Red Hand of Doom [5e][IC]

[Chambers]

Red Hand of Doom.

Doom.

Doom.

The letter from the burgomaster arrived blood stained but it wasn't intended for you. The messenger was dead in the saddle but had managed to lash himself to his horse before he was too weak to hold on. Fleeing whatever fight had pierced her riders side the horse followed the familiar road out of the Vale, herself kept alive by look and the favor of whichever god or goddess watches over fools and desperate men.

The horse greeted your own just as you were breaking camp, yourselves having arrived in the outskirts of the Vale proper just the night before. The merchant you were guarding on the western road took one look at the letter and its dozen equally blood soaked brothers and offered double pay to escort him back the way you came. Three swordsmen and a fearful priest took him up on the offer and left before the cook fire had cooled, the priest offering a hasty blessing and the merchant both promises to carry the letter to the nearest Keep and curses at your damn fool heads.


- - -

A Call to Arms! Brothers and Sisters of Peace, Nobles and Common Folk, All Defenders of the Realm, Harken!

The Horde has arisen in the Wyrmsmoke Mountains aside Elsir Vale. Uncounted numbers of blood crazy goblinoids and their tyrannical Wyrm overlords gather a Doom that will consume the Realm in fire and pain. These are no mere reports of drunk farmers, I have seen the waiting Horde with my own eyes and they stretch from Peak to Peak!

Send all Brave Peoples to our defense and together we can stop the Horde before they raze the Vale and escape its confines to burn the Realm. With Haste there is victory. With delay, there is only death.

Signed,
Burgomaster Jarmaath, Lord of Brindol Keep


- - -

Whether for private reason of vengeance or oaths of protection of the innocent and the wild you gathered your courage and took the road east while the merchant rode west. The road is well traveled and well kept and a hard ride brought you along the banks of the Elsir River as it paced the road. The wasteland over the plains to the south keeps the roadside clear of dwellings but as you followed the river closer inside the Vale you saw the beginnings of civilization. Farms and mills are sparse along the river and each you pass is either deserted, razed, or both. Signs of bloody battle are clear at each one though no bodies remain, only scuffles in the dirt and pools of blood, some still drying.

The sun is beating out the last rays of afternoon as the woods begin to reclaim the farmland along the road, the high spires and peaks of the Wyrmsmoke Mountains raising above and behind you.

[Foodle]

Warwick, Human Ranger

Warwick turned in the saddle and looked over his shoulder, Cowards, he thought towards the remnants of the caravan fleeing from the battles to come. How do you win glory to your name when you flee? What woman would want the children of such a man? Pushing his dark red hair from his face, he looked in turn at each of those riding around him that chose not to flee and smiled behind his beard, for these people knew what it was to live! A life huddled behind stone walls for fear of the world is no life worth living.

He sighed then, looking at the signs of battle around him. Might not be anything left to fight. Bending forward he rubbed Fleet's neck reassuringly, she was no war trained steed as were some of the mounts his companions rode, but she'd been with him long enough on hunts and dragging kills that she wouldn't shy at the smell of blood.

"Are we too late?" he asks quietly to those riding near him.

Gazing at the aftermath of battle along their path, Warwick stopped and dismounted briefly at a couple of battle sites, checking for signs or tracks that might hint at what was doing battle here, before mounting and riding forward to the others. No bodies, and that worried him because they were either coming up behind an organised army that's carting away the dead, or worse, whatever is beating back the defenders is eating the dead as they go.

Survival to check for tracks/signs of what was fighting: [roll0] | Advantage *if* they're Goblinoid [roll1]

[Chambers]

West of Drellin's Ferry

The signs of the battles read like open pages of a book to Warwicks trained eye. Unlike most stories, the same tale was told over and over again. The attackers crept through the woodline in a number of groups, the smallest a pair, the largest a dozen. When no quarry was in the yard they surrounded the house or barn and stormed in to find them at dinner, rest, or work. While the fighters with booted feet spilled blood, smaller goblin feet rushed from the trees and ransacked the houses, leaving with more weight than they came in. Other groups of goblins went to the pen but instead of killing the animals they bound them and led them away. Hounds raced through the woods bringing down those that try to flee.

When all were slain or captured the attackers gathered up the dead and led the slaves (who carried the corpses) away back into the woods. All the trails lead to the river and once on the other side head straight into the foothills of the Wyrmsmoke Mountains. Nearly all the blood spilled is red, except for one farm. Two large pools of greenish black blood lay on the ground in front of the burned house. From it's sight and smell, Warwick knows the name of these foes: Hobgoblins.

[DSCrankshaw]

Astar Stonehold - Dwarf Paladin

Astar looks at the grim testament to war around him. It reminds him of Ynrol after the raiders hit it, but those raiders had been human, or mostly so. These were goblins. From what he had heard, they were nastier to the prisoners they captured. To the dead, too. He did not like the fact that they were carrying the dead off. There were a number of things goblins could do to enemy dead, none of them good.

He looks at his companions. They were hard people, every one of them. If it came to fighting, he had no doubt that they were capable. And he had no doubt that there would be fighting.

"How far do you think it is to Brindol Keep?" Astar asks. "I suspect we may need to take shelter somewhere else tonight."

[Surrealistik]

"A vanguard of naught but cowards and brigands, preying on the defenseless." Sneers an opulent looking half-elf, as his eyes pan across the varied scenes of devastation. The contempt souring his features is matched only by the resplendent finery of his clothes, costly even to an untrained eye, an artfully wrought ensemble comprised of fine silks, dyed in black, gold and crimson. As though voicing agreement, a jet raven perched upon his shoulder offers an indignant sounding caw, evidently well domesticated as it displays none of the skittishness characteristic of a bird of its kind, even among those retained as pets. Its head moves about in a strangely calm, measured way, as though likewise assessing the damage wrought.

As Warwick's query reaches his ears, Garathos turns to regard the man, responding by way of a dour nod. "It would seem that way. Too late perhaps to save these innocents, but certainly not to avenge them." Looking off towards the east, eyes flitting between the worn path and dense woods, the nobleman's face bears a frown of naked concern, clearly perturbed by something.

"I must admit, the idea of staying upon this trail in plain sight fills me with apprehension... should these transgressors lurk, or encroach upon us from the foliage, our situation would be precarious indeed."

He looks towards the bird couched on his robes, inclining his head at the animal; a testament to its superb training, it appears to echo its owner's gesture with a reciprocating crook of its beak.

"Perhaps it would be wise to send forth my companion here, that he might gauge what lies ahead?"

Garathos' eyes again trace the tree line, replete with worry.

"Beyond that, do you feel we might make our way through the woods?"

[Foodle]

Warwick, Human Ranger

"Hobgoblins!" he curses in his soft voice, emphasizing his disgust by spitting to the side. This was no battle, but a slaughter. Which was typical of the goblinkin, cowards all unless they possessed the greater numbers needed to overwhelm their foes.
Warwick looked up towards the sky marking the fading sunlight and then to the trees on the edge of the forest. Turning to the dwarf he shakes his head slowly not knowing the answers while thinking carefully on the risks of tramping through the tree's in the dark "Not all were slain. Prisoners. Marched off towards the trees," he gestures off to the side "They should leave a clear path. But we are losing light."

He nods then at the half-breeds suggestion. "Aye, send forth your bird. Much time will be saved if she spots any cook fires from the sky. Your magicks let you commune with it yes?"

[Irish Musician]

Satheris (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=18055), Clan of the Flowing Water
Satheris rides with the group, quiet as always. Since he did not grasp the common tongue as those that had lived among it for many years did, Satheris tended to stay quiet. Instead he did what his training had taught him to do...just listen. By just listening, Satheris had picked up enough of the common tongue to be able to communicate with people, but he was still self conscious of his lack of grammar.

Satheris thought nothing of it when the others left, continuing with his group on the mission at hand. When they reached the site of the battle, Satheris' face grows dire and he is immediately put on edge. He pulls out his bow and knocks an arrow, eyes sharp and keeping a watchful eye in case and stragglers have stayed.

As soon as he hears "Hobgolbins" he spits on the ground and makes a somewhat growling sound, <"Hobgoblins......awful, disgusting creatures that have no business living. Naught but cowards and thieves....we shall put them down like the rabid dogs they are, hopefully giving some people to those that lost their lives here."> Of course, those that do not know elven don't catch any of that. Satheris then realizes his slip up and sighs at himself. "Hobgoblins is disgusting. We kill them and revenge these people." Quickly shutting up, Satheris goes back to searching the wooded area next to them, riding up to Garathos, <"We should get off the road while your little companion scouts ahead. Who knows how many of those vile creatures still lurk about. And while one isn't a problem, hundreds would make for a very bad night."> Satheris tended to like Garathos and usually used him to speak to in elven. Satheris had no qualms with half-elves, even though he grew up exclusively around evles, and tended to take Garathos for who he was, as opposed to what he was. Satheris had heard, now that he was out in the world, about elves not wanting to have anything to do with what they called "half-breeds". He never understood this mentality, but he guesses that there is evil of all sorts out there.

Perception to see if he sees any movement around them, or anyone hiding around them [roll0]

[Surrealistik]

Garathos grants an acknowledging nod as he takes in both Sathris and Warwick's opines and observations.

"Hobgoblins? It would seem to fit the crime; such base creatures have no qualms about preying upon innocent farmers and civilians. Beyond that, perhaps more concerning than the nature of our apparent foe, there isn't a corpse in sight; if they made off with these, I fear the worst; do they intend to bolster their ranks with necromancy?"

At Warwick's caution of the setting sun, the half-breed looks towards the sky's far off panorama as though to confirm what is already apparent.

"If safer travel through the woods might impede us, it is a small price to pay for our safety. Fear not about the dying of the light friend, for me and my pet have been gifted vision of unusual acuity; the night will impede us no more than the mid-day sun; more than might be said about our apparent foes. Darkness shall be our ally."

When the woodsman presupposes the noble's capabilities, he responds with a magnificent grin.

"As to your query, I indeed possess the ability to communicate at range with Kaeravak; astutely observed! Though, I am able to do one better."

Gesturing at his shoulder mount, an esoteric motion of his fingers sees it disappear from view entirely!

"Quite a useful trick. I expect it will be particularly handy in our journey to come."

When he sees Sathris canvas the area for signs of a lingering foe, Garathos is likewise inspired into action, head panning about the perimeter of trees and savaged farmsteads.

<"Very wise of you Sathris, it would indeed be prudent to assure the safety of our position. You have my complements.">

He smiles at those who seem unfamiliar with the racial tongue, picking out any looks of befuddlement.

"Ah, please pardon my Elvish; my friend here thinks it best we sweep the area for threats before we head into the woods; I couldn't agree more."


Kaeravak (the Imp) will turn invisible at the conclusion of Garathos' gesture.

Perception (checking for hidden foes), Darkvision 120' (ignores magical darkness), Garathos: [roll0]

Perception (checking for hidden foes), Darkvision 120' (ignores magical darkness), Kaeravak: [roll1]

[Infernally Clay]

Hamza remained silent. There was nothing in the world she hated more than hobgoblins. Wherever the group had gone, Hamza had half a mind to track them down and kill every last one. Thankfully, it appeared she wasn't the only one with that idea. When the half-elf offered to scan the area ahead, Hamza nodded in agreement.

"An invisible pair of eyes will prove handy," she remarked, "We should move quickly, though, in case they plan to meet up with a larger group. We haven't time to waste."

[roll0]

[DownwardSpiral]

Marsec - Human Druid


"Hobgoblins...." he mutters to himself, with a little shiver down his spine. He's glad that he's among allies that seem very competant at tracking and reading footprints. He nods sagely at what is being said, and is content to let the more capable shake things out.

[DSCrankshaw]

Astar Stonehold - Dwarf Paladin

Astar looks around, searching for a good place to defend. He supposes that they can hole up in one of the looted homes if they have to, but he'd rather not if they have other options.


Darkvision 60'
[roll0]

[Chambers]

West of Drellin's Ferry

The raven flaps it's invisible wings and glides through the air, skimming the tree tops as you all leave the road and make your way through the light brush in the woodline. The horses don't appreciate the change in route and Windhunter in particular is vocal with his displeasure, snorting, stamping and giving Astar a hard time just for the sake of being obstinate. The raven is much quieter as it flies above the trees and goes on ahead.

<< There's a house on the other side of the hill you're approaching. Nothing in the woods around it, looks deserted. >> Pause. << I'm up on the roof. Nothing to see. >>

The road turns away from the Mountains and then crests a small rise and descends into a dusty grove in a large, shallow dell. Through the woods you can see the outlines of a crumbling farm house; beyond it the road winds back north east and squinting you can almost see a small something on the river that might be Drellin's Ferry. Something more immediate catches Hamza's attention as she steps into a footprint in the mushy ground, the same booted print that was at all the razed farms. Knowing what to look for now she finds half a dozen more in the woods, all leading downhill towards the farm house. The sun sinks down a little lower and she catches a brief flash of metal somewhere in the woods between the top of the hill and the farmhouse, undoubtly the glint of sun on mail.

