Chapter 4: The Golr'aar

[Throndir]

Gave Arian a new picture! DNDREMIX, come change it when (and if) you read this.

The dark elf nodded at Ardeth's words. Five versus six were indeed good odds. Though what worried the dark elf the most was the prowess that the cultists had. It was almost as if they were trained, that, or their religious zealousness made them fight unnervingly efficient. He felt there was something going on that had yet to be uncovered. The dagger he had found earlier that resembled the Black Arm weaponry was strange. Not to mention the same type of daggers they had found on the cultists in the town. Yet, for all of that, he knew they weren't members of the Black Arms; they did not have the tell-tale tattoo of the human skull, biting a dagger, with an arrow through it.

"Something does not quite bode well for me." Arian said. But he knew the group would be able to handle themselves well in any fight. He, at the least, expected the centaur to hold his ground, taking solid hit after hit, and he very well expected the blood mage to run forth screaming something along the lines of "Blood spike!"

The dark elf flipped one of his throwing knives high into the air. He knew there would be more creatures and cultists deeper within the tunnels, but he was ready. The Hunter of Man was more than ready. He grinned, almost evilly, as he deftly caught his weapon again, in perfect balance and perfect rhythm he prepared for when one of his companions would launch the first attack on the unsuspecting fools.

And fools they were. After all, the Hunter of Man was their foe.

Move Arian 2 tiles East, and 4 tiles South. Hiding behind the boulder.

[Throndir]

[Hasabushi]

Tebastion was not happy at all with the surroundings, everything seemed tight and obstructing his every move. At the moment, he felt almost convalescent, not just because of his wounds (even though they were deep and painful) but the darkness and dampness of caves was never much of his forte', he preferred the openness of forests and plains. It appeared that the centaur in this case would simply have to bite his lip as it were...

The Paladin brought himself to full height, remembering that it was those that he cared about that lay in danger somewhere in this labyrinth of tunnels and deep blackness, but first he needed to be restored in some way, the wounds were bothering him more every second. He tapped the Druid on the shoulder, watching as he released his animal companion. Tebastion said nothing but simply raised his hands to his lips as if drinking a potion. He hoped that Uthaal would understand...

[Throndir]

Seeing the centaur's gesture. Realizing that the druid himself was probably near exhausted his amount of spells from the earlier fights that day, Ardeth grabbed a potion from her Silver Arms belt bag and tossed it to the centaur. She glanced at Haru and threw him a potion as well.

Potion of Cure Light Wounds to Tebastion and Haru

Statistics fully updated.
Inventory fully updated.

[Linwelin]

It'd been so long since the fighting I'd forgotten about the damage dealt. My bad haha

Uthaal looks back to Ardeth, seeing her arrow knocked, then readies his sling. He nods at Ardeth to begin the assault. It's time. Uthaal thinks to himself, grasping his arm as sort of a thinking habit while waiting.

[Throndir]

Ardeth looked over to Viran, Tebastion, and Haru, seeing if they themselves were ready.

I'll move the story along tomorrow morning or this evening if no one else posts by the end of today.

[Manzokushi]

Haru knew nothing could be said under these circumstances. The enemy would not speak and we as Silver Arms companions would never yield. It was a heavy hearted decision but he was prepared to do what was necessary in order to save his friends. He calmed his nerves allowing the lighting to move through his body but not to peak its head quite yet, it was like a coiled snake waiting to strike.

After listening to each of his brothers and sister in arms, he nodded in agreement, that he was indeed ready. It was a gracious gesture from Ardeth, passing him a healing potion that he needed. The wounds he had sustained were held together loosely at best. He uncorked the bottle, slowly sipping the thick amber liquid allowing the healing tendrils to creep throughout his body, coalescing on the center of his hurts. The monk whispered softly, ?Thank you Ardeth, that will help to sustain me through this battle we will find ourselves in shortly.?

Potion of Cure Light Wounds [1d8+1] 7 = 7 + 1 = 8

Haru slipped the bottle into one of his belt pouches and moved into a better position to surprise the enemy.

Hide in Shadows [1d20+8] 19 = 19 + 8 = 27

Move silently [1d20+8] 9 = 9 + 8 = 17

Haru moves 2 squares south and 2 squares west

[Throndir]

Ardeth nodded, the hints of a slight smile on her face, though she kept silent as she trained her bow towards one of the cultists.

