[PFS_CORE_Aerondor] 00-03 - Murder on the Silken Caravan [Tier 1-2] PbP Gameday 4: (Inactive)

Game Master Aerondor

"Meridith, that was beautiful", Miriel whispers to the druid lady. "You are so determined in battle, and still compassionate to the oppressed. Like paladins should be, as I was taught."

Miriel continues speaking in a low voice, now partly to herself: "It is a sad testament to the society that all people are not free. Though, we shouldn't encourage rebellion, which would just lead to a greater suffering. With rash actions everyone would just be worse off. But to find a way to better the lives of all, it is so hard, so hard."

Gasper seems most taken with Giovanni. He twirls his fantastic moustache and takes the compliments in his stride.

"My lad, train hard, and you too may one day have half my skills."

He points to his half dozen camels, all laden down with a variety of weaposn. "But know that skill with holding weapons will bring you only fame. Skill in selling them is what brings wealth."

Unfortunately, as this is Core, I can't let you buy stuff not directly in the Core rulebook, so a generic +2 fort vs hot weather item is not allowed.

The caravan gathers in the cold hour before dawn and sets out northwest just as the first bit of pink touches the eastern horizon. The pathfinders despite their name are not given the position at the front, but rather at the rear of the caravan, eating sand and dust.

The day is brutally hot.
To speed things up, time for fortitude saves, four before the midday rest, DC is 15,61,17 and 18; it goes up by four more if you wear anything more than light clothes. Endurance, Tireless and similar traits and feats are very helpful here. Those who make a survival check (DC 15) can add +2 to their fort save, and maybe able to help others if they score high enough (one extra person for each two points they exceed 15 by)

Survival (untrained): 1d20 - 2 ⇒ (4) - 2 = 2

Fortitude DC 15: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (2) + 6 = 8
Fortitude DC 16: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (18) + 6 = 24
Fortitude DC 17: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (11) + 6 = 17
Fortitude DC 18: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (14) + 6 = 20

Miriel is trying to seem determined by stoically staying at saddle, not even looking at shadows. Her hummed prayers seem to give her some strength to endure the heat.

"Hmm. Only recently have I experienced my own freedom." Meredith speaks to Miriel. "Hope and anger were the only things that kept me going on those cold, bitter nights. If I could, I would lift that boy away from here. For now, all I can assure is his safety." Meredith spends some of the night and morning helping the boy with some of his tasks.

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In the morning, Meredith casts Endure Elements on herself to tolerate the heat. The sunlight is especially nice. She also spends her time looking for what little plant growth she can locate, and conjuring water for anyone who asks.

Survival: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (20) + 5 = 25

Meredith spends her time helping others against the intense heat. "Wear loose garments. You either want very light or very dark cloth. Let the wind cool you. Yes, I'm cheating; the desert sun has granted me mercy today."

With Endure Elements I don't think Meredith needs the Fort Saves. But just in case:
Fort: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (16) + 4 = 20
Fort: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (15) + 4 = 19
Fort: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (15) + 4 = 19
Fort: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (14) + 4 = 18

Jeez where were these rolls in the last battle?

Overhearing Meredith speak of just gaining her freedom and of freeing the slave boy lifts Calvin spirit. He helps load the camels to ease the boy’s burden while chatting with Meredith until nightfall.

Calvin will pick up a Spear 2gp as well for the trip

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Waking in the morning Calvin strips himself over all be the bare essentials, removing his armor and stowing his larger weapons on the camel. Calvin helps the slave boy gather all the water needed and fill his own waterskin just before leaving. He wears a light linen shirt and will carry his new daggers, sling 10 stones and spear while riding on the camel.

Survival: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (1) + 5 = 6
Fort Save DC 15: 1d20 + 4 + 2 ⇒ (19) + 4 + 2 = 25
Fort Save DC 16: 1d20 + 4 + 2 ⇒ (14) + 4 + 2 = 20
Fort Save DC 17: 1d20 + 4 + 2 ⇒ (3) + 4 + 2 = 9
Fort Save DC 18: 1d20 + 4 + 2 ⇒ (8) + 4 + 2 = 14

Calvin felt fine in the morning but the midday sun is taking it told on the large barbarian.

Who are you helping, Meredith?

