IC: The Awakening, Nara Earth Campaign 4e

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The world we will be playing in is called Nara. It is home to a variety of races and kingdoms, all of which center around a vast hole in the earth, which was created by an asteroid millenia ago. The hole is considered evil, and in general, no one ever goes near it, save for four massive towers built in the name of the four most worshiped gods of good: Pelor, Avandra, Bahamut, and Moradin. Each of these towers were built before memory to guard Nara from the crater, which no one is allowed to enter (and quite frankly, no one wants to). The religions of these four gods are widely respected by most of the populous, and each of the towers boasts three Judges. These Judges answer to no earthly beings, and travel the world to pass their verdict on those they see fit to judge in the name of their gods.

Our adventure starts in the southeastern portion of the continent, far away from the bottomless crater...

Your characters will be starting in the village of Mudhaven. Mudhaven is essentially a slum outside the gates of a great city, named Purea. Purea is one of the free six city-states of the Halfharthen Valley, which lies between two great rivers, the Mhun, and the Thrun. Purea is situated directly on the banks of the western river, the Mhun. These six city-states are known for their wealth and trade, as the rivers allow travel to the Southern Sea. Most races and professions are common within the Halfhearthen Valley, since these cities are hubs for the nearby trade routes.

In past history, the six city-states of the Halfharthen Valley had lived relatively in peace, a peace strengthened by a treaty which long held the city-states together. The treaty ensured that if one city was attacked, the others would come to its aid. This treaty was essential for defense, as two great nations lie on either side of the valley, poised to snatch a rich prize. To the west, past the Mhun river, and closest to Purea, lies the Empire of the Three. To the east, over the Thrun river, lies the Kingdom of Fina.

Within the past decade, Purea began to weaken from raids from the goblin tribes of the Usan Mountains, just north of Purea's territory. As the raids were quick and unexpected, the six cities could not send a traditional army to defend against the excursions. Believing that the goblins were being bribed by the Empire, or the Kingdom of Fina, Purea's Lord Protectorate, sent word to the Four Towers, in hopes that they would send a Judge. For some reason, no such help came. Seeing that Purea was no longer able to defend itself, the other six city-states decided to broker a new treaty. However, this treaty would only include five. Without the protection from its old allies, Purea was soon a warzone between the Empire of the Three and the Kingdom of Fina. Ten long years past and, defeated, the Kingdom of Fina withdrew its claim over Purea, leaving the city to the Empire.

Nowadays, the occupation of the Empire is in full swing. Few people are allowed into or out of the city, thus several makeshift communities have appeared around the walls, including Mudhaven. The goblin raids have stopped, but the oppression of the occupiers has forced the city into poverty. Disease, famine, and despair are widespread. But, where such sadness exists, there is opportunity. Your characters are seizing on this opportunity. Missionaries from the great sects of the Gods have come to aid the people. Mercenaries have come to make coin fighting the remaining goblin hideouts. Performers and traders have come to exploit and weasel money out of the unfortunate. Even some naturalists have come to help with the poor harvests. You find yourself in Mudhaven…

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The Dragonborn Clans north of Usan Mountains (Xevar):
North of the Usan Mountains lie a long, thin stretch of foothills occupied by dragonborn clans. These Kord worshippers have long been a strong front, constantly in battle with the goblins from the Usan. In recent history, the region has seen relative peace, with the goblins focusing on their southern neighbors, the city-state of Puria.
Xevar’s Background (Dragonborn Paladin):
His clan is curious about the tentative calm of the goblins to the south, so Xevar takes it upon himself to investigate. He quickly discovers that the goblins aren't being docile at all, but they have just turned their attentions elsewhere. With the desire to prove his worth, young Xevar travels to Puria to lend his sword against the goblin onslaught.

The ever wandering Shifters (Vorrg):
The shifter community has long wandered the roads of Nara. Selling their wares to local communities, they travel from village to village. After they are done collecting gold for their herbs and natural remedies, they are most often no longer welcome in one place. Seen as nomads, they have fierce warriors to protect their caravans as they move about. It is not uncommon to see an individual shifter break off from the trade business and apply their adventuring experience elsewhere. Many mercenary groups would pay well for a shifter guide, shaman, druid, or warden.
Vorrg’s Background (Wild Warden Longtooth Shifter):
Background not given.

The Playful Gnomes (Raz and Ella):
While it is not known during current times where the gnomes came from, they have spread to every corner of the continent. Their numbers are few, but most communities have at least seen a gnome once in their life. Playful and energetic, these small humanoids enjoy laughter, harmless trickery (most of the time harmless), and sometimes adventure.
Raz’s Background (Psion):
Background not given.
Ella’s Background (Bard):
Background not given.

Minotaur (Cornua):
The minotaur’s once held vast areas of plains in the central areas of the continent. But in history past these proud beings have been conquered several times and scattered across the continent. Most take up arms as mercenaries, hard laborers, or guards, their size a valuable addition to any party. Occasional tribes of minotaur’s still exist, striving for a simple existence within plain and hill areas.
Cornua’s Background (Warlord):
Background not given.

The Elves of the isle of Pesp (Hawthorn):
Nestled in the forests of the isle of Pesp lies the newly formed elven kingdom of Nelynyth (pronounce Nelineth). In times past, the elves of Nelynyth had a great kingdom north of the Usan Mountains within what is now known as the Darkenwood. As a strange sickness plagued the once lithe forest dwellers of Darkenwood, their queen decided to flee the forest to the nearby Island of Pesp. A couple thousands of years later, the current elven generations that live in the forest of the northern part of the island are known for their ship building skills and abilities to craft fine wood work of any kind. With an ocean separating the elves from their old homeland, the strange sickness that befell the Darkenwood could not seem to pass the waters of the straights and hasn't afflicted the elves of Nelynyth in current history.
Hawthorn’s Background (Ranger):
Between practical jokes with his friends on the village elders and nicking elfish puddings from the local inn the young elf spent most of his time in the woods hunting game and practicing with his bow. His immature exploits earned himself the nickname of Thorn, often referred to as "The Thorn”, from the village as in general he was viewed as a real thorn in the backside. He was sent with a group of men to the mainland to trade for needed supplies but was "forgotten" on the continent. Home being a long swim away and the world to be seen he soon fell in with a group of bandits working as their scout and sneak thief grabbing bits of info and trade caravan plans. This lead Thorn and the bandits south to where the goblin raids and war meant opportunity for sell swords and swindles.

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Chapter 0 (The Tutorial): The Kobold Bandits

The sound of the morning bell cut through the thick fog of Mudhaven like a butter knife, if the small slum would have had any butter available. Its residents hadn’t seen such luxuries since the Empire of Three took their sovereign city, Purea, in the past year. Nestled against the border of the once free city, temporary shacks cling to the stone walls like a child to its mother. The refugees, and other adventurers trapped in this village endure the ever present aroma of fresh dung, and unbathed denizens. A sense of despair and loss hang over the place. This morning, however, as signified by the bell, there would be an announcement from the local Empire garrison commander. This could mean jobs, almsgivings, or a possible chance to enter the nearby city.

As the village folk shuffled their way to the center of the hovels, the stalwart soldiers watched carefully for thieves. Although their main focus was on keeping the Kingdom of Fina out of the city, their company was assigned to guard this village and maintain order until they were shipped out; a job that most of the soldiers thought was beneath them.
Captain Thresh was under the same opinion as his men. During the war he led his company to several honorable victories against the dragonborn from the Kingdom of Fina. Now he was standing in a glorified pile of ****, wishing he had a nose plug. He grabbed a hold of Big Shirley’s ass for a moment. The ugly dwarf prostitute turned and smiled at him. Captain Thresh had a mental shrug, “better than nothing I suppose.”

Thresh watched the villagers gather, and noted the strong looking mercenaries that had appeared. No doubt they were here because they couldn’t get into the city. Hopefully none of them would cause trouble. He cleared his throat.
“For those of you who are experienced mercenaries,” he said, as an audible sigh from a majority of the people gathered, “we are looking for some able bodied help for a particular…problem. Those interested should meet in the soldier’s barracks in a single file line after this assembly.”

Thresh began to walk away, and then stopped abruptly. He knew he forgot something, “also, the food shipments have been delayed for three weeks. You will have to get your handouts elsewhere. Although, as new citizens of the Empire, I assure you Empire and Senate care deeply about your wellbeing.”

The soldier’s barracks was a simple structure. Captain Thresh sat at a wooden table across from the entrance with Big Shirley on his lap. The line of mercenaries stretched clear out the door. Mostly unimpressed by the group, Thresh picked out five able bodied adventurers that might do the trick. But in all honesty, it would be no hair off his back.
As he dismissed the rest of the rejected people, he turned towards the five standing before him. Two gnomes, a female and male, which were unlikely good fighters, but undoubtedly had some kind of tricks up their sleeves, a hulking minotaur which looked like he had been in a couple fights before, and a shifter who Thresh didn’t really want to look at for too long. There was also a dragonborn Paladin, who, to be honest, Thresh had only chosen to get out of the village, given the dragonborn’s race and disposition towards justice.

Captain Thresh cleared his throat, “I will be brief, as my time is rather precious. Kobold’s have been raiding our supply lines along the main road for almost a fortnight now. I’m not sure why, but the little buggers have stopped almost all shipments into the village, and quite frankly, I want my ale. I will pay you all a good bit if you could show me proof that you have taken care of the situation.”

“My men are a little busy at the moment, so we are not able to look after the situation ourselves,” Thresh said. A loud snore came from the nearby soldier’s bunk.

Unfazed, Thresh continued, “I’ll give you roughly three days’ time to get back here, with proof of dead kobolds, or else I will assume the little lizards have killed you. Good luck, I believe that is what I am supposed to say.”
With that, Thresh unceremoniously left the group behind. Big Shirley was in tow, giggling in her deep dwarf laugh, as Captain Thresh picked her up swiftly and carried her out of the building.

The group stared blankly at each other for a few moments, deciding what course of action would be best. It was decided to head down the main road, and wait to be ambushed by the little buggers. If the kobolds were being so aggressive as to attack standard soldier caravans, they would most likely take the bait of a ragtag group walking down the road.
So the group set off down a path that of which they did not know the end.

The party began to engage in small talk, and learned each other’s names. The two gnomes, who did not actually know each other despite the group’s belief, were Ella, the bard, and Raz, the Psion. The minotaur was a skilled warlord named Cornua Bubula, while the shifter was a Warden named Vorrg. The proud dragonborn was a Paladin named Xevar. As they walked down the road, Ella picked up a tune, enticing unwise kobolds to attack them.

It did not take long for the first band of kobolds to attack them, but the kobolds fell like sheep to the slaughter, and the party continued down the road.

The adventurers took notice of a strange dirt patch in the ground in front of them. Confident that it was a trap, they skirted the edges of it only to hear a shrill hiss as kobolds advanced on them quickly. Blood flew swift, as the adventurer’s cut a swath through the small band of kobolds. Celebrating their victory, the group looked around, realizing that they had lost Xevar. Searching the area, they could not find the dragonborn, but did find a note, which read, “Ambush any travelers on the path. Do this for another moon and then come back.”

While they were reading the note, a quick whistle came from the nearby brush. The group brandished their weapons quickly, but an elf with a bow on his back revealed himself. He explained his name was Hawthorn, Thorn for short. He had watched a couple kobolds bind the dragonborn during the fight and drag him off to an unknown location. He was unsure how they did it so quickly, but suspected some type of magic was involved.

The group agreed to bring Thorn along to help the defeat the kobolds, and share their reward, in return for Thorn helping them find Xevar and assist in any killing required.

The party once again set off, Thorn scouting a path.

They came upon a clearing of a stream. The ranger attempted to sneak towards the clearing, only to alert the kobolds, as one of them gave out a yell, and ran into what must have been a cave entrance at the end of the stream.
The band soon found themselves surrounded by kobolds, and were charged upon. The kobolds fell, but proved to be trickier than their counterparts, as the adventurers struggled to clean up the last of them. An altar which prevented whoever controlled it from being attacked thwarted the adventurers, until, by sheer numbers, they overwhelmed the kobold within the altar’s area.

The group edged closer to the mouth of the cave, peering in, but seeing nothing. Realizing possible opportunities for traps, the group found a tripwire, but accidentally set off the trap while attempting to disarm it, sending large rocks falling down in front of them. Luckily, the rocks missed their target, as the group sprung out of the way.

As the dust settled, looking once again into the cave, the group saw nothing. They decided to inch their way in. No sooner did they step in the entrance did the cave spring to life, as wave after wave of kobolds assaulted them. The adventurers fought valiantly, felling several of the minions. They were confident they had won. Suddenly, a shrill scream echoed across the cave, as the adventurers eyes widened with fear. A goblin, with an iron tooth crudely stuck in his gum, came charging towards the party, war axe drawn, and kobolds in line. Several members fell towards the ground, bloodied, as the kobold onslaught was strengthened by this enraged berserker. Pulling in every ounce of gusto they had, the fought on. Just when hope seemed to fade, an arrowhead appeared out of Irontooth’s eye, Thorn’s bow pointed at the back of the creature’s head. With Irontooth dead, the group finished off the remaining kobolds, proving their mettle to each other, and strengthening their confidence in the assembled party.

With the cave’s inhabitants either dead or gone, the group looked about the small cave for their dragonborn companion. Searching, they found a small treasure, and a paladin tied and gagged in the corner. The group welcomed back Xevar.
With further inspection, on the body of the slain goblin lay an ominous letter.

Xevar picked it up, and read aloud,“…In a couple weeks the artifact will be moved…”.

The group stared at each other, wondering what they had just gotten themselves into.

Your adventure begins...

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Chapter 1 The Burning of Mudhaven

Thad had never liked guard duty much. He had signed up to be a soldier, not a guard in some hell hole like Mudhaven. When the forward posts had sent messages to Purea saying an impending goblin raiding party was coming, he was ecstatic, like most of the other Empire soldiers, to see some real action. The disappointment within the company was palpable when Captain Thresh ordered them to leave Mudhaven and guard the outward roads to prevent any traders from entering the city’s slums while the goblin raid was happening. In Captain Thresh’s words it would be a shame to let all those goods go to waste, and the refugee’s numbers within Mudhaven were becoming too great for the Empire to sustain in the area.

It didn’t make too much sense to Thad that they would be leaving the small village they were supposed to protect, knowing there was a goblin raid on the way, but who was he to question orders? These weren’t real citizens of the Empire after all, mostly refugees from the war with Fina. Even though the Empire had captured Purea, the citizens didn’t want them to be there. It was a common occurrence for guards to not come back from patrols within Mudhaven, their bodies found later in some alley with all their possessions taken. The refugees deserved what was coming.

Standing at a crossroads well before the city, Thad looked back at the billowing smoke rising from Mudhaven. He was feeling guilty. Surely, not all of the refugees deserved this fate. He could hear the village’s screams in the distance as he stopped whatever travelers were on the road from going any further. His companions were playing some kind of dice game just off the road. Only a couple wagons were halted, their drivers waiting, bored and uninterested in the screams. Most people in this area were accustomed to the horrors of war.

He looked up as six armed mercenaries walked down the road. It was an interesting group of adventurers, one that he recognized from Mudhaven. There were two gnomes, a minotaur, a dragonborn (to Thad’s dismay), a shifter, and an elf. This was the group that Captain Thresh had hired out to kill the kobolds. Captain Thresh didn’t think they would make it back.

One of the gnomes approached Thad, it apparently was a woman, but Thad was smart enough not to ask. She asked him what was going on, and he explained that the goblins had come down from the mountains and raided Mudhaven, as well as several other slums on the outskirts of Purea.

The gnome woman told him her name was Ella, and asked if they could get by. Thad thought for a moment. If he let them by, he may get in trouble. His fellow soldiers didn’t seem to care much as they continued playing their game. He could make up an excuse if they asked.

The group continued to push the issue.

In the end, he let them pass. It was the least he could do for abandoning the village. The adventurers might be able to help. Thad looked back towards Mudhaven once more; he had done what he could, in a small way.

The group rushed towards the village as fast as they could run.

By the time they got to the city, the goblins were gone, but villagers were running about, tripping over corpses of the unfortunate.

A woman screaming ran up to them, asking for help. Her children were trapped. The group followed the woman as quickly as possible, until part of the group broke off when a shady character stopped them, asking for help with a devious theft.
Bethe huddled under the table with her little brother, Bent. She was a big girl, nearly six years old, she reminded herself, as the house fell around them. She had to keep him safe. Bent was only four after all. Mama told her to get under the table as the fires raged around them. The hovel that they called a home was the only safe place for them as the goblins cut through the streets of Mudhaven.

Mama had gone to the door to peek outside, when the roof fell. Bethe’s hand grasped her brother’s tightly as everything went black around them. She couldn’t see, but she heard her brother crying and felt him heaving, struggling to breathe. Somewhere outside, Mama’s screams could be heard calling for help. Bethe kept holding on.
It seemed like ages before Bethe heard rummaging around them. Bethe couldn’t count very high, but she counted until she could count no more. She tried to whisper words of comfort to her brother after she ran out of numbers, but she felt his heaving stop. At that moment, she felt a pair of small hands reach in and grab her, sunlight and fire blinding her eyes as she was pulled out of the rubble.

Mama grabbed her from the little gnome woman’s arms, as a strange dragonborn stood over the rubble staring silently at her brothers hand sticking out of the rubble. Mama cried as she held on her, but Bethe couldn’t cry anymore. She fell asleep, exhausted.

Charles’ head hurt. There he was, about to score the biggest theft of his life so far, and his accomplices had betrayed him. He could’ve gotten into the barracks alone, but what if the soldier had shown back up? He needed back up. Backup that the minotaur and the elf that he recruited on the street were supposed to provide. However, all he remembered was waking up in the barracks, lump on his head, and sneaking out while the minotaur and elf stole his loot!
As Charles’ stumbled back to his hovel, he knew one thing, the Thieves guild would not be happy.

Through the smoke and sobbing a giant thud sounded, followed by a tremor. Again and again the quake and sound were heard. What villagers that were left in Mudhaven quickly fled away from the direction of the noise, even though the goblins had been long gone. Sensing danger, our adventurers rushed towards the small church of Pelor that the noise was emanating from, meeting each other once again.

Stopping suddenly, just on the outskirts of the church, their eye’s widened in horror as they saw skeletal figures shambling around the church’s courtyard. Surveying their situation, the group heard another thud, and a tremor emanating from the church. No sooner than the sound occurred, several more skeletal hands reached out of the nearby graveyard and pulled themselves towards the surface. Sensing that whatever was causing the tremors and rising of the dead was inside the church, the group fought their way through the skeletons and threw open the wooden church’s door.

Immediately the group realized this was a mistake. In the middle of the church was a pile of indiscernible bones, a horrific staff stuck in the mound of remains, with a chattering skull atop with green glowing eyes. A wave of necromantic force emanated from the staff and into the bones beneath it. At first it seemed as if nothing happened, but then the bones began to slowly come together as a small dragon. Clicking around the staff, the dragon turned its head towards the adventurers and let out a piercing roar.

The group fought tooth and nail towards the staff, but no sooner than they felled the skeletal dragon, the remaining bones around the staff turned into another nightmare. Suddenly, the minotaur warlord lashed out at the staff, only to be shot back in a flash of green light. Try as the adventurers did, they could not touch the staff, and had to continue fighting its skeletal minions. Eventually, the other monster was killed, and the staff gave one final cackle as it turned to dust before their eyes.

Searching the church, the party could hear cries for help underneath the back of the chapel. Finding a hidden door, the adventurers opened it cautiously. Sitting in a small room was Captain Thresh, gravely wounded, with the priest of Pelor over him.

The priest described what happened.

Before the goblins attacked, Captain Thresh had ordered his company to leave the village. The priest did not know why. The soldiers had left, and Big Shirley had asked the Captain to stay for just a bit longer. Before the Captain went unconscious, he told the priest, whose name was Father Chindon, that Big Shirley had stabbed him in rage before fleeing Mudhaven. The priest, had found Captain Thresh just as the goblins appeared on the horizon and dragged him into the Church’s secret compartment. They had both stayed in there during the attacks. It was true he had no love for the Captain. For months he had watched his congregation be abused by the Captain and his soldiers. During the attack, the Captain begged multiple times for the Father to heal his wounds. Father Chindon could not bring it upon himself to help such a monster. In desperation, the Captain told Father Chindon where the entrance to the goblin’s headquarters was in hopes that the Father would see he eventually planned to take care of the menace.

Enraged that the Captain had kept such valuable information from preventing the raid, the priest begged the party to end the Captain’s life. It would save the village from an evil presence, and no one would know. The group of adventurers refused to do the deed, so in a fit of rage the priest of Pelor quickly ended the Captain’s life.

The group was at a crossroads. The Captain had promised them a reward for helping quell the kobolds, but now the Captain was dead. Father Chindon gave the group the gold that he had gathered slowly from his congregation, in hopes that the group would not tell the authorities about his transgressions, and also in hopes that the adventurers might go after the goblin raiders. It was a small price to pay the gold of the church to end the goblin menace.

The adventurer’s, knowing that within the goblin stronghold was an artifact of some power, asked the priest to take them to the entrance that Captain Thresh had told him about.

