Tork is bleeding all over right now due to being hit numerous times, and he seems in grim condition. He looks up against the 2 rebels standing before him, and they see his eyes glimmer. All of a sudden, he stands fairly straight, with his foots pressing firmly on the ground. He still seems pretty bad shape, but his inner focus enabled him to pull himself together, and slowed down the bleeding. (Second Wind: 11 )
He then uses his Greataxe to cleave one of the rebels, and if you blinked, you are sure that you saw him cleave the other one at the same time all of a sudden, yet quite not sure if that was real, or your eyes were playing games. (Action Surge)
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Making his way back towards the battle, Slag would lumber towards the enemies as his tools clank and rattle against his metal frame. Glancing to Tork, Slag would launch his javelin towards one of the rebels he is fighting.
Attack: 18 Damage: 4
As the javelin returns to the warforgeds hand with a flash of light and arcs of electricity, Slag would look up yell out in his metalic voice "Inject the half orc with serum 1!". towards the hovering Homunculus. A moment later, the metal insect would rapidly descend and drive its syringe stinger into the back of Torks neck. The liquid burns as it flows through his veins... but not like fire... but instead like the burn of muscles being pushed beyond their limits as he gains (11 temp HP)
Also I forgot to add +3 Plus 1 acid damage to the javelin
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As she sights the rebel leader through the magical darkness, Marrow locks onto her target, moves between the fray and engulfs him in a pitch-black globe that appears as nothing more than a gray backdrop for her through her devil's sight.
She meets him in melee and, dancing around him, strikes him in a soft spot. He whirls, striking back at his attacker but he can see nothing and the strike goes wide.
This is exactly where she wants him, and her next attack comes with a boom of energy that surrounds him but does not immediately hurt him (she casts booming blade and attacks with longsword as the melee attack part of the spell, and if he tries to move away, he'll take 2 thunder damage):
Boo stabs forward with his glaive, the man just able to counter it by sidestepping before returning an attack in kind. The man engaging Tork is caught off guard as the man burns hp to be grazed by it, leaving him open to Torks follows up the attack. The greatsword reaching the man's spin before savagely being ripped out. Morinvarin switches to a new target as the leader is still encased in the darkness of Marrow's darkness. The other rebel raises his shield catching the bolt in mid-air. Ildear shifts from the leader as well, firing on one of the other rebels, the arrow piercing the man's throat with ease as he drops to the ground choking on his own blood. With her light steps, you get behind the figure, the sword cutting deep into him, trying to get distance between you, he takes a step forward, the booming knocking him over as his sword scatters off into the light.
"Retreat, fight another day!" The call goes up from one of the remaining archers in the forest before he disappears from view. The rebels engaged with the caravan make quick work of attempting to kill or run from their opponents, cheers of victory go up from the fellow Disfavored as they launch arrows into the backs of those retreating. The three remaining fighters are encircled and outnumbered drop their blades to the group as caravan guards close in behind them. A member of the caravan approaches you, his shield has three arrows embedded into it, and the stub where one was broken off in his shoulder. "I am Captain Valen of the Disfavored. We were en route to the Bastard City when we were set upon by the rebels. I don't know if we could have survived without your assistance. I thank you greatly."
Slag would motion to his mechanical companion, prompting it to return to the warforged. "Greetings, we are on a special assignment under the archon of justice... Tunon" The warforged would say as he pulls the talisman from his robe.
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Darkness swirls in a reverse pitch-black hurricane and the globe dissolves as Marrow dispells it, revealing her form to everyone. She's whistling, and it takes you a second to realize it's a bad drinking song, which she finds amusing somehow.
She steps right over the rebel captain's prone form, the tip of her blade hovering right on his neck. "Well that didn't go like you thought it might, did it," she says to him. (OOC: Is he dead or just incapacitated? If he's incapacitated, she'll divest him of his weapons, stabilize him 9, and tie him tightly.)
"Captain Valen, it's good to see you," she says to the Disfavored leader, who might know her from her time as a sergeant. "This one right here might know something we'd find useful. Better left for wormfood, or revived and alive?"
She steals a few glances at the surviving Disfavored caravan guards to see if she recognizes anyone she'd directly served with, and if so, giving them some playful rude gestures, a custom that had grown out of surviving deadly engagements with the Dragon King's enemies.
Tork puts his weapon away, strapping it on his back. Then, he quitely and carefully looks at the group, just in case if there is any crimson guards who is with them, that knows of his shame, his failure. Then he appoaches his comrades to hear the conversation clearly.
