To say the journey back to town was uncomfortable is a understatement. Not only was the road bumpy and the wagon charging forward through every rut and bump, but there was a looming dread over what was to come; made all the worse when Reyshanel awoke from her unconsciousness and began belittling, insulting, and foretelling the doom that the party would encounter when her people arrived in Greenest, at least until Sefira had enough and returned her to unconsciousness for about thirty more minutes. Upon resuming conciousness again Reyshanel simply stared in the direction of the town in silence with a wicked smirk on her face leaving the rest of the trip one of quiet and unease.


The sun had now set leaving a orange and red sky across the land which had faded to the coming night by the time the party had gotten close to Greenest. There was still some daylight, but not much and it would not last much longer. About thirty minutes from town the group could see only a hill obstructing their view, but beyond that hill there were large pillars of black acrid smoke rising into the sky creating an almost gloomy cloud above where the town would be.

Once the group crests the last hill before the town, they can see in full view the horror before them. The sounds of a bell being rung coming from the keep can be heard, a warning to the populace to find shelter. The townsfolk can be seen scrambling like ants toward the keep while other shadowy figures come pouring out of the fields surrounding the town like an unending swarm.

The heart of the town seems mostly untouched by this point the fires and the imagined carnage relegated to the outskirts of the town for now, but that wont last, not with the numbers of foes you see pouring into the town.

As the group barrels down the main road toward the market district the screams of women and children, and the sounds of violence become louder and louder set against the sound of the bell ringing almost pleading or screaming for the townsfolk to head into the shelter of the keep. The odd townsfolk can be seen fleeing from the town as you charge past them on the road with their belongings they could carry in hand.

Now mere minutes from the town, a terrible roar pierces the night, and massive wind almost upends the wagon, startling the horses, which Brock expertly brings back into line. Swooping past your wagon only feet from your heads is the belly of a massive beast only barely visible in the night, illuminated only by the glowing heat of it's scales and the flames licking from it's mouth as it bellows. "Cower rodents before your new master! I Lennithon lay claim to this village and all within, you are now my property!" To punctuate his claim he lets loose a pillar of white and blue flames across a section of the town as he strafes it, before climbing back into the sky and making his primary target the keep on the hill. Which he begins to circle roaring.

Now arriving at the town proper the full carnage of the events of the night are in plain view. The fires raging in parts of the town have caused an ominous glow about the smoke clinging above the town, and small embers and ash waft through the air. Up ahead a duo clad in half-plate with long swords drawn are two of the town's guard. An older man barking orders to civilians pointing toward the keep, and a woman who couldn't be older than eighteen, who is obviously a novice and wearing armor not meant for her trying to usher people past, when out of a nearby alleyway a large beast about the length of a horse and height of a large dog, clad in scales and looking like a small wingless dragon bursts forth past the older man knocking him to the ground and laying into the young armored woman who screams in both surprise and pain as the creature brings it's mouth down across her abdomen crunching through the plate as if it were not there and disemboweling the woman.

She begins swinging the sword feebly at the creature who has now pinned her to the ground and begun pulling large chunks of flesh from her and as a bird or lizard might, allowing them to slide down it's gullet, unfazed by the attacks or even the fact that it's meal is not completely dead yet. The older man attempts to rise to his feet, reaching in vain toward the girl, as he himself is seized from behind by another of the creatures who then drags him into the alley with a scream which is quickly silenced. Followed by his lifeless body disappearing into the smoke and shadow.

Past the scene before you the sounds of screams and sword on sword can be heard, and gangs of both men and monster are prowling the streets seizing and brutally slaying the inhabitants of the town. Counted among them, the group can see raiders dressed like Reyshanel, more or less like mercenaries, more of the beasts like the one eating the woman, and kobolds who run about swarming over their victims, overpowering even the bravest men with overwhelming numbers and pack tactics.

Bucking focus back into the group are the horses pulling the wagon who rear and whiny as they get too close to the creature eating the woman, causing their harness to snap and they take off leaving the wagon before the creature who looks up from the crying woman to the group in the wagon and with a loud roar like hiss, lunges toward Brock.

<o.o.c.> I will need initiative.

Again all of you are prone having been sitting in the wagon this whole time.
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Garrett blinked in surprise and would have leaned back if he hadn't already been laying down flat on his back. He hesitated but then pulled himself off the wagon and on to his feet. His eyes roamed over the carnage and destruction. "what the hell..."

He then hurried forward towards the creature attacking the woman, pulling out his rapier as he did so.

OOC: Not sure how far away the woman and 'dragon' thing are, but assuming until told otherwise they are too far to reach and attack, especially with standing from prone.

13:55, Today: Garrett rolled 17,10 using d20+5,d8+3.  Rapier vs creature.
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OOC: Init Roll:13

There was too much going on. Any one of the things would be distracting, frightening, worthy of mourning. Instead it was just one right after the other. The mounting danger went from a vague sense of horror to a very specific hazard as a thing with thick limbs and snapping teeth came for them.

It wasn't really brave. Brock rushed to his feet out of sheer terror of being on the ground. Running away didn't seem to be an option either as his friends ran on in. He took the few steps towards the thing instead of away and tried stabbing at it. Apparently terror was a good motivator for slashing at monsters.

OOC: If we get Actions, here we go.
Bonus Action for Rogue: Disengage. Movement by me does not provoke opportunity attacks
Move Action: Use half my move to stand up

Attack: Short Sword attack against the beast, a 19 probably hits, for 6 damage
Since friends are near it, including Sneak Attack damage



08:54, Today: Brock Fineanvil rolled 19 using 1d20+4.  Attack The Beast.
08:56, Today: Brock Fineanvil rolled 6 using 2d6+2.


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6 for initiative

Gregar stands slowly, surveying what was happening to the city and thinking about the vision he was shown. Perhaps he chose the wrong side.

He aims his crossbow at the nearest beast, but the rocking wagon throws off his aim and his shot goes wide. He loads another bolt.
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<OOC>Initiative 21

 Nashford squints in scepticism as he looks upon the scene. There was no way that big thing was what he thought it was. The bandits had to have an illusionist or something. The fire was definitely real enough though. It looks like Reyshanel was honest with her boasting.

 Nashford addresses the party. "So should we prioritize fighting the bandits or rescuing civilians? " Either way there was a lot of work to do. He wasn't sure. (There's a monster coming Nashford, You're stalling.)

 Nashford draws his sword and climbs out of the wagon. <OOC> 13 to hit 9 damage if I do. He then does his best attempt at a brave face as moves in to defend Brock from the charging monster.
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The carnage of the scene is intense, but at even the slightest hint of attack Nashford and Garret leap into action, both noticing Brock about to become the creature's next meal.

Both surround the creature and begin driving their weapons into it's flesh. After the initial shock of almost being pounced on, Brock leaps into the fray driving his weapons expertly into the nooks and crannies of the creature going for vital points, and sealing the deal with a flurry of sword work ending with a large gash across the beast's throat.

The creature begins choking and stumbles off a few steps before collapsing into a heap dead.

A commotion can be heard from the back of the wagon as a short fight between Reyshanel and Sefira ends with the bandit being kicked in the chest and out of the wagon to the ground, still bound. She groans in pain and writhes on the ground from the fall.

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Now the choices begin. Without the wagon our heroes are going to have to hoof it on foot to any destination they choose. The wisest course would likely be the large defensive structure of the keep, that is in fact where these guards were trying to evacuate people to before they were attacked, though that is the same keep that has a very large dragon circling it.

And moving about the town could prove dangerous especially in a large group like what Nashford suggested when he said saving civilians.

On top of that surrounded by allies, Reyshanel will likely not be willing to aid in any stealth attempts the party is making and would likely cause significant trouble at the worst possible times if she is brought with you.

At the moment the party is more or less alone, surrounded by carnage but not really part of it yet, you feel you could perhaps have maybe a short conversation of a few words, but standing in the middle of the road is not going to be the best idea over any longer period of time.

Garrett let out a breath and shook his head. He wiped a bit of gore from his cheek. "Well. We're too late. Obviously." He frowned. "We should try to help what civilians we can, since that's what we came here to do, right?"

He looked at the others to see what they thought.

 Absorbed in the spectacle of the village in flames, Nashford scans the group's surroundings frantically in search of some easy solution to their current dilemma. "There's way to much ground to cover, which way do we go?"

"To the keep. It is the most defensible position. We can bring along as many as we can find along the way."

O.O.C -

Initiative:

Nashford
Brock
Gregar
Sefira
Kobold
Garrett

Deciding that advancing toward the keep is the only viable option, Sefira once more relieves Reyshanel of her consciousness and hoists the woman as best her small frame will allow and begins following the others as the group begins making their way toward the structure, the embers and smoke beginning to make breathing difficult at times and burning the eyes until a merciful breeze takes the smoke away from the group's collective faces.

When suddenly without warning five humans dash out from between two buildings on the group's left. A limping man and three children race across the street into more shadows and a woman carrying a round shield and a broken spear turns and faces back in the direction from whence they came. Eight kobolds stream out from the alley on the family's heels and fan out around the woman, who looks determined to delay the creatures for as long as possible.

Garrett hurried forward at the sight of the kobolds harassing the humans. He hissed at the woman, "Allies!" so she wouldn't mistake them for aiding the kobolds. Though, in hindsight, she would have seen soon enough.

He stepped forward, pulled his rapier back and then tried to drive it in to, and/or through, one of the kobolds.

20:49, Today: Garrett rolled 25,4 using d20+5,d8+3.  Rapier vs kobold.
20:50, Today: Garrett rolled 3 using 1d8.  Critical damage.

Gregar takes up his shield and weapon and charges into the fray, attacking the nearest kobold with wild abandon. His swing goes wide against the smaller foe.

10:00, Today: Gregar Gergundi rolled 3 using 1d20.  attack kobold.

 "It's a shame having to hack them up like this, they're actually kind of cute." Nashford quips as he moves forward to strike.

<OOC>11 to hit. 4 damage if I do.

Caught by surprise the Kobolds let out loud hisses and animalistic guttural noises, as Nashford leads the charge swinging and just narrowly missing the snout of the kobold he focused on. Brock, Sefira, and Gregar following close on his heels also failing to land a blow on their slippery targets. However as Sefira's target dodges her uppercut he is surprised by her roundhouse kick and sent flying to the side his thin light weight frame doing little to keep him grounded.

The kobolds remaining after Sefira's killing blow stream forward and using pack tactics surround who they can and begin poking at the group's weaknesses with their daggers. Three surrounding Garrett and Nashford and one making it's way to Sefira.

The kobolds are surprisingly fast and agile, and while one would assume them rather stupid, they work very well together, working as one in the fight. Their assaults are brutal and successful as they gang up on Garrett and maul him with their daggers (15 dmg total, 7,4,4 one crit)

And while just as skilled in their attacks against Nashford he manages to avoid two of the blows and only suffer one dagger slash to the back. (3dmg)

For her part, one would expect Sefira to be unable to reasonably defend herself carrying Reyshanel, however she manages to make it all look easy avoiding her enemies strikes.

Seeing an opportunity present it's self during the kobolds onslaught Garrett strikes true landing a hit on one of the beasts right in the meat of his thigh, provoking a loud scream of both pain and anger.

Next turn

Garret looked like he was a bit hurt, though he managed with his training to turn a bit of one of the strikes away so it did less damage. He stabbed at one of the kobolds, the one that had hit him hardest. He thought about going more defensive, but wasn't sure that would help with the way the kobolds were working with one another.

10:19, Today: Garrett rolled 12,9 using d20+5,d8+3.  Rapier vs kobold that critted him.
10:19, Today: Garrett rolled 6 using 1d10+2.  Second Wind.

 Nashford's face twists into a arrogant snarl of indignation as he strikes out against his attackers. "Hay, I needed that blood!"

<OOC>17 to hit, 5 damage if I do.

 "Garrett, if you want to help these people you're going to have to stand tall here. " <OOC>The thick of the swarm is a bad place to be at low level. I'll go ahead and throw Garrett an inspiration die.

Bolstered to effective action by the wounding of his friends, Gregar jumps in and lands a serious blow.


12:50, Today: Gregar Gergundi rolled 9 using 1d8+1.

12:49, Today: Gregar Gergundi rolled 18 using 1d20 +3 = 21 to Hit.

While formidable in numbers, there is no substitute for experience and size. None of the targeted Kobolds is able to stand up to the blows dealt by our heroes, and with Gregar's attack successful the Kobold attacking Sefira is now no more.

Now freed of her assailant Sefira moves up with Brock and scissor kicks one of the Kobolds flanking Garrett and landing a solid left hook to the jaw of the other sending both to early graves, while Brock moves to flank with Nashford with his short sword in hand, gently and unassumingly he moves up behind one of the Kobolds slits his throat straight across, and takes a step back as the beast gargles and falls dead, leaving only one Kobold left.

Now afraid and hopelessly outnumbered the last Kobold drops his dagger throwing his hands into the air as he turns and runs away into the smoke screaming.

The woman lowers her shield and broken spear slightly as she looks on the party. "Thank you." She says before turning to shout in the direction the man and children fled in. "Cuth! Bring the children, it's safe enough to continue!" Moments later the man emerges from the alley limping with his children in tow and hugs the woman, before turning to the group. "Thank you for saving us. We need to get to the Keep before they close the gates and we are locked out."

End of Combat

Nashford snaps to attention and replies with no delay. "Sounds like a good plan to me! That is if the rest of you don't want to keep looking for citizens to help. Either way we don't really have time to stop and think about it. What do we need to do?. " 

Garrett stepped after the kobold, but only one step and let the little bugger flee. "Good riddance little bastard!" He wiped the sweat from his brow and tried to catch his breath.

He gave a nod to the woman and then frowned at Nashford. Even as he grimaced and shook his head, he said. "Fine! Let's go then I guess."

"That's where we were headed anyway."

INITIATIVE:

Kobold
Cultist
Gregar
Garrett
Sefira
Nashford
Brock

With a nod the man, woman, and their children fall in behind our heroes as they press forward into the smoke and chaos.

Ahead there is a loud roar and illuminating the night is a long white and blue hot pillar of fire that strikes one of the Keep's four corner towers, breathed from the massive dragon circling it. Poor souls engulfed in flames can be seen pouring out from the tower, and several can be seen falling from the ramparts.

"By all that is holy..." The man named Cuth is able to utter before another voice can be heard coming from the left.

Stepping from the smoke two raiders emerge, one with a long scar across his face the other with almost every part of his face pierced. "Looks like we got some more playthings.... I hope the small ones squeal nice." The pierced one says drawing his scimitar and drawing his tongue across it's blade.

And as if to punctuate their threat six kobolds come pouring out from behind them to once again swarm the group one winged one takes to the air, their primary targets appearing to be the children until their parents form a perimeter to keep the monsters from them. Their primary targets no longer easy pickings they begin to fall into now familiar pack tactics. Three on Nashford, two on Brock, and the Winged one dropping stones from a height of maybe thirty feet.

Not to be left out the cultists rush forward, the pierced one making for Sefira, his sword finding no purchase and the other for Gregar.

5dmg to Gregar as the winged Kobold drops a brick upon his head; and 3 from Cultist scimitar. 8dmg total

seeking to swarm smaller targets the three accosting Nashford deliver 14 dmg total to him with their daggers 6,5,& 3 respectfully.

The Attacks against Brock also find success with 9dmg total to him.

Gregar mumbles a few words and divine healing energy washes over him.

Cast cure wounds as the 8 points knocks me down to 1. I heal 6

 Nashford attempts to quip as the kobolds rush him, but he panics at the ferocity of their assault. "Aghh!." He tells pathetically as falls to the ground.
 <OOC>Got an 8 on my first death save. One failure.
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Garrett let out a growl of his own. "You can't HAVE them!" He stepped forward to stand over Nashford's body. "Nor can you have HIM! Begone little lizard stains!"

He stabbed out at one of the kobolds with his rapier. He had been hoping to kill one and make the others run, but his full strength wasn't in the blow. He swung at another with a wild swing but went over it's head. "Get out of here!"

OOC: Crap. I've been forgetting to add the +2 to damage from the Fighting Style. Sigh.

17:27, Today: Garrett rolled 17,7 using d20+5,d8+5.  Attacking a kobold.
17:29, Today: Garrett rolled 8,7 using d20+5,d8+5.  Action surge to attack again on another one.

The fight is brutal as the opening salvos are enough to drop Nashford and seriously injure Gregar.

On her turn Sefira drops Reyshanel unceremoniously off her shoulders and plants a kick into the chest of the cultist harassing her, knocking the breath out of him. Then roundhouse kicking him in the face, sending him spiraling to the ground.

Brock cunningly slides backwards from the Kobolds assailing him, once he notices Nashford drop, in a feat of acrobatics the kobolds are not expecting. He then makes his way to Nashford riffling through the halfling's bag and retrieving a potion of healing. The kobolds who had dropped him to busy dealing with the fact that Garrett now stands over Nashford's body and has slain one of them.

Brock bonus action: use Cunning Action ability to gain Disengage Action
Move Action: to move to Nashford
Action: Drawing the potion from his bag.

End of first round; beginning of second.

The two Kobolds who had been on Brock choose to follow him attempting to kill him, however the Dwarf proves too skilled at dodging for them to land any attacks with their daggers.

The two now facing Garrett look to one another and then back to the fighter and scream as they charge him with their daggers. One feints an attack while the other one strikes, throwing Garrett off momentarily allowing the kobold to land a blow, digging into the fighter's thigh, while the other uses the opportunity to also have his dagger find purchase in Garrets side.

8dmg to Garrett 4 and 4 respectively

The Flying Kobold flies to the alley picking up another brick and taking back up into the air about 10 feet.

The scarred raider brings his scimitar down finding no purchase as Gregar steps out of the way of the clumsy attack easily.

Nashford you will need another death saving throw, as Brock goes after you in initiative.
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 <OOC>Got a 19 on my second death save. 1 success 1 failure.

Gregar maneuvers away from the raider with the scimitar and over to Nashford, laying his hands on the young ally to revive him.

[Gregar will cast Cure Wounds on Nashford. 15:01, Today: Gregar Gergundi rolled 4 using 1d8+3.  cure on nashford. Great time for such a stellar roll[

Garrett was being whittled to death by little scaled creatures and there wasn't a damn thing he could do about it. He tried to skewer them, but they were fast and there were so many of them, he kept missing.

10:30, Today: Garrett rolled 10,6 using d20+5,d8+3.  Attacking a kobold.

 Nashford opens his eyes to the Chaotic scene around him. He then stands up, sword in hand and proceeds to address his comrades. "Thanks for that,I think I think I'll get back to work. Brock you're looking kinda slashed up there. It's probably best that you drink that potion. "

 He then moves to the kobold behind Brock and slashes him in the gut.

<OOC>19 to hit 6 damage if I do.

 Seeing Garrett struggling he also decides to throw some healing his way. "Babop."
<OOC>Healing word heals 4 to Garrett. Maybe that'll get you through another attack?

New Initiative:

Flynt
Kobold
Cultist
Gregar
Garrett
Sefira
Nashford
Brock
Einar


21:32, Today: Secret Roll: Dungeon Master, on behalf of Einar, rolled 5 using 1d20+3.  initiative.

