Fairhaven: D&D Based SRP

SpectreT

Knight in Tarnished Armor
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It's a warm late Tarsakh day (Middle of Spring), and the caravan you've been guarding these last few tendays is in the queue to enter the port city of Fairhaven, a relatively new city near the Cormyr-Sembia border. It's become a hub of trade for several lands, and the caravan you've been guarding belongs to a shrewd Calishite trader who's been all over The North of late, trading this and that from his homeland, rare and expensive spices, spell components, artworks, and the like. He's going home a very happy man.

"My friends," Abdullah Ben Yousef beams, "You have brought me nothing but the greatest of fortune in this season. You have well earned your pay, and the gratitude of my House."

The Calishite has been very generous, even giving each of you a well-crafted and beautiful weapon of the type you most commonly use in addition to the three hundred golds each for this educational tour of the northlands.

The City Guard of Fairhaven are approving the papers of the traders and farmers traveling to market their goods in the city.

There seems to be some confusion at the gate, as a group of men in white robes begin attacking the Guards at the gate!
 
Fern

Turning to Ishkama 'I wonder what that's all about, I do hope they hurry up and finish their squabbling so we can enter the city, do you think we should lend a hand'

She reached for her short bow which was strung neatly over one shoulder.
 
OOC: Just to let you know, my alignment is CN. HEHe

IC:"Why should we? They wouldn't pay for our help. Besides, why get our hands dirty when they are trained to protect the city."
 
Fern

'It's just a thought, perhaps we could earn a favor or two if we helped out, it doesn't hurt to get on the rightside of the law especially when you're new in town', Fern replied eagerly as she fiddled the feathers of one of her arrows.
 
Arlen

Arlen walks towards Fern and Ishkama...

" Well I have to agree with Ishkama, there is no need to getting ourselves in danger... tha city guard can take care of it... I mean that is their job... I for one need to get a good rest... I need a confortable bed and a nice warm bath... "
 
Fern

'Well you two can sit here in the sun and wait till the gatehouse clears if you like, I'm going down to take a closer look either way I don't see this caravan moving until the disturbance gets resolved'.

Leaving the cleric and fighter to muse, Fern headed towards the front of the caravan queue to get a closer look at the action chatting to other caravan owners as she passed by.

She was curious about these white robed figures, they could just be a group of acolyte magi, on the other hand they could be something more intriquing, besides there seemed to be little else to do at the moment.
 
Narrator

As Fern gets closer to the fracas, she can see that the four City Guards are clearly outmatched by the... quick head count... over sixteen white robed figures. Figures which were moving in a familiar, disturbing way.

The slow, halting, jerky motions of Zombies.

A guard crumpled under the press of the undead, and it seemed the City Guard inside wanted nothing to do with the melee, as he dashed out of sight. The grinding noise of stone on stone hinted at the massive city gates being shut, although they were moving way too slowly to do any good.
 
Abraxas

I step out of the back of the wagon of components & other unusual items after verifying for the thousandth time that nothing had been disturbed.
" Whats going on? Where did Fern go??"

Then I look over & notice the commotion by the gate, & the familiar figure of Fern approaching the chaos.

"Azuth's Blood!, here we go again."
I grab my staff & head over to help Fern.

( no, I don't know they are zombies yet, i haven't looked. He's still pretty new at this mage buisness.)
 
Fern

Realising the situation looked grim for the city guards and yet realising the numbers where too great to engage in close quarter combar she quickly readied her short bow, locking an arrow in place and drawing back the string she steadied her aim targeting one of the zombie closed to the guards. Letting out a shrill war cry in the hope it might attract the attention of the rest of the party and also distract the zombies in the process.

(OOC) - you'll gonna have to advise here SpectreT - combat rounds etc
 
Narrator

OOC: Use your best judgement. They're Zombies. about 12 Hit Points each, immune to Critical Hits, and slower than time. I've unfortunately got work tomorrow for most of the day, so I need to hit the sack soon. If you want to narrate the fight yourselves, go ahead. But please wait for me after you decimate the Zombies.
 
Ralak Arablest

OOC: Assuming im not more than 50ft from someone to hit, if im out of range i just run up to Fern and cover her till Abraxas runs past.

BIC: Ralak jogs to catch up to Fern, and upon seeing Fern sight an arrow in her bow,

Ralak grabs a bullet from his pouch and fits it into his sling, building up momentum with his sling he unleashes the bullet moments after Fern's arrow shoots from her bow, Ralak watches as his bullet bounces harmlessly on the ground a few feet from his target, a slow ambling zombie about to slip under the gate.

While grabbing another bullet Ralak hears the faamiliar twang of Ferns bow as another arrow picks a target. Releasing his bullet as Abraxas runs past him he then shoves his sling into his belt and hefts his staff heading after Abraxas.

"Someone stay with the caravan!" Rakal yells, hoping that someone who hasnt came forward will hear his cry.
 
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Fern

The bow quivered under tension and she loosed her arrow towards her selected target. It arched slightly through the air but her target moved unexpectedly recoiling from a sucessful blow from one of the guards, an caught it in the upper upper arm.

'Shit!', she exclaimed quickly re-arming and loosing her second arrow this time her arrow hit it's mark, impacting between the shoulder blades of the same zombie. '

From the corner of her eye she could see two of her collegues rushing up to join her, the familiar whisssh, whissshing sound of from Ralaks sling as he loosed a bullet towards the zombies. She saw the dust puff up in a small cloud just inches from one of the robed figures.

