Vark curses in frustration as his first attack falls short. This warlord was a tank in that plate armor and shield, but all that metal would mean he'd be susceptible to Vark's close range electric attacks. So gritting his teeth, he begins closing the distance and approaching the swirling melee. As he gets closer, a space opens up between his friends and he pauses to take a shot at the foe. The icy ray is impeccably placed, spraying numbing frost across Kung's side. Vark grins at the successful attack and gets ready to move even closer.
Dodging arrows and bolts from all sides, as his enemies close in on him, that Warlord repeatedly lashes out at Val, raining down brutal blows on her where she lies on the ground.
Val takes 66 slashing damage to vigour, halved to 33 -> 19/35 Vigour
The guard that the captain previously woke hurries to the side of his still sleeping comrade, dragging the other hobgoblin to its feet, before drawing sword and shield and heading towards Hurrig. The second stands, shaking its head to dispel the strange weariness, and draws a longbow to shoot at the dwarf, but its mind is still foggy and the arrow is far wide of its mark.
The captain draws a longsword, grasping it with both hands as he comes up behind Thurston. With the Norscan distracted by the warlord he's able to drive the blade home, taking full advantage of the situation.
Thurston takes 10 points of piercing damage to vigour -> 1/28 Vigour
The warlord spins around, and slams his shield into Bründir once more, but this time the dwarf holds his footing. The hobgoblin lashes about wildly, swinging his sword left and right in abject fury at the sheer impertinence of this upstart band.
"How dare you challenge me?! I AM KUNG!"
Bründir takes 5 points of bludgeoning damage and 8 points of slashing damage to vigour -> 7/21 Vigour
Valaith takes 8 points of slashing damage, halved to 4 -> 15/35 Vigour
From her position on the ground, Val starts to rise as Kung turns his attention once more to her. In three blinding strikes, his sword flashes and Val’s hammer sluggishly rises each time just barely blocking the blows…
One... Val brings the haft up to catch the overhead chop! Sparks fly as Kung uses the momentum of the block to shift his grip and come in with a side strike!
Two… Val lets the massive head of her Maul drop! The blade once again strikes the large haft if her hammer! Kung grins as Val grits her teeth as she fights to keep her grip! The two warriors lock eyes for a moment, Val’s icy breath filling the air with a bitter fog. As the strive for control, the lingering pant of agony flares in Val’s stomach and she gasps… faltering…
Three… Kung sees his opportunity a solid kick to her midsection doubles Valaith over! The stab aimed for her neck was blindingly fast and Val barely had time to use her longer arms to grab Kung’s forearms. With a scream of defiance she deflects the attack downward and a metallic screech fills the air as the sword point slides down her elven breastplate!
She rises to her feet and shoves the Warlord back, off balance and yanks her hammer free from the ground. As Kung reels back, she shifts between Kung and Thurston, putting herself between Vark and the warlord. “Stay back!” She screams, using the momentum of her maddened rush to swing her Maul in a vicious upward strike!
Kung spins just as the head of Val’s weapon meets the space between his legs! There is a sickening thud and crunch as the armor is crushed and Kung screams in agony as blood seeps from the ruined mess of his groin into the blackened metal. The blue gem set into the hammer flares brightly as the telltale black sparks swirl up the haft as Kung’s essence is absorbed. “Never again.” She hissed into his face.
As the sounds of the diminishing battle echo around them all Kung’s eyes fall upon Brundir and they flare with a primal rage. “You!” He screams as his sword whirls in an arc, cutting a small nick along Brundir’s scalp. “You cost me my victory!”
Another voice calls out over the sudden of battle, a clear voice full of authority. “No, Kung,” Warlord Kung turns to see Seid standing nearby, his blue robes flapping in the winds. “I did.”
Seid raises his hand, index finger extended as he finalizes his arcane gesture. Three golden, glowing orbs streak from the finger and slam into Kung’s forehead… causing his skull to fracture and rupture as the bolts burrow into his brain… and explode out the back, leaving a gaping hole followed by a streamer of brain matter and blood.
