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Topic: Nomachron: Blood Moon Rising
Subject: battle: round 1
In the midst of the rolling hills of the Kelder Plains a skirmish had broken out between the filth laden goblins and the would be heroes; the Crimson Blades. Stealth and mage-craft had allowed a pair of adventurers to delve deeper into the camp, while the rest of their guildmates reinforced the rear flank. Now however, soft steps and magical lullabies were traded in for smoke and acrobatics, arrows and steel, claw and spell.
Initiatives:
Alcorel Venomar 22 move -colour spray
Tasso Rontilfellow 21 -holding initiative to match Ellen -failed color spray on wolf
Guh-Amriel 19 -killed goblin 1 -preparing to charge goblin 2
Nine Fox Silent Elm 17 Crows killed goblin 9 -surveying the battlefield / casts entangle
G11 16 -inside the wagon assaulting the woman
G3 15 -throws a javelin at Ellen
Wolf 15-missed bite on Ellen -save vs color spray from Tasso
G5 14 -unconscious/stunned/blinded from colour spray
G10 14 -Flees to large tent sounding alarm
G1 13 -dead from Guh-amriels arrow
Ellenrae Kar'theraen 12 -tumbling past the wolf -drawing sword and engaging a goblin
G6 12 -saved vs colour spray -struck Alcorel
G9 9 -killed by Nine Fox's crow swarm
Xxandra Xanthoros 7 -killed goblin 4
G4 7 saved vs colour spray died to Xxandra
G7 6 -moved by goblin 12
G2 5- moved by goblin 12
G12 3 -readied an action
G8 2 trying to cut themselves free from entanglement
From the south of the camp came Alcorel, his powder blue robes puffed up around his frame as he ran forward, catching the goblins attention as they called out to skewer the strange hopping bird in their native tongue. Reaching a comfortable range he called upon the magical reserves within him and sent forth a vivid cone of clashing colours towards a trio of nearby goblins. The prismatic assault on their senses momentarily set them back, but two of the goblins-much to Alcorel's surprise- shook the stars from their eyes, while the third was knocked unconscious landing unceremoniously and lost in the void of the back of his eyelids.
Tasso, knowing that they had been spotted, was staring down a wolf almost as tall as he was, its snarling maw agape and ravenous teeth snapping as it barked at its pray. The halfling knew that Ellen was as suitable a shield between him and the enemy as any hewn from wood or wrought of steel, plus he wouldn’t have to carry the weight allowing him to work his magic's once more. Ellen mentioned the need to press to the wagon, and Tasso would grant them the cover they required as soon as she made her move. (holding initiative to go with Ellen)
Guh-Amriel had had enough waiting. Her allies were in the thick of things, and her warrior's blood beat faster and stronger as she yearned to spill the blood of her foes. Drawing her mighty bow from her back and knocking an arrow, she picked out the two goblins near the collapsed tent, and let an arrow fly the sheer force of the projectile knocking the goblin's lifeless corpse from its feet, dead before it ever hit the ground. Swapping bow for axes, Guh-Amriel pointed to the next goblin, still stunned by the quick dismissal of its peer, and let it know she was coming for them next.
Also from the back lines came the reassurance of nature's envoy, as Nine Fox's crow swarm continued it's relentless assault against the unprepared goblin. Dozens of pin prick like wounds opened and bled from the poor creature as the crows feasted upon its flesh. The pain was quickly too much for the creature as he succumbed to the swarm, its still body a plentiful perch filled with bounty for the ravenous flock. Nine Fox wasn't finished however, and he summoned the might of Denev to his aid as he coaxed the very earth to answer his call. The grasses and small brush scattered about the clearing, most notably around the wagon began to grow and ensnare all within their grasp.
From inside the wagon, the sound of steel on wood clashed, and the woman's voice shrieked once more. “Get off me foul beast! When my father finds out you laid one grubby finger on me he'll flay the skin from your bones!” More sounds of objects being thrown and dumped about emanate from within, and a duo of goblin laughter met the woman’s threats.