Here's a map (https://docs.google.com/drawings/d/18DfrC1JomAXtee9GDmcKBa7HcG_CxtRRkhEtZrdsgNY/edit?usp=sharing). The PC's (minus Kaervak) are not on the map at the moment; you all are just on the top of the hill, represented on the map by the blue circle at the top. That's not an official starting box or anything, you can spread out in a line, bunched up, whatever. That's just your relation to the map.

Kaervak didn't see anything on his way in and is perched on the top of the abandoned farmhouse.

Everyone has editing permissions for the map if you want to put a Letter token tracker for your PC or move it around. I like to use Comments on the Tokens for running damage, buffs, conditions, etc but you don't have to if you don't want to.

[Infernally Clay]

"Hobgoblins just ahead," Hamza whispered as she knelt down, motioning for everyone to get down as well, "How do you want to do this? I'm not really the stealthy type."

[DSCrankshaw]

Astar-Dwarf Paladin

"Normally I would give them a chance to surrender, but considering the slaughter they just committed . . ." Astar whispers. "Perhaps we should give the more stealthy folks a chance to get in position, then ride in and start killing."

[Surrealistik]

Frowning in dismay at his raven having failed to spot the threat that Hamza was able, Garathos assesses the foliage and layout, trying to pick out his hidden foe.

"Let me get prepped and lay down some fire, then you two can barrel in."

The noble makes several hushed incantations as a polished obsidian crystal clasped about his neck 'glows' with peculiar black luminescence, exuding pulses of darkness that flare with each syllable. When his chant concludes, he quickly maneuvers one hand to draw a silken pouch about it.

"Back away if you value your sight... this spell will engulf everything about me in an impenetrable dark the moment I withdraw my pouch."

Garathos casts Darkness upon his crystal implement. He has it presently covered with a pouch.

[Foodle]

Warwick, Human Ranger

Dismounting and nodding to the dwarf's suggestion, Warrick unslings his bow and bracing it against his foot quickly strings it in a single easy movement bespeaking his years of use with the weapon. Hunting a different sort today he thought pulling free a couple of arrows from his quiver, he quietly moves off the path into the trees, making sure to stay in view of his allies and awaiting their signal.

Stealth: [roll0]

Moved my token to the edge of the forest up on the edge of the path, but within the tree's.

[Surrealistik]

Mindful of the effects his sorcery may have on his companions, Garathos quietly draws away into the eastern foliage. One hand fastens upon his pouch, ready to pull away its concealment, while the other prepares to unleash some manner of horrible arcana upon the unsuspecting goblinoids.

Stealth: [roll0]

[Infernally Clay]

Hamza crept as close as she could without making noise, waiting for the signal. Once they were ready, she'd charge at her chosen target and rend him asunder. She was good at that. Especially good when it was a hobgoblin. She made a mental note, however, that one had to be taken alive - Hamza needed to know who Azarr Kul was and where she could find him.

[DSCrankshaw]

Astar Stonehold

Seeing that everyone is ready, Astar urges his horse forward. He says a quiet prayer to Moradin, god of smiths, and then a moment later, his axe bursts forth with light. He clashes the axe against his shield and shouts, "Your judgment is at hand! May the gods have mercy on your souls!"


Action
Use Sacred Weapon on axe

[roll0]

[Surrealistik]

Garathos reveals his implement without a word, causing the warlock to be swallowed in a total and opaque darkness that even the evening sun is powerless to efface.

At that, twin beams of roiling jet fire strobe from the black sphere where he once stood. Both unerringly slam into hobgoblins towards the rear, blasting clean through flesh and armour alike to scour the foliage beyond. Alone, within his shell of night, Garathos feels strangely invigorated upon their deaths, whispered praise crawling across his mindscape that precedes a fleeting sense of invincibility.

Surprise Round:

Action: Cast Eldritch Blast + Reveal implement.
Attack vs HG4: [roll0]|[roll1] (Advantage due to Darkness, ignores all cover due to Spellsniper Feat)
Damage vs HG4: [roll2] (force, magical)
HG4 is Dead

Attack vs HG3: [roll3]|[roll4] (Advantage due to Darkness, ignores all cover due to Spellsniper Feat)
Damage vs HG3: [roll5] (force, magical)
HG3 is Dead

Dark One's Blessing: If Garathos reduces a hostile creature to 0 or fewer hit points he gains THP equal to his Charisma modifier plus his Warlock level (9 THP total).


Initiative (Garathos): [roll6]

Initiative (Kaeravak): [roll7]

[Foodle]

Warwick, Human Ranger

Whispering softly a few small words of power at the Hobgoblin across the path, a mark flashes into existence on it's neck briefly before fading from normal sight. Arrow knocked and bow fully drawn, his other set in the ground in easy reach, Fly true, he prays silently, releasing his hold, then quickly plucking his second arrow from the ground, drawing and loosing in a fluid motion to follow the first.

Initiative: [roll0]

Surprise Round
Bonus Action: Cast Hunter's Mark (Level 1) @ HG2

Action: Attack
Longbow - HG2 vs AC: [roll1] | Adv from being hidden [roll2]
Damage: Bow - [roll3] | Hunters Mark - [roll4]

Longbow - HG2 vs AC: [roll5] | Adv from being hidden [roll6]
Damage: Bow - [roll7] | Hunters Mark - [roll8] | Colossus Slayer - [roll9]

Total Damage:
HG2: 25

[Irish Musician]

Satheris (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=18055), Clan of the Flowing Water
Satheris jumps into action as soon as Astar reveals himself and yells out to the Hobgoblins. <Dwarves>, Satheris thought, <I haven't met a few in the years I have been out, and not one wasn't loud>! This makes Satheris smile.

The Hobgoblin, seeing his friends dropping all around him, looks up to see the monk jumping out of the trees and charging straight for him. Satheris, while not being super intelligent, at least knows enough to think they might want to questions this pitiful beast. So, he goes for the knockout shot....using his hands to subdue the creature, as opposed to shooting it in the face with his own bow.

Actions
Attack - [roll0], dmg [roll1] If this damage drops him to 0, I want to knock him unconscious, not kill him Crit!
[roll2], dmg [roll3] If this damage drops him to 0, I want to knock him unconscious, not kill him
Bonus - Flurry of Blows, Spend a Ki, get two Unarmed strikes (Just in case the first two don't hit. If they do, I do not spend the Ki point)
[roll4], dmg [roll5] If this damage drops him to 0, I want to knock him unconscious, not kill him
[roll6], dmg [roll7] If this damage drops him to 0, I want to knock him unconscious, not kill him
Satheris, after seeing the fear in the Hobgoblin's face, runs right up to it. His hands seems to flow by themselves, punching the goblin square in the nose and then quickly moving just behind the creature and open-palm smacking the back of its head. Satheris then looks around him, making sure there are no other vile beasts around. He then signals to the others that the Hobgoblin is down. "It...is.....sleep," is all he can get out in common, <I have rendered the thing unconscious, he shall be out for a long while I think.>

[DownwardSpiral]

Marsec looks taken a back for a second, watching his allies take out hobgoblins he could barely say were visible. He quickly catches up to his allies in case more are around the corner.




Initiative: [roll0]
move action: move up. (i think I moved my token correctly on the combat tracker, I should be near the monk)

perception check to check if that was the last goblin/hostile.
[roll1]

if there is something, ill take a bonus action to wildshape into a lion. if there's nothing I'll delay (delaying is still a thing right?).

[Chambers]

West of Drellin's Ferry

The hobgoblin's die before they can even shout in surprise, felled by fire, arrow, and fist. Hamza hustles to join Marsec and Satheria at the unconscious hobgoblin and easily hefts him onto her shoulders, knocking the blind made of foliage and tree limbs to the ground. The forest is quiet for a moment before one of the broken shutters on the farmhouse fling open and a hobgoblin sticks his face out. His eyes widen as he sees his fallen comrades and the strangers who killed them. He shouts something in goblinoid and then draws back into the house, banging the shutter closed.

More shouting can be heard from within the house along with thuds and banging. The front door opens a crack and another hobgoblin takes a quick look before shutting it, followed by more hectic shouting.

If you speak Goblinoid...
They're all dead!
What?
Who's out there?
Zarr, what do we do?
Quiet! Form ranks! How many are there?!
4!
No, I saw 5. Darkness, too!
Uth-lar, your blades!
Where'd they come from?
Shut up!

Round 1 (Map (https://docs.google.com/drawings/d/18DfrC1JomAXtee9GDmcKBa7HcG_CxtRRkhEtZrdsgNY/edit?pli=1))
Party
Hobgoblins

[Surrealistik]

Within the pall of dark, Garathos narrows his concentration, mind reaching out to his distant familiar.

<<Find a vantage to look in on the goblins and get their positions. Track them and keep me apprised.>>

At his behest, the raven sweeps the area of the savaged roof until it finds an adequately large hole granting nearly full sight of the farmhouse's interior.

Round 1

Kaeravak's Turn:

Move: Kaeravak moves to a hole per the map.

Action: Kaeravak uses his action to ready a move if the hobgoblins leave the farmhouse.


Garathos' Turn (Contingent on what Kaeravak sees; not yet taken):

With no other threats visible, Garathos advances through the foliage to cover his allies, an opaque black shroud concealing them from harm.

Move: Garathos moves.

Action: Garathos dashes.

[Foodle]

Warwick, Human Ranger

"They're frightened," tilting his head he tries to block out all the other distracting sounds while he listens to the hobgoblins frantic yelling. "One called Zarr in charge," he says quietly to his nearby allies. Then sliding down the rise and quickly crossing the open space, Warwick moves from his spot, wanting to be gone from where the hobgoblins had last seen him. He takes cover again in the trees near one of the hobgoblin corpses on the opposite bank of the path, using the foliage nearby to disguise his location.

Move: Cross the open space of the path to the trees on the other side.
Action: Attempt to hide; Stealth [roll0]

[Chambers]

Kaeravak
Perched on the roof, the raven has a birds eye view of the chaos in the farmhouse below. Half a dozen Hobgoblins are scrambling around trying to hastily don whatever armor they can grab and line up in a defensive formation at the same time. Spears, shields, swords and maces are picked up then dropped then picked up again as a taller Hobgoblin dressed in fine chainmail bellows orders at them. The surprised panic of the soldiers quickly gives way to a somewhat ordered chaos as the sergeant manages to line them up in front of the door, the first rank holding tight to their shields while the second rank readies longspears. A hobgoblin against the back wall readies a crossbow, the tip of the quarrel trained at the closed door.

Apart from the hustle of the soldiers stands another Hobgoblin, this one dressed in hardened leather. Though he carries himself with the same discipline that all soldiers do his bearing is calm. His eyes are half shut as he reaches into a pouch at his side and pulls out a loose mixture of darkened dirt and throws it over the sergeant, his voice low as he recites some ritual in the goblinoid tongue.

Kaeravak - The raven can make an Intelligence (Arcana) check to identify the spell.
Shield of Faith.

Map updated. Surr, can you post a link to the tokens so I can grab them and put them up when needed? Appreciate the map help. :smallsmile:

[DSCrankshaw]

Astar Stonehold - Dwarf Bard

Astar is glad he remained mounted. Otherwise he wouldn't be reaching the battle until it was over.

"Yah, yah!" he yells, and Windhunter bulls his way through the undergrowth and down the embankment. Once on the road, they run, dashing down the road and then up the path toward the house. It's only then that Astar pulls Windhunter to a halt and leaps off. He plants himself right outside the door and clashes his axe against his shield.

"Come and get me!" he shouts at the house. "Or I'm coming in after you!"


Windhunter
Move and take a dash action

Astar
Move
Dismount and move

Action
Ready an attack against any Hobgoblin that gets close to him.

Readied action
If I'm reading the rules correctly, Astar can attack twice even with a readied action, so he'll use both.
Since he has Sacred Weapon up and running on his axe, he gets a +3 bonus to hit and it counts as magic

[roll0] [roll1]
[roll2] [roll3]

[Surrealistik]

As the group prepares to descend upon the farmhouse, Garathos issues a warning:

"A little bird tells me there's eight of them holed up in there. All are mounted up on the door, ready to attack anyone who comes through. First rank has shields and swords, the second, longspears. One has a crossbow. Leader's wearing quality chainmail. There's also a caster in hardened leather; not sure what kind, but he imbued 'Zarr' with some kind of enchantment."

Regarding his implement, the warlock twiddles the shard of smooth obsidian with an absent minded gesture, dull crimson flaring up where his fingers touch, a frown articulating discouragement at the obstacle between him and his foes. He then moves forward, gaze sweeping across the homestead as though in search of some vulnerability. It isn't long before his sharp eyes find their quarry, settling upon the contours of a hobgoblin. Thrusting his crystal forth, two further rays of dark flame scream out from its depths, one tracing a precise trajectory through the trees and window to hit its mark while the other narrowly misses by inches, scalding the wall beside its intended target with a caustic hiss.

Round 1

Garathos' Turn:

Move: Move to indicated position.

Action: Eldritch Blast vs HG5 and if it dies on the first bolt, HG7 (see OOC).

First bolt misses with an attack roll of 16.
Second bolt hits with an attack roll of 23 for 6 force damage.

