Age of Worms: Act I - The Whispering Cairn

[unleashed]

Orin Heartwood, Male Half-Elf Ranger

“Seems no one is going to answer politeness, so let’s use some force...Joran help me shoulder the door open will you.”

OOC: Assuming Jorun answerws in the affirmative, Orin will aid him in breaking down the door -- Strength +2.

 

[Ozmar]

"Well, who is in there? More goblins? Or townsmen? And are they hurt? Why do they not answer?"

Thinking: if they are goblins, then they need to be dealt with, but if they are men, then they may need our help. In either case, I suppose we ought to get this door open.

"OK, let's get this door open." He works with Orin to force the door.

OOC: Taking 20 with assistance, the total is... 25, which ought to force it?

 

[Verbatim]

Orin:[sblock]As you lean into the door, you hear the nervous pacing of at least five creatures behind the door. While none are talking, they are definately there.[/sblock]

 

[unleashed]

Orin Heartwood, Male Half-Elf Ranger

“Be ready, there are at least five creatures beyond the portal,” Orin warns before they crash into the door.

 

[Verbatim]

Jorun/Orin/Shadow: Sheathing his sword for a moment, the militiaman approaches the door and tests the edges of it to better gauge its strength. Then with his shield acting as an impromtu battering ram, he slams himself against the door. With a loud snap as the old wood gives under the force of the blow, the door falls into the foreman's office.

Five goblins have barricaded themselves here, apparently hoping the weak barrier would keep out any who came after them. As the dust settles in the room, one goblin, taller and holding a finely crafted morningstar in his hands, looks at you all and snarls once before screaming out something in the goblin tongue to the others in the room.

Then the others charge towards you while the leader begins grunting and waving his hands before him while staring at you all.

Init:
Orin: 21
Goblin leader (x1) - 18
Shadow: 7
Jorun: 5
Goblins (x4) - 4

 

[unleashed]

Orin Heartwood, Male Half-Elf Ranger

Orin quickly raises his bow, taking aim at what appears to be the leader of this band...hoping to stop what appears to be spellcasting he launches an arrow.

OOC: +4 ranged [1d8; 20/x3; 100 feet; piercing; longbow] -- [+1 to hit and damage within 30 feet]

 

[Verbatim]

Chryse: [sblock]Brother Chryse, the time grows near...the darkness will spread lest you show them the light...arise brother...ARISE

As Apollo's shout echoed in your ears, you instantly become aware of the burning pain in your side and upper thigh. Two crude bandages have been placed over the wounds, but guessing by the heavy crimson staining on both, they will not be effective, nor sanitary, much longer.

Looking around the room, you are in a dining area of some kind, the mine office you guess, and two other men have joined the cloaked archer who fought at your side against the goblins. With a mighty slam against the locked door, the frightened goblin now dead and still beside the wall, the door falls inwards releasing a mighty plume of dust and small debris.[/sblock]

 

[hippocrachus]

Chryse sits up, mumbling incoherently; dazed by both the pain from his wounds and the continual blessings from his god.
I am forever in your debt, Apotropaeus Apollo! he thinks to himself as it slowly dawns on him what has taken place. He looks down at his make-shift patching and cringes; although not done with an inexperienced hand, the wounds needed immediate tending.
Lend me your aid once more so that I may lead your flock, O' Shepherd, he prays.

[sblock]Casting Cure Light Wounds on himself. 1d8+2 (Domain).[/sblock]

 

[Elocin]

Shadow - Rogue 1

Again shaking his head in frustration - Who is this guy, of course there are more goblins behind this door and why would a townsman hide behind this door when he hears us talking about barraging in. This is going to be a long day....


Seeing the door barge in and hearing the creatures voice I will wait to the side of the door and hope no goblins saw me as I prepare to strike the first goblin that comes running out the door.

(ooc: Hopefully get a sneak attack as they come out the door as I hope they do not know I am there.)

 

[Verbatim]

Drawing the red fletched arrow and knocking it quickly, Orin took aim at the chanting goblin and let his arrow fly. While thus far the ranger's aim had been perfect, this time the wild jerking motions of the goblin allowed the creature to dodge out of the way and complete whatever spell he had been casting.

As the goblin threw a handful of dirt towards the man who had broken down his barrier, Jorun felt a momentary overpowering urge to sink into slumber before he was able to push it back. Although the thin cloaked man with the rapier hiding beside him did not fair as well. Unable to resist the compulsion, he slumped to the ground, ironically right beside the defenseless goblin he had killed minutes earlier.

OOC combat thus far:[sblock]Orin rolled a 3 to hit the goblin leader. Leader finished his sleep spell centered on Jorun. As Shadow was within 10'ft of Jorun, he was within range of the spell as well. Jorun had a 21 total on his Will save, which allowed him to shrug it off, Shadow had a 5 total, which allowed the spell to knock him out.[/sblock]