The Ivory Ring Book 2: Where the Wild Things Are [IC]

[The_King_of_Durf]

All is quiet two thousand feet beneath the earth. Your last meal has ended, with now only the shadow of a taste remaining upon your tongue. As the food passed through your lips you tried to remember every sensation of taste and smell, holding on to the sense of awareness that let you know you were still alive. Vainly now, you cling to your memories as they pass through your mind like smoke through a net.

The footsteps of the guardsmen resonate from far down the end of the damp, dim hall, harbingers of your death. You feel your heart drop as you hear the keys jingle, and then a jailer opens your heavy oak cell door, which protests and creaks as it shifts to the side. Neither of the men speaks a word. They merely motion, and you follow. They will go home to their children and their wives, the warmth and satisfaction of the world above. You, sinner, go to your grave. It is a solemn procession, down the endless, cold stone corridor toward an iron spiral staircase.

You follow this up, recalling your forced walk down this way. How long ago could it have been? Weeks? Months? Years? Your mind can’t focus to recall. You pass floor after floor, and the stench of mildew and hopelessness begins to dissipate. You step away from the staircase down another, brighter hall. You can imagine the sun shining down upon you, so close your eyes begin to sting. You pass a series of gates, warded steel, then iron, and then oak, finally stopping at the edge of a crowd outside of a massive oak door.

There are five other prisoners here beside you, each also handcuffed, gagged, and attended by two jailers. Each is shaking, or praying, or sweating just as you are. “Armott Hold Experiment Ward,” reads a bronze plaque upon the door. The doors open and you are marched forth into a dim, round auditorium. A mechanical apparatus stands upon a stage in the center, a contraption of tubes and wires, harnessed to a generator. Six conducting wires spread out from it’s base in a semicircle, each connecting to a chair with metal bands attached to it. Further back from this stage, seated in chairs at the top of this downward sloping room, are a couple of spectators. They watch your group with interest, as children observing ants.

“Prospect 130, Test 2A, Test Group 432.” Says a voice. Behind the machine stand three purple-robed men. Wizards of the Kor Rabban, the elite magi college at Deinkos. You are strapped into one of the chairs. Your limbs are buckled down, and you feel metal arms clamp either side of your forehead. Arcane chanting from behind you sends three steady flows of electricity, coursing smoothly into the generator.. You hear static charging as the machine behind you casts brief crackling flares across the room.

The clamps on either side of your start vibrating, rapidly increasing in frequency You think you can smell burning flesh. You don’t know what to feel. You feel nothing. There is a furious burst of lightning, scorching the walls of the room. The supersonic boom as it splits is deafening. You feel your very flesh peeling from your bones with the intensity of a heat like the center of a sun. And then there is only darkness. All is quiet once more…

Each one of you opens your eyes, shuddering. Everything is a blaring white light. You smell smoke, and can hear nothing. A strange foggy noise signifies your sense of hearing returning. You hear angry shouting. “What in the Hells do you think you’re doing here, officer? This area is strictly off-limits!” screeches the scientist who spoke before.

“Sit down, Professor.” An imperative rings out, coming from the direction of the door to the room.

"Sit down? Sit down!? You have interrupted a critical test! People could have been killed thanks to your actions! I demand an explanation immediately, before I call the guards!”

“People killed in an execution? We surely wouldn’t want that…” the voice from the door replies, condescendingly.

“Are you getting smart with me, you insignificant little speck of a human?”


“Professor, I have here an order mandated directly from Archduke Tybalt himself requesting that these prisoners’ executions be detained. He wishes to speak with them.”

A rustling of paper is followed by a furious “Harrumph! Fine, get them out of here. But don’t expect to have a job when you return, Officer…?”

“Nolty, Bill Nolty. Good luck with your machine, professor.”

“Good luck finding work, officer.”

You feel the clamps around your head and limbs being loosened. The blaring white fades to a milky gray as you are pulled up and shoved forcefully forward. You are placed, once again, in handcuffs. Walking blindly, you crash into a number of other objects, most of which seem to be humanoid. You are eventually escorted arm-in-arm by jailers. You walk through this foggy haze, completely stupefied.

You wonder if you’re alive, and surmise that you are. By some miracle you have survived the electric chair, but the process has rendered you blind and nearly deaf. Lost in your thoughts, you are eventually told by the voice you now know as Nolty to sit, and you do so. You hear his footsteps receding. You know there are others in the room with you, but you can’t work out how many, or who they are, or what they want with you.

Slowly but surely, your vision returns, and you attempt to gain a bearing upon your surroundings...

Six figures are seated in a small, stone holding block. It is of the same material as the rest of the prison, but the air is fresh, so it may be above ground. A heavy oak door is the only feature of this room, with the only light source pouring in from a small barred window at the top of it.

The figures in this room each wear prisoner garments, all of which are heavily singed and torn by lightning. There are two half-elves, a warforged, a human, a dwarf, and a drow. There is nothing to do but wait and wonder about what has just happened, and what is going to happen.

((I’d like a post from each of you [in the 3rd person present tense, of course] describing your character’s physical appearance, despite the lack of equipment or clothing, and any opening remarks you wish to make.))

[Slieken]

Carric, Half-Elf, Cleric of The Raven Queen

Carric glances around the cell, taking in the hodgepodge of people gathered. His shaggy brown hair dripping with sweat, his nearly black eyes dim from exhaustion. Looking at his right eye shows more signs of fatigue as one could see a deep black circle hanging under the eye, itself bloodshot. The left eye was surrounded by the tattoo he had gotten just over a year ago when he began traveling. The tattoo covered half of his face, in the form of the Raven Queen's symbol, the raven's eye replaced with his own. He breathes deeply as he sits down, the prison uniform is in tatters. Obviously they weren't going to give a deathrow inmate silk clothes, but could they have at least allowed some dignity? There were places where the cloth was so thin, one could see through it. One could see Carric's average, though well-muscled frame.

"Greetings. I am Carric, priest of The Raven Queen. What brings us all together today?"

[Shhhh!]

Brathios, Human Fighter

Brathios sits as still as he can, barely letting his ragged breaths show through the pain. His unkempt hair has fallen in front of his eyes, and his short beard manages to frame his jaw in black. After a few moments, His breathing returns to normal, and his heavily muscled body returns to an almost eerie stillness. Shaking his head to clear his eyes, he glances at the half-elf, Reclines against the chair and speaks
I am Brathios, Though I'm unsure as to why we're still alive, let alone together

[Thoraxe]

Tar-va'tyrr, Drow Rogue

Tar-va'tyrr looks up and sees the faces around him. He is rather surprised that all eyes are not glued onto him as his disguise is clearly faded after his time spent in this prison. A few light brown streaks are left in his long dull gray hair, but none are barely noticeable. One light blue contact still exists in his left eye but the other one consists of a dark red. However his skin remains as the biggest give away in his ruined disguise. Patches of tan colored skin are scattered throughout his body but it is almost completely encompassed by the black surrounding it. His lean body appears tense, as does his speech seem frightened.

I'm surprised that all these people have not already assaulted me. It does seem however that they were even worse off than I have been. I've only been here a week afterall. They don't seem to be frightened of my appearance so I should try to be friendly.

My name is Tar-va'tyrr Jys-nar, but you may call me Tar-va'tyrr or even Tar if you would like. We should all be dead now but it seems that we have actually been quite lucky today.

[Wolfgang Peters]

Quintus, Half-Elf, Star Pact Warlock

Quintus' normally silvery gray hair is blackened with soot, and his cold bluish-purple eyes are dull. Yet even in his ragged state, Quintus exudes a certain charm. He looks around wearily at the five other prisoners in the room.

"A drow", he thinks to himself, "now that is something I don't see often... and what is this, a machine in prison garb? How strange..."

To himself, "A drow..."

Of course, his main concern is not the eclectic company in this chamber, but rather the still surprising fact that he is alive. He can't imagine who would order his life be spared - his father certainly wasn't shedding a tear over his loss, and he had no friends with any power in the city. But as Quintus ponders his survival, his thoughts are interrupted - he breathes heavily, and his lungs fill with fresh air! Suddenly alert, his head picks up.

"Are we... Aboveground?"

[TwoBitWriter]

Kranor Firesmelt, Dwarf Wizard/Cleric

"Uhh... I'm... alive...? Ioun be praised..." The Dwarf mutters to himself.

He is interested in his present company and takes a great deal of time studying their appearances and mannerisms, burning their names into his memory. He always tries to learn as much as he can from anything he can, Ioun would expect nothing less from him.

He was relatively tall for a Dwarf, but not nearly as stout and could almost be described as being of average build by Human reckoning. His Mahogany-Brown beard was short, and ragged but one could sense that it had once been immaculately well-maintained. His face, feet, and hands maintained the typical Dwarvish-gnarliness but Kranor didn't maintain the same stubborn demeanor as most of his kind. Indeed, he did not carry himself tall as a warrior, but rather bearing the slightly stooped pose of a scholar.

His eyes darted to and fro, soaking in more of the room, memorizing it. He felt the sudden urge to blow the oak door off its hinges, but he knew better. He knew what the punishment would be for unauthorized magic use. Of course, he doubted he had the strength of will to defeat the anti-magic wards.

"By Ioun's studious grace... why has our execution been forestalled? I would welcome an eternity basking in my lady's unending knowledge compared to this hell-hole..."

He glances at his fellow prisoners, taking a longer look at the Drow, but shrugging. Matters of morality were merely distractions from the acquisition of knowledge.

"Who might all of you be? I am Kranor... formerly of the Kor Rabban... And servant of Ioun."

[Thoraxe]

Tar-va'tyrr, Drow Rogue

"While we have dodged death today I don't think we are entirely safe. We're still trapped in this prison so they must have some other use for us. I think it would be best if we could get along, at least for the time being."

[Zid]

Hymath, Warforged fighter

The colossal machine sits completely silent, and for some time the others think that it must have been destroyed in the process. It is still smoking, a large hulk of black metal, with several spiky protrusions. The face is turned down, but the others can still see his skull-carved faceplate. Then suddenly he moves.

It seems that the energy of that machine was too weak to destroy Hymath. Or even flesh things. Hymath was looking forward to his destruction. Destruction is better than waiting. We are not lucky, but unfortunate. What purpose do we have, staying here and doing nothing?

[Shhhh!]

Brathios, Human Fighter
Brathios laughs quietly, almost inaudibly, before glancing at the warforged
Oh, I'm sure they have something planned for us.

