Aneira takes a 5 ft step to M:6 and fires her crossbow at the giant weasel.
and the bolt goes truly awry and falls far short of the creature, leaving Aneira frustrated and annoyed.
GM stuff (this is ridiculous how low I roll as a GM I am not even spoilering it anymore)
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Gabe and Aneira both fire at the large weasel but Aneira has trouble even aiming in the right direction. Gabe's shot would have hit were it not for Beck and Variel in his way.
Xanxan tries to stab at it but too much energy was put into his retort than into his swing and the blow goes wide. Beck fares a bit better and manages to strike the front paw smashing it with his club.
Targeting Variel as he did the most damage, the weasel full attacks with a bite and two claw rakes. The pain in its shoulder and front paw are too much as all three blows miss their mark.
Good guys up
Aneira loads a new bolt into her crossbow and fires at the large weasel once more.
And once again fails miserably with her aim and her frustration and worry show.
Beck takes another Swing at the Weasle as Sheelah lays into the giant rodent, as kitty-cats are wont to do,
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Gabryjel will take another shot.
Variel sees Beck and Sheelah land blows on the weasel butit still stands. Aneira dn Gabe continue to fire at it as well but without much luck. Hoping that there is not much left to the giant weasel Variel attacks it as well. If he doesn't drop it perhaps Venja or Xanxan will be able to.
Attack
Damage
Variel's aim is not better than some of the others and the giant weasel remains standing
Venja moves (to L8) and fires another crossbow bolt, sure she's going to fail, but making the attempt nonetheless.
(-4 wind and -4 melee penalty)
The wind snatches her arrow from what would likely have been a niss anyway and blows it completely off course.
Xanxan looks embarrassed at his last poor effort, and thrusts again.
Venaj
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damage and bleed
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Round 1 Recap
Beck and Sheelah manage to hit the weasel dong decent damage but not able to drop the creature. Variel and Xanxan likewise attack but fail to hit. GAbe, Aneira and Venja all fire but the combination of wind, melee, and cover thwarts their efforts.
The weasel attempts to swing at Beck who hit last but cant seem to find his way around the armor that the druid wears.
Round 2
Unable to draw any closer to the weasel (and frankly not wanting to either), Aneira tries one last time to hit the creature with her light crossbow, praying to find a way past the wind, melee and cover that have been hindering her attempts thus far.
She takes a 5ft step (free action) to N:6 and loads a bolt (move action), firing it at the weasel (standard action).
Her aim was not as horrific as the last two but still, all the factors continued to hinder her from hitting her quarry and once more her bolt failed.
Gabryjel will shoot at the creature.
Given the fact that it is still snowing, he doesn't expect to hit, but he'll try...
Xanxan is glad the weasel seems to have as much trouble as it does, and thrust once more.
Variel's attack
Damage
Completely outclassed by the giant weasel Variel can't even touch the creature to do any sort of damage at all to it. Come on Beck and Sheelah finish it now.
Round 2
Beck Swings and . . .
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Sheelah attacks with a . . .
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Flurry of misses. . .
wow that was terrible. at least I'm rolling decent this round in the other game . . .
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Round 2 recap
The ineptitude continues by all exept Xanxan as bolts, blades, claws, and teeth all miss but for the little gnome who pricks the hide of the giant weasel. Crying out in a rage the weasel lashes back at Xanxan who nimble dodges both teeth and a claw only to jump into the pathway of the last claw, Almost enough to disembowel the poor gnome, Xanxan is saved by the Yeti cloak he wears granting him a hardened skin. The pain is great and the damage is costly but it could have been much worse.
No map update as same map.
Good guys up round 3...
Gabryjel will attempt to shoot the creature again.
Round 3
Aneira loads a new bolt into her crossbow (move action) and shoots at the weasel (standard action).
And for the fourth time this day, her bolt flies astray, completely and abysmally missing its intended target.