Fort Save DC 15: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (1) + 4 = 5
Fort Save DC 16: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (10) + 4 = 14
Fort Save DC 17: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (12) + 4 = 16
Fort Save DC 18: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (12) + 4 = 16

Kevan is a mess in the heat. He is clearly not suited for this environment, more used to seeking shade in taverns and bars where his god dwelled. The priest is nearly melted by the time the midday's sun is scorching them.

Dang, not even level 2 to have Create Water as a cantrip.

Who am I helping? I can help 5 people. Uhh...who do I not help? Pimprick has the highest Fort Save, +8. I'll help everyone else.

Ahem, the name is actually Pimwrick, if you don't mind, Meredith. ;p

Fortitude: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (12) + 8 = 20
Fortitude: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (3) + 8 = 11
Fortitude: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (6) + 8 = 14
Fortitude: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (7) + 8 = 15

As the caravan sets out into the sweltering morning, Pimwrick takes the heat in stride, noting how Meredith is assiduously helping the others to withstand the heat. He's quite pleased - at first - by how well he's handling the harsh desert conditions, as it's something he's not experienced before. This self-satisfaction is short-lived, however, and he soon begins to feel that he's melting like a fat, tallow candle under the glare of the sun as it rises higher in the sky.

"Not feelin' so good, Miriel," he says to his elf friend as they travel. "How are you looking so fresh and comfortable?"

For each failed save, the characters take 1d4 non lethal damage.

Hot and bothered, around midday the caravan calls a halt to travel. Tents are put up and everyone is encouraged to rest in the shade for the hottest part of the day.

Late in the afternoon the tents are taken down again, and the group sets off once again.
random: 1d8 ⇒ 2

Even on camel-back the heat is blisteringly hot. You are all glad you are not walking bare footed on the sand. And while I could get you to do more fort rolls for the afternoon, apart from the amusement value of seeing pathfinders fall from the camels from heat stroke, I see little value to it, as you'll recover the hp overnight.

That evening Hokama offers each person a slice of watermelon "From my own personal supply." which is generally gratefully received. Mahmoud sits and talks a bit with Gaspar, and it is obvious the men have known each other for years. "The heat is like a dwarven forge working overtime!" he can be heard complaining.

Any plans for the evening? Also those who want to make survivial checks for tomorrow may as well roll them now in advance (but not the fort saves) as that will help you work out who is aiding-another with who

Unfortunately, as this is Core, I can't let you buy stuff not directly in the Core rulebook, so a generic +2 fort vs hot weather item is not allowed.

Masterwork Tools are actually Core, but it's up to the individual GMs to allow the item the player has chosen, or to restrict it in a way they feel is balanced (HERE is a good thread on the topic). As it's incredibly limited in functionality, and takes up a Slot, and costs substantially more than a Hot Weather Outfit, it's not an unreasonable request, but I will defer to your call.

Fort #1, including Aid: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (19) + 4 = 23
Fort #2, including Aid: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (16) + 4 = 20
Fort #3, including Aid: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (4) + 4 = 8 Nonlethal Damage: 1d4 ⇒ 4
Fort #4, including Aid: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (9) + 4 = 13 Nonlethal Damage: 1d4 ⇒ 1

Giovanni pulls out a pearlescent want as they break camp for the evening.

Wand of Cure Light Wounds: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (8) + 1 = 9

Non-lethal damage: 3d4 ⇒ (2, 1, 2) = 5

"Wow, I feel like I've been beaten up," Pimwrick groans as the day ends and the intense heat begins to fade. [/b]"I wish I knew a bit more about travelling in places like this. I guess that's the price I pay for not straying far from home for so long. But it was so nice, at home."[/b]

Survival: 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (13) - 1 = 12 Good enough to Aid Meredith.

Let's set up a watch schedule - spellcasters sleep first, then paladins and barbarian.

With Meredith's help, Kevan actually makes two of his previous saves.
Nonlethal: 2d4 ⇒ (3, 3) = 6

The priest of Cayden Cailean slides down off his camel, wiping his brow from the seemingly unending stream of sweat. "Why would anyone live here? What I wouldn't give for a cool tavern and a nice mug of ale!" He sinks down and gladly accepts a piece of watermelon.

