SURPRISE
Darry said; "sounds like people in the shrine.. nothing from the storage shed... Loose your arrows when i get close." He offered nodding to the others and setting his lance kneeing his mount forward.
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Sor shrugged at Big John.
When the halfling charged, Sor sighed in frustration at his impulsive, loud charge. He lets an arrow loose,
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Elandra crouch walks as she moves forward, keeping her profile low.
She then whispers "Nobody in the shed, lots of noises from the main building though, not sure if friend or foe."
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As they approach the shrine, Faerieth unslung her staff from her back, keeping it in a ready position in case of danger.
A sad expression crosses her face as she sees the body being savaged by what appears to be a wolf. ”Poor Noelan, he’s…he was the caretaker here.” she whispers.
”Sounds like a number of people inside, a lot of noise and movement….maybe a fight.” she continues, trailing off as Darry charges the wolf suddenly.
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Yaron follows quietly, his bow readied, then raises it as the halfling starts his charge... waiting for the right moment to fire.
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Arlen puts some space between himself and the wolf as he prepares to line up a shot. Once in position, he whistles for Russet.
When the fight starts, he fires an arrow,
Russet gallops around the outbuilding to Arlen's side.
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Hearing that there may be villagers in peril, John goes directly to the door closest to him on the main structure. He tries the door, finding it unlocked.
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Elandra takes up a covering position behind the smaller out building with her longbow drawn.
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Darry's mount helps to finish off the wolf on the porch.
The interior is still lit by divine Continual Light spells set for the Festival, but they reveal a horrible sight.
Wooden statues of both Erastil and Desna—both now chopped and marred by hobgoblin weapons—stand in their own alcoves in the northwest end of the shrine, while alcoves on either side serve as general shrines to
the variety of other gods and spirits worshiped by the locals.
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A dozen human bodies lie scattered across the floor and pews, and have been left to rot as invaders go about tearing apart the building.
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The four ironfang soldiers turn and look at Big John with amazement, diverted from their looting.
Round 1___________________
Players take their turn in order of posting, enemies will go last.
A lump rises up into Big John’s throat and tears well up, his throat threatens to constrict. Raw memories and images break free from the deep recesses of his mind. A small child’s scream that no one else can hear reaches John’s ear.
John releases his demons. . .
Forgoing defense for raw brutal destruction, John flies in charging with his heavy flail rattling and whistling as he swings it with as much force as the man can muster. The leering face on its coldiron head seeks bloody vengeance!
[b]”I am death upon you, you sons of b%@~$es! Why do you kill the children! You know no virtue than pain and I will showed it upon your worthless souls, may Desna have pity upon mine!”[/dice]
John lets out a primal yell as he swipes downward on his first target!
"Get the door." Arlen says in a hoarse whisper.
Seeing the others all waiting for an open opportunity to attach, Faerieth quickly moves to the double doors on the deck, throwing them open and stepping out of the way.
Arlen moves over to the doorway and fires an arrow at the first target he sees.
Elandra moves up, abandoning her position of cover as she summons and eagle near the doorway and motions for it to move in.
The eagle flies into the building, attacking the first foe it sees.
The eagle smites evil as it pecks.
Sor slips in, trying not to be noticed, and lets an arrow fly at one of the hobgoblins .
Watching Miss Faerith throw open the doors he kicked Sebastion into action. He had to lean way down as Arlen moved to the door to take a shot, but he was small so it was no real issue slipping past the man. He dropped his lance on the ground outside before moving in, the closer confines of the holy place certainly wasnt condusive to lance work. He tried to keep his eyes up to avoid directly looking at the blood bath,a quick pull of the reins and he spun Sebastion back torwards the doors using the pews as a slight barrier as he took a hack at the hobgoblin beside the second of the two double doors.
Arlen points at the hobgoblin at the other side of the shrine, and Russet moves over to it to gore it with its horns.
Round 1 complete.
A lump rises up into Big John’s throat and tears well up, his throat threatens to constrict. Forgoing defense for raw brutal destruction, John flies in charging with his heavy flail rattling and whistling as he swings it with as much force as the man can muster. The leering face on its cold iron head seeks bloody vengeance!
