Down the Verdant Path...new PbP GM (Inactive)

Game Master R. Sweet

My bad. Looks like its Purple and Red left.

As Quon is bottom of the order...everyone but Quon goes now.

Narissiel circles around the battle and fires another arrow at the red fey.

Ranged Attack: 1d20 + 5 + 1 - 4 ⇒ (1) + 5 + 1 - 4 = 3
Piercing Damage: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (6) + 1 = 7

Totally missing!

Next time go in red and white concentric circles.

Rinse Repeat on Purple

Seedpod+PBS-Into Melee: 1d20 + 4 + 1 - 4 ⇒ (10) + 4 + 1 - 4 = 11
Bludgeoning Dmg+PBS: 1d6 + 1 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 1 + 1 = 4
If hits; Purple to make DC14 Fort Save or suffers Limited Vision for 1 Minute

Free Action: Release Tree Shape.
Standard: Attack
Swift action: Tree Shape

Having flashbacks to Predator.

Careful where you aim that thing Herbie, you might hurt someone.

Seeing that Ayla and Quon looked to be handling Purple, Minna sets her sights on Red and races forward with her hammer lifted high over her head. She attempts to swing it around in an arc, aiming just above little Blarg's head.

"Ahhhhhhhh! Pick on someone your own size!"

Attack vs. Red (Lucerne Hammer; Bloodrage, Cover): 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (2) + 6 = 8
Damage: 1d12 + 6 ⇒ (12) + 6 = 18

Taking advantage of the Offered Flank, Ayla swings at the Purple Satyr with Paws of Fur-y

Fur-ious Flurry!: 1d20 + 7 - 1 - 2 + 2 ⇒ (6) + 7 - 1 - 2 + 2 = 12 Paw Damage: 1d6 + 1 + 2 ⇒ (6) + 1 + 2 = 9
Fur-ious Flurry!: 1d20 + 7 - 1 - 2 + 2 ⇒ (14) + 7 - 1 - 2 + 2 = 20 Paw Damage: 1d6 + 1 + 2 ⇒ (6) + 1 + 2 = 9

With a hiss and a growl, the cat fight between purple and Ayla ends.

With a hiss and a growl, the cat fight between purple and Ayla ends.

A random vine unwraps its self from a tree points at the clouds above and an audible "HA! can be heard.

is it my turn? I think I've lost track. I'll go.

Red takes a 5' step and tries to put his damn dirty paws on Minna.
#1: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (3) + 3 = 6

#2: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (17) + 3 = 20
only connected paw: 1d4 + 2 ⇒ (2) + 2 = 4

Ok. Is anyone able to finish this or do I get to take all y'all down one by one?

On the verge of collapse, Minna staggers back a pace to put some distance between herself and their one remaining foe...but doesn't actually back down from the challenge.

"Heh...it'll take more than...that...to put me on the ground," she laughs, a slightly crazy look in her eyes as she swings for Red, hoping for a home run!

Attack vs. Red (Lucerne Hammer; Bloodrage): 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (12) + 6 = 18
Damage: 1d12 + 6 ⇒ (5) + 6 = 11

Congratulations Minna, you took down the final combatant.

Now what do you do?

"Hah...we sure...showed you..." Minna huffs, letting her hammer drop to the ground. Then she follows suit, flopping into a sitting position. "Just...gimme a minute..."
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Minna is fatigued, heh.

Ayla, seeing that all of the Combatants have fallen, climbs up the First World Trees, and out to the branches, Plucking the variety of Bindles from their branches. Sitting down next to Minna, Pulling an apple from her Pack, she offers it to Minna. ”Apple Good. Minna Good. Apple Help!”

Spreading out the various bags in front of her, Ayla peeks into the individual bags to see their contents.

Ayla, will you be reaching in with a paw?

When you open the blood red bag, you hear: A Rousing Speech!

with apologies, but this may trigger, do NOT play unless you are very very sure.

The bag that drips with bright, multicolored liquid reminiscent of Azure’s tears,

When opened, the next, largest bag, also sounds out. Give me LIBERTY or give me DEATH! Ask not what your country can do for you, ask what you can do for your country! Yes we can!

The final strange bag is covered with reddish grey fur and makes faint growling sounds.

Narissiel approaches the others, "Is everyone alright?"

Seeing everyone's still breathing she lets out a sigh of relief. As Ayla sorts through the bags, Narissiel looks around the clearing. "I'll keep a eye out for further trouble."

Keeping watch!
Perception: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (20) + 9 = 29

"Heh, thanks Ayla," Minna smiles as she accepts the offered apple and takes a bite. After a few moments she finds herself feeling well enough to climb to retrieve her dropped hammer and climb to her feet.

