The arrow zips through the air, piercing the man's heart through his back. His sword falls from his grab as he trips forward, landing on the body of the townsman he just killed.
To the north, you heard a thunderous crack as a blast of lightning strikes the edge of town, and the great winged beast in the sky wheels around to head towards the center of town(slightly towards your position). You can see the ember glow of flames being raised all directions in the distance, and the cries of chaos and pain ring throughout the streets...
Aryniel sprints over to check on the man she just shot, flipping him over roughly by the collar and checking on him, on whether she ever saw this particular one and for any tattoos or distinctive objects being carried. In any occasion, the elf lifts the dead man's shield along with anything interesting and easily carriable. Raising from the spot, the elf looks around and at the terrible shadow fast approaching them, "Quick!" she shouts to the others, "We can't stay out in the open with that thing circling above! Does the tavern have a wine cellar? Or is there any stone building in this town?"
Alkyn assists with the attempts to revive the villager, keeping a wary eye out for more attackers. When they are done he inspects the fallen Raiders, trying to get a sense of who it what they are: Simple thieves, or something more?
He ducks his head when the Dragon appears, and pales a little, his actions taking on greater urgency.
"Feeling a little exposed just at the moment," he says.
While the other two attempt to revive the man, Adem steps deeper into his home. Looking around for signs of anyone else in the building. "Anyone there?" He calls out, gripping onto his and holding it in front of him quarterstaff cautiously.
"I agree, inside. Let me inside please."Ramia says, flinching as the dragon's thunderous roar. She hurries inside the home of the fallen man, moving towards the middle of the room.
The shield Aryniel takes from the fallen marauder has some scuff marks from wear, but is otherwise in good condition for use. It's a simple wooden buckler with a steel umbo, and worn leather straps.
Dragging the body into the home, Sariel's magic has no effect on the already slain townsman. The wound inflicted on him was terrible, and quickly drained him of his lifeforce.
As Alkyn quickly looks over the corpses of the raiders, he finds that some of them were carrying tied linen sacks, A quick peak inside reveals jewelry, fine silverware, and other trinkets totaling (2 x 10 gold) in value. (Roll an Investigationcheck for other discernible details).
Inside the townsman's home you find a spacious living room, with two other closed doors on either side at the far end.
Alkyn grabs the canvas bags, "Looting already? They are confident. Ot stupid."
He looks over the bodies, rummaging rapidly and with practiced speed and thoroughness, trying to find other items of interest, as well as identifying items. "Who are you?" he asks quietly.
Shifting her attention back and forth between the growing shadow outside and the activity inside, Aryniel looks over "Looters? Or something else? What are we up against?" the elf looks back out the window at the dragon and narrows her eyes, "These ones have been too much trouble lately..."
Alkyn doesn't find anything in the way of identifying items on the corpses. They aren't wearing any sort of uniforms, nor do they carry any sort of symbol or tattoo that might mark their organizations. To him, they seemed to be little more than common bandits, though to see them gathered in such force was unheard of.
While Ramia and Adem initially hear nothing...with everyone now inside and the door shut, the sounds of chaos outside are somewhat muffled. From behind the doors of the one rooms you hear a loud creak from the floorboards, and the barest hint of muffled crying.
Aryniel looks frustrated, her eyes darting between the scene outside the window and the fallen raiders. She eventually turns to the others nearby "Whoever these are, they are well-equipped. The townsfolk have no chance to repel them..."she looks the others up and down, trying to ascertain which one of them might be locals but apparently coming to no clear conclusion, "Where's the militia?"
Adem breaks his eyes away from the door to look back at the elven woman, "That's a good question. My guess is holed up somewhere, freaking the hells out like everyone else...Or in the dragon's belly." With that comment, he turns back towards the door and puts his hand on the knob. "We aren't alone in here though..." He says to the others before slowly opening the door. "Hello?"
"Dragons don't actually need that much sus..."Aryniel stops herself before sounding too much like a dragon-nerd and shakes her head, "Nevermind." readying her newfound shield and falling behind Adem to check the door.
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"Just rabble," says Alkyn. "Odd, even," he adds with a faint smile. As Adern's attention moves to the other room, Alkyn retreats into the shadows, skulking crouched along the wall near the doorway trying to be silent and unseen in case something comes out and attacks.
The arrow zips through the air, piercing the man's heart through his back. His sword falls from his grab as he trips forward, landing on the body of the townsman he just killed.
To the north, you heard a thunderous crack as a blast of lightning strikes the edge of town, and the great winged beast in the sky wheels around to head towards the center of town(slightly towards your position). You can see the ember glow of flames being raised all directions in the distance, and the cries of chaos and pain ring throughout the streets...
Out of Combat Initiative.
~Ivory~
Aryniel sprints over to check on the man she just shot, flipping him over roughly by the collar and checking on him, on whether she ever saw this particular one and for any tattoos or distinctive objects being carried. In any occasion, the elf lifts the dead man's shield along with anything interesting and easily carriable. Raising from the spot, the elf looks around and at the terrible shadow fast approaching them, "Quick!" she shouts to the others, "We can't stay out in the open with that thing circling above! Does the tavern have a wine cellar? Or is there any stone building in this town?"
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As our enemy drops, I run up to the townsfolk that was attacked and cast Spare the dying
"Let's hurry inside at least. I hope he had a hiding place." As I drag him into what I suspect is his home. "Please wake up." I say to him.
I tear a piece of cloth from the bottom of my robes and I bandage the townsfolk to stop any excessive bleeding.
