Thurodim listens to the Commander and grunts. He wasn't used to travelling overland and would much prefer to walk over getting fat and restless sitting on a cart. The half-orc is about to reach over for the introductory letter as the young pale-skinned elf with the long auburn hair leaps up and grabs it, leaving Thurodim with an empty hand, glancing over at Mala for a moment with a shrug. He then grabs his greataxe again, hoisting it over his muscled shoulder for a new attempt to get going, following the Commander, curious about what kind of birds that would attack the Angel Tower.
Heran was with the rest of the group in putting on their equipment after asking her question. She slipped her rapier sheathe back onto her belt- cloak shifting enough to reveal several daggers on it as well- before shrugging on her well worn back. She frowns at the mention of an aerial attack... by birds. She quickly slings her pack off one arm, taking off the bow, and finding a new home for the quiver by her side.
"Guess we're not going to be waiting 'round for that wagon." Heran states half-jokingly as she exits with the rest.
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“Either or the victims were few.” He said to Mala in a somber tone. Landgrave response left it more than clear that things were not so simple. “Anyhow, had to che…”
Before he could finish the sentence the half-elf barged into the room and his words changed Ilithir’s expression. A few years before he might have shared Ghurr’s thoughts. Maybe even believed those birds were common animals, but time in the road had taught him better. The world had its fair share of large beasts and monsters and whatever could cause alarm to a city guard, no matter how small or unequipped, was sure to fall on one of those categories.
“I believe we won’t be dealing with normal creatures and it would be better to treat them as enemies, Green.” He said following the others and pulling a semitransparent, grey crystal. Faera would recognize it as an arcane focus. “Fair warning – if you see a wall of silver fog on the battlefield, assume it is an illusion spell of mine. By doing so it should become transparent to your eyes. Ranged attackers can use it for cover. It won’t actually block anything, but our enemies should either act assuming it will or delay the actions to discern the nature of the image.”
And in saying so the elf readies himself to cast Silent Image, creating an argent mist between the group and the sky at the first sign of a flying enemy.
Notes: If possible to ready actions, I would like for Ilithir to ready the casting of Silent Image (through the use of his Misty Visions invocation) creating the illusion of a curtain of silver mist between the group and any flying enemies (blocking their vision of party an allies, as if they were heavily obscured). The trigger of the readied action would be Ilithir seeing the flying enemies.
Mala nodded a few times as Ilithir spoke of rhetoric and contracts. Perhaps other things as well. "Yes, yes, very interesting," she was saying just as the Commander responded. After the commotion of the half-elf bursting in, Mala watched to make sure someone picked up the letter. Once she sees Faera grab it she's content to head out. With her equipment already gathered, she is quickly out the door following after Commander Landgrave.
Notes: If possible to ready actions, I would like for Ilithir to ready the casting of Silent Image (through the use of his Misty Visions invocation) creating the illusion of a curtain of silver mist between the group and any flying enemies (blocking their vision of party an allies, as if they were heavily obscured). The trigger of the readied action would be Ilithir seeing the flying enemies.
Strictly speaking, Readied Actions only last one round before they have to be triggered - a Readied spell is already cast and uses the spell slot, but the effect held until the trigger. I wouldn't Ready a spell until you're sure you're very close to using it, but we can say that Illithir is intending to cast Silent Image but hasn't Readied it yet. You're definitely more than 6 seconds from the Angel Tower and whatever is attacking it, so there'll be time. Additionally, the effects of Silent Image should fit within a 15ft cube - as a benevolent DM I will say that a mist illusion could form a curtain 15ft high, 5ft thick, 45ft wide, or equivalent.
You all follow Commander Landgrave as he stomps down the corridor, down a staircase, and out the large front door of the old house, the reverse of the route you all will have taken not so long ago. You emerge outside into the fresh Lannust air - winter is a recent memory, and although there is no longer frost on the ground the sky is a dull grey, and there is a chill breeze.
