GM Dien's Gameday PFS: Murder on the Silken Caravan (#0-03, Tier 1-2) (Inactive)

Game Master dien

You have it correct Dien.
Entranced by the sound and quick of foot, Jararaca hastens forward toward the statue.

Hush moves after Jararaca on the sands, not quite able to keep pace with the fleet half-elf, but unwilling to let him travel too far ahead in case there might be things near that need killing.

Kaye prepares for potential battle...

Erevan moves forward, half the distance Hush had traveled, and scans the statue face for anything threatening. Move action for an active perception: Erevan Perceives, vs DC 0: 1d20 + 11 - 19 ⇒ (9) + 11 - 19 = 1

"I see something!" the keen-eyed half-elf shouts, over the sound of the eerie droning. He points far up the statue. "In Irori's mouth!"

The two of you that still retain some control over your faculties squint, but that cave mouth is quiiite a ways up there. 180 feet up there, in fact. DC 18 for Hush, and DC 20 for Kaye (perception) to see the figure Erevan has indicated. You gain a +4 bonus to the check as Erevan is telling you where to look.

The camels, the drovers, Pashket and Atmar... and Ma'Huuk and Vargo all move forward, fixated on a point in space ahead of them... The long-legged camels easily overtake Jararaca, coming up to the very base of the statue, while the others follow more slowly. Moto catches up with Jararaca, at least.

Start round 2

Jararaca... you just must find whoever's making this lovely, lovely sound... the statue's before you, but you hardly care: you jog the remaining twenty feet, pushing past the camels, and you begin to climb.

So, with only two non-charmed, active PCs (since I'm botting Erevan).... this will be unfortunately be really boring for anyone not Kaye or Hush. I can give you guys the chance to roll your own climb checks so you have, um, something to do.... or I can speed it up, and roll climb checks for you until you would have the liberty to choose to do something else, since you're all compelled to try and reach the source of the singing. Sorry, I rolled some crappy rolls for y'all on will saves. :(

If you charmed PCS have a preference on rolling your own climb checks, or just having me do it to keep things moving as quickly as possible, let me know. I'll give Jararaca the chance to roll his, but if he's not done so by the time I next check the boards, I'll roll them.

Current situation: check the roll20 map to see how far you are from the base of the statue, etc. Jararaca is up; he's now at the base of the statue, and has spent 20' of movement this turn so far. However, the statue is heavily eroded and worn with hundreds of deep cracks and wide ledges, making it pretty easy to climb: it's only a DC 10.

If either Hush or Kaye make the Perception check to see the creature that Erevan is yelling about:

Just try to speed it up and I think we'll be fine

Yah, go ahead and make Ma'Huuk's climb checks.

Perception: 1d20 + 4 + 4 ⇒ (6) + 4 + 4 = 14

Hush squint's at the statue's mouth but is unable to make anything out. He continues toward the statue, pretending to be caught in the entrance effect.

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Perception: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (15) + 5 = 20
"I see, Everan! Some kind of feathered... woman is up there. Reminds me of...hmm. I've never come across this, actually."

For once, Kaye feels somewhat alone. Only Everan seems to be thinking clearly, as the others silently move towards the statue. In desperation, Kaye runs up towards the base of statue, right behind Hush.

"W-wait Jararaca! That woman isn't worth our time! We need to catch up to the caravan!"

All the alchemist can do is watch everyone shuffle forward.

Go ahead and roll 'em Dien. I don't mind being on GM bot tilli recover or die!

Jararaca starts nimbly climbing upward with the remainder of his movement, getting about 15 feet off the ground up the face of the old statue. The camels do a fantastic impression of mountain goats, managing to climb upwards as well, their long legs treating the statue like a very steep dune. The drovers, Pashket and Atmar all stumble forward as men enraptured to the base of the statue, obviously ready to climb in a few seconds time. Vargo and Ma'Huuk follow, but their armor slows them enough that they have yet to even reach the base of the statue.

Moto, being as speedy as Jararaca, darts to the base of the statue, then begins to half-hop and half-scrabble upward, catching up with the half-elf.

Round 2: Nobody failed a climb check-
Camels: now 25 feet off the ground
Jararaca and Moto: now 15 feet off the ground
Vargo and Ma'Huuk: moved closer, but haven't started climbing yet

-Start round 3-

With some distance between them and the ground, now the climb is actually dangerous for those on the statue...

