Players involved: Norii, Heldesteth, Thistle.

Run by: Nin-galad.

 

In all the chaos surrounding the push into Solmnus, people are running in every which direction. Refugees escape here and there across the country-side, the walls finally thrown open and allowing those who had been subjugated to flee before the war rolls - quite literally - right through their house. Thus, there have been reports flowing into the encampment from those who are escaping. Not every direction is safe, and not every road is free of enemies as civilians flee the city. One route in particular has been brought to the attention of a few who are able to do something about; countless civilian groups fleeing the city have taken it to move further away into the countryside and very, very few have ever made it back or beyond.

 

You have been gathered in a tent on the outter edge of the encampment, sparsely furnished with little else besides a table strewn over in maps and a few barrels around it to serve as chairs for those who spend their days pouring over the maps to find something to rest on now and again. One particularly harried looking officer is currently atop a barrel, leaning hunched over the table and muttering to himself as he fiddles with little instruments across the face of one map in particular. He looks up suddenly, as though aware only just now of your presence. "Who? Oh, yes, well. Come in, come closer. We've a bit to talk about and then a whole lot to do, have a seat have a seat." He beckons to some of the barrels nearby.

 

Heldesteth takes a seat on one of the barrels, glad to be away from the medic tent for a time. Hates the place. Hates it with a fiery passion rivalled only by his hatred of those greedily prolonging life unnaturally. "What's the deal? Got some work for us?" He is pretty calm at the moment, as he is still filled with relief at any kind of non-medic work.

 

         Norii is nervous to say the least. She knew staying in camp and eating the food might catch up to her if she wasn't careful. Never did she think she would have been grabbed with a few others for a mission. Apparently they assumed she was in with the resistance fighters. Staying quiet not wanting to bring attention to the fact she thinks hard on how to slip out of this.

Thistle enters the tent a bit after the others... and right into one of the barrels. The little barbarian swears, struggling to keep it from falling over into the table. Eventually she gets it upright again and onto its butt with a *thunk*.

The officer sets down his various and sundry instruments, just tapping at the map now with a bare finger. "Work indeed. The army is, as you know, rather occupied at the moment. Things are nuttier than a fruitcake around here, and there are just not enough soldiers to see to every little detail. That's why you're here." He pauses to jab a finger at each of you in turn before continuing, "But luckily, the work is not hard. Proper work for soldiers, proper work for anyone who knows how to swing or shoot something sharp. Some things need a good killing."

 

He leans back on his barrel now, withdrawing a fine, long pipe from who knows where on his person. He is silent as he feeds something into the bowl before setting it alight with a nearby candle in a rather un-refined manner. A long, deep breath is taken and followed by an equally long exhale although accompanied with a large plume of smoke from his lips. "Not far from here, there's a road that takes you through a good stretch of woods and out on the other side is a lot of open country and good farmland. Good place for folks to start over, or at least flee to while all this is is happening." The this is obviously the war. "This route's also the most direct, and was at one point the most safest. Not so much anymore, there's a whole bleeding tribe of gnolls or some damn thing crawling about on it. They're catching and killing anyone who dares wander down it, and it's only taken us so long to respond because so few have made it back to report anything. These gnolls need a good long dirt-nap, so that we can keep funnelling civilians out that way. Questions?"

 

Heldesteth smiles and almost wipes a tear from his eye. This man is truly a saint. "You, sir, are a gentleman and a scholar. I have no questions and can start out there immediately to end the lives of whatever monsters and villains are killing these civilians." Heldesteth is truly moved. Finally, a mission with no goal other than to slaughter creatures whose time has come to perish. A blessing if he has ever seen one.

 

         "W-wouldn't it be easier to just ask the gnolls to leave?" Offers the little diplomat, who looks a little confused. "What are gnolls anyway?" realizing they might not even be something you can talk to. Even more confused at Hel's words, confused as to why he seems so inspired by what the man said. Looking to the other woman seeing if she is similarly inspired.

<OOC> Thistle says, "Could I buy a pair of CLW potions?"

<OOC> Thistle says, "I forgot at the beginning"

<OOC> Nin-galad says, "Sure, we'll note it in the log."

The officer seems pleased by Heldesteth's earnesty in going off and handling this business. He puffs contentedly for a moment with his eyes closed until he hears Norii's question, leaning forward abruptly as he chokes on his pipe smoke and hacks for a moment. "Ask them to leave? Ask them to /leave/?" He looks utterly incredulous. "No we cannot just 'ask them to leave'. They're bloody gnolls, all they know how to do is kill and steal. The only good gnoll is a dead gnoll, and you're going to go out and make some good gnolls. Capiche." He leans back now, once again placing the pipe in his mouth and puffing on it silently.

Thistle has just managed to climb up onto the barrel. Still swearing under her breath. "Cursed... round... horrible chair..."

 

         Norii can’t' help but squirm on her barrel as she is chastised about being diplomatic. "Well has anyone tried asking them? Maybe they would ... kill and steal the people attacking us if we were nice to them. It’s not like all bad guys work together ..." she keeps drifting off, making anything she says even harder to hear over her ascent. Norii offers the girl a hand not sure as to why she is having that much trouble.

 

Heldesteth sketches a quick, rough version of the section of the map relevant to the mission at hand. Just in case. "Diplomacy is for those not ready to die. These gnolls are willing to attack people, thus they are willing to die." His philosophy is a simple one, really. He sheds no tears for soldiers or gnolls or any other being who takes up arms. They are willing to fight, then they are willing to die. Such is life. Such is death.

The officer shoots Norii another withering gaze over the gently glowing bowl of his pipe, two streams of smoke escaping on either side of it as he does not even bother to dignify such a question with a response. "If you've everything you need, you had best be off. There is a wagon waiting to take you to the outskirts of the wood, and after that it'll be all on you to get in, finish, and get back here in one pieces or as few as you can manage." He pulls his pipe from his lips and looks to Heldesteth now, "And if this one," he indicates to Norii with the pipe, "tries talking to them, just hack them while they chew on her. There'll be none of this diplomacy nonsense I say."

 

         Apparently being a peace loving hippy doesn’t' get you thrown out of missions of war. There must be an easier way to get out of front line fighting. Norii makes a move to protest again but is cut off by Hel, and the Officer's gaze. The little girl stays quiet on the ride to the drop point.

Thistle takes Norii's help with a grumbled thank you. "Talking is not harmful," she says. "Best to do at v'same time as hitting, anyway."

Thistle looks ready to go, though.

