Falcon's Hallow (Inactive)

Game Master Hokina

me too... sorry

With a growl Hound turns to the creature that has attacked him. With a feral grin and glancing at his weapons across the river. Hound takes the opportunity to use the weapon his curse has brought upon him.

Bite Attack: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (1) + 3 = 4
Dmg: 1d4 + 3 ⇒ (3) + 3 = 6

With an unsatisfying snap that hurt his teeth Hound misses the Goblin, but takes an opportunity to drop the rope, hoping that it won't be lost to the river.

Round 1 End

Bird attack on Alleran: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (19) + 5 = 24
damage: 1d4 - 2 ⇒ (2) - 2 = 0
The bird pecks at Alleran.

Alleran and his bird friend tries to struck back at the goblin's bird, but it is to fast.

Goblin attack on Zova: 1d20 + 4 - 2 ⇒ (1) + 4 - 2 = 3
damage: 1d4 ⇒ 3
The goblin shoots a 2nd arrow landing on the other side of Zova.

Goblin attack on Hound: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (18) + 2 = 20
damage: 1d4 ⇒ 4
The goblin cuts into Hound with the Dogslicer.

Zova's arrow flies true. A scream is heard from the goblin.

Dog attack on Hound: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (14) + 2 = 16
damage: 1d6 + 3 ⇒ (4) + 3 = 7
Hound fort: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (20) + 2 = 22(pass)
As the dog bites into Hound, Ford slams his hammer into its head. A crack is heard as the hammer is barried into the head.
Goblin dog is dead.
Round 2 start

Zova once again lets an arrow fly, attempting to strike the goblin if it still stands but the bird if it falls before she gets the chance.

Attack: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (20) + 4 = 24 +1 if within 30 feet, which I should be.
Damage: 1d8 ⇒ 6 +1 if within 30 feet, which I should be.

Crit Confirm: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (18) + 4 = 22 +1 if within 30 feet, which I should be.
Crit Damage: 2d8 ⇒ (8, 6) = 14 +2 if within 30 feet, which I should be.

Zova smirks with pride as she hits her target dead on. It was good to see that she still had it in her.

As the foul dog bites him, Hound has but a moment to feel the pain as he passes out. Collapsing at the feet of the goblin.

With unconscious effort, Hound fights the life threatening wounds.

Stabilize DC 10: 1d20 - 2 ⇒ (2) - 2 = 0

Ouch that hurts

"HOUND!" Ford yelled, watching as the feral fellow fell at the feet of his aggressors. Gritting his teeth and growling, Ford brought back his weapon and slammed it hard into the goblin dog, wincing a little as he heard the snap of bone beneath his weapon.

Ford felt a rush of cold blood and adrenaline in his body. He'd killed something... that was the first time he'd ever even fought a real fight with his weapon, much less killed anything. It gnawed at him a little... no, now was the time to act. Hound needed help - he could ponder this later.

Looking up at the goblin, Ford dislodged it from the rat dog's body and wound back again. "Get lost, you little pest!" Ford threatened the goblin, stepping forward and swinging underhanded, hoping perhaps he could simply punt the little beast away.

Non-lethal Morningstar Attack: 1d20 + 3 - 4 ⇒ (18) + 3 - 4 = 171d6 + 3 ⇒ (4) + 3 = 7

As Zova focuses on the goblin, Alleran swings again at the pecking bird.

Greataxe melee attack: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (3) + 5 = 8 Well, it's at least consistent

Melee damage: 1d12 + 7 ⇒ (3) + 7 = 10

His eagle bites and claws at the offending bird.

Bite melee attack: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (17) + 4 = 21

Melee damage: 1d4 ⇒ 2

Talon melee attack: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (17) + 4 = 21

Melee damage: 1d4 ⇒ 1

Talon melee attack: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (2) + 4 = 6

Melee damage: 1d4 ⇒ 1

Round 2 End

Bird attack on Alleran's Bird friend: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (18) + 5 = 23
damage: 1d4 - 2 ⇒ (1) - 2 = -1(That counts as 1 Non-lethal)

Bird attack on Alleran's Bird friend: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (17) + 5 = 22
damage: 1d4 - 2 ⇒ (3) - 2 = 1

Alleran swings wide but his bird friend bites and claws into the goblin's bird.