"My greatest thanks, Hokama. These must be like gold to your people!"

Calvin take a big swig of water then jumps off the camel to help unload the tent for the midday break. Before lying down to rest he offers the slave boy a drink from his waterskin.

In the evening Calvin sits by himself, when offered the watermelon he refuses. "I have never like the sweet melons. Thank you Sir but I will pass." Instead eating one of his trail rations.

... I have been thru worse but his weather may kill the weaker people in the caravan … what can I do to help … Calvin tires to remember any of the old tricks his father taught him about traveling in warm climates.

Can help 3 people to deal with the heat +2 to your fort save

Giovanni will help Gaspar doff his armor, if he allows it.

Then, addressing Kevan, he grins.

"Surely our Lord and Savior could inject some magical refreshment into one of those melons? My fellow students at the Kitharodian Academy certainly had no trouble during my days there!"

Turning to the Caravan leader, if she's around, Giovanni will straighten his hair and put on his most charming smile.

"And you, m'lady? The sun has been immensely kind to you during your travels. Perhaps it is enamored with your smile?"

Diplomacy, to flatter: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (4) + 7 = 11

"Today my goddess has lightened my load. I hope I won't disappoint her so tomorrow will be equally easy", Miriel answers to Pimwrick during their time riding camels.

Heat damage: 1d4 ⇒ 2

Miriel slides her hands over the mild burns on her skin, and chants a small prayer.
Lay on Hands: 1d6 ⇒ 3

On the camp, she tries to ease the effects of heat from those who suffered worst.

Lay on hands, 2 charges, for anyone who needs.

"Giovanni, you are right, these are magic on evenings like this. Hokama, your trade and kindness are a great relief in a terrain so hot. You must be the most expected visitor in any town decide to gift with your presence."

After finishing the evening camp chores, Miriel takes out her flute and practices quiet, peaceful melodies. She plays for a while, and occasionally glances at Giovanni. Finishing yet another soft musical piece, she moves next to the bard and quietly asks: "Giovanni, your flute was so pretty. Could... could I look at it?"

Survival for next day
Survival: 1d20 - 2 ⇒ (3) - 2 = 1

Meredith helps raise the tents for the midday stroll. The land is quite different here, but the experience is quite enjoyable.
Anyone wants Endure Elements for the next day? Speak up before Meredith's bedtime! First person gets it.

"Yes, Calvin. I fought for my freedom about eight years ago. My master was not kind to me, or any of my friends." Meredith pauses, flexing her fingers subconsciously. "Some nights, I felt as if the plants spoke to me. Turns out the very land itself was trying to cheer me up. My rebellion soon feel into petty power struggles and chaos. Many of us died, many slaves became slavers. If it weren't for the Pathfinder Society capturing me, haha." She shakes her head.

"I see the enthusiasm, joy and hope in that youth. One day he will be free to make his own decisions, and I will help him along that way."

The next morning, Meredith casts Endure Elements tries to prepare everyone for another hot day.
Survival: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (20) + 5 = 25
Man, what a roll.
Meredith plans to help all but Pimwrick today.

Can we stack Survival Bonuses to help deal with the heat? IF so both Meredith and I roll very well.

After finishing the evening camp chores, Miriel takes out her flute and practices quiet, peaceful melodies. She plays for a while, and occasionally glances at Giovanni. Finishing yet another soft musical piece, she moves next to the bard and quietly asks: "Giovanni, your flute was so pretty. Could... could I look at it?"

Ever the opportunist, Giovanni snuggles next to the charismatic brunette.

"I am no craftsman by any measure, m'lady, so I shall not tell a tall tale of how I hewn this flute myself from some ancient branch. I did, however, spend years getting its tuning just right."

Placing his lips on the flute within inches of Miriel, so she can best see how he plays, Giovanni spends a few minutes playing basic notes, transitioning by the end into the start of a soft melody.

Perform, take 20: 20 + 9 = 29

"Now, you try."

He hands her his instrument.

Miriel follows intensely the bard playing, her eyes widening when he gets to the thoroughly mastered melody. "That, that was beyond words. You are so great", she whispers, astonished. She takes the flute, holding it in her hands, examining the masterful craftmanship. "Such a piece of art, for making art." Miriel gently runs her fingers over the flute, feeling the exceptional wood. She looks shyly at Giovanni: "I don't know, should I dare...", then raises the flute and plays a gentle note. "The sound is so pure", she sighs, and tries to replicate the bard's melody.

