The suns' radiance and brilliance slowly begins to die over the oceans expanse, giving way to dancing shadows and, ultimately, the darkness.  No moon shines this evening and the dark forest just beyond the gates is gripped with a dense fog.  Despite the numerous torches along the wall your vision is severely hindered.  This was not a good night.

As the evening progressed, the town slowly fell into blackness.  One by one the candles, lanterns and torches were extinguished as the townspeople fell into an uneasy sleep.  All around you, the world was now blanketed in a pitch as black as ink.  Restlessness and trepidation began to sweep through the ranks.  Footmen began tightening their hands around weapon pommels and archers carefully knocked arrows, many of them turning their gazes skyward.

Suddenly, in the distance, a loud shriek tears through the silence; no creature alive mistakes the sound of a goblin pack.  Soldiers on the ground leapt to their feet, racing to their respective battle positions and rechecking the main gates lock.  Stepping out from his quarters, Rasmir immediately begins barking orders throughout the compound area.  In his left hand he waves an impressive warhammer and tucked under his right arm is a worn old helmet, deep scars covering its surface.  On his order, the archers take up cloth wrapped arrows and light them using the torches.  They launch a volley into the distance, the arrows landing at various points giving you a larger, albeit temporary, field of vision.  The shrieks and yowls begin to grow louder and seem to be concentrated to the west.  As everyone falls into position, silence begins to radiate and the distant chaos begins to focus.  As you hold your nerves, waiting for what may come, a soft noise begins to appear on the road to the west.  Like rapid water droplets the sound grows slightly louder until it becomes clear that what you hear is a set of footsets...someone or something is running at the gate.  Just as the realization hits, a figure appears at the furthest arrow.  A lone person...wait, no, a halfling...is racing towards the gate.  From somewhere in the darkness behind him, a pack of goblins is in hot pursuit....

In reply to The Powers That Be (msg # 1):

Seeing the halfling fleeing for his life, the barbarian warrior grabbed a torch in his left hand and his sword in his right and hopped over his defensive position and started moving towards the hobbit swinging the torch and yelling to get his attention."This way halfling! Come to me, I'll get those goblins off your back!
This message was last edited by the player at 05:13, Mon 27 Mar 2017.

Ondrea raised her bow and with an arrow notched already she takes aim at behind the halfling. She looks for the first signs of his pursers hoping to drop the goblin closest to the halflings heels and then the next. Ondrea wills the little man on hoping he says upright as a fall now would mean certain doom as the pack overwhelmed him.

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In reply to The Powers That Be (msg # 1):

The town was a Godsend! He changed course for the walls. The halfling was wearing good quality travelling clothing, carrying a backpack and armed with a short sword sheathed at his waist, dagger sheathed on his baldrick. A buckler was tied to his pack.

"Help! Open the gates! For the love of all that's holy!"

Boris fled for his life, grateful for the trail. At the barbarian's rough shout Boris felt a sense of relief.
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In reply to Boris Underhill (msg # 4):

   Hearing the commotion, Stoney is staying near Ondrea's side.  Not wanting to go towards the river of growls, and screeches, until he hears that single word.  The word that everyone understands...."Help."
   With disregard for his own safety, Stoney hops down away from higher ground, and dashes towards the door.  "Let the little man in...let him in, he is good folk."
   Not knowing if he is good or not, but most Halflings tend to be good to other halflings at least.  _{"It will be nice to be able to look someone in the face, and not at their chest."}  Although chest high does have some slight advantages, with the opposite sex.

As you watch the halfling race down the road, his pursuers suddenly burst into view.  From behind him 6 creatures emerge from the dark...without a doubt they were goblins.  Gibbering and shrieking they raced after the stranger and were gaining with each step.

With seasoned skill Ondrea slightly lowers her bow and lets loose the arrow. She did not watch its flight notching another shaft instead and again aiming for the group of goblins as the first arrow struck home.

Then she moves her aim slightly and picks out the next closest goblin to the fleeing halfling.



Ondrea Avalor rolled 22 using 1d20+3.  Attack arrow.
Ondrea Avalor rolled 9 using 1d8+7 with rolls of 2.  Arrow damage.

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In reply to The Powers That Be (msg # 6):

Glancing over his shoulder, Boris was again shocked and confused. "Goblins! Where did you come from?" After the Great Cleansing War of the Red King, all such unclean races had been exterminated, extirpated from the rich lowlands of the Marches. No orc or goblin had been seen in these woods for a generation at least! What's going on here? he wondered.

In reply to Boris Underhill (msg # 8):

"Don't stop to smell the roses lad, run!!!" Larz yelled at the Halfling, as he raced to meet the howling goblins. "I'll keep them off your arse. Just get to the wall."




01:22, Today: Larzander Gunderzen rolled 11 using 1d20+2.  attack closest goblin. Not sure if that hits..


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In reply to Larzander Gunderzen (msg # 9):

Boris continued to run towards safety, it was all he could do!

In reply to Boris Underhill (msg # 10):

Stoney is now at the gate, waiting for the halkfing to huslte and get in.
"C'mon, hurry up!  Make those little legs move faster!"

Knowing that fear of death is a good motivator, other things also help motivate half folks.
Shouting so the little man can hear.

"We have warm food & good ale!  If you ever want to taste it, get in here and be quick about it!"

OOC: I've drawn a crude map, it's under Group Map 0

As you begin to open the gates, Captain Rasmir orders his men into formation, creating a flesh and metal wall immediately behind the door.  As Larzander races forward, he sees the first goblin come howling into the torchlight.  It made it three steps more before an arrow drilled through its' chest.  As it twisted and fell, you could see several inches of the arrow protruding from the creatures back, dripping a vicious black ichre.  No sooner did its lifeless body slam into the packed-dirt road then two more goblins raced into view, showing absolutely no regard for their fallen comrade.

OOC: It will take another round before Larzander can meet up with the pursuing goblins, if you still wish to charge ahead. 

As the other two goblins come into view Ondrea settles her sights on the goblin on the left. Drawing the arrow back on the bow string the last centimeter or so she lefts the arrow loose and feels it whoosh past her ear.

She then raises a third arrow and notches it, looking past the three goblins that have already appeared she sets her sights on the first group companions.

Ondrea Avalor rolled 17 using 1d20+3 with rolls of 14.  Attack.
Ondrea Avalor rolled 12 using 1d8+7 with rolls of 5.  Damage.

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In reply to Ondrea Avalor (msg # 13):

Larz continued his charge. He intended to place himself between the Halfling and the charging goblins.

In reply to Larzander Gunderzen (msg # 14):

Running towards the front gate & sliding into stop as the goblins come into view.  Watching one fall, and feeling inspired Stoney loads his sling.  A quick spin around his head he releases a stone at one of the goblins.  Unable to see exactly where the stone went he is certain it hit his target, and feels proud that he a skill like this!  Now loading a larger stone, to not wound the creature, but drop it.

OOC
Miss I assume
hit ac 9
07:35, Today: Stoney Applesmith rolled 8 using 1d20.  sling at goblin.