[TwoBitWriter]

Kranor Firesmelt, Dwarf Wizard/Cleric

"Indeed, but perhaps we have been afforded an unexpected opportunity? Perhaps we may pool our mutual resources to escape this hell-hole. Half the work has been done. We are no longer buried deep beneath the earth."

"I don't believe we would have been chosen for that horrendous experiment if we did not have... ahem...unique talents...

Kranor looks pensively at the Warforged and the muscle-bound Human. "Perhaps the two of you have the capability to remove that door from its hinges? At any other location, away from magical wards, I would have been able to burst that door aflame..."

[Shhhh!]

Brathios,Human Fighter
Brathios stares at the door, testing it's strength in his mind's eye.
Yes. The robot and I could tear it down. But it would take time, and even if we succeeded, what of the guards.Surely they expect such mischief from us. And besides that, this Tybalt fellow wishes to speak with us. It would be very...Rude, to run away from such a meeting.
Brathios nods slightly, and returns to leaning against his wall.

[TwoBitWriter]

Kranor Firesmelt, Dwarf Wizard/Cleric

Kranor nods his head. "I suppose your analysis is the correct one. As for rudeness, well... I don't feel any particular desire for politeness to representatives of a state such as this anymore.

[Slieken]

Carric listens to the others talk about defying death being given a second chance, and these statements nauseate the half-elf. He was ready for the death that was fated to him, ready to join his goddess in her unending glory. To have that stripped away from him cut like the cold steel of a fighter's sword. As the others discussed escape he spoke.

"We have but forestalled our deaths, for death comes to all things in time. I beseech of you all to not attempt anything brash or stupid. Those of you not ready for your final rest need to take the time to think things through. If this Tybalt wanted us dead, we surely would be from the execution. Nay, he wishes to speak with us, perhaps offering us what you all so desire enough to want it by force. I propose that we wait for whatever is fated to happen to happen, and not try to force our own fate, as such actions bring dire consequences." The cleric calmly states his case, hoping to convince the others to follow his plan of action.
[roll0]

[Shhhh!]

Brathios, Human Fighter
Brathios slightly tilts his head forward, as if to speak, only to lay it back against the wall. After a short period of time spent with his eyes closed, he speaks to the dwarf
Be careful discounting your manners so quickly. I have no love for the law either, but men in power have a way of responding rather poorly to those they view as upstarts, and I think we fit into that category
((Diplomancy...On PCs! How rude!))

[The_King_of_Durf]

From what you can hear, it seems like a group of armored men is hurrying in your direction.

"Well? Where are they, boy? I don't have all day!" asks a high-pitched, shrieking voice.

"Right this way, m'lord." You identify this voice as that of Bill Nolty, the jailer who had earlier prevented your deaths.

The footsteps come to a halt outside of your door. One of the guards is fumbling with a set of keys.

"Stand aside, you imbecile!"

"But my lord, it may be dangerous, these men are known convicts!"

"You there! You're in charge of these men!"

"Y-yes, my lord."

"Open this door, and then send that idiot packing!"

"Yes, my lord.

The key turns in the lock, and the door slams open to reveal nearly a score of guardsmen. A lion of a man bursts past the poor captain, knocking him onto his back.

This is the Archduke Vaughn Tybalt, the second most powerful man in all of Kest, next to King Ramos d'Ondriam himself. He has fierce green eyes, a full orange beard and long head of hair. He wears expensive red and purple robes, and his stomach juts out rudely over his pronounced gut. He is bedecked in all manner of golden jewelry, with a number of gemstones upon his rings.

"Well if this isn't a sight for sore eyes! Two half-breeds, a soulless murderer of a machine, a dogmatic dwarf who was too wise for his own good, a dumb ex-mercenary, and best of all: a drow! Scum of all Deza and everything under it! This is the group you handpicked for me, Nolty?"

"Yes, sir. They should fit your expectations nicely."

"We'll see about that. I'd like to test them first. Drop the anti-magic wards around the armory, captain. I have something in store for them." He turns his attention to the six of you. "If you don't wish to die the most excruciating death imaginable, you will comply. I need to test your combat abilities for an assignment. If you comply, prove yourselves capable here, and then successfully complete your assignment, you're free to go. Of course, there's always the rack if you don't." He grins a huge, frightening grin at all of you. "If you'd please follow me." He says sarcastically.

[Shhhh!]

Brathios,Human Fighter
I'd thought as much, A pompous dog, barking commands like a fool
Brathios glances around the cell, taking in the state of his cell-mates. Having satisfied whatever criteria was floating in his mind, He stood, and replied
Lead the way, Lord Tybalt,but if I may be so forward, What manner of test will you be conducting?

[Thoraxe]

Tar-va'tyrr, Drow Rogue

I can't believe it was this person's order who kept us from dying, not that I can be picky at the moment. Better follow along, I'd choose fighting for my life over waiting for my death any day.
Figuring it would be best to keep his thoughts to himself, Tar-va'tyrr stands alert, ready to get on with whatever test may come.

[Wolfgang Peters]

Quintus, Half-Elf Warlock

Seeing the good in anything, Quintus throws a bit of grim humor out to his fellow prisoners, standing:
"Mm, hmm, it may be any horrid manner of trial, but fear it, I shall not - I believe a nice walk shall do me some good. Surely we can be agreeable to this end?"

He starts over towards Archduke Tybalt, and says quietly to himself, "After all, if we do not comply, we still shall stretch our legs some on that nasty rack..."

[Zid]

Hymath, warforged fighter

Hymath stands up, his massive frame have somewhat been hidden by his sitting pose. A test? Of combat? Even though the voice of the warforged is a monotone rasping, it is clear that he interested. Should we use our hands? And where? Now?

[The_King_of_Durf]

The large, obnoxious man leads you into a room, which you presume to be the armory. Those of you with magical abilities can feel them coursing through your veins once again. Equally wonderful, you see that your possessions have been arranged for you upon the right-hand wall of the room. There is a wheeled wooden wall separating this side of the room from the other.

"A test of combat, yes. It should prove to be no difficulty, but I have to make sure that that fool Nolty hasn't sent me a bunch of incompetent morons. Do try not to all be pathetic."

With that, Archduke Tybalt closes the door upon all of you. You hear him sending the guard away, and although the door is closed, you can feel him watching you. The wall slowly starts to slide away...

((I'd like a marching order/combat formation please, not only for this battle but for the party in general.))

[TwoBitWriter]

Kranor, Dwarf Wizard/Cleric

Dogmatic? Why that pompous...I will show him to disrespect my lady... but not now, not yet. Ioun would be displeased if I threw my life away needlessly, on a whim of passion. I will study my new foe, exploit his weakness. Bring him to his knees with a single, well-calculated stroke.

"Time for a bit of the game, I suppose."

Kranor sighs in relief as he once again feels attached to his magic again. Once the wards are lifted he creates a spray of small fireworks with his Prestidigitation cantrip. When in the armory, he uses Mage Hand to pick up his possessions, willing his old staff to come to his hands. He gently cradles it like a lost friend.

"My power...is back..." Kranor whispers to himself.
When the wall begins to slide open, he braces himself, preparing himself for a combat he has not had since that goblin ambush on his last mountain excursion...

"Look alive, fellows. I fear that the strings attached to our freedom have arrived...

Kranor will attempt to keep himself away from the melee, but close enough to aid his allies with his Healing Word, if necessary. He knows he only gets one use of it a day, but wants to be handy if needed.

[Zid]

Hymath, Warforged fighter

Hymath takes a few slow steps towards his equipment. He almost cradles his weapons, taking care not to damage them as he takes them out from the weapon rack. After a few seconds, he is battle ready, swinging his oversized weapon a few times in the air. As the wall slides open he gives off a strange grinding sound. Grriinnk. Finally! A purpose!

He takes a few steps towards the wall placing himself and those he is about to meet in harms way.

[Shhhh!]

Brathios, Human Fighter
Brathios slides into his armour as quickly as he can, taking a few moments to adjust the straps as he finishes. A minute later, and his sheath is firmly attached to his hip, sword in hand, As he walks to stand just behind the warforged.
Sighs Well now, this looks like it's going to ooze fun. No-one die, I'm not sure he'll send us out if that happens

[Wolfgang Peters]

Quintus, Half-Elf Star Warlock

Quintus picks up his orb and hastily dons his leather armor - he'll grab his adventurer's supplies and robes after the battle. Turning towards the opening wall, Quintus positions himself close behind the two fighters, ready to back them up with spells.

His orb begins to float above his open palm, images of galaxies and nebulae appearing on its surface, as his eyes begin to shine with a piercing, starry light.
"The archduke is watching, let us not disappoint him - Hah! - This shall be refreshing indeed!"

[Slieken]

Carric immediately grabbed his possessions, worrying first about putting on his mail. Then, as the wall slides open, the cleric positions himself at the back of the group, readying his morningstar for the coming battle.

"Faith, my brothers, for the Raven Queen has not decided that our time is yet come."

[Thoraxe]

Tar-va'tyrr, Drow Rogue

Just as soon as the door starts closing, Tar-va'tyrr hurries to find and ready his equipment. He decides it would be best to place himself directly behind the two big fighters. I'm sure this won't even make us break a sweat.

[The_King_of_Durf]

As the wall slides aside, Hymath comes face-to-face with a group of six goblins and two hobgoblins. Snarling and brandishing their weapons, they crowd at the gap in the wall where he stands. The wall is still receding. ((At a rate of one square per round.))

Combat (http://img404.imageshack.us/my.php?image=dsc00760xw4.jpg)

((I'd like initiative rolls and combat actions.))

[Wolfgang Peters]

Quintus, Half-Elf Warlock

[roll0]

Quintus raises his orb, which glows and shifts, and nearly seems to exhale, firing a bright arcane missile straight towards one unfortunate goblin.

[roll1]

[roll2]

((Eldritch Blast to the goblin directly ahead of Quintus.))

[Thoraxe]

Tar-va'tyrr, Drow Rogue

Initiative: [roll0]

Tar-va'tyrr pulls out a shuriken and hurls it at the enemy in front of Hymath.
Sly Flourish vs Ac [roll1]
Damage [roll2]

((If I go before the goblin I will have combat advantage and do an extra [roll3] sneak attack damage.))

[Shhhh!]

Brathios, Human Fighter
Init.[roll0]
I'll shift down diagonally, so I'd end up beside Hymath
Then I use cleave, targeting what I'm assuming is the hobgoblin on the bottom
Attack [roll1]
Damage [roll2]
and focus the 4 damage on the goblin in the middle
-edit- Messed up Damage roll, so, I'll redo, but with the to-hit, not seeing it as an issue

[Shhhh!]

