B IC Hoard of the Dragon Queen
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				Title: <strong>B IC Hoard of the Dragon Queen</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AndyZ</strong> on <strong>02-01-2015, 12:50:04</strong>
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				(http://images.cdn.bigcartel.com/bigcartel/product_images/142128457/max_w-900/Greenrest_DM_Version_(Medium).jpg)<br><br>The town of Greenest was founded by the halfling Dharva Scatterheart, a rogue who fancied herself the queen of the Greenfields.&nbsp; Scatterheart passed away without ever achieving that level of eminence, but her town grew into a thriving community.&nbsp; Its success isn't surprising, since Greenest is the only town of any size astride the Uldoon Trail, the most direct road between the eastern cities of the Dragon Coast, Cormyr, and Sembia with the Coast Way running south to the great cities of Amn, Tethyr, and far Calimshan.&nbsp; The trade caravans that pass through Greenest bring gold to the town's merchants and craftsfolk, and Governor Nighthill runs the town at the behest of the inhabitants.<br><br>At the current pace of travel, the adventurers should reach the town by nightfall.
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				Title: <strong>Re: B IC Hoard of the Dragon Queen</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>FragarachZ</strong> on <strong>02-01-2015, 14:23:43</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/b6/dd/54/b6dd54938b7d32602cbe5f38d9b5bfda.jpg)</div><strong><span class="bbc_u">Araun Syolkiir</span></strong><br>Neutral Good Wood Elf Ranger<br>Level 1<br><strong>HP:</strong> 12/12; <strong>Hit Dice:</strong> 1d10<br><strong>AC:</strong> 14; <strong>Proficiency:</strong> +2<br><strong>Init:</strong> +3; <strong>Speed </strong>35<br><hr><br>Araun was way past his usual patrol route outside of Greenest, the circles he strode to make sure nothing unwanted got close to the town without being noticed growing ever larger in the last couple of years. Especially now, with little Epona a grown woman and having set out on her own journey, there wasn't much keeping the ranger here anymore. He noticed he kept going out further each day, and felt that it would be soon time to leave the cozy little cottage at the edge of Greenest that he knew as home for more than two decades now. It was simply no longer home with him alone there. He was always home in the wilderness he knew, he easily knew how to stay alive and go unnoticed out there, the house he knew, represented something more than a shelter and protection. It meant family, and with the loss of his wife the closest family he had was his daughter, half-elven and beautiful, so much like her human mother was.<br><br>No, Araun decided. That cottage wasn't home anymore. He never considered it his, it belonged to her wife who was a druid and worshipper of Chauntea, a caretaker for the fields and lands throughout and around Greenest. A woman he happened upon by chance, and slowly grew fond of as they learned to understand another. Much the same happened with the folk of Greenest, taking a long time until they got to friendly terms. They didn't treat him any differently than any neighbor now, in fact he was welcome by people that he aided and saved during the years. When his wife fell in a monster attack, he stayed here, in her house to raise their child and he was thankful that the townsfolk were helpful enough to help with the difficult task, wether it was a gift of fresh milk or baked bread from time to time or someone looking after the little girl when he had to go out only to return to a crying Epona looking for her daddy.<br><br>This was all the past now, and Araun resolved that he had to start a new chapter in his life. He held himself back in the last twenty years, not taking unnecessary risks and avoiding fighting when possible, always thinking of his daughter first. But now she was out there looking after herself and there was nothing tying him down. For a brief moment, he considered simply keeping walking one way and seeing where the wind would guide him. He shook his head. He owed these people more than just running off without a word. He'd finish his patrol, like usual then talk to the governor tomorrow morning.&nbsp; Perhaps leave a few pointers for whoever would pick up after him.<br><br>He climbed a small hill overlooking one of the roads leading to the town, not revealing himself even as he left the cover of trees. Overlooking the paths he spotted movement, travelers perhaps. The sun was still up and monsters were more active during nighttime, and wouldn't take the road anyway. There didn't seem to be a caravan or any animals either. Strangers to town perhaps? The elf furrowed his brow. They better not bring trouble with them.<br>Deciding he covered enough ground, he vanished between the trees like a forest ghost, circling down towards the road below to intercept whoever it was that approached. By the time they had a chance to notice him, he was almost on the edge of the road himself.<br><br>"Hail traveler! You are drawing near Greenest, so state your intentions! Are you friend or foe of the goodfolk, for those of ill intent are not welcome here!" he spoke aloud, in the common tongue of men.
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				Title: <strong>Re: B IC Hoard of the Dragon Queen</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>eternaldarkness</strong> on <strong>03-01-2015, 05:31:09</strong>
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				Leena was forever on the move, always fleeing from something or searching for something, but unlike usual she had a goal in mind. This time, she was looking for something, or rather someone, dear to her - her recently-vanished master, the monk Hu yen. She'd awakened just a few weeks ago in the camp they'd been sharing only to find him gone, and had been on his trail ever since, a trail that led her toward Greenest after bribing, bullying and sometimes even asking nicely to discover where he'd wandered toward. Now she was a day out from the town, her pack strapped to her back and the plain brown hooded robe she wore covering he small form and her quarterstaff which double as a walking stick in hand as she made her way along the well-traveled road. <br><br>It was then that she heard the voice hailing her, and she looked up with those cold, hard eyes of hers to see who it was before she approached the figure. <br><br>"Just passing through, looking for a friend of mine who might have come this way."
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				Title: <strong>Re: B IC Hoard of the Dragon Queen</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>FragarachZ</strong> on <strong>03-01-2015, 12:29:47</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/b6/dd/54/b6dd54938b7d32602cbe5f38d9b5bfda.jpg)</div><strong><span class="bbc_u">Araun Syolkiir</span></strong><br>Neutral Good Wood Elf Ranger<br>Level 1<br><strong>HP:</strong> 12/12; <strong>Hit Dice:</strong> 1d10<br><strong>AC:</strong> 14; <strong>Proficiency:</strong> +2<br><strong>Init:</strong> +3; <strong>Speed </strong>35<br><hr><br>Araun beheld the traveler draped in a nondescript brown cloak. He could guess they were not a child, yet they were about the size of a human or elf of ten summers. When the wanderer answered, he could finally tell it was a woman underneath the hood, a lightfoot with cold eyes and a gaze that was likely hardened during her travels perhaps. A smile almost came to Araun when he thought back to the halfling woman he knew best many years ago, but didn't let it show.<br><br>"Many walk these roads miss, traders, caravans and travelers alike. If your friend came this way, no doubt they passed through Greenest, or are still there. The town is still many hours on foot from here, especially on an empty stomach. There is a good spot for camping up ahead where travelers usually rest. You can use that if you will, but do not tarry long lest night find you outside of town." he spoke, trying to sound friendly but also giving a hint of a warning. Just in case he would keep an eye on the traveler, in his experience, halflings often meant trouble, either directly or indirectly.
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				Title: <strong>Re: B IC Hoard of the Dragon Queen</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>rikka</strong> on <strong>03-01-2015, 15:05:06</strong>
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				Mercusio was tired and miserable.&nbsp; Mostly tired as his feet hurt from the long trek which started from the monastery of Lathander – where he stayed and received his training - located in the outskirts of Iriaebor.&nbsp; His woes stem from the fact he had to lug out items and equipment that were standard issue for any acolyte – like the armor and the shield, which to Mercusio weighed like a ton - which he is not used to in carrying especially at long distances. The order has sent him off, as part of his learning experience, to Greenest, there to teach and spread the word of the Morninglord to its populace, and to assist them in any way he can.<br>&nbsp; <br>He was not too happy by the whole thing but he had little choice in the matter, for he cannot go back to his home nor will he be welcomed if he tried. But most of all he could never go back to the easy life he used to enjoy.&nbsp; Well at least, in way, he has regained his freedom, and was finally out of that old musty place – where he slaved and had to put up with those cloistered stiffs of clerics - where his family sent him so as to be taught a ‘lesson’.&nbsp; He’ll show them, he’ll make a name for himself for sure. They’ll regret for ‘casting him out’ from the life he solely deserved.&nbsp; This he swears. <br><br>His journey has been long and tedious, and he always hoped that the next town or settlement he saw in the horizon would be Greenest, only to discover that he still had a long ways to go before getting to that place.&nbsp; How long has it been he was on the roads?&nbsp; He could not tell, but another day was about to end and another cold night will soon follow.&nbsp; He hated roughing it out in the wilderness; especially alone, for obvious reasons, and was gladden when he saw two souls down the road.&nbsp; Throwing all cares to the wind he quickened his pace until he was close enough to the two to declare his presence.<br><br>“Well met, strangers!&nbsp; May I inquire if this road leads to Greenest?&nbsp; And if so, how much further before I reach the place?&nbsp; Also, with your indulgence, may I join your company?&nbsp; Especially if you are planning to set up camp soon, for as the saying goes: there is safety in numbers.” <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: B IC Hoard of the Dragon Queen</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Muse</strong> on <strong>03-01-2015, 19:22:45</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/a/a2/Saffvictoria.jpg)</div>K'tanya (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=220587.msg10848407#msg10848407)<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;A petite and fresh faced redhead walked easily next to Mercusio occasionally talking to him cheerfully.&nbsp; Since meeting this cleric at a monastery outside of Cormyr, K'tanya had agreed that he'd be a good man to travel with for a while.&nbsp; Though the clerics had been nothing but polite about it, she'd gotten the distinct subtext that they were having trouble finding a companion for him and a&nbsp; young woman traveling alone—with naught but a dagger and some simple spells for her defense—would be hard up enough for someone to watch her back that she'd accept their prodigal acolyte.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;K'tanya quietly found the young man quite amusing.&nbsp; She'd been an important wizard's daughter long enough to recognize the mannerisms of a well born man trying to deal with the burdens of self sufficiency.&nbsp; She'd expected he'd try to leach off of her, and been prepared to slip away in a town if he did, but the young priest was sincerely trying—even if she could see him grumbling to himself about it.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;So she smiled and made cheerful conversation and tried to subtly slip him help when he wasn't sure how to do his part.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The tiny redhead stood next to her companion, hand on a walking stick that would make a fairly poor combat staff, and looked up the road at the silver haired man who had greeted them.&nbsp; Her green eyes went a little wide, and she felt acutely aware of the wind rustling her rosey tresses over her shoulders.&nbsp; She was glad to let the priest do the talking.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: B IC Hoard of the Dragon Queen</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>FragarachZ</strong> on <strong>04-01-2015, 03:25:26</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/b6/dd/54/b6dd54938b7d32602cbe5f38d9b5bfda.jpg)</div><strong><span class="bbc_u">Araun Syolkiir</span></strong><br>Neutral Good Wood Elf Ranger<br>Level 1<br><strong>HP:</strong> 12/12; <strong>Hit Dice:</strong> 1d10<br><strong>AC:</strong> 14; <strong>Proficiency:</strong> +2<br><strong>Init:</strong> +3; <strong>Speed </strong>35<br><hr><br>The elf looked towards the newcomers, one a human quite weary from the road, the other a half-human, quite cheerful and energetic. Against his intentions, his gaze stopped on the girl with fiery red hair, looking just a little older than his own daughter. Instinctively, he felt somewhat closer to the young woman, who likely experienced much of what his little girl has gone through reaching adulthood.<br><br>"Well met yourself, Brother of the faith. Indeed good Greenest lies ahead still several hours on slow foot. We see traveling pilgrims from time to time, no doubt you will be welcome if you count the followers of te Earthmother among your friends." he answered. Then, turning to the redhead he said in elven "And greetings to you as well, daughter of the elves. I hope this day finds you well."<br><br>Switching back to common he walked out from the cover of trees to reveal he was no lurking bandit. "If you seek a place to rest, one is closeby. I will guide you." Of course, he was curious who these travelers were, he had not seen them in the area before. They didn't seem harmful but still... Best keep a close eye on them before they continue to town.
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				Title: <strong>Re: B IC Hoard of the Dragon Queen</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>eternaldarkness</strong> on <strong>04-01-2015, 03:30:38</strong>
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				Leena considered pressing on to reach the town, but she had to admit that even she didn't want to get caught out on the road alone after dark, and while she could go off the road and move stealthily through the bush that would slow her down so much she'd still not make it before dark, and probably not before morning. No, if master Yen had come this way, she wasn't going to find him tonight. <br><br>"I'm betting you haven't seen him, or you'd already know who I was talking about. But it doesn't matter....i'll get some supplies tomorrow and keep looking."<br><br>Then two more appeared, one a human who looked like the sort she would have robbed, murdered, and dumped in the river just a few years ago. The other, a pretty, innocent-looking redhead, she probably would've grabbed and sold to the zhents, or maybe something else. But that was a long time ago, and her taste for the exploitation of other beings, while not entirely gone, had been tempered by the fact that she was, to be honest, lonely. Her reputation for extreme cruelty hadn't won many friends, and truthfully she liked being around people even if she never had and never would understand any of them.<br><br>With that, Leena started wordlessly toward the aforementioned campsite, intending to make camp there for the night.