Round 3
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Sheelah's attack
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Sheelah manages to take a bite out of the creature but can't seem to find purchase with her heavy Claw-Strikes.
Xanxan cries out in pain, then coughs and complains, "This rude creature clearly doesn't know what a pain it is to remove.."*Cough*"blood stains."
And he stabs again. Normally he'd try to get to its flank where he could do more harm, but having it's attention, that's not an opening he's likely to get.
Nice blows Xanxan and Beck Variel exclaims as he gint weasel finally drops to their repeated blows. It was hard to tell whether it was the pierce tot he Herat from Xanxan of the club to the head that felled the creature. Regardless the large rodent collapsed with a gigantic thump sending billowing snow everywhere. Blinking the snow out of his eyes Variel looks around for other foes. Not seeing any he relaxes his guard.
Xanxan wobbles a bit, "Thank you, Variel. I think Beck got in the last shot, but to be honest I dont care as long as it's not going to claw me anymore."
Anee: Thank you for the concern Anee but it missed me completely. If Beck and Xanxan were hit then it is their call as I don't know the severity of their wounds. I would trust your judgement in those matters. To mean they are both still standing so that is a good sign to me.
Xanxan: It was too close to tell from here as I was too busy lamenting my failed attacks. Agree though that it is good that you both hit and removed the threat. Thanks to both of you for covering for my failures. Hopefully I will do better in the future.
Gabryjel says nothing as he moves slowly to the fallen creature.
He slings his bow and draws a dagger and deliberately cuts the beast’s throat, making sure it is dead.
His eyes are remorseless; but they are bereft on any joy from the killing.
There was no glory in it; no honor, no excitement – in the end it was a just another chore that needed to be done.
As he stoops over the snow to search for his arrows he looks over at Beck and Xanxan.
”I don’t care who did the job on this thing in the end; but you both did damn fine to me,” he says to the two of them with a nod.
It was too close to tell from here as I was too busy lamenting my failed attacks. Agree though that it is good that you both hit and removed the threat. Thanks to both of you for covering for my failures. Hopefully I will do better in the future.
He glances over at Variel as he searches briefly for any more arrows in the snow.
”Don’t blame yourself Whitestorm; you did a hell of a lot better than I did. Hell, I reckon over half of my shots would have hit it, too; if it weren’t for the gods damned snow.”
Once he is done gathering what arrows he can, he stands up.
”We good to go? Snow’s still falling and Sheelah don’t got no snowshoes. She’ll be up to her shoulders in it pretty fast, if she ain’t already,” he says.
”In other words; if we got somewhere to go – let’s leg it, eh?” he adds, eager to get going to avoid the weather.
When Variel answers, telling her he is uninjured, Aneira nods at her husband and moves to Beck and Xan and examines their wounds to determine the severity of them and treat them before any magical healing is provided (if they so choose it).
Later, she will search out her 4 wayward bolts in hopes she finds them and they are still intact.
From what I saw Gabe you missed 5 times so you find arrows back.
Aneira has
Venja has 4?
"Thank you, Gabe. I wonder if we can take the fur off this thing?"
At Aneira's kind looking over him, he smiles and thanks her too.
Aneira lays her hand on Xan and speaks the healing words.
Xanxan breaths a lot easier as his wounds heal up completely, "Why amazing, I was half dead, and now I'm feeling stronger than a sock made of steelwool! Thank you again!"
How many fur lined coats do you think you could make with that hide? or would you turn it into a set of fashion boots for a giantess instead?
Hearing Xan speak of his improved condition made Aneira happier and relieved. "Glad you're feeling better now, Xan. You are welcome."
"I don't know, Variel, I could possibly outfit a whole gnome village, but sadly I'm not wood wise enough to skin it." The gnome looks to the others, "I dont' suppose any of you think you could pull it off?"
"I have some experience with skinning. I could be of aid to Beck, or Gabe, if they would undertake the task."
Gabryjel looks at Xanxan for a moment, seeing that the gnome's healed.
