As the drums continue to beat rhymically, a large group of goblins, armed with sword and shiled enter the valley. Followed by the two wagons carrying massive swarms of rats.
Just behind the wagons, four massive creatures enter the valley. The look a cross between an ogre, giant rat, but have strange goblin features as well. They are truly horrid, standing 9 feet tall.
Finally, a very large group of goblin archers enter the canyon.
The time is Now for option (2). Lets roll (3) D100. Then I'll roll scatter with a d4 to see which way it flows.
As the army enters, the group triggers the avalanche. Only one section of the poles, attached to the ropes, triggers. A slide (Blue) moves down the slope of snow and rock, covering the front groups of shielded goblins.
Seeing it's not quite working, Amdaeng runs to the middle of the roped trigger points. She quickly begins shoving and pulling and then with her powerful fists and feet, she triggers a much larger slide. Cracks and a booming sound completely dwarf the sounds of the goblin drummers and a huge mass of sludge and snow falls on top of the majority of those in the area, killing rat-ogres, the remaining survivors in the front ranks, and most of the rats. (ORANGE)
Seeing a section at the far north that could still be triggered, the new large man, Morric, runs over to some rocks, pushing them off the edge. This triggers a third slide. As the debris tumbles down, the tough rat-ogres, some still somehow alive after the second wave start to rise, only to be covered by the wall of snow and ice while the fragile archers in the rear of the entrance are mostly covered, screaming in horror. (Purple)
In the end, there is a deadly silence as dust and a sort of white cloud of snow rises back up. The army, almost completely decimated, is in chaos. Units of goblins and ogres flee, most running to the north or north-west, but others running in almost random directions in their confusion and panic. Crushed bodies of those on the outskirts of the slide writhe in pain, their bodies broken from the massive weight of the snow.
A cheer rises from south of the slide. It is the brave warriors of the Toa-Suo. You hear a chant rise from the valley floor below. "Sh’torem.....Sh’torem......Sh’torem!"
The group on the mountain ridge looks on with a mix of satisfaction and horror at the sheer mass of destruction.
Za'Chak smiles and addresses the group. "Indeed, the gods helped us on this day, and through your actions you have saved us all."
He looks at his dead friend's body torn up by the worgs' attacks.
"Here, take Tseren's bow and his quiver of fine arrows. They may serve you well in the cold mountains to the north. The creatures there are larger, their skin, hardened by the cold, and they are very hungry and aggressive." His smile turns to a look more serious as he bows to the group. "Now, while the army is broken and in chaos, you must leave us and complete your tasks." He puts his hand to his heart. "Sh'torem."
Morric is well satisfied at the power and devastation the rocks and snow have reaped on the goblin host.
“ Well that aught ta fixem…like my Dad always said, theres more than one way to thump a goblin” he will chuckle. A little at the memory “ Well where to next? I hope you dont mind me continuing with you. I dont really have a follow up task as of yet.”
Iólinder followed the others up the mountain. He was not expecting a leisurely hike but the pace they kept made him sweat and huff upon reaching the top. In between short breaths and wiping away drops of sweat, he handed the staff over to Vydar. After all, a wizard should be counted for being the more learned expert on magic items. It was apparently a rather simple staff, only used to cast a minor spell. But Iólinder was not one to knock it. Every resource, no matter how small, was an asset.
When he grabbed hold of the staff, which now felt cold to the touch even beyond the chill mountain air, Iólinder listened to the drums in the distance and the group's plan of triggering an avalanche to halt the approaching army. He approved of it: using the terrain to your benefit was an elementary aspect of warfare. He observed the army as it moved closer to the point of detonation. Iólinder surprised himself by how satisfying the avalanches sounded, the rolling snow and rocks and, most chilling of all, the cries of despair following by an eerie silence. He resolved to offer double prayers at the earliest convenience.
The chaos returned and the army was now reduced to something more akin to a rabble. They were routed and victory was decidedly theirs. Iólinder joined in with the Toa-Suo with a couple of quiet cheers of his own before turning his mind to the next phase of their mission.
'You are most welcome to join, Morric.' The half-elf war cleric said to the large man craning his neck as he spoke. 'A person of your calibre will prove most useful in our endeavours.'
Amdaeng is ready to leap her way down the mountainside and teach the goblins a poignant lesson in manners but she halts at Za'chaks words and turns to the others, " So we are off then? Should we call on this healer first before- we move to the next cache?"
(Who is taking the staff, who is taking Tserens bow and arrows?, there is also a note from the goblin caster, written in goblin, I believe Morric can speak gobiln!!!)
