aye, to Winterhaven it is then, I can check in wit ma friend Grundelmar, maybe he might have an idea or two. Although the heart seems more arcane than religeous to me though. Rulf says as he too gathers his meager belongings readying for the trip back.
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“Lord Markelhay. As requested we bring you the head of the shaman leader of the kobold raiders. We also Bring you the head of szartharrax dragon servant of Tiamat the greedy, who was leading these miscreants to their bold actions.” Kava pauses as szartharrax’s head is unceremoniously deposited on the stone stairs.
“I am afraid that this is only the beginning. We also uncovered a note in this base lizards hoardings. I have it hear It is written in draconic. Shall translate it for you ?” receiving acknowledgement she begins …
“Oh, majestic Szartharrax, you are mighty and yet, human scum and halfling swine claim this land as theirs. Myself, Irontooth, offer an alliance. With your help, Winterhaven will fall much sooner. And then our combined forces will cleanse the entire valley. Myself eagerly await your acceptance, and then you will no longer be forced to scavenge the countryside. You will be a king"She rerolls the scoll and passes it to an aide who takes it to the Lord “Who or what this Irontooth is we are keen to discover and root out the threat to Fallcrest, Winterhaven and the entire Nentir Vale. What ever his plans I think he will find it difficult to crown Szartharrax” She looks down at the head and raises her brow in mock oops! With that she waits to hear from his lordlyness ;^)
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"Yes, I can write a letter for you to give Ernie...err, Lord Ernest Padraig. I'm sure the formallity of it will make his day. Really, it's like a letter of introduction to the barn." The Lord chuckles at his own jest. "Lord Padraig is a good fellow, but the people of Winterhaven are a rustic bunch."
"Not to worry, I will keep tabs on the halfling and see that she is taken care of."
"Yes, yes, Mr. Block has leave to travel the realm as he wishes." The Lord paces closer to his servant as he finishes this sentence. You all overhear him whisper "Who's Sgt. Block?" and the servant discreetly points to Westman.
"I'm afraid our stores aren't much more than what's needed to keep our guards in fighting condition. Not the stuff dragon-slayers such as yourselves would find worth picking over."
"I don't know any Douven Stahl, but it might be worth checking with Nimozaran the Green. He currently resides in the Septarch's Tower. Anybody seeking lore of that nature would have checked with him."
After several hours of lying on the cold stone floor it's finally morning, or so you guess. After you pull on your packs and check your weapons you make your way out of the monastary's bowels. Upon climbing the stairs to the main floor you are greeted by the welcome sight of sunlight streaming through the holes in the cieling. You pick your way through the debris covered hall towards the blinding sunlight visible in the open doorways.
A low growl sets you on alert. Then two silhouettes appear in the doorways. A pair of wolves, hackles raised, block the way.
"Oh look! Some doggies want to play."
Latro pulls a shuriken and leaping forward, he looses the shuriken at the wolf to the right of the door.
As he throws, Latro yells out, "Fetch this doggie!"
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This armor is made of magically reinforced parchment inscribed with arcane writings.
Level: 4
Price: 840 gp
Armor: Leather
Enhancement: +1 AC
Property: This armor contains 1 arcane charge. Recharging the armor requires an extended rest.
Power (At-Will): Free. Trigger: You use an arcane power and make an attack roll. Effect: You spend any number of unused charges from this armor and gain a power bonus to the attack roll for the triggering power equal to the number of charges spent.
Latro pushes forward and throws a knife that's deflected by the wall before stepping back behind the big folk.
A pair of goblins come into view in the doorway, bows in hand. One pauses to pet a wolf as they exchange a few quick words.
In goblin -
They aim their bows and start moving again as they fire arrows. One arrow bounces off Kava's armor. The other one calls out as his arrow sinks into Rulf.
In goblin -
The wolves bound down the hall in unison. Jagged teeth sink into Kava's thigh.
Rulf flattens against the wall to avoid the second wolf.
Startled by the sudden appearance of enemies Rulf cries out Darn Gobbos jumpin out a shadows here an there, you'd think they'd a learnt by now as he recovers quickly and swings his axe down on the nearest Wolfs head.
With a word from A'loran, hundreds of shimmering daggers surround a wolf, but none cut it.
