BrOp's "Cult of the Ebon Destroyers" (PFS) (Inactive)

Game Master Branding Opportunity

"Hi! I'm Aquila, nice to meet you. Here, have a goodberry!"

(Goodberry 2d4 ⇒ (1, 1) = 2)

The night passes without incident. The next day Bala asks for help putting the howdahs back on the elephants (they don't sleep with them on) and you head out of the small village of Mudaliar.

The next day you pass from the sparsely populated lowlands near the river into the higher elevations dominated by the jungle. Your progress slows significantly as Bala must choose the best paths to take you through the dense forest.

Eventually you hook up with a more well-worn path heading in a generally southern direction. A few hours after you break for lunch, the jungle opens into a clearing, where the thick foliage parts to display the sky above and a cool breeze renders the air less humid. A rough wooden shrine holding a wide variety of clay statuettes depicting Vudrani deities stands to one side of the clearing.

A hermit with a scraggly beard tends the shrine. He's dirty and wears worn, grimy clothing. Upon seeing the elephants emerge from the jungle, he steps forward and bows deeply. He begins a greeting in Vudrani, but when he notices your foreign complexions, he switches to very broken Taldane. "Welcome, sirs. Welcome to most holy enshrined house of worship."

"Thank you for the welcome. We just happen to be passing through. What deities is this temple dedicated to? Please tell us a little about this area."

"Greetings, and thank you for the welcome," Farouq responds. He looks
rather surprised at the wooden temple in the midst of the jungle. "This seems a rather unusual place for a temple, Do you get many visitors out here?" he enquires.

Farou will collect some goodberries on the way

"Hi! I'm Aquila, nice to meet you. Here, have a goodberry!"

The hermit looks at the berry quizzically. "What this?" he says, pointing at Aquila's gift.

"Thank you for the welcome. We just happen to be passing through. What deities is this temple dedicated to? Please tell us a little about this area."

The hermit seems to be stumbling a bit over what Daxter was saying; it seems he's having some trouble following. "What god, you say? All Vudrani gods worth my pray, so most favored here." He points to his very humble shrine which contains scores of small, clay statues. He then continues, "I am alone here. Alone I feel gods better."

He then turns to Farouq, "Not many visitors. Most come here and give small offering, I give blessing. But some don't." During this last sentence his face grows still. "They don't look like villagers. They don't leave gift and ask no blessing, wearing dark hoods even here in hot jungle."

The hermit looks at the berry quizzically. "What this?" he says, pointing at Aquila's gift.

"It's a magical berry that will norish you, it even heals small wounds, and best of all tastes great!"

Aquila pops the other berry in his mouth and eats it.

"Mmmmmm!"

"It's a magical berry that will norish you, it even heals small wounds, and best of all tastes great!"

Aquila pops the other berry in his mouth and eats it. "Mmmmmm!"

The hermit seems to understand and puts the goodberry into one of his offering bowls, "Thank you very for gift of food! Food helps caretaker honor the gods better. Would you like blessing from gods?"

"Thank you very for gift of food! Food helps caretaker honor the gods better. Would you like blessing from gods?"

"Sure!"

"They don't look like villagers. They don't leave gift and ask no blessing, wearing dark hoods even here in hot jungle."

"Can you tell us more about these ones wearing dark hoods? When was the last time they passed through here?", the big Ulfen asks slowly.

GM BrOp - PFS wrote:

"Thank you very for gift of food! Food helps caretaker honor the gods better. Would you like blessing from gods?"

"Sure!"

The hermit turns around and momentarily steps into his small shrine, emerging a few seconds later with a small clay jar. Opening the jar, you can see that it contains a very pungent, sweet-smelling substance. The hermit dips his left ring finger into the jar while he begins chanting slowly in Vudrani. This continues for less than a minute, after which he touches the halfling's forehead with his finger, leaving a small dot on Aquila's forehead. The hermit speaks slowly and reverently, "May gods give you wisdom and open your third eye. May gods give you blessings. Lanterns can shine on the darkest of nights, but only if the sacred oil is anointed upon them." The blessing is spoken in Vudrani, translated by Daxter.

