Estellen gives his staff a little spin and plants it in the ground (very shallowly with his measly strength score). He says to no one in particular, "networking is an important part of information gathering, I'll need to make a name for myself."
Estellen will prepare a toll the dead and use it as soon as he can identify the creatures as being hostile (darkvision to 60 ft).
As the aarokocra begins to present a handful of berries, Doc takes one, examines it, and says, "Fear not, my friend, for I took no damage from the battle. You, on the other hand, should take this." And he puts the berry back into the aarokorca's hand.
Doc then turns to Urkosh, saying, "I agree with you, half-orc. Let us gather up as many people as we can and help lead them away. We must prevent our enemies from taking more of these unfortunate villagers. For all those that wish to stay and fight, please cover our escape."
Doc then begins calling out and motioning to whatever villagers are within eyeshot, helping lead them away from the approaching arcane mass.
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Edra sees Violet and Estellen readying for battle and moves to retrieve her weapon, preparing to stand her ground alongside them. "If there is a chance we can help these people, then I will stay and fight as well," she says as she hefts the greatsword onto her shoulder.
"That creature may not be the leader. I saw two more silhouettes larger than this lot of Orcs on the hill behind it." The Shifter nods in the direction of the hill, gold eyes narrowing as she peers into the darkness. Her eyes dart from the figures on the hill to the larger figure lumbering toward the town. Something felt off, that much was certain to her. "Look closely... It does no harm to the townsfolk as it walks over them, even its lightning does not burn them. Could this be a trick?"
Edra knew little about the complexities of magic, herself, but her instincts were telling her something wasn't quite right. If she can, Edra will try to further investigate the large figure to assess the threat and confirm or deny her suspicions.
As the giant figure strides towards you 3 balls of light erupt from Violet’s crystal. The magic missiles hit the figure straight in the chest. Then they reappear, curving round and hitting it in the side this time. And once again they reappear, curving around again but fizzling out before the hitting for a third time. It’s as if they missed, but magic missiles can’t miss… The figure appears to have taken no damage, nor did it recoil from the damage.
As Quilqwen feeds the berries to the mercenaries 2 of them wake up, the other 2 are too drunk to be roused. The barkeep is a mix of panic and fear and just hiding in a corner, unable to give you any coherent answers.
A few that are nearby respond to the calls to lead them away, but most are just panicking.
At this point all the Orcs and Goblins are no longer visible and were last seen heading west. The figures that were atop the hill are also no longer visible.
Quilqwen says to the two who woke “There has been an attack. The attackers killed many and took others as prisoners. We need a way to call the rest of your flock together and to consult with your elders. Is there a safe place to take survivors?”
Violet is going to use her special eyes to peer at this thing and try to figure out what the heck it is. Unless she finds it to be an illusion, she'll casy Chilling Grasp at it.
As Estellen sees Violet's magic missiles apparently miss, he turns to her with a slight grin on his face. "How did you miss with a spell that doesn't miss? Perhaps you should reconsider your drinking habits."
He recognizes her from the tavern as someone who was equally as annoying as the mercenaries and has immediately taken a dislike to her.
Violet ignores the Elf and hops down from the well. Walking right over the figure before squaring it up. After a second of angrily scowling at it she sticks a hand through it, showing it to be an illusion.
"Blasted *censored*!"
She kicks the nearby bucket and glares at the distance where the orcs and goblins made off with numerous people.
Doc shakes his head as he realizes just how few people are left. After having led a few people away, Doc walks right back into the inn and sees the aarakorca engaged with the mercenaries. Doc walks over to the barkeep. "Barman, you must steel yourself." Doc puts his hand on the barkeep's shoulder. "Take your time. Breathe. What was that? Who were they?"
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As Violet's attack passes through the creature and leaves it unscathed, Edra knows then her suspicions are confirmed; Violet's hand phasing through it only reaffirms it for her. The Shifter tries to search the hills for the two figures she saw before, but when she sees they're now gone along with the rest of the Orcs and Goblins, she jams the point of her blade into the ground with an angry snarl. "Dammit! It was a distraction..."
She looks off in the direction the Orcs were last seen carrying people off, and a pained expression crosses Edra's features before she masks it behind a facade of calm. She wipes her blade clean before sheathing it and turns her attention to the corpse of the large Orc that held the maul. Wordlessly, she strides over to the dead Orcs by the inn, where she rolls the largest one over and kneels beside it. There's a quiet fury in her narrow eyes as she studies it, but she only chuffs out a soft breath and begins searching the Orcs and their belongings for any clue as to where they may have come from or where they would have taken their prisoners. As she overhears Doc speaking to the barkeep, Edra pauses in her search, gold eyes focusing on the Tortle. "It was a raid. My tribe suffered a similar fate." The Shifter resumes her search, and adds, "The markings they wear are the same as the monsters that attacked my people."
Doc turns away from the barkeep and toward the Shifter, watching her as she searches the bodies of their fallen enemies. "I am sorry to hear that about your tribe. I am called Doc. What is your name, Shifter?"