Jararaca gets a triggered will save: 1d20 - 2 + 2 ⇒ (2) - 2 + 2 = 2 Nooope. Still climbin'
Jararaca climbing #1 (assumed no armor, as previous day): 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (11) + 4 = 15
Jararaca gets a triggered will save: 1d20 - 2 + 2 ⇒ (16) - 2 + 2 = 16 Success!

Jararaca... your head clears. You blink around - realizing you are twenty-five feet off the ground, gripping the many ledges of the statue, and that the music which seemed so enthralling is merely-- rather droning, unpleasant noise. What? What are you doing?

Jararaca, you're up, but you used a single move action in climbing before you made the will save, so you have either a move action or a standard remaining. You are 25 feet up the statue.

Also up for round 3: Hush, Erevan, and Kaye.

Jararaca remains clinging to the cliff, wondering exactly how in the hells he got here. He sees Moto nearby and the camels continuing to climb, then looks down and sees the rest of the party. Still unsure of what is going on beyond the strange droning song he calls to the entranced Ma'Huuk, "Hey Ma'Huuk! Do you want me to try to stop Moto?"
Stopping and holding for this round.

(Ma'Huuk makes no answer to Jararaca's shouted question, simply beelining towards the base of the statue as well.)

Hush stares at the statue wall. Do I really have to climb that thing? Fortunately, Jararaca seems to "wake up" right about then. Hush draws his bow, figuring the cat's now out of the bag and things might get interesting.

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"Oh, finally!" Kaye shouts, exasperated. "Get your mind off of that woman up there and get down here! We have a body to escort!"

He runs up alongside Vargo. Out of ideas, he slaps the knight.
"Get ahold of yourself, man! I didn't expect you of all people to fall for a woman's voice like that."

Erevan looks on in alarm as his companions move like mindless drones toward the statue.

Quickly, the nimble half-elf runs forward, moving toward the figure he saw in the opening.

Think! Brains beat braun, today as always...

Running as far as I can toward the slope

Jararaca looks up at the camels and motions to them, "Looks like the camels prefer her voice to yours too Kaye. And if I'm not mistaken I'm soon to have company up here. You ready to climb?"

Vargo shakes his head like Kaye's slap was nothing more than a troublesome gnat, and keeps walking, as does Ma'Huuk. They both reach the cliff and start climbing...

The three camels struggle higher, but as the going gets more vertical and more narrow, the fact that they are, indeed, camels, and not monkeys or goats, becomes very evident. The lead camel slips-- and topples backward into its fellows.... all three of the beasts of burden fall to the ground, screaming with animal panic as they fall from forty feet up. Damage to camels: 4d6 ⇒ (1, 5, 2, 3) = 11 They land with sickening crunches of broken bones, and roll on the sand in pain.

Vargo and Ma'huuk have opposable thumbs, which is nice. They each gain a little distance up the statue's face. 5 feet up

Moto, meanwhile, freezes, as the dinosaur's primitive brain clears enough for it to realize that whatever it's supposed to be doing, it's probably not this. It crouches low to the face of the statue, making a shrill clicking of alarm in the back of its throat as it tries to find its packmate. Moto made his will save, but he's just staying put in fear for right now. He's 15 feet off the ground.

The drovers fail to make any progress off the ground, and mill about jostling each other with their faces slack, insensate of the distressed, badly injured camels rolling on the ground a few short feet away. Pashket manages to scale the face reasonably well-- impressive given his girth-- and Atmar gets up a few feet as well.

Statuses at the end of round 3:
Jararaca at 25 feet up
Moto and Pashket at 15
Atmar at 7 feet
Vargo and Ma'Huuk at 5 feet
Everyone else is on the ground, at the base of the statue.

Start round 4

Jararaca would be up first, but in keeping with his tactic so far, it makes sense for him to delay momentarily, until he sees...

The bird-woman swoops out into space, dropping like a stone towards the dazed-and-confused in the descriptive sense, not the mechanical.... caravaneers. She shrieks like an owl as she dives down towards the group, her wings pumping, and hideous claws outstretched. She sees the small target of Atmar on the cliff face, and seems to angle her dive towards him.

