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"I'm in the mood for a drink, Sir Elf. How about you?" Mason inquires as he nods towards the bar.

Mason returns to the inn with Savendir, surprisingly keeping with the plan.

Mason, intrigued by the mention of Desna, strains to hear the conversation...as nonchalantly as possible.

Mason heads over to the fountain and walks around it while looking for anything unusual.

"This gear is getting quite heavy. I'm ready to put it down." Mason groans to emphasize his point.

"Good choice, sir!" Mason beams as he follows Savendir to the Rich Fox.

"I don't have a problem with that, Sir Elf," Mason replies with a wink.

"I have no qualms playing the role of 'simple traveler who follows Desna,'" Mason states with a wry smile.

Mason looks up from his meal. "This breakfast is delicious. By the way, I wouldn't mind being the bait. I believe I can focus on the task at hand." His gaze drifts out to the middle distance for a moment, and then a sudden realization hits him. "Say, where is Urzur?"

"I feel like my mind has been travelling without me, " Mason whispers, a slight grin forming. He watches the revelry absentmindedly.

Mason, relieved that there is only one crocodile left, assumes he can get a crossbow bolt off. There would be time for healing later.

1d8 ⇒ 6
1d20 + 4 ⇒ (15) + 4 = 19

Mason fires his crossbow at croc5.
Urzur, my apologies in advance...

Damage: 1d8 ⇒ 3
Attack: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (9) + 4 = 13

Maybe?

"This time for sure!"

Attack: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (5) + 4 = 9
Damage: 1d8 ⇒ 8

Mason despondently watches his bolt sink into the water.

Mason says a quick prayer to Desna, before firing his crossbow.

Attack: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (6) + 4 = 10
Damage: 1d8 ⇒ 5

"DESSSSSNAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!"

"That's a mighty big river to cross. Maybe we should have stayed on the road."

"I would appreciate some help dragging the bodies out of the shrine."

if there are any

"I suppose we should do something with the bodies."

"It would be best to stay on the road. Considering the dangers we've run into while on the road, I'd hate to think of what waits for us off the road."

AT the conclusion of the battle, Rokuro heads over to Mason and bows his head politely.

"Honoured Priest. I have taken a most grievous wound and would be grateful if you would be able to remove this arrow and perform your healing abilities upon me." He bows again and indicates the arrow protruding from his abdomen.

At the conculsion of the exchange, he returns to his simple bed and falls asleep, waking in the morning to perform some simple exercises.
"If the honoured Savendir says that he can lead us upon the shortcut, then I am happy to trust in his abilities to get us to our destination."

"Forgive my absentmindness, warrior."

Mason casts cure light wounds for 1d8 + 2 ⇒ (6) + 2 = 8

That was retroactive, it was

"I'm all for getting back to sleep," Mason yawns as he heads back to his bedroll.

"That's the thing about travelling...you never get a good night's sleep."

Mason moves to L14 and groggily fires his crossbow at B5.

Attack: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (10) + 4 = 14
Damage: 1d8 ⇒ 1

That's pretty much what I would have done. Including the result. :)

Sorry for spacing out on this.

Mason readies his crossbow in the hopes that the villains will be revealed by Flavia's sunrod.

"Huh, what, gophers?"

Mason, gets up out of his bedroll to look for what are, hopefully, just gophers.

Initiative: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (15) + 7 = 22

Perception Check: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (14) + 7 = 21

Mason spent some time seeing if there was anything he can do to fix the shrine up a bit, considering it's been unattended. For how long approximately?

"A shrine to Desna. Splendid! They will certainly welcome travelers like us."

Mason is indeed wearing his holy symbol to Desna out in the open.

Apply the healing to Spare.

"I can help with Blazing Doom. I'm sorry the horses took the brunt of this attack, and I know how valuable a horse can be on one's travels."

Mason casts cure light wounds, healing 1d8 + 2 ⇒ (4) + 2 = 6.

"Poor horse doesn't deserve to be hurt like this."

Mason leaps off his horse and moves next to Matsumoto's horse. He reaches the horse in time to get a quick cure light wounds off, healing the horse for 1d8 + 2 ⇒ (5) + 2 = 7 points.

Silly me, I didn't actually prepare my spell list.

"From what I've seen, wolves have a little more self-preservation."

Attack:1d20 ⇒ 17
Damage:1d8 ⇒ 6

<Shoots crossbow bolt at W5>

Attack roll: 1d20 ⇒ 8
Damage: 1d8 ⇒ 7

"Strange that wolves would be attacking a group like this."

I am 4-square updated!

Perception check: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (17) + 7 = 24

I'll take the front of the back of the line, to best appreciate the journey.

I wish the RSS feed worked better for the PbPs. I keep assuming things are quiet, when they're anything but.

"I'd rather not play with monsters. At least with bandits, you can negotiate. Hungry monsters, not so much, and some are really tough to just run away from."

Mason smiles. "I suppose you could say I was chosen especially to help out. I guess my 250 gold will go to a worthy cause, since I have been obligated not to take it."

He picks up and studies a fork, feeling its weight and admiring it's reflective surface, before dropping it into a vest pocket.

"My name is Mason, by the way. It's a pleasure to meet new companions on my travels."

Hit points for 2nd and 3rd level: 2d8 ⇒ (7, 1) = 8