Circle of Life's Red Hand of Doom IC Thread

[OMG PONIES]

Originally Posted by Fireheart

Roni - they've got a Sanctuary up...I don't think we can attack them.

Roni simply smiles at his sister's words; he had seen this spell used many times by fledgling clerics in some of his previous lines of work. Unfortunately, he had also seen the many ways around the spell. "Come on, Vaer," he chides her as he stops playing and stows his mandolin in his pack, "you just have to want it. Anyway, just because you can't attack doesn't mean you can't fight. There's always a way to win." Without even having to reach into his spell component pouch, he mutters a few arcane syllables and snaps his fingers. As he snaps, the air around the two hobgoblins bursts with sparkling metallic confetti. As the hobgoblins claw at their eyes, Roni's smile becomes a smirk.

Both hobgoblins are outlined by the glitter (-40 to Hide), and must make Will saves vs DC 17 or be blinded for four rounds.

Spoiler

Move action: place mandolin back in pack
Standard action: cast glitterdust, centered on the corner of J13-K14.

Duration of ongoing effects:

• Dragonfire Inspiration: lingering for 3 more rounds
• Inspire Courage: lingering for 4 more rounds

[Circle of Life]

Both hobgoblins sneer at Faien's threat, then again at Auran's words a moment later. Roni's spell catches them off guard however, apparently having intended to rely upon their warding longer than a few scant seconds. The swordsman wipes golden dust from his eyes with the back of a hand, murmuring what sounds like a mantra under his breath, but his companion cries out and paws at eyes filled with glimmering golden flakes, unable to see.

The swordsman whips one of his viciously hooked swords toward Faien, the shadowy warding rippling back as he does so. Fast as the blade is however, Vaeri is faster: a trio of icy missiles strikes the swordsman in the chest, staggering him and throwing his aim wildly askew, the blade slicing into the ground to score a line just before Faien's toes.

As quickly as the warding is gone, the second hobgoblin clutches at one of the gem-studded skulls at his belt and fervently shouts a few words in a twisted tongue. Shadows coalesce around the two once more, shifting with their every movement.

Auran:

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There are two auras of evil within the range of your Detect Evil. The strongest aura is of Moderate strength.

Roni:

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You recognize the mantra as a small portion of a technique taught in certain martial circles all across Khoravaire. Known as the Moment of Perfect Mind, it allows adepts of the blade to focus their will into a single moment of heightened resilience, allowing them to overcome greater mental assaults than would otherwise be possible.

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The caster is blinded, but the swordsman succeeds on his Will save. The swordsman attacks Faien but misses horribly. Vaeri strikes the swordsman for 9 force damage from her readied Magic Missile, then the caster uses the Blessing of the Dark Queen invocation again, restoring the protection to both hobgoblins.

Map:

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[Sallera]

Attempting to empty his mind of anything but the need to inflict just retribution on these bandits, Faien reflexively strengthens his spirit against any further assaults from the shadow-wielder, then drops his blade from its guard, letting it swing around and over his head before slicing at the shadows from above.

Spoiler

Swift to reassign essentia from Gauntlets to Shirt. SR back up to 17.
Will save: (1d20+4)[24]
If it succeeds, Attack: (1d20+10)[11]
Damage: (1d8+6)[9] + (2d6)[8] electricity + (3d6)[8] fire

[TekHed]

Auran could no longer afford to wait. He had given due warning, inquired of intentions and yet still the hobgoblins remained intractable. Not only that but they appeared to be using dark magics to aid themselves. His course of action was clear.

Suddenly glowing with golden light, Auran picked his way across the difficult terrain, vaulting up the grade towards the enemy caster with an assisting flap of his voluminous wings. When he came in range of the second hobgoblin, he unleashed the full fury of his mace upon the evil interloper.

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Swift action cast: Eagle's Splendor
Move action 3 squares to M14, Jump check to bypass the difficult terrain for the last 5 foot diagonal, for total of 30' movement: Jump DC 10 (1d20+13)[20]
Standard Action: Attack H2 (Blinded): Will save vs. Sanctuary effect: (1d20+14)[26]

I'm assuming these are the evil guys. If I'm mistaken, remove 7 from the attack roll and 5 from the damage roll.