Larz and the halfling race passed one another in a blur; the dust from the road being kicked into the air.  Raising his sword high, Larz aims for the closest goblin but before he can reach him, the creature, along with 2 others, howl and fall forward into the road.  Seizing the moment, Larz sinks his blade deep into one that landed only a few feet in front of him.  Removing his sword he gazes toward the next closest target.  As he locks eyes with the green menace, an arrow shaft lodges deep into it's neck.  Its' cold, black eyes staring into you as it collapses to its' knees and topples over (this leaves one remaining on its' feet and two slowly regaining their feet).  More sounds can be heard beyond your vision.

As the strange halfling dashes through the gates, Stoney turns to gaze upon his handy-work.  Spying several goblins down, either dead or injured, he feels thoroughly satisfied that he contributed in some way.

In reply to The Powers That Be (msg # 16):

Halfling "friend" inside the gates. Shouting to his friend who is outside the gates now.
"Quick come back behind the gates!  Get back here!"
"Get ready to shut the gates, quickly!  We can eliminate the goblin menace from a distance!"

The arrow flies fourth as she spies another target, arcing towards the furthermost goblin from Larzander. It is at this point that she wonders if she should join the fighter as she nocks another arrow and studies the field of battle before her. It's razor edge catches some light either from the lantern of the moon and gives off a glint of death.




Ondrea Avalor rolled 15 using 1d20+3.  Attack.
Ondrea Avalor rolled 11 using 1d8+7.  Damage.

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In reply to The Powers That Be (msg # 16):

Larz didn't turn his attention from the goblins as the halfling raced by. His eyes were on goblins now and his blood was beginning to boil with the heat of battle. He stepped forward to meet the closest goblin. And swung the massive two-handed sword in his hand with all his might at his foe..


15:51, Today: Larzander Gunderzen rolled 10 using 1d20+2.  Attack nearest goblin
15:59, Today: Larzander Gunderzen rolled 6 using 1d20+2.  second attack..Damn dice rolling POS! I forgot I get 3/2 attacks.. and did worse the second time...
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In reply to Stoney Applesmith (msg # 17):

Sprinting the last stretch, Boris made it through the gates.

"I'm in! Thank the Half-Gods of the Riverlands, I'm in! Shut the gate!

"Thank you, my friend," he gasped to the short man who'd been urging him on. "I believe I'm safe now. I am Boris. What is this town? And were those, were those actually goblins?"
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In reply to Boris Underhill (msg # 20):

Patting him down, and spinning him around searching for wounds.
"I am Stoney!  Praise the gods that saved you!  Yes they were goblins."
Finishing the spin inspection.
"You are safe now...what about Larz?!?!"
Attention back up, and outside.
"LARZ!!! come back!"

In reply to Stoney Applesmith (msg # 21):

Still doubled over panting, Boris managed a chuckle.

"Heh heh. Steady on, friend Stoney! This Larz fellow should be safe enough. I scattered some caltrops on the road in their path as I ran. It sounds like  Those goblins won't be coming any closer.

"And were those goblins? Really? I thought they were all gone from these parts."

He straightened up to see what he could out the gate.
This message was last edited by the player at 09:41, Fri 07 Apr 2017.

In reply to Stoney Applesmith (msg # 21):

"Kinda busy right now!" Larz yelled back over his shoulder keeping the goblins in front of him.

The last standing goblin nearly flies off his feet backwards as Ondreas' arrow drills into it's stomach.  Collapsing to its' hands and knees, it crawls as quickly as possible off into the darkness of the distant road.  Larz begins to swing at the two goblins still on the ground.  As each one tries to rise to its feet, it is forced to abandon its attempts and instead roll to avoid being sliced in two.  Back and forth he swings at each in turn, but only managing to glance of one of their arms.  They clearly seem more concerned with getting away then continuing to attack.  Suddenly, a new sound emerges from the darkness.  The goblins freeze in place, their eyes now turned to the emptiness they had themselves emerged from.

In reply to The Powers That Be (msg # 24):

Not really wanting to see what was coming out of the woods next Larz started backing up towards the relative safety of the city walls.

Ondrea holds her shot as she sees the goblins turn their attention to something coming towards them from the woods. Waiting she tries to gauge the distance to her potential target while covering Larz's back as he returns to the wall. "Mr Halfling if you possess a sling it is sorely needed now, I think and that goes for anyone else with a bow or the like."

OOC: Are "called shots" available in game ?

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In reply to Ondrea Avalor (msg # 26):

OOC: They sure are!  Just adds to the difficulty is all.

In reply to The Powers That Be (msg # 27):

OOC: You're doing fine without called shots...Thank you BTW..
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In reply to Larzander Gunderzen (msg # 28):

Great, a 1"

Stoney hearing the call from Larz, grabs a rock and puts it in his sling.
Spinning the rock around Stoney also starts to spin.
Footing slipping on the ground, releases the rock and it flies off in who knows what direction.
Stumbling and trying not to fall on his stomach, he fails that.  Ouch! With a thud is the only sound heard, plus a small cloud of dust. Maybe he would have learned hi lesson about drinking so much, maybe he just needs another drink.


Are you kidding me, another 1?!?!
16:10, Today: Stoney Applesmith rolled 1 using 1d20.  dex check or whatever you need .
16:08, Today: Stoney Applesmith rolled 1 using 1d20.  attack goblin
16:17, Today: Stoney Applesmith rolled 2 using 1d4.  damage in case I hit someone.

In reply to Ondrea Avalor (msg # 26):

Relieved at being in safety, Boris agreed he could help out at Ondrea's urging and replied,

"Miss Human! Er, or elf, maybe? I fink your right! One sling, comin' up!"

He shrugged out of his backpack and, from a pouch on his belt, deployed the halfling's signature weapon, a sling. He fished around for a sling bullet.

"Hey, see if the blighter will yield, yeah?"

OOC: I imagine Boris can get his first attack in next turn.
This message was last edited by the player at 09:41, Fri 07 Apr 2017.

Larz begins backing away from the darkness, back towards the gate and the light.  The sound rises again, an unknown howl with a hideous hiss; this time it sounded almost like three separate entities...and it was growing closer.  As Ondrea gauges her next shot, a sudden pain raises through her elbow.  She looses her grip and the arrow sails into the distance, striking the road at the outer edge.  Spinning around all she finds is Stoney sitting in the dirt as the newest arrival begins to fumble in his backpack. Once more the howls rise, louder still in pitch.  From the darkness, three figures appear.

Larger and more muscular, these creatures looked like giant, twisted goblins of some sort.  Course, black haired fell about their shoulders offset by their bright red eyes.  In an instant, they locked their sights on Larz and charged forward...

OOC: (Boris) Yes, you will easily be up and running for the next round.

Letting the arrow fall Ondrea took another and notched it on her bow string while watching the larger beasts that have appeared on the scene. Drawing back her elbow it smarted as she loosed the arrow towards the closest of the giant goblinkin.

Her hand then took up another arrow as she gave a quick glance towards those on the ground before bring it to her bow. "Would the walls hold once these beasts were on them" she thought to herself.


Ondrea Avalor rolled 19 using 1d20+3.  Attack.
Ondrea Avalor rolled 15 using 1d8+7.  Damage.