Father Chindon led them to their destination.

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Chapter 2: Durneun, The Ancient Duergar City

The adventurers stood in an open plain, a ways off of the road from Purea. It had taken them a couple days to traverse north towards the Usan Mountains. The party was baffled as Father Chindon led them to the entrance. Searching, Hawthorn found a huge stone, engraved with runes that read, “In spring four pillars hold me up, a shining dome above the earth. In summer two pillars support me, a doorway into mystery. In autumn three pillars stand beneath me, a temple of the Bright City. In winter pillars are crumbled to dust, a ruin of ancient glory.”

The group scratched their heads for a couple minutes, until Ella muttered, “A person?”.

At the sound of the answer, the stone rock grated against the ground, revealing a stone ladder down into the depths. Climbing into the dark room below them, they bid farewell to Father Chindon.

As soon as the party entered the cave, a shrill cry came from the roof as feral bats swooped down amongst them. Dispatching the bats, they looked around the room to find two doors. One doorway led across a huge chasm, with a small bridge connecting to the other side. A smaller door opened to a room full of skeletons. Xevar pushed his companions back, and drew in a deep breath, exhaling his dragonborn flame to crisp the foes. As they fell, the group entered the room to see a vast mural. The wall depicted the construction of a great underground fortress for the god Tiamat. His Duergar servants worshipped him within these halls. After a great war was lost, the Duergar turned from Tiamat in anger, and began to worship Vecna, the god of necromancy. Vecna raised their dead, and in turn for their servitude bestowed on them a gem-like artifact.

Moving forward, the group crossed the chasm to find a great chamber filled with their goblin foes. One by one the goblins fell until the group fought towards a staircase leading down into the Duergar ruins.

After a short rest the group descended into Durneun. As they went down, the air began to thicken with green smoke. A pungent odor filled their noses. Dodging traps and felling goblins alike, the group found a great chamber. Upon a pedestal stood the Book of Memories, telling how the Duergar thrived under Vecna’s protection, until one day, Tiamat, angered by their betrayal sent a horde of dragons to destroy the Duergar. Overtaking the city, the Duergar were slain. In a final act of defiance, Tiamat himself appeared and with his unholy breath melted the king’s throne around Vecna’s gifted artifact, sealing it for eternity.

The group continued onward and discovered the source of the green smoke. A goblin alchemist was conducting experiments within a small room. Capturing the alchemist, the group learned that the goblins had been working for the Cult of Vecna raiding nearby settlements to distract the locals while they searched for the artifact. They had found it, and now had a means to release it on the world. As Raz ripped the goblin’s conscience from his own mind, the goblin screamed. Amongst the scrolls in the room, Cornua found a vial filled with a powerful liquid. Pouring a little out, the liquid melted the stone around the table. It was clear that this was how the goblins intended to retrieve Vecna’s artifact.

Undeterred by the challenges ahead, the group moved further into the underground city. Fighting through the goblin’s barracks, the group found the old king’s chamber. Above the door to the chamber, a runic inscription read, “Woe to the Duergar King, for Tiamat this day has claimed his revenge. Death to those who seek to recover the Eye of Vecna.”
As they pushed open the door to the king’s chamber, warhorns sounded, and a great battle was taking place somewhere within the city. Stepping into the room, a voice met them, “I am Khekolak. Befor the turning, I served Tiamat and fell foolishly to the Duergar. Vecna has raised me from my folly. You will be an appropriate sacrifice for my new God.” With that a skeletal dragon swooped from the rafters.

The battle tested the adventurer’s might more than any other challenge thus far. But in the end, Vorrg removed the dragon’s skull with a mighty swing. Running to the balcony, the group could see a great battle taking place far below them in the massive throne room. Necromantic green light shone as a great goblin army fought a horde of Duergar skeletons. It seems that the Cult of Vecna and the goblins had turned on each other.

Racing down the nearest staircase, the group found themselves before a door, a door that was being held together by a tiny, terrified goblin. Something was on the other side trying to get in. The goblin begged the group to pull the lever nearby, as he could not both hold the door and pull the lever. The pounding on the door intensified and Hawthorn ran forward and pulled the lever. On the other side of the door a large blast could be heard, and then silence. The goblin thanked you for the help, and pledged his services to you. His name was Bumpkin. Instructing Bumpkin to leave the dungeon and wait for them, the group opened the door to find a charred room, with bones and weapons littering the area.

Room after room the adventurer’s moved forward, felling skeleton after skeleton, until finally they stood before the grand throne room.

Throwing open the door and rushing in, the group found a dead goblin army in a vast chamber. At the end of the chamber was a throne with the Eye of Vecna encased in crystal from Tiamat’s breath. On the throne sat Father Chindon. With a grin, Chindon said, “I see you brought me the elixir to release the Eye. I’m glad you have helped me thus far, but sadly I will be needing to kill you now.”

The group met the necromancer head on. Blow after blow, the adventurers fought. Losing the fight, out of desperation, Raz grabbed the vial from Cornua and ran towards the throne as Father Chindon was distracted fighting the others. Emptying the contents onto the crystal surrounding the eye, the Eye of Vecna fell to the floor. With a scream Father Chindon dove for the artefact, and with an angelic chorus Ella ripped him in half. As the group celebrated their victory, they heard a chuckle. Sinew by sinew, Father Chindon’s body was pulling itself back together, “the Eye is mine,” he shrieked.

Once again the group met him in battle, and with a swing of his weapon, Cornua separated Father Chindon from the mortal coil once more. A great voice filled the room, like the cries of a thousand innocents dying, “you disappoint me Chindon.” With that there was silence.

No sooner had the group sat down to rest, Big Shirley appeared in the throne room. With a cloak of black, and a long sword in one hand, she no longer appeared to be a harlot. Smiling she explained she was the Judge of Moradin. She had been sent by the high priest of Moradin to Purea to investigate the cult of Vecna, to find the artifact, and bring it back to the tower of Moradin, on the edge of the crater to be destroyed forever. She beseeched the adventurers to give her the eye, but before a decision was made, her eyes filled with fear.

Hundreds of footsteps could be heard running towards the throne room. “Fly you fools,” whispered Judge Shirley. Instantly she disappeared in a puff of magic as hundreds of the Empire’s soldiers entered the chamber. Outnumbered, with no chance of winning, the group surrendered themselves. Blindfolded, they were led away.

Days later, they awoke to find themselves in a dark, dank, jail cell, deep beneath the ground somewhere.

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Chapter 3: The Catacombs of Purea

Our heroes awoke to the sound of prisoner's screams, finding themselves in the dungeons of the city-state Purea. Weeks seemed to pass, and as the last glimmer of hope slipped through their fingers, a savior came. Prince Brayflox, Protectorate of Purea, and prisoner of the Empire appeared at their cell door. He requested our heroes flee the dungeons to the Kingdom of Purea, and ask the great Dragonborn King to once more wage war against the Empire and free Purea from its grasp.

Confused as to why the King of Fina would do such a thing, Prince Brayflox explained to the heroes that the Empire was trying to summon a demonic army of some evil god to once again wage war on the realm, with one goal in sight: total domination of the continent.

In exchange for their freedom, the heroes must escape to Fina, secure the King's help, and do what the King asked of them. Along with their freedom, Prince Brayflox promised great rewards. With no where else to turn, the prisoners agreed.

With their agreement, Prince Brayflox gave them each a bag of holding, with supplies in it to last four days, along with all of their former items. Prince Brayflox then waved his hand, and magically a passageway appeared in the heroes cell. The only way out of the city under the Empire's watchful eyes was through the catacombs.

In the catacombs the heroes fought off the Empire's soldiers and discovered which evil god had allied himself to them, Lord Asmodeus. As our heroes ventured further into the catacombs, they closed portals into Asmodeus' realm meant to summon more demon troops to their world. Eventually the heroes closed all of the portals and stumbled into a great underground river that took them out of the catacombs and into the Kingdom of Fina.

[firstclassmail]

Chapter 4: The Crumbling of an Empire

Weary and ragged from the catacombs, our adventurers walked east as best as they could for several days, trying to reach the capital of the Kingdom of Fina, Dragonclaw. Eventually, disturbing the local peasants with their presence, Dragonborn soldiers of the Kingdom found them. Explaining they were sent by Prince Brayflox, the Protectorate of Purea, the soldiers took them to Dragonclaw, through many fiefdoms of the King. They stayed in Lord's castles along the way, recuperating their wounds.

One morning, escorted by the soldiers, they saw Dragonborn on the horizon. A great city in the middle of a large plateau, thriving under the protection of Lord Bahamut's guidance, the Dragonborn had created a sprawling Kingdom from which their monarchy could rule. In the center of the city was a great castle, forged from the breath of dragons, a great stone melted into a marvelous structure. Without any hesitation, the soldiers took our adventurer's to the castle, winding their way through the many streets of the city. Within hours the heroes found themselves in the great throne room of the King of Fina, King Narciar.

Court was in session, and our heroes were next in line. Standing in the back of the courtroom, they could hear the King speaking with some of his subjects. The soldiers had left the adventures in the care of a young Dragonborn, a page to the King.

The group of heroes was drawing peculiar stares from the Dragonborn around them, mostly highborn privileged denizens of the Kingdom. Still one group away from meeting with the King, the page turned to our heroes and whispered, "just one more moment while the king finishes up with these farmers ahead of us. Apparently there was some nasty incident with sheep. Something to do with inappropriate behavior. You may talk quietly among yourselves, but be careful to not raise your voices too high."

With that the page waited silently facing the throne. The dribbles of politics could be heard from the front of the throne room.

[Andorien]

Lili eyes Xevar accusingly, knowing of his fondness for sheep.

[SpecChemE]

Vorrg is noticeably "shifty" while inside such lavish room
"You think this will take long?"
To no one in particular.

[Grizama]

Quietly, Xevar stands there, with his head held high, almost as if he was trying to not show any weakness to his Dragonborn brethren.

[Sanguin]

Hawthorn stands to one side of the strange mumbling shifty shifter.. Watching the proceedings and listening for how to act and how best to be not noticed he looks closer at Xevar. Xevar should know whats going on, after all he is a giant lizard too. He decides Xevar is trying to fight down another bought of uncontrolled gas, the way he was standing so rigid and the look of utter concentration. Xevar is probably the gassiest critter hes ever met, always burping up fire and who knows what from the other end..

Playing with the blue beard that was stubbornly perched on his chin he decides to set his own standard and tries his best to look invisible and insignificant while scanning about for anything interesting lieing about that wouldn't be missed to much, he mumbled back to Varrg, "I don't know but I hope they want to talk about more than sheep. Sure they make nice blankets and are excellent in a stew.. but lets not be getting to chummy with critters."

[Lorelli]

Being the attention seeker that she is, Ella entertains the Dragoborn who stand behind their party in line. She tells them stories in what some would describe as an overly dramatic fashion. Lost in her epic tale, Ella's voice gets louder and louder...

".... Without a bit of hesitation, I jumped through the hole in the floor and fell through the darkness. I tumbled through the air for what seemed like FOREVER, until I landed in water. Thank goodness for that... I would have gone SPLAT had it not been there. It was THEN that this MASSIVE crab monster thing reared its ugly head and decided that my friends and I would be dinner. You should have seen how we messed that crab up...."

[firstclassmail]

Several of the dragonborn nobles seemed entertained by Ella's tale. The guards are shifting around nervously, hoping that Ella's voice doesn't become so loud that the king could hear it. As she continues with her story, the page turns to the group and motions for them to step forward. It seems that the talk about the sheep has met an amiable end, and the petitioners were now leaving the area in front of the throne.

As the group walks towards the throne, their eyes fall upon the Dragonborn king. Upon an ornate gold throne sits a Dragonborn of truly regal stature. Although the throne itself is a magnificent sight to behold, the room is a rather bland dwelling. Blue banners emblazoned with Fina's insignia lie upon columns on either side of the room. A multitude of tall, thin windows peer out to the city below. While the King's age is showing, wrinkles clearly evident upon drooping eyelids, he sits with a straight back and royal presence. His deep blue eyes turn to each of the party members as he squints to make out each of the figures before him.

The rest of the nobles stand about, quite taken aback by these outsiders. Listening to the stories being told by the little gnome woman, there are respectful, albeit slightly jealous glances coming from the noblemen and women.

The page walks to the front of the group, and with a deep bow, introduces the adventurer's.

"My Lord liege, King of Fina, Protector of the Flame Bahamut, Conqueror of the Coastal Tribes, I present to you those who escaped from the deep dungeons of Fina."

The young dragonborn pauses briefly to catch his breath.

"Cornua, the warlord, strong yet wise. Hawthorn, the ranger, slayer of goblin called Iron-Tooth. Ella, the bard, weaver of tales. Xevar, the paladin, bane of the undead. Lili, the psion, solver of the riddle demon. Vorrg, the warden, the fierce."

The king holds up his scaled hands in welcome and says,"Bahamut has promised me a group worthy of Fina's legacy. Although, I find it odd only one of you is Dragonborn. I would see you all closer and have you introduce yourselves to me one by one. My old eyes aren't as keen as they used to be." He then motions for the party to come forward.

[Andorien]

Lili nonchalantly feels around in her pocket, and steps forward.

My precious, what's your opinion of these dragonborn?

"I am Lili, and I know things many do not wish me to. Knowledge can be very powerful. My skills can be quite beneficial for a king such as you, and frankly it seems as that is more true than ever these days. It's hard to know who you can trust."

Lili wants to scan the crowd of nobles and detect surface thoughts. Maybe point out a traitor. Would this be allowed? I don't really have a specific spell for that, I'm guessing arcana?
1d20+13

[Lorelli]

As Lili finishes her introduction, Ella glides forward with her Lute in hand. She displays extreme confidence...after all, this is just another performance. After a soft curtsy and bow of her head, Ella strums her opening chord.

"Ella, the Bard, I am known through land
For my music and stories so grand.
My joy at this time,
Has inspired a rhyme
And I cannot help but sing.

This group I present is the finest of fine,
With honorable hearts, like mine.
We've travelled so far,
Through trials bizarre
To tell you the news that they bring."

Ella sings a few more stanzas before concluding...

"But enough out of me,
Let us bow down to thee.
My lord, my ruler, my king."


Roll in OOC

Ella smiles as she brings the lute down to her side and bows deeply before the king. She's pretty satisfied with herself!

[musicnerd1023]

Cornua stops twirling his fingers through his new pink beard and swaggers up to the king and bows. But before speaking he wracks his mind for some tidbit of knowledge that may impress the king or at least gain him some respect...

[roll0]

[Grizama]

While with a straight back, Xevar takes a few steps forward and takes a bow as deeply as he can manage. After holding the bow for several seconds, he straightens upright and begins to speak.

"My Lord, as you can tell by my shield's crest, I hail from a Dragonborn tribes from north of the great mountains. Although we are of a different god, my tribe greatly respects what you have here and all you have done for the Dragonborn race. It will be my pleasure to serve the great Kingdom of Fina."

Diplomacy - [roll]1d20+9

[Sanguin]

Hawthorn approaches the throne, none to excited for this encounter as most of the authority that he had encountered to this point in his life was leveraging its power to impede his fun. Preferring to stay on the old king's good side he makes a formal bow of his people and says,

"Greetings your excellency. I am Hawthorn Wander and explorer of the worlds more wild places, recently fallen in with this merry band of miscreants. As you know we are here on Prince Brayflox'es behest to request your aid and to see your odd looking subjects and experience the rich culture of your most wonderful kingdom and what excitements it surely must posses. "

As an after thought he quickly added..

"Excepting of course this strange sheep fetish."

Greatful that the terrible experience was over and somewhat satisfied at his eloquent speech, he makes another bow and silently scampers behind the over-sized Xevar once again attempting to be invisible..

[SpecChemE]

Realizing it's his turn to approach the throne, Vorrg introduces himself."Greetings majesty. I am Vorrg, of the longtooth shifters. I was once a simple caravan guard before I fell in with this lot. I have no tricks or songs to share with thee, only my hammer and my shield.
Vorrg displays his armaments with arms wide on one knee. He steps back with Head tilted down as a sign of respect.

[firstclassmail]

Upon the completion of Ella's song the dragonborn king claps mightily, along with the rest of the nobles. He nods to his court wizard with his approval and then smiles softly.

"I welcome you, in the name of Bahamut, to my kingdom. We have much to discuss," the king says with an old, wise voice. He motions for the noble congregation to leave the room. It takes a couple minutes for the noblemen and women, dressed in all of their finery, to leave the throneroom; all that is left is the king, his advisers, and guards.

"I will not lie to you, for it is not our custom. We are not used to putting so much trust in outsiders, especially non dragonborn, or the dragonborn clans of the north," as he says this he gazes seriously at Xevar and continues.

"Prince Brayflox most likely only has Purea's freedom in his interests, so I do this not for him. I am aware that he would like my Kingdom to once again wage war against the Empire. However, our Kingdom can barely patrol the borders between the Empire and our own. When we lost the war ten years ago, it was out of greed. Instead of protecting the principality of Purea, we tried to take it as our own, much like the Empire did, and for this reason Bahamut denied us our victory. He was silent to our prayers for many years, until now. Our scouts and spies have reported that you have discovered a plot with the Empire and Lord Asmodeus, the most foul. Upon this, Bahamut appeared to our high priests once more, in our great temple. He instructed that we should once again wage war against the Empire in order to cleanse this land of their foul union. Not for greed, and power, but for good."

The king coughed several times, his age showing through his speech.

"As I said I will not lie, we have no power to meet the Empire in the field of battle, especially with Asmodeus' armies being summoned to the field. Sadly, we must try something unconventional, something that we are not accustomed to: we must assassinate the Emperor and the Triumvirate who rule beneath him. Although, we do have a spy network within their capital city of Peloria, they are ill equipped to take down the Emperor. This is where you come in. Since you have experience with fighting Asmodeus' minions, and you have the blessing and support of Prince Brayflox, we are sending you to Peloria. Once there, you will head our network and create discord throughout the city, eventually leading to the Emporer's death. With his death the Empire will fall in on itself and expose themselves to our troops."

The king's face becomes grave.

"Any questions?"

Lili spoiler:
Detect surface thoughts- As your mind detects several of the noble's surface thoughts before they leave, you sense an extreme sense of jealousy for such outsiders to be given such an honor of the king. Never before have non-dragonborn been treated as such before this. Before you can delve any deeper into the thought's of the crowd, a powerful barrier reaches your mind, and all thoughts cease around you. You meet the glare of a Dragonborn standing near the king, one of his advisers, clearly meant to protect the throne room from any kind of psychic invasion. Since you did not ascertain any pertinent information, you can tell that the adviser is some kind of psychic of great renown.

Question to the eye- You hear nothing, as if the silence in itself is a way of Vecna mocking your lack of faith in his power.

Ella spoiler:
Diplomacy Roll- Your song has impressed the king more so than any of your other companions. As you finish it, the king claps his hands mightily, and with him the rest of the crowd. When he nods to his court wizard, you see the wizard mutter an incantation under his breath, and with it you feel your bag of holding become slightly heavier. +100gp for your performance!

Cornua's spoiler:
Knowledge history- You wrack your mind for something useful from the history of Fina, but you remind yourself that your specialties in history lie elsewhere.

Xevar's Spoiler:
Diplomacy- You produce your most diplomatic smile, but fail to make anyone in the throneroom consider you to be anything but a barbaric follower of Kord from the tribes to the north. At least you are a dragonborn.

[Andorien]

Lili leans in to whisper to the party.

"We should try to get as much supply from them as possible. Ella and I are good with words, we'll handle this. Sis, this is a rare opportunity for us, and they seem to distrust outsiders, so don't go overboard."

Aid Another - Diplomacy [roll0]

[Lorelli]

Ella has a pensive look on her face as she listens to the king's words. The task at hand is of the utmost importance, and she can only hope that they are ready for it. Dangerous as this endeavor may be, Ella puts on a half smile and faces the king.

"My king, I speak for myself and my comrades when I say that we will carry out this task to the best of our abilities."

She pauses a moment and bites her lip, before continuing.

"If I may ask... Are there supplies available for us for this quest? I'm afraid to say that our supplies have dwindled in our previous encounters with the creatures of Asmodeus and other beasts lurking in the prison depths."

Ella maintains eye contact with the king, through a "doe eyed" stare.

[roll0]

[Sanguin]

Watching the old king's face as he spoke of the purposed adventure Hawthorn couldn't help but get a little excited about the idea of snooping about and causing havoc. With his interest perked he decides to try figure out if the king is being honest with his explanation of why they wont take a more direct hand and if his interests are truly only in the name of good, or perhaps these dragon born have a bit more larceny operating in them than they let on..

Insight check to see if they king is being upfront or if ulterior motives exist
[roll0]

Once he has made up his mind about the venerable king he looks about the room in search of anything that might be of interest to a hungry wander of the lands with a bit of a sweet tooth and a habit of making off with small valuables..or even more enticing.. any signs of danger..

[roll]1d20+12[/roll

[Sanguin]

messed up my perception thing..

[roll0]

[firstclassmail]

The King chuckles at the two gnomes in front of him.