Before you is the training yard, and past it a cluster of stone buildings. Beyond them you can faintly hear screeching carried on the wind. The Commander hears the screeching and breaks into a jog, down the side of the training yard, around the buildings, until the Angel Tower comes into view, a solid circular building two hundred feet tall which sits on a promontory of the cliff. The faint outline of an angel has been carved into the outer stonework of the top third of the building, worn down to a shadow by years of sea wind. The screeching is louder now as Landgrave brings you all up to the heavy oak front door, where another soldier, a female human is waiting. "Elani and Leo went up there to see what was going on, sir, but..." She pauses, and puts her hand to her mouth. "The noises...I don't know, sir."
"Alright soldier, at ease," the Commander says, firmly but gently. "This motley crew are here to help." Turning to you all he says "It's a spiral stair around the edge of the tower which takes you all the way up to the roof. I'll lead the way."
Suddenly there is an almighty crunch from up above. Turning your gazes to the roof, you see chunks of masonry falling down where something has slammed hard into the parapet.
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Thurodim takes a quick deep breath of fresh sea air as he steps outside the old building, then following the Commander, effortlessly keeping his pace. As they soon reach the Angel Tower the half-orc nods as the Commander says they are there to help, and they were a motley crew indeed, no one could deny that. Warned by the almighty crunch from up above, Thurodim instinctively tries to shove Mala out of the way before throwing himself aside.
Thurodim Dex Save: 10 ( Prepared to take disadvantage on his roll if he can give advantage to Mala. Another roll if that is the case: 5 )
Faera follows the Commander out of the front door and gives a sharp whistle. Not letting the chilly air effect her or her lungs, she keeps running, but calls out, "Oliver, let's go!" Perched atop the training wall a very small owl suddenly takes off into the air and follows the elf as she runs towards the Angel Tower. The owl is barely a foot tall, speckled brown and white with large golden eyes. It soars after the rest as they all head towards the tower.
As Landgrave talks about the stairs, Faera pipes up, "I can send Oliver to che.."and the crunch from above stops Faera midsentence and she ducks for cover.
Noticing an owl following them from atop a training wall on in the training yard, apparently a pet of the young pale-skinned elf with the long auburn hair, Thurodim looks a bit worried again, quickly checking his pocket for Mr. Bleeches. He would have to speak talk to this Oliver too about what to hunt for.
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Ghurr takes in a deep breath as they hurry along to the tower. A broad smile stays on his face the whole trip over The chill air feels good on his fur after the stuffy confines of the keep. Ghurr's not sure he'll ever get truly comfortable in this town. There are far too many walls.
The big bugbear is about to race up the steps after the commander when he hears the sound of impact and sees the falling debris.
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The fresh air felt refreshing as they jog to the tower. Heran glanced at the owl swooping to the elf's side, noting yet another animal companion that this group has. She almost felt left out, almost. Any thoughts about animals is driven away as she moved to jump out of the way of the falling stone.
Dex Save: 20
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Ilithir have always like the winter. The gentler light, the cold breeze, the beauty of snow. Even the grey clouds brought him a feeling of peace, although he wouldn’t voluntarily say as much, half embarrassed with how much the silver color seemed to be a theme on his life. Embarrassed from the very fact that he did like the color. There was still a shadow of colder season, one that he would have admired, were not for the circumstances.
He ran with the eyes on the sky, trying to imagine what kind of enemy they would find, barely hearing the conversation between Landgrave and the half-elf. What he did hear was Faera calling her familiar and suggesting to send it first. It could be riskier for the owl, but he imagined it would be better than go in blindly. There was no time think about the question any further, for a rumbling sound echoed followed from falling stones. The elf was no strange to dilapidated buildings. Here and there, through the roads, he saw some ruins. Took refuge on them against wind and rain, even. More than once his traveler companions warned about the danger of rock getting loose and old wall falling over them. It was enough to make the camp keep some distance, a safe distance. It was something he never truly experienced, until now.
Mala follows after the group, keeping a tiny bit behind the others, but jogging lightly to keep up. She surveys the skies, wondering if they'll catch a glance of these birds - if that's what they really are - before reaching the tower.
She notes the owl coming as Faera calls to it. She grins as yet another complication for that stupid rodent appears. She even wonders about Hoppy, although the owl is probably too small to really threaten the cat.