21:32, Today: Secret Roll: Dungeon Master, on behalf of Flynt Tumblerock, rolled 23 using 1d20+3 with rolls of 20.



The kobolds redouble their efforts to drop Garrett striking again. Their clumsy attacks amounting to nothing.

While the one remaining by Nashford strikes out emboldened by the death of his comrade driving his dagger into Nashford's arm for 3dmg.

And flitting above the battle ground the winged kobold once more drops a rock, this time at Garrett who manages to step aside just in time to avoid the attack.

"Oh, I will make you scream nice for that one bitch!" The pierced man shouts moving to Sefira and trying to get revenge for his fallen friend; striking out with his scimitar he grows ever angrier as Sefira simply smirks bobbing and weaving each of his strikes.

Brock blinks a few times as he realizes Gregar has revived their compatriot and then chuckles at Nashford's quip. "It's only a scratch." He says turning he attention to one of the Kobolds on Garrett moving to a flanking position with him and striking true, dealing a killing blow to the creature.

Sefira takes the offensive against the remaining raider, planting several punches on him with one devastating blow delivered to his jaw, sending a tooth flying.

With tongue and jowls flapping wildly as the wind whipped by, a blunt-faced hound pants eagerly as it sprints into view.  The hound's rider shares none of the canine's exuberance.   Mounted atop a leather saddle the diminutive gnome merchant Flynt arrives in his home town only to be greeted with fire and bloodshed.  His face is dirty and bloodied, sporting untended scrapes from where he had fallen onto it hardly more than a day ago after being ambushed by raiders... likely the very same ones ravaging Greenest under the dragon's lead.

"By the gods..." he bemoans, despondent at the magnitude of devastation before him.  He seems on the verge of tears, when the sounds of battle down the road catch his ear.  The Auburn-haired gnome looks down the way to see the group of survivors beset by kobolds and raiders, and an angry growl rises from his throat.   The hound beneath him, sensing the change from his master's clenched fury, turns to growl at the lizards sympathetically.

Raising his crossbow towards the sky, Flynt kicked the dog's haunches with his heels and they broke into a charge.  "Ride on, Burdock!  For the fallen!" he called, loosing a bolt towards the sky-bound kobold that whizzes dangerously close to its head before disappearing into the smoky ruin beyond...

Firing crossbow (80ft range) at the winged kobold,  assuming a 10 misses.

Burdock carries Flynt 40ft towards the battle.  If that puts them within 30ft of an enemy,  Burdock takes a dodge action.  If he's less than 40ft away already, he'll take a Disengage action and try to get Flynt between the children and the kobolds.

13:26, Today: Flynt Tumblerock rolled 10 using 1d20+7 with rolls of 3.  Crossbow attack.

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 Annoyed at being so close to death's door so soon after getting up, Nashford stabs at the remaining kobold with a ferocity he didn't know that he had. "Die stupid lizard thing!"He then turns toward Sefira's scuffle and shouts some words of encouragement. "Hit him in the ugly part of his face, Its probably the most sensitive!"

 <OOC>Nat twenty is a crit. Deals 6 damage. Not my best damage roll. I'll also throw Sefira an inspiration die. Let's see if I can stand another round, kinda regretting not taking that potion.

Einar wastes no time charging in to the fray shield raised, the large man moving in to assist Nashford in his efforts against the kobolds "Hail, brave little one!" He grins brightly before swinging his battle axe at the nearest kobold he can reach.

16:55, Today: Einar rolled 15 using 1d20+3.  Battle axe attack!
16:56, Today: Einar rolled 2 using 1d8+1.  Battle axe DAMAGE.

Sadly his haste to get him to the battle leads to a poor swing on his part, not enough of his strength behind it. "Seems like you folks could use some assistance!"
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Gregar picks up his shield and yklwa and attacks the nearest kobold but he is off kilter and misses.

rolled an 8

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As Einar pulls the axe from the skull of the dead kobold and it's body slumps to the ground, his pierced ally swings his scimitar toward Sefira, who, once again expertly dodges the attack.

The flying Kobold notices the bolt fly by and glares toward Flynt, and with a scream fly's by him wings flapping furiously as he slashes out with a dagger, catching him in the arm. (6dmg)

The last standing kobold not wanting to be massacred by Brock and Garrett leaps free of their combined attack against him and runs off into the smoke unwilling, seemingly, to die this day.

end of round, beginning of new round.

Einar grins at the small fellow before heading over to assist with the raider, giving his axe a nice swing at the raider hoping to help take them down before anything else can join the fray. Keep your eyes about you could be more about!

Einar rolled 21 using 1d20+3.  Attack vs raider. For a nice low 2 damage

Gregar switches weapons, pulling out his crossbow. He aims and fires at the flying kobold.

13 to hit. If that hit, 8 damage. That’s assuming I can switch weapons and fire in one round. But I think I can.
9:28, Today: Gregar Gergundi rolled 8 using 1d8.  Damage.
09:28, Today: Gregar Gergundi rolled 9 using 1d20.  Crossbow.

Flynt yelps in pain as the kobold flies by and rakes him.  The gnome swiveles on his saddle, racking another bolt in and flexing the ratcheting lever that drew the cable taut, but as he fires at the back of the kobold it rolls midair, nearly avoiding his fire.

17:43, Wed 04 Nov: Flynt Tumblerock rolled 10 using 1d20+7 with rolls of 3.  Crossbow attack.

 

The battle was over almost as quick as it had begun. Einar's axe landed true splitting the skull of the raider who hadn't noticed him move up behind him, too determined to drop Sefira. And the winged Kobold stiffened as Gregar's bolt found purchase in his back, his body continuing it's forward momentum until his corpse crashed into one of the open market stalls.

Sefira blinked several times before smiling and nodding to Einar. "Thanks" She said as she moved back to retrieve Reyshanel's unconscious body.

I know I am making something of a judgement call on your end by pushing on to the next scene but I want to get all the players in together, I don't intend to rush like this normally.

As the party pushed on toward the Keep the sounds of violence were growing louder and more frequent. Several members of the town falling in with our heroes as they made their way down the main street ten in all; men, women, and children. People of all of life's strata from lowly beggars to merchants and the odd wounded city guard.

Luckily the group had managed to avoid any further conflict, until that is the group pushed forward past an overturned wagon and coming up behind a small army of Kobolds, Raiders, draconian looking beasts (of the variety first encountered at the onset) perhaps fifty all in all. And one black dragon the size of a large horse with a man in red robes sitting upon his back with a rod in hand.

The raiders seem to be in the middle of organizing for an assault on the keep but to the right side of the street there is a shirtless half-orc teen boy, who looks like he had retired for the night and had scrambled from bed, holding a large smithing hammer and standing as a living shield for a small half orc girl who is standing close behind him clutching a teddy bear and sobbing loudly.


He stands surrounded by about twenty Kobolds who are holding their distance, as the man clothed in red speaks. "Come now young one, you need not die this day, we could use your skills as a smith for our purposes, simply drop the hammer and kneel."
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"Umberlee's tits."   Magdalena cursed under her breath.  "What have I gotten myself mixed up in?"

Her travel through Greenest should have been the simplest of exchanges.  One night.  Perhaps two, and then on her merry way.  A sorry little way station she wouldn't have recalled in a few tendays' time.  But now it was in flames.  The streets were in tumult.  Monsters and raiders were having their run of the place.  And now ... a dragon.

And here she was ... stuck in the middle of it.

Well, at least my life is interesting.  She mused, not quite certain whether it was a blessing or a curse.

She stood there for a moment, reflecting on how her life had taken her to this exact spot.  She had a frame that spoke of seasons spent out of doors doing the work of a common woman, and was solidly built.  Her olive skin revealing the effects of a life spent laboring under the sun and fresh sea air.  She was no stranger to chaotic scenes and it showed ... both in her battle worn leathers and the rakish grin on her face.

The grin didn't quite reach her eyes, though.

She might have been pretty once, but now leaned a bit toward roguishly handsome.

The good people of Greenest had not secured Magdalen's allegiance, either through exchange of coin or bonds of friendship.  The simple fact was, she was not yet part of their struggle.

The warrior had a choice to make.

Not that it was that much of a choice.  One glance at the blacksmith defending the young girl behind him was enough.  Her tear stained cheeks spoke volumes.  The panic-stricken sobs were almost too much to bear.

Magdalena had been that way once.  Helpless.  Completely dependent on others for her safety and well being.

She stepped forward, placing herself so as to be between the cultist and the blacksmith.

Have to be careful to remain outside his range, Magdalena thought, eyeing his iron sledge.

"Aye."  She said, lithely drawing a pair of hand axes.  "Our friend in red here makes a fine point."  She continued, tossing an affirmative nod toward the crimson cultist.

"You need not die this day ... but he might!"

And with that, Magdalena turned and whipped one of her hand axes in a vicious end-over-end arc toward the robed man.

Einar takes a moment to ready his shield before giving his axe a half swing, then charging in at the main cultist through the middle of all the little kobold as he roars at the man. activating my rage +2 damage resistance to physical attacks Upon reaching the man he'll swing the axe down at a hard angle towards the crick of the neck and the shoulder Attack for 22 and damage for 10 if you need it

We don't take to kindly to you, telling us how to live our lives! He roars at the large group before slamming his axe against his shield COME AND TAKE ME SCUM AND I WILL SHOW YOU WHAT TRUE MIGHT IS! With that he lowers his shield in to position and gets ready to fight the horde from it's center. Glancing over at the man and his daughter he motions with his head to the group hoping the man takes his daughter over to the others.
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Flynt had barely any time to speak, racing on Burdock's back to keep up with the newly discovered survivors.   The terrible sight of an entire army of foes near the tower put a quaking into his boots, especially considering there were only about three hands worth of bodies in this ragtag group.  Maybe with the distraction, they could make a break for the tower...

Before he could communicate that thought,  already two fools had broken into a charge, rushing through the enemy straight for their mounted leader.  Flynt cursed under his breath, racking another bolt into his crossbow and looking over his shoulder to the mixed bag of commoners, merchants and guards that had made it here.

"Hurry!  Make for the Tower, before we're all killed!"

Burdock barked loudly in consent, and wheeling around the gnome scanned the open street for anything that might buy some time in the face of an army they were OBVIOUSLY not suited to face.  His eyes picked out that the building the half-orc and his (presumably) sister were cornered in front of was a burned out storefront, and the seasonal awning overhead was a wooden slab held up by ropes to the ruined framework.  The top of the awning lay covered in charred debris from the second floor that likely wouldn't stop the enemy,  but it might give them a few seconds confusion and a nasty hotfoot to anyone who stepped on it.

Flynt sighted down the rails, and fired at one of the ropes.  There was a rewarding snap as his bolt cut though, and then the strain on the remaining rope tore the anchor from the charred frame.  The slab swung down on the hinges before abruptly stopping at an angle on a display stand, scattering hot coals and a spray of ash away from the half-orcs and into the midst of the raiders.

"C'mon, kid, now's your chance!  RUN, RUN, RUN!" Flynt shouted,  racking another bolt and praying the opportunity would be enough.

This is NOT a fight we should be picking, so I'm just trying to give the NPC's time to escape.  Lemme know if I'm taking too much liberty with the blank scenery, though.

Burdock is dodging, so disadvantage to attack him if he's targeted.

19:30, Today: Flynt Tumblerock rolled 21 using 1d20+4 with rolls of 17.  Perception (find destructible building).
19:31, Today: Flynt Tumblerock rolled 22 using 1d20+7 with rolls of 15.  Crossbow attack.
19:32, Today: Flynt Tumblerock rolled 8 using 1d8+3 with rolls of 5.  Damage.

The cultist wizard atop the dragon looks bemused as one of his raiders seems to take some initiative, his bemusement turning to righteous indignation as an axe is hurled his direction.

"Move Ragonithex!" The man shouts as the axe quickly covers the distance. The dragon looks back to the man on his back, and one could almost swear they saw a smirk cross the dragon's face, until once more it looked toward the axe and at the last moment as the wizard raised his hand to shield himself one of the massive black wings whipped up into the path of the axe, causing it to bounce harmlessly off the creature's leathery wing.

"You will regre..." The wizard begins to speak as a raging man leaps head long into the very heart of the raider forces, his axe taking off the head of one of the closest raiders to him, before making a boastful claim.

As one man wades into an army, another atop a dog sends a shower of coals spilling down upon several kobolds, who raise their hands to shield themselves from the falling cinders, and stepping from the spray.

And as heroic as the entire scene would seem, it is ultimately proven overwhelming, as no real significant change had occurred in the enemy ranks.

"Now then.... Kill them all Ragonithex, make it painful." The wizard says with a boastful sense of pride and arrogance, the kind that could only come from a man seated atop a dragon. "Watch your tone wizard, I am not your slave, we are equals." He says flaring out his wings and taking a deep breath, a loud gargling noise emanating from him as he prepares to loose it's breath weapon upon the bulk of the newcomers merry band.

Before that can happen however, a loud horn can be heard and the screaming of men, can be heard coming from up ahead on the road from the direction of the keep.

Emerging from ash and smoke an aged human man in full plate atop a white armored steed charges out of the smoke, a long blue and white striped lance leveled in one arm and a steel shield in the other. "FOR THE GREENFIELDS!" He shouts as he charges. Following behind him a sizable group of city guards all in half-plate with tower shields emblazoned with the crest of Greenest upon them and leveled spears come charging with him shouting loudly.

The mounted knight and the steed crash into the black dragon head on, sending the wizard to the ground and the dragon's dangerous spew flying out across his own forces. Ragonithex reels back a broken lance protruding from his side. He roars in pain, and the white steed the man rides upon rears up and whinneys striking out with it's hooves landing solid hits against the dragon cracking the tip of one of it's horn off.

The city guard crash into the midst of the raiders and though outnumbered it becomes evident that not only was the element of surprise on their side, but they are much better trained fighting as a military unit, the raiders for their part are quickly losing focus and cohesion as they see on one side their leader dismounted and his dragon getting the snot kicked out of it and dealing friendly fire, and on the other they are being sieged by a crazy man in their midst and have a potential flanking mob to their back.

A young man carrying a standard emblazoned with the sigil of Greenest, climbs atop a near by crate and waves it shouting, "They are breaking! Make haste, the way to the keep is clear! Who knows how long it will last! Make Haste for we close the gate soon!"

Einar roars as the army rushes in to the kobolds and raiders as he continues to so his best carving the enemies along his path. As eventually the call is yelled out to make haste to the castle and his rage is tapering off he makes haste towards the keep ensuring that the non combatants make it safely before him.

Flynt needed no prompting; the canine-borne merchant was already tugging on the reins, wheeling around towards the gates of the keep.

Seizing the opportunity the defenders of Greenest had provided, the members of the group hurried their way through the onslaught, and to the relative safety of the other side of the melee; many taking off at a run for the keep, while others were busy trying to help in any way they could, but all were retreating toward the keep.

The black dragon roared once more and reared up on it's hind legs seizing the knight's horse with both it fore arms and diving straight for it's exposed neck with it's open mouth. The man atop the beast drawing his next weapon and frantically striking the dragon's head with a morning star as it bit down on his steed, largely to no avail.

The red robed wizard rolls to the side in attempt to avoid the dragon's sweeping tail and wings; getting thrown into the side of a merchant store for his troubles during the bitter battle between the dragon and the knight.

For the briefest of moments it seemed as though the defenders of Greenest had attained the upper hand, a glimmer of hope in these dire times. But the resolve and organization of the raiders grows by the moment, their numbers swelling with every minute as more and more raiders poor in from the alley ways, forcing the city guard into a fighting retreat and cutting off the knight from his allies.

Soon the mounted man is dragged from his steed to the ground by a sea of raiders who have the man and his steed surrounded. Once he is dismounted the raiders begin savagely stabbing and beating the prone man, while their draconian ally rips the head of the horse from it's body and lets loose a mighty and savage roar, blood covering and draining from it's mouth as it does so.

It isn't long before the guard abandon their defensive retreat, it becoming all too evident that if they were to maintain that pace, not only would they not reach the keep before the gate closed, but they would also run the risk of being over run or cut off. Once the last guard throws down his shield it becomes a full on run for the keep, crossbow bolts whizzing by and the odd member in the rear being seized or tripped and savagely beaten to death by the pursing raider horde.

As the group pushes closer to the the gate the raiders stay on their heels hoping to barge through with the group and get inside.

Members of the city guard stand by at the gate and attempt to prevent the raiders from gaining entry with the fleeing citizenry, soon the gate house of the keep becomes a clog with raiders, guards, and innocent alike being jammed into a giant mass shoulder to shoulder struggling for their own goals. But the madness comes to and end soon enough as the portcullis closes behind the last of the citizenry and the raiders who had attempted to gain entry are swiftly cut down.

9:00pm

Inside the keep courtyard once the immediate danger and adrenaline pass a depressing scene awaits. Standing atop a large crate is a older human male who wears torn and bloody formerly affluent clothing, an arm in a sling, and a bandage over his right eye shouts orders to the citizenry organizing them in a sort of refugee processing line.

"I AM GOVERNOR NIGHTHILL! I KNOW YOU ARE ALL SCARED BUT PLEASE REMAIN CALM! THOSE OF YOU WHO ARE HURT PLEASE FALL IN OVER HERE, THOSE OF YOU WHO ARE UNINJURED AND UNABLE TO FIGHT PLEASE FALL IN HERE! AND THOSE OF YOU WHO ARE ABLE TO FIGHT PLEASE GATHER HERE AFTER YOU HAVE BEEN SEEN FOR ANY INJURIES, WE WILL BE ASSIGNING YOU DUTIES!"

After a moment to breathe the group that had made it's way to the keep begins to fall into the lines they felt they had most needed to be in. Gregar announces he feels that he would be best suited to helping the injured while Sefira and Garret take the prisoner to be processed and Brock makes his way to the group being assigned defense duties.

--End Cinematic lol--
anyway now everyone is caught up, the Keep is considered free form and down time, you are free to decide on any kind of rest you might need, and the like. I will move the story along once everyone has interacted with one another or any NPCs they want to.

Ronalf had not enjoyed running from a fight but was not fool enough to think he would be a match for dragons and a horde of minions alone. He had kept with a small group in case they were attacked but they had so far made it to the keep unharmed. The sudden attack had appeared to catch everyone unawares. The town fair was suppossed to be exciting and so far it had not let him down, even if the thrills were scalier and more deadly than advertised. Ronalf had considered slipping over the walls and making his escape as anyone could see the keep was an obvious target but he felt uncomfortable leaving the innocent villagers to their deaths. Ronalf would do what could to help them but if defeat was inevitable he was prepared to retreat and save what few people he could before making his own escape.

Ronalf wandered the keep aiding those to wounded to walk unassisted when he heard the man proclaiming to be govenor begin shouting orders. Gladdened to hear that there was now some semblance of organisation Ronalf hefted his spear and headed over to the the slow forming group of able bodied fighters. Most of them looked a little worse for wear and had clearly seen some action very recently. He spoke in a cheerfully optimistic tone with an amused smile on his face. "You lot look like you've been in the thick off it out there, reckon we got much chance of surviving the night then?"

