For the past several days, you have been traveling a road that winds lazily across the rolling grasslands of the Greenfields. Sundown is approaching when you top a rise and see the town of Greenest just a few short miles away. But instead of the pleasant, welcoming town you expected, you see columns of black smoke rising from burning buildings, running figures that are little more than dots at this distance, and a dark, winged shape wheeling low over the keep that rises above the center of the town. Greenest is being attacked by a dragon!
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The Circle of Hedgehogs Druid Beholder/Animated Armor Level -20 Bardof the OIADSB Cult, here are our rules.Sig.Also a sauce council member, but it's been dead for a while.
Grant Elswith stops dead in his tracks, his green eyes wide in surprise. He says in a barely even voice, "I don't want to be the guy who says the obvious thing but...uh...that's not good."
An unfrendly looking elf joined the caravan while it crossed the road that passes through the Snakewood. She has green piercing eyes, light bark-colored skin bears green tribal tattoos all over, including her face, and the decorated hide garb she wears cleraly attests to her regional green elf lineage, while the hunting gear she carries attests to her calling. Prefering to keep to herself most of the time, she talks little over the absolutely necessary to the caravan masters and other travelers, refusing to share fires at nights, often seen scouting the surrounding area, sometimes bringing back some arrow-pierced rabbit or bird to eat by herself.
When the caravan makes it to the higher ground and catches sight of the town and the turmoil, a mix of emotions rapdly crosses her elven features—interest, disdain, curiosity, uncertainty. She looks at the others to study reactions and see what they intend to do, "Dragon!" she states the obvious, "Back the wagons away!" She picks up her bow and takes several steps ahead into the grassy terrain, covering her eyes from the light of the setting sun with her hand and studying the scene ahead, "It looks like people in there, the townsfolk are in danger!"
((What color and size of dragon are we talking about? Can we discern that from this distance?))
Hello, everyone! Wishing all of us a happy campaign. Claiming yellow green for speech, hope that doesn't look weird in anyone's monitor/phone. 🤙
The Circle of Hedgehogs Druid Beholder/Animated Armor Level -20 Bardof the OIADSB Cult, here are our rules.Sig.Also a sauce council member, but it's been dead for a while.
Brokath, a grey, black-haired and heavily scarred half-orc, has been walking alongside the caravan for the past week. These green fields are a far cry from the hustle of the city and the chaos of the arena.
Upon seeing the dragon on the horizon, a mixture of anger and annoyance flashes in his mind.
He picks takes his maul off of his back and growls, "Can't quite get away from all o' this dragon crap! Fine, I'll take this chance ta vent!"
Grant ran a hand through his rust-colored hair before before looking over to the tattooed elf, narrow eyes in his long, thin face. He sighs, then unslings a small crossbow that was strapped around his back. “I know going towards that thing is insane. What I don’t know is just how insane it is. But we can see if we can help some of the villagers who are fleeing.”
(OOC: can we tell if there are any attackers outside of the dragon?)
Grant ran a hand through his rust-colored hair before before looking over to the tattooed elf, narrow eyes in his long, thin face. He sighs, then unslings a small crossbow that was strapped around his back. “I know going towards that thing is insane. What I don’t know is just how insane it is. But we can see if we can help some of the villagers who are fleeing.”
(OOC: can we tell if there are any attackers outside of the dragon?)
*There's also kobolds. That's all that can be seen.*
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The Circle of Hedgehogs Druid Beholder/Animated Armor Level -20 Bardof the OIADSB Cult, here are our rules.Sig.Also a sauce council member, but it's been dead for a while.
“I know going towards that thing is insane. What I don’t know is just how insane it is. But we can see if we can help some of the villagers who are fleeing.”
"Absolutely." the elf answers flatly, "But the alternative means leaving them to die under the whim of tyrannical dragons and their underlings." she sighs and eyes the half-elf up and down, squaring her shoulders "Least we can do is help them flee the town into somewhere safer... The sun fades now, we'll have the cover of night." stating in a cold tone that somewhat makes you think that she may actually have little empathy towards the townsfolk.