A goblin near the campfire had set his sights on Ellen, the lithe half blood so brazen as to intrude upon their camp. Even as he fumed at the intruders, the brush around his feet crept up and rooted him in place. Tugging against the foiliage and finding it's grip tight around his legs, the short creature hefted his javelin, little more than a sharpened stick often used on wild game, and threw it with all its might at the woman. The toss all things considered was accurate, and Ellen's attention was on the wolf ahead of her, yet somehow the woman had the foresight, the intuition of some inner wisdom to be aware of her surroundings above that of most and with a subtle shift in her body, the javelin sailed under her right arm as her hips shifted to the side, thudding in the dirt at Tasso's feet much to his own surprise.
It seemed as though Ellen and the wolf were locked in a battle of wills, as each stared down the other, assessing their adversary and determining the risk of initiating. The wolf however was the first to strike, it strong rear legs bounding it forward, tearing free from the entanglement that threatened to leash it down. It moved across the short distance to the pair, where it lunged at Ellen maw wide and blood stained teeth leading the assault. The Calastian woman however would make no easy snack, and deftly avoided the wolfs bite, rolling onto her hunched legs, preparing to make her own lunge for the wagon.
One of the new arrivals from the tent realized that they had just entered a maelstrom of confusion and pain as goblin's left and right engaged, and fell victim to the intruders, made a run yelling at the top of its lungs to the back of the camp, towards the large tent nestled away from most of the conflict. :In Goblin: “Master help us! They have come for the she-bitch and bring witchcraft against us!”
Ellen's body coiled on her haunches as every muscle in her form coiled like a snake ready to strike, and as the wolf's bite narrowly missed her recoiling form, she launched herself forward into a tumble, an arm snaking behind her and drawing forth a short sword mid vault, and though she moved with the grace of a feline, she had entered the boundaries of the entanglement spell, a contingency she hadnt prepared for. Her tumble fell short of the wagon, and she abandoned the acrobatics in lieu of saving herself from becoming entangled (10ft from wagon, tumble successful (rolled a 26vs a 25dc as wolf had engaged, and saved vs reflex vs entangle) She was so close to her objective, yet ironically denied by the unknown actions of her own comrade.
Tasso was no left without his shield, for what shield simply rolls away leaving a snarling wolf so close he could feel the heat of the beasts breath, feel the spittle fly from its snapping maw upon his skin. Reacting with his fallback defensive spell, Tasso too let loose a spray of colours in the wolf's face, but the wolf was too focused on the tasty tidbit wavering so close. He ignored the color spray and barked in response, his hunger building.
The two goblins who saved against Alcorel's colour spray turned their sights on the pillowy purveyor of spells. One moved forward and swung at the spellcaster, his crude blade cutting through the flimsy material and drawing a line of blood across Alcorel's middrift. The second snarled, and took a single step foward, before an arrow whizzed past Alcorel and laid the vile creature low. From behind him, Xxandra merely scouted for another target and knocked another arrow to her short bow.
A pair of goblins moved in from the right, avoiding the growing vegetation that was bogging down their movement, and they took up positions closer to the goblin challenged by Guh-Amriel, bolstered by the arrival of more goblins, the other goblin still standing from before, and challenged by the barbarian raised its shield and short sword and prepared for what was to come.
The lone goblin, arms still filled with firewood and entangled beyond a hope of moving to freedom, dropped his load and drew a knife, hacking at the growth that threatened to hold him still, a vulnerable target amidst a growing number of enemies.
(alcorel dropped 4 hp that 's the only affect on pc's that and Ellen is in the entanglement range and will need to reflex again next round)
Posted on 2013-07-10 at 01:56:57.
