William will hang on to james as he swiftly moves.
Steam begins to curl from the mouth of the turtle. Then, with a whistling roar a huge pressurised gout blasts from its mouth. It scours the flesh from the bones of the lizardmen caught in the blast at the front of the camp, and rips off the front of the camp hut. Debris flies everywhere and the hut begins to lean alarmingly.
The blackscale takes advantage of the explosion to strike out at Cole.
Nalverren moves forward an additional 30ft and draws his bow.
Rehil Reflex save ... daamge
Grazzat Reflex save ... daamge
Rehil is struck in the back by debris as he looks at the shore for more threats. Turning he sees the dragon turtle through the rent open wall.
Bokehn and Grazzat are going to block the bridge. Another route is called for.
The elf quickly pulls himself into the window and leaps toward shore. As he drops toward the water he holds his bow high, hoping to preserve the string from wetting.
Long jump Acrobatics (works out to about 7' from a standing start) Rehil's goal is to reach shore as quickly as possible.
Soften fall Acrobatics (When you deliberately fall any distance, even as a result of a missed jump, a DC 15 Acrobatics skill check allows you to ignore the first 10 feet fallen,)
The devastation behind Cole is lost in his more immediate fight for survival against the massive lizard-warrior. The club crashes down on his previously-injured shoulder, but his plating holds… barely. It drives him nearly to the ground, dropping him below the creature’s follow-up bite… which over-extends the lizard-man.
Cole seizes on the opening, hewing his thick blade into the creature’s exposed side.
Rehil lands in the water. He keeps his feet, but he sinks in the soft lake bed up to his knees, the water reaching his chest.
Cole swings his sword in a do-or-die scything sweep. He rips open the blackscale's belly and disembowels it. The lizardman thuds to the earth.
Grazzat waits for Bokehn to run the gangway to shore. Then the oversized lizardman squeezes through the door and makes his own way to the bank.
****
Rehil wades through the deep muck. He gratefully accepts the spear when offered and pulls himself toward the bank. "Thanks, Wultram."
The group hurriedly make their way to shore. The dragon turtle clambers over shattered timbers towards the ruined shacks, its cold reptilian eyes looking at the adventurers with detached curiosity. A track leading into the forest, under the circumstances, looks extremely inviting.
"Well, perhaps you lot ought to get away from the water for a bit. I'm off this way."
With that, Nalverren heads down the path a ways to get out of the range of the turtle and far enough back that he would have time to flee should the turtle decide to leave the water.
"Yes we should leave and come back in a few hours in order to see what we can recover or salvage. Then our boss can tell us what he wants to do. Do we head for the previous camp or for the next one?" add william looking for a peice of wood that he could use a a club like weapon.
The group head hurriedly into the relative safety of the jungle. The crashing sounds of the dragon turtle demolishing the camp behind them fade into the distance. After beating their way through the undergrowth by the lake shore they emerge into the cathedral-like space under the canopy of the towering trees.
Small as in smaller side of medium size or small as in small size?
A mud-plastered elf trails the others down the narrow track into the jungle. He can't see much past Portforged's back, and he spends at least half the time looking behind himself anyway.
When they reach the broad clearing at the end of the trail, Rehil whistles. After the dense thickets surrounding the track, the wide spaces between the giant tree-trunks look like free fire zones. Almost unconsciously his hand reaches to his quiver and counts the arrows remaining. He regrets his profligate waste of arrows earlier, and the backpack he left on the boat.
He looks around at the others, ". Looks like we all made it."
Then his eyes focus on the new human. ".. and our numbers grow."
"ah yes, Hello. What brings you to beautiful, exotic Xen'drik? Name's Nalverren." he says with a smirk.
"The will of Bokehn," Rehil announces while nodding his head at the putative leader. "And entirely too little pay."
~awkward pause~
"ah, I see. I'm a prospector myself, but something's got the lizardfolk stirred up. Makes my life miserable. Any idea what's gotten into them?"
The big elf shakes his head. "Bokehn, or Grazzat might have an idea, but the rest of us were hired because the lizard folk are stirred up. We don't know much except that now we're -- in a difficult position."
"Wouf! Grrrrr, Wouf ! Grrrr" James look in a certain direction
"Well it does appear that they ransacked this outpost, and yes we have no idea why they are on a path to war"
"Well, everything matters" Nalverren offers by way of rebuttal.
".If knowing gave us leverage with the lizardmen it would matter. Otherwise the most important fact is downriver is that way."
"I suppose. Where are you all headed? I was kinda stranded when the lizardfolk went berserk."
" well we are hired guard for that man over there and he was touring different camps picking up and dropping different crates. Now i think the game plan is just to make it out alive." says william
" Wouf ! "
The adventurers pause for a moment to catch their breath and reassess, and to eye the surprise new arrival. But they get no respite as arrows begin to hiss through the trees. Small lizardfolk lurk among the dark boles. "Poisondusk!" yells Bokehn, grabbing for his weapons.
N20
P17
Surprise round:
Seeing the small figures and incoming arrows, Rehil yells, "Take cover!" and dashes for the log to the west. As he goes he draws an arrow and fits it to his bowstring.
space L17 (trying to take cover from that tree)
Q18
Cole—who’d only said a few words about his missing hammer since cleaning the gore of the huge lizard-man from his heavy blade and following the team away from the giant turtle—only impassively watches the exchange with the new human. His ocular orbs seem to be occupied with something back among the trees.
Portforged, realizing that the lizardfolks were out of its range, ran around its allies towards the poisendusks.