Goblin attack on Ford: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (4) + 4 = 8
damage: 1d4 ⇒ 2
The goblin seeing the Goblin dog go down, it moves and attacks Ford.

Goblin attack on Zova: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (7) + 2 = 9
damage: 1d4 ⇒ 1
The goblin fires one last arrow before Zova's own arrow passes through the goblin's head. The goblin who was attacking Zova is dead.

Ford slams the side of his hammer into the goblins head. The goblin falls to the ground.
The last goblin is unconscious.
Round 3

Only the bird is left.

Good... I think it's still alive. Now...! Ford turned back to Hound, placing his mace at his side and kneeling, grabbing his hammer pendant and concentrating. "Torag, I ask for a bit of the flames from your forge. Reignite his spark!" Ford watched his hand glow as he touched it to Hound's arm, imbuing his divine magic into him.

Spontaneous CLW (Animate Rope sacrificed): 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (5) + 1 = 6

Now that the goblin is dead Zova narrows her eyes and charges forward to get to Hound. She places her hand on Hound and watches as it glows a bright blue hue. "Abadar, kindly repeat Torag's blessing."

CLW: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 1 = 5

Zova is on different side of the river than Hound.

Well in that case, Zova wil fire at the bird!

Attack: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (16) + 4 = 20 +1 if within 30 ft
Damage: 1d8 ⇒ 2+1 if within 30 ft

Hound continues to struggles with his wounds as his companions deal with the creatures.

Stabilize DC 10: 1d20 - 3 ⇒ (19) - 3 = 16

With a deep breath Hound finally seems to calm down enough for Ford to take the moment after the fight to pray for healing on Hounds behalf. With a shudder after the healing Hound his eyes opens and Hound takes the moment to work out his surroundings.

To save some time I will roll now as Zova will kill the bird.
Round 3 End

Goblin's bird Withdraws
The goblin's bird, badly hurt, turn and tries to fly away. With one shot, Zova knocks it out of the sky.
All enemies are dead or unconscious.

Ford's healing awakenings Hound.
End of battle

The first thing Zova does is check her fallen foes for supplies, specifically the goblin who seemed to have arrows. Noting the ones that were still alive, she will coup de gras them at first chance, just to make sure they stay down. After all, a Hellknight couldn't be too cautious. Feel free to roll for me if this is even necessary

Perception: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (4) + 7 = 11

As there are people on both sides of the river with rope, they would be able to run a rope across. Allowing the party to cross to ether side.

Ford let out a sigh of relief as Hound regained consciousness and opened his eyes. Standing up, Ford offered him a hand to help him to his feet. "You had me worried there for a moment. You gonna be alright?"

"I was pretty sure things were looking pretty bleak back there for me, glad to see I was wrong." Hound struggles to his feat as the rest of his companions take the time to deal with the Goblin remain and its companions.

Once Hound is at his feet, he spends the time to tap into his spells healing the remaining wounds from the battle.

Spell Failure: 20%: 1d100 ⇒ 21
CLW: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (5) + 1 = 6

Oooo that was close

With a few mystic words and hand gestures later and the majority of Hounds wounds seal, leaving faint scars.

"Now that the fight is over, has anyone seen my rope? Hound looks around for the rope he dropped in the fight.

As Hound looked around for his rope, Ford's eyes were preoccupied with the results of his battle. After staring for a moment, he speaks up, his voice still somewhat quiet. "...you know, this is the first real fight I've actually ever been in? I mean, that my life was in danger from? Much less, the first life I've ever taken. I read plenty of books heroes and battles, but... I... I think I feel kind of sick."

His eyes traipsed over to the unconscious goblin. "...I know I was under some pressure, but... I didn't... I didn't want to kill anything..."

