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The Last Rogue wrote:

Dragonmann wrote:

Bite - Hit AC 19 for 5
Rake - Hit AC 21 for 2
Rake - Hit AC 16 for 3

(The creature charged this round, and used its pounce ability)

I am assuming I was flat-footed, of course.

You only took ten damage; 16 doesn't hit you flatfooted.

Yeah, see that now. Calar is down to 7 hp. We did equal damage to each other . . ahhh how cute!

Calar staggers under the swift onslaught of the beast, but withdraws his hammer and swings. "Help me!"

sorry for delay . . .marked damage down - 13hp I have 4 left. rolls a 1d20 = 16+4 = 20, dmg = yeah !! 10!

Calar's spot check is 1d20+2 = 6

This is good by Calar.

Calar will help sort the equipment and make camp. He makes no move to ask for the longsword and if it is brought up he mentions he prefers his hammer for now, though he will comment on the superior craftsmanship of the sword. Calar will volunteer for first watch.

Calar watched the remaing wolf flee, and then made his way over to help calm the fox and free it of the trap.

He looked at Geddoe. "I have no idea why he attacked us. It was a poor decision on his part."

Calar glanced at the darkening sky, "Camp?"

The warrior sat down and wiped the blood from his hammer, the first blood it had ever been bathed in.

In fairness I will keep my previous rolls, unless Dragonmann deems otherwise. Calar will charge hitting an 9+4+1(st raise)-1 (large) +1 (bard) +2 (Charge) = 16, Damage is 5.

Calar charges at the wounded wolf swinging his hammer in a downward chop as he does so.

When it is my turn, Calar will advance to the nearest wolf and swing his hammer . . .Rolled 9+4+1 = AC 14; Damage is Rolled 1+2+1+1 = 5

The Last Rogue wrote:

Geddoe wrote:

Geddoe looked back and saw that Vishantos was the sole defender against one of the wolves. Groaning to himself, Geddoe drew his last dagger and crept back to his previous hiding space, trying to blend in once more.

'No more throwing. Hopefully these mutts'll die quickly.'

Fifteen feet back to where I was. Hide is d20 + 5 = 14. MS is d20 + 5 = 25.

Actually, I'm not sure if I can do all of that without a BAB. If I can't, then I'll stay where I am, draw my dagger, and hide.

You can draw a dagger and move, as both our move actions. That is why Calar is stuck where he is ;p

Calar... uh... you can draw while moving, as long as you have a BAB. I don't know if hiding is a standard action or whatever.

IGNORE ME!!!!! ha ha, woo . . I will edit my action above, not that it matters considering I rolled a 1

Unsheathes his war hammer and rushes to the wolf nearest Laurent, if he can reach it he will swing -- Attack = ugh, 1 . . .

Calar, now surging with size and strength, pulls out his warhammer and bounds forward towards the wolf nearest the fallen bard.

Vishantos moves and enlarges Calar (who is now large enough to engage the hobgoblin from the ground)

Taking everything into account Attack is 18 (rolled 15+3 str* + 1 bard - 1 enlarge; *=enlarge bonus to str). Damage (still throwing hammer, damage is 6 (rolled 2+3*+1 bard = 6); and my AC lowers to 17. Hope that helps.

Calar will dash the remaining 30 ft, and hurl his hammer upwards at the hunter. Rolled 15+2=17, Damage rolled 2+2=4; I imagine bard effects are gone by now. if not add 1 to each; Of course if the hunter surrenders, Calar will ready an action to throw his hammer at him

Listen is 11+0=11

Just reiterating my action to keep it in order. Sheathe warhammer, draw throwing hammer.

Calar switches weapons and yells, "Stand down. You have no choice; Do not press this any further!"

Calar sheathes his warhammer and draws a throwing hammer. That completes his actions

Calar will slip his hammer through the loop in his backpack and withdraw a smaller, lighter hammer from his belt. As he does so he shouts, "Stand down! If not this will end badly for you!"

if Calar has a chance to respond to events as they are going on around him, he will move towards and attack one of the crows. Rolled a 16+4+1= 21; if it hits that is 3+2= 5 damage. If this is allowed, I obviously do not have my total defense. If I am locked into my decision from before then that is totally acceptable and understood as well.

Spot = Rolled 4+2= 6.
Initiative = 5+1 = 6

Calar curses as he sees the arrow and begins to creep towards where he believes the arrow came from.

Calar will use total defense action raising his AC by 4. He will also move his full speed in the direction he believes the arrow came from.

As Calar makes his move he shouts back, "Take cover!"

