[OOC: Alexia, sorry, I tried to find a path for Arc that did not include him attacking the Ape close to you but it just didn't make sense in my mind. Also Mojake said that Valen was NOT able to heal Connor so Arc will do so, which is also a natural reaction to the situation.]
(OoC- mojake said Az was able to heal Conor, but not able to ready an action on the same turn)
Lenk drops his crossbow and dives below the swinging arms of the beast towards his brother. He knocks into the other man, sprawling him to the floor and away from the wild melee. The younger man then turns, drawing his shortsword and cursing at the beast.
The scarred brother climbs to his knees, one hand grasping his gashed belly. "Lenk, run you fool!" he shouts in a pained voice. The mercenary scrambles at his belt pouch and pulls free a slender short-nosed flintlock pistol with his free hand. He quickly brings it high and barely aims before an ear-splitting gunshot cracks through the jungle, accompanied by a thin discharge of grey smoke from the weapon.
Flintlock Pistol Attack:11 Damage: 8
In his panicked frenzy, the older man misses the shot as his wrist jumps backwards with the recoil. He snarls in frustration at the gun and struggles to load it with another musketball.
Riannis observes the events happening around her, then blinks out of sight. Invisible, she flies backwards into the trees a little, keeping out of the way.
Lucina goes wide eyed at the flames and barely makes a peep when the flames burn her. She quickly moves away from them, and looks back towards the beasts readying a spell for the next time they go to attack.
(Ooc: readying an attack action for if they start attacking us still)
The creature bearing down on the beaten and bloodied Alexia seems to stop and consider her words for a moment. Luckily it doesn't acknowledge the blast of force that sends a wide crack through a tree trunk only a few feet away. The beast grunts something in its primal tongue.
Alexia:
"My land. My food. Leave soon."
The beast then roars with a different inflection to the previous challenge, and the mate stops the wild flurry of attacks despite Valen's blades. She looks at her opponents surrounding her, and for the first time seems to notice the large gashes on her side and shoulder. She looks up to the bigger creature, who begins to climb down from the canopies, evidently favouring two arms over the others. Upon landing, the animals that were savage moments ago appear to share a moment as the male tenderly checks over the female and vise-versa. They then slowly back away, eyes flicking between your group, and exit the area through the underbrush to the north-east; provided that nobody wishes to impede them.
As soon as they have left, Lenk begins shouting, "Please! Somebody help Garun!" He is crouched over his brother who bleeds freely from a claw wound in his abdomen, squirming in pain as his blood seeps into the jungle floor. The lanky young mercenary approaches slinging his crossbow over his back. "Lenk, mate, give him some room to breathe. I'm sure these lot can sort him out. We'd be dead if that half-elf weren't sharp on 'er feet." He states, almost seeming surprised at himself for referring to an elf in a positive light.
Galius, as you stand over the body of Ishaz, you see that his chest has started to very gently rise and fall; the neck wound no longer bleeding but still looking nasty. He'll live, but he's in a bad way and currently unconscious.
Corrigan gingerly climbs from under the wagon and begins to tend to the mules, continuing to whisper to them. He removes a handful of feed from his belt pouch to soothe them.
The flames of the camp have died down to small patches, lightly illuminating the area. All tents except for Corrigan's are destroyed, including their contents. There is still no movement from Ladle's tent. The savage melee, which only lasted less than a minute, seems to have abated for now. The sounds of the jungle wildlife gradually begin to increase in volume, but never return to the full orchestra of moments ago. The smell of burned oil and charred flesh hangs in the air. The sound of Conor's shoulder cracking as he rolls it around briefly interrupts the sounds of chirping insects. It doesn't look like there was any permanent damage done by his large fall, due to the healing magic of his companions, but that clicking noise whenever he rolls his shoulder will probably haunt him until the end of his days.
The moon hangs high in the sky, and you all still feel the exhaustion of the previous day, with the added fatigue of a tough fight.