Edited on 2013-07-10 at 15:36:46 by Kaelyn
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Topic: Nomachron: Blood Moon Rising Q&A
Subject: WORKING ON UPDATE
WILL POST IT TODAY
So many initaitives... 12 goblins + 1 +6 players = weeee!
Posted on 2013-07-09 at 22:24:03.
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Topic: A Single Stone... Q/A
Subject: posted
just got home from work and posted.
Posted on 2013-07-09 at 21:49:37.
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Topic: A Single Stone...
Subject: thoughts and quandries
Ja'aron was mindful of the fragile state of the captives as he ushered them behind the safety of the rocks, and he scanned over the battlefield ahead of him, to see his companions unwavering in their determination to see justice done.
It only occurred to him when he noticed the distinct lack of Ellice that something was wrong. The young girl Hannah had claimed another woman as her mother, and now Ellice was nowhere to be found. The half-blood's ears twitched in tune with the wrenching of his gut.
What if this was nothing more than a hoax, or a trap?"
The initiate knew he had exhausted much of his magical arsenal already, and had but one spell left at his disposal. He watched the Duskarn re-enter the fray, and knew the safety of the captives fell on him. While he did not like the idea of leaving the others behind, the captives were far from being out of danger so he coaxed them onwards, further away from the encampment and on their way back towards Graffton.
Keeping a watchful eye out for anything at all that approached the group as they traveled, Ja'aron approached Esther and inquire about Ellice.
"Ma'am pardon the inquiry in such dire times, but do you know of a woman named Ellice? (describe her physical appearance etc) It was she who fled to Graffton and alerted us of your plight, it was she who mentioned her daughter, Hannah was among the captives and spurred forward the rescue mission. Yet here we have gathered you all and she is nowhere to be found where minutes earlier she was at the clearing with us."
Posted on 2013-07-09 at 21:48:28.
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Topic: A Single Stone... Q/A
Subject: I'll update
when I can.
out of town for 5k run and tournament. expect it tuesdayish I believe. maybe monday if I'm home in time.
Posted on 2013-07-07 at 06:32:11.
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Topic: Nomachron: Blood Moon Rising Q&A
Subject: it's ok
everytime I start writing I get pulled out, and I know Ginafae's on vacation as of tomorrow so I'm not too worried. I'll update soon I promise I've got it well underway I'm just a stickler for making stuff flow properly
Posted on 2013-07-03 at 02:34:46.
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Topic: Happy Birthday Canada!
Subject: lol
one of my fav memories of Ottawa.
Posted on 2013-07-01 at 20:03:07.
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Topic: Happy Birthday Canada!
Subject: lol
well considering the white house was originally a 'rose colour' when we burned it down in ... Pennsylvania I believe it was around in 1812, we fondly remember that day through delicious chocolates sold by the heroine Laura Secord. (it's the name of the chocolate shop) Edifying the American to crossed the border and warned the Natives / the british colonial troops our southern neighbours were coming allowing us to prepare and thusly repel and chase back as deep into the Us as the former white house.
A little history for all.
And now back to celebrating cause we love everyone.
I believe the last proposed canadian white house attack was like 6 years ago when Mike Bullard commetned that a trio of canadian beavers had somehow made it all the way to the white house lawn, and were more stealthy than military forces.. strap c4 to their backs and let em rip.. funny how he went off the air shortly after..
"Puts on tin foil cone hat and looks paranoid at the hidden satellites in the sky*
Posted on 2013-07-01 at 19:51:51.
Edited on 2013-07-01 at 20:02:25 by Kaelyn
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Topic: Happy Birthday Canada!
Subject: oh man
Tek, my friend.. one day when free.. we need to head back to the capital and hunt down a reuban.. just because.. oh the good times 
Happy Canada Day all
Posted on 2013-07-01 at 19:46:59.
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Topic: Nomachron: Blood Moon Rising Q&A
Subject: lol
it's therapeutic
Posted on 2013-07-01 at 19:42:11.
