She smiles over at the metal contained cleric, And while we are distracting the chief and the rest of the tribe with our winning personalities and fleshy, fleshy bodies, the rest of you sneak in and take out the ammunition?"We can give it our best try, but likely Gutwad will not bear to show any weakness in front of his tribe. We shall go well-prepared, and if things turn sour, be ready to strike against Gutwad, all as one. If he falls, the tribe might just stand down."
That was more of my feeling. I'd feel a little uneasy double-dealing, even with a goblin. And as has been pointed out, we are much more equipped for battle than for subterfuge. No, I think our best bet is to confront this Gutwad as one, with our numbers acting as a show of force to help the diplomacy. Then, if diplomacy fails, we strike."
... Anyway, they’re to the Southeast. If you just go pretty much due Southeast, you’ll find them.”
** spoiler omitted **
Myri interjects with a question to Proudstump, ”I don’t suppose you know if there are any skiffs we can use out here?” Then to the rest of the group as a whole, "Guys, I suppose we all knew this was coming, ... but we're going to get wet."
Mel turns her green eyes to the halfling, I understand your desire to deal with the goblins fairly and I respect it. But I disagree with your interpretation. I, at least, mean to honestly deal with Chief Gutwad, and if he agrees to no longer attack travelers on the Lost Coast Road or Sandpoint, I'll be happy to let them be. Even if I doubt that an agreement will last beyond the next time the ravenous creatures get hungry.
Her voice turns quiet, and determined, However, I find it unlikely that the tribe will be so easily swayed. So if an agreement cannot be made, I think there will be much less death, both of our own and amongst the goblins, if our first act is to remove the fireworks from the table, rather than having to slaughter them to get to their fireworks.
Mel turns her green eyes to the halfling, I understand your desire to deal with the goblins fairly and I respect it. But I disagree with your interpretation. I, at least, mean to honestly deal with Chief Gutwad, and if he agrees to no longer attack travelers on the Lost Coast Road or Sandpoint, I'll be happy to let them be. Even if I doubt that an agreement will last beyond the next time the ravenous creatures get hungry.
Her voice turns quiet, and determined, However, I find it unlikely that the tribe will be so easily swayed. So if an agreement cannot be made, I think there will be much less death, both of our own and amongst the goblins, if our first act is to remove the fireworks from the table, rather than having to slaughter them to get to their fireworks.
"In that case, I think our best move is to reconnoiter the goblin camp before we let Gutwad know we're here to talk. Then we can know where our targets are, so we can get to them quickly."
He pauses and thinks for a moment. "It may be best to have some who can move quietly get to the fireworks, and destroy them if the diplomacy squad give a signal that the talks have failed."
Mel turns her green eyes to the halfling, I understand your desire to deal with the goblins fairly and I respect it. But I disagree with your interpretation. I, at least, mean to honestly deal with Chief Gutwad, and if he agrees to no longer attack travelers on the Lost Coast Road or Sandpoint, I'll be happy to let them be. Even if I doubt that an agreement will last beyond the next time the ravenous creatures get hungry.
Her voice turns quiet, and determined, However, I find it unlikely that the tribe will be so easily swayed. So if an agreement cannot be made, I think there will be much less death, both of our own and amongst the goblins, if our first act is to remove the fireworks from the table, rather than having to slaughter them to get to their fireworks.
Alaric nods in mute agreement.
Myri interjects with a question to Proudstump, ”I don’t suppose you know if there are any skiffs we can use out here?” Then to the rest of the group as a whole, "Guys, I suppose we all knew this was coming, ... but we're going to get wet."
"This is as good a time as any to mention it, I suppose, but I don't swim." He returns to the wound, cleaning and putting fresh bandages about it. Muttering: "And neither do I heal, apparently." He looks up at the halfling. "This will heal on its own. Keep it clean, change the bandages and you will be fine. One thing... how many snakes were there? This wound has a story behind it."
”Well if there aren’t any boats, maybe we can find a branch or something that’ll help you float. She looks around at the others, How much rope do we have?”
"In that case, I think our best move is to reconnoiter the goblin camp before we let Gutwad know we're here to talk. Then we can know where our targets are, so we can get to them quickly."