Looking at Storms map, you see the route Za'chak recommends( post 1992) following the ridge line (RED), avoiding the valley with the scattering survivors entirely. It looks to be about a days travel, but the group has not rested for 24 hours and everyone is tired. It appears that cache 4 is at the base of Stormy peak, the largest mountain in the area. Although you are elated at your victory and the immense devastation that was caused, some wonder if by weakening the cult of the dragon king, in turn this would strengthen the Coven of Eternal Winter. This plus Lira's strange vision in which she saw through someone else's eyes, and felt as if they were seeing through her's is quite troubling.
The town of Silverton, where the healer hopefully is located, looks to be at least 4-5 days away. Some of you have been to Silverton before (Zarbyn, maybe Lira in trading with Port Rentarn.) It is located at the far east side of her map. Some who were in the glade and battled the strange summoned rat ogre creatures feel even more tired. Maybe it was the fast climb up the mountain to catch up with the group. With a few moments to consider options, Iólinder notes that some of his injuries are still bleeding, and seem red around the edges, a sign of a pending infection.
Morric will suggest a good rest before moving on, particularly after hearing the others havent slept for 24 hours. If someone mentions the goblin note, Morric can read its contents.
"I won't say no to a rest every now and then, and it has been a full day since we slept. Let's find a good place to bed down."
Zarbyn will have Twiggy go invisible and fly up a total of 80 feet (with dash) to scout around and help find a decent enough place to make camp.
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"A rightful place awaits you in the Realms Above, in the Land of the Great Light. Come in peace, and live beneath the sun again, where trees and flowers grow."
— The message of Eilistraee to all decent drow.
"Run thy sword across my chains, Silver Lady, that I may join your dance.”
The group is able to travel for a while to get out of the area. A bit below the ridge of the mountains, there is a bit of shelter afforded by a rock outcropping that Twiggy finds. It would make a suitable camp for a late breakfast and rest.
(Let me know other actions, watches (this is during the day time), who is taking the items found, etc. )
"A rightful place awaits you in the Realms Above, in the Land of the Great Light. Come in peace, and live beneath the sun again, where trees and flowers grow."
— The message of Eilistraee to all decent drow.
"Run thy sword across my chains, Silver Lady, that I may join your dance.”
Amdaeng is not doing well with the fever from the rat bites and the cold exposure of the mountains..........she is feeling miserable as she stomps along and not even Ning can lift her spirits despite their recent successes....
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Amdaeng nods to Lira, " Sounds fair. Lets do this."
As the drums continue to beat rhymically, a large group of goblins, armed with sword and shiled enter the valley. Followed by the two wagons carrying massive swarms of rats.
Just behind the wagons, four massive creatures enter the valley. The look a cross between an ogre, giant rat, but have strange goblin features as well. They are truly horrid, standing 9 feet tall.
Finally, a very large group of goblin archers enter the canyon.
The time is Now for option (2). Lets roll (3) D100. Then I'll roll scatter with a d4 to see which way it flows.
Lira d100: 18
83
3.
(18, 1, 83, 3, 39, 3)
As the army enters, the group triggers the avalanche. Only one section of the poles, attached to the ropes, triggers. A slide (Blue) moves down the slope of snow and rock, covering the front groups of shielded goblins.
Seeing it's not quite working, Amdaeng runs to the middle of the roped trigger points. She quickly begins shoving and pulling and then with her powerful fists and feet, she triggers a much larger slide. Cracks and a booming sound completely dwarf the sounds of the goblin drummers and a huge mass of sludge and snow falls on top of the majority of those in the area, killing rat-ogres, the remaining survivors in the front ranks, and most of the rats. (ORANGE)
Seeing a section at the far north that could still be triggered, the new large man, Morric, runs over to some rocks, pushing them off the edge. This triggers a third slide. As the debris tumbles down, the tough rat-ogres, some still somehow alive after the second wave start to rise, only to be covered by the wall of snow and ice while the fragile archers in the rear of the entrance are mostly covered, screaming in horror. (Purple)
In the end, there is a deadly silence as dust and a sort of white cloud of snow rises back up. The army, almost completely decimated, is in chaos. Units of goblins and ogres flee, most running to the north or north-west, but others running in almost random directions in their confusion and panic. Crushed bodies of those on the outskirts of the slide writhe in pain, their bodies broken from the massive weight of the snow.
A cheer rises from south of the slide. It is the brave warriors of the Toa-Suo. You hear a chant rise from the valley floor below. "Sh’torem.....Sh’torem......Sh’torem!"
The group on the mountain ridge looks on with a mix of satisfaction and horror at the sheer mass of destruction.
Za'Chak smiles and addresses the group. "Indeed, the gods helped us on this day, and through your actions you have saved us all."
He looks at his dead friend's body torn up by the worgs' attacks.
