N'Djamena start putting on his armor....again. And he unties himself from the rest of the party (assuming everyone made it to shore OK).
"Markhet could use a new cloak," the gnome humbly suggests, "Markhet would take good care of it."
All of Markhet's clothes are obviously hand me downs, mostly looking like halfling boys clothing, and everything she has is more then a little thread bare.
Ayish uses the ropes about the pony to lift herself above the muddy banks of the river as the stout and stalwart little beast surges ashore. Once on dry land Ayish stands tall and proud, running her hands back through her wet hair and then pulling it over a shoulder to begin twisting into a braid. She looks about at the parties work with a grim and determined look upon her face, before moving to stand beside Xerxzayas.
"Goblins as allies?! That's just ridiculous." N'Djamena turns to Vrealk and gives him a condescending smile. "I don't mean you, of course. You're helping a lot."
"Markhet, go right ahead and take that cloak. I'm sure you will find it useful. "Xerxzayas, we can go goblin hunting on our way back from the Shrine, but we're on a holy mission at the moment."
Nethys raises his holy symbol and prays: "Oh Nethys, if it is your inscrutable will, heal your servants so they may serve you another day!"
Channel #1:
Channel #2:
"Goblins as allies?! That's just ridiculous." N'Djamena turns to Vrealk and gives him a condescending smile. "I don't mean you, of course. You're helping a lot."
"Markhet, go right ahead and take that cloak. I'm sure you will find it useful. "Xerxzayas, we can go goblin hunting on our way back from the Shrine, but we're on a holy mission at the moment."
"No, me agrees with you. Normal-thinking goblins are not nice. My tribe kick me out years ago for being insane; it not my fault me was born this way! Regular goblins not make good allies, me thinks."
Still braiding her drying hair, ignoring the water drying from her self and clothes, Ayish dutifully follows along beside her brother and his companion.
Markhet puts on her new cloak.
"Markhet likes her new cloak," the gnome says, "it's much warmer then her old cloak."
ps what does the cloak look like?
Harsh winds whisper through the badlands, their cruel touch withering all but the hardiest of desert life. Dust and bits of debris dance across the ground, carried by the scorching breezes. It has taken you near two hours to track across the hilly terrain but now, Ahead of you stand the ruins of ancient walls sprawl along the eroded bed of a long-dried wash. Two towering statues rise from the scree, their features sand-blasted into anonymity.
"Sure, although I will defer to Vrealk if he wants to scout first. As long as he doesn't stray too far ahead..."
Ironically, as N'Djamena says this, Vrealk has already crept to the opening and begun sneaking in to look around. After all, isn't it his job to scout? And those who do their jobs best don't need to be told to do them ...
stealth
perception
"Markhet loves her new cloak," the gnome says to anyone who'll listen, "it really fits her personality, because she's sly like a fox! Also brown is a good colour for Markhet because she is a druid."
Vrealk
Crumbling after centuries of neglect, the ancient monastery’s walls loom 20 feet high. Elaborate friezes once covered the battered limestone, but scouring winds have destroyed many of the ancient carvings. West of the temple, mostly buried ruins sprawl for hundreds of yards, mute testimonies to what once must have been impressive structures.
You can make out a archway to the north Beyond the outer ruins, a wide doorway leads into a forest of stone pillars: the roofless, colonnaded hall of a temple interior. The breeze here carries a pungent stench of decay. Two rectangular depressions run across the pillared hall’s rubble strewn floor, perhaps once filled with water, but now choked with thorny desert weeds.
High on the walls you can see movement, Brown/tan spiders the larger then you, crawl in the top of the walls. You can make out four as they move along the wall and the tops of the pillars. You do not think they have seen you
Celena will wait for Vrealk to return Using the time to clean her new bow.
Ayish stands beside her brother and his companion. Smiling slightly as she listens to Marhkets' chatter about the new cloak the little Gnome has been bestowed.
As for her freind Vrealk, she can't stop the Goblin from doing what he's doing, only be in a position to go to her friends aid if need be.
If he hasn't come back after four rounds, N'Djamena will start to follow him with Tempest drawn and ready for battle.
Vrealk returns to the group, appearing suddenly as if he was invisible (unless someone can make a DC 33 perception check, of course :-)). He quietly whispers: "Spiders! More filthy vermin, crawling along the wall tops, and bigger than me. Me thinks we will need to kill them, of course."
He goes on to describe everything he saw in his scouting mission (everyone can read the spoiler).
N'Djamena replies in a low voice: "I suggest we hide behind this wall where we are and lure the spiders out into the open. And when they come out, we pounce! I don't relish fighting in a forest of pillars. Not at all."
Celana nods to N'djamena taking a position behind one of the walls. "Now we just need something to use as a lure" Celena say looking over the rest of the party.
Vrealk thinks for a moment. "Me know! Me can be the lure!" Vrealk takes out his new shortbow, nocks an arrow, and will start creeping back into the shrine slowly, trying to get within 30' of a spider without them noticing. (Unless someone stops him, of course.)
stealth
attack
damage and sneak attack
initiative
AYish chews upon her lip slightly at the risk Vrealk is taking for the party, but she stands straight and prepares herself for the combat to come. This time she will not be helpless, nor useless!.
Vrealk lets loos an arrow burying it into a spiders flesh, the Spider gives off a loud hiss, soon responded by the other spiders as Vrealk runs as fast as he feet will carry him.
You wait aginest the walls hearing nothing as they approach, suddenly the sun is shaded above Celena's head as a monstrous spider looks down upon the party from the top of the wall.
Init
Vrealk=8
Ayishida=7
Spiders=5
Larrs=5
Markhet=5
Xerzayas=5
Mamood=4
Celena=3
N'djamena=3
Ayish looks up and gasps even as the monstrous spider looks down at them.
"Uhhh...Marhket...?" Ayish's voice quavers under the large arachnids doleful, multi-eyed gaze.
Markhet will cast guidance on Larrs and instruct the cat to attack the nearest target. If none are on the ground Larrs will delay.
Attack:
Damage:
Edit: confirming the critical:
Realising it is suddenly gotten darker Celana looks up..."Ah didn't think of that." Is the only thing that comes to mind.
Vrealk fires another arrow at the spider that appears above the party, then moves further out into the open space to allow room to maneuver.
arrow
damage
Vrealk moves out into the open space, firing at one of the spiders, then they are upon you. The injured spider charges Vrealk, wounding the goblin
The next in line bits at Mamood, But the Eidolon fends it off. The next though the archway is crawling on the wall as it lunches itself at N'djamena , but is also fended off. The last spider jumps at Celena biting the Gnome
Seeing Celena bitten, Markhet directs Larrs to the spider attacking her who bits and claws at the spider.
Init
Vrealk=8[went]
Ayishida=7[held]
Spiders=5[went]
Larrs=5[went]
Markhet=5[went]
Xerzayas=5
Mamood=4
Celena=3
N'djamena=3
N'Djamena hits the spider attacking him with a divine smite from Tempest.
Apparently, Nethys's blessing does not rest upon him at the moment.
The great beast drops down and pounces on Celena. Ayish looses her spell at the creature.
With the cerulean bolt flying free, Ayish fills her lungs as she prepares to bolster the courage of her comrades.