Those affected by this irritant must endure several days of theclassic symptoms associated with hay fever — watery eyes, runny nose,sneezing, itching and a sore throat. [Onset]5 minutes.
Take 1 point of CON and roll again tomorrow.Also he takes a –2 circumstance penalty to Perception and Stealth checks and has a 20% chance of spell failure when casting spells with verbal components because of his watery eyes and frequent sneezing.
The onset time is 5 minutes. The duration is until you save. Roll once per day until you do.
Only humans and demi-humans are affected.
His eye's watering, Boram shakes his head, "Only whaen oi leave de sweet smells av de city."
"Cities have sweet smells? Urt says, unsure if Boram is trying to tell a joke.
The ranger suddenly gets all watery eyed and sneezes.
"Will be over soon. Aye Dwarfeater this is not dwarfen lands."
Except for the dwarf and the halfling sneezing and with runny noses the rest of the day proves uneventful. Time to camp.
"Sounds like cities I've not been to." Úrtnechech tells Boram.
After stopping for the day, Úrtnechech will set about foraging for what scraps of food might be about, firewood, and all that:
Cayugo slides down off his molly mule, giving the girl a few pats in appreciation, then unloads his gear and begins to gather himself for the evening ahead. He also scans the horizon for storms or other threats.
Then he settles down for evening prayers.
Sitting down in his armor and sneezing with slime crusted eyes Ulfgard accepts his evening share and lays down.
"Wake me 3 hours before sunlight. I will take that watch!"
Úrtnechech will unsaddle Boram's mule and unceremoniously plop all of the halfling's gear by his bed roll.
"Not enough exercise, Boram. Cities do that." he tells the halfling in a matter of fact way.
Then he tends to his own mule, Patches, to make sure she's well tended.
Next, he puts his own gear in order for the night.
"Maybe some dinner `round here", he says to nobody in particular.
With that, he takes his longbow out to see if he can get some dinner on the hoof.
"Won't go far", he says before setting out to see if there is any fresh game nearby.
Úrtnechech will unsaddle Boram's mule and unceremoniously plop all of the halfling's gear by his bed roll.
"Not enough exercise, Boram. Cities do that." he tells the halfling in a matter of fact way.
Then he tends to his own mule, Patches, to make sure she's well tended.
Next, he puts his own gear in order for the night.
"Maybe some dinner `round here", he says to nobody in particular.
With that, he takes his longbow out to see if he can get some dinner on the hoof.
"Won't go far", he says before setting out to see if there is any fresh game nearby.
Sure, normally hunting and foraging in pathfinder requires you move at half speed during the day but I am sure you can find some rabbits. Take off three arrows. You also see some tracks of some wild horses while you are out.
It is going to be chilly tonight, low of 36.
Whoever is on second watch, please roll perception checks please.
Boram smiles at the large half orc, until he realizes that Úrtnechech is dumping all of the stuff on Boram's bedroll.
"'ey! why ye drop dat dare? oi 'av me gear. that's de stuff de priests packed for us. oi don't even nu waaat so'tiz."Putting down the rock he had picked up to put on the 'firering' he proceeds to his bedroll and pushes the extra contents off.
"Oi git galore av exercise, oi lift a couple av pint's every noight, whether oi nade ter or not."
"Welcome!" says with a snicker before hunting for dinner on the hoof.
Sure, normally hunting and foraging in pathfinder requires you move at half speed during the day but I am sure you can find some rabbits. Take off three arrows. You also see some tracks of some wild horses while you are out.
It is going to be chilly tonight, low of 36.
Úrtnechech returns from his brief hunting foray with some rabbits.
"Fresh grub! Who wants to cook these up to save on our rations?"
How about: Bharaz, Boram, Tolbold, Urt, and then Cay.
With the evening turning colder than he likes, Boram is
walking about the camp, stomping his feet to stay warm.standing beside the fire focussed on the happy little flames...
A snake attempts coils and attempts to strike Boram
Roll initiative Boram
Cayugo snores softly, dreaming of pie.
That does hit. The snake darts again at Boram
Yes, that wakes you up and anyone else that makes a DC 5 perception can roll init for round two.
Bharaz woke, startled. He sat up, unarmored, and reached for his hammer. "A snake, what? Blast it Karak, ye mound of dirt. Get over there and help." He yelled at his elemental.
Cayugo bolts upright, climbing to his feet. His armor lays beside his bedroll, but he grabs his spear and nudges Tikati awake. The bird makes an irritated noise. Cayugo huffs. "C'mon, ya want a late night snack?"
"HRMPH" Urt sort of says as he climbs out of his bedroll.
Grabbing his kukri, he looks around.
"Right, where's this snake at, then?"
Tolbold rolls over and back and sits up and rubs his eyes "I'm trying to sleep here! What's all the noiiiii...."
Úrtnechech will attack the snake :
lol dead snake
Something bit you Bharaz, make DC12 Fort save.
Bharaz didn’t feel so good...
Bharaz picks a small tick off his skin.
"Let's see there, Bharaz..." Cay examines the bite mark, and looks into Bharaz's pupils, nostrils, and ears.
Úrtnechech will have a bit of roasted snake as a snack during his watch.
Hmmmm, looks rather harmless to Cayugo.
You travel the next day and you come upon a few travelers, but nothing out of the ordinary. Time to camp again.
”Right. This time we don’t camp in tall grass. No snakes or bugs of whatchacalls it.”
"The snake was tasty. Small snack for me, though."
Úrtnechech also helps set up the camp.
Cayugo repeats his evening ritual, unloading his mule, removing and cleaning his armor and weaponry, and eating from his rations. Then he settles down for evening prayers.
Tolbold and Urt roll a perception check during their watch please.
Tobold yawns sleepily through his watch.
Úrtnechech remains alert, despite giving his blades a nice polish during his watch.