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Round 2, Initiative 20, Location: J17->L7
Weapon Equipped = Staff
Conditions = none
Hand of the Acolyte = 5/6
Judgements = 1/1
Spells
Cantrips DC 13: Create Water, Detect Magic, Guidance, Stabilize
First Level DC 14 (3/3): Command, Cure Light Wounds
Damvorak tries to jump the stream (double move).
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Damvorak lands with a heavy thud, continuing his momentum onto the far side of the river.
The wild-woman glares at Sad Rock, crying out in surprise and confusion at what kind of creature he might be.
"AAUGH! A ROCK-LIZARD-MAN!!! DIE!!!"
Drawing her scimitar, she lashes out wildly, the edge of her blade grinding against the oread's hard skin . Her defensive maneuver complete, she squints her eyes tightly to stave off the haunting image of Sad Rock's sad frown while backing away into the foilage .
Round 2
20 Damvorak : Leaps, moves to L7
12 Benjamin : Uses extract of shield, growls like an angry badgerman (can move?)
11 Moblyd : Wallops the croc for 8 dmg, drops it
11 Harrol : Cures Moblyd for 9HP (5ft step needed since Moblyd moved)
8 Sad Rock : Disarms the bow from the druid
8- Tavariel : Draws scimitar, crits Sad Rock for 8 dmg, 5ft back
6 Ramli : TBD
Round 3
20 Damvorak :
12 Benjamin :
11 Moblyd :
11 Harrol :
8 Sad Rock :
Now Up: Everyone!
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Round 3, Initiative 20, Location: L7->J5
Weapon Equipped = Staff
Conditions = none
Hand of the Acolyte = 5/6
Judgements = 1/1
Spells
Cantrips DC 13: Create Water, Detect Magic, Guidance, Stabilize
First Level DC 14 (3/3): Command, Cure Light Wounds
Damvorak moves into the underbrush (I presume difficult terrain) and attacks the crazed woman. As he does so he tries to reason with her.
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"Now look here Tavariel. You need to and stop hunting lycanthropes for sport. That sort of behavior is uncalled for."
*thwack!*
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"You need to calm down and give in. We can still save your companion I think, but only if you surrender "
Are you sure that's her? Who else could it be out here?!
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AC 12, touch 12, flat-footed 10
Fort +2, Ref +2, Will +2
CMD: 13
HP: 8/8
Effects: 1 first-level spell
"Blasted nutter. She's as crazy as a rabid badge ... er, hare!"
"Sorry, Benjamin," he mutters at his faux pas.
Hope Benjamin's not rabid...
Realizing there's no point to trying to reason with the woman anymore -- especially after the dwarf killed her pet -- Ramli calls on the arcane power granted by his efreeti ancestors, once more sending a flaming dragon toward his foes, letting it explode in the woman's face.
Fireworks screech from Ramli's outstretched hands, Badgermin's bombs fizzle and explode at the woman's feet, and finally Damvorak steps up and beats some sense into Tavariel. Literally.
Groaning and smelling exceptionally sulfurous, the wild druidess crumples to the ground in a heap of tangled, burnt hair.
"I... oh..."
Your threats require an Intimidate check for your faction mission.
Feel free to make one on your next post as she drops unconscious. Your blow looks like it has basically killed her in one shot. Act quickly.
The elf was well-stocked for hunting lycanthropes.
She carried:
4 scrolls of cure light wounds
20 silver arrows (1 fired at Badgermin)
20 ordinary arrows
leather armor
buckler
scimitar
masterwork composite longbow (+1 Strength)
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Round 4, Initiative 20, Location: L7->J5
Weapon Equipped = Staff
Conditions = none
Hand of the Acolyte = 5/6
Judgements = 1/1
Spells
Cantrips DC 13: Create Water, Detect Magic, Guidance, Stabilize
First Level DC 14 (3/3): Command, Cure Light Wounds
When she crumples, Damvorak casts Stabilize quickly and sets her down on the ground carefully. True to his word, he'll then cast Stabilize on her animal companion as well. If it's still alive, he'll try and haul the crocodile over so they can sleep side by side.
Then he'll help strip the useful gear from her.
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Moblyd stands over the woman while Damvorak attends to her.
"Ye've a way wi' tha' staff, Brother. Nice o' ye ta spare 'er. Poor barmy sod." She helps him prop the woman up, then grunts from her own still considerable injuries. 'N' thank ye fer usin' th' wand on me, li'l one. Tha' axe cut me somethin' fierce."
