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The body of a merchant noble washes up at the Docks in the Baldur's Gate Harbor. The Flaming Fist publicly report that it was an accident. However, for the coming days Fist are seen harassing any suspected Teiflings in the area, and anyone with pronounced bumps on their heads, cleft foots, or excessively dark or reddish complexions.
One of the Fist at the scene finds a tooth laying in a small red puddle on the docks. He picks it up and shrugs, tossing it off the docks into the water below.The nobles of Baldur's Gate are abuzz about the recent death of a noble fished out of the Docks of Baldur's Gate. Rumors abound that a teifling snuck into his offices at the merchant league the day of his murder, warning him that his life was in danger.
The Fist had apprehended this teifling, questioned him, but released him before the body was found. While publicly pronouncing the death an accident - drinking on the docks at night and falling into the water to drown in a stupor - Fist soldiers spend the next several days 'shaking-down' tieflings and cripples throughout the city.
As the chaos of war descends, bodies from both sides begin to litter the ground, The palisade lost to the treacherous mercenaries from Soubar the defenders call for retreat. They fallback to the northern bridge and hold their, skirmishing with the forces that follow.* The two archers stood together until the end, a hail of arrows launched from their bows. Suddenly, there are attackers behind them. Mercenaries paid to aid the defense turn on their former allies. Swords slash. Metal clangs. Wood shatters. One recalls something her mother told her many winters past, "Trust is the biggest liability of all." Pain. Falling. Nothing…
Hours after the battle, the vile victors pull two females, a barbarian human and moon elf, from the wreckage that was once the stairs into the hilltop fort of Triel. They were strangely clinging together in their apparent deaths. The brutes of the Dark Horde failed to notice both are barely alive, each flirting with her last breath, then not.
The river was stained red with the blood of the fallen. The two women were unceremoniously tossed into the cold water along with other former citizens and defenders of Triel. The barbarian's fur-lined leathers naturally protect her from the wet and cold of the distant north and now protect her from the river's cold waters. She easily floats to the surface. Her partner however is weighed down by her metal armor. After a few moments in the water, she struggles to breathe before the river finishes what the Horde started. Hands clasp. Air. Life.
Elven Perspective:Atlas wrote: Many of the Elves and such did survive this however having moved over away from the main hill-fort and over to the stone bridge and away from these super powered brigands.
Orcs begin swarm. Elves remain in reserve and launch volleys of arrows. Then catapult bombardment. Elves move into double back west around the fort and begin flanking maneuver. The first elven scout moves out and begins opening a volley on Orcs to draw their attention, hoping to lead them into an elven ambush.
Scout sees Soubar Merc Crossbowmen in pathway to fort, runs back to elven archer line formed up to ambush. "Zhentarim have entered the fort!!", then all the elves come rushing around. "Hold your position!", lol that didn't work
Everyone runs into the fray,a quarter of them are cut down in the lag and chaos. Suddenly three freaking war trolls start stomping in. "Fall back", this time all the survivors listened, I don't think they even waited. They moved to the bridge desperately rushing to form up. Many of them began casting grease, web, fire wall and evards black tentacles.
The three war trolls brambled toward them and my character straifed one of them with arrows, getting it to follow him back to the village. Dipped out into hips to leave it stranded there snuck through the carnage and back to the bridge where the defenders were battling desperately with great effect to slow the behemoths with area spells but it wouldn't stop their advance.
I came up from behind and held ones attention long enough while the other continued after the force of mostly Dharashans. To her credit, Reyle Windchaser took the same tactic, sneaking behind the other to frustrate it's advance. The combined spellpower of Deacon and another mage took it down.
I let the last one go (my character didn't have any damaging effect) and it started for the others. Reyle, brave as she was, crept too close on sneak attacking. Now, Mendel began a series of brave runs to cut into, expose the beast, lower it's AC and move out of the way. Everyone began a dance around it, firing spell, slashing, firing volleys and slowly dwindling it down.
Mendel got to close and went down but the 2nd beast was mortally wounded and a giant blast of acid took it down by Deacon. We had just enough time to raise Mendel when the third one slowly crept back onto the screen. That is when the funniest part of the whole day happened! Deacon, being the bravest little bastard of all time, runs up to it and casts a spell to slow it. The beast nails Deacon for like 90 HP and he scurried off yelling, "OWWIE!!!". Who the he'll has time to type that out and not die
We began our dance again, darting in to expose, fire off many shot, cast spells and each taking a turn to frustrate it's path. The last one went down to Mendel, Lais, Shyn, Deacon and many others in a great combined effort. It truly was a great thing to see and we even rejoiced when it fell. But then we heard and saw the masses of Orcs and moved to form a line on the north bridge.
The rest will be covered in an IC post but I have to say, for killing 3 overpowered killing machines, I think that was awesome and a testament to tactics ruling the day. To bad the rest of it sucked for us
It's the little things, like Deacon yelling OWWIE when probably getting punted over a barn that You have to laugh about
