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

[Pinotage]

Avril - Human Druid - hp 20/36 - AC 19 - Spot +11 - Listen +11
Scarlet - Riding Dog - hp 22/30 - AC 23 - Spot +5 - Listen +5

The spellcaster finally appeared and before it could even think of doing something else, Avril was commanding Scarlet to go after it. With lightning speed she jumped up and launched herself at the spellcaster, her maw anxious to bring the spellcaster down and defend her master. "Nicely done," Avril said to Larian as she stepped up beside him. "Let's see what I can do about these. You look like you took quite a beating." Avril's own skin was red and burnt, her clothes blackened by the hound's flame. Touching Larian, she healed some of his wounds, calling on the spirits of nature to aid her. "Now get out of here," she said with a smile, relieved that the tide of battle had gone their way for now. "I hope your gods look after you," she growled at the spellcaster.

[SBLOCK=OOC]
OOC: Avril handles Scarlet to attack the spellcaster at I21, after taking a 5ft. step to J22 (Handle Animal +12 vs DC 10). Scarlet gets two bite attacks against it. Scarlet Bite Attacks: +7/+7. Damage: 1d6+4/1d6+4. Avril takes a 5 ft. step to K21 and casts Cure Moderate Wounds (2d8+5) on Larian. She then stows her Metamagic Rod of Lesser Extend away.

Spells Active:

Barkskin (Avril, +2 Natural Armor, 50 min.)
Haste (Avril and Scarlet, +1 Attack, +1 AC, +1 Reflex, +30 ft. speed, 3 rounds)
Produce Flame (Avril, 1d6+5 Damage, Extended, 5.5/10 minutes)

Spells Cast:

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

 

[Zoycitenega]

Siobhan Lilend - Cleric 5 - HP: 18 - AC: 25(tch 13, ff 23) - Spells: 5| 4 +1 | 3 | 1 +1

Hearing Larian's cry, Siobhan runs over to Larian, and sacrifices her Searing light in order to cast cure serious wounds. She heals 21 damage.

 

[pathfinderq1]

Tyrla: warlock 5; HP 18/30; AC 20

Tyrla gave a gasp as her Sight faded- but the cleric was still visible, his own concealment spell shattered. With a grim smile, Tyrla strode forward a few steps and unleashed another bolt of arcane force.

OOC: If the cleric is still standing, step up to J 24 and fire another point blank eldritch blast, +8 to hit, 3d6+1 damage. If Scarlet put him down, move to O 26 instead and target the hobgoblin swordsman.

 

[Creamsteak]

(I made a mistake last round and killed a hobgoblin but didn't mark it on the map. I also attacked Warren with him, but he didn't hit.)

Initiatives
Siobhan
Warren
Tyrla
Avril
Gurguannin
Larian
Cleric
Reinforcements

Siobhan: Heals Larian's wounds.

Warren: Warren deals 10 points of damage to the hobgoblin he has flanking on.

Tyrla: Your eldritch blast deals 14 points of damage, killing the cleric outright (-10).

Avril: Tops Larian's health off.

Gurguannin: Finishes off the hobgoblen Warren wounded.

There's an awkward silence after the cleric dies, as most seem to be expecting another fifteen hobgoblins and six hellhounds to fall out of the sky.

Your ambushers are dead. Everyone else is alive, at least. The corpses are spread out all over this road, in the trees, propped up in the grass. Having spotted the lead hobgoblins coming out of the farmhouse, Warren takes a peak inside to find the gruesome display of five humans propped up against the wall, stripped of their belongings. A small bag of coin rests nearby, obviously pilferred by their murderers. A steel chest, 1 cubic foot in size, looks to be locked and hidden under various debris.

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Experience: 1141.667 xp
Loot: 250 gold pieces, 55 silver pieces, 14 potions of cure light wounds, a suit of magical banded mail, two magical shortswords, one heavy steel chest, and a holy symbol.

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The holy symbol the cleric was carrying bears a striking pattern of five different metals, five different paints, and is tipped with 5 different animal fangs. Siobhan quickly identifies this as being the mark of the Wyrmcult, a group that holds dragons in the highest regard worshipping them as gods.

The enemy felled, nightfall is approaching. You are not more than a mile from Drellin's Ferry.