Damvorak believes he can see the slightest hint of understanding in the elf's eyes before she drops to the ground.
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After departing the river crossing and the wild elf, you all make good time but the looming threat of dusk begins to fuel worry that you may not make it to Briar Henge in time.
Badgermin and Ferretol begin to snort more heavily and everyone can feel the pull of bestial urges at their minds.
Finally, as you break from the forest into a clearing, the thorny walls of Briar Henge can be seen.
This bristling fortress is roughly circular and about 100 feet across. The walls are made from tangled thorn bushes about twelve feet high, although the compound appears to lack a roof. The only break that can be seen in the thick, prickly wall from this approach is a gap about five feet wide and eight feet high.
Hanging ivy covers the doorway, blocking the view into the compound.
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Sad Rock stands over the downed druid understanding her pain, a rocky frown etched on his face.
World so confusing. Pain hurts.
*sigh*
Sad Rock turns away, happy that the woman was spared and helps the rest of the party get across the stream, not mindful of his own injuries until safety is established. Only then will take out his wand of CLW and heal himself.
"bree-GAN!" healing
"bree-GAN!" healing
* * *
Once healed and after Damvorak finishes his work, Sad is ready to move on the Henge.
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Moblyd's bloodshot eyes plead blearily at Harrol until he finally uses her wand to heal her wounds.
Saddened that Damvorak has spared the crocodile and deprived her of good meat, Moblyd nonetheless makes good use of her provisions, cooking up a lunch for the group before they complete the journey to Briarhenge. No doubt there'll be snooty elves or fey folk. Need a full belly fer tha' lot.
Alas, in her impatience to smite the fey, she puts a bit TOO much black pepper in the food, and she undercooks the turnips.
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As the party approaches Briar Henge, Moblyd looks to Ramil for a tap of her armor-wand. "Le's be done wi' these unseelie fiends." She twirls her dorn dergar, comforting herself with the heft of it in her hands.
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Benjamin stows his last bomb and drinks his healing extract instead.
"Maybe we can go around and find another break? Or burn it down."
HP = 15/15
AC/T/F = 15/12/13
Speed = 20'
Weapon Equipped = Longbow
Bombs = 4/4 (1d6+1 DC 13)
Alchemist (Grenadier) Spells Prepared (CL 1):
1
Status Effects = None
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See the preparations to advance frontside, Sad Rocks begs patience.
"Wait. Sad rock not ready."
Hope they don't leave without me.
Sad casts Create Water and sprays himself down.
Sad casts Ice Armor over his armor, creating a frosty breastplate of additional protection.
Sad knocks his chest a few times to make sure the ice is solid before drawing his club and advancing with the team.
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Looking at the fortress, Ramli uses Moblyd's wand on her and, if she has no objections, himself. "Thanks, lass. This way I've got more spells to stop any more beast men in here."
"Let's see if I can do anything about these vines?"
Ramli will as they approach cast prestidigitation to make his voice echo slightly. It's an effect he likes when he's trying to seem even more impressive, if such is possible.
As you approach, Sad Rock sizes up the 12-foot high briar walls.
They appear so tightly woven, some form of magic must've been used in order to accomplish the effect.
They are also exceptionally thorny, and you can tell that if you were to try to wade through them, you'd like be very badly cut. You could try climbing, but also believe it would be nearly impossible to do so unscathed.
Sad Rock isn't sure if he would be able to step through the wall unharmed. They look very pokey. But, he is Sad Rock. It's quite the conundrum.
The poking of the vines results in little more than them swaying slightly.
Sad Rock attempts to walk through the vines and learns that they are quite magical and prevent even those with druidic talents from passing without harm.
However, Sad Rock does believe he could force his way through the vines - he makes it about 1/4th of the way.
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Benjamin:
Damvorak:
Harrol:
Moblyd:
Ramli:
Sad Rock:
??:
Wolfhound:
As Damvorak parts the vines, a path through the tangle of Briar Henge comes into view...
... as does a shaggy wolfhound, back arched in a defensive posture, its lips curled in a vicious growl. It appears ready to leap at the half-orc.
Round 1
24 Benjamin :
20 Sad Rock :
17 ??:
16 Moblyd :
15 Damvorak :
10 Ramli :
7 Harrol :
4 Wolfhound :
Now Up: Benjamin and Sad Rock!
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Round 1, Init 20
Sad Rock pulls his face out of the briars to explain something *very* important to all: "Briars hurt." Briar points to the stinging, bloody scratches in his face as proof.
Good thing I checked.