Zova listens to Ford's speech and steps beside him, patting him on the back. "The feeling passes. I remember my first kill well. A serial killer based in Cheliax. We chased him down and had him cornered, but then he took a hostage. I thought I could reason with him when he..." Her voice trails off as she looks into the river.

"You will find that you may dream of this moment for some time. That too will pass. Remember that the lives you take in self defense and for the protection of society as a whole are sacrifices for a better world. As a Hellknight, I do not enjoy killing, not even justified executions... but I always remember that sometimes it is a necessary act. Remember this and it will make you strong enough to face the forces of chaos."

Hound finds one end of the rope stuck between two rocks within reach of the shore.

After many throws, Alleran is able to get a rope across the river. The rope lands near Ford.
After finding a anchor point on his side, Alleran knots his rope end secures the knot there.

Ford or Hound could easily find a place to anchor the other side of the rope.

Ford helps to anchor the rope and assist the others across the river. Listening to Zova speak, he frowns, taking in the information quietly before replying. "I... I'm not sure I can agree with that. Not entirely. I... I don't know what to think... but thanks. I'll keep that in mind. I appreciate it."

The fox's whimpering can still be heard.

There is also the 3 potion Vials.

Wait, what fox's whimpering?

Zova only shrugs at Ford's reply. "As you wish. Some people are not meant for the dirty dealings of death. Still, in my experience someone must play the part of the executioner. As it so happens, Abadar has allowed me to play that part in life naturally and while I was in Cheliax, the beneficial effects were clear. It is not pleasant business, but just as the life of Paladin may not be the easiest, I play my role so that no one else has to. I am sure you will find your own path in time, but it may be best to put this encounter behind you." Her tone softens and surprisingly so does her facial features. "I am sorry."

She then turns to Hound. "You seem to still be injured somewhat, let me heal you." With that her hands glow blue with positive energy and she lays a hand where Hound is wounded, allowing the healing wave to wash over him."[/b]

CLW: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (7) + 1 = 8

Should we investigate the fox?

Next to the forest-shrouded river, on the south side, is a fox with large ears and bright orange fur lies bleeding, its hindquarters caught fully in the jaws of a crude iron trap.

its cries keep cutting out, as if it has been whimpering for some time.

Alleran seen it when he ran by to help Zova.

Zova frowns. "Well then, this isn't good. That trap is hardly humane. And I have no patience for useless suffering." She approaches the fox and sees if she can find a way to open it without harming the creature further.

Heal: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (10) + 7 = 17

No matter if she finds a way or not, she decides it might be best to heal the creature, using her last usage of CLW for the day, approaching the creature in a comforting manner before laying her healing hands on it.

CLW: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (6) + 1 = 7

Handle animal: 1d20 - 2 ⇒ (20) - 2 = 18 I just realized I should try to roll this to make the fox friendlier.

Ford nodded, forcing a smile to his face back to Zova. This was simply something he'd have to ponder for a little bit.

Perking up, he looked as Zova seemed to notice something he didn't. Following her, he found the trapped fox. "Poor thing... here, let me have a look. I've seen traps like these in our tunnels."

Kn. Engineering: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (12) + 7 = 19

Zova's words and healing relaxes the fox. It is no longer crying and is only tugging lightly at its leg.

Strength Check: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (16) + 2 = 18

Zova easily pulls open the trap and shakes her head. "The true animals are the ones who left this fox here to suffer. I wouldn't be surprised if it was those goblins we saw earlier who left it here for shear amusement. Those chaotic beasts..."

Once free, the fox stands next to Zova and looks up at her.

Ford frowned as he looked at the unconscioous goblin he'd knocked out. "Maybe they were trying to lure us in for an ambush. We've used that trick on kobolds before using gemstones... though they're actually hard to outwit. I'll give these little blighters some credit, inhumane as it is, it's clever...

Ford watched the fox stare up at Zova and smirked. "I think he likes you, Zova. Then again, I would too if I was in his place."

Ford held out his hands and nodded at the potion vials. "Lemme have a look at those. I studied potions a little while working in our abbey's infirmary. I might be able to hazard a guess at what they are."

