IC: Keep of the Shadowfel (Forgotten Realms)

[Felhammer]

Some of you have known Lurk Aleman for many years, others only recently. He is a well known traveling ale merchant. Once a year he comes east from his home in Baldur's Gate to the Dalelands to hawk his special "Fire Snout Ale", which is quite beloved by all, rich and poor. He has made this journey for the last fifteen years. Lurk is escorted by a band of mercenaries from Baldur's Gate to Porskur, where he meets up with local mercenaries and adventurers who aid him in his travels to the Dalelands. Once in Archendale, he once more sheds his guards and picks up a new cadre of friends. From there he zig zags his way across the Dales, hawking his wares and making quite a bit of gold for himself. It was on his meandering journey through the Dalelands that each of the members of the company the Dwarf now keeps joined up. Lurk promised steady pay for reliable work. He is a short, fat, long bearded Shield Dwarf who is far happier telling a good story than he is fighting Orcs or Goblins, which is why he loves to surround himself with six, seven, sometimes even ten guardians. The simple life is his motto and by that creed he lives. Each member of the party has been traveling with the Dwarf for just over a month now. Highmoon is one of his favorite towns and so saves it for the end of his journey. With your services no longer required, Lurk pays each of his "brave guards" fifty gold and hands each a small bottle of Fire Snout Ale ("to remember him by").

From Lurk's wagon, the group heads over to a local pub to have a drink and decide what to do next. A low fire burns in the hearth of this comfortable common room. The tavern, called the Gilded Lady, is empty of patrons except for a lone human man. Not long after you sit down with your drinks, a group of tough-looking humans saunters into the tavern to the center of the room. The man in the corner leans back into the shadows of his booth. However, the seven new arrivals spot him. Four move to the front and back doors, while three cross the room, cornering the patron.

[onlie2005]

She was the odd person out in the group. At least the half orc and the drow were adults but Maria was only 9 years old. And nothing that really stood out about her differentiating her with most 9 year olds. She was small for her age, standing about a few inches short of 4 feet, and was lean and lanky. She had long, reddish brown hair and hazel eyes and was fairskinned with a touch of sallowness. The girl wore plain, regular clothing consisting of a blue shirt, brown pants, a pair of black boots and a hooded red cloak. She kept her backpack under the table and protectively between her legs.

While she enjoyed her time with Lurk and her adventurous journey with the caravan, she was happy to finally arrive at Highmoon. Even being from the Dalelands and all and being used to the outdoors from time to time, and actually enjoying it as much as she enjoyed libraries and tomes, the constnat bumping and thunping from the wagon was often hard on her backside. And she missed a warm meal and a warm bed. She was not a ranger. The hard earth and daily rations tended to be tiresome after a while. Still given the 50 gold that she was paid it was well worth it. As always she put it in her money pouch which she always kept in her backpack.

Maria took Fire Snout Ale and even tried it. And regretted it immediately. It actually tasted good to a certain extent but it burned her throat and made her cough uncontrollably for a while. She she stowed it in her backpack and decided not to try it again. She drank milk and for had beef stew which felt good in her tummy and a far better meal than rations. For the most part she minded her own business and kept to herself. That is until the tough looking humans arrived. Immediately alarm bells started ringing in her head. She did not need to be an adult or a sage to know that what they were doing meant trouble. Giving Brochdern a slight nudge with her foot under the table to get his attention she gestures her head towards the newcomers.

OOC: Insight Check to see the motives of tough look humans

[roll0]

[Veloric]

When Tirel set out to make his fortune he hadn't expected to be dragged all across the Dales. Keeping rations and watches wasn't something he was used to in the comfort of Waterdeep, and he certainly wasn't all that trusting of the ragtag group of "help" the good man Lurk had hired. He had kept mostly to himself along the way, but couldn't resist a chance to join the others in relaxing at the local pub.

Not long after he starts to down his Fire Snout Ale, he notices seven rough and haggard looking men enter the room and sends a glance their way. Men in groups of three or more always seem to be in the mood for mischief. He looks to their body language to determine their intentions.

Insight Check [roll0]

Noticing the stranger seemingly beset upon by these men, Tirel excuses himself from the table - grabbing his Ale on the way - and moves towards the stranger in the corner booth. "Ho there! I believe I owe you a drink. If it weren't for you, those bugbear brigands would surely have made off with all we had. You'll have to show me how to fight like that sometime. This one's on me, as well as a few more if you'd be so kind as to share a few techniques."

Failing to see any issue, Tirel buries himself in his drink and seems to be lost in thought.

[Gillric]

Thanos

Seeing the toughs moving to block the door, Thanos rises from his seat and sways a little to appear as if he has had too much drink. Slurring his speech to further the ruse, Thanos calls out What's the meaning of this? Why have you blocked the doors?

[roll0]

[Anubis Dread]

Ah, evening in an inn. A time when she could take off her heavy cloak, rest it on the back of the chair and enjoy the stares of other patrons, whether they be of horror or lust. It almost took the fun out of it that there was only one other guy in the bar. But just having that damn thing off was good enough for Valias. Sometimes she wished she could just get that twice damned sun out of the sky. If never seemed to matter all that much back in Luskan. Then again, Luskan was so disease ridden she was pretty sure it created a protective smog from the sun's rays.

Leaning back in her chair and staring at her ale bottle thoughtfully, the drow barely lifted her head when thugs began to file in. She couldn't just drink this, her metabolism didn't work that way anymore. Usually she'd borrow a whore for the evening, get them as drunk as possible and feed off of them, but again they were the only people in the inn right now. She guessed she'd just save it for now. Could make a good bribe later on.

Though she didn't care when the thugs filed in like that, she certainly did care when they blocked the exits. She didn't like being blocked off like this. It made her uncomfortable. Standing up from her chair, Valian pushed it back in before tucking her ale bottle into her discarded cloak and walking over to the thugs standing by their fellow patron. Grabbing a hold of one by the shoulder, Valian forced him to look into her eyes before continuing. "You're disturbing our first night in an inn for some time. You're trying to cut off any escape we have. And you're ganging up on the only other person in the inn I could amuse myself with if I got bored. Explain. NOW."


Intimidate: [roll0]

[Felhammer]

The newcomers seem quite ruff around the edges. They are definitely up to no good.

The group is spurred into action. Tirel calls out, asking if his "friend" wants a drink. One of the ruffians saunters over to block the Ardent's path. The man's face has contorted into a scowl, while his hand has drifted down to the hilt of the mace that dangles from his belt.

Meanwhile, Thanos asks the thuggish looking men why they are guarding the doors. One of them, a man with slicked back black hair grunts, "Doesn't concern you. Sit down."

Velias stands up and demands a reason for what is going on. The same ruffian that is blocking Tirel's path stops in his track and visibly recoils. After a few breaths to regain his composure, he points his finger at the Vampire and spits, "Shut up you cave elf. We don't take orders from your kind. Sit down and shut up... Or else." The man has firmly gripped the hilt of his mace, ready to use it at a moment's notice if the group causes trouble. Velias notices beads of sweat rolling down the ruffian's face.

The leader of the group, a scarred man in chainmail, leans menacingly over the table of the patron. “You’re the one, ain’t you?” he asks. The other man recoils in the booth, mumbling.

You hear him manage to stutter, “I—I—d-don’t know what you’re talking about.” The scarred man seizes the shirt of the tavern patron, fumbles with the man’s shirt collar, and yanks out a holy symbol.

The holy symbol that the man in the corner wears is made of oak and bears the symbol of a rose. The symbol is that of the goddess Chauntea, a benevolent deity of nature and the harvest.

[Anubis Dread]

Velias blinks in shock for a moment, before she begins to snigger. Then she began to laugh, hard enough that she had to bend over and hold her stomach. Tears dotted her eyes as she kept laughing, trying to get it under control. "Oh, oh dear Lolth you're so dead," she panted between laughs, finally calming down as she wiped the tears from her eyes and looked at the thug, still snickering.

Finally getting that under control, the drow grabbed the thug by the shoulders before lunging forward, attempting to sink her fangs into his neck.


Using Taste of Life: [roll0] vs Fortitude, dealing [roll1] damage and gaining 6 temp hp on a hit.

[Dr.Samurai]

Brochdern rested on the bench at the table, his head leaning against the wall, with his eyes shut. He had finished his roast and potatoes and enjoyed two pints of the Fire Snout Ale. Now he was sleepy, but didn't want to retire to his room just yet, especially with the little girl still awake. He hears the rustling of clothing and opens one eye to see Valias' cloak falling to the floor. She sure did enjoy flaunting her assets. Mind the little one Valias, Brochdern says before shutting his eye again. Almost on cue, Maria begins to cough uncontrollably. Brochdern opens his other eye, the storm-grey orb with vivid purple scars radiating from it, and sees the little girl struggling with a flagon of Fire Snout Ale. He snickers, but sits up to take the mug from her, I told you you wouldn't like it. She kicks him and gestures across the room, and Brochdern turns to see seven ruffians enter the Gilded Lady and block the exits.

A few make their way to the only other patron in the place, sitting alone in the corner. Tirel, Velias, and Thanos all act to challenge or hinder the men. Brochdern takes a deep breath and then gives Maria an incredulous look, Elves, he says. Downing the last bit of Fire Snout in an abandoned mug on the table, he rises from his bench and draws his longspear, Stay under cover by the table Maria. If you have to help, he looks around at the Gilded Lady, try not to burn the place down.

When the men grab the lone patron and start harassing him, Velias lunges forward and grabs for the ruffian's throat.

[Felhammer]

The scarred man who had been harassing the patron turns around and says, "Bloody hell! Take care of this rabble. Make sure you pop the teeth out of bite-y over there while you're at it."

Thanos, Marianna and Brochdern are up!

[Dr.Samurai]

The scarred man who had been harassing the patron turns around and says, "Bloody hell! Take care of this rabble. Make sure you pop the teeth out of bite-y over there while you're at it."

Brochdern growls, Blasted elves! He moves to the two near one of the exits and lashes out. He thrusts his spear at the thug next to the wall, and hits the other thug with a gaze from his Eye of Fury. A powerful divine compulsion, the Eye of Fury unleashes pent up rage within its target, and compels it to unleash that anger on the bearer of the eye. Failure to do so leaves the person in pain and torment as the furious energy builds up within them with no outlet.

Move Action - Move to M-12.
Standard Action - Attack T1 w/ Ardent Strike - [roll0] Damage [roll1]
Hit Effect - T1 is subject to Divine Sanction (7dmg if triggered) until the end of Brochdern's next turn.
Minor Action - Divine Challenge (7dmg if triggered) on T2.

[Gillric]

Thanos

Quickly spotting the holy symbol of a benevolent deity hanging from the man's neck, a deity not that different from his own chosen goddess quickly brings Thanos' bow to hand as he moves into a better position atop one of the tables. This is quickly followed by two shots, one at either thug by the door opposite Brochdern's charge.

Seeing both of the toughs drop with his arrows embedded in their chests, Thanos turns his attention and his focus to the man in front of the Drow.

Move: to R7
Standard: Draw Bow and Twin Strike
Vs T4: [roll0] for [roll1]
Vs T3: [roll2] for [roll3]
Minor: Hunter's Quarry on R1

[onlie2005]

Burn the place down? Who me? Nah I'll just collapse the roof on their heads. Or not.. Maria says with a mischievous grin. If anyone knows her well enough they would know she is being humorous and would take the half orc's words to heart. She knew what her spells were capable of. Though she almost casted a fire spell when she saw the patron now being assaulted. Instead she points her wand in that direction and two of the men nearest to the patron causing them to shriek in terror and fall to the ground.


Standard Action: Cast Phantom Chasm centered on T13. Burst 1 within 10. IINT vs WILL. Only affects enemies. If Critical Hit does a total of 17 maximum damage. Hit causes enemies to fall prone and be immobilized till the end of their next turn. If miss enemies fall prone only and suffer half damage. Use Heroic Effort human racial encounter power to add +4 to attack on HM so that it is a hit.

Phantom Chasm Attack on HM: [roll0]
Phantom Chasm Attack on R2: [roll1]
Damage if Hit: [roll2]

[Felhammer]

The two Ruffians rush headlong into combat, one attacking Velias, the other the Half-Orc!

Dazing Strike (standard; encounter) ✦ Weapon
[roll0] vs. Brochdern's AC
[roll1] damage, the target is dazed until the end of the ruffian’s next turn, and the Ruffians shifts 1 square. He was supposed to be Prone at the beginning of the turn.

Dazing Strike (standard; encounter) ✦ Weapon
[roll2] vs. Velias' AC
[roll3] damage, the target is dazed until the end of the ruffian’s next turn, and the Ruffians shifts 1 square.

[Veloric]

Once the vampire sprung into action everything seemed to move like lightning. Still unnerved by the use of fangs and impressed by the skill of his companion archer, Tirel sees an opportunity to reach the timid man. Drawing his sword, he runs towards the corner booths. One of the men plants himself adamantly in the way. Tirel yells, "Do you really intend to fight a night walker and an Eye of Gruumsh? Stand aside!" as he swings his massive blade in an arc towards the ruffian.
Move to Q11
Attack R1 with Demoralizing Strike
[roll0] To Hit
[roll1] Damage
-2 to all Defenses until the end of my next turn

[onlie2005]

OOC: Sorry I have to ask this here but why is Maria down? And should not the mercenary be hit by her spell? I added the Heroic Effort power to the attack roll on him.

[Anubis Dread]

The hit may not have even dented her, but it still had enough force behind it to make Velias' head reel. She thought she'd gotten past little blow like this making her woozy, but apparently even the undead could be sucker hit every now and again.

Forcing herself to ignore the noise both inside and outside her head, Velias sank her fangs back into her prey.


Using Taste of Life again: 1d20+4 vs Fortitude, dealing 1d8+8 damage and gaining 6 temp hp on a hit.

Since the Ruffian seems fairly tough, also using Blood Drinker if the attack hits. 1d10 extra damage.

[Felhammer]

The grizzled mercenary finds himself immobilized by dark magic. He whips out a crossbow and shoots Tirel. Meanwhile the thug steps back from the hulking Half-Orc, then runs out of the tavern.

Thug 2 shifts back, then gets the heck out of dodge.

Mercenary Crossbow v. Tirel's AC:
a [roll0]
d [roll1] damage

[Gillric]

Thanos

With the men guarding the doors all either down or having fled. Thanos fires a volley at the nearest enemy fighting in close combat with Tirel and Velias.

Standard:
Twin Strike vs R1
[roll0] vs AC for [roll1]
[roll2] vs AC for [roll3]
If either attack hits: Quarry Damage: [roll4]

The first arrow buries itself in the floor between the mans feet, the second sinks into the mans thigh.

[Dr.Samurai]

Brochdern buries his spear in the first brigand's gut, then yanks it out and turns to face the victim of his Eye of Fury. The man's own fear overwhelms even Brochdern's divine power and he turns tail and runs. Brochdern growls in frustration, Rabble! Not worth the effort! He turns to eye the rest of the encounter. His allies mostly untouched, Brochdern decides to bring the right to the men near the patron at the booth. He charges around the table, bringing his spear and Eye to bear.


Move Action - Move to P-13.
Minor Action - Divine Challenge HM.
Standard Action - Charge R2 (+2 Speed, Ardent Strike), ending in S-13.
Attack - [roll0]
Damage - [roll1]
Hit Effect - R2 is affected by Divine Sanction until next turn.
Free Action - If Ardent Strike hits, use Furious Assault - [roll2]

[Felhammer]

One Ruffian takes his mace and swings it wildly at Tirel's face, while the other Ruffian moves up to strike the Paladin, aiming for the Half-Orc's thigh.



Ruffian 1 Mace v Tirel's AC
a [roll0]
d [roll1]

Ruffian 2 Mace v Brochdern's AC
a [roll2]
d [roll3]




Brochdern
Thanos
Tirel
Velias



[roll4]

Whoever the die chooses receives a free Action Point to compensate for Maria's absence.

[Veloric]

Reeling back from the blow with his ears ringing and face bloody, Tirel brings his sword around at an upward angle to break the Ruffian's guard. Unable to dodge or parry the blow, the Ruffian is cut down. Before there is even time for the body to fall to the ground - and with an almost unnatural speed - Tirel is on the way to assist Brochdern. He takes position next to the Half-Orc, letting out a cry and brings his sword down upon his foe. Unfortunately the swing goes wide and Tirel is left side to side with Brochdern in the skirmish.


Part the Fog on R1
Attack [roll0]
Damage [roll1]
Allies adjacent the target or me gain +2 to attack that target
Move to S12
Action Point for a Standard
War Song Strike on R2
Attack [roll0]
Damage [roll1]
Allies who hit the target gain Tirel's CON score as temporary hitpoints [+3]

[onlie2005]

Maria decides to move closer, to get a better shot. She then unleashes to lightning bolts that safely weave around her friends as they attempt to strike the leader and the enemy beside him.


Standard Action: Cast Arc Lightning. INT vs REF. If critical hit does 11 damage total.

Arc Lightning on HM: [roll0]
Arc Lightning on R2: [roll1]
Arc Lightning Damage if Hit: [roll2]
Reroll Damage Roll if previous Damage roll is a natural 1: [roll3]

[onlie2005]

Sorry decided to add to the attack roll against Human Mercenary since Maria has the Harper PIn.



Use Lliras Grace Encounter Power from Harper Pin to Add to Attack Roll on HM: [roll0]

[Anubis Dread]

Velias was guessing these thugs regretted their decision to pick a fight with her. Even if they did, she had no intention of going easy on them just because they'd learnt their lesson.

Looking over at the last remaining chaff, Velias shot a glare at them strong enough to melt their flesh from their bones before moving into a better position.


