Remember the Cavindale! (As his betters, i think we have a duty to help him)
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Dakkareth
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Jobis: Male half-elven rogue 3
Drums? That doesn't sound good.
Quietely slipping through underbrush and expertly avoiding dry sticks Jobis sneaks from cover to cover towards the main group in order to decide about actions.
"Everybody, off of the beach and into the trees, NOW!"
The elf's shout echoes through the forest followed by frantic banging and ringing.
Ahhhrrg! Bossing people around is one thing, endangering the party is something completely different. Make sure not to turn your back to me in the future, @$$hole.
Deciding he doesn't want to be found together with the party he hides under a particulary thick bush and watches out out for upcoming dangers.
[OOC: Hide&MS +10, Spot +1. Circumstance to hide? *pleading eyes*
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Drums? That doesn't sound good.
Quietely slipping through underbrush and expertly avoiding dry sticks Jobis sneaks from cover to cover towards the main group in order to decide about actions.
"Everybody, off of the beach and into the trees, NOW!"
The elf's shout echoes through the forest followed by frantic banging and ringing.
Ahhhrrg! Bossing people around is one thing, endangering the party is something completely different. Make sure not to turn your back to me in the future, @$$hole.
Deciding he doesn't want to be found together with the party he hides under a particulary thick bush and watches out out for upcoming dangers.
[OOC: Hide&MS +10, Spot +1. Circumstance to hide? *pleading eyes*
]Toskar (dw Fi3)
Making good time across the beach, Toskar was pleased that Jak and himself had been able to destroy most signs of their passing. However, their hard work was shattered as once more the tree hugger opened his mouth and allowed chaos to issue forth from it.
As the simian creature began banging its bell with an alarming frenzy, Toskar realized that the element of surprise was rapidly slipping away from them all.
"By Moradin's beard...if we live through this elf, I swear I'll personally kill you myself..."
Looking for any location that would give him some cover, Toskar began piling the underbrush on top of him in order to better mask his position, while placing the crossbow nearby for a quick shot if need be.
Making good time across the beach, Toskar was pleased that Jak and himself had been able to destroy most signs of their passing. However, their hard work was shattered as once more the tree hugger opened his mouth and allowed chaos to issue forth from it.
As the simian creature began banging its bell with an alarming frenzy, Toskar realized that the element of surprise was rapidly slipping away from them all.
"By Moradin's beard...if we live through this elf, I swear I'll personally kill you myself..."
Looking for any location that would give him some cover, Toskar began piling the underbrush on top of him in order to better mask his position, while placing the crossbow nearby for a quick shot if need be.
Brother Shatterstone
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Loske: (Female/Half Elf/Ranger 3)
Loske having been crouched over as they advanced down the beach while her eyes where on the caged beast her quick mind determining that the caged creature was a sentry, but a sentry against his will and of little conscience to them as the horribly mistreated creature was probably long past the point of still having any of his senses.
The new sound of drumming meant that someone was making a lot of noise and not capable lf hearing a small and quite party as they tried to sneak past them. This sound did mean that they would need to abandon the beach soon for the cover of the forest, but everything was going better than planed, as they knew where to avoid.
Everything was going as planed into a loud sound came way to quick. Loske nearly jumped in the air as someone screamed:
“Everybody, off of the beach and into the trees, NOW!"
She whirled around to find a dumb looking elf steering at her as the ring of the bell sounded. The look on his face as he tried to cover up his mistake angered her more as he said:
"Oh, *%@#$@. Sorry about that.” Fallowed up, as he tried to sound in charge, with, "this changes nothing, we still need to get to the trees."
As his eyes sweep upon everyone, her look of piercing anger must have drawn him as she quietly but authority spat at him,
(Elvish) “Nice going you loud and ungraceful cow.”
She doesn’t wait for a reply and scans up to find the creature in the cage as her peripheral vision sees everyone is heading for the forest. Her keen eyes look upon the creature to see if it is acting to the noise only or if it actually sees the party upon the beach. If the humanoid sees them she brings her bow to bear as whom or whatever the humanoid is summoning with the bell will know where too look for them. If the creature shows no sign of seeing them than Loske will dart for the forest with the others and hope and pray to Ehlonna, Goddess of the Woodlands, that the creatures summoned will believe that the humanoid has finally lost its mind.
[OOC: Possible attack: (Loske: Mighty composite longbow +2,d8, +7/+2)
Loske having been crouched over as they advanced down the beach while her eyes where on the caged beast her quick mind determining that the caged creature was a sentry, but a sentry against his will and of little conscience to them as the horribly mistreated creature was probably long past the point of still having any of his senses.
The new sound of drumming meant that someone was making a lot of noise and not capable lf hearing a small and quite party as they tried to sneak past them. This sound did mean that they would need to abandon the beach soon for the cover of the forest, but everything was going better than planed, as they knew where to avoid.