Mace: (1d20+21)[26]
Damage: (1d10+11)[20] + fire (3d6)[10]

Auran's current AC: 19
Bonus to Faien's Saves: +3

[Fireheart]

Vaeri glances back at her brother. "Show-off."

She reaches a finger into her waterskin and pulls out a drop of water. Cupping her hands around it, she speaks, then blows out a firm breath of air and sends a sharp, clear icicle flying toward the second Hobgoblin. A second and third icicle follow shortly each arcing toward the second Hobgoblin.

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OOC: I am assuming that the answer to the w/in 40ft is yes. If not she moves, then casts.

Ice Darts: (half damage cold)

Ranged Touch (1d20+5)[22]
Dmg Dart1: (2d4)[4]
Dmg Dart2: (2d4)[6]
Dmg Dart3: (2d4)[5]

[OMG PONIES]

Roni laughs and says, "Don't confuse creativity with braggadacio, sis." He raises an eyebrow with a smirk as the swordsman shrugs off the effect of his spell and adds, "Moment of Perfect Mind, eh?" almost to himself.

Roni's smirk becomes a smile as he realizes the advantage that this presents him with. Martial adepts could only use a technique once before meditating to recover it, whereas a spontaneous magician like Roni could be a bit less judicious with the use of their abilities. Roni replicates both his words and gestures, causing another burst of glitter to fill the air around the hobgoblins.

Both hobgoblins are outlined by the glitter (-40 to Hide), and must make another Will save vs DC 17 or be blinded for four rounds.

Spoiler

Roni casts Glitterdust again, centered to catch as many hobgoblins as possible without also engulfing his allies.

Duration of ongoing effects:

• Dragonfire Inspiration: lingering for 2 more rounds
• Inspire Courage: lingering for 3 more rounds

[Circle of Life]

Roni's second burst of glitter succeeds where the first failed, filling the eyes of the swordsman with flecks of golden dust. A heartbeat later, the caster lets out a cry of agony as Auran's mace breaks through the shadowy barrier to collide solidly with flesh, cracking bones and bruising muscle with equal ease. Vaeri flicks a trio of icy missiles toward the pair, but as the ice strikes the shadows, it instantly melts as if subjected to an intense heat, and it is not daggers of ice but droplets of water that strike the hobgoblins, creating little more than an annoying diversion.

The swordsman shouts something in his tongue, and his companion steps away from Auran to make room for the blademaster, who swings toward the dragonborn with a flashing backhanded arc of steel as he closes. Roni's spell proves its worth however, and the attack goes wide by a large margin, whistling past Auran's chest with several inches to spare.

Clutching one of the skulls at his belt, the second hobgoblin chants something in a rough tongue, then gestures in the general direction of Faien and Auran with either hand. Waves of shadow rush from either palm, washing over the knight and the paladin. The waves break around Faien without touching him, but scour Auran - not his flesh, but what feels like his very essence.

Roni:

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The swordsman shouted: "Back away! This blade will hold them at bay while you work your magicks!"

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Auran takes 9 negative energy damage. Faien's spell resistance negates the damage directed at him.

Map:

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[Sallera]

As the caster presents an opening, Faien launches himself forward with a shuffle and a leap, landing heavily on both feet and twisting his body to slice down with a surge of electricity past the hobgoblin's warding mace, along its shoulder.

Spoiler

Spellcraft: (1d20+7)[14]

Move to J14.
Swift: Reassign essentia from Blade to Gauntlets.
Attack: (1d20+8)[28]
Damage: (1d8+4)[7] + (4d6)[18] electricity + (3d6)[7] fire

[OMG PONIES]

Roni draws his bow from his side and knocks a single arrow. He looks towards the blinded caster, steadies his aim, and lets an arrow fly. As the projectile rips through the air, the head of it bursts into flame thanks to the lingering effects of Roni's first magical song. "Good luck working any magicks with that sticking out of your chest," he chides.

22 vs. H2's flatfooted AC (-2 since he's blinded) for 6 piercing damage and 14 fire damage. If H2 is already dropped by Faien's attack, Roni will instead shoot at H1, albeit at a -4 penalty (18 vs H1's flatfooted AC-2).

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Duration of ongoing effects:

• Dragonfire Inspiration: lingering for 1 more round
• Inspire Courage: lingering for 2 more rounds

[Fireheart]

Watching as her icicles turn to water, Vaeri growls.

