Scylla, with gentle words, gathers the remaining humans. He gestures to Nonna to take the lead with Orchi close by, while he, Kalmar, and Rol stays back protecting the humans. If the group is in agreement they are ready to move forward.
Rol ponders what to make of his mischievous new "Friend" and peers into the house. Not seeing much of great importance he sighs loudly and jogs over to the group, huffing as he asks," What are we talking about? Ehhh, honestly I am good with whatever... this has proven interesting regardless."
Gene, the raider looks terrified and ready to answer your questions in earnest. Despite this, he grins sardonically, chuckling before coughing with a grimace.
”Sent? No one sends the Cult of the Dragon, We act as one.” He eyes the knife at his throat. “Ahh...Rezmir. She said we’re to bolster the hoard that will usher in the age of the Dragon Queen.” His grin widens. “I don’t mind dying to scum like you. You’ve no hope of entering our camp and it’s only a matter of time before the eggs there hatch.” He laughs, seemingly unhinged, and angles his head back, pushing his neck forward to draw a res line of blood. Rol, you witness much of this.
The rest of you make your way forward not too far ahead. As Rol jogs to catch up, Nonna, Kalmar, Scylla, and Orochi round a bend in the houses and catch a proper view of the keep. It’s not much to look at but it is sturdy looking, solid stone, with a gate currently open and a circular parapet rising up above one corner of the building. The keep is in a clearing, a straight shot roughly 100 feet away. You are not the only one’s seeking safety here, and you see dozens of townsfolk swarming toward the gate from all directions. You see raiders, some of them wearing spiked masks, a drake or two, and kobolds, a couple of them winged, are swarming around beginning to close in. The large dragon, muted blue against the moonlit night sky, flies not far in the distance.
Rollback Post to RevisionRollBack
Incantis, half-elf warlock (great old one) 4/bard 1 ● Thorok Earthhand, hill dwarf mountain druid 6/grave cleric 2
Cragmyre Ironseed, earth genasi ancestral barbarian 3 ● Cyrus Natriallae, aquatic half-elf warlock of the deep 3
Scylla stops the group of humans and his companions as the view of the Keep comes into view. Scylla, hunched over, quickly moves towards the front towards Nonna and Orochi hoping that Kalmar and Rol follow suit. As everyone gathers he looks down at the stream of villagers trying to enter the keep and keeps one eye on the group of kobolds and drakes prepping to strike the unarmed civilians. "Looks like we almost made it. I just worry about those damn raiders closing in. We need to make sure these innocents make it to the keep alive. I fear that I am too wounded to give much aid. Maybe I'll stay close to the humans and will try to lead them to cover while you all try to stop the raiders?"
Kalmar puts tension on his bow string as he considers Scylla’s words. I can’t take many more hits, but I can run and I can fight. Let’s charge up to the gate and cover the retreat of the civilians from there. Hopefully we can buy enough time for them to get inside.He gives a bloody toothed smile as an idea strikes hIm When we reach the gate, we’ll shout commands to imaginary soldiers, maybe that will give these bastards pause. Something about archers on the roof and cavalry coming from behind. Can any of you cast illusions? He relaxes his bow string and wiggles his fingers hopefully.
Rol jogs forward as he watches his compatriots disappear around the corner, trying to use the rhythm of his feet hitting the ground to forgot about the abhorrent sight he had just witnessed. Sadly, he is unsuccessful, as he hears the unhinged laughter ringing in his ears.
Finally catching up with the rest of the group, Rol sucks wind as he answers Kalmar "I wouldn't...call it... my speciality, but I can conjure... a Minor Illusion or two. Catching a little more air, he continues, "I have been holding much of my sorcerous reserves for a moment like this. I shall unleash a barrage or two of Magic Missiles to cover us and townsfolk as we enter the keep. I am ready when you lot are."
This post has potentially manipulated dice roll results.
Scylla's talons tightly grip his javelin as he listens to Kalmar's plan. His eyes continue to scan the scene as well as keeping track of the dragon in the distance until Kalmar's bloody smile draws his attention. Looking at his wounded comrade he nods in agreement. "That could work. They are not the brightest creatures the Gods blesses this world with."
