Goodluck will advance to M-25, peering about to see if anything looks out of place.
Perception:
Heeding Tae's words, Caelin marches forward through the underbrush, staying within sight of Goodluck and the others, but trying to peer into the woods and behind the campsite.
You advance to the edge of the camp. At the far edge of your vision, among the wood piles to the north, you catch the faintest flicker of movement - but then again, it could just be the mists swirling...when you look more closely, you don't see anything but wood.
Jervaise double moves over to the wood piles to the north, for a closer look.
"Gentlemen, I think there is something over by the wood piles; it might be more of these creatures..."
Meycho guides his pony slightly further into the clearing, keeping his bow ready.
Jervaise perception:
Jervaise reflex:
T dmg
T stealth
Perception:
Taecuss:
Caelin:
Goodluck:
Meycho:
Falling Star:
Aumgwe:
You carefully move along the lumber piles, keeping a watchful eye out for enemies. Suddenly, you hear a sharp cracking sound, and the air around you is filled with sharp splinters. Only your defensive training saves you. Instinctively, you duck and roll, avoiding the barrage of sharp wood.
As you spring into a crouch, sword in hand, you see a tiny, vaguely humanoid creature that seems to be made completely of bundles of sticks wound with thorny vines sprint from between the two log piles and jump into a bush to the north. There is a rustle, and the creature vanishes from sight. You have no idea what the creature was, but it did not look anything like the splinterwaif you just beat senseless.
Jerveaise stalks forward, and you lose sight of him behind the crates and logs. Suddenly, you hear a sharp cracking sound, followed by a rusteling and a yell from Jervaise.
Both Taecuss and Meycho advance into the camp without spotting any enemies or coming under attack.
Goodluck steps forward to N19, walking straight ahead. He'll stop there, holding an action to throw his trident if he sees an enemy.
Goodluck perception:
G K(n):
G att:
G dmg:
S att:
S dmg:
S stealth:
T stealth:
You carefully stalk through the empty camp. When you move past the middle log pile, you spot a a tiny, vaguely humanoid creature that seems to be made completely of bundles of sticks wound with thorny vines standing to the north about 30 feet away, between the log piles.
You recognize it as a twigjack, another fey with a reputation for evil deeds. Maladjusted protectors of the wood, these malicious fey constantly threaten any attempts to civilize the wild, tormenting intruders in the forest and wreaking havoc on settlers. Twigjacks delight in breaking wagon wheels from expansionists’ caravans, snapping hunters’ bows, and sabotaging isolated cabins and villages. When striking from concealment, twigjacks can cause quite severe damage, and they also have the ability to spit forth a dense cloud of splinters. Even though they are not plants, their twig-like bodies make them vulnerable to fire.
With a great heave, you hurl your trident at the twigjack. Despite the distance, your aim is true, and the trident slams into the tiny creature, obviously causing it a great amount of pain.
At that moment, you feel a sharp pain as a wooden splinter hits you from behind.
Another splinterwaif bursts from a bush and rushes past you, clambering up the wood pile. You lose sight of it.
Then the twigjack moves, running around the wood piles and dissapearing from sight. You catch the faintest sound of rustling leaves from the bush behind you, where the splinterwaif was hiding. To your amazement, you spot the twigjack now attempting to hide within the bush. You are certain that it is the same one, as it has freshly scorched puncture wounds from your trident.
Goodluck moves forward and seems to spot something to the north, between the wood piles. He hurls his trident, and you hear the sound of impact accompanied by the sharp crackle of electricity, and a high-pitched yelp of pain.
Then suddenly something seems to strike Goodluck, and a thin shape rushes past him. Goodluck looks about him, with a look of confusion on his face.
Goodluck moves forward, out of sight. You hear something being hurled, followed by the sound of impact and the sharp crackle of electricity, and then a high-pitched yelp of pain.
Then Goodluck suddenly cries out.
Taking a deep breath, Caelin drops his bow and runs towards the first foe he's laid eyes upon. On the way, he draws his greatsword and raises it high over head. As he arrives next to the creature, he brings it down with all his strength.
Caelin hears the sounds of battle, but decides to keep on the southern edge of the encampment, hoping to prevent any escape and identify any other hidden dangers. The thick undergrowth made movement difficult, and it was challenging to keep his bow at the ready.
You move silently through the underbush, Aumgwe perched on your backpack. You do not spot any enemies.