"We are definitely in a hunter's stomping grounds. This is the second trap we have seen. I suggest we all remain alert until we have put ourselves past this area." Calar says what he imagines everyone else is thinking.

Calar pressed onwards, glad to be in the lead after his near fall and somewhat embarrassing overreaction.

Listen check = 2

As the miles grow underfoot, Calar starts humming an old dwarven drinking song taught to him by his landlord. Within minutes, his embarrasment is forgotten and he is striding confidently through the woods.

Search check for similar traps = Rolled a 10. 10+1+2 = 13

Calar lurches backwards from the trap in front of him and snaps his body into a quick crouch -- he peers outwards into the forest, his eyes straining to see anything out of the ordinary.

He whispers back to his friends. Friends, now that is an interesting word, Calar muses as he looks back at the group behind him. "Probably just a hunter. We probably scared him as much as his trap scared us. I doubt there is any danger, I think we just stumbled onto his hunting site." After Calar whispers his thoughts to the party, he shrugs his shoulders to see if anyone agrees.

"Uh . . .whoa shi . . ."

Rolled 15. 15+1 = 16

Spot is 19 [17+2] -- I figure I am somewhere near the lead

Calar turns his head in distaste, and starts to veer away a bit to better make sure he doesn't catch sight and, more importantly, catch smell of whatever animal is rotting.

"Careful guys, rotting animal up ahead," Calar says agreeing with Geddoe. "We should probably veer away, no need to smell that," Calar says as he starts to veer.

Calar will loosen his hammer from its bind and hold it in hand as they proceed north into the woods. He keeps quiet as they walk.

Calar stood behind the group, letting the talkers talk, and took in the scene. He watched groups of lumbermen go to and fro, but most of all he tried to study Milon's face as the man took in the news for the dwarf and Laurent.

Calar picks up the pace constantly checking to make sure he still feels the familiar heft of his warhammer strung across his shoulder.

Calar kept his ears open, hanging on Laurent's answer to the dwarf's question. He had rumors, but he himself hardly ever left the smithy, and Laurent was as good a tale-teller as Calar knew.

Geddoe blinks hard, then whispers as an aside to Calar, "Looks like we've found ourselves an a$$. Too bad we can't strap our packs to him to save ourselves the hassle."

Calar laughs gently. Before clearing his throat, "We've wasted enough time, I say. Let's get to walking." If there are no objections, Calar will make his way northeast along the lumber road.

"Well then I guess we stop by the stable on the way out. It'd be nice if we owned horses, but that is a bit outside of my price range."

Calar nods and hefts his backpack. "We should probably buy some food, water, and the like. I have enough for a few days, but the woods are dangerous, and we don't yet know how long of a trek we have."

Calar will approach the bartender and slap 2gp of his hard earned coin on the bar. He will fill up a small sack with hard cheeses, bread, salted meats.

As he fills the sack Calar says, "I suggest we set out at a decent pace, not a run or anything, but a strong march. When we get to the Consortium, we can rest for a meal as we get directions. Sound reasonable?"

deducted 2 gp for rations for the trip

Calar fidgets; he alternately looks at Reno and the dimming sky. Finally with a strong sigh and deflating of his shoulders, Calar says, "Fine. First light. I will be here to make sure you are up and ready to go." Calar says his goodbyes and makes his way back to his room.

"You might as well talk to these 'Consortium' people tonight, so that you don't waste time tomorrow," Geddoe grumbled. "I guess I can give you a hand in this matter. Who knows what kinds of tricks and dangers the dwarves left behind when they left; you'll need someone to get you past all that." 'Plus, who knows what kind of loot they left behind?'

Calar shakes his head in acknowledgement of Geddoe's suggestion. "I see no reason to wait to speak to Milon. True, I would rather not venture through the woods at night, but a trip to the consortium should not be put off simply because it grows late. Anyone disagree?"

Sorry, Sect. All those quotations kind of blend together -- maybe we should italic thought for those situations where it tags after dialogue . . . this post replaces my previous post, anyway.

Calar stares hard at Geddoe. "I am not sure I agree with the looting aspect of all this; but it couldn't hurt to get a move out now. I would just need 15 minutes to gather my belongings and warn the Steelshanks."

"Just follow me. Both Vishantos and Laurent likely know the way too; I think Laurent even works for them, he may know the shortest way."

Calar pauses for a moment. "We will wait for first light then? Meet here at that time? Is that the plan?"

Calar's faces brightens slightly as the herbalist mentions a possible cure. He begins to make a mental tally . . ironbloom mushrooms . . . all the while happy that the dwarf handles the heavy talking.

