Dawnforge - The True Kings

"My abilities at spotting things as a scout are fairly lacking, unfortunately. I work best as a negotiator or fighting a small group of enemies. I fear I would have been significantly more useful to the Rain if it weren't for the fact that a Trueborn would have blown their cover immediately. Ironic, that. I can also allow remote communication, as I did with the Rain and the general, though I doubt that is very helpful."

"Frankly, I'm quite impressed by the invisibility spell your wizards have prepared, but it also makes me slightly hesitant--any Wizard who could even fathom that sort of spell is already more talented and practised in their art than I am in mine, which leads me to believe that you may already be employing troops more experienced than any of our little band."
 

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"We have few wizards that can make such things, but they have created them for situations like this. Those who are skilled in such arts are often kept away from the battlefield, for their skill in artifice surpasses their abilities in warfare. But... where and how do you want to help, then? Do you want to go ahead and meet the Rain when the leave Dominion territory? Or do you have another idea in mind?"
 

"I don't know. Just stick me somewhere, and by Alharra's grace I'll just try to not die. I'm actually pretty good at that, not dying. Maybe I can trick an opponent into thinking I'm a worthwhile target and trying to attack me. If you have any heavy armour, like maybe full plate, I could wear that and survive fairly well in the fray--I'm rather hard to hit with this shield and full plate. I may not be able to land any blows myself, though. The only offensive things I can do are to summon heralds of Alharra and strike in a small cone with Alharra's Blades, so I'll likely do so wherever I'm sent. The heralds are about as strong as a decently seasoned recruit, and they're also hard to defeat, but they vanish back to the Spirit after a mere half a minute with us."
 

Isida Kep'Tukari said:
"Probably. We're just trying to get everything coordinated and his orders and opinions are needed. They are, of course, needed right this second, no matter what he's doing," Ivarn says with a sigh. After that, Galen can rest for a while, and prepare what spells he needs to for the coming battle.

In the morning, he finds himself in a protected position behind the archers, slightly on a rise and behind some illusionary terrain. He can see the beleaguered Dominion army beginning to form up, even as the forms of the flying demons can be seen in the west. He has a plethora of targets to choose from... pikeman, light infantry, archers, the mounting calvary, the few commanders he can see...

Galen looks over the mass of creatures and feels a slight despair. How can I make a difference here? he wonders. How can I accomplish what I think I may have to if I can't handle a few demons? Galen sighs and shakes his head. Taking a deep breath he begins to concentrate on the moment.

I suppose there's not much point in worrying about the grunts. I can't do much there. I may be able to distract their leaders, though. The elf surveys the commanders he can see to see what is around them and tries to guess about how far away they are. He also looks for the shock troops on his own side that he might be able to help with some enhancements.
 

Jillian, female wood elf rogue

Isida Kep'Tukari said:
The archers begin to focus on the aloof commanders, and Jillian can see three within range to choose from. One wears heavy black plate, unusual for a tiefling, spiked and terrible to look upon. He is upon a tremendous green-scaled beast with stunted wings, carrying a huge flail in one hand and bellowing at his soldiers with the lungs of a dragon.

The second is a slender woman with elaborate spiky horns poking out through her helmet. She bears a black whip that she uses to urge her regiment on, the energy flickering along its tip sparking in the damp air. The third wears little in the way of armor, but she has deep red skin and a lashing tail, and something glitters cruelly on her taloned hands.

Jillian chooses her target, the one in the heavy black plate upon the green beast. For her first attack against her target, she uses a regular arrow to get a feel for the distance and defenses of the fiend. She aims and lets her arrow fly.

OOC: Arrow; 1d20+11; damage: 1d6+7 (from Aim is True); Range increment: 60 ft.
 

"Alharra be blessed. I will charge in and attack those that attack us. With her blessing I will see my way through the battle and on to another day." Sir Aravir will comment. When the time comes he will kick his steed into action and try to bring as big a distraction as possible.
 

Winter aka Hiitar Vain, male teifling

Isida Kep'Tukari said:
If your friend doesn’t need you for his little bout of fun, perhaps we can return to my tent for a fine dinner,” she says with a very slight smirk, ignoring the cries from the pit with the ease of long experience.

He calls himself Darvekis Shadowbane. I take it the wretched spy didn’t give you his real name when he betrayed you? Figures. If you want to kick him around a bit, feel free, but the masters want him in the summoning pits, so his death is not yours,” the commander says with a callous air, stepping back a half-pace.

OOC: I’m running this in two different time-frames right now, the Thunder is slightly ahead of the Rain right now, just so you know.

Winter lets a smile of triumph play over his features.

"That is the one I want. As for killing him, I have no such intention. I want him to live as long as possible. To suffer as much and for as long as possible."

Winter glances around.

"I would like some time with him. I want him to know I have come, and seen his fall. I want some time to enjoy his suffering, to see the misery in his eyes, smell his dispair."

Winter grins happily.

"Is there somewhere quiet we could go? I want to enjoy this."

[sblock=ooc]OK, thanks. We will need to get a move on. The plan was to have Darvekis in hand before the news of the attack gets out and spooks the guards. Hopefully we can still make it happen.

