There was no warning. Baldenvelt the proud Dwarven capital has been overwhelmed by a massive horde of goblins descending from the Upper Reaches. After decades of undisturbed peace the city was caught completely unprepared. To make matters worse the goblin army is supported by three green dragons, terrible beasts in their own right and devastating to the capitals defences. Baldenvelt is fallen, leaving the High Rock region defenceless against the tide of war. Why did the goblins attack and what dark force binds dragons to their service? Only time will tell!
While the battle rages outside a female dwarf and her male gnome companion have taken refuge in a warehouse at the edge of the Baldenvelt dockyards. The warehouse seems to be kitted out more like a laboratory than a store room with strange instruments and vats of steaming chemicals set out with scientific care. They stand now over a large cage containing an unconscious dwarf clothed in rags, seemingly a prisoner of this place.
"Any luck mender?" whispers the female dwarf.
"Can't get it open Captain." mumbles the gnome.
"I thought you people were good at this kind of thing." she replies earning a withering look from the gnome. She raises her hands, "Apologies, old habits."
"Come on, come on." mender grumbles as he works on the cage, "The crew will be here soon and we can't just leave him here for the squints."
"Now who's being racist." chuckles the Dwarf.
"Goblins have bloody well earned it." mender snaps back, "Ah! got it!" The cage swings open....
OOC: Enter the game in what ever order you wish. Welcome to Stonebound!
Mumbling to himself- "Was supposed to be a routine trip to the capital. Guide a few folks through the caverns and pick up supplies at the docks..."
"What the?! Are those dragons?! Here?! Ack, something is seriously out of balance, goblins can't do this on their own!" *Sees the warehouse and starts running for it*
*Pack of goblins comes out of the buildings to the side*
*Turning toward the goblins, I raise my hands, make a few gestures, entangle thorny vines with a rocklike exterior sprout from the ground and grasp the goblins, slowly crushing and squeezing*
"Ha! Nasty buggers!"
*reaching down to get a pinch of dirt, a few more prayers to ole mother nature, longstrider *
"Catch me now fools" *barrels through the door to the warehouse*
While the battle rages outside a female dwarf and her male gnome companion have taken refuge in a warehouse at the edge of the Baldenvelt dockyards. The warehouse seems to be kitted out more like a laboratory than a store room with strange instruments and vats of steaming chemicals set out with scientific care. They stand now over a large cage containing an unconscious dwarf clothed in rags, seemingly a prisoner of this place.
"Any luck mender?" whispers the female dwarf.
"Can't get it open Captain." mumbles the gnome.
"I thought you people were good at this kind of thing." she replies earning a withering look from the gnome. She raises her hands, "Apologies, old habits."
"Come on, come on." mender grumbles as he works on the cage, "The crew will be here soon and we can't just leave him here for the squints."
"Now who's being racist." chuckles the Dwarf.
"Goblins have bloody well earned it." mender snaps back, "Ah! got it!" The cage swings open....
OOC: Enter the game in what ever order you wish. Welcome to Stonebound!
"Well, that were a noice trick, mender?" A voice whispers out of the gloom, coming from a small shadowed figure, who is approaching the cage and the folk in and around it. "Is he living?" Pointing at the dwarf the figure resolves into a gnome in leather armor and a dark grey hooded cloak. "Ye be knowing him? What's 'e done what gots the squints against him? An' bye-the-bye, there be an army o' goblins an' a few dragons attackin' the city. Seem purtty riled up t' me, so's this place might not be such a bad spot t' be in at the moment."
He looks them over, "Name's Cyflym, Mercwri Cyflym," he executes a small bow. "At yer's service. Who bes you?"
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Panic is a mechanism that strengthens the gene pool.
An odd looking male dwarf, devoid of facial hair and with most of the hair on his head in a wispy comb over walks through a scrapple of goblins. Each goblin turns to attack him, but then hesitates and swings at something or someone else.
He strides confidently, holding a hammer and axe in his hands and approaches the warehouse collectedly. That is until one if the goblins finally did swing at him.
He launches into some basic attacks against the goblin Sand as he does there is a shimmer of dissipating magic and the dwarfs expression turns from confident to concerned. Dispatching this one goblin he high tails it to the warehouse.
He spins and faces the door putting his handaxe away and producing an arcane orb.
