D&D 5E (IC) Scourge of Daggerford

[tglassy]

Titus takes first watch while in Wolf form, until he is forced to transform back, then collapses in a bed. The wounds of the day had added up, and he felt sore.

OOC: Wolf has advantage on smell based perception, if he needs it. Also, vote long rest. I'm almost out of hp, and I'd like to regain my single spell slot.

 

[FitzTheRuke]

The elves so clearly enjoyed Dandin's music that they felt sufficiently refreshed and offered to take the majority of the watch. Most of the Daggerfordians found their way to clean bunks for a much needed afternoon nap. The Julkounians worked on clearing the tunnel, but these were weavers, not sappers, and they did not get far. (The people for the job were left with Drui in the Quarry, after having been rescued from a chain-gang guarded by worgs.)

The grateful Julkounians served food (from the bunkroom stores) and patched holes in the Daggerfordian's clothes. The day wore on and the Elves reported a few attempts had been made to open the door to the covered bridge from the cellars, but aside from one frustrated-sounding bang, all attempts had been half-hearted and unsuccessful.

Morwin the Tressym returned through a window on the covered-bridge and reported to Titus that the Red Wizard had left the city by river-boat about four hours ago, heading downstream. He had unsuccessfully attempted to organise an assault on the cellars, but had been refused. As predicted, the death of Shorgg and his Captains had demoralised the goblin horde. Morwin had seen a large group of hobgoblins exit the town heading north.

There were still many goblins about, but most had fallen into disorganised groups, prone to in-fighting.

OOC: Successful Long Rest. Not quite time for a level-up yet.

 

[gargoyleking]

Feeling refreshed and reinvigorated by the rest and the subsequent news of Hobgoblin retreat, Dandin grinned at the others.

"Maybe we can just clear out whatever is left and take this place back afterall? I'd hate to see a fine town like this left to goblins..."

 

[Kobold Stew]

Tommi watches the goblins from his hidey hole for a little while, but when he realizes that he can shudder the door again, and drop to the floor, he does so, confident that someone will be able to watch the access point, and that with time he could make the jump safely again, if needed.

When he sees that others are offering to take watch though, he lies down and sleeps. He dreams of the General, yelling at him, that rough, torn voice howling a language Tommi could not understand. But then when he looked again, the head wasn't attached to anything. It was just sitting there, where he had left it, in the kitchen.

When he wakes, Tommi finds that he still has the hobgoblin's foul blade with him. He washes it off, and somehow it looks dirtier than it did before -- a dark lead colour that belies its light weight. Not knowing what to do with it, he affixes it to one of the outer loops of his backpack. He turns to his sling -- unwrapping it from around his wrist, and wrapping it up again, counting the stones in his pocket. This is what he's more comfortable with.

 

[Fradak]

Standing against the wall, the Construct was inert. One could easily mistake him for an inoffensive decorative armor and pass in front of him without realizing that the Shield Guardian was fully aware of his surrounding.

During six hours, everything he saw, from the shaman and his serpents to the Wizard and his Darkenbeast, was recorded and analyzed, carefully studied to find the weak points in their strategy. When enough data were collected, Enseth came out of sentry mode.

His body was marked by the recent combats. The acid burns, the cuts on his platting, his shattered eye and the poor ORB3. Time to fix this.
A few minutes later, ORB4 was hovering around Enseth, helping his master to repair his broken body.

Then Enseth walked to his friend, "Number 7, reporting for duty. Lets take this city back."

 

[tglassy]

Titus swung his legs over the side of the bed, sitting up. He ran his hand over his Dave, which was prickly as he hadn’t shaved in a few days. He considered the previous evening, being a wolf, and the exhilaration it gave him. He liked it. He looked down at his hands. How powerful he had been. Although, he would need more practice to make it useful.

Magic. It was amazing. He wanted more. He felt on the edge of a new understanding of it, and his ability with it.

