IG's SoW: Rescue at Rivenroar

[industrygothica]

"Aye, we've got this one then!" a voice says from behind. The man approaches and identifies himself as another watchman. "Could use your skills at the bridge, fine combination as yourselves. If we secure it before they retreat, we'll take the lot of them; we'll take this one in for questioning." He points to several others who have arrived with him. "You there! Take them, show them they way!"

 

[The Digger]

Peregrine leans down and rests his hands on his knees, trying to slow down, relax and draw his breath. He coughs harshly to rid his throat and lungs of the stench of fire and death and then slowly straightens up, stretching his muscles as he does so.

"There are more, are there? At the bridge you say? Very well, we will come if you give us a moment to draw our breath."

The halfling puts down his shield and wipes his smoke-blackened face with the back of an almost equally filthy hand - the result was not positive, but felt good! He took three or four deep breaths as he felt some of his energy returning then bent and picked up the shield again.

[sblock=OOC]Short break = healing surge. 6HP recovered 24/27; Surges used 3/6[/sblock]

With a faint smile on his lips he turned to the others. "We are invited to the ball; shall we dance?"

Without awaiting a reply he turned and started towards the bridge.

 

[Erekose13]

"Don't know 'bout dancin Peregrin, but me maul is looking for more gobo heads to smash in. Let's get over to tha bridge. We'll leave this scum with you lad." says Brega ready for more action.

[sblock=ooc]During the short rest on the way there, he'll spend a healing surge to end up at full again. Is that two encounters in a row for another action point?[/sblock]

 

[Shayuri]

Aliyas waits until the hobgoblin is restrained, then nods and joins the others as they head for the bridge. She ranges ahead a bit, with the light quick steps that her folk are noted for, and keeps her bow at the ready.

 

[stonegod]

The newcomer raises an eyebrow, but cautiously follows, making sure the more heavily armored are in front.

 

[industrygothica]

You hurry behind the watchman as he guides you to the bridge. Apparently the plan is to block the raiding party off there to prevent their escape.

Before you reach the bridge another watchman approaches from ahead, and stops to talk in the other's ear. Your guide soon swears loudly, and thrusts his sword into the ground as he turns to meet your eyes. "They've gone! They've passed the bridge already!" The fire burning within this man is visible, the passion clearly evident; there will be no sleep for him this night.

"You there," he says. "It's too dark for tracking now, and Councilman Troyas will be wanting to see you. Take up at the Avandrian Hostel and await his messenger in the morning. Your accommodations are compliments of the good people of Brindol, and of Councilman Troyas himself."

[sblock=OOC]Feel free to use this as a roleplaying opportunity to get to know the new guy.[/sblock]

 

[industrygothica]

[sblock=ooc]Or if you'd rather skip straight to the councilman, we can do that too.[/sblock]

 

[The Digger]

"Well I don't know about you lot but a free bed sounds good to me. I wonder if they include food?" The halflings eyes lit up at the thought of possibly free food. He may have been a paladin, a defender of the weak, but he was still all halfling.

"So what's your name Master Dwarf? Are you coming with us? I'm sure I speak for the others when I say welcome."

 

[Shayuri]

Aliyas is quiet as the group heads for their place of rest. Then, just when it seems that she may spend the whole trip in silence, she says, "The attacks we saw were distractions, I think. Feints to draw the city guards away from their true prize."

She trails off thoughtfully at that.

"I wonder what they were here to do."

 

[stonegod]

"So what's your name Master Dwarf? Are you coming with us? I'm sure I speak for the others when I say welcome."

The dwarf looked a bit distracted as the halfling addressed him. He appeared thinking about something. Hmm? Oh, I am Jormund. A scholar of the arcane arts. As per our elf friend, I was also thinking of what these raiders truly wanted. But as for assisting... Probably should. It appears this town needs the help, and I do need some coin. Dreadful that, but true.