Red, Taran, Orim you're up[IC -D&D 4e: Forgotten Realms-] A Paid Trip to Spellhold

[ukingsken]

Orim charges forward, swinging and missing his opponent before shaking his head to clear the blood obscuring his vision, and regain control despite his wounds.

ooc

Standard Action - Charge to nearest square (miss) Charge (1d20+4,1d12=[2, 4], [6])
Saving Throw - Saving Throw (1d20=20) Pass (where was that natural 20 on my attack??)

[Rathan]

Gredel moves around his companions to slither in next to A2 as he tries to club him as well into the dirt! Swing hard overhead Grendel nearly takes the assiassins head off as he allows Orim to take a much needed breather!

Take your last breath foul assassin and given unto my friend Orim a moment of rest!" Grendel shouts as his blow connects! Grendel then turns to Sovelis and gives him an inspiring word of hope!

Soveliss my dear friend... snap out of it and may thy wounds be refreshed with healing energies!" Grendel adds as he moves to help out his comrades as best he can...

Actions:

Move Action: Moving into the square north of A2
Standard Action: Using Healing Strike (Divine, Healing, Radiant, Weapon)
Standard Action Melee weapon
Target: One creature
Attack: Strength vs. AC
Hit: 2[W] + Strength modifier radiant damage, and the
target is marked until the end of your next turn. In
addition, you or one ally within 5 squares of you can
spend a healing surge. Attacking A2: 1d20+6=21, 2d4+3=6 Orim spend a healing surge!
Minor Action: Using Healing Word (Special - Divine, Healing)
Minor Action Close burst 5
Special: You can use this power twice per encounter, but only
once per round. At 16th level, you can use this power three
times per encounter.
Target: You or one ally
Effect: The target can spend a healing surge and regain an
additional 1d6 hit points. Soveliss... spend a healing surge + 1d6=5!

[Voda Vosa]

As soon as the assassin reieves another hit, he let loose his sword, and kneels before our heroes.
"Mercifull warriorss, don't kills me, pleass! Don't kills Shamass!" he yelps, lowering his head, and putting his hands behind it, as re repeats the last sentence, closing his eyes.

OOC: Speeing thigs up a bit, haven't heard from Kamaru.

[Rathan]

Grendel notices the mans attempt at surrender and tosses hands in the air... his head cooling a bit as his more refined side takes over once more.....

"my friends! the man has asked for a parley! Lets spare his life for his information.... he must have something to offer we ladies and gents! the shifter speaks clearly and loudly to his companions noting his more gracious side and listening to reason.. for now...

[ukingsken]

Speak quickly lest justice find you.

[Voda Vosa]

"Filas gots yours maps, we had no choice but to do this, chief threaten us with death, and death to our children and wives!" Shamass says, desperate. He points to his fellow corpse, and a close examination reveals the papers among his clothes, stained with his own blood.

[Rathan]

"Chief?.... what kind of being are you?... you speak very funny as well... show thy-self to me... the shifter ordered as he moved to remove the assassins helm and anything covering his face to get a good look at what this assassins race was....

[Voda Vosa]

The shifter lifts the man's hood, revealing a human of harsh features, some teeth lost, and others in the same way. He is not the sharpest of sorts, but he is definitely a human, maybe a tribesman, for his features. "Me isa human, not speak nice though... You don't kill, right?"he says closing his eyes a little, as fearing for another whack from the shifter's club

[Rathan]

Who hired you and why exactly did you try to murder our employer my good simple sir? the shifter asks completely avoiding the mans question about not hurting him again until he's answered all the questions he and his companions have for him.....

[Voda Vosa]

Reluctant to speak, the man gigles a bit before confesing. Perhaps the now more sensitive and civilied Gredel gave him some sort of safe sensation. "I dinna wanna kills him, but he wont let go of map! Chif gave us order, you surely know chie..." but the man never finished the word, he just stared at Gredel, without blinking, holding his breath and frowning. Shamass manages to emmit a low agoinc sound before he drops to the ground, his face of pain hits the dirt, and his lifeless body raises a small cloud of dust.

[ukingsken]

We all face judgement for our actions, whether by my hand or simple divine will.

Seeming quite pleased with the outcome, Orim twirls his blade to clean it of gore, sheathes it, and stands protectively behind Red.

[Voda Vosa]

OOC: Edited above post, I don't know if it was clear enough.

