Khashana darts around to follow the dolgrim, and attempts to unravel her image from its mind.
The dolgrim is too focused on it's own escape to pay any mind to the psion's mental trickery.
Dolgrim 1A(-38HP, Bloodied): 25
Dolgrim 1B(-38HP, Bloodied): 25
Kuthrik Hatchlings: 20+
Khashana: 20
Boxer: 13+
Amyrielle: 13-
Gabrielle: 12
Gurdang: 10
Boxer will charge to 8K and try a 'Slash and Pummel' combo on the dolgrim.
Attack vs ac, , damage = , If fist attack hit I make a second attack.
2nd Attack vs reflex, , damage =
Edit: WooHoo a Crit, Crit damage = 15
The dolgrim crumples under the blows. Now, only the last kuthrik remains.
Kuthrik Hatchling: 20+
Khashana: 20
Boxer: 13+
Amyrielle: 13-
Gabrielle: 12
Gurdang: 10
Amyrielle aims her wand at the last foe and a blast for force fires at it.
Truly, only the best of the litter has survived.
Kuthrik Hatchling: 20+
Khashana: 20
Boxer: 13+
Amyrielle: 13-
Gabrielle: 12
Gurdang: 10
"Eesh. Insects. They get into my sweet bags."
Unfeasibly annoyed by the last Kuthrik, Gabrielle moves like a tiger on vaseline and strikes.
The best of the litter it may have been, but the kuthrik must fall to Gabrielle's blade.
"This way."
"Unless anyone needs a bit of a sit down first?"
"Let's go Boxer." the dragonmarked woman calls to the warforged as she heads for the tower. She offers a smile to the other trio. "I have to say I'm happy you were here, too."
"Let's go Boxer." the dragonmarked woman calls to the warforged as she heads for the tower. She offers a smile to the other trio. "I have to say I'm happy you were here, too."
"Yes Mistress." "Are we allowing the other to follow?" Boxer says as he buffs out some of the newer scars on his carapace.
Spend a HS to get up to Max HP.
"What's the score, Khashana? Are we still going in there?"
"Oh yes. You're paying us. Your call."
"Let's go Boxer." the dragonmarked woman calls to the warforged as she heads for the tower. She offers a smile to the other trio. "I have to say I'm happy you were here, too.""Yes Mistress." "Are we allowing the other to follow?" Boxer says as he buffs out some of the newer scars on his carapace.
Spend a HS to get up to Max HP.
"We were before, and they've fought beside us. If another house sent them, they would not have aided us, so of course we are."
A bizarre sight greets you. A man sits shackled to the wall, gazing at the immense dragonmark beneath his feet that's bathing him in an unearthly blue light. From deeper in the tower the shifting of chains can be heard and a man yells out. "Who's there? You certainly don't sound like my captors." Looking around the corner, a second man is shackled to the wall but is still conscious.
Ignoring the shackled man, Amyrielle moves to carry out her task. The Cannith heir is focused as she pulls a small crystal from her pouch, rests it on the glowing dragonmark on the floor, then speaks it's activation word.
The dragonmark's design is soon imprinted in the shard.
"Could you at least tell me who sent you?", says the conscious man.
"Have a sweet. They're very good for shock. I came because I'm protecting someone. Who are you?"
Gabrielle offers her sticky bag of bullseyes.
The man attempts to look as regal as a man in chains could possibly be. "I am Lord Major Bren ir'Gadden of the Brelish army. That *nods at unconscious man* is my assistant Aric." The man looks briefly at the offered candies, and the question of how he is supposed to eat them while his hands are still chained to the wall crosses your mind.
"Why did the dolgrims bind you instead of just killing you?", Boxer asks the chained noble.
"Did the dolgrim even do this?" Gurdang leans on his hammer casually. "If you want out of those chains, you'd better explain how you got into them."
Khashana regards the scene with an unreadable composure.
"How should I know how those damn abominations think? They ambushed us while we were en route to the Cyran front, slaughtered my escorts and brought us here. You all probably know more about their motives than I do."
"Did anyone else hear that voice?" Assuming that no one else did, as she picks up her crystal she says "When I used the crystal I heard a voice from all around here. It said "Five at the brink of desolation stand as one against the tempest's roar."
