You find the specified point along the road you have been charged with controlling. You can expect hobgoblins to attack head on, while goblins attempt to slip past you. Let none pass!

Tiria stands in the center of the road they which they are guarding, scimitar in hand, perhaps in the hopes of having a clear line of sight to any incoming messengers or troops.

OOC: Please place me at or around H15
Initiative 22 if/when needed.
18:13, Today: Tiria Nailo rolled 22 using 1d20+3 with rolls of 19.  Initiative.

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Golun welcomed his squad members, introducing himself to those he had not met before. Larwick he knew from their patrol together. The fellow seemed dangerous and unpredictable, but he would rather fight with him than against him. The others were unknown, but he had seen some of them around the town.

Quietly he found a solid looking tree to position himself behind. He held his shield firm, with his hammer hanging from a belt loop for now. Under his breath he whispered quiet prayers, as much to soothe his own mind as to any benefit they may bring. In his other hand were a few good sized pebbles, smooth and round like those found on a river bed.

Then, he waited…

Giving myself Vigilant Blessing, Adv on next Initiative roll.

Positioning myself about halfway up at A18, to the side in cover. Am watching out for sneakers as well as a frontal assault.

Brohm sepperates himself from the others when they arrive, disappearing into the forest as silent as still air.  Quickly lost from sight, he positions himself behind a tree. (L:19)


Passive Perception:17
Rolled Perception: 12
Rolled Stealth: 28

08:40, Today: Brohm of Clan Stonehelm rolled 12 using 1d20+8 with rolls of 4.  Perception.

08:40, Today: Brohm of Clan Stonehelm rolled 28 using 1d20+8 with rolls of 20.  Stealth.


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Walter had been chatty on the way to the spot they were to guard, mainly noting how exciting everything was. When they got nearer he got the sense that his teammates were getting ready and so he quieted down.

Getting his sword ready he looked in the direction the enemy was coming from, and his eyes sparkled as if something more was happening, and he scanned the area looking mainly for stuff to pew-pew with his magic until they got closer.

Take up position at F16
Darkvision 120ft also seeing through magical darkness.
Passive perception: 10
16:28, Today: Walter rolled 4 using 1d20.  Perception.

(OOC - G22)

Larwick seemed to lounge about, barely paying attention to the road around him.

In truth, he was paying a lot of attention. And he had noticed some things.

Among the seven squad members, none of them had spoken up so far. Normally, he would not see this as a problem, and would be grateful to be free from obnoxious chatter.

However, right now he felt like a member of a sinking ship, or a dwindling bandit group.

In truth, the organizations he had always been a part of were more organized than mere countryside bandits, or wayward pirates that belonged to no major fleet... he was definitely the Underworld type, though he had never been much more than one of their thugs...

Still, he knew enough about organizing a group, to see that this isolated, hesitant atmosphere was useless in the face of imminent combat. They weren't scared like a pack of serf conscripts sure, but the second they faced an unexpected challenge, chaos would scatter their ranks more quickly than anyone could tame it.

Thus, he felt the need to establish a chain of command. At the very least, given that it was not clear the power levels or talents of each individual group member and thus what their authority in a hierarchy should be, Larwick believed they should be assigned 'roles' to stick to, to maintain some semblance of order in their formation.

The dwarf had already vanished, and Larwick couldn't find him anywhere... Had he gone cast Invisibility? That would make him at least a second-circle mage? But the only one he had gotten a definite arcane vibe from was the woman now wielding a scimitar... he shook his head and gave up on trying to understand.

He spoke instead, in his normal unrefined accent, "Lissen' up, why don' we all intaduce ahselves and summuva skills, at th' ve'y leas'?"

If the reception to his words was not ice cold, he would clear his throat and continue, "Ill go firs' then. M'name is Larwick, and I can do this," he raised his hand to the sky, away from the group members as pitch black energy was appearing in his palm, before releasing and streaking upwards like a bullet, before exploding in an icy color like a firework.

"Also, I can tussle with a blade" he nudged the Warpick by his side, "an' I can curse their blood"

Feeling that was a more than sufficient rundown of his skills, he waited to see if anyone else would follow his lead, despite being a newbie.

The man is quiet as he joins the rest of those he will be fighting alongside. If asked he say simply that he can be called, "Ten." In his hands, he holds only a staff, no other weapon. He is uncertain of the wisdom of this course of action, and he does not know of the predations of this tribe they are standing against. But he has to try and fit in to his new 'home' so.

He looks over the area but is not brave enough, or foolish enough, to put his frail body in the open. Instead, he mimics another of the party and moves to one of the trees to try and hide himself away. Then he settles in to wait and see what may come.

OOC: Ten will move to O-17 and hide himself.
10:11, Today: Secret Roll: Ten rolled 20 using 1d20+3.  Stealth.