At this point, the map is kind of useless to try and describe/keep track of this 3-D combat, so I'll just try and narrate your options well:

You can all see her now, no perception required. She just dove down to 20 feet above ground, and is within 30 feet of all PCs for purposes of ranged attacks, but is not close enough to the cliff wall for those who are climbing to attack with melee (not even with reach weapons, sorry Jararaca). You do not need to use both hands to hold onto the statue if you are climbing; the ledges are just wide enough to stand on using just your legs. Vargo and Ma'Huuk are still under the mind-effect at the moment, but Jararaca, Hush, Kaye, and Erevan are up. (And Moto, if Ma'Huuk wants to suggest an action he thinks his allosaur might take.)

Well, obviously Moto would do what scientists have observed allosauruseses doing in their natural settings for centuries. He'd immediately run to protect his packmate, then—once there—would grab one of the available shortspears and hurl it at the attacker. Oh, the wonders of nature. Alas, as the old poet penned ... Ours is not to reason why, ours is but to roll the die.

Im fairly certain that's what our boy Tennyson wrote, and with this very situation in mind.

Id settle for Moto defaulting to Guarding Ma'Huuk, though, I guess. :D

Knowledge (Nature): 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (10) + 5 = 15

Seeing the bird woman attempting to make for Atmar, Jararaca gets ready to try to jump off the cliff and grab her when she does.
Since I want to jump (a move action) and grapple (a standard action), I believe that requires that I delay until after her next turn.
Acrobatics to jump: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (10) + 7 = 17 Did not include bonus for speed since this is presumably a standing jump
Grapple: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (16) + 5 = 21
Acrobatics to negate 10 feet of fall if applicable: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (13) + 7 = 20

I couldn't resist.

"Like a bird of prey!" Kaye quips. "I don't know what you are, but I do know when all else fails, use fire!"

Kaye will run underneath the brid woman and throw a bomb directly upwards. If he can't get underneath, he'll throw the bomb anyway and takes a -2 penalty because of the 20 foot range increment. Also, I'm assuming Jararaca is not grabbing her at the moment.

Ranged Touch, Point Blank Shot: 1d20 + 2 + 1 ⇒ (14) + 2 + 1 = 17
Damage: 1d6 + 3 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 3 + 1 = 7 Minimum Damage 5
Miss Direction: 1d8 ⇒ 8
Reflex Save DC 13 for half damage.

Excellent, Hush thinks as he pulls an arrow from his quiver and nocks it to his bowstring. She finally comes out. You'll make a fine addition to Father Skinsaw's halls. He lets the arrow fly.

Longbow: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (2) + 4 = 6
Damage: 1d8 ⇒ 5

"Come down and fight, witch!" Erevan yells at the creature as he tries to draw its attention to himself.

Without a means of engaging it with his blade, he draws a javelin from a clutch at his back and throws it at her.

javelin: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (14) + 5 = 191d6 ⇒ 4

Given that I had you on delay, you have your full turn now, Jararaca, so you're good. Time for thrilling heroics!

Several things happen almost all at once: Kaye hurls a bomb upward, and manages to hit the flying woman dead on with, causing fire to burst around her and earning a bird-like shriek.

Jararaca launches himself into space, pushing off from the wall in what some might call a suicidal leap. Her skin still smoldering, the woman is not so injured that he she doesn't lash out at him with one clawed hand... AOO vs Jararaca: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (8) + 3 = 11 Damage vs Jararaca: 1d6 ⇒ 6

Unfortunately for Jararaca's brilliant, dangerous plan, he wasn't expecting a claw that rakes across his reaching arms. The stinging pain makes his attack less effective than it would otherwise have been, and instead of successfully barreling into her and locking his arms around her, Jararaca tumbles to the ground, though fortunately he lands not as hard as he might. The ground hits you, Jararaca :( : 1d6 ⇒ 5 ...still pretty hard, though.

(Alas, if this were a homebrew and not PFS I'd love to have given you some big bonuses for crazy heroics. Instead the dice decided to stomp on you. Sorry. :( -11 total damage to Jararaca, and he is prone on the ground.)

