Volunteers are needed to escort the body of a deceased venture-captain across the parched Qadiran desert to Katheer. The Silken Caravan offers passage, hauling exotic treasures across the perilous sea of sands. You'll brave bandits, spies, and unwelcome mourners hell-bent on paying respects to your dead companion. Worse still, the caravan's mistress, a satin-swathed Qadiran princess, has designs of her own on you and your cargo.
The caravan leader turns to you "Sorry about the delay, but we are all ready to set off," The merchants shake your hands and finish exchanging words with you and mount up on their camels. Everyone seems friendly with the exception of Gasper, who snorts and turns his back in Imperia.
You are all placed in the back of the caravan, and must endure eating the sand and smelling the camels ahead of you. You travel for a day and a half before a sand storm breaks out. You are able to draw nearer to the water seller’s camels during a slight lull in the storm. A cry from the merchant’s young slave rings out as he points into the blowing sand where several humanoid creatures approach, most smaller than humans and all muffled in heavy robes. Each stranger’s head has a great helm wrapped in keffiyehs, and each faceplate has only a small eye slit to keep out the fury of the storm. Each holds a curved sword, and it is clear they are converging on your position.
"Hey .. I was talking to you" Imperia says angrily as the knight walks away from her conversation it would figure that I would happen to come across the one inhospitable person in this forsaken desert
she thinks bitterly as the caravan sets off on its long journey.
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"the sooner we are out of this desert the better" the paladin says coughing sand between each word as she trudges behind the long chain of camels and merchants " well at least this journey seems to be qui.. before she finishes her sentence several screams and frantic pointing alerts her of the small army approaching there position or not
" umm Pizzmic you do not happen to have a fire ball tucked away somewhere do you?" she says pointing her sword at the enemy as they approach the caravan murder in there eyes.
Slayer 5 [ HP 49/49 | AC 18 T 12 FF 16 | CMD 21 | F +6 R +6 W +5 | Init +6 Per +9(11TF), SM +6]
Despite the disconfort Nicolae is happy to be on the road with a caravan again, if it was not for the heat it would feel just like home. When the sand storm arrives his mood darkens. By Desna I hate the bloody desert. And he is not surprised when raiders approuch.
Great, just great. The varisian sights drawing his blades.
Female Aasimar (Azata heritage) Cleric 2 / Fighter 1 HP 20/20 | AC 17 | T 13 | FF 15 | Perc +4 | Fort +5 | Refl +3 | Will +6 | CMB +2 | CMD +15 | Speed 30' | Init +3 |
Jumping off of the caravan, Alia moves toward the oncoming group, moving just ten feet from the caravan. Drawing her own curved blade, she casts a spell...
Bless fills your allies with courage. Each ally within a 50' burst centered on the cleric, gains a +1 morale bonus on attack rolls and on saving throws against fear effects.
AC 12, touch 12, flat-footed 11 (+1 Dex, +1 size) hp 8 (1d6+2) Fort +2, Ref +1, Will +2 Str 8, Dex 12, Con 15, Int 16, Wis 10, Cha 16 Base Atk +0; CMB -2; CMD 9
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Pizzmic having to cover his face from the storm just happens to look up as the winds die down for a moment. Goblins raiders ahead make ready! Pizzmic knowing his prepared spells require closer opponents in order to confound decides to fire his heavy crossbow hanging from his chest at the closest goblin approaching the caravan. The small gnome springs forward about half a pace ahead of his dear friend hoping to protect her from harm.1d20 + 2 + 1 ⇒ (18) + 2 + 1 = 211d8 ⇒ 6
Pizzmic is currently mounted on Doggrin but having looked on some different forums i don't think there is a negative too shooting until the mount moves over its double speed. SO DM if there are any range negatives please apply them accordingly
Pizzmic's bolt splits one of the goblins heads, and the rest begin to charge. A freezing ray hits another goblin, but doesn't drop it. The goblins descend on the caravan, but they hobgoblins don't make it all the way into the combat.
Player's Turn! I'm going to skip the battle mat for this one. Too much for me to try to keep track of. Any attacks rolls not targeting you is against a member of the caravan
"be gone stunted green vermin"the paladin says swinging her sword in a vicious arc at the nearest goblin before taking a step back to survey the field of battle. I hope they do not get there vile green hands on our charge she thinks to herself casting glances at the group of goblins that cast there ire to the peoples of the caravan.
your right i did. Thanks for catching that 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (20) + 6 = 26
Ashia:
Imperia pointed out that i missed you on the initiative roles. Go ahead and make two full turns, as you should have been going before the goblins went. Sorry about that
AC 12, touch 12, flat-footed 11 (+1 Dex, +1 size) hp 8 (1d6+2) Fort +2, Ref +1, Will +2 Str 8, Dex 12, Con 15, Int 16, Wis 10, Cha 16 Base Atk +0; CMB -2; CMD 9
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Pizzmic shrieks as the Goblin blade nicks his arm dropping the crossbow to his side...The gnome will atempt to tap the goblin as it recoils from its assault. [dice=Dazing Touch]1d20[/dice] Pizzmic looking fairly annoyed by his inability to contact the wobbly headed greenskin utters a command in gnomish at his companion. DOGGRIN ANGREB, GRøN LEDET SVIN!
Gnomish translation:
DOGGRIN SICK THAT green-headed BASTARD!
The mastif mount without hesitation lunges at the goblin ahead of him jaw and teeth snapping loudly as they look for their mark. 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (1) + 3 = 41d6 + 3 ⇒ (1) + 3 = 4
Female Aasimar (Azata heritage) Cleric 2 / Fighter 1 HP 20/20 | AC 17 | T 13 | FF 15 | Perc +4 | Fort +5 | Refl +3 | Will +6 | CMB +2 | CMD +15 | Speed 30' | Init +3 |
Looking about, and realizing that time has to a certain extent stopped, Alia is more careful about her swings and evasions, moving in a way not unlike the movie The Matrix.