Torvin was tasked to go to the docks and check on some supplies that were supposed to be in and arrange for the delivery at the Temple. He was about three quarters of the way there when he heard screams to the North. He turned to look in that direction and what was that he saw in the sky.....a Dragon? No it couldn't be. about that time he heard screams coming from the docks. Since he was closer to the docks he began running in that direction. As he neared the docks he saw the Goblins...Too many to count. He saw others fighting them and he armed himself with his trusty warhammer, said a prayer to Moradin. Let out a battle cry and charged into a small group of them near a warehouse.
Swinging his hammer with a fury he downed about three but, he saw more coming......too many to fight alone. Maybe it would be better to re-group and see if he could find some allies to help. He saw the door to the warehouse and bolted for it. Inside he could take a breather and maybe come up with a plan.
Freak swims in darkness, directionless. He is home, the place with no pain and no memories.
...
Voices he did not recognized started tugging, like a faceless parent pulling his ear. No! Not yet!... Then more voices.
...
He was at the surface now. But he was reflex trained not to give it away. Opening his eyes only brought the pain more quickly. He listens.
((The caged dwarf is almost naked, but for some dirty rags. He has long hair and beard, and a young face. Even curled on the ground like he was, you can tell he is athletic, his muscles well worked, but also fully covered by scars, some fresh. Those more experienced or a little trained in medicine would recognise scars caused by different means: cuts, bites, burns, corrosion, even frostbite.))
Hitticus backs toward the caged dwarf. "By Balden's Balls, what happened to you? Can you stand? Can you fight?" He stands in front of the cage in a defensive posture.
Cyflym the pair gape at you as you make your introductions, they obviously had no clue that you were there and are a little taken aback by your sudden appearance. It is the female Dwarf that speaks first and a little stiffly, not liking the surprise.
"Captain Shufa Blackfire of the Firehook, and this here is Mender my apprentice Rune Shaper." They look back down at the body in the cage but before they can answer your other questions the side door to the warehouse burts open and a dwarf barrels into the room with a cry of "Catch me now fools!"
Uldran as the door closes behind you, you are faced with two gnomes and a female Dwarf standing around an open cage. However, before you can even raise a greeting the main doors at the front of the warehouse creek open and beardless dwarf slips in to be greeted by the same sight. Hitticus, not expecting to see the warehouse occupied you are somewhat surprised by the sudden company.
"By Morodins hairy arse cheeks, has someone been selling tickets!" the female Dwarf groans. "Quick get in, get in before you bring the whole bloody horde and a dragon down on our heads."
No sooner had the words left her mouth than the main doors slammed open once more and another Dwarf bursts inside. Torvin you race inside and straight into the back of another Dwarf who was standing near the doorway.
Hitticus and Torvin please both roll a Dex ability check.
Freak you hear all of this as you lie there. Roll a performance check to see how good you are at "playing dead." :)
OOC: Phew I managed to squeeze in the blasphemy before the cleric arrived. Once Randrak gets here we are well and truly off the starting block. Once we have those rolls in feel free to mingle :)
Freak, Sounds of battle outside. The distant roar of dragons. A sudden mass of strangers entering the warehouse and your cage now sitting open! All of this strangeness throws you off your game somewhat and your face looks a little too interested to pass for unconscious. (Anyone with a passive perception of 10 or more within 5 feet would spot you are faking, if they cared to look). Luckily for you, everyone is currently distracted by the Dwarves tumbling into each other by the main doors right now!
OOC: Hitticus I think we posted together. We'll just say the cage is position toward the front of the warehouse closer to the main doors in this scene to remove any contradictions :)
Randrak places another card on the top of the table in front of him.
"Looks like I win, lads," Randrak says as he collects his winnings, chuckling to himself. The other soldiers throw their cards down on the table with a groan. "Oh well, better look time next. Eh?"
Then all hell breaks loose when a green dragon breaks through the roof of the barracks. Its long green head pokes through the hole and grabs another soldier between its sharp teeth.
"Oh hell," Randrak exclaims. "Vonbek!"
At the same time, goblins burst in through the back doors of the barracks. Randrak jumps to his feet pulling his handaxes off his back. A goblin leaps towards him and Randrak swings his right hand towards the goblins cleaving it open. The goblin falls down dead as blood splatters from the gaping wound. Randrak looks up and sees that goblins have already killed his comrades.
Randrak rushes towards the exists, swing his axes and killing a couple more goblins as he moves. Eventually, he makes it outside pushing through the horde of goblins swarming into the barracks. Other goblins are outside attacking people in the city. But it looks like the barracks are one of the first places to be attacked. The place is no longer defendable, not with a green dragon pulling the place apart.
