Spider's Path

Trinham Wood - Round 1

Trinham bristles at Lora's remarks, especially as she obviously does not know what she is talking about. He was just about to come back with a sarcastic retort, when Claude speaks up. Instead he becomes determined to show Lora how little she actually knows about magic.

Time passes, the pack of gnolls comes crashing out of the forest. At the appropriate moment, Trinham mutters a single arcane word and a bright light burst directly in front of a gnoll's eyes. Unfortunately the spell failed to have the desired effect and the gnoll kept coming.

[sblock=OOC]ML. Trinham is using the daze effect of FLARE, which is V only.[/sblock]
 

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Claude round 1/ Hp: 19

Claude sees the arrow hit it's mark, and suddenly another arrow joins with it in the bowmen. A quick look over to the otherside of the camp Claude recongnizes Greyhay and is pleased that they have the same idea. "Greyhay, take out the bowman!" Claude yells over to the scout while he lines up the approaching gnoll warrior. A small smirk curls across Claude's lips, "I'm glad we are fighting outside of the woods, makes shooting much easier." Claude thinks to himself as he pulls back his bow string to ready another shot. This time he begins muttering to himself a prayer he rembered as the arrow head shined green.

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Smite Attack(3/4) at gnoll 6: 1d20+5=20, 1d8+4=7
sry, forgot about the penalty, Claude's health went up to 19 after level up
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Combat Over

The group makes short work of the gnolls, as they charged into the ready camp of warriors. All but the gnoll adept are either dead or incapacitated. As one the group turns towards their last adversary, but the savage looking beast is on it's knees almost immediately, it's staff discarded to the groud. "Yera dey hrrnugth!Yera dey hrrnugth!" it says quickly in it's growling language.

[sblock=OOC] Well great fight group I didn't get to do what I truly wanted, but that is D&D and I will have to adapt. Just don't know what to do yet so will give you guys some RP time and an ideal may pop up.
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Gnolls 1&2 unconsious but stirring
Gnolls 3&4 dead and dying
Gnolls 5&6 dying and dying
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Onesimus quickly makes his way over to the sleeping gnolls with his blade still drawn and dripping with blood of his latest victims. "Unless there's any objections ill finish these two off now. Some bind this mutt and figure out what the heck hes saying." His says with a head nod in the direction of the cowering Adept.

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unless theres any objection from the rest of the party ill coup de grace the two sleeping gnolls (or one if someone wants to do the other)
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Trinham breaths an audible sight of relief but finds he cannot stop shaking. Being paralysed in a camp under attack while rapidly running out of the only spell he could cast, which was only mildly effective, was the most frightening experience of his young life. Getting his shaking under control, he checks with Mogins to see if anyone or anything is sneaking up on the camp.
 

"I object to the killing of that creature," Claude says in a very even tone as he loosens his bowstring, not actually taking the arrow out though "it is obviouslyaccepting defeat at our hands, I do not believe we must kill it and maybe showing it mercy will make... it unlikely to bring more troops. tie it up and we shall discuss this matter further."
 

Onesimus looks at Claude and then back to the two sleeping gnolls at his feet. "Yes the shamen has surrendered. Go ahead and tie him up and gag him so he cant cast verbal spells but I'm talking about the two gnolls that could wake up at any moment. They might not give up without a fight."
 

"We do have their leader, do we not. I believe that we mat not have to do anything with them, if they get up and they want to leave without their comrade fine, but they won't attack us knowing he is in danger. If it puts you mind at ease you can watch them, the way you defeated their comrades before would make them think twice." Claude says to Onesimus as he walks towards the cheiftan with his bow on his back and his arms in the air to show that he means no harm "Now could someone hand me some rope and something to gag his mouth, and Greyhay could you please keep an arrow trained on him, just incase."
 

Onesimus mauls Claudes words over in his mind. "I would love to give these beasts the benefit of the doubt but with the leader captured I think if we free them they might try to save him. They might go and get more gnolls to fight us. We have no idea. But I seriously doubt they're going to walk away after we killed their comrades and took their leader prisoner. Onesimus pauses and thinks for a moment. "Lets tie them up for now and decide what to do with them later."

Onesimus points to his pack by the fire. "I've got about fifty feet of good rope if someone will grap it for me and we can start tieing these beasts up. Anyone skilled with a rope?
 

"*Huff* Stays air ye be! *Huff*," Martomum comes bursting into the camp yelling. "Wha-? da Blazin Beard's o' Trimlosa *HUFF* dids ye do?" he asks passing the dead gnolls to come stand near the group and their prisoner. Martomum carefully sits the retangular chest he is carrying on the ground and goes to one knee to put him at eye level with the gnoll shaman.

"Yera erldin, der tiyn pammorr." he says in the grunting language of the gnolls. The gnoll starts to stand as Martomum lends a hand to help him up. The dwarf turns an accusing eye on the group, "Ye Greenies! Tis..." he starts to shout but the shaman cuts him off and the two converse for a few moments, as the unconsious gnolls stir. After they are done Martomum turns once more to the group, still gruff but with a hint of admiration in his eye. "Year's Long, be sayin' dis be der faults. An dat ye's defens yerself's wit 'onor."

The shaman and dwarf converse again as the group looks on. The two gnolls awake and after a quick bark from Year's Long they leave their dropped weapons and stand behind the shaman.

When they are done the dwarf looks to the group. Taking a deep breath and letting out a huge sigh the dwarf says, "Lookin' 'ikes ye needs ta know wats goin' ons 'ere. Wells gather rounds da fire, ans sumeones wakes Addsons." the dwarf says shaking his head and heading to the fire.

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Is here [/sblock]
 

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