[Infernally Clay]

"Zarr? ...You mean Azarr?" Hamza said, the name angering her instantly, walking towards the hut, "Well then, we had best knock on the door."

When she got closer, she began to call out to the hobgoblins. "I will rip you all into pieces so small even your mothers won't recognise you! Stay inside and die, come out and die. Either suits me fine, but I will get to you Azarr. No amount of stone will stop me - if you had any balls, you'd come out and face me yourself!"

Intimidation: [roll0]

[Irish Musician]

Satheris (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=18055), Clan of the Flowing Water
Satheris hears that the goblins are hold up in the house and starts moving that way. As he approaches he looks at the house and weighs his options. On the north end of the house he sees a hole in the roof that might suit him well to use his bow and pick them off from above, so he goes for it. He moves through the forest with uncanny speed and before anyone knows it, he is up on the roof. He pulls out his longbow, knocks an arrow, and shoots at the first goblin he sees, smiling.

Actions
Bonus - 1 Ki to use Dash
Move - So, obviously, moving to on top of the roof, and I Get up there with a 17 (http://www.giantitp.com/forums/showsinglepost.php?p=18043817&postcount=103) Strength check from the OOC. I actually put my marker to the side and drew an arrow much like Surreal did for the bird, indicating which square on the roof I was and put a comment on the arrow itself.
Action - Pull out Longbow and fire! [roll0], [roll1] on HG5
[roll2], [roll3] on HG7

Athletics - to stay up [roll4]

[DownwardSpiral]

Seeing that his allies might need him faster than his human feet would take him, he lets out a ferocious scream that quickly turns into a low roar as his limbs turn to paws and his hair turns into the mane of a lion. He quickly scampers over across the dirt road to catch up with his allies.


bonus action, wildshape into lion.
notable stats: 26hp, 12AC PP13, speed 50ft.
action: dash. I already moved my character on the map thingy.

[Chambers]

West of Drellin's Ferry

The Hobgoblin shouts out in surprise as twin bolts of arcane energy flies through the broken shutter. He manages to dodge the first but the second slams into him, knocking him off his balance just in time to avoid by chance the two arrows fired by the elf that appeared out of nowhere on the roof. "Azarr will feast on the marrow from your bones!" The Sergeant shouts through the walls in a heavily accented trade tongue. Satheris can see the Sergeant turn to look at the priest and shrug, then turn his gaze up towards the elf.

The muscle bound hobgoblin shouts at the injured one and the soldier backs away from the window and grabs something off a hook on the wall. As he fiddles with it the Sergeant takes a dagger from his belt and flings it towards Satheris, shouting at the soldier. The soldier leans back and throws it and as it's coming towards him Satheris realizes it's a net. A simple sidestep and the dagger flies past Satheris while the net gets caught up in the hole in the roof. The Sergeant scowls at the elf. The priest, just outside of Satheris's view through the hole, begins some new chant.

Round 2

Satheris is missed by the dagger and net. What a lucky elf. :smallsmile:

Map (https://docs.google.com/drawings/d/18DfrC1JomAXtee9GDmcKBa7HcG_CxtRRkhEtZrdsgNY/edit?pli=1)

Knowledge (arcana) DC 10 for Kaeravak/Garathos/Satheris
Healing Word (not fully cast, i.e. Readied)

[Surrealistik]

Satheris:

Deftly avoiding both attacks, Satheris counters with two arrows at the injured hobgoblin before following up with his superior, keen for the kill. Then, adequately menaced by those close calls from his perch upon the roof, he concludes that his initial plan was probably more risk than reward as he gracefully tumbles to the ground.


Garathos & Kaeravak:

While Satheris moves to (relative) safety, the ominous storm of dark draws inexorably closer through the woods. Two more hissing tendrils lance across the narrowing distance to instantly perforate the crossbow wielder, each blasting inch wide holes in his chain. The first is comparatively innocuous and superficial, puncturing the shoulder of its intended target. The second however proves a terminal hit, tearing organs with a violent gout of blood.

"It seems your quarry is in another farmstead Hamza. Nonetheless, these outlaws are to surrender or be disposed of."

Round 2:

Satheris' Turn:


Intelligence Check: [roll0] vs DC 10

Action: Longbow, 2 attacks:
Arrow 1 vs HC5: [roll1] 27 (see OOC)
Damage: 7, HC5 is slain (see OOC) [roll2] (Cleric must make a DC 10 Constitution save or his readied spell is lost)

Arrow 2 vs HS1: [roll3] 25 (see OOC)
Damage: 13 [roll4] (Cleric must make a DC 10 Constitution save or his readied spell is lost)

Move.


Garathos' Turn:


Intelligence Check: [roll5] vs DC 10

Move.

Action: Eldritch Blast
Bolt 1 vs HG6: [roll6] | [roll7]
Damage: [roll8]

If HG6 is alive, otherwise targeting HG7:

Bolt 1 vs HG6: [roll9] | [roll10]
Damage: [roll11]


Kaeravak's Turn:


Intelligence Check: [roll12] vs DC 10

Action: Dodge

[DSCrankshaw]

Astar Stonehold - Dwarf Paladin

"Coming in it is then!" Astar shouts, and he presses forward, shield held high and axe at the ready. The door is held shut by the Hobgoblins, but that is no challenge. "By Moradin's Hammer!" he shouts with one swing, bringing his axe against the wood. "By Bahamut's breath!" he shouts with the other, as his axe reduces the door to kindling.


Move
Move to entrance to the farmhouse

Action
EDIT: Since the DM informed me that the door's in the way, I'll attack that instead, no rolls necessary:
[roll0]
[roll1]


[roll2]
[roll3]

[Foodle]

Warwick, Human Ranger

A smile pulling up the edge of his mouth as the Hobgoblin shouting the orders moves into his view through the battered shutters on the window, Warwick quietly takes aim at the side of the creature's body while it's busy being distracted by Satheris on the roof. Letting fly with his arrows, he moves again, slowly working his way closer to the old cabin.

Attacking the Sergeant with advantage (11 Stealth managed to hide from him :smallcool:)

Bonus Action
Move Hunter's Mark onto the Hobgoblin Sergeant

Action
Attack 1 @ Hobgoblin Sergeant through the window: [roll0] | [roll1] (Subtracted 5 from both rolls to account for 3/4 Cover) MISS
Damage: Bow [roll2] | Hunter's Mark [roll3] MISS

Attack 2 @ Hobgoblin Sergeant through the window: [roll4] | [roll5] (Subtracted 5 from both rolls to account for 3/4 Cover)
Damage: Bow [roll6] | Hunter's Mark [roll7] | Colossus Slayer [roll8]

Move
Move through the woods

[Chambers]

West of Drellin's Ferry

Satheris finds better footing and with his body and Chi in a better position his arrows find their mark. The net thrower falls to the ground, blood sputtering from his neck while the Sergeant merely grunts and snaps the shaft of the arrow of. The Priest finishes his chant and the minor wound begins to close when a pair of arrows fly through the broken shutter. One hits the window casing and tumbles away while the other goes clean through the Sergeants arm. He cries in pain and looks out the window, trying to spot the archer while more blasts of fire squeeze through the other window, burning the crossbowman alive.

The door to the farmhouse is old and though heavy it disintegrates into splinters with a few chops from Astar's axe. Before the dust settles two longspears thrust out from behind the two hobgoblin shield-bearers towards the dwarf.

Readied Actions (Priest & Spearmen)
Healing Word on the Sergeant [roll0]

Spearmen (HG7 & HG9) are attacking Astar.
Attack [roll1] vs AC 22 (1/2 Cover bonus included)
Damage [roll2] + [roll3] piercing damage

Attack [roll4] vs AC 22 (1/2 Cover bonus included)
Damage [roll5] + [roll6] piercing damage

Map. (https://docs.google.com/drawings/d/18DfrC1JomAXtee9GDmcKBa7HcG_CxtRRkhEtZrdsgNY/edit?pli=1)

Round 2 (continued)
Hamza & Marsec yet to act.

[Infernally Clay]

"They may yet know something," Hamza said, quickly running to Astar's side, "Don't think I'd let you have all the fun, do you?"

Putting her hand on the dwarf's shoulder, she imparted him with a protective enchantment. He probably didn't need it, but if it meant they could push through the hobgoblin ranks and start chopping bits off then it was fine with her. She had to get to the leader of this group.

Action: Dash to Astar
Bonus Action: Cast Shield of Faith on Astar

[DownwardSpiral]

Marsec, as quick as his paws takes him, tries to circle around to see if he can get an opening on any of the goblins.


50ft move from lion wildshape

if I can attack from this vantage point (I can't tell if there's a wall there) then:
claw: [roll0]
damage if hit: [roll1]

else, ill just sit tight here.

[Chambers]

West of Drellin's Ferry

The stone walls of the old farmhouse keep out the circling lion and the busy action in the door prevents him from getting a good swipe at the hobgoblin shield-bearers. While the two in the first rank hold tight to their shields the spearmen behind them reach out and try to impale Astar.

The priest takes a few steps until he can see the elf balancing on top of the roof. "All your hopes will come to nothing." He says and Satheris can feel a dark miasma sweep up and attempt to envelop him. A moment later the priest barks an incantation and a gigantic translucent dragons tooth appears next to him and tries to impale him. The sergeant steps closer as well and grabs a javelin off a hanging weapon rack and then hurls it towards the elf, aiming for his legs.

Priest:
Bane vs Satheris
Charisma Saving Throw [roll0]

Spiritual Weapon vs Satheris
Attack [roll1]
Damage [roll2]

Sergeant:
Trip Attack vs Satheris
Attack [roll3]
Damage [roll4] and [roll5]

If the Sergeant's attack succeeds...
Satheris Strength Saving Throw [roll6], and subtract [roll7] from the Strength save if Satheris failed the save against Bane. If Satheris is tripped he falls prone (to the ground) and takes [roll8] falling damage.

Shield-bearers:
Dodge

Spearmen: Both attack Astar.
Attack [roll9]
Damage [roll10] and [roll11]

Attack [roll12]
Damage [roll13] and [roll14]

Round 3.
Map (https://docs.google.com/drawings/d/18DfrC1JomAXtee9GDmcKBa7HcG_CxtRRkhEtZrdsgNY/edit?pli=1).

Edit: To be clear, both Hamza and Lord Marsec can attack Hobgoblin 8 or 10 through the door, though they will have 1/2 cover from the diagonal attack and the attack rolls will have Disadvantage due to Dodge.

[Surrealistik]

Garathos & Kaeravak:

The bleak miasma continues its ponderous advance across the battlefield, unleashing two further blasts of dark arcana. One unerringly finds its mark, spearing armour and flesh to maim another of the holed up goblinoids.

"Perhaps you might see fit to surrender hobgoblin; your numbers wear precariously thin, and I would prefer if no further injury came to either of us."

Round 3:

Garathos' Turn:


Persuasion Check: [roll0] vs DC ???

Move.

Action: Eldritch Blast
Bolt 1 vs HG7: [roll1] | 17 (http://www.giantitp.com/forums/showsinglepost.php?p=18096816&postcount=140)
Damage: [roll2]

If HG7 is alive, otherwise targeting HG10:

Bolt 2 vs HG7/10: [roll3] | 27 (http://www.giantitp.com/forums/showsinglepost.php?p=18096816&postcount=140)
Damage: [roll4]


Kaeravak's Turn:


Action: Dodge

[Foodle]

Warwick, Human Ranger

That damn shutter he thinks as another figure moves in front of the window. Pulling another couple of arrows from his quiver he tries again to attempt a shot through them. Moving quickly he then breaks free of the tree line, taking cover by the edge of the cabin.

Attack
Longbow vs Hobgoblin Priest
Attack 1: [roll0]; (Subtracted 5 from both rolls to account for 3/4 Cover) HIT
Damage: Bow - [roll1]

Attack 2: [roll2]; (Subtracted 5 from both rolls to account for 3/4 Cover) MISS
Damage: Bow - [roll3] | Colossus Slayer - [roll4]

Move
Finally out of the difficult terrain!

[DSCrankshaw]

Astar Stonehold - Dwarf Paladin

"You should have come out when you had a chance," Astar says as he swings his axe at the closest Hobgoblin. He hits, but it's not enough to knock him out of the fight.


Attack Hobgoblin G10
Since he's dodging, Astar has to roll twice and take the lowest.
[roll0] + 10 = 12
[roll1]

If G10 dies, attack G8
Since he's dodging, Astar has to roll twice and take the lowest.
[roll2] + 10 = 20
[roll3]

If G10 falls, Astar steps inside, taking G10's position.

[Irish Musician]

Satheris (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=18055), Clan of the Flowing Water
Satheris sees a giant dragon's tooth appear from nowhere, along with this cloud of miasma trying to envelop him. <"Enough!">, yells Satheris at the priest. He then jumps down into the house, while putting up his bow, all in one motion. Satheris lands on the floor, legs apart and a hand out helping his landing stick and stay balanced. He then spins around to face the priest. <"Your fool words mean nothing, priest. You shall now see the power of water!"> Satheris' hand then finds the priest's pressure point and uses two fingers to jam right into it....stunning the wretch, the hobgoblin left blinking at him, frozen. He then turns to the Sargent and in a flash attacks him 3 times in a manner of seconds, the elements flowing through him and guiding his actions like the current of the river guides the water. After his vicious assault, he stands at the ready in front of the pair, a slight smile on his face.

