(Casual D&D IV) A Knight for a Pawn

Xiao Yu, male human monk.

Xiao doesn't know who the 'pesky druid' is, but the stranger from a far has heard of the of the fleeing sea from fishermen in his own country.

"Uh oh. I think we might have huge big wave coming. Very big huge wave," he adds, for emphasis. High ground is good."

Xiao glances down at the sea below between checking the birds and watching his steps as he withdraws up the slope. Unfortunate, no one ever said how high high ground needed to be. And Xiao has never seen the big wave himself.

When the birds get close, Xiao takes up a fighting stance.

"Big birds indeed," he mutters to himself.

- ooc -
Move to uphill, melee +7 (quarterstaff, 1d6+3/1d6+3), AC 16, hp 48/48.
 

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"Bugger this" Raven says with some emphasis. "C'mon, now's nto the time to get stubborn" he chides his mule, taking him closer to the edge. He grabs the rope from his saddlebag, ties it to the saddle of the mule, and throws it towards the 3 companions.


(taking move actions as needed)
(throw rope : 15)
(use rope : 23)

(unless this is all unnecessary and they can get to the edge by themselves, then shoot if the birdies appear to be attacking)
 
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Xiao Yu, male human monk

Xiao notices Raven urging his mount towards the slope and wonders why. Then he realises that several of the others are missing.

"Oh."

Xiao switches direction and heads for the slope. He doesn't have any missile weapons, but he is sure of foot.

"Xiao will help others. Raven can use bow."

- ooc -
Not sure if you want to allow Xiao to change actions this round, or do it next. Your call. * Tumble +10, Str 16, Dex 14 for what its worth. Looking to help the others get back up the slope.
 

Cylantro : Female Human

Cylantro tries to concentrate on casting her spell. She aims the spell at the larger creature.

OOC: Last round -
Cylantro: Save1 11, Save2 19, Ride 7
Ginger: Save1 8, Save2 15, Ride 10

This round -
Casting fireball at the larger creature (Range 600 ft; Damage 5d6 (23), Reflex save DC 17 for half)
Concentration 26 (with Combat Casting)
 

Oliver points and the group springs into action. Perhaps a little too enthusiastically. They were moving towards the cliff, but Oliver had eyes only for the inbound creatures gliding - no oozing - through the air.

"You keep your castings to yourself until we know what we're dealing with, missy," Oliver grates at the caster whose sketchy past, while not as sketchy as his own, was much more recent and who had, by her own admission, exercised what, to Oliver, was an extreme lapse in judgement prior to meeting up with the group. Plus, the nice orange demon birds could be coming to carry them over the ocean, who kne---

--and Whistler was tumbling, screaming. Oliver cries out as the horse comes down on him, rolling in the collapsing earth. His head cracks into Tatlock's shoulder, and the old man glimpses a look of bewilderment on the boy's face before they are apart and tumbling again. He sees a flash of white and hears a bray of dismay. Bastrop is coming down too, Winkle's cage a wreckage. A glimpse of spread, white wings makes Oliver's chest tighten, Please, fly now, Wink... please... Oliver gives himself to to the fall by reflex trying to relax with the blows as they come, so his brittle old bones won't break. This is bad - ow - really - ow - really bad. Gods, I wonder what broke in me when Whislter rolled. He skids for a moment head skewed to see the oozing orange birds... What in the Nine Hells are they...?

OOC:
IDing birds (too late for the landslide!) Knowledge (Nature): 20 + 5 = 25
Knowledge (Planes): 8 + 4 = 12
Oliver has a number of other knowledges, let me know if I can make any other useful rolls
 

Nurthk glanced at Gale's saddlebags, then at Tatlock, then at Oliver, then at the approaching winged things. He shrugs, seizes Tat by the collar and seat of his pants (or Oliver if Tatlock has already started climbing) and effectively hurls him up the rope to Raven (aid another on climb check).

"There's a good headstart," he says, and looks over his shoulder to gauge how long he has, "Not long."

If he has time he'll also give Oliver a helpful hand ascending the rope, although he'll be a little more respectful than he was in helping Tatlock. If both are ascending and he still has time remaining Nurthk will take his doubleaxe in hand and wait for the birds, the two axeheads twirling in slow deliberate arcs between his hands.
 

Hiritus

Hiritus remains mounted as bedlam erupts around him. Even Justice is not immune to the tribulations of the earthquake, and stumbles slightly before righting herself once again.