"You look beautiful, boss," he says to Xanxan with a crooked grin.
He hears the suggestions of skinning the weasel and listens to it, despite his earlier words.
Gabryjel's eyes look to the sky and his eyes darken at the snowfall.
"Yeah, I could skin it - but I ain't going to," he says with a flat voice.
He jerks his thumb at the sky bluntly.
"Snow's still falling. And that ain't just snow - it's magic snow."
"It effects things bad - including a gods damned arrow. It means that my chances of hitting a gods damned big rat like this are busted down to nearly never," he adds with a dry voice.
"But even if it were normal snow, it don't matter."
"We started this thing today and there weren't about two feet on the ground. By the end of the day I reckon there could be maybe at least three feet, maybe even six feet," he adds.
"Three feet means Sheelah's swimming in it; and if it's more she'll be under it. And like I said earlier - she don't got snowshoes."
"But anyhow, never mind the snow - we got a thing to do. You skin a thing like that it'd take a good while, I reckon."
He shakes his head and sighs a bit, putting the arrows in his quiver, trying not to be as curt with his companions as he was coming off.
"We don't got time for that; that's all I'm trying to say," he adds eventually, trying to be a little nicer in his tone, but the frustration of the situation clearly effecting him still.
He looks at Xanxan as he starts to move forward to the trail ahead.
"Anyhow, what's the point, eh? You need animal skins for stitching, I got a bunch in my pack; if you really need 'em."
"Sigh, somedays you're no fun at all, Gabe. Very well though."
"Sigh, somedays you're no fun at all, Gabe. Very well though."
Gabryjel gives a backward glance to Xanxan as he continues to trudge forward.
”Yeah, I’m a regular basterd,” he says with a small smile.
Pausing, he suddenly remembers that Xanxan is supposed to be up front, not him.
”Now come on, boss – ain’t you the pointman here?” he says gesturing ahead to the trail, but his tone is more congenial.
Xanxan nods, and slips ahead
"Sure, the Weasle dinnt get a claw in at me, nor Sheelah, but I'm hurting sommat fierce still thanks ta that walkin Pinetree. SO yer healin'd be a godsend."
"It's mightly cold out, Xan, an not all o' us gots such a fyne coat like yers. So I'd honest rather keep us movin along an try find that portal afore it gets dark." Beck suggests. "Plus, the thing'll be frozed up nice and be preserved for us as we head back. We ken do it then."
As this is being discussed, SHeelah finds an open wound in the large rodent and makes a meal for herself. Not the prettiest sight, but the natural way of things...
Xanxan nods with a sigh, "Oh fair enough, I just hope some other wandering tailor with skinning knowledge doesn't steal it," He acts as if wandering scavenging tailors might not be so rare.
And when the others are ready, he takes the lead sneaking ahead.
Aneira gently lays her hand on the wounded Druid and begins speaking the ancient healing words. A white light moves from her hand into Beck attempting to knit his wounds closed.
As Gabryjel offers his opinions on the weasel, he hears the threads of Xanxan's comments about the skin.
"Oh fair enough, I just hope some other wandering tailor with skinning knowledge doesn't steal it,"
Gabryjel rubs the bridge of his noes between his thumb and forefinger, and sighs a little himself.
"Well, I reckon if one does, we'll just take it back," Gabryjel says with a flat voice, but at this point his eyes are smiling at little at their redoubtable scout's plucky enthusiasm which seem to buoy even his own normally grim spirits.
As the party moves forward, he hears Beck asking for a modest amount of healing before heading out.
"Sure, the Weasle dinnt get a claw in at me, nor Sheelah, but I'm hurting sommat fierce still thanks ta that walkin Pinetree. SO yer healin'd be a godsend."
He pauses a moment and sees that Aneira moves to him and heals him a bit.
Nodding in satisfaction at her work; he smiles a little outright, glad to see that his comrades are healed.
When the others are ready, he takes the lead sneaking ahead.
That said, he follows the others at a modest distance in his usual place.