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female Human Fey Sor2

1d20 + 5 ⇒ (11) + 5 = 16 (barely!)

"He'll be back, I suspect. And he'll probably bring the pack. The season's been too lean for the wolves to pass up some tasty Kassenites," Raven says, smiling. "But it might be a couple hours, so we might as well get some sleep. We should probably double up the watches, though. I'll take the second watch with Telp."

Raven looks around at the trees, wondering if any would provide a good perch from which she could cast a sleep spell when the wolves return.

She pulls a blanket out of her backpack, and then sees the canvas she'd asked for. "Oh, hey! I brought some canvas so we could build a shelter if it started raining, but maybe we could use it to build a trap or something?"

Craft: trapmaking 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (14) + 1 = 15

"Man, I need a pet kobold. If we run into any kobolds, I get first dibs!"

Unless someone else wants to pursue the idea of building a trap, Raven will lay her blanket out and try to fall asleep, though the upcoming encounter and the strange company makes it difficult for her to settle down. She positions her blanket close, but not dangerously so, to the fire. She puts her light crossbow and spear within easy reach, a bolt in the crossbow, but not cocked.


Male Dwarf Barbarian / Level 1

"So Grukk and Drosk will take the third watch, then."

Garik tries to remember what the sky's sunset color earlier and looks up at the sky and smells the air. He tries to predict the weather for the next 24 hours, survival check DC: 15 --- 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (20) + 5 = 25 Dang! Just wasted a good roll there! Well, Zeb. Based on that roll Garik should be able to tell the weather for the next 3 days

Garik will take position at the side where it's darker to make full use of his darkvision and sits down with his waraxe and light mace on his lap ready for action. He already made his perception check earlier for this watch so bring it on while Garik's still armored during his watch :)


Male Human Free Hand Fighter (3)

Bolkin was ready for action, carefully (or so he thought) scanning the edge of the campfire's glow when all of a sudden he saw something. All right, he thought triumphantly as he began to make a move toward the beast without really thinking. Unfortunately he was caught in half-step by the sound of a sharp yelp somewhere to his right. It was at that point that he realized with disappointment that the "beast" he saw was just a squirrel that quickly began scurrying up a nearby tree as the Elf got credit for diffusing the immediate threat. "Oh! Uhh... good job, Tel."

Bolkin's spirits lifted somewhat when Raven mentioned that more of them may be coming back. Absentmindedly swinging his flail about, he responded, "Yeah, well, let them come. I didn't join the town guard to be scared off by a pack of hungry wolves." Grabbing the head of the flail, he began to throw it in the air and catch it repeatedly out of impatience. "Do what you guys need to, but I've got all the preparations I need right here."

After a few more tosses Bolkin let the head of the flail drop with a heavy jostling of the chain as he reached his hand into his vest. Running the back of his hand down the many rows of needles concealed within, he winced slightly and one of them caught and drew a small cut, though nothing more severe than a drop or two of blood. He was quick to ignore the pain, however, and his wince turned into a full-on smirk as he thought to himself, If any of those flea-infested beasts try to bite me, they'll be in for a surprise when they get more than a mouthful of Bolkin.

Bolkin is still taking first shift, and if nothing happens, he'll end up going to sleep with his armor on.


Male Human L3 College Student / L1 Novice DM

A half-hour passes without incident. Garik, showing an uncanny knack for weather-predicting, figures rain - or any precipitation - is unlikely in the next few days. It'll probably keep getting colder, chilly even around noon, and probably windier as well. Nothing so severe as to require more than a warm fire and thick clothing, as it's still autumn, but still mildly unpleasant for those unaccustomed.

It isn't too long after that half hour that Garik catches a form in the distance. The earlier visitor seems to be back, and he brought a trio of friends this time.

I'll assume Garik can call the alarm so there's no surprise round; I've always found them finicky anyway. I'll let you guys roll your own initiatives since the party seems to be split between watching and sleeping.

as for the wolves...
1d20 + 2 ⇒ (20) + 2 = 22


Male Human Free Hand Fighter (3)

Initiative: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (18) + 2 = 20

Bolkin was still awake on account of taking the first watch, and although the wolves seem to come out of nowhere, it doesn't take him too long to ready himself.

I think you should have rolled for everyone anyway just so we could potentially get the wolves' first turn out of the way, and have everyone spend their turns as they please.


Male Human L3 College Student / L1 Novice DM

Yeah, I wasn't thinking - doing several posts at once. Especially given the result... Sorry, folks! I'm gonna go ahead and do that for the rest now.

Raven 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (8) + 4 = 12
Garik 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (17) + 5 = 22
Telperion 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (10) + 6 = 16
Grukk 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (3) + 2 = 5
Drosk 1d20 + 0 ⇒ (4) + 0 = 4

I'm torn - normally how I play ties are broken by higher Init mod (I'm not sure if that's RAW or not), but in this particular case things run smoother if the wolves go first. This is also probably preferable as it allows them to close to melee first.

Pardon me if bending the rules here is overstepping my bounds, but I think it's for the best.

The pack rushes in, and it quickly becomes apparent to all who see them in the bright firelight that Raven was right - they're barely more than skin and bones.

With the malnourishment apparently comes a breakdown of teamwork and pack tactics - half of the group goes for the dwarf and half for the guard.

The two attacking Bolkin aren't quite able to surround him, but regardless the outnumbered guard's defenses are pierced and he finds himself on the ground with a badly bitten leg.

Rolls:

1d20 + 2 ⇒ (3) + 2 = 5
1d20 + 2 ⇒ (16) + 2 = 18
Reflex Save (from the vest) 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (12) + 5 = 17
Trip Attempt 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (15) + 6 = 21
Damage 1d6 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 1 = 5

The pair attacking Garik are less able, as the dwarf fends off their assaults.

