After rescuing Rognvald Skagni from an abandoned brewery in Whitethrone, the party discovers that, a senior Shadowlodge agent and several retainers have journeyed toward the lands of the Mammoth Lords to recover a powerful weapon.
M Halfling (Fleet of Foot) | Swashbuckler (Mouser) 5/Halfling Opportunist 1 | HP: 46/46 | AC:26* T:17 FF:20* | CMB:+9 CMD:23* | F:+5 R:+12 W:+4, +2 vs fear | Init:+7 | Per:+11, SM: +4 | Panache 3/3; Charmed Life +3, 2/3; Mantle of the Black Rider (CHA+2) 1/1 | Speed 30' | +1 rapier +14 (1d4+7/+5 Precision/15-20) | darkwd longbow +12 (1d6/×3) | *Active: Barkskin
Jamir smiles faintly as he reads Haltani's note. Unbelievable, except that I am certain it is true. The winter witches of Irrisen always have something brewing in their cauldrons.
"Well met, friend Mythryndyr," the halfling says with a bow. "I am Jamir Montajay, of the Cassomir Montajays, and my primary skills are stabbing our adversaries and talking our way out of trouble. Or into trouble, depending on the mission."
Craggark wrote:
Craggark laughs at Myth’s words. ”Oh, I was just irked by Jamir’s description of my skill set, really.” He turns to Jamir and says with mock pendaticism: ”There are some that would say that I am a skilled diplomat.”
"Is that what you call it, my friend? Diplomacy? How interesting! Of course, you're the party diplomat. I shall remember that the next time I wish to subtly inform a stranger in hostile territory that he is badly outmatched as well as outnumbered. 'Yes, here is our wizard, our bomber, our scimitar-swinging priest, and most terrifying of all, our DIPLOMAT! Run away!"
The halfling chuckles at the idea. As Jawhar begins preparing his coffee, Jamir sidles up to Mythryndyr.
"Be careful if he offers you any of that bitter Qadiran sludge. It's warm enough for a winter drink, but I swear there is hardly any alcohol in it at all!"
As he hears Craggark inserting his foot deeply into his own mouth, Jamir positions himself carefully, so that Mythryndyr is between him and Craggark in a line with Lia on the far end, just in case she decides to set fire to something more than a rented bedsheet. He catches Torvald’s eye and motions the dwarf to take a few steps back.
Male Human Cleric 3 | HP 18/18 | AC 17 T 10 FF 17 | Fort 5 Ref 2 Will 7 | CMB +4 CMD 14 | Init +0 Perc +3 (Ioun Torch) Effects: None | Channel (2d6) 5/5 | Rebuke Death (1d4+1) 4/6 | Touch of Glory (+3) 4/6
Analia Frostburn wrote:
"So, about our current mission... what are your thoughts on it Myth?"
Jawhar laughs loudly.
"Quite right, My Lady Speaker. Let us not dwell on the divine miracle of Craggark actually doing work in the morning.
Yes, let's discuss the quest."
Finishing his small plate of food, Jawhar pours himself another cup of coffee and holds the pot out for others who need a refill.
Leaning forward dramatically and peering intently at Mythryndyr.
"The mystery of The Dawnflower's will has been made known to us. Months of constant torturous cold, betrayal, evil witches, goblins at every turn, and even.... a DRAGON!
Forced to carry a heavy burden from country to country in search of the legendary lost historian of the Society, we finally found him being tortured in the basement of a Shadowlodge facility. While Jamir and I lay insensate and helpless at the bottom of a fiendish pit trap, Craggark here almost single-handedly cleared the Shadowlodge of all defenders with Lia's magics and Torvald's bombs harrying them from the flanks.
With the historian and many other slaves freed, we set in to lick our wounds. That is when Sarenrae cleared the veils of wisdom and showed the Historian the path to the fabled holy relic that will be our quest."
Jawhar looks around, casting his eyes to see if any Shadowlodge agents may have sneaked up behind him, then casts his voice low.
"Jadrek's Shard, a flaming axe of great reknown in these lands. Hidden in the Keep of the Huscarl King, and then lost to time.