Perform(wind): 1d20 + 3 + 2 ⇒ (5) + 3 + 2 = 10

"I am so far from your skill. Please, play more", she says, handing the flute back, looking at the bard with dreamy eyes.

"Ma belle dame, parlez-vous Céleste? Il est la langue des dieux, je suppose qu'il est votre langue maternelle."

Pimwrick rolls his eyes good-naturedly as Giovanni lays the charm on Miriel, saying, "I don't know how you guys can feel so chatty and musical after the day we just had. If my family hadn't insisted on my serving Erastil by training hard and joining the Silver Crusade, I wouldn't even be here, and I sure don't have the energy to ride across the desert and then play a jaunty tune!"

He unfurls his bedroll and says, "Let's get some rest, if it's cooler tomorrow maybe we can all play together as we ride."

With Meredith and Calvin's rolls, we should all be able to get a +2 to our Fort saves tomorrow.

Bonuses from the same source don't stack, but with those survival rolls, you're all in a good state for tomorrow.

After the sun goes down the heat of the day lasts for another hour or so... and then is gone. The night turns cold, not quite as cold as the day was hot, but far from comfortable.

The lovely Jamila seems less than impressed with Giovanni, but Gaspar is more than willing to have a doting admirer around to hear his tales of warfare - both with the blade and the coin.
random: 1d8 ⇒ 8
The night passes without incident. And allows you to heal the NLD from the first day

An hour before sunrise Jamila has everyone up again, and the second day in the oven begins...

random: 1d8 ⇒ 2
We'll skip the morning checks

The blistering heat of the morning had been thankfully reduced by the tents that sheltered you during the midday rest. But that is now in the past. Once again you are out in the blindingly bright and hot desert. Hot winds allow sand to work its way through clothes, making the trip increasingly uncomfortable.

random: 1d8 ⇒ 3

Time to roll your first saves for the afternoon. Just one at DC 15. Remember +2 for the survival aid another, and -4 if you are in armour. Sing out if you have endure elements up.

Miriel blushes because of the praise.

Oui, mais je suis seulement une fille ordinaire, pas une déesse...

Pimwrick's words pull Miriel finally out of the enchantment, and she tries to get her mind out of the charm of the bard by overly concentrating on practical tasks. "Yes, we must. Sleep. It's good, we have a long day tomorrow. Thank you, Giovanni. I'll go now. To sleep." She hastily gets her bed ready, dropping things all over in the process, and gets under the covers, facing away from her companions. "Art is for art. Love is caring. Not the Calistria stuff" she mumbles to herself while trying to sleep.

In the morning, Miriel occupies her mind by making breakfast and packing the camels, helping others when hers is ready. On the journey, she again trusts constant prayer will shield her from the sun.

Fortitude 15: 1d20 + 6 + 2 ⇒ (17) + 6 + 2 = 25

Fort save: 1d20 + 4 + 2 ⇒ (18) + 4 + 2 = 24

Kevan wakes feeling much better and the next day's journey has him acclimating somewhat to the heat. "I'm beginning to see that advantage to those robes people around here wear." He sips from his flask again in the morning, offering prayers to the Drunken Hero.

Fort Save DC 15: 1d20 + 6 + 2 ⇒ (6) + 6 + 2 = 14 Missed it . This roll was from my last post. I rolled for the second day early.

Calvin is so worried about helping the others deal with the heat that he wears himself out. ... I am no good in a fight or helping others if I fall over from the heat ... I must take care of myself first ...

Nonlethal Damage: 1d4 ⇒ 1

Pimwrick grimaces to himself as he sees Miriel's demeanor in getting herself to bed in the evening. Oh, dear, that wasn't very kind of me. It seems she might really like him. I shouldn't have said anything...

Fort: 1d20 + 8 + 2 ⇒ (4) + 8 + 2 = 14

He's very grateful for the shade of the tents in the morning, and hopes to make it through the day without suffering so much from the heat, but it is not to be. In spite of the easier morning, he ends the day feeling nearly as bad as he did the day before.