Scylla then looks at the raiders and tries to see if he can count their numbers.
Fellows I might have an idea, I used to sail through the dragon isles with my crew and sometimes at night we’d send a dinghy out and light it on fire to distract the wyverns for safe passage. Rol and I go into the woods over there , he can use his minor illusion to create a massive noise while we light a fire and pepper them to get their attention. That should buy the rest of y’all enough time to get the citizens inside.
I see what you’re saying, Nonna, and that might work with a wyvern on a sailing voyage but we’re dealing with kobolds and men in the middle of a siege, there’s fire and loud noises everywhere. Aaand a loud enough noise might attract that dragon’s attention which would leave us, to use the technical military jargon, ****ed to quite ****ed.
Scyllalistens as the two discuss the plans and then interjects "I feel speed and stealth is of the utmost essence for us to survive this ordeal. We need to stick together or risk losing one of us before we even make it to the Keep. I say we stick with Kalmar's plan." After he finishes he winces slightly from his wounds and grabs his side as smokes bellows out of his nose. "I can't wait much longer. Not sure how much strength I have left."
Scylla turns to Argas and the other human civilians and asks them, “do you know of a safer route to the Keep from here, or is it just this straight shot?”
"Argg..." Argas runs his hand through his coarse beard agitatedly. "I d'no about safer, but there's a way what's not a complete straight shot." The man hurries over to his wife, exchanging a whisper with a dark look of loving worry. She nods solemnly, taking her children by the arms and leads them along to Linen.
Argas looks each of you in the eye. "I won' forget the aid you've already given us, friends, regardless o' what happens here." He beckons and moves forward, the group of commoners close by. He leads onward, forward west but off to the south, away even from the side street you all were on. Here, you make your way through the back fields of some the houses closest to the keep. Argas holds his hand up for pause just before you reach one such house and stops in front of a gap through which you can see the clearing the keep lies in. Several townsfolk are currently darting through the clearing, and several more kobolds and raiders alike swarm about. There is another side street just to the south, and one of Greenest's larger houses directly ahead in line with the keep. The gate is perhaps shy of 100 feet away.
Darkvision:
You see, just inside the keep gate, a shield-bearing dwarf with a sportive mess of tangled, bright red hair. He seems to be alternately shouting and waving townsfolk in, holding his shield aloft while surveying the scene, and holding his hand out to a guard manning the gate.
Let me know where you reasonably think your character would be at this point, and any interaction you feel would have taken place on the way to this point.
Rollback Post to RevisionRollBack
Incantis, half-elf warlock (great old one) 4/bard 1 ● Thorok Earthhand, hill dwarf mountain druid 6/grave cleric 2
Cragmyre Ironseed, earth genasi ancestral barbarian 3 ● Cyrus Natriallae, aquatic half-elf warlock of the deep 3
((Scylla would be standing close to the commoners, being wounded as he is trying to avoid the frontline, but keeping to his word protecting the humans))
Scylla tries to see into the void, but without dark vision, it is a futile attempt. Calling out to no one in particular, he says, "what lays ahead of us?"
Kalmar is also close to the commoners. Seeing the destination in sight Kalmar begins to get antsy. unless any of you who can see in the dark see anything stopping us, I say we charge for the Keep and get these people to safety.
Intimidation: 6
OOC: i want to ask why they are here in this town, who sent them, and where they are based out of.
Gene crouches in front of the raider and pushes the knife enough to draw blood smile never wavering he asks "This scum wants to know..."
Scylla, with gentle words, gathers the remaining humans. He gestures to Nonna to take the lead with Orchi close by, while he, Kalmar, and Rol stays back protecting the humans. If the group is in agreement they are ready to move forward.
Kalmar nods in agreeance with Scylla as he nocks an arrow and prepares to continue to the Keep.
Orochi acknowledges the plan and readies himself.
