Evilhalfling
Adventurer
Are you attacking one of the archers on the flank or the group with the caster, approaching from the front?
[IC] Evilhalfling's Dark Sun
Are you attacking one of the archers on the flank or the group with the caster, approaching from the front?
FitzTheRuke
Legend
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Evilhalfling
Adventurer
The Battle Turns -
The other slaves look nervously between Blaze and the elven slave, teetering on the edge of breaking.
An archer fires back at Blaze the first one takes him dead in the chest, it sinks pretty deep and that’s never a good sign. The second arrow misses.
A fresh attacker stops to try and finish off the wounded Blaze, but misses badly.
The elvenspell slinger is rocked back by the fearful message playing in his head – and jumps up and runs away. As he flees the darkness in his own soul opened by Plool the webs sealing the door vanish.
Varsk quickly smashes down his enemy and then vanishes amid the wheels of the low wagon.
The raider Cal is fighting takes the blow without flinching but looks around for his partner. He snarls in anger and dives under the wagon after Varsk, but he does not hide as well. [dc 13 to find, varsk is hidden from him]
Dukkoti sizes the bow, and sees the dead elf is also carrying a waterskin, a smaller fancier bottle and a quiver full of arrows.
Chtckh'Chtckh is sheltering behind the NW corner of the burning wagon. He was distracted by the Inix and its platform, and his miss-cast stone bounces off a rocky outcrop and thuds against the box.
The guards come pouring out of the burning first wagon, carrying armfuls of supplies, trade goods and papers. A young well-dressed human man emerges as well and tries to order them back in. “On the second floor, I dropped the Pendant of the Living Storm! someone needs to go get it!”
The elven archers lob a few more arrows at the slaves, then the ones on the north side of the caravan begin to withdraw towards the front, some firing at the approaching cavalry. The Crodlu riders sweep towards the front of the Caravan, riding in a group as many of the archers flee along the same path. The last of the original guards goes down.
Fresh guards begin to pour out of the rear wagon, circling around to the south to attack the elves in melee.
The Mul Captain and the Elves exchange devastating blows and are both badly wounded.
The other slaves look nervously between Blaze and the elven slave, teetering on the edge of breaking.
An archer fires back at Blaze the first one takes him dead in the chest, it sinks pretty deep and that’s never a good sign. The second arrow misses.
A fresh attacker stops to try and finish off the wounded Blaze, but misses badly.
The elvenspell slinger is rocked back by the fearful message playing in his head – and jumps up and runs away. As he flees the darkness in his own soul opened by Plool the webs sealing the door vanish.
Varsk quickly smashes down his enemy and then vanishes amid the wheels of the low wagon.
The raider Cal is fighting takes the blow without flinching but looks around for his partner. He snarls in anger and dives under the wagon after Varsk, but he does not hide as well. [dc 13 to find, varsk is hidden from him]
Dukkoti sizes the bow, and sees the dead elf is also carrying a waterskin, a smaller fancier bottle and a quiver full of arrows.
Chtckh'Chtckh is sheltering behind the NW corner of the burning wagon. He was distracted by the Inix and its platform, and his miss-cast stone bounces off a rocky outcrop and thuds against the box.
It rocks back and forth and the matriarch, slides out a tiny gap under the box, looking like she has no bones at all. She looks around wildly for a new threat. The elven defiler and his group had crossed the riverbed, and the defiler races his hands and creates another massive circle of dying plants, killing off several trees struggling for life on the banks.
The guards come pouring out of the burning first wagon, carrying armfuls of supplies, trade goods and papers. A young well-dressed human man emerges as well and tries to order them back in. “On the second floor, I dropped the Pendant of the Living Storm! someone needs to go get it!”
The elven archers lob a few more arrows at the slaves, then the ones on the north side of the caravan begin to withdraw towards the front, some firing at the approaching cavalry. The Crodlu riders sweep towards the front of the Caravan, riding in a group as many of the archers flee along the same path. The last of the original guards goes down.
Fresh guards begin to pour out of the rear wagon, circling around to the south to attack the elves in melee.
The Mul Captain and the Elves exchange devastating blows and are both badly wounded.
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Leatherhead
Possibly a Idiot.
The cavalry comes, and with it a much needed shot of resolve. Plool isn't going to just leave Graakk to die a slave, not if he can help it. Not like how he was left.
Plool rushes to the side of the fallen dwarf, tearing off his sleeve to make a tourniquet in an attempt to keep what's left of Graakk's lifeblood inside.
Unfortunately, there is nothing the halfling can do at this point. The wound is far beyond what meager understanding Plool can muster. Any chance that Graakk lives will have to depend on what resilience the dwarf can summon.
Plool rushes to the side of the fallen dwarf, tearing off his sleeve to make a tourniquet in an attempt to keep what's left of Graakk's lifeblood inside.
Unfortunately, there is nothing the halfling can do at this point. The wound is far beyond what meager understanding Plool can muster. Any chance that Graakk lives will have to depend on what resilience the dwarf can summon.
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JustinCase
the magical equivalent to the number zero
The fire on his head momentarily goes out as Blaze is hit in the chest with an arrow. With a loud boom as if a keg of oil suddenly explodes, the fire returns and washes out of the genasi, engulfing the elf who tried to hit Blaze with a sword and burning away the protruding arrow.
"Come over here and fight like a man!" he yells to the distant archer, while moving behind the melee assailant to have some cover from any new arrows.
"Come over here and fight like a man!" he yells to the distant archer, while moving behind the melee assailant to have some cover from any new arrows.
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Salthorae
Imperial Mountain Dew Taster
Dukkoti stood to his knee, knocked an arrow, and let fly in one smooth set of motions. His arrow flew true and struck the defiler in his upper arm, then Dukkoti ducked down once again, taking cover from the other archers.
He was the biggest threat to everyone... the archers were retreating.
He was the biggest threat to everyone... the archers were retreating.
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VLAD the Destroyer
Adventurer
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Evilhalfling
Adventurer
FitzTheRuke
Legend
Chick stood indecisively for a moment, twitching his antennae. Then suddenly, he swung his sling and sent a stone straight and true for the defiler. He skittered up onto the burning wagon and grabbed the fallen pendant. Without stopping, he ran as fast and as far away as he could manage.
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