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Allister steps forward and slams the boar.
Tymor moves so he has a clear shot, then launches a snowball at the boar.
"Boar trying to flank us! Keep your eyes open!" Tymor begins the now familiar incantation to summon everyone's favorite earth elemental, Allister.
Tymor strides to where he will have a clear shot on the eastern swarm. He raises his hands and chants an incantation. Ice and snow shoot from his hands in a cone, engulfing the ravens.
"Did you guys see that eagle? Odd."
Tymor holds up his hands. "Hyenas hunt in packs and this one is well fed. It has no reason to attack us. It must have been charmed." He takes a look at their surroundings, then points toward the tall grass. "There! Ambush!"
Tymor moves forward 20 feet and prepares to cast a spell.
"I agree. Chupacabra tend to go after small and weak prey. It is a problem, but it's not our main goal right now. Let's continue."
Tymor speaks loudly enough to be heard by his party and the orcs. He does so in orcish, to really drive the point home. "These orcs may not kill, but they raid and steal from innocent farmers and other citizens. This is unacceptable. It is wrong to kill foes who have surrendered, but, make no mistake, if we let them live it is only a matter of time before they are back to their ways. The only acceptable compromise is if they leave the area now and never return. If they refuse, we should kill them now."
Tymor takes advantage of the extra speed granted to him by Arifiz to get into a position to target the orc leader without having to go through the other orcs. A large snowball appears in his hand and he hurls it at the leader.
Tymor whispers to his companions. "These are Burnt Branch orcs, not Hell's Fury. I say we kill them anyway. Everyone ready your bows. I'm going to rain stone on them; shoot them when I'm done." Tymor turns and faces the group of orcs. He quietly begins chanting, his warhammer and shield raised to the sky. With a final guttural syllable, he slams his hammer and shield together, and an enormous column of rock and stone appears above the orcs. A moment later, the stone falls on the hapless orcs, littering the ground with debris.
"A group of orcs passed by here very recently. Less than fifteen minutes, I'd say. No more than six but at least three. Be ready."
Tymor looks grim and, when he speaks, his voice is even deeper than normal. "Thank you, mayor. This is troubling news. I am happy to do my part."
Tymor manacles Ogash's wrists behind her back, then pulls out a wand. "Everyone ready?"
Tymor absentmindedly casts stabilize on Ogash while walking up to Allister. "I'm going to need you to do better next time. Do you want me to choose Charlie or Ingrid instead?" The elemental somehow manages to look sheepish just before he winks out of existence. "If someone would be so kind as to tie her up, I will heal her back to consciousness."
Tymor completes his incantation with a sudden stomp on the ground, and Allister the Small Earth Elemental pops into existence directly behind Ogash . Allister immediately lets out a bellow and brings his fist down on Ogash's prone form.
Tymor shakes his head at Allister's incompetence and double moves to get a clear line of sight on the enemies.
Tymor closes his eyes and begins an incantation, his hands moving intricately and his deep, resonant voice growing louder and louder until it is nearly a shout.
"Wait! There is something in here." Tymor pushes aside the sarcophagus lid and peers inside.
Tymor studies the wand and scrolls.
Sensing a lull in the melee fighting, Tymor takes the opportunity to join his friends in the main room.
Tymor looks down the narrow corridor and realizes he has little to no chance of hitting anything with one of his magic stones. He takes a step forward to the corner, touches Arifiz on the shoulder, and concentrates briefly.
Tymor peeks around the corner in an effort to see anything that the others have missed, particularly the stonework. +2 to notice unusual stonework
Tymor lights up at the sight of his old friend. "Arifiz! I'm so glad you were able to join us. We have much catching up to do, but unfortunately now is not the time. We storm the keep!" Tymor smiles broadly and embraces the gnome.
Tymor raises his shield, sling loaded and at the ready. ”Lead the way. I’ll watch our backs.”
Tymor cautiously follows Arkhan. "I am low on spells so I will bring up the rear."
"Either way seems as good as the other, I suppose." Tymor pulls out a scroll and three sling stones. He reads the scroll while holding the stones, and after a few moments, the words on the scroll light up and burn away and the stones begin to glow faintly. "I have a scroll here that may help. I can summon several insects that are almost impossible to see that can scout out ahead of us. They can then return to me and tell me what they have seen."
Tymor nods. "I am ready, though I am pretty limited on spells. I will do what I can."
Tymor begins to offer his help in identifying the items but sees that Kara has it well in hand. He nods and stands around, not quite sure what to do with his hands.
Tymor shrugs and chuckles a bit to himself. Worth a shot, I suppose. He places a small stone into his sling, swings it above his head a few times, and launches the stone at the first lemure.
Tymor steps to the side, out of the way of his more martially inclined friends.
Tymor looks almost disappointed (again) when the fire goes out and his mud elemental appears a moment later. My timing has not been great tonight. I'm out of practice! "Right behind you, Aldwineas!" He pats Marlon the mud elemental on the shoulder on his way out of the room. "Sorry, buddy."
Tymor closes his eyes and begins summoning.
Tymor watches both creatures fall with a bit of disappointment on his face. He walks up to Allister and, right before he disappears, claps him on the shoulder. "Sorry you didn't get to have much fun this time around. I promise we'll try again soon." Allister has no idea what Tymor just said and just looks like a confused rock for a few seconds before he blinks out of existence. Tymor turns to the party. "This is all very bizarre. I suppose we should do a sweep of the entire inn and outside?"
Tymor completes his incantation, and a burst of magical energy appears opposite the creature from Arkhan, as Allister the Small Earth Elemental appears from nowhere. The elemental roars and brings its massive arms down on the creature.
Tymor laughs, a deep and resonating exclamation. "HA! That looked like it hurt!" He hesitates for the briefest moment, then laughs again. "Look out everyone! Ol' Tymor is getting in the shit!" He squeezes by Vergazi to be adjacent to Arkhan, pulling out his warhammer on the way. He takes a somewhat awkward and unpracticed swing at the creature.
Tymor yells to his companions some helpful information about fighting the creatures. He then starts chanting in a deep, resonant voice and moving his hands in a well-practiced dance.
"Following your lead, Kara."
Tymor puts his sling away, enters the room, and examines the bodies.
"These creatures are called lemures. They are lesser devils that are created by lifetimes of torment in Avernus. Your weapons were not effective because they require holy or silver weapons to fully hurt them." He looks at his friends with worry. "Why are Hell's minions here in this town? What is going on?"
Tymor knows he'd just be in the way in a close quarters combat. He drops his hammer and pulls out his sling, watching the door carefully for any escaping foes.
Tymor helps anyone who needs help with their armor, then hurriedly returns to his room to put his own on. He then joins his companions in checking out what's going on.
Tymor runs toward Arkhan's room but his stubby dwarf legs don't let him move as quickly as he'd like. |