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				Title: <strong>Re: B IC Hoard of the Dragon Queen</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>rikka</strong> on <strong>04-01-2015, 14:58:30</strong>
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				Upon hearing from the elven stranger that Greenest was not much farther ahead, Mercusio practically jumped for joy, arms raised to the heavens, and his face filled with elation that he could cry. “Yes!&nbsp; Praised be Lathander!” he proclaimed.&nbsp; But inside his gratitude was half-hearted; cursing instead his deity and any powers he knows of and holding them responsible for not making things easy for him.<br><br>But there is K’tanya.&nbsp; The female half-elf has been lovely traveling companion for the young acolyte, and would have gone mad along the journey without her company.&nbsp; He met her one night when she sought shelter at the monastery. Mercusio remembered serving her soup that time, and got awestruck by her natural beauty.&nbsp; When she mentioned that she was on her way to Greenest, the head priest was delighted.&nbsp; He asked a small favor of her – that is to accompany one of their aspiring acolytes to her destination.&nbsp; Him - Mercusio Gondsworth.&nbsp; While the spoiled youth-cleric-in-training did not like the idea of going off to a faraway place, and to do more dirty work for the order, the prospect of being accompanied by someone like K’tanya made such a journey less of burden and become pleasant instead.<br><br>During their travels, Mercusio found the half-elf to be kind and forthcoming even.&nbsp; She would listen to his stories and concerns without being too critical.&nbsp; He has certainly have never met a woman like her before, unlike her whining sisters back home, or like the paid female company he used to indulge in.&nbsp; There were nights when he wished he and she would go beyond being friendly traveling acquaintances.&nbsp; But he was not sure how.&nbsp; He could entice her with riches, but even if he did have such in hand, he reckoned she is not that shallow of a person.&nbsp; Trying toy with her heart might not work either.&nbsp; He remembered her mentioning that she is some sort of magic-user, and there is of course the dagger she wears. Definitely, Murcusio wouldn’t want to cross her nor betray the trust they developed during this travel.&nbsp; <br><br>Remembering that he was with unknown company, Mercusio quickly regained his composure.&nbsp; “Forgive me for that embarrassing outburst. It is just… well you see.&nbsp; Knowing that Greenest is so close, I couldn’t hold the joy of starting my missionary work there the soonest.” That was a lie of course.&nbsp; Mercusio plans to bide his time once in Greenest, hoping to find opportunities of enriching himself.&nbsp; Perhaps he could charge exorbitantly from his healing skills.&nbsp; That would be a start.&nbsp; He quietly sighed. There was also the matter with K’tanya.&nbsp; Their company would end once they reach Greenest.&nbsp; Perhaps that is for the best, he figured, better she never finds out the real, ugly and annoying Mercusio Gondsworth.&nbsp; &nbsp;But at least they could enjoy each other’s, friendly, company for one more night. <br><br>“We are most grateful ofyou, dear sir. I and the beauteous K’tanya gladly accept your aid and hospitality.”<br><br>&nbsp;<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: B IC Hoard of the Dragon Queen</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Muse</strong> on <strong>04-01-2015, 17:07:10</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/a/a2/Saffvictoria.jpg)</div><strong>K'tanya</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=220587.msg10848407#msg10848407)<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;K'tanya's emerald eyes widened when the blond man greeted her.&nbsp; Though she'd never stood in the company of one of full blood, it was quite clear from his grace, strength, and elegantly tipped ears that this man was fully eleven.&nbsp; She'd met a few like herself from time to time—elfkin her father called them, so much more elegant an appellation than half-elf.&nbsp; She'd briefly observed ambassadors from Tangletrees and Everska at a distance while attending court with Caspar, her adoptive father.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;But a true elf, just walking up to her like any other road warden?&nbsp; It was a magical moment, triply so when he greeted her in elvish!&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The redhead stammered for a moment, blushing a little as she replied in a poem of language--knowing all to well how simplistic her grasp of the complicated tongue actually was, little more than baby talk.&nbsp; <em>"Elen sila lumen omentilvo."</em>&nbsp; A star shines upon the hour of our meeting.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The redhead grit her teeth, painfully aware that she'd never spoken the language with a native speaker before.&nbsp; She pressed her palm over her heart in a gesture of sincerity and bowed.&nbsp; (To any who knew the body language of the wood elves of Cormanthor, the gesture of sincerity should have accompanied the greeting, not her introduction.)&nbsp; "I am K'tanya of Cormyr, daughter of Caspar.&nbsp; I am traveling to further my studies."&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;She belatedly threw Mercusio a grateful look for being firm and charming in her moment of uncharacteristic lack of grace.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: B IC Hoard of the Dragon Queen</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>FragarachZ</strong> on <strong>04-01-2015, 18:08:53</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/b6/dd/54/b6dd54938b7d32602cbe5f38d9b5bfda.jpg)</div><strong><span class="bbc_u">Araun Syolkiir</span></strong><br>Neutral Good Wood Elf Ranger<br>Level 1<br><strong>HP:</strong> 12/12; <strong>Hit Dice:</strong> 1d10<br><strong>AC:</strong> 14; <strong>Proficiency:</strong> +2<br><strong>Init:</strong> +3; <strong>Speed </strong>35<br><hr><br>The ranger raised an eyebrow at the reaction of the two new travelers. The human male seemed suspicious despite his polite words following his almost childish outburst. Was this really an acolyte of the human's sun god? He seemed to lack something that the elf saw in young priests and druids usually working around the fields. A certain level of humility perhaps?&nbsp; Not sure what to believe yet, Araun made a mental note to observe the young man, and the silent halfling who already started along the path on her own. Fugitives? Con men? Certainly not brigands. Maybe just travelers with a colorful history? Certainly they must have come from backgrounds he was not familiar with.<br><br>As for the response of the half-human, it seemed... clumsy, almost adorable to a point, much like when his daughter would play pretend when she was little, acting as a fey princess without any real knowledge of the subject. Raised by humans he wondered? Caspar was unlike an elven name and Cormyr was still a kingdom of man.<br><br>He nodded at the pair in response finally. "Do not be grateful to me, the hospitality is offered to all folk who travel through Greenest. Should you decide to abuse that goodwill though, you will not be thankful for what I have to offer."<br>And there it was again, his undeniable charm showing itself as he spoke his heart. He was far from ready for any fighting he knew that, his current equipment wasn't quite what an elven ranger was supposed to wield in his mind, but he put aside his scimitars and fancy armor for a better living for his family long ago. Still, twin short swords could wound and bleed and make a prey easier to track, and even with a simple bow, elven aim could be deadly. And despite the fact that he wasn't a heroic adventurer, he was sincere in that if necessary, he would defend the town he called home until now.<br><br>"Come, campsite is just over that hill. You can rest and eat if you wish, there is some game in these parts if your trail rations are gone, and stories of the road make any hare or boar roast faster." he added finally, in an attempt to ease any tensions his warning might have caused, in case these people had no ill intent. Also, he was curious about their reaction, hoping to gain some more insight into their behavior, especially the loud acolyte and the awkward redhead.
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				Title: <strong>Re: B IC Hoard of the Dragon Queen</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>rikka</strong> on <strong>05-01-2015, 17:03:23</strong>
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				The unlikely pair, of a self-centered human and a forthcoming half-elf, followed the elven strider not far behind, as he leads them toward the designated area for camping.&nbsp; When he thought they were far enough from the elf’s earshot, Mercusio spoke out.<br><br>“He sure is a charming fellow, to a point.&nbsp; Don’t you agree K’tanya my dear?”<br><br>Obviously his wily words were lost to this elf, he mused.&nbsp; Sharp as any of his kind he suppose, he’ll sure to avoid him as much as possible, wary of him if not, once he is in Greenest for the long haul. For now he will have to bear with his company for the night. <br><br>He remembered seeing a small woman, one of the small folk perhaps, not sure which, that walked on ahead, shortly after they arrived.&nbsp; Could she’s heading for the same camp the elf was leading them to?&nbsp; They’ll soon find out.<br><br>“K’tanya,” Mercusio began, “I’m been meaning to ask you this,” he felt strange a sensation boiling in his stomach, and it was not hunger, that rises to his chest, making it feel heavy and constricted. “I mean, during our travels together, I’ve been so captivated of your company that it made me tell you a lot of things about myself.” He took deep breath before continuing, his train of speech even becoming more tangential as he spoke. “But I never got to know more about you.&nbsp; Or why you’re going to Greenest? What business you got there?&nbsp; Do you even plan on staying there for long?”&nbsp; He then gave her a wide-eyed, charmed expression, accompanied with a silly grin.&nbsp; “Or you could have already told me all of those but were all lost due to bouts of short attention span I sometimes suffer, when in the presence of a beautiful and interesting lady.&nbsp; <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: B IC Hoard of the Dragon Queen</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>FragarachZ</strong> on <strong>05-01-2015, 19:56:50</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/b6/dd/54/b6dd54938b7d32602cbe5f38d9b5bfda.jpg)</div><strong><span class="bbc_u">Araun Syolkiir</span></strong><br>Neutral Good Wood Elf Ranger<br>Level 1<br><strong>HP:</strong> 12/12; <strong>Hit Dice:</strong> 1d10<br><strong>AC:</strong> 14; <strong>Proficiency:</strong> +2<br><strong>Init:</strong> +3; <strong>Speed </strong>35<br><hr><br>Araun sat with the travelers while they camped for a little bit, just enough to regain some strength and perhaps eat a bit. He considered his daily work so far, and having found no tracks and having ventured further than usual, it wasn't going to be a problem to escort these people back to Greenest. There weren't any wild monsters closeby on this side of town, that was clear at least, and he'd had to turn back anway to check the other roads and border. Might as well take the direct route instead of circling around this time.<br><br>While he listened to the smalltalk and stories of the others, he picked up a piece of wood from nearby and started slicing bits off with his carving knife. He saw the shape in the thick, few inch long branch piece, he just had to get rid of the excess matter around it. If nothing else, he could make a token or a small figurine out of it with a few hours of work, probably only sitting down to finish it at night when he wasn't in the elven reverie and most of town was still and asleep.<br><br>Finally when the travelers were ready, he walked back towards Greenest with them, occasionally glancing to the side and checking the wilds near the road as a wild animal moved through the bushes or a bird flew from the canopy.
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				Title: <strong>Re: B IC Hoard of the Dragon Queen</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>eternaldarkness</strong> on <strong>06-01-2015, 00:20:31</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/0jDL2cQ.jpg)</div>While the others made small-talk, Leena had decided to continue on to Greenest without delay.
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				Title: <strong>Re: B IC Hoard of the Dragon Queen</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AndyZ</strong> on <strong>06-01-2015, 11:43:07</strong>
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				(http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8f1Bbm4uFI8/U-SL5UHbAjI/AAAAAAAABrM/g0mJxCPBAdk/s1600/118dragon.jpg)<br><br><em>For the past several </em>hours<em>, you have been traveling a road that winds lazily across the rolling grasslands of the Greenfields.&nbsp; Sundown is approaching when you top a rise and see the town of Greenest just a few short miles away.&nbsp; But instead of the pleasant, welcoming town you expected, you see columns of black smoke rising from burning buildings, running figures that are little more than dots at this distance, and a dark, winged shape wheeling low over the keep that rises above the center of the town.&nbsp; Greenest is being attacked by a dragon!</em><br><br>Although the sun will have finished setting by the time you can reach the town, the half moon above and the burning buildings provide their own dim illumination.&nbsp; Thankfully, thatch isn't as flammable as it looks, so most of the flames come from haystacks and barns, not from homes and shops.<br><br>The nearby stream that flows through Greenest (shown on the map in the top post) is shallow, seldom more than three feet deep.<br><br>The safest place to be, where everyone is going to at least attempt to congregate, would be the Keep in the center of town.
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				Title: <strong>Re: B IC Hoard of the Dragon Queen</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>rikka</strong> on <strong>06-01-2015, 12:59:28</strong>
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				<strong>Mercusio Gondsworth</strong><br><strong>Hit Points:</strong> 10/10<br><strong>Hit Die:</strong> 1D8<br><strong>Armor Class:</strong> 15 (17 with shield)<br><strong>Initiative:</strong> +2<br><strong>Speed:</strong> 30 ft.<br><strong>Proficiency Bonus:</strong> +2<br><br><hr><br>“A dragon.&nbsp; A real live gods to goodness, dragon!”&nbsp; <br><br>Mercusio could not believe his eyes, never in his wildest dreams he would get to see a creature he only heard in children’s stories or from tales by traveler from distant lands. Nor did he wanted to see one now as he watched in horror as the winged serpentine menace wheels around Greenest's skyline, raining down destruction on its buildings and stirring terror on its populace. <br><br>He looks around among the assembled, waiting to see on what each person would do in a situation like this.&nbsp; For Mercusio, it is not wise, or safe, to continue on toward their destination. They were still some distance from the town and they could still easily escape, and the dragon would be none the wiser of their presence, settling for the poor hapless souls of Greenest.&nbsp; He knows it callous of him to think of such but: better them than us.<br><br>He hopes they would make the right decision, especially if it involves preserving their precious lives a bit longer, and Mercusio did not want to lose his so soon.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: B IC Hoard of the Dragon Queen</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>eternaldarkness</strong> on <strong>06-01-2015, 13:07:37</strong>
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				When Leena saw the dragon, her eyes widen in ...fear? Anticipation? nonetheless, the little halfling girl went into a nearly dead run toward Greenest now, calling back as she did "The rest of you should go hide somewhere. If my master is in the town, that dragons gonna be either dead or really really mad here real soon."
