Falcon's Hallow (Inactive)

Game Master Hokina

AAAAAH! Not good, not good... Ford, I hope you have something to HEal Ford because I am freeing you first.

Zova notices Alleran suddenly drop, and her eyes widen in surprise. She is about to fire at the creature attacking him, but realizes that she probably would not be able to down it in a single strike. Instead she turns to Ford and yells, "I need you to heal Alleran! and fires an arrow at the creature nearest to him.

Attack: 1d20 + 4 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 4 + 1 = 6

And despite her success last time, her panic makes her fumble the arrow she was carrying, dropping it to the ground.

Uh... Hound? Can YOU save the day?

Lets see if I can

Hound is startled to see Alleran drop, changing his plan from attack to defense. Calling on the spirit of battle, Hound focuses on healing Alleran to allow him to join the fight once more.

Spellfailure DC 20%: 1d100 ⇒ 65
CLW: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 1 = 5

"Alleran, you still with us?" Hound asks once he places his spell on Alleran, keeping an eye on the creature grappling him. Also taking the moment to step closer to the creature.

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).

Once you are grappling an opponent, a successful check allows you to continue grappling the foe, and also allows you to perform one of the following actions (as part of the standard action spent to maintain the grapple).

Damage: You can inflict damage to your target equal to your unarmed strike, a natural attack, or an attack made with armor spikes or a light or one-handed weapon. This damage can be either lethal or nonlethal.

You are quoting only part of the text from "If you are grappled". Another option in that section is to reverse the grapple. If Alleran took control of the grapple, he inflicted 11 points of damage with a light weapon as part of his grapple check as per my prd quote above. You do not have to break the grapple to attack and there is no attack penalty to attack the other grappler. Those penalties are for attack rolls made against foes outside of the grapple. If the reptile then did the same on it's turn, Alleran took the damage.

If you make the check to take control, then you can't make an attack in the same round. You get the other options (like move, attack, pin,..) from maintaining the grapple.

Put it this way:
If Alleran took control last round, than this round it attacked Alleran (-2 to its attack, but Alleran have a -2 to AC from the grappled condition).
So Alleran still got hit. I think Alleran still went down from the attacks. He took. so is prone on the ground.
Hound healed him. So he is awake, prone on the ground.

If He got out of the grapple last round. Still got hit, still went down. He would just still be grappled when Hound healed him. So he would wake up still grappled.

I forgot above, but Ford gets a free CMB check to get free as the beast is dragging him up the tree.
Ford CMB: 1d20 + 3 + 4 ⇒ (5) + 3 + 4 = 12 Ford is 10 ft in the air with the beast.

"I will be happy to as soon as I have a free moment!" Ford shouted back to Zova, gritting his teeth as his feet left the ground with the creature towing him up the tree. I was hoping to tend to my own wounds first. Blast these creatures!

As preoccupied as he was, Ford didn't want to kill these creatures either. It seemed clear that this was their home, and THEY were the intruders on it. Perhaps they could be distracted...? But with what? Food? Would that even work?

He could try that, but first, he needed to get a free hand! Struggling against the beast's grasp, Ford tried to wriggle loose and clamber back down the tree trunk safely.

Grapple Escape: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (2) + 3 = 5
Climb (to get down safely): 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (19) + 3 = 22

Been about 24 hours, so rolling.

Hounds seeing alleran fall, calls on his inner power and heals Alleran.

Ford tries to break free, but the Tatzlwyrm's hold held.

Zova lets an arrow lose but in her rush the arrow misses.

Alleran took control last round, so he went prone when attacked.
Alleran woke-up prone on the ground. Looking into the eyes of the beast, Alleran smiles and lets out a whistle. Out from above comes a shriek as Alleran's eagle friend charges at the Tatzlwyrm.
Attack bite: 1d20 + 4 + 2 ⇒ (9) + 4 + 2 = 15|Damage: 1d4 ⇒ 3
The eagle rips a few scales off the wyrm.

Attack axe: 1d20 + 5 - 4 ⇒ (10) + 5 - 4 = 11|Damage: 1d6 + 5 ⇒ (1) + 5 = 6
Alleran takes his handaxe and swings at the monster, but misses.
End of round 2.

