At Zander's command, the hobgoblin stops in its tracks and turns toward the sorcerer. It lifts his arms and falls to its knees. As its torso quickly descends toward the ground in obedience, Zander's spectral weapon swoops underneath, and the hobgoblin skewers itself on the blade.
All but the purple hobgoblin are dead. Purple is sleeping. I'll ignore your last post, Karl, and say ...
Karl, you're up!
PS - Please don't forget to tick off spell slots, etc., folks (hint, hint, Wooby). I don't want to have to start checking after everybody. That will make me pretty grouchy.
(Sorry, most of the time I'm stuck on mobile, and the character sheet is iffy for me there. Also I'm just super forgetful and incredibly lazy. I'll try and remember to tick them off in the future.)
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"Ignorance is bliss, and you look absolutely miserable."
Karl turns around and goes and picks up his Warhammer grumbling to himself "great warrior you are letting go of your weapon in the middle of the battle!'He walks over to the sleeping Hobgoblin (purple) and gives it a kick in the ribs "Oi! Wake up I want to talk to you."
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DM - Storm King's Thunder - The Gods Respond DM - Four bards walk into a bar... Cracitus Tibicen (Tibi) - Aarokocra - Rogue [Swashbuckler] / Fighter [Battlemaster]
Wasting no time to harass the fallen, Vondal races over to nif as fast as his little legs can carry him. Which for a dwarf in increasingly more ragged clothing, it is fairly fast! "Hold on, Brovah! I see to you now!" He exclaims, then as an afterthought throws over his shoulder, "Someone bind that one, and see to his weapons."Whether someone heeds his words or not, he pays no further mind to other events -- Zander's ongoing transformation included -- to focus on putting his Healer's Kit to work on stabilizing Nif.
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When you realize you're doing too much: Signature.
Karl gives it another kick in the ribs "are you sure about that?"He looks over at Zander (guessing he is still spooky) and "this one ain't got nothing to say or so it claims. Have a chat to him for me and see if he changes his mind!'
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DM - Storm King's Thunder - The Gods Respond DM - Four bards walk into a bar... Cracitus Tibicen (Tibi) - Aarokocra - Rogue [Swashbuckler] / Fighter [Battlemaster]
Adrom runs towards Nif and says a little prayer to Moradin.
"Allmighty Lord. Allow this brave soul to stay with us. He deserves to be in your presence but we still his strenght in this realm."
( Cast Spare the Dying on him)
When the dicvine energy flows through him towards Nif and his breath normalizes he start mending his wounds with a healer's kit.
" I will need your help lad "he says to Zander when he approaches. " we need to get that arm straight and we need to take out his armor to bandage that wound..."
Once they are working on healing Nif, and without stoping his work he says
"That was nice trick back there lad. Scary one. Next time we will be warned. You almost make me start running calling for my ma! " he chuckles.
(Note: I do not put all the spells in dwarvish but please assume that every prayer or spell aimed to Moradin is told in the dwavern language )
Spooky Zander grins at the fallen hobgoblin, and beckons the blade of shadow closer.
"Nothing to say, eh? We'll see about tha-"
In an instant, Zander returns to his normal dimensions, wings folding back up into his back. The blade of shadow dissipates, and Zander falls over onto his face.
He remains on the ground for a few seconds, then slowly picks himself up.
"Ow. Ow ow. Ow ow OW ow ow. I'm currently aching in places that I didn't know existed before. Why is that happening? That shouldn't be happening."
He then takes a moment to look around the battlefield.
"Umm... what just happened? I'm very confused... is anyone hurt?"
He looks over is body.
"Other than me, I mean."
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"Ignorance is bliss, and you look absolutely miserable."
"I have absolutely no idea what you mean by 'nice trick', but something obviously happened, and it worked out well enough, so I'm fine with it, whatever the Hells it is."
...
"Oh shit right dying person."
Zander lays his hand on Nif's chest, and strange, dark energy washes over him. His wounds quickly disappear, flesh stitching itself back together and bones knitting. A moment later his eyes flutter open.
This post has potentially manipulated dice roll results.
(@All: Since Adrom was closer, he'd be able to get to Nif faster. So, I'll take back the charge of Healer's Kit.)
---so I'm fine with it, whatever the Hells it is."
