4E H1: Keep on the Shadowfell

[PallentisLunam]

Eight adventurers from different walks of life, all possessing unique skills and abilities, travel west along the King's Road (https://docs.google.com/drawings/d/1wyIW6AzUZS6BuNSlTx8ruuVGaraY1nJOtui0gdLTBb0/edit?usp=sharing) towards the town of Winterhaven. Each has their own reasons to be making their way to the small walled town. The path winds through the hills and dales of what was, long ago, the heartlands of the empire of Nerath. It is late fall and the earth is beginning to grow hard as the leaves change from green to brilliant yellows, reds, and oranges. Rocks and boulders dot the sides of the ancient highway.

The wind blows gently over the land beneath the pale autumn sun. The king's way is smooth and level, featuring the occasional cobblestone, remnants of a time long past and indicators of decades of neglect.

[ArcturusV]

Jorgen knelt down, as his foot came across one of the few remaining cobblestones. His staff planted on the ground, leaning against his shoulder, he brushed aside some of the dirt around the stone. It may not have meant much to everyone else, but it was just a reminder to him of how far everyone had fallen from the Goddess's path. That they were once civilized, masters of the world, and a road like this would be a gleaming river of such stones, polished to a shine. At least it was according to his own mental images and ancient tomes.

His eyes glanced ahead towards the stones near the road, and all the blind spots they provided. His parents would love a place like that. Cutting apart travelers like them to loot their corpses. It put a scowl on his face as he stood back up, his eyes glancing over towards Eylon. He could almost see his mother in her, readying her blade for the massacre. "Bandit territory," he told her quietly, taking up his staff in a martial grip, ready to defend himself. If there wasn't bandits around here, it was because they already massacred someone else. Or they were busy fighting over such a prime location between two or more bands.

[Macros]

If the young barbarian heard her travelling companion, she gave no sign, not even slowing down as she passed him down.

Usually, Elyon was of the opinion that a walk was meant to be enjoyed. Taking your time in life was never a waste, fights would manage to find you sooner or later anyway, so there was no reason to rush. Enjoy life as it came, and leave the worrying to others, she always said. Today, however, was a special case. She certainly had picked up her usual pace, feeling that any delay before Winterhaven could prove to be fatal. What a strange feeling. She was used to never be concerned about anyone, herself included. Yet the news of Douven's disappearance caused a new sensation to appear in her chest.

She didn't like this sensation.

"Hey, Jurgen, you keeping up?"

Inwardly, she knew the half orc would need a lot more to begin to slow down. Her tribe often talked of wizards as wimps, falling on their arses each time the wind blowed a bit strong. Clearly, they had never met Jurgen Windrunner. He was a little - okay, a lot - weird, but Elyon counted herself lucky to have someone like that to watch her back, despite their frequent bickerings. But right now, she was in no mood for gentle teasing, and as a result, had been unusually snappy. No, it was definitely not a good day.

At this point, I think the first thing I'll do when I find Douven is punch him in the face. Serves this bastard right.

This, perhaps, was the only comfort she could find.

[ArcturusV]

Jorgen took a quick three step to catch up to Elyon, sticking to her right side and two steps behind her, better to keep his eyes out and make sure that they had different angles covered. He hated the haste that Elyon was taking himself, he would have rather had time to study things that struck his fancy, even if it was just as simple as a cobblestone. But he knew well enough that there was safety in numbers, and the bonds of duty that kept him with the tribal woman.

"The town isn't going anywhere... I hope," Jorgen added, trying to see if Elyon would consider a more sedate pace. He wasn't breathing hard, he was pretty fit, and carrying a relatively light load. His staff wasn't being used to hold himself up, and while his legs were easily capable of the pace, he saw little value in scuttling along at full speed. Haste just asked for trouble easily avoided by taking your time after all.

[PallentisLunam]

Small creatures hiding behind the rocks spring into view and being to move down the path toward Jurgen and Elyon. Scaled and rust colored, they have reptilian heads and tails. With a shriek, they attack.

Roll initiative please.

[Estralita]

Korinn kept silent, and kept her eyes on the road. She was here to do her duty as a paladin and a member of the Bloodbane clan. She was not here to talk frivolously. Besides, dangerous things could come by any minute, and she needed to be ready.

[Macros]

Lost in dark thoughts, Elyon almost missed the kobolds apparition. It was almost with relief she readied her sword. as far as impressive ennemies went, she saw better, but she suspected a fight was exactly what she needed right now.

Initiative : [roll0] 17 (roll in OoC thread)

[ArcturusV]

Bandits. He felt his heart starting to beat faster and his jaws clenched, eager to rip into the reptilians. He slammed the butt of his staff on the road loudly and let out a wordless battlecry.

Throwin' my Initiative:

[roll0] 1 Dex Mod, 3 Feat Bonus.

[PallentisLunam]

The kobolds howl and yip as they spring their ambush. Three move to surround Korinn and a forth launches a javelin at Elyon.

Melee Attack Rolls:[roll0]VS AC
[roll1]VS AC
[roll2]VS AC
Ranged Attack Roll:[roll3] VS AC
All hits deal 4 damage

[ArcturusV]

First blood, first blood, first blood... was probably from the Kobolds, but all Jorgen could realize is that none of his traveling companions had drawn it yet, and stepping forward with several large strides he held out his left hand, screaming words of power as he unleashed his spell on two of the Kobolds.

Using my At-Will Thunderwave power, catching the two right most Kobolds.

Attack 1: [roll0] vs Fortitude
Attack 2: [roll1] vs Fortitude

Damage: [roll2] and targets are pushed 2 squares.

[Necroticplague]

A rather large, shaggy canine walked along the road on the way in. A simple job done, it then naturally congregates to a larger city. Since it's mostly just walking, it sticks to her animal shape for now, all the better to travel in.

[PallentisLunam]

The kobold closest to Jorgen digs his clawed toes into the road and weathers the arcane blast but his ally is not so lucky. His broken body is slammed against the rocks behind him and crumples into a bloody pile.

[Macros]

Elyon was a bit surprised by the Dragonborn who jumped to their rescue, and was vaguely aware of other fighters coming for a piece of the action behind her.

Well, too bad. Get your own things to kill.

Taking a step to better position herself, her sword crashed against the back of one of the kobold. Without stopping, the barbarian side-steped toward the next opponent, trying to catch him in one fell swoop.

Move action : shift to flank kobold.
Standard action : Vault the Fallen (encounter power)

Damage : [roll]1d12+1d6+5
Shift one square toward the next kobold

Damage : [roll]1d12+1d6+5

EDIT : ah right, separate dices. Oh well, that looks like hits anyway, and against minions, good enough

[PallentisLunam]

The kobolds fall like chaff and their blood mixes with the dirt of the ancient road. The remaining one's eyes widen as it realizes that it faces no mere peasants and that its ambush has quickly turned into a suicide attack

[EnglishKitsune]

Tyrell was enjoying the sun, pale as it was, for in the Bronzehall he could often go days without seeing it. His companions, as he had started to think of them, were quiet. He enjoyed their company though.

Coming over the crest of the road he would first hear a thundering boom, rippling across the land, it was then that he saw the skirmish happening in front of him, he would approach, spear at the ready, but remain back, not sure what was happening just yet.


Initiative: [roll0]

[Honor Guard]

Qotho, the Howling Jackal (http://www.giantitp.com/forums/showsinglepost.php?p=20114071&postcount=13)
Hit Points: 37 of 37, 7 Surges Remaining.
Conditions & Effects: None.
Action Points: One.

"... and Drugall confronts Rothgar over the right of conquest, and while the two are fighting the woman drops Rothgar's dagger hilt deep into his thigh and flees for her life. The two of them stop their battle and chase her down, beating her senseless and dragging her back to the huts, when her father," he nodded towards the young girl who walked behind him and turned back towards Tyrell continuing his story, "sees the situation, he declares that the woman has drawn the blood of his khalisar, or guardsmen, and perhaps SHE should be protecting his life rather than these two curs. His exact words!"

The tall bronzed steppes warrior slapped his meaty thigh and a guttural laugh echoed down the road. He looked quizzically at Tyrell, concerned whether the more cultured man would find his story as amusing. He still remembered the time he spoke of the bear trap and the hunter that caused Harahhi to pout for two days. The small child tugged at the warriors sword belt, "But Qotho, what did they MEAN that they could claim the woman by right of conquest? Tell me!" Qotho's laughter stopped, and he grimaced, he turned and knelt beside the young girl, his calloused hands stroking her hair, "Wars, battles, raids are dangerous and bloody affairs. Men pay for their conquests in blood, and some men will sate those same desires in a manner that even your father, Khal Lajat, could not prevent them from doing. They are no place for young ladies ...," his voice trailed off, an embarassing look of shame washing over his face under her disapproving gaze.

She looked up at their companion, "I want to hear about the Dwarves again, and Master Mor-A-Din," she very carefully enunciated the name of the Dwarven god, out of respect for Tyrell and his belief. As she looked up to him, Qotho heard the yips bandits, and the sound of a foray against a group of travellers ahead. "Perhaps another time, stay close at my side Harahhi, and keep me between yourself and the bandits. Be brave, you are the daughter of Khal'Jhaego Lajat, and you laugh at death. HA!"

He fluffed her hair again, stood and drew his wickedly curved sabers and strode towards the fray.

Initiative time, this is going to suck! [roll0], declared actions, as a Minor Action I will use Hunter's Quarry on the nearest Kobold, move action to move adjacent, speed 5, and a standard action to use Careful Attack. [roll1] to hit vs AC, and [roll2] damage. plus an additional [roll3] from my Quarry. A total of 16 damage!

[Estralita]

Korinn, to her embarrassment, was a bit overwhelmed by the sudden battle, and several of her opponents were dead before she could react. Still, she had a duty to do, and so she pulled her greataxe and swung at the kobold in front of her.

Using Ardent Strike:
[roll0]
[roll1]

[Necroticplague]

Seeing the battle that seems to have ended before it starts, the canine takes a glance around while it wonders if that was the extent, or if there would be more. Seemed pretty minor for an ambush.

1d20+5

[PallentisLunam]

Having used their brethren as fodder to size up their opponents, six more kobolds emerge from hiding. These are not the spear toting chattel that lead the charge. Four of them carry wicked looking blades about the length of their forearms and shields that seem to be made from a single dragon scale. The other two whirl slings over their heads and wear a set of ceramic urns on bandoliers.

The kobolds with slings both launch urns, one at Qotho and one at Korinn before shifting back behind their boulders.

[roll0]Vs AC Korrin
[roll1]Vs AC Qotho
Damage: [roll2] Korrin
[roll3] Qotho
Both Kobolds fired gluepots. If you were hit you are immobilized (save ends).

Two of the kobolds armed with swords team up to attack Jorgen recognizing his power as a wizard.

[roll4]Vs AC
[roll5]Vs AC
Damage: [roll6] 9
[roll7]
Jorgen is marked on a hit.

A third kobold breaks off and circles around to strike at the beast. Kobolds are often compared to dogs and as such this one has a particular hatred of all canines.

[roll8]Vs AC
Damage: [roll9]
Kanska is marked on a hit.

The fourth fighter takes up a defensive position between the slingers and the melee. It yips and barks in a manner that make it clear to all, even those who don't speak draconic, that it just said something very offensive.

[ArcturusV]

Jorgen was rocked hard by one of the strikes, and felt his blood roaring in his mind, his orcish nature screaming to the fore now that he was injured, demanding blood in turn, wanting to rip off the skulls of those Kobolds and punt them into the sun. It was only with a struggle and mentally recalling the scriptures of Erathis that he kept his cool... relatively.

He took a cautious step backwards, leveling his arm again at the two kobolds, screaming "DIE!" at them.

Half Orc Resilience triggers since I'm blooded, I'm at 6/23 HP with 5 Temp HP.

Use my Move Action to slide 1 towards the west. Leveling another Thunderwave to cover the two Kobolds who hit me.

Attack 1: [roll0] vs Fortitude
Attack 2: [roll1] vs Fortitude

Damage: [roll2] and push those hit 2 spaces.

[Macros]

For a moment, Elyon had been worried. Was that it? The first wave of kobolds had fallen in the blink of an eye, not giving enough time for even a good workout. To her satisfaction, the second wave quickly made its presence known. Between them and the random warriors that kept showing up, this was turning into a rather chaotic affair. A proper battle, then.

Perfect.

A savage grin on her face, Elyon launched herself in a running charge, passing down one of the newcomers, a black haired warrior with a tanned skin and - wait, was that a kid with him? Huh.

She did not take time to ponder the fact. Right now, something else demanded her attention. Her battlecry echoed on the battlefield, as she brought down a crushing strike on her chosen target. Unfortunately, her haste made the swing go wide.


Standard action : charge using Howling Strike
[roll0] vs AC
If hit, triggers Iron Wolf Charge, for 1d6 more damage, and a secondary attack
[roll1] and [roll2]
(if critical, [roll3] on top of that)
Secondary Attack, (targets the same kobold, and the one in a 2-square radius
[roll4] & [roll5] vs will
No damage, but if hit, targets pushed 2 squares (will only use it against the one not engaged already) and -2 to attack rolls for the both of them
Well that's unfortunate.

[Honor Guard]

Qotho, the Howling Jackal (http://www.giantitp.com/forums/showsinglepost.php?p=20114071&postcount=13)
Hit Points: 33 of 37, 7 Surges Remaining.
Conditions & Effects: Immobilized, still!
Action Points: One.

Qotho roared a challenge at the slinger hurled the ceramic urn through the air. The kobolds aim was true, and the pot shattered, the jagged shards cutting bright lines of pain along the steppes warrior's muscular thighs. The vile concoction contained therein covered the warrior in a sticky resin almost unbalancing. As he began to lift a leg to advance on the raider, he found he was unable to move from the spot!

Frustrated, he dropped both of his heavy blades point first into the Kings Road, bent down and took the small javelin from the kobold his initial assault had slain. Taking careful aim he hurled the kobolds own weapon at the nearest slinger.

"Die beast! If you wish to meet your makers form a line, and I will be pleased to send you to your cur of a god!"

Minor action to drop my weapons, move action to Ready a javelin, within reach on the body of the dead Kobold, Standard action to use Careful Strike. No time to Quarry this round! Attacking the Kobold directly beneath my marker, luckily Javelins are thrown weapons and so I still use my strength, [roll0], and if it hits, [roll1]. And finally a save vs Immobilization, come on, be good to me! [roll2]! Glad to see my luck with saves continues from my tabletop days, shoulda made a bow ranger lol!

[EnglishKitsune]

Tyrell would grip his spear tightly and after a deep breath would charge the Kobold in front of him, recognizing that the person in front of him was struggling badly, he also offered a prayer of healing to ease his wounds. As his Symbol glowed he would strike at the creature.

"By Moradin's Hammer! Find Peace in the death Foul Creature!"


Minor: Healing word for Jorgen (Surge Value included.) - [roll0]
Standard: Charging MBA at the Kobold South-West of Jorgen - [roll1]
Damage if it hits: 8 (See OOC)

[trysted]

Havelock, travelling up the road, spies the activities going on and sees that it is kobolds attacking and immediately puts herself in position to cast.

Initiative [roll0]

[sakuuya]

Talis Flamespeaker

Talis walks down the old road, her eyes fixed resolutely upward on the gentle dance of occasional wispy cloud. Despite the loveliness of the day, she feels uneasy, and it was more than just the way the landscape folds up on itself around the edges, the trees and mountains that make her feel hemmed-in. The wind is trying to warn her of something, but its whispering voice is just past the edge of her hearing.

She probably should have been paying more attention to her feet, because she stumbles over a protruding cobblestone and nearly falls. She catches herself and becomes suddenly aware that, not only was a battle raging on the path in front of her, but she'd nearly walked into it. Breathing deeply to center herself and clear her thoughts, she surveys the scene.

[Estralita]

Narrowly dodging the gluepot, Korinn realized she needed to get out of range of the slingers, and in range of actually hitting them with her axe. So she targeted the closest one, and swung away. It was just too bad they were so spread out, or else she could hit them with her dragonbreath.

Moving towards the Kobold attacking Jorgen.
Using Virtuous Strike, which boosts Korinn's saves by 2 on a hit. Also using Power of the Sun to inflict Radiant Vulnerability on the Kobold (again, if it hits).
Finally, using Divine Challenge on it, giving a -2 penalty to attacks that don't include Korinn, and takes 7 radiant damage if it tries. This one doesn't require a hit, at least :smallsmile:.

Attack:[roll0]
Damage:[roll1]

[PallentisLunam]

The kobold who was charged by Elyon hisses through pointed teeth and flicks a forked tongue at her. He springs backward and snaps one of the remaining two urns off of his bandoleer. With a wicked grin he slips it into his sling and fires it at Elyon's face before scurrying off behind another rock.

Kobold minor at will to shift out of range. [roll0] Vs AC (standard 6+2 from Combat Advantage granted by Elyon's charge) Damage: [roll1] 9 and on hit Elyon is set on fire for ongoing 2 damage (save ends). Move action to run away.

The other slinger dashes forward and fires a stone at Tyrell hoping to take out the healer.

Move action to advance. [roll2] Vs AC Damage: [roll3]

[sakuuya]

Talis takes one more deep breath and holds her arms out, muttering an incantation in her native tongue. A sudden gust of wind, festooned with leaves, blows past her and briefly settles into a little whirlwind between two of the people fighting the kobolds. From there, the whirlwind--very improbably--seems to split in two, simultaneously lifting one of the fighters into prime position for an extra blow and wafting healing magic over the flaming woman a little distance from the other combatants. Finally, it settles back into whirlwind form in the spot where it was originally created.

Okay, this got a little complicated.

Free Action: Call Spirit Companion in the square between Korinn and Qotho.
Standard Action: Spirit Infusion on Korinn. Korinn, make an MBA against that adjacent kobold with a +2 bonus to attack and +3 to damage. Talis' SC disappears.
Minor Action: Call Spirit Companion again in the same square. Everyone adjacent (Korrin, Qotho, and Jorgen?) get +2 to saving throws.
Move Action Second Minor Action: Spirit Healing with Elyon as the primary target. She can spend a healing surge. Qotho is the secondary target; he regains [roll0] HP.

