The group runs, heading around corners and leaping over the fires. A few random turns in a attempt to lose the Hn’ti hunters. The group of them keeping the chase alive while you all head to the cliff side.
Glancing back, two Hn’ti seem to be readying to throw spears.
Yaalin chuckles a bit at the idea of being paid to tell stories.
"No, no compensation is necessary. Only directions if you can and are willing."
She perks for a second as she thinks of something.
I would like to offer you this though," She pulls the ornate bone knife she traded her mace for out, "I do not know what will help you raise your station but maybe some trinkets from the further reaches won't hurt" She offers the knife hilt first to Keetra
If asked she will tell the tale of acquiring the knife
"I would also appretiate if I might share your camp for the day and night, I have been alone for a few days and the company would be nice."
If they agree to let her stay with them/aren't moving on right away she will tell Keetra all about life in her tribe, her children, the story of her people being massacred and stories and fables she has gathered throughout her travels.
Keetra looks between her colleagues and gives a nod. They instead of continuing their own adventure, decide to set up a camp.
"A welcomed change of pace," Keetra says as they gather some supplies. Using the extra time to carve up the mountain goat and get a few more worthwhile bits.
You and Keetra talk for hours. She's curious by nature, asking follow up questions. Clarifications. Wanting details of what things smell and feel like. She's rather sheltered when it comes to the outside world, this being her furthest adventure.
As the night continues on, the one wearing a mask takes it off. A greyish - greenish lithe orc. Keetra simply refers to it as Shadow, more of a title than a specific name. Shadow listens, but shares very little during the conversations. Sometimes stopping Keetra's rants from giving away too much information.
The Hobgoblin never seems to relax. Always on alert as he stands up from time to time to walk the perimeter. He does eventually introduce himself as Athil. Along Athil's arms and chest, ritual like tattoos can be seen covering his body. Specific styles of circles followed by intricate line work connecting to other circles.
One thing does come up in your conversation back and forth. Keetra has no concept of the divine. The idea of a Priest, or the Gods, seems foreign to them. Almost like you're telling a tall tale, they waive it off.
Abigail winces in pain as the wind is knocked out of her. A grey mass hits the ground near her with a THUMP; "...and you think you want this loxodon as a first mate?!" She groans and gets to her feet, readying herself for the inevitable projectiles that will be raining down on them.
A few spears and javelins fly out from above. Striking randomly down below.
As Sim casts, a single spear flies at his direction, guided by the flicker of magical light from the spell. Attack: 8 Damage: 3
The spear lands wide, cracking on the cold ground. Pulling Diadochi back to his feet, the group retreats. The Hn'ti give chase. Only a few moments behind. You all head off into the dark without rest. Unable to start a fire you find places to hide, constantly on the move while the group sets out a wide net. Blood trail from both a severely injured Cora and Diadochi make it somewhat easier for you to be followed.
Waking up from a brief nap, you see the sun coming over the mountain ridges. The Hn'ti don't seem to be nearby anymore. (You all have received a short rest, not a long rest)
Cora, stirs from a few minutes of sleep. Exhausted from keeping watch during the night due to having some ability to see in the dark. She looks a little bit better (13) than the night before. Her wounds having stopped bleeding and recovering some stamina. "Didn't go as planned. But we survived. That's something..."
Diadochi nods "yes there is that... You'll excuse me" Diadochi steps away he wants to scream but with the Hn'ti hunting them down he can't make noise. He wants to strike something with his hammer but he can't leave tracks. All he can do is breathe aggressively.
Diadochi comes back 5 mins later "first things first, we are being hunted by people who know the area. We need to get to a safe distance away. Get a proper rest. Long term... We engaged the cheiftan on the best terms we could considering, and while we were close to victory, we were also close to death. They are onto us now so we won't get a favorable chance like that again soon. We either need to get stronger or find a weakness we can exploit. Maybe some sort of weapon or poison that is potent to shape shifters." Diadochi realizes what he just asked for and looks at Sim out of the corner of his eye.
He then looks at Cora directly. "I assume that if any of us knew about such advantages that would have been mentioned beforehand. Maybe you know people who would know such things. Learned goblin, a Hn'ti that was exiled, anyone who would be versed in the ways of our foe."
