As Leyli was surveying the area ahead of the group, she notices something peculiar about the mound. She's halfway towards it when a giant scorpion arises! "We are not your prey, and we will surely prove it to you soon!" says Leyli as she commands Furball to surround the scorpion, which the lion obeys without question.
Leyli rushes in towards the side and draws her quarterstaff, working in tandem with her was her trusty companion, going for the kill.
[dice=Bite, Flanking]1d20+2+2
[dice=Damage]1d6+1
[dice=Knowledge Nature]1d20+5
You know the poison can be extremely deadly.
It is a large creature, Let me read up on those rules.
That would be for an attack of opportunity. I'm not gonna do that. Its not going to come into play for you so its not going to come into play against you. If I need a creature to have more attacks so it will be more threatening I will just give it more attacks. But for this scorpion he is not going to attack when you advance.
Al-akim, upon seeing the massive arachnid creature draws his elegant Falchion and charges!
"Look out!
steady hands Naziri...
The Falchion slams home, and penetrates deeply into the monster's tough exoskeleton, rending the flesh inside.
Scorpion attacks the only 2 targets in range.
It barely feels Furball's bite so it goes after the 2 in front of it that look most threating. It sequels in pain from the Falchion.
Round 1
The 2 claws are deflected but Furball is not as lucky. Fort save for Furball.
EDIT:
"No! You shall not injure my companion anymore!" shouts Leyli as she slams her quarterstaff hard unto the scorpion's exoskeleton!
Furball feeling the pain inflicted on him, seeks to inflict the same pain with a little extra on top,
Their attacks seems lethal, but after the dust settles...
Leyli Your attack goes off in round 1
The attack for Furball would be for round 2
People left to post in round 1
Grim
Gunk
Raj
No one else take any actions other then roleplay.
The scorpion has taken 21 Damage so far. It is looking bloody with cracks in its carapace. It does not seem even consider the option of retreat.
Furball's Fort Save:
The poison takes its toll on the Lion!
Furball takes 2 Strength damage.
Brother Akim! Mistress Leyli! Is there no one way drive this beast away before we take wounds? Hajar shouts as others arrive to attack the beast.
Hajar gathers himself for another swing and shouts Dawnflower!
"We, all creatures good or bad, are programmed to survive. This scorpion thinks of us, as it's prey. There's no stopping that unless we show him who's on the top of the food chain."
My bad....
Yea the Furball saves vs the Poison!
Hamzah moves so that the cat and the wounded are within his channeled energy.
Gunk throws a bomb.
Hajar attacks with his Falchion
Naziri takes a sweeping second cut at the Scorpion.
The Keleshite's Falchion bites deep into the creature's carapace yet again.
27 damage done
Grim
Raj
Go round 1
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Raj rounds 1 and 2
Raj moves so that he is just out of reach, staring down the scorpion. He stretches out his hand, and a circle of glowing green runes appears. He speaks a word, and green energy flows from the ring to its center, conglomerating into a small sphere of clear green that launches itself at the scorpion. Though Raj was aiming for its face, it splatters across its back and seeps into its armor.
(vs. 9 touch AC)
Raj allowed the acid to form again. So far only the lion had been struck; a smashing blow that had left a bloody mark where the stinger had entered, and Raj knew full well that a blow like that could kill a man. Furthermore, the giant vermin was getting angry. He aimed carefully, hoping to score a hit to the scorpions eyes, perhaps blinding it, but the acid splashed harmlessly into the sand as the scorpion turned to swipe at one of his allies.
(vs. 9 touch AC)
Don't let it grab you! Once it gets ahold of you with one of those pincers it'll be all over!
Obviously! hollered Nemaides from somewhere up above.
You dont roll twice anymore. Unless you can throw 2?
Ah cool then.
Its so big there no penalitys for shooting into melee.
Its taken 28 now
Waiting in Grim going to give him some more time before I roll for him.
Round 1
Grim moves in close combat vs the scorpion and in flanking position.
Round 2
Naziri, Furball, and Leyli all land there blows and the scorpion lashes out one last time before it dies.
The giant scorpion reaches out and clamps its claw around Hajar in its death throws. It takes 4 of you to pry the claw open.
Hajar grimaces from the pain. Light save us from such monstrosities.
HP 4/12
Input here guys. Nature for poison harvest? I just read a post to use survival. Also saw one for heal.
Im thinking heal myself...
"I was thinking of doing that myself too. First of all, is anyone hurt? Great job Furball, although you can work on your dodging skills but great job overall."
I have taken a wound lady.
Hajar shows his damaged arm and torso to Leyli.