[Estralita]

Seeing her first successful attack, Korinn continued to slice.

Since Virtuous Strike counts for an MBA, using it once more.

[roll0]
[roll1]

[PallentisLunam]

The kobold glances down at its entrails lying on the grass between its feet before falling over backwards and hitting the ground with a crunch.

[Necroticplague]

With a blur of motion, the canine rears up, taking the form of a petite weapon with a long spiked chain, Who dives off to side and strikes low at her attacker, attempting to bring it down.

Minor: Form of the Wolf to shift to human form and shift 2 (to end up to right of kobold that hit me).
Move: Unbalancing Trick To shift one to the right.
Standard: MBA with Spiked Chain.
Attack:
Damage:[roll]24d+5
If it hits, the kobold is knocked prone.

[Honor Guard]

Qotho, the Howling Jackal (http://www.giantitp.com/forums/showsinglepost.php?p=20114071&postcount=13)
Hit Points: 36 of 37, 7 Surges Remaining.
Conditions & Effects: Call Spirit Companion (+2 on next Save); Immobilized, still!
Action Points: One.

Qotho knelt and grabbed his two dropped blades, picking them up and scanning the battlefield, he roared his rage at the Kobolds parentage as he struggled mightily against the concoction that held him fast. To no avail, he scowled at the nearest Kobold armed with shield and spear, "Come my way you misbegotten worm, and I will run a yard of steel through your cowardly guts!"

Minor Action to designate closest Kobold as my Quarry (Draonshield at Qotho's 5 o'clock appears to be 2 squares away), Move Action to retrieve my dropped weapons, Standard Action Ready a Careful Strike for the first Kobold to move adjacent to Qotho. [roll0] vs AC, for [roll1] damage, and an additional [roll2] if it happens to be my Quarry. At the end of my turn my save vs Immobilization [roll3]. Hopefully Immobilization is over! Also remember if I take a swing at a Kobold who triggers my Readied action, my Initiative drops to that phase. Are you kidding me! Ugggh! AND I just remembered Heroic Effort which I could have activated on my first failed save to make the 10! But not with a 5! So angry! LOL!

[PallentisLunam]

Kanska's chain whips around her target's leg and pulls hard tearing flesh and jerking his feet from under him. He then kicks back up and dashes quickly around the main cluster of enemies, ducking Qotho's swing as he scurries by. The dragonshield who was blasted by Jorgen steps up beside his wounded comrade and wags his sword at his assembled foes.

The third and final dragonshield, the one closest to Elyon, darts forward and slashes at the flaming berzerker.

Kobold uses a move action to stand, moves his speed and then uses a minor at will power to shift into position.
[roll0]
Damage: [roll1] Elyon is marked on a hit.

[ArcturusV]

Jorgen Wildrunner - 23/23 HP, 5 Temp HP. Surges: 1/8 Used.

Invigorated by the presence of the spirits, and the comaraderie of the people all working in concert to smite the Kobolds, he rushes past the spirit, passing through it like it was all the aetheric smoke and mental image that he thought it to be. Left hand leveled towards the Kobolds again, he continued to play "Punt the Lizard!" with them, screaming out his savage fury, matching the roar of thunder coming from his hand.

Move Action to move Northeast 2. Standard Action to Thunderwave again, catching all three Kobold Fighters in the blast.

Attack1: [roll0] vs Fort
Attack2: [roll1] vs Fort
Attack3: [roll2] vs Fort

Damage: [roll3]
Hit targets are pushed two squares.

[trysted]

Havelock joins in by singling out the nearest kobold as a recipient of her wrath. Casting feverishly and with a glare that could freeze lava, she sends a blue bolt that smacks into the kobold.

"You think a little bullying with muscle is a good idea? Think again, swine!

Magic Missile (5 force damage, auto hits)

[PallentisLunam]

At Jorgen's approach his opponent lunges with its short sword swinging for the back of the half-orc's knee. Its wounded ally reals from the blast of arcane energy but still manages to aid it by harrying the wizard.

The northern of the two kobolds readied an action on its turn to strike anyone who came within reach. [roll0] (the kobolds do better when they have allies adjacent to their targets) Damage: [roll1]
The southern kobold is bloodied.

[Macros]

Elyon, northern barbarian

Character Sheet (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=629693)



HP: 18/27


AC: 16 FORT: 18 REF: 14 WILL: 11

INIT: 17



Surges: 8/9


Ongoing Effects: 2 fire damage (save end)

AP: 0



PS : HP are calculated at the end of my turn.

Elyon couldn't help but notice that she was on fire. Litterally. It was a curious sensation, not quite as painful as she imagined, but still, it rather stinged. Perhaps the adrenaline was keeping her from the worst effects. Still, this fight was actually becoming fun. Explosions everywhere, ennemies and allies showing up at every corner... That certainly took her mind out of less pleasant business. Parrying the kobold assault, she allowed herself to give ground, before launching herself in a running charge once more, this time toward one of the monsterss who was attacking Jurgen, her sword catching him unaware.

Move action : shift one square back.
Standard action : charge attack using Howling Strike
[roll0] vs AC
If hit successfull, triggers Iron Wolf Charge
Damage : [roll1], plus [roll2] (1d6 from Howling Strike, 1d6 from Iron Wolf Charge)
If Critical Hit : add [roll3]
Secondary attack on the three kobolds in a 2 square radius :
[roll4], [roll5], [roll6] vs Will
Push kobolds 2 squares back and -2 to their attack rolls for a turn on a hit.

Save against fire damage : [roll7]

[Macros]

Heartened by her initial success despite her injuries, Elyon swung her sword once again, her laugh echoing above the battlefield.

Action Point! We're doing Howling Strike once again!
[roll0]
[roll1], plus [roll2]
Critical : [roll3]

[PallentisLunam]

The slight reptilian humanoid crumples under the furious assault of the flaming madwoman.

[EnglishKitsune]

Tyrell Bronzehall, Cleric of Moradin

Character Sheet (https://drive.google.com/file/d/0B2ISJpSitZSoX1FRRUFHSElEQWs/view)



HP: 22


AC: 16 FORT: 12 REF: 11 WILL: 17

INIT: 17 (Dex:-1)



Surges: 7


Ongoing Effects: None

AP: 1



Tyrell would pale slightly as the Kobold in front of him fell, it's guts and the hot wash of blood making his stomach turn, he didn't imagine this was how combat felt. He felt dirty, rather than elated. Turning to check on how his travelling companion was doing, he saw Qotho stuck, his legs caught in some web like substance. For his part, Qotho was swearing at the Kobolds who remained stubbornly out of his reach. Moving behind the group, Tyrell would skid to his knees and try and rip the offending glue tangle off of his friend.

"Come Qotho! I did not join you to see you perish in some lowly robbery! Think of Harrahhi!"


Move Action: Moving North, to behind Qotho
Standard Action: [roll0] (DC 15 Heal Check to grant Qotho another saving throw.)

[Macros]

Elyon, northern barbarian

Character Sheet (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=629693)



HP: 18/27


AC: 16 FORT: 18 REF: 14 WILL: 11

INIT: 17



Surges: 8/9


Ongoing Effects: 2 fire damage (save end)

AP: 0



PS : not an actual new turn

Almost slicing her first opponent in two, the barbarian felt a rush of energy coursing through her muscles. The corpse had not hit the ground that she was already on the run once again, this time coming back for the slingers, feeling unstoppable.

Maybe I should light myself on fire more often.

Free action : Swift Charge triggers, allowing Elyon to charge once again (Howling Strike, you know the drill)
Attack roll : [roll0]
Damage roll : [roll1] plus [roll2]

[Estralita]

Korinn of Clan Bloodbane

Character Sheet (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=293518)



HP: 23/27


AC: 18 FORT: 15 REF: 11 WILL: 15

INIT: 16 (Dex:0)



Surges: 7


Ongoing Effects: None

AP: 1



Sensing the Kobold in front of her was weakening, Korrin swung her axe once more. "Pelor's light overwhelm you!" she cried as she struck.

Going to be boring again, and go for Valiant strike. +2 to Saves never hurt anyone. Same thing goes for activating Power of the Sun.:smallcool:
Also, I'm thinking this isn't the same Kobold she attacked earlier. If I'm right, using my minor action to place Divine Challenge
[roll0]
[roll1]

[PallentisLunam]

No that is not the kobold you marked earlier, he got smoked. You missed with your attack but assuming the mark doesn't need a hit I will record it.

The kobold closest to Elyon scurries backward and then the slingers chatter at each other rapidly, they appear to be arguing about something but the dragonshield snaps at them and they shut up. Each fits an urn from their bandoliers into their sling and fires it. One streaks toward Jorgen and one toward Korinn. Then drawing a small knife one scurries around a rock to flank Elyon.

Kobold shifts away as a minor. Both launch flame pots as standards [roll0] Vs Jorgen's AC; [roll1] Vs Korinn's AC. Damage: Jorgen [roll2] plus ongoing 2 fire (save ends); Korinn [roll3] plus ongoing 2 fire (save ends). Kobolds then both take move actions to flank, the one on the left takes a minor action to draw its dagger.

[ArcturusV]

Jorgen Wildrunner - Fluff Post Related to above attack

Jorgen saw the pot coming in at him, and taking up his staff in a two handed swing, knocked it clear out of the air, showering sparks through the air harmlessly, and dragging the end of his staff through the dirt to smother the flames on the end of it. "No." He said flatly, looking at the kobold who dared to even try.

[sakuuya]

Talis Flamespeaker, Elemental Priest

Character Sheet (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=171115)



HP: 30/30


AC: 15 FORT: 12 REF: 13 WILL: 15

INIT: 10



Surges: 7/7


Ongoing Effects: None

AP: 1



Talis closes her eyes and makes a small motion with her fingers. Her conjured whirlwind blows over to the red-haired woman who's surrounded by kobolds. Some of the dry leaves caught up in the wind start on fire when they come into contact with the flaming barbarian, which distracts a kobold for an instant, enough to leave it open for an attack. The whirlwind dies down, leaving a few smoldering leaves on the road, but quickly reappears back where it started.

Move Action: Spirit Companion moves adjacent to Elyon. It's not a creature, so it does not provoke opportunity actions from the kobolds it passes.
Standard Action: Spirit Infusion on Elyon. She can take a melee basic attack with +2 to attack and +3 to damage. Spirit Companion disappears.
Minor Action: Call Spirit Companion back in the square where it started, between Qotho and Korinn.

[Macros]

Elyon, northern barbarian

Character Sheet (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=629693)



HP: 18/27


AC: 16 FORT: 18 REF: 14 WILL: 11

INIT: 17



Surges: 8/9


Ongoing Effects: 2 fire damage (save end)

AP: 1




Elyon was still in the middle of trying to hack one of the slingers in two when she heard a whisper. The voice was old, evoking images of days long forgotten, before civilization started to spread on this earth. It spoke of Life. And it spoke of War. The northern girl wasn't sure of what she was experiencing, but there was one lesson the elders of her tribe managed to teach : one does not ignore a primal spirit without consequences.

Trusting in this new presence, Elyon let her arm be guided, her sword slashing the air faster than she had thought possible.


Not sure if the kobold I hurt with my charge before is the northern one or the southern one. Anyway, I attack whichever is already wounded.
Free action : basic attack
Attack roll : [roll0]
Damage roll : [roll1]

[Necroticplague]

Kanska Eglonde, Werewolf Thief

Character Sheet (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=630721)



HP: 17/26


AC: 17 FORT: 13 REF: 18 WILL: 11

INIT: 8



Surges: 8


Ongoing Effects:

AP: 1




Kanska takes a sprint past her allies to take advantage of the distraction from the one currently on fire hitting them, slinging the chain they hold towards the poor thing's neck before ripping it out to leave quite a gash as she springs off to side and reverts to her canine form to prepare herself for the next attack.
: Standard: Charge at the Slinger, ending up between the Dragonshield and the Slinger.
Free action: use Backstab to augment the charge attack.
attack:[roll0] vs AC. (5 DEX+1charge+2combat advantage+3 backstab)
Damage: [roll1]+[roll2] (2d4 spiked chain, +5 DEX, +2 Weapon Finesse, +2d6 Sneak Attack, +1d6 Backstab)
Move action: Use Escape Artist's Trick to shift 3 away.
Minor: Body of the Wolf to take up wolf form.

[Honor Guard]

Qotho, the Howling Jackal (http://www.giantitp.com/forums/showsinglepost.php?p=20114071&postcount=13)
Hit Points: 36 of 37, 7 Surges Remaining.
Conditions & Effects: Call Spirit Companion (+2 on next Save)
Action Points: One.

Inspired by Tyrell's words, Qotho's face contorted into a mask of anger and frustration as he pulled his legs from the alchemical concoction. Once free, he stumbled forward, and drew his blade to the eye level of the last standing Dragonshield. He swore an exclamation in his native tongue which caused Harahhi to recoil in shock, as he prepared to advance on the Kobold warrior.

An out of order save for Qotho as a result of Tyrell's Heal Check on his Initiative this round. Including the +2 from the Spirit Companion again, [roll0]. C'mon forum dice roller, be nice! Finally! Qotho will be able to attack on his Initiative in the next Round. Also, buying like six Javelins with any coin we get from these annoying little $4!7's!

[PallentisLunam]

The kobolds are clearly fighting a loosing battle and they know it, but for some reason they stand their ground. The dragonshield springs towards Elyon chattering madly and slashing widly with its sword. Then seeing the barbarian still on her feet he tumbles backward toward the rock behind him, leaving the slinger completely unprotected.

Move action to get into flanking position. Standard to Attack: [roll0](7+1 for adjacent kobold+2 for flanking-2 for Elyon's Howling Strike. Damage: [roll1]. And finally a minor action to shift back and away.

[ArcturusV]

Jorgen Wildrunner - 23/23 HP, 5 Temp HP

Seeing the Dragonshield slinking away from the burning brand that was Elyon, he pointed his finger at the Kobold, calling it out specifically for destruction. Icy and wind were called forth from the far frozen norths, a nod towards Elyon's contributions to the fight, as he used his magic to smite the offending Kobold, or at the very least make sure it had a devil of a time trying to escape the barbarian's wrath.

Using the Encounter Power Chill Strike on the Dragonshield that just hit Elyon.

Attack: [roll0] vs Fortitude
Hit: [roll1] Cold Damage and target is Dazed Until end of my next turn.

[trysted]

Havelock, seeing an advantage, decides she should press it. She dissappears momentarily from sight and reappears closer, and unleashes another magical bolt at the the Kobold that just got hit by what appears to be a different wizard.


Move Action: Misty Step
Standard Action: Magic Missile (5 force damage)

[Honor Guard]

Qotho, the Howling Jackal (http://www.giantitp.com/forums/showsinglepost.php?p=20114071&postcount=13)
Hit Points: 36 of 37, 7 Surges Remaining.
Conditions & Effects: None.
Action Points: One.

Qotho lunged forwards towards the Kobold slinger, becoming a virtual whirlwind of steel. He brought his blade down low, cutting across the raider's body, he spun low, bringing his blade across the beast's knee's, and then suddenly rearing and driving his blade towards the creature's throat.

Move action to move adjacent to the slinger, I will use Off Hand Strike, a Minor action attack. [roll0] vs AC, if that hits it will be [roll1], and then as a Standard Action I will use Twin Strike, for two attacks, the first, Main Hand, will be [roll2] vs AC, with [roll3] damage if it connects, and then the second attack, Off Hand, will be [roll4] vs AC with [roll5] damage if that final attack connects.

[Macros]

Elyon, northern barbarian

Character Sheet (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=629693)



HP: 7/27


AC: 16 FORT: 18 REF: 14 WILL: 11

INIT: 17



Surges: 8/9


-

AP: 1



Elyon's wounds were severe. A nasty sword strike had slashed open her shoulder, and the pain caused by the fire gradually worsened. Nonetheless, her grin never left her face.

"Come on, let's see who can kill the other first, shall we?"

The kobold didn't seem to understand, but any answer he could have come up with was cut short by a wave of ice magic. That one Elyon knew to be Jurgen's trick. Not giving time to the small creature to recover, she rushed him, her sword rising and falling once again.


Ok, I'll assume that between the rogue, the wizard and the ranger all wacking him, the slinger is dead. Even if he's not, well, there's still a paladin to finish the job.
Move action : shift 1 square (SE)
Standard action : did you say Howling Strike? because it is Howling Strike
Attack roll (combat advantage due to dazed condition) : [roll0]
Damage roll : [roll1] plus [roll2]

[EnglishKitsune]

Tyrell Bronzehall, Cleric of Moradin

Character Sheet (https://drive.google.com/file/d/0B2ISJpSitZSoX1FRRUFHSElEQWs/view)



HP: 22


AC: 16 FORT: 12 REF: 11 WILL: 17

INIT: 17 (Dex:-1)



Surges: 7


Ongoing Effects: None

AP: 1



Even as Qotho leaps forward, his feet free, Tyrell was again moving out of the way of the fight, circling to the relative safety of the Northern rocks, trying to bring aid to the Barbarian out the front of the group. Otherwise he would hold is ground, happy to let others fight.


Move Action: Moving North-east, to beside the rocks.
Minor: Healing word on Elyon (Surge Value Included) [roll0]
Standard: Readied Action to Melee Attack if either of the Kobold's come within range.

[PallentisLunam]

The slinger frantically tries to protect itself from the flurry of cuts directed at it by the whirling mass of sinew and steel that is Qotho. It fails on several parries but manages to keep its feet and keep its vitals intact, for now.

The dragonshield is rocked by Havelock's magic and Elyon's sword. The chemicals that were feeding the fire that has been engulfing the barbarian finally burn out but with the fire gone Elyon only seems that much more intimidating.

Both kobolds have been bloodied, very bloodied in the slinger's case.

