D&D: The City of Shaldra~Zin

[Grimsvald]

----The Market----

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Jamaek's attack was divinely guided. The javelin hurled through the night unseen. Perfectly aimed and unexpected. The weapon pieced through the creature's chest and out its back. There couldn't have been more force behind the blow. Green smoke poured from the helmet's eye wholes. The armor fell to pieces on the ground with an unearthly groan.


Adrik ran onto the scene beside Jamaek. With a bit of strength he managed to unwedge his weapon from the wood. " The man who saved our dear Bethany's life. I couldn't let you march against these fiends alone."





The death of the first drew the attention of the others 2 more armored figures slowly closed in on the holy warrior and the barkeep. They would stop about 40ft from Adrik and Jamaek to raise their guard and search around themselves.

----The Temple----

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Jaks' weapon would miss its mark. The blade would screech across the steel pauldron of the greatswordsman doing no visible damage. When Jaks' stepped away the swordsman would manage a half hazard retaliation. The large sword would uppercut about a foot to the rogues right. The attack wouldn't even be close enough to shake the rogues nerves. If anything Jaks would feel as if he had wittingly dodge the assault and gain confidence.


Kelter Swung his mace over the shield. Trying to hold the enemy off more than kill them. He was too afraid to compromise his guard. He did not realize he was completely vulnerable to his most deadly foe. The duel-wielding swordsman sneak attacked him from behind the rocks. Everything went quiet for Kelter. All he heard was the swords scraping across his ribs and their hilts clinking against his chainmail. He saw the spray of his own blood cover the inside of his shield and looked down to see both blades sticking out of his chest. The world went dark...


Kelter's shield dropped to the ground. One of the spearman still managed to miss. recklessly stabbing his weapon into the stones. The other spearman sheathed his weapon into the paladin's corpse. The armored figures stepped away from Kelter's bloody heap. Then they looked towards the clerics. They understood that they would need to kill these healers if they hoped to keep the paladin down.


The third spearman made his attack towards Jaks. It was close, but missed. The rogue was dodging attacks like a bare knuckle boxer, but that wouldn't last. He would feel a cold confusion wash over him. His spine hurt and his side felt wet. The greatswordsman had cleaved half way through his body. The sword jammed itself between two of his vertebra (14 damage) The rogue would feel his body slouching down on the greatsword.


Gold dust gathered at the rogue's wound and it began to seal. Jaks regained consciousness just as he began to lose it. He could tell he was clinging to life, but not yet gone. His mind was aware enough to notice that the wound was healing around the greatsword and he would need to pull himself away.

 

[Redsirrah]

Jameak opened his book to an nearly page and targeted the suit of armor on his left. He uttered a prayer and a shimmer of flame appeared in his hand (Sacred flame), which he cast towards the enemy. "I appreciate your help friend. Lets get to the temple and see what happened to the clerics of Pelor. They may be able to save far more tonight than I ever could."


Hit: [dice]18032[/dice]


Damage: [dice]18034[/dice]

 

[Grimsvald]

The armored figure twitched and shrieked as flames enveloped him. It lurched forward crutching its weight on its weapon. The blade caught between stones in the road and the haft of the spear bent under his weight. As the flames fizzled out they revealed his metal to be red with heat and black with char. Before the creature's metal could cool it rushed towards Jameak attempting to bear hug him. Its foot slipped cross wet road and it feel into a puddle. The armor sizzled and went cold again.


The second creature rushed forward and thrust its spear towards Jameak, trying to cover its grounded comrade so he wouldn't be killed where he lay. The spear was able to hit Jameak's armor, but the armor did its job well. The spear clinked and stopped. No damage was done.


Adrik growled and unleashed a flurry with his axes. The first blow severed the arm which held a spear to Jameak's chest. The second blow hacked into the enemies chest plate, just below the helmet. The third and final attack drove that break in the armor down to the creature's belt. The creature dropped its weapon and fell to its knees, but it did not die. It clung to life barely.

 

[Redsirrah]

Jameak raised his mace and uttered a short prayer of thanks, then brought the mace down onto the injured creature.


