With little interest in the battle compared to his companions, Jex pulls hard on Seid's sleeve, always dragging him forwards towards the ravine. Sure, he can't help to take pride in a well placed shortsword strike to sever a knee ligament here, or slit a throat on his way past. He understands the need to keep the miners fighting, and may slash a wrist to avert a would be lethal blow. But ultimately he knows the ragtag band will be no match for the trouble that will come and that he needs to use the cover whilst it lives. He presses forwards, arriving at the ravine first. Smiling as Seid enacts his vision perfectly, he is already gone when the wizard turns to invite him to act. Crossing the bridge in a blur, he takes cover against the temple wall, smirking as the few hobgoblins who saw him look around in desperation, whilst their companions don't even remember what they were looking for. He casts his eyes around, looking for a window or rooftop with a view of the commander in chief, warlord master of goblinoids, soon to be deceased, forgotten, bloodstains on the ground.
Vark runs along with the others looking quite frazzled and out of place. He almost misses his foray into the tunnels, at least then he had a clear directive. Now with no one giving him direction and no obvious or viable way for him to contribute to the current fray, Vark is really just along for the ride. As they close on the bridge and Jex vanishes from sight, Vark notices the squad of armored hobgoblins beginning to charge at them across the bridge. More out of instinct than any tactical planning, Vark begins a low primordial chant. His eyes flash with arcane power, and a thick, fluffy cloud begins to conjure up on the far side of the bridge. The swirling fog expands quickly into a sphere forty feet in diameter, effectively blocking most of the view of the approaching enemies. Once complete, he looks to Val and Seid for guidance. "W-what should we do now?"
Bründir pushes past Vark in a charge to cross the bridge, "Piss or get off th' pot, man!" The dwarf gives an encouraging shove, but leaves Vark to his own decision.
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Characters:
Grishkar Darkmoor, Necromancer of Nerull the Despiser Kelvin Rabbitfoot, Diviner, con artist, always hunting for a good sale Bründir Halfshield, Valor Bard, three-time Sheercleft Drinking Competition Champion, Hometown hero
Vark goes to retort, his feelings clearly hurt by Brundir's brash words. The comment doesn't come though, instead Vark grits his teeth and runs after the dwarf into the fog. The cloud clings to him like a mantle, and the sorcerer practically glides across the bridge completely concealed by the cumulus cloak.
Thurston and Hurrig quickly follow suite, vanishing into the fog after Bründir. The hobgoblins spin about in the thick cloud as they advance, trying to tell drifting shadows from friend and foe. However, even the clanking of Hurrig's armour blends in amongst the muffled noises of their own movement, and when they finally emerge on the other side there is nobody to be found.
Meanwhile, around the rear of the temple, the gathered party slowly approaches the command tent. The hobgoblin captain is speaking with the warlord and a small cadre of honour guard stand watch nearby.
Jex creeps forward, making a dash for the next tent when he sees it is safe. Drawing his bow as he presses his back up next to the tent he takes his time, waiting for the perfect shot on the warlord. He knows there is no space for a mistake here, he applies some of the snake venom to the tip of his arrow, turning back around the corner ready to release...
Bründir pats Seid and Vark, calling them all together, "Look, I've got a few tricks fer a quick surprise, but yer help would do a lot. If they've got a torch, I can smoke'em out. Any ideas from either of ye to scatter'em?"
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Characters:
Grishkar Darkmoor, Necromancer of Nerull the Despiser Kelvin Rabbitfoot, Diviner, con artist, always hunting for a good sale Bründir Halfshield, Valor Bard, three-time Sheercleft Drinking Competition Champion, Hometown hero
"Let Jex do his thing, we cannot go there without being seen. Then we can scatter their brains around the floor. The time for planning and subtle things is gone my friend. People are dying there " the paladin points towards the sound of the battle " and they count on us to cut the head off. Thor will be pleased."
Jex lets out 3 quick breaths. he looks down the shaft of the arrow looking for an opening for a killing shot. The impressive armour looks impenetrable for his measly bow however. Time to get creative . He lowers the bow with a smirk. The warlord has turned out his knee to adjust a strap, leaving a tiny opening in the flexible sections of the plate around the groin. This is going to hurt. He releases the arrow, flying as true as any he has ever let go, even at this, the far end of the effective range of his bow. There is a satisfying grunt as the arrow finds it's mark perfectly between two sections of the armour. The warlord drops of a knee, and Jex sees through his elven eyes the familiar, queezy look of agony in his eyes as the snake venom takes hold. It seems certain the blow was a killing one, but through some sheer feat of will, the warlord snaps off the arrow, forcing himself to his feet where he should be lying dead. Jex backs around the tent into the shadows, out of sight once more, ready to try again. One more like that and this will still be over quickly. Time to go.
