5E Ironfang Invasion (IC)

Ancalagon

Dusty Dragon

JustinCase

the magical equivalent to the number zero
Flints expression turns serious quickly. Grabbing his battleaxe in both hands, the dwarf charges to the nearest hobgoblin still standing, swinging the wellused weapon at the creatures torso.

OOC: Attack: [roll0]
Possible damage: [roll1]
 

JustinCase

the magical equivalent to the number zero
OOC: Crit! Additional damage roll: [roll0]
And if anyone attacks Flint, he'll cast Shield as a reaction.
 

eayres33

Villager
Both remaining Hobgoblin’s fall to the ground dead. The sounds of heavy footsteps and shooting in both common and goblin are heard from the shattered doorway and a cold breeze fills the room.

Aubrin a woman, who appears to be in her 30’s, with a dark complexion and black hair sits up with a struggle leaning on the back of chair. She slowly adjusts the peg that has taken the place of her left leg. Her eyes are clouded and scarred. “Thank you all,” she says quietly.

The male bartender a 40ish year old human stands up behind the bar and echo’s Aubrin’s words, “I thank you as well, you are brave souls.”

The female human and elf nod in agreement.

Aubrin speaks up again, “It. . . sounds like there’s an army outside the door. How did they fall on us without being seen? These damn plains are so flat you can see an elk from two days off, let alone an army!”

Aubrin winces and presses her hands against the oozing wound in her chest. “They sound large. Too large to fight on the ground like honest fools. We need to gather what we can, cross the bridge, and hide out in the Fangwood. I-I know a few secrets that may keep us safe. Should probably figure out how to take down the bridge while we’re at it, else they’ll just march themselves across before we have the chance to hide.”

GM:

I will have a post up in the OOC forum shortly with a few rules on Provision Points.

 

River Song

Explorer
Vindethrevolan “Vin”

"Please tell me it is a wooden bridge?" Vin asks.

Looking around, "Shall we gather blankets, oil, food and the like and get the hell out of here?"
 

SunGold

Villager
"Sounds like a plan," Corsa replies, and then immediately hops over the bar and starts looking for alcohol.
 

FitzTheRuke

Adventurer
Suddenly a man rushes through the front door. He is wearing blood-soaked traveler's clothes over chainmail and carrying a large boarding pike, like one you'd see on a ship.

"There are Hobgoblins out there, and a LOT of them."
he exclaims, looking over his shoulder. Then he turns to see the fallen hobgoblins, and realizes that the door he just came through has been smashed. He looks only a little embarrassed, and he stoops to pick up a large iron-bound piece of solid oak - the ram the hobgoblins had used to break the front door in. "Might come in handy." He shrugs.

"You got a back door? Or better yet, smuggler's tunnels? If so, I suggest we all take it."
 

Ancalagon

Dusty Dragon
Lal Qalandar looks at the newcommer as he abandoned his battle trance. He sighed unhappily - the village didn't deserve this calamity. They never did...

"Hello stranger, please join us as there is strength in numbers. We are leaving in but a moment..."

As he speaks, Lal opens a sack and begins filling it with food, looking especially for things that will keep a little - fruit, bread, cheese, cured meats..."

He briefly pauses and looks at the barkeep. "My apologies good sir, but we are in a rush. I suggest you come with us, I'm afraid your fine inn is doomed..."
 

eayres33

Villager
Aubrin smiles dryly as she address Vin, “Yeah, about that, it’s stone. However there have been some repairs that were left unfinished. Some of it is only supported by wooden braces. We have had some issues on the price of the replacement with Kining our local smith.”

The bartender jumps over the bar and helps Aubrin to her feet. He looks at the man who just entered the tavern, “Yes we have a back door. Jet’s probally back there unlocking it as we speak, there is a limited amount of stores in the back, but our friend is right, we should be moving on, there isn’t going to be much time before we get more visitors.”

GM:
On the Hobgoblins Vin finds the symbol of the Ironfang Legion a tri colored banner of a red stripe with three small stars, a brown stripe with a dagger and a red stripe with a large star.

Each hobgoblin has 1 Provision point worth of food, 1GP, one shield, one longsword, and one set of chain mail.
Behind the bar Corsa finds 4 kegs of beer worth 0 Provision points, 1 cask of wine, 2 quarts of rum and 3 quarts of bourbon.
 

SunGold

Villager
Corsa doesn't even look up from her pack, which she's hurriedly stuffing both quarts of rum and one quart of bourbon into. "Hello Loosh, I'm Corsa, and I'll be carrying the rum. Help yourself to the bourbon though," she adds, looking up with a wink.
 

FitzTheRuke

Adventurer
Loosh takes off his backpack and stuffs the rest of the bourbin in, and any food that will fit. He takes this opportunity to strap on the hobgoblin ram by its rugged iron handles.

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River Song

Explorer
OOC: Vin will collect the emblem, food, and the coins and leave the rest.


Looking around he races upstairs and strips some of the beds of their blankets and tosses them down to the others. "Here, use these to carry what we can. And someone grab some oil!"
 

JustinCase

the magical equivalent to the number zero
Aubrin smiles dryly as she address Vin, “Yeah, about that, it’s stone. However there have been some repairs that were left unfinished. Some of it is only supported by wooden braces. We have had some issues on the price of the replacement with Kining our local smith.”
"Ah, but that means we can tear it down with ease," the now bloodspattered dwarf chimes in. "Just show me the bridge and I'll tell you how best to collapse it."

Flint looks around and hesitates. All the possible provisions are already gathered by others, so the dwarf turns to the newcomer.

"Loosh, how many hobgoblins did you see? Any other races? Possibly survivors left in town?"
 

FitzTheRuke

Adventurer
"Uh... I didn't count. Hundreds, at least. People were fleeing. They were rounding them up. Probably taking them as slaves. The thing I want to know is... Where did that black TOWER come from?"

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