”You know no virtue than pain and I will showed it upon your worthless souls, may Desna have pity upon mine!”
John lets out a primal yell as he swipes downward on his first target!
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"Get the door." Arlen says in a hoarse whisper..
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Seeing the others all waiting for an open opportunity to attach, Faerieth quickly moves to the double doors on the deck, throwing them open and stepping out of the way.
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Arlen moves over to the doorway and fires an arrow at the first target he sees.
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Elandra moves up, abandoning her position of cover as she summons and eagle near the doorway and motions for it to move in.
The eagle flies into the building, attacking the first foe it sees.
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Sor slips in, trying not to be noticed, and lets an arrow fly at one of the hobgoblins in the south eastern corner.
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Watching Miss Faerith throw open the doors he kicked Sebastion into action. He had to lean way down as Arlen moved to the door to take a shot, but he was small so it was no real issue slipping past the man. He dropped his lance on the ground outside before moving in, the closer confines of the holy place certainly wasnt condusive to lance work. He tried to keep his eyes up to avoid directly looking at the blood bath, a quick pull of the reins and he spun Sebastion back torwards the doors using the pews as a slight barrier as he took a hack at the hobgoblin beside the second of the two double doors.
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Arlen points at the hobgoblin at the other side of the shrine, and Russet thunders over to Recruit 2 to gore it with its horns.
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(npc) Yaron shifts over to the entranceway and takes a shot at Recruit 2, but it skipped off his armor.[/ooc]
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[npc]Ghosteye double moved in to the back door behind Big John.
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Recruit 1 lashed out at Elandra’s Eagle.
Hit! for a possible damage.
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Recruit 2 lashed out at Russet.
Hit! for a possible damage.
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Recruit 3 charged over to where Sor was and hacked at him.
for a possible damage.
for a possible extra damage.
Round 2__________________________
Players take their turn in order of posting, enemies will go last.
Yaron curses as his arrow skitters off the hobgoblin's armour, Maybe this longbow doesn't quite have the pull I thought... no, looks like it was just a bad angle... He rushes into the chapel, raising his bow as he does, but curses when he sees that all the targets are engaged in melee with his allies... It's too crowded in here..., he thinks, and instead closes his eyes, reaching for his centre before starting to chuckle and calling out,
"There once was a goblin named Ged,
Who tried to fill folks with dread,
He'd snarl and bite,
But he couldn't quite fight,
And instead, he ended up dead..."
John charges in on Recruit 2. His eyes wide and boring into the hobgoblin’s own.
”Look me in the face you green-skinned scum! You weren’t expecting this were you! You like killing women, kids and old people?! Your company has no honor!”
He plants his foot and rips upwards, the hammer forged links of his flail snapping with the strain as the leering face barrels towards its next victim.
”Catch!”
He swings as though he seeks to fling his foe up into the rafters!
Sor drops to the ground, bleeding.
Out of the corner of his eye he saw the elf fellow take a wicked looking cut from one of the hobgoblins and go down and his blood ran cold. Too many were falling all about them. His fear level raised again.
"Let's get em Sebastion!"
He said hacking at the hobgoblin in front of him gripping the saddle even tighter with his knees as his mount half climbed the pew to bit at the nasty hobgoblin as well.
Elandra moves up and slips through the doorway and threads an arrow between the moose's antlers at the hobgoblin over there.
Round 2 complete
Yaron curses as his arrow skitters off the hobgoblin's armour, Maybe this longbow doesn't quite have the pull I thought... no, looks like it was just a bad angle...
He rushes into the chapel, raising his bow as he does, but curses when he sees that all the targets are engaged in melee with his allies... It's too crowded in here..., he thinks, and instead closes his eyes, reaching for his centre before starting to chuckle and calling out,
"There once was a goblin named Ged,…”
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John charges in on Recruit 2. His eyes wide and boring into the hobgoblin’s own.
”Look me in the face you green-skinned scum!”
He plants his foot and rips upwards, the hammer forged links of his flail snapping with the strain as the leering face barrels towards its next victim.
”Catch!”
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Sor drops to the ground, bleeding.