The robes were an unkept assortment of cloth layered over her body in a way that none could confuse for flattering or attempting to draw attention.  Some might even confuse the material for a sack except for the symbol of bound hands of white embroidered over the right breast, the bindings made of red cord as if they might be blood from cut wrists.  These garments were set across the hulking frame of an unusual healer that even now wandered amidst the dying and wounded, attempting to ease their suffering.  For a few she could do nothing but aide them in their passage to the next world while others needed only a simple pat and gruff word of kindness.  She did both without complaint.  Many overlooked her obvious features of being an orc, some not even seeming to notice so dazed by their condition.  Only those well enough to be bothered with fear and disgust took notice and moved away accordingly.

For them Ysar moved to her table and began to mix mortar to stone.  Herbs were crushed and then set into bandages with the hopes of fast recovery and relief.  The muscles that worked the mortar could as well have been working the fires of a forge or hammering steel in a smithy.  She had been here for a few days thus far, but none had really taken notice or heed.  Only now that her talents were so needed did they call on her, beg almost for the healing touch of her God.  Ysar did not mind and did not complain.  That was not her way and not the way of her Order.  Instead she came to serve and so took her bandages to the wounded so wrap and give what comfort she could provide.

Once the portcullis slammed to the ground Korym took what felt like his first breath in an hour. His back against the keep wall, he sank to the ground, shaking with fright.

What is going on? How am I caught up in a war? I just wanted to see if Laertilus was correct, and I might be able to look at an original version...

He is shaken from his thoughts by the sound of someone shouting orders. He wipes his face with his hand, and stands up to see an old man named Nighthill telling people to sort themselves into groups and gather.

What do I do? I am fit to fight, I have my bow, and of course my magicks...but this is not my fight is it? I am simply a traveller, passing through.

He looks at the groups forming as directed by Nighthill; the injured, so many of them; the uninjured but unable, or perhaps unwilling, to fight; and finally those that would fight. Many of them were injured, some of them were very old, and some very young.

A wave of guilt washed over the elf, nearly causing him to stumble. He caught himself, and forced his emotions to calm. He then strode calmly to the group preparing to fight.

He looks for someone in charge, and presents himself in a manner that he believes correct, "I am Korym Nightstar, of Silverymoon. I am capable with my bow, and I am a minor spell caster. How can I serve?"

Einar stretches out his back and cracks his neck a bit before walking over towards the mayor with a bright smile. He didn't even bother to clean the blood of the kobolds and raiders off his skin or weapons that hung at his side.

Well can't say I expected to ever have to use my axe again, but you have it where do you need me?

Hell look out to the gathered faces with a smile and a light wave Hail friends I'm Einar, I'm not much to look at but my axe and shield will be there to assist where ever I'm needed.

Things had quieted slightly as the bell at the top of the keep had stopped ringing, perhaps there was no longer a point since no one else could seek the safety of the keep. Without the sound of the bell all that is left is an eerie silence from those who guard the keep only the cries and moans of the wounded being carried into the keep and the orders to fire bows from the parapet can be heard when the dragon circles back around to the keep punctuating his continued presence occasionally with a roar.

Those who had gathered to be given an assignment mill about speaking very little even when spoken to directly, most lost in their own sorrow or trauma until a soot covered dwarf decked out in singed full plate and the governor of the town approach.

"On yer feet lads and lassies, Mr. Nighthill has somethin' ta ask ye." He says as he clangs an intricate axe upon a steel shield drawing everyone's attention.

"Thank you Mr. Escobert. Once again ladies and gentlemen I am governor Nighthill, and I would like to thank each and everyone of you for your help in this dark time, it will be remembered. But I have a request to ask of any who are willing.

Many of our people are still trapped outside, and will surely be slaughtered or worse if we do not act... So I ask, is there any among you who would brave this darkest of storms and venture back into the fray to rescue those who would surely perish? Those who would rather can stay here and Mr. Escobert will assign you your duties, no one will think less of you, but these are our wives, husbands, brothers, sisters, sons and daughters out there and they need help." The governor pleads as he looks hopefully toward the crowd.
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Flynt had been quietly tending his own wounds and catching his breath.  Sitting against the stonework, the gnome merchant alternated sipping from his waterskin, pouring water over his gash and dribbling a stream for Burdock to eagerly lap up.  The tan-haired canine waited patiently,  but his swiveling head and wagging tail showed that he was excited about his new environs.

When the governor's call went out, he looked around briefly and frowned.  No members of his clan had noticed him, and he had yet to see any himself.   Frustration welled in his gut like a bad batch of wine, and the gnome pulled himself to his feet and strode to the front of the crowd.  Burdock followed closely, the metal fittings of his saddle jingling, and Flynt spoke out.

"Flynt Tumblerock of Greenest, Gov'ner.  Those bastards clocked me from behind on the road outside of town, and
now I dunno if my kin are alive or burned'n'gutted.  I gotta sharp eye and a decent aim, and if I can draw some blood from the ingrates burning our fair city then you can sure as hell count me and my dog in for the fight."

Einar stretched a bit and glanced about the room eyes drifting from person to person that all milled about seemingly trying to avoid the governor's gaze. Everyone was lost in the trauma, sorrow, and terror of the entire situation, it was to be expected most people don't get in to large scale fights like this.

As the governor poses his question Einar will stand and walk over to join the gnome giving him a light clap on the back before speaking. "Aye I can take a fair few hits and throw them out as well, Einar also of Greenest." he'll chuckle a bit as he glances at the gnome "Can't say I met you before but I keep to myself."

With that he'll glance back out at the crowd with half a scowl as everyone quickly avoids his gaze he just scoffs at them leaving those less able out in the streets with out help. "Come surely there are more of you that wish to help, we need to rescue our friends, and family of Greenest why do you hide this trouble isn't going to disappear after all."

Korym blanches slightly at Einar's words.

I am not from Greenest, I have no family or friends here. I don't even know anyone here...

Even as his thought formed, it sounded hollow in Korym's mind.

Stepping forward to stand next to the small gnome and the large human, he addresses the dwarf and the governor directly.

"Governor Nighthill, Master Escobert. Korym Nightstar of Silverymoon. I have no stake in Greenest, but I will venture forth and use my magicks and my bow to help these stalwart citizens."

It was a fine speech, he hoped no one noticed he was trembling.
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The woman was quiet in her approach.  She did not rise with fanfare or words, but instead made herself a quiet presence near those that had already pledged their assistance.  One hand grasped the armor she would wear into battle while the other hoisted a mace over her shoulder.  The gruff expression of the half-orc showed one of determination and also resignation to her place in life.  Where suffering was to be found so were members of her order.

“I will bring the soothing light of Imater to this battle to ease their suffering and yours as needed.”

  Her voice sounded deep and guttural compared to the others.  Her shoulders rolling back, easing the tension and muscles into place before she stole a glance to the others gathered.

Ronalf glanced around, waiting for others to volunteer to help and began trying to convince himself he wouldnt be off much help, when that failed he began considering how this fight wasnt his. With a slap of the thigh and a deep sigh he stepped forward and planted his spear.

"Ronalf Keelbreaker. When the krakens grabbed the hull the best thing to do it make sure it chokes on it! I'l do what i can but im no hero from legend, i wont leap to certain death because you have angered a dragon!"

Korym's eyes darted about the group that had declared themselves fit to fight.

~I would have thought at least a dozen of them would have stepped up! It's their damnable village, and it's their families...~

The elf physically gave his head a shake.

~...and they are simple villagers and farmers and they are terrified that they have lost everything and everyone that they have known...they are traumatised!~

He looks to the group standing with him.

"We are only five, Governor Nighthill, but a small group will attract less attention from the raiders, and will be able to move about the village more stealthily, to locate survivors."

He almost convinced himself that he was speaking the truth.

The Governor looks about the citizenry in the keep, most of whom avert their eyes as his one good one looks about, they obviously want to help but are less willing to venture back outside the safety of the keep's walls.

He walks toward the group who had stepped forward, nodding to Flynt and placing the arm not in a sling upon Einar's shoulder as he looks to the others who were not of the town of Greenest. "Thank you all, and know that even if you were not of this family before, you are now, and will forever be welcome in this town. Now please come with me I fear time is not our friend right now." He says as he begins to hurry the group behind him and the dwarf named Escobert.

As the group makes their way Escobert speaks up. "I am Castellan Escobert and I am the Commander of the keep. While we had to seal the main entrance, we do have a secret tunnel that leads to the river. And it will be through this tunnel we will smuggle you into the town, as the river is dry because of the drought, it should provide you some cover... But please be careful not to lead the raiders to it." As he walks he leads the group into and through the keep proper and into it's cellar, where several members of the guard are pushing a large fifteen foot high wine rack over, causing a loud cacophony and slippery mess, but also revealing a previously hidden iron door with a bar across it.

As the men remove the barricade Governor Nighthill once more speaks up. "Again, I thank you all for your bravery. I would advise you rescue any you find, but I know that if people could not get into the keep, one of the first places they would try to get to would be the Temple of Chauntea as it sits atop a hill is made of flagstone and has a wooden wall surrounding the site that might provide some level of protection; that would be the first place I would check." As he finishes there is a loud creaking noise of ancient rusty hinges groaning as they begrudgingly support the thick door as it swings open, revealing a cobwebbed pitch black tunnel wide enough for only single file travel. "Last chance to back out my friends..." The Governor says looking toward the tunnel.

Looking to Flynt and Einar, Korym asks, "You said earlier you live in the village...you will be able to lead us to the Temple?"

The elf takes in a deep breath and lets it out slowly as if considering the Governor's offer.

He then steps back from the open door, but does not walk away! Instead he makes a small gesture and speaks in an odd language, Invisibilis Sectam Arma.

No effect is apparent, but Korym looks satisfied with the result. Looking down the cob-webbed tunnel, he grabs a torch from a wall sconce.

He looks expectantly to his new companions, waiting for one of them to take the lead.

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Cast Mage Armour
Last 8 hours; AC becomes 13 + DEX mod.

Einar nods to the elf as he asks his question "Aye I'm from here but I haven't spent much of my time in the city proper. He frowns a bit before shrugging "But should be easy enough to get to I know roughly where its at."

Einar looks in to the deep dark tunnel before mumbling in a sarcastic tone "OH I love deep dark damp tunnels so much." With his grumbling out of the way he unslings his shield and grabs a torch making sure it's lit.

"Well if nobody volunteers or objects, I guess I'll lead the way in to the creepy tunnel."

Flynt sighed heavily as he tucked his crossbow into his pack and forged past Einar's grumbling into the tunnel, his already broad pupils expanding to take up most of his eye sockets.  The merchant gnome clicked his tongue as he passed and shook his head.

"Never send a man to do a gnome's job, I always say.  Keep behind me, I'll protect you from the nasty damp tunnel, he teased, taking the offered lead to scout without revealing quite as much light.  Burdock barked, and quickly followed.

"Pleasure to meet ya, folks.  Flynt Tumblerock, at yer service!  I'll be your guide this evening... but I hope you got something to cover me from behind if something nasty happens."

Taking a note from his own book, Flynt readied a pair of daggers that glinted in the light coming off Einar's torch behind him, as he lead the way into the dark.

OOC: Fall in, guys.  I think we need a marching order.

Ronalf folowed behind the others and sighed when he saw the tunnel. "To think I gave up open sea and salt spray for dark and dingy corridors with spider infested underground passages. Enough to make a sailor weep. Have no fear of an ambush Mr Tumblerock, not until they've struck me dead at least. Won't leave a crewmate unguarded if I can help it">

Ranolf banged his spear on the ground to punctuate his statement and he smiled brightly though looked warily at the corridor ahead.

As the group sets about their task, the red headed dwarf, Commander Escobert, pipes up one more time. "Aye! Almost forgot lads, here..." He says handing the leader of the group a large Skeleton Key. "Ya might be need'n this! It opens the iron gate on the other side a'tha tunnel."

Once inside the tunnel the iron door is once more closed with an almost deafening squeal followed by a loud 'KURTHUNK' as the cross bar is once more fitted into place.

The only light in the tunnel is that shone by Einar and Korym's torches revealing a long downward sloping stairway covered from floor to ceiling and wall to wall with thick choking cobwebs.

While foreboding the tunnel proves to be largely uneventful until the end. The tunnel long ago leveled out and became a straight level path, but now you can once again hear the distant sounds of carnage being wrought out in the city even though you cannot see the iron gate just yet, you know you are closer.

Step after step you carry on until there is a loud blood curdling squealing noise that replaces the, what would otherwise be, perfect silence of the tunnel were it not for the siege. Shining the light closer to the ground reveals that the leader of the group has stepped upon a large rat, and he is not alone, before you lay a writing carpet of rats all climbing over and scurrying amongst themselves streatching for as far as the torch light illuminates.

"Thank ya kindly, Commander.  Good luck to you, too," the gnome replied, sheathing one of his daggers and taking the offered key before tucking it into his belt pouch.   With a grim sigh of resolution, Flynt lead the way into the dark at the edge of Einar's torchlight....

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... and it was good he had, too.  Flynt hadn't noticed the rat in time to avoid it since he was relying on his superior nightvision to buffer the torch-bearing humans from arousing too much attention from possible hazards, but at least he wasn't heavy enough to seriously harm the creature.

As the torch-bearers approached to see what the commotion was, Flynt held a hand up towards his companions and gestured for them to halt, stuffing his remaining dagger into the sheath with his other hand.  Thus freed, the auburn-haired merchant pulled a sprig of mistletoe from his belt pouch and waved it in a circle over the opposing palm.  On the third pass, close to a dozen plump blue berries glistening with dew appeared in his hand.   Flynt took one between his fingers, pocketing the rest momentarily, and knelt down to offer it to the rodent he had accidentally trampled.

"Sorry.  Not danger.  Give food, make better?" the gnome trailblazer offered to the wounded rat with broken, simplified speech interspersed with rat-like chittering.  His tone tried to emphasize a lack of hostility, and perhaps even a friendly response. Looking up, Flynt watched the rest of the swarm for their reaction as he continued, speaking towards them all.

"Danger Above.  Me and friends going out.  Not want your territory.  Giving you food, you let us through?" he asked, hopeful.

Cast Goodberry, offering one of them to the wounded rat.  Forest Gnomes have Speak with Small Beasts Racial Trait, so I'm attempting to bargain for passage...

Walking in silence, Korym listens as the sounds of the village being devastated grows louder. He feels his heart beating faster in his ears.

Then suddenly the silence is broken by the a horrible noise. As he focuses on the tunnel ahead, the elf's eyes widen when he sees the mass of rats.

Pointing at the vermin he utters, "Radius Gelu".

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Cast Ray of Frost at the rats - and missed!
23:43, Today: Korym Nightstar rolled 7 using 1d20+5 for ranged spell attack.

If Flynt's action occurs first, then Korym will ready the spell, casting if the rats continue to move forward (not that it matters!).

Einar did his best to walk in silence as well, it had been a trying day to say the least. His town and been ransacked and invaded by cultists and a dragon, and many people's lives had been lost.

As they near the end of the tunnel a frown was clear on his face as he heard the endless sounds of carnage. As if the trip through the tunnel wasn't bad enough as it was.

Upon seeing Flynt step on a rat but wave for them to stop he simply raises his shield. and torch and gets ready for a fight
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The rat that had been stepped on quickly recovers from the accidental step and eagerly takes the Goodberry once offered; it's attitude relaxing. For the part of the swarm, they hardly seemed to notice that one of their own had been stepped on, carrying on about their business.

However once Flynt begins to talk to the creatures they take much more notice and upon hearing an offer of free food they eagerly swarm the gnome almost knocking him to the ground climbing atop one another and the gnome to get at the freely offered food. Soon Flynt is little more than a mound of rats, but they do retreat from him eventually only having taken the food offered, only the odd rat left darting out from his shirt or pants until it is once again relatively quiet in the tunnel; the swarms having made way for the party to step without being stepped on.

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With the rat encounter overcome the party presses forward, to find that the tunnel exit was only 80ft away. The tunnel sloped downward and eventually dropped into a large 30ft deep 20ft wide cistern, right before the exit.

It appears the tunnel was originally designed to catch water from the river so that the occupants of the keep could have water during a siege, but now the reservoir is empty.

Entering the cistern and exiting are not very difficult as there are carved stairs on either side of the pit. Once on the otherside however the sounds of the carnage and the smell of ash becomes powerful as the outside air is blowing in, and ahead is a rather sturdy wrought iron gate with a key lock on it, that is rather rusty. The scene beyound is one of the empty river bed with only a trickle of water still flowing through it and a few burning buldings visible from your low angle in the river bed.

Einar almost charges as the rats swarm Flynt but holds back as it doesn't appear that he's actually being attacked as the rats swarm him for food. As they retreat he nods in satisfaction, Well done Flynt, let's get out of here quickly we have work to do.

As they get to the end of the tunnel and the sounds and smells become that of a ranging battlefield of ash and fire all he can do is frown. Taking a moment he properly puts the torch out so that they aren't seen coming out from the tunnel as he looks to Flynt to get the gate unlocked. Well things are only gonna get rough from here is everyone ready?
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Flynt sighed as he dusted himself off, now a few pounds lighter after the rats had depleted all the food in his pack.  He was grateful that the encounter hadn't ended in any accidental bloodshed, though; sewer rats were notoriously unclean, and all it took was one or two bites for rot to start.

As they reached the door, the gnome readied the skeleton key and fished out the good berries he had stashed away in his belt pouch.  He popped one in his mouth, savoring the healing warmth as it filled his belly, and then offered the remainder to his companions.

"Anyone want a magic berry before we go out there?  No point in fighting on an empty stomach,  and it'll help with any scrapes or scratches bothering ya..."

Anyone who wants one can take a Goodberry.  I have 8 left.

---

With a quick glance, Flynt pocketed whatever berries weren't taken while examining the lock.  The rusted gate hardly seemed serviceable; Flynt wagered that he was half as likely to open it, and halfway likely to just foul up the key if it wasn't threaded just right into the mechanism.

"Here goes nothing," he muttered,  trying his luck with the lock...

15:20, Today: Flynt Tumblerock rolled 11 using 1d20+3 with rolls of 8.  Use Skeleton Key.
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"Not for me, Flynt...but thanks. I fear I would just vomit it up."

If the key does not turn in the lock:

Korym whispers quietly, "Does anyone have any lamp oil? It might help with the lock."

If Flynt manages to open the lock:

Koym gulps hard as the old gate swings open, he keeps his torch burning, while Flynt and Einar step out, and nods for Ronalf to step by him.

He then makes a pinching motion with his thumb and forefinger and says Extinguet, the torch immediately goes out.

Stepping out of the tunnel, he places the torch in the bars of the gate hopefully to be used on their return journey. He strings his bow while Flynt locks the gate, and then nocks an arrow, and looks to Einar and Flynt, "Which way to the temple?"

Flynt manages to get the key in and gate opened despite the old gate not wanting to accept the command.