Hush looses an arrow but it misses its mark. Fortunately, Erevan's javelin flies true. Total damage to enemy: 11

The drovers mill around dazedly on the ground, still drawn to get closer to this being but no longer sure of the best way to accomplish this. They move beneath her and begin jumping feebly, gazes turned up to her-- it might be comical, were it not a matter of life and death.

On the statue face, Pashket knows the best way to reach her: step out into space, and walk towards her, obviously.... the large-waisted merchant drops like a stone, landing next to the badly injured camels. Atmar blindly follows the same route, but fortunately, the boy is not high enough off the ground to injure himself-- he lands nimbly, and joins the drovers in standing on the sand beneath the shrieking woman. Damage to Pashket: 1d6 ⇒ 2

Moto clicks in distress, wanting to get to his master but being on a rock higher than his master, and kind of stuck. It's very worrying! As for Ma'Huuk and Vargo.... they join the standing mob that is gathered on the ground beneath the woman, still mindlessly drawn closer to her presence, the song echoing in their heads despite the fact that she's stopped singing.

End round 4, start round 5

Snarling curses, the winged woman decides that the easy prey of the slave boy is of less interest right now than the ground-bound forms who dared to hurt her. She turns furious eyes on Kaye and Erevan, then plummets down to strike at Kaye with a morningstar, shrieking, "Halima! Halimaaa!" as she dives.

Morningstar charge vs Kaye, higher ground: 1d20 + 8 + 2 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 8 + 2 + 1 = 12 Nat 1! Nice for you guys

Round 5-- Okay. Everyone's on the ground now except for Moto. The Roll20 map is relevant again after all. Basically, a lot of people clustered around on the ground as close as they could get below her, and then she dropped 15 feet to attack Kaye from directly above his head, so she's actually adjacent to Ma'Huuk, Kaye, and Vargo, and Jararaca... just above their heads. Jararaca, you're prone, and she is threatening your square with her morningstar, so you'll eat an AOO if you try to stand up. The good news is that Ma'Huuk and Vargo have now shaken off the charm, so: You're all up! Do terrible things! (If you don't see the harpy on the map it's because her token is directly atop Kaye's, as she is flying directly above him.)

Oy, sorry. I should have had my stat line up to date. AC was actually 12 since I wasn't bloodraging, but perhaps I'm flat-footed while jumping and she would have hit me anyway.

Falling to the ground in a heap, Jararaca sees the danger that the harpy presents. He stays on the ground, ready to defend himself if the harpy tries to attack.
Total defense. AC 16/16/14 (prone not included), hp 1/12.

"Well, that's why I cook my food before I eat it, madam."
Kaye figures that her reflexes are shot due to the fire and swinging at Jararaca, so he tries to roll back 10 feet before hurling his shortspear at her.

Acrobatics vs Harpy CMD: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (14) + 2 = 16

Shortspear, Point Blank Shot: 1d20 + 1 + 2 ⇒ (12) + 1 + 2 = 15
Damage: 1d6 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 1 = 3

"And a fine 'Halima' to you, too!" Leaving a melee spot open for someone else."

Ma'Huuk shakes his head to clear the final touches of the harpy's song. Then he looks up at the bird-woman with eyes filling with rage.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

He rips an axe from his waste and hacks at her.

Draw axe, Rage, apply Axe directly to Harpy (power attack style)
Battleaxe: 1d20 + 7 - 1 ⇒ (12) + 7 - 1 = 18
damage: 1d8 + 9 + 3 ⇒ (4) + 9 + 3 = 16

... if symptoms persist, reapply as necessary.

Seeing an opportunity to strike, Erevan draws his dueling sword and leaps over one of the dying camels.

"En garde!" he exclaims.

With an aggressive stance, he lunges forward, his sword arm extended, and slashes at the flying creature while it is distracted by Ma'Huuk.

MW Dueling Sword (cold iron, flank): 1d20 + 7 + 2 ⇒ (15) + 7 + 2 = 241d8 ⇒ 8

Jararaca: Ah, so. Well, it's not too late to retcon and wouldn't have changed much for anyone other than you, so:

~Timey-wibbly-wobbly~

Jararaca leaps from the statue face, but the claw just misses his unarmored flesh! He crashes into the flying woman, pinning her arms and wings to her side, and bearing them both to the earth with a crash.

Consider that you still took the 5 falling damage, but not the talon damage, Jararaca. Still prone on the ground, but grappling the harpy, who is also prone.

