The Antler and Thistle is a tavern like many others you've been in. The mix of hay, alcohol, smoke, and meat never totally fades although it's pleasant compared to some places you've been. The barkeep is a short, squat human with a waxed and pointed mustache. He paces nervously behind the bar. A group of locals are loudly playing at cards near the back of the Tavern, and there are a few more locals of various races throughout the common room.
OOC: Let me know what you all are doing in the tavern.
Mognyr sniffs suspiciously at the human-stink in the air. Elves he could handle. They were part of nature, even if it was a soft part. These humans stank of everything unnatural that he had ever encountered. If it weren't for their skill at preparing meat, he would have no use for them. That thought reminds him of his hunger, and he reaches out to grab a leg of mutton from the table. Only with the greatest of efforts is he able to restrain himself from tearing a huge, dripping snout of it from the bone.
Brock is sitting at a large round table nearer the card game. He seems bored and easily distracted while trying to remember a magic trick involving 3 empty mugs.
Kalon lounges in his chair, at the table with his companions, leaning his back up against the wall, sipping a glass of wine. His dark red hair, tinged with green, falls down in his face, and his golden-brown eyes are darting around the room, watching the door and the other patrons. His glaive leans up against the wall behind him.
Kazim walks into the tavern, walking quickly towards their usual table. A thin sheen of sweat clings to his bald head, the energy lines of his face are a vibrant yellow. He is clad in his battle gear, and his normally unexpressive face is creased with worry. It is abnormal to see him here this early in the day. "My friends," he speaks more quickly than usual, "my master is gone." He paces back and forth near the table, obviously agitated. "He was supposed to give me my final test today. It is unlike him."
Keyleth sits at the table, chatting with her friends and uneasily watching the other patrons. Here, in the village, the threat of civilization was still fairly low, yet one could already see what it might turn into, if left to propagate. The elf prefered the natural surroundings of the forest, but even she had to admit, that the settlements had their advantages, every now and then.
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Kazim waves away the pretty blonde barmaid as she comes over to take his drink order. "I need your help friends. With my master gone, I have nothing left in this city besides you. Would you help me find him?"
Mognyr looks up from his meal. The earth-creature was upset about something. He didn't really understand what the problem was, but he knew that it was right to help. It was a strange pack that the elves had found for them, but it was still a pack.
Pushing his plate back, the gnoll stands up and nods at the genasi. We help, he says. Where was master last?
Brock put the mugs down and leaned back in his chair. He listened intently to Kazim's hurried tone. It was a little early in the day for surprises, he thought to himself. Besides, nothing interesting ever happens in towns like this.
Still, he did seem more upset then Brock had ever seen him. Maybe something had happened. He listened closer.
Kazim keeps standing, leaning against an empty chair where his friends sat. "I've been staying at my master's place. When I would arise for my training, he is usually up and brewing tea to warm ourselves before we venture out into the brisk morning air." The genasi pauses, he wasn't used to speaking so much, and so quickly. "I awoke to find the teapot on the fire, but my master was nowhere to be found. I started looking for him in the places I know he frequents, the market, the guard towers, but there has been no sign. I need your help, I can't return home without finishing my apprenticeship, I would be shamed."
Kazim places a hand on the gnoll's hairy shoulder, "Thank you for your help."
Horatio Horatio is sitting at one of the tables near the wall, the same table he seat for the last couple of days, staring half mindedly at his untouched wineglass. Usually a boisterous tavern like this would seem exiting to him, especially with the unusual patrons. Elves and Dwarfs he has meet before, but never a Gnoll, and this one seemed civilized, not to mention the Gensai. Suddenly he realize that Kazim is not chatting or drinking, rather he is very exited and mentioned something abut missing his master. Horatio picks up the wineglass and walks over to see what is Kazim talking about.
The gentle hubbub of an evening at the Antler and Thistle
tavern is shattered by the crack of the front door flying off
its hinges to land amid the nearest tables. Four hobgoblins
rush into the bar, swords outstretched to skewer the nearest
bar patrons. “For Sinruth! For the Hand!” they cry.
