We continue the story from the previous chapter. Upon recovering an evil tome from a necromancer, the companions have accepted a quest to find the Foundry of Souls beneath an ancient dwarven monastery whereupon they are to destroy the evil Book of Vile Darkness.

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3rd of Gort, Tīwesdæg 1020 hrs, clear skies, 82 degrees

The descent of the ridgeline is steep, taking the companions hours to fully climb to the bottom. They leave behind the black pines and tall blue spruce trees and enter the deeper forest. Once down, camp is made against the back of a large, rocky promontory.  It provides enough overhang to protect from rain if needed, and it protects from attacks from the rear.  The underbrush is light within the forest. The trees that make up the Darkmoon Coili are giant red bark oaks that grow up to 300 feet and can shade 100 feet to a side.  Smaller trees include willows, dogwood, and water oaks.  There is an overall sense of great age within the wood.

The night passes without incident, and the companions are roused from sleep in the twilight hour before dawn. As the first rays of the sun light up the peaks of Mount Droskar, the fire is doused, packs are secured, and Durwe leads the companions toward their destination. It is not as strenuous work as clearing the vegetation around the lake, but it is still work. While still slow going, it feels like progress is being made since the valley is shallow, filled with small hills and runoff troughs from the mountains.

The sun has just entered the arc of high sun hours (10 am), and those who are trailblazing are drenched in sweat from the effort of clearing a path through the underbrush at a strong pace set by Durwe.  Everyone is weary of travel. Finally, the brush is cut away to reveal an ancient road.  Squares of stone can barely be discerned beneath the overgrowth. Some have been pushed up, and aside where a tree expanded its girth in growth.

The companions follow this road to the right and sitting squat at the foot of an imposing mountain, a ruined monastery comes into view between ancient, gnarled, giant trees. Made of simple stone blocks worn smooth with the passage of time, the stout building is falling apart. Sections of the slanted shale roof have collapsed, and portions of the outer wall have crumbled. Weeds and wild thorny plants run rampant across the field leading up to the place, leaving only the slightest indication of a path that ends at the ruined front doors. Beyond, an overgrown yard sits in shadow.

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Daily Upkeep = Rations -1, Water -1, +1hp, spell points to full


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Xune regarded the tattered building with some disdain. "Well, at least there's some ceiling intact. A wall, here and there." She said, blowing out a longer breath than she'd have liked. The exertions of clearing the trail were clearly upon the elf, no matter how little she wished to admit it. No stranger to toil, she was not possessed of the iron fortitude displayed by some of the others in the party. Sweat slicked back her hair and covered her skin as the drow grumbled. "Especially low marks for the gardener. Is there anything here which isn't a weed?"

Valeros grinned at the look Xune gave off, he took a long draught of water from his skin and sat his pack on the ground to get some jerky. He noticed several pebbles fall off of the top, and that several were on the inside. He dumped them out and got his jerky to eat, from his leaned over position he looked around at the group. Someone was pranking him, he recognized, with the pebbles everywhere, that he was the butt of someone's joke. He narrowed it down to a few suspects, but he wasn't sure. He shrugged and started gnawing on the meat.

"Well, we are here." Durwe says, gesturing toward the squat building. "We need to be wary of wolves, dire wolves, and kobolds. Plus anything that might have taken up residence in there since we left it a year ago."

"I have to say friend Valeros that this place looks quite ... malevolent. Kobolds you say, Durwe? Then we should be wary of traps." Elmona seemed to quite enjoy the hard trail blaizing work. It allowed her to work out and be in the woodlands. All in all what was not to love?

"kobolds melltigedig!" Xune barked, spitting on the ground in disgust. "They favor numbers, and are often quite adept with traps and ambushes."

[Private to Xune: changed the format of the language use per recent rules change in homebrewed rules thread.]
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Leaning against a tree Alaion scanned the area, noticing Valeros shaking off the collection of pebbles; Xune had lobbed at his backpack. Valeros suspiciously eyed a few of the others.

Valeros offers some jerky to Elmona, "Snack to fill the empty?" he asks. "Apparently I'm the butt of a joke, someone is tossing pebbles in my pack, trying to weigh it down." he says quietly with a grin. He knew it was all in fun and it was nothing malicious. He offered some to Xune too if she wanted some, she was right there.
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Dani had been taking a drink when her ears picked up the comment about traps from Xune. She didn't choke on the water managing to swallow quickly, eyes lighting up in interest. The young thief turned to survey the ruins with a renewed interest.

Xune watched Dani scamper off, amusement slithering over her features. "Well, if we hear any loud bangs, then we'll know she set off at least one trap..." She offered to the rest of the party in a dry tone.

Hearing the drow's jest Dani pulled up short and turned around slowly, swinging her arms to clasp behind her back and lifting her chin she replied defiantly, and pointedly not sticking a tongue out her, first to Xune's comment, "I was only looking. I wasn't wandering off.

Then looking about the rest, adding smoothly, "Only, when we do talk about the order of entry I'd suggest myself in the front part of the group.

Maybe."
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"Yes, yes. By all means. We could use a good trap monkey..." Xune said in a sly tone, though the smile on her face took the sting out of her words as she flashed a grin in Dani's direction.

The thief grinned back. Turning away to regard the ruins and drink another sip of water, grin still in place, she called over her shoulder, "Don't worry Xune, if I find any pebbles I'll leave them for you."
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As the party of adventurers look on at the monastery, ten or twelve large birds, like ravens but much larger, flit from over the treetops behind the monastery. They circle above the building, then dive toward a towering structure in the right-hand juncture of outer walls. Most flit through an open window on the second story. The shale roofing on that portion of building is stained white from droppings. A cuople land on the upper roofing and a couple continue to circle high in the air on an updraft of air.

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Range to outer wall of monastery is 100 yards.
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"Razorclaws!" Durwe says alarmingly. He backs deeper into the shade of the trees.

Taking a cue from their guide, Xune stepped back into the shade of the trees, her hand wandering down to the hilt of her sword.

"Aye, tha be the nasties ye 'ave mention of." Thorgwain says, placing a hand on his sword. "Donnae see gett'n by 'em without a fight."

Valeros carefully gets his stuff and heads for the trees, he moved as fast as he could without hurrying so fast as to startle them. He'll help anyone that needs a hand to do the same. This was not going to be pretty. He was fairly observant and listened well. He now had a confirmed target.
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Camilla likewise hunkers down in the shade of the trees, watching the ravenclaws warily.  Only eighteen bolts left.  She could not waste them, and she possesses no other weapon.  She will wait and see what happens, but still, she looks around for a stout piece of wood. 

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Camilla rolled 19 using 1d20.  Perception (WIS)

"I have a short sword to loan out if anyone can use it." he says, seeing Camilla looking for a club. He is holding his spear, and his axe is on his belt too.

"They roost within that tower." Durwe says, gesturing at the structure. "The best tactic we employed against some of them was a spell for fanning fire and we had way less spell casters then."

"That is a blade I am skilled with Valeros.  I would greatly appreciate its use." the rogue says with gratitude while dropping what she considered to be a stout piece of wood. It breaks on hitting the ground and is eat up with grubs inside.  She takes the offered blade and swings it a couple of times.  She nods in approval at its maintenance. "Thank you Val."
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He nods to Camilla as he hands it to her, it had served him well for awhile, but he barely used it now.

"You mean burn them out Durwe? Getting close enough to do it might be hard."

Daniella was congratulating herself for not removing her pack, so nothing to slow her own retreat back into the shading of the trees with the group.

She inventoried her own weapons in her mind while listening to the group discuss possible tactics.

"Can we get fire in to the roost? There is a window. Maybe a flaming arrow or something? Would that help keep them off of us?"

The young thief wasn't confidant she could make the shot and lacked any special arrows, she hopped one of the others might.


[Private to Daniella: edit to change congratulated to congratulating]
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"Durwe is probsbly talking about a spell that spouts flame from the hands around the caster. Sleep and gravity should take care of some, I would think. I know neither spell."

"I can cast a basic Sleep spell, if that is our plan " Xune offered.

"Or two," added Aramil. "I am afraid flaming fingers is out with my knowledge. Sleep might work, if we can get closer to them."

[Private to Aramil: edit added a space between out and with]
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With a sigh, Duivelssmak readies his mace.  Things were not going the way he had hoped... not that he had expected a holy day picnic.  The superstitious fool inside him had disliked the joke about the pebbles... it had struck him as unlucky, for some reason.  But he knew that was nonsense; the sort of thing you fretted about when you had no true faith.

The cleric said a quick prayer and braced himself for a fight.

Gods of light, let the birds pass from us, if such be your will.

[Private to Duivelssmak: edit changed the word prepare to prayer. ]
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"Amen." he pulled out his crossbow and loaded it.

"No. I was meaning if they attacked us. It is a spell called Burning Hands." Durwe replies to Valeros' question. "Those ravenclaws were here before, but in smaller numbers.  It would seem their roost has grown judging by the sounds coming from that upper story."

Durwe thought a moment, then speaks on what he can recall about the entrances.  "There is a section of the wall on the other side of the tower that is crumbled.  A door is there that leads into the tower.  A hole in the wall near that crumbled section also leads into the tower lower floor.  On the backside of the monastery, there is another hole in the wall.  It was used by a dire wolf...no, a worg.  The rooms within used a a den for her pups.  That way is a possibility to avoid the razorclaws, assuming we can get in without alerting any of them and we don't know what may have taken up residence in there if anything."

"Also, I have the spell I mentioned within my grimoire. I learned it from a mage named Cassius who aided us here last year.  Any one of you may, at your leisure try to learn it.  You may copy it at your convenience." Durwe offers.
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 "For my two coppers: I would rather not leave an enemy at our rear. If we have to retreat this direction the last thing we need is to be ambushed by these birds. If we have to we can renew our spells after taking care of them.
It is Valeros's decision."

"We can't leave them behind us, especially if we have to leave quickly when we might be hurt. We can always rest a bit before we go in if we have to." he says sagely.

"I apologize if this is a foolish question... but can't the birds simply fly away if they find the battle is going badly for them?  If so, how then can we finish them?  And even if we did, isn't it possible that other birds would soon replace them?"

"If they flee, they are defeated and should bother us no more. They are intelligent enough for that, I'm sure. Yes, more could come, but not for some time, unless they're already part of this group. The others around will take time to learn of their defeat." he informs Duiv with his counter argument, he'll wait for rebuttal or other questions, he knew he didn't know everything.

Before deciding what he'd add to the discussion Alaion glanced aboutbthe group Does anyone know how many there generally are?

Daniella considered the structure with intense eyes. Wondering outloud to no one specifically, though in a manner that invited answer, "Would it be reasonable to consider or wonder at the possibility that the kobolds keep the worgs and razonclaws?"
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"It seems to me that we have a surfeit of sleep spells. That will be far more effective than fire if we use them wisely." Elmona observed

"It is easy to overplan these things. I propose we go close. Those of us with the spell of sleep cast it. Perhaps twice. And then there should be no birds left awake. There are many of us to slay the sleeping birds"

"That sounds like a good idea Ell, who all can cast sleep?"

"Myself and Xune at a minimum" Elmona said "Who else?"

Finding a spot to rest Alaion nibbed on a slice of beer jerky as he considered the possible number of birds and weather it was a compact family group or a flock.
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"Probably about a dozen, but there is no way to know for sure. Sleep sounds good, it should take the number down by a few at least. Durwe, you got any suggestions?"

"I possess the spell for slumber as well."  Durwe replies, kneeling and searching the ground along the ancient road.

"A head on confrontation will be problematic with an overlay of sleep spells unless we plan it."  Durwe says, thinking on the matter. He moves a hand gingerly across some grasses.  "The spells could be spaced, or timed, but I have another thought.  I suspect twelve to twenty of them are in the roost plus the ones we see outside.  I do not think those inside will engage us if we provoke those outside. We see four presently and they will engage if they see us.  There may others on the roof beyond our sight. We could take care of those with sleep and sword." 

Durwe pauses, staring at the monastery, remembering an encounter a year ago. "What worries me is the tactical, intelligent way these birds are acting. The last time I came here, we encountered a hobgoblin that somehow had the ability to control the ravenclaws.  We were lured into the open with an injured, trapped fox.  When we were distracted in helping the animal, he attacked."


Durwe reaches up to his chest, remembering that arrow shaft and his paralysis from the poison. "There were four razors with him and he clearly directed them to attack us as he vanished into the grasses and weeds of the underbrush. This was on the other side of the ridgeline near the lake shore where we first made camp. We never caught him. Watching these, I think they are that grey-skinned hobgoblin's birds."

Durwe removes an arrow from his quiver.  It is a hardwood shafted arrow, tipped with a head for piercing armor. "He uses poison on his arrows. So if he is here, be aware of that. I think we need to scout this place before we make any kind of entrance. It may take a day or two, but we need to know what's happening here. We should retreat back up the ridgeline a ways and make a cold camp. We can let the two rogues in your party scout the area in that time while others watch the monastery from afar.  Does anyone possess a skill in tracking?"

"I had no idea of the hobgoblin and friends.  Yes, a day to scout might be a good idea." Val replies to Durwe.

[Private to Valeros: edit for punctuation and capitalization.]
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Lamai patiently listens to the speaking of the elf, picking up on the most common words used in speaking the common language.  She has no idea what he is saying, but she makes a game of hearing repetitive words and where they are in their speech.  As she listens, she also watches.  As the elf is speaking he makes some rather interesting gestures and movements that she definitely recognizes, only... he does not seem to be interested in what is before him. Can he not see the signs of the dog-faced land-walkers and their no-so-tasty mounts? Perhaps there is a way she can be useful in hunting the dog-faced and they can eat very good tonight.  With a slithering grace, the lamai'nain moves a few feet away into the grasses of the ancient road, careful to stay in the darker shade and higher grasses out of the view of the black raptors.  She "kneels" by lowering her upper torso and her hands move across the grasses.  Her eyes dart furtively from one spot to another, collecting data points from everything she sees. The signs are here and fresh.

Lamai moves to Finn's side and raps him on the shoulder with her staff. "ثمانية محيا كلاب هنا اليوم"

Seeing him clearly not understanding her, she frowns. What to do? Smiling, she holds up eight fingers and shows them to Finn.  When she sees him looking at her hands, she growls, then howls lowly.

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Lamai rolled 7 using 1d20.  Skill - Tracking.
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“If we do that, am I wrong in assuming that we’re resting?  I for one would certainly benefit from it.” The cleric ogles the birds warily, not trusting any of this.
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"Donnae hav tha skill o track'n laddie." Thorgwain replies to Durwe's inquiry.  "Oi Could na track a rabbit 'n ah foot ah snow."

He looks over at Duiv.  "Aye, if'n weh reconnoiter, yeh casters beh rest'n fer sure."

