You're close to the tree line. Up here it's all pine and aspen. Further up, you notice a few fairly big trees that are well above the tree line. It's a strange sight, but not inexplicable. Some shamans can make plants grow in places they otherwise wouldn't.
You can see that they somewhat conceal an opening to a cave.
"Bah, I just wanted more meat." Kraull explains with a shrug, then looks down for the dinosaur corpse, "We should grab that one too." He looks for the easiest way to pull it up.
Hm, I see cave opening. Up near treeline. Good place to shelter.
He looks back down into the ravine and sees the bird down there. He wonders how to make use of it, and nothing comes to mind. After a few moments, a idea hits him.
Birds wings make good waterproof stuff. Protect selves from water.
The scary wizard in the dark tower is a well-known trope. Before there were wizards, there were shamans, and they were often outside of “normal”society. A look at their spell list shows that they're pretty self-sufficient. If a shaman wants to live in a cave or a remote oasis, etc., he can get by. Higher level shamans will have some strategically-placed tree species nearby, so they can travel easily with tree stride spells.
They're generally more weird than malevolent. Shamans can be persuaded to help a tribe in trouble, sometimes for a gallon of wine, or a goat, or a good meal, or a week of free labor from a strong warrior. They rarely demand much more than that for their services. There's not much to want.
With their ability to affect their own environment, shamans can grow food in unexpected places. These small oases of life have a beneficial effect in the biome that is the Pariahs. It has much to do with prevailing winds and seed propagation. It's an unintended consequence of high-mountain hermits.
You can get to the pteranodon and haul it up with rope. It's got huge wings (30' span), but it's very light and easy to pull up. You can field dress both carcasses down to the good stuff in under an hour.
It's about lunch time. You can check out the cave or go back down.
There's plenty of deadwood on the slopes. You can get a cooking fire going in 20 minutes. I'm not sure how long it takes to cook a giant goat, but it would take a while to make one meal, longer if you want to smoke the rest for later.
After the dinosaur carcass is pulled up and the goat is being roasted, Kraull looks for his javelin. If it's damaged beyond use or lost, he'll try to make another one before lunch.
Kraull's javelin was destroyed when the pteranodon hit the mountain, but he soon found some excellent wood and made a great replacement.
He shaped it, balanced it, and using the fire for some quick curing, made a better javelin than the one he lost. It's so sharp, it gets a +1 to damage.
Blask, will then look around for a good source of material that will hold a flame, without it burning out too quickly.
survival:1d20 + 9 ⇒ (14) + 9 = 23
If able to find a good material to take but not consume the flame, he will then grab a small bit of ash from the fire. He will than prick his finger willingly take 1 point damage. He will chant some words, and cause the flammable material to catch fire.
Blask insists on starting the fire, himself. He waits until the right wood and smaller pieces are assembled.
Once it starts, the fire is easily maintained at the right intensity to cook both the immediate meal, and partially smoke the remainder.
This saves you all a little time. The sun peeks up over the steep peaks above you, and heats both you and the rock for 3 hours, then gets back behind the mountain.
R'kellor raise his hammer on to one shoulder and follows Kraull into the cave Blask? Can you make Bear Shatter glow?Can blask cast light on his hammer?
Male Half-Elf 4th Level Shaman | HP 26/26 | AC 13(15) | T 12 | FF 13 | CMD 16 | Fort +5 | Ref +3 | Will +9 | Init +2 | Perc +12/+14
Having an issue seeing the map. There doesn't appear to be anything lol.
Spellcraft:1d20 + 6 ⇒ (19) + 6 = 25
Mourntel eyes the cave opening while he munches on their goat and recognizes the work of magic at its best. Once they have finished eating the roasted meat and sucked all the juice from his fingers, he helps pack the smoked meat into their packs. "A feast worthy of your accomplishments."
