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"We better avoid the goat" observing the watchtower Ohrmizd remembers that was one of the last locations they have not visited yet "Why don't we move into the watchtower. We wait for the hyena patrol first, and after we finish them, then we head up into the watchtower and find out what is there"
"Fine with me. Lets wait for one to come out and then ambush them when they are a bit farther away from the city."
Out of town doesn't really work, as the gnolls don't leave. The most they get outside is walking on the rampart to the south and passing the bridge at the north end to check on that side. Actually it shows the best spot for an ambush is behind the palace as it is hidden from sight from the watchtower and offers enough hiding places.
Ohrmizd leads the group to behind the palace "I do not mind which patrol we engage first, but you commented before you thought the only gnolls one to be easier. If that makes you feel more comfortable, I am fine to go for the only gnolls one first"
Trying his best not to make noise, he was simply overthinking it. In his haste to keep his footsteps as light as possible, he didn't notice the rock up ahead. He managed to stop himself from tripping, but the damage was done. Discovered, he chuckled at himself.
"How's that for a surprise." And he would move position to bring out one more surprise.
The two gnolls drop their weapons and freeze in place. The gnoll at the back hurries to place himself between Heshan and his companions and stabs at the caster.
"Heshan to my back now!" Ohrmizd advances himself and attempts to scare the spear gnoll with a powerful swing of the rusty scimitar.
Although his crappy armor and shield make him little better suited than the sorcerer to stand in front of the gnolls.
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Manuun tkes a short step and intones ルツルツ with his flask of oil in his hands. In the mids of the gnolls a greased square appears, making it very slippery to move.
A grease spell covers a solid surface with a layer of slippery grease. Any creature in the area when the spell is cast must make a successful Reflex save or fall. A creature can walk within or through the area of grease at half normal speed with a DC 10 Acrobatics check. Failure means it can’t move that round (and must then make a Reflex save or fall), while failure by 5 or more means it falls (see the Acrobatics skill for details). Creatures that do not move on their turn do not need to make this check and are not considered flat-footed.
One of the stunned gnolls slips and falls. The remaining gnoll walks around the greased area and attacks Heshan.
The spear left a nasty gash at his side. The second attack was avoided at the very last second thanks to his decent reflexes.
"Worth it." At least impressed with his handiwork, he nevertheless stepped back behind the inquisitor and shoot out another spray of rainbows at the gnoll that attacked him.
Another gnoll drops all his weapons and stands motionless.
The shaken gnoll attacks Ohrmizd.
"You do not run?" Ohrmizd fights back the shaken gnoll.
But gets distracted with Heshan's colors and fails to connect.
The gnoll is hit by Manuun and drops unconscious to the ground.
"Yes!" Ohrmizd gasps relieved, almost surprised when Manuun manages the gnoll "Why were you using a crossbow all the time, you are deadlier with that piece of leather Man!"
Besides Ohrmizd there are two more persons who have a history with Haleen. Omari the Landless and Roryx. They were devastated as she simply disappeared, but there was nothing they could do abck then. But after years they got wind of a place where she might be now. And they were set to find her and save her from any peril that had befallen her. They wouldn't had let the opportunity slide to repay the kindness Haleen had met them with.
Truth be told the hint wasn't as much about Haleen, but about Ohrmizd going to find her. When they got wind that he left, they simply decided to follow. Haleen or whoever made her disappear did a really good job at hiding any tracks, but Ohrmizd did not. He told everyone why and where he was leaving and asked plenty of people on the way about Haleen.
Omari and Roryx simply followed his tracks. When they arrived in Bronze Hook they werre a week late. But the innkeep remembered clearly the hiring of a group and a man asking for Haleen, after a generous tip.
He sent them on the way to the Sultan's Claw. The burnt down wagon was easy enough to find and in the dry climate with no rain in the last month the tracks of a whole caravan with a small herd of goats need no expert to follow.
And finally, they stand at the ruins of an old monastery, that is suprisingly shows signs of occupation.
"What can I say? Magic is always better." With a smile, Heshan continues to wash rainbows over the gnoll at his position to keep it stunned.
Ohrmizd flashes as the stream of colors continues coming from Heshan like craziness.
"It is time to surrender and flee this town for you beasts!" Ohrmizd executes Sarenrae's mercy by bullying the monster that came last out of the grease and was stunned by Heshan.
Ohrmizd and Manuun take down another gnoll. The gnoll to the right flees.
"He's getting away." Out of range his spells, he hoped the others would be able to catch the others with weapons. For now, he hoped to keep the others stunned.
"I see! But I cannot shoot fire rays from my eyes just yet!" with his sling lost, Ohrmizd quips Heshan as he steps to defeat the remaining gnoll.
"Man, the fleeing one is yours!"
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Manuun Groans at Ohrmizd nonsensical command. "And how am I meant to do this?"
Then he sprints forward after the gnoll.
But as he cuts around the corner he cannot fully avoid the greased area. He swiftly pushes of the wall to get out of the area, but his forward monmentum is broken.
Loading his sling he watches the gnoll run off in the distance.
After some more serious and less slapstick actions Heshan, Ohrmizd and Manuun stand there with three unconscious Gnolls.
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"I guess we should have at most 5 minutes before reinforcements arrive. Ohrmizd can you watch where the last one is running to and give us warning when the reinforcements arrive."
