Sorala closes her eyes and brings forth her inner reserves, willing away some of the aches and pains she's felt since the storm hit. A nifty trick, to put aside one's discomfort, that she learned from her first fencing master.
"They know of the nets, and likely took our shipmen. Slavers. There's nine of us and three of them. Cousin, I agree they can't leave. Let's draw them into the jungle, where their tribe won't see what we have to do..."
11/11 hp
AC: 12
one level exhaustion
indeed, savages. I could perhaps put them to sleep, though it would work better if they were already fatigued from injuries or combat.
"Just remember we need one alive to question and under no circumstance, none of them to escape capture or death. This is their lands that they will know the fastest way to escape. So they will have the advantage if they are picking a place to fight." Dacknar crouches down behind some large leafy plant watching the frog men as he draws his sword and dagger.
"Hopefully one of you speak frog."
Toki nods at N'Dateh's comment , There are three. We can set an ambush down the beach, perhaps?
The Northman rubs his eyes and looks for a good spot for such an ambush.
"Are we sure they're slavers? If so, then I say attack, but perhaps one of us can lure them towards us so we capture and question them. We'd see right away their true character... I can act as bait, but Toki seems the type: Foreign, meaty calves, and a voice of gold..."
"While I'd prefer we can rest before engaging them, I fear that they will find us out beforehand. Perhaps some of us can set up an ambush in the edge of the jungle... while others lure them into the trap. I had to drop my spear to stay afloat, but these are sharp enough". She gestures towards her sharp horns. "I'm up for either one, but I feel I might be more effective charging and attacking after they enter the jungle. Is anyone here very fleet afoot"?
"I have a spare dagger someone can use. Or if you find a good strong branch, that could be used as a club if need be."
Dacknar believes that with his stealth, being part of the ambush party would be best for him.
"I am not sure about being fleet of foot LilRothic, But I might be able to dodge my way through the jungle at a good speed."
I also have a spare dagger or two for someone. I also can be a great distraction... Toki adds with a smile.
Many thanks, Miss Lil, Toki grins, cracking his neck. Shall I grab their attention, while you all hide?
"My greataxe did not survive the swim but I have a dagger and my bow if needed. Bearfolk are not born without weapons as well."
He looks at Toki, "Your going to play music and expect me to try to ride on a barrel again, aren't you?"
Beordt, it was just that once, and I thought we agreed that we would not speak of that again... Toki looks truly sorry for his part in the affair. It did not go as planned at all...
Pulling both handaxes from his belt and giving them a twirl, the Northman continues, Maybe the best show, is a show of force...
"Or Toki to draw then in together, is for them to come to you if you play the helpless wounded sailor washed up and made his way into the jungle but can move any more." Dacknar pointing to a clearing a little deeper in, but where Toki can be seen easily enough. "Perhaps over there in the clearing. Then before they get to you, we spring the trap. First ones to spring out the sides, some from the rear and Toki you slam the front door shut. That should get them boxed in."
"That's what I had in mind too... No need for violence if violence is not needed..." adds N'Dateh.
Beordt nods at the plan and begins to move toward the clearing in question. "Let's get into position." He looks to Toki, "Is this your first frog concert?" He laughs a good natured chortle.
Beordt moves to the far side of the clearing and lays in wait.
Toki's smile fades, I will give them a chance, but they attack, they go to their gods. You all had best find someplace to hide. They are coming.
Then turning to Beordt, Ready, my friend? Let us give the gods a show of courage...
While you scramble a bit further into the jungle and make plans for an ambush, out on the beach the three frog men continue to scout the sands for clues. One drops down to all fours and starts to run its wide nose along the sand while it glances back and forth with its wide eyes. Circling the remains of the raft and then of the tangled sailor, it makes a series of croaking sounds that get more excited as it moves to the cut netting that once entangled Dur.
Standing upright it gazes toward the bedraggled jungle. A long tongue slips out and runs along its lips as it clenches and unclenches its grip on its primitive spear.
"कम से कम आधा दर्जन। शायद अधिक। * croooak * कुछ के लिए एक बैल सिर । हुयूयूमंस के जोड़े । कुछ बड़ा, भारी । रेत में डूब जाता है। *groooak, grock*" It says in a language made up of some sort of guttural mix of Morphoi, Old Nurian, and various throat sounds.
One of the others looks back toward the tower and then into the jungle. "दो बार के रूप में हमें के रूप में कई । हम Grumph बताना चाहिए! तूफान से कमजोर होने पर भी बुल हेड *croooaaak* खतरनाक हो सकते हैं। और जाल काटने के लिए काफी हथियारबंद ।" He thumps his spear on the ground. "Vrock देखने के लिए जगह पाता है, हम बर्तन के लिए भोजन ले और दूसरों को मिलता है । *rrriiibit*."
The scout nods at the others words and the three move back to the body of the drowned sailor where they start to pull the corpse free of the netting.
"At least half a dozen. Maybe more. *croooak* One bull head for certain. Couple of huuuumans. Something bigger, heavy. Sinks in the sand." It says in a language made up of some sort of guttural mix of Morphoi, Old Nurian, and various throat sounds.
