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Round 2 Initiative: Elyas, Erevan, Brillewyn, kobolds, Saria & Torfhras

Torfhras, your handaxe whirls through the air and splits the skull of one of the kobolds behind the bed. The creature's body drops like a sack of rocks with a spray of brains and bone.

Elyas, you're up. Now, there are two kobolds behind the bed with slings and the one on top of Brillewyn with its dagger in her left. Saria is near Brillewyn and her attacker.

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Elyas winced as he watches the kobold's dagger sinks into Brillewyn. Unfortunately, though he trusted his ability with spellcasting, he did not trust his ability to aim. Not wishing to accidentally immolate his allies, Elyas turned his attention to the Kobolds taking cover behind the bed - those slings looked like they would hurt, and he was not too keen on confirming that particular theory. Glancing between his spellbook and the kobolds, he began chanting, slowly at first, but steadily rising in intensity as his eyes seemed to almost glow a greenish hue, an orb of floating acid forming in his hand. With a grin, he hurled the orb towards the kobolds.

(If they're within 5ft. of each other, that's a DC13 dexterity save for both, else it's just one. If they fail, one take 6 damage and the other take 2 damage)
 
Round 2 Initiative: Elyas, Erevan, Brillewyn, kobolds, Saria & Torfhras

Elyas, the first kobold dissolves into a sizzling pile of acidic goo screaming out in pain all the way. It's like he's melting before your eyes. The other managers to leap out of the way, but you can see the shock on his face and fear in his eyes as he watches the grizzly death of his comrade beside him.

Erevan, it's at this point you arrive at the top of the stairs. You had found your way into the outpost and through the great hall inside, laden with dead dwarven soldiers. Having climbed the steps, you now see a small hall and a bedchamber beyond. At the door to the bedchamber are an Elf and a Dragonborn. Inside the bedchamber, a Dwarf soldier is wresting with a kobold on top of her that has its dagger jammed in her just above her breastplate. Next to them is another Elf with a mace. Behind all that, another kobold is taking cover behind a bed. It has a sling ready to whip a stone at the group.

It's clear this group of people are fighting with these kobolds. You see several similar creature corpses burnt, bleeding, or melting on the ground.

Erevan, it's your turn. What are you doing?

Red Shadow Claws Red Shadow Claws
 
Erevan had tracked these kobolds, leading him to the tower. Clearly, the Elves and their companions are ok, but he was sure that a little help wouldn't hurt. His more immediate concern was the kobold attacking the dwarf. Not that he cared much for Dwarves, but a kobold with a dagger jammed into you is still a priority. Sighting it along the arrow shaft, he let's his arrow fly.

(Not sure if this hits or not, but rolled damage anyway, in case it hits.)
 
Erevan, your aim is true. The arrow pierces kobold's eye and explodes out the back of its head in a shower of sinew. The creature slumps off Brillewyn.

The dwarf soldier rolls over and stands. She pulls the dagger from her chest and whips it across the room at the kobold. The hilt smashes into its face caving it in. It dies where it stands and crumples to the ground.

INITIATIVE ENDS (you may act freely)

"Was never very good at that," Brillewyn says. She saunters over to the bed and tears part of the sheet off. Then she stuffs it into her breastplate. "Who in the hells is he?" she asks pointing to you, Erevan.

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"Hmph," scoffs. "I had 'im. Just a moment or so more and his face would be been caved in." Then, after a long pause, she says, almost under her breath, "Thanks"

It's about this time that the dwarf body on the other side of the bed no one had seen yet groans. He's alive. Barely. He's laying a pool of his own blood.

What is everyone doing?
 
"You're welcome" He says with a smile. Erevan will wait to see if anyone is approaching to help the groaning figure, and if not he will go help him with his limited medicine knowledge. Otherwise, he will stand guard, and try to stay alert if anything else might be lurking around.
 
Torfhras was still stuck in the battle frenzy, and he felt sluggish, now that all the action was over, barely paying attention to the newcomer and the conversation between him and Bri. He waded over to the body of the kobold that still had his handaxe in him, careful to avoid the gore on the floor as to not get his boots dirty. About to retrieve his weapon, the dragonborn was startled by the groan of what he thought was a dead dwarf soldier.

Jolting to attention, he pulls the handaxe out, not bothering to wipe it, and whirls in the direction of the sound, tense. As he realises what the implications of such a groan are, Torfhras turns to the others. "Anyone know how to help this poor dwarf?" he asked, a bit embarrassed at his lack of knowledge in this area.
 
Erevan shakes his head. Apparently these people didn't even have anyone to heal. He approaches the wounded and checks the wounds to see what he can to bandage him.
 
Erevan, your not seeing a good way to staunch the bleeding. Too much of it is internal. And he's been bleeding for too long.

Brillewyn looks to you, hopeful. But she can see it in your face.

The dying dwarf rolls onto his back and looks up at everyone. "Who...?" he asks and then coughs up more blood. Wiping his mouth with his arm, he tries again. "Who are you? Where did you come from?"

What are you all doing? This guy isn't looking too good.
 
