1d20+7
Findor drops his bow to the ground and draws Calanharel, the weapon glows for a moment as he channels a spell through it. . Findor suddenly grows to twice his height, taking up double space.
Still singing despite the creature's sharp teeth and chilling breath, Adele swiftly spins and tumbles away, trying to avoid the hydra's snaking heads.
Cure Moderate Wounds total
Casting a spell, a warm red glow encompasses Dragox. His grievous wounds heal, and combining his spell with Adele's healing has the monk looking much better.
ROUND 4 SUMMARY
Maysalkirii slashes visciously with his blade, scoring deep into the monster's hide.
Narses lashes out in his rage, striking with his larger axe.
Adele moves to a position of safety and continues her song.
Dragox casts a spell to heal his grievous wounds.
Findor summons arcane energies to increase his size and stature.
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Elder Cryohydra (56 damage)
Bite 1 on Findor, Attack , Damage
Bite 2 on Findor, Attack , Damage
Bite 3 on Findor, Attack , Damage
Bite 4 on Findor, Attack , Damage
No breath weapon this round.
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Wounded significantly by our heroes, the hydra continues to battle in a fierce rage. The suddenly enormous elf presents a clear target.
ROUND 5 MAP
Initiative
Maysalkirii 27
Findor 24
Narses 23
Elder Cryohydra 17
Adele 11
Dragox 4
Maysalkirii focuses his judgement on his Wrath rather than Protection, seeing Findor go down but unaware of the Elf's condition. He motions for Narses to step into a flanking position with him, delaying his initiative until Narses 5-foot steps into position. When he does, Maysalkirii strikes with incredibly vicious blows. His spiritual rapier makes a final blow and then vanishes.
Spiritual Weapon, Ignores DR
5/5 rounds used of Spiritual Weapon.
2/10 rounds used of Divine Favor.
2/5 rounds used of Bane.
Gritting his teeth Narses ducks and weaves as he keeps chopping away.
main ,
off ,
Forgot the spell bonuses for last round, that would have made my rolls:
main = 31, 23dmg. crit confirm = 21, 31dmg.
off = 19, 16dmg
Adele has barely reached the injured Dragox's side when she hears the heavy thud of the enlarged Findor hitting the ground. Without pausing in her song, she moves toward him and lays a hand on her shoulder, directly above the birthmark in the shape of Shelyn's holy symbol, seeking the goddess's help once again.
Dragox moves slightly, just to the north and in front of Adele and also channels the energy of his diety, healing Adele, Narses, Findor and himself.
Channel Energy
Adele has barely reached the injured Dragox's side when she hears the heavy thud of the enlarged Findor hitting the ground. Without pausing in her song, she moves toward him and lays a hand on her shoulder, directly above the birthmark in the shape of Shelyn's holy symbol, seeking the goddess's help once again.
3d6
The roaring of the beast dampens to a mournful bleat as its heart's blood gushes from the wounds inflicted by Maysalkirii and Narses. With a loud and reverberating thump, its body drops to the ground and sinks a few inches into the soft marshland earth. The air is still and silent.
The damage to your party has been grievous. Findor's body shrinks back to its normal size as the magic of his spell dissipates. Even a casual inspection reveals he is dead.
The party is faced with a monstrous corpse, several crates and barrels in the muddy shallows nearby, and a fallen comrade.
Dragox rushes to the fallen elf's side. Seeing that Findor has already embarked to begin his next journey, the half orc quietly muttered a few words, "May the Dawnflower's light help guide you on your path into tomorrow, friend."
"Findor!" Adele runs to him and drops to her knees beside his mangled form. For a moment, she stares in shock, then draws her mouth into a thin line and looks around at the situation. "Dragox, quickly, has your Dawnflower any fire to ensure that this creature doesn't rise to fight us again? Feek, Narses, can you reach those crates and barrels? Findor followed Desna, Lady of Luck; if she truly favors us today, perhaps there will be something miraculous within. Dragox," she asks him more softly, "you met with the priest back in Drellin's Ferry. Is there any chance he or anyone in this vale has the power to bring life back to the dead?"
