Initiative
"Spears? Do you have one in a more manageable size?"
Alfredn turns to Witz, "Of course Sir." he hands him a small sized spear. You notice that the spears are identical to a normal short spear, except they have a large cross bar, towards the pointy end of the shaft.
The Baron takes a good look at you all before he set out, "Ah, all sorted? Good. Nasty creatures boars, the spears have a bar to stop them running themselves further through in an attempt to gouge you. Please do feel free to use your own weapons if you require, but do be careful!"
With that, he leads you off into the forest. A few minutes brings you to a clearing, with a small stream, and a very angry boar. The other men the Baron mentioned, appear to have vanished...
Map. A-J accross the top, 1-10 down (putting the boar in D4)
Emanual will charge the boar with his own sword, crying out as he runs..."It's dinner time boys!!"
Emanual will charge the boar with his own sword, crying out as he runs..."It's dinner time boys!!"
1d20+8
2d6+6
Emanuals blow fails to break the creatures tough hide.
Witz dismounts and hangs back, holding the spear awkwardly, while trying to keep it between him and the boar. He stays 20 feet away from the boar, muttering to himself. "Uncivilized way of doing things. I wonder if acid would damage the meat?"
The Baron moves cautiously after Emanual, keeping an eye on the boar and an eye on Luc. He attacks, using the boar spear, jabbing away at the beast.
Attack:
Damage:
The enraged boar gores at Emanual, .
Ninian's limp seems to disappear as he gives the boar a wide birth as he circles it opposite of Luc, thrusting at its flank.
Charging in from the side, Reynard lunges forward with the spear
Thankful for the flank, Luc charges in, opposite Dean, stabbing at the boar's thick hide.
Roll to confirm critical:
Normal damage:
If critical, add:
Ninian and Reynard both make contact with the beast, but their blows don't phase it. Luc's careful placement pays off though, he lands a convincing blow, and his rapier slides into the flesh behind the beast's haunches. It screams in anger and frustration, but doesn't go down.
From the side of the forest you hear the baron shouting "Bravo, well done!"
"Screw this!" Ninian drops the spear and draws his cane sword, then thrusts at the boar.
"Sonovab~@*#!"
Emanual is at 0. With his last bit of strength he raises his sword for another strike, barely getting out the words "I'm going to enjoy cooking you." After his strike, he collapses to the ground in a heap.
Witz, seeing Emanual go down, charges the man, dropping his spear and whipping out a reddish flask of liquid as he goes. He shakes it vigorously and pours it into Emanual's wounds.
healing
The Baron stabs at the beast with his spear!
Attack:
Damage:
Emanual's blow, although under powered, finds a vital artery on the boar, taking it down even as he collapses to the ground.
The Baron runs over, pulling a small vial from a pocket, he administers it to Emanual's now dazed and confused form . "Oh, my friend, that was a stunning blow, and such poetry, destroying the beast even as you succumbed to your wounds! I shall have my bard write a ballad of this!"
To Witz: " Thank you friend. I don't believe I've ever had to work so hard for a meal." he says as he clasps Witz's shoulder with a smile. Looking to the Baron as he stands, "I would enjoy hearing it, as long as it honors my comrades here as well." Looking around to everyone else, "Good hunting my friends. Now, who hungry?"
"Right here, mon ami, give me a leg, nicely seasoned!"
"I'm starving but hold on." Ninian holds his hands over the unhealed portion of Emanual's wounds. There, that should help. Now, you are going to save some of that boar for bacon, right?"
"Thank you Ninian. Bacon? Of course!! I don't think even our group could finish this boar in one meal. Some fresh bacon and sausage is a great way to start the morning! Shall we return to town, or should I go ahead and get the more unpleasant buisness done here? It should not take long." He says as he pulls a large knife out of his boot.
"We would always field dress the beast before we go forth, the meat will spoil otherwise. I shall have my men perform the task, unless one of you would rather try? the Baron says.