Latro and Rulf
Rulf's axe cuts across the belly of a wolf and a ghostly lightning bolt appears in its fur.
The sounds of battle grow ever louder as Canas levels his gaze at the nearest wolf.
Canas' eyes glow, but no harm comes to the wolves.
Kava's yell mingles with the wolf's howl of pain as her glowing sword cuts its mangy hide.
Appearing to pay no attention to the wolves menacing the party, Latro turns and softly warns the wizard.
"Keep an eye out behind you A'loran. I hear someone or something in the corridor to the left. As for you foul doggies, have some of THIS..."
With a quick turn, Latro looses a shuriken at the wolf in front of Rulf.
Latro's no-look throw goes well over the wolf's head.
More goblin speak -
One of the goblins crosses the hallway, shooting at Rulf as he goes.
The wolves both tear Kava apart.
W1 -
W2 -
"Does anyone know what they are saying? One might have gone to get help!" Kava remembers how Mardresh was a fine sergeant in the war and tries to imitate his command of battle
"I thought everyone could understand them or I would have said something sooner! One of the, what do you call them Rulf, Gobos? Yes, one of the Gobos is going to pin us down while the other one moves to attack our exposed behinds. Or something like that....And curse these dodgy doggies! I can't seem to hit them!!"
"Latro, maybe this will help."
Owww, damned Gobos, chuckin stuff at ya when yer ain't lookin. Rulf says as he wipes the blood from his eyes thats streaming from the gash on his head.
Mighty Kord, revitalise these old bones so ah might make a grand coat outta this mangy dog before me and then go an smack that pesky gobbo upside the head and see how he likes it, Amen. Rulfs brief words of prayer staunch the steady flow of blood, he then hefts his axe and brings it down on the wolfs snarling visage. Being suddenly careful not to damage its hide too much, after all theres a coat to think about now.
A'loran casts but twists his face in frustration as nothing happens.
Latro and Rulf
A dagger flashes in the patches of sunlight, heading straight at A'loran.
Kord refreshes Rulf's fighting spirit.
And the warrior-priest makes good use of it, lopping off the head of the wolf in his way.
Canas fires a single blast at the remaining wolf before noticing the dagger thrown at A'loran. "What? The goblin couldn't of went around that quickly!" He then sets off in the general direction the knife was thrown from.
A dagger flashes in the patches of sunlight, heading straight at A'loran. 1d20+11; 3d4+10
the flash of light startles A'loran. As he flinches his staff happens to deflect the dagger.
The smell of burnt fur fills the hall as Canas lobs a ball of flame into the wolf.
Canas cautiously moves towards where the knife came from.
With a salute to Rulf, Kava hacks at the wolf.
Latro goes somersaulting through his comrades and ends up behind the wolf with his shortward drawn. Hoping the wolf is distracted, he lunges with his shortsword, leaving himself in a position to strike again at the wolf if it turns to attack him.
"So you can dodge my blades when I thrown them, eh doggie? What about when I sneak up behind you?"
Looking over his shoulder and the goblin in the entry chamber, Latro shouts, "I'm coming for you next Gobo!"
Latro, nimbly steps past the wolf and taunts the wolf as he ends its life.
One goblin shouts to the other,
In goblin
Both move and fire at Latro, trying to take cover at the corner.
"lets move this outside. I've had enough of this vile place."
Rulf starts firing comments left and right, glorying in the bloodbath Thank ee Canas for yer protection, Good work Latro me lad, ah'll teach ye how ta make a grand coat from yer wolf. Taking on a more serious note he says Right, now where's that basted gobo got to while stepping around the corner, sighting the focus of his ire.
Directing his comments at the Goblin before him, Now it's a time for you an me ta get inta it, ah promised yer a smackin. Rulf concentrates his wrath and gazes at his would be victim.
With digust, A'loran walks past the wolf corpses and a goblin shrieks in pain as hundreds of daggers stab it.
Another dagger flips through the air towards Canas. Then Canas sees the crow-person from the dungeon step out of the shadows and move around the corner.
Rulf walks confidently towards the goblin and the goblin is visibly shaken.
Canas continues to pursue the bird-man. "We shall not be as merciful this time..."
"Neither will I."
Canas moves to the intersection and clearly sees the five and a half foot tall crow. Canas' eyes glow and it is reflected in the crow's eyes.