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"I suppose we eat boar tonight, then. We don't really have a way to keep the meat fresh, and I don't think hulling a stinking carcass around is going to do good for morale. Especially my own." Radok says while wiping the blood off of his prosthetic arm.
Radok strikes quickly, giving a clean one-two punch.
Radok moves forward, and aims for the boar's stomach.
Radok accepts the extract from Filon. While he trusted his fists to guard him well, magic could do many things he couldn't. Hopefully, protecting himself was one of them. Radok frowns as the group looks around for the boar. He wasn't skilled with anything like tracking, so he could not help there. But he keeps his eyes open and his hands at the ready.
Even with Izit's healing, Radok remains unconscious.
Parrying the hobgoblin's blade with his stone hand, and seeing him quickly fall to Morde's beast, Radok continues to beat down on the bugbear.
Not bothering to reload his crossbow, Radok surges forward, jumping and kicking the bugbear in the head while still maintaining a careful guard.
Radok keeps away from the bugbear, reloading and firing his crossbow.
Radok pulls out his crossbow, firing it at a hobgoblin not currently in combat with anyone.
"Lumber... they must be trying to rebuild the bridge. It will take some time, but that means ours is still limited. We should move quickly."
"Alright then. Let's try not to get lost in these woods on the way there."
"I don't know if we have the resources to deal with the troglodytes, but if we can get the jump on them we can get in a better position. Or maybe it would be better to just try and avoid them entirely."
Radok takes the opportunity of the campfire to rest, a chance to catch his breath after the busy day. It still didn't feel quite real, as if he would wake up tomorrow back in Phaendar, the raid just a passing nightmare. Radok eats his fill, appropriate for a man of his girth, although he tries to eat as frugal as he can. "Food is going to be hard to come by. At this rate, we're going to have to ration it, eating less than a full meal." Radok says bitterly, hinting dread for the road to come.
"Just one." Radok says, lowering himself to the hobgoblin's eye level. "Where does your legion think they go when they die?"
As Zelik relays the information, Radok's face turns to angered shock. "A tunnel? Do you expect me to believe that the hobgoblins dug their way into Phaendar? That would take years of planning, more than what the town could be worth."
"I'm no good at sneaking around, but bringing the hobgoblin down without killing him shouldn't be a problem." Radok says, stretching his stone arm. Radok stays where he is as the others move forward, ready to move in if need be.
"It looks like someone left after everyone here was killed. Can someone track these footsteps?"
Radok does his best to assist in the efforts of building shelters, and while he knows little of the construction, he dutifully finds materials for it.
He then ponders on the situation, struggling to think on where they should go next. The hobgoblins seemed to be a large force, and common logic suggested that they would not be able to move as swiftly than the group of refugees. Still, Radok thinks,The fact that no one saw these hobgoblins coming worries me. How did they get into the center of town without anyone panicking?
Radok, catching up, grunts. "As long as he pulls as much weight as the rest of us. That wound better not slow us down."
Radok, hearing cries, begins to make his way to catch up with the forward group.
Radok nods. "I am still weary from the previous fight, so I will stay with the main group."
Damn, I just remembered Brawlers have a really bad proficiency list, so Radok actually couldn't really use the battleaxe. I'd like the mwk handaxe if possible, an alchemist's fire, and one of the CLW potions.
Another constructed pugilist level. Abilities:
We should also handle the loot sometime.
Radok doesn't have any skills that correlate, but from the wording of some of the abilites you do not have to be trained in survival to do them, so Radok can always help with those.
Radok nods. "Let's make a run for that then. We can pick up those outside the town as we go, but we don't have the time to collect everyone."
Radok, feeling himself awaken, notes the sounds of combat and the hobgoblin captain standing over him. Hoping she has yet to notice, Radok makes a short swing at her legs.
Radok doesn't realize how hard the blow is until it hits. Sinking into her thigh, the axe hits bone near instantly. Radok pulls on the axe, removing it, and letting the crimson liquid flow. Standing up, Radok laughs, perhaps giddy from his own blood loss. "I told you to do one thing. Die." He says, bearing his tusks. "At least you listened."
