Dr. Jameson Iverness |
"A strain of moss that grows upon the tree," the doctor stated. Carefully, Jameson approaches the tree as he searches both for the moss and any potential threats. Enough things have tried to kill him today that even passing clouds could seem a touch sinister.
Knowledge (Nature): 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (11) + 7 = 18
Perception: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (17) + 5 = 22
GM Storycrafter |
Assuming that Osric and Belrick are still with us and standing back near the southeast clearing edge
As Jameson and Tobian Jameson cautiously approach the tree, they notice two things.
The first is that the clearing sounds quiet. Eerily quiet.
The second thing that they notice, perhaps too late as it seems, is the well hidden, large, worm-like form launching down on Jameson from the lowest branches of the tree. Hidden extremely well, and with lightening quick reflexes, the creature is upon Jameson before he realizes the danger.
claw1 attack: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (1) + 5 = 6
claw2 attack: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (11) + 5 = 16
claw1 damage: 1d4 + 2 ⇒ (3) + 2 = 5
claw2 damage: 1d4 + 2 ⇒ (4) + 2 = 6
Grapple, if successful: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (13) + 9 = 22
Scaly hide, and eight foot long, with razor sharp teeth and claw, the creature looks very similar to a dragon without wings. As it pounces near Jameson, it lashes out with its claws, narrowly missing him.
Belrick initiative: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (3) + 5 = 8
Oswin initiative: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (1) + 2 = 3
Tobian initiative: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (11) + 2 = 13
Jameson initiative: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (10) + 4 = 14
Creature initiative: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (15) + 2 = 17
Initiative:
Creature
Jameson
Tobian
Oswin
Belrick
Sensing its first attack having missed but perhaps having surprised Jameson, the creature lashes at him again.
claw1 attack: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (14) + 5 = 19
claw2 attack: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (2) + 5 = 7
claw1 damage: 1d4 + 2 ⇒ (3) + 2 = 5
claw2 damage: 1d4 + 2 ⇒ (3) + 2 = 5
Grapple, if successful: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (7) + 9 = 16
Connecting with its left claw, the creature gouges Jameson for 5 points of damage. In addition, it manages to grab hold of Jameson, grappling him.
Jameson and Tobian are near each other, approximately 10 feet from the tree trunk. Overhead, the branches radiate outward another 25 feet over them. About 50 feet away, near the southeast clearing, Oswin and Belrick have clear view of the sudden attack. The creature stands next to Jameson and is adjacent to Tobian as well (both are now within normal melee striking range).
All players have action left this round.
Tobian Myroth |
Doctor! Look out! Tobian tries to warn the man but his cry is much too late. Attempting to recover from surprise the elf looks as if he were to cast a spell but realizes he may injure the Doctor if he does so. Instead he strikes at the creature with his longsword.
Attack: 1d20 ⇒ 16
Damage: 1d8 ⇒ 6
Dr. Jameson Iverness |
Current HP: 5/10
"Get this thing off me!" The doctor yells, stabbing at the creature with a dagger, shifting as best he could to let Tobian have access to the beast's unprotected back. The beast's assault causes it to brush up against the barbs hidden in Dr. Iverness's clothes.
Dagger (Flanking/Grappled): 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (16) + 6 = 22
Damage: 1d4 + 1d6 ⇒ (1) + (5) = 6
DC 15 reflex save or 1 additional damage from a Barbed Vest every time he uses a natural attack.
GM Storycrafter |
Nifty little vest we have there.
Belrick, I'm going to assume you were charging, since the distance was about 50 feet. That adds +2 to your roll, and your opponent is currently grappled, reducing its AC. If that was your intent, please roll damage for your attack.
Reflex save vs. vest: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (11) + 5 = 16
The worm-like creature screams as it grabs Jameson, surprised as it finds barbs barely penetrating its thick, scaly hide. It screams again as Jameson's dagger finds an opening between the scales, penetrating flesh. Thick, brownish blood begins to pour from the wound, further enraging the beast. It lashes around, unable to avoid Belrick's charge from the edge of the forest.
