"We managed to avoid the worst of it, except that blasted entangle effect. Good work, people, that was potentially very bad."
The morning sun cracks the horizon with an eerie orange-red color. The daylight colors mix with a layer of morning fog creating a sense of ghoulish bloodletting. The air is stagnant.
perception
Everyone, except for Poke Poke and Aggrah, sense danger is near.
You hear a high pitched neigh in the distance.
Alas! Alack! There be danger nearby!
What now?!
I think I heard a horse whinny in the distance. Might be a rider
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I think I heard a horse whinny in the distance. Might be a rider
"Horse? Dreadful creatures. Not as taste as dog, but you can make stickum out of them. We should set a trap and get it before it gets us. Anyone have a horse chopper?"
Horses are fantastic animals and I will compose a song about horses in order to educate you about them.
Horses are fantastic animals and I will compose a song about horses in order to educate you about them.
"Something something....bad horse, bad horse..."
Bradan hums under his breath as the others discuss their music.
"So, what do we see? Or just hearing horses now?"
He stows his hatchet and lays a shaft along his bowstring.
Hmm.. We shouldn't let ourselves be drawn deeper. We don't know the land and I believe we would be better off fortifying the camp.
This place has not been kind this far. I'd rather the find a position of strength and let whatever is out there come to us.
Calain was cleaning the sap of the dead vine from his blade. It was unusual how more the thing had 'bled'. Then again it was also unusual for a vine to try and kill a person.
Quicksand, by the looks of it, soft yella soil... there. Easy as you go. Might be 'cause the marsh is so close.
A little scouting can be helpful, although going in a pair would be prudent.
Poke Poke starts to sneak off in the direction of the horse sounds
Beorn casts the Message spell on Poke-Poke so they can stay in touch.
Poke Poke has a singsong voice in his head now which further confuses him. the goblin is hidden but quite lost in his sneaking as he circles around familiar territory.
Everyone else tries to follow but the little sneaks path rambles.
(+2 to.follow tracks)
Ulfrec and Geri along with Bradan are able to find the small goblin. this is the second time he has essentially walked in circles as he tried to sneak out front. The tall cornstalks are playing havoc with his sense of direction. Stuupid nature.
Once reunited the group pushes forward toward the neighing horse sound. the trackers gently guiding the goblin toward the correct direction. After the neighing comes and goes, just as you think you lost the sound it reappears. From sunrise you know you've been walking for at least 2 hours going deeper and deeper into the dreaded cornfield.
Alarm! The cornfield is sucking us in! It must be some dread corn beast!
Blast these stalks, can't see a thing.
(+2 if still within swamp terrain)
Aggrah and Beorn keep the group miving tightly towards the sound of the neighing horse.
But what's more startling is the large midnight horse pawing at the ground, steam churns with each movement, and on top of the mighty beast sits a headless man holding a pumpkin radiating light and steam. He seems to know of your presence.
Initiative Order:
Poke
Ulfrec
Calain
Harn the Headless Hero-killer
Bradan
Aggrah
Beorn
Dr. Tes (if he comes back, otherwise I'll drop him out of the order)
“In life I hunted you adventures, you Questors, for my master the Immortal Emperor Cynmark the Dread Lich. Your First Hero took my head in the pumpkin patch that I stand in, after he forced his way through the marsh, but not before I had cut a bloody swath through his ranks to reach him. Now in unlife the lands around are now my domain. I, Harn the Hero-Killer, terrorize this realm! I shall always be waiting for you upon the other side in death. Mwah-hahahahaha!” The creature starts a baleful evil cackle.
"Uh, guys....oh, crap!"
Bradan here's a reminder for you.
*You may want to read the messages proceeding and following the link to refresh your memories.
"This sounds like the thing I saw when that bastard cursed me!! I dunno if it's a demon or undead or some other kind of monster, but it had our heads on hooks in my vision. Watch it!"
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Beorn scoffs at the apparition.
Fool fruit head! You think we tremble in fear! We shall unleash a furious poltergeist pummeling and send you back to cry at Pharesma's feet! You will be unhorsed and dragged along by the stirrups! my friends...ATTTACCKKKKK!
Poke Poke charges at the frightful beast.
♫♪ Nasty breath and nasty feet
Trample goblins in the peat!
Big square teeth and he can fight
Kill a goblin with a bite!
Cannot kill him with brute force
Oh how we hate, hate, hate the horse! ♫♪
Debilitating Injury: Disoriented -2/-4 (Ex) Foe who takes sneak attack damage takes attack pen (more vs. striker) for 1 rd.
Poke Poke in a hateful bloodlust loses all sense of battle tactics as he charges forward to slash at his most dreaded enemy - the horse. His small dagger slashes at the horse hovering 4 inches off the ground. He hits with his blade.
Undying creature or scorn and blight... feel Nature's wrath, her flame, her light.
A flaming sphere appears and rolls towards the mounted enemy.
Calain recognises the horse is a force multiplier for the mounted warrior.
He needed to unseat the man and take away his advantage.
He RAGES and Pulls his Lucerne Hammer as part of a Charge and attempts to knock the headless man from his saddle.
The swing is indeed mighty, crashing into the headless horseman's torso with enough force to kill an ordinary man. The question was, would the fiend have the strength to stay in his saddle....
The horse who is inches off the ground will roll the reflex, the rider is too high to be effected.
The horse who is inches off the ground will roll the reflex, the rider is too high to be effected.
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