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				Title: <strong>Re: B IC Hoard of the Dragon Queen</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>FragarachZ</strong> on <strong>06-01-2015, 14:56:22</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/b6/dd/54/b6dd54938b7d32602cbe5f38d9b5bfda.jpg)</div><strong><span class="bbc_u">Araun Syolkiir</span></strong><br>Neutral Good Wood Elf Ranger<br>Level 1<br><strong>HP:</strong> 12/12; <strong>Hit Dice:</strong> 1d10<br><strong>AC:</strong> 14; <strong>Proficiency:</strong> +2<br><strong>Init:</strong> +3; <strong>Speed </strong>35<br><hr><br>The sight of Greenest ablaze was like a slap in Araun's face. The ranger hesitated for a moment and the little girl, no in fact the halfling monk who was with them jumped ahead before he could even move. The reason for his delay wasn't merely shock or terror at the dragon's sight. Unconsciously, his hand moved to his chest and grasped the object under his shirt that was hanging on a leather strap from his neck. <em>Grandfather, lend me your strength.</em> He thought, and was already formulating a plan on how to enter the village. He had to get the people to safety, anywhere away from here. His body started moving again and after three elven paces he was by the stream and gathering his cloak in his hands, pushed the fabric into the water then squeezed the excess fluid from it so it wouldn't stay too heavy, but keep enough moisture to protect against catching on fire. Just in case he thought.<br><br>"These people are my neighbors, friends to my family. I will not let them down. If you wish to run no one will blame you. You can hide in the forest, I'll come find you once the danger has passed." he said, though the elf had no idea if and how he could survive being spotted by a dragon. His grandfather has taught him things sure, but tales were just that. His first priority had to be saving whom he could without drawing the beasts attention. If it did spot him, at least he could serve as a diversion...<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body">Is there anything Araun would know after living in Greenest for years, like what procedures the town has for monster raids, shelters that commoners can hide in, what approach to take to enter town so he wouldn't have to move in the open?</div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: B IC Hoard of the Dragon Queen</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Muse</strong> on <strong>06-01-2015, 19:20:02</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/a/a2/Saffvictoria.jpg)</div><strong>K'tanya</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=220587.msg10848407#msg10848407)<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=220676.msg10861778#msg10861778">Quote from: rikka on 05-01-2015, 17:03:23</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">“K’tanya,” Mercusio began, “I’m been meaning to ask you this,” he felt strange a sensation boiling in his stomach, and it was not hunger, that rises to his chest, making it feel heavy and constricted. “I mean, during our travels together, I’ve been so captivated of your company that it made me tell you a lot of things about myself.” He took deep breath before continuing, his train of speech even becoming more tangential as he spoke. “But I never got to know more about you.&nbsp; Or why you’re going to Greenest? What business you got there?&nbsp; Do you even plan on staying there for long?”&nbsp; He then gave her a wide-eyed, charmed expression, accompanied with a silly grin.&nbsp; “Or you could have already told me all of those but were all lost due to bouts of short attention span I sometimes suffer, when in the presence of a beautiful and interesting lady. <br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The golden skinned girl couldn't resist a little warming in the cheeks at Mercusio's flattering and interest in her life.&nbsp; She'd started their acquaintance with the distinct impression that she wouldn't find him terribly admirable.&nbsp; This had grown into a somewhat big-sisterly sort of amused affection on the trip.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Now it occurred to K'tanya that he might be man enough to hold her attention in other ways too—a tall order to fill for a girl who's first reciprocated love had been a paladin.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“Why thank you, Mercusio.&nbsp; I don't mind sharing, though I’d like to hear more about you, as well&nbsp; Is that a tang of Sembia I hear in your accent?&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;She smiled, “But I can begin. I lived the last ten years in the village of Eveningstar, in north-eastern Coryrm.&nbsp; My father—well, adoptive father—Caspar taught me the arcane arts, and saw to it I got a generally good education.&nbsp; My father passed last winter, and my brother Cyran was his primary heir, so I'm traveling to further my education.”&nbsp; She lightly caressed the golden band on one finger.&nbsp; It was set with a small amethyst in the likeness of a flame.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: B IC Hoard of the Dragon Queen</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Muse</strong> on <strong>06-01-2015, 19:41:06</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/a/a2/Saffvictoria.jpg)</div><strong>K'tanya</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=220587.msg10848407#msg10848407)<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;K'tanya swallowed hard as—even at this distance—the awe, terror, and majesty of that magnificent predator washed over her soul.&nbsp; Her body chilled, and froze, but her hammering heart set her blood alight with fire and brought her magic ready to her fingertips 'til they almost hurt from the tingling.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;As the halfling sprang into a charge and the elf spoke of seeking safety she shook her head, but caught the elf's bicep.&nbsp; “A moment, I pray you.”&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;She grabbed a wand from her belt in her left hand and touched it over her own heart, chanting quickly.&nbsp; A purple haze raced across her golden skin and sank in, fading from view.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Grabbing her dagger, she spoke quickly, “It's a blue dragon, fully grown.&nbsp; They normally reside in deserts.&nbsp; The power of the thunderbolt is their's to command, and as such lightning will not harm them.&nbsp; I have fire, and I have steel,” she drew her dagger—a serviceable and well cared for steel blade, balanced for melee and to throw--”but our only hope against such a foe—lest there's a mighty hero hereabouts—is to unite the entire village against it.&nbsp; Who is the lord of that keep?&nbsp; Will he offer shelter to his people?”&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;She glanced back at Mercusio, surprised by the sudden conviction that this man was not the coward she'd originally taken him for.&nbsp; He <em>would</em> fight.&nbsp; “Move, and strike or heal, than move again.&nbsp; Take shelter when the beast turns on you, then move again when it changes target.”&nbsp; <em>Just like old times...&nbsp; Only instead of gangs with sticks and stones, it's <strong>that thing!</strong></em>”&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;She turned back to the elf and said, “Take the lead, we're with you.”&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: B IC Hoard of the Dragon Queen</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AndyZ</strong> on <strong>06-01-2015, 20:13:43</strong>
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				As the powerful wyrm sweeps its way across the town, sowing destruction, one thing becomes apparent to those with the talent for recognizing motives or with the knowledge of draconic power: this monster doesn't seem to be as eager about wanton destruction as one might expect.&nbsp; Although it often swoops by, terrifying the locals, it could easily be doing a lot more damage than it actually is.<br><br>Perhaps part of the reason is the hordes of raiders within the town.&nbsp; As becomes apparent as the group gets closer, kobolds and other raiders work their way through the town, some carrying large bags of ill-gotten gains, some simply frightening off the panicked townsfolk.<br><br>So far, Leena's dead run into the area has not attracted attention, but it's just a matter of time. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: B IC Hoard of the Dragon Queen</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>FragarachZ</strong> on <strong>06-01-2015, 20:22:30</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/b6/dd/54/b6dd54938b7d32602cbe5f38d9b5bfda.jpg)</div><strong><span class="bbc_u">Araun Syolkiir</span></strong><br>Neutral Good Wood Elf Ranger<br>Level 1<br><strong>HP:</strong> 12/12; <strong>Hit Dice:</strong> 1d10<br><strong>AC:</strong> 14; <strong>Proficiency:</strong> +2<br><strong>Init:</strong> +3; <strong>Speed </strong>35<br><hr><br>Araun nodded at the brave redhead, impressed by her resolve. She was smart, pretty and courageous as well, taking the best of both worlds she represented. But then again she seemed a little naive.<br>"<em>Blue lightning.</em>" he said in draconic, a phrase he learned from his grandfather. "If that things sees us, if it has a chance to cast its thunderous breath at us, we will disappear in a flash. Stay out of sight and get the people to safety before anything else!" he said.<br><br>"Tarbaw Nighthill... the human governor of this town is likely doing what he can. We must help the folk who can't make it on their own first." he answered, not getting straight to the point. He knew the villagers could defend themselves, but they couldn't stand up to a titanic monstrosity like the massive scaly beast if it was bringing its full force down on them.<br><br><em>"These are a good people K'tanya. They took in a stranger and raised a halfbreed girl much like yourself as their own. If you are truly ready to lay down your life for them, you can count me among your friends. Stay with me and you will have nothing to fear."</em> he whispered in elvish, only glancing back towards her slightly as he pulled his cape back on then stepped ahead to find a way into, and through the chaos, looking for survivors on the way.<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Rolls</div><div class="spoiler_body">Stealth: 12+5=17<br>Perception: 9+4=13</div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: B IC Hoard of the Dragon Queen</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>eternaldarkness</strong> on <strong>07-01-2015, 00:05:56</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/0jDL2cQ.jpg)</div>Leena skidded to a stop when she saw the gangs of kobolds and other raiders looting the town, and couldn't help but feel a bit of nostalgia. At least all the loot <em>they</em> were taking was just the material kind rather than people. Nonetheless, with the raiders distracting the town's defenders they'd be unable to repel the dragon effectively. She was quite familiar with the divide and conquer tactics that raiders like this used, and now she had a plan, which she knew she'd need help for.<br><br>"That's all well and good, but these people can't huddle behind the walls forever, and if we don't do something about the dragons backup there won't be much of a town left to save. We have to rally the militia and clear out the raiders, or they won't be able to help with the dragon. That thing has to get pushed back <strong>now</strong>, no matter what the cost. Even if it probably can't be killed, it can't be allowed to think it can attack with impunity."
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				Title: <strong>Re: B IC Hoard of the Dragon Queen</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>rikka</strong> on <strong>07-01-2015, 06:40:26</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/c/c0/Mercusio2.jpg)</div><strong>Mercusio Gondsworth</strong><br><strong>Hit Points:</strong> 10/10<br><strong>Hit Die:</strong> 1D8<br><strong>Armor Class:</strong> 15 (17 with shield)<br><strong>Initiative:</strong> +2<br><strong>Speed:</strong> 30 ft.<br><strong>Proficiency Bonus:</strong> +2<br><br><hr><br>“Why thank you, Mercusio.&nbsp; I don't mind sharing, though I’d like to hear more about you, as well&nbsp; Is that a tang of Sembia I hear in your accent?” <br><br>Mercusio’s silly face brightened, breaking into a smile at how things where coming with him and the half-elf.&nbsp; Maybe there is still a chance between them, maybe.&nbsp; He noticed the sad tone in her voice with the mention of her late adoptive father.<br><br>“My sympathies to your late foster parent.&nbsp; That ring you wear, is it from him?”<br><br>Trying to change the subject and brighten the mood, Mercusio entertains K’tanya earlier query. “That…must be my father you hear with in me,” it annoyed him to mention his sire but quickly dismisses the sentiment so as not to sour the mood.&nbsp; “He’s from Selgaunt, my father.&nbsp; Went on his own way and headed west to find his fortunes.&nbsp; He started his own business in Iriaebor, and there met my mother. And her I am.&nbsp; Of course I was followed afterwards with a couple brothers and sisters.” His voice suddenly turns melancholy.&nbsp; “My parents wanted me follow in their footsteps, take over the family business so to speak – when the time comes.&nbsp; But…it’s just not in my heart…”<br><br><hr><br><em>And there they have</em>, Mercusio perplexedly thought, creasing the ridge between his eyes and nose with emphasis.&nbsp; The Halfling woman ran off ahead, mentioning something about her master, while the elven strider seemed extremely distraught but it was obvious he was going in, to help those in need.&nbsp; Even K’tanya seem like willing to help out, her look of determination says it all. She turns to the acolyte, giving him a stern yet expectant look.<br><br>“Move, and strike or heal, than move again.&nbsp; Take shelter when the beast turns on you, then move again when it changes target.” <br><br><em>Pardon me? You expect me to help? No, let me rephrased that: You expect me to risk my life to certain, excruciating and painful, death, so as to help a town, and its people – who I don’t know of or give a damn?</em> All this going through the young cleric’s mind along with a great uncertainty on what he must really do.&nbsp; But the hopeful look in K’tanya’s eyes sank in into Mercusio.&nbsp; He could not betray her expectations of him, not now. No, that is not correct; he has to do this on his volition.&nbsp; After all he is a cleric, with powers granted by the Morninglord, to heal and to assist. And there it hit him.&nbsp; One of his assigned duties for the order was: to assist the people of Greenest in any way he could.<br><br>“Oh, fine!&nbsp; I’ll help.&nbsp; But I’d expect more than just a simple gratitude, when this is all over.”&nbsp; Perhaps his decision is the first step in becoming a better man, Mercusio though, as he follows the elf, with K’tanya close by.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: B IC Hoard of the Dragon Queen</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Muse</strong> on <strong>07-01-2015, 21:50:17</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/a/a2/Saffvictoria.jpg)</div><strong>K'tanya</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=220587.msg10848407#msg10848407)<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Spotting a group of kobold's chasing three screaming children, K'tanya ran up beside a smoldering building.&nbsp; Peeking around it for cover, she leveled her wand at a kobold and intoned a cantrip.&nbsp; A line of frost shot through the air between her wand and the kobold, leaving coils of mist in it's wake...&nbsp; "This way," she hissed to the fleeing children, waving for them to hurry and join them.&nbsp; <br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">Move into position (dagger and wand drawn) at the corner of a building (cover?)<br>Ray of Frost<br>Attack Roll 21<br>Damage Roll 8<br>Should the kobold survive, it is at -10' speed 'til K'tanya's next action.&nbsp; <br></div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: B IC Hoard of the Dragon Queen</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AndyZ</strong> on <strong>07-01-2015, 22:13:53</strong>
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				<em>Without warning, five humans dash out from between the two buildings on your left.&nbsp; A limping man and three young children race across the street into more shadows, and a woman carrying a round shield and a broken spear turns and faces back in the direction from which they came.&nbsp; Eight kobolds stream out of the alley on the family's heels and fan out around the woman, who looks determined to delay the creatures for as long as possible.</em><br><br>Showing a degree of alertness that almost bordered on psionic talent, K'tanya fired a Ray of Frost to turn one of the lizards into a popsicle.&nbsp; One of its allies responded in kind, flicking out its sling in an attempt to get her with a stone.&nbsp; However, his shot goes wide.<br><br>Residents of the town would recognize Linan Swift, and her husband Cuth.&nbsp; Although the kobolds have noticed K'tanya, they don't show a lot of focus upon the other adventurers, perhaps believing them to be involved in the raid.<br><br>Another kobold shoots a bullet at K'tanya from its sling.<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body">21 AC, 5 bludgeoning damage.<br></div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: B IC Hoard of the Dragon Queen</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>FragarachZ</strong> on <strong>07-01-2015, 22:39:45</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/b6/dd/54/b6dd54938b7d32602cbe5f38d9b5bfda.jpg)</div><strong><span class="bbc_u">Araun Syolkiir</span></strong><br>Neutral Good Wood Elf Ranger<br>Level 1<br><strong>HP:</strong> 12/12; <strong>Hit Dice:</strong> 1d10<br><strong>AC:</strong> 14; <strong>Proficiency:</strong> +2<br><strong>Init:</strong> +3; <strong>Speed </strong>35<br><hr><br>Blades ready, Araun was darting between buildings, wagons and barrels, keeping as much in cover as possible. At the sound of the locals coming screaming from a nearby allyway, the elf steps on the side of the next building and kicks himself off the wall, propelling himself back to keep his momentum going. Passing the kids hiding behind their armed mother and the injured Cuth, he does a short spin around them to avoid his clothes to get caught in their tools and broken weapon, as well as to confuse any kobold slingers he spotted while closing the gap.<br>"Linan, get your family to safety! We'll handle the raiders!" he almost shouted as adrenaline levels were rising in his blood. He remembered the Swifts. Cuth's mother was a friend of Araun's late wife.<br>A ray of cold passed him, freezing and throwing back one of the little beasts. Finishing his move with a short leap, he positioned himself behind the family and at the chokepoint, cutting off the kobold's option to spread out on the streets. Missing the reach of his old scimitars, he engaged the closest ones with his twin shortswords, first striking right then left to try and keep them back instead of focusing on only one foe.<br>Taking note of the last sling bullet that was shot, he calls back behind him to warn both K'tanya and the civilians "Get into cover!"<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Turn</div><div class="spoiler_body">Move into melee with the kobolds, taking up the chokepoint so they can't move out to the wider space and surround us, also positioning himself as a meatshield before the family and the wizard.<br>Action: Attack with short sword: 13 AC, 5 damage<br>Bonus Action: Off-hand attack with short sword 16 AC, 6 damage </div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: B IC Hoard of the Dragon Queen</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>rikka</strong> on <strong>08-01-2015, 00:47:18</strong>