Once to the tower, she focused back in on what Commander Landgrave was saying and the situation at hand. Obviously she had heard the loud crunch and was already moving to get out of the way when Thurodim bumps into her then shoves her away.
Illithir and Heran are able to easily jump aside of the falling debris, and Mala is pushed well out of danger by Thurodim.
His focus momentarily on ensuring Mala's safety, Thurodim isn't able to move himself in time, and chunks of masonry strike him on his broad shoulders. Ghurr is also struck - perhaps he was taken by surprise, perhaps his size simply prevented him from moving fast enough.
A sharp edge of broken stone catches Faera's sleeve as she moves and tears it, but she suffers no damage to herself.
Thurodim and Ghurr take 8 bludgeoning damage.
Landgrave is also able to throw himself out of harm's way, but the human soldier, however, is less lucky. A lump of stone a foot across just clips her helmet, but the momentum it has built sends her sprawling in the dirt. Landgrave hurries to her side and removes the helmet. She lays still, her breathing shallow and erratic.
He calls out to another soldier who has just rounded the corner "Get a physician!" He then turns to the group. "I have to stay with Corporal Singer. She's my responsibility. Get up there and end whatever this is."
Mala gives Thurodim a brief look, but springs along ahead up the tower as she sees he's not seriously hurt. She moves deftly across any rubble as she goes. (Earth Walk trait allows movement across difficult terrain of earth or stone without expending extra movement - if it matters here)
She keeps alert as she moves, still not having seen their potential foe. She guesses something must be on the roof.
Faera breathes a sigh of relief when only her sleeve is torn and she isn't actually hurt by the falling stones. As Mala starts storming up the stairs, "Hang on, lets see what we are dealing with!" not looking to see if she is waiting or not, Faera realizes the urgency of the situation and dives into her familiar. She leans against the inside of the tower wall and her eyes roll up into her head.
Looking through the eyes of Oliver, she soars up into the sky trying to ascertain what in the world is happening.
Heran takes a step towards the Commander and injured Corporal, the whispers of the shadow only she could see coming to her once more. It had clung to her after she woke in the morning, following her out into the streets as it spun tales of medical exploits. Hearing one shade or another murmur on about their expertise was a common enough occurrence now, and their presence sometimes came in handy. But a physician had already been called for, and helping take out the beast would prevent others from getting injured.
"Be careful going up. If something's destroying the tower, we don't know how the stairs might be."She calls out, heading closer to the tower. As Faera sends up Oliver, she pauses. Waiting for the all clear, or in case there is any need of assistance.
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Thurodim lets out a deep grunt but stands fast as chunks of masonry strike him on his broad shoulders, a deep wolven growl following in its wake. "Mala, wait!"He calls out in a deep voice as he sees his friend deftly head up through the tower, quickly moving after her with powerful strides, four steps at a time, holding Skullcleaver ready in his strong hands.
( Move 40 feet, Athletics: 12 Perception: 19 )
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Ghurr follows after the commander and Faera.
"Birds attack if a nest is nearby," Ghurr says as he lopes along with the others. "But birds angry at tower is new."
He looks down at Hoppy the cat.
"Did you do bad to birds?" Ghurr adds but doesn't wait for an answer nor does he wait to see if Hoppy follows.
Thurodim listens to the Commander and grunts. He wasn't used to travelling overland and would much prefer to walk over getting fat and restless sitting on a cart. The half-orc is about to reach over for the introductory letter as the young pale-skinned elf with the long auburn hair leaps up and grabs it, leaving Thurodim with an empty hand, glancing over at Mala for a moment with a shrug. He then grabs his greataxe again, hoisting it over his muscled shoulder for a new attempt to get going, following the Commander, curious about what kind of birds that would attack the Angel Tower.
Heran was with the rest of the group in putting on their equipment after asking her question. She slipped her rapier sheathe back onto her belt- cloak shifting enough to reveal several daggers on it as well- before shrugging on her well worn back. She frowns at the mention of an aerial attack... by birds. She quickly slings her pack off one arm, taking off the bow, and finding a new home for the quiver by her side.