Getting up to burn the creature at Adele's request, he sighed regretfully, "I am quite sure such magics are beyond the priest's means. He, like I, seems too inexperienced to possess such advanced divine favors."
He moves close to the monster, inspecting whether or not it was continuing to heal the damage administered to it. He torches the monster with a scarlet ray of flame he shoot from his hand.
Fire Damage if necessary
A 7th level Druid can cast reincarnation. I'm pretty sure that's the lowest level spell that can help me at this point. If anyone searches Findor's possessions, there is an unguent of timelessness with a few chargest that might be helpful.
Coming out of his roaring rage Narses seems to deflate a little. Muttering an meek 'ok' to Adele he heads of to the crates not knowing what he is looking for but knowing he must do something so he will not succumb to grief. 'Durned elf!'
Getting up to burn the creature at Adele's request, he sighed regretfully, "I am quite sure such magics are beyond the priest's means. He, like I, seems too inexperienced to possess such advanced divine favors."
Adele sighs. "Then we will have to go to Brindol, unless we find the druid in Drellin's Ferry to be of any help." She bites her lip. "Druidic magic is a bit ... imprecise when it comes to raising the dead, but the journey would be much shorter. I hate to leave our job of protecting the road go undone for too much longer. But really!" She clucks. "A hydra? They're concerned about hobgoblins deterring trade and travellers when they have a hydra on the road?" She shakes her head crossly. "Well, let us gather our friend and his belongings. I'll see if he has any arcane equipment that might aid us in getting him safely back to help." She begins to check his pockets, then sits back on her heels with a shaky laugh. "By Shelyn's grace, I feel like a pickpocket. I do hope Findor won't mind my going through his belongings. I'll have to ask forgiveness when he is with us once more."
"A hydra? They're concerned about hobgoblins deterring trade and travellers when they have a hydra on the road?"
"Narses and I can help lug him. Do we ant to try the druid, or do we want to press on to Brindol?"
"A hydra? They're concerned about hobgoblins deterring trade and travellers when they have a hydra on the road?"** spoiler omitted **
"We have to go through Drellin's Ferry a long time before we'd get to Brindol; we might as well consult with the druid while we're there. If he can't help us, we'll have no choice but to make the longer journey."
Grabbing the breastplate and wretching off the goblin corpse, Narses will wash off most of the grime. Holding it up in the light he examines the beauty muttering 'will you look at that' under his breath. Turning back to the group with the breastplate under his arm he shouts to them, "Nuth'n here exept rotten garbage and goblin corpses. Exept this shiny piece of armor ther's nuth'n usefull."
knowledge nature
"The gobos probably drove it down from the mountains as they moved in, that thing likes the cold and this place is way to humid for it's tastes."
Dragox says a quick incantation and looks closely at the piece of armor Narses was holding. "Let me glance at that for a second, Narses."
A bright aura surrounds the breastplate in response to Dragox's detect magic spell.
"That armor is certainly magical, Narses," Dragox explains after seeing the aura surrounding it. "I am sure it will be of help to us to pay for the higher level magic Findor requires."
You travel back to Drellin's Ferry; a somber mood surrounding your fallen companion. You travel to the southeast end of town and arrive in front of the message box for communicating with the reclusive druid.
Adele pens a quick note to the druid, explaining their recent bereavement and asking if he has any power to help their fallen friend.
Spellcraft on the armor.
Dragox cannot fathom the properties of the silvery breastplate.
A few moments after Adele drops the note into the box and steps away, a low *pop* can be heard. Minutes pass in silence. You then hear the soft lapping of water come from across the river as a rowboat drifts towards the shore on your side. There is nothing inside, save a small folded piece of parchment on one of the benches. A rope is tied to a mooring ring to pull the boat back to wherever it came from.
