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

[pathfinderq1]

She went into the shack to retrieve her things, before spreading them out near a tree. It reminded her of the way she used to sleep - in the forest, comforted and guarded by the spirits. This was not quite so peaceful. "Tyrla, Larian, will you be able to continue your watch?" she asked.

Tyrla stood careful watch as the other went about the myriad tasks of cleaning up from the battle, her spell-enhanced vision keeping a wary eye out for any further lurking foes. "I'm ready to keep guard for the night" she replied to Avril's query. "Though I'd appreciate a bit of healing from that hellhound's flame. Once everyone is rested we can see if our new friend has any helpful information, but you all ought to get what rest you can before daybreak. I can't bet that this is the only scouting party in these woods."

OOC: Tyrla is down 6 HP- if we can't spare healing it will keep. Also, any chance for our arcane or natural scholar-types to identify the source of the hobgoblin sorceror's rather exotic appearance (IC post 815)?

 

[Creamsteak]

Tyrla and Larian are both able to identify that the sorcerer has been 'gifted' with his magic and his 'refined' appearance through ritualistic magic and the infusion of a dragon's blood with his own. He is no half-dragon, but his appearance is the result of some draconic (in this case blue) blood. It might even be possible to duplicate these results by using a dragon's blood and crafting an elixir of sorts.

 

[Vigwyn the Unruly]

Pender, Male Human Fighter 6

Pender ties the hobgoblin to a nearby tree with his silken rope.

He then sets about the task of dragging Northwind into the woods and creating some kind of makeshift grave for him. He does not have the strength to dig a pit, and he thinks it unwise to burn the body in the woods. So instead, he gathers leaves, moss, and other woodland mould to cover his friend's body. He finds a large rock to place at Northwind's head, and on it he carves the words

Here Lies Northwind
He Was a Good Steed​

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When he is finished with the task, he lays down near the others and tries to rest.

 

[Pinotage]

Avril - Human Druid - AC 18 - hp 42/42 - Spot +12 - Listen +12
Mandla - Riding Dog - AC 28 - hp 45/45 - Spot +5 - Listen +5

Avril spread her things down, dumping her belonging in a neat pile next to her bedroll. She told Mandla to stay there, and the dog settled down easily. Taking only a single item with her, she walked up to Tyrla, looking her friend over. "Those bruises should feel fine in the morning," she commented, "otherwise I'll ask the spirits to heal you in the morning." She smiled at the tiefling, before walking towards where Pender had buried his horse.

She'd deliberately given the man some time to grieve for his horse, as it should be. Now was the time for her to say her own farewells for an animal of ths spirit world. "Do you mind?" she asked before bending down near the grave. She placed a small branch of mistletoe on the grave, and the stood up. "I'm sorry. The Mother will take care of him. And all the spirits will gallop with him on the plains." She smiled encouragingly, and then walked back towards the camp.

[SBLOCK=OOC]
OOC: Tyrla, that 6 hp should heal overnight with rest. Otherwise, Avril has her Wand of Lesser Vigor which she can use in the morning. Siobhan presumably has a few spells that she can burn to heal people, although I'm not sure if the spells we cast this evening will count against our allottment in the morning. Either way, come morning, Tyrla (and everybody else) will get Avril's attention if needed.

Spells and Abilities Active:

Barkskin (Avril, Mandla, 60 minutes)
Bear's Endurance (Warren, 12 minutes)

Spells Cast and Abilities/Items Used:

Enrage Animal
Cure Light Wounds
Barkskin
Bear's Endurance
Metamagic Rod of Lesser Extend (1 Used)
Call Lightning (Summon Nature's Ally III)
Cure Moderate Wounds
Produce Flame

Spells Prepared:

Spells Prepared (Normal 5/3/3/2, Wis 0/1/1/1):

Level 0 (5): Cure Minor Wounds (2), Detect Magic (2), Guidance
Level 1 (4): Faerie Fire
Level 2 (4): Bull's Strength, Flaming Sphere
Level 3 (3): Sleet Storm

XP: 625 (Goblins and Worgs)
XP: 825 (Hobgoblin Shack Ambush)

Avril's Character Sheet [/SBLOCK]

 

[Creamsteak]

The hobgob fidgets nervously as he's tied up. He speaks more goblin, but I don't believe anyone in the party can actually understand it. There seems to be a tone of urgency in his voice.

 

[Redclaw]

Larian, AC 17, HP 14/29, Fort +3, Ref +5, Will +5

Larian joins Tyrla in keeping watch, gingerly sitting down to avoid reopening any of his wounds. He takes out a potion and drinks it, rather than sap their spellcasters further this night. I hope we'll be more successful with our watch without the building to inhibitour vision. I feel like an inexperienced novice for being taken so unawares.

[sblock=ooc] He'll drink a potion of cure light wounds [/sblock]

[sblock=spells]
Spells Prepared
0- Mage Hand, Read Magic, Detect Magic, Detect Magic
1st- Feather Fall, Color Spray, Mage Armor, True Strike, Magic Weapon (Trans.)
2nd- See Invisibility, Invisibility, Scorching Ray, Invisibility, Bull's Strength(Trans.)
3rd- Dispell Magic, Fireball, Major Image, Haste (Trans)

Spells in Effect
Mage Armor-12 Hours

Rod of Extend--1/3 uses
Pearl of Power--used
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[Creamsteak]

8 hp from it.

 

[Vigwyn the Unruly]

Pender bows his head quietly at Avril's ministrations. He is not a very religious man, but he has tremendous respect for the power of rituals, and he finds the words and actions genuinely comforting.

Later, as the group tries to rest, Pender becomes more and more nervous at the monster's incessant fidgetting. "He seems to be worried about something," the warrior remarks to his companions. "Maybe he's trying to warn us of something. I can't understand his gibberish. Do any of you have any means of interrogating the creature?"

 

[pathfinderq1]

Tyrla merely nods agreement to Larian's musings- most of her attention is clearly focused outwards. while she might never admit a mistake to others, she could admit them to herself, and she felt that she had let the others down a bit by not watching as carefully as she could have.

For the most part, she had tuned out the hobgoblin's antics as well, but Pender's comment brought the matter back to her mind. She moved over to where she could see the raider and speak clearly with him without bothering those who were trying to sleep. Then she began speaking to it, asking "Can you understand me?" in each of the languages that she knew.

OOC: In order, she'll try Common, Draconic, Orc, Elven, and Infernal.

 

[Creamsteak]

Sadly he does not. He seems to want to pantomime something but he's currently tied to a tree.