Storm King's Thunder

[LoneSniper87]

Casandra Donogan
Nightstone

During Casandra's less than eventful, muggy walk to the village, she heard the sound of seemed like crumbling stone, and her eyes snapped to the tavern from which it seemed to resonate. She hastened her step, a hand resting on her rapier as she ran up, her eyes snapping to the Goblin that was running away from the tavern, a sack lumped over it's shoulder. She didn't see much such sense in following it, as whatever it was running from didn't give chase, and with a hefty sigh she slowed her pace, parting her hair from her face.

She heard the sound of wood breaking and she flinched, looking back to the tavern. Something wasn't right. She pulled both her daggers, sneaking in through the hole that was made, expecting the worse.

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[wowbobwow]

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Yenric had not been expecting to find anything living in the home, so he was taken completely by surprise as the winged cat pounced. He let out a yelp as he dodged the claw of the animal and took a couple steps back. He looked at it for a moment, curious about what this cat-thing was. It was quite beautiful in its own way. Yen smiled at it. "Oh, hello there. No need to be frightened," he said, using a soothing voice. He reached into his pack and pulled out a small bit of jerky from his rations. He squatted down and held it out to the beast, to see if it would be any friendlier, or if he was just opening himself up to an attack. "You must be scared. Were you left here all alone?" He asked, as if the creature could understand him. "And then the goblins came ... poor thing," he said, a little smile on his face. "Don't worry, beautiful, we're friends."

He wanted to ask Samson if he knew what they were dealing with, but he was keen to keep an eye on the animal. He didn't know how aggressive it was going to be and he didn't want to get pounced on and attacked with his head turned. He kept himself ready, but didn't draw his dagger, or even make a motion toward it ... making sure to be still and speak soothingly, wanting to show that he meant no harm.

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[Seraph Darkfire]

Zi'on lifted his head and cocked it, listening to the noises coming from the northern area of town before turning his attention to the two Goblins who had been amusing themselves. In fact, he found it kind of funny. Still, he couldn't leave them there, they could hurt someone, or maybe they already had. Since they couldn't see him and probably couldn't even hear him, he decided to leave them be for now. Instead, he grabbed a nearby undamaged chair and taking it back outside with him.

Softly shutting the door as to not disturb their fun, he wedged the chair back into the door handle, doing his best to seal them in the building until he had the time to deal with them. Better to handle them as a group, besides, he didn't speak goblin. He decided to head back up to the broken bridge and see if anyone was still there, it was only a short walk but he found no one there. So he made another decision and headed northward. Given the sounds coming from that direction, it was obvious that Orok was doing something. Whether he was fighting something or just having a bit of fun, Zi'on wasn't sure, but backup was never a bad thing.

 

[Sizniche]

Samson was rather surprised by the creature himself; when the catlike creature jumped out at the poor halfling, Samson kind of jolted for a moment, expecting the worst. After a few seconds, once the excitement had worn off, Samson drew a ration from his pack to offer some jerky to the creature, in hopes of calming its nerves.

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The winged cat, soothed somehow by the gentle voice of Yenric, stopped bearing its teeth, though didn't stop emitting the low rumbling from its chest. It looked at the jerky, and seemed to even appreciate the gesture, leaning over carefully to sniff it. Although the cat seemed somewhat interested in it, it stepped back, making a weird "Mooph!" sound, like a mix of a sneeze and a purr, and then darted across the room, a soft dinging sound following it, lifting up clouds of dust after itself, jumping first on the debris of the bed, then - on top of the rock, and then - on the cupboard, hiding behind the carved half-circle of a decoration on top of it. At least, it tried to hide - the cat was rather big - wings or no wings - as well as bright enough to be seen either way. Still, feeling it was hidden again, it watched the two from up there, curled in a tense mess, bulging its eyes to be aware when the intruders pose any danger.

