I know this might sound odd, but if we take one alive I could question it about the surrounding area! Berenkor yells, as he aims his crossbow carefully at one of the menaces.
(D6 fire damage)
After taking the shot, Berenkor drops his crossbow and draws his longsword.
Unfortunate, but true.
How does one get one of those jobs where all you do is play D&D all day? I want one!
Eseldra finishes her spell, and a patch of ground between the group and the giant frogs instantly is coated with a slick sheen of oily grease. Berenkor quickly looses a bolt that strikes with explosive force, burying deep into the hide of the creature furthest to the left and blowing off a huge chunk of its flesh in a fiery conflagration.
Two of the frogs slip and slide on the grease, and while one manages to leap through with no ill effects, the others webbed feet cannot find purchase and the beast tumbles head over heels to lie in a heap, momentarily stunned.
Three of the frogs make it to the group and lash out with their sticky tongues, but even though the attack is lightning swift, no members of the Chartered Six find themselves on the menu of the amphibious beasts...at least not yet.
Karthas moves to attack one of the frogs with his greatsword, entering a rage once he's in position.
Acrobatics to avoid AoO (if needed):
Attack: (power attack, add +2 if I happen to have a flank)
Damage: (power attack, add +1 if I have a flank from dirty fighter)
Round 2 Action
Berenkor will Inspire Courage in his allies and in himself, and then move in front of Eseldra to keep her out of any melee trouble.
Harther copies Karthas' example and slashes at one of the giant frogs with his greatsword.
Attack:
Damage:
Eseldra will try to line up a colour spray DC 15 without hitting allies; otherwise, standard acid dart ; damage:
Tyr uses the time it takes the giant frog to close uon them to draw his great sword. Once the creatures are within range, he strikes.
The party's brutal onslaught quickly annihilates the remaining frogs.
Despite the horrific smell of sulphur, the clearing is actually a pleasant place. The hot springs would be a great place for a relaxing soak, so long as the bather could stomach the stench.
Survival (aid Rani):
Hit Point Roll:
Survival (aid Rani):1d20 + 4
Hit Point Roll:1d8 + 2
The group completes the mapping of the territory, finding the region to be a densely wooded area. The Skunk River flows from the source the party found and leaves the territory to the southeast. By nightfall, the Chartered Six are confident that they have completed yet another portion of the map.
Survival (Aid Rani):
Survival roll:
Survival roll: 1d20
Survival roll: 1d20
Survival (Aid Rani):
Survival:
The Chartered Six begins their exploration of the next territory amidst a heavy rainstorm. Rain drips and drizzles from the thick trees overhead, puddling in the dense foliage below. More than once a curse escapes the intrepid explorer's lips as they step into an unseen hole and find their boot filled with water.
The Chartered Six begins their exploration of the next territory amidst a heavy rainstorm. Rain drips and drizzles from the thick trees overhead, puddling in the dense foliage below. More than once a curse escapes the intrepid explorer's lips as they step into an unseen hole and find their boot filled with water.
Perception (Aid Harther):
Perception (my own roll, not an aid. I don't believe aid is much good for perception rolls if you have an ok modifier at low levels.)-
Perception:
Perception:
The exploration is plagued by the rainstorm. Several times mudslides block the path the party tries to follow, and heavy rain severely limits the visibility. Try as they might, their best efforts at mapping seem doomed to fail this day. Fortunately, the Chartered Six are aware of the mistakes they are making, and decide to call it an early evening and hope for better luck on the morrow.
When the group decides to look for a place to camp in earnest, Harther spots a tangle of briars that seems to lead to a clearing beyond. Pushing through the tangle, the groups' hearts nearly stop in their chest at the sight beyond.
A large clearing in the woods lies here, its border partially defined by ruined stone pillars. The western face of the clearing is dominated by a looming, upthrust ridge of rock, nearly three hundred feet across and rising to a moss-topped height of at least a hundred feet at the center. The side of this towering boulder facing the clearing has been carved in the likeness of an immense elk, its antlers drooping down from its weathered face to frame a fifty-foot-wide cave entrance. A flight of stone steps leads up to the mouth of the cave from the forest clearing. Both the steps and the elk carving appear quite old and are thickly encrusted with layers of moss and forest growth. An oval pool about twenty-five feet wide and twice that amount long sits in the middle of the clearing, its waters thick with algae.
Rani immediately recognizes this as a temple of Erastil, and a lost one at that.
Rani immediately recognizes this as a temple of Erastil, and a lost one at that.
"Look! I have seen a number of shrines to Erastil in this wilderness but this is a real temple. What a find!" Despite her exitement, Rani approaches the temple cautiously.
Tyr stands dripping in the rain and looks about.
Thorns...dirt...rocks...large puddle...moss...
The expression upon his features is that of some one who is largely underwhelmed.
[B]"Didn't the priest back at Oleg's say something about this lost temple being guarded by a rather nasty creature?"[\b]
E
seldra peers about, looking for trouble.
Perception:
[b]"Didn't the priest back at Oleg's say something about this lost temple being guarded by a rather nasty creature?"[\b]
Eseldra peers about, looking for trouble.Perception: 1d20+3
"I believe you are right." Karthas says, looking around after being reminded of the guardian.
Perception:
Heeding Eseldra's statement, Harther draws his bow and nocks an arrow, peering about for any fell guardians.
Perception:
Berenkor swiftly draws his Heavy Crossbow and loads it with another flaming bolt, after seeing Harther drawing his bow.
Well... I'm all for not sleeping out in the cold. Why not make sure this cave is safe and rest here for the night?
For Harther:
"Do you all hear that?" Harther quietly asks his companions. "A low rumble coming from the mouth of the temple, there." Harther raises his bow and points it at the temple entrance.