Val And Seid quickly follow the others through the heavy fog as the group moves towards this hobgoblin warlord. Val looks about with a grimace, absolutely hating this cowardice feeling, preferring to engage the mass of hobs crossing the bridge, despite the fleeting feeling of fear that twinges in her gut as she recalls the outcome of her last engagement with a large number of those warriors...
Seid follows quietly, silently cursing each time her hears the screams and shouts of pain coming from the Sheercleft militia as they battle for their homes. Each one was likely someone from this town losing life or limb all because some powerful men wanted something beneath this town... Men he had once held in high regard... he looks at these warriors, people who came from all over willing to put their lives on the line for folks many of them likely do not even know. He admired them for this. These were people that could truly make a difference...
As Jex looses his shot, the rest of the team hurries across the gap to hide behind the nearby tent. Most are quick and quiet, but the loud clanking of those in heavy armour draws the attention of the hobgoblin guards, who watch the area warily.
"Tajid sot!" The warlord snarls angrily at his men.
Bründir steps out from his cover and begins pounding his shield with Dumdrengi's hilt. Warlord Lung and his retinue turn to face the dwarf, but the guard pair fall into a stupor. "Sheercleft'll bury ye bastards 'neath stone an' snow!"
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Characters:
Grishkar Darkmoor, Necromancer of Nerull the Despiser Kelvin Rabbitfoot, Diviner, con artist, always hunting for a good sale Bründir Halfshield, Valor Bard, three-time Sheercleft Drinking Competition Champion, Hometown hero
Slightly frustrated at the warlord shaking off what should have been a lethal blow, Jex watches carefully, wanting to take a more direct approach.
Not many people can shake off an arrow through the back of the neck.
As the warlord starts shouting orders, Jex grins. Loud mouth will be your downfall today, you're mine. He releases and the arrow again flies with pinpoint accuracy towards the back of his throat. Jex watches with smug satisfaction in his abilities, until it turns to frustration as some supernatural awareness seems to inspire the warlord to turn as the arrow enters his mouth. Rather than exiting through his throat it now protrudes from his cheek. Howling in pain the warlord bites the arrow to break it, pulling the front away and spitting the feathered shaft onto the ground, saliva turned green from the nasty poison now running through his system.
Jex screws up his face on a mixture of annoyance and determination, stepping back behind the tent, his movements now more silent and fluid than ever before, in perfect attunement with his magical cloak.
Hurrig comes charging out from behind the tent and raises his holy symbol aloft with a deep roar of defiance, summoning a shining hammer of Moradin amongst the hobgoblins. As it materialises, he seizes his crossbow and looses a bolt at Warlord Kung. However, in his fervour the cleric overshoots, and the quarrel sails far overhead.
As it does so, the powerfully built hobgoblin turns, a nasty glint in his eye as it settles on Bründir. The dwarves have drawn his attention with their raucous battle-cries, and the warlord breaks into a jog towards the bard.
He snarls and staggers as Jex's arrows punctures his cheek - only his preternatural reflexes saved him from the assassin's strike. Spitting feathers and blood on the stone, he continues his inexorable charge into battle!
Vark swings around the side of the tent, rushing out into the open and bringing his arms up to unleash a crackling bolt of sorcerous energy towards the warlord. However, his aim is off and the spell earths against the stones with a crackle. Even as the half-orc releases the spell, the wind whips up around him, casting him back away from his foe.
The hobgoblin captain snorts in annoyance and wanders over to the nearest unconscious guard, kicking the unfortunate underling hard in the ribs with his jackbooted foot. He shouts an order at the soldier in goblin, and it scrambles to its feet. The hobgoblin readies its longbow as it heads towards its other ally, and looses an arrow at Hurrig from afar. However, the shot just clatters of of the dwarf's heavy armour.
Meanwhile, Warlord Kung pulls a bottle of dark green glass from a belt pouch and downs the contents with a glug. The wound on his cheek seems to ooze over and he grins nastily at Bründir, before drawing an enormous bastard sword and breaking into a charge.
