Prazil maintains his proximity to the hodag and steps in to close the gap. "That am barely for tickling!"
--Prazil--
HP: 34/43
AC: 25 (15 T / 22 FF)
CMD: 22
F/R/W: +5/+6/+3
Cavalier's Challenge uses remaining: 1/2
Tactician uses remaining: 2/2
+1 arrows remaining: 20/20
Knight's Pennon: 0/1
-Ongoing Effects-
challenge: hodag
Banner: +2 morale bonus vs fear and +1 morale bonus on attack rolls made as part of a charge for all allies w/in 60ft
Kereek shakes his head as the hodag chooses violence over kobold alliance. He steps back from the hodag and casts scorching ray!
for damage!
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Seeing the creature ravaging Prazil instead of charging Orin rushes to his defense, maneuvering to place the creature between the two of them.
Challenge+Flank-Power attack
Agnar: 10
Treshiell: 5
Prazil: 24
Kereek: 23
Orin: 14
Hodag: 14
Agnar calls down his god's favor on the group again as Treshiell casts a quick spell of her own and disappears.
Prazil steps up closer to the hodag, trying to create an opening for Orin, who rushes in, barely avoiding the creature's teeth, and slams his blade onto its head, while Kereek burns it with a flaming brand.
Furious, the creature tears at Orin with claws, teeth and tail.
Hodag: 34
Seeing that the hodag is still kicking and clawing and biting Orin, Kereek sends another fiery ray at him! for fire!
Orin winces in pain as the creatures rakes him. Dancing around to keep the hodag between him and Prazil, Orin presses his attacks.
Agnar draws his arrow back and fires a shot at the creature, smiling as it curves slightly around Orin while speeding towards the hodag.
"Hey! HEY! You am for fighting Prazil, claw-y thing!"
--Prazil--
HP: 34/43
AC: 25 (15 T / 22 FF)
CMD: 22
F/R/W: +5/+6/+3
Cavalier's Challenge uses remaining: 1/2
Tactician uses remaining: 2/2
+1 arrows remaining: 20/20
Knight's Pennon: 0/1
-Ongoing Effects-
challenge: hodag
Banner: +2 morale bonus vs fear and +1 morale bonus on attack rolls made as part of a charge for all allies w/in 60ft
Cloaked by her magic Treshiell slips in behind Orin and weaves magic to drag the wounds from the ranger..
Agnar: 10
Treshiell: 5
Prazil: 24
Kereek: 23
Orin: 14
Hodag: 14
The fight is over almost as quickly as it began, with Agnar's bow and Orin's blade making quick final work of the hodag.
In the den, you find three handaxes, one masterwork greataxe, a suit of +1 studded leather armor, and a +1 keen spear.
Prazil nods victoriously as the hodag falls. He then looks at his shield and holds it up in front of the wound the hodag scored upon him, as if trying to gauge where best to hold the shield to thwart future attacks. "Hmmm. Prazil am thinking maybe it am time for better shield. Oh well. Am everyone for being ok?"
Kereek shakes his head sadly. "Maybe they am called monsters for reason? If hodag am more smart, hodag am happier in Hartsland. Poor hodag."
Treshiell stops halfway through reapplying the proctective ward on Orin. Her pupils disappear and her eyes turn white while she studies the ranger. She scoops up a handful of loose dirt and flings it on him, then nods knowingly. "It does not work anymore. You are already protected."
"Don't worry yourself, Kereek. Just think of all the citizens of Hartsland you just helped by removing the chance of being eaten by a hodag."
As you head back east, toward the last unexplored area between you and home, it appears to be a peaceful day. However, that's interrupted by what seems to be unusually common sightings of animals -- birds, deer, elk and the like -- passing you in the opposite direction.
There's the smell of smoke on the air. Gain a +10 circumstance bonus to the check to see the spoiler below
You think they're probably being spooked by some sort of forest fire ahead.
Kereek is somewhat distracted by watching the local plant life for signs of evil. Periodically he jumps, causing Pork Chop, his intrepid war-sheep, to bleat and make a somewhat pained look. Still, Kereek is determined not to allow the plants to sneak up on them unnoticed.
