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<blockquote data-quote="Hjorimir" data-source="post: 6996670" data-attributes="member: 5745"><p><u><span style="color: #A9A9A9">Thursday, July 28 – THEN </span></u></p><p></p><p><strong><p style="text-align: center">Ilvander</p><p></strong></p><p>It was dark and wet. Light showers had been pouring on the pair since shortly after midday. They were both tired, but Traveler’s Rest wasn’t too much further down the road, so they had decided to press on through the first part of evening.</p><p></p><p>The pair had been walking in silence. There wasn’t much to say at this point. They had been given their so-called path from the hags, but there was now only two of them. Ilvander was musing how to proceed.</p><p></p><p>“We’ll go back,” Vech said as he clenched his cloak closed from the rain.</p><p></p><p>“Hmm?” the monk replied.</p><p></p><p>“One day, we’ll go back to Bramborough. Deal with it…them.”</p><p></p><p>Ilvander nodded and continued trudging on.</p><p></p><p><em>Officially, this was Charity’s mission from the Chantry. Should we even be doing this without her?</em> Ilvander hung his head, his sorrow renewed from thinking about his fallen friend.</p><p></p><p>They crested the last hill before Traveler’s Rest…and saw fires. </p><p></p><p>“Merciful Lady!” Ilvander said.</p><p></p><p>The pair ran towards the gates without a further word between. The gates stood open. Nearby, the corpses of three guards lay in the mud. Arrows protruded from their bodies. Screams could be heard within.</p><p></p><p>Ilvander blazed forward through the rain and mud to the gates where he peeked in. Gnolls were in the streets of Traveler’s Rest. More bodies, guards and villagers alike, littered the streets. Many buildings blazed, the fires hissing in the rain.</p><p></p><p>A short distance away, a guard, young by the look of him, was feebly crawling through the muck, desperate to escape his fate. A wounded gnoll was limping up behind him, crossbow bolt buried deep in its side. It raised its spear to finish the guard.</p><p></p><p>Ilvander bound up behind the gnoll and proceeded to run his shortsword through the back of its thigh, bringing the dogman up short with a howl. Using the palm of his other hand, he drove the dangling bolt fully into the cavity of its chest. The gnoll spun on him gargling blood and then fell.</p><p></p><p>“Thank you,” the guard said feebly, but the monk was already running ahead. <em>No more!</em></p><p></p><p>Another gnoll came out of the smoke that roiled through the streets of the town and appeared at Ilvander’s flank, but was blown off his feet from Vech’s <em>eldritch blast</em>. “Go!” the warlock shouted through the rain, standing at the open gates. “This one is mine!” </p><p></p><p><strong><p style="text-align: center">Einar, Erevan, Jaxx, & Mynn</p><p></strong></p><p>“Always in the night!” Mynn was complaining as his friends were helping him get into his armor. “Hand me my axe!” the dwarf called to Einar who was staring out the window from their room upstairs at the Lion’s Yawn.</p><p></p><p>The large man nodded and got the dwarf’s weapon for him.</p><p></p><p>“There,” Erevan said as he clasped the final buckle. “Let’s go,” the wood elf said as he grabbed his longbow and strode out the door and down the stairs, his long legs carrying him forward like the wind.</p><p></p><p>“Wait for me!” Mynn called and made his way for the door, but was cut off by Jaxx who had to practically turn sideways to fit down the cramped hallway.</p><p></p><p>The dwarf sighed and started forward again, but was again cut off, this time by Einar.</p><p></p><p>“Out of my way, priest!” Mynn rumbled. “The ancestors want these dogs dead!”</p><p></p><p>Einar chuckled. “By all means,” he said letting the dwarf slip past in the hall.</p><p></p><p>Erevan bound out the front of the inn and up onto the railing of its front porch as he took in the scene. Gnolls were racing everywhere and were closing fast. The ranger let loose an arrow at one of the dogmen charging in their direction. <em>FWWWIP!</em> The arrow buried itself in the gnoll’s shoulder, but it continued charging.