Walter gets distracted from looking for enemies by Larwics questions. He turns and gives the tiefling a small wave. "Hey, I'm Walter." He looks up and watches the display of magic with a small "oooh". He looks back. "I can do that too, and the sword thing." He gestures at the longsword in his hand.

Then he turns back to look at the potential approaching enemies once more.

Tiria rolls her eyes at the tiefling firing his blast into the sky, detonating it in a firework display that would almost certainly now act as a beacon for exactly where on the road they lay in wait.

"I'm Tiria and I prefer to use sword magic. If they didn't know we were here before, they do now."

She makes eye contact with Divok and sighs before turning so that Walter and Larwick can also see her face, "I suppose we should have spoken more at our camp to clear things up. Regardless, our job is simple: the four of us hold the road, yes?"

The word 'four' is emphasised slightly and accompanied by a wink followed by a slight raising of the eyebrows that seems to ask if the others were following her meaning.

In reply to Divok Gezaha (msg # 3):

Divok, you are in squad 4!

Addressing his fellow guards, Golun spoke in a clear but low voice. "Remember, we need to look in all directions. Messengers may be trying to get out, and any reinforcements will most likely come from that direction." He gestured down the road away from the fort.

As per the Squad 4 thread, the fort we are assaulting is at the top of the map and any reinforcements are likely to come from the bottom...

As the assault begins you hear the sound of battle commencing in the direction of the fort, though nothing comes your way yet. You each get into position some of you disappearing, to the best of your abilities, and others standing in the open waiting for your chance to strike.


t = Trees
Character initials for placement.

Whilst holding herself in a posture of confidence and poise, there is a subtle tension in the elf's grip on her scimitar.

She looks up the road towards the sound of the assault to the north. "[Language unknown: Arepa ee]," she whispers into the frigid air and begins to pace slightly back and forth across the road, perhaps to keep her muscles warm.

OOC: No readied actions from Tiria at this time, just keeping watch and being ready to act when someone/thing approaches our position.

Golun kept still, periodically scanning the western perimeter for any signs of movement. In his hand he silently rotated the three small pebbles he held, as much to focus the mind as anything else.

Walter took note of the cautionary words to look all around him, and after a brief moment trying to do exactly that but becoming slightly light-headed in the process, he decided to amble over to a nearby tree and use it for support while he mainly kept his vigil toward the fort.

That was, after all, where the super interesting noises seemed to emanate from.

Move: E12
Action: Perception
15:22, Today: Walter rolled 11 using 1d20.  Perception.

Taken aback by the wizard's harsh, but true, words, Larwick stumbles a bit and does not speak.

His expression is very bad now, almost dangerous. He seems torn between fight and flight as he nervously glances around him, as if weighing how long he has before his squad members rip him apart.

Swallowing, Larwick will stumble back about fifteen feet, trying to be nonchalant about it. [--> G24]

While he does look at the horizon for enemies, his eyes never seem to leave the members of the group around him, as if he isn't sure who he needs to be more wary of.

Action: Hold possible eldritch blast against appearing hostiles. it's a cantrip so it should be fine to hold this way.

On the off-chance someone from the team actually attacks Larwick like his paranoid mind is thinking, I guess he'd fire then too. don't think that will happen, though :-P lol

Unless someone has a secret vendetta...? XD

OOC - By the way, not trying to incite PVP or chaos here, in fact, Larwick isn't 'raising a weapon' since his palms are pointed towards the ground, in clear view of everyone

Just thought it was good flavor that this particular fellow would be on-edge about being betrayed after making an honest mistake...

Oh yeah, I am actually really sorry if I end up having screwed us over with the firework thing, I didn't realize our positions were supposed to be kept secret! Huge mistake on my part!!

Brohm remains motionless in his concealed position, three javelins clutched in his left hand ready to throw.  Their full patinad steel blending with the grey bark.


No problem Larwick, I didn't think any I'll of it.  In fact, your doing great RP, I'm enjoying it.  Besides, if Brohm wanted Larwick dead out here, first he'd know about it, would be the steel punched through him.  *L*. But in all seriousness, Brohm has no reason to want Larwick dead.  Besides, you're all such nice, juicy bait.  ;)

 

The man frowns at the display of power but says nothing as he is hiding and does not want to give away his position from anyone not part of their group. His head turns to look towards the sounds coming from the fort. He slowly nods to himself and stays where he is. He perks up a bit, attempting to spot any one approaching them from either direction. He looks one for a long moment then turns to look the other way.

As the squad waits patiently they watch for any signs movement, but the only movement anyone spots is at a bird that passes about 100ft over head coming from the direction of the assault.


t = Trees
B = Bird
Character initials for placement.