[Rathan]

Grendel blinks.. then blinks again as he racks his own brain trying to figure out what the assassin meant by 'you surely know chief.....' did he actually mean his own shifter chieftain sent these assassins to kill his employer... or did he simply mean Gendel would know what a chieftain is being part of a tribe and all.... slowly Grendel went over his mind concentrating.. looking for answers in the assassins words...

Skill Rolls

1d20+4=6 (Perception), 1d20+9=22 (Insight) to figure out what the assassin meant by his words to the cleric...

[Keia]

Red

"A fitting end perhaps . . . but something we should have been in control of," Red offered. She checked the body to see if there was any residual magic on him, and, if so, what it was.



OOC: Making a religion (for a divine source) and/or Nature (for poisons and whatnot). to determine the cause, and perhaps the source.

[Voda Vosa]

The shifter finds out something sprouting from the assassin's neck, a little needle, just when Red approaches and kneels next to it, her soft hands felt the needle in the man's neck as well. Her intuition tells her the man has been poisoned by that dart, although the elven woman can't grasp the nature of the poison.

Gredel's insight

The man was clearly someone from other regions, amn is well known for it's slaves. Although the man mentioned a chief, a tribal leader figure, he might be referring to the leader of the organization he was in. He's clothes didn't look much like those of a tribesman, neither did his methods. He's willing to speak (which led eventually to his demise) was clearly different from the thugs planting the bomb, as far as you can tell, he was telling the truth, and that's why he was poisoned to death

ÖOC: Nest time make some rolls Keia please.

[ukingsken]

His soul will find judgement on the fugue plain. Let us concern ourselves more with the threat presented here and now.

Orims sword is again in his hand, eyes darting side to side, searching for the source of the dart.

Perception

Perception (1d20+4=11) So I guess I'll use my passive of 14 hahaha

[Voda Vosa]

Orim sees nothing (even using his passive perception, lol), just common folk, going and coming, just a few concerned in the blood spilling that have just take place on the street. There is one thing out of place that he notices: A tall elf, surrounded in some sort of mysticism, that watch the scene from a safe distance.

Taran the elf druid short trip

After leaving the peoples you found with your brother, the two of you walked outside the city. Twiixt and you had always had those differences in opinion you just couldn't understand! The young shifter was eager to go back to the forest, but also eager for you to stay and retrieve the piece of strange plant. You were wiling to return home as well, and wanted nothing more to do with this foul city, full of corruption and defilers.
Grunting you walked into the city again, you knew what was your duty with your people and the forest, and if that ment go inside that nest of rats, you were up to it.
You followed your former group, which proved difficult in the alleys and streets of Alkathla, but finally, you found them. They were in company of others you knew nothing about, and standing in front of the corpses of to roguish like humans. As you step out of the alley, you felt the darting glance of the Deva, who watches intently in your direction.

[Walking Dad]

"Orim, it's me, Taran. I have rethought my reaction. Can I still travel with you?" Taran asks. He sounds a bit uncertain and embarrassed for having to bet someone.

OOC

Mini stat block

Taran
Perception: 21 Insight: 14 Low-Light Vision
AC 16 Fortitude 12 Reflex 14 Will 15
Hit Points: 31/31 Bloodied: 15
Temporary Hit Points: 0
Action Points: 1 Second Wind: 1
Healing Surge: 7 Surges per day: 9/9
At-Will Powers: Wild Shape, Chill Wind, Savage Rend, Storm Spike
Encounter Powers: Elven Accuracy, Darting Bite
Daily Powers: Faerie Fire

[ukingsken]

Any assistance is welcome. Now we must be decisive, lethargy breeds wickedness.

Sheathing his sword once again Orim resumes his ready stance behind Red.

[Walking Dad]

Taran nods and looks hopefully at the others.

OOC

Mini stat block

Taran
Perception: 21 Insight: 14 Low-Light Vision
AC 16 Fortitude 12 Reflex 14 Will 15
Hit Points: 31/31 Bloodied: 15
Temporary Hit Points: 0
Action Points: 1 Second Wind: 1
Healing Surge: 7 Surges per day: 9/9
At-Will Powers: Wild Shape, Chill Wind, Savage Rend, Storm Spike
Encounter Powers: Elven Accuracy, Darting Bite
Daily Powers: Faerie Fire