Rolls:
1d20 + 2 ⇒ (10) + 2 = 12
1d20 + 2 ⇒ (2) + 2 = 4

Round 1
> Garik (22)
Bolkin (20)
Telperion (16)
Raven (12)
Grukk (5)
Drosk (4)
Round 2
Wolves (22)

edit: Oh, battlefield description. You've all basically found a copse of trees that presents a nice, relatively sheltered thicket with flat ground with only one side open to attack. It's not terribly large, but enough for six people to sleep comfortably and not have their 'bubbles' popped.

For the tactical end, I assumed Bolkin and Garik had taken up at the edge of the bright firelight, so the wolves only had to close the ~30 feet or so through the dim light. Obviously those two are in melee; the rest of you are presumably scattered about camp, but should be within 20 feet if you were helping watch.


Male Dwarf Barbarian / Level 1

As Garik continued his watch he found that just sitting down like some statue sentinel was rather boring. And so he decided to walk around the area he chose to guard with waraxe on his right hand and light mace on his left, swinging them testily every now and then in some intricate maneuver. And just as he finished one of these hack and pound maneuvers, Garik found himself staring at a group of unexpected and seemingly hungry audience.

Taken aback for a spit-second, Garik suddenly realized that the four pairs of red, campfire-tinged, gleaming eyes belonged to....

"Wolves!", the dwarf barbarian shouted out loud enough for those who were already sleeping. "Four o' dem by me count!"

Apparently not impressed with his "show" two wolves attacked Garik who perhaps by luck or instinct or both, deftly fended off the slavering mouths of the hungry beasts.

"Hah! 'zat all! Gaah! I'm not for eatin'!"

Free action: Barbarian rage - +2 hp,+2 Str,+2 Con,-2 AC,+2 will,6 rounds

Round 1,hp:16,rage,AC:15

Full attack on one wolf: waraxe 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (11) + 4 = 15(+1 BAB,+5 str,-2 TWF) and light mace 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (5) + 4 = 9

"And I mean it!" Though the freakin' rolls don't show it :P For the off chance they hit, waraxe: 1d10 + 5 ⇒ (5) + 5 = 10,light mace: 1d6 + 2 ⇒ (5) + 2 = 7

Grand Lodge

Male Elf Rogue 3

Putting in my turn now, since I can't post later today.

Telperion snapped awake at the first shouts, apparently still dreaming. “Don’t break the yellow cup!” he said, blinking his eyes.

He saw Garik standing strong and laying about with his weapons. All he saw of Bolkin was a bloody leg sticking out from a cloud of fur, desperately trying to kick off the wolf that’d pulled him down.

Telperion jumped to his feet and yanked his rapier from its sheath, determined to help the down guardsman. He was surprised to find that his mind was calculating a flanking position.
“Huh. That’s interesting”, he thought to himself. “With the excitement, you’d figure I’d forg…”
“Move, idiot”, he yelled and lurched towards Bolkin.

Telperion needs to get up and draw his weapon. Think I’ll have a 5-ft step left. If I can threaten one of the wolves on Bolkin, I will. If not, I’ll step such that I can get to a flanking position next round. If it’s possible to do that while still remaining adjacent to Raven, Grukk or Drosk, I’ll do so.


Male Dwarf Wizard (Earth Elementalist) 2 (HP 16/16; AC:16 T:16 FF:14; Saves F:+1/+3 vs poison/+5 vs spells R:+2/+6 vs spells W:+4/+8 vs spells; CMB:+2 CMD:14 (see profile page for modifiers); Init:+2; Perc:+3; Spellcraft:+8){Effects: Mage Armor}

(In the interests of catching up...)

Garik Randor wrote:
"Seems Raven's right. Be needin' for us to stay awake for an hour or so just to be sure. That thing seems real enough to be any tricks."

"Aye. Sounds like a good plan," Drosk agrees, planning to keep watch for an hour before turning in for the evening to get some sleep before his watch during the third shift.

ZebulonXenos wrote:
A half-hour passes without incident... It isn't too long after that half hour that Garik catches a form in the distance. The earlier visitor seems to be back, and he brought a trio of friends this time.
Garik Randor wrote:
"Wolves!", the dwarf barbarian shouted out loud enough for those who were already sleeping. "Four o' dem by me count!"

Round One:

"Zzzz... Huh? What?" Drosk startles awake, quietly berating himself for falling asleep when he should have been helping with the watch. Still dressed in his scale mail armor, the dwarf priest struggles to his feet despite the protestations of his cramped muscles. Hefting his shield and drawing his warhammer, he moves toward Bolkin (if he can do all of that in one round).


Male Human Free Hand Fighter (3)

Wolves have +6 to Trip? Since when? Not that it wouldn't have made the check anyway with a roll like that.

Anyway, HP 8/13, Prone

"Ugh!" Bolkin cries out in pain as a wolf takes a decent chunk out of his leg and pulls him to the ground. "Hey guys, some help would be nice! Damn flea-bitten-" To the best of his abilities, he attempts to get up onto his feet as he sees the others starting to notice the threat.

"I ain't in the mood for this crap, you stupid wolves!" Bolkin grips the haft of his flail with both hands to increase the leverage before swinging down on his assailant with all his might.

Rolls:
Attack roll to hit
+4 = 1 BAB + 3 STR
1d20 + 4 ⇒ (2) + 4 = 6
Yeah, there is no way this is hitting.

In any case, Bolkin five-foot steps around the same wolf to avoid getting flanked too easily.


female Human Fey Sor2

Round 1, 11 HP, mage armor, prone, AC 13 vs melee, 21 if the wolves use their eye lasers

Raven was still entertaining the idea of having a pet kobold to build traps for her when she heard Garik's warning.