So, how does this connection between Winter and Raymond work? Is it on-line now? If so, Winter will let Raymond know that they are at the cells, and close to getting to Darvekis.[/sblock]
 

The Thunder, before dawn

Rystil Arden said:
"I don't know. Just stick me somewhere, and by Alharra's grace I'll just try to not die. I'm actually pretty good at that, not dying. Maybe I can trick an opponent into thinking I'm a worthwhile target and trying to attack me. If you have any heavy armour, like maybe full plate, I could wear that and survive fairly well in the fray--I'm rather hard to hit with this shield and full plate. I may not be able to land any blows myself, though. The only offensive things I can do are to summon heralds of Alharra and strike in a small cone with Alharra's Blades, so I'll likely do so wherever I'm sent. The heralds are about as strong as a decently seasoned recruit, and they're also hard to defeat, but they vanish back to the Spirit after a mere half a minute with us."
Sir Terra sighs, and gets an odd expression on her face, as if there was something she wasn't quite sure if wanted to say. "Then I shall ask you to ride with our newest knights and squires, and to guard them by Alharra's grace. There is set of parade-armor I know of that would fit you. It's a bit too hard to keep clean here, which is why it isn't being worn, but it's good armor nevertheless. I think that will serve.

Ssrian is thusly bedecked like knight, placed on a charger, and carefully strapped in so he doesn't fall. Careful arrangement conceals much of the obvious buckles, and the chaos of combat should do the rest.

The Thunder, just after dawn

Sir Aravir charges into battle, Shade's iron-shod hooves flying, the war cries and trumpet calls of the Knights Adamant ringing in his ears. Battle hymns fill the air on magic winds, bringing courage to the Knights, and keeping the droning of Dominion war-chants from their hearing. The front lines loom closer and closer, an arc of glimmering pikes, a wall of steel-tipped trees hiding the mounted tiefling commanders. Explosions of fire and lightning blast into the line just before you, injuring many, but more importantly bringing down the horse-killing wall of pikes.

The knights sweep into the breach, swords swinging, hammers crushing, blood flowing on both sides. A dominion legionnaire is skewered by a lance, a knight's horse is run through by a pike, a burned soldier staggers into the path of a morning star, a Kingsmarcher is yanked from his horse... Sir Aravir takes a few slashes to the legs, and another to his shield arm, but lays about himself with deadly fury, making as much noise as possible. Five of the Knights Adamant break through to the mounted commanders, who began fleeing before they were even engaged...

Ssrian found himself at the tail end of the charge, howling along with the other knights. They crashed into light infantry, trying to slow the swift and moble troops, an often overlooked but still deadly part of the Dominion. Swords and whips flew from the Dominion side, to be met with maces and hammers be the knights. When the whips threatened to disarm the young Kingsmarchers, Ssrian would blind them with crystals, or bring his trained mount between them, his own mental armor and fleeting servants rendering very hard to hit, and his bright armor making him too great a target to resist...

Galan found himself with a line of other arcanists, bestowing magial gifts of strength or protection on the skirmishers before they galloped out to the lines. Sighting the commanders, he could easily spy a few within range of a nice, friendly acid arrow, or a magic missile, and a small group that was far too tempting to leave off a stinking cloud. Galan's missiles and arrows, if not immediately deadly, often provided a distraction for a Kingsmarch soldier, or even simply caused the commander to flee to a different area, leaving her command with no orders to follow...

Jillian found the range with a few regular arrows, and a few around her helped wear down the resistance he had, their arrows suddenly going from disintigrating against the air in front of him to clanging off his armor. Now was the time! Jillian knocked one of her precious fiend-bane arrows, sighted, and loosed! It flew true and straight, striking the black-armored abomination under the jaw. He stiffens and slumps on his mount, which begins first to be restive, then starts to stomp about, then finally lunges for one of the aides...

~~~

The Rain, pre-dawn

doghead said:
Winter lets a smile of triumph play over his features.

"That is the one I want. As for killing him, I have no such intention. I want him to live as long as possible. To suffer as much and for as long as possible."

Winter glances around.

"I would like some time with him. I want him to know I have come, and seen his fall. I want some time to enjoy his suffering, to see the misery in his eyes, smell his dispair."

Winter grins happily.

"Is there somewhere quiet we could go? I want to enjoy this."
"I can get you somewhere kinda private, but I can't leave you totally alone," the man says with a smirk. Winter greases his palm again, as expected, and Darvekis is hauled from the pit and bound. The small group is led to a half-finished summoning pit, and two guards remain at a discrete distance.

"Come to make me tender for your master, demon dog?" Darvekis opens pleasently, the smiling expression on his face revealing he intends to get hit for his troubles.

Off to the side, the antlered tiefling woman and Ebony seem to be hitting it off fairly well. She is, by all appearances, seducing him. Then again, if Ebony were the kind of man to be seduced in public by one of his enemies, he wouldn't be on this mission. She seems to be disinclined to wait for the comforts of a tent, and the prospect of fresh meat combined with the show of a viscious beating has apparently roused her appatite.
 

Galan begins with the stinking cloud and then a web. He'll summon a celestial hippogriff with summon monster III to harry another commander. Any particularly nasty looking groups will get screaming explosion and summon swarm dumped on them from his scrolls. After that he will assist some allies with enlarge person and bull's strength.
 

Sir Aravir grits his teeth and bears the pain. His legs burning and his shield-arm nearly limp, he makes it through the lines and sees the commanders in front of him. His courage regained he stands in the saddle letting his Trueborn divine heritage shine forth, he tries to rally the knights around him "On me!! On me!! Charge!!!" He then pushes Shade and brings Soulforge to bear. He then charges at the commanders.
 
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