
DireMerc |

One of the two trogs goes down.
the last trog takes a step back and reaches for something at his neck (a necklace with a coin attached to the end) he grab the coin and whispered something into it and trows it up in the air.
The coin turns into a bird that flies away going to the north-east.
your go again.

Filon Cen |

Filon loads his crossbow and fires at the bird or the Trog if the bird is out of range.
mwk Crossbow: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (13) + 5 = 18
Piercing Damage: 1d8 ⇒ 8
+1 to attack and damage if firing at the Trog.

Zelik |

"Someone shoot that bird down" Zelik says, annoyed that he is unable to do more.
Spellcraft: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (19) + 10 = 29 What did the Trog do, how fast is that bird, where is it headed. Do I know anything!?

Zelik |

Okay how far is it when I get to act. If it's within 120 feet.
Zelik quickly pulls out his wand. And flicks his wrist. 2 whirling purple arcan blasts come jetting out and slam into the bird.
Damage?: 2d4 + 2 ⇒ (3, 2) + 2 = 7

Izithrael Xar |

"Birdie! Here birdie birdie!" Izit whistles.
"It's no use!" he frets, the corners of his mouth drooping into a pitiful frown. "It's sure to warn their camp, and now they'll be looking for us."

Filon Cen |

Filon reloads his crossbow in preparation.
"Blasted bird. What should we do? I'd hate to go rushing in without any preparation, but maybe we should make haste and try to follow it. So they don't get any time to respond? Uh. I don't know what to do! Maybe we should retreat and come up with a plan, try to survey the area? Either way, I don't think we should stand here for long!"
Filon could feel sweat starting to gather as he started urging for some course of action. The Elf stood indecisively, either unwilling or unable to make a decision.

Filon Cen |

Filon reloads his crossbow in preparation.
"Blasted bird. What should we do? I'd hate to go rushing in without any preparation, but maybe we should make haste and try to follow it. So they don't get any time to respond? Uh. I don't know what to do! Maybe we should retreat and come up with a plan, try to survey the area? Either way, I don't think we should stand here for long!"
Despite his own words the Elf stood indecisively, either unwilling or unable to make a decision.

Izithrael Xar |

Izit scans the nearby brush for fresh berries. "..Hmmmm, not those. Poisonous. Ah! Here we go..." He bumbles over to Betto, his arm held close to his body and nestling a harvest of dark, glistening fruits. He lays them down on the ground, then produces his wand. "I think I remember how this works." He waves it dramatically, nearly striking Betto in the groin.
Casting goodberry (maximum 8 berries for Betto per day).
goodberry: 2d4 ⇒ (3, 4) = 7
Charges remaining: 39/40
"Start with those! And then..." Izit pokes Betto in the ribs, a green light sprouting from his fingertip.
Cure light wounds: 1d8 + 2 ⇒ (5) + 2 = 7
cure light wounds: 1d8 + 2 ⇒ (8) + 2 = 10
That brings Betto up to full!
Izit dons a worried expression. "Ummmm, I don't know. I'm nearly out of healing magic. What if one of us is seriously injured?"

Filon Cen |

"We should follow the bird. It should lead us to the tribe!"
Filon kicks into action at Betto and Morde's call to action. "Right you both are, let's follow."
As Izit mentions that he doesn't have much healing magic left. "I have magical potential left for the day to make another Extract. I'll make one suitable for minor healing if we have time after we see where it is going."
---At the Cave Entrance---
Whispering
"I have an extract of Blend someone could use, we also have a potion of Invisibility at our disposal. We could use one or both to take the guards out. I think we should try and not to alert them of our arrival earlier than necessary."
Filon prepares an extract of Cure Light Wounds. Once finished he digs around in his bag before producing a vial with a greenish-brown liquid that seems like it should belong in a mad scientists lab. He takes the vial and consumes it, causing his skin to turn greyish as it hardens and his reflexes to heighten.
Dex Mutagen. +4 Dex, -2 Wis, +2 Nat Armor
"Okay, I'm ready." He states, his voice now bearing a slight tone reminiscent of gravel rolling over the growl of an animal.

Izithrael Xar |

"If two approach and strike by surprise we may be able to dispatch them immediately. Of course, you, Filon, could follow up with one of your, erm, explosive concoctions! Any volunteers to go first?"

Zelik |

"I could try to dazzle one as you go rushing in but I agree that the best course of action is to try to take them out with minimal noise, though they are. Likely already on alert"

Filon Cen |

"How about this: Betto and Jasmine both are exceptional in melee range. Why don't Jasmine, uh." Filon's voice catches, trying to whisper with the mutagen in his system was an awkward affair. "Excuse me.. Jasmine, why don't you take this extract of Blend, it will help you become one with your surroundings and last roughly 20 minutes, so it might be useful in the future too if we keep the surprise.
Betto, actually why don't you take the Invisibility potion and get up there too? Then you two get in close and jump them. Then the rest of us will join in with ranged weapons to help finish them off?
If it works then we might maintain the surprise."

Filon Cen |

You attack the sentries?
I think so!
Jasmine replies with her usual ditzy speech as she takes the extract.
"It'll be like the games with Nat, Kat and Uncle Hu.
Wonder if I can get a better score this time, since Kat and Nat are better at the games them me."
Filon doesn't understand the meaning behind Jasmine's words. "Sure!
So... you two start and then we will follow up?"Filon loads his crossbow.

Filon Cen |

Initiative: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (7) + 5 = 12
Filon fires his crossbow.
mwk Crossbow: 1d20 + 7 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 7 + 1 = 10
Piercing: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2

Morde Chai |

Ini: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (20) + 4 = 24
Morde quickly draws two more arrows and orders his friend to attack.
Attack: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (5) + 5 = 101d8 + 4 ⇒ (8) + 4 = 12
Attack: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (12) + 5 = 171d8 + 4 ⇒ (6) + 4 = 10
Spot charges the guard.
Attack: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (9) + 7 = 161d6 + 6 ⇒ (2) + 6 = 8

Izithrael Xar |

Init: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (18) + 1 = 19
Izit loads his sling and hurls a rock at the guard...
sling, in melee: 1d20 + 3 - 4 ⇒ (10) + 3 - 4 = 91d3 - 1 ⇒ (3) - 1 = 2
...only to watch it land near his feet.
"Rats!"

Zelik |

This week has been a rough one, sorry
Initiative: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (15) + 1 = 16
Seeing the others moving to attack Zelik is ready. He runs, more like quickly hobbles forward and fires off a flare
Fort Save DC 15 or Dazzled for 1 min. [ooc]-1 or attack rolls and perception.
Unless he can act right before the horn is blown in which case he pulls out the wand and fires a magic missile hitting the Trog for Magic Missile: 2d4 + 2 ⇒ (2, 1) + 2 = 5

Filon Cen |

Dratz, well we tried. Came pretty close to.
"So much for stealth, we shall have to work on our tactics if we survive! "
Filon looks at the others.
"Should we charge in or retreat?"