"Already?!" She had expected Telperion's lesson to the lone wolf would stay with him longer than that. They must be desperately hungry to come back so soon. At least her mage armor was still up.

She grabs her crossbow and pulls back the string. She has a good angle on one of the wolves that have already drawn blood on Bolkin, so she takes the shot where she lay but misses.

Move action: load crossbow.
Standard action : fire.
Attack: 1d20 - 2 ⇒ (6) - 2 = 4


Male Half Orc Savage Skald Bard 1

Stirring from his dream, Grukk brought himself to consciousness. He heard the hungry growls Raven mentioned "Don't let them near the rations! Thats our food!" Scrambling to his feet he grabbed his javelin and prepared for any foes to come near their food supply.

End of Grukk's Round 1, 10 hp, 15 AC
Standard: Inspire Courage (Protect the foood!!)
Move:stand
Everyone add an extra +1 to hit and damage. :)

Grand Lodge

Male Elf Rogue 3

That IS our food! shouted Telperion.


Male Human L3 College Student / L1 Novice DM

Bolkin's right; I think someone at Paizo messed up and gave the wolves a +4 to CMB for tripping in addition to the +4 to CMD. Wouldn't have helped him but useful for future notes.

Also sorry it took me so long getting this up... Got distracted/had to walk away every single time I sat down to work on it. Also I'm playing a little loose with position/movement here.

Garik's axe shears through the wolf's side, leaving a garish wound and causing the beast to let out a half-cry, half-whimper.

Bolkin's attack falls direly short of its mark as he focuses on fending off the wolve's teeth.

Telperion, having picked a spot coincidentally near Bolkin, manages to kip up and slide over to the wolves, ready to provide support. You aren't flanking yet but next round you should be able to without any issues.

Raven's shot goes hopelessly wide.

Grukk lets out his rallying cry.

Drosk awakens and hustles his way over to Telperion and Bolkin, armor clanking loudly in the cold night.

- Round 2

The wolves are unable to surround Bolkin as assistance arrives, and the two snarl, gnash, and bite, but fail to pierce the guard's defenses.

This pair includes the one that Telperion shot for 3 damage earlier.

Bolkin's pair:

Attack 11d20 + 2 ⇒ (12) + 2 = 14
Attack 21d20 + 2 ⇒ (3) + 2 = 5

Garik, unfortunately, finds his guard to be inadequate as a feeble lunge from one canine allows the other the opening to jump up and get a tooth-hold on the dwarf's thigh. The two are briefly locked in a struggle, the wolf trying to bring its target down and the dwarf showing his ancestor's ability to stand their ground. Eventually Garik prevails, knocking the wolf back. The dwarf's thigh now sports a significant wound itself now.

This pair includes the one that Garik dealt 10 damage to; it's barely standing.

Garik's pair:

Attack 1 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (17) + 2 = 19
Attack 2 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (3) + 2 = 5
Trip Attempt 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (14) + 2 = 16
Damage 1d6 + 1 ⇒ (5) + 1 = 6

Round 2
> Garik (22)
Bolkin (20)
Telperion (16)
Raven (12)
Grukk (5)
Drosk (4)
Round 3
Wolves (22)


Male Human L3 College Student / L1 Novice DM

Forgot Bolkin's AoOs.

As Bolkin struggles to his feet, more gnashing teeth find their way into his flesh. That's another 4 damage.

AoO:

1d20 + 2 ⇒ (3) + 2 = 5
1d20 + 2 ⇒ (14) + 2 = 16
1d5 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 = 4

Oh right that damn vest:
1d20 + 5 ⇒ (14) + 5 = 19

[ooc]The wolf fails to cut himself on Bolkin's brillo-padded armor as well.


Male Human Free Hand Fighter (3)

4/13 HP, Inspire Courage (+1)

It just wasn't Bolkin's night as he took another nasty bite from the wolf, but he wasn't about ready to give up. The others were on his way and the six of them outnumbered the four assailants. They had better damn well appreciate me taking the blows for them, he thought to himself as he steeled his defenses against the gnashing teeth.

He heard Grukk's shouting, to which he immediately responded, "If you don't mind, I've got a bit more than food to worry about right now!" Regardless, his spirits did feel a little bolstered by the Bard's rallying cry, enough so that he was able to take another swing at the wolf with increased vigor, but also with an extra bit of calculated caution.

Bolkin uses Combat Expertise and attacks the wounded wolf two-handed.

Rolls:
Attack roll to hit the Wolf.
+4 = 1 BAB + 3 Strength + 1 Morale - 1 Combat Expertise
Attack: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (12) + 4 = 16
Damage roll
+5 = 3 STR x1.5 + 1 Morale
Damage: 1d8 + 5 ⇒ (4) + 5 = 9

Without much of a use for a move action, he then proceeds to 5-foot step to relative safety while still trying to keep near Telperion just in case.


Male Dwarf Barbarian / Level 1

”Haha! Gotcha!”, Garik laughed as he felt his waraxe hit hard but failed to connect with his light mace. Slashing and pounding on empty air is apparently different from actually doing it on an actual target which put the dwarf slightly out of his two-weapon-fighting rhythm.

Sensing the wolf he just hacked is grievously wounded and is less threatening, the enraged barbarian concentrated on fending of the other wolf. Big mistake as this one’s lunge just served to set him up for the other. The dwarf felt the wolf grab him by his thigh and tried to pull him down. Sheer stubbornness freed Garik from its grab.

”Not for eatin’, I said!”

Then Garik heard Grukk worry about the ... food ? Did I hear that right? and for some reason he felt inspired by the bard's yell.