However, he wastes no time as he bolts forward towards the goblins. He swings axe blow after axe blow chopping and slashing his way through any goblin that gets in his way. A part of him pulls at him to help others, to save as many lives as he can. But he reasons that if he stopped to save everyone he can, then he would be quickly overcome by the goblins and fall under their attacks.
Randrak continues to tear down the streets like a mad man swinging his axes as he moves. More goblins fall under his attacks and more blood splatters against his chainmail. There's no end to the swarm. He realises that if he is to survive, he needs somewhere else to hold up in. Somewhere defendable, with a possible escape if the place gets overwhelmed. Then he realises the ideal place. The warehouse at the edge of the docks.
He takes a moment to pause to get his bearings and swings his left handaxe into another goblin that launches at him. Then with a roar, he runs in the direction of the docks, and the warehouse. He has to make it to the other side of the capital, which easier said than done with goblins swarming the area, and two green dragons flying overhead. Then he spots the third green dragon in distance also attacking the city. He curses under his breath.
Eventually, he makes it to the other side of the city, and to the warehouse. He barges in through the side doors before slamming them behind him. Anyone who looks over will see a warn out dwarf clad in the armour of the city's soldiers, covered in goblin blood. Bits of goblin flesh are caught in his red hair and big bushy red beard.
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“The secret we should never let the gamemasters know is that they don't need any rules.” ― Gary Gygax
Torvin you clatter into the back of the stranger but manage to keep your balance. Hitticus, you are not so lucky and the momentum of the newcomer sends you bowling over to land with a thud on your arse before the open cage.
Randrak you enter on the back of this to find what is starting to become quite a crowded warehouse!
"Fire and ash!" cried the female dwarf, "By all means come in soldier, come in! Invite the whole population of this gods forsaken city in while you're at it! Is there a damned sign outside or something?!"
OOC: ...and we are away! Make your introductions and question the Npcs :)
OOC: Not personally. The Stoneship fleet is mercenary not state military, but you would have heard of the Firehook. Roll for Intelligence to see what you recall. (We will say from your passive perception that you do recognise the burning hook emblem on the sash she wears round her arm)
Prologue: Goblin Invasion
There was no warning. Baldenvelt the proud Dwarven capital has been overwhelmed by a massive horde of goblins descending from the Upper Reaches. After decades of undisturbed peace the city was caught completely unprepared. To make matters worse the goblin army is supported by three green dragons, terrible beasts in their own right and devastating to the capitals defences. Baldenvelt is fallen, leaving the High Rock region defenceless against the tide of war. Why did the goblins attack and what dark force binds dragons to their service? Only time will tell!
DM - Warlock of Firetop Mountain
Part 1 : Fire and Blood
The Warehouse
While the battle rages outside a female dwarf and her male gnome companion have taken refuge in a warehouse at the edge of the Baldenvelt dockyards. The warehouse seems to be kitted out more like a laboratory than a store room with strange instruments and vats of steaming chemicals set out with scientific care. They stand now over a large cage containing an unconscious dwarf clothed in rags, seemingly a prisoner of this place.
"Any luck mender?" whispers the female dwarf.
"Can't get it open Captain." mumbles the gnome.
"I thought you people were good at this kind of thing." she replies earning a withering look from the gnome. She raises her hands, "Apologies, old habits."
"Come on, come on." mender grumbles as he works on the cage, "The crew will be here soon and we can't just leave him here for the squints."
"Now who's being racist." chuckles the Dwarf.
"Goblins have bloody well earned it." mender snaps back, "Ah! got it!" The cage swings open....
OOC: Enter the game in what ever order you wish. Welcome to Stonebound!
DM - Warlock of Firetop Mountain
Mumbling to himself- "Was supposed to be a routine trip to the capital. Guide a few folks through the caverns and pick up supplies at the docks..."
"What the?! Are those dragons?! Here?! Ack, something is seriously out of balance, goblins can't do this on their own!" *Sees the warehouse and starts running for it*
*Pack of goblins comes out of the buildings to the side*
*Turning toward the goblins, I raise my hands, make a few gestures, entangle thorny vines with a rocklike exterior sprout from the ground and grasp the goblins, slowly crushing and squeezing*
"Ha! Nasty buggers!"