Kung strikes with his shield first, knocking the dwarf from his feet, before following up with two heavy blows with his blade. Bründir raises his shield in front of him to protect his face, and half of the board is cleaved right off by the first attack in a spray of wooden splinters. The second claps the dwarf around the forehead with the flat of the blade as the powerful hobgoblin searches for purchase around the elven breastplate.
Bründir takes 5 points of bludgeoning damage and 8 points of slashing damage to vigour -> 8/21 Vigour
Val grins as Kung closes the distance and makes her job easier, her breath begins to fog as her eyes glaze over when the icy rage takes hold. Little translucent spirits of ice swirl around her like a personal blizzard as they reinforce her and her companions with a thin, protective layer of frost! She bites her lip against the fiery agony in her stomach as she swings her maul around in a sweeping sideway blow! The head of the massive hammer slams into the plate armor, but Kung backpedals with the blow and only has the wind knocked from him. As Val shifts her balance to maintain control of the weapon, Kung lashes out with his shield. The blindingly fast riposte caught Val by surprise as the shield catches her right in the spot if her injury. She gasps in pain and drop to her knees in agony!
When Val falls to her knees, Seid quickly moves his hands in arcane gestures as four, glowing golden orbs streak out from all around him and quickly streak across the battlefield to slam into Kung. The hobgoblin commander glances up to sneer at Seid as he takes a moment to center himself.
Before Val could regain her footing Thurston drives in with an attack and Kung counterattacks again with a large, sweeping attack. Val drops her head low just as the blade impacts hard with her mithral breastplate, skittering off but leaving a mark as the hard impact leaves behind some bruising...
Thurston charges into battle, screaming his God's name to call on his favor.
"YOU! "he yells to the top of his lungs to the warlord as he approaches " You will dine in Hel tonight I swear it to the Gods. Maybe Thor my witness and lend me his stregth!!"
A distant thunder rumbles in the air as a response to the paladin's word and his hammer start to crackle with small lightings as he approaches. He barely dodges the sword, still moving in the same arc that wounded Val, but he press on and hit the warlord in the chest with his hammer, elevtricity burning the warlords skin and a loud thunder can be heard.
The Warlord staggers and a surprised Thurston moves his arm a little bit. It seems that the force of the impact has left his arm a little bit dumb.
Kun grins and says
"You should had gone for the head..."
Thurston just growls and attack againbut the warlord is faster and this time the paladin feels the edge of the bastard sword crossing his abdomen. Thanks to the elven armour he only grunts. That is going to hurt tomorrow, but now there was no time to lose.
Bründir scrambles on the ground and swings his blade in an attempt to fend off possible reprisal. The warlord is able to step away from the feeble attempt, but the opening gives Bründir a chance to stand again. "I'll give ye a damn head t'go fer!"
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Characters:
Grishkar Darkmoor, Necromancer of Nerull the Despiser Kelvin Rabbitfoot, Diviner, con artist, always hunting for a good sale Bründir Halfshield, Valor Bard, three-time Sheercleft Drinking Competition Champion, Hometown hero
As the warlord runs around to the right, Jex growls in frustration. He breaks into a run, chasing him, determined not to allow his target to escape. Sprinting around the corner he let's off a shot, but has to pull it at the last minute to avoid hitting his friends,instead sending it into the ground harmlessly at Kung's feet. He draws up behind his allies, stowing his bow as he finishes the run and drawing his shortswords ready to strike.
With little interest in the battle compared to his companions, Jex pulls hard on Seid's sleeve, always dragging him forwards towards the ravine. Sure, he can't help to take pride in a well placed shortsword strike to sever a knee ligament here, or slit a throat on his way past. He understands the need to keep the miners fighting, and may slash a wrist to avert a would be lethal blow. But ultimately he knows the ragtag band will be no match for the trouble that will come and that he needs to use the cover whilst it lives. He presses forwards, arriving at the ravine first. Smiling as Seid enacts his vision perfectly, he is already gone when the wizard turns to invite him to act. Crossing the bridge in a blur, he takes cover against the temple wall, smirking as the few hobgoblins who saw him look around in desperation, whilst their companions don't even remember what they were looking for. He casts his eyes around, looking for a window or rooftop with a view of the commander in chief, warlord master of goblinoids, soon to be deceased, forgotten, bloodstains on the ground.
