Riva marches out of the water with as much dignity as she can muster, dragging the capsized vessels behind her. Thoroughly soaked and furious, Riva glances at her friends before declaring in a tired, deadpan voice, "Let's rest here through the night. The beach here is a relaxing enough place now that something isn't trying to . Besides, I'm getting hungry. In the morning, we will continue exploring."
Riva eyes the tortoise remains with a near hysterical gaze. After a moment of silence, she removes her life vest, and changes it into a tent.
"Start a fire."
A fair starts up in the wood that Rory had arranged. "Way ahead of you," He says with a grin. "And now," he started and snapped his fingers and his clothes dried. He snapped his fingers a few more times until each of their clothes were dry. The more finer points of their armor would have to dry the old fashioned way.
"Mites, witches, and dragon-turtle wannabes. I wonder what we'll encounter next in this strange land of ours." Riva holds up her bowl of tortoise soup in toast. "May our days always be as exciting!"
"And my our legends be sung for generations," Rory added and took a drink.
Adular will heal the others once more, "Second...let's finish this up a bit."
And then he toasts with the soup, "Death by turtle is NOT how I expected to die, but it certainly was a beast."
"That looks pretty grisly, Rory," says Riva, who appears to have suffered no injuries herself and looking nothing less like a poised tulip, dressed and ready to go to a formal ball.
"Tell me Abbott, do your faith's healers leave behind battle scars? I've heard some martial faiths do that as a form of honor or trophy hunting."
Rory may have some explaining to do should Selene see it.
Most don't, Gorum leaves pale scars.
"Quite often we heal up to the point where only a scar, sometimes a pale one, remains. Rory has reason to be proud of his but I can cure a bit more if he likes."
"Only where it shows, I got an acting career to look out far," Rory said and glanced down at his scared calf where the turtle had taken its best bite out of him.
Adular chuckles deeply, and puts a hand on Rory's wound "I think it adds character, but for Vanity's sake..."
Another chuckle as holy light trails over the wound.
Before turning in for the night, Riva cites an ancient Elvish poem in a voice magically enhanced to sound not unlike music:
"Vi dýr ennui nu Anor
Ned echuir lyth eriar
I yrn ethuiwar, nin nurar
Ar aew verin linnar."
"Ennas dû alfanui
A ferin 'irith gerir
I elenath, viriath fain,
Vi finnel gelfib dîn."
"Sí na veth bâden im derel
Vi dúath dofn tummen.
Atham meraid velig a tynd
Athan eryd bain beraidh"
"Or 'waith bain nura Anor
A panlû elin cuinar
Ú-pedithon 'i-aur gwann'
Egor nai îl 'namarië'."
Good night my friends.
In western lands beneath the Sun
In spring, flowers rise,
The trees bud, waters run,
And the merry little birds sing.
There it is cloudless night
And shuddering beeches hold
The starry host, the white jewels,
On their branching hair.
Here at my path's end I am lingering
In deep darkness buried.
Beyond towers strong and high
Beyond all mountains steep
Above all shadows rides the Sun
And stars always dwell.
I will not say 'The day is done'
Or to the stars 'farewell'.
"itches..." Rory says as he scratches his leg.
I assume you are keeping watches. However nothing happens that night.
Next day exploring G39.
As you are traveling along you are set apon by wolfs lead by a Worg. The Worg howls "How dare you trespass on Howl-of-the-north-Wind territory"
Aldular and Rory both see the ambush and can act in the surprise round.
surprize round
Rory
Wolf1
Wolf2
Worg
Aldular
Wolf3
The following morning, Riva turns the tent back into it's original any-tool form and helps to pack up the rest of the camp, including several Crackjaw steaks. She ties the boats to a nearby stump* and begins hiking northeast.
*Wolves leap out*
"Huh? What's going on?"
Worgs are Big Evil Evil intelligent wolves that like to trip.
Riva recalls some general information about worgs.
Worgs are oversized, evil, intelligent wolves often found dwelling amid goblins or other savage races. A typical worg has gray or black fur, stands 3 feet tall at the shoulder, and weighs 300 pounds.
Worgs hunt in packs, running down and surrounding their prey like common wolves, but their intelligence and ability to speak make them better at coordinating their attacks. They sometimes use one packmate as a decoy, pretending to be a humanoid calling for help in order to lure intelligent prey into an ambush. Worgs that travel with goblins often allow them to ride on their backs, but in such situations it is usually the worg that is the master, not the rider.
Though she knows what a wolf is, in this case, she mistakes the smaller wolves for weaker worgs, bullied into submission by the actual worg, whom she believes to be the alpha male.
"Be careful everyone! Worgs often travel with goblins. They may not be alone."
Well Worgs like wolfs mark their territory by scent. It is possible you missed the marks. You do know the hunter and trapper don't go into this area because a lot of them disappear.
As Rory and the others explored continued to explore some of the land around tuskwater, he noticed they were not alone. When he saw a lone warg bark a warning to them, he knew they had walked into a trap. Moving quickly, he works to inspire his allies.
"Don't worry guys, we're on dry land this time," Rory says with a grin.
XD
two wolfs and Howl-of-the-north-Wind run up and gang up on Aldular. One wolf and the Howl-of-the-north-Wind are flanking. I think he is still flat-footed sense he has not acted yet.
The trip attack only happens if they hit with the main attack.
"Funny, everyone praises diplomacy, but when it comes down to it, they rarely TRY it," Adular slashes at the first wolf even as he's bit into.
Did any of the trips work? Edit:never mind they did not checked myself.
You killed wolf2.
The 3rd wolf rushes in to flank as well Edit: not wolf2 is dead.
now round 1
Riva
Eldric
Rory
wolf1
wolf2(killed)
Howl-of-the-north-Wind
Aldular
wolf3
Seeing the wolves swarm Adular he rushes to his side to help. "Focus on the Warg, if we can defeat him perhaps the rest will scatter!" Rory says and moves to flank the warg with Adular.
You hit, but it's not dead.
Riva quickly conjures a defensive shell about her then moves into the fray to prevent her friends from being flanked. "Are they not all worgs?" she yells as she places her back against Adular's, staff at the ready.
Well wolf1 and Howl-of-the-north-Wind are both flanking Aldular. Also the last wolf is also around him. He general they are all around Aldular not Rory.
Eldric attacks wolf1.
Wolf1 attacks Eldric
Missed
Howl-of-the-north-Wind attacks Aldular
Adular is dragged down, bloody and cursing, "Lovely! Fine, fine... maybe it's my destiny to be eaten by one thing or another, but if I must, I'm going down fighting! Course, if the rest of you would like... GET THIS THING OFF ME!"
Aldular misses Howl of the North.
wolf3 takes advantage of Adular prone form
edit:
Edit: thanks Riva. So you take 14 damage from that attack.
Riva blasts the big bad worg with a magic missile spell. "Cigam Elissim!"
"Get your paws off him you damn, dirty warg!" Rory shouts and attacks the Warg again.
Rory hits and wounds but Howl-of-the-north-Wind still stands.
now round 2
Riva
Eldric
Rory
wolf1
wolf2(killed)
Howl-of-the-north-Wind
Aldular
wolf3
Eldric forms up in front of his friends fallen form and fells the fell forms of the four footed foes.
Wolf1 took some damage.