The group hurries to attack the downed bird-woman, blades and swords striking easily at the downed, grappled woman. Hack! Chop! Though she struggles against Jararaca's hold, the attacks still find their mark-- the harpy goes limp with a last squawk.

Actions remaining in round: Vargo, Hush. The camels are badly injured on the ground, and Pashket is somewhat injured, also on the ground. The harpy is unconscious. Keeping us in initiative rounds right now.

Yay! Much more heroic, thanks Dien! I think I know what Hush plans to do...

Vargo rears back and slams his glaive down into the harpy with a powerful blow

Power Attack with a flank: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (8) + 6 = 141d10 + 6 ⇒ (8) + 6 = 14

Vargo has no trouble in attacking and impaling the unconscious harpy. He has acquired inventory item: dead harpy on a stick.

Hush, any action in this round?

Sorry. I was waiting until I could see the map, and by then...

Hush stores his bow, but by the time he gets to the harpy with his twin shortswords flashing she has already succumbed to her injuries. A fine addition indeed, he thinks, drawing a blade across her throat to ensure she doesn't rise again.

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"A strange creature... I wonder what that 'Halimaa' was all about. Now we have to tend to more injured..."

Would Knowledge Geography, Local, or Nature give us any insights into Halima? Modifiers are as follows: Geography +3, Local +4, Nature +5
Knowledge: 1d20 ⇒ 16

Erevan looks back up at the massive statue.

"Let's only hope there aren't more of them. Watch yourselves!" he chastises the group as he moves to investigate the mouth.

perception take 10: 10 + 11 = 21

Should probably heal up our camels? I'm happy to donate my share of the wand charges.

no time for solid narration.

Ma'Huuk commands Moto down, then goes tending the camels.
(Basically, any unconscious or dying camels will get Wand of CLW hits until they're conscious, and then we can let them get a good night's rest.)

[ooc]Let em know how many charges to strike from my wand to heal those camels, Dien. :)'

Otherwise, Ma'Huuk is ready to explore this place.

I'll split wand charges with you all too. Sorry, at a con this weekend so little time for narration.

We are still in combat rounds. Hush's action finishes off the last round. Nothing you've posted since matters, heh.

Hush slices the throat of the dead harpy that Vargo had impaled on his glaive, just to be double, triple sure...

A sound of scrabbling and falling rocks draws everyone's attention upward, to see another of the winged women launching herself into space, riding the hot canyon updrafts a hundred and fifty feet overhead. Unlike the one that lies dead at your feet, this one is silent, but her drawn weapon leaves little doubt as to her intent.

The drovers' heads cleared when yours did-- they run to the cliff, trying to keep the camels from injuring themselves further. Atmar runs to his injured master's side.

Party is up. Second harpy is 150 feet above you.

Kaye draws another shortspear. "Ah. You must be Halimaa. The pitiful life of the scavenger: Kill or be Killed."

Kaye waits patiently to see if he can throw another bomb at her.

If the harpy is within 30 feet, and no one besides Kaye is caught in the blast, Kaye will toss a bomb at her.

Hush sighs. They never want to make this easy. He drops his shortswords, redraws his bow, and fires off an arrow.

Longbow (2nd range increment): 1d20 + 4 - 2 ⇒ (7) + 4 - 2 = 9
Damage: 1d8 ⇒ 4

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Jararaca gets his flying blade out and readies and action to swing it at her if she gets within 10 feet of him.

Erevan looks up in the sky, trying to gauge whether the creature is planning to attack them or not. He takes a second javelin from a clutch at his back and prepares to throw it should it come into range.

readied javelin: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (2) + 5 = 71d6 ⇒ 6

Vargo will set his Polearm against a charge.

Ma'Huuk yanks his axe free as he releases his rage. With a wary look up at the remaining threat, the big tribesman endures his fatigue as he makes draws out his shield. With an annoyed look up at Moto, he points to the body-carrying camel and clucks out a command.

Release Rage. Move to draw out shield. Ready an action to attack the harpy should it come in range (attack will include fatigue and power attack).

Command Moto to Guard the body-carrying camel.
Handle Animal, DC10: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (8) + 6 = 14

Moto, not knowing what else to do, drops awkwardly from the fall and moves to defend the camel.

