[Red Hand of Doom] Chapter 1: Something Wicked This Way Comes

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Jeramiahh

The flames wash over the cleric, causing it to stagger, the magic missiles in its back, allowing it to re-balance itself, though it's obviously injured. It lunges for Martel, shouting words of magic, its hand glowing with violet light.

(5 to hit touch attack. >_<)

Lyra's attack misses, though not by much.

Aerynnel easily slays the hobgoblin, shredding it to pieces (seriously, it was dead before the crit, which did more damage than it has HP.) The hellhound narrowly avoids the bite, and coutners with one of its own.

(10 to hit. Sheesh.)

The new band of hobgoblins charge forward, at the nearest foe, which happens to be the direwolf, quickly surrounding it, and striking from all directions.

(3 hits, for a total of 26 damage.)

Lyra's remaining opponent attacks, surprisingly accurate.

(23 to hit, 6 damage.)
I'm not shy. I'm silently stalking my prey.
There are two things that are infinite, the universe and human stupidity, and I'm not quite sure about the first one.

DreadD

Martel easily slithers aside from the cleric's feeble attempt to touch her, scoffing as she scorched him with another blast of flame.  She was aware of the enhance commotion on the opposite side, but spellcasters were dangerous, she would finish this fellow off before heading out to aid with whatever was happening on the other side.

(9 damage, DC 20)

Faeylin

OOC: Lyra uses a Free Action to reply to Tahline. Bluff 21 (9 Roll + 9 Skill Mod + 3 CS), Sense Motive 19 (10 Roll + 6 Skill Mod + 3 CS)



Lyra

Dumb bitch? Crude, but at least she's not very good at hiding her feelings. Lyra frowned at the remark. "Well next time, instead of pretending to help, why don't you get off your tail and actually do it," she yelled back. "Adventurer? Could have fooled me."
"Come into my parlor," said the spider, ever sly.
"I have these sexy, long legs, and I'd love to suck you dry!"


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Faeylin

OOC: Lyra continues to fight defensively, and is going to run away from her hobgoblin, through Cahline and Tahline, and around the carriage from the other side. She flanks the very first hobgoblin on the dire wolf, attacking it. ((Attack: 29 (19 Roll + 12 Base +2 Flanking -4 CE/FD); Damage: 5 (2 Base + 3 SA); AC 22))

Also, Lyra is always acting, so if someone has a high Sense Motive, it makes perfect sense that she might seem fake to them (or as if she's hiding something). I don't mind if each character makes their own decision on whether they buy into her act or not (maybe supported by a high or low Sense Motive skill), and RPs however seems most appropriate for their character. If you really want me to make a Bluff check about something, just ask!




Distracted by her verbal discourse with Tahline, Lyra took another blow from the hobgoblin attacking her. I'm not going to make any friends with those two. Probably best to keep my distance. The Bear. She was a woman before. A druid? Lyra heard the ruckus of the hobgoblin war party as they ganged up on the animal. Their noises were rough and bestial, but she could understand their grunts. They were tearing the dog up, and it sounded like they were quite excited and successful. This is going to hurt, but I have to make an ally somewhere. The bear is much more valuable than...those two.

Lyra slashed at the hobgoblin on her, and then she turned and ran, brushing past where the twins had exited their carriage. "Take care of this for me, would ya?" she yelled to Tahline, as she circled the carriage the other way, coming to the aid of the dog. She jabbed her dagger into the back of the very first hobgoblin she came across. It was so focused on the animal that it never saw her coming. "Leave that poor animal alone," she cried out passionately, and loud enough for the nearby bear to clearly hear.

There was a terrible pain in her side, however, as she lunged forward; the awful wound she'd received earlier began to bleed profusely. It was enough to distract what should have been a lethal blow, turning her strike into a more trivial attack. I really hope this gets the bear's attention, she thought, as the hobgoblins suddenly became aware of Lyra again.
"Come into my parlor," said the spider, ever sly.
"I have these sexy, long legs, and I'd love to suck you dry!"


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Alluistras

Aerynnel and Lakota

Aerynnel flew in a bit of a rage, ripping the hobgoblin to shreds and ripping out its throat, tossing it aside. She raised her head quickly, though, as she sensed her wolf companion was surrounded and being attacked. She let out a blood-curdling roar and charged (assuming there's a clear path) at one of them, blood dripping from her mouth. Standing up on her back feet, she brings one paw down on the hobgoblin, smacking it hard on the side of the head.  Lakota makes an attack on the same hobgoblin, snarling and biting at it.

