(015) Near Saxxon's Gatehouse

Post by **waysoftheearth** » Sat Feb 12, 2011 11:10 pm

waysoftheearth wrote:
Highbough, Wibert and (especially) Desmond just about hear a shrill whistle at the very limit of their hearing, which none of the Men notice at all.

(1d6)

The Owlbears respond immediately, standing up tall and looking about them frantically for the source, completely distracted from the combat.

Olaf, Wibert and Ulric take advantage of the moment and loose arrows from their shortbows (3d20=2,1,17). The range is too great for Highbough to throw his dagger, and Dieter sheathes his sword, pulls his sling free of his belt and locates a good stone. Only Ulric's missile flies true (1dd=3) causing the Owlbear to yelp in confusion and leap back at the sharp sting.

Then, the pair of monstrous bears give a snort, turn and flee the scene on all fours, galloping back to the south east at pace.

Pelenwin is... relieved.

Post by **waysoftheearth** » Sun Feb 13, 2011 12:16 am

tonneau wrote:
As the beasts depart, Gustave swoons to the earth, apparently defeated.
After a brief moment of reflection, he pulls a fine electrum cigar case from his now ruined livery and, taking a single, fine cigar from within, proceeds to light it up with a matching flint-lock.
He eases back into the grass and takes a long draft.
"My dear hobbit," he says, flicking an eye at Wibert and sending forwth a plume of sweet blue smoke, "perchance you could fix us all something on which to dine, my whole lineage would be greatly indebted to your skills."
He takes another draft while sweeping his eyes over the carnage of the former camp, "While the thought of such a feast lends me strength now, I think the rest of us have work to do ere then."

Post by **waysoftheearth** » Sun Feb 13, 2011 1:16 am

mushgnome wrote:
"I hear a shrill whistle... it appears the hunter has called off the hounds! What manner of fiend keeps beasts such as these at his command?"

Highbough quickly scuttles down the slope to tend the injured Pelenwin.

"Let us regroup and circle the wagon, for I fear we are being hunted!"

Post by **waysoftheearth** » Sun Feb 13, 2011 2:05 am

ehiker133 wrote:
Desmond watches the large furry animals scurry away in satisfaction and scampers down the hill towards the party.

"You all should be careful who you pick a fight with around here! Owlbears are nasty creatures when provoked. Fortunately, their hearing is much more sensitive than ours. Equally fortunate for you, I didn't run away from home without my silver whistle."

He smiles.

"Oh, my name is Desmond, by the way."

Post by **waysoftheearth** » Sun Feb 13, 2011 5:12 am

coffee wrote:
Dieter uses his ring again to leap to the aid of his comrade Pelenwin, assisting Highbough with the bandaging.

Post by **waysoftheearth** » Sun Feb 13, 2011 6:27 am

eris wrote:
Olaf surveys the ruined cart, the dead mule, the scattered coins and gems with a sour expression.

"So many deaths, so much lost, for so little gain." he sighs shaking his head.

Post by **waysoftheearth** » Sun Feb 13, 2011 6:57 am

waysoftheearth wrote:
Victor trudges up to the broken wagon and unceremoniously dumps Wulfric's corpse with a thump.

He surveys the scene with typical dissatisfaction.

The cart has been turned roughly onto its side, and may have sustained damage. Its contents -- including the bulk of the company's supplies and the two Ogre chests -- lie spilled awkwardly about. One of the chests was apparently smashed open and hundreds of silver coins are scattered through the nearby grass.

The faithful mule's neck is broken, it lies with its legs stiffly in the air.

Thorgrim's body sits stoically upright, as though the Dwarf lived yet -- but he draws no breath.

Pelenwin drags himself painfully to a half sitting position, gasping for aid, which is thankfully forthcoming. Dieter drops from the sky, landing with a thump that raises dust, and assists the injured templar out of his broken and bloody coat of mail so that his injuries can be tended. Highbough soon arrives to add his Elvish healing craft to the effort...

"I reckon our loss would be greater still, but for this young fella's arrival," grumbles Victor sourly. And spits.

Post by **waysoftheearth** » Sun Feb 13, 2011 7:15 am

waysoftheearth wrote:
According to my records Ulric's quiver now holds just a single shaft. Olaf has 17 more arrows. Wibert is also down to his second last arrow.

FWIW, Mads is also carrying 24 arrows, and there are 3 arrows in the knave's quiver which Andaros took.

Post by **waysoftheearth** » Sun Feb 13, 2011 7:24 am

waysoftheearth wrote:
While the others are surveying the situation, Gustave lies back and smokes one of his gloriously crafted and scented cigars.

It is a blissful reminder of so many luxuries and comforts which Gustave might live to enjoy again...

(Smoking the cigar takes a full turn (10 minutes), after which Gustave finds himself invigorated to the tune of (1d6=5) 5 hit points! Gustave will be restored to 7 of 9 hit points by the end of the turn.)

The electrum cigar case contains 6 more cigars.

Post by **waysoftheearth** » Sun Feb 13, 2011 10:50 am

heartless wrote:

ehiker133 wrote: He smiles.
"Oh, my name is Desmond, by the way."

Hello Desmond says Wibert as her approaches the new comer! We thank for for your aid. A nice trick with that whistle.
Sorry my name is "Wibert". This place is not the safest place to be. How did you get here and where did you come from?

Wibert will talk with Desmond to find out who he is and keep an eye out behind him for trouble.