Arriving only in time to see that Adrom has everything well in hand, Vondal breathes a sigh of relief. "Preferably not a literal boon from said place tho'." He comments on with a weak chuckle. Vondal stares sternly at the remaining hobgoblin next, even going so far as to approach it to better get a read on it.
(@DDP: The roll is to get a feel for what my track better with the remaining hobgoblin. As in, if he's being stubborn out of pride, duty, or spite? Might he be under some magical compulsion? Or if he's playing hard to get for another hidden reason altogether.)
Whatever insight the gold dwarf gleans he holds off on speaking of it to make sure the hobgoblins arms are taken from him at the very least. "This was no mere ambush, wasn't it? You pointed at Karl specifically. You can at least tell us that, yes? For that at least made things seem personal."
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When you realize you're doing too much: Signature.
"No... not from the Hells... so, you say I transformed into some weird thing with wings and stuff? That's... interesting. Might be a problem. Hopefully not."
Zander closes his eyes for a moment, and his skin pulses with black veins for a moment. Some of his wounds close themselves, but not all.
Adrom, what Zander did — how he transformed and how he looked — is completely new to you.
Adrom:
The time you saw the three transparent, ghost-like figures, this is what you saw: The first was an older dwarf dressed in full plate, which is covered in scratches and gouges, and carrying a huge tower shield, the second was a dwarven female with flowing red hair dressed in mithril mail and wielding two hand axes, and the third was a tall figure wearing only a leather apron and covered in old burn scars and wielding a War Hammer in either hand. They clearly had some connection with Karl as they appeared near his targets, and they smiled at him the time he took down the (orange) hobgoblin.
Vondal, the hobgoblin is a prisoner of war. He'll give you rank and serial number (not really), and that's it.
Once the work is done, Vondal stands again before the hobgoblin; eyes behind his back and eyes narrowed for a time. "I may not know much about orcs, but hobgoblins are more familiar to me. We won't get anything out of this one. Not without a damn good reason. Prisoner of War, and all that." At that, he glances to Karl as if expecting a reaction of some sort. "I am Vondal of the Noble Stormfist Clan. What's your name, soldier?"
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"Fine!"Karl grunts "but that means you have to look after 'im." He turns to Adrom and "I've told him before and I suspect I'll have to tell him again"referring to Vondal "but this being Mr Nice Guy will get him into trouble, mark my words!"
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DM - Storm King's Thunder - The Gods Respond DM - Four bards walk into a bar... Cracitus Tibicen (Tibi) - Aarokocra - Rogue [Swashbuckler] / Fighter [Battlemaster]
Vondal starts to let out a defeated sounding sigh, but cuts it off short, remembering the prisoner. "You will have to accept the lack of decorum among us. If it was not already obvious, we are not exactly apart of a proper unit. So, some... things of that sort will have to be overlooked." He says. Then after a brief pause, he moves to block Rul's vision. The moment the hob tries to look elsewhere he growls and balls a fist at his side; only to forcible relax the latter.
"Defiance in the face of a captor is to be expected. Even applauded. But having not the decency to face them? That is cowardice of the highest order... and you hobgoblins and your gods aren't big on showing such meekness, is this not true?" He challenges him, hoping at least to get under skin. Whether he succeeds or not, he takes a moment to settle his spirit. ".... We have questions. You have answers. If you wish to live, you will answer them all, damning yourself no doubt... If you wish to regain a measure of any lost honor however in failing to complete your task, you will answer with truth where such is possible. Rest assured, what I will at least endeavor to avoid questions that will be in direct danger to other units. But if you prefer to suffer until we have our answers anyways, that is your prerogative."
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When you realize you're doing too much: Signature.
Rul continues to sit in the road stubbornly silent.
OOC: Alright, you're in the middle of the road, there're dead hobgoblins littering the street. One is sitting like a pouting toddler while Vondal tries to coax some cooperation out of it. One of you saw some pretty strange stuff going on during the fight and two of you exhibited abilities you've never used before. What's everyone doing?
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WIS save: 2
At Zander's command, the hobgoblin stops in its tracks and turns toward the sorcerer. It lifts his arms and falls to its knees. As its torso quickly descends toward the ground in obedience, Zander's spectral weapon swoops underneath, and the hobgoblin skewers itself on the blade.
All but the purple hobgoblin are dead. Purple is sleeping. I'll ignore your last post, Karl, and say ...
Karl, you're up!
PS - Please don't forget to tick off spell slots, etc., folks (hint, hint, Wooby). I don't want to have to start checking after everybody. That will make me pretty grouchy.
