Cyre Red (IC)

[RandomWombat]

Aanash Tiefling Barbarian/Wizard/Warlock AC: 19 HP: 57/57 PP: 12 PIv: 11 PIs: 12 Conditions: Arcane Ward (5/5), Temp HP (6) Looking upon the blazing ruins, Aanash feels the heat on his face, the fire glinting off of the brighter metal segments of his body and the fool's gold of his belt. He watches the church die in flame and smoke, smiling in bittersweet satisfaction. Far more death than necessary, but a point had been made in the end. These zealots did not have what it took to claim this land. Nothing making them special just because they're scrappy. He'd learnt that lesson a long time ago. "Almost wish they put up more of a fight. And traps like this, only a coward's work," he comments with a dismissive gesture at the rubble, setting down the last pilgrim against a rock. Dragging him out of the blaze had been a courtesy, but Aanash ultimately feels no responsibility to carry him further. This fool's life would be his own to rectify or fall back into. Though maybe they can ask him a few things if he comes to before they leave.

[Bobthewizard]

Svek, Kobold Sorcerer | AC: 16 HP: 48 +0 /52 | PP: 15 PIv: 10 PIs: 12 Spell Points: 24/27 Sorcery Points: 3/5 Wand: 6/7 Wings 119/120 Conditions: Svek looks around at the smoldering ruins of the chapel, disgusted by how poorly everything went. He lets the sentries flee, not sure if he could catch them even if he wanted to, and listens to Aanash and Adam explain their thoughts on the situation. "These pilgrims were just pawns. Delver and the sentries used them to trap us. I think they wanted a fight, and they wanted the pilgrims to lose. I suggest we take this one with us, and get away from here before we are blamed for this whole thing." He looks to the others, knowing he wouldn't be able to carry the unconscious warforged.

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Action: none
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Reaction: shield if needed
Movement: none
Object Interaction: none
Concentration: none

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Duvi (Duvamil Sparklegem) gnome, Majordomo for Prince Oargev.
Haydith ir'Wynarn, Princess of Karnnath
Kellar d'Kundarak
Mialee, a Valenar elf who is training Oargev's troops
job in Kalazart (have map)
rescue salvage crew
Bring back documents
Kundarak loot can be sold to Kundarak
In New Cyre - Cyran Metalworks for armor and weapons
Dalsin's Wondrous Emporium - some magic items
Finas Tiyas, halfling ghost, now in Honor, needs to return sword to Eston.
Delver, warforged in camp

[RandomWombat]

Aanash Tiefling Barbarian/Wizard/Warlock AC: 19 HP: 57/57 PP: 12 PIv: 11 PIs: 12 Conditions: Arcane Ward (5/5), Temp HP (6) Raising a finger and thumb to his chin, Aanash thinks on the little dragon's observation. "What is it the story books from Sharn call it? A patsy, yes?" It's not an angle he would have considered, but it does make sense looking at it in the new light Svek reveals. "The spark to bring anger, bring arms to another cause. So cowards still... but perhaps clever cowards." Letting his arms fall, Aanash flexes his shoulders. "I could carry this pilgrim over my shoulder. I do not want to. Have we room on the wagon? Or shall we see if any canvas coverings survived the fire in the surroundings of the church? We can drag them upon a stretcher."

[purepolarpanzer]

First Sergeant Honor Warforged Paladin of Conquest AC: 19 HP: 46/54 PP: 11 PIv: 9 PIs: 14 Conditions: Concentrating on: 5 / 5 d10 HD Spell Slots- 3/4 1st, 1/2 2nd Lay on Hands- 25/25 Honor looks from the flaming ruins of the church to the inert warforged pilgrim before them. "Let them blame us. We know the truth. Delver and his "Blood and Blade" ilk are manipulating my kind into violence and madness. If we meet them again, we will put them down again." Corporal Finas winced inwardly. "So quick to resort to violence against your own people, Sargent?" My composition. Not my people. Cyrans are my people now.

[Archmage1]

Adam shakes his head, firmly, at the bloodthirsty attitude of Honor and Anash. "Perhaps, but some diplomacy might be a better route." He looks back at the flaming rubble, and then back to Honor. "I've no desire to kill people I don't need to kill, because some ******* is looking to create a cult around himself. The best counter to that we have is our stuttering friend here. If he can tell the true tale of what happened here, how Delver deliberately provoked a massacre?" He pauses, and looks at the running sentries. "Of course, the sentries were clearly his allies, and will no doubt be decrying our villainy to their friends."