Rol ponders what to make of his mischievous new "Friend" and peers into the house. Not seeing much of great importance he sighs loudly and jogs over to the group, huffing as he asks," What are we talking about? Ehhh, honestly I am good with whatever... this has proven interesting regardless."
Gene, the raider looks terrified and ready to answer your questions in earnest. Despite this, he grins sardonically, chuckling before coughing with a grimace.
”Sent? No one sends the Cult of the Dragon, We act as one.” He eyes the knife at his throat. “Ahh...Rezmir. She said we’re to bolster the hoard that will usher in the age of the Dragon Queen.” His grin widens. “I don’t mind dying to scum like you. You’ve no hope of entering our camp and it’s only a matter of time before the eggs there hatch.” He laughs, seemingly unhinged, and angles his head back, pushing his neck forward to draw a res line of blood. Rol, you witness much of this.
The rest of you make your way forward not too far ahead. As Rol jogs to catch up, Nonna, Kalmar, Scylla, and Orochi round a bend in the houses and catch a proper view of the keep. It’s not much to look at but it is sturdy looking, solid stone, with a gate currently open and a circular parapet rising up above one corner of the building. The keep is in a clearing, a straight shot roughly 100 feet away. You are not the only one’s seeking safety here, and you see dozens of townsfolk swarming toward the gate from all directions. You see raiders, some of them wearing spiked masks, a drake or two, and kobolds, a couple of them winged, are swarming around beginning to close in. The large dragon, muted blue against the moonlit night sky, flies not far in the distance.
Incantis, half-elf warlock (great old one) 4/bard 1 ● Thorok Earthhand, hill dwarf mountain druid 6/grave cleric 2
Cragmyre Ironseed, earth genasi ancestral barbarian 3 ● Cyrus Natriallae, aquatic half-elf warlock of the deep 3
Scylla stops the group of humans and his companions as the view of the Keep comes into view. Scylla, hunched over, quickly moves towards the front towards Nonna and Orochi hoping that Kalmar and Rol follow suit. As everyone gathers he looks down at the stream of villagers trying to enter the keep and keeps one eye on the group of kobolds and drakes prepping to strike the unarmed civilians. "Looks like we almost made it. I just worry about those damn raiders closing in. We need to make sure these innocents make it to the keep alive. I fear that I am too wounded to give much aid. Maybe I'll stay close to the humans and will try to lead them to cover while you all try to stop the raiders?"
Kalmar puts tension on his bow string as he considers Scylla’s words. I can’t take many more hits, but I can run and I can fight. Let’s charge up to the gate and cover the retreat of the civilians from there. Hopefully we can buy enough time for them to get inside. He gives a bloody toothed smile as an idea strikes hIm When we reach the gate, we’ll shout commands to imaginary soldiers, maybe that will give these bastards pause. Something about archers on the roof and cavalry coming from behind. Can any of you cast illusions? He relaxes his bow string and wiggles his fingers hopefully.
Rol jogs forward as he watches his compatriots disappear around the corner, trying to use the rhythm of his feet hitting the ground to forgot about the abhorrent sight he had just witnessed. Sadly, he is unsuccessful, as he hears the unhinged laughter ringing in his ears.
Finally catching up with the rest of the group, Rol sucks wind as he answers Kalmar "I wouldn't...call it... my speciality, but I can conjure... a Minor Illusion or two. Catching a little more air, he continues, "I have been holding much of my sorcerous reserves for a moment like this. I shall unleash a barrage or two of Magic Missiles to cover us and townsfolk as we enter the keep. I am ready when you lot are."
DM
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CjIr6_o7Pck
Scylla's talons tightly grip his javelin as he listens to Kalmar's plan. His eyes continue to scan the scene as well as keeping track of the dragon in the distance until Kalmar's bloody smile draws his attention. Looking at his wounded comrade he nods in agreement. "That could work. They are not the brightest creatures the Gods blesses this world with."
Scylla then looks at the raiders and tries to see if he can count their numbers.
Perception: 19
Fellows I might have an idea, I used to sail through the dragon isles with my crew and sometimes at night we’d send a dinghy out and light it on fire to distract the wyverns for safe passage. Rol and I go into the woods over there , he can use his minor illusion to create a massive noise while we light a fire and pepper them to get their attention. That should buy the rest of y’all enough time to get the citizens inside.