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Topic: Nomachron: Blood Moon Rising Q&A
Subject: lol
edit" F$^&in hell AYEEEEEEE Godless feathered whores of death AYeeeeee sh^& shi* shi*."
I stand corrected.
Posted on 2013-07-01 at 19:36:52.
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Topic: Nomachron: Blood Moon Rising Q&A
Subject: alright
on days off will work on next update today.
The goblins general talk now that they've spotted intruders are all pretty standard " Get thems, and over theres" and "Tell the boss"
the one covered in crows is all like " Ayeeeee!!"
lol
Posted on 2013-07-01 at 19:28:56.
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Topic: Nomachron: Blood Moon Rising Q&A
Subject: answers before work
while the immediate vicinity has I believe 4 goblins and 1 wolf aware of your immediate position, word of mouth nad gestures will certainly alert more.
1 is distracted by Tek's crows
Alcorel X Silent and Guh are all just below the filth pile on the previous map with Tasso and Ellen by the tent between the filth pile and the wagon out on the left hand side some.
It 'is' feasible to smokestick / mist and try to make a run back to the hills or your companions.. Or to try and head headlong into 'snoopie' and then try and use the wagon for cover (though you know at least 1 goblin is now inside the wagon with the owner of the voice)
This is an opportunity to change tactics and plans etc as I figure had I explained what I have at a tabletop game people might change their methods.
Hammer you are well within range of bow shots, and a move / fire would open you up for a charge attack / rage next round right into the think of things if you wanted or as Ginafae commented you could all out run into combat this round and then be good to go next one. choice is yours.
Posted on 2013-06-28 at 17:27:00.
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Topic: A Single Stone... Q/A
Subject: roflmao
have you noticed we run the same schedule for updates and somehow the same mindframe for doing them.. I knew talking on skype last night we both werent gonna get ours done... was so anywhere but where we should have been to write lol. Oh well. today's a new day.
Posted on 2013-06-28 at 12:40:36.
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Topic: Nomachron: Blood Moon Rising
Subject: And battle is joined
From their vantage point atop the hillock plans were made to venture into the goblin camp and aid the owner of the terrified scream. Each member of the crimson blades possessed a fairly unique array of skill sets, and utilizing them best would hopefully end this conflict quickly with few injuries. As was discussed, the halfling Tasso and Ellen were the first to descend, with the others keeping a safe distance of roughly eighty feet behind them.
There was little cover in the middle of the day, in the foothills of the Kelders, but Tasso moved through the pockets of tall grass with a spring in his step, as Ellen picked her way alongside moving with agile grace, till they were well within sight and distant earshot of the goblins gathered round a pile of refuse and decaying remnants of former hunts. The trio of goblins gathered nearby were up in a tizzy, arguing about something neither adventurer could understand, though judging by their raised voices and the thrusting of their weapons in the direction of the camp behind them they were irritated, or excited about something, but reading the body language of something so damn ugly was hard.
Tasso began the infiltration with dipping his fingers into his pouch and retrieving a pinch of fine sand, sprinkling it before him as he invoked the sand man, bidding he lure his enemies into the land of slumber. It is doubtful in this narrator's mind that goblin mothers lulled their children to sleep with a soothing lullaby, but today would prove a different story, as the compulsion to set down their guard and take a brief reprieve overwhelmed their meagre minds. Within moments all three of the wretched things were staring at the backs of their eyelids fast asleep, snoring into the dirt as it cradled their collapse.
With the farthest outlying goblins currently subdued, the signal was given and the others began to move closer to where Tasso and Ellen had started, even as those two moved further into the confines of the camp. Stopping first at the trio of sleeping goblins, Ellen had no qualms about silencing them for good. With their guards nonexistant, it was so simple to slip the blade of a dagger into their exposed necks, so simple to take those lives. Ellen couldn't help but be reminded how fragile life was, though that fleeting thought was quickly replaced by the gratifying feeling having the power over another so completely felt. It was different than fighting to survive, or at the behest of a shadowy figure for coin or favour, this was pure murder plain and simple, and yet, she took to it with no doubt or remorse, for these were not people, they were not worthy of her concern, they were merely obstacles in her way, disease ridden dogs with the need to be put down.
