W3: The Eidolon (Bront Judging)
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stonegod
Spawn of Khyber/LEB Judge
Tondrek chews on his lower lip, his jutting tusks catching his upper lip as well. "Man in unhappy ship not going to be happy about gob's running off with his ship. Maybe we build him a machine to make him happy!" Tondrek gets lost in the idea, occasionally muttering things that could be taken the wrong way if it wasn't for his naivety, and will mutely follow wherever he is led.
OOC: Monastery sounds good to me.
OOC: Monastery sounds good to me.
Wik
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You make your way through the blasted streets, occasionally hearing the sounds of steel on steel but never actually coming across hobgoblins, or, even, black pit revolutionaries.
Eventually, though, you come to the "monastery". Like much of the Black Pit town, the monastery was once a stone building that now serves as a core to dozens of impromptu wooden and canvas shacks built like barnacles on the sides of the temple's ancient walls. The only entrance to the building that is not now covered by some warren or another is the main one - a thirty-foot wide staircase that ascends perhaps fifty feet up before entering the main floor. Many slabs of broken stone and statuaries line the staircase - as well as clumps of dirt and vegetation that have been blown onto the stairs and have since taken root.
A core of four hobgoblins, all wearing heavy plate armours, are making their way up the staircase, flitting from broken statue to bush. At the top of the stairs are Six humans wearing tarnished chain shirts, with rags wrapped over much of their bodies. Each man has a heavy crossbow, taking aim and firing at any hobgoblin that exposes himself. Three young boys - perhaps ten years old - grab spent crossbows in a near panic and reload with startling efficiency.
The human defenders would probably have the edge, were it not for a massive brute of a man, standing perhaps nine feet tall. It doesn't take a monster expert to realize this is an ogre. Covered in welts and half-healed scars, the Ogre wears little more than blood-stained linens and broken chains that once bound his wrists and ankles. Draped in these chains, the ogre is furious at the humans, and grabs whatever loose stones are nearby and hurls them at the human defenders. As you watch, the ogre hurls a stone head of an elf at the defenders - the head explodes into shards right above the children, who start choking in the dust. When the dust clears, one of the children has a massive gash above his eye.
The hobgoblins look back at the ogre, more than a little afraid of him, but thankful for the assistance he is providing.
The foot of the stairs are only forty feet away, across an empty green - only a dry fountain roughly halfway to the stair could serve as cover.
Eventually, though, you come to the "monastery". Like much of the Black Pit town, the monastery was once a stone building that now serves as a core to dozens of impromptu wooden and canvas shacks built like barnacles on the sides of the temple's ancient walls. The only entrance to the building that is not now covered by some warren or another is the main one - a thirty-foot wide staircase that ascends perhaps fifty feet up before entering the main floor. Many slabs of broken stone and statuaries line the staircase - as well as clumps of dirt and vegetation that have been blown onto the stairs and have since taken root.
A core of four hobgoblins, all wearing heavy plate armours, are making their way up the staircase, flitting from broken statue to bush. At the top of the stairs are Six humans wearing tarnished chain shirts, with rags wrapped over much of their bodies. Each man has a heavy crossbow, taking aim and firing at any hobgoblin that exposes himself. Three young boys - perhaps ten years old - grab spent crossbows in a near panic and reload with startling efficiency.
The human defenders would probably have the edge, were it not for a massive brute of a man, standing perhaps nine feet tall. It doesn't take a monster expert to realize this is an ogre. Covered in welts and half-healed scars, the Ogre wears little more than blood-stained linens and broken chains that once bound his wrists and ankles. Draped in these chains, the ogre is furious at the humans, and grabs whatever loose stones are nearby and hurls them at the human defenders. As you watch, the ogre hurls a stone head of an elf at the defenders - the head explodes into shards right above the children, who start choking in the dust. When the dust clears, one of the children has a massive gash above his eye.
The hobgoblins look back at the ogre, more than a little afraid of him, but thankful for the assistance he is providing.
The foot of the stairs are only forty feet away, across an empty green - only a dry fountain roughly halfway to the stair could serve as cover.
Patlin
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T'Ranis will manifest offensive prescience (the previous casting should have worn off by now) and back away from the action. The next round, he will open fire on the Ogre, and if he's within 80' (one range increment) of the Ogre he will continue to back up, seeking to keep the Ogre 80' away from him.
WarlockLord
First Post
Shadow moves to cover and manifests vigor (down to 3 pp) for 15 temporary hp.
Velmont
First Post
"We need to get that Ogre out... if he speak Common, I might be able to take care of him, but I must be close to him." tells Haltash. "Shadow, do you speak Giant? You might be able to persuade him to leave this city, or to attack the hobgoblin. But before doing so, I will try to inspire fear in him, so he will be more willing to follow your suggestion."
WarlockLord
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"I do. Compulsion will take the last of my powers, but...go ahead. If we can get rid of him I'm a decent shot with a crossbow." says Shadow.
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