Dolleen moves up behind Laro, and loads her sling.
"Whoa-ho Laro!" She takes a moment to admire the halfling's bravado.
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Dolleen grips her staff, and swings at the uglies.
"Jimbli, bring mama a toy."
Dolleen stands and nods a thanks to Fernand, then notices his wound.
"Ha... Ain't gonna attack us. These orcs run before y'can even give'em a good dirty look." She waves her arms and wiggles - commanding the far-off foliage to wrap up the orcs. "Well not this time...."
Dolleen sends Jimbli in to bite the ogre, then loads and fires her sling.
Dolleen squishes one between the tip of her staff and the ceiling. She prepares for another swing after dry heaving a bit.
"Warned ya... ya flappin rats."
Dolleen nods and points a stubby finger at Laro "Aye. Good simple plan."
Dolleen melts hearing the "unrestrained brogue" of the dwarf - something woefully absent from where she'd spent so many years. Her cougar nips at her as she absently strokes too hard. Tell me, How'd ye get caught up in all O' this? To avoid further scolding she merely grumbles "Just me golden luck...." while grunting to her feet.
Dolleen nods at the quiet man, then looks to the guy giving up some info.
Dolleen drops to her rump, calls over and strokes her grey cougar. "Huh... so that's what that's like." She waves to those she did not recognize. "You the divirgin' group? Greetings."
"Aha! That's where they got all the smarts from? Or at least learned they oughta scoot before we get warmed up." She smacks her palm with her staff - so sadly devoid of any good battle scars. "This traitor is teachin'em to not to fight like a stampede of piglets, eh?" She grins devilishly. "We hit em at home, and this time they've got nowhere to run!"
Dolleen scrunches her face as she looks at Jeremiah, not hiding her suspicion - she'd always preferred her enemies to look like enemies, and allies to look like enemies.
"Ack! Bring me some buckets, and I'll turn on the tap!"
Dolleen wipes ale dribble with her sleeve, and scowls at the door.
She grips her staff, and imbues it with a grumble and smack. She clucks her tongue at Jimbli and points to the left of the door, while she heads to open it.
"Things're tough all over, m'lad." addressing the scarred man...
Dolleen and Jimbli move closer to the Orog... keeping the big guy between her and the archers.
Dolleen winks to Fernand and clucks her tongue for her little cougar to join her. She skirts around so the orog gives her some cover from the ranged attacks, and prepares for his advance.
"Oopsie" Dolleen rushes to Fernand's side. She takes a sprig from her braids and slaps it onto his wounds. She grumbles a few quick words....
Dolleen drops from her mount and skirts around to attack one of the halberdiers. She tries to duck below his guard, and strikes at his belly.
Jimbli comes up by her side, and attacks the adjacent glaivewielder.
Dolleen and Jimbli continue to ride toward the orcs.
"Orcs! Lets hit em hard!" Dolleen urges her horse forward with her grey cougar at her side.
Listening to the problems facing the fort, Dolleen shook her head at the situation. She did not even consider what Lynn had just offered. That was certainly too much for them... wasn't it? Guess not. She nods in support of Gredolynn's offer "Aye, just say the word Cap."
Dolleen tries to push the image of Jasper and a scantily clad ogre playing the naked tickle game...
She shakes her head when Emerald mentions burying the dead.
"Oh really?" Dolleen responds to Lynn's insight, and chews it over absently tugging on a braid.
Jimbli takes off after the fleeing archer, as does the eagle.
Dolleen sends Jimbli in against the archers. She then comes round her mount, and "screeches" toward the sky.
End of Round 3 "Gah! Come'ere!" Dolleen tunes everything else out when Jimbli catches on fire.
Dolleen nods as Amarisa advance. "Aye! They are evil. Not even so much as a hand over your valuables?"
end of Round 2 Dolleen and Jimbli advance on the orc archers. Dolleen drops from the horse, and uses it for cover. With an intense frown of concentration, she begins imbuing her staff with the force of nature. She tests its "pow" against her palm, and peeks around her mount's rump.
end of Round 1 Dolleen urges her mount around the little copse of trees, and up beside Kaelaah. She growls to steel herself.. preparing to charge forward.
"Archers! Flamin archers! Lets 'em down!"
"I'll lend a hand with the shovelin'."
"Mmm... good question. See what you can sniff out, Jimbli."
"I swear... we just worked on this."
Dolleen rides to the right side of the caravan, and scans the area - as well as the terrain beyond. Jimbli stays near her side.
"Oy! What's his name? Jasper? What're you doing there with me mug?"
Dolleen groans at the mention of mounts.