[RandomWombat]

Aanash Tiefling Barbarian/Wizard/Warlock AC: 19 HP: 57/57 PP: 12 PIv: 11 PIs: 12 Conditions: Arcane Ward (5/5), Temp HP (6) "Most likely would have been easier without the massacre part," Aanash comments, squatting next to the unconscious warforged and poking the side of his head softly with his hammer. "Not that I killed anyone. Mm, you awake in there?" he asks, watching Stutters for any sign of motion.

[Awful]

The Iron Witch Winged Tiefling AC: 18 HP: 31/38 THP:0 PP: 14 PIv: 15 PIs: 11 Conditions: Concentrating on: 5 / 5 d8 HD Spell Slots- 4/4 1st, 2/2 2nd Misty Step 1/1 Bless 1/1 /LR Cannon: 0/1 Fireball wand 6/7 Witchling AC13 HP: 18/18 THP: 9 16PP

The Witch reached up to toss the Witchling further skywards before she descended herself.
"Keep an eye out for anything that might have heard the noise and seen the smoke," she told it, and it nodded with determination writ on its tiny face.

Satisfied her order would be kept, she descended to land next to the others, folding her black wings back around herself.

"An ill fight," she said by way of greeting. "We should be away from this miserable business soon, in case something we don't want to meet sees the smoke and flames."

She looked down at the unconscious warforged, and frowned as the other tiefling jabbed him in the head with his hammer.
"Whatever you intend, Aanash, do not torment the poor wretch."

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Witchling keeps an eye out from a vantage point in the sky. I'll roll if needed.

[Amnestic]

Absent any healing, Stutters is unresponsive, and likely will be so for an indeterminate number of hours, necessitating either a considerable wait in this spot or carrying the hefty warforged with you.

Though none of you had as yet prodded at Delver's body, his shield and blade still hum with minor magic.

[Spore]

Surge the Sellsword Shifter Ranger AC: 17 HP: 36/44 PP: 16 PIv: 15 PIs: 13 Conditions: Devil Panther's Sight (120 ft) Concentration: - Surge sighs as he puts back his bow. And people wonder why I don't like preachers. As the rickety chapel crashes down and the flames die out, Surge instead of mending the present people just checks the whole area for salvage and loot. You should probably tend to the damaged unit. Unless you too take offense in me stating the obvious. Sick people go to the healers, damaged warforged need to be repaired. Simple as that. So I am unsure my spell would heal them, I would leave Honor with the honor to raise our conscious friend. he says while rummaging in the remains.

[purepolarpanzer]

First Sergeant Honor Warforged Paladin of Conquest AC: 19 HP: 46/54 PP: 11 PIv: 9 PIs: 14 Conditions: Concentrating on: 5 / 5 d10 HD Spell Slots- 3/4 1st, 1/2 2nd Lay on Hands- 25/25 I will heal our... prisoner. But first, does anyone else need healing? I would not aid a former combatant before my allies." Honor holds up a glowing grey hand, extending it to anyone who needs it and finally expending the last of his energy into the stuttering warforged.

[Awful]

The Iron Witch Winged Tiefling AC: 18 HP: 31/38 THP:0 PP: 14 PIv: 15 PIs: 11 Conditions: Concentrating on: 5 / 5 d8 HD Spell Slots- 4/4 1st, 2/2 2nd Misty Step 1/1 Bless 1/1 /LR Cannon: 0/1 Fireball wand 6/7 Witchling AC13 HP: 18/18 THP: 9 16PP

"I took a blow," the Witch said, "Though it's nothing so serious I won't live, if one of us is more in need."

Post-healing, she went about in a brief search, retrieving Delver's weapon and shield. The shield she pondered keeping for now, if none else asked for it; the sword she offered about freely.
"The blade and shield of their leader. Magical, obviously, and while I can hazard a guess, they're unidentified as yet."

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The Witch will do a search of the wreckage for anything useful or valuable.


Witchling keeps an eye out from a vantage point in the sky. I'll roll if needed.

[Bobthewizard]

Svek, Kobold Sorcerer | AC: 16 HP: 48 +0 /52 | PP: 15 PIv: 10 PIs: 12 Spell Points: 24/27 Sorcery Points: 3/5 Wand: 6/7 Wings 119/120 Conditions: While the others manage the Stutterer and do a quick search of the bodies, Svek takes flight. "Let me see how much time we have." He flies straight up into the air, looking in all directions to see if any reinforcements are coming.