Ildaer approaches the group after the rebel retreat, and begins to collect his arrows, as well as any of the other archers arrows if any of his are broken or missing. As he is putting the arrows into his quiver, it is easy to she that his own arrows are markedly different from the rebel's, and even from the disfavored archer's arrows. They are all tipped with narrow blackened steel arrowheads, with the rest of the arrow made of the darkest materials that he could find. The fetching was slightly curved to allow the arrow to spin in flight. Once he has collected all of his arrows that he can, he will stand with the group.
The Disfavored Captain offers a slightly respectful bow to the Warforged. "Then I must thank both the Archon and you for our rescue. We had expected resistance but not to this degree." The man turns to Marrow as she speaks with the unconscious and bound man, smiling as he realized it. "Marrow, you look a little worse for wear today don't you." He teases at her with a little salute, both having grown familiar with each other during their time in Olds City." You score across those still living but neither recognize none nor are recognized. "It would be easier for you to take him with you. To Fort Reckoning if I had to guess. He should have some information and Nazarat likes to have something to amuse himself..." Valen shudders for a moment before returning the attention to them. "Anything else I can do to thank you before we continue on our way?"
Tork the caravan is entirely Disfavored strangely enough, you would have expected at least some of the group to be of Crimson Guard but none are even among the dead. Ildaer you collect 1/2 you arrows fired.
"Good work Marrow" Slag would say with a pulse of his green eyes. "I am sure some useful information can be extracted from this resource." He would say before his gaze returns to Valen. "If were gunna take him with us, do ya have any restraints that we may commandeer for our mission?" The warforged would ask before looking again to Morrow. "Not that I doubt yer rope skills, but slapping a couple sets on manacles on his wrists an ankles would make me feel a lit better" Slag would say with another pulse of his eyes as the sound of his gears whines slightly louder.
"You look pretty good for a guy who was thisclose to feeding the vultures a few seconds ago, Cap. I on the other hand am the picture of ravishing death as usual with, I might add, not a scratch on me. Think you and your goods can make it to the Ol' Bastard safe and sound from here? Any news of where we're headed?"
She tells him of the road ahead of the caravan, to the Bastard City, catches up with small talk, and otherwise loots whatever valuable things she can find, with an eye on the trees into which the rebels fled.
(Does Marrow see anything interesting/valuable in the rebel leader's pockets/pouches/scabbards?)
Slag would nod to Tork before returning his gaze to Valen. "My companion here has noticed a lack of crimson guard among yer ranks... That seems unusual given the fact that both the disfavored and crimson guard are both equals in the eyes of the dragon king.... would you mind explaining yer.. most unique unit configuration please?" The warforged would reply in a slightly more stern tone as his gravely and metallic voice seems so harden more than normal. "Also, If you could order your men to loot and bring us the rebel weapons, armor, and valuables... they are now property of the dragon king and Tunon. "The warforged would request as the light from under his hood dims.
"Yes, of course for a servant of the Archon we could part with two of our sets." Turning around to shout at the wagons. "Get two pairs of chains for the rebel leader." He turned to Morrow again within a relaxed tone. "If I had known you were just up the road I would have just sat back and taken an easy. But yeah after that encounter I bet we will be seeing lot less bold raids in the future. News? Not particularly good, we have been preparing a way to cross the Queen's River for the past couple days but to no avail is the biggest thing coming to mind." Valen was taken by surprise as Slag brought this, looking over his men before looking back at him. "I received my orders late this afternoon from Corporal Lauren to set out ASAP to Bastard City, I went to the Crimson guard contact for the usual dual assignment for a somewhat risky assignment but there was none, so I set out with what men I had. If we had the Crimson it may have been enough to scare off this ambush... It seems strange now that you bring it up... And of course, they will collect the items of value for you."
Tork none of the men seem particularly concerned, the men mostly seem to be winding down from combat and otherwise look happy to be alive.
Marrow you collect several items including the man's longsword.
"Thank you for the information and assistance" Slag would say with a nod before attaching manacles to their prisoner and slinging him over his hard and jagged shoulder. The warforged's thin dark green robe doing little to cushion the man from the hard metal and wood underneath.
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OOC: did my Alchemical Homunculus hit?
Boo will take a deep breath and go into a rage. Attempting to gore the man on his glaive.
Attack: 11 Damage: 5
Tork
lvl 4 | Half-Orc | Warrior
Tork is bleeding all over right now due to being hit numerous times, and he seems in grim condition. He looks up against the 2 rebels standing before him, and they see his eyes glimmer. All of a sudden, he stands fairly straight, with his foots pressing firmly on the ground. He still seems pretty bad shape, but his inner focus enabled him to pull himself together, and slowed down the bleeding. (Second Wind: 11 )
He then uses his Greataxe to cleave one of the rebels, and if you blinked, you are sure that you saw him cleave the other one at the same time all of a sudden, yet quite not sure if that was real, or your eyes were playing games. (Action Surge)
First Attack: 12 Damage: 11 Slashing Damage
Reroll Damage (Greatweapon Master): 4
Second Attack: 7 Damage: 10 Slashing Damage
Making his way back towards the battle, Slag would lumber towards the enemies as his tools clank and rattle against his metal frame. Glancing to Tork, Slag would launch his javelin towards one of the rebels he is fighting.
