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: Sayin atdin]," 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.

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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.