[Estralita]

Korinn of Clan Bloodbane

Character Sheet (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=293518)



HP: 17/27


AC: 18 FORT: 15 REF: 11 WILL: 15

INIT: 16 (Dex:0)



Surges: 7


Ongoing Effects: Ongoing Fire 2

AP: 1



The flames stung more than Korinn was willing to admit, but a Paladin's duty was to continue their fight, fire or no fire. A Kobold slinger was nearby, and so Korinn rushed the creature and attacked, hoping to put out the flames while doing so.

Once again, a fairly straightforwards turn. Take 2 ongoing fire damage, move adjacent to the Kobold slinger, and Valiant Strike for that saving throw boost that I actually need this time
Attack:[roll0]
Damage:[roll1]
Saving throw:[roll2]

Come on! Big money, no Whammy!

[PallentisLunam]

The kobold's scales glow and crack from the holy power of Korinn's strike. It falls dead in the road, its mortal wound sends up a trail of smoke that is quickly borne away by the autumn wind.

[sakuuya]

Talis Flamespeaker, Elemental Priest

Character Sheet (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=171115)



HP: 30/30


AC: 15 FORT: 12 REF: 13 WILL: 15

INIT: 10



Surges: 7/7


Ongoing Effects: None

AP: 1



Talis concentrates on the redheaded woman again. She seemed particularly open to the help of Talis' guiding spirit, and besides, she was closest to the sole remaining kobold. This time, however, she steps forward herself, too, to just before the spot where her little whirlwind reappears in aid of the dragonborn who's still aflame. This battle is clearly near its end, and she doesn't want to appear standoffish.

Pretty much the same as last time!

Move:Talis moves, but more importantly, her spirit companion moves adjacent to Elyon.
Standard: Spirit Infusion on Elyon. She can make an MBA with +2 attack/+3 damage. Spirit Companion disappears.
Minor: Re-summon Spirit Companion adjacent to Korinn, in case she needs to save again before the end of combat.

[Macros]

Elyon, northern barbarian

Character Sheet (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=629693)



HP: 23/27


AC: 16 FORT: 18 REF: 14 WILL: 11

INIT: 17



Surges: 7/9




AP: 0



Most of the wounds Elyon had suffered during this battle were now closed. And once again, the voice echoed in Elyon's mind, guiding her sword for another strike.

Free action : basic attack
Attack roll (with combat advantage) : [roll0]
Damage roll : [roll1]

[Necroticplague]

With no particular opening to take advantage of, Kanska seeks to make one, attacking under the barbarian (now not on fire) to try and knock it down like they had done before.

Minor action: Body of the Wolf to go back to humanoid form, shifting 2.
Move: Unbalancing Trick to shift 2.
Standard: Melee Basic Attack attack against the remaining Dragonshield.
to-hit[roll0](+5 DEX)
Damage"[roll1] (+5 DEX, +2 Weapon Finesse)
If the attack hits, the Dragonshield is knocked prone.

[PallentisLunam]

After Elyon's spirit guided strike the kobold looks very unsteady. It doesn't even attempt to defend itself when Kanska's chain flashes forward, wrapping around its body. Moments later the battle is over. The section of the King's Way is covered in alchemical residues, the blood of the adventurers, and the bodies of the ten kobolds.

Still the autumn breeze blows on.

100 Exp per character.

[EnglishKitsune]

Tyrell Bronzehall, Cleric of Moradin

Character Sheet (https://drive.google.com/file/d/0B2ISJpSitZSoX1FRRUFHSElEQWs/view)



HP: 22


AC: 16 FORT: 12 REF: 11 WILL: 17

INIT: 17 (Dex:-1)



Surges: 7


Ongoing Effects: None

AP: 1



Tyrell blinked, taking a second or two to process the end of hostility, his first real combat. Walking over to Qotho, he would make sure his companion and his charge were alright, before walking upwind of the combat, the smell of blood and entrails suddenly all too clear in his sense. In his mind, the image of the Kobold, holding it's own guts, was replaying over and over.

He then bent over and was noisily sick. Leaving this mornings breakfast on the grass. He winced, only just noticing the blood flowing from his scalp, where the slingstone had struck, he would begin to bandage his head, to staunch the flow. Once that was done, he would pull out his waterskin and swill his mouth, spitting a mouthful out before drinking deeply.

[Estralita]

Korinn, seeing the fight was over, sat down to clean her axe. Always the first thing you do after a battle.

[Macros]

Elyon, northern barbarian

Character Sheet (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=629693)



HP: 27/27


AC: 16 FORT: 18 REF: 14 WILL: 11

INIT: -



Surges: 6/9




AP: 0




Elyon took a deep breath, letting the battle tension flow out.

"Eh, nice one. Jurgen, you okay?"

Somehow, one could think the question should be asked to her. While most of her wounds were healed thanks to divine magic, she was still covered in blood, her own and her ennemies, and sporting burned patchs of skin. If she had to guess, those ones were going to hurt tonight. She was still sporting a cut on her forearm, that she quickly covered with a makeshift bandage. Her attention was then on cleaning her sword, before the blood ruined its edge further. For the rest, she'd do her best, but a bath will certainly be needed in order to clean up properly.

"So, you guys wanted a piece of the action too? Not bad."

Taking notice of the cleric's troubles - the same one she suspected she had to thanks for healing most of her wounds during the battle - she came over him, patting him on the back with probably more strenght than intended.

"First battle, huh? Don't worry, it gets easier."

Taking a short rest to spend another surge

[ArcturusV]

Jorgen Wildrunner had two cuts on him, bloodied clothing, but he seemed perfectly fine as he answered Elyon. "Just barely enough to get the blood pumping. Though we did seem to function as an effective unit. Truly an example of disparate people united in glory." He smiled, a disturbing expression to most considering his orcish features, kneeling amid the blood of Kobolds and Dragonshields, taking out the holy symbol of Erathis that he carried. He offered a short prayer while people were resting, refocusing his mind and offering this victory against ruthless brigades to the Goddess of Civilization. Today the roads were safer, and with that another incremental step on the way to uniting the world in shining light once more.

When his devotions to the goddess were finished, he stowed his holy symbol once more, keeping it close to his heart where it belonged. "We should repurpose what we can of the fallen's gear. It's only fitting that the spoils of thieves end up serving those who spread the Light," he said aloud to anyone who was close enough to seem to bother listening, already going among the bodies, poking and prodding them with his staff to see if there was anything serviceable among them.

Taking a Short Rest. Looting bodies. Let me know if you want me to throw a check for anything like Religion to devote the battle to Erathis for some reason, or to check for loot.

[EnglishKitsune]

Tyrell Bronzehall, Cleric of Moradin

Character Sheet (https://drive.google.com/file/d/0B2ISJpSitZSoX1FRRUFHSElEQWs/view)



HP: 16


AC: 16 FORT: 12 REF: 11 WILL: 17

INIT: 17 (Dex:-1)



Surges: 6


Ongoing Effects: None

AP: 1



Tyrell would stand again, feeling a bit sheepish, but would offer his hand to the woman in front of him in friendship.

"My name is Tyrell, Of the Bronzehall, I thank you, but I'm not sure if I ever want to feel easy about taking a life, it is not the way of Moradin. People and creatures of all kinds should be able to return to the stone, beneath their ancestors, not find themselves being looted on a highway, regardless of who they were."

He sighed, remember that as his Father warned, these were not the simple corridors of the Bronzehall. Still, he felt pity for any creatures desperate enough to attack when the odds were so clearly stacked against them. He would start to move the bodies to the side, holding his breath and his guts for now. If they hadn't been searched he would dutifully leave their gear to the side but leave their dignity in tact as best he could. At last, when all the bodies were lain out, he would stop and utter a short prayer* in Dwarfish, from the Iron Book of Repentance.


"All-Father under the Mountain, may you lead these lost souls back to the hearth, may you forgive them their misdeeds, and allow them rest beneath the stone. May they be past by their ancestors high aloft, and find peace within the quiet."

[Honor Guard]

Qotho, the Howling Jackal (http://www.giantitp.com/forums/showsinglepost.php?p=20114071&postcount=13)
Hit Points: 36 of 37, 7 Surges Remaining.
Conditions & Effects: None.
Action Points: One.

Qotho stalked up behind Tyrell as he intoned a prayer in the deep bass of the Dwarven tongue, though unfamiliar to his ear, he could hear the sincerity and respect in the passage. He clapped a calloused hand on the smaller man's shoulder, "Far too kind Tyrell, my people would have lopped their skulls from their skinny little necks and left them atop their javelins as a warning to thieves and murderers."

He walked over to one of the corpses that he had impaled on his own spear, and with casual disregard planted a boot withdrawing the spear, he then walked several yards to a small log and took a seat, patting the grass beside him. Harahhi looked at him cautiously, but stayed beside Tyrell's side. He shrugged and surveyed the others as he withdrew oil, rags and a whetstone and began removing the nicks and burrs from his blades. "Qotho, warrior of the Jhaego to the south, warrior of the Howling Jackal clan. This," he lifted a bronzed arm to indicate the diminuitive young girl, "is my ward, Harahhi."

The young girl heard her name, and looked from the carnage of the battlefield to the others, perhaps seven years old, her jaw was set definatly, showing a firm control over her childish fear, "Greetings, as my champion has said, I am Harahhi, heir to the Khal'Jhaego and queen of my people." She nodded curtly, and then in a flash the defiance and the regal bearing faded, and she was a child again running towards Qotho, wrapping her arms around his massive chest as tears sprung to her eyes.

"Shhhh, you did well my queen. A fierce skirmish it was, and your first, but we are no worse off for it, and you showed strength of spirit that men twice your age would envy." He gently stroked her hair as he soothed her, keeping a wary eye on his new companions.

[Macros]

Elyon, northern barbarian

Character Sheet (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=629693)



HP: 27/27


AC: 16 FORT: 18 REF: 14 WILL: 11

INIT: -



Surges: 6/9




AP: 0




"Hey, you didn't panic and didn't do anything stupid. You're alright, kid."

After finishing cleaning it up, Elyon's greatsword went back to its sheath. She half-wondered how a child who looked more like a vaggrant could be queen of anything, but she didn't care enough to ask. Titles were meaningless in the wilderness anyway.

"Well, the name's Elyon, of the Wolves of Winter. Well, not that I'm really welcome here anymore, but hey, stuff happened. The tough guy here" she pointed at the wizard half orc, still busy looking at the corpses "is Jorgen."

She took a good look at all the newcomers. A disparate bunch, that was for sure, but she was hardly in a position to criticize. At least they seemed to be able t handle themselves. Well, maybe the cleric was a little squeamish, but at least he managed to hold it together until the end of the battle, that had to count for something. And that guy from the south and the dragonborn looked quite sturdy, she could work with that.

"I guess you're all going to Winterhaven too? We're passing here on our way to look for someone."

A safe guess if there ever was one, it's not like the roads led to many places around here.

[Necroticplague]

Kanska Eglonde, Werewolf Thief

Character Sheet (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=630721)



HP: 23/26


AC: 17 FORT: 13 REF: 18 WILL: 11

INIT: 8



Surges: 7


Ongoing Effects:

AP: 1



Listening to some of the introduction, Kanska laughs a little bit. As it dies down, she tries to explain herself "Sorry. Calling yourself a Wolf of Winter, when I am on a slightly more literal level. Kanska Egblonde, Outcast of the Ice Fang Pack."

[PallentisLunam]

No rolls necessary, I find it kinda pointless to roll to search bodies. And of course you can pray and dedicate whatever you want to your god without a roll.

Gear:
4 Short Swords
2 Slings
37 Sling Stones
2 Daggers
1 Intact Ceramic Urn
4 Spears
12 Javelins (that's total Qotho currently has 1 of them)
8 Light Shields
2 Leather Armors
4 Hide Armors

Treasure:
34 sp

[Macros]

Elyon, the not-wolf of winter

Character Sheet (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=629693)



HP: 27/27


AC: 16 FORT: 18 REF: 14 WILL: 11

INIT: -



Surges: 6/9




AP: 0



The warrior only shrugged, apparently unperturbed by the sarcasm.

"It's just a name. Call me whichever way you like, I don't care."

Taking one javelin Jorgen had salvaged, she tested its balance. The shaft, made for kobolds, was a bit small, but the weapon might prove useful. Sometimes, opponents were cowardly enough to try to keep their distance, after all.


If that's okay with everyone, Elyon will take two javelins (if we're in a combat where more are needed, something went horribly wrong). As for the coins... that would be 4 silver pieces for each of us, and the kid taking the 2 remaining? I guess the urn might be sold and the profits shared later on.

[Honor Guard]

Qotho, the Howling Jackal (http://www.giantitp.com/forums/showsinglepost.php?p=20114071&postcount=13)
Hit Points: 36 of 37, 7 Surges Remaining.
Conditions & Effects: None.
Action Points: One.

Keeping the young girl at his side, the southern steppes warrior stood up, securing his freshly oiled blades in their scabbards. He strode over to where the spoils had been piled, and began sifting through it, taking another three javelins for himself, he found an adequately sized leather jerkin, and a small shield, he held them up against Harahhi's back, checking the sizing, shrugged, and muttered under his breath.

"These will do for you, my queen. At least until we reach our destination, then perhaps a bath, and some oils for your hair." He barked a deep bark, "Or soon you'll have rats nesting there!"

Quickly the young girl threw her hands to her tangled hair, her face aghast. "R-r-really?"

A wide grin fell across the southerner's face, "A jest young one, you must learn to have thicker hide than that, if you are to be my queen."

She pouted a thumped a fist into his thigh. "Ha! My queen is fiercer than these raiders ever were!" He turned to face the other's, "Well met companions, we travel to Winterhaven, and would be honored to share the road should your paths take you in the same direction."

As he walked past the small gathering he handed a half full wine skin to Tyrell, "For your stomach, it will calm it and warm your blood. Fermented mares milk, honey, and spices."

[PallentisLunam]

Harahhi pulls the leather armor over her head, which only musses her hair even more, then glancing rather disinterestedly at the shield she picks up one of the short swords from the pile. With a shy look around at the assembled adventures she pulls on Qotho's hand and whispers loudly up at the warrior, "Will you teach me to use this?"

[trysted]

Havelock smiles at the rest of the group. I suppose introductions are in order. I'm Havelock Vet, (Lock for short) and I don't have a cool nickname yet. I guess you could call me a seeker of of knowledge or something. But I am curious...who picked the fight with these Kobolds, and why?"

[Estralita]

Having dealt with her weapon, Korinn looked up. "Was there a gathering scheduled here that I missed?" she asked drily.

[Macros]

Elyon, clueless barbarian

Character Sheet (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=629693)



HP: 27/27


AC: 16 FORT: 18 REF: 14 WILL: 11

INIT: -



Surges: 6/9




AP: 0



The young woman could only shrugs at the elf's question.

"Beats me. We walked, they attacked, we killed them. They didn't care to explain themselves, and I didn't bother to ask."

Elyon had now wiped most of the blood of her. The rest would have to wait until a chance for a bath presented itself. For now, she simply hoped they could reach Winterhaven before the night.

"As for why we're all here, dunno either. Anyway, i don't intend to make a camp here, so I believe we'll be going. You guys are coming?"

[Honor Guard]

Qotho, the Howling Jackal (http://www.giantitp.com/forums/showsinglepost.php?p=20114071&postcount=13)
Hit Points: 36 of 37, 7 Surges Remaining.
Conditions & Effects: None.
Action Points: One.


With a shy look around at the assembled adventures she pulls on Qotho's hand and whispers loudly up at the warrior, "Will you teach me to use this?"

Qotho looked at the young girl, knelt beside her and turned her around, and straightened her armor, adjusting the leather thongs and buckles that secured it to her frame, "You will first become accustomed to your protection, you will wear it as we travel, it will chafe, it will cause blisters, it will be uncomfortable, but in time you will develop muscles, and endurance and it will seem as a second skin. That's where you'll start my queen."

He stood up, looked down at her slight pout, "But keep the sword, there may be time for that on the road as well. Continue your lessons with Tyrell, you have the opportunity to learn of the world beyond the steppes, do so, you have always been smarter than your champion, learn of the other roads you might walk before you choose to walk the warrior's path." He ruffled her tangled hair with affection, and turned to the fiery haired warrior, "Elyon you said? Well met, Qotho," he held fist over his chest and inclined his head slightly as to a sister in arms, "you speak wisely there is still light of day, we would be honored to share your company on the road."

[Macros]

Elyon, master conversationalist

Character Sheet (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=629693)



HP: 27/27


AC: 16 FORT: 18 REF: 14 WILL: 11

INIT: -



Surges: 6/9




AP: 0



Elyon nodded in response to the greeting of the tanned warrior,taking a quick glance to appraise him.

"Same. You look like the kind of guy I wouldn't mind guarding my back in a fight. Nice swordplay back there."

She half-hesitated to ask about the kid, before deciding not to. It wasn't really important right now, and there would be time for that later. Plus, given the size of the newly formed traveling group, if she asked for everyone's life stories, she'd end up forgetting it all or mixing it up. For all she knew, they'd all go on their merry way once they reached Winterhaven. Still, meeting new faces wasn't unpleasant. Jorgen was a rather good travelling companion, but their different outlooks on life usually got in the way of any long exchange.

"So, from the South, eh? Never went there. Maybe I should try it one day, people there look interesting, if you and the kid are anything to go by."

In fact, most of the present company could be described as 'colorful'.

[sakuuya]

Talis Flamespeaker, Elemental Priest

Character Sheet (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=171115)



HP: 30/30


AC: 15 FORT: 12 REF: 13 WILL: 15

INIT: 10



Surges: 7/7


Ongoing Effects: None

AP: 1



Talis has been crouching quietly on the road, trying to get her words in order and watching the pattern of leaves fluttering in the breeze. The immediate danger has passed, but she still carries the uneasiness that has been with her since she entered this vale. Still, the way the leaves catch around the others' feet seems trustworthy. She straightens up, not bothering to shake the dust from her cloak.

"Would you be bothered if I followed along as well?" she asks, directing her question primarily towards Elyon. "I have been traveling alone for a long time, and it would be pleasant to have companions again. My name is Talis." She smiles without showing her teeth.