Vark runs along with the others looking quite frazzled and out of place. He almost misses his foray into the tunnels, at least then he had a clear directive. Now with no one giving him direction and no obvious or viable way for him to contribute to the current fray, Vark is really just along for the ride. As they close on the bridge and Jex vanishes from sight, Vark notices the squad of armored hobgoblins beginning to charge at them across the bridge. More out of instinct than any tactical planning, Vark begins a low primordial chant. His eyes flash with arcane power, and a thick, fluffy cloud begins to conjure up on the far side of the bridge. The swirling fog expands quickly into a sphere forty feet in diameter, effectively blocking most of the view of the approaching enemies. Once complete, he looks to Val and Seid for guidance. "W-what should we do now?"
Chronicles of Arden: Sheercleft - Vark Galestone | Half-Orc | Storm Sorcerer
Chronicles of Arden: Hunters - Caio Cypherien | Shadar-Kai | Inquisitor Ranger
Bründir pushes past Vark in a charge to cross the bridge, "Piss or get off th' pot, man!" The dwarf gives an encouraging shove, but leaves Vark to his own decision.
Characters:
Grishkar Darkmoor, Necromancer of Nerull the Despiser
Kelvin Rabbitfoot, Diviner, con artist, always hunting for a good sale
Bründir Halfshield, Valor Bard, three-time Sheercleft Drinking Competition Champion, Hometown hero
Vark goes to retort, his feelings clearly hurt by Brundir's brash words. The comment doesn't come though, instead Vark grits his teeth and runs after the dwarf into the fog. The cloud clings to him like a mantle, and the sorcerer practically glides across the bridge completely concealed by the cumulus cloak.
Chronicles of Arden: Sheercleft - Vark Galestone | Half-Orc | Storm Sorcerer
Chronicles of Arden: Hunters - Caio Cypherien | Shadar-Kai | Inquisitor Ranger
Thurston and Hurrig quickly follow suite, vanishing into the fog after Bründir. The hobgoblins spin about in the thick cloud as they advance, trying to tell drifting shadows from friend and foe. However, even the clanking of Hurrig's armour blends in amongst the muffled noises of their own movement, and when they finally emerge on the other side there is nobody to be found.
Meanwhile, around the rear of the temple, the gathered party slowly approaches the command tent. The hobgoblin captain is speaking with the warlord and a small cadre of honour guard stand watch nearby.
The Chronicles of Arden: Sheercleft - DM for Aiden, Bründir, Jex, Thurston, Valaith and Vark
The Chronicles of Arden: Hunters - DM for Alaris, Astrid, Caio and Shiva
Jex creeps forward, making a dash for the next tent when he sees it is safe. Drawing his bow as he presses his back up next to the tent he takes his time, waiting for the perfect shot on the warlord. He knows there is no space for a mistake here, he applies some of the snake venom to the tip of his arrow, turning back around the corner ready to release...
Just peeking around the corner, Thurston sees the warlord imparting orders.
"You are mine now" he mutters and gets under the cover of the wall again, waiting for the right moment when Jex does his move.
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Bründir pats Seid and Vark, calling them all together, "Look, I've got a few tricks fer a quick surprise, but yer help would do a lot. If they've got a torch, I can smoke'em out. Any ideas from either of ye to scatter'em?"
Characters:
Grishkar Darkmoor, Necromancer of Nerull the Despiser
Kelvin Rabbitfoot, Diviner, con artist, always hunting for a good sale
Bründir Halfshield, Valor Bard, three-time Sheercleft Drinking Competition Champion, Hometown hero
"Let Jex do his thing, we cannot go there without being seen. Then we can scatter their brains around the floor. The time for planning and subtle things is gone my friend. People are dying there " the paladin points towards the sound of the battle " and they count on us to cut the head off. Thor will be pleased."
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Jex lets out 3 quick breaths. he looks down the shaft of the arrow looking for an opening for a killing shot. The impressive armour looks impenetrable for his measly bow however. Time to get creative . He lowers the bow with a smirk. The warlord has turned out his knee to adjust a strap, leaving a tiny opening in the flexible sections of the plate around the groin. This is going to hurt. He releases the arrow, flying as true as any he has ever let go, even at this, the far end of the effective range of his bow. There is a satisfying grunt as the arrow finds it's mark perfectly between two sections of the armour. The warlord drops of a knee, and Jex sees through his elven eyes the familiar, queezy look of agony in his eyes as the snake venom takes hold. It seems certain the blow was a killing one, but through some sheer feat of will, the warlord snaps off the arrow, forcing himself to his feet where he should be lying dead. Jex backs around the tent into the shadows, out of sight once more, ready to try again. One more like that and this will still be over quickly. Time to go.
