Seeing that her arrows are going wide directing them to those on the ship, and seeing the foes on the ground heading for any possible remaining survivors, Branch switches tactics, and changes out her bow for her rapier and dagger. Heading up to the creature that is attacking Archibald, she attacks
Rapier Attack: 18 Damage: 8
Dagger Attack: 10 Damage: Unable to parse dice roll.
Aluve turns his head slightly and gives a nod in the direction the wooden shaft originated, a subtle thankyou to its wielder.
He turns once more and brings his attention to the giant of man holding of to enemies. He makes a dash towards him eager to assit and take downs more of these creatures. Once he reaches them he again engages in close combat with the soldier, his blades fresh with blood after removing one of the sailors with the burden of having a head.
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Sensing the tide is turning, Bramble commits to covering his allies as they rush headlong into combat. He nocks an arrow and fires at any enemy that gets too close to any of his fellow party members.
Those undead that remained to delay the party, barely even do that. Each falls in quick succession to the onslaught. The scene is one of blood and viscera, but a perhaps not-so surprising lack of bodies, as the party watches what's left of the horde shamble into the brush and darkness. For the most part, those dead that remain are those slain by the party themselves, having finally stopped writhing where they fell. There are other corpses, however. A few sailors, abandoned before they could be reanimated, and a few of the corrupted, a pitifully small number that the crew of this ship managed to take down before the party's arrival. Most of those surround the--surprisingly--still-standing axe-wielder. Who upon closer inspection, turns out to be a half-orc.
The fog long lifted, and quiet now overcoming the scene, things come to blatant notice. By the makings of the ship, though it now lies in two ruins on the forest floor, it's flag that still hangs limply from the spanker, and the crest adorning the half-orcs breast all speak to a single fact that had been overlooked in the chaos preceding this moment: these are--or were--soldiers of the nobility.
Secondly, from the dampness seeping into everyone's boots and the wet glisten of everything as it reflects the lanterns lit on the ship, this place as well suffered a similar rogue wave as the ship back at the river. Notable, however, is the lack of water in this place except for that. There is no river or lake shore here. It is as if a giant lifted the boat free from the water, and dropped it into the forest here.
"Thank you." The half-orc grunts to Aluve, holding his wounded side and leaning on his weapon. "I thought myself a goner."
Han still a bit lost from all the goings on looks to the half-orc “Glad your not a goner but and I’m just spitballing here What in the actual **** was all that?”
"Not a problem big guy, but you really should be thanking them." Aluve nods in the direction of Branch and Bramble. "If it wasn't for their quick action it may have played out differently"
Aluve reaches into his cloak and hands the half orc the flask. "Here, you need this more then I do....so yeah as Han here said...what was that?....Aluve is my name by the way."
In between waiting from a response from the Axe Wielder Aluve also calls out. "Is everyone still alive?"
Branch gives a grateful smile to Aluve and as the others ask questions of the half-orc, she stays near the group, but heads over to where the other survivors were running to see if she can see what was going on over there.
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Letting out a sigh of relief at the sight of the conflict subsiding, Bramble attempts to retrieve his arrows and inspects the undead, trying to determine what they are.
From Bramble's position looming over one of the bodies, looking down at the substance that reanimated it he searches deep in his mind for any information. But try as he might, little comes from the endeavor. What he does take note of is that the substance has turned fluid, every ounce of it inside--and outside--the body has melted into a puddle of various shades of gray and silver. It seems to seep into the very ground beneath them as he watches.
Little comes to Chatcho as well, studying the crest emblazoned on the half-orcs tunic. What he does recognize is that it is of the same faction from which they left port. The same crest had been stamped, draped, and painted on almost every available surface back in town. The half-orc doesn't pay him any mind, nor does he to Archibald, despite the latter's quickness to a mild panic.
The brush-line defining the edge of the clearing is trampled and broken apart, but not as much as one might expect for the number of people that moved through here. There are, of course, numerous tracks and numerous trails to follow, but those of whoever may have survived the ordeal and those who did not are indistinguishable. And there is of course the matter of whatever had been in the forest waiting when those who fled did. The screaming echoes in Branch's mind for a moment: blood-curdling, painful screams. But the memory of the screaming is the only evidence of what may have happened, at least from what can be seen without venturing deeper.