Oswin, you may either double move to close the distance to the melee combatants, or charge and make an attack.
Oswin Durhelm |
Oswin sees the struggle, and doubles his efforts to close in on the monster. He charges forward, swinging his sword in an arc.
Longsword attack: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (17) + 2 = 19
Damage: 1d8 + 2 ⇒ (8) + 2 = 10
GM Storycrafter |
Reflex save: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (18) + 5 = 23
As the creature withdraws into the tree, Tobian's fire jet largely glances off of it, barely singing its tail scales. Jameon's crossbow bolt, however, hits its mark more solidly as it sinks into the creatures back, slightly above the heart. With an ear piercing cry, the creature's front paws slip off the bark of the tree as it tumbles backwards toward the ground. With a couple of violent spasms and after some wild tail thrashing, the creature lets out a large gasp -- its last -- and slumps to the ground.
A cursory search of the trunk of the tree will reveal a patch of moss similar to that which Larel described as elderwood moss. It should be easily collected.
Dr. Jameson Iverness |
Panting and apparently still somewhat furious, Jameson kicks the ugly beast's corpse before wincing and clutching the seeping wound in his side. Pulling a vial out of his coat, he slugs the contents. As whatever was in the vial enters his body, he breaths a sigh of relief and the red stain around the torn cloth stops spreading. Ugly torn flesh can still be seen through it though.
Extract of Cure Light Wounds: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2
Barded vests are really nice to have for low BAB, low strength characters at low levels. They make a nice supplement for characters I can't afford to put ranks in escape artist with. Almost as common with me as spring-loaded wrist sheaths.
Tobian Myroth |
Will you be alright, Doctor? Tobian asks as he watches the man drink the potion. That could have ended up badly. At least we have found the moss we needed to collect. Where do we go from here?
Dr. Jameson Iverness |
"I will survive, I think, but we should be more cautious in the future. If I take another blow like that and end up insensate from shock, I would request that one of you administer this to me," the doctor said, holding up a potion of Cure Light Wounds. Unlike the other, it was not dependent on his personal energies to operate.
"The Witch's hut might be a good choice next," he offered. "It might behoove us to see if one of the lizard's last meals left any useful supplies behind."
Perception (the area): 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (13) + 5 = 18
GM Storycrafter |
As you look to the west and consult the map again, you estimate the distance to the witch's hut will probably take the better part of 4 more hours from where you are now to cover. It is approaching dusk, so the trip is likely to take you beyond sundown.
Belrick Argillos |
Belrick utters a non-committal grunt. If you folks want to help that hovel, time is of the essence. We may want to press on beyond sundown and bed down for the latter half of the night rather than the entire night.
GM Storycrafter |
As you ascend 10 or 15 feet, you get the notion that the while tree is massively large, it could quite possibly be climbed quite highly -- perhaps all the way to the top. At about 30 feet up, you notice three bodies dangling just above you. Hanging upside down, their flesh appears completely stripped while their clothes dangle loosely from their now thin corpses. These bodies appear to have several weapons (including crossbows, short swords, and a shortbow), as well as possibly one intact suite of hide armor. One of the bodies appears to have a ring (which glints ever so slightly), and another, a backpack. It would probably take many minutes to climb further up and out to the bodies to cut them down or search the bodies more closely and retrieve any items.
Tobian makes short work of his climb, and in no time, is about 30 feet above you.
Tobian Myroth |
There are bodies up here! The glint you saw was a ring one of them was wearing, good Doctor!
I will take the time to cast Detect Magic and then will move to retrieve the ring, backpack and whatever else I can salvage, making note of any auras I detect. If there is room and the tree limbs would hold up I'll make room for anyone else that would like to come up and assist.