Attack: 18 Damage: 4
As the javelin returns to the warforgeds hand with a flash of light and arcs of electricity, Slag would look up yell out in his metalic voice "Inject the half orc with serum 1!". towards the hovering Homunculus. A moment later, the metal insect would rapidly descend and drive its syringe stinger into the back of Torks neck. The liquid burns as it flows through his veins... but not like fire... but instead like the burn of muscles being pushed beyond their limits as he gains (11 temp HP)
Also I forgot to add +3 Plus 1 acid damage to the javelin
Seeing the archer drop, Ildaer shifts his attention back to the leader of the rebels.
Attack (Sharpshooter): 17 Damage: 21
Morinvarin will launch another firebolt at the leader, changing his target to a different rebel if the man in the plumed helm is already down.
Attack: 9 Damage: 7
Current Characters: Tailine, Tiefling Rogue 2 - Zanoliv
As she sights the rebel leader through the magical darkness, Marrow locks onto her target, moves between the fray and engulfs him in a pitch-black globe that appears as nothing more than a gray backdrop for her through her devil's sight.
She meets him in melee and, dancing around him, strikes him in a soft spot. He whirls, striking back at his attacker but he can see nothing and the strike goes wide.
This is exactly where she wants him, and her next attack comes with a boom of energy that surrounds him but does not immediately hurt him (she casts booming blade and attacks with longsword as the melee attack part of the spell, and if he tries to move away, he'll take 2 thunder damage):
Longsword Attack: 19 Damage: 9
Boo stabs forward with his glaive, the man just able to counter it by sidestepping before returning an attack in kind.
The man engaging Tork is caught off guard as the man burns hp to be grazed by it, leaving him open to Torks follows up the attack. The greatsword reaching the man's spin before savagely being ripped out.
Morinvarin switches to a new target as the leader is still encased in the darkness of Marrow's darkness. The other rebel raises his shield catching the bolt in mid-air.
Ildear shifts from the leader as well, firing on one of the other rebels, the arrow piercing the man's throat with ease as he drops to the ground choking on his own blood.
With her light steps, you get behind the figure, the sword cutting deep into him, trying to get distance between you, he takes a step forward, the booming knocking him over as his sword scatters off into the light.
"Retreat, fight another day!" The call goes up from one of the remaining archers in the forest before he disappears from view. The rebels engaged with the caravan make quick work of attempting to kill or run from their opponents, cheers of victory go up from the fellow Disfavored as they launch arrows into the backs of those retreating. The three remaining fighters are encircled and outnumbered drop their blades to the group as caravan guards close in behind them. A member of the caravan approaches you, his shield has three arrows embedded into it, and the stub where one was broken off in his shoulder. "I am Captain Valen of the Disfavored. We were en route to the Bastard City when we were set upon by the rebels. I don't know if we could have survived without your assistance. I thank you greatly."
Slag would motion to his mechanical companion, prompting it to return to the warforged. "Greetings, we are on a special assignment under the archon of justice... Tunon" The warforged would say as he pulls the talisman from his robe.
Darkness swirls in a reverse pitch-black hurricane and the globe dissolves as Marrow dispells it, revealing her form to everyone. She's whistling, and it takes you a second to realize it's a bad drinking song, which she finds amusing somehow.
She steps right over the rebel captain's prone form, the tip of her blade hovering right on his neck. "Well that didn't go like you thought it might, did it," she says to him. (OOC: Is he dead or just incapacitated? If he's incapacitated, she'll divest him of his weapons, stabilize him 9, and tie him tightly.)
"Captain Valen, it's good to see you," she says to the Disfavored leader, who might know her from her time as a sergeant. "This one right here might know something we'd find useful. Better left for wormfood, or revived and alive?"
She steals a few glances at the surviving Disfavored caravan guards to see if she recognizes anyone she'd directly served with, and if so, giving them some playful rude gestures, a custom that had grown out of surviving deadly engagements with the Dragon King's enemies.
Tork
lvl 4 | Half-Orc | Warrior
Tork puts his weapon away, strapping it on his back. Then, he quitely and carefully looks at the group, just in case if there is any crimson guards who is with them, that knows of his shame, his failure. Then he appoaches his comrades to hear the conversation clearly.
