D&D: The City of Shaldra~Zin

[Yesman]

"Seeing how that would significantly increase my chances of survival on the long run, absolutely," answered the rogue. "Now that I think of it, after they killed everyone, the guards responsible for the slaughter seemed to have been heading towards the center of town. Do you think we should go check that out?"


Jaks did his best not to show it, but he was starting to feel the cold chill of fear crawling inder his skin. He was a rogue, a thief, not a warrior.


No, he commanded himself. Act now, you can fear after you're dead.

 

[Grimsvald]

Kelter nodded in agreement. They stood better chances together. Although their skills and moral compasses were not in alignment with each other, that meant they were covered for a wider array of situations. When Jaks suggested that these murderers were heading to the center of town Kelter looked down into the market. His eyes caught something shimmering in the moonlight. A variety of armored figures marched towards them. "I don't think we will need to seek these fowl soldiers out." He raised his weapon and shield together in front of him. "Ready yourself!" He called out to everyone. A mass of clerics stoically lined up behind the Paladin and Rogue. Kelter turned and looked Jaks in the eyes, "With these healers at our side our power rivals the gods...and these foes do not look like gods to me." The paladin smiled and awaited his enemy.


Five armored figures march towards the temple. Three of them carry shields and spears, One carries two swords and the last carries a great sword. Once they reach a 50ft distance the three in front hurl their spears. One of the spears pierces Kelter's left thy bringing him to the ground. Jaks takes this as a warning and is able to dodge the second incoming spear. The weapon sticks into the ground right in front of him. The third spear misses by a good distance and slides across the ground into the temple ruins.


Kelter pulls the spear from his leg and it immediately heals closed. He stands to his feet and readies his guard again.

 

[Redsirrah]

Jameak swung his mace down for one final blow, "Go in peace, and rest eternal."


Hit:[dice]17571[/dice]


Damage: [dice]17572[/dice]

 

[Yesman]

Jaks moved behind a pillar, sheathed the rapier (the dagger had been put away when shaking the paladin's hand)and equipped his bow. He reached for an arrow only to relize he didn't have any. "Jaks, you fool!" He muttered to himself.


He quickly put away his bow and drew two throwing daggers. The rogue ducked and dartes between pieces of rubble and pillars, trying to flank the oncoming assailants.


"Someone might want to do something about Kelter's leg," he called out.

 

[Grimsvald]

----The Dizzy Dwarves Tavern----

​

When Jameak swings his mace down it is unexpectedly deflected by a wild swing of the creatures arm. It rises to its unstead feet with an uppercut that skims across the paladin's armor doing no damage. The enemy follows up with a second punch, but its sluggish movements makes its attacks predictable. Jamaek instinctivly blocks it with his shield. It seems this being jas just enough energy to fight for its life.


The paladin hears the fighting down stairs settle and someone begins up the steps.

----The Temple of Pelor----

​

Jaks finds it easy to hide behind the massive debris. He soon finds his position behind the enemies perception. The armored foes assume Jaks has fled in fear so they focus their attack on Kelter.


Kelter Rowe lets out an uncertain swing of his make, which clinks off of an enemy shield. Quickly he turns to his shield for protection. Two spears thrust in only to be parried away. The third drives Kelter's shield down to the dirt. With some dexterity he dodges the greatsword which cuts clear into some of the stone ruins. The paladin smirks and boasts, "Fool hearty cowards attacking me five to one and you still can't hit shii..." his words end with a spit of blood.


The 5th foe stabs one of his two blades into Kelter's gut. He stumbled back and braced himself on some rocks. Blood leaked from the split in his chainmail. ~what kind of strength do these beasts posses~ he thought holding his wound. The priests behind Kelter did their work. With seconds the damage was undone, but Kelter remained emotional shaken.

 

[Redsirrah]

Jameak frowned and swung one more time. "I said, GO IN PEACE AND REST ETERNAL! You would be wise to listen to me!"


Hit


[dice]17598[/dice]


Damage


[dice]17599[/dice]

 

[Grimsvald]

Jameak's mace cracked against the creatures armored exterier inaffectively. There was a hollow gong that reverberated through its form. It was not enough to kill or even slow the beast.


