D&D 5E Ironfang Invasion (IC)


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GM:
The battle is won and the fire will spread fast. What you want to do is always in your hands.
Of course the newly rescued NPC's may have some requests of the heroes because who doesn't request great deeds from heroes.
 


Harb Half-Elf Paladin

Harb mutters as the light fades from the Hobgoblins eyes. "One" He then runs to the back room, Helping get the injured towns person into the back.
"I fear you won't make it like this, here let me help you" Harb says to the injured man as he touches his hand to the mans chest and a glow starts to emanate from it, seeping into the mans wounds. "Now lets all get out of here."

[sblock=Action] Lay on hands for 2 points.[/sblock]
 

OOC: Stopping in the workroom to grab the ingredients for the "stump remover." If it looks like the fire's getting searingly close, I'll bail, with or without the ingredients.
 

The fire starts to spread quickly as the heroes retreat towards the back of the building. Corsa quickly gathers the “stump remover” ingredients and everyone makes their way back into the alley.

“Thank you, sir.” Vane Oreld the shop owner says to Harb before looking at the group, “thank you all.”

The bartender speaks up, “We are heading out over the bridge, Vane.”

Vane nods his head, “There are more people hiding at the Shrine, I know you have all done a lot all ready but they need our help. Plus they should have some food there."

GM:
The choice on what to do next is up to you. You can head out of town with the people and the supplies you have now, or you can try to rescue more people at the shrine. The blacksmith Kining is on the way to the bridge.
 



Lal stops and concentrate, his brow furrowing.

"The shrine is... on the other side of the village from the bridge, right in front of the Market Bridge. The inn is about halfway between here and there. It's going to be risky that is for sure... we have to circle back, we can't go directly."

He glanced at Harb, still burnt from the previous fight, and having expended his healing magic on the townsperson instead of himself. Well if he wouldn't speak for himself, Lal would have to.

"Can someone spare some healing magic for Harb? He's pretty burnt up"
 

Flint nods. In his mind, he sees again the faces of soldiers, friends, he lost.

"We must help. If we have a chance of saving just one, we should take it," the dwarf argues.

Motioning to Lal, Flint asks, "Show me the way."
 

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