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Ruins of Norn: Walking Apocalypse

Ruins of Norn: Walking Apocalypse

Raugar

The offensive Raugar was expecting did not come. Instead the Troglodytes appeared to retreat behind the corpse. What? Are they afeared? Surely not, they outnumber us...

Meanwhile, an animated character had emerged from the ruins to further bolster their ragtag group. "Your weapons are welcome here, soldier. These things need gutting!" he said, bounding forwards and scaling up the fetid ocean creature that lay across the road as best he could. From there he could see that the monsters had taken up defensive positions at the temple entrance. It unsettled him that the primitive creatures had the cunning to hunker down and wait for reinforcements. He'd underestimated them, and with the storm on the way this could rapidly become a grim battle indeed.

"Cowards!" he cried, incensed at their timidity. Seeing the half-orc engage one of the trogs that was seeking cover, he hurled another javelin lit with divine energy. "Fight! You want your meal?" he challenged, smearing the rotten carcass on which he stood with his boot. "Come and get it!"

Mechanics

Movement: move up onto the ocean creature's corpse (If you want an athletics roll: 8)
Action: Javelin throw attack, target: Same Trog as Thokk is attacking
Attack Roll: 10 adv roll: 7 (geez... pls +99?)
Damage Roll: 7

Ruins of Norn: Walking Apocalypse

cool. So do you want us to post in initiative order for the rest of the fight or shall we just go whenever?

Also dang these guys are smart for trogs. How many have cover and what level of cover do they have?

Ruins of Norn: Walking Apocalypse

Posted. By the way, we using normal xp or milestone levelling?

Ruins of Norn: Walking Apocalypse

Raugar

Against all reason Raugar suddenly found himself questioning whether he was in fact in Brighthaven at all, and not out skirmishing in the northern territories, about to be set upon by barbarians pouring like a flood out of the forested hills. But as the growing racket cut out the startled dragonborn reminded himself there were no hills, he was miles from the frontier, and there was only one figure strolling towards him and the orc. He joined them as calmly as if they had been sitting at a tavern table and the monsters a patch of rotten weather. He dressed differently from the savages Raugar had tousled with in his brief posting in the north, but he could have sworn that they too had brought similar strange instruments to battle.

"I am, for now." Raugar gave a grunt and a curt nod to show he understood. Now was not the time to be reliving old war memories. The creatures had finally noticed their presence. There were more of them than he'd first thought. Troglodytes. The name was familiar but Raugar was sure he'd never encountered this particular brand of abomination. The stranger's accent was thick but he gathered that the outlander was interested in taking them on as well. One of creatures suddenly gave a bloodcurdling scream, which was answered from far away. Blast, there's more of them. And the storm's getting worse. We need to strike now if-

But the barbarian was way ahead of him. With a stream of curses he hurled a javelin at the beast unfortunate enough to be closest, taking it right in the shoulder, though it remained on it's feet. Raugar strode forward, drawing a javelin of his own as the orc charged past him. Grasping the sacred spike which hung around his neck, with a harsh word and a gesture he felt radiance suffuse him. The spear took on an angry glow as he cast it from his fingers, where it joined the first, hissing where it struck as he tried to finish off what the barbarian had started.

He planted his feet in a wide stance as he drew alongside the kilted warrior, making sure they would both have plenty of room to swing their large weapons as he waited grimly for the onslaught.

Mechanics

Initiative roll: 8 (idk if we'll need it but here it is anyway)
Bonus Action: Cast Divine Favor
Movement: move 30ft adjacent to MacAlister
Action: Javelin throw attack, target: Same Trog as MacAlister's
Attack Roll: 23 (adv roll): 10
Damage Roll: 9

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dang six. we screwwwed.

Ruins of Norn: Walking Apocalypse

Raugar Ilithane

Ruins of Norn: Walking Apocalypse

Raugar

I've picked up a tail Raugar mused, as the sound of steady footsteps continued to follow him from the pier through the ruins. He wasn't being shy about it either, but maintained a tactful distance which was a good sign. From brief glances over his shoulder it looked like a half orc, but he couldn't be certain in the dimming light. Whoever they were, Raugar doubted they meant him harm, and he didn't blame them for following the only civilised thing in sight. It was as sound an exploration strategy as any. He didn't know if they could be counted on in a fight, but perhaps they could mutually benefit from one another, so he let them be.

This unspoken arrangement continued as he meandered through the dead streets and decaying buildings, being careful not to get disorientated. He took what looked like they had once been the major roads, occasionally stopping to try and figure out what purpose a building had once served, or to try and glean something from the rusty remains of former adventurers, to no avail. he headed towards the nearest visible landmark, a large bell tower, Eventually nearing it enough to notice it belonged to some kind of stone temple. A last bastion of solidity that hadn't rotted away in this profane place.

Storm's coming he thought, eyeing the dark clouds looming beyond the bell tower and sniffing the air. The temple would provide sanctuary for him to wait it out.

The stench hit him like a brick just as he rounded the corner onto the thoroughfare towards the temple, making him gag, even after spending so long in the putrid city. Something huge and dead lay across the road, whilst large things crawled over it, tearing hunks of meat from the whole.

Looks like it came from the water... how did it get up here? he wondered as he watched from a distance, unsure if he had been spotted by the creatures or if they were simply content to keep their distance as long as they were allowed to enjoy their meal undisturbed. In any case, they were blocking the entrance to the temple, and that meant they were in his way. Here at last was his first trial. He was almost glad of the chance to finally release some of the tension that had been building in him since entering the city.
Reaching a decision, he drew his blade, planting it point down in the ground, as he looked back and waited for his silent pursuer to arrive.
"I trust you know how to use that" he said warily as he approached, gesturing to the half-orc's own sword. "First them, then the temple." he said, gesturing down the road at the monsters. "Are you with me?"
He had to hope the two of them would be enough. Although... perhaps it was a trick of the light, but he thought he saw another figure watching the monsters from a different entrance to the road. He couldn't be sure though, because at that moment he was distracted by the last thing he thought he would hear in a place like this.

Is that... music?

Ruins of Norn: Walking Apocalypse

Raugar

It was different than he had imagined. He'd been expecting something blighted and decadent. A lawless town ruled by chaos, but a place that was thriving and living nonetheless, like a tumour. But from where Raugar stood on the abandoned wharf among what few passengers his chartered vessel had deposited, it was clear the cancer had long since run its course. Brighthaven looked every bit the corpse as those rotting along the shore. It's crooked buildings were still, and there was no hustle and bustle. Only the chill wind broke the silence.
He had seen many a settlement that had needed grinding into shape, and on his journey he had wondered frequently why his Order did not march here to civilise such a place of holy power. This first glance was enough that he now thought he understood. One could not impose order on what was dead.
Yet it was in such an irredeemable place that his pilgrimage must begin.

He shadowed his eyes with a gauntleted hand as he raised his gaze to the sun, trying to gauge how much of the day he had left to spend gathering information. Here his strength would be tested. If he was worthy, he would find power. Else he would die. The dragonborn inhaled one last lungful of clear sea air through his reptilian nostrils, then set off down the quay, flimsy boards creaking beneath his weight.

It feels good to be on solid ground again. Raugar thought, striding past the silent warnings of the beach carrion, and into the gloom of the city without a backwards glance.

Ruins of Norn: Walking Apocalypse

Alright, looking forward to this.

Raugar Ilithane