It persists with two more punches. These attacks land. Two left hooks bypass the paladins guard and crash against his body. The first attack deals moderate damage (3) while the second attack carries slightly more force (4). It fights fearsomly for its life.

 

[Redsirrah]

Jameak is staggered by the punches, uttering curses. He holds his hand to his chest and utters a short prayer, bringing him back up to his feet.


Cast Cure Light wounds:


[dice]17606[/dice]

 

[Grimsvald]

The armor swung twice more. Confused by the magic it was hitnessing its first attack veered off course. The second attack came with more conviction. A steel gauntlet mashes Jamaek's face. (5 damage).


Just as this was becoming a worrisome bout the armor fell to the floor in pieces. A dwarven throwing axe was lodged in its back and down the hall stands the inms bartender Adrik.


"Not in my tavern ya' don't..." he curses the trouble makers. "Hey there, you doin' alright? Let's get down stairs with ya."

 

[Redsirrah]

Bloodied, Jameak nodded. "I dont know what the hell these things are but they are angry. Not necessarily evil, but certainly angry. Is anyone hurt?"

 

[Yesman]

Jaks pops out of cover yelling, "Surprise motherf*ckers!" And threw a dagger at the enemy with the great sword.

[dice]17658[/dice]


[dice]17659[/dice]

 

[Grimsvald]

----The Dizzy Dwarves Tavern----

​

"Many are hurt, more are dead. The fighting isnt over yet. What ever they are they came in great numbers. Get down stairs while I check the other rooms." Adrik said retrieving his axe and marching on. He proceeded to check each room for survivers.


If Jameak went down stairs he would find the tavern a broken mess. Tables broken in half, chairs shattered, pieces of armor laying everywhere with teal smoke rising from inside them. Out front of the tavern he could see two dwarves standing proud in a haze of this magic smoke. Enough armor was stacked in front of them to ourfit a small outpost.


The dwarf to the right of the door is Finruk Entfeller. Over his broad shoulders two cloaks are hung, one of scalemail and another of blackbears fur. What makes him unmistakable even from a distance is his weapon. It is a pole arm made from the broken sword of a hillgiant. Its broken blade looks like a voulge reinforced with bands of dwarven steel. As enemies attempt to come into range he swipes them aside.


To the left of the door is a wrathful demon of a dwarf known as Rockheaver. Born into war, raised in battle, forged by destruction. He doesnt wear armor so much as it holds his body together. Back in the wars of their homeland he dove on a bomb to save Adrik's life. His body was left mangled, but dwarven engenuity helped them put him back together. He guards the door weilding a tower shield on each arm. There is no better tank.


Something in the bar still lives...a table pushes over and glass falls to the floor shattering. A figure sluggishly raises to its feet with a groan. You think it could be foe until it turns to face you. The beaten body of Bethany barmaid. "Help...me....." she groans again and falls towards Jameak.

----The Temple ----

​

As the knife sails through the air, the swordsman turns profile. At this moment Jaks realizes it may have been a bad idea to yell surprise. The throwing knife glances off the swordsman's chestplate and struck Kelter in the arm.


"You've got to be kidding me!" The paladin yells trying to keep his shield up. The three spears thrust in at him again. The first soundly smashes into his shield. Pain surges through his knife wound and his shield drops. The second spear stabs into his ribs and drives his back against the stones again. When the third spear came in he managed to pull up his shield and parry it away.


Kelter made an effort to pull the spear from his ribs. Meanwhile the duel wielding enemy delivered two short swords to the paladin's neck. Blood sprayed everywhere and the paladin fell to his knees. Golden dust pulls from the air to fill his wounds and try to keep him alive. Sweat forms on the cleric's brows


The only one to divert attention from the struggling paladin was the great swordsman. With glorious strength he unwedges his large weapon from the stone. It falls to the ground with a metallic thud then drags. With a sudden burst of speed the great swordsman lunges forward with a front kick. Jaks manages to dodge this, but that makes his second attack unavoidable. All the forward momentum of the armored creature is transferred into the great sword as it swings around to cleave. The massive horizontal attack manages to cut across the rogues stomach. (7 damage)