[Aerynnel -Attack: 27, Damage: 14; Lakota - 22, Damage: 7]

Myrleena

Caline Hunithundlin

I look at things, sigh, and speak to Tahline. "I'll see to our servants, sis.  Call if you need me?"

With that I move to the servants under the speed of my spell, and quickly release a charge of power from my belt to heal the driver, hoping she would live.

((Healing Belt, 1 charge, 7 damage healed.  Ugh, bad roll.))

ShamshielDF

Tahline Hunithundlin

I roll my eyes, facing away from Lyra, even as my tail she alleges I sat upon (as if I would!  It's rather sensitive and, I think, rather cute) makes a rather...uniquely rude gesture in her direction.  I let out an exasperated sigh as she runs past, calling out to me to 'take care of this for me', and turn to see what she is talking about.

I glare for an instant at the hobbo speaking to him in goblin, even as I ready my blade, "do you really want to be here?"  I smile, feinting a blow towards his head before the blade dips like a swallow diving across his midsection.

((Feint: 21; Attack:  31 (rolled 18;crit threat, 21 to confirm), 5 base/15 total for crit + 9 for sneak attack; Sense Motive: 26 vs. Lyra's comments))
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Jeramiahh

Lyra dances around the carriage, stabbing the surprised hobgoblin in the back. The enraged bear follows her, a moment later, the combined attacks of all three sufficient to take it down.

Martel's flames finish off the cleric, who goes down with a pitiful roar.

The tiefling's driver is stabilized, though still unconscious.

The hobgoblin attempts to anticipate Tahline's attack, but fails, and she disembowels him, leaving a bloody mess.

The only foes still remaining, the five hobgoblins, and the hellhound, surrounding the direwolf, launch their attacks on the two large animals, attempting to hack them both apart.

(Three for Lakota, three for Aerynnel. All of the attacks on the wolf miss horribly, and the only relevant attacks on the bear are 19 and 22. 2 on the former, 4 on the latter.)
I'm not shy. I'm silently stalking my prey.
There are two things that are infinite, the universe and human stupidity, and I'm not quite sure about the first one.

DreadD

Martel smiled slightly, darting around the carriage to see the hobgoblins as the swarmed after the...  Bear and wolf?  Naturalistic magic at work, she suspected, if the animals were not just trying to run off.  Hopefully they would prove to be allied, helpful, if not...  They could be dealt with after the hobgoblins.  She reared her head back, loosing another jet of flame over one of the flanks of the battle, careful not to singe those potential allies that were in the middle of the mess.

(12, DC 20)

Faeylin

OOC: Lyra takes a 5-foot-step and moves into a position where she can flank a hobgoblin, and where she's also not completely in the open. Flanking is her priority, though. She makes a full-attack against two separate hobgoblins (or just one if that's all she can flank), no longer fighting defensively. ((Attack: 25 (13 Roll + 10 Base +2 Flanking) & 26 (14 Roll + 10 Base + 2 Flanking); Damage: 17 (2 Base + 15 SA) and 8 (2 Base + 6 SA); AC 18))




Lyra began to breathe again as the bear rushed forward. The odds were once again in her favor. With the massive animal beside her, they could take down the rest of the hobgoblins with ease. More than that, she had guessed right about the wolf being important to the bear. It'll be easy to manipulate her, after this.

Even though the fight seemed to be reaching its sunset, there were still a few brilliant moments left, before the heat was gone. Stepping forward, guarded as she moved, Lyra found a good spot from which to strike. "We're not gonna let you hurt that poor wolf anymore. You're going to pay for what you've done, you monsters!" she screamed, diving forward with an elegant slash of her dagger.

She used her second blade to parry a retaliatory strike, and then spinning, she slashed at the arm of another hobgoblin who had left himself exposed. Like a warm knife in butter. The blade intersected the softness between radius and ulna, using the two lower-arm-bones as guides. She drew her dagger hard through muscle and tendon, before pulling back to safety. She shivered at the thought of the blow and a soft whimper rode out on her next exhale. Now that was sexy!

There was a wave of flame, spreading over the hobgoblins, as the exotic snake-woman joined in. "Now you're really in trouble!" yelled Lyra enthusiastically!
"Come into my parlor," said the spider, ever sly.
"I have these sexy, long legs, and I'd love to suck you dry!"