Start of round 3:
The Wyrm holding Ford tries to drag him deeper up into the tree.
Grapple check on ford: 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (7) + 14 = 21
if pass:The Wyrm drags Ford further up the tree. Now 25 ft
Ford Perception: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (12) + 2 = 14
Looking up Ford sees bodies hanging from further up in the tree.
Ford gets a free CMB to get out of the grapple, but needs to make a dc 15 climb to not fall if passes the CMB.

With Alleran laying on the ground, the other Wyrm sees a new threat in Hound. It shifts over and bites at hound.
Bite on Hound: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (11) + 5 = 16|Damage: 1d8 + 3 ⇒ (6) + 3 = 9
If hits:
grab on Hound: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (11) + 9 = 20

Given my luck with CMB rolls, I doubt this will work...
CMB Roll: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (16) + 3 = 19

OOoooooooooh! So friggin' close! Nah, it's cool. I've got another plan in mind!

Ford struggled and squirmed as he looked down to see his allies weren't faring much better. He needed to deal with this thing and now! Looking up, he could spy, what he suspected, were the bodies of previous victims; likely the ones responsible for that camp at the tree base. Ford was determined not to be one of those unfortunate souls.

Holding up his mace, Ford allowed the creature to keep climbing as he held up his index finger. Squinting slightly as it glowed with divine energy, Ford touched it to his morningstar and started to draw strange runes into the head of the weapon. By... The... Forge's... Grace! Ford thought, mentally translating the runes in his head.

Once finished, the glow from his finger had transferred to the runes, which shone brightly before suddenly panning out to cover the whole weapon. As the light died, Ford smiled at his morningstar - while it had been well crafted before, now it looked as if someone had taken the time to carve fantastic details and linings all over the tool, the metal perfectly smooth and the weight subtly, but noticeably reduced.

He'd have to be quick: he estimated he had roughly a minute to make use of his new weapon. But it should be enough. It would have to be! "Alright, you sorry excuse for a kobold's mother! Now you're in for it!"

Taking a full round action to carve 2 runes into my morningstar with Forgemaster's Blessing, making it a masterwork weapon for 1 minute. Should have 4 of 6 runes left.

Arcana: 1d20 - 1 + 3 ⇒ (4) - 1 + 3 = 6 Does this give me any insight to what their weaknesses might be? This things are killing us and I'm pretty sure we might be missing something

Zova looks back and forth between the two beasts, snarling at the fact that there was once a day she might have been able to hamdle this quite easily. Her thoughts are interrupted when Ford is brought up the tree trunk.

If I can see the beast carrying Ford clearly without any of he branches providing cover, then I will fire at the one he is dealing with. Failing that I will fire at the one still on the ground.

Perception: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (1) + 7 = 8 of course. Of bloody course I can't see it. Looks like I'm going after the one on the ground...

Zova attempts to move within 30 feet of the target and fires and arrow.

Attack: 1d20 + 4 + 1 ⇒ (15) + 4 + 1 = 20
Damage: 1d8 + 1 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 1 + 1 = 6

Alleran strikes at the reptile again.

Handaxe melee attack: 1d20 + 5 - 4 ⇒ (11) + 5 - 4 = 12

Damage: 1d6 + 5 ⇒ (3) + 5 = 8

The bird slashes out with it's beak and talons.

Bite melee attack: 1d20 + 4 + 1 ⇒ (8) + 4 + 1 = 13

Damage: 1d4 ⇒ 2

Talon melee attack: 1d20 + 4 + 1 ⇒ (10) + 4 + 1 = 15

Damage: 1d4 ⇒ 3

Talon melee attack: 1d20 + 4 + 1 ⇒ (18) + 4 + 1 = 23

Damage: 1d4 ⇒ 3

Ford's CMB roll got him free. So needs to make the climb check (DC 15)

I do? I thought you opposed rolls and it rolled higher... oh well, won't question a free roll!

Climb: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (4) + 3 = 7

...unless it totally SUCKS, of course.

Ford Damage die nonlethal: 1d6 ⇒ 3
Ford Damage die lethal: 1d6 ⇒ 4

If you make a DC 15 Acrobatics, just remove the 2nd die.

Alright... fingers crossed I get lucky. Otherwise, I'm knocked out.