Brathios, Human Fighter
Damage roll with right Dice
[roll0]

[Slieken]

Carric, Half-Elf Cleric

Carric moves to range and speaks a prayer, and a searing divine light emanates from the cleric to his nearest target.

[roll0]
[roll1]
[roll2]
Effect:Hymath gets a +2 power bonus to his next attack roll against the target.

[Zid]

Hymath, warforged fighter

[roll0]

Hymath will attack the nearest goblin with a furious smash, using a "slide" action to move forward if none are in range.

[roll1]
[roll2]

OOC: I cant acess my mythweavers account from my current position. I will fix that tonight. If some of my numbers are off, that´s why.

[TwoBitWriter]

Kranor Firesmelt, Dwarf Wizard/Cleric

Initiative:[roll0]

"Too easy... the fools will learn not to bunch up like that!"
Kranor raises his staff and with a shout of Arcane power a column of fire lands in the midst of the goblinoids.

(Scorching Burst centered on the middle of the mass of goblins, should target seven of them. Attack rolls start from the top left and then move clockwise, finishing with the center goblin.)


Attack Rolls: Int vs. Ref
1) [roll1]
2) [roll2]
3) [roll3]
4) [roll4]
5) [roll5]
6) [roll6]
7) [roll7]

Damage Roll: 1d6+3
1) [roll8]

[The_King_of_Durf]

The hobgoblin wielding a longbow lets an arrow fly at Hymath, which clinks off of his armor.

Hymath slams his warhammer down upon the goblin in front of him, crushing it into a pulp. (Kill)

Two of the goblins circle each other, moving back, and each throws a javelin at the warforged. Both of them slam into his armored chest. (11,8)

The three goblins in front jump forward, stabbing at Hymath, and then jump back. Only one manages to get through his armor. (4)

Brathios leaps forward valiantly, sword in hand, to swing at a goblin, but his attack flies miles over its head. Tears silently drip from his eyes...

Tar-va'tyrr's shuriken flies directly into the forehead of the goblin who now stands before Hymath, piercing its brain open. (Kill)

The hobgoblin wielding a flail charges at Hymath, who bashes the weapon aside with his shield.

Carric scorches the same hobgoblin with searing divine light. (7)

Quintus’ arcane missile slams into the hobgoblins chest. (9)

Kranor’s fiery burst fills the floor, but of those goblins left in the space, he only manages to scorch the hobgoblin wielding a flail, as the two smaller ones leap out of the way. (9) That hobgoblin is now bleeding profusely.

The wall slides back another space.

((Hymath is bloodied, the hobgoblin soldier is bloodied. Hymath has +2 to his next attack VS the hobgoblin with the flail.))

Combat (http://img174.imageshack.us/my.php?image=dsc00762zc9.jpg)

[Shhhh!]

Brathios, Human Fighter
Redoubling his efforts, Brathios swings again at the hobgoblin still standing
Init. 18
Cleave on the hobgoblin, only this time it'll hit, I'm sure of it
Attack: [roll0]
Damage:[roll1]
and the 4 on the goblin beside me.
If the hobgoblin moves, or dies so that I can't hit it, just cleave on the nearest.
-edit- Re-read combat challenge, which works if I hit, or miss, so I'll mark the hobgoblin

[TwoBitWriter]

Kranor Firesmelt, Dwarf Wizard/Cleric

"Surely I can do better than that...Ioun give me the strength..." Kranor mutters to himself, this time casting a different spell. A blue stream of frost flies out of his staff and coats the enemy, falling to the floor and making turn slick and difficult to walk across.

(Casting Icy Terrain on the three in the back and centered on the square directly in front of the goblin in the middle, will adjust his aim to avoid hampering his allies while maximizing the effectiveness of the attack. Hopefully this will slow the advance of the enemies in the back.)

Attack rolls: vs. Reflex

1) [roll0]
2) [roll1]
3) [roll2]

Damage:

[roll3] and those I hit are knocked prone. The area I cover is also difficult terrain until the end of my next turn.

(Kranor will also shift when necessary to avoid Opportunity Attacks.)

[Wolfgang Peters]

Quintus, Half-Elf Warlock

Quintus whispers words of ill intent, embodied by wisps of darkness curling around the targeted goblin - it is now Cursed. With this done, Quintus eagerly takes a few steps forward, and seems to darken and fade into nothing more than shadowy outline.

(The goblin just below the front-line hobgoblin is now cursed, and Quintus moves three squares straight ahead to the receding wall, gaining concealment from Shadow Walk.)

[Slieken]

Carric looks to the war-forged noticing how banged up he looks and prays.

"Korko Tari, amin naa tualle. Fallan, mellonamin."

Cast Healing Word on Hymath as a minor action. He spends a healing surge and gains an additional [roll0]

Carric then moves into range of the nearest goblinoid, taking whatever the attack of opportunity maybe before shouting loudly in Elven and bringing his mace down aimed at the foul creature's head.

"GURTH GOTHRIMLYE!"

Healing Strike: [roll1]
[roll2]
Effect: Target is marked until the end of my next turn, and Hymath can spend another healing surge.

Elven Translations: Raven Queen, I am your servant. Heal my friend.

Death to our foes!

[Thoraxe]

A kill already? I would have thought they would send tougher opponents.

Tar-va'tyrr pull out another shuriken but this time aims it at the hobgoblin in front of Hymath, hoping to kill him so he doesn't cause any more harm. (or if the hobgoblin is dead by then, the closest goblin to him)

Sly Flourish vs Ac [roll0]
Damage [roll1]

[Zid]

Hymath, warforged fighter

Hymath registers the blows hitting him, the impact making him feel happy. Battle once again courses through his veins, making him feel useful and powerful at the same time. He fights on in a painless silence

Uses Warforged resolve, gains 3 temp HP.

[roll0]
I am a bit uncertain if that is the goblin with the +2 power bonus? If so, add 2.
If hit, Hobgoblin is prone.

[roll1]

I will use both healing surges granted to me by clerical powers, gaining me 22 hp total.

[The_King_of_Durf]

The hobgoblin archer will move to stand behind its counterpart, firing an arrow over his soldier at the wounded warforged, who stubbornly raises himself up.. (8)

Hymath pummels the hobgoblin warrior to the floor (6). The machine seems to be in a state of euphoria, almost as if the fury of battle is keeping him moving. (+3 temp)

The two goblins at the back of the room throw their javelins at the construct, but both fall short of him.

The goblins in front stab at the mechanical monstrosity again and again, trying to bring him down. Both land successful blows, and it seems as though they succeed. (4,4) Hymath finally drops to the floor with a loud clang The goblins cheer and jitter excitedly in Goblin. ”Nyhketa shev rikriti! Rikriti!”
”The beast is dead! It’s dead!”

Brathios swings down at the prone hobgoblin, which just rolls out of the way of his sword.

Tar-va’tyrr whirls a shuriken at the same hobgoblin, just missing it as well.

That hobgoblin then leaps up and jabs at the air past Brathios’ neck.

Carric mutters a quick prayer for the fallen warforged, who regains consciousness (much to the fear and chagrin of the remaining goblins). He then rushes up to attack a goblin, but misses. ((Hymath at 14 HP))

Quintus curses one of the goblins, and then disappears. An eldritch blast flies out of the place he once stood and fells the goblin. Kill ((Curse is a minor action, and Shadow Walk is technically part of your move action, so you still have a standard action and should attack in a situation like this. I’ll do it for you this time around.))

Kranor’s spell trips one of the two goblins in its area, tossing him to the floor. (9)

The wall slides back another space.

Combat (http://img262.imageshack.us/my.php?image=dsc00763ig3.jpg)

[Zid]

Hymath, warforged fighter

Hymath feels his limbs turn loose, the massive damage he sustained too much for even his mechanical body to take. As the massive warforged falls, much like a tree falls for the lumbermans axe. Hitting the ground, he feels his body strangely invigorated. Why has my limbs strength again, if not to fight my enemies?

Hymath rises to his feet, further feeling the his body invigorated by the sight of battle

Rises from prone. Use second wind, +2 to all defences, +8 hp

[Shhhh!]

Brathios, Human Fighter
Snarls in frustrationEnough of this! Bleed!
Brathios shifts one square forward, and uses brute strike on the hobgoblin, marking hit, or miss
Attack: [roll0]
Damage: [roll1]
And I'll note that as a reliable power, it is not expended if it fails to hit.

[Thoraxe]

Tar-va'tyrr

Feeling as though that hobgoblin has lived too long, Tar-va'tyrr hurls another shuriken at it.
Sly Flourish vs Ac [roll0]
Damage [roll1]

If the attack misses or does not kill it Tar-va'tyrr will spend an action point to throw another one at it.
Sly Flourish vs Ac [roll2]
Damage [roll3]

Edit:That was a critical so it will do max 14 damage, assuming I had to make that attack

Tar-va'tyrr will then move next to Carric. (on the wall)

[Slieken]

Carric mutters another prayer, "Sansina saurar, Andodulin"

As he says those words, a brilliant ray of light sears down from the ceiling aimed at the nearest living enemy.


[roll=Damage, 1d6+Wis]1d6+2
Effect: The Warforged gains temporary 2 temporary hit points.

"Take this foul one, Gate Bird"

[Wolfgang Peters]

As the Cursed goblin falls under his Eldritch Blast, Quintus feels that his power grows - Unseen, Quintus curses the bloodied hobgoblin just before firing off a crackling Eldritch Blast to the creatures chest.

[roll0]

[roll1]

Quintus then returns to sight for the rest of the occupants of the room.

(Improved Fate of the Void gives Quintus a +2 bonus to a single roll he chooses this turn, as a result of the death of the first goblin he cursed.)

[Wolfgang Peters]

The Curse then seems to take the blast, lift it from the hobgoblin's body, and hurl it violently back at the sad creature's face, dealing [roll0] damage.

((I forgot to add the 1d6 for the Curse in the last post, my bad))

[TwoBitWriter]

Kranor Firesmelt, Dwarf Wizard/Cleric

Perspiring from the exertion and being slightly out of practice, Kranor pleads to his lady, Ioun, for the strength to fell these foul creatures of darkness.

"Khazad ai' Barak... die, foul beasts of ignorance!"

Another swirl of his staff, another quick incantation, and another column of fire rains down on the goblins. (Kranor will cast Scorching Burst and target the two Goblins in the back again.)