"But dontcha' be touchin' our food!"

Rolls::

Attack Bonuses: +1 BAB, +5 str,-2 TWF,+1 Morale
Waraxe on the unwounded wolf: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (18) + 5 = 23
Damage roll: 1d10 + 6 ⇒ (10) + 6 = 16 (+5 str, +1 morale) Whoa! Didn't expect that!

Light mace on the wounded wolf:1d20 + 6 ⇒ (8) + 6 = 14
Damage roll: 1d6 + 3 ⇒ (5) + 3 = 8(+2 str,+1 morale)


female Human Fey Sor2

Round 2: 11 hp, AC 17, inspire courage (+1 hit/damage)

Raven decided the wolves in combat were moving too much to get a good shot at them, and with Telperion closing in, she was more concerned about hitting a friendly target. She grabs her spear next to her and moves to assist Bolkin and Telperion.

I assume it's not a move action to pick up an unsheathed weapon on the ground while you're prone. Adjust her action if you disagree.
Move action: stand from prone.
Move action: close on closest wolf in combat with Bolkin.

Grand Lodge

Male Elf Rogue 3

Round 2: 8hp, AC 18 (with Mage Armor)
Everything was slowing down. Telperion could see each hair on Bolkin’s arms as he hacked and dodged with his sword. He could see a twig stuck in the matted fur on the emaciated wolf's side.
He heard the wolf yelp in pain and Telperion crossed stepped to attack from its rear. Blade tip up, coming down as his front foot stepped into a half lunge!

Rolls:

The below assumes I've gotten into flanking position per your

1d20 + 6 ⇒ (5) + 6 = 11; +4 dex (weapon finesse), +2 flanking
[ooc]Forgot inspire courage, but it didn't matter

The elf grunted in frustration as the whirling wolf spun out of position.


Male Dwarf Wizard (Earth Elementalist) 2 (HP 16/16; AC:16 T:16 FF:14; Saves F:+1/+3 vs poison/+5 vs spells R:+2/+6 vs spells W:+4/+8 vs spells; CMB:+2 CMD:14 (see profile page for modifiers); Init:+2; Perc:+3; Spellcraft:+8){Effects: Mage Armor}
Grukk Tornlock wrote:
"Don't let them near the rations! Thats our food!"

Round Two: 9 hp, AC 17, inspire courage (+1 hit/damage)

Drosk feels a brief surge of pride at Grukk's call, realizing that his companions think so much of his stew that they would fight off wolves to defend it. His courage bolstered, the dwarf priest steps up and with a cry of "TORAG!" swings his warhammer at the unwounded wolf attacking Bolkin.

Move action to move up to uninjured wolf attacking Bolkin. Standard action to attack.
Attack: 1d20 + 2 + 1 ⇒ (5) + 2 + 1 = 8
Damage: 1d8 + 2 + 1 ⇒ (7) + 2 + 1 = 10

Telperion Anastra wrote:

That IS our food! shouted Telperion.

"Wait... WHAT?! Drosk cries, his blow faltering as he realizes that Telperion is referring to the wolves as a preferable substitute to his stew.

"Garik! How ye holdin' up over there?" Drosk calls out to the barbarian battling the other pair of wolves, a hint of testiness creeping into his voice.


Male Human L3 College Student / L1 Novice DM

Garik proves to be a whirlwind of flesh and steel, landing a telling blow on the unwounded wolf and throwing it to the ground a bloodied heap. His mace flies to the other wolf, narrowly connecting but connecting nonetheless, cold-clocking it and sending it down in a heap as well.

The rest of the group homes in on the wounded town guard. A flurry of strikes winds up with only Bolkin himself landing one, nearly dropping the wounded wolf. He slides into the relatively safety of the others.

Telperion maneuvers around and tries to strike the wolf unawares, but the relentless bag of fur is moving about to agitatedly to get a good thrust in.

Raven grabs up her spear and closes in, providing another deterrent to attacking Bolkin. Eh, I'll let the free-action spear-pickup fly.

Drosk's question to Garik comes just as the other dwarf stands triumphantly over two bleeding heaps of fur.

Just need Grukk then we're on to Round 3.

Round 2
> Grukk (5)
Drosk (4) [action posted]
Round 3
Wolves (22)
Garik (22)
Bolkin (20)
Telperion (16)
Raven (12)


Male Half Orc Savage Skald Bard 1

Grukk just didn't feel like being gutted by a wolf today and watching himself die again. Reaching down to his side he pulled a javelin off the ground a hurled it at one of the wolves harassing Bolkin.

Keeping Inspiration on for another round as a free action, Move to pick up javelin and standard to throw it at any wolf around bolkin that I can get a somewhat clean shot on. I added in firing into melee without the feat.
1d20 - 1 ⇒ (9) - 1 = 8
1d6 + 4 ⇒ (6) + 4 = 10

He threw it with great might but in doing so clumsily threw it much to short to reach the target as he let the spear go flying too late and into the ground a few meters in front of him. "Curses!"


Male Human L3 College Student / L1 Novice DM

The wolves seem undeterred (or perhaps merely unaware) of their pack mate's fates. They press the assault. Only one is able to get through the growing tangle of bodies to lunge for Bolkin. It's the wolf he hit, and it's unable to turn the favor as he shoves aside its maw.

The other goes for Telperion as the target of opportunity. All bared fangs and desperate slobber, the elf braces for what looks like certain injury. However a sound rings out, sort of a mixture of tooth on metal and a mystical tinkling, and the elf realizes Raven's spell turned the blow aside. The wolf seems briefly confused, apparently tasting dogwood rather than humanoid flesh.

