Before Tol is able to regale the company with the tale of the griffin, he is slapped in the face with wet leaves. His words die on his lips, and he is attentive to the gloomy silence around him.
Syndlara frowns as the sounds of the jungle seem to die away. Her ears twitch as she strains to hear any approaching danger, and her hand rests uneasily on the hilt of her scimitar. She starts to say something, but thinks better of it.
Perception:
Mugambi seems hesitant to put words to his memories. He was about to speak when something stir up his senses.
The path weaves away from the cliff face again... bushes fill the space in between. As you come around the bend the bushes shake 10 feet ahead of you on your left. You see a small monkey peer through the leaves, and faintly 'coos' a half-dozen times.
You see movement in the bushes on the opposite side as well - 10' down the path, 25-30' further away from the path into the jungle on your right.
Gatherine recoiled in disgust at the sight of the cooing monkey,gripping her gun a grip so tight her knuckles crinkled.When it didn't throw a a handful of its own dung at her,she relaxed but noticed movement in the growth up ahead of them by about ten feet,on the opposite side of the path some thirty feet away into the jungle itself.
Gatherine made a deliberate show of aiming Sneezy Dragon at where she saw movement and chewed on the end of the tindertwig in her teeth.The flask of oil rested within easy reach in her sash on her chesDung-flinging monkeys or people -eating barbarians?
Syndlara glances at Gatherine, shrugging almost imperceptibly. "Could be both, or either. Or neither. Let's get closer and find out, mm?" she replies, drawing her scimitar slowly and quietly. Moving quietly, she slips over to the right edge of the trail and starts to creep further, eyes on the area she spotted movement to the right.
Not having perceived what Syndlara and Gatherine had,Iolana starts seeing the elven woman changing pace and sneaking further along the trail.
she must have seen something the varisian girl also keeps her head low and readies her scimitar slowly.
Initiative:
Str 12/Dex 13/Con 13/Int 16/Wis 12/Cha 14
HP 12/15
AC (lamellar armor) [Tot 16] [Touch 12] [FF 14] Dodge feat already included
CMB:+2 (+1BaB +1strength)
CMD:13 (+1BaB +1strength +1dexterity +10)
Fortitude save +4 (+3base +1con)
Reflex save +1 (+0base +1dex)
Will save +4 (+3base +1wis)
BaB+1
Initiative+1
Caster level check +5
Speed 30ft/9mtr
Scimitar [att+2 dam1d6+1 18-20/x2 type S]
Shortbow [att+2 dam1d6 x3 60ft type P] 18 arrows
Prepared Spells :Level 0(cantrips):Daze(will DC13);Acid Splash(1d3 acid);Light;Detect Magic
Level 1:Shocking Grasp(2d6 elect);Shield(+4 AC)
Arcane Pool(1/2 magus level+int mod)[2]
Carrying 40lbs/light emcumbrance/check penalty -1
Iolana uses a pool point to give her scimitar a magical bonus
Mugambi draw his own weapon following his friends example even if he cant see any threat.
A few seconds after you prepare yourselves, two savages rise from hiding. One dressed similar to the ones with blowpipes who holds a spear, the other wears a faded green hide vest along with his loincloth - draws a short bow in your direction.
Oi,Mugambi,remember that scrimshaw pipe we found?Why don't you use em to rattle em up?Show em you our big bad shaman?
She plucked the oil flask from her sash,picking the tindertwig from her teeth in preparation to light it and set the nearest threat ablaze.
Str 12/Dex 13/Con 13/Int 16/Wis 12/Cha 14
HP 12/15
AC (lamellar armor)(shield round 1/20) [Tot 20] [Touch 16] [FF 18] Dodge feat already included
CMB:+2 (+1BaB +1strength)
CMD:13 (+1BaB +1strength +1dexterity +10)
Fortitude save +4 (+3base +1con)
Reflex save +1 (+0base +1dex)
Will save +4 (+3base +1wis)
BaB+1
Initiative+1
Caster level check +5
Speed 30ft/9mtr
Scimitar [att+2 dam1d6+1 18-20/x2 type S]
Shortbow [att+2 dam1d6 x3 60ft type P] 18 arrows
Prepared Spells :Level 0(cantrips):Daze(will DC13);Acid Splash(1d3 acid);Light;Detect Magic
Level 1:Shocking Grasp(2d6 elect)
Arcane Pool(1/2 magus level+int mod)[2]
Carrying 40lbs/light emcumbrance/check penalty -1
Iolana sprints toward the savages,but stops along the way to cast a protection on herself
"Let's get the archer first"
The tribesman sprints to the best of his abilities.
Barely able to see the two savages through the thick trees, Tol curses under his breath and spurs Gorra after Iolana and Mugambi. He rounds on the two islanders, lance leveled. he bellows in common.
You could have gotten as far as 25feet from your current position on map before Round 1.
Syndlara curses under her breath and rushes forward at the nearest savage, scimitar leading in a vicious diagonal slash. "Can't any of the natives not be trying to kill or eat us?" she asks Mugambi, not taking her eyes off of the man in front of her.
The spear-wielding savage was just trying to change his grip on his spear as the group advances. He feebly tries to block Syndlara's slash, but her scimitar cuts into his belly. He then attempts to drive the point into Syndlara while the other savage lets an arrow loose toward Mugambi.
5' step + arrow vs Mugambi
damage
The little monkey hops to and up the cliff-side, and starts climbing the hanging vines.