"I don't believe that I have ever met gnomes quite like you two. I thank you and your comrades for accepting this task. There will undoubtedly be great rewards for you, besides the renown and respect from destroying Asmodeus' claim on this realm."

The King motions for his high priest to come forward.

"As for your supplies, fear not. The spies that we have in Peloria will provide all that you need in regards to food and shelter. I will also give you 100 gold each just in case the network is ill-equipped to provide basic necessities. You seem to already be well stocked in equipment. There will be no need for travel, as my high priest, Arch-Bishop Balvroth will be able to open a portal inside Peloria. I do not know the details of how it is done, only that it will be at a great cost to Bahamut's grip in this world. Aid after that point will not come easily. You will essentially be left alone in Peloria with the small network we have within. My other agents and knights will be working throughout my kingdom and the Empire to both strengthen our cause and weaken the Empire's resolve."

Arch-Bishop Balvroth clears his throat, and the King nods his head slightly towards Balvroth to speak.

Arch-Bishop Balvroth says, "Time is of the essence, my Lord. I can open the portal at any time, but there will be no portal back, at least through my assistance. If you wish it, adventurers, you can leave now, or rest one night within the castle walls."

The King nods and slowly rises from his throne, "I am an old man, and I will leave the rest to the Arch-Bishop. If you decide to stay the night, rest well. If you decide to leave right now, may Bahamut be with you through your endeavors. Once again, I and the Kingdom of Fina will be in your debt."

With that, the King retires to his chambers and leaves the throne room, followed by several guards. You are left alone with the Arch-Bishop, a few other advisers, and guards at the doors.

Spoiler Hawthorn
Insight Check - You see no ill-will or falsehoods from the King's speech, or of any of his subjects.

Perception Check - Several expensive looking trinkets are laying around the throne room. However your keen eyes are met by even more keen eyes as the guard's look at you suspiciously. You also notice that the Queen's throne is empty, and seems to have gathered a bit of dust.

[Grizama]

"Thank you, Your Exellency, for your generosity. It is greatly appreciated. We will bring a glorious victory for your kingdom and all the realm." Xevar says with a salute at attention. He turns to his party and says, "I don't know about you, but I do much better with a full nights rest. This might be the last time we can stay in such accommodations, so I suggest we leave in the morning."

[Andorien]

I suppose now is not a good time to bring up my fear of portals. I was picking around in some court wizard's head one day and saw how unstable those things are. The portalers try to keep that knowledge hidden, because the truth is scary. No offense to you, Mr. Arch-Bishop.

[SpecChemE]

I'm ready to go. No sense in waiting around. Like the king said, we are all already outfitted for mission.
You'll stick your mind in just about anyone, so I'm sure you know all sorts of strange things.

[Sanguin]

Hawthorn, noticing all the watchful eyes thinks twice about securing a souvenir or two. People and apparently lizard men are so touchy about things.. Oh well.. Perhaps later..

"A good nights rest with no need for a watch is to rare these days to pass up. I will gladly accept your hospitality for a night and hopefully a pastery or two in the morning. Thank you kind sir..."

Hawthorn thinks to himself rubbing his growling belly that a blueberry tart and a cup of coffee is just the thing all adventures should start with..

[firstclassmail]

Arch-Bishop Balvroth bows slightly and says, "It seems like most of you would like to get a good night's sleep before leaving for the Empire. Can't say I blame you. Follow me and I will show you to your quarters for the night."

He then proceeds to lead you down many corridors and up a winding staircase to a wooden door. However, before you walk in you notice two guards standing on either side of the room. The Arch-Bishop waves you into the room and bids you a fine evening. He instructs you to meet him in the cathedral in the city first thing in the morning. The room is quaint with enough beds and bunk beds for the whole party. On a wooden table in the center is some food, and the stone walls have a couple of lit sconces. The kings' insignia hangs on a large tapestry in the back of the room over a warm fire in a hearth. The guards give you a polite nod and shut the door. You hear an audible click as you are locked in.

You can hear the younger dragonborn guard talk to you through the door, "Just knock on the door in the morning and the guards that are here will let you out, sleep well."

You may now converse among yourselves before going to bed. This gives you an opportunity to share your feelings and thoughts with the group.

[Lorelli]

Ella skips over to the nearest bed, drops her belongings and falls onto the mattress. Staring up at the ceiling, she allows her emotions to sink in. She's always been up for an adventure... Her quests have always been a perfect opportunity to learn new stories and songs. But this quest... This adventure... Could result in a story for the ages. A tale known by all for its danger, intrigue, and victory... Oh, and a beautiful heroine. Ella smiled and chuckled to herself at this thought.

"So! Sounds like we can't come up with much of a plan until we see exactly what we're dealing with."

Ella flops over onto her belly facing the group and rests her head in her hands.

"I was actually hoping for a fancier room, this being a castle 'n all, but I guess beggars can't be choosers! Can someone give me an apple? I'm feeling particularly lazy right now."

With a pouty look on her face, Ella extends her right hand.

[Andorien]

"Guards? They send us on a suicide mission and leave us under guard? I've quite had enough of guards since Purea."

Lili throws an apple to Ella, and takes one for herself.

"Oh, actually, you better wash that apple. I think I got pink eye from that river of corpses or something. Doesn't help that this hair keeps falling over my face. At least it hides the pink eye."

Not wanting to make things any more awkward than they need to be, Lili strolls over to a darker corner of the room, bites her thumb, and immediately disappears from sight.

1 point nonlethal damage. Immediate reaction: Encounter Power - Fade Away
Change into nightwear, keeping Eye on self.

A few moments later, she reappears wearing ill-fitting nightwear. "Sis, are you sure you don't have any clothes for me? That demon didn't have the courtesy to change all my clothes. Now my old stuff doesn't fit right, and I'm not wading into war looking like a raggy human child. I hope Peloria has better tailors than these lizardmen. Actually, does anyone even know anything about that place?"

Knowledge - History [roll0]

[Lorelli]

Ella looks at the apple with a raised eyebrow and sets it down gingerly. Maybe she won't be eating it...

"Sure, I think I have something for you to wear. I only have one other outfit, so it'll have to do until we can get some other things."

Digging through her bag of holding, Ella produces a white blouse, a tan traveler's vest, a brown linen skirt, and white undergarments. She sets them on Lili's bed before closing up her bag. Ella fetches a bundle of grapes to munch on and then flings herself back into bed.

[Sanguin]

Claiming a bed positioned so that he could see the whole room and have nothing at his back Hawthorn looks about the room for anything interesting and listens to the little people chatter about their gender confusion. Strange little critters, I suppose I will never get use to their squeaky little voices.. He momentarily drifts back to memories of older days and the beautiful songs and happy faces of his people.. and the many tasty treats.. oh bother..

Hawthorn walks softly about the room, quiet as a hunting cat.. listening carefully at the door as he glides silently past..looking for secret compartments or ways someone might spy on them.. and any small trinkets that wouldn't be missed before settling down on his bed..

Listen check for gaurds and any outside noice
1d20+12

spy holes or compartments
1d20+12

interesting loot
1d20+12


"They seem so greatful for us to leave and solve their problems..I guess lizards and people are the same the world over.." He asks Xevar and the room in general, "what do you guys know of the lizard folks spy networks.. seems like they would have a hard time sneaking about.."

[Grizama]

Quietly, Xevar starts unfastening strap after strap on his armor. Once removed, he combines it into a neat little pile with his sword and shield. Turning to the group, he lets out a small sigh and then turns away. Rummaging through his bag, he pulls out a trinket. He holds it to his forehead, kneels down and begins muttering under his breath.

[Grizama]

After contemplating Sanguin's question for some time, Xevar comes out of his trance.

History [roll0]

Religion [roll1]

[firstclassmail]

The fire glows and crackles within the fireplace. An otherwise calm night as the group talks with each other about their upcoming adventure.

Lili Spoiler
History Check: You recall from your travels that Peloria is the capital city of the Empire of the Three. It is an old city and has long been the center of administrative and economic matters for the Empire. There is a thriving slave trade there and humans are considered the upper caste of the Empire. Most other races are scarce, however some freed slaves do live in the slums of the city and make a meager living. The mundane tasks of the Empire are decided by an elected triumvirate, however the Emperor can overrule or disband the triumvirate whenever he sees fit. In recent history, the young Emperor has been driving the Empire deeper into evil ways, and changing the culture slowly.

Sanguin Spoiler
Listen Check: You can hear the guards outside quite well. They are talking about their day. The older one asks the younger whether or not he has found a suitable wife yet. The younger one explains he has met a fair dragonborn lady. As you hear more footsteps approach, the pair of guards becomes quiet and then as the footsteps disappear, they begin talking again. You can only guess their superior walked by.

Other checks: It seems as though the room was well prepped before they allowed you to stay here. Nothing of great value is left about the room, and you see no discernible secret doors or passageways.

Xevar Spoiler
History Check: Your area of historical learning did not cover the Empire. All you know of it has been on these travels.

Religion Check: With the crowning of a new Emperor about 12 years ago, the Empire has been stepping ever farther away from the God's of good. The Empire had worshiped many types of gods before this current Emperor. While the Emperor did not ban any religion, during his reign, certain good-aligned churches has mysteriously burnt down and their priests found dead in the alleys of the capital.

[Grizama]

Turning to Sanguin and speaking loud enough for the room to hear, Xevar explains what he knows about the recent changes to the religions of the Empire, but alas, the history on this area is not one of Xevar's strong suits. (Feel free to read my spoiler)

[Andorien]

Lili rambles well into the night about the history of the empire (read my spoiler).

[Sanguin]

Hawthorn curls up in the snug oversized bed and listens to his friends recollections with a comment here or there he drifts off to sleep without anything particularly useful to add to the conversation..

Feel free to read my spoiler above..

[SpecChemE]

Vorrg takes the pillow off a bed and throws it to the door. Grabs the blanket and swaggers over to the to the door. Lays down ears twitching at any sound. Drifts to sleep contemplating the history lesson and wondering if shifters will ever make it into written history. Vorr snores but it sounds like a growl.

[Lorelli]

Ella listens to her comrades talk and contemplates it quietly. Her eyelids grow heavy and she struggles a bit to stay awake. It doesn't take long for her to give in to fatigue and fall asleep on top of the covers.

[musicnerd1023]

Cornua realizes that none of the beds are large enough for him to use properly. Thankfully the shifter doesn't seem too fond of beds. Cornua takes his and Vorrg's beds and combined them into something almost tolerable.

After making himself good and comfortable he looks at Vorrg and says:

You weren't planning on using this right?

Then promptly goes to sleep

[firstclassmail]

As the group slowly winks to sleep, the low crackle of the fireplace can be heard. The city below glows in the night. All of a sudden our adventurer's are jerked awake by a large crash and shrill cries. The door bursts over Vorrg, covering him in splinters, a weapon hitting the door. One of the Dragonborn guard's lifeless body is thrown to the middle of the room, skull crushed by a mighty blow, brains splattering the floor. Standing in the doorway is a hulking Tiefling, with a great mace in one hand. Leather armor adorns his frame, well worn from countless battles. Several daggers are strapped to various parts of his body. With a sinister grin and mace raised, he readies his attack.

Ok everyone! I decided to not do group initiative since we all know each other IRL. This way if someone is taking too long we can just get on them. There was no surprise round, as the bad guy used it to kill the two guards outside. I rolled for everyone's initiative. The initiative order is as follows:

Hawthorn
Vorrg
Bad Guy 1
Cornua
Lili
Xevar
Ella

Feel free to get creative with the attacks, just remember don't put whether you hit or not. Also read the OOC thread for instructions on how to post. Basically it should include flavor text of the attack (discluding hits or misses, GM will do that), what your standard, move, and minor actions are. If you are moving, whatever square you are moving to and I will move you.

Here is a link to the map, your character tokens have the first letter of your name in them. Send me a picture of a face you want me to use as your token and I will. The maps will get more fancy I just didn't have time for this one.
https://docs.google.com/spreadsheets/d/17ObOyRjvJQJj-5VAzKKF9nJhiXdb-nUHbYNwBeWM7OY/edit#gid=1348746783

Here is a link to our character tracker, do not mess with it, it is for you to look at, not alter:
http://iplay4e.appspot.com/campaigns/agdpcGxheTRlchELEghDYW1wYWlnbhiLm8lSDA

[Sanguin]

Hawthorn, hearing a commotion in the hall jumps to his feet and knocks an arrow in the same motion.. he holds his breath for a split second as the door gives way raining splinters into the room followed by the limp form of the guard. Muttering to himself.. "I think I will just shoot first and ask questions later." he unleashes two arrows in a blurr aimed at the rude tiefling.. before ducking into the alcove by his bed and disappearing into the shadow..

Actions:
arrow one:
[roll0]
[roll1]
arrow two:
[roll2]
[roll3]

This dude is my quarry so add to what ever arrow hits him.. for damage..
[roll4]

Attempting to hide in the shadows..
[roll5]

[firstclassmail]

The sleep in Hawthorn's eyes affect his shots, hitting several targets, none of them his enemy. Arrow's bounce off the stone doorway, narrowly passing over Vorrg's head.

Current Turn Order:
Vorrg
Bad Guy 1
Cornua
Lili
Xevar
Ella
Hawthorn

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[SpecChemE]

Vorrg stands up, picking up his warhammer in one motion shoots thorns out from his hammer to engage the hideous creature. Lucky he slept in his armor. Gaurd training really proved useful here. protect the little ones

Move action: stand up, maybe move toward the creature?
Standard action: thorn strike pull one square to vorrg
To hit roll:[roll0] vs AC
Damage if hit:[roll1]
Minor action:none

[firstclassmail]

Vines shoot forth from Vorrg's war hammer and whip out against the Tiefling's flesh. The thorns dig into his bare skin, causing blood to be drawn. In anger, the Tiefling swings his hammer down at Vorrg and hits him squarely in the shoulder with a thud. The Tiefling then glares menacingly at Cornua, his eyes becoming completely black before returning to their natural red.

Vorrg Spoiler:
Your body shudders at the impact of the Tiefling's weapon. Pain shoots through your arm, evident damage being done. You do not immediately feel any broken bones.

Cornua Spoiler:
The Tiefling's eyes lock with yours and you feel your willpower fend off a mental attack.

Turn Order:
Cornua
Lili
Xevar
Ella
Hawthorn
Vorrg
Bad Guy 1

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Character Stats (http://iplay4e.appspot.com/campaigns/agdpcGxheTRlchELEghDYW1wYWlnbhiLm8lSDA)

[musicnerd1023]

Cornua begins putting on his chainmail and yells to Vorrg

"Smack that wanna-be demon up side his head"

move action to start putting on armor and standard action is direct the strike for Vorrg to attack again

[SpecChemE]

Suddenly feeling empowered. Vorrg swings again. He glances back at his comrades with a little crazy in his eye. In fact he looks pissed. Vorrg swings twice in a frenzy. Bring it birch!!!

Move action: none
Standard action: wild blood frenzy
To hit: [roll0] vs ac
Damage:[roll1]
To hit: [roll2] vs AC
Damage: [roll3]
Minor action: none
Free action: marking the teifling

[SpecChemE]

Standard action: melee swing
To hit: [roll0]
Damage: [roll1]

[firstclassmail]

Enlightened by Cornua's battle cry, Vorrg smashes his opponent in the leg, the Tiefling snarling after the blow.

Current Turn Order:
Lili
Xevar
Ella
Hawthorn
Vorrg
Bad Guy 1
Cornua

[Andorien]

Groggy and unsure of what's happening, Lili does what she does best. The gnome rolls out of bed and...wait, what gnome?
Move to J4
Memory Hole
[roll0] vs Will
[roll1]Psychic damage

[Grizama]

After being jostled awake by the commotion, Xevar quickly straps on his shield then unsheathes his holy sword with minimal effort as if he has practiced these motions a thousand times. Without the aid of his armor, he cautiously goes into the fray.

Standard Action: Equip Shield
Minor Action: Draw Sword
Move Action: Roll out of bed to stand in J3

[Lorelli]

The commotion of the ensuing battle causes Ella to abrasively jerk awake... so abrasively that she finds herself tumbling to the ground to the right of her bed.

"WHAT THE...":smalleek:

Before she finishes her sentence, she catches a glimpse of the foe who has burst into their bed chamber. With wide eyes, she grabs her lute from under her bed and shouts a song...

On her knees in J3
Song (attack being being made) - Stirring Shout
[roll0] vs will

Damage (psychic)
[roll1]

Effect (if successful): Until the end of the encounter, whenever an ally hits the target, that ally regains hit points equal to your Charisma modifier.

[Lorelli]

Because I went and previewed my post, like a derp....
Attack
[roll0]
Damage
[roll1]

[Sanguin]

Hawthorn looks at his bow in surprise... "I know its hard to wake up like this ole friend, especially from such a cozy bed."

Jumping from bed to bed he once more melts into the shadows before unleashing to more arrows towards the unwelcome visitor..

Move Action: sneakly to K4
Minor Action: Hide attempt
[roll0]

Two Fanged Strike
Arrow one:
[roll1]
[roll2]

Arrow two:
[roll3]
[roll4]

Still my quarry gets added if either hits
[roll5]

Then if both hit add my wisdom mod so an extra 3 damage. If i fail one arrow and hit the other my use elven accuracy. if i fail in my hid then subtract 2 from my attack rolls.

[SpecChemE]

He glances back at his comrades with a little crazy in his eye. In fact he looks pissed. Vorrg swings twice in a frenzy. Bring it bitch!!!

Move: none
Standard: wildblood frenzy
To hit [roll0] vs AC
Damage [roll1]
To hit [roll2] vs AC
Damage [roll3]
Minor: none
Free: marked

[firstclassmail]

As the occupants of the room begin to realize whats happening, the tiefling continues his attack. A bardic screech hits him squarely in the chest, causing a look of determination to cross his face. The room then fills with an uplifting melody. Psychic assaults bounce off the tiefling's mental defenses, while arrows fly past him, one narrowly gleaning off his leather armor. Distracted by all of the ranged attacks, the tiefling is only able to sidestep one of the mighty blows from Vorrg in front of him, while the second attack from hits him in the hip. As the swing lands, the melody in the air from Ella seems to heal Vorrg's wounds.

The tiefling prepares for his counter attack. Seeing a perfect target, the tiefling gazes at the Paladin that is now fully ready for battle, eyes turning black; Xevar's eye's glaze over and his face becomes stoic. Continuing his assault on Vorrg, the tiefling brings down his warhammer once more. Raising his shield, Vorrg blocks the attack.

Xevar Spoiler
You are now dominated. On your next turn, I will do the actions for you and make a saving throw after to see if you shake it off.


Lili Spoiler
Your mental attacks have been thwarted, and you can sense you are still visible.

Turn Order:
Cornua
Lili
Xevar
Ella
Hawthorn
Vorrg
Bad Guy 1

Links
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Map (https://docs.google.com/spreadsheets/d/17ObOyRjvJQJj-5VAzKKF9nJhiXdb-nUHbYNwBeWM7OY/edit#gid=1348746783)

[musicnerd1023]

Cornua lowers his head and charges the Tiefling, preferring to let his horns do the work now.

"RAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH"

Move: to G8
Standard: Goring Charge
To hit [roll0] vs AC
Damage [roll1]
Special: Target is knocked prone on hit
Minor: none
Free: Draw shield (free because of my cloak) +1 AC

[Andorien]

Having withstood her first attack, Lili steps back and plants her feet bracing for a powerful attack. She cries "Pessulum psychicae!", as a bolt of powerful psychic energy shoots out of her focusing orb.

Move to J3

Mental Trauma (Daily)
To Hit: [roll0]
Damage: [roll1]
Miss: Half damage
Effect: The target gains vulnerable 5 psychic (save ends).

[firstclassmail]

The tiefling is thrown down underneath Cornua's great horns. At the same time, some part of Lili's mental attack breaches his mind, causing the tiefling to gasp in pain momentarily. All of a sudden, Xevar shuffles mindlessly towards Lili. After Xevar completes his movement, he seems to break out of this trance, albeit with a confused look on his face.

Xevar Spoiler:
You succeeded on your saving throw to break domination.

Turn Order:
Ella
Hawthorn
Vorrg
Bad Guy 1
Cornua
Lili
Xevar

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Character Status (http://iplay4e.appspot.com/campaigns/agdpcGxheTRlchELEghDYW1wYWlnbhiLm8lSDA)

[Lorelli]

Ella continues to survey the scene from a crouched position behind her bed. Her eyes land on her foe with fierce determination. Without a word, she attempts to invade the mind of the tiefling.

Misdirected Mark
[roll0] vs. Reflex
Damage
[roll1]

If successful, the target is marked by an ally within 5 squares of you until the end of your next turn.
You conceal your arcane attack, tricking your foe into thinking the attack came from one of your allies.

[Sanguin]

Hawthorn chuckles to himself after even more missed arrows, and failed attempts from the "compainions". Well, we cant keep missing, can we? Being very scientifically minded he lets loose two more arrows after sneaking to a new location... Briefly he wonders to himself.. What does this bloke want?