Tasso could not help but see the simple efficiency in which Ellen dispatched the three, and with little more than eye contact, they moved on.
(For those who enjoy the numbers, 3 coup de grace attacks. Dealing 8, 12, 11 damage respectfully)
They moved towards the nearest tent, a crude structure of stitched together fabrics and canvas propped up by branches and an old spear haft. There was only a lone goblin standing in front of it, leaning up against the spear haft, tightening the straps on the rear of a crude wooden shield.
It had worked once, why mess with a tried and true method? Tasso repeated his incantation and lulled the goblin with his cradlesong, the creatures feeble willpower unable to withstand the halflings enchantments. With a yawn the goblin fell into a deep slumber, though his body weight caused him to slip backwards into the tent with a tumble. The canvas tore from the crude bindings and he landed with a thud, and though he still lay fast asleep, movement from under the collapsed tent and a whine-like startled cry broke the until now unhindered approach.
At the sight of the tent collapsing the goblins by the firepit and other nearby tent (CT 1) roused from their own attention on the wagon and preparation for the bonfire, and they pointed and laughed cruelly at the misfortune of their peer. Yipping and hollering and pointing a pair of spears and a short sword in the general direction as they approached. Digging themselves out from under the canvas, another goblin appeared, its dirty features spreading from its squat pig like nose to the tip of its angled ears. Rising to its feet and seeing its sleeping companion so oblivious to the world it kicked the other goblin hard in the side, waking him from his enchanted slumber with a grunt, and causing him to yell at his attacker in the vile goblin tongue. The two of them in their yelling turned pushing match were oblivious to the two strangers in their camp less than a hundred feet away huddled down almost comically in a small untrodden patch of grass.
Meanwhile, the others had come closer, and they too could hear the commotion in the goblin camp, though it was distant and foreign to all but the dark-elf, who understood the nature of the shoving match through the cursing and threats being exchanged.
Though this distraction served as entertainment for roughly half of the encampment, the others were still more concerned with the captive in the wagon, and she shrieked and called for help as the goblins nearby started to crawl up into the wagon, the glint of sun on steel brilliant in the early afternoon. A pair of new goblins emerged from the tent nearby (ct1), and a third pair from the one further back (ct2) the enemy's ranks were swelling, and it was only a matter of time before the stranger in the wagon was no longer toyed with and finally silenced.
As the crimson blades saw the increase in numbers emerging from the smaller tents around the camp, they knew their duo within would be hard pressed were they caught, and the time for action had come.
From the skies came a a flock of tiny birds, almost two dozen of them inbound on wings of night, circling overhead like carrion for the fodder. Not entirely uncommon save for the meticulous way they flew with wings overlapping and in such a tight formation one would think their feathers touched. A goblin spotted the spectacle and shouted, pointing skyward and jumping back and forth from one leg to another in excitement. His enthusiasm only served to distinguish himself as a target, and the swam of crows descended upon him, multiple pecks from tiny beaks and rakes from diminutive talons assaulted the goblin, who shrieked as they overcame him, swarming in and around him, as it desperately tried to fend them off with little success.
With multiple distractions, Tasso and Ellen moved towards the wagon, hoping to intercept any attacks on the helpless within, but they were stopped in their tracks when from behind the wagon stepped forth a dark coloured wolf, its wiry grey fur matted against its back as blotches of blood stained its coat. Its maw bore crimson stained teeth and it sniffed the air, before eliciting a low growl and a bark at Tasso's general direction. This drew more attention from nearby goblins, and though the stealthy pair did their best to stay hidden, with so many eyes scanning for them it was only a matter of moments before one goblin hefted a spear and threw it, its point landing in the dirt mere inches from Ellen. Pointing and shouting in his guttural tongue, battle had been joined.