"Can you tell us more about these ones wearing dark hoods? When was the last time they passed through here?", the big Ulfen asks slowly.

The hermit switches to Vudrani, translated by Daxter and Bala: "I have seen these men before. They have become more common over the last month. They never stop at my shrine and do not speak to me. The last ones passed me a little over a week ago."

"You have our thanks, Ursus says to the hermit/caretaker.

"It looks like we are on the right track".

"You have our thanks, Ursus says to the hermit/caretaker.

"It looks like we are on the right track".

"Indeed, this is a good sign." Daxter says replying Ursus.

He looks back over to the hermit.

"One last questiom, serah. What do you know about the Dhalavei? We have heard the term, but we do not know what it means."

"One last questiom, serah. What do you know about the Dhalavei? We have heard the term, but we do not know what it means."

The hermit looks at Daxter quizzically, "Dhalavei? She is Vudrani goddess." He tries to think of something else to say, then turn back to his shrine and gets a small clay figure of a shapely, three-headed woman with black skin and colored hair. Each of her two arms branches at the elbow into six forearms.

The hermit points to the statue he is holding, "This Dhalavei. She holds knowledge of many things, particularly un-creation. She is honored in my shrine. All honored in my shrine. She pays attention. When she not venerated, she notices and bad things happen."

"Do some call her 'The Mother'?" Ursus asks.

"Do some call her 'The Mother'?" Ursus asks.

The hermit shrugs, "Some may, but I do not know why. She is the un-mother. She is destruction, decay, rot, not creation. She is important, just look around you." He motions to the jungle full of noise, rot, creation, death; the circle of life.

"Do some call her 'The Mother'?" Ursus asks.

"Two for two, Ursus. Are you sure you are feeling well? You're usually not this observant. Did you hit your head while during one of your conquests back in town?" Daxter says quite surprised.

"Two for two, Ursus. Are you sure you are feeling well? You're usually not this observant. Did you hit your head while during one of your conquests back in town?" Daxter says quite surprised.

"Would you believe me if I said her curves got my attention?", Ursus asks with grin.

The hermit shrugs, "Some may, but I do not know why. She is the un-mother. She is destruction, decay, rot, not creation. She is important, just look around you."

"That may be but some take her teachings too far".

"We should get moving", the big Ulfen says climbing back into his howdah.

Seeing you start to leave, the hermit bows deeply. He then makes a short plea in Vudrani: "Would any of you find it in your heart to strengthen my shrine with a small donation? Anything is accepted, food, money, or anything you wish to devote to the gods."

Daxter wrote:

"Two for two, Ursus. Are you sure you are feeling well? You're usually not this observant. Did you hit your head while during one of your conquests back in town?" Daxter says quite surprised.

"Would you believe me if I said her curves got my attention?", Ursus asks with grin.

"Sadly, yes I would." Daxter replies with a sigh as he puts his palm to his face as he makes this realization.

Ursus the Breaker wrote:

The hermit shrugs, "Some may, but I do not know why. She is the un-mother. She is destruction, decay, rot, not creation. She is important, just look around you."

"That may be but some take her teachings too far".

"We should get moving", the big Ulfen says climbing back into his howdah.

"Yes, thank you for your time. We should get going, we have some work to do." Daxter says to the rest of the group.

Seeing you start to leave, the hermit bows deeply. He then makes a short plea in Vudrani: "Would any of you find it in your heart to strengthen my shrine with a small donation? Anything is accepted, food, money, or anything you wish to devote to the gods."

"You were useful, so you have earned something for your help and time." Daxter says as he hands over a few silver.

"They are not my gods", the Ulfen declares, "But I can appreciate an old man living out the jungle standing up for what he believe in", the warrior says flipping down a gold piece from the top of the howdah.

The hermit carefully gathers up your coins and places them in an offering bowl. "Would anyone else care for a blessing?" he says holding out the extremely pungent, resin-like substance he used to make the dot on Aquila's head.