"Help folks... Bust some heads... Sounds to be right up my alley. Also, ta be honest... I kinda wanna take a swipe at that dragon..."
Aryniel can't help but snort dismissively as the half-orc mentions the dragon, then nod, turn towards the caravan, shout "Those willing, with us!" and sprint forward, aiming towards areas where the group can take cover behind hills or other terrain features as they approach the town.
Wardell Silenttree has been keeping quiet toward the back of the group, like he has for most of the journey so far. He still looks uncomfortable wearing his armor, constantly fidgeting and adjusting himself as he listens to the group talk. His furrowed brow and wild, unkempt hair make him look less than comfortable but he follows with the rest of the group clutching some empty flasks.
Benagol is a paladin, clearly understandle on the little coat of arms in his big armour.
He is a human in his tewnties, quite short, broad shoulders, brown hair and eyes, big moustaches.
He wears a chain mail and almost always a horned helmet.
From the outside he looks like a ìn average paladin but those who know him know that inside he is not the usual faithful saint some paladin claim to be: he is restless, but also funny and mundane, little he says about his past to the others.
ACTION
Benagol considers the situation Bad indeed!
Benagol follows the elf ranger but deep inside he is not so confident they could be of any help to those poor villagers, thinking
"If we're doin' something we might as well just do it!" Brokath says as they observe the happenings at the closer distance the elf selected. "Just sittin' here lookin' at the fireworks ain't gonna help anybody...!"
"Well, maybe they bastards doin the attackin'... You know what I mean!"
(DM, you there? All five of us ready to help the town...)
*Sorry. Device wasn't working for a bit.*
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The Circle of Hedgehogs Druid Beholder/Animated Armor Level -20 Bardof the OIADSB Cult, here are our rules.Sig.Also a sauce council member, but it's been dead for a while.
Without warning, five humans dash out from between two buildings on your left. A limping man and three young children race across the street into more shadows, and a woman carrying a round shield and a broken spear turns and faces back in the direction from which they came. Eight kobolds stream out of the alley on the family’s heels and fan out around the woman, who looks determined to delay the creatures for as long as possible.
*Roll initiative. BTW, that doesn't mean you have to do anything, I just want to know the turn order.*
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The Circle of Hedgehogs Druid Beholder/Animated Armor Level -20 Bardof the OIADSB Cult, here are our rules.Sig.Also a sauce council member, but it's been dead for a while.
The Circle of Hedgehogs Druid Beholder/Animated Armor Level -20 Bard of the OIADSB Cult, here are our rules. Sig. Also a sauce council member, but it's been dead for a while.
Grant Elswith stops dead in his tracks, his green eyes wide in surprise. He says in a barely even voice, "I don't want to be the guy who says the obvious thing but...uh...that's not good."
An unfrendly looking elf joined the caravan while it crossed the road that passes through the Snakewood. She has green piercing eyes, light bark-colored skin bears green tribal tattoos all over, including her face, and the decorated hide garb she wears cleraly attests to her regional green elf lineage, while the hunting gear she carries attests to her calling. Prefering to keep to herself most of the time, she talks little over the absolutely necessary to the caravan masters and other travelers, refusing to share fires at nights, often seen scouting the surrounding area, sometimes bringing back some arrow-pierced rabbit or bird to eat by herself.
When the caravan makes it to the higher ground and catches sight of the town and the turmoil, a mix of emotions rapdly crosses her elven features—interest, disdain, curiosity, uncertainty. She looks at the others to study reactions and see what they intend to do, "Dragon!" she states the obvious, "Back the wagons away!" She picks up her bow and takes several steps ahead into the grassy terrain, covering her eyes from the light of the setting sun with her hand and studying the scene ahead, "It looks like people in there, the townsfolk are in danger!"
((What color and size of dragon are we talking about? Can we discern that from this distance?))
Hello, everyone! Wishing all of us a happy campaign. Claiming yellow green for speech, hope that doesn't look weird in anyone's monitor/phone. 🤙
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*Blue dragon adult.*
The Circle of Hedgehogs Druid Beholder/Animated Armor Level -20 Bard of the OIADSB Cult, here are our rules. Sig. Also a sauce council member, but it's been dead for a while.