Actions
Using my inspiration here
Move - Jump down through the hole and land in front of the hobgoblins, Acrobatics if needed [roll0]
Action - Attack the Priest with my Stun attack, using 1 Ki. Advantage [roll1] or [roll2], [roll3] and priest must make a Constitution save or be stunned until the end of my next turn
Second Attack - on the Sargent [roll4], [roll5]
Bonus Action - 1 Ki for Flurry of Blows on Sargent
[roll6], [roll7]
[roll8], [roll9]

[DownwardSpiral]

Marsec growls and hisses as he tries to reach in and swat at these little goblins. The frustration of constantly swatting the air is starting to make his blood boil. If only there was a way to just jump in there and maul them.....



lions get pack tactics, which negates the disadvantage from dodge. I'll roll twice if something comes up but just use the first if neccessary.

claw
[roll0]
[roll1]

claw damage
[roll2]

[Chambers]

West of Drellin's Ferry

The Sergeant reels from the elf's unexpected attack and stumbles, managing to catch himself against the wall. He spits blood and grins through crooked teeth, one hand reaching up to draw the greatsword while he pushes himself off the wall with the other. "Right where I want you, elf!" He says and swings hard at Satheris. The Priest grits his teeth and forces through the pain, then brings up his own hand and traces a sigil in the air.

A glowing red nimbus forms around his hand. "You think I fear the voice in your darkness? You do not know true fear." He says and reaches out to touch Satheris.

Hamza jabs with her sword and gets it behind the shield of one of the hobgoblins. "Astar, now!" She says, struggling with the shield-bearer to keep him off-balance. Growling in frustration the spearmen thrust their polearms out again, trying to impale the dwarf.

Sergeant, 2 greatsword attacks on Satheris.
Attack [roll0]
Damage [roll1]

Attack [roll2]
Damage [roll3]

Priest, Inflict Wounds on Satheris.
Attack [roll4]
Damage [roll5] Necrotic Damage

Shield-Bearers, Dodge.

Spearmen, Attack Astar
Attack [roll6] vs AC 22
Damage [roll7] & [roll8]

Attack [roll9] vs AC 22
Damage [roll10] & [roll11]

Hamza helps Astar against Shield-Bearer 10.

Round 4.
Map. (https://docs.google.com/drawings/d/18DfrC1JomAXtee9GDmcKBa7HcG_CxtRRkhEtZrdsgNY/edit?pli=1)

[Foodle]

Warwick, Human Ranger

Finally free of the tangling undergrowth Warwick was looking forward to getting in close and nasty with the hobgoblins, while he was a fair shot with the bow, he preferred the adrenaline rush he got from going toe to toe with a foe- Did the elf just fall through the roof?

<Still breathing Satheris?> he calls out in elvish. Not waiting for a reply, he moves down the side of the building dropping his bow to the ground as he goes pulling free his rapiers and swiping at the shutter to clear his way inside. Quickly taking stock of the room, he lunged twice at the priest scoring a glancing blow and missing completely. Too much bow work.


Move down the side of the building, drop his bow, draw both rapiers, attack the shutter, squeeze/climb through the window, move over to the Priest and attack him. If he killed the Priest with his first attack, he'll step over the fallen body to use his bonus action to swing at the Sergeant.

Rapier vs Window Shutter (Assuming an auto hit, but shall roll just in case)
Attack: [roll0]
Damage: [roll1]

Rapier vs Priest
Attack: [roll2]; HIT
Damage: Weapon - [roll3] | Colossus Slayer [roll4]

(Bonus Action) Rapier vs Priest
Attack: [roll5]; MISS
Damage: Weapon - [roll6] | (if Sergeant) Hunter's Mark [roll7]

[DSCrankshaw]

Astar Stonehold - Dwarf Paladin

With a shout, Astar swings his axe at the hobgoblin and tries to bull his way into the room.


Attack HG10
[roll0]
[roll1]

If he's still standing, Astar attacks again. If not, Astar steps into the room and attacks HG7 HG9.

[roll2]
[roll3]
If he's attacking HG7 HG9, Astar will give up a level 1 slot to use Smite evil, for an additional [roll4] damage.

I wrote HG7, but I meant HG9. Corrected above, but if the DM wants to stick with HG7, he can switch them on the map.

[Surrealistik]

Garathos & Kaeravak:

"Very well. If you will not surrender, we will just have to take you by force."

Creeping closer still, the ebony fog crosses the path such that it gains a vantage of the eastern window. As before, twin lances of shadowy flame emanate from its unseen depths, claiming further victims with the sundering of the house's blockaide. The injured goblinnoid's torso bursts open on impact, keeling over with the force of the blast, while the other is speared straight through the skull, convulsing once before it crumples where it stands. Its body drags along the filthy stone wall of the homestead to leave behind a streaking wake of blood.

Meanwhile, a strange, unsettling feeling descends upon the leather clad hobgoblin, as though some invisible force were hindering him, slowing his movements by degrees.



Round 4:

Garathos' Turn:


Move.

Action: Eldritch Blast
Bolt 1 vs HG7: [roll0] | [roll1]
Damage: [roll2]

If HG7 is alive, otherwise targeting HG8:

Bolt 2 vs HG7/8: [roll3] | [roll4]
Damage: [roll5]


Kaeravak's Turn:

Move: As indicated, 5 feet above HC1.

Action: Help Satheris gets advantage on his first attack roll vs HC1.

[Irish Musician]

Satheris (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=18055), Clan of the Flowing Water
Satheris yells back tot he Ranger, <"I am fine for the moment."> As he looks back, the Sargent is swinging at him and the priest is trying to touch him. Knowing that the priest's touch will most likely be far worse, Satheris dodges that but takes the Sargent's Greatsword to the arm, opening up a gash. Satheris narrows his eyes and strikes back quickly at the Sargent, then turns to the priest. Satheris looks at the priest straight in the eye, "No fear", and with that unleashes the power of his fists upon him.

Actions
Action - Two attacks on the Sargent, if the first one drops him, the second one will be at the priest.
[roll0], [roll1]
[roll2], [roll3]

Edit: going for a K.O, unconscious, on the Sargent. So when Satheris brings him down, he will knock him out, not kill him.

Bonus - Use Ki, for Flurry of Blows on priest, but only if the Sergent has not dropped to 0 from the first two attacks. If the first of these two attacks drops the Sargent and he wasn't dropped from the first Action, the second attack will go to the priest.
[roll4], [roll5]
[roll6], [roll7]
Satheris punches the Sargent straight in the face, knocking the poor wretch out cold. He then swings at the priest and while the priest dodges the first fist, the second one finds the creature's neck. Satheris latches onto it's neck and pull it to him, "Now you fear," and quickly whips his wrist, breaking the creature's neck...letting it fall to the floor.

[DownwardSpiral]

Marsec (https://drive.google.com/file/d/0B5-AGj4_LfQrRkZfTkJiaFZXZ2M/edit?usp=sharing)

Believing he can get a better vantage point for his assault, Marsec backtracks around the house and jumps through the window to try to flank the goblins on the other side, and check on the 2 others inside. Noticing the priest slump into the ground by the monks hand surely means they're doing just fine, and continues past them.


Move: 40ft around
[roll0] athletics roll in case jumping through the window requires that.
[roll1] attack roll: bite goblin directly below me
[roll2] advantage attack roll from pack tactics.
[roll3] damage roll

[Foodle]

Warwick, Human Ranger

Sheathing his weapons and moving quickly towards the unconsious hobgoblin, Warwick deftly flips it onto it's stomach then binds it's hands tightly behind it's back with a length of rope before leaving the creature to Satheris he plants his foot on the priests chest and pulls free one of his arrows, wiping it clean on the creatures clothes before depositing it back into the quiver at his hip and then moving back to the window he entered by.

Climbing back out he leaves the hobgoblins to the other's questioning and picks up his bow from where he let it fall, doing a quick search around the cabin to double check if there might be other creatures about and that if the prisoners had been lead this way, or further on down the main path.

Looking for other hobgoblins/the captives tracks. (Proficiency doubled due to being in Warwicks favored terrain.)
Survival: [roll0] | [roll1] (Advantage for tracking hobgoblins)

[DSCrankshaw]

Astar -- Dwarf Paladin

"I will guard the prisoner," Astar says. "And when he wakes up, I will help with his questioning. I have ways of ensuring that he tells the truth."

[Chambers]

West of Drellin's Ferry

The tracks Warwick finds lead him to the north and west, further away from the cities and leading towards the mountains. There are few tracks of prisoners being led from this farmhouse, nearly all of the markings are from the booted hobgoblins on their patrols. The quiet woods hold their peace in the late afternoon and Warwick finds no other creatures, hobgoblins or otherwise.

The rangers binds hold tight when the first hobgoblin awakes, the one captured outside the farmhouse. He narrows his eyes and snarls at Astar and tries to escape his bonds, then looks around and catches sight of his dead comrades. He does a double take when he sees his sergeant similarly bound and his priest dead on the floor and settles down, eyes glancing over his captors.

What are you doing with the dead bodies?

[Foodle]

Warwick, Human Ranger

Satisfied they were still on the right trail, Warwick made his way back into the woods and towards were the Hobgoblin he'd shot lay. Pulling free the one good arrow from the corpse, the other having broken as the Hobgoblin fell, he wiped it clean and slid it safely back into his quiver.
Then crouching down and flipping the body over, he cut loose the straps and pulled the armor free, quickly checking the body for any items of interest before slinging the armor over his shoulder, leaving the Hobgoblin for the wolves and making his way towards where they'd left their horses. Slipping the armor into one of Fleet's saddle bags, he then lead the groups horses back towards the cabin.

Apparently if you can reclaim half your ammunition if you spend a minute fetching it.

As to the bodies, if the others haven't done anything by the time Warwick gets back to the cabin. He'll silently go about stripping them down and dragging them outside into some bushes at the edge of the woods. No point chipping a scavengers tooth trying to chew through chainmail.

[Irish Musician]

Satheris (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=18055), Clan of the Flowing Water
Satheris stares at the evil priest as the others start to bind the unconscious Sargent. He then waits with the others, bow at the ready and arrow knocked, pointed at the two unconscious Hobgoblins. As one starts to stir and wriggle, Satheris walks up to him. He places a foot on the hobgoblin's chest and points his arrow right into his face. He looks at the creature straight in the eye and simply goes, "Shhhhhh." And then back off of him and keeps an eye on the prisoners, as well as the surroundings outside through the windows.

Satheris will just watch the prisoners and keep watch outside of the house.

As for the dead bodies, Satheris cares not what happens to them. Leave them to the carrion.

[roll0]

[Irish Musician]

Satheris (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=18055), Clan of the Flowing Water
Satheris, not really knowing what to do, steps up to the conscious hobgoblin arrow pointed at its head, <"Do you understand me, wretch?">

[Surrealistik]

Dismissing the aura of dark about himself, Garathos casually approaches the subdued hobgoblins, face wearing the vague semblance of a smile. Perhaps it was justified; the assault had gone exceedingly well, free of even the merest casualty. Pausing momentarily, the noble decides to allow Satheris to 'assert' himself before interposing.

"Please excuse my friend; since witnessing the devastation wrought upon these lands he has been understandably eager to met out some manner of ah..."

He lapses into a brief contemplative silence as though in search of an appropriate descriptor, though it's unclear whether this is done for dramatic effect or out of legitimate deliberation.

"...justice, put charitably. That having been said, I believe we can arrive at a mutually beneficial outcome that won't involve hours of arduous torture. Should you and your superior cooperate, I have no doubt I can pull some strings to arrive at an acceptable accommodation on your behalf; I am a man of not inconsiderable influence in these parts after all."

The half-elf seats himself opposite his captive, carrying himself with an easy friendliness, lips upturned in a warm smile.

"As I understand, your kind has assembled an army lead by wyrms; presumably such a force must be bent on conquest, but what animates your cause? In whose name and by whose orders do you march?"

Persuasion (Interrogation): [roll0]

[Chambers]

West of the Drellin's Ferry

The hobgoblin looks at Satheris in confusion and then shrugs. "Tell the elf I don't speak faerie." he says in heavily accented common. His eyes turn towards Garathos and watches him as he talks, a sneer forming that halfway hides the glazed over look in his eyes at Garathos flowery speech. "Your petty influence will mean nothing soon, elf-spawn." He tries to turn his head and spits in Garathos direction but with the bindings the best he can manage is to avoid spitting on himself.

"Are you dumb?" The soldiers asks. "We follow the Dragon Queen." He says and nods his head towards the fallen priest. Though bloody, the symbols of Tiamat embroidered on the priests robes are easy to see. "We're going to sweep down out of these mountains and burn your little towns to the ground. You can't stop Azarr Kul, you're already standing in the new Land of the Dragon and you don't even know it!" He says with a smirk, then frowns and shuts his mouth.