[OoC]: Everybody gains 220xp for surviving the combat with the Girallons, plus an additional 50xp for keeping Ishaz and Corrigan alive. Well done!
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"The most important step a person can take is always the next one." -Dalinar Kholin; Oathbringer
Alexia slumps against the tree trunk in relief, closing her eyes as the pain of her wounds begin to set in. She seems to barely tune into the events happening below her. Very softly, seemingly to herself, she whispers, "Thank you."
Riannis, still invisible, flutters around camp, watching everyone carefully.
Az charges over to Garun and kneels beside the man. She looks angry but not necessarily at the mercenary before she lays hands for 5 HP.
"Who else is injured? I think once everyone's up we need to move," Az then says looking wildly around the wreckage of their camp next for other combants nervous about the jungle more than before.
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Sometimes a Nat 1 tells a better story than a Nat 20 ever could.
Valen rushes to Lenk and Garun's side, trying not to shove the concerned brother, but making as much room as he needs regardless, "Garun, is it? Look-Look at me!" He grabs the young man's chin and forces his head to stare at the priest's, "Do you know The Bastion? The Lucidar Knights?" The young man gives a very shallow, panicked nod at the second name. Not terribly surprising as the first was a regional sect of the latter. "Then you know what we do! You're his brothers?" Valen barks at Lenk, "Give me some room."
Raising an hand toward the night sky, a nimbus of light coalesces just out of Valen's reach, bathing the immediate area in light to rival the dawn. Dropping his hand to Garun's rent chest, a rush of numbness falls over the man, bringing at least a greater sense of ease. "Now the true work begins. Go to my pack, over there, with the book on the side," Valen points to the burning wreckage of the camp, specifically an untouched patch, "I need that book to work." Valen's authoritative gaze falls again on Garun, but quickly melts to compassion and reassurance, "Listen now and breath slowly: You fought well, and anyone should be proud to die in such a way. The truth here, though, is that I'm here; and where I go, no one dies." The next few minutes are tense as hemorrhaging is stemmed, make-shift dressings are applied, and Garun is prepped for fitful rest and travel.
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"I'm very glad so many of you are healers, blessings of the Warmfather to you all." Conor slowly checks himself over, realising the worst of the injuries have been dealt with. Looking up at his previous vantage point he smiles. "Next time I might watch from a slightly lower spot."
Looking around the camp he adds, almost as an afterthought "Well, its all gone to hell in a hand basket here hasn't it.."
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Vhon - Level 2 Warlock - What shall become of the Drunken Sailor?
Arc laughs, at least as much as a forged can laugh. Looking at Conor he says. "I am sorry, I don't mean to make light of the current situation. I just love the unique play on words that so many of your kind come up with. 'hell in a hand basket'. Ha, that would be a great place to keep such awfulness if we could. Yes, we have had a bit of that here with the fire."
Arc works with the others to bandage up the group. He will then wander over to Corrigan and offers his services as they clean up the mule pens and the damage done there. Arc sees the blood and asks "Did we lose one of these wonderful animals. That is sad." He continues to help where he can.
Alexia opens her eyes when Valen's light pierces the clearing, frowning. After a moment, she turns away from the camp and kneels on the branch, murmuring a soft prayer in Sylvan.
For anyone who speaks Sylvan:
My thanks, Eyara, for granting me the ability to save the lives of three of your creatures.
Riannis turns visible and hovers about ten feet above Valen's head, watching him curiously.
After a few stressful minutes of healing and reparations, Garun is sleeping with a sealed and bandaged abdomen. Galius checks Ladle's tent, but there is no hope for the cook, and the bard struggles to differentiate between what was tent, belongings or human within the ashes.
One you are all down on the ground, Lenk approaches. "Thank you. All of you. Yanny and me don't have much in the way of rank, but we'll let the Lions of Lesham know your names once we get to Barmouth. Consider us in your debt, if not the Lions as a whole, then the three of us." The tall, young mercenary nods seriously too at this.