"Guess we're not going to be waiting 'round for that wagon." Heran states half-jokingly as she exits with the rest.
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“Either or the victims were few.” He said to Mala in a somber tone. Landgrave response left it more than clear that things were not so simple. “Anyhow, had to che…”
Before he could finish the sentence the half-elf barged into the room and his words changed Ilithir’s expression. A few years before he might have shared Ghurr’s thoughts. Maybe even believed those birds were common animals, but time in the road had taught him better. The world had its fair share of large beasts and monsters and whatever could cause alarm to a city guard, no matter how small or unequipped, was sure to fall on one of those categories.
“I believe we won’t be dealing with normal creatures and it would be better to treat them as enemies, Green.” He said following the others and pulling a semitransparent, grey crystal. Faera would recognize it as an arcane focus. “Fair warning – if you see a wall of silver fog on the battlefield, assume it is an illusion spell of mine. By doing so it should become transparent to your eyes. Ranged attackers can use it for cover. It won’t actually block anything, but our enemies should either act assuming it will or delay the actions to discern the nature of the image.”
And in saying so the elf readies himself to cast Silent Image, creating an argent mist between the group and the sky at the first sign of a flying enemy.
Notes: If possible to ready actions, I would like for Ilithir to ready the casting of Silent Image (through the use of his Misty Visions invocation) creating the illusion of a curtain of silver mist between the group and any flying enemies (blocking their vision of party an allies, as if they were heavily obscured). The trigger of the readied action would be Ilithir seeing the flying enemies.
Mala nodded a few times as Ilithir spoke of rhetoric and contracts. Perhaps other things as well. "Yes, yes, very interesting," she was saying just as the Commander responded. After the commotion of the half-elf bursting in, Mala watched to make sure someone picked up the letter. Once she sees Faera grab it she's content to head out. With her equipment already gathered, she is quickly out the door following after Commander Landgrave.
Rabbit Sebrica, Sorcerer || Skarai, Monk || Lokilia Vaelphin, Druid || Liivi Orav, Barbarian || Vanizi, Warlock || Britari / Halila Talgeta / Jesa Gumovi || Neital Rhessil, Wizard
Iromae Quinaea, Cleric || Roxana Raincrest, Rogue || Meira Dheran, Rogue || Qirynna Thadri, Wizard || Crisaryn Melkial, Sorcerer
Strictly speaking, Readied Actions only last one round before they have to be triggered - a Readied spell is already cast and uses the spell slot, but the effect held until the trigger. I wouldn't Ready a spell until you're sure you're very close to using it, but we can say that Illithir is intending to cast Silent Image but hasn't Readied it yet. You're definitely more than 6 seconds from the Angel Tower and whatever is attacking it, so there'll be time.
Additionally, the effects of Silent Image should fit within a 15ft cube - as a benevolent DM I will say that a mist illusion could form a curtain 15ft high, 5ft thick, 45ft wide, or equivalent.
DM - Storm King's Thunder
DM - Torosevia (WIP homebrew world)
Kelytha Meliamne - Matti Silverstorm - Silver - Star-Setting-In-The-East - Tor Baltos
You all follow Commander Landgrave as he stomps down the corridor, down a staircase, and out the large front door of the old house, the reverse of the route you all will have taken not so long ago. You emerge outside into the fresh Lannust air - winter is a recent memory, and although there is no longer frost on the ground the sky is a dull grey, and there is a chill breeze.
Before you is the training yard, and past it a cluster of stone buildings. Beyond them you can faintly hear screeching carried on the wind. The Commander hears the screeching and breaks into a jog, down the side of the training yard, around the buildings, until the Angel Tower comes into view, a solid circular building two hundred feet tall which sits on a promontory of the cliff. The faint outline of an angel has been carved into the outer stonework of the top third of the building, worn down to a shadow by years of sea wind. The screeching is louder now as Landgrave brings you all up to the heavy oak front door, where another soldier, a female human is waiting. "Elani and Leo went up there to see what was going on, sir, but..." She pauses, and puts her hand to her mouth. "The noises...I don't know, sir."