Abandoned logging camp
Round 1
Ordered Initiative-
Meycho/Falling Star: 26
Goodluck: 20
Twigjacks: 19
Splinterwaif: 19
Caelin/Aumgwe: 18
Jervaise: 13
Taecuss: 7
Terrain Features-
Bushes/Dark green areas: Heavy undergrowth - difficult terrain and 30% concealment.
Lumber piles: 10 ft high.
Notes-
The initiative counts above reflects only the enemies who have shown themselves. Hidden enemies may enter the initiative order in other places, as a result of delay/readied actions.
Active Effects
Bard song: Inspire Courage +2/+2 - 1 round spent
Gripping his sword tightly, Jervaise moves North 10', and peers around. If he does not spot anything, he moves back into the centre of the clearing, and looks for other opponents.
conceal
You are just about to move north when you spot something moving in a bush to the south-west. It is another of the tiny stick-creatures that spat splinters at you!
Without hesitation, you grip your greatsword tight and charge, swing the blade through the bush with great force. You smack the tiny creature senseless, and it tumbles down to the ground.
You spot Jervaise rush towards a bush in the middle of the camp and swing his sword. He seems to hit what he was aiming for. A tiny creature tumbles senseless to the ground.
You hear the sound of rushing feet, followed by the sound of a blade cutting through branches.
Tae moves, but sees no enemies.
Meycho guides his pony further ahead, keeping his bow at the ready.
Meycho moves, but sees no enemies.
"They are using the undergrowth to travel. Ware the bushes!"
Goodluck will head over to retrieve his trident.
Goodluck:
Trap att: Vs AC 22
Trap dmg:
Tae trip: vs CMD 12
Tae knowledge (nature):
Twigjack 1 splinterspit
Reflex saves:
Taecuss:
Jervaise:
Splinterspit:
att: Vs AC 19
dmg:
As Goodluck moves up between the two stacks of lumber, he suddenly feels his foot catch on something. He barely has time to look down and see a cleverly concealed tripwire of thin vines before the middle pile of lumber comes tumbling down upon him.
Determined, the Mwangi oracle pushes the fallen logs aside and continues forward towards his trident. Just as he bends down and retrieves his weapon, a large splinter zips past his head, embedding itself in the ground besides him. As he whirls, Goodluck spots a splinterwaif crouched atop the lumber pile he just passed . The evil fey hisses at him and scurries down the opposite side of the stack, out of sight.
Just then, another of the tiny twigjacks jumps out of the bushes on the western edge of the camp and runs towards Taecuss and Jervaise. It does not get far, though, as Taecuss cracks his whip to send the tiny fey tumbling to the ground. It twists and exhales with a sharp cracking noise, sending a cloud of sharp splinters towards the two adventurers. Taecuss manages to get his arms up in front of his face, shielding him from the brunt of the blast, and Jervaise is just out of range, with only a few splinters bouncing harmlessly off his armor.
You recognize the small creature as a twigjack, another fey with a reputation for evil deeds. Maladjusted protectors of the wood, these malicious fey constantly threaten any attempts to civilize the wild, tormenting intruders in the forest and wreaking havoc on settlers. Twigjacks delight in breaking wagon wheels from expansionists’ caravans, snapping hunters’ bows, and sabotaging isolated cabins and villages.
You hear someone move, then a loud clamor as one of the timber piles collapses. Goodluck cries out in surprise and pain. The you hear a few scattered sounds of movement, followed by the sharp crack of Taecuss whip. Moments later, the sound of a lot of tiny wooden objects striking flesh and armor mingle with a yell of pain from Taecuss.
Gozreh's balls, this mist is making me angry!
Caelin risked giving away his position briefly, calling loudly to the others, "Sound off on what you see, if you're not trying to sneak up on something!
With his sense of irony fully engaged, he did his best to slink away westward from his current position, moving along the southern edge of the camp.
You move further west through the underbrush, but still see no enemies.
You do however know a great deal about Twigjacks. Maladjusted protectors of the wood, these malicious fey constantly threaten any attempts to civilize the wild, tormenting intruders in the forest and wreaking havoc on settlers.
Twigjacks delight in breaking wagon wheels from expansionists’ caravans, snapping hunters’ bows, and sabotaging isolated cabins and villages. When striking from concealment, twigjacks can cause quite severe damage, and they also have the ability to spit forth a dense cloud of splinters. Even though they are not plants, their twig-like bodies make them vulnerable to fire.
