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Pathfinders - Honor of the Fallen

Mira looks between everyone- and then steps out of the shadows, having been lurking near invisible in the darkness until now.


"... Usually, I'd be all for scouting. But as it is, I'm against us splitting up at all. Let's stick into a formation- I'll take point with the monk, but no more than say.. sixty paces ahead- within earshot." She says firmly.
 
@SephirothSage @JayTee @DarkDan1100 @Orikanyo


The pathways through the city wind endlessly to the horizon from your slight elevation on the church's steps. The druid calmly strides out the doors behind you, then past you, wordlessly moving to re-enter the tree he spent so long waiting within. He gives a small smile, and a wave, tears welling in his eyes as his robes and flesh merge into the bark once more, his eyes turning to the sky. "Perhaps this time...." His gnarled staff extends out from the tree, an odd branch indeed, with a strange seal, visible, engraved in the flat top of it. 3 runes, complex in their own right, just barely interlocking with a ring between the three. Inside the ring, a shape like an arrow. The branches tangle and twist around the staff, pulling it to blend better within them.


A wicked howl scatters to the skyline, followed by a series of shrieks. It's distance, but it echoes from the west.
 
"Ready to move?" Chase asked Mira, starting to move ahead towards the direction of the arcanists, "Personally I was happy to take point myself but if you want to help that's fine with me." he said, it did mean less chance of enemies targeting him.
 
Shara-kier stepped outside once more, bow in his hands with a handful of arrows in the other, the cassisian atop of his head as per usual, the thing seemed keen on staying atop of it's perch.


"lets try and get there before day break, or atleast make good headway and a place to hide for a time. The safer we do this, the better. the mines is our target if I remember, we will pass through there and way our way thus." he went over the plan out loud to his fellows, hoping they were well rested for the time ahead.


"Speak if you see anything odd or out of place, the more we learn about this world, the more clues we might have to leaving it, if you come across anything that seems to much for your skills, hide and warn the others, we should try and not anger the larger of our would be foes while we know so little."
 
Roland shrugged his shoulder once, and at the signal his familiar took to the skies. "I can help keep an eye out for trouble from above while we walk." He said, moving out.
 
@JayTee @Orikanyo @SephirothSage @DarkDan1100


As the party advances through the city, little seems to get in your way over the course of the first half hour or so of travel. However, while it is easy to find one's direction, the path is long, sprawling, and winding. Occaisonally, some long-since-picked carcass can be found. The occasional minuscule rodent or reptile skitters past. The pillars of rusted cobalt sit sealed along your path.


[Roll perception everyone. @JayTee you get a +10 from your eye in the sky]
 
"Eyes open folks, eyes to the shadows and above us." the paladin stated as he readied to fire upon anything that is openly hostile.. or atleast starts shooting at them again.


he mentally told his companion to keep watch on their surroundings as well, and also upon his companions... While he trusts they wont betray him... he was worried about them still... They were varied, and only one checked as evil... but... it is not always the ones with evil in their heart you must watch for, cruelty and betrayal can come from all sides, be open to friendship, but always, always watch yourself.


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Chase kept advancing, not moving as fast as he could so as not to lose the party but keeping a decent distance between himself and the party as he scouted for dangers, keeping his eyes open for hidden threats.


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Roland kept a watchful eye on the rusted cobalt pillars. They would make it easy for anyone familiar with the area to stalk them, and if the encounter in the forest was anything to go by, there were plenty of hostile forces in this plane that would attack unprovoked.


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@DarkDan1100


The sound of footprints crossing the dust ahead ring loud as an emaciated elf sprints by. Only a moment in sight, but visible nonetheless. A long, curved saber traces the ground behind it, before it dives back behind cover. 60 ft ahead. Just off to the left of the 10ft wide path.


@Orikanyo @JayTee @SephirothSage


You all spy nothing of the hunter ahead.
 
Chase frowned, where there was one there was potentially more, "I saw something, I'll check it out." he called back to the rest of the group, moving 55 feet ahead and using his combat expertise to defend himself should he need it.

Combat Expertise: Chase takes -2 on melee attack rolls and combat maneuver rolls to get a +2 to AC, making his AC 29, his Touch AC 29, but his Flat Footed AC remains 20
 
Mira weighs the other tieflings words thoughtfully- her eyes fixed on the knightly figure the other person casts. Then she snaps out of her daze- and nods, as she looks to the others.


"Huh, what- Ah. Yes.. Good counsel. In the meantime.." She murmurs a few words. A surge of divine energy- twisted and odd, but divine- escapes her in a blessing of general good fortune.


"Good fortune upon us. May this ward us, as we begin our journey." She intones simply.


[Casting Bless.]
 
"Take Krim." Said Roland, as the Faerie Dragon fluttered down and landed on Chase's shoulder. "He may be useless, but I can see through his eyes. If you get in to trouble, we'll know to come for you."
 