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				To Mercusio, kobolds were merely dragons walking on two legs. Their small size and silly – if not annoying – chattering barks made it hard to take them seriously, even with them giving chase and harassing a human family, most who are bigger than them.&nbsp; This naivety by the young cleric would change as one of the small humanoids manages to land a bullet, squarely, on the half-elf’s pretty face, in spite her best efforts in dodging it.<br><br>“No! K’tanya!”&nbsp; Mercusio rushed to her side, taking hold of her to steady her balance.&nbsp; “This is why I still think, this is a big mistake!” he said behind her ear, not too loudly but enough to be heard in the din of chaos going on around them. He then quickly prayed to his patron deity, grasping his holy symbol with one hand. “Oh, Lathander! Grant me your healing power!”&nbsp; He felt the Morninglord’s will coursing through his person and channeling through his arms and fingers, and into half-elf’s tender flesh.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;He turned her to face him, brushing away her fiery locks out of the way to examine her wound.&nbsp; “You good?” and seeing no sign of any gash, not even stains of blood, he said. “You're good” nodding and patting her shoulders.&nbsp; <br><br>"Get into cover!" <br><br>“Now that, man, has the right idea.”<br><br><hr><br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Turn</div><div class="spoiler_body">Moves in to K'tanya<br>Action: casts cure wounds on her<br>Cure wounds: At 2015-01-07 17:28:02, rikka (uid: 42423) rolls: 1d8a8 Result: 11 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=70103)</div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: B IC Hoard of the Dragon Queen</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>eternaldarkness</strong> on <strong>08-01-2015, 01:12:23</strong>
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				Seeing the kobolds come streaming out of an alley, Leena looked for some cover and moved into range, drawing her own sling and whipping a stone at the lead kobold. "Ugh. Scaly rats!"<br><br>Leena did not like kobolds. They were filthy little thieves who destroyed everything they came in contact with, and inevitably ruined any area they settled in. Killing them was something she'd very much enjoy doing.<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Turn</div><div class="spoiler_body">Move - move for cover<br>Action - sling attack vs. nearest kobold<br><br>Comment: Sling attack vs. Kobold +5 Result: 14,&nbsp; Total:19<br>Comment: Sling attack vs. Kobold Damage Result: 1,&nbsp; Total: 4</div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: B IC Hoard of the Dragon Queen</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Muse</strong> on <strong>08-01-2015, 11:19:48</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/a/a2/Saffvictoria.jpg)</div><strong>K'tanya</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=220587.msg10848407#msg10848407)<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The tiny, delicate looking redhead was made of sterner stuff than you might think to look at her.&nbsp; She had to be--even with her ward---to stay standing after taking a lead bullet slung from a few dozen feet in the forehead and still stay standing.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Amethyst eyes widened at Mercusio's reaction to her injury.&nbsp; Here..&nbsp; Here was a <em>man</em> speaking to her from the body of what she thought was a spoiled brat trying his best to fake it.&nbsp; And his touch, his magic, they left her so very warm inside, almost giddy, and there was no more pain.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;K'tanya started to lean into the cleric's embrace, instinctively yearning to thank him with a kiss, but the reality of the situation snapped her out of it!&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The purple eyed girl groaned, “I thought I was in cover.”&nbsp; She leaned around again, this time trying to target a kobold who hadn't reached the elf yet without poking too much of her body around the corner.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;A few quick words later and the ice stabbed out again!&nbsp; <br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">Attack Roll 22<br>Damage Roll 8&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;</div></div>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: B IC Hoard of the Dragon Queen</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AndyZ</strong> on <strong>08-01-2015, 14:08:41</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The assault on the kobolds was rapid enough to prove devastating.&nbsp; One of them managed to attack Linan, but its wound against her side didn't prove as effective as shoving her spear through its chest.<br><br>"My feet hurt," one of the little girls lamented as they moved in the direction of the keep.<br><br>"Shut up," her older sister said.&nbsp; "They'll hear you.&nbsp; Want to bring all of them down on us?"<br><br>The remaining two kobolds attempted one last strike against Araun, coordinating their efforts with shifty efficiency, before turning to attempt to bolt into the night.<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body">Only one of them hits, but with a 23.&nbsp; 5 damage with its dagger.<br></div></div><br>When Cuth picked up the little girl to carry her, the son lamented, "Hey, I want to be carried too!"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: B IC Hoard of the Dragon Queen</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>FragarachZ</strong> on <strong>08-01-2015, 14:26:12</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/b6/dd/54/b6dd54938b7d32602cbe5f38d9b5bfda.jpg)</div><strong><span class="bbc_u">Araun Syolkiir</span></strong><br>Neutral Good Wood Elf Ranger<br>Level 1<br><strong>HP:</strong> 7/12; <strong>Hit Dice:</strong> 1d10<br><strong>AC:</strong> 14; <strong>Proficiency:</strong> +2<br><strong>Init:</strong> +3; <strong>Speed </strong>35<br><hr><br>The ranger grunted as a blade stabbed his side from below. He tasted blood and his face disfigured in pain, but that only fueled his anger against these creatures. He knew exactly what it was like to lose someone in a monster raid, now he could make sure others wouldn't have to! He took the stab because Cuth might not have been able to avoid it, the blade could have sunk into his vitals... <br>Swiftly, his retributive bladework blurred in motion as the kobolds tried to flee!<br>"Oh no you don't! You're not getting away!" he yelled, striking one of them before it could step away from him!<br><br>He then thrust himself forward in a quick step, stabbing with both blades, his aim disrupted by the pain in his side as he aimed for the back of the fleeing kobold!<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Turn</div><div class="spoiler_body">Oppie: AC 19, 5 damage<br>Move to attack fleeing kobold, then withdraw to the others with remaining speed.<br>Attack: AC 10, 7 damage<br>Off-hand: AC 21, 5 damage</div></div><br><br>Returning to the others, he nodded to his companions. "Good work, but there's more to be done tonight."<br>He then moved to the family to make sure they weren't injured after they interwened, trying to determine how seriously Cuth was injured.<br>"Linan, Cuth. When did this madness start? Can you take shelter somewhere?" he asked, trying to figure out a proper course of action to keep the injured and the frightened out of the fighting. "We saw a dragon, the greedy creature no doubt is looking for treasure. The keep could very well be breached, or under attack if they think there's something worth taking there." <br>He crouched down to the children "You be brave now and as your parents tell you."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: B IC Hoard of the Dragon Queen</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>rikka</strong> on <strong>08-01-2015, 16:44:13</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/c/c0/Mercusio2.jpg)</div><strong>Mercusio Gondsworth</strong><br><strong>Hit Points:</strong> 10/10<br><strong>Hit Die:</strong> 1D8<br><strong>Armor Class:</strong> 15 (17 with shield)<br><strong>Initiative:</strong> +2<br><strong>Speed:</strong> 30 ft.<br><strong>Proficiency Bonus:</strong> +2<br><br><hr><br>Mercusio thought he was dreaming, and to him time seemed to slow down, as K’tanya gave him a longing look, a sign of gratitude perhaps, her body leaning on him for support.&nbsp; He gulped; he could feel her warmth mingling with his, her fragrance strangely sweet after much exertion spent in a short span of time.&nbsp; She was going to kiss him that he much knew.&nbsp; He started to reciprocate her move, and when he thought what he dreamt of many nights, during their journey together, would finally happen, now!&nbsp; Came to an abrupt end, as the half-elf recovered from her daze, jumping out of the acolyte’s hold, and the first thing she did was to dispatch one of the remaining kobolds with her magic.<br><br>“You’re most welcome,’ he glumly said, to no one in particular.&nbsp; He saw the elf chase after another kobold, cutting it down with much finesse with a dual display of his blades, but not before being cut himself by one of the rather vicious draconic vermin earlier.&nbsp; After done with the deed, the elf sees to the welfare of the family, who appear relatively safe and sound.&nbsp; <br><br>“Excuse me, sir elf? But wouldn't the keep provide a better place of refuge against a siege, more so against a ravaging dragon, than any of the other buildings in town?&nbsp; It may hold for days, if we are lucky," Mercusio suggested, trying to gain composure over the situation. "Besides we're sitting ducks right here, right now.&nbsp; If we don't move quickly, the kobolds, or worst, the dragon might be upon us anytime!"<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: B IC Hoard of the Dragon Queen</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>FragarachZ</strong> on <strong>08-01-2015, 17:12:07</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/b6/dd/54/b6dd54938b7d32602cbe5f38d9b5bfda.jpg)</div><strong><span class="bbc_u">Araun Syolkiir</span></strong><br>Neutral Good Wood Elf Ranger<br>Level 1<br><strong>HP:</strong> 7/12; <strong>Hit Dice:</strong> 1d10<br><strong>AC:</strong> 14; <strong>Proficiency:</strong> +2<br><strong>Init:</strong> +3; <strong>Speed </strong>35<br><hr><br>Araun clutched his side lightly as he stood back up to face the boy. <br>"The keep could buy us time, at least until we come up with a plan. Keep in mind that everyone <em>inside</em> will be a sitting duck unless we find an escape route. The dragon could easily collapse the structure, but for the time being it's holding back, probably until the looting stops. We'll have until then." Turning to the injured father he asked "We need to be on the move, can you keep up?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: B IC Hoard of the Dragon Queen</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AndyZ</strong> on <strong>09-01-2015, 14:41:58</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"The keep isn't too far from here."&nbsp; Linan looks rather worn, but she's holding up better than her husband, who's already been wounded and is out of breath from carrying the daughter.&nbsp; "It all started less than an hour ago, with the dragon swooping out of nowhere."<br><br>The little boy wandered his way up towards K'tanya, soft pleading in his eyes when his mother ignored his demand.&nbsp; "Carry me!"<br><br>"The gate will still be open."&nbsp; Cuth sounded weary in the way that a battle could draw forth the very spirit from a person.&nbsp; "We just have to avoid the raiding parties."<br><br>Meanwhile, the older daughter stopped for a moment, looking closely at Leena with...uncertainty.&nbsp; It was a look that Leena was no doubt used to: fear and caution mixed with a hope that the daughter was incorrect in who she thought she was seeing.&nbsp; She had to be incorrect, of course, since the pirate would be doing all sorts of terrible things if it truly was the dreaded Leena Underhill.<br><br><hr><br>As they moved along, the choice on how to proceed became the obvious question.&nbsp; Would the heroes fight their way through, sneak past, attempt to bluff attacking kobolds or something else entirely?
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: B IC Hoard of the Dragon Queen</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>eternaldarkness</strong> on <strong>09-01-2015, 15:16:51</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Leena rolled her eyes at the poncy human fawning over the half-elf girl, shaking her head at them both. That was one thing Leena had never had to worry about - nobody ever looked at her with any thoughts of possible romantics, which suited her just fine. Now she turned her thoughts back to the problem at hand. They were intent on hiding in the keep, which might very well be all their tombs if the dragon decided to make a concerted effort at attacking it, but Leena knew better than to try changing their minds again so she kept quiet and prepared to follow along with them, until she noticed the girl, eyeing her uncertainty.<br><br>"Th' hell are you looking at, kid? I don't like being stared at."<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Stealth Roll: 7 total</div><div class="spoiler_body">Roll Result: Leena Underhill rolled: 1d20, adding 5 to the total<br>Comment: Stealth<br>Result: 2, <br>Total: 7</div></div>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: B IC Hoard of the Dragon Queen</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Muse</strong> on <strong>09-01-2015, 15:39:36</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/a/a2/Saffvictoria.jpg)</div><strong>K'tanya</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=220587.msg10848407#msg10848407)<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;In response to the young boy's pleading, K'tanya placed one finger over her lips—from the hand holding the dagger—and replied, “Shh.&nbsp; I need both hands.&nbsp; We need to move as quietly as we can, okay?”&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;K'tanya's face grew a little pale as she fell back into a mind set she'd not been in often for the last ten years.&nbsp; Like a frightened animal staking through the brush, she made her way towards the keep, staying at the periphery of the others, ready to interpose herself between these children and something that would come down on them.&nbsp; The two mindsets weren't terribly compatible.&nbsp; This just made her paler.&nbsp; <br><br>Stealth 20
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: B IC Hoard of the Dragon Queen</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>rikka</strong> on <strong>09-01-2015, 16:45:24</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/c/c0/Mercusio2.jpg)</div><strong>Mercusio Gondsworth</strong><br><strong>Hit Points:</strong> 10/10<br><strong>Hit Die:</strong> 1D8<br><strong>Armor Class:</strong> 15 (17 with shield)<br><strong>Initiative:</strong> +2<br><strong>Speed:</strong> 30 ft.<br><strong>Proficiency Bonus:</strong> +2<br><br><hr><br>Mercusio went over to Cuth, checking on his condition. The young acolyte felt that he is at his limit and could call upon Lathander’s power one more time, and that would be it. He was not willing to grant this blessed healing unless really needed, and as a last resort.&nbsp; The idea of staying out of sight and heading for the fort is their only best bet at moment, and Mercusio hopes that they’ll get there without a hitch.<br><br>_____<br><br>Stealth: 3
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: B IC Hoard of the Dragon Queen</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>FragarachZ</strong> on <strong>09-01-2015, 18:04:52</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/b6/dd/54/b6dd54938b7d32602cbe5f38d9b5bfda.jpg)</div><strong><span class="bbc_u">Araun Syolkiir</span></strong><br>Neutral Good Wood Elf Ranger<br>Level 1<br><strong>HP:</strong> 7/12; <strong>Hit Dice:</strong> 1d10<br><strong>AC:</strong> 14; <strong>Proficiency:</strong> +2<br><strong>Init:</strong> +3; <strong>Speed </strong>35<br><hr><br>The ranger took point again, leading the group through alleys and as much cover as possible, only moving to open ground when necesarry and urged everyone else to quickly move past those areas. He pulled his cloak over his side, hoping neaither he or Cuth were bleeding enough to leave a visible trail.<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Stealth </div><div class="spoiler_body">Stealth: 7</div></div>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: B IC Hoard of the Dragon Queen</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AndyZ</strong> on <strong>09-01-2015, 18:47:08</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The older daughter all but meeps at Leena's words, quickly looking away.&nbsp; The boy frowns but decides not to push the matter, going quiet at K'tanya's insistence.&nbsp; However, there's just too much going on to help keep the group sufficiently hidden.<br><br>The next group of raiders consists of five kobolds, but with two humans as well, brandishing symbols of Tiamat.&nbsp; One of the kobolds barks out a warning, and the human family rapidly withdraws to let the heroes handle the matter.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: B IC Hoard of the Dragon Queen</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Muse</strong> on <strong>09-01-2015, 20:30:30</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/a/a2/Saffvictoria.jpg)</div><strong>K'tanya</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=220587.msg10848407#msg10848407)<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;With a twirl of the wand and a puff of phantom rose petals, K'tanya sent a spell of sleep towards the oncoming raiders.&nbsp; <br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">24 hit points of enemies affected by the Sleep spell.&nbsp; </div></div>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: B IC Hoard of the Dragon Queen</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>rikka</strong> on <strong>10-01-2015, 00:04:23</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/c/c0/Mercusio2.jpg)</div><strong>Mercusio Gondsworth</strong><br><strong>Hit Points:</strong> 10/10<br><strong>Hit Die:</strong> 1D8<br><strong>Armor Class:</strong> 15 (17 with shield)<br><strong>Initiative:</strong> +2<br><strong>Speed:</strong> 30 ft.<br><strong>Proficiency Bonus:</strong> +2<br><strong>Ammunition:</strong> 19 bolts<br><br><hr><br><br>Mercusio thought it prudent to prompt his crossbow to the ready against distant enemies - hoping to get one or two down before having to engage the rest in melee - before setting out, with the rest of the group,&nbsp; for the fort.&nbsp; With their numbers though, it was hard for any enemies not to notice them, even with their best efforts of keeping out of sight. This was no more truer when they were unluckily spotted by a fresh band of raiders.&nbsp; The acolyte of Lanthader jumped upon seeing them, and was surprised to see humans among them - and clerics no less.&nbsp; In his panic, the crossbow bolt he launched just sailed over the heads of the enemies.<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Turn</div><div class="spoiler_body">Attacks with crossbow<br>Attack roll: 8 <br>Starts reloading afterwards<br></div></div><br>&nbsp;
