[4e] The Wolfcrown, Chapter 1

Squeal, Warforged barbarian

Squeal watches as the shifter makes it's escape.

"This one thinks things may be more complicated than it and it's companions were informed. Thorn, the oil in flesh creatures dries faster than that in warforged, is it possible the one that that oil belongs to is nearby?"
 

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After a few moments, you hear a noise coming from the forest. It's faint, but the bushes seem to be rustling about thirty feet in front of you. Slowly, with great struggle, a half-clothed eladrin stands up. He's covered in blood, and he has a highly visible gash in his chest, spewing a watery stream of blood. Soon, you recognize his face. This is Bounder.

"Help," he murmurs, and then falls prone.
 

"Funny you should mention that," Thorn tells Squeal, her tone suggesting clearly that she doesn't think it's funny at all.

She starts heading towards Bounder at a brisk pace, cautiously looking around as she goes in case this is just some new ruse.
 

[sblock=Note to self] Use two doppleganglers to set an ambush. Thanks for the ideal. I love it my players probably won''t which means I'll love it more. :p [/sblock]​
 


Doren hauled his mace up in one hand as his shield came up to rest in the other... his holy symbol hanging from his wrist on his weapon hand. His eyes turned to Bounder and his rather precarious position as now wounded before his eyes again focused on the trees behind the gravely wounded eladrin hoping not to be surprised!

"Keep you eyes peeled my friends. This is not a good situation to be caught like this unknowing!" the priest uttered as softly as he could and still be heard by all around him.
 

As you approach Bounder, you see that he's been wounded rather badly, although is still alive. He's mostly naked, and is certainly in pain. He can hardly speak, but he appears to be helpless.

Thomas walks up to the helpless ranger, then, looking at Doren, murmurs,

"I think he really needs help."


As you look through the trees and the canopy of boughs, you discern no signs of an ambush. It's just a normal spring day.
 

"Bah..." Doren said softly as he reluctantly places his mace back on the small hook on his belt where it normally rested...

"Keep whatever comes out of that woods off of me my allies while I work to save this traitor..." Doren adds as he quickly unfurls his pack and yanks some cutting tools and a large roll of bandages and blood soaking rags.

[sblock=Heal Check for Bounder]1d20+9=22 (Heal)[/sblock]
 

"Relax," Thorn advises. "This isn't the traitor. This is the one the traitor ambushed and stole the clothes from, then copied his face. At the speed he was running, he wouldn't have had time to undress and stab himself. It'd be a risky gambit anyway."

She surveyed the trees. "Even so, there's no promise he won't come back with his friends if we're so kind as to stay still long enough. Can he be moved?"
 

Now bandaged, Bounder looks up at Doren.

"Sir, I humbly thank you for helping me, but you do dishonor me by naming me 'traitor.' Could it be that you saw the man who ambushed me? You see, my name is Bounder, and I'm one of the royal guards. I was stationed here to greet a small group of strangers - I suppose that would be you - but while I was waiting, I was knocked out and wounded."

He pauses. You notice that he speaks eloquently, and with an accent typical of an elf or eladrin.

"The one who attacked me took my clothes and my weapons. I had a bow and a short sword. He must've gotten away with them, as well as my uniform. My friends, was that brigand one of the doppelgangers employed by The Cloak? Very well. We must go to the Vale immediately and warn Queen Springseer."

Bounder sits up. Beneath him, you notice a quiver of arrows. He slings them over his shoulder.

"By the way - why exactly are you here?"

[sblock=ooc]I'll wait for a response from all 5 of you before we move on.[/sblock]
 
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