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In reply to Ondrea Avalor (msg # 32):

Hearing the growls and snarls, Stoney looks up from the dirt.  Not seeing the creatures fully, because the cover of night, he starts racking his brain to identify what the creature could be.  He had plenty of study time in the abbey, albeit he was bottles deep in the cellar while doing so.
  "What is that?  I feel like I should know what it is."
Not wanting to let anyone down, he is scrambling to get back up to help his friends & the town.
"Larz!  Larz, retreat, lets finish them off from a distance!"

Rolled a couple times, not sure if d20 or % roll, so I did both.  To see if Stoney knows what the creature could be.
08:46, Today: Stoney Applesmith rolled 25 using 1d100.  know what the creature is .
08:45, Today: Stoney Applesmith rolled 15 using 1d20.  know what the creature is.

Finding a ladder, Boris climbed up onto the parapet of the wall.

Once up there, he fit a bullet into his sling and began twirling it around his head in a practiced manner. When the three warped figures stepped out he almost faltered at the sight! Steeling himself he continued his windup, the sling gave off a whistling sound as it got up to speed. Aiming at the closest figure he released it with a cry, "Yah!"

04:04, Today: Boris Underhill rolled 6 using 1d20.  To-Hit with Sling.

Boris gets a natural +1 to hit with a sling but I don't think that will do it!

In reply to Boris Underhill (msg # 34):

Larzander continued his tactical retreat, if nothing more than to draw the enemy closer to the wall and give the archers and such a better chance to hit. Not knowing how fast the creatures were he was reluctant to turn his back and run. Running from a fight was not the barbarian way, neither was getting killed.

"Cover me, I'm coming in!" Larz called to his friends, "I'll be damned if I'm turning my back on those things!..."

OOC: Larz will continue his retreat. Hopefully the distance fighters can score a few hits and slow them down a bit. If the creatures charge him Larzander will go into beast mode, which is his best chance of survival.
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As the creatures lurch forward, giving chase after Larz, one of them takes an arrow to the chest.  It pauses only momentarily to inspect the wound, pulls the arrow out and continues onward, dropping the missile to the ground.  Boris' shot sails high but lacks distance and falls, without incident, on the roadway behind Larz.

Stoney:  Despite your extensive knowledge, you honestly have no clue what these creatures may be.  For clarification, the roll is a simple d20 vs. your intelligence, plus or minus any modifiers that would come up.

Larz:  I need a saving throw vs. Paralyze with a -4 penalty

In reply to The Powers That Be (msg # 36):

4:39, Today: Secret Roll: Larzander Gunderzen rolled 14 using 1d20.  paralyze save (14) normally +4 now 0 because at -4, .

Ondrea lets another arrow fly over the wall towards the lead giant goblin. Hopping to slow it or even change its mind, though the arrow it pulled from its chest that was lying on the road would say otherwise.

Ondrea Avalor rolled 4 using 1d20+3.  Attack.

She losses sight of it as it sails off into the night.

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In reply to Ondrea Avalor (msg # 38):

Stoney pulls himself to a seated position.  Still behind the gates, but not that far in, watches as the events unfold.
Having drank, studied holy scriptures and tomes his entire life, he recalls a story from one of the old manuscripts.  A story where a most devout priest had called upon holy favor of his God to aid him in his quest.  Stoney was devout, and religious, just not to a single deity. He did study the life & works of Pelor, since that was the abbey he spent most of his time.  Under pressure, he would identify with Pelor, but adter a few drinks, it is God(S).

Muttering under his breath:
"I know you can hear me, and if so, please imbue me with your holy favour to aid my friend."
Now in a louder voice booming, almost too loud to be from his small frame, staring at the creature closest to Larz.
"You will listen to me me creatures of evil.  You can hear my voice, and you will sleep!"





Cast command on creature....command is to sleep
 Command (Enchantment/Charm)
Level: 1    Components: V   Range: 1"    Casting Time: 1 segment   Duration: 1 round    Saving Throw: Special   Area of Effect: One creature
Explanation/Description: This spell enables the cleric to issue a command of a single word. The command must be uttered in a language which the spell recipient is able to understand. The individual will obey to the best of his/her/its ability only so long as the command is absolutely clear and unequivocal, i.e. "Suicide!" could be a noun, so the creature would ignore the command. A command to "Die!" would cause the recipient to fall in a faint or cataleptic state for 1 round, but thereafter the creature would be alive and well. Typical command words are: back, halt, flee, run, stop, fall, fly, go, leave, surrender, sleep. rest, etc. Undead are not affected by a command. Creatures with intelligence of 13 or more, and creatures with 6 or more hit dice (or experience levels) are entitled to a saving throw versus magic. (Creatures with 13 or higher intelligence and 6 hit dice/levels do not get 2 saving throws!)
 
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In reply to The Powers That Be (msg # 36):

"Damn it! Come on, man! Run like the Devil is on your heels! Leave him behind!" Boris urged Larz to just bolt because it seemed like if he didn't he'd be overwhelmed. The large man seemed to be retreating but still trying to face his enemy. It's certainly not what Boris would do in his place.

Still panting from exertion, Boris reloaded the sling, twirled it around his head and released again. It looked like this shot would be worse than the last!

14:07, Today: Boris Underhill rolled 2 using 1d20+1.  To-Hit, +1 Halfling bonus.

Both Ondreas' and Boris' missiles sail off into the darkness as the creatures continue to advance on Larz.  Just as the closest is about to reach striking distance of the fighter, it's eyes slam shut and the creature collapses face first into the dirt.  Captain Rasmir orders the towns' guardsmen to advance just beyond the gate and take up positions to either side.

OOC: Barring the one that is down, the creatures will be on Larz next round unless he attempts to turn and bolt off

In reply to The Powers That Be (msg # 41):


Scrambling to his feet, and astonished that his prayers appear to be answered.
Excitedly shouts!
"Did you see that?  The power of Pelor is mighty!  All dark enemies will cower fade under Pelor's light!"
Grabs a small smooth water worn rock from his pocket.  Loads it in his sling.
Begins to spin it around and around, eventually raising it over his head.
_{"Thank you for answering my prayers lord.  I see you dont give up on those who stray from the path, slightly.  The lives of my new found friends are important.  Please guide this rock to help defeat the enemies of the light."}

When the sound gets right.  Vroom...Vroom...Vroom Releases the rock.
Flies through the air, and strikes his target with a thud, squarely in the chest.

Hit AC -1 for 2 damage
11:52, Today: Stoney Applesmith rolled 2 using 1d4.  damage with sling rock .
11:51, Today: Stoney Applesmith rolled 19 using 1d20+1.  attack goblin-oid with sling .

In reply to The Powers That Be (msg # 41):

"Just gettin' the range, Squire!" Boris reloaded and tried again. He spun up the bullet, waited to see where Stoney's missile went, then aimed at the same bloke. The shot went wide, impossible to follow in the darkness but this time landing somewhere to the left instead of the right.

"Ah, damn it! I guess third time wasn't the charm after all," he grumbled.


12:46, Today: Boris Underhill rolled 3 using 1d20+1.  To-Hit.

Ondrea shifts her aim to the next creature lumbering towards the wall. Letting her arrow fly she hopped it would serve as a distraction so the fighter could get behind the gates. She picks up another from her stack and notches it on her bow string.


Ondrea Avalor rolled 14 using 1d20+3.  Attack.
Ondrea Avalor rolled 12 using 1d8+7.  Damage.