He pauses and thinks for a moment. "It may be best to have some who can move quietly get to the fireworks, and destroy them if the diplomacy squad give a signal that the talks have failed."
Alaric nods in mute agreement.
She smiles at the two men, so different, but apparently cut from the same cloth. I won't claim to be diplomatic, but I do speak their language. A shrewd look, But, if the goblin chieftain does speak Taldan, perhaps it would be best to negotiate in that. So the others will speak freely thinking that we can't understand. Not to mention, intent is often lost in translation.
”I'm afraid I don't have a boat, and the fishermen aren't coming out these days because of the goblins ... Oh, and it was just one snake, but you know, it was a pretty rough time. It got me a lot, I guess.”
Disguise
Perception
Hrunndalf
Melinda
Liothonae
Myriana
Alaric
Kalimac
Tattoos don't do that.
”Any chance you’ve got something around here that floats well enough to support others, or shall I take a quick look around?”
Diplomacy if needed:
Perception if needed:
An expression of amusement crosses Hrunndalf's face, and he says, "I would, in fact, be grateful for the opportunity. As you can imagine, it can be frustrating to no end not to be understood when it would be most important. My fate meets with scorn or distrust more often than with interest. Maybe you could teach me some of the Elven tongue in return? Or what is this other language you just spoke?"
"Tas'lonian, te olde Dru'ds kall 't. Et's teh lang'ige o' ruines... teh funneh simb'ls wit power in 'em." She smiles at Hrunndalf, her earlier intimidation forgotten. "Ah kun teech yu eet'her Elv'n or Tas'lonian if wee 'ave taime."
When they get to the cabin, Lio scouts around the outside, right before Melinda knocks on the door.
Survival to take a look around and see if there are tracks:
and Perception:
Knowledge Nature to ID any tracks, and/or see if plants are out of place, broken or damaged by something passing though, etc:
You find some tracks of what appears to be a small humanoid around the house, but nothing else. No apparent damage or signs of a scuffle that you can spot.
So the current plan is Alaric and I meander into the nest of villainy and negotiate a peace treaty with Chief Gutwad.
She smiles over at the metal contained cleric, And while we are distracting the chief and the rest of the tribe with our winning personalities and fleshy, fleshy bodies, the rest of you sneak in and take out the ammunition?
Or did I read that wrong?
And in response to Lio, ನಾನು ಸಹ ಈ ಭೂಮಿ ಹಳೆಯ ಸ್ನಾತಕೋತ್ತರ ಭಾಷೆ ಮಾತನಾಡುತ್ತಾರೆ. ನಾವು ಪಟ್ಟಣದ ಮರಳಿ ಪಡೆಯುವುದು, ನೀವು ತಾಯಿ ಒಂದು ಚಾಟ್ ಇರಬೇಕು. ಅವಳು ಭಾಷೆಯಲ್ಲಿ ಸ್ವಲ್ಪ ಬದಲಾವಣೆಗಳು ಪ್ರೀತಿಸುತ್ತಾರೆ.
** spoiler omitted **
"ಯಾವ ಒಂದು?" Lio smiles, wondering which of Melinda's parents was interested in Languages. She didn't know either, having met them in passing once or twice, and thus had really no clue.
After having scouted around the outside, Lio mentions to the group "Et donna louk laik t'ere es annat'ng 'ere but Proudstm'p, aint any kind uf otter trax."
She doesn't have much to say to the recluse fisherman, so she stays quiet for much of the conversation in the cottage and looks around curiously. She tries not to stare at him too much.
"ಯಾವ ಒಂದು?" Lio smiles, wondering which of Melinda's parents was interested in Languages. She didn't know either, having met them in passing once or twice, and thus had really no clue.
** spoiler omitted **
ಸರಿ, ಅವರು ಎರಡೂ ವಿದ್ವಾಂಸರು ಮತ್ತು ಹಳೆಯ ಸಾಮ್ರಾಜ್ಯದ ಅವರ ಜ್ಞಾನ ಹೆಚ್ಚಾಗುತ್ತದೆ ಎಂದು ಏನು ನಿಮಗೆ ಕಿರುಕುಳ ತಿನ್ನುವೆ. ಆದರೆ ಅನಾ-ತಾಯಿ ಭಾಷೆಯ ಏರಿಳಿತಗಳನ್ನು ಸ್ವಲ್ಪ ಹೆಚ್ಚು ಆಸಕ್ತಿ ಹೊಂದಿದೆ. She says, obviously enjoying the ability to practice a skill that she can't share with many. Why don't you come over and I'll introduce you if she's home when we get back to Sandpoint?