Rolls:

Attack vs Bolkin 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (9) + 2 = 11
Attack vs Telperion1d20 + 2 ⇒ (15) + 2 = 17

Just as an fyi, the wolf that Bolkin has wounded will fall with a single blow from anyone (he's at a whopping 1 HP).

Garik, you're within move range of either wolf, so feel free to do whichever.

Round 3
> Garik (22)
Bolkin (20)
Telperion (16)
Raven (12)
Grukk (5)
Drosk (4) [action posted]
Round 4
Wolves (22)


Male Human Free Hand Fighter (3)

4/13 HP; Inspire Courage (+1)

Despite being slightly woozy from blood loss, Bolkin still manages to fend off his pursuer with relative ease. He felt a slight rush of relief when he saw Drosk arrive. Any second now, he could expect the countless cuts and bite marks he'd sustained to be washed over in a healing glow... Instead, however, there was a shooting pain as the Dwarf's swing hit the earth, sending clouds of dust into some of his open wounds. Hopefully that won't get infected, Bolkin thought briefly, although he wasn't exactly a stranger to the marriage of blood and dirt.

In a mixture of brief pain and frustration, Bolkin brought down his flail in the strongest two-handed swing he could muster. Although it wasn't the most elegant attack, sometimes the situation called for raw brutality.

Standard Action: Bolkin attacks the wolf with 1 HP left.

Rolls:
Attacking the near-unconscious wolf
+5 = 1 BAB + 3 STR + 1 Morale
Attack Roll: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (10) + 5 = 15
+5 = 3 STR x1.5 + 1 Morale
Damage Roll: 1d8 + 5 ⇒ (7) + 5 = 12

If this blow takes out the wolf:

Bolkin felt a brief sense of triumph as he took down a wolf by himself before glancing over to notice that Garik had already taken down his own agressors, and Telperion was frantically fending off the last remaining beast. At least I'm not the only one pulling his weight, he thought to himself as he attempted to circle around the last remaining wolf, despite his condition, in order to flank it from behind.

Move Action: Bolkin attempts to move around the second wolf, avoiding any Attacks of Opportunity to the best of his ability, until he can hopefully flank with Telperion.

If Bolkin did not defeat the first wolf, he steps backward out of the fray and lets the others handle it. Though since Garik did fine on a 14, I'm fairly confident in the outcome.

Grand Lodge

Male Elf Rogue 3

8/8 HP, Inspire Courage +1, AC 18 with mage armor

Telperion tried to regain his balance, wait for an opportune moment to strike as Bolkin maneuvers nearby, pick a vulnerable spot on the wolf's anatomy and bring his blade, quick, to strike!

Rolls:

1d20 + 7 ⇒ (19) + 7 = 26 +4 Dex; +2 flanking; +1 inspire courage
Confirm Crit 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (10) + 7 = 17
Damage 3d6 + 2 ⇒ (2, 2, 5) + 2 = 11; (1d6+1)x2 rapier and inspire courage crit, 1d6 sneak attack

Telperion let out a victorious shout of "Huzzah!" as he sunk his rapier into the wolf's side where the rear leg met the torso. The shout was quickly cut short, however, by a gout of blood that squirted up from the beast and slashed across his eyes and open mouth.

Retching and wiping furiously at his eyes, Telperion pulled back his blade and tried keep up his defense against the creature.


Male Dwarf Barbarian / Level 1

Sorry guys for posting just now. 'twas a weekend here when I'm usually offline.

Round 3 hp:10/16,rage:3/6,inspire courage +1,ac:15

"No worries here, Drosk!", the young barbarian shouted to the cleric and seeing his own two-weapon-hack-and-pounding's handiwork made short work of the two wolves, Garik smiled gleefully as if possessed.

"In fact here I cooome!"

If Garik can move only half his speed (3 squares or 15 feet) to reach the wolf (the one not with 1 hp) then he'll use acrobatics to avoid AOO and then attack with his waraxe.

Rolls::
Waraxe: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (18) + 7 = 25(+1 BAB,+5 str,+1 morale) Damage Roll: 1d10 + 6 ⇒ (8) + 6 = 14 Acrobatics vs AOO: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (14) + 7 = 21(+3 dex,+4 rank)

If Garik cannot reach the said wolf with half his speed then he will just charge it if he has a clear path, in which case he's attack roll above will have +2 while his AC becomes 13.

But if Garik does not have a clear path for a charge then he'll just move and attack but this time will have no choice but take the AOO.


Male Human L3 College Student / L1 Novice DM

Garik charges into the fray, sinking his axe into the wolf's side and felling it in a single blow. Bolkin manages to club his own wolf into submission, and with those two down, the party stands victorious.

With their attackers down, the night proceeds relatively peacefully, the only tense moments being the occasional crack of a branch or rustle of leaves, none of which lead to any threat.

Checking the map in the morning, the trail leads on to the Gray Lake, then from there through the valley near the crypt, and finally, in the evening, their destination itself.

I'll give everybody a chance to do their morning rituals, then we can move on.

For reference, everybody has earned 333 XP for today's events.


female Human Fey Sor2

As everyone gathers around to check on the wounded Bolkin, Raven gives a little kick to one of the dead wolves. "Sorry, guys. I knew they'd be back, but I thought it would at least be a few hours. I'll help drag them out of the camp, so they won't attract other animals." She was mad at herself for misjudging the wolves' return and then doing little to help in the fight, so she was eager to show she could contribute.


Male Dwarf Wizard (Earth Elementalist) 2 (HP 16/16; AC:16 T:16 FF:14; Saves F:+1/+3 vs poison/+5 vs spells R:+2/+6 vs spells W:+4/+8 vs spells; CMB:+2 CMD:14 (see profile page for modifiers); Init:+2; Perc:+3; Spellcraft:+8){Effects: Mage Armor}

As Raven removes the wolves' bodies from the camp, Drosk calls upon the holy might of Torag to heal the wounds suffered by Bolkin and Garik.