The ride to the woodland path is an uneventful by swift one. The wagon is handled well, and the horses that pull it are fresh and vigorous. When you arrive, the sun has already well begun its downward climb but light yet remains in the sky overhead. The clouds are painted pink, purple and vibrant oranges and the light reflects upon the leaves in the woods ahead where they sway gently in the late afternoon breeze.

 

The wagon-handler tips his hat to the three of you and sets the horses into motion again, promptly returning back the way you came. The choices on where to go and what to do from here on out are yours to make.

 

Heldesteth nods to the wagon-handler as the man sets out back to camp, leaving the group to ponder a course of action. "Well, we can get as far as we can while there is light and camp when darkness settles in OR we can make camp now, get up early, and head in with nothing but daylight. I'm game for either." He looks at the other two, seeing what they think.

 

         "I don't like the idea of them catching us wile we sleep or fighting them in the dark ..." Norii tries to weight the greater of the two evils. "Did we even bring any lights?" knowing there are no torches in her bag. She seems less cowardly and more into it now at least. "I guess the gnolls don't know where here lets rest till tomorrow.

The blind barbarian walks along with her two companions. "I have v'lantern!" She says, producing a heavy, rather dirty lantern. It is out. But she's rather excited to be able to contribute her most favourite thing.

Thistle holds it out, then draws it close to her chest again. "But if you tell lieutenant Sunders that I have it, he will take it away," she says. "Van then I will have to maybe k... Fight him for it. Van I do not wish this to happen."

 

        Heldesteth considers this. They are all unable to see very well in the dark and gnolls... Well, he thinks gnolls see better than them at the very least. "We probably should camp and enter in the morning. Not like any travellers are gonna pass us in the night, especially if we camp in the middle of the road. So, we aren't gonna save anyone else by running in blindly."

Thistle would give Heldesteth a funny look, but she is a little preoccupied.

 

        Heldesteth adds, "Plus, having to use a lantern will make us pretty large targets... As willing as I am to die, I'd like to die killin something."

<OOC> Norii says, "I'll take first watch"

<OOC> Nin-galad says, "Norii will? Okay. Roll spot and listen!"

GAME: Norii rolls spot: (14)+1: 15

GAME: Norii rolls listen: (19)+1: 20

 

Night falls! It's a rather quick thing when one settles down to get a camp of any description ready when the sun has already begun to dip beyond the hills. Luckily it is not so dark a night as it has been before, however, with nary a grey cloud in the sky to obscure the over-arcing blanket of diamonds that is the stars in the dark sky, and the crown jewel of the night the moon.

 

With nary a breath of wind in the air this night, however, sound travels far. The sound of something moving in the woods just yards away from where the tents are currently positioned, for instance.

 

You paged Norii with 'You can hear at least 3 things moving in the bushes.'

 

         Norii jumps at the sounds in the distance, giving a quick glance to her companions then in the direction of the noises. Quickly she nudges Hel, "Hey I hear something ..." she whispers not used to camping and watching for monsters she is more worried about not waking everyone up than being prepared for a fight.

 

<OOC> Nin-galad says, "Everyone can roll a spot and listen check now."

GAME: Heldesteth rolls spot: (12)+4: 16

GAME: Heldesteth rolls listen: (7)+4: 11

GAME: Thistle rolls listen: (14)+5: 19

 

You paged Heldesteth with 'You can make out three distinct shapes, humanoid and pretty tall by the looks of it, sneaking towards the tents from the woods.'

 

You paged Thistle with 'You can tell there are three big somethings headed your way, all a' crunching leaves and whatnot.'

 

Heldesteth grumbles and looks out towards the darkness for a moment. Grumble, grumble, grumble. He looks a Norii and sighs, "Alright, help me get my armor quick before the creatures get out here... Looks like three of them out there." He starts donning his banded mail quickly, not wanting to fight without some kind of armor on. Of course, if needed, he will run out there half naked, scythe-a-swinging.

 

Thistle sleeps soundly near where Norii sits at watch, draped in a heavy, warm fur. Something rouses her though, and she sits up, staring out blindly into the night. One white hand snakes out of her bedroll and grasps at the spear beside it.

 

<OOC> Nin-galad says, "Well then, since the jig is all up, init!"

<OOC> Heldesteth says, "Wait, how much time did we get between waking and init? :)"

<OOC> Nin-galad says, "I'll give you enough to get on your armour."

 

===== Current Initiative Order =========

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 22                  Norii

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 13                  Heldesteth

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 10                  Gnoll2

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 7                   Thistle

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 6                   Gnoll1

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 2                   Gnoll3

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<OOC> Nin-galad says, "Okay, Norii! Your action? You can see three gnolls now, and they're all headed directly towards you three."

<OOC> Norii will fire a magic missle at them :O

 

GAME: Norii rolls 1d4+1: (2)+1: 3

 

<OOC> Norii says, "do I pose it?"

<OOC> Nin-galad says, "Sure, but it didn't die."

<OOC> Nin-galad says, "Helde's turn."

<OOC> Heldesteth says, "How far away are they?"

<OOC> Nin-galad says, "30 feet."

<OOC> Heldesteth says, "Perfect. Move, pull out scythe, charge."

<OOC> Nin-galad says, "Same one Norii hit, or a different one?"

<OOC> Heldesteth says, "Hmmm... Different one. I like em fresh"

 

GAME: Heldesteth rolls weapon1+2: (5)+6+2: 13

 

<OOC> Heldesteth imagines that is a whiff.

<OOC> Nin-galad chuckles, "Yep."

 

GAME: Nin-galad rolls 1d20+3: (1)+3: 4

 

<OOC> Nin-galad says, "Thistle."

<OOC> Nin-galad says, "You can pose your whiff too, Helde."

<OOC> Thistle says, "I'll attack the nearest one o:"

<OOC> Thistle says, "Raging"

 

The furthest gnoll falters as a magic dart hits him in the chest, giving him mild pause but not for very long. He's quick to movement again, charging right towards Norii as the other two gain ground as well. The furthest has set his sights on Thistle, and it is to her he rushes in a furry flury, heaving his battle-axe but swinging far too wide of the barbarian to actually hit anything.

 

Heldesteth, armor firmly on now, looks at the enemies heading in his direction. "Ahhh, I love it when targets come to me rather than the other way around." He moves as he draws his scythe and then charges into them like a wild man, swinging his scythe in a single, wide arc. However, the gnoll he swings at manages to block his weapon, much to his anger. Not swearing worthy yet, he just grumbles instead.

 

GAME: Thistle rolls 1d20+5: (19)+5: 24

GAME: Thistle rolls 1d8+6: (1)+6: 7

 

<OOC> Nin-galad says, "And he's still kicking."

