[4e] The Wolfcrown, Chapter 1

[Phaezen]

Squeal, Warforged barbarian 50/50hp, 21AC, 20Fort, 18Ref, 16Wil

Reinvigorated by Doren's healing power Squeal smashes into the enemy ranks, downing another 2 thugs

"Vengeance to those who would despoil these shores, vengeance and death" the warforged calls out.

[Sblock=actions]
Squeal attacks 2 of the thugs next to him, shifting if needed, moving as a last resort.

Whirling Rend +28 Vs Ac damaging two targets adjacent to Squeal[/Sblock]

 

[DistractingFlare]

Baern's blasts of radiant energy cull the life force from three of these pathetic sellswords, just as Squeal's arcing blades cleave through a pair of enemies. The two that Squeal carve into seem to dissipate into a cloud of blood and ash.

The elven archers knock their bows and loose a final flurry of arrows.

When the smoke clears, only one thug still stands in the field of battle. Two of the ships reel their anchors back in and prepare to sail in retreat.

A storm cloud barrels in from the horizon.

The lone thug, standing, quaking in his boots and covered in his allies' blood, drops to his knees before Squeal and Doren.

In a stuttering, broken speech, the thug spouts hollow words of humility. "Please, good sirs. Please let me go."

[sblock=ooc]Technically, it's Torath's turn. However, the combat is over unless you're going to try something crazy. Your call first, HM.[/sblock]

 

[Rathan]

Doren shakes his head softly as he puts his mace and his holy symbol away for the moment before wiping the blood from his face and his body.

"Perhaps this is something I should let Blackmoor decide for he is the God of war. However after a moments thought I wish you to take a message back to the person that hired you. If you return here to the Vale again I will not hesitate to kill ALL of you, burn your ships, and any other mode of transportation you happen to bring. I'm DONE dealing with you all and as for your comrades that lay at our feet I send a message to Mansu with them in death. I will fell you MYSELF with Blackmoors blessing, you have now made this 'personal'." Doren says as he looks to his fallen elven allies and moves about them searching for the living to tend to.

[sblock=Healing the wounded]I can make heal checks if you need me to DF.. but I'm going to be tending to any and all wounded eladrin I can find alive and suffering[/sblock]

EDIT: Doren also sends word with one of the healthy elven rangers to have men with shovels and digging implements to report to him at the Pass here. He also sends word for a stonemason and his tools. After healing the wounded Dorens sets about looking for an honorable place to have the stonemason begin carving out a plaque.

 

[HolyMan]

The dust of the battle settles and the group stands victorious. Holding his gleaming sword above his head Torath shout's out to the retreating ships, "Victory to The White Vale! The White Vale!" he shouts. The archers and swordsmen take up the cry at the retreating ships. "The White Vale!"


Approaching the others as Doren speaks to the last man to survive the assault, Torath sheathes his sword and folds his arms. At everything Doren says the knight nods his head. Munsu must be held accountable for this if he is truly behind this. Even the gods, great as they be, should be allowed to attack a queen or kill a king.

 

[Phaezen]

Squeal watches the last thug's reaction to Doren's speach, then adds "If that one swims quickly it might be able to catch up with one of the ships". The warforged looks out over the bay, at the rapidly approaching storm "Swim very quickly".

The warforged bends down and retrieves the 3 weapons that damaged it during the fight and then moves towards the remaining ships.

"Are there any sailors who could make the ships safe during the storm or should they be burnt?" Squeal asks.

 

[DistractingFlare]

[sblock=ooc]Let's wait on Thorn and Baern before moving on![/sblock]

 

[industrygothica]

"You'll not be lettin' that one go unhindered so's he can return with a stronger blade to finish the job he started." Baern pushes past the archers to the edge of the cliff, his reddened face a mask of rage. His eyes bore into the prisoner as he continues. "You can return and deliver your message if'n that's what ye wanna do, but by me own hand that freedom will cost ye, no doubt." The dwarf pauses to let his words sink in. "Else you'll be stayin', and you'll be offerin' Lady Springseer more loyalty than ye did Cap'n Teach fer sparin' yer wretched life." Again he pauses for clarity.

"What'll it be then?"

 

[DistractingFlare]

[sblock=ooc]I'd till ike to hear from Thorn. Chime in when you get the chance, Shay.[/sblock]

The thug, still on his knees, whimpers loudly.

"Sirs, if I go back to The Cloak, they'd kill me, sure as my name is Flintlok. I ain't done right. I know that, but I ain't got a choice. If you don't want to kill me or throw me in the dungeon, sirs, I'd prefer to be a wanderer. I want to go live off in the wilderness where there ain't no Cap'n Teach and there ain't no killin'. If you let me go, sirs, I'll live a good life - an honest life."

[sblock=Passive Insight]Insight checks reveal that he seems to be telling the truth and that his words are genuine.[/sblock]

 

[Rathan]

Doren looks up with his fingers over the pulse point of another Eladrin... of course he felt nothing and as he hear the sellsword speaking his whipped his head up with a nasty glare...

"Are you actually seriously still HERE?! Do you SEE all theses BODIES and how many of my brethren you and your 'companions' have made lifeless?... I would SUGGEST you run.... and run now... despite what my comrades say or *I* will personally turn your insides outside you worthless excuse for a human being!" Doren barks as he losses his cool and stands to slowly take a few quick steps at Flinklok as he draws his mace.....

 

[Shayuri]

"You'd best do as he says, Flintlok," Thorn advises. She waves at the elves standing guard over him, giving him some room. "And should temptation tug at you to resume your past ways, bear in mind that while mercy gives second chances, only folly gives thirds. Use this reprieve, or lose it."

She goes to Doren and puts her hand gently on the head of his mace, saying, "This Knight needs volunteers to help him in recovering the bodies of those who fell defending their homes and families. The rest of us will stand here until the ships are out of sight. Let their last memories of us be here, standing firm as they retreat." She sighs. "Then we can return home and mourn the fallen."