[Honor Guard]

Qotho, the Howling Jackal (http://www.giantitp.com/forums/showsinglepost.php?p=20114071&postcount=13)
Hit Points: 36 of 37, 7 Surges Remaining.
Conditions & Effects: None.
Action Points: One.

The large warrior looked to Eloyn, a hint of sadness in his eyes, "While I would love to share the savage beauty of the steppes with you my friend, it is not likely that it will be a friendly return for either myself, nor Harahhi. Though I do miss the blood oranges and the kaf! An innkeeper tried to sell me boiled grass trimmings as tea, I nearly throttled him!" He clapped a heavy hand on the woman's shoulder as he laughed at the memory.

Qotho looked at Talis as she spoke, her skin seemed as bronzed as his own, though he did not recognize her accent though. He smiled a large boisterous grin, "Ha! There was a time when I rode with the Khal'Jhaego! Ten thousand horse, and when we camped our fires lit the steppes sky! You would honor our group with your presence, more stories from lands I have not yet heard of!"

[Estralita]

Korinn listened to the others' words intently. "So why are so many people just happening to be traveling in this direction?" Korinn thought for a moment, recalling her own purpose. Perhaps they had similar goals. And it seemed as though they were all competent fighters. Heck,maybe even if they weren't traveling with a similar purpose, Korinn might recruit them. Maybe.After getting to know them a bit better.

[Macros]

Elyon, detective rookie

Character Sheet (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=629693)



HP: 27/27


AC: 16 FORT: 18 REF: 14 WILL: 11

INIT: -



Surges: 6/9




AP: 0



"I don't know, because it leads to a city? I'm only passing through to help a friend, and the tough guy" she pointed at Jorgen "accepted to lend a hand."

Truth be told, she didn't know if that was his only reason to come along, and she hadn't thought to ask. It didn't really matter anyway, his help was appreciated nonetheless. She then turned toward the elf tribal woman who spoke earlier. Was she the one who guided those spirits during the fight? She seemed a bit young compared to the elders she was used to, but then again, it was always hard to tell with elves.

"And what the big guy said. The more the merrier, or something like that. Plus, if everyone is going in the same direction anyway..."

[Necroticplague]

Kanska Eglonde, Werewolf Thief

Character Sheet (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=630721)



HP: 23/26


AC: 17 FORT: 13 REF: 18 WILL: 11

INIT: 8



Surges: 7


Ongoing Effects:

AP: 1


"I was merely returning from a recent job when I say a fight and joined in. Be happy to join you guys on the road, if we're all moving the same way anyway." Like some of the others, she looks through the pile of new materials for something useful. Eventually, she smiles as she takes two daggers. If there are gonna be any more ambushes like that, something from a range can be useful. And her primary weapon certainly wasn't suitable for throwing, that's for sure.

[trysted]

Havelock smiles. Actually I was off in search of s book, and I won't bore you with the details, she says looking a little sheepish amongst the crowd. If it's ok, I'm thinking that a bigger group is better, and based on how the last threat was dealt with, I would like to travel you you guys as well.

[PallentisLunam]

The nine travelers, having divided up the spoils of their victory, continue onward towards their destination. They travel west down the King's Road for most of the day until at long last they reach the vale that holds the walled town of Winterhaven. The village itself sits atop a broad hill, its weather worn crenelations overlooking a well worn section of the ancient highway. To the north soar the Cairngorm Peaks and all around the valley are thick woods filled with the colors of the season.

The land immediately surrounding the town has been cleared and is dotted with small thatched homes, single family dwellings, each fronting a parcel of farmland. Harvest is in full swing and even as the sun sinks toward the trees every field is filled with peasants working hard to bring in their crops.

http://i1380.photobucket.com/albums/ah184/Pallentis/Winterhaven%20Large%20Area_zpsx1hquzei.png
A local area map

http://i1380.photobucket.com/albums/ah184/Pallentis/2707616258_ab228db5d4_b_zps88rgdjzi.jpg
And a map of the town of Winterhaven

[Macros]

Elyon, woman on a mission

Character Sheet (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=629693)



HP: 27/27


AC: 16 FORT: 18 REF: 14 WILL: 11

INIT: -



Surges: 6/9




AP: 0



The rest of the trip ended peacefully, though Elyon had to admit, things had become more lively with all the newcomers. At least, she felt relatively sure she could name them all now, which was something. But with Winterhaven now in sight, the young woman was reminded of the reasons of her presence here. Now, she had to find someone who knew where Douven went.

"Well, looks like we're here. I'll go to the inn, I have questions to ask. Hope to see you all later."

[PallentisLunam]

Two guards, humans holding spears and wearing cheap armors, stand on either side of a wide wooden gate flanked by high watch towers. They seems friendly enough, nodding and giving polite smiles to the cluster of adventurers.

The first building past the gate is a long two story wooden affair. One of the narrow sides sits flush with an interior wall and windows line the long side facing the gate. Hanging from the remaining narrow side is a wooden sign painted with a picture of a frothing tankard. Above the tankard in flowing script is the word Wrafton's.

Inside, the common room is large, well lit, and warmed by a roaring fire. It is still early in that there is still light outside so there are only about half a dozen townsfolk sitting on various stools and chairs. A human woman smiles and waves a towel from behind a well polished bar. "Have a seat. I'll be with you in just a minute."

[Honor Guard]

Qotho, the Howling Jackal (http://www.giantitp.com/forums/showsinglepost.php?p=20114071&postcount=13)
Hit Points: 36 of 37, 7 Surges Remaining.
Conditions & Effects: None.
Action Points: One.

As they made their way into the walled village Qotho looked the two guardsmen up and down, before approaching them. "Greetings, a question for you guardian. Have you had issues with raiders on the Kings Road of late? My companions and I met over half a dozen raiders on the road about half a day east of here. Thoughts? Perhaps a probing raid on the road before a larger raid on Winterhaven itself?"

To place an exclamation on his query, he shifted the large bundle of arms and armor that the companions had collected over his shoulder.

[PallentisLunam]

"Ahh, you've met our kobolds," one of the guards says casting an appraising eye over the gear and glancing around at the assembled heroes with a more interested expression. "They've been getting to be more and more of a nuisance lately and our Lord Padriag has been trying to rally the villagers to oust them but to suggest they might be so bold as to attack Winterhaven or even the vale itself is going a little far."

A thought seems to occur to the other man and he raises his voice from the other side of the gateway. "Mayhaps, considering your previous success, you could petition his grace to hire you on to deal with our little problem. He could probably make it worth your while."

[Honor Guard]

Qotho, the Howling Jackal (http://www.giantitp.com/forums/showsinglepost.php?p=20114071&postcount=13)
Hit Points: 36 of 37, 7 Surges Remaining.
Conditions & Effects: None.
Action Points: One.

Qotho nodded as the guardsman spoke, he stroked his ringed beard as he did so. "I have heard that this Padriag is a man of his word, of," he looked to Harahhi for a moment, as she mouthed the word in the common tongue, "of integrity. Where is his hall? We would have words with him then, and offer our services in return for shelter within your walls."

[PallentisLunam]

The guardsman balks slightly at Qotho's question but recovers quickly enough. "You'll have to make arrangements if you wish a formal audience but you might be able to speak to his lordship this evening at Wrafton's, he comes around a once or twice a tenday."

[EnglishKitsune]

Tyrell Bronzehall, Cleric of Moradin

Character Sheet (https://drive.google.com/file/d/0B2ISJpSitZSoX1FRRUFHSElEQWs/view)



HP: 22


AC: 16 FORT: 12 REF: 11 WILL: 17

INIT: 17 (Dex:-1)



Surges: 7


Ongoing Effects: None

AP: 1



Tyrell would have spent most of the remaining walk lecturing Harrahi. It was beneficial to both of them, as the ever curious girl could ask all her questions and practice her common-tongue, and for Tyrell it allowed him a distraction from the earlier fight. Standing to one side as Qotho asks his questions Tyrell gently slips in to save the guard and Qotho from any more difficulties.

"Thank you kind Sir, for answering my friends questions, I will make sure the proper channels are followed to appeal to your Lord. Pray tell, would there be a Smithy or other such traders were my friends might offload their excess acquisitions? And for myself if there was a Chapel or Temple nearby?"

[Macros]

Elyon, private investigator

Character Sheet (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=629693)



HP: 27/27


AC: 16 FORT: 18 REF: 14 WILL: 11

INIT: -



Surges: 6/9




AP: 0



While most of the others had stayed behind, Elyon had entered the inn, intending on finding answers. Following the barmaid instruction, she took a seat, keeping an eye on the rest of the patrons. She was not particularly patient by nature, but she had learned enough to know that barging in a new place and demanding answers usually was counter-productive. Her occasion came during her order. After asking for roasted lamb and hydromel, and preparing to pay, Elyon took the opportunity to ask a few questions.

"By the way, have you seen a guy named Douven those days? Brown beard, tall, wears grey and green, never leaves home without his bow, a bit old... Rings any bell?"

[PallentisLunam]

"Thair Coalstriker owns the village smithy," The guard says turning to Tyrell. "You might also want to stop by Bairwin's. The smithy is the stone building in the center of town, the one with the billows on one side and the big smokestack. Bairwin's is opposite it. And you'll find Sister Linora in the temple of Avandra past the guild and the tenements, in the middle of several homes. Is there anything else?"

Inside the Inn, the woman smiles whistles through her teeth and a girl appears from the kitchen. She takes Elyon's order and when she leaves the other lady walks over. At Elyons question she taps her lip for a moment and then says, "Douven, Douven... Oh yeah, I do remember a fellow by that name. He had a room here for a time. I think he had some business with Eilian. Funny thing though he just up and disappeared one day a few weeks back. Never did hear what happened to him. Was he a friend of yours?"

[Macros]

Elyon, chatty barbarian

Character Sheet (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=629693)



HP: 27/27


AC: 16 FORT: 18 REF: 14 WILL: 11

INIT: -



Surges: 6/9




AP: 0



"Yeah. Yeah he is."

It took Elyon all her willpower to not scowl at the use of past tense by the woman. But more than that, she felt angry at herself. She only now realized what Douven had meant to her, and only realizing you had a friend when he was in danger, perhaps already dead? It... well, it sucked.

"Could you point me toward that Eilian, then? Looks like he's my best bet."

[PallentisLunam]

"Oh yeah, sure. Eilian lives a short way out into the valley with his son and his wife. Eilian's bride died a few years back and he's getting to be rather old himself. Still, he manages to drag himself up here every night before sunset and stay until the moon is high. He's popular with the town brats. Fancies himself something of an historian so he's chalk full of old legends and tales." Elyon's food arrives, hot and ready to eat. The woman flashes her another winning smile, "Best mutton in a tenday I'll guarantee it. Two silvers. And another for the mead," she says snapping her fingers at the server who quickly returns with a tankard full to the brim.

[Honor Guard]

Qotho, the Howling Jackal (http://www.giantitp.com/forums/showsinglepost.php?p=20114071&postcount=13)
Hit Points: 36 of 37, 7 Surges Remaining.
Conditions & Effects: None.
Action Points: One.

Qotho smiled a toothy grin at the guardsman, turned, and took notice of the various structures spread out within the small walled village. He oriented himself and began walking towards the smithy, looking for Thair Coalstriker. On arrival he looked over the forge, "Ho! Smithy! I would do trade with you, trade arms and armor for coin!"

[PallentisLunam]

A dwarf wrapped in a soot stained leather apron who comes up to the middle of Qotho's chest walks to the wide doors of his smithy. His muscles bulge as he wipes his hands on a rag that he pulls from his pocket. Even stained black by the smoke of his forge his hair is a fiery red and ornately braided. He casts an appraising eye over Qotho and raises an eyebrow at Harahhi who is half hiding behind the big warrior. The lower half of his face is hidden by a leather mask but his deep, gravely carries through it easily, "You are far from your home Jhaego," he remarks matter of factly. "What wears have you to barter at my forge?"

[Honor Guard]

Qotho, the Howling Jackal (http://www.giantitp.com/forums/showsinglepost.php?p=20114071&postcount=13)
Hit Points: 36 of 37, 7 Surges Remaining.
Conditions & Effects: None.
Action Points: One.

Qotho was taken aback as the muscular smith was able to identify the lands of his birth. "Master Dwarf, I am Qotho of the Howling Jackal Tribe, and this is Khal'Jhaego Harahhi. An ill wind has befallen Khal'Jhaego Lajat so he sent me north with his daughter, so the same fate would not befall her." He bowed to, whom he could only assume was Coalstriker.

He did smile though, "If you know of my people, you know we do not barter. I have arms and armor, procured from kobold raiders a half days east of here. All I ask is a fair price Master Dwarf, and with respects, I am sure we can do further trade, for once we receive Lord Padriag's blessing, we shall be ensuring the safety of travelers along the Kings Road from these and their kin."

With that he dropped the satchel of spoils on the work bench for the Smith to examine.

As a reminder the approximate value of the spoils are 57g and some silver. But Qotho isn't going to risk insulting the locals with haggling, it just isn't his thing, Qotho will accept any offer, but anything less than 40gp he'd find insulting and probably take his business elsewhere in future.

[Estralita]

Korinn strode into the tavern, heading straight for the bartender. "Do you know where I can find the local temples?"

[PallentisLunam]

Returning Qotho's bow with shallow one of his own the dwarf rumbles deep in his throat, "Hmm, royalty," the corners of his eyes crinkle in a friendly manner and turning to the girl he bows to his toes, "You honor a humble smith, Lady Harahhi."

Harahhi smiles and curtsies in return, "Tan manu selek lanun naman." The smith bursts into delighted laughter "Tan meynu shelek lanun naman," he corrects her gently. "How wonderful," he says to Qotho. "Thair Coalstriker, at your service. Let's take a look at what you brought me." The dwarf digs through the satchel pulling out the weapons and examining each one closely.

Finishing his examination of the contents of the satchel he addresses himself to Qotho, "I'll take the swords, the spears, the javelins, and the shields and I'll give you twenty-five gold for the lot, the rest is of no use to me; however, I imagine that Bairwin," he points to the wooden building across the road, "will give you a fair deal for it."



In the tavern, the woman smiles at Korinn, "We're a small town, Miss. We've only got the one temple, but if you go out the door and follow the road between Bairwin's and the tenement you'll find it near the outer wall."

[Macros]

Elyon, hungry barbarian

Character Sheet (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=629693)



HP: 27/27


AC: 16 FORT: 18 REF: 14 WILL: 11

INIT: -



Surges: 6/9




AP: 0



Elyon thanked the woman, while giving her the three silver coins for the meal.

"Well, I guess I'll have to look for the guy tomorrow. If you have two free beds, I'll take that too, I'm travelling with someone."

She felt like the least she could do after dragging Jorgen here was to pay for his room. For now, she could focus on the meal before her while waiting for him. Perhaps she'll see one of the others too, after all, if they intended to spend the night here, she doubted the small town had many inns. Her suspicions were proven correct when she saw the dragonborn paladin - Korrin, was it? - enter to ask the barmaid a few questions. Elyon nodded in acknowledgment, though she remained at her table ; the woman hadn't lied, that was some good meat.

[EnglishKitsune]

Tyrell Bronzehall, Cleric of Moradin

Character Sheet (https://drive.google.com/file/d/0B2ISJpSitZSoX1FRRUFHSElEQWs/view)



HP: 22


AC: 16 FORT: 12 REF: 11 WILL: 17

INIT: 17 (Dex:-1)



Surges: 7


Ongoing Effects: None

AP: 1



Tyrell would catch up to Qotho after chatting the gate guards a bit more. He would hear the Dwarven Smith was giving his assessment of the loot just as he arrived. Bowing to the Dwarf, he held out a hand in friendship as he looked over the small forge in front of him.

"Evening my Friend. My name is Tyrell Bronzehall, I am a Cleric in service of Moradin on Pilgrimage through the lands. I see you have already met my companion Qotho and his charge Harrahi. Pray, if you've not much work for the evening, would you join us in the Tavern, and tell us of anything interesting in the area? We are looking to greet the Local Lord and I for one would like to know how we can get in his good graces."

[PallentisLunam]

The woman gives Elyon a confused look, "We've beds aplenty, one gold each, but clean the wax out of your ears dear. I just told you that Eilian should be along shortly. He never misses a night."

Thair nods in return to Tyrell's bow, "I assume then that you taught the girl her dwarvish, but who taught you I wonder," He muses as he lays his purchases on the bench. "No matter, I am not one for stories and beer that resembles water. As for winning Padriag's favor, he is an easy man. As long as he believes that your presence will do his town more good than harm you will have no troubles with him." Turning Thair goes into his smithy and is hidden by the smoke and glow of the forge for a moment. "Catch!" he calls out and a small pouch comes sailing through the air at Qotho. Coming back out Thair looks at Qotho, "Padriag uses his own coin to fund the town, same coin that his father used, which in turn was the same coin his father used. Even human generations can go back a long ways if you have enough of them." Standing up straight and bowing deeply to Harahhi again Thair says in dwarvish, "Tak natu yenet."Traditional dwarven farewell, "Until the stones return us to each other" Harahhi returns the phrase carefully pronouncing all of the syllables. Thair smiles under his mask and, scooping up the weapons, walks back into his smithy.

[Honor Guard]

Qotho, the Howling Jackal (http://www.giantitp.com/forums/showsinglepost.php?p=20114071&postcount=13)
Hit Points: 36 of 37, 7 Surges Remaining.
Conditions & Effects: None.
Action Points: One.

Qotho caught the proferred coin purse and secured it in his weapon belt, he did not open the purse, nor count it, as he trusted the broad shouldered dwarf. He did however, pause, looking down at Harahhi, raising an eyebrow comically, and then back to Tyrell.

"What did he say my friend, you know I do not understand the language of your brethren." He clapped a strong hand on the Priest's shoulder, "Though he did direct us to Bairwin's for fair trade on the rest, and perhaps we can find a comb and some oils for Harahhi's rat nest."

As he spoke he turned walking towards the building that Coalstriker had indicated was the trader's place of business.

[Estralita]

Korinn smiled."Thank you for your assistance. Pelor bless you." Korinn turned to look around the tavern and noticed the Barbarian from earlier. She approached the table. "Mind if I sit?"

