HEROES OF DYVERS CHAPTER 5

[Diarmadhim]

"Now is as good a time as any to go. Let's bring some bastards to murder." With that, I move into the rain. "My spells won't last all night," I add with a chuckle.

 

[Sylvar B.]

Sylvar follows Dewyyd into the rain. He walks slow enough to make sure everyone can keep up, but fast enough to cover the ground from the tunnel to the palisade wall quickly...Out of curiousity Sylvar looks through the space between the poles making up the wall.

 

[redraider629]

Thallok and Kleborn follow Sylvar and Dewvyd, ready for whatever comes their way.

 

[MacConnell]

Lathir, suddenly realizing where he is, returns to the tunnel, jogs back up to the overlook, shifts into an owl, and takes flight over the fort.

 

[Tellerian Hawke]

Sylvar follows Dewyyd into the rain. He walks slow enough to make sure everyone can keep up, but fast enough to cover the ground from the tunnel to the palisade wall quickly...

It takes four rounds (24 seconds) to cover the distance (60 yards) to the gate, at a pace where everyone can stay together and stay invisible.

GM: A total of 5 rounds have now elapsed from all spell durations.

...Out of curiosity Sylvar looks through the space between the poles making up the wall.

Sylvar, when you look through the gap, you are surprised to see, just on the other side of the gate, an impressive-looking Hill Giant, wearing what looks to be a shirt of masterwork chainmail---it must be so, because the links are wrapped individually in leather, which is excruciating for an armorer to execute---holding a whip, ordering the Wolves inside, into wherever the single door (see map) leads. The Wolves seem glad to come in out of the rain, but they give the Giant---or is it his whip?---a wide berth. The Giant also wears a massive Greatsword on his back, and wears a black, metal helm with purple stars painted on it.

As soon as the last Wolf is inside, he follows them in, closing the door behind him. The courtyard is now empty, and deathly quiet, except for the noise of the rain.

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As this is happening, Lathir flies over the fort in the form of an owl, cursing silently to himself about how difficult it is to fly in the rain. Lathir notices that the guard in the tower is awake, but not really paying attention; he is huddled in a corner, wrapped in his cloak, trying to stay dry. It is doubtful that he can see anything from his present position.

Lathir also notes that there is one, lone guard remaining in the courtyard, just on the other side of the gate. He too, is huddled up in a cloak, his club lying on the ground, albeit in easy reach. He is leaning against the palisade wall, but thankfully, not against the gate itself.

GM: Lathir, you have another 3, maybe 4 rounds at the most before you will be forced to land due to wet feathers.

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GM: A total of 6 rounds have now elapsed from all spell durations.

EVERYONE: What do you do?

 

[Waynan]

Tam-Tam, hangs close, like glue, to Sylvar, until he finds the opportune moment (to take care to alllow for any reinforcements against his other friends and party members), follows where Sylvar leads --- at the moment.

 

[MacConnell]

Once More into the Fray

As this is happening, Lathir flies over the fort in the form of an owl, cursing silently to himself about how difficult it is to fly in the rain. Lathir notices that the guard in the tower is awake, but not really paying attention; he is huddled in a corner, wrapped in his cloak, trying to stay dry. It is doubtful that he can see anything from his present position.

Lathir also notes that there is one, lone guard remaining in the courtyard, just on the other side of the gate. He too, is huddled up in a cloak, his club lying on the ground, albeit in easy reach. He is leaning against the palisade wall, but thankfully, not against the gate itself.

~Ah, this rain is detrimental to flight. I will need to land very soon.~

Having to make a decision as how to best serve the rest of the party before he falls from the sky, Lathir / Owl decides to take action to the guard leaning against the wall. Finding great fortune in the removal of the dire wolves, he swoops toward the guard to try to come upon his blind side. Just before landing, about 3' from the ground, Lathir / Owl lifts his wings almost unnaturally, shifting to human form to land on his feet and hopefully employ his spear by surprise.