The Shadowlodge identified this relic as an opportunity to boost their own standing and to embarrass the Society. But, you see... they are digging in the wrong place!
Using the Headpiece of the Staff of Ra research materials that we carried for weeks, the Historian was able to draw us a map that will lead us directly to the Keep, where we will rescue this holy weapon and assure it does not fall into the hands of the Shadow Lodge."
Jawhar pauses, and leans back.
"So, are you in? Do you have what it takes to serve a Goddess's call?"
Craggark moves to argue Jawhar's insult, but then quiets as Lia lays a hand on his arm. He then manages a quietly-satisfied 'Hmmph' when Jawhar compliments his melee skills and focuses on Jawhar's skilful retelling of their current mission.
Myth looks to Lia. "M'lady, I was going to ask you as I was not given the details of your quest...only that you might be in need of another Pathfinder..."
The half-Elf listens intently as Jawhar details the history and background of their mission. He nods to the cleric. "A worthy venture indeed. Aye, count me in...you have my bow..."
The Ulfen have a saying: “No blade is as sharp, no demon as cruel as the winds that walk their way down the Icestair.” At the border of Irrisen and the untamed wilds of the Realm of the Mammoth Lords, the meaning of those words becomes clear as the barren, snow-covered plains stretch to the horizon. Four days’ travel now lies between the eastern edge of Irrisen and the shattered remains of the Huscarl King’s keep. To the east, sinuous snow drifts give way to rocky foothills from which pines and scrub brushes claw for life. In the distance, the massive creatures that give this land its name shuffle along at a ponderous speed, still impossibly huge even from far away.
Skagni’s map marks a clear and straightforward path, but the snow makes for slow travel. The Shadow Lodge agents have a head start, but persistence through the harsh environment and adherence to the strict map may yet make it possible to catch them before they reach the Keep of the Huscarl King and gain access to the mighty weapon held within.
Let's make knowledge local and History checks (without taking '10') for everybody (even those untrained). Also since it's the first day, let's have survival checks (resist cold weather) for today's hike from everybody as well.Also you'll need to let me know if you "force March" and you'll need to make the appropriate con. rolls+ an additional Fort sav vs. cold (second Fort. Save is DC:16 instead of DC:15)
I'm assuming that I still get a +2 to Knowledge Local checks based on my background? If not, then, subtract 2 from my skill checks. Aren't we using Endure Elements from the wand?
I'm assuming that I still get a +2 to Knowledge Local checks based on my background? If not, then, subtract 2 from my skill checks. Aren't we using Endure Elements from the wand?
no u aren’t using endure elements, it reserved for particularly cold weather. ( you only have 36 charges) Jawhar and I had a lengthy back and forth on the discussion thread about the topic of when he wants to spam endure elements. Suggest you refer to that, and consult with Jawhar if you think changes need to be made. Also you all need to remember to add any bonuses that are not cold weather gear related to your fort save when you are called on to make it. ( you mentioned you have a +4 racial bonus for instance Craggark) also you may all make survival checks like craggark to give yourself an extra +2 bonus to the save. For fun I will roll craggark’s save now to show you how the bonuses stack ( he can reroll if I don’t make it )
Regarding background yes u get the + 2 if it’s related to the north you may also make a knowledge history check untrained craggark fort resist cold:1d20 + 5 + 4 + 2 ⇒ (12) + 5 + 4 + 2 = 23
Male Human Cleric 3 | HP 18/18 | AC 17 T 10 FF 17 | Fort 5 Ref 2 Will 7 | CMB +4 CMD 14 | Init +0 Perc +3 (Ioun Torch) Effects: None | Channel (2d6) 5/5 | Rebuke Death (1d4+1) 4/6 | Touch of Glory (+3) 4/6
You can only make the survival check if you are moving half speed. I don't think we want to slow down to 10ft speed for overland... If the wand runs out, I think we will be doing this at the end of the march, but probably don't want to do it yet. We can take care of frost bite, etc at the end of the day.
Lia is casting Endure Elements from her own list each day on herself. She learned from the last excursion and her chilled bones, to always use it in this area, even if it is far warmer than where she is from. I also just put in the discussion tab that realistically speaking, since this is a round trip, Lia should/would have picked up a wand of endure elements for 2 Prestige. If it's to late for that np though and I will cross it off.