Thorgwain looks back into the deeper shades of the forest.  "Aye, weh passed ah large deadfall back ah ways.  Make ah good hideaway camp while yeh scout Oi beh think'n."   
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This Monastery obviously held bad memories for Dory. Question is what would happen after he found out the Fate of the Falcon 6? Hopefully he would stay till the end of their mission and go back to town with them.

Finn keeps his eyes on the sky, a spell in the back of his mind. When his charge goes out to check the grass he holds his tongue, even though he wants to bring her back. He watches as she examines the grass.

He is relieved when she comes back, and pleased when she tries to communicate with him.  He attempts to figure out what she's 'saying.'

"I think Lamai is telling me she has found the tracks of eight wolves in the grass skirting the view of the birds."

"That's bad, 8 wolves on top of at least a dozen razorclaws! This is going to be most difficult to deal with. Shyte! We definitely need to get rid of one group or the other, and discourage the other group."

"Well both foes are tough, but which is tougher? I would suggest taking on the wolves first, as they should prove the hardier opponent. And I too can cast the spell of Sleep."

Aramil has a number of options at his disposal, though tracking is not one of them.

“If we want to fight them separately, we’ll have to do it away from here,” the cleric says, perhaps unnecessarily.  “At the moment, we’re in a bad position.”

"Is there any way we can separate them long enough that we can handle the groups separately? Or any way past them without bothering, through stealth?" Xune wondered aloud.

"Stealth would perhaps be possible if we were all elves and fewer in number" Elmona observed. "But even if we were all elves... well I would not essay [Private to GM: I know you are a grammer nazi so https://www.merriam-webster.co...essay-vs-assay-usage] the task with this many" [Private to Elmona: grammar nazi!? Oh, that's harsh.  B^)  ]

"However attracting the wolves should be easy. A thrown stone is traditional. Or an arrow from a bow. They chase any that flee. Are there any among us that have nature powers and can cast the entangle spell?"

"Let us remember that sleep effects the closest. Thus if we are targeting many foes, those of us that can cast it should be dispersed and consider sleeping foes when we do actually cast it

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Daniella shook her head slowly as she listened. "I'm sorry, but I think we need to wait till we have a little more current information before we engage in any combat.

Durwe has seen worgs, hobgoblin, and razorcrow in this area. Plus, we have the reports of kobolds and now wolves. Aren't wolves often used as mounts for the creatures of evil?

Mayhaps the spell casters and clerics  might do as Durwe suggested and fall back to a cold camp to coordinate and prepare a magical assault while those with those with skills scout the area for more signs of what we are facing and where they might be before we draw sword and charge?" she asked Valeros.

"I think that it is wise council. We should all go back to the deadfall that was spoken of so we all know where we're going to set up. The scouts can then come back to here and observe and safely reconnoiter without exposing yourselves. The warriors can split between the two for security for the parties. Sound okay?" He looks from face to face for suggestions or ideas or criticism. Val thought it was good to listen to everyone, then make a decision based on the best information.

3rd of Gort, Tīwesdæg 1050 hrs, clear skies, 83 degrees

The deadfall is a not one of the giant trees, but large nonetheless.  The dead, dried bole of the tree is broken away from a standing stump to lay across a natural depression in the forest floor. It is large enough to offer a protective wall and a collection of broken boughs offer a sort of roofing over the rocky depression.  It is a natural, dry place. The companions gather at the site to continue discussing their plan of action on approaching the monastery.
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"We haven't seen either worg, wolf, or dire wolf. Only ravens."  Camilla says. "If you want Val, I will move quietly and scout the perimeter within the wood line. This deadfall is only a hundred yards or so from where we were standing. I'll scream my head off if I get into trouble and run toward you."

Daniella smiled at the other rogue's descriptive plan before add, "We could really use someone who can find trails with us. It seems Lamai does, but there's still communication to work on. " She frowned lightly while considering the language barrier before turning her attention back to Camilla and adding, "We should also plan to move together, that way we can cover each other in case of problems, and more eyes are better."

The cleric suggests that they rest first before taking further action, so as to be best prepared when hostilities break out.  Besides, there is something strangely soothing about the deadfall… it makes him want to sleep.

Finn isn't sure they should split the party up, and he feels the space that they were inhabiting is very convenient, almost too convenient. Scouting was not his forte and he trusts Camilla and Daniella know what they are doing and could do the job.

Sighing, he places his equipment down on the ground.  Time to organize his things as he hasn't cast any spells yet.  He reaches into the sack and pulls out the cooking pot.  It is now dry, and he opens the satchel, placing it inside.  He stares into the container and ponders the puzzle of his equipment, starting to feel better.

[Private to Hand of Fate: Opening Warfril's satchel and taking a quick look inside.]

[Private to Finn: edited to replace aree with are, plaxes with places, and timr with time.]

[Private to Finn: Opening the satchel and looking within, Finn is immediately disoriented as the opening is actually a dimensional pocket, a window into another larger space containing items within reach 360 degrees around, hence a bag of holding. Finn has heard of these and they are quite common among magic users of higher rank.

As Finn moves the satchel, the window moves in the dimension. Finn can see several pouches, a heavy tome titled Warfril's Grimoire, a backpack, and a bedroll, a stack of fine clothing, shoes, and a robe.

The disorientation comes from the strangeness of orientation between dimensions.  Looking down into the bag, he is looking at items arrayed around him at eye level within reach. As he moves the bag upward, still looking inside, the view does not change. But if Finn turns his body left or right, the space moves relative to his turning. ]
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"I would have to agree with Duivelssmak - better to rest up and have our healers fully stocked. If there are as many dangers out there as there appears to be, we had better be prepared. Some careful scouting and a good watch should suffice for now. I would not suggest over-extending nor settling in what appears a safe refuge, as the risks are too great either way."

Aramil was clearly urging caution.

As no one offers their tracking expertise, Camilla sighs, "Ok. I guess it's just you and me Dani, if I may call you Dani. I count you as a friend and companion, but I understand if you do not." Camilla's  eyes dart to Durwe, suspicion of his dislike of her evident in her expression.

"If you're ready Dani, let's go see what we can see."

As soon as he is able, Duivelssmak rests in order to recover favor with the Saint and other lords of Light.  As he drifts off, he thinks on what was said about the dangers inherent in an overly safe location.  The business of adventuring certainly was an interesting one, with many facets he would have never expected.  But soon he is down in the dark, cozy well of sleep, dreaming of trivial matters.

Finn places the pot inside and closes the satchel. He gets up, turning to Camilla and Daniella.

"Lamai and I could go with you but I am not that sneaky and communication with her will be difficult. Also if I go I want the wand for now."

[Private to Finn: edit changed "to put" to "the pot", which is what I think you intended.]
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Lamai catches the looks sent her way as the companions speak, then catches their name for her. Yes, they are speaking about her, she surmises. She wraps her length of serpentine body around her, watching the others closely, her eyes large and inquisitive. What are they saying? Were they going to hunt the dog-faces now? She is getting a bit hungry.

Needing some rest herself, Myshra settles in against the bole of the tree and rests, she reads from her book of prayers, examines her gear, converses with others, and even naps if she can. Hopefully she can get eight hours of uninterrupted rest.

Thardhrom nestles into a nook in the rocks near to Myshra. The deadfall offers protection from above and shade. He places his pack in such a way he can rest against it and the bedroll tied to it. It sounds like the rogues will be scouting the rest of the day and likely into the night. Not much else to do but wait. He absently fondles the six sided gold pendant hanging from a leather thong around his neck. What would come next, he wonders, staring out into the forest. How would Moradin see his entering a monastery devoted to an evilly aligned dwarven immortal?
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"Be very careful while scouting out the monastery you guys. Yes Finn, you and Lamai can go along, she is much more capable than we know I think. Stay safe and don't let them know you are there. If you're spotted, get back here as fast as you can. We can do much better together."

"نقتل كوبولدز?" Lamai inquires hopefully. Her tail flicks left and right, her eyes darting from Finn to Valeros who last spoke her given name. Her eagerness is borne from a desire to be useful to this clan.  And none are more useful than the providers, other than a spirit walker. She is no spirit walker.
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Myshra looks up from her study of the canon, noticing Thardhrom's uneasiness. "What bothers you brother Thardrom?"

Thardrom looks at Myshra, his eyes troubled. "Oi hav misgiv'ns aboot tha place is all. Oi can feel tha ages ere.. Tha monastry has been ere ah long, long time."

He lets the pendant drop to his neck.

"Donnae think entirely this be tha path Oi should beh ah take'n.  Tha beh an evil place lassie. Moradin mayhap look unkindly fer me tah enter'n such ah place, Oi beh think'n. Sposed ta beh spread"n tha praise ah Moradin 'n seek'n others tah beh in service ta him. Av Oi strayed from me path?"
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Elmona had no 'tracking experience' so echoed Valeros's words of 'take care'. She had a hard time understanding the dwarf at all but after playing his words through her head a few time she hoped she'd understanding.

"If you don't Thardhrom, then who will?" she asked kindly enough "All that is necessary for evil to prosper is for good folk to do nothing. There is need here. A necromancer chasing us. A den of evil. If you leave us, then are we more likely to succeed or less likely? If we were to fail and you left us how would you feel knowing that your leaving us weakened us?"

"Any message you give to your flock would not include words like 'abandon those under threat from evil because they are about to enter a scary place'. I am sure they would be words of nuture and support and the importance of staying together to fight against evil."

"I've only know you a few days Thardhrom. It seems longer. And before that, have never even heard of a dwarven cleric, other than in history of the world stories. Anyway, the gods of light favor those who seek to destroy evil in the world. You need not worry about us entering the monastery. It is a just and holy quest we have taken."

Myshra frowns at Elmona's words that while true, sounded more like a chastisement designed to instill guilt than support. She smiles warmly at the dwarf.

"While Elmona's words are laced with the animosity shared between your two races, they have a certain ring of truth to them. You would regret leaving, and it is very important to stay together and fight this evil. Hopefully  if we are successful,  you will be well on your path to starting a church or temple devoted to Moradin. The curch of Iomedae has several alcoves with altars devoted to other gods. I'm  sure one to Moradin could be put in place until you get started. What do you think?"
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Camilla nods at Finn, "You should probably stay within the treeline at first out of sight with us. I'm not sure Dani and I can move up to the monastery without being seen, as there is some distance between the tree line and the walls of the building."

"Darkness may be our only time to get real close without being spotted unless those birds stop soaring above. They can see everything. Until then, we can look for trail sign and tracks."

Durwe stands guard over the deadfall several yards away. He can hear the party conversing, but is not close enough to know what they are saying. He slowly circles the deadfall. It is sixty yards long.

"You need or want me to come along and sit in the trees too, I can, I think there are enough folks to hold down the fort here. I can't run away quick or silent, but I can cover you if you do get attacked."

Glancing at the near to midday sky Dani said, "I hope the scouting doesn't take us quiet long enough to have the aid of darkness. Cami's right about hangin' back in the tree line."

Grinning at Cami, Dani nudged the other with her elbow and turned to stand near Lamai and Finn. Making sure to have their eye contact she began to make gestures. The rogue suspected Cami would recognize some, the rest being improvised, but she hoped she got the message across.

Dani spread her first two fingers into a V shape, first pointing at her own light blue eyes and then the ground. Repeating the motion for Cami and Lamai. Then indicating herself, Cami, Lamai, and Finn in turn with a light tap in the air, with a shrug the rogue added Valeros in the gesture, before swirling her hand to indicate them as a group and gesturing back to the Monastery. She again pointed at Lami's eyes and the ground, and waited to see how this fell out.
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Goodness knows Finn does not want to come or really to split the party but someone has to translate for 'Lamai'. Let's see if the non-verbal communication Dani attempts is understood by her. Hopefully  'Lemai's' Savage nature doesn't throw the team off.

Finn walks over to Alaion and stops in front of him. "I'll return the wand when I come back." He says to the Elven Cleric.

Alaion's right eyebrow rises. "If you're able to reconnoitre with them so will I."

[Private to Alaion: edit removed Reply to msg statement . Replaced "ILIf" with "If". Added quotation marks.]
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Lamai cocks her head to the side watching the woman.  Eyes. Ground, there. Lamai looks, sees nothing. A rock beside which grows a common weed. Lamia looks back at the woman. She is pointing at the other woman. Eyes. Ground, there. Lamai searches the ground and frowns. Two spots and she does not see what the woman is indicating. Now, the woman is pointing at Lamai. Lamai-yes. Eyes-yes. There-on the ground.

Lamai searches the spot and frowns. She pokes at the spot with her staff and taps the ground. Nothing stirs. Nothing is revealed.

The woman goes crazy, swirling motions, and pointing at others, disappointed in Lamia. Is she a shaman? Again she points at Lamai. Eyes. Ground. Nothing. Lamai hisses in utter frustration.

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Lamai rolled 18 using 1d20.  Intuition roll (INT)... failed unmodified roll
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"Perhaps Finn wil have better luck. We'll get there. Perhaps when we get back, we can get a spell cast that will help us understand each other, until then, we have to try this way. Shall we go scout? When we get there, the support group will stay several yards back from the edge to avoid detection."

"Aye, lassie. Oi'd be honored 'n humbly thankful if it works out tha way." Thardhrom replies.

"Well we'd need to more than 'several yards'. I would have thought a hundred yards might be enough to help avoid detection. But only maybe" Elmona commented "Otherwise we might as well all just go in together"

"I think it's really for the scouts to decide."We make their job much riskier by being there which is why scouts are usually 'sent ahead of the main group'. I'm good with whatever is decided though

"Honestly Alaion, I don't have the skills for this. My attack spell is short range and does not discern between targets. The only reason for me to go is to communicate with Lamai, who can track.  I have nothing to prove."

"Elmona is probably correct, if they don't smell us and know we are already here. I'll see if I can explain what we want from her and see if she's willing and able to go without me."

Finn prepares to talk to their charge. He
reaches into his backpack pulls out his pen. From one pouch he pulls out a band of feathers, from another his sling bullets, and the coins from his belt pouch.  When everything is ready he calls over Lamai.

"Syss-yl-mins-yl" he says carefully.  He holds the pen up for her to see. "Finn…" he points to his lips. "...talks."

Once he has her attention he pulls out fifteen sling bullets and places them in a pile on the ground. He separates three of the bullets and starts to replace them with other items from his pouch. For Lamai he places a strip of leather and mentions her name. He pulls out two gold coins and names them Elmona and Camilla.

He walks forward three steps and places the band of feathers in a pile. "Caw!" he cries softly.  One step back he grabs a copper coin and places it down. He points to the coin with his pen, then shows her the same eight fingers she showed him and then immitated her growl and low howl.

Finn points at her eyes and then at the copper coin with his pen. "Syss-yl-mins-yl see…" then he howled softly.  He placed his hand in front of his face blocking his eyes and shaking his head slowly. "Elmona no see.  Camilla no see."

He grabs the two gold coins and the strip of leather and moves it to the copper one.  He then slowly moves the group sideways until they were a step away from the copper coin. He takes another step and places a pile of copper coins on the ground. He points to the pile of coins and growls and howls lowly.