When the coward hobgoblin get's him on the back, Thurston can feel the blood flowing from the cut that he inflicted. He drops to one knee and sees helpless how the warlod attacks relentless to Val. He tries to get up and help his friends but, when he gets up again Seid's magic make the skull explode.
Covered in gore and blood, with a grin on his face he turns to face the Captain wich is looking eye wide to his fallen warlord.
"You think you can attack me on my back, like a coward, and get away with it?" as he speaks he feels the lighting energy filling his body.
With no further words he yells as he swings his warhammer upwards and get the hobgoblin on the chest. A thunderous sound fills the battelfield as Thurston commits the holy power at his disposal into the hit.
"Let's see how do you do when your enemy is ready for you..."
The captain swings his longsword up against the hammer in an attempt to parry the blow, only to be blown backwards by the radiant burst of energy that Thurston channels into his strike.
Well it wasn't how he wanted it shake out, but Bründir was alive and Kung was dead. The gash in his head was relatively small, but there was something uncomfortable in his back since he was knocked over. Checking the small of his back, there was definitely something there. Yanking it out, Bründir found a flask with a heart on the stopper. "Ma knows best." He couldn't help smiling a moment as he drinks the fiery liquor and a rush of vigour kicks him back into the fight.
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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
Hurrig turns the corner of the tent to witness Seid decimate Kung. A little disappointed he couldn't get a shot in on the bastard, he sees another Hobgoblin closing the distance to the group. Starting as a walk, and slowly building up into a sprint Hurrig charges the lone Hobgoblin. As he charges, Hurrig flourishes his new axe, building up momentum with the weapon. His symbol of Moradin begins to glow, as does the blade of his axe until it catches fire. When he reaches the Hobgoblin, he buries the axe in its side, the fire spreads and the Hobgoblin begins squealing in pain as the hot blade cuts through its flesh.
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Twirling his shortswords, Jex steps into the melee behind the captain. Taking advantage of Thurston's powerful presence he aims two low blows at the hobgoblins knee. The first over extends his arm though and the strike lacks the momentum to cause any damage, the second however is well placed and hits the captain in a painful strike to the knee, shaking his balance and composure.
Vark’s jaw drops at the grisly display of Seid’s magic. Maybe he could get some pointers from the wizard... his focus snaps back as his allies begin dealing with the other hobgoblin that has approached. Vark darts forward with his staff ready, sparks of lightning magic already running up and down its length. The sorcerer swings and hits with a sharp crack, then retreats as the hobgoblin struggles to regain feeling in his limbs.
The hobgoblins look on in shock as their warlord is slain before their very eyes. The captain reels from blows on all sides and turns to shout orders at the other guards.
"Rlafkab!" He calls, and the soldiers begin to carefully back away from the melee.
One is free to run, and does so as fast as he can, yelling fearfully in goblin as he goes. The other is hastily slapping at the flames that have sprung up on his side, but they die out soon after. As soon as he is far enough from Hurrig to be out of danger, he also turns to follow his comrade.
As the warlord falls to the heroes of Sheercleft, the hobgoblins begin to scatter including their captain. Val keeps her hammer held in her weak hand as she strides closer towards the fleeing captain, drawing out one of her javelins. She casts a look at Seid with an icy grin. “Leave this one to me, Magicman.” She hurls the projectile as hard as she can and gives Seid a smug look as it sinks into the hob’s thigh; however, the look fades as the hobgoblin keeps running!
Seid chuckles as he moves to keep the same target in sight. “Worry not, mighty Rimehand. I’ll finish your work for you… again.” Val bristles a little at the stinging retort, but laughs heartily as the magical fire finds the hobgoblin and burns the very same thigh she struck… only to see the captain continue limping away from the fray.