Oh, no you didn't, she says stalking forward a few steps.

Forming her hands into a ball, she speaks and send a swirling blue-white orb at the fighter.

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OOC: Vaeri moves w/in range (if I need to) and casts Orb of Cold at the fighter...(assuming the caster is down.)

will save to attack (1d20+4)[18]
ranged touch (1d20+5)[16]
dmg if hits (3d8)[13]

[TekHed]

Auran winced as the dark magics clawed through his defenses. Seeing Faien's wisdom in trading up dance partners, Auran turned his attention to the swordsman and put all of his weight and force into a heroic blow, hoping to end the battle summarily.

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No need to move, already buffed up, so just going for the gusto, second verse same as the first.

Warstar:(1d20+21)[36]
Damage:(1d10+11)[20] + fire (3d6)[10]

Auran's current AC: 19
Bonus to Faien's Saves: +3

[Circle of Life]

Faien's overhead slash ends the spellcaster before he can so much as cry out, dropping to the ground in a bloodied heap. A heartbeat later, Roni and Vaeri's combined attacks stagger the swordsman, then Auran's viciously effective assault drops him with the sound of snapping bones. Neither of the hobgoblins so much as stir as their blood begins to pool beneath them, staining the surrounding grass crimson.

The faint smell of brimstone remains in the air, wafting from the direction of the farmhouse, but no new threats present themselves.

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I'm so sorry that took so long, and for such a pitiful update too, but I keep running out of time before I can actually write something of substance. Forgive me, and it'll be better soon.

You're out of combat for now, so take whatever actions you like.

[TekHed]

Auran lowered his warstar, but remained alert for any further emergent threats.

"Damn them for their foul intent!" he cursed, visibly furious at the violence he had been forced to commit. He looked to the bodies and then to Roni, frowning slightly. He then turned to the Magistrate.

"Well fought Faien. I will leave it for you to search their bodies."

In a louder voice so that the twins could hear he added. "I will have a look at your wounds shortly. First however, we must secure the area. I fear what we shall find in the farmhouse..."

Keeping his weapon and shield at the ready, the Dragonborn grimly made his way towards the rustic building.

[Sallera]

Catching the paladin's meaningful glance, Faien sighs, letting his blade fade away and dropping to one knee to ensure the hobgoblin is indeed dead - as unlikely as its survival seemed, taking chances on such matters was not his usual practice. "They are unlikely to be so foolish as to carry any information of note, but if they are indeed more than simple bandits, there may be some evidence of a larger affiliation. Check the other, please," he calls to the others. Perhaps Auran had his doubts, but their desire to help was genuine enough to bring them this far, and given the circumstances, that said much.

"Confirm his death, and see if he held any symbols of affiliation; they may well not carry their own, but even false ones could tell a tale."

[Fireheart]

Vaeri glanced at Roni and shook her head, Yuck, she says, before walking up to stand beside Faien. Glancing at the other hobgoblin, she was fairly certain of his death given the wounds inflicted.

A quick murmered word and wave of her hands, and Vaeri studies the two fallen creatures.

If you give me a second, she says, I can tell you if any of thier items are magical in nature. Perhaps that may give us a clue as to thier affiliation.

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OOC: Detect Magic - whenever you get a chance, Circle. I can always use the "extra" time to discern more information, if anything is magical. :)

[OMG PONIES]

"Well fought, Faien?" Roni asks in disbelief. "No consideration for any Quickwing support, eh?"

The musician arches an eyebrow at Auran's orders. "Leave the lawman to search for loot? Like hell you will!" He jostles between the two larger men to crouch down by the hobgoblin. For a moment, he remembers the first time he had seen a corpse; his reaction had been a bit more visceral than Vaeri's. However, having seen his share of death in his various vocations, the young spellscale had learned to keep the contents of his stomach stowed. He begins rifling through the belongings of the corpses, hunched over them to keep anything particularly worth keeping from the prying eyes of the law.

Perception - (1d20+8)[18]
Knowledge - (1d20+5)[19] (with another +4 if it's arcana)
Sleight of Hand - (1d20+11)[12] to pocket any gold/other small treasure on the down-low.