OOC: I will post some Combat Notes as OOC like this. Initiative will be good guy/bad guy initiative. The PC's who beat the bad guys initiative will go, in the order they post in. Then the bad guys, then a full round of PCs in post order. The party has all beaten the monsters at initiative. HG is Hobgoblin Grunt, HR is Human Rabble.
Kazim whirls around at the noise. "What...the.." he speaks. Seeing the hobgoblin's kills several patrons, the genasi hesitates no more. He strides forward, pulling out his longsword, "You...Don't...Belong...Here!" he yells. Slamming the tip of the blade into the wooden floor, a jumble of arcane syllables leaves his lips and the floor cracks open, and red hot magma seeps out burning the hobgoblins and then magically disappearing.
Actions
Move to S10(move), draw longsword(minor), Attack with flame cyclone. Should get all four hobs. Rolls starting clockwise in t7. Attack: 16, 6, 7, 13. Damage: 6 fire. http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/1803734/
Stats
Speed 6
Hit Points 29
Bloodied 14
Surge Value 7
Healing Surges 10
Defenses:
Armor Class 19
Fortitude 13
Reflex 14
Will 13
Booming Blade (Longsword +7 vs AC, 1d8+4, if opp moves away 1d6+2 thunder damage) Sword Burst (Longsword +4 vs Ref, Burst 1, 1d6+4 to all enemies in burst) Aegis of shielding(minor action, close burst 2): Target is marked and takes a -2 to attack targets other than me. If marked creature attacks and hits a creature, I can use an immediate interrupt to prevent 7 damage from that attack.
Earthshock(reliable), Close burst 1, +4 vs Fort(con based), 1d8 damage and knocks prone Flame Cyclone, Close blast 3, +4 vs Ref, 1d8+5 fire damage (expended)
Frost Backlash(Immed interrupt, a creature hits you, Longsword +7 vs reflex, 3d8+4 cold damage, miss: half damage)
Keyleth jumps to her feet (assuming a minor action to get up from the chair) and heads after Kazim (Move to R11). She invokes the fury of Melora and focuses it into a beam of light that races towards the nearest hobgoblin (Lance of Faith on HG on T8 - hit (13 vs. Reflex) for 8 radiant damage; Kazim gets a +2 power bonus on his next attack roll against that hobgoblin).
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“In our world, immortality is not for the living. The legend lives on!”
In Memoriam Dave Arneson († April 7th, 2009) & Gary Gygax († March 4th, 2008).
Wondering what the Dungeon Tiles are like? Take a look here (up to DU5 Sinister Woods).
Seeing three hobgoblins go down almost immediatly, Mogryn's canine face opens in a wide-mouthed grin. He moves quickly toward the enemy, anxious to join the fight before it's over. After all, nothing is quite as much fun to kill as a hobgoblin.
Getting free of the table, he lowers his head and charges the remaining grunt, slicing his blade through the creature's chest.
ooc
Minor: Draw falchion
Move: move to R11
Standard: Charge the hobgoblin in U9, which I believe is the only one left, hits AC 18 for 12 damage, which should hit if the others are all down.
Surprisingly, there was plenty of time. Brock gathered his bow and moved for a clear shot at the door. "Don't you worry Miss." he said to the pretty maid next to him. He laughed and pointed to the companions. "They will have this mess cleaned up and that door back on its hinges in no time"
You slaughter the first wave of Hobgoblins, but Kalon, peering outside, sees this is not the only buidling being attacked... nor are these the only ones attacking the bar.
The patrons all scurry about, except for the three by the card table who seem to be still playing although standing and looking very concerned.
ooc
Keyleth's listed move was 1 too long, corrected to Q11. I will keep things moving Horatio "loses" this turn. The "losing" of the turn is something that will not necessarily happen this was jsut an oidd circumstance.
More hobgoblins and a scurrying goblin carrying a torch burst in!
Booming Blade (Longsword +7 vs AC, 1d8+4, if opp moves away 1d6+2 thunder damage)
Sword Burst (Longsword +4 vs Ref, Burst 1, 1d6+4 to all enemies in burst)
Linear Mode
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