<OOC> Nin-galad says, "Norii?"

<OOC> Norii says, "my turn again?"

<OOC> Nin-galad says, "..Er, wait."

<OOC> Nin-galad says, "Sorry."

<OOC> Norii will try to charm person the unhurt one

<OOC> Nin-galad says, "Gnolls."

 

GAME: Nin-galad rolls 1d20+3: (20)+3: 23

GAME: Nin-galad rolls 1d20+3: (19)+3: 22

GAME: Nin-galad rolls 1d20+3: (5)+3: 8

 

 

<OOC> Nin-galad says, "Second was to confirm."

<OOC> Heldesteth says, "SOMEONE is gettin a beatin :/"

 

GAME: Nin-galad rolls 3d8+6: (13)+6: 19

 

Thistle rushes forward to meet one of the gnolls as they come charging out of the night. Somehow she strikes true, silent as the grave in stark conteast to her normal method of screaming like an enthusiastic banchee.

 

GAME: Nin-galad damaged Heldesteth for 19 points. -1 remaining.

 

Heldesteth takes a battleaxe hard to the chest and is conscious long enough to mutter, "Mother fu-" before blacking out and collapsing on his back.

The gnoll that Thistle strikes was the one that had just tried to clout her about the head with a battle-axe, and he now pays for his attack with a very painful counter from the barbarian. Howling, he leaps back and clutches at his bleeding stomach before returning to offensive though he is much the worse for wear.

 

Heldesteth's luck is about equal to that gnoll's, as his own target manages to deftly dodge the cleric's attack before heaving his arms up and over his head with a guttural roar before pounding it's axe into Heldesteth's chest with a sickening crunch; laying him low.

 

Norii is just plain lucky, as the gnoll that has chosen her has aim about as good as Heldesteth did and misses her utterly.

 

<OOC> Nin-galad says, "Phew, okay, Norii."

<OOC> Norii will Charm Person on a gnoll and ask it to take a seat please

 

GAME: Nin-galad rolls 1d20: (9): 9

 

<OOC> Nin-galad says, "It fails. The gnoll in front of you takes a seat."

 

         With the finishing touches on Hel's armor she looks up only in time to see angry gnolls charging at her. With a squeak of surprise and a flash of fire from her left hand a chattering skull of force at one of the gnolls. It knocks it off kilter just enough to cause its swing to go into Hel almost killing him straight out. Emotions burning hot from her companions death, green sickly fire burns at her eyes. Pointing at the same gnoll she commands it to tend to the man he just wounded.

 

<OOC> Nin-galad says, "Helde, roll a 1d100"

<OOC> Nin-galad says, "10 or less and you stabilize."

<OOC> Norii says, "so I tell it to tend to Hel's wounds since that falls in Charm persons ability to command right?"

<OOC> Nin-galad says, "It.. Could? I guess? Can you issue a command in the same round you charm it?"

 

GAME: Heldesteth rolls 1d100: (12): 12

 

<OOC> Norii says, "I can say something short like that ya"

<OOC> Norii knows she can't comand it to attack the other Gnolls

<OOC> Nin-galad says, "Sure, you can get it to try."

 

GAME: Nin-galad rolls 1d20+3: (16)+3: 19

GAME: Nin-galad rolls 1d8+2: (2)+2: 4

GAME: Nin-galad damaged Thistle for 4 points. 20 remaining.

 

<OOC> Nin-galad says, "Thistle's go."

<OOC> Thistle says, "Attacking again"

 

GAME: Thistle rolls 1d20+6: (11)+6: 17

 

<OOC> Nin-galad says, "Hit."

 

GAME: Thistle rolls 1d8+6: (1)+6: 7

 

<OOC> Nin-galad says, "Should be +6, but he'd be dead either way. XD"

 

<OOC> Nin-galad says, "Pose it!"

 

GAME: Nin-galad rolls 1d20+3: (13)+3: 16

GAME: Nin-galad rolls 1d8+2: (2)+2: 4

GAME: Nin-galad damaged Thistle for 4 points. 16 remaining.

 

<OOC> Nin-galad says, "Gnoll's roll to try and patch up Helde."

 

GAME: Nin-galad rolls 1d20-2: (5)+-2: 3

 

<OOC> Nin-galad says, "And he just sort of fumbles about. Norii's turn again."

<OOC> Norii says, "how many are left?"

<OOC> Nin-galad says, "Two, but only one aggressive one."

<OOC> Nin-galad says, "It just attacked Thistle."

<OOC> Norii will drop and try to help Hel stop bleeding

<OOC> Nin-galad says, "Okay, do you have a healer's kit or anything?"

 

Thistle wrenches the spear back, then sweeps it round, tracing the silvery moon, spinning on one heel. The spear's head cracks under the gnoll's snout and parts it with a horrible sound of shorn bone and flesh.

 

<OOC> Norii does not ... do I need one?

<OOC> Nin-galad says, "Nah just gives you a bonus."

 

GAME: Norii rolls 1d20 + 1: (18)+1: 19

 

<OOC> Thistle says, "Nice!"

<OOC> Nin-galad says, "Stable!"

 

The initial gnoll on Thistle is laid low by her spear, dropping in a heap of blood and general gore to the ground with a heavy thud. The gnoll which Norii had charmed, however, looks in what can only be described as a sort of horrified manner - as best one can tell when they've got that snout and all - at Heldesteth as it crawls over to him and fumbles at the horrible, mortal wound in the cleric's chest. To no avail, however; he's not a very good surgeon this gnoll.

 

The gnoll that had laid Heldesteth low, however, has already chosen a new target and rushed at Thistle's side as his fellow drops the ground in a heap. With a howl, he swings his axe out and manages to land a slicing wound along the barbarian's side.

 

<OOC> Nin-galad says, "Okay, it is.. Thistle's go."

 

Norii has partially disconnected.

 

         Norii drops down and helps her new Gnoll friend stop Hel's gashing would from bleeding out. Ripping off the skirt of her dress she binds his wound and by sheer luck gets it right the first time. The pressure keeps the blood from spilling out any worse. "Thistle just don't go after this one its nice! Its trying to save Hel!" giving the good gnoll a pat on the head, trying to calm it down, though the magic enthralling it seems to be doing the trick

 

<OOC> Thistle says, "I'll attack the one that's aggressive and not dead"

 

GAME: Thistle rolls 1d20+6: (17)+6: 23

 

<OOC> Nin-galad says, "Ow, hit."

 

GAME: Thistle rolls 1d8+6: (6)+6: 12

 

<OOC> Nin-galad says, "Deceased."