The half-orc takes the flask gratefully, taking a large swig and then dousing his wound in the liquid. He hisses through the pain as he speaks, "Then I thank you again, Han, Aluve. As to your question, I can't rightly say. One moment, we're chasing down pirates in the middle of a lake. The next?" He gestures towards the ruined ship. "It wasn't for an hour or two that anyone tried to venture into the woods. I was below decks when it happened, but next thing I knew there was screaming. I poked my head out to see, and one of 'em had come back, and stabbed poor Jimmy clean through. Things only got worse from there."
Branch can't shake the screaming in her head and seeing the numerous trails to follow, she doesn't know what to do, "Hey Bramble, come over here for second, will ya?" If he decides to join her, she'd like to go in a couple feet to see if they determine more, and she'll help him on trying to figure out what is going on through the tracks.
Aluve began to process what the Half-Orc said. He couldn't help but think that perhaps this was the ship they had spotted in the distance just moments before they had wrecked. The ship they could have been hunting was theirs..... He wasn't sure why Archibald was so worried, but chose his words carefully.
"Do you recognize any part of this area? I am from a different haunt of the world and have no familiarity with this place. That crest.....", Aluve gestures towards the mans uniform. "You work for one of the local lords?"
Aluve looks around to get an idea of where the rest of the party were. Chatcho was hard to miss, providing a large amount of shade for Aluve and Han as they tried to get some information from their new friend. He spotted Branch over by the treeline calling out to Bramble. I hope those two stay out of mischief .
Bramble is enraptured by this strange silvery liquid seeping into the ground, but is pulled out of it when he hears Branch calling for him. He makes his way over to her.
"What is it? Oh, ah, there's tracks? Well, let's see what we can find... um..."
"I do." The half-orc asserts, answering Aluve's other question with, "I do not know this place either, I am afraid. Like I said, we just... appeared here, by some fell magics. But you came out of the wood, you must have a better idea than I?" He looks Aluve up and down questioningly, and then offers the flask back.
The tracks are chaotic and confused, those of the battle layered under those of the survivor's flight. At least four, or five men appear to have fled in this general direction, but separate from each other. Each travelling a slightly different path. Before the pair can glean any more from the tracks, something moves in the darkness and a branch cracks under its weight. It is already moving by the time their eyes leave the ground below them and scan the underbrush that surrounds, catching only a shadowed glimpse of movement deeper into the forest. The sign rings a clear bell in Bramble's mind.
A predator of some kind stalks them now. Its first approach spoiled, it will be maneuvering now to reset its ambush.
Aluve became cautious with his words......he takes the flask back and puts it back in his cloak...slightly annoyed it was now empty.
"Unfortunately not friend, we too have been redirected and now know not where we are. Perhaps you would like to join us? See if we can work out a way out of here. There seems to be something quite foreboding about that forest." Aluve nods in the direction of Branch and Bramble....now noticing they had taken a few steps into the trees.
"Those two...." Aluve mutters under his breath and shakes hjs head with a smirk crossing his face.
He turns back to the Half-Orc. " We have a small transport that was damaged.....we could salvage some things from here and try and repair it....might help us get away from whatever magic haunts this place.....I dont think anything good waits for us through those tress ahead."
As something in the woods snaps the branch, it startles Branch and she turns to Bramble, "What was that? Do you think something needs our attention?" she looks back into the woods, then back at Bramble, "What if something is hurt?"
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Seeing that her arrows are going wide directing them to those on the ship, and seeing the foes on the ground heading for any possible remaining survivors, Branch switches tactics, and changes out her bow for her rapier and dagger. Heading up to the creature that is attacking Archibald, she attacks
Rapier Attack: 18 Damage: 8
Dagger Attack: 10 Damage: Unable to parse dice roll.
Sneak attack add if one hits 3
Aluve turns his head slightly and gives a nod in the direction the wooden shaft originated, a subtle thankyou to its wielder.