In reply to Ondrea Avalor (msg # 44):

Larzander continued his retreat until the beasts charged him then his whole demeanor changed. Suddenly the warrior stopped his retreat and let our a long roaring battle cry and charged to meet the nearest creature to him in battle.
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Still hidden behind a tree she looks at the monstrous forms of beast and as one charges after the male she summons a spell in hope that the other two will be Entangled.

Casting Entanglement.

The stillness of the forest was shattered as Larz releases a war cry the likes of which most anything living has not encountered.  Racing forward he smashes into the lead most creature.  Narrowly dodging it's long, dark claws, he lays a long, deep gash across the creatures upper torso.  It staggers backwards from the force of the hit, black liquid pouring forth from the fresh wound.  As it begins to regain its strength for another attack, it suddenly lurches forward as if its' feet were stuck.  Just to the creatures right, the previously injured monster also appeared to be struggling with movement.  Out of nowhere, a small stone smacks into the creatures chest.  It pauses from its struggling and looks down where the stone had landed, then back upwards toward the gate with an expression of confusion...an expression that changed rapidly as another arrow lodged deep into its abdomen.  The arrow was buried too deep this time for it to simply remove it and it appeared to be deeply effected by the shot as it buckled to one knee.  The third monster, still on the ground, also appeared to be struggling to regain its feet.

Ondrea was heartened to see the monster go down, even if it was onto one knee. For what ever reason her concentration was lost and the arrow she let fly again missed its mark. Reaching down she retrieved another and had it up on her bow.

Ondrea was muttering something under her breath as she again looked out along her arrow over the field before her.

Ondrea Avalor rolled 5 using 1d20+3.  Attack.

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In reply to Ondrea Avalor (msg # 48):

Having given himself to the burning bloodlust that flowed through him like a tidal wave Larzander continued his assault without concern for his own safety. His mind only let him see the enemy before him and nothing else mattered.

Growling like a beast himself Larz swung the sword in his hands wildly at the nearest beast. The there was a feral viciousness in the blow. Unfortunately the attack lacked accuracy and missed its mark. Missing only seemed to further enrage the barbarian warrior. Righting himself, he caught the beast solidly again with his back swing.
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In reply to Larzander Gunderzen (msg # 49):

Blood spraying and bodies dropping.  Bad guy's bodies, thankfully.
"Go Larz!  Pelor is with us!"
Suddenly Stoney is a very vocal advocate of Pelor, which moments ago you would have never known he was even religious, other than his clothes.
Shouting out
"Power of the light will prevail!"
Whirling his sling around his head for another attack.
Vroom...Vroom the sound of the sling becomes louder
At the right time, he releases and the stone flies out so fast your eyes cant detect where it went.  Or it could be it went so far off it's mark.


Hit AC  Nevermind....Miss
16:25, Today: Stoney Applesmith rolled 6 using 1d20+1.  sling attack.

The warriors blade retraces its' path across the monsters body; black liquid spraying into the sky as bones crack, giving way to vital organs.  It collapses to the ground without uttering a sound.  Before he can recover, the second wounded beast rushes forth, flailing its claws through the air.  The first strike lands across Larz' face but his wits had returned and he easily avoided the second strike.  The third creature was now regaining its' feet...

00:04, Today: The Powers That Be rolled 14 using 1d20. Claw Attack #1
00:08, Today: The Powers That Be rolled 6 using 1d6. Damage

00:08, Today: The Powers That Be rolled 5 using 1d20. Claw Attack #2

With no clear shot Ondrea aims for the third creature that is just now getting to its feet. She lets fly, but it would seem that her luck had deserted her and Ondrea's last shots had been well off the mark. In this case she had not taken into account the distance and the arrow fell well short.

It was time to join Lars on the field of battle so he was not facing two foes alone. She grabbed the top of the palisade with one hand and her hammer with the other as she prepared to jump to the ground.


Ondrea Avalor rolled 10 using 1d20+3 with rolls of 7.  Attack.

In reply to The Powers That Be (msg # 51):

Boris concentrated and fired again, firing at the closer target.

22:47, Today: Boris Underhill rolled 5 using 1d20+1.  To-Hit.

In reply to Boris Underhill (msg # 53):

Lars continued his assault swinging the two handed sword in his hand wildly at the beast that had clawed his face. Unfortunately he hit air.

11:43, Today: Larzander Gunderzen rolled 9 using 1d20+3.  Attack nearest creature.
Damn dice roller hates me...

In reply to Larzander Gunderzen (msg # 54):

No luck with his sling...AGAIN decides to try it one more time.
"Just once more.  Please. please help save these townsfolk & my friends!"
Spinning the sling overhead, after he loaded a perfectly round, smooth stone.
"I really dont want to get too close, and fight them with my hammer."
Stone goes soaring through the air, so quickly that you lose sight of it in the darkness until.  THUD.  Another solid hit, square in the chest.


Hit AC -1 for 4 damage
15:53, Today: Stoney Applesmith rolled 4 using 1d4.  damage .
15:52, Today: Stoney Applesmith rolled 19 using 1d20+1.  attack before melee.

In reply to Stoney Applesmith (msg # 55):

OOC: Nice shot my drunken friend...hopefully it's enough to throw the bad guy's aim off...If I live, drinks are on me.

Again the wounded monstrosity lunges forward towards Larz, its first strike catching him across the shoulder and neck, narrowly avoiding a deep tear.  As it swings wildly for a second strike, a stone sails in from the night and smacks into the creatures chest with a sickening thud; the force of the impact sending the beast staggering back several steps and gasping for air.

10:42, Today: The Powers That Be rolled 20 using 1d20. Attack #1
10:44, Today: The Powers That Be rolled 2 using 1d6. Damage (x2) = 4
10:42, Today: The Powers That Be rolled 10 using 1d20. Attack #2

The second creature also lunges at the lone fighter, digging one, pointed, dirty claw through the side of his armor and boring a large whole under his ribs.  As it brings around its other arm for another strike, it catches into the first monster (staggering backwards) tearing a large section of arm flesh off and knocking it to the ground.

10:42, Today: The Powers That Be rolled 16 using 1d20. Attack #1
10:44, Today: The Powers That Be rolled 6 using 1d6. Damage = 6
10:42, Today: The Powers That Be rolled 1 using 1d20. Attack #2

In reply to The Powers That Be (msg # 57):

Bleeding from his shoulder and neck as well as the deep wound in his chest. Larzander let out another long howl of rage. He swung the sword in his hands at the beast before him, the arching blow going wide. Gritting his teeth he recovered and swung the blade down from over his head with all his might connecting in a bone crunching and devastating blow that could be heard back at the wall.

09:53, Today: Larzander Gunderzen rolled 7 using 1d20+3.  Attack nearest beast.


09:53, Today: Larzander Gunderzen rolled 16 using 1d20+3.  attack 2.
09:54, Today: Larzander Gunderzen rolled 14 using 3d6+6.  damage.

16/27 HP still have 11
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In reply to Larzander Gunderzen (msg # 58):

"Yes!  Get them Larz, we have them on their heels!"
Loading another stone.  Careful to do exactly like he did the times he struck the creature.
"Pelor, or luck, I must do things the exact same way!"
Almost like chanting a spell:
"Just once more.  Please. Please help save these townsfolk & my friends!"
spinning the sling overhead.
Chanting once:
"I really dont want to get too close, and fight them with my hammer."
Releasing the stone at the exact right time, the stone flies and strikes the beast he hit last time.