Know Local:1d20 + 8 ⇒ (17) + 8 = 25 Know History:1d20 + 8 ⇒ (12) + 8 = 20 Survival(Giving bonus to help others):1d20 + 4 ⇒ (13) + 4 = 17 She can give her +2 Fort Save bonus to two other people with her 17, so she picks Jawhar and Torvald since he hasn't rolled yet. I agree with Jawhar that we shouldn't slow to 10 but I rolled it anyway.
I'll let you all hash it out on the discussion thread as to how you'll handle the cold. As for today everyone except Jawhar Myth and Craggark passed(I'll roll for Torvald). I won't include the survival rolls because I know you don't want to half your speed.(most likely how you'll gain ground on your adversaries)
Fyi at the end of your 5th day your 118 miles from your destination The keep of the Huscarl King fort resist cold Torvald:1d20 + 5 + 5 ⇒ (4) + 5 + 5 = 14 non lethal cold dmg Jawhar:1d6 ⇒ 4 non lethal cold dmg Torvald:1d6 ⇒ 1 non lethal cold dmg Jamir:1d6 ⇒ 3
You have another productive day trudging through the Tundra. However Both Jawhar, Jamir, and Torvald are feeling a bit more worn and chilly than the others. After camp is set up they all, decide to take an hour to rest and recover in the tents before going on to their other task. Jawhar channels once they are warm channel:1d6 ⇒ 2 and then again to fully recover. After an hour they all feel alright and join the others in the larger tent for an evening meal and conference.
The topic soon turns to your mission and ultimate goal. Everyone shares a bit of what they know about the area and what Skagni taught them about the Prize they are going after. Analia is particularly a fountain of information when she produces provides translations to some of the more commonly used symbols and motifs among the Snowmask Clan.The make-shift scroll is scrawled onto the inner side of a long strip of mammoth pelt. She explains that it was a gift from one of the handlers that smuggled them out of Irrisen.
What topics you went over:
An Ulfen warrior once carved out a small
“kingdom” for himself in the western regions of the Realm of the Mammoth Lords, earning loyalty from local Kellid tribes. The Ulfen warrior Ranulf was known as the Huscarl King, as he had once served as one of the Emperor of Taldor’s personal guards. After he established his keep, it was attacked by a powerful white dragon who the Huscarl defeated in a battle so fierce that legends claim Ranulf ’s beard was frozen during the fight. Despite ruling for almost 30 years after the battle, Ranulf died with no heir.
Ranulf was known for his flaming greataxe, Jedrek’s Shard. Rumors persist that it was buried with him at his death when his Kellid followers caused an avalanche to cover the keep under a mountain of ice, rock, and snow, but the retreat of a glacier has now made the tomb accessible again for those brave enough to venture through Snowmask territory.
The denizens of the Realm of the Mammoth lords are Kellids, considered primitive by many in the InnerSea, but respected for their hardiness.Your route goes through the domain of a Kellid tribe called the Snowmask Clan. Unlike many of the other migratory Kellid tribes, this clan has never abandoned its territory.The Kellids of the Snowmask Clan are cunning
warriors, favoring ambush whenever possible. Their familiarity with the region allows them to use terrain and natural features to their advantage.
Among the Kellid tribes of the Realm of the Mammoth Lords, the Snowmask Clan is known for members’ appreciation of great stories. One of their hospitality rituals is sharing tales with any who would be their guests. Failing to participate in this custom is a grave offense. Additionally, they rely on cave paintings to record the history of their tribe.
After your evening meal it's time to clean up, bring the donkey in, and begin guard duty. Jamir and Analia take first watch.