Seid’s own cocky smirk fades as the two share a look and in the middle of a battle begin to laugh as the adrenaline dump courses through their bodies.
"Come here you rat..." he says, but he is to hasty on his attack and the arc described by his warhammer came short. With a curse on his native tongue he gets ready to follow the fleeing hobgoblin.
The chance was there: Warlord Kung was a bloody mess, the captain was on the brink, and their underlings were well ahead of the sub-leader. What better way to avenge Sheercleft than piking the commanders over the ravine? In a fit of blind rage, the dwarf rushed the mortally wounded captain.
At first, it seemed like the bloody hobgoblin was still in the fight. His initial reaction had been to swing his shield to fend off the pursuer. However, he was clearly expecting the Norscan rather than a dwarf. The retaliation went high, but so did Bründir. The shields clashed and glanced, but Bründir dove low and caught the armored shins. The armored figure toppled and slammed hard on the flagtone road. The dwarf scrambled atop him before recovery was possible and a splintered shield drove into the back of the hobgoblin helmet.
Images of triumph, humilation, interrogration, and execution flashed through Bründir's mind, but restraint only registered after the third shield bashing on the captain's helmet. Pulling up the plumage, Bründir could see that pressing flesh and bone between metal and stone was not a healthy treatment. His chances of being the conquering hero parading the fallen invader puffed out of his mind with an embarassed, "Oops..."
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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
Jex looks around the battleground from the small skirmish. It had lasted just a few seconds but they would need to act quickly.
"We should prop them up on a spike or something as a threat. Any way we could hang them from the townhall, as high as we can get them? We need the goblins to see from across the river."
The hobgoblin guards have broken into a run for the bridge, yelling for their comrades. Their calls are in goblin, but anyone can hear the panic tinging their voices.
On the far side of the ravine, the battle has continued to rage while the party fought Warlord Kung. The brave warriors of Sheercleft struggle against the goblinoid onslaught. The bugbears press their advantage, but are still reeling from their losses and fail to capitalise on the situation. However, the hobgoblins are more disciplined. They advance on Anders' men as a united wall of bristling steel, cutting down anyone who gets in their way.
The men look around in fear and uncertainty begins to grip their ranks.
"HOLD!" Anders cries out, rally his men together. "FOR SHEERCLEFT!"
With a bellowing warcry the levies charge towards the bugbears. Driving back the bestial soldiers, even as their foes dig in against the assault.
As the battle slows down for a moment, Val wanders over to the dead warlord to check him for anything useful. As she does, she takes a moment to fully appreciate the quality of the sword that he wielded and she picks it up from the ground as notices the exceptional balance and weight. As she admires it, Seid moves closer with his brow furrowed as something about the design catches his eyes.
“This blade is of Breannian design. It is of exceptional quality and very old. I can only think of one place where such a monster could acquire such a fine weapon; my former companions.”
While Seid provides the details of the sword, Val strips the belt and pouch from Kung’s waist and hears the jingle of glass vials in the pouch. She removes the two vials she finds and hands them to Brundir and Seid to examination. “You two are better at this than me.” She proceeds to hold up the sword in a manner to offer it to anyone that would be interested. When none request the blade, she sheathes it and works out the belt to fit her waist and begins to strap the beautiful weapon to her side. “It could be more useful than my axes if I ever lose my hammer.” She winks at the others. “Now what do we do? Go help the citizens?”
Meanwhile Seid identifies the vials as healing potions and hands them back to Val to distribute.
Bründir peeks inside the war tent, and the first thing that he sees is the same entrance-way that Hurrig described from the clairvoyance spell. A large table stands in the centre of the area with a big map of Sheercleft and the surrounding area laid out on it. There's also a second map, which looks like it's a map of the tunnels below.
Behind the curtain to the main chamber, a sizeable circular platform dominates the back of Kung's personal area. It is covered in straw, cushions and cloths. Nearby are a couple of small tables, bearing a lamp, used plates, and other such minor trinkets. Several rough rugs have been lain out to cover the floor.