Spellcraft: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (1) + 7 = 8

Apparently, I look at them and think they're bottles of maple syrup. I guess weapon and armor magic iis more my area of expertise...

Zova looks down at the critter and can't help but smile as it looks up at her, though doesn't let her companions see this. "It cannot be helped; after all, Hellknights are naturally likable people." With that, she looks through her belongings for some trail rations to feed the fox.

I KNEW i forgot something on my character sheet: trail rations. Can i assume i had bought a weeks worth back at town before heading out? I may have forgotten but I doubt the inquisitor of the god of cities and trade, who doesn't know how to hunt... would LEAVE a city, knowing she won't be back for a while, WITHOUT buying food to feed herself.

Ford is unable to figure out what is in the potion vials.

Yea. Zova would have bought them.

The Elder Tree is a few hours to the north, while the Old Hags hut is to the north wast.

After feeding the fox, she turns to her allies. "I think we should head to the north. But first, let me see if I can't identify the potions by taste."

She takes a sip of each.

Perception: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (7) + 7 = 14
Perception: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (11) + 7 = 18
Perception: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (2) + 7 = 9

Ford nodded, clapping his hands together. "Sounds good to me! Let's get going while we can and find those ingredients!" Ford waved to Alleran, allowing their guide to lead the way through the growth.

After traveling a few more hours, the dense trees and thick brush of the forest give way. Parting seemingly in respect for the titanic darkwood tree that dominates this clearing. Several times taller than a temple minaret, in one direction the obviously ancient tree reaches into the sky with branches like a giant’s arms, while in the other it plumbs the earth with roots thicker than a man’s waist. Its limbs broad and strong, its bark thick and so richly colored as to almost be black, and its leaves the size of bucklers, the giant thing is less a tree and more a cathedral of boughs and branches.

Near by is a campsite unbroken, but much is ruined from weeks of weathering.

The trunk is 30 feet in diameter, with low, easy to climb branches and stands almost 300 feet tall. The branches go out an additional 35 feet beyond the trunk.

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Hound recovers from his fall in battle by spending the time gathering his gear then retrieving his rope. As Lady Zova attends to her new friend, Hound turns to Ford.

"Thank you friend Ford, your timely healing saved me from a terrible fate," Turning to the rest of the party. "And thank you all for covering for me when I fell, I feel ashamed at my situation." His head hangs low for a few minutes. As equipment is looked over, Hound regrets not picking up a back up weapon before leaving.

As the potions are looked over, Hound takes the opportunity to try his luck at identifying them.

Spellcraft: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (19) + 5 = 24
Perception on Potion: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (5) + 5 = 10

With a magical sense Hound is positive that he knows what it is but fails to verify through a sense of smell or taste.

AS they reach the tree, Hound takes a moment to feel the sense of wonder this place brings upon him.

"I think we need to look around," Hound gets a confused look on his face. "What were we here for again?"

Perception of Area: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (13) + 5 = 18

Alleran nature: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (10) + 5 = 15

Alleran points at the tree. "Laurel said that elderwood moss grows on the oldest tree. This is the oldest tree."

Ford smiled up at the big tree, partly at the fact they'd found what they were looking for, but more in marvel at the sight of such titanic greenery. Growing up underground for much of his life, the sigght set him in awe.

"...oh! Right! The moss! Let's find it then. he said, snapping out of his thoughts and quickly closing in on the tree trunk. But as he did, his eyes caught sight of the ruined camp, blinking at it before drawing his weapon. Who built that... and where are they now?

Perception: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (12) + 2 = 14

Zova frowns at the sight of the camp and raws her bow and has an arrow knocked, just in case. [b]"We might ant to take care. You search the tree for the moss while I investigate the camp. Maybe we should split into two groups of two to do this. With that, she approaches the camp and looks around for supplies and the like, but mainly to see if there was any race of what might have happened.

Perception: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (4) + 7 = 11

Alleran follows Ford to the tree.