Move Action: Sneaks to K6

Minor Action: Hides
[roll0]

Standard Action: Twin Strike
Attack 1
[roll1]
[roll2]

Attack 2
[roll3]
[roll4]

Quarry gets added if either hit:
[roll5]

[SpecChemE]

Vorrg swings. Wondering why this creature is still alive

Move: none
Standard: basic melee
To hit: [roll0] vs ac
Damage : [roll1]
Free action: mark

[firstclassmail]

The tiefling is hit by two attacks simultaneously; one an arcane force to his side, another an arrow that lodges squarely in his leg. He notices Vorrg's swing just in time to roll slightly out of the way.

Anger flashes in the tiefling's eyes and he slams his fist into the ground, causing the floor around him to spew a necrotic aura. The aura whips around Cornua and Vorrg, hitting them both and causing their legs to become evidently heavy.

The tiefling stands, and swings his mace once more at Vorrg, hitting the shifter in the chest.

Character Status (http://iplay4e.appspot.com/campaigns/agdpcGxheTRlchELEghDYW1wYWlnbhiLm8lSDA)
Map (https://docs.google.com/spreadsheets/d/17ObOyRjvJQJj-5VAzKKF9nJhiXdb-nUHbYNwBeWM7OY/edit#gid=760521171)

Turn Order:
Cornua
Lili
Xevar
Ella
Hawthorn
Vorrg
Bad Guy 1

[musicnerd1023]

Cornua swings his hammer at the Tiefling, putting all his effort into the swing.


Free Action: Activate cold on my hammer
Minor: none
Move: none
Standard: Melee Basic Attack
[roll0] vs AC
[roll1] damage

[Andorien]

Lili snaps her fingers to distract the tiefling from the action. "You will not hide behind your defenses for long. I will tear them down from within!" Her eyes glow purple as she channels power into her orb which unleashes a strong psychic attack upon her opponent's defenses.

Minor action - Distract: Target grants combat advantage to next person to attack (not me).

Standard - Augment 2 Mind Thrust
Hit: [roll0]
Damage: [roll1]
Augment effect: target takes a penalty to all defenses equal to your Charisma modifier (3) until the end of your next turn.
Orb's Encounter Power: if attack misses, PP refunded. If not, this does not trigger and is not expended.

[Grizama]

After snapping out of his confusion, Xevar's gaze sweeps across the room, assessing the situation. In a split second, he comes to a decision and goes to action. He takes a few brisk steps towards the door and lays a hand upon Vorrg's shoulder while muttering something under his breath, invigorating the shifter. A mild radiant glow comes from under Xevar's palm as a small gash on Vorrg's body radiates with the same light and seals itself.

Move Action: move to H7/8 (whichever is behind Vorrg)
Minor Action: Lay on Hands to Vorrg (I use a healing surge and Vorrg gets his healing surge value back as health)
Standard Action: Aid Another to Vorrg [roll0]

[Lorelli]

Why won't you just die?? Ella blurted out louder than she had intended.
Tensing her face up in frustration and focus, she attempts to play another mind trick on the tiefling.

Misdirected Mark

Attack vs. Reflex
[roll0]

Damage (if it hits)
[roll1]
The target is marked by an ally within 5 squares of you until the end of your next turn.

You conceal your arcane attack, tricking your foe into thinking the attack came from one of your allies.

[Sanguin]

Hawthorn, sneaks to a new position.. heeh.. this is kind fun as long as he swings at someone else.. and apparently i needed the target practice.. silly bow...

Move action: sneaks to K6
[roll0]

Twin Shot at ugly: (no, not the giant lizard)
[roll1]
[roll2]

[roll3]
[roll4]

[roll5]

[SpecChemE]

Vorrg wonder if this thing has balls. He swings in an upper cut motion. let me hear you scream for mercy

Standard action: standard melee swing
To hit: [roll0]
Damage: [roll1] vs AC
Free action: mark enemy

[firstclassmail]

Cornua's warhammer meets air as the swing is dodged by the Tiefling. While Lili's mental attacks are caught and hang in the air like worthless gnats. As Xevar touches Vorrg, Vorrg's wounds heal slightly. Distracted by the multiple attacks, the Tiefling fails to dodge an assault from Ella. As her sung whispers wound themselves around the warrior's ears, he believes that those nearest him are responsible for the attack. No sooner than he growls at Vorrg, an arrow slices through his arm. As he recoils, he dodges Vorrg's swing to his nether regions.

The Tiefling laughs at Vorrg and licks the blood from his arm before mocking the group before him, "The Emperor will rejoice at your heads on pikes!"

As he says this, the ground around him continues to glow a foul purple. The lights coil around Vorrg and Cornua, causing them to experience a small amount of pain throughout their body.

As Cornua is distracted by the lights, the Tiefling swings his mighty mace, hitting the minotaur in the the chest. As the blow lands, an audible crack can be heard. Cornua, although still standing, coughs up blood.

Vorrg Spoiler
As you swing upwards, your eyes notice a sizable target for your attack. This tiefling is indeed a male.

Lili Spoiler
As your mental attacks miss their target a skeletal voice fills your mind, "You're not very good at this are you?". Distant laughter mocks you.

Cornua Spoiler
You are now bloodied. (20/44)

Turn Order
Cornua
Lili
Xevar
Ella
Hawthorn
Vorrg
Bad Guy 1

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Map (https://docs.google.com/spreadsheets/d/17ObOyRjvJQJj-5VAzKKF9nJhiXdb-nUHbYNwBeWM7OY/edit#gid=760521171)

[musicnerd1023]

Cornua yells at the tiefling, Is that all you've got? I've been hurt more by baby gnomes!

Minor: Inspiring Word
[roll0] health gained (-1 surge)

Standard: Warlord's Favor
[roll1] vs AC
[roll2] damage
Special: Vorrg gains +3 to attack rolls until my next turn ends

Move: Shift to G7

[Andorien]

Lili repositions off the bed because that's just silly. Her eyes glow purple with another powerful psychic assault upon the tiefling's defenses. "Let's see you dodge this!"


Move to I5

Standard - Augment 2 Mind Thrust
Hit: [roll0] Please for the love of Vecna, I mean Ioun.
Damage: [roll1]
Augment effect: target takes a penalty to all defenses equal to your Charisma modifier (3) until the end of my next turn.

[Grizama]

Taking a step forward, Xevar takes a deep breath and exhales fire into the hallway. As he does so, his gauntlets let off an orange shimmering light. Xevar's swings his sword towards the tieflings center mass. "Begone, foul demon!"

Move: Shift to I9 (beside Vorrg)

Minor: Dragon Breath centered on the corner in front of the Tiefling going into the hall
Hit: [roll0] vs Reflex
Damage: [roll1] and ongoing 5 fire damage (save ends)

Standard: Valiant Strike
Hit: [roll2] vs AC
Damage: [roll3]

[Lorelli]

Shaken by the severity of the blow that Cornua to the chest, Ella recites a poem of inspiration so that his wounds feel less significant.

Cornua can use a healing surge and get an additional 4 health back.

After taking a deep breath, Ella turns her focus to the tiefling. With all her might, she again attempts arcane trickery in the mind of her enemy.

Misdirected Mark
Attack
[roll0]
Damage if a hit
[roll1]
The target is marked by an ally within 5 squares of you until the end of your next turn.

[Sanguin]

Hawthorn once again sneaks off to a new concealed location before sneakily unleashing two more arrows at the hulking teifling.. listening to hear if it is an alone assailant or if there could be help from the lizard folk arriving..



Can I hear anything with a passive perception check?

Hide
[roll0]
Arrow One
[roll1]
[roll2]
Arrow two
[roll3]
[roll4]

quarry&sneak attack, add if either arrow hits
[roll5]
[roll6]

If it looks like the baddie is going to land a shot that looks like it could be disrupted then ill try distracting shot
[roll7]
[roll8]

attack suffers -6 to hit

[SpecChemE]

Angry that hos strike missed. Vorrg attempts to swing horizontally at the ribs. Shield brother!

Move action: none
Standard action: resilience of life, +4temp hit points to tommy
To hit: [roll0] vs AC
Damage: [roll1]

I think tommy gets temp regardless ifi hit. Thats my take on reading it. Buti dont have the full text, your disgression regardless.

[firstclassmail]

As Cornua is brought to full health from his own powers and that of his allies, he delivers a mighty blow to the tiefling. The tiefling spits out a couple of teeth and chuckles, beckoning for the attacks to continue. Lili's mental attacks bounce off an unseen barrier, not able to penetrate the will of her opponent. As Xevar moves forward to engage, he engulfs the tiefling in a blaze of fire, and lashes out with a quick strike, hitting the tiefling on the side of the leg. All of a sudden, a strike from nowhere (although Ella knows better), hits the tiefling and dislodges his eye from it's socket. Screaming in pain, the tiefling bends down as arrows fly over his head, while Vorrg's strike misses it's target.

Standing up, eye hanging like a limp noodle, and blood spurting onto Vorrg and Xevar in front of him, the tiefling screams, "I will not fail the Emporer!"

As Xevar's fire burns around him, in one quick strike, the tiefling brings his hammer down on Vorrg, missing wildly. He looks up and glares at Hawthorn, aware of his position among the beds; Hawthorn's eyes roll into the back of his head. The aura around the tiefling glows, once again causing Xevar and Vorrg to cry out in pain.

Panting from his continued effort, the tiefling draws on his inner strength and continues his assault bringing down his mace once more at Vorrg, this time hitting him square on the shoulder. The party hears an audible pop, as the shoulder is torn slightly from it's socket, blood seeping from Vorrg's armor.

Hawthorn Spoiler:
You hear nothing over the battle surrounding you. As the tiefling assassin glares at you, your mind bends to his will. (You are dominated, I get to make your next attack, maybe this time you'll hit!).

Vorrg Spoiler:
You are now bloodied. (28/58hp)

Turn Order:
Cornua
Lili
Xevar
Ella
Hawthorn
Vorrg
Bad Guy 1

Map (https://docs.google.com/spreadsheets/d/17ObOyRjvJQJj-5VAzKKF9nJhiXdb-nUHbYNwBeWM7OY/edit#gid=760521171)

character stats (http://iplay4e.appspot.com/campaigns/agdpcGxheTRlchELEghDYW1wYWlnbhiLm8lSDA)

[musicnerd1023]

Cornua gets this strange gleam in his eyes and tells the Tiefling: You had better pray you kill us fast.


Free Action: Frost Hammer
Target takes 1d8 extra damage on hit
Target is Slowed for 1 round

Minor: A Rock and a Hard Place
Effect: Whenever an enemy adjacent to Cornua misses an attack against an ally they take 1d10+5 damage

Move: Shift to G8

Standard: Martial Doom
1d20+10 vs AC
damage + cold damage

Special: Grants combat advantage and any attack made against him using an action point deals +5 damage

[Andorien]

Lili expends the last of her psychic energy in a desperate attempt to break through the target's Will. "The emperor will be most displeased with you, you horny bastard!"

Using the last of my Power Points.

Standard - Augment 2 Mind Thrust
Hit: [roll0]
Damage: [roll1]
Augment effect: target takes a penalty to all defenses equal to your Charisma modifier (3) until the end of my next turn.

[Grizama]

Xevar clutches his sword tightly while he mutters something under his breath. As soon as his words stop, Xevar's sword begins to let off an intense glow as he swings it towards his foe with much more strength and speed than he normally can muster. As the swing finishes, Xevar's hand goes to Vorrg's shoulder again with much the same grace as before. Xevar then removes his hand as becomes acutely aware of the Tiefling.

Minor Action: Divine Mettle - gives +4 damage on next attack this turn

Standard Action: Radiant Smite
Hit: [roll0]
Damage: [roll1]

Minor Action: Lay on Hands - Vorrg heals 1 healing surge value while I use 1 healing surge

I am readying Marty's Blessing if the Tiefling attacks Vorrg (if the Tiefling hits Vorrg, I take the attack instead).

[Lorelli]

Ready to finish this thing, Ella musters a strong, yet invisible force and hurls it at the tiefling. She allows a battle cry to escape her lips, and finishes her attack panting.

Impelling Force
[roll0]
damage if hit
[roll1]
A bolt of force shoves your foe next to one of your allies. Since he is already next to an ally, I was thinking it could shake his balance if it hits... maybes???

[firstclassmail]

Hawthorn, eye's glazed over, raises his bow and shoots an arrow straight at Vorrg's back. As it embeds itself squarely in Vorrg's ribs, Vorrg coughs up a stream of blood as Hawthorn snaps from his hypnotism.

Vorrg is bloodied (25/58)

[SpecChemE]

Vorrg utilizes the primal power that flows within him. His ears become pointier, fingers slightly longer, fangs grow in his mouth. Vorrg's wounds heal slightly. He also blurs away from the enemy, to lick his wounds.

Minor action: longtooth shifting, auto heal 2 health
Standard: second wind heal for 14, shift 4 sqaures away from teifling(feat power)

[firstclassmail]

The adventurer's unleash a string of successful attacks on the would-be assassin. Cornua's with a mighty roar hits the tiefling with his warhammer, and as he does so, an icy cold frost spreads over the tiefling's skin. Distracted by the frigid cold and exhausted from the continued mental barrages from Lili, a psionic attack breaches the tieflings mental wall and a sharp pain emanates from his head. Clutching his skull, he does not notice the radiant blow coming from Xevar's sword, piercing the tiefling's right shoulder, blood flowing freely. Through sheer luck the tiefling dodges Ella's attack, but this allows Vorrg to shift backwards with a feral growl, primal power healing his wounds.

Tired, and clearly outmatched, the tiefling lets out a scream of defeat and turns to run. One foot out the door, the tiefling is engulfed in a massive radiant light, and as he turns to the party, you see radiant energy emanate from the assassin's chest, his leather armor disintegrating, holes appearing all over his body. Within mere seconds his constitution succumbs to the surprise attack, and the assassin explodes from the inside out. Wiping the gore from your eyes, you see Arch-Bishop Balvroth, with several wounds, barely holding himself up with his staff.

"Go now, the castle is under attack!"

As he says this, he waves his free arm, and a portal appears in the middle of the room. Expending the last bit of energy he had, the noble creature falls to the floor.

Turn order - NONE! You won! What do you do next?

[Lorelli]

Ella takes a fleeting moment to allow what just happened sink in. She then exclaims,

C'mon guys! Grab your stuff!

The gnome hastily begins loading her belongings into her bag of holding.

[Andorien]

Clearly distraught at the idea of traveling through not just any portal, but a dead person's portal, Lili takes a moment to take note of everything that belongs to her.

"I don't know what's more dangerous: the attackers or jumping into a dead person's portal! Who knows where we could end up. Or if we grown an extra toe!" :smalleek:

I hold on to my relic tightly

[Lorelli]

After securing her bag of holding over her shoulder, Ella grabs Lili's hand and says in hushed excitement,

3, 2, 1 GO!

Without hesitation, Ella hurls herself into the portal and tries pulling Lili along with her.

[Andorien]

Lili reluctantly goes through, closing her eyes and holding her breath. Like that would somehow keep everything intact.

[Sanguin]

Hawthorn blinks his eyes twice.. "Well ****, guess I finally hit something.. sorry Varg.."

He then searches the remains of the once teifling before checking on the Arch-Lizard Bishope, "He doesnt look well but I guess we should stabilize him quick in case his side wins." Hawthorn dresses the wounds quickly and searches his pockets just in case there is something that might help the bishop..or Hawthorn..

"Well, it looks like its time to go".. grabbing the remainder of the vitals and wishing the bishop luck he hops through the portal.

Searching teifling guts
[roll0]

Searching Bishop
[roll1]

stablizing check on bishop
[roll2]

[Grizama]

At seeing Hawthorn tend to the Bishop's wounds, Xevar lets out a breath of relief. A little puff of smoke rolls out as he does so. Turning to glance at where he started the ordeal, Xevar makes one last look to see if he was missing anything. Not seeing any stray objects, he sheathes his sword, takes a breath and walks through the portal without saying a word.

[musicnerd1023]

Cornua watches as the gnomes and the dragonborn walk through the portal and wonders who will need his help more; the castle that's under attack or the gnomes and pally that just walked into Kord only knows where?

Cornua ponders this for a moment while twirling his pink beard and watching Hawthorn check the body of the dead tiefling and stabilize the Bishop.

Cornua shakes his head and starts to walk towards the portal.

Looking at Hawthorn and Vorrg, You gents coming too? and mumbles, Friggin' Gnomes as he steps through the portal.

[SpecChemE]

Casually taking his time. Gathering his items. Vorrg assumes that archer gtabbed all the good stuff. Should owe him for shooting him. Careful to get too close to the portal yet. Vorrg teabags that SOB laying on the floor. As casual as possible Vorrg strolls through the portal. Feeling confident of the nightmares that await.
Fly you fools

[firstclassmail]

As you step through the portal you feel as if someone has taken your nostrils with tongs and drug you through a tunnel much too small for your body. Complete darkness surrounds you as you travel unforeseen distances. Suddenly, you hit the hard stone ground of reality with a thud; light shines brightly overhead. Your companions are around you, laying on the ground in different states of discomfort, but seemingly unharmed.

You seem to be in some sort of alleyway; on either side of you are rundown buildings, stretching multiple stories into the sky. The smell suddenly hits you as you take your first breath. Clearly in a poorer section of whatever town you landed, the air smells like rot and dung. At one end of the dank alley you see that the street meets some kind of large market, peasants of multiple races are walking about on their business, none of which seems to have noticed your sudden appearance.

All of a sudden a fragile wooden door slams open in the alleyway and a rather fat, ugly shifter wearing a cook's apron appears.

"I tol' you lot, I don wan animoor chicks today," he says loudly.

As his eyes see the adventurer's, a confused look spreads across his face,"Who tha fook are yas?"

[SpecChemE]

Doing one of those cool flippy thing off the ground onto his feet. Vorrg dusts himself off.Friends good ser. My name is Vorrg. By chance walk town have we stumbled upon?

[SpecChemE]

What town*

[musicnerd1023]

Cornua ignores both shifters and tries to see if he can get a view out of the city, a convenient place to climb up or a gap in the buildings. Perhaps the natural surrounding will provide some clue as to where they now are.

[roll0] Climb check

[roll1] Knowledge(History)

[Andorien]

After regaining her senses, Lili frantically feels around for anything out of place. Quickly, her eyes grow wide. "Wait what the hell!" After a moment of clarity, she settles down. Continuing her search, she finally stops and stares at her fingers. "I knew that portal was unstable. My nails were RED, not BLUE."

[firstclassmail]

The cook gets a puzzled look on his face and scrunches up his nose in confusion,"Town? This ain't no town! You are in Peloria, the capital of the Empire. You crazy? And why the fook are you climbing that, get down now before a guard see ya and we all get sent to the blocks!"

He looks directly at the large minotaur scaling the building.

You are successfully climbing the wall, however, you remember little from your history lessons, except the fact that Peloria has long been the capital and seat of the Empire, ever since the three kingdoms of the rivers were united.

[Grizama]

Standing up from the ground, Xevar slowly withdraws a cloth from a bag on his hip. He starts to wipe down his shield, shining the crest upon it. Once satisfied, he stows the shield in his bag of holding. Xevar looks up at the shifter, giving a friendly smile, and says "My good man, I do believe we are lost. Would you mind shedding some light on where this is in the city?"

[firstclassmail]

The cook is even more puzzled by this question from the strange, and clearly dangerous dragonborn.

"The slums...obviously. All the non-humans live here. Gods be good, you all better come inside the kitchen before you bring the guards upon us." He motions for you to move inside the kitchen which he had just come from, and shakes his head.

[Andorien]

Lili, never one to refuse an invitation to food, strolls right in. "We left in quite a hurry. The room service was horrible there. So what's cooking? Did you say chickens? Make mine Eggs Benedict with a squeeze of lemon and cayenne pepper. And don't skimp on the Hollandaise. And bacon. And bring some extra muffins for the extra bacon"

[SpecChemE]

Quick little ones let's get you inside.
Good cook, excuse her manners. Might you have some spare food? We seem to have missed breakfest. We have little coin we could give you if you so desire.

[Sanguin]

Hawthorn gets up from the midden heap and listens to the conversation with the cook, doing his best to look lost and deserving of tasty treats..

Knowledge nature check on the midden heap to see if we can figure out what's been running around here and then an insight check on the cook fellow.

[musicnerd1023]

Cornua can't help but notice the way the ranger is staring intently at the dung heap.

Gonna have to watch that one.

So why do you seem so afraid of the guards? Aren't they meant to protect and serve?

[firstclassmail]

The cook is confused as to why the elf is so entranced by the dung in the alley. He motions once again for the adventurer's to come inside, and replies to Cornua,"Guards protect? HA! Maybe in the richer parts of the city. Here in the lower tier, where all the non-human denizens of the Empire live, they mostly just try and make sure riots don't occur. Now, hurry inside and I'll fix up some gruel. For a price, of course."

Hawthorn Spoiler: You recognize that the granular bits of the creamy brown sauce contain some sort of oats and rye, probably associated with a donkey or pony. Upon further inspection, to your delight, you see remains of an apple seed, telling you that it is possible that this dung pile came from a horse that someone cared about, possibly a guard or military beast.
You also believe the cook is sincere.