(Everything prior was leading up to actual initiatives, I will continue with first round actions and then allow you to make further posts and or moves in the q/a I will finish this post after work tonight with first round initiatives and actions. Feel free to post in the Q/a just not here till this is done)
Posted on 2013-06-27 at 22:20:51.
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Topic: A Single Stone...
Subject: a course of action
Ja'aron was huddled by the stones, thankful that Mae had proven so resourceful in her scouting mission. The little critter had become a dear companion to the half-blood, in truth she was more family than any other he had known aside from his mentor back north in the grove.
What would you say if you saw me now mother. Is this the course you would have me take?
Ja'aron listened to other's courses of action and it seemed as though a defensible ring would be formed by the captives after ranged attacks plucked those that they could to thin the ranks.
"The land shuns violence for the sake of violence. Though it bares fruit for the victor who shows prowess in survival, strength in arm and cunning in mind. I know little of combat, but I will lend my strength as able. May we fall upon this rabble like wolves in the night. May the Great Mother guide us to victory."
(Ja'aron will ready actions from behind the safety of the stones.)
Order of Events: cast Shillelagh on staff:
(Wait for original ranged barrage etc / surprise round to happen / cast entangle on the settlement aiming to end the rather large radius just in front of where the captives are (leaving a clear unhindered area between their position and us and encasing most / if not all of the camp)
As the combatants move in to fight, Ja'aron will move in to free prisoners, readying a 'light" spell to blind any who would try to do them harm, trying to quickly usher them out of harms way as best as possible from the relative safety of the stones."
(Enter combat with staff only as a last resort to save prisoners and aiming to knock out not kill if he can help it )
Posted on 2013-06-26 at 20:27:53.
Edited on 2013-06-28 at 05:45:21 by Kaelyn
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Topic: Nomachron: Blood Moon Rising Q&A
Subject: god tied up
posting now.. if I dont finish it tonight I'll definitely finish it tomorrow between shifts.
Posted on 2013-06-26 at 06:34:05.
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Topic: Nomachron: Blood Moon Rising Q&A
Subject: Icarus
...
Posted on 2013-06-25 at 02:25:33.
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Topic: Nomachron: Blood Moon Rising Q&A
Subject: Update
Will come late tonight so people have time for any last minute posta
Posted on 2013-06-24 at 20:15:49.
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Topic: A Single Stone... Q/A
Subject: umm
if I'm reading it right.. a 3rd level priest does have access to 2nd level spells.
Posted on 2013-06-22 at 22:36:45.
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Topic: Nomachron: Blood Moon Rising Q&A
Subject: yes
from your vantage point they are roughly 400 feet ahead/below you
Posted on 2013-06-21 at 00:22:32.
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Topic: Nomachron: Blood Moon Rising Q&A
Subject: quick sketched map on the go.
obviously the G''s are the goblins you know about
Posted on 2013-06-20 at 21:49:51.
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Topic: Nomachron: Blood Moon Rising Q&A
Subject: if the decision is to go down...
is there a marching order, or a plan? I'll put a map up while you discuss.
Posted on 2013-06-20 at 02:55:21.
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Topic: A Single Stone... Q/A
Subject: question
10 yards from where we are lay the captives.. are there any bandits right by them?
would it be possible (I realize someone may notice or spot or what not) for someone to slip in cut the binds and free them? I believe I have access to silence. I could silence the entire area leading up to the captives, so even if they spoke or yelled or said something in surprise noone would hear it or hear whomever approaching or sneaking them out.
I figure this is the part where we're all sitting around the table talking about options.. just as in game we're all hiding behind the rocks doing the same..
Posted on 2013-06-18 at 22:22:25.