The great clerics do what they can to keep up with the onslaught. Although clothes remain torn, the two heroes feel their health return to them. Wounds begin to seal and blood fills them. (10 healed to Kelter and 6 healed to Jaks)

 

[Redsirrah]

Jameak quickly runs up the barmaid and pulls out hit tome, opens the book to page 87 and begins to chant, laying his hands on the injured woman (Spare the Dying). He then flips the book to page 94 and resumes chanting, this time a prayer of healing (Cure light wounds)


[dice]17635[/dice]

 

[Grimsvald]

Bethany flutters her eyes open and starts breathing normally. "Lord, what happened to me" she searches her body for damage and finds it in much better shape than it should be. "Thank you healer...you saved my life. You can bet on free drinks for life here as long as Im working." She looked around the bar with a frown, brushing rubble from her clothes. "If we can get back in buisness after this hell of course..."


Adrik made his way down the stairs with an injured man leaning on him. "Ofcourse we will reopen, this is MY establishment after all!" He scuffed. Then he realised who was talking. "Bethany?" He rushed towards her dropping the man who relyed on his physical support. "But how?" He hugged her and let her large chest rest on top of his dwarven head. "Thank the gods!....well..I mean. Thank you." He reached out to shake Jameaks hand.

 

[Redsirrah]

Jameak half-smiled and took the dwarf's hand. "You were right the first time. Can you tell me exactly what happened? I woke up and everything had gone to hell." Jameak quickly castes his eyes around the tavern to observe the scene.


Perception:


[dice]17647[/dice]

 

[Grimsvald]

Adrik attempted to explain the even from his point of view, “As everyone slumbered their armors came to life and slaughtered them. Some managed to crawl away…some managed to run, but most were dead before they woke up. I doubt our guard was any exception. The armor of the day guard would have claimed the lives of their wearers in the barracks. Then they would begin battling the night watch. I hope I am wrong, but if I am not…May their souls find peace.”


“If this is true, we are greatly outnumbered. Waves of these living armors have been crashing against the tavern for an hour now. I see no signs of relief. Those who were wearing their armor seemed to maintain control over it. It was only empty steel that rose to life. So there are others like us out there. The people of Shaldra~Zin fight to keep their lives and land! We should venture out and fight for their lives as well. “ The dwarf brandished his best axes and started towards the door. “Stay in the cellar Beth. If I don’t make it someone will need to run the Tavern. “ Adrik joins the fray.

 

[Redsirrah]

Jameak stopped the dwarf before allowing him into the fray. "I'm going to run to the Temple of Pelor, I think theres something there that is causing all of this. I'd like you guys to come with me. Take these."Jameak shoved 3 potions of healing into Adriks hand. "If you or anyone else is severely hurt, heal them with these." Jameak released the dwarf and left the Inn to begin running toward the temple.

 

[Yesman]

"Um, whoops?" muttered Jaks as his dagger reflected into the palidin.


He saw the great sword too late and felt the blade dig through his skin. His hand reached down, expecting to feel blood. To his surprise he felt skin instead. He looked up at the clerics and gave them a thumbs up.


Jaks drew his rapier and took a stab at the great swordsman


[dice]17688[/dice]


Whoops rolled a 20d instead of a 6d


[dice]17690[/dice]

 

[Grimsvald]

----The Traveling Market----

​

As Jameak heads into the market he can see several of these animated armors wandering around in the darkness. He could see 2 constantly searching for something. They look behind crates and break into buildings, leaving no stone unturned before moving on. 3 others slowly and calmly walk north towards the distant temple. These enemies look just as tough, if not tougher than what was found in the tavern. Taking them on as a whole does not look like an option.

----The Temple----

​

Jaks rapier pierces straight through the greatswordsman's midsection. Its thin blade slides right between two broken links of chainmail. The peculiar thing is how little resistance he felt. It was like thrusting his blade into the air, no flesh or bone or even clothes beyond the chainmail. The attack seemed to have no effect on the creature.


