I would rather not be ambushed by these bastards up the road.
Cheezus takes a shot at the nearest kobold and continues moving at normal speed.
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I would rather not be ambushed by these bastards up the road.

pancakemix wrote:Quirk, you are a bastard. That is all.
(Draconic) Away from here you who remain, consider yourselves to have your lives spared!


DM wrote:As Cackle moves in to take out another target, Cheezus moves up and fires a shot from his Elven Longbow...
DM wrote:Cheezus unleashes an arrow from his bow and it just glances off the boulder and strikes a kobold in the forehead as he was peering over for another sneak attack on the company.
Gregor lies on the ground as two kobolds prepare to retreat from the battlefield, one Kobold pulls out a small dagger and looks like it is about to put Gregor out for good when he suddenly stops when it hears a voice speaking a language it can understand.
"Away from here you who remain, consider yourselves to have your lives spared!" calls out the Half-Elf Wizard, as Firnam takes another shot at one of the Kobolds that has begun to run away. He levels his hand crossbow at the Kobold who was shooting another hand crossbow earlier. Now that the creature is retreating, Firnam finds he has advantage in attacking the little beast.
DM wrote:The little Kobold is shot directly through the throat as he starts to run away. It gurgles and spits blood and finally falls down face first onto the ground. It is dead with its crossbow by its side.
As two Kobolds retreat from Gregor (who is helpless on the ground and near death) on of them pulls out a dagger and is about to stab Gregor while he lays defeated.
Alastair sees the danger and immediately waves his wizard's wand and begins a chant.
Suddenly, a bluish orb shoots from his wand...
DM wrote:The small scaly creature is about to slice Gregor's throat when it is hit by the bluish orb that Alastair fired from his wand. The little Kobold is blown high into the air and smacks the ground with a thud. It lies in a quivering mass of bloodied flesh and broken bones.
Maximus swings his two handed sword at a Kobold he is trying to runaway...
DM wrote:Maximus' mighty swing catches nothing but air as the Kobold moves away in all haste.
From out of the Bushes, Cackle springs upon a Kobold that was throwing spears at Gregor. Cackle lunges at the Kobold with his short sword and runs it through. A gasp of air leaves the Kobold's lungs as Cackle twists the blade to do maximum damage. The Kobold falls to the ground...lifeless. Cackle quickly checks its body for treasure
Army of GOD wrote:I joined this game because it's so similar to Call of Duty.
Curse the vile scum that did this to you. As a servant of Melora, whenever evil-doers halt my progress they impede her will.

pancakemix wrote:Quirk, you are a bastard. That is all.
Quirk wrote:Cheezus gives Gregor first aid before we rest.Curse the vile scum that did this to you. As a servant of Melora, whenever evil-doers halt my progress they impede her will.
DM wrote:As Gregor the Half-Orc lies beaten on the ground, Cheezus runs to his side. The Elven Cleric pulls up some nearby moss and forest herbs and quickly ties them to the Gregor's wounds. When he is finished, he holds a silver holy symbol that looks like an Oak Leaf and begins to say a prayer in Elven.
Firnam speaks to Alastair,"You know I understand some Elven, I am not perfect at it, but I learned it on the streets. I had a Half-Elf friend just like you and we used to steal bread from the market. He taught me to speak Elven so that we could speak openly and not worry about anyone to over hear us."
"What ever happened to your friend?"Alastair asks.
"We were stealing some food from the market, as usual, and he was caught. I ran away, but my friend was still trying to break free of the merchant's grasp. When my friend stomped on the Merchant's foot to get away, the Merchant clubbed him in the back of the head as he was trying to flee to safety...that was the end of my friend,"Firnam fights to hold back tears,"and that will be the end of that Merchant someday!"
In the background the party can hear the haunting voice of Gorlan the Bard as he sings of the company's exploits of the day. A sense of calm falls over the party and they begin to have their spirits lifted to carry on to Baskin's Bay.
Mr.Urlag has now hooked the horses back up to the wagon and Maximus has lifted the wagon out of the Kobold's ambush pit.
"Well, she's ready to go."Mr.Urlag tells the crew.
Then everyone is interrupted by the sound of a moan. Gregor is beginning to sit up, it seems he is recouping from his wounds.
"What happened to Gregor?"Gregor asks in his familiar Half-Orc accent.
"You have been down awhile, friend. You killed many of the little lizard thingies, but your friends were unable to get to you in time before you were brought down."Alastair replies to Gregor's question.
DM wrote:The party travels the rest of the day without incident.
"We must have scared off all the Kobolds in Nyördand today!"Gorlan jests to his mates.
"Well, scaring off Kobolds is easier than scaring off the King's Guard!"Mr.Urlag turns his head back towards the company sitting in the back of the wagon. Mr.Urlag points ahead at some figures riding horse towards them and says,"Look!"
Each guard is well armored in chain mail and carry Halberds with Herald Banners marked white and gold with the symbol of a silver gauntlet in the center field. It is the crest of King Fyrsdane.
"Halt! What is your business here,"the lead guard says as he inspects each individual closely.
"On our way to Baskin's, a friend of ours was kidnapped by Githarian bounty hunters and we believe they are leaving the bay back to Githar as we speak."Mr.Urlag tells the guard.
"I see, and what happened to this....Half-Orc?"the guard asks with a visible sneer of disdain.
"He fought bravely trying to save me an his friends form a band of Kobold bandits, you snide dog! He has done much more for your so-called kingdom than what you have done this day! Isn't it YOUR job to keep the highways safe?"Sheyla scolds the guard.
"My job is of no concern to a cart full of rabble from Winterhaven. We are here to make sure that there will be no trouble in Baskin's Bay. If what your driver says is true, then it is the duty of the Fyrsdane Guard to investigate and bring such perpetrators to justice. And if indeed these are Githarian's as you claim, then that would bring Fyrsdane closer to war with that Wytch Emperor---Kannith! Now, what weapons do you all have? We must make sure Baskin's Bay is kept safe...you each will have to pay the King one silver piece for each dagger, knife, or small blade; and you must pay one gold for each sword or larger blade, plus any bows or crossbows will also cost you one gold to carry into the Bay. After payment is made to us, you will each get a letter of permittance. If you fail to pay each and every copper that we ask, your weapons will remain forfeit and you may either turn them over to us now, or turn around and head back to Winterhaven. Now what will it be?"
Army of GOD wrote:I joined this game because it's so similar to Call of Duty.
slowreactor wrote:I'll take 1 of the daggers just so I have more than 1 just in case, and, if no one else is handy with the other hand crossbow, I'll take that as well.
DM wrote:Firnam picks up a dagger from a Kobold and sticks it in his boot, he then picks up the hand crossbow and inspects it. He puts the extra crossbow and bolts into his pack and regroups with the party.
Army of GOD wrote:I joined this game because it's so similar to Call of Duty.



pancakemix wrote:Quirk, you are a bastard. That is all.
slowreactor wrote:If any of Firnam's weapons can he well-hidden (esp. daggers) then he will hide them to avoid paying the fee. Any weapons that can't be well-hidden, he will pay for.
DM wrote:Firnam pays for his crossbows, but he is able to hide his other smaller weapons. The King's Guard is completely oblivious to Firnam's schemes.
Army of GOD wrote:I joined this game because it's so similar to Call of Duty.
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