"So what's in th-" she starts to ask as the first bindle bag is opened and then puts her hands over her ears. "Close it, close it! Sounds like...like demons yelling at me or something!"

Once the bag is closed she slowly uncovers her ears. "Ughhhh....can't we just grab the whole lot and get out of here? Surely one of them's the bag we need!"

Minna

Koani looks at the bag that drips with light, and says, "I think this is what we need, guys."

Reaching into the growling bag, Alya pulls out a small tuft of fur, before throwing it onto the ground. As the fur grows into an Animal I've never heard of a Reddish Grey bag of tricks. What did I get? Ayla looks positively DELIGHTED.

"Ayla Take. Friend Bag!"

Blarg goes over to investigate what Ayla has found, looking cute and curious.

Now how do you plan to go about returning the bag of colour to Rainbow Bright?

"We must return to the well. Come along. The way looks safe."

Now that I'm home.

Yes, Narissiel, the way does look safe, doesn't it?

Quon nods "Yes, let's go back to the well before we encounter more fey"

"Yeah, I'm with him," Minna agrees, jerking a thumb at Quon. "Let's just hope we can get back there in one piece and without any more shenanigans!"

And, once everyone is ready, Minna attempts to lead the way by turning and heading back in the direction they'd came from, eyes open for trouble.

Perception: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (15) + 8 = 23

Yes, Narissiel, the way does look safe, doesn't it?

If I didn't see anything with my 29, I should hope so! Haha.

Koani follows Minna, focussing her attention behind the party to look out for dangers.

perc. looking behind: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (2) + 10 = 12

Koani, you see a vine wilting a bit, but on off shoot seems to be waving at you.

Koani continues to keep her eyes behind the team as we walk, wanting to avoid any surprises.

"Herbert, is that a friend of yours?"

Grey Bag of Tricks! That's the little one!
Summon(Friend!): 1d100 ⇒ 90

The Weasel that Ayla tossed out of the bag has Shimmering Purple fur, and eyes that glimmer like Emeralds. Sniffing the air toward Blarg, it quickly runs up Ayla's leg to perch on her shoulder as she follows Narissiel through the forest. "Blarg! No Eat! FuzzNoodle Friend!"

You manage to make it back to the Whirlwood without further incident beyond Blaarg acting like a dog.

You still need to cross back to the other side. How will you be doing that?

"Um...so do we just jump back in or what?" Minna asks, peering back into the well and wrinkling her nose. "Spin around uh...whatever the opposite of widdershins is called?"

Koani tries to walk across. She continues to look behind the group as she does so, concerned that there may be someone else hunting them.

"That sounds reasonable Minna" Quon jumps in and attempts to circle counter-clockwise

If I remember correctly we entered by spinning clockwise

Quon, make a swim check please.

Narissiel nods at Minna. "Clockwise three times to return to the Material Plane."

She steps up on the edge of the well and hops in after Quon.

Swim: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (10) + 4 = 14

Minna watches Quon and Narissiel hop back into the well and sighs. "Let's hope this works..." she mutters as she waits a moment and then follows suit, splashing down into the water and spinning clockwise.

Swim: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (19) + 6 = 25

Quon is having trouble swimming in the small confines of the well, but eventually manages to make three circles clockwise.

Eventually all of you cross over.

Now, roll a d10 because...

Remember that offering you used to cross the rift in the first place? The trifle, merely a token, what you weren’t attached to? Well, you have it back, now roll a d10. CONGRATULATIONS that item now:

Please make a note of it.

1d10 ⇒ 7

My journal is now... bouncy.

Narissiel lands on the ground with a thump. From above, her journal falls towards her. She reaches out to catch it, but it slips out of her hands. It strike the ground and bounces back up into the air.

Narissiel drags herself to her feet and dusts herself off, as the journal continues to bounces like a ball. She snatches it up, and looks at it curiously.

"O...kay..." She mutters.

Blasted well.

She slips the once-normal journal into her backpack and looks around, curious if the sobbing gnome is still here.

Also, I'll finish this off when I get home from the job.

1d10 ⇒ 9

Koani's sunrod now cries when she leaves the room.

d10: 1d10 ⇒ 9

Quon's scroll of comprehend languages is also very attached to the little frog person.

Before Returning
Herbie waves back to the waving plant "Yes Quon although strange I have made a friend of the newly created vines we passed through here earlier. I intend to come back again some day."

Watery Spiral
1d10 ⇒ 6

Herbie shakes like a wet dog splashing everyone in sight as he attempts to dry off. Looking down at his Marble Bag he left behind he notices that it is spinning Counter-Clockwise on the ground.