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...