The man looks up at the animal and stares at it. He idly wonders if it is some sort of messenger, but does not see anything to indicate that it is. He does not want to just simply blast any birds flying overheard despite his suspicion.

After a moment, he turns his attention back to the road.

16:15, Today: Ten rolled 9 using 1d20+4.  Perception.

As Larwick sees the lone bird flying in the air, he has a sudden suspicion.

Given that he had already shot a flare up at their location, he decides to not hesitate to repeat the action, this time with intent.

His crimson, bony arm snaps up, to a perfectly-straight angle above his head just as the bird flies over head. Without looking, he fires off a blast.



Unfortunately, his attempt to regain face ends in failure as the ray misses the distant target by mere inches before dissipating less-extravagantly than before, 20 ft above it's wings.

"Tch," the Tiefling snorts derisively and with boiling resentment, before adding to the group in a conversational tone, "That could be a messenger, I reckon"

His strange delivery of the line makes his intent in sharing the possibility unclear.

Wailing hells of frost! I reeaallyy wanted to shoot that small critter... haaa....It could have met my eyes at it died~~ the tiefling thinks.

For some reason after speaking, Larwick shivers. Perhaps it is a bit cold for him? Maybe he comes from a lineage of evils with the fire aspect?
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Tiria gives a concerned look at the bird above that is clearly well beyond the range of her most basic magics.

The tiefling's comment about it being a potential messenger worries her, "You're probably right, best to be sure."

She moves in a swift burst to get just within the range of her avian target, 3 glowing yellow darts of energy spiralling around her left wrist until she thrusts her index finger in its direction and causes them the shoot towards it one after the other.

Thumpf, thumpf, thumpf, all three fly at the bird in rapid succession, landing simultaneously and sending out a puff of feathers that slowly drift towards the road below.

---

OOC: Will move to get in range (120 feet) as needed then cast Magic Missile at 1st level at the bird. Three darts automatically hit (unless it casts Shield) for 14 force damage.
16:44, Today: Tiria Nailo rolled 5,5,4 using 1d4+1,1d4+1,1d4+1 with rolls of 4,4,3.  Magic Missile.
HP: 24/24 | THP: 0 | AC: 14 18| Spd: 35ft. 45ft.| Arcane Recovery {2} 1/1 | S1 3/4 | S2 3/3 | Adv vs Charm | Immune Sleep | Bladesong 2/2 |

Golun had barely noticed the bird before blasts of magical energy seared towards it. He hope that it was a messenger bird, else his companions has just murdered a defenceless creature for no reason.

"Ooo, great shot!" Walter exclaimed as he saw the magical missiles streak and twirl through the air to hit the bird. He watched it plummet toward the ground and with little or no after-thought to anyone's sensibilities, he added a descending whistle note that ended in a "pop" as the creature hit the ground.

The little green man then returned to his tree to look for more interesting stuff.

Brohm remains in his concealed spot, observing the antics of those with him, as he keeps his senses on full alert to any approaching danger.

The green kid's remarks cause Larwick to break into a chuckle under his breath.

'What an interesting fellow...' the mercenary thinks.

Then, just as it is about to quiet down....

HA HA HA!! It did go down like that, didn't it!? Even better... That filthy imp wasn't even a pigeon? Ohhh~ it died for nothing, just like how it lived the hellbound thinks.

That quiet show of appreciation quickly devolves into raucous laughter that goes on for quite a while as the tiefling's veins pulse in his forehead, and tears of blood form in his eyes.

Soon his laughter stops seeming funny, and he clenches his head as he wheezes, horrible laughter still emerging from his lips before slowly dying out.

'Wha-? What was so funny about that...?' he wonders in a daze.
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Tiria's spell knocks the bird right out of the sky. It lands next to Larwick with a wet thud. He sees a satchel strapped to it.


t = Trees
B = Dead Bird
Character initials for placement.

Golun kept watch, ignoring the downed bird.

Feeling as if the world had slowed down, a crimson mass emerges from the top-right of Larwick's field-of-view.

As his eyeline trails up and across to meet with it, a chaotic sense begins to shudder within him.

In that single moment, he gets a sense of morbidly alluring warmth that is quickly emptying away to be left with the frigidity of the void

Haa haa~ So beautiful... the demon-kin's inner monologue sounds tearful and unstable

I need to calm down. Why is my heart racing? the measured voice of a mercenary resounds in Larwick's head.

Landing with a sickening sound that forces a quivering smile to his lips and a shiver to go down his spine, Larwick sees the fresh carcass of the avian.

Strangely, he feels conflicted once more. His right side, where the bird fell, feels strangely hot, as though his blood is heating up... His left side, facing the frozen forest, feels strangely chilly, as though watching something dreadful through grimed-up glass

An onlooker may think the warlock is stroking out, since only half of his face is smiling right now, and the other side has a wide open eye, trembling with unclear emotion.