He then goes back to the pile representing the three trackers and brings it back to the pile of sling bullets. He grabs the other bullets and take the pile of fifteen items to where the copper coins are. He then takes a hammer and slams the coins into the ground.

[Private to Finn: edited spelling.]
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"You are not the only one who is able to communicate with her." Alaion says to Finn. He then turns to Valeros to address the issue of being detected. "Returning to scout the area increases the chance of being detected, as obvioused by any scent that was left behind.  Why add to it by the to-and-fro activity?"

[Private to Alaion: edit to add period and capitalize "why". Added structure to indicate who was being spoken to.]
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"I'm not going too close to the edge" Valeros replies to Alaions comment. "I'm just coming to defend them if they are discovered. Hopefully that won't happen."

[Private to Valeros: edit added structure to indicate whom he is speaking to. Removed reply to msg# statement. ]
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Lamai watches Finn's every movement and gesture, her keen intellect piecing together their meanings. She listens to the words, picking up on the use of a few of them and their meaning. She smiles at his imitation of the ravens.

Interupting him, she points to herself. "Ssee." She says, nodding. She brushes aside leaves of the forest floor and presses her hand into the rich loam, making an impression then points at the hand print. "Ssee." She repeats. Points at Finn, "Ssno ssee." She shakes her head.

Finn continues his instruction. When he finishes, she hesitates and frowns. She picks up eight of the copper coins and eight of the bullets. Holding a coin up to Finn she growls lowly. Then, holding up a bullet she says, "كوبولد. Sssweee Yark Yark." She then places a bullet atop each of the coins and away from the pile of feathers. Then moves the two gold coins, leather strap, and other bullets to the grouping that is away from the group of feathers. She then smashes the grouping of bullets and coppers into the soft loam. "عشاء."
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Thorgwain looks up his restful position near the bole of the tree and regards the little snake girl with a curios look. "Aye, Oi know tha call she beh mak'n. Beh tha call ta arms by tha kobolds.  Breee Yark is Hey, Ta Arms in tha common tongue or... ፣ ናብ ዕጥቂ!"
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Unfortunately Elmona could at this point no more understand Thorgwain than she could the snake women. She looked at the others rather helplessly hoping that one of them would translate

"I'm not sure, something about kobolds riding the wolves? I think that's what it was."

"Wargs then, not wolves." Durwe says, having come close to watchthe exchange. "Perhaps she knows not the difference."

Durwe, being watchful, notices Dani just as she disappears through the underbrush toward the monastery, trying to be unseen. He quickly looks for Cami and does not see her. "Our rogues are restless it seems." Durwe says, laughing. "I suggest you figure out what you are doing and get to it."
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In the cleric’s dreams, darkness smothers light, light emerges from darkness, a swirling cloud forever at odds with itself.
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Valeros gets Lamai's attention and heads out after the rogues, the others can follow if they will.

Lamai looks at Finn, then at Valeros, who beckons for her to follow. She does so, slithering quietly along slightly behind his left side. She's not sure, but thinks they are finally on the hunt.

3rd of Gort, Tīwesdæg 1120 hrs, clear skies, 82 degrees

[Private to Daniella: Camilla: Dani and Cami move through the forest on light feet, making no noises. Dani saw Durwe catch her just as she was entering the underbrush for concealment. No matter, they continue on, moving quietly toward the monastery. The others could catch up. ]The forest is alive with the sounds of birds, squirrels, and other noises common to the forest. A light breeze sighs through the leaves high overhead. A muffled cawing can be heard from within the tower of the courtyard at the monastery.

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[Private to Daniella: Camilla: Make a roll for finding traps from Cami and Dani. Additionally, make preemptive rolls for DEX, and intuition (INT)]
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Valeros looks carefully for Dani and Cami if they have already left the cover of the woods, if not, he looks at Lamai and points to them and then makes snake like movements with his hand to tell her to go with them, or on her own if she wishes. He then loads his crossbow for ranged firing. He wasn't very good at it, but, he'd do his best!

OOC - anyone else follow?

Aramil looks to Elmona and Alaion, and if neither of them makes a move he follows Valeros in trailing after the scouts.

"sheesh" Elmona said "Why bother scouting at all? We could just all go in mob handed without any idea of what's there. In fact it appears we are..." Shrugging and obviously disappointed in her fellow adventurers she followed

Following
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2E.4625, 3rd of Gort, Tīwesdæg 1130 hrs, clear skies, 82 degrees

[Private to Daniella: Cami: As the two rogues skirt the wood line around the monastery, they keep out of sight of the nasty ravens. They continue to circle the building, keeping to the woods for cover.  Suddenly, Daniella's leg hits a trigger line, setting off a deadfall trap.  A massive vale darkwood log attached to ropes comes sailing down from above in a an arc.  Daniella leaps one way and Camilla, hearing the noise, rolls forward out of the way of whatever trap she senses. The two narrowly avoid being crushed between the log and the bole of another tree. The impact of the massive deadfall booms, rattling the branches before settling. Daniella and Camilla freeze, holding their breath, looking at the monastery.]

Leaving behind other party members, three elves, Valeros, and Lamai head back toward the monastery.  Durwe remains behind to keep watch over the encampment and those taking advantage of resting.  They follow the path back to the fringe of the tree line, keeping an eye out for Dani and Cami.  The two rogues cannot be seen from the spot visited earlier. Suddenly, from somewhere within the wood line north and east of the party's current position, a large crashing noise followed by a loud boom echoes in the forest. The roost is irritated and ravens take to the skies, streaming from the open window on the second story.  There must be twenty or more flying above the monastery. A large hobgoblin emerges from the crumbled section of monastery wall.  He is large for a hobgoblin clad in ragged leather and bent plate mail piecemealed together as armor. He is holding a bow with a nocked arrow, staring into the tree line while seemingly pulling at his ears with the other hand.  Two smaller creatures emerge from the wall.  Kobolds!  They wield spears and are clad in rough looking leather armor. The hobgoblin lifts a whistle to his lips and creates a warbling, trilling, noise and six of the giant ravens dive at an angle toward the woods to the east.  He sends the two kobolds running in the same direction.

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Range to monastery from party.... 100 yds  (can only move 1/2 MV list on character sheet and still attack)
Range to hobgoblin/kobolds from rogues.... 60 yds.  Dani and Cami make HIS rolls if going to try hiding.
Below is a map, not to scale by any means with my limited map making skills. 


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"Let's check it out for our rogues, quiet, follow me." he whispers and heads north, low to the ground, keeping hidden from the enemy as best they could and as quiet as possible, moving quickly only if they can. They don't want to expose themselves for no reason. Crossbow ready, spear on his back, but ready.
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Finn had given his condition to going on the Scouting trip. He didn't have the wand, he would not have been effective or helpful in this case. Valeros had three elves as backup. Hopefully they had the sense to get back to the group if they encountered trouble.

Sighing he looks over at Thardhrom. There was going to have to be a conversation tonight after they got water. Reaching into his things he pulls out a ration walked over to the dwarf.

"I know you didn't eat this morning. Here's one of my rations. We will bring up the problem with Valeros tonight. I know Camilla and Thorgwain are almost out too."

He walked back to the corner with his gear.  Suddenly he remembered that he hadn't given any food to Lamai and hadn't asked if she had any!  He looked through the satchel to confirm how many more he had. Hopefully they would be feasting on Worg tonight.

[private to Hand of Fate: carefully moving things around the without removing them, Finn will try to get a rough idea of the contents of it, starting with the backpack.]

[Private to Finn: Finn reaches into the satchel of holding and opens the flap on the backpack. Pulling the opening toward him, he can see several items within; a scrollcase, several loose parchments, a clear inkwell, a stylus pen, a pouch of small bottles of varying inks, a pouch of alchemical herbs, a mortar n pestle, several empty vials, two healing potion vials, two unknown potion vials, a lute, a bronze plate, bronze cup, bronze cutlery, and a glass decantur of wine.]
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The boom echoes from the forest and Durwe is immediately alert for trouble. He approaches the camp from his place of watch, sword already in hand.

"Trouble." he says quickly. He wakes Duiv. "We need to move. Stay close to me."

As soon as the others are roused, Durwe tracks through the forest terrain toward where he heard the noise come.
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Myshra rises, securing her pack and follows Durwe through the foliage. She worries for her friends. Whatever made that noise could not be good and then there is the cawing from those ravens. More than four she notes.

Thardhrom accepts the ration gratefully from Finn. He began unwrapping it when the boom echoes. He looks up sharply, rewrapping the ration.

"Tha cannae beh good." He says to Finn. "Oi beh eat'n dis later as time permits."
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Larn comes to attention from leaning against the tall stump when he hears the echo. He darws his sword, then follows Durwe.

Camilla rolls forward, barely getting from in front of the trap. It smashes into the tree next to her, its massive weight denting the bark and sending pieces flying. As the deadfall settles back on its ropes, Camilla looks underneath, thankful to see Dani standing on the other side. Then, the cawing began.

Camilla glances at the monastery, sixty yards away and sees the giant ravens taking to the skies. Luckily, they are not in the open with plenty of underbrush. She gasps, seeing the emergence of the hobgoblin. Durwe had been right!  Two kobolds step from atop the crumbled section of wall and start running toward them. Several birds are headed their way as well.

"Moradin's beard!" She curses, scrambling under the deadfall. She grabs Dani's arm. "We gotta run and hide!"

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Camilla rolled 3,48 using D6,d100.  Init, Hide in Shadow  (unmodified).

Finn grabs his gear, leaving the sack he's been carrying behind in order to increase his speed. He makes his way with the party towards the explosion, towards the monastery. Sounds like the backup needs backup he thought to himself.

Valeros led the way toward the noise as fast and quietly as possible, he knew the elves were quieter than he, but hoped the distraction ahead, would distract from them. He slowed as he got closer, and tried to be even more observant to see what was ahead.

OOC- what do you want me to roll to 'spot'.

Xune glanced over at Finn and shrugged as she followed. Life happened in between one's plans, after all.

Duivelssmak’s dreams of spiritual angst quickly drain away as he follows Durwe deep into the forest, where the ominous noise calls to them like an angel of reckoning.  As he runs, he fumbles for his mace.  His fingers are still tingling because he had been sleeping on them.  He quickly mutters his waking prayer, calling upon the Saint to watch over him and guide his steps.  But he’s breathing hard and some of the words come out wrong.  He feels the tiniest tinge of arthritis in the middle finger of his right hand… an omen of the old age which may never come.  His ankles and knees ache slightly as he plods through the forest in the footsteps of his far more athletic companion.  Damn the soft life of a churchman!  If he survives this crusade, he will be a much hardier man, he has no doubt.  But holier?  In the midst of his praying and fretting about his joints and still waking up, he nearly runs into a gnarled, knotted tree, its claw-like branches groping for his face.  But he manages to duck in time and continues running.  The threatening sound is louder now.  He feels the adrenaline spiking in his bloodstream.  Is the thrill of the fight appropriate for a religious man?  Would bloodlust stain his soul?
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Daniella was kinda enjoying having someone to sneak off with...that is until the crashing of the trap disturbed her very nice morning.

" Come on!" Dani patted the hand clutching her arm, "Let's lead them away from the rest of the group."

She headed them off to the north seeking coverage they could vanish into.

2E.4625, 3rd of Gort, Tīwesdæg 1140 hrs, clear skies, 82 degrees

Valeros, Lamai, Elmona, Aramil, and Alaion move through the underbrush of the forest to the north, skirting the clearing. The small party is not quiet in their movements. Through tall trunks, they spot giant razors flitting around tree trunks, over and under limbs, cawing loudly. They are moving to the north. Voices echo from that direction, "ኣብቲ! በዚ መንገዲ እዚ እዮም ከይዶም!"

"ኣይርእዮምን እየ። ርግጸኛ ዲኻ!"

"በቃ ንዑ! በዚ መንገዲ!"

To this group's right come noises of movement through the wood. Suddenly Durwe and the others appear ten yards away.
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Camilla and Daniella dart into the thicker underbrush, moving quickly and not quietly northward. While the underbrush is dense enough to ward off the attacks of the razors, the two kobolds is a whole other matter. They can hear them coming, but suspect they have not spotted the two of them yet. The razors are fast fliers and soon overtake them. Dani and Cami hide within a dense copse of underbrush as razors flap and flit in the upper portions trying to get at them. Things are getting dire as they see the kobolds approaching.

[Private to Daniella: Camilla: each of you roll a hide in shadow roll. If one of you succeeds, you both do. ]
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Valeros hears the ruckus heading north, he picks up speed, following as fast as he can. To the right, he sees Durwe and the others coming, but continues to follow Dani and Cami and their assailants! He hopes they will follow or make sure they weren't followed, one or the other! He didn't know how many there were or where they were. The flora was too thick to see through!

Concerned by the sounds of crashing through the bush, by the others, Alaion cautiously moves forward. Keeping watch out for threat he catches a glimpse of a Hobgoblin near the wall and several circling ravens.

[Private to Alaion: edit to remove the kobolds from list being spotted.  They are not currently visible. ]
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Like Valeros, Aramil sees no point in a stealthy approach now - it is time to make haste! Daniella and Camilla were not front-line combatants, and this elf was not about to leave their fates to chance. If the duo had any sense, they would have double back and brought the enemy to the rest of the group...

Finn makes his way close to the edge of the tree line, attempting to keep an eye on the monastery and not be clearly seen. He measures out how far away the Hobgoblin and the other Kobolds are. It is not wanting to be attacked from behind without resisting.

2E.4625, 3rd of Gort, Tīwesdæg 1141 hrs, clear skies, 82 degrees

Daniella and Camilla hide within the deep shadows of thick brush near a couple of tree trunks. They are protected from the Razorclaws by a canopy of thick limbs and leaf, but the approaching humanoids with spears could be a problem if they discover them. The two approach and mutter in sounds that sound gutteral with a heavy lisp. Then, they begin shoving their spears into the brush in random spots.

Finn and Alaion break from the larger group moving north and approaches the clearing that surrounds the monastery. They can see the hobgoblin clearly, some sixty yards away at the crumbled section of monastery courtyard wall. Circling above are fifteen or more Razorclaws. The hobber's longbow is nocked and he is searching the wood line ahead of him intently. He puts a pendant to his lips.

Valeros and others continue moving north to find Dani and Cami within the wood and are out of the hobgoblin's view. Their loud movements through the wood does not go unnoticed though. A warbling trill is heard from toward the monastery amidst the din of noise from the Razorclaws.

Valeros crashes through a stand of brush, entering a small clearing beneath a canopy of large trees. Six Razorclaws circle a thick copse of brush that is perhaps twenty feet in diameter with smaller trees growing from within. A perfect place to hide. Standing outside the copse are two rust-hued, scaly reptilian humanoids with heads resembling that of a canine. They are jabbing their spears into the brush in random spots when they hear the party's approach. They turn and upon seeing ten to twelve armed and armored individuals, they break into a run, cutting to the west toward the monastery. They are forty yards from where Valeros stands.