Dolleen swabs her glass with a hunk of roll from her pack, and pops it in her mouth. "No wiwarfolf" she swallows her mouthful "... are getting away from us. Jimbli'll chase down anything that runs."
After its clear there is not another bottle to be uncorked and offered, Dolleen nods.
"Good to meet ya" She nods to everyone - with a bit of a nervous 'heh' to the half-orc Grendolynn.
"Come to mama." Dolleen snatches up one of the bags of gold, then raises a glass. "Count me in." She throws it back, then slaps Kaelaah fraternally on the shoulder. "Man said time is short. We won't have time for the scenic route through any ancient windy trails.... As far as wolves... just don't go off on your own. When you go off to water the roadside, I wanna see you boys all go together like ladies at a social." She runs her thumb along a gold piece, and admires the sheen. "Will say... here's to hoping any trouble we come across, is more the variety which has got pockets... and purses of coin. Gold coins off any 'leshies from Veng spends just as well... don't matter how ugly the mug on it." Dolleen nudges her sleepy grey cougar in the rib, and cocks her thumb to indicate Kaelaah.
Dolleen holds up a finger to finish her story "... so I say to the guy, 'Just cuz you can't handle yourself in the wild doesn't make this some kinda epic Yer no adventurer just an unskilled courier!' Ha ha... that ticked him off. Started conjurin' up something... dunno what. Knocked him out the second he got to 'auccieri'"
She slurps the swill from her mug, and heads toward the sergeant "Dolleen Mullick, sir.".. with a crisp nod. "What's the good word?"
Drulsk takes Mayor Doyle to his room. He returns to find Gromsch inspecting the water.
Gromsch:
It takes just a few minutes after Mayor Doyle leaves, to determine the water is perfectly pure... as if just purified. "If the rest of you would like to step in here... Bimnil will show you what was taken from your beaten foes at the lumbermill." He gestures to the north door.
"I will fill you in as best I can, Master. We should also speak of the matter I mentioned in my letter. But first..." Drulsk summary: "From what I understand, there are ruins under this entire area. The artifacts and arcane discoveries within have been researched in secret for centuries. There were derro who used a powerful magic to wipe memories of any who somehow gained knowledge of the operation. The minds of the villagers here have likely been manipulated their whole lives." "A few days ago, the derro responsible for the mind manipulation was killed. Shortly after, it was discovered the Mayor was in charge of the entire undertaking... with several factions in his command. Now as word spreads to the enemy that the Mayor is no longer in power, the factions appear to be preparing, positioning themselves, or waiting for some reason before moving in... Actually, I don't know what power he wields to have kept himself in command this long." He begins to enumerate the enemy...
"Many of those you see here were being held in a duergar-occupied stronghold underneath the lumberyard to the west. "The witches we fought just now, and the child witch here are aligned with one known as Gilvorgione the Crone." "There is also someone who refers to himself as Magnus Horth the Returned. He is a necromancer who has special recipes for crafting undead. He allegedly has an army of a thousand undead at his command." "From what the Mayor has just said, it seems many off these factions.. or at least those who lead them, have been using these Ugothols - and other discovered rituals, to transfer their consciousness... effectively living forever though copies I suppose."
Drulsk looks confused and takes the letter... "I have a matter of great urgency, and don't know who to turn to. I have come to a village in Varisia known as Doyle's Run. The water seems to be tainted all through the village and surrounding areas - even the fountain in the center of the village, but the substance is beyond my abilities to identify. There are ruins of great importance below this village, and the locals have been less than friendly. I hope however I can repay you will suffice as compensation for your time.
Drulsk addresses Gromsch - now that the fighting seems to have ended. "Master... I am obviously grateful, but... I am curious what brings you here?" As the others come around he thanks them for their help, and he introduces Gromsch (mostly to Corum and Karthak the ones he knows) "This is Master Gromsch. I was his apprentice for many years. His knowledge of Alchemy is without equal." Gromsch:
It would seem he has no memory of writing to you for help.
"Attackers, Master... freeing our captives. An Elven robe should be there in the skirmish. Listen to him for now. He is quick minded."
Gromsch sees the front door of Errik's house swing open. A pale-skinned dark-featured half-orc - dressed as a scholar - tosses an imp down forcefully enough that it nearly smacks into the flagstone before stabilizing into a hover. Another imp floats in the doorway behind him. Gromsch: You recognize the half-orc as Drulsk. On the north side of the house, you see the skirmish taking place. There appear to be a couple watchmen, a few hag-like old women, and several others bearing weapons or arcane rods.
Sunny beats the group to the door of Errik's house. A well-dressed half-orc answers the door.
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