Hit: [dice]18061[/dice]


Damage: [dice]18062[/dice]

 

[Grimsvald]

----The Market----

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The creature crawled forward and reached up towards Jamaek with shaking hands. If there were eyes within it's helmet they would cry for mercy. Jamaek's mace comes crashing down with excess force. When the weapon drops the foe it turns into nothing but a broken pile of armor. Green blue smoke pours out of it and fades out in the air.


The remaining enemy cried out for his friend and stumbled back to his feet. It was odd to hear, but it sounded like the creature was weeping. In sounded like a young man in the depths of an empty cave. So distant even though he is standing so close.


"The problem with you villains is that you always assume you're a hero. Your martyrs are terrorists and you are blind followers. Vicious farmers reaping our woe like corn. This land is OURS!" He charges towards Adrik thrusting his spear full force.


The spear was expertly dodged by the veteran dwarf. One axe cut the enemy's leg out from under him. As he fell to a knee the other as swung into the side of their chestplate. Adrik kicked the enemy back into the puddle it came from and spit on it.


"We are the terrorist? HA! Thats rich coming from armor thieving, civilian slaying, invaders!"

 

[Redsirrah]

Jameak stepped over. "I would be far more inclined to believe you and maybe even help you if you didn't immediately start murdering innocent people instead of talking." He stared down at the broken suit of armor. "Now before I blindly send you to the next world it would be helpful if you explained to me what the hell is going on here. Why do you kill the innocent people of this town? I sense no evil will from you, and yet your actions speak nothing but. Explain yourself sir."


Diplomacy: [dice]18181[/dice] Total of 17

 

[Grimsvald]

"Innocent!? This was our homeland until your people took it from us! With a single magic spell you killed us all....for so many years we were lost...we wandered through the darkness... but now we have found home again and we will take it back!"


The armored figure pushes Jamaek back. He stands up and readies his spear. Its weaker leg cracks and buckles under him. He nearly falls.


Adrik chimes in, " Just kill it. There is no truth here. Just the bias point of view of a soldier in battle. I've seen it many times before.."

 

[Yesman]

Jaks gasped for breath as he did his best to pull himself off the sword. He fell to the ground but quickly got to his feet, thankful that the clerics had ignored his demand that they focus on the paladin. He moved out of range of the swordsman and behind a large piece of rubble to hide from anymore incoming spears. Sheathing his rapier, pulled out a throwing knife and readied himself.

 

[Redsirrah]

Jameak nodded. "I'm sorry for what I have to do. I will do my best to right any wrongs that have happened to your people." Jameak swung one last time with his mace


Hit:[dice]18183[/dice]


Damage: [dice]18184[/dice]

 

[Grimsvald]

----The Temple----

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When Jaks pulls the greatsword from his body it quickly drops its tip to the ground with a * clack. * When the rogue fled his enemy took another swipe of his sword. The tip of the greatsword grazes Jaks’ backside, cutting his clothes but not his flesh. The greatswordsman trudged in the direction of Jaks’ hiding place dragging his weapon behind him. The spearman closely followed. Neither did so in a hurry.


Most of the healers ran from their post as the duelwielder approached them. The one on his knee, low on energy did not flee. He took a deep breath and accepted death before it came. Both swords thrust into his chest and he smiled as he felt his life slipping away. “My life had purpose till its final breaa…breath..” He grabbed the enemy’s arms and held the weapons in. He exhaled and slouched. The wounds healed around the swords in his chest and the armored foe could not pull them free.


Two healers ran towards Kelter hoping to bring him back to life. One of the healers hides among the rubble trying to make its way towards Jaks. For a moment neither of them felt the golden dust of healers magic. Kelter and Jaks bleed their way closer to death.

----The Market----

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Just before Jamaek’s mace rained down upon the foe he could see the armored figure give up. Its weapon lowered, shoulders fell and his head looked down to his feet. When the mace hit, it reduced him to a smoking heap of empty steel like all the armored figures before him. Now nothing stood between Jamaek and his goal of reaching the temple.


“We are only a block away from the temple. Let’s make haste.” Adrik advised.

