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

[Pinotage]

Avril - Human Druid - AC 15 - hp 42/42 - Spot +12 - Listen +12
Mandla - Riding Dog - AC 25 - hp 45/45 - Spot +5 - Listen +5

Avril nodded at Larian. "Yes, that sounds like a good idea. With horses we can moved faster than any army on foot, and cover far more ground. It means we can get to the Rhestwash quicker, and try and do something against this army that may make it difficult to fight." She took the offered coins from Larian. "I find some good horses," she promised as she hurried off to find the required mounts, Mandla hastily following after her.

[SBLOCK=OOC]OOC:

Spells and Abilities Active:

Spells Cast and Abilities/Items Used:

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): Cure Light Wounds, Enrage Animal, Faerie Fire, Produce Flame
Level 2 (4): Barkskin, Bull's Strength, Bear's Endurance, Flaming Sphere
Level 3 (3): Call Lightning, Cure Moderate Wounds, Sleet Storm

Avril's Character Sheet [/SBLOCK]

 

[Creamsteak]

The groups new mounts prove useful in eluding the horde. With the enhanced speed, your group is able to reach Nimon Gap in a little over a day. When you reach Nimon Gap you find the town mostly deserted. A few buildings have been burned to the ground, and it seems that most of the infrastructure has been looted during the past week. What few refugees are still here are the sick and the elderly.

Two priests of Pelor are trying to help some of the remaining civilians into a small and worn wagon. It seems that they are struggling to get everyone safely onboard the mule-drawn wagon. One motions towards your group as you're passing by.

"Can any among you lend a hand? The wagons wheels are stuck into the mud and I dare not force all of the injured to move unless absolutely necessary."

He seems a bit pushy, as if he expects the help to come free to him based solely on his obvious markings as a priest. His compatriot, a younger and somewhat rosy man seems to be trying desperately to push the stuck wagon out of the mud it's stuck in, with no real success.

 

[Redclaw]

Larian moves over to the younger priest. If you're willing, I can magically enhance your strength so that you are better able to push the cart. Assuming that he's okay with it, Larian will cast Bull's Strength on him.

 

[Dalamar]

Siobhan dismounts and heads for the wagon.
"Kord would be disappointed in me if I did not lend my strength when it is needed," the cleric says as she moves over to the wagon and starts helping to get it off the mud.

 

[pathfinderq1]

Hardly well-suited to feats of physical prowess, Tyrla scanned the surrounding area for signs of a threat. Were their new steeds helping them get ahead of the horde's advance? She certainly hoped so, but they had been caught off guard too many times to be sure...

 

[Pinotage]

Avril - Human Druid - AC 15 - hp 42/42 - Spot +12 - Listen +12
Mandla - Riding Dog - AC 25 - hp 45/45 - Spot +5 - Listen +5

Avril was glad to be away and getting good speed towards their goal. It felt like they were actually starting to gain something now, getting ahead of the army that they were trying to beat. Mandla easily kept pace with the horses, jogging quietly by and getting good exercise. Avril knew that keeping the dog fit and healthy was vitally important.

Reaching the wagons, she dismounted and laid a hand on Larian's shoulder. "No need to use magic, Larian," she said. "We can hitch a few horses to the wagon and easily draw it out of the mud. I doubt your magic would be more useful than Pender or Siobhan's horses." With that, she unwound some rope from her pack, and started to move two horses to the front of the wagon, while Mandla guarded her as she worked.

[SBLOCK=OOC]OOC:

Spells and Abilities Active:

Spells Cast and Abilities/Items Used:

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): Cure Light Wounds, Enrage Animal, Faerie Fire, Produce Flame
Level 2 (4): Barkskin, Bull's Strength, Bear's Endurance, Flaming Sphere
Level 3 (3): Call Lightning, Cure Moderate Wounds, Sleet Storm

Avril's Character Sheet [/SBLOCK]

 

[Creamsteak]

With all of the sudden help, the wagon is fairly easily dislodged. It takes some serious effort to get the entire wagon onto the safety of some dry rock, but it eventually happens. Once there, the young priest turns around and thanks you all.

"From the bottom of my heart, thank you for your efforts. I know that Father Boro is a bit disrespectful at times, but he means well."

After his thanks, he moves back to the church briefly to gather the rest of his charges. These are the sick and injurred that are still fairly capable of moving around. A human man who seems mostly fit except for his leg covered in bandages and a tiefling woman with a broken arm in a sling make up this last load.

As they walk by the group, they each also thank you. The woman in particular asks a select few simple questions as well. "Are you, by chance, the adventurers the people of Drellin's Ferry were talking about? A few of them passed by a day or two ago, and they mentioned a few heroes that stood up against some goblins near their town. You all look to fit their descriptions if I'm remembering correctly. Are you on your way to continue the fight against the horde?"

[sblock=Tyrla]You think there is something unusual about the tiefling woman, but you're uncertain what specifically about her seems off. She's a tiefling, much like yourself, but she seems unusually pleasant and happy, possibly to the point of annoying.[/sblock]

 

[Vigwyn the Unruly]

Pender, Male Human Fighter 6

"It was our pleasure, brothers. Whatever good we can do for the sick, we are happy to do. Good luck on the rest of your journey." Pender enjoys the feeling of having been of some help here, but along with the others, he is also eager to be on their way.

 

[pathfinderq1]

Tyrla narrowed her eyes as she looked over the refugees, especially the tiefling. She had not met many others of similar heritage, so it was hard to judge her reaction- but something seemed odd. Pausing her wary survey, she focused her attention, willing her eyes to scan the arcane aura of the group.

OOC: Using Detect Magic (CL 6) at will, scanning the refugee group for anything odd.

 

[Creamsteak]

[sblock=Tyrla]There doesn't seem to be anything odd. The woman in particular has three faint abjurations on her person, but that's it.[/sblock]

The woman seems a bit annoyed when her questions get ignored for a moment. "I'm sorry if I'm troubling you. I guess I'll just be on my way. If you are those adventurers, I wish you the best of luck in whatever you're doing."