[SpecChemE]

Hoping the cook isnt a friend of the tiefling. Vorrg enters first.

[Sanguin]

Hawthorn, with a look if severe disappointment heads toward the kitchen... "You should work on your branding friend, instead of gruel, let's call it porridge.."

[Lorelli]

It takes more than a moment for Ella to regain her composure after hitting the ground. She lays there on her back, looking up toward the sky, wishing the world would stop spinning. The conversation going on around her gradually starts to make sense. Ella abruptly sits up and checks to see that her possessions are still intact. Still a bit shaken, she gets to her feet and follows her comrades into the kitchen.

Did someone say food???

[Kylie]

Kylie walked down the filthy street. "This place is disgusting," she muttered to herself. Despite the smell of the slums




her stomach had been growling for a while now. She needed something to eat. Suddenly, she saw a strange group talking to a cook in front of a dingy tavern. "Food!"

She smiled and started walking closer. The nearer she got to the group, the more she smiled. A minotaur with a pink beard and an elf with a blue beard! What sort of trouble was she walking into? There were two nomes. One was the most adorable nome she'd ever seen. The other kind of looked like she used to be a man, yikes! She seemed to be super bossy for such a little being. She must have some crazy powers. Maybe she was the reason for the blue and pink beards. Kylie chuckled to herself. Her eyes shifted to a dragon born who seemed obsessed with cleanliness. He kept polishing his shield for some reason. In the background was a strange being Kylie had not yet seen in her years. A shifter maybe?

Her stomach growled again as the group followed after the cook into the rickety building. "Ugh. Why not? Maybe I can see if the food kills them first before I give it a try." With that thought, she walked into the tiny shack.

[SpecChemE]

Vorrg suddenly plays with his navel waiting to go in.

[firstclassmail]

The cook ushers everyone in the back door to the "restaurant".

"Welcome to the Savory Shifter," the cook says with a stained grin. With a curt nod he points to some empty tables near the bar and instructs you to sit down while he fetches some of his best gruel for you.

Your first sight of the place are the stains on the tables and walls. Clearly food and ale have been thrown around quite a bit in this establishment. Dimly lit by a fireplace and candles at every table, the morning light shines through a couple small windows. It is somewhat a large dining area, with about ten tables, over half of which occupied by beings of various races besides humans. A wooden, most probably rotten staircase leads to the upstairs balcony where there are a couple more tables and chairs. Morning is just dawning and several people are eating porridge somewhat gleefully. After awhile a rather busty waitress brings bowls of gruel for you to eat. A moldy loaf of bread is also left on the table.

A group of hooded figures enter and walk up the staircase to the tables above. You clearly see the chef and waitress give each other a nervous glance, and the waitress hustles off to serve the new guests.

[Kylie]

Kylie clumsily took a seat in a rickety chair. She grinned at the strange band of misfits as the waitress walked by...upstairs to the guests who had come in after them. She has to have back problems.
She saw the shifter sit with the odd group of characters instead of chatting with the cook. She had assumed they knew each other. Shouldn't all shifters know each other or something. Kylie, that's so racist. Just because you're a half elf doesn't mean you know all the other half elves. Pull yourself together. New place. Lot's has happened to you recently. Be cool. You're doing awesome....ugh...I have got to give myself better pep talks. Her forehead landed with a thud on the table in front of her. "Ouch! I think I got a splinter stuck in my head."
She finished off the last few bites of her food. Exhausted, she stood and walked over to the two gnomes. "Took me forever to get my food. I bet someone ordered something ridiculous like eggs benedict. My names Kylie, by the way. What brings you two here if you don't mind me asking? It's easy to tell your group doesn't blend in too well here...or, well...anywhere for that matter. And is it just me...or did you get the heebie jeebies that last group just came through because I was all shivers down the spine." She shook her head and shimmied her shoulders to further prove her point.

[Andorien]

At least the service is good, Lili remarks. And it doesn't smell near as bad as Mudhaven.

I will prepare a Sending spell to tell the king of Fina that we've arrived, and ask him who our contact is supposed to be. Anyone else want to add anything to the message?

Lili takes 10 minutes to prepare the Sending ritual.

[Sanguin]

Hawthorn notes the hooded group as the head up the stairs and cant help wondering to himself.. why the hoods..surely they cant be as funny looking as my lizard and half bovine friend.. lost in a moment of reflection and curiosity rousing what those characters might be up to he notices a very large elf, no half-elf come up to the wee little people and start gushing word vomit, maybe this giant female wishes she were smaller? She definitely seems to have a liking for the little ones.. maybe its a girl thing? eating up the last of his.. gruel/porridge he walks up to the base of the stairs bowl in hand in the wake of the waitress trying to decide if he wants more while exercising his senses to try and learn what he can of the potentially ugly hooded visitors..



perception check
[roll0]

[SpecChemE]

Wanting to scan the new comers in dark cloaks. Vorrg uses his excellent natural capabilities, along with his training to percieve a threat level.

Perception check [roll0] to see if they carry weapons, race, class maybe
Insight check [roll1] to see if they seem agitated or hostile. As a caravan gaurd this is something I would have learned.

[Andorien]

Greetings, Kylie. Are you our contact? We just arrived in town, we are here to, uh, we're....diplomats...representing the kingdom of Purea and Fina.

Bluff roll goes here. I'll post it in the OOC when I get my iplay4e back up and running.

[firstclassmail]

Several minutes pass, the audible sounds of horses coming closer down the street, and a strange commotion outside fills the surrounding area. The denizens of the bar clearly stiffen and the bar becomes silent, the only sound being the smacking of gums on chewy potato bits. Armor clanking can be heard as the door is thrown open and what can only be a squad of empire soldiers fills the front of the bar. The cook lets out what can only be described as a squeal, and hurries to the front of his establishment.

"Ah, mah friends, welcoom, welcoom, may I offer you a drink," the cook says as he approaches the staff sergeant. No sooner does he reach the sergeant, the soldier holds up a hand to silence the cook.

"By order of His Imperial Majesty, ruler of the Three Rivers, Life of the Fountain, and Keeper of the Seal of the Imperium, this establishment is closed for harboring the enemies of our great Empire!"

The sergeant's sword leaves it's scabbard in one swift movement, and the cook's head flies through the air like an egg toss. The bar erupts in chaos.

Your sending spell fails to reach the King's ears. Either the King is preoccupied, or the worst has come to him.

ROLL FOR INITIATIVE, LETS DO THIS

[Lorelli]

Ella watched the events unfold near the entrance of the tavern with wide eyes. After dropping her spoon into her bowl of gruel, She snatches her lute from the floor and begins muttering a tune of deceit and trickery.

Ella casts Misdirected Mark on i7
[roll0]
Damage
[roll1]

If it's a hit, opponent thinks that Vorrg is the one who dealt the blow.

[Andorien]

Lili tries to cause chaos within their ranks by making one attack their own. "Such strange customs here to murder someone for poor food."

Betrayal on the soldier in J6. Slide him to I6, then attack I5. The target then makes a melee basic attack as a free action against that enemy, with a bonus to the attack roll equal to Lili's Charisma modifier (+3).

Attack: [roll0]
Damage: (enemy)

[Sanguin]

Hawthorn notes the distance the poor innkeepers head went soaring and wonders if its just the arm the the sword wielder or if perhaps all shifters are prone to flight.. deciding to take advantage of the ensuing chaos seeing his merry band of misfits already engaging the solders, he moves to stealthily behind the counter and draw aim at the one that seems to be a wizard..

Stealth Check
[roll0]

Two-Fanged Strike (encounter power)
[roll1]
[roll2]

[roll3]
[roll4]

Then if they both hit +3 more damage
(Prime shot gives me +1 extra to hit and CA gives +2, if stealth fails then its just plus 12 to hit)


Hunter quearry
[roll5]

[Kylie]

"At least I'm not the only one who thinks the food here sucks." Preparing for a fight she hopes that the elf isn't as dumb as he looks and decides to duck behind a table and attack as well. She goes for the big oaf.

Eldritch Blast
HIT VS REFLEX
[roll0]
DAMAGE
[roll1]

[SpecChemE]

Vorrg glides across the tavern. Mysteriously his hair starts to turn black. He flashes a sinister smile revealing his fangs. Came for a fight huh?


Moves to closest enemy,
Minor action: Form of the Relentless Panther. +2 to reflex same, +1 bonus to attack rolls on marked enemies
Move action: move to nearest enemie
Free action: marrk all enemies around me
Standard action: Form of the Relentless Panther
Attack roll: [roll0] vs reflex
damage roll: [roll1] with ongoing 5 damage (save ends) miss is half damage and 2 ongoing (save ends)

[musicnerd1023]

Cornua taunts the guards Enemies of the Empire? That must be us. . . Not sure how many of you might still be outside as reinforcements, but it's not gonna be enough.

Move Action: to G11
Minor Action: Rock and a Hard Place

Until the stance ends, whenever an enemy adjacent to you attacks an ally of yours and misses, you deal damage to the enemy equal to your 1[W]+Int (1d10+4) as a free action.
Standard Action: Ranged Basic Attack

Attack:[roll0] vs AC of the sergeant
Damage:[roll1]
Free Action: Draws Frost Hammer

[firstclassmail]

Ella's song hits her target with a blast to the shin. The human grimaces as he looks angrily at Vorrg, brandishing his weapon. The attack combines itself with the psychic assault from Lili, as the psion wracks the footsoldier's mind. Confused, the footsoldier swings at his ally and lands a blow on the spearman's shoulder.

Sanguin rolls stealthily behind the wooden counter before appearing to unleash two quarries into a surprised mage in the back row. As the two arrows embed themselves firmly in the imperial mage's stomach, he coughs up blood and leans heavily on his staff.

The half-elf named Kylie clearly picks the adventurer's side and unleashes a eldrich blast from her wand with such force that the wooden supports around her shake. The blast careens swiftly towards the sergeant and hits him in the helmet, leaving a noticeable dent.

No sooner does the eldrich blast leave Kylie's wand does Vorrg advance towards his nearest prey and swipes a claw, ripping through leather and mail. The footsoldier is thrown backwards, and struggles in vain to get up before succumbing to his wounds.

The sergeant, holding his head from Kylie's blast, screams, "KILL THEM ALL!".

[Grizama]

After finishing the last bit of the so-called food, Xevar stands up from the table and moves to engage the intruders, taking a deep breath along the way. Xevar lets out the breath in a blaze of heat and light, engulfing most of the enemy combatants. After expelling the gout of flame, Xevar raises his shield in a defensive posture.

Move Action: Move to I7

Minor Action: Dragons Breath
F4 - Attack Roll [roll0] - Damage Roll [roll1]
H4 - Attack Roll [roll2] - Damage Roll [roll3]
I4 - Attack Roll [roll4] - Damage Roll [roll5]
E5 - Attack Roll [roll6] - Damage Roll [roll7]
G5 - Attack Roll [roll8] - Damage Roll [roll9]
F6 - Attack Roll [roll10] - Damage Roll [roll11]
G6 - Attack Roll [roll12] - Damage Roll [roll13]
H6 - Attack Roll [roll14] - Damage Roll [roll15]
I6 - Attack Roll [roll16] - Damage Roll [roll17]

Standard Action: Total Defense - Adds +2 to my defenses until the start of my next turn

[firstclassmail]

Xevar's blast hits a majority of the squad, with varying affects. One soldier in particular is caught in the middle of the blast and clutches his face as it melts away; red-hot mail covers a corpse on the ground.

[firstclassmail]

The spearman who was tricked by Ella moves in towards Vorrg and thrusts his spear into Vorrg's side, striking a glancing blow. The office in the back moves in on Vorrg as well and swings his longsword, hitting Vorrg in the arm.

One young footsoldier charges towards Cornua, hitting the minotaur with his sword. Another footsoldier lets loose a bolt from his crossbow at Cornua, the bolt snagging the minotaur's calf.

The sergeant moves in front of the dragon born and unleashed a devastating attack, only to find a shield in his way. Helping his commander, the other spearman flanks the paladin, but his pierce glances off Xevar's armor.

Seeing the halflings in the back of the bar, the mage coughing up blood produces a lightning strike that lands directly on the table, shattering it, but hitting none.

The pact-mage points his staff at the half-elf that hurt his commander and a flame strike appears in the air in front of Kylie, hitting her across the side.

[Andorien]

Lili pities the dragonborn's immense heartburn brought on by this miserable food. Apparently, so did that face-melted soldier.

Since the table she was sitting at exploded, Lili moves toward the next closest table and knocks it over to create some cover.

Seeing as the grunt fell so easily to her mind games, Lili decides to put the goon squad's Sergeant to the test. Her hypnotic eyes lock with the sergeant's as she attacks his sense of self with powerful focus.

Where did you find your army, in a toy box? I will make you my plaything.


Standard Action:
Daily-Crisis of Identity
Target: Sergeant
Attack: [roll0] vs Will
Damage: [roll1] Psychic
Effect: Target makes a melee basic attack as a free action against a creature of your choice (bloodied mage), with a bonus to the attack roll and the damage roll equal to your Charisma modifier(+3).
Miss: Half Damage

Move Action:
Move to I12 and knock over the table to create cover.

[musicnerd1023]

Cornua yells at Vorrg, That didn't hurt now did it?, then swings his frosty hammer at the guard in front of him (G10).

Standard Action: Melee Basic Attack

Attack Roll:[roll0] vs AC
Damage Roll:[roll1]
Minor Action: Inspiring Word

Healing for Vorrg [roll2] if he wants to spend a healing surge

[Sanguin]

Hawthorn slides slightly farther down the bar to try and hide his location from the aggressive and potentially smelly soldiers.. Taking aim once more he lets one arrow fly noting the results before letting one more go.. watching the fray develop he tries to take note of the caliber of the solders and where those cloak figures that went to the balcony are and what they might be doing...

Hide Check
[roll0]


attacking the mage if he dies to arrow one then arrow 2 goes towards the warlock/other caster..
arrow 1
[roll1]
[roll2]

arrow 2
[roll3]
[roll4]

quarry add to whatever arrow hits first.
[roll5]

[Grizama]

Xevar takes a step back away from the sergeant. Glancing over his shoulder at the elf on fire, Xevar tightens his grip on his sword and mutters a few words of faith under his breath. Once the chant is completed, Kylie's eyes fill with a glowing radiant light. Xevar then takes a swing at the spearman in front of him.

Move Action: Shift to J8

Minor Action: Divine Mettle on Kylie - Gets a saving throw now with a bonus of +2

Standard Action: Valiant Strike
Attack Roll - [roll0]
Damage Roll - [roll1]

[Kylie]

Kylie looked down at her side in horror. Flames started engulfing her. I really don't want my face melted off Suddenly, she felt a warmth overtake her. Much different from that of the flames licking at her body. She went rigid and saw a bright light. Death? No. It was the dragon born. The dragon born was trying to help her. Why? He didn't even know her. Then again, she didn't know him either. She didn't know any of the creatures, yet, here she was attacking...Who? Who was she attacking? It felt right. She was drawn to tho stand of misfits...maybe she was a misfit herself. Who were the hooded figures upstairs? They had to hear the disaster below them.
A darkness surged through her...remember...the darkness blasted through her fingertips. The glow in her eyes faded and her body slacked. "That big oaf of a leader is going down is I have any say in the matter." Her attackers had killed a man who had showed her kindness. The time for answers would happen after she killed this miserable soldier.


Saving Throw:
[roll0]
Eldritch Blast:
Hit vs Reflex
[roll1]
Damage:
[roll2]
If hit...Warlock Curse:
[roll3]

[SpecChemE]

Vorrg glides across the floor again like a shadow, placing himself within melee range of the wizard.
Move action: shift two squares to J5
Free action: mark all three enemies
Standard action: basic melee
to hit: 1d20+11+1 vs AC
damage: [roll]1d10+6

[SpecChemE]

name that video game

[firstclassmail]

Lili's mental assault harmlessly bounces off the determined sergeant's mind. Adrenaline and anger overtake Lili; Her tiny arms try to flip the human sized table in front of her, but all that is accomplished is a slight scoot forward.

No sooner did Lili's attack fail did Cornua's mighty hammer crush the skull of the human in front of him, the soldier crumpling to the ground like a bag of potatoes.

As Hawthorn shifts his position, he looses two arrows; one hits the bloodied mage square in the chest, causing the mage to fall to the ground. The other quarry deftly bats the second shot from the air with his quarterstaff.

Xevar's glowing light enhances Kylie's constitution, but his swinging sword is deflected by the spearman's shield, leaving a hefty dent. The fire consumes Kylie still, distracting her aim, as her blast flies towards the ceiling, blasting out a rafter but keeping the roof intact.

Vorrg slides past his enemies deftly, but the mage easily knocks his attack away.

[firstclassmail]

As Vorrg slips past the soldiers, the sergeant sees the feint and cries out, "formation!" At the sergeant's command, the soldiers encircle Vorrg, protecting their less armored comrade. Taking the lead, the sergeat swings his longsword, creating a deep gash in Vorrg's side, cutting through fur and skin. The spear man, working in conjunction with the sergeant sweeps Vorrg's legs out from under him, the shifter hitting the floor with a thud. The footsoldiers, seeing the opportunity, move in and try and stab Vorrg while he is prone. One sword finds it's mark in Vorrg's stomach, while Vorrg miraculously parries the other with his shield. Vorrg coughs up a steady stream of blood from the ongoing assault.

Vorrg is now -very- bloodied, and prone. Kylie is still on fire and taking ongoing damage every turn.

The final mage shifts away from the slaughter and focuses. Seeing a group of ranged enemies he calls down a burst of lightning in the middle of them. Kylie, still engulfed in fire cannot dodge the attack, and the lightning burst hits her with full force. Ella dodges out of the way; Lili summons a psychic shield, the lightning burst curving around her barrier before it dissipates.

The last soldier, still engaged with the massive paladin, tries to trip Xevar, but his attack meets Xevar's steel greaves with no effect.

Several additional clashes come from the balcony, as it becomes evident the forward scouts of the Empire's squadron are engaged with the hooded figures. You see one hooded figure gasp as a short sword appears through his chest.

[Sanguin]

Seeing poor Varg on the ground Hawthorn decides to pause a moment from trying to dispose of the evil casters and try to pick off the weaker soldiers that were attempting to rend his shifty friend.. he sneaks once more behind the bar to try and confuse anyone that might be trying to pick out where the arrows are coming from and lets two more go..


Stealth Check
[roll0]

Twin Shot
[roll1]
[roll2]

[roll3]
[roll4]

Should one of dudes surrounding Varg make another attack that looks to be preventable I will use the encounter power Disruptive strike.

As a side note, these arrows are very very cold.. we are talking instant frostbite. :)

[firstclassmail]

Hawthorn appears over the bar for a split second, loosing two arrows. The first hits one of the footsoldiers below the right shoulder, he lets out a gasp before his legs beneath him giving out; the second arrow pierces through the other footsoilder's leather helmet, felling the troop.

Both of Hawthorns attacks hit. They kill the minions in i6 and j6.
Your interrupt is noted and I will use it if one of the soldiers hits Vorrg.

[Grizama]

Stepping closer to the prone shifter, Xevar issues a divine challenge on the sergeant before swinging his sword with a in a blur of yellow shimmering.

Move Action: Shift to K7

Minor Action: Divine Challenge on K6

Standard Action: Holy Strike vs AC Radiant Damage
Attack Roll - [roll0]
Damage Roll - [roll1]

[Andorien]

Frustrated from her powers failing at such an inopportune time, Lili snaps loudly at the sergeant to break his focus. She ducks behind of the bar to take cover with the elf. Peering out from the side, she thrusts a powerful blast at one of the soldiers surrounding Vorrg, eyes glowing brightly from her empowered attack.

Minor Action: Distract
Target: Sergeant
Effect: Target grants combat advantage to next creature that attacks it before the end of my next turn.

Move Action: To G13

Standard Action: Mind Thrust (Augment 2)
Target: Soldier in I5
Attack: [roll0] Int vs Will
Damage: [roll1] Psychic
Effect: Target takes a penalty to all defenses equal to my Cha (+3) until the end of my next turn.

2/4 PP Remaining

[musicnerd1023]

Cornua vaults the table and charges at the man beside Vorrg holding a spear, and yells at Vorrg,Vorrg, You do not have permission to fall down now Dog-Man!

Minor Action: Inspiring Word

[roll0] healed if Vorrg wants to spend a healing surge
Move Action: Moves to G7 and vaults destroys the table, whichever appears easier.

Athletics Check:[roll1]
Standard Action: Goring Charge at the guy holding the spear

Moves to: J6
Attack Roll:[roll2] vs AC
Damage Roll:[roll3]
Special: The target is knocked prone
Ongoing affect: Rock and a Hard Place

Whenever an enemy adjacent to me misses one of my allies they take 1d10+4 as a free action. Auto hits

[Kylie]

throw save forgotten from last round...

save throw this turn
[roll1]
hit vs reflex
[roll] 1d20+9
damage
1d6+7
warlocks curse
[roll2]

[Lorelli]

Uh oh!
Ella exclaims after seeing the beating the Vorrg takes. She quickly utters words of encouragement to make his wounds seem less significant.