Val And Seid quickly follow the others through the heavy fog as the group moves towards this hobgoblin warlord. Val looks about with a grimace, absolutely hating this cowardice feeling, preferring to engage the mass of hobs crossing the bridge, despite the fleeting feeling of fear that twinges in her gut as she recalls the outcome of her last engagement with a large number of those warriors...
Seid follows quietly, silently cursing each time her hears the screams and shouts of pain coming from the Sheercleft militia as they battle for their homes. Each one was likely someone from this town losing life or limb all because some powerful men wanted something beneath this town... Men he had once held in high regard... he looks at these warriors, people who came from all over willing to put their lives on the line for folks many of them likely do not even know. He admired them for this. These were people that could truly make a difference...
Valaith "Rimehand" Kalukavi - Chronicles of Arden
As Jex looses his shot, the rest of the team hurries across the gap to hide behind the nearby tent. Most are quick and quiet, but the loud clanking of those in heavy armour draws the attention of the hobgoblin guards, who watch the area warily.
"Tajid sot!" The warlord snarls angrily at his men.
The Chronicles of Arden: Sheercleft - DM for Aiden, Bründir, Jex, Thurston, Valaith and Vark
The Chronicles of Arden: Hunters - DM for Alaris, Astrid, Caio and Shiva
Bründir steps out from his cover and begins pounding his shield with Dumdrengi's hilt. Warlord Lung and his retinue turn to face the dwarf, but the guard pair fall into a stupor. "Sheercleft'll bury ye bastards 'neath stone an' snow!"
Characters:
Grishkar Darkmoor, Necromancer of Nerull the Despiser
Kelvin Rabbitfoot, Diviner, con artist, always hunting for a good sale
Bründir Halfshield, Valor Bard, three-time Sheercleft Drinking Competition Champion, Hometown hero
Slightly frustrated at the warlord shaking off what should have been a lethal blow, Jex watches carefully, wanting to take a more direct approach.
Not many people can shake off an arrow through the back of the neck.
As the warlord starts shouting orders, Jex grins. Loud mouth will be your downfall today, you're mine. He releases and the arrow again flies with pinpoint accuracy towards the back of his throat. Jex watches with smug satisfaction in his abilities, until it turns to frustration as some supernatural awareness seems to inspire the warlord to turn as the arrow enters his mouth. Rather than exiting through his throat it now protrudes from his cheek. Howling in pain the warlord bites the arrow to break it, pulling the front away and spitting the feathered shaft onto the ground, saliva turned green from the nasty poison now running through his system.
Jex screws up his face on a mixture of annoyance and determination, stepping back behind the tent, his movements now more silent and fluid than ever before, in perfect attunement with his magical cloak.
Hurrig comes charging out from behind the tent and raises his holy symbol aloft with a deep roar of defiance, summoning a shining hammer of Moradin amongst the hobgoblins. As it materialises, he seizes his crossbow and looses a bolt at Warlord Kung. However, in his fervour the cleric overshoots, and the quarrel sails far overhead.
As it does so, the powerfully built hobgoblin turns, a nasty glint in his eye as it settles on Bründir. The dwarves have drawn his attention with their raucous battle-cries, and the warlord breaks into a jog towards the bard.
He snarls and staggers as Jex's arrows punctures his cheek - only his preternatural reflexes saved him from the assassin's strike. Spitting feathers and blood on the stone, he continues his inexorable charge into battle!
Vark swings around the side of the tent, rushing out into the open and bringing his arms up to unleash a crackling bolt of sorcerous energy towards the warlord. However, his aim is off and the spell earths against the stones with a crackle. Even as the half-orc releases the spell, the wind whips up around him, casting him back away from his foe.
The hobgoblin captain snorts in annoyance and wanders over to the nearest unconscious guard, kicking the unfortunate underling hard in the ribs with his jackbooted foot. He shouts an order at the soldier in goblin, and it scrambles to its feet. The hobgoblin readies its longbow as it heads towards its other ally, and looses an arrow at Hurrig from afar. However, the shot just clatters of of the dwarf's heavy armour.