(Sorry, most of the time I'm stuck on mobile, and the character sheet is iffy for me there. Also I'm just super forgetful and incredibly lazy. I'll try and remember to tick them off in the future.)
"Ignorance is bliss, and you look absolutely miserable."
Karl turns around and goes and picks up his Warhammer grumbling to himself "great warrior you are letting go of your weapon in the middle of the battle!' He walks over to the sleeping Hobgoblin (purple) and gives it a kick in the ribs "Oi! Wake up I want to talk to you."
DM - Storm King's Thunder - The Gods Respond
DM - Four bards walk into a bar...
Cracitus Tibicen (Tibi) - Aarokocra - Rogue [Swashbuckler] / Fighter [Battlemaster]
Combat over.
The hobgoblin looks up at Karl, then quickly assesses the battlefield. Looking back at the dwarf, it says stoically, "I have nothing to say to you."
Wasting no time to harass the fallen, Vondal races over to nif as fast as his little legs can carry him. Which for a dwarf in increasingly more ragged clothing, it is fairly fast! "Hold on, Brovah! I see to you now!" He exclaims, then as an afterthought throws over his shoulder, "Someone bind that one, and see to his weapons." Whether someone heeds his words or not, he pays no further mind to other events -- Zander's ongoing transformation included -- to focus on putting his Healer's Kit to work on stabilizing Nif.
When you realize you're doing too much: Signature.
Karl gives it another kick in the ribs "are you sure about that?" He looks over at Zander (guessing he is still spooky) and "this one ain't got nothing to say or so it claims. Have a chat to him for me and see if he changes his mind!'
DM - Storm King's Thunder - The Gods Respond
DM - Four bards walk into a bar...
Cracitus Tibicen (Tibi) - Aarokocra - Rogue [Swashbuckler] / Fighter [Battlemaster]
Adrom runs towards Nif and says a little prayer to Moradin.
"Allmighty Lord. Allow this brave soul to stay with us. He deserves to be in your presence but we still his strenght in this realm."
( Cast Spare the Dying on him)
When the dicvine energy flows through him towards Nif and his breath normalizes he start mending his wounds with a healer's kit.
" I will need your help lad " he says to Zander when he approaches. " we need to get that arm straight and we need to take out his armor to bandage that wound..."
Once they are working on healing Nif, and without stoping his work he says
"That was nice trick back there lad. Scary one. Next time we will be warned. You almost make me start running calling for my ma! " he chuckles.
(Note: I do not put all the spells in dwarvish but please assume that every prayer or spell aimed to Moradin is told in the dwavern language )
PbP Character: A few ;)
Spooky Zander grins at the fallen hobgoblin, and beckons the blade of shadow closer.
"Nothing to say, eh? We'll see about tha-"
In an instant, Zander returns to his normal dimensions, wings folding back up into his back. The blade of shadow dissipates, and Zander falls over onto his face.
He remains on the ground for a few seconds, then slowly picks himself up.
"Ow. Ow ow. Ow ow OW ow ow. I'm currently aching in places that I didn't know existed before. Why is that happening? That shouldn't be happening."
He then takes a moment to look around the battlefield.
"Umm... what just happened? I'm very confused... is anyone hurt?"
He looks over is body.
"Other than me, I mean."
"Ignorance is bliss, and you look absolutely miserable."
(Now, after Adrom's comment.)
"I have absolutely no idea what you mean by 'nice trick', but something obviously happened, and it worked out well enough, so I'm fine with it, whatever the Hells it is."
...
"Oh shit right dying person."
Zander lays his hand on Nif's chest, and strange, dark energy washes over him. His wounds quickly disappear, flesh stitching itself back together and bones knitting. A moment later his eyes flutter open.
Cure Wounds: 7
"Ignorance is bliss, and you look absolutely miserable."
"Wait you don't recall what happened? you turning into that... thing with wings and everything?"
( Can Adrom make a Religion check here to see if he has heard something similar anywhere? Religion: 7 )
When Nif comes back to counsciousness thanks to the magic of Zander he helps the other dwarf.
"Easy lad easy, those bastards went hard on you. Breath... "
PbP Character: A few ;)
(@All: Since Adrom was closer, he'd be able to get to Nif faster. So, I'll take back the charge of Healer's Kit.)
