The Forgotten Forge

[greenstar]

OOC Your next to the body.

 

[Creamsteak]

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[Arabesu]

Initiative count = 10

On Ro'garth's turn, suspecting the warforged to be the assassin, he makes a 5ft adjustment to flank with Thalmarose and attacks with his scimitar (if T goes after him in init, he will ready the attack to get the advantage of flankage)

Attack = 24 for only 4 damage

Confirming with 23 for and additional 9 damage if confirmed

Perfectly average X2 damage if I confirmed...

 

[Vertexx69]

Thalmarose Oberith, Elven Evoker, hp 8/8, AC 14/20, (touch 20)

Initiative: (1d20+4=9) :\ "Indeed! I think the watch will find that your weapons match the wounds on that body far closer than ours, as I saw you slink away from it before we even arrived at the bridge a moment ago...I'm sure my four esteemed colleagues here will support my account, but who will support yours?" Taking cover (+4AC) behind the Crenalations (l-L_l-L_l-L_l-L*l) along the edge of the bridge, he moves into defensive fighting position (+2AC).
[sblock=OOC]as far as position, I thought I was a bit farther from the body than that (like W6 or W10), as I had said I was standing on the battlement to listen at the edge of the bridge. And had readied my bow.[/sblock]

 

[greenstar]

The warforged looks at C and says "flesh-loving traitor!" Before he can attack he is hit by Thalmarose and Ro'garth. He falls to the ground and a construct with filigree wings unfolds it's fine wings and flies into the rain-soaked night. A shrill blare of a Watch whistle suggests that the law enforcers are approaching.
OOC Sorry if this is bad the battle was supposed to have a few more rounds.

 

[Creamsteak]

Kim Kim is completely shocked. "How the hell? Where did that come from?"

All while absentmindedly thumbing through the satchel's contents and looking for some kind of name. She whispers to the group, "Maybe you had aught call the watch over."

 

[Vertexx69]

OOC-13 dmg in 1 shot will drop just about anything lvl1
Slinging the ashwood bow, Thalmarose stands back up. Calling to the watch when they come into sight waving them over.

 

[greenstar]

OOC The Watch are aren't there yet.
Kim Kim doesn't find anything else in the satchel. But identification papers in the dead body's shirt pocket provide the victim's name (Bonal Geldem), his position at the university (provost), and his affiliation (School of Pre-Galifar studies at Morgrave University). A small pouch hanging on the body's belt contains 10 silver pieces and 2 gold pieces. The small journal, measuring about 3 inches by six inches and 1 inch thick, has a cover of dark brown leather with strands of mithral thread woven in a strange pattern. It bears no title, just the mithral-thread icon on the front cover. Inside, every page is blank, but the sheets have a strange feel; they don't seem to be paper or leather, but something not readily identifiable.

 

[Arabesu]

OOC I got a lucky break. Vertexx69, I was under the impression that you were a swordsage; I see my error now, next time I'll try to keep you out of the flank unless you want to be there. Huzzah we one our first fight in the surprise round, now lets call the watch to carry this unconscious wretch away.

 

[Pinnacle]

"To be a traitor, I think I needed to be on your side in the past," C says angrily at the fallen warforged as he puts away his hammer.

He looks at the enemy's weapon to see if it seems to match to the victim's wound. "A.. teacher?" he asks, unsure what a provost is.