The hermit carefully gathers up your coins and places them in an offering bowl. "Would anyone else care for a blessing?" he says holding out the extremely pungent, resin-like substance he used to make the dot on Aquila's head.

Daxter will see if he can identify what the substance is before he makes a decision.

Craft(Alchemy)
1d20 + 8 ⇒ (16) + 8 = 24

or

Knowledge(Something)
1d20 + 14 ⇒ (1) + 14 = 15

"I don't know if the Vudrani gods would want to bless Garra? I've got a couple of feathers she shed that are really pretty!"

Daxter will see if he can identify what the substance is before he makes a decision.

Craft(Alchemy)
1d20 + 8

or

Knowledge(Something)
1d20 + 14

As far as you can tell, it's made of plant material: probably from trees combined with some local, foul-smelling berries. Without a lab it's hard to tell for sure, but it looks fairly innocuous.

"I don't know if the Vudrani gods would want to bless Garra? I've got a couple of feathers she shed that are really pretty!"

The hermit gratefully accepts the feathers, "These are most beautiful. I have never seen an eagle such as this."

"She's an Andoran Eagle. The Andoran flag actually depicts one. It's the symbol of freedom!"

Daxter wrote:

Daxter will see if he can identify what the substance is before he makes a decision.

Craft(Alchemy)
1d20 + 8

or

Knowledge(Something)
1d20 + 14

As far as you can tell, it's made of plant material: probably from trees combined with some local, foul-smelling berries. Without a lab it's hard to tell for sure, but it looks fairly innocuous.

Daxter will politely decline but he will not stop anyone else accepting his offer.

"Not today old one", Ursus calls down from atop the elephant.

"I would offer you the blessing of the Strongman but I don't think you would appreciate it", he says with a laugh.

The hermit goes back inside his shrine to tend to his devotions as you climb back onto the elephants and continue your journey.

Three hours later, as you are setting up your camp for the night, it begins to rain. Usually these rains last for only a short time, but this seems to be the kind of heavy drizzle that can last for hours.

Same watches as last night?

No one seems to have objected last time so, yep.

No one seems to have objected last time so, yep.

Do you want to do your trick with the elephants again?

Ursus the Breaker wrote:

No one seems to have objected last time so, yep.

Do you want to do your trick with the elephants again?

Yeah, every night until we have reason to believe that we'll be reaching the village within that day.

SURPRISE ROUND
A few hours after everyone has gone to sleep, Ursus, Daxter's familiar Hermes, Bala, and the elephants are taking the first watch. The jungle is a riot of noise, but Ursus' keen ears pick up the snapping of a large branch somewhere off to the north of you. He strains his eyes to see what might be out there (after all, it could be one of the many monkeys or large lizards you've seen on and off during your travels here), but he doesn't take that chance.

Ursus grabs the purple stone circling his forehead and concentrates for a moment bringing a shimmering veil up in front of him. The Ulfen releases the stone afterward and it resumes its orbit above his head. (Activate Ioun Stone - Shield) "We've got company!"

A split second later the vines, roots, trees, and grasses around you reach up to grab at you, trying to hold you in place.

(Reflex saves for everyone. Note that since you are sleeping, you are considered to have a Dex score of 0. Ursus Reflex (12) + 10 = 22, success; Daxter 19-1=18, success! Takuma 20-3=17, success! Montesquieu 16+0=16, success! Elephant1 12+7=19, success! Elephant2 8+7=15, success! Bala succeeds; Garra 17+0=17, success! Farouq 6+0=6, Farouq is entangled; Adjo 18+0=18, success! Aquila 19-1=18; other great news is that the vines grabbing for you wakes everyone up; those of you on watch have your armor on, those of you asleep do not if you normally wear medium or heavier armor and do not have the Endurance feat (in which case you can sleep in medium armor); since it's still early, those of you who cast extended spells first thing in the morning still have them)

INITIATIVE FOR ROUND 1
Ursus 15+3=18
Daxter 10+7=17
Creature 16
Takuma 16+0=16
Montesquieu 14+1=15
Elephants and Bala 13+0=13
Garra 6+1=11
Farouq 7+4=11
Adjo 8+3=11
Aquila 7+1=8

COMBAT MAP (Note that because it's night, those of you without low-light vision can see 20', because there is no current light source; the template covering all of you is the entangle spell)

Note that since you are sleeping, you are considered to have a Dex score of 0.