The six Razorclaws dart from the copse of bushes toward the party.

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Begin combat round 1
Finn/Alaion...range to target is sixty yards. Finn and Alaion are not detected yet.
Others...range to kobolds is forty yards if your actions occur on initiative of 1. They have complete cover from trees and foliage after that.
Others...range to six Razorclaws is forty yards.

Roll initiative every round. Those forgetting will go last in the round. Remember initiative is now a d10.

K1 - fleeing
K2 - fleeing
R1 - attacking random target
R2 - attacking random target
R3 - attacking random target
R4 - attacking random target
R5 - attacking random target
R6 - attacking random target
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Alaion readies his Sling waiting for the Hobgoblin to move closer.
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Thorgwain brings his shield up and draws his sword.  He moves forward to meet the giant birds of prey, attacking the first one close enough to him. 

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Thorgwain rolled -2,17,6 using 1d6-3,1d20+2,1d8+2.  Init, ToHit, Dmg.
Initiative on 1
Hits AC2
6 points damage!

Valeros, realizing he couldn't hit the side of a barn door with the crossbow, let it drop on it's lanyard to his side and grabbed his spear and struck at the incoming bird when it dove to strike!

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17:58, Today: Valeros rolled 5 using 1d6+4.  damage.

17:58, Today: Valeros rolled 19 using 1d20+4.  to hit.

17:57, Today: Valeros rolled 4 using 1d6.  initiative.

[Private to Valeros: edit added hard rule per guidelines. Initiative is d10.]
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As Daniella and Camilla took to the shadows to hide from the spears that were blindly seeking them, the thief considered her weapon options. Deciding they needed reach to match reach, Dani readied her bow intending to use it if the opportunity arose. She could easily swap out for her blade if the opportunity to flank presented itself.

“The Saint’s justice falls like a bolt from the sky!” the cleric cries out as he bursts into the clearing, charging the nearest razorclaw and swinging his mace.  But alas, his footing is awkward and the blow goes astray.

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23:06, Today: Duivelssmak rolled 9 using 1d10.  Initiative.
23:11, Today: Duivelssmak rolled 4 using 1d20+1.  To hit.

[Private to Duivelssmak: edit added hard rule per guidelines.]
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The wizard eyes the flying Raptors above, and the Hobgoblin that seems to have control over them. He looks to see if there is a place to protect them from the birds or at least restrict them from effectively attacking. He attempts to use the trees as cover as he prepares his 'Colour Spray' spell. He will have to wait until the birds are in range (if they do, hopefully not).

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OOC:01:50, Today: Finn rolled 7,2 using 1d10-1,1d6.  Colour spray1: Init,#of targets.

[Private to Finn: edit added hard rule per guidelines. The birds are flying toward the main group perpendicular to Finn and Alaion.]
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Durwe holds his spells in reserve, tightening his grip on his sword. Unlike Thorgwain,  he does not move to intercept, but holds his position, waiting for the raptors to reach them. If one gets close enough, he attacks.

"They will go for your eyes!" He says loudly, warning the others.

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Durwe rolled 6,17,5 using 1d10,1d20,1d8.  Init, ToHit, Dmg (unmodified).
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Larn draws his sword and waits, watching the raptors approach. It is a surreal moment awaiting an attack by birds. He has been attacked by a jaybird when to close to nest, but these birds were five times the size of a normal jaybird.

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(OOC) If attacked, strike back. Otherwise attack a bird that is attacking someone near him.

Larn rolled 9,1,4 using 1d10,1d20,1d8.  Init, ToHit, Dmg (unmodified).

"Eeeek!"

Myshra squeals as the birds attack, an image of one taking her eye in her mind. She brings an arm with shield up to try and deflect if one  attacks, or at least protect her eyes. She swings her mace at the first one gets close to her.

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Myshra rolled 6,5,3 using 1d10,d20,d6.  Init, ToHit, Dmg (unmodified).

Xune swore silently under her breath as the situation unfolded in front of her. She took a moment to reach into one of her pouches and produced a rose petal, rubbing it between her index finger and thumb. A moment later, she began chanting in an arcane tongue, moving her arms through the gestures of a spell.

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OOC: 13:39, Today: Xune rolled 10 using 1d10.  Initiative.

Casting Sleep on the birds.

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Elmona had been silent for some time. She moved into quick action though when the razorclaws attacked. The arrow nocked to her bow string pulled, held and released. Her goal was to get one of the kobolds. She didn't want them going to get their friends.


Attacking K1
Initiative: 7
Attack: natural 20. Crit?
Damage: 5
10:16, Today: Elmona rolled 7,20,5 using d10,d20,d6.  Initiative attack and damage.

Lamai lowers her torso and quickly darts after the first of those kobolds, the grip on her staff tight.  She is annoyed at the flying birds above her head, but slithers smoothly across the ground as fast as she can to catch her prey.  This, she has done this before, and will make her brood mother proud. 

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Lamai rolled 2 using 1d10 with rolls of 2.  Initiative (unmodified)
Using innate ability, Piercing Shriek, 4pts bleeding damage over time (10 points total), possible stun
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COMBAT ROUND ONE

Xune begins casting as she reaches into her component pouch. Lamai darts across the small clearing at seeing the kobolds while Thorgwain is first to meet the birds, rushing forward as they fly low for the attack.  His sword cleaves one from the air, producing a flutter of feathers.  The avian hits the forest floor dead as a second swoops in at the dwarf's head. The beak barely misses the dwarf's left eye socket, puncturing him instead in the temple and drawing blood.

Myshra swings her mace and misses as the first of the quick flying birds reach the gathered party of adventurers. Durwe's sword slices through the air, cleaving a second one from the air.  And Valeros cleaves yet a third of the razors from the air. Black feathers fill the air amid the flapping of wings and beaks.

Elmona lines her arrow up on the fleeing kobolds. The first kobold darts into the foliage and is gone, followed immediately by Lamai. Elmona's arrow takes the second kobold in the head and drops it dead.

Larn swipes at one of the birds with a mighty swing.  The blade misses the avian flier, but hits the trunk of a tree. The sword bites deep and sticks.  The hilt separates from the blade, ruining the weapon.

Duivelssmak and Thardhrom take swings at the fliers and miss with their maces.

Xune finishes her spell as more of the razors come swooping through the limbs of trees from the left.  The first birds were already among the party, but her spell fells three of the incoming birds.  The remaining three attack Xune, Elmona, and the last one swoops over the foliage after Lamia. Suddenly an unexpected piercing shriek comes from the wood where Lamai and the kobold entered, a noise so loud and piercing that it leaves a ringing in the ears of those in the party who hear it and do not cover their ears.

In the shadows of a dense thicket, Daniella and Camilla ready their ranged weapons.

Meanwhile elsewhere....

Sixty yards south at the edge of the wood, Finn and Alaion keep watch on five or six of the razors flying above the southeastern tower of the courtyard. As the fighting begins in the wood, the hobgoblin moves forward a few yards and stops, muttering something inaudible due to the din of cawing noises above and within the forest. Finn holds back his spell casting and Alaion waits with him, both unseen as yet by bird of prey or hobgoblin that they are keeping an eye on. The hobgoblin begins moving forward again but stops, wrapping a cloak around him more securely as a piercing shriek echos from the wood. Finn and Alaion both glance toward the wood where their party should be, wondering as to the source of the noise.  Looking back, the hobgoblin seems to have vanished. 

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Begin combat round two
Range to where Hobgob as last seen is fifty yards from Finn and Alaion.

H1    Unknown
K2    Unknown
R1  v Random Target
R2    Sleeping
R3  v Random Target
R5    Sleeping
R6    Sleeping
R7  v Lamai
R8  v Random Target
R10 v Random Target
R11 v Random Target
R12   IDLE
R13   IDLE
R14   IDLE
R15   IDLE
R16   IDLE

     
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Elmona took little pleasure in killing. Whether it was an animal or some kind of goblinoid. In this case she was a little relieved. She felt it likely that Lamia was going to deal with the other kobold, so there was a good chance no word would get out.

The bird hitting her was scary, and painful, so she targeted that with another arrow.

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Initiative 3
Attack 18
Damage 2
If it's not possible to use a bow (I am guessing the birds can't hover so are flying past) then I'll use a sword instead.
20:01, Today: Elmona rolled 3,18,2 using D10,D20,D6.  Initiative, attack damage.

[Private to Elmona: Bow use is possible, since they are larger birds.  Short range +1 bonus.  They can hover, but are not. Their choice of attack is a swoop dive and bite (loss of an eye on a crit and failed save). Advantage of a second shot with a bow and standing flat footed. ]

[Private to Elmona: added the hard rule between IC and OOC]
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Birds are flying everywhere.  Thorgwain moves in the direction of one and attacks with his sword.

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 Thorgwain rolled 5,16,8 using d10-3,d20+2,d8+2.  Init, ToHit, Dmg (modifiers)

Camilla leaps from the shadows of the dense thicket, bringing her crossbow to bear.  She aims for a razorclaw and releases a bolt.

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Camilla rolled 4,20,6 using d10-3,d20+3,d6.  Init, ToHit, Dmg (modified)

Durwe moves to meet another of the birds with his sword.

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Durwe rolled 8,8,10 using d10,d20+3,d8+3.  ToHit, Dmg (modified)

Val goes for the next one, and hits nothing but air!

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15:38, Today: Valeros rolled 6 using 1d20+4.  to hit.
15:38, Today: Valeros rolled 3 using 1d10.  initiative.

[Private to Valeros: added the hard rule between IC and OOC]
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Duivelssmak lets out a piercing (if somewhat effeminate) shriek as he swings at the nearest razorclaw.

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22:01, Today: Duivelssmak rolled 5 using 1d6+1.  Damage?
22:00, Today: Duivelssmak rolled 7 using 1d20+1.  To hit.
22:00, Today: Duivelssmak rolled 5 using 1d10.  Initiative.

[Private to Duivelssmak: added the hard rule between IC and OOC]
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Finn thinks about it for a moment. It was probably the cloak, some sort of of illusion maybe like invisibility. If the Hobgoblin had to hold his cloak closed then he couldn't fire his bow or use the pendant around his neck to order the birds to attack. It would have to appear in order to attack. Now we have to find about where it is.

Detect magic would not see through an illusion.  He looked to the grass that was under its feet, looking for movement or footprints. Responding to any plant movement or hearing a sound closer than 20 yards away from the direction of the monostary he would cast his 'Color Spray' spell, hoping to hit the area the Hobgoblin was in.

If the hobgobling got the drop on him and the birds attacked he would cast it without getting Alaion in the blast (if possible).

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OOC:
03:17, Today: Finn rolled 3,5 using 1d10-1,1d6.  Colour spray1: Init,# of targets.


[Private to Finn: added the hard rule between IC and OOC]
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With no shortage of targets around him, Aramil picks one and applies his sword as a solution.

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23:19, Today: Aramil rolled 3 using 1d10.  initiative.
23:19, Today: Aramil rolled 14 using 1d20+2.  attack roll, sword.
23:19, Today: Aramil rolled 7 using 1d8+2.  dmg.

[Private to Aramil: added the hard rule between IC and OOC]
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Daniella held her place in the shadows and lent her bow to overwatch the group. She did not shoot in the direction the fighters of her group were spilling into the small clearing from, to keep them from friendly fire.

Instead the rouge held her shot until it was needed, if something other than birds descended on them or her group needed coverfire more than caution.

Xune draws her longsword and attacks one of the birds coming after her!

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22:48, Today: Xune rolled 7 using 1d10-1.  Initiative.
22:48, Today: Xune rolled 12 using 1d20+1.  To Hit (Base THAC0 19, STR 14, +1 sword, so this should actually be a 13)
22:50, Today: Xune rolled 5 using 1d8+2.  Damage.

[Private to Xune: added the hard rule between IC and OOC]
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"Bah! Nasty creatures!" Thardhrom says, walking out into the small clearing. His shield is held high and if he can approach one or is attacked, he will bash the Light from it's miserable existence.

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Thardhrom, rolled 2,18,6 using D20-1,d20+1,d6+1.  Init, ToHit, Dmg.

Myshra cowers near a brush, keeping out of the fighting. She grips her mace tightly in case one attacks her. If it does, she will swing at it.

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(JIC) Myshra, rolled 11,14,7 using D10+1,d20+1,d6+1.  Init, ToHit, Dmg.

Lamai smiles with elation. The others will be pleased with her. They will all have meat aplenty tonight.  Lamai slithers to the kobold lying on the ground, too stunned to react. Blood gushes from its ears. She takes the dagger and expertly ends the kobolds life with one quick stroke. She does the same with the inert,  flopping razorclaw. She has never eaten one, but it should taste much like any other flier she has killed, and there is much more meat to it. With that done, she begins prepping the kobold.

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Lamai, rolled 16 using 1d20.  Skill - skinning

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COMBAT ROUND TWO

Loki growls lowly with a bristled back as Alaion and Finn search the clearing for the hobgoblin. The cloaked hobgoblin moves and both Alaion and Finn can then see him. In fact, it seems odd they did not notice him out in the open like that. Now that their eyes were upon him, he was very noticeable. His bow is at the ready, sixty yards away, carefully backing towards the monastery, staring intently at all of the line of woods. The cawing continues in the trees north of the two companion's position. They still have no idea what the source of the shrieking noise was. The hobgoblin turns his head and shouts something at the monastery.

Meanwhile elsewhere...

A razor swoops from the air, diving at Elmona. She knocks it away, but not before being damaged by the attack. As it tries to gain altitude, Elmona brings her bow up and releases an arrow. It grazes the fowl,  but does not kill it.

A razor flicks its beak at Valeros' face but misses by a wide margin as the warrior ducks.

Aramil strikes one from the air as it dives for him.

Camilla takes one from the air with her crossbow as it dives for Duivelssmak. Duivelssmak is then left without a target.

Thorgwain, in the middle of the small clearing, slashes with his sword and cleaves a razor from the air as it flounders in the air from being wounded by elmona's arrow. Both halves flop to the ground in a flurry of feathers.

A razor swoops down, delivering a savage cut on Aramil's face. Xune steps in and cleaves that razor from the air.

Valeros and Duivelssmak attempt to hit the remaining razor, but it gains altitude and disappears among the limbs of the trees, heading back toward the monastery.

At the monastery the hobgoblin reaches the crumbled wall, still watching the line of woods. He knows what is out there. He heard them. Was it just one? A sound alerts him to the line of woods more south. He stares in that direction for a long moment before finally turning away. Three kobolds appear, two with spears and the third appearing to Finn and Alaion as some sort of shaman or witch.

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End of combat rounds. Good job guys!