"I'm not much for swimming while wearing this armor, but I can dog-paddle if need be," Kalimac adds with a sly grin. "As for rope, I brought fifty feet of it. You can never have too much rope, my father always said."
Myri nods at Kalimac in confirmation, ”Sounds like your father was a wise man. That and my 50’ of fishing line then.” She turns back to Proudstump, ”By the way, what type of large 3 towed creature around here can tear the head off a deer? I didn't recognize the track.”
The Halfling looks baffled. "... I have no idea. There's lots of dangerous creatures in the swamp, though."
”So be it then, unless you have any information for us about the goblins, maybe any ideas on how many you think there might be? We should probably get moving on.” She looks towards Alaric and the others to verify they’ve done all they can for his wounds, then heads towards the door.
"I'm not much for swimming while wearing this armor, but I can dog-paddle if need be," Kalimac adds with a sly grin. "As for rope, I brought fifty feet of it. You can never have too much rope, my father always said."
Lio wonders if it would be faster go back along the trail, and then head down the Old trail, or if it would be faster to cut through the marsh and try to have the party swim and wade through the water.
Knowledge Geography:
Alaric stops his binding of the wound to search the halfling's face for a long moment.
Then: "All things are one, natural and supernatural. As I see trees, I see the stumps they will become. As I see men, I see the children they once were. And as I see serpents, I will see the lair from which they slither."
"Uh ..." the Halfling says to Alaric, moving off the settie and onto his feet. "I'm, I'm really not sure what that was about, but, uh, maybe it's time for you guys to go."
Mel looks at Alaric in complete confusion. Snakes? Here?
”So Lio, what do you think, do you remember anything about that area? Should we just look for animal trails heading south east or something else?”
Knowledge Geography:
Perception(looking for said trails):
Kalimac goes out to Attatoq to unpack his rope from the saddlebags, to make sure it is readily available.
”So Lio, what do you think, do you remember anything about that area? Should we just look for animal trails heading south east or something else?”
Knowledge Geography: 1d20+6
Perception(looking for said trails): 1d20+4
"Ah not, surre, ma'igt bee eas'r ta go bak alon' teh tral, ten head dow' teh oddur one, an nat go true teh midd'l o' teh marsh."
Alaric continues to stare unblinking at the halfling. "You shouldn't put your weight on the leg until it's healed a little better."
Bluff
Sense Motive
The halfling says, ”You know, you’re probably right."
Then he suddenly changes into a small wrinkled, hunch-backed humanoid creature with mottled brown-and-red flesh and a spherical head with no true face – only a crooked slit from which a rasplike tongue periodically lashes and licks.
And it attempts to bite Alaric’s face off.
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()A H@ “““
V@@= “Y“
@ - Five Foot Square (it’s a floor tile, leave me alone.)
“ – Five Foot Square (patch of grass, not rough terrain.)
() - Settie
/ - Door
= - Stairway going up
M = Melinda
Y = Myriana
V = Creature
K = Kalimac
A = Alaric
H = Hrunndalf
W = The Wolf Attatoq
L = Liothonae
Creature’s Disguise
Creature’s Bluff:
Perception vs. Disguise:
Hrunndalf
Melinda
Liothonae
Myriana
Alaric
Kalimac
Sense Motive vs. Bluff:
Hrunndalf
Melinda
Liothonae
Myriana
Alaric
Kalimac
Everyone is surprised. The creature attempts to bite the flat-footed Alaric.
Creature's Initiative:
Attack
If that is successful it will do the following damage:
Damage
And attempt to grab him with a check against his flat-footed CMD:
Grab
Which if successful will cause 1 point of Constitution Damage (there is no effect until at least 2 points of Constitution Damage are taken)
After which he would immediately let Alaric go as a free action.
Alaric drops to the ground. The creature stands hissing over his prone body.
I'm glad I didn't waste a healing spell on him after all, thinks Hrunndalf. His greatspear is leaning against the outside of the hut, though; it didn't seem polite to bring it inside.
