Episode 2

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DMJ

Jan 26, 2018 9:43 pm
Ivor, Maeriks
R4 Reactions


The flaming hound launches after Ivor as he withdraws up the hill. Maeriks, standing ready as he backs up, sees his friend with the dangerous enemy on his heels. He steps in to intervene. Knowing that Maeriks has the extended reach with the pole glaive, Ivor prepares to time out an aggressive counter-attack against the unnatural pursuer.

FH3 Movement, targeting Ivor for Attack TR4

Approach into glaive 10' Reach triggers OA R4 Reaction for Maeriks. Hit.


Maeriks slashes at the burning hound as it drives closer and closer to Ivor. The blade hinders, but does not halt. The fiery mass is now leaping in at Ivor.

Approach in trident 5' Reach triggers OA R4 Reaction for Ivor. Hit.


Ivor feels the heat of the flames just behind him. He has to time it perfectly. He catches a glimpse of Maeriks' eyes as he passes, and sees the shadows shift on the ground beneath him, drawing in shorter and closer to his own space. Without looking back, Ivor knows that the dog has jumped into the air now, intent on knocking him down and getting a hold around his neck.

Ivor sets his lead foot and shifts weight backwards, simultaneously pivoting and using the force of the turn to drive outward with a fierce thrust, aiming to carry the trident through to full extension for better or worse.

The timing is perfect. The prongs of the trident meet the flaming dog directly in the center chest. The beast lets out a harsh roar as its lower body swings under carried by the momentum transferred as his front torso stops in a dead halt, impaled.

Unavoidable fire damage below to Maeriks and Ivor

Flames roll forward, sweeping over Ivor and fanning outward near Maeriks as well. Ivor throws up his free hand to shield his eyes from the heat.

And then...

Rolls

Proximity Fire Damage to Maeriks and Ivor - (1d6)

(2) = 2

DMJ

Jan 26, 2018 9:54 pm
FH3
R4


...still suspended in the air impaled on Ivor's alien trident, the flaming hound explodes!

REQUIRED ACTION: Ivor and Maeriks, DEX Save
Fail Save delivers damage below
Save is half damage
DC 13 (Sorry, late on posting DC)
OOC:
For consideration by everyone else: not sure exact positioning and closeness of all others (Kray, Thorn, Bryn), we did not talk on specifics and that is fine. This explosion of flaming sludge flesh has an area of effect radius of 10'.
Big Boy Rules: you decide if that applies to you or not. If you pictured the scene with yourself shoulder-to-shoulder on line with Ivor/Maeriks, you probably need to save. If you pictured more of a loosely spaced continued movement with intent on more withdrawal higher this round or off to the side (that's fully believable too), I think you were out of the danger zone, although you still feel some heat and it's surprising as fuck as the flame blasts out in the dark no matter where you are.

Rolls

FH3 Flame Burst - (6d6+6)

(662214) + 6 = 27

DMJ

Jan 26, 2018 9:58 pm
Other hounds
R4


Just down the hill about 10 meters, the other two burning hounds burst into raging fires as well. The whole area is covered in firelight, as if under the glow of a large bonfire.

Just beyond, you can see that the other three hounds glare with menace a brief moment longer, then turn as a group and lope down the hill, disappearing into the darkness and trees just behind the reach of the firelight, following along the direction of the previously departed robed figure.
Jan 26, 2018 10:00 pm
With the explosion literally just an arm's length from his face, Ivor takes the full force of the burst.

"Aaah! Fuck! FUUUCK!!"
Last edited January 26, 2018 10:02 pm

Rolls

DEX save vs Flame Burst (unknown DC) - (1d20+3)

(4) + 3 = 7

Jan 27, 2018 4:33 pm
The little bit of distance between him and the fiery burst was enough to let Maeriks turn his face aside, sparing him from the worst of the heat. If he hadn't shaved his head regularly, he would have needed to now.
[ +- ] Maeriks Mac Hannoc
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Rolls

DEX save vs hot dog - (1d20+2)

(13) + 2 = 15

Jan 27, 2018 6:29 pm
Kray feels the heat wash over him as he brings his shield up just in time to ward off the brunt of the fiery blast.
[ +- ] Kray Mercon Character Sheet
Last edited January 27, 2018 6:37 pm

Rolls

DEX save - (1d20+8)

(18) + 8 = 26

Jan 29, 2018 1:41 am
OOC:
Sorry for the late replies again guys, I have a very busy few weeks and will try to stay on top of things.