Ildaer approaches the group after the rebel retreat, and begins to collect his arrows, as well as any of the other archers arrows if any of his are broken or missing. As he is putting the arrows into his quiver, it is easy to she that his own arrows are markedly different from the rebel's, and even from the disfavored archer's arrows. They are all tipped with narrow blackened steel arrowheads, with the rest of the arrow made of the darkest materials that he could find. The fetching was slightly curved to allow the arrow to spin in flight. Once he has collected all of his arrows that he can, he will stand with the group.
The Disfavored Captain offers a slightly respectful bow to the Warforged. "Then I must thank both the Archon and you for our rescue. We had expected resistance but not to this degree." The man turns to Marrow as she speaks with the unconscious and bound man, smiling as he realized it. "Marrow, you look a little worse for wear today don't you." He teases at her with a little salute, both having grown familiar with each other during their time in Olds City." You score across those still living but neither recognize none nor are recognized. "It would be easier for you to take him with you. To Fort Reckoning if I had to guess. He should have some information and Nazarat likes to have something to amuse himself..." Valen shudders for a moment before returning the attention to them. "Anything else I can do to thank you before we continue on our way?"
Tork the caravan is entirely Disfavored strangely enough, you would have expected at least some of the group to be of Crimson Guard but none are even among the dead. Ildaer you collect 1/2 you arrows fired.
"Good work Marrow" Slag would say with a pulse of his green eyes. "I am sure some useful information can be extracted from this resource." He would say before his gaze returns to Valen. "If were gunna take him with us, do ya have any restraints that we may commandeer for our mission?" The warforged would ask before looking again to Morrow. "Not that I doubt yer rope skills, but slapping a couple sets on manacles on his wrists an ankles would make me feel a lit better" Slag would say with another pulse of his eyes as the sound of his gears whines slightly louder.
"You look pretty good for a guy who was thisclose to feeding the vultures a few seconds ago, Cap. I on the other hand am the picture of ravishing death as usual with, I might add, not a scratch on me. Think you and your goods can make it to the Ol' Bastard safe and sound from here? Any news of where we're headed?"
She tells him of the road ahead of the caravan, to the Bastard City, catches up with small talk, and otherwise loots whatever valuable things she can find, with an eye on the trees into which the rebels fled.
(Does Marrow see anything interesting/valuable in the rebel leader's pockets/pouches/scabbards?)
Tork
lvl 4 | Half-Orc | Warrior
Tork gets quite suspicious of this disfavored group. He slowly approaches slag and whisper:
"Slag, something seems off here. There are no crimson guard who accompanied them, not even among the dead..."
Slag will check the faces of the disfavored leader and remaining troops for a sign of nervousness (insight: 20)
Slag would nod to Tork before returning his gaze to Valen. "My companion here has noticed a lack of crimson guard among yer ranks... That seems unusual given the fact that both the disfavored and crimson guard are both equals in the eyes of the dragon king.... would you mind explaining yer.. most unique unit configuration please?" The warforged would reply in a slightly more stern tone as his gravely and metallic voice seems so harden more than normal. "Also, If you could order your men to loot and bring us the rebel weapons, armor, and valuables... they are now property of the dragon king and Tunon. "The warforged would request as the light from under his hood dims.
OOC: Marrow has been on plenty of missions with only Disfavored, right? And there is normally a schism between Crimson Guard and Disfavored I thought?
"Yes, of course for a servant of the Archon we could part with two of our sets." Turning around to shout at the wagons. "Get two pairs of chains for the rebel leader." He turned to Morrow again within a relaxed tone. "If I had known you were just up the road I would have just sat back and taken an easy. But yeah after that encounter I bet we will be seeing lot less bold raids in the future. News? Not particularly good, we have been preparing a way to cross the Queen's River for the past couple days but to no avail is the biggest thing coming to mind." Valen was taken by surprise as Slag brought this, looking over his men before looking back at him. "I received my orders late this afternoon from Corporal Lauren to set out ASAP to Bastard City, I went to the Crimson guard contact for the usual dual assignment for a somewhat risky assignment but there was none, so I set out with what men I had. If we had the Crimson it may have been enough to scare off this ambush... It seems strange now that you bring it up... And of course, they will collect the items of value for you."
Tork none of the men seem particularly concerned, the men mostly seem to be winding down from combat and otherwise look happy to be alive.
Marrow you collect several items including the man's longsword.
"Thank you for the information and assistance" Slag would say with a nod before attaching manacles to their prisoner and slinging him over his hard and jagged shoulder. The warforged's thin dark green robe doing little to cushion the man from the hard metal and wood underneath.