*reaching down to get a pinch of dirt, a few more prayers to ole mother nature, longstrider *
"Catch me now fools" *barrels through the door to the warehouse*
Uldran Sporebringer | Lvl 2 Dwarf Druid | Stonebound
Allorian Silverfin | Lvl 1 Rogue | Gillesburg
"Well, that were a noice trick, mender?" A voice whispers out of the gloom, coming from a small shadowed figure, who is approaching the cage and the folk in and around it. "Is he living?" Pointing at the dwarf the figure resolves into a gnome in leather armor and a dark grey hooded cloak. "Ye be knowing him? What's 'e done what gots the squints against him? An' bye-the-bye, there be an army o' goblins an' a few dragons attackin' the city. Seem purtty riled up t' me, so's this place might not be such a bad spot t' be in at the moment."
He looks them over, "Name's Cyflym, Mercwri Cyflym," he executes a small bow. "At yer's service. Who bes you?"
Panic is a mechanism that strengthens the gene pool.
An odd looking male dwarf, devoid of facial hair and with most of the hair on his head in a wispy comb over walks through a scrapple of goblins. Each goblin turns to attack him, but then hesitates and swings at something or someone else.
He strides confidently, holding a hammer and axe in his hands and approaches the warehouse collectedly. That is until one if the goblins finally did swing at him.
He launches into some basic attacks against the goblin Sand as he does there is a shimmer of dissipating magic and the dwarfs expression turns from confident to concerned. Dispatching this one goblin he high tails it to the warehouse.
He spins and faces the door putting his handaxe away and producing an arcane orb.
Torvin was tasked to go to the docks and check on some supplies that were supposed to be in and arrange for the delivery at the Temple. He was about three quarters of the way there when he heard screams to the North. He turned to look in that direction and what was that he saw in the sky.....a Dragon? No it couldn't be. about that time he heard screams coming from the docks. Since he was closer to the docks he began running in that direction. As he neared the docks he saw the Goblins...Too many to count. He saw others fighting them and he armed himself with his trusty warhammer, said a prayer to Moradin. Let out a battle cry and charged into a small group of them near a warehouse.
Swinging his hammer with a fury he downed about three but, he saw more coming......too many to fight alone. Maybe it would be better to re-group and see if he could find some allies to help. He saw the door to the warehouse and bolted for it. Inside he could take a breather and maybe come up with a plan.
Freak swims in darkness, directionless. He is home, the place with no pain and no memories.
...
Voices he did not recognized started tugging, like a faceless parent pulling his ear. No! Not yet!... Then more voices.
...
He was at the surface now. But he was reflex trained not to give it away. Opening his eyes only brought the pain more quickly. He listens.
((The caged dwarf is almost naked, but for some dirty rags. He has long hair and beard, and a young face. Even curled on the ground like he was, you can tell he is athletic, his muscles well worked, but also fully covered by scars, some fresh. Those more experienced or a little trained in medicine would recognise scars caused by different means: cuts, bites, burns, corrosion, even frostbite.))
Hitticus backs toward the caged dwarf. "By Balden's Balls, what happened to you? Can you stand? Can you fight?" He stands in front of the cage in a defensive posture.
((The caged dwarf plays dead. There are three others near the cage at the moment, a dwarf and two gnomes.))
The cage swings open....
Cyflym the pair gape at you as you make your introductions, they obviously had no clue that you were there and are a little taken aback by your sudden appearance. It is the female Dwarf that speaks first and a little stiffly, not liking the surprise.
"Captain Shufa Blackfire of the Firehook, and this here is Mender my apprentice Rune Shaper." They look back down at the body in the cage but before they can answer your other questions the side door to the warehouse burts open and a dwarf barrels into the room with a cry of "Catch me now fools!"
Uldran as the door closes behind you, you are faced with two gnomes and a female Dwarf standing around an open cage. However, before you can even raise a greeting the main doors at the front of the warehouse creek open and beardless dwarf slips in to be greeted by the same sight. Hitticus, not expecting to see the warehouse occupied you are somewhat surprised by the sudden company.
"By Morodins hairy arse cheeks, has someone been selling tickets!" the female Dwarf groans. "Quick get in, get in before you bring the whole bloody horde and a dragon down on our heads."
No sooner had the words left her mouth than the main doors slammed open once more and another Dwarf bursts inside. Torvin you race inside and straight into the back of another Dwarf who was standing near the doorway.
Hitticus and Torvin please both roll a Dex ability check.