Acrobatics: 1d20 ⇒ 3

With a growl, Hound focuses his battle spirit into healing himself while in this grappled state. Oh Gods of Battle, Great Spirit of Battle guide my hand in healing your humble servant of Battle.

His thoughts waver as he begins his chant, Hound just hopes it works as it might be his last action in life.

Concentration and Spell failure don't stop me now!

Concentration DC 11 + CMB: 1d20 + 1 + 2 ⇒ (19) + 1 + 2 = 22
Spell Failure 20%: 1d100 ⇒ 48
CLW: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 = 4

I'm assuming this worked based off what I thought I saw as his CMB. This leaves me 1 first level spell left to cast... Ouch

With obvious relief Hounds wounds close, leaving faint scars that would disappear over time.

Looks like we are going to have to end up resting after this. We uh... we are a party filled with healers and yet it looks like our primary is about to go into negatives... which is not good.

In an attempt to draw the creature away from the injured, Zova waves her arms in the air and shouts. "Hey you, big ugly! Over here! Fresh food, right here!" She pounds on her breastplate and opens her arms wide. "Come on, don't I look tasty?! Eat me! Eat me!"

Talking IS a free action after all. I'm just going to tack this onto the end of my previous action.

Been about 24 hours, so rolling.

Hounds, held by the Tatzlwyrm's jaws, focuses his magic. A wave of healing comes over him.

Seeing Ford fall to the ground. Zova stands over him and aims up. Zova lets an arrow lose into the Wyrm's head. It falls and lands at Jova's feet. She turns and eggs the other wyrm on.

Alleran swings and misses the beast. But his trusted eagle friend rips more scales off the beast.

End of round 3.

Start of round 4:
One Wyrm is dead.

The last Wyrm sees Zova fall its pairing and hearing Zova's words. The Wyrm looks around. Two others lay beating on the ground. The one in the Wyrmmouth is not even fighting back. Seeing only the bird, who has done little other then peak at the Wyrm's head, and Zova as the greatest threat. The woman is clearly the greater.

The beast lets go of Hound and moves to attack Zova.
Hound, Alleran, and Alleran's bird friend get AOO on the Tatzlwyrm.

Bite on Zova: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (20) + 5 = 25|Damage: 1d8 + 3 ⇒ (6) + 3 = 9

confirm Zova: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (15) + 5 = 20|Damage: 1d8 + 3 ⇒ (5) + 3 = 8

Alleran swings at the beast as it lumbers by.

Handaxe melee attack: 1d20 + 5 - 4 ⇒ (1) + 5 - 4 = 2

Damage: 1d6 + 5 ⇒ (5) + 5 = 10

The bird also pecks at it in passing.

Bite melee attack: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (9) + 4 = 13

Damage: 1d4 ⇒ 3

Standing, Alleran takes a 5' step and hacks at the creature.

Handaxe melee attack: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (10) + 5 = 15

Damage: 1d6 + 5 ⇒ (2) + 5 = 7

The bird also viciously tears into the reptile's hide

Bite melee attack: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (9) + 4 = 13

Damage: 1d4 ⇒ 1

Talon melee attack: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (14) + 4 = 18

Damage: 1d4 ⇒ 4

Talon melee attack: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (16) + 4 = 20

Damage: 1d4 ⇒ 4

I hope Kayne (Hound) does not mind me rolling the aoo for him.
If it fails than Zova goes down, but Alleran and his bird can do all the damage needed to take the beast down. (aka. save on waiting)

1d20 + 4 ⇒ (7) + 4 = 11

Round 4:
The beast ducks every attack as it moves and bites into Zova. But as Zova falls the rest take vengeance for that blow. They strike it down.

Combat has ended:
Zova is very bad off. At -7 or -8 I think.
Ford is knocked out by nonlethal.

Zova is definitely in a bad way. The last thing she thinks before going unconscious within the jaws of the beast is, 'You just had to be a hero.' As her mind fades away, she can feel the pressure being relieved from her body, realizing that the others had taken it down and that her diversion worked. Seriously, that probably would have KILLED anyone else.

stabilization Con check: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (19) + 2 = 21

Here is how I see it. I am at -7 out of -14 meaning that if I either can't stabilize in 7 rounds, or you guys can't get me magical healing, THEN I am dead. Therefore I suggest Hound, you attempt to cast CLW a few times, and use it to wake up Ford that round and YELL at him to channel energy. (Preferably Alleran can move the lizards out the way) Once he does that and we burn all ojr healing spells for the day on each other... we can safely rest here.