Dark Beckoning on Thug: [roll0]
Damage: [roll1]

[Felhammer]

The Human Mercenary takes his longsword and looks at his two opponents and decides it best to assault the easier target (the Ardent).

Press the Advantage v Tirel's AC
recharge [roll0]
a [roll1]
[roll2] damage
the target is pushed 1 square and dazed (save ends).

He suffers Divine Challenge... So 7 damage?

[onlie2005]

Maria sees both of her lightning bolts hit and decides to press the issue. She once again unleashes both lightnings on the two remaining enemies.

By my reckoning I think I am in the group next in the initiative. Sorry if I am wrong.

Standard Action:Cast Arc Lightning on HM and R1. INT vs REF. If critical hit does 11 damage. Because it is an Evocation spell a natural damage roll of 1 can be rerolled once since Maria's specialization is Evocation

Arc Lightning on HM: [roll0]
Arc Lightning on R2: [roll1]
Damage if Hit:[roll2]
Reroll natural 1 roll of damage:[roll3]

[Gillric]

Thanos

Thanos, seeing his quarry fall, moves to get a clear shot at the leader. Taking a moment to focus on the man, he lets another two arrows fly.

Move: to Q13
Minor: Quarry on HM
Standard: Two fang strike on HM
1)[roll0]16 vs AC for [roll1]
2)[roll2] vs AC for [roll3]
If both attacks hit: +3 damage.
If either attack hits: Quarry damage: [roll4]


The first arrow thunks into the wall behind the man, but the second buries itself deeply in the mans chest. Thanos watches as the man collapses to the ground.

[Dr.Samurai]

Brochdern's tension rises in anticipation of the human's attack. But the leader of the group fights against the fury infecting him and strikes at Tirel. Brochdern sees the strain on the man's face, and smiles thinking he may have a strong opponent before him. Just then, a mace smacks into the armor on his thigh. Brochdern looks down at the weapon, then up at the man's lackey wielding it, Do you know how to use that thing? Lightning slips past and strikes the leader, but misses the mace-wielder. Brochdern seizes the advantage as the man jerks away from the spell.

Standard Action - Holy Strike vs. R2
Attack - [roll0]
Damage - [roll1]
Minor Action - Divine Challenge vs. HM.

As he impales the mace-wielder with his spear, an arrow buries itself into the leader and he collapses. Looking around the Gilded Lady, it seems all foes have been defeated.

[Felhammer]

The fight ends with a quick series of blows. At almost the same moment, two guards burst into the pub and see the corpses of the fallen. The barkeep calls out to the guards and regales them of your heroics. Satisfied with the testimony, the guards haul the fallen goons out of the tavern. As you look out the window, you can see the guards have caught and shackled the thug who fled the battlefield.

The man huddled in the booth is dressed in plain clothes, indistinguishable from a craftsman or farmer were it not for the holy symbol that he now clutches in white-knuckled hands. The man’s brown hair is in utter disarray, and even now, his thin, wiry frame quivers from the traumatic experience. He looks up at you with wide, blue eyes as you approach and says, “Th-th-thank you so much for saving me. Chauntea bless you; bless all of you! I thought for sure I was d-d-dead. My name is Gevarn, and I’m an acolyte of Chauntea.”

[onlie2005]

Maria was relieved the fight was over. Oddly enough she was not affected by all the death, she had seen it before, at least outwardly, though inwardly she felt sadness at what had transpired. She tried to shake it off and act brave though. Besides she was worried about the lone patron. She approached Gevarn and asked, Why did they try to kill you in the first place?

[Dr.Samurai]

Brochdern watches with disdain as the town guard removes the corpses. He steps over the pool of blood before the booth and leans against the wall, wiping the head and shaft of his spear. In accordance with the revelations of his god, Gruumsh, it is Brochdern's duty to protect those that can't protect themselves. But the visions he saw during the ritual that granted him his powers were less clear on respecting those that required his protection. He eyes the stuttering coward as he meticulously cleans the blood from his spear, letting the others question what the fuss was all about.

[Felhammer]

The man flashes a confused look at Maria, "Well, little one, those were bad men. You would do well to heed my advice when I say do not tread down the same dark paths those men chose. You are obviously a talented arcanist. Do not be tempted to do bad things for bad people, it will always end in your ignoble death." His gaze drifts upwards, towards the Elves and the Half-Orc, "They were hired street thus - ruffians, really - sent by the forces of EVIL to stop me on my mission!"

[Gillric]

Thanos

Before the guards remove the bodies, Thanos attempts to collect as many of his arrows as possible.

When the old man speaks, Thanos listens before entering the conversation. What is this mission that could draw such forces to stop one man?

[Veloric]

While the timid man speaks, Tirel takes time to clean his blade. Satisfied, he moves to stand beside Thanos and listens on. What could this man have possibly done to attract the attention of such unsavory company? he thinks to himself. He had never trusted these religious types and didn't quite understand how they could continue to dote upon their God even when beset upon.

[Felhammer]

“I come from a town called Winterhaven up in the Thunder Peaks. The cleric I serve, Sister Linora, has learned that a cult of Shar has asserted itself in our town. She sent me to go find help, but I’m afraid I’m not well educated in the ways of the world, and those men must have tracked me down to stop me from finding aid.”

[Anubis Dread]

So, the forced of EVIL (capitalization not optional) were active in this town and this man had come to find people to stop it.. despite not being able to handle a few thugs. Or maybe he'd seen that they were getting involved and had decided to let them handle it so he didn't need to display his skills. That would be the optimal move, but that assumed he was talented enough to know what was the case.

"Define 'asserted'," Velian asks. Unlike Grummush or Lolth, Shar tended to be a little less local with her particular brand of religious fervor. On the other hand, it would be hypocritical of her to go in just because they worshiped an evil god when she did the same.

[Felhammer]

“As I said, I am not well educated in such matters. Sister Linora has learned through her communions with the Great Mother that Shar has turned her dark eyes upon our humble little town. Shar, the Mistress of Night, seeks ever to increase her influence over the world and bring us all to ruin. The Sister instructed me to go find help while she tries to uncover the cult and discover its dark purpose.”

[onlie2005]

Upon hearing the word Shar and the priest's story, Maria definitely becomes interested. Maria thinks ahead and searches her memory for information she might have read about regarding Winterhaven and the Goddess Shar and her followers.


History Check:[roll0]
Religion Check:[roll1]


Edit: Sorry it should be +5 on the Religion check although it is still a good roll nonetheless. :) The result should be 23 not 28. My bad.

[Anubis Dread]

"Yeah that's a little bit vague to go off of," Velias shrugged. "It could mean everything from 'destroy the entire town' to 'give candy to children when Chauntea believes it will give them cavities.' That second option isn't too likely seeing as they hired these thugs, but it might just be really good candy.""

[Veloric]

Ever on the lookout for opportunity, Tirel finds that this priest's situation fits in perfectly with his plans. He needed capital and he needed prestige, both of which 'defending a poor village' could assist with. Of course he wished to help the man but he could not do so alone.

He had already made his mind up in the matter but to the priest said,"And what reason would anyone have to assist your village aside from their own goodwill?"

[Gillric]

Thanos

Just their own goodwill? Is not the plight of the villagers against the encroaching darkness reason enough? I for one would be honoured to answer the call.

[Dr.Samurai]

Brochdern's ears perk at the mention of Shar. When he underwent the ceremony to become an Eye of Gruumsh, he received a vision, revelation, into the true nature of Gruumsh. Many interpret the scenes as flashbacks into the dawn of time, when the gods were first establishing themselves on Toril. Much work goes into deciphering what has been seen. Many share the same visions, but occasionally an orc becomes an Eye of Gruumsh and claims to see new insights. All of these must be vetted and discussed.

One such vision is of a woman's figure, made up of darkness. Some believe it to be a silhouette of a woman, perhaps a goddess cast into darkness or disgraced. Others think it a shadow of a woman, someone that had passed from that time, or had once been significant but no longer. Others believe her to be the Mistress of Night; Shar, the Dark Goddess. The woman in the vision is significant because she is seen at the time of Gruumsh's fall and the betrayal of the orcs. The few orc scholars and elder Eyes believe whoever the obscured lady is, she is integral to learning the secret of Gruumsh's previous nature and his current state.

Could this be a coincidence? The theory concerning Shar among the New Eyes has gained some momentum. The Dark Goddess has influence over trickery, betrayal, secrets, thieves, and loss. And it is suspected that she gained Gruumsh's confidence and later betrayed him, causing him to lose his legacy and become the mockery of himself that he is today.

As a believer, Brochdern must meditate on his visions and revelations, and follow leads whenever and wherever they present themselves. Could this be one?

Brochdern comes out of his thinking to hear Tirel pose a question, And what reason would anyone have to assist your village aside from their own goodwill?

The half-orc turns his stormeye to his companion, Those of us with the strength to fight have the burden to do so when others cannot. And if this..., he spares a pitying glance at the acolyte, Gevarn is it? Yes, if this Gevarn is who they send when they are in need, well, I think it is clear where the burden falls.

Besides, Shar is selfish and of a single purpose; to further her ends. If her minions are interested in that little town, there must be more there than even they know.

[Felhammer]

The priest looks overjoyed when Brochdern and Thanos say they will help him, “I thank you all for coming to my aid. Having seen how well you handled yourselves with those thugs, might I beseech you to come to the aid of our beleaguered town? The lord of the town would surely reward you if you manage to find this cult and eliminate it. You would also have the thanks of me, Sister Linora, and the Great Mother if you would lend us your aid.”

[Veloric]

Throwing a look of content towards his eager companions Tirel says, "Shall we travel together then, Gevarn? I am actually itching to get back on the road."

I'm truth, he had already resolved to assist the priest. He was happy though that his party was so ready to come to the man's aid. While escorting the traveling ale merchant had been an ordeal all its own, he knew he was capable of more than being a mere hired hand.

[Anubis Dread]

Velias really didn't like the idea of charging into a town and uprooting an entire religion just because they were EVIL (capitilization not optional), but she did like the idea of a reward. More importantly, she disliked the idea of being seperated from her comrades. They seemed eager to help the church. Not necessarily the TOWN, but the church. If she wanted to stick with them she'd need to play life and go along with it too, even if she had some misgivings.

"Fine. Maybe this Sister Linora has some more information we can have before making up our minds. Either way just getting to the town seems the first step no matter what," she agreed.

[Felhammer]

"Thank you, thank you! I just know you will be able to help protect Winterhaven from Shar! We should leave immediately! I will buy provisions from the barkeep, then we will make our way across the East Way, up into the Thunder Peaks and then to Winterhaven." The man stumbles out of the booth and requisitions several supplies from the Barkeep, including four wineskins and one waterskin (the latter for Maria), a backpack full of trail rations, a (very small) basket full of salted pork and three tents.

The priest estimates that the Highmoon is about a hundred miles away from Winterhaven, so the journey will take about four and a half days. The road is well tread (as far as roads go these days). You don't pass many merchants or other travelers, it seems people are avoiding Winterhaven and the Thunderpeaks these days (a fact which does not escape Gevran's notice (and makes him all the more anxious)). On the third night of travel, the party finds themselves sitting around a roaring campfire. The three tents have been set up, the smallest for Maria, a large one for Velias, Thanos and Tirel, while a third for Gaven and Brochdern. The smell of roasting pork permeates the air, its sticky sweet scent makes your mouths salivate with desire.

"Now, now," says the priest, "There is enough for all of us... Well at least for this single meal. It shall be our best meal!" Gevarn looks to his would-be saviors and asks, "We have been on the road for three days now and I barely know anything Winterhaven's newly minted protectors. From where do you hail, what are your life stories?" He turns the stick over to cook the other side of the pork, "Come now, a watched meal does not cook any faster. How did you come to the Dalelands? You seem to have formed a cohesive group before your timely intervention. How came you to be friends, nay, comrades?"

[Anubis Dread]

"I'm a drow. I'm sure you can guess where I'm from," Velias stated wryly. "I've spent more time in Luskan than in the Underdark though. Hells I was there before the spell plague was. As for becoming friends... it just sort of happened," she shrugged. "I took some mercenary work, these guys did too and here we are. Not that I'm complaining."

[Veloric]

Tirel's stomach rumbles a bit louder than he'd like as he eyes the salted pork wantingly. He hadn't had much to eat along their journey, as his appetite had dropped almost entirely. Striking down the men in the Gilded Lady had been the right thing to do - and he was glad he had done it - but he wasn't sure he could ever get used to the idea of ending a life. It was just so abrupt.

Sitting around the fire he heard the priest's questions. Thinking them fair, he replied after his Drow companion, "How any troupe comes to be is simply a matter of coincidence. We were all in the right place at the right time. Much like how we were there that evening in the Gilded Lady. Regarding my 'comrades' history, you'll have to hear their own accounts as they tell them better than I could. As for myself, I'm from the shining city of Waterdeep", he says sarcastically. He obviously wasn't too big a fan of his home. "Never had much, and haven't done much, yet. I'm looking to change all of that."

Grasping his wine skin, he turns towards his other companions eagerly. Always a fan of personal histories, he could never pass up a good story. And this company he kept told the best stories.

[onlie2005]

On the road again. Mind you being from the Dalelands and growing up there made her a little more used to and hardier to the outdoors. And she did not mind it really. But it got tiring travelling over long periods of time. Though she soldiered on, trying to keep up and staying in the middle of the party, fourth from the front so she at least had two people in front and behind her. She always took first watch, not wanting to be a liability and a moocher. She had no issue helping the priest and decided to think further of it. The girl wondered if there was a connection between Winterhaven and the Shadowfell. She thought about it for a while and tried to remember once more as she was now eating with the others around the campfire and talking about themselves.


History Check: [roll0]


Well if you must know my mommy and daddy taught me magic. Their dead now. That's all I want to say. The rest is kind of personal and I would rather not talk about it.

[Dr.Samurai]

The last few days have been uneventful, but it has given time for Brochdern to continue his studies. Each morning, he warms up with mock combat to keep the edge on his skills, and practices his use of the greatspear. He has come a long way with it, but is not yet comfortable bringing it to bear in combat. Soon though, he thinks he will be able to master it as he has the longspear. In the evenings, he meditates on his visions before retiring each night. So far, he has seen nothing to indicate if he is on the right path. It seems a long shot that he would find anything at this hamlet simply because acolytes of Shar are involved. But then, he had nothing lined up after the caravan job. Until he received a more clear revelation of what he should do, he would help these people against this dark cult, and maybe stumble upon some clues in the process.

It is the third evening, and the group has camped out for the night. The smell of roast pork has pulled Brochdern from his meditations, and after a few fruitless attempts at avoiding the scent, he finally gives in and joins the others around the campfire.

Brochdern listens to the others as they share some of their life story with Gavern. After Maria quiets down, he adds some of his own.

I hail from Many Arrows, in the Spine of the World. It is a very young nation, but though it came out of war, it has done much to bring peace to the area. Not many see it that way though, and I speak as much of the orcs within the kingdom as I do of some of its neighbors. Many of the orcs grow restless in the kingdom. They long for war. They see Many Arrows as a battlement to gather strength and from which to attack. They clash with the rulership, and with supporters of the dynasty. The kingdom was fractured, despite what it showed to the outside world.

My order started nearly a century ago, after the Year of the Blue Fire. The Spellplague's impact was felt all throughout the world, and still in some places its effects linger. Gruumsh's most fanatical followers, his Eyes, are sometimes privy to the Sight. After the blue fire, something was revealed to them. Something only the wisest could understand. I can tell you some of what they saw.

In the beginning, when it is believed the gods first formed of the void, they were equals. They each had the spark of creation within them, and yearned to form matter out of the ether. Much of this you will already have heard. They formed the sphere and named it Abeir-Toril. And they each seeded it with features. But this was not enough. The gods endeavored to make life. And so each set about creating a creature in their own image. Soon after, they laid claims to the lands where their creatures would live and prosper. This is a common belief. Moradin chose the mountains, Corellon the forests, Yondalla the plains and river shores, Garl Glittergold the hills and so on and so forth.

Now this is where accounts differ and where the revelations of the Eyes in the Year of the Blue Fire are revolutionary. The common account is that Gruumsh, made slow to choose by his greed and avarice, grew enraged that no land was left for his orcs to claim, and in a rage he rampaged across the world laying waste to creation and swearing revenge against the gods. We have been led to believe that this was his nature all along, and that this dispute was inevitable. The gods allied against him, and after losing his eye to Corellon he was forced to retreat, taking the dark lands in the caves and pits of the world for his orcs.

But this is not the truth. As I said, the gods were equals in that time, and I do not mean only in strength, but in character and virtue. They all worked together to create the world and its nature. Why would Moradin or Corellon work alongside Gruumsh if he was as we know him to be today? Because he was not that way. He was noble and had honor. When Gruumsh saw that all the lands were taken and he had nothing to claim for the orcs, he offered the orcs to be the protectors of the world, giving them the strength and fortitude to defend all others. To that end, he made no attempt to contest the land claims, instead offering that the orcs would never have a land to call their own, but rather spread into the world throughout to live among the other peoples as defenders. That was to be the role of orcs in the history of the world... Brochdern seems lost in thought at this moment, staring into the flame as if he could see something.

But something... happened. We do not know what. I have seen the visions myself. There, is a woman. But the details of her face cannot be made. Only her shape. She appears like a void, totally black. We see her over Gruumsh, and he is ruined. He emerges from the darkness changed. Enraged. One eye gone. The orcs follow him into battle against the other gods, but they are no match against a pantheon. The rest is... well, history.

