Vark stumbles out of his tent, hair wildly tossed around his face, and barely holding onto his staff. “Uuuaaagh!” His groan turns into a scream as he sees the enemies encroaching from every angle. Val is closest and seems to need the most help, so Vark begins to prepare a witch bolt. Lightning crackles around the tip of his staff, and with his other hand he catches one of these bolt and stretches it out in a wide before releasing both ends of it, sending two strikes into the goblinoids around him. One crackles harmlessly into the ground at the farther hobgoblin’s feet, but the other connects with a crack.
Jex silently darts between the tents, hoping to relieve some of the pressure on Val. As he moves between the tents he pulls out a shortsword, emerging silently as a cat he thrusts the shortsword through the neck of a goblin before fading back into the darkness behind the tents.
As the bugbear flees, Bründir turns his attention to the goblins above. As he drew a javelin, he narrowly raised his shield enough to catch the first goblin arrow from above. Peaking out over the rim, the second slammed the barrier as the dwarf weighed his options. Seeing no better method, he charged the rocky cliff face, hurling his javelin as he went. He leaped and scaled the first half of the wall as his missile buried itself just below the goblin's waist and it let out a scream. Seconds passed as Bründir scrambled up the top of the craggy rock. When he reached the top, he confronted his attackers and shouted, "Sheercleft! SHEERCLEFT!"
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Characters:
Grishkar Darkmoor, Necromancer of Nerull the Despiser Kelvin Rabbitfoot, Diviner, con artist, always hunting for a good sale Bründir Halfshield, Valor Bard, three-time Sheercleft Drinking Competition Champion, Hometown hero
Still half sleep, Thurston rushes out of his tent, once again with only his warhammer in his hand, and asses the situation. The half of his brain that is not still asleep recognizes that they are under attack, and that makes him wake all of a sudden.
Charging forward, screaming his God's name, the paladin feels Thor's presence giving him protection as he chages towards the battle.
In her icy rage Valaith does not even seem to recognize the numerous blows she fends off as she stands alone among the numerous foes; however, she does notice the appearance of the glowing spirit around her as it begins to knit back together the ripped muscle tissue of her thigh. She turns towards the same cowardly goblin as her massive black maul swings around in another vicious overhead spin, but one again the goblin side steps and lets the heavy hammer smash into its companion! The hobgoblin was faster than its previous companion and quickly knocks the head away with its shield, but the blow sends the monster reeling! "Your leader is a coward! Leave him to me and run away little ones!"
The goblins atop the cliff face stow their bows and draw wicked curved blades with which to swing at Bründir. He avoids one, but the other claps him in the side with the flat, almost knocking him from his perch.
The goblin in the chain shirt snarls wickedly at Valaith and bares its pointed teeth. It slashes twice at her, and although she casts the first strike aside with ease, the second is a low blow and she has to leap awkwardly on her bad leg to avoid being seriously hurt.
To the south, the bugbear hobbles off into the darkness and out of sight.
The hobgoblins fight together like a well-oiled machine. As one feints, the other strikes, wearing Valaith down and making space for their comrade with the greatsword to follow up with two powerful strikes. The first swing is stopped by the elven Lady's mithril breastplate, but the second strikes true, driving deep into the goliath's right arm.
Bründir takes 6 points of slashing damage to vigour -> 7/21 Vigour
Valaith takes a total of 44 slashing damage, halved to 21 damage -> 0/35 Vigour, 15/18 Wounds, 1 Bleed
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A tiny, white baby unicorn spirit springs up at Val's feat and dances around her, thin streams of incorporeal mist trailing behind it. It continues to try to support Val by healing her with small amounts of Fey magic every few seconds. Meanwhile cougar Dorno climbs the rocky cliff behind him, sizing up the groups opponents. Before leaping for an attack he looks to the center of the battle and his low, rumbling cougar breathing turns to a loud feline growl as the feral druid calls upon more animal spirits from the fey. A large, white adult unicorn spirit appears and connects with the tiny unicorn via the mist trails and suddenly a gentle wave of white fey magic spreads over everyone and heals Dorno's friends.
Once the cougar has finished his summoning Dorno lets the hunting instincts of the cat take over further and launches himself off of the cliff towards his nearest enemy (HO2) with a pouncing attack. Unfortunately his growl had caught the attention of his prey and his foe raises his shield in time, the cat slamming into it and falling to the ground. Cougar Dorno recovers quickly and lets out another growl as he prepares to strike again.