Kelter rose to his feet slowly, groaning and holding his healed wounds. The holy warrior had just slipped from deaths salivating maw once again. The paladin's mace cracked against the helmet of the duel wielding foe and dented it. (6 damage) Kelter then readied his guard again. Three spears thrust in at him again. Their attacks were getting predictable. The paladin is able to turn away each of their weapons with ease. Even the duel wielder's retaliating blows fell upon the steel of this paladin's shield.


The greatswordsman turned his body quickly to one side as the rapier left him. This caused Jaks's arm to move awkwardly and create and opening in his defenses. The greatsword comes slicing downward right into this opening. (4 damage) The rogue is agile enough to attempt an evasion. Though it is unsuccessful that attempted dodge minimizes the damage of this lethal sword swing.


As soon as the wound is made Jaks begins to feel it healing. One of the clerics drops to a knee exhausted. He does not have enough energy to continue this trying battle. Another cleric attended him with water.

 

[Yesman]

'So stabbing these monsters didn't work but bashing there heads in did? Huh.' thought the rogue as the great sword took another slice out of him. He felt his wounds heal but saw that one of the clerics had fallen. He waved at them.


"Forget about me! Keep Kelter alive! He's the one fighting four right now!"


As he shouted, Jaks waved his rapier at the great swordsman to keep its attention. He backed away from the paladin, trying to lead the swordsman with him.

 

[Grimsvald]

The rogues taunting worked well. The swordsman was already focusing intently on him, but now a spearman turned his weapon as well.


Kelter slammed his mace against the chest of the deul weilder and dropped him to his back. The creature writhed in pain. The paladin stood over him ready to swing again until a spear head grazed his side. It was just a scratch.


One more spear thrust in at Kelter but he blocked it so hardily he left it shaking in the enemys hands. The third spearman stepped towards Jaks. Because it turned its back on the paladin to walk away it opened itself to punishment. Kelters mace cracked against his backside. Unfortunatly it did no damage.


The third spearman attacked Jaks, but the rogue proves too spry. Without effort Jaks dodges the spear. With a hand full of luck and a hand full of skill this movement also dodged the blade of the greatswordman. Both enemys stand before the rogue with there weapons crossed at disadvantage.

 

[Yesman]

Jaks whistled as the spear and sword passed him. He followed the dodge by attempting a slash at the swordsman's arm. If possible, the rogue backs up immediately after the slash.


[dice]17878[/dice]


[dice]17879[/dice]

 

[Grimsvald]

----The Market----

​

A howling sound quickly arrives on the night air. It is like the sound of a crying wolf but at the speed of a messangers horse. Then suddenly it ends with a near by *Crunch thunk* One of the armored figures searching the market looks down to find a dwarven axe cut into a near by create. As he bent over to unlodge it from the splintered wood a second ax howled through the night and cut off his arm.


Jamaek's help had arrived.

----The Temple----

​

Kelter swing his mace wide in front of him hitting no one, but causing them to raise their guard. Then he stepped between two rocks raising his shield. This should make his enemys attacks narrowed and predictable, easier to guard.


The two spearman predictably reacted. Slamming their spears against Kelters ready shield. The armor with two swords had more sence. The duelweilding foe sneaks around the large stones hoping to flank the paladin while the spearman do hopeless work.


The third spearman and the greatswordsman struggle to seperate their weapons. Finally the greatswordsman would push the spearman and break the spear in frustration. The spearman is forced to drop his broken weapon and unsheathe his sword.


Jaks attack towards the enemys arm was a clear miss. The greatswordsman turns to strike Jaks, but he was slow to act. His sword is heavy and he had wasted too much time seperating from the spearman. By now the rogue had readied another attack.

 

[Redsirrah]

Jameak grinned and moved toward the injured suit of armor, drawing and throwing a javelin at it. "Its nice to have a seasoned warrior at your side when fighting various monstrosities." said Jameak.


Hit: [dice]17994[/dice]


Damage: [dice]17995[/dice]

 

[Yesman]

Jaks looked towards the paladin. Kelter was doing fine with three so Jaks didn't want to burden him with another two. He too another swipe at the swordsman's arm and moved further back, trying to draw the two monsters away from the paladin.


[dice]17996[/dice]


[dice]17997[/dice]