We believe that the emergence of this woman was a great portent, and that she somehow changed Gruumsh into what he is today. I think that the events of the Spellplague may have weakened whatever hold that power has on him. Why else would his Chosen be Obould? He is unlike an orc in many ways, displaying a patience and cunning and foresight not known among my people. And a nation that makes peace with its neighbors? Why? To what end? This flies in the face of traditional doctrine. We among my order believe Gruumsh is fighting this taint that has held him captive since the dawn of creation, and now we are aware of the fight.

Brochdern pauses enough to take another bite of his roast and a swig of wine. The order is still new. It had taken some time for the Eyes that had seen the Revelation to meet and discuss it and realize its ramifications. Still, cooperation between orcs was uncommon then. But faith often trumps all else, and slowly more Eyes met to discuss these visions. When Many Arrows was founded, a formal order was born. But it was not favored in the kingdom. The idea of a peaceful nation already rankled many of the orcs. The idea of a peaceful Gruumsh angered them to violence. We were allowed to practice our faith so long as we kept it to ourselves. But even that was not enough. As tensions continued to rise within the kingdom between the monarchy and those orcs that wanted war, Many Arrows was close to being ripped apart. Something was needed to keep the kingdom together.

They called it the Night of Gouging. We were scapegoats. Used by the monarch to pacify the warmongers. He gave them a target, and they came after us with vigor. But we are His Eyes. We had seen a glimpse of the treachery to come, though we did not know the extent. We were ready to fight the tribes that were most outspoken against us, and we made them pay dearly for every wound they inflicted. But even as we thinned the ranks of our enemies, the King's own guards and enforcers were coming to aid them. Then did we know we could not stay in the kingdom.

We fled. Many of us did not survive the night. And in the escape through the mountains we were separated and lost from one another. I eventually made my way into the Lurkwood, hoping my pursuers would not follow me out of the mountains. It is not a place I would soon return to, with dangers lurking around each tree. I stayed traveling west until I found the eastern leg of the Trade Way and made my way south to Longsaddle. From there, I found my way to Waterdeep. That's where I met Velias, or rather, where she spared me the wrath of a tavern full of self-rutting skuts. Remember? I thought you were an affection-peddler when I first saw you.

I did some work in Waterdeep for a time and came to know Tirel as well. Before long, we all had our reasons for wanting to leave. We made our way further south, met Marie and Thanos along the way, and fell in with that hogs-bodied dwarf. And now he we are. Or something like that.

Brochdern takes another bite out of his roast and leaves the floor for someone else to take over.

[Felhammer]

Gevarn listens intently to Tirel's and Maria's statements. In reply to the former he says, "I have not visited Luskan before but have heard it is a city of sails. Perhaps someday you will return there, fat off the bounty of mercenary work, and impress those whom you left behind?" In response to Maria's curt sentences he merely nods and states, "I would not dream of making you uncomfortable, little one. I do not wish to pry, merely pass the time." Gevarn seems absolutely enthralled by the breadth and depth of Brochdern's tale. "I have never known a follower of Grummsh to have such heretical beliefs. It warms my heart to know such Orcs exist, even if they live at the very edge of the known world. I hope your order grows and grows until one day it becomes the dominant sect of Grummush's faiths. Although I personally can do little to aid your cause (myself being a simple priest), I will tell others of your sect. If we can spread the word far enough, and wide enough, then perhaps we can one day find powerful lords to aid you in spreading your faith to all the Orcs of the south!"

The pork finishes cooking and the priest doles out a large hunk to each member of the party (the largest going to the mage). After a few bites, the party hears rustling in the trees and bushes to the south.

You do not recall anything too specific about the Shadowfel being connected to Winterhaven, although you do seem to remember there being an ancient tower or some other kind of fortification lying a few leagues away from the town. For some reason your brain connects the idea of it and the Shadowfel being connected but you cannot, for the life of you, remember why.


You think you see a shadow move in the bushes but it could have just been the wind.


You see what clearly looks like the back side of a tattered boot being pulled through a particularly thick bush but the light of the dim campfire does lend itself to observation from this distance.

[onlie2005]

[roll0]



Maria is enjoying her dinner as she keeps to herself. The girl does offer some of hers to the others, not really being the greedy type but will eat what is offered to nonetheless. She was a growing girl after all. For an instant she wants to say something but holds off. Then she notives something in the bushes. But instead of reacting to it she whispers to the others while just loud enough for her friends and Gevarn to hear, I just saw a back of a tattered boot being pulled through the bushes over there. We might want to be ready for combat.

[Veloric]

[roll0]

Still considering the Half-Orc's tale, Tirel is oblivious to his surroundings as he muses on the idea of a protectorate of Half-Orc devotees. It didn't sound all that bad to be honest. He had heard the accusations towards Gruumsh and had no reason to consider them false until now. Brochdern's story left Tirel doubting his own beliefs, and besides he had no reason to lie.

Hearing Maria whisper, "I just saw a back of a tattered boot being pulled through the bushes over there. We might want to be ready for combat." Tirel is put on edge, but he continues to sip on his wine and waits for anything to develop. Eyeing Brochdern and Thanos, he nods towards where Maria is looking and prepares himself to sprint into his tent. He had absentmindedly left his sword laying upon his bed-mat. "After you." he whispers. Raising his voice as to seem oblivious he lets out a guffaw and says, "And that was the last time I set foot in Luskan! I smelled of rotten radishes for over a week!"

[Anubis Dread]

"I really don't recommend sending out this Grummush nonsense any further," Velias noted, stretching as she covertly kept her eyes on the area in question. Whoever was ambushing them was pretty damn bad at it. "From my experience once you start preaching about a god and not following what they've laid out as their teachings, people get angry. The ones who like the old ways think you're a heretic, and those undecided think you're just tricking them. It doesn't end well. In fact it ends incredibly badly for everyone involved, even more so for everyone you roped into your little cult than whoever set it up to begin with."

That said, the drow had to smirk. "I can tell neither of you have been to Luskan, at least not more than for a casual glance. First, it smells MUCH worst than just rotten radishes. Secondly, nobody goes back to Luskan. 'Luskan doesn't exist, except for the people who live in it'. Once you're out, you're out forever."

[Felhammer]

The foot disappears into the dense bramble lying on the camp's southern flank as the party tries to act casual.

[Gillric]

Thanos

Noticing the boot and keeping a wary eye on their surroundings, Thanos takes his turn to share some of his story. I grew up in the woods near to Calimport and have no great past deeds to share. I mostly have avoided the larger cities. When the merchant offered employment out on the road, I took the opportunity and that's how I fell in with those you see before you.

[roll0] (low light)

[Gillric]

Thanos

Noting that whoever was skulking in the bushes is trying to slink away, Thanos moves to discreetly track the individual.

Stealth: [roll0] (+1 if move silently applies)
Perception: [roll1] to follow/track

[Dr.Samurai]

[roll0]


Brochdern smiles and nods at the priest, That would be an incredible day Gavern. They listen as Velias shares her thoughts and Thanos adds in as well. But just as the others notice movement, Brochdern too sees a boot disappearing into the bushes. He reaches for his longspear and rises to his feet. Show yourselves cowards!

[Felhammer]

The group hears something that sounds distinctively like, "Eeep!" and then someone running through thick overgrowth.

[Veloric]

As the camp is alerted and moves into action, Tirel scrambles to his tent to grab his weapon. As he grasps the hilt he hears Brochdern roar, "Show yourselves cowards!" He exits the tent and cautiously moves towards where Thanos seems to be tracking the invader, though he can't quite make anything out in the darkness.

[Felhammer]

Thanos rushes up and looks around for tracks and clues. He spots three lizard-like foot prints imprinted in the softened earth. They appear to be pointed towards the south east, through the dense, prickly rosebush and towards some trees on the far side.

You see a very strange looking creature, almost like a bi-pedal lizard holding an overstuffed sack you quickly recognize as Gevarn backpack! He obviouslythinks himself well hidden near a thick oak tree.

[Gillric]

Thanos

Thanos levels his bow at the creature. Come out and return our property before I shoot you!

[Felhammer]

The Kobold rolls his eyes and tries to run...

You guys win!

[Gillric]

Thanos

I did warn you... Thanos advances on the creature before unleashing two arrows.

Move: to G9
Minor: Hunter's Quarry on K
Standard: Twin Strike on K
1) [roll0] vs AC for [roll1]
2) [roll2] vs AC for [roll3]
If either attack hits: [roll4] damage

[Felhammer]

The elf fires true, nailing the Kobold in the back of the head. The lizard-man drops to the ground, dead.

After maneuvering around the rosebush, the party finds the dead kobold. He is wearing a single ragged boot that looks to have been made for a human child. His clothing looks equally tattered and most likely stolen from other travelers. In his pocket you find a pouch full of silver and a shiny dagger with a serrated blade.

You find [roll0] Silver.

[onlie2005]

Maria checks her feet and all of her equipment to make sure nothing is missing. She is surprised that the kobold was able to sneak into the camp and steal stuff from them. It was a good idea to bring her backpack with her, and that she never lets it leave her sight. Still there was something amiss. She starts looking about, not just in the general direction of the bushes where the kobold came from.

Only one kobold? Don't they travel in packs?


Perception:[roll0]
Nature:[roll1]

[Felhammer]

You do not see any other Kobolds nearby, or any tracks.

You do believe it is very suspicious that a lone Kobold tried to rob you. They are fairly well known to employ pack tactics.

[Anubis Dread]

"Meh. Could be travelling alone for any number of reasons," Velias shrugged. "Could be a survivor, an exile, a runt, a rebel, a slave, a pet... who knows? All of us travelling together is more unusual than one kobold travelling alone." Still, might as well stay on guard just in case...

[onlie2005]

No we must be vigilant. Kobolds are very sociable with each other when it comes to hunting or even stealing. They work in packs and attack in packs. There might be a group of friends looking for this creature., Maria adds.

[Gillric]

Thanos

Is it caution or fear I hear in your voice? We go back to camp, we enjoy the rest of our meal and we post a watch the same as we would at any time out here in the wilds.

[Dr.Samurai]

Brochdern moves to join the others near the corpse after looking around for more intruders, Only the one?

Meh. Could be travelling alone for any number of reasons, Velias shrugged. Could be a survivor, an exile, a runt, a rebel, a slave, a pet... who knows? All of us travelling together is more unusual than one kobold travelling alone.

No we must be vigilant. Kobolds are very sociable with each other when it comes to hunting or even stealing. They work in packs and attack in packs. There might be a group of friends looking for this creature., Maria adds.

Nah, he wasn't hunting or stealing. Thanos, do you think you could track where he came from?

[Gillric]

Thanos

Aye, I could likely track him. What are you thinking?

[Dr.Samurai]

We're a fearsome group for a lone kobold to target. Especially with a pouch full of silver. Maybe a scout? Haven't been too many people on the road. Could be what the priest is talking about.

[Gillric]

Thanos

Alright, I will take a look. If he was desperate enough and hadn't seen travelers in awhile, he may have targeted us out of necessity.

[/roll]1d20+12[/roll] to track. +2 to detect hidden creatures

[Felhammer]

Thanos' keen eyes spot the tell tale signs of tracks - two sets - heading west beside the road.

[Veloric]

Tirel is uneasy with the thought of a possible warband so close to the camp. He opts to stay with the main group while Thanos scouts ahead.

[Felhammer]

Thanos and Brochdern scout a head of the party, following the almost unnoticeable tracks. Meanwhile Tirel, Velias and Maria stay in the camp with their charge.


Although it is night, Selune shines brightly down upon Faerun this eve, illuminating the group's path. The two scouts come to an area with three very large rocky outcroppings that shoot up fifty feet into the sky. The tracks disappear onto the ill-maintained cobblestone path as the two men come near the outcroppings. The Elf and the Half-Orc look around but do not see or hear any Kobolds. If there are some here, they are either asleep or lying in wait.

The priest looks very worried, "I knew something like this would happen. These mountains are dangerous. Should we turn back? Perhaps hire more mercenaries to aid us?"

[Dr.Samurai]

Thanos finds the trail left by the strange kobold. Mysteriously enough, there are two sets of footprints. Brochdern sets out with him to follow them back and discern their origin.

As the two make their way beside the road, Brochdern wonders at Thanos' ability to see the tracks. The moonlit night is bright, and Brochdern can see well in the dark, but even still he is amazed that Thanos can see and follow the tracks so well.

Before long, the two come to a couple of large outcroppings, where the tracks become lost across an old cobblestone path. No kobolds can be seen or heard, but there is at least one other kobold here if the tracks are to be believed.

Do your elf eyes see anything Thanos?

[Felhammer]

Through the white light of Slune, Thanos spies a Kobold, lying on one of the outcroppings, javelin in hand. As Thanos taps Brochdern and points at the creature, the Kobold lets out a surprised yelp. Five small creatures hiding behind the rocks spring into view and begin to move toward you. With a shriek, the small humanoids attack. Scaled and rust-colored, they have reptilian heads and tails.


Brocdern and Thanos then the Kobolds!




A foul screech is heard from the direction that Thanos and the Paladin traveled. "Oh... Dangerous... Fighting at night is not the most tactical move... Oh me, oh my."

You are 360 feet away from the others. It will thus take you 3 turns of running at full speed to get over to where Thanos and Brochdern are.

[Dr.Samurai]

Brochdern can't make much even in the moonlight, but Thanos' keen vision spots something. And just as the elf points out a kobold lying atop one of the outcroppings, shrieks are let out and a group of them reveal themselves and attack. Brochdern grunts in response, Well done Thanos. I leave the climber to you. Longspear in hand, Brochdern rushes forward to meet their scaled attackers in mortal combat.


Move Action - Move to AA-11.
Standard Action - Charge K5, ending movement in Y-6.
Attack (Ardent Strike) - [roll0]
Damage - [roll1]
Hit Effect - K5 is subject to Divine Sanction until the end of Brochdern's next turn.

[Anubis Dread]

Wandering around at night was not the best move. It would have been better to let their enemies come to them. But Velias had always hated the waiting game, so she couldn't complain when she finally heard the sounds of battle.

"Someone stay here," she told the other firmly before rushing off into the night. Her vision was wasted around a fire, she'd be much better suite to fighting kobolds in the dark.

[Veloric]

Tirel hears Gevarn mutter, "Oh... Dangerous... Fighting at night is not the most tactical move... Oh me, oh my."

"True, it is dangerous to fight in the dark. But would you rather stand on guard all through the night? I doubt they've encountered anything they can't easily dispatch, or else we'll know soon enough." He opts to stay at the camp but is on guard in the event that they come bursting through the treeline. As he speaks he sees Velias stalk through the brush in the direction of combat.

[onlie2005]

Maria was not one to listen. She did not argue about letting Brochdern and Thanos go ahead and scout. But what she feared happened DID happen. And she was not about to abandon them. Pulling out her everburning torch she runs in the direction of the fighting.

[Gillric]

Thanos

Thanos move for a better shot before unleashing an arrow at the creature on top of the pillar and another at one near Brochdern.

Move: to U19
Standard: Twin Strik
vs K1: [roll0] vs AC for [roll1]
vs K3: [roll2] vs AC for [roll3]
Minor: Quarry on K2

The kobold atop the pillar is struck by Thanos' arrow and falls shrieking to the ground below to lie still. The other shot flies wide.

[Felhammer]

One Kobold runs out into the road and takes the long way around to get the flank on the Half-Orc, while two other Kobolds shiftily move in, deftly evading the Paladin's jabs. These two lizard-men take spears (more, sharpened sticks, really) of their own and stab at Brochdern's joints. Meanwhile, the last young-looking Kobold races out of cover, across the road and charges Thanos! At the same time, two heavily armored Kobolds - who were lying in wait - do the same, while a lizard-man with a sling pops out of hiding and shoots a sticky ball of glue at the elf's legs!


Kobolds 3, 4 and 5 all make liberal use of their shifty trait to avoid any Opportunity Attacks. Kobold 3 uses his entire movement to get the flank on Broch.

Kobold 4 attack on Brochdern's AC
a [roll0]
d 4 Damage


Kobold 5 attack on Brochdern's AC
a [roll1]
d 4 Damage


Kobold 2 attack on Thanos' AC
a [roll2]
d 4 Damage

Dragonshield 1's attack on Thanos' AC
a [roll3]
d [roll4]

Dragonshield 2's attack on Thanos' AC
a [roll5]
d [roll6]

Kobold Slinger's Attack on Thanos' AC
a [roll7] <--- Oops! That should be +6. The roll was a natural 1, so great job avoiding an attack with +60 to hit :smallbiggrin:
d [roll8] and you are immobilized (save ends) [only procs if you are hit]

[Gillric]

Thanos

Thanos, wincing from the blows, shifts back and shoots the little one. He then moves at speed towards Brochdern and tries to catch his breath.

Standard: Nimble Strike
Shift 1 to V19
vs K2: vs AC for 1d10+5[/roll]
Move: to AC13
Action Point: Second Wind

[Dr.Samurai]

More kobolds reveal themselves and Thanos is beset upon. He quickly falls back, loosening arrows as he goes. Brochdern's own attack fails to land on the shifty kobolds and they quickly slink in to surround him, one of them finding a chink in his armor. He laughs at their efforts and strikes back, Pointy sticks? He fends off the two before him with his spear, and slams an armored backhand into the kobold that snuck behind him. He can hear the creature's neck break from the impact as it stumbles backward. Brochdern uses the opening to retreat back to Thanos. He lays a hand on the elf, Do not ignore the pain Thanos, but instead let it turn into fury! Rage at your enemies and keep fighting! He invests some of his divine power into Thanos to help the elf fight on despite his wounds, then he turns back to the kobolds and falls into a battle stance, For the glory of Gruumsh! he bellows.

Standard Action - Divine Pursuit vs. K3.
Attack - [roll0]
Damage - [roll1]
Hit Effect - Push K3 to AB-9. Brochdern SHIFTS to AA-8.

