Yarr reports back, looking a little scuffed from his failure to get up the wall.

"Ah'm terrible at climbin' apparently. The door doesn't seem to be locked though."
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Arnellia turns to Sularius and takes appraisal of the 6ft elf with rugged looks, blond locks, and green eyes. Appraisal of worth in his of injured state with poorly wrapped bandages already becoming stained with blood, then she smiles still stroking Jasmine and responds from her sitting position,

"Oh the eagerness of youth.. You are still grievously injured and yes I could call upon the divine to heal your wounds and then with all the blessings granted by the stars wasted when it was not necessary I could follow you all blindly into the keep. There to witness of your death, at the behest of some foul beast that has forced the Bramblebrashers to light the signal fire. Or if you wait and have the patience for but an hour I will see you right before we enter at our full strength and capabilities, to SAVE the bramblebrashers rather than die trying. For now it is best you sit and let your wounds be attended too. If Ma'am Warbal deems it necessary we rush headlong into the maws of death to save her kin. I will take her concerns into account as she and the council are the patrons of this venture after all. Perhaps Yarr and Meark could scout the outer edeges futher to see if there is a reason for us to rush to our final deaths becoming one with the stars, or if you wish we can all vote on rushing straight in for me it is lets hold off an hour, prepare this base camp properly so that Ma'am Warbal is safe and we have a fortified retreat position. Then once that is done and you are all bandaged up we enter the keep."

Arnellia is old and wise she looks poiniently at the poorly fortified camp really just some blankets on the ground as after arriving her most people were scouting the keep or getting bandaged up so nothing has been done to secure their location.

With out some significant sign of danger to the bramblbrashers (A scream or cry from the keep. I figure we are close enough to hear something.), or a direct instruction from the patrons of this, or a group vote to venture further into danger Arnellia is very hesitant to waste her limited magics so flippantly.

"Wait, why are ye lot arguing about healing? Only one of us still needs healin' badly. Ye don't have enough magic to spare one spell?"

Yarr shakes his head.

"Either way we've got two options this way in. The front door or climbing straight up to the from the ground. I've been 'aving trouble gettin' footing on the wall, but fallin' dun hurt me too bad. I could keep at it all day and not be too badly hurt. What's yer thoughts? I could try to give the wall another go pretty safely and could just poke my 'ead over the wall to check on 'em. Hell the wall ain't that high we could prolly throw up a message or a grappling hook now that I think about it."

"We will wait a little longer, then Arnellia can take one more look at Sularius wounds. After that, we press forward, because we can hesitate no longer. Fair?" Yalandlara said, pointedly. "And as Arnellia said, we should save her spells for when we are inside. We might need them in there, and until we hear screams we should be able to assume the Bramblebrashers are not in dire straits yet. One more hour should not hurt, but no more. At that point, we waste the spell and hope for the best is we cannot patch him up enough."

"Yup, she's laying down some law. Think I'm going to hang with Yarr for a bit." Jasmine said as she suddenly moved towards Yarr, gaining a glowering look from Yala.

[OOC: With that said, it'll be two hours before we go in. First hour, Treat Wounds and set up camp. Second hour, second round of treat wounds. Then we waste the spell and move in regardless.]

Sularius sighs and shakes his head, "I have seen many winters priestess, I would hazard at least as many as you, so save you condescension for those actually younger than you. And I believe the plan was not for all of us to blindly wander into the keep, but rather for the two of us," he says with a glance in Yarr's direction, "to stealthily enter the citadel and gather what intelligence we could before returning to formulate a more sound plan."

He shrugs, "I suppose we could wait another hour or two, or perhaps five. But what we do know is the traitor and the sellsword were seen coming this way, and since they likely know that we defeated the mephits, they will likely also surmise that we will be coming here. The longer we wait, the longer they have to prepare whatever forces are inside for our eventual ingress."