Jamir fort cold:1d20 + 4 + 2 + 5 + 3 ⇒ (2) + 4 + 2 + 5 + 3 = 16DC:15 Jamir fort cold:1d20 + 4 + 2 + 5 + 3 ⇒ (5) + 4 + 2 + 5 + 3 = 19DC:16 Jamir fort cold:1d20 + 4 + 2 + 5 + 3 ⇒ (7) + 4 + 2 + 5 + 3 = 21DC:17
Jamir again endures guard duty with little trouble and heads off to bed. Analia with her magic is more than adequately protected so she moves to wak up Myth and Jawhar when her guard duty is up.
survive Jawhar:1d20 + 6 ⇒ (12) + 6 = 18 fort Jawhar:1d20 + 4 + 5 + 2 ⇒ (13) + 4 + 5 + 2 = 24DC:15 fort Jawhar:1d20 + 4 + 2 + 5 ⇒ (6) + 4 + 2 + 5 = 17DC:16 fort Jawhar:1d20 + 4 + 2 + 5 ⇒ (19) + 4 + 2 + 5 = 30DC:17 fort Jawhar:1d20 + 4 + 2 + 5 ⇒ (8) + 4 + 2 + 5 = 19DC:18
survive Myth:1d20 + 1 ⇒ (20) + 1 = 21 Myth fort :1d20 + 2 + 5 + 2 ⇒ (7) + 2 + 5 + 2 = 16DC:15 Myth fort cold:1d20 + 2 + 5 + 2 ⇒ (9) + 2 + 5 + 2 = 18DC:16 Myth fort cold:1d20 + 2 + 5 + 2 ⇒ (4) + 2 + 5 + 2 = 13DC:17 Myth fort cold:1d20 + 2 + 5 + 2 ⇒ (7) + 2 + 5 + 2 = 16DC:18 non lethal cold Myth:2d6 ⇒ (5, 5) = 10
Jawhar does fine on his guard duty but Myth finds the experience more un-pleasant. Jawhar channels twice more to help Myth recover. channel:2d6 ⇒ (2, 2) = 4 Lastly it's Torvald and Craggark's turn at guard duty.
Come morning everyone is fine but Myth and Torvald are a little numb from last night's guard duty. (remember Myth also healed 3hp for resting, so he's only has -3hp non-lethal as does Torvald) Jawhar could channel to get rid of it or wait. your choice.
M Halfling (Fleet of Foot) | Swashbuckler (Mouser) 5/Halfling Opportunist 1 | HP: 46/46 | AC:26* T:17 FF:20* | CMB:+9 CMD:23* | F:+5 R:+12 W:+4, +2 vs fear | Init:+7 | Per:+11, SM: +4 | Panache 3/3; Charmed Life +3, 2/3; Mantle of the Black Rider (CHA+2) 1/1 | Speed 30' | +1 rapier +14 (1d4+7/+5 Precision/15-20) | darkwd longbow +12 (1d6/×3) | *Active: Barkskin
lucklesshero wrote:
Among the Kellid tribes of the Realm of the Mammoth Lords, the Snowmask Clan is known for members’ appreciation of great stories. One of their hospitality rituals is sharing tales with any who would be their guests. Failing to participate in this custom is a grave offense. Additionally, they rely on cave paintings to record the history of their tribe.
"That will work out brilliantly! Story-telling, what could be more appropriate for our little group as a means of persuasion? I could tell the tale of the time Cayden's herald, Thaïs, and the goddess Milani, disguised as Cheliaxian rebels, defeated a platoon of Hellknights and left them tied up without their armor in the center of town. Oh, or the one about the time when Cayden and his dog, Thunder, were out hunting and Thunder chased after a bird Cayden thought was a pheasant but turned out to be a roc! Or maybe the story of the time my friends and I borrowed the governor's cousin's pleasure barge, and ..." he looks around the tent at the others, then shakes his head. "Maybe not that one. And Lia must have stories of magical creatures! And Torvald can tell stories of the dwarven heroes of old! Jawhar, you must tell them of the deeds of the Dawnflower, who is probably almost unknown this far north, as rare it is for them to bask in her warmth! And Craggark, you can tell them stories of ... of... opening up new markets for ice peppers, of course!"
The halfling turns excitedly to Myth. "And Mythryndyr, our new friend, what stories will you tell?"
Myth, still a bit cold from watch duty, smiles at the halfling....
"Perhaps I'll tell the story of a carnival...with a magnificent Sphinx, that wasn't...and a secretive and murderous guild that almost brought down a town..."
