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you are making your way toward Arwyll Stead, those with Knowledge Local or Nobility can make a check to recall what they might know
The border region between Vigil and Urgir is a hotly contested battleground between the humans of Lastwall and the orcs of Belkzen, in addition to being plagued by horrors from the Hungry Mountains to the east.
The mining town of Arwyll Stead is one of the numerous border settlements standing between the Hold of Belkzen and Lastwall. It’s named after the Arwylls, a well-known family of Lastwall crusaders and knights who have fought against the orcs for generations.
The Arwyll family has been steadily dwindling over past few decades; a knight named Wate Arwyll is the sole remaining holder of the Arwyll name. While the Arwylls aren’t the official rulers of the town, the townsfolk all but revere their namesake family, looking to them for guidance and security in the face of orc savagery.
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while traveling The clang of metal on metal and the shrill whinnies of frightened horses can be heard from up ahead. As the dusty road curves around the hills, a scene of battle comes into view some hundred feet away. Panicked horses bolt past, and corpses litter the ground around the road—some are recognizable as human guards or fallen horses, but others are twisted, winged, horned monstrosities with fiendish features.
All of the combatants have fallen, except for two of the flying yellow monsters attacking a lone, wounded half-orc woman wielding a bow.
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Daylin nods in agreement. "The name of the Arwylls is an honorable one, indeed."
Suddenly a horse comes around a bend in the road, saddle empty. "And it seems your words of danger are prophetic as well, friend Magnu!"
He moves up for a better look and sees the strange scene unfolding up ahead. "What devilry is this?" he wonders aloud. But he does not hesitate long. He pulls out a morning star as he begins to run toward the fight.
"Begone, foul beasts! Or face the wrath of the Dawnflower!"
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A couple of feet behind the group, the smaller gnome trails whispering strange things to himself, ...no, of course we cannot devour them. We are supposed to make friends with these people. Look, this is an important task okay, don't ruin things for me!
What? Huh - did some one say orcs? Oohhhh no thank you - I told you guys this was a dangerous task. Actually, the Arwyll family has been steadily dwindling over past few decades. I have heard of a knight named Wate Arwyll who is the sole remaining holder of the Arwyll name. While the Arwylls aren’t the official rulers of the town, the townsfolk all but revere their namesake family, looking to them for guidance and security in the face of orc savagery... How about we just, walk away and pretend we completed the mission. That would work right? ...why are we still walking towards the dead bodies. DEAD BODIES! Evermore shouts at the top of his lungs as the air escapes him. He turns to start walking the other way.
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dr 5 Good
SA - Noxious Breath
Three times per day, a gaav can exhale a breath that reeks of pure corruption upon a creature within 5 feet. The target must succeed at a DC 14 Fortitude save or be sickened for 1d4 rounds. The save DC is Constitution-based. Creatures that successfully save cannot be affected by the same gaav’s noxious breath for 24 hours. A delay poison or neutralize poison spell removes the effect from the sickened creature. Creatures with immunity to poison are unaffected, and creatures resistant to poison receive their normal bonus on their saving throws. Once a gaav uses its breath weapon, it can’t use it again until 1d4 rounds later.
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"Gaavs! gasps Daylin as he recognizes the abominations attacking the half-orc. He turns back to those following him. "The evil essence of these things will resist your weapons unless you have some way to bless your blades with celestial virtue! And beware the taint of their breath! They exhale a vile and sickening poison as a way to incapacitate their victims!"
He holds his morning star aloft as he continues to run toward the fight. "Light! Let me be your instrument! Let evil tremble before your righteous wrath!" And his weapon begins to shine brilliantly, flashing light like mirrored glass.
He then closes with the gaavs, and will try to interpose himself between them and the half-orc woman, shield at the ready.
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continuing to move forward, Ehm screams
Will throw a bomb at the yellow dot. If I hit it, both Gaavs will take splash 5 fire damage. Reflex save vs DC=14 for half.