Manuun starts to search the Gnolls for useful weapons and valueables.
If the big guy obeys Manuun is also trying to kill the gnolls, but doing a horrible job of this. When Ohrmozd returns Manuun stands somewhere aside retching his guts out to get rid of the horrible feeling.
"Sure, please tell me they have my magical scimitar and ring, or at least that useless phylactery ugly like hell" Ohrmizd surrounds the grease and watches for the fleeing gnoll. He tries to assess if the gnoll stops somewhere or goes through a path they could shot at him.
"Man, why did you go inside your own grease? Why not to just shot around the corner with the sling. I feel you do marvels with that piece of leather, you would have hit him despite the distance"
Offense
Speed 30 ft.
Melee spear +3 (1d8+3/×3)
Ranged spear +1 (1d8+2/×3)
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Treasure NPC Gear (leather armor, heavy wooden shield,
battleaxe, longbow with 20 arrows, other treasure)
If you look up what the gnolls used to attack in DnD 3.5 you see where they got that gear entry from. :D
Considerably stronger Ohrmizd joins the group to depose the gnolls of their belongings "Perhaps it is better that you have a look Heshan"
"We will need any armor or weapon we can scrape. At least to return to Father Zastoran, and perhaps help equip some of the mercenaries" the man makes a disgusting grimace when he removes the armor from the first gnoll "Puaggg! Did you know they had that between the legs? I feel pity for gnoll ladies now"
Ohrmizd equips one of the heavy wooden shields and picks up a couple of spears to have something for throwing at his enemies.
As soon as they complete the scavenging or the alert rises, Ohrmizd press on everyone to run back to the Pesh fields and the Monastery.
The group flees the scene of their victory and thus starts the hour long hike back.
Besides Ohrmizd there are two more persons who have a history with Haleen. Omari the Landless and Roryx. They were devastated as she simply disappeared, but there was nothing they could do abck then. But after years they got wind of a place where she might be now. And they were set to find her and save her from any peril that had befallen her. They wouldn't had let the opportunity slide to repay the kindness Haleen had met them with.
Truth be told the hint wasn't as much about Haleen, but about Ohrmizd going to find her. When they got wind that he left, they simply decided to follow. Haleen or whoever made her disappear did a really good job at hiding any tracks, but Ohrmizd did not. He told everyone why and where he was leaving and asked plenty of people on the way about Haleen.
Omari and Roryx simply followed his tracks. When they arrived in Bronze Hook they werre a week late. But the innkeep remembered clearly the hiring of a group and a man asking for Haleen, after a generous tip.
He sent them on the way to the Sultan's Claw. The burnt down wagon was easy enough to find and in the dry climate with no rain in the last month the tracks of a whole caravan with a small herd of goats need no expert to follow.
And finally, they stand at the ruins of an old monastery, that is suprisingly shows signs of occupation.
"Halt, who is there?" one of the mercenaries barks as the two strangers approach.
In the distance, he sees three figures trudging towards him. He gives Roryx a nudge and asks: "Hey Roryx, is that Ohrmzid coming with those other 2 guys over there?"
"Looks like him..." - the half orc squints.
"Halt, who is there?" one of the mercenaries barks as the two strangers approach.
"Well met" - Roryx nods back from the shade of his cowl, hands in plain sight and unarmed - "We are travelers, looking for one we know - and we were told he would be here, inside these monastery ruins"
"That doesn't answer my question. Who are you and what is your business here." the guard demands to know. The second one on guard turns and whistles - obviously as a sign for those inside.
Stopping at a safe distance, Omari replies, "I am Omari and this is Roryx. As Roryx said, we are looking for a friend of ours, who has supposedly fallen in with the expedition to resettle Kelmarane. Have we found the expedition?"
Roryx grunts and waits for the man's response.
"Who's that friend you're looking for?"
"The name is Ohrmizd"
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"Yeah, Orhmizd's about 5'11", 210 lbs. Keleshite - shoulder length nappy black hair, clean shaven, brown eyes. Saerenite. Carries a scimitar everywhere - I figure he sleeps with it."
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From the inside appears Garavel to check on the visitors. "Friends of Ohrmizd you say... interesting."
He musters the new arrivals for a while, then he adds "What kind of friends are you? Does he owe you money that you follow him out here?"
From the inside appears Garavel to check on the visitors. "Friends of Ohrmizd you say... interesting."
He musters the new arrivals for a while, then he adds "What kind of friends are you? Does he owe you money that you follow him out here?"
"Old friends from our collectively misspent youths. No he doesn't owe us money, but it's likely he has some information that would be very important to us. Now, I have answered your questions, yet neither you nor your guard here have answered mine. Clearly, you know Ohrmizd, so presumably he has been here. So please do introduce yourself, and then tell us where we can find Ohrmizd?"
"My name is Garavel and I'm here with Pricess Almah Rovehski on behalf of the Pactmasters of Katapesh."
After a short pause for effect he continues. "That Ohrmizd you're speaking of is in my service. I don't know when exactly he will be back, but you can wait inside, if you leave your weapons with the guards until Ohrmizd can confirm what you're telling.
Or if you prefer not to part with your weapons, you can of course wait outside."
"Omari?" - Roryx turns to his companion - "What say you?"
The place in front of the monastery looks nice enough, with the trees and the monastery goving some shadow. Though it lacks the comfort of a chair or a bench.