<OOC> Nin-galad says, "Okay, so. There's one gnoll left but it is charmed; I'd say combat is mostly over unless you want to spear it in the spine or something."

<OOC> Nin-galad says, "But it will revert back before long."

<OOC> Norii says, "well I will quiz it one the location of the camp and stuff then try to convince it were friends and stuff"

 

A blade slices deep into Thistle's side, eliciting a snarling growl of pain and rage from the barbarian. White hair flying, she whirls round and brings the spear up through the Gnoll like butter and heaves it round in one brutal motion, sending it flying into the dark.

 

<OOC> Nin-galad says, "It'll probably tell you what you want to know, since it's friendly right now. But when it goes back, it'll be hostile and think you look good for eatin'."

<OOC> Nin-galad says, "Pose your question, I'll give you a response, and then it'll be Thistle's turn."

 

         Norii blissfully unaware of the rage that Thistle is in. "Could you tell me where your camp is at? I had a favourite trinket of my stolen by a gnoll the other day, I know he didn't mean to steal from me but it would be awful helpful if you could help." giving the animal a smile and still running a hand through its rough fur, trying her best to pull its attention off the bodies of his friends and to her. "Please?"

 

The gnoll, luckily, happens to be able to speak and understand common. At least in a limited fashion, and it certainly doesn't get the opportunity to use it too terribly much. "Mm, yes. Camp is.." He pauses, touching at his chin for a moment with a massive, furry hand before looking back into the woods and pointing a clawed finger. "Two hour walk, straight. All set up next to big pond, with.. Wall of rock beside, water pours down. Water.. Waterfall. Not far from road, few minutes." He finishes, seeming quite pleased with himself as he looks back to Norii and drops his bulky arm to his side.

 

         Norii give the gnoll a hug. "Thanks!" she glees ... just in time to back off enough to let Thistle do her work. A evil smile on her face

 

GAME: Thistle rolls 1d20+6: (14)+6: 20

GAME: Thistle rolls 1d8+6: (1)+6: 7

GAME: Nin-galad rolls 1d20+1: (4)+1: 5

 

<OOC> Nin-galad says, "Norii, it'll be your turn now. The charm is broken, so that attack was at you."

 

         "Why can't anything go as planned!" Norii huffs as the spear whiffs the gnoll causing it to come after her. Scambling to her feet she tries to retreat.

 

<OOC> Norii says, "full reatreat XD"

<OOC> Nin-galad says, "Okay, Thistle?"

 

Still in the throes of rage, the barbarian hears the growl of a gnoll near Norii and the fallen Dran-- and draws conclusions. Charging back towards her companions, Thistle bears down on the Gnoll. "Get away from them!"

 

GAME: Thistle rolls 1d20+6: (17)+6: 23

<OOC> Nin-galad says, "And damage."

GAME: Thistle rolls 1d8+6: (6)+6: 12

<OOC> Nin-galad says, "Dead."

 

The gnoll roars when the spear pierces his back, his clawed hands flinging out in Norii's direction as the charm breaks and he is released from the spell's power. However, in both his pain and his rage he misses Norii completely.

 

Thistle runs the Gnoll through. Honestly its just not safe to have a raging barbarian around when you're trying to make friends.

 

         Norii gracefully pulls away from the gnoll's feeble strike. Just looking into its eyes letting it know she tricked him and now he is going to dye. Before it has a chance at a final blow Thistle has put a spear through its head. "I love it when a plan comes together." dusting herself off and frowning down at her skirtless dress she looks back to Hel. "Lets get him some place safe ..."

 

<OOC> Nin-galad says, "Okay, you guys can do a bit of free-posing and whatnot and get Helde back on his feet."

 

Breath white in the freezing night air mists before Thistle's lips as she pants, turning round in a full circle as the last Gnoll falls dead to the ground. The fringe of her dark serape swirls out and her soft heels scrape loudly in the dirt. Blind, she nonetheless seeks for the sound of more combatants, turning her head this way and that with a tinkling of the bone carvings in her white hair, adrenaline still pumping through her.

 

         Norii gingerly moves Hel into the forest and out of site from the road making sure he has enough time to recover before they are attacked about. Then waves some of her magic over her dress. Unable to restore all the damage she can at least make it look like a mini skirt. "We should dispose of the bodies ..." her voice is quiet a stark contrast to the barbarian that is still drunk off of adrenaline.

Slowly, Thistle starts to calm. Enough at last to nod aquiescence to the Sorceress and go about wordlessly dragging the Gnolls, one at a time, away from where Norii takes Heldesteth.

 

<OOC> Nin-galad says, "Are you guys going to rest the night, or what will you do? You know where the camp is at now, and also that it is now missing a scouting party of some sort."

<OOC> Thistle needs to rest.

<OOC> Thistle says, "So we'll rest, heal, regain spells then go on"

 

GAME: Nin-galad damaged Heldesteth for -3 points. 2 remaining.

GAME: Nin-galad damaged Thistle for -2 points. 18 remaining.

 

<OOC> Heldesteth shall cast cure light on himself

GAME: Heldesteth casts cure light wounds.

GAME: Heldesteth rolls 1d8+2: (6)+2: 8

 

<OOC> Heldesteth says, "Hmmm.. and another"

 

GAME: Heldesteth casts cure light wounds.

GAME: Heldesteth rolls 1d8+2: (8)+2: 10

 

<OOC> Heldesteth will patch up Thistle for 2hp with his cure minors, as well.

 

GAME: Heldesteth casts cure minor wounds.

GAME: Heldesteth casts cure minor wounds.

GAME: Nin-galad damaged Heldesteth for -18 points. 18 remaining.

GAME: Nin-galad damaged Thistle for -2 points. 20 remaining.

 

<OOC> Nin-galad says, "Okay, so.. 8AM! Bright and early. What'll you do?"

<OOC> Thistle says, "Kill all the things!"

<OOC> Nin-galad says, "You know exactly where the camp is at, so you could head that way. How'll you approach, if you do?"

 

As Heldesteth awakens from his very long sleep and grunts. "Ugh. The hell? I'm not dead? Ugh, that sucks." He slowly gets up and focuses his powers to heal himself up a bit. Back up to full, he moves to Thistle and touches her wound, channelling the last tiny bit of energy into her as well. "Damn. Thought I was gonna see the after life... Well, guess it can't be helped. You two look pretty healthy still. Wanna go kill some gnolls?" He ponders for a moment. "Well, kill the rest, I suppose."

