Slothsy |
"Well," Clegg says after a measured silence. "if you have no news now, perhaps I can hire you on. No long term contract, of course, but I have a few odds and ends that adventurers with your... skills would excel at. There'd be substantial gold involved, of course, with payment upon my safe return to Riddleport.
"I'm mostly concerned about, ah, the unfortunate denizens of this island. I'd like to see as many of them wiped out as possible, if not totally eradicated from this island. Next, I'd like you to recover noqual for me. I'll pay you full market price, pound for pound for any that you may recover. I could also use help in capturing a live one of those tentacle-haired beasts, for study, of course. Five hundred gold per live beast."
"Ah, and finally, I could use help in defending the camp at night. Zombie-like creatures have been attacking our camps and it seems like there numbers are increasing by the day. I'll give the lot of you 50 gold per night to stand watch. Of course, you don't have to do this all, or none if you want. Just, some gold may help life in Riddleport as new gambling hall owners go a little smoother."
Rilia of the Savored Sting |
"Well," Clegg says after a measured silence.
Sorry, I was waiting for others to chime in--I didn't want to hog all the talking though I suppose Rilia is sort of built for it.
"We've run into the other groups--the dwarves and the wizards that is. Mostly they've left because of the monsters. But there might be others here as well. Have you and yours run into anyone else from the mainland? Anyone strange?"
"If you have no news now, perhaps I can hire you on. No long term contract, of course, but I have a few odds and ends that adventurers with your... skills would excel at. There'd be substantial gold involved, of course, with payment upon my safe return to Riddleport.
"I'm mostly concerned about, ah, the unfortunate denizens of this island. I'd like to see as many of them wiped out as possible, if not totally eradicated from this island. Next, I'd like you to recover noqual for me. I'll pay you full market price, pound for pound for any that you may recover. I could also use help in capturing a live one of those tentacle-haired beasts, for study, of course. Five hundred gold per live beast."
"Ah, and finally, I could use help in defending the camp at night. Zombie-like creatures have been attacking our camps and it seems like there numbers are increasing by the day. I'll give the lot of you 50 gold per night to stand watch. Of course, you don't have to do this all, or none if you want. Just, some gold may help life in Riddleport as new gambling hall owners go a little smoother."
Live? "You know that the tentacle things start out as those zombies. They are sort of like a parasitic disease. They grow inside their bite victims eating them inside out and wearing their skins until they are old enough to erupt as a full grown monster."
Alraniel "Nel" Sandhal |
With a grumble Nel hands over her weapon to Erix, before ducking down to enter into the tent. As Rilia bows, Nel cocks an eyebrow before taking a seat nearest Zincher. Slouching over into her seat, she mulls over Zincher's offer, before settling herself into a more commanding position. "Oh, n-ai auzit? Dwarfi și magi stabilite ieri dimineață la bordul navei noastre. Dar, destul de politețuri, știi de ce sunt aici, Zincher. Unde este biblioteca? Spune- mi unde este, iar noi vă vom aduce la fel de mult în cazul în care nava Noqual va scufunda atunci când încercați să plimbare înapoi la Riddleport." Offering the crimelord a wolfish smile, Nel cracks her neck and relaxes a bit more into her chair.
"Those are my conditions Boss Zincher. If you try to fool me, well, you've already failed to assassinate Tamiro and myself once. We won't be so blinded by the promise of riches to become easy targets a second time. A intelege?"
Diplomacy: 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (13) + 13 = 26
Tamiro |
Nel's eyebrow twitches as she attempts to stay passive in the conversation. At Tamiro's words, Nel abruptly removes her shield from her back and slams it into the dirt before her. "Enough." Turning to the Calistrite and the Tien, Nel narrows her lips and puffs up her chest. "Rilia. Tamiro. Enough with the back handed insults, the death threats, and the blatant racism." Pointing at them, Nel grits her teeth.
"Starting now, the next time I hear a back handed comment about someones heritage, or another freakin' death threat, you're going to have to answer to me. Capeesh? We're all a great big dysfunctional family. If you've got a problem with that, well, there's a boat that's coming in at the abandoned town in about a day. Go hitch a ride on that."