Hit AC 0 for 3 damage
08:32, Today: Stoney Applesmith rolled 3 using 1d4.  luck damage .
08:31, Today: Stoney Applesmith rolled 17 using 1d20+1.  luck sling attack .

Dropping down off the palisade and into a crouch Ondrea is up and sprinting across the battlefield to join her compatriot in combat. Legs pumping, she tries to close the distance as fast as possible and get back into the fray before the tide can turn.

Bringing her hammer up she increases her speed for the last few steps looking to use her momentum to her advantage with her first strike at the beasts.

OOC: Not sure if she gets a chance to attack this round.

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In reply to The Powers That Be (msg # 57):

Reloading his sling, Boris wondered if the woman jumping to the attack was a wise course. After all, it looked like the town guard had taken up positions just outside the gate to allow the big man to withdraw. Maybe they knew what they were doing, maybe not, but he didn't think his calling out advice would be that helpful.

"Stoney, mate, let's hope your friends will sort those bastards out, yeah?"

He whirled, aimed, and let fly. It was hard to tell in the darkness but it seemed like this shot also went wide. "Damn it! I need to collect myself."

13:43, Today: Boris Underhill rolled 6 using 1d20+1.  To-Hit.

The bleeding warrior seems almost crazed as he seemingly ignores the gaping wounds he's suffered; he swings his stained sword as effortlessly as a farmer works his scythe.  The blade cracks through bone as the creatures arm drops lifelessly to the ground, continuing onward through the rib cage.  The creature utters a few gurgles and goes limp, impaled on the blade.  The remaining monstrosity rolls over to face Larz, a tar like substance oozing forth from his open arm.  He fixes his gaze upon the warrior and begins to howl when it is suddenly cut off.  A stone sails through the air and cracks into the creatures windpipe, caving it in.  Its eyes go wide as it flails around, desperate for air, but soon succumbs and lays motionless on the ground.  Off in the distance, the darkness emits further howls and shrieks, but it is moving away from you.

As the last monster falls Ondrea stops and calls out to the gate. "The last one is down we need help securing the field of battle." She then turns back and looks for the smaller goblins that seemed to still be mobile just before the larger goblins arrived.

She will put them out of their misery for their trouble.

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In reply to Ondrea Avalor (msg # 63):

"PRAISE PELOR!"
Smacks Boris on the shoulder. Shouts to Boris, who is up away from him. "You just got here, but lets go help her!"
Loads another stone, and runs out the front gate to help the pretty lady.  spinning the sling, in case a quick shot is needed.
"I am here with the might of Pelor!"

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In reply to Stoney Applesmith (msg # 64):

Not being an especially brave fellow Boris hesitated, but saw that the beast-men were down. "Stoney, chum, I'm a traveling trader. Not a warrior. But sure, I can help out a little."

He climbed down the ladder and went to his belongings. Drawing a short sword he trotted outside the gates, at least to where the town militia was holding its skirmish line.

At Captain Rasmirs order, the town guards begin filing out slightly further, creating a slightly thinner wall across the road.

"Quickly, get your friends back before they mount another assault...or something far worse appears."

In reply to The Powers That Be (msg # 66):

"Laz time to retreat behind the wall my friend." She uses her hammer to beckon the barbarian back to the relative safety of the palisade while walking back herself.

She quickens her pace as she approaches the soldiers passing through their lines and retrieving her bow. Taking her place back at the top of the wall Ondrea continues to watch the woods for more of the goblins.


"Well done the stone throwers, bringing down two of the brutes."


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In reply to Ondrea Avalor (msg # 67):

Turning to follow Ondrea, Boris sketched some kind of odd sign of blessing using his right hand to touch his forehead, chest, left and then right shoulder. "Thanks be to God! I wouldn't say I helped much but let us be inside where there is safety. I can get my caltrops in the morning. I hope Larz doesn't step on one!"
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In reply to Ondrea Avalor (msg # 67):

Stoney who was running to be next to Larz stops.
"Larz! Larz! Ondrea! Andrea!  Did you hear the man?
Get back here!  The guards are going to close up the gate!  Hurry!!!"
Sling spinning, waiting to see if another feature emerges, so he can help provide cover fire, while the party gets inside the walls.

In reply to Stoney Applesmith (msg # 69):

With the death of the last enemy before him the massive warrior turned and scanned the field of battle looking for another enemy to face, finding none he let the tip of his sword touch the ground briefly before bringing it back up over his head and letting out another war cry long and loud letting his enemy know he was still alive.

As the fog of battle began to fade Larzander became acutely aware of the injuries he sustained ad well as the fatigue that was gripping him. He found he was struggling just to remain standing.

Hearing his friends calling to him he gritted his teeth and stood as tall ad he could muster and turned to see all of them but Ondrea back at the wall. Stepping towards the wall he winced at the pain and effort of moving, but willed himself off the field of battle.

When he finally made it back the barbarian used the wall to steady himself. "I think perhaps I need a cleric." he said grinning weakly.

In reply to Larzander Gunderzen (msg # 70):

Going to help Larz to safety.
"Cleric?!"
I serve the a holy one who if you are faithful, and they feel you worthy will heal your wounds."
Searching him, and finding his wounds.
"Give me your hands, and pray with me.
"Pelor oh mighty Pelor, if you find this vessel worthy, will you please bestow your powers on him, and help mend his wounds."


12:24, Today: Stoney Applesmith rolled 6 using 1d8.  CLW if Pelor answers my prayers.

In reply to Stoney Applesmith (msg # 71):

Boris moved forward to assist with Larz, although the sight of a hobbit trying to help a massive barbarian looked amusing.

"Cleric? Is that like a clergyman? And, not to sound ignorant, but who or what is a "Pelor"?"

In reply to Larzander Gunderzen (msg # 70):

Ondrea helped the Barbarian through the gate if he needed it or stayed close if he did'nt. She allowed the militia to close the gate while she to one last quick glance towards the trees.

Once Laz was seated and had his friends around him she made her way back to her bow, covering while aid was given.


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In reply to Boris Underhill (msg # 72):

As he is trying to mend Larz, tries to answer the questions from Boris. "Boris, Who is Pelor?   Thats a conversation to share a few pints with.  The God Pelor is the god of light.  He is a being kind of like the God Cyrrollalee.  You know the Halfling god of friendship, home and trust.  Or maybe you are more familiar with the God Sheela Peryroyl.  The nature Halfling God?   I have read about nearly all the known Gods & Deities.  I might have forgotten a lot, or misunderstood most, but sometimes I can call upon their power to aid me, and my friends."

In reply to Stoney Applesmith (msg # 74):

Taking a swig from a wine flask, Boris nodded in understanding. "Oh, right. Pelor must be one of the Pagan gods worshipped in the Outlands, then. Same with this "Sheila Payr...ryrrol?

"The Church hasn't been too hard on heathens as of late. Provided they aren't bloody Saracens or Devil-worshippers!" At the mention of the Adversary he again made the odd cross-like sign or blessing.

Then offered the flask to Stoney.