In the meantime, the newly arrived guardswoman... or ex-guardswoman... managed to reach the tavern, where all hell was breaking loose, seeing a large half-orc use a table as a weapon, smashing and crushing everything he saw. Another table cracked from the blow, a chair at it was batted into the wall, crushing into smithereens. He didn't look like he would be stopping any time soon. Or maybe he would. As Orok was raging without as much as noticing the newly come woman, he managed to hear a soft, barely noticeable "Shit..." coming from upstairs, but, before he could pinpoint the exact source of it, it revealed itself to him on its own. A crossbow bolt hit the ground mere inches from him, quickly followed by another one, hitting him right in the back, piercing just inches away from a lung. The half-orc got really lucky. They both came from the hole in the ceiling - the second floor visible from over the rock. The next thing he heard wasn't as subtle - a door opening upwards, and someone's steps - running away to the other side of the building on the second floor.

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[LoneSniper87]

Casandra Donogan
Nightstone

The young woman peered her head in the inn through the hole, seeing what the first Goblin ran from. A large Half-orc, currently very angry and destroying a good most of the inn in the process with a table. She flinched at the sound of splintering wood, glad the large man had not seen her there, but very less glad as two bolts came from the floor above, one missing and shattering on impact with the floor, the other burrowing into his back for what to most was most likely a kill shot. Seeing him turn she ducked away from the whole, deciding on not trying to go through that room, and instead searching for a way up rather than in.

After a quick walk about the perimeter she'd spot the large rock caving part of the wall, giving her some access to the floor above. With a few steps and a hop, she began clambering up the rock as best she could.

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[Rage]

Orok 'Fel-Hand'

Half-Orc Barbarian
Nightstone
Interactions: Himself & Unknown to him (Casandra Donogan) - The Fight... Is... On.

Just as Orok might've atleast relaxed or calm but he needed to absolutely smash to pieces at the moment.... A loud sigh came from Orok which he was getting ready to calm down but his ears perked which they suddenly twitched when the word 'shit' came from up-stairs.

"Hm!?"

A thunk from the floor-boards nearing his feet which Orok's tempered flared and *Blam.* A blow came to his back catching him by surprise and forcing towards the ground only for his knees and palms to prevent him from meeting the floor in an instant. A spiked-tip object, harder and painful... More than an arrow that was launched into his back and punctured through his tanned-hide. A loud grunt came where blood-escaped out of the wound which was placed into him. Suddenly his renown-wraith flared up as Orok's head snapped up and his eyes were bugling. Swiftly; His large, hands went around his back and grabbed the haft of his favorite weapon. A violently tugged and he finally unsheathed it.

Flinging his heavy-weapon over his shoulders as the kneeling Half-Orc snapped upward and stood on his two-feet. The result came as a thud came as A Great-Axe was launched over his shoulders as his grip keep true on the long, haft where slammed it's bladed-head sunk into the floorboards. It's thick-blade was broad and sharp which the Half-Orc knew what- Whoever hit him had the advantage with their range-weaponry.... Such an advantage would be lost when he found them. It would be fruitless to directly charge them up the stairs... So... His eyes darted towards the window and roared. Sprinting forward as he looked towards the window which he raised his Great-Axe above his head and jumped towards the window; Swinging as he got close enough to where his axe would make contact.

His muscles bugled outwardly as it slammed into the glass and where Orok believed that he would plow through it

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[LoneSniper87]

Casandra Donogan
Nightstone

As the admittedly not so athletic watchman failed to gain any solid purchase on the large rock, her frustration growing as she eventually gave me, looking for another way around. The walls were most certainly an option... She could also try her luck back in the tavern she supposed, not that she fancied the idea. And just as she was about to decide, her thoughts were broken by the sounds of shattering glass, and that damned Half-Orc came rolling out from it, axe in hand. "Oh for fucks sake..." She grumbled, finding her luck wasn't all that great today, if at all.


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[wowbobwow]

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"Well, it looks like the flying kitty doesn't want to be our friend," Yen said to Samson with a shrug of his shoulders. "Too bad. I have a feeling that things are going to be less than hospitable in Nightstone for a while, and I know a group of folks that would spoil a pretty cat with wings," he added. He had sensed a bit of intelligence in the animal, and was speaking to it as much as he was speaking to his friend. "I think I will just leave this here in case anyone decides that they want it." He winked at Samson and then placed a small bit of jerk on the writing table, first clearing a little spot for it, even wiping the dust from the surface with the sleeve of his shirt.