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: B IC Hoard of the Dragon Queen</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AndyZ</strong> on <strong>10-01-2015, 03:14:16</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				As K'tanya casts her spell, four of the kobolds sway on their feet, then collapse to the ground, fast asleep.<br><br>One of the humans points an imposing finger at Araun, speaking a single word of divine power that almost seems to drag swords down to the ground by sheer force.<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body">Araun, Wisdom save DC 12 or you drop your swords and pass your turn.<br><br>Araun and Leena still have a turn.&nbsp; I'll be out for most of tomorrow, though, so I may not get up a post quickly.<br></div></div>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: B IC Hoard of the Dragon Queen</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>FragarachZ</strong> on <strong>10-01-2015, 08:49:25</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/b6/dd/54/b6dd54938b7d32602cbe5f38d9b5bfda.jpg)</div><strong><span class="bbc_u">Araun Syolkiir</span></strong><br>Neutral Good Wood Elf Ranger<br>Level 1<br><strong>HP:</strong> 7/12; <strong>Hit Dice:</strong> 1d10<br><strong>AC:</strong> 14; <strong>Proficiency:</strong> +2<br><strong>Init:</strong> +3; <strong>Speed </strong>35<br><hr><br>The elf felt the magic compulsion at the command of the human. He shook off the urge to drop his weapons and provide a clear target... at least now he knew these spellcasters were enemies as well! With four quick steps he closed the distance and thrust his short swords forward before they had a chance to cast another spell!<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Turn</div><div class="spoiler_body">Wis save: 13<br>Engage the spellcasters<br>Attacking the cultist for AC 17, 8 damage<br>off hand attack against the other one AC 7, 2 damage</div></div>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: B IC Hoard of the Dragon Queen</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>eternaldarkness</strong> on <strong>11-01-2015, 22:33:35</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/0jDL2cQ.jpg)<br><strong>HP:</strong> 9/9 <strong>Hit Dice:</strong> 1d8<br><strong>AC:</strong> 15; <strong>Proficiency:</strong> +2<br><strong>Init:</strong> +3; <strong>Speed </strong>25 </div><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><hr><br>Leena set her sights on the human who'd clearly cast a spell and closed in, quarterstaff spinning in a dizzying flurry of strikes and following up with a swift kick at his knees as she tried to bring the man down quickly, striking with intent to kill.<br><br>"Get the spellcasters!"<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Turn</div><div class="spoiler_body"> Move to melee with the one who cast a spell on Araun, Attack for 18 and 7 damage with the quarterstaff, bonus action to make an unarmed attack on her target as well for 13 and 4 damage. If the first attack dropped him, she will keep moving and close with the second spellcaster, and make the second attack against him.</div></div>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: B IC Hoard of the Dragon Queen</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AndyZ</strong> on <strong>12-01-2015, 00:02:56</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Neither of the cultists wore anything beyond cloth robes, nor had any notable dodging capability beyond that of ordinary humans.&nbsp; It seemed that Tiamat, trapped in the Nine Hells as she was, had little capability to protect them beyond their minor spellcasting ability.<br><br>Araun's blade found a niche between one cultist's ribs, just missing his heart, though the off-hand strike had little luck.&nbsp; In a near panic, the cultist cast a spell of healing upon himself, closing the wound but not fully healing it.<br><br>The kobold, however, jumped to his assistance, stabbing at the ranger for 4 damage.<br><br>Although the first pummeling from the monk wasn't enough to take down the other cultist, the second attack certainly did.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: B IC Hoard of the Dragon Queen</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>rikka</strong> on <strong>12-01-2015, 07:35:53</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/c/c0/Mercusio2.jpg)</div><strong>Mercusio Gondsworth</strong><br><strong>Hit Points:</strong> 10/10<br><strong>Hit Die:</strong> 1D8<br><strong>Armor Class:</strong> 15 (17 with shield)<br><strong>Initiative:</strong> +2<br><strong>Speed:</strong> 30 ft.<br><strong>Proficiency Bonus:</strong> +2<br><strong>Ammunition:</strong> 19 bolts<br><br><hr><br>Seeing as the combat has progressed into a melee, Mercusio stops whatever he was doing with his crossbow and started focusing on a spell. Eyes closed with one arm raised into the air while the other clutching to his holy symbol, he fervently prayed to the Morninglord for aid.&nbsp; <em>“Oh, Lathander, smite down your enemies!”</em> His eyes flashes open and let his upraised hand fall pointing at the kobold that struck Araun!&nbsp; A flame-like like radiance descended over the yapping draconic creature, threatening to immolate in sacred fire.<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Turn</div><div class="spoiler_body">Casts sacred flame on mentioned kobold<br>Make Dex saving throw 13 to avoid<br>Damage: 7! (Muhahahahah!&nbsp; &gt;:) )<br></div></div> <br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: B IC Hoard of the Dragon Queen</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Muse</strong> on <strong>13-01-2015, 13:09:08</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/a/a2/Saffvictoria.jpg)</div><strong>K'tanya</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=220587.msg10848407#msg10848407)<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;With an angry hiss, K'tanya darted into the fray, fiery tresses rippling behind her like a banner.&nbsp; She danced up beside Aruan and lunged at the priest who'd just healed himself.&nbsp; If her blade tasted flesh, she would twist as she jerked it out, then reverse the bloody length of steel against her forearm and hold it up in a guard position.&nbsp; <br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">Attack Roll: 12<br>Damage Roll: 6</div></div>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: B IC Hoard of the Dragon Queen</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>FragarachZ</strong> on <strong>13-01-2015, 20:51:28</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/b6/dd/54/b6dd54938b7d32602cbe5f38d9b5bfda.jpg)</div><strong><span class="bbc_u">Araun Syolkiir</span></strong><br>Neutral Good Wood Elf Ranger<br>Level 1<br><strong>HP:</strong> 3/12; <strong>Hit Dice:</strong> 1d10<br><strong>AC:</strong> 14; <strong>Proficiency:</strong> +2<br><strong>Init:</strong> +3; <strong>Speed </strong>35<br><hr><br>The ranger grunted and blood sprayed everywhere as he flailed at the remaining enemies, defying the the two stab wounds he suffered. His tunic by now was probably red with blood, both his and that of his enemies, and he staggered slightly, but pushed on nonetheless.<br><em>I can take this. They better focus on me than the kids...!</em> He thought, when the combined attacks of the others gave him breathing room from the attacks coming in from all sides. It came as a bit of a surprise, especially the spellcasting half-human girl rushing into melee... But all these people were doing the right thing fighting here, for the townspeople, at his side. <em>Each must do their own part for the greater good, huh?</em> He'd have smiled if it didn't hurt so bad. Instead, what energy he had left, he put to trying to overwhelm what foes remained standing! Of course he also knew that he had little left in him to defend, so if he took another attack past his parries of punctured leather armor, he was likely going down. <em>Oh well. If I fall, I'll fall doing my part right!</em><br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Turn</div><div class="spoiler_body">Attack 17 AC, 5 damage<br>Off-hand 13 AC for 6 damage!<br>Prioritizing wounded but still conscious enemies to reduce the number of possible threats, aiming both attacks at one enemy, or hitting separate targets if the first hit drops one.</div></div>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: B IC Hoard of the Dragon Queen</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AndyZ</strong> on <strong>13-01-2015, 21:24:50</strong>
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				Although the adventurers did their part in quickly taking down the conscious kobolds and priests, the older daughter helped out as well, sneaking up to one of the unconscious kobolds and slitting its throat with its own dagger.<br><br>One of the priests had a money pouch of 32 gold pieces.<br><br>"We need to keep moving," Linan said, glancing at Araun's wounds with worry but not being able to properly help him.<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">More stealth checks, and you can substitute perception if you choose in order to spot threats to point them out to others.</div></div>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: B IC Hoard of the Dragon Queen</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Muse</strong> on <strong>14-01-2015, 00:56:48</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/a/a2/Saffvictoria.jpg)</div><strong>K'tanya</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=220587.msg10848407#msg10848407)<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;K'tanya quickly whipped her blade on a fallen priest's robe and grabbed both his purse and his prayer token.&nbsp; She slipped them both into her pack, explaining, “We'll divvy the coin later.”&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Starting towards the castle again, she paused, remembering what a hard time some of them had at it last time.&nbsp; “Go on.&nbsp; I'll watch over you from the shadows.”&nbsp; <br><br>Stealth 22
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: B IC Hoard of the Dragon Queen</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>rikka</strong> on <strong>14-01-2015, 08:56:35</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/c/c0/Mercusio2.jpg)</div><strong>Mercusio Gondsworth</strong><br><strong>Hit Points:</strong> 10/10<br><strong>Hit Die:</strong> 1D8<br><strong>Armor Class:</strong> 15 (17 with shield)<br><strong>Initiative:</strong> +2<br><strong>Speed:</strong> 30 ft.<br><strong>Proficiency Bonus:</strong> +2<br><strong>Ammunition:</strong> 19 bolts<br><br><hr><br>“Hmph.&nbsp; You seem to be in need of my help, sir elf?” said Mercusio with a smirk.&nbsp; Even at a time like this the spoiled young man afforded himself the petty pleasure of seeing someone like Aruan humbled as he was.&nbsp; Since he met the elf, Mercusio sensed something disagreeable about him.&nbsp; Maybe it was the air of how the elf carried himself that the acolyte disliked about him. Bold – ready to charge into danger; caring – concerned for the welfare of the others, things that Mercusio is not. But Aruan’s stance has been brought down by a notch or two, and he is need of his help. No he needs my help whether he likes it or not.&nbsp; Without waiting for any consent, Mercusio went about in healing Aruan.<br><br>With this latest batch of enemies defeated the group begins to move on.&nbsp; Mercusio finished loading his crossbow and keeps he eyes peeled for any more raiders, kobolds or otherwise.&nbsp; He is also on the lookout for the dragon - the creature believed to be the major cause of all that is happening now.<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Turn</div><div class="spoiler_body">Casts last cure wounds on Aruan<br>Heals him for 13 hp<br>Perception 20<br></div></div>&nbsp; &nbsp; <br>&nbsp; &nbsp; <br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: B IC Hoard of the Dragon Queen</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>FragarachZ</strong> on <strong>14-01-2015, 16:42:17</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/b6/dd/54/b6dd54938b7d32602cbe5f38d9b5bfda.jpg)</div><strong><span class="bbc_u">Araun Syolkiir</span></strong><br>Neutral Good Wood Elf Ranger<br>Level 1<br><strong>HP:</strong> 12/12; <strong>Hit Dice:</strong> 1d10<br><strong>AC:</strong> 14; <strong>Proficiency:</strong> +2<br><strong>Init:</strong> +3; <strong>Speed </strong>35<br><hr><br>Araun was going to argue, but he let the cocky kid's attitude slip, or the fact that the cleric wearing metal armor and a shield and still stayed in the back. <em>He's contributing in his own way,</em> he thought. <em>The kid just hasn't learned his lessons yet.</em> <br>He clenched his teeth while the acolyte channeled the healing light of Lathander to close his wounds, and gave an appreciative nod. "I hope there's more of your god's goodwill left in you, there will be many wounded people here before this is over." he added, honestly hoping the young cleric would be able to aid the villagers as well once they got everyone into the shelter.<br><br>He offered a small bow towards Linan, noting the concern in the woman's look, but standing up straight again to show he was fine.<br><br>"I got too comfortable with family life it seems. I used to be sharper than that." he joked towards the locals, then motioned for everyone to resume their march, trying to stay out of sight once more and changing their approach based on the lookout's reports about approaching enemies.<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Stealth</div><div class="spoiler_body">Stealth check: 12</div></div>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: B IC Hoard of the Dragon Queen</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>eternaldarkness</strong> on <strong>15-01-2015, 02:02:29</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				With their enemies defeated for now, Leena glanced over to make sure none of them were seriously injured, she followed the redhead's lead and tried to make herself scarce, stalking the edges of the shadows not far from the others so that she could insert herself where she could be most effective if they were attacked again. "We need to move and get to the keep as quickly as possible. Now that we have these stragglers, harassing the raiders isn't really an option."<br><br>Stealth 11
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: B IC Hoard of the Dragon Queen</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AndyZ</strong> on <strong>15-01-2015, 21:54:27</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The next group of enemies is so vast and diverse that the heroes have a much easier time spotting them quickly.&nbsp; Six kobolds, one of them winged, are joined with three humans and a half-orc that appear to want to be kobolds or dragons themselves.&nbsp; Wearing leather armor that looks like shed reptile skin, these fanatics lacked any apparent religious symbols but were no doubt part of a draconic cult all the same.<br><br>With a good distraction at the right moment, no doubt this group could be avoided.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: B IC Hoard of the Dragon Queen</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>FragarachZ</strong> on <strong>16-01-2015, 09:11:40</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/b6/dd/54/b6dd54938b7d32602cbe5f38d9b5bfda.jpg)</div><strong><span class="bbc_u">Araun Syolkiir</span></strong><br>Neutral Good Wood Elf Ranger<br>Level 1<br><strong>HP:</strong> 12/12; <strong>Hit Dice:</strong> 1d10<br><strong>AC:</strong> 14; <strong>Proficiency:</strong> +2<br><strong>Init:</strong> +3; <strong>Speed </strong>35<br><hr><br>The ranger stopped in his tracks when the next group of marauders were spotted, far more in number than what he was comfortable engaging with civilians, children in tow. He observed the bickering bandits carefully, trying to figure out what their plan was. Then, when he thought he had a good hunch, an idea came to him.<br>"The old Bundy house..." he said turning to the local family, who knew of the abandoned building the elf spoke of. "Nobody lives there now, and we can slip through the yard and lose this patrol there. There will be nothing worth taking there, but the place is large enough to keep them occupied."<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Tiebreaker</div><div class="spoiler_body">Insight check to predict the raider!s pah and take another route (advantage): <del>11,</del>19</div></div>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: B IC Hoard of the Dragon Queen</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>rikka</strong> on <strong>16-01-2015, 14:05:34</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/c/c0/Mercusio2.jpg)</div><strong>Mercusio Gondsworth</strong><br><strong>Hit Points:</strong> 10/10<br><strong>Hit Die:</strong> 1D8<br><strong>Armor Class:</strong> 15 (17 with shield)<br><strong>Initiative:</strong> +2<br><strong>Speed:</strong> 30 ft.<br><strong>Proficiency Bonus:</strong> +2<br><strong>Ammunition:</strong> 19 bolts<br><br><hr><br>“Oh, good.&nbsp; We finally get to do something smart,” mouthed Mercusio, after hearing the elven strider’s suggestion.&nbsp; “I hate to think of the odds against such a motley bunch with the way things are.&nbsp; Oh, and we do implicitly trust in your judgment, Sir Elf.&nbsp; Don’t we?” he hummed, turning to the others, as if soliciting for their agreement or not.<br><br>But in truth the acolyte was worried.&nbsp; If there is one thing he learned in life and that is things never turn out the way you expect them.&nbsp; He squeezed hard on his crossbow, conditioning himself for the next battle to come if things go wrong.