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Alluistras

Aerynnel and Lakota

Lakota, ever moving, was making it very difficult for any weapons to find connection with her flesh. She snapped and snarled at them, then attacked the hellhound again, attempting to bring it down. Aerynnel brought her full wrath upon two hobgoblins close to her, as she clawed at the one she previously attacked, and bit another within reach.

[Lakota's Attack: 22, Damage: 11; Aerynnel claws the hobgoblin she attacked earlier, Claw Attack to first foe: 15, 25, Damage: 8, 15; Bite attack to second foe: 23, Damage: 22]

Myrleena

Caline Hunithundlin

I mutter under my breath at the evidence that the driver had been hit hard, and move over to treat the guard as well, my hand glowing with another charge as I ask. "You going to be alright?  That was a pretty nasty ambush."

((1 charge from the Healing Belt, 9 points healed))

ShamshielDF

Tahline Hunithundlin

I frown momentarily at the body at my feet and sigh, turning and casually strolling around the other side of the wagon and into sight of the melee.  I smile brightly, gesturing a mock salute to the hobgoblins with my blade.  I speak loudly, but not quite yelling, in goblin, "now that you're leader and his escort have been...tended to, who's next?" 

((Move action to get around carriage, readying action to attack the first enemy into range using combat expertise))
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Jeramiahh

The bear, the rogue, and the wolf work together, and bring down two more hobgoblins, and the hellhound; only three hobgoblins remain, and they're all badly injured.

Several seconds later, the remaining opponents lie dead. Victory!

(We'll be using Medium speed exp; you currently have 23k, 7th level comes at 35k. This battle adds another 2k to that, giving you 25k total. Yay for exp!)
I'm not shy. I'm silently stalking my prey.
There are two things that are infinite, the universe and human stupidity, and I'm not quite sure about the first one.

Myrleena

Caline Hunithundlin

Muttering under my breath, I heal Sylphia some more with my wand, and then heal Christabel a little more, hoping to get her conscious, at least.  Then I look at Sylphia and ask her. "Take Christabel into the cabin to rest.  I'll fix up the wagon, and we can get going.  Sister!  You want to look them over for some compensation for this little fiasco?"

With that I do my best with my minor magics to repair the wagon one bit at a time.

((Eternal Wand of Cure Light Wounds, Healing Belt, and then Mending.  Lots.))

DreadD

Martel sighs, with a nod, scanning over the other travelers.  It was quite the assorted group.  A pair tailed girls, they were...  Peculiar but she was uncertain what they were, or what their qualities were, though they seemed to have some sort of healing magic based on their actions.  They and their driver seemed rather self-contained, which might prove just as well for them, being...  Different as they were was apt to cause them some duress as they traveled, if her own experiences were anything to go on.

She ran a pale blue hand through her black hair as she considered the pair of animals towards the center of the devastation.  A druidic shaman and her companion, likely, the bear and wolf working in tandem.  It reminded her of the shamans from home, a slight twinge of loneliness touching her heart as she reflected how lacking in companionship she had been during this journey.  As well as the unusual characters assembled due to the ambush, she took note of the red-haired human woman, who had initially fled as the combat had begun.  Martel was uncertain what to think of her, she had proved to be a competent warrior, but was her feeling cowardice or pragmatism?  The foes had been quite...  Weak, but at the same time, with their numbers they certainly had the appearance of a possibly overwhelming force, perhaps her temporary retreat had been merely wisdom.

She shook her head, turning from the group slowly.  It was customary to remove valuable tokens and useful objects from fallen foes before burial, to take, literally, some of the foe's strength to increase the tribe's, but here Martel left the tradition alone.  The enemies did not have strength she deemed worthy of taking, and she thought it wise to separate herself from the travelers lest they next chose to believe her a monster, for she suspected her survival would become much more difficult if that were to occur.

ShamshielDF

Tahline Hunithundlin

Apparently the others were...markedly less of a threat than the leader.  I flick my blade to clean it of most of the blood on it and use one of the hobgoblins clothing to wipe it clean before sheathing it and moving to the gruesome task of rummaging through the bodies.  It always reminded me of our birthdays, save that our gifts were on dead bodies rather than living bodies.  Mother always did have such a way with birthdays.