"Edra." The Shifter turns to look at Doc curiously. "You know of my kind, but I'm afraid yours is unknown to me. His as well," she says as she nods in Quilqwen's direction.
Edra takes another moment to continue her search. Luckily, she manages to find a scroll among the belongings of the fallen Orcs and quickly plucks it up along with the coin purses she finds. "What is this?" She sets the coin purses aside for the others to claim, focused instead on the scroll in her hands, which she unrolls and begins reading. A flash of anger crosses her face before she speaks up to share her findings. "Someone helped them plan this raid."
(I'm so glad she didn't even need that roll because hoo boy, that hurt.)
At this point, Violet kicks open the door, still visibly frustrated and grabs an abandoned mug from an empty table. Pulling down her mask with a free hand she downs what remained of the drink and slams it back down. Hearing that someone had planned that attack, Violet pulls her mask back up and walks over, "This someone have a name? A place where I can go and kick their ass?"
Edra shakes her head and plucks up the coin purses as she stands to meet Violet. "No names." As she approaches, Edra offers her the paper. "It was signed with an initial."
It’s one of the guard’s birthdays today, most of them will be drunk. If you attack tonight it will be easy. Just make sure I get my reward.
"WHAT we are matters not; WHO we are -- that's what matters, and today I saw a number of brave warriors. It is nice to meet you, Edra," he says, later SLOWLY spinning around to address the rest of the group, "and it is nice to meet you all. I am Doc, and each of you has my gratitude, though I still fear for the lives of those taken."
Doc then listens as Edra relays her findings, responding, "How do you suppose we find this...L?"
Remembering the first Orc they faced, Doc adds, "And does the name 'Ezeek-Karash' mean anything to any of you?"
Quilqwen steps away from the drunken guards to the other group addressing Edra first “I am called Quilqwen.” Then adds reluctantly “I am Aarakocra.” On saying this he watches intensely for any reaction from those in front of him or from others who might have overheard.
“But the Elder” motioning toward Doc “speaks truly. Many more would have been lost this night if not for you all having stopped what ever those things were.”
Glancing at the terrified and dead people all around the inn “Perhaps, though, we should help those who were not lost and see to those here that were. In the morning, after a rest, we will be much better prepared for a hunt.”
With that Quilqwen head to the body laying nearest the door and drags it outside. He will begin making a row of all who were slain under the nearest tree. He will position each on their back eyes closed legs and arms straight down. Casting Druidcraft he will create a small clump of white flowers on the chest of each while whispering some words. Then moving to the next to do the same.
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Estellen gives his staff a little spin and plants it in the ground (very shallowly with his measly strength score). He says to no one in particular, "networking is an important part of information gathering, I'll need to make a name for myself."
Estellen will prepare a toll the dead and use it as soon as he can identify the creatures as being hostile (darkvision to 60 ft).
DOC
As the aarokocra begins to present a handful of berries, Doc takes one, examines it, and says, "Fear not, my friend, for I took no damage from the battle. You, on the other hand, should take this." And he puts the berry back into the aarokorca's hand.
Doc then turns to Urkosh, saying, "I agree with you, half-orc. Let us gather up as many people as we can and help lead them away. We must prevent our enemies from taking more of these unfortunate villagers. For all those that wish to stay and fight, please cover our escape."
Doc then begins calling out and motioning to whatever villagers are within eyeshot, helping lead them away from the approaching arcane mass.
Estellen waves away the Aarakocra dismissively, "I'm uninjured, give those to someone else".
Edra sees Violet and Estellen readying for battle and moves to retrieve her weapon, preparing to stand her ground alongside them. "If there is a chance we can help these people, then I will stay and fight as well," she says as she hefts the greatsword onto her shoulder.
"That creature may not be the leader. I saw two more silhouettes larger than this lot of Orcs on the hill behind it." The Shifter nods in the direction of the hill, gold eyes narrowing as she peers into the darkness. Her eyes dart from the figures on the hill to the larger figure lumbering toward the town. Something felt off, that much was certain to her. "Look closely... It does no harm to the townsfolk as it walks over them, even its lightning does not burn them. Could this be a trick?"
Edra knew little about the complexities of magic, herself, but her instincts were telling her something wasn't quite right. If she can, Edra will try to further investigate the large figure to assess the threat and confirm or deny her suspicions.
Investigation: 5
As the giant figure strides towards you 3 balls of light erupt from Violet’s crystal. The magic missiles hit the figure straight in the chest. Then they reappear, curving round and hitting it in the side this time. And once again they reappear, curving around again but fizzling out before the hitting for a third time. It’s as if they missed, but magic missiles can’t miss… The figure appears to have taken no damage, nor did it recoil from the damage.
As Quilqwen feeds the berries to the mercenaries 2 of them wake up, the other 2 are too drunk to be roused. The barkeep is a mix of panic and fear and just hiding in a corner, unable to give you any coherent answers.
A few that are nearby respond to the calls to lead them away, but most are just panicking.
At this point all the Orcs and Goblins are no longer visible and were last seen heading west. The figures that were atop the hill are also no longer visible.
Quilqwen says to the two who woke “There has been an attack. The attackers killed many and took others as prisoners. We need a way to call the rest of your flock together and to consult with your elders. Is there a safe place to take survivors?”