As they approach the cavern he looks to the others. "A shaman lives here. We use caution." He leans over and places a hand upon R'kellor's hammer, murmuring unintelligible words. Suddenly a golden appears deep in the shaman's chest and works it's way from his chest through his shoulder and down his arm. Finally the glow transfers from his hand into the weapon. "I can do this again."
Inside, you see no sign of a shaman, though there's a circle of rocks for a fire. It looks like no one's been here for awhile. The 4 x's are in squares where you can see 4 spherical-looking things. They glisten and reflect light like water does.
The cave appears to go further back, but you don't see where.
Blask will pick a bit of fungus from the ground, and begin an short incantation. Suddenly, a warm glow surrounds Bear Shatter glow, not super bright but that of the dim lit coals.
Blask will go in the cave and his eyes widen at the sights before him. He looks at the pit, wondering how long it had been there and if anyone has tended it recently.
It looks as if no one has been here for months, maybe years. There are various tracks of animals that wandered in here, but no sign of recent habitation.
Just put yourselves where you want to be on the map.
"What is this witchery!?" Kraull demands to know of the spheres, looking at the shamans for an explanation, "Are they dangerous? Should we break them?"
Gurk, who had been standing off to the side, glaring at the spheres, clearly perplexed and wary, unsure of what they are, sees the beasts appear and approaches them from behind his allies to attack. He throws a dagger at the one to the west (right).
Male Half-Elf 4th Level Shaman | HP 26/26 | AC 13(15) | T 12 | FF 13 | CMD 16 | Fort +5 | Ref +3 | Will +9 | Init +2 | Perc +12/+14
Mourntel is slow to respond to the strange creatures appearing from the orbs! After his companion takes one down, he moves forward and conjures up a ball of a clear liquid and flings it towards the strange creature!
Moving to new position. Standard to cast Acid Splash.
R'kellor swings Bear Shatter up and over his head, bringing the hammer's massive head down in a vicious arc.
PA:1d20 + 10 ⇒ (7) + 10 = 17 Damage:2d6 + 9 ⇒ (6, 3) + 9 = 18
Blask, surprised that there was something living in the sphere, is more than happy to move away and let the younger ones of the tribe fight. He doesn't just do nothing though, he chants, softly.
He starts to pull water and vapor from the air and shape it in his hand. He waits for the strange creature to appear before letting the ball of snow and ice fly.
move action: move to position on map. Standard action: ready an action to cast snowball at the enemy when it appears...hopefully the one NOT surrounded by my allies...my rolls will be for NON cover so adjust accordingly if needed, thanx :)
readied snowball vs ranged touch AC:1d20 + 2 ⇒ (1) + 2 = 33d6 ⇒ (5, 3, 2) = 10 DC 15 fort save or be staggered
Male Half-Elf 4th Level Shaman | HP 26/26 | AC 13(15) | T 12 | FF 13 | CMD 16 | Fort +5 | Ref +3 | Will +9 | Init +2 | Perc +12/+14
Mourntel rushes to the other side of the cave to assist with the remaining creature! Once into position he gathers up a rock from the cavern floor and cups his hands around it as he begins to speak strange words... Once completed he suddenly flings the acidic contents in his hands at the creature!
Blask, unsure of what to do, decides that getting into the mix of things would be extremely foolish. He grabs his sling and loads it, hoping not to have to use it.
R'kellor steps up to the remaining creature and roars as he brings his hammer crashing down upon it's skull.
PA:1d20 + 10 ⇒ (14) + 10 = 24 Damage:2d6 + 9 ⇒ (4, 2) + 9 = 15
R'kellor, with a mighty grunt, cuts the thing in half. Cloven in twain, as we say in proper society.
An easy fight, though it could have gone badly. You have no idea what these things were, and you don't have a word for the shattered remnants of the spheres.
Roll appraise, craft weapon, knowledge arcana, history, and/or spellcraft.
After R'kellor finishes off the last beast, Mourntel approaches them and the strange spheres from which they came. He prods the creatures, moving them around and examining them. He also picks up pieces of the shattered spheres, turning them in his hands and examining them closely. "Such strange creatures!"