Two bodies stand out in my memory, and hence I head for the leader by the carriage, quickly removing anything of worth from the body and stacking it nearby for sister to investigate for magical potential.  Once done with him I move to the caster.  From thence to any other bodies of opportunity, setting their things next to the wagon and stacking the bodies in their under garments.  A few moments of gathering flammables and clearing a space around the bodies, I reach into my bag and pull a flask of oil, liberally dashing the pile with it.  I pull out a holy symbol of cast silver from under my corset, a delicate 7 pointed star wreathed in smaller thorns, then murmur a quick prayer in celestial over their bodies before turning to the carriage.  "Sis?  Care to..um...'enlighten' the ne'er-do-wells?"

((I'm assuming some time in there for others to scavenge any bodies, but she has her two primary targets.  Once those are done, she'll rummage other bodies until they're done.  Then stack them like cordwood, find some underbrush to add to them, clear anything flammable from the area around the bodies and then set them aflame.  She will remove anyone's hands (not literally!) that get close to the leader, though.  Her kill, grrr!))
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Faeylin


Lyra watched as the snake-woman withdrew. She's strange. Peculiar, even. But she helped us, didn't she? Stepping forward, Lyra sheathed her daggers. "Hello there. I don't know if you can understand me, but thank you," she smiled as she spoke. She seems alone. If there was one thing that caused even a hint of emotion in Lyra, it was that feeling...of not fitting it; not being wanted. She would later tell herself that it wasn't kindness or compassion that led to further words, but perhaps it was. "If you can understand me, won't you stay? Let us tend to your wounds and get to know you? Maybe we have some food to share?" Lyra vaguely remembered the snake-woman speaking before, but she wasn't certain.

She watched as Tahline rummaged over the corpses, but she didn't say anything to the girl. Instead, her eyes moved back to gaze at the bear. "And you? You helped me, didn't you? Your wolf, it...saved me. Are you a person, or an animal, or..." Lyra had seen druids before. They had come to her village when she was just a youth, to herald in the seasons and bless the crops of the farmers who lived there. She had seen the most powerful among them take the shape of wild beasts, and it always amazed her. The woman seemed similar, and though she had a good guess about what she was, Lyra felt that playing dumb might gain her an edge in their introductions.
"Come into my parlor," said the spider, ever sly.
"I have these sexy, long legs, and I'd love to suck you dry!"


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DreadD

Martel blinked, turning slowly to face the other woman, trying to keep the look of...  Disbelief from her face.  Not disbelief that she had been treated somewhat amicably, that had happened a few times in the past, more surprised that the woman seemed to think she couldn't speak common.  She managed to wait until Lyra's back was turn before rolling her eyes, but still had to hesitate for a moment to ensure any sound of...  Distaste or perturbation did not enter her voice.

"I can understand you."

The snake woman spoke firmly, her voice was female, but not especially feminine.  She could not keep a slight sigh from emerging  as she followed the other back.

"And I'm quite capable of providing for myself from these lands, thank you, why, are you in need of assistance?"

Many of those who had approached her seemingly in kindness had proven just to want to try to use her for her particular talents.  Though she was not overly suspicious of the other combatant, Lyra's willingness to flee made Martel wonder if the human woman did not, in fact, truly need aid in her travels.  She would not mind the company for a time, even if it was at the cost of having to spend longer periods hunting or searching for food in the woods, this land was not so wild as to be particularly dangerous, other than the hobgoblins and their kin, it seemed, but not so tamed yet as to have to wilderness to hunt in.  She believed she could manage for herself and another, if it came to that.

Faeylin

Lyra was slightly amused, but she didn't show it. "Umm, no, I think..." and here her eyebrows clearly expressed confusion. "My name is Lyra. You helped us, is all. Wouldn't you like to join us? I mean, I don't know where you live but travelers have got to stick together," and here she giggled, turning up the charm a bit. "I don't know much about your kind. Oh, that's not right, is it? People? I'm sorry, I'm just really new to all this." She put her hands on her hips, and offered the snake-woman another smile. "Anyway, you look like a traveler, and it's easier to make one fire at night instead of two...wanna stick around for a little bit, and see if anyone is headed the same way you are? You know, like...for company?"
"Come into my parlor," said the spider, ever sly.
"I have these sexy, long legs, and I'd love to suck you dry!"


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Alluistras

A fine mist surrounded Aerynnel, and when it cleared, a woman stood there once again. Lakota came up next to Aerynnel, placing her nose in her hand in a gesture of greeting, whimpering in pain and Aerynnel instinctively laid a hand on the wolf's back to soothe her. She didn't show any emotion, one way or another toward any of the others. "I am Aerynnel and this is Lakota," she said.