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Out of the corner of his eye Darry saw the elf fellow take a wicked looking cut from one of the hobgoblins and go down and his blood ran cold. Too many were falling all about them. His fear level rose again.
"Let's get em Sebastion!" He said hacking at the hobgoblin in front of him gripping the saddle even tighter with his knees as his mount half climbed the pew to bit at the nasty hobgoblin as well.
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Elandra moves up and slips through the doorway and threads an arrow between the moose's antlers at the hobgoblin over there.
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(npc) Seeing Sor’s danger, Arlen rushed forward dropping his bow in favor of his longsword. Standing over Sor’s body, he lashed out at the Ironfang Recruit!
But missed wide.
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(npc)Seeing Sor’s danger Faerieth slipped inside the doors and threw a dart at the hobgoblin closest.
but the hobgoblin shield blocked it.
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(npc) Seeing the others fully engaged, Ghosteye decided to watch and wait.
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Recruit 3 lashed out at Arlen.
for a possible damage.
Round 3____________________
Players take their turn in order of posting, enemies will go last.
ROLL20 MAP
GOOGLE DRIVE TACTICAL MAP
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Party Effects:
..Inspire Courage (+1 competence hit/damage)
Elandra takes a shot at the final hobgoblin before stepping back out to keep an eye out for reinforcements.
Sor bleeds.
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As Elandr backs out, creating an opening, Faerith dashes in, dropping to her knees and resting a hand on Sor as she tethers his life energy to the living world, holding her staff up defensively with her other hand.
A cluster of civilians bearing improvised weapons scream bloody murder as they charge out of the darkness through the back door and pile onto a surprised Ghosteye.
"Sebastion! pull them outside!"
He began pointing at Sor as he slid off the wardogs back and rushed over to the hobgoblin.
"Hey! down 'ere you bastard!"
He growled hacking at the hobgoblins knee.
John drops out of rage and turns to meet the oncoming group.
”Townmen! We fight with Aubrin the Green, we are going to rescue whom we can and regroup in a holdfast in the woods! See if any of our kin still live! Bind their wounds!”
With that, Big John begins to navigate towards the last foe believing he will be felled before he reaches him.
”Did anyone check to see if Father Noelan is truly beyond help? He is a cleric and most valuable to this community!”
Elandra shoots the last hobgoblin down.
Faerieth stabilized Sor as Sebastion arrived and started tugging him outside and Darry arrived too late to attack the last hobgoblin.
Big John shouted at the townsmen, who stopped beating on Ghosteye (who had received 3 points nonlethal) and stood up.
Rhyna
"I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" She said. Realizing she had been hitting Ghosteye with a chair, she dropped it immediately.
"It's just... we saw what happened to Father Noelan. I thought that this was our only chance..." She said, almost in tears.
The bodies of the civilians are quite dead. Including Father Noelan.
There is a crate of loot filled with stuff taken from the bodies and the Shrine.
*Elm wand of magic missile (CL1, 12 charges),
*a silver cup (15 crowns),
*a hand-sized darkwood carving of a butterfly (20 crowns),
*Three bottles of Oldlaw whiskey (20 crowns each),
*Glass jar with 100 crowns worth of gold dust,
*27 small semiprecious stones (worth 1 crown each),
*76 silver crowns in coinage,
*a round ivory amulet engraved with Erastil’s bow-and-arrow holy
symbol strung on a leather thong (10 crowns).
You uncover an overlooked alcove holding:
*150 crowns worth of silver dust,
*an amulet of aegis of recovery (UE),
*a wand of cure light wounds (CL3, 46 charges).
Searching the Hobgoblin recruits:
Three sets of basic hobgoblin equipment:
*Studded Leather Armor
*Ironfang Legion uniform
*Light Steel Shield
*Longsword
*Dagger
*Longbow with 20 arrows
*20 silver pennies, 30 copper farthings
Searching the Hobgoblin scout:
*potion of cure light wounds (x2),
*alchemist’s fire (x2),
*padded armor,
*composite longbow (+2 Str) with 20 arrows,
*handaxe,
*mwk battleaxe,
*backpack, bedroll, blanket, mess kit, small tent, Provision Points (3), 3 crowns in coinage
[Pic]-5 hp[/ooc]
Yaron stops slinging jokes with a sigh, surveying the damage, then looking at the fallen... Cutting down civilians while they preyed.. just the kind of cruelty I've come to expect from hobgoblins...