 

         "You wanted to die?" Norii sounds surprised, and perhaps a little relived feeling a bit responsible for that nasty wound still patched up with a bit of her dress. "I managed to talk one out of the location of their camp." she goes on to expain where its at. "I think the hill would make a good way to catch them off guard."

 

"Dying well is somethink to be desired," Thistle says, approvingly, though she smiles, thanking Heldesteth after he heals him. "But I have not found 'well' yet. There was Ogre once, but I was not feelink like dying yet." She nods to Norii.

 

Heldesteth smirks, "Life is nothing, but a fleeting moment. Death is eternal and far more peaceful. Dying is a blessing. Dying before your time, however, is a travesty. It was, apparently, not yet my time." He grumbles, lifting his scythe up off the ground. "Alright, let’s get to that hill then. Take a look at what we got before I start 'spreading the good word.'"

 

         Norii can't help but give the other two a strange look. She of coarse is a bit more afraid on might might become of her soul with the demonic powers flowing through her. "I think I'll stay alive as long as possible ..." standing she tosses another mending on Hel's clothes and starts off toward the camp. "We better get scouting. Thistle would you be willing to scout the other side of the camp while we look over the hill?"

 

-          We had to pause here, everything after this point is the second half of the scene.

 

<OOC> Nin-galad says, "So, picking up from where we were, you had all just woken up and it is time for you to decide how you want to approach the camp."

<OOC> Nin-galad says, "Bearing in mind of course that it is set against a rock face, presumably one with a cave in it."

<OOC> Thistle says, "I have an idea!"

<OOC> Nin-galad says, "So, you guys can pose whatever you decide and we'll take it from there."

<OOC> Thistle says, "Are they camped inside the cave?"

<OOC> Nin-galad says, "Well there's probably bedding in there and supplies but as it is now morning chances are none are still inside."

<OOC> Thistle says, "Are we coming from a direction that we could conceivably go up to the top then? Without getting owned?"

<OOC> Nin-galad says, "That gnoll gave you the lay of the land so quite likely."

 

It is morning, and Thistle's mood is much improved. Once her two companions sound ready to go, she starts off through the trees, impatient to get to the day's work. Whether she is going in the right direction is largely up to chance.

 

Heldesteth grunts slightly as he knows his divine fuel has run out and he must rely solely on his physical prowess to get the rest of this job done. He doesn't mind, of course, but has a feeling someone is gonna get hurt and then he be forced to hear them moan and groan about it. Himself? He cusses like a sailor, kills the enemies who harm him, and goes on about his day, generally. He follows near the others, scythe brandished as he keeps an eye out for danger. After being knocked silly last night, he is in the mood for some dead gnolls.

 

         Norii glances back at Hel's wound once or twice, feeling like it was slightly her fault the gnoll's axe found his chest instead of her own. Still she tries to me her normal cheerful shelf striding cheerfully forward to kill more strange furry dog-men. "He said the camp was over this way." pointing toward the mentioned rock wall. "So whats the plan?"

 

When you are done talking and the day begins to slip on by, you arrive at the top of the rock face just as the charmed gnoll had mentioned. It's a good twenty feet down, and possesses a bit of a slope near it. There's also a small stream of water that pours down from the top and into the campsite of the gnolls which is now readily apparent. They all mill about near the base of the slope, a large fire burning with various pieces of.. Something skewered on sticks and held over the flame. This is apparently gnoll breakfast time. At a quick glance, it would appear that there are four gnolls around the fire, but none appear to look like a leader of any sort. Presumably, there is a much bigger and stronger gnoll somewhere in the nearby vicinity.

 

Sensing the drop before her by the waft of air that rises and ripples through her serape, tousling her snowy hair, Thistle slowly creeps up to it on her belly and squints down into the blurry drop. But of course this high up she can't see where they are, and so rolls onto her side and turns her face back toward Helde and Norii.

 

Heldesteth does not crawl, but he does go down on one knee to look down over the cliff at his enemies. He looks at Norii for a moment and is not sure what the plan shall be. Planning was never his thing. He is more the 'kick the door in and lay down the pain' sort of planner. He whispers to his comrades, "So... Might be a good idea to use this vantage point to launch a volley of ranged attacks on our foes. I got a few javelins I can throw... What you two got?"

 

         Norii gets down too, fumbling with her borrowed crossbow from camp before peering over the edge of the drop. "D-do we shoot them now?" not sure what is the best to do. Getting in a few good shoots and scattering them might work. "Or should we wait till night when they go in that cave there and try to smoke them out with a fire?" trying to think of other things adventurers would do in the stories she was told as a kid, admittedly she isn;t that good at this yet.

 

"I want to push rocks," Thistle says, as if this were a great and significant personal insight. "Show me which rocks will land on whoever is down at bottom of cliff."

 

GAME: Thistle rolls strength: (5)+2: 7

 

Thistle isn't very good at it though.

 

<OOC> Nin-galad says, "..Everyone better roll.  I'll tally your numbers to determine."

 

"Hon thats a tree ..." Norii tugs on Thsitle's sleeve

 

Heldesteth looks at Thistle curiously, "Alright, pushing rocks it is." He starts to attempt to help Thistle with falling rocks upon their enemies.

 

GAME: Heldesteth rolls strength: (18)+4: 22

GAME: Norii rolls strength: (16)+-1: 15

GAME: Nin-galad rolls 1d20: (6): 6

GAME: Nin-galad rolls 1d20: (13): 13

GAME: Nin-galad rolls 1d20: (7): 7

GAME: Nin-galad rolls 1d20: (19): 19

GAME: Nin-galad rolls 4d6: (12): 12

GAME: Nin-galad rolls 4d6: (16): 16

GAME: Nin-galad rolls 4d6: (10): 10

 

It is after this helpful redirection that Thistle goes and is no use whatsoever. But she has no idea, for the other two push much harder. So she is in fact, quite pleased.

The combined efforts of the three - more or less two due Thistle's tree pushery - pays off very well indeed. The first large boulder dislodged begins to tumble, knocking more and more boulders free until a veritable landslide of very large, heavy pieces of granite is thundering down the side of the hill to the camp below.

 

One would think for all the noise that it makes that the gnolls would be able to react quicker. This is not so, however. Two gnolls are crushed outright as they shriek and try to flee away from the avalanche, the heavy boulders catching them and flattening their bones and spreading their squishy interiors all over the rocky ground. One is more lucky than the other, and only manages to have both of his legs smashed instead. The fourth and final, however, somehow manages to escape every boulder that tumbles his way and takes cover nearby till the rumbling stops. When it does, he peers up and looks around, horrified - such as it can be read on a dog-like face - sums up his expression. The third gnoll wails pitifully where it lays pinned with shattered legs, while the fourth tries to figure out who caused this catastrophe.