The strangeness seems to settle as it clashes in the middle of his being, before the man swallows with difficulty, and begins to utter an incantation in a dead voice.

"Emevas" the warlock mutters as an invisible force barely distorts the surrounding air before picking up the attached satchel and holding it in front of it's caster's eyes.

The warlock has his hands tightly by his side, and both palms are clenched into fists in his trouser pockets.

After exhaling, a surreal pinkish fog escapes from his lips, rather than the thick white mist that would be expected in this weather.

Then, Larwick speaks in his usual voice, without a hint of wavering, "Oi, looks like this thing was carryin' sumthin' alrigh'! Know what, why don' I use mah mage 'and to open dissup?"

As he speaks, he is already carefully opening the satchel in front of his eyes to inspect what is inside. He also spins it around as he does this, to inspect the exterior of the bag.

OOC

Action: Cast Mage Hand (also interact with the satchel, if possible since we are not in initiative atm)

Move: N/A

Bonus: N/A

The man whips his head around as some of his current companions start sending spells up in to the sky. They too, it seems, thought the bird to be of interest. The man frowns slightly, but then his face smooths back to blankness as he spies the satchel attached to the bird.

So it was to be a messenger after all. I should have trusted my instincts.

The man shakes his head at himself and turns back to watching for any further signs of messengers or reinforcements.

Larwick magically lifts the satchel, and opens it, seeing a small, unsealed scroll rolled up inside. Wrinkles in the parchment suggest it was rolled with great haste. You may use your free object interaction to remove the scroll from the satchel, but can't read it until next turn.

Note: While not exactly in initiative, you each still only get one action per turn.


t = Trees
B = Dead Bird
Character initials for placement.

Larwick unfurls and starts to read the contents of the scroll aloud to the group.

Golun held his position and maintained his watch.

The man tries to stay alert and keep watch, though his curiosity does grab ahold of him and he keeps sneaking glances towards Larwick occasionally. He has a good idea of the basic content the message might contain, but is curious what it actually says.

Tiria relaxes her stance and loosens her grip on the scimitar slightly, looking around at the sky for any others before returning her gaze to Larwick.

"Can you read their foul language?"

OOC: Tiria can't read goblin FYI :)
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If the note is written in the goblin's language or he cannot otherwise read it, Larwick will fly the item as close as he can to the wizard to translate.

Round 5

Golun maintained his vigil, continuously scanning the woods to the west for any sign of movement.

06:53, Today: Golun Fearstorm rolled 21 using 1d20+5.  Perception.
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The note is, in fact, in goblin. BTW, this is round 5.
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Noticing that Tiria cannot read the note, Larwick pulls it back and says a bit awkwardly, ""Ah, ya don' have a translayshun spell? Ne'evermin' 'at then.

Then he shouts out, "LAS' CALL! If nunya can read th' goblin's scrip', I'll jus' pocket this an' bring it back ta Smith la'er"

Walter was thoroughly following the erratic path of a butterfly with his finger, ready at a moment's notice to blast it from the sky should it prove to show sympathies toward the goblins up ahead. then he heard mention of a goblin language.

"Hey! The language of the little green people?" He abandoned the butterfly and strode back toward the note. "I'm a little green people, maybe I can read it."

He took a sniff and a gander at the paper.

Walter can in fact speak, and read goblin

Tiria turns her nose up at Walter and lets out a short huff before returning her focus to their surroundings. For those inclined to give it further thought it seems from her comment and behaviour that her aggression is not directed at either Larwick or Walter.

As angry and energised as she is, she manages to maintain her focus with the thought, "This one is with us and it is not really the goblins that were to blame, those vicious hobgoblins are the ones responsible for what happened."

OOC: Perception check for their surroundings.
09:52, Today: Tiria Nailo rolled 20 using 1d20+2 with rolls of 18.  Perception.
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The man knows in a vague sense what a goblin is, though he has only seen one a little distance away once. He does not speak their language so he holds his position, and his tongue. There is some exclamation and clamor, but he merely glances that way briefly and then looks away once more.

He continues to watch and try to be ready for whatever else may be coming their way.

Passive Perception: 17
11:06, Today: Brohm of Clan Stonehelm rolled 11 using 1d20+7.  Perception.

The note said, [Language unknown: Pethhoil, nibein onetiohat fisan wiwata thu wi u erswi loulunnt venwilthu mi omtra ev os comis, ntol telaprec ckonad ome eve ei stivof iline ndlaas wh Ndolat He. Ruterawit samapa ckprnt ncetheter san whpo asnait. Ut prroon ss tapo lehe dayndetra fo.   dayaveresand]

Walter twisted his head this way and that reading the note, trying to get the subtleties of the goblin language out of the hastily scribbled missive. "Hm..." He tried to put the message together in his head before trying to figure out how he should translate it.