[Sallera]

"I am not 'searching for loot'," Faien replies dryly, arching an eyebrow at the spellscale's haste. "I am confiscating evidence. While we are free to make use of the former possessions of bandits, that should not be our primary concern at the moment."

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Perception: (1d20)[10]

[TekHed]

Auran paused in his path and turned to look Roni in the eyes. "You did aid in the battle, and it we would have had to slog it out for longer and with greater injury had you not empowered our weapons with your dragonsong, and blinded the enemy with your magic. You even scored a solid hit with your bow."

He paused, considering. "Though I would like to say otherwise, I can say with certainty that this is only the beginning of the danger we face. Goblins and their more martial kin are known for moving in hordes. It is highly unlikely that these bandits are working alone. They seemed organized and are likely advance scouts for a greater force. Because we are few, it is important that we develop strong synergy and coordinate our actions. We did well this day. Very well I would say, but there is room for improvement."

Withdrawing a slender wand from a bracer at his wrist, Auran touched it to Roni's wound, and the burning pain from the cauterized puncture melted away with a cool and pleasant rush of sensation.

"For example, my divine gifts offer protection not only to their servant, but radiate outward to aid those aligned with my quest. Vaeri, the ring I gave you will only function if you remain in close proximity. Likewise those near me benefit from the grace I've been given, to stave off the effects of black sorcery. However, you must remain within 30 or so paces by my side. Not too close though...clustering tightly can make us vulnerable to balls of fire and other magical artillery. Adapting our positioning to the best possible effect can make the difference between victory and death. Better still to enter a battle only upon our own terms, although this is not always possible. Your keen eye gave us enough warning to avoid the worst of the ambush and allowed us to turn the tables quickly on our foe. If it is a compliment you seek Roni Quickwing, you did well this day."

The paladin then looked to Vaeri. "And you. The power of winter is at your fingertips. Though your skills yet need honing, you are young and will only grow in power. Aye, both of you fought well. I give special praise to Magister Faien for facing the enemy head on in melee. It takes courage to meet death face to face, even when one is not lame."

As Roni moved swiftly towards the dead caster's body, Auran's pupils narrowed and followed him like a hawk. As the young spellscale knelt over the corpse, the paladin's body tensed. For a moment it seemed that he had caught the roguish bard in his act of surreptitious confiscation, but then the paladin merely nodded approval at the others and turned back to the path, grimly stalking towards the farmhouse.

Auran sent out a silent prayer that perhaps someone had been able to hide and escape detection by the murderous bandits, but in his heart he steeled himself for a vision of death. He had seen so much death in his previous life. In this new life, with his penance upon him, it seemed that he would hound death yet again.

In his heart, Auran remembered all he had wrought. Although no altruistic deed would change what he had done, or erase that stain from history or his own memory, he could yet pray that through his sacrifice in this life, a difference would be made for those who now lived, and that the generations which followed would inherit a better world.

In his heart, Auran felt the weight of his return, knowing that if he failed, there might well be no future generations born to claim that inheritance.

Arriving at the farmhouse brought the Dragonborn back from his grim reverie, back to the grim business at hand...

Taking a deep breath, brimstone stinging the sensitive membranes of his nostrils, Sir Auran readied his shield and pressed his warstar to wood. The door opened, hinges creaking noisily in complaint.

ooc:

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Auran's use of the word lame is not meant as an insult or statement of pity. It is clear from his tone and expression that the paladin is merely making the statement as a fact, and complimenting Faien for his tenacity in the face of his disability.

Also, Roni heals 11 damage via lesser vigor (spent charge noted).

[OMG PONIES]

Roni misses the rest of Auran's words amidst the glow he feels. However, this glow comes not from the healing wand the paladin uses, but the small compliment he is almost forced to make. "Aye, thank ye," Roni says with a smile. "Not so hard, was it?" The young spellscale finishes his search of the bodies and runs off toward the farmhouse to rejoin his allies.

[Fireheart]

Vaeri listens as Auron explains his earlier words, still concentrating on her magic.

"No offense to Auran" she says as the Paladin moves away. "But if I can stay further away than 30 ft., I will." Half under her voice, she says, "I am not moving closer to battle just on the chance he can take some of the damage that might hit me. No way."

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(OOC: I'm stalling on moving closer to the farm house until Circle is back...)