One of the others looks back toward the tower and then into the jungle. "Twice as many as us. We should tell Grumph! Bull heads can be dangerous even if weak from a storm. And armed enough to cut nets." He thumps his spear on the ground. "Vrock finds spot to watch, we take food for pots and get others."
The scout nods at the others words and the three move back to the body of the drowned sailor where they start to pull the corpse free of the netting.
Well, maybe we have no need to fight... Anyone recognize their speech?
The words the frogmen spoke sounded vaguely familiar, but Sorala could make no sense of them. Instead she moved into position to ambush the ones she assumed were slavers.
AC:12
One level exhaustion
"They're good, and they're smart. We shouldn't underestimate them. They know of us plenty, just from our tracks. They're going for reinforcements and will be back, so let's try to capture them. Alive if possible. I'm still not clear whether they see us as snacks."
"Well we shouldn't let them make it back with allies."
"Got it. Anyone know how fast these things can run? Could the bigger folk rush them down?"
Dur draws his bow, realizes that the string has gotten destroyed, and looks sorrowfully at it.
"Tired enough that maybe my aim won't be too much worse off," he said hopefully.
Toki runs after them, without a word.
"Its on then!" Beordt rushes after Toki freeing his bow and readying an arrow as he runs.
As Beordt rushes forward he catches up to Toki, "Should I carry you."
Toki stows his handaxes, then draws and strings his shortbow, before responding to Beordt, My legs still work, my friend. Let us move on them as quickly as possible!
At the word to take them, Tibs stands in the shade of a large leaf and utters a draconic word before pointing a finger at one of the three frogmen. Igni shar! and a bolt of purple flame erupts, striking one of the froggybois dead center.
What just happened!? wonder N’Dateh as she runs in the wake of the others to close the distance with the frogkins. She thinks of trying to appease them, but Tiberius’s fire puts an end to these thoughts.
[ooc]Crying... I guess I go last... :([/dice]
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"Change of plans! We can't let them escape to carry back word of our arrival. Lil pulls her crossbow, but sees the wet string and knows it wouldn't be accurate. "Don't forget your bowstrings might stretch due to the moisture"!
Lil Casts Sacred Flame on the most far away one she can reach with the spell. DC12 DEX Save or Radiant Damage
"Up 'n attem! Let's get these slavers!" The usually quiet ratfolk springs into action with a burst of energy running as fast as he can towards the frogs and...
Shooting a well placed arrow at the further slaver
Settled into her ambush spot, Sorala watches with surprise as everyone charges the frogmen. A frontal attack then? Subdue the enemy with rage and bluster?
Drawing her blade, the Iron Squire runs forward, following the rest into battle.
Toki continues to run after them.
Watching everyone charging the frogmen. "What happened to 'Lets ambush them'?"
Dacknar starts to sprint through the jungle, branches slashing his cheeks as his moves deeper into the jungle but parallel to the beach, in-hopes to get behind the frogmen. His eyes trying to pick out roots that would trip him as he quietly sprints forward.
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The lookout croaks a warning to its comrades as Tiberius is the first to step forth from the jungle's edge. The morning sunlight glitters off the dragonkin's scaley form as the sorcerer unleashes a bolt of fire at the nearest slaver. The purple flame bursts upon the surprised creature as it starts to twist around. The flames immediately incinerate one of frogman's eyes as the blast knocks it to the ground, its legs and arms twitching in spasms of agony.
While Tiberius unleashes searing fire, Dacknar races through the jungle attempting to cut off any chance one of the slaver's might escape. Vines, fallen trees, and deep pools of standing water all do their best to hinder the elf's progress.
Dur hustles forward, his short frame churning through the deep sand. He pauses long enough to draw, aim and fire his water fouled bow. And yet, the arrow flies true, just missing the creature's heart, but still sinking deep into the soft flesh of its belly. Eyes blinking in rapid confusion it raises it's little spear as Beordt comes charging out of the jungle his big bear frame churning up the sand.
The big bearfolk is followed by LilRothic and Sorala. The minotaur mutters a prayer calling forth the power of Eshu and the furthest slaver finds itself engulfed in a blast of burning radiant flame. The searing heat burns away Dur's arrow and causes the frogman's skin to hiss and pop.
Caught off guard by the sudden charge, N'Dateh races after her companions followed eventually by Toki who attempts to follow Dur's lead by firing an arrow at one of the enemy. Instead the damp bowstring simply snaps with a harsh *twang* and *thwack* as the broken ends whip back and lash his hand. The arrow falls harmlessly at his feet.
That's what I get for relying on the coward's weapon... Toki curses to himself.
The Northman, instead slings it over his shoulder and charges after the frogmen, while calling on Tor's son, Magni, for speed!
Beordt keeps the chase up moving as fast as he can through the sand and brush.
Tibs moves closer to the frogmen then takes a defensive stance, ready to try and dodge any return fire from the frog bois.
Try to keep them all on one side of you! I would rather not hit anyone with my spell.
"Coward's weapon? After I try to emulate you by singing? You wound me!"
Dur seems distraught enough by this that his next arrow flies wild, as he continues to plod his way along the beach.
What? Toki seems genuinely confused, slowing just a step, but then notices Dur's bow, Oh, I did not mean any insult. But, then again, this is not likely the time for discourse! Shall we commit to discussing this when we rest?
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