Healing Spirit (if the DM hasn't already rolled on Val's turn): 6
Hurrig calls the hammer down again, this time slamming square into the chest of the goblin, it tries to brace and protect its. Brundir can hear the crunch of ribs and its arm as the hammer makes contact, and the goblin squeals and falls to the ground with an indent in its chest.. Hurrig then shuffles his short stocky body over a little towards Thurston. "I figured ya could use some 'elp in this dog pile!" Hurrig calls down holy flame on Hobgoblin2, but it is quick and able to dodge.
A gust of wind swirls around Vark and lifts him up over the tent as he prepares for another strike. The darkness is illuminated for a second by the double arcs of lightning, but much to the sorcerer's frustration they again fail to connect.
Jex steps back out from behind the tent, he puts the bow back in his quiver as he moves, bringing his sword back up out of nowhere, he thrusts it through the back of the hobgoblin facing Val. It glides through effortlessly and as he twists and pulls free the dark brown grounds in the blood on the sword and the smell that follows confirms that the blade had pierced the goblin's stomach.
Bründir charges the goblin atop the ridge. His shield swings to slam the goblin's, then back against its sword. Dumdrengi cleaves a terrible arc down and bites across the top of the goblin's arm with its shield set aside. The dwarf cries in joy and anger, ready to run the cretin through or throw it from the cliff to the melee below.
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Characters:
Grishkar Darkmoor, Necromancer of Nerull the Despiser Kelvin Rabbitfoot, Diviner, con artist, always hunting for a good sale Bründir Halfshield, Valor Bard, three-time Sheercleft Drinking Competition Champion, Hometown hero
Valaith breathes heavily as the numerous wounds are beginning to take their toll upon the stalwart barbarian. She starts to swing around her hammer and suddenly feels as if it the weight of it was just too great, but then she hears the rallying cries of her companions coming to her aid! With another primal scream of renewed vigor as Dorno's magic works it wonders upon her body, Valaith the Rimehand whips her weapon around in a wild arc! The intended hobgoblin target; however, is too quick on his feet and a shower of earth sprays the air as Valaith's massive hammer slams into the ground! Still, her wounds are many and toll from this battle is making itself quite known... "Let us end this quickly."
The goblin battling Bründir atop the tor ducks deftly out of his reach and hurries away down the slope, binding a piece of dirty fabric around its bleeding arm as it goes.
On the ground the goblin leader slashes twice at Valaith, raining blows upon her and beating the enormous barbarian back.
The first of the hobgoblins swings at the goliath once more, but she dodges to the side. The injured hobgoblin, seeing its ally fail, routes and flees, desperately trying to stop the blood flowing from its stomach. It fails and collapses in the pass besides another of its fallen kin.
The largest hobgoblin turns its blue nose up at such cowardice and spits in the direction of the disgraceful warrior, before thrusting his greatsword forwards at Valaith. The attack catches her off guard and the blade digs deep into the barbarian's midriff, under the edge of her breastplate. She staggers, and he spins as he wrenches the blade free, whipping it up across her face in a horrific slash.
Valaith take 50 points of slashing damage, halved to 24 -> 0/35 VIgour, 3/18 Wounds
Valaith lets out an agonizing grunt as the blade plunges deep into her abdomen, reeling back with one hand clutching her face as the blood begins to streaming down her face. One hand holding her ruined face and the one holding her ancestral weapon she lets loose with an ear splitting warcry of defiance. The icy rage pushing her beyond the normal boundaries of a mortal body as she begins to cough of blood from the internal bleeding. With a sneer she spits a mouthful of blood onto the shield of the hobgoblin captain. “Come, lets finish this.”
Dorno rises up and out of his wild shape form in time to call out "big lady, no!" He rushes up next to her and touches her on the shoulder, healing her along with the efforts of the pair of unicorn spirits. Dorno yells at the attackers "you stop and be nice or Dorno's friends with thump you good!" Waves of white energy continue to heal the entire party as the spirits of the fey support the efforts of the friends of the Oak Father.
Cure Wounds: 8
Healing Spirit for Val's turn (if needed): 3
3 HP group heal triggered by Cure Wounds, 3 HP group heal triggered by continued Healing Spirit.
Hurrig calls to the hammer, and points at the Hobgoblin1. The hammer flies into the hobgoblin. Hurrig then makes his way over to Dorno. "Oi we gottem on the run now! Hurrig's here to **** their shite up!" He casts Aid on Val, Thurston and Vark,
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Vark nearly growls in anger as his strikes fail to hit their targets. The gutteral sound shifts into primordial and suddenly Vark bursts into a small, grey cloud. With a sound of distant thunder another cloud appears right behind the hobgoblin leader. Vark thrusts his palm square into the warrior’s back and white crackles of electricity erupt around the sorcerer and the goblinoid. As the victim shudders from the shock, Vark pulls back and begins lining up his next attack.