I did mind but I'll let it slide this time. Just for shenanigans here's what I would have rolled...

1d20 + 4 ⇒ (7) + 4 = 11
Nothings changed moving on.

Hound moves over to Ford, knowing that they need his healing ask well to bring this fight to a close. With a chant to the spirit of battle, Hound focuses the last bit of his magic into healing.

Spell Failure 20%: 1d100 ⇒ 76
CLW: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 = 4

"Its time to return to battle Ford, the spirits of battle require your aid.

"Alleran, I would say our party is in need of rest." Hound waves his hands towards the old camp. "Since we most likely dealt with the creatures that were the cause of the missing camp owners, I see no reason we shouldn't use it for ourselves."

Hound then giving Ford a hand to his feet, walks over to Lady Zova. Taking his time to pick her up moves her over to the campsite in question. Putting her down and with an apology to her unconscious from. Pulls her bed roll out and places her on it to allow another in the group to administer to her wounds.

"So does anyone have bandages, I'm out of both those and healing magic to take care of Lady Zova's wounds?

If they all say no, he begins to take stripes out of his cloak, rinsing it with water from is water skin before bandaging up the wounds.

Heal Check: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 1 = 3

Ford blinks as he returns to consciousness, looking up at Hound and moving to his feet. "I suppose this makes us even, then." Ford said, looking at the fallen wyrms and dusting himself off. "And you knocked the beasts out. Well done!"

Looking about, Ford's eyes squinted at Zova, before going wide as he rushed to her side. "Zova!" Kneeling next to her, Ford inhaled, channeling energy from his hammer pendant and placing a hand on Zova, watching as her wounds retreat...

CLW: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (5) + 1 = 6

"Not I, to be honest I'm feeling pretty useless these last few fights." Hound shakes his head in disappointment.

Remaining unconscious (at-1) Zova groans, but her wounds do indeed shrink back. With a burst of sheer willpower she attempts to fight her unconscious state.
I can do this once per hour as per the Stable Condition allows

Con Check DC 10: 1d20 + 2 - 1 ⇒ (17) + 2 - 1 = 18

Her eyes flutter for a moment as she groans and reaches up to put her hand on her head. ”Dear Abadar, remind me not to play the hero again. A Hellknight can’t do her job if she’s dead.” She chuckles before her eyes reach the cleric's. Sitting up while still clutching her chest, where the reptile managed to bite her, she shakes her head. ”Thank you Ford. I appreciate this.” She then turns to Hound. ”I heard you say that you were useless. Seems to me like you saved both Alleran and Ford’s life with your healing... and Ford then proceeded to save mine. Looks like you may just be the hero of the day.”

"No worries. I'm sorry I can't do more. Torag blessed me in many ways... medical expertise is not one of them. That's why we are fortunate to have Hound with us." Ford nodded in agreement with Zova, finding little extra to add on. It was true. Each of them had a part to play on this team.

"As that creature was dragging me upwards, I saw some bodies up there... I'm guessing previous victims of these creature, and likely one or two of them the owners of that camp." Ford observed, nodding to the wreck of a camp nearby. "Unfortunately, as you no doubt saw earlier, climbing trees isn't my forte... if we can make camp here, I'd like to try and retrieve them later, and give them proper burials..."

Standing over the bodies of the creature, Zova and Ford, Alleran's chest heaves like bellows as he tries to catch his breath. That was too close. He kneels down to check Zova's injuries, hoping to stop the bleeding.

Heal: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (9) + 1 = 10

Seeing that the wounds are beyond his help, he helps Hound to carry Zova to the remains of a campfire. Setting to work, he sets down his backpack and lays out his bedroll for the gravely injured inquisitor then begins gathers wood and kindling. With flint and steel he starts a fire and gives Ford his heavy winter blanket to cover Zova. This done, he removes his buckler and great coat, carefully folding it before setting it down at the campfire. He then returns to the body lying at the base of the great tree. Pulling out his dagger, he begins to skin the unusual creature. Never seen it's like nor even heard tales of it. Their hides, skulls, teeth, claws and what not should all fetch good prices amongst the scholarly wizard types.