"I mean, This guy Largath," Walter points to the end of the note. "He's using some words that mean both 'idiot' and 'mighty warrior' when talking about this guy," again Walter points at another place on the letter. "Narshagg." The name didn't mean much to Walter, but then again names could be a fleeting thing like his own was.

"Then it gets more difficult." Walter draws a deep breath. "I guess Largath wants Narshagg to come here, but in order to get him here he has to offer him something, in this case 'his brother's killer' who I'm guessing is either one of our party or someone inside the keep since he's talking about someone breaking a siege as well as fifty enemies between Nargash and revenge, but we're not breaking a siege, we're laying a siege, so either he's bluffing Nargash, or I've gotten some of the message wrong, in any case, Largath was supposed to get this message, and he's in the mountains," Walter gulps for air after the long-winded exposition.

After a few deep lungfuls, he suddenly remembers. "Oh yeah, Nargash is busy opening a door in the mountain."
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PM

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Golun listened as Walter read out the note. "So, those inside seek assistance from allies elsewhere. We must be vigilant, both for messengers trying to get out and for reinforcements coming to their aid."

He looked over at the small green-skinned fellow. "Thank you for reading the note, your insight has proved helpful to our cause."

Talking over he went back to keeping watch, scanning the trees for anything amiss and the sky for any other messenger birds.

The man listens as the one called Walter not only reads the note but interprets it some as well it seems like. He notes away some of the information for potential later review. Some of it does not make sense, either due to his 'newness' or because the person is using inside information that the man isn't privy to. Or perhaps it is using a code of some sort.

But he takes the important piece to heart, that he should be wary, and should trust his instincts next time.

Shortly after the bird was downed you all spot three goblins bolt off from the gates opening. They each seem to be aiming towards three different directions, but all of them lead to get passed the squad.
Roll initiative please.



E# = Enemy
t = Trees
B = Dead Bird
Character initials for placement.
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Do I use this from earlier or reroll?

In reply to Tiria Nailo (msg # 52):

I forgot you had already rolled yours. You can keep it.

Brohm waits patiently, concealed in his ambush spot till an enemy comes close enough for him to strike.



Holding action until an enemy is within striking distance, then attacking with surprise.

05:56, Today: Brohm of Clan Stonehelm rolled 5 using 1d20+2 with rolls of 3.  Initiative.

The man has been trying to watch both to and from the assault location, and is a little slower to notice the goblins attempting to escape and get help, he assumes.

10:18, Today: Ten rolled 5 using 1d20+3.  Initiative.

10:49, Today: Golun Fearstorm rolled 10 using 2d20, dropping the lowest dice only with rolls of 10,9.  Initiative (Adv/Vigilant Blessing).

Spying the Goblins moving through the trees, Golun pulled his arm back. In his hand was one of the Magic Stones he had prepared. In a blur he whipped his arm forward in an arc he released the stone at the nearest one. It flew true through the air, striking the Goblin straight in the face. With a yelp it crumpled, its skull smashed in, spraying blood into the air.

Grimly he looked around and prepared to throw at another.

Golun Fearstorm
Initiative - 10
AC - 21
HP - 20 / 20
Spells slots remaining - lvl1 - 3

Action - Throw Magic Stone at Goblin E3, CRIT for 17hp damage, assuming that is a kill. Please feel free to edit if I have gotten it wrong as it is a spell, not a normal missile attack (might be just 11hp damage).

10:54, Today: Golun Fearstorm rolled 17 using 2d6+5 with rolls of 6,6.  Magic Stone damage CRIT.
10:52, Today: Golun Fearstorm rolled 25 using 1d20+5.  Throw Magic Stone at Goblin E3.

Walter barely registered the sudden commotion of approaching enemies. He looked up from the note and a look of surprise was clear on his face. he managed to move behind a tree and looked in the direction of the approaching foes trying to pick a target.

Initiative: 18:38, Today: Walter rolled 13 using 1d20+2.  Initiative.

Larwick isn't feeling himself, all of a sudden.

22:19, Today: Conspirator, on behalf of Larwick, rolled 4 using 1d20.  initiative.

	Iniative Order:
1.	Tiria Nailo	22
2.	Walter	13
3.	Golun Fearstorm	10
4.	Enemy
5.	Ten	5
6.	Brohm of Clan Stonehelm	5
7.	Larwick	4

For those who haven't done so yet, actions please.
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The elven mage bursts into movement at the approach of the enemy, rushing close into melee range with an arcane thrum of sound from her whirling blade that threatens to crack the air with a rise in air pressure not unlike the roll of thunder.

