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Brodi, having finally found and relit his pipe rides on over.

Heeeeeeeeey that looks like a religious symbol he says. But I wonder what god it could be...

He slowly puffs on his pipe. Maybe it's like... a dragon pantheon... you know... so the red guy could be their war god, and the green one could be like... farming, you know?
 

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C'mon now! ;) Virashil is a worshiper of Bahamut and with her draconic heritage she HAS to know that that is Tiamat! :)
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After the battle while the goods are being gathered, Hurrow removes his armor, taking a quick stock of his wounds. He was severely hurt, but it could have been worse. A few whispered words, and a breeze blows through the tree, stirring up some dust on the few places on the path where blood wasn't pooled. Hurrow's wounds begin to knit themselves together. The refresshing breeze catches the halfling as well, and his wounds begin to close as well. Once he is satisfied Brodi is well, Hurrow speaks the ancient Druidic language once more, and some of his confidence returns.

Hurrow takes a drink from his waterskin and says with a grin, "The only reason you didn't get hurt is because you were too busy dealing with the rabble while the rest of us were fighting the real threat."

"I am going to check out that farmhouse, that was probably where they were holed up at. Go ahead and gather up what you can. We are not far from town, and the usual method of loot carrying will suffice."


[sblock=Actions]Hurrow casts mass lesser vigor(with lesser rod of extend), targeting himself and Brodi(32 hp gained over 32 rounds). After Hurrow looks over the cottage, he returns to the party. He gathers everything of value the party has bundled up in cloaks, bags etc. He then shapeshifts into aerial form, taking to the skies. The gear(loot) carried melds into his form, not contributing to encumbrance, etc. When ready to sell, Hurrow will return to normal form, and produce the goods.[/sblock]

[sblock=Stats]
AC: 20 normal form
-Entangle: dismissed
Call Lighning: 5 min 6 round duration. DC 17 reflex for half damage--lets duration expire
Sleet Storm: 40' radius, 20' high. 2 round duration.-lets duration expire
HP: 42/50
Shifting: Round 5/5--expired for day
F: +7 R: +7 W: +10
Spells prepared:

Druid spells per day(including bonus spells for high wisdom): 5/4/4/3
DC: 14+spell level or 15+spell level for conjuration spells. CL: 6

0: Dawn, Light, Create Water, Cure Minor Woundsx2
1: Entangle, CLW, Produce Flame, Enrage Animal
2: Wild Instincts, Decomposition, Kelpstrand, Snake's Swiftness(mass)
3: Sleet Storm, Vigor(mass lesser), Call lightning
AoO: +7, 1d6+3 [/sblock]

[sblock=OOC]Nice job everybody! Tactics were sound. I hope what battlefield control I provided made a difference.[/sblock]
 
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[sblock=OOC - Virashil]
Yes, you recognize the obvious symbol as Tiamat. Forgot about the draconic heritage.
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[sblock=OOC - Hurrow]
I think it did, the archers were rendered useless by entangle & sleet storm.
[sblock=Farmhouse]
Inside the farmhouse are 5 bodies, piled like cordwood in the corner. 3 of them appear to be warriors of some kind, wearing leather armour and a pile of 3 spears lies next to them, 1 appears to be a wealthy individual, by the appearance of his clothes. The last one appears to be a peasant, or farmer, based on the dirt covering him and the manner of dress.

A pile of gold coins lies next to the bodies as well, a quick estimate puts this at 355 gp (you're great at estimating ;) )

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"Well, we should probably take whatever valaubles and gear we can. We can probably sell them once we reach Drellin's Ferry."
 

Hurrow

Hurrow wanders back from the farmhouse. "There are more dead over there. Armed men, not hobgoblin's. They were probably out patrolling and got taken by surprise. The farmhouse's owner is also dead. Bastards." Hurrow spits on the body of the hobgoblin leader. "We should give them a proper burial at least."
 

Good tingles, Brodi gives Hurrow a big grin as the healing magic washes over him.

The halfling nudges Short-toe away from gnawing at a chunk of grass and toward the farmhouse.

Looks like they aren't taking prisoners...he says as he looks at the bodies.

[sblock=Brodi doesn't search]I mean, he can, but he has no bonus... and standing (instead of sitting on his mount) makes him a bit dizzy.[/sblock]
 

Virashil

As the dragontouched mage gets a closer look at the priests holy symbol, she exhales loudly, and she unconsciously growls slightly.

"Tiamat. Foul temptress. What is a hobgoblin doing worshiping the Queen of Evil Dragonkind?"

Her hands clamp over the symbol as if to crush it.

"Where is the prisoner now? He must tell us what relationship they have with Tiamat and what they are doing preying on passersby."
 

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