Survival to skin the beast and strip out the skulls, teeth and claws: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (11) + 5 = 16

"I don't know what these things are, but I don't think eating their meat would be a good idea. Most predators are bad eating and some are downright poisonous."

Looking up into the tree, Alleran tries to see the other one. Spying it amongst the branches, he tells the others, "That other one is hanging on up there. I'm going to try to climb up and loosen it. Keep your eyes open and stay back so it doesn't hit you."

So saying, he reaches into his backpack for rope and places the coil over his head and shoulder. Walking back to the tree, he begins carefully climbing up the branches to the hanging reptile.

Taking 10 on the Climb check for a total of 14. Assuming he ascends...

Reaching the body, he takes out the rope and ties himself to a sturdy branch before he kicks out at one of the clawed hands trying to dislodge it from the tree.

Ford looks up as Alleran clambers up the tree, nodding and watching him try to take care of the creature... before a thought occurs to him. "...OH! The moss! I nearly forgot about it! I think I saw some laying around near the base!" Ford returns to the tree roots, looking around again for where he saw the moss. He knew it had to be here, he saw it before...

Perception: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (4) + 2 = 6

"Its hard to believe that when all I did was share the battle healing my magic allows," Hound seems to struggle with some of the words. But continues on. "Hopefully this does not continue, for while I respect the healing arts. My soul yearns for the blade."

With that he aid Ford in looking for the moss.

Perception: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (1) + 5 = 6

Ford and hound are unable to find the moss. DC 12 to find and easy to gather.

The 2nd beast fell to the ground. I just failed to remove the "25 ft in air" from the map.
There are human like dead bodies in the tree. Much of the skin has been eat off, so hard to ID the races.
Between the Bodies and the camp much was found. I am very sick right now. i have put some of the stuff on the item doc.
The 3 Potions of CLW, and 3 Potions of CMW (marked) could be useful.
I will add the rest later.

On the way to the bedrolls, Zova takes 10 on perception and points to the part of the tree where the moss is. Upon reaching the camp she smiles at Alleran when she notices he is not only making a campfire, but gave up her blanket for her. "Thank you," she whsipers as she carefully peels off her breastplate, putting it to her side. Gazing up at the sky, she feels te heavy hand of sleep overcome her and soon enough, she is out of comission, dozing off despite the pain in her chest.

When you all are really to sleep for the night.
The night passes without incident.

Remember, everyone gains 1 HP per level when resting for eight hours

Upon waking up, Zova is thrilled to find that she is slightly more stable than last night. Still, the internal damage pained her enough that she decided that her first action of the morning would be to cast Cure Light Wounds on herself, filling her with a radiant blue glow.

CLW: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 1 = 5

Still in pain, she shrugs off the wounds and begins to put her hide armor on, and going through her gear to organize it before recounting her arrows.

51 or above means the arrow I fired into the ground wasn't destroyed: 1d100 ⇒ 6

Finally, seeing that the fox was still around, Zova smiles and heads over to it with some trail rstions in hand. Offering some to the creature, she sits by it whilst eating her share. "Well if you'e going to be a permanent fixture, I think you need a name. How does... Diana sound? Seeing the fox perk its ears up, she just starts to think it can understand her when it goes for the food in her hand. Shaking her head, Zova laughs. Diana it is. You seem to be relatively okay with it.

EDIT: One other thing. Can everyone put their current health in their imfo bar so that the party could keep easy track of it and we could apply healing resources to those in need? I am currently at 5 HP but am not sure about anyone but Hound. I'd like to knowbif its worth healing our wounds with spells first or potions, you know, and thst really depends on how many people are hurt and how badly.

With the new day and a replenishing of his spells, Hound feels better. As the Lady Zova eats and talks to her new friend Hound takes the time to look over his newly acquired crossbow. Letting the battle spirits guide his senses in the checking, they seem to tell him that the weapon is in fine shape. All that's required is a quick tightening of the draw to keep the string taut.

"That is a fine new friend you've come across Lady Zova, and Diana is a fine name for such a creature." Hound spends a moment to look at the Fox.

As his senses return to his weapon he spends some time checking his blade for signs of damage, realizing that he hadn't replaced his last whetstone to keep his blade on top shape.

"So what is our plan for today, the witch or the Dwarven ruins?"

