Linflass fires his bow at the weaver.
"somebody might want to kill the mayor before that thing inside him joins us on the outside!"
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looks at Tomas in disbelief. "Have you ever actually been in the woods before?"
Linflass nods his head in agreement. "I've had enough of this town. I won't lose any sleep if someone involved in all of this dies. Not that I'll be sleeping much with 'this' thing." Taps his growth. "Tomas and I can look for an ambush and lay into them from the flank while you charge from the front."
He looks at Eve thoughtfully. "That does seem more likely, doesn't it?" "And whatever is going on with the Mayor is unnatural." Looks around the group as he itches his new appendage, "Suggestions?"
Linflass wonders what happened to the three cultists who started chasing them? He stops running as he arrives at the barn. "Quick: inside. Someone was chasing us.
Linflass keeps an eye towards the front and quietly says, "This town just keeps getting stranger. About a half dozen villagers wearing masks have the mayor bound on an altar. And something is trying to get out of his stomach." He shakes his head. "We've walked into something evil. That witch is with them, though not tied up. A couple of the villagers were chasing Tomas and I but seem to have given it up." He looks at Tomas. "Did you see anything more?" Smiles sardonically. "I didn't hear anything; what, with all those sticks breakind underfoot."
Linflass looks at Tomas as he hears a stick break. Mutters, "Blast. Come one." With three of the cultists charging at them, he grabs Tomas' arm and runs back towards the others at the barn.
"One of us will come part way back and gesture you up." Reflects for a few seconds. "If we come back in full flight, yelling, use your own judgement." Grins.
Linflass (with Tomas) heads around the barn to investigate the light out back.
I'm showing the last DM post two and a half weeks ago. You still with us?
Looks around the disheveled barn. "Thomas and I will scout out back and see what we can of that light. When we signal, come to us."
Linflass looks at the shrine, whispering to the rest, "Anybody recognize this thing?"
Linflass thanks Eldwin as he looks at the blood stains on his clothing. Sardonically, he says, At least my new limb was unharmed I have got to get out of this town. He checks to see if anyone heard the battle and is approaching.
We need to continue on to investigate the barn, and then see what that bright light out behind it is. He continues to the barn and, standing to the side, peers, inside.
Of course the scarecrows are alive! Wishing he had a scythe, he slashes again with both swords.
Linflass sees the scarecrow begin to move. By the gods. What kind of town is this, really? He limps over as quickly as his new appendage allows and slashes at the creature.
"We need to take a look in the barn first. We can't leave an empty building at our backs as we investigate the light. One person yelling a warning could leave us in a vise."
Linflass, shambling along on his infected leg, peers at the darkened barn from the cover of the surrounding shrubbery. "Suggestions before we just charge right in?"
"I can sneak up and try to peer in the door."
Linflass is a bit put off at the green blood coming from the weaver, as well as her seeming to be unaffected by Tomas' arrows. He swings again at her with his sword.
Linflass, anger starting to push through his muddled head, avoids the thugs trying to grab him and lashes out at the weaver with the sword still in his right hand.
Linflass, hobbled, sleepy and feeling cursed, mutters, "Definitely going to move out of this town". He lashes out at Alizna.
[ooc]Attack Off Hand
"Sew that up!"
Linflass jerkily hobbles towards his enemies, hampered by the growth from his leg.
"Mayor, this stink-swamp of a town isn't to my liking anymore. I think I'll be leaving."
Linflass looks down at the mess that is his leg. {b]"I. Hate. This. Town."[/b] He calls out to Eldwin. "Do you have anything that might help?
Waves of nausea wash over Linflass as he squares up to attack the beast again.
With Linflass' reflexes dulled by the queasiness he's feeling, the beast easily bats away one attack and the other misses it completely. "Cleric! Any magic?"
Linflas sees Tomas' arrow sink into the beast's hide and slashes with both blades.
If it can be retconned, Linflass is a dual wielder (I had him draw both weapons above) and he would have attacked with both.
At least it was only werewolves in the Darkmoon Vale "Feel free to join me up here, Eve." Louder, to the others "It's not friendly. Go ahead and shoot it.
A look of dismay comes over Linflass' face as the pig turns into something from a nightmare. I hate this place
He begins to take the encounter more seriously.
Quietly over his shoulder"Try not to shoot me, please."
Ah, dinner, He draws a pair of short swords from their scabbards, watching the pig's approach.
Quit a bit like 4th edition. Graphics are, well facebookish. But it's fun.
Seeing that the group is on board, Linflass leads them back towards the farm.
After confirming the plan, Linflass leads Tomas off through the woods to the farm, looking for signs of the youths there.
Linflass acknowledges the responses and looks at Eve. "Joining us?
Linflass nods in approval at Norn and Eldwin's desire to clear up the farm. He looks expectantly at the other two. "So? Tomas and I can sneak around behind them and cover them with bows. You three could work your way through the woods or go right up the road. You confront them, weapons at the ready, while Tomas and I fire a few warning arrows to startle them. We don't want to kill or seriously injure anyone, but we have to think they'll try to do so to us if the mayor tells them to." He pauses. "But we need to move now if we're going. Whatever the mayor has planned for us will likely be soon."
Linflass nods in approval as Norn and Eldwin reply. He looks expectantly at the other two. "So? Tomas and I can sneak around behind them and cover them with bows. You three could work your way through the woods or go right up the road. You confront them, weapons at the ready, while Tomas and I fire a few warning arrows to startle them. We don't want to kill or seriously injure anyone, but we have to think they'll try to do so to us if the mayor tells them to."
Linflass leads Eldwin and Norn back to his place to see if Eve and Tomas are there, before heading towards the Festival. He finds them outside. Looking around, all seems the same. "I take it nothing happened here?"
"The mayor and that crone were at the farm with a bunch of local youths, wearing masks. He told them to look out for us and came back with Alizna; likely to go to the Festival." "The boys there were lightly armed. I think we could scare them into submission or easily overwhelm them. I suppose we could tie them up in the barn and look around the place, with someone staying on guard." Pauses, thinks for a half a minute. "We would control the farm. For what that's worth. And take the boys out of the picture for any ambush. And after we look around, we could either camp out there, or go to the Festival." or... "Or just know there's a group out there looking for us and head to the Festival now..." His voice trails off. I should have taken my bow with me and left it at the farm! "That's what I've got." He waits for responses.
Linflass sees Norn and Eldwin approaching and moves out to the edge of cover, walking up to them. He explains what he saw and heard at the farm. "We need to find Eve and Tomas now." He looks off towards town, a frown on his face. "I don't know what to do. We could easily overpower the youth back at the farm, interrogate them and look around the farmstead after tying them all up. But I don't know if..." Shakes his head. "C'mon. Let's find the others. And be ready for trouble." What should we do? Just wait for trouble and try to beat it down?
GM: Linflass watches the gathering, holding his vantage point and barely moving. He sees the mayor and Alizna go, knowing that the five are staying on guard duty. He waits three minutes, letting the departing pair get well ahead. Then he silently heads back towards town, staying in the cover, using the same route that brought him there.
Linflass, who learned to move unobserved in the streets of Olfden and among the trees of the Arthfell, works his way silently towards some figures talking at the abandoned farm.
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