Kereek: 21
Jon: 12
Wyvern: 8
Orin: 5
Prazil: 5
Treshiell: 4
Agnar: 2
Kereek casts carefully at the giant dragon hovering above him; it gives a quick squawk as the spell hits, but then seems to clear its throat and gives a growl of annoyance.
"זה היה בן דוד חכם, קטן. כפרס, אני אתן לך לחיות אם אתה מתחייב נאמנות אליי!"
That was clever, little cousin. As a reward, I shall let you live if you pledge fealty to me!
As Jon struggles to get the animals under control, the wagon bolts off away from the group. The wyvern gives a satisfied-sounding growl as it lashes out at Jon, hitting the paladin with its stinger , though its jaws and one wing buffet can't penetrate the baron's armor.
Orin unleashes a couple of arrows at the fleeing dragon, the first of which hits home, but the second bounces off its tough scales.
Prazil rushes forward on Spike, helping Jon settle down the terrified horses pulling the wagon, which comes to a slow halt.
As Treshiell's horse bolts, with the young witch still mounted, Agnar slides off his bolting steed.
Kereek concentration:
Wyvern will:
Wyvern sting:
Wyvern bite:
Wyvern wing:
Wyvern wing:
Jon Fort save:
Wyvern: 11 hp
"אם נאמנות שעבוד Kereek, האם יהיו פגישות?"
"אין מפגשים! אתה עושה מה שאני אומר לך כשאני אומר לך."
"No meetings! You do what I tell you when I tell you."
Kereek shakes his head. "Kereek יותר של קבלן עצמאי. מה דעתך עליך להפסיק לתקוף ואנחנו מדברים עליך להיות לורד בממלכה החדשה של Hartsland? אנחנו נותנים לך אדמה, אתה מתחייב נאמנות למלך ג'ון ג'ון! כולם זוכים!"
Agnar watches the wagon roll away with Jon, Kereek, and the wyvern with a look of chagrin on his face. His fingers brush his holy symbol as he murmurs a prayer, followed by "Thank you Old Deadeye, we'll need it," before heading off in pursuit of the wagon.
Round 2 - Ini 5
If any horses are still freaking out and within 30 feet of Prazil, he'll urge Spike over toward them to try and calm them down.
If there aren't any panicking animals within 30 feet and the wyvern still looks like trouble, Prazil will instead urge Spike to step back a bit (5 foot step away from wyvern) as he draws his bow and shoots at it!
--Prazil--
HP: 30/30
AC: 24 (14 T / 21 FF)
CMD: 19
F/R/W: +4/+5/+2
Cavalier's Challenge uses remaining: 2/2
Tactician uses remaining: 1/1
-Ongoing Effects-
--Spike--
HP: 28/28
AC: 21 (13T / 18 FF)
CMD: 17 (21 vs trip)
F/R/W: +5/+6(evasion)/+2
Round #2:
Initiative: 5
Hit points: 41
AC: 20 ; T: 13 ; FF: 18
CMD: 20
Condition: Rapid Shot, Deadly Aim, Bless
Attack roll #1:
Damage:
Attack roll #2:
Damage:
Treshiell keeps her grip on her horse. "Where are you going?" she asks the animal with a surprising amount of calm. "The wyvern is probably faster, you know. The safest place is among the others. More meat to choose from. More shields."
As the wagon comes to a halt Jon stands to face the dragon, with a swift lay on hands and drawing his blade.
The wyvern backs up a step away from Jon on the wagon, causing it to creak alarmingly, as he again addresses Kereek.
"אתה תעשה לי אדון הממלכה שלך? אני יכול לתת את החיים לזה, אני מניח ..."
"You will make me lord of your kingdom? I could spare your lives for this, I suppose..."
"אדון. היית להישבע אמונים למלך ג'ון ג'ון, ובתמורה אנחנו מזכים אתכם לנחות לשלוט. עליך להסכים להיות אדון טוב ולפעול על פי חוקים. לא הורג אנשים. להרוג אנשים רעים רק ג'ון ג'ון יבקש מכם להרוג. אבל אם אתה מסכים, אנחנו עובדים מתוך הסכם טוב. אף אחד לא מנסה להרוג אותך. אף אחד לא מנסה לקחת לך אוצר. זה טוב בשבילך וזה טוב עבורנו."
Kereek nods at Jon. "Kereek tell wyvern-dragon he could be lord in new Kingdom if him do what you say. We gives him land, maybe treasure, no one try kill him or take him treasure. Him only kill bad people King Jon Jon tell him kill. Sound good, yes?"
"או שאולי אני אוכל ג'ון ושלטון הממלכה עצמי?"
"Or perhaps I eat your King Jon Jon and rule this place myself?"
Kereek sighs. "Kereek לתת לך סיכוי לשלוט. לתת לך הזדמנות להיות גיבור גדול גדול! הבחירה שלך. אתה יכול לקבל את תהילה או מוות."
Kereek: 21
Jon: 12
Wyvern: 8
Orin: 5
Prazil: 5
Treshiell: 4
Agnar: 2
"כאילו אני הייתי מקבל הוראות מlessers. אני אקח רק את הממלכה הקטנה שלך בעצמי!" the wyvern declares, lashing out again after the momentary pause. He again stings Jon, whose armor again deflects his wing strikes.