"Most priests can work miracles, of course, else they wouldn't be very good priests, yeah? Even Pagan priests and medicine men can also do the same as long as they are true and holy. Or else God wouldn't allow it. It's a little complicated but I'm not a theologian.

"I belong to the one true faith: the Roman Catholic Church, and I worship our Lord and Saviour, Jesus Christ. Like most people around here, of course.

"Speaking of that, where is "here", anyways? I thought I knew this part of the Riverlands pretty well but I seem to have gotten a little lost. I don't recall a town or King's Road in these parts other than a few fishing villages."

In reply to Boris Underhill (msg # 75):


"Wine, sure I'll have some!"
Taking a long drink, careful not to overtake the offer.
"I know little about worlds, other than wine and Gods."
Sipping again.
"I have not heard of Jesus Christ.  I assure you there are many, many gods, and want to be Godas that are in this world, and many more worlds. "
Taking another sip.
"Larz, how are you feeling?"

In reply to Stoney Applesmith (msg # 76):

"Better, thanks." Larz replied to his friend Stoney. "At least I'm not bleeding all over the place anymore. Though I'd be doing far better if you could spare a pull or two from that wineskin." he added.

"You're a fair shot with that bow." Larzander said addressing Ondrea. "Thanks for not shooting me." He added chuckling to himself.

In reply to Larzander Gunderzen (msg # 77):

"Luck played to much of a part I am afraid and that seem to desert me when we needed it the most, to be honest I have neglected my practice in this area and I think it showed to night."
She looked out along the edge of the woods again before adding.

"I think we gave them a bloody nose, those troops don't look to be easy replaced."

In reply to Ondrea Avalor (msg # 78):

Larz smiled at Ondrea's comment. "There's an old saying I heard once. There's no such thing as one rabbit." the barbarian said looking out over the wall. "That saying applies to their kind as well."

"I suspect you're right though. They've been used to having their way around here. We showed them tonight they'll have to rethink that a bit." he said laughing softly.

Larz turned his attention to the new halfling."What in the nine planes of hell where you doing out there all alone little man?" the warrior asked. "Don't you know you can meet dangerous things out there in the dark?"

In reply to Stoney Applesmith (msg # 76):

Taking his turn with the flask Boris agreed with Stoney. "There are many other Pagan gods out there. According to the Church most are demons posing as deities to deceive the unwary while some are true and holy. I wager your Pelor is the latter. But Jehovah is the one true God. Jesus Christ the Redeemer was his only begotten son, who died to forgive our sins, crucified by Pontius Pilate on Golgotha. You look scholarly; i you wish to know more, I can lend you my bible to read.

"I'm not particularly bothered by Pagans, just so you know. not like some people. I have traded among the various heathen peoples like elves, dwarfs, other halflings, and so on.""

He seemed a little embarrassed by Larz's point. "Like any sensible traveller I would normally travel during the day. But I took a short-cut from the King's road on a game trail I know of to save some time and got lost in the forest. I was trying to find my way when night fell and a fog set in. Then those things attacked out of nowhere. I thought they were maybe brigands but much to my surprise they turned out to be goblins! They have been banished or cleansed from most Christian lands for several generations now so that was quite a shock, let me tell you! And the big ones, something seemed odd about them, with that black blood. Some kind of dark sorcery or devilry is afoot around here.

"And again, where is "here"?"

In reply to Boris Underhill (msg # 80):

"You're in the  town of Strangefellow Port Lad." Larz answered. "And I suspect that if you're like the rest of us, that ain't where you thought you were."

Rasmir order his men to reseal the mighty wooden gates and with an echoing *THUD* they slam the cross bracing back into place.  The night air begins to calm and a silence returns once more to the woods beyond the gate.

"You've definitely got some stones on you there, good sir."

Captain Rasmir orders his men to bring water and fresh dressings as he dispatches watchmen to other posts along the palisade.

In reply to The Powers That Be (msg # 82):

Larz looked up at the Captain and smiled. "This sword isn't a decoration, and you're not paying me for my good looks." he said chuckling. "I just wanted you to know what you hired."

Then Larz looked over at Boris, "Besides I couldn't let the little guy over there face those goblins all by his lonesome."

The warrior turned back to Rasmir, "You thinking they're done for the night Captain? Or was that just a warm-up?"

"Most of the assaults are usually minor with only a handful attacking at any given time.  They seem more like they're testing our defenses most of the time.  But to be honest, I haven't seen anything like those three before.  I'll keep some extra posts on duty tonight in case they decide to come back in bigger numbers but they usually only strike once."

In reply to The Powers That Be (msg # 84):

Muttering under his breath, to himself, almost as a reminder.
_{"Jesus Christ, hmmm."}
Grabbing his wineskin.
"Larz my friend, you deserve this, the strong stuff from the undertaker."
Taking a sip before handing it over.
"Lets re-group at the bar, and figure out a strategy!"

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In reply to The Powers That Be (msg # 84):

"Well as Ondrea said I think right now they are busy now trying to figure out what happened to their bad-assed warriors." Larz replied grinning.

In reply to Stoney Applesmith (msg # 85):

Larz took the brew from Stoney and took a long pull from the skin. "Thank you my friend." he said handing the skin back to the little guy.

"Captain, unless you think we're needed here I think we'll do as Stoney suggested." Larz commented. "Tomorrow we're going to take this fight to them."

In reply to Larzander Gunderzen (msg # 81):

Bris took his now-empty wine skin back. "You're welcome, brave fellow! i should like to find a Church and give thanks to God, then turn in for the night. I should like to accompany you in the morning, perhaps I may find what is left of my poor mule "Bessie" and see if any of my goods remain. Not much hope of that, I am afraid!

"I don't think I've heard of any "Stragefellow Port Lad" before. I guess I'm really turned around! But no, I'm pretty familiar with the towns of the Riverlands."

He looked at the others. "May I ask who you might be? I am Boris Underhill, of New Jerusalem. Trader, traveller, wanderer, businessman. I have met Stoney's acquaintance already."
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In reply to Boris Underhill (msg # 88):

Climbing down from her perch and placing her bow over her shoulder Ondrea extends her hand. "I am Ondrea Avalor and it is a pleasure to meet you. As to where we are the port is part of an island so I would assume not part of your riverlands. We all seem to have been drawn to this place through the mist and fog."

She looks down the road to the village, a warm hearth and food would go down well.

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In reply to Ondrea Avalor (msg # 89):

Grabbing a fresh wineskin, and looking up at Ondrea with a sparkle in his eye.
_"Fate!"
Coughs to clear his throat.
"Fate brought us together.  Introduced us & brought us together."
Looking at Ondrea while he speaks.

In reply to Ondrea Avalor (msg # 89):

"Pleased to meetcha, Ondrea. Island? Right. Ha ha. Sure." He looked like he thought she might be pulling his leg. "Fate or God, if you prefer, Stoney. At any rate if you are heading out beyond the wall in the morning, I should like to accompany you."

In reply to Boris Underhill (msg # 91):

The barbarian warrior stood and offered a hand to Boris, "Larzander Gunderzen." he said reaching for the other man's hand. "I don't think we were properly introduced when you went whizzing by me earlier." he added smiling at his new friend.