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Perception: (1d20+5)[7]

Action: none
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Reaction: shield if needed
Movement: none
Object Interaction: none
Concentration: none

Spoiler: Notes

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Duvi (Duvamil Sparklegem) gnome, Majordomo for Prince Oargev.
Haydith ir'Wynarn, Princess of Karnnath
Kellar d'Kundarak
Mialee, a Valenar elf who is training Oargev's troops
job in Kalazart (have map)
rescue salvage crew
Bring back documents
Kundarak loot can be sold to Kundarak
In New Cyre - Cyran Metalworks for armor and weapons
Dalsin's Wondrous Emporium - some magic items
Finas Tiyas, halfling ghost, now in Honor, needs to return sword to Eston.
Delver, warforged in camp

[Amnestic]

The clouded mists of the Mournland obscure much from Svek's sight, but even with the limited cover it doesn't appear any others are making an advance on you. There's still a flicker of a sentry cloak as they beat a retreat, but there's no indication they're slowing.

Picking over the (figurative) bones of what was once the small church is a difficult task - most of the supplies were crashed by stone or burned by fire, and the pilgrims were lightly equipped to begin with - not to mention coinage is of limited use in the Mournland. The efforts are not totally in vain though, a religious idol that fell from the altar survived much of the damage and is in sufficient enough condition to be sold.

[Spore]

Surge the Sellsword Shifter Ranger AC: 17 HP: 36/44 PP: 16 PIv: 15 PIs: 13 Conditions: Devil Panther's Sight (120 ft) Concentration: - To Honor's question, Surge just shoots a quick: Not in top shape but I am not the man in charge of holding the enemy down, am I? There is little of use here ther than this decorative stuff. We should proceed to leave this cursed place. I told you, nothing comes of "friendly" encounters in the Mournlands. After picking the idol and handing it to the Witch, Surge casually draws his blade as he advances Honor. Go on then, heal it. I want to know why they attacked. he says the blade ready to strike the golem down again.

[Archmage1]

Adam, who had been silently watching as the ruins of the church continued to burn, stirs as Surge draws his sword, and approaches the warforged, and he holds out his hand. "Surge, perhaps not leading with weapons would be the wiser choice. He's likely to be some combination of frightened or angry, but unless we want to kill him out of hand, which we don't, starting with weapons out is a bad idea. We want to talk to him, to learn from him, and maybe encourage him to tell the truth of what happened here. We don't want to kill him, and leave the only reporters of these events as Delver's men."

[RandomWombat]

Aanash Tiefling Barbarian/Wizard/Warlock AC: 19 HP: 57/57 PP: 12 PIv: 11 PIs: 12 Conditions: Arcane Ward (5/5), Temp HP (6) "I agree with the murder priest, my bladehappy friend," with a wide grin, Aanash nudges Surge's sword away from their prisoner with his hammer's head, then tucks the weapon back into his belt. "The little tinman could barely scratch us. He is hardly dangerous enough to warrant such unsubtle threats. My smiling face is all the menace we need."

[Spore]

Surge the Sellsword Shifter Ranger AC: 17 HP: 36/44 PP: 16 PIv: 15 PIs: 13 Conditions: Devil Panther's Sight (120 ft) Concentration: - Surge stows his blade. You know the saying. Even a broken clock may perchance hit the mark. He shrugs, but steps back. If you need me, I am back over here, watching you get stabbed.

[Bobthewizard]

Svek, Kobold Sorcerer | AC: 16 HP: 48 +0 /52 | PP: 15 PIv: 10 PIs: 12 Spell Points: 24/27 Sorcery Points: 3/5 Wand: 6/7 Wings 119/120 Conditions: Svek returns to the group and watches as Surge pulls his weapon on the unconscious warforged. He thinks Surge is probably right about being a little more cautious, but doesn't want to argue with the others, especially Adam. He waits off to the side while they try to revive the man. "I didn't see anyone returning right away. But let's be quick about this."