OOC: In the few moments he has before being forced from the air, Lathir will cast Bull Strength and Cat's Grace upon himself. Initiative: 1d20+8 23 Attack: 1d20+10 24 Attack: 1d20+6 23 **that 1st attack should have been +11

 

[Aust Thale]

Vale - Entering the Fort

The previous evening, after Respen identifies the wand, cloak, and ring, Vale gives the Wand of False Life to Sylvar to accompany Dorinda the Succubus' Wand of Hold Person. "In case we need it. It's arcane magic. If you can't use it, let Respen carry it; perhaps it'll help us." He hands the ogre mage's Cloak of Resistance +2 to Kleborn. "This should adjust to fit you. "He keeps the Dorinda's Ring of Protection +4, affixing it to his left middle finger. He places the ogre leader's Ring of Protection +1 into Respen's portable hole. "I'll use the succubus' ring unless someone has an objection. We shall return these to our spoils once we finish this place. In the meantime, we should use all of the tools, weapons, and magicks at our disposal. Giants are, by and large, not the smartest villains; however, what they lack in creativity they make up for in strength and general meanness. Something that is important. The mage we encountered may not be their only sorcerer. And they are an order of magnitude smarter than an average ogre. We need to take them out of the fight as quickly as we can, should we run into another." Vale is in his element, planning the tunnel, setting about securing camp, and dispensing valuable items to assist in their next engagement.


~ Let's begin this, shall we Mr. Copperbeard? ~

Vale comes out of the hole, seeing Lathir move back up the tunnel, after settling the horses who see Lathir leave. The druid certainly has a way with animals. That pleases Vale, as he has always found animals often to be better company than people. Vale silently places the cover of the makeshift trap door into place, and he moves up behind the others, wary of the roof of the guard tower to the south, to the doors on the north side of the fort, and to the corner, lest some orcs decide to do something new and patrol the outside of the place. They hadn't seen anything approaching that the last few days. Would be unlikely, but poor luck nonetheless if they did now.

He moves up to the left flank, east of the main party, quietly approaching the doors.

~ Methinks we go this way. What you say, Val? Secure this part of the fort, and then deal with what's inside? ~

OOC: Normally, thoughts would be in RED; however, Vale is communicating with Val the Axe; therefore, despite being thoughts, I put the communication in BLUE, but with ~/~ bracketing the thought.

 

[Aust Thale]

Respen to The Fort

Respen has been so preoccupied with assisting the party (largely because he wants the party to actually trust him, instead of thinking he is either criminally naïve or magically compelled, that he didn't say much to Nel. As the group leaves the bunker and moves toward the fort, as she pulls her sword, Respen smiles at her "...ready..." comment, and kisses her gently. He gazes at her for shorter than staring, but longer than simply a glance. "You look ready. You'll do fine. Don't get in a hurry, and resist the urge to move in." He moves a strand of hair away from her tiara and mentally communicates with her.
~ I didn't mean to be distant this morning. My parents were very formal in their relationship, and I'm not very experienced in...this. ~ He puts his forehead to hers.
~ And I don't mean to overstep and tell you how to manage battle. I simply want you to be safe. ~

Respen sighs gratefully as the rain begins, and now whispers to Nel, " It will make it harder to see us or track us. Let's be about this. "
He knows that she must not be used to rain and weather as is on the surface.

He moves quickly, holding her hand as she lets him, pointing first toward where the guard tower is, and then the north gate. As Sylvar moves to look through breaks in the outer fence, Respen has his back opposite Tam about 10' behind him, ushering Nel to watch the northeastern corner of the fort from a few feet east of Respen. He leaves the northwestern corner to other party members.

OOC: Respen Spot & Listen checks to see Lathir fly into the yard and shape change, attacking the guard inside #1d20+9=21/18 respectively in Dice Room GTGE-CHAP5

Respen sees a small blur drop into the yard, and a 'snikt' sound, not entirely sure what he witnessed, given the weather and heavy rain. He thinks for a moment, and his staff appears in his hand.
He moves to the fence on the other side of the gate and peeks into the yard himself.

OOC: I am unsure based on the angle and where this second guard is whether Respen can see Lathir doing his thing.

 

[Waynan]

Tam, keeping with Sylvar, awaits the chance for attack, especially sneak attack, and plans his next moves according to the basic overview of the castle grounds and structures provided by Lathir. He grips his rapier and dagger until his knuckles turn white, but only for a moment; then, Tam relaxes his grip, holding them "loose but tight", firm but not clutching, in the way of the assassin, as he was taught by the Guild.

If anyone was looking, they would see that the oft boyish mien of Tam-Tam had taken on an aged look: jaded, serious, determined, focused and --- murderous.

Yes, If anyone was looking, they may no longer have recognized their whimsical, little partner for the cold killer he now seemed to be. This was business, the kind he had trained for in the Guild known as The Church in Willip-town, and Tam meant for business to be good, not just for himself but for these, his, band of brothers (and sister? --- hmm, a Drow sister...). The distracting thought of Nelvandra nearly softens his hard visage into one of whimsical pondering, but Tam quickly retains it back --- and in full.