OOC: Bonus action Bladesong -> +4 AC, +4 Concentration saves, adv. on Acrobatics checks and +10 movement speed for 1 minute.
Move 45 feet to J24
Action: Booming Blade vs E1, hits AC 13 for 8 slashing damage. If target moves it takes an additional 7 thunder damage.
18:09, Today: Tiria Nailo rolled 7 using 1d8.  thunder damage.
18:09, Today: Tiria Nailo rolled 8 using 1d6+3.  slashing damage.
18:09, Today: Tiria Nailo rolled 13 using 1d20+5.  Booming Blade attack.
HP: 24/24 | THP: 0 | AC: 14 18| Spd: 35ft. 45ft.| Arcane Recovery {2} 1/1 | S1 3/4 | S2 3/3 | Adv vs Charm | Immune Sleep | Bladesong 1/2 |
This message was last edited by the player at 07:13, Mon 20 Dec 2021.

ACTION AS ABOVE

Walter gawked at the sight of Tiria launching into her spectacular flowing style of fighting.
Almost as an afterthought, he meandered to the other side of the tree had been hiding behind and gave another goblin a finger-gun. "pew-pew"

A beam of purple energy streaked across the expanse, but probably due to the lack of attention on the little green man's part, it flew wide.

Move: to E14
Action: Eldricht Blast at E3
17:18, Today: Walter rolled 7,5 using 1d20+5,1d10.  Eldricht Blast atk/dmg

The man notices the goblins approaching. He waits a heartbeat, then peeks out from behind the tree that is concealing him. He mutters an arcane phrase and a bolt of energy colored purple and black streaks out from him his outstretched hand.

It does not, however, come anywhere close to the goblin he is aiming at. His eyes narrow a little and a frown mars his visage as he contemplates his failure.

Round 6

Tiria Nailo rushes forward towards one of the goblins and swings with her blade, but the goblin swiftly ducks underneath it.

Walter looked around the tree and shot off a beam of purple energy at another one of the goblins, but unfortunately that missed as well.

With one quick motion Golun Fearstorm threw a magic stone at Enemy 3. It smashed directly into the goblin's face and with a quick yelp of pain it was over for that small enemy. He crumbles to the ground, no longer moving.
Golun Fearstorm crits using a Magic Stone for 15 damage total at Enemy 3. Enemy 3 is dead!

After ducking under Tiria Nailo's blade, Enemy 1 continues to run at top speed passed and away from her.
Enemy 1 takes Disengage as a bonus action and dashes to I13.

Enemy 2 runs at full speed trying to get through, but does not spot Ten preparing his chance to attack.
Ten has an attack of opportunity against Enemy 2.

Enemy 3 is dead in the snow.

Round 6 to be continued...


DE = Dead Enemy
E# = Enemy
t = Trees
B = Dead Bird
Character initials for placement.

	Iniative Order:
1.	Tiria Nailo	22
2.	Walter	13
3.	Golun Fearstorm	10
4.	Enemy
5.	Ten	5
6.	Brohm of Clan Stonehelm	5
7.	Larwick	4

Tiria snarls silently as the goblin ducks her blade, having to fight her own momentum to pivot in a flurry of dirt and snow from the road before she can give chase.

Despite her speed it appears she won't be able to have firm footing to strike so instead of doing so mid stride she again summons a trio of glowing yellow tetrahedrons that spiral her left wrist. They accelerate in a blur of light before being released as she points her index finger at the fleeing goblin's back.

Thumpf, thumpf, thumpf, all three fly forwards rapid succession, landing simultaneously.

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OOC: Will move 45 feet to I15 then cast Magic Missile at 1st level at E1. Three darts automatically hit (unless it casts Shield) for 13 force damage.
15:01, Today: Tiria Nailo rolled 5,3,5 using 1d4+2,1d4+2,1d4+2.  Magic Missile.
HP: 24/24 | THP: 0 | AC: 14 18| Spd: 35ft. 45ft.| Arcane Recovery {2} 1/1 | S1 2/4 | S2 3/3 | Adv vs Charm | Immune Sleep | Bladesong 1/2 |

The man sees one of the enemy's number is struck down and he nods. But then another one runs right past him, and he is too slow to react. He whips his quarterstaff around and is able to strike the tree next to him quite soundly, arms reverberating with the blow for a moment.

Grimly satisfied with a clean kill, Golun noticed another Goblin breaking through their defensive line, pursued by the diminutive but dangerous Elf-maid. As it ran he swivelled his body and whipped another stone at it. The stone flew true and struck the runner hard at the top of it’s leg, smashing it’s thigh bone, just as the Elf unleashed her own magic on it.

Golun Fearstorm
Initiative - 10
AC - 21
HP - 20 / 20
Spells slots remaining - lvl1 - 3

Action - Throw Magic Stone at Goblin E1. Hit for 9 damage.