With Fendric's Bless to help steady his aim, Hiritus readies himself and prepares to engage the first of the large birds, should they attack.

[Readying longsword for encroachment by birds, if deemed hostile (since they should be, we're in initiative time). Justice will also ready a standard attack, if possible.]
 

(The resultant slope you guys are on is not too severe, but does warrant a fairly simple climb check given the amount of loose rock, et cetera. It's DC 2 to move at one-quarter speed, and DC 7 to move at half your normal movement rate. Using a rope, you guys can move at half your normal rate with no check required. For this round, since the DC is so low I've gone ahead and made the rolls for those involved.)

Xiao makes his way to level ground. As Fendric's bless completes, the monk meets up with Raven, who tosses down a rope to the others.

Tatlock is the first to make his way up. He scrambles, but seems cool-headed, at least until he looks down into the gaping hole left in the ground. His eyes widen, seemingly at the intimidating darkness below, but as he scrambles behind Raven, he catches his breath to shout: "There's a man in the hole! A little scary man!"

Oliver, Nurthk and Hiritus are close enough to look down and see for themselves:

It is not a man exactly, but certainly a manlike shape. It's dark down that fissure, but the shape can be made out: Something about four feet tall, seemingly formed of rock itself, struggling its way up the sides of the crevice at an intimidating pace. It's about twenty feet down at the moment, but making its way up quickly. Nurthk's readied action may apply to this enemy as well. (Since, at Tatlock's announcement, both Hiritus and Nurthk can see them coming, I've adjusted your readied actions appropriately.)

Nurthk helps Oliver to the rope, then begins twirling his axes in anticipation of a coming attack.

Oliver makes his way up the rope. In a flash, he recognizes the birds for what they are: Arrowhawks, creatures of the elemental planes. Skillful flyers, predators... and they're said to be capable of firing lightning, from the tail, if memory serves. Looking down, there is time to wonder if Nurthk will ever have a chance to hit them with those flame blades.

Attention is drawn away from Nurthk's fireshow to Cylantro's much larger one, which engulfs all four of the engulfing birds. They spin gracefully through the force, and as the flames clear, can be seem resuming their approach undaunted, and by all appearances unscathed.

The horses, meanwhile, struggle to regain their footing. Whistler stands, as does Cylantro's mount. (Whose name I've forgotten.) Gale and Vespers, however, do not; instead they writhe with agonized whines, and both Nurhtk and Fendric have time to come to the cringing realization that legs have broken.

What effect this sight must have on Justice cannot be seen; she stands her ground, facing her duty as firmly as the rider atop her. Hiritus raises his sword with a flourish, ready to take the first attacker who comes within reach.

In his case, it's the earth elemental that has risen to the surface. Nurthk takes a good chunk out of it with his axe; it's unclear if it survives the blow (partly because I'm estimating Nurthk's attack/damage, but it's very clear that between the two of them, the thing dies), but with no good reason to take any chances, Hiritus swings his sword down far and through the thing, sending it back down the hole in a wide scatter of rocks. Unfortunately, three others can be seen surfacing at the two other fissures nearby.

Meanwhile, the arrowhawks have all but reached the party. They soar about thirty feet in the air above to the level surface of the cliffs (about 45 feet vertically from Nurthk and Cylantro's level). Enough time to let loose one last volley of arrows, Oliver would judge, before they can get close enough to let loose their electric attacks.

The sea, at least, remains still for the moment, despite Xiao's warning. Although there was certainly much less shoreline visible before the earthquake hit... (Again, not shown cause I'm too lazy to edit it up.) The clouds overhead, however, can be observed to darken dramatically, and thicken, seemingly, if such a thing could be said to happen...


Round 3
24 Raven
23 Tatlock
22 Nurthk
21 Oliver
20 Cylantro
17 Hiritus
12 The Birds

5 Xiao
3 Fendric
 

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Cylantro : Female Human

Not used to her spells failing so miserably, Cylantro pauses a moment before deciding on her next course of action. She glances around to see that Ginger (cat familiar) and Oregano (horse) are OK, then she concentrates on casting her spell at one of the smaller flying creatures and lets loose three glowing missiles at the thing.

OOC: Concentration check: 35 (with Combat Casting); magic missile spell, range 150 ft, 3d4+3 damage (11)
 

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