He glances over at his sergeant and tries to wiggle his leg to kick him but the sergeant is far out of reach, still unconscious.

[DSCrankshaw]

Astar - Dwarf Paladin

"You want to wake him up? Yeah, let's wake him up," Astar says, and he kicks the sergeant in the side.

[Irish Musician]

Satheris (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=18055), Clan of the Flowing Water
Satheris' eyes open wide at the soldier's words about the goddess of dragons. One of the most evil deities there is, Satheris does not like it. <"I do not like the sounds of this, Garathos. The goddess of the evil dragons is not one to trifle with. Her followers are devout and will stop at nothing to further her power. They are ruthless, and evil. It would be better for us to dispose of these two while we can and get the word out."> Satheris draws his bow back and points it at the soldier's head and speaks to him, "Faerie death of you."

[Chambers]

West of Drellin's Ferry

The sergeant grunts in pain and tries to curl up but the ropes stop him. He opens his eyes and looks around the room slowly, his gaze taking in each of you in turn, eyes pausing at Astar's shield. The soldier starts to say something but the sergeant cuts him off with a barked command. He looks back up at you and smiles through bloodied teeth. "I'm this squad's leader and I surrender our arms." He says. The soldier protests again but the sergeant glares at him and the soldier shuts up.

"We refuse any further questions until handed over to the burgomaster." He says, the stilted formal declarations smoother than his previous Common. He flexes his arms and plays at testing his bonds for a moment then relaxes and nods, then narrows his eyes at Satheris threatening his soldier. "We've surrendered, elf." He glares at the rest of you. "Tell your dog to mind his manners."

[Foodle]

Warwick, Human Ranger

Warwick pauses as he was stripping off the armor of one of the hobgoblins and looks quizzically towards the hobgoblin sergeant to see if it was joking. It thinks we're soldiers, he figured and chuckles softly to himself while he goes through the pockets of the body he was crouched over, before grabbing it under the arms and dragging it outside to deposit in the woods with the rest of the bodies. Pity we're not bound by any laws of war. Laws of war. Such as strange concept. Their captives would realise that soon enough when Garathos was finished with them.

[Irish Musician]

Satheris (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=18055), Clan of the Flowing Water
Satheris doesn't stop pointing his bow at the soldier, but looks over at the Sargent, "We no soldiers," is all he says. He gives a half smile and then looks back to the soldier.

[DSCrankshaw]

Astar-Dwarf Paladin

"The elf is correct," Astar says. "We do not work for the burgomaster, and are under no obligation to hand you over to him. You are our prisoner, not his."

[Surrealistik]

"Indeed." The half-elf lips broaden into a thin smile, seemingly amused by the sergeant's attempt at circumvention, like a man entertained by the errant silliness of a wayward pet. "The rules of war bind us no more than they do the angry commoners whose lives you've laid to ruin; the same we each represent in our own ways."

Garathos looks about at his gathered peers.

"That said, at the risk of sounding cliche, there are two ways this interrogation can go. Let me assure you that any resistance, though worthy of admiration, is misplaced and ultimately futile; every being has its breaking point and my fellows have no qualms with finding yours. Personally I would rather strive to provide each of you a pardon on the basis of cooperation than have you slowly and excruciatingly flayed and rent apart until we get what we need, but if we must, I suppose it's an alternative that will have to be..." His smile parts to a fiendish grin as he lowers his gaze at the officer. "...entertained."

His attentions then turn from the sergeant to his grunt, eye unblinking betraying a sublime, gleeful anticipation.

"As this squad's commanding officer, I understand you have a responsibility for the well-being of those under your command; I would urge you to not to abdicate that duty. Cooperate and you have my word that you both shall be treated well and fairly. Refuse, and you and yours will experience depths of agony from which even Asmodeus himself would recoil."

[DSCrankshaw]

Astar - Dwarf Paladin

At that threat, Astar gave Garathos a sharp look and a quick shake of his head when the hobgoblins weren't looking. If it's a bluff, that's fine, but he can't allow Garathos to actually torture the sergeant.

[Irish Musician]

Satheris (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=18055), Clan of the Flowing Water
Satheris switched to his native language, keeping his tone as even as possible, <"You do not mean to actually torture them do you, Garathos? It is one thing to threaten it, but it is another to actually do it...."> Satheris makes some head nods and gestures to the solider while he speaks in his native language. He then looks at the solider and speaks in common, "Not needed."

[Chambers]

West of Drellin's Ferry

The soldier's face goes pale. "He's a devil! Don't eat me, fiend!" The soldier cringes away from Garathos and while the Sergeant doesn't cower like his soldier Garathos can see a small fear creep into his eyes, a crack in his bravado. <<You're not worth eating.>> He says to the soldier in goblin without taking his eyes off Garathos.

"Fine. You'll be dead soon anyway, so you can take your answers to the grave." He says and winces as he tries to shift his weight off one of his wounds. "Ask."

Loot:

Weapons & Armor

4 daggers
9 longswords
5 halberds
2 nets
6 longbows
50 arrows
Greatsword
Chain Mail x8 (1 set still worn by Soldier)
Half-Plate x1 (worn by Sergeant)
5 shields


Treasure

20 copper
6 silver
4 gold


Gear

4 weeks of trail rations (good quality)
3 full Explorer's Packs worth of items (pulled together from different packs and storage)


Priest

Holy Symbol of Tiamat
Spell Component Pouch

[Foodle]

Warwick, Human Ranger

Warwick finishes stripping the corpses and has made a tidy little pile in one corner of the room with all the salvaged gear while the half-elf continued his questioning, not that he had any use for most of the equipment. The arrows would be useful no doubt, and perhaps the weapons could be of use to arm the prisoners if they ever managed to find and free them, but a lot of the equipment was large and unwieldy and was likely to get caught on the vegetation if their trail took them back into the woods.

Bundling them together he decided that the longbows would be of use and he took all six of them and the quivers of arrows outside to fasten to his horse, unsure if those besides the mage and himself had any means of ranged combat he wanted to make sure that they'd be able to thin out any enemies before they got into melee if they found themselves in a good position. Walking back inside he picked up the packaged trail rations they'd found and took them back outside to divide between the group's mounts.

[DSCrankshaw]

Astar - Dwarf Paladin

"All right, then," Astar says, leaning in close to the hobgoblin. "Tell us, where have you taken the prisoners?"

[Infernally Clay]

"Don't think of lying, either," Hamza said almost casually, "Or I'll ask my friends to leave so we can have a nice, private chat."

[Chambers]

West of Drellin's Ferry

The Sergeant eyes Warwick as he strips his dead soldiers. << I'll remember your face, hunter. >> He says in hobgoblin to Warwick while glaring at him. He turns back to Astar as the dwarf leans in. "There's a camp on the other side of the Davish river, near the slopes of the mountain. Not far, less than half a days march from here. Resupply, keep the prisoners there until the next trip up to base." He grins through bloody teeth. "Easy to find, if you know how. Just follow the deer runs. You should visit."

The soldier catches the gleam in the Sergeants eye and barks out a harsh laugh. "Yah, go." His smile is short lived as he glances over at the stripped corpses of his friends. "We talked. Now what?"

[Irish Musician]

Satheris (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=18055), Clan of the Flowing Water
Satheris narrows his eyes at the awful Hobgoblin's smile. Satheris then gets a smile of his own over on his face, "Now, you go. No use for you." Satheris quickly pulls back on the string of his bow and shoots an arrow through the eye of the soldier.

Don't know if you want an actual roll for this, I was just trying to RP it, but if you do [roll0], [roll1]

[Chambers]

West of Drellin's Ferry

The Sergeant's eyes go wide as his soldier gasps and thrashes on the ground in his death throes. Blood spurts out of the destroyed eye and splashes on Satheris. When the hobgoblin soldier finally stops twitching the Sergeant glares at Satheris with hate in his eyes. "Your death will not be as swift." He says and then spits blood and saliva at the elf.

He turns towards Astar and Hamza and narrows his eyes. "I'm done talking." He says and tenses for the blows he's sure to come.

[Irish Musician]

Satheris (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=18055), Clan of the Flowing Water
Satheris slowly rips a piece of clean cloth off the newly dead soldier's clothes, and wipes off the blood and spit from the hobgoblin. He then knocks his bow again and looks at the Sargent right in the eye, "No use then, either." Satheris bring the string of the bow back, but this time hold for just a second to let one of his companions stop him.

[DSCrankshaw]

Astar - Dwarf Paladin

Astar's surprised by the first shot, but raises his hand before Satheris can fire the next. "I have no issue killing hobgoblins in battle, but these are prisoners. We should turn them over to the legal authority in the area. We have no right to play executioner."

[Irish Musician]

Satheris (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=18055), Clan of the Flowing Water
Satheris doesn't lower the bow, nor does he fire his shot. Knowing he won't be ale to make his point in common, he switches to draconic because that is the language he and the dwarf shares. <"Of course we have the right. He isn't a prisoner, he is a criminal, killing these innocents in cold blood. He is no better than a murderer. Plus, we have a mission. We can't be dragging along a hobgoblin with us, esp if we need to sneak up on his camp. He will do everything in his power to alert them of our presence."> Satheris lets his words sink in for a moment, not showing any sign of emotion, but more logical thinking. <"We must kill him, it is the only logical choice.">

[DSCrankshaw]

Astar - Dwarf Paladin

Astar's a bit surprised to hear the elf speak draconic, but he responds in kind, "<What you're saying is logical, but that doesn't make it right.>" He looks down at the hobgoblin and sighs. "<We can't take him with us, and rescuing those people needs to be our top priority. I'd deliver him to the Burgomaster, but there just isn't time. So the options are killing him, or tying him up here and hoping that he cannot escape. Neither of them are good options, but I want to at least see if we can manage the first option before going to the second.>" He switches to common and looks around at the others. "Does anyone have chains?"

[Foodle]

Warwick - Human Ranger

Warwick shakes his head in response to the dwarf's question as he re-enters the building. He had finished securing the longbows and distributing the rations he taken, unsure of the usefulness of the rest of the hobgoblins gear, he had left it sitting where he had stacked it earlier.

"We're taking him prisoner?" he asks shocked, the creature had just basically sworn vengeance on him if given the chance. He wanted to be able to sleep at night, not have to instead worry about their captive getting lose and sticking a knife in his throat.

Most of the stuff is still there if anyone wants it. Warwick took the 6x Longbows which he'll pass out for use should a situation call for it.
He also distributed the good quality rations into the saddle bags of the group, giving each person 5 packets, while he pocketed the extra 3. (Assuming DownwardSpiral (Lord Marsec) is no longer with us, his last activity was ~3months ago)

[Surrealistik]

Garathos looks on impassively as the hobgoblin soldier is summarily executed, his hands crossed, expression betraying a casual indifference to the death of the creature; if any emotion might be gleaned, it would be a subtle hint of satisfaction creeping upon the corners of his lips. When the sergeant declares his unwillingness to cooperate however, his seeming neutrality quickly sours into a disapproving frown. Leaning forward off the roughly hewn stone, he moves to loom over the surviving officer, frame casting a foreboding shadow across his bound captive like a promise of suffering to come.

"Speak hobgoblin. Despite my companion's rash actions I meant my promise: cooperate and you will be spared undue punishment; do not and you will be made familiar with a _decisively_ unhappy alternative; for example:"

He abruptly thrusts his obsidian shard towards the slain warrior. As though beckoned forth a silent, spectral vestige of the goblinoid promptly coalesces and rises from its body. The blurred edges of the phantasmal being closest to Garathos' implement waver violently, form compressing and distorting towards the gleaming stone as though inexorably drawn into it. The phantom hobgoblin's flickering visage is drawn into a terrible, silent scream, transfixing the sergeant with pleading eyes, its face a mask of naked terror.

"I'd assured you torments beyond reckoning did I not? You presumed them physical; a fair assumption, and something I would most gladly partake of in spite of the reservations of those among us, but, as you can see, I had something a little more... permanent in mind."

His prior sadistic grin once again splays across the half elf's face, eyes glinting with macabre anticipation.

"If there's anything else of pertinence to disclose, you'd best tell me, and be truthful about it; otherwise, once I am done with your fallen, you shall be next."

Minor Illusion: Create contorting image of hobgoblin ghost.
[roll0] Insight vs Sergeant

[Chambers]

West of Drellin's Ferry

The Sergeant flicks his eyes towards the specter once but tries not to look at it. He sucks on his busted lip and forcese himself to look at the apparation. "You couldn't keep your promise to my man." He says while looking at the ghost. "Go stlarn yourself, mage."

[Irish Musician]

Satheris (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=18055), Clan of the Flowing Water
Satheris sits and watches Garathos work his magics, then looks for the Sergent's reply. When he curses the warlock, Satheris responds albeit sloppily, "He didn't coperate. Moth shut, no proection. Moth open, no sufer." This was the worst part of being outside of his family and others not knowing draconic or elvish. Satheris just couldn't bring himself to say too much in the common tongue for he had not learned it near as fluently as his other two tongues. But, that wasn't going to stop him from learning or trying.....at least most of the time. <"Damn this language. I turn one hundred and eighty-six with the new year, and I still cannot grasp it."> Satheris then grumbles something in elven and goes back between watching outside and watching/listening to the Sergent.