Corrigan makes his way over with Arc. He lets out a large breath before speaking, "One draft mule lost and one barrel of cargo from twelve. All of the food is burned save for the few root vegetables and oats to feed the mules. We also lost our cook and all of our sleeping gear, and Ishaz is in a coma. I'd say we're buggered, the guild-master who commissioned this caravan will hit the roof." He massages his forehead as he speaks. "As soon as those few embers die out we lose our light. Who's gonna take charge here and get us out of this blasted jungle alive? We'll struggle getting both wagons back with a mule missing too!"
Yanny and Lenk carry Ishaz and Garun over to the wagons, trying to lay them as comfortable as possible on top of the barrels, supporting their sleeping heads with their leather coats.
As Lenk heads back over, he chimes in, "Should we go back, try and find the main road? I know there's the occasional attack there but at least it's patrolled by the Legion."
Alexia eventually comes down from the tree, readjusting her hood on the way down to make sure it's still covering her ears. She stays at the edge of the clearing, watching the others silently and nibbling her lip nervously.
At a look from Alexia, Riannis goes invisible again and starts circling the camp at a high enough altitude to not accidentally divebomb anyone in the face.
"We're all meant to work together yes," Az says with a softer expression. "I think we should find the road too yes," the fallen aasimar agrees with the brothers. "Better bandits than beasts," she adds still looking nervously around at the looming jungle.
"We're all meant to work together yes," Az says with a softer expression. "I think we should find the road too yes," the fallen aasimar agrees with the brothers. "Better bandits than beasts," she adds still looking nervously around at the looming jungle.
“Do you think that’s why this route is less traveled? The animals?” Galius is earnest in his question.
Galius walks and talks while looking for a shovel to bury Ladle’s remains.
"I've never been here. I am unfamiliar with the roads or the jungle. I would simply rather fight people than beasts," Az clarifies. "Is thier anyone else that needs healing," she repeats looking around at the party.
OoC: I don't want to metagame but..... I don't think Az saw Alexia being hurt so I'm trying to "help" anyway lol
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Sometimes a Nat 1 tells a better story than a Nat 20 ever could.
"We were in their territory," Alexia says quietly, a frown appearing on her face. "A possible threat to their livelihood and their offspring. They had every right to attack us. I'm just glad I was able to talk them down." She touches her slashed arm with a wince, then takes a deep breath. Not looking directly at Azrael, she says softly, "I...I could use a little healing."
”Once we’ve buried Ladle, perhaps a bit of a break to clean up the wounds would be prudent. Magic is wonderful, but nothing beats good old fashioned rest and recuperation. I’ll play something to take minds off the trouble and put our bodies at their best.”
(OoC- if we take a short rest, Galius will play his song of rest. Add 1d6 healing to everyone who rests.)
(OoC- mojake said Az was able to heal Conor, but not able to ready an action on the same turn)
Paladin - warforged - orange
Lenk drops his crossbow and dives below the swinging arms of the beast towards his brother. He knocks into the other man, sprawling him to the floor and away from the wild melee. The younger man then turns, drawing his shortsword and cursing at the beast.
The scarred brother climbs to his knees, one hand grasping his gashed belly. "Lenk, run you fool!" he shouts in a pained voice. The mercenary scrambles at his belt pouch and pulls free a slender short-nosed flintlock pistol with his free hand. He quickly brings it high and barely aims before an ear-splitting gunshot cracks through the jungle, accompanied by a thin discharge of grey smoke from the weapon.
Flintlock Pistol Attack: 11 Damage: 8
In his panicked frenzy, the older man misses the shot as his wrist jumps backwards with the recoil. He snarls in frustration at the gun and struggles to load it with another musketball.
[OoC]: Riannis, Lucina and Galius.
"The most important step a person can take is always the next one." - Dalinar Kholin; Oathbringer
Riannis observes the events happening around her, then blinks out of sight. Invisible, she flies backwards into the trees a little, keeping out of the way.
