Kaelthor’s eyes narrowed as the prone draconian hardened to stone around Levna’s blade. 'Not elites, then. Easier to break than feared.' He shifted his footing, circling wide through the brush until Cassian’s bulk and the others’ strikes no longer filled his line. He readies the second pebble, the faint green shimmer still running through its veins. He weighed it once in his palm, then snapped it forward with a whip of his wrist.
Move: into best angle to avoid granting cover to the draconian, but tries to stay near foliage Action: ranged spell attack with Magic Stone, hits AC 12 for 6 damage
Vardok continues to move closer, loading another stone into his hoopak, taking aim, then flinging it at the draconian who is attacking Cassian. “Just give up, why don’t you!”
Hoopak : 15 to hit, for 5 points of bludgeoning damage.
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That paladin is relieved to see the prone enemy dispatched and turns his righteous fury on the remaining draconian, leveling a powerful blow bolstered by divine energy at it. He then attempts to pull his trident back quickly to avoid the same problem Levna experienced.
The ring of the crafter's hammer against the combatant's helmet reverberated back up the gnome's arms. As he raised the weapon back over his head to land another blow, Levna's sword finishes the Draconian off. However, the body turning to stone startles the small creature and causes Salty to recoil. As he stumbles back away from the body turned statue, he releases one hand off the hammer, trying to steady himself. His now free hand waves a little in front of him and aimed at the advancing combatant, trying to shield himself from and harm.
Power manifests in the gnome's heart and radiates to his free hand, words escape his lips unbeknownst to him. "Reorx, rain fire upon thee!" (Sacred Flame, Dex Save 13 or 1 Radiant damage).
Two stones were knocked aside by the Draconians shield, leaving dents in the boss.
Cassian strikes true, divine power channeled through him. Salty attacks at the same time, and sacred flame burned the draconian. Whichever divine magic killed him in the end you didn't know. All you know is that this was a righteous energy used against great evil. He too turned into stone.
Levna kicks at the dead Draconian and you see it crumble into the floor, her sword dropping out. She grabs it quickly as though more would be coming.
Stowing away her shortbow, the kender ventures into the clearing of the small battle and stares at the two draconian beasts that have now turned to stone/dust. "What sort of magic does that? I've never seen it before." She frowns knowing that since the one turned to dust after being touched, there was no looting to be had on these creatures.
But she heads over to the magic wielder to see if his staff is still there, and then to where the wagon was tipped. Checking to see if anyone was still alive and if not, seeing if they had anything in their pockets. "These people are all armored, I wonder where they were headed."
Tested in his first real battle and he did not like it one bit. Seeing Lady Levna's reaction he pauses in cover to see if more come or not. "I am not sure where they were going but I don't recommend finding out. After caring for the dead, I suggest we head back to camp"
Unsettled be the display of power usher forth through him and the violent destruction of the two Draconians, the gnome nevertheless rushes over to the dead knights hoping against all odds like the others that something could be done for them. If nothing else, he lays them out in peaceful positions, the small figure moving each limb in turn until they look as though they may be resting.
"Tis horrible, Ser Levna. How best to care for such? Let me know and I will do my level best to assist."His voice low with respect.
Kaelthor lingered a moment where the draconian had turned to stone, watching as Levna’s kick reduced the husk to dust. His jaw tightened. 'So the tales were true—these beasts do not die cleanly'. He crouched long enough to touch the grit between his fingers, committing the strangeness of it to memory, then rose and followed the others among the fallen knights.
He moved quickly among the fallen, crouching low, fingers to neck, palm to chest, searching for any breath, any faint pulse and is ready to uses primal magic (Spare the Dying) to stabilize any body that still clings on to their spirit. His eyes flicked sharp at each sign—or lack of it—working with a quiet urgency that betrayed little hope but no surrender. When he reached the wagon, he turned his hands to the horses and any other creature nearby, checking their flanks and muzzles for life, offering the same magic if not too late.
When his eyes fell on the kender turning pockets, he stepped closer, staff knocking lightly against the ground. “Careful. Take a crest, a seal—and they’ll say you cut the man for it. Proof is a blade sharper than any knife.” His tone was low, neither scolding nor warm, just fact. After that he moved back, gaze sweeping the treeline again, already looking to what might come next.
She looked around grimly, these young knights of the sword had been outnumbered and their armour shows the sign of scorching. They were all dead. Find the warhorses, they should be nearby she asks. Let's right this wagon She cuts a good couple of quarterstaff from the ash tree nearby and lodges them underneath the wagon. Heave she shouts and the wagon rights itself.