"Are any of you badly injured?" she called out, before squatting down to assess Lakota's wounds. She watched the teiflings out of the corner of her eye and noted the expediency at which the tailed things were looting the dead. Aerynnel sighed inwardly. Greed is such a disgusting trait. And she frowned as she made a mental note to herself to be wary of those two.

Satisfied that Lakota would live, she stood up again, gazing out over the scene of the ambush. This must have been the intruders she was tracking. At least they would be trespassing no longer.

Myrleena

Caline Hunithundlin

I mutter a bit as I reattach the door, removing splintering, breaks, and char-marks from them as I cast one minor repair spell after another.  I step aside, helping Sylphia take Christabel into the cab.  The girls had been with us through...how many worlds was it at this point?  Was this their second or third?  I shrug as I ask the half-elven warrior. "Is she going to be alright?  Ah, nevermind."

Turning, I glance at the things on the ground, but focus on the piling up of the bodies, pulling out my own holy symbol of silver, identical to Tahline's.  I murmur a soft prayer and snap my fingers, heating some of the oil to the burning point.  After that I turn, nodding to the others, before focusing on Tahline.  My fingers ran over the rents in her clothing, repairing them with a spell as I ask, concerned. "Are you alright, sis?  For a second there I was worried that he was going to kill you.  I mean...if it was dangerous, wouldn't it have been better to surrender?  We could have gotten out a bit later, you know that."

DreadD

Martel stared evenly at the...  Bumbling?  Lyra, resisting another sigh.

"I am Martel of..."

She paushed, and shook her head.

"It doesn't particularly matter, I suppose, you wouldn't be familiar.  Though I do not have any objection to moving on with those who would choose to travel with me, I fear my overland travel lacks...  Haste, I am apt to slow any who accompany me down."

The snake woman paused, considering the druid, looking over towards her.  For all that Aerynnel was a human, she was also something at least somewhat familiar.

"I have journeyed this far on a mission from the elders of my village.  There should be a town of humans somewhere nearby, from what they have told me, and that in the region around it are the seeds of some...  Danger, one that threatened our village as well if it was not stopped.  And so I have ventured from my ancestral home to investigate, but it seems as though the people of the village may well think that I am the danger, based on some of the reactions I've seen so far..."

She paused, seeing if either of the humans were giving her words any weight.

Jeramiahh

The band of thieves seems to have been rather successful. Three out of every four of the standard soldiers carried a potion of Cure Light Wounds, as well as two on the cleric. (11) The leader had a pair of magical short swords, and the cleric's armor is enchanted (2x +1 short sword and +1 Banded mail.) The cleric also had a scroll of Spiritual Weapon. There's also 355gp, distributed amongst the hobgoblins.

For nonmagical items, each of the twelve soldiers had a MW longsword, and a +1 str Composite longbow, as well as MW Studded leather armor on the leader.

Most curious of all, however, is a large, detailed map, found in the leader's possessions. While it's written in Goblin, and poorly spelled at that, it shows the entire Elsir Vale, and describes what looks like a large force, moving from a spot about fifty miles north of the nearby city of Drellin's Ferry, across the entire Vale, to the capitol of Brindol, nearly one hundred miles to the east.

It looks like a very bad thing.
I'm not shy. I'm silently stalking my prey.
There are two things that are infinite, the universe and human stupidity, and I'm not quite sure about the first one.

Faeylin

Lyra listened as Martel spoke, nodding to show she understood. "Well, I'm Lyra. Not from a tribe or anything, but a wanderer, I guess." Lyra quirked her head, as if considering the snake-woman's words. "So trouble? What kind of trouble? I can't imagine that these hobgoblins are that big of a threat...thanks for helping with them, by the way. They could have easily outnumbered and overwhelmed us if you hadn't stepped in and helped." She gave another small laugh, smiling, before she turned to the druid.

"And it's wonderful to meet you, Aerynnel. And your wolf, Lakota too. I'm kind of hurt, but..." and here she clutched a bit at a her side, trying very hard to look as if she were hiding her wound, when in fact she was really just emphasizing it, "...if it's any trouble, don't worry about it. I can probably just give it a few days rest, and it should start to heal. No need to go to any trouble on my behalf. I'm just glad your friend didn't get hurt there. Those goblins seemed really interested in hurting the poor thing."
"Come into my parlor," said the spider, ever sly.
"I have these sexy, long legs, and I'd love to suck you dry!"


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