OoC:Great RPing, new fols...I was merely stopping the group here to allow you to catch up. I have a Human Druid (and Wolf), a, Elf Rogue, a Halfling Paladin, a Dwarf Barbarian, a Dwarf Fighter and a Gnome Cleric. Good mix all around, though a Mage would have been great...Bron Bekkle is a Ranger, though an old one, he is mostly for flavor and guidance in getting there, as hewas last time.
IC:Bron nods at how these folk were getting on with one another. There seemed to be many stout blades, hammers and axes now, and he was sure that they would be desperately needed in the coming Storm. Smething was brewing up North, somthing that had driven the followers of Kroggoth southwards in their Hunt...
A large part of the Roadwardens have now stood and moved off, leaving two or three in the room. Bron motions all forward so as to share information perhaps more sensitive than he would like other ears to hear.
'Aranel and telerin already knows this, but Id like ta catch you other Goode Folk up on things. Something is driving an alien force Southwards, or spurring them on. These invaders, these followers of Kroggoth the Beast God are bestial and horrible, seeing all good folk as Prey and the whole World as their huntin' grounds. So far, Orcs and Ogres have been encountered, horribly changed into monsters even more Base.The Monestary was attacked yesterday and I don't think the City'll send folks out to help in time, so I asked fer youto help. I have this, from the Church of Hyrag...'
Bekkle pulls out a sheet of parchment, rolled and stuffed into a waterproof leather tube. Extracting it, it is a Promisary Note from the Church of Hyrag in good faith for their Allies the Monestary of Saint Feragon to the sum of 2,000Gold Crowns, to be delivered upon either bringing survivors back to Orrassus or bringinf proof of what has transpired there.
Kirin recognizes the name Kroggoth as a northern Deity, an obscure one who turns his followers Feral. releasing the most bestial and base instincts in them.
While you are all pondering what has been said, the door opens and several more travellers enter.
Three Roadwardens seem to be helping a woman who looks to be with child, she is swaddled up completely and one Roadwarden helps her along.
The other two in the room glance up, one saying ' Rory, we'd started ta think you wasn't coming back You wuz due two hours ago...Rory...?'
The man adressed stops, listening to the speaker.
It is at this point that Whitefang begins to snarl incessantly, baring his teeth at the newly arrived Roadwards.
Telerin and Ishmael feel the hackles rise on their necks, and <DM liscense> ishmael [I[Detects Evil[/I] on a hunch, becoming instantly assailed by the Foul reek from these men.
Throwing off cloaks the three Roadwardens show faces hideously changed, canines extended through bloody gums, eyes bulging and bloodshot. Their hands...they now sport long 2 inch black claws and their forms seem unnaturally muscled, this showing through their riding leathers and the occassional boot that now has talon holes where they poke free.
With a Howl they attack, the htree and the 'pregnant woman' standing to show another man, smaller, though possessed of the same animalistic visage and nature.
Initiatives
Telerin, Whitefang and Ishmael have a Suprise round action, then as below...
Feral Roadwardens 20 (ACK!)
Aranel 19
Telerin 18
Whitefang 16
Roadwardens 13 (the good guys)
Kirin 12
Rurik 11
Bron Bekkle 8
Ishmael 6
Sturm 4