[Macros]

Elyon, drinking buddy

Character Sheet (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=629693)



HP: 27/27


AC: 16 FORT: 18 REF: 14 WILL: 11

INIT: -



Surges: 6/9




AP: 0



"Not at all. A drink is always better with company."

She needed to wait for that Eilian anyway, she might as well do it with someone. Pulling a seat for the dragonborn, she watched her sit to her table. Elyon had only seen two or three of her kind those last months, and it was the first time she had the occasion to speak to one. They had a rather fierce appearance, she had to admit, but Korinn had proven to be of even temper.

"So,what brought you around here? Doesn't seem like a place a paladin would be attracted to. Then again, never really met a paladin. Or a dragonborn, for that matter, so, hey, what do I know."

[PallentisLunam]

Talis, Jorgen, Kanska, and Havelock, along with a large group of peasants, wander into the tavern in the growing dark. Jorgen takes a seat next to Elyon and Korinn. Talis, Kanska, and Havelock each take separate places at the bar. Suddenly there is a commotion at the door and an old man is practically dragged in by half a dozen excited children. They lead him over to a corner and all chatter loudly at him. Throwing up his hands in mock terror he shouts over all of them "ENOUGH!" The barkeep rolls her eyes and wanders across the room. After a brief discussion all of the children pull a long bench over to the corner and pile onto it. Shortly food is brought to the old man and he begins his dinner.

As the sun sets pairs of guardsmen light the lanterns that hang from poles beside the roads. Across the road from the smithy is Bairwin's Grand Shoppe. A bright light burns inside illuminating two large multipane windows. The trio crosses the road over to the storeand Harahhi punches Qotho in the side of the leg for his renewed teasing about her hair but she says nothing. Her thin frame trembles in the fading light as the night takes on a distinct chill.

[Macros]

Elyon, still searching for Waldo

Character Sheet (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=629693)



HP: 27/27


AC: 16 FORT: 18 REF: 14 WILL: 11

INIT: -



Surges: 6/9




AP: 0




Elyon stopped her conversation when she saw the old man enter the inn. If she was a betting girl - and she definitely was - the guy was probably Eilian. Hopefully, he'd be able to point her in the right direction. It took a conscious effort to not immediately barge in and demand answers, but while the barbarian was not particularly tactfull, she still could respect the need to let someone finish a meal. In her old tribe, trying to interrupt such a time was just asking for troubles, after all.

As soon as the man had finished cleaning up his plate, Elyon made her move.

"Hey, you're Eilian? I'm a friend of Douven, heard you saw him not long ago. Do you know where he went?"

[Honor Guard]

Qotho, the Howling Jackal (http://www.giantitp.com/forums/showsinglepost.php?p=20114071&postcount=13)
Hit Points: 36 of 37, 7 Surges Remaining.
Conditions & Effects: None.
Action Points: One.

About Town

Qotho noticed Harahhi shiver in the cool night air, he knelt beside her and drew her cloak tighter about her. "You need to keep warm my Khal." He looked up to Tyrell, "Perhaps our friend can bring you to the Tavern, and find some warm food and drink for your belly while I conclude the barter of our spoils. We can then find you a warm bed, and bath."

The Smith had given him a pouch with 25 Crowns, he withdrew four of those and handed the remainder to Tyrell, "If you see the other's we met on the King's Road, three Crowns would be their share of the spoils, yourself included. I kept an extra Crown for Harahhi, and our lodging this night."

With that he shouldered his lightened load, and turned towards the double paned window, and opened the door and wandered into the interior of Bairwin's Grand Shoppe. "Ho! Merchant, if you are open, I have spoils with which to trade for both goods and coin!"

[EnglishKitsune]

Tyrell Bronzehall, Cleric of Moradin

Character Sheet (https://drive.google.com/file/d/0B2ISJpSitZSoX1FRRUFHSElEQWs/view)



HP: 22


AC: 16 FORT: 12 REF: 11 WILL: 17

INIT: 17 (Dex:-1)



Surges: 7


Ongoing Effects: None

AP: 1




Tyrell would laugh and reassure his companion. ""It is just a Traditional farewell, the nearest translation is 'Until we meet again.' It is good, my friend, it means he respects Harrahi and her learning enough to respect her in our own tongue."

Tyrell would stop and decline the money, pressing it back into his friend's hand as Qotho carried on towards the Traders. "Qotho my friend, I am sorry, but I have some personal business to attend to this eve, and would appreciate it if I could meet you at the Inn shortly. When you enter the Inn, I would suggest inquiring after a bath for Harrahi, if we are to meet the Lord Padriag."

With that he would turn back to the Smithy, and approach the door, knocking, before calling out in the tongue he had learnt since he was a babe, his throat long since used to the Dwarven tongue, it lacked the harshness of other Men's efforts. "Vemu Samman, gajut men, Men rune men bedorn men Xoth Burm murmelings. Men Xoth sonn Khuzud. Men gajamu Rhasput ogamut Men...



Greetings Friend, Forgive me, I know I do not look like you, and you might wonder why I, a Human, know what it is to be a Dwarf. I know it is hard to believe, might we talk more inside?

[PallentisLunam]

The bench seat erupts in a chorus of whines and jeers. One of the oldest children, about eight says, "Hey lady, we were here first. Old man Eilian promised us a story!"
Eilian waves his hands around at the children, sputters at them, and give a mock scowl, "Where are your manners? This woman is a guest in our town now be polite!" Turning to Elyon, amid a a few sheepish apologies, and asks,"You knew Douven? I haven't actually seen him in a few weeks, been wondering what happened to him. Anyways, he had questions about the old burial site southwest of town, though there might be some dragon bones there. I told him it was just a trash heap but he wouldn't hear of it, no ma'am. So of course I gave him directions and then he disappeared and hasn't been seen since. How did you say you knew Douven?"

A very fat man, no taller than Thair but obviously human trundles out from the back of the shop. He is dressed in loud gaudy silks and wears several rings on each finger. Clean shaven with close cropped hair he smiles at Qotho with a wide toothy grin, "No merchant that deserves the title would ever turn away such an offer!" Taking a quick look up and down Qotho he says, "You know I traveled the world far and wide before settling down to serve this town as its chief merchant, but I cannot place one like you, master....?"

Since those present, all two of them, both speak dwarvish let's assume that they are doing so and type in plain english."No forgiveness is required if no offense is given Master Bronzehall," Thair says putting a strange emphasis on Tyrell's name. "I have no trouble accepting you as a dwarf. I am more open minded than most of our people. But I have no further wish to mince words. It is late and I have work to do, so unless you have business, please, leave me be."

[Honor Guard]

Qotho, the Howling Jackal (http://www.giantitp.com/forums/showsinglepost.php?p=20114071&postcount=13)
Hit Points: 36 of 37, 7 Surges Remaining.
Conditions & Effects: None.
Action Points: One.

Qotho smiled, nodded at the short merchant, "I am Qotho, a jhaego of the Howling Jackal tribe far to the south. My companions and I were beset by kobold raiders, they were kind enough to provide us with the merchandise I am now able to provide to you. Some leather and hide armor, as well as slings, sling bullets, and an alchemical trap of some sort." He unslung the bundle on the counter as he began to browse the various wares of the shop, looking for scented oils, and a comb of some quality.

He looked down to Harahhi, "We'll soon return to the inn my Khal, and from there a warm bath and food for your belly! I can hear it growling like a rabid wolf from here." He looked up to the merchant, "As I told Master Thair, there is no reason to haggle over price, offer what is fair, and should we have the good fortune to come into further spoils, I will be sure to deliver them to your care in person."

[trysted]

Havelock the Quiet
Hit Points: 24 of 24, 8 Surges Remaining. Conditions & Effects: None. Action Points: One.

Havelock sits quietly at the bar with what she hopes is a wine. Then as Elyon heads over to the group, she quietly follows, doing her best to add an innocuous and friendly smile to the proceedings.

[Macros]

Elyon, closer to find Waldo

Character Sheet (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=629693)



HP: 27/27


AC: 16 FORT: 18 REF: 14 WILL: 11

INIT: -



Surges: 6/9




AP: 0



This time, Elyon really did wince. Again with the past tense! Was she the only one believing the old hunter could still be alive? Nonetheless, she was grateful for the information. Now, she had a clear direction.

"Yeah, he helped me out of a bad spot a year ago. I simply hope I can return the favor."

Inwardly, she knew the odds weren't good. No news for a few weeks were cause for alarm, otherwise she wouldn't be here. Still, if someone could manage it, it was the old coot. He did teach her to survive in the wilderness, after all.

Man, if it turns out he was alright the whole time and just forgot to send word, I'm going to be mad.

It was probably too late to leave right now, meaning she'll have to spend the night here. Another few hours wasted. Taking a deep breath, she tried to offer a smiling face to the small army of kids around her.

"Sorry for borrowing your storyteller, you can have him back. Stay safe."
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[ArcturusV]

Jorgen Wildrunner - Still Max HP, Only Down one Healing Surge

Well now, his big, orc ears were listening sharply at what happened at the inn. A scholar of some sort, a local historian. And ruins to the south, supposedly with "Dragon Bones". An old hold of Nerath, and perhaps now infested by Kobolds he reasoned, considering the recent Kobold Attacks the town guard had spoken of, the missing hunter, and the details about the ruins.

It seemed logical enough to him.

He waved Elyon back over from the Storyteller, letting the man get on with telling the kids some random story from the distant past. He was paying rapt attention himself, legends were a part of living history after all, and many of them did tend to hold at least half truths to the past, it was worth not dismissing them entirely just because it was a children's tale.

When Elyon got back, he gave the barbarian a nod, "I'm planning an expedition to the ruins around Winterhaven myself. If you wish to consider still traveling with together, we can make that ruin our first destination, looking for your friend, while I catalogue the location. I imagine there will be more Kobolds there."

[trysted]

Havelock the Quiet
Hit Points: 24 of 24, 8 Surges Remaining. Conditions & Effects: None. Action Points: One.


I think I'd like to join you for that, if you will permit it, says Havelock quietly, I do believe I can be useful.

[PallentisLunam]

At the children's urging Eilian launches into a tale of heroes and dragons. He is clearly somewhere in the middle of it, apparently this is a nightly past time for him and the children.

An elf woman enters the tavern. She wears a heavy green cloak drawn tightly around her but with the hood down. She goes to the bar, sits alone, and orders a drink.

A few minutes later a middle aged man, powerfully built, pushes the door open. He walks in a takes a seat at an empty table. Each group of villagers he passes doff their hats and nod to him or touch their brows as a sign of respect. Once he is seated a few villages wander over and exchange small talk for a few minutes before returning to their own seats.

Bairwin sorts through the collected gear of the kobolds. He lets out a small gasp at the urn and handles it very carefully. While he does so Qotho is able to find a simple wooden hair brush, marked for a raven, that will suit Harahhi's needs. He also finds several perfumes and oils but they are quite expensive. The cheapest among them is two crowns an ounce.

After a few minutes Bairwin calls from the front of the store, "Master Qotho." When Qotho returns to the counter Bairwin smiles and waves his hands over the merchandise. "Shall we say thirty-two crowns?"

[Estralita]

Korinn watched the conversation with curiosity.Then she approached Elyas cautiously. "What's wrong?"

[Macros]

Elyon, out of clever ideas for this title

Character Sheet (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=629693)



HP: 27/27


AC: 16 FORT: 18 REF: 14 WILL: 11

INIT: -



Surges: 6/9




AP: 0



"Nothing, just looking for a moron who managed to get lost around here. And then kicking his ass for making me go through all this."

Stiffling a sigh, she turned toward the two wizards.

"But thanks. I appreciate the help. Don't know what I'll do after that, but I'll owe you one."

For now, all she could do was rest in order to be ready tommorrow. She watched with mild curiosity the two newcomers. They certainly stuck out among the other villagers... though she supposed the same could be said about her and her travelling companions.

[Honor Guard]

Qotho, the Howling Jackal (http://www.giantitp.com/forums/showsinglepost.php?p=20114071&postcount=13)
Hit Points: 36 of 37, 7 Surges Remaining.
Conditions & Effects: None.
Action Points: One.

Qotho pondered for a moment, thirty-two crowns from the merchant, twenty-four crowns from the smith, split between the eight companions would amount to seven crowns each. He dropped the comb and a one ounce vial of the scented oil on the counter. "More than reasonable Master Bairwin, though I will be buying these for Khal'Harahhi. As I said, once we conclude our patrol of the area around Winterhaven for Lord Padriag we may well be concluding a more sizable transaction for your shoppe." With Harahhi assistance he was able to count out, and separate the shares of the profit, deducting the cost of comb and oil from his own. "Be well my friend, the girl is weary, and the air grows chill, time to venture to Wrafton's and sample their wares."

[PallentisLunam]

"And to you, my friend!" Bairwin calls waving a hand that jangles with all of it's jewelry. The door clacks softly behind Qotho and Harahhi as they pass out into the night.

[Estralita]

Korinn considered for a moment? Could this disappearance be related to the evil cult she needed to stop? Perhaps she could ask more of her former companions when she had more of the facts. But right now, she needed to get those facts. It was time to go to the temple to inquire.She nodded her goodbye to Elyon, and headed out.

[Necroticplague]

Kanska Eglonde, Werewolf Thief

Character Sheet (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=630721)



HP: 23/26


AC: 17 FORT: 13 REF: 18 WILL: 11

INIT: 8



Surges: 7


Ongoing Effects:

AP: 1



With the conversation about the journey to the cemetary, Kanska takes short break from nursing a cheap drink to pipe up. "Oh, no problem. Can always figure what you owe once we get back."

[Honor Guard]

Qotho, the Howling Jackal (http://www.giantitp.com/forums/showsinglepost.php?p=20114071&postcount=13)
Hit Points: 36 of 37, 7 Surges Remaining.
Conditions & Effects: None.
Action Points: One.

With relatively little circling back, Qotho was able to find Wrafton's. He strode in, noticed a collection of young children seated by the hearth at the knees of what appeared a story teller. He smiled at Harahhi, even as she tugged his hand, "Yes my Khal, please make yourself comfortable by the fire and listen to your elders tales. I will secure food, lodging and a bath for you."

As she scampered off in her ill fitting armor, he walked boldly to the bar that ran the length of the tavern hall, picked out his comrades from earlier he smiled. Then turned his attention towards the innkeep, "Lodgings for three, two beds in a common room is fine, and one private room, some meat and mead, and a bath for the young one."

[PallentisLunam]

"All of our rooms are private, sir, and quite affordable. Call it four crowns even," the innkeeper winks a Qotho, "Name's Salvana. Wrafton. The kid yours?" she asks nodding towards Harahhi.

Following Salvana's directions, the temple is easy enough to find. It is a well worked stone affair with a shingled roof and sturdy wooden doors. Candle light burns in the two narrow arches that flank the main entrance. Sculpted in bas relief over the doorway are three waves, the symbol of Avandra.

[Estralita]

Korinn smiled, and entered.

[PallentisLunam]

Pushing open the heavy wooden door causes a loud creak. Inside, the small temple is lit by a variety of candles on various types of stands. The place smells strongly of a sweet incense. The are a dozen simple wooden pews split by a center aisle leading to the stone steps topped by a dais and a pulpit. Behind these are three alcoves each with its own rack of candles in front of a small statue. Kneeling before the altar is a woman in a simple brown robe. At the sound of Korinn's entrance she rises and turns to face the door. Bowing respectfully she calls out in a sweet voice, "Welcome, holy warrior of the sun god."

[ArcturusV]

Jorgen Wildrunner - At the Inn

Jorgen shrugged at the mention of debts owed. It was the nature of life after all, and while he didn't care that much about the accumulation of wealth and favors, he also didn't really feel like fighting the system either.

For a few moments he seemed lost in thought, contemplating the grain of the wood in the inn's floorboards, puzzling over something, his half blood tusks chewing a bit on his lip as he seemed to be considering something. Finally his hand patted at his coin pouch, hearing the clink there. Using his staff to lever himself up, he walked over towards where Qotho was talking to the innkeeper. Remaining silent, hands on his staff, waiting for his turn, he spoke up only when Qotho and Salvana were finished.

"I'd like to procure a room, and three meals ready for travel, if you please," perhaps an odd request, since most people seemed ready to sit down for the night here, but he had an odd thought in mind, and if Salvana looked like she would question it, "I wanted to bring a warm meal to the gate guards." It was that simple. A small kindness towards those that kept the city safe from the dangers of the wilds. If he was operating here long term, it would be good as well to make sure that they knew Jorgen as a cultured, and respected, civilized man, rather than some frothing mad beserker, beating things to a pulp with his crude stick. It at the very least might help him not appear to be some rowdy traveler who was going to cause trouble either.

Of course he also considered it might make him seem suspicious, currying favor. But he guessed that warm food on a cold night would counter natural suspicion of favors.

[Honor Guard]

Qotho, the Howling Jackal (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=645499)
Hit Points: 36 of 37, 7 Surges Remaining.
Conditions & Effects: None.
Action Points: One.

He smiled broadly at Salvana, "My child? No, I am a jhaego warrior, we do not take bride's, she is my charge, and I am sworn to protect her life with my own." He turned, looking affectionately at the young girl as she listened to Eilian's tale, completly enraptured, "The hot water is for her, can you have a basin set up in her room for me? And if Lord Padriag comes in, let me know, I do not know the man other than by a just reputation."

He tossed a small pouch of coin towards the Innkeep, "For the rooms, the meal and the bath for the child. With my thanks." He then turned his broad shoulders and walked towards the young warrior he had shed blood with on the Kings Road, several of the other's seemed to be gathered at her table as well, "Elyon was it?" He slid a chair out from under the table, and dropped heavily into it, he took out several small purses and tossed them to the companions from the Road. "Your share of the spoils from the raiders on the Road. We have shed blood in battle, now let us celebrate that it is our attackers that provide meals for the wolves and the ravens, and not us." With that he raised his flagon to his fellows.