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Action: none
Bonus Action: none
Reaction: shield if needed
Movement: none
Object Interaction: none
Concentration: none

Spoiler: Notes

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Duvi (Duvamil Sparklegem) gnome, Majordomo for Prince Oargev.
Haydith ir'Wynarn, Princess of Karnnath
Kellar d'Kundarak
Mialee, a Valenar elf who is training Oargev's troops
job in Kalazart (have map)
rescue salvage crew
Bring back documents
Kundarak loot can be sold to Kundarak
In New Cyre - Cyran Metalworks for armor and weapons
Dalsin's Wondrous Emporium - some magic items
Finas Tiyas, halfling ghost, now in Honor, needs to return sword to Eston.
Delver, warforged in camp

[purepolarpanzer]

First Sergeant Honor Warforged Paladin of Conquest AC: 19 HP: 46/54 PP: 11 PIv: 9 PIs: 14 Conditions: Concentrating on: 5 / 5 d10 HD Spell Slots- 3/4 1st, 1/2 2nd Lay on Hands- 0/25 Honor reaches out and holds his palm over the Iron Witch for several seconds, her wounds knitting as the weight of his vows settled in restored that which was. Once that is done, he turns to the warforged prisoner. As a way of establishing control without coming across as overtly hostile, Honor clamps a hand on the cultist's shoulder and holds him down as the remainder of his healing flowed into his fellow construct over a handful of seconds.

[Awful]

The Iron Witch Winged Tiefling AC: 18 HP: 38/38 THP:0 PP: 14 PIv: 15 PIs: 11 Conditions: Concentrating on: 5 / 5 d8 HD Spell Slots- 4/4 1st, 2/2 2nd Misty Step 1/1 Bless 1/1 /LR Cannon: 0/1 Fireball wand 6/7 Witchling AC13 HP: 18/18 THP: 9 16PP

"My thanks," the Witch said plainly to the warforged, feeling her bruise ease aching.

She kept her longarm lowered as she waited to see if the stuttering pilgrim woke.

[Amnestic]

When the healing energy passes into the warforged, the light in their eyes flickers a moment before the soft glow returns. They twists their head, seeking a familiar sight as they shift their body against the damage dealt. Their eyes find Delver's corpse, picked clean of equipment, and then rise up to the remains of the destroyed church, some embers still licking up from beneath the choked stone. They spin, frantic, seeking any other familiar faces, but finds none save the unmoving Delver - and you.

"Wha....what d...d...d...did you d...d...do!?" Their voice is desperate, pained, and they push themselves to their feet, rushing past you to the fallen place of worship, scrabbling at the rocks, grabbing at stones, desperately trying to move aside the rubble as they desperately search for anyone still alive.

[Archmage1]

Adam shakes his head, sadly, as the stuttering warforged panics. "Not us. After Delver incited this conflict, and we knocked out most of those he had incited, and after we had dealt with him, one of the sentries did something behind the alter, and the place collapsed soon afterwards." He frowns once more. "If those idiots hadn't incited this whole thing, none of this would have happened."

[RandomWombat]

Aanash Tiefling Barbarian/Wizard/Warlock AC: 19 HP: 57/57 PP: 12 PIv: 11 PIs: 12 Conditions: Arcane Ward (5/5), Temp HP (6) Pushing himself up to his feet as the warforged runs past, Aanash stands back casually and watches him pull at the rubble. "What did I do?" Holding up his arms and letting his hammer hang casually from one of his wrists, he shrugs. "I dragged you out of the martyrdom your leader set aside for you. I do not like killing, least of all those who can barely put up a fight." Aanash walks slowly towards the ruins, but doesn't get up in the warforged's personal space. "It is clear now that Delver wanted a fight. Wanted many of you to die, so that he could create more outrage. Make more war fodder. He could not have done anything else, with such weak soldiers."

[Bobthewizard]

Svek, Kobold Sorcerer | AC: 16 HP: 48 +0 /52 | PP: 15 PIv: 10 PIs: 12 Spell Points: 24/27 Sorcery Points: 3/5 Wand: 6/7 Wings 119/120 Conditions: While the others express their outrage at the accusation from the stuttering warforged, Svek just feels bad for him. He was probably peacefully minding his own business, on some sort of pilgrimage, when they were taken in by Delver and the sentries. They were likely lied to, and then coerced into attacking us. Svek stays back and shows true sympathy for the man. "I'm sorry about your friends. I wish they hadn't attacked us and been killed." He then continues to look around, expecting a counterattack and wanting to get moving.

