Tales of the eldeen reaches

[Bront]

Stulgar (4/10)

Stulgar sets one of the heads of his axe down on the ground, and rests for a moment. "Make sure these things aren't getting back up. I saw the first wound I inflicted begin to close when I first hit it."

"And well done." he adds. "Take anything you may need, but leave the rest behind. We don't need to be slowed down by carrying a bunch of useless second hand gear."

Stulgar limps back to check on everyone, indulging the pain in his side for the moment. "We all ok?"

 

[ShaggySpellsword]

After looking around and ensuring all of his companions are up and conscious, Ranvar kicks away the crossbow of the foe at his feet, and looks over the body, trying to identify what it was. He also checks for any identifying papers or other interesting valuables. When he is done he turns to the rest.

"Who has wounds that need tending?"

 

[Krug]

Caw smiles to Aluir, his familiar. So what did you think of that? Was that not a good shot? Oh yes, it was lucky he walked right into it... but such is such! Slightly more confident, the sorcerer then remembers Scarfang again, and gives a quick prayer that he is all right.

 

[Ozmar]

Silver

"Take anything you may need, but leave the rest behind. We don't need to be slowed down by carrying a bunch of useless second hand gear."

By the Moons! We're not children.

Silver gathers up any of the aforementioned valuables, (OOC: not taking anything that would be too bulky or slow her down) and looks at the others.

"We should leave. There may be others. Stulgar! You've been hurt! Can you keep up?"

 

[Bront]

"We should leave. There may be others. Stulgar! You've been hurt! Can you keep up?"

"I should be able to, just tender." Stulgar says, testing and stretching the area, wincing occasionaly. "Don't think I'd put up a fight if someone offered to do something about it though."

"They carrying anything interesting? Any clues what sent them?"

 

[Ferrix]

Stulgar sets one of the heads of his axe down on the ground, and rests for a moment. "Make sure these things aren't getting back up. I saw the first wound I inflicted begin to close when I first hit it."

"And well done." he adds. "Take anything you may need, but leave the rest behind. We don't need to be slowed down by carrying a bunch of useless second hand gear."

Stulgar limps back to check on everyone, indulging the pain in his side for the moment. "We all ok?"

Umbra closes in, his sickle in hand, he performs a relatively gruesome slash across the throats of both of the creatures before he begins to search over their bodies. "They won't be moving now."

 

[ShaggySpellsword]

After searching the one skewered by bolts, Ranvar walks over to Stulgar and prays over him, closing some of his wounds.

[sblock]Lose Magic Weapon for Cure Light Wounds: 1d8+1[/sblock]

 

[DEFCON 1]

"We should leave. There may be others. Stulgar! You've been hurt! Can you keep up?"

"I should be able to, just tender."

Roral glances at the now virtually decapitated creatures (thanks to Umbra) and shakes his head.

'I'm not crazy about the idea that we're nothing but a bunch of decoys. We basically have to just keep walking and pull more of these things away from what will eventually be the big battle site? Seems kind of cowardly if you ask me.' Roral then takes a second to reconsider the situation. 'But then again, we probably wouldn't be able to survive a full-on assault against dozens of these things if we did... so our lessening the enemy's numbers a few at a time is probably the best we can do.'

He pulls out a rag from one of his pouches and begins cleaning off his sword.

'Okay. If we indeed ARE meant to just draw off a few scouts and such away from wherever the large-scale fights are going to be, let's be more thoughtful about this. Ranvar and I are like beacons in the night, based on how much noise our armor makes... so we HAVE to be decoys. But I don't think all six of us need to or should be out in the open, drawing focus. Umbra... you and Stulgar are our quietest. I think it'd make more sense for you both to follow in front, behind, or to the sides quite a ways away from the central group, keeping watch out for more of these things advancing on us as we march.'

Roral begins sketching what a typical pincher movement might look like down in the dirt.

'If the other four of us are here in the middle... and either of you see one of these things advancing on us... you let them get past you towards us, but send out a signal that we'd recognize but they might not. This'll give us a few seconds to prep for the upcoming fight and have a general idea of which direction they are coming from. When the creatures finally reach us, you two can then collapse in and take the creatures from behind as well.'

The last movement of the X's and O's done with his stick, Roral stands up.

'With only six of us we can't set up pefect ambushes... but we'll at least be able to give ourselves a bit of a warning. It'll all come down to whether you two feel as though you can keep out of sight enough. Because if either of you get seen, they'll pick you off alone and we'll never get a chance to reach you in time. What do you think? Are you confident in your stealth, or is being off silently by yourself too much of a risk? I mean, we can always just keep traveling together as we've been doing... but we do run the risk of a larger force taking us by surprise again.'

Roral shrugs his shoulders and waits to hear what the rest of the group thinks.

 

[Ozmar]

"Sounds good to me. Let's go."

Silver shifts about nervously.

 

[Bront]

Ranvar touches Stulgar's wound, and he begins to feel much better. Stulgar tests it out a bit before he smiles and pats Ranvar on the shoulder "Thank you."

"Roral, we're almost to the stream, and once we're there, I'll be hiding our tracks. I don't think we're a diversion. More likely, we're assistance. Scarfang selected us for some reason, so we'll have to trust that he knew what he was doing. But untill we're hiding and trying to go quietly, your precautions can't hurt."

Stulgar cleans off his axe and puts it away, still testing his leg.