this wouldn't, perchance, give a new fear save to existing effects, would it???
this wouldn't, perchance, give a new fear save to existing effects, would it???
Round I
1. John (shaken), Augrym, Gozrek (frightened), Bytor (shaken), Unrak, Taranis (Toth shaken)
2. Boggards (Green @ 6 dmg each)
- Round the First
- Current HPs: 76/76
- Inspired
- Shaken
(Saves are above)
"Steady my boy..." John intones as calmly as he can. He steps closer t Bytor and draws his bowstring and tries to eliminate the threats one arrow at a time. (5' step east, please move my pog)
RANGED FULL ATTACK
First Attack:
for damage.
Second Attack:
for damage
Rapid Shot:
for damage.
He targets those closest to him, firing until one falls then switching to the next.
John puts two arrows each into two boggards, slaying them both!
The nearer boggards close, swinging with morningstars made of fire-hardened wood and brutal thorns.
MISS
HIT
MISS
MISS
Unrak is caught with a surprise blow to the instep, the pain further fueling his rage.
The remaining boggards leap down from their hidey-holes and issue a second chorus of horrifying croaks!
Round II
1. John (shaken, 2 saves!), Augrym (1 save!), Gozrek (frightened, fled), Bytor (shaken, 2 saves!), Unrak (3 saves!), Taranis (4 saves!; Toth shaken, 4 saves!)
2. Boggards (Green @ 6 dmg each)
Saving Throw! plus...
- Fortitude: +8
- Reflex: +10
- Will: +6
Saving Throw! plus...
- Fortitude: +8
- Reflex: +10
- Will: +6
Looks like 2 passed saves.
John continues his barrage with deadly calm on his face, even while growing concern stokes the fire of the boggard's supernatural fear...
- Round the Second
- Current HPs: 76/76
- Inspired
- Shaken
- Concerned
RANGED FULL ATTACK
First Attack:
for damage.
Second Attack:
for damage.
Rapid Shot:
for damage.
Taranis finishes his spell, bringing forth an air elemental to aid the party. for
The druid then resorts to his sling:
for
Toth panics like a scaredy cat
Unrak's rage continues unabated. He swings at the boggard in front of him
IF this drops the guy
THEN move to 2 squares diagonally left
ELSE 2nd attack, then 5' step diagonally left
John puts another two arrows in two boggards. Unrak cuts down a third. Taranis whips two others near him with wind and stone.
Round II
1. John (shaken), Augrym (1 save!), Gozrek (frightened, fled), Bytor (shaken, 2 saves!), Unrak, Taranis (Toth panicked, fled)[/b]
2. Boggards (Green @ 6 dmg each, Red @ 4 dmg, Purple @ 1 dmg)
Bytor maintains his inspiring courage as he tries to throw off the shaken condition himself!
Then Bytor withdraws back to the center where he pulls out his longbow and prepares to fire.
Bytor decides there is strength in numbers, going to stand by a stalwart Taranis.
Round II
1. John (shaken), Augrym (1 save!), Gozrek (frightened, fled), Bytor (shaken, 2 saves!), Unrak, Taranis (Toth panicked, fled)
2. Boggards (Green @ 6 dmg each, Red @ 4 dmg, Purple @ 1 dmg)
Move, Study, Attack.
Augrym easily slashes into boggard flesh, but does not slay the assailant.
The boggards flail about with their wood-and-thorn morningstars, inflicting bruises and scrapes more than anything serious.
MISS
MISS
HIT
MISS
HIT
HIT
MISS
Round II
1. John (shaken), Augrym, Gozrek (frightened, fled), Bytor (shaken), Unrak (121/136 hp), Taranis (74/82 hp; Toth panicked, fled)
2. Boggards (Green @ 6 dmg each, Red @ 4 dmg, Purple @ 1 dmg, Yellow @ 12 dmg)
Unrak snarls in glee, being surrounded by enemies--a rich target environment!!
He starts hewing about him like a man threshing wheat.
Grinning from ear to ear, Unrak cuts down two boggards!
Round II
1. John (shaken), Augrym, Gozrek (frightened, fled), Bytor (shaken), Unrak (121/136 hp), Taranis (74/82 hp; Toth panicked, fled)
2. Boggards (Green @ 6 dmg each, Red @ 4 dmg, Purple @ 1 dmg, Yellow @ 12 dmg)
Despite being shaken, Bytor maintains his inspiring courage and moves from behind Taranis and fires an arrow directly at the (purple) boggard!
Bytor's arrow plunges into boggard flesh with a wet crunch.
Round II
1. John (shaken), Augrym, Gozrek (frightened, fled), Bytor (shaken), Unrak (121/136 hp), Taranis (74/82 hp; Toth panicked, fled)
2. Boggards (Green @ 6 dmg each, Red @ 4 dmg, Purple @ 7 dmg, Yellow @ 12 dmg)
- Round the Second
- Current HPs: 76/76
- Inspired
- Shook up
John shifts his target to the Boggard harrying his lord, and pulls his bowstring back again!
RANGED FULL ATTACK
First Attack:
for damage
Second Attack:
for damage
Rapid Shot:
for damage
(Target the one near Taranis, then near Augrym, then near Unrak if it gets that far)
Four arrows, three boggards...
Round IV
1. John (shaken), Augrym, Gozrek (frightened, fled), Bytor (shaken), Unrak (121/136 hp), Taranis (74/82 hp; Toth panicked, fled)
2. Boggards (Green @ 6 dmg, Red @ 4 dmg)
Taranis watches as the elemental attacks!
for
It then obeys a new command, rushing to protect Taranis's brother, despite the opening it leaves.