He looks around, "Where are my men? They should have been keeping the beast cornered?" He shrugs, "Not to worry, they will turn up. Once this thing is gutted, we can take a hunch and roast it by the stream for lunch, and then make our heroic way back to town. What say you?"
"I'll take care of it" he says as he spilts the beast down the belly. Emanual will gut and skin the boar, then take off a hunch of meat for roasting, also taking a leg by Luc's request. He then begins seasoning the meat, pulling various spices and herbs from the pouches around his waist. As he does this, " Can someone get a fire started? We should give it time to get hot before I throw on the meat."
Profession cook (take 10): 18
Reynard looks around for the Baron's missing men.
The baron watches Emanual politely, obviously bored, and looking back up and down the paths every now and again.
"Uh...Manny? We can wait till we get back before we start preppin' and eatin' you know.
Dean and Reynard poke around the edge of the trees while the others fuss over the meat, and a small fire. To the North, a gap in the trees shows some broken stems of grass, that indicate someone passed through here recently. As if placed to cast aside all doubt, just into the tree line, sits a man's flat cap...
Luc sheathes his rapier after the fight and watches with earnest Emanual's cooking skill over the fire.
Witz would like to examine the path the missing minions might have tread.
Perception:
If the group finds anything intresting, Emanual will ask the Baron to watch the meat while he goes with them to investigate. If nothing turns up, he will continue cooking.
You pass into the trees. The undergrowth is thick, and slows you down, the trees are quite well clustered together and you can only see 15 to 20 feet in front of you before their trunks obscure your view. It is ominously quiet in here, the leaves and foliage dampening any sound.
Everyone else:
Witz, Reynard and Dean pass into the trees to the edge of the clearing, and are soon lost from view. The boar begins to sizzle over the fire, and the fat begins to render down, and the smell becomes captivating.
"Holler if you need anything", says Luc, thinking the party is going camping.
Perception:
"Curse the forest! If it wasn't for rare and incredibly valuable alchemical reagents that can only be found here, it would be a worthless place!"
The fire burns well, and the meat is soon cooked. The day wears on in the hot sun, with the sounds of the stream tinkling on the edge of the clearing.
"This is why I never leave the city!"
Init:
Init:
Can those of us by the fire make a perception check to hear the sounds of combat?
Can those of us by the fire make a perception check to hear the sounds of combat?
The scene resolves itself to be a clearing with three goblins, obviously in the middle of dismembering the remains of two men. From what you can tell, up until they heard you coming they were parading round with the body parts, one still wears the scalp of one man upon it's own head.
Now though the goblins are a little more serious, they each stand at the edge of the clearing, crouched and firing at you with crude bows. They still shriek and scream insults in goblin though....
The goblins get another shot off before you close with them, the first missing Witz by a mile, the second glancing off Dean's coat, and the final one, impaling Reynard through the fleshy part of one leg .
Everyone else:
"Codswain it! Damnable murderous imps! Avenge those poor men!"
Witz will pull forth one of his ubiquitous flasks, shake it vigorously and hurl it at the goblin wearing the scalp.
Attack! ranged touch
Damage! and 5 splash damage to anyone within 5 feet
The Goblin is engulfed in flame, and screams so hard, it's pitch leaves human hearing. As though it is sealed in glass, it strains to it's limit silently, and then collapses in a still smouldering heap.
I wasn't aware we were not supposed to look at them. I thought they were done to shorten the post length like in other areas. Anyway...
Ninian draws his crossbow and opens fire on the nearest goblin. A hissing sound emanating from the air tank as the bolt screams towards the little creature.
"Take that, little b!+#%es!"
With a growl of pain and hate that erupts into a full throated roar, Reynard fires at the other goblin, crossbow whipping forward.
I wasn't aware we were not supposed to look at them. I thought they were done to shorten the post length like in other areas.
DM
"B$~%%&%s and be damned! I hate you foul beasts and I'll wipe out you and your spawn if it's the last thing I do!"
Wits pulls another bomb, shakes it vigorously and hurls it at another goblin.
Attack! ranged touch
Damage!