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"Aye, a good fight." Thardhrom says, watching the last razor flit through branches westward. He grips his mace, then walks into the foliage to the west looking forthe kid, if it even is a kid. Who knows? Elves look like they're in their twenties when they are hundreds of years old. And dwarves look grizzled and ancient when they are fairly young.

"Lamai!" He calls out quietly.

Durwe looks at Camilla. "Nice shot Cami." He says, glancing at the razor she shot down.

"Where is Dani?" He asks.

"Aye brothah. 's good ta get tha blood ah flow'n again." Thorgwain replies to Thardhrom. He wipes the blood from his sword and sheathes it. He gives Cami a coy look. "Wha 'n Moradin's beard be tha reason yeh two ah go 'n run off wi naught a plan eh?"

Valeros takes the time to properly stow the crossbow, then takes up his spear and shield. "Nice job everyone, now, I think that loud noise was Lamai, if you recall the noise her 'mother' made against the lizards. Let's find her. Is everyone okay?"

Camilla, much to her chagrin, smirks. "We had a plan. Scout the perimeter." She answers indignantly, crossing her arms. "Did you see that trap? No? Well, I bet you heard it."

Camilla looks over at the dense thicket. "She's in there."
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"And probably everyone and anything within several hundred yards." Durwe says, looking around nervously. Of course, he knows nothing of the hobgoblin or other kobolds. "We better stay alert. Lets creep to the edge of the woods and see what else was stirred up."

Several yards to the west through some heavy brush is Lamai. She is bent low over a dead kobold, her hands moving deftly at skinning and gutting it. All its armor and gear lies on the other side of it. Lamai is busily pulling the innards away and has made preparatory cuts for pulling the skin from the corpse. Droplets of blood seeps from her small hide satchel. Her mouth and hands are bloody.

As the rest of the companions gather around her, she looks up with a fiery pride evident in her features. She pulls a bloody lump of a heart from her bag and offers it to Thardhrom, who is closest to her.

"فخر المحارب. أكل منه. طازج."
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"Looks like she's sharing with you Thard. She got them both." he said pointing at the dead bird too. A new respect in his eyes, Val nods and smiles to her, showing his approval!

"Yeeuuch." The dwarf sputters, turning away from the offering.

As Thardhrom turns away, Lamai moves and offers the heart to Valeros. He can see where she has already taken a large bite from it.

"المحا رب. أكل منه. طازجفخر" she says.

Elmona fired another arrow. At who... it wasn't clear as it didn't come close to hitting anything

Valeros bows to her, "Thank you Lamai." He takes a small bite and hands it back to her. He did not wish to offend her, but managed not to throw up. It was not his idea of a meal or fun though.

Duivelssmak notices the small heart being passed around like an apple and quickly turns away to conceal his disgust and moral outrage.  Next, he checks the sky in case another flock of bent birds happens to be approaching.  He finds it hard to believe that the danger has passed.  His own heart is beating too quickly; there is too much adrenaline in his veins.  Surely there was more killing to be done.
This message was last edited by the player at 03:42, Tue 04 July 2023.

With the visible threats removed, Daniella continued on her search of the area for traps.


OOC:
Daniella rolled 30 using 1d100.  Find traps.

This message was last edited by the player at 04:15, Tue 04 July 2023.

Alaion looked dumbfounded, concerned about the way the Hobgoblin just disappeared.

[Private to Alaion: edited for storyline consistency.  Alaion does not "see" the others, nor knows the outcome of the fighting with the birds and kobolds.  The others did not see the hobgoblin "disappear", nor knows of his existence until the next scene is written by Hand of Fate.]
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Finn slowly moves behind a large tree, trying to not be noticed. He slowly and quietly casts his 'Detect Magic' spell, thinking the birds noise will cover his slow and careful casting. He then peers towards the Hobgoblin and Kobolds. He concentrates his attention first to the Hobgoblin, then the shaman, then the others.

Recognizing the spell Finn is trying to cast from his days as an apprentice, Alaion moves closer to the mage. "They are out of range Finn." he quietly reminds, hopefully before the spell is cast.

[Private to Alaion: edit changed recognising to recognizing.  edited some sentence structure and added quotes. Alaion does not know the spell Detect Magic, but may have heard it cast before by others. ]
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Myshra recoils at the lamai'nain's wonton flaying of the kobold.  This was not some animal to be killed for sustenance.  Civilized Daoine do not eat other intelligent species.  But this was not a civilized Daoine, but a lamai'nain with a completely different culture.  Still, if the young thing was to be a "part" of their group, she would have to learn some things are not acceptable.

"We cannot allow this." the cleric says to the others, approaching Lamai.

"Lamai" she calls, shaking her head. She looks at the lamai'nain with an icy stare as she points down at the dead kobold with her mace.  "No."   The cleric then points at the dead razor and nods her head, smiling.  "Yes." Myshra takes a piece of dried tuatera meat from her pouch, rips a bite off to chew and holds it up, nodding her head.  "Yes." Then, she points at the kobold's heart in Lamai's hand, shaking her head again with a cold look. "No." Finally, she points her mace at all the other's gathered, shaking her head. "No."
This message was last edited by the player at 12:32, Tue 04 July 2023.

Lamai is pleased when Valeros takes part of the last rite.  Now, the strength of the enemy will be a part of him as well. The blessing of the Mar'lith will also guide them. She puts the remainder of the heart in her pouch, then turns to continue her work flaying the kobold for tender meat now that it was drained and empty of entrails.  She begins to pull away the reptilian skin from the meat beneath when she is interrupted by the dark haired leg walker that she believes might be a shaman.

She is surprised at the shaman's look and follows her gestures. It occurs to her then this shaman is controlling of the others, and is forbidding the rite of conquest to them.  Lamai cocks her head to the side, nodding her understanding. They could not partake in the rite, by order of their god, or by order of the shaman's understanding of her god. If she was to be a part of their group, she would have to follow the will of this matriarch shaman. Lamai glances at the pendant at the shaman's neckline, a stylized bolt of lightning and then understands.  The group of leg walkers were not a warrior's clan, but a religious clan.  A religious clan following a war-like god.

Lamai nods, putting her dagger away.  She would follow them, learning more about their ways.  But, she is sure, they will get very hungry before long.  She looks forlornly at the dead razorclaw, her hunger rebelling at the notion of leaving it there. She turns away and follows the others westward through the foliage, pondering on this war god that does not gather the strength of its enemies unto its followers.

She slithers along quietly, next to the one they call Daniella, watching her intently.

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Lamai rolled 18 using 1d20.  Perception (WIS).... failed!
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2E.4625, 3rd of Gort, Tīwesdæg 1145 hrs, clear skies, 82 degrees

The larger group of companions continue through the forest westward to the edge of the wood. Once past a large deadfall trap hanging from ropes, they can just see the monastery ahead through leaf, vine, and bramble.  They can see that they are across from the crumbled section of the monastery wall on the east side. A hobgoblin is visible sixty yards away from their location.  Behind him are three kobolds, two with spears and one with a gnarled stave decorated with black feathers and a small animal skull affixed atop it. The shaman is dressed in gaudy colored linens, with a heavy bead necklace at his neckline.  Compared to the other kobolds, this one seems more aged with a paler skin coloration. The hobgoblin holds a longbow at the ready.  High above them, five razors circle, their caws echoing.

To the south, forty yards away and unseen by the others, Finn tries to maneuver himself to a position he can see the shaman and the hobgoblin.  He cannot, however, get within range to use his detect magic spell upon them.  Alaion is correct, The distance across the clearing is too great at seventy yards or more.

The companions realize they need a plan.  A strategy.  Something other than just running out there swinging and shooting. Surprise would be beneficial.

Though peering intently at the wooded line of trees, the hobgoblin and kobolds have not yet seen the companions.

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Finn and Alaion do not know the location of the others.
The large group of companions do not know the location of Finn and Alaion.
The hobgoblin and kobolds are unaware of either at the moment.
Razors are flying above the monastery. 

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This message was last edited by the GM at 19:27, Sun 09 July 2023.

"Hmm, anyone have a plan to get closer unobserved?" Val quietly asks the others. "A nice fog or mist maybe?"

Duivelssmak finds some cover and gets behind it.  He wishes he were better prepared for combat, but he still hasn’t had a chance to fully rest.

He glances warily at Lamai.  That one was potential trouble.  He knows he should try to be open-minded, but the rite they had caught her performing was something he considered vile.  He also caught sight of Myshra.  That one had spoken up while he had remained silent.  Perhaps she was the more worthy cleric.  He intended to back her up, if need be.  For now, of course, the main concern was the group of monsters ahead.

"Ideas? Or just charge?" he asks the others quietly.

"I have a flask of fog I bought from that gnome's shop in high market." Camilla offers, trying to be helpful. She bought it for a different purpose, but using to help the group's goals will further secure her trust with others. She glances at Durwe with that thought. Thr elf is looking at her as she speaks, stoic as usual. His emotions hidden behind that elven facade.

"It would obscure an approach for sure. Just gotta get close enough to throw it once opened."

Valeros got a big smile on his face! "That would be great, it would give us concealment to advance, just no cover, they get in a lucky shot, someone might get hit."

" I believe the term is 'geek the mage first'," Dani said flatly as they group noted the group at the monastery looking about, probably for the companions. "That's what the one with the feathers, bones, and bits is, isn't it? Should we have the archers spread out and find vantage points to turn it into a pincushion as our hello? Then using the fog as cover for our melee fighters? How is our blind fighting game?" Keeping her voice low so it didn't carry, but not to a whisper as that tended to carry farther. The thief had aimed the questions at Valeros, as he put himself forth as their leader.

"That my dear, sounds like a great plan. Okay archers, kill the shaman. Can you hit him from here? It's what, about 70 yards? Once he's dead, the rest might not be so bad, except the hobgoblin. Keep an eye out on the birds too." He says quietly to the group.

"Perhaps we should withdraw and find the others. We're not going to be able to do anything just the two of us and the longer we stay the more likely it is we will be spotted."

When the Hobgoblin or its lackies are looking elsewhere Alaion uses the treeline for cover and carefully moves out of line of sight.

ooc To T70-U75-V80
This message was last edited by the player at 11:37, Sun 09 July 2023.

Aramil unslings his longbow and moves to the edge of the wood (i60), keeping to soft cover and hoping he is not seen.  The command has come, fire at the shaman or witchdoctor.  Take him down.  He looks to be just within short range for the longbow.  Now in position, Aramil awaits the others to position and a command to begin firing.

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DM post for Aramil during his Holiday

"A blessing from one or both of your gods might be good about now." Camilla says to the clerics in the group, taking up her crossbow.

She readies a bolt in the crossbow and moves to a position to fire at the shaman (L60) and still have soft cover.  When ready, she waits for a command to fire.  She alos locates and hangs the potion of fog at her belt for easy retrieval, just in case.
This message was last edited by the player at 13:49, Sun 09 July 2023.

When he's sure he and the other two are out of sight and hearing of the Hobgoblin he glances at his companions. If he can't see the others he gives a shrug, otherwise he says, "Wherever the others went, I'm sure they know where we are." he suggests.
This message was last edited by the GM at 13:50, Sun 09 July 2023.

Myshra immediately calls upon the blessings of Heironeous to guard her companions, give them strength and courage and fortitude in the upcoming battle. 

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Casting Bless
This message was last edited by the player at 16:28, Wed 19 July 2023.

Durwe unslings his longbow and readies for the attack.  He nocks an arrow ready to pull when the command to fire comes.  He looks along the line to see if the others are ready.
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Thardhrom takes his sling and a few stones from his pouch.  He moves to a position just inside the wood (M60).  He would have to exit the wood a few feet to twirl the damn thing and get a shot off.  He looks up and down the line, waiting for others to get in position.

Larn removes his sling and a few stones from his pouch and positions himself next to Thardhrom (N60), just inside the line of wood, hoping to be unseen.

Finn follows Alaion's lead

OOC: R65, S70, T75

2E.4625, 3rd of Gort, Tīwesdæg 1150 hrs, clear skies, 82 degrees

At Valeros' command, several of the ranged weapon users in the party move to the edge of the woods, readying themselves for an attack.  Those moving, try to move quietly and remain unseen. There is furtive movement suddenly from the direction of the monastery as the party is finally spotted.  The hobgoblin seems surprised and barks some quick words before disappearing into the crumbled section of the wall.  The two kobolds take up their spears and along with the shaman they hide behind the crumbling walls, peering around at the line of woods.  From somewhere within the courtyard comes the trill of the whistle. It seems a surprise attack on the shaman is no longer possible.  Moments later Razorcclaws begin diving from high above, moving into the canopy of leaves and limb overhead, searching for targets.

Myshra completes her spell and Heironeous graciously blesses each of the companions with fortitude, acuity, and bravery.

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Begin combat rounds.  Any ranged attack at the shaman or kobolds is at hard cover penalty.  The hobgoblin cannot be seen any longer.
A PC can melee attack a razor if it attacks them or a person near them. Ranged weaponry can attack normally at short range.
Make initiative, attack, and damage rolls (JiC) and one save vs DEX (JiC), otherwise I roll the save for you if needed.
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"Shyte, they've seen someone!" Valeros says aloud. "Kill the birds first, they're the immediate threat!" He readies his spear.

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OOC - if any attack him:

11:34, Today: Valeros rolled 9 using 1d6+4.  damage.
11:33, Today: Valeros rolled 12 using 1d20+4.  to hit. Miss
11:33, Today: Valeros rolled 9 using 1d10.  initiative.
Hits AC7 (STR + Bless) for 9 points damage.
This message was last edited by the GM at 16:52, Wed 12 July 2023.

Durwe watches as the razorclaws begin diving toward the trees.  He brings his longbow up and takes shots at the first he sees. 

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Durwe rolled 1,13,1,8,20,5 using d5,d20,d6,d5+5,d20,d6.  Init, ToHit, Dmg - Arrow(s)
Arrow1 Init 1, hits AC5 for one point
Arrow2 Init 8, h6its AC-2 for 5 points OR if a critical hit, does 9 points damage.
This message was last edited by the player at 22:47, Mon 10 July 2023.

Camilla brings her crossbow up and fires a bolt at any razor near her.

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Camilla rolled 4,13,1 using D10,d20,d6.  Init, ToHit, Dmg.
Hits AC3, 1 point
This message was last edited by the player at 22:47, Mon 10 July 2023.

Thardhrom steps from the wood, twirling his sling. He snaps the thong and a rock sails at one of the razorclaws.

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Thardhrom, rolled 9,15,5 using D10,d20,d6.  Init, ToHit, Dmg
Hits AC1 for 5 points

This message was last edited by the player at 22:46, Mon 10 July 2023.

Duivelssmak steps out from cover and waves his mace, taunting the razorclaws.  If one comes for him, he'll give it a taste.

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13:40, Today: Duivelssmak rolled 6 using 1d6+1.  damage.
13:40, Today: Duivelssmak rolled 15 using 1d20+1.  to hit.
13:40, Today: Duivelssmak rolled 2 using 1d10.  init.
Hits AC2 for 6 points damage.