</p><p></p><p>A greatsword appeared in Jaxx’s hands as he lumbered out of the inn just in time to cut the gnoll off…at the neck, his blade leaving a horizontal sheet of blood in its wake before it splashed to the ground, blood mixing with mud.</p><p></p><p>Arrows came back from more of the gnolls. One caught Jaxx in the hip. He grimaced as he snapped off its length. “We found your dogmen, Erevan!” he said to the ranger who only nodded in response. More of the dogmen were closing.</p><p></p><p>“Actually, they found us,” the elf replied</p><p></p><p>Mynn thundered out of the inn and immediately charged the oncoming gnolls, he pointed at one with his greataxe and cast <em>hunter’s mark</em>. “You’re first!” he roared.</p><p></p><p>Einar joined them and moved out into the street, “Shael guides you!” he said and cast <em>bless</em> on the other three.</p><p></p><p>~</p><p></p><p>Something roared from above.</p><p></p><p>Ilvander looked up through the smoke and rain and saw it. A wyvern flew overhead. Atop its shoulders was a huge gnoll. It pointed into the town the direction it was flying and howled at the gnolls below. </p><p></p><p>The monk looked towards where it was pointing. “The Archonian Shrine!” he shouted as he dashed forward weaving through the throngs of gnolls. (Dash, Move, Step of the Wind…monks are what you might call fast.)</p><p></p><p>“Don’t worry about me,” Vech said to Ilvander’s back as he touched a point on his chest. A pinprick in the fabric of creation appeared on his chest, which was enough to devour all light surrounding him. He was engulfed in darkness, but he could see just fine. A gift of his strange relationship to Glyph.</p><p></p><p>Gnolls shot arrows into the darkness and started to back away afraid to enter.</p><p></p><p>~</p><p></p><p>Erevan had tossed his bow aside and pulled a pair of elven longblades as he bound past the dwarf and into the rushing dogmen. The first thrust caught a gnoll deep in the stomach, which doubled over in pain. Then he spooned its ear with the tip of the other, dropping it to the ground.</p><p></p><p>Another gnoll lunged forward and caught Erevan’s right calf with its spear. It howled at him.</p><p></p><p>Jaxx surged past the dwarf as well, causing Mynn to sigh. He removed the outstretched arm of the gnoll who struck the elf at the elbow and carried the momentum forward to strike at another.</p><p></p><p>Mynn finally entered the fray. The original target of his <em>hunter’s mark</em> was now dead. “I mean you’re first!” he said to another as he transferred the spell. He swung his greataxe for all he was worth, which was quite a lot, and shaved off a leg.</p><p></p><p>Einar came up behind the trio and pointed at another of the dogmen. A spiritual hawk of white flames dove through the gnoll's body, causing it to howl painfully.</p><p></p><p>The wyvern roared overhead as it flew past them.</p><p></p><p>“Look!” Erevan shouted and pointed with one of his blades as it swept by.</p><p></p><p>~</p><p></p><p>Ilvander continued to race through the back alleys of town on route to the shrine. Gnolls shot at him as he went. He caught an arrow across the back of his forearm, but kept going. </p><p></p><p>One of the dogmen lunged out at him from the corner of a building with an axe swinging for his head. Using his momentum, the monk slid under the attack, popped back up to his feet, leapt headfirst through the rungs of a fence, rolled back up to his feet and continued his way forward. (À la Jackie Chan.) The gnoll gave chase, but it was quickly left behind. </p><p></p><p>Still near the gates of the town, Vech was blasting gnolls from within the <em>darkness</em>.</p><p></p><p>~</p><p></p><p>The wyvern crashed onto the dome of the shrine, creating a crack in its ceiling and began to pull the crack apart creating a large hole. The mighty gnoll upon its back cackled gleefully.</p><p></p><p>Erevan and Mynn started to run for the shrine. Jaxx made his way towards the edge of the city where other villagers were fighting for their lives. Einar watched the last of the immediate gnolls burn down to the ground in sacred, white fire.