Tamiro clicks his tongue, as he moves on, shaking his head, "Sorekara watashi wa watashi ga suru koto ga dekimasu watashitachi no bosu no yō ni jibun no ichi o mamoru tame ni yatte teishi shi, kawarini, tan'ni anata ga anata no senaka ni tanken o toranai koto o kakuninshitekudasai. Anata wa goburin, sono rieki, soshite anata o mamoru tame ni watashi o saiyō shimashita. Sore wa watashi ga yatte iru kotodesu. Anata wa korera no hitobito ga watashi no shinzokude wanai, watashinohahade wa arimasen. Anata wa korera no hitobito wa arimasen doko kara kite iru, anata ni yatowa rete inakatta, watashi no jōshidesu. Anata ga watashitachi o go kibō no baai wa `nakayoku' , watashi wa anata no junjo ni s~@*agaimasu. Shikashi oboete oite kudasai, Riddleport de no seikō wa, koin ya burēdo, nai sutekina kotoba ya kanjō ni yoru monodesu. Jūbun'na bosu wa sore o okonau dokku ni taisuru senjō s%*+e shimaimasu."
Tamiro follows Akron to Zincher and nods at the request for the weapons, "It is understandable."
Taking his two swords and his wakizashi out he binds the blades to their scabbards and passes them to Akron, "I expect you to guard these with your life. I will know if they are tampered with."
Filing in he quickly puts on an air of authority, crossing his arms across his chest and standing as tall as he can, scowling as he listens to Zincher, but as time goes on, and Nel speaks in her native tongue, he raises an eyebrow. This was not the man he was expecting. "You are asking to employ us, so we might better work the Gold Goblin? Do you truly not have a wish to kill us just like that? The last we knew you wanted us dead because of Saul. Your offer is very good though, and as long as it is true, and that the problems you had with the Gold Goblin indeed died with Saul, then I do not object to this mutually beneficial agreement."
Looking around he notices that the crossbow man and the newer elf are still missing.
"Should I go find the other two? I doubt at this point in time their plan will need to be fulfilled."
Gillian Flynn |
Though unable to follow all of the conversation, Gillian can understand enough - though she does cringe slightly as Tamiro gives away the existence of more than just the four of them that are present.
Well, so much for the element of surprise. Let's hope we don't end up needing it.
"It seems like a sound agreement to me," she nods.
At least it'll mean that they stay out of our way.
Slothsy |
As Nel mentions the library, his right eye twitches a little, "I've heard of no such thing, I must say. Maybe rumors from a previous time, but, no, I have no further information about a library. You're welcome to scour the island for it. I will not take actions to lead you or your allies to harm."
"Tamiro, I have no concern with you or your company. Some of them are new faces to me, of course, but I have no need to kill you. Unless, of course, you have a guilty conscience? As you were telling your boss, success in Riddleport is by the coin and blade, and those loyalties shift quickly. Perhaps we could be allies of a sort for a while?"
If you have no further questions for me, I have work to return to. You're welcome to spend your days as you see fit, but be sure to be back by sundown - I'll need every blade available if those zombies come around. As you may have seen, several of my men have fallen to them. There's two in the medic tent now recovering from their injuries."
"Oh, and you're welcome to the tents on the outskirts of the camp. If you want to set up your own camp, feel free, but there's fire and more men around here than out in those trees."
Okay, so this next part is a bit sandbox-y. You can look around the camp more, go hunting for akata, go searching for noqual or do something else. What would you like to do? In addition, will you be accepting Zincher's offer of camping in his tents or will you be setting your own?
Rilia of the Savored Sting |
Her speaking role (and enthralling rendition of 'Talking with Your Boss') ended, Rilia (one of the world's great flouncers) flounces off to retrieve the rest of the party. Once collected explains all she's learned on the slow walk to the infirmary tent. Basically read any recent spoilers titled: 'Rilia' or 'Tien'. She glosses over Tamiro's standard gruffness. On the whole she seems more annoyed by his (and now Nel's) evasive use of languages without later explanation.
GM Who's tending the injured?
Gillian Flynn |
This next post is based on the assumption that we take a few minutes to talk among ourselves somewhere out of the way, after we end our talk with Zincher and after Rilia retrieves Aishe and Sinmara.
"So would someone care to explain what just happened?" Gillian asks once everyone is back together. "Not that I have any personal objection to working with this man - in fact, it removes having to worry about him and his men being a threat for the time being - but I feel as though I missed something during that little discussion. And the language barriers don't help, though I'll be working to correct that on my end."
