The War Continues (D&D RP Thread)

[Manawolf]

OOC: Continuing with the RP from the old forum.

Saeoun, the Radiant Servant, Eiram, the Elven Ranger, and Sasha, the Shifter Warshaper, step into the Cathedral of Pelor.  In the main hall, they find the body of bleeding cleric, moaning in pain.

Meanwhile, outside the Temple of Kord, Lieutenant Avalon, Astraea the rogue, the aberrant Gary, and Doragon the Dragon Shaman look around the corner at the two guards at the entrance.  Not wanting to alert anymore already inside, Avalon advises the rogue and ninja to take out the gaurds with little noise.

And heading toward the East Gate in the town, Malakin the spearman, Joulzen the combat medic, Zander the killoren druid, Velgin the spellsword, Amarillis the exalted arcanist escort twelve engineers hauling two cannons down the street.

Back at the warehouse being used by the military as a temporary headquarters, Zeth the gnome beguiler interrogates 5 orc POWs.

The entire town of Saltmarsh is under siege, and this is how a group of adventurers are seeking to save it.

[Malakin]

OOC: *Cough* Malakin, not malaking *Cough*

[Joshua]

OOC: Just for the record, Sasha did not offer her name to the new arrivals either. She just glared at them with some contempt. She had worked hard to advance from grunt to Sgt and didn't like the new, non-military sticking their noses into her fight.

IC: Sasha ignored the priest and quickly moved past him. Her eyes darted around the interior of the main chamber searching for any movement. She knew she was no healer and left that job to those with more delicate hands. Her own hands though tightened their grips around the worked leather of her sword hilts as she bared her sharp teeth, growling a low and throaty growl.

[Lobsopdoy]

OOC: I might be gone for a bit. Perhaps a week. We're spending some time up North.

[Dragonvixen]

OOC: the results from the Backround contest are in.
1st place Rakuras
2nd place Azlan
3rd  place Saeoun

1st place Rakuras gets 2000 gp
2nd place Azlan gets 5 potions of cure moderate wounds
3rd place Seaoun gets 5 potions of cure light wounds

every one who entered gets a mess kit and 4 sp.

[Manawolf]

OOC: DV, this is the IC thread, the OOC thread kind of fallen a little further down.  As for the RP, it seems like things at the temples may be on hiatus for now due to people in those groups being somewhat tied up.  Let's look over to our people with the cannons.

The group reaches the East gate with little trouble.  Not a soul stands on the streets, but a few of the town gaurds are there to meet them at the gate.  A male warrior steps forward.

"I am Lara Tanerson, overseer of Eastgate.  What is happening?  Why is the town on alert?"

[e_voyager]

The ranger enters causally.  He checks area for signs of the enemy.

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[Manawolf]

The ranger practically scours the place from top to bottom.  He finds nary a soul beyond the dying cleric on the steps to the main hall, but notices a few things.  The pulpit in the center of the main hall seems to have a marking in the fabric set on top, indicating something that used to sit there is now gone.  He also finds numerous tracks, and a bloody footprint by the dying cleric that doesn't belong to him.  He can just as many fresh tracks coming into the temple as going out.

Edit: OOC: for the sake of moving things along while the integral player is out...

Saeoun runs up to the cleric and places a hand upon his chest.  With the help of his sacred healing, he returns 13 points to the man's health.  The man gets up, still breathing uneasily.

"Thanks you, Saeoun.  You saved my life.  The orcs broke in, I tried to stop them, but they blew right through me.  I had kept the temple clear of innocents, knowing this place would be targeted by those greedy creatures.  They made off with our sacred vessel," He turned to the pulpit, "along with anything else they thought help some value.  Please, you must go after them.  We can not let them get away with this.  I'll stay here and wait for you, I'd doubt they come back, but I must stay and pray to Pelor.  I wish you all luck in your search."

[e_voyager]

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Eiram call his hound and points the tracks. With the scent memorized the hounds nods that it it ready and he call for the others to follow him as they leave the temple on the track of the orcs. His blood  flows hot at the thought of slayings those butchering  monsters

[Dragonvixen]

The <elven>bloody Abyss sent hordes of the one-eyed are attacking, Fool!!<elven>

The Guard stares at the Red robed elf in shock  "what was that spell-talk or somewhat? Can you speak in common?"

Amarillis slowly as if to a small child " the big bad nasty orcises and lizardfolkes are attacking, so the town is on alert. Which means you get to follow Lt. Amarillis of the Moon's Flame army to defend this town. <Draconic> Understand?<Draconic> How many men do you have?

