Both Soll and Pavel's strikes are just a tad off and fall short of the mark. The brutish spellcaster takes a step back and flicks a pair of shining magic arrows at Gin. 1d4+1=5, 1d4+1=2 damage. The armored chain weilder swing at Branamonrick and impacts soundly 1d20+9=26 and inflicts a brutal injury. 2d8+1=11
Frowning in concentration, Ivo swings again.
"I so hate being woken out of a deep sleep". "It takes me forever to wake up" he says under his breath.
Frowning in concentration, Ivo swings again.
"I so hate being woken out of a deep sleep". "It takes me forever to wake up" he says under his breath.
If Bran is not unconscious:
Kelindra rushes to Bran's side at top speed attemping to skewer the monster in front of him.To hit: [1d20+1+1] = 17
Dmg: [1d8+1+1] = 10
If Bran is unconscious:
Kelindra rushes to the necromancer's side and falls to her knees in fervent prayer, oblivious to the battle around her.
Cure light wounds: [1d8+1] = 2
Branamonrik is indeed unconcious, and remains so even after Kelindra's prayer takes effect. However, his breathing becomes more regular and the wounds knit together and his bleeding stops.
Gal is up
Gin
Soll
Pavel
Roaring in fury and frustration, Gal swings mightily at the chained warrior 1d20+4=19, 1d8+6=7
and connects but the beastman's armor deflects much of the force or the awesome blow.
Gripping his sword firmly he steps forward and swings at the spe;;caster
Soll continues to maneuver around the brute, attempting to gain an advantage.
Regrettably, the half-orcs fury seems to prevent him making any accurate strikes.
Pavel advances on the mage, trying to capitalize on the opening left by Gin's attack.
2-handed bastard sword: 1d20+5=17, 1d10+5=15
Gal brutally strikes at the chainwelder, and leaves a bloody gash along his flank. Meanwhile, Gin and Pavel both inflict grave wounds on the brutish spellcaster. The spellcaster steps back from the two warriors and then turns to flee into the darkness. The chainwielding brute drops his weapon and bows his head. "I am wounded to the point of death. Do me the kindness of making my death quick."
"Oh, I will" says the still furious wild druid, grinding his teeth "if you will agree to first tell me, why did you attack us?"
On my turn, I'll draw my short bow and take a shot at the fleeing mage.
1d20+4=15, 1d6=1
Branamonrik mutters something, unknowable in his unconscious state
Kelindra will stay with Branomonrik and bind his wounds.
Pavel's shot hits the fleeing mage, but doesn't appear to do significant damage.
"Oh, I will" says the still furious wild druid, grinding his teeth "if you will agree to first tell me, why did you attack us?"
"Our lord demanded it," the brute says. "He wished us to bring back your treasures to him."
"Bandits, bandit lords this days getting better and better. Must be pretty desperate too. Not much we have in the way of treasure."
Pavel curses at the fleeing hobgoblin.
"Chickens**t bastard!"
Then walks toward where Gal, Kelindra, Soll and Ivo have the other one covered.
"This lord of yours, he got a name? Maybe we'd like to pay him a visit."
"Bandits, bandit lords this days getting better and better. Must be pretty desperate too. Not much we have in the way of treasure."
"Treasure can mean many different things to many different people, or even titanspawn. What is it that your master considers our 'treasures'?"
At Pavel's curse, Gal turns around and sees the fleeing mage. His face a mix of rage and surprise he yells at the ranger "You're letting him escape to bring reinforcements?!" knowing that the beastman he had bested was covered for now by the others, Gal snarls an oath and flows into wolf from, easily chasing down the doomed spellcaster.
At Pavel's curse, Gal turns around and sees the fleeing mage. His face a mix of rage and surprise he yells at the ranger "You're letting him escape to bring reinforcements?!"
"Daylight's coming, they're not..."
After Gal charges off.
"Oy. Fine. Kelindra, do you think you can get Assia back on his feet before Gal gets back? I don't want him getting any "survival of the fittest" ideas about his best friend there."
At Pavel's curse, Gal turns around and sees the fleeing mage. His face a mix of rage and surprise he yells at the ranger "You're letting him escape to bring reinforcements?!""Daylight's coming, they're not..."
After Gal charges off.
"Oy. Fine. Kelindra, do you think you can get Assia back on his feet before Gal gets back? I don't want him getting any "survival of the fittest" ideas about his best friend there."
"Yes, I think so." Kelindra once again invokes the power of Corean.
CLW [1d8+1] = 7
Gal succeeds in chasing down the last hobgoblin and ripping his throat out. Kelindra's healing is enough to rouse Branamonrik back into conciousness. The moment that you ask the captured hobgoblin the name of his lord, his eyes roll back in his head and he falls to the ground. He is still brething, but it seems like all higher brain functions have shut down.
"Ah, blood and ashes. Guess we can rule out a simple shake-down then."
I'll head to the comatose hobgoblin and check him out, look for identifying marks or unusual equipment.
1d20+6=22
"Ah, blood and ashes. Guess we can rule out a simple shake-down then."
I'll head to the comatose hobgoblin and check him out, look for identifying marks or unusual equipment.
1d20+6=22
The hobgoblin has a black tattoo of a sunrise on his back. He is wearing half-plate and carrying a spiked chain.