The iron gate exits out of the bottom side of an thirty foot embankment with a gentle slope, into what would be water, were the river full. The riverbed is dry and largely flat spanning almost fifty foot until the embankment on the other side of the river.

As the gnome peeks his head outside the sounds of a woman screaming can be heard behind, above, and to the left.

Looking in that direction is a group of kobolds and raiders (their exact number hard to pin down from your low angle) at the top of the embankment that that are harassing a woman who is trying to shield her young son from them; next to them is the headless body of a man with a blood trail leading down toward you, indicating the head probably rolled down the embankment and is in the dried up river bed you are in somewhere, perhaps behind some shrubs.

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Ronalf KeelBreaker, rolled 17 using 1d20+2 with rolls of 15.
Korym Nightstar, rolled 10 using 1d20+2 with rolls of 8.
Flynt Tumblerock, rolled 17 using 1d20+3 with rolls of 14.
Einar, rolled 12 using 1d20+3 with rolls of 9.

Inititative order:
Raider
Flynt (with higher initiative)
Ronalf
Einar
Korym
Kobolds
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Ronalf ground his teeth as the scene unfolded before him and he stepped through the door, drawing his carved belaying pin and pointing it at the raider nearest the woman and child. From his mouth erupted a noise that could only be described as a word in the most abstract sense and felt like a violation to the ears of the listeners.

"Dgrxtkptn"

As the perplexing utterance faded in the air a bolt of swirling energy of unidentifiable colours launched from the belaying pin and hurtled in the raiders direction.

OOC: Ronalf casts eldritch blast.
00:11, Today: Ronalf KeelBreaker rolled 20 using 1d20+5.  Eldritch Blast.

00:12, Today: Ronalf KeelBreaker rolled 10 using 1d10.  EB damage.

Einar will rush in to action to save the woman charging up the embankment if he can if not he climbs up it as quickly as possible with his shield on his arm. Once he reaches the top he'll rush between the woman and the raiders. Raising his axe to strike one of them if possible.
22:46, Today: Einar rolled 7 using 1d20+3. athletics if needed .
  22:46, Today: Einar rolled 9 using 1d20+3.  Attack if possible.

The woman's scream jerks Korym's head around. He immediately feels the bile rise in his throat at the sight of the headless body. He swallows, feeling the burn in his throat.

As his companions around him react, he raises his bow and looses an arrow at the foe closest to the woman and child.

"Damn!" he curses as he watches the arrow fly wide of its intended target. HE then scrambles half-way up the slope.

---

21:04, Today: Korym Nightstar rolled 9 using 1d20+4 for longbow.
21:04, Today: Korym Nightstar rolled 9 using 1d8+2 damage
Move 15 feet up embankment.

Flynt froze as the scream echoed over the embankment, and before he could ward the others against action was already being passed.  Cursing inwardly, he whistled for his steed and Burdock sprinted up out of the tunnel.  Flynt leapt, throwing one leg over the drooling pack dog and reaching over his shoulder for his light crossbow.  Burdock scampered on all fours, moving up the slope about ten feet as his master sighted on the largest target and fired away...


Half move to mount up, Burdock moves up to 40ft to get partway up the hill in range of the Raider.  Burdock then takes a Dodge action, and Flynt attacks the Raider for 4 damage.

22:55, Thu 07 Jan: Flynt Tumblerock rolled 4 using 1d8+3 with rolls of 1.  Crossbow damage.
22:54, Thu 07 Jan: Flynt Tumblerock rolled 20 using 1d20+7 with rolls of 13.  Ranged Attack (Crossbow) .

Flynt's Arrow lands true into the chest of one of the raiders, who stumbles back in surprise. The other raider releases the woman's arm and looks down the embankment and shouts "Damn it, get em' you lizard bastards!" Just as Ranolf's eerie magic strikes him and writhes across his body.

As the raider struck by the eldritch blast collapses to the ground in a smoking heap Einar makes it to the edge of the  embankment his axe swinging wide as the raider with an arrow jutting out of his chest dodges, and Korym's arrow flies over head.

Einar now has a clear view of the enemy group which consists of now one raider and six kobolds.

Heeding the command of the fallen raider the Kobolds rally, three of them drawing their slings, with two of them firing at Einar as the other three Kobolds swarm up on him, one on each side and one behind, while the last kobold looses his sling at the nearest ally of Einar, Korym.

----End round 1
----Begin Round 2

The wounded raider steps forward toward Einar swinging his scimitar, it's blade finding purchase, as the barbarian swipes at the Kobolds trying to defend himself from them.

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The combined assault of the kobolds against Einar manage to land two attacks, one dagger to the thigh, and one stone to his forehead <crit>. 10dmg from ranged  and 3dmg from dagger (3dmg total).

The Cultist in round 2 will land a blow against Einar for 6dmg

The stone flung at Korym stikes true but is deflected by the mage armor.

Flynt skirted the fray, nudging Burdock to flank up the hill and keep him just within  range of the other raider.  Ratcheting the lever and slamming another bold into the groove, Flynt managed to find another opening in the swirl of bodies but only managed to wing his target's arm.

Burdock continues moving to the top of the embankment, trying to stay 40 feet from the kobolds if possible, and takes a Dodge action.  Flynt attacks the other raider for another 4 damage.

20:21, Today: Flynt Tumblerock rolled 4 using 1d8+3 with rolls of 1.  Crossbow damage.
20:20, Today: Flynt Tumblerock rolled 17 using 1d20+7 with rolls of 10.  Crossbow attack vs Raider

Einar curses loudly as he is stoned, stabbed, and cut visously from several sides at once. "Hells I'm outta practice!" Letting out a loud roar the man refocuses his attention aiming to take out one of the kobold first if only to clear some space and lower the number of weapons coming at him.

"Fucking bastards, DIE!" The man then waste no time returning what can only be discribed as a glorious swing at one of the little shits.

Bonus action rage
22:31, Today: Einar rolled 14 using 2d8+3.  MURDER THAT BASTARD.

22:31, Today: Einar rolled 23 using 1d20+3.  Attack VS shitlizards!

Korym tries to calm himself in the midst of the madness as he draws another arrow, and lets fly.

"Damn it all to hell!" he mutters to himself as he watches another arrow fly harmlessly past the kobolds.

"Run to me!" he shouts to the woman and her child, as he moves parallel to his current position to get some distance from the kobolds.

---

20:45, Today: Korym Nightstar rolled 8 using 1d20+4 for longbow.

Thank you dice roller gods for mocking me so!

Move 30 feet away from the melee.

Korym will use Shield as a reaction if he is hit.
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Ronalf gave a trimphant harumph as the raider fell at his magical blow and turned his attention to one of the nearest of the kobold slingers that were attacking his allies.

"Dgrxtkptn"

He directed his power once more and launched another mass of swirling and convoluted energy, hoping to lessen the pressue on Korym and preventing an attack agaisnt the mother and child.

OOC:

16:47, Today: Ronalf KeelBreaker rolled 23 using 1d20+5 ((18)).


16:48, Today: Ronalf KeelBreaker rolled 2 using 1d10.  EB damage.

Flynt and his hound charge across the scene loosing another bolt into the raider assaulting Einar, causing him to curse as he staggers back, another bolt sticking from his shoulder; as Ronalf's non-euclidean energy whizzes up the embankment striking the kobold who had dared to throw the stone at Korym; leaving a smoking wound upon his leg.

Having loosed his inner anger upon his foes Einar rages the kobold behind him to death, a swift cleave from his axe leaving the creature in two pieces; flailing and screaming in pain the kobold's two halves roll down the embankment and land at the bottom where the creature quickly dies.

Korym calls for the woman and child to follow him as he moves further from the fray, the woman grabbing the crying child seizing the opening that the party has provided making their way down the embankment toward the elf.

The Kobold who had been struck by the eldritch blast refocuses his attention toward the Ronalf stepping down the embankment five feet and looses his stone, which impacts the dry earth at the warlocks feet with surprising force.

The other two kobolds favoring their slings move ten feet closer to Flynt letting their deadly payloads fly both going wide to either side of him.

The two Kobolds left against Einar press their attacks trying to fell the giant before them, savagely striking with their daggers both managing to land crippling strikes to the barbarian (8 dmg, 4 and 4.)

-----End round 2
-----Begin round 3

Seeing an opportunity to even the odds against the upstarts who sought to take them on the raider swings his scimitar against Einar, but despite the brutal onslaught thus far inflicted upon him Einar manages to position his shield in the way just in the nick of time.

Korym nocks another arrow, silently praying for his aim to improve.

When the woman and child reaches him, he says to her quickly, " Stay low to the ground. We will try to get you into the keep tonight. If things go wrong, flee across the dry river and hide."

The elf then draws and looses another arrow. "Solonor guide me!" he shouts as another arrow flies wide of the mark!

---

20:18, Today: Korym Nightstar rolled 6 using 1d20+4 for arrow #3.

Unbelievable, my d20 rolls have been 5, 4, and 2!
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Einar is getting stabbed repeatedly and just bleeding from several wounds but still standing with a fire in his eyes! With that he attempts to strike another kobold but the wounds are beginning to get to him as he slowly seems to be loosing his fighting ability.

He's can't even seem to find the energy to talk as he's focusing his attention on surviving the next few seconds though his hope is running thin.


 23:00, Today: Einar rolled 12 using 1d20+3.  Battle axe attack!
02:46, Today: Einar rolled 6 using 1d8+3.  Battle axe DAMAGE.
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"Oh, fer f**k's sake... Burdock!  Sic 'em, boy!"

Flynt reloaded the crossbow under his arm, and fired another shot on the taller figure, which struck home on a .  Using this moment to ready a long leather whip, he leaned forward and low in the saddle.  Charging atop Burdock's back now that the townspeople were clear of the melee, the hound and his master barreled into the fray to rescue Einar... or at least, buy some time.

Bonus Action: Hunters Mark on the raider.
Action: attack the raider. 16 to hit, 10 damage.
Burdock & Flynt move 40 feet, joining the melee with Einar & the kobolds.


08:34, Today: Flynt Tumblerock rolled 10 using 1d8+1d6+3 with rolls of 4,3.  Crossbow attack.

08:33, Today: Flynt Tumblerock rolled 16 using 1d20+7 with rolls of 9.  Crossbow attack vs Raider.

He smirked at the stone that landed at his feet, glad that the attention had been drawn away from the civilians. His brow furrowed as he noticed Einar seemingly struggling to fight on and  launched another volley at the nearest kobold battling einar whilst gripping his spear tighter and running forward to aid his clearly wounded ally.

"Dgrxtkptn"

OOC:
Moving forward towards Einar.
17:23, Today: Ronalf KeelBreaker rolled 12 using 1d20+5.  Eldritch Blast.
17:23, Today: Ronalf KeelBreaker rolled 6 using 1d10.  EB damage.

Seeing their ally Einar in mortal danger the rest of the party rallies to his side, Flynt charging into the fray after loosing another bolt, this one sticking into the side of the skull of the raider who immediately crumples to the ground in a heap.

Ronalf looses another blast this one dancing across the kobold to Einar's left; with a muffled scream that almost seems to draw into an echo as the eldritch magic courses across him, drops, his smoldering corpse rolling down the embankment.

Now free from assault on all sides Einar is able to focus all of his rage against the sole foe left to his right. With a mighty swing his axe plants down into the kobold's skull immediately killing the creature.

No longer provided the protection from melee combatants the kobolds with ranged weapons steel themselves and loose their payloads, two against Flynt and the wounded one pressing his attack against Ronalf.

One of the Kobolds manages to land a blow against Flynt, while the other targeting him accidentally drops the stone he was intending to sling. (3dmg to Flynt)

The injured Kobold manages a direct hit to the former sailor's chest. (4 dmg to Ronalf)

-----End round 3
-----Begin round 4
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Korym grits his teeth, as he sends another arrow flying toward the kobolds. "Hells take me!" he shouts as his missile flies wide again.

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20:58, Today: Korym Nightstar rolled 5 using 1d20+4 arrow #4.

This almost comical, this time a natural 1! Never has this demon-spawned dice roller been this bad for me! I guess the rolls have to wrap around now.

And before anyone asks, no I don't have Magic Missile, my only ranged attack spell requires a roll, so it would have missed every time too, and if I cast Sleep, Einar will drop!

With Einar no longer surrounded, Flynt tugged on Butdock's lead and nosed the canine around towards the remaining kobolds, drawing a bead on one and flicking out with his whip... far too early.  The quick little lizard easily ducked the telegraphed swing.


19:35, Today: Flynt Tumblerock rolled 6 using 1d20+5 with rolls of 1.  Melee attack.

19:34, Today: Flynt Tumblerock rolled 21 using 1d20+1 with rolls of 20.  Concentration.

I find that the default roll-down portion of the dice roller does skew a bit.  This may just be my personal superstition, but I tend to get more even distribution with the manual field, with "Record each die" turned on.

Either way, I'm  right down there with you, buddy.

Even as his new allies do their best to relive the pressure of battle on him it still seems to have taken it's toll. He takes another swing at an enemy but can't seem to get a good angle on it as he focuses mostly on staying alive.

04:43, Today: Einar rolled 5 using 1d20+3 with rolls of 2.  Battle axe attack!
Well I appreciate you not sleeping me but if I die well it happens we've got a kinda rough comp for those of us still left lol


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Ronalf grunted and was knocked back a step as the stone impacted his chest and he lashed out at the kobold that injured him.

"Dgrxtkptn"

OOC:

12:30, Today: Ronalf KeelBreaker rolled 15 using 1d20+5 with rolls of 10.  Eldritch Blast.

12:30, Today: Ronalf KeelBreaker rolled 9 using 1d10 with rolls of 9.  EB damage.

Flynt masterfully flourishes the whip but the strike manages to land short of the Kobold, just as Ronalf's newest blast fries the Kobold he had been targeting leaving another smoldering corpse upon the top of the embankment.

Einar staggers forward covering the distance toward the last two kobolds, only his rage carrying him forward at this point, until he reaches them and his blade almost limply slices wide.

The woman with the child finally reaches Korym at the bottom of the riverbed the child wailing uncontrollably, while the woman looks to the elf with an almost manic expression of 'what now?'

No longer safe and in melee range of their foes the two Kobolds drop the slings they were using and drawing their daggers, and both take swings against the new beleaguered barbarian before them both of them finding purchase in the flesh of the man who by this time is now too weak to provide a decent defense. (4dmg 3,1)

-----End round 4
-----Begin round 5

Einar feels the long sleep calling for him, even his vison is growing dark and blurry and it's not because of the night. Yet his rage sustains the fires of his life as he swings again just trying to finish the fight so he can rest.

13:11, Today: Einar rolled 10 using 1d8+3 with rolls of 7.  Battle axe DAMAGE.  13:11, Today: Einar rolled 15 using 1d20+3 with rolls of 12.  Battle axe attack!

"[Language unknown: Th man!]" Flynt ordered the kobolds, transferring a bit of the guiding magic he had to the one in front of him.  Still guarding the back of Einar, he lashed out with his whip...

Bonus action to transfer Hunters Mark, and Attack one of the kobolds.

12:40, Today: Flynt Tumblerock rolled 8 using 1d4+1d6+3 with rolls of 3,2.  Whip damage + .
12:39, Today: Flynt Tumblerock rolled 16 using 1d20+5 with rolls of 11.  Melee attack.

Before anyone could react Einar raised his axe above his head and let gravity do the rest as it fell into one of the Kobolds dealing a killing blow. And Flynt's whip slung through the night air and with a loud crack snaps across the face of the last kobold, sending him reeling backwards and to the ground where Einar kicks him to make sure he is dead.

----End Combat.

As combat ends and his rage starts to fade he slowly slumps to the ground covered in blood both his own and the kobolds. Panting lightly looking up at the rest the group "How's everyone doing anyone hurt" he lets out a dry chuckle but winces at the pain of doing so.

"Laughing is a bad idea."

"Well, so is getting stabbed," replied the gnome merchant with a grin, winding his whip back around his midsection  and tucking the handle through itself.  Flynt guided Burdock over next to Einar, and swung himself out of the saddle.  "...but it doesn't look look like THAT stopped you.

You did good, though.  That's two people alive because you threw yourself in that mess.
Here, eat these; it'll help stop the bleeding... "

And with that, the gnome placed a handful of magic berries into Einar's palm.

Giving 5 goodberries to Einar;  you can eat them to regain 1 HP per berry, or save some for later.

Korym joins Einar and Flynt.

"It's true Einar, you saved that family. Although", his voice drops in volume, "I'm not sure what we should do with them? Do we take them back through the tunnel now? Tell them to hide until we return?"

Einar takes the goodberries that are placed in to his palm and tosses them into his mouth promptly eating the whole lot "Well I won't complain about not bleeding anymore."

As Korym joins he shakes his head a bit "No idea but taking them back through the tunnel would be a huge time waste considering we still have a ways to go. Can't send them back either the rats might get hungry again."

As Einar is speaking a loud shout can be heard from not too far away, as well as the sounds of battle. Though as soon as they are struck up it is over, and a kobold comes flying out of a plume of smoke and skids to a stop about fifteen feet from the group, his snout bashed in. Moments later a Dwarf wielding a warhammer and covered from head to toe in blood, comes marching out of the smoke.

"Hellspawnt b@stards." Gune said as he came out of the smoke and ensured the kobold was dead. The stout dwarf looked over the group in surprise "Praise his Light, I am not the only person alive." Grune exclaimed as he thrust his hammer into the air high over his head. Within moments his eyes fell upon Einar.

"Oh, you don't look to well." Grune tied off his warhammer, returning it to his waist from which it normally hung before he grabbed the holy symbol of Lathander which dangled from around his neck. With a prayer in dwarvish he channeled his a bit of his deity's divine radiance into the act of preserving life.

OOC: Once per day Grune has a pool of 10 hitpoints that he can use to bring party members up to 1/2 of their Hitpoints. I will commit this entire pool to Einar if I am correct in assuming that he is the one who looks the worse. Einar you gain +10 Hitpoints if this doesn't bring you up to more than half of your max hitpoints
Channel Divinity 0/1 left

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"Then they have to come with us..."

Korym's stops mid-sentence as a kobold with a smashed face flies through air toward the group.

"What the...?" The elf again stops mid-sentence at the appearance of the blood-covered dwarf!


Watching the dwarf tend to Einar, Korym lets out a deep breath.

"Thank the gods, an ally, not another enemy.

The woman and her child, they will have to come with us to the temple, then?"

Einar looks up at the dwarf as he approaches the group reaching for his axe in the process but as the man reaches how to heal him he relaxes. "Yeah I took quite the beating."

As he stands and drops his axe in to his leather holder before speaking to the dwarf again "I'm Einar and who might you be good dwarf? We are on a mission to save townsfolk that might be holed up in the temple your assistance would be greatly appreciated."

"Indeed friend Einar!" Grune said and then looked around to make sure that the boisterousness of his voice hadn't attracted too much attention.

"I am Grune Darkhammer, and as my ancestors before me I come with my hammer darkened with the blood of my foes. Although not native to his village I did stay here for a time. Since we were attacked I have been playing a dangerous game of Hide and Hammer through the shadows of this town making my way to the temple. To my ill fortunate, I am the only one to make it this far."