Though the bleeding had been stopped by Stoney's healing, Larz was still injured and in considerable pain. "Come on Stoney, we have some drinking to do." Larz said putting his large hand on the other man's shoulder. "I have some pain I need to numb."

OOC: If anyone has any urgent plans for the evening just let me know or I'll get things moving a little later.

In reply to The Powers That Be (msg # 93):

Just drinking the pain away..maybe in the morning seeing if there's a temple in town for healing. Lars is still 10hp down.

In reply to Larzander Gunderzen (msg # 94):

Drinking till the pain starts! Which will probably be in the morning!
Also re-filling all wine skins with booze of any kind.

In reply to The Powers That Be (msg # 93):

Boris tried to find a Church in which to give thanks to God for his deliverance. Not finding one he merely says a few prayers and then joins his new companions in the inn. He arranged for a place to sleep in the common room.

Just the odd wine or two at the Inn.

In reply to Boris Underhill (msg # 96):

Excited for the bar, Stoney leads the way!
"Lets drink, and figure out strategies.  Nothing brings the strategist out in warriors better than a drink!"

Pray!  Oh ya!  Stoney will pray between drinks, and when he goes to sleep, and wakes up.
He will pray to Pelor, among other Gods.
Jesus christ, he has to learn a little more about before he prays to him.

OOC: Remember Stoney, you can cast the same spell multiple times before needing to rest/pray/recharge.  You can easily heal Larz up before passing out, if you memorized the Heal spell anyway.

In reply to Stoney Applesmith (msg # 98):

In between drinks with the group Stoney has an epiphany!
Rubbing his hands together until they get nice and warm.
"Larzzzz.  Come over here, my friend."
By now he is several rounds deep into drinking. "Larzzz Shut your eyes."
Lays his hands on his back shoulders, as if to rub his shoulders.
"Close yours eyes, feel the warmth and light filling your soul."
Mumbling under his breath, rubbing his hands together faster, and then laying them on Larz' shoulders.
_{"Pelor, Cyrrollalee, whichever is listening to this puny little halfling.  Please grant your favor on my friend here.  He knows what is right, just needs the strength to continue, and fight for what is right and tureen this plane of existence we are in.  Bestow your healing powers on him, please."}


If a God answers Stoney's prayer  healed 2 hp.09:43,
Today: Stoney Applesmith rolled 2 using 1d8.  heal larz.

The evening wears on but neither sight nor sound of the beasts resurfaces.  As the adrenaline finally begins to wane to individually head your separate ways to slumber.  Sleep comes easy but rest eludes you as every time you begin to doze off, nightmares of untold horror blast you into reality; pools of sweat forming around you and pouring from every inch of your skin.  Finally, but with great sorrow, the light slowly begins to appear on the horizon.  Dawn was quickly approaching, chasing the shadows back into the forest and lands beyond.

Ondrea is up with the dawn, though she could do with many more hours of sleep. The lack of sleep was somewhat expected given what had happened over the last few hours. After spending several minutes she rose from the end of the bed and donning a gossamer like gown and then went in search of some breakfast.

She greeted the others from the table as they made their way into the main common room.
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In reply to The Powers That Be (msg # 101):

After saying his morning prayers, Boris went to find something to eat to break his fast. Halflings did tend to eat a lot! He was no exception. Wandering back into the inn, he spotted Ondrea. "Last night you were clad in the raiment of war! Quite different is this fetching gown you now have on. It suits your beauty much better, if I may be so bold!

"It was mentioned we are on an island. After not finding a proper church, but only temples and so on to local gods I am willing to believe I am no longer in Christendom. There are tales of seafarers who fetch up on heathen shores. But I wasn't on a boat, not that I remember, but in the forest. And not on any island that I know of, although there are such in the riverlands of course.

"That said, I believe some of our companions were intending to explore the forest a little? I'd like to accompany them, if I might."

In reply to Boris Underhill (msg # 103):

Indicating the seat opposite with a sweep of her hand Ondrea thanks the little man for the complement before adding. "Thankfully they do not take up to much space. From what I remember of my own journey to the this place I was in battle before awaking in a field outside the village so I was lucky to have a change of clothes such as it is."
"The captain of the guard was good enough to show us a map of the island yesterday afternoon perhaps if you take a look it may bring back a memory or enable you to work out where we are, though I have not heard of this riverlands before and I seem to be having trouble remembering much about my own homeland or even its name, perhaps I hit my head harder then I though on landing."
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In reply to Ondrea Avalor (msg # 104):

Stoney is slow to rise.  Not sure where the adventure will take him, he wants to enjoy the comforts of a warm bed as long as he can.
Waking up, trimming and making himself proper, he decides to mumble some prayers.
Prayers to many of the Gods he has learned about through is studies while training.
Grabbing his gear, he sets off to breakfast with the group.

"Morning.  I don't know about you, but I didn't sleep well last night.  I fear I might have caught a sickness.  Sweats, dreams, etc.  I could use a good breakfast & drink.  Boris, in the light of day, you clean up and look like a proper little person!"
Grabbing a fistful of food, and not mining his manners shovels some inches mouth.
"What did I miss?"  Mutters barely understandable, with the food in his mouth.

In reply to Stoney Applesmith (msg # 105):

Pain and lack of restful sleep had Larzander in a bit of a mood. The large warrior stumbled down the last stair or two into the common room but managed to catch himself before he face planted. Righting himself he stood for a moment trying to make sure his feet were indeed under him.

Convinced that he was alright he walked further into the common room and right up to the bar. "A pint if you please." he said addressing the female innkeeper, laying a sliver on the bar. When he had his ale he took a long drink and wiped his mouth on his sleeve.

Then he turned to see where the others in the group were sitting and walked slowly to the table. "Morning all." he said as he was about to sit down. Seeing Ondrea the barbarian scrunched his forehead. "M'Lady" he said, attempting a proper bow,   before taking a seat.

"I feel like a caravan of wagons rolled over me." he said taking another long draw of the ale. "Too many dreams to sleep, it's going to be a long day."

In reply to Stoney Applesmith (msg # 105):

Ondra has begun to play with the handle of her hammer, before adding.

"I to did not sleep as well as was to be expected, but it had been a changing few days."

"So Mr Underhill wishes to join us for the hunt and I would be glad to have him along, shall we depart after breakfast ? I need to collect my arrow's from last night and Mr Underhill mentioned some caltrops so while we undertake that task perhaps Laz and Stoney could search the bodies we left on the road ?"

She looked for someone to take their order for breakfast or she approched the bar to see what was available.
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In reply to Larzander Gunderzen (msg # 106):

Boris nodded thoughtfully at her story. He sensed that in addition to her beauty, she seemed like a genuine and honest person. It was inconceivable that she would try to make a fool of him for amusement or some other purpose. What was going on here?

Had something happened to rob his memory? Had he forgotten a sea voyage and being shipwrecked on a foreign shore of Outremer, then making his way through the forest. The problem was there were no gaps in his memory that he could tell. And periods of forgetfulness usually involved a blow to the head, but his head felt fine.

A spell might have been cast or magic used on him to make him forget or alter his memories. It was possible, he'd heard, but he was no mage. But such magicks were powerful and expensive, no one would want to do that to a nobody like him!