A large chest stands against the left side, and on the right is a weapons rack that bears various nasty looking weapons. A wicked hooked axe, a viciously pointed morning star, a flail and an enormous greatbow. Besides the rack is an empty armour stand and another small chest.
In a nearby corner a carved slate idol watches the tent's interior ominously. It's shaped like a goblin with powerfully muscled arms and sharp talons.
Looking over the shoulder of Bründir, with his hammer ready in case there are more enemies inside the tent, Thurston sees the weapons at the rack.
"HA!" he exclaims and enters the tent " You see my friend? That's what I was talking about." He takes the greatbow, hanging his warhammer on his belt and leaving the shield on the floor, leaning on the weapon's rack. "yes.. with this you can really hunt a bear, don't you think? hahaha! "
He test the strength of the bow, pulling the string a little bit and smiles.
"This is a real bow my friend. Most like the ones we used back at home. Let's see if there any arrows for it here... "he puts the bow over his shoulder and takes his shield again.
"Someone should take that maps, it could be helpful later... "he says apporaching the idol of the goblinoid god.
He picks it up and says
"You have no power here anylonger. "and throws it to the center of the tent. He then starts to pill the carptes and some furniture in the center.
"Take whatever you want and let's send a message that every gonblinoid can see. Let's burn this place. "
Tucked behind the weapons rack, Thurston finds a hide quiver of arrows, each as long as a man's arm and with palm-sized arrowheads.
The idol shatters when it hits the ground and a cloud of smoke erupts from within, filling the tent. A maniacal cackling can be heard throughout the interior until the smoke dissipates.
Vark curses in frustration as his first attack falls short. This warlord was a tank in that plate armor and shield, but all that metal would mean he'd be susceptible to Vark's close range electric attacks. So gritting his teeth, he begins closing the distance and approaching the swirling melee. As he gets closer, a space opens up between his friends and he pauses to take a shot at the foe. The icy ray is impeccably placed, spraying numbing frost across Kung's side. Vark grins at the successful attack and gets ready to move even closer.
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Dodging arrows and bolts from all sides, as his enemies close in on him, that Warlord repeatedly lashes out at Val, raining down brutal blows on her where she lies on the ground.
Val takes 66 slashing damage to vigour, halved to 33 -> 19/35 Vigour
The guard that the captain previously woke hurries to the side of his still sleeping comrade, dragging the other hobgoblin to its feet, before drawing sword and shield and heading towards Hurrig. The second stands, shaking its head to dispel the strange weariness, and draws a longbow to shoot at the dwarf, but its mind is still foggy and the arrow is far wide of its mark.
The captain draws a longsword, grasping it with both hands as he comes up behind Thurston. With the Norscan distracted by the warlord he's able to drive the blade home, taking full advantage of the situation.
Thurston takes 10 points of piercing damage to vigour -> 1/28 Vigour
The warlord spins around, and slams his shield into Bründir once more, but this time the dwarf holds his footing. The hobgoblin lashes about wildly, swinging his sword left and right in abject fury at the sheer impertinence of this upstart band.
"How dare you challenge me?! I AM KUNG!"
Bründir takes 5 points of bludgeoning damage and 8 points of slashing damage to vigour -> 7/21 Vigour
Valaith takes 8 points of slashing damage, halved to 4 -> 15/35 Vigour
Valaith's turn.
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From her position on the ground, Val starts to rise as Kung turns his attention once more to her. In three blinding strikes, his sword flashes and Val’s hammer sluggishly rises each time just barely blocking the blows…
One... Val brings the haft up to catch the overhead chop! Sparks fly as Kung uses the momentum of the block to shift his grip and come in with a side strike!