GM Note
+200 XP! You are the first player to actually put a hard rule in their post.
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Aramil brings his longbow up and fires a volley of arrows at the advancing razors.

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Aramil, rolled 6,15,4 using D10,d20,d6.  Init, ToHit, Dmg.
Aramil, rolled 10,15,6 using D10,d20,d6.  Init, ToHit, Dmg.

Arrow1 hits AC2 for 4 points
Arrow2 hits AC2 for 6 points
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Elmona brings up her longbow and fires a volley of arrows at the advancing razorclaws.

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Elmona, rolled 3,6,3 using d10,d20,d6.  ToHit, Dmg (unmodified)
Elmona, rolled 3,2,4 using d10,d20,d6.  Init, ToHit, Dmg (unmodified)

Arrow1 misses
Arrow2 misses

Thorgwain waits for one of the little bastards to fly at or near him.  If it does, he will slash at it with his sword.

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Thorgwain, rolled 6,20,2 using d10,d20,d8.  ToHit, Dmg (unmodified)
Hits AC-4 for 2 points, OR if critical, does 12 points damage.
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Myshra squeals as the birds begin flitting through the leaves and limbs of the trees.  She holds her mace tight, hoping none of them come at her.  If they do, she will swing wildly at them in the hopes of knocking one from the air.

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Myshra, rolled 9,8,3 using d10,d20,d6.  ToHit, Dmg (unmodified)
Myshra misses!

Should one of the fowl creatures attack her, Lamai will counterattack with her stave.

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 Lamai, rolled 4,14,2 using d10,d20,d6.  ToHit, Dmg (unmodified)
Hits AC3 for 2 points.
This message was lightly edited by the player at 22:54, Mon 10 July 2023.

Larn steps with Thorgwain, twirling his sling as well.  He snaps the thong and releases the stone at the flying raptors.

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Larn, rolled 2,9,4 using d10,d20,d4.  ToHit, Dmg (unmodified)
Larn misses!

As the group moved to arms, the thief moved off into the bushes. Knowing her skills lay less in direct confrontation and more in other areas, ones generally more shadowy and subtle, Dani moved away from the group towards a possible approach allowing for that type of contribution.

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Ooc:
Hide in Shadow:  91
Action: Movement
Initiative: 5 (unmodified).
Attack:  19 (unmodified)
Damage: 3 (unmodified)
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Xune attempted to follow Daniella, ducking low and doing what she could to remain out of sight.

Finn hears the razors move from over the monastery into the wood north of him, their caws echoing loudly. He moves north as fast as he can, arriving just south of Lamai and smiles at her.

"The Hobgoblins controls the birds with his pendant. He also seems to have the ability to disappear briefly." He shouts to the group.

If attacked, Finn will defend himself with his dagger, he thinks, hearing the caws get closer.

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OOC: Move from T85 through S80, R80, Q75, P75 to O70.

04:14, Today: Finn rolled 6,1 using d20+2,1d4 ((4,1)).
Moved so last Init, he missed

[Private to Finn: edit to change what Finn hears. ]

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Anticipating the Hobgoblin moved to te left of the entry Alaion scanned the area to his left. Quickly weaving his way to the left of the structure.

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ooc move to 5Z

[Private to GM: as requested.]
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Combat Round One

Finn moves to the north on hearing the change in direction of the screeching raptors. Alaion moves to the left, keeping to the wood to remain unseen. He takes a chance, breaking cover tens of yards south and moves across open ground with a quick gait, crouched low to the ground, hoping he is unseen.

Daniella takes off into the brush circling northward while attempting to keep to the shadows. An impossible task she soon discovers as Xune is hot on her heels, following her closely.

As the avians begin their descent into the trees, Durwe releases an arrow. It strikes the first of the birds, only grazing it and knocking a few feathers loose. That razor drops through the limbs to attack Myshra. The cleric squeals in fright and swings wildly at the black mass of feather and beak in her face. The raptor scrabbles its claws against her shield. Duivelssmak deftly moves to her aid and clubs the raptor off her shield. The bird squawks to the ground where it flops with broken wings, crushed ribs, and a broken leg.

Another razor, attracted to the fighting, or maybe to the squawks of its companion, drops and further attacks the cleric who squeals in more fright, her swinging mace completely ineffectual. Larn moves to aid her and swings at the bird equally ineffectually.

A razor descends from the limbs and leaf above to attack Valeros, but only finds purchase upon his shield. It flies away without any harming, seeking another victim.  As it tries to gain altitude, a bolt from Camilla's crossbow grazes it.

Another comes at Finn as the mage emerges from the brush near Lamai. He shouts a warning to the others just before it attacks. Lamai is quick to strike, smacking the bird with enough force to drive itback into the high limbs to seek another victim.

Elmona brings her bow up, sighting a razor diving at her. She misses the avian and as she grabs another arrow it goes for the elf's eyes. Elmona barely gets her head turned in time, the birds thick beak misses the eye, cracking her skull and cutting a gash across her forehead into her brow as she turns aside. The raptor takes back to the air as she loads her bow. She pulls the bowstring to cheek, her gaze following the quick movements of the raptor. Blood seeps from the wound, blurring her vision. She misses the raptor before losing consciousness and falling sideways into the bushes. The raptor flits into the canopy of the trees.

Aramil releases an arrow. It zips through the limbs, taking the razor Lamai had struck from the air, an arrow stuck through it.

The second razor to have attacked Myshra escapes Larn's blade, but Thorgwain is ready and his blade cuts the raptor in half, the pieces falling to the ground, leaving behind a cloud of black oily feathers.

A raptor flits back and over a limb to attack Durwe, but the agile elf ducks, narrowly avoiding being hit. The bird flies away from him. Durwe brings his bow and quickly sights the raptor in his aim before releasing an arrow. The arrow takes the raptor from the air.

A monstrous roar erupts near Durwe. The elf turns and his eyes widen as the air before him shimmers. Suddenly, in that space, appears a very large black bear. It howls and growls in a rage, spittle flying from its maw, at being torn from wherever it come. Durwe is suddenly overcome by the enrage bear. It rears up and falls into Durwe, following the will of its mind linked summoner unhesitantly. Durwe suffers a claw to his leg and a bite to one arm before he can spin away from it and recover his wits.

Thardhrom moves to help the nearby Valeros. The raptor Camilla grazed with a bolt loses a bit of altitude and a rock from Thardhrom's sling adds to the damage it's already suffered and brings the bird down.

Aramil sets his sights on the last raptor flying away from a failed attack on Durwe. The arrow he releases strikes the avian just beneath the wing and ecits the other side. The raptor hits the ground with a dead thumpf.

At the end of ten seconds all raptors are dead. One enraged bear remains, commanded presumably by the summoner hidden beyond the crumbled wall. Elmona lies within some brush, bleeding out

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Begin combat round two. If you are not one square away from the bear, you must move first then attack. State your intended grid spot attacking from. Ranged missile fire possible with soft cover penalty, but friendly fire possible with a miss.

Durwe     -2 arrows
Larn      -1 bullet
Elmona    -2 arrows
Aramil    -2 arrows
Camilla   -1 quarrel
Thardhrom -1 stone

M1 - attacking
K1 - cover
S1 - cover
K2 - cover
H1 - unknown

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"Help Elmona Duiv! She's down!" Val sticks his spear into the bear as far as he can, trying to save Durwe!

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18:29, Today: Valeros rolled 9 using 1d6+4.  damage.
18:29, Today: Valeros rolled 15 using 1d20+4.  to hit.
18:28, Today: Valeros rolled 7 using 1d10.  initiative.

[Private to Valeros: edit changed Duiv to Durwe.]
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Quietly giving thanks to Corellian Larethian's  guidance, Alaion carefully zig zags his way towards the wall accompanied by Loki.

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ooc along the 05/10 column ending at 05-S where he searches for a gap in the wall he can peer through.

[Private to Alaion: edit to add posting guideline format for ooc.]
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Dani noticed her shadow right away, but did not think it was such a bad thing. Hearing the shreaks, howls, and shouts back where they had left the main group caused the thief to clench her teeth and increase her pace to the goal, keeping her bow at the ready to execute her plan or defend them.

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Ooc:
Hide in Shadow: 60 (unmodified)
Attack: 20 (unmodified)
Damage: 4 (unmodified)

[Private to Daniella: what is her goal? The corner of the building?]
This message was last edited by the GM at 11:29, Thu 13 July 2023.

Duivelssmak dives into the bushes after Elmona.  When he finds her, he attempts to heal her.

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01:44, Today: Duivelssmak rolled 7 using 1d4+4.  Cure light wounds.
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Durwe backs away from the bear, trying to keep it at bay with his shield. He can feel the power behind the 400 lb. Bear as it slashes against his shield. His sword arm is injured, but the elf clenches his teeth and bravely attacks with his sword.

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Durwe rolled 4,16,7 using D10,d20,d8 with rolls of 4,16,7.  Init, ToHit, Dmg (unmodified)

Seeing no more of the flying nasties, Thardhrom moves to help the elf against this new threat. He pockets the sling and remainder of stones to take up his mace. He brings his shield around and flanks the bear to his rear to attack.

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Thardhrom rolled 14,5 using d20,d8 with rolls of 14,5. ToHit, Dmg (unmodified).
Hits AC3 for 7 points damage.
Movement to J60, lose initiative

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Thorgwain flanks Valeros, moving behind and around him to get at the bear with his sword.

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Movement to L65, loss of initiative
Thorgwain rolled 3,4 using d20,d8 with rolls of 3,4.  Init, ToHit, Dmg (unmodified).
Misses!
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Xune tucked in close to Daniella. "All right; what's the plan?" She said, her voice quiet, barely above a whisper.

Just as quietly Daniella replied to the shadowy compatriot,  "You see up there where the wall looks crumbled at the corner? We are aiming for that. While they are distracted by our friends back there we will try to get a clear shot from an unexpected angle.
Or at the least surprise them and make them think they are surrounded.

Hopefully  Camila will get a chance to use the fog if we fail to flush them out." Dani ended with a shrug. It may not be the best plan, but it was what she had.

"Keep your eyes open for traps or more reinforcments." she added doing the same.

Xune nodded quietly, understanding Daniella's plan. Eyes wide, the dark elf kept her position in tight behind the thief and prepared to move.

Finn moved to the treeline.  He would attack with his dagger if required.

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03:12, Today: Finn rolled 17,1 using d20,d4 ((17,1)).

Movement to F70, lose initiative
 
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Myshra brushes black oily feathers from her armor and tries to compose herself. She hears the roar of the bear that she can barely see through the foliage and a new fear wells within her, not just of the bear but for the safety of her companions. Clenching her teeth, she grips her mace and moves to better see what is happening, preferably from behind a tree.

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Movement to M70, where thardhrom is moving from, lose initiative
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Larn rushes to the aid of Durwe, pocketing his sling and drawing sword as he approaches the enraged carnivore.  Settling to a position of it's southwest flank, Larn attacks when the bear is distracted by the other fighters.

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Larn rolled 6,3,8 using d10,d20,d8.  Init, ToHit, Dmg (unmodified)
Larn hits AC13 for 8 points.
Movement to L60, lose initiativce
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Aramil slings his bow and draws his sword to attack the bear.  He steps in with a lunging blade.

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Aramil, rolled 2,20,8 using d10-1,d20+2,d8+2.  Init, ToHit, Dmg (modified)

Lamai is quick to follow Finn, slithering through the brush right behind him to stand at his side near the tree line.

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Movement to G70

COMBAT ROUND TWO

[Private to Xune: Daniella: Daniella, followed closely by Xune, move off to the west, crouching low and keeping to the shadow where they can and hoping the fighting to the south is a distraction from the detection of their movements.  The two reach the corner of the building where there is a crumbled section of the wall.  Stones litter the ground around a hole in the wall and portions of the ceiling have fallen in.  The corner of the building once was a thirty foot square room. Any indication of what this room might have been is long erased with time.  An open doorway, or what is left of one can be seen.  On the other side of that short span of still standing wall is a broken statue, pieces of it strewn around the base. It stands at the end of what appears to be a hallway.  Movement is detected ahead behind the short section of standing wall, among the boulders and broken wall as the two clamber over rocks and boulders, hoping to be quiet.  A voice resonates with chanting and the rattling of bones.

[Private to Alaion: Alaion and Loki, crouching low move north to the walls of the courtyard seen earlier. Weeds and wild thorn plants run rampant across the field leading up to the place, leaving only the slightest indication of the path that ends at the ruined front doors. Beyond those doors, an overgrown yard sits in shadow. The path passes between a pair of old stone statues. While one of them is little more than rubble, the other is relatively intact. The 5-foot tall statue is incredibly worn but it can still be made out as a dwarf holding aloft a great stone hammer. Moss and creeper vines cover most of its surface. Tall grasses and chunks of stone debris have all but overtaken the small courtyard yard beyond the ruined gates. Off to one side, a wooden stable has collapsed into a mound of rotting timbers and moldy straw. ]

Aramil is quick to step in and his blade pierces the hide of the animal in the side. At the same time, one of the kobold spearmen steps from behind the wall and hurls a spear.  It lands short of hitting Larn in the back by several feet.  Durwe brings his sword to bear (ha, a pun), delivering a powerful slash into the bear's neckline.  The bear now distracted by these attacks, misses a clawed rake with both claws at Valeros and rears back, twisting back at Durwe.  Durwe is knocked off guard and the bear's great maw comes down on his shoulder and neck, biting through the links of chain, piercing the soft flesh and breaking bone. Blood gushes from the wound around the bear's jowl.  The bear twists his head to the side in a powerful shake, taking Durwe with it.  The elf is flung to the ground several feet away, where he rolls to a stop, unmoving.

Valeros steps in with his magical spear, delivering a mortal blow to the animal's neck.  The spear breaks through flesh and bone and into the bear's neck spine from the back and instantly paralyzes the animal.  It gnashes its teeth and howls in rage and pain, unable to move anything below its neck.  Thardhrom steps in and lands a blow to it's head, putting the animal out of its misery.

Duivelssmak finds Elmona lying in the brush and calls upon St. Cuthbert's grace.  All of her serious wounds, for the most part, are healed.  The elf isn't a hundred percent well, but she also isn't dying.

Finn makes it to the tree line where he can just barely see the shaman behind the wall holding a totem staff up in the air with one hand, his other reaching to the skies while chanting.

The other kobold steps from behind the other crumbling section of wall and hurls his spear.  It grazes Larn through the side of the torso, the tip cutting a gash in his midsection and stopped by the chainmail shirt in front.  The spear is lodged in an awkward position.

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Begin Combat Round Three

Thardhrom, Thorgwain and Larn currently have no cover and are in the open.
Dani, Xune, and Alaion... please reply with  [Private to GM: (your message here)]  in your next post.