Arriving only in time to see that Adrom has everything well in hand, Vondal breathes a sigh of relief. "Preferably not a literal boon from said place tho'." He comments on with a weak chuckle. Vondal stares sternly at the remaining hobgoblin next, even going so far as to approach it to better get a read on it.
Insight: 6(PP 13)
(@DDP: The roll is to get a feel for what my track better with the remaining hobgoblin. As in, if he's being stubborn out of pride, duty, or spite? Might he be under some magical compulsion? Or if he's playing hard to get for another hidden reason altogether.)
Whatever insight the gold dwarf gleans he holds off on speaking of it to make sure the hobgoblins arms are taken from him at the very least. "This was no mere ambush, wasn't it? You pointed at Karl specifically. You can at least tell us that, yes? For that at least made things seem personal."
When you realize you're doing too much: Signature.
"No... not from the Hells... so, you say I transformed into some weird thing with wings and stuff? That's... interesting. Might be a problem. Hopefully not."
Zander closes his eyes for a moment, and his skin pulses with black veins for a moment. Some of his wounds close themselves, but not all.
(using aasimar racial trait healing touch thing(I forget its exact name))
"Ignorance is bliss, and you look absolutely miserable."
The hobgoblin grunts at Karl's second kick.
Adrom, what Zander did — how he transformed and how he looked — is completely new to you.
Adrom:
The time you saw the three transparent, ghost-like figures, this is what you saw: The first was an older dwarf dressed in full plate, which is covered in scratches and gouges, and carrying a huge tower shield, the second was a dwarven female with flowing red hair dressed in mithril mail and wielding two hand axes, and the third was a tall figure wearing only a leather apron and covered in old burn scars and wielding a War Hammer in either hand. They clearly had some connection with Karl as they appeared near his targets, and they smiled at him the time he took down the (orange) hobgoblin.
Vondal, the hobgoblin is a prisoner of war. He'll give you rank and serial number (not really), and that's it.
Nif's eyes open slowly, and he stiffly climbs to his feet. "Ouch that hurt! Did we get them all?" he asks a little confused
Once the work is done, Vondal stands again before the hobgoblin; eyes behind his back and eyes narrowed for a time. "I may not know much about orcs, but hobgoblins are more familiar to me. We won't get anything out of this one. Not without a damn good reason. Prisoner of War, and all that." At that, he glances to Karl as if expecting a reaction of some sort. "I am Vondal of the Noble Stormfist Clan. What's your name, soldier?"
When you realize you're doing too much: Signature.
"Rul," the hobgoblin responds, staring down the road, not making eye contact with anyone.
"Fine!" Karl grunts "but that means you have to look after 'im." He turns to Adrom and "I've told him before and I suspect I'll have to tell him again" referring to Vondal "but this being Mr Nice Guy will get him into trouble, mark my words!"
DM - Storm King's Thunder - The Gods Respond
DM - Four bards walk into a bar...
Cracitus Tibicen (Tibi) - Aarokocra - Rogue [Swashbuckler] / Fighter [Battlemaster]
Vondal starts to let out a defeated sounding sigh, but cuts it off short, remembering the prisoner. "You will have to accept the lack of decorum among us. If it was not already obvious, we are not exactly apart of a proper unit. So, some... things of that sort will have to be overlooked." He says. Then after a brief pause, he moves to block Rul's vision. The moment the hob tries to look elsewhere he growls and balls a fist at his side; only to forcible relax the latter.
"Defiance in the face of a captor is to be expected. Even applauded. But having not the decency to face them? That is cowardice of the highest order... and you hobgoblins and your gods aren't big on showing such meekness, is this not true?" He challenges him, hoping at least to get under skin. Whether he succeeds or not, he takes a moment to settle his spirit. ".... We have questions. You have answers. If you wish to live, you will answer them all, damning yourself no doubt... If you wish to regain a measure of any lost honor however in failing to complete your task, you will answer with truth where such is possible. Rest assured, what I will at least endeavor to avoid questions that will be in direct danger to other units. But if you prefer to suffer until we have our answers anyways, that is your prerogative."
When you realize you're doing too much: Signature.
Rul continues to sit in the road stubbornly silent.
OOC: Alright, you're in the middle of the road, there're dead hobgoblins littering the street. One is sitting like a pouting toddler while Vondal tries to coax some cooperation out of it. One of you saw some pretty strange stuff going on during the fight and two of you exhibited abilities you've never used before. What's everyone doing?