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

[Zoycitenega]

No, Siobhan says, looking slightly ashamed. Warren is right. The humans, at least, deserve a burial. However, the hobgoblins should not be defiled in death. Going over to the halfling, she sticks out her hand, Will you accept my apology?

 

[Pinotage]

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

Avril listened to the conversion between her allies and the newly arrived group. It was obvious that they shared the same interest - the better welfare of people and the defense against danger - and that by all accounts was a good thing. "Warren, Tyrla's right. So is Siobhan. We could bury the humans here, but the ways of the family and religion are funny things, and I would not want to reside over a burial of those that wish not to be buried. There are those that wish to burnt, and others that have set aside sacred ground for such things. I would suggest leaving the humans until those closer to them can decide their fate."

"As for the hobgoblins, they are best of being burnt, but that too should wait until tomorrow. I would not want to start a fire that big this time of night. If there is trouble out here and more hobgoblins about, that'll be a signal for miles around. We'd best be discreet about our business." Having made her argument, she offered a suggestion, "I can scout out the path to Drelin's Ferry, if we think it may be dangerous. As an eagle, I can see the land from above and warn you of further danger on the road. Larian, Scarlet can stay with you and defend you if needed."

[SBLOCK=OOC]
OOC: Avril offers to wild shape into an eagle to scan the area ahead to Drelin's Ferry for danger.

Avril hp - 21/36 + Cure Light Wounds (1d8+5) + Siobhan Healing
Scarlet hp - 23/30 + Cure Light Wounds (1d8+5)

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]

 

[Arkhandus]

"Whatever. Like I said, if you're all in such a hurry, just go. I'm not gonna stay behind like an idiot for other hobgoblins to gang up on" the halfling grumbles.

He'll leave the strange jar for Larian to take. He's got no idea what it is.

 

[Creamsteak]

Larian is unable to figure out what the substance inside the jar through observation.

- - - - -

On the road to Drellin's Ferry, you see nothing more than the peaceful open fields. It seems quite safe, undisturbed. The notion of so many hobgoblins already in the area seems so unlikely, had you not been there yourself.

The road descends into a small town built mostly on the near side of a broad, sluggish river. Six old stone piers jut from the water, marking the spot where a bridge once stood, but the span itself is long gone. Instead, a couple of long thick ropes cross the river, each secured to a flat-bottomed ferryboat. Brown fields and green orchards surround the town.

A group of armed townsfolk-three in leather, one in mail-stands guard, watching you warily. "Hand and state your business, strangers," one of the guards says.

 

[Creamsteak]

(Did I possibly move on too early?)

 

[Arkhandus]

(I think everyone else is just busy or something. Warren's really, really not the right guy to be speaking for the group. Unless everyone in the group is cool with everyone else in the region hating and distrusting them because of their spokesperson? )

 

[Pinotage]

Avril - Human Druid - Wild shape (Eagle) - Spot +19 - Listen +11
Scarlet - Riding Dog - Spot +5 - Listen +5

Avril was pleased to find that the path to Drelin's Ferry had to held any further dangers. She drifted on the currents of the late evening, spreading her wings to gain both speed and elevation. The flight was exhilirating - from this high she could see the entire world stretch out below her.

She watched as her allies approached the town of Drelin's Ferry, and slowly spiralled downwards, not for the first time thinking about catching something to eat as she did so. Her human self rejected that idea quickly, though. Drifting closer she landed on the roof of one of the nearby buildings, and pretended to take no interest in the conversation going on with the guards. Scarlet was obediently watching Larian, although the dog had not noticed her arrival. Avril turned her beak to the conversation and waited patiently.

[SBLOCK=OOC]
OOC: Avril's happily flying about above them as an eagle, so she's unlikely to speak to anybody. It'll have to be one of those there at the moment.

Avril hp - 26/36 + Cure Light Wounds (1d8+5) + Siobhan Healing
Scarlet hp - 23/30 + Cure Light Wounds (1d8+5)

Spells and Abilities Active:

Barkskin (Avril, +2 Natural Armor, 50 min.)
Wild Shape (Eagle, 5 hours)

Spells Cast and Abilities/Items Used:

Barkskin
Produce Flame (Extended)
Entangle
Cure Moderate Wounds
Cure Light Wounds
Cure Minor Wounds

Wild Shape (1 Used)
Metamagic Rod of Lesser Extend (1 Used)[/SBLOCK]

 

[DrZombie]

"We are travellers, and were attacked by hobgoblins about a mile from here. They slaughtered some of your neighbours and used their home to stage an ambush." The gruff dwarf says.

 

[Redclaw]

Larian tears himself away from contemplating the countryside, and the horrors of the ambush site. He finally notices the armored humans, and quickly moves to intercede before either of their vertically-challenged companions can alienate the entire populace.
The Protector's blessing on you, good citizens. My name is Larian Lightweaver, and these are my companions, both new and old. We have the unfortunate duty of reporting a significant sighting of goblinoid banditry, complete with the loss of several human lives. We were able to defeat the foul things, but alas, we were too late to save the brave souls who had encountered the ambush before us. We would like to find anyone in town who might know the unfortunate deceased, and to find out about a place called Vraath Keep. He then waves Siobhan forward. This is Siobhan Lilend, a cleric of the Brawler, and spiritual advisor to our fellowship.
[sblock=ooc]
I figure Siobhan has the cha and diplomacy to be our spokesperson, if everyone else agrees. [/sblock]

[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]

 

[pathfinderq1]

Tyrla hung back a bit as the group approached the road-wardens. She knew from long experience that her nature and appearance inspired little confident in the sort of simple folk who dwelt in the villages of Elsir Vale. Others in the group were far more suited to the role of diplomat- she knew her own role well enough.