Meanwhile, Warlord Kung pulls a bottle of dark green glass from a belt pouch and downs the contents with a glug. The wound on his cheek seems to ooze over and he grins nastily at Bründir, before drawing an enormous bastard sword and breaking into a charge.
Kung strikes with his shield first, knocking the dwarf from his feet, before following up with two heavy blows with his blade. Bründir raises his shield in front of him to protect his face, and half of the board is cleaved right off by the first attack in a spray of wooden splinters. The second claps the dwarf around the forehead with the flat of the blade as the powerful hobgoblin searches for purchase around the elven breastplate.
Bründir takes 5 points of bludgeoning damage and 8 points of slashing damage to vigour -> 8/21 Vigour
The Chronicles of Arden: Sheercleft - DM for Aiden, Bründir, Jex, Thurston, Valaith and Vark
The Chronicles of Arden: Hunters - DM for Alaris, Astrid, Caio and Shiva
Val grins as Kung closes the distance and makes her job easier, her breath begins to fog as her eyes glaze over when the icy rage takes hold. Little translucent spirits of ice swirl around her like a personal blizzard as they reinforce her and her companions with a thin, protective layer of frost! She bites her lip against the fiery agony in her stomach as she swings her maul around in a sweeping sideway blow! The head of the massive hammer slams into the plate armor, but Kung backpedals with the blow and only has the wind knocked from him. As Val shifts her balance to maintain control of the weapon, Kung lashes out with his shield. The blindingly fast riposte caught Val by surprise as the shield catches her right in the spot if her injury. She gasps in pain and drop to her knees in agony!
When Val falls to her knees, Seid quickly moves his hands in arcane gestures as four, glowing golden orbs streak out from all around him and quickly streak across the battlefield to slam into Kung. The hobgoblin commander glances up to sneer at Seid as he takes a moment to center himself.
Before Val could regain her footing Thurston drives in with an attack and Kung counterattacks again with a large, sweeping attack. Val drops her head low just as the blade impacts hard with her mithral breastplate, skittering off but leaving a mark as the hard impact leaves behind some bruising...
Valaith "Rimehand" Kalukavi - Chronicles of Arden
Thurston charges into battle, screaming his God's name to call on his favor.
"YOU! " he yells to the top of his lungs to the warlord as he approaches " You will dine in Hel tonight I swear it to the Gods. Maybe Thor my witness and lend me his stregth!!"
A distant thunder rumbles in the air as a response to the paladin's word and his hammer start to crackle with small lightings as he approaches. He barely dodges the sword, still moving in the same arc that wounded Val, but he press on and hit the warlord in the chest with his hammer, elevtricity burning the warlords skin and a loud thunder can be heard.
The Warlord staggers and a surprised Thurston moves his arm a little bit. It seems that the force of the impact has left his arm a little bit dumb.
Kun grins and says
"You should had gone for the head..."
Thurston just growls and attack againbut the warlord is faster and this time the paladin feels the edge of the bastard sword crossing his abdomen. Thanks to the elven armour he only grunts. That is going to hurt tomorrow, but now there was no time to lose.
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Bründir scrambles on the ground and swings his blade in an attempt to fend off possible reprisal. The warlord is able to step away from the feeble attempt, but the opening gives Bründir a chance to stand again. "I'll give ye a damn head t'go fer!"
Characters:
Grishkar Darkmoor, Necromancer of Nerull the Despiser
Kelvin Rabbitfoot, Diviner, con artist, always hunting for a good sale
Bründir Halfshield, Valor Bard, three-time Sheercleft Drinking Competition Champion, Hometown hero
As the warlord runs around to the right, Jex growls in frustration. He breaks into a run, chasing him, determined not to allow his target to escape. Sprinting around the corner he let's off a shot, but has to pull it at the last minute to avoid hitting his friends,instead sending it into the ground harmlessly at Kung's feet. He draws up behind his allies, stowing his bow as he finishes the run and drawing his shortswords ready to strike.
Hurrig runs around the side of the tent and prepares to launch another bolt at the Warlord. His aim is true, but the bolt clanks of Kungs armor.
Hurrig turns toward his holy weapon and commands it to swing again, but the hobgoblin captain is quick on his feet and able to dodge the hammer.
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