When you are asleep you have a perception modifier of -10, but you can still make the check.

Perception Aquila: 1d20 + 16 - 10 ⇒ (12) + 16 - 10 = 18
Perception Garra: 1d20 + 14 - 10 ⇒ (13) + 14 - 10 = 17

If Aquila made his check, his initiative will be 4 higher and he will stand up in the surprise round. If Garra makes his check he will take flight in the surprise round.

-Not close enought! -Takuma gets rid of the roots and vines and draw his katana. Then he search the surroundings looking for the caster of the spell.

Takuma has 60' dark vision. But... no armor at all? Oh, oh, we are in troubles...

ROUND 1

While Ursus defends against the vines attempting to entangle him and slow him down, Daxter, still groggy from his interrupted sleep, throws off his blanket, stands up, and mutters a few arcane words. His dagger begins to glow brightly, illuminating the area as he holds it high.

Ursus delays, Daxter stands, draws dagger, and casts light

“Not close enough!” Takuma yells out as he draws his katana and chops the living roots and vines. Ursus then catches something in the corner of his eye. “Look out!” Ursus yells, too late.

It violently rushes past an umprepared Adjo, seemingly being ignored by the entangling vines, pouncing onto the unarmored Takuma violently sinking its teeth into Takuma’s arm as he raises it to defend himself.

“It’s a waretiger! A dirty lycanthrope!” Daxter yells out. Daxter, not paying attention, allows some vines to wrap themselves around his body, entangling him and impeding his movement, hampering future spellcasting.

Waretiger moves 40’ to AS7 and attacks using his bite.
Attack roll (with power attack): 1d20 + 15 ⇒ (5) + 15 = 20
Damage roll: 2d6 + 13 ⇒ (1, 2) + 13 = 16
Entangle spell: Everyone saves except Daxter (Rolled an 3 on the saving throw)

REMAINING INITIATIVE FOR ROUND 1

Ursus - Delayed
Takuma 16+0=16
Montesquieu 14+1=15
Elephants and Bala 13+0=13
Garra 6+1=11
Farouq 7+4=11
Adjo 8+3=11
Aquila 7+1=8

ROUND 1

While Ursus defends against the vines attempting to entangle him and slow him down, Daxter, still groggy from his interrupted sleep, throws off his blanket, stands up, and mutters a few arcane words. His dagger begins to glow brightly, illuminating the area as he holds it high.

Ursus delays, Daxter stands, draws dagger, and casts light

“Not close enough!” Takuma yells out as he draws his katana and chops the living roots and vines. Ursus then catches something in the corner of his eye. “Look out!” Ursus yells, too late.

It violently rushes past an umprepared Adjo, seemingly being ignored by the entangling vines, pouncing onto the unarmored Takuma violently sinking its teeth into Takuma’s arm as he raises it to defend himself.

“It’s a waretiger! A dirty lycanthrope!” Daxter yells out. Daxter, not paying attention, allows some vines to wrap themselves around his body, entangling him and impeding his movement, hampering future spellcasting.

Waretiger moves 40’ to AS7 and attacks using his bite.
Attack roll (with power attack): 1d20 + 15
Damage roll: 2d6 + 13
Entangle spell: Everyone saves except Daxter (Rolled an 3 on the saving throw)

REMAINING INITIATIVE FOR ROUND 1

Ursus - Delayed
Takuma 16+0=16
Montesquieu 14+1=15
Elephants and Bala 13+0=13
Garra 6+1=11
Farouq 7+4=11
Adjo 8+3=11
Aquila 7+1=8

Sorry. Takuma needs to add another 1 damage, as his bite penetrates deep into your arm cutting an important artery.

1d6 ⇒ 1 sneak attack

The Ulfen's gaze narrows as the enemy comes with the range of Daxter's light spell.