Grune looks over the other members and the woman and child and seeing their condition points the way to the temple.

"So far it has been beyond me, but now-with greater numbers-its reachable."

Ronalf approached the raider and dead Kobolds, searching the bodies and giving a swift jab through the throat with his spear to make sure they were dead before proceeding to the next body and repeating the process. He turned as the newcomer appraoched and nodded in his direction. "Names Ronalf, good to have another friendly face in all this mess." Ronalf grestured at the smoking town around himn with his spear and smiled before proceeding with his grim task.

"Well met Grune Darkhammer. Korym Nightstar, of Silverymoon. I have been in Greenest for not even a day, but here I am..."

He stops short, "Damnation!"

He turns and jogs down the hill, to find the recently widowed woman and her child.

"Come, we are going to the temple, and then returning to the Keep. But you can wait for us in the tunnel. It is dark and a bit damp, but it is safe from all this madness."

Korym will lead them down the tunnel to the cistern. He digs into his pack and pulls out 5 candles, and his tinderbox. He lights one candle, and passes it to the woman. "This will help with the dark."

He reaches into his pack and pulls out some rations, "And this will help with hunger. My name is Korym, we will be back as soon as we can."

Edit: What idiot thought we should bring them with us? :-)
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Ronalf finished counting the spoils and walked back to the main group, stowing two of the daggers in his belt. "Anyone want a sword? The edges are sharp." He placed thre ascimiatars on the ground and approached the mother and child and glanced at the others before lowering his voice.

"Take these and stay safe, theres enough money to start your life and more. If you get a chance to escape take it and build a better future for the child." As he spoke he handed the woman 2 daggers and 25 gold pieces and patted her on the shoulder reassuringly before turning and walking towards the temple.

Once the woman is secured below and hidden away he looks over the group before nodding to them. "Lets get to it then everyone." and with a light sigh he leads the way in to the town keeping to the back streets as they make their way forward.

"But Sir I don't kno..." the woman tries to stammer out as Ronalf hands her the daggers. But before she can continue her statement Korym mentions where they can hide and begins ushering them in that direction. She meekly complies overwhelmed with the events of the day but before she does she turns and thanks Ronalf for the gifts.


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Einar and Flynt both natives of the town lay out the options before the group. They can follow the dried up river east along its' winding path and will have cover from both the depth of the riverbed / embankments and after a certain point they will also have cover from trees growing along the riverbank on the eastern and western shores, this path will however be the longest route to take, but it will allow the group to exit the river behind the temple where the group will have to scale the fence surrounding the site.

Or alternativly they can exit the river heading due east from their current location through a small patch of trees growing along the river side before having to make their way across open field for roughly two hundred feet before encountering the western part of the temple's walls and have to scale them. This will likely be the fastest option but the second most dangerous.

And for the bravest among the group the final option would have the group climb out of the river cross maybe fifty feet of open ground and race to the houses built along the road leading to the temple, this option would allow for cover as you cut across from house to house or through houses, having you follow (roughly) the road to the front of the temple where no scaling of fences would be needed as you could just go through the front gate.
But seeing as how the town is in the midst of a raid this would likely provide multiple opportunities for encounters with the enemy.
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What ever option the group chooses Einar and Flynt explain that the temple is built on a hill and is the second tallest building in the town behind only the Keep, and so far as either of the two knows there are only two entrances a front door and a back one, with the only windows being stained glass ones that are about thirty feet from the ground with no ground level ones.

Ronalf collapsed to the ground on his hands and knees, his spear falling to the dirt beside him. His breathing changed to rapid, ragged breaths that hissed between gritted teeth. He appeared to be having some kind of fit as his fingers carved furroughs into the ash and dirt as his body shook before suddenly falling still. It took him several moments to find his feet and he ran a hand down his face as he regained his breath and tried to process what had happened. For once he wasn't smiling and picked up his spear angrily and noticed his hand was still shaking slightly. He glanced around as though looking for something before shaking his head with a desperate chuckle of laughter before shaking his head and replacing his usual smile back on his face.

He listend patiently as the two natives outlined the available routes and spoke up once he had given a moment to consider the approaches. "I say we follow the river and scale the fences, I have rope as well as block and tackle so can lift any that cant climb. Surprise will be our greatest ally in this fight i'd reckon. Capable as we are i don't fancy our odds against half an army."

"I agree with Ronalf. We are best to move with as much stealth as possible."

Einar frowns a bit as they all speak before adding his thoughts "I think we need both some stealth but a great deal of speed. If the townsfolk are being besieged in the temple taking to much time could spell their deaths. I think we should take the path through the trees, but I'll go with what the group decides overall..

Flynt picked up the two scimitars, getting a feel for their heft before tucking them into his belt.  The gnome watched Ronalf's fit with a bit of concern, but hadn't known the man long enough to judge him unwell or not.

With the options laid out and points stated, Flynt mounted up once more and sniffed at the smell of fire and coppery blood blowing on the wind.  "Sorry, Einar.  I'm inclined towards speed as well since Burdock can't climb, but I have to agree with Ronalf as well.  We can't handle another fight like this one, and if the temple is under siege at all our best bet for saving anyone is to make sure the path with the most cover is clear, and lead the survivors out the back.  I don't trust open ground when the sky is full of scales, and I sadly know damn well city folk will be more inclined to follow us if they feel like the temple isn't safe."

Grune pondered runefully.

"I have no stealth to give yee but I will try my best." The dwarf said while heaving his war hammer over his shoulder.
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The group had a couple of close calls while traversing through the riverbed, having decided to take the long route. But it had paid off, more than once a large group of raiders was avoided thanks to the cover provided by the embankment.

After a time however the Einar and Flynt silently motion for the group to stop, to the north, up and through the tree line the group can see the ten foot tall wall that surrounds the hill that hosts the temple to Chauntea. The treeline will provide excellent cover for any kind of scaling of the wall.

The wall it's self is less a wall and more a barricade made of large tree trunks driven into the soil in an almost wooden fortification fashion. Jutting up from behind is the visible top half of the temple as it sits elevated from the ground level on a hill and is it's self three stories tall. Smoke can be seen coming from the side of the temple closest to to you (the back). But little else is known as the lowest part of the temple is still obscured from your vantage point.

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Scaling the wall will require a STR (ATHLETICS) DC10 to climb.
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Einar takes a moment to examine the wall after they arrive before picking a spot to ascend and prep for the next stage. Once he reaches the top of the wall he glances around trying to make better sense of the temple but quickly turns his attention back to the group.

In a quiet voice he'll call out to them "Come on up only way in from where we are." Taking a moment he'll pull out a cord of rope and tie it off towards to top of the wall before dropping part if it down to the group in case they need the help.

21:23, Today: Einar rolled 23 using 1d20+3.  Strength Athletics.

Korym looks up as he stands at the bottom of the wall. "I used to climb trees as a child, all the time...but it's been many years..."

Grabbing a handhold, he slowly starts to pull himself up, hands and feet constantly scrabbling for purchase. As he makes it to the top he calls down to his companions, "If you have a rope, throw it over, and I will secure it ..." His voice trails off as he watches Einar effortlessly scale the wall and drop a secured rope down to the others.

The elf then drops down into the temple courtyard. He scans the vicinity, looking for any nearby raiders, any citizens, and the source of the smoke.

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19:23, Today: Korym Nightstar rolled 15 for Athletics to climb wall vs DC 10.

Ronalf stretched his back a moment and took the time to unfurl his rope handing one end to Flynt. The rope was silken and well cared for. "I'l be over the wall in short time, hold this and tie it to your mount, we can him haul him uip and other with the block and tackle if needed. Reckon theres enough off us to just pull him straight up though." Ronalf unfurled the rope before deftly climbing the wall, as he mounted and passed over the top he gave an apathetic grunt, a solid wall was little challenge compared to the rigging off a ship in a stiff breeze. He swung his leg over the wall and sat as he lowered the other end of the rope to the group below.

OOC:21:54, Today: Ronalf KeelBreaker rolled 22 using 1d20+5.  athletics to climb wall.

Try as he might, Flynt couldn't get Burdock to hold still while he tied the rope around him.  The riding hound whimpered and struggled out of his grasp each time, even with help.  On the third try, the acrophobic dog twisted against the gnome's grip and wrenched his fingers the wrong way.  Flynt hissed and popped his digits back, but found his grip-strength badly affected.   After giving up on taking Burdock up and trying to climb alone, the gnome found himself slipping off...

22:05, Yesterday: Flynt Tumblerock rolled 2 using 1d20-1 with rolls of 3.  Athletics (DC10).

21:20, Today: Flynt Tumblerock rolled 8 using 1d20-1 with rolls of 9.  Advantage.

Guess this is as far as I go.  Go on without me, boys... :P

Edit: 

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"Come on then little one..." Grune said as he got not on all fours allowing Flynt to use him as "step stool" to boost himself up and over the wall.


OOC: Grune Darkhammer rolled 8 using 1d20+2.  After helping Flynt over the wall Grune will scale the wall.
Grune Darkhammer rolled 15 using 1d20+2.  Strength (Atheletics) (Roll with Advantage)

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Once over the top of the wall the site becomes much more clear right up to the wall line, where our heroes are climbing the wall, are grave stones; it appears the rear of the temple is a dedicated grave yard.

As struggling to get Grune and Flynt over the wall has taken a bit more time than expected the group on the other side of the wall has had time to observe the site more carefully.

It appears from the rear of the temple grounds there are at least two groups. One massive one that had just passed by which had consisted of three men robed in purple garbs, ten kobolds, and two dragon looking beasts with out wings the size of large dogs or small horses and covered in blue scales. The large group was strung out about a total distance of fifty feet as they jogged around the temple shouting and screaming obscenities at the temple. The whole mob took about eight minutes to make it's lap around the temple and vanish from sight.

At the back door of the temple two mercenary looking men, and six kobolds who look on snickering, are struggling to light a large pile of debris on fire on the back stoop of the temple, it seems their survival skills are not the greatest as all they are managing to do is create a large column of smoke, perhaps the debris is not yet dried enough to be good for starting a fire, what ever the case the pile which had been stacked as a bonfire, suddenly collapses sending a large cloud of smoke out across the area creating a large thirty foot area of obscured terrain, so much so the men at the back of the temple are almost completely obscured.

Korym looks around the area, taking in the raiders' positions.

"I think we should attack the small group, there," he says pointing to the smoke cloud, "while we have a chance to surprise them.

The gravestones and their own smoke will conceal us."

The elf looks around for agreement.

Ronalf scratched his chin in thought but could come up with no other better plan and grunted his approval. "Agreed, best take advantage of the terrain and that smoke whilst we can"

Einar nods and pulling out his axe and resetting his shield to prepare for combat, Sounds like a plan, we should get too it."

Korym stows his bow on his shoulder, and moves closer to the building. He tries to use the tombstones as cover as he moves. He stops when he is at the last row of graves, about 30 feet from the back of the building.

He prepares a spell to cast at the first raider he sees in the smoke.

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Ready Ray of Frost.
23:39, Today: Korym Nightstar rolled 17 for spell attack.
23:40, Today: Korym Nightstar rolled 2 cold damage; speed reduced by 10 ft until start of Korym's next turn.

Grune takes a knee and awaits for the battle to begin. He was sure that his chain armor would announce his approach-that and he honestly loved the thought of charging into combat.

The dwarf smiled to himself.

Einar will move in to attack picking his way through the tombstones being as stealthy as possible in preparation to catch them unaware.


World is clearly not having it with me
14:02, Today: Einar rolled 12 using 1d20+3 with rolls of 9.

14:01, Today: Einar rolled 8 using 1d20+5.  Stealth.

Initiative order:
Kobolds
Flynt
Korym
Ronalf
Einar
Grune
Raider

You all get the surprise round and then normal initiative will begin.

Einar steps into the smoke his foot crunching on a piece of unseen timber. A raider in the mist has enough time to turn and say "huh?" before Einar's axe plants it's self in him. (Roll dmg Einar.)

Not to be left out Flynt having left his mount on the other side of the wall takes position behind a tombstone and fires his crossbow at a Kobold the arrow narrowly missing him; even as Korym's icy blast strikes the other raider, sending shards of ice scattering in every direction as it firmly strikes his chest.

(Ronalf I will work in any surprise attack you want to make retroactively, just wanted to get the game moving.)

Also since I failed to mention it I didn't take it into account for the surprise round, but attacks made in or into the smoke have disadvantage. Which will negate the advantage the Kobold's pack tactics provides, but might hurt ranged attacks.
END SURPRISE ROUND-----
BEGIN ROUND 1 -----

Unhappy at the sudden assault the six kobolds draw their daggers and make for the party; three move in on Einar who, thanks to the smoke, is able to easily outwit them avoiding all their strikes, as he steps into and out of the shadowy smoke befuddling them.

The other three move in on Korym just barely having enough speed to manage the distance, most of their strikes missing the mage, one glancing off his mage armor, the other unable to reach due to the headstone in the way, while the third manages to drive into the Elf's side.(The tombstones Korym was hiding behind prove disadvantage on their attacks as it covers him from them, at least until they can cross to the other side of the stone. Korym still takes 6dmg)

As the kobolds rush toward him, attacking with daggers, Korym utters a spell, Obdurare Caelis.

Realising that he is in trouble, he, toward Grune hoping that well-armoured priest will be able to provide some assistance by blocking the kobolds; while Korym once again, looks to take cover behind some tombstones.

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Reaction to kobold hit, cast Shield, adds 5 to AC against that attack and lasts until the start of my next turn.

Disengage action to move 30 feet toward Grune. Use tombstones as cover if possible.

Grune charges into battle exchanging places with Korym, in effect, as the elf drives for cover. The dwarf dances around a bit, nimble for wearing so much armor and welding an shield as he gets a measure of the skill level of his new dancing partners.

"Elves are no good for playmates." the dwarf says in a thunderous roar as his eyes dart around to the three kobolds before his warhammer flashes just as quickly (and as deadly) as lightning. "Now dwarves-dwarves are good playmates." Grune said with an intimidating grin.

"Look to me, and know this day I will send you to your ancestors!"

OOC:
Today: Grune Darkhammer rolled 24 using 1d20+4 ((20)) CRIT!!
Today: Grune Darkhammer rolled 6 using 1d8+2 ((4))
Total Damage 10

Ronalf followed Korym to take cover behind the headstones whilst hurling a bolt of maddenign energy towards the approaching kobolds.

"Dgrxtkptn"

OOC:

17:10, Today: Ronalf KeelBreaker rolled 12 using 1d20+5 ((7))..

17:10, Today: Ronalf KeelBreaker rolled 3 using 1d10.  EB damage.

just in case it actually hit
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Einar grins as Grune moves up to cover his side "Well said!" he bellows out a laugh before refocusing his attention on the fight at hand



18:12, Today: Einar rolled 4 using 1d8+1.  Damge 2 attempt 2.
18:12, Today: Einar rolled 21 using 1d20+3.  attack 2.
18:11, Today: Einar rolled 3 using 1d8+1.  Battle axe DAMAGE.

Initiative order:
Kobolds
Flynt
Korym
Ronalf
Einar
Grune
Raider

(Seems an idea of positioning is needed. Einar your in the smoke so your attacks like the 3 kobold's that surround you and both raiders have disadvantage, the first one didn't cuz of my mistake. But this new one will.

It is my understanding everyone else is outside the smoke in the graveyard, so their attacks will not incur disadvantage unless their targets are activly using the tombstones as cover, which the 3 Kobolds that came to attack Korym are not.)

Once more Flynt loads and fires a bolt which flies high missing it's intended target.

Ronalf on the other hand, does not miss and the menacing kobold shrieks in pain as the eldritch flames dance across his body.

Einar raises his axe out of the raider and once more drives it home into the man; who screams in pain as arterial spray begins spewing from his neck.
(To save time rolled your disadvantage attack, and it still hit.
20:08, Today: Secret Roll: Dungeon Master, on behalf of Einar, rolled 16 using 1d20+3 with rolls of 13.)

Korym's quick reflexes and even quicker incantation managed to save him from the monster's dagger, it deflecting off the invisible barrier harmlessly.

Grune's war hammer connects with the lizard's chin as he swings upward almost in an uppercut motion; shattering the jaw of the poor kobold and killing it instantly.

The raider who is being torn apart by the barbarian (as if he were in a slasher film) quickly draws his scimitar to try and defend himself to no avail his attacks failing miserably. His friend moves up to striking distance to help in felling the barbarian and lands a true blow (4dmg to Einar)

END ROUND 1-----
BEGIN ROUND 2 -----

The kobolds surrounding Einar once more let loose with their attacks emboldened that it seems the giant can in fact bleed. However, their attacks prove clumsy with most missing, though one manages to land true for (4dmg)

The two Kobolds left alive by Grune quickly right themselves and move to stand shoulder to shoulder to take on the dwarf attacking in their now familiar pack like tactics. Both landing good strikes against the cleric. (5 and 4 dmg respectively. Total 9.)

Cursing his bad luck Flynt once more loads his weapon and fires at the injured kobold near Grune, the bolt finding it's new home in the creature's skull. With a crossbow bolt sticking from it's eye the creature falls leaving only one kobold left against Grune.
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Korym can see only one foe, the kobold threatening Grune, "Radius Gelu".

A beam of cold streaks toward the reptilian beast striking it full in the chest.

Korym moves cautiously closer to where Einar is fighting in the smoke.

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21:08, Today: Korym Nightstar rolled 24 for Ray of Frost attack, for 8 cold damage and slowed by 10 ft.

Move forward 15 feet, taking cover behind some tombstones, if possible.

Grune spurns on his rear foot after his hammer cracks the skull of one of the kobolds and uses the momentum to spin into the chest of another kobold.


OOC:
Grune Darkhammer rolled 5 using 1d8+2.  Warhammer Damage +2 .
Grune Darkhammer rolled 11 using 1d20+4.  Melee Attack (Warhammer).
As a bonus action the cleric speaks a word of healing to knit his wounds.
Grune Darkhammer rolled 10 using 1d4+6.  1d4 +3 (Wid Mod) +2 +1 Spells Level (Discipline of Life)

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Einar continues to dance about in the smoke before trying to get another good swing in on the raider and take him down. He remains quiet debating dropping back to try and disappear in the smoke and get the drop on the group again.

18:08, Today: Einar rolled 6 using 1d8+1 with rolls of 5.  Raider damage.
18:07, Today: Einar rolled 10 using 2d20+3, keeping the lowest dice only with rolls of 7,11.  Attack against damaged raider.
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Ronalf maintained his position, firing another blast of enrgey at the konbolds assaulting korym.

"Dgrxtkptn"


OOC: 01:04, Today: Ronalf KeelBreaker rolled 14 using 1d20+5.  Eldritch Blast.

22:43, Today: Ronalf KeelBreaker rolled 11 using 1d20+5.  Eldritch Blast -disadvantage roll.

01:05, Today: Ronalf KeelBreaker rolled 3 using 1d10.  EB damage.

