The cultists (at least those in the vicinity) are dead, only one kobold remains. It takes an attack of opportunity at you but otherwise your dash to the keep is unhindered ((Actually, could you check that you're ~100lbs below encumbrance?))
Attack: 16 Damage: 6
The dagger connects, about to do damage, but glances off your chain at the last moment.
With a shriek, the final kobold goes down, leaving finally open entry into the keep. Now that you are closer, you all see a dwarf with bright red hair and an enormous shield. He is holding his free hand out to the guard manning the gate, and yells out to you. "Are ye gon' dally all nigh' or are ye gon' get inside?! Run ye fools!!"
Combat (and initiative) is over, what would you all like to do?
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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, Rol, and the remaining commoners join the new face just within the gate of the keep. Seeing everyone safely inside, the dwarf swiftly lowers his hand and the gate begins clanging shut just as you all see another wave of kobolds and raiders begin to amass on the field. The dwarf turns to you. "Whew, ye cut tha' close lads!! Yer all hurt summat fierce an' another mo' an' I woulda had the gate shu'!"
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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 gently puts Linan down on the ground then drops to the ground, tired, wounded, and out of breath. Wisps of smoke billow out of his nose. He looks up at the new comer. “Many thanks, stranger.” And then turns to the dwarf and says, “we need medically attention on the quick.,” and then gestures over to Linan.
You see now that the figure who pulled Kalmar into the Keep is a half-elf, though you might not be able to tell if you couldn’t see his ears. He cracks his neck and blows out a long breath. You boys have any idea what’s going on out there?
Scylla rests his back against the wall, his legs splayed out in front of him. He looks up at the half-elf, "we were making our way down the road when we saw a huge dragon come flying and then we ran into a hoard of kobolds. We managed to fight our way to this keep with the help of some of the civilians. We tried to save as many as we could, but the kobolds were overwhelming. What's your name? I am Scylla Riptide."
The half elf sketches a quick bow and introduces himself Daigren, Daigren Feld. Pleasure to make your acquaintance. I’m just passing through town myself, picked a hell of a time though. Haha.He looks down at the still unconscious Kalmar Hey, lighten up pal, it’s a joke. Hahahaha. Sorry, a good battle always makes me punchy.
The dwarf looks to one of the guardsmen. "Don' jus' dally, call fer the pries' yeh lubber!" He turns to all of you. "Castellan Escober' the Red, a' yer service! Shieldmaster, an' Keeper o' the Keep! We ough' ter get ye ter Governor Nighthill, he'll be wantin' ter talk ter the group what fough' their way in an' saved 'alf a dozen folk or more."
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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
After a moment the guardsman returns, bringing an exhausted looking priest, who wearily begins to cast prayer of healing. "This is the last of my major healing, Escobert, you know," he says while casting.
Kalmar rises a bit unsteadily to his feet. Well, looks like I got you to the Keep. This is the Keep, right? I’m afraid this is where I take my leave, boys and girls, I’ve got some business to attend to. With that Kalmar shakes some hands, pats some shoulders and follows the cleric back out of the room.
Daigren looks after him You’re welcome! “Got you to the Keep” ha! What an ass!”Then, to his new friends Well, shall we go see the Governor? I’m sure he’s dying to lavish some rewards on us.
((OOC – Sorry for being MIA but I'm back *****es!))
A soft, faint scream can be heard. It rapidly gets louder and louder until with a loud shattering noise a barrel comes hurtling out of the sky, landing on the ground it, exploding to reveal Nonna wearing a bucket with two holes on her head clutching a chicken with a tiny helmet.
You would not believe the day I've had! How are you guys doing
She looks over at Scylla and says, Jesus man you really gotta stop dying you look like shit!! Who's the elf? The Chicken clucks at Nonna pecking on the bucket huh?! what's that general?! Kalmar's gone and fell in a well? Ohh no he's giving his fare farewell. Bye Kalmar!
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The cultists (at least those in the vicinity) are dead, only one kobold remains. It takes an attack of opportunity at you but otherwise your dash to the keep is unhindered ((Actually, could you check that you're ~100lbs below encumbrance?))
Attack: 16 Damage: 6
The dagger connects, about to do damage, but glances off your chain at the last moment.
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
Rol, your move!
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
((My capacity is 225lbs and currently carrying 136lbs))
((I'd say you're mildly encumbered, but with the dash you can make it inside))
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
((he'll drop 5 days worth of ration from his backpack to lighten his load by 10 pounds. Will that help?))