Freak you hear all of this as you lie there. Roll a performance check to see how good you are at "playing dead." :)
OOC: Phew I managed to squeeze in the blasphemy before the cleric arrived. Once Randrak gets here we are well and truly off the starting block. Once we have those rolls in feel free to mingle :)
DM - Warlock of Firetop Mountain
Freak's performance: 9
Freak, Sounds of battle outside. The distant roar of dragons. A sudden mass of strangers entering the warehouse and your cage now sitting open! All of this strangeness throws you off your game somewhat and your face looks a little too interested to pass for unconscious. (Anyone with a passive perception of 10 or more within 5 feet would spot you are faking, if they cared to look). Luckily for you, everyone is currently distracted by the Dwarves tumbling into each other by the main doors right now!
OOC: Hitticus I think we posted together. We'll just say the cage is position toward the front of the warehouse closer to the main doors in this scene to remove any contradictions :)
DM - Warlock of Firetop Mountain
Hitticus dex check: 5
(Ooc: sorry got excited and jumped ahead. Will try to have myself)
Randrak places another card on the top of the table in front of him.
"Looks like I win, lads," Randrak says as he collects his winnings, chuckling to himself. The other soldiers throw their cards down on the table with a groan. "Oh well, better look time next. Eh?"
Then all hell breaks loose when a green dragon breaks through the roof of the barracks. Its long green head pokes through the hole and grabs another soldier between its sharp teeth.
"Oh hell," Randrak exclaims. "Vonbek!"
At the same time, goblins burst in through the back doors of the barracks. Randrak jumps to his feet pulling his handaxes off his back. A goblin leaps towards him and Randrak swings his right hand towards the goblins cleaving it open. The goblin falls down dead as blood splatters from the gaping wound. Randrak looks up and sees that goblins have already killed his comrades.
Randrak rushes towards the exists, swing his axes and killing a couple more goblins as he moves. Eventually, he makes it outside pushing through the horde of goblins swarming into the barracks. Other goblins are outside attacking people in the city. But it looks like the barracks are one of the first places to be attacked. The place is no longer defendable, not with a green dragon pulling the place apart.
However, he wastes no time as he bolts forward towards the goblins. He swings axe blow after axe blow chopping and slashing his way through any goblin that gets in his way. A part of him pulls at him to help others, to save as many lives as he can. But he reasons that if he stopped to save everyone he can, then he would be quickly overcome by the goblins and fall under their attacks.
Randrak continues to tear down the streets like a mad man swinging his axes as he moves. More goblins fall under his attacks and more blood splatters against his chainmail. There's no end to the swarm. He realises that if he is to survive, he needs somewhere else to hold up in. Somewhere defendable, with a possible escape if the place gets overwhelmed. Then he realises the ideal place. The warehouse at the edge of the docks.
He takes a moment to pause to get his bearings and swings his left handaxe into another goblin that launches at him. Then with a roar, he runs in the direction of the docks, and the warehouse. He has to make it to the other side of the capital, which easier said than done with goblins swarming the area, and two green dragons flying overhead. Then he spots the third green dragon in distance also attacking the city. He curses under his breath.
Eventually, he makes it to the other side of the city, and to the warehouse. He barges in through the side doors before slamming them behind him. Anyone who looks over will see a warn out dwarf clad in the armour of the city's soldiers, covered in goblin blood. Bits of goblin flesh are caught in his red hair and big bushy red beard.
“The secret we should never let the gamemasters know is that they don't need any rules.” ― Gary Gygax
Torvin Dex check: 11
Torvin you clatter into the back of the stranger but manage to keep your balance. Hitticus, you are not so lucky and the momentum of the newcomer sends you bowling over to land with a thud on your arse before the open cage.
Randrak you enter on the back of this to find what is starting to become quite a crowded warehouse!
"Fire and ash!" cried the female dwarf, "By all means come in soldier, come in! Invite the whole population of this gods forsaken city in while you're at it! Is there a damned sign outside or something?!"
OOC: ...and we are away! Make your introductions and question the Npcs :)
DM - Warlock of Firetop Mountain
OOC: Do I know the captain, or is the Firehook another group?
“The secret we should never let the gamemasters know is that they don't need any rules.” ― Gary Gygax
OOC: Not personally. The Stoneship fleet is mercenary not state military, but you would have heard of the Firehook. Roll for Intelligence to see what you recall. (We will say from your passive perception that you do recognise the burning hook emblem on the sash she wears round her arm)
DM - Warlock of Firetop Mountain
Randrak Intelligence: 5
“The secret we should never let the gamemasters know is that they don't need any rules.” ― Gary Gygax
OOC: Well that's no good.
“The secret we should never let the gamemasters know is that they don't need any rules.” ― Gary Gygax