March onto Dechire with my PG, and the Royal Army. Trent is to be given authority over Northwatch and all its holdings for the current itme.
Aim to pacify Dechire, or take hold of its governing nobility.
[1] The barons, hearing word of the army approaching and what it aims to do, flee to the city.
[4] Dechire is calm; or as calm as it can be with a royal army marching on it's leaders. A small levy is produced, more of a bodyguard, than anything and stands in front of the royal army. A banner of grey and bright red flitters above the group, who seem uneasy.
A man, with graying hair and more than a few wrinkles, wearing platemail which bears the same colors of the banners stands in front. He fidgets in the armor, seeming uncomfortable.
Fire my crossbow at one of the robed people, and join Talinth and the Masked Man for the fight
[2] The shot goes wide, plinging off the side of the iron cauldron and hitting the floor, embedding itself therein. The robed figures don’t even look up, continuing to mix and pour ingredients.
Storm the warehouse with the masked man after Karas finishes his scouting task.
Fire my crossbow at one of the robed people, and join Talinth and the Masked Man for the fight
Onward.
[4] The door and window breaks down with ease, dropping the three of you around the group of armed men. They grunt, readying their staves, clubs, and cheap blades, a few eyeing the Worg with worry.
[2] Two of them drop their weapons after a long moment of thought and flee, taking to their heels as they bolt out a back door.
[4+2 vs. 3+1] The man in the iron mask says nothing, circling around to block the backdoor, avoiding the swings of staves and clubs, very nearly being decked more than once.
These men hold their weapons with a grip born of experience ( Expert +1 weapon rolls).
(([4] hp 1 guards with clubs and staves))
Talinth[2+2] vs. [3]
Talinth lunges forward, hammer swinging through the air. There’s a loud snap, and a man falls to the floor clutching his broken arm and writhing, his sword falling to the floor. Talinth narrowly dodges a swinging staff as it arcs it’s way towards him.
(3/4 Guard’s health)
[1+2] vs. [2]
The knight responds in kind, his hammer sweeping out and sending a man flying after a loud smash. He lays, breath harsh and short. Each blow in retaliation is blocked by the shaft of his hammer or bounces off of his armor.
(2/4 Guard’s health)
[4+2] vs. [5]
With another sweep of the artifact, one the last men are knocked away with a shattered, broken ribcage.
(1/4 Guard’s health)
[4+2] vs. [3]
The Hammer once more lashes out, sending a man spiraling to the floor unconscious, if not dead. Talinth stands surrounded by a ring of broken men, hammer still held tight.
Karas [4-1] Guards
[6] vs. [6]
Karas lunges forward with a dexterous stab, only to have the blade of his rapier blocked by a young man wearing a thick vest with a large broadsword. The man’s return blow is dodged by the much fleeter Karas, the blade sinking into the floorboards.
[4] vs. [6]
While the man with broadsword tries to extract his blade from the floor, Karas stabs at him, only to be batted away by a thick, wooden stave to the side. The leathers soak up most of the blow, but he can still feel a broken rib.
(2/3 Karas)
[3] vs. [5]
Karas draws himself back up, only to feel the sharp bite of the broadsword’s edge digging deep into the flesh of his hip, slicing through the armor and drawing a thick gash.
(1/3 Karas)
[6] vs. [2]
Karas barely dodges a blow from a thick club hurtling towards his head, swiftly impaling the man with the broadsword through the chest, before dodging back from the staff-user once more, only receiving a small impact on the arm that does little damage.
( 2/3 Guards)
[3+1] vs. [4]
In a moment of respite and clarity, Karas swiftly attempts to makes his exit. The three who didn’t fall to his Rapier follow hot on his heels.
Man in the Steel mask [3] The masked man roll his shoulders, hefting his blade as three of the armed guards approach him. He heaves a weary sigh, before lunging forward.
[4] vs. [2]
Canus’ first stab brutally impales a grizzled looking man through the chest. A kick to the man’s chest follows, pushing him off the blade just in time to block a blow from a club.
(2/3 Guard’s Health)
[3] vs. [5]
However, his other side is unguarded just enough for a small blade to smash into his free arm. He simply grunts as the blade comes away bloody.
(1/3 Canus’ Health)
[2] vs. [1]
Anger flares forth in the (wo)man’s eyes as he suddenly turns, hacking deep into the man’s chest with his blade, slicing through muscle and lung and dropping him to the floor.
(1/3 Guard’s Health)
[4] vs. [1]
The last man attempts to back off, but the blade once more lashes out like a venomous snake, slicing through his unprotected neck and dropping him to the floor, trying to breath through the blood suddenly pooling beneath his fingers.
(0/3 Guard’s Health)
The masked man leans panting against the door, cradling his wounded, bleeding arm.