[Macros]

Elyon, Northern Barbarian

Character Sheet (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=629693)



HP: 27/27


AC: 16 FORT: 18 REF: 14 WILL: 11

INIT: -



Surges: 6/9




AP: 0



"Don't bother, Jorgen, I already paid for our rooms. Least I could do."

She looked a bit surprised when Qotho came to give everyone their share of the spoils from the battle earlier. Somehow, she had completely forgot about that.

"Eh, thanks." Taking back her own drink, she answered the southerner's toast in kind. "We'll have to do this again someday, it was kind of fun."

[PallentisLunam]

At Qotho's mention of Padriag, Salvana nods towards the middle aged man sitting alone sipping from a flagon. "That's him," she says, "I'll have the arrangements made just as you request." Turning to Jorgen, Salvana whistles sharply and a girl appears at her side. Salvana tells her to warm up and bring out a couple of pies wrapped in linen. With a friendly smile she tells Jorgen, "Six ravens for three meals."

[ArcturusV]

Jorgen Wildrunner

Jorgen nods, and taking out his coin pouch carefully counts out 6 of the silver marks, putting them down on the counter in front of Silvana. He figured she wouldn't want to take the coin right out of his hand, instinctual distrust of predatory creatures after all, such as he was. He smiled widely at her, "Thank you kindly ma'am. I'm sure the guards will thank you as well."

Giving a nod towards Elyon, he called out to her, "I should return shortly, and Erathis bless the charitable soul."

[Honor Guard]

Qotho, the Howling Jackal (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=645499)
Hit Points: 36 of 37, 7 Surges Remaining.
Conditions & Effects: None.
Action Points: One.

He smiled as the warror shared his toast, "It is my intention to settle in this town for some time, it is said that the Lord, Padriag, is an honest man. A stable community far from where our," he looked to the small child listening to the old man's tales, "enemies would not look for us." He nodded towards the table where Salvana had indicated the Lord was seated.

"That is Lord Padriag, it is my intention to offer my services in cleaning out the raiders that plague the King's Road, yet such an undertaking would require strong companions. Would you be interested Elyon? You showed a strength and vigor in battle earlier this afternoon, a strength that even the jhaego would be forced to respect."

[Macros]

Elyon, Northern Barbarian

Character Sheet (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=629693)



HP: 27/27


AC: 16 FORT: 18 REF: 14 WILL: 11

INIT: -



Surges: 6/9




AP: 0



Elyon considered the offer. She had to admit, it was a rather interesting prospect.

"Well, I'm always up for a good fight. It'll have to wait for a bit, though ; I have to go drag someone out of whatever mess he fell into. Old burial site southwest from there. After this, though... I don't really have any plans, so this might be a good way to earn a living."

Taking a sip from her drink, she spared a glance toward Harahhi. The mention of "ennemies" from Qotho explained a few things about the unlikely pair, though she had to wonder what kind of coward went after little girls.

"If you don't mind me asking, what's the story with the kid? Bit young to already have people coming after her."

[PallentisLunam]

Three linen wrapped bundles are placed on the bar in front of Jorgen. Salvana smiles, nods, and scoops his coin off the counter into her hand and wanders down the bar to the till.

The wind blows strongly plucking at clothing and hair with icy fingers. It whistles loudly through the buildings of the town, causing the lanterns to dance wildly on their poles and their flames to flicker madly. A pair of guardsmen huddle in the arch under the gate trying desperately to stay warm using a small fire tucked away an alcove leading to a set of stairs. The gates are barred and the portcullis is down. This can be discerned because a window, at about face level in the gate, is open in order to allow the guards to see and challenge any approaching person.

[Estralita]

Korrin smiled and nodded in acknowledgement. "It is a pleasure to be here, although my reasons are less than pleasant. I have been told that there is a dangerous cult brewing in the area?

[PallentisLunam]

As the woman walks forward Korinn can see that she is elderly but not frail. Thin strands of wispy grey hair frame her face. She waves the dragonborn inside and bids her to close the door behind her. "My lady told me to expect you and that you would bring change," She says in the same sweet voice. "But the idea of a cult in Winterhaven. It's just not possible. The people of Winterhaven are good people. You won't find any evil here. And if there were a cult in the area I'm sure I would have heard of something, either from mortal or divine lips."

[ArcturusV]

Outside

Jorgan walks openly towards the gate, casting a light cantrip on his staff, so it was glowing and showing his approach (As well as avoiding stepping in some horse pile or tripping over a loose stone). As he drew closer, he held up the bundle, calling out to them, "Fresh food, just from the Inn minutes ago," towards them.

He had a wide smile on his face, friendly expression, staff leading the way, the bundle in one arm, holding it out for the guards. "Cold night, figured you'd want some warm food."

[PallentisLunam]

One of the guards waves Jorgen over into the hollow of the gate. Bowing deeply he says, "Bless you, stranger!" and takes one of the bundles unwrapping it in a flash and digging in with his fingers. He makes appreciative noises as he wolfs down the pie. His companion is slightly older and a little more wary. Keeping a careful eye on Jorgen he sets his pie politely to the side and addresses himself to the wizard, "And what prompts such kindness from a traveler?" he asks.

[ArcturusV]

Jorgen took one of the pies into his own mouth, biting down on it and holding it there. He reached into his shirt, pulling out the holy symbol of Erathis that he wore so it laid out openly. Taking up the pie in hand, a bite missing now, he replied. "The Goddess guides me, and asks I help those who safeguard her peoples." His voice was solemn, giving a nod, before taking another bite.

He looked over to the less suspicious guard, and asked, "Do you mind if I..." and pointed to his glowing staff and waggled his fingers a bit. He showed what he was doing, his fingers making a small gesture towards his own boots. "Nice and toasty. I imagine your feet are cold, standing around out here." It was just a simple little prestidigitation, but still, small comforts, warm socks to ward off the cold. If they showed signs of wanting to heat up, he'd hit them with the cantrip as well, keeping their feet nice and toasty.

Nodding towards the outside of town, he asked, "The cold keep trouble at bay, or are your Kobolds getting more daring with the northern chills?"

[Estralita]

Korinn grimaced slightly. "Okay then. Do you know of a man named Kalarel?"

[PallentisLunam]

Tyrell, though puzzled respects the smith's wishes. He returns to Wrafton's, pondering Thair's behavior.

Sister Linora frowns and reaches a hand under her hood to tug at her ear. "No, I don't know that name. I'm sorry, whatever brought you here, there is no cult."

The more wary guard shakes his head at Jorgen's offer of magical comfort, "There is no reason for you to worry for the safety of this town. The kobolds do not dare come within sight of our walls, in any weather." Giving a stern glare to his fellow the guard leans back against the cold stone wall. Cradling his halberd in the crook of his elbow he unwraps his pie and nods towards Jorgen and says, "My thanks," before taking a bite.

His fellow ignores the older man but doesn't take Jorgen up on his offer either.

[Honor Guard]

Qotho, the Howling Jackal (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=645499)
Hit Points: 36 of 37, 7 Surges Remaining.
Conditions & Effects: None.
Action Points: One.


"Well, I'm always up for a good fight. It'll have to wait for a bit, though ; I have to go drag someone out of whatever mess he fell into. Old burial site southwest from there. After this, though... I don't really have any plans, so this might be a good way to earn a living."

Taking a sip from her drink, she spared a glance toward Harahhi. The mention of "enemies" from Qotho explained a few things about the unlikely pair, though she had to wonder what kind of coward went after little girls.

"If you don't mind me asking, what's the story with the kid? Bit young to already have people coming after her."

Qotho's face hardened for a moment, as he considered the young warrior's question. He stared over the brim of his drink, questioning her intentions, and in the end, his emotions battling on his face he began to speak, softly.

"Harahhi and I hail from the jhaego tribes far to the south. I was a young warrior, of a small clan, but given a great honor to ride with her father, Khal'Jhaego, his Khal included over ten thousand warriors, and he chose me as one of his personal warriors, of his blood." He paused, took a sip of his mead as he continued, his eyes unfocused looking to his past, "The beastmen of the steppes had raided my Khal's tents while we were at war, and taken from him that which he held most dear, his bride, and his child. He came to me, knowing that the other warriors would see his sentiment as weak, he entrusted their care to me, but he could spare no other warriors. And so it was I found their lair, and stole deep within it, only to find his bride, desecrated by their unnatural savagery, with her dying breath she begged me, a simple warrior with recovering her daughter. So I did, and in the ensuing pursuit, I earned this," he touched the scar that ran over his eye and down his cheek, "a reminder of the small good that I have done in the world."

He barked a laugh, and drained the rest of his cup, "Failure is not taken kindly by the jhaego, it is a sign of weakness. I had been tasked with returning the Khal's bride, and his daughter, and yet returned only with his daughter. So I was to be killed, my weakness culled from Khal'Jhaego. If not for her pleas to her father, I would have died that night. Instead, he came to me, told me to flee north, to protect Harahhi with my life. And so I do. THAT my friend, is the story."

[PallentisLunam]

Taking a seat at the table and order his meal, Tyrell glances over at Qotho, "But that is not the whole story, my friend. That's only the story up until shortly before our paths crossed."

[Estralita]

Korinn frowned; her eyes narrowing. Maria wouldn't have sent her here for no reason.But the Sister truly knew nothing? "Are you sure?

Time for an Insight check! ( if I'm allowed)
[roll0]

[PallentisLunam]

Sister Linora nods, adamant in her beliefs, "You are mistaken, dragonborn."

As far as you can tell Linora is telling you what she believes to be the truth.

[Estralita]

Korinn's expression softened, replacing suspicion with concern. "Well, is there anyone else here I can talk to? Someone who might know more." She attempted to keep her voice even, but her mind was racing? What should she do if know one here knew anything? Was Maria lying to her? Korinn would have said MAria wouldn't do that, but she had been spectacularly wrong before...

[PallentisLunam]

Sister Linora scratches her head. "Maybe Lord Padriag would know something that I don't but I'm telling you there's nothing to know. However I would ask that you not scare the people of this town with stories of cults and strange men."

[Macros]

Elyon, Northern Barbarian

Character Sheet (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=629693)



HP: 27/27


AC: 16 FORT: 18 REF: 14 WILL: 11

INIT: -



Surges: 6/9




AP: 0



"That's stupid."

Elyon's reaction to Qotho's story was blunt, to say the least.

"Way I see it, you didn't fail at all. Sometimes, bad things happen, that's just how things are. You still managed to save the kid."

Not only did those guys do nothing to save their own clansmen, they banished the one who actually gave a damn, and apparently some of them went as far as trying to kill them? Elyon could admit she was a rather selfish person, but that tale did manage to severely annoy her.

[Honor Guard]

Qotho, the Howling Jackal (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=645499)
Hit Points: 36 of 37, 7 Surges Remaining.
Conditions & Effects: None.
Action Points: One.

He smiled at Tyrell, eager to be done with the story, "That is true my friend, but perhaps that tale best be saved for another night?" As Elyon commented though, Qotho turned and smiled, almost sadly, "Life on the steppes is harsh, violent, and brutal. It is beautiful too, and endless sea of stars above your head, the singing of the shifting sands at night, the feel of a steed between your thighs as you fly over the rocks and the sand. I ask that you not judge them over harsh, while you may find their ways savage, their ways allow them to survive the lands of my birth."

He took another drink of mead, "These are stories left in the past, we have yet to write a new story, would you accompany me to speak with that man," he pointed at the table where a middle aged man was sipping from a flagon, "on good accounts that is Lord Padriag, and I would offer our services in clearing his roads for him. Securing us a place within this community for a time, what say you?"

[PallentisLunam]

Tyrell quaffs his mead and digs into his meal. "You know I stand with you Qotho."

[Macros]

Elyon, Northern Barbarian

Character Sheet (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=629693)



HP: 27/27


AC: 16 FORT: 18 REF: 14 WILL: 11

INIT: -



Surges: 6/9




AP: 0



"Hm. I guess there's no harm in talking to him."

It was indeed a good opportunity. Truth be told, fighting was one of the few things Elyon was good at, she might as well get paid for it when she gets the chance.

[Honor Guard]

Qotho, the Howling Jackal (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=645499)
Hit Points: 36 of 37, 7 Surges Remaining.
Conditions & Effects: None.
Action Points: One.

With that, he nodded to both Tyrel and Elyon, stood up and walked over to the table where Lord Padriag was drinking. He nodded to the man, "Good evening Lord Padriag, my name is Qotho, my companions and I are recently arrived to your town. On our journey here, perhaps a half day east by way of the Kings Road, we were beset by raiders, I am curious, does this happen often? If so it must affect your merchant trains, trade and commerce?"

[PallentisLunam]

Lord Padriag looks Qotho over carefully for a moment before responding. "You've encountered the kobolds that have turned the King's Road into their personal hunting grounds," he says evenly reading Qotho's response like a gambler judging an opponent. "Those beasts vex me sorely, yet the villagers refuse to recognize the seriousness of the problem. Attacks are growing more frequent and yes, it is interrupting trade, among other things. You at least, Master Qotho, seem unhurt and capable of handling yourself. If your companions are of the same caliber, I don't suppose you'd be interested in taking a commission from me? Something is stirring the kobolds up and I want answers. I promise I can pay well for your services."

[Estralita]

Korinn nods one final time. "Alright, I will go see him. Do you know where he might be,Sister?"

[PallentisLunam]

Sister Linora nods, "His is the manner house to the north, inside the second wall. But I doubt the guards will allow you to trouble our lord this late in the evening. He may be at Wrafton's. It is his wont to take a drink with his subjects there from time to time. Otherwise I'm afraid your conversation will have to wait until morning."

[Estralita]

"Then I will seek him there. And if he is not there, I will retire until the morrow. Thank you, Sister." With that, Korinn turned and left the temple, heading back to the inn.

[PallentisLunam]

"May your luck be blessed," the sister calls closing the door behind Korinn.

[Estralita]

Korinn smiled as she headed back to the Inn.

[PallentisLunam]

Qotho strokes his beard and considers the lord's offer. "I believe that we have found a mutual solution to our problems Lord Padriag."

"Mutual?" the noble returns raising an eyebrow.

"I am Jhego out of the south." Qotho explains. "I travel with my ward, Harahhi and we have sought out your town specifically for certain, traits it possesses. It is secluded and it is far from those who would wish us harm. If you would extend to her, as a queen in exile, the protection of your walls, my companions and I will, in return, remove your kobold problem."

Padriag leans back in his chair, studying Qotho, Harahhi, and the other adventurers. He takes a long pull on his mead before nodding to the warrior. "Aye, I will shelter you and your charge. I offer you and your companions fifty gold pieces each plus rights of salvage to the beast's warrens in exchange for your services."

Qotho extends his hand and the two men shake on their pact. Padriag tells Qotho that he believe the beasts are living somewhere on the northwest edge of the Gardbury Downs. Returning to the table Qotho share this information and the terms of the contract with his fellows. He also suggests that everybody get a good night's sleep so that they can start bright and early in the morning.



Dawn breaks over the town of Winterhaven. Roosters crow out in the valley, calling farmers to their harvests as the chill winds of autumn whistle through their fields.

[Macros]

Elyon, Northern Barbarian

Character Sheet (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=629693)



HP: 27/27


AC: 16 FORT: 18 REF: 14 WILL: 11

INIT: -



Surges: 6/9




AP: 0




"Well, I suppose that's it for tonight."

Stiffling a yawn, Elyon was decided to follow Quotho's advice. Tomorrow would probably be a long day.

Is the location anywhere close to the old burial site?

[PallentisLunam]

http://i1380.photobucket.com/albums/ah184/Pallentis/Winterhaven%20Large%20Area_zpsvwvrvagt.png

[EnglishKitsune]

Tyrell Bronze Hall, Cleric of Moradin

Character Sheet (https://drive.google.com/file/d/0B2ISJpSitZSoX1FRRUFHSElEQWs/view)



HP: 22


AC: 16 FORT: 12 REF: 11 WILL: 17

INIT: 17 (Dex:-1)



Surges: 7


Ongoing Effects: None

AP: 1



Tyrell would be up before the Cockerel, as was his way. Quietly packing his things and leaving his bunk made he went downstairs and stoked the fire back into a decent flame. There he would kneel and say his prayers to Moradin. His voice soft and almost flowing over the often guttural Dwarfish prayer.

Once his prayers were done he would stand up and sit at a nearby table either chatting to the owners, if they were up, or sitting there in quiet contemplation.

[PallentisLunam]

Salvana's voice can be heard through the archway behind the bar but her words cannot be made out clearly through the heavy curtain that hangs there. A few moments later she steps out of the kitchen, sweeping the curtain aside. She starts at Tyrell sitting in the common room. Putting a hand to her chest she says, "Avandra's grace mister! You'll give a person a heart attack being up and about at this hour." Glancing over at the fire she laughs, "You didn't have to do that, but I thank you for it. Can I get you something to eat?"

[EnglishKitsune]

Tyrell Bronze Hall, Cleric of Moradin

Character Sheet (https://drive.google.com/file/d/0B2ISJpSitZSoX1FRRUFHSElEQWs/view)



HP: 22


AC: 16 FORT: 12 REF: 11 WILL: 17

INIT: 17 (Dex:-1)



Surges: 7


Ongoing Effects: None

AP: 1



Tyrell smiles and shrugs at Salvana's response. Feeling better for the company.

"It's just my way Ma'am, in the Bronzehall you could go for days without seeing the sun. As such it has never ruled much over my timekeeping. The forge-fires offered more heat and comfort. If I may, a mug of ale and some fresh bread would be very much appreciated. If the chickens have been kind, maybe a hard boiled egg?"

He smiled at this last one. Times could change, places my fade. But you could always count on a hard boiled egg to greet the morning.

[PallentisLunam]

"The bread and the egg I can do no problem," Salvana says. Spotting the symbol of Moradin hanging from Tyrell's neck she gets a curious look on her face, "Well that explains the call for ale before breakfast, but I don't assume you can actually drink like a dwarf, can you? Although you must be something special. It's not very often one sees a man blessed by the Dwarf Father."

[Estralita]

Having apparently just missed his Lordship, Korinn rented a room to stay the night. As was her custom, Korinn woke with the sun, which meant she had some time before it would be acceptable to to seek his Lordship. So she walked over to get some breakfast, and see who else was up to talk to.