[Manawolf]

"I'm afraid we only have the currently gate gaurds stationed here, miss, which is only 8 excluding myself.  Should we stay to continue guarding the gate in case they try to get through.  In fact,"  Lars turned to the gaurd standing at the threshold of Eastgate, "Close the gate, no one but military personnel may be allowed access to the city."

The guard begins to enter the door to the gate's watchtower.

[Joshua]

Temple of Pelor - Main Hall

Sasha watched Eiram as he paused in his search of the hall, then called his hound in to continue the search. Hearing the priest relate the events that had transpired Sasha sheathed her swords and looked over at the holy man. "And just what was this sacred vessel? What did it look like?"

[Manawolf]

"It was a blessed cup we used for ceremonies," The priest answered, "It makes any water poured into it holy.  However, if one of evil were to drink from it, they shall be stricken with a hunger that can never be satisfied.  While it would be a fate those ruffians have well earned, I'd rather not have them sully the goblet with even the touch of their lips."

[e_voyager]

Eiram taps his top as he waits. he is eager to be on the tail but this is unfamiliar territory and he still has the manners to wait on what capanions  wish to join him on the hunt. "shall we hurry? the trail grows cold as we wait"

[Manawolf]

The cleric and shifter finally  follow the ranger on the orc's trail from the Cathedral of Pelor.  Meanwhile, back at the Temple of Kord, Astraea moves into position to take out one of the guards.  However, she slips at the last moment, and drops her dagger.  The orc turns to see the elvish rogue lying on the ground before him.  He quickly grabs hold of her, and presents her to the other guard.  The two smile at each other, then take her above their heads, holding her arms and legs, and run off with her, heading toward the local cemetery.

Lieutenant Avalon stares blankly for several moments, then shakes his head and turns to the remaining group.

"This may be our chance, we must take advantage of the rogue's noble sacrifice and enter while their is no one to warn those inside.  Quickly, everyone enter together.  Gary, enter at my side.  The two who enter last, stand inside the doors and run to warn us if anyone else comes.  Now move."

The soldiers enter the temple, and two remain right inside the doors, peaking out into the world.  Inside they find many bodies.  A few dozen commoners and a handful of gaurds lay slain upon the floors.

"Damn, these people came to see the fights at sunset, but instead ended up some of the victims of the siege.  We must keep other people out.  While the town bells rang, they seemed to grow silent too soon.  If the bells of this place were rung, the people of Saltmarsh would know for sure that they are under attack.  Mr. Chavez, seek out the belltower of this temple, and ring the bells for the people to hear.  Doragon and Myself shall lead the rest of the soldiers to clear out the rest of the orc infestation.  No doubt they've already begun to raid the armory for the gladiators."

[Manawolf]

At Eastgate, the Porticuliss is about to be closed when one of the guards spots something coming down the road.  He narrows his eyes, and sees four figures marching toward the gate.  One looks to be a bard, a set of pan pipes in hand and a rapier at his side. Another looks to be fair skinned, wearing a shiny silver-white chain shirt and scimitar, and with a big canine with yellow-brown fur and large ears at his side.  Another leading them appears to be a catfolk, who appears restricted in his steps as he waits for his companions to catch up.  His eyes meet with those of the gaurd on top of the ramparts.  The fourth one sports a pair of fey wings on her back, and the combined elegance of fey and elf.  She sits in the saddle of a light warhorse, who bears the colors of the royal army.

"Halt the gate," The overseer shouted.  They waited for the four to arrive and step through the arches.  The overseer stepped forward to greet them, "Madame, I was told to expect your arrival, though we had expected and hoped you would arrive earlier."

[e_voyager]

the ranger Eiram steps off the the side. he knows not whats is going one but i will wait to see how things play out. of all the low down things to to ransacking a temple rates pretty hight and is made worse by the harm brought religious followers that reside their. the orcs will not escape today.

[Manawolf]

"There you are," Marethial proclaims approaching the gate, "Our forces have been split at the temples, I need volunteers to follow me.  Introductions have either been given already or can wait, we must move quickly.  All but 2 can come, the rest will stay here and set up a proper defense for the gate.  You engineers, start digging trenches and setting up Fraise.  Use whatever you can, chairs, spears, anything, just make sure the ends pointing outward are sharp."

[Reese Tora]

Marosharr arrives at the east gate of the city of salt marsh with the sun low on the horizon, his mission to escort the half-fey nearly complete.  The city apparently closing it's gates for the night as they approach it.  He dashes the last few yards to the gates and turns to wait for his charge and chance road companions to catch up.

He waits impatiently, scanning the gate area, as the half-fey is made her introductions, and perks noticibly as Marethial comes to the gate.