 

Also, it would appear that a particularly large boulder has blocked the cave as well. If anyone was trapped inside, they're stuck.

<OOC> Nin-galad says, "Init!"

===== Current Initiative Order =========

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 22                  Norii

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 18                  Thistle

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 14                  Gnoll#1

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 11                  Gnoll#2

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 9                   BigBob

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 3                   Heldesteth

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<OOC> Nin-galad says, "Okay, Norii first. There's one gnoll hopelessly pinned beneath a boulder and one still very alive."

<OOC> Norii will waist the living one with her crossbow while it’s flat footed?

 

GAME: Norii rolls ranged: (7)+5: 12

 

<OOC> Nin-galad says, "It is since it hasn't acted yet, but that didn't hit anyway."

<OOC> Nin-galad says, "Thistle's go."

<OOC> Thistle says, "I will start on my way down"

 

         Quickly picking up her crossbow as the rocks begin to fall she aims and fires! But inxperianced with weapons in general misses wildly sending a bolt into the ground. "Ah! I missed!" she curses and tries to pull out another bolt to reload. (Norii)

 

<OOC> Nin-galad says, "Okay, you can get down there next round."

<OOC> Nin-galad says, "Gnoll 1 just cries a bit." 

 

GAME: Nin-galad rolls 1d20+5: (14)+5: 19

 

<OOC> Nin-galad says, "Helde's go."

<OOC> Heldesteth says, "I'm gonna draw a javelin and fire it down at the injured gnoll"

 

GAME: Heldesteth rolls weapon3: (13)+3: 16

GAME: Heldesteth rolls 1d6+4: (6)+4: 10

 

Thistle starts down the cliff-side at a trot, sending loose pebbles clattering down noisily before her booted feet.

 

Heldesteth looks down at the enemies who have found themselves on the wrong side of an avalanche. He spots one of the gnolls whimpering from the pain and sighs. Lifting a javelin, he says a small prayer and launches the weapon through the gnolls head, ending its life instantly.

 

The gnoll pinned beneath the boulder just flails ineffectively against the massive weight crushing his legs, wailing loudly and ear-piercingly. It is a cry full of pain and desperation, and it is all he can do. The other gnoll remains standing, however, and has produced a shortbow. Spying Thistle as she cavorts down the steep slope, he lets a single arrow fly but missed her utterly.

From in the cave, a huge and echoing /BOOM/ resounds, but the boulder in the entrance remains.

 

<OOC> Nin-galad says, "Norii's turn."

<OOC> Norii fires cross bow at the same one

 

GAME: Norii rolls ranged: (6)+5: 11

 

<OOC> Norii fails!

<OOC> Nin-galad says, "So, Norii is still full of fail. Thistle?"

<OOC> Thistle says, "I'll kill the one that shot at me."

<OOC> Thistle says, "Chaaarge!"

 

GAME: Thistle rolls 1d20+9: (16)+9: 25

GAME: Thistle rolls 1d8+4: (8)+4: 12

 

<OOC> Thistle says, "Woo! XD"

<OOC> Nin-galad says, "Deeead."

 

GAME: Nin-galad rolls 1d20+5: (5)+5: 10

 

<OOC> Nin-galad says, "Helde's turn."

<OOC> Nin-galad says, "Everything's dead. Except for whatever is making all that noise in the cave."

<OOC> Heldesteth says, "Gonna full run down to get closer to the booming noise."

<OOC> Nin-galad says, "It's coming from inside the cave. You're going to stand guard in front?"

<OOC> Heldesteth is just gonna full run for now. Will roll the boulder out of the way if he gets time! XD

<OOC> Nin-galad says, "It's a very biiig boulder."

<OOC> Heldesteth is a very big man :|

<OOC> Nin-galad says, "Norii."

<OOC> Norii is going to hold ontop of the cliff for a moment

<OOC> Nin-galad says, "Okay, Thistle."

 

GAME: Nin-galad rolls 1d20+5: (5)+5: 10

 

Sliding down on a shower of tumbling rattling pebbles, Thistle lets out a savage yell and comes skittering onto the ground before the cliff. The stones carry her at a half crouch and with one smooth motion thrusts her spear into the archer's belly. It catches her up, and stopped by its bulk, she shoves the gnoll to the ground and steps up onto its chest, tearing the spear back. "HHRRAAH! WHAT IS THIS BANGINK!?" She calls up.

 

Heldesteth smirks as he watches Thistle skewer the gnoll and sprints down towards the cave to be ready for whatever is making all this noise. After all, he thinks it will be some good fun.

 

<OOC> Nin-galad says, "Are you going to stand in front of the cave or what is your plan of action?"

 

         Norii waits a moment atop the cliff as her allies look at the entrance. "What is it? Should I start making my way down?" Wishing for a moment she could look that cool, sliding down cliffs and cutting people in two.

 

[RPOne] Thistle says, "Hrm. I think Norii should stay up there out of immediate range."

[RPOne] Thistle says, "Since you've got like, Magic Missile, right? o:"

[RPOne] Norii will tell stories of your brave sacrifices

[RPOne] Norii says, "ya"

[RPOne] Thistle is gonna stand to one side of the rock at least. XD

[RPOne] Thistle says, "In case it ends up being like, a dragon. And goes blasting out XD"

[RPOne] Norii says, "O_O"

[RPOne] Jenner says, "A gunpowder Dragon?"

[RPOne] Heldesteth would lol a little

[RPOne] Norii says, "F maggic missle I'm out of here XD"

[RPOne] Heldesteth says, "Before charging it, of course..."

[RPOne] Norii ...

[RPOne] Thistle says, "...Gunpowder dragon?"

[RPOne] Thistle D:

[RPOne] Jenner CACKLES.

[RPOne] Thistle says, "Fuuuuck thiiiiiis! XD"

 

<OOC> Heldesteth says, "I shall attempt to move the boulder >.>"

<OOC> Nin-galad says, "Strength check. o:"

 

GAME: Heldesteth rolls strength: (3)+4: 7

 

<OOC> Heldesteth fail

<OOC> Nin-galad says, "Nada."

<OOC> Nin-galad says, "Theestle?"

<OOC> Thistle says, "...You want to move it? XD"

 

GAME: Thistle rolls strength: (6)+2: 8

 

<OOC> Thistle says, "Oh well we'll have to run. o:"

<OOC> Nin-galad says, ".."

<OOC> Nin-galad says, "Are you /both/ standing in front of it?"