Jex darts out of the shadows, shifting around the tree he strikes at the leader out of nowhere, ringing his blade against the goblin's armour nastily. Before anybody can realise what's happening he is already dodging out of harms way behind a rock, out of sight and mind.
Bründir charges after the fleeing goblin atop the overwatch. It's almost gone, no time to load another bolt, and he didn't want another getting away. In the last few steps, he leaps off the ledge and sails down. Regret immediately sets in and he begins to push his shield down. It's not perfect, but he manages to get his feet and shield to land in front of the rest of his body and squarely on the goblin's shoulders.
It hurt. There was no mystery to that. But he couldn't dwell on it with a threat still possibly standing up. Bründir staggered to his feet and saw his quarry still alive, but slower to recover and still sprawled on the ground. The dwarf hadn't realized the melee that had erupted on this side of the canyon. He felt bad for mentally rebuking his friends earlier for not helping. Hefting his blade triumphantly, he caught sight of Val in the midst of the melee, fending off several assailants and bleeding that icy mist."Get'em, Val! Show'em ye're a badder *****'n they are!"
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Characters:
Grishkar Darkmoor, Necromancer of Nerull the Despiser Kelvin Rabbitfoot, Diviner, con artist, always hunting for a good sale Bründir Halfshield, Valor Bard, three-time Sheercleft Drinking Competition Champion, Hometown hero
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Vark stumbles out of his tent, hair wildly tossed around his face, and barely holding onto his staff. “Uuuaaagh!” His groan turns into a scream as he sees the enemies encroaching from every angle. Val is closest and seems to need the most help, so Vark begins to prepare a witch bolt. Lightning crackles around the tip of his staff, and with his other hand he catches one of these bolt and stretches it out in a wide before releasing both ends of it, sending two strikes into the goblinoids around him. One crackles harmlessly into the ground at the farther hobgoblin’s feet, but the other connects with a crack.
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Jex silently darts between the tents, hoping to relieve some of the pressure on Val. As he moves between the tents he pulls out a shortsword, emerging silently as a cat he thrusts the shortsword through the neck of a goblin before fading back into the darkness behind the tents.
As the bugbear flees, Bründir turns his attention to the goblins above. As he drew a javelin, he narrowly raised his shield enough to catch the first goblin arrow from above. Peaking out over the rim, the second slammed the barrier as the dwarf weighed his options. Seeing no better method, he charged the rocky cliff face, hurling his javelin as he went. He leaped and scaled the first half of the wall as his missile buried itself just below the goblin's waist and it let out a scream. Seconds passed as Bründir scrambled up the top of the craggy rock. When he reached the top, he confronted his attackers and shouted, "Sheercleft! SHEERCLEFT!"
Characters:
Grishkar Darkmoor, Necromancer of Nerull the Despiser
Kelvin Rabbitfoot, Diviner, con artist, always hunting for a good sale
Bründir Halfshield, Valor Bard, three-time Sheercleft Drinking Competition Champion, Hometown hero
Still half sleep, Thurston rushes out of his tent, once again with only his warhammer in his hand, and asses the situation. The half of his brain that is not still asleep recognizes that they are under attack, and that makes him wake all of a sudden.
Charging forward, screaming his God's name, the paladin feels Thor's presence giving him protection as he chages towards the battle.
PbP Character: A few ;)
In her icy rage Valaith does not even seem to recognize the numerous blows she fends off as she stands alone among the numerous foes; however, she does notice the appearance of the glowing spirit around her as it begins to knit back together the ripped muscle tissue of her thigh. She turns towards the same cowardly goblin as her massive black maul swings around in another vicious overhead spin, but one again the goblin side steps and lets the heavy hammer smash into its companion! The hobgoblin was faster than its previous companion and quickly knocks the head away with its shield, but the blow sends the monster reeling! "Your leader is a coward! Leave him to me and run away little ones!"
Valaith "Rimehand" Kalukavi - Chronicles of Arden
The goblins atop the cliff face stow their bows and draw wicked curved blades with which to swing at Bründir. He avoids one, but the other claps him in the side with the flat, almost knocking him from his perch.