Channel Energy #1: 1d6 ⇒ 1
Channel Energy #2: 1d6 ⇒ 6
Channel Energy #3: 1d6 ⇒ 3

Grand Lodge

Male Elf Rogue 3

Telperion wiped off his face and looked, bewildered, at Raven. He couldn't figure out why she was apologizing. "How can you know what a wolf's going to do?" he asked. He turned away without waiting for an answer as potential theories started forming in his head. One after another, endless strings of statements about ways to evaluate the intentions of wolves. Each one he tried to evaluate and compare, challenge and expand. He realized he was breathing too fast and was sweating. He was standing with his fists clenched and was blinking quickly.

He took a couple of deep breaths, and then turned back to help Raven with the bodies. The cooperation was a good distraction from his racing thoughts. He started thinking (slower, more controlled) about cooperation itself, and found he was impressed with the group's teamwork. Garik, who had struggled with Holgast's trick, had performed so well against the wolves. Telperion realized that it'd be his turn someday, and the thought cheered him.

As they dropped a corpse in the dark bushes away from the fire, Telperion was smiling. He remembered a quote from the elven Baroness Zaphania Nailo, which he shared abruptly with Raven, "'If friendship is strong enough, failure is impossible.' I wrote a paper once on why that statement was untrue." He was going to say more, about how he'd changed his mind. But he he started to get nervous looking into Raven's face, realizing that she might not know what he was talking about. "Don't start in the middle", he thought to himself, and looked away from the pretty human, embarrassed.


female Human Fey Sor2

Raven was glad for the help with the wolves' bodies, but she was only half listening when Telperion spoke up. "Huh... Wait, 'wrong'?" She hadn't heard the quote before, but it sounded like the kind of meaningless fluff people would say to make themselves feel better. It was good to hear someone else see through it, too. Of course, that wasn't going to keep her from having some fun. "You're right. But that's not very encouraging. Would success be assured without friendship? No, that's not right, either. Maybe the saying should be: 'If friendship is strong enough, failure is more enjoyable.'? Yeah, that's it. You can write a paper on how that's true, if you want." Raven grins as she looks around to make sure they're finished with the wolf corpses.

Grand Lodge

Male Elf Rogue 3
Raven Vargidan wrote:
Maybe the saying should be: 'If friendship is strong enough, failure is more enjoyable.'? Yeah, that's it. You can write a paper on how that's true, if you want." Raven grins as she looks around to make sure they're finished with the wolf corpses.

"Huh. That's interesting", Telperion mused aloud. He looked back at the camp and felt a mild disappointment. "I don't like writing without a desk." He decided to write something in his head, to see if he could remember it all when he woke up. Smiling widely, he returned to the camp and his bedroll.


Male Human Free Hand Fighter (3)

Bolkin quietly thanked Drosk for he healing, and began to help the others with the wolves. He listened in on the conversation, but waited a bit before joining in, "How about, 'When you know what your friends are capable of and put your trust in them, new options can open up that may have been otherwise impossible.'? That sounds more accurate to me." He thought about writing that down himself, but he figured Telperion had better handwriting.

Once the camp was clear, Bolkin decided to turn in. He'd had enough keeping watch for one night, and his legs, while showing almost no sign of having ever been mauled by wolves thanks to the Cleric, were still rather sore. Still, to be on the safe side, he made sure to sleep with his chain shirt on and his flail within arm's reach.

When the sun rose and he made sure everyone was still in once piece, Bolkin took a brief moment to stretch his muscles before going over the contents of the map with the others. It didn't seem like the way to the crypt was overly complicated, but he still did the best he could to memorize landmarks they could use to keep themselves on the trail.

Bolkin will try to help whoever is leading the way today, which will probably be Garik again.

rolls:
Survival check to aid Probably-Garik
No Mod
1d20 ⇒ 18
And now I start rolling high again. Awesome.


Male Half Orc Savage Skald Bard 1

Victorious in the Battle for Aunt Beryl Soup, Grukk stepped about camp with renewed vigor grabbing the javelin and taking his knife and whittling it to teach it better than to stray off target.

Grukk listened in and added his own little joke before heading off to bed. "Ooh ooh, how about when your friendship is strong enough, that means they trust you. So trip them when angry bears attack and you can survive! That one works right? Haha I joke of course." After that he laid his head to rest to finish off the night.

In the morning Grukk put out the fire and strew the left over rubble of camp around the area to make things less obvious someone slept there. He then gathered around the dew from the morn and washed his face as well as he could, finally returning back to camp feeling refreshed a little. "Are we all ready for another exciting day?"


Male Dwarf Barbarian / Level 1

Garik surprised even himself on how they survived the attack of the hungry wolves. Though he mostly dispatched the wolves, the dwarf could not help but think that one too many misstep could have easily changed the outcome as evidenced on how badly wounded Bolkin was...or the dwarf himself for that matter. "Damn. I thought the durn beast just nipped me." as Garik looks surprisingly on his teeth-torn thigh which looked quite nasty.

Garik suddenly felt woozy as his barbarian rage ebbed and the wound made itself painfully felt. He vaguely heard Raven apologizing about underestimating the wolves' early return as she and the elf started disposing off the dead wolves. He leaned heavily on his waraxe to remain standing but he felt himself falter...and started falling....thankfully Drosk's healing power saved him from making an unceremonious face-first ground kissing. As he felt the healing energy engulf him, the young barbarian masked his fall by pretending to kneel down using both his knees while still holding to his waraxe and dropping his light mace. And with his left hand free, picked up something on the bloodied dirt.