Gal will flow back to half-elf shape and throughly search the mage before heading back to camp. Once there, his stubborn pride will not allow him to ask for healing but his occasional grunt of pain and the blood streaming down his chest make things pretty obvious...
Pavel pulls out a stub of charcoal and a little piece of paper, draws the tattoo as best he can. If no one else has searched the other hobbo, he'll look at him as well.
"Equipment's here if anyone wants to salvage it. Do we give this one a merciful death or keep him alive in hopes he'll come back enough to talk one day? I think I already know what to do, but let's at least get a consensus."
To Gal
"Need a bandage there, hoss?"
"Equipment's here if anyone wants to salvage it. Do we give this one a merciful death or keep him alive in hopes he'll come back enough to talk one day? I think I already know what to do, but let's at least get a consensus."
"Merciful death," says Kelindra. "All right then Gal, come here." Seeing Bran stair, she grabs his wrist. "No, you stay. The rest of you come closer as well. We may as well heal as a team."
Hoping that she has not tired Corean's compasion with her incessant prayers, she once again calls up on his aid.
Channel Positive Energy - 2 points.
"My healing abilities are mostly exhausted, although I may call upon Corean's aid and energy a couple more times today."
Kelindra checks Bran's wounds one more time and then gets up, clearly agitated. "I just need a minute, if you'll excuse me." With that, she walks a short distance away and takes a few deep breaths.
"Poor Kelindra, I think she's tried herself out channeling magic to heal us." Gin wraps a bandage over his wound as he watches her walk away.
Still tired and wounded, Soll angrily flings his falchion aside, apparently furious with himself for his failings in the fray. He sits near the fire and picks through the coals with a disgusted look on his face.
Kelindra returns to the group. Her manner is calm once again. "I see that most of us are still beat up. I have four more opportunities to call on Corean's energy before I completely exhaust his good will for the day. Let's gather round and I'll try one more time. I think I should save my other attempts in case something else happens to us, but its no good us walking around wounded."
Assuming everyone is willing to gather round in the healing circle, Kelindra will channel positive energy once more:
[1d6] = 1
After that, Kelindra will check each of the bandages to make sure they cover the wounds but are not too tight. She will also make sure the wounds are relatively clean and check for any signs of poison or infection.
Heal check Gin [1d20+7] = 14
Heal check Soll [1d20+7] = 11
Heal check Ivo [1d20+7] = 9
heal check Gal [1d20+7] = natural one
Heal check Pavel [1d20+7] = 17
Heal check Ivo [1d20+7] = 10
Heal check Bran [1d20+7] = 14
Ivo gives thanks for the healing attention, then returns to his sleep, grumpy at the interruption. "Hmph!" "I could have gone on sleeping for all the good I did".
"Thanks a lot, Kelindra. Sorry if we're soaking up all of The Avenger's good will. Still have a long day ahead of us, too. Well, dawn's here so it's probably a good time for all of us to grab a quick bite and strike camp."
Wincing in pain at Keliindra's clumsy efforts with seeing to his wounds, as she accidentally pokes her fingers directly into the gash across his chest Gal curses an oath in pain and moves her hands away sharply saying "Enough woman! Leave off! My thanks for your attempt but I think I shall be better off seeing to this myself!"
With that Gal moves off and sees to his own wounds. Heal check (1d20=7). The position of his wound makes doing so awkward though and he doesn't do a much better job of it than the Cleric did.
The sun rises and it is fully day. A wind begins blowing from the east.
Pavel finishes packing up the horses and mounts up.
"All right, Mullis Town ain't getting any safer the longer we sit and mope. Let's move out."
Gin stretched and begins packing his gear. He looks over to Kelindra and gives a smile "You look better this morning"
Pavel finishes packing up the horses and mounts up.
"All right, Mullis Town ain't getting any safer the longer we sit and mope. Let's move out."
Pavel will roll the equipment up in a few blankets to evenly distribute the weight. Either before the group sets out or during the day when there's a minute to stop, he'll ask if anyone wants anything or if they can tell if something's magical.
Pavel will roll the equipment up in a few blankets to evenly distribute the weight. Either before the group sets out or during the day when there's a minute to stop, he'll ask if anyone wants anything or if they can tell if something's magical.
Kelindra will detect magic on the whole lot.
Gin stretched and begins packing his gear. He looks over to Kelindra and gives a smile "You look better this morning"
Kelindra grins. "Thanks, I feel better."
Pavel will roll the equipment up in a few blankets to evenly distribute the weight. Either before the group sets out or during the day when there's a minute to stop, he'll ask if anyone wants anything or if they can tell if something's magical.
A half days ride more, and you arrive in Mullis Town. The cities battlements are fully manned and the town has the feel of an armed camp.
Pavel
Pavel motions for everyone to slow down while approaching Mullis Town.
"Something must have happened since my last trip up the Corridor; Mullis Town's usually looks a little less forbidding than this. Keep you weapons sheathed and don't be smart with the guards, okay? Let's see if we can get some news."
I assume the party will then approach town.
As the town first comes into sight, being well aware of the general feeling towards those of his ilk, Gal moves behind one of the horses and flows back into half-elf form. He continues the rest of the way on foot, albeit somewhat slower than normal due to his wounds.
As the town first comes into sight, being well aware of the general feeling towards those of his ilk, Gal moves behind one of the horses and flows back into half-elf form. He continues the rest of the way on foot, albeit somewhat slower than normal due to his wounds.