Yenric moved to the dining table, trying to judge the size and length of it. "Do you think this would do to span the break in the bridge?" He asked, looking over to Samson for a second opinion. He was doubtful it would. He looked it over to get a sense for its construction. Would it be easy to take apart and use the boards?

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[Rage]

Orok 'Fel-Hand'

Half-Orc Barbarian
Nightstone
Interactions: What. The. Shit.

Crashing through the window and bouncing against the ground, the Half-Orc landed on his hands and knees. This rough landing only brought more annoyance as the savage half-human humanoid let out a loud grunt at his certain situation. A metal bolt was launched directly into his back....He hated cowards who wouldn't dare engage directly with him. If he can see his opponent and they see him, it's an even field. No matter the distance but this situation was all-sorts of shite.

Whoever was in that damn Inn would pay. Not in gold. Not in time. But with blood and pain. This experienced brought new light to Orok who found encourage in the thoughts and cruelty which he would inflict to the person who caused this. Whilst he was outside of the Inn, his eyes came upon the structure and noticed... He possible could climb it and cause mayhem on the Upper-Floor. A wicked smile came as he simply ran at the closest wall and slapped his palms against.

Luckly, he found some spaces which he could latched his thick fingers upon and he used his hefty upper-body strength to pull himself upward which his feet functioned as support which he began to power himself up the side of the Inn and try to get towards the second story.

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With some effort, Orok climbed up and into the widow, which, luckily, was shattered already, and in a need of just a slight push to be completely broken. But even through the crack-webbed glass he could see the room. A rock plunged through it and the neighbouring one, destroying much of the insides. To the right were two beds with a nightstand at each side - one of the beds had a small backpack resting on it; a wardrobe on the further end of the room, near an open door, and what looked like pieces of a table where the rock hit. On the sill, right in front of his nose, stood an old oil lamp - unlit, of course, and a bearskin rug half-hung from the hole in the floor.

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[Rage]

Orok 'Fel-Hand'

Half-Orc Barbarian
Nightstone
Interactions: Secondary Floor - It was Chopping time.

Upon climbing up the side of the Inn, Orok noticed something... It got quiet. A low growl escaped his throat, this meant that the little fox wasn't right there. Coming onto the lap - Orok grabbed it whilst he hefted his immense girth through the window sill. Putting it down onto the Bearskin rug, Orok grasped his axe and looked around the room.

His nose took heavy whiffs, his eyes gazed around like a hawk & his ears twitch whilst he attempted to hear for anything that might've been important. His searching stopped as he noticed the bag which laid one of the beds. The Half Orc's heaved steps came over and he looked within..... Taking the bag and slinging it over his shoulders which was followed by him kneeling down.

He focused his sense which the large Humanoid search the room in finer detail for any tracks belong to who was within. Standing up in a ready position. Orok came over to the Wardrobe which he used his large frame to block off any exit from anything within which he opened it.... Looking inside and slowly moving towards the Door-Way but he kept his eyes trained onto the place for clothing til he was directly at the Door Way.

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[Seraph Darkfire]

Zi'on stopped in the town square, looking towards the Inn with confusion. He then spotted Orok's large legs being pulled into an upstairs window and chuckled as he walked towards the building "Orok!" he called up "What's the news? Find anything interesting? Wanna wager that yours is better than mine?" two goblins smacking each other over the head was certainly more interesting than most. Though if Orok found something of actual worth, he might be losing out.

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[Wester236]

Balthazar Burdun​

These civilized lands are strange indeed. they seek to have walls to defend them yet they left their gate open, and even with that racket going on inside? whats the point of the wall? Balthazar thought these things to be strange, even when he was taught about it back at the grove. What did those elves call it, Nightstone? He did not pay much attention to what the merchant said as he was more focused leaving and continuing onward. That was about as much as he learned until he got shot in the side for that info when he broke off from the group, which Balthazar reinforced in his mind to stay with the group, especially in these times. He managed to enter the front gate, still confused of the damage inside. Maybe they are in there. "Anyone here still?" Balthazar asks, casting Produce Flame as he does just in case.

