Dark Sun: On the Road to Kurn (Inactive)

Game Master EltonJ

Zera attacks it again, hoping for another lucky shot:

attack: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (7) + 6 = 13

Hmm. Looks like a miss.

Zera attacks it again, hoping for another lucky shot:

attack: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (7) + 6 = 13

Hmm. Looks like a miss.

Yep, it's a miss.

How close is it? Does it look like I can outrun it?

It has a 20 feet per round running feature. But you also feel that you are getting a headache as you are assaulted by psychic crush.

Your will abruptly and brutally crushes the mental essence of any one creature, debilitating its acumen. The target must make a Will save with a +4 bonus or collapse unconscious and dying at –1 hit points. If the target succeeds on the save, it takes 3d6 points of damage.

Whoops, getting serious. Time to reveal my magic power and risk Tarkahas knowing my secret in order to save him:

Magic Missle damage: 3d4 + 3 ⇒ (2, 2, 3) + 3 = 10 <--I am a preserver, not defiler.

will: 1d20 + 5 + 4 ⇒ (20) + 5 + 4 = 29
damage: 3d6 ⇒ (2, 5, 2) = 9

"Argh!" Tarkahas clutches his head. "Did that thing just do that? It must be really mad!"

Tarkahas dodges back and focuses his mind once again. He thinks friendly thoughts towards the creature.

Casting telempathic projection to try to improve it's attitude by one step towards us. Will save DC 14 for no effect.

Forderran's will save: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (16) + 3 = 19

Hmm, it didn't work. It's still angry, plus Zera just did a number on it with her magic missile.

Magic Missile again:

Magic Missile damage: 3d4 + 3 ⇒ (4, 1, 3) + 3 = 11

Okay, you're just whittling it down. The Forderran turns around and starts going after Zera. The smell must be unbearable.

I try to stay far enough away to not get overwhelmed by the smell. Magic Missile again.

Magic Missile damage: 3d4 + 3 ⇒ (4, 2, 1) + 3 = 10

Seeing that the creature has turned away from him, Tarkahas focuses his mind again, and concentrates.

Begin casting summon monster II again, calling up an earth elemental.

Now you foolish to use magic at angry stone! Better run!

Czernobog gets another javelin and throws it at the stone from some distance.

Atlatl: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (15) + 5 = 201d8 + 8 ⇒ (7) + 8 = 15

The earth elemental appears. Zera hits it with another magic missile, and now it's just starting to get tired. Czernobog throws a javelin at it and now it just stops, trying to breathe. (You've done 50 pts of damage to a CR 5 creature. It's dead.)

Finally. I was worried it was going to follow us forever.

Zera ties her neck scarf around her nose and mouth to try to soften the stink and goes over to see if there is anything salvageable from the corpse.

She also asks Um, guys, could you not say anything about the magic? I'm not a defiler, but you know people will think I am. Please?

After salvaging the skin or scales or anything that looks durable enough to make into gear, or valuable, she rides with them back to catch up with the caravan.

Um, guys, could you not say anything about the magic? I'm not a defiler, but you know people will think I am. Please?

"Nonsense. Those looked like glass darts to me. I hear you can buy those in Nibenay. Very sharp." Tarkahas winks.

After salvaging the skin or scales or anything that looks durable enough to make into gear, or valuable,...

Might be good for Chitin armor.

Zera, do a knowledge arcana check again. You may have missed something.

Exactly. Thanks Tarkahas. :)

Um, Czernobog... please? I'll owe you one.

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (7) + 10 = 17

To see if I missed something:

Knowledge Arcana: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (12) + 6 = 18

Exactly. Thanks Tarkahas. :)

Um, Czernobog... please? I'll owe you one.

[dice=Diplomacy]1d20+10

To see if I missed something:

[dice=Knowledge Arcana]1d20+6

You remember that these things have a gland which can be used for making potions and inks.

Oh, duh, why didn't I think of that earlier? Zera thinks to herself, as she recovers the gland in question very carefully.

Anything else salvageable?

Do I know if the meat is edible?

knowledge nature: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (18) + 3 = 21

Oh, duh, why didn't I think of that earlier? Zera thinks to herself, as she recovers the gland in question very carefully.