Attack Rolls:
1) [roll0]
2) [roll1]

Damage Roll:
1) [roll2]

Kranor, seeing his ally the Warforged in trouble, and Carric having expended much of his power, decides to lend a hand. He prays to the goddess, Ioun. "Oh mother of all knowledge, please heal the wounds of this brave warrior, so that he may live this day..."
(Spend an action point for a standard action, uses his Healing Word Daily power on Hymath.)
Additional HP Roll:
[roll3]

[The_King_of_Durf]

The hobgoblin archer shoots an arrow into Brathios' chest. (11)

Hymath stands up and takes a healing surge. (+8)

The goblin in front trips over his shoe, scrabbling back up to his feet.

The two goblins in the rear shuffle around again and hurl their javelins at Brathios. One connects. (9)

Brathios, sick of the hobgoblin warrior's refusal to die, ensures that it does. He lives its head hanging by a thread with his sword. (Kill)

Tar-va'tyrr lets two shurikens fly at the hobgoblin archer. Both slice through its armor into its chest. (9,14) Blood drips from the open wounds. He then moves next to Carric

Carric's divine blast fails to hit the goblin before him, who gets an opportunity attack, but misses.

Quintus' blasts the injured archer, who reels in pain. (11)

Kranor's spell misses the goblins, although he does manage to heal Hymath, who is now almost fully recovered. (+11)

The wall slides back another square.

Combat (http://img515.imageshack.us/my.php?image=dsc00765ht2.jpg)

[Slieken]

Carric weaves into a square away from the angry goblin in front of him.

Shifts 1 square diagonally forward away from the goblin

Carric prays once more to the Raven Queen, "Amin naa tualle, amin Tari. Fallan, mellonamin." His prayer bathes the human fighter in a bright glow.

Healing Word Healing surge + [roll0]

"Aman amin cronh!"

Channel Divinity: Divine Fortune

A blast of divine light again sears from the ceiling, this time down upon the goblin farthest from the heroes.

[roll1]
[roll2]

Effect: Brathios gains 2 temp HP

[Shhhh!]

Brathios, Human Fighter
I use my action point for an extra standard, which goes to a second wind
which puts me at 15 HP, bar other healing, and provides +2 to my defenses
Now then You'll all go down, just like your friend there did!
I'll use sure strike on the goblin in front of me
Attack:[roll0]
Damage:[roll1]

[Zid]

Hymath, warforged fighter

Hymath steps forward, his weapon held firm in hand and his large shield held high to cover him from his enemies arrows. With a mighty blow, he strikes at the bloodied hobgoblin, trying to hit the nearest goblin as well

Slide one square forward

[roll0]
[roll1]
If hit, the nearest goblin will also take 5 hp damage

[TwoBitWriter]

Kranor, Dwarf Wizard/Cleric

Kranor mutters a Dwarf obscenity to himself, then recants and mentally asks for Ioun's forgiveness for using such a base word.

"I will bring ruin to those two javelin-throwing ne'er do wells if its the last thing I do!" Kranor roars as he brings down another column of fire upon the two goblins in the rear.

(Scorching burst target the square in the middle of the two goblins in the back.)

Attack Roll:
1) [roll0]
2) [roll1]

Damage:
1) [roll2]

[Thoraxe]

Tar-va'tyrr, Drow Rogue

Tar-va'tyrr runs around the battlefield avoiding opportunity attacks in order to end up behind the hobgoblin archer (and hopefully flank with Hymath) and stabs him in the back

Sly Flourish vs Ac [roll0]
Damage [roll1]

If flanking I will have a +2 attack bonus and do an extra [roll2] sneak attack damage

[Wolfgang Peters]

Quintus, Half-Elf Warlock

Quintus spits a Curse at the nearest living enemy, then running to it's side to whisper a single Dreadful Word of an incomprehensible cosmic truth in his ear;
[roll0]

[Wolfgang Peters]

[roll0]
[roll1]
The goblinoid receives this information with horror, his mind unable to understand its implications, and yet instinctively (and rightfully) reeling from it.
(The enemy now has a -3 penalty to Will defense until the end of Quintus' next turn, if he's alive...)

[The_King_of_Durf]

The hobgoblin archer fires another arrow at Brathios, missing. He then runs to the back of the room.

Hymath charges after the hobgoblin, crushing him under his hammer. (Kill)

The goblin warriors retreat into the corner, hurling their javelins at the human fighter. One rips open his left leg. (9)

Brathios is barely managing to stand now, as the goblin standing in front of him places its short sword between his ribs. The warrior topples over backwards. (4) ((Brathios at -3))

Brathios gets a death save, which he passes. ((I will roll death saves if they come before your post, but if Brathios is not healed, then Shhh! will roll his next death save.))

Tar-va’tyrr steps to the goblin on his left and stabs at it, but misses.

Carric heals his fallen friend, who regains consciousness. His spell misses the goblin at the back of the room. (+10)

Quintus’ unspeakable words crush the goblin’s puny mind. (Kill)

Kranor’s fire scorches one of the goblins at the far corner of the room (4). Both are but slightly injured, but their doom appears imminent.

The wall slides back another square.

Combat (http://img162.imageshack.us/my.php?image=dsc00766ed2.jpg)

[TwoBitWriter]

Kranor, Dwarf Wizard/Cleric

Kranor desperately wishes to aid his injured comrade, and wishes that he had trained more as a cleric, but he knows that for now, the best he can do is help end this fight as quickly as possible. Once again he brings a Scorching Burst upon the goblins in the corner.

(will target the spell to avoid hitting his allies if they move forward. If he cannot get a clear shot, then he will double move forward to get into melee with the corner goblins.)

Attack Rolls:

1) [roll0]
2) [roll1]

Damage:

1) [roll2]

[Shhhh!]

Brathios, Human Fighter
Brathios lets out a hollow laugh, devoid of all humour
So it seems I have been weakened by my extended rest. No matter, No matter at all
I'll go ahead and stand up, and use my second wind,
giving the +2 to defenses, and raising me to 17 HP.
If, for some reason or another, Hymath is incapacitated before my turn, I'll also use my action point, and use sure strike on the goblin, assuming it still lives
Attack:[roll0]
Damage:[roll1]

[Wolfgang Peters]

Qiuntus, Half-Elf Warlock

Quintus sees that our fighters are in some trouble, but knows the battle should end before anything serious happens, so he moves next to Brathios and calls down a Dire Radiance from above to bathe the remaining goblin and himself in arcane light.

[roll0]
[roll1]

"Not to worry... If the poor thing is even alive long enough to approach me, he shall be wiped out."

[Thoraxe]

Tar-va'tyrr, Drow Rogue

Tar-va'tyrr sees that fighters are in trouble but knows that he cannot help them directly in any way so instead targets the remaining goblins. He lifts up his hand and tries to create a conjure a ring above the goblin farthest back.

Darkfire vs Ref [roll0]
(If successful everyone will have combat advantage against the creature (+2 for attack rolls against the target) and it will be unable to benefit from concealment or invisibility until the end of my next turn)

He then run towards it and tries to stab it with his dagger
Sly Flourish vs Ac [roll1]
Damage [roll2]
(If Darkfire succeeds add +2 to my attack roll and [roll3] sneak attack damage)

[Slieken]

Frustrated that his attacks keep missing, Carric mutters a curse in Elven under his breath, before shouting loudly in common.

"Die you foul scum!"

[roll0][roll1]

A beam of light shoots at the nearest goblin.

Effect:Brathios gets +2 to his next attack on the little bottom feeder.

[Zid]

Hymath, warforged fighter

With a mighty blow, Hymath tries to undo the flailing hobgoblin before him, trying to cleave into the smaller goblin beside him.

[roll0]
[roll1]
If Hymath hits, he´ll do 5 damage to the nearest goblin. If he clears the way, he will move forward to position himself before the goblins in the far end of the room.

[The_King_of_Durf]

Hymath charges forward and smashes his hammer through both goblins, bloodying one of them (6,5)

The goblin that isn't adjacent to his runs back and throws a javelin (5), while the other prods at him with a javelin, but misses.

Brathios stands and heals himself. He stops bleeding.

Tar-va'tyrr's spell is successful, granting the party members combat advantage against the remaining goblin. His attack, however, fails to connect.

Carric's attack burns the creature. (4)

Quintus blasts the same goblin with dire radiance. (6)

Kranor finishes the beast off with fiery arcane energy, directed off of the wall so as to avoid hitting his companions. (Kill)

One goblin remains cowering in the corner by the receding wall.

Combat (http://img137.imageshack.us/my.php?image=dsc00768uy6.jpg)

[TwoBitWriter]

Kranor, Dwarf Wizard/Cleric

Kranor holds off this attack, he will leave the finishing off of the mongrel to the warriors. He wipes sweat from his brow, and leans on his staff, breathing heavily. "Praise you, Ioun. You have seen this servant of knowledge through another battle..."

It has been a long time since he has used his magic, and during that time he was beaten, starved, and devoid of books to quench his thirst for knowledge. He is exhausted, yet more alive then he ever felt was again possible.

[Shhhh!]

Brathios, Human Fighter
Brathios strides forwards with purpose, Seeking to finish off the remaining goblin
Move:Diagonal right-down, Four down
Steel serpent strike on the little gobbo
Attack: [roll0]
Damage: [roll1]
If it hits, the goblin is slowed and cannot shift until the end of my next turn
If, for some reason or another (Hymath), The gobbo is dead before it comes to my turn, Brathios will walk to Kranor while sheathing his sword, and offer to help him stand, whisperingAre you alright, Magi?
(I don't like the word wizard. The Z scares me.)

[Thoraxe]

Tar-va'tyrr, Drow Rogue

Tar-va'tyrr closes in a tries to finish the goblin off once and for all.
Sly Flourish vs Ac [roll0]
Damage [roll1] + [roll2]

[Zid]

Hymath, warforged fighter

An roar erupts from Hymath´s throat as he lunges forward, ready to strike down the puny goblin. His mechanical heart once again purrs with the happiness of battle.

[roll0]
[roll1]

[The_King_of_Durf]

Roaring, Hymath charges forth and smashes the puny goblin against the wall with his hammer. (11) It shrieks in pain and jabs at him, but cannot score a blow. Brathios then rushes forward, and with the aid of Tar’s ability and his speed delivers the killing blow through the goblin’s skull. All of the goblins lie dead, with Brathios and Hymath each lightly injured.

((Down 11 and 6, respectively.))

”Bravo, bravo.” Tybalt chuckles, opening the door to the armory. “You’ll do fine. We shall be leaving tomorrow morning, but I will need you in position later tonight. I’ll provide for your meal and any other desires you might need to fulfill before our departure at the Bederweir Tavern. Do not attempt escape during your dinner. You will be watched. One of my associates will escort you there, and later pick you up. Any questions?”