Ursus roars as he tears through the grasping vines moving far enough to gain some momentum before launching himself into the air with his trunk-like legs.

Giving into his blood-rage once again the warrior undergoes his ursine transformation a second before reaching out with a clawed grip to pull the beast away from his unprepared ally. (43 CMB vs. 34 CMD; success!, the waretiger and Ursus gain the grappled condition)

ROUND 1 CONTINUED
Note: to make things a bit simpler for me to track, I’m moving all animal companions to their owner’s initiative.

With Ursus bravely rushing toward Takuma’s aid, Takuma (who has 70/87 hp ) lying from the ground, with his katana in his hands, and makes a quick slash with his weapon. Using all of his might, Takuma makes a deep cut in the weartiger’s body, causing blood to fly everywhere. With the monsterous humanoid reeling, he makes a second, less damaging cut. Immediately after the blood was spilled, however, the cuts begin to close, and what once was a fatal cut is only now only a significant wound.

Slash 1 Attack roll: Natural 20, Confirm roll (including prone penalty): 30 (success!) Damage 1d10 + 6 + 20 ⇒ (8) + 6 + 20 = 34, not counting DR

Slash 2 Attack roll (including prone penalty): 22 (Hits!), Confirm Roll (including prone penalty): 10 (does not confirm); Damage 12, not counting DR

Everyone now manages to get a better look at your aggressor. He seems to be a human with tiger characteristics. He is clad in well worn leather armor, has a bow strapped to his back, and wearing a green camouflage cloak that seems to make him harder to spot in the jungle.

Aquilia in great humor yells to Montesquieu, “You going to stand up and help? Or are you fighting this battle lying down?”

Montesquieu replies, “Fine… if I must. Sooooo sleepy.” Montesquieu, begins pontificating on other glorious battles that were fought AFTER a full night's rest.

Montesquieu stands, inspire courage

While the elephant that is war trained looks nervous but is ready to participate in combat, the other elephant panics, looking to flee. Bala uses his actions attempting to calm the crazed animal and prevent it from running off with your various supplies.

Bala uses his handle animal on untrained elephant. The wartrained elephant is in delay and is waiting for orders. Maybe one of the druids can command it using their handle animal check.

Farouq,lying on the ground and trapped within the vines and roots ensnaring him, struggles to free himself. Getting angry, he orders Adjo to mangle the cat like human, manages to stand, rages, and changes himself into a more powerful form to better escape. Adjo, getting up from his cat nap, moves next to the waretiger and prepares to maul the beast.

Farouq rages and shape changes himself into a lion. Adjo stands and moves to AQ 8

Aquilia stands up and makes a makes a quick command to Garra. Garra swoops next to the monster, and makes a quick bite. He manages to pierce the tiger’s arm, and electric sparks dance around the open wound. Immediately afterwards, the wound closes, though the scorch marks where the electric current ran through remain.

Attack roll: 23 vs AC (success!), Damage: 9 physical + 6 electric, not including DR

REMAINING IN INITATIVE FOR ROUND 1:
Aquila (current turn, Standard action remaining)
War Trained Elephant (in delay)

ROUND 2:

Daxter 10+7=17
Creature 16
Ursus 16
Takuma 16+0=16
Montesquieu 14+1=15
Elephants and Bala 13+0=13
Farouq & Adjo 7+4=11
Aquila & Garra 7+1=8'

New combat map to follow this evening.

COMBAT MAP, End of Round 1, Aquila to act

EDIT: Note that unless you have the woodland stride ability, the jungle is considered difficult terrain for you.

Aquila points in the direction of the weretiger, and yells out Dumbo! Attack! With a loud cry, the elephant begins to circle walk towards the conflict.

Aquila handle animal check to order Dumbo to attack. Dumbo double moves.

Daxter while entangled in the horribly debilitating vines, keeps his composure and casts Delusional Pride at the Waretiger. "Give in to your hubris, your arrogance, your pride. Let it be your undoing." Daxter says as he casts the spell.