He takes a breath and says, "Ok, let's search quickly... I don't know enough about this town, but part of me would almost want to start a fire and have this shrine be the pyre for these folk. I hate the idea of leaving them here to rot... or feed whatever beasts the hobbies have with them."
He let loose a sharp whistle at Sebastion to let him know to cease the pulling with all the hobgoblins down. He hustled to Sor first to see if the elf was alright, he didnt seem to be bleeding so he nodded to no one.
"I believe he's still alive, though in need of some sort of magic healing. Anyone have anything?"
He asked as he moved about the room looking at the fallen, the shrine just the state of everything. He couldnt help it, his eyes automatically searched for smallish halfling forms.
"That amulet there belongs to Lirosa. Thinks leaving it here while they are in town is lucky or recharges it or something... We should take it in case we run across them. I can't believe im saying this but i think you are right there uh friend. I dont like the idea of burning the bodies but i like the idea of those bastard hobgoblins feeding them to their animals even less."
He paused eyeing Arlen his eyes widening.
"Hey! uh... Rynah! Faerieth! He's still alive i think but man does he look bad!"
He called out rushing to the man's side and well hovering in a bit of a panic.
Elandra shakes her head "Quit messing around with the bandages, feed him this."
Elandra will take one of the CLW potions found on the hobgoblin and feed it too Arlen.
Seeing Arlen stable, and perhaps even conscious Elandra will help him to his feet.
”All is forgiven Rhyna. And be proud of yourself for raising your fist and leading. Now, arm yourselves! We have much work to do. Do you know who is on the shed?”
”That Arlen Fellow is stout. Grab that great bow and arrows and place it with him. Once he is healed he can take it up in our defense.”
Big John sounds like an old military hand. He avoids looking at those at his feet.
”You can get them out of here.”
He mutters to himself, but is overheard by Faerith.
The big man’s hands and lips tremble in the slightest.
Sor lies motionless .
Arlen coughs and sputters as the option goes down his throat. "Thank you. Is the other one okay?" He looks around for the elf he had moved to save. He takes a moment to catch his breath.
status: 5/10hp
After a few moments he stands up, taking the bow. He takes arrows from the goblins as well.
"Let's take all of their gear. The townsfolk will need it to fight back when it comes to that. Best look through the possessions of these folk here as well; if their possessions could help us avenge their deaths I think they won't mind."
Arlen looks over the altar.
"This is exactly the kind of thing we came here for. Can anyone tell what this wand and amulet do?"
Then he picks over the gear, commenting on a few items.
"This is a well crafted axe." He picks up the scout's axe, feeling the heft and balance. "Would one of you be taking it?"
Having now caught his breath, Arlen surveys the scene. His sense of urgency snaps back into him. "Yes, we should burn the shrine once we take care of that shed. The god knows we mean no disrespect; it is better than whatever further defacing the hobbies have in store for it."
He addresses the townsfolk "We're going to see to this shed. Head to the rendezvous point now; we will meet you there. Try to stay hidden."
Arlen then leads the way out to the shed, Russet close behind "Follow me, anyone ready to fight. Let's be on our guard..." He positions Russet on the right side of the shed door with himself a few feet away, newfound bow drawn and arrow nocked.
Elandra feeds the second potion to Sor who's currently unconcious.
As the last hobgoblin falls, Faerith nods in approval as Elandra feeds the potions from the scout to both of the fallen men. Joining in the search of the altar, she breathes a sigh of relief at the cache of items and provisions, especially the healing wand.
"I agree with burning the shrine. The bodies deserve some sort of proper send-off, may they be returned to nature, though before their time." she says solemnly. Normally she would be all for the natural cycle of death feeding the living, but this....this was wanton slaughter....this wasn't natural.
"Wait a moment and I'll finish healing you. Who knows what night be lurking out there." she says moving to the injured defenders and using the wand on each of them in turn.
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