But for now, they needed to clear out the city. He stood and got dressed, donning his armor, and placing the wolfskin cloak on his shoulders. He could feel the magic within, waiting to give him the wolf form once more. He refrained. Better to use it when he really needed it.

He buckled his sword on and went to join the others.

 

[KahlessNestor]

Angis Honack
Julkoun/Goblin barracks
10 PM
Round 0

Angis lay still through the night. Someone bandaged his wounds and tended to his armor and weapons, but he never stirred, like a stone. Finally in the morning he snorted awake.

“Moradin’s big brass ones!” Angis exclaimed. “Fock, I ‘urt!” He was sore and stiff, but seemed to be back in one piece. “Thank’ee, lass,” he said to the woman who had watched over him. She handed him an ale, and it was apparent she knew just what did a dwarf good in the morning! He quaffed it deeply and gasped with pleasure, foam in his beard, as he finished. “Tha’ really ‘it the spot, lassie!”

Gingerly Angis got back into his armor, doing some stretches to loosen up, careful of his injuries. They had done a remarkable job stitching him back together.

“Did ye leave any gobbies f’r me?” Angis asked the others as he spun his axes into their holders at his belt.

[sblock=Angis’ Actions]
Save:
Move:
Free Object Interaction:
Action:

Bonus Action:

Horde Breaker:
Reaction: Absorb Elements or Opportunity Attack
Conditions:
Concentration:
Inspiration:
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[sblock=Mini Stats]
Initiative: +1
Perception: +4
Speed: 25
AC: 14
HP: 3/31 HD: 2/3d10+2

Bolts: 15
Bolts used:

Spells
1) 0/3 Absorb Elements, Cure Wounds, Hunter’s Mark
4/4 Boon of the Elk. Can cast Knock four times (without the loud sound) as an Action. Until he uses the last one, non-good aligned Fey count among his Favoured Enemies.
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[sblock=Party Loot]
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[sblock=Goals]
Stop at Julkoun and ask about Estor the priest for Hadesha, the priestess of Chauntea in Daggerford. DEAD
Find out the fate of the storyteller Findledan (Jester’s Pride tavern) for the dryad Oyfanen outside Julkoun.
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[sblock=Party]
Tommi - human rogue urban bounty hunter
Dandin - halfling bard guild merchant
Enseth - warforged war cleric shield guardian
Angis Honack - dwarven ranger outlander merchant
Drui Holderhock - dwarven cleric of Tempus soldier
Titus - human Waterdhavian noble fighter
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[tglassy]

“We thought we’d let them breed a bit, just to give you a challenge,” Titus said to the dwarf with a smirk.

 

[FitzTheRuke]

Julkoun Cellars, About 10 PM

It was late in the evening when the Daggerfordians left their Julkounian rescuees in the bunkroom. The covered bridge was dark, and the elves stationed there reported no recent activity at the door. They could see the closest watchtower from the bridge's eastern window, and it had been abandoned. Smoke obscured the night sky. It was probable that the goblins were beginning to set fire to the town.

OOC: Where to first? Do you want to leave the Elves to guard the townsfolk?

 

[gargoyleking]

Julkoun Cellars, About 10 PM

It was late in the evening when the Daggerfordians left their Julkounian rescuees in the bunkroom. The covered bridge was dark, and the elves stationed there reported no recent activity at the door. They could see the closest watchtower from the bridge's eastern window, and it had been abandoned. Smoke obscured the night sky. It was probable that the goblins were beginning to set fire to the town.

OOC: Where to first? Do you want to leave the Elves to guard the townsfolk?

OOC: I think that's a good idea for now. Also, the townsfolk should have been able to grab weapons and armor from the fallen enemy troops to at least be able to help defend. Edit: Maybe bring one brave townie for a guide?

As they walked across the covered bridge Dandin waved back at the pickets behind them. He felt his energy returning to him and wanted another chance at showing the greenskins the error of their ways.

"Well, so much for, 'We're on our way back'... Alright, shall we see about saving more townsfolk first?"