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"Durwe is down! Cleric!" he calls for help. He then turns and heads for the Foundry of Souls, spear at the ready! He looks for the hobgoblin, hoping the others do the rest, "Kill the Shaman! He has to go!"

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Can I get to L40?
(OOC GM response) You can try!
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Alaion scratches Loki behind the ear. "Time to move boy." He says quietly. 

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(OOC) does Alaion hear Valeros's call for help?
(OOC GM reply) Alaion does hear Valeros' call for help!

[Private to GM: Alaion carefully moves through the broken entry. Crossing the area, he moves to the north wall to stand to the right of the door. He listens for sounds of activity.]
This message was last edited by the GM at 13:06, Mon 17 July 2023.

Duivelssmak crawls out of the brush and rushes to Durwe’s aid, kneeling down and using what remains of his divine favor.

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00:13, Today: Duivelssmak rolled 6 using 1d4+4.  Cure light wounds.
This message was last edited by the GM at 13:01, Mon 17 July 2023.

Larn yanks the spear from his chainmail and throws it to the ground.  He glares at the crumbled section of the wall and like Valeros, charges forward to kill the little bastards.

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Movement, lose initiative.
Larn rolled 19,6 using 1d20,1d8.  ToHit, Dmg (unmodified)
Hits AC-2 for 9 points damage.

Impressed with Duiv's quick response, Myshra likewise moves to kneel next to Durwe, but warily keeping an eye on the crumbled section of the wall.  As Duiv is calling on St. Cuthbert to heal, Myshra calls upon Hieroneous for His healing grace, laying her hands upon the elf.

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Myshra rolled 6

Thorgwain brings his shield up and charges forward with the other fighters.  His hatred of the kobolds runs deep and he pumps his little legs to outrun the longer legged of them, not that he could really.

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Movement, lose initiative
Thorgwain rolled 14,1 - ToHit, Dmg (unmodified)
Hits AC4 for 2 points damage

Thardhrom offers a silent prayer after landing the hit that ends the bear's suffering.  He shakes his head, sad that he had to take life instead of healing.  His eyes widen as the air shimmers around the bear and the short hairs on his neck stand.  The bear suddenly disappears, as if Moradin had answered the dwarf's prayer.  Not so, Thardhrom knows.  The bear has simply returned from whence the shaman had summoned it.  As the fighters of the group charge forward, Thardhrom takes a more leisurely pace, watching the wall warily for the shaman.  What would the kobold witchdoctor do next? Thardhrom grips his mace and moves forward behind the fighters, expecting the need for healing to come soon.

Thardhrom spots movement within some crumbled wall to the north.  Nearly the whole corner of the building is gone and within that area he spots Daniella and Xune creeping along the inner wall. To help them remain undetected, the dwarf begins shouting obscenities and threats at the kobolds and shaman while beating his mace against his shield.

"BAHH! YE'S TIME BEH UP YEH BASTAGES!" He shouts at the top of his lungs. "LET THA FIGHT'N BEGIN NOW 'N ERNST! YEH FLEA BITT'N MONGRELS DESERVE WHA YEH GET'N!"

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Movement, lose initiative
Thardhrom rolled 3 using 1d20.  Perception (WIS)
No actions taken.
This message was last edited by the player at 13:45, Mon 17 July 2023.

Finn moves forward with the group, heading towards the wall for its provided cover, hoping that the attention of the kobolds was drawn to the mass of fighters moving in.  The  'Colour Spray' spell was ready and would be cast at the shaman or against any kobolds advancing towards him in melee, so long as he didn't catch any of his compatriots in it.

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Lose initiative
16:26, Today: Finn rolled 6 using 1d6 ((6)).

[Private to Finn: edit changed read to ready.]

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In the shadows of the ruins...

[Private to GM: Xune: Danni turned to whisper to Xune to stay back and cover the hole  in case the hobgoblin or kobolds showed themselves again to throw a spear at their companions.

She moved to tread through the rubble, trying to use caution and check for traps as she moved to get behind the enemy by way of the crumbled hall.

occ:
Move silent 100
Check traps 83
Attack (backstab) 16
Damage 1

Edited to include Xune in the private message.]
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Finn moves forward with the others.  Lamai hesitates, hangs back.  She was instructed to never, ever approach this building.  She wonders why the tall ones are so interested in this place.  She thought at first it was for meat, but she's certain is not for meat now.  A conflict rages within her between loyalty to her new companion and her brood mother's instruction.  What is she to do?  Loyalty wins the day, and Lamai quickly catches up with Finn and the others.  Her scales actually tingle with the anticipation of the upcoming violence.  One thing she could not do was her innate ability.  It could do harm to her companions, and that she does not want. But, if she can get one off by itself...  She grips her weapon tightly, hoping to get a strike or two in before the others cut them down.

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Movement - Lose initiative
Lamai, rolled 4,5 using 1d20,1d6. ToHit, Dmg (unmodified)
Misses.

Aramil remains standing where he is and unslings his longbow.  Without moving, he is still at short range against the target, though they have cover.  It will be more difficult, but not impossible to hit one.  He takes his first arrow and lines it up, waiting for the opportunity to present itself. 

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Aramil, rolled 5,18,2,20,1 using 1d10,1d20,1d6,1d20,1d6.  Init, ToHit, Dmg (unmodified)
Arrow1 hits AC1 for 2 points.
Arrow2 hits AC-1 for 1 point.
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Camilla stays with Aramil and like him, she levels a crossbow at the crumbling wall, aiming for what she could see of the shaman. 

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Camilla rolled 3,12,2 using 1d10,1d20,1d6.  Init, ToHit, Dmg (unmodified).
Missed!

COMBAT ROUND THREE

Alaion darts quickly from the cover of the wall, avoiding the aged dwarven statues and ruined metal gates. He passes beneath the arch and into the courtyard, eyeing the kobolds and shaman ahead to the right at the section of crumbling wall.  His mind registers too late a discoloration in the path before him.  The ground gives way and Alaion falls into a ten foot deep pit set with wooden spikes.  Loki leaps across the pit and turns, yelping with concern for its master and prancing along the edge of the pit as if he would jump in. Lucky for Alaion, his body twists in such a way in the burlap that he falls between spikes but impacts the ground beneath with a grunt inducing thump (-1hp). The burlap tent and lots of grassy sand falls atop him.

Daniella and Xune continue to make their way through the rubble filled room to the south wall.  Xune takes a position within what would have been a a doorway there, and Daniella takes a position at the end of the crumbled section of inner wall.  She further tries to move around a broken female figurative statue there to get behind the shaman. Her foot rolls on a larger rock and a cascade of noise follows as she corrects to keep her footing.  The jig is up as one of the kobolds turns in her direction.  It jabs at her wildly, sparking the tip of the spear off the broken statue and reminding Daniella that footing is very important. Xuen is surprised to see two things. First, there is another, smaller kobold within the courtyard moving back into the doorway to the tower.  Second, she sees Alaion as he takes the plunge into a pit.

Aramil releases his arrow as he sees the kobold clambering to get at Dani.  The arrow strikes the kobold in the back.  The kobold reaches behind him frantically and turns.  As he turns, another arrow takes him in the midsection.  Severely wounded, the kobold scampers limply past the statue  to begin retreating into a hallway beyond, moving right past Xune without seeing her.

Valeros issues commands and charges forward, along with two or three others as Duivelssmak and Myshra begin administering to the still form of Durwe.  Turning the elf face up, they find he is alive, for now, but bleeding out.  Both clerics begin prayers to their respective deities. Valeros, Larn, Thorgwain, Thardhrom, Finn and Lamai charge forward, but soon become mired as the weeds and grasses take hold of their feet and legs, wrapping tightly around them. None are immune to its effect and each is held fast. Finn's spell is ready, but the entanglement area of effect was near to where the bear was killed.  There is still about thirty yards in front of them, and out in the open.  Too far for his spell to have any effect.

The second known kobold takes another spear that leans against the inner wall surface, steps out and hurls it before taking cover again.  The spear takes Larn in the foreleg (-9hp).  The tribesman tumbles on his side to the ground and into the grasses with a broken leg. The weeds and tall grasses overcome him completely. The others are held up to two feet high on their legs, or waists in the case of the dwarves.

The shaman finishes his chanting, holding his gnarly darkwood fetish stave forward.  It rattles with beads and bones, oily black feathers billowing in the wind.  The black eye holes of the animal skull atop it seems ominous and foreboding.  A flaming sword suddenly shimmers into being in front of Valeros.  He is caught off-guard by the appearance of the blade and tries to bring his shield against it, but is too late.  The flaming blade cuts a swath down across his face and into his chest (-8hp), leaving a smoldering path as the long wound is instantly cauterized.  The cauterizing will leave a scar for life, even if magically healed.

Duiv and Myshra complete their prayers, which are answered (+12hp).  Durwe's wounds close and he gives each of them a grateful look as they help him to his feet.

A black shafted arrow zips from somewhere striking Thorgwain (-4hp) in the chest. Thorgwain angrily tries pulling the arrow from his body, but then another suddenly appears next to the first (-5hp).  He swoons on his feet a second, glaring toward the monastery then falls to the side to be swallowed up by the tall grasses.

Daniella regains her footing and slashes at the kobold before moving around the statue to get away from him.  She manages to cut a gash in his arm, a minor wound, as he chases after her with the spear.

At hearing the dog and the trap being sprung behind them at the pit, and the presence of the one circling the statue, the shaman begins chanting again in a more fervent tone.

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Begin Combat Round Four!
Larn and Thorgwain have unknown conditions, they may or may not be dead, as the grasses prevent anyone from really seeing anything more about them.  Range to crumbling wall is thirty yards, or ninety feet.

Cami   -1 quarrel
Arami  -2 arrows

H1 - Unknown
S1 - 1/2 hard cover (-4)
K1 - 1/4 hard cover (-2), wounded arm
K2 - 1/2 hard cover (-4)
K3 - hidden

[Private to GM:
Entangle - 6th round
Bless    - 3rd round
]

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Lamai hisses in anger at the writhing weeds and tall grasses that have wrapped around her serpentine form. She beats at the grasses with her staff, an effort in futility.
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Startled but non-plussed, Xune leaps into action, slashing at the retreating kobold with her sword!

[private to GM:
11:24, Today: Xune rolled 13 using 1d20.  To Hit w/o mods. (+1 STR, +1 sword, Blessed+1)
11:24, Today: Xune rolled 2 using 1d8.  Dmg. (+1 STR)
Hand of Fate, on behalf of Xune, rolled 3 using 1d10.  Initiative (unmodified)

So 16 to hit, 3 damage if relevant.
]
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Valeros pulls against the weeds and hacks them with the axe at his belt!

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[Private to GM: What do I roll?
(GM response) roll normally init, tohit, dmg.]
12:55, Today: Valeros rolled 10 using 1d6+4.  damage.
12:55, Today: Valeros rolled 8 using 1d20+4.  to hit.
12:54, Today: Valeros rolled 8 using 1d10.  initiative.
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Dani presses her attack on the kobold hoping to get to the shaman quickly.

If only the group would have stayed separated so they could have attacked from more directions or at least not turned in to a mob. If only they hadn't tripped the trap in the woods, there were so many of the traps! If only they were better at taking action instead of always reacting.

A sardonic smile twisted the thief's lips, as the litany of if only's flashed at the speed of thought behind her light eyes. The smile was aimed only at herself with the internal chastisement to alter her thinking or she would learn nothing. 'Focus on the now, baby steps, the big picture later.' The blade of her short sword darted at the kobold.

If she survived this encounter there'd be time to look back, evaluate, and learn from past action. That is how one survived, Learn and adapt.

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Ooc:
3 Damage (unmodified).
13 to Attack (unmodified).
(GM rolled) 14:32, Today: Hand of Fate, on behalf of Daniella, rolled 10 using 1d10.  Initiative (unmodified).

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Durwe gets to his feet with the help of Myshra and Duiv. He looks on with worry as those charging forward are caught up in a spell of entanglement.  The fighters have shields, though that doesn't seem to help Thorgwain. Thorgwain slumps into the writhing grasses, two arrows protruding from his chest.  Behind this line of fighters with Durwe is Myshra, Camilla, Duiv, Aramil, and Elmona. Durwe scans the monastery and the woods, searching for the hobber.  Had to be him where the arrows come from.  He comes up empty on results.

"We need to split up! Camilla, Myshra, with me.  You three--" Durwe gestures at Duivelssmak, Aramil, and Elmona to move around the affected grassy area to the right. Dammit, where is Xune, Daniella, and Alaion, Durwe wonders.

Without further delay, he takes off at a run, moving through the grasses and weeds quickly to get to the south wall, hoping that the shaman has not had time to cast another of the entangling spells.  It is a calculated risk.

He will charge through the courtyard gates, hoping to get around on the other side and pose a serious threat to the shaman, or that hobgoblin if he can find him.

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No attack this round as I am sure the distance moving is too great to get an action in as well.  Running is double the movement rate, so Durwe will be able to get around there.  Current movement is 60yds, so 120yds movement this round. 

Myshra shrugs at Duiv and takes off at a run, following close to Durwe.  She is out of mana, but she has her shield and mace. Myshra is no runner, but she easily keeps up with the elf, who's pack seems to be heavier than her own. 

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No actions this round.  Movement rate at 90yds, so 180yds max distance in one round.  Keep pace with Durwe.

Camilla likewise keeps pace with the elf.  She is quite the runner and enjoys it when not under the threat of an arrow in the back.  She easily keeps pace with Durwe.

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Movement 90yds.  180yds possible.  Keep pace with Durwe.
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Thardhrom drops his mace but keeps his shield up after watching Thorgwain drop.  The grass swallows the weapon up as he takes a sling from his pocket with a few stones.  He cannot move, but he certainly can sling a stone at the little buggers!

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Thardhrom rolled -1,14,2 using d10-2,d20+4,d4.  Init, ToHit, Dmg (modified).
Init on a 1  YEAH!
Hits AC5 (DEX+2, Bless+1, Range+1) for 2 points damage.

Duivelssmak draws his mace and runs with Durwe.  His heart beats out a percussive prayer as sweat gushes down his forehead.  If he survives this, he muses, he’ll be in better shape!  The soles of his feet ache inside too-thin boots as they pound the ground.

Finn is frustrated and stymied by the twisting grass.  He got out his sling and aimed at the shaman, attempting to distract him.  Unfortunately he could do nothing to help Valeros.

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12:06, Today: Finn rolled 7,12,5 using 1d10-1,1d20+1,1d4+1 ((8,11,4)).

Aramil frowns at seeing Duiv run off with Durwe. He shrugs, looks at Elmona, then darts north, hoping she will do the same. Rote memory pathways for the magic missile spell  empowered with mana burns to be released. This is forefront in his mind as he runs north then turns back on the monastery without entering the woods. He can see the crumbled corner of the walls and what used to be a room now open to the sky. He can see Xune and Camilla moving within the area. He moves to a postion he can see the shaman.