The goblin in the chain shirt snarls wickedly at Valaith and bares its pointed teeth. It slashes twice at her, and although she casts the first strike aside with ease, the second is a low blow and she has to leap awkwardly on her bad leg to avoid being seriously hurt.
To the south, the bugbear hobbles off into the darkness and out of sight.
The hobgoblins fight together like a well-oiled machine. As one feints, the other strikes, wearing Valaith down and making space for their comrade with the greatsword to follow up with two powerful strikes. The first swing is stopped by the elven Lady's mithril breastplate, but the second strikes true, driving deep into the goliath's right arm.
Bründir takes 6 points of slashing damage to vigour -> 7/21 Vigour
Valaith takes a total of 44 slashing damage, halved to 21 damage -> 0/35 Vigour, 15/18 Wounds, 1 Bleed
Dorno's action.
The Chronicles of Arden: Sheercleft - DM for Aiden, Bründir, Jex, Thurston, Valaith and Vark
The Chronicles of Arden: Hunters - DM for Alaris, Astrid, Caio and Shiva
A tiny, white baby unicorn spirit springs up at Val's feat and dances around her, thin streams of incorporeal mist trailing behind it. It continues to try to support Val by healing her with small amounts of Fey magic every few seconds. Meanwhile cougar Dorno climbs the rocky cliff behind him, sizing up the groups opponents. Before leaping for an attack he looks to the center of the battle and his low, rumbling cougar breathing turns to a loud feline growl as the feral druid calls upon more animal spirits from the fey. A large, white adult unicorn spirit appears and connects with the tiny unicorn via the mist trails and suddenly a gentle wave of white fey magic spreads over everyone and heals Dorno's friends.
Once the cougar has finished his summoning Dorno lets the hunting instincts of the cat take over further and launches himself off of the cliff towards his nearest enemy (HO2) with a pouncing attack. Unfortunately his growl had caught the attention of his prey and his foe raises his shield in time, the cat slamming into it and falling to the ground. Cougar Dorno recovers quickly and lets out another growl as he prepares to strike again.
Healing Spirit (if the DM hasn't already rolled on Val's turn): 6
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Unicorn Spirit Totem: 3HP heal to all allies within 30ft radius
Rolled a nat-1 on the pounce attack. Boo! ;)
Hurrig calls the hammer down again, this time slamming square into the chest of the goblin, it tries to brace and protect its. Brundir can hear the crunch of ribs and its arm as the hammer makes contact, and the goblin squeals and falls to the ground with an indent in its chest.. Hurrig then shuffles his short stocky body over a little towards Thurston. "I figured ya could use some 'elp in this dog pile!" Hurrig calls down holy flame on Hobgoblin2, but it is quick and able to dodge.
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A gust of wind swirls around Vark and lifts him up over the tent as he prepares for another strike. The darkness is illuminated for a second by the double arcs of lightning, but much to the sorcerer's frustration they again fail to connect.
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Jex steps back out from behind the tent, he puts the bow back in his quiver as he moves, bringing his sword back up out of nowhere, he thrusts it through the back of the hobgoblin facing Val. It glides through effortlessly and as he twists and pulls free the dark brown grounds in the blood on the sword and the smell that follows confirms that the blade had pierced the goblin's stomach.
Bründir charges the goblin atop the ridge. His shield swings to slam the goblin's, then back against its sword. Dumdrengi cleaves a terrible arc down and bites across the top of the goblin's arm with its shield set aside. The dwarf cries in joy and anger, ready to run the cretin through or throw it from the cliff to the melee below.
Characters:
Grishkar Darkmoor, Necromancer of Nerull the Despiser
Kelvin Rabbitfoot, Diviner, con artist, always hunting for a good sale
Bründir Halfshield, Valor Bard, three-time Sheercleft Drinking Competition Champion, Hometown hero
Thurston swings his warhammer against one of the hobgoblins, but the expert fighter uses his shield to make the weapon bounce harmessly.
"Damn you!" curses the paladin.
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Valaith breathes heavily as the numerous wounds are beginning to take their toll upon the stalwart barbarian. She starts to swing around her hammer and suddenly feels as if it the weight of it was just too great, but then she hears the rallying cries of her companions coming to her aid! With another primal scream of renewed vigor as Dorno's magic works it wonders upon her body, Valaith the Rimehand whips her weapon around in a wild arc! The intended hobgoblin target; however, is too quick on his feet and a shower of earth sprays the air as Valaith's massive hammer slams into the ground! Still, her wounds are many and toll from this battle is making itself quite known... "Let us end this quickly."