Rol takes a deep breath and aims a Fire bolt at the sole remaining Kobold.
Attack: 18 Damage: 0
Forgot the damage roll lmao 1
With a shriek, the final kobold goes down, leaving finally open entry into the keep. Now that you are closer, you all see a dwarf with bright red hair and an enormous shield. He is holding his free hand out to the guard manning the gate, and yells out to you. "Are ye gon' dally all nigh' or are ye gon' get inside?! Run ye fools!!"
Combat (and initiative) is over, what would you all like to do?
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 quickly hustles over towards the dwarf with Linan draped over his right shoulder.
The newcomer cleans and sheathes his weapons and drags Kalmar towards the Keep. Let’s get inside, you boys can thank me later.
Scylla, Rol, and the remaining commoners join the new face just within the gate of the keep. Seeing everyone safely inside, the dwarf swiftly lowers his hand and the gate begins clanging shut just as you all see another wave of kobolds and raiders begin to amass on the field. The dwarf turns to you. "Whew, ye cut tha' close lads!! Yer all hurt summat fierce an' another mo' an' I woulda had the gate shu'!"
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 gently puts Linan down on the ground then drops to the ground, tired, wounded, and out of breath. Wisps of smoke billow out of his nose. He looks up at the new comer. “Many thanks, stranger.” And then turns to the dwarf and says, “we need medically attention on the quick.,” and then gestures over to Linan.
You see now that the figure who pulled Kalmar into the Keep is a half-elf, though you might not be able to tell if you couldn’t see his ears. He cracks his neck and blows out a long breath. You boys have any idea what’s going on out there?
Scylla rests his back against the wall, his legs splayed out in front of him. He looks up at the half-elf, "we were making our way down the road when we saw a huge dragon come flying and then we ran into a hoard of kobolds. We managed to fight our way to this keep with the help of some of the civilians. We tried to save as many as we could, but the kobolds were overwhelming. What's your name? I am Scylla Riptide."
The half elf sketches a quick bow and introduces himself Daigren, Daigren Feld. Pleasure to make your acquaintance. I’m just passing through town myself, picked a hell of a time though. Haha. He looks down at the still unconscious Kalmar Hey, lighten up pal, it’s a joke. Hahahaha. Sorry, a good battle always makes me punchy.
He then smacks his lips to indicate a dry mouth. And thirsty, is there anything to drink in here?
The dwarf looks to one of the guardsmen. "Don' jus' dally, call fer the pries' yeh lubber!" He turns to all of you. "Castellan Escober' the Red, a' yer service! Shieldmaster, an' Keeper o' the Keep! We ough' ter get ye ter Governor Nighthill, he'll be wantin' ter talk ter the group what fough' their way in an' saved 'alf a dozen folk or more."
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
After a moment the guardsman returns, bringing an exhausted looking priest, who wearily begins to cast prayer of healing. "This is the last of my major healing, Escobert, you know," he says while casting.
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
The dwarf grits his teeth. "Ah...Call fer Nighthill!" he calls out to another guard.
After 10 minutes: 14 healing to all party members plus Linan and Argas.
((Is there anybody not at full from that?))
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
Kalmar rises a bit unsteadily to his feet. Well, looks like I got you to the Keep. This is the Keep, right? I’m afraid this is where I take my leave, boys and girls, I’ve got some business to attend to. With that Kalmar shakes some hands, pats some shoulders and follows the cleric back out of the room.
Daigren looks after him You’re welcome! “Got you to the Keep” ha! What an ass!” Then, to his new friends Well, shall we go see the Governor? I’m sure he’s dying to lavish some rewards on us.
((OOC – Sorry for being MIA but I'm back *****es!))
A soft, faint scream can be heard. It rapidly gets louder and louder until with a loud shattering noise a barrel comes hurtling out of the sky, landing on the ground it, exploding to reveal Nonna wearing a bucket with two holes on her head clutching a chicken with a tiny helmet.
You would not believe the day I've had! How are you guys doing
She looks over at Scylla and says, Jesus man you really gotta stop dying you look like shit!! Who's the elf? The Chicken clucks at Nonna pecking on the bucket huh?! what's that general?! Kalmar's gone and fell in a well? Ohh no he's giving his fare farewell. Bye Kalmar!