@JayTee @DarkDan1100


As Chase rounds the corner, he spots the elf, sitting perched, grinning, lunging at chase the moment its jagged, bloodshot eyes lock with his own field of vision, that saber gliding through the air as it dives for him from out of sight. It snarls loudly, an inhumane roar audible around the corner. A challenge? No, a signal.


An archer perched on the spire across from the alley makes his presence known as two arrows are let loose across the street.

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The swordsman's obvious ambush is deftly dodged, however, the unnoticed archer lands both arrows to his mark. It gives a victorious snarl as it notches two more arrows, the first two embedding themselves painfully into Chase's backside.


@Orikanyo @JayTee @SephirothSage


Several more elves scramble into the streets, primal hollers echoing, Four spear-men taking perch between the three of you, and Chase. Two more archers make their presence known atop the spire, as more and more of those feral, ape-like shrieks make themselves known to the air. A silloughette can be seen amidst the clouds of dust 100 or so feet down the street. Taller, and as muscular as a starved beast can be, wearing utterly shredded robes, with ramshackle cobalt plating fastened over-top. It sneers and gives a husky growl as it makes its slow approach. A large, curved saber drags along the ground behind it, and its eyes are illuminated with a strange blue glow.


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"Fucking elves. Let's move people!" Shouted Roland, making an unusual gesture in the air. Time around himself and companions became quickened, twisting and distorting to their advantage as the spell took hold.


OOC


Casting Haste on the party.
 
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"DAMN IT! Chase!" he grimaced and called to the man as the whole block came upon them, this wasn't going to be fun.. best he work on dealing with those archers first!


Drawing his bow he fired upon the archers above, his first two(the first roll since it's a double shot) at the first archer, the other three into the second archer.


(Forgot to add the bless on the attack rolls. +1 to the total)


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"Cut through their lines quickly, we mustn't leave Chase alone over there!"
 
Mira simply nods- and begins her own advance towards the melee taking place, raising shield and sword and darting forwards. Usually, she'd be finding a shadow in which to lurk- yet it is clear there is no time for such things in this battle, as she raises shield and blade...


And begins a chant, as she takes her steps forwards- words leaving her lips, flowing from her like water. A fortifying chant it is indeed- in the abyssal tongue she chants- a prayer to strange powers besides. Yet her words bring forth a holy radiance- a bane to her foes, a blessing to her allies.


[Advancing Forwards, and casting Prayer. -1 to enemies attacks/skillchecks/savingthrows/damage, +1 to same for allies, stacking with bless.]
 
Chase winced at the arrows, then attacked the sword elf, striking with his hands four times as fast as he could.

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Not actually sure what their AC is so I rolled damage for each attack
 
@Orikanyo


The first two pairs of arrows land for heavy damage in their targets, causing the elves hit to flinch in pain. The third arrow pegs the Elf in the throat, eliciting a gurgled, blood-strained cry of agony. The archers target you as they return fire, the third archer joining his companions to focus you down, trusting his brother to handle the injured monk.


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His slice misses, as he dances back, scowling and chuckling. Licking his blade to bring it to shine.


@DarkDan1100


The first punch lands squarely in the target's jaw, but you lose your balance on the second swing, prompting your further swings to go wide as you adjust your stance. The swordsman takes another lunging strike, before skidding back a good 15 feet, into a defensive stance.


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The first pair miss, but the next four arrows find their marks


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Two barely clearing the armor of the paladin, and the next two puncturing cleanly, sharp, jagged pain overcoming Shara-Kier's breath.


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EDIT: Crit not confirmed

Total Damage: 33 Damage


@SephirothSage @Orikanyo @JayTee


The spearmen slowly advance on the party, keeping close together, a 5-foot gap between each of them, as they close down to approximately 20 feet of distance, between their line, and the point of the party. They each snarl, as the spell-caster closes to behind them, stepping into view. The energy coils up his arm, surging through him as he roars before bursting off his arm, chaining through the elves. Each of the spear-men seems to twitch more rapidly.





Haste, on the spearmen, and the magus.
 
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"Pardon me." Roland said, stepping out from his usual position behind the Paladin. With the enemy all bunched up like that, it was too tempting a target to miss.


Carefully aiming at a point behind the enemy caster so as not to catch chase in the area of the spell, Roland pointed his hand towards the advancing enemy line and snapped his finger. "Burn."


OOC


Casting Fireball in the crowd. If this were on a grid, I'd be centering the explosion to catch the enemy but not Chase.
 
The arrows catching him mid breath he spurted and gasped, the arrows bit deep... But not deep enough.


"Wretched beasts." he growled as he readied another handful of arrows, time to return the favor to the damned disgusting things.