From beyond the door, past the imposing figure of the archduke, you see the jailer Bill Nolty staring at you rather strangely. At almost the second you notice him doing so he turns around and strides away down the hall.

[Thoraxe]

Tar-va'tyrr stands to the side behind the others to avoid having to speak to him. He understands the orders and doesn't believe a guy like Tybalt would seriously ask "any questions?" and want to receive a response. Tar-va'tyrr figures someone else will speak up before him anyway.

[Shhhh!]

Brathios, Human Fighter
This can't be good. He wants us because we're already dead. What will he have us do?
Brathios stands quietly, staring at the air ahead of him, as if struggling to recall a name, or solve an equation. After a brief period of thought, he speaks
If I may, Lord Tybalt but where will we be heading?

[Wolfgang Peters]

Quintus, Half-Elf Warlock

Delighted that they will be leaving the prison, giving him access once again to the beautiful sky, Quintus can't think of anything better - but he is still curious. As he crosses to the table to remove his leather armor and don his finer clothing and pick up his traveling supplies, he asks kindly:

"And Sir Tybalt, what are these... other desires... that you speak of?"

[The_King_of_Durf]

"First, you maggot, you may refer to me as my lord, not sir!" he sneers. "Know your place! And as far as desires you can use your imagination. That is, if you aren't as brain-dead as you look. You need not know where you are going, or what you are going to do when you get there. All in due time." With that, the Archduke grins a hideous grin and turns his back on you, leaving you to the guards.

"Follow me, please." one says. Upon complying you are led through the cold halls of the prison, down corridor after corridor. You reach the entrance hall, where a huge set of iron doors are being opened by two guards. Whether you feel nervous or thrilled, its hard to say, but you certainly are overwhelmed by emotion.

At first the sunlight seeps in through a small crack, but soon it envelops you all, nearly blinding you. Basking in its warmth, and in the rush of fresh air from the door, you feel invigorated and alive. You look out upon the Municipal District of Deinkos. People rush about their business as usual, women and children among them. The spring sky is a pure, cloudless blue, and the banners of Castle d'Ondriam flap proudly in the wind directly ahead.

Those of you who have heard of the Bederweir Tavern know that it is a popular eating establishment amongst nobles, and has a mysterious reputation for bizare and conspicuous activities in its rented rooms upstairs. It is located in Tolly Park, about a twenty minute walk from here.

One of the guards waits for you to follow him there.

[TwoBitWriter]

Kranor, Dwarf Wizard/Cleric

"I am...fine... my friend. Just a little unused to the exertion..." Kranor responds to Brathios query.

He speaks little as he follows Lord Tybalt, except to address him regarding the other needs.

Maybe I will be able to acquire a book for the evening... He thinks to himself.

When they emerge into the Municipal District, Kranor breathes. Freedom... he is free, despite the conditional nature of it. He never thought that as a Dwarf he would enjoy being above ground and seeing the sun so much.

[Zid]

Hymath, warforged fighter

As the battle winds down, so does Hymath. He has put his shield and weapon on his back, but seems disappointed that there is no one more to fight. Lord Tybalt, will there be more fighting before our destruction?

The hulking warforged follow the others, being quiet and introspektive during the rest of the evening.

[Shhhh!]

Brathios, Human fighter
It's so...open. So many people, so much space
Brathios walks quietly, Taking careful note of the people rushing around, And doing his best to keep near the Wizard. After a few moments silence, he calls out
Now that we're out, anyone want to share why they were in?
(Because it concerns him)

[Slieken]

Carric, Half-Elven Cleric

As the sun burns down on the party, Carric throws up the hood of his cloak to shield his eyes, also covering the glare with his hand.

"Racial and religious persecution. I was to be arrested for an assault I didn't commit because I worship a deity that most fear. When I fought back for my freedom, a man died. I was on deathrow for a murder of self-defense."

[Wolfgang Peters]

Quintus, Half-Elf Warlock

"I'd been accused of murdering my dearest friend, but...I never even saw the body...
I don't believe I've fully introduced myself yet - I'm Quintus Quarion, and my purpose is in learning the secrets of the deepest skies and the farthest stars. The cosmos connects me to its arcane power."

Saying this out loud, Quintus is reminded of one possible desire to be fulfilled. He shall ask for a telescope, something he never before could afford. He waits impatiently for nightfall to give him the stars once again.

[TwoBitWriter]

Kranor Firesmelt, Dwarf Wizard/Cleric

"I am Kranor Firesmelt... I was a wizard of the Kor Rabban... thats right. I was one of those insidious bastards who strapped us to those accursed chairs..."

He sighs for a moment, clutching his staff tightly. "That is ancient history now. I will simply gather what knowledge I can to please my lady...And accomplish whatever task is set before me..."

He follows the guard to their destination, walking beside Carric and Brathios.

"Carric, is it? I am most interested in where you conducted your studies for service to the Lady of Death... by what manner did you come to revere her?"

Why didn't I think of this before!?! I am rolling a history check to see what I know of Lord Tybalt, his house, and what role he plays in the politics of Deinkos.
History: [roll0]

[Thoraxe]

Tar-va'tyrr, Drow Rogue

Tar-va'tyrr seems a bit uneasy to be outside and tries as much as possible to keep to the shadows and not be seen for the moment.

People don't seem to take to kindly Drow's no matter where you are. I guess it was a mistake coming to a big town. When I got caught I tried to escape and maybeI killed one or two people in self-defense, but I'm sure even if I didn't I would have been sentenced to death. Now, I feel quite uncomfortable remaining here undisguised, allow me to try and mask my identity.

Tar-va'tyrr goes to a secluded corner and tries to disguise himself as an Elf. He was quite surprised that they didn't get rid of it when he was in prison.
Disguise(bluff) [roll0]

How do I look? Do I make a good Elf or do I seem a little weird?

[Shhhh!]

Brathios, Human Fighter
Should I lie? No, it'd serve no purpose
How, forthcoming of you all. I killed a Dwarf in a pit fight. In my defense, he would have killed me had I not finished him.
After a few seconds staring into the sky ahead of him, as if recalling days long gone, Brathios stares down the Drow, watching as he attempts to disguise himself.
Perhaps so, Drow...Tar, was it, but then you were alone. Now, you travel in a group, and a motley one at that. If this makes you comfortable, roll with it, and it may even make it easier for us together. But, think, if you will, of the advantage in terms of intimidation, a group with a murderer, a 'forged, and a dark elf.You'd still be feared, yes, but with that fear would come no small measure of respect. All the same, as you will.

[The_King_of_Durf]

Tybalt answers Hymath's question in the affirmative before his departure, chuckling to himself.

((PM sent to TwoBit.))

[Thoraxe]

Tar-va'tyrr, Drow Rogue

Thank you Brathios, it's been awhile since I could speak to anyone as a Drow. You make a good point but I would rather not cause this group any unnecessary trouble. Unless you pretend that I am your captive it may be hard for you all to get around, and I think I would like to have some say in social situations.

[TwoBitWriter]

Kranor Firesmelt, Dwarf Wizard/Cleric

"I will not hammer around the boulder with you, to use the old Dwarvish expression, Tar, the Drow are not friends of the Dwarves. However, we are all of us bound for death. From my Ioun-given intuition I can't help but feel that we must all learn to work together if we are all to survive this and go on our seperate ways."

Kranor watches Lord Tybalt walk away, taking the time to whisper to the group. so that the guard escorting them might not overhear. "I feel it obvious to say we shouldn't trust him, but I will expound upon my own reasons. The king is a good friend of the Tybalt family, and Lord Tybalt is his most trusted advisor..."

"But king Ramos d'Ondriam is old, and without an heir. It is no secret that his nephew, Ethan, is set to take the crown after Ramos' death. What many don't know, however, is that after Ethan it is Lord Vaughn Tybalt himself who is in line for the throne. There is a plot brewing... I smell it... we are, inexplicably, drawn into this. And there will be blood before the end..."

[Wolfgang Peters]

Quintus, Half-Elf Warlock

"As a half-elf, and as the son of a stuffy son-of-a-bitch elf, I honestly can say that drow don't bother me. My best friend was a tiefling anyway, and I mind no-ones appearance as long as I am sure of their intentions. I extend my friendship to you, Tar, as I would to any other.

Moreover, I must say I agree with Kranor. This Tybalt is a vulgar fellow, and his intentions elude me... This worries me all the more. I think it best that we work together until we can be free of our respective... 'binds.'"

[The_King_of_Durf]

The party, whispering and talking amongst themselves, are led through the Municipal Ward, past Deladin Ward where the kingdom's nobility live in luxury, and into the beautiful Tolly Park. Created to provide the people of the city with a place for relaxation, introspection, and playful recreation, the park's lush greens, bountiful trees, and impressive flower gardens are truly a sight for your sore eyes.

You are led down cobblestone paths to a wooden building, painted brown and green. It is set into the wall that borders Tolly Park and the Market, and looks old and humble. A wooden sign hanging above the door reads "The Bederweir."

The guards hold the doors open for you, and wait for you to enter. "You have until an hour past midnight," one says. After everyone is through the door they close it behind you.

The patrons of the Bederweir are most well-dressed noblemen and upper middle class workers. Many of them have suspicious looks about them, and you sense that they may be participating in explicit activities here at the tavern. They chat amongst themselves, some turning a slant eye to your crew and shuffling away. The seats at the bar are all open at this early hour of the afternoon, and the bartender beckons you over. He is a skinny man with scraggly gray hair all over his body, except for the top of his head, which is covered by a black hat.

"Welcome to the Bederweir, I'm Jon. I've been told ye'd be comin' and to accomodate yer every need. Sincere service with a smile, at tha'." he says, with more of a snarling smirk than a smile, although he does seem genuine. "Now, what can I do for ye? A nice meal? Or perhaps-" he leans in, "-something else?"

[Zid]

Hymath

Hymath looms over the man, his faceplate telling nothing about his thoughts or feelings, if the machine-man really has any feelings.

I would like some sand and oil, if you have any.

[TwoBitWriter]

Kranor Firesmelt

Kranor knows what the man means by "something else" but is hardly interested in that at the moment. In fact, he has always remained too focused on his studies and service to Ioun for such distractions.

"A book. Thats what I need. It has been far too long since I have perused a tome of knowledge. Might there be a repository or library nearby?"

He turns to Carric and Quintus. "You two are welcome to accompany me."

He would invite the others, but gets the distinct impression that Brathios, Tar, and especially Hymath, would not be particularly interested in the "something else" that Kranor had in mind.