Angiro Zenjin - Level 4 Half Elf Cleric (Life Domain)
Diangar Legna - Level 1 Aasimar Cleric (Tempest Domain)
Xerim Phimm - Level 1 Dragonborn Cleric (War Domain)
Sariel Phyll - Level 1 Wood Elf Cleric (Trickery Domain)
Geord Terran - Level 1 Earth Genasi Cleric (Nature Domain)
Af Brazenell - Level 5 Tiefling Cleric (Light Domain)
Rafell Sylmith - Level 1 Pallid Elf (Twilight Domain)
Alkyn assists with the attempts to revive the villager, keeping a wary eye out for more attackers. When they are done he inspects the fallen Raiders, trying to get a sense of who it what they are: Simple thieves, or something more?
He ducks his head when the Dragon appears, and pales a little, his actions taking on greater urgency.
"Feeling a little exposed just at the moment," he says.
While the other two attempt to revive the man, Adem steps deeper into his home. Looking around for signs of anyone else in the building. "Anyone there?" He calls out, gripping onto his and holding it in front of him quarterstaff cautiously.
"I agree, inside. Let me inside please." Ramia says, flinching as the dragon's thunderous roar. She hurries inside the home of the fallen man, moving towards the middle of the room.
Aryniel nods a the others and approaches Sariel to help carry the dead/unconscious man inside, "Let's go, it's not safe here."
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The shield Aryniel takes from the fallen marauder has some scuff marks from wear, but is otherwise in good condition for use. It's a simple wooden buckler with a steel umbo, and worn leather straps.
Dragging the body into the home, Sariel's magic has no effect on the already slain townsman. The wound inflicted on him was terrible, and quickly drained him of his lifeforce.
As Alkyn quickly looks over the corpses of the raiders, he finds that some of them were carrying tied linen sacks, A quick peak inside reveals jewelry, fine silverware, and other trinkets totaling (2 x 10 gold) in value. (Roll an Investigation check for other discernible details).
Inside the townsman's home you find a spacious living room, with two other closed doors on either side at the far end.
(Ramia and Adem Perception checks).
~Ivory~
Alkyn grabs the canvas bags, "Looting already? They are confident. Ot stupid."
He looks over the bodies, rummaging rapidly and with practiced speed and thoroughness, trying to find other items of interest, as well as identifying items. "Who are you?" he asks quietly.
Perception: 10 (finding more stuff, if necessary)
Investigation:24 (making sense of it)
Adem strains his ears as he looks around the room, eyeing the two other doors in particular.
Perception: 9
[OoC: Does it look like the place has been ransacked already?]
Shifting her attention back and forth between the growing shadow outside and the activity inside, Aryniel looks over "Looters? Or something else? What are we up against?" the elf looks back out the window at the dragon and narrows her eyes, "These ones have been too much trouble lately..."
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Ramia follows Adem's gaze to the other doors, lowering her voice. "Do you think someone else is in here?"
Perception: 19
"I hope not." I reply as I lay the townsman. I will shut the door once everyone is in.
I kneel and say a little prayer and find something to cover the body. "What is going on?" I say to myself adrenaline still rushing.
"Let's kill the lights too." I suggest to the others.
Angiro Zenjin - Level 4 Half Elf Cleric (Life Domain)
Diangar Legna - Level 1 Aasimar Cleric (Tempest Domain)
Xerim Phimm - Level 1 Dragonborn Cleric (War Domain)
Sariel Phyll - Level 1 Wood Elf Cleric (Trickery Domain)
Geord Terran - Level 1 Earth Genasi Cleric (Nature Domain)
Af Brazenell - Level 5 Tiefling Cleric (Light Domain)
Rafell Sylmith - Level 1 Pallid Elf (Twilight Domain)
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~Ivory~
Alkyn doesn't find anything in the way of identifying items on the corpses. They aren't wearing any sort of uniforms, nor do they carry any sort of symbol or tattoo that might mark their organizations. To him, they seemed to be little more than common bandits, though to see them gathered in such force was unheard of.
While Ramia and Adem initially hear nothing...with everyone now inside and the door shut, the sounds of chaos outside are somewhat muffled. From behind the doors of the one rooms you hear a loud creak from the floorboards, and the barest hint of muffled crying.
~Ivory~
Aryniel looks frustrated, her eyes darting between the scene outside the window and the fallen raiders. She eventually turns to the others nearby "Whoever these are, they are well-equipped. The townsfolk have no chance to repel them..." she looks the others up and down, trying to ascertain which one of them might be locals but apparently coming to no clear conclusion, "Where's the militia?"
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Adem breaks his eyes away from the door to look back at the elven woman, "That's a good question. My guess is holed up somewhere, freaking the hells out like everyone else...Or in the dragon's belly." With that comment, he turns back towards the door and puts his hand on the knob. "We aren't alone in here though..." He says to the others before slowly opening the door. "Hello?"
"Dragons don't actually need that much sus..." Aryniel stops herself before sounding too much like a dragon-nerd and shakes her head, "Nevermind." readying her newfound shield and falling behind Adem to check the door.
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"Just rabble," says Alkyn. "Odd, even," he adds with a faint smile. As Adern's attention moves to the other room, Alkyn retreats into the shadows, skulking crouched along the wall near the doorway trying to be silent and unseen in case something comes out and attacks.
Stealth: 12
Perception: 12 (listening/watching)
While Alkyn waits he utters a few words and where he crouches now seems to be occupied by a large wooden crate.