Drewan's claws scrape harmlessly off the beast
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Suddenly the glow that had been defending Drewan flares around his claw and he plunges it through the armor of the beast. The beast slumps to the ground, Blamo falls from it's claw.
Spes timidly walks over to the giant scorpion and pokes it tentatively with his foot to see if its still alive. As when he had touched Drewan, he feels a strange sensation down his leg.
The cat sits astride the huge creature, staring at the hand and the slightly smoking crater in the monster's back.
He looks up at Spes, eyes wide, and then for Blamo. "What just happened? Where's Sarge?"
Spes suddenly knows everything there is to know about the creature It is a Giant Scorpion.
Spes looks at Drewan and then to the claw on the other side of the scorpion and the goblin pushing his way out of the now dead claw, Other side Shaking off the strange sensation. Spes again tries to help Blamo
CLW (regular not mythic):
Remembering Drewan's petition for poisons, Spes looks at him with an almost blank look as if he was looking past Drewan. Have a vial I can use?
Spes sticks out his hand expectantly. Once given the vial he climbs up and on top of the scorpion to its tail. Survival: Using his awesome frogness, Spes attempts to milk the tail of any venom available. Once done (and assuming he didnt just stab himself), he climbs back over to the cat and hands him the vial here. I think you asked for this earlier.
Spes shrugs his shoulders and proceeds to as the same thing of the goblin. (though Spes would still give the vial to Drewan). if neither have a vial, Spes shrugs his shoulders and sits down waiting for the others to get ready to head out.
Blamo is released from the scorpion's grip when it dies. He flails around a lot and kicks the dead scorpion repeatedly. "Insolent word heathen! How dare you injure Blamo!"
The scorpion does not answer.
Incensed at not receiving a reply, Blamo reaches over to the scorpion's head and moves it up and down, murmuring in a high-pitched voice, "I'm so sorry, Lord Blamo, I apologize for wounding your glorious form."
The goblin moves back and nods approvingly. "Much better." He pats the scorpion.
The scorpion makes a farting sound.
Remembering Drewan's petition for poisons, Spes looks at him with an almost blank look as if he was looking past Drewan. Have a vial I can use?
The cat tilts his head as he considers the question, then starts digging around in his pack. Disappointed, he looks up, "Not an empty one. Why?"
Blamo is unbothered by the farting and wonders if the scorpion would be good to eat.
You have lets say d8 empty vials on you at any given time so right now Blamo has
Blamo blinks at Spes' expectant hand and sniffs it. He takes an empty vial out and puts it there.
1dose
The cat's eyes light up when he realizes what the little frog is up to. He carefully stows the vial. "What next? Does the trail continue?"
Survival check
it does
"Let us go!" Blamo yells and runs around.
Spes follows the cat and goblin a few paces behind looking at the trail but mostly just staring at his bread Bread, who would have thought the reason the humans are so much bigger and stronger is bread. Well, now I have it and I'll be damned if they take it from me.
"It goes that way, Sarge."
"Who is Sarge?!" Blamo cries before heading towards where Drewan directed.
Our heroes charge forward following the path of the villains. Blamo races recklessly stopping only on occasion to yell at a bush that might have scraped his face.
Drewan stalks along avoiding Blamo's ire, occasionally stopping to rub his face against a tree, scenting it as his.
Spes brings up the rear plotting new recipes of bread occasionally finding himself sniffing his loaf that always somehow finds it's way back to his hand.
It is mid day. The sun is high and hot and everyone finds that they are hungry.
Blamo starts eating his Rations but finds them bland and looks around for things to eat.
some rocks and sticks are around. The scorpion is not too far back...
The others eat some of their rations also and Blamo selects some rocks and chews on them as they continue to walk.
After a relatively uneventful hour or so. Our heroes come to a lessoning of the forest and a divergence in the trail. One path seems to head up into a hilly area, while the other continues deeper into the forest.
After a few hours of marching, Spes flops onto the ground So tired! lets take a break.... I need some bread Finding that the only bread Spes has is the one loaf, He looks someone disappointed.
After a few quiet moments of eating other rations, Spes' eyes light up and he pulls out a few bowls and mixes various ingredients occasionally looking up to make sure none is watching, and spitting into the bread
whoops guess I was a little slow on this...
Not entirely satisfied with the rations, Drewan will start looking for opportunities to supplement it as they travel. When they come to the split in the trail, he will try to determine which way the evil critters took.
Disappointed that the scorpion or the goblins have apparently scared off all of the small game, he concentrates on the trail they are following.
Blamo continues to chew on the rocks, following Drewan around.
Which path? trail split. See above.
Survival check to see which path they took. See above.
both. The trail diverges. Some went one way some the other.
"Which one do we follow? The orc went that way, the goblins went that way. Forest or hills?"
Still with his mind on his bread, Spes thinks about it only long enough to provide an answer.
The hills have eyes, keep to the forest.
"Wait... no, I can't be sure. I see tracks going both ways, but I don't know which is which."
He looks at Blamo. "He says hills, so which way should we go?"
Blamo looks up, dropping the rock he's chewing by accident. "Whaaaa?"
The rock rolls over to the forest and the goblin chases after it.
Drewan mutters to himself and glances over to Spes, "Whatever you say, boss," before moving past the goblin and heading down the forested trail. He will keep his eyes peeled for ambush as he leads the others.
Our heroes continue to move through the forest. Birds fly away at the sound of Blamo crashing through the forest, as Drewan is able to keep an eye on the trail. The day grows long and the woods grow denser again. The path wends and winds in several directions.
Drewan pauses and realizes that while the trail still is moving away from where the paths diverged it is a spiraling trail
There is about 2 hours of daylight left at this point.
the night is cool and based off of the past few nights it is a safe bet that it will be a cold night.