Roll off 11 to hit one of the kobolds in smoke.
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Initiative order:
Kobolds
Flynt
Korym
Ronalf
Einar
Grune
Raider

(If you wish to move into the smoke and make a melee attack during round 2 just let me know Grune, I will work it in retroactivly. If you choose to do so and enemies die, all the better =) Just remember any attacks made in or into the smoke have disadvantage, which is probably, no it is, why Einar is still among the living.)

Korym's blast strikes the last kobold by Grune, the mystical ice energy dances around his body leaving a dead kobold-icicle.

Ronalf's blast strikes high in the smoke narrowly missing his target.

And the wounded raider now, while not recovered per say, but much more aware of the situation and able to defend himself better, manages to parry Einar's blow.

The two raiders slash helplessly in the smoke, unable to land a hit against the barbarian, his shield finally shielding him from damage.

END ROUND 2-----
BEGIN ROUND 3 -----

The kobolds in the smoke surrounding Einar slash and stab furiously, all but one of their attacks missing, one kobold's dagger lands true into the thigh of the barbarian. (3dmg)

Flynt reloads the crossbow, targets a kobold in the smoke and fires, the bolt entering into one side of the creature's skull and exiting the other, leaving a kobold corpse at the feet of the barbarian.

Korym stays behind the tombstone, about five feet from the edge of the smoke. He spots the human raider in the smoke and once again uses his spell, "Radius Gelu".

A beam of cold streaks into the smoke.

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20:15, Today: Korym Nightstar rolled 23,9 for Ray of Frost - disadvantage.
20:16, Today: Korym Nightstar rolled 4 cold damage - on the off chance a 9 hits!

Can you confirm how many bad guys are still alive?

Ronalf grunted as his blast sailed overhead in thesmoke, kobolds were tricky enough to hit at the best of times. Ronalf whated flynt cleanly take down another kobold and so aimed for the other assaulting Einar in the smoke.

"Dgrxtkptn"


OOC:
12:54, Today: Ronalf KeelBreaker rolled 22 using 1d20+5.  Eldritch Blast disd roll.

12:54, Today: Ronalf KeelBreaker rolled 15 using 1d20+5.  Eldritch Blast.

12:54, Today: Ronalf KeelBreaker rolled 9 using 1d10.  EB damage.

Grune rushes into battle to support Einar. As the dwarf moves he pronounces one of the Healing Words of Life Clerics.


OOC:
Bonus Action: Healing Word
Move: Position himself in combat with Einar, hopefully taking advantage of flanking.
Action: Attack one kobold at disadvantage (or regular if optional flanking rules are used).
Grune Darkhammer rolled 4 using 1d8+2.  Warhammer Damage +2 .
Grune Darkhammer rolled 16 using 1d20+4.  Melee Attack (Warhammer) Disadvantage.
Grune Darkhammer rolled 12 using 1d20+4.  Melee Attack (Warhammer).
Grune Darkhammer rolled 7 using 1d4+6.  Healing Word (1d4+3+3)

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In reply to Korym Nightstar (msg # 141):

2 raiders and one kobold, Ronalf just murdered one, and Grune almost killed the other, the last will be at 1 HP on my next post.
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After debating pulling back as he takes another dagger but decides the better of it before taking another swing at the raider as the melee he is apart of continues to dance about the smoke.


15:04, Today: Einar rolled 6 using 2d20+3, keeping the lowest dice only with rolls of 3,5.  Battle axe attack.

Grune presses his attack against the kobold who had the audasity to remain standing after begin struck by his hammer. The dwarf growled while regarding the creature as if it were something which he found at the bottom of his shoe.



OOC:
Grune Darkhammer rolled 8 using 1d8+2.  Warhammer Damage +2 .
Grune Darkhammer rolled 11 using 1d20+4.  Melee Attack (Warhammer) Disadvantage.
Grune Darkhammer rolled 12 using 1d20+4.  Melee Attack (Warhammer).

Initiative order:
Kobolds
Flynt
Korym
Ronalf
Einar
Grune
Raider

Korym squints to see where his shot may have landed, however the smoke makes it impossible, but what becomes clear is that he missed.

Ronalf however, does not miss. His dark smokey fire flies forth from his hand burning one of the kobolds assaulting Einar alive, leaving a smoldering corpse in the process.

Einar swings wide against the weakened raider, his axe missing him, cleaving only smoke.

Not to be left out the dwarven cleric leaps into the smokey fray his healing magics washing into Einar (I assume you healed him. Correct me if I am wrong.) And his hammer shattering the collar bone of the last kobold on the field, who screams out in pain.

The two raiders continue their assault against Einar, neither able to land a solid blow against the barbarian, his shield always in the right place at the right time.


END ROUND 3-----
BEGIN ROUND 4-----

The kobold staggers back from the blow the dwarf landed on him, he screams in a rage and stabs out at the cleric his dagger doing nothing but ineffectively stabbing the dwarf's mail armor.

Flynt reloads and steadies his crossbow on the tombstone in front of him and fires, his shot piercing the as yet unhurt Raider, the bolt landing in his shoulder.

Korym draws a deep breath as he watches the shadowed figures in the smoke...before loosing another bolt of icy magic, "Radius Gelu."

---

21:31, Today: Korym Nightstar rolled 24,10 for Ray of Frost with disadvantage at raider.
21:34, Today: Korym Nightstar rolled 7 for cold damage, if it hits.

Ronalf atempts to target the warrior that Einar missed with his swing, hoping to take advantage of the distraction but misjudged the distance through the smoke.

"Dgrxtkptn"

With a growl in his throat he moved a little closer, hoping it would improve his aim.

OOC:
17:42, Today: Ronalf KeelBreaker rolled 21 using 1d20+5.  Eldritch Blast.

17:41, Today: Ronalf KeelBreaker rolled 10 using 1d20+5.  Eldritch Blast

Einar can't seem to find a good spot in the smoke as he curses "Damned smoke can't see for shit." Taking another swing his axe just swishes through the air hitting nothing as he can't seem to find his target in the smoke.

16:16, Today: Einar rolled 4 using 2d20+3, keeping the lowest dice only with rolls of 12,1.  ONE MORE TIME.

Grune growled and kept swinging his warhammer although he boundless energy of the dwarf was beginning to fade. "Drive them back!" the dwarf roared. "We must reach the tower!"


OOC: Grune Darkhammer rolled 14 using 1d20+4.  Melee Attack (Warhammer) Disadvantage.
Grune Darkhammer rolled 7 using 1d20+4.  Melee Attack (Warhammer).

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Initiative order:
Kobolds
Flynt
Korym
Ronalf
Einar
Grune
Raider

The momentum of the battle hangs in suspense as everyone seems to be missing, trying to hit shadows in smoke, that is until Grune manages to make contact with the remaining kobold, sending him off to whatever afterlife awaits the creature.

END ROUND 4-----
BEGIN ROUND 5-----

With the kobolds gone Flynt changes his target, firing at the most injured of the raiders assaulting Einar. As the injured man raises his scimitar to bring it down on Einar, he stops, a bolt sticking from his forehead, shortly there after he falls backwards to the ground.

Einar takes a long look at the last raider before hefting his axe up and bring it down as hard as he can on the last man. "Enough of this shit" he half growls as he does so.


15:41, Today: Einar rolled 8 using 2d8+1, rerolling ones with rolls of 5,2.  CRIT YO FACCCE.
15:40, Today: Einar rolled 23 using 2d20+3, keeping the lowest dice only with rolls of 20,20.  Last raider!

Korym sends another blast of magical cold at the the last raider.

---

Not quite as impressive as Einar, but it should help kill this guy!
19:22, Today: Korym Nightstar rolled 25,18 for Ray of Frost, with disadvantage.
19:23, Today: Korym Nightstar rolled 8 for Ray of Frost damage, and slows his speed by 10 feet.

Korym's blast strikes the Raider in the chest freezing him solid, as Einar brings his axe around removing the head of the poor ne'er-do-well.

End of Combat----

Now that the foes lay dead, the sounds of the large group can be heard as they round the opposite side of the building, it will be perhaps only minutes until they round again.

Hidden somewhere in the smoke along the backside of the building, where the group is, lies the back entrance of the holy site, which is probably locked, since the raiders were trying to start a bonfire at the backdoor.

Korym hurries to join Einar and Grune at the back of the building.

He looks at the bonfire burning in front of the door. He taps his forefinger to his thumb and says "Extinguet", and the fire is instantly snuffed out.

He kicks the logs out the way and asks, "How do we get in? We must be quick, that larger group is approaching!"

---

Use Prestidigitation to extinguish the flames.

"Oy, you inside. Open the door quick! It's me Grune the Cleric! I can help ye." Grune said as he pounded on the door.


OOC:
Grune Darkhammer rolled 12 using 1d20+1.  Charisma (Persuasion)

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Ronalf ran forward and approached the door. "Let us in you fools, they are going to burn you alive in there if you don't let us help. I'l not die to save those who are unwilling to aid their only hope of escape!"

OOC:
20:36, Today: Ronalf KeelBreaker rolled 7 using 1d20+5.  Persuation. convincing towndfolk in church.

"Einar, Flynt...you live in Greenest, perhaps they will recognise your voices?

Flynt...are there other gnomes that might be in there? Perhaps call to them in gnomish...kobolds don't speak gnomish..."

Then a thought hit the wizard, "Are there any elves in the village that might be in there? Surely kobolds don't speak elvish!"

Korym will wait for Einar and Flynt to try calling in before he does so, as a stranger in town, he expects to have little favour with the trapped villagers.

Knocking on the door he calls out [Elvish: "We have come to take you to the Keep, Governor Nighthill has sent us. You need to let us in quickly, there are raiders all about!"]

---

Forgot the Persuasion check:
18:05, Today: Korym Nightstar rolled 7 using 1d20.  Persuasion.
Didn't help!
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Einar shrugs his shoulders a bit as Korym speaks to him Yes I live here but I generally keep to my self, saved some people once but I stay on the outskirts mostly." He shakes his head a bit looking at the door.

After a moment he lean over and call in to the door "Oye it's Einar open up so we can come in and discuss getting you out of here." Turning back to the group he'll shrug "Tried but I ain't great with talking."


01:54, Today: Einar rolled 12 using 1d20+1.  Einar is not a talker.

Flynt pleads with the people inside to open the door as well; Though, to no avail. Before he can finish his plea a male voice comes from the other side of the door.

"Do you really think so little of us, that we would be stupid enough to open this door for our own slaughter? If you are truly friends and come to save us, prove it in some way... I don't really know how, but you cant expect us to fall for such a low trick."

---
For those wishing to try diplomacy once more, they may again roll a CHA (Persuasion) check.

Korym looks to the others, panic rising as he knows the large group of raiders will be circling around the temple soon enough.

He calls through the door, "Sir, I am Korym Nightstar, from Silverymoon. I fear there is little I can do to prove I am not a kobold through this door.

But you must be able to hear in my voice that I am elvish. And do you not recognise the voices of Einar and Flynt Tumblerock, both are citizens of Greenest, shedding their blood to save you.

Governor Nighthill asked for volunteers at the Keep...we spoke to the Castellan a dwarf named Escobert...he sent us here.

I swear in the name of the Great Mother, Chauntea that we are friend not foe."

The elf's voice rises slightly in desperation, as he cannot think of anything to prove themselves.

---

21:47, Today: Korym Nightstar rolled 18 for Persuasion.

"They were trying to burn the church down yuo salt blinded fool! They don't care if you die now or die later. If you are waiting for help we are it.!

After a short silence there are muffled voices from the other side of the door, sounds of an argument most likely. "YOU'LL KILL US ALL!" The man you had been speaking to shouts.

A few moments later there is a loud thud as whatever was barricading the door drops to the floor. "We are all dead anyway..." The voice says as the door swings open. "We might as well believe in hope." An older half-elven man, wearing long ornate and likely holy robes says as he swings the door open coming face to face with the group, a long ornate staff with the figure of a woman carved on the end in his other hand, held at the group in a defensive posture.

He looks to the group coughing from the smoke and looking about at the bodies laying around. "Come" he ushers. "Bring the bodies inside before the other group comes around again. Quickly there isn't much time!"

Korym grabs hold of one of the kobolds and drags it into the temple.

AS he waits for the rest of the group to join him, he puts his back to wall, and bends at the waist, coughing out smoke, and trying to catch his breath, at the same time.

He glances up at the half-elf cleric, and gives him a nod while still bent over. "Korym Nightstar, at your service."

Grune tucks his warhammer into his belt and begins moving as many bodies as he was able to in the short timeframe into the small tower.

"Smart choice ma-boy!" Grune growled with cheer to the half=elf.

Einar wastes no time grabbing one of the bodies and quickly dragging it inside. Once inside he'd take a quick glance around to see how many survived before going to get another corpse.

Korym straightens as his heart stops pounding in his throat, and he is able to breathe normally.

"I have an idea..." he says as he steps outside the door and starts gathering the straw, brush, brambles, and logs that the raiders had used for their fire.

He builds a bonfire about two feet from the door, and when the last of his companions enters the building he flicks his thumb against across his curled forefinger; "Incendium".

The pile of refuse catches fire.

"Hopefully this will maintain the smoke screen for a time," he says as he enters the temple and helps to bar the door.

---

Cast Prestidigitation to instantly light a campfire.

The holy man seals the door back up once the last of the group and the corpses they drag are inside. "Thank Chauntea, you came. We were begining to the think we would be on our own." As he finishes his statement the front double doors which have been barricaded with a couple of pews and a large cross bar shudder as a large BOOM can be heard throughout the temple.

The people gathered number roughly thirty, a few of them scream or yell as the loud noise echoes through the holy site, but calm back down slightly afterwards.

The temple it's self is a large cavernous open communal space, with several sets of pews facing a large raised platform with an alter upon it. The ceiling is vaulted and reaches 30 feet high, the stained glass windows have all been shattered; their openings are long and slender but don't come down below ten feet above the ground; occasionally a stone is chucked through the remains of the windows clattering to the ground.

The building would have been filled to the brim with smoke, but the large broken windows allow for the smoke to escape the building causing no harm only pooling slightly at the center most point of the vaulted ceiling.

After the loud banging noise subsides the holy man continues. "I am Eadyan Falconmoon, I am the priest here at this temple. Is there anything I can get you before you lay out your plan for escaping this disaster?" He asks, his question punctuated with another loud BOOM coming from the front barricade, sending few splinters flying inward this time.

Grune nodded, "Well met, I am Grune Darkhammer. Have you the power to heal our big one here?" Grune says pointing toward Einar.

Eadyan Falconmoon shakes his head, "I would be happy to use the last of my healing magic to help your friend." He says praying aloud to Chauntea, as light begins to swirl about his hand, he lays it upon Einar.

The warm magics seep into the barbarian healing some of his wounds. (3hp healed.)

BOOM!!! One of the front doors' hinges snaps free from the wall as the doors splinter more. "Please! Everyone gather around; these people are going to help us flee to safety!" He says waving his hands in a motion to come gather round. "Now then gentlemen, what is the plan? I fear our time is short" He says looking over his shoulder at the front entrance.

Korym looks around, before addressing the priest,"Our plan is very simple, we leave through the back door, and run straight through the graveyard to the wall.

We get everyone over as fast as possible and we head to the Keep."

Looking at his companions, again, he asks, "Did I miss anything?"

"Nay..."

Grune said.

"Its a pretty simple plan, which is why it is going to work." Grune said while smile. "Speed is of the essence everyone, only take what ye need." Grune said as he turned to the villagers.

Ronalf looked about the hall, his eyes never lingering far from the doors as they trembled under the force of repeated blows. He had been in similar skirmishes but could not recall being on the inside of the sieged building before. His memory flashed back to the strange turn that afflicted him earlier. He slapped his face  and began pacing near the group.

"If we are clear then let us not waste time. The doors will not hold forever and every second will count if we are to save these people."

After getting the small heal his wounds still drip slightly but he smiles in thanks anyways. Glancing around with a frown he shakes his head "Well let's get a move on you guys lead the civilians. I'll bring up the rear in case we get attacked from behind."

As Eadyan, Einar, and Grune usher the people of Greenest out the back of the temple, Flynt conjures a Minor Illusion of a heavily armored paladin of Bahamut standing square in the center of the temple shield at the ready and a flaming mace drawn, ready for the door to be breached. "Can only make one person, so had to make it something the people would fear, or at least pause at." Flynt chimes in before withdrawing with the rest who are fleeing.

The evacuation goes off without a hitch, with Ronalf and Flynt assisting with the elderly and the infirm who can't climb the wall on their own, Korym once again closing and barring the back door, and the rest taking a defensive stance around the evacuees, the last one over the wall is able to hear the battering stop and a loud cry, as the mob amasses back toward the front to storm the temple.

The journey to the dried riverbed is uneasy and tense, as everyone expects the mob to come pouring out of the temple site and toward them as they realize they were duped, but the attack from the raiders at the temple never comes, perhaps because they were too busy burning the temple down, or had no clue where the people could have fled, or simply were turning the holy site upside down looking for their hiding spot, you may never know.

---

But the journey back to the keep isn't without it's dangers. After a short time maybe five minutes, even while trying to hide using the dried riverbed as cover, it seems the group was spotted, as there is a loud whistle heard from above on the embankment followed by "HEY! WE GOT MORE SLAVES DOWN HERE!" Soon a group of six raiders comes pouring over one of the embankments their weapons drawn and shouting. "FOR TIAMAT!"

The raiders make a mad dash toward the group covering a distance of about sixty feet as they swarm down the embankment toward the right side of the group.

BEGIN ROUND 1-----

Initiative:
Grune
Cultist
Einar
Korym
Flynt
Ronalf
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Grune rushes up to attack the raiders, he attempts to create a twenty foot barrier between the raiders and the rear guard of the retreating townsfolk. As he clashes with the force he holds his warhammer "at the ready" so he could strike any who attempt to slip away from the skirmish.


OOC:
Move Action: Move to Engage.
Action: Dodge Action (incoming attacks are at disadvantage)
Grune will move up and engage the raiders. Hopefully allowing the ranged characters to pluck some off a few raiders before a lucky blade gets through his armor.

Ronalf heard the cry and urged the villagers onwwards before turnig to fire a bolt of energy at the raider that had called the others.

"Dgrxtkptn"

OOC:
18:20, Today: Ronalf KeelBreaker rolled 19 using 1d20+5.  Eldritch Blast.

18:20, Today: Ronalf KeelBreaker rolled 5 using 1d10 ((5)).
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Adding for clarification.

The vanguard of the assaulting raiders makes it to the twenty foot range where Grune says he shall not pass, for convenience I will say the others are ten feet behind him.

So lead Raider is 20ft away and in melee range of Grune, and the rest are thirty feet away from the group at this point now.

"Keep moving toward the Keep, but stay in the riverbed." Korym instructs the civilians.

Turning to attackers, his eyes narrow, "No point in holding anything back," he mutters.

Grabbing hold of his crystal he calls out, "Somnus".

---

Cast Sleep 20' radius, centred on the raiders 30 feet away.
Up to 20 hit points of creatures in the area of effect will fall asleep. Creature with lowest current hit points is affected first.

