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Chalen crumples to the ground in a heap.

That’s certainly never happened before.; glad I brought clean pants.

Those brats better be so rich I’ll never need to leave town again.

Chalen and Bobek still stand in a stupor.

Curses!

After Malleon's turn, I shall continue to drool.

Chalen and Bobek, I made a mistake.

It's all good.

Chalen drools in stupefied horror.

Any kind of action that doesn't involve whacking it?

If it's allowable, I'll back up behind the front line and cast Resistance on Oso, in case this thing tries its fascinate crap again.

Chalen’s initial shock quickly turns to enthrallment as the scarecrow advances (Natural 1). A thin line of spittle runs down the side of his mouth before some of the initial fear creeps back in, and he manages to throw his crossbow up before him as a crude ward.

Initiative = 11 (+6 = 17 for Chalen).

More of those crows. Anyone have a problem with me trying to scatter them off?

Dismounts and loads crossbow.

Listen (21) / Spot (15)

Chalen snaps out of his "riding horses through the woods...yet again" funk.

Looks like trouble.

Woo. Gang's all here!

Oh ouch. That has got to be uncomfortable. Take your time, don't overdo it or you'll be right back in there. So, get well soon!

It was a very persuasive argument.

Are you sure? There was a parade and everything!

Chalen bows out of slipping on the bangle.

Compunctions against pillaging the dead aside, I find it is best never to try on a magic item before knowing more about it.

Once in my Uncle’s laboratory I had a most stressful mishap with a cursed belt. However, on the upside, I learned to dance, and was voted “harvest queen” two years running. Eventually, he felt I had suffered enough and severed the enchantment.

Chalen make a spellcraft check DC 12 ** spoiler omitted

Freaking Oiy.

The bracelet lying there (points) is enchanted, though I cannot determine the type of magic which imbues it. Perhaps another time.

Present.

These men did not die well, and I have reservations regarding ghouling over their belongings. What you do is your business, however.

Chalen mumbles a few archaic words, accompanied by a quick gesture, then begins to concentrate on the bodies and belongings of the dead (casts detect magic).

If anything indicates the presence of magic, Chalen will point it out with something akin to "if you're going to pillage, at least damn yourself over something worthwhile."

Chalen looks around, grumbles, then drops back to sleep.

Spot 10.

Chalen calls down, "Consider me to be "hunting" for moss then. With our luck, it's probably man-eating moss anyway."

Since we already know where this is, I'll grab a handful and head on down.

“I just know this worthless moss is going to give me a rash.”

If the strength damage is recovered from the remainder of the night's rest, Chalen will shinny up the tree to search for the moss (taking 10).

“Anything to get out of this place and get back to those idiot kids. Not looking down….not looking down.”

Louder “Are we sure the moss is here? I’m not seeing anything!”

Spot = 8

Search = 7

I'm open to either. I check back on the boards daily, so when the thread starts moving again I'll see it soon enough.

Good on HP, 4/4/0 on spells, down 1 pt. of strength yet.

Chalen, caught barehanded when the wyrm breaks for daylight, topples over backwards before quickly righting himself.

May as well just proceed with my regular round, as I'm after the beastie.

Chalen fires a ray of scathing frost at the Wyrm, unfortunately shooting far wide of his mark (Ranged Touch = 3) and splashing the ancient tree with rime, before running over to where he dropped his crossbow.

an idle nudge of the the beasts strong head jolts the sorcerer backwards.

Insult to injury, rofl!

except Oso uses his auto success

Oh hell, that's brilliant. Completely forgot about using mine. Nice!

Seeing Malleon in jeopardy, Chalen uncharacteristically drops his crossbow and rushes in to aid him (free + move, wyrm is in a grapple, so no aoo + auto grab).

Chalen attempts to break Malleon free of the Wyrm’s grasp (join grapple (standard) , opposed check = 14 = failure), but fails to get a lock on the thrashing monster.

"I am really beginning to dislike this place. Is there anything about that doesn't want us dead? Maybe some light conversation over mulled wine."

Chalen fires a bolt at the beast that whizzes ineffectually passed Bobek's ear (Attack = 8 ).

"This thing was so worth its weight in gold...," Chalen mutters as he reloads.

...and then realizing the futility of firing into combat, will drop his shortbow and prepare to draw his longspear.

That same thought struck me as I went for my weapon.