Violet is going to use her special eyes to peer at this thing and try to figure out what the heck it is. Unless she finds it to be an illusion, she'll casy Chilling Grasp at it.
Arcane: 4
Attack: 19 Damage: 7
(investigation for trying to work out if something is an illusion)
Investigation: 17
As Estellen sees Violet's magic missiles apparently miss, he turns to her with a slight grin on his face. "How did you miss with a spell that doesn't miss? Perhaps you should reconsider your drinking habits."
He recognizes her from the tavern as someone who was equally as annoying as the mercenaries and has immediately taken a dislike to her.
Violet ignores the Elf and hops down from the well. Walking right over the figure before squaring it up. After a second of angrily scowling at it she sticks a hand through it, showing it to be an illusion.
"Blasted *censored*!"
She kicks the nearby bucket and glares at the distance where the orcs and goblins made off with numerous people.
DOC
Doc shakes his head as he realizes just how few people are left. After having led a few people away, Doc walks right back into the inn and sees the aarakorca engaged with the mercenaries. Doc walks over to the barkeep. "Barman, you must steel yourself." Doc puts his hand on the barkeep's shoulder. "Take your time. Breathe. What was that? Who were they?"
As Violet's attack passes through the creature and leaves it unscathed, Edra knows then her suspicions are confirmed; Violet's hand phasing through it only reaffirms it for her. The Shifter tries to search the hills for the two figures she saw before, but when she sees they're now gone along with the rest of the Orcs and Goblins, she jams the point of her blade into the ground with an angry snarl. "Dammit! It was a distraction..."
She looks off in the direction the Orcs were last seen carrying people off, and a pained expression crosses Edra's features before she masks it behind a facade of calm. She wipes her blade clean before sheathing it and turns her attention to the corpse of the large Orc that held the maul. Wordlessly, she strides over to the dead Orcs by the inn, where she rolls the largest one over and kneels beside it. There's a quiet fury in her narrow eyes as she studies it, but she only chuffs out a soft breath and begins searching the Orcs and their belongings for any clue as to where they may have come from or where they would have taken their prisoners. As she overhears Doc speaking to the barkeep, Edra pauses in her search, gold eyes focusing on the Tortle. "It was a raid. My tribe suffered a similar fate." The Shifter resumes her search, and adds, "The markings they wear are the same as the monsters that attacked my people."
Investigation to see if Edra finds anything: 14
(WELP. Good job, ket, you tried.)
DOC
Doc turns away from the barkeep and toward the Shifter, watching her as she searches the bodies of their fallen enemies. "I am sorry to hear that about your tribe. I am called Doc. What is your name, Shifter?"
"Edra." The Shifter turns to look at Doc curiously. "You know of my kind, but I'm afraid yours is unknown to me. His as well," she says as she nods in Quilqwen's direction.
Edra takes another moment to continue her search. Luckily, she manages to find a scroll among the belongings of the fallen Orcs and quickly plucks it up along with the coin purses she finds. "What is this?" She sets the coin purses aside for the others to claim, focused instead on the scroll in her hands, which she unrolls and begins reading. A flash of anger crosses her face before she speaks up to share her findings. "Someone helped them plan this raid."
(I'm so glad she didn't even need that roll because hoo boy, that hurt.)
At this point, Violet kicks open the door, still visibly frustrated and grabs an abandoned mug from an empty table. Pulling down her mask with a free hand she downs what remained of the drink and slams it back down. Hearing that someone had planned that attack, Violet pulls her mask back up and walks over, "This someone have a name? A place where I can go and kick their ass?"
Edra shakes her head and plucks up the coin purses as she stands to meet Violet. "No names." As she approaches, Edra offers her the paper. "It was signed with an initial."
DOC
"WHAT we are matters not; WHO we are -- that's what matters, and today I saw a number of brave warriors. It is nice to meet you, Edra," he says, later SLOWLY spinning around to address the rest of the group, "and it is nice to meet you all. I am Doc, and each of you has my gratitude, though I still fear for the lives of those taken."
Doc then listens as Edra relays her findings, responding, "How do you suppose we find this...L?"
Remembering the first Orc they faced, Doc adds, "And does the name 'Ezeek-Karash' mean anything to any of you?"
Quilqwen steps away from the drunken guards to the other group addressing Edra first “I am called Quilqwen.” Then adds reluctantly “I am Aarakocra.” On saying this he watches intensely for any reaction from those in front of him or from others who might have overheard.
“But the Elder” motioning toward Doc “speaks truly. Many more would have been lost this night if not for you all having stopped what ever those things were.”
Glancing at the terrified and dead people all around the inn “Perhaps, though, we should help those who were not lost and see to those here that were. In the morning, after a rest, we will be much better prepared for a hunt.”
With that Quilqwen head to the body laying nearest the door and drags it outside. He will begin making a row of all who were slain under the nearest tree. He will position each on their back eyes closed legs and arms straight down. Casting Druidcraft he will create a small clump of white flowers on the chest of each while whispering some words. Then moving to the next to do the same.