Will save: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (7) + 8 = 15

Seemingly, the Tiger becomes even more confidant in his abilities, not seeming to realize that he is also telegraphing his attacks more.
Weretiger has a -2 penalty to attack rolls and skill checks, +2 bonus to will saves vs. compulsion and charm

Hermes, getting into the action, moves to tackle the weretiger with all his might. Unfortunately, he is too nimble and leans aside as Hermes body tackle misses him

Attack roll 21 vs AC; miss

Angrily, with one arm being used to hold off Ursus, uses his other hand and bite to attack Ursus!

Bite:
Attack roll: 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (2) + 13 = 15 vs AC 23 (miss!)
Claw:
Attack roll: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (6) + 8 = 14 vs AC 23 (miss!)

Meanwhile the roots beneath your feet continue to try to entangle you. Fortunately, everyone that is not already grasped by them is successful in avoiding their reach... for now.

ROUND 2:

Daxter 10+7=17 (DONE)
Weretiger 16 (DONE)
Ursus 16 (Current Turn)
Takuma 16+0=16
Montesquieu 14+1=15
Elephants and Bala 13+0=13
Farouq & Adjo 7+4=11
Aquila & Garra 7+1=8

Combat map to follow. The Elephant is occupying AX9 through AZ11.

Ursus growls as he bats the tiger's fangs away. With a roar he brings his own fangs to bear as he opens his ursine maw and tears at his prey's shoulder. He manages to position himself behind him, and using his massive hairy limbs under his victim's arm and around the werebeast's feline neck the big Ulfen picks up the weartiger and performs a dragon suplex on him! Dazed for a brief second, the bear-man repositions himself for a better pin and then uses his clawed mitt to wrench on his opponent's free arm, pulling at the limb with monstrous strength. You could hear his bones and muscles ripping apart, but they quickly repair themselves.

Free Action - Animal Fury Bite

1d20 + 18 ⇒ (13) + 18 = 31 (success)
1d4 + 21 ⇒ (3) + 21 = 24 damage, not counting DR

Standard Action - Maintain Grapple to Pin
1d20 + 35 ⇒ (13) + 37 = 49 (success)

Move Action - Grapple for Damage
1d4 + 21 ⇒ (1) + 21 = 22 damage, not counting DR

With the Waretiger restraigned, Gets up from prone, stares into the beast's eyes, yells out "You will regret this!" and mentally prepares himself to devote himself to slay the target of his wrath. Then, with a scream, he slashes the weretiger. He manages some deep cuts, but the waretiger's wounds quickly close.

Move action: stand up.
Swift action: challenge to weretiger.
Standard action: slash 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (3) + 13 = 16 (success)
damage 1d10 + 7 + 1d6 ⇒ (3) + 7 + (5) = 15 damage, not counting DR

"And so, the sunlit heroes began swinging their mighty swords, slashing away in the morrrrning!" Montesquieu chants trying to look intimidating. The waretiger seems to notice the trouble he is in, and begins to look worried. Montesquieu then reaches into his backpack and draws his net.
Intimidate: 1d20 + 25 ⇒ (12) + 25 = 37
Its a bit hard to make a verbal threat while performing an oratory for your bard song. I'm assigning a penalty for that.

Intimidate: 1d20 + 25 ⇒ (12) + 25 -4 = 33 (success!)

Dumbo, urged on by Aquila, finishes gets within goring range, and spears the waretiger!
Elephant moves to AV7 and Attacks
Attack: 1d20 + 16 ⇒ (14) + 16 = 30 (success!)
Damage: 2d8 + 10 ⇒ (5, 5) + 10 = 20 damage, not counting DR

"Farouq, stop messing around with those plants and just join the fight!" Aquila says as she chants a quick prayer. With a triumphant roar, Farouq bursts free of the vines and roots. and attacks the Waretiger. His jaws manage to clamp around the waretiger, but it dosn't seam to hurt him much.
[ooc] Farouq roars, moves to AS5-AT6 and attacks!
1d20 + 6 + 7 + 2 + 2 ⇒ (1) + 6 + 7 + 2 + 2 = 18 (success)
1d8 + 7 + 1 + 2 ⇒ (1) + 7 + 1 + 2 = 11 (damage, not including DR)

Adjo attacks as well, greatly outperforming his master, clamping his jaws around his neck, and opening a deadly wound! The waretiger falls unconscious (and is bleeding out).