&nbsp; At the very least the family should prove expendable; a means to an end, sacrificial lambs so to speak, which can be used as a distraction while the rest rush for the keep.&nbsp; The halfling might be for it, although Mercusio knows little about her.&nbsp; Araun would likely join them in their fate till the end, and K'tanya might as well, how problematic he thought.&nbsp; But as cold-hearted as it might sound, even for Mercusio, if they do not make it to the fort the soonest, they will all eventually fall victim to the wicked raiders, one way or the other, and there will be no happy ending.<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body">No action yet I guess. Just waiting on Araun's lead unless some else has a better idea</div></div>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: B IC Hoard of the Dragon Queen</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AndyZ</strong> on <strong>16-01-2015, 18:31:02</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Sneaking in through the old Bundy House seems a simple enough way to avoid the large group.&nbsp; The decrepit old building has been all but ignored by the raiders, no doubt realizing (correctly) that anything of value was stolen from it long ago.<br><br>Inside, mildew mixes with dust to create a scent that might fondly remind one of a graveyard, were there any fond memories to be had in a place where death and decay assault the nose.&nbsp; An old woman sits upon a couch, catching her breath from what must have been a dead run.&nbsp; A younger man, perhaps her son, picks up a chair in a desperate attempt to defend himself as the heroes come in.&nbsp; Although still out of his breath, his eyes burn and plead for the desire to defend himself, or perhaps just the hope that salvation and not imminent demise had just visited itself upon the two.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: B IC Hoard of the Dragon Queen</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>eternaldarkness</strong> on <strong>17-01-2015, 01:46:08</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=220676.msg10896884#msg10896884">Quote from: AndyZ on 16-01-2015, 18:31:02</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Sneaking in through the old Bundy House seems a simple enough way to avoid the large group.&nbsp; The decrepit old building has been all but ignored by the raiders, no doubt realizing (correctly) that anything of value was stolen from it long ago.<br><br>Inside, mildew mixes with dust to create a scent that might fondly remind one of a graveyard, were there any fond memories to be had in a place where death and decay assault the nose.&nbsp; An old woman sits upon a couch, catching her breath from what must have been a dead run.&nbsp; A younger man, perhaps her son, picks up a chair in a desperate attempt to defend himself as the heroes come in.&nbsp; Although still out of his breath, his eyes burn and plead for the desire to defend himself, or perhaps just the hope that salvation and not imminent demise had just visited itself upon the two.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Leena was the first one to try to ...defuse..the situation, leveling a fierce glare at the chair-wielding young man and cracking her knuckles.<br><br>"Hold it. We aren't your enemies, and if you don't drop that chair i'll beat you so badly your children will be born bruised. "<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Rolls</div><div class="spoiler_body">8 on Intimidate, because this diceroller refuses to let me have a decent roll.&nbsp; &gt;:( </div></div>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: B IC Hoard of the Dragon Queen</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AndyZ</strong> on <strong>17-01-2015, 19:08:52</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Leena's attempt to cow the man into submission made him grip the chair all the tighter, hiding behind it as much as getting ready to defend himself to the best of his ability.&nbsp; The old woman threw a glare, raising up a hand in what appeared to be more a faux display of magical talent to anyone who knew what was actually required of arcane ability.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: B IC Hoard of the Dragon Queen</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>rikka</strong> on <strong>18-01-2015, 02:07:39</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/c/c0/Mercusio2.jpg)</div><strong>Mercusio Gondsworth</strong><br><strong>Hit Points:</strong> 10/10<br><strong>Hit Die:</strong> 1D8<br><strong>Armor Class:</strong> 15 (17 with shield)<br><strong>Initiative:</strong> +2<br><strong>Speed:</strong> 30 ft.<br><strong>Proficiency Bonus:</strong> +2<br><br><hr><br>Mercusio recognized enough that the old woman’s gestures are prelude to casting of a spell, and acted more on self-preservation than anything else as he tried his luck in rectifying the situation. “Woah! Easy there grandmother, we’re not your enemies here.” He raised his hands into the air, one still holding his crossbow but he hoped the gesture was enough to dissuade them from proceeding with their rash actions. “Do we look like raiders to you?&nbsp; Look,” he tilted his head, motioning to Cuth and his family. “Surely you know these folks with us? Your neighbors?” <br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">persuasion</div><div class="spoiler_body">rolls: 7</div></div>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: B IC Hoard of the Dragon Queen</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Muse</strong> on <strong>18-01-2015, 04:36:21</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/a/a2/Saffvictoria.jpg)</div><strong>K'tanya</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=220587.msg10848407#msg10848407)<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"Peace,&nbsp; please," K'tanya slipped her dagger and wand away at her belt and stepped up with her empty hands spread.&nbsp; "We're just travelers trying to help."&nbsp; 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: B IC Hoard of the Dragon Queen</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AndyZ</strong> on <strong>18-01-2015, 04:55:24</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Although the two seemed uncertain when Mercusio did so, they calmed down a little more with K'tanya.&nbsp; Most likely, the old woman realized she couldn't fool an actual mage about magic.<br><br>By the time Linan and her family came in, things were pretty calm.&nbsp; "We're heading to the keep," Linan said.&nbsp; "We can't stay here."<br><br>Both of the new people simply nodded.&nbsp; "The street is fairly empty out back," the young man said.&nbsp; "It'll take us most of the way there."<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body">One more set of rolls to get through before you reach the Keep.&nbsp; Make them good.<br></div></div>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: B IC Hoard of the Dragon Queen</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>eternaldarkness</strong> on <strong>18-01-2015, 06:46:13</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Leena did not lower her staff while the others tried to calm them, but once it was over she just shrugged and went on like nothing had happened. "This town is going to be a pile of rubble if someone doesn't mount a defense soon, but that's not my problem. Let's get to the keep. I need to find out if master Yen is there."<br><br>She was the first one out onto the aforementioned back street, where she stuck to the shadows and scouted for enemies on the way to the keep.<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Roll</div><div class="spoiler_body">result: 18 on Stealth to scout</div></div>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: B IC Hoard of the Dragon Queen</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Muse</strong> on <strong>18-01-2015, 08:11:52</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/a/a2/Saffvictoria.jpg)</div><strong>K'tanya</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=220587.msg10848407#msg10848407)<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;K'tanya held back a bit, flitting from shadow to shadow.&nbsp; She wanted to be ready to strike from surprise if her friends were noticed.&nbsp; <br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">Stealth 15<br>Perception 14<br></div></div>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: B IC Hoard of the Dragon Queen</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>FragarachZ</strong> on <strong>18-01-2015, 09:09:04</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/b6/dd/54/b6dd54938b7d32602cbe5f38d9b5bfda.jpg)</div><strong><span class="bbc_u">Araun Syolkiir</span></strong><br>Neutral Good Wood Elf Ranger<br>Level 1<br><strong>HP:</strong> 12/12; <strong>Hit Dice:</strong> 1d10<br><strong>AC:</strong> 14; <strong>Proficiency:</strong> +2<br><strong>Init:</strong> +3; <strong>Speed </strong>35<br><hr><br>Araun hardly believed the halfling threatening the locals. "No, hold a moment. Don't start fighting."<br>He raised both hands and moved in between his party and the refugees.<br>"Please, be reasonable. You can come with us to the keep and we can form a plan there, but it's not safe out here. Eventually those looters will break into every building in town and burn what they can't take with them. My companions and I will protect you, just try to go unnoticed with the others." he explained in a hurry, though he went over a few crucial points of the plan that would likely have made the request seem more reasonable. Then again, he wasn't a diplomat and didn't know these people as well as the family they were helping to escape. Still, perhaps being somewhat known among the common folk lent some weight to his words, but he could only hope the explosive situation could be diffused in time.<br><br>He wouldn't want to leave these people behind, so he'd stay behind to try to further persuade them if necessary while the others get the family moving towards the keep.<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Rolls</div><div class="spoiler_body">Persuasion 14 total<br>Stealth 15 when moving on</div></div>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: B IC Hoard of the Dragon Queen</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>rikka</strong> on <strong>18-01-2015, 10:19:39</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/c/c0/Mercusio2.jpg)</div><strong>Mercusio Gondsworth</strong><br><strong>Hit Points:</strong> 10/10<br><strong>Hit Die:</strong> 1D8<br><strong>Armor Class:</strong> 15 (17 with shield)<br><strong>Initiative:</strong> +2<br><strong>Speed:</strong> 30 ft.<br><strong>Proficiency Bonus:</strong> +2<br><br><hr><br>Mercusio sighed.&nbsp; While it is all good that the misunderstanding has been settled the present party has become two people, more, larger.&nbsp; In fact the group has become so large that they will be easily detected once they go out into the open.&nbsp; &nbsp;Well the acolyte figures it is probably not much father to the keep, and they have been through thick and thin in this short time together, might as well give our all to survive and get there safely. <br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">stealth</div><div class="spoiler_body">16</div></div><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: B IC Hoard of the Dragon Queen</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AndyZ</strong> on <strong>19-01-2015, 03:04:48</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				As luck would have it, the adventurers manage to reach the keep, as part of the last group to get through before the gate is closed and barred.<br><br>The keep's bell tolls its sad warning, nine bells to announce the turn of the hour.&nbsp; The adventurers are now safe, but raiders continue to encircle the keep.&nbsp; Thankfully, its sturdy construction and magically-reinforced design should keep them out through the night.<br><br><div class="floatright">(https://nerdnight.files.wordpress.com/2014/10/082414_0704_ddencounter4.gif)</div><div class="floatleft">(http://fang.wdfiles.com/local--files/tod-npcs/tarbaw_nighthill_port.png)</div>Governor Nighthill is not difficult to find, but a bit more difficult to recognize.&nbsp; The right side of his face and head are bandaged, his right arm hands in a sling, and his light blue tunic is stained with his own blood.&nbsp; It seems he hasn't spared the time for more than cursory first aid.<br><br>"This can't be all of the town, sir," one of the half-elven lieutenants told him.<br><br>"By the Nine Hells, Sarai, don't you think I know that?"&nbsp; Fury seethed through his words, keeping him focused despite his old age as he fought to come up with a plan.&nbsp; "We still have to keep those doors shut, or we're all dead."<br><br>The other villagers that the adventurers saved quickly scurry away, no longer able to provide further assistance except in escaping notice.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: B IC Hoard of the Dragon Queen</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>FragarachZ</strong> on <strong>19-01-2015, 19:22:37</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/b6/dd/54/b6dd54938b7d32602cbe5f38d9b5bfda.jpg)</div><strong><span class="bbc_u">Araun Syolkiir</span></strong><br>Neutral Good Wood Elf Ranger<br>Level 1<br><strong>HP:</strong> 12/12; <strong>Hit Dice:</strong> 1d10<br><strong>AC:</strong> 14; <strong>Proficiency:</strong> +2<br><strong>Init:</strong> +3; <strong>Speed </strong>35<br><hr><br>After the refugees went on their way, Araun gave an appreciative smile and a slight bow towards the redheaded mage while the cleric rushed off to help the injured. Turning to the impatient halfling he motioned for her to follow. "Maybe the Governor can tell if your friend came to Greenest."<br>He approached the governor and his lieutenant to discuss the sheltering of the people and the defense of the keep, acknowledging the half-elf with a respectful nod.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: B IC Hoard of the Dragon Queen</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>rikka</strong> on <strong>20-01-2015, 03:52:34</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/c/c0/Mercusio2.jpg)</div><strong>Mercusio Gondsworth</strong><br><strong>Hit Points:</strong> 10/10<br><strong>Hit Die:</strong> 1D8<br><strong>Armor Class:</strong> 15 (17 with shield)<br><strong>Initiative:</strong> +2<br><strong>Speed:</strong> 30 ft.<br><strong>Proficiency Bonus:</strong> +2<br><br><hr><br>They finally made it into the keep without further incident.&nbsp; Mercusio was relieved.&nbsp; He looked around, seeing a bustling of activity going here and fro. Men-at-arms manning to their posts, relieving those exhausted or badly wounded; common folk huddling with their love ones, whispering words of assurance to their frightened children, telling them that everything will be alright; and there are the dying, soldiers and commoners alike who suffered injuries or mishaps that puts them at death’s door, to them Mercusio goes to after standing still in the midst for a while.&nbsp; He just wanted to be useful and move about instead of being a fixture <br><br>He went to a nearby family of four in one corner: a man, a woman, and their two children.&nbsp; “Excuse me but I’m a cleric of Lathander. Is there anything I can help you with?” Mercusio focused on the man who was lying on the floor panting in pain.&nbsp; His side was covered with bandages heavily stained with his blood, already a small splotch of the red fluid formed on the floor where he lay. “Oh, please!&nbsp; Can you save my husband?&nbsp; He got badly slashed by the lil’ fiends, while protecting us on our way here,” pleaded the man’s wife, her eyes showing desperation and loss of hope while her children sobbed at their suffering father.&nbsp; Without any further words, Mercusio knelt beside the writhing man and touched his bloodied side.&nbsp; He called upon the Morninglorde to deliver this wretch from the jaws of death.&nbsp; The man breathes hard, his body rising from the floor then gently settled again.&nbsp; The whole episode cause a moment of wailing anguish from the family which Mercusio made a sign for silence and calm from them. The acolyte checked the man and noticed he was breathing more easily now.&nbsp; “Do not worry, you husband is out of danger now.” The woman could not believe it so as she checked over her better half; his eyes fluttered open, showing relief, meeting hers and his children.&nbsp; The man’s family fiercely hugged him and cried with joy at this miracle, leaving Mercusio to himself once again.&nbsp; He sighed, silently rose and left them, moving on to the next - to those in need of his assistance.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: B IC Hoard of the Dragon Queen</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Muse</strong> on <strong>20-01-2015, 08:34:53</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/a/a2/Saffvictoria.jpg)</div><strong>K'tanya</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=220587.msg10848407#msg10848407)<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;K'tanya flashed a smile at Mercusio as the cleric moved off to tend the wounded.&nbsp; The redhead didn't follow, though.&nbsp; Instead she moved up behind Araun and stood quietly, waiting to find a way she could be useful. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: B IC Hoard of the Dragon Queen</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AndyZ</strong> on <strong>20-01-2015, 08:42:50</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Governor Nighthill gave Araun a solemn nod, obviously glad to see a familiar face in these troubled times.&nbsp; Sarai offered him a smile but didn't seem to have much to say.<br><br>"Besides," Nighthill continued, "I don't think they're going to attack the keep so long as we keep it fortified.&nbsp; They only seem interested in more loot."<br><br>"We still need to find a way to..."&nbsp; Sarai's eyes suddenly froze as the lieutenant looked at Leena.&nbsp; She did the same deal so common to the others, giving the sort of double-take in not understanding why, if it really was the pirate, she wasn't devastating the place.<br><br>Not noticing, Nighthill looked to Araun.&nbsp; "Perhaps you'll be able to figure something out?&nbsp; Talk to Castellan Escobert the Red.&nbsp; His family helped build this place and they might have some sort of secret passage."<br><br><hr><br>As Mercusio worked his way through the wounded, an old man suddenly sat up from a dead sleep, grabbing his wrist but not opening his eyes.&nbsp; "As the bell strikes two, my beloved's temple will find the warmth of life ignited with the wrath of flame and unchecked steel.&nbsp; Do not let the life of her followers be so extinquished."&nbsp; Without further warning, he falls back into a peaceful sleep.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: B IC Hoard of the Dragon Queen</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>rikka</strong> on <strong>20-01-2015, 10:42:52</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/c/c0/Mercusio2.jpg)</div><strong>Mercusio Gondsworth</strong><br><strong>Hit Points:</strong> 10/10<br><strong>Hit Die:</strong> 1D8<br><strong>Armor Class:</strong> 15 (17 with shield)<br><strong>Initiative:</strong> +2<br><strong>Speed:</strong> 30 ft.<br><strong>Proficiency Bonus:</strong> +2<br><br><hr><br>"What in the Lower Planes was that about?" muttered Mercusio, flustered by the suddenness of the incident.&nbsp; He went on checking the old man and determines that other than being relatively okay, health-wise, he is slumbering rather peacefully in spite the chaos going about.&nbsp; "A waking dream no doubt," he shrugged leaving the old coot be and continue going his rounds in the immediate area within the keep, seeing to on needs saving.<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">Rolled Intelligence check of 3 (or 5 in Religion) to get a clue on the old man's words but I doubt it</div></div>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: B IC Hoard of the Dragon Queen</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>eternaldarkness</strong> on <strong>20-01-2015, 11:06:56</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/0jDL2cQ.jpg)<br><strong>HP:</strong> 9/9 <strong>Hit Dice:</strong> 1d8<br><strong>AC:</strong> 15; <strong>Proficiency:</strong> +2<br><strong>Init:</strong> +3; <strong>Speed </strong>25 </div><br><br>Leena went about the keep, asking anyone she could if they'd seen Hu Yen, describing him as-needed. The stunned looks she got didn't go unnoticed, and she finally felt compelled to say something when Sarai looked at her and did a double-take "What? is there some kind of problem?" she didn't sound especially friendly when she asked, either. "Everyone keeps staring me down, and I don't particularly like it, so if there's something you want to say then by all means say it."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: B IC Hoard of the Dragon Queen</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AndyZ</strong> on <strong>20-01-2015, 11:38:26</strong>