I see what you’re saying, Nonna, and that might work with a wyvern on a sailing voyage but we’re dealing with kobolds and men in the middle of a siege, there’s fire and loud noises everywhere. Aaand a loud enough noise might attract that dragon’s attention which would leave us, to use the technical military jargon, ****ed to quite ****ed.
Scylla listens as the two discuss the plans and then interjects "I feel speed and stealth is of the utmost essence for us to survive this ordeal. We need to stick together or risk losing one of us before we even make it to the Keep. I say we stick with Kalmar's plan." After he finishes he winces slightly from his wounds and grabs his side as smokes bellows out of his nose. "I can't wait much longer. Not sure how much strength I have left."
Scylla turns to Argas and the other human civilians and asks them, “do you know of a safer route to the Keep from here, or is it just this straight shot?”
"Argg..." Argas runs his hand through his coarse beard agitatedly. "I d'no about safer, but there's a way what's not a complete straight shot." The man hurries over to his wife, exchanging a whisper with a dark look of loving worry. She nods solemnly, taking her children by the arms and leads them along to Linen.
Argas looks each of you in the eye. "I won' forget the aid you've already given us, friends, regardless o' what happens here." He beckons and moves forward, the group of commoners close by. He leads onward, forward west but off to the south, away even from the side street you all were on. Here, you make your way through the back fields of some the houses closest to the keep. Argas holds his hand up for pause just before you reach one such house and stops in front of a gap through which you can see the clearing the keep lies in. Several townsfolk are currently darting through the clearing, and several more kobolds and raiders alike swarm about. There is another side street just to the south, and one of Greenest's larger houses directly ahead in line with the keep. The gate is perhaps shy of 100 feet away.
Darkvision:
You see, just inside the keep gate, a shield-bearing dwarf with a sportive mess of tangled, bright red hair. He seems to be alternately shouting and waving townsfolk in, holding his shield aloft while surveying the scene, and holding his hand out to a guard manning the gate.
Let me know where you reasonably think your character would be at this point, and any interaction you feel would have taken place on the way to this point.
Incantis, half-elf warlock (great old one) 4/bard 1 ● Thorok Earthhand, hill dwarf mountain druid 6/grave cleric 2
Cragmyre Ironseed, earth genasi ancestral barbarian 3 ● Cyrus Natriallae, aquatic half-elf warlock of the deep 3
Incantis, half-elf warlock (great old one) 4/bard 1 ● Thorok Earthhand, hill dwarf mountain druid 6/grave cleric 2
Cragmyre Ironseed, earth genasi ancestral barbarian 3 ● Cyrus Natriallae, aquatic half-elf warlock of the deep 3
((Scylla would be standing close to the commoners, being wounded as he is trying to avoid the frontline, but keeping to his word protecting the humans))
Scylla tries to see into the void, but without dark vision, it is a futile attempt. Calling out to no one in particular, he says, "what lays ahead of us?"
Kalmar is also close to the commoners. Seeing the destination in sight Kalmar begins to get antsy. unless any of you who can see in the dark see anything stopping us, I say we charge for the Keep and get these people to safety.
Linan and Argus solemnly register your words, looking to the rest of the party.
Incantis, half-elf warlock (great old one) 4/bard 1 ● Thorok Earthhand, hill dwarf mountain druid 6/grave cleric 2
Cragmyre Ironseed, earth genasi ancestral barbarian 3 ● Cyrus Natriallae, aquatic half-elf warlock of the deep 3
Is Gene still with the raider? Anything else you'd like to say to him? Also lemme know what you're gonna do with him re: tie up, abandon, kill etc.
Incantis, half-elf warlock (great old one) 4/bard 1 ● Thorok Earthhand, hill dwarf mountain druid 6/grave cleric 2
Cragmyre Ironseed, earth genasi ancestral barbarian 3 ● Cyrus Natriallae, aquatic half-elf warlock of the deep 3