(CSRHoD) Creamsteak's Red Hand of Doom [IC]

[Redclaw]

Larian--Transmuter 5--HP: 25--AC:17 (tch 17, ff 14)--f+2, r+4, w+4

Larian looks on in concern as his halfling friend comes into conflict with the kindly cleric who just helped save his life. Truly, I am grateful that we met when we did. You all fight bravely and we were successful where we might have fallen. I fear the important concern here is not with the dead, but with those still living. It can not be a good sign that such a strong force of hobgoblins was so close to Drellin's Ferry, and right here on the main road. We should hurry on to the town and bring news of this force, and the tragedy they have wrought.

[sblock=spells]spells left
0-read magic, detect magic, detect magic
1-feather fall, true strike, magic weapon
2-see invisibility, hypnotic pattern, bull's strength
3-fireball

spells active
Mage Armor --whatever's left of 10 hours since we started travelling

Rod of Extend 1/3 uses left [/sblock]

 

[Pinotage]

Avril - Human Druid - Spot +11 - Listen +11
Scarlet - Riding Dog - Spot +5 - Listen +5

With brutal efficiency the two groups of allies managed to finally finish off the last threats, and Avril started to breath easily. She leant down and gave Scarlet a good rubbing, before taking out a piece of cloth and cleaning some of the blood from her mouth. "Well done, girl!" she exclaimed, a beaming smile on her face. As a treat, she removed a small piece of meat from her pack, and handed it to Scarlet, while at the same time casting a curative spell to share between the two of them. She gratefully accepted Siobhan's healing as well. Then she checked the position of Scarlet's saddle pack, checking to make sure nothing had fallen off in the battle. Then she quickly jogged back to retrieve her fallen shortspear, but she kept her shield strapped to her arm for now.

"I'm Avril, and this is Scarlet," she said by way of introduction, pointing her hand at the dog. "You've met Warren and Larian," she continued. "Pleased to meet you all. The spirits have been kind, Tyrla, in us meeting together before this ambush. It would not have been pretty otherwise. You are right, though. It's best we head together to Drelin's Ferry, after we've cleaned up this mess." A flash of anger crossed her face when she spotted the dead humans. "These hobgoblins deserved to die. So well armed and well organised too."

Avril helped Warren gather all the corpses together, not prepared to let the bodies defile the natural habitation. She had no qualms about burying them, however, as long as they lay to rot without any armor or anything else that the land could not claim. The humans, however, at least deserved laying down together, if not burying. "These people, these humans, they must be known by some in Drelin's Ferry. It is getting dark and we don't know what dangers await. Perhaps it is best to leave the burial until morning, when those in Drelin's Ferry can do the proper thing." She looked at Siobhan and Warren.

[SBLOCK=OOC]
OOC: Avril casts Cure Light Wounds (1d8+5) and shares it between herself and Scarlet. She accepts whatever healing Siobhan can provide - Cure Light Wounds should be appropriate for her. She'll cast Cure Minor Wounds and share it between her and Scarlet as well.

Spells Active:

Barkskin (Avril, +2 Natural Armor, 50 min.)

Spells Cast:

Barkskin
Produce Flame (Extended)
Entangle
Cure Moderate Wounds
Cure Light Wounds
Cure Minor Wounds[/SBLOCK]

 

[pathfinderq1]

Tyrla listened as the other newcomers made themselves and their opinions known. Once the speaking had slowed she nodded. "It seems we have at least some agreement. What say you all to this plan: lay out the humans, at rest and at peace; disarm the hobgoblins and leave them piled, as a warning to both honest travelers and their own beastly kin; and set out for Drellins Ferry, both to make sure they are warned, and to see if these folk had kin there who might want for word of their fate. Perhaps we might, on the way, see if we can determine where the second band of hobs came from- it seems as if they arrived from the direction we are headed in, and we might need to be quite wary on the road, lest there be another ambush between here and the safety of town."

 

[Arkhandus]

Warren the halfling, HP 18/33, AC 23

Warren scowls. "Sounds like you strangers are even more averse to honest hard work than I am, and I hate it. The humans at least deserve a burial....but if you're all in such a hurry, then I guess I can't argue, seein' as it would take forever for me to do it all myself." The halfling crosses his arms in annoyance.

Warren will leave the corpses unburied and unburnt if he must....

 

[pathfinderq1]

Tyrla looked over the group before letting her gaze pause on the halfling. "While our time is short, I've no wish to start our acquaintance on such a sour note. While I'm inclined to let things lie, how is this: if the folk of Drellins Ferry have to interest in setting these folks at peace in the proper local traditions, I will pay some of those townsfolk, of my own coin, to do what we left unfinished. Will that suffice, and get us on the road together?"

 

[Arkhandus]

Warren just scoffs.

 

[Redclaw]

Warren, that's no way to talk to such staunch companions. They have just helped us survive quite a serious battle. We need to look past this incident and think of the bigger ramifications. So, let's accept Tyrla's wise compromise and lose the insulting undertones. Larian looks apologetically at Tyrla and Siobhan.

 

[pathfinderq1]

Tyrla gave a deep nod in Larian's direction, enough that the motion of her head was visible despite her sheltering hood. She did not speak, waiting for the others to voice their replies.

 

[Creamsteak]

Warren manages to get the lockbox open, but when he does the lid comes screeming open due to a simple spring mechanism inside. It makes a loud metal-on-metal ding as the lid wraps around and hits the backside of the box.

A small jar is nestled within the pillowy interior. The stuff inside looks like gray mud.

 

[Redclaw]

Larian walks over to look at the source of the startling sound. He works with Warren to search it for details and then ponders its appearance and protection, comparing it to his vast knowledge of things magical. If he is still unsure of its significance, he will assure his companions that he can identify it tomorrow if needed.
[sblock=ooc] Aid other on search +4, then knowledge (arcana) +12 and/or spellcraft +14. [/sblock]