Having swept into the back of the enemy's lines, Caelan slashes at the cleric.
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"Nobody calls my friend a beast!" snarls Caelan as he moves up, ducks under Pink-Eye's arm, takes up a spot behind the corner of the building and lashes out around the corner once more at the next foe.
No funny business: Caelan whips his sword around the corner of the wall once more.
"If this guy is trying to befuddle our friends, the simplest move is just to cut him down," whispers Caelan to Gauntlet.
Caelan keeps his sword at the ready, just in case the situation changes. "Right - well, let's give it a minute and see what happens," he says in response to Gauntlet's comment.
Caelan stands, wipes the blood from his mouth, and takes a wild swing around the corner.
Since the battle location has shifted, Caelan tries to leap to the edge of the ruined building so that he can climb down, but misses the leap, crashes into the wall, and hits the ground hard with blood shooting out of his mouth.
Caelan manages to get up onto one of the rooftops and, crouching, makes his way south to engage the enemies from the side.
Caelan moves forward, then attempts to scramble up the rocky wall of one of the ruined buildings, but he is unable to get purchase.
Caelan likewise moves in to assist, brandishing his gleaming mithral sword.
"Unf!" Caelan swings back hard with his mithral sword at the threatening skeleton.
"Thanks, Pink-Eye."
"Sounds good. I'll keep to cover and move to engage as the opportunity presents," says Caelan.
"All right... we'll just have to fight smarter."
"Quite all right; the mark's on my shoulder, under my armor," says Caelan.
"What are they even doing here?" wonders Caelan. "They must have a pretty unusual task - like we do - to bother with the Mournlands."
"This beats putting wear onto my boots," says Caelan with a grin.
"This town runs on graft, eh?" says Caelan. He brushes back his hair with one hand, though his other hand stays on his baldric. "Look, let's just get this over with and maybe we can get through a day without any maiming?"
Caelan rolls his head to one side and then the other, his right hand tightening until the knuckles are white. "If we're gonna dance, let's do it," he says in a deadpan voice.
Caelan glances about the room for his companions as he and Gauntlet return inside, and he signals with two fingers toward Xetovia to let her know that he's spotted them. When he notices that negotiations are already underway, he hangs back for a moment, but seeing that Erix has decided that House Cannith affiliation is not a barrier for now, he makes his way over to the team.
Caught in the middle of eating an entire chocolate cake, Caelan says, "Wait, we're still on?" He slowly lowers the fork, cake smeared across most of his face.
Caelan nudges Gauntlet and says, "I'm not seeing anything out here and this is taking too long. C'mon, let's go see what's happening inside."
Caelan nods and says, "Thanks for taking a look, Xetovia. Listen, I'm gonna stay outside with Gauntlet. Two sets of eyes are better than one - can only look one direction at a time, after all." He pays for a mug of beer, winces at the mediocre taste, and says to Erix, "Keep these folks from making more enemies, will you, cuz?" with a smile. Then he steps back outside and takes up a spot on the wall near Gauntlet, alternating between sipping his disappointing beverage and looking up and down the streets. "Spot anything, my friend?"
"Good to know, cuz," says Caelan to Erix. "I'll wear a high-collar shirt."
Is Xetovia still here?
Caelan seems to notice Ama's reticence and says, "Hey, just stay close and look confident. If you look like you're surprised or lost, people will try to take advantage of you. Anyone looks at you in a way you don't like, just say the word." He rattles the scabbard of his sword.
Caelan waves a hand in front of his face, which is wrinkled with distaste, and says, "Right you are, my friend," to Gauntlet.
"It's true! So thank you as well for helping out my dear cousin," says Caelan to the caravan master. He speaks forthrightly. "It'll be good to have you back on your feet quickly," he then says to Erix.
Caelan nods as Xetovia arrives with messages. "Still keeping the battle line together, just like old times, eh?" he manages with a chuckle. "I think we have these on the rout. Thanks for letting me know that Erix is still alive. C'mon, let's get back to the caravan." The warrior makes his way back to the cliffside, flings his sword down so that it sticks point-first in the ground below, then climbs down carefully himself.
He grabs his sword again and jogs back to the wagons. "Erix! Cousin, you took a bad hit there! How are you holding up?"
"Thanks, Pink-Eye," says Caelan. He's breathing hard even though he isn't sweating as he lets the goblin blood simply drip off of his sword. He closes his eyes for a few moments, then shivers slightly like someone with a sudden chill and says, "I'm all right, I'm all right, let's get the caravan going again."
Caelan switches his grip slightly and goes for a glancing blow, hoping to catch one of the goblins off its guard so that he can follow up with a finisher.
Caelan draws back his mithral sword and uses his shield to briefly obscure his attack before chopping down at an angle toward the goblin he still faces.
Caelan continues his merciless advance, sweeping his shining, bloody sword in front of him like he's scything wheat.
Caelan presses his attack and tries to finish off the goblins before they can finish off his cousin!
Caelan lashes out again at a goblin, hoping to cut down a few foes and save himself and his cousin from any unnecessary further pain.
Caelan grunts and mutters, "Let's play trade back and forth and see how you do." His shining mithral sword exits its sheath with a whisper, and he whips it around in a fast, hard arc at the small ambusher.
From the Eberron book: Your caster level for your least dragonmark spell-like ability is 1 + your level in the dragonmark heir prestige class (if any).
Erix: Unless you have something that raises your effective caster level, a least mark only makes you effectively caster level 1, which limits dimension leap to 10'. The cliff is 20' high.
Caelan pushes out of the wagon with a snarled curse and races toward the cliff face of goblins, which he works to clamber up.
Caelan snaps his fingers, points at Xetovia, and says, "Just so. If he shows up again I'll give him the one and Erix will give him the two."
"I'll have a three-day escrow put on this so it isn't sent until then," says Caelan as he accepts the letter. "Erix? Shall we?"
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