As for the wolf, Sad will 5' step to N13 and ready to attack if it comes close.
to hit;
damage.
"Back up!" Sad encourages Damvorak and the rest so that the wolf might be surrounded and downed.
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Harrol seizes up as they spot the wolfhound, clenching his teeth as instincts he didn't know he had scream at him to bolt for the nearest burrow.
"Well, they certainly know we've arrived." he manages over the racket, before bowing his head. "Iomedae, keeper of the Halls of Aroden, slayer of the Whispering Tyrant, shield me from my enemies." Harrol will cast shield of faith on himself, readying his six magic stones for battle.
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Round 1, Initiative 15, Location: M15->O13
Weapon Equipped = Staff
Conditions = none
Hand of the Acolyte = 5/6
Judgements = 1/1
Spells
Cantrips DC 13: Create Water, Detect Magic, Guidance, Stabilize
First Level DC 14 (3/3): Command, Cure Light Wounds
Damvorak takes a loooong look at the beast before him, but agrees with Sad Rocks' wisdom. He withdraws, dropping the vines as he does so, to stand next to Sad Rock (O13).
"C'mon pooch. Come try to kill daddy. Come out of your hole you brute!"
for with trip
Sad Rock steps back, preparing to swing his mighty club, while Moblyd swings her in an attempt to distract the wolf from chomping at Damvorak's feet. The half-orc withdraws several steps and prepares to face the beast with the aid of his allies.
Suddenly, floating in the air, a small, fairy-like creature winks into existence and giggles with laughter as twinkling dust floats from her position onto Moblyd like a baker dusting her cupcakes with sugar.
The wolfhound lunges through the vines at the first enemy it can find - Moblyd, and chomps down on her feet instead leaving the poor dwarf wondering why she's always the one being picked on.
Round 1
24 Benjamin : TBD
20 Sad Rock : 5ft to N13, readies attack
17 ??: Defers (easier to judge since some folks posted ahead of this point)
16 Moblyd : Aid another vs wolfhound for Damvorak grants +2 AC
15 Damvorak : Withdraws to O13, vines fall and resume cover on wolfhound
14 Atomie : Appears, casts Reduce Person at Moblyd
10 Ramli : TBD
7 Harrol : Casts Shield of Faith on himself
4 Wolfhound : Advances through vines, bites at Moblyd for 8 dmg
Round 2
24 Benjamin :
20 Sad Rock :
16 Moblyd :
15 Damvorak :
Now Up: Everyone (and Benjamin twice)
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AC 16, touch 12, flat-footed 14
Fort +2, Ref +2, Will +2
CMD: 13
HP: 8/8
Effects: mage armor, 2 first-level spells
"Blast, they're coming in all sizes now!" Ramli curses as he sees the atomie -- his voice echoing oddly.
"Think that's funny, do you? See how you like this?" he says, his voice jovial as if he's encouraging the tiny fey.
He casts again, sending a blazing dragon into the sky above the gourp, where it bursts into sparks that drift lazily down.
The atomie's eyes widen in wonderment as the fireworks zing above her head.
She clasps both hands together in admiration.
"Nicely done! Do that again, sorcerer, and perhaps I will spare you when I'm done with your meddling friends!"
Round 1
The ground rumbles and the vines singe as Benjamin's bomb detonates on the wolfhound, but it still stands.
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Round 2, Initiative 15, Location: O13->L12
Weapon Equipped = Staff
Conditions = none
Hand of the Acolyte = 4/6
Judgements = 1/1
Spells
Cantrips DC 13: Create Water, Detect Magic, Guidance, Stabilize
First Level DC 14 (3/3): Command, Cure Light Wounds
to take 1hp damage
Unable to get a clean attack on the wolfhound, Damvorak moves closer to the flying fey and uses the Hand of the Acolyte to fling his staff at it.
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Mobled takes on the dog like she might take on a peer, pummeling it with her boot and forehead. The poor canine yelps and crumples to the ground, no match for the martial training of the dwarven gal.
The atomie wears a wry grin as she begins to shimmer in and out of sight, turning invisible and waving her menacing tiny rapier at you all.
Then... Damvorak's quarterstaff comes flying from his hands thirty feet into the air and collides with her like something known in far-off circles as a Hermean "Homerun".
As she flits about, losing altitude, she shakes her head as if in a daze before throwing up her tiny hands and calling out in a tiny voice.
"Okay, okay! I surrender! I surrender!"
She effects a tiny bow to you all, a picture of perfect grace and gives her unconscious wolfhound a worried look.