[Slieken]

The cleric nods at the man, accepting his offer.

"Study would do one good. I would most certainly like to see what religious doctrines they have available to peruse."

The half-elf's dark eyes twinkle at the thought of gaining new knowledge of the pantheon.

[Wolfgang Peters]

Quintus, Half-Elf Warlock

"I will agree it would be quite a treat to set my eye once again on print - I shall accompany you to the library. And I wonder, Jon... Do I have any means of acquiring a telescope?"

Though still suspicious of their position at the moment, Quintus sees no reason to resist the opportunities presented therein.

[Shhhh!]

Brathios, Human Fighter
Brathios takes a seat at the bar, staring intently at the barman
I'd like a meal, and a drink, and, if you could, a whetstone.
Brathios sits at the bar, speaking to the barman when able
I'll roll a streetwise check here, might as well [roll0]
After he finishes his meal, his drink, and his conversation, he heads to a quiet corner, and either relaxes, or sharpens his sword, if he got a whetstone. If there's enough time, I'd also like to rest somewhere.
-edit- Spend two healing surges. yeah, forgot to do that.

[Thoraxe]

Tar-va'tyrr, Drow Rogue

Tar-va'tyrr leans closer to Jon.

I'm not interested in any wenches but do you where I could get any relaxing...
Tar-va'tyrr shoots Jon a sly look and in a hushed voice says special herbs?

[Wolfgang Peters]

Quintus, Half-Elf Warlock

Quintus' ears perk up - "Actually... Tar if you could acquire some of those herbs for me... I'd be thankful. On to the library!"

Quintus hasn't suffered a nightmare since going to jail, but he suspects it may resume as he begins life aboveground once again. In the past he tried many remedies for curing his terrors, and has no hesitance to try more.

[The_King_of_Durf]

"Odd bunch... but I suppose I kin get what yer looking for. Ye can't leave the inn so the library's out of the question, but I'll send an errand boy off for ye." Jon Bederweir says, then turns to yell at a young boy back in the storeroom.

"Hey! Ned! Git out and don't come back until ye got a wet stone, and some oil and sand, couple o' books, and a tellyscope."

The lad dashes off and Jon places a dish of roast pork, greens, and bread before Brathios. "Yer wet stone will be here shortly."

Then he says to Tar, "What kinda herbs are ye lookin' for? And don't be daft like yer friends and tell me parsley, sake o' Pelor's droopy nose."

[Thoraxe]

Tar-va'tyrr, Drow Rogue

Oh, just some stimulating herbs, and a pipe too if you could. I'd like to have a little pow wow with these guys, although from their responses that may not be possible. Hopefully it won't go to waste either way.

[The_King_of_Durf]

"Least one of ye isn't a complete dolt." Bederweir says, directing Tar-va'tyrr to an upstairs room where he finds everything he needs.

A few minutes later the young kitchen lad runs in panting, holding a carton of vegetable oil, some dirt from the gardens, a pebble which has been liberally dipped in water, a cookbook, a sales and records book from the Bederweir Tavern, a Brief History of Kest (a government-distributed pamphlet), and a small spyglass.

"There ye go, folks. Enjoy." He mutters under his breath. "Buncha damn freaks, every one."

[Zid]

Hymath, Warforged fighter

Hymath looks disappointed at the dirt and oil. How am I supposed to clean myself with that! I am rusty from years in damp cellars, and you give me some liquid food and gravel! I shod wash you in some dirt and see how you like it!

The figher stands up, his voice ever increasing in loudness.

Fetch me a proper wetstone for sharpening of weapons, some clean linens and oil and pure sand. Now!

[TwoBitWriter]

Kranor Firesmelt, Dwarf Wizard/Cleric

Knowing the History of Kest almost by heart, Kranor sighs at the offerings. Casting Mage Hand, he snatches the sales and records book from the lad and floats the text over to him. Instead of taking the book he lets the hand follow him to an isolated corner of the tavern, ordering a mug of ale from the nearest barwench.

He reads, sustaining the Mage Hand to hold the book up while he pores over the records and numbers. Occasionally he will take a sip of ale and turn a page.

Just for fun, I want to see if there are any legal (by that I mean illegal) discrepancies in the Inn's records. I don't know which check that would be so I will just roll a few and you pick the right one.

Insight:[roll0]
Perception:[roll1]
Streetwise:[roll2]

[The_King_of_Durf]

Nearly shrieking at Hymath's sudden outburst, the lad runs out of the Bederweir in pursuit of his items.

Kranor's inspection of the book reveals a number of rather questionable tax write-offs, and a huge amount of cash flow coming into the establishment under the profits from "lamb chops".

After a while, the boy returns, once again out of breath, with Hymath's desired items. As each party member takes care of their own needs and desires the building slowly begins to fill. The sun is beginning to set.

[The_King_of_Durf]

Soon the party finds themselves seated at the same table in an out-of-the-way corner of the inn. The serving wenches bring rounds of ale when you are running low, and are more than happy to comply to requests for food as well.

Carric, sipping his beverage, notices something white at the bottom of it. He drains it and finds that a circular paper has been placed between the drink and its coaster. Lifting up his mug, he reads the tiny scrawled message with a bit of difficulty. Don't follow his orders. You'll know when you see.

A number of armored men, presumable Tybalt's guards, enter the tavern. They take seats at a table in the opposite corner, but watch you intently, waiting for the late hours of night.

[The_King_of_Durf]

As the hours pass the patrons, most of whom cloak themselves heavily upon exiting, go out into the night. Soon none remain in the tavern but Jon Bederweir, your table, and Tybalt's men. You hear the wheels of a large horse-drawn carriage rolling to a halt just outside the door.

Through the window you see that it is a large, luxurious red and yellow affair, with curtains over its windows. As it stops outside the men stand. "It's time to go. You have a long trip ahead of you tomorrow and you need to be ready."

One holds open the door to the Bederweir, while the other crouches beneath the caravan and opens a trap door beneath it, through which you are to enter.

"Anything ye need 'fore ye go?" asks Bederweir.

[TwoBitWriter]

Kranor Firesmelt, Dwarf Wizard/Cleric

Before entering the cart, Kranor decides to answer Bederweir's query. "Certainly," he says, tossing the record book he had been reading at Bederweir's feet. "Hire someone who won't give a very incriminating text to an obviously well-educated but complete stranger..."

He smiles and winks at the man, then enters the cart.

I am going off the assumption that Carric hasn't revealed the message he has received and am acting accordingly, that is, ignorant.

[Wolfgang Peters]

Quintus, Half-Elf Warlock

"No, but thank you for your service. (Giving a slight bow) That we may cross paths again, Mister Bederweir..."

Looking around as if missing something, but knowing that he carries on his back all he owns in the world, Quintus steps into the carriage.

[Shhhh!]

Brathios, Human Fighter
At least I got to sharpen my blade.SighsI suppose I should grab some bread before I go, Have something to eat on the trip
Brathios stands, and checks over his gear one last time, before walking over to the bar
Spare a loaf of bread, Barkeep?
Brathios takes his bread, and walks quietly to the door, taking note of the armour and arms of his captors along the way

[Thoraxe]

Tar-va'tyrr, Drow Rogue

No, I don't require anything more but thank you very much for what you've already provided.

With that Tar-va'tyrr follows the others on their way.

[Zid]

Hymath, Warforged fighter

This place is far to noisy. It feels nice to leave it, Hymath says, to no one in particular.

Was your name Brathios? You fought well. Where were you trained?

[The_King_of_Durf]

You climb into the hollow bottom of the carriage. There is enough room for you to sit up and recline, but not to stand. It is pitch dark within the carriage compartment, and it takes your eyes a while to adjust. Bedding has been placed down for each of you. In the far corner there are two sacks, one full of fur clothing, bone chains, and strange vials of dye. In the other there is five days worth of trail rations for each of you (except, of course, Hymath), three sets of playing cards, and some dice.

Despite the activity of the night, you find the bedding much more comfortable than your cold jail cell floor. Even trying to stay awake and aware of your surroundings proves futile, and sleep quickly overtakes you, almost as though you were drugged by the dark, quiet, cozy atmosphere.

The next morning, you are awakened by a booming voice, and you see slits of light coming through the planks of the carriage. You are above the concrete streets of the city, and can make out the pants and shoes of common citizens on either side of the caravan.

"Today, good people of Deinkos, we go to the North! The last tribes of savages have been driven to the very edge of our empire, and now we will see that they leave and never return. We will arrive at the foot of the Colvack Mountains in under a week to begin negotiations with the savages' leader. We will make no compromises, and refuse to accept dissidence!" the Archduke Tybalt says, his voice somehow magically enhanced. "May I now present our young Duke, rising star and future leader of our glorious nation, his lordship Ethan d'Ondriam!"

Wild cheers fill the air. Kest's young heir to the throne, nephew of the King, is immensely popular amongst its subjects.

"Hello, people of Kest!"

Further cheers resound. The boy sounds quite young, in his early teenage years. An experienced listener could note the slight hesitations in his voice, as if he is not entirely sure of hiimself.

"Thank you! I am honored to represent our nation in the negotiations with the northern tribes. Surely a solution will be found, and our nation's boundaries will stretch from the Felunic Ocean over three hundred miles to the Colvacks! There is a long journey ahead of us, but I am sure that the savages will see reason! Wish us well!"

The crowd roars, the wheels of the carriage (and the other carriages in a caravan around it) begin to turn. You roll through the city gates to loud cheers, and pick up speed. Through the cracks the floor turns from pavement and stone to dirt roads and grass. The carriages dash forward, heading north to the mountains as fast as they can go.

There is nothing to do to pass the days to come but wait, think, and talk to the five new characters who have come into your lives. Although you are still seemingly imprisoned, it is not jail itself, and at least you are among what may be friends. You wonder what is to come, why you have been chosen to accomplish whatever your mission might be, and what Tybalt is planning...

[TwoBitWriter]

Kranor Firesmelt

Kranor pulls out his staff and casts light on the tip, and maintaining it so that things would not seem to dark in the carriage. "I hope that helps, I can stop it whenever we slumber."

"I am sorry for not being too forward with my supposed crime. I was ordered to be put to death for assaulting the Dean of the Kor Rabban University. I discovered he was a servant of my Lady's greatest enemy."

As the hours and days pass, when not in conversation, Kranor will keep the light spell up, save when others are sleeping, and cast his Prestidigitation cantrip to keep himself, and possibly the others, entertained.

[Wolfgang Peters]

Quintus, Half-Elf Warlock

Quintus leans in Kranor's general direction, interested.
"Who might that be, sir Kranor?"