Bite
1d20 + 9 + 2 + 2 ⇒ (19) + 9 + 2 + 2 = 32 (success)
1d8 + 12 ⇒ (8) + 12 = 20

Claw
1d20 + 9 + 2 + 2 ⇒ (5) + 9 + 2 + 2 = 18 (success)
1d8 + 12 ⇒ (7) + 12 = 19

Claw
1d20 + 9 + 2 + 2 ⇒ (11) + 9 + 2 + 2 = 24 (success)
1d8 + 12 ⇒ (6) + 12 = 18
All damage not included DR

*Cue victory song and victory dance now :P*

"Will someone kill the foul beast so we may go back to sleep? I have spellcasting to do in the morning." Daxter says as he calls Hermes back over to him as he heads towards his bedroll.

Ursus roars in victory over the defeated weretiger. Grunting, the man-bear lift's the lycanthrope's bleeding form off the ground and then smashes it down, spine-first, across his outstretched knee.

CdG
2d3 + 42 ⇒ (2, 2) + 42 = 46

Tossing the broken body aside the Ulfen's fur fades away again just as quickly as it appeared.

"It would have been nice to question him... Montesqueue can interrogate quite well. I would have liked to know if he was a true lycantrope. Takuma was bitten, so should we be afraid he'll turn into a weretiger?"

"It would have been nice to question him... Montesqueue can interrogate quite well. I would have liked to know if he was a true lycantrope. Takuma was bitten, so should we be afraid he'll turn into a weretiger?"

"None of the other cultist's were willing to talk. What makes you think this creature would be different? For all we know he could just attack us again. Also, Montesquieu does not seem to know the local language, so I doubt he could have even communicated with him. I believe we are better off exterminating them like we agreed to as opposed to trying to converse with them. And lastly no, Takuma will not be turning into such a beast. It is not transmittable in any way, unlike the the illnesses that Ursus might acquire." Daxter smiles as he makes that final jab.

Acting as he hasn't ear the halfling, Takuma sheathe his katana, put it in front of him, in the ground, and he sits in Lotus position.

-I'll make the next guard. -after a little pause- Somebody could make it with me, just in case I transform in a beast like that.

"I wouldn't worry too much friend", Ursus says as he stokes the campfire bringing it back life. "Dax has the right of it in that you can't become one of us that way".

"Besides, you should consider yourself lucky if you somehow picked it up. The strength and stamina is incredible. Imagine how you felt on your strongest day and then double it, triple it", the big Ulfen explains. "The fur itches like hell the first few times it grows in and falls out like that, but you get used to it", he finishes with a laugh.

"And of course there's the animal magnetism. Women can sense the beast - they're drawn to it. Learn to channel that strength and you can't keep them out of your bed", Ursus says with a lewd grin.

The next day greets you uneventfully. Bala cooks breakfast for you (a delicious vegetarian stew). Afterwards, you pack up the elephants and continue on your journey.

The trek is slow going, due to unfavorable weather. It is very humid and sticky. You are often greeted by sudden down-pores of water, which can last for several minutes, only to clear up just as suddenly, leaving the jungle floor wet and muddy. Once, you had to stop and wait for a barge to cross another river, swollen from the rains. You could of tried to cross it using the elephants to wade, but Bala warns you off.
"No. No. No. Mukara," he says, arms stretching wide.

The poor weather decreases your rate of travel, and you begin to run low on supplies. Eventually however, you begin to see the small village of Leckumgee in the distance at the end of your sixth day of travel. It is early in the evening when you arrive, and about 2 days before the next full moon. Another storm appears to be brewing over the horizon.

So what are you guys doing?

From the conversation above, I'm assuming that you guys aren't going to treat the bite or take any preventative measures against the cursed bite. I'm going to roll Takuma's lycanthropy fort save on the night of the full moon, to make the event suspenseful.