It uncovers the horses. One is dead its guts all over the tack. The other was still alive, it had a deep cut in its throat that had somehow missed the artery. Its eyes rolled upwards and it gave a weak whinny. Kaelthor can you help this horse? We should strip the tack from them both. We'll take the dead knights back to Vogler with us.
The paladin helps right the wagon, then kneels next to the fallen young men to murmur a prayer for them to Paladine. "Rest in honor, friends. You...did your duty," he says with a shaky breath, shutting his eyes against the beginning of tears. Their faces remind him of his brother back home before he forces the emotion down. He must remain strong for those still fighting.
Standing, he begins to load the bodies into the wagon as respectfully as possible.
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Vardok kneels down beside Vexi, examining the bodies of the ambushed travelers and the attackers, trying to gauge whether this was a random attack or one that was done for a purpose. Specifically looking for any documents or clues, but… if he sees an interesting trinket he will no doubt pick it up and examine it. He looks at the clothing, any insignias, clues as to why this happened.
Investigation : 11
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Levna looked at Vardok and said, They are all Solamnic Knights, Order of the Sword. They would have had orders unless the draconians took them. See if you can find them.
Vardok sees a small piece of ribbon sticking out from behind the oldest knights breastplate. He pulls on it and finds himself holding a small scroll with the crest of the Solamnic Knights.
Berthan methodically hitched Sprite to his wagon. He walked around the campsite collecting bedrolls and rucksacks and placing them all safely in the back next to his fruit and vegetables. He took water from the stream and doused the smoldering fire. They'd stop later for breakfast. He tied Pepitos reins to the back of the wagon and set off after the party, his bow kept nearby.
Along the way he once again found Rhys and asked him to sit with him in the cart. So you were driving their supply wagon when you were attacked?
Yes says Rhys, they overturned the wagon with stones, the horses were screaming, I ran, it was all I could do, then he covers his eyes with his hands and began to cry, I'm no warrior, just a farm hand.
Kaelthor gave Levna a short nod and dropped to one knee beside the wounded draft horse. From his pouch he drew a worn roll of linen and a pot of crushed herbs, the plain tools of a healer’s kit. His hands moved steady and practiced—pressing, binding, packing the cut with green paste before wrapping it tight to staunch the blood. When the bandage was fixed, he ran a palm gently along the beast’s neck, murmuring low as the horse’s eye rolled white.
Rising, he stripped the tack from the ruined carcass of the other horse, working with a grim, silent efficiency. Slinging the ruined leather aside, he glanced to the wounded mount and shook his head. “He’ll walk, perhaps. Not far, not long.” His tone was flat, practical, nothing hidden.
With the worst done, Kaelthor slung his staff back across his shoulder and moved off into the trees, eyes sharp for prints and broken branches—signs of the warhorses that had fled. (Survival: 12)
Battle Medic. If you have a Healer’s Kit, you can expend one use of it and tend to a creature within 5 feet of yourself as a Utilize action. That creature can expend one of its Hit Point Dice, and you then roll that die. The creature regains a number of Hit Points equal to the roll plus your Proficiency Bonus.
We'll let him walk behind us, we can keep the speed low. Cassian, Salty can you help the horse more? I won't leave him for the wolves. She gently touched his head stroking in a rhythm that Pepito liked. He snuffled back. If we can find the warhorses we'll put the tack on them to pull the wagon.
Kaelthor looked amongst the bushes and trees nearby. He found some broken branches and turned turf, there were three sets of hoofprints. He followed them a short walk away. The three horses all stood together and snorted at him, they were still scared.
Unsure how better to help move the armored slain, he fiddled about while the others worked. His small stature no measure for the knights in full regalia. When at last Levna asked for assistance with the horse, he was unsure what he could do that Kaelthor couldn't. Did she see something in himself that he didn't see? But if the knight had asked, he would at least lend a hand.
He slowly approached the animal (Animal Handling: 14), but as he stroked the lower limb of the horse, he once again felt a warm sensation emanate from within his chest. "Easy there, may your troubles be made as small as I am." (Cure Wounds: 7). "There you go, rest easy."
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Draconians.
Impelled by Draco Paladine the standing draconian attacks Cassian. It's sword slides off of Cassians armour
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Kaelthor’s eyes narrowed as the prone draconian hardened to stone around Levna’s blade. 'Not elites, then. Easier to break than feared.' He shifted his footing, circling wide through the brush until Cassian’s bulk and the others’ strikes no longer filled his line. He readies the second pebble, the faint green shimmer still running through its veins. He weighed it once in his palm, then snapped it forward with a whip of his wrist.