Yes.
Strip your friend to his small-clothes and load him in the boat.
Place a pouch filled with no less than 1,000 gold pieces in the boat next to him. Items of equivalent value will also be accepted.
Wait one hour.
Taking the note and reading it somberly, Narses strips Findors body respectfully down to his smallclothes, places him gingerly in the boat and then takes off his cloak and covers him.
Stepping ashore he kicks the boat afloat. Then sits down on his haunches, watching and waiting.
After an hour's wait, the rowboat slowly drifts back to the party. The cloak is missing. Inside you find a short, reptilian humanoid with scaled skin, a snout filled with tiny teeth, and a long tail. It is instantly recognizable as a kobold. It is currently unconscious.
Lying next to it is a folded note.
Sorry for the inconvenience.
"Oh dear," Adele says, staring a bit blankly. "Perhaps we should have gone to Brindol."
'Well I'll be durn'd' mutters Narses as he reads the note and looks to the kobolt in the boat. After looking back and forth a few times he crumples the note with a 'bahh!' and tosses it to the side. Piking Findor gently up he turns to the group. "Well comon then! Let's find sumplace for 'im ta sleep i' off!"
Silently to himself he wonders why Erastil would place him in a company full of his hated enemies, Try'n ta tell me sumtin' Ol' Deadeye? Well, speak up! I'm not hearin ya right I rekon.
[metagame] Perhaps the town priest and town wizard could assist with your negative levels and equipment sizing... [/metagame]
The inn you visited before provides a convenient location to rest. Though some of the locals raise an eyebrow when Narses and Dragox carry a kobold through the front door, they are used to the peculiarities of adventurers. In the morning, you all rise to greet the new day.
Findor, you sit up in bed, yawn, and scratch your head. It feels decidedly... bumpy.
Findor yawns, the air against the top of his mouth feeling particularly good, but he is surprised by the appearance of the long snout in his field of vision.
His vision... the yellow crust around his left eye was gone; the old wound that had never healed properly. He lifted up a hand to feel his face, but jerked back in surprise as the hand he lifted was a small draconic claw.
In a frantic panic he kicks free of the sheets, managing to knock over the small bedside table in the process, and rushes to a mirror, where delirium, nausea, and finally a second loss of consciousness leaves him on the floor.
Startled awake by the sound of the kobold's screams, Adele quickly shrugs on a dressing gown and pads down to Findor's door. Rapping on it sharply, she calls out, "Findor, dear? Are you all right?"
Findor struggles to return to consciousness. He climbs back up, hearing Adele's calls and rushes to the door, flinging it open and surprised at first by the long white wall of fabric in front of him. He looks up, though, realizing he's significantly shorter.
"I've been transmuted! Or something!"
Hearing the commotion, Dragox run out to see what was happening. He hoped that Findor hadn't woken up yet, but quickly realized that indeed he had. For once, the 1/2 orc was silent. He decided that Adele's soft touch was better called for here than his more vociferous manner. He attempted to look as empathetic as he could.
Findor struggles to return to consciousness. He climbs back up, hearing Adele's calls and rushes to the door, flinging it open and surprised at first by the long white wall of fabric in front of him. He looks up, though, realizing he's significantly shorter.
Adele leads Findor back into the room and gently sits him down before walking him back through the events of the previous day, to jog his memory. She then explains that he died fighting the hydra, taking the time to point out that the vicious attacks he took freed up Narses and Feek to destroy the creature, thus saving the rest of the group and any innocent passers-by that might have fallen victim to it. Finally, she relates that they brought him to the only spellcaster they knew that was able to call his soul back from Pharasma's realm.
"I know it's a shock, Findor," she concludes, reaching out without flinching to clasp his scaly paw. "Everything must seem so different to you, but as far as we're concerned, you're the same faithful ally we have trusted for so long." She gives him a hopeful smile.