Assault from the ruins...

[ascieszl]

Ibubesi toss him a ceramic bit.

[Coden Rokos (Jesse H.)]

Calidane is still confused, trying to get some look at what's going on out there. He's never seen these "grays" before and doesn't know what to expect.

[Skrye [AC3; 48/48HP]]

- Valmera is also out of her comfort zone and listens to the plans

[Niachi]

Moktli grunts back:

"We gonna help, bruv. I know 'bout some deadbois."

He sheathes 1 axe and makes the universal coin gesture.

"Mokka on front line. (thumbing at the PCs) Them's go where they want to. 40 ceramics a head an' if heads still bitey, I kick their teeth out. Torches been good for this, but I careful not burnin' down the place. Not like Gosga's Camp." He looks sad for a moment.

To the other PCs:
"Deadbois hate fire. Impact maybe better than cutting? (as he looks at his axes)

[Attilius]

Aug 22, 2021 8:03:50 GMT -12 Niachi said:

To the other PCs:
"Deadbois hate fire. Impact maybe better than cutting? (as he looks at his axes)

Hawkings looks disappointedly at his tortoise blades with his closed lips pushed out "OK, LEEEEEETS GO!" he exclaims excitedly, hopping from one foot to the other in anticipation

[ascieszl]

" Ibubesi will also put the unliving to rest for 40 cp a head..."

He looks at his spear, sighs, and stows it. Then he pulls a club from his pack and whistles.

With a gesture forwards and the word "Come!" the two Kirre that have been hanging back from the group surge up to pad alongside the priest.

[Niachi]

Moktli sees the halfling and makes a backhand punch to the air, showing how the T Blade's compact shield could also be an impact weapon.

[Skrye [AC3; 48/48HP]]

- A bit unsettled by the lay out of the present events, Valmera takes her short sword in hand and follows the others - I follow you - nods to Moktli. She doesn't go into the first line but a bit behind

[Attilius]

Aug 22, 2021 17:32:43 GMT -12 Niachi said:

Moktli sees the halfling and makes a backhand punch to the air, showing how the T Blade's compact shield could also be an impact weapon.

"Good thinking!" pipes Hawkings

[DM Bob]

The kirre are currently caged somewhere "off camera" as bringing them to an inn would have not been an option.

The flurry of activity is to the south, following the still solid outer wall. The street is serviceable, if a bit bent and slightly upheaved in places. Imagine a poorly settled sidewalk. The ancients had techniques of preparing stone that rivaled what existed now. It's been posited that they mixed something with certain sands that then hardened, like pottery without the need to fire. Perhaps the Sun was hot enough for their forgotten techniques... and surely there couldn't have been that much free water to fashion such wonders.

The quiet broken homes, businesses and ruin follow what look to be blocks... those who have been to Balic, Tyr or Nibenay would have a better chance imagining what the place looked like in life. Behind and to your right, four broken towers can be seen where the ground rises... perhaps a mile or so away. Some closer buildings, those in better shape, occasionally have guards running out following the general alarm.

The grey dwur yells something out to a few other dwarves that then join his pace.

"The drums make me think the threat's a mile up and affer the turn, near the gate, but maybe a bit sooner! Eyes open, blades out!"

After a half mile from the bridge, the wall and road cut right.

Still no wagons or fight in sight. You're keeping pace with the strange dwarf... unless you wish to overtake his pace. darksuncelikgoldrush.obsidianportal.com/maps/128928

[Coden Rokos (Jesse H.)]

Calidane keeps pace with the crew, staying in the second or third rank. The potter is clearly a bit nervous about getting into a fight with an unknown foe, but he is wearing armor and carrying weapons...

[Attilius]

Hawkings heaves in large gulps of air as his little legs try their best to keep pace. His pink hair feathers bouncing up and down like some prehistoric parrot
"Running sucks!" he says to no one in particular

[Sambar/Berf]

Sambar rejoins the procession toward the bridge. Feeling the impending fight up ahead, his instinctive senses begin to make the small crest on his head tingle slightly. He draws his short sword (that one's for you, Jess) and moves to the middle of the pack, staying to the side to take advantage of any cover that may present itself.

[ascieszl]

Aug 24, 2021 9:32:55 GMT -12 DM Bob said:

The kirre are currently caged somewhere "off camera" as bringing them to an inn would have not been an option.

(Oh. I thought maybe they were just outside. Was it close enough to have just gotten them quickly?)

[DM Bob]

(Sure, but I'll tell you when you're able to post as you catch up. Concerning the pets.)

Another few minutes of jogging occurs before you see two double mekillot drawn wagons sporting House Maraneth flags... darksuncelikgoldrush.obsidianportal.com/items/house-maraneth-s-flag the large wood and bone framed ones with a roof and room for men to lodge within. Troops within are firing off arrows to the north into a strand of stone and adobe brick ruins. A mass of 30 guards is arriving just before you. And that's when you see the threat.

Thin, slate colored ghoulish humanoids, some small with pointed ears and of wisps of beards and others bearing more human features have poured out from a few sly alleys. They wield a motley of strange weapons. Some carry rocks and bricks. Others have lengths of wood, perhaps once timber or frames from buildings or vehicles. Others carry weapons that seem to be reclaimed from past battles with Maraneth. Bone javelins, clubs and stone hatchets.

They seem to attack in a fluid motion - as if one-minded, and then fall back to the narrow streets and doorways. It appears that sometime before you arrived, that they had damaged one of the lead wagon wheels.