He turns once more and brings his attention to the giant of man holding of to enemies. He makes a dash towards him eager to assit and take downs more of these creatures. Once he reaches them he again engages in close combat with the soldier, his blades fresh with blood after removing one of the sailors with the burden of having a head.
Roll: 13 + 2 = 15
Damage : 6 + 2 = 8
Roll 2: 11 + 2 = 13 (miss)
Sensing the tide is turning, Bramble commits to covering his allies as they rush headlong into combat. He nocks an arrow and fires at any enemy that gets too close to any of his fellow party members.
Attack: 24 Damage: 7
Those undead that remained to delay the party, barely even do that. Each falls in quick succession to the onslaught. The scene is one of blood and viscera, but a perhaps not-so surprising lack of bodies, as the party watches what's left of the horde shamble into the brush and darkness. For the most part, those dead that remain are those slain by the party themselves, having finally stopped writhing where they fell. There are other corpses, however. A few sailors, abandoned before they could be reanimated, and a few of the corrupted, a pitifully small number that the crew of this ship managed to take down before the party's arrival. Most of those surround the--surprisingly--still-standing axe-wielder. Who upon closer inspection, turns out to be a half-orc.
The fog long lifted, and quiet now overcoming the scene, things come to blatant notice. By the makings of the ship, though it now lies in two ruins on the forest floor, it's flag that still hangs limply from the spanker, and the crest adorning the half-orcs breast all speak to a single fact that had been overlooked in the chaos preceding this moment: these are--or were--soldiers of the nobility.
Secondly, from the dampness seeping into everyone's boots and the wet glisten of everything as it reflects the lanterns lit on the ship, this place as well suffered a similar rogue wave as the ship back at the river. Notable, however, is the lack of water in this place except for that. There is no river or lake shore here. It is as if a giant lifted the boat free from the water, and dropped it into the forest here.
"Thank you." The half-orc grunts to Aluve, holding his wounded side and leaning on his weapon. "I thought myself a goner."
Han still a bit lost from all the goings on looks to the half-orc “Glad your not a goner but and I’m just spitballing here What in the actual **** was all that?”
"Not a problem big guy, but you really should be thanking them." Aluve nods in the direction of Branch and Bramble. "If it wasn't for their quick action it may have played out differently"
Aluve reaches into his cloak and hands the half orc the flask. "Here, you need this more then I do....so yeah as Han here said...what was that?....Aluve is my name by the way."
In between waiting from a response from the Axe Wielder Aluve also calls out. "Is everyone still alive?"
Branch gives a grateful smile to Aluve and as the others ask questions of the half-orc, she stays near the group, but heads over to where the other survivors were running to see if she can see what was going on over there.
Chatcho towers behind Aluve to get a better vantage of the Half-Orc’s noble crest and see if he can identify the family he serves.
History: 11
Archibald alternates lowering his hands and raising them back up into a ready stance.
"The... They're soldiers? Someone must've told them I'd be out on the water. No one say anything, please."
Paladin - warforged - orange
Letting out a sigh of relief at the sight of the conflict subsiding, Bramble attempts to retrieve his arrows and inspects the undead, trying to determine what they are.
Arcana: 2
From Bramble's position looming over one of the bodies, looking down at the substance that reanimated it he searches deep in his mind for any information. But try as he might, little comes from the endeavor. What he does take note of is that the substance has turned fluid, every ounce of it inside--and outside--the body has melted into a puddle of various shades of gray and silver. It seems to seep into the very ground beneath them as he watches.
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Little comes to Chatcho as well, studying the crest emblazoned on the half-orcs tunic. What he does recognize is that it is of the same faction from which they left port. The same crest had been stamped, draped, and painted on almost every available surface back in town. The half-orc doesn't pay him any mind, nor does he to Archibald, despite the latter's quickness to a mild panic.
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The brush-line defining the edge of the clearing is trampled and broken apart, but not as much as one might expect for the number of people that moved through here. There are, of course, numerous tracks and numerous trails to follow, but those of whoever may have survived the ordeal and those who did not are indistinguishable. And there is of course the matter of whatever had been in the forest waiting when those who fled did. The screaming echoes in Branch's mind for a moment: blood-curdling, painful screams. But the memory of the screaming is the only evidence of what may have happened, at least from what can be seen without venturing deeper.