 

[Equusheart]

Kyria frowned as she stared at the house she had been trying and failing to break into. Well, she wasn't going to give up that easily. Something was in there and she wouldn't stop until she had a way in. She just needed someone with a bit more strength.

Thinking she had heard some commotion going on over at the inn, Kyra set off in that direction.

"Hey!" She hollered out as she stepped through the inn door. She glanced around before looking back at Zi'on. "What I miss?"

 

[Wester236]

Balthazar continues onward, remaining vigilant of his surroundings. He eventually made it to what seems to be the town square, spotting a few familiar figures, his group!
"Ah, hello. Took me some time but I figured I found the right path." Calls out Balthazar, dispelling his Produce Flame before noticing Kyria enter in what seems to be an inn. "What's happening around here?"

 

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Orok has not been lucky in his search. Inside the bag - at least from the first sight - there was nothing more than a set of crumpled clothes - a shirt, maybe some underwear - point was, it was of a light colour, and a bit stainy. Perhaps, under it there were treasures and gold, of course, but from what he knew, he just had picked up a bag full of laundry. He was faced by the same fate at the wardrobe - just an old cloak, dusty and smelling of campfire smoke and old grass inside. It was brown, made of thick material, not unlike hemp... obviously way too small for him. And absolutely no one inside. Where the marksman could've gone? He could not tell. Maybe down through the hole, maybe outside through the stairs. But there was no one here, and no sounds around but the voices of Zi'on, Kyria, and a new one, rougher one, calling out for him.

Similarly, the corridor was empty. To the right he saw the stairs, curling down to the first floor's tavern. Three closed doors in the corridor - one in front of him, another two mirroring. The inn had just four rooms in here, and from what Orok saw, the room on the left was half-destroyed as well, and the one on the further left should have had one wall demolished. Speaking of the further left... When the half-orc looked that way where the marksman went became clear: there was an open window in the end of the hallway, its sill suspiciously devoid of dust and rubble covering the entire floor, as the explosion of dirt oozed inside and settled down after bombardment of the place. Of course, there were trails here and there, people fleeing, goblins attacking... but with doors being untouched, and enough large holes in the walls, there was real doubt that anyone would go for a window.

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[Sizniche]

Samson looked at the table and chuckled. "Maybe with three of 'em, a couple'a nails, n' the grace of the gods. If we wanted a dining table that could span that gap on its own n' stay steady, we'd need one fit fer a noble, which would probably be up'n the castle. Still, it couldn't hurt t'scrap it for the wood n' nails." He kneeled onto the ground to search through his backpack once more, putting the ration sans the jerky back in when he did so. He tried to search for a suitable implement with which to remove the nails and disassemble the table, but remembered any tools he might have for that sort of work are all at home, back in Secomber. He didn't want to use his sword, because it would almost certainly bend and dull trying to remove the nails, and he couldn't afford another one. His woodcarving set had a few promising pieces, but if he used one of them it was almost guaranteed to break.

"Well, guess we're just going to have to do this by hand." Samson begins to try disassembling the table by hand, starting with the table leg nearest to him.

Spoiler: Actions

STR and DEX rolls to disassemble the table properly, STR roll: 8, DEX roll: 3

 

[Seraph Darkfire]

"Looks like he can't hear me" Zi'on said softly before shrugging at Kyria's question "I'm not entirely sure to be honest. I heard a commotion and when I arrived, I spotted our Orcish friend climbing through the upstairs window" he nodded to Balthazar "Always a pleasure to have more allies, a quick catch up should help. Short story is that we arrived to find the town abandoned, though with obvious signs of attack"

"We explored a bit, defeated some enemies and decided to attempt getting into the Keep" he pointed towards the Keep in the distance "We are hoping to get more information on what happened here...unfortunately the Keep's bridge was destroyed in the attack. While some of us explore further, others are gathering supplies to create a makeshift bridge"

Equusheart Wester236

 

[Wester236]

"I see" Balthazar says gruffly, tightening his wooden round shield onto his left arm and slightly clearing his throat to check his breath weapon, making a slight puff of smog in the air "Well, is there any place we have not checked for whatever left this mess?" Balthazar is never really used to having conversations with these people, especially that Half-Orc and curious Warforged, but it's a thing that he seems to need to get used to.