Two… Val lets the massive head of her Maul drop! The blade once again strikes the large haft if her hammer! Kung grins as Val grits her teeth as she fights to keep her grip! The two warriors lock eyes for a moment, Val’s icy breath filling the air with a bitter fog. As the strive for control, the lingering pant of agony flares in Val’s stomach and she gasps… faltering…
Three… Kung sees his opportunity a solid kick to her midsection doubles Valaith over! The stab aimed for her neck was blindingly fast and Val barely had time to use her longer arms to grab Kung’s forearms. With a scream of defiance she deflects the attack downward and a metallic screech fills the air as the sword point slides down her elven breastplate!
She rises to her feet and shoves the Warlord back, off balance and yanks her hammer free from the ground. As Kung reels back, she shifts between Kung and Thurston, putting herself between Vark and the warlord. “Stay back!” She screams, using the momentum of her maddened rush to swing her Maul in a vicious upward strike!
Kung spins just as the head of Val’s weapon meets the space between his legs! There is a sickening thud and crunch as the armor is crushed and Kung screams in agony as blood seeps from the ruined mess of his groin into the blackened metal. The blue gem set into the hammer flares brightly as the telltale black sparks swirl up the haft as Kung’s essence is absorbed. “Never again.” She hissed into his face.
As the sounds of the diminishing battle echo around them all Kung’s eyes fall upon Brundir and they flare with a primal rage. “You!” He screams as his sword whirls in an arc, cutting a small nick along Brundir’s scalp. “You cost me my victory!”
Another voice calls out over the sudden of battle, a clear voice full of authority. “No, Kung,” Warlord Kung turns to see Seid standing nearby, his blue robes flapping in the winds. “I did.”
Seid raises his hand, index finger extended as he finalizes his arcane gesture. Three golden, glowing orbs streak from the finger and slam into Kung’s forehead… causing his skull to fracture and rupture as the bolts burrow into his brain… and explode out the back, leaving a gaping hole followed by a streamer of brain matter and blood.
Valaith "Rimehand" Kalukavi - Chronicles of Arden
When the coward hobgoblin get's him on the back, Thurston can feel the blood flowing from the cut that he inflicted. He drops to one knee and sees helpless how the warlod attacks relentless to Val. He tries to get up and help his friends but, when he gets up again Seid's magic make the skull explode.
Covered in gore and blood, with a grin on his face he turns to face the Captain wich is looking eye wide to his fallen warlord.
"You think you can attack me on my back, like a coward, and get away with it?" as he speaks he feels the lighting energy filling his body.
With no further words he yells as he swings his warhammer upwards and get the hobgoblin on the chest. A thunderous sound fills the battelfield as Thurston commits the holy power at his disposal into the hit.
"Let's see how do you do when your enemy is ready for you..."
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The captain swings his longsword up against the hammer in an attempt to parry the blow, only to be blown backwards by the radiant burst of energy that Thurston channels into his strike.
Bründir's action.
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Well it wasn't how he wanted it shake out, but Bründir was alive and Kung was dead. The gash in his head was relatively small, but there was something uncomfortable in his back since he was knocked over. Checking the small of his back, there was definitely something there. Yanking it out, Bründir found a flask with a heart on the stopper. "Ma knows best." He couldn't help smiling a moment as he drinks the fiery liquor and a rush of vigour kicks him back into the fight.
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
Hurrig turns the corner of the tent to witness Seid decimate Kung. A little disappointed he couldn't get a shot in on the bastard, he sees another Hobgoblin closing the distance to the group. Starting as a walk, and slowly building up into a sprint Hurrig charges the lone Hobgoblin. As he charges, Hurrig flourishes his new axe, building up momentum with the weapon. His symbol of Moradin begins to glow, as does the blade of his axe until it catches fire. When he reaches the Hobgoblin, he buries the axe in its side, the fire spreads and the Hobgoblin begins squealing in pain as the hot blade cuts through its flesh.