[PallentisLunam]

Salvana smiles cheerily as Korinn descends the stairs. With a teasing look at Tyrell she says, "See this is more like it. Rise with the dawn, don't beat the sun to the start of the day." Glancing briefly into the kitchen she checks on the progress of breakfast and says, "Shouldn't be long now."

[Macros]

Elyon, Northern Barbarian

Character Sheet (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=629693)



HP: 27/27


AC: 16 FORT: 18 REF: 14 WILL: 11

INIT: -



Surges: 9/9




AP: 1



Perhaps lured out by the smell, Elyon entered the room, apparently still half-asleep. She really was beginning to think that sleeping in a bed was dulling her senses. Well, the day ahead would need her well-rested. Looking at the people already up,, she made a small greeting gesture.

"Hey."

Korinn and... Tyral? No, Tyrell, she believed. She didn't talk all that much with them yesterday, but she might as well start to get to know them, if she was going to work with them for the days to come.

[PallentisLunam]

Salvana snaps her fingers and a server brings out a tray with two breakfasts on it, one with a hardboiled egg. She sets the food down in front of Tyrell and Korinn. Salvana brings out a third plate for Elyon. "Breakfast is on the house folks," she says with a warm smile.

[Estralita]

Korinn smiled in response to the barbarian. "Good morning. What sort of plans do you have today?"

[Macros]

Elyon, Northern Barbarian

Character Sheet (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=629693)



HP: 27/27


AC: 16 FORT: 18 REF: 14 WILL: 11

INIT: -



Surges: 9/9




AP: 1



"You certainly know how to make a girl happy."

Digging into her own plate, Elyon answered Korrin's question between two bites.

"Well, I'm going south to drag a friend out of whatever trouble he stumbled into. Then, I guess I might as well help with this kobold raids. If this lord Padriag is good to his word, I might as well see if he has any other odd job after that."

Well, one step at a time.

"With luck, we'll have things wrapped up before the end of the day. You want in?"

[EnglishKitsune]

Tyrell Bronze Hall, Cleric of Moradin

Character Sheet (https://drive.google.com/file/d/0B2ISJpSitZSoX1FRRUFHSElEQWs/view)



HP: 22


AC: 16 FORT: 12 REF: 11 WILL: 17

INIT: 17 (Dex:-1)



Surges: 7


Ongoing Effects: None

AP: 1



Before the others came down Tyrell would shrug and answer Salvana's query.

"While I am not a Dwarf, I was raised by them, and have adopted some of their ways. In the mines water can often be stagnant and poor quality, not even suited for dunking hot metal into. Ale is a safer bet to greet the day, if you want to see the end of it. As for special, I guess so, I was found by the priests of the All-Father as a babe, and raised by them, as such pledging my life to the God that deemed me important."

By this time he had been joined by Korrin and Elyon, he would greet them as breakfast is brought to them.

"Morning both, how does this day find you?"

Tyrell would crack open his egg with an experienced tap with a knife, and dug into his breakfast with a simple comfort. Listening to Elyon he would nod in agreement.

"Qotho and I plan on heading South as well, in an agreement with the Lord to deal with these Kobolds. In exchange for your help we would happily in turn help you find your friend."

To Korrin he would add.

"The offer was extended to all of our party from yesterday's incident. It pays 50 gold and whatever we can salvage, plus as Elyon said will probably open up Padriag to more requests."

[Necroticplague]

Kanska Eglonde, Sleeping Dog not being let to Lie

Character Sheet (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=630721)



HP: 26/26


AC: 17 FORT: 13 REF: 18 WILL: 11

INIT: -



Surges: 8


Ongoing Effects:

AP: 1



With the increasing clatter of noise in the tavern, a sizeable hound that had been sleeping found itself roused to wakefullness. It streatches itself out before standing back up on its own two feet in it's human for,. Groggily dragging herself inside to see her newfound partners chatting, she takes a seat while some of the other talk, trying to rouse herself more awake. "You guys are up early."

[trysted]

Havelock Vet,last to wake

Character Sheet (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=630304)



HP: 24/24


AC: 13 FORT: 12 REF: 13 WILL: 14

INIT: -



Surges: 8


Ongoing Effects:

AP: 1



Havelock with her customary aplomb, saunters down to the group. Hey boys, you all ready to go? she says in what she hopes will be a smirk, though in reality she's just glad everyone hasn't left yet. Because she's no longer interested in travelling this road alone. But a relieved smirk is difficult to pull off. Last night we were planning on heading south to some ruins. Has anything changed?

[Estralita]

"Hmm. As it happens, I wish to make contact with Lord Padriag myself, but was uncertain the best way to approach him. And I am a servant of Pelor, so stopping the Kobold raids would be a worthy task in itself. If you are all wiling, I would be happy to join your group."

[PallentisLunam]

Qotho and Harahhi descend the stairs together and take places at the table. "My friends, it would seem that the others left us in the night. I knocked at the doors to their rooms and they did not answer. But we still have a job to do and I still believe that we have the strength to do it. Shall we depart?"

[Estralita]

Korinn nods emphatically. "A paladin is always ready."

[Macros]

Elyon, Northern Barbarian

Character Sheet (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=629693)



HP: 27/27


AC: 16 FORT: 18 REF: 14 WILL: 11

INIT: -



Surges: 9/9




AP: 1



"Yeah, let's leave already. I'm sure we have enough people to handle a bunch of kobolds anyway."

[EnglishKitsune]

Tyrell Bronze Hall, Cleric of Moradin

Character Sheet (https://drive.google.com/file/d/0B2ISJpSitZSoX1FRRUFHSElEQWs/view)



HP: 22


AC: 16 FORT: 12 REF: 11 WILL: 17

INIT: 17 (Dex:-1)



Surges: 7


Ongoing Effects: None

AP: 1



Tyrell would grin and nod towards Harahhi as he shouldered his pack and hefted his spear.

"I do not think this trip is suitable for the young Lady my friend. With our diminished size I am not sure how well we can protect her. Perhaps it is best she stayed here? I'm sure she'll be safe and then we can be back all the sooner.

[PallentisLunam]

Qotho shakes his head, "Even here I will not leave Harahhi alone. Her protection was a term of our agreement with Lord Padriag, so until the kobolds are dealt with he has no duty to her. Besides even this far corner of the world might not be safe for her."

Harahhi puts one hand on her hip and the other on the hilt of her sword. Displying a brief glimmer of her regal bearing she says, "And I can take care of myself. I am jhego, and a princess."

Qotho chuckles and tussles Harahhi's hair. "Yes you are child."

[EnglishKitsune]

Tyrell Bronze Hall, Cleric of Moradin

Character Sheet (https://drive.google.com/file/d/0B2ISJpSitZSoX1FRRUFHSElEQWs/view)



HP: 22


AC: 16 FORT: 12 REF: 11 WILL: 17

INIT: 17 (Dex:-1)



Surges: 7


Ongoing Effects: None

AP: 1



Tyrell nods, and opens the door, offering a small bow to Harahhi as they file out into the morning air.

"You are quite right, my apologies both. Let us all be underway then, first to search for Elyon's Friend, then on to deal with the Kobolds. Let us hope that both are relatively easy tasks."

Fast Forward to the Burial Site/Next scene?

[PallentisLunam]

Having visited Winterhaven and spoken with several of its inhabitants, the party of adventurers, much reduced from the original motley band that met on the King's Road, strikes out south in search of Douven Staul, a wayward friend of one of the heroes. The party has a general set of directions to what Douven seems to believe is the site of a dragon burial mound.

Following a series of smaller roads towards their destination, the party is about an hour's walk from town when they come upon a small graveyard of sorts near a bend in the road. Revealed from behind a copse of trees, standing in the middle of the path, is a man of the southern steppes. Bronzed, like Qotho, he speaks the trade tongue with a heavy accent and a rhythmic thrum, both artifacts of his heritage. "Did you think we would not find you, Sul'Adras?" He asks laying a hand on the hilt of his sword. A biting autumn wind whistles around the bend, plucking at the man's cloak and the causing the dust of the road to swirl around his legs.

Qotho jerks his scimitars free of his belt. "Harahhi, stay close!" he barks. The small girl fumbles with her short sword, dropping it in the dirt and scrambling to pick it up. Harsh laughter out of the surrounding woods echoes off the hills, Qotho's words cut it short, "Leave now and I will forget you came here. If you do the same and you may live." Settling into a ready stance with one blade held high and back, curving downward over his head, and the other low, out in front of himself, Qotho's next words chill the blood more than the icy wind, "Stay, and I will see you all dead."

[Necroticplague]

Kanska Eglonde, Werewolf Thief

Character Sheet (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=630721)



HP: 26/26


AC: 17 FORT: 13 REF: 18 WILL: 11

INIT: -



Surges: 8


Ongoing Effects:

AP: 1



In her form as a hound, hackles raise as Kanska's eyes look around for the rest of the men that must be lurking about, judging by both of their speech.
Whelp, looks like a fight's gonna go down, so:
Initiative:[roll0]

[PallentisLunam]

It quickly becomes clear to Kanska from the smells on the wind that the party is nearly surrounded (https://docs.google.com/drawings/d/1wyIW6AzUZS6BuNSlTx8ruuVGaraY1nJOtui0gdLTBb0/edit). Kanska can pick out shapes moving behind boulders and foliage. All of the southerners seem deceptively calm, their bodies relaxed, cruel smiles on their lips.

Qotho: [roll0]
Jhego Hit Squad: [roll1]

[Estralita]

One thing Korinn needed improve in her training was her reflexes. She turned to where she believed the attackers were, and readied herself as best she could.

[roll0]

[EnglishKitsune]

Tyrell Bronze Hall, Cleric of Moradin

Character Sheet (https://drive.google.com/file/d/0B2ISJpSitZSoX1FRRUFHSElEQWs/view)



HP: 22


AC: 16 FORT: 12 REF: 11 WILL: 17

INIT: (Dex:-1)



Surges: 7


Ongoing Effects: None

AP: 1



Tyrell would eye the opposing figure and grip his spear tight, ready to fight if needed.


Initiative: [roll0]

[trysted]

Havelock Vet,last to wake

Character Sheet (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=630304)



HP: 24/24


AC: 13 FORT: 12 REF: 13 WILL: 14

INIT: -



Surges: 8


Ongoing Effects:

AP: 1



Havelock, pulls out her wand readying a spell and looking for a center of the attacking group.


[roll0]

[Necroticplague]

Kanska Eglonde, Werewolf Thief

Character Sheet (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=630721)



HP: 26/26


AC: 17 FORT: 13 REF: 18 WILL: 11

INIT: 22



Surges: 8


Ongoing Effects:

AP: 1



Quick to take the offense, the dog bolts behind a nearby rock before quickly standing to lash her chain at the grunt's throat, dragging the weapon across their neck before bolting off for cover.
Move: Escape Artist's Trick to shift 3.
Minor: Form of the Wolf to change to human form (and shift 2, into space to lower-right of closest enemy (one directly on other side of bunch of rocks to the south)).
Standard: Melee Basic Attack at adjacent enemy. First Strike grants me Combat Advantage for this attack.
Free: Backstab
Attack Roll:[roll0](+3 backstab, +5 dex, +2 CA,+3 profeciency)
Damage: [roll1]+[roll2]+2=22 (2d4 weapon+5 DEX+2d6 sneak attack+1d6 backstab+2 weapon finesse)
Non-Action: Shift 2 to square I am on map.

[trysted]

Havelock Vet

Character Sheet (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=630304)



HP: 24/24


AC: 13 FORT: 12 REF: 13 WILL: 14

INIT: 21



Surges: 8


Ongoing Effects:

AP: 1



Seeing that the opponents are all spread out, Havelock goes for the most obvious threat, and sends a ray at the most obvious target; the one talking in the middle of the road.

Spell: Ray of Enfeeblement
Attack [roll0] (vs fortitude)
Damage [roll1] plus weakened until end of next turn.

[PallentisLunam]

The two archers stand from behind their boulders and loose arrows at Qotho, who plants himself firmly in from of Harahhi, taking both arrows to the chest. The man in the center of the road staggers from Havelock's bolt but with a feral snarl he lunges at the injured Qotho who raises his blades to protect himself. The two are a furious storm of steel, sparks, and flesh each lunging, slicing, feinting and parrying with murder in their eyes. Qotho is skilled and ferocious in defense of his princess but he is losing blood and having trouble breathing. The newcomer quickly gain the advantage when suddenly Harahhi darts around Qotho's leg and stabs his opponent in the side of his knee causing the man to cry out and lose his balance.

Kanska's chain flies out and tears into her opponent but just barely misses it's mark sinking into the man's chest rather than his throat. He staggers towards her throwing a dagger at her face from point blank range. The stand of trees behind Kanska rustles and the fifth man dives out of it to slash at her back.

Kanska's first opponent targets her with Distracting Shot [roll0]; Damage: [roll1] if he hits Kanska grants combat advantage to the other Jhego skirmisher who moved 6 to the square north of Havelock then shifted 2 to end up behind Kanska. He attacks her with his scimitar [roll2] plus 2 with CA; Damage: [roll3] plus [roll4] with CA

[Estralita]

Korinn may not always act swiftly, but she did act decisively. She pulled her weapon and lashed out at the one attacking Kanska, putting the wrath of Pelor himself into the strike.

So sorry, for some reason I thought there was another player between the last post and my turn.

Anyway, moving to the spot on the map and using Virtuous Strike, granting Korrin a +2 bonus to her saves

[roll0]
[roll1]

if it hits, using the feat Power of the Sun to give the guy Vulnerability Radiant 3

Minor Action using Divine Challenge on the Guy as well. -2 Penalty to attacks that don't include Korinn, and take 7 Radiant damage (+3 if Virtuous Strike hits)

[PallentisLunam]

Tyrell raises his holy symbol, which glows with a divine light completely separate from the morning sun, and calls out words of encouragement to Qotho. A bolt of radiant energy shoots from the hammer and anvil and strikes Qotho's enemy in the chest before dissipating in a shower of sparks that surround and restore Qotho.

Elyon unslings her immense sword and with a howl charges past the two fighters to the archers behind them. The Jhego leader slashes at her legs as she passes but his steel sings through empty air. She drops her blade low and sliding to a halt on the dirt road brings it up and across her opponent knocking him back with the force of her rage.

Necrotic you're up.

[Necroticplague]

Kanska barely manages to dodge the blows aimed her way. The first was off by a good portion, but she barely twists out of the second. And with close for comfort being a bit to close for her liking, she resorts to the classic technique she's learned for such situations: Stab someone who isn't paying close enough attention, then run like heck. A tactic she practices on the swordman who tried to ambush her, launching off across the battlefeild after a quick tumble and swipe.
Standard: Acrobatic Strike to shift 1 square to the right, into a flanking position, and then attack.
Attack:[roll0] (+5 DEX, +2 CA, +3 profeciency)
Damage:[roll1]+[roll2] (2d4 [w]+2d6 sneak attack +5 dex +2 weapon finesse)
Minor: Body of the Wolf to assume wolf shape
Move: Escape Artist's trick to shift 3 up and to the right.
nonaction: Shift one to the upper-left, to where I am on the map.

[trysted]

Havelock is not really a fan of enemies this close, so she winks at the close by Jhego and teleports away, and then follows up with a multicolored ball aimed at the Jhego that is still menacing Qotho.

Misty Step (Move action, teleport 5) followed by Color Orb using Wand of Accuracy during the flaming sphere.

Attack [roll0] vs will (3 for Dex Mod, 3 for Wand of Accuracy)

Damage [roll1] plus target is dazed until end of next turn.

[PallentisLunam]

The two Jhego swordsmen, Qotho and his opponent, are locked in a fierce and deadly dance. They fly apart briefly as Havelock's spell sails between them but then clash back together with renewed hatred. Qotho manages to land a few telling blows against his enemy while keeping himself and Harahhi protected.

The two archers raise their bows and fire at Elyon but the canny barbarian uses the blade of her sword to deflect the deadly threats.

The two skirmishers turn to face Korinn, one charges towards the boulder and in two bounds clears it to land behind the paladin. They both slice at the dragonborn.

Attacks: [roll0]
[roll1]
Damage: [roll2] plus [roll3]
[roll4] plus [roll5]

[Estralita]

Korinn could barely keep the grin off her face as she turned to her left and slammed the skirmisher with a special strike, sending bright sunlight off it in shock waves.

Using Valorous Smite on the skirmisher to the left. If it hits, all enemies within 3 are subject to divine sanction until her next turn

[roll0]
[roll1]

[PallentisLunam]

Tyrell shouts to Qotho, "I'm going to help the wild woman!" and races around the dueling Jhego towards Elyon. Gripping his holy symbol Tyrell lines up Elyon's foe behind it. "When the hammer falls that which is brittle breaks away," he intones and a red light, as that of a forge, streaks across the road towards the Jhego archer.

[roll]1d20+4/[roll] vs Will
On a hit the target becomes vulnerable 4 to all damage.

[Necroticplague]

With the one in armor performing the brave task of standing around like a ponce and attracting their blows, a wolf rounds the trees it had taken cover behind, lashing out with the chain that had seemed to merge into its skin in spots before bolting back into cover.

Move: escape Artist's Trick to shift 3 down and 1 to right.
Standard: Charge the Marauder on the right of Korrin.
Attack:[roll0] (+5 DEX, +3 profeciency, +2 CA, +1 charge bonus).
Damage:[roll1]+[roll2] (2d4[w]+2d6 sneak attack +5 dex +2 weapon finesse)
Non-action: Shift 3 back to where I am on the map.

[trysted]

Havelock Vet the Perturbed

Character Sheet (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=630304)



HP: 24/24


AC: 13 FORT: 12 REF: 13 WILL: 14

INIT: 21



Surges: 8


Ongoing Effects:

AP: 1



After missing a miss while using her Wand of Accuracy, Havelock shows a bit of chargrin. When in doubt, lets go for old reliable, she glowers and whips her wand frenetically as she lets out a bolt after bolt of force at the Jhego still fighting with Quotho.