Since the other body fell to the ground, retconning to include skinning and parting out the second corpse as well.

Survival: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (14) + 5 = 19

After lowering the bodies from the tree, Alleran will also look for the moss. He'll take 10 for 15. Sorry, he wouldn't have been paying much attention as he was helping to carry Zova. Several minutes of searching finally reveals what he believes to be the right stuff. "This might be it. I'm going to collect some into one of these vials we found. It will be in my backpack if we need it."

Once he is done with all of this, he finally sets down at the campfire and pulls out some rations. Making sure everyone has some, he eats in silence. Once done, he suggests, "Please allow me to check everyone's bandages and provide some further care before we settle down for the night. The bird will watch out for us as I get some sleep until nightfall. After that I will take watch."

Heal checks for long term care for everyone else in alphabetical order.

Heal Ford: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 1 = 3 Fail

Heal Hound: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 1 = 5 Fail

Heal Zova: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (12) + 1 = 13 Fail

EDIT: I will not post my current HP, but with a successful heal check you can always determine my health.

Everyone but Alleran see an large shadow on the ground. Quickly looking up they see a blue scaled dragon beast soaring over the tree tops.
It does not looks to notice the party.

Ford takes the time before sleeping to clamber back up the tree to carefully lower the bodies back to the ground. Once down, he does a little digging and creates some crude, but noticeable graves for them. Giving a short prayer for them, he finally heads to bed and gets some rest.

Waking up in the morning, he smiles as the fox gets her new name, before taking some time to care for his wounds. He needed to make more use of his skills... much as he didn't want to be to do harm, he had allies to protect... "I will take point today. Just stay behind me and I will take the brunt of the danger."

CLW: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2

Kn. Arcana: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (1) + 7 = 8
...you have GOT to be joking! Two natural 1s in a row!? One, I hate, but can understand, but TWO!? In a row!? Seriously, I had better get some better rolls later down the road...

Looking down, he noticed the shadow, before snapping his head up and gasping in shock. "TORAG'S BRISTLES! They're are dragons here!? ...oh, thank the forge, it didn't notice us. Let's... let's just move, and pray it's the only one here."

Date:
It is the 12th of Arodus (August), 4707.

"Dragons, now that is a challenge for another day." Hound gazes up to see its tail disappear over the trees.

"It blue I think, anyone happen to know about dragons or blue dragons since we seem to be in one's territory?" Hound looks excited in the direction it headed.

"As for you taking point Ford, I would ask that you accept some additional healing from myself I have a few spells to spend." Hound takes to moment to channel the battle spirit into healing bestowing it's light upon Ford.

Spell Failure 20%: 1d100 ⇒ 89
CLW: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 = 4

Noticing the shadow, Zova's mouth goes agape as she sprints over to the tree, hiding under it until the dragon leaves the area, urging Diana to follow. Once the danger passes, she catches her breath. "I'm of the mindset that we should avoid danger in this quest. We triumphed yesterday but I would prefer to complete the mission, preferably alive. We have plenty of people counting on our success." Realizing that there was newer, nicer looking hide armor in the group's inventory, she then proceeds to exchange it (as well as her old bow) for the nicer looking alternatives.

Ford felt himself get a second wind as Hound assisted with his restoration, inhaling as he rolled his shoulders. Still a tad sore, but definitely able to fight, and fight well.

"Many thanks, Hound. I've read about dragons before, but I'm afraid my memory escapes me at the moment. It's one thing to read about it and recall from the safety of the library... it's another to recall it when you are faced with the threat firsthand, you know?" Ford said, casting his eyes to the sky again in nervous anxiety. Now that he thought about it, he'd been having some trouble of late, no doubt due to his fear of killing anything. He couldn't focus, and his allies were in danger because of it... he had to clear his mind.

"I vote that we move as quickly as possible. We've lost an unfortunate amount of time with all this danger." Ford pulled out his map as he looked it over, studying it a little. "I believe the Ulizima's hut is the closest to us at the moment... the monastery will likely be out last destination. If we can get there, I should be able to guide us through it quickly... barring any more troubles. Let's move."

Aye, I have no problems with this, though as I only have 5 HP at the moment, I would like to be ten feet behind EVERYONE else.