Valaith "Rimehand" Kalukavi - Chronicles of Arden
The goblin battling Bründir atop the tor ducks deftly out of his reach and hurries away down the slope, binding a piece of dirty fabric around its bleeding arm as it goes.
On the ground the goblin leader slashes twice at Valaith, raining blows upon her and beating the enormous barbarian back.
The first of the hobgoblins swings at the goliath once more, but she dodges to the side. The injured hobgoblin, seeing its ally fail, routes and flees, desperately trying to stop the blood flowing from its stomach. It fails and collapses in the pass besides another of its fallen kin.
The largest hobgoblin turns its blue nose up at such cowardice and spits in the direction of the disgraceful warrior, before thrusting his greatsword forwards at Valaith. The attack catches her off guard and the blade digs deep into the barbarian's midriff, under the edge of her breastplate. She staggers, and he spins as he wrenches the blade free, whipping it up across her face in a horrific slash.
Valaith take 50 points of slashing damage, halved to 24 -> 0/35 VIgour, 3/18 Wounds
Dorno's action.
The Chronicles of Arden: Sheercleft - DM for Aiden, Bründir, Jex, Thurston, Valaith and Vark
The Chronicles of Arden: Hunters - DM for Alaris, Astrid, Caio and Shiva
Valaith lets out an agonizing grunt as the blade plunges deep into her abdomen, reeling back with one hand clutching her face as the blood begins to streaming down her face. One hand holding her ruined face and the one holding her ancestral weapon she lets loose with an ear splitting warcry of defiance. The icy rage pushing her beyond the normal boundaries of a mortal body as she begins to cough of blood from the internal bleeding. With a sneer she spits a mouthful of blood onto the shield of the hobgoblin captain. “Come, lets finish this.”
Valaith "Rimehand" Kalukavi - Chronicles of Arden
Dorno rises up and out of his wild shape form in time to call out "big lady, no!" He rushes up next to her and touches her on the shoulder, healing her along with the efforts of the pair of unicorn spirits. Dorno yells at the attackers "you stop and be nice or Dorno's friends with thump you good!" Waves of white energy continue to heal the entire party as the spirits of the fey support the efforts of the friends of the Oak Father.
Cure Wounds: 8
Healing Spirit for Val's turn (if needed): 3
3 HP group heal triggered by Cure Wounds, 3 HP group heal triggered by continued Healing Spirit.
Hurrig calls to the hammer, and points at the Hobgoblin1. The hammer flies into the hobgoblin. Hurrig then makes his way over to Dorno. "Oi we gottem on the run now! Hurrig's here to **** their shite up!" He casts Aid on Val, Thurston and Vark,
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Vark nearly growls in anger as his strikes fail to hit their targets. The gutteral sound shifts into primordial and suddenly Vark bursts into a small, grey cloud. With a sound of distant thunder another cloud appears right behind the hobgoblin leader. Vark thrusts his palm square into the warrior’s back and white crackles of electricity erupt around the sorcerer and the goblinoid. As the victim shudders from the shock, Vark pulls back and begins lining up his next attack.
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Jex darts out of the shadows, shifting around the tree he strikes at the leader out of nowhere, ringing his blade against the goblin's armour nastily. Before anybody can realise what's happening he is already dodging out of harms way behind a rock, out of sight and mind.
Bründir charges after the fleeing goblin atop the overwatch. It's almost gone, no time to load another bolt, and he didn't want another getting away. In the last few steps, he leaps off the ledge and sails down. Regret immediately sets in and he begins to push his shield down. It's not perfect, but he manages to get his feet and shield to land in front of the rest of his body and squarely on the goblin's shoulders.
It hurt. There was no mystery to that. But he couldn't dwell on it with a threat still possibly standing up. Bründir staggered to his feet and saw his quarry still alive, but slower to recover and still sprawled on the ground. The dwarf hadn't realized the melee that had erupted on this side of the canyon. He felt bad for mentally rebuking his friends earlier for not helping. Hefting his blade triumphantly, he caught sight of Val in the midst of the melee, fending off several assailants and bleeding that icy mist."Get'em, Val! Show'em ye're a badder *****'n they are!"
Characters:
Grishkar Darkmoor, Necromancer of Nerull the Despiser
Kelvin Rabbitfoot, Diviner, con artist, always hunting for a good sale
Bründir Halfshield, Valor Bard, three-time Sheercleft Drinking Competition Champion, Hometown hero