NL damage: 1d4 ⇒ 4

Thinking to himself, "Great. An overprotective Halfling, a hesitant Paladin, a prudish desert beauty, and a redhead that would likely crush my skull if I so much as looked at her. This is going to be a looong trip."

Giovanni attempts to pass the time playing his flute...
Perform, Wind: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (4) + 9 = 13
...and talking to Gaspar about past adventures...
Perform, Oratory: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (6) + 7 = 13
...and try to lighten the mood with jokes...
Perform, Comedy: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (8) + 5 = 13
Weird! 13s for each of them.
Fortitude: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (5) + 4 = 9
...and just ends up exhausting himself in doing so.
Nonlethal: 1d4 ⇒ 2

Casting Endure Elements to avoid the Fort Save

Meredith draws upon the desert to aid and protect her from the scorching heat for another day. Sadly the rest of the party isn't as lucky.

Giovanni's jokes finally gets to her. "Oh, that's a pun. Haha, I get it."
Bluff: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 = 4
She is unable to resist cracking a smile, then quickly coughs and returns to her stony demeanor.

random: 1d8 ⇒ 6
An hour after the midday break, the team has a moment of respite. A slightly breeze stirs the sands, and while hardly cool, anything is better than the pure, unrelenting desert heat.

Jamila however looks concerned, scanning the horizon. To the west the sky is rapidly vanishing beneath a huge wall of dust and grit. A sandstorm is coming!

Rapidly visibility decreases and the stinging sands descend over the team.

Everyone can make a choice of a survival (DC15) or perception(DC20) to try and keep Hokama's camel in sight ahead of you...

Fully expecting this to happen Calvin pulls out two strips of cloth he had made using one of the caravan supply sack. The first one he uses to cover his head to guard his eyes the other he covers his mouth and nose with. ... not much different than the ash clouds from the volcanoes of the Cinderlands of Varisia … we should stop and let it pass but … Seeing Hokama's camel still moving he tries to keep up.

Survival: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (13) + 5 = 18

... why does she push us so … Calvin grits his teeth and puts his head down pushing thru the sandstorm.

As the sands pick up, Meredith takes a moment to marvel in its beauty. Eyestinging, blinding, skin scraping beauty. But beautiful nonetheless.

Survival: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (13) + 5 = 18

Hokama's camel surges ahead, but Meredith keeps her eyes on it.
"This way! Before we lose track of the caravan! I'd rather not die here! Maybe a swamp. Or a beach. Or a forest. Near the coast, yes."

Survival: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (20) + 2 = 22

Kevan holds his arm over his eyes, following Hokama, not by sight but by her camel's tracks. [b]"Keep together!"[b] he yells.

Miriel looks at the sandstorm, and a expression of concern passes on her face. "No, please. I cannot make it without guide." When the sandstorm hits, she digs out her wayfinder, a gift from her confirmation ceremony. She tries to fiddle the device to get herself back on track. "Nono, how did this thing work? I point that there, and we were going toward sun, or was it left of sun? Right? Where is the stupid sun anyway? Shelyn, help me!"

Survival(untrained): 1d20 - 2 + 2 ⇒ (7) - 2 + 2 = 7

Not even close. There she goes, lost in a desert.

Miriel has a moment of panic when she thinks she has lost the rest of the group, but the Pathfinder ethos of cooperation is firm within the team and she is quickly located.

You are able to draw nearer to the water seller’s camels during a slight lull in the storm. A cry from the merchant’s young slave rings out as he points into the blowing sand where several humanoid creatures approach, most smaller than humans and all muffled in heavy robes. Each stranger’s head has a great helm wrapped in keffiyehs, and each faceplate has only a small eye slit to keep out the fury of the storm. Each holds a curved sword, and it is clear they are converging on your position.

The sands continue to blow, half blinding the pathfinder team!
Okay, you can move yourself around inside the white dotted box. In front are the camels, (who provide cover). Now technically the scenario says you are at -2 to melee and spot checks and -4 to ranged attacks as you don't have special desert helmets. However as at least one of you tried to get exactly that, and it isn't available in Core, I'm going to reduce them to just -2 to missile combat from the wind.

The icons in white are Hokama, Atmar and his two drovers. You have no idea where the rest of the caravan is.