Cora shakes her head. "There were few that seemed to know much. That Orta creature, down in the city. But she wasn't something I wanted to tangle with too long. There was an apostate, like her," she gestures to Lafetha, "but I ended up having to kill her after she attempted to stop my original plans. There could be other tribes of these things, or someone we could leverage. I did not make contact with every goblin tribe while I was up here, so there could be a person who we could build some trust with."
She snaps her fingers, looking over to Abigail and then back to Diadochi. "You all have mentioned someone that hates them, these shifting creatures. Perhaps what we need is a expendable ally. Because I do not believe you all wanted to work with.. it." She says, referencing Alul but clearly not remembering the name.
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Abigail, get well soon! (9 + 4)
"I am not sure that is the best idea. Alul attacked their village, and failed horribly, only recently. Now we have attacked them and failed. The Hn'ti are sure to be on guard now that a second attempts has been made. We barely were able to bloody their leader when it was just him, if the Hn'ti start guarding themselves more aggressively, even Alul is likely to do little for our overall odds. No, we need something more than just one extra person. Diadochi is right, we need some sort of weakness to exploit or an even greater strength to draw on..."
Abigail pauses for a moment.
"Although, if Orta really does have the key... and the mayor has a means of controlling Orta, perhaps their is a way of leveraging that control for the key? If we had a way of controlling Orta, maybe we could just make her give us the key... Conversely, maybe we could bargain her freedom for the key, instead of the Hn'ti leader's head?"
Lafetha follows the group double moving
Stealth 8
(1st segment finished)
The group runs, heading around corners and leaping over the fires. A few random turns in a attempt to lose the Hn’ti hunters. The group of them keeping the chase alive while you all head to the cliff side.
Glancing back, two Hn’ti seem to be readying to throw spears.
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Keetra looks between her colleagues and gives a nod. They instead of continuing their own adventure, decide to set up a camp.
"A welcomed change of pace," Keetra says as they gather some supplies. Using the extra time to carve up the mountain goat and get a few more worthwhile bits.
You and Keetra talk for hours. She's curious by nature, asking follow up questions. Clarifications. Wanting details of what things smell and feel like. She's rather sheltered when it comes to the outside world, this being her furthest adventure.
As the night continues on, the one wearing a mask takes it off. A greyish - greenish lithe orc. Keetra simply refers to it as Shadow, more of a title than a specific name. Shadow listens, but shares very little during the conversations. Sometimes stopping Keetra's rants from giving away too much information.
The Hobgoblin never seems to relax. Always on alert as he stands up from time to time to walk the perimeter. He does eventually introduce himself as Athil. Along Athil's arms and chest, ritual like tattoos can be seen covering his body. Specific styles of circles followed by intricate line work connecting to other circles.
One thing does come up in your conversation back and forth. Keetra has no concept of the divine. The idea of a Priest, or the Gods, seems foreign to them. Almost like you're telling a tall tale, they waive it off.
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Sim continues to dash towards the cliff edge.
stealth 5
Abigail continues her dash toward the stairs.
Stealth: 17
Diadochi dashes desperately ((stealth 1))
((If makes it to the edge of the cliff))
direly determining the diagonal diminutively dangerous to the direct dispute with denizens, dives dramatically downward.
(Assuming Lafetha runs)
Two Hn'ti stop, taking a few short hops before hurling javelins into the air. One arching to Abigail, the other to Cora. (+2 from Half-Cover)
Abigail Attack: 4 Damage: 6
Cora Attack: 10 Damage: 3
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(Segment 2 Finished)
One javelin flies far and wide, landing somewhere else. Cora barely manages to get out of the way of a javelin that was heading right at her.
The group makes a sudden turn, a half-wall sticking out of the ground.
DC 10 Dex Save, or take 1 bludgeoning damage
After recovering, their exit comes into view. The sheer 40 foot drop off the side of the plateau....
(STR/Athletics, OR, Dex/Acrobatics to reduce the damage by 1d6. DC 15)
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Seeing the wall Sim attempts to leap it.
Dex Save 10
acrobatics 18
Cora attempts to jump over the wall...
27
Acrobatics: 14
*Reaction* Slowfall. Reduce 30 points of fall damage.