"I shall take a look at this map when I can, friend Ondrea. Maybe I am no longer on Outremer after all. Maybe I'm on Earth! Somehow I doubt it. Thank you, fair maiden. Where I come from women are not allowed much independence. I can see that's a pity and a crime against God.

"But yes, let me speak to the innkeep. Let's get some food and then be off. I hope simple fare like peas porridge and milled oats are to your liking."

Getting up, he spoke to the innkeep as he banked the fire to arrange some quick food for the trail.
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Having spoken with Captain Rasmir the day before, the inn is more than happy to supply you with some dry rations and smoked meats for the journey.  As you set off you find the morning sun blaring across the land.  Any fears set in place the night before quickly dissipate as the warm of the sunlight washes over you.  As you approach the gate, you see it is already swung wide open and the town guard have begun lining the road and treeline with soldiers as several others are busy gathering firewood and loading it into the burning pit.

In reply to Boris Underhill (msg # 108):

Larz finished his ale and grabbed a hunk of cheese and a piece of bread and stood to head out the door. "I'll meet the lot of you at the gate after I go to the temple and get healed up." he said before shoving a hunk of the bread in his mouth and walking out into the day light.

After he had been healed he went back to the inn and grabbed his gear and strapped his sword on his back then headed to meet the others. Finding them near the gate he strode up obviously feeling much better. "Well I see everyone made it." he said grinning. "What do you say we go hunt some Goblins."

In reply to The Powers That Be (msg # 109):

Filling his pockets & pack with food, enough for two, if he is allowed. After all he is a Halfling, and has a reputation for eating he has to maintain.  (Oh and dont forget re-filling his wineskins.)
Waits for the rest of the party, at the bar.
In passing when they walk by on their errands, says to each.
"Let me know when it's time to go, or if you have any news.  I will stay here, as a central contact point for the party.  If you need something done, I can find someone to do it, or do it for you."
Not ambitious to find out where or why he was brought here, simply resigned to the fact the Gods wanted him here.  When the job is done, or he is dead, they will return him.
"Another drink bartender, please."

In reply to Stoney Applesmith (msg # 111):

Boris nodded. "Thanks, I don't think there's much I need in the way of supplies or gear. Very generous of Captain Rasmir to supply the rations."

He went to find said Captain to have a look for himself of this island.

Ondrea raises her hand in greeting as Laz approaches. She is now clad in the familiar half plate and is holding her hammer in both hands. "Well I think I will begin looking for my arrow's while Mr. Underhill looks at his map."

She departs through the gates and begins to search for here errant possessions in the long grass and the surface of the road. She will also pull them from the corpses and give the trees a scan should a white Fletch shaft be sticking in them.

OOC: Ok, so any courses of action before setting off or are you all set to depart?  Ondrea...no problem finding your arrows in the daylight...same goes for Boris and his caltraps.

In reply to The Powers That Be (msg # 114):

OOC: Ondrea is ready to go.

In reply to The Powers That Be (msg # 114):

Other than taking the heads from the big beasties and putting them on pikes, to warn the Goblins not to mess with the town. I think I'm ready to roll.

In reply to Ondrea Avalor (msg # 113):

Larzander made his way to the larger goblin bodies and pulled the large hunting knife from his right boot and severed their heads from their bodies. Then finding suitable saplings to make pikes he barrowed one of the woodsmen's ax and made three pikes. Carrying the pikes and the severed heads to the edge of the woods the barbarian set the heads on the poles and set the upright facing the woods.

"That ought to send the Goblins a message." he said admiring his handiwork, as he  waited for everyone to get their things ready to go.

In reply to Larzander Gunderzen (msg # 117):

"That's if the bloody Saracens can read!" deadpanned Boris. He was wearing a small backpack over leather kurbil armour, armed with a short sword and buckler. Frowning in disgust, Boris removed a caltrop from the instep of one of the dead. "Oy vey! Such a nasty foot. This will probably need to be boiled."
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Putting the last of her retrieved arrows back in her quiver Ondrea set about searching the bodies of the fallen goblins while Laz went about his grizzly business. Should she find anything worthy of further investigation she would call the group together to show them.

In reply to Ondrea Avalor (msg # 119):

Holding down the fort at the tavern, Stoney is guzzling Ale by the pints!  At this rate he will need a loa to repay all he is drinking!

Aside from on overpowering stench, made that much worse by Larzs' handy work, the slain goblins and...other dead beasties, possessed nothing of any value or use.  The goblins weapons, as was typical, were mostly rusted chunks of metal with jagged, gouged edges.  When all was said and done, the town guard ignited the fire pit and began tossing the bodies into it with relish.  Captain Rasmir informs you that the majority of the tracks that they've followed seem to run primarily WNW but on occasion they have found a small handful that run NE.

"The Great Southern Forest is a wondrous place but it is unparalleled in its ability to swallow people alive.  Keep your wits about you at all times...that is no place for the weak."

In reply to The Powers That Be (msg # 121):

"Well thank you for your help good captain it is much appreciated." With that Ondrea walks to the edge of the woods that the goblins appeared from the night before and looks for the heavy foot prints of the larger beasts in the ground.

If she is able to spot a trail to follow she will let the others know. Gripping her hammer tight with both hands she is eager to make their first foray into the forest and uncover whatever secrets it may hide.

In reply to The Powers That Be (msg # 121):

He wondered if the goblins should be given a Christian burial. Even if they were Saracens, and damned!

"Fair Ondrea, hold up a moment. I think our friend Stoney is at the tavern. I think he might like to come with us, yeah?"

"Captain Rasmir, I heard you have a map of this island? May I see it later?"
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In reply to The Powers That Be (msg # 121):

Larz reached out his hand to the Captain. "Keep your watch over the flock Captain. We'll see what we can do about thinning the wolf population for you a bit." he said grinning. "Keep an ear out for my war cry, that means the buggars haven't got me yet."

When the barbarian heard Boris comment about Stoney he shook his head. "Boris, would you go fetch the little drunkard and tell him to step lively or he'll miss the fun. We're burning daylight. If he doesn't hurry up he'll get left behind."

In reply to Boris Underhill (msg # 123):



OOC: Boris, you were asking about the map.  So Stoney, are you off for a pleasant walk in the forest or are you protecting the bar from the evil forces of evil?

In reply to The Powers That Be (msg # 125):

Settling up his tab, Stoney stumbles off his barstool.
"I am ready!  Ready I am!  Shall we Boris?"
Bends low to curtsey to Boris.
"After you"

In reply to The Powers That Be (msg # 125):

Boris sketched a bow.

"Let's get going, mate! The others are waiting.

"The Captain showed me a map, but it wasn't an island or an area I recognise. I suppose I'll just have to see if what everyone says is true."

He led the way to the front gate, sword sheathed at belt and pack with supplies and goods on his back.
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In reply to Boris Underhill (msg # 127):

Larz smiled when he saw the two small men approaching. "Glad you could join us Lads." he said rolling his eyes at the stumbling Stoney. "Well let's get moving, we've wasted part of the morning already."

In reply to Larzander Gunderzen (msg # 128):

"I'm here!  Lets GOOOOO!!!!"
Fist to the sky, he starts marching sidewaysnope straight ahead!
"Lets rid this place of the vile creatures, and save the princess, and get the treasure!"