He also snaps at Kereek, his huge jaws crushing the small kobold's body between vicious teeth.
"As if I would take orders from my lessers. I'll just take your little kingdom for myself!"
One of Orin's arrows again finds a gap between two scales, though the second bounces off harmlessly, as does Prazil's shaft.
Agnar casts bless on the group as Treshiell continues to hang on to her horse, which -- perhaps thanks to her words, perhaps not -- begins to slow.
Jon save:
Wyvern sting (Jon):
Wyvern bite (Kereek):
Wyvern wing(Jon):
Wyvern wing (Jon):
Wyvern: 20
Round #3:
Initiative: 5
Hit points: 41
AC: 20 ; T: 13 ; FF: 18
CMD: 20
Condition: Rapid Shot, Deadly Aim, Bless
Seeing Kereek's attempts at diplomacy fail, Orin fires two more arrows at the dragon.
Attack #1:
Attack #2:
Confirm Critical:
Damage:
As his last arrow strikes true, Orin shouts at the creature "Ho, big ugly. Over here!
Round 3
If the wyvern is reachable by melee and not already dead or driven off, Prazil will drop his bow, challenge the greedy beast, and charge! (readying the lance as part of the charge)
"היי! היי! חמדן לא--דרקון צריך לדאוג גיבור אדיר! אתה תשאיר את האח ואת ג'ון לבד!"
Ptwang! (no challenge)
--Prazil--
HP: 30/30
AC: 24 (14 T / 21 FF)
CMD: 19
F/R/W: +4/+5/+2
Cavalier's Challenge uses remaining: 2/2
Tactician uses remaining: 1/1
-Ongoing Effects-
Charge (Spike): -2 AC
Bless (both): +1 morale to hit, +1 morale vs fear
--Spike--
HP: 28/28
AC: 19 (11T / 16 FF)
CMD: 17 (21 vs trip)
F/R/W: +5/+6(evasion)/+2
Round 3
Agnar pulls back his bow and tries to sight the dragon over Jon and Kereek's heads.
"Mortarflamin' dirkfingblast!!!"
"Kereek, it seems to me that all the big scaly dragon-types we find here aren't half as smart as you and are twice as ugly. I don't think you'll be making any friends of them soon."
Kereek sighs. "Am Kereek's lot to only find stupid ugly not-dragons..."
Kereek snarls at the wyvern and casts defensively scorching ray at the beast, eager to try out his new spell.
FAIL
Round 2, Init 12
"I will not tolerate evil in my presence!"
Round 2 cont.
Orin's arrow slams into the wyvern's chest and it lets out a cry of rage and pain. Moments later, the cries are repeated as Spike rears up on the wagon -- which creeks even more alarmingly under the dinosaur's weight -- and gores the wyvern.
The noise cease seconds after as Prazil's lance delivers a killing blow and the wyvern collapses on top of the wagon.
Kereek sighs. "Stupid wyvern. Kereek give him chance be big hero. Now him big dead chicken. Sad."
With the immediate threat over, Orin spurs Windswift into a gallop and goes after Treshiell and her horse. Seeing her come back toward the clearing he breathes a sigh of relief as he reaches out to take her reins and escort them back to the group. Once there he says out loud to himself "That's it, we need to get everyone's mount trained as soon as possible."
Once settled, Orin will remove his tools from his saddlebag and begin skinning and dressing the wyvern carcass.
Craft (leather):
Orin finds Treshiell and her horse not far from the clearing, calmly making their way back to the group. "Hi", she greets the ranger cheerinly. "So you killed the beast?"
When they return to the site of the attack she surveys the group, noticing few injuries and a dead wyrven. "I told you so", she says and runs her hand through the mane of her horse.
"Did you speak with it?", she asks Kereek while Orin starts working to skin the flying reptile.
Prazil pats Spike affectionately as the young triceratops settles back to the ground. He then turns to the thrice skewered wyvern and addresses it despite it already being dead, "Prazil am told you so, mean not-a-dragon."
"Kereek talk to it. It no smart, no take Kereek offer of peace. It dead now." Kereek sighs, resigned to the fact that all draconic creatures he has met has sorely disappointed him.
"One less big predator in the wilds, one less thing to prey on the people and livestock of Hartsland," Agnar says, as he moves to help Orin with his task.
"Agnar, Kereek, what do we know of these wyverns, should we expect a nest of them somewhere? Jon asks, displaying an obvious worry that common men wouldn't have faired as well against such a creature.
At Jon's question, Prazil's eyes glaze over as he stares off into nowhere in particular. Visions of armored kobolds and gleaming lances mounted on the backs of a flight of wyverns gracefully arcing through the air dance through his imagination.
"Ooooo... Ah! mmmm"
"Big, gluttonous, and poisonous. That's the limit of my knowledge where they're concerned, I'm afraid," replies Agnar as he pulls back a section of hide so Orin can get under it with his knife.
Jon spends some time collecting, calming and feeding the horses, while Agnar and Orin go about there work of skinning the beast.