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Shi, Changeling Bard 4 (College of Spirits), Tyrant's Grasp
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Galius flies down to Ishaz and covers his neck with his hands. When he removes them, the wounds have receded somewhat. (3HP, Healing Hands).
Galius then casts healing word at Conor with a shout of “Warmfather restores us, body and soul!”
5 healing
Paladin - warforged - orange
Lucina goes wide eyed at the flames and barely makes a peep when the flames burn her. She quickly moves away from them, and looks back towards the beasts readying a spell for the next time they go to attack.
(Ooc: readying an attack action for if they start attacking us still)
The creature bearing down on the beaten and bloodied Alexia seems to stop and consider her words for a moment. Luckily it doesn't acknowledge the blast of force that sends a wide crack through a tree trunk only a few feet away. The beast grunts something in its primal tongue.
Alexia:
"My land. My food. Leave soon."
The beast then roars with a different inflection to the previous challenge, and the mate stops the wild flurry of attacks despite Valen's blades. She looks at her opponents surrounding her, and for the first time seems to notice the large gashes on her side and shoulder. She looks up to the bigger creature, who begins to climb down from the canopies, evidently favouring two arms over the others. Upon landing, the animals that were savage moments ago appear to share a moment as the male tenderly checks over the female and vise-versa. They then slowly back away, eyes flicking between your group, and exit the area through the underbrush to the north-east; provided that nobody wishes to impede them.
As soon as they have left, Lenk begins shouting, "Please! Somebody help Garun!" He is crouched over his brother who bleeds freely from a claw wound in his abdomen, squirming in pain as his blood seeps into the jungle floor. The lanky young mercenary approaches slinging his crossbow over his back. "Lenk, mate, give him some room to breathe. I'm sure these lot can sort him out. We'd be dead if that half-elf weren't sharp on 'er feet." He states, almost seeming surprised at himself for referring to an elf in a positive light.
Galius, as you stand over the body of Ishaz, you see that his chest has started to very gently rise and fall; the neck wound no longer bleeding but still looking nasty. He'll live, but he's in a bad way and currently unconscious.
Corrigan gingerly climbs from under the wagon and begins to tend to the mules, continuing to whisper to them. He removes a handful of feed from his belt pouch to soothe them.
The flames of the camp have died down to small patches, lightly illuminating the area. All tents except for Corrigan's are destroyed, including their contents. There is still no movement from Ladle's tent. The savage melee, which only lasted less than a minute, seems to have abated for now. The sounds of the jungle wildlife gradually begin to increase in volume, but never return to the full orchestra of moments ago. The smell of burned oil and charred flesh hangs in the air. The sound of Conor's shoulder cracking as he rolls it around briefly interrupts the sounds of chirping insects. It doesn't look like there was any permanent damage done by his large fall, due to the healing magic of his companions, but that clicking noise whenever he rolls his shoulder will probably haunt him until the end of his days.
The moon hangs high in the sky, and you all still feel the exhaustion of the previous day, with the added fatigue of a tough fight.
[OoC]: Everybody gains 220xp for surviving the combat with the Girallons, plus an additional 50xp for keeping Ishaz and Corrigan alive. Well done!
"The most important step a person can take is always the next one." - Dalinar Kholin; Oathbringer
Alexia slumps against the tree trunk in relief, closing her eyes as the pain of her wounds begin to set in. She seems to barely tune into the events happening below her. Very softly, seemingly to herself, she whispers, "Thank you."
Riannis, still invisible, flutters around camp, watching everyone carefully.
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Kat, Medtech, Cyberpunk: Red
Shi, Changeling Bard 4 (College of Spirits), Tyrant's Grasp
Dani, Human Artificer 9 (Armorer), Skulls and Starships
DM, Project Point (Teams Scimitar and Longsword)
Everything Else!
Az charges over to Garun and kneels beside the man. She looks angry but not necessarily at the mercenary before she lays hands for 5 HP.