Everything was going as planed into a loud sound came way to quick. Loske nearly jumped in the air as someone screamed:
“Everybody, off of the beach and into the trees, NOW!"
She whirled around to find a dumb looking elf steering at her as the ring of the bell sounded. The look on his face as he tried to cover up his mistake angered her more as he said:
"Oh, *%@#$@. Sorry about that.” Fallowed up, as he tried to sound in charge, with, "this changes nothing, we still need to get to the trees."
As his eyes sweep upon everyone, her look of piercing anger must have drawn him as she quietly but authority spat at him,
(Elvish) “Nice going you loud and ungraceful cow.”
She doesn’t wait for a reply and scans up to find the creature in the cage as her peripheral vision sees everyone is heading for the forest. Her keen eyes look upon the creature to see if it is acting to the noise only or if it actually sees the party upon the beach. If the humanoid sees them she brings her bow to bear as whom or whatever the humanoid is summoning with the bell will know where too look for them. If the creature shows no sign of seeing them than Loske will dart for the forest with the others and hope and pray to Ehlonna, Goddess of the Woodlands, that the creatures summoned will believe that the humanoid has finally lost its mind.
[OOC: Possible attack: (Loske: Mighty composite longbow +2,d8, +7/+2)
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infax
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Kelkan keeps as close to the center of the party as he is able. He fails to notice the creature in the cage until most of his companions have slowed their pace to stare at it.
He is still analyzing the meaning of that sentry when he hears the drums. Soon thereafter the elf.
~Damn!~
Seeing the party dispersing to the trees he starts to run in that direction him too. Suddenly an idea strikes him:
"Loskeruina! Can you strike that cage down? Aim to the ropes holding it! That should be our prisoner! Someone else? Warriors? Can you help capture that pitiful creature?"
Independently of his fellow survivors' actions, Kelkan he can't get caught in the open alone. He speeds in the direction of Loske, hoping to start a regroupment. He signals to whomever looks in his direction to join at that position.
~Where is Cale? Where is Jobis?~
He scans the underbrush in search of the scouts, trying to see if they are signaling the direction and number of the marching drums.
He is still analyzing the meaning of that sentry when he hears the drums. Soon thereafter the elf.
~Damn!~
Seeing the party dispersing to the trees he starts to run in that direction him too. Suddenly an idea strikes him:
"Loskeruina! Can you strike that cage down? Aim to the ropes holding it! That should be our prisoner! Someone else? Warriors? Can you help capture that pitiful creature?"
Independently of his fellow survivors' actions, Kelkan he can't get caught in the open alone. He speeds in the direction of Loske, hoping to start a regroupment. He signals to whomever looks in his direction to join at that position.
~Where is Cale? Where is Jobis?~
He scans the underbrush in search of the scouts, trying to see if they are signaling the direction and number of the marching drums.
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alsih2o
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loskes shot rings true, piercing straight through what is left of the miserable creature and it slumps in its cage, the last miserable juices of its existence spilling upon the ground.
the party humps into the forest, the drumming continues.
as you crouch and gather, and the front men hide, you can hear a group of creatures moving towards you quickly through the dense foliage. you cannot see beyond 8-10 feet out, but you can tell it coming from a hard left.
you would guess oyu have 3 rounds.
the party humps into the forest, the drumming continues.
as you crouch and gather, and the front men hide, you can hear a group of creatures moving towards you quickly through the dense foliage. you cannot see beyond 8-10 feet out, but you can tell it coming from a hard left.
you would guess oyu have 3 rounds.
Dog Dwarf Barbarian 1 / Fighter 2 / Crab Food 20
Dog realizes that he has no chance to hide and grabs two handfuls of sand. He quickly covers the handle end of his greatclub with the sand to make it easier to get a good grip.
Seeing everyone else trying to hide is both amusing and irritating to Dog. "Up cowards, if you're going to die it's best to do it on your feet, not on your belly in a puddle of your own urine!"
Dog looks for a good patch of sand to make his final stand. He then takes a knee and looks up into the endless sky. "Moradin, prepare to receive me! I am your anvil. I will make my final stand here and now. Grant my brothers the time and skill to make good their escape!"
(OOC: Greatclub, d10+2, +6 to hit)
(OOC: Greatclub, d10+5, +8 to hit) Raging
Dog realizes that he has no chance to hide and grabs two handfuls of sand. He quickly covers the handle end of his greatclub with the sand to make it easier to get a good grip.
Seeing everyone else trying to hide is both amusing and irritating to Dog. "Up cowards, if you're going to die it's best to do it on your feet, not on your belly in a puddle of your own urine!"
Dog looks for a good patch of sand to make his final stand. He then takes a knee and looks up into the endless sky. "Moradin, prepare to receive me! I am your anvil. I will make my final stand here and now. Grant my brothers the time and skill to make good their escape!"
(OOC: Greatclub, d10+2, +6 to hit)
(OOC: Greatclub, d10+5, +8 to hit) Raging
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