Assume between a Druid, alchemist, and Wizard someone knows how to get the poison. We will revisit the details later. IE what kind, how much, what its worth.
You should all have the map. Let me know what you are going to do once you get to the monastary.
Hajar watches the venom harvest with some distaste. Growing up in Katapesh, he knew the stalls in the dark market that would pay for such a substance. He shuddered a bit to think of the poisonous substance and its effects on a person.
Hajar turns away and walks the dusty trail towards the abandoned monastery
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Nemaides was perched on Raj's shoulder and alerted him to Hajar's apparent dislike for the proceedings. Raj glanced over, and then returned to the delicate work of removing the poison sack without puncturing it. Cheer up Hajar, even if the poison is used for wickedness, the wickedness would happen with or without this particular batch of venom. Seeing as we're in the business of doing good things, we might as well take the wicked's cash and use it to further our more constructive purposes
Upon arriving at the monastery, Raj looks critically at the two openings in the wall, presumably where doors once stood. Curious, he examines the openings and looks for debris to try an determine whether the doors have simply worn away or if they were broken down.
Hamzah will draw the tiger and Hajar together (anyone else wounded as well). He will bathe them in Sarenrae's grace.
Hamzah shakes his head at Raj, "I will not take coin from your sale of poison to evil men. Poison is a slow and painful way of killing. The Dawnflower would not smile were I to gain wealth selling poison to those that would use it for evil purpose. Those that can sleep knowing what will be done with the poison may share in its wealth. I want to be well rested."
i could try to scout out ahead if you wanted.
Hamzah nods at Grim, "You and Akim scout the surroundings. I do not wish you to go alone Grim. It is dangerous in the desert."
works for me he replied
Earlier...
Hajar looks confused when Raj speaks to him. Good master Raj, the means never justify the ends. No amount of good can justify evil deeds. I care not for your poison, use it against the unthinking monsters of the desert if you must. But do not expect me to condone or appreciate your actions. With that, Hajar continues on his path.
As we arrive near the monastery...
Hajar gives Grim a soldierly nod. Yes my friend, a good assessment of the surroundings would be most beneficial. Al-Akim knows the desert as well.
"You have my thanks for taking care of my loyal companion."
Hamzah smiles at Leyli, "Your companion fights with us. I would be remiss were I not to care for it. He fights for our cause."
"When Grim and Akim have returned, we will know where best to enter."
Hajar: By looking at the outside of the Temple you can not gather any information yet.
Raj: You can tell from your knowledge of engineering that the holes in the walls were do to forced entry from the outside years ago.
You remember reading on a temple outside of Kelmarane being attacked by cult from Kelmarane and put all the monks inside to death.
Grim and Al-Akim: You scout ahead using the natural surroundings for cover. You see no guards but you move slowly and carefully for safety.
Scrub brush and a light, patchy carpet of weeds invade the monastery through two huge fallen sections of the western wall. The exposed nave beyond is a huge hallway littered with bits of debris ranging from tiny rocks to enormous sections of collapsed masonry. Most of the roof above the long promenade is gone, but several jagged pillars remain.
You both see tracks leading back and fort from here to the direction of A2.
(Survival Check to see what made the tracks.)
i have no idea what made those tracks, but i am confident i can get closer to that section of the monastery undetected. he says to his partner
Grim scouts on ahead sticking to the shadows of the wall cast by the afternoon sun.
Al-Akim pauses for a moment over the tracks, and studies them carefully. Whispering to Grim he shares what he has discerned...
The dark skinned man then drops back into the shadows and scrub, finding ways to conceal his approach. Keeping his eyes and ears open, Al-Akim listens for the noises of the desert and anything that doesn't fit their pattern.
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Looks as if someone blasted the holes in these walls; hopefully whatever did that is long gone. If memory serves, I seem to recall reading about a Sarenian temple near Kelmarane that was overrun by some cult; this is a monastery, but I doubt there's a whole temple separate from it near here, so this is probably it. Hajar? How are you for detecting undead? If the cult is gone now its probably safe to assume there's at least a couple of 'em crawling around to make sure the place stays desecrated.
Above the center of the chaple, dangling about ten feet from the floor, hangs a cluster of gnoll skulls in various stages of decay. Strung together like a ghoulish candelabra of twine and bone, the boulder-sized ornament hangs from the wooden rafters about twenty fee above the ground.
You notice that the ceiling rafters in the southeast portion of the chapel upper works have been papered over like a wasp's nest in an interwoven mish-mash of soiled tapestries, tablecloths, altar runners, and other bits of salvaged cloth, creating sort of a hanging tent in the rafters above. You have that sensation of something troubling getting ready to happen like when you were around the Pugwampi last.