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The half-orc takes the flask gratefully, taking a large swig and then dousing his wound in the liquid. He hisses through the pain as he speaks, "Then I thank you again, Han, Aluve. As to your question, I can't rightly say. One moment, we're chasing down pirates in the middle of a lake. The next?" He gestures towards the ruined ship. "It wasn't for an hour or two that anyone tried to venture into the woods. I was below decks when it happened, but next thing I knew there was screaming. I poked my head out to see, and one of 'em had come back, and stabbed poor Jimmy clean through. Things only got worse from there."
Branch can't shake the screaming in her head and seeing the numerous trails to follow, she doesn't know what to do, "Hey Bramble, come over here for second, will ya?" If he decides to join her, she'd like to go in a couple feet to see if they determine more, and she'll help him on trying to figure out what is going on through the tracks.
Aluve began to process what the Half-Orc said. He couldn't help but think that perhaps this was the ship they had spotted in the distance just moments before they had wrecked. The ship they could have been hunting was theirs..... He wasn't sure why Archibald was so worried, but chose his words carefully.
"Do you recognize any part of this area? I am from a different haunt of the world and have no familiarity with this place. That crest.....", Aluve gestures towards the mans uniform. "You work for one of the local lords?"
Aluve looks around to get an idea of where the rest of the party were. Chatcho was hard to miss, providing a large amount of shade for Aluve and Han as they tried to get some information from their new friend. He spotted Branch over by the treeline calling out to Bramble. I hope those two stay out of mischief .
Chatcho listens intently, having come to the same conclusion Aluve has regarding this second ship.
Archibald makes himself scarce by trying to look at the silvery slime, knowingly
Investigation 3
Paladin - warforged - orange
Bramble is enraptured by this strange silvery liquid seeping into the ground, but is pulled out of it when he hears Branch calling for him. He makes his way over to her.
"What is it? Oh, ah, there's tracks? Well, let's see what we can find... um..."
Survival (with advantage cause help?): 25
"I do." The half-orc asserts, answering Aluve's other question with, "I do not know this place either, I am afraid. Like I said, we just... appeared here, by some fell magics. But you came out of the wood, you must have a better idea than I?" He looks Aluve up and down questioningly, and then offers the flask back.
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The tracks are chaotic and confused, those of the battle layered under those of the survivor's flight. At least four, or five men appear to have fled in this general direction, but separate from each other. Each travelling a slightly different path. Before the pair can glean any more from the tracks, something moves in the darkness and a branch cracks under its weight. It is already moving by the time their eyes leave the ground below them and scan the underbrush that surrounds, catching only a shadowed glimpse of movement deeper into the forest. The sign rings a clear bell in Bramble's mind.
A predator of some kind stalks them now. Its first approach spoiled, it will be maneuvering now to reset its ambush.
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Archibald crouches low, examining the body.
It is, just that. The body of a sailor, marked with a number of wounds.
Aluve became cautious with his words......he takes the flask back and puts it back in his cloak...slightly annoyed it was now empty.
"Unfortunately not friend, we too have been redirected and now know not where we are. Perhaps you would like to join us? See if we can work out a way out of here. There seems to be something quite foreboding about that forest." Aluve nods in the direction of Branch and Bramble....now noticing they had taken a few steps into the trees.
"Those two...." Aluve mutters under his breath and shakes hjs head with a smirk crossing his face.
He turns back to the Half-Orc. " We have a small transport that was damaged.....we could salvage some things from here and try and repair it....might help us get away from whatever magic haunts this place.....I dont think anything good waits for us through those tress ahead."
Han pipes up from a confused and a bit rattled “Agreed it’s best we get what we need to fix the ship and get out of here.”
As something in the woods snaps the branch, it startles Branch and she turns to Bramble, "What was that? Do you think something needs our attention?" she looks back into the woods, then back at Bramble, "What if something is hurt?"