For BR3 Bryn would of definitely stayed with Thorn and Kray.
Bryn covers his face to protect himself as the hound explodes.

Rolls

Dex Save - (1d20+8)

(20) + 8 = 28

DMJ

Jan 29, 2018 10:59 am
OOC:
Alright. That's 4 people who faced the flames. X, I say that means Thorn is positioned further out then, so no need to save.
OOC:
Will try to get back on the boards for more progress today.

DMJ

Jan 29, 2018 5:13 pm
Everyone recoils from the burst of intense heat and flame. The hound that was impaled on Ivor's is partially dispersed at the moment of the burst. The remaining mass drops down almost like a sludge and is quickly consumed by the fire.

After several moments of recovery and continued scanning for any further threat, the group resets and carefully starts to assess the level of damage among themselves.

Ivor of course took the worst of the burst. The hair on his arms and face and shoulders are singed, parts of his clothing were flash burned, and he definitely has some moderate burn wounds on his arms. Luckily his reflexes pulled him away enough to avoid being overwhelmed by the roll of fire or ignited himself. It was a close call, but could have been a lot worse.

Ron Oram, was far enough away from the fire blast, but still suffers from rather severe injuries from being shot with an arrow and then being mauled by two dogs. In truth, Oram would have died if not for the supernatural intervention by Maeriks along with Maeriks pulling him from the jaws of death. It is clear that Oram understands this.
Jan 29, 2018 6:33 pm
"You are ...a healer," Oram says, looking at Maeriks. He says it like a statement, but also like a question. As if it is something that cannot be believed. Oram is leaning over with his hands on his knees after the commotion, trying to recover from his injury and exhaustion. But now he pushes up and steadies himself and walks up to Maeriks.

"I should be dead. I felt the thick hot blood pouring from body, my life...draining away," he touches his neck, and looks at the blood on his hand, then back to Maeriks. "Now the wound is closed." He walks forward, still staring at Maeriks. "I am healed by your word, and by your hand."

Staring at Maeriks. "I do not understand this. I do not know the gods of the Dannein people," he says with a slow sincerity, "But I give thanks to you and whatever power that you call upon. Thank almighty Goldna of Dasnish for you. My life would have ended this night if you had not delivered ...this ...miracle."

He clasps Maeriks' hand in his and nods. "Thank you."

"Thank you all, for coming to our aid," he says as he looks around at everyone, again nodding with

With that he walks quickly but carefully, holding his wounds, down past the nearby fires downhill. He kneels down beside the body of his comrade whom he was previously carrying, his superior officer Bezil Koral.

After inspecting the body, he looks back up with a relief. "He is alive," he calls out.

For those who did look over at Koral previously, this perhaps comes as a surprise, since mere moments ago it appeared as if the robed figure had pulled an organ out from Koral's abdomen.
OOC:
Bryn translates all of the above. Oram has learned that Bryn is the primary translator, so he has picked up the habit of asking for Bryn's help in getting his communications out to everyone.
Jan 29, 2018 8:34 pm
Out from the darkness, another armsman emerges. He walks into the range of the fire light, coming from further uphill.

He has his armor on, but carries his helmet in one hand and holds a bloody rag in another. He has a wound on his head that he is holding the rag to. There is some blood, but not an excessive amount.

He speaks out in Heshbaan...

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He glances around looking at everyone else. He has a look on his face that shows that he is wondering what is going on.
Jan 29, 2018 8:41 pm
"Ensha Yasi! " Oram stands up and takes notice of the incoming officer.
OOC:
"Ensha" is the Heshbaan word for a junior officer, under a Bezil (Captain). Ensha is like a Lieutenant in Yuoric military organization.
Oram takes on a position of attention and responds in Heshbaan to his other superior officer...