"Here, take Tseren's bow and his quiver of fine arrows. They may serve you well in the cold mountains to the north. The creatures there are larger, their skin, hardened by the cold, and they are very hungry and aggressive." His smile turns to a look more serious as he bows to the group. "Now, while the army is broken and in chaos, you must leave us and complete your tasks." He puts his hand to his heart. "Sh'torem."
Morric is well satisfied at the power and devastation the rocks and snow have reaped on the goblin host.
“ Well that aught ta fixem…like my Dad always said, theres more than one way to thump a goblin” he will chuckle. A little at the memory “ Well where to next? I hope you dont mind me continuing with you. I dont really have a follow up task as of yet.”
Iólinder followed the others up the mountain. He was not expecting a leisurely hike but the pace they kept made him sweat and huff upon reaching the top. In between short breaths and wiping away drops of sweat, he handed the staff over to Vydar. After all, a wizard should be counted for being the more learned expert on magic items. It was apparently a rather simple staff, only used to cast a minor spell. But Iólinder was not one to knock it. Every resource, no matter how small, was an asset.
When he grabbed hold of the staff, which now felt cold to the touch even beyond the chill mountain air, Iólinder listened to the drums in the distance and the group's plan of triggering an avalanche to halt the approaching army. He approved of it: using the terrain to your benefit was an elementary aspect of warfare. He observed the army as it moved closer to the point of detonation. Iólinder surprised himself by how satisfying the avalanches sounded, the rolling snow and rocks and, most chilling of all, the cries of despair following by an eerie silence. He resolved to offer double prayers at the earliest convenience.
The chaos returned and the army was now reduced to something more akin to a rabble. They were routed and victory was decidedly theirs. Iólinder joined in with the Toa-Suo with a couple of quiet cheers of his own before turning his mind to the next phase of their mission.
'You are most welcome to join, Morric.' The half-elf war cleric said to the large man craning his neck as he spoke. 'A person of your calibre will prove most useful in our endeavours.'
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Amdaeng is ready to leap her way down the mountainside and teach the goblins a poignant lesson in manners but she halts at Za'chaks words and turns to the others, " So we are off then? Should we call on this healer first before- we move to the next cache?"
(Who is taking the staff, who is taking Tserens bow and arrows?, there is also a note from the goblin caster, written in goblin, I believe Morric can speak gobiln!!!)
Looking at Storms map, you see the route Za'chak recommends( post 1992) following the ridge line (RED), avoiding the valley with the scattering survivors entirely. It looks to be about a days travel, but the group has not rested for 24 hours and everyone is tired. It appears that cache 4 is at the base of Stormy peak, the largest mountain in the area. Although you are elated at your victory and the immense devastation that was caused, some wonder if by weakening the cult of the dragon king, in turn this would strengthen the Coven of Eternal Winter. This plus Lira's strange vision in which she saw through someone else's eyes, and felt as if they were seeing through her's is quite troubling.
The town of Silverton, where the healer hopefully is located, looks to be at least 4-5 days away. Some of you have been to Silverton before (Zarbyn, maybe Lira in trading with Port Rentarn.) It is located at the far east side of her map. Some who were in the glade and battled the strange summoned rat ogre creatures feel even more tired. Maybe it was the fast climb up the mountain to catch up with the group. With a few moments to consider options, Iólinder notes that some of his injuries are still bleeding, and seem red around the edges, a sign of a pending infection.
Morric will suggest a good rest before moving on, particularly after hearing the others havent slept for 24 hours. If someone mentions the goblin note, Morric can read its contents.
"I won't say no to a rest every now and then, and it has been a full day since we slept. Let's find a good place to bed down."
Zarbyn will have Twiggy go invisible and fly up a total of 80 feet (with dash) to scout around and help find a decent enough place to make camp.
The group is able to travel for a while to get out of the area. A bit below the ridge of the mountains, there is a bit of shelter afforded by a rock outcropping that Twiggy finds. It would make a suitable camp for a late breakfast and rest.
(Let me know other actions, watches (this is during the day time), who is taking the items found, etc. )
Lira agrees as well and will take first watch. Perception: nat 20 + 5
After the long rest she will make two Special Treats with her Chef feat.
Morric will take third watch
Zarbyn takes last watch.
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15
16
The rest, from 9am-5pm is quiet and peaceful. After days of exploring, hiking, traversing mountain tops, and hidden caches, a well deserved long rest.
Anyone with rat disease will need to use magical healing to heal wounds. (I’ll rule all at full strength).
also, the tattoos have worn off and the effects of the sweat lodge have faded. (You can go back for permanent tattoos later. )
Amdaeng is not doing well with the fever from the rat bites and the cold exposure of the mountains..........she is feeling miserable as she stomps along and not even Ning can lift her spirits despite their recent successes....