Taranis takes a stone and hurls it Marc style at the now solo boggard
for
HIT
Wind and stone again buffet one of the last remaining boggards! The elemental takes a swipe on the chin(?).
Round IV
1. John (shaken), Augrym, Gozrek (frightened, fled), Bytor (shaken), Unrak (121/136 hp), Taranis (74/82 hp; Toth panicked, fled)
2. Boggards (Green @ 6 dmg, Red @ 16 dmg)
Double move.
The last surviving boggard see the writing in the bog water, and dive beneath the surface of the muck to make a hasty subaquatic retreat. The victory is yours!
Taranis whistles for Toth to return. He shames neither of his posse for their performance...
"come now, let us see what attracted the boggards." He then begins a systematic search of the buildings and the bodies.
Unrak makes sure Gozrek returns safely, and gives him a solid shoulder pat, but no words. He glares harshly at anyone who looks about to criticize the boy.
Then he assists Tar in the search.
You find the buildings to be uniformly empty. It is clear that this village has been abandoned for some time.
John passes a bite of food to his boy, and doesn't mention the running away thing.
"This seems tragic, though less mysterious than Varnhold. come now, let's map this region, we have a mission after all."
Bytor looks around to see if there is anything mysterious or unusual.
As you catch your breath in the setting sun and think about making camp, your gaze over the waters reminds you of two obstacles to your usual routine:
First, the East Sellen is well over a mile wide here---a far greater span than the small and often lazy waterways of the Greenbelt.
Second, the western shore is claimed as part of the Drelev Demesne, and is almost certainly patrolled with regularity, as you do for your own lands. To be caught in force with a river at your back would be risky, and stealth-on-the-run does not lend itself to especially good map-making.
Yes, brother, we have a mission--and it's not thorough exploration. It's scouting the enemy's defenses. We need to be more nimble and stealthy; we can map the areas AFTER Drelev is dealt with.
"Ah yes. Yes. You're right brother."
So, how do we deal with the river? They Wyvernstone Bridge is guarded--MAYBE we can sneak across it. What other options have we?
"We have a boat brother. It doesn't jiggle jiggle, it folds."
Unrak tries to find a dry stump to sit on as he thinks.
OK, we need a plan. We have a good idea of the forces guarding the bridge--but we need a little more, so we don't stumble in blind. I suggest we cross the river under cover of night, and we recon the road south/southwest of the road for at least a few miles. we try to get an understanding of the immediate area, to see if we should expect an immediate counterattack, AND where we would hit next once we take the bridge.
He pauses, thinking more.
we've also got some prisoners to free. I don't know where Fort Drelev is, or where the Tiger Lords are holed up--but we need to get to both of them. So, if we can find any sympathetic locals we can talk to on the down-low, we should try that. Any other suggestions?
John nods silent agreement. He sets about the mundane tasks of checking his gear. Tightening straps, using a stick to work chunks of muddy dirt loose, and trying to ensure his weapons are ready for action.
Taranis too nods in agreement.
Gozrek nods.
"Grrrrrr."
Getting out your folding boat, you decide to make the crossing at nightfall. The pale moon provides just enough light to see where you are going but, given that none of you are trained sailors, the oar-work is slow going and tiresome, made worse by the need to fight the current. It is well into the night when you land on the west bank of the river.
Well, "land" is probably too generous a verb. Much like the swamps to the east that you left behind, the west bank is a fetid expanse of dark marshes and bogs, with nothing approaches the dignity of being called a road. You stumble two miles southward in the dark, cursing each time a footfall becomes a plunge into several feet of frigid water. At last as dawn approaches, you fling yourselves down on a reed-choked hillock, in the hope of finding some dry-ish patch on which to rest.
To your east, the wide Lake Hooktongue stretches away southward into the distance. You might hope to find drier land by traveling some miles to the west, or you could rely on the sparse habitation of the Slough to sneak your way further south. Or, as per your plan, you can turn northward to approach Wyvernstone Bridge.
"Well, Unrak.". Bytor remarks while slapping mosquitoes, "It is clear that any army holed up here is going to be quite miserable. I can't imagine that we are going to meet many locals here in the swamp, unless they are iruxi or something."
"Well, Unrak.". Bytor remarks while slapping mosquitoes, "It is clear that any army holed up here is going to be quite miserable. I can't imagine that we are going to meet many locals here in the swamp, unless they are iruxi or something."
Unrak grunts. As miserable as this is, it makes me happier. going to be harder to relieve the tower at the bridge. And will be easier for US to do it from OUR side, once we take it.
"Let's cut west. As much as I want to crush those forces, we need to rescue them first."
"First."
It takes three full days---or rather, three full nights---just to find your way out of the swamps. After sundown on [color=teal]17th Pharast[/color], you finally manage to furtively venture into an expanse of open plains.
There is precious little cover to be had here, and the tilled fields, muddy cart-tracks, and small homesteads that dot the landscape offer the promise of at least agrarian civilization---but also the prospect of watchful eyes and unwanted attention.
"I'm hoping we will have fewer mosquitos now that we've gotten out of the swamp. I can't say that I am going to miss the swamp in any way."
Too bad we didn't find any of the bounty critters, though...
The moonlight waxes as you consider how to proceed, and the icy wind seems to rip right through you.
Cut northeast as surreptitiously as possible. [b]"If it helps I can travel as a bird forth once I've Communed with Nature
Cut northeast as surreptitiously as possible. "If it helps I can travel as a bird forth once I've Communed with Nature"