Do you want another shot of healing Zova. I was thinking of giving myself one, it still leaves me with 1 spell but I can live with that.

That would be brilliant if you could tap both of us before we head out. That way I could save my own use to smack one of you if things get dire within combat. It would be helpful to know where Alleran is in all of this. At any given moment it would be nice to know if he is about to drop so that we can get him to safety.

Oh, and I support Ford's plan. We should probably head off to find the witch. I'd personally even be willing to try to move faster to make up for lost time. Would that be a con check?

Hound spends a few moments after healing Ford to turn his battle spirit magic to healing both the Lady Zova and himself.

CLW Zova: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (7) + 1 = 8
CLW Hound: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (5) + 1 = 6

I'm just gonna assume that even if I fail I just try again, since I don't lose the spell.

The sounds of the forest become suddenly distant as the trees part, opening into a small, almost perfectly circular glade. The nearest stands of pine, eyln, and darkwood —all typically sturdy woods— twist away from the clearing, as if bent by some impossibly strong wind or seemingly in an attempt to flee despite their paralyzed roots.
At the glade’s center squats an ugly cottage, little more than a pile of twigs, shoots, and ivy stacked upon mud walls. From the thatched roof dangle bundles of gnarled roots, old dried beast carcasses, and knucklebone bangles, all clattering together like gruesome wind chimes.
A dozen small thatched fetishes—each shaped like a tiny man, imp, or rearing serpent—stand propped in the yard, keeping guard before a rickety plank door.

With whispered words Hound takes with the party. "So how do we want to approach this place?"

While waiting for a response he takes another glance around the yard hoping to see anything that height have missed with his first impression.

Perception: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (2) + 5 = 7

Ford halts at the edge of this clearing, looking cautiously at the hut in the glade's center. "...I think we've found our witch. She certainly live the part, doesn't she?" he mused, before drawing his morningstar from his belt. "I will go first. Hopefully, she'll be receptive to some visitors, but if not... we'll just be alert."

Ford raised a hand as he came closer to the cottage, concentrating to try and pick up on any magic that may be in the area.

Ford will approach the hut right up to the door, assuming nothing tries to attack him, while using Detect Magic as he gets closer. If nothing jumps out to get him before he reaches the door, he'll try to knock politely and call out for Ulizima.

Zova nods to Ford and draws her bow. "If you wish, you may do that. I will stay behind and watch for potential hostiles that may try to ambush us." With that, Zova stealthily makes her way to the house, avoiding any windows, and puts her back to the wood, bow in hand and looking out into the twisted brambles for any potential danger. She stands here silently, simply waiting for whatever dealings that go on inside the hut are over. After the last battle, it was best to be on guard.

Stealth: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (17) + 7 = 24
Perception: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (4) + 7 = 11

After Ford's knock and calls, the door bends in and splits apart, before falling into splinters on the ground.

Inside, the cottage is dank, reeking, and filled with shadows. Haphazardly hung shelves line the walls, covered in all manner of clay jugs, clouded bottles, strangely cut rocks, rotted bunches of herbs, and a museum of other crude curios and remnants of a bone grinder’s artifice. A rusted iron cauldron dominates the hut’s single room, its ash-covered surface shaped with a relief of capering finds and leering devils. Across from the door, against the far walls, stands a high backed chair made of wicker, the gigantic curved tusks of some monstrous beast, and thousands of human teeth. In the chair sits what looks like a corpse wrapped in filthy burial linens, its form padded with pungent herbs and sprouting patches of thick white mold.
A tall woman, in a white fur, stands right in front of the chair with her back to the door. She turns and looks to where the door was. Her skin is pale as winter snow and her eyes colder.
"She is not here, nor has she been here in some while."

Hearing speaking inside, Zova gives one last glance over the forest and lowers her bow, cautiously stepping just outside the door. She gives a small bow as was custom in Cheliax when one enters a person's home. "I wish you good day, and apologize for intruding. We arerepresentatives of the town of Falcon's Hollow, and unfortunately, the people there have come down with a sinister blight as of late. We were informed that we might come across materials for a cure here... would you kindly be able to provide us with some assistance?" Zova examines the woman's body language, scanning for any signs of hostility.

Sense Motive for hostility: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (10) + 7 = 17
Diplomacy for trying to maker her even remotely friendly: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (14) + 7 = 21