"Who else is injured? I think once everyone's up we need to move," Az then says looking wildly around the wreckage of their camp next for other combants nervous about the jungle more than before.
Sometimes a Nat 1 tells a better story than a Nat 20 ever could.
Valen rushes to Lenk and Garun's side, trying not to shove the concerned brother, but making as much room as he needs regardless, "Garun, is it? Look-Look at me!" He grabs the young man's chin and forces his head to stare at the priest's, "Do you know The Bastion? The Lucidar Knights?" The young man gives a very shallow, panicked nod at the second name. Not terribly surprising as the first was a regional sect of the latter. "Then you know what we do! You're his brothers?" Valen barks at Lenk, "Give me some room."
Raising an hand toward the night sky, a nimbus of light coalesces just out of Valen's reach, bathing the immediate area in light to rival the dawn. Dropping his hand to Garun's rent chest, a rush of numbness falls over the man, bringing at least a greater sense of ease. "Now the true work begins. Go to my pack, over there, with the book on the side," Valen points to the burning wreckage of the camp, specifically an untouched patch, "I need that book to work." Valen's authoritative gaze falls again on Garun, but quickly melts to compassion and reassurance, "Listen now and breath slowly: You fought well, and anyone should be proud to die in such a way. The truth here, though, is that I'm here; and where I go, no one dies." The next few minutes are tense as hemorrhaging is stemmed, make-shift dressings are applied, and Garun is prepped for fitful rest and travel.
(So, in order, Light, Spare the Dying, Healing Hands via racial trait for 3hp, then 2 Cure Wounds as needed)
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
"I'm very glad so many of you are healers, blessings of the Warmfather to you all." Conor slowly checks himself over, realising the worst of the injuries have been dealt with. Looking up at his previous vantage point he smiles. "Next time I might watch from a slightly lower spot."
Looking around the camp he adds, almost as an afterthought "Well, its all gone to hell in a hand basket here hasn't it.."
Vhon - Level 2 Warlock - What shall become of the Drunken Sailor?
Lyreis - Level 6 Elf Fighter - Eberron: Omega
DM - Dzenda: The Cracks - DM - Dzenda: Whispered Tales
Arc laughs, at least as much as a forged can laugh. Looking at Conor he says. "I am sorry, I don't mean to make light of the current situation. I just love the unique play on words that so many of your kind come up with. 'hell in a hand basket'. Ha, that would be a great place to keep such awfulness if we could. Yes, we have had a bit of that here with the fire."
Arc works with the others to bandage up the group. He will then wander over to Corrigan and offers his services as they clean up the mule pens and the damage done there. Arc sees the blood and asks "Did we lose one of these wonderful animals. That is sad." He continues to help where he can.
Lot's of stuff ...
Alexia opens her eyes when Valen's light pierces the clearing, frowning. After a moment, she turns away from the camp and kneels on the branch, murmuring a soft prayer in Sylvan.
For anyone who speaks Sylvan:
My thanks, Eyara, for granting me the ability to save the lives of three of your creatures.
Riannis turns visible and hovers about ten feet above Valen's head, watching him curiously.
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Kat, Medtech, Cyberpunk: Red
Shi, Changeling Bard 4 (College of Spirits), Tyrant's Grasp
Dani, Human Artificer 9 (Armorer), Skulls and Starships
DM, Project Point (Teams Scimitar and Longsword)
Everything Else!
Galius goes to Garun. His wings fade from one moment to the next and he seems a little more mortal.“Be still, if you bump the miracle worker’s elbow, you get lousy miracles”Galius casts cure wounds 11(OoC- we must’ve all posted pretty close together lol)
Galius goes to see if there’s any chance in a million to save Ladle
Paladin - warforged - orange
After a few stressful minutes of healing and reparations, Garun is sleeping with a sealed and bandaged abdomen. Galius checks Ladle's tent, but there is no hope for the cook, and the bard struggles to differentiate between what was tent, belongings or human within the ashes.