"Do you expect they are safe to eat? Or, otherwise a useful resource?
"Kereek talk to it. It no smart, no take Kereek offer of peace. It dead now." Kereek sighs, resigned to the fact that all draconic creatures he has met has sorely disappointed him.
Treshiell tilts her head and looks at the kobold quietly with a expression that seems to read I told you so.
"Agnar, Kereek, what do we know of these wyverns, should we expect a nest of them somewhere? Jon asks, displaying an obvious worry that common men wouldn't have faired as well against such a creature.
"We know that they cannot be reasoned with", Treshiell purrs softly. "Or perhaps the diplomat wasn't up to the task."
Orin butchers his effort to skin the wyvern, making sure anything he makes of it will be covered in scars and stitching to close inadvertent slashes.
Wyverns are nasty, brutish, and violent reptilian beasts akin to more powerful dragons. They are always aggressive and impatient, and are quick to resort to force in order to accomplish their goals.
Wyverns are territorial creatures, generally found in hills. Though they occasionally hunt in small groups for large prey, they are generally solitary creatures, hunting in areas ranging in size from 100 to 200 square miles. Wyverns have been known to fight to the death among themselves for the right to hunt a territory rich with prey, so it's likely if this wyvern wasn't mated that it's along in the area -- though this area could also certainly be home to other wyverns, as well.
As you continue to explore the area, you come to a small swamp on the southeast bank of the Tuskwater.
An exploration of the fens reveal a dilapidated mud-brick hut squatting atop a small hummock in the middle of the fetid marsh, a thin tendril of
bluish smoke trickling through a gaping hole in its moss-covered thatched roof. A waist-high wooden fence surrounding the perimeter of the mound, festooned with crude fetishes crafted out of sticks, feathers and animal bones. A lone crow caws noisily from the top of a nearby cypress tree, perhaps kept out of the fenced-in area around the hut by a pumpkin-headed scarecrow.
The 80-foot diameter area around the hut appears to be solid ground, thick with bog grass and dotted with small cattail-clogged pools. A single gate in the fence hangs askew, next to a fist-sized rusted iron bell hanging from a hairy length of rope tied to a crooked post.
Prazil watches Orin with fascination as the ranger goes about skinning the wyvern. "Ooooo! Prazil am not think that was done like that, use knife like axe and rusty saw. Ahhh. Prazil see! Tell Prazil, am wyverns good for making bacon? Prazil not think wyvern bacon be very good, though." He makes a sour face, shaking his head in disgust the more he thinks about it.
"Eww! No listen to Prazil, wyvern bacon am BAD idea! Am Orin hoping to make itty bitty jacket coat from wyvern skin?"
"Ooooo! Prazil am not find this place creepy at all! Heh heh. Heh heh. Heh." The little kobold hesitates for a second before continuing, "OK! That am lie. Prazil think this house am for being VERY creepy! Kereek no worry though, pumpkin head there am fake, but Prazil protect you anyway just in case him am horrible undead creature from darkest blackest nightmares." He looks endearingly at Kereek and whispers, albeit far too loudly, "Prazil remember nightmares you have when little. Prazil keep fake pumpkin head monster from scaring you into peeing bed again."
Orin approaches the gate muttering "Interesting yard art" to no one in particular. Stopping just outside the fence he shouts in a booming voice
After a few moments, an old woman -- her skin a strange greenish cast and with pointed ears -- peers out the window.
"Eh? Who stops at my gate?" she hollers back.
"We know that they cannot be reasoned with", Treshiell purrs softly. "Or perhaps the diplomat wasn't up to the task."
"If it is any consolation wyverns rarely respond well to diplomacy", Treshiell continues. "They are territorial and aggressive. As you experienced. They're mostly alone, so there shouldn't be any more close by. Although there can always be another one outside this ones territory. That one might move here now."
"I like this house", Treshiell breathes. "Who do you think lives here?" she asks Agnar.
Wishing everyone Happy Holidays and a Joyous New Year.
Kereek stares at Treshiell, then calls back to the old woman. "We is big heroes! Me am Kereek! Him am Prazil, him Orin, him Agnar, her Treshiell and him am BaronJon! Who am you?"
"I like this house", Treshiell breathes. "Who do you think lives here?" she asks Agnar.
As the crone sticks her head out the window and addresses the party, Agnar looks sidelong at Treshiell with a grin and points a thumb at the old woman.
"Her, most likely."
"Good afternoon, madam? I'm Jon Surtova, Baron of Hartsland. My companions and I are out surveying the land and so I'd be greatful for anything you can tell me about the land near your home."
"Most people call me the Old Beldame," the woman shouts back. "And what do you want to know, eh?"
Kereek smiles widely at the old green woman. "We is looking for treasures and new places! We found a wyvern, but him very stupid. Now him dead. And gnomeses. And we am introducing Baronjon to his subjects! Him is Baronjon. Is you witch who lives in hut? Kereek am not witch, but Kereek have mighty mighty power! Kereek am magic kobold, make many spells!"
As the woman trades words with Kerek and Jon, Prazil maintains his vigilant focus on the pumpkin-headed scarecrow.