Perception [roll0]

Insight into the Sergent's words [roll1]

[Infernally Clay]

"Enough with the threats," Hamza said softly, finally making her move towards the hobgoblin, "You are my enemy, my home razed by your kind. I denounce you."

At that moment Hamza raised her holy symbol, an anointed relic from her village and the only physical proof it ever existed, and abjured the Sergeant.

(Sergeant must succeed at a Wisdom save or be frightened for one minute)

"I believe you have some information for us," Hamza said, piercing the ground in front of the hobgoblin with her greatsword.

Intimidation check: [roll0]

[Chambers]

West of Drellin's Ferry

If the hobgoblin were standing he would have stumbled back and cowered before Hamza. Bound up on the ground as he is though he instead flinched and drew up his legs and brought his arms up before his face. The hobgoblin's eyes are fixed on the relic hanging from Hamza's hand and he says through clenched teeth. "To the....nine hells....with you."

The Sergeant is sufficiently convinced of y'alls magical and physical might. However, unless you actually control his actions through magic he's not going to talk anymore. His motivation throughout this interrogation was to do whatever was needed to keep his squad safe (what was left of them). When Satheris killed the soldier it also killed his reason for cooperating.

Insight Results: He's a professional soldier and while he's not above talking to save his men, he's got enough pride, guts, and honor that he's willing to die rather than betray his army.

[Foodle]

Warwick - Human Ranger

"Kill him and be done with it. We need to move before their army decides the slaves look better in a cook pot than in shackles," Warwick says impatient to be off and make use of what little daylight they still had. He didn't trust the Hobgoblins words completely, he planned to follow the sergeants directions and find this deer path, but he planned to skirt well clear of it and follow it through the foliage to either side, since he was fairly certain that approach would be watched.

He then bends down and scoops up the small pile of coins into his purse from the pile of gear, since no one seemed to be interested and heads outside to scout out a bit more of their trail.

[Irish Musician]

Satheris (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=18055), Clan of the Flowing Water
Satheris more than agreed with the Ranger's suggestion and while the elf was normally quiet and jovial, this whole encounter brought up so many feelings of his family and tribe's suffering. Instead of hobgoblins, all he saw was the face of a tyrannical dragon. Quicker than most could see, Satheris had is next arrow flying through the air and into the opposite eye of the Sergent.

Attack if you want it [roll0], [roll1]

I'm pretty sure that hits, so going to put some nice fluff text in for it.
The arrow flies through the air and hits the Sergent through the eye. Without a word, the elf spits on the Sergent and walks outside, needing a minute to cool down and compose himself.

[DSCrankshaw]

Astar - Dwarf Paladin

I should have done something, Astar thinks to himself. But what? The hobgoblin was a monster who needed to die. If he could have managed a trial and execution, he would have. But still, he had cared for his men, and protected them to the best of his ability. Whatever else he was, Astar has to respect that. He gives a salute to the fallen hobgoblin, and turns and leaves the hovel. He had a horse to care for.

[Infernally Clay]

"I call this a good start," Hamza said, clearly referencing the pile of hobgoblin corpses, "Now where is this trail that will lead us to the rest? I'll follow your lead, Warwick. We have a long day and a lot of hobgoblin slaying ahead of us."

Noting Astar's salute, Hamza had an inkling what the dwarf thought. They both swore the same oaths, even if to different gods and different causes. "The gods will judge him and decide if he lived and died with honour, but when did you last hear of an honourable hobgoblin? A cowardly lot, all of them. Probably thought we'd keep him alive long enough for his friends to come and save him."

[Foodle]

Warwick - Human Ranger

Already astride his horse Fleet, the ranger nods glad at last to be moving and wheels his mount towards the trail he saw. Riding bent over low, leaning over the side of the horse to follow the tracks as he went, one hand on the reins, the other holding his strung bow. He wanted to be ready now that they were getting closer.

If needed.
Survival to Track the Hobgoblins/Prisoners: [roll0] | Adv for Hobgoblins [roll1] (Proficiency doubled due to being in Warwicks favored terrain.)

Stealth: [roll2]

If they get to this deer trail the sergeant talked of, Warwick will dismount and leave his horse with the others while he scouts forward off the path to the side.

[DSCrankshaw]

Astar - Dwarf Paladin

"Perhaps you're right," Astar says. "I suppose we'll never know." Astar mounts his horse and follows after Warwick.

[Chambers]

South of the Wyrmsmoke Mountains

The farmhouse is silent as you mount up and leave, the horses eager to be away from the scent of so much blood. Following the road east the small hill behind you is quickly covered up and in a few minutes the road splits east and north. A signpost points east and reads 'Drellin's Ferry, 80 miles' while another points north and reads 'Wyrmsmoke Mountains. Danger.' Taking the north fork you quickly reach the bridge over the Elsir River, a simple construction of stone and wood that appears well built but aged by the weather. Looking at the road ahead the hills quickly turn into rising mountain slopes, the peaks of the Wyrmsmoke towering in the distance.

The hard ground is packed dirt and the tracks of passage are easy to see, even in the light of dusk. Booted feet trod all over the area, though the heaviest are columns of tracks coming to and from the wood to the west. Among the boot marks are prints of bare feet and paw prints, the animal marks easier to see because of a light scorching on the ground in their prints. The trail into the woods looks like it follows a deer run, just wide enough for two people to squeeze by side by side while horses would be cramped on the trail.

The horses can go on the trail, but they'll be single file and cramped. Daylight is going to go away pretty quickly, how's everyone for light sources?

[Foodle]

Warwick - Human Ranger

The sergeant had spoken the truth about a deer trail, though if it was a safe approach was still to be seen and those scorched tracks on the ground worried him for some reason he couldn't place. "Garathos, is your raven able to see anything from above?"

Knowledge Checks to identify them/what made them.
Survival: [roll0]
Nature: [roll1]

Also is the foliage to either side of the trail thin enough to be moved through without undue trouble/noise?

[Surrealistik]

As the party continues to treks through the wilderness, Garathos' discomfort is almost palpable and readily noted; the noble was almost a fish out of water, completely removed from his element, grimacing at each intermittent brush of leaves and coarse branches by the edge of the road, always seeking to keep to its centre. The half-elf's face bore a look somewhere between disgruntled frustration and cautious apprehension, as though not sure whether he were more agitated at the sergeant's intransigence in spite of his efforts than wary of the uncertain dangers ahead; either way, the unpleasant nature of his mood was borne clear on darkened features, doubtlessly compounded by his ongoing friction with the outdoors.

For its part, Garathos raven flew well in advance of the group, nimbly darting from tree to tree when it wasn't circling overhead, almost as if it were engaged in a kind of deliberate, methodical reconnaissance; either that or the bird had acquired some truly peculiar behaviours.

Then came Warwick's query on the matter; seeming to lack an immediate answer, Garathos could only offer a shrug before making a vague gesture at his corvid vanguard, almost as if to provoke some manner of reply from the creature.

Kaeravak, Perception: [roll0]

[Irish Musician]

Satheris (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=18055), Clan of the Flowing Water
Satheris walks with the others, bow cocked back with an arrow at the ready. He moves silently through the woods and keeps a watchful eye out for any movement that is not theirs....and that may seem hostile to the group.

Perception [roll0]

[Chambers]

Warwick

The tracks were left by humanoids. Most of them are booted while some impressions are from less durable shoes and others bare feet. The booted tracks appear to be herding the others based on how they're arranged, either leading towards the woods or away from it and up to the mountain.

Satheris

Birds in the trees fluster at the interruption from Garathos' raven and fly out from the canopies. The flight of the birds draws your attention up above you and you see a strange arrangement of brush and leaves up in one of the trees. A second glance reveals it to be an empty hunter's blind, well camouflaged near the top of the trees.

You all are basically still at the crossroads poking around the area. Let me know how you want to proceed.

[Irish Musician]

Satheris (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=18055), Clan of the Flowing Water
Satheris points up to the trees, to a hunter's blind, so that the others may see it. "Keep eyes up, too," he says in his broken common. He then signals he is ready to continue to the hobgoblin camp.

[Foodle]

Warwick - Human Ranger

"The horses are going to be a problem, the track is too narrow to turn quickly if we're attacked from behind," the ranger says pausing to look at the hunter's nest Satheris pointed out. "Let me scout along through the bushes ahead to look for any ambushes."

He then passes the reins of his horse to Satheris and squats down on the ground pulling a small piece of carrot from the pouch at his waist, a frown of concentration creasing his forehead and he recites the words to a spell. That done he unslings his bow and walks to the edge of the trees, pausing a looking back at the party he says, "Give me a count of 20, then follow carefully along the trail." Then quickly moves into the trees shadowing the path and looking for traps or lookouts along the ground and in the trees above.

Cast Darkvision on myself (8 Hour duration, no concentration)
Spells Remaining: L1: 2/3, L2: 1/2

Stealth: [roll0]

Double proficiency to Wis/Int checks due to favoured terrain (Natural Explorer)
Looking for hidden enemies/traps
Perception: [roll1]
Investigation: [roll2]

Trying to notice any tracks leading away from the main path/up to lookout spots etc.
Survival: [roll3] | Advantage if Goblinoid: [roll4]

*crosses fingers and hopes he doesn't roll a 1 on stealth*

[DSCrankshaw]

Astar - Dwarf Paladin

"Understood," Astar says. He ties up Windhunter somewhere safe, and prepares to follow on foot.

[Chambers]

South of the Wyrmsmoke Mountains

The weak light of dusk is barely shines through the canopy, just enough to cast weird shadows that grow larger and dance as the wind picks up and shakes the trees. Warwick sees through the dark with the eyes of a cat and nimbly picks his way through the underbrush, guiding the companions along the path. After a few minutes of careful hiking Satheris spots another hunter's blind in the trees, this one empty as well. When he sees a third one the sun has fallen completely over the horizon. The first quarter moon provides little illumination as it begins it's climb from the east, but two campfires are visible through the trees ahead.

Creeping closer, Warwick sees that this hunter's stand is not empty like the others. Some figure dressed in armor stands watch, bow strung and leaning against the railing. The campfires ahead are in a small clearing and the ranger can see a handful of figures standing, sitting, and talking by them. Their voices are snatched away by the bursts of wind but he hears enough to recognize the goblinoid tongue. The flames in the firepits leap as they're whipped by the wind, casting long hobgoblin shadows on some nearby tents, each large enough for a dozen men to stand in. Across from the campfires Warwick can see a wooden pen with a few huddled, shivering humans inside while a soldier stands guard nearby.

Here's the link to the map. (http://pyromancers.com/media/view/main.swf?round_id=97173) Important! If you make any changes to the map (move your token around, add an area of effect, etc), you need to click the "Pass Turn and copy URL for forum to clipboard" button at the bottom, then post that link in the thread. That updates the map and generates a new URL.

The Tokens in the "0" row are not on the map. Ignore them. :smallwink:

The tree stand is 15ft high with a ladder nailed to the tree. The rising winds impose Disadvantage on any Perception checks to Hear, while at the same time granting Advantage for Stealth checks to move quietly.

The two yellow overlays are the area's of Bright Light from the campfires. Dim light extends for 20ft beyond each.

[Foodle]

Warwick - Human Ranger

Moving quietly back to the group Warwick relays the layout of the camp in hand gestures and hushed words, pointing out the sentry in the hunter's stand up the ladder and mentioning the possibility of more hobgoblins sleeping in the tents.

If they could silence the sentry before they were noticed it would allow a couple of them to rain arrows into the camp from relative safety and for the rest of the party to get in closer to the prisoners before they acted, preventing the hobgoblins from using them as hostages. They could also throw the longbow's Warwick had tied to his mount, over into the cage for the prisoners to put to use.

But there was still the problem of the tents and how ever many hobgoblins they contained... but that couldn't be helped.

"Take the longbows and a quiver from my horse to throw to the prisoners," he says before turning to Satheris and gesturing for him to follow towards the sentry. "Wait for the sentry to fall," he instructs before pausing momentarily for any objections or suggestions.

Knowledge Check: Would hobgoblins sleep in their armor?
Nature(?): [roll0] | [roll1] (Advantage due to favored enemy)

If noone objects...

He'll move quietly towards the ladder and start to climb behind Satheris
Stealth: [roll2] | Advantage Roll (24) (http://www.giantitp.com/forums/showsinglepost.php?p=18562625&postcount=220)

Keeping his eyes open for anything he might have missed.
Perception: [roll3] (Double Proficiency due to favored terrain) | Disadvantage Roll (27) (http://www.giantitp.com/forums/showsinglepost.php?p=18562625&postcount=220)

And if needed to climb a ladder
Athletics: [roll4]

[DSCrankshaw]

Astar - Dwarf Paladin

"We can probably be on them before they know what's happening," Astar says. "The problem is that we risk them turning on the prisoners before we can get to them. Is there any way we can get the prisoners out before they know we're here?"