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[wowbobwow]

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Yenric's face scrunched up as he watched Samson begin his work on the table. "You know, friend, I don't think the two men of faith are exactly the right men for this job," he said, knowing that he himself was no font of strength. He didn't think that he was going to be much help in the task, and from the look of the way things were going for Samson, he didn't think he would be either. "You know there is a giant, friendly half-orc ... wait, do we really think Orok is only half Orc?" He asked, digressing. He shook his head, as if tossing the idea off physically to get back on track. "He's right outside. He could snap the table in half! You ... keep on doing that, Samson, I'll see if I can get him."

Yenric took one last look up at the winged cat to see if it had any more inclination to be friendly, and then headed back out into the village. He looked around for the rest of the traveling group and sighed as he saw that they were, indeed, no where close to the house that he and Samson had been exploring. He was curious, anyway, and made his way back to the north side of the village to join the rest of them and see if he could be of any help.

 

[Wester236]

Balthazar was now getting curious of the surrounding area, he saw the two worgs bodies at that bridge, but what caused the place to get littered by boulders, and what was the deal with that hole? Balthazar stopped pondering these things for a moment when he saw a familiar halfling, Yenrock, Yenrique? ah, Yenric. "Hello, bit late to the kerfuffle, what caused the hole here?" Balthazar said as he looked into the hole while casting produce flame to see if anythings inside.

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Perception to see if anything was in the hole: 24

 

[Rage]

Orok 'Fel-Hand'

Half-Orc Barbarian
Nightstone
Interactions: Yelling & complaining loudly whilst being cautious

Upon reaching this area, Orok's body paused and he looked around the surroundings.... This was bad.... Pissed him off royally as he slightly backed away from Second Floor's corridor and headed back into the previous room.

Smashing his fist against the chest as his loud grumbles could be heard where his head popped out of the window frame as he looked at the group.

"WHAT DA FOOK DU YA FINK. I GOT SHOT! YA GOT SHOT?! NO! GET THE FOOK UP HERE, BONY-BONES STONE-FACE GIT! OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOI, WE HAVE ZOGGIN' PEOPLE 'ERE!"

Just as his large, bellowing and frothing face came into view - The Half Orc disappeared as he clenched the Great-Axe tightly in his hands where he knew whatever was in the house would want to get him.

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[Equusheart]

Kyra gave an exasperated sigh has Orok ducked back inside the building. She glanced at Zi'on as she took her bow in hand.

"Come on," she said. "We might as well help him." Kyra stepped into inn, notching an arrow as she went.

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[wowbobwow]

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The halfling cleric met the dragonborn at the center of the village. "Balthazar! Hello, mate. I was wondering where you had disappeared to. Glad you joined us in this ... um ..." Yen looked around himself trying to decide on the best way to describe the place "... ghost town." He looked down at the hole. "Ah. We were informed that there was a big rock or monolith or something in there. Some rock of Nightstone, I believe. Most likely what the place was attacked over. The story said there was some sort of magic to it or something. I don't rightly know." He said it with a little smile on his face and finished with a shrug of his shoulders. "We're trying to get over to the keep and see if we can figure out who attacked this place. Goblins are around scavenging, but ... I don't think they did all this damage."

He turned his attention back to the inn, just north of where they were. It was hard to miss the screaming cries of the half orc. "Our very subtle friend seems to need some help. Wanna go see?" He asked, pulling out his crossbow, he didn't wait for an answer from the druid. He just reached up, clapped him on the back, and headed into the inn.