Tamiro |
"Zincher has been an...enemy for a long time. Hes tried to kill us a couple of times as well with assassins or traps. That is why we thought when you showed up that you were with him." Tamiro explains to Gillian as he checks his blades, and sticks them back in their proper places.
"Now, whether that was true or not does not matter. Zincher has promised to forgo his continued assassination attempts and is offering us good money to hunt things on this island. For now at least, he is unimportant outside of business."
Looking around the camp from his vantage point, he turns to Nel, "It is up to you boss. I do not mind staying in this camp if Zincher truly means what he says. There's a lot of money to be made from this man, and any option I think is profitable, so I will follow your lead."
Looking over to Rilia, he raises an eyebrow when she speaks to Nel, "Who is Alraniel? It sounds like another elf..."
Alraniel "Nel" Sandhal |
At the mention of her formal name, Nel pales as she begins to shake. "Who told you that name?" she spits out, shaking with rage. Placing a hand on the pommel of her sword, Nel takes three large steps back from the Calistrian. Her eyes dart between the others assembled, scanning to see their trustworthiness. "I don't know who told you that name, but forget it. That woman has long since passed from this world. I'm going to dig up some noqual. We're being housed by Zincher while we look for leads on the library." Turning on her heel, Nel grabs one of the shovels provided to the group before making her way to the remains of the meteor.
Nel has never been addressed by her "real" name in front of the party. Kwava doesn't know it, Saul Vancaskerkin did not know it. The only person in all of Riddleport who has access to Nel's true name is a money lender name Lymas Smeed. It is one of Nel's best kept secrets.
Rilia of the Savored Sting |
If it's a real big secret it is probable she doesn't know. Rilia did do some research early on before meeting everyone, but I don't remember the roll being particularly stellar. If she doesn't know, Rilia still asks the question using the proper, proper noun.
Aishe Danior |
Aishe straightens up as he's called over by the party. He listens to the conversation. These folks are really twitchy - ready to fight over everything it seems.
When Nel moves off to start harvesting Noqual, he starts to wonder about the group. I guess what she says goes... always.
For now, he shrugs, and grabs a shovel following her. What have I gotten myself into? he wonders.
"So what is Noqual, and how do we find it?" he asks as he walks along.
Rilia of the Savored Sting |
1d100 ⇒ 13 Lucky 13!
Oh and what a out this? I only mentioned Nel's proper name because, well it's up there. I'm good either way.
Slothsy |
Oooo, a 13? Rough luck there :P Given that the only person who knows Nel's birth name is definitely not sharing it, I'm going to say you don't know it.
Going to let the RP resolve itself, so when things seemed wrapped up/party decisions have been made, I'll have the random encounter happen :)
Rilia of the Savored Sting |
"Ahem." Said the player clearing their throat for the do-over.
"So Nel, what was that about 'conditions' exactly? I didn't recognize the tongue well enough to translate." Rilia asks crossing her arms over her chest and arching an eyebrow.
Gillian Flynn |
"I see," Gillian nods at Tamiro, looking thoughtful. "Since it seems that we now more or less have free reign on this island, we should focus on the biggest priority first - which sounds like it might be searching for this library?" she asks, giving Nel and Rilia a questioning look.
"I expect some of these other tasks, like catching akatas or finding noqual can probably be done in the process of looking for the library if that's what we decide to do."
Alraniel "Nel" Sandhal |
Nel offers a shrug to Rilia's question. "I was trying to coax information out of Zincher about the library. I promised him enough Noqual to sink his stupid boat if he gave it to me." Picking at dirt beneath her fingernails, Nel sighs heavily. "Listen, I know I've been a bit bossy recently, but with Kwava breathing down my neck, and the Goblin balancing on a knife's edge for funding, I want to make sure that everyone with me is safe." Nodding to Tamiro, Nel offers a tired smile. "We've had a ton of turn over since we took over the Gold Goblin proper, and it becomes more and more difficult to trust people each time. I know that this situation is not easy, but with effort, I think that we can work out the kinks and make a good team."