Status, bold may post:
Miriel - passed fort
Calvin - 1 NL, fatigued
Kevan - passed fort
Meredith - Endure elements
Pimwrick - 4NL, fatigued
Giovanni - 2NL, fatigued
Bandits!

Map is updated. Go Team. Go.

Knowledge, Local (untrained): 1d20 ⇒ 2

Krevan sees the small creatures swarming towards them. The priest steps back into the group and begins casting a spell. Kevan learned it in some specialized training the acolytes of the Drunken God used to test their might. "Delay them for a few seconds!"

5 foot step towards the group and begin casting Enlarge Person.

"This trip just gets worse and worse," Pimwrick mutters. "Why did I leave home again?" When Kevan calls out, Pimwrick brings his attention back to the matter at hand, shouting, "I'll do what I can, Kevan!"

He then strides forward through the blowing sand, drawing his blade as he moves, and swings at the first of the bandits to come within his reach.

Move action to move 20', attack the bandit with the red dot.

Greatsword, fatigued: 1d20 + 5 - 1 ⇒ (12) + 5 - 1 = 16
Greatsword damage: 1d10 + 1 ⇒ (7) + 1 = 8

Knowledge(Local), untrained: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (16) + 1 = 17
"Goblins. Black-helmed fools are Hobgoblins."

Meredith turns towards the green suited bandits. She calls upon the scorching desert heat to enhance her fists and legs, then dashes forward.

Casting Magic Fang, moving

Knowledge(Local) Untrained: 1d20 + 0 ⇒ (10) + 0 = 10

Calvin growls."Raiders! Taking advantage with the storm." He quickly hops off his camel and throws his greatsword in it's scabbard over his back.

As the goblins close the Barbarian steps up and sets his spear ready of the charge. ... I am to tired to bring the fight to them .... I hope they are stupid enough to charge onto a spear ...

Fatigued for a Barbarian is no good. My AC is 10 for the fight ( no armor and a -2 to dex. Ouch

Whoa! Lots of posts. Sorry guys!

Giovanni will begin telling a tale of how a trio of Taldan Swashbucklers defeated an entire tribe of Goblins on their own by simply waggling their swords at the creatures.

Move action, move 10ft to closest Goblin and draw Rapier.

Standard action, begin Inspire Courage. 14/15 rounds remaining.

+1 ATTACK, +1 DAMAGE

The pathfinders hurry to meet the attack. Kevan chants prayers to Cayden "Your mug is so big, so very, very big; and we're all very impressed down here.."

Pimwrick charges a goblin and chops it in two, while Meredith also says a short prayer (albeit one that sounds a little more sinister) and advances.

Calvin shows some tactical nouse and sets a spear, ready to repel any approaching gobins while Giovanni starts to tell a for-once-relevant story.

Status, bold may post: inspire courage active +1 to hit and damage
Miriel -
Calvin - 1 NL, fatigued
Kevan - (casting enlarge person)
Meredith - Endure elements
Pimwrick - 4NL, fatigued
Giovanni - 2NL, fatigued
Bandits!
I'm out of town for the day tomorrow, so likely won't be posting. 5:45am start for the airport and back after 8pm. urgh

Edit: It actually seems to be that you cannot heal heat damage.

Miriel notices Calvin looks distressed, and moves next to him, drawing her curve blade on the way. She stands between goblins and the tired barbarian, ready with her sword if she or her companions are attacked. "We will not go without a fight. Leave and no-one will get hurt", she warns the goblin bandits.

Move, draw weapon while moving. Ready action: Hit if anyone on reach hits any friend.

With time those who can summon water can help remove the heat damage if I remember correctly. I think the fatigued condition lasts as long as the NL damage

Two goblins advance on Meredith and attack her..
attacks: 2d20 ⇒ (5, 11) = 16
But she easily avoids their clumsy attacks.

The hobgoblin behind fires a bow at one of the drovers
attack: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (12) + 2 = 14
The arrow sinks into the camel providing him cover.

The two goblins in red advance, attacking another drover and Giovani
attack: 2d20 ⇒ (8, 12) = 20
Both miss.

One of the blue goblins attacks Giovanni..
attack: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (8) + 2 = 10
But the swordsman again deflects the blow.