Saria ran closer to the fallen dwarf, the prayer already on her mind as she placed her shield on her back. "Stand aside. I can help him." She proclaimed as she reached the dwarf, kneeling down in front of him.

"Grant your love to this being, Lady Sune. Don't let him go just yet." She chanted, touching the dwarf's forehead with her free hand. After a few seconds, she retreated her hand. "How are you feeling? Don't try to stand just yet." Saria ignored the dwarf's inquiries, much more concerned with his state.
 
Saria’s prayer brings a touch of magic and after a few moments, the dwarf survivor’s breath comes easier. He’s still in bad shape, but his wounds have closed. With rest, he’ll recover. He pulls himself up to sit against the nightstand.

“Gods be praised,” he says pulling his helm off his head. “I didn’t think I was going to make it. It doesn’t feel like the Devils are playing with my innards anymore. I don’t know where you all came from, but thank all that is good you did. Who are you all?”
 
"Torfhras Varthian," the dragonborn nodded at the dwarf, at ease now that someone had stepped up to help him and it was clear that he would live. He didn't speak for his companions, content to let them share as little or as much about themselves as they wished. "And you? What do you go by, and what the hell happened here, soldier?" he set to cleaning his handaxe on the cleanest part of the kobolds' clothes, loath to leave marks of the battle on the weapon.
 
"Elyas. Kelvyres. Something of a... scholar, I suppose" He spoke, his attention not quite on the dwarf, having only been idly listening to the conversation unfolding to his side - his expertise had always been more about dissecting cadavers than healing living creatures. He had had no intention of trying his hand at something he had only a passing interest in, not with a real healer on hand. No, rather, he was focused on the bodies of the creatures that had attacked them, one of which was in no condition to be examined, really, on account of the acid, but there was something to be learned from the rather violent reaction. It was grisly stuff, yes, but also fascinating stuff. Elyas wrinkled his nose.

Producing a small parchment from his pouch, he crouched down beside one of the kobold bodies and began taking notes, seemingly unconcerned with whatever else was happening. It didn't seem likely that it was these creatures that had taken out the whole outpost, however. So he kept an ear open for the survivor's story.

(I'm gonna try to roll investigate to see if the wounds on the bodies are consistent with what I'm seeing)

(So, 11+5 = 16)
 
“Sergeant Brillewyn,” your dwarf guide says. “Second Company Special Errands. I have orders to bring these...” she gives you all a side glance. “...these hired investigators out here to see why we hadn’t heard from the outpost.”

The injured dwarf shifts his weight with a wince. “Aye, but you’re a bit late. There’s naught left but bones an’ regret. These weren’t hobgoblins or any other creature from our world. These were some kind of demons or creatures from beyond. They came outta nowhere, like phantoms. And they tore us apart. Claws and fangs. Rippin’, shreddin’. It was a nightmare. I only survived by being covered by a Old Faerin. Didn’t think it meant anythin’, though.” He motions to his wounds. “Dragged my sorry arse up here to see if there was somethin’ I could use to keep from dyin’. Maybe I’d report back. Then these little nuggets of joy came to scavenge. They were about to flay me when you showed up, thank Gods for that.” He adjusts again, clenching his teeth. “Hobgoblins did show in the end. After the nightmares went back to their own side o’ hell. Came through and surveyed. Like they were running a test. Then some figure wearing a mask joined them. He or she or whatever was definitely in charge. The mask looked like it was a face ripped from a Wight. Scare the piss right out of ya.”

Elyas, what you see of the Kobolds does not match the wounds of the bodies downstairs. They carry knives and slings. The dead dwarves were all torn and shredded by claw and tooth.
 
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Erevan considers it before he responds. He didn't recall any fangs or claws, it was just hobgoblins who took the rest of his tribe. He shakes his head "No, I have not encountered such a thing."
 
Saria shook her head, scanning her eyes over the fallen dwarf in case she missed some wound or he shows any signs of getting worse. "Sadly, I've never heard of anything like that." Then, she remains quiet for a bit as she tries to recall, from what little she knows of history if something matches the description.

Coyote Roler - History
 
Saria, you think back over the history you know from the church and a some of it sticks out in your mind. There are moments in history when the sacrilegious used rituals to summon corrupted or blighted creatures to do their bidding. Such cults would be cleansed by the church to keep them from spreading. The dark creatures summoned would appear as if from nowhere.

Seems like it fits the situation here well.
 
Saria stands up, now certain the dwarf is most likely free from any immediate danger. "Encounter, no." She says, simply. "But, if my memory does not fail me, there have been moments in history where rituals were performed in order to summon blighted creatures so that they could do one's bidding". Saria says, stopping for a moment. "Sune propels us to cleanse these situations, these are dark creatures."
 
Brillewyn stands and faces you, Saria. She's quiet for a long moment. "We have to let Command know about this," she says. "Fighting hobgoblins is one thing. This..." she grits her teeth. "...this is massacre. It was an entire outpost. Dead."

"They took prisoners," the injured dwarf cuts in. "What about them?"

What do you all say/do?

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