IF the attack hits:

Move Action - Move to AB-13.
Minor Action - Lay on Hands on Thanos. Thanos regains hit points as if he had spent a healing surge.

[Felhammer]

I am going to assume Velias and Maria run on turn 2. Good news with the expanded map (due to all the fleeing), Velias and Maria are on the map!

The Kobolds screech and howl in their foul, loathsome language. They look furious, they are out for blood! The Dragonsheilds even yell, "Koowerd!" at the Thanos in broken common as the elf tactically retreats! All of the Kobolds recklessly rush in like a pack of wolves and bring their full might down upon the Half-Orc! They stab, slash and bludgeon the poor Paladin!

Reckless abandon time! Broch gets one AoO, probably going to be used for either K4 as he is first to rush in or D1, as the Dragonshields are clearly the superior enemies. Your call.


Kobold 4 attack on Brochdern's AC
a [roll0]
d 4 Damage

Kobold 5 attack on Brochdern's AC
a [roll1]
d 4 Damage

Dragonshield 1's attack on Brochdern's AC
a [roll2]
d [roll3]

Dragonshield 2's attack on Brochdern's AC
a [roll4]
d [roll5]

Kobold Slinger's Attack on Thanos' AC
a [roll6]
d [roll7]
special: If hit, you take on-going 2 fire damage (save ends)

[Dr.Samurai]

As the enemies rush in, Brochdern lets out another battle cry and thrusts his spear at a reckless kobold that leaves itself open.

Opportunity Action - Attack vs. K4
Attack - [roll0]
Damage - [roll1]

[onlie2005]

Maria sees her friends in trouble and rushes forward. She moves as close as she can as fast as her little feet can take her and unleashes two lightning bolts on the kobolds.


2 Move Actions: Double move(12 squares) to AH10.
Spend Action Point to cast spell on this round.
Standard Action:Cast Arc Lightning on K5 and D1. INT vs REF. If critical hit does 11 damage total.

Arc Lightning on K5:1d20+6
Arc Lightning on D1:1d20+6
Damage if Hit:[/B][roll0]
Reroll Natural 1 roll Damage:[roll1]

[onlie2005]

Arc Lightning on K5:[roll0]
Arc Lightning on D1:[roll1]

[Dr.Samurai]

Brochdern's spear thrust goes straight through the kobold's neck, and the wretched creature collapses limply to the ground just before reaching him. But Brochdern can barely pull his spear out of the corpse before the other kobolds descend on him. A flurry of swords, spears, and limbs batter him down to one knee before he regains his spear and rises back to his feet, bringing it to bear and forcing his enemies to relent for a moment. He'd clear the rabble first to focus on the deadlier threats, but the kobold warriors with the shields press their attacks on him. He is forced to retaliate. Better to have their attention, so that Thanos can disengage and assault the kobolds at his leisure.


Minor Action - Lay on Hands on Brochdern.
Move Action - Shift to S-14.
Standard Action - Ardent Strike vs. D2.
Attack - [roll0]
Damage - [roll1]
Hit Effect - D2 is subject to Divine Sanction until the end of Brochdern's next turn.

Action Point - Second Wind.

[Anubis Dread]

Cursing under her breath, Velias rushes forward.


Just double moving this round.

[Dr.Samurai]

Forgot to add Furious Assault since I'm not fighting a minion :).

Hopefully I don't roll a 1 this time, because that was depressing lol.

[roll0]

[Gillric]

Thanos

Thanos moves to disengage from the melee while still loosing arrows.

Standard: Nimble Strike
Shift to S13
Vs K2: [roll0] vs AC for [roll1]
Move: to Z13
Minor: on miss, Quarry K2, on hit, Quarry D2

[Felhammer]

With more Kobolds lying dead on the edge of the road, the remaining enemies go into a fury, screeching, clawing, gnashing, yelling! They want revenge and their bloodlust will only be sated by the sticky sweet black-red blood of an, "Oogly, 'Af blud, diseesd mongrul!"


Everyone uses a combination of shifting and shifty to get into place!


Kobold 2 attack on Brochdern's AC
a [roll0]
d 4 Damage

Dragonshield 1's attack on Brochdern's AC
a [roll1]
d [roll2]

Dragonshield 2's attack on Brochdern's AC
a [roll3]
d [roll4]

Kobold Slinger's Attack on Thanos' AC
a [roll5]
d [roll6]
special: If hit, you take on-going 2 fire damage (save ends)






The priest is packing up his belongings and looking to his guardian, "Well... Looks like... Maybe we should... You know... Go get those... Mercenaries...?

[onlie2005]

Maria continues to advance, genuinely scared for her friends and blasts both dragonshields with her lightning bolts.


Move Action: Move to AA13.
Standard Action: Cast Arc Lightning on D2 and D1, INT vs REF. If critical hit does 11 damage total. Get to reroll natural damage roll of 1 because it is an evocation spell.

Arc Lightning on D2: [roll0]
Arc Lightning on D1: [roll1]
Damage if Hit: [roll2]

[Dr.Samurai]

There you go! Unleash your fury! Broch bellows as he is once again beset upon by the kobolds. Though skilled himself, even he can't defend perfectly against three foes, and the dragonshield lands another blow against him. It will take more than that lizardling! Let me show you true rage! He brings his stormeye to bear against the dragonshield.


Minor Action - Divine Challenge on D2.
Standard Action - Holy Strike vs. D2
Attack - [roll0]
Damage - [roll1]

[Gillric]

Thanos

Thanos holds his position and continues to rain arrows down on the Kobolds.

Minor: Quarry on D2
Standard: Two Fanged Strike on D2
1) [roll0] vs AC for [roll1]
2) [roll2] vs AC for [roll3]
If both hit, +3 damage
It either hit, +[roll4] damage

The first arrow sinks deeply into one of the kobolds, snuffing the creatures life.

[Anubis Dread]

Even after moving forward the enemy was still mostly outside of her range of attack. Cursing under her breath, Velias pulled out her sling before loading a stone, tossing it at one of the closer kobolds.


Move then Sling.

Attack: [roll0]
Damage" [roll1]

[Felhammer]

The Dragonshield grows furious as he watches his hatching brother felled by these devious enemies. He takes his short sword and jabs it up under the Paladin's breastplate! "U wil DIE URK!" Meanwhile, the Slinger in the back takes a moment to line up a shot on the Half-Orc and let's it fly!


Dragonshield 2's attack on Brochdern's AC
a [roll0]
d [roll1]

Kobold Slinger's Attack on Thanos' AC
a [roll2]
d [roll3]

[Gillric]

Thanos

Thanos tries to drop the remaining creature engaged in melee with Brochdern.

Minor: Quarry D1
Standard: Twin Strike D1
1) [roll0] vs AC for [roll1]
2) [roll2] vs AC for [roll3]
if either attack hits: [roll4] damage
Minor: Quarry KS

Both arrows find their marks and the kobold goes to join his brother in death.

[onlie2005]

Maria is relieved to see the Dragonshield go down. Now she turns her attention to the Slinger as she moves closer to within range of her lightning spell and unleashes another bolt that strikes the kobold.


Move Action: Move to W13
Standard Action: Cast Arc Lighting on KS. INT vs REF. If critical hit does 11 damage total. Reroll natural damage roll of 1.

Arc Lightning on KS: [roll0]
Damage if Hit: [roll1]
Reroll natural 1 damage roll if necessary[roll2]

[Dr.Samurai]

Lightning flashes around them, burning the kobolds, and a sling stone caves in the skull of another one. The shielded warrior before him is felled by one of Thanos' arrows, and when the other stabs Brochdern with its sword, Thanos drops him as well. Brochdern hisses in pain as the blade slides out of him when the kobold falls lifeless to the ground. He grits his teeth and lets out a growl, eying the last remaining kobold as it tries to slink away, I am not so easy to be rid of. Mustering another battle cry, he charges forward and stabs at the slinger, managing a thrust into its thigh as the creature tries to turn away.


Move Action - Move to M-14.
Standard Action - Charge KS, ending movement in J-14.
Attack - [roll0]
Damage - [roll1]
Hit Effect - Ardent Strike - Apply Divine Sanction to KS until the end of Brochdern's next turn.

[Anubis Dread]

Velias belonged in melee. Her strength, speed and fangs were at her most deadly when right up against an opponent. When fighting at range like this she felt at a distinct disadvantage... but it seemed like the forces were routing and the rest of her allies could take care of herself even when she wasn't pulling her own weight. As such she simply moved forward and shot off another sling bullet.


Attacking the Slinger: [roll0]
Damage: [roll1]

[Felhammer]

The Kobold Slinger ducks backward and runs away as fast as he can, cowing behind one of the rocky outcropping.

[Dr.Samurai]

Broch gives chase, following the slinger around the outcropping and driving his spear through its chest.

Move Action - Move to G-9.
Standard Action - Charge KS, ending movement in I-7.
Attack - [roll0]
Damage - [roll1]
Hit Effect - KS is affected by Divine Sanction until the end of Brochdern's next turn.

[Felhammer]

With the final Kobold slain, the party breathes a collective sigh of relief. Gevran and Velias eventually tentatively meander up the road once they hear the all's clear signal. The group loots the corpses, finding twenty silver pieces. The rest of the Kobold's equipment has been too too badly damaged to be sold in the markets and/or was made of inferior quality to begin with. Tirel and Thanos stumble upon a partially hidden treasure chest behind one of the rocky outcroppings. Inside they find an ornate, fox fur leather cap, two scrolls and a flower-shaped silver broach.

The priest looks quite stunned at the carnage, "Amazing! You truly are great fighters! Praise be to Chauntea for allowing our paths to cross!" He yawns, "I am going to bed. We still have a long journey ahead of us..."

The campfire smoulders as the party awakens from a restful night of sleep. They gather up their supplies and continue on to Winterhaven. Gevarn is quite adamant about going quickly, so as to avoid any more, "Kobolds, ruffians or other undesirable interruptions." It is fairly obvious that the Priest has been quite shaken up over the last few days. You get the strong sense that he is not one to risk his life often, nor so easily.

The rutted East Way winds through the Thunder Peaks, eventually coming upon the walled town of Winterhaven. The town is nestled in a forested valley in the midst of the Thunder Peaks. The stone walls appear weathered but still manage to support the defensive palisades. Small thatched homes stand around Winterhaven, each fronting a small piece of farmland that’s been cleared of trees. Beyond the farms, to the west and south, are dark woods, and in all directions rise tall mountain peaks.

The party made good time getting here and arrives just after dusk. Two guards stand atop the palisades near the town gate. One of them, a taller man with a thick black beard and a warm cloak yells, "HALT! WHO GOES THERE?"

The Priest eagerly calls out, "It is I, Gevarn! My friends and I need to enter town."

The guard shakes his head, "If it were just you, I might look the other way but we have a strict policy to not open the gate at night, especially for strangers."

The priest looks to the members of the party, yearningly looking for help.


- The leather cap is worth 10 gold (although it is quite stylish and would look great atop one of your heads)
- Ritual of Animal Messenger
- Ritual of Magic Mouth
- A silver broach worth 5 gold.

[Anubis Dread]

Velias didn't mind the dark. Back in Luskan she'd stayed up all night and slept all day. After leaving it however she'd been forced to adapt her hours of sleep. Most work was during the day after all. It had been a rough adjustment, but it was one she'd finally done. It still left her rather grumpy during the night however, when half of her brain was telling her she should be awake and the other half asleep. As such, being closed out of a town after a journey more inconvenient than it had had to have been really grated on her nerves.

Stepping forward, the drow glared up at the guards on the gate. "Open it. Now," she spoke firmly. "I am hungry, tried, worn out and in desperate need of a bath. I do NOT need a couple of green horns telling an authority figure of the town to take a hike. You are going to open this door. You KNOW you are. You can't keep him out, and the only reason you're even trying is to keep up appearances. Just cut out the middle man and open this damn door before I rip it open."


Intimidate: [roll0]

[onlie2005]

Maria rolls her eyes at the drow's words. The last thing they needed was to antagonize their potential hosts. And while she normally lets the adults talk, she does know that now was not the time for arguments. Although she was not known for her tact as well. Normally she herself was brutally honest and straightforward. So she approached the guards and said in a cultured, polite voice, Sir we really are not a threat to this town and in fact are here to help at Gevarn's request. Please let us in. Do you really want me, a 9 year old girl to spend the night in the wilderness? Especially since we were almost accosted by kobolds a night earlier?


Diplomacy Check: [roll0]

[Felhammer]

The guard leans over the edge of the palisade and retorts in an excited manner, "If you're so tough Missy, why don't you come up here and make me open this gate!" A smug smile crosses over the guard's face (which is lit by torchlight). He is obviously enjoying himself.

Then Maria pleads with the man.

He sighs. He groans. He opens the gate.

Gevarn strides in confidently, perhaps a bit too confidently given his inept handling of the local constabulary. Once inside the town he turns to the group and says, "Sister Linora is most likely conducting evening prayers. We can try to speak to her tonight or you can get a room at Wrafton's Inn and see her in the morning. Which would you prefer?"

http://cdn.obsidianportal.com/assets/48398/WinterhavenMap.jpg

1. Outer Gate and Walls
2. Wrafton's Inn
3. Market Square
4. Stables
5. Smithy
6. Valthrun's Tower
7. Bairwin's Grande Shope
8. Warrior Guild
9. Tenements
10. Temple
11. Inner Gate
12. Winterhaven Siege Supplies
13. Winterhaven Barracks
14. Manor House

[Gillric]

Thanos

Let us secure rooms then go to the temple. We don't want to interrupt evening prayers.

[Veloric]

Seeing the walls of Winterhaven made Tirel feel uneasy. It had been years since he had set foot in a small settlement, and the idea of it still made him feel a bit unnerved. To tell the truth, not hearing the bustle of city life along this adventure had been hard for him.

He was glad to avoid too much conflict in getting through the gate and said to his party after they passed through, "I'm going to go look for some salves and poultices to help with your injuries. Make sure you get good rooms. It would be welcome respite from sleeping among the trees. I'll meet you all once I have everything I need."

He wasn't sure if such a small town would have anything in the way of an alchemist, but perhaps he could find an enthusiast. It couldn't hurt to get a feel on who the movers in the town were either. He began asking around.


[roll0] to both find an alchemist/merchant and to get an idea of the city hierarchy

[Anubis Dread]

"I'll meet up with you guys later," Vallias promised, stepping away from the group. "I need to do some digging into what's going on with the cult. Information will be a lot easier to come by before everyone in town knows we're here. And considering how colorful our group is, that's probably only going to be half a night if that," she noted wryly.

She was still nervous about this entire situation. Sure it was Shar, but they still had no evidence the cult was doing anything other than existing. It could just be a feud between the two religions, which is not something Vallias wanted to get tied up in. If they were up to something dark however... she wanted to know what they were getting into. If it was too heavy she could still back out, but once they had that meeting in the church and committed there was no going back. Though she wasn't exactly honorable, Vallias rarely backed out on a job once she'd agreed to the terms. She wanted to make sure doing so would be the right call.


Streetwise to find information on the cult and the church both: [roll0]

[Dr.Samurai]

Brochdern slowly dragged his feet back to camp. His injuries were numerous and bloody, but he'd survive them. Foolish kobolds. They had no business stalking around the camp that way. Especially when there was no chance of beating the group. Recognizing strength is essential in surviving the world, and if one cannot see strength before them, then one cannot give it the respect afforded to it.

Once back by the fire, he removed his armor and tended to his wounds, muttering a prayer to Gruumsh to honor his fury and determination in combat against his enemies. When he was bandaged up, he fell fast asleep. No one woke him to take watch.

The next morning, Brochdern awoke feeling much better. His wounds were mostly healed, and much of the aches and pains of the previous night were gone. Despite the battle he was just in, he kept up with his practices, performing strikes, thrusts, counters, and blocks with his greatspear. After working up an appetite, he joined the others for breakfast and then they were soon on their way.

They continue toward Winterhaven along the East Way, and make it there with no hassle. The sun is already setting though, and the gatesmen refuse to let them in. Having a way with words is not one of Brochdern's strengths, so he lets the others take the lead here when Gevern fails to acquire them passage. But when Velias demands that the guards let them in, and Maria pleads with them, Brochdern struggles to stifle a laugh. Surprisingly though, the men are swayed by the little girl.

Gevarn strides in confidently, perhaps a bit too confidently given his inept handling of the local constabulary. Once inside the town he turns to the group and says, "Sister Linora is most likely conducting evening prayers. We can try to speak to her tonight or you can get a room at Wrafton's Inn and see her in the morning. Which would you prefer?"

Let us secure rooms then go to the temple. We don't want to interrupt evening prayers. Thanos says.

Indeed, or sleep time for that matter, Brochdern adds, Come on Marie, you're up too late as it is.

Tirel objects, I'm going to go look for some salves and poultices to help with your injuries. Make sure you get good rooms. It would be welcome respite from sleeping among the trees. I'll meet you all once I have everything I need.


I'll meet up with you guys later, Vallias promises, stepping away from the group. I need to do some digging into what's going on with the cult. Information will be a lot easier to come by before everyone in town knows we're here. And considering how colorful our group is, that's probably only going to be half a night if that, she notes wryly.

Brochdern frowns at the two but simply says, Keep your wits about you.

[onlie2005]

Maria is more interested at the moment with securing a bed and having a hot meal. She was able to think more clearly when she had those available to her. So she beckons Brochdern to follow her.

Come on Broc, Thanos. Let's get something to eat and secure some rooms for all of us.

She heads to the inn.

[Dr.Samurai]

Brochdern watches in amazement as the young girl walks by his proffered hand without taking it, Come on Broc, Thanos. Let's get something to eat and secure some rooms for all of us.