A Wolf's fang.

He wiped off the blood from the fine specimen. It obviously came from the hacking and pounding he did on one of the wolves. He looked at it with pride and pocketed it as a reminder of the first real battle of the group.

"Well methinks that's a fine lesson for all would be predators from here be on! Messin' with Aunt Beryl's Spice Guardians just aint worth it, huh, Gruuk?"

"Hahaha!", Garik laughed heartily. "A fine sense of humor you got there goading us like that to protect our food!"

With Drosk's healing relaxing his tensed body as well, Garik felt sleep fast taking over him. He had barely removed his hide armor before the dwarf found himself in a deep slumber.

The dwarf abruptly woke up as he realized how he surrendered completely to sleep....and found surprisingly that it was already morning. He swore he just closed his eyes for a while. But apparently, it is really morning as he sees the others stirring up to start the day and checked that he actually felt truly refreshed.

After breakfast, Garik donned his hide armor again and took out his waraxe and returning to his usual place in the group, Garik with Bolkin's help started to lead the group again through the wilderness.

Rolls::
Survival Check: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (7) + 5 = 12

The usually shy dwarf found himself truly comfortable with his companions after yesterday's event. He heard the banter about the word friendship yesterday and chose to remain quiet as he knows very well that he has the least skill on mincing words especially about something that can be best felt rather than said.

The young dwarf barbarian smiles contentedly as he unconsciously fiddled with the wolf's fang in his pocket.

"So Drosk," Garik said loud enough for the cleric behind. "If we be goin' into a crypt, and knowin' the usual tales about such places, any ideas what should we be preparin' for? Is me waraxe here be doin' a fine job in such a place? that is for its usual denizen as the tales say?"

Grand Lodge

Male Elf Rogue 3

Telperion fell asleep musing upon Bolkin’s comments and Grukk’s joke. “I suppose there is a limit to the length of a statement for it to qualify as an aphorism. I wonder what it is. Is it based upon the number of words, or the number of syllables?”

His middle watch was uneventful, and he spent most of his time going over everything he’s witnessed Garik do the previous day. He thought about how the scarred dwarf read a map and the trail, where he placed one weapon when he was swinging with the other. Just before the watch ended Telperion started getting hungry, and he went over all the ingredients Drosk used in the soup, and their method of preparation. Then he thought about cooking, and about families, and then about Raven, and he wondered if her strange family was happy.

Telperion’s mind worked with a slow steady pace, like chopping wood, as he fell back to sleep after his watch. He woke refreshed, thinking about another day in the woods, and excited to reach the crypt.

He resolved to learn more about their navigation and foraging, and was eager to help in any way he could.

Survival, Untrained:

Aid another
1d20 ⇒ 14(Wis mod=+0)


Male Dwarf Wizard (Earth Elementalist) 2 (HP 16/16; AC:16 T:16 FF:14; Saves F:+1/+3 vs poison/+5 vs spells R:+2/+6 vs spells W:+4/+8 vs spells; CMB:+2 CMD:14 (see profile page for modifiers); Init:+2; Perc:+3; Spellcraft:+8){Effects: Mage Armor}

After the campsite was cleared of wolf carcasses and he was sure that no one else was injured, Drosk changed into his studded leather armor before turning in for the night. "Braggar always says ye should never let yer guard down," he reminded himself, sheepishly remembering how he fell asleep while attempting to keep watch before the wolves attacked.

Drosk rose for the third watch, re-donning his scale mail and taking up a sitting position with warhammer in one hand and shield in the other. As the sun rose over the horizon the dwarf priest offered thanks to the Father of Creation and prayed for the Forgefather's blessings. Refreshed in body and spirit, he joined the others as they broke camp and continued their journey toward the Crypt of the Everflame.

Garik Randor wrote:
"So Drosk," Garik said loud enough for the cleric behind. "If we be goin' into a crypt, and knowin' the usual tales about such places, any ideas what should we be preparin' for? Is me waraxe here be doin' a fine job in such a place? that is for its usual denizen as the tales say?"

"Well, yer axe'll be good if we run inta any zombies or other squishy walkin' dead that can be slashed to pieces, but ye'll be wantin' that mace o' yer's if it's skeletons we're facin'. That's why I'm carryin' a hammer and an axe." Drosk says, patting the the warhammer and handaxe hanging from his belt.

Drosk will also aid with the navigation if needed. Survival (untrained): 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (3) + 3 = 6 EDIT: ... or not!


female Human Fey Sor2

Raven got up with the sun, as she heard the party stirring. She said little as everyone prepared. She didn't want to hold them up, but she didn't feel like she'd gotten enough rest since the wolf attack had come so late. She should have enough magic left for an easy day of hiking, though. What were the odds she'd need to cast mage armor more than twice today?

She held her tongue while the dwarves discussed the crypt. She wanted to say that it wasn't a real crypt, so there wouldn't be any undead there, but she'd been already been wrong about the wolves. Even though she was pretty sure about the lack of undead, she just didn't feel like sticking her neck out again so early.


Male Human L3 College Student / L1 Novice DM

To be completely clear, the timing of the wolf attack was such that it didn't interrupt regular spell recovery.

The morning's trek is uneventful, with Garik keeping the group well on their way with the occasional assistance from Bolkin or interjection from Telperion. The morning hours are cold, and the overcast sky keeps the sun from taking much of the edge off. The forest looks much the same as it did yesterday.

A couple of hours after leaving the campsite, the trees begin to thin, revealing a field of short, green grass that leads to the shores of a wide, calm lake reflecting the overcast sky above. A dense fog hangs over the center of the lake, obscuring the far side. Near the shore of the lake, a dark form lies next to the water.