[Foodle]

Warwick - Human Ranger

"The sentry is right above the only places you might have a chance, but the light from the fire will most likely reveal anyone hiding in the tree's attempting to pry a hole in the pen," he says shaking his head, there was a spell he'd seen a druid use once that called up a thick fog, he was now wishing he'd taken the time to learn it as it would have been quite useful for masking their movement. He did know one spell that could possibly help them, but was saving it to throw off pursuit should those tents hold more than they could handle and they had to flee.

[Surrealistik]

Having mused over his comrades ideas in silence, Garathos at last gives voice to his thoughts.

"Seems that the best way to proceed is to take out those tower sentries quick, quiet and simultaneously. To paraphrase my friend Astar: 'before they know what hit them'. A coordinated barrage of arrows and my bolts should do the trick; though they indeed contrast against the day, they are almost invisible against a backdrop of night. Just be careful to angle your shots such that they fall onto the platform. Once done, we can evacuate the prisoners, then mop up the camp remnants. If necessary, I can shelter our charges with a cover of darkness."

Looking out over the camp, the noble attempts to ascertain any other pertinent details of note. At a gesture, his raven vanishes into the night,

"Permit my friend a couple of minutes to scout the area; he may just catch something we haven't. Remember, we still need insight on their disposition of forces, plans and movements; capture anyone who might be of rank; it is important we learn where and when to best focus our efforts."

Kaeravak will move into heavy foliage then become invisible, scouting out the camp perimeter. He will then land, transform into a spider and investigate the interior of the tents before returning, polymorphing back into a raven and revealing himself.

Garathos' Rolls:
Stealth: [roll0]|[roll1] (Advantage)
Perception: [roll2]|[roll3] (When disadvantaged)

Kaeravak's Rolls:
Stealth: [roll4]|[roll5] (Advantage)
Investigation: [roll6] (if necessary)
Perception: [roll7]|[roll8] (When disadvantaged)

[DSCrankshaw]

Astar - Dwarf Paladin

"Well, there's not much I can do until things get moving," Astar says. He readies his shield, and starts to draw his battleaxe. He lets go of its haft and instead takes out one of his handaxes. "That said, I can hit it with this from a little ways off."

[Irish Musician]

Satheris (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=18055), Clan of the Flowing Water
Satheris knocks an arrow and waits for the others to end their conversation. Satheris turns to Warwick, and in elven, <"Should I make him fall? My arrows don't tend to miss their mark. I will be ready with whatever plan you all decide.">

Perception check, just to double check with what the others might miss (hopefully) [roll0]

[Foodle]

Warwick - Human Ranger

Warwick nods prepared to give Garathos' raven a brief chance to glean anymore information that he might have missed. Pointing to the far lookout he turns to Satheris <"If your arrows can silence that one, i'll climb and relieve this closest one of his perch and rain arrows down from there,"> he replies in elvish wanting to make sure the message was understood and they didn't end up with a sentry still alive.

[Chambers]

Hobgoblin Warcamp

The ravens flight around the camp is uninterrupted by shout or arrow, though the winds buffet it something fierce. Staying out of the bright light of the fires, the bird doesn't see any other towers or hobgoblins hiding in the trees, nor obvious traps or hindrances on the ground. Dropping down to the tents and shifting form, the spider crawls through a small tear in the first tent. Inside are three hobgoblin soldiers playing some dice game, their heavier arms and armor laid to the side in favor of more comfortable leathers and heavy blankets. Though the spider doesn't speak the hobgoblin tongue, it's clear that one of them is losing pretty badly and the other two are making sport of him.

The inside of the other tent is as sparely decorated as the other one, but the two hobgoblins inside are soldiers of rank evidenced by their higher quality clothes, arms, and armor, as well as the few maps spread out on the rough camp table between them. The older hobgoblin appears to be in charge of the conversation, pointing to different places on the map and glaring at the younger soldier across from him. The elder hobgoblin has a pair of short tusks jutting from his mouth and faintly glimmering scales on his neck and throat; the younger carries no such distinction aside from the highly polished half-plate armor he wears.

The raven returns and tells Garathos the above.

Map Updated. (http://pyromancers.com/media/view/main.swf?round_id=97916)

Warwick

Knowledge Check (Hobgoblins)
Hobgoblin warband procedures follow closely to regular military orders. Soldiers in a combat zone are kept on a constant level of low alert and are required to be ready to fight at a moments notice. This means that personal weapons are kept within arms reach at all times, if not already worn on their body, and that they wear a minimum amount of body armor while not on duty, typically some version of light armor.

[Surrealistik]

It isn't long before Garathos' raven makes a quick and abrupt return, seeming to almost materialize from the dark. The avian creature curiously pivots its head and issues a set of subdued caws that seem to be suffuse with meaning, its master looking on with interest.

"Three hobgoblins in the far tent, two officers in the other. The former are distracted with some manner of dice game, the latter seem to be discussing strategy; several points on a map were indicated."

Turning to look out over the camp once more, the warlock angles his body against the buffeting winds, evidently doing his best to minimize the chill while retaining a useful vantage.

"Gusts are especially strong tonight; enough to impede arrow fire. Though they will have no effect on my sorceries, they may well stifle our bows. I'll take out the hobgoblin in the southern lookout at range; hopefully one of you can close on the other and put it down without raising the alarm. Anything else?"

[Foodle]

Warwick - Human Ranger

Warwick listens intently to the new information and after hearing Garathos' plan to take out the southern sentry, turns to Satheris, <"Shoot whichever one is still alive when we go,"> he says altering the plan slightly. "Wait for me to get into position, then let loose. With luck the other hobgoblins wont notice anything and we'll be able to move into a better position."

Moving silently to the base of the sentry post, he starts to climb towards the platform, as he reaches the top he turns back towards the group and nods to Garathos and Satheris before throwing himself up over the edge and drawing his rapiers to quickly silence his sentry. His blades swiftly and effectively stabbing into the creatures vitals, he catches the body before it could drop and props it into a sitting position against the railing facing away from the fires.

Getting into position and climbing up the ladder quietly.
Stealth: [roll0]

Assuming advantage if he doesn't notice me getting up there. Discount it if not applicable.

Rapier vs Hobgoblin 8: Attack 1
Attack: [roll1] | [roll2]
Damage: [roll3] | On Crit: [roll4]

Rapier vs Hobgoblin 8: Attack 2
Attack: [roll5] | [roll6]
Damage: [roll7] | On Crit: [roll8]

Rapier vs Hobgoblin 8: Bonus Action Attack; Crit!
Attack: [roll9] | [roll10]
Damage: [roll11] | On Crit: [roll12]

Colossus Slayer Damage: [roll13]

Total Damage: 38 damage
New Map Link: http://pyromancers.com/media/view/main.swf?round_id=98105

[Surrealistik]

Acting on cue, Garathos glowers at the lone sentry in the tower, spitting a nearly inaudible epithet. He then bids his familiar off to the southern tower before stalking off towards the west side of the camp, circling about the tower while he moves within the treeline and foliage, keeping low to the ground, meticulously avoiding any illumination cast by the camp. The half-elf's motions are slow, careful and deliberate, painstakingly avoiding any twigs and detritus that might betray them.

Taking up a position within a set of dense brush, he waits for Satheris to move into position before reciting a whispered incantation, firing off twin bolts from his obsidian shard. Garathos' projectiles strike true, cleanly penetrating the creature's armour to fell it in a silent instant.

Hex (if this doesn't break stealth): Garathos deals 1d6 extra necrotic damage whenever he damages the Hobgoblin Sentry and it has Disadvantage on all Wisdom checks.

Stealth: [roll0]|[roll1] (The sentry has Disadvantage on its Wisdom checks)

Eldritch Blast vs Sentry 1: [roll2]|(23 (http://www.giantitp.com/forums/showsinglepost.php?p=18581797&postcount=228))
Damage: [roll3] + [roll4]
Eldritch Blast vs Sentry 2: [roll5]|(20 (http://www.giantitp.com/forums/showsinglepost.php?p=18581797&postcount=228))
Damage: [roll6] + [roll7]

Initiative (if required): [roll8]

New Map: http://pyromancers.com/media/view/main.swf?round_id=98136

[Foodle]

Warwick - Human Ranger

Warwick jumps slightly as the Hobgoblins at the fires turn to see the southern sentry fall dead, it was time to save the prisoners. Still crouched hidden atop the northern sentry post, Warwick picks up the dead Hobgoblins longbow and whispering the words of a spell quickly marks one of the tougher hobgoblins near the fire with his magic. Then finding the calm needed to make the shot he breathed out steadily releasing the arrows towards their target.

Warwick was still unnoticed/hidden yes?
So the advantage from attacking from hidden would cancel out the disadvantage from the strong winds for his ranged attack.

Bonus Action: Hunter's Mark @ Sergeant 2 (2/4 1st level spells used)

Longbow @ Sergeant 2: Attack 1
Attack: [roll0]
Damage: [roll1] | On Crit: [roll2]
Hunter's Mark: [roll3] | On Crit: [roll4]

Longbow @ Sergeant 2: Attack 2
Attack: [roll5]
Damage: [roll6] | On Crit: [roll7]
Hunter's Mark: [roll8] | On Crit: [roll9]

(If both hit) Colossus Slayer Damage: [roll10] | On Crit: [roll11]

Total Damage: 25 Damage

Movement: Scale down the ladder (15ft), then move against the tree trunk at S5 to hopefully gain some cover from any retaliatory ranged attacks.

New Map Link: http://pyromancers.com/media/view/main.swf?round_id=98369

[DSCrankshaw]

Astar - Dwarf Paladin

Now that it's begun, Astar closes in and hurls his handaxe at the nearest hobgoblin. Unfortunately, a gust of wind catches the axe in mid-flight, causing it to narrowly miss the hobgoblin.


Move
Move in to range

Action
Throw handaxe at hobgoblin at P7

[roll0]
[roll1]
[roll2]


Map: http://pyromancers.com/media/view/main.swf?round_id=98393

[Irish Musician]

Satheris (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=18055), Clan of the Flowing Water
Satheris sees the hobgolbins drop, and springs into action. He rushes into the camp, and strikes at the nearest hobgoblin. Once that hobgoblin falls, he rushes to the nest two he sees and unleashes an assault on them as well.

Move - Move 6 to P11, if the attack drops Hob 9, move 3 to O14 (No OA for surprise I believe)

Attack - on #9 [roll0] & [roll1], [roll2] & [roll3]. If #9 should drop on the first, I'll move then use my 2nd attack on Sergent 2

Bonus - Only if #9 drops, Spend a Ki after I finish out my move, and attack Sergent #2. If, for some reason, the Sergent should drop, then the 2nd attack will get focused to #4
[roll4], [roll5]
[roll6], [roll7]

New Map (http://pyromancers.com/media/view/main.swf?round_id=98457)

[Foodle]

Lord Marsec (Druid) & Hamza (Paladin)

The druid rushes forward to the battle, resting his hand on the trunk of a tree in front of him, he calls on the forces of nature. The strong winds continue to howl as his power pulls together a cloud that appears unaffected by the air currents and hangs ominously above the hobgoblin's camp. Leaning out from behind the tree Lord Marsec gestures towards the closest hobgoblins and a bolt of blinding light flashes into existence briefly, slamming into the hobgoblins around the fire.

As this is happening, the steel clad paladin runs forward to aid in their rescue mission. Seeing Satheris in the thick of battle already, she pulls up short and calls on her god to protect him from the hobgoblins before readying her weapon.

Lord Marsec
Move: Z8 -> U11
Action: Cast Call Lightning 60ft radius storm cloud centered in the air above U11. (1/2 3rd level slots remaining)
Call down a bolt as part of the initial cast @ the vertice of O-P 13-14. Hitting Sergeant 2 and Hobgoblin 4.

Damage: [roll0] Lightning. ([roll1] extra if the strong winds count as an already stormy condition)
Save for half damage vs DC 15 Dex (No saves data entered on the combat tracker)

Hamza
Move: Z7 -> T10
Action: Cast Shield of Faith on Satheris (+2 AC). (3/4 1st level slots remaining)


New Map: http://pyromancers.com/media/view/main.swf?round_id=99850

[Chambers]

Hobgoblin Warcamp

Warwicks blade slides through the hobgoblin before he even knows he's under attack, but the bolts of magical energy thrown by Garathos into the other sentry are seen by all the camp even as they slam into the hobgoblin, sending his charred body tumbling to the ground. Satheris rushes in an catches one of the soldiers off-guard while Warwicks arrows find their mark in a sergeant by the fire. As the hobgoblin snaps off the arrow shaft and rises to his feet, his shout of warning is cut off by the exploding bolt of lightning that erupts right next to him. His lifeless body slumps down and lands partway in the fire.

The hobgoblins in the camp scramble to their feet, grabbing at whatever weapon is nearby while a deep voice shouts from within a tent, bellowing a wordless warcry. The prisoners in the pen drop to the ground when the lightning strikes and huddle together in the middle, not wanting to catch a stray arrow or sword blow.

Round 2. I rolled initiative with my dice and the party beat the hobgoblins.