 

[pathfinderq1]

Now that the chaos of battle has passed, Tyrla's voice is calmer and steady, though still marked by an odd, almost hissing accent. "It seems we are well met," she says to the other group. "I would hate to think what fate we would have met had either of our parties met this ambush alone. We are bound for Drellins Ferry, which should be but a short way down yonder road. Perhaps we might travel there together, if only to determine how to divide the spoils of this victory in slightly more congenial surroundings- and if such bands of marauders are common hereabouts, we might debate the merits of making some form of alliance. My companions are Siobhan and Gurguannin, and I am Tyrla." As she spoke the last portion, she waved at each of fellow travelers as she named them.

OOC: I might be in the market for a few of those potions, but have no interest in the armaments.

 

[Arkhandus]

Warren the halfling, HP 18/33

Warren lets the shadows around him fall back into place on the ground, after he's looked around briefly for any other foes. He leaves the others to socialize if they feel like it.

After checking out the farmhouse, Warren checks the hobgoblin corpses for stuff and piles it up in front of the house, for Larian or the others to examine. He asks the bigger, burlier folks "Could you drag those corpses over here so we can burn them? They don't deserve a burial.... But the humans do. Anyone want to help me with the burial? I'm no priest, so I can't do any services for the dead, but any of you want to...."

After that, Warren will look around for a shovel, spade, or anything else remotely useable for digging, to make some graves behind the farmhouse. He'll mark each grave with a simple wooden branch driven halfway into the ground.

Before he finishes looking for digging implements, though, he'll try to pick the lock on the steel chest. Preferably while no one's watching.... Of course he'll examine it for any traps or other surprises first.
(ooc: taking 20 if possible for each check that he can, otherwise roll normally. Search +10, Disable Device +12, Open Lock +14)

Regarding the other loot, Warren only expresses interest in some of the gold and potions. He doesn't want to burden himself with hauling anything more, since he's already carrying various combat and adventuring implements.

Once the group is ready to leave, Warren will have taken a few minutes to himself for meditation, then strike some of the clothing on one of the hobgoblin corpses with his Burning Blade technique to light it afire.

 

[Zoycitenega]

Siobhan Lilend - Cleric 5 - HP: 18 - AC: 25(tch 13, ff 23) - Spells: 5| 4 +1 | 3 | 1 +1

Siobhan takes a quick moment to heal her wounds, bringing herself up to full health(healed 12). She then looks to see if any of her party members are hurt, and if they are, she heals them.

Hearing Warren's suggestion to give a funeral to the humans, she snorts. Nay, the humans were as cowardly as the Hobgoblins, I'll not be giving them rights exclusively soley on their blood. When Warren lights them on fire, she proceeds to stamp out the fire of the Hobgobs. That does not mean we should desecrate their corpses. With that, Siobhan starts to drag the bodies far out of view of the road, and lies them next to each other(after the good things have been taken off of them), her shield on her back, hammer still in hand.

OC: I might be persuaded to use the banded mail, provided that it gives better than a +6(you said that it was magical)

 

[Arkhandus]

Warren the halfling, HP 18/33, AC 23

"Eh? What's your problem, miss? Leavin' the corpses out here will just have 'em rotting away in plain sight. Besides, the humans were the victims here. Not everyone can spend their lives as warriors, lady. It's no surprise these farmers couldn't hold their own against that band of fully-armed and armored hobgoblins." Warren mutters, annoyed.

 

[Zoycitenega]

OOC: Sorry. My eyes skipped over the lines where CS covered the humans and I presumed that they were fighting us. Sorry, it's been the night from hell, and my mind isn't working too well.

 

[pathfinderq1]

"For the hobgoblins, let us leave them as they lie- as a warning should any of their fellows be about, or as a sign to travelers to be ready for such foes. Time and weather should grind them back into the earth in time. For the humans, we may bury them simply lest they have kinfolk who might wish to make other arrangements," Tyrla said quietly. Having traveled with Siobhan for a while now, she knew a bit about the cleric's "unconventional" attitudes, and tried to put the matter in a more compelling light. "Perhaps you might even make a contest- see who can dig a grave the fastest..." With her face hidden by the depths of her hood, it was difficult to say if she was speaking seriously or gently teasing Siobhan.