A twigjack can travel short distances between brambles, shrubs, or thickets as if via dimension door as part of a move action. The twigjack must begin and end this movement while in an area of at least light undergrowth. The twigjack can travel in this manner up to 60 feet per day.
Not needing to be asked twice, Jervaise charges over to the tripped fey, and whacks at it with his sword!
Jervaise rushes forward and smacks the fallen twigjack hard with his greatsword, immediately knocking it out.
You hear Jervaise rush forward with a war-cry. A moment later, the sound of steel on wood is followed by a satisfied whoop.
Abandoned logging camp
Round 3
Ordered Initiative-
Meycho/Falling Star: 26
Goodluck: 20
Twigjacks: 19
Splinterwaif: 19
Caelin/Aumgwe: 18
Jervaise: 13
Taecuss: 7
Terrain Features-
Bushes/Dark green areas: Heavy undergrowth - difficult terrain and 30% concealment.
Lumber piles: 10 ft high.
Fallen logs (between the two southern log-piles: Difficult terrain.
Notes-
The initiative counts above reflects only the enemies who have shown themselves. Hidden enemies may enter the initiative order in other places, as a result of delay/readied actions.
Active Effects
Bard song: Inspire Courage +2/+2 - 3 round spent
Where the hell are they!? Meycho exclaims loudly, before wheeling his pony about and riding back towards the center of the clearing.
Meycho joins the others in the center of the camp, and does not spot any threats.
Goodluck will move to I-13, readying an attack action in case of ambush.
Goodluck perception
Splinterwaif stealth
Goodluck att
Dmg
Bramble att
Grab vs CMD 23
Dmg
Constrict
Meycho Att:
Meycho Dmg:
Twigjack Splinterspit
Reflex saves vs DC 14:
Meycho:
Falling Star:
Horse:
You advance into the underbrush, keeping a careful eye out for the splinterwaif.
Just as you push yourself through a patch of brushes, you hear a noise behind you. You whirl to see the spinterwaif rise up from an abandoned cart you just passed. You hurl your trident, but the nimble fey dodges easily. It then gestures at the stump besides you, and a thorny bramble vine rises up and takes a swipe at you, but fails to penetrate your icy armor. The splinterwaif then jumps down off the wagon and moves into flanking position with the animated plant.
As you fend of the splinterwaif and the bramble, shooting a wistful glance at your trident lying in the back of the cart, you hear the twang of a bow, followed by the now familiar sound of splinterspit and the cries of pain from both man and animal.
You hear Goodluck move in the undergrowth somewhere to the north, then a surprised yell and the sound of struggle.
Then a twigjack jumps from the bushes to the east, near where you entered the camp, and runs towards the group at the center of the camp. Meycho is ready, and puts an arrow in the twigjack before it makes it all the way, but it keeps coming, stopping a dozen feet from you. It the exhales another deadly splinterspit, covering Meycho, his mount and his animal companion in splinters.
Caelin sees the twigjack scurrying forward and swings his bow around. Got to shoot 'em when you see 'em he breaths to himself as he takes two quick shots.
You hear two rapid twangs of a bow and the sound of an arrow impacting on wood.
From his cover in the woods, Caelin sends two arrows at the tiny stick-figure fey. The first one flies wide, Caelin's aim obstructed by the mists, but the second one finds its mark. The tiny fey staggers, but does not fall.
Spotting yet another enemy, Jervaise moves up to the tiny fey, and clobbers it into unconsciousness!
Caelin saw Jervaise emerge from the mist and scatter the twigjack across the camp. He made a silent gesture of congratulations and respect with his fist.
Just twigs now, eh, you little blighter? Now, were are the rest of you?
Caelin saw Jervaise emerge from the mist and scatter the twigjack across the camp. He made a silent gesture of congratulations and respect with his fist.
Just twigs now, eh, you little blighter? Now, were are the rest of you?
As soon as the magic alters your body, your nose is assailed by a hundreds of different new smells that you were unable to detect before. You clearly pick up the characteristic scent of Goodluck's barnacle-covered flesh as well as a sour wooden smell of Splinterwaif from somewhere to the north.
Meycho carefully guides his pony past the fallen timber, his bow still at the ready.