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Jan 29, 2018 8:44 pm
The injured officer Yasi has more back and forth questions with Oram. Yasi seems to be driving the conversation quickly, biting at Oram for report. He continues to scan the crowd, looking warily at the burning hounds and at your warrior group.
Jan 29, 2018 8:53 pm
Off to the southwest (uphill and angled off to the right), a sound rings out. The sound of a horn, just like the horn that Oram had used to send signal.

Oram and Yasi both look over in that direction immediately.

"Temen fatia! Aisha teva Gabit em Zanzsir!" Oram speaks out, standing up and tense as he listens.

Oram speaks with Bryn to convey the idea. The horn is an armsman horn. Hopefully this is a message from one or both of their other comrades who are currently unaccounted for. Their names are Gabit and Zanzsir.

Oram works quickly to try to pick up Bezil Koral. Though Oram is struggling from his own wounds, he grimaces and picks up his fallen commander. Though he speaks in Heshbaan, everyone understands his intent. He wants to move out quickly to go to the aid of his fellow armsmen.
Jan 29, 2018 8:58 pm
Yasi speaks strongly at Oram...

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Yasi gets in another back and forth interchange with Oram. Oram seems frustrated that they are not moving out towards the sound of the horn. Oram holds Koral over his shoulder, and answers more questions, impatiently perhaps.
Jan 29, 2018 9:02 pm
Another horn sounds out. Both of the armsman look out into the forest, toward the sound. Oram seems to be bursting to run after it, but is held at bay by the commands of his superior.

Yasi asks more and more questions, still looking around at all of the group and back downhill. He seems indecisive and troubled as the information comes in to him from Oram. His tone is changing to a barking tone at Oram. At the same time, his eyes are wide darting this way and that, as it seems he is caught in the moment of how to decide what to do.
Jan 29, 2018 9:11 pm
Oram lowers Koral off of his shoulder and back down to the ground carefully, and pleads with Yasi in a formal military manner mixed with some emotion...

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Jan 29, 2018 9:14 pm
There is a lot of talking in Heshbaan back and forth, Bryn provides a quick summary to the others looking on:

Oram wants to go to the sound of the horn, thinking that his fellows need help and are signalling. Yasi is saying that he cannot rush off when they do not know the danger. He keeps on asking more questions about what is going on at the camp, and about what we saw here with the robed figure and the hounds and with the bearded traveler.
Jan 29, 2018 10:12 pm
DMJ says:
"You are ...a healer," Oram says, looking at Maeriks. He says it like a statement, but also like a question. As if it is something that cannot be believed. Oram is leaning over with his hands on his knees after the commotion, trying to recover from his injury and exhaustion. But now he pushes up and steadies himself and walks up to Maeriks.

"I should be dead. I felt the thick hot blood pouring from body, my life...draining away," he touches his neck, and looks at the blood on his hand, then back to Maeriks. "Now the wound is closed." He walks forward, still staring at Maeriks. "I am healed by your word, and by your hand."

Staring at Maeriks. "I do not understand this. I do not know the gods of the Dannein people," he says with a slow sincerity, "But I give thanks to you and whatever power that you call upon. Thank almighty Goldna of Dasnish for you. My life would have ended this night if you had not delivered ...this ...miracle."

He clasps Maeriks' hand in his and nods. "Thank you."

"Thank you all, for coming to our aid," he says as he looks around at everyone, again nodding.
Miracle? Maeriks looks to Bryn, confused about the translation. Seeing by the smoothness of his speech that Bryn is confident in his choice of words of the translation, Maeriks decides not to criticize the rake for he has been very helpful in translating for the group and he would hate to make the man feel unappreciated. Thinking back to the not-so-few times when he himself had to wrestle an arm free from unfriendly alligators, he replies slowly, being careful to get the words right. "Things always look worse when you are in the jaws of a beast. Its the fear. But when you step back you see it was just fear putting sights in your mind. I just pulled you out, but I am glad I did so quickly enough."

He returns the mans clasp, giving him a firm grasp on the shoulder as well and a wide grin.
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Jan 29, 2018 11:39 pm
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