 

[Yesman]

Jaks peeked over the rubble and saw the two monsters advancing. One of the clerics had met his end and another two were trying to get the paladin back up. The rogue slid down the rock he was hiding behind and drew his dagger, swapping the throwing dagger to his off-hand. He waited for the two monsters to get closer.

 

[Grimsvald]

The monsters are slow, cumbersome and noisy. Jaks has done this tactic with defter foes in the past. There was a clear image in his mind as to where each enemy stood and how quickly they approached him. His only trouble was the wound still bleeding on his side. Half healed and painful it may hinder his abilities. The spearman has taken the lead of their two man pack. He marches with his spear ready to thrust in at any rogue who manages to jump around the rocks. Behind him walks the greatswordsman. He plans on letting the spearman bring Jaks out from hiding by take the obvious damage. Then he can cut down the exposed rogue before he has time to lurch back into the shadows.


Jaks is hiding from the enemies well, but also hiding from the searching hands of the temple healer. If he makes himself known the healer will rush to send him life force. The duelweilder stands at the temple steps trashing and pounding a smiling cleric corpse. He cannot seem to free his weapons from the stiffening body. The other two healers manage to find Kelter Rowe's body. They both make attempts to resurrect him, just in case the other fails. It seems to work and bring him to the edge of consciousness, but the clerics are running low on spell power.

 

[Redsirrah]

Jameak ran to the temple as fast as he could in armor. He rushed up the steps to see another two armored figures. Jameak tried once more to reason with the enemy. "Strangers, we are not your enemy. Stop cutting down the innocent and we can help reach a peaceful conclusion." Jameak look at Adrik and nodded. "Otherwise you will be sent to the next world by our hands."


Persuasion attempt


[dice]18527[/dice]

 

[Grimsvald]

"We did not have time to beg for mercy when your people struck....I do not recall talk of peace then. We did not come here to share this land. We came here to take it back. To get vengeance by killing those who killed usss....." the gravelly broken voice of the greatswordsman croked at Jameak unwilling to make any attempts for compromise.


The greatswordsman rushed towards Jameak. The large sword draging behind him swung upward from his side trying to cut the holy man in 2. Him aim was flawless and the blade scratched up Jameaks chest armor, but that armor proved useful. The attack caused minimal damage (3 damage).


"If you plan to send me from yet another world do it now! I tire of this one and its wicked ways."

 

[Redsirrah]

Jameak swung his mace at the creature in response. "Have you considered including more detail in these rants? Perhaps how you came back or what exactly happened or who attacked you? No, you have to resort to killing people"


Hit:[dice]18619[/dice]


Damage: [dice]18621[/dice]

 

[Grimsvald]

Jamaek's attack makes solid contact. The weapon slams down on the Greatswordsman's scratched pauldron driving his shoulder down and setting him off balance. It is easy to see that these foes are quickly angered.

 

[Yesman]

As Jameak distracted the monsters, Jaks stumbled his way to the hiding cleric. He had lost blood even while hiding. He clutched his wound trying to slow the bleeding. When he reached the cleric, he fell to his side and gasped for air.


"Hurry...and heal me," he said. "There's a...party that I don't intend...on missing."

 

[Grimsvald]

The cleric would rush to Jaks side and hold him in both arms. The blood pouring on the ground from Jaks' wounds would begin to suck back into his body. He could taste the dirt from the rubble. He could feel the skin mending together beneath his fingers. ( + 8 HP )

 

[Redsirrah]

Jameak swung once more at his opponent and yelled. "Adrik, can you engage the last fellow over there?"


Hit: [dice]18724[/dice]


Damage: [dice]18725[/dice]

 

[Grimsvald]

The greatswordsman was still recuperating from the last hit, which had knocked him off balance, when this second strike crashed down against his back. The damage was enough to dent in the back side of his armor, but it didn't send him to the ground. The greatswordsman stopped his forward momentum and quickly spun around to deliver a strike to Jameak's mid section. The attack was emotionally charged, but hastily carried out. The large sword swung inches too short.