"No now Sul. It's a very sound plan to wait another thirty minutes to an hour to climb up 30ft to where we know the goblins are on the battlements or throw a note tied to a rock up there. We could get hurt by whatever's not killing them right now and need one spell."

Yarr crosses his arms.
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"I hate to say it, they had plenty of time for that already. All the time we took escaping the fire, putting out the fire, and tending to the townfolks." Yala looks at the building a moment. "You said you know a lot about this keep. Why would they be interested in it? I mean honestly, when the Hellknight's cleared out they would have taken everything with them, right? So what in your studies makes this Keep special? Anything? Why attack the Gathering, the Council, over broken down rocks and the Bramblebasher's?"

"Also, I do not think we should split up to much." Yala said flatly.

"Hmm...  A note. Good idea. How's your throwing arm Yarr?" She asked curiously.
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Yarr turns to Maerk, "Probably not as good as Maerk's. He could just throw a note or grappling hook up there and it should be easy peasy to get up to em. Don't know why we're waiting. They be right there."

"I have rope, but no grappling hook. Also, if we go in there, and find something big and nasty, get in a fight with it, do you want to do it without healing? Remember Miss Warbal said there are other monster's in there the Bramblebrasher's stay away from." Yalandlara said to him quietly. "Come on. You, me, and Maerk will toss a couple note's up on the battlements while we wait for Arnellia to tend to Sularius. That can serve two things, let us know they are okay, or let us know where our query is and allow us to ask Miss Warbal what might be in that area if she knows. Because something about this...just does not smell right."

Yarr pulls out a grappling hook.

"If there be something dangerous up there where they be that just means we can't wait because they are in danger. Notes be fine though. Sorry I be snippy. I'm just worried for the goblins. We don't tend to get outsiders involved in minor things and these be calling for elp. Notes are good enough. I kin write serveral kinds of goblin. The written kind and the pictures for those tribes like me old un that are still afraid of written word."

Yarr sighs, Me old tribe thought books were toe unting demons because a while back a cheiftain dropped one on is foot."

Yarr looks to their guide, "Yer tribe read?"
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"I'm worried for them too Yarr, but we serve them no good dead." She placed a gentle hand on his shoulder and kneeled in front of him. "We will make sure they are okay, and we will save them if they are in trouble. I promise."

"We'll toss some notes up and over first, see what happens." She said as she waited for Warbal's answer too.
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Like a dancer Arnellia rises from where she is stroking jasmine raising herself to her full 5’5” in height she lithely moves across to Yarr, and placing a delicate hand on his shoulder says,

“I see your concern for the brumblebashers and it is admirable. Could I suggest then you go climb the walls and observe with Maerk as a spotter, if The situation is dire you can signal us and I will immediately ask for a divine blessing to be given to Sul and we will all hurry to your aid.”

She leaves that idea hanging as she struts across to Sul and pokes a finger into his chest saying,

“You on the other hand, should not be exerting your self in this condition, I will have none of it. And Don’t be looking at me with that childish look of wonderment when you know I am right. Help putt the camp a rights or make your self useful fetching wood and when that is done I will have another look at your wounds. If at that time I need to call upon the power of my goddess I will ok...

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Just as a reminder besides the front door there are 4 other holes in the walls that lead into the wings.

Climbing the wall will let you bypass the entry foyer and the courtyard to get to the battlements. That may be worth it but just making sure everyone understands there isn't a second floor to the citadel. It's just the main floor and then battlements.

Maerk looked over each time his name was mentioned, nodded briefly to acknowledge that he was ready to move on the citadel whenever the group was sorted. His grasp on the Taldane language was not the strongest, and these folks were speaking very rapidly with a mixture of accents and cadences. He seemed to catch the gist of the discussion if not the intricacies of what was being discussed. It mattered little. His talents were particular and mostly violent, and he preferred it that way.