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Action: none
Bonus Action: none
Reaction: shield if needed
Movement: none
Object Interaction: none
Concentration: none

Spoiler: Notes

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Duvi (Duvamil Sparklegem) gnome, Majordomo for Prince Oargev.
Haydith ir'Wynarn, Princess of Karnnath
Kellar d'Kundarak
Mialee, a Valenar elf who is training Oargev's troops
job in Kalazart (have map)
rescue salvage crew
Bring back documents
Kundarak loot can be sold to Kundarak
In New Cyre - Cyran Metalworks for armor and weapons
Dalsin's Wondrous Emporium - some magic items
Finas Tiyas, halfling ghost, now in Honor, needs to return sword to Eston.
Delver, warforged in camp

[Amnestic]

"Kn-kn-kn-kn-knocked out!?" He screams, looking back at you, pointing a finger at Adam. "I w...w...w...watched your m...m..m...m..magic c..c...c...c...cut d...d...d...d..down my friends." Their accusations turn to Iron Witch. "And her f...f...f...fireball!" Their hand is still gripping a stone that they ripped from the pile left behind. "You l-l-l-left me alive f-f-f-f-for what? We m-m-m-m-m-made our choice."

[Spore]

Surge the Sellsword Shifter Ranger AC: 17 HP: 36/44 PP: 16 PIv: 15 PIs: 13 Conditions: Devil Panther's Sight (120 ft) Concentration: - Surge leans on a rock, seemingly unmoved by the dramatic display. I pointed out a flaw on you. Delver got mad and we defended ourselves. And things get messy when you push those magic types. As he pushes himself away from it towards the warforged, he extends a hand to help the searching warforged. No use looking for them. Those who survived went that way. If you want me to, I can track them down so you are united again. No fightin'. 'cause if I were out to kill y'all, wouldn't you think we will be following your friends towards the next hidey hole? So don't make me look like a fool here, take my hand and we are off. If not, we are on our way. It makes little difference to us how you choose.

[Archmage1]

Adam shakes his head at the warforged's accusations. "My magic only harmed those who wished me harm. This" He gestures at the church. "Was never what I wanted. We just wanted to find out if the people we were looking for had been here. What happens next is your choice. We did not, and do not want to be your enemies."

[RandomWombat]

Aanash Tiefling Barbarian/Wizard/Warlock AC: 19 HP: 57/57 PP: 12 PIv: 11 PIs: 12 Conditions: Arcane Ward (5/5), Temp HP (6) "I just told you why I left you alive," Aanash twirls his hammer on his wrist wrap and brings it up into his hand, but keeps it leisurely at his side. "Because I wanted to. And if you choose to attack me again now, I will still leave you alive, but you will be lying unconscious and alone in the Mournlands; which does not bode well for you." The tiefling holds out a hand to the warforged- not in the sense of offering it, but as a passing motion. "This is my gift to you as the victor: your life. Take it. See the world. Learn how it really works, not the words of your fool preacher pulling colored veils over your eyes. Get stronger, stronger than Delver, smarter than Delver. And if our weapons cross again, I hope that you can show me a good time. I want to see what you can become, Becomer. That is why you are alive." Spoiler: Rolls Show (1d20+2)[19] Persuasion

[Awful]

The Iron Witch Winged Tiefling AC: 18 HP: 38/38 THP:0 PP: 14 PIv: 15 PIs: 11 Conditions: Concentrating on: 5 / 5 d8 HD Spell Slots- 4/4 1st, 2/2 2nd Misty Step 1/1 Bless 1/1 /LR Cannon: 0/1 Fireball wand 6/7 Witchling AC13 HP: 18/18 THP: 9 16PP

The Witch opened her mouth to spit back bitter words at the accusatory tone of the survivor, and then shut it again. What good would it do? She found no appetite for bandying words with a fellow fool too unlucky to die with their kin.

She simply turned away, expression as hard and sharp as glass.

[purepolarpanzer]

First Sergeant Honor Warforged Paladin of Conquest AC: 19 HP: 46/54 PP: 11 PIv: 9 PIs: 14 Conditions: Concentrating on: 5 / 5 d10 HD Spell Slots- 3/4 1st, 1/2 2nd Lay on Hands- 0/25 Honor looks over the desperate, scrabbling warforged for a few moments, hand reaching for his hammer as he begins to worry that this weakling will do something stupid. "Listen to my companions. We were attacked. We defended ourselves. You have been given a second chance in life. Do not waste it on vengeance or looking for the same people who urged you to violence. Go find a place in the world. Maybe even one of peace- I don't understand it, but some of our kind find fulfillment beating swords to plowshares." Honor approached the stutterer. "I have healed you and given you this second chance. Do not make me regret it." Corporal Finas asked with genuine curiosity- "Do you feel your harsh words led to this violence, or that Delver would have picked a fight no matter what?" "Ask him. I am not concerned with such things."

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Persuasion of 15 in the Discord to calm him down. If someone wants to help, I also got a 15 with advantage.