</p><p></p><p>Ilvander came running up to the shrine. Three of the townsfolk lay dead at its doors, which were barred shut. He peered into a narrow stained-glass window in time to see the wyvern and its rider land with a thud inside the circular chamber.</p><p> </p><p>Inside the shrine, Pryor Valmay fell back onto the floor as the wyvern landed. One hand held up before himself in defense. “Please!” he said fearfully.</p><p></p><p>“Where is it?!” the gnoll shouted as it leapt from the wyverns back to loom over Valmay. “Where is the key?!”</p><p></p><p>Ilvander had seen enough. He took a step back and leapt through the window with a crash, rolling up to his feet to stand before the wyvern and the gnoll.</p><p></p><p>The gnoll was massive and powerful. Its muzzle had deep scars and a cloud of gnats clouded around it. The wyvern reared and flared out its wings, its tail pointing menacingly at the monk.</p><p></p><p>“Lokela preserve!” Ilvander whispered and cast <em>sanctuary</em>. (One must appreciate how ballsy this was of Ilvander’s player. Four of the other PCs had just died in the previous session. They knew that not only were the kiddy gloves off, but they had been thrown away.)</p><p></p><p>The gnoll lunged at the monk…and pulled up short. “What is this?” it howled in rage. Likewise, the wyvern swept forward with one beat of its wings and couldn’t bring itself to strike Ilvander. The wyvern’s high-pitched wail of frustration was deafening in the spherical chamber.</p><p></p><p>“Hide!” Ilvander shouted at Pryor Valmay and whirled on the door. He tried to lift it, but the bar was wedged in place from the townsfolk who died trying to find sanctuary within.</p><p></p><p>The monk closed his eyes briefly and remembered his training under Master Kaia and struck the heavy beam with the palm of his hand causing it to snap cleanly in half! (I awarded inspiration for the ballsy move to save the shrine, which he spent on shattering the bar of the door. Well played, Ilvander. Well played indeed.)</p><p></p><p>The doors flung open as the monk bound through. The wyvern came chasing behind. It beat its wings at the stop of the short stairs as it screeched, sending cinders of fire billowing through the streets.</p><p></p><p>An arrow found a home in its chest, bringing the screeching to an end. Erevan was standing across the street from the shrine, bow in hand.</p><p></p><p>The wyvern lunged forward, but Mynn charged past the ranger to bring it up short. A mighty swing left a huge gash through the membrane of a wing.</p><p></p><p>A moonfire hawk raked its talons across its head as Einar arrived.</p><p></p><p>~</p><p></p><p>The gnolls had suffered long enough and three of them decided to charge into Vech’s darkness swinging wildly. One got in a lucky hit and the warlock grunted in pain, but held onto his magic. He struck the dogman in the chest with an <em>eldritch blast</em>, sending it back ten feet.</p><p></p><p>Jaxx arrived and barreled into the darkness as well. He hewed the blasted gnoll down and carried the momentum forward to strike another.</p><p></p><p>“You can see?” Vech asked him.</p><p></p><p>“Why wouldn’t I?” the hulking warrior replied, apparently oblivious to the <em>darkness</em>.</p><p></p><p>(Yup, both warlocks. Both have devil’s sight. This is an annoying combination. /sigh)</p><p></p><p>~</p><p></p><p>The wyvern snapped down on Mynn’s shoulder, leaving blood seeping from the wound before its tail snapped forward and pierced the same wound, leaving a viscous poison. (Somebody needs to remind me not to waste good poison attacks on dwarves in the future.)</p><p></p><p>“Ancestors take you!” the dwarf screamed as his axe welled with red light. He brought it down in a mighty arc and chopped the front of the wyvern’s foot off. Toes bounced along the cobblestones. (Critical smites are bad for business.)</p><p></p><p>The wyvern wailed as it hobbled about awkwardly shaking the last claws from what remained of its foot. Erevan moved in and impaled it twice, one piercing deep into the lungs of the beast. It gave one more croaking roar and fell forward in a hump.</p><p></p><p>~</p><p></p><p>Ilvander returned to the shrine and found Pryor Valmay huddled behind one of the shrines. “The gnoll?”