Einar turns back as he hears the rallying cry of the raiders being in the back of the group he quickly moves to stand with the new dwarf ally he had made. Taking a quick swing at one of the closer ones but focusing more on setting his defense for the combat to come.


19:49, Today: Einar rolled 2 using 1d8+1.  Battle axe DAMAGE.
19:49, Today: Einar rolled 14 using 1d20+3.  Battle axe attack!

Initiative:
Grune
Cultist
Einar
Korym
Flynt
Ronalf

Thinking quickly upon his feet Grune moves to intercept the soon to be incoming cultists as they charge down the hill, managing to intercept the lead raider twenty feet away from the group, with the raider's allies ten feet behind him.

Coming up on the Dwarf's heels is Einar who manages to plant his axe in the shoulder of the lead raider.

Korym's spell goes off without a hitch, two of the raiders in the back begin to weaken at the knees and slump slightly, fighting off some form of magic, to which they simply succumb face planting into the dirt of the dried riverbed.

Flynt manages to plant a bolt through the neck of one of the raiders in the back, watching him pull at the wooden weapon stuck in his airway before collapsing dead.

Ronalf's blast of black smoke like fire with hints of blue and green envelop the lead raider, causing him to scream out in pain as the magic burns his flesh off, but does not kill him.

END ROUND 1-----
BEGIN ROUND 2-----
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Ronalf trusted hisallies to finsih off the lead raider and targeted the other raider that was netiher dead nor sleeping.

"Dgrxtkptn"

OOC:


17:23, Today: Ronalf KeelBreaker rolled 9 using 1d20+5 ((4)).
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Einar grins a bit as the guys in the back start to fall over raising his axe to hit at the neck of the leader once again.

13:51, Today: Einar rolled 8 using 1d8+1.
13:51, Today: Einar rolled 17 using 1d20+3.  Battle axe attack!

Korym looks with satisfaction as his magic knocks two of the bloodthirsty slavers out of the battle.

He sends a blast of cold toward one of the two still standing.

---

1 dead, 2 asleep, leader hurting, 2 fresh

22:37, Today: Korym Nightstar rolled 12 using 1d20+5 for Ray of Frost.
22:37, Today: Korym Nightstar rolled 19 using 1d20+5 for Ray of Frost - using Inspiration.

22:38, Today: Korym Nightstar rolled 3 for cold damage and the raider is slowed by 10 feet until Korym's next turn.

Grune smirked as he watched Einar do his grim work.

"That's it me-boy, his face is still hungry for your axe!" Looking around the uneven field of battle the dwarf seized his holy symbol and called down a bolt of divine flame to attack the approaching raider-cultist.




OOC:
Grune will use the Sacred Flame cantrip DC: 13 Dex save. 5 damage on a fail.
Grune Darkhammer rolled 5 using 1d8.  Sacred Flame cantrip damage.

Initiative:
Grune
Cultist
Einar
Korym
Flynt
Ronalf

As Grune prays, one of the cultists in the back looks down at his feet just in time to see a jet of white light, like fire shoot up into his face, he stumbles back screaming, his face hideously burned.

The lead cultist tries to shrug off the pain of being burned by eldritch fire and a gaping gash in his shoulder as he swings his scimitar toward Grune, but the injuries prevent him from being able to complete his swing.

The two raiders left standing move in; the one with the burned face making for Einar while the other swings for Grune, both missing.

With the lead raider faltering, Einar chooses not to let an opportunity go to waste and beheads the man in one swift swing.

Korym looses a wintry beam toward the uninjured raider, the ice strikes and explodes around the man in a spray of snow, leaving a frozen still standing corpse in it's wake.

Flynt bounds forward on his dog firing his bow and piercing the heart of the last standing raider dropping the man.

Still eager to engage but with no one left to strike Ronalf watches as his target is slain by Flynt.

END ROUND 2-----
BEGIN ROUND 3-----

Combat is still technically going since those other two raiders are sleeping, but you can just leave and end the combat, or go finish them, keep in mind if you dmg them they wake up.

"Let's get to the tunnel before anymore of them see us!"

Korym moves back toward the group of villagers, and gets ready to lead them toward the tunnel entrance.

---

If the warrior-types kill the sleeping raiders, it's no skin off Korym's nose. But it is not his style. But there is no coup de grace in 5E.

Ronalf watched the last raider fall to Flynts arrow and proceeded to jog back to the fleeing villagers that had escorted from the temple. He kept his eyes on the horizon and surrounding town, determined to remain resolved and ensure the villagers retunred safely. His earlier hallucination had disturbed him a great deal and he hoped the feeling of dread in his stomach might be alleviated somewhat by his good deeds. He knew it would not but had to hope.

Einar frowns a bit before walking over to one of the sleeping cultists "Can't leave them they could wake and come after us, worse they could regroup and find the tunnel." With that said he walks over to one of the raiders with a grimace on his face before bringing his are down in a poor attempt to kill the man.



This fucking dice roller hates me....
02:07, Today: Einar rolled 4 using 2d8+1 with rolls of 2,1.
02:07, Today: Einar rolled 13 using 2d20+3, dropping the lowest dice only with rolls of 10,1.  No witnesses 1 attack .

Initiative:
Grune
Cultist
Einar
Korym
Flynt
Ronalf

As the rest of the group and the survivors of the temple begin to once again march toward the keep Einar makes his way to one of the raiders who lays upon the ground in a magical slumber and drives his axe into the man's back.

The raider screams in pain as he awakens from his stupor.

END ROUND 3-----
BEGIN ROUND 4-----

A scream, somehow louder than the rest of the screams and yelling surrounding the group, causes Korym to turn.

Seeing Einar standing over a now-awake raider, the elf tells the priest, "Keep them moving that way," he points along the river.

He then sends another bolt of cold magic at the raider.

---

21:43, Today: Korym Nightstar rolled 21 for Ray of Frost attack.
21:44, Today: Korym Nightstar rolled 7 for cold damage and loses 10 feet of movement.

Grune moves to Einar's side and strikes at the raider who shouts out in pain. He turns to Einar.

He looks over the last sleeping raider who stood in rampant opposition to the lives which were in his care as a thin line of sweat escaped from his thick hairline.
We should strike out against the last at the same time." the dwarf raised his hammer. "On my say..."



OOC:
Grune Darkhammer rolled 5 using 1d20+4.  Warhammer Strike (Advantage: If Applicable).
Grune Darkhammer rolled 19 using 1d20+4.  Warhammer Strike.
Grune Darkhammer rolled 8 using 1d8+2.  Warhammer Damage +2 .

I am hoping that Einar will "Hold his action" to strike the sleeping raider until after Grune goes next turn.

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Ronalf rolled his eyes but said nothing he moved to the rear of the group of villagers and stayed with them to ensure they were not left defenceless should other attackers arrive.

Okay for the sake of moving the story along, I am not going to require the other raider to be killed, if you want him dead we will just assume you killed him, there is nothing he would be able to do on his own that would be very threatening and it would just waste time.

As Einar and Grune finish off the last of the assailants the rest of group and the survivors of the temple continue the march on toward the keep.

It is tense and uncomfortable, while the sounds of the dragon circling the keep can still be heard occasionally along with the sounds of the raiders shouting and pillaging, the cries of the townspeople have begun to die down. It seems that the majority of the town has either found hiding places; or been killed or captured.

It is in this new reality the group finally makes it back to the tunnel and the people are ushered inside. The woman and her child that had been told to hide there in the cistern, stand as they see the group enter and everyone finds a place to stand in the cistern, looking to their new saviors for answers on what to do now.

Koym sighs in relief when the group reaches the gate without further harassment from the raiders. While Grune unlocks the gate, the elf retrieves the torch he had placed there on the way out, and with a quick word, "Incendium", it bursts into flame.

He leads the group to the cistern, where the woman and her child are waiting.

"This passage will take us into the Keep, and to safety." He hands the torch to Ronalf, and says, "You lead the way, I will watch from the rear, my eyes see well in the dark, just to ensure nothing follows us."

Once the entire group has left the cistern and started toward the Keep, Korym pauses for a moment. He bends over and heaves several times, emptying his stomach on the tunnel floor.

He wipes his mouth on his sleeve, and turns to follow the group to the Keep.

~Some hero, I make! What I wouldn't give to be back in the library in Silverymoon. What am I doing, fighting kobolds and madmen? And a dragon...~

Ronalf alllowed himself a moment to relax when they reached the cistern and smiled when he saw the mother and child were still safe. He took the torch from Korym and nodded before heading towards the tunnel, turning to stop at its entrance and address the small crowd.

"Alright, we are nearly back to the keep, keep an orderly line and ignore the vermin and we should be fine. You know we can fight and you know we will protect you!. Should anything happen in the tunnel try not to panic and make room so we can move. Soon we will all be safe and sound in the keep!."

Ronalf handed the torch to the priest and set off a few meters ahead in the dark, viewing the tunnel in the many shades of grey granted by his mixed blood. He couldnt imagine how it must feel to see nothing without contant light. it was a chilling thought.

Grune looked over the flock as they moved. He was curious about the nature of the assault that the town found themselves under but not suspicious of any of the people who traveled with him.

"Careful everyone, one at a time-no pushing."

Moving through the tunnel back toward the keep is largely a silent affair, after a point the group comes to where the rodents had been hiding, and it seems they have made their way out of the tunnel, perhaps into the cracks along the wall or back out the gate by the cistern.

When the group reaches the barricaded door, simply knocking prompts a slit in the door to open, begrudgingly as rust slides against rust, revealing the eyes of a young town guardsman who after assessing the situation allows the group entry.

It isn't long after that the group is greeted by Governor Nighthill and Commander Escobert as everyone piles into the wine cellar. Governor Nighthill moves to the group while Commander Escobert begins organizing a processing line for the survivors. "Praise Chauntea that you were able to make it to the temple and save the people in time!" Governor Nighthill says as he moves to shake each of your hands, with his one good one not in a sling. "I am afraid things have not changed much here, but please get some water or food and rest a little if need be."


O.O.C:You now have the opportunity to decide what your next course of action is, if you need a short rest you may take an hour.

Or you can always volunteer for more outside the keep rescues.

You can also mingle (perfect time for rping and such), essentially you have some down time that you can decide how best to use or whether or not to take. On my next post depending on what you decide I will move the adventure along, but it is kind of dependent upon what you guys want to do.

Also this is where I am going to drop off the NPC Flynt, and Nashford, a previous player now over COVID has mentioned he is willing to come back, so I need to speak with him, see if he is still wanting to do that.
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Once they arrice back at the keep he smiles as he gives the governor a quick but firm hand shake. "Of course sir, I need a little bit of a rest and I can go for a bit longer and see if we can't find more people. My allies may be running on empty when it comes to magic." with that he'll chuckle and find a quiet place ot relax and get an hour of sleep.

12:05, Today: Einar rolled 7 using 1d12+4.  Hit die.

Korym wipes his clammy hand on his sleeve before shaking the governor's hand, "Luck was with us, for certain. I am with Einar, willing to go our again, but I admit to needing a rest and some food and drink."

The elf will look for cold water, and simple bread and cheese, wary of anything that will turn his stomach again. He looks for a quiet corner where he can eat, and rest.

Flynt agrees that everyone should get some food and water, he however opts to join the other citizens of Greenest on the parapets.

Things had changed some since the last time the group had been to the keep, most of the people have been moved into the keep, the wounded being housed in the keep's dining room, and the over flow being put into other rooms, such as the library, in order to keep people from being strafing targets of the dragon, who could attack people in the courtyard.

11:30pm

There is an uproar upon the ramparts from the archers there, cheering and hollering, as the dragon that has been harassing the keep roars in pain and crashes down into the town. Word soon makes its way down to the people taking refuge within the keep that the dragon withdrew from the assault once a lucky ballista bolt pierced his eye.

12:00pm

Around midnight Governor Nighthill approaches the group. "Gentlemen please gather round. I remember you speaking that you would like to venture back into the town, well if that is still the case I have an urgent request to make of you." He says looking about the group and waits for everyone to gather around. "My observers in one of our towers has informed me that they can see raiders gathering about our mill. I fear they plan to burn it down from the report I have received... If this is the case this is terrible news. The majority of our town's grain sits there, if that mill burns down we would likely starve."

Einar lets out a loud yawn as the Governor approaches having just woken up from his rough nap. Glancing up at the man he waits for him to start before listening quietly to the situation. "Damn raiders, do you know how many there are over there so far? I don't know if we alone would be able to handle it exausted as we are."

Korym looks to the governor, somewhat reticent to speak up, but adds, "Einar is right, sir. With only four of us, we may not be up to the task...but..." he looks around at the others hoping for their support, "...we will do our best."

"Agreed."

Grune said while looking over his new battle companions.

"Our luck will run thin if we continue as well have. We must think of this tactically-what should be our plan? Are we to repelling the invaders? Should we attempt to escape the area with as many noncombatants as possible? I think our path might me better achieved if we define our purpose."

Governor Nighthill shakes his head, "I am unaware of their exact numbers, but it doesn't seem to be a large group, perhaps just a small band, and if you decide not to go I wouldn't blame you, but I am currently trying to scrounge up a group of defenders we can spare, to send to try and hold the mill, we just need you to engage the enemy and drive them back out of and away from the mill until reinforcements arrive, which shouldn't be too far behind you.

I don't expect many or any survivors, my man in the tower stated that he saw no evidence of battle, just small fires being lit" The governor says looking at you all, one might even construe his look as a pleading one, but he is too proud of a man to beg you.

"It seems a simple enough task, Grune...attend the mill...drive off the raiders who will likely outnumber us...and keep them from damaging the mill until reinforcements arrive!

Do we leave through the tunnel again?"

"What then do we know of the mill Governor. Can any of your number create a likeness for us to better plan for our next course of action?" Grune said as he thought deeply on the matter.

"Knowledge of terrain which could cover our approach, or any materials within the area would be handy."
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Governor Nighthill nods. "Certainly, the mill is a large rectangular wooden building which lies along the riverbed and until the drought it used to use a water wheel to grind the grain, but since then, we added a second story to the building and windmill. It isn't the best windmill around but it does the job." The governor says as he escorts the group to the keep's armory, where a large map of the town hangs on the wall. "you can follow the riverbed using the tunnel again, which should provide some cover and lead you straight to the mill."

Einar nods after looking over the map for a few moments, "Alright least we can keep to the riverbed again, but they will probably figure out where we are coming from if we keep using the tunnel."

"Once again, time is not on our side, shall we make haste?"

Grune nodded to Einar, "Aye, but we haven't got much other choice have we?." Grune said while clapping Einar on the back. The dwarf adjusted his armor and rubbed his beard, deep in thought.

"I'd say that there is nothing left between the thinking about the thing and the thing itself. May your ancestors bless." Gruned said to Einar.

Einar sighs a bit before setting his shield on his arm and nodding, Aye not much left that can be done except to move forward. Let’s get this done I’m ready for a nap.

Once the group has made their preparations they are escorted back to the cellar where they once more make their way through the tunnel, this time with the key to the outer door given to one of the four who accepted to return to the warzone.

The group makes it's way along the dried riverbed again, this time in the opposite direction heading toward the mill. All the while the group can see the town still aflame, the sounds of combat and frenzied chaos have been largely replaced with the sounds of raiders and cultists shouting in victory or to just shout, and the pillaging of the town with breaking of windows and doors. But at least the dragon is gone.

It is in this new normal that the sounds of a woman screaming up ahead and around a bend in the river can be heard. Nothing can be seen yet as the bend obscures any visibility, but the scream was quick, as though someone caught by surprise and quickly silenced, this is then followed by the now all too familiar sound of kobolds shouting in victory.

O.O.C. Should the group decide to engage the obvious enemy around the bend I will post the initiative. Also Someone will need to add the key to the rusty door for the tunnel to their inventory, I do not care who wants it but one of you should now carry it since Flynt is gone.
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"Thank you," Korym says to Commander Escobert as he carefully places the gate key in his pouch.

Once they are outside, amongst the screaming shouting, and general chaos that is Greenest village, he does his best to stay unseen and unheard as the group proceeds toward the mill.

Then, as had happened before a single scream, stood out from the general cacophony; and as before the reptilian chortling of kobolds followed immediately.

"Damn them all to hell! I know we have to get to the mill, but I could not live with myself if we do not try to save the woman that just screamed."

He looks to his companions, and asks imploringly, "Maybe we can surprise them and deal with them with spells and arrows?"

---

Edit: Grune apparently is taking the key.
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OOC: Grune will accept the rusty key if that makes sense and if everyone is okay with it.


Grune nods, "Are there any practiced in moving silently like the shadow? It would help to know what in the Nine Hells was going on other there." the dwarf said gruffly.

Einar nods but doesn't move forward yet "I've some skill in moving quietly but I think we just hit them hard and fast. Let the spells and arrows do there work as I charge in, but do me a favor target the kobolds first they do a number on my defenses. 

With that said Einar preps for combat unless someone pushes for a different approach but he's ready to charge in and lay waste to some bad guys.


OOC: Fine by me grune can carry the key

Grune nods to Einar.

"May the gods be with you and cause your weapon to strike true." Grune said as he clapped Einar softly on the back.

Einar - 23
Ronalf - 19
Dragon like Creature - 13
Korym - 12
Kobold - 4
Grune - 3

The group make their way to the bend in the river, once there the sight around the embankment is a gruesome if not now familiar one; 30ft from the group laying face down on the ground is a young woman late teens early twenties, it is too hard to tell at this point. A large dragon like creature stands over the body, it is about the size of a small horse or donkey, with blue scales covering its lithe wingless body.

The creature is ripping large chunks from the woman's corpse allowing the meat to slide down it's throat rather than to chew. All while two kobolds watch on cheering from about 10 feet away from the creature.

The creature and the kobolds both stop what they are doing when they see the group round the embankment and look on at the group, before the kobolds shout reaching for their weapons.
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Ronalf's eyes widened at the large dragon like creature tore chunks of flesh form the womans back and he dropped to a knee and fixed his eyes on the creature and whispered blasphemous vowels that the beast alone would hear.

"Krxgyp zccndv jkqgs rmhlp"

ooc:

Casting dissonant whispers on the dragon like creature the size of a horse.

DC 13

On a failed save, it takes 3d6 psychic damage and must immediately use its reaction, if available, to move as far as its speed allows away from you. The creature doesn’t move into obviously dangerous ground, such as a fire or a pit. On a successful save, the target takes half as much damage and doesn’t have to move away. A deafened creature automatically succeeds on the save.

damage:
21:59, Today: Ronalf KeelBreaker rolled 11 using 3d6 ((1,5,5)). psychic damage. 1/2 on a successful save

[Draconic: "Spineless bastards!"] Korym shouts, before sending an icy ray toward the creature they seem to control.

---

Korym Nightstar rolled 17 with a Ray of Frost, doing 3 points cold damage; dragon-creature's speed is reduced by 10 feet until start of Korym's next turn.

Einar will charge in and attack on of the nearest kobold so they don't overwhelm him like they did last time.

23:34, Today: Einar rolled 5 using 1d8+1.  Maybe damage.  23:34, Today: Einar rolled 10 using 1d20+3.  Attack on Kobold 1.