As she leads the march through the small island, Nel offers Aishe a wry smile. "I don't know much about it, just that it is one of the so called sky metals. It's also super light, and looks like a green crystal when you dig it up. Pluck knew more about it, but I guess he went to go consult with his Cyphermage allies again." Nel pauses just before a bend to ensure that no one had fallen behind.
With Gillian's statement about the library, Nel clears her throat. "Well the library is technically only my priority, strictly speaking. Our benefactor of this expedition wants us to deal with an unpleasant," Nel pauses for a moment as she searches for the right word, "pest. It is probably a magic user, and might be the reason why Zincher is so oddly helpful." Glancing around the jungle path, Nel gestures for the others to gather up closer, before leaning down and dropping her voice to keep anyone outside their group from overhearing. "What we are looking for is a drow. I know that it sounds like we're chasing a children's fairy tail, but I've seen one. She gave me this." Pulling aside a section of her armor, Nel shows the others a fresh pocketed scar, clearly made by a crossbow bolt. "If this other one worked for her, then they need to be stopped. Depora was messing with some glyphs that might have caused the blot and other weird weather phenomena. We should resolve it before Riddleport ends up under too much water." Offering the others a tight smile, Nel allows her words to sink in.
TLDR: Plot of this book- drow doing some shady stuff to bring on weather patterns, we need to find it and either kill it or bring it back to Kwava.
Gillian Flynn |
"Another drow?" Gillian's eyes widen. "If that's true, that explains a lot - and puts our current activities into perspective." She pauses. "Even though the acquisition of knowledge is more my balliwick than heroics, I'd still rather not see Riddleport at the bottom of the sea. You'll have my help for as long as you want it and for as long as I'm able to give it."
Aishe Danior |
Drow huh? Tanned elves running around the forest causing mayhem? What have I gotten myself into! he wonders.
"Thanks for the information Nel, it puts things into some perspective like Gillian here said."
Aishe thinks a moment, "I don't know this Zincher fellow, but if he's a 'crime lord' what makes you think he'll tell you what you want to know - even if you do bring him a bunch of crystal/metal?"
"Maybe we should look for this library, and take what Noqual we find as we go. What do you know about it? What, exactly, are we looking for? Is it just a stack of books somewhere? Or a big fancy building? I mean if it's a building, we could probably track it down in a day or two - this island doesn't seem that big." he looks hopeful and ready to help.
He continues to search for Noqual even as he suggests otherwise.
Perception: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (16) + 10 = 26
Rilia of the Savored Sting |
Glancing around the jungle path, Nel gestures for the others to gather up closer, before leaning down and dropping her voice to keep anyone outside their group from overhearing. "What we are looking for is a drow.
bluff (feint only passing interest): 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (12) + 9 = 21
"It doesn't take a legend to wield a crossbow." She says gesturing to Gillian's. "Perhaps you only thought you saw a drow; someone perhaps attempting to capitalize on the legend."
sense motive (hunch): 1d20 + 16 ⇒ (14) + 16 = 30
Suddenly she crosses her arms and casts an annoyed glance at her companions. "And no. I am not a drow."
After the group breaks up.
"By the way Gillian I love what you've done to your hair. Whenever do you find the time? I have to use magic. How's your leg?"
And indeed she has taken a prestidigitation shower earlier today.
Still later in the sick tent.
heal (diagnose, sans healing kit): 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (14) + 8 = 22
How do the patients look?
Tamiro |
With an obviously confused look on his face, Tamiro says as Rilia leaves, "Nani? We did not call her drow."
Turning to Aishe he says, "I do not know much about a library. That's the boss's interest. I am in this for the money. Pick up some rocks, catch some demon dogs, get gold coins."
Slothsy |
Moving conversation to discussion to figure out what's going on.
Two of Zincher's workers are strapped to the beds here with thick leather restraints and iron buckles. Horrific bite wounds cover their body and glass-like worms fester within those wounds. It is clear to Rilia that they are suffering from a terrible disease and will likely perish before the night is over.
Rilia of the Savored Sting |
Well, then I guess I'm staying behind.
"Who's taking care of these people?!"
Regardless of the answer (or lack thereof) Rilia asks for guidance from Calistria.
"I'm not as well-versed the healing arts as a dedicated healer would be but here goes."
channel positive energy: 2d6 ⇒ (4, 6) = 10 If you are injured you might want to be standing close at hand. *hint hint*
She sets to work.