The half-orc lets out a raucous laugh and gives the others a knowing look before following her, As you say m'lady.

[Felhammer]

Tirel asks around town and finds out that Bairwin’s Grand Shoppe would be the best place to find some "adventuring" items this late in the day. Beyond that, the town's market will be full of vendors tomorrow morning. Although they specialize in mundane items, they some times have things an adventurer would like.

The Temple of Chauntea is a sturdy structure but only lightly peopled. Sister Linora is the head of the church but she prefers to go out into the farms that surround the town than stay in Winterhaven itself.





Vallias asks around town but finds people are far more worried about the Kobolds who plague the roads than any seemingly mysterious cult. In fact, most go so far as to claim that if there were a cult, they believe it would be outside of town—off in the dragon burial site southwest of town or the old, ruined keep to the northeast. Even so, people find that highly doubtful.



This spacious inn and tavern serves as the public house for the region. Like alehouses everywhere, Wrafton’s Inn offers beer, wine, and, on occasion, spirits. Meals are served for those with the coin, and beds for travelers are available. A crowd of villagers gathers each night to drink, gossip, sing, and play games of chance.

A middle-aged human woman stands behind the bar, she greets the party as they enter the Inn, "Welcome to Wrafton's Inn. I am Salvana Wrafton, the proprietress of the establishment." She looks down at Maria and smiles even more brightly, "I think I have some sweets you can have while your... Guardians and I discuss boring old adult business." The woman disappears under the counter but then reemerges with three yellow Custard tarts, "Here you go my dear." After passing the tarts off, Salvana looks up to Thanos and Broc, "What can I do for you this fine night? A room, perhaps two? Definitely a meal. Some drinks? We have Beer, Wine and... Oh, I still have a barrel of Fire Snout Ale I acquired while I was in the Dales a few months back."

[Veloric]

Tirel heads to Bairwin's while keeping careful watch of the time. He was keen to get back to his party at the Inn, and besides he could really go for a pitcher of ale. He manages to find his way through the unfamiliar town in spite of the shabby directions he was given. Finally he lays eyes upon the Shoppe and proceeds to walk through the door. He sees quite an array of goods spread out, but he's not sure if the good man Bairwin has what he's looking for.

"Good sir, I've only just arrived in Winterhaven and I'm in need of a few treatments for a wounded companion of mine. Would you happen to have anything laying about to offer me?"

He made a point to inspect the man further. He wasn't in the mood to haggle prices and wanted to make sure he wasn't about to be toyed with. What kind of man was this?

[onlie2005]

While Maria ate usually roast beef and potatoes for dinner, like any 9 year old girl she loved sweets and especially tarts. She begins eating them greedily. After all she was a child and desserts were naturally something she could not say no to. But that did not mean she was not observant or paying attention. She kept a discreet eye on all the patrons in the room. The girl looked for signs that are out of place, behaviours that seemed suspicious or odd, or for their matter how they reacted to she and her friends arrival. She dies not look at any one person directly or reacts. Just observes.

[roll0]

[Anubis Dread]

It seemed the cult didn't have much of a presence in town... which meant they probably weren't much of a threat after all. This whole job was starting to look a little bit fishy. Unless of course they were following the 'raise a whole bunch of undead and/or demons outside of town' line of thinking, but that seemed a little too blunt for Shar cultists. Unless they were a fringe group who just paid lip service to Shar while doing things that more mainstream cults would feel was shamefully inefficient...

Either way she wasn't getting any more information tonight. She might as well meet up with the others in the inn.

[Dr.Samurai]

I will have whatever you have cooking, and some Fire Snout. And a small portion and some water for the little one, in case the tarts do not fill her. We've been on the road for some time.

And how big are your rooms? We have two others joining us.

[Felhammer]

As the girl woofs down the delicious tarts, she spies an elderly gentleman in a weather-worn outfit sitting alone at one of the tables in the middle of the establishment. He is enjoying a bowl of stew as well as a hunk of cheese (that he greedily picks up and takes large bites of).

A stately man sits at another table, perhaps ten feet from the first. His clothing is much finer, dyed blue. He sits with a stiff back and eats his cheese by cutting pieces off with a knife and using a fork to convey the food from the table to his moth.

A female Elf sits in one of the corners of the room. Her face is emblazoned with a scowl. She nurses a glass of wine. Maria quickly realizes the Elf is discreetly eying the party.

Other guests, farmers mostly, are present. Some sing, others drink. Most look to be having a good time.



The woman nods, "We have three kinds of rooms - cheap, good and great. Judging by your kit, I'd say good suits you best. Each of our good rooms have three beds. Six silver for an adult, three for a child. You say there are five of you? It'll be an extra six silver to rent the third bed in the second room (if you don't rent it, I'll have to leave available for one of these drunk farmers).

Salvana snaps her fingers, two waitresses who are tending to other guests look up, "Five more bowls of pork stew for these two, their kid and their friends." The bar maiden hands the Half-Orc three wooden steins, two filled with Fire Snout Ale and the third with boiled water. "We'll settle up after you finish your meal and have a chance to relax.

The bar is about about three quarters full. Most of the patrons seem to be farmers or townsfolk who are getting an evening meal and having a drink or three. A booth in the far back of the tavern, tucked away in a corner, is open and will have enough room for the whole party.


You walk into the fine establishment and look around. The bar is about about three quarters full. Most of the patrons seem to be farmers or townsfolk who are enjoying an evening meal and having a drink or three. You spot Maria, Broch and Thanos sitting in a booth at the far end of the room.

The owner of the shope, Bairwin Wildarson, hardly has a chance to say "Hello", before Tirel is beseeching him for magical healing. The man fumbles around behind the counter and pulls out two vials filled with a blue liquid, "I have two healing potions, if that is what you are looking for. I hope nothing... Terrible happened to your friend. May I ask how he or she came to be injured?"

[Dr.Samurai]

That'll do then, thank you Salvana. Broch takes the steins and makes his way to the booth in the far corner. If one of these farmers can pay six silver for a night in a room, I'm an elfin maiden, he mutters under his breath. After fussing with Maria to at least eat some of her potatoes, Broch relaxes in his seat and tucks into his stew. He takes a moment to scrutinize the other patrons, and when Velias arrives, he waves her over to their table.

[roll0]

[Anubis Dread]

Taking his que, Vallias made her way over to the table and sat down with the others. "Managed to get any information?" she asked as she sat down, not even bothering to share what little she'd gleaned. At this point the only thing to go off of was the lack of things to go off of.

[Felhammer]

The Half-Orc spies an elderly gentleman in a weather-worn outfit sitting alone at one of the tables in the middle of the establishment. He is enjoying a bowl of stew as well as a hunk of cheese (that he greedily picks up and takes large bites of). He seems to like cheese as he orders an extra platter.

A stately man sits at another table, perhaps ten feet from the first. His clothing is much finer, dyed blue. He sits with a stiff back and eats his cheese by cutting pieces off with a knife and using a fork to convey the food from the table to his moth. He chats with a few different farmers. He seems to make liberal use of buying the people he is talking to drinks, so as to keep them engaged in the conversation.

A female Elf sits in one of the corners of the room. Her face is emblazoned with a scowl. She nurses a glass of wine. Broc quickly realizes the Elf is discreetly eying the party, especially Maria and Velias (when she arrives).

Other guests, farmers mostly, are present. Some sing, others drink. Most look to be having a good time.

[Dr.Samurai]

Aye, Brochdern gives Velias a grave look, and leans closer in a conspiratorial manner, the lady keeps sweet tarts behind the bar!

He pushes a bowl of stew toward Velias, Not much really, we only just got the rooms and sat down. A lot of drunk farmers here. That fancypants is lonely. That vagabond likes cheese. And... Broch pauses for a moment as he realizes the elf woman is trying to listen in, and this stew is rather good. Either that, or I've been on the road too long. Try some.

[Felhammer]

The Elf, who had been resting her chair on all fours, leans her seat back and gently tilts her head to the side, in a manner that would indicate she is trying to eavesdrop.

[Dr.Samurai]

As the meal continues, Brochdern at some point leans over and says to the others in hushed tones, That your sister or something over there Thanos? She seems mighty interested in what we're saying...

[onlie2005]

She has been eyeing us discreetly since we entered., Maria says with equally hushed tones and adds with a touch of humor and sarcasm, And if she keeps scowling like that she will look even stranger than an orc with a dress on.

Maria then asks Salvana, Miss Wraftan. We encountered kobolds a night ago. Are they common around heres?

[Felhammer]

Salvana walks by to personally fill everyone's steins, “Kobolds! Those buggers are braver all the time! Lord Padraig would probably be interested in hearing your story. He’s been trying to get the militia to clear out those vermin for the last few months with no success.”

[Veloric]

The man fumbles around behind the counter and pulls out two vials filled with a blue liquid, "I have two healing potions, if that is what you are looking for. I hope nothing... Terrible happened to your friend. May I ask how he or she came to be injured?"

"Those should do fantastically, thank you sir. My companions and I were camped out not too far from your city walls when we were ambushed by kobolds. One of us got into a nasty scrape with a few Dragonshields. It's really nothing of dire importance, I just thought it would help ease his healing. What would I owe you for those two? Sorry for the rush but I must get back to my group."

Tirel isn't in a talkative mood but he's not so rude as to ignore the man's inquiries. He can't wait to get back to the inn and enjoy a few drinks.

[Felhammer]

"I see. You know I acquired these two potions from a traveler, much like yourself. His name was Velkgodd Suqjem. Strange name, I know. He was a Half-Elf, much like yourself. Part Moon Elf, part Calishiite. He had big bushy silver hair and swarthy purple hued skin. He too fought some Kobolds on while walking the road to town. Been happening a lot lately. Honestly, they have made it a habit to harass travelers on the East Way. And, yes, what was once a minor annoyance has become a very real threat to the commerce of the village. Fewer and fewer travelers come our way these days, and even I have a harder and harder time keeping my shop stocked with the finest goods. I remember a trip I made to distant Vast Swamp, many years ago. The place was literally crawling with kobolds because the people of the area refused to drive them away. I wonder how long before the kobolds grow brave enough to strike the village itself?"

The man trails off for a moment, then continues, "But you probably want to get back to your friends. Normally, these potions are quire pricey - twenty gold a piece - but... I am not without a heart. You can have both for free." He leans in, "Just don't tell anyone, ok? I have a reputation to maintain." He hands Tirel the potions then asks, I, uh, I didn't get your name."




Potion of Cure Light Wounds
Level 1 Uncommon

This potion covers your small cuts and minor bruises in dim silver light, causing them to heal over.

Consumable: Potion 20 gp

Utility Power (Healing) Consumable (Minor Action)

Effect: You drink the potion. If you have a healing surge, you must spend one. Instead of the hit points you would normally regain, you regain 1d8 + 1 hit points. If you are bloodied and don’t have any healing surges, you still regain the hit points. If neither of these things is true, there is no effect.

[Veloric]

The man trails off for a moment, then continues, "But you probably want to get back to your friends. Normally, these potions are quite pricey - twenty gold a piece - but... I am not without a heart. You can have both for free."

Tirel is absolutely astounded by the kindness of the man. In Waterdeep you were lucky to even get half of what you worked for. Handouts like this were unheard of. "You are truly too kind for words sir. I wish there were something I could do in return, but perhaps we have scared the creatures off and your traders may once again visit as they used to? I can only hope."

He leans in, "Just don't tell anyone, ok? I have a reputation to maintain." He hands Tirel the potions then asks, I, uh, I didn't get your name."

"Your secret is safe with me. Oh, how rude of me. My name is Tirel. It was a pleasure Bairwin. I may have cause to return again before my business is done."

With that completed, Tirel heads towards to Inn to rejoin his companions. He finds them whispering to each other while enjoying their meals and so sits down to join them and be filled in. He takes the time to hand the Half-Orc one of his newly acquired potions. "This should help with your injuries." He takes a swig of ale before turning to Maria and handing the girl his second flask, "If you find yourself hurt or without us."

[Gillric]

Thanos

And where might we find this Lord Padraig you speak of?

[Felhammer]

"Lord Padraig? Why he lives in that really nice manor house in town! You probably didn't see it because the manor is tucked behind the northern wall." Salvana pauses for a moment then continues, "You just missed him too! He came in here fifteen minutes or so before you arrived. He likes to get a beer every now-and-then."

[onlie2005]

Who is that elf over there?, Maria asks Salvana quietly,And is she always this nosy?

[Felhammer]

That would be Ninaran. She's a hunter who likes to work and drink alone. She doesn't mingle with the locals much. Loves a good, dark ale though." Salvana looks down at Maria, "Not really the motherly type, honestly." Her gaze drifts up to the men in the party, "Plenty of good looking, hard working farm girls 'round these parts, iffin' you're lookin' to find a mother for this little cutie pie."

[Anubis Dread]

"And you assume I wouldn't be a good enough mother because- oh who am I kidding, I'm surprised at the number of my children who survived into adulthood," Vellias sighed. Now would probably be a bad time to ask if there was anyone she could nibble on the neck of. She still had that bottle of booze, and she still needed to drink it second hand. Perhaps another evening.

[Felhammer]

"No offense, hun, but good mothers tend to be a bit more settled than you adventuring lot." Salvana looks at Velias and offhandedly mentions, "Hmm, you look a little pale for a..." A clang on the other side of the bar interrupts the woman. You gaze across the room to see a human girl soaked to the bone in beer, "Looks like one of my waitresses hasn't learned how to hold a tray. I'll be right back."

[onlie2005]

Maria seemed a bit taken by Salvana's concern. For a moment she considered saying something but held back. She was lost in thought as she ate her pork stew. She continues to observe the patrons discreetly then thinks about something.

I seem to remember reading about Tower or Fortification nearby here. And I am not sure exactly how but I think it is connected to the Shadowfell. Though I do not know how yet. But I do know that the Shadowfell was created when Shar reshaped the Plane of Shadow after the Spellplague., she says loudly, intentionally so so that if the elf was still eavesdropping so she can discreetly get a reaction if there is one.

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[Dr.Samurai]

Tirel heads towards to Inn to rejoin his companions. He finds them whispering to each other while enjoying their meals and so sits down to join them and be filled in. He takes the time to hand the Half-Orc one of his newly acquired potions. "This should help with your injuries." He takes a swig of ale before turning to Maria and handing the girl his second flask, "If you find yourself hurt or without us."

Brochdern accepts the gift, clapping the half-elf on the back, That is mighty thoughtful of you Tirel, thank you. All I got you was this stew, he says, sliding the bowl over, but I bet you it tastes better than the stuff in this vial! He laughs, and claps Tirel on the back again, Sit, sit!

He makes room for Tirel at the table and continues eating as the others discuss the kobolds, the militia, and the elf woman.

That would be Ninaran. She's a hunter who likes to work and drink alone. She doesn't mingle with the locals much. Loves a good, dark ale though." Salvana looks down at Maria, "Not really the motherly type, honestly." Her gaze drifts up to the men in the party, "Plenty of good looking, hard working farm girls 'round these parts, iffin' you're lookin' to find a mother for this little cutie pie."

Brochdern snorts at that, Ha! Let the pretty farm girls get a look at me first before you start making promises Salvana. So the elf is a hunter, huh? Would you please bring the lady Ninaran a dark ale? On me. Looking to the others, Broch says, She's a hunter. She may know something about what's going on around here. No harm in asking.

When Salvana brings Ninaran the ale, Brochdern gestures for her to join them.

[Felhammer]

Before Salvana deals with the mess, she responds to Maria, “Oh, the keep? It’s just northeast of the village, up in the Thunder Peaks. But no one goes that way. Too dangerous! Monsters of all sorts! Ghosts and vampires, I hear. Nothing anyone who values their life would get anywhere near. Valthrun probably knows more.” She points to the man who eats his cheese with utensils.


After dealing with the spilled drink, Salvana brings a pint of dark ale to the elf woman. The bar maiden points at Broc and nudges Ninaran to go speak to the, "Handsome men over there." The she-elf lackadaisically walks over to the booth and gives the Half-Orc a nod. In a dispassionate tone, she asks, "What brings you to Winterhaven?”

[Dr.Samurai]

Brochdern bumps steins with Ninaran when she comes over and offers her a seat. In a dispassionate tone, she asks, "What brings you to Winterhaven?”

Work, Brochdern responds, an acquaintance of ours needs a hand and we're in no position to turn down coins. He smiles, We were just talking about a run-in with some kobolds last night, and heard they have become quite the nuisance in these parts. Since we might be here a while, I thought we might find out more by asking some of the locals. Salvana says you're quite the hunter.

[onlie2005]

Maria lets the adults talk to Ninaran. There was not much to say to the elf that she wanted to other than what Broc already mentioned. She did however decide to speak to somebody else. There was something nagging in the back of her mind. The Keep. She did not understand fully but something told her that it was important to get more information on the Keep. It was essential. Perhaps it had something to do with the Shadowfell and Shar's relationship with it.

Politely excusing herself from the table and making sure Broc knows that she is going over to Valthrun, she makes her way to the man.

Excuse me sir. May I speak to you about something? I am a scholar and believe it or not a mage who is helping my friends over there,, she says politely to Valthrun, gesturing to her party, ...track down a Cult of Shar rumored to be operating in and around Winterhaven. We were hired by Gevarn to assist Sister Linora in this task. If I remember correctly Shar was responsible for creating the Shadowfell and somehow the Tower located northeast of this town is somehow connected to the Shadowfell in some way. Although I can't remember or not know how. Perhaps you could help me.

[Felhammer]

Ninaran nods at Broc. In a dispassionate, almost cold voice she replies, "Ah. Where are you from?”