Majestic Word - minor action

Vorrg can burn a healing surge and gain +4 to whatever number that is. He can also be slid one square... if that's helpful.

Ella then focuses on fogging the mind of one of the guards.

Guard in K5
Blunder
[roll0] vs. will
[roll1] damage if it is a hit
If a hit is successful, guard is slid to L5 and Vorrg gets a basic attack on him during the slide. He also gets +2 to his attack roll for that attack.

[SpecChemE]

"Im not a dog" Vorrg growls. Embarrassed he put himself in this situation

Standard action: use a healling surge thay lets me move one square, Id like to move back one square out of the mess.
Move action:attempt to stand up.

[firstclassmail]

The large dragonborn moves forward and radiant light surrounds his longsword. As he brings it down on on the soldier in front of him, a quick parry knocks his attack out of the way, and the radiant light dissipates.

As Ella strikes a soothing note, Vorrg is invigorated and pushed slightly away from harm. Turning towards her enemy, she sends a fanciful melody, but it seems to have no effect on the focused soldier.

Ella heals Vorrg.

Lili turn's her orb and focuses an attack on the mind of the sergeant, but only seems to penetrate a small part of his mind. It does seem to have some effect, however, as he flinches a bit from the assault.

Kylie, unable to put out the fire surrounding her tries to send a barrage towards her quarry, but is too distracted from the flames and misses. As the flames rage on, Kylie becomes visibly distressed.

Kylie takes 5 ongoing damage from fire. She does not roll high enough to put it out. Kylie is now bloodied!

Seeing his comrade used as a pincushion, Cornua booms out a heartening command, boosting Vorrg's fortitude. He then lets out a great warcry and charges forward, bounding over a short table and gores the spear man clear in the midsection, knocking him to the ground.

Cornua heals Vorrg. Cornua hit spear man in K5 for 8 damage. Spear man is prone.

Vorrg surrounds himself in primal power, as his blood boils he feels rejuvenated, and springs backwards away from danger.

Vorrg is no longer bloodied.

[firstclassmail]

As Vorrg seems to slip out of the soldier's line, and a massive minotaur runs into the mass of soldiers, the sergeant yells, "take the horned one down!".

The sergeant moves to the minotaur's side and expertly swipes at the bulky beastman, landing a blow.

Cornua takes 16 damage from enemy in i6. Cornua is bloodied.

The experienced spearman stands up quickly and jabs at Cornua, but Cornua parry's with his hammer.

Cornua turns his parry into an attack and whacks the spearman in the side of the head, drawing a steady stream of blood.

Cornua rock in a hard place ability hits enemy in k5 for 10 damage. Enemy in k5 is now bloodied.

Defending himself from the paladin in front of him, the corporal stabs forward, scoring a hit underneath the arm where plate meets mail.

Xevar takes 16 damage from enemy in k6.

Seeing two of his friends slain by some ranged foe, and having a reinvigorated shifter appear suddenly next to him, the spearman takes a step back and aims a javelin at the gnome playing the funny songs. He leaps forward and the javelin flies, hitting Ella in the arm and taking a chunk with it.

Ella takes 11 damage from the enemy in h10.

Seeing the javelin hit, the mage in the front of the bar aims a fire bolt at Ella, but the bolt hits the wall behind her and misses.

[Sanguin]

Glad to see Varg out of the fire but now worried about the cantankerous cowboy, Hawthorns glares at the noisy overgrown leprechaun that decided to invade his make shift fortress.. deciding to make some distance from the loud little creature he sneaks away.. before launching two more arrows.. this time at the enemy caster once more..

Hawthorn also notes the disturbing stench of roasting half-elf.. ugh.. thats not normal.. :smallconfused:


stealth check (move action)
[roll0]

(warlock as quarry) minor action

arrow number 1
[roll1]
[roll2]

arrow number 2
[roll3]
[roll4]

quarry damage if either arrow hits
[roll5]

also if i hit the warlock i get +1 to all defenses from the warlocks attack..

So they would be:
AC 22, Fort 17, Ref 21, will 18

Should there be an attack on Coruna that looks like i could prevent it with a distracting shot interrupt i will use that encounter power..

[Andorien]

The sergeant's will can not hold out for long. Using the last of her strength, Lili forces her will upon the leader, directing him to attack his underling.

"Flee coward! Your pathetic leader betrays you!"

Standard Action: Betrayal (Augment 2)
Target: Sergeant in I6
Attack: [roll0] vs will
Hit: Slide target to H5. Target makes a melee basic attack as free action against enemy in H4 with +3 to attack AND Damage. Sergeant is also dazed for one round.

0/4 PP left.

[Andorien]

After this battle, Lili must contemplate on why Ioun has betrayed her continuously. She tries again, drawing from reserve power within her orb.

Spending action point.

Using Orb of Unfailing Concentration's encounter power to recover lost PP from missed attack, then spending them again.

Standard Action: Betrayal (Augment 2)
Target: Sergeant in I6
Attack: [roll0] vs will
Hit: Slide target to H5. Target makes a melee basic attack as free action against enemy in H4 with +3 to attack AND Damage. Sergeant is also dazed for one round.

0/4 PP left.

[Kylie]

In a vain attempt, Kylie sees into some far off time in space where they teach little children to STOP, DROP, and ROLL and decides to give it a try. Even though she was terrible at the rolling part. She moves for cover behind the bar and vainly tries to blast her foes.


saving throw
[roll0]
moving to space G14...having issues moving the character.
couldn't see how to do second wind...so guess I'm really hoping the saving throw did well.
hit vs reflex
[roll1]
damage
[roll2]

[musicnerd1023]

Cornua activates his Frost Hammer and swings at the sergeant.

Standard Action:Warlord's Favor

Attack:[roll0] vs AC
Damage:[roll1]
Special: Vorrg gets +5 to hit against the sergeant until my next turn
Free Action:Frost Hammer, Cold, Daily

Damage on Hit:the sergeant takes an extra [roll2] cold damage and is slowed until the end of my next turn
Move Action: shift to J7

[Lorelli]

Ella continues to sing her soothing song, this time directed at Cornua. She finishes with a harsh chord that throws the nearby guard toward Vorrg.

Move: Move to J12

Minor Action: Majestic Word (0/2 uses remaining this encounter)
Target: Cornua.
Cornua can spend a healing surge and regain additional hit points equal to my Cha modifier (+4). He can also slide 1 square, so I will push him to I7.

Standard Action: Impelling Force
Target: Soldier in H10
Attack: [roll0] vs Fort
Damage: [roll1] Force
Hit: Slide the target 5 squares to a space adjacent to one of your allies. Move him to J7. Go flanking!

[SpecChemE]

I got 'em. Voorg turns to engage the enemy that slipped past the line

Move action: Shift two squares to I10
Standard Action: Melee swing
free action: mark enemy
To hit: [roll0]
damage: [roll1]

[Grizama]

Xevar takes a step to get a better angle on the injured foe and unleashes a mighty blow with his sword. He then glares at the corporal, provoking him down to his very soul.

Move Action: Shift to L6

Standard Action: Radiant Smite
Attack Roll - [roll0] vs AC
Damage Roll - [roll1] Radiant Damage

Minor Action: Divine Challenge on K6

[Grizama]

Bolstering himself, Xevar tries another attack against the spearman

Uses an Action Point

Standard Action: Staggering Smite
Attack Roll - [roll0] vs AC
Damage Roll - [roll1] damage
If hit, push the spearman from K5 to I4

[firstclassmail]

Hawthorn sneaks further into the corner of the bar area, hiding next to the backdoor that the group came in. As the battle rages on, he draws two arrows, quickly reveals himself, and lets them loose. They both find their target, hitting the battlemage in the front of the bar.

Lili calls upon her orb and attempts to breach the sergeants will, failing once again to break his training. Frustrated, she slinks behind the bar, shakes her orb violently, stands up and attempts to attack again. Sadly, her attack falls against the sergeants mental wall. The sergeant smirks as he continues to engage the group.
You hear clicking laughter come from your pack. "Fool! I was a fool to believe you to be an appropriate host! Your faith in Ioun is misplaced! This city will swallow you whole."

Kylie stops, drops, and rolls; To her astonishment, and the astonishment of the Divine Pantheon, the fire is extinguished. Emboldened by the lack of flames eating at her flesh, Kylie sends a blast from her wand haphazardly in the direction of her enemies, missing them all.

Cornua lets out a mighty roar, pink beard and all, and gives a mighty upward swing with his hammer. The attack hits the sergeant violently in the face, and the sergeant doubles over and spits out blood and teeth, clearly in pain from the assault. Frost wraps around the sergeant's legs, slowing his movement.

Ella plays a harmonious tune, and Cornua is wrapped in healing melodies, regaining some of his health. With Ella's main attention focused on the healing of Cornua, her forceful chord falls on the enemies' deaf ears.

Seeing his position become flanked, Vorrg leaps back quickly and lands a blow on the spear man behind him.

Xevar moves against the wall, wisely preventing any attacks from behind, and unleashes two radiant attacks, each deflected by the nimble spear.

While the battle on the first floor of the building continues, it is clear the hooded figures up the stairs are losing to the imperial scouts above. One hooded figure is thrown over the balcony and lands in a heap on the bar, the hilt of a dagger protruding from the dead's chest. Fewer and fewer sounds of engagement can be heard upstairs.

As the body falls near you, the hood falls off revealing a young human man with strange tattoos over his face. He is wearing some light leather armor under his cloak.

[firstclassmail]

As the dragonborn paladin moves away from them, the spearman and corporal move to either side of him into flanking positions. The spear man thrusts, while the corporal swings with his long sword. Xevar is able to block the spear, but the corporal scores a hit to Xevar's back.

Corporal hits Xevar for 16 damage. Speaman misses completely.

The sergeant, bloodied from the previous attack angrily assaults Cornua, feinting with his shield while his long sword cuts through Cornua's side, drawing a steady stream of blood once more.

Sergeant hits Cornua for 13 damage. Cornua is now bloodied.

Defending himself against Vorrg, the spearman quickly jabs while Vorrg is off balance, landing a glancing blow on Vorrg's leg.

Spearman hits Vorrg for 9 damage.

Angered by the two arrows stuck in his mage armor, the mage draws a firebolt and directs it at Ella. The bolt flies at too great a speed for Ella to dodge, and hits her, flames surrounding her body. The smell of scorched flesh once again fills the room.

Battlemage hits Ella for 13 damage. Ella is not bloodied. Ella is also now on fire.

[Andorien]

Power and spirits drained, Lili feebly attempts to down the bloodied spearman.

Standard Action: Mind Thrust
Target: Spearman in L5
Attack: vs will
Damage: [rol]1d10+5 Psychic

[Andorien]

After missing again, I start heading toward the stairs.

[Sanguin]

Taking note of the fellow and the strange tattoo on his face Hawthorn decides in his immense wisdom that this must have been a set up. Taking only a fraction of a second he jams the bolt down on the back door in case they had the building surrounded and sneaks along the bar getting as close to the singed half elf as his stomach could handle..

Once more he takes aim, this time at the bloody sergeant and with a whole new degree of cold sneakyness..


Uses (fast hands ability to lock the door/block door)

Stealth
[roll0]

Arrow 1
[roll1]
[roll2]

Arrow 2
[roll3]
[roll4]

if either arrow hits tack on the quarry and sneak damage and also the 1d8 from the frost bows daily... but if one is lucky enough to be a crit we will stick those damages on the crit roll. If the first arrow hits the sargeant put all the extra on it and then switch the extra arrow back to the mage. :)

[roll5]
[roll6]
[roll7]

should the Sargent get an attack that i might be able to stop on coruna then ill use distracting shot.

[Kylie]

Seeing that the 'allies' upstairs were fairing worse than the band below, Kylie takes a moment to relax and catch her breath. The battle could be far from over. Calm down and focus.


Standard Action:
Second Wind...add 1/4 of life. And +2 to all defenses??

[Grizama]

Seeing a weakened enemy, Xevar's eye glow bright yellow before he swings his sword at the spearman, then shifts away from the corporal in effort to halt the onslaught.

Minor Action: Divine Challenge - Spearman

Standard Action: Holy Strike - Spearman
Attack Roll vs AC - [roll0]
Radiant Damage Roll - [roll1]

Move Action: Shift to K5

[Grizama]

Crit damage as radiant damage

[roll0]

[SpecChemE]

Wanting to remove the enemy from his ranged companions. Vorrg strikes the spearman again.

Standard action: standard melee
To hit: [roll0] vs AC
Damage:[roll1]

[musicnerd1023]

I'm not dead yet you wastrel!

Standard Action: Melee Basic Attack

Attack:[roll0] vs AC
Damage:[roll1]
Move Action: moves to J10

[Lorelli]

"Help me guys!" Ella yells as she tries to put the fire out.

Standard action: Second wind. Heal for 11, +2 bonus to defenses until start of my next turn.
Saving Throw: [roll0]

[firstclassmail]

Lili barely tries to attack as exhaustion from the battle and continued failure overwhelms her. Her psychic bolt doesn't even hit her target but rather flies off into the distance before it dissipates in a pathetic breeze.

You can hear whispers in your mind, "Embrace me, and I will show you ENDLESS POWER!" In your pack you can feel something rolling about frantically.

Hawthorn reveals himself once again and unleashes a whirlwind of arrows, frost trailing two arrows in the air, one finding the bloodied sergeant's arm. With a swirl of his cloak he disappears into the shadows.

Hawthorn hits for 9 damage? I think, you need to be more specific with those rolls, I have no idea what applies where.

Kylie takes a moment and crouches behind the bar, arm shaking, she pulls out a bandage from her pack and wraps it around her wounds, stifling the bleeding.

As Xevar mutters an ancient prayer, radiant light shines about his longsword. In one swell motion he rears back for a mighty attack. As the man raises his spear in defense, Xevar cuts through spear and man, leaving a gaping wound from shoulder to chest. The warrior drops to the ground with a short scream.

Xevar crits and kills the spear man!

Vorrg swipes at the other spearman, but the spearman slides to the right.

Cornua, bloodied, but still able, swings with his axe, but by shear luck the sergeant is thrown back out of the way from an unseen arrow from behind the bar.

Ella pats herself, but the fire rages on, so instead she grabs some salve from her pack and heals her wounds briefly.

Ella still on fire!

[firstclassmail]

The sergeant, in a desperate attempt to fell the minotaur, swings warily and glances off Cornua's armor. The corporal, seeing his sergeant struggle shifts closer, and yells, "Come on sergeant, give him another!"

With that, the sergeant is bolstered, and gives out a warcry, swinging once again. As Cornua is about to be hit, an arrow from Hawthorn's bow comes flying and deflects the sergeant's hand, sword barely grazing Cornua's figure.

Seeing his comrade slain by the paladin, the mage cries out in fury and unleashes a devastating wave of fire that Xevar cannot dodge. Fire consumes what cloth Xevar is wearing, and burns red hot.

Xevar takes 12 damage and is now on fire and bloodied!

Surprised by Vorrg's veracity, the spearman swings his spear low and attempts to trip Vorrg, but Vorrg jumps over the spear nimbly.

Guess it was my turn to miss a bunch. Only one attack landed! Cornua got lucky this time, help him out!

As the battle continues downstairs, a scream of a woman can be heard upstairs.

You're enhanced hearing lets you believe that there is only one set of weapons fighting each other upstairs at this point. All others from before have been silenced.

[Sanguin]

As the sergeant rears up to take one more attack at Coruna Hawthorn lets loose a quick arrow to disrupt the attack!!




Damage to sergeant when he tries to attack Coruna

[roll0]

[Andorien]

Lili throws another attack at the bloodied sergeant before heading up the stairs.

Embrace you? Lili grabs hold of the eye within her pocket while channeling her attack.

Standard Action: Mind Thrust
Target: Sergeant in I7
Attack: [roll0]
Damage: [roll1]

Move Action: heading up the stairs. K10 -> L12. Assuming it's half movement speed up stairs.

[firstclassmail]

As the sergeant rears up to take one more attack at Coruna Hawthorn lets loose a quick arrow to disrupt the attack!!




Damage to sergeant when he tries to attack Coruna

[roll0]



The force of the arrow cuts through the sergeants sword hand, and enters the sergeants eye. The sergeant takes two steps back before crumpling to the floor. The corporal screams, "Press on," desperately.

[Sanguin]

Seeing the sergeant finally go down after being so incredibly annoying.. he has the audacity to give one last villainous command to his troop of brigands, PRESS ON! A half grin spreads across his face, as he says to himself, "Yes sir!" then cartwheels over the bar and moves out towards the wizard where he hopes to get a better look at what is going on up on the balcony.. looking over his shoulder to see what is the commotion on the balcony he fires two arrows that the hot head warlock..


Move Action to E6
Minor Action warlock dude as quarry
(prime shot on warlock +1 to hit)

arrow one
[roll0]
[roll1]

arrow two
[roll2]
[roll3]

quarry damage - gets applied to warlock if either arrow hits but only gets added once.
[roll4]

whom ever I hit, i get +1 to all my defense against attacks from that person.

if arrow one kills the warlock arrow 2 goes at the baddie fighting on the balcony if i can see them, if i can see them let me know cus i might burn an action point to get one more attack off at the villains up there.

[Kylie]

Kylie follows after the blue haired elf in an attempt to seek some revenge on this spell caster...Set me on fire... She grumbled. Hopefully the dang fire whore will blast the elf instead of her. He might look better after being set on fire. No...no...that's mean...be nice...


hit vs reflex
eldritch blast
[roll0]
damage
[roll1]
if hits
warlock's curse
[roll2]

[firstclassmail]

You hear whispers in your mind, "that's better, but more commitment would be needed to truly embrace undeath."

Lili's attack does not seem to affect the spearman. The training of their superior clearly has caught on to most of the soldiers.

Hawthorn's moves forward and shoots two arrows at once. The mage raises his arms, and tries to mutter a protection incantation in time, but is caught in the throat by both arrows. He falls backwards and knocks the door open, falling out of the bar. Peasant's screams from the road can be heard.

On the balcony, you clearly see two figures in some sort of imperial scout uniform jump down and out a back window. There is no further movement on the balcony.

[firstclassmail]

Kylie focuses her eldrich power into her wand and lets a blast fly towards the spearman. Unprepared for the new assault, the blast hits the spearman cleanly in the chest and explodes on impact.

[Lorelli]

Ella rolls around on the floor, attempting to put the fire out. "Seriously guys! Any help I could get would be great!"

[roll0] saving throw against fire!

[Grizama]

Taking a deep breath, Xevar once again dives into danger.

Standard Action: Second Wind - +2 to all Defense and heal for 15 through the use of a healing surge.

Move Action: Shift to K6

Minor Action: Divine Challenge on Corporal

[Grizama]

Xevar makes an effort to remove the flame.

[roll0]

[firstclassmail]

Hey guys, you both put the fire out. But remember, the roll happens automatically every turn for saves. You can assist someone on your turn to give them a better chance. But you can still do a minor, standard, and move action even with a saving throw.

As the battle rages on, most of the imperial soldiers have been slain. You can no longer here any commotions on the balcony, and it seems that the corporal has noticed this as well. "Retreat," he yells before making a dash towards the door. Before he makes it, the door to the pub bursts open, and a large humanoid figure appears with a great bow in hand. He looses two quarries at once, and seemingly with the assistance of some magic, they both find the remaining corporal and spear man clear in the head, and the two soldiers fall from the barbed arrows.

He ignores all of you and runs up the stairs through the blood and gore. All of a sudden you can hear an anguished scream from the balcony. The barmaid appears from the backroom, shaking in shock.

[Sanguin]

Hawthorn's eyebrows raise as he watches the burly Humanoid shoot the two remaining solders.. Barbed arrows, how clever..

Realizing that they are on the clock he does a quick search of the dead soldiers for anything informative, useful, shiny or food related. Calling up to the barbed fellow that one of his friends was laying on the bar down below.. He then asks the bar maid, "Why did those unpleasant fellows come in here and kill our good shifty friend and, why kill these fellows and why would anyone want to put such a huge tattoo on there face?" motioning to the tattooed gentlemen lounging on the bar..


Perception Check
[roll0]

[firstclassmail]

The bar maid still shaking says, "I suppose they were here for those folk upstairs...they come in and out of here a lot, the cook would know, but he's...he's....DEAAAAAAADDDD." She sobs that last part out.

You find an amber gem on one of the soldiers, as well as a total of 40 gp scattered about the corpses. The figure on the bar is clutching a potion of healing in one hand, unused.

Upstairs you can hear loud footsteps as you can only guess the man is looking for something.

[Andorien]

Lili finishes her long hike up these very tall steps (for her), to see what happened upstairs.

[Lorelli]

Ella sighs and gathers her things after the she realizes the fight has come to an end. She then begins tending to her wounds.

Spending two healing surges to max out my health... Each surge is +11, so that x2 :p

[Kylie]

Now I can get back to girl talk before we were so rudely interrupted. Kylie follows the little gnome up the stairwell. Hopefully the second floor stays intact with the weight of all of them. Her curiosity grew to wonder who all these people were. The time for answers has arrived.

