Dragons of Autumn Twilight

possum

First Post
Tas is excited to see all of his friends once again, so excited that he doesn't seem to realize that Kitiara is gone as of yet.

"Hi, Tanis!" the Kender says to the half-elf as he walks to where the group is slowly beginning to gather. "Did you find anything on your travels?" Before Tanis can even answer, Tas is already beginning to describe his own travels and that of his Uncle Trapspringer.
 

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HolyMan

Thy wounds are healed!
The sky starts to darken more as Caramon says. "Maybe Kit is already at the Inn? I can see her now, her feet propped up as she waits on us, warm and an ale in hand." Deciding the warrior may be right the group heads off towards town, Tasselhoff in the lead.

The mountainside below the group formed one side of a high mountain bowl carpeted in autumn splendor. The vallenwood trees in the valley were ablaze in the season's colors, the brilliant reds and golds fading into the purple of the Kharolis peaks beyond. The flawless, azure sky among the trees was repeated in the waters of Crystalmir Lake. Thin columns of smoke curled among the treetops, the only sign of the presence of Solace. A soft, spreading haze blanketed the vale with the sweet aroma of home fires burning. Looking down into the quiet valley they see lights begin to wink on, making the homes in the trees visible among the vallenwood. The night air was still and calm and sweet, tinged with the smell of wood smoke from the home fires. Now and again they could hear the faint sound of a mother calling her children to dinner.

Each of you are lost in his own thoughts of what coming back means to him, that everyone is unaware that others are out this evening also. The only warning comes from Flint, "Argh-CHOO!" the dwarf sneezes, then looks about. "Horse." he says simply, sneezing again.

... the figure emerging from the shadows. It was seated on a small, furry-legged pony that walked with its head down as if it were ashamed of it's rider. Gray, mottled skin sagged into folds about the rider's face. Two pig-pink eyes stared out at them from beneath a military-looking helment. Its fat, flabby body leaked out between pieces of flashy, pretentious armor. A peculiar odor hit Tanis, and he wrinkled his nose in disgust. "Hobgoblins!"...

The hobgoblin sat astride the pony, watching them with a sneering supercilious look on it's flat face. His pink eyes reflected the last lingering traces of sunlight. "You see, boys," the hobgoblin stated, speaking the Common tongue with a thick accent, "what fools we are dealing with here in Solace."

Gritty laughter comes from the trees behind the companions and from near the rider. Ten more hobgoblins step from the trees surrounding the party. They are dressed in crude uniforms and hold wicked jagged edged swords.

"Now..." The hobgoblin leaned over his saddle. "I am Fewmaster Toede. leader of the forces that are keeping Solace protected from undesirable elements. You have no right to be walking in the city limits after dark. You are under arrest." Fewmmaster Toede leaned down to speak to a goblin near him, {{"Bring me the blue cyrstal staff, if you find it on them,"}} he said in the croaking goblin tongue.

"If they resist," added Fewmaster Toede, switching back to Common for grand effect, "kill them."

Waiting for no reply he yanks on the reins and turns his mount towards town. With a flick of his riding crop the pony is soon galloping down the road to Solace.

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No need for init this time around the hobgoblins wait to see if you will surrender or not. So please post up your actions and we will start the first combat of this grand adventure.

NOTE: Area you are in is just a standard road 15' wide with woods on both sides. [/sblock]
 
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sappire07

First Post
Raistlin, Caramon's twin brother, magic-user. Though his health is shattered, Raistlin possesses great powers beyond his young age. But dark mysteries are concealed behind his strange eyes.
spells

1st=magic missle
1st=burning hands
2nd=darkness




raistlin starts combat by casting burning hands at the nearest goblins


1d20=13,1d6+3=4
 
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Orius

Legend
Sturm boldly steps forward and draws the Brightblade.

"I am Sturm Brightblade, residant of Solace, and I demand to know under whose authority I am being detained."
 

possum

First Post
Tas is about to say something with Sturm when the Kender hears the arcane mutterings of Raistlin. The Kender figures that combat is now inevitable and grabs a stone from his pouch and loads the sling side of his hoopak. Whirling the stone around and producing an eerie sound, Tas fires the stone off towards a goblin's head.

1d20=11, 1d4+1=4

OOC: Not sure if I did this right, I'm kind of new to non-video game 2nd Edition.
 



HolyMan

Thy wounds are healed!
End of Round 1

One of the hobgoblins starts to answer Sturm. "The Theocrat thinks we work for him. Haha we work for..." suddenly the hobgoblin's eyes go wide as Raistlin's spell goes off behind the knight.

Sturm doesn't notice the spell but when the hobgoblin charges in he easily deflects his swing with The BrightBlade.

"Kill him," the goblin croaks. And Sturm is takin by surprise when the second beastman attacks. It catches him unaware and the blade cuts into his thigh. "Honorless dogs!" the knight curses.

Raistlin's spell catches two of the hobgoblins flat-footed and they scream in agony before dropping to the ground dying. Caramon had stepped up to finish them off, but the smell was a little overpowering. The big warrior stares at the burning body then feels a sharp pain. Turning a hobgoblin's blade in his side the warrior's face turns ugly as he prepares to do battle.

Flint and Tasselhoff both try their hands at a ranged assault but miss, (although the kender's stone lands alot closer than the dwarf's axe). The two targets step up blades in hand. One punches Flint across the face with the pommel of his sword. Tasselhoff side steps the hobgoblin's swing and in the process "borrows" Flint's dagger, since he wasn't using it.

A quick feint from Tanis and his opponent lowers is guard. The half-elf runs the beastman through and realizes his mistake to late. Not quick enough to get the blade out of the dead hobgoblin, he takes a cut across the arm as another hobgoblin attacks him. A twist and boot to the gut helps Tanis retrieve his weapon and he is ready for any other attacks. Blood trickles warmly down his arm to his elbow.

The last hobgoblin flees after the Fewmaster clearly not wanting to fight armored warriors.

[sblock=Combat]
Code:
[U]Character          HP   AC     In Hand/Condition[/U]
Sturm            41/45   3     Brightblade&shield/none
Caramon          44/51   5     longsword&shiled/none
Tanis            31/35   3     longsword/none
Flint            38/42   6     h.axe&shield/none
Tas              15/15   5     hoopak/none
Raistlin          8/8    5     staff/none

Hobgoblins are AC 5 (there are six left)

ROLLS:
Roll Lookup - hobgobs att rnd 1
Roll Lookup - hobgobs dmg rnd 1
Roll Lookup - caramon's att rnd 1 [/sblock]
 
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Orius

Legend
"Honorless dogs, you have no real authority here. Prepare to die!" Sturm swings the Brigtblade mightily, but the wound he has just taken throws him off balance, his attack misses widely, and he nearly falls on his mustasche.

1d20=1
 
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Turning to face the Hobgoblin that just hit him, Tanis swings his blade, targeting the Hobgoblins’s torso. But the blade goes wide, Tanis is troubled, too much have happened in the last 5 years and fighting Hobgoblins is the last thing he thought he will do on the road to Solace.

Attack Hobs (1d20=1)
 

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