She could see Abraxas rushing forward, with his staff. 'He surely is going to rush head long into the middle of this'. she thought.
 
Ishkama

"OK, Ralak. I will stay with the caravan. I won't dirty my hands with this." Looking over at Arlen she looks to see if she too will go join in a battle that is not her own.

"Sure, they might need our help, but why take a chance on loosing a battle that is not my own? And like he said, somoene needs to protect the caravan and who else but the best?" She wonders to herself while looking into a mirror making sure her appearance is up to par.

"Well, Arlen, are you gonna stay here or go with them?"
 
Arlen

Arlen looks up to the battle... " I think I will stay with the caravan and help them if they need it... ".

After watching the scene for a moment she speaks again... turning to face Ishkama, " Those white robed attackers sure look strange... dont you think? "
 
"Those white robed figures sure look strange don't you think?"

"Well, Arlen, I can't see their faces well, but they move slow. Not very good fighters to move so slow."

She watches the battle from atop the wagon. "Some guards they are," she thinks, "they are loosing."
 
Fern

Seizing the initiative to fire a second volley of arrows into the first zombie she let 2 further arrow fly. Her first arrow again missing its mark but the second hitting its target squarely in the back of the knee causing it to fall off balance to the floor. The guard that had been assailed by this zombie took the opportunity to cleave its head cleanly from it shoulders sending it rolling several feet as it parted from the body.

She looked around and yelled back towards Arlen and Ishkama who appeared to be debating something 'ZOMBIES!'
 
Ishkama

"Oh, that explains why they are so slow." Ishkama says after she hears Fern yell. "Those guards are loosing to zombies? Geez, it is worse than I thought."
 
Fern

Some of the caravan owners at the front of the caravan appeared to be getting more alarmed, a small number of zombies broke from the main group and started to head towards Fern and Ralak who had joined her.

Sensing a change of tactic was required she stowed her bow, and unhitched her shield from her back, drawing her sword she held it up defiantly in the direction of the approaching undead. 'By the will of Vidar, the righteous will provail', she proclaimed loudly.

Their decaying faces and blank expresionless eyes caused her to shiver slightly. She looked around again to see what her companions were doing.
 
Ishkama

"Geez, they just can't stay out of trouble." Ishkama says as she takes out her longbow. "DO I HAVE TO DO EVERYTHING FOR YOU?"
she yells at Fern and Ralak. She knocks and arrow, soon sending it forward, right through the shoulderblade of a zombie. "Yes!" she mentally commends herself.

Then she knocks another one, this one falling short, really short of hitting Fern. "SORRY!" she yells. "I always fumble it seems." She had had a problem, once hitting a member of the caravan in the back with an arrow once. Her greatest skill was with the long sword but she didn't feel like getting down off the wagon.

She knocks another one and this time hits her target again. He fumbles a few steps, then falls. "YES!"
 
Fern

'WELL HOW GRACIOUS OF YOU TO PULL YOURSELF AWAY FROM YOUR MIRROR', Fern retorted caustically at the fighter, swinging her sword as zombie lunged at her, she missed, blocking it's retaliatory blow with her sheild.
 
Ishkama

OOC: That was too funny!

IC:"Thought you might like that. You sure looked like you needed it." She knocked another arrow. There were now two coming for Ralak and one coming for Fern. She decided to take on on Ralak.

She shot another arrow. This one landed in the zombie's leg, slowing it even more. "You can kill that one now Abraxas!"
 
Fern

Leaning to the side as the zombie lunged at her once more, she thrust her sword towards the monster, she felt the pressure against her wrist as the point successfully connected. The monster's own foward momentum aiding her as felt it pop in to the body and appear though it back. She withdrew the sword and stepped back readying for the follow up.

A head of her she saw another zombie stagger as an arrow impaled its leg, Abraxas was moving in for the kill. She looked around quickly getting her bearings, 2 more zombies were closing slowly on Ralak.

OOC. I thought you'd like that, its good to develop intra party sentiment ;)
 
Ishkama

Ishkama watches as another one falls from the blade of Fern. "Great. She can actually fight instead of being pretty."

Her concentration is distracted as she knocks another arrow. Aiming at one of the two on Ralak she lets loose the arrow as it sinks itself into the zombie's foot. Not doing any damage but pinning him in his spot lest his leg fall off.
 
Fern

The zombie lunged again at her, apparently unaffected by the previous impaling it had recieved and it knocked her sideways.

She shook her head bringing herself back into focus and then swung round in a circle warbling a shrill battle cry attempting to decapitate her opponent. She missed, just glancing the creature as it moved relentlessly towards her. The zombie lashed out again, she stepped back from its attacking arm and again swinging her sword around her head. This time she connected perfectly, crushing it's skull with a dull cracking sound, it's brains spilling out in a pool of white and grey on the sand as it collapsed.

Reaching down she wiped her blade on the robe of the fallen zombie. 'Rest in Peace finally', she whispered at her fallen foe.

She turned and looked for a fresh target.
 
Matt

OOC: sorry... i was really busy yesterday... O.O anywho... time to be IC... :)

IC:
Standing back for a few moments before plunging himself into battle, Matt first studies the undead attackers for a few seconds, then, plucking his bow, rapidly fire off a volly of arrows towards the abominations.
 
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