Surprise round

Two large reptiles with dragon heads move out from the tree ready to attack. One stands over Ford, while the other by Alleran.

end of Surprise round

Start of Round 1:

Bite on Ford: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (14) + 5 = 19
Damage on Ford: 1d8 + 3 ⇒ (5) + 3 = 8
If hits:
grab on Ford: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (6) + 9 = 15

Bite on Alleran: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (11) + 5 = 16
Damage on Alleran: 1d8 + 3 ⇒ (3) + 3 = 6
If hits:
grab on Alleran: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (16) + 9 = 25

Kn. Arcana: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (4) + 7 = 11

Ford blinks as he thinks he spies something in the tree... sadly, he fails to act on this, as his aggressors make it much easier to spot themselves as he is immediately beset by one of the beasts. "Grah! What is this thing!?" he asked as he was slashed and raked before being bound up by the beast. Weapon still in hand, Ford swung wildly to try and free himself from the monster's grasp.

Morningstar Attack: 1d20 + 3 - 2 ⇒ (2) + 3 - 2 = 31d6 + 3 ⇒ (2) + 3 = 5

Uh huh... so that's how this is gonna go, huh?

Zova sees the threat and upon watching her allies get attacked, lets loose an arrow at the one holding onto Ford, as he seemed to be the most injured. Before letting it fly, she yells, [b]"Fowl creatures, by the power of Abadar I judge you!"[b] An aura of profane energy seems to rise out of her body giving her a purple glow. Activating Destruction Judgement as a swift action, making sure I am within 30 feet as a move, and attacking as a standard

Attack: 1d20 + 4 + 1 ⇒ (20) + 4 + 1 = 25
Crit confirm: 1d20 + 4 + 1 ⇒ (12) + 4 + 1 = 17

Damage: 1d8 + 2 ⇒ (8) + 2 = 10
Crit damage: 2d8 + 4 ⇒ (3, 2) + 4 = 9

The reptile bites into Alleran's shoulder and quickly wraps itself around his torso. Snarling in pain, the ranger attempts to draw his handaxe and cleave into the creature.

grapple check: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (13) + 5 = 18

Cold iron handaxe melee damage if successful: 1d6 + 5 ⇒ (6) + 5 = 11

Trying to get free is a standard action, but Alleran does get free with that Grapple check.

Alleran didn't break free of the grapple check. He grappled to do damage.

A grappled creature can attack, but "Grappled creatures cannot move and take a –4 penalty to Dexterity. A grappled creature takes a –2 penalty on all attack rolls and combat maneuver checks, except those made to grapple or escape a grapple."

So you can attack while grappled, but take a -2 (-4 if dex based attack) on attack rolls.

As a standard action the defender in a grapple can try to break free or take control of the grapple (CMB, or Escape Artist).
Attacking with a light or one handed weapon is also a standard action (or full action if full attacking).

Hound seeing his companions being attack, draws his weapon and moves to aid Alleran.

"Hang on Master Alleran, I'm coming to lend aid!" Moving as fast as his armor allows, Hound finds himself behind Alleran ready to step in at a moments notice.

Round 1:
The Tatzlwyrms bite into Ford and Alleran; grappling them.

Hound seeing his compnions under attack charge up and behind Alleran.

Ford tries to fight back, but the Tatzlwyrm's hold would not allow Ford's swing to connect.

Zova lets an arrow lose and it strikes the Wyrm in the neck, but the wyrm remains standing.

Alleran fights his way out of the beast's hold.

end of round 1.

Start of round 2:
The Wyrm holding Ford tries to drag him away.
Grapple check on ford: 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (2) + 14 = 16
if pass:The Wyrm drags Ford up the tree 10 ft.
Ford Perception: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (6) + 2 = 8
Ford is to distracted by the dragon biting into him, and dragging him away, to note anything else.

The other Wyrm bites at Alleran again.
Bite on Alleran: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (13) + 5 = 18
Damage: 1d8 + 3 ⇒ (6) + 3 = 9
If hits:
grab on Alleran: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (16) + 9 = 25