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				Asking around, a number of people seem to recognize her, but don't seem very certain.&nbsp; One older woman, quietly working on knitting and possibly senile since she doesn't seem particularly worried about the attack, does speak up.&nbsp; "Oh, monks?&nbsp; I think I saw one of them checking around.&nbsp; Leosin Erlanthar, I think his name was.&nbsp; Handsome fellow, too."<br><br>Sarai, however, finally manages to speak to the governor.&nbsp; "Sir, is that..."<br><br>The governor stops impatiently.<br><br>"Sir, isn't that Leena Underhill?" she belted out.&nbsp; "She matches the description."<br><br>"What?"&nbsp; Nighthill almost laughed.&nbsp; "Sarai, if Leena Underhill was in the city right now, she'd be tearing down the houses trying to get at the gold with the other raiders.&nbsp; Leave the poor halfling alone."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: B IC Hoard of the Dragon Queen</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>eternaldarkness</strong> on <strong>20-01-2015, 11:51:14</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/0jDL2cQ.jpg)<br><strong>HP:</strong> 9/9 <strong>Hit Dice:</strong> 1d8<br><strong>AC:</strong> 15; <strong>Proficiency:</strong> +2<br><strong>Init:</strong> +3; <strong>Speed </strong>25 </div><br><br>"Hmm...not the one I was looking for." Still, she thought, it might be worth challenging him to test her skills. <br><br>"Yeah, i'm Leena Underhill. And i'm not interested in raiding this town, i'm just here looking for my master."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: B IC Hoard of the Dragon Queen</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Muse</strong> on <strong>21-01-2015, 10:33:13</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/a/a2/Saffvictoria.jpg)</div><strong>K'tanya</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=220587.msg10848407#msg10848407)<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;K'tanya blinked at the interplay involving the halfing.&nbsp; Apparently a number of people had heard of the little blond, and she personally had no idea why.&nbsp; Still, there were more important things.&nbsp; She caught the blond's hand and gave her a smile before turning to their host, ""Where can we find the Castelan, Lord Nighthill?&nbsp; There must be a way to get the remaining refugees in here."&nbsp; 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: B IC Hoard of the Dragon Queen</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>eternaldarkness</strong> on <strong>21-01-2015, 16:15:06</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/0jDL2cQ.jpg)<br><strong>HP:</strong> 9/9 <strong>Hit Dice:</strong> 1d8<br><strong>AC:</strong> 15; <strong>Proficiency:</strong> +2<br><strong>Init:</strong> +3; <strong>Speed </strong>25 </div><br>It was a small gesture, but it surprised Leena nonetheless when K'tanya took her hand. At first she didn't really know what to do, but then she just nodded and turned her attention toward the man herself, notably holding onto K'Tanya's hand. <br><br>"Yeah, we need to know exactly what's going on. Those people out there aren't going to last long with the raiders attacking them, and something needs to be done about it."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: B IC Hoard of the Dragon Queen</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>FragarachZ</strong> on <strong>21-01-2015, 19:54:18</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/b6/dd/54/b6dd54938b7d32602cbe5f38d9b5bfda.jpg)</div><strong><span class="bbc_u">Araun Syolkiir</span></strong><br>Neutral Good Wood Elf Ranger<br>Level 1<br><strong>HP:</strong> 12/12; <strong>Hit Dice:</strong> 1d10<br><strong>AC:</strong> 14; <strong>Proficiency:</strong> +2<br><strong>Init:</strong> +3; <strong>Speed </strong>35<br><hr><br>"You speak ill of this halfling based on the rumors you heard, but tonight she fought alongside the rest of us, and Cuth and his family might not have made it if not for this brave girl's combat prowess." Araun interposed between the lieuteanant and the girls. "Will you you judge her by the words you heard, or her actions we have witnessed? Whatever she says, her actions speak louder. Now enough of this foolishness, there are more immediate concerns. If Escobert can help coming up with a plan then so be it. Where is the castellan?" he demanded, some impatience showing in his voice. Leave it to humans to forget about their own burning town when given a chance to gossip and point fingers.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: B IC Hoard of the Dragon Queen</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AndyZ</strong> on <strong>22-01-2015, 02:53:28</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Refusing to indulge any rumors about whether the halfling was actually the infamous Leena Underhill, the governor just shook his head and changed the subject.&nbsp; "No doubt the Castellan is further down in the old tunnel," he said.&nbsp; "I'd heard that the dwarves who built this place always wanted to make it larger and deeper, but just never got to it.&nbsp; You'd have to ask why."<br><br>The governor's refusal to address the problem didn't stop the rumors, the stares, but people were more than happy to give Leena a wide berth.<br><br>"I'm going to go check what I can see from the parapet," he said.&nbsp; "If you can find a way out and need a place to rest afterwards, I'll make sure accommodations are provided."<br><br><hr><br>Further down in the tunnels, near the cellar, is a shield dwarf with knotted, tangled, bright red hair.&nbsp; Perhaps in anticipation of the question that the heroes would arise, he's checking up on an old cellar door, rusted and faded with disuse.&nbsp; This far down, the fine dwarven craftsmanship looks to be unfinished, roughly hewn instead of carefully polished and designed to withstand the ages.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: B IC Hoard of the Dragon Queen</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>rikka</strong> on <strong>22-01-2015, 04:19:30</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/c/c0/Mercusio2.jpg)</div><strong>Mercusio Gondsworth</strong><br><strong>Hit Points:</strong> 10/10<br><strong>Hit Die:</strong> 1D8<br><strong>Armor Class:</strong> 15 (17 with shield)<br><strong>Initiative:</strong> +2<br><strong>Speed:</strong> 30 ft.<br><strong>Proficiency Bonus:</strong> +2<br><br><hr><br>Mercusio’s attention turned to K’tanya and the rest as they are in some intense discussion with governor, while he was attending to some hapless folks. After administering all he could do for them, he politely excused himself and joins the demi-human trio.&nbsp; “I can’t help but feel left out here,” he said, emulating a hurt tone, while pressing his hand to his chest.&nbsp; “Is there something I should know, that you are all concerned about with our dear old governor here, hmm?”
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: B IC Hoard of the Dragon Queen</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>eternaldarkness</strong> on <strong>22-01-2015, 04:34:19</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/0jDL2cQ.jpg)<br><strong>HP:</strong> 9/9 <strong>Hit Dice:</strong> 1d8<br><strong>AC:</strong> 15; <strong>Proficiency:</strong> +2<br><strong>Init:</strong> +3; <strong>Speed </strong>25 </div>Leena actually smiled - something she did rarely, and never out of genuine happiness - when these people who she'd just met actually stuck up for her, although she couldn't really understand why they'd do something like that. They didn't know her, and as far as she was aware they didn't have anything to gain from helping her. It puzzled her, but it did feel nice to not be alone again, and she had still forgotten to let go of K'Tanya's hand. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: B IC Hoard of the Dragon Queen</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>FragarachZ</strong> on <strong>22-01-2015, 09:53:45</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/b6/dd/54/b6dd54938b7d32602cbe5f38d9b5bfda.jpg)</div><strong><span class="bbc_u">Araun Syolkiir</span></strong><br>Neutral Good Wood Elf Ranger<br>Level 1<br><strong>HP:</strong> 12/12; <strong>Hit Dice:</strong> 1d10<br><strong>AC:</strong> 14; <strong>Proficiency:</strong> +2<br><strong>Init:</strong> +3; <strong>Speed </strong>35<br><hr><br>"If we rest here, we'll take a single room." Araun told the governor, then recognizing the companions he acquired by chance might not be as comfortable (un)dressing and sleeping in the same space as the people he lived with, he changed his mind. It was given he'd share a bed with either his wives in the past, even though he didn't sleep like they did. Obviously this also meant that any state of undress meant no discomfort and even his daughter he's seen many times dress as she matured. Overall, he was used to living with women, and was less used to them trying to keep distant. Noting the slight mistake he corrected himself. "Actually, two seperate rooms if the ladies feel shy about sharing a roof. Make the arrangements accordingly and get as many people rested as you can. You'll need every strong arm you can get. In fact, I'm fine without a room."<br><br>Listening to the directions, the ranger then went looking for the castellan, letting the governor take care of his job. While walking, he spoke to his companions "Your help is appreciated. You have my thanks." he said, meaning it both in general and personally directed at the young priest.<br>"Let's find out if there's anything more we can do, if either of you needs to refresh your spellcasting, I'm sure Nighthill will have prepared a place to rest for you. Myself, I'm far from done for today."<br><br>On the way he stepped into the armory and after some short bartering, exchanged his pair of short swords for scimitars, flourishing them around to test their weight and nodding to himself content with the weapons. The reach and handling of the curved blades were much closer to him after all, making them his weapon of choice.<br><br>Approaching the dwarf in the basement he frowned. "Escobert the <em>Red</em>. I never knew you doubled as an archaeologist. What do you have here for us?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: B IC Hoard of the Dragon Queen</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AndyZ</strong> on <strong>22-01-2015, 10:38:29</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Although the dwarf followed the same method of the others as watching the halfling for a bit longer than usual, there was something different in his demeanor.&nbsp; Respect, perhaps, instead of abject fear.&nbsp; He obviously wasn't certain that he saw what he wanted to see, but decided it best not to ask.<br><br>"Araun."&nbsp; Escobert gave a formal bow.&nbsp; "Shame we haven't gotten to see each other again in better times.&nbsp; I already know what you're going to say, and there's an old tunnel that was meant to be used for collecting water during a proper siege.&nbsp; We could use it as a sally port, sneaking more people inside, if someone stealthy enough can ensure that it isn't discovered."<br><br>He pulled a key from his belt, offering it to the elf.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: B IC Hoard of the Dragon Queen</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>rikka</strong> on <strong>22-01-2015, 11:43:25</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/c/c0/Mercusio2.jpg)</div><strong>Mercusio Gondsworth</strong><br><strong>Hit Points:</strong> 10/10<br><strong>Hit Die:</strong> 1D8<br><strong>Armor Class:</strong> 15 (17 with shield)<br><strong>Initiative:</strong> +2<br><strong>Speed:</strong> 30 ft.<br><strong>Proficiency Bonus:</strong> +2<br><br><hr><br>Mercusio listened to Araun’s take on the possible lodging accommodations here in the keep.&nbsp; The elf mentioned about sharing a common for the four of them.&nbsp; Not a bad idea since Mercusio has somewhat gotten used to sleeping in dormitory conditions back in the monastery but gender segregation was still enforced.&nbsp; &nbsp;The thought of having two women bedding with under the same roof… with K’tanya especially… Araun must have remembered Mercusio and suggested for two rooms, one for the men and the other for the women instead.&nbsp; He himself selflessly states he could go without a private lodging.&nbsp; <em>“Hmph, show-off.&nbsp; But hey, that means more for me!&nbsp; It’s been a long while since I had a room for myself.&nbsp; No need for me to mingle with the common rabble, at least for the night.&nbsp; Who knows how many waking hours they’ll have me, seeing to their needs.&nbsp; I need rest, gods dammit!” </em>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: B IC Hoard of the Dragon Queen</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Muse</strong> on <strong>23-01-2015, 15:30:35</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/a/a2/Saffvictoria.jpg)</div><strong>K'tanya</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=220587.msg10848407#msg10848407)<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"I'd like to go back out," K'tanya offered.&nbsp; "I still have my ward, and my cantrips,and my knife.&nbsp; If I can be spared an hour to catch my breath and a bite to eat, I'll be even more useful, but I'm still coming if that's too long."&nbsp; 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: B IC Hoard of the Dragon Queen</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>FragarachZ</strong> on <strong>23-01-2015, 22:11:33</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/b6/dd/54/b6dd54938b7d32602cbe5f38d9b5bfda.jpg)</div><strong><span class="bbc_u">Araun Syolkiir</span></strong><br>Neutral Good Wood Elf Ranger<br>Level 1<br><strong>HP:</strong> 12/12; <strong>Hit Dice:</strong> 1d10<br><strong>AC:</strong> 14; <strong>Proficiency:</strong> +2<br><strong>Init:</strong> +3; <strong>Speed </strong>35<br><hr><br>"You decide if you have that kind of time, then do what you feel is best. I'm not resting while these people are dying to protect the walls." Araun answered the redhead. Sure, rested she might have been much more useful, but he felt like he'd go mad if he had to stay put during the battle.<br>He took the key from the odorous dwarf and tested it in the old door's lock.<br>"Escobert, I need you to find something to deal with that dragon. We lose people with each turn it makes and we can be grateful it doesn't just topple this pile of rocks on top of our heads. Ballistas, heavy crossbows, anything. At it's size, we'll need more than pointy sticks to pierce it's scales and hide." he said to the dwarf, while he wished they had his dragon-slaying grandfather's finely crafted blade. He wasn't going to start shooting wooden arrows at a charging dragon, he knew he'd be disintegrated in a flash if he drew its ire. The trick was to demonstrate they had enough firepower and backup manpower to fight and hurt the dragon, making it consider the keep not worth the effort to attack.<br>"If anyone has anything, great ideas or artifacts of power that can save the town, now's the time share it. Otherwise, I'll take the tunnel to see if I can find more survivors out there." he added.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: B IC Hoard of the Dragon Queen</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>rikka</strong> on <strong>24-01-2015, 02:49:53</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/c/c0/Mercusio2.jpg)</div><strong>Mercusio Gondsworth</strong><br><strong>Hit Points:</strong> 10/10<br><strong>Hit Die:</strong> 1D8<br><strong>Armor Class:</strong> 15 (17 with shield)<br><strong>Initiative:</strong> +2<br><strong>Speed:</strong> 30 ft.<br><strong>Proficiency Bonus:</strong> +2<br><strong>Ammunition:</strong> 19 bolts<br><br><hr><br>The discussion of rest and lodging has digressed to helping out any stragglers still outside of the keep.&nbsp; Mercusio thinks his associates were getting full of themselves, thinking that they could make a difference, well that would not matter if they end up dead in process.&nbsp; But Araun has stressed several times already that the same fate awaited them if they remained holed up in this place especially with that dragon relentlessly pounding on the structure’s integrity. The young acolyte mentally sighed, no rest for the weary it seems. <br><br>“If you’re going out there, K’tanya my dear, it be best if I come along as well.&nbsp; Who know what could happen if I’m not present, saving you from dying, or worst,” said Mercusio, brushing the side of his cropped cut, and offering a smile to the lovely half-elf, ever so trying to be charming, and brave.&nbsp; “I’ll… back you up! So to speak…” he quickly added. <br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: B IC Hoard of the Dragon Queen</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Muse</strong> on <strong>24-01-2015, 11:11:28</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/a/a2/Saffvictoria.jpg)</div><strong>K'tanya</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=220587.msg10848407#msg10848407)<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The redhead frowned at the elf's response to her offer.&nbsp; It struck he as rude, as if her question were intended to be trying to get out of going back out instead of the opposite.&nbsp; "You're not leaving me behind, Aruan," She hissed, staying close to him as he opened the door.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Purple eyes lit up and K'tanya gave Mercusio a bright smile as he stepped up once again to throw himself into the heroic roll she now firmly believed he was capable of living.&nbsp; She stretched up and gave him a quick kiss on the cheek.&nbsp; “Let's go.”&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Then she stepped back and started to move out the passage before looking back at him, remembering that the man's heavy armor and general lack of grace didn't predispose him to doing well when stealth was needed.&nbsp; She shrugged, figuring they'd deal with that as it came.&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: B IC Hoard of the Dragon Queen</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>eternaldarkness</strong> on <strong>24-01-2015, 13:24:34</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/0jDL2cQ.jpg)<br><strong>HP:</strong> 9/9 <strong>Hit Dice:</strong> 1d8<br><strong>AC:</strong> 15; <strong>Proficiency:</strong> +2<br><strong>Init:</strong> +3; <strong>Speed </strong>25 </div><br>Leena didn't know why she was doing it, but she nonetheless grabbed her staff and moved to follow them, blonde pigtails bobbing as she moved to the rear of the group, dong her best to lay low and remain undetected as they moved into the passage. if anything tried to surprise them, Leena intended to make sure it was surprised in turn in the rudest manner possible.<br><br>"I'm going. You three don't have the good sense to fight dirty and look out for your own hides, so if i don't you'll all be dead in no time. Plus I like beating people up." the last part she added with a happy little smile that would have been cute on just about any other halfling woman, but on Leena's face was just slightly terrifying.<br><br>Sure, she was trying to be a good person. So, Leena reasoned, she'd find good reasons to pummel people into submission.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: B IC Hoard of the Dragon Queen</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AndyZ</strong> on <strong>24-01-2015, 15:37:58</strong>