"Alright soldier, at ease," the Commander says, firmly but gently. "This motley crew are here to help." Turning to you all he says "It's a spiral stair around the edge of the tower which takes you all the way up to the roof. I'll lead the way."
Suddenly there is an almighty crunch from up above. Turning your gazes to the roof, you see chunks of masonry falling down where something has slammed hard into the parapet.
Everyone make a DEX saving throw!
DM - Storm King's Thunder
DM - Torosevia (WIP homebrew world)
Kelytha Meliamne - Matti Silverstorm - Silver - Star-Setting-In-The-East - Tor Baltos
Thurodim takes a quick deep breath of fresh sea air as he steps outside the old building, then following the Commander, effortlessly keeping his pace.
As they soon reach the Angel Tower the half-orc nods as the Commander says they are there to help, and they were a motley crew indeed, no one could deny that.
Warned by the almighty crunch from up above, Thurodim instinctively tries to shove Mala out of the way before throwing himself aside.
Thurodim Dex Save: 10 ( Prepared to take disadvantage on his roll if he can give advantage to Mala. Another roll if that is the case: 5 )
I'll allow it, I'll accept Thurodim's lower roll and Mala can roll with advantage.
DM - Storm King's Thunder
DM - Torosevia (WIP homebrew world)
Kelytha Meliamne - Matti Silverstorm - Silver - Star-Setting-In-The-East - Tor Baltos
Faera follows the Commander out of the front door and gives a sharp whistle. Not letting the chilly air effect her or her lungs, she keeps running, but calls out, "Oliver, let's go!" Perched atop the training wall a very small owl suddenly takes off into the air and follows the elf as she runs towards the Angel Tower. The owl is barely a foot tall, speckled brown and white with large golden eyes. It soars after the rest as they all head towards the tower.
As Landgrave talks about the stairs, Faera pipes up, "I can send Oliver to che.." and the crunch from above stops Faera midsentence and she ducks for cover.
DEX save 10
Noticing an owl following them from atop a training wall on in the training yard, apparently a pet of the young pale-skinned elf with the long auburn hair, Thurodim looks a bit worried again, quickly checking his pocket for Mr. Bleeches. He would have to speak talk to this Oliver too about what to hunt for.
Ghurr takes in a deep breath as they hurry along to the tower. A broad smile stays on his face the whole trip over The chill air feels good on his fur after the stuffy confines of the keep. Ghurr's not sure he'll ever get truly comfortable in this town. There are far too many walls.
The big bugbear is about to race up the steps after the commander when he hears the sound of impact and sees the falling debris.
Dex Save: 10
The fresh air felt refreshing as they jog to the tower. Heran glanced at the owl swooping to the elf's side, noting yet another animal companion that this group has. She almost felt left out, almost. Any thoughts about animals is driven away as she moved to jump out of the way of the falling stone.
Dex Save: 20
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Ilithir have always like the winter. The gentler light, the cold breeze, the beauty of snow. Even the grey clouds brought him a feeling of peace, although he wouldn’t voluntarily say as much, half embarrassed with how much the silver color seemed to be a theme on his life. Embarrassed from the very fact that he did like the color. There was still a shadow of colder season, one that he would have admired, were not for the circumstances.
He ran with the eyes on the sky, trying to imagine what kind of enemy they would find, barely hearing the conversation between Landgrave and the half-elf. What he did hear was Faera calling her familiar and suggesting to send it first. It could be riskier for the owl, but he imagined it would be better than go in blindly. There was no time think about the question any further, for a rumbling sound echoed followed from falling stones. The elf was no strange to dilapidated buildings. Here and there, through the roads, he saw some ruins. Took refuge on them against wind and rain, even. More than once his traveler companions warned about the danger of rock getting loose and old wall falling over them. It was enough to make the camp keep some distance, a safe distance. It was something he never truly experienced, until now.
Dex Save: 17
Mala follows after the group, keeping a tiny bit behind the others, but jogging lightly to keep up. She surveys the skies, wondering if they'll catch a glance of these birds - if that's what they really are - before reaching the tower.
She notes the owl coming as Faera calls to it. She grins as yet another complication for that stupid rodent appears. She even wonders about Hoppy, although the owl is probably too small to really threaten the cat.
