Iron Master's The Raiders of Galath's Roost [IC]

Liksa got off the mount. "Afraid I can't be stealthy with Duxton here making so much noise," she said. She went ahead of the party, about 60', to check that the way was clear and unhindered.
 

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Liksa moves ahead, the others doing their best to stealthily follow. Heading south, the halfling notices a faint trail departing to the left, northeast, from the one they took in, heading away from the site, an alternate route which should lead towards the main road.

As the group prepares to round the northwestern corner of the keep's dry moat, with the intent of passing south along the western flank, they spot a single hiexel tree, surrounded by fallen branches piled deep around the roots, guarding the corner, almost within reach of the nearby forest. Some leaves cling stubbornly to the branches, in ignorance of the fact that they are long brown and lifeless. Liksa is a stones throw ahead, with Kelwan followed by Sparrowhawk and Stor. The first warble of an early rising bird, strangely alone, breaks the morning silence.

As Liksa appreaches the shaggy-barked hiexel tree, she hears something moving within the tangle of branches. She is about fifteen or twenty feet from the tree, about sixty feet ahead of her friends, and about the same distance from the dry-moat ahead and to her left, and the forest trees directly to her right.
 

Liksa freezes, and tries to hide, waiting to see the source of the sound. She puts her hand up to indicate to her companions to halt, hoping they'll see. Her warsling is armed, in preparation.

Hide +11
 

Stor stops short, whether he saw the warning from the Liksa or not, when she disappeared into the brush he knew it was for a good reason. Tensing the pull on his bow, an arrow already at the ready, he crouches, putting him at the level of a normal man.
 

Surprise Round 1

A strange, cat-like creature pokes its head out of the branches. It's head is long, narrow, and frankly, unlovely to look at, with loose, wrinkly folds of skin about the jowls and ears. It is quickly joined by a companion, both of which seem to be focused on the humongous Northerner and Kelwan.

[OOC: Everyone but Liksa is surprised, and flat-footed. During the surprise round, Liksa should roll her initiative, and state what she would like to do, with contingencies. In the following round, everyone else can roll their initiative, and make their own statements. Liksa is about 15 feet away from the creatures. Everyone else is roughly 80 feet away. Erudite, see an email I just sent you.]
 

Liksa spies the creatures, then says softly, "What manner of creature is this?" she says, readying her warsling.
If they attack, she will let fly with a bullet at the nearest one.
If they don't, she moves herself back to the others.


Initiative: 9+4=13
Attack: 13 +7=20
Damage (if hit): 5+2 = 7
 

[Initiative for the creatures:
initiative (1d20+2=9, 1d20+2=22)

Creature 1 = 22
Liksa = 13
Creature 2 = 9]


The first beast, about five feet from nose to rump, suddenly transforms into a skull-visaged monstrosity, all red, glistening muscle and jutting white skullbones, razor mouth producing an unervingly loud scream that slips between its rictus smile, directing its attention towards the poorly hidden Stor. [Ferrix, make a Will save for Stor, please].

Neither seem to notice the clever little hafling with the light step. [Roll Sneak Attack damage Krug, they do not seem to be aware of you, and you hit the one who screams]
 

Liksa realises that the creatures aren't the friendly sort. Spinning her warsling, she lets fly one of her bullets at the beast that has not yet transformed. She still seeks cover in the woods, hoping the creatures can't see where the bullet is coming from.

OOC:
Sneak attack:
Attack roll: 10 + 7 =17
Damage roll (if hit):2 + 3 (Sneak Attack) +2 = 7
 


[OOC: Not yet, Ferrix! It is still the surprise round. The next critter has to go. Erudite and Tenser might as well roll for initiative, but do not roll anything else, yet.]

The second, slightly smaller, feline crouches, and imitates in exacting ugliness the appearance and sound of its companion, but this time directed at Kelwan.
[Kelwan, make a Will save; Ferrix, Stor is mildly scared, and as a result is Shaken; he takes a -2 to all ability checks, skill checks, attack rolls, and saving rolls for the next round.]
 

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