"I owed those druids a favor. I didn't expect to get beat up by a bunch of... Pathfinders! You all better hurry, their ritual's going to be complete any moment!"
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Damvorak shrugs at the small creatures pleas for leniency, My only damage in this fight was friendly fire. I guess no harm done.
He considers healing up his scratch just in case but decides to tough it out. Damvorak again pulls the vines away from the entry with his beloved staff and suggests we go to the left. He'll follow quickly as soon as everyone is through the doorway.
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Sad Rock trials a bit behind the party, trying to find time to fix the ouchies on his face.
Face hurt. No one care.
*sigh*
*sniff*
Sad Rock will move and stow his club.
Then move and draw his wand of CLW.
Then move and activate the wand: "bree-GAN!" healing
Then move and stow the wand.
Then move and re-draw his club.
Sad will hurry to catch up with the others.
*huffa* *puffa* *huffa* *puffa* *huffa* *puffa*
Benjamin:
Damvorak:
Harrol:
Moblyd:
Ramli:
Sad Rock:
??:
This open space is roughly oblong, with three gaps in the thorny walls to the south, west, and north. To the east is a rough wooden table with a leather satchel lying atop it. The table is surrounded by six cut logs planed flat and turned endwise to serve as stools. Two stiff linen banners hang on stands placed along northwest and southwest walls, carefully placed a few inches away from the thorns to prevent tearing.
The two tapestries are coarse linen saturated with beeswax and then dried to render the linen waterproof.
The western banner
The banner between the north exit and the west exit contains a skillfully painted image. The left side of the picture depicts several dejected humans crowded by buildings (mills, inns, houses, and similar structures).
On the right side, as though stepping out from the claustrophobic alleys on the left, are several bestial humanoids, standing tall and proud in an open meadow surrounded by blooming vegetation. This painting has been “improved” by a twig jack, who has scrawled a trio of cavorting stick-figure twig jacks in the background of the meadow.
The eastern banner
The banner between the west exit and the south exit depicts a complicated lunar calendar. The calendar is covered with symbols that depict phases throughout the lunar year.
Ramli notices a book laying face down near one of the logs.
As you pick up the book and examine its contents, you notice it's a well-worn picture book of dyrads in seductive poses.
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Backtracking momentarily...
Prior to entering the henge, Moblyd steps next to Harrol and bends down a bit. Whispering, she says,
'Ave ye some skill wi' farmin', little friend? We've these seeds t' plant. I've little skill with growing food..."
. . . . .
Moblyd keeps her dorn dergar in hand, ready to splinter any twigs or jacks that make their presence known.
Benjamin:
Damvorak:
Harrol:
Moblyd:
Ramli:
Sad Rock:
Enemies:
The atomie, apparently taking a liking to Ramli and his theatrics, smiles back at him and gestures with her hand.
"In parts of Briar Henge deep you'll find -
a druid ritual of the most bestial kind."
As Ramli tucks away the book and the others filter into the room and examine it's contents, under the table a small creature, apparently nothing more than a collection of twigs and branches comes to life.
It moves quickly away towards the far brambles of the room where it disappears as it walks into the wall...
... and then reappears next to Benjamin and Ramli , where it appears ready to do something sinister and fey.
Surprise Round
10 Twigjack : Bramble jumps to P,22
Round 1
17 Moblyd : TBD
16 Sad Rock : TBD
13 Ramli : TBD
10 Twigjack :
8 Benjamin :
7 Harrol :
4 Damvorak :
Now Up: Moblyd, Sad Rock and Ramli.
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AC 16, touch 12, flat-footed 14
Fort +2, Ref +2, Will +2
CMD: 13
HP: 8/8
Effects: mage armor, 2 first-level spells,
"Bloody hell! It's one of those twigjacks!" Ramli exclaims, stepping back. Raising his arm, he sends a jet of fire toward the malevolent little plant.
Five-foot step to northeast
Ray/ranged touch:
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Round 1, Init 17 {>N24}
"Get ye away from me coz, ye sliverin' l'il monster." Full of wroth, Mobled moves to where she has a clear line to the twigjack and spins her dorn dergar out at it.
raging
AC 16 (10 +1 Dex +3 Wis +4 mage armor -2 rage)
CMD 20 (22 grapple)
CMB +4, +6 grapple
HP 20+4/21+4
Fort +9 Reflex +3 Will +7
(+3 v. spells, spell like abilities, poison)
Weapon Equipped unarmed strike & dorn dergar
Rage 2 of 12 rounds used
Stunning Fist 0 of 1 used