[Sallera]

"It takes no courage to judge an enemy and find him lacking, nor to perform a routine duty," Faien counters with a sigh. "It is good that you recognize right and necessity, but save your praise for praiseworthy actions." He leaves the matter there, although whether he had been complimenting anyone with that remains unclear.

"Ha." With half a laugh under his breath, Faien gives Vaeri a slight smile. "That can be wise, but take care of the terrain when choosing your distances. Even in a pitched battle, unless we are on a flat plain, always assume that the enemy is capable of getting behind you unnoticed, or is already there. Neither of you should stay so far back that we cannot reach you at need, especially if I am dismounted."

[Fireheart]

Still keeping half a mind on her magic, Vaeri begins to seperate items that are magical from non-magical ones.

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(OOC: Circle, hoping desperately that there is magical ones but atleast I can keep the conversation going that way.)

She nods at Faien's words. "I suppose that's a reasonable expectation. I'll try to keep somewhat closer." She glances from Faien to his horse. "Do you usually fight upon horseback? Where did you learn to do that?"

[Sallera]

"At my father's estate in Karrnath. I trained as a knight when I was a child, before I found my calling. Most of the itinerant magistrates of our country know the arts of combat to some degree; we are often called upon to deal with bandits such as these, although some prefer to call support from the nearest military outpost. In truth, I am as comfortable fighting on foot; the advantages of mobility cannot be denied, but a warhorse is fragile in ways I am not." The nigh-supernaturally placid horse gives a snort at this, clearly more than accustomed to the sight and smell of corpses, and begins futilely searching the dry ground for something edible. Faien flicks its reins, dropping them firmly to the ground to make clear it ought to stay put.

"And you?" Glancing about in case the fleeing archers had decided to return, Faien returns to the others and their growing pile of retrieved objects. "Despite what I said, you two do not seem entirely unaccustomed to battle. Have you mercenary experience, or do you simply lead a dangerous life?"

[OMG PONIES]

"Not so much danger...more like perpetual dabbling," Roni laughs. He reminds himself not to cross Faien, who it seems has the power to slice him to pieces with word, quill, or sword with equal finesse. The more the spellscale learns about the lawman, the more intimidating he becomes. "After all, what's fighting but hunting a quarry that hunts back? What are tactical decisions but a living chessboard? I can't stress firmly enough that I believe all life's a game, so I've taken upon myself the due diligence of reading the relevant rules...or at least skimming them."

[Sallera]

"A pragmatic approach. Deeper study is often more rewarding, but it is good to maintain competence in all areas of life," Faien replies, looking from Roni to Vaeri. "But is 'dabbling' all you do? Was it pursuit of some greater ambition that led to your involvement in the beginning of this matter, or simple chance?"

[Fireheart]

Vaeri glances at Roni and barely stifles a laugh.

"Ummm...I woud definitely say in this case, chance and a bit of ummm...guilty persuasion. We were in exactly the wrong place at the right time." She says looking over at Auran.

[OMG PONIES]

Roni shrugs and lets out the laugh she kept in. "Only wrong place is one that doesn't lead to an adventure, sis. In that regard, we've been in the right spot all along." Turning back to Faien, Roni says "I've got time to do naught but dabble in all but the sphere of music. That's my great ambition."

[PairO'Dice Lost]

A momentary lull in the conversation gives everyone a chance to get a closer look at the loot that Roni found (or the "evidence" that Roni "confiscated," take your pick) while searching the bodies. Neither the swordsman nor the spellcaster carried anything of particular value that would be easily concealable, much to a certain spellscale's displeasure. Vaeri places the two blue vials and two swords belonging to the swordsman into the magical items pile, while the swordsman's armor and the spellcaster's jeweled skulls go in the valuable-but-nonmagical items pile.

In a larger pouch on the back of the spellcaster's belt was found a small scroll case soaked in his blood and slightly crumpled where its owner fell on it; the two scrolls inside are speckled with tiny flecks of blood, but both were shielded from the worst of the blood thanks to the spellcaster's thick robes soaking up most of it, and both still seem perfectly usable and are placed in the magical items pile. Finally, a small metal amulet on a leather thong around the spellcaster's neck is placed in the nonmagical pile, once it too has all of its former owner's blood wiped off. The amulet is a disk bearing a pentagon inscribed in gold. At each point of the pentagon is a tiny gemstone of a different color: one ruby, one emerald, one sapphire, one diamond, and one onyx.