Slothsy |
Erix passes by as Rilia exclaims and grunts, "I see you've found the lab rats. Clegg thinks that if he can cause them to turn into whatever those things are, he'll be able to sell a specimen in Riddleport for a pretty penny." Erix spits with that. "Disgusting, isn't it? Bring workers into this hellhole for little pay, and then deny them medical treatment so he can make a quick copper? If you're going to work for him, I recommend you be very careful to take care of your own needs."
Their injuries require far more than simple hit point healing.
Rilia of the Savored Sting |
[dice=heal (treat disease? with kit, guidance, victim #1)]1d20+10+1[/dice]
[dice=heal (treat disease? with kit, guidance, victim #2)]1d20+10+1[/dice]
If it can be treated as a disease, she also hangs around for their next save attempts and keeps them covered with resistance spells as well
Rilia of the Savored Sting |
Rilia believes that she has done what she can for the men.
Okay, are we ready to head off to wild worlds of noqual harvesting?
Does that mean they respond to treatment or that I need to smother them with pillows and burn the remains to ash?
Slothsy |
Slothsy wrote:Does that mean they respond to treatment or that I need to smother them with pillows and burn the remains to ash?Rilia believes that she has done what she can for the men.
Okay, are we ready to head off to wild worlds of noqual harvesting?
You don't know that... yet. I know you said "wait as long for their next save", but that's not information you know. How long will you actually wait? IIRC, we said it was mid-day-ish?
Rilia of the Savored Sting |
At least til that evening.
Rilia of the Savored Sting |
At least until something changes in their condition, as scary as that may be. ;) She changes the milieu to reflect a more relaxed surrounding than experimental laboratory. She leaves the straps though.
"Enjoy your treasure hunt." She tells the party. "I have to stay. It might be important to know how this progresses."
"Say hello to encounter 13!"
Gillian Flynn |
More Earlier
"Er...no one said anything about you being a drow?" Gillian responds quizzically as Rilia turns and strides off towards the sick tent. She gives the others a puzzled look. "Right, no one called anyone else a drow? Is she always that, ah, capricious?"
Earlier
When Rilia finally peeks her head back out of the sick tent, the half-elf's eyes widen with surprise and a bit of alarm when the Calistrian describes the condition of the two men inside. "Are...are you sure that it's wise for you to stay behind by yourself? Or for us to go?" she asks with an uncertain glance towards Nel. "If those men do change forms, it could be very dangerous."
"Is there anything I can do? I know a little something of healing magic and first aid, but not as much as a trained healer or a priest would," she offers.
Only Slightly Earlier
Upon Rilia's assurances that she would, indeed, be fine on her own for just a bit, Gillian shrugs and nods. "Okay. You know your own capabilities better than anyone so if you're certain that you'll be okay then I'll trust your judgement."
As the rest of the group prepare to depart for the crater, she calls out over her shoulder, "Oh and my hair? I just let the wind do what it likes - a good shake of my head and it all settles back to normal anyway if I want! Leg's fine too; hopefully it'll stay that way!"
Trying not to make assumptions of other people's actions but it sounds like everyone is pretty set on what they want to do right now :)
Slothsy |
The clearest path to the crater (and, therefore, the noqual) winds up the eastern side of the island, mostly hugging the shoreline with its strange coarse sand. The mountains start almost immediately inward, and it's clear that there are a number of caves from the shoreline. About an hour's into the travel, right as the path winds from the shoreline (now more forested instead of sandy), a loud caw pierces the day. It's easy to tell where it's coming from; ahead, a large creature with the head and wings of an eagle but the body of a horse lands in the path, clearly angry.
THE DREADED ENCOUNTER #13 - Rd 1
First up! Tamiro, Gillian, Nel
Enemy
Sinmara, Aishe
Sinmara: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (2) + 5 = 7
Gillian: 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (20) - 1 = 19
Aishe: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (1) + 2 = 3
Nel: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (15) + 3 = 18
Tamiro: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (17) + 3 = 20
Hippogriff: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (13) + 2 = 15
Tamiro |
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Kn. Arcana: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 1 = 5
"Nani? Begone bird horse! Remove yourself!" Tamiro yells, stepping forward and drawing both of his blades, and waving them at the creature.