You are the only one with the right angle to see the few savages moving into position at the top of the cliff. You can only see their heads and shoulders at the moment. The monkey appears to be climbing toward them.
Gatherine aimed at the monkey's fuzzy gangly form as it steadily made its way up to the crouching savages.She took a step forward and fired.
Actions:5 ft step+ ranged attack on monkey:
Dmg:
Reload.
Dropping into a crouch,she stuck the oil flask under her arm and reloaded.
The monkey screeches as the foliage around him gets blown off the cliff face.
"Thanks Gatherine,but they are too far away to defend agaist them yet.Better take down the ones we can reach now."
Iolana rushes to help Syndlara,seeing that the elven woman has just been wounded.
Str 12/Dex 13/Con 13/Int 16/Wis 12/Cha 14
HP 12/15
AC (lamellar armor)(shield round 2/20) [Tot 20] [Touch 16] [FF 18] Dodge feat already included
CMB:+2 (+1BaB +1strength)
CMD:13 (+1BaB +1strength +1dexterity +10)
Fortitude save +4 (+3base +1con)
Reflex save +1 (+0base +1dex)
Will save +4 (+3base +1wis)
BaB+1
Initiative+1
Caster level check +5
Speed 30ft/9mtr
Scimitar [att+2 dam1d6+1 18-20/x2 type S]
Shortbow [att+2 dam1d6 x3 60ft type P] 18 arrows
Prepared Spells :Level 0(cantrips):Daze(will DC13);Acid Splash(1d3 acid);Light;Detect Magic
Level 1:Shocking Grasp(2d6 elect)
Arcane Pool(1/2 magus level+int mod)[2]
Carrying 40lbs/light encumbrance/check penalty -1
"Well, can't say I didn't give them a chance..." Tol mutters, then, with a yell, spurs Gorra in the direction of the archer.
Yep. It would be a touch attack AC 5, with penalties for range. Roll a 11 or better on an attack roll 1d20+3 (attack roll including dex bonus)
You glance over at the forty foot high cliff. The canopy blocks everyone from seeing the savages Gatherine has pointed out, but you do see at least three figures through the leaves.
all three carry spears or javelins
Syndlara gives the savage that just stabbed her an exhilarated, crooked smile. Right foot leading, she feints and slashes at the man's midsection. "Not even worthy of the Dance," she taunts, her tone almost conversational as the scimitar's edge opens up the man's belly.
The first arrow comes strait to Mugambi, he barely have time to raise his shield. With a loud "TUMP" the arrow head digs deep into the wood of it. Decided not to let his enemies have a second chance at his life he attacks the nearest one.
Hearing Gatherine's warning shout in the background he quickly glances around trying not to lose focus.
Gatherine glared up at the cliff in frustration as the monkey was startled but caught itself from falling from the clifface as her shot missed,shredding vines and sending sparks off the rock.
Perception
Bits of tattered foilage fluttered down,obscuring her vision in a dizzying cascade of green.
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"As i thought, all of those three have ranged weapons, damn them"
The savage sliced by Syndlara drops his spear and falls to his knees... his hands reflexively try to restuff his belly for his last few seconds of life.
Gatherine sees more heads and speartips appear on the edge of the cliff - at least three more. One them yells out something in mostly Polyglot.
"Sound the (unknown word), they have come right to our hunting ground. (unknown word) them here. Tonight we feast!"
The bow wielder avoids Mugambi's strike. Mugambi notices him look down at a woven lidded basket at his feet. He kicks it over and starts to run for the cliff when Tol nearly bowls him over - shattering a rib with his lance.
You see two of the savages sit on the edge of the cliff, as if they are planning on dropping down. You see another reaching for vines hanging from the canopy of trees with a little hook on the edge of his spear, and then he starts to hand the vines to the sitting men.
Gatherine grinned viciously when she saw the savages prepare to leap down using the vines.Lighting the tindertwig with a flick of her wrist against her leather armor,she lit the wick of the oil flask and tossed it aside.
Taking a big step forward,she reeled back and hurled the smoking flask of oil at the cliff with a whoop.
Oil splashed and orange flame rolled across the foilage clinging to the cliff.
Iolana winced at the sight of the new enemies on the cliff,but she is determined to fight for her life. The girl shouts while running on Syndlara's foe.
"What the?????? They brought the entire tribe,they must really fear us."
Str 12/Dex 13/Con 13/Int 16/Wis 12/Cha 14
HP 12/15
AC (lamellar armor)(shield round 3/20) [Tot 20] [Touch 16] [FF 18] Dodge feat already included
CMB:+2 (+1BaB +1strength)
CMD:13 (+1BaB +1strength +1dexterity +10)
Fortitude save +4 (+3base +1con)
Reflex save +1 (+0base +1dex)
Will save +4 (+3base +1wis)
BaB+1
Initiative+1
Caster level check +5
Speed 30ft/9mtr
Scimitar [att+2 dam1d6+1 18-20/x2 type S]
Shortbow [att+2 dam1d6 x3 60ft type P] 18 arrows
Prepared Spells :Level 0(cantrips):Daze(will DC13);Acid Splash(1d3 acid);Light;Detect Magic
Level 1:Shocking Grasp(2d6 elect)
Arcane Pool(1/2 magus level+int mod)[2]
Carrying 40lbs/light encumbrance/check penalty -1
A gout of flame erupts on the cliff face below the gathering savages, and drips fire in streaks as the leaves and vines sizzle. You hear startled yells and screams from the savages above.