Party, then Hobgoblins will act. Map (http://pyromancers.com/media/view/main.swf?round_id=99850).

[Irish Musician]

Satheris (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=18055), Clan of the Flowing Water
Satheris throw some more punches towards the Hobgoblin in front of him, hoping to drop him to that he can take out the others near him, esp the Sergent. Although they have alerted their presence to the enemy, a screaming Hobgoblin would be not such a good thing.

Actions
Attack - on #9 [roll0], [roll1]......[roll2], [roll]1d6+5[roll]. If the first hit drops #9, Satheris will move to O14 and is able to do so without any OA's, and use his other hit for the Sergent. If the second hit drops #9, he will move and do the bonus action. If neither drop #9, he will just hang out and not take a bonus action.

Bonus - If he moves, he will use a Ki point and unleash two more attacks on the Sergent
[roll3], [roll4]
[roll5], [roll6]

[Surrealistik]

Garathos, Round 2:

Recalling his powers into a twisted maelstrom of darkness, Garathos storms out from his hidden position amidst the bushes, rushing headlong into the enemy camp. As his bleak aura envelops the northern campfire, its light is snuffed out, casting most of the campground, into ominous blackness.

An invisible Kaeravak then descends as if on cue, flying adjacent to one of the startled hobgoblin soldiers.

Garathos, Round 2:

Garathos casts Darkness on his implement, thereby ending Hex and moves as indicated; the light of the first campfire is suppressed by Darkness. All squares within a 15 foot radius of Garathos are subject to magical darkness.

Kaeravak moves adjacent to Hobgoblin 4.


Garathos, Round 2:

Action: Eldritch Blast vs Hobgoblin 6
Attack (Advantage): [roll0]|[roll1]
Damage: [roll2]

Action: Eldritch Blast vs Hobgoblin 6
Attack (Advantage): [roll3]|[roll4]
Damage: [roll5]


Map: http://pyromancers.com/media/view/main.swf?round_id=102698

[Foodle]

Warwick - Human Ranger

Warwick moves up against the walls penning in the prisoners. "Don't panic, keep calm. We'll deal with these goblins quickly," he promises quietly pushing the bow he held through the gaps in the fence and dropping his quiver to the ground within reach before moving off southwards. Taking a breath he plunged into the inky blackness Garathos had conjured. He was surprised his magical vision afforded him nothing at all in here and he crept forward as silent as he could, remembering there was a tree in the direction he was moving, then finding the tree as his fingers brushed against it's bark. Glad that he now had some bearing to work out where he was, he silently drew his blades again, pressed his back against the trunk and waited.

Drop the Longbow he took from the lookout and drop his quiver.

Move: S5 to 09, into the darkness aura. (i believe it's a 15ft radius cloud type thing)

Action: Stealth ([roll0] | If advantage due to weather/darkness: [roll1])

New Map: http://pyromancers.com/media/view/main.swf?round_id=100675

[DSCrankshaw]

Astar - Dwarf Paladin

As chaos explodes around him, Astar rushes forward to attack the first hobgoblin within range, laying into him with two quick slashes of his axe and a curse in Bahamut's name.


Move
See map

Action
Draw axe and attack hobgoblin 9
[roll0]
[roll1]

Second attack (see OOC):
Attack roll- 18
Damage roll - 12


Map: http://pyromancers.com/media/view/main.swf?round_id=100744

[Infernally Clay]

Finally within range of something to kill, Hamza leapt forward and charged after the first hobgoblin she saw.

Move: see map
Attack: Two attacks vs Hobgoblin 4
Attack: [roll0], [roll1]
Damage: [roll2], [roll3]

New map: http://pyromancers.com/media/view/main.swf?round_id=101262

[Foodle]

Lord Marsec

While there might yet be some hobgoblins alive in the inky blackness, he couldn't see either way to target them while not endangering his companions. Remembering the news brought by Garathos' raven though, he quickly directs another blast of lightning towards the closest tent before his face contorts and he twists in on himself sprouting hairy legs from his sides and changing form into that of a spider. Easily now, he scuttles up the tree in front of him and out onto a higher branch, out of reach of any spear or sword, where he waits patiently for something to show itself.

Action: Call Lightning @ K-L 11-12 (DC 15)
Sergeant 1 Save: 15 - [roll0] = 4; FAIL
Commander Save: 15 - [roll1] = 4; FAIL

Damage: [roll2] Lightning damage

Bonus Action: Shapechange into a Giant Wolf Spider

Movement: Climb up the tree out of the way

New Map: http://pyromancers.com/media/view/main.swf?round_id=102131

[Chambers]

Hobgoblin Warcamp

Darkness and lightning descend on the hobgoblins, blinding and blasting them in equal measure. Caught by surprise, half a dozen hobgoblin corpses lie on the ground, dead before they could manage a counter-attack. The thunderclaps from the lightning punctuate the howling wind like godly drum beats over a screeching symphony and the panicked shouts from within the tents are lost in the noise. Three hobgoblins rush out of the far tent clutching whatever hand weapon was nearby and stop when they see the globe of darkness over part of the camp. One of them motions to the others and clasps his hands together in front of this chest, then nods towards the darkness. The others hustle over to the edge of the darkness and stand side by side, then slowly advance into it, weapons held at the ready. Though stumbling through the darkness, they manage to hold their line as they run into the hobgoblin stranded inside, adjusting their line south and shouting in surprise when they bump into Garathos and Warwick. They grab the shoulders of those next to them and twist them to face the direction of your companions, and then blades lash out in the darkness, trying to find their targets.

Seeing the globe of darkness through the rents torns in the tent by the lightning, the two hobgoblins emerge from the back of the tent. The elder hobgoblin with short tusks quickly scans the battlefield and focuses on Astar, then taps the soldier of the sergeant next to him and the both of them advance on the dwarf. The sergeant swirls his heavy blade around as he approaches and then launches two massive swings at the dwarf, while the commander stands nearby and lifts his long blade into the air. He shouts something in draconic that sounds like a both a prayer and a curse and then fire erupts from his mouth as he breathes a cone of liquid flame at Astar's face. The cone expands behind the dwarf and catches Satheris, extending into the darkness as well to scorch unseen Warwick.

Hobgoblins 1, 2, 3, 5 & 10 form a line and walk through the darkness until they bump into Garathos and Warwick, then attack the squares they are in. I'm counting the giving directions by touching their adjacent hobgoblins as their Interacting with an Object for the round. They have disadvantage on the attacks due to the Darkness.

Vs Garathos (AC 19)
Hobgoblin 10
Attack (Disadvantage) [roll0] [roll1]
Damage [roll2] & [roll3]

Hobgoblin 5
Attack (Disadvantage) [roll4] [roll5]
Damage [roll6] & [roll7]

Hobgoblin 3
Attack (Disadvantage) [roll8] [roll9]
Damage [roll10] & [roll11]

Vs Warwick (AC 17)
Hobgoblin 2
Attack (Disadvantage) [roll12] [roll13]
Damage [roll14] & [roll15]

Hobgoblin 1
Attack (Disadvantage) [roll16] [roll17]
Damage [roll18] & [roll19]

Vs Astar (Two Attacks) (AC 20)
Sergeant 1
Attack [roll20]
Damage [roll21] & [roll22]

Attack [roll23]
Damage [roll24] & [roll25]

Commander
Breath Weapon (DC 15 Dexterity save, Astar, Satheris, & Warwick)
Damage [roll26]

http://pyromancers.com/media/view/main.swf?round_id=102592

Being Round 3.

[DSCrankshaw]

Astar - Dwarf Paladin

Astar sidesteps the first two attacks, and gets his shield up just in time to absorb the worst of the fire blast.

"Get the commander!" he shouts. "I've got this one."

"Moradin's hammer strike you down!" Astar shouts in dwarven. His axe lashes out at the sergeant, bursting into blinding white light as it does.


[roll0]
[roll1]

[roll2]
[roll3]

On first hit, use Divine Smite
Use 2nd level spell slot
[roll4]

If the first attack drops the sergeant, Astar will attack the commander with the second attack.

[Foodle]

Warwick - Human Ranger

Managing to avoid the worst of the flames ashe felt the heat wave approaching by dropping to a knee the ranger peers around in the darkness unable to see anything. "Garathos!" he calls out urgently, hoping the half-elf would understand and remove his shadowy protection.

Delaying, til i can see something. Hopefully just after Garathos' turn.

Also Sergeant 1 is dead from Astar's attacks and I entered in the breath weapon damage to Warwick and Astar.

Combat Tracker: (LINK (https://docs.google.com/spreadsheets/d/1dKGF12MFF7eXaDa3eyuZ19e8B5Z7PFju9ptQp0y8KEk/edit#gid=2))

Updated Map: http://pyromancers.com/media/view/main.swf?round_id=102643

[Surrealistik]

Clad in the dark, Garathos effortlessly parries and avoids the weapons blindly thrust in his direction. The warlock smiles grimly as bolts of lightning tear across the camp, leaving smouldering ruin and scorched goblinoids in their wake. When his ears catch Warwick's plea over the clash of thunder and flaring skyfall, his lips span wider still.

"Patience friend." he replies. "First you'll need some breathing room."

At that, his implement charges with the arcane might of his hellish patron, conjuring another set of twin bolts that slice through the foes bordering Warwick. When one of them falls away from the thick of the melee, fatally penetrated, Garathos strides north, freeing his companion from the oppressive dark.

For his part, Kaeravak suddenly appears opposite Astar, spontaneously materializing as it sets about the act of obnoxiously pecking and cawing at the hobgoblin commander, allies afforded a precious opening amidst its annoying onslaught.

Garathos, Round 3:

Garathos
Standard: Eldritch Blast vs Hobgoblin 1, then Hobgoblin 2 if it dies.
Attack Rolls (Advantage due to Darkness): [roll0]|[roll1]
[roll2]|[roll3]
Damage Rolls: [roll4]|[roll5] (Hobgoblin 1 is dead)

Move: As indicated.

Kaeravak moves as indicated and takes the Help action, targeting the Hobgoblin Commander and Hamza. Hamza has Advantage on her next attack against the Commander until the start of Kaeravak's next turn.


Map: http://pyromancers.com/media/view/main.swf?round_id=102698

[Foodle]

Warwick - Human Ranger

Warwick blinks rapidly as his vision is brought back. Finding him staring face to face with a hobgoblin, he sneers at it and launches into a flurry of attacks before it too regained it's senses.

Action: Attacking Hobgoblin 2, then 3, should #2 die. And if both should die in the first two swings, then moving to attack the commander.

Attack: [roll0]
Rapier Damage: [roll1]
If Crit: [roll2]

Attack: [roll3]
Rapier Damage: [roll4]
If Crit: [roll5]

Bonus Action: Offhand Attack
Attack: [roll6]
Rapier Damage: [roll7]
If Crit: [roll8]


Map: http://pyromancers.com/media/view/main.swf?round_id=102720

[Irish Musician]

Satheris (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=18055), Clan of the Flowing Water
Satheris side-steps the blast that comes from the Commander, but still gets singed a little bit from the fire that roared from his maw. <"Nice try, hatchling, but you will not burn water that easily!">, he says in Draconic. With that, Satheris unleashes a multitude of punches and jabs at the Dragonborn.

Turn

Move - shift over to O12
Actions - Double attack [roll0], [roll1]; [roll2], [roll3]

Bonus - Actually using my bonus action this round. [roll4], [roll5]; [roll6], [roll7]

New Map (http://pyromancers.com/media/view/main.swf?round_id=103137)

[Foodle]

Hamza the Paladin & Lord Marsec the Druid

Taking advantage of the raven buffeting the hobgoblin Hamza blindsides him, delivering a massive strike with her greatsword that the hobgoblin casually sidesteps before sweeping the blade back at him as she reversed the stroke.

Meanwhile, still in the guise of a spider perched secure on a branch that was bobbing up and down the in the wind, Lord Marsec quietly watched the carnage unfold below him. From his vantage point he easily see's the two hobgoblins appear from the inky cloud of blackness as it moved away from them. Mentally calling out to the storm again he sends a bolt of lightning to strike at their feet.

Hamza
Move: Q14 -> N13

Action: Attack @ Commander

(Great Weapon Mastery) Attack 1: [roll0] | Advantage from Garathos' Familiar: [roll1]; MISS
Damage: 4 (str) + 10 (gwm) + [roll2], [roll3] | Great Weapon Fighting Style Rerolls: [roll4], [roll5]

Attack 2: [roll6]; CRIT!
Damage: 4 (str) + [roll7], [roll8] | Great Weapon Fighting Style Rerolls: [roll9], [roll10]
Crit Damage: 6 [Link (http://www.giantitp.com/forums/showsinglepost.php?p=18776343&postcount=279)]

Total Damage: 21 slashing

Lord Marsec
Action: Call Lightning @ M,N-9,10 (DC 15)

Hobgoblin 2: 15 - [roll11] = 2; FAIL
Hobgoblin 3: 15 - [roll12] = 5; FAIL

(Save for Half) Damage: [roll13] lightning

New Map: http://pyromancers.com/media/view/main.swf?round_id=105132