[TwoBitWriter]

Kranor Firesmelt

Kranor eyes darken and he stares directly at Quintus.

"The Lord of Secrets..." Kranor says quietly, seriously. "The one who walked as a man, sold his soul to Orcus to become a Lich, then managed to ascend to Godhood. He is a keeper of secrets, withholding the right of all to the free flow of knowledge and information... I will not utter his accursed name here.."

[Thoraxe]

Tar-va'tyrr, Drow Wizard

Tar-va'tyrr turns to face Kranor and focuses his attention on him.
Perhaps it would be better to get to know more about them all before discussing our situation. I am interested in how a wizard was able to land himself on death row.

[Shhhh!]

Brathios, Human fighter
Brathios, not being over interested in this talk of deities sidles over next to Hymath, and speaks quietly to the Warforged
I learned the basics from a fellow who went by the name "Slims", don't ask why, I don't know. Don't think anyone does, or did. And the rest I learned in the pits. You'd be surprised how fast you pick things up when it's life or death. Or, rather, most would be. I'm thinking you had a much ...faster period of training than most of us
And to the rest
Anyone interested in some 5 card draw? Doubt we've got enough cash to keep it interesting, but not like there's much else to do here.

[Wolfgang Peters]

Quintus, Half-Elf Warlock

At this point, Quintus will do anything to entertain himself - besides, he's always been a bit adept at the cards himself.

"I'll take you up on that game. I'm afraid I don't have too many gold coins but we can probably bet a few hands anyway... If you so desire."

[Thoraxe]

Tar-va'tyrr, Drow Rogue

The long ride starting to get boring, Tar-va'tyrr seems interested in playing some card games.

I'm willing to play some cards, of course if anyone is willing for something else, I was able to take of those herbs I got from Jon. I have enough for all of us and I'm sure it'll make our time more enjoyable.

[Wolfgang Peters]

Quintus, Half-Elf Warlock

"Certainly, Sir Tar - I'll partake of some herbs if you don't mind. I nearly forgot about my request, many thanks."

[The_King_of_Durf]

Waking up one morning, four days into your monotonous journey, you see that a small piece of parchment has been slipped down into the cabin It reads as follows... Put on the rags and clothing of the savages in that sack, and leave your ordinary clothes behind. Tomorrow, when I shout, "The savages are attacking!", you will burst a trap door that will open above your heads and kill everyone in this carriage, except for me. Do this, and you've earned your freedom. Fail, and you'll be killed. Be ready in under twenty-four hours. -Archduke Tybalt

[TwoBitWriter]

Kranor Firesmelt, Dwarf Wizard/Cleric

After reading the piece of parchment, Kranor frowns... "Ah, this explains a lot."

He looks around at everyone else and whispers savagely, "well you lot can kill me now and be done with it. I will have nothing to do with this. I would rather take my chances with the 'Savages' then follow such corrupt orders as this!"

It is more the deception and lies that upset Kranor the most. Lying is one of the things Ioun dislikes the most.

[Zid]

Hymath

I doubt that we shall survive any attack. Will not Archduke Tybalts guards strike us down as soon as we have killed his enemies, as a proof of his own innocence?

[Shhhh!]

Brathios, Human Fighter
Hardly surprising. Wonder what this lot will do.
Well then. Seems we've been made into assassins. Really, I can't see him letting us go free no matter what we do. We know too much by now. But, whatever, freedom is freedom. So tell me, what will we do? I'm not going to play the fool, and be the only one to pop up, and try to stick my sword into someone. We could try to escape? If good ol' Lord Tybalt is worth his stuff, though, he'll have seen to that option being closed.

[Thoraxe]

Tar-va'tyrr, Drow Rogue

I dislike the idea of helping this Tybalt man any further, and there is no telling if he could turn on us or what could happen after we complete our mission. However if we don't follow our orders I don't think we will be able to escape with our lives and Tybalt did save us from our execution so we are in his debt for now. I think the possibility of freedom outweighs almost certain death.

Turning to Brathios And I can't let you be the only person sticking his sword in people.

[Wolfgang Peters]

It seems there are not enough of us in agreement to launch a successful attack for this Tybalt fellow - and if one of us disobeys we will all likely be executed. But then again! We don't even know for sure who the man is who is ordering us. It may be Ethan up there, and he may think we are his guards - We don't want to rise up against Tybalt and then realize it isn't him after all, and we will only succeed if we fight together.

We must all agree on a plan. Division will be the death of us. If it's Tybalt who drops down alone, I say we kill him; If it's Ethan, kill the rest."

[Shhhh!]

Brathios, Human Fighter
Wise words, Half-Elf, But even if we kill the Lord, His guards are not going to be spring chickens. Sort this out amongst yourselves, but do it quickly, and I'll go along with whatever you lot decide.
Brathios goes and digs through the bag of clothing, and sets aside all he would need for a costume.
Do hurry, friends, I think we'd all like to have as much time to plan this out as possible, and arguing about who stabs whom with what isn't very likely to get us anywhere.
(if it comforts anyone, I as a player say nuts to Tybalt, but we really do need to have some form of, you know, plan here, cause otherwise it's all going to go downhill)

[Wolfgang Peters]

Quintus, Half-Elf Warlock

Quintus waits expectantly, hoping the others will understand his explanation and choose to abstain from the killing of innocents. He also puts his own clothes away and dons leather armor, then reaching into the sack to find rags sufficient just to cover his armor.

[The_King_of_Durf]

The day passes, and your anticipation of the next morning becomes all you think about. Are you to become simple hitmen and murderers? Sitting there in tribal furs, you feel as though fate has conspired to bring you to an inescapable point, where your actions, no matter what they are, will have vast and far-ranging consequences. The next morning the caravan is stopped to change horses and restock supplies at the last way station before the Colvacks.

Listening through the boards overhead, you hear Tybalt speaking."Guard! Have the young Lord Ethan brought to my carriage, I must speak with him."

A few moments before you hear Ethan's voice above you. At about the time that he starts speaking the caravan begins to move onward again. "Greetings, my lord. You called for me?"

"Yes, lad. Do you believe that you are ready for the negotiations ahead?"

"I think so, my father taught me well."

“Ah yes, Vernon d’Ondriam truly was a great speaker. And a strong warrior as well. I fought alongside him and your mother the day that they died, you know. It was at the end of the last Savannah War, before the plague, and you were only eight or so then.”

“Hopefully I will honor them, and you, and everyone in this kingdom.” Ethan says, hesitating at first.

“Do you know how your parents died, boy?” Tybalt asks, his voice taking on a subtly more menacing quality.

“Yes, they were overwhelmed by the savages. They took most of the fiends with them though.”

The Archduke chuckles heartily, “I stood next to your parents as they died, you know.”

”Really? I thought that they had been separated, cut off from the rest of the army.”

”I twisted the blade I placed through his ribs while I choked him. He was pathetic. He sputtered like a baby, begged me to take you or your mother instead. He whimpered and cried for his life!”

”What? Who are you, you monster? I’ll kill you!” Two swords are drawn.

”Your mother I had fun with first.” Tybalt laughs uproariously. ”Look out! The savages are attacking!” A trapdoor above your heads opens into a lush, cushioned purple carriage. The grotesque Vaughn Tybalt and the young Ethan d’Ondriam stand at opposite ends of it, swords drawn and pointed towards each other. Tybalt notices you, says, ”Goodbye, boy!”, and somehow floats through a door out of the moving caravan. Ethan trips back from the trapdoor in fear, holding his sword in front of him in a futile attempt to protect himself from your advance.

[Shhhh!]

Brathios, Human Fighter
Damn him, that asinine Capo would have me kill someone so young?
Brathios looks about, at his allies. He stares down this foolish young one. He stands from the trapdoor, Walks to the opposite side of the Carriage from Ethan, draws his sword, and holds the pommel, letting the point of the blade rest on the floor.
You shouldn't be so hasty to show fear in battle. It invigorates your enemies. I, for one, have no wish to kill you, and by all nine of the hells, I have no wish to even harm you. but do us all a favor, and scream in pain.
And to his Companions.
Someone needs to get up here and sort this out before Tybalt returns. And by that, I mean quickly.

[TwoBitWriter]

Kranor Firesmelt, Dwarf Wizard/Cleric

Kranor steps into the room with the others, sees Tybalt's escape, and mutters to himself.

"I'm but a scholar, I am no leader..."

He looks over at young Ethan. "And boy, perhaps you would be able to help us make good our escape, before that ogre returns."

[Wolfgang Peters]

Quintus, Half-Elf Warlock

Quintus moves swiftly to Ethan, and speaks out to he and the group: "Quickly now, whoever knows how to drive a horse must act - let's get this carriage moving and get the hell out of here. Everyone stay down. (Offering a hand) Ethan, Sir, it's a pleasure."

[Thoraxe]

Tar-va'tyrr, Drow Rogue

Even though we are from death row, I don't think any of us can really kill a young innocent boy. I know I can't. Tybalt was foolish to lend his trust to 6 strangers, from prison no less.

To the group
We can't kill this young man. Tybalt has no control over us now so we can make our escape, yet if we do leave Ethan, he will surely be in more danger with Tybalt still alive. I believe we should escape and bring him to safety. Of course we will have to explain the situation to Ethan. From what we just witnessed however I don't think he can disbelieve our dispositions. Perhaps we could become his escorts. That would certainly be better than this.

To Ethan
Don't fear us, I doubt we look that intimidating.
Tar-va'tyrr reaches his hand out to the boy to pick him up. Lets get out of here.

[Wolfgang Peters]

Quintus, Half-Elf Warlock

"We have two choices, as I see it. Back to the city, or into the 'savage' lands. The barbarians generally have it in for all foreigners, but I think Tybalt poses a unique and powerful threat that we don't fully understand yet."

[Thoraxe]

Tar-va'tyrr

I believe maybe we should ask Ethan what he wants?

[The_King_of_Durf]

Relief flashes across the boy's face as he takes Tar-vatyrr's hand and pulls himself up. He is young, perhaps sixteen or seventeen, with blonde-brown hair and gray eyes. He wears a green and gold tunic, and wields a beautiful sword whose hilt is set with small rubies.

The second he opens his mouth to speak, you feel the carriage lurch violently. You hear its whinnying horses topple over, and can see fiery arrows flying violently through the air out of the windows. A number of them slam into the side of your carriage, filling the air with the smell of burning wood.

The carriage suddenly flips upon its side, and is rammed by the one behind it in the caravan, knocking most of you over. The sounds of battle fill the air outside. Shouts of "Traitor!" and "Die!" mix with the sounds of steel clashing upon steel. Your carriage grinds to a halt. One door is crushed against the road, the other is shut a couple of feet above your heads.