Craggark seems to be in a good mood this morning, humming a tuneless song as he breaks down camp. "It's bracing, that's what it is! Good to get into some NATURALLY cold weather!"
He doesn't seem to notice the long expressions directed at him.
"How'd you fare, Myth? Where are you from, anyway? I'll bet they don't have cold like this there, eh?"
Myth smiles and shakes his head. "Aye, we had not cold like this in the Barrowood...but it's been many years since I called that home...twas a bit colder in the Menador Mountains, where I spent a year in captivity, but still it was nothing compared to this kind of cold..."
Male Human Cleric 3 | HP 18/18 | AC 17 T 10 FF 17 | Fort 5 Ref 2 Will 7 | CMB +4 CMD 14 | Init +0 Perc +3 (Ioun Torch) Effects: None | Channel (2d6) 5/5 | Rebuke Death (1d4+1) 4/6 | Touch of Glory (+3) 4/6
"I think I would lead off with a simple recounting of a trade meeting between goat herds and Djinn from the Padishah Empire. The entire setup will seem entirely fantastical, especially the part where the lead negotiator traded all of the goats in exchange for a wish, the granting of which caused him to be turned into a goat and thus included in the sale."
He looks around at the expressions of the others. "I swear! I heard about it from someone who was there!"
When it comes time for story telling, my Touch of Glory gives a +2 bonus now. I will cast that liberally, so feel free to include the bonus whenever you think I'd be able to cast it without causing a battle
OK cold weather stuff settled.
Your journey is tough but, you're making steady progress. On the seventh day of your journey there's even a bit of a heat wave as temperatures rise in to the mid forties during the day and drop to just below freezing at night. The heat melts the snow off the tops, of a lot of low bushes. You also, learn to stay clear of fir tree's branches, as vibrations from your party passing beneath, often mean a great deal of snow being dropped on you.
About the middle of the 9th day the snow begins to thicken again. Not because recent snowfall but, because you feel you are gradually increasing your elevation relative to sea level. Sometime after mid-day the thick cluster of pine trees you were ends abruptly at the top of a
low hill. At the bottom, the snow is littered with the aftermath of battle. Broken shields and spears jut from the snow like fractured bones, and blood colors the ground around a sprawl of bodies, many still seemingly locked in combat.
"How awful! Do you think anyone is left alive down there? We really should check." Eyeing Craggark she adds, "Don't rush in though, or you could be mistaken for an enemy."
Male Human Cleric 3 | HP 18/18 | AC 17 T 10 FF 17 | Fort 5 Ref 2 Will 7 | CMB +4 CMD 14 | Init +0 Perc +3 (Ioun Torch) Effects: None | Channel (2d6) 5/5 | Rebuke Death (1d4+1) 4/6 | Touch of Glory (+3) 4/6
Perception:1d20 + 3 ⇒ (15) + 3 = 18
"Alive? Doubtful, though I can check when we get closer.
The pattern of the ice seems to make a cone shape emanating from the battle. Combined with the figures being frozen mid-battle, do you think an ice spell could have been used?
"Don't rush in though, or you could be mistaken for an enemy."
"Of course I wouldn't rush in. What kind of a fool --- do I have something on my butt? Did I sit in that caribou spoor from last night?" Craggark turns in a circle, trying to see the back of his pants.
As soon as Craggark answers her, Lia herself starts off toward the bodies for inspection, completely ignoring her own advice.
"Oohh! Look at these weapons! And look at this armor! The pattern in the snow does indicate a direction, but a dragon breathing away from the dead and not toward them? I think your first guess is the more likely answer. Perhaps even several ice spells. I wonder who they were?"
As she picks her way through the bodies, she counts up the different warriors, and tries to make heads or tails of the different sides. Were there two different sides to this battle, or even three or more? I wonder...
As if suddenly realizing something, she takes out and activates her wand of mage armor.
