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We'll never finish him off at this pace. *coughs* Burning the webs was a good idea although that smell is rank.

Isador swings his bow around and tries to find a vital spot on the isolated orc.

Attack (MW Shortbow): 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (14) + 9 = 23
Damage (Arrow): 1d6 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2

Isador attempts to plant an arrow in the scout. Com'on. He tracks the orcs movements before releasing the arrow.

Attack MW Shortbow: 1d20 + 9 - 4 ⇒ (9) + 9 - 4 = 14

Damage Arrow: 1d6 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 = 4

Tarek, can you aide Caoilte?

Isador tries to reduce the threat level by taking aim at the orc scout.

MW Shortbow: 1d20 + 9 - 4 ⇒ (7) + 9 - 4 = 12
Damage: 1d6 + 1 ⇒ (5) + 1 = 6

Seeing the orc outlined with what appears to be magical energy, Isador takes a brief moment to look for a weakness in his new foes defenses before releasing an arrow.

Attack (MW Shortbow): 1d20 + 9 - 4 ⇒ (3) + 9 - 4 = 8
Damage Arrow: 1d6 + 1 ⇒ (5) + 1 = 6

He curses under his breath as the arrow misses it's mark.

Isador seems a little frustrated as he attempts to find a better angle. He attempts to draw a bead on the enemy once more.

MW Shortbow: 1d20 + 9 - 4 ⇒ (12) + 9 - 4 = 17

Arrow: 1d6 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 1 = 5

Isador tries to obtain a better angle attack. He swings the Shortbow into position and releases another arrow.

MW Shortbow: 1d20 + 9 - 4 ⇒ (5) + 9 - 4 = 10
Damage Arrow: 1d6 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 = 4

Isador snaps his Shortbow into position and tries to hit the green skinned foes.

Master Work Shortbow: 1d20 + 9 - 4 ⇒ (7) + 9 - 4 = 12
Damage Arrow: 1d6 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2

No, if he feels that opening the door will reveal their position and result in the loss of surprise, he will let the fighters take the lead.

Feeling the divine power wash over his person, Isador smiles as he stealth-fully opens the door. I'll have a quick look and be right back but come running if you hear any squealing!

Perception: 1d20 + 7 + 1 ⇒ (9) + 7 + 1 = 17
Stealth: 1d20 + 11 + 1 ⇒ (20) + 11 + 1 = 32

Well, it looks like we have limited options. Watch your step, with the amount of sprung traps visible here, it is most certain that the owners don't want any inquisitive eyes.

He steps alongside Arklore. See anything suspicious?

Perception: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (6) + 7 = 13
Disable Device: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (18) + 11 = 29

Isador takes another sidestep and lines up a shot.

Master Work Shortbow: 1d20 + 9 - 4 ⇒ (8) + 9 - 4 = 13
Damage Arrow: 1d6 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2

Isador tries to land another arrow in the tentacle attacking Caoilte.

Attack MW Shortbow: 1d20 + 9 - 4 ⇒ (16) + 9 - 4 = 21
Damage Arrow: 1d6 + 1 ⇒ (6) + 1 = 7

Instinctively, Iasdor turns to face the new threat. Pulling his bow to the ready, he tries to draw a bead at the wriggling tentacles before releasing the shot.

Attack MW Shortbow: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (10) + 9 = 19
Damage Arrow: 1d6 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 1 = 5

Isador again shifts position and lines up another shot at the heavily wounded skeleton.

Attack MW Composite Shortbow: 1d20 + 9 - 4 ⇒ (10) + 9 - 4 = 15

Damage Arrow: 1d6 + 1 ⇒ (6) + 1 = 7

Isador shifts into a better position and lines up another shot at the heavily wounded skeleton.

Attack MW Composite Shortbow: 1d20 + 9 - 4 ⇒ (9) + 9 - 4 = 14

Damage Arrow: 1d6 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2

Scowling, Isador lines up another shot on the skeleton that bloodied Caoilte.

Attack MW Composite Shortbow: 1d20 + 9 - 4 ⇒ (8) + 9 - 4 = 13
Damage arrow: 1d6 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 = 4

Isador winces as he sees the undead protectors emerge from the shadows. Well, my bow isn’t very effective against these bones but I don’t think there is enough room for all of us in that hallway. . He takes aim at the skeleton and sends a arrow over Caoilte’s left shoulder.