08:13, Today: Golun Fearstorm rolled 9 using 1d6+3.  Damage.
08:13, Today: Golun Fearstorm rolled 23 using 1d20+5.  Throw Magic Stone at E1.
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Brohm launches his javelin from his concealed spot.  The middle flies unerringly through the air to transfix the goblin (E2) to the tree behind it.  The steel head hurried deep into the tree.


09:20, Today: Brohm of Clan Stonehelm rolled 24 using 4d6+5 with rolls of 6,3,4,6.  Javelin damage with sneak attack.

09:20, Today: Brohm of Clan Stonehelm rolled 25 using 1d20+5 with rolls of 20.  Javelin attack.

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Round 6 Continued

Ten sees the goblin come rushing past him, but can't seem to react quick enough with his quarterstaff and instead hits a tree hard enough to reverberate through his arms.

Brohm of Clan Stonehelm throws a javelin at the goblin who just passed by him and it strikes true as it hits the goblin through the chest. The javelin continues to fly now with the goblins body pinned to it into a tree not too far away there it imbeds itself into the thick of the trunk with the goblins dead body hanging from it.
Brohm of Clan Stonehelm crits dealing a total of 24 damage to Enemy 2. Enemy 2 is dead!

Larwick shoots off a beam of energy much like the one Walter had shot off, but unfortunately he too missed his mark.

End of Round 6


DE = Dead Enemy
E# = Enemy
t = Trees
B = Dead Bird
Character initials for placement.

	Iniative Order:
1.	Tiria Nailo	22
2.	Walter	13
3.	Golun Fearstorm	10
4.	Enemy
5.	Ten	5
6.	Brohm of Clan Stonehelm	5
7.	Larwick	4

Walter was annoyed at having missed with his cool finger gun, so instead, he pulled out a sword that almost looked too big for him to wield even as he held it in both hands. With a sigh, Walter burst into action trying to head off the one who was closest to him.

Move: 20ft to I12, ready a weapon as part of the move
Action: Attack E1
20:22, Today: Walter rolled 24,8 using 1d20+6,1d10+4.  2H longsword vs E1

GM - I think you missed my magic stone attack on E1…

In reply to Golun Fearstorm (msg # 71):

I didn't the last round posted was 6 and that is when you crit. The next round hasn't been announced yet, but not to worry I'll use your last post for your 7th round action, if that's what you're still wanting to do.

In reply to The Narrator (msg # 72):

Ah sorry, my bad. Yes stick with that please!

In reply to Golun Fearstorm (msg # 73):

No problem.

If the goblin still stands, Brohm hurls a javelin at it.


19:29, Today: Brohm of Clan Stonehelm rolled 13 using 1d6+7 with rolls of 6.  Javelin damage.

19:29, Today: Brohm of Clan Stonehelm rolled 22 using 1d20+8 with rolls of 14.  Javelin attack.


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The man flinches as the impact against the hard tree, rather than the expected softer goblin form, hurts his arm slightly. He barely restrains making a pained noise. After shaking his head, he notices that the goblin that just ran past him is now down.

He steps out from behind the tree and his eyes lock on the next goblin. He utters an arcane phrase in a strange hissing language, and makes a gesture his with off-hand. But when he tries to point the staff at the goblin, his arm twinges in pain, and the eldritch bolt he looses goes wide.

He frowns deeply at missing yet again and lets out a small sigh.

Round 7

Tiria Nailo shots off three missiles at the remaining foe and he falls to the ground with an, "Ugh!"

With the last seen goblin downed the group stayed vigilant for signs of any other threats, but there were no others to see yet.

Round 7 has concluded please post your actions for round 8.


DE = Dead Enemy
E# = Enemy
t = Trees
B = Dead Bird
Character initials for placement.

	Iniative Order:
1.	Tiria Nailo	22
2.	Walter	13
3.	Golun Fearstorm	10
4.	Enemy
5.	Ten	5
6.	Brohm of Clan Stonehelm	5
7.	Larwick	4

Tiria stands upright and lowers her scimitar, looking around as the dust and quiet settle once again.

"More messengers? Hopefully we didn't miss any others."

She moves part way towards the most recently felled goblin then stops and turns to Walter, "Would you mind checking the bodies to see if they carried messages like the bird did?"

OOC: Move to H17 then making a perception check.
16:14, Today: Tiria Nailo rolled 6 using 1d20+2 with rolls of 4.  Perception.

Walter's head was on a swivel as he looked this way and that for more green people to shoot at, but none were apparent. He nodded at Tiria's suggestion. "Sure, let me see."

The green man moved over to the goblins and started rifling through their gear looking for more notes and messages, but would be easily distracted by anything else he could find.