The next two aim for Miriel.
attack: 2d20 ⇒ (5, 1) = 6

The last goblin in blue tries to take out the fearsom Pimwrick
attack: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (19) + 2 = 21
The scimitar slices into him
damage: 1d4 ⇒ 3

Lastly the two hobgoblins to the south take pot shots at Calvin and Kevan.
attacks: 2d20 ⇒ (14, 3) = 17
And Calvin also takes a wound
damage: 1d6 ⇒ 4

Status, (round 2) bold may post: inspire courage active +1 to hit and damage
Miriel - readied
Calvin - 4 damage; 1 NL, fatigued ; spear set
Kevan - (casting enlarge person)
Meredith - Endure elements ; can make her readied attack as well as her regular attack. Generally if you ready make the attack when you ready it and I'll use if if required.
Pimwrick - 3 damage; 4NL, fatigued
Giovanni - 2NL, fatigued
Bandits!

Readied action
Meredith lunges at the goblin directly north of her.

Unarmed +1: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (3) + 3 = 6
Damage: 1d3 + 2 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 2 + 1 = 5

Next Round
Meredith tries that again. This time her hands burst into thorns.
Using my Wooden Fist ability for +1 damage. 5 rounds remain.
Unarmed +1: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (16) + 3 = 19
Damage: 1d3 + 2 + 1 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 2 + 1 + 1 = 5

Hmm, seems I kind of messed the ready. The goblins in reach didn't hit anyone, all missed.

Concerned about her friends more than about herself, Miriel takes a swing at the goblin attacking Giovanni.

ECB attack northern blue goblin: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (2) + 4 = 61d10 + 3 ⇒ (8) + 3 = 11

... not your normal goblins … they have some discipline … those hobgoblins are going to pick us apart with those bows … Calvin drops his spear and draws his great sword off his back as he moves south to engage the two archers.

Two Handed Sword: 1d20 + 6 - 1 + 1 ⇒ (14) + 6 - 1 + 1 = 20
Damage: 2d6 + 4 + 1 ⇒ (4, 3) + 4 + 1 = 12

Actually I think I messed that up and gave Meredith Miriel's readied action. So Miriel can take her readied action if you like.

Meredith takes out one goblin, while Calvin totally destroys a hobgoblin. Did you remember penalties for fatigue? -2 on str and dex - that that it mattered with those rolls

Kevan grows to a huge size!

Status, (round 2) bold may post: inspire courage active +1 to hit and damage
Miriel -
Kevan -
Pimwrick - 3 damage; 4NL, fatigued
Giovanni - 2NL, fatigued
Bandits!
(end of round 2)
Calvin - 4 damage; 1 NL, fatigued ;
Meredith - Endure elements ;

Calvin totally destroys a hobgoblin. Did you remember penalties for fatigue? -2 on str and dex - that that it mattered with those rolls

Yep -1 to hit -2 damge

A giant-sized priest of Cayden Cailean laughs and twirls his huge spear before stabbing at a small goblin over the head of the one of the drovers.

Attacking the southern red goblin
Attack (EP, IC): 1d20 + 3 + 1 ⇒ (9) + 3 + 1 = 13
Damage (EP, IC: 2d6 + 6 + 1 ⇒ (4, 6) + 6 + 1 = 17

Pimwrick makes a clumsy swing at the nearest goblin!

Greatsword, fatigued, inspired: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (5) + 5 = 10
Greatsword Damage: 1d10 + 1 + 1 ⇒ (9) + 1 + 1 = 11

DM - can you remove or mark the goblins we've killed? I killed the one with the red dot, but didn't want to take one of your tokens off the map.

@Pimwrick I've been removing the dead figures. There were a lot to start with.

The huge Kevan shows goblins why being big is Good, and is removes another of their number, while Pimwrick starts to understand the advantages of the goblins being small as it ducks under his blade.

Status, (round 2) bold may post: inspire courage active +1 to hit and damage
Miriel -
Giovanni - 2NL, fatigued
Bandits!
(end of round 2)
Calvin - 4 damage; 1 NL, fatigued ;
Meredith - Endure elements ;
Kevan - (AOOs rolled)
Pimwrick - 3 damage; 4NL, fatigued