"Last one? Which last one!?" Adrik replied scanning the battlefield to see 2 spearman, 1 longswordsman and 1 duelwielder. He hmphed and spit on the ground. One of the dwarve's axes howled through the air settling into the longswordsman's chest. The enemy immediately dropped to it's knees screaming. Adrik ran across the debris and jumped onto the longswordsman's shoulders ripping his axe back out of his screaming foe.


From this new vantage point he threw a second axe towards the closest spearman before dismounting. This second axe cut into the spearman's thigh armor, but did not kill it. The dwarf stood on the chest of his fallen enemy, green smoke poured up over him. Adrik took a deep breath of the green smoke through his large dwarf nose then exhaled through his mouth. Seeing him breath that green smoke past a victorious grin intimidated the other spearman.


Some how they found the nerve to strike anyways. Both spearman threw their spears at Adrik. Then they drew their swords and cautiously walked forwards. The dwarf easily batted them out of the air with the axe he had pulled out of the metal enemy dead beside him.


The duelwielder finally ripped his weapons out of the clerics corpse. He cursed and kicked the corpse. The healer had taken him out of the fight long enough for his team to be picked apart. Frustrated, he marched towards Jameak.


With a huge gasp Kelter Rowe quickly sat up. His hands searched for his mace until he realized he was surrounded by two clerics. They reassured him that he was indeed still alive. Then they healed him well enough to get him onto his feet. Panicing for the safety of the rogue who fought along side him Kelter jumped up and readied himself to fight. One of the clerics tried to pull Kelter back, "You are not ready Paladin, stay and let us continue!" Kelter pushed the cleric back "I will relent when evil gives quarter!" Then Kelter ran towards the duelwielder. This armored enemy had just killed him, now he would return the favor.

 

[Yesman]

Jaks' breathing began to stabilize as blood seeped back into him. He spat out the dirt in his mouth before getting up on a knee.


"Stay low and hang back," he instructed the cleric. He still had a throwing knife equipped as he moved behind the rubble back towards the fighting. He scanned the battle, looking for an open (and distracted) opponent.

 

[Grimsvald]

Jaks would have his pick of the pack. No one has their attention focused on him. The armored enemy with a sword in each hand marches down the rubble stairs towards Jameak. This enemy will pass just on the other side of the rubble Jaks hides behind. The enemy seems to have tunnel vision fueled by anger and frustration. The rogue could drag his feet and still catch this enemy off guard with a backstab.


(You may attack this enemy with advantage and add your backstab damage 1d6 extra)

 

[Redsirrah]

The sight of the duelwielder ripping his weapons out of the clerics corpse was enough. Jameak shouldered his shield and flipped through his spellbook calmly. "Hey Adrik, would you take care of that spearman for me? I have some business with that suit of armor over there." Jameak found the spell he was looking for.


He uttered a short prayer and a small flame flew towards the duel wielder.


Sacred Flame


Hit:


[dice]18778[/dice]


Damage:


[dice]18780[/dice]

 

[Grimsvald]

The duelwielder spins out of the way of this flaming spell into the dedris for cover. He squats down behind some large ruins with his back up against the stone. He now finds himself ducked down facing Jaks. There is a maximum of 5ft between them. Even without a face to read beneath this creature's helmet, Jaks can tell that it is caught off guard. The duelwielder's jead draws back and sort of jumps with surprise when he sees the rogue. This jerk created the perfect opening for the rogue to plung his weapons into the duelwielder's chest.


(@Yesman , you may make an attack of opportunity because the enemy is passing within 5ft of you willingly. You can still get advantage and backstab 1d6 damage.)

 

[Yesman]

Jaks stuck close to the rubble he hid behind and counted the passing steps. He readied his throwing knife. The last time he tried this, he had accidentally hit the paladin in the arm. Where was that guy anyway?


Suddenly, a flame spell went off nearby and one of the monsters ducked behind a nearby ruin. Both took a second to comprehend what was going on before making a move but Jaks reacted first. Quick as a flash, he drew his rapier and stabbed towards the duelwielder's chest.


[dice]18794[/dice]


[dice]18795[/dice]


[dice]18796[/dice]


[dice]18797[/dice]