"My guards must be fighting Tybalt's! Let's just get out of this deathtrap before we're all killed!" Ethan says, standing.

[TwoBitWriter]

Kranor Firesmelt, Dwarf Wizard/Cleric

(If you let me get away with this, it would be cool)

With a shout of arcane power, Kranor uses his Thunderwave spell to blast the door above him open.

"Let battle be joined... hopefully we can save those loyal to Lord Ethan here."

He climbs out of the carriage and stands atop it, moving aside to allow another to exit, from his high vantage point, he surveys the scene.

(If the Carriage is not sturdy enough for me to stand on, then I will jump to the ground.)

[Shhhh!]

Brathios, Human Fighter
Now is the time to run, not fight! We should get away while we can, not dally about.
Brathios gathers himself from the collision, And pulls himself out of the carriage.
Using the height to assess the battle, He leans over to help the others out.
Hurry up now, I doubt any of you wish to die in flames.

[Wolfgang Peters]

Quintus, Half-Elf Warlock

"Indeed - This is not our battle, and as much as I feel for Ethan's guards, we are clearly in over our heads. We must flee, and quickly!"

Quintus quickly climbs out of the carriage with the help of Brathios.

[Thoraxe]

Tar-va'tyrr, Drow Rogue

Yes, we have to get out of here.

[TwoBitWriter]

Kranor Firesmelt:

"Very well... perhaps we can sneak away undetected..."

[The_King_of_Durf]

Kranor shatters the flimsy carriage door with a spell, and the party, with Ethan, climb out. A battle rages around you, with guards from the first carriage battling with those from the third. The third carriage has smashed into yours, splintering to pieces. The carriage in front of you has halted to allow its men to step out. Your carriage is upon its side, its roof slightly above the other two. You are just over five feet from the ground.

Carric emerges last of all, and is suddenly grabbed by an elf on the side of the carriage. He is dragged to the floor and stabbed through the chest. Blood soaks through his robes. A slingstone shatters into his neck, thrown by a human. Carric staggers up, blood dripping from his lips. He mouths the words, I am coming, my lady... I will be with you soon... A human wielding a halberd steps forth, sending his weapon through the cleric's chest. Carric topples over between the rubble of the two caravans. He does not move. A group of six humans and elves have made their way past Ethan's guards and surrounded your carriage.

Initiative Order: Brathios, Human Arcane, Tar-va'tyrr, Human Mace, Elf Bow, Kranor, Quintus, Hymath, Elf Sword, Human Sling, Human Halberd

((You five are bunched together on the carriage one space above the ground. Ethan is the scrawny guy next to Kranor.))

Combat (http://img353.imageshack.us/my.php?image=dsc00770fb4.jpg)

[Shhhh!]

Brathios, Human Fighter
Brathios steps forward, and does his best to disembowel his foe.
Reaping strike on the elf? in front of me.
Attack:[roll0]
Damage:[roll1]
2 damage on a miss.
It seems we get to stick our swords into people after all, Elf.

[Thoraxe]

Tar-va'tyrr, Drow Rogue

Tar takes out a shuriken and hurls it at the Elf Bow before it can even react.

Sly Flourish vs Ac [roll0]
Damage [roll1] + [roll2]

(If i don't have combat advantage against him because the round where they knocked out carriage over was a surprise round)

Tar takes out his dagger and flanks with the man that Brathios is in combat against.

Sly Flourish vs Ac [roll3]
Damage [roll4] + [roll5]

[Wolfgang Peters]

Quintus, Half-Elf Warlock

"Oh gods! It seems we must fight our way out; So be it... Quintus lifts a finger to the mage and casually, laughingly speaks a Curse at him. "Ethan, you might want to stay out of this fight. It's about to get messy."

Quintus then turns away, upwards and gestures up towards the heavens - Tereva Sanga en'Delban!" and as he gazes to the sky his eyes begin to flow and swirl, the pupils seeming to boil away in little black wisps. A ray of invisible power drips down from above, making the air shudder around it, manifesting as a cloud of icy points of light gathering around Quintus' head that soon gravitate towards each other to separate into distinct points of bluish-white light, orbiting above his cranium.

Quintus' body now literally shuddering with power, he brings his gaze back from afar, back down to the trifling matters on this world; Staring at the Human magi, he cries "ILE TYEL!", his body lifting off the ground a few inches as a number of the orbs join together and strike at the poor being with a painfully dire radiance -
[roll0] Vs. Reflex
[roll1] Radiant Damage
[roll2]

[Zid]

Hymath, Warforged fighter

The discussion has been to confusing to the poor warforged. He has stood still, either not interested in the talk, or perhaps he simply does not care. When he falls out of the wagon, and sees his opponents, he lets out a scream of joy.

Raahhg

He quickly moves towards the bowman, readying to take him out with one single blow.

[roll0]
[roll1]

If hit, the target is prone. I am aiming for what I think is the elf bow in the upper right corner of the pic. If he moves back, I´ll instead move first and then charge, making the same attack as above, but with a +1 power modifier to hit and not knocking the target prone if I hit.

[TwoBitWriter]

Kranor Firesmelt, Dwarf Wizard/Cleric

(Casting Freezing Cloud, which is an area burst 2 spell, I am targeting the square that will enable me to hit the three enemies directly opposite from us. I will willingly re-target a square that only allows me to hit two opponents if I need to avoid targeting an ally. I will trust you to draw the cloud's area, it lasts until the end of my next turn and anyone starting their turn there is subject to another attack.)

Freezing Cloud Description here.
Int vs. Fort
Area Burst 2 within 10 squares
1d8+ Int Cold damage.
Miss: Half Damage
Effect: The Cloud lasts until the end of your next turn. Any creature that enters the cloud or starts its turn there is subject to another attack. You can dismiss the cloud as a minor action.

Kranor draws his arcane power deep within himself. "Asha Kael Froska!" he cries, summoning a heavy mist that surrounds some of their opponents. The mist forms into a blue cloud of extreme cold that pierces through the armor and clothing of the enemy.

Freezing Cloud Attack: Int vs. Fort
Attack Roll 1: [roll0]
Attack Roll 2: [roll1]
Attack Roll 3: [roll2]

Damage Roll:
[roll3]

[The_King_of_Durf]

Brathios swings down violently at the elf below him, slicing through his armor. 7

The human mage reaches up to the sky sends an arc of lightning over all of you directly into the young duke’s chest. Separate bolts course from him into Quintus and Kranor, shocking each of them. 7

Tar-va’tyrr’s shuriken connects directly between the elf archer’s ribs, bringing blood pouring out of his chest. 22

The human wielding a mace moves up to Tar-va’tyrr, swinging his mace. Tar ducks out of the way nimbly, also avoiding an arrow from the elf archer he had hit previously, who has maneuvered to improve his shot.

Kranor conjures a cloud of stinging ice over the mage and the slinger, who are both enveloped in it. 9,9 Quintus’ curse, directed at the mage as well, is lost in the cloud and fails to connect.

Hymath roars fiercely and charges after the elf archer. The elf next to him manages to slip a blade into the machine, but it doesn’t slow him down. 8 Hymath, screaming with bloodthirsty joy, slams his hammer into the elf archer’s head, knocking it clear off as if playing baseball. Dead

The remaining elf stabs at Brathios with a long sword and a short sword, both of which the warrior skillfully deflects.

The human with a sling shrugs off the effects of the cloud and steps out of it, whipping three stones at Brathios, two of which connect. 9,6

The human wielding a halberd steps up and swings at Brathios, but merely connects with the carriage.

Combat (http://img78.imageshack.us/my.php?image=dsc00772nk3.jpg)

[Shhhh!]

Brathios, Human Fighter
Brathios uses his action point, going to a second wind, Then strikes down at the elf in front of him with steel serpent strike
Attack:[roll0]
Damage:[roll1]
The second wind gives me +2 to my defenses, The strike slows the elf if it hits, and keeps him from shifting, until the end of my next turn.
If I kill the elf, I'll leap down onto the square diagonally down from me, facing the Halberd soldier.
Ethan! Take cover behind the carriage!

[Zid]

Hymath, warforged fighter

Hymath swings around with a meanacing glare, focusing on the arcane spell user. This time silently raising his weapon above his head, he charges straight at the poor soul, trying to smash him to smitherens.

Move and attack human arcane with Spinning sweep, marking him. If hit, prone.

[roll0]
[roll1]

If he cannot reach the arcane user by movement, he´ll move and then charge. He´ll gain a +1 power bonus to attack, but won´t knock the target prone on a hit.

[Thoraxe]

Tar-va'tyrr, Drow Rogue

Tar, alerted by the enemy in front of him who tried to attack him, no long wants to see him alive.

Easy Target vs. Ac [roll0]
Damage [roll1]

If it hits the target is slowed and grants combat advantage to me (save ends both)
If it misses it does half damage and grants combat advantage to me until the end of my next turn.

Then Tar uses an action point to strike again now that the opponent is weakened.

Sly Flourish vs. Ac [roll2]
Damage [roll3] + [roll4]

[Wolfgang Peters]

Quintus, Half-Elf Warlock

Severely hurt by the failure of his most powerful spell, Quintus too knows that the worst thing is a loss of morale, so he takes a subtler approach with his next attack; Cupping his hands together, cursed and cosmic words snowball into a small indeterminable point of non-light that hovers away, seeking the human mace-wielder to torment.

[roll0]
[roll1]
[roll2]

"Keep your ground and keep together and we'll get through this! We must protect Ethan!"
(A Curse just before a Dreadful Word against the human mace, dropping his Will defense by 4.)

[TwoBitWriter]

(The characters that started their turn in the cloud were attacked again on the start of their turn. I am rolling that now.)

Freezing Cloud Attack:
Attack 1: [roll0]
Attack 2: [roll1]
Damage: [roll2]

Kranor, seeing the success of his cloud, roars. "I have shown you ice... now I will show you fire! Hreen Krakor!"

With a wave of his staff, Kranor hurls a burst of Scorching Flame, centered on the Mage. (I am probably going to get rid of Thunderwave in exchange for Magic Missile. I really need a single-target attack spell.)

Scorching Burst: Int vs Ref
Attack: [roll3]
Damage: [roll4]

After throwing his storm of flame, the ice cloud vanishes as quickly as it appeared.

(Note, I will probably use my Staff of Defense interrupt against the next attack against me, it adds +2 [my Con] to a single defense, which will naturally be whichever defense applies to the attack.)