"There you are," Marethial proclaims approaching the gate, "Our forces have been split at the temples, I need volunteers to follow me.  Introductions have either been given already or can wait, we must move quickly.  All but 2 can come, the rest will stay here and set up a proper defense for the gate.  You engineers, start digging trenches and setting up Fraise.  Use whatever you can, chairs, spears, anything, just make sure the ends pointing outward are sharp."

<feline>"Interesting.<feline*> What is attacking?  After this borrring essscort, I'm due for some action.  I volunteer myself."

<*note: feline is a sibilant language, and the one word could be confused with a hiss, sharp intake of breath, or a stifled curse>

[Manawolf]

"Orcs and lizardfolk seem to have banded together in a full assault on the city.  We are currently clearing the temple district of enemies and refugees."

[Netami]

Silas MacNamera stood with the group of newcomers, stroking his chin in contemplation as he overheard the conversation between Marosharr and Marethial. Weighing his options for a few moments before smiling and letting the pan pipes rest at his belt where they fit snugly in a holster, Silas moved to speak.

"Friends, I find it quite distasteful for these ruffians to lay siege to such a famed city as Saltmarsh. Allow me to accompany the good sir's band into the city and throw these foes from the region. Perhaps then we will have some drink and song to celebrate the retrieved?"

He seemed confident enough in that reasoning, and moved to join the group that would head to the temple district.

[Manawolf]

"Celebrate all you wish once the enemy is defeated, until then, we shall give them no quarter."

[Azlan]

The rider dismounts, quickly removing essential gear from the horse.  "My duty shall be here, unless you believe you will need me."

The lady turns to one of the idle guards and hands him the reins, "could you take him to where your other mounts are kept." 

[Lobsopdoy]

Gary nodded and detached from the wall he had pressed up against. He touched the side of the bell tower and was surprised to find that his insect-like hands were able to adhere to it. As he started to clamber upwards, his breath caught in his throat when he first saw his bare feet. They were covered with the same hard chitin that his hands were. They ended in 3 toes with long, vicious looking nails. He quickly turned his face upwards and tried not to think about what the rest of his body would look like the next time he had to bathe. He climbed up to the top of the tower and rang the bell, then hid in preparation for the guards that would undoubtedly have heard the ringing.
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[Manawolf]

The glorious bells ring loudly, blasting their thunderous booms over the entire town.  With little place to hide, Gary hides amongst the raftors of the belltower.  The clanging of the bells threaten to deafen him, but he manages to block out the thunderous chimes.

A pair of orcs rush into the tower to find no one there.

"Someone rang the bell," One of the orcs yelled, "The captain will have our heads."

Marethial looks to the belltower from Eastgate.  She waves the group forward, "Those who wish to come, come.  Someone stay here with Miss Silithiel to guard the gate.  There is no time to argue, so let's move."

Down on the ground floor of the Temple of Kord, Lieutenant Avalon leads Doragon and his soldiers into the arena.  There, they see two orcs practicing with masterwork greatswords.  Josh draws his sword and shield.

"Stand down thieves," Josh shouts to the orcs, "Or meet the fate of those who defy authority."

"We will not stand down, knight," One of the orcs replies, "This city will be under our authority soon enough."

The banging of the bells sweeps through the arena.

"Then the bell tolls for thee!"

Josh charges the orcs.  The blade digs into the left orc's chainmail  The blade doesn't dig that far though  The holy damage still flairs in the wound, dealing a total of 14 damage.

The orcs go into a rage and strike back, but can not pierce Josh's armor.

[Lobsopdoy]

Gary quietly uncovered his crossbow and aimed at one of the orc guards, hiding among the rafters and sticking to the wall.

Crossbow shot = 1 + 10 = 11
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Gary fumbled and dropped his crossbow on the floor and attempted to hide

Hide = 18-5 = 13
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[Manawolf]

The crossbow lands on the head of one of the orcs, who looks about bewildered.  The other looks up and spots Gary in the rafters.

"There he is," He shouts drawing a javelin.

The orcs throw their javelins at the ninja.  The first one misses completely, the other bounces off Gary's carapace.  The orcs grow infuriated.

[Reese Tora]

Marosharr goes with Marethial's group, his short bow drawn and strung, and an arrow nocked and ready to be drawn and fired.  He moves in stops and starts, dashing ahead and dropping behind the main group, senses on alert for any sign of hostile forces.

[Lobsopdoy]

Gary quickly looked to both sides for another place to hide, finding none he quickly threw a dagger at one of the orcs. The dagger hit home and created a bleeding wound. (quick draw is used)

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2+2 =4 X 2 for critical hit = 8 +3 for blood loss = 11

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[Malakin]

After listening quietly, Malakin readies a javelin and runs after Marethial's squad..
This should be intresting..