Grune lifts his holy symbol high into the air and calls down sacred flame from the Heavens to attack Kobold2.


Grune Darkhammer rolled 8 using 1d8.  Sacred Flame cantrip damage
Save DC: 13


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Einar - 23
Ronalf - 19
Dragon like Creature - 13
Korym - 12
Kobold - 4
Grune - 3

EInar charges forward only just arriving at the kobolds by the time Ronalf looses his whispers (Einar would have to double move to reach them since they are 40ft from party, draconic creature is 30).

The draconic creature shakes it's head violently and hisses loudly in pain as Ronalf's dark magics attempt to drive the creature to madness. However, to Ronalf's dissatisfaction the creature resists the urge to flee. Instead focusing it's attention on the Barbarian who has just charged in offering a new dinner target.

The creature bounds into a flanking position with the kobolds assisting them with their battle tactics and manages to bite down on the barbarian's leg. (3dmg)

Korym shouts as he watches his angry ally once more become surrounded. He then looses a ray of ice toward the creature, which strikes true and coursing over the creature with it's icy magic leaving it burdened with chunks of ice jutting from it's body.

The kobolds for their part simply drive their daggers toward the foe who came to them. Both managing to hit as the creature keeps Einar more distracted than he had been expecting. (4 and 6dmg)

Grune not wanting his ally to fall this night calls to his deity, who answers with a pillar of fire which engulfs one of the kobolds, leaving a smoldering corpse in it's aftermath.

END ROUND 1----
BEGIN ROUND 2 ----

"We need to deal with the wingless dragon!" he calls to Ronalf as he launches another icy bolt at the creature. His eyes narrow in thought, as he watches the ray slam into the creature.

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Korym Nightstar rolled 23 for 2 points cold damage - and creature's speed is reduced by 10 feet until start of Korym's next turn.

Does Korym recognise the creature? Does he have any insight into its habits or powers?

Korym Nightstar rolled 20 for a skill check.

Straight roll as I don't know what skill, if any, to use. His sage background might help?

It would be an INT check. And with a 20, Korym knows that it is an Ambush Drake, an ambush predator that usually hunts in packs, which is why it is likely so good with the Kobold Pack Tactics.

In essence it is a bigger beefier Kobold.
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Ronalf spat on on the ground to remove the taste of the previous whispered words from his mouth before utter further foulness and firing a bolt of eldritch energy at the dragon whilst it was distracted by Einar.

"Dgrxtkptn"



OOC:

23:48, Today: Ronalf KeelBreaker rolled 24 using 1d20+5 ((19)).
23:49, Today: Ronalf KeelBreaker rolled 2 using 1d10 ((2)).

As Einar proceeds to get mauled and stabbed repeatidly yet again he manage to stay calm enough to find an opening to take another swing at the Kobold hoping to take away the numbers advantage they seem to have.


14:49, Today: Einar rolled 4 using 1d8+1.  Maybe damage.
 14:49, Today: Einar rolled 13 using 1d20+3.  Attack on Kobold 1.

Grune holds until the situation appears most dire and then channels the divine power of Life preserving that which is most sacred.


OOC: Grune will use Preserve Life to heal Einar, 10 pts .Hit points may not bring the healed over 1/2 of their max Hit Points.

Einar - 23
Ronalf - 19
Dragon like Creature - 13
Korym - 12
Kobold - 4
Grune - 3

Einar's axe finds purchase in his kobold foe, dealing a grievous wound across the creature's chest.

The now familiar eldritch flame erupts from Ronalfs hands, and dance across the Ambush Drake doing little obvious damage to the creature.

The drake, seemingly unfazed by the eldritch blaze dancing across it's back, presses it's attack against Einar. It's snapping at the barbarian results only in it biting down hard on Eniar's shield.

Korym once more looses an icy blast at the creature, it's magics reinforcing the rime already upon the creature.

Only barely clinging to life, and not too proud to turn tail and run, the kobold screams as it does and about face and begins running as fast as it can 60ft up and onto the shore of the embankment.

Grune once more prays to his deity, who once again hears the prayer. And moments later Einar feels many of his wounds close and much of the bleeding begin to stop, as a comforting warm light washes across his body.

End Round 2----
Begin Round 3----
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"If that one escapes, it may bring reinforcements!" Korym shouts, pointing at the fleeing kobold.

The elf then launches another ray of icy magic.

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Korym Nightstar rolled 21, causing 1 point of cold damage, and reducing the target's speed by 10 feet.

Since posting order is not equal to INIT order; Korym will target the fleeing kobold, if it is still alive; otherwise the ambush drake.

Any chance Einar gets an opportunity attack against the fleeing kobold?

Grune lifts his holy symbol again and prays that his god sees fit to rain down fire upon the fleeing kobold.


OOC:
Grune Darkhammer rolled 4 using 1d8.  Sacred Flame cantrip damage.
DC: 13 Reflex Save

Einar doesn't bother taking after the fleeing kobold focusing on the threat at hand with a quick swing of his axe.


I'll take an AOO if it's avalible otherwise
23:09, Today: Einar rolled 2 using 1d8+1.  Damge on dragon thing.

23:09, Today: Einar rolled 18 using 1d20+3.  Attack on Dragonthing.

Ronalf heard Koryns warning and aimed at the fleeing kobold.

"Dgrxtkptn"

OOC:
12:33, Today: Ronalf KeelBreaker rolled 7 using 1d20+5 ((2)).
thats a miss.

Einar - 23
Ronalf - 19
Dragon like Creature - 13
Korym - 12
Kobold - 4
Grune - 3

Einar drives his axe down upon the creature. Finding that it's hide is tougher than he had expected, but he does draw blood.

Ronalf attempts a strike against the kobold, however it's distance and elevation from him results in a near miss.

The creature, angered by Einar's attack hisses in pain and snaps it's jaws at him, biting him savagely on his arm. (5 dmg).

Seeking to prevent the kobold from escaping Korym looses another freezing spell, striking him in the back, freezing him solid.

Grune once more calls for a miracle and once more his deity answers with a pillar of fire which erupts around the ambush drake, burning him with holy fire.

End Round 3 ----
Begin Round 4 ----

Grune charges the dragon creature and attacks.


Grune Darkhammer rolled 7 using 1d20+4.  Warhammer Strike

Korym watches with some satisfaction as the kobold drops to the ground.

He turns his attention to the drake. "Radius Gelu". The words of power slam another bolt of cold in the draconic beast's side.

---

Korym Nightstar rolled 23 against AC causing 3 points of cold damage, and reducing the drake's speed by 10 feet until the start of Korym's next turn.

Einar growls in pain as the drake bites down on his arm "Feist fuck ain’t you" He curses a bit before taking another swing at the creature hoping it goes down soon.

03:03, Today: Einar rolled 6 using 1d8+1.  Drake damage. 03:02,
Today: Einar rolled 15 using 1d20+3.  Drake attack.

Angered by the bite Einar drives his axe down into the creature's skull, hard. In an instant the creature drops to the ground its body now limp.

As Einar puts a foot on the creature to pull his axe free of it's brain, everyone else is in the middle of casting their spells and having to abruptly stop while Grune is only half way to the creature to help deal with it.

End Combat ---

"Well done Einar. Are you able to carry on?"

"I'm not great, but let's carry on we have work to get done "

The group having dealt with the immediate threat continue on their way through the now dried riverbed. It isn't much longer before they can see a waterwheel hanging a full five feet from the bottom of the riverbed, looking somewhat odd with no water for it to use. The wheel is attached to a barn that is roughly forty feet long. Seated atop the barn is a crude but serviceable windmill which gently rotates in the wind.

The embankment at this part of the river seems to be deeper than the rest of the length of the river bed thus far with a less gentle slope to the ground level where the mill is.

The distance is 45 feet and the slope is such that it will take double the movement to scale it. But it will provide cover for anyone who wishes to lay prone on their stomach just below the edge, if you wish to be sneaky. Thus anyone attempting to be sneaky can gain advantage on the roll if they try this tactic.

From the vantage point of the party little but the barn can be seen and nothing can be heard, save for a low creaking noise coming from the blades of the windmill as they rotate.

As he speaks to the warrior, Korym notices is wounds.

"Yes, we have a job to do..."

As the group continues along the river bed toward the mill, Korym speaks quietly to Grune, "If you are able...Einar is wounded more than he cares to admit."

"It looks more difficult to scale, but approaching without being seen may give us the advantage of surprise." the elf notes, pointing at the steep bank near the waterwheel.

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So, basically 45 feet of difficult terrain? Move and dash (with 30 ft speed) means 30 feet in round 1, and the other 15 in round 2, with an action left.
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Correct.

Grune took a deep breath and prepared to rush the slope. He bend his little spindly legs in preparation for the exertion.

Einar will also prepare to move unless someone wishes to scout ahead.

Seeing that his companions appear to agree with his choice to scale the steep bank, Korym feels for the first time, that he is contributing to the group.

"I can climb up first and look around, if you like."

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Unless anyone objects, Korym will climb up and stay prone to observe and then climb back down to report.

If it's needed, stealth check with ADV: Korym Nightstar rolled 17.
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If you are going to lay prone, you will have advantage on the stealth check Korym.
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Korym makes his way to the top of the embankment with more stealth than one might imagine for the bookish elf, where he drops prone just shy of the lip of the embankment and elbow crawls to the top so that he might peer over.
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Korym observes for some time, then slips back down the bank to report.

"There's a group six raiders, look more like thugs than cultists. They're not really trying to burn the mill, the only thing I could see burning were some wagons.

The building actually looks to be fairly untouched. The door is open, it's on the opposite side of the building. There's windows along the ground floor, and also above on what must be the second floor. All of them are shuttered.

If we all try to get in position at the edge of the bank, we could take them by surprise. I think we are best to attack from range for as long as we can.

Einar, you are welcome to use my bow, I can rely on my magic."

Einar shakes his head abit getting ready to follow the group. "Sadly I'm also not the best shot in the world, maybe I can give it a go if you insist."

Korym stifles a laugh, "Einar, I am the last person in this village to be telling a warrior what to do in battle. While I have read about many of them, this is the first one I have participated in!

My thought is simply if we attack from a distance while hidden we might be able to cut down one or two of them before getting in close combat. I will, of course, bow to your choice."

Einar - 20
Korym - 18
Grune - 16
Raider - 13
Ronalf - 6

After hearing out Korym's description of the site the group decides to scale the embankment themselves.

(since no one else said anything I am assuming you are all going to try out Korym's plan of attacking at range. I am also positioning your characters where they can see the site and make a decision themselves. You can use a move action to stand from prone if you wish and fire a ranged weapon as a standard, or make a stealth check to try and remain hidden for a chance to run into melee next round if they want, or alternatively any options you come up with. But making ranged attacks from prone are at disadvantage.)

Once at the edge of the embankment the group drop to a prone position to hide themselves from enemy observation, as the group gets into position they can see over the embankment at the scene beyond.

To the group's left lies the mill which is roughly twenty five feet away and is twenty foot wide. From the group's position they can see that the entrance is on the side facing away from the riverbed, so you cannot make out much, but you can just barely make out that one of the doors is open, as you can see just the last few inches of it in profile from your vantage.

The building looks like it might be a two story building as there are two rows of shuttered windows one set a little over ten feet from ground while the other is closer to the ground at a convenient first level position.

Unlike the rest of the town the site it's self doesn't look like it has been ravaged or looted. This might be due to the fact that the mill is so far from the center of town, almost on the edge of it. The only thing that would imply that raiders were ravaging this site would be that about sixty feet from the mill are two wagons next to a fence that are on fire.

Wandering about the site, around twenty feet from the group and roughly ten foot apart from one another, is a group of six mercenary looking types, who are holding torches and suspiciously walking about the site waving them in the air, seemingly for no reason, occasionally one will get close to a bush and plunge the torch into the bush which smokes a lot but doesn't catch, and the torch is removed before any real fire can get started.
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Korym takes a deep breath, then stands and invokes the icy ray, "Radius Gelu"; he then moves away from the raiders.

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Move 15 feet to stand from prone.
Cast Ray of Frost at the closest raider.
Korym Nightstar rolled 11. Used inspiration and rolled 7!!
Move 15 feet.

I hate the dice roller!

I forgot about DIS from being prone...not that it would matter with my rolls.

Einar will move with the group borrowing Korym's bow and waiting till everyone is ready before standing and letting loose an arrow at one of the raiders.


20:49, Today: Einar rolled 11 using 2d8+3.  If longbow .
 20:46, Today: Einar rolled 25 using 1d20+5.  Bow attempt.
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Grune moves with the group casting Sacred Flame as he moves away from the raiders.

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Grune Darkhammer rolled 8 using 1d8.  Sacred Flame cantrip damage. DC 13 Reflex Save

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Einar - 20
Korym - 18
Grune - 16
Raider - 13
Ronalf - 6

The group initiates their surprise attack with Korym loosing a spell which narrowly misses one of the raiders, while Einar plants an arrow through the skull of one dropping him, and Grune's god almost incinerates another.

Once the assault has begun one of the raiders shouts at the top of his lungs. "THEYRE HERE! FALL BACK BOYS!" which causes the remaining raiders to snap to attention, and all begin running in different directions away from the mill.

o.o.c. The baddies have spent their turns running away, and at full sprint, in many different directions; I imagine long ranged spells and bows could still reach them if you want to take pot shots, or combat can just end, this is up to you all.

END SUPRISE ROUND----
BEGIN ROUND 1----
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Einar takes another shot at one of the bandits as thy flee before looking abck at the group.... "This was some kind of trap to get us out or something...." He looks about straining his eyes for any indication on what might be going on because this was to wierd.

"Does any one see anything or hear anything at all. I have a bad feeling about this." Einar Frowns deeply as he nocks and arrow just in case glancing over his allies. Something was wrong here he just couldn't place his finger on it.

On my phone so hard to copy text
I got an 11 to hit with the long bow for 10 damag.
 My perception check was also 11.

"Well I aint no mindreader" Grune growled. He obviously preferred the notion that the raiders were frightened by his fearsome battle visage.

"Lets grab the grub and git outta here."

Korym sends a ray of icy cold toward the raiders but they have out-paced its range.


"I agree, Einar. But to what effect?

They lured a group of defenders to the mill by pretending to take the torch to it, then they run away...and they leave the proverbial barn door open behind.

My guess is that there is someone hiding in the mill, waiting for us."

The elf's eyes scan the outside of the building, "What if we enter from the back windows instead of the door?" he asks, pointing at the two rows of windows at the back of the building, "Maybe we can ambush them, instead?"


"Grune, the mill is full of grain, we can't just grab it!"

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If I read the description correctly there are ground floor and second floor windows along the back of the building.
Edit: fixed the post format
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"Sure we can, there is sure to be ways to transport the gain in the mill." Grune says as he begins to head for the building.

The approach to the mill is an eerie one, on the one hand the assumption of an ambush is not an unfounded one and on the other, the group finds it's self in the wide open without any cover to speak of as they make their way to the side of the mill.

Once at the mill the creek of the windmill above can be heard and a constant rumbling noise can be heard coming from inside. the mill's windows which are about four foot tall and three foot wide, sit about four feet from the ground and are all shuttered from the inside, and pressing upon them reveals they are sealed as they barely budge when pushed.

O.O.C. I will need a DC 10 STR check to break the shutter open, unless someone has a more finesse way of opening them.

Grune grabbed the shutters after walking boldly across the field. He gripped as much of the handle has he could in his hands before he attempted to violence push the shutter from its frame.


OOC: Grune Darkhammer rolled 9 using 1d20+2.  Strength check to open window

Einar follows after the dwarf not saying much his eyes an ears on high alert as he just feels something is off about the situation. "Everyone just be careful okay this is eerie and weird"

Joining Grune at the window Eniar will reach over and help rip the windows open so they can get in.

11:03, Today: Einar rolled 20 using 1d20+1.  windows str

Einar easily opens the window shutter with almost no effort. The shutter providing a quick cracking noise as the latch on the inside is snapped, but that noise is barely audible next to the loud grinding noise coming from inside.

Inside the view of the area is largely obscured by stacks of sacks of flour not even three feet in front the window and about five foot high. But some of the interior can be figured out.

There does appear to be a second story to the mill, that seems to wrap around the sides and back of the mill in a horse shoe shape stretching inward roughly fifteen feet before ending in open railing, stacks of flour sacks can be seen in places above as well. The front of the mill, seems to be free of obstruction for large barn like doors. In the center of the mill a large pole leads to the roof and is slowly rotating, and is the source of the grinding noise, the large assumed grinding stones at the base are, from your position and angle, obscured but easily assumed to exist. The second floor does not appear to have a set of stairs leading to it, so likely some form of ladder is needed to access that story, but none can be seen.

The interior of the mill appears to be empty, or at least no one is visible at quick glance.

Grune gestures for Einar to stand his ground as the cleric moves through the window first. He bounces from spot to spot less like a gazelle and more like a drunken ram


Moving into the tower, taking the dodge action in case of ambush.

Korym points at the ground in front of the window, and a three-foot step ladder appears. He leans it against the build in gracefully enters the mill behind Grune.

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Minor conjuration: Conjure inanimate object in hand or on ground; max 3 feet on a side, 10#; form must be of a known, non-magical object; visibly magical, radiates dim light to 5 feet; lasts 1 hour, or until spell is recast, or object takes or deals any damage.

There is a stack of flour sacks, three feet front of the party, and I assume the main doors are directly across from our location?

It's night time isn't it? Is there any light in the mill or is it dark?

In reply to Korym Nightstar (msg # 267):

So positioning wise the main barn doors to the area are to you right. The stacks of flour are too tall to see over but they don't go all the way to the roof (second floor) so you can kinda make out some things looking up and around.

       /////////////////////
       /                        /
       /  ***********  /
       /  *                    //
       /  *
       /  *     [   ]
       /  *                    //
       /  *                    /
       /  ***********  /
       /       x xx x        /
       ////////O///////////

/ = Wall
O = Open window
X = Players
* = Stacks of flour.
[] = Grinding stone

Korym puts his finger to his lips, then quietly intones a brief incantation, "Cinis" while gesturing toward the door.

A shower of sparks flashes for a moment. The elf watches and listens intently for any movement or sound in the mill.

---

Cast Prestidigitation to make a shower of sparks 10 feet from their position toward the doors.

Perception check: Korym Nightstar rolled 23.

Korym's sparks go off without any issue. As the sizzling and crackling light trickles down to the ground, a voice can be hear coming from above and across the room.

"Oy' Felosiel the 'ell was that!" A gruff older man's voice bellows.

"Ugh... It wasn't me you moron. Their obviously here; men get down there and find them!" A female voice shouts back from somewhere right above the group.

Moments later the sound of people dropping from the second floor can be heard, five in all; followed by a new male voice. "I will admit, didn't expect the town's guard to sneak their way in here, thought you were all as stupid as the guardsmen we killed on the way here!"

O.O.C. At this moment none of the enemies can be seen, and it is likely none of them have found you yet.

Initiative: Should you choose to engage.
Korym 18
Grune 16
Einar 12
Cultists 9
Ronalf 8