GM Storycrafter |
You find amongst the bodies:
- 2 crossbows
- 2 short swords
- a suit of hide armor
- a very well made shortbow
- a signet ring with the image of a flaming hawk
- A backpack
You also find 20gp among the bodies.
Inside:
- 8 days worth of rations
- A small sapphire that appears to have a sparkling flame inside. This sapphire is wrapped in a very fine linen.
Tobian Myroth |
Tobian takes the backpack and opens it, finding the sapphire that is wrapped in a very fine linen. This little trinket seems to be of a magical nature. Tobian will study the sapphire. Spellcraft? to determine what the sapphire might be/do: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (11) + 8 = 19
GM Storycrafter |
As Tobian peers inside the gem, his growing knowledge of arcana and his powers of scrutiny give him meager insight in this case. The gem appears, as far as he can tell, to be a container for some sort of force -- likely divine. He is unable to ascertain the exact nature of that force, but he does believe it may be possible control it or even, if required, free it. Without further research, it is not clear whether is has any function other than as container.
GM Storycrafter |
Assuming the party marches on into nightfall
After about 90 minutes, darkness eventually falls. The tall trees seem to close in about the group in an oppressive wall of thick green branches that seem to catch every bit of clothing as they press into the darkness.
Will you camp or press on to your next objective? If you are breaking for camp, please state your watch order.
GM Storycrafter |
Assuming Belrick agrees and takes a middle watch
Random Encounter chance watch 1: 1d100 ⇒ 90
Random Encounter chance watch 2: 1d100 ⇒ 87
Random Encounter chance watch 3: 1d100 ⇒ 17
Random Encounter chance watch 4: 1d100 ⇒ 45
The night passes uneventfully. As dawn slowly breaks, you can look forward to the fact that you only have 2 and a half hours until your destination.
As the group prepares for the day, you'll notice that there is a particular gloomy feeling settling in. The day is very overcast and the oppressive growth you felt from the thick forest is still with you. Bugs buzz constantly around you and the woods seem alive with the sounds of small animals running all around you. It's hard not to feel stifled as you begin your trek westward toward the witch's cottage. You march on.
The sounds of the forest become suddenly distant as the trees part, opening into a small, almost perfectly circular glade. The nearest stands of pine, eyln, and darkwood—all typically sturdy woods—twist away from the clearing, as if bent by some impossibly strong wind or seemingly in an attempt to flee despite their paralyzed roots. At the glade’s center squats an ugly cottage, little more than a pile of twigs, shoots, and ivy stacked upon mud walls. From the thatched roof dangle bundles of gnarled roots, old dried beast carcasses, and knucklebone bangles, all clattering together like gruesome wind chimes. A dozen small thatched fetishes—each shaped like a tiny man, imp, or rearing serpent—stand propped in the yard, keeping guard before a rickety plank door.
The clearing is roughly 120 foot in diameter. The cottage is circular and approximately 15 foot in diameter.
GM Storycrafter |
As Belrick walks around the clearing you see no sign of the fox. It has been following you since you rescued it at the river, although it appears to have silently disappeared once you reached this clearing.
Is anyone approaching the cottage?
GM Storycrafter |
Sorry I missed that. I had assumed you were scouting around the perimeter. There isn't a whole lot of cover in the open glade, although you were deadly silent as you approached.
As Jameson approaches, he can clearly see the door has rotted off its hinges. The air in the glade is rather still, although not completely silent. The door does look like it could be easily lifted and pushed aside by two people. You see nothing else of note as you approach.
GM Storycrafter |
2 small windows exist. Near to the roof, and very, very dirty.
Dr. Jameson Iverness |
Perception: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (20) + 5 = 25
Dr. Iverness pauses and carefully peers through one of the windows. The hut was so dilapidated that he doubted anything was living in there, yet inside there was a figure of some kind. Carefully he returned to the others.
"The place is a mess but there is something person-shaped in there. How do you wish to proceed?"