Will throw a bomb at the Red Gaav. If I hit it, both the Blue Gave and the person will take splash 5 fire damage. Reflex save vs DC=14 for half.
, if hits,
Looks like it goes beyond and only the Red Gaav takes the splash damage.
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Ehm to you, you don't know exactly how this person is still standing, she should have been on the ground already
so will use the Yellow dot toss
both make it and take no damage
the orc shouts out for your help and tells you don't both with Fire, Poison, Acid or Cold
as she will 5' down away from red and go total defense
~~Round 1~~
Bold to Act
Daylin
Ehm Sven Nien
GM 1
Magnu
GM 2
Evermore
Lambien
Torvald
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With a terrified look on his eyes, the older gnome turns to run away. Gaavs! More like, naaaaaaahs! I'm out, this is too much, deamons? No thank you! Thanks for the long walk, but...i'll see you guys later!
As he turns and takes a step in the opposite direction, he seems to magically float the other way, closer to the battle. Barely 1ft off the group, his body seems to contort, as his neck spins an full circle, eyes glazed over with a yellow hue. Ehm feels a cold chill on his back, as a compelte stranger in the gnomes body stands before him, veiled in shadows.
With it's head cocked to one side, the being speaks in everyone's mind, mouth open in an eternal scream.
The stranger takes another step forward and raises an arm pointing at the red Gaav. Now, Bow before your new master. Show me your deepest secrets, Lesser Host Devil!
-- mental damage
ooc I missed the notes on how the mechanics work for the PBP.
Akaasha, an amber-eyed, sandy-haired "human" in a chain shirt, with exposed flesh fully-covered in blue, textured tatoo, steps forward, circles his hands in an arcane manner, and releases a powerful blast of wind from his palm, whooshing toward "blue". "Let us see if you like the feel of that."
ooc Can you replace my character with Akaash659? Thanks, Scott.
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Akaasha, an amber-eyed, sandy-haired "human" in a chain shirt, with exposed flesh fully-covered in blue, textured tatoo, steps forward, circles his hands in an arcane manner, and releases a powerful blast of wind from his palm, whooshing toward "blue". to hit damage "Let us see if you like the feel of that."
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With it's head cocked to one side, the being speaks in everyone's mind, mouth open in an eternal scream.
The stranger takes another step forward and raises an arm pointing at the red Gaav. Now, Bow before your new master. Show me your deepest secrets, Lesser Host Devil!
To say that this gets Daylin's attention would be putting it mildly. He looks back with horror and pity at his possessed companion, and seems about to engage this new threat.
Until the half-orc woman is knocked unconscious. He sidesteps to stand over her fallen body and holds aloft his brightly glowing holy weapon. He takes a deep breath, then exhales, and a visible wave of light spreads out from him in all directions.
"You have failed hellspawn." he announces with bland authority to the fluttering devil.
There is still fight left in this one. Not for long. as the shadow cracks it's own back backwards. The psycik energy recoils into the mind of the last monster.
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Daylin is still busy on his knees ministering the needs of the unconscious woman, but looks back toward the troubled gnome. He tries to speak in a calming, practical voice.
"We're going to try and find out what happened here, my friend. But I don't think this ambush was a chance encounter. I know very little about the workings of devils, but creatures such as these are usually summoned and directed to a purpose, and I for one would be very curious to find out who around here would do such a thing, and why this woman's party was the target."
"But Evermore, while we wait for her to regain consciousness, let me ask how you feel? You seemed... different during the combat." There is no judgment in Daylin's voice, only concern.
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"Greetings, Vegazi, I am Torvald of Clan Stonecask, originally of Janderhoff. What...what happened here? Why was your party set upon by soldiers of Hell?" He waits patiently for her response, and offers the half-orc a drink from his hip flask.
Keeping an ear cocked towards the discussion between Daylin and Evermore, Torvald kneels by one of the gaav corpses, taking notes about the recent battle and cutting a sample for testing. "If fire won't hurt them I'll need to work out something else," he mutters as he adds another note to his books.