</p><p></p><p>The old man pointed back at the hole in the roof. “It fled,” he explained.</p><p></p><p>“What was it asking about? What is this key it sought?” Ilvander asked.</p><p></p><p>The priest shook his head. “I have no idea what it was talking about.”</p><p></p><p>~</p><p></p><p>The six of them fought on through much of the night, killing or driving away the remaining dogmen. There had been a concentrated attack upon the reeve’s manor as well, but they were defended by the visiting Brakari of all people.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Hjorimir, post: 6996670, member: 5745"] [U][COLOR="#A9A9A9"]Thursday, July 28 – THEN [/COLOR][/U] [B][CENTER]Ilvander[/CENTER][/B] It was dark and wet. Light showers had been pouring on the pair since shortly after midday. They were both tired, but Traveler’s Rest wasn’t too much further down the road, so they had decided to press on through the first part of evening. The pair had been walking in silence. There wasn’t much to say at this point. They had been given their so-called path from the hags, but there was now only two of them. Ilvander was musing how to proceed. “We’ll go back,” Vech said as he clenched his cloak closed from the rain. “Hmm?” the monk replied. “One day, we’ll go back to Bramborough. Deal with it…them.” Ilvander nodded and continued trudging on. [I]Officially, this was Charity’s mission from the Chantry. Should we even be doing this without her?[/I] Ilvander hung his head, his sorrow renewed from thinking about his fallen friend. They crested the last hill before Traveler’s Rest…and saw fires. “Merciful Lady!” Ilvander said. The pair ran towards the gates without a further word between. The gates stood open. Nearby, the corpses of three guards lay in the mud. Arrows protruded from their bodies. Screams could be heard within. Ilvander blazed forward through the rain and mud to the gates where he peeked in. Gnolls were in the streets of Traveler’s Rest. More bodies, guards and villagers alike, littered the streets. Many buildings blazed, the fires hissing in the rain. A short distance away, a guard, young by the look of him, was feebly crawling through the muck, desperate to escape his fate. A wounded gnoll was limping up behind him, crossbow bolt buried deep in its side. It raised its spear to finish the guard. Ilvander bound up behind the gnoll and proceeded to run his shortsword through the back of its thigh, bringing the dogman up short with a howl. Using the palm of his other hand, he drove the dangling bolt fully into the cavity of its chest. The gnoll spun on him gargling blood and then fell. “Thank you,” the guard said feebly, but the monk was already running ahead. [I]No more![/I] Another gnoll came out of the smoke that roiled through the streets of the town and appeared at Ilvander’s flank, but was blown off his feet from Vech’s [I]eldritch blast[/I]. “Go!” the warlock shouted through the rain, standing at the open gates. “This one is mine!” [B][CENTER]Einar, Erevan, Jaxx, & Mynn[/CENTER][/B] “Always in the night!” Mynn was complaining as his friends were helping him get into his armor. “Hand me my axe!” the dwarf called to Einar who was staring out the window from their room upstairs at the Lion’s Yawn. The large man nodded and got the dwarf’s weapon for him. “There,” Erevan said as he clasped the final buckle. “Let’s go,” the wood elf said as he grabbed his longbow and strode out the door and down the stairs, his long legs carrying him forward like the wind. “Wait for me!” Mynn called and made his way for the door, but was cut off by Jaxx who had to practically turn sideways to fit down the cramped hallway. The dwarf sighed and started forward again, but was again cut off, this time by Einar. “Out of my way, priest!” Mynn rumbled. “The ancestors want these dogs dead!” Einar chuckled. “By all means,” he said letting the dwarf slip past in the hall. Erevan bound out the front of the inn and up onto the railing of its front porch as he took in the scene. Gnolls were racing everywhere and were closing fast. The ranger let loose an arrow at one of the dogmen