Acro to reduce damage from the fall.
Acro to avoid damage, DC15: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (1) + 3 = 4; nope
falling damage: 1d6 ⇒ 3

I don't see Moto's token on the map. Can you place it to the left of the red camel?

Okay, almost everyone readies... and Moto tumbles back to ground. Oof, ow, bang.

Hush's arrow flies wide; the drovers huddle with the wounded camels, trying to keep them from standing on their broken legs, and Atmar helps his master to stand. The harpy circles in the air, studying you and your preparations from a distance; then folds her wings and dives like an arrow towards Hush, deciding he is the most isolated...

Kaye throws a bomb when she gets within thirty feet, fire bursting around the harpy; her mouth opens but no sound emerges. 8 damage to harpy Erevan also tosses a javelin, but she swerves contemptuously from the hurled shaft.

Charge, higher ground, vs Hush: 1d20 + 8 + 2 + 1 ⇒ (12) + 8 + 2 + 1 = 23
Damage to Hush: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 1 = 5

She's close enough to bring the pain to her physically, now-- next to Hush, five feet off the sand, wings flapping. Her inhuman face is contorted with rage; you can see her throat is covered with fresh injuries, weeping pus-- probably the only reason you've not been subjected to another bout of mind-confusing singing.

Party's up. Harpy is 5 ft off the ground but still within melee range; due to her angle of approach, Jararaca, Ma'Huuk, and Vargo's readied actions didn't trigger.

"Hmm. her throat has been torn out. A territorial squabble? You should have used this opportunity to flee, Halimaa."

Kaye studies Hush's movements, then throws a second shortspear at the harpy, making sure he does not hit his death-obsessed friend. He then draws another shortspear.

Shortspear, Point-Blank Shot: 1d20 + 2 + 1 ⇒ (15) + 2 + 1 = 18 Man, I'm rolling hot today. Then again, Kaye's build suits him well against skirmishers like harpies.
Damage: 1d6 + 1 ⇒ (6) + 1 = 7

Kaye threw 2 shortspears. He's holding number 3, and he has two more at the ready.

If I need to be in the square next to her to hit her due to her height feel free to move me

Vargo actually felt a jolt of glee as he moves over with his polearm to attack the offending Harpy. This was exactly the sort of thing he had trained for with the Hellknights and he was getting to put his practice into execution.

He brought his glaive into an upward swing and tried to drive it hard into the monster.

Glaive Power Attack: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (19) + 4 = 231d10 + 7 ⇒ (2) + 7 = 9

Vargo and Kaye are able to bring down the already-burnt harpy! Foolish she was, to fly down close enough to be hit by you...

Q: What sort of scenario doesn't give flying enemies some ranged weaponry?
A: A season 0 scenario, that's what.

Combat over! A total of 7 wand charges will heal Pashket and the camels, you can divide that how you please amongst yourselves. There's a bit more to wrap up this location, narration-wise (I assume you'll be good Pathfinders and go plunder that cave!), but I'm unfortunately falling asleep where I sit, so I'll post after some shut-eye detailing what you find, and moving us forward again.

Not missing a beat, Kaye goes to retreat his shortspears. "Well, that was fun. Not really. They're not the first women to make people take irrational decisions."

"I am interested in what they have in their cave, but... I'm no climber. Let's heal those camels."

Hush hops back a step as the second harpy dives at him-- but not quick enough, and he takes a nasty gash across his exposed neck. Before he can raise his bow, however, she collapses in front of him, brought down by Vargo's glaive and Kaye's shortspear. He stashes his bow, picks up his shortswords and makes sure of her with one of them. Then he wipes them off and stores them as well.

Recovering from his fatigue, Ma'Huuk goes about helping to heal the camels and Moto.

Unless someone in addition to Jararaca volunteers their CLW wand, I'll strike 5 heals from my Wand. 4 for the camels and 1 for Moto. Jararaca can use 3 charges.
CLW, Moto: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 1 = 5

"I also am no climber," the big man says as he finishes up, "but I have rope and a grapple hook with me." He begins knotting the rope, "That should make this climb easier."

Once it's knotted, he'll just keep trying with the grapple hook until it's successfully in place, then climb up. At that point, he can succeed on a Take 10.