The older gentleman sets his fork down and looks down at the little girl, "A scholar you say? Most girls of your age know only of dolls, most are barely literate (same goes for the boys, really, although they prefer wooden swords me thinks). What interest in tomes and knowledge would a child like you have? You have the diction and vocabulary of someone much older than your, what, seven years? Quite pleasant really. Too few of your generation care for knowledge, let alone the active acquisition of it." He takes up his fork and devours a small piece of white cheese. “The keep was built during the height of the Cormyr's golden age, perhaps centuries before the Spellplague befell our fair continent. Some sort of watchtower. I can’t recall what for. Some think it was to guard against gnoll marauders, but I don’t think that’s right. Whatever, the keep outlived its usefulness. It’s been a ruin since before I was born. Probably a goblin lair by this time. But you’ve whetted my curiosity. When I return to my tower, I’ll look through my library. The next time you see me here, I will know more.”

[onlie2005]

I am actually 9 years old., Maria says with a bit of humbleness. She was not really the show offy type, I love to read and learn. And I find magic fascinating and fun. Besides, it's not who has the power and skills that is important, it is how it is used, regardless of age. Besides adventuring parties last longer with people that use their minds more than they use their muscles or weapons.

For a moment there is a sense of sadness in Maria as she inadvertantly commented something that her father once told her. Shaking it off Maria continues.

I was also wondering, is this town having a kobold problem of late? Salvana sounded like they have been a nuissance here recently. What can you tell me of them?

[Felhammer]

"A nuissance is correct. They've become a problem on the roads, I hear. Not as many merchants come to town these days. Personally, I have never really investigated the matter. I assume they are simply some tribe that has emigrated here. I'm sure some band of would-be adventurers will find their lair and slay them all." He winks at Maria almost knowingly. "Perhaps people who travel outside the town or deal with merchants on a regular basis would know more? Master Coalstriker, Wildarson, Ninaran or maybe even the Lord."

[onlie2005]

Thank you Mr Valthrun. Your help was much appreciated., Maria says, politely bowing and respectfully to the man. After politely excusing herself from the table she returns to her own with her friends.

She then turns her attention to the elf, Ma'am if I may. Apparently there is a band of kobolds harassing any travellers heading to and from this town along the road. By any chance would you know of where their lair might be?

[Dr.Samurai]

Broc holds his smile for a moment as Ninaran doesn't immediately answer his question. I hail from the Kingdom of Many Arrows, in the Spine of the World. The others come from all different places. Have you had any--- Maria suddenly interjects, and Broc simply looks down at the precocious little girl.

[Felhammer]

Ninarn looks down at the girl and scowls, "I’ve heard something about marauders on the road, but I haven’t personally had any problems.” Her gaze returns to Broc, “How long are you staying?”

[onlie2005]

Maria backs off, realizing she butted in. So she takes a seat and continues to finish her food.

[Anubis Dread]

Dear Lolth this was irritating. All this talk about kobolds and keeps was likely important, but after her frustrations at being unable to dig up any information on the cult or church and the long journey Vellias would much rather be drinking. The problem was her particular type of drinking was not something you did among civil company. Normally she'd just hire a lady or gentleman of the evening to sate her thirst rather than suffering through her fugue or waiting for an isolate victim in the night, but with a young one with them she didn't feel comfortable doing so. Which was bizarre, because she'd done plenty worst in front of her own flesh and blood children. Then again they'd all had drow blood, and drow were born knowing how to lie, cheat, steal, seduce and betray. There wasn't much innocence to ruin there.

"A while. We're meeting company, and until we meet up we can't know for certain how long our stay is. You know how people get when you're at the whim of their hospitality," Vellias interjected.

[Felhammer]

"Ah." The Elf nods then asks in an uninterested tone, "Who have you met so far?”

[Anubis Dread]

"No-one so far, but we're going to be taking a trip tomorrow for certain religious purposes," Vellias replied flippantly. "I'm sure you know what we mean. It's all the rage in town now days after all." ...alright there was no chance this elf would know anything about the cult, but she might as well attempt to pry some more information out of her. Odds are she'd just assume they were here for a meeting at the church that wasn't overwhelmingly evil.

[Felhammer]

With nary a word, Ninarn turns around and walks back to her chair and begins sipping the drink Broc bought for her.

[Anubis Dread]

"...rude," Vellias somewhat hypocritically noted. "Well after that I for one think we should just go to bed and deal with tomorrow tomorrow."

[Felhammer]

The party makes their way up to the rooms. They are medium sized, perhaps elven feet long by eight feet wide. Three beds line the left wall for the men's room, while three beds line the right wall for the women's room. A small night stand with a single candle sit between each bed. The beds are fluffy but the pillows flat. It is not the best room you have ever stayed in but definitely not the worst. Sleep finds each of you quickly, especially after the many days sleeping on the cold earth.

Several roosters call out to the rising sun, rousing all from their slumber. Breakfast is a simple affair - smoked trout and watered wine (or apple juice in the case of Maria). Only a handful of guests stayed at the inn, most seem to have devoured their breakfast and dashed out to begin the day. Salavana is not present in the tavern when you walk down, rather a burly man who is as gruff and quiet as he is muscular.

[onlie2005]

Maria did not like Ninaran. She was not too young and inexperienced to know that not everyone was sociable. But she found the elf rather off putting. Besides why the questions? It seemed to her that the elf was too nosy. And too interested in the party for her own tastes. Why would a loner like Ninaran be suddenly interested in her and her friends? Still she went to bed not long after and it seemed she was the first one up.

Heading down to the taproom for some breakfast, she orders some bacon and eggs and a side of sausages. As a growing girl she was quite hungry. And of course she orders milk for her drink. The girl takes note of who is at the bar at the moment. She politely nods at the man at the bar.

[Felhammer]

The barkeep gives Maria a platter of smoked trout and bread along with a mug of apple juice, "Sorry love, fish is all we have for today. Fresh from the rivers. Tastes good."

[Gillric]

Thanos

Thanos rises early and eats his breakfast early. Seeing Maria eating as well, Tell the others I will be back momentarily. I want to take a look around the town now that it's light out and to try to replace some of my arrows.

[Felhammer]

The town is bustling as it is market day. Many people from the surrounding countryside have come in to hawk their wares. Fresh fruit, fish, vegetables and grain are a plenty, along with small objects, mostly pendants and statuary, made from carved wood. Children run to and fro, excited by the day's hustle and bustle. Donkeys and mules make strange noises, while horses trot about, trying to avoid tramping passers by.

Market Square is full of carts and stands selling mundane items. Most of the other streets have an excess of loitering people, especially by the Tenements. All four guards are out in force.

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1. Outer Gate and Walls
2. Wrafton's Inn
3. Market Square
4. Stables
5. Smithy
6. Valthrun's Tower
7. Bairwin's Grande Shope
8. Warrior Guild
9. Tenements
10. Temple
11. Inner Gate
12. Winterhaven Siege Supplies
13. Winterhaven Barracks
14. Manor House

[Veloric]

Throwing his arms up into a yawn Tirel says, "Now we need to talk to the high priestess and get to the bottom of this cultist problem. Though I haven't noticed anything out of the ordinary so far. Perhaps Gevarn was being a bit over-dramatic? Maybe Padraig will have something to add."

Either way this went, Tirel intended to make a name for himself. The Padraig chap felt like the best way towards that.

[Anubis Dread]

"It still smells like a scam of some kind honestly," Vellias shrugged, somewhat grumpy at having to wear her cloak indoors. Damned morning light coming through the windows... "It could be as simple as scam as exaggerating the danger to get us to come though. I didn't pick up on anything too suspect, so I doubt it's an outright trap either way."

[onlie2005]

Maria takes what is given to her, not being one to be picky. She likes fish just as well. As she eats she tells Tirel and Velias when they arrive where Thanos is. She nods in response to what he says and adds, I don't know about you guys but it seems to me Ninaran last night seemed a bit nosy. Not to mention rude and ungrateful.

[Gillric]

Thanos

Thanos mingles in amongst the common folk going about their business in the market. He browses the stalls, looking to see if anyone has good quality arrows for sale. As he move through the people, he is always listening for any reference to the kobolds, the cult, or this strange keep outside of town that Maria mentioned.

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[Felhammer]

Thanos wanders around the market, asking around for a Fletcher. He finds some that speak of people with those skills out in the countryside but none have come into town this day. Thankfully, a local points Thanos to the town's Smithy - Thair Coalstriker. His shop is small and hot but has many fine wears inside. The Dwarf is currently striking a piece of metal. Judging by its immensity, it will some time soon become the head of a very fine greataxe. "What can I do fer ye laddie? It is market day and I am stuck inside crafting this needlessly large axe. I could use a diversion... And a chance to step outside." The Dwarf is dripping in sweat. he escorts Thanos out into the cool morning air, "Ah, that be better. So, what can this ole' Smithy do fer ya?"

[Dr.Samurai]

Brochdern watches as Ninaran leaves with barely a word and returns to her seat. His gaze stays on her moments longer until finally he returns to his meal, Well that could have gone better. He sends a pointed look toward Tirel, Loosening other people's tongues is not exactly one of my strengths... Ah well. I've no doubt we will know more tomorrow.

Shortly thereafter the group retires for the night. Broch sleeps heavily, his body still worn from the encounter with the kobolds. By the time he awakens, everyone else is already up and about. He skips his morning routine to meet the others downstairs. Maria, Tirel, and Velias are at a table, eating breakfast. Thanos is nowhere to be seen. A quick glance at the plates gives Brochdern a sneaking suspicion, Maria, did you wait for the others to wake up before coming down here? I have told you, it is a dangerous world for a little girl to be alone, even one so brave and dangerous as yourself. By way of response, she informs him that Thanos had left earlier in the morning and instructed her to deliver the message to the others. Brochdern eyes her suspiciously before getting breakfast from the tender.

Throwing his arms up into a yawn Tirel says, "Now we need to talk to the high priestess and get to the bottom of this cultist problem. Though I haven't noticed anything out of the ordinary so far. Perhaps Gevarn was being a bit over-dramatic? Maybe Padraig will have something to add."


Perhaps, Brochdern adds as he digs into his fish, But we haven't been here long enough to be sure of much.

"It still smells like a scam of some kind honestly," Vellias shrugged, somewhat grumpy at having to wear her cloak indoors. Damned morning light coming through the windows... "It could be as simple as scam as exaggerating the danger to get us to come though. I didn't pick up on anything too suspect, so I doubt it's an outright trap either way."

Broc would roll his one good eye if he wasn't so interested in his breakfast. He had to give Vellias a little leeway; she was a drow, and paranoia came easily to them. In fact, from the tales he had heard throughout the mountains, drow don't live long if they haven't developed a robust knack for paranoia. I doubt that too, Vellias, he manages to say.

Maria adds, I don't know about you guys but it seems to me Ninaran last night seemed a bit nosy. Not to mention rude and ungrateful.


Good insight lass. Some folk don't like to be bothered. She may have been trying to shake me off, but she may also have been trying to find out more. It's a small town, and you know how it's been. People don't tend to like seeing an orc and a drow mingling about. Could be that. He finishes his meal and downs the rest of his wine, But don't forget she's an elf. All that time in the trees leaves them with twigs so far up their---, he looks down at Maria, well, let's just say that elves aren't exactly warm and cuddly and leave it at that. Now, who's ready to meet this priestess?

After breakfast, we'll go meet with the priestess.

[Anubis Dread]

"Seeing as the average town person around here seems to be as illuminating as an ink stain in the dark it does seem to be the only way we're going to get more information," Vellias agreed. Going in blind was not something she liked to do. But sometimes you just had to take a plunge and trust you were strong enough to deal with any traps that might be sprung.

[Felhammer]

The party finishes breakfast and heads over to the temple. The town is bustling as it is market day. Many people from the surrounding countryside have come in to hawk their wares. Fresh fruit, fish, vegetables and grain are a plenty, along with small objects, mostly pendants and statuary, made from carved wood. Children run to and fro, excited by the day's hustle and bustle. Donkeys and mules make strange noises, while horses trot about, trying to avoid tramping passers by. Many people walk into and out of the Temple, as it appears to be quite a popular destination in town.

Market days are one of the few days in the week when Sister Linora is actually present in the temple (she prefers to go out into the countryside and help people there). The Temple is dedicated to Chauntea but also includes shrines to several other good-aligned gods such as Shiallia, Mielikki, Silvanus and Ilmater. The tall, stone building towers over all the other buildings on this side of the Inner Gate.

Walking inside, you see services have just ended. Sister Linora is a matronly woman, with long black hair,streaked with grey. Her skin is tanned from all the time she spends meandering across the countryside. Her vestments have been starched and look as fresh as they were the day she puchased them. Beside her is Gevarn, whose vestments are a bit dingier and well worn. After saying good bye to each of the faithful, Gevarn waves the party over. "Hello friends! Thank you for coming. This is Sister Linora, the chief priestess of this temple."

The Sister's voice is regal and commanding, yet as soft as a summer breeze, "I must thank you for saving my friend from the dangers that plague both his quest and the roads. With out you, he surly would have been killed."

[Dr.Samurai]

The town proves to be busy on market day, and the group is forced to travel through a throng of people moving to and from vendor stands set up all along the way. Broc tries to show his most ingratiating smile at all times, so as not to make the townfolk fearful of a tusked one-eyed half-orc in full plate armor. Vellias generally keeps herself well covered up during the day. As usual, the attractive Tirel and the darling little Maria take some of the edge off their party's appearance.

Once at the temple, the group spots Gevarn alongside a woman they assume to be Sister Linora. They wait while the two finish farewells with some of the faithful. In the meantime, Brochdern walks by the other shrines set up to other of the goodly gods. Chauntea, Shiallia, Ilmater, Silvanus and Mielikki, the goddess that Thanos follows. All were here, to be payed respect to. Brochdern reflects on a time when a shrine to Gruumsh would be seen among this pantheon. We will make it so, he says quietly to himself, and offers up a prayer to the other gods, that they might smile upon him and his quest, in the times that Gruumsh, through his imprisonment, cannot. We only seek to strengthen the host of goodly gods watching over the people of this world, he says, and to right a wrong committed so long ago.

After rejoining the group, Grevarn waves them over and they are introduced to Sister Linora. The Sister's voice is regal and commanding, yet as soft as a summer breeze, "I must thank you for saving my friend from the dangers that plague both his quest and the roads. With out you, he surly would have been killed."

These must be desperate times to send a man out into danger he is ill accustomed to face. Luckily he was under the vigilance of He Who Watches, and we were near enough to lend a hand. I am Brochdern Stormeye, of the Kingdom of Many Arrows.

[Veloric]

Across the room Brochdern seems lost in thought for a moment as he walks towards the deities' shrines. It had to be difficult for him being a follower of a deity that the common folk were so hostile towards. He noted to himself that he should learn more of Gruumsh if only to be on equal footing with the Half-Orc.

"I am Tirel Markhov of Waterdeep. Gevarn has made your plight quite clear to us but how exactly are we to help you, Sister Linora? There doesn't seem to much malicious activity within the walls... though we haven't been here for long.

[Gillric]

Thanos

Once back outside in the fresh air, Thanos responds to the man's question. I am looking to purchase some quality arrows. Would these be something you might sell?

[onlie2005]

Just remember Vellias that this seems like a very normal town. Death Cults by nature are not known for their normality. I very much doubt that they would make their presence felt so easily in a town like this. They are more likely to be very discreet. And it was never said that they were actually in the town proper. Maybe in the vicinity of it. I think we should take a closer look at that Keep in the immediate future., Maria said before packing her stuff, including her spellbook which she had been studying while eating.

Once the party headed to the Temple, she noticed the children playing around. She seemed a little distant and longing for a while. Like all children, she needed to be with others her own age. But she knew that she could not. But the longing was there. So she hurried her pace towards the temple as if trying to get this over with and not deal with her emotions.

When they arrive, she waves to Gevarn and says to Sister Linora, I am Maria Fireheart and I am with them. I was wondering, since you are concerned with the Cult of Shar, if you think the Keep to the Northeast of Winterhaven might have something to do with it? I remember reading something about the Shadowfell and that particular Keep being related to it but I cannot remember how or why. Since the Shadowfell is a remodelled version of the Shadow Weave which Shar created, if what I suspect is true then perhaps this Death Cult may be looking into the Keep or even based there,

[Anubis Dread]

"I am Vellias of no house," Vellias introduced herself along with the others. "And you are right - he surely would have. Putting that aside however your plight intrigues me, but I could not get any details beyond the most basic. I'm not even sure how you know this cult exists, or if it does. As such any information you can give us would be appreciated, and if our goals seem to align we can discuss joining forces in exchange for payment."

[Felhammer]

"I am pleased to meet each and every one of you. Truly the Grain Goddess has found the right champions for this most holy of causes. The..." The Sister pauses as her eyes scan the church for any eavesdroppers, "Mistress of the Night has laid her eyes upon Winterhaven and wishes to turn it into a bastion of her unholy might. Chauntea has spoken to me in my dreams, given me visions of the Disc of Shar looming over the town, casting its fel shadow upon us all... The omen does not bode well for any that live here." She pauses once more as she walks across the hall to ensure the doors have been closed shut, "Anyone could be a cultist. They would not openly say so, obviously. No one will freely admit they worship an evil god and practice the dark ways of such vile religions! You must delve deeper my Champions. The fate of the town rests upon your shoulders."

"But Sister," Gervan asks, "How can these Champions investigate that which the Cultists conceal from them?"

"I do not know... You have asked around with the common-folk, yes? Perhaps... Perhaps Lord Padraig knows more? Sure he has been woefully inept with his handeling of the Kobolds but perhaps the matter of the Cult has not escaped his attention? What of Valthrun, he is old and wise. Eilian speaks for the common people, perhaps he has heard rumblings."