15:27, Today: Walter rolled 11 using 1d20-1.  Investigation

Round 8

Keeping his eyes open, Golun moved forward to check the body of one of the fallen foes. As he stepped carefully through the undergrowth he muttered a quiet prayer, asking for a blessing from Selune.

As he moved his eyes flicked around, spying for movement or anything out of place, just in case they missed something before. He then delved into his belt pouch and retrieved more pebbles, ready to hurl them at any target that presented itself.

Golun Fearstorm
Initiative - 10
AC - 21
HP - 20 / 20
Spells slots remaining - lvl1 - 3

Move - Walk towards dead goblin at C25 with the intention of searching the body next round
Action - Use Vigilant Blessing on self to give Adv on next Initiative
Bonus - Cast Magic Stone on pebbles

13:37, Today: Golun Fearstorm rolled 12 using 1d20+5.  Perception.

Seeing that the last of the current set of messengers is no longer a problem, the man looks around one more time. Then he steps back behind the tree once more, attempting to make himself less seen as before. He tamps down his annoyance with himself on his bad aim, knowing he has very little practice with that sort of thing really. Still, his fidgeting and slight anger make it easier to see him behind the tree for the moment.

Retrieving his blood soaked javelin from the goblin and the tree, Brohm then wipes it clean.  He scans the area, then disappears into the trees again, vanishing from sight.


18:34, Today: Brohm of Clan Stonehelm rolled 24 using 1d20+8 with rolls of 16.  Stealth.

Round 8

Tiria Nailo moves forward and asks Walter to check the bodies as she continues to stay vigilant. Walter does so, but finds nothing on the body of the goblin he checks. Golun Fearstorm checks the body nearest him, but again nothing is found on the body. He then prepares magic stones for the next fight. Ten, seeing the current enemies taken care of, steps back trying to hide among the trees. Brohm of Clan Stonehelm retrieves his javelin then disappears in the trees as well. Larwick remains vigilant too.

It is a while before any other movement is spotted, but when the time comes what look like reinforcements are on the way. A total of 6 goblins and 5 hobgoblins can be seen approaching in the distance.

Round 8 has concluded please post your actions for round 9.
The same initiative will be kept for now. Golun Fearstorm, you can save your Vigilant Blessing for now.


DE = Dead Enemy
E# = Hobgoblin Enemy
e# = Goblin Enemy
t = Trees
B = Dead Bird
Character initials for placement.

	Iniative Order:
1.	Tiria Nailo	22
2.	Walter	13
3.	Golun Fearstorm	10
4.	Enemy
5.	Ten	5
6.	Brohm of Clan Stonehelm	5
7.	Larwick	4

Upon seeing the oncoming group of goblinoids Tiria once again begins swinging her sword with the characteristic thrum of her bladesong, moving a short distance forward and positioning herself ready to face the imminent clash.

With a gesture of her free hand towards the ground ahead, a small black geyser erupts beneath the feet of the group ahead, pooling to create a slick greasy surface about 10 feet across.

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OOC: I'm assuming bladesong has ended so Bonus action to start that up again.
Moving within 60ft to cast Grease as an Action on H1 to I2 then moving back to H16.
e3, e4, E3 and E4 must make a DC 14 Dex save or fall prone when the grease appears. A creature that enters or ends it's turn in the grease must make the same saving throw or fall prone.
The grease lasts for 1 minute.
HP: 24/24 | THP: 0 | AC: 14 18| Spd: 35ft. 45ft.| Arcane Recovery {2} 1/1 | S1 0/4 | S2 3/3 | Adv vs Charm | Immune Sleep | Bladesong 0/2 |

Is there an apparent leader in the incoming group?

Hearing the incoming enemy squad, Golun moved as silently as a squirrel in a flanking manoeuvre, stepping gently on the soft ground and avoiding any twigs or fallen branches. He kept low - well as low as you can when you're a a bear nearly seven feet tall - twirling the magic stones in his hand as he moved. Carefully he positioned himself behind a tree and waited for an opportunity to strike.

Gently he whispered an incantation. Suddenly there was a sound in the trees way above his head. The beating of wings, quiet at first but gradually getting louder. What could it be? A mighty eagle? A wyvern, maybe? No, it was the unmistakeable sound of a dragon in flight, and it was getting closer!

Golun Fearstorm
Initiative - 10
AC - 21
HP - 20 / 20
Spells slots remaining - lvl1 - 3


Move - Move carefully to C14.
Action - Cast Thaumaturgy cantrip to create the effect of dragon wings beating up in the sky above us. It will gradually get louder and louder for the next minute before the spell effect ends (no Concentration needed).

10:38, Today: Golun Fearstorm rolled 20 using 1d20.  Stealth.