[The Mythar Resistance] On The Trail

Satisfied that the pair mean no harm, Osric directs the carriages closer to the campsite, leading the horses of Uiim's carriage by hand. He then begins to prepare the carriages and horses for the night.
 

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Ashy said:
"And I assume you were waiting for me in particular?", the old gnome asks...

The halfling smiles and offers up a seat next to him for Uiim, as the gnome sits the halfling says "indeed my comrade, these times bode ill for all not bowing to oppression." Taking a glance at the wagons as they are drawn up around the camp, "it seems you have seen battle recently, I can't imagine any other weapon but a Mythar eh'len leaving those kinds of marks," he gestures towards some of the spots where eh'lens sank into the wagon that Tau is driving. "I hope you fared better than they did."

OOC: An eh'len is a throwing steel that the mythar use.
 

Nassitch (male Kobold) Ranger/Egoist 2/3

Vyrick said:
" . . . bring your wagons around, their axles squeel like dying rats. I atleast hope that you did not bring any rats along." This last sentence is said with a vicious surety.

Nassitch wasn't certain that he cared for the reference. He wasn't really certain that Vyrick was referring to him, but being the self-conscious low self-esteem kobold that Nassitch was, he certainly thought it referred to him. As soon as the others started gathering around, Nassitch whistled for Kimble . . . the dog's presense comforting him.
 


Layonarai Leafrunner - Female Elf Spirit Shaman 5

The elven maiden watches as the wagons are pulled into a circle around the fire and then she watches as Uiim converses with the men.
 

Ferrix said:
The halfling smiles and offers up a seat next to him for Uiim, as the gnome sits the halfling says "indeed my comrade, these times bode ill for all not bowing to oppression." Taking a glance at the wagons as they are drawn up around the camp, "it seems you have seen battle recently, I can't imagine any other weapon but a Mythar eh'len leaving those kinds of marks," he gestures towards some of the spots where eh'lens sank into the wagon that Tau is driving. "I hope you fared better than they did."

OOC: An eh'len is a throwing steel that the mythar use.

Uiim nods, "Aye, we did, but I fear we did little to harm them. There was an unsual occurance in the town we were last in - something that caught the attention of the Mythar." Uiim seems a little unready to talk more about the subject just yet, but none of you are sure exactly why...

The old gnome clears his throat and looks into the fire. "We have ridden hard to make this meeting, so let us be on with it; we would know what brought us here, if possible..."
 

The halfling pauses, sensing Uiims reserve, but continues nonetheless, "you surely know of Psuche, the skycity, the heart of the Mythar's power. You know few have seen it and fewer still live to tell of it. We think we may have a reliable source on the inside, and if we do, the information that could be gathered regarding the Mythar would be unimaginable in our efforts. Our cells of resistance generally operate independently of any others to keep them safe, yet Paitsel and I are the last of our cell and I atleast am hunted. To pass off this critical information was of..." his statement is cut short as a thin line of red appears across his neck, he gasps, blood gurgling in his throat he clutches and falls towards Uiim.

A humanoid shape about the size of a human but pitch black and shedding no light, appears at first blurry then fully in your sight, the realization however occurs instantly that it was always there, you just didn't notice it. The creature holds a thin crystalline rapier trailed with a line of dark red blood, it has no face nor meaningful features.

Initiative Order: Kromgron 21, Uiim 20, Creature 19, Osric 18, Layonarai 17, Nassitch 16, Paitsel 10, Tau 8, Log-A-Log 7

Nassitch:
You don't know exactly what this thing is, but you can tell it is Mythar, unlike anyone you have ever seen, and stranger than that it gives off no scent.

OOC: I'm fading Olivia out unless Rolling Man comes back.
 

Layonarai Leafrunner - Female Elf Spirit Shaman 5

Layonarai moves to the halfling's side and calls on the spiritual energies to cast cure light wounds on him.
 

*Kromgron gives a roar of anger at this cowardly attack. Pulling Bullcleaver, he rushes over to the attacker and swings at it strongly, the weapon glowing with a strange blue energy.*

OOC - Charge with Bullcleaver, using Psionic Weapon feat, +10 to attack, 1d12+6 (plus an additional 2d6 from Psionic Weapon). Psionic Focus has been expended.
 

Tau draws his heavy crystal pick and charges in after the others (provided there is anything other than a gooy mess left over after everyone else goes).

[ooc: Deep Crystal Heavy Pick +10 (w/charge bonus) melee (1d6+3, 18-20, piercing), doh forgot to focus myself. doh doh forgot to use synesthete while in public...]
 

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