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				The key is old, and the age of the metal has allowed the lock to warp to some degree, but not nearly enough to keep it from turning without difficulty if one applied enough persistent pressure.<br><br>"Oh, don't worry about the dragon knocking this place down," he said, knocking on the stone wall.&nbsp; "Dwarven work.&nbsp; If Bane himself came up to visit, he'd have to knock and request a proper invitation to get inside."<br><br>Further down into the tunnel dances the scent, often all too familiar to adventurers, of decrepit decay.&nbsp; The tunnel is only large enough for one person at a time, and about a foot of water sploshes through, not yet polluted but likely needing magical purification before it would be safe to drink.<br><br>Before they get too far, though, the old dwarf looks to Leena.&nbsp; "If you don't mind my asking, lass, are you a protege of the Smidditorak?"&nbsp; He asks the question as if doubting himself, calling upon the legend of his childhood and possibly doubting his own eyes, yet that centuries-old question still compels him to ask.&nbsp; "The Soulcrafter, in the common tongue?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: B IC Hoard of the Dragon Queen</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Muse</strong> on <strong>24-01-2015, 15:50:26</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/a/a2/Saffvictoria.jpg)</div><strong>K'tanya</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=220587.msg10848407#msg10848407)<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;In the dark and the musk, K'tanya's eyes took on a subtle madder-violate glow as her elvensight kicked in.&nbsp; She glanced softly back.&nbsp; "Mercusio, do you have an orison for light?&nbsp; I can see about twenty paces in here.&nbsp; I don't know how the eyes of our enemies will compare, but a steady light that you can easily shade would be of value."&nbsp; 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: B IC Hoard of the Dragon Queen</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>rikka</strong> on <strong>24-01-2015, 16:23:32</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/c/c0/Mercusio2.jpg)</div><strong>Mercusio Gondsworth</strong><br><strong>Hit Points:</strong> 10/10<br><strong>Hit Die:</strong> 1D8<br><strong>Armor Class:</strong> 15 (17 with shield)<br><strong>Initiative:</strong> +2<br><strong>Speed:</strong> 30 ft.<br><strong>Proficiency Bonus:</strong> +2<br><br><hr><br><br>Mercusio did not like this one bit – proceeding through a dark, deathly smelly and watery tunnel.&nbsp; Judging from the way the door had to be yielded, nobody must have gone down here in ages, and who knows what lurks here right now.&nbsp; The unsettling thought by the young acolyte was suddenly dispelled by the inquiring, yet delightful voice of the half-elf, asking him if the Morninglord could provide them with some light so as to see better. <br><br>“J-just a second,” Mercusio fumbled.&nbsp; He rummages through his belongings until his eyes brighten and brings forth a thin incense stick.&nbsp; He then calls to mind a prayer, asking for a guiding light in the darkness.&nbsp; &nbsp;The tip of the stick suddenly flashes, producing a brightly colored globe of light which considerably illuminated the area.&nbsp; “See, nothing to it.”&nbsp; He beamed rather proudly to himself. “Aren’t you all glad I came along?”<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: B IC Hoard of the Dragon Queen</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>eternaldarkness</strong> on <strong>24-01-2015, 22:44:41</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/0jDL2cQ.jpg)<br><strong>HP:</strong> 9/9 <strong>Hit Dice:</strong> 1d8<br><strong>AC:</strong> 15; <strong>Proficiency:</strong> +2<br><strong>Init:</strong> +3; <strong>Speed </strong>25 </div>Leena blinked at the dwarf and shook her head, which made her pigtails bounce around on her head. "I don't even know what you're talking about, but it sounds like religion and god stuff, and I don't have any use for either. No god ever did anything for me except make my life harder." <br><br>it was true, most of those who'd gone out of their way to condemn her had been the religious sorts, and they always used authority and power to do it. That was part of the reason why power was all Leena respected. She understood that the weak and powerless are destined to become victims of the strong and powerful, and she had long ago decided she wanted to be the one doing the victimizing.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: B IC Hoard of the Dragon Queen</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>FragarachZ</strong> on <strong>26-01-2015, 07:17:14</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/b6/dd/54/b6dd54938b7d32602cbe5f38d9b5bfda.jpg)</div><strong><span class="bbc_u">Araun Syolkiir</span></strong><br>Neutral Good Wood Elf Ranger<br>Level 1<br><strong>HP:</strong> 12/12; <strong>Hit Dice:</strong> 1d10<br><strong>AC:</strong> 14; <strong>Proficiency:</strong> +2<br><strong>Init:</strong> +3; <strong>Speed </strong>35<br><hr><br>Araun winced slightly at the bright light. "Be alert and cover it if you hear anything. It makes searching more convenient, but it also makes us a target."<br>At the halfling he raised an eyebrow.<br>"Well, as long as it's the raiders you pick a fight with, you'll hear no complaints from me. As for talk of gods and religion, let's save it for another time. For now, I'll only say that life may surprise you yet in that regard, Leena Underhill."<br><br>Without another word, he cautioned the others as they proceeded down the secret tunnel, looking for the exit. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: B IC Hoard of the Dragon Queen</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AndyZ</strong> on <strong>26-01-2015, 22:04:12</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The good news was that nothing sentient had found its way into the tunnel besides the adventurers.&nbsp; The bad news was that plenty of other things had.&nbsp; Cobwebs decorated the area, and the only kindness to the poor halfling who had to wade in waist-deep water while the others only had leg-deep splashing was that the webs were too high up for a halfling to have to brush away.<br><br>One squeak led to another, and then another, as they moved further in.&nbsp; Two nests of rats had been set up, and as the adventurers got close, it became quite apparent that none of the rodents appreciated being disturbed.&nbsp; They formed into swarms, one on each side, assaulting the heroes.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: B IC Hoard of the Dragon Queen</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>rikka</strong> on <strong>28-01-2015, 15:19:47</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/c/c0/Mercusio2.jpg)</div><strong>Mercusio Gondsworth</strong><br><strong>Hit Points:</strong> 10/10<br><strong>Hit Die:</strong> 1D8<br><strong>Armor Class:</strong> 15 (17 with shield)<br><strong>Initiative:</strong> +2<br><strong>Speed:</strong> 30 ft.<br><strong>Proficiency Bonus:</strong> +2<br><br><hr><br>Mercusio could not hide the chagrin on his face upon seeing what is swarming at their group. “Rats!” he cried, almost squealing.<br><br>He did not even care if the others think less of him but he had to do something about the massing rodents.&nbsp; He calls upon a <em>sacred flame</em> from the Morninglord, hoping it will smite them good!<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">1 point of damage on the front side swarm; not sure if saving throw is applicable for this miserable roll - Dex DC 13</div></div>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: B IC Hoard of the Dragon Queen</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Muse</strong> on <strong>29-01-2015, 01:52:24</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/a/a2/Saffvictoria.jpg)</div><strong>K'tanya</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=220587.msg10848407#msg10848407)<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;K'tanya whimered as well&nbsp; She'd known plenty of girls her age who would jump on a table screaming at a single mouse.&nbsp; They were farly ridiculous, but if they knew how a swarm of hungry rats could be, they'd understand some of the ngihtmare she woke screaming from.&nbsp; The dredhead drew dagger and wand.&nbsp; Hoping she could scatter the swarm before they got close, she focused on MErcusio's target.&nbsp; Wtih a flick fo the wand, she sent a ray of killing cold their way!&nbsp; <br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">Similar fail! <br>24 to hit for 1 damage from RAy of Frost.</div></div>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: B IC Hoard of the Dragon Queen</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AndyZ</strong> on <strong>29-01-2015, 04:58:57</strong>
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				In the dark alleys of the urban sprawls, as the rest of the city has fallen to revelry or rest, stories festered.&nbsp; One such tale was that of the Emperor Rat, a wise and sinister creature that made its way among the vermin and built up an army.&nbsp; Some poor fool had declared a war against rats, and this wretched monster lurked among them, waiting for its chance to destroy the humanoid races one by one.<br><br>A single rat peered out amidst the throng, large beady eyes and notably bigger than the others.&nbsp; As Mercusio's divine light came forth, it deftly hopped out of the way, squeaking in a cry of...protest?&nbsp; Perhaps a war cry, spurring on the others?<br><br>Then K'tanya's ray of frost hit it between the eyes, and its frozen head collapsed to the stone and shattered.<br><br>Probably just a story...
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: B IC Hoard of the Dragon Queen</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>FragarachZ</strong> on <strong>30-01-2015, 15:00:51</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/b6/dd/54/b6dd54938b7d32602cbe5f38d9b5bfda.jpg)</div><strong><span class="bbc_u">Araun Syolkiir</span></strong><br>Neutral Good Wood Elf Ranger<br>Level 1<br><strong>HP:</strong> 12/12; <strong>Hit Dice:</strong> 1d10<br><strong>AC:</strong> 14; <strong>Proficiency:</strong> +2<br><strong>Init:</strong> +3; <strong>Speed </strong>35<br><hr><br>The ranger sliced left and right then left and right again, trying to keep the agressive vermin at bay and at a distance from the group. When the magic attacks of the young teammates forced some of the creautures back, he pressed on trying to clear the way and break up the rat swarm so they can pass through at least on one side, to avoid getting surrounded by dozens if not hundred of tiny, hungry and filthy little beasts.<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">Attack for AC 16 and 4 damage, then off hand for 20 AC and 5 damage</div></div>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: B IC Hoard of the Dragon Queen</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>eternaldarkness</strong> on <strong>05-02-2015, 19:34:39</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/0jDL2cQ.jpg) <br><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Leena Underhill</strong></span><br><strong>HP:</strong> 9/9 <strong>Hit Dice:</strong> 1d8<br><strong>AC:</strong> 15; <strong>Proficiency:</strong> +2<br><strong>Init:</strong> +3; <strong>Speed </strong>25 </div>Leena swore and moved to engage the swarm at her back, swinging her staff in a low, sweeping motion to try to kill off the rats quickly and punctuating each swipe with a swift kick "This town really needs a rat catcher! Or a lot of big, hungry cats!"<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">Roll Result: Leena Underhill rolled: 1d20, adding 5 to the total<br>Comment:<strong> Attack</strong> (Quarterstaff)<br>Result: 17, <br>Total: <strong>22</strong><br><br>Roll Result: Leena Underhill rolled: 1d6, adding 3 to the total<br>Comment: Attack - QS Damage<br>Result: 5, <br>Total: <strong>8</strong><br><br>Roll Result: Leena Underhill rolled: 1d20, adding 5 to the total<br>Comment: Attack - <strong>unarmed bonus</strong><br>Result: 10, <br>Total: <strong>15</strong><br><br>Roll Result: Leena Underhill rolled: 1d4, adding 3 to the total<br>Comment: <strong>Attack - Unarmed Damage</strong><br>Result: 4, <br>Total:<strong> 7</strong></div></div>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: B IC Hoard of the Dragon Queen</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AndyZ</strong> on <strong>05-02-2015, 20:15:21</strong>
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				It seemed that the Emperor Rat neglected to put armor upon his subjects, and such would prove to be their downfall.&nbsp; If any big, hungry cats did manage to brave their way through the stagnant water, they'd certainly eat well down in the tunnels now.<br><br>Yet the swarms weren't completely done yet.&nbsp; One of them circled around Araun, biting and clawing with feral, ravenous squeaks, while the other recouped their losses and did the best they could against Leena.<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Attacks</div><div class="spoiler_body">20 AC to Araun for 6 damage.<br><br>17 AC to Leena for 6 damage also.<br></div></div>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: B IC Hoard of the Dragon Queen</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>rikka</strong> on <strong>06-02-2015, 13:30:26</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/c/c0/Mercusio2.jpg)</div><strong>Mercusio Gondsworth</strong><br><strong>Hit Points:</strong> 10/10<br><strong>Hit Die:</strong> 1D8<br><strong>Armor Class:</strong> 15 (17 with shield)<br><strong>Initiative:</strong> +2<br><strong>Speed:</strong> 30 ft.<br><strong>Proficiency Bonus:</strong> +2<br><br><hr><br>The swarm of rats were making short work of Mercusio’s companions, particularly the Halfling woman and the elf, Araun, which was upsetting in itself, for that would mean the vicious vermin would go for him and K’tanya in no time.&nbsp; But acolyte had very little options left.&nbsp; His crossbow would be next to useless against the horde, and he was in an awkward positon, right in the middle of the group, to try and melee the rats with his mace and he really did not want that anyway.&nbsp; So all that was left were the minor prayers he prepared and get to ask the Morninglord to grant him.&nbsp; <br><br>Having wasted enough time dawdling in thought Mercusio decided to go again for another sacred flame, but to whom first.&nbsp; Leena or Araun?&nbsp; He quickly made his decision and cast his spell on the swarm pestering the Halfling woman.<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Sacred Flame</div><div class="spoiler_body">Dexterity save DC 13 or suffer 5 points of damage</div></div>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: B IC Hoard of the Dragon Queen</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Muse</strong> on <strong>06-02-2015, 18:56:04</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/a/a2/Saffvictoria.jpg)</div><strong>K'tanya</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=220587.msg10848407#msg10848407)<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;K'tanya whimpered in sympathetic agony when the rats started swarming her new found friends.&nbsp; The redhead leaped forwards and dropped into a crouch, driving her dagger at the rats assailing Araun.&nbsp; <br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">21 to hit for 4 damage.<br>Again with the good attack rolls and minimum damage rolls!&nbsp; <br></div></div>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: B IC Hoard of the Dragon Queen</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>FragarachZ</strong> on <strong>13-02-2015, 14:32:50</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/b6/dd/54/b6dd54938b7d32602cbe5f38d9b5bfda.jpg)</div><strong><span class="bbc_u">Araun Syolkiir</span></strong><br>Neutral Good Wood Elf Ranger<br>Level 1<br><strong>HP:</strong> 6/12; <strong>Hit Dice:</strong> 1d10<br><strong>AC:</strong> 14; <strong>Proficiency:</strong> +2<br><strong>Init:</strong> +3; <strong>Speed </strong>35<br><hr><br>The elf felt a wave of anger and shame wash over him as the rats swarmed around him several jumping up at him and hanging off him with their sharp little teeth buried in his apparel. He wasn't going to go down against some rats after fighting off those cultists! He swinged his swords wildly to tear up as many of the little beasts as he could!<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Attacks</div><div class="spoiler_body">Main 11 AC 8 damage<br>Off-hand 16 AC 2 damage</div></div>
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