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

[pathfinderq1]

Tyrla barely took the time to get off her horse. She got down only long enough to peek through the door into the "fort", then shook her head in disgust. "Take anything that looks useful, I guess. Then we'll pile the bodies and useless gear inside and set fire to the place."

With her opinion clear, she mounted up again and rode out a bit up the trail. As the others did what they wanted here, she kept her eyes to the north road- it wouldn't do to get surprised by reinforcements...

 

[Vigwyn the Unruly]

Pender, Male Human Fighter 6

Pender takes this opportunity to restock his arrows.

"Does anyone recognize this word 'Blackmore'? It sounds like it might be someone's name. In any event, it looks like it must have something to do with Rhest, so it might be important to us."

 

[Dalamar]

"I'll request Kord for the ability to understand the goblin tongue next morning," Siobhan says. "Also, I think setting the fortification to fire might attract more of those little green creatures, but it would seem like a necessary evil."

[sblock=OoC]Prepare Comprehend Languages instead of Divine Favour at next rest. Unless we gain enough XP to level, in which case I'm spending the skill points to actually learn the language.[/sblock]

 

[Redclaw]

I fear it means nothing to me. I don't have significant knowledge of the lands around here, nor the important people. Maybe one of the locals will be able to tell us once we return to one of the villages.

As for burning the outpost, I don't see any alternative course of action. We must prevent their reinforcements from repeating the crimes these have committed. Removing the structure would be a good first step.

 

[Creamsteak]

XP for the previous encounter was 325.

After some preparation, the building is set to burn. Some initial damage to the structure is done to help the fire catch everything, but the simple fortification is still difficult to get into a proper fire. Eventually the structure does catch, and begins to burn quickly, releasing a large black cloud of smoke into the sky above.

 

[pathfinderq1]

Tyrla looked at the rising column of smoke for a few moments, then swept her gaze across the sky. "Well, that ought to bring any other troops nearby at a run... Do we want to move out, or try to set up some kind of ambush and wipe out anything that comes to investigate?"

OOC: If Avril is till on high guard, excellent- if not, Tyrla will suggest that. Even if we move out, we will want to know if anything is responding to our smoke signal.

 

[Pinotage]

Avril - Human Druid (Eagle) - AC 17 - hp 42/42 - Spot +20 - Listen +12
Mandla - Riding Dog - AC 25 - hp 45/45 - Spot +5 - Listen +5

The last of the enemies fell to her allies, and with the literal bird's eye view that she had, she could see clearly how the last seconds of the battle unfolded. She drifted down towards where her allies were gathered, and, hearing of their intent to set fire to the complex, she used the last of her lightning in an attempt to help with just that.

She then swooped down and landed, deciding that with the information they had and what they'd learnt, it would be best if she roamed in the skies ahead to warn them of any trouble. With her keen eyes and senses, she should be able to spot trouble hopefully long before it spotted her. As the black smoke spiraled into the sky, she leapt upward, and started scouting the surrounding area towards Rhest and the Blackmore.

[SBLOCK=OOC]OOC: Avril will stay in eagle form for now.

Spells and Abilities Active:

Barkskin (Avril, 60 minutes)
Wild Shape (Eagle, 6 hours)

Spells Cast and Abilities/Items Used:

Barkskin
Call Lightning
Wild Shape (1 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): Bull's Strength, Bear's Endurance, Flaming Sphere
Level 3 (3): Cure Moderate Wounds, Sleet Storm

XP: 325 (Blockade)

Avril's Character Sheet [/SBLOCK]

 

[Creamsteak]

Avril doesn't spot anything coming out of the Witchwood or the Blackfens--yet. The smoke, however, is probably visible from fairly deep into either. For the most part, you still have the rest of the day left, so if you choose to travel rather than wait you can get at least part-way into the swamp.

 

[Arkhandus]

Warren the halfling, HP 39/39, AC 23, Child of Shadow stance

"Well," the halfling speaks up, "let's get going and find some cover before it gets too dark. I'd like to not be ambushed in my sleep again."

He takes one of the healing potions from a dead hobgoblin and puts it away where one of his old, drunken potions once was, and mounts up on Serrin again. He's itching for a better fight, or some better loot, since that's all he's around here for. Warren starts thinking again about whether or not the party could find some hobgoblin treasury to loot, and thereby break the gobbos' will to fight since they won't be getting paid....

 

[pathfinderq1]

Tyrla took one last careful look around, but it seemed like no immediate response was forthcoming. She gazed up at the eagle flying high above, then wheeled her horse into line behind Warren. "Indeed. Let us put some distance behind us. It certainly feels better to be striking them, rather than having them hit us."

OOC: Ready to roll out, but keeping careful watch in case anything comes looking- though hopefully Avril will spot them first...