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Twirling his shortswords, Jex steps into the melee behind the captain. Taking advantage of Thurston's powerful presence he aims two low blows at the hobgoblins knee. The first over extends his arm though and the strike lacks the momentum to cause any damage, the second however is well placed and hits the captain in a painful strike to the knee, shaking his balance and composure.
Vark’s jaw drops at the grisly display of Seid’s magic. Maybe he could get some pointers from the wizard... his focus snaps back as his allies begin dealing with the other hobgoblin that has approached. Vark darts forward with his staff ready, sparks of lightning magic already running up and down its length. The sorcerer swings and hits with a sharp crack, then retreats as the hobgoblin struggles to regain feeling in his limbs.
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The hobgoblins look on in shock as their warlord is slain before their very eyes. The captain reels from blows on all sides and turns to shout orders at the other guards.
"Rlafkab!" He calls, and the soldiers begin to carefully back away from the melee.
One is free to run, and does so as fast as he can, yelling fearfully in goblin as he goes. The other is hastily slapping at the flames that have sprung up on his side, but they die out soon after. As soon as he is far enough from Hurrig to be out of danger, he also turns to follow his comrade.
Valaith's action.
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
As the warlord falls to the heroes of Sheercleft, the hobgoblins begin to scatter including their captain. Val keeps her hammer held in her weak hand as she strides closer towards the fleeing captain, drawing out one of her javelins. She casts a look at Seid with an icy grin. “Leave this one to me, Magicman.” She hurls the projectile as hard as she can and gives Seid a smug look as it sinks into the hob’s thigh; however, the look fades as the hobgoblin keeps running!
Seid chuckles as he moves to keep the same target in sight. “Worry not, mighty Rimehand. I’ll finish your work for you… again.” Val bristles a little at the stinging retort, but laughs heartily as the magical fire finds the hobgoblin and burns the very same thigh she struck… only to see the captain continue limping away from the fray.
Seid’s own cocky smirk fades as the two share a look and in the middle of a battle begin to laugh as the adrenaline dump courses through their bodies.
Valaith "Rimehand" Kalukavi - Chronicles of Arden
Thurston runs towards the captain.
"Come here you rat..." he says, but he is to hasty on his attack and the arc described by his warhammer came short. With a curse on his native tongue he gets ready to follow the fleeing hobgoblin.
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The chance was there: Warlord Kung was a bloody mess, the captain was on the brink, and their underlings were well ahead of the sub-leader. What better way to avenge Sheercleft than piking the commanders over the ravine? In a fit of blind rage, the dwarf rushed the mortally wounded captain.
At first, it seemed like the bloody hobgoblin was still in the fight. His initial reaction had been to swing his shield to fend off the pursuer. However, he was clearly expecting the Norscan rather than a dwarf. The retaliation went high, but so did Bründir. The shields clashed and glanced, but Bründir dove low and caught the armored shins. The armored figure toppled and slammed hard on the flagtone road. The dwarf scrambled atop him before recovery was possible and a splintered shield drove into the back of the hobgoblin helmet.
Images of triumph, humilation, interrogration, and execution flashed through Bründir's mind, but restraint only registered after the third shield bashing on the captain's helmet. Pulling up the plumage, Bründir could see that pressing flesh and bone between metal and stone was not a healthy treatment. His chances of being the conquering hero parading the fallen invader puffed out of his mind with an embarassed, "Oops..."
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
Seeing the others fleeing Thurston yells at them
"Run if you want! You cannot hide from our masters magic!!"
When they are out of sight he turns to Seid and winks an eye with a conspiratory grin.
"Well done my friends! Well done! Now to our next step of our plan. "
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Jex looks around the battleground from the small skirmish. It had lasted just a few seconds but they would need to act quickly.
"We should prop them up on a spike or something as a threat. Any way we could hang them from the townhall, as high as we can get them? We need the goblins to see from across the river."
The hobgoblin guards have broken into a run for the bridge, yelling for their comrades. Their calls are in goblin, but anyone can hear the panic tinging their voices.