Auran, Roni, Vaeri

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The three of you, given your passing expertise in religious matters, recognize the amulet and what it signifies. It is an unholy symbol of Tiamat, a demoness of no small renown. No, not just a demoness: one of the Demon Overlords, the unholy spawn of Khyber Himself. She has one of the more active demon cults devoted to her worship (and eventual freeing, they hope) and is usually depicted as a five-headed dragon, one head for each chromatic variety. The pentagon design is meant to be a very abstract representation of Tiamat; higher-level priests in her cult are rumored to receive more and more detailed and ornate (and enchanted) symbols as they rise through the ranks.

The actual gemstone fragments in the symbol are roughly-cut and practically valueless--no cult would trust its initiates with anything of actual value so soon, much less Tiamat's--hence why the symbol was not deemed valuable enough to find its way into Roni's pockets prematurely.

The wind shifts slightly to blow more strongly from the direction of the farmhouse, making the smell of brimstone and rotten eggs even worse than it already was. The terrible scent suddenly intensifies as Auran pushes the door open, and on top of that a very slight hint of decomposition can be picked out now as well.

Auran

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As the door creaks open, you identify the source of both scents. The scent of decomposition comes from a heap of rotting bodies piled haphazardly along one wall. Some wear armor, some wear common clothing, but all appear to have been dead for less than a day as far as you can tell.

The scent of brimstone comes from two massive canine creatures in the room. Both stand four, maybe five feet tall at the shoulder, have deep red fur and glowing orange eyes, and possess abnormally long, sharp teeth. One of the creatures is munching on one of the bodies and looks up at you and growls as you open the door, as if to complain about you interrupting its meal. It plants its feet under itself, opens its mouth wide, and lets loose a gout of flame at you; tiny flames lick the door frame as the fire washes around you and sets it alight. It then crouches down, ready to spring but waiting for the right moment.

The other creature wastes no time breathing fire at you, and instead simply dashes in your direction, slamming you with one heavily-muscled shoulder and trying to force you back. Its momentum sends you stumbling backwards a dozen or so feet as you scramble to keep your balance, and as you're off balance the beast snaps at your arm with its powerful jaws, which clamp around your wrist and leave a large scorch mark in addition to the bite mark.

[Auran is bull rushed out of the doorway, and takes 7 physical damage and 9 fire damage between the bite and the breath.]

There is a sudden blast of flame from inside the farmhouse and the dragonborn comes flying out of the door towards the rest of you. A massive reddish blur is on top of him; you can make out some flames and fangs and claws, but not much else. You think you can see a similar reddish...thing...inside the farmhouse, but your attention is kind of occupied at the moment with the nearer threat.

Everyone

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And we begin the second combat of the campaign with an ambush and a better initiative roll by some new enemies. How exciting.

Map--Surprise Round, Round 1

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[OMG PONIES]

"Son of a sea hag!" Roni curses under his breath as the creature crashing into Auran takes him by surprise. He whips his mandolin from his bag with one hand, clutches his pendant with the other and gives it a quick kiss. His plectrum races across the strings of his instrument while his fingers quickly slide down the fretboard, resulting in an extended chromatic slur. "Looks like this dance isn't over just yet," he chuckles.

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No action: Knowledge (Planes) to identify the creature, rolled a 14.
Move action: draw masterwork mandolin once more.
Swift action: activate Badge of Valor (charge 2/3 today)
Standard action: activate Inspire Courage (traditional style) for +3 to hit (+1 IC + 1 masterwork mandolin + 1 Badge of Valor) and +1 damage (+1 IC -1 masterwork mandolin + 1 Badge of Valor)

All allies that can hear Roni receive a +3 morale bonus to attacks and a +1 morale bonus to damage.

[Fireheart]

As Roni curses, Vaeri quickly glances up and around.

Spotting the creature attacking Auran, she raises her hand quickly and a silver blue dagger of ice crystalizes and flies at the creature. She then moves back away from the battle.

OOC:

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Spell-like ability: ice dagger

ranged touch (splash weapon) AC5
(1d20+5)[25]

(5d4)[15]

move 10ft away from combat

(Auran technically takes a 1pt of cold dmg assuming he's w/in 5 ft.)