Radok charges forward, screaming. "Die!" Stopping just before the captain, he swings his weapon with both hands at her hip.
Radok grins. "Never have I been so happy Kining did a shoddy job. You could jump on the bridge and it would fall apart. Though don't actually do that. It won't work." Radok says, realizing his voice doesn't hint sarcasm. "Get your weapons ready." Radok says, reaching for his newly acquired battleaxe. "And watch out for the bolts coming our way."
Radok looks over to the earth elemental. Indeed, it seemed a suitable distraction. "To the bridge, everyone!"
Radok begins to look around, grabbing anything that looks particularly useful.
Radok pushes himself away from the bear, giving it an uncomfortable look as he does. Radok turns to face Burnt-Leg, giving the hobgoblin a face-full of stone.
Deflecting the blow with his stone hand, Radok shifts his weight to deliver a meaty kick to the bandolier hobgoblin's knees.
Unfortunately, the Constructed Pugilist doesn't get martial flexibility. I do consider it a better ability than Constructed Limb, but I like the flavor of the archetype quite a bit, so I went with it. I am juggling in my mind multiclassing into the Dirty Fighter Archetype, which would give a good boost to Dirty Trick maneuvers. Of course, I'd like to get at least 5 levels in Brawler first.
Radok moves closer to the bandolier hobgoblin, but lacks the time to strike.
The next moment, however, Radok goes for a body blow, spilling his weight to the hobgoblin's chest.
It's pretty equal between you and me: we both have the same strength score, and can use manufactured weapons (my constructed limb works as one, which is nice). The only difference I can think of is use of combat maneuvers. You have Dirty Fighting, which means you can use them sometimes, but I cannot. Keeping that in mind, I think I'll take the battleaxe.
Hobgoblin Ranger Gear: -mwk battleaxe
Anyone need armor that doesn't have it already? Me and Betto can use the weapons, especially the battleaxe with our high strength scores. The handaxe is a light weapon, which is nice, but proficiency may be a problem for most of the group due to it being a martial weapon. Morde, I'm guessing you want the bow? The backpack and such is handy, I'd hold onto it if need be.
Hearing the explosion, Radok says "There's our fire." Barking an order to help Oreld to the rest of the group, he enters the back room.
Radok digs through the loot, cursing as he does. Most of it were treasures worth a hearty sum, but in the present they were of no use. The whiskey could come in handy, but it was more likely to end up in some drunkard's hand. At least they had found the cleric. She could help. Radok passes the wand around. "Seems to be just a stick, but I doubt anyone would collect it just for that. Can someone tell if it has a scent of magic to it?"
So where should we go next - Phaendar or Oreld's?
Radok, seeing the wolf fall, sees fit to continue his assault. Moving up to the hobgoblin, Radok makes a jab to the shoulder.
Radok follows suit with Betto, raising his heavy fist and throwing a hook.
Let's pick up Orled's after the shrine - medical supplies are going to be a must, especially on these lower levels. Food is going to be necessary unless someone has a ludicrous survival skill, enough to collect food for everyone. I think that's going to be a bit of a ridiculous expectation, so we'll have to find that either at the inn or the trading company.
Radok looks at the old man in confusion. He seemed awfully calm for an elderly caught in a war zone. "Yes, Zelik, it is I. I haven't seen Edgrin, unfortunately, but that can wait while we try to get out of here alive. Please." The half-orc says, teeth clenched. Seeing the dead body on the steps, Radok rushes into the shrine, hoping to aid those still inside.
Well, if we hit the shrine first, we can do the rest of the locations in a circle - moving to the trade company and then Oreld's shop. In terms of time efficiency, that makes the most sense, and puts us as close to the bridge as we can. That being said, what does Oreld's fine shop tend to sell?
Radok impatiently yells "I don't care exactly what these hobgoblins are. Come on! We can come up with the rest of the plan as we go. Right now, we need to leave, fast." "We should go to the Shrine first. We'll need all the help we can get to heal the injured."
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