Male Human Free Hand Fighter (3)

All this talk about potential zombies and skeletons made Bolkin instinctively reach for his assortment of knives to make sure the were all accounted for. Having backup weapons at hand was nice in case his flail couldn't do the trick. Plus, they made decent throwing weapons in a pinch.

"Man, I was starting to think we'd never see anything but trees!" he exclaimed joyously as the group reached the lake. He began soaking in the natural beauty of the scene: The calm, pristine lake, the mighty trees surrounding it, the ominous fog adding a touch of mystery to it... Unfortunately his appreciation of nature did nothing to help him notice the strange form near the shore, not that he was likely to make it out if he did.

Rolls:
Perception check to make out the dark form from afar.
No mod
1d20 ⇒ 3

Grand Lodge

Male Elf Rogue 3

Telperion thought the clouds were lovely, but his eyes kept jumping from place to place, trying to take it all in.

"What's that?" he asked abruptly, pointing at the dark form.

Perception Roll:

1d20 + 6 ⇒ (18) + 6 = 24


Male Dwarf Barbarian / Level 1

The gradual thinning of the trees, transforming into a field of green grass and ending on a serene-looking but quite foreboding fog-enshrouded lake gave Garik a pause as he thought if this place is haunted or something. "Talking about crypts and skeletons and zombies givin' you the creeps, scarred pig?"

But looking at his companions and him absentmindedly again fiddling the wolf's fang in his pocket, the young barbarian smiles with assurance....

....that suddenly turned into a cautious mien again as Telperion suddenly pointed at a dark form by the lake.

Perception Roll::
1d20 + 5 ⇒ (8) + 5 = 13

Garik instinctively pulls out his light mace to join the waraxe he was holding on his right hand already as he tries to discern the dark form.

Grand Lodge

Male Elf Rogue 3

Telperion motioned for the group to stop, not wanting anyone to move towards the form.

[b]"It's likely another test or trap, but even if it isn't, we should be careful." he said, matter-of-factly.

Telperion would like to slowly approach the form while scanning for traps, other dangers, etc.


female Human Fey Sor2

The view upon emerging from the woods was breathtaking. This must be why people adventure! She hoped that the trip would take them across the lake. She didn't see the dark form on the shore until Telperion pointed it out.

Raven casts a spell as the party gets within 60 ft of the form.

Spellcraft: 15:
detect magic


Male Human L3 College Student / L1 Novice DM

Garik and Telperion are easily able to discern that, whatever it is, it's laying down and certainly non-threatening. As Telperion approaches, his keen elven senses scanning the area, he realizes it's a body.

Raven's spell doesn't detect anything out of the ordinary. The world remains the same pale late autumn colors it was before, with no spell energy about.

As the Telperion and any who follow him draw closer, it becomes readily apparent that the man has been dead and for some time. Bite marks ravage his upper torso, and his appearance and smell are both about as pleasant as a corpse's can be.

There don't appear any traps, tracks, or anything hostile remaining in the area. Just a dead man a few steps from the lakeshore. Telperion's keen eyes do note the ornate, short scabbard lying not far from the man, as well as a small satchel, likely a coin purse, between the body and the lake.


female Human Fey Sor2

Is there any indication whether he came from the water or was going to the water? Maybe drag marks from pulling himself out of the water or sliding toward the water if he got pulled down in full flight and slid on the beach?

"What kind of bite marks are those?" Raven covers her mouth and nose with her coat as she crouches down to see if she can recognize the bites. Knowledge (nature): 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (8) + 5 = 13


Male Dwarf Wizard (Earth Elementalist) 2 (HP 16/16; AC:16 T:16 FF:14; Saves F:+1/+3 vs poison/+5 vs spells R:+2/+6 vs spells W:+4/+8 vs spells; CMB:+2 CMD:14 (see profile page for modifiers); Init:+2; Perc:+3; Spellcraft:+8){Effects: Mage Armor}

"Here, let me take a look at 'im," Drosk says, kneeling down next to Raven to examine the body.

Perception check: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (15) + 3 = 18
Heal check (to determine how long the body has been here plus any other pertinent info.): 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (9) + 7 = 16


Male Dwarf Barbarian / Level 1

"I do pity the fella but it gladdens me heart, indeed, bein' with y'all here and not like 'im der all alone dealin' with the dangers here of the wilderness."

Garik lets the others examine the body while the dwarf barbarian tries to make sense of the seemingly undisturbed dirt around to make sure there are indeed no tracks or anything that would tell something about what happened.

Survival Check:
1d20 + 5 ⇒ (15) + 5 = 20


Male Human Free Hand Fighter (3)

"Well, whatever killed him certainly wasn't friendly, we know that much," Bolkin went on as he unwound the chain of his flail as if expecting something to jump out at any moment, "I'm going to err on the side of caution if that's okay with you all."

While everyone is off searching the man's injuries and the surrounding area, Bokin examines the man's belongings (or at least the ones that the others choose to make him aware of) in order to get a better idea of who he is. However, the journal he is currently carrying has no such information (as he had only copied over information that was relevant to their quest), and at any rate he doubts he's even heard of the person.

Rolls:
Knowledge (Local) check to try to identify the man by his belongings
+2 = 1 rank + 1 INT
1d20 + 2 ⇒ (7) + 2 = 9
Eh, it was worth a shot.

Grand Lodge

Male Elf Rogue 3

Telperion readied his bow, and kept watch in every direction. “It could have come from the water, I suppose”, he thought, looking at the fog obscuring the far shore. “Or the trees”, he added to himself, turning back to the forest.
He paused, and his eyes rose slowly to the overcast sky. He raised an eyebrow. “Huh. That seems unlikely”, he said out loud.

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