Handle Animal to shoo away: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (10) + 6 = 16
I am like 99% sure a handle animal would not work, Tamiro simply sees this beast as a pest and not worth the time.
Rilia of the Savored Sting |
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Under the effects of her enchantments the rest of the camp kowtows to Rilia's every need. Carrying her around in Setzer's chair, peeling her grapes for her, preparing her drinks with tiny umbrellas set in them, and fanning her as she basks in the sun. She wonders for moment how her friends are doing shrugs and returns to reading 50 Shades of Hades.
Meanwhile....
Alraniel "Nel" Sandhal |
Upon seeing the winged creature, Nel slowly dismounts her steed. "Hey now, we mean you no harm. We're just passing through." she says with a calm tone, keeping her arms spread out as she attempts to garner the creatures attention and turn it away from the others.
Handle Animal: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (12) + 10 = 22
Ride: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (4) + 4 = 8
Gillian Flynn |
Round 1
Kn. Arcana: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (11) + 10 = 21
Gillian shakes her head as both Nel and Tamiro try, each in their own way, to shoo the winged creature away. "I'm not sure that will work," she whispers softly. "It's a hippogriff - very territorial. Also have a sharp sense of smell, so trying to run and hide from one if you've made it angry is a waste of time," she shares, keeping her eyes on the hippogriff as she adopts a defensive posture.
Going total defense for the moment.
Slothsy |
THE DREADED ENCOUNTER #13 - Rd 1/2
Enemy
Up now! Sinmara, Aishe / Nel, Gillian and Tamiro
Handle animal doesn't really cover this situation, but I'm thinking that the DC is at least a 25, if not higher. Sorry for the delay in posting.
The creature lets out a tremendous cry and it rushes forward to attack Nel, ripping at her with its beak. It, however, only scratches at her armor, not even denting the metal.
Attack: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (15) + 4 = 19
Gillian Flynn |
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Gillian's Round 2
As the hippogriff charges forward and attempts to savage Nel Gillian steps forward a few paces and raises her hand, making a sweeping motion that encompasses the battlefield. A feeling of being granted the favor of...well, someone, washes over the group.
"Nothing for it, we'll have to kill it if we want to pass!" she calls out.
Moving forward a couple of squares and then casting Bless.
Rilia of the Savored Sting |
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The feeling of warm water washes over Rilia like the gift of some divine being, taking the last of the soap and shampoo with it. She rises from the tub and accepts a dry, fluffy, two-hundred thread count towel from her manservant What's-his-name.
Aishe Danior |
Round: 1, Initiative: 3
Weapon Equipped = Light Crossbow
Silver Blanch, Cold Iron Bolts = 19/20
Conditions = None
Ranged: Attack: BAB +5, Dex +5, Magic +2, (Deadly Aim -2) Damage: Dex +5, Magic +2, (Deadly Aim +4)
Melee: Attack: BAB +5, Str +0 Damage: +0
Grit = 2/4
Spells (caster level 1, concentration +2, DC 11+)
At Will: Prestidigitation, Detect Magic
1/day: Detect Secret Doors, True Strike
Aishe moves off, drawing his crossbow as he does so, trying to get a clear shot. He takes what he can get, lines it up carefully to ignore cover*, and fires!
Crossbow (silver, cold iron, magic): 1d20 + 10 + 1 ⇒ (14) + 10 + 1 = 25 (point blank)
damage: 1d8 + 11 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 11 + 1 = 14 (point blank)
* Shooter’s Resolve (Ex): When making a crossbow attack as a standard action you can ignore the effects of concealment (though not total concealment) and cover (other than total cover) against that shot.
Slothsy |
THE DREADED ENCOUNTER #13 - Rd 1/2
Enemy
Up now! Sinmara, Aishe, Nel, Gillian and Tamiro
The bird-horse (as Tamiro helpfully identified it) screams with pain as the bolt digs deeply into its chest. It gives a faltering step before fanning its wings aggressively.
I will start botting soon!
Tamiro |
"I guess we are having half-chicken for dinner!" Tamiro yells, and steps in, swinging.
Attack 1 Katana: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (1) + 7 = 8Damage: 1d8 + 5 ⇒ (8) + 5 = 13
Attack 2 Katana: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (2) + 7 = 9Damage: 1d8 + 3 ⇒ (6) + 3 = 9
Oh what wonderful dice rolls!