"Any of them could be cultists too! How do we know who to trust Sister?"

"I do not know, my friend... Chauntea was... Less clear as to this matter than I would have preferred."

The woman looks down at Maria and smiles, "Beautiful is the mind of a child. I do not know the specifics either but that keep has been there for centuries. Long since abandoned too. During the times of upheaval, Shar could very well have asserted her control over it but... My vision was clearly centered on the town. That keep lies many miles from here. Perhaps the two are connected, I am not sure.

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Meanwhile, Thanos and Thair discuss business. The Dwarf whisks away a gallon of sweat from his brow, fling it to the floor, "I have about Thirty arrows in my shop. I know a few fletchers around the area and could get triple that in by tomorrow's eve. Of course... Bairwin..." He spits that name out like it were poisoned mead, "That no good huckster came to town a few years ago with a wagon filled with trash. Literal trash. No sensible person want buy his rusty junk, let alone buy it..." The Dwarf kicks his shop's wall, "Yet the Grande Shop is doing really well for itself. Barwin is constantly getting new and rare items in, even as those Kobold Bandits have driven most of the merchants away! Bah! If I had even a tenth of his success, I could find me a wife and have some kids!"

[Gillric]

Thanos

I will take the 30 for now. If you can get the rest, I will try to come back for them as well. How much do I owe you?

[Felhammer]

The Dwarf sighs, "It'll be 1 gold, five silver."

[Dr.Samurai]

[roll0]

Brochdern pats Maria on the head, She made pleasantries with Valthrun last night. He promised to look into the keep for us. We also spoke to an elf hunter called Ninaran, but she was little help. Where will we find Lord Padraig and Eilian?

And one other thing... have you noticed any newcomers arrive in town? Since your visions. Anyone who seems to be staying here permanently?

[Gillric]

Thanos

Thanos pays the smith, collects his arrows and prepares to go back out into the market.

Once back out in the square he continues to explore what remains of the town, making sure to check out the Warrior's Guild before poking around Bairwin's shop.

[onlie2005]

Maria nods and thinks for a moment. She is not sure about the Keep yet but she starts to think of other things that may be relevant, What can you tell us about the kobolds that have been raiding the roads near here of late? It seems to me that they have been a little too much of a nuissance than normal.

[Felhammer]

The Sister bows her head, “The kobolds aren’t only striking at targets along the road. They’ve begun to make forays into the distant farms, raiding livestock and attacking homes in the dark of night. I have appealed to Lord Padraig, but he has neither the resources nor the means to raise a force to fight back. I fear that this is only a harbinger of a disaster to come."

Lord Padraig," Gervan interjects,
"Can be found in the Manor House. Perhaps you can convince him to take the Kobold threat more seriously, as well as the Cultists."

It is strange that Ninarn would not know anything about the Kobolds. She is a hunter by trade, she must have seen them before. Perhaps she worried you were inexperienced adventurers and feared for your safety?"

She is telling the truth as far as you can tell.

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Meanwhile, Thanos scouts the Warrior Guild out. It is a sturdy building, two floors, maybe three. about a half dozed archery targets sit out back, as well as a few training dummies that have seen heavy use. No one is outside right now. You ask around and find out that the Warrior's Guild is the name the townsfolk give to the local militia. They often train on days when the market is not in town.

Bairwin's Grand Shop is a pleasant building. Most of the people who came in from the countryside for the market go into the store but few come out with any items. When you poke around a bit, you hear people comment that he has a nice stock but his wares are perhaps a bit too expensive.

[onlie2005]

Maybe she does not care? From what you are saying it is very unlikely that Ninaran knows nothing of the kobolds. She did say that they do not bother her. Perhaps she has yet to have run ins with them?, Maria says, a little confused, then says to the others, We should head to Lord Padraig immediately.

[Anubis Dread]

"Or perhaps she's a cult member. We have no information, so we have to assume the worst case scenario. Otherwise we're going to end up dead and prickling with arrows," Vellias remarked dryly. "I definitely agree that we should head to this Lord though. The sooner we have enough information to upgrade that worst case scenario to something acceptable the better."

[Felhammer]

Sister Linora nods as the party leaves, "You must find the cultists and bring Shar's threat to Winterhaven to an end!"

The streets outside are still bustling with people. The group makes their way over to the inner gate, passing a guard who gives the group a curt nod and a watchful eye as they pass. The manor house looks fairly old but remains a a beautiful example of stone architecture in a village otherwise composed of thatch and wood. The group knocks on the door, a well dressed human male answers the door. In a haughty tone he asks, "Whom may I tell the Lord is calling? What business do you have with the Lord?"

[onlie2005]

Me and my friends here are here to talk about your kobold troubles with Lord Padraig. We believe we can help.



[roll0]

[Felhammer]

"Ah yes. The Lord does enjoy entertaining would-be adventurers. He is currently dining on a late breakfast. You will follow me..." He escorts the party through a wide hallway adorned with tapestries and paintings. Rather than going up the main fleight of stairs, he leads you up the much more narrow servants staircase. The party exists onto the second floor near the Lord's private chamber. The chamber itself is fairly large, say twety by twenty. It has a four post bed in the center, draped with red silk curtains. A desk to the left is covered in official looking papers. To the right is a circular table where a well dressed man sits eating a sausage. His hair is salt and pepper and has a regal looking trimmed beard. He looks up and hand waives the valet away.

"I am Lord Padraig, what can I do for you noble adventurers?"

[Gillric]

Thanos

Having poked around the market, Thanos makes his way to the temple to pay homage to Meilikki.

[Anubis Dread]

Vallias much preferred playing bad cop to good cop, but sometimes things called for a little subtly. "Greetings, my Lord," the drow greets, bowing deeply. She wasn't wearing a dress, she'd be damned if she'd make a fool of herself trying to courtesy in leather. "We are adventurers seeking to help in many of the matters of the town. We were told that it would be best to come to you for information to aid us on our quest. Most notably in regards to the keep and kobolds that seem to be a black stain on the otherwise bright beacon of light that is your town."

Ugh, she could feel bile in her throat.


Diplomacy: [roll0]

[Veloric]

In obvious awe at the lavishness of Lord Padraig's chambers, Tirel is a bit out of his element. Splendor was never quite what he pictured for himself. A bit slower than may be appropriate he manages to say, "We've been sent here at the urging of Sister Linora. There's been talk of some unsettling activity behind your walls. Are you not aware of Shar's undertakings in your own realm? And as Velias said, there's a startling amount of kobold activity just outside your walls. The only thing that keeps those creatures in check is their fear, and I assure you that even your walls would not holdout against an onslaught of those shifty beasts. Just a day from here we were beset upon by a raiding party of Dragonshields, and if they're foraying this close to your city they must have some lair or den nearby. What is being done about this?"


[roll0] to put Padraig on the back foot and somewhat shame him for his inactivity and lack of vigilance.

[onlie2005]

Maria lets the adults talk and listens in on the conversation. Although there were times when she felt that these friends of hers took to tact like a minotaur in a tea party with very fragile plates. She wondered if she should say something but waited till Lord Padraig answered.

[Felhammer]

The Lord bites off a hunk of sausage, "You’ve encountered the kobolds that have turned the East Way and our outlying farms into their personal hunting grounds? Those beasts vex me sorely. Yet the villagers refuse to recognize the seriousness of the problem. Attacks along the road have grown more frequent over the last few months. Something’s stirring the kobolds up. I don’t suppose you would be interested in taking a commission from me? I promise you, I can pay well for your services.”

"As for the Keep... It is long since abandoned. Bandits and monstrous humanoids over run the keep on occasion but we always have adventurers - like you - to flush them out. You should speak to Valthrun if you want to delve into its history."

Turning to Tirel, the Lord looks quite shocked when mention he mentions a cult, "Wha...?Do you know something that I don’t? Is it serious? Should I be concerned? No, of course not. A cult? Here? Preposterous, I say. Preposterous.”

[onlie2005]

Well Sister Linora sent Gevarn to search for adventurers like ourselves to help with this Cult of Shar. And he was beset upon by thugs and if we hadn't happen to be in the vicinity he would be dead. While they did not say they were specifically working for the Cult and we found no evidence to suggest it, they were certainly after Gevarn. I would think that is rather suspicious don't you think?, Maria says.


[roll0]

[Dr.Samurai]

The Lord bites off a hunk of sausage, "You’ve encountered the kobolds that have turned the East Way and our outlying farms into their personal hunting grounds? Those beasts vex me sorely. Yet the villagers refuse to recognize the seriousness of the problem. Attacks along the road have grown more frequent over the last few months. Something’s stirring the kobolds up. I don’t suppose you would be interested in taking a commission from me? I promise you, I can pay well for your services.”

Well, we have already given our word to help our friends here in Winterhaven, but if knocking a few kobold heads around won't interfere too much with that, I'd be interested to hear what you have in mind. But why do you say the villagers do not take the kobolds seriously? They gave a hell of a fight before we put them down.


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"As for the Keep... It is long since abandoned. Bandits and monstrous humanoids over run the keep on occasion but we always have adventurers - like you - to flush them out. You should speak to Valthrun if you want to delve into its history."


Is it usually known then, when rogues and monsters take up in the keep? Any reason to think it might be harboring anyone now?

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Turning to Tirel, the Lord looks quite shocked when mention he mentions a cult, "Wha...?Do you know something that I don’t? Is it serious? Should I be concerned? No, of course not. A cult? Here? Preposterous, I say. Preposterous.”

Brochdern taps into his divine stormeye, to see if it will reveal any falsehoods.

[roll0]

[Felhammer]

The Lord smiles at the Half-Orc, "A true adventurer I see! Here here, old boy." He unfurls a map of the local area, "Now let's see here. This is Winterhaven," He points to a town symbol in the center of the map. The East Way slithers its way east-to-west, while a second road meanders down from the north. Winterhaven is located at the point where these two roads intersect. "Now," he traces his finger north along the North Road then stops at the symbol of a ruined keep, "That is the old keep that I mentioned." His finger then wanders back down to Winterhaven, then goes directly south, "That is the old Dragon Burial site. I remember Eilian telling me that Douven Staul was headed down there to excavate the area..." He pauses for a moment then continues, "At any rate," his finger travels directly east and stops at a seemingly random spot on the map (far south of the East Way and far south-east of the town), "Here. This is where the kobold lair is." He looks up at the group and smiles even more brightly, "Now you are just the sort of people who could reasonably take these Kobolds out! You may keep anything you find in their lair, as well as one hundred gold coins. Does that seem fair?"

"As for why the villagers don't care, well, that is simple - they do not believe the Kobolds are a large enough threat. I command the Winterhaven Regulars but they only number ten (including their Captain, Rond Kelfem). The militia is much larger, well over fifty souls. The problem is that I can only order the militia to assemble when Winterhaven is directly threatened. They do not believe the Kobolds present a clear danger to the town and so refuse to muster. By tradion, I cannot compel them. So you see I am between a rock and a hard place - the Kobolds are attacking travelers on the road, which makes merchants less likely to come to Witnerhaven. The town will eventually die if we cannot make the roads safe. However, the Kobolds do not harass the outlying settlements enough to rouse the townsfolk into action. It is death by a thousand pinpricks."

He turns to Maria, "If Sister Linora believes there is a threat, then I am willing to hear more. What proof have you that a cult has infiltrated the town and/or has designs on Winterhaven? The thugs could have been after Gevarn for any number of reasons - gambling, offense, debts, etc. If there is no proof, then there is little I can do."

[Anubis Dread]

"I don't suppose 'divine vision' is enough proof for you to take the cult seriously?" Vallias asked dryly. Honestly she didn't buy it either. She had to assume the cult existed, as doing otherwise would be foolish when believing didn't cost her anything and it would mean she was on guard so she didn't get a knife in the back. But at the same time they had no proof. She could empathize with the lord's position.

[Felhammer]

The Lord responds in an equally dry manner, "Unless Chauntea gifts one of us with such a vision, I am afraid not."

[onlie2005]

Well like I said this is a very normal town. A Cult of Shar would stand out and be noticed easily. So I doubt that the Cult would be so easily open with their activities. Are there any particular townsfolk that have visited Winterhaven in the past month save for us and decided to settle here or stayed here longer than a short visit save us of course.

[Felhammer]

"We've had a few farmers move into the tenements recently but they seem fairly nondescript. Peaceful lot, really. Bairwin came to town several years ago. He would be the newest member of the upper-crust of the townsfolk. He's a good chap though, so I don't see him being involved in a cult either. Honestly, this town is cult free.

[Veloric]

"I met Bairwin when I went to get remedies for Brochdern. He have me more than a fair price. I wouldn't imagine he has anything to do with this."

Tirel reflected for a moment and then said, "If there truly is nothing suspicious to investigate within the walls then perhaps we may pass the time with this commission. Who knows, we may not even have to deal with the kobolds ourselves if we can rouse the militia into action. They should know their duty to their city far surpasses simply defending its walls."

His piece said and done, Tirel awaited the party's decision. The lavishness of Padraig's chamber had caught his eye and Tirel was lost in thought yet again.

[Anubis Dread]

"With how vocal we've been tracking them down and how little evidence we have of their existence, the fastest way to root out any cult members that may or may not exist to to wait for them to try and kill us," Vallias shrugs. "We might as well make some money and burn some time while we're waiting. Especially if we can do so just by telling some farm boys to pick up some sticks rather than risking our own necks."

[Dr.Samurai]

I trust your judgement Tirel, Brochdern says to the half-elf, For now, let's not bother with Bairwin. And I don't know what this Valthrun can tell us of the history of the keep that will be much help clearing it out now. Especially if critters and bandits are always wandering in and out.

We can busy ourselves with the kobolds, give the folk of Winterhaven a reason for us being here. Then we will see if there is any truth in Sister Linora's worries.

He looks back to Lord Padraig, Should we stop by that burial site on the way to the encampment? Is there reason to speak with Douven Staul?

[Felhammer]

"You can if you would like. He was a friend of Eilian's... At least I think. To be honest it is a long forgotten historical site. Mister Staul is probably enjoying himself out there. I worry about him, what with the Kobolds but... What reason would they have to going so far into the wilderness, especially when there are much easier targets in and around Winterhaven?"

[onlie2005]

We should visit the kobold lair first. From what I gather, the kobolds are the priority until we get more evidence regarding the Cult., Maria agrees.

[Dr.Samurai]

Easier targets than a bunch of scholars digging a hole far from town? Brochdern cups his chin with his hand and gives it some more thought, I doubt it. He frowns and sighs, But... we would reach the kobolds sooner if we went straight there, and that might save lives, whether at the burial site or elsewhere.


Resolved with a course of action, Brochdern looks to the others, It sounds like we have a plan then.

[Anubis Dread]

"Indeed. The more attention we bring to ourselves, the quicker someone will stab us in the back for doing so," Vellias agreed. "Let's make fools of ourselves dealing with minor irritants until the real threat tries to kill us."

[Felhammer]

The party leaves the company of the eating noble and heads out into the village proper, picks up their wayward friend, goes through the town's gate and blazes the trail of adventure. It is still morning in Faerun when the journey begins. The weather is calm and there is barely a cloud in the sky. The air is crisp but pleasant. After about twenty minutes of walking, war cries break from the underbrush as several small figures dart from hiding places. They are similar to the creatures you fought earlier, but three of them carry longswords and shields. The adventurers are caught completely unawares, save for Thanos and Velias who happened to hear the tell-tale chatter moments before the ambush was sprung!

The three long sword wielding Kobolds rush out and slam into the party, more specifically the Half-Orc and Vellias! A fourth Kobold skitters in the grass north of the road and dives into a thicket of trees!


Surprise Round! the Kobolds get to act, followed by Thanos and Tirel, then the Wyrmpriest!

They use Shifty to close the gap!

Dragonshield 1 attack on Broc's AC
a [roll0]
d [roll1]
Special: If hit you are marked.

Dragonshield 2 attack on Broc's AC
a [roll2]
d [roll3]
Special: If hit you are marked.

Dragonshield 3 attack on Broc Velias' AC
a [roll4]
d [roll5]
Special: If hit you are marked.

Oops, that last one should be on Velias (that way the bonus to hit makes sense).

[Anubis Dread]

An ambush?! Were the cult... oh, it was just kobolds. Lolth damn it.

Sighing in disappointment, Vellias raised her holy symbol and shot forth a pair of black bolts of energy at two of the dragon shields.


Echoing Dirge on D2 and D3.

Attack D2: [roll0] vs Will
Damage D2: [roll1]

Attack D3: [roll2] vs Will
Damage D3: [roll3]

Moving and then dropping Cloud of Darkness.

[Gillric]

Thanos

Seeing the kobolds rushing towards them, Thanos' bow appears in his hands almost as if by magic and he unleashes two arrows at the nearest target.

Standard: Two fanged strike on D3
free: draw weapon as part of attack action
1) [roll0] vs AC for [roll1]
2) [roll2] vs AC for [roll3]
if both hit: +3 damage

[Felhammer]

The Wyrmpriest scurried out from the bushes and onto the road.

The skirmisher dashes through the woods. His spear bursts through, skewering Velias in the side. The Dragonshields jostle around before stabbing the Paladin!


NOTE: The Skirmisher has light concealment from attacks due to the foilage. Any attacks on him suffer a -2 penalty to hit.


