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!


This message was last updated by the GM at 19:51, Thu 28 Oct 2021.

20-D Please

Donella's wheelchair seemed well designed for movement, even over such terrain as these wooded areas.
She moved into a position where she could keep an eye on the road, and on the woods around (and behind) them.

L-11 Please

Sovok strides forward, unslinging his massive maul.  He moves boldly to the center of the area, planting himself solidly to tower over the field his hands resting on the butt of the mail, the head of it on the ground.  (H:15)

Sai unslings his bow and nocks an arrow, leaving the bowstring slack for now. He takes a spot behind a tree, remaining quite still.  The tiny owl, looking somewhat annoyed at having to leave the warmth of Sai's cloak, takes flight and circles over the road before perching in one of the trees.

Move to E14E19. Familiar will perch in K08E23.

What direction is the road going? Are we expecting assault from the top of the map?

10:11, Today: Sai Nightbreeze rolled 13 using 1d20+9 with rolls of 4.  Stealth Check.
This message was last edited by the player at 22:42, Sun 31 Oct 2021.

Top is North where the main assault is taking place and bottom is South leading away from the fort.

So we expect reinforcements to be moving North, from bottom to top of the map.

In that case, I'd move to E19 and my familiar will perch at E23.
This message was last edited by the player at 22:42, Sun 31 Oct 2021.

Having fought together before, Divok stands with Sovok, ready for battle.

"Greetings small one!"  Sovok says in his deep voice.  "Are you sure you wish to stand here, where they will attack first and hardest?". He asks Divok.

"No, not really. But I shall try and keep myself alive, plus I do believe I can make myself useful." replies Divok mentally to Sovok.

"This sure looks like a regular rag-tag group of folks lookin' for a fight. Just try to keep up and I'll keep you going," Qitris announced as she approached the group. "I'm Qitris. Just signed up and hauled my mailed butt out here as quick as I could." She was fully suited up in her chain mail with helm on and a shield bearing the three rings of Mythrian Sarath. Glowing text appeared on the shield bearing a taunt written in the Dwarvish language.

She took up a position near the middle of the road with the rest so her spells would best be able to serve the group.

OOC:
Magical Tinkering for text on the shield. [Language unknown: "Ashi tout iloer ant."]
Move to Position I 13

"You have before, small Divok.  fight around me, and do not get between me and my does."  He says to the man next to him, as though in conversation.   "Greeting, small Qitris.  I am Sovok, warrior of the North!. He speaks, in his deep voice.
This message was last edited by the player at 23:45, Tue 02 Nov 2021.