Tyranny of Dragons

[Zotar]

There was a sense of momentum to Xinnia's strikes. She turned aside spears and stones, endured the bite of a blade, and screamed at the next enemy to draw her ire.
She swung up at the mercenary with a savage slice with her sword and then attempted to slam her foot into the poor man's gut. "I'M SOO DONE WITH YOU!"

[Sword hits for 6? Kick Misses]

 

[Syvvaris]

Int:
Xinnia 21
Nikolay 20
Mor'Du
Drakes 18
Kobolds 17
Thovan 12
Andarra
Merc 2

Ambush Drake 16/22
Merc C 6/10
Merc A 6/10

Xinnia 15 Life
Andarra - 17 Life
Mor'Du - 16 Life
Thovan - 19 Life

Nikolay will dance with his swords, hacking both kobold and mercenary skulls apart. Both of their lives were extinquished.

Sherwood

 

[Sherwood]

Mor'du winds up another swing on the drake, hoping to end its life.

 

[Syvvaris]

With your mighty swing, you end the life of the ambush drake, but the kobold riding it is still on it.

Kobolds 1 and 2 will attack Xinnia, one barely nicking her, take 1 damage.

Kobolds 3 and 4 will attack Mor'du, with one piercing a bit of your armor take 3 damage.

Thovan's long sword crashes into Kobold 4 and almost cleaves it in 2.

Xinnia 14 Life
Andarra - 17 Life
Mor'Du - 13 Life
Thovan - 19 Life

Zotar
Sherwood
Psychie Your turn

 

[Psychie]

With her bow still unstrung, Andarra will once more turn to the divine power of her Sacred Flame, and tries to target kobold #3.

Dex save of 14. Rolling damage in case he fails his roll.

 

[Syvvaris]

Kobold #3 takes the damage, at 2 hp left.

Bandit attacks Xinnia, misses and Zotar your turn.

 

[Zotar]

Xinnia just kept swinging. Steel for the man. Her knuckles for the lizard.

[5 more for the merc, 7 for the kobold against the church]

 

[Syvvaris]

Nikolay runs up to the last two kobolds and swings at both.

They're both dead.... at work and will finish this after.

I believe everyone is dead.

 

[Psychie]

Andarra pauses as she looks around to restring her bow, searching for signs of any other combatants that are looking for a bit of hurt to be dished out onto them. "How bad is everyone doing? I have my potion, and I have the ability to heal a little bit from my divine gifts. Who is in the greatest need?"

Perception roll for a total of 21.

 

[Sherwood]

Mor'du takes a few deep breaths and slowly lowers his sword. Looking over at Andarra, he says, "I am hurt, but my needs come second to others. I have my own potion, also, that can be used for someone that is hurt badly." He spares enough time to share a tired grin with the group still standing. "That was quite a fight. I can't believe that the bandits have much left to them anymore."

 

[Zotar]

Xinnia turned this way and that, about to swing at another kobold or bandit. But there were only allies standing nearby. With a sigh of relief Xinnia saluted the others.
She examined her wounds and saw that they weren't serious, but still trembled from the battle.

Xinnia answered Andarra's question ruefully. "I am in the greatest need of a slap. If I ever run into the fray like that again, just shoot me."

 

[Sherwood]

Mor'du lets out a bit of a chuckle. "You have rushed forward into the fight like a true warrior would, trying to stop these miscreants from performing their evil. Give me a bit of time, and I can make a paladin of you, if your faith is true. Even so, next time, lets not get spit apart."

 

[Zotar]

At any other time, Xinnia would have viciously scoffed at the idea of being some god's champion, as she was not presently on speaking terms with any otherworldly being nor likely to ever call on one. But Xinnia was feeling blessed indeed to still be among the living. "Thank you. I'll let my scars be my lesson. Let's do what we came here to do."

 

[Syvvaris]

"Garret would be disappointed in you, Xinnia." Nikolay said with a smile, "But I approve, running head long into combat is glorious and fullfilling." He wiped his blades off on a bandit.

"Indeed, you might make a great source of muse if you keep doing stunts like that." The blue dragon born commented and started to search the bodies for anything, "But you may want to save your miracles and potions for later." He looked up at the smoke covered moon. "It's not even the witching hour, yet."

"We should check the church, Mor'du you're a champion of a God. Will you do the honors?"

 

[Zotar]

Xinnia blushed, but appreciated the teasing. The teasing was a good sign.

She cleaned off her sword one of the bandits, the one which was dressed differently. As she did so, she inspected him for clues about what he was. She sheathed her sword and picked up the fallen man's scimitar, looking for any special marks. My people favor scimitars, Xinnia recalled. She gave the curved blade a few swings to get a feel for it, then she set it aside. She checked the man's pockets and uniform for marks of rank or occupation or letters. "I know we're dealing with a cult of some kind." She explained. "I'd like to what kind of cult." She wrapped up quickly, so as to follow Mor'du.

 

[Sherwood]

Mor'du quickly cleans his blade off and sheaths it, then heads to the door.

 

[Syvvaris]

Sherwood You make it to the door without any trouble.

Zotar I'll give you want you want after you answer my PM.

Psychie What is your character doing?

 

[Sherwood]

The paladin tries to open the door, even though he fully expects to find it locked shut. If it does not open, he will then try pounding on the door with his mailed fist. "The bandits out here are dead, and my companions and I have been sent here by the governor to escort you back to the keep! Open up!"

 

[Psychie]

Advancing a bit closer to Mor'du, Andarra will keep her eyes open for any potential threats as she keeps her bow handy.

 

[Syvvaris]

"How do we know you're not lying to us, dragonborn!" a voice came through the walls, as the dragon soars overhead.

Zotar You find a poach filled with 5 gold and a bunch of silverware, and other small everyday metal objects. Otherwise this person's leather armor is black and well kept. The biggest difference is the cowl and cloak; other bandits have just their leather armor and clothes on.

"A cult? Don't you know kobolds worship dragons?" Thovan spoke.

 

[Sherwood]

Mor'du lets out a relieved sigh. There were people inside, and they were safe. Now, it is up to him to try and convince them to come out. "How do you know that I'm not lying? To be completely honest, you don't. But, if it were not for me and my comrades, your safe haven of this church would be your funeral pyre. We stopped the bandits from torching the place with you still in it. Please, give us the chance to show you that we are not your enemy, but are here to help you and get you out of danger."

 

[Zotar]

"I don't get out much." Xinnia admitted. "There was only so much I could learn from books on religions." She pocketed the pouch. She'd return the baubles to the villagers. "I've got a pretty good hunch." Xinnia looked up. "Oh great. The locals better let us get on with this soon or we'll all be meeting a kobold's god with martyrs' blood on our hands."

 

[Psychie]

Andarra steps up to join Mor'du at the door. In her soft voice, she says, "Good people, we are not your enemy. There are still threats to you out here, and we need to get you back to the keep where you can be safe. Please come out before it is too late! We are here to help you. I give you my word as a devotee of the great god Corellon."

 

[Syvvaris]

Sherwood Psychie Persuasion check.

 

[Sherwood]

Coming up.

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