He still cannot help but blurt out, "Dwarven ruins? Maybe that is why you were brought here?" He quickly silences himself. "Milon, huh? Well, if he is at the Lumber Consortium I can lead us there, I have to pick up and drop off armor and shields there time to time.

Calar had held his tongue, content to let the more eloquent dwarf handle the situation, but at the herbalist's question he had no choice but to pipe up. "I have a friend, a young friend, in dire need of a cure. I have money, I can pay . . ." His words tumble out and trail off as he stares down the smaller woman pleadingly.

"Then we're off."

Calar looks at the bald man. "Perhaps nothing, but shouldnt' we try? I doubt the Lumber Consortium is going to do much, and I for one know ill people that I do not want to see die. Maybe I can do nothing, but I will not stand pat."

He continues to stare at the newcomer, "You should feel no obligation to come," He glances around before returing his attention back to the bald man, "none of you should, but as I said, I know those stricken with the plague and I will not just gently stand aside while a disease makes them hack blood out of their lungs."

"Good point, Reno. I recall hearing similar things, about the priests being overworked at least." He looks at the men gathered at the table and then back to Laurent. "If noone objects, we should probably make haste."

"I do not want to waste time, so forgive me if bypass the pleasantries Nerek. If neither you, nor Reno, nor you," Calar gestures in the direction of the still silent bald man, "know nothing of the plague, then perhaps we should go speak with a local priest or the herbalist."

He looks about, suddenly uncomfortable with being the only one speaking, but still determined to get something done.

Calar laughs along with Vishantos, but quickly offers him a worried glance as his cough worsens.

"Reno," Calar looks up trying to hide is distaste for the scoundrel, "Your a man with his fingers in many a pie; if you could momentarily set aside your fondness for crass behavior, would mind addressing the problem at hand? This town, whether we love it or not, is being crippled by disease. Do you know anything going on? Anyone have a cure, searching for one? Anything?"

Calar sidles over to make more room for the musician.

Calar nods at the arrival of the bald man.

He shrugs in response to Vishantos's question. "A rough cough; I have even seen people hacking up blood. I know it is fatal, and it must be contagious. I don't know much else, but I have been thinking about asking someone. There is a church in town, the priests might know something, but I have also seen long lines outside the local herb shop . . .she sometimes sells cures for maladies."

I figure as a resident of the town, I likely know that little bit of info.

Calar listens patiently, chewing on his bread and cheese and sipping his water. The gentleman before him, Vishantos is his name, speaks rapidly and absently, at times it seems like the man forgets Calar is there.

Every now and then Calar will nod and admit he can or cannot physically make some incarnation of the winch.

Finally after Vishantos stops to catch his breath, Calar puts a hand out. "Vishantos, the winch is interesting; I am always eager to learn more, and you seem an educated teacher. May I ask you a question?"

He waits for a second. "Do you know anything about this plague?" Calar's eyes lift hopefully.

Spent 2 sp on drink and food

Calar doesn't really get the chance to tell the guy that he has never actually built anything like that at all, before the man mutters some words and sprints off.

He trots back to the smithy, mentally preparing himself for another long day at the anvil.

Calar nodded at the eldery man who suggested the idea; he turned back to the guardsman "A good idea don't you think?"

He, along with few other able bodied men, pulled the ferry ashore.

He patiently waits until the older man, the winch suggester, gets out of the way and reels the ferry in at last.

He helps a few passengers down, including a dwarf, who immediately begins inquiring about temples. Calar hitches a thumb back to the center of town. "There is a church, west central part of the town. Take this road there."

He helps a few more down.

Before he goes back to the smithy, he pauses to ask the older gent a question, "If you end up designing a winch, let me know. I am kind of interested in that stuff."

Calar turns his attention to a guardsmen who clears his throat and takes a puff of a foul-smelling pipe. The guardsmen is lean and unshaven.

"You, Calar, get on down and help pull the ferry in, won't ya? Need a strong arm 'cause a few of the porters are down with the plague. Pitch in a hand, eh?"

Calar silently hangs his tools and dons his light green vest and walks toward the river to help secure the ferry ashore.

Figure this gives us a chance for some roleplaying for those coming into town via ferry

Oh, and once everyone is statted up, please make a fortitude save...

Otherwise feel free to socialize amongst yourselves as you feel appropriate, start building character relations.

Honor system I imagine. (Rolled 10+6 fort = 16)

Calar is currently pounding out some dents of one of the Lumber Consortium's merc's armor. Apparently, they got in tangle with a few wild bears.

Despite the steady rhythmic beat of his hammer on metal, his mind his far away . . .he is thinking about his savings, 10 gp, and hoping it is enough to buy a cure for his young friend.