If Hrunndalf acts before the creature, he will cast Shield of Faith on himself, draw his warhammer, and shift next to the creature to corner it. If the creature flees, he will do the same, drawing his warhammer at he moves to intercept. If the creature is attacking Hrunndalf instead, he has no time for casting, and just strikes back directly. Hrunndalf is bad at defensive casting and will not attempt it.
Initiative:
Attack or possible AoO, with warhammer, two-handed grip:
To hit: (crit confirmation )
Damage:
Being in battle, his curse kicks in, and he shouts in a booming voice to alert the others: "Klaojoleish dashkalg! Kâp un geyng!"
To cast Shield of Faith, Hrunndalf pounds a fist against his left shoulder guard, his breast, and his right shoulder guard, chanting to himself, "Thaukhthir shkôr, tlekopok nô!"
Possible spellcasting: "Faithful steel, protect me!"
After recovering from the shock of the halfling turning into a ugly little thing, Mel's first instinct is to pull the hopefully not-dead Alaric from the reach of the evil thing. As she does so, We've got to work on your signals, if you thought something might have been wrong... No, I should have known.
Not a goblin.
”What?”
If I can see the creature and have line of sight before someone enters an intervening hex, then I will shoot it.
To hit:
Damange:
If there is a wall, then I will move to cover the door. Until I notice Hrunndalf’s greatspear at which point I move to get it to him.
Perception:
Take a 5' step and bite/grab Hrunndalf.
Attack
Damage
Grab
If you leave things as they are, I will assume that your planned action is to cast the spell. If you wish to attack instead and use those rolls, let me know. Thanks!
In any case, if there is even a remote chance I might be threatened while casting, I will not declare a casting, but simply an attack, trying to lock that bastard down in his corner.
I assume I don't get to reroll my crappy attack. ;oP
"This is my house now! Mine!" the hideous creature shrieks. "MIIIIINE!"
Well, then you should answer the door in your own skin. You freakish little, whatever you are.
Hearing the ruckus inside, Kalimac mutters, "Loomulikult. Et arvud. Attatoq, siia jääda."
5 foot free away from the door, going forward so I'm here:@M@L ““W
Then Shoot with my short bow into Melee to hit the creature:
To hit: -1 due to: +2 to hit & + 1 from being within 30 feet, -4 shooting into melee. If it's a natural 20, the critical is x3.
Damage: it's +1 due to being within 30 feet.
** spoiler omitted **
The creature, whatever it is, pauses for a moment and somehow glares at Melinda with its eyeless, leathery face.
”Right,” it says. ”Because popping out looking like this would have been a totally good idea.”
Having said that, it takes a step to the right and attempts to take a healthy chomp out of the side of Hrunndalf’s neck, but the doughty Northerner shifts aside in time and the creature’s teeth scrape with a screech against his armor’s metal scales.
But the need to avoid the creature spoils the two-handed swing of Hrunndalf’s warhammer, and the weapon whistles over the small creature’s head. In a booming voice, Hrunndalf shouts, "Klaojoleish dashkalg! Kâp un geyng!"
Outside, Myriana sees Hrunndalf’s that greatspear has been left lying next to the door. She rushes over and picks it up.
Melinda, after recovering from the shock of the halfling turning into a ugly little thing, acts on her first instinct, which is to pull the hopefully not-dead Alaric from the reach of the evil thing. As she does so, she says to the unmoving cleric, We've got to work on your signals, if you thought something might have been wrong... No, I should have known. Melinda drags the cleric up to the far wall, and then interposes herself between his body and the creature.
Attatoq gives a gruff ”Hruff” in response to Kalimac’s words, and takes a watchful guarding stance where he stands. Kalimac grabs his sword from its sheath on Attatoq and moves to the door of the hut.
Finally, Lithonae takes a step away from the door, and shoots an arrow at the creature from her shortbow. But the confusion of melee combat spoils her shot, and the arrow thuds into the wall behind the thing.
And so the second round of combat ends, with a lot of sound and fury and absolutely no damage of any kind being dealt by anybody to anything.
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I = Wall, I drew it in this time.
The door is open
Really nice perception check I secretly made for you, by the way. You rolled a natural 20. That thing has a *ridiculously* high disguise skill. Which makes sense, I guess.