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Topic: Nomachron: Blood Moon Rising
Subject: Choices
The sun was high in the midday sky, its warmth unabated by the rolling hills of the Kelder Steppes. There was little in the means of shade, though brush and foliage did grow low here and there; a testament to nature's vitality in lieu of a devastating past. The rushes and grasses would soak in the water beneath the surface, made plentiful from the nearby Blood Basin, and rainfall had thankfully been fairly steady through the transition of spring into summer. The golden wash the sun cast over the world was pleasant, calming, and coupled with the distant sound of chirping birds and other small critters would normally put ones heart at ease.
There hearts of the six gathered round this day however were far from content. The night before had left them injured, confused, and without a decisive leader. With Alanelia Zelphyr still petrified, her pained visage immortalized across her normally fair features the Crimson Blades were left in a state of shocked disarray, and each member handled the bleak situation in their own way. They took time to mourn, show anger, voice their confusion and sorrow, their loyalty and respect for their fallen comrade, and though none possessed the means with which they might save her from her stone prison, all were dedicated to trying to uncover the means to free Nel, to return her to flesh.
They had collected their thoughts, and their things, amongst which lay Nel's own supplies, in which Ellen had discovered a missive of seemingly dire urgency from the Capital of Lave, requesting the help of the Crimson Blades. With little other options, the group had agreed to travel there and see if perhaps there was a connection between this letter and last nights attack. Though the party held no strict marching order, they made their way across the uneven landscape of the Kelder Steppes, making their way for the small town of Ezel to rest and resupply before making the longer journey to Lave. They travelled fairly light, and they made good ground for the first few hours considering they were without mounts. Every now and then Guh-Amriel would stray from their group, seemingly on the hunt for wild boar to fulfil a promise to the halfling Tasso.
Of course the problem with this course lay in the fact that though the barbarian was skilled in both bow and spear, axe and knife, she was not among the finer trackers of her tribe, or among anyone for that matter. Her loud approach to almost everything did little to allow her any element of surprise, and she could not decipher boar tracks from the myriad of other prints and indentations along the route they travelled. Once the proud half elven warrior thought she had definitely found her quarry, only to trounce through the brush like a thundering army of one, to come across the already slain carcass of a small antelope looking beast, it's body already having provided sustenance to something higher up on the food chain, as it had recently been gorged upon by some other feral beast or beasts.
With the sun cresting the overhead veil and Guh Amriel returned to the party after shouts and screams of frustration finally allowed the others to find her amongst the tall grass. It would seem they would be going without their ham this day, much to the dismay of all, particularly the short one. Continuing further towards Ezel, it was estimated they would arrive around dusk if they kept up their pace without further distractions. The group had plenty of time to voice concerns and questions as they travelled, the trip uneventful for the next few hours into the afternoon. It was then, as they came over a rise they spotted it in the distance.
Down in the next valley between the hills was the makings of a bonfire, piled high with timber around a mostly stripped single tree. Gathered around were small makeshift tents of pieced together bits of cloth and support. There were a dozen or so figures moving about that could be seen ,small of stature with skin marked with hues from green to brown and grey. Many carried cruel implements resembling proper weapons, crudely made spears and swords, axes and the like.
It would seem as though you have come across a small goblin encampment. Though its inhabitants do not seem to have yet seen you at your distance of roughly four hundred feet. You can clearly see them milling about the area. Most noticeable however would be remnants of a ransacked wagon, its canvas top shredded and one large wheel obviously shattered. Though more intricate details could not be made out from this distance, clear sight was not required for the party to hear the shrill scream of a woman desperate for her life coming from the area. The goblins around cheered at her terror, and more circled closer to the wagon, as others continued to stoke the fire preparing for an afternoon roast.
OOC: (The party is far enough away to skip this encounter altogether if they decide, otherwise, the option to intervene is yours to make. If you decide to partake in this skirmish I'll include a rough map of the layout.)
If you decide to skip it I'll update as such, and either way we can expect an update as soon as a decision has been made.
Posted on 2013-06-18 at 19:08:53.
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