Maerk busied himself with the preparations of the camp. Often the success or failure of a campaign could be attributed to the ability to safely rest, re-arm and recoup after a rough go on the battle field. Should they need the camp, they'd find it ready.

After the camp is readied Arnellia moves across to Sul and says to Yalandlara,
 “Yalandlara can you sort Nez while I treat Sul?
She then unwraps Sul’s blood soaked bandage, re-cleans the wound. Stitching it closed she rewraps It with fresh bandages. Sul soon finds it feels good and he has full functionality back.

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07:59, Today: Arnellia rolled 27 using 1d20+7 with rolls of 20.  Healing Sul.
 08:02, Today: Arnellia rolled 15 using 4d8 with rolls of 1,5,2,7.  Critical treat wounds.

If Yalandlara succeeds that should be everyone healed accept Yarr Who will have one hp dmg
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"Sure!" She said with a simple nod, then moved to treat Nez once more.

[OOC: 22:48, Today: Yalandlara Vallindel rolled 21 using 1d20+7 with rolls of 14.  Treat Wounds on Nez.

22:53, Today: Yalandlara Vallindel rolled 11 using 2d8 with rolls of 5,6.  Treat Wounds HP.

Nez regains 11 HP's.

Darn, missed a critical success by a couple. Still, a regular success should be good enough.]

OOC: Updated HP

Name	HP
Nez	15/15
Sularius	14/14
Maerk	20/20
Arnellia	10/13
Yalandlara	14/14
Yarr	21/21

Elapsed time: 1 hour 30 minutes

Before anyone questions this I went back through the thread once already and this is what I got and I am not going over it again. No matter what happened before, this is the new official HP count as directed by the Gods of Keeping The Game Moving

Yarr brushes his clothes off as he stands, "Right, now that yer all done saving your healing spells lets get in there and save some people. I'll scout a room ahead with Sul, bein' careful to backtrack te the group if'n we encounter anything. If we're lucky the blightin' ars'nist hasn't burned anything else down."

Stealth to Front Door: 9
Take the time to open door very carefully once everyone is in position.
Perception into room: 22 (ignore the result in the dice roller I forgot to change my modifier, this is the correct total.
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"We'll stay close. And be careful you to. You see something, come right back and report it, okay? And if you can't, yell for help, we'll rush up and help." Yalandlara said with a smile and a nod.

The door opens with a loud audible creak. Yarr only pushed it for a second but that was enough for a sharp sound to pierce the otherwise silent air and echo through the chamber beyond.

OOC: Let me know if you want to keep pushing it open or not.

In reply to Dungeon Master (msg # 42):

Arnellia stays at 30’ ft from Yarr and Sul as the open the door and enter ready to cast at a moment’s notice.

OOC: Do I see anything through the crack with my rolled perception from my last post?

Yarr motions to Sul and then to his ear, leaning closer to the cracked door and listening to see if anything stirred from the noise. Seemingly he wants Sul to listen for something as well.

Listening: 17
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The tall warrior trod the path with confidence. His battered shield swung at his side, strapped to his massive forearm which bore the scars of each failed deflection, reminders of lessons learned. In the other hand, a massive paw, scarred as well, was a worn longsword stained with the blood of many foes. Upon his head was a tarnished and dented helm which turned to his left and right with wary intent.

Maerk knew his place in this hodge-podge entourage, and when the time came, he would unleash a very primal sort of violence.


Marching alongside Arnellia

Dressed in the lightest of pale blue veils and shirt with stars stitched into the light fabric her blooming BLUE SILK Dijin pants see through leaving little to the imagination. Arnellia knew how under dressed she was for adventuring. She carried a dark Cloke in her satchel by her side and healers tools and components in a bandolier across her chest. At her belt was a pouch filled with sling bullets and a dagger. On her hip a rapier she had no clue why she bought it she couldn't even use the thing she though tit was pretty she guessed. In her hand a sling was ready for use. With so little armor she felt safer having the big man prone to violence walking confidently next to her.
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