M Halfling (Fleet of Foot) | Swashbuckler (Mouser) 5/Halfling Opportunist 1 | HP: 46/46 | AC:26* T:17 FF:20* | CMB:+9 CMD:23* | F:+5 R:+12 W:+4, +2 vs fear | Init:+7 | Per:+11, SM: +4 | Panache 3/3; Charmed Life +3, 2/3; Mantle of the Black Rider (CHA+2) 1/1 | Speed 30' | +1 rapier +14 (1d4+7/+5 Precision/15-20) | darkwd longbow +12 (1d6/×3) | *Active: Barkskin
I don't seem to have the access needed to move my token on the map - I must be set to view only. Luckless, please update the permissions when you have a moment.
Jamir looks around for clues, turning in a slow circle where he stands to avoid messing up any remaining tracks in the snow before moving further into the area.
Perception:1d20 + 8 ⇒ (1) + 8 = 9
As he completes his 360-degree turn, he realizes Lia has run off to inspect the scene.
"Craggark! Lia's gone in first again!"
Pulling his longbow off his shoulder, Jamir chases after Lia as quickly as he can, trying to follow her path if not stepping precisely in her footsteps. When he catches up to her, he nocks an arrow and scans all around them, ignoring the grisly scene while he looks for more active threats.
Male Human Cleric 3 | HP 18/18 | AC 17 T 10 FF 17 | Fort 5 Ref 2 Will 7 | CMB +4 CMD 14 | Init +0 Perc +3 (Ioun Torch) Effects: None | Channel (2d6) 5/5 | Rebuke Death (1d4+1) 4/6 | Touch of Glory (+3) 4/6
Shouting after the others, "So, I guess I'll lead the donkey then?"
Once he determined that the area was safe, he started forward with the donkey, tying it to a tree once he got forward.
Looking at the frozen figures, he tried to determine if any of them showed any signs of remaining life.
T10 (if allowed) for a 21. If none of them is alive, I'll check for unusual forms of death
Obviously if an encounter starts, the above is completely moot. I am not moving my token until we know if an encounter has been triggered.
The battle field is a spectacle of gore I moved Craggark closer to the battlefield (double move 3/4 speed = 9 squares) and did the same for Myth as the both indicated they wanted to move. Jawhar and Torvald stay with Murphy a.k.a "Donkey"
As Craggark draws closer he can see that this battle was recent. Tell tell heat, still rises from at least one of the piles of bodies. Analia and Jamir are close enough to realize this battle was fought between two distinct groups. One appeared to be a local tribe of Kellids while the others came from more civilized lands. Before the investigation of the battle sight can go any further however, the entire is alerted by a low whistle from Myth.
Myth:
Myth as you circle south you keep your eye on the battlefield but also on the surrounding area. At first you see and hear nothing and that bothers you. Your not much of a woodsmen but, you know with the recent "heat wave" some small birds have already started nesting and you've witnessed both tree squirrels and snow rabbits in abundance on your trek through these lands. But, this copse of trees is dead silent. At first you think it's because of the recent battle that took place. But, you quickly dismiss the idea..whatever happened here happened a day or more ago..and the forest would have returned to life almost as soon as battle ceased. No something else was going on..like.....like there was something still threatening the wildlife in the area ..something like a predator.
You hear it before you see it a rhythmic crunching of the snow accompanied by a fierce high pitched growl ..You strain your eyes and then you see it..A massive beast the size of a horse and twice as large..with beady eyes and claws like a badger. It's trotting toward the battlefield drawn by blood. It lifts it's nose to the wind and catches some kind of scent from your direction. It starts moving again.It's only 8oft away but numerous small trees prevent a clean shot. Myth you may shoot at the creature which is off map to the south. It has cover relative to you currently, and is moving quickly through the forest, in your group's general direction.
Everyone can roll their own initiative and act. All the rest of you know is that Myth has alerted you to an approaching threat to the south.
Male Human Cleric 3 | HP 18/18 | AC 17 T 10 FF 17 | Fort 5 Ref 2 Will 7 | CMB +4 CMD 14 | Init +0 Perc +3 (Ioun Torch) Effects: None | Channel (2d6) 5/5 | Rebuke Death (1d4+1) 4/6 | Touch of Glory (+3) 4/6
Initiative:1d20 ⇒ 20
Jawhar will move toward the nearest tree and tie off Murphy's reins.