[firstclassmail]

As you approach the top of the rickety stairs, you see the large figure hunched over two of the hooded corpses. The man that came in at the end of the battle was a hulking human. Tattoos, like the ones on the other hooded figures cover his body. Several stitches appear woven in and out of his skin, seemingly from recent fights. His long blond hair is braided, and a great beard adorns his face. Surrounding him are about five corpses of humans that look to belong to the same tribe or clan, all dead and strewn about in various states of injuries. A couple imperial scouts are dead among the slaughter as well, it seems the group upstairs did not go down without some kind of fight.

The man begins to shake with rage as he picks up two of the smaller bodies in either of his armsthat were in the wreckage; he pulls the adolescent bodies close to him. As their hoods fall off, you can see two teenage children, one boy and one girl. Their appearances are strikingly similar to the man holding them. The man lets out a guttural scream, as loud as a dragon, and then becomes calm.

He turns to you and says, "It is not safe here any longer. The Empire's soldiers will show up any minute to investigate the disturbance. Quickly, follow me."

As he says this he drops the two corpses before bounding down the stairs, nearly barreling you over. He lands on the first floor below and heads towards the back door. You can hear him say loudly, "Hurry this way," before his footsteps become dimmer.

Downstairs, the barmaid is holding the cooks headless corpse and crying.

lols Skyrim

[Andorien]

Lili goes downstairs and follows the muscular stranger. We should take the wench, she's seen to much. Vorrg and Xevar carry the wench. Kylie, I saw what you can do and we appreciate your help. Let's cover our tracks. Burn the place down. Rest of us should salvage what we can.

I head behind the bar and shovel the booze into my bag of holding before heading outside with the stranger.

[Kylie]

Being so grateful for the tiny gnome to talk to her, she flies down the stairs. She's not so excited to be following this hulking man with many battle wounds. He's got tattoos all over his face...I bet he eats his buggers too.
Her mind couldn't keep anything straight. Sometimes life made your decisions for you and life was telling her to follow these crazed beings out the door or die.

[Sanguin]

Hawthorn seeing the big fellow not being to interested in what his deceased companions might have had in there pockets, he decides someone should check and and does a very quick search.. along with taking the healing potion..

Then he follows the fellow out the door, seeing as he obviously knows whats going on around here, after handing the bar maid 2 gold coins and telling her that she should either run away to the woods and live in a tree or try and open the tavern again.. but this time..sell only doughnuts..with custard filling and chocolate frosting.. with good strong coffee.. surely even the grumpy soldiers would mutiny if ordered to cause such chaos here again..

Perception check to see if the tattoo people have anything shiny, informative, useful or tasty..
[roll0]

Knowledge nature check to see what amber gem is
[roll1]

knowledge dungeneering to see what gem is..
[roll2]

just curious if i can tell if its anything special..or just loot..

[Sanguin]

Hearing the short loud creature spouting orders, Hawthorn wonders.. why bring her..she looks heavy and burdensome... :smallconfused:

[firstclassmail]

As the large man runs into the backroom, the group hurries behind him. Xevar picks up the sobbing barmaid and runs into the kitchen with everyone else. Inside the kitchen is a hole dug into the floor, a table has been pushed out of the way by the man, and he quickly climbs down a ladder into the darkness. The group, one by one drops down into the dark. The barmaid screams, "wait,"and she wrestles herself from Xevar's grasp with surprising dexterity. She grabs a candle and a jar of oil, and quickly, before Xevar can grab her, douses the kitchen in oil and drops the lit candle. The room is engulfed in flames, and the barmaid jumps down the ladder, Xevar the last to leave the room.

As you climb down the ladder into the abyss, darkness completely engulfs you, someone shuts the trapdoor above you, completely sealing you in. You bump into several of your companions in the tight space. The corridor or room you are in is clearly stone, dank and damp, and smells distinctly of decay and filth. You hear the man say, "dammit all," before he starts rummaging in his knapsack. A strike of the match, and the room becomes light, at least as far as the torch the man just lit will allow you to see.

The man raises his finger to his lips quickly to indicate quite. He looks to either side, and whispers, "the name is Gorn, that sobbing mess is Valerna."

Looking around, you seem to be in the middle of some kind of underground intersection, with four different directions to go. In horror, you realize that on all the walls are rows and rows of long dead skulls and bones. Dripping can be heard from overhead, and scattering of creatures in the distance.

[musicnerd1023]

Looking up (or possibly down) at a god he just KNOWS isn't his beloved Kord,

Yet another dank, dark, damp, drippy place. This is already starting to feel like home.

To Gorn our new de facto "guide",

So what's your deal in all this? If you'd gotten there a little faster things might have went a bit differently, why wait?

Burning 2 healing surges to get back to 40 HP, think I'll lead from the back next time... err, I mean, "protect the squishies"

[firstclassmail]

Looking up (or possibly down) at a god he just KNOWS isn't his beloved Kord,

Yet another dank, dark, damp, drippy place. This is already starting to feel like home.

To Gorn our new de facto "guide",

So what's your deal in all this? If you'd gotten there a little faster things might have went a bit differently, why wait?

Burning 2 healing surges to get back to 40 HP, think I'll lead from the back next time... err, I mean, "protect the squishies"

Gorn looks at Cornua briefly before squinting down the corridor once more, seemingly looking for any signs of danger.

"You think didn't hurry to save my own children from slaughter," Gorn says softly. A look of anger crosses his face.

"Who are you anyways? The only reason I have accepted your presence is the fact you tried to help my tribe. Now I don't see why I shouldn't leave you down here to be lost until your death!"

Valerna steps up for a moment and says to Gorn, "Balhar, the cook found them outside in the alley. The magic wards didn't go off when they crossed the threshold. He brought them in to shelter them so the soldiers wouldn't find them."

Gorn looks sternly at Valerna, "That doesn't answer my question, only raises more; who are you, and why were you at the Savory Shifter at the time of the Empire's attack?"

Gorn grips his great bow firmly, a serious expression on his face.

[Andorien]

Xevar, Cornua, Vorrg, Ella and I are...diplomats...representing the kingdoms of Fina and Purea. Although I fear King Narciar may be lost, they were just attacked this morning as well. We were in the middle of our meal when those goons barged in and slew the cook and we instinctively jumped to action. Luckily Kylie here was on our side, too. We happened to be in the middle of aggressive negotiations when you showed up.

Diplomacy: [roll0]

[Lorelli]

The image of the large man holding his fallen children was still very clear in the mind of Ella. Such a sad, sad thing to happen to those who have barely begun to live. Her thoughts kept her distracted from the other conversation happening in the room.

I'm so sorry for your loss, sir... your children. She said in a hushed tone.

[Andorien]

Lili takes the time to catch her breath from the previous encounter while discussing current events with Gorn.

Extended rest

[firstclassmail]

Realization crosses Gorn's face after Lili's statement, "Arch-Bishop Balvroth must have gated you here, that's how you bypassed our wards. He sent word that he was sending help. This must be rather confusing, you were probably expecting the agents of Fina to be Dragonborn. I suppose some explanation is required. I am the chieftain of one of the original tribes of the three rivers, the Denari. There were three tribes once that lived in these lands, but the Denari are the last. The Empire came from south, across the sea and drove us from our lands. We agreed to be the eyes and ears of Fina during the war ten years ago, when they lost we continued to fight on. It seems they wish to renew this alliance. But it may be too late. The Empire's vast armies march from Purea to attack Fina as we speak, that must be why they sent assassins to kill King Narciar."

Gorn thinks for a minute,"The Denari have tried to connect as much of these catacombs as we could during the war, but many of the passageways have been blocked by the Empire. I'm afraid we will have to find our way out, and only then can we plot to kill the Emporer and put the Empire into turmoil. I only hope that the weakened armies of Fina can withstand for a bit longer."

Gorn looks at Ella and thanks her for her condolences. He also assures her in a crude way, that he will be able to make more. Ella gets a distinct impression that in Gorn's tribe, children are more of property than actual family members.

You cannot take an extended rest, as it has not been 12 hours since your last extended rest (in the castle in Fina). You were sleeping and taking a rest when the assassin attacked. Fwahahaha

[Sanguin]

Seeing the fellow struggling to lite the torch, Hawthorn reaches into his deceptively high capacity satchel and pulls out an ever-burning torch.. eerie green fire light fills the corridor, which just seems perfect for the new surroundings..still its not hot, it couldn't even catch the highly combustible half elf or bard on fire.. these things were always a blast to mess around with.. maybe, just maybe it could catch them on fire.. mhm... caught up in this reverie he notices that the group seems to be more or less at a loss of which way to head..

Gorn, if its just out your trying to go the quickest way would be the way we just came in.. but seeing how some of us have already played with fire enough, he makes a slight bow to the singed folk, I suspect I can help.. you see I once knew a dwarf that liked to drink.. and tell all his dwarfy secrets.. mhm.. to many about dainty lady dwarf beards as he called them..but..short story long I can help if you prefer to lead or lead if you don't..



Dungeoneering Check to start finding the way out.. (either aid or just check pending on Gorn)

[firstclassmail]

Hawthorn lights his ever-burning torch, and green faerie fire dances along the walls. You can see slightly better, with the two torches alight instead of one.

You seem to feel a breeze come from the western corridor. Given your experience with dungeons, you think this might be a way out or the catacombs.

[Sanguin]

So, the question is do you want to explore abit and have fun.. Get to know some of these dear people, he says as he shakes the hand of one of the skellies.. Or go get sweet revenge!! Which if I'm not mistaken should lie in this direction.. As he points in the direction of the fresh air..

[Andorien]

Lili is eager to find some revenge in the directed passage.

[Kylie]

Kylie felt a comfort in knowing her gut had been right to side with the strange group. She eyed the one they called Hawthorn and his green flame. How do you carry that in a satchel? She'd had enough fire for one day. She looked at the bard and hoped that she felt just as uncomfortable. Kylie shifted in place as she spoke. "Will you tell us about them." She knew she was overstepping her bounds with their current deaths, but she needed to hear Gorn's sincerity. Her yearning to hear about something not involving death and despair overtook her. She missed her own family deeply. "Your tribe, your family. What were they like?" Her eyes stared into him. "That's what all of this is for after all, isn't it? The fighting, the cause. It's one worth dying for to all of you."
For a moment Kylie forgot where she was. In this cold, dank passage. She wanted out. She was almost grateful for the odd elf and his mysterious flame. She still eyed him with caution and stuck close to the gnomes.
"Let's get out of here. Lead the way." She spoke to Hawthorn this time.

[firstclassmail]

"We can speak when we are out of this accursed tomb. It is not natural for man to be underground," Gorn says to Kylie.

"Lead on elfman, just take us out of here."

Hawthorne takes the western corridor, and beckons the group to follow. Ahead, he can see only more winding corridors, as his light illuminates a small part of the way. The scenery does not change much as the party continues along the winding corridor. However, the smell seems to intensify and grow as the group moves forward. Eventually Hawthorn notices a large room ahead, with the sound of running water. The smell permeates every inch of the room, and the torch shows the back wall of the room and what seems to be flowing water coming in from one side, with a reservoir in the middle, and flowing water leaving the reservoir on the other. The walls of the room stretch too high for the light to reach. From what you can see, the walls have many holes and crevices from decomposition.

For a moment you think that this may be a dead end, but as the light dances along the walls, you see what looks like a ladder built into the back wall across the room.

Besides the running water, the dripping, and the stench, the room empty as far as the eye can see.

[Sanguin]

Approaching the room Hawthorn thinks to himself..well.. what is that stinky stank.. did Xevar break wind yet again? mhm.. searching his wealth of knowledge he tries to place it..

He whispers back to Gorn, "There seems to be an exit over there, but I don't trust this open space.. and I wouldn't be surprised that whoever has the ladder coming down might have an alarm or two to forewarn.. not to mention what is making that stench or what it might be covering up.".. (he glares at the giant lizard just in case)

Drawing his bow he waits to see what those more suited for the heavy mantel of leadership might do..


For "the" stench and formation of the acloves, was it simple nature or did something help it along..does it look like anything might have been hiding in there or still might be..


Knowledge Nature
[roll0]

Knowledge Dungeoneering
[roll1]

Perception Check
[roll2]

[musicnerd1023]

Looks like that ladder will get us outta here, whatcha waiting for?

Cornua walks along the edge of the water towards the upstream side and jumps across the gap.

Athletics Check: [roll0]

[firstclassmail]

Moving his companions aside, Cornua moves back into the hallway before getting a running start. With a mighty leap, the minotaur flies over the murky water and lands directly in front of the ladder. The barmaid gives a cheer as she sees the minotaur jump across.

No sooner does Cornua clear the water does Hawthorn see movement above. All of a sudden a deluge of rats fall from the ceiling, two groups on the ledges with the group is near, and one next to Cornua. The barmaid gives a shrill cry, "RATS!"

The rats move in waves, but seem to stay within the three groups, seemingly controlled by some higher power. A hissing voice can be heard reverberating off the walls, "who dare disturbs the rat king!"


Jump check: With running start - 32/5 = 6 squares, cleared, but barely!
Sadly, the party was not able to spot the rats climbing about above them, or their overlords, whom you still cannot see! Good news is, the rats spent their ambush turn moving down the wall, so now its your turn!
Initiative: Adventurers first, baddies second.

[Kylie]

"Ugh. This place is NOT sanitary. Do you guys always get attacked like this?" Kylie, detesting the disease ridden creatures stands her ground even though she considers these disgusting rodents more terrifying than the opponents she had fought above ground. She did not want to know what was making those chilling voices either. A puppet master of sorts. That would be where the real danger lie.
She focused her fear into the strange power she was still learning how to encompass. Her fingertips crackled as a burst of dark energy blasted at her foe.


Rats in H9
Hit vs reflex:
[roll0]
damage:
[roll1]
warlock's curse
[roll2]

[Sanguin]

Seeing the Coruna fly through the air with the greatest of ease.. he is reminded of a trapeze artist or maybe a ballerina? Coruna vs the rat king in an epic dance-off! With this imagery in his mind he cant help but to rise up on his toes in an imitation of ballet..shifting out of the reach of the ornery rats he fires one arrow at the plumpest stinkiest of the hoard.. then moves to stand closer to Coruna doing a casual flip over the narrow part of the river Poop.. Just in case it does come down to a dance off, hawthorn would be loath to miss it..

Nimble strike at the rat by Coruna (this lets me shift one square as part of the attack)
[roll0]
[roll1]
[roll2]
(add the 1d6 to joshes rate if i hit) he is my quarry

acrobatics to do a flip over the poop..
[roll3]

free action (quick hands)
stick torch through me belt

[firstclassmail]

Kylie, quick on her feet shoots at the only group of rats she can see as they fall down in the passageway in front of her. The blast hits a couple rats and they fly into the water; many rats still remain in the swarm, however.

Hawthorn, seeing the rats descend, quickly jumps back as he unleashes an arrow at the rats nearest Cornua. The arrow harmlessly enters the mass of rats, somehow going in between the small creatures. The elf gracefully runs along the ledge and flips over the smaller jump as he reaches Cornua's side.

Knowledge Nature: You are in an unnatural area. You are quite sure the animal you are facing is a rat, at least the ones you can see.
Knowledge Dungeoneering: You determine that the water in the middle of the room is very deep, acting as a reservoir of some sort, maybe a water supply for a part of the city. You can tell that the walls of the room are ancient, having been constructed centuries ago.

[Andorien]

Lili tries her hand at playing the pied piper, and attempts to wrest control of the rats from this so called "rat king" and causing them to turn on each other.

Standard Action: Betrayal
Target: Rats in H9
Attack:[roll0] vs Will
Effect: You can slide the target 1 square to a square adjacent to an enemy (since I can't see anything else, just have the group attack each other). The target then makes a melee basic attack as a free action against that enemy, with a bonus to the attack roll equal to my Cha modifier (+3).

[Grizama]

"Gorn, sorry for this." Xevar takes a step forward and lights up the cavern with his breath. During the blast, he makes sure to take a look up to see if anything else was there above him. He then swings his sword at the group of rats, trying to hit as many as possible with the blow.

Move Action: Shift to I9

Minor Action: Dragon Breath
H9 - Attack Roll vs Reflex - [roll0]
Fire Damage Roll - [roll1]
H8 - Attack Roll vs Reflex - [roll2]
Fire Damage Roll - [roll3]
H7 - Attack Roll vs Reflex - [roll4]
Fire Damage Roll - [roll5]

Standard Action: Valiant Strike
Attack Roll vs AC- [roll6]
Damage Roll - [roll7]

[musicnerd1023]

I LOVE!!! Whack A Mole

Viper Strike vs Rats @ B8

Attack:[roll0] vs AC
Damage:[roll]1d10+10
Special: if the rats shift they provoke an AoO no matter what from whoever I want

[firstclassmail]

Lili easily takes control of the rat swarms will and turns the rats against each other for a split moment. The little creatures in front of the hallway begin to claw and bite at each other, diminishing their swarm slightly.

Lili convinces the rats in the swarm to attack each other for 8 damage.

Xevar steps to the entrance of the tunnel and lets loose a mighty fire breath, engulfing the rats directly in front of him. The attack hits the swarm in front of him, and with no where to go the rats take a massive blow, the blast seemingly affects them more than the single attacks of blades and arrows. Gorn dodges out of the way, back against the wall, he calls out in anger at Xevar, "watch it lizard brains!". The remaining swarm that would be caught in the blast seems to dodge it completely.

Xevar brings down his sword, but the swift rats all move out of the way, and he only meets the stone beneath him.

Xevar has bloodied the rats in H9 and dealt 4+10 damage.

Cornua brings down his axe and manages to kill one of the rats. It seems as if traditional single combat weapons do not have a great effect on the mass of rats.

Cornua hits for 18/2 damage.

[firstclassmail]

Gorn curses something about vermin and brings down his greataxe on top of the swarm next to him, and while he hits a few, he doesn't seem to make a dent in their numbers.

In response to his attack, the rats in front of him begin to surge around him, but he is able to scare them off with a quick swing. Distracted by the rats in front of him, however, the swarm behind him manages to climb and claw up his back, scratching in several places. Gorn screams out in anger. As the swarm behind Gorn surges around him, it also moves towards Xevar, but they cannot seem to find any weak points in his armor to bite through.

Meanwhile, across the room, the massive group of rats in front of Cornua start to climb about him, but he manages to shake them off before any real damage could be done.

A shrill cry can be heard from above, "face my wrath intrudersss!"

Several more cries ring out as four figures climb down the walls with great dexterity. They can only be described as some failed experiment, some parts of their bodies grotesquely mutated to look like rats, while other parts remaining the same as a human. Wearing leather armor in some parts and armed with various daggers, short swords, and even morning stars, they descend upon the party members in the room.

As one lands behind Cornua, and bites him from behind, teeth cutting through armor as it reaches the flesh underneath. Cornua feels the slime and filth from the rats mouth coat his skin. The ratman unlatches quickly and raises his morningstar.

Cornua, you are now poisoned. Please roll a saving throw at the end of your next turn.

A similarly armed ratman drops next to Hawthorn, and the surprised elf is unable to dodge a vicious bite, and the maw of the rat takes a hunk out of Hawthorn's side. Remnants of whatever the ratman last ate are left in the new teeth marks on the elf's body.

You are now poisoned, please make a saving throw at the end of your next turn.

A rat-thing with a short sword drops near Gorn, behind the swarm of rats. Muttering some incantation, the ratman's eyes glow yellow as he gazes at Gorn. As Gorn's head turns to meet his new foe, his body all of a suddenly goes limp and slumps against the wall next to him. Gorn lets out what can only be described as a loud snore.

Another rat man swings down near Xevar and lashes out with a bite, only for his face to meet a raised shield.

[Sanguin]

Hawthorn, irritated at his lazy band of misfits and them leaving Coruna out to dry, it seems like they would learn we need to at least stay in a pack of 3 to fight at all effectively..

Smirking at the rat, he says.. "You know i bet you could attracked some lady rat people and maybe even be the rat king some day if you considered showering once a year."

Saving throw
[roll0]

Twin Strike at the rat biting me.
[roll1]
[roll2]

[roll3]
[roll4]

if either arrow hits,
[roll5]

minor action: he is my quarry
I also get prime shot on him +1 to attack

i also get +2 to attacks of opportunity.. so defenses go up by 2.

[Andorien]

Lili continues her assault upon the nearest bunch of rats, and moves further forward behind the large dragonborn to see what keeps making these threats.

Move action: move up to behind Xevar

Standard Action: Betrayal
Target: Rats in H9
Attack:[roll0] vs Will
Effect: You can slide the target 1 square to a square adjacent to an enemy (since I can't see anything else, just have the group attack each other). The target then makes a melee basic attack as a free action against that enemy, with a bonus to the attack roll equal to my Cha modifier (+3).

[Kylie]

"Die you stinking rats! Kylie did not want to get bit and become one of those nasty vermin. She was going to try knocking out the path to help Gorn and the others.


Rats in H9
if they are already dead...rats in H10
Hit vs Reflex
[roll0]
damage
[roll1]
warlock's curse
[roll2]

[firstclassmail]

Hawthorn, surprised at the sudden attack, desperately unleashes two arrows. The two point blank shots both hit their target, frost extending from the points of contact.

Hawthorn hit for 27 total damage. Bonus AC against the ratman in the square next to him.