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Movement
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COMBAT ROUND FOUR

Durwe, Duiv, Myshra, and Cami flank the magicked area of grasses and sprint for the south wall of the monastery. They rush through the open archway, entering the courtyard where they come upon an open pit and immediately and stop. Loki is there at the edge, down on his haunches and looking into the pit expectantly. Alaion is at the bottom of the pit.

Ahead, the courtyard opens up. They can see around the tower's walls. The crumbled section of wall is manned by the shaman, a kobold spearman, and another smaller kobold is seen placing a spear against the wall to join two others already there.

Eyes are drawn to a north doorway at the detection of movement. Xune is seen darting past the doorway, moving to the left and then is gone.

Aramil flanks the area of the entanglement spell, heading around to the north. Alone, he enters the field of crumbled rock and stone, remnants of what was once a room. He catches a glimpse of Xune when she darts into a dark hallway off the destroyed room he finds himself in. He can hear the shaman behind a section of the still standing hallway wall.

Thardhrom's attack with a stone from his sling is successful, hitting the shaman in the head. The shaman's casting is disrupted when the stone cuts a gash across his forehead.

"Ghhhah! ኲናት ኣውጽእዎም!" Tha shaman shouts, wping blood from his face.

Xune passes Dani in the hallway, catching up to the wounded, retreating kobold. The kobold is forced to turn and try to defend himself. It is futile as Xune's kris blade slides between where the breast plate of boiled leather meets the back plate. The blade pierces flesh deeply. The kobold slides off the bloodied blade to the floor, dying with raspy gurggles of quick breaths. It tries crawling forward. Dani puts her blade to the kobold, ending its misery.

Ssswiipf!

An arrow appears in Finn's left leg (-4hp). Before the young mage can react, another arrow hits his the side of his left hip (-5hp). The purplish shimmer of his armor spell dissipates. Now he sees two black feathered arrows stuck in him. The heads exit his flesh, but the arrows remain. Finn's mind becomes muddled and he feels light headed as the poison begins coursing through him, but he soon recovers, experiencing only minor effects as his body fights the effects. He remembers he was about to attack and begins twirling the slung rock above him. The stone sails true to Finn's aim, hitting the shouting shaman in the head, felling it.  The shaman drops from Finn's sight.

Perhaps emboldened by the shaman's earlier shouting, the spear throwing kobold takes another spear from those against the wall, steps out and hurls the spear with all its might. The spear sails outward in a deadly arc. Valeros brings his shield up just in time. The spear clunks against the shield, penetrating the iron-bound surface. On the other side, eight inches of spear tip appears inches from Valeros' face. Normally, he would stand on the shield and pull the spear loose, but considering the entangling grasses, he will have to just leave it stuck for now. Frustrated at that, he attacks the grasses at his feet. The axehead cuts through strands of it successfully and buries the edge into the dirt. Immediately, grasses and weeds writhe, twist, and wrap around the axe nearly up to Valeros' hand, successfully disarming the fighter.

Elmona watches the scene unfold, unsure what to do. She searches for the hobgoblin in the area.

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Begin combat round five...

Thardhrom -1 stone
Finn      -1 stone

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Thardhrom cheers, Take that ye damned shaman! Ye heathen! Ye bastard!

He pulls a new stone from his pouch, loads it into the sling, and hurls it at the kobold. He also strains to see if he can spot the archer.

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14:14, Today: Thardhrom rolled 4,10,1 using d10-2,d20+4,d4.  Init, ToHit, Dmg (modified).
16:51, Today: Thardhrom rolled 4 using 1d20.  Perception.

[Private to Thardhrom: You spot movement, just a shadow mind you, but it was somethin big in the upper story window of the tower.  It is too dark within the tower to see anything, but you are sure you saw something moving, maybe backing away.]
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"Good! The Shaman is down, now, kill the damned archer before he kills us!" Val shouts as he tries to get out of the entanglement and fails utterly, he tries to cut it with his knife!
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Failing to pull any stake from the ground Alaion will try loosening the ground around them, and wiggling them side to side.

Camilla is not surprised to see the pit.  Kobolds love their traps.  But, she is surprised to see Alaion in the bottom of it.  She immediately removes her pack and taking her rope from it, she throws an end into the pit.

"Take the rope Alaion." Camilla says. "We can pull you out or you can walk the wall up and over the edge." 

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20:55, Today: Camilla rolled 2 using 1d20.  STR roll (unmodified) - just in case
20:54, Today: Camilla rolled 10 using 1d10.  Initiative (unmodified)

[Private to Alaion: You will need to make a successful STR check to walk your way up and out.  Otherwise, Camilla will be making the STR check to pull you out of the pit none too gracefully. ]
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Durwe sees the shaman fall to the ground unmoving and the other kobold throw a spear.  He immediately takes a wide stance, throws his hand up and begins muttering, "Taflegryn Hud!"   

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Casting magic missile at the kobold throwing spears.
Durwe rolled 6,5 using 1d10,d4+1.  Initiative and spell damage

Just as he'd wiggled a stake out of the ground he hears Camilla. Glancing up he gives her a nod. Tying the stake with the end of the rope he then clambers out of the pit. Giving Camilla a smile he quickly pulls the rope up and untied the stake. Holdin it out he looks at it. "Does the end look like it's tipped with poison?" he asks those around him while examining it closely.
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Myshra gawks at the elf in the pit for only a moment, then pulls her sling from her pocket when she sees the kobolds.  She loads a stone and takes aim at the spear chucker. 

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Myshra rolled 4,6,3 using 1d10,d20,d4.  Init, ToHit, Dmg (unmodified)

Duivelssmak stands by Durwe, ready to play defense if called upon, or to participate in a charge.  But he waits to see what the others wants to do.

Finn looks to his left, attempting to spot the archer thst had peppered his leg.  Whether it is the long grass or if the shooter had moved away he does not see him.  He thinks his cloak might have something to do with it.

He can do little at this point.  His spells won't reach and he can't afford to make himself a target.  He sways slowly before laying down in the grass, letting its length conceal him from the hobgoblin.

He has to trust those still mobile to finish the job.

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02:54, Today: Finn rolled 2,16 using 1d10-1,1d20 ((3,16)).
Init, Perception


[Private to Finn: Good on ya mate!  I did not see that coming.  Brilliant move, whether it works or not.  +200XP]
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Aramil will attempt circling around a broken statue and what's remaining of an outer hall wall attacking the kobold that throws spears with his sword.

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Movement, lose initiative.
Aramil, rolled 7,9,3 using 1d10-1,d20+1,d6.  Init, ToHit, Dmg (modified)
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Unsure of what to do, Elmona searches the area for the hobgoblin.

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Elmona, rolled 17 using 1d20.  Perception (WIS)

Giving Loki a pat Alaion then spotted the kobolds right of the group.


[Private to Alaion: edit changed goblins to kobolds
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Combat Round Five

"HE'S IN THE TOWER!" Thardhrom shouts, loading his sling with a stone.[Private to Thardhrom: see your last post.]

Aramil clambers over the rocky terrain of the ruined room, eventually rounding the outer wall of the hall to find the kobold in front of him, looking at the elf's sudden appearance and grabbing a spear from against the wall. The spear is one of several. He also spots a smaller kobold that darts into a doorway of the tower structure.

While Duiv waits beside Durwe as the elf begins casting, Camilla throws a rope end into the pit so Alaion can climb out. Camilla braces her feet in a wide stance with the rope around her waist. It's not the first time she has done this.

Finn drops into the grasses and is enveloped quickly, disappearing from visible sight. Lamia seems distraught at his decision and hovers nearby, gawking at the grasses.

Myshra looses a stone at the kobold. The rock breaks against the wall protecting the creature. Thardhrom, likewise, looses a stone at the creature. The stone sails harmlessly through the wall opening.

Dani and Xune have yet to reappear from the hallway.

Durwe releases the magic missile as soon as his casting is complete. He rarely holds it back. The missile streaks from above his shoulder where it appears and strikes the kobold squarely in the chest, piercing its hide before vanishing in a misty vapor.  The kobold slumps against the wall as Aramil suddenly appears from behind the north wall of the courtyard and swings at it with his sword. The sword sails through air where the kobold no longer occupies.

At the doorway, someone, maybe the little kobold, throws a small wooden keg on the stone threshold, breaking it open. Oil splashes all over the entrance threshold and the ground before it. It is ignited from within somehow and flames engulf the entrance. Now, there is no entrance to the tower, save the upstairs windows, or the narrow hole in the eastern wall.

Alaion strains against the rope and with Camilla anchoring him with no help, he carefully  walks up the wall of the pit and over the edge to safety. Above the companions near the pit glass suddenly rains down, followed by a bang. Heavy footfalls can be heard running along the crenelated arch to the shale roofing of the main building as the companions cover to protect theirs heads and faces from falling glass.

Elmona continues to watch, searching for the hobgoblin.

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End of combat...

Thardhrom    -1 stone
Myshra       -1 stone

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Valeros, after losing his axe to the grass, pulled his dagger and attacks the  attacking vegetation!

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13:45, Today: Valeros rolled 6 using 1d4+3.  damage.

13:45, Today: Valeros rolled 14 using 1d20+3.  to hit.

13:45, Today: Valeros rolled 9 using 1d10.  initiative.

Thardhrom twists and turns his hips, held fast by the growth on the ground. “I saw ye I know I did!” he shouts up at the tower window, turning his sling to hurl the next stone up towards whatever he saw in the tower. “By Moradin!”

Whatever it is, Thardhrom is determined the group will fell it. The archer can stay hidden only so long, and the flames plan is only an inconvenience. The goblins are lucky he’s stuck right now…how is he going to get free of this, anyway?

Thardhrom rolled 8,1,1 using d10-2,d20-1,d4.  Init, ToHit, Dmg

[Private to Thardhrom: you have no target.]
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As Finn lay there letting the grass cocoon him in its loving embrace he heard the emotion in Lamai's voice.  He was getting very fond of the young teenager in a paternal way and did not want her to worry.  Although he could no longer see he decided to risk informing her that he was alright.

"Syss-yl-mins-yl." He says softly, quietly; forcing himself to sound and to act calmly. "Bark bark, Twang no see Finn. No see Lamai. Finn and Syss-yl-mins-yl kill twang, bark bark."

The party within the courtyard catch only a glimpse of the hobgoblin as it transitions from the top of the wall to the rooftop followed by a smaller kobold.

Outside the courtyard the lifetime of the entangle spell expires. The grasses and weeds become inert and the only movement is with the force of a light breeze.

Daniella and Xune are in a dark hallway that continues before them until it turns south farther ahead.

Lamia offers a hand to Finn to help him up.

"Yarkss! Yarkss! Noss seess Finnss!" Lamai says, helping Finn get to his feet. "Ssyssylminsyl seess noss kabuldss!"
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Thardhrom picks up his mace where it had been held fast by the entanglement. "Oho, it is good to have my proper weapon back! No more of these ineffective stones...though shooting at mirages is bound to be ineffective..." Thardhrom is grateful the battle is over, but wary of the where the hobgoblin went.

[Private to Thardhrom: Edited the kobold out. You are unaware of the little kobold.]
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Val retrieves his axe and heads for the building, he heard the hobgoblin on the roof! "He's on the roof! Don't let him come down!" he shouts to the others.

Camilla looks at the stake Alaion holds out for her. "Charred. That hardens it." She says. "There's some discoloration too. Might be poison. Do you feel ill?"

The glass shatters and Camilla ducks. She looks up and just does see the little kobold jump to the roof overhead.

"I don't see the hobgoblin." She says, though she may have looked up late.
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Dani found herself with the drow and a dead kobold in a hallway that spread away from them before turning out of sight. The doors caught her attention, "If you want to check the body for anything of value, I'll check the doors and hall. Then we can head back to be sure that shamen is dead."

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(OOC)  If they can hear the shouts and or the walking on the roof passes over them she may follow the sounds instead of returning to the main courtyard.

13:50, Today: Daniella rolled 65 using 1d100.  listen check 3. (hall)
13:50, Today: Daniella rolled 44 using 1d100.  listen check 2.(door)
13:50, Today: Daniella rolled 67 using 1d100.  listen check 1. (door)
13:50, Today: Daniella rolled 41 using 1d100.  check door for traps .
13:50, Today: Daniella rolled 92 using 1d100.  check door for traps .
13:49, Today: Daniella rolled 81 using 1d100.  check for traps in the hallway.
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Duivelssmak waits to see what Durwe chooses to do.  The reason he joined the charge to begin with was in order to back him up, of course.
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"Shyt! I think we lost them!" He mounts the steps into the 'Foundry.' "Alright guys, lets search the dead and the area around here and get ready to go in. I'm sure we'll run into the hobgoblin again! Don't go anywhere by yourself folks, never know what might be lurking about."

Durwe recovers from ducking the falling glass and looks up. He can hear the retreating footfalls on the shale slate roofing of the monastery.

"I dont think we could catch him if we tried. He has a way in up there somewhere. We must be very careful when we enter. Expect reinforcements from below." Durwe says after a moments thought. "Let us check on our friends."

Durwe leads those who would follow to the crumbled section of the wall. There, he meets Aramil with a nod and looks down at the shaman. Then he looks at the flames licking the stone in the doorway. The bottom of the door is burning, but the oil flames are dying down. Greasy black acrid smoke assails the senses.

Valeros appears at the wall. "Larn? Thorgwain? Are they okay?" Durwe asks.
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Valeros follows behind Durwe back to the area of entanglement. "Keep your eyes open folks, kobolds are sneaky critters with traps, and there are more of them in here I'm sure. Who's hurt and needs attention?" he asks of the team.

[Private to Valeros: edited for story continuity.]
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"Light guide us!" Myshra says quickly, leaping over the dead shaman. She runs to check on Thorgwain and Larn, who both went down in the fighting. She find Finn, Elmona, and Lamai gathered. Larn is sitting up, but Thorgwain remains on the ground.

He is dead. Eyes open, fixed and dilated. He didnt die of poison, but bled out in the grasses from two arrow wounds.

"Shyte!" Myshra screams, cursing "Light burn me! I'm so sorry."
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Durwe follows Myshra and comes up beside her kneeling form. He places a hand on her shoulder in empathy, "It's not your fault Myshra. You need to help those you can. Help Larn."

Valeros sees the small gathering and walks over to see what is going on. He sees Larn sitting there with arrows and blood and then to Thorgwain, and he sees he is beyond help. He squeezes Myshra's shoulder in support too and then examines him a moment. "You knew his father didn't you Durwe? Wasn't he with your company? We need to give him a heroes funeral. Collect from the dead what we can use, including Thorgwain. If we survive, we'll give his belongings to his family." His spirit is sapped with the loss of their friend.

"We need to get in cover." Elmona says, still holding her bow at the ready. She eyes the roof warily, not trusting the hobgoblin. "Take an arm Durwe. Take another Valeros. Let's at least get in the trees."

The elf's eyes continue to scan everywhere for movement.
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