Move: into best angle to avoid granting cover to the draconian, but tries to stay near foliage
Action: ranged spell attack with Magic Stone, hits AC 12 for 6 damage
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Vardok
Vardok continues to move closer, loading another stone into his hoopak, taking aim, then flinging it at the draconian who is attacking Cassian. “Just give up, why don’t you!”
Hoopak : 15 to hit, for 5 points of bludgeoning damage.
A wizard is never late, nor is he early, he arrives precisely when he means to.
Cassian
That paladin is relieved to see the prone enemy dispatched and turns his righteous fury on the remaining draconian, leveling a powerful blow bolstered by divine energy at it. He then attempts to pull his trident back quickly to avoid the same problem Levna experienced.
Action: trident to hit 20, damage 10 and topple
Bonus Action: divine Smite for 16 radiant damage
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Salty
The ring of the crafter's hammer against the combatant's helmet reverberated back up the gnome's arms. As he raised the weapon back over his head to land another blow, Levna's sword finishes the Draconian off. However, the body turning to stone startles the small creature and causes Salty to recoil. As he stumbles back away from the body turned statue, he releases one hand off the hammer, trying to steady himself. His now free hand waves a little in front of him and aimed at the advancing combatant, trying to shield himself from and harm.
Power manifests in the gnome's heart and radiates to his free hand, words escape his lips unbeknownst to him. "Reorx, rain fire upon thee!" (Sacred Flame, Dex Save 13 or 1 Radiant damage).
Two stones were knocked aside by the Draconians shield, leaving dents in the boss.
Cassian strikes true, divine power channeled through him. Salty attacks at the same time, and sacred flame burned the draconian. Whichever divine magic killed him in the end you didn't know. All you know is that this was a righteous energy used against great evil. He too turned into stone.
Levna kicks at the dead Draconian and you see it crumble into the floor, her sword dropping out. She grabs it quickly as though more would be coming.
Vexi
Stowing away her shortbow, the kender ventures into the clearing of the small battle and stares at the two draconian beasts that have now turned to stone/dust. "What sort of magic does that? I've never seen it before." She frowns knowing that since the one turned to dust after being touched, there was no looting to be had on these creatures.
But she heads over to the magic wielder to see if his staff is still there, and then to where the wagon was tipped. Checking to see if anyone was still alive and if not, seeing if they had anything in their pockets. "These people are all armored, I wonder where they were headed."
Liwen
Tested in his first real battle and he did not like it one bit. Seeing Lady Levna's reaction he pauses in cover to see if more come or not. "I am not sure where they were going but I don't recommend finding out. After caring for the dead, I suggest we head back to camp"
Cassian
The paladin doesn't relax yet, hurrying to the crumpled figures to see if any still draw breath. If so he will use Lay on Hands on them.
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Salty
Unsettled be the display of power usher forth through him and the violent destruction of the two Draconians, the gnome nevertheless rushes over to the dead knights hoping against all odds like the others that something could be done for them. If nothing else, he lays them out in peaceful positions, the small figure moving each limb in turn until they look as though they may be resting.
"Tis horrible, Ser Levna. How best to care for such? Let me know and I will do my level best to assist." His voice low with respect.
Kaelthor
Kaelthor lingered a moment where the draconian had turned to stone, watching as Levna’s kick reduced the husk to dust. His jaw tightened. 'So the tales were true—these beasts do not die cleanly'. He crouched long enough to touch the grit between his fingers, committing the strangeness of it to memory, then rose and followed the others among the fallen knights.
He moved quickly among the fallen, crouching low, fingers to neck, palm to chest, searching for any breath, any faint pulse and is ready to uses primal magic (Spare the Dying) to stabilize any body that still clings on to their spirit. His eyes flicked sharp at each sign—or lack of it—working with a quiet urgency that betrayed little hope but no surrender. When he reached the wagon, he turned his hands to the horses and any other creature nearby, checking their flanks and muzzles for life, offering the same magic if not too late.
When his eyes fell on the kender turning pockets, he stepped closer, staff knocking lightly against the ground. “Careful. Take a crest, a seal—and they’ll say you cut the man for it. Proof is a blade sharper than any knife.” His tone was low, neither scolding nor warm, just fact. After that he moved back, gaze sweeping the treeline again, already looking to what might come next.
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Levna
She looked around grimly, these young knights of the sword had been outnumbered and their armour shows the sign of scorching. They were all dead. Find the warhorses, they should be nearby she asks. Let's right this wagon She cuts a good couple of quarterstaff from the ash tree nearby and lodges them underneath the wagon. Heave she shouts and the wagon rights itself.