Attack MW Composite Bow: 1d20 + 9 - 4 ⇒ (7) + 9 - 4 = 12

Arrow: 1d6 + 1 ⇒ (6) + 1 = 7

Caoilte, the path looks clear. Do you want to take point or should I continue with the group following closely?

Isador wipes the sweat from the back of his neck as he examines the front of the temple. They don't build them like this anymore..

He takes a few cautious steps on the entryway stairs. Let me take a quick look about; I'll be right back.

He quickly drinks all the water in his canteen and secures any loose items to reduce noise before setting out.

Perception: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (6) + 7 = 13
Stealth: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (15) + 11 = 26

Isador thumbs through a few more pages looking for any additional clues to the location. Muttering adsently to himself let’s see.. no.. no.. ah..

Knowledge (Geography): 1d20 + 4 + 2 ⇒ (17) + 4 + 2 = 23

This might be the location

Isador absently scratches the stubble on his chin as he listens to the conversation. He seems to have lost focus on the discussion and he starts to rummage through his satchel. He removes a worn green leather journal and begins to flip through the pages.

Knowledge (Local): 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (17) + 7 = 24
Knowledge (Geography): 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (17) + 4 = 21

Ah! I thought that remembered that story. Here it is.. He turn the journal towards the group and reveals a rough hand sketch of an old fortress. the crusaders buried her and her sword, which had shattered against the orc’s bones, in this dwarven ruin.

Isador evaluates at the tome trying to determine its age and value.

Appraise: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (19) + 8 = 27

I'm interested, especially if it might lead to lost artifacts. That typically results in a win / win for the society and my pockets. He grins broadly as he moves in to get a better look.

Isador shakes his head when he sees that Zamir is not willing to back down. mumbling under his breath I would have thought he would be smarter than this..

Attack (Rapier): 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (12) + 5 = 17

Damage (Rapier): 1d6 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2

Zamir! come to your senses and let's settle this without anymore bloodshed. We have bested your henchmen and stone guardian. There are 4 of us against you and your cat; a smart man like yourself can calculate the odds of getting out of this unscathed. I deplore you to come to your senses and cease these hostilities.

Attack (Rapier): 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (10) + 5 = 15 attacking the cat
Damage (Rapier): 1d6 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 1 = 3

seeing the situation turn sour, Isador reaches for his shortbow only to discover that it was not slung over his shoulder. He clenches his teeth at his mistake of not backtracking to pick it up and draws his rapier.

Seeing the fierce cat spring into action, he takes a swipe at the beast.

Attack Rapier: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (13) + 5 = 18
Damage MW Rapier: 1d6 + 1 ⇒ (5) + 1 = 6

Well, based on your appearance and fortifications, you must be the famous Zamir. My traveling companion has been trying to reach you.

Isador keeps his eye on man behind the desk as he slowly raises his left hand and waves Tarek over.

He has counsel for you, so please keep your magnificent cat restrained until he can deliver them.

Once he sees the color and energy returning to Havelockk, Isador tries to gently open the door. If he feels little or no resistance, he’ll give the door a slight push and then step to the side of hallway.

Once everyone has been attended to, Isador makes his way to doorway that was once protected by the stone guardian and tries to determine if there are any traps or sounds coming from the other side.

Perception (trap finding): 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (12) + 7 = 19

Glancing towards Havelockk. Let me feint to his right and you can drive your black blade deep into this things heart.

Attack (Aid Another +2 Attack): 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (9) + 5 = 14

if he still has actions left, he will move forward and attempt to aid Havelockk

dropping his shortbow to the floor, Isador slides his rapier from it's sheath as he moves alongside Havelocck

Let me shield you brother while you prepare for your next attack.

Aid Another: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (15) + 5 = 20 +2 to Havelockk's AC

I'm at a loss for what to do, my weapon has proven to be quite useless against this creature. Glancing over his shoulder, Isador searches the weapon racks for a blunt weapon that might be of a simple design.

I'm not sure my blade will fare any better than my bow. Perhaps it's protection will weaken after a few more hits.

He draws his bow up again and takes another shot.

I don't think my bow is going to be of any use against this thing. I'll try another shot and then switch weapons if it's unsuccessful.