Anything else salvageable?

Do I know if the meat is edible?

[dice=knowledge nature]1d20+3

It is edible, but it tastes as bad as it smells.

Ha ha. We'll just say no then. :) Hoping Czernobog isn't going to give me away, I ride back to the caravan.

Czernobog eyes Zera a bit warily, but finaly nods. Better to have them witches at ones side than on the other.

The caravan continues, giving Tarkahas a chance to rest and heal. There is no more encounters for the day.

Zera stands guard for first watch when the caravan stops for the night. Her familiar merges into her flesh in the darkness, returning to tattoo form.

give me a perception check.

Perception: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (14) + 2 = 16

[dice=Perception]1d20+2

You don't notice anything.

Heh heh. Great. :) My character is confident that everything is okay, but I'm personally panicking a little bit. :)

Heh heh. Great. :) My character is confident that everything is okay, but I'm personally panicking a little bit. :)

Good. I like that. But don't worry, after a night's sleep you'll stop panicking.

Maybe I should fall asleep on watch. That would probably help. ;)

Ready for my turn at watch when you decide to wake me. :)

After my watch (if I live through it), I wake up Tarkahas.

You live through it. Nothing seems to happen, except that the night desert creatures are out tonight.

Tarkahas, give me a perception check.

Tarkahas walks a circuit around the wagons, keeping his eyes on the desert around.

perception: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (12) + 8 = 20

Tarkahas walks a circuit around the wagons, keeping his eyes on the desert around.

[dice=perception]1d20+8

Tarkahas begins waking the others quietly.

"Guys... we got a dust cloud over there. Could be riders. Looks like they could be shadowing us."

Zera gets geared up and ready to face whatever is coming, knowing that it will take the caravan some time to get going again.

She asks Tarkahas What do you think, should we ride out to meet them?

"Maybe we can get close without being spotted. See who they are."

"I'm sure this caravan kicks up plenty of dust, so if they were following us in the daytime they know where we are. But they won't necessarily see a few people breaking off from the caravan."

How good is everyone at Stealth? I have a -1 with armor, so not very good.

I have a +3, but yeah, not sure if stealth is likely--? Willing to try though. :)

I thought maybe we should take all the guards and go confront them. Then, if there is a battle, it is at least away from the caravan, giving them time to get up and start moving.

But we can certainly try sneaking out there to see what they are up to.

She concentrates, and tries to go sneakily out to see what the pursuers are up to:

Stealth: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (17) + 3 = 20

whoa, nice roll. I totally thought I was going to fail that one.

You see a tribe of elves, riding on desert skiffs. They look like they are enjoying themselves, or maybe not. They also look like they could intercept the caravan. A perception check might be in order, and a knowledge (local) check may get you the name of their tribe.

Perception: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (14) + 2 = 16
Knowledge Local: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (5) + 3 = 8

The dust cloud is getting bigger, which means that the elves are getting closer.

Ha ha... that's what my perception roll got me? Boy. :)

Zera gives up trying to be stealthy, and just rides out to find out who they are, hoping that the others will come along to back her up.

Which they likely will not... are we down to 3 players, or are others still lurking?

Looks like we are down to three.

Perception: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (17) + 8 = 25
Knowledge (local): 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (5) + 6 = 11

"Hmm..." Tarkahas muses. "Boats that sail on sand? Why aren't we using those? Heh." Tarkahas chuckles.

"We should report this to the boss. See what he wants to do."

If this is before Zera rides out, then she pauses and says Good idea. and, presumably, they report it to the boss. :)

The half-giant listens to his comrades as they discuss the sandcloud.

Mh, first walking plant, now longears.

Perception: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (15) + 8 = 23

Longears not nice people, want to take your stuff.

Mhm they are chasing one of their own it seems. Maybe he make fun with wrong woman, maybe it´s only a trick. He might be a good thief. First be our friend, then sneak away with our goods, because we too strong.

Czernobog flexes his muscles with the last words and smiles.

The Caravan boss is very nervous with the elf tribe. He is visibly shaking, and has a worried expression on his face. His eyes are wide, and a bit droopy, his mouth is in frown, and his body is shaking.