Prazil scratches his head as the animals rush by, "Where am all of you for going?" He pats Spike on the back of the neck reassuringly as the young triceratops continues to lumber forward as animals part around him in their hurry past.
"They are feeling from something. Trolls?" Treshiell asks and scans the horizon, the sky and the ground around the horses.
Orin looks on in bewilderment as the herd of animals, predator and prey alike, stream by until he catches a whiff of something on the air "I smell smoke." he says out loud.
Kereek looks around guiltily. "Kereek am no setting fires! Honest honest! Kereek am watching out for" he lowers his voice dramatically "evil trees."
Prazil's eyes widen and he spins to look at Kereek, "Smoke?! You am for being sure you am not burning things, Kereek? Because this am walking time, not burning time!"
Kereek shoots a vile look at Prazil. "Maybe this am for burning time..." he mutters ominously.
"A fire?" Treshiell asks looking at Kereek. Moments after she starts to levitate upwards to get a birds eye view.
[ooc]Use the Levitate part of the flight hex to drift upwards to get a better view of where the smoke might be originating from.
Treshiell can see a ruddy red glow maybe 30 minutes ahead, the occasional tongue of fire licking out above the trees in a small grove.
"Trust their instincts. If they're heading away from the way we're going, then we're going the wrong way."
"Kereek am great at starting fire, can we be for stopping fire?"
Treshiell suddenly drops from the sky and rushes towards the groud, only to slow down and gently slide down into the saddle of Sun Dancer. ”There is a fire over head. About 30 minutes that way.”
Treshiell can see a ruddy red glow maybe 30 minutes ahead, the occasional tongue of fire licking out above the trees in a small grove.
"What am saying? Fight fire with fire!" Kereek gets a certain glow in his eyes when he thinks about the possibilities...
"Fighting monsters is one thing. Fighting a force of nature is something else entirely. We've too few hands to make a firebreak and while I could fill buckets all day to douse the flames, we couldn't get enough of them on the fire to do any good. Besides, I didn't bring any buckets."
"What if there am people or nice dryads in way of fire? We am should be for helping them!"
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Agnar's not sure which way the fire will go. There are simply too many variables.
Orin considers Treshiell's observations.
"It doesn't sound natural to me," he says, "though if whatever's causing it isn't careful, it could spread."
"If it is no natural then it is something we should examine further", Treshiell says and motions Sun Dancer towards the direction of the fire.
Prazil looks around nervously, "Prazil am not sure how to fight fires. No one in Sootscale am for knowing how, really. That am why Kereek was so scar- uh, honored. Yes. That am why Kereek was for being honored." He pauses and scratches his head as the group makes for the blaze. "So, how am Prazil for helping now?"
"I agree with Treshiell. If it's not naturally occurring then we should check it out and stop it if possible."
Kereek looks smug at Prazil's praise, then begins to murmur arcane words and touch each of his friends in turn, finally ending with Pork Chop, his beloved war-sheep.
As you approach, you begin to smell smoke and soon hear the crackling of burning trees, along with the occasional pop as pitch catches fire.
Shortly afterward, you can see a flaming grove, at the center of which a lithe, feminine form leaps and twirls amid the conflagration, not only unharmed by the flames, but seemingly buoyed by them. She tosses her fiery locks and gives a laugh like the roar of the wildfire itself. She resembles an elf with long red hair and eyes like burning coals, her ruddy skin clothed in nothing but the smoke and flames in which she dances.
Kereek lets out a long breath. "She am beautiful. Like fire and pretty elf am having pretty baby. Kereek am saying hello!" Kereek slips off Pork Chop and casts elemental speech (fire} on himself.
"Hello! Hello pretty fire elf lady! Me am Kereek! What am you doing, pretty fire elf lady?"
"What is she doing?" Treshiell asks her head tilted slightly as she watches the fey dance around in the fire.
"Dancing, it looks like."
Treshiell, you don't think it's spread.
Agnar, you don't have a clue what it is, but Treshiell and Orin, you recognize it as a rare Phlogistian faerie, a fire-loving fey.
The woman stops dancing at Kereek's question and looks at the little kobold. She cocks her head, considering for a few moments, before replying in Ignan.
"I am making a new home for myself," she says.