First two at archer 1


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Second two at archer 2


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"Damn things, we've stepped right into a group's warpath, if one of us needs to retreat, do so, i can offer minor healing but its best we evade combat should things sour further!"
 
As the battle continues to heat up and grow more and more intense..? As her magic shimmers and resolves upon those battling.. she ceases her chant- and lurches out of sight into the shadows- heading forwards, as she settles her eyes on a single one among her foes.


"Spellcaster's mine." The words leave her lips- and then she might very seem to dissapear into the shadows of the night before their eyes as she shifts away- intent on lurking in the shadows to sneak up on the spellcaster..


[sneak Check. Setting the spellcaster as my 'studied target'.]


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Chase charged the corrupt elf and made another flurry of blows, annoyed at his fumble in his last attacks.

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I was a little tired while making these rolls so the first damage roll has the same name as the last attack roll and there's a bunch of dud damage rolls because I forgot to remove the extra damage bonus from the next three attacks.
 
@SephirothSage


Your dive into the shadows is successful, hiding you from sight of the snarling creatures that once, long before the birth of the party's eldest, proudly declared themselves elves. As you stalk around to a vantage point to strike at the blood stained magus, you note how uneven and rudimentary its armor seems to be, with many gaps. Good for mobility, but it seems to simply be wearing a collection of thick cobalt tablets, strapped together with tightly wound metallic chord. Ancient elven is engraved into the rusty tablets, although it can't be properly read with the elf's motion.


@Orikanyo


The two archers to target you first shriek in turn, as your arrows bury within them. The first falls lifeless, limp off the roof as he twists at the impact, shearing his lung open while the arrows spiral through him. The other cries in agony, but does not waver, turning to take yet another paired shot at you. The third archer meanwhile, turns back to his original quarry, and leaps down from the rooftop, perching behind the advancing line of spearmen and the magus, as he lines up another shot with Chase.


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One arrow barely grazes off your armor, whilst the other flies off into the sands behind you.


@DarkDan1100


As you charge in to engage once more, the elf takes a springing swipe at you with his blade just before you make it into a fist's reach.


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You deftly dodge beneath the snarling elf's blade, however only one of your punches connects, and once again, you throw yourself off balance. The elf snarls lunging for you with his teeth in another attack of opportunity. Jagged, blood-caked, rotting teeth.


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You just barely avoid the gnash of his jaws before he finally tries to push you away with a deft kick to the stomach.


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However, you manage to quickly catch him by the ankle and shove him back to his stance, he takes back to guard.

Roll Perception, DC 25. If failed, the archer's next attack on you is again against your Flat-footed AC.


@JayTee





Chase is currently a total of 35ft from the blast zone, and out of sight in an alleyway.


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As your flame bursts across the ground amidst them, the elves prove themselves familiar with such magics. The spearmen both deftly evade, minimizing damage from the blast, whilst the magus takes an impressive leaping spring backwards and forth, avoiding the mass of flame entirely, the formation unbroken.


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Whilst the spearman to your right minimizes his searing well, his opposite in formation now bears an unsightly, raw, blistering, bubbling, fresh, charred burn across his leg and abdomen, the swirling dust rapidly collecting in the wound. No doubt if he flees, he'd die of infection now.


@Orikanyo @SephirothSage @JayTee


The Elves advance again, now within 10 feet of Shara and Roland. Their spears poised, ready to strike. Their bodies limber, ready to lunge any which way needed to dodge or pounce. They don't move yet however, biding their time as the magus snarls. It channels more magics into itself, giving a manic grin as arcana surges through it. The edge of it's blade shines brightly, while the silhouette of the being becomes blurred and unfixed. Its feet moving in an odd rhythm. The spear-men begin to hiss and croon in time with the rhythm of the obvious alpha's beat..
 
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A figure darts through the shadows- silent and deadly. A scimitar held in a firm grip- a gleam in her eyes. Her form flows through the shadows naturally- this is her home, her domain. Night is her realm, her fiendish eyes piercing the shadow with no more trouble than daylight; indeed, in some ways, her night sight is keener- the pale light of a moon revealing more than the harsh burning glare of a sun.


It reveals the flaws in the elves shitty armor. It reveals where his vitals are. Her eyes of molten hue are dim and faintly glowing as she darts through the shadows...


And lunges out of them to slide her blade through his back, aiming for his lungs to both disrupt further casting, make it harder to breathe, and hurt him as much as demonically possible. There are no words- no one liners, no taunts.


Just murder.


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And regardless if her stroke lands or fails? She darts back into the shadows after delivering it.


[Pack Rat Feat: Anytime I make an attack when an ally who also has this feat is within 5 feet of me, I can take a Five foot step after and before making an attack.]


[Mind Game Tactics: My Studied Target counts as an ally who has all my teamwork feats for the purpose of my benefits.]


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