Magic Missile, plus spend one AP to cast another MM, all at the same target.

Damage 10= (2+3 int) per MM

[PallentisLunam]

The Jhego leader goes down under Havelock's magical barrage. Qotho, breathing heavily whips around judging the scene.

The two Jhego archers shout curses in their mother tongues and each nocks two arrows and fires one at Elyon and one at Tyrell. The barbarian is able to deflect her quarry's arrow with her blade but the other one hits her low on her back. Tyrell's mail absorbs most of the arrow's energy leaving the two shafts lodged in the front of his armor.

Korinn's opponents, seeing their leader fall, turn to try and finish off the injured Qotho.

Both skirmishers provoke attacks of opportunity from Korinn as they move towards Qotho. One also provokes from Havelock.

[trysted]

Havelock takes a swing at one of the skirmishers as he passes by.


Opportunity Action
Attack [roll0] Strength vs AC

Damage: [roll1]

[PallentisLunam]

Slipping past both Havelock and Korinn the skirmishers flank Qotho and strike viciously at both the warrior and the child he protects. Steel sings, and clangs, sparks as the three men and young girl all fight for their lives. Qotho gets stabbed in the arm by one of the Jhego while protecting Harrahi, but he slays the cur with a back hand, however his movements are slowing, his breathing is becoming ragged.

[Estralita]

Korrin gritted her teeth as her axe was once again too slow. Still, she had a job to do, so she rushed the nearest enemy left, and slashed.

I might have accidentally screwed up the map, could someone take a look?

In any case, what I wanted to do was attack the skirmisher to the north of the road. If I can reach him ( and he's a valid target) Korrin will use Ardent Strike, putting Divine Sanction on him.
[roll0]
[roll1]

[PallentisLunam]

Struck down by holy vengeance the Jhego fighter crumples into a smoldering heap. Returning to Qotho's side, Tyrell heals his friend's wounds while Elyon savages the Jhego archer at the end of her sword.

The map was just a few ticks too far up. I fixed it.

[Necroticplague]

With more enmies fallen, the wolf bolts out of the copse it was behind,sprinting across the field to find a new position to strike from while returning to human form with a final burst of speed as she moves apposite to her less subtle ally.
Move: Move 7 squares.
Move: Move 7 squares.
Minor: Body of the Wolf the return to human form and shift 2 squares.

[trysted]

Havelock looks across and sees an lonely archer. All by yourself, she thinks to herself, here, let me pay you some attention.

She then whips her wand and fires off a another bolt of force.....


Magic Missile (Just one this time) 5 pts damage (2+int modifier).

[PallentisLunam]

Surprised by the bolt of force the archer staggers and returns fire at Havelock. His counterpart leaps backwards and looses an arrow at the shapeshifter.

Qotho, rejuvenated by Tyrell, tells Harahhi to stay with the cleric and rushes the lone archer, his blades singing through the air with a deadly thrum. The archer is able to deflect one blade with his bow but steel of Qotho's second scimitar bites deep into his leg.

Havelock: [roll0] Damage: [roll1]
Kanska: [roll2] Damage: [roll3]

[Estralita]

That one hit at least. But her job wasn't done ye. Korinn turned and saw the archer readying another attack, and ran up to meet him

One more Ardent Strike, for luck:

[roll0]
[roll1]

Luck is not with me

[PallentisLunam]

Tyrell calls down another bolt of forge fire directed at Qotho's opponent.

Attack: [roll0] vs. Reflex
Damage: [roll1]
On hit: Grant Qotho a +2 to his next attack

[Necroticplague]

With an ally near, Kanska moves to down the opponent, dodging it's arrow before striking at their legs.
Move: Acrobat's Trick to shift 2 up and 1 to left.
Standard:Charge, ending in a Melee Basic Attack.
Attack:[roll0] (+5 dex, +3 profeciency, +1 charge)
Damage:[roll1] (2d4[w], +5 DEX, +2 Weapon Finesse)
If this hits, knocks them prone.

[trysted]

Havelock, seeing an arrow go past her, decides to get out of her little box, and moves toward the archer battling Quotho.

She then sends a ball of fire to explode behind the archer.

Movement: Move 5 spaces diagonally down and to the left.

Scorching burst (on space immediately below archer, opposite quotho

Attack (Int vs Reflex) [roll0]

damage [roll1]

[PallentisLunam]

Kanska slays her opponent and Havelock sears his.

The archer fires a desperate arrow at Harahhi but Tyrell snatches her out of the way as it hisses past.

Elyon turns and races across the narrow roadway and slices the remaining archer's head clean off of his shoulders. Qotho sheaths his blades and rushes to Harahhi's side. "Come my princess, we must go. I was foolish to think it might be safe here," turning to the others he bows formally. "You all have my deepest gratitude, some day I promise to return the aid you have bestowed upon myself and my charge."

Tyrell puts a hand on Qotho's shoulder, "You're not getting rid of me that easily friend. Besides, you'll have need of a healer before long, I'm sure." Qotho nods and smiles at his friend.

Turning to the others Qotho raises a hand in farewell. "We shall meet again," he says, and the three of them begin the trek back down the road to town.

Okay so now the big question, do we:
1) Continue on with a three person party (I will be controlling Elyon until Doven Stual is rescued then she will leave as well)
2) Begin re-recruiting
or 3) Call it here

[PallentisLunam]

Elyon frowns, "I know he needs to protect the child, but this may make rescuing Douven that much harder..." gazing south she mumbles under her breath, "Whatever you've gotten yourself into, old man, just hang on." Turning to the others she speaks aloud, "Let's get a move on. We've already lost time."


After about another hour of walking the trees thin out. Situated between two gentle hills a steep-sided crater punctures the wilderness. From atop a rise east of the site the party can see several humanoid figures clustered near the center of the depression. Two large, lizardlike creatures near the crater rim stand alert, scanning the edge of the site.

The Crater (https://docs.google.com/drawings/d/1wyIW6AzUZS6BuNSlTx8ruuVGaraY1nJOtui0gdLTBb0/edit)

[Necroticplague]

A wolf perks up as it notices sentries. Hmmm...sentries typically mean there's something of value. Sentries near something that's partways underground means some kind of fortification. Taking advantage of their lupine form and practiced stealth, the wolf tries to move in a bit closer to see what they may be guarding.

Stealth:[roll0]

[PallentisLunam]

Slinking closer to the edge of the pit the wolf escapes notice and sees that there are indeed dragon bones in the center of the site. Obviously the people here have been excavating recently. The gnome near the northwest of the crater clutches a box tightly to his chest and appears to be taunting a bound man to the east of him.

[trysted]

Havelock hangs back and lets the wolf do its scouting. She's a big fan of letting those best at something, do what they are best at.

[Necroticplague]

Hmmm....a bound man. On one hand, Kanska's own habits have them want to free what looks like the victim here. Although, for all they know, there's a pretty good reason for the man being bound. Trying to act casual to appear as a normal animal, Kanska tries to move in closer to hear what the taunts could be about to reveal who's in the right in this scenario.

[PallentisLunam]

The gnome cackles and dances over to the bound man. "You have been oh so terribly helpful master Staul. Kalarel will be very pleased with me. And you, you will be dead," he turns to his rabble and draws his thumb across his throat.

One of them pulls a knife and begins walking towards the prisoner. The others look at the gnome, ignoring their cohort, "So you pay us now, right?"

[trysted]

Havelock's curiosity gets the best of her and she attempts to sneak up next to her wolf friend.



Movement: Move 5 next to Kanska.
Stealth:
[roll0]

[PallentisLunam]

Elyon whispers to Korinn "That's Douven down there. We need to help him!"

Korinn lays a hand on the barbarian's arm "We won't save him by rushing in blindly. We must wait for our cue."

[trysted]

Havelock decides to start things offer herself while the enemies are still bunched up, moves into position and begins casting.

Move 5, cast Freezing cloud centered on the center of the group of five.

Attack rolls: (For each person in group) Int vs Fort

[roll0]
[roll1]
[roll2]
[roll3]
[roll4]

Damage:

[roll5] (Miss is half damage). Lasts to end of next turn.

[Necroticplague]

Seeing the cloud begin to form, the wolf lunges at the nearby guard to catch them off guard before leaping back towards where most of its allies stand.

Standard: Charge top of the two lizards near us.
Attack: [roll0]
Damage: [roll1]+[roll2]
Move: escape Artist's Trick to Shift 3 away
Non-action: Shift 3 more as a result of Escape Artist's Trick

[PallentisLunam]

"And there it is!" Korinn says. She jumps up and races to the edge of the crater. Sliding down the side she springs towards the cluster of enemies and sprays a burst of acid across the rabble.

Elyon draws her axe and moves in to engage the other guard drake.

[roll0]
[roll1]
[roll2]
[roll3]
[roll4]

Damage: [roll5]

[trysted]

Havelock slips around the edge of the crater and whips her wand for another casting, centering the burst on the gnome.

Move Action: Move 5 around edge of crater.
Standard Action: Scorching Burst
Attack: [roll0] (Int vs Reflex)

Damage:
Gnome [roll1]
rabble [roll2]

Minor: Sustain Freezing cloud

[PallentisLunam]

Cursing loudly as his mercenaries fall around him the gnome waves his hand and fades into nothingness. His footprints circle around Korinn in the dirt. A muffled twang can be heard as an angry hissing sound races towards Havelock. The gnome shimmers back into view, clear of the freezing cloud, pointing a hand crossbow up at the Eladrin. He shouts a single word in draconic at his drakes causing both to rear up hissing and rattle their frills against their thickly scaled necks.

A sudden hail of sling stones comes sailing through the air. Two whistle towards Korinn and one arcs towards Havelock. The source is a halfling that has suddenly appeared on the far edge of the crater. Twirling his weapon over head he blows the dragonborn paladin a cheeky kiss as she falls to the dirt.

The gnome turns invisible as a reaction to being damaged, moves 4 to his current position, and fires his crossbow, with advantage, at Havelock before reappearing.

Attack: [roll0] vs. AC
Damage: [roll1] plus [roll2]

The halfling beat everybody's passive perceptions and thus has CA.

Attacks:
Havelock [roll3](-2) ; [roll4]
Korrin [roll5](-2) ; [roll6]
Korrin [roll7](-2) ; [roll8] 16
Recharge on Stone Rain [roll9]

[Necroticplague]

The wolf dart back into the crater, coming from behind the barbarian to try and fell the guard she hacks at before launching herself away from either guard by returning to her human form.
Move: Unbalancing Trick to Shift 3 to the lower-right.
Standard: Charge at the lower-right guard.
Attack:[roll0]
Damage:[roll1]
If this hits, the guard is knocked prone.
Minor: Body of the Wolf to return to human form, shift 2.

[PallentisLunam]

Kanska's attack pulls the drakes legs out from under it. With a roar and a hiss it falls to the ground. It's sibling darts opposite it to the other side of Elyon. The warrior woman slices the beast deeply as it approaches but it's not enough to stop it.

The drake Kanska tripped gets its feet back under itself the two reptiles snap at Elyon. One misses but the other bites down on the berserker's thigh

The northern drake provoked an AoO from Elyon as it ran over: [roll0] Damage: [roll1]

Then both drakes roll bite attacks with advantage:
[roll2] Damage: [roll3]
[roll4] Damage: [roll5]

[PallentisLunam]

Elyon, realizing she is in a bad spot, disengages from the two lizards but not without striking a parting blow at each of them. Her first strike nearly beheads the already injured drake causing it to cry out in pain. The next one slices the other across the flank as it trumpets its rage at Elyon.

The human curses up at Havelock and begins running toward the path out of the crater.

Elyon uses Vault the Fallen to attack both drakes shifting 1 north between the strikes
Bloodied one first: [roll0] Damage: [roll1] plus [roll2]
And the other one: [roll3] Damage: [roll4] plus [roll5]
then she shifts one more north as her move.

The human rabble double moves to where he is on the map.
Korinn is unconscious.
And Havelock is up.

[trysted]

Havelock gasps with pain as she takes a crossbow bolt, and then watches a stone go past her head. "That hurt, you bastard, but not quite enough" she mutters as she sends a ray back at the gnome before circling back the other direction.



Ray of enfeeblement (using Wand of Accuracy) Targeting the gnome.

Attack:

[roll0] (Intelligence vs Fortitude)

Damage: [roll1] On hit, target is weakened until end of my next turn.

Miss: Half Damage

Move: 6 the opposite direction from last turn

[PallentisLunam]

The gnome turns and fires his crossbow at Elyon before moving towards Douven, while the halfling, not eager to get any closer to the wizard, launches another bullet at Havelock from afar.

Elyon: [roll0] Damage [roll1]
Havelock: [roll2] Damage [roll3]

[Necroticplague]

With the barbarian now in a safer position, Kanska darts between the two lizards, lashing out at the more injured one to slay the meak before bolting behind the rabble.
Move: Escape Artist's Trick to Shift 3.
Standard: Melee Basic Attack at the bloodied lizardfolk.
Attack:[roll0]
Damage:[roll1]
Non-action: Shift 3

[PallentisLunam]

Kanska's chain bites deep into the gaping wound in the dying drake's armor causing arterial blood to spray high over the body. The living drake roars out its hatred and lunges past Elyon striking for the murderer of its companion.

Elyon takes a chop at the drake as it passes but misses and the beast continues its maddened charge, snapping at Kanska with its powerful jaws.

Elyon takes a quick swipe at the bandit in front of her before stepping across to flank the enraged drake.

Elyon vs Drake AoO: [roll0] Damage: [roll1]
Drake vs Kanska: [roll2] Damage: [roll3]
Elyon vs Rabble [roll4]

[trysted]

Havelock pauses as another crossbow bolt whizzes past her head, "These are getting too close" she grumbles as she sends another bolt of force at the gnome and continues to circle back towards her friends.


Standard action: Magic Missle for 5 damage to the gnome followed by move action 6 towards the group

[PallentisLunam]

Throwing his crossbow to the ground the gnome grabs Douven by his hair and hauls his head back. Pulling out a war pick the gnome presses the wicked point into Douven's exposed throat, in a shrill high pitched voice he scream over the battle, "EVERYBODY FREEZE OR HE DIES!!,"

The halfling crouches low on the top of the rise, twirling his sling over his head.

[Necroticplague]

With the stand-off and hostage, Kanska Follows the gnome's words and halts her assault, chain taught in hand as she starts to eye them for any funny business in return.
Delay until Initiative Count 11

[PallentisLunam]

Whistling to the drake, which while infuriated, is apparently very well trained the gnome hauls Douven into a crouch and stands behind him, "Drop your weapons! Now!"

Elyon pales but grips her sword tightly holding it at the ready "Not gonna happen!"

[trysted]

Havelock pales, infuriated. "There's a way we can all live through this, she calls out, but I can tell you now, that if Dourven doesn't, then none of you do either.

[PallentisLunam]

The gnome pauses for a moment, studying the scene and weighing his options, "What exactly did you have in mind?"

[trysted]

Its not complicated.....you send Dourven over to us, and we head back the way we came, and you head the opposite direction. You aren't the reason we are here, he is.

[PallentisLunam]

"Ha! That one looks like she's waiting to gut me the moment this man is out of my reach!" The gnome returns gesturing with his pick before quickly returning it to Douven's throat. "No, this washed up old has-been is my ticket out of here."

[trysted]

She looks that way...but she will follow my lead. Look around, there's one way that you live.

You having him captive is what got you into this mess, freeing him is your only way out.

Havelock uses the delay to use a healing surge

[PallentisLunam]

The gnome thinks for a moment and snaps his fingers at the drake who snarls and bares his fangs at Douven.

Elyon shouts and takes a step towards them but the gnome hold up a hand, "Just alittle insurance my dear," he then turns and scurries up the side of the crater. Once at the top he gives a cackle, "Sic 'em," he says before he and the halfling turn and run into the woods.

However rather than kill Douven, the Drake turns and makes a beeline for Kanska, roaring out its hatred for the killer of its sibling.

Elyon steps between the charging drake and her party member holding her sword low and ready.

[Necroticplague]

Kanska is quick to take advantage of the distraction by running past her frenzied guardian to slash at the lizardfok before going back to bolting behind her.
Move: Escape Artist's Trick to Shift 3.
Standard: Charge the lizardfolk
Attack:[roll0]
Damage:[roll1]
Non-action: Shift 3

[trysted]

Havelock suddenly appears next to the rest of her group and with a sneer and a wave of her wand, creates a fire around her remaining enemy.


Use of fey step to move five squares.
Standard action: Scorching burst.
Attack: [roll0]
Damage: [roll1]

[TurboGhast]

Redgar hails the guards as he approaches Winterhaven on foot. "I've heard of your kobold problem, and want to help as a test of my abilities." Redgar's spent a long time traveling for the opportunity.

[PallentisLunam]

The frenzied drake flashes around Elyon, the warrior woman takes a swing at it as it does.

[roll0] Damage: [roll1]

[PallentisLunam]

She wounds the drake again but it continues, its mad charge towards Kanska snapping with its powerful jaws.

Elyon raises her blade overhead and cries "Enough of this!!!" With every muscle in her body she brings the sword whistling down on the drake, ending it. Without even bothering to dislodge her sword Elyon turns and runs over to Douven. Pulling out a dagger she cuts his bonds and he pulls the gag from his mouth as he throws his arms around Elyon. The two share brief words and Elyon helps Douven to his feet. Glancing over at Korinn she asks, "Is she...?"

Drake vs. Kanska [roll0] vs AC; Damage: [roll1]
Elyon uses her Bloodhunt Rage Daily [roll2] vs AC; Damage: [roll3] Half on miss
Drawing (https://docs.google.com/drawings/d/1wyIW6AzUZS6BuNSlTx8ruuVGaraY1nJOtui0gdLTBb0/edit)

The guardsman smiles wryly, "Another one? Our lord already hired a band last night, though a pair of them did come strolling back in battered and bloody a few hours ago. Maybe those that're left will be needing your help. I'm sure Salvana will take good care of you til the rest of them show up."

[trysted]

Havelock rushes over to have a look at Korinn.