Spells/Abilities/Potions used since the day:
Uthaal
Entangle (Level 1 spell)
Produce Flame (level 1 spell)
Produce Flame (level 1 spell)
Potion of Cure Light Wounds
Viran
Blood Spike (level 1 spell)
Tebastion
Smite Evil
Haru
Potion of Cure Light Wounds

Party HP
Tebastion: 19/33
Ardeth: 18/18
Uthaal: 11/17
Arian: 18/18
Haru: 15/15
Viran: 16/19

[Lance]

Daredevil: [blockquote]Rolled 1d20+2 : 13 + 2, total 15[/blockquote]

[Lance]

Looking at the sudden challenge arrayed before him, Viran had half a mind to charge out, wreaking havoc in his wake. However, he decided to wait it out for once. He would always have the opportunity to charge ahead available to him.

For now, he took his time to study his surroundings.

Search: [blockquote]Rolled 1d20+3 : 12 + 3, total 15[/blockquote]
Spot: [blockquote]Rolled 1d20+2 : 7 + 2, total 9[/blockquote]
Listen: [blockquote]Rolled 1d20+2 : 16 + 2, total 18[/blockquote]

[Throndir]

Viran
The illumination in the area is still bright. The entrance giving the whole of the area the light from the outside. There was still thick foliage in the beginnings of the tunnel. Many of the Darkroot plantlife are adapted to living in dank and cool conditions. There were also many large roots that you see dangling from the ceilings, as well as heavier and sturdier rock formations as you peer deeper into the caverns. You see the two cloaked men, a distance away, far enough so that they aren't able to notice you. As you listen to the surrounding area, you notice some shuffling, and realize that there is another being to your right. Hidden within the tunnel walls. Likely it was that figure that the walking Broccoli had mentioned once before.

Anyone's allowed to start the combat by the way. Just go ahead and let fly a projectile or charge forth. I'm holding off posting since Hasabushi wanted to.

[Hasabushi]

Tebastion closed his eyes as his darkvision, began to take over, it was a feeling that he never liked having. Yes it was natural for one of his birth, but it never felt so.

He quaffed the potion that had been handed to him, he nodded in the direction of Ardeth, but said nothing. He felt the elixir as it surged through his body its magical nature speading up his healing process, soon the wounds on his chest felt less painful, but he was nowhere fully healed this would have to do.

Quaffing Potion of Cure Light wounds 1D8+1 (Healing Wisdom)
This dice roll has been tampered with!
Rolled 1d8+1 : 5 + 1, total 6

Tebastion drew his bow once again, following in suit with Ardeth he knocked an arrow into place,  and waited...

[Throndir]

Ardeth watched calmly and in silence as the others around her prepared for the combat. Most of them pulling out their own ranged weapons to get the first strike. Pulling back on the bow, Ardeth nodded to the rest of her companions. Not a moment later she let go of the arrow, aiming towards one of the cloaked men. Speeding the projectile onwards and hoping that it finds its mark.

Attack and aim at Cultist 2

[blockquote]Longbow attack 1d20+3 : 17 + 3, total 20[/blockquote]
[blockquote]if hit 1d8 : 5, total 5[/blockquote]

[Throndir]

As Arian watched the arrow fly, he quickly followed suit as he aimed towards the same cultist. He didn't immedaitely throw his weapon however; Arian knew he needed a perfect hit. The dark elf appeared out of his covering and only when he felt that he was near enough did Arian unleash his weapon, throwing one of his own knives at the target.

Move 1 sqaure West, 2 squares South, then 1 square East (15 ft). Then attack with throwing knife at Cultist 2

[blockquote]Thrown knife attack, -2 range penalty 1d20+4 : 16 + 4, total 20[/blockquote]
[blockquote]if hit 1d4+2 : 3 + 2, total 5[/blockquote]

[Throndir]

Ardeth, Viran
The projectiles hit the cultist.

Round 1 in progress - Still to move: Uthaal, Din, Tebastion, Viran, Haru, Cloaked Man 1-3, Orc Warrior 1-2

Damage Dealt
Cloaked Man 1:
Cloaked Man 2: 10
Cloaked Man 3:
Orc Warrior 1:
Orc Warrior 2:

Spells/Abilities/Potions used since the day:
Uthaal
Entangle (Level 1 spell)
Produce Flame (level 1 spell)
Produce Flame (level 1 spell)
Potion of Cure Light Wounds
Viran
Blood Spike (level 1 spell)
Tebastion
Smite Evil
Potion of Cure Light Wounds
Haru
Potion of Cure Light Wounds

Party HP
Tebastion: 25/33
Ardeth: 18/18
Uthaal: 11/17
Arian: 18/18
Haru: 15/15
Viran: 16/19