Used a move action on the last page to get up.

I'll use the second half to retrieve the crossbow.

Perhaps next time, Chalen, you could take the pressure off my poor D20 for everyone, its beginning to get a bit low.

Beat me too it, my next two init rolls were 18 and 20, but couldn't post them quick enough, lol.

“That’s no kobold,” he says sleepily. Shaken awake ( Listen Check = 20 ) by the vicious surprise attack on Malleon, Chalen sluggishly gets to his feet.

Thought I screwed up on the roller, but no, I rolled a natural 1 for initiative (hooray….).

Chalen meditates quietly, recovering spells and idly daydreaming of deafened, blind kobolds with bells on their shoes blundering into trees.

Spot DC 23 / Listen DC 23

Yowch, good thing my watch passed already the way I roll...

Chalen squints up the tree.

"Moss? I'll take your word for it. ( Search = 4 ) .

Chalen settles in and prepares to meditate through the evening.

"Are you sure you wouldn't rather I just scramble up now and got us back on the road?"

"I don't condone the pick pocketing of the recently departed...but I don’t suppose the savage happened to own a lamp, or a lantern, or even a nice torch?"

Chalen repacks his crossbow and mounts up, ready to proceed.

"Throw him your gasra, Oso, that'll bring him around."

"Are you well enough to travel, Bobek?"

Oso
Louinor
Chalen
Baddies
Bobek
Malleon

All my beautiful me’s! Gone, all gone. So alone…

"Aha! Not so invisible now."

(Spot = 18)

Chalen decides to wait to reload until he is clear of the crow. Instead, he concentrates of being patient and not getting hit.

Defense action this round (+4 AC)

As Bobek no longer seems to need a human shield.

Failed the spot check again (at work, had to use the suck roller) = 8.

"At least this thing isn't difficult to see."

Both Chalens fire a crossbow bolt at the remaining crow.

1d20-2 = 12

Sorry for the hiatus, had a bad allergic reaction to something. Looks like I got back just in time.

Spot Check = 3

Chalen looks in the direction indicated by Bobek.

"I don't see anyone, but that arrow didn't fly by itself. Let's see if I can make myself a little useful regardless."

Chalen steps between Bobek and general direction of the unknown assailant.

Chalen makes a few cryptic gestures and stumbles through the words of what appears to be a very difficult spell (DC8 Caster Check = 16). Where before he stood alone, now there are 5 identical Chalens blocking the path to Bobek (1d4+1 Images = 4).

"With our luck it's probably another werewolf."

Chalen unstraps and loads his crossbow.

Chalen contemplates the future, not paying particular attention to his surroundings (Listen Check = 11).

Chalen looks for someplace warm and dry to put down, and meditates a bit before drifting off.

Attempting to recover spells / strength .

Healed, but down -2 str.

"I think perhaps it would be wise to allow Louinor to regain some of her strength before setting out."

Chalen, not having been privy to the details of the cure until now, thanks the logger for his assistance, then goes to join Oso in the mess.

“I’m hungry and saddle sore enough to eat a goat at this point, but I'm still not drinking anything that comes out of one.”

"As much as I hate to abandon the children at this time, the greater need of the town definitely applies."

"I don't recall seeing many books about Kobolds. They eat gnomes, right, not children?"

Bobek regards Chalen with a newfound awe, "Stranger, you've got some wild power within you!

“One of my relatives was friendlier with the faerie than she ought to have been. We don’t usually talk about that side of the family.”

Try some gasra, I have some left." The barbarian points to his saddlebag with the large jug. "Sometimes I am told about things I do and they are bad. Do I want to know who killed the girl, friend?"

Striking flint and steel as he attempts to light the pyre.

Loudly, Chalen exclaims, “Where in the name of all the gods do you keep finding more of that awful swill?”

Whispered to Oso “I do know, but it is best not to dwell on evil deeds, even well intentioned ones. If you remember anything about today, bear in mind that we are your friends, and you owe me a lamp.”

Chalen's stomach rumbles ominously as he finishes piling the pyre with fallen wood from nearby. "I do not feel well at all. Is anyone else ill?"

1d20+1 = 8 (Failure)

Softening a bit, "We're all responsible, Oso. The only decision left is whether to burn her here or take her back into town."

"We might want to put the torch to the corpse below as well. I'd check on it myself, but I seem to have misplaced my lamp."