He tries to look for a weak spot near the joint between the arms and the main body. He then pulls back the bow and releases the arrow.

Seeing the statue suddenly come to life, Isador takes a step to his right and fires an arrow at the monstrosity.

Well, I guess a show of force is in order. He glances over to Caoilte and Havelockk before turning his gaze back towards the wooden guardian. I guess that means you two are up. I'll be right over here ready to supply cover fire, if needed.

He takes a path along the outer wall as he moves into position to cover his companions.

Just say the word if you want me to put an arrow or two into it but, based on what I see, that might not do anything.

Being careful not to get too close, Isador takes a moment to examine the floor for signs of a trigger or pressure plate that might activate the guardian.

After he is satisfied with his observations, he returns to the party and describes his findings.

As the party ties up the monk and wizards, Isador looks the tables over trying to determine if they were working on anything that might give a tactical advantage.

He looks at Tarek and nods briefly before slipping down the corridor to look for the "guardian".

Well, so much for diplomacy..

Isador quickly draws his bow up into a firing position before the bandits can close into melee combat. He takes aim and releases the black fletched arrow at the lead assailant.

Isador watches as the tension builds in the conversation. He quietly looks the main guard over trying to determine the best place to plant an arrow.

Isador nods upon hearing Tarek's plan. Yes, I sometimes lose sight of our mission, its good to hear your words of wisdom friend. I have no issue with cutting down down an enemy but I won't draw innocent blood unless there is no other option.

He glances around the group getting a read on his companions reaction to Tarek's suggestion.

I think our silver tongued friend should lead the way and see if he can convince Zamir to change his ways. Failing that, Caoilte and Havelockk can use other methods.

Seeing the apparent slaves but no other sign of danger, he quickly slinks back up the stairs to in form his cohorts of the situation.

I didn't see any sign of a slave master but the presence of the slaves took away my advantage of stealth. It looks like the direct approach is our only option.

Side stepping the pooling blood, Isador casually walks over the dead bodies and he approaches the subterranean stairwell and casts a quick look below. Well, I assume if there were more, they would have come up to assist their brothers.

Keeping his ebony shortbow in his left hand, he spins quickly and starts to descend the ladder.

I'll be back in a few minutes, fellas. If you hear me give the signal... you know the blood curdling scream, please come down to pull my arse out of the fire.

Hearing the sound of Havelockk's magic but not seeing any signs of his companions, Isador picks up his pace as he advances towards the center structure.

Hearing Caoilte's booming voice coming from the interior of the courtyard, Isador glances about quickly looking for signs of immediate danger before advancing to the entryway of the monastery.

Whispering to himself. I hope I don't miss anything..

Hearing the death of another archer brings a quick smile to Isador's lips but he knows the fight is far from over. He slides forward a little to get a better view of the archer on the rear rampart. Seeing the look of determination on the man's face, even after the death of his companions, means he is not likely to surrender.

Whispering under his breath, he swings the ebony shortbow towards the guard and takes a hurried shot before moving back towards the wall.

No quarter..

Isador looks up at the approaching guard. I hope this next shot finds a vital organ.

He swings his ebony shortbow in a sweeping arc trying to get a bead on the monastery guardian. Leading the man's movements, he lets the arrow fly.

Isador winces when he see's the arrow pierce Tarek but a wide smile crosses his lips as Havelockk's magic blast the archer from the wall. His eyes flash across the ramparts as he identifies the next threat.

He dashes towards the monastery's eastern wall in an attempt to close the distance between him and the next sentry. Pulling up close to the wall, he swings his ebony shortbow in the direction of the guard. He smiles as he assess the distance and reassures himself that this was close enough.

He draws a bead on the sentry and whispers a quick prayer Desna, grant me favor

Brew,

Thanks for reviving the game. I am traveling but will attempt to post early morning or late evening.

Things will get back to normal starting on Sunday night.

Isador keeps his ebony shortbow trained in the direction of the guard who is peering at the strange cloud of mist that is concealing his companions.

His eyes follow the slow moving cloud trying to determine where it may be heading. After a moment, he understands their intended destination and is worried about their ability to scale the rubble especially if the guards attack.

If anyone from the party attempts to climb the rubble, Isador will loose his arrow at the guard.