M Halfling (Fleet of Foot) | Swashbuckler (Mouser) 5/Halfling Opportunist 1 | HP: 46/46 | AC:26* T:17 FF:20* | CMB:+9 CMD:23* | F:+5 R:+12 W:+4, +2 vs fear | Init:+7 | Per:+11, SM: +4 | Panache 3/3; Charmed Life +3, 2/3; Mantle of the Black Rider (CHA+2) 1/1 | Speed 30' | +1 rapier +14 (1d4+7/+5 Precision/15-20) | darkwd longbow +12 (1d6/×3) | *Active: Barkskin
When did Not the Nag of Holding get changed to "Murphy"? I have an alias for her and everything!
Initiative:1d20 + 5 ⇒ (3) + 5 = 8
An arrow already on the string of his bow, Jamir takes a five-foot step to face the south next to Lia, so that he won't be in the way if she decides to blast their new enemy, and he won't have to shoot around her.
Male Human Cleric 3 | HP 18/18 | AC 17 T 10 FF 17 | Fort 5 Ref 2 Will 7 | CMB +4 CMD 14 | Init +0 Perc +3 (Ioun Torch) Effects: None | Channel (2d6) 5/5 | Rebuke Death (1d4+1) 4/6 | Touch of Glory (+3) 4/6
I'm guessing it is a pop culture reference. I just played along...I can't edit the slide. I intend to move 2 squares to the right then use a move action to tie off Not a Nag there
Not sure why you can't edit it Jawhar. I checked the sharing and anyone with the link can edit. Here is a direct link to just the map if that help change things. Anyone else still having trouble?
Male Human Cleric 3 | HP 18/18 | AC 17 T 10 FF 17 | Fort 5 Ref 2 Will 7 | CMB +4 CMD 14 | Init +0 Perc +3 (Ioun Torch) Effects: None | Channel (2d6) 5/5 | Rebuke Death (1d4+1) 4/6 | Touch of Glory (+3) 4/6
I'll try again once I am off my phone. My slides app gives me no end of problems.
I thought this was a new Donkey..(since the original Nag of holding is probably still somewhere in the Linnorm Kingdoms) New Donkey new name? Anyway ..just having fun the donkey is whatever name you want it to be! (although I almost went with Eddie!) Jawhar I'll check and make sure everyone has permission to edit..see if that helps. enemy initiative:1d20 + 9 ⇒ (10) + 9 = 19 enemy Torvald:1d20 + 2 ⇒ (18) + 2 = 20
The furry beast comes rambling in from the south. It's as big as a bear but, looks much more fierce. It's a stocky, muscular mammal, with the shape of a badger, its snarling lips revealing a mouth full of yellow teeth. An arrow from Myth dangles from it's side. Myth is somewhat revealed, to see blood dripping from the wound. The creature turns to snarl at Myth.
DC:13 knowledge nature:
This is a dire wolverine
DC:18 knowledge nature:
These animals are particularly fierce when wounded or cornered, flying in to a rage gaining stunning strength and endurance often fighting to the death.
DC:23 knowledge nature:
This appears to be a particularly big specimen of the species (advanced template)
Round 1
Analia
Myth Torvald
Jawhar
Enemey
Craggark
Jamir
bold may act*edit* note: those of you down near the bodies are at a lower elevation in a 'bowl' as it were..the creature has partial cover relative to your positions currently (+2 AC)
Snowshoes: These high-tension nets of rope or sinew in wooden frames which are lashed to the feet spread your weight across the snow, making you much less likely to break through the crust and rendering walking much easier. Snowshoes reduce the penalty for walking through heavy snow by 50%; for example, if moving through snow normally costs you 2 squares of movement per square traveled, snowshoes reduce this cost to 1.5 squares per square traveled.
So you cannot take a 5ft step..but you do move faster than normal (in your case 15'
Male Human Cleric 3 | HP 18/18 | AC 17 T 10 FF 17 | Fort 5 Ref 2 Will 7 | CMB +4 CMD 14 | Init +0 Perc +3 (Ioun Torch) Effects: None | Channel (2d6) 5/5 | Rebuke Death (1d4+1) 4/6 | Touch of Glory (+3) 4/6
Is this first round where I tie off the donkey or has that already occurred?