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Diadochi atheltics the wall 13
Then he atheltics the cliff drop 20
Lafetha attempts to leap over the wall
Acrobatics 5
DEX save 14
Abigail turns the corner and sees the wall: 22
Abigail sees the cliff... "Good thing cats always land on their feet...?" 19 "Shit..."
The group, out of room, leaps off the side of the plateau.
Abigail: 15
Diadochi: 14
Lafetha: 9
Sim: 12
Cora seems to break in the air. The wind catching her as she falls on to her own two feet, unfazed by the fall.
(If multiple characters are down; roll initiative)
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Abigail winces in pain as the wind is knocked out of her. A grey mass hits the ground near her with a THUMP; "...and you think you want this loxodon as a first mate?!" She groans and gets to her feet, readying herself for the inevitable projectiles that will be raining down on them.
Initiative: 12
Sim hits the ground rolling to his feet he steps over to Diadochi touches his shoulder and casts cure wounds 3
”We need to move away from here” he says when done. Helping Diadochi to his feet he moves away.
A few spears and javelins fly out from above. Striking randomly down below.
As Sim casts, a single spear flies at his direction, guided by the flicker of magical light from the spell.
Attack: 8 Damage: 3
The spear lands wide, cracking on the cold ground. Pulling Diadochi back to his feet, the group retreats. The Hn'ti give chase. Only a few moments behind. You all head off into the dark without rest. Unable to start a fire you find places to hide, constantly on the move while the group sets out a wide net. Blood trail from both a severely injured Cora and Diadochi make it somewhat easier for you to be followed.
Waking up from a brief nap, you see the sun coming over the mountain ridges. The Hn'ti don't seem to be nearby anymore. (You all have received a short rest, not a long rest)
Cora, stirs from a few minutes of sleep. Exhausted from keeping watch during the night due to having some ability to see in the dark. She looks a little bit better (13) than the night before. Her wounds having stopped bleeding and recovering some stamina. "Didn't go as planned. But we survived. That's something..."
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Diadochi nods "yes there is that... You'll excuse me" Diadochi steps away he wants to scream but with the Hn'ti hunting them down he can't make noise. He wants to strike something with his hammer but he can't leave tracks. All he can do is breathe aggressively.
Diadochi comes back 5 mins later "first things first, we are being hunted by people who know the area. We need to get to a safe distance away. Get a proper rest. Long term... We engaged the cheiftan on the best terms we could considering, and while we were close to victory, we were also close to death. They are onto us now so we won't get a favorable chance like that again soon. We either need to get stronger or find a weakness we can exploit. Maybe some sort of weapon or poison that is potent to shape shifters." Diadochi realizes what he just asked for and looks at Sim out of the corner of his eye.
He then looks at Cora directly. "I assume that if any of us knew about such advantages that would have been mentioned beforehand. Maybe you know people who would know such things. Learned goblin, a Hn'ti that was exiled, anyone who would be versed in the ways of our foe."
Diadochi rests. 25
Cora shakes her head. "There were few that seemed to know much. That Orta creature, down in the city. But she wasn't something I wanted to tangle with too long. There was an apostate, like her," she gestures to Lafetha, "but I ended up having to kill her after she attempted to stop my original plans. There could be other tribes of these things, or someone we could leverage. I did not make contact with every goblin tribe while I was up here, so there could be a person who we could build some trust with."
She snaps her fingers, looking over to Abigail and then back to Diadochi. "You all have mentioned someone that hates them, these shifting creatures. Perhaps what we need is a expendable ally. Because I do not believe you all wanted to work with.. it." She says, referencing Alul but clearly not remembering the name.
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Abigail, get well soon! (9 + 4)
"I am not sure that is the best idea. Alul attacked their village, and failed horribly, only recently. Now we have attacked them and failed. The Hn'ti are sure to be on guard now that a second attempts has been made. We barely were able to bloody their leader when it was just him, if the Hn'ti start guarding themselves more aggressively, even Alul is likely to do little for our overall odds. No, we need something more than just one extra person. Diadochi is right, we need some sort of weakness to exploit or an even greater strength to draw on..."
Abigail pauses for a moment.
"Although, if Orta really does have the key... and the mayor has a means of controlling Orta, perhaps their is a way of leveraging that control for the key? If we had a way of controlling Orta, maybe we could just make her give us the key... Conversely, maybe we could bargain her freedom for the key, instead of the Hn'ti leader's head?"