charging in their direction. [I]FWWWIP![/I] The arrow buried itself in the gnoll’s shoulder, but it continued charging. A greatsword appeared in Jaxx’s hands as he lumbered out of the inn just in time to cut the gnoll off…at the neck, his blade leaving a horizontal sheet of blood in its wake before it splashed to the ground, blood mixing with mud. Arrows came back from more of the gnolls. One caught Jaxx in the hip. He grimaced as he snapped off its length. “We found your dogmen, Erevan!” he said to the ranger who only nodded in response. More of the dogmen were closing. “Actually, they found us,” the elf replied Mynn thundered out of the inn and immediately charged the oncoming gnolls, he pointed at one with his greataxe and cast [I]hunter’s mark[/I]. “You’re first!” he roared. Einar joined them and moved out into the street, “Shael guides you!” he said and cast [I]bless[/I] on the other three. ~ Something roared from above. Ilvander looked up through the smoke and rain and saw it. A wyvern flew overhead. Atop its shoulders was a huge gnoll. It pointed into the town the direction it was flying and howled at the gnolls below. The monk looked towards where it was pointing. “The Archonian Shrine!” he shouted as he dashed forward weaving through the throngs of gnolls. (Dash, Move, Step of the Wind…monks are what you might call fast.) “Don’t worry about me,” Vech said to Ilvander’s back as he touched a point on his chest. A pinprick in the fabric of creation appeared on his chest, which was enough to devour all light surrounding him. He was engulfed in darkness, but he could see just fine. A gift of his strange relationship to Glyph. Gnolls shot arrows into the darkness and started to back away afraid to enter. ~ Erevan had tossed his bow aside and pulled a pair of elven longblades as he bound past the dwarf and into the rushing dogmen. The first thrust caught a gnoll deep in the stomach, which doubled over in pain. Then he spooned its ear with the tip of the other, dropping it to the ground. Another gnoll lunged forward and caught Erevan’s right calf with its spear. It howled at him. Jaxx surged past the dwarf as well, causing Mynn to sigh. He removed the outstretched arm of the gnoll who struck the elf at the elbow and carried the momentum forward to strike at another. Mynn finally entered the fray. The original target of his [I]hunter’s mark[/I] was now dead. “I mean you’re first!” he said to another as he transferred the spell. He swung his greataxe for all he was worth, which was quite a lot, and shaved off a leg. Einar came up behind the trio and pointed at another of the dogmen. A spiritual hawk of white flames dove through the gnoll's body, causing it to howl painfully. The wyvern roared overhead as it flew past them. “Look!” Erevan shouted and pointed with one of his blades as it swept by. ~ Ilvander continued to race through the back alleys of town on route to the shrine. Gnolls shot at him as he went. He caught an arrow across the back of his forearm, but kept going. One of the dogmen lunged out at him from the corner of a building with an axe swinging for his head. Using his momentum, the monk slid under the attack, popped back up to his feet, leapt headfirst through the rungs of a fence, rolled back up to his feet and continued his way forward. (À la Jackie Chan.) The gnoll gave chase, but it was quickly left behind. Still near the gates of the town, Vech was blasting gnolls from within the [I]darkness[/I]. ~ The wyvern crashed onto the dome of the shrine, creating a crack in its ceiling and began to pull the crack apart creating a large hole. The mighty gnoll upon its back cackled gleefully. Erevan and Mynn started to run for the shrine. Jaxx made his way towards the edge of the city where other villagers were fighting for their lives. Einar watched the last of the immediate gnolls burn down to the ground in sacred, white fire. Ilvander came running up to the shrine. Three of the townsfolk lay dead at its doors, which were barred shut. He peered into a narrow stained-glass window in time to see the wyvern and its rider land with a thud inside the circular chamber. Inside the shrine, Pryor