<OOC> Thistle says, "Let's go back up the cliff and wait for it to bust out XD"

 

GAME: Nin-galad rolls 1d20+5: (15)+5: 20

 

Heldesteth attempts to move the boulder from the cave entrance, but strains in vain. "Damn! Okay, that thing is in there good." He takes a deep breath and yells, "HEY! YOU IN THERE! PUT YOUR BACK INTO IT! I AIN'T GOT ALL DAY!"

 

<OOC> Nin-galad says, "Too late for that now."

<OOC> Thistle says, "AHAHA"

<OOC> Thistle says, "ASGAAAAAAAAAAARD!"

 

<OOC> Nin-galad says, "Roll reflex, both of you."

 

GAME: Thistle rolls reflex: (20)+4: 24

GAME: Heldesteth rolls reflex: (16)+2: 18

GAME: Nin-galad rolls 2d6: (8): 8

GAME: Nin-galad damaged Thistle for 4 points. 16 remaining.

GAME: Nin-galad damaged Heldesteth for 4 points. 14 remaining.

 

[RPOne] Norii says, "it /is/ a gunpowerder dragon XD"

[RPOne] Thistle says, "Stop saying that! XD"

 

Apparently, whatever is inside heard Heldesteth. With an earthshattering /boom/ the entire boulder rockets out of the entrance of the cave in a shower of shale, stones and dirt. Unfortunately for both Heldesteth and Thistle, however, they were standing in front of the boulder as it becomes a missile. The impressive bulk of the thing sends them both sailing backwards a good thirty feet; luckily for the pair of them however they managed to get to the outer edges and are more or less taken along for a painful ride than splattered all over the face of the boulder.

 

Stepping out of the cave and through the smoke and dust is.. Something. It has to rise to its full and impressive height as it clears the lip of the cave and steps into the bright sunlight. Gleaming black scales cover every last inch of this bipedal creature, and there are several inches to cover; it is at least fourteen feet tall, when drawn up to its full height. If one did not know better, they would think that this really was in fact a dragon. Baleful red eyes stare out of a dragon-shaped head crowned with two rows of spines, and a massive serpentine tail whips back and forth as it flexes and unflexes its massive clawed hands.

 

With a heavy snort, a cloud of smoke exits its flaring nostrils and the smell of fresh gunpowder fills the area with it.

 

The hell is this thing?

 

[RPOne] Heldesteth says, "oh shit XD"

[RPOne] Heldesteth says, "it IS a gunpowder dragon XD!!!"

[RPOne] Norii told you :P

 

<OOC> Heldesteth says, "Who gets to go? :O"

<OOC> Nin-galad says, "That was his round, escaping. So.. You."

<OOC> Heldesteth says, "Awesome. I'm gonna charge him and power attack!"

 

GAME: Heldesteth rolls weapon1: (13)+8: 21

GAME: Heldesteth rolls 2d4+10: (8)+10: 18

 

<OOC> Nin-galad says, "Well he's not going to like you on his round, let me tell you."

<OOC> Nin-galad says, "Norii?"

<OOC> Norii says, "Magic Missle >:|"

 

GAME: Norii rolls 1d4 + 1: (2)+1: 3

 

<OOC> Nin-galad says, "Thistle's turn."

<OOC> Thistle says, "I can't get shown up by some southerner! XD"

<OOC> Thistle says, "CHAARGE!"

<OOC> Nin-galad says, "Roll it."

 

GAME: Thistle rolls 1d20+9: (9)+9: 18

GAME: Thistle rolls 1d8+4: (6)+4: 10

 

Heldesteth looks at the monster that emerges and smiles brightly. Oh yes, he loves this kind of stuff. "Took you long enough to move a simple pebble! Gonna fuck your day up, you oversized newt!" He charges at the creature with his scythe and cuts deep into the flesh, almost as if the scales were jelly.

 

<OOC> Nin-galad says, "Nice! His turn."

 

GAME: Nin-galad rolls 1d20+7: (3)+7: 10

GAME: Nin-galad rolls 1d20+7: (3)+7: 10

 

         Norii watches kicking her feet against the ground impasently as hell pushes at the rock. Board all to quick. Glancing off to the side for but a moment just as the ground heaves up under her, flinging her into the air even as the boulder. Wide eyed as she hangs in the air for a moment as a dragon thing explodes from the cave. Twisting in the air, left hand alight with green flames she launches a bolt of magic. Its flings her backward skidding along the ground. Reflexively she pulls her skirt down perventing any that hope to get fan service from such acrobatics.

 

<OOC> Nin-galad says, "After Thistle's pose, I'll emit, and then it's Helde's turn."

 

Thistle picks herself up off the ground, grasping for her fallen spear. It meets her fingers and she grasps it. Head still spinning, she nonetheless shakes the dust and pebbles from her hair and lets out an inarticulate howl of rage, charging ahead and putting all her wieght behind a spear thrust into the creature's scaled side.

The creature takes all the strikes in stride, everything from the melee blows to the magical bolt that strikes it in the side of the head. It's certainly wounded, but the creature doesn't really show it at all. Apparently, it can at least understand common because it looks right at Heldesteth while the cleric's scythe is imbedded in its body and grins; as far as the draconic face can, in any case.

 

Muscled arms coil back as it shrugs off the blows, shaking its scaled body and spraying flecks of black oil-like substance about that can only be assumed to be its blood. The large limbs stretch forwards, claws leading the way as it strikes towards Heldesteth from on high. It misses, however, and merely shatters the stone under Heldesteth's feet with another of those earthquake-like booms from before, sending up another spray of shale and dust as well as intensifying the ever-present scent of gunpowder on the air with another snort.

 

<OOC> Nin-galad says, "Helde's turn."

<OOC> Heldesteth says, "I'm gonna 5-foot, staying in melee with it but trying to get closer to flanking it with Thistle and then swing my scythe w/o power attack"

<OOC> Nin-galad says, "That's fine, attack away."

 

GAME: Heldesteth rolls weapon1: (10)+8: 18

 

<OOC> Nin-galad says, "Hit. o:"

 

GAME: Heldesteth rolls 2d4+6: (6)+6: 12

 

<OOC> Nin-galad says, "Still very alive. Norii?"

 

Heldesteth sidesteps the attacks by the creature and laughs at it, "Well, I see you can at least smile about being killed! I shall remember to say a prayer for you after slaying you, creature. You have more guts than a gnoll, at least." He moves to the side and slashes his scythe into it again, though not with quite the force his last attack had in it.