Is this first round where I tie off the donkey or has that already occurred?
technically the first round was a surprise round but only Myth got to shoot cause he was in line of sight. I'll give you one move action however..if you needed to walk the donkey to a tree you're already there. if you were near a tree we can say it's already tied off...fair enough? btw can u move ur pawn yet Jawhar ?
+4Con, -2Cha l hp30/30 l AC21, T12, FF19 l Fort +7 // +4 Str, -2Int l AC21, T12, FF19 // +4Dex, -2Wis AC23, T14, FF19 l Ref +8, Will +2
Dwarf Trap-Breaker3 l hp 24/24 l AC19, T12, FF17 l F +5 R +6 W +3 Ini +2 l Bombs 8/8 l Perc +7* SM +1
Crunching through the snow, Torvald draws a small clay sphere, trying not to jostle it too much. "Myth, get away from that thing before it gets its claws on you, I'll cover you!" the dwarf cries, holding up his clay jar for emphasis.
Male Human Cleric 3 | HP 18/18 | AC 17 T 10 FF 17 | Fort 5 Ref 2 Will 7 | CMB +4 CMD 14 | Init +0 Perc +3 (Ioun Torch) Effects: None | Channel (2d6) 5/5 | Rebuke Death (1d4+1) 4/6 | Touch of Glory (+3) 4/6
Jawhar ties off the donkey to the tree.
Not able to see what is going on himself, he follows Torvald.
Move Action: Tie rein to tree
Standard: Move, draw scimitar
I was able to move my pawn while on my computer at least. I'll see if I still have issues from my phone another time.
Lia's eyes widen even more than normal as she first catches sight of the dire wolverine turning it's ferocity toward Myth.
"Becareful Myth! It's strength increases when it gets cornered or wounded, and this one is already much larger than normal for it's kind." Lia shouts to the group.
Such a beautiful creature, even in such a fury. So sad we will may need to kill it.
A sudden flame appears in her hand and with a flick of her wrist she throws it toward the wolverine. No sooner does it leave her hand, than another flame appears in its place.
Male Human Cleric 3 | HP 18/18 | AC 17 T 10 FF 17 | Fort 5 Ref 2 Will 7 | CMB +4 CMD 14 | Init +0 Perc +3 (Ioun Torch) Effects: None | Channel (2d6) 5/5 | Rebuke Death (1d4+1) 4/6 | Touch of Glory (+3) 4/6
You get a confirmation roll on that second shot :)
I have a strong feeling that playing this at higher tier is a baaaddd idea. I am looking at you advanced template. I looked back in the early days of the discussion thread and I guess I missed a bunch of those early posts. It was pretty hectic back then. I am along for the ride now though, so no turning back! heh ;)
Jamir "Hamstring" Montajay M Halfling (Fleet of Foot) | Swashbuckler (Mouser) 5/Halfling Opportunist 1 | HP: 46/46 | AC:26* T:17 FF:20* | CMB:+9 CMD:23* | F:+5 R:+12 W:+4, +2 vs fear | Init:+7 | Per:+11, SM: +4 | Panache 3/3; Charmed Life +3, 2/3; Mantle of the Black Rider (CHA+2) 1/1 | Speed 30' | +1 rapier +14 (1d4+7/+5 Precision/15-20) | darkwd longbow +12 (1d6/×3) | *Active: Barkskin played by
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Jawhar
Male Human Cleric 3 | HP 18/18 | AC 17 T 10 FF 17 | Fort 5 Ref 2 Will 7 | CMB +4 CMD 14 | Init +0 Perc +3 (Ioun Torch) Effects: None | Channel (2d6) 5/5 | Rebuke Death (1d4+1) 4/6 | Touch of Glory (+3) 4/6
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Mythryndyr
Male Half-Elf Sniper 6th / Urban Ranger 3rd | HP:77/77| AC:28 T:18 FF:20 | CMB:9 CMD:25 | Saves F:+8 R:+15 W:+5 (+2 vs enchantments) | Init:+12 | Per: +15| 30 ft
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Analia Frostburn
Craggark
GM Dinketry
Jamir "Hamstring" Montajay
Torvald Stonecask