Valmay fell back onto the floor as the wyvern landed. One hand held up before himself in defense. “Please!” he said fearfully. “Where is it?!” the gnoll shouted as it leapt from the wyverns back to loom over Valmay. “Where is the key?!” Ilvander had seen enough. He took a step back and leapt through the window with a crash, rolling up to his feet to stand before the wyvern and the gnoll. The gnoll was massive and powerful. Its muzzle had deep scars and a cloud of gnats clouded around it. The wyvern reared and flared out its wings, its tail pointing menacingly at the monk. “Lokela preserve!” Ilvander whispered and cast [I]sanctuary[/I]. (One must appreciate how ballsy this was of Ilvander’s player. Four of the other PCs had just died in the previous session. They knew that not only were the kiddy gloves off, but they had been thrown away.) The gnoll lunged at the monk…and pulled up short. “What is this?” it howled in rage. Likewise, the wyvern swept forward with one beat of its wings and couldn’t bring itself to strike Ilvander. The wyvern’s high-pitched wail of frustration was deafening in the spherical chamber. “Hide!” Ilvander shouted at Pryor Valmay and whirled on the door. He tried to lift it, but the bar was wedged in place from the townsfolk who died trying to find sanctuary within. The monk closed his eyes briefly and remembered his training under Master Kaia and struck the heavy beam with the palm of his hand causing it to snap cleanly in half! (I awarded inspiration for the ballsy move to save the shrine, which he spent on shattering the bar of the door. Well played, Ilvander. Well played indeed.) The doors flung open as the monk bound through. The wyvern came chasing behind. It beat its wings at the stop of the short stairs as it screeched, sending cinders of fire billowing through the streets. An arrow found a home in its chest, bringing the screeching to an end. Erevan was standing across the street from the shrine, bow in hand. The wyvern lunged forward, but Mynn charged past the ranger to bring it up short. A mighty swing left a huge gash through the membrane of a wing. A moonfire hawk raked its talons across its head as Einar arrived. ~ The gnolls had suffered long enough and three of them decided to charge into Vech’s darkness swinging wildly. One got in a lucky hit and the warlock grunted in pain, but held onto his magic. He struck the dogman in the chest with an [I]eldritch blast[/I], sending it back ten feet. Jaxx arrived and barreled into the darkness as well. He hewed the blasted gnoll down and carried the momentum forward to strike another. “You can see?” Vech asked him. “Why wouldn’t I?” the hulking warrior replied, apparently oblivious to the [I]darkness[/I]. (Yup, both warlocks. Both have devil’s sight. This is an annoying combination. /sigh) ~ The wyvern snapped down on Mynn’s shoulder, leaving blood seeping from the wound before its tail snapped forward and pierced the same wound, leaving a viscous poison. (Somebody needs to remind me not to waste good poison attacks on dwarves in the future.) “Ancestors take you!” the dwarf screamed as his axe welled with red light. He brought it down in a mighty arc and chopped the front of the wyvern’s foot off. Toes bounced along the cobblestones. (Critical smites are bad for business.) The wyvern wailed as it hobbled about awkwardly shaking the last claws from what remained of its foot. Erevan moved in and impaled it twice, one piercing deep into the lungs of the beast. It gave one more croaking roar and fell forward in a hump. ~ Ilvander returned to the shrine and found Pryor Valmay huddled behind one of the shrines. “The gnoll?” The old man pointed back at the hole in the roof. “It fled,” he explained. “What was it asking about? What is this key it sought?” Ilvander asked. The priest shook his head. “I have no idea what it was talking about.” ~ The six of them fought on through much of the night, killing or driving away the remaining dogmen. There had been a concentrated attack upon the reeve’s manor as well, but they were defended by the visiting Brakari of all people. [/QUOTE]
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