 

<OOC> Norii says, "hrm does my deep insight into all things magic tell me I could charm this thing? XD"

<OOC> Norii says, "it seems Human'iod after all"

<OOC> Heldesteth doesn't think Charm Person works on things like this XD

<OOC> Norii figured XD

<OOC> Nin-galad says, "Nah, you're outta luck."

<OOC> Norii magic Missiles at its general direction!

 

GAME: Norii rolls 1d4+1: (1)+1: 2

 

<OOC> Nin-galad says, "He dislikes your magical boltery, but is still alive."

<OOC> Nin-galad says, "Thistle's turn."

<OOC> Thistle says, "I'll attack again O:"

 

         Pointing her finger like one would a gun other hand even propped to give the firing one support, green flame still alight at the tip of her finger. Another bolt of green goes screeming at the 'dragon?'. Wind stired from her magic all about her sends her clothes fluttering in proper dramatic fashion. The bolt only seems to glance againt the surface.

 

GAME: Thistle rolls 1d20+7: (9)+7: 16

 

<OOC> Thistle says, "Hit? :o"

<OOC> Nin-galad says, "Miss."

<OOC> Nin-galad says, "Oh ho ho. :D"

 

GAME: Nin-galad rolls 1d20+7: (18)+7: 25

GAME: Nin-galad rolls 1d20+7: (2)+7: 9

 

<OOC> Nin-galad says, "This is going to hurt, Helde."

 

Thistle attacks again. This time her spear skitters over the oily black scales with a horrible sound.

 

GAME: Nin-galad rolls 2d8+5: (10)+5: 15

 

<OOC> Heldesteth K.O.'d

 

GAME: Nin-galad damaged Heldesteth for 15 points. -1 remaining.

 

         Norii can’t' help but blame Hel's willingness to die as he is struck and much like a rag doll sent flying by the powerful claw. Doing the only thing she knows how she launches another missile of pure magic at the brute!

 

GAME: Norii rolls 1d4 + 1: (2)+1: 3

 

As Heldesteth's scythe leaves the creature's side and trails an impressive splattering of the oily black blood, the creature spares a second to glance at the wound before looking back to the cleric. It's eyes flare like red fire in the dark sockets, another snort of grey smoke escaping its nostrils as it reaches out with one massive paw to grab the cleric with alarming speed. Lifting him bodily from the shattered, splattered stony ground it literally tosses Heldesteth into the air while pulling its other massive mitt back.

 

As Heldesteth starts to descend, its arm comes forwards with the gleaming black claws leading. Four foot-long talons pierce the cleric completely, the tips erupting out his back with a splatter of gore to add some red to the black coating the ground. The creature spins and swings its arm, letting the cleric's body fly from its claws and sail off to smack against the stone wall near the cave it had erupted from but mere seconds ago.

 

<OOC> Nin-galad says, "Still up! Thistle?"

<OOC> Thistle is glad she's blind.

<OOC> Thistle says, "I'll attack o:"

 

GAME: Thistle rolls 1d20+7: (20)+7: 27

 

<OOC> Thistle says, "Oo!"

<OOC> Nin-galad says, "Oooh, crit!"

 

GAME: Thistle rolls 1d20+7: (11)+7: 18

 

<OOC> Nin-galad says, "Roll to-"

<OOC> Nin-galad says, "Crit!"

<OOC> Thistle says, "GLEE!"

 

GAME: Thistle rolls 1d8+4: (6)+4: 10

GAME: Thistle rolls 1d8+4: (2)+4: 6

GAME: Thistle rolls 1d8+4: (3)+4: 7

 

<OOC> Nin-galad calmly applies reading glasses to nose, scans numbers.

<OOC> Thistle XD

<OOC> Nin-galad hrm hrms quietly, calculating.

<OOC> Nin-galad says, "Well!"

<OOC> Nin-galad says, "He's dead. o:"

<OOC> Heldesteth XD

<OOC> Thistle glee! XD

<OOC> Nin-galad says, "Helde you can roll to stabilize."

 

GAME: Heldesteth rolls 1d100: (10): 10

 

<OOC> Nin-galad says, "Wow, nice."

<OOC> Nin-galad says, "Stable."

 

She just isn't high up enough! Thistle snarls as her spear slides off of the creature's black scales again, letting out a harsh Giantish curse. Gripping the spear, the little northerner steps back, then runs back a pace and -vaults- forward, springing up into the air with the spear leading and comes down upon the dragon. The spear hits home between the larger scales of it's rearing breast and catches momentarily before Thistle's falling weight brings it dragging with a sound like shrieking metal down though scale and flesh, tearing messily downward in a long line. Oily black blood spurts forth and strikes the northerner full on, eliciting a mad, triumphant yell.

 

The creature falls backwards as it is eviscerated, arms flailing as a piercing shriek escapes its draconic maw. A long, snake-like tongue drops out of the side of its fanged mouth as it crashes to the ground with a stone-shattering thud, leaking its precious life fluid all across the ground though already dead by this point. There's a fair bit of blood in this thing, too. The crater it had made earlier when it failed to crush Heldesteth the first time is quickly becoming a pool of oily black blood.

 

Now, the camp falls silent. The fire that had somehow been missed by the boulders entirely is the only source of sound next to the bubble stream as it pours down the rocky slope. It would appear you have killed everything.

 

<OOC> Thistle says, "Or are we all done for the night? o:"

<OOC> Nin-galad says, "That was the last part to this encounter. You guys can do whatever you please now."

 

         Norii pauses. It stays quiet for a moment. Then she slowly manages to climb down the rocks to where the blood covered barbarian. "It’s dead." it may be stating the obvious but still its rather shocking. Kneeling down by the cleric she looks him over even if she isnt' sure what to look for"Hel' seems ok, but he is out cold again. Thank for saving our lives again ..."

 

Thistle tumbles forward and off of the beast as it falls backward, dead. She gets a knock to the noggin, catching up on a rock. Panting, wheezing. She blinks up at the red blur that is Norii and gulps for air, just lying where she is for the moment and trying to catch her breath.

 

"Dead! Is good!" Thistle manages. "Okay!"

 

<OOC> Nin-galad says, "Well, I have no real further commentary so if one of you wants to pose gathering Helde up and hauling him out of the woods I think we're done."

 

Thistle picks herself up after a while, shaking now from the exhaustion of the rage leaving her. And goes to help Norii pick up Heldesteth and drag him into the woods.

 

         Norii takes a seat too next to the Barbarian. She isn't tired, or even winded. With a wave of her hand over Thistle she gets some of that blood off her, sending it splattering to the ground. "That ... was kinda fun though, brush with death and all ..." a bit high off adrenalin. Leaning forward she gathers Hel, "Lets loot the place and get out of here."