One you are all down on the ground, Lenk approaches. "Thank you. All of you. Yanny and me don't have much in the way of rank, but we'll let the Lions of Lesham know your names once we get to Barmouth. Consider us in your debt, if not the Lions as a whole, then the three of us." The tall, young mercenary nods seriously too at this.
Corrigan makes his way over with Arc. He lets out a large breath before speaking, "One draft mule lost and one barrel of cargo from twelve. All of the food is burned save for the few root vegetables and oats to feed the mules. We also lost our cook and all of our sleeping gear, and Ishaz is in a coma. I'd say we're buggered, the guild-master who commissioned this caravan will hit the roof." He massages his forehead as he speaks. "As soon as those few embers die out we lose our light. Who's gonna take charge here and get us out of this blasted jungle alive? We'll struggle getting both wagons back with a mule missing too!"
Yanny and Lenk carry Ishaz and Garun over to the wagons, trying to lay them as comfortable as possible on top of the barrels, supporting their sleeping heads with their leather coats.
As Lenk heads back over, he chimes in, "Should we go back, try and find the main road? I know there's the occasional attack there but at least it's patrolled by the Legion."
"The most important step a person can take is always the next one." - Dalinar Kholin; Oathbringer
Alexia eventually comes down from the tree, readjusting her hood on the way down to make sure it's still covering her ears. She stays at the edge of the clearing, watching the others silently and nibbling her lip nervously.
At a look from Alexia, Riannis goes invisible again and starts circling the camp at a high enough altitude to not accidentally divebomb anyone in the face.
Stella Diamant, Human Rogue 17 (Swashbuckler), The Exploits of Misfit Company
Kat, Medtech, Cyberpunk: Red
Shi, Changeling Bard 4 (College of Spirits), Tyrant's Grasp
Dani, Human Artificer 9 (Armorer), Skulls and Starships
DM, Project Point (Teams Scimitar and Longsword)
Everything Else!
"We're all meant to work together yes," Az says with a softer expression. "I think we should find the road too yes," the fallen aasimar agrees with the brothers. "Better bandits than beasts," she adds still looking nervously around at the looming jungle.
Sometimes a Nat 1 tells a better story than a Nat 20 ever could.
“Do you think that’s why this route is less traveled? The animals?” Galius is earnest in his question.
Galius walks and talks while looking for a shovel to bury Ladle’s remains.
Paladin - warforged - orange
"I've never been here. I am unfamiliar with the roads or the jungle. I would simply rather fight people than beasts," Az clarifies. "Is thier anyone else that needs healing," she repeats looking around at the party.
OoC: I don't want to metagame but..... I don't think Az saw Alexia being hurt so I'm trying to "help" anyway lol
Sometimes a Nat 1 tells a better story than a Nat 20 ever could.
"We were in their territory," Alexia says quietly, a frown appearing on her face. "A possible threat to their livelihood and their offspring. They had every right to attack us. I'm just glad I was able to talk them down." She touches her slashed arm with a wince, then takes a deep breath. Not looking directly at Azrael, she says softly, "I...I could use a little healing."
Stella Diamant, Human Rogue 17 (Swashbuckler), The Exploits of Misfit Company
Kat, Medtech, Cyberpunk: Red
Shi, Changeling Bard 4 (College of Spirits), Tyrant's Grasp
Dani, Human Artificer 9 (Armorer), Skulls and Starships
DM, Project Point (Teams Scimitar and Longsword)
Everything Else!
Galius takes a look around at the wounded.
”Once we’ve buried Ladle, perhaps a bit of a break to clean up the wounds would be prudent. Magic is wonderful, but nothing beats good old fashioned rest and recuperation. I’ll play something to take minds off the trouble and put our bodies at their best.”
(OoC- if we take a short rest, Galius will play his song of rest. Add 1d6 healing to everyone who rests.)
Paladin - warforged - orange