On the far side of the ravine, the battle has continued to rage while the party fought Warlord Kung. The brave warriors of Sheercleft struggle against the goblinoid onslaught. The bugbears press their advantage, but are still reeling from their losses and fail to capitalise on the situation. However, the hobgoblins are more disciplined. They advance on Anders' men as a united wall of bristling steel, cutting down anyone who gets in their way.
The men look around in fear and uncertainty begins to grip their ranks.
"HOLD!" Anders cries out, rally his men together. "FOR SHEERCLEFT!"
With a bellowing warcry the levies charge towards the bugbears. Driving back the bestial soldiers, even as their foes dig in against the assault.
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As the battle slows down for a moment, Val wanders over to the dead warlord to check him for anything useful. As she does, she takes a moment to fully appreciate the quality of the sword that he wielded and she picks it up from the ground as notices the exceptional balance and weight. As she admires it, Seid moves closer with his brow furrowed as something about the design catches his eyes.
“This blade is of Breannian design. It is of exceptional quality and very old. I can only think of one place where such a monster could acquire such a fine weapon; my former companions.”
While Seid provides the details of the sword, Val strips the belt and pouch from Kung’s waist and hears the jingle of glass vials in the pouch. She removes the two vials she finds and hands them to Brundir and Seid to examination. “You two are better at this than me.” She proceeds to hold up the sword in a manner to offer it to anyone that would be interested. When none request the blade, she sheathes it and works out the belt to fit her waist and begins to strap the beautiful weapon to her side. “It could be more useful than my axes if I ever lose my hammer.” She winks at the others. “Now what do we do? Go help the citizens?”
Meanwhile Seid identifies the vials as healing potions and hands them back to Val to distribute.
Valaith "Rimehand" Kalukavi - Chronicles of Arden
Bründir peeks inside the war tent, and the first thing that he sees is the same entrance-way that Hurrig described from the clairvoyance spell. A large table stands in the centre of the area with a big map of Sheercleft and the surrounding area laid out on it. There's also a second map, which looks like it's a map of the tunnels below.
Behind the curtain to the main chamber, a sizeable circular platform dominates the back of Kung's personal area. It is covered in straw, cushions and cloths. Nearby are a couple of small tables, bearing a lamp, used plates, and other such minor trinkets. Several rough rugs have been lain out to cover the floor.
A large chest stands against the left side, and on the right is a weapons rack that bears various nasty looking weapons. A wicked hooked axe, a viciously pointed morning star, a flail and an enormous greatbow. Besides the rack is an empty armour stand and another small chest.
In a nearby corner a carved slate idol watches the tent's interior ominously. It's shaped like a goblin with powerfully muscled arms and sharp talons.
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
Looking over the shoulder of Bründir, with his hammer ready in case there are more enemies inside the tent, Thurston sees the weapons at the rack.
"HA!" he exclaims and enters the tent " You see my friend? That's what I was talking about." He takes the greatbow, hanging his warhammer on his belt and leaving the shield on the floor, leaning on the weapon's rack. "yes.. with this you can really hunt a bear, don't you think? hahaha! "
He test the strength of the bow, pulling the string a little bit and smiles.
"This is a real bow my friend. Most like the ones we used back at home. Let's see if there any arrows for it here... " he puts the bow over his shoulder and takes his shield again.
"Someone should take that maps, it could be helpful later... " he says apporaching the idol of the goblinoid god.
He picks it up and says
"You have no power here anylonger. " and throws it to the center of the tent. He then starts to pill the carptes and some furniture in the center.
"Take whatever you want and let's send a message that every gonblinoid can see. Let's burn this place. "
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Tucked behind the weapons rack, Thurston finds a hide quiver of arrows, each as long as a man's arm and with palm-sized arrowheads.
The idol shatters when it hits the ground and a cloud of smoke erupts from within, filling the tent. A maniacal cackling can be heard throughout the interior until the smoke dissipates.
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