Kulan: Knightfall's Heroes of Carnell Game [IC]

Angus says to Mabon, in Dhaoninian, "Aef et cooms doon t'et, Ah caen kape th' baeg bastie beezey, whale th' raest a'ye take aet Tarrak. Trells 'ere scarey thangs, theae are."
"If it comes down to it, I can keep the big beastie busy, while the rest of you take out Tarrak. Trolls are scary things, they are."
 

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"It seems that I have arrived just in time," a voice rings out with hoof beats as a woman on a fine roan steed gallops out of the dark of the night. A tall statuesque half-elven woman stops in front of Sir Ghal and the gathered heroes and pulls back her hood. Screech wings in quietly and lands on one of the timbers of the old smithy. "I am Syndra Stormraven, and I come to aid of Carnell's people against these undead invaders. Where is Caerth Heart-of-Oak?"

"I assume he is at the front lines already, several miles from here to the north," Sir Ghal says. "We are glad to have your help, Lady Syndra."

"I am no lady, and I fight for the innocent child and the natural world, not for you and your kind, knight." She whistles at Screech. "Go find your master, bird. I will be right behind you as soon as I get a fresh horse."

Screech hoots and flies away towards the north where he knows Caerth will be waiting for him.

Syndra easily dismounts and looks the others gathered around Sir Ghal. She smiles at Angus and bows to him. "A child of the northlands. I am honored to meet you, Quessir Ebrath," she says in perfect Centaur. "Now, about that horse?"

"We're running low, lass," Mabon says. "Two wagons with near half the villagers have left for Fort Symas, but there should be few mounts left in the stables." Mabon points towards the inn.

Syndra nods. She glances at Phar casually, almost coolly. She rushes off to the stables and comes back with a horse for her and two other with an anger member of the militia chasing after her on foot. Mabon hold up his hand and orders the man to go finish setting up the perimeter around the village.

"Now, show me the way," Syndra says. It's more like and order than a request. "Caerth's message said they will be here soon, and I don't want him to have all the fun." She smiles at Angus again. "Fae Ausa Emar, shall we?"

She whispers in her horses ears and the mount snorts. The horse is soon in full gallop towards the north. She laughs and looks back to see if Angus is following her.

"Careful lad," Mabon warns Angus. "She's thought to be a little mad in the head."

OOC: Quessir Ebrath means "Elf Friend" and Fae Ausa Emar means "One with Honor."
 

Maur awakens from his trance filled with renewed purpose and, his faith confirmed unequivocally. His is blessed indeed, how can he fail with such support. And his companions have the support of their respective pantheons, death is nothing in a conflict like this except it may lower the chances of others. His duty is then to put his armor and shield, bone and sinew, will and faith in front of the coming darkness.

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Angus says to Mabon, in Dhaoninian, "Aef et cooms doon t'et, Ah caen kape th' baeg bastie beezey, whale th' raest a'ye take aet Tarrak. Trells 'ere scarey thangs, theae are."
"If it comes down to it, I can keep the big beastie busy, while the rest of you take out Tarrak. Trolls are scary things, they are."
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"Aye, friend, good plan...except that I should hold the troll. It is of the giant kind and dwarves are good against those overgrown mold-for-brains"

"I had a vision too and receuved powerful blessing."

Maur produces his hammer and shows it to the group. Instead of its usual gray metal, the head is now sparkling bright silver with a faint aura around it.
"This will hurt both were-creature and the undead. Lesser undead will simply dissolve on touch. If the troll is both it is out of luck."
 
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Angus perks up, speaking Centaurish with a sigh of relief, "Pleased to meet you, Protector Syndra. It is an honor for me as well. I too, am here to protect the innocent, and to avenge the Forest Lady and her sister for the innocent blood that has already been spilled. Meilikki does not look kindly on despoilers, and their fates this day are sealed, if I have any say in the matter. I am honored to accompany you to the field of battle. I also hope to do my clan proudly this day. I am an adopted son of the Chief of Clan MacKillan. Discipline, duty, honor, and courage."

Angus marvels at Maur's hammer.

Angus says, in Dhaoninian, "Aet's eh thang a'bayooty, et es. Baet ah naever goot aloong wet th'giant ken aether. Do ye waenna oorm-wraestle fer't?"

Angus laughs heartily.

"It's a thing of beauty, it is. But I never got along with the giant ken, either. Do you want to arm-wrestle for it?"

Angus moves to follow Syndra, and at Mabon's remark, he simply smiles.

Angus says, in Dhaoninian, "Ae'm 'edded thaer ainywaes."

"I'm headed there anyways."
 

Finding quickly tabaxi senechal he asks for the gem of some value.

"Good senechal, I need a gem, a single stone of good value. I can pay from my part of the treasure that the group brought back, but I need it now at the barricades. It is a component for a powerful anti-undead spell. Please see if you can find such. I need to ride out so quickly please."

He prepares to ride out with the nobles, hoping the cat-man can find what is required.

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When Maur arrives at the prepared barricade he adds his own magical repertoire to the defenses, praying for the consecration of the battlegrounds. This is not a full-scale war, but ordained champions thrive in conflicts of greater scope than group skirmishes.

Hopefully, the enemy will come through this way...or the locals may lose this fight before it starts.


"The protection of our gods is with us. Hold the wall and don't charge after any random breakthrough. We will probably be attacked from above too. Keep vigilant and call out immediately if you notice anything strange in the air."
He instructs the militia, somewhat to the consternation of their commanders who already said similar things.

OOC: Casting Consecrate on the area in front of the barricades and extending into space beyond (20' emanation for the next 14 hours) - +3 to turn the undead and all undead suffer -1 on attack rolls, DAMAGE, and saves.

The idea is that undead have to pass through and stay in the area as long as they don't breach the barricades and 1 or 2 squares inside (not equal everywhere due to circle arc)

Cast Celestial Brilliance on a suitable gem (needs at least 350gp :( - hopefully, we will have some)
 

OOC: reviewing my items I have something for one of NPCs. Hammer orb is standard action activation for spiritual weapon on steroids.

Someone besides Maur could activate it once Tarrak appears.

Maur will also have one tanglefoot bag within easy reach, just in case.

Qi should be present to see Tarraks destruction
 

As orders are given, Maur gives those in positions on the edge of the formation and those on the lookouts pieces of metal with holes in them. He demonstrates by blowing into one producing a high-pitched piercing whistle.
"Blow once if you see the enemy. Twice if you need immediate assistance."

OOC: @Knightfall if Maur got the shrine spell in addition to his normal complement (yes, I know, I'm asking :) ) - he would choose protection from energy. He would cast it as the last preparation is done (it lasts for 70 minutes) - lightning protection

He has 5 whistles so he distributes them among the guards and lookouts.
Finally, he gives one Moradins holy symbol to the dwarven smith and asks if anyone else follow Morndinsamman (this affects recitation spell)
 



An excited screech tells Caerth that his owl friend has returned, and the half-orc turns to see his animal companion flying over a half-elven woman on horseback. Angus rides alongside her.

"Sister Stormraven," he calls out in a warm greeting, using her last name as a druidic title similar to his own, Heart-of-Oak. Screech lands on his outstretched arm without a sound.

"Nature's blessings that you have come," he says in the Druidic language, making a very small bow to a fellow protector of the wilds. Returning to the common language, Caerth says, "Many undead are coming, cultists of a demon goddess. They bring a wolftroll."

He proceeds to show her the anticipated battleground, including the preparations both magical and mundane that have already been done.
 

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