It uncovers the horses. One is dead its guts all over the tack. The other was still alive, it had a deep cut in its throat that had somehow missed the artery. Its eyes rolled upwards and it gave a weak whinny. Kaelthor can you help this horse? We should strip the tack from them both. We'll take the dead knights back to Vogler with us.
Cassian
The paladin helps right the wagon, then kneels next to the fallen young men to murmur a prayer for them to Paladine. "Rest in honor, friends. You...did your duty," he says with a shaky breath, shutting his eyes against the beginning of tears. Their faces remind him of his brother back home before he forces the emotion down. He must remain strong for those still fighting.
Standing, he begins to load the bodies into the wagon as respectfully as possible.
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Vardok kneels down beside Vexi, examining the bodies of the ambushed travelers and the attackers, trying to gauge whether this was a random attack or one that was done for a purpose. Specifically looking for any documents or clues, but… if he sees an interesting trinket he will no doubt pick it up and examine it. He looks at the clothing, any insignias, clues as to why this happened.
Investigation : 11
A wizard is never late, nor is he early, he arrives precisely when he means to.
DM
Levna looked at Vardok and said, They are all Solamnic Knights, Order of the Sword. They would have had orders unless the draconians took them. See if you can find them.
Vardok sees a small piece of ribbon sticking out from behind the oldest knights breastplate. He pulls on it and finds himself holding a small scroll with the crest of the Solamnic Knights.
DM
Berthan methodically hitched Sprite to his wagon. He walked around the campsite collecting bedrolls and rucksacks and placing them all safely in the back next to his fruit and vegetables. He took water from the stream and doused the smoldering fire. They'd stop later for breakfast. He tied Pepitos reins to the back of the wagon and set off after the party, his bow kept nearby.
Along the way he once again found Rhys and asked him to sit with him in the cart. So you were driving their supply wagon when you were attacked?
Yes says Rhys, they overturned the wagon with stones, the horses were screaming, I ran, it was all I could do, then he covers his eyes with his hands and began to cry, I'm no warrior, just a farm hand.
Cassian
He will take note of any family insignias on the fallen men that he might recognize.
History: 17
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Kaelthor
Kaelthor gave Levna a short nod and dropped to one knee beside the wounded draft horse. From his pouch he drew a worn roll of linen and a pot of crushed herbs, the plain tools of a healer’s kit. His hands moved steady and practiced—pressing, binding, packing the cut with green paste before wrapping it tight to staunch the blood. When the bandage was fixed, he ran a palm gently along the beast’s neck, murmuring low as the horse’s eye rolled white.
Rising, he stripped the tack from the ruined carcass of the other horse, working with a grim, silent efficiency. Slinging the ruined leather aside, he glanced to the wounded mount and shook his head. “He’ll walk, perhaps. Not far, not long.” His tone was flat, practical, nothing hidden.
With the worst done, Kaelthor slung his staff back across his shoulder and moved off into the trees, eyes sharp for prints and broken branches—signs of the warhorses that had fled. (Survival: 12)
Battle Medic. If you have a Healer’s Kit, you can expend one use of it and tend to a creature within 5 feet of yourself as a Utilize action. That creature can expend one of its Hit Point Dice, and you then roll that die. The creature regains a number of Hit Points equal to the roll plus your Proficiency Bonus.
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Levna
We'll let him walk behind us, we can keep the speed low. Cassian, Salty can you help the horse more? I won't leave him for the wolves. She gently touched his head stroking in a rhythm that Pepito liked. He snuffled back. If we can find the warhorses we'll put the tack on them to pull the wagon.
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Kaelthor looked amongst the bushes and trees nearby. He found some broken branches and turned turf, there were three sets of hoofprints. He followed them a short walk away. The three horses all stood together and snorted at him, they were still scared.
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Cassian looked on each knights hand for a signet, there were none, he would have to rely on their orders.
Salty,
Unsure how better to help move the armored slain, he fiddled about while the others worked. His small stature no measure for the knights in full regalia. When at last Levna asked for assistance with the horse, he was unsure what he could do that Kaelthor couldn't. Did she see something in himself that he didn't see? But if the knight had asked, he would at least lend a hand.
He slowly approached the animal (Animal Handling: 14), but as he stroked the lower limb of the horse, he once again felt a warm sensation emanate from within his chest. "Easy there, may your troubles be made as small as I am." (Cure Wounds: 7). "There you go, rest easy."