Skirmisher attack v Velias's AC
a [roll0]
d [roll1]

Dragonshield 1's attack on Broc's AC
a [roll2]
d [roll3]
hit: You are Marked


Dragonshield 2's attack on Broc's AC
a [roll4]
d [roll5]
hit: You are Marked


Dragonshield 3's attack on Broc's AC
a [roll6]
d [roll7]
hit: You are Marked

[onlie2005]

Maria is completely taken by surprise by the kobolds. And for a moment she is so startled that she could not move. But then seeing her friends set upon, she decided to act. Pointing her wand she unleashes two lightning bolts on the Skirmisher and one of the dragonshields attacking Broc beforing moving back to the safety of the bushes.


Arc Lightning on Skirmisher: [roll0] vs REF
Arc Lightning on Dragonshield 1: [roll1] vs REF
Damage if Hit: [roll2]
Reroll Natural 1 Damage Roll if necessary: [roll3]

If hit is a critical hit(natural 20 roll) total damage is 11.

[Anubis Dread]

...okay, forget this. She wanted to get at that priest, but she had these tin cans in the way. What's more she also had this annoying irritant poking her from behind. The others could pick up the slack later in the day, she was pulling out the big guns.

Bursting into a huge clouds of bats, the mammals tore at Vellias' enemies before disappearing. Under the guide of invisibility the drow leaped forward, advancing on the wyrmpriest before attacking their mind with her vampiric power.


Blowing a Daily! Swarm of Shadows hits everyone by the priest and teleports Vellias away. She's also invisible until the end of her next turn.

SA: [roll0] vs Fort
SD: [roll1] plus 5 ongoing damage (save ends), half on a miss.

D1A: [roll2] vs Fort
D1D: [roll3] plus 5 ongoing damage (save ends), half on a miss.

D2A: [roll4] vs Fort
D2D: [roll5] plus 5 ongoing damage (save ends), half on a miss.

D3A: [roll6] vs Fort
D3D: [roll7] plus 5 ongoing damage (save ends), half on a miss.

Attacking the Wyrmpriest with Dark Beckoning

WA: [roll8] vs Will
WD: [roll9] and they're pulled up to three. Also if it hits expending Blood Drinker to deal another [roll10] and gain a healing surge.

[Veloric]

To his left Brochdern was doing his best to defend against the Dragonshield's assault, but he was still taking some hits. He didn't know how long he would last like this. A silvery-white miasma manifests itself atop his shoulders as he plants his feet and slams himself into the Dragonshield nearest him. With the attempt to push him back he hoped to rally his friend and abate the attack if just for a moment.


Ardent Surge to heal Brochdern for a surge + [roll0]: grants +2 speed for a turn
Lingering Fury
[roll1] vs D3
[roll2] for Damage

[Dr.Samurai]

It was not long on their journey that the group was ambushed by more kobolds. The small lizardmen appeared from nowhere, closing the distance too quickly for Brochdern to react in time. Even as Thanos and Velias spring into action, the kobolds are upon them. Brochdern is immediately assaulted by the warriors, and he does his best to defend himself against their attacks. A couple wings find their mark, and Brochdern lets the battle fury wash over him. He can feel the power of Tirel's healing thoughts take away some of the pain, but his focus is on the enemies before him.


No Action - Half-Orc Resilience - Gain 5 Temporary Hit Points when first bloodied in an encounter.
Standard Action - Ardent Strike vs. Dragonshield 1
Attack - [roll0]
Damage - [roll1]
Hit Effect - Dragonshield 1 is affected by Divine Sanction.
Minor Action - Divine Challenge on Dragonshield 2.

[Veloric]

Action Point to reroll Lingering Fury
[roll0]

[Gillric]

Thanos

Thanos again fires at one of the Dragonshields

Minor: Quarry D3
Standard: Twin Strike D3
1) [roll0] vs AC for [roll1]
2) [roll2] vs AC for [roll3]
Quarry damage if either attack hits: [roll4]
Minor: Quarry D2

The first arrow flies wide but the second sinks deeply into the Dragonshield and drops the creature to the ground.

[Felhammer]

The small runty looking kobold in the far back shifts away from her assailant, then screeches loudly. The two remaining Dragonshields pound their chests, shift their positions and look quite pumped. The Wyrmpriest then conjures an orb of acid and flings it at the woman!

The Dragonshields, now in a much better position, lunge in at Broc from two different angles, both diving in for the back of his knees.



Wyrmpriest attack on Velias's Ref
a [roll0]
d [roll1] Acid


Dragonshield 1's attack on Broc's AC
a [roll2]
d [roll3]
hit: You are Marked


Dragonshield 2's attack on Broc's AC
a [roll4]
d [roll5]
hit: You are Marked

[Anubis Dread]

Okay that was extraordinarily painful. Velias winced as acid seared her skin and seeped into her bone. Nothing a quick feeding wouldn't fix, but she had to end this quickly if she wanted to get that chance.

Rushing forward, the drow dropped a sphere of darkness on herself and the enemy spell caster before attempting to plunge her teeth into their neck.


Dropping Cloud of Darkness as a minor, so the enemy is Blind for this attack.

Taste of Life: [roll0]
Damage: [roll1] necrotic and gain 6 temp hp

[onlie2005]

Maria continues to fry the kobold dragonshields with her lightning.



Arc Lightning on D1: [roll0]
Arc Lightning on D2: [roll1] Use Heroic Effort to add +4 to attack so total is 15.
Damage if Hit: [roll2]
Reroll natural 1 damage roll if necessary: [roll3]

[Dr.Samurai]

Brochdern can't get his spear to penetrate the trio of shields pressing in on him. He and Tirel try to land a strike but the dragonshields are earnest after their ambush. A couple of arrows whiz by and Thanos manages to drop the kobold before Tirel. Velias vanishes in a cloud of darkness, or was it bats, and engages the priest staying behind. Near as Brochdern can tell anyway, he can't take his eye away from the kobolds in front of him. Predictably, they maneuver to flank him and stab low. He raises a foot to dodge one strike, and parries the other with his spear. Lightning flashes in his eyes. He can't tell if it hurt the kobolds but it certainly distracts them. He makes his move. When the kobold in front of him regains his vision from the bright light, he meets the gaze of Brochdern's Eye of Fury, infecting him with the rage of Gruumsh. Brochdern then shoves off into a spin move away from the kobold behind him and thrusts his spear out to catch it by surprise.

Minor Action - Divine Challenge on D2.
Move Action - Shift to N-10.
Standard Action - Divine Pursuit vs. D1.
Attack vs. Fort - [roll0]
Damage - [roll1]
Hit Effect - Push D1 to J-7. Do not shift after him.

[Veloric]

Frustrated at how well the kobolds were blocking his attacks, Tirel sees an opportunity when Brochdern is able to disengage with one of the fiends. They had to close upon the isolated foes while they had the chance. Moving into a more advantageous position he strikes towards the back of the creature with as much might as he can muster. A swirling fog begins to coalesce and shoot forth from his sword, but the attack is batted away along with the grey mist. Exasperated by the resoluteness of the defense, Tirel plants his feet and readies another attack. Hopefully he can at least be a hindrance to the kobold's concentration.


Shift to N12
Part the Fog
[roll0] vs D2
[roll1] for Damage
Allies adjacent to myself or target gain +2 ATK against target

[Felhammer]

The Dragonsheild tha twas sent into the bush, claws his way out of the thicket, spots Thanos and charges, aiming for the Ranger's gut! The other Dragonshield deftly shifts around Broc like a crab then slams his weapon into the paladin's foot! The Wyrmpriest, meanwhile, continues to retreat away and once more casts an orb of acid, flinging it at Velias!


Wyrmpriest attack on Velias's Ref
a
d [roll1]Acid


Dragonshield 1's attack on Thanos's AC
a [roll[1d20+10
d
hit: You are Marked


Dragonshield 2's attack on Broc's AC
a [roll[1d20+10
d [roll3]
hit: You are Marked

[Veloric]

A flash of lightning flies past Tirel as he attempts to follow the kobold circling around Brochdern but he is unable to keep up. In a moment of respite he notices Velias facing off with the lightly armored caster, deftly maneuvering out of the way of an orb of acid while the caster retreats into the concealment of the forest. She seems to be handling her own - and Brochdern seems to be just fine going toe-to-toe with the Dragonshield - so he rushes instead to aid Thanos. He might not fare so well with a bow in the melee. Letting loose a bellowing roar he moves alongside Thanos and brings his sword up for an overhead strike against his opponent.

He manages to get there before the kobold is able to let loose another attack and cleaves through it's defenses. Before the creature even falls to the ground Tirel sets his sights back upon the half-orc's duel.


Move to L11
War Song Strike
[roll0] vs D1
[roll1] for Damage
Allies who hit the target gain my CON (3) temp HP.

[Dr.Samurai]

Though much smaller than him, the kobold warriors are quick with shield and blade, and Brochdern continues exchanging blows with his enemy. To his side, the other kobold emerges from the overgrowth and charges Thanos. Tirel meets it in battle and, with a fierce battle cry, fells it in one final blow. Brochdern lets out a triumphant laugh, A just fury is unstoppable Tirel! He throws a series of spear jabs at the kobold before finally batting the shield out of the way and impaling the warrior through its chest. The storm goes unabated! he cries as he sets his sights on the kobold priest and moves in to engage it.

Minor Action - Divine Challenge vs. D2.
Standard Action - Holy Strike vs. D2.
Attack - [roll0]
Damage - [roll1]
Free Action - Furious Assault vs D2 (rolled in OOC).
Move Action - Run to U-16.

[Gillric]

Thanos

Thanos moves around to get a clear shot at the priest and looses two more arrows.

Move: to S17
Minor: Quarry W
Standard: Twin Strike W
1) [roll0] vs AC for [roll1]
2) [roll2]21 rolled in OOC vs AC for [roll3]
Theme - Attacks ignore partial concealment
Quarry (if either attack hits) - [roll4]

[Anubis Dread]

This kobold had lived long enough. Rushing into the foliage, Velias attempted to kick the kobold away from its cover and end it once and for all.


Vampiric Slam: [roll0]
Damage: [roll1] and Push 1

[onlie2005]

Maria decides to end this fight once and for all. She moves forward as close as possible and unleashes a silvery bold of energy which hits the wyrmpriest directly in its face with such force that its head explodes, naturally killing it.


Move to R16. Cast Magic Missile on Wyrmpriest. Automatically hits for 7 damage.

[Gillric]

Thanos

With the last of the kobolds down, Thanos moves to recover a few of his arrows and to search the bodies of the fallen.

[Veloric]

After the party loots the fallen creatures, Tirel leans back against a boulder and begins cleaning his blade. If this is what lay ahead for them at the lair they might be in for a challenging evening. He calls out to his companions:

"They put up a lot better fight than what I was expecting. Is everybody alright?"

[Anubis Dread]

"All I need is a quick break. Being dead has its perks," Velias shrugged as she slumped in the shade of the bushes and let the others do the looting. She'd take her share, but none of this stuff looked all that appealing to her. Converting monster equipment into gold was always a hassle.

[onlie2005]

Maria is looking over the found necklace and furrows her eyebrows as she spots something on the figurine. Immediately says, Guys look! This figurine has a symbol of the God Shar! I definitely think we should investigate the kobolds. We might be on the right track!

[Dr.Samurai]

Brochdern howls victoriously when the priest falls to the ground. Well fought! he shouts.

They put up a lot better fight than what I was expecting. Is everybody alright? Tirel says.

Bah, they ambushed us. Once that advantage played out, they were finished. I am fine. Lizards do not worry me.

When Maria discovers the symbol of Shar, Brochdern's eyes go wide and he hurries over to confirm, Then Sister Linora's visions are true, the cultists of Shar are about around Winterhaven. And in uncovering them, we can fulfill our contract with Lord Padraig.

Feeling good about their progress so far, Brochdern mutters a quiet prayer of gratitude to Gruumsh for getting this far.

[Veloric]

Tirel began to wonder what exactly their plan of action was when they reached the lair. That the kobolds had memorabilia of Shar didn't make much sense to him. Perhap they had ambushed some of them as well? "Well we had better get a move on if we want to beat the sun's setting. Unless you all would prefer the dark?"

[Anubis Dread]

"...I'm a drow. And a vampire. So yes, yes I would," Velias notes wryly. "But I agree. With the exception of myself kobolds have as good or better night vision than any of us. Under the cover of light is more likely to take them by surprise than under the cover of darkness," she admits. "Let's press on."

[Felhammer]

After a few hours of walking and talking the group comes, roughly speaking, to the point indicated on the map by the Lord. Small glades of trees lead up to a cliffside waterfall, where a stream tumbles from the top of a rocky overhang. The water descends the side of the hill and flows away to the southwest. Several kobolds are visible through the trees...

[Gillric]

Thanos

Thanos begins trying to quietly approach the lone kobold on their side of the main group of trees without being detected.

Move to N3, 15 stealth (rolled in OOC)

[Anubis Dread]

So that was the plan then? Slowly take out the kobolds one by one? She liked it, but there were a few flaws... most notably the dragonshield. From their last fight Velias knew that it was going to be impossible to take that thing down in one strike. They could either split up and go around it to try and take out the ones on either side of the main enemy, or they could stick together to ensure whatever they tried to kill died.

Deciding staying together was the better option, Velias silently followed Thanos' lead.


Moving after Thanos, stealth 27

[Veloric]

There being quite a number of kobolds in the clearing, Tirel didn't think rushing headlong was exactly the best option. As Thanos and Velias begin to move silently into the nearby thicket, Tirel decides to follow. There was no reason to split up when they were outnumbered and risk getting cut off from each other. Sitting behind the two, he waits for an opportunity to present itself. Hopefully Thanos could get a good shot off.


Stealth from Cast Fortune Roll in OOC
(1d20+1)[17]

[onlie2005]

Maria was smart enough to know that charging in was not the most effective nor healthiest idea. No stealth and a careful plan of attack was the best choice of the two. But she had an idea.

I have an idea. How about we create some sort of distraction a few miles to say the south? Maybe build a bonfire or a campfire. Perhaps some of them might decide to investigate and then we attack those that are remaining?, Maria whispers.


[roll0]

[Felhammer]

Maria tries to whisper but her child-like voice carries on the wind. The Kobolds start talking with one another. The Dragonshield leaves his sacred ground and walks up into the forest. Almost immediately he spots Broc and Maria. The Dragonshield screams, putting everyone on alert!


Round 1 has begun!

PCs are now up!

[Anubis Dread]

This is what happened when people who had no business attempting to sneak did so anyway. It was her fault really though. She'd made no explanation that the others should remain behind, and had followed along on a stealth mission she likely should have left to Thanos alone. It was natural the others would get their signals crossed. She was too used to working alone.

Moving to a position that was still in cover but closer to the enemy, Velias attempted to charm the nearby kobold out of their protective position.


Dark Beckoning on the D at K10.

Attack: [roll0]
Damage: [roll1] and they're pulled three to L7

Forgot to factor in the penalty to hit due to cover, but thankfully it hits anyway.

[Veloric]

Honestly he hadn't expected that stealthy of an approach in the first place. They may manage just as well on full alert but they had to take out targets fast to avoid a prolonged fight. Moving towards the screeching kobold, Tirel hoped to take out the creature as fast as possible. He throws a low slash out and hopes it connects.


Move to L6
Demoralizing Strike on D
[roll0]
[roll1]
-2 to Defenses

[Gillric]

Thanos

Thanos stays under the cover of the trees but moves to get a clear shot at the closest kobold.

Move: to L5
Minor: Quarry D
Standard: Twin Strike on D
1) [roll0] vs AC for [roll1]
2) [roll2] vs AC for [roll3]
Quarry: If either attack hits, [roll4]

[onlie2005]

Maria unleashes her lightning on 2 of the kobolds downing one but missing the other. Realizing the direness of the situation she unleashes her lightning again and fries too more kobolds(see the other posts).


Arc Lightning on M3: [roll0]
Arc Lightning on M4: [roll1]
Damage if Hit: [roll2]
Reroll natural damage roll of 1: [roll3]

[onlie2005]

Arc Lightning on M4: 1d20+6
Arc Lightning on M2: 1d20+6

[onlie2005]

Arc Lightning on M4: [roll0]
Arc Lightning on M2: [roll1]
Damage if Hit:[roll2]
Reroll Natural Damage roll of 1: [roll3]

[Felhammer]

The Free Action Point goes to...


Maria
Thanos
Tirel
Velias


[roll0]

The Kobolds screech and howl, rushing forward to the edge of the tree line, setting themselves up in defensive positions. The Slinger lobs a glue-ball at Tirel!



First off, I forgot to mention the SLink's special ability: "Slink’s Boon: An enemy cannot target the kobold slink with a melee or ranged attack unless the kobold slink is the nearest enemy."

The Singer will now attack Tirel's AC with a glue shot!

a [roll1] (note cover has been accounted for)
d [roll2]
Hit: The target is immobilized (save ends).

[Gillric]

Thanos

Thanos moves back to get a clear shot at two of the creatures while staying behind cover from the rest.

Move: to K3
Standard: Twin Strike on M5 and M6
M5: [roll0] vs AC for [roll1]
M6: [roll2] vs AC for [roll3]

[Anubis Dread]

The biggest threat was down. At this stage it was mostly clean up and taking care of that annoying kobold who sounded the alarm. She could deal with this.

Moving between cover, Velias shot a pair of pitch black bolts at a pair of unsuspecting kobolds.


Echoing Dirge on M8 and M3

Attack M8: [roll0] vs Will
Attack M3: [roll1] vs Will
Damage: [roll2]

[Veloric]

A glueshot shatters at Tirel's feet as he moves foward to meet the first enemy. He didn't want to be outflanked, but they had to commit to the fight or else the slingers would have free reign. Tirel attempts a wide slice at the kobold nearest him on the way to engaging the slinger.


Move to P10
Demoralizing Strike
EDIT: It's 9 from Cast Fortune
[roll1]
-2 to Defenses