She says "There are five of us. And, in a war anywhere can become the brink of desolation. I think it's time to leave. If anyone wants to free the major and his aide, they better do so now."
Amyrielle, herself being Cyran, seems to have no interest in freeing the major. "Boxer, let's move. Mission accompished."
Gurdang grunts as his new aquaitance walks away. "So a couple of dolgrim slaughtered trained soldiers? The Cyrans will have this war all wrapped up if that's the Brelish fighting standard. All fooling aside, what is the gain in rescuing a Lord Major?"
Gurdang grunts as his new aquaitance walks away. "So a couple of dolgrim slaughtered trained soldiers? The Cyrans will have this war all wrapped up if that's the Brelish fighting standard. All fooling aside, what is the gain in rescuing a Lord Major?"
"We were caught by surprise, and I didn't say two attacked us. Two survived. Now, I'm sure that Breland would reward whoever aided my return handsomely. If they don't, then I will."
"I don't think it's right leaving folks for kutchik and dolgrim bait. Khashana?"
"No. You are right." Khahshana replies. "Let us release them."
"Did anyone else hear that voice?" Assuming that no one else did, as she picks up her crystal she says "When I used the crystal I heard a voice from all around here. It said "Five at the brink of desolation stand as one against the tempest's roar."
She says "There are five of us. And, in a war anywhere can become the brink of desolation. I think it's time to leave. If anyone wants to free the major and his aide, they better do so now."
Amyrielle, herself being Cyran, seems to have no interest in freeing the major. "Boxer, let's move. Mission accompished."
"There are seven of us here. Whatever prophecy was learned from the symbol does not include two. The chained have proven to be weak the other three strong. The strong should accompany us Mistress; the weak should be left behind.”
"Prophecy is all very well, but leaving people tied up is just basically wrong."
Gabrielle goes to work on the ropes. "By the way," she adds, "prove me wrong and I'll not worry about stabbing you."
"Dragonmarked," she mutters to herself. "All the same. Propecy-obsessed. Maybe someone translated it wrong years ago."
"Thank you." Rubbing his wrists, the half-elf walks to a pile of rubbish and begins picking through it. He soon finds a sword and shield and straps them on. "Good to see they kept my things around. Arik, you alright?" Aric continues to stare mindlessly.
AC: 16
Fort: 14
Reflex: 13
Will: 12
Speed: 5
Longsword: At-Will, +8 vs AC, 1d8+3 and the target is marked until EOMNT
Magic Missile: Encounter, Range 20, +5 vs Reflex, 2d4+1 damage
Inspiring Weapon: Recharge 5-6, +8 vs AC, 1d8+7 and one ally within 5 squares gets +2 to the next attack roll against that enemy.
"Yes, betray us, and your mind shall be shattered." Khashana says seriously before chuckling heartily, her silver eyes gleaming.
"It looks like Arik's mind already is shattered."
"Is there a way to fix it.", Boxer says to Khashana.
Gabrielle cleans her daggers and waits to find out what's happening.
"Another sword arm won't hurt," she says indistinctly through a mouthful of boiled sweet.
Amyrielle is to the door of the tower and slipping outside. "If you want to nursemaid the Brelish Army, feel free. Me, I'm getting out of here before something else happens."
1d20+4
Aric continues mumbling about those who stand against the tempest.
"He needs quiet and rest. He shall recover."
Strange orange lightning flashes in the skies to the east, followed by a rumble of thunder that shakes the ground beneath your feet. A gust of wind, unseasonably warm, rattles through the trees. All of this is rather pointless given the others who now stand in the clearing. Several peasants stand before you with clubs, their gaze vacant and their motions jerky. Two men, standing further back, heft their flails and grin. In hte back, a woman stands, holding only a staff formed of crystal. "Give us ir'Gadden and no one will get hurt.", she says, but it is as much a foreign thought as a statement heard.
Mallora 17+
Sergeants 17-
ir'Gadden 10
Gurdang: 9
Controlled Villagers 3
INIT.
"Not ours to give, you'll have to take it up with him."
"Bad contract. No deal."
"I'm not going to fight you over the Brel." Amyrielle says casually. Her eyes are on the sky. "That's not normal." she points out.