Qlippoths beneath bugger my lovelife, wrong entry! Aurelius swears as he double moves closer to the fray.
"Moloch take them all."
Grumbling under his breath, Guillaume moves toward the fray.
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Amala's fury does not improve her ain as her shot is wide, while Aurelius and Guillaume hurry to assist! Cimri mutters a vile curse as she dashs off after the woman!
As the sounds of the fleeing parties retreat you note it has become eerily quiet...
Round 2
Amala 21/21 hp
Aurelius 17/17 hp
Fellzir 17/17 hp
Guillaume 27/27 hp
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Cimri ?/? hp
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(Male) ?? ?/? hp
(Female) ?? ?/? hp
Current Effects: Dim Light in the area.
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Amala moves forward and draws an arrow and shoots at the man!!
“You cannot escape!!!“ she screams.
You there! Aurelius points out the fugitive
Approach!
Casting command to approach on the man if found, DC 15 will save.
Deliberately using the wrong name to confuse the enemy, Fellzir asks, "Bo! What are you shooting at? There's no one there..."
He then reloads the ballista.
Too annoyed to even grumble coherently anymore, Guillaume heads back the way he came, hoping to cut the troublemaker off.
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While Fellzir begins the slow process of reloading the ballista Amala loses sight of the intruder, but Aurelius spots him and takes advantage...
...who manages to shake off the magical compulsion! Seeing he is clearly outnumbered he quickly moves to escape! Amala sees the man dash behind her and around the side of the building, whilst the lady, upon noticing Guillaume standing at the entrance, moves quickly away from him!
Round 3
Amala 21/21 hp
Aurelius 17/17 hp
Fellzir 17/17 hp
Guillaume 27/27 hp
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Cimri ?/? hp
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(Male) ?? ?/? hp
(Female) ?? ?/? hp
Current Effects: Dim Light in the area.
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Aurelius moves after the map, but just cant get within range to issue another command. As such he double moves, still being a solid 10-15 feet behind his quarry.
Amala starts to run after the woman and she draws her dagger on the move while holding her bow in the other hand.
Guillaume dashes forward toward the woman Amala is chasing, swinging his might poleaxe.
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The cleric realizes the action has moved out of the Armory so he moves to join the others here. While Aurelius and Amala move to support Guillaume here, the tiefling has no problems here as he slashes a gaping wound in the woman's thigh!
Seeing the others move to surround her and cut off her escape she slowly throws down her weapon, "I yield here you...lackeys!"
You need to work on your insult game
Aurelius quips nonchalantly.
Amala starts laughing.
"You are really pathetic ... what kind of amateurs are sent to here? You are such a poor resistance movement!" she says.
"Was that Coalimber? Where is he going?" hisses Fellzir, obviously irritated.
Fellzir repeats the question to the surrendered woman.
He seems convincing, maybe even trustworthy?
Amala looks at the woman and grins.
"I mean she is really defiant! So we can just hang her, right? I mean we have to hang someone!! And she is not even useful!!" Amala says and looks at the woman as if Amala is expecting her to speak up or die.
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It does not take long for Amala's crazed mannerisms to break the young woman's spirits here. "Look we were supposed to take the bundles
of weapons that Bo and Dent prepared, drive a cart to the armory’s back door, enter, and escape to our hideout at Fort Estazano in the Whisperwood in the twilight hour before curfew."
You arent planned all that well are you? Aurelius is rather smug
To the party
He gave away a location called Estazano, we should do some reseach about this.
Or just take the cart back to the fort ourselves. Think we could mount the ballista on it?
Or just take the cart back to the fort ourselves. Think we could mount the ballista on it?
Amala smiles after the information is revealed.
“Great idea! We just take the cart back … but it will be hard to get the ballista ready! We’re not all stealthy … but we could also try to sneak in?!“
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Cimri nods slowly in reply to the group's suggestion, "That may work...although I'll bet the rebels have some way to screen out the bad apples. Still," she runs her hand through her hair, "Fort Estazano used to be a staging post for Chelish bandit-hunters launching forays into the Whisperwood, but not anymore. Now it is the setting of numerous ghost stories, a campsite for far-traveling wanderers, and a base for brigands and adventurers. Seems like a good place to start."
We'll need good disguises if we're going to try to sneak in. Not really my strong suit."
"Cloaks with the hoods up? Let's load the ballista and lock up this traitor."
Amala nods.
"And let us inform the higher up about what is happening here! Not that I care but you never know if they have more information ..." she says and shrugs.
Amala has no idea where the fort is but she is definitely going to inform Razelago and ArchBaron Fez about what has transpired.
"Let us definitely go fast as they will know that something is wrong if we wait too long!" Amala says.
Lets just waltz in at night, at least 3 of us got darkvision?
"Uh, a little help here?" comes Guillaume's muffled voice, as he seems to have wrapped a cloak around his head.
Fellzir tries to assist Amala and Guillaume with their disguises...
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Quickly deciding to follow a solid lead here to track down the rebels here, you waste no time here. With the help of Fellzir - who seems to be a natural at disguising himself - you all cloth yourselves and bundle onto the cart and are soon on your way!
After stopping by the Ash House to inform Razelago of your intentions -which elicits a nod of approval from the devilkin - and to stock up on supplies, you head off to where the Fort is located.
The journey takes longer than you anticipated here and soon you feel the need to rest...
Amala is tired.
"I really do not want to press on! I really need my sleep!" she says slightly agitated.
Yawning, Guillaume nods "Yes, I suppose that would be wise. But we should not rest longer than we have to."
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After a well-restful night out here in the woods you all proceed to where the Fort is located. As you carefully approach Fort Estazano, you see it hunkers atop a small, flat hill, with only the open wooden gates and a few narrow windows suggest that the heap of rocks ahead was once something more. A small gatehouse to one side still stands intact, though it seems in danger of collapse beneath the light covering of moss on its stones.
Fellzir rechecks the disguises and says we should just roll on up like we belong here.
Amala nods.
“Let us go!“ she says.
Oh Malacoda, let me smite the annoying hypocrite prix who dare to deny us our destiny!
Aurelius gives a short benediction before moving in.
Disguising himself goes much better for Guillaume this time. Maybe it just takes practice.
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Deciding boldness is the best option here you maneuver the cart towards the opening to Fort Escanzo. Although the fort’s walls have largely kept their shape, the structures within have fared far worse. The rubble of two collapsed towers spills into the courtyard, as do the moldy heaps of smaller wooden structures. Rickety stairs rise to a partially collapsed wooden walkway to the north and east that follows the remaining ramparts and leads to the door of the mostly intact gatehouse.
As of now no one seems to have reacted to your arrival.
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I want to say "load the ballista," but there doesn't seem to be a target. So I guess up the stairs? Stealthy people first?
Amala agrees with Fellzir.
She moves up the stairs.
Fellzir looks at his heavily armored friends, waits 12 seconds, and then tries to follow Amala as quietly as possible.
He glances over his shoulder, encouraging the others to come several seconds behind.
Aurelius does just that!
Guillaume goes last, letting the sneakier members of the party go on ahead.
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Carefully maneuvering the cart into the courtyard, Amala stealthily makes her way to the gap and begins to make her way to the stairway which leads to the darkened gatehouse, but before she reaches it a loud booming sound behind you catches your attention as the doors leading into the fort suddenly slam shut with a solid *THUD*!