The rat swarm in front of Xevar is able to deflect Lili's mental attack, the rat king's influence too powerful for this round to lose his grasp again.

Squinting through all of her comrades, Kylie unleashes an eldrich blast from her wand, but it sails harmlessly over the rat swam closest to her, dissipating in the distance.

Vorrg yells from behind the group, and pushes through Kylie, Lili and Xevar. "Out of my way," he growls. He bashes his warhammer against his shield and a monstrous sound like thunder fills the chamber; at the same moment, Vorrg's form flashes into lightning, and he reappears in the square next to the ratman engaged with Hawthorn. Vorrg brings down his warhammer on the ratmans back, an audible crack heard throughout the chamber. The ratman squeals as he coughs up blood from the attack.

Move: To I9 through Xevar
Standard: Thunder Step (daily)
Damage: 20 to ratman in C12
ratman is now bloodied.

[Grizama]

Reaching a hand out, Xevar lets the power of Kord heal Gorn. He then makes a divine, threatening gesture towards the pack of rats in front of him. He then comes down with his blade with a divine grace.

Minor Action: Lay on Hands - Gorn
I spend a healing surge, and he gains life equal to his healing surge value.

Minor Action: Divine Challenge on H9
If it doesnt attack me, it gets -2 to attack and takes 5 radiant damage.

Standard Action: Holy Strike
Radiant Damage Roll: [roll0]
Attack Roll vs AC: [roll1]

[Sanguin]

Seeing the were-rat coughing up blood makes Hawthorn think that the punk is not feeling so well.. and looses two more arctic arrows at the evil rat..


(Action Point Used)
[roll0]
[roll1]

[roll2]
[roll3]

Also, not mentioned on the previous post, my AC versus that the were rate I am facing for the AOO will be 24 and all my defense go up against if if we don't manage to kill it. So, AC would be 22.. and fort, will, reflex would also go up one vs that enemy.

As an aside, if the were-rat (B10) that is facing Coruna looks to be attacking and I can stop if from hitting him I will use the distracting shot encounter power to do so..

[musicnerd1023]

Cornua turns on the rat that just bit him and lets out a howl of rage as he tries to pulverize this creature.

Saving Throw:[roll0]

Standard Action:Martial Doom on Rat-thing in B10

Attack:[roll1] vs AC
Damage:[roll2]
Special: attacks from action points against this target until my next turn deal 5 extra damage and the target grants combat advantage to everyone until my next turn

Action Point:Warlord's Favor

Attack:[roll3] vs AC
Damage:[roll4]
Special: Hawthorn gets +5 to his this rat until my next turn

[firstclassmail]

Xevar reaches out to Gorn and offers apologies through a quick prayer. As he murmurs his words of revelation, Gorn is healed of his burns. Turning toward the rats in front of him, Xevar barely misses with his longsword.

Emboldened by Vorrg at his side, Hawthorn unleashes two more arrows at the bloodied ratman, one hits directly in his eye socket, the other centered on his chest. As the ratman falls off the ledge and into the water below, a trail of icy mist follows the path of the arrows and into the depths.

Hawthorn hits twice and kills the ratman in C12.

Cornua brings down his mighty axe with a great yell and scores a vicious gash on the creature. The creature squeals in pain as a target mark appears on his back by some form of command from Cornua.

Cornua misses with first attack, but the action point hits. +5 to Hawthorne attacks against this creature till Cornua's next turn. Cornua hit for 24 damage.

[firstclassmail]

The rats to the north of Cornua surge once more towards him, biting and scratching viciously all over his legs with poisonous intent. A steady stream of crimson appears from Cornua's cuts.

Cornua takes damage and is now bloodied. He is also poisoned once again. Please roll a saving throw.

The ratman's wounds to the south of Cornua appear to close slightly, and he looks a little refreshened. In revenge, he brings down his morningstar, but misses as the minotaur deflects the attack with his axe. The rats then retreat backwards as if commanded by an unseen foe.



The swarm of rats to the north of Gorn attack the unconscious man in a wave of teeth.

Gorn takes critical damage because he is unconscious. He fails his saving throw to wake up.

The swarm of rats closest to Xevar once again assault surrounding enemies. They fail to penetrate the dragonborn's armor, but the unconscious Gorn is easy prey as the swarm over him, covering him from view for the duration of the assault. The rats then retreat backwards as if commanded by an unseen foe.

Gorn takes critical damage because he is unconscious. He once again fails his saving throw to wake up after the damage. Xevar, please take an attack of opportunity on the bloodied. rats.

The ratman farthest north moves next to the sleeping Gorn, and brings down his shortsword with wicked intent, cutting into Gorn's arm. The pain wakes Gorn up finally, and he screams out in horror at his new wounds.

Gorn takes critical damage because he is unconscious. He wakes up with a saving throw! He is still prone.

The ratman to the south of Gorn shifts closer to him and stabs him with a strange curved dagger. The dagger cuts through hide, skin, and bone all the way to the hilt before it is withdrawn. Gorn, desperate for help, cries out, "this can't be the end!" Ribbons of blood pour out of his side.

Gorn is now bloodied, and still prone, and taking ongoing damage.

[Sanguin]

Seeing the were-rat facing Coruna being very exposed he decides to try and put an end to the beast straight away.. aiming his subzero arrows straight into the rats cerebral cortex, brain freeze?!? Muahahah!!!


Minor action
change B10 to be my quarry target

standard action
Encounter Power - Twin Fang Strike..

[roll0]
[roll1]

[roll2]
[roll3]

if both arrows hit then he suffers another 3 damage from my infinate wisdom.. well my 3 wisdom?

if either arrow hits add..
[roll4]

i will have +1 to all my deffences on attacks from this fellow.

If I can prevent an attack on Gorn using Disruptive strike I will go for it..

[Andorien]

In a desperate bid to save the dying Gorn, Lili makes a powerful assault upon the mind of the filthy ratman stabbing him, forcing him to attack the distant vermin.

This is my chance, please don't fail me now!

Standard Action: Betrayal (Augment 2)
Target: Ratman in H10
Secondary Target: rats in H12
Attack:[roll0] vs Will
Effect: You slide the target a number of squares equal to your Cha modifier (+3) to a square adjacent to an enemy. (Move the ratman to G12) The target then makes a melee basic attack as a free action against that enemy, with a bonus to the attack roll and the damage roll equal to my Cha modifier (+3). The target is also dazed until the end of your next turn.

2/4 PP remaining

Throw in some hateful threats while I'm poking around in his mind. Dark, twisted visions,
Intimidate: [roll1]

[Andorien]

Ella rushes forayed to aid Gorn, a song of encouragement on her lips, while throwing a misdirecting strike at the filthy man.

Move forward to H10

Minor action: Majestic Word on Gorn.
Effect: The target can spend a healing surge and regain additional hit points equal to your Charisma modifier(+4). You also slide the target 1 square. (Not sliding him)

Standard Action: Misdirected Mark
Target: ratman that Lili moved to G12
Hit: [roll0] vs reflex
Damage: [roll1]
Effect: target is marked by Xevar

[firstclassmail]

Hawthorn, will the help of Cornua's mark, unleashes a barrage of arrows that both find their quarry. The force of the arrows hits the ratman's back and he is flung forward into Cornua before falling to the ground.

Hawthorn with a stunning 44 damage kills the ratman!

Lili points her orb of power at the ratman stabbing Gorn and takes over his mind, moving him to the south to attack his allies. As he steps over the rat swarm he makes a swift attack, claiming the lives of several of his master's pets.

Lili moves her target to G12 and does 4 damage to the ratswarm nearest that square.

Ella moves forward and strums a beautiful chord, as it travels to Gorn and reaches his ears, his wounds close a bit from the arcane melody. Turning to the ratman that Lili manipulated, she lets loose a discordant tune, confusing and manipulating the beast.

Ella heals Gorn for 14. ella does 8 damage against ratman that was specified and the thing is marked by Xevar.

[firstclassmail]

Vorrg leaps over the small channel and barely finds his footing on the other side. He swings his warhammer but misses just short of the ratman.

[Kylie]

Kylie's anger raged at the rat king trying to hurt their new found friend. A purple flame danced through her fingers. This is new.she thought.


Move to H8
Eldritch Rain
Targets:
H5 & H7
Hit vs Reflex for H5:
[roll0]
Hit vs Reflex for H7:
[roll1]
Damage for both:
[roll2]
Warlock's Curse for H7:
[roll3]

[musicnerd1023]

Cornua shouts over to Gorn trying to get him going again and also trying to get himself back in the fight. Weren't you just threatening the lot of us? I'm less than impressed. We've had plenty worse than these stinking rats!

Gorn gains [roll0]+his surge value in health
Cornua gains [roll1]+11 health

This is 2 minor actions, 2nd minor in place of my movement


I throw my +1 Challenge Seeking Hammer at the rat man at H7


Attack:[roll2] vs AC
Damage:[roll3] add [roll4] if this is the first damage the target has taken, pretty sure it is.

[musicnerd1023]

[roll0]

Brush your teeth, filthy creature!

[Grizama]

I've always hated rats!

Minor Action: Lay on Hands to Gorn
He heals for his healing surge value at the cost of one of my healing surges (10 surges left)

Move Action: Shift to H9

Standard Action: Use Heal Skill on Gorn
DC 10 to allow Gorn to use Second Wind now
[roll0]

Interrupt Action: Martyr's Blessing
If Gorn gets hit, I take the damage instead.

[firstclassmail]

Kylie moves forward into the room with her companions and casts an eldrich spell. Purple rain begins to fall around the rat-people in the north east of the room. The swarm, given their size avoids the rain, but the ratman is caught under its downpour.

Kylie hits h7 for 15 damage.

Cornua yells words of encouragement to Gorn, words laced with command. At the sound of the words, Gorn bandages himself quickly and staunches the bleeding a bit.

Cornua then launches his hammer at the ratman to the north of Gorn, and hits him square in the shoulder.

Cornua tries to shake off the poison, but is unable.

Cornua does 8 damage to h7.

Xevar moves towards Gorn and divine power bursts from Xevar's hands healing Gorn's wounds even further. Helping Gorn bandage his cuts, Xevar allows Gorn a moment's respite.

[firstclassmail]

The rats near Cornua once again try to attack him, but he is able to fend them off for the time being.

The ratswarm to the northeast of the room climbs on the wall and carefully moves closer towards the group.

Seeing his enemies multiply as they come out of the hallway, the ratman closest to Gorn lets out a vicious squeal, piercing the ears of all nearby adventurers. Gorn, Kylie, Ella, and Lili seem unaffected. However, Xevar clutches his ears and falls to the ground.

Xevar takes 4 damage and is prone.

The ratswarm to the south of Ella begins to move about her, but she deftly dodges the multitude of attacks.

Next to Vorrg, the ratman, turns quickly and stabs the shifter in the stomach twice.

Vorrg takes 9 damage.

[Sanguin]

Watching the frost spreading across the now dead were-rats twitching body he hears Coruna telling the swarm of rats to brush their teeth, a half smile spreads across his face as this mental image sinks in..before he is ripped back to reality from the squeaking of the "Rat King". Glaring at squeaky twitchy fur-ball he decides to try and shut it up..

Splinter Shot
[roll0]
[roll1]

The targets takes -2 to attack rolls.. if I miss it takes half damage and has a -1 to attack rolls until the end of the encounter.. might use eleven accuracy if the damage is high enough and I miss..

knowledge Nature Check, can rats brush their teeth..
[roll2]

[Kylie]

Kylie sees that she is stepping all over Gorn and decides to step on the Lizard man instead. She then shoots her fury at the Rat King.


Eldritch Blast
hit vs reflex
[roll0]
damage
[roll1]
warlock's curse
[roll2]

[Andorien]

Lili's impecable eyesight is able to make out the rats on the far side of the room attacking Cornua. She causes more discord amongst the swarm, attempting to make them turn on eachother.

Standard attack: Betrayal
Target: Rats in B8.
Secondary Target: Themselves.
Effect: You slide the target 1 square to a square adjacent to an enemy (not moving them). The target then makes a melee basic attack as a free action against that enemy, with a bonus to the attack roll equal to my Cha modifier (+3).

Ella decides it would be wised to flee from the rats attacking her, and runs back into the hallway

Standard Action: Total Defense (+2 to defenses until next turn)
Move to K9.

[Grizama]

Reeling from the screech, Xevar's focus returns to the fight. He realizes that a slender figure is standing over him. Xevar stands up out of her way, shifting over Gorn. Xevar glances down at the barbarian, saying, "Get behind me!" Xevar then turns to filthy rat in front of him.

Movement Action: Stand Up / Shift to H8
Since there is someone standing over me, standing up gives me a free shift.

Minor Action: Divine Challenge on H7

Standard Action: Holy Strike
Attack Roll vs AC - [roll0]
Radiant Damage Roll - [roll1]

[musicnerd1023]

Realizing his friends are now in danger Cornua attempts to finish of these rats and move closer to his allies.

Standard Action: Viper's Strike

Attack:[roll0] vs AC of B8
Damage:[roll1]
Special:If the target shifts an ally of my choice gets to make a free AoO

Move Action: Shift to B10

Poison Save:[roll2]

[firstclassmail]

Hawthorn peers across the water at one of the wererats and quickly lets loose a special arrow stored in his quiver. The arrow flies swiftly across the water, and as it hits the wererat, it splinters into pieces, piercing several places. The wererat curses in an unknown squeal and fumbles about, clearly disoriented.

Hawthorn hits in H7 for 15 damage. The target is now bloodied.

Knowledge Nature: The term brushing teeth is unknown to Hawthorn. Clearly Hawthorn is going slightly insane.

Kylie, takes one step back and aims her wand at the wererat nearest Xevar. A magical blast consumes the wererat. As the wererat screams the eldrich fire completely consumes the form, disintegrating it from existence.

Kylie hits for 18 damage and kills the wererat in H7!

The rat swarm nearest Cornua responds to Lili's command, clawing and biting at each other.

Lili hits B8 for 10 damage.

Xevar rushes over the healthier Gorn and attempts to strike the rats in front of him, missing completely, the radiant light on his sword dissipating harmlessly.

Xevar misses. Not only because the wererat is dead, but because the roll.

Cornua brings down a his axe, only to find air as the rats quickly dodge his assault.

Cornua misses.

[firstclassmail]

As the battle rages on, and Kylie disintegrates another wererat, your minds are filled with a horrible voice, "no one will control us! Doom upon the street dwellers!".

The adventurers look up in horror, as a grotesque being slowly lowers itself from the ceiling above. Thousands of rats all melded together in a ball of fur and feces hangs above you like a grotesque chandelier. Several wererats are molded in with the group, human and hybrid shapes, a look of constant pain and horror on their un-moving faces. A shrill cry reverberates off the shaking walls as all of the pained figures screams at once. As this happens, the great form begins to shake, and a phsycic blast engulfs the whole chamber.

Enters the rat king!

Cornua, Hawthorn and Gorn resist the psionic blast. The other adventurers are not so lucky. Those hit in the party experience a massive mental assault, pain wracking their bodies as they fall prone. Valerna grabs her head and screams in horror. All of sudden, her eyes bulge as her skull expands, exploding like an overgrown watermelon. Her limp figure falls to the ground.

Vorrg, Ella and Xevar are now all bloodied. All adventurers hit with the attack are thrown back 3 squares (if possible), and are now prone.

Seeing their king arrive, the rats surge forward as if by command. The rat swarm nearest Cornua moves in to engage, clawing and raking his legs.

Cornua takes 9 damage, plus 3 damage from ongoing poison. Please make a saving throw on your next turn.

The wererat nearest Vorrg jumps towards him and bites at his neck, drawing copious amounts of blood.

Vorrg is hit for 7 damage.

As the pain engulfs him, Vorrg roars in fury, transforming into a more feral self. Dropping his warhammer, he reaches out with elongated claws at the wererat. The attack viciously rips through the wererats chest.

Gorn, seeing the horror in front of him, lets out a loud yell, stands, and spins his greatsword deftly around Xevar, aiming at all the enemies around him. His greatsword cuts through the swarm to the south of him, sweeping the remaining rats into the current below. The rat swarm to the north of him takes a massive strike, as they appear severely weakened. Finally, the rat king takes a mighty slash from Gorn, and reels backwards in pain, swinging to and fro from the assault.

Gorn kills ratswarm in H9, bloodies ratswarm in H7 and hits the rat king.

In retaliation, the bloodied ratswarm seethes forward to both Xevar and Gorn. Xevar is able to fend them off with his shield, but Gorn is exposed from his attack, and is bitten and clawed several times.

Gorn laughs maniacally and screams, "The chieftain of Clan Denari will not die here to the likes of you!"

[musicnerd1023]

As the rats move towards him Cornua requests covering fire.

Attack:[roll0] vs AC of B9 rats
Damage:[roll1]
If this by chance killed the rats then I would have taken no damage and would tell Hawthorne to instead shoot the king.

Standard Action:Direct the Strike

Hawthorne, shoot them again!
Attack:[roll2]
Damage:[roll3]
Move Action: Shift

Move to B11
Poison Save:[roll4]

[Sanguin]

Having no urge to resist Coruna's Bullish command Hawthorn fires two arrows as directed..

First Command from Coruna (if rats are dead then goes to Rat King)
[roll0]
[roll1]

second Command from Coruna (if rats are dead then goes to Rat King)
[roll2]
[roll3]

[Sanguin]

Seeing the Rat King descend and dodging its nasty mental assault Hawthorn decides to try and slow the creature down.. hoping that Vorg can hold out against the onslaught of the remaining wererat..


Hunters Bear Trap:
[roll0]
[roll1]

If hit, the creature takes on going 5 damage and is slowed. save ends.
If missed the creature takes half damage and is slowed until the end of my next turn.

Also if I miss im going to use my elven accuracy.. to try and hit it anyway..
[roll2]

These are ice laser beams as were the early attacks granted from Coruna.. anything that I hit, all my defenses go up by one against attacks from it until the end of my next turn..

AC = 22, Fort = 17, Ref = 21, Will = 18

Also, If i can prevent anyone from croaking by using distracting shot I will do so..

[Andorien]

Both Lili and Ella disappear after getting hit by the psychic blast. Unseen, they both stand up, and patch up for the coming fight.

Ella and Lili's actions:
Immediate action: Fade Away, in response to taking damage. (I am invisible until I attack or until the end of my next turn)
Move action: Stand up
Standard action: Second Wind (Effect: I spend a healing surge and regain hit points equal to my surge value. I gain a +2 bonus to all defenses until the start of my next turn.

[Kylie]

Kylie stands up and shoots for the rat king.


Flames of Phlegethos
Hit vs reflex
1d20+9
Damage
3d10+7
Warlock's Curse
1d6
Effect: Target take 5 ongoing fire damage

[firstclassmail]

Hawthorne unleashes several volleys at Cornua's command, some find their quarry within the rat swarm, but some miss.

Hawthorn hits for 14 damage.
I noticed your equation in the excel was broken. You are actually bloodied. I'm not sure how it broke, but it looks like someone manually inputted a value. (Maybe me by mistake, no idea).

Hawthorn takes a bear trap from his pack and throws it towards the rat king. As it hit, it clamps shut around one of the lower rats and cuts through flesh.

Hawthorn hits for 25 damage. Rat King is also slowed.

Kylie rears back her wand and spins it several times around her head, forming a vortex of purple flames. As she unleashes the flames they travel towards the rat king, hitting, and setting the beast on fire.

Kylie hits for 24 damage, rat king is on fire.

[firstclassmail]

The rat swarm nearest Cornua advances towards him with menacing squeals. Cornua is able to beat them off of him before they do any real damage.

Also, Cornua is no longer taking ongoing damage because of your save.

The rat swarm near Gorn and Xevar attack once more. Gorn, protecting Xevar while he is prone, swings his greatsword batting the rats away.

Locked in a fierce battle, the remaining wererat feints with his left fist, while his right hand, holding a dagger, slides under Vorrg's leather armor biting deeply. Vorrg pulls back, blood seeping from the wound.

Vorrg takes 10 damage and is very bloodied.

As flames lick around the rat king from Kylie's fire, the form begins to shake and two rats are thrown out of the group towards Gorn and Xevar. Xevar raises his arm in defense and the rat bounces off his armor. Gorn, however, is not as quick, and the rat latches onto his head, clawing and biting for some unseen purpose. The flames go out around the rat king, but the self imposed monarch seems to be severely damaged from the fire.

Gorn takes 2 whole damage!

The rat king is now bloodied!

Seeing the tide of battle turn, the rat king swiftly attacks again. Two more rats fly from its form, one landing on Xevar's head, clawing and ripping Xevar's exposed flesh. The other towards Hawthorn, but the elf steps quickly out of the way.

Xevar takes 7 damage, and has 5 ongoing damage. Please make a saving throw next turn.

Gorn, plagued by a feral rat on his head, swings his great sword at the rat king, hitting brutally.

Gorn hits for 9 damage.

Vorrg lets out a feral roar, and his wounds begin to close by some primal power, slightly staunching the bleeding.

Vorrg uses a healing surge. Vorrg also uses Longtooth shifting and gets regen 2 and +2 to defenses.