Brokath, a grey, black-haired and heavily scarred half-orc, has been walking alongside the caravan for the past week. These green fields are a far cry from the hustle of the city and the chaos of the arena.
Upon seeing the dragon on the horizon, a mixture of anger and annoyance flashes in his mind.
He picks takes his maul off of his back and growls, "Can't quite get away from all o' this dragon crap! Fine, I'll take this chance ta vent!"
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Grant ran a hand through his rust-colored hair before before looking over to the tattooed elf, narrow eyes in his long, thin face. He sighs, then unslings a small crossbow that was strapped around his back. “I know going towards that thing is insane. What I don’t know is just how insane it is. But we can see if we can help some of the villagers who are fleeing.”
(OOC: can we tell if there are any attackers outside of the dragon?)
*There's also kobolds. That's all that can be seen.*
The Circle of Hedgehogs Druid Beholder/Animated Armor Level -20 Bard of the OIADSB Cult, here are our rules. Sig. Also a sauce council member, but it's been dead for a while.
"Absolutely." the elf answers flatly, "But the alternative means leaving them to die under the whim of tyrannical dragons and their underlings." she sighs and eyes the half-elf up and down, squaring her shoulders "Least we can do is help them flee the town into somewhere safer... The sun fades now, we'll have the cover of night." stating in a cold tone that somewhat makes you think that she may actually have little empathy towards the townsfolk.
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"Help folks... Bust some heads... Sounds to be right up my alley. Also, ta be honest... I kinda wanna take a swipe at that dragon..."
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"I wouldn't dare disappoint. By all means, I fight best from the back."
Grant gestures in the direction of the town.
"We should probably hurry."
Aryniel can't help but snort dismissively as the half-orc mentions the dragon, then nod, turn towards the caravan, shout "Those willing, with us!" and sprint forward, aiming towards areas where the group can take cover behind hills or other terrain features as they approach the town.
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"I'm willing to be in front. Where I am best is crashing against foes."
As Brokath and the rest of the group approach the town he keeps an eye out for anything waiting in ambush for them.
Perception: 10
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Wardell Silenttree has been keeping quiet toward the back of the group, like he has for most of the journey so far. He still looks uncomfortable wearing his armor, constantly fidgeting and adjusting himself as he listens to the group talk. His furrowed brow and wild, unkempt hair make him look less than comfortable but he follows with the rest of the group clutching some empty flasks.
DESCRIPTION
Benagol is a paladin, clearly understandle on the little coat of arms in his big armour.
He is a human in his tewnties, quite short, broad shoulders, brown hair and eyes, big moustaches.
He wears a chain mail and almost always a horned helmet.
From the outside he looks like a ìn average paladin but those who know him know that inside he is not the usual faithful saint some paladin claim to be: he is restless, but also funny and mundane, little he says about his past to the others.
ACTION
Benagol considers the situation Bad indeed!
Benagol follows the elf ranger but deep inside he is not so confident they could be of any help to those poor villagers, thinking
surely we are running into a great mess
,
"If we're doin' something we might as well just do it!" Brokath says as they observe the happenings at the closer distance the elf selected. "Just sittin' here lookin' at the fireworks ain't gonna help anybody...!"
"Well, maybe they bastards doin the attackin'... You know what I mean!"
Extended Signature
Grant joins the others as they head off to aid the villagers.
(DM, you there? All five of us ready to help the town...)
Extended Signature
*Sorry. Device wasn't working for a bit.*
The Circle of Hedgehogs Druid Beholder/Animated Armor Level -20 Bard of the OIADSB Cult, here are our rules. Sig. Also a sauce council member, but it's been dead for a while.
You approach Greenest. As soon as you get there:
*Roll initiative. BTW, that doesn't mean you have to do anything, I just want to know the turn order.*
The Circle of Hedgehogs Druid Beholder/Animated Armor Level -20 Bard of the OIADSB Cult, here are our rules. Sig. Also a sauce council member, but it's been dead for a while.
Brokath initiative: 10
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