Once to the tower, she focused back in on what Commander Landgrave was saying and the situation at hand. Obviously she had heard the loud crunch and was already moving to get out of the way when Thurodim bumps into her then shoves her away.
(DEX Save: 26)
Rabbit Sebrica, Sorcerer || Skarai, Monk || Lokilia Vaelphin, Druid || Liivi Orav, Barbarian || Vanizi, Warlock || Britari / Halila Talgeta / Jesa Gumovi || Neital Rhessil, Wizard
Iromae Quinaea, Cleric || Roxana Raincrest, Rogue || Meira Dheran, Rogue || Qirynna Thadri, Wizard || Crisaryn Melkial, Sorcerer
Illithir and Heran are able to easily jump aside of the falling debris, and Mala is pushed well out of danger by Thurodim.
His focus momentarily on ensuring Mala's safety, Thurodim isn't able to move himself in time, and chunks of masonry strike him on his broad shoulders. Ghurr is also struck - perhaps he was taken by surprise, perhaps his size simply prevented him from moving fast enough.
A sharp edge of broken stone catches Faera's sleeve as she moves and tears it, but she suffers no damage to herself.
Thurodim and Ghurr take 8 bludgeoning damage.
Landgrave is also able to throw himself out of harm's way, but the human soldier, however, is less lucky. A lump of stone a foot across just clips her helmet, but the momentum it has built sends her sprawling in the dirt. Landgrave hurries to her side and removes the helmet. She lays still, her breathing shallow and erratic.
He calls out to another soldier who has just rounded the corner "Get a physician!" He then turns to the group. "I have to stay with Corporal Singer. She's my responsibility. Get up there and end whatever this is."
DM - Storm King's Thunder
DM - Torosevia (WIP homebrew world)
Kelytha Meliamne - Matti Silverstorm - Silver - Star-Setting-In-The-East - Tor Baltos
Mala gives Thurodim a brief look, but springs along ahead up the tower as she sees he's not seriously hurt. She moves deftly across any rubble as she goes. (Earth Walk trait allows movement across difficult terrain of earth or stone without expending extra movement - if it matters here)
She keeps alert as she moves, still not having seen their potential foe. She guesses something must be on the roof.
(Perception: 22)
Rabbit Sebrica, Sorcerer || Skarai, Monk || Lokilia Vaelphin, Druid || Liivi Orav, Barbarian || Vanizi, Warlock || Britari / Halila Talgeta / Jesa Gumovi || Neital Rhessil, Wizard
Iromae Quinaea, Cleric || Roxana Raincrest, Rogue || Meira Dheran, Rogue || Qirynna Thadri, Wizard || Crisaryn Melkial, Sorcerer
Faera breathes a sigh of relief when only her sleeve is torn and she isn't actually hurt by the falling stones. As Mala starts storming up the stairs, "Hang on, lets see what we are dealing with!" not looking to see if she is waiting or not, Faera realizes the urgency of the situation and dives into her familiar. She leans against the inside of the tower wall and her eyes roll up into her head.
Looking through the eyes of Oliver, she soars up into the sky trying to ascertain what in the world is happening.
Heran takes a step towards the Commander and injured Corporal, the whispers of the shadow only she could see coming to her once more. It had clung to her after she woke in the morning, following her out into the streets as it spun tales of medical exploits. Hearing one shade or another murmur on about their expertise was a common enough occurrence now, and their presence sometimes came in handy. But a physician had already been called for, and helping take out the beast would prevent others from getting injured.
"Be careful going up. If something's destroying the tower, we don't know how the stairs might be." She calls out, heading closer to the tower. As Faera sends up Oliver, she pauses. Waiting for the all clear, or in case there is any need of assistance.
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Thurodim lets out a deep grunt but stands fast as chunks of masonry strike him on his broad shoulders, a deep wolven growl following in its wake.
"Mala, wait!" He calls out in a deep voice as he sees his friend deftly head up through the tower, quickly moving after her with powerful strides, four steps at a time, holding Skullcleaver ready in his strong hands.
( Move 40 feet, Athletics: 12 Perception: 19 )