IZ:
Vilya grins at Ten Foot.
"Rar."
She begins moving quickly towards the mound, disregarding her footing.
"Mind the waters." Izkrael says, as he points his blade towards the swirl.
Seven Eagle ventures forth hating every second of it, he follows as close as possible to the group, he fails to hide his fears.
The group presses onwards. Egan takes point, the adventuresome Vilya close behind. The thick reeds start to thin as they head into boggier footing. They begin to sink up to a meter in a loose muddy muck.
"Mind the waters." Izkrael says, as he points his blade towards the swirl.
Ten Foot freezes in place and asks San, "What do you see my mate?"
Despite the look he cannot see anything.
Egan takes a look as well.
Perception - Sight (1d20+19=32)
Then racks his brain to determine where he's seen that type of movement before.
Egan's keenly-trained eyesight also catches the swirl of water. He's seen that type of swirl before. Alligators are usually the cause, but in these jungle swamps aquatic dinosaurs can't be ruled out. Egan knows that both types of creature like to rush out of deep water, snag a victim and drag them back into the deeps.
Egan also notices that the boggy muck they are heading into has some disturbance patterns. He's not sure but there could be ... things hiding the muddy mire.
"Hey, what are you all waiting for?"
"Let's move up to the hummock in front of us, and get a better look at our situation."
"Agreed San. We should probably move from hummock to hummock aswell."
San climbs out of the bog onto the hummock, and quickly scans the area. Until we get closer to the island, he will sheathe his sword, and instead draw his bow with an arrow, covering the remainder of the party as they climb onto the drier land.
The party clambers onto the weedy hummock. A few leeches cling here and there, but they are quickly pulled off. To their left, deeper water. To their right a green strech of mossy bog and muck. Straight ahead, a tree-covered hillock where a few time-worn worked stones peer from the thick underbrush
Looking about, San comments, "Looks like the hummock next to the deep water offers the least amount of distance in the muck, but only a bit. What do you think, Egan?"
"While I agree that that offers less time in the muck, being next to the deep water could create it's own issues". "Bigger threats could hide in deeper water". "I would nominate going through that one". (M-26).
Ten Foot still peers at the water, "What is it, I still can't see anything?"
He looks at Egan and San, trusting them to sort out a safer route.
"Get away from the water, Ten. We don't want your head bitten off by a crocidile, after all."
Tobias points his crossbow at the water.
"While I agree that that offers less time in the muck, being next to the deep water could create it's own issues". "Bigger threats could hide in deeper water". "I would nominate going through that one". (M-26).
"It's really six of one, half a dozen of the other, isn't it? Either spend more time in the muck, or get closer to the deep water. I suppose it doesn't matter much. OK, I'll defer to you, Egan. Let's head your route."
"It's really six of one, half a dozen of the other, isn't it? Either spend more time in the muck, or get closer to the deep water. I suppose it doesn't matter much. OK, I'll defer to you, Egan. Let's head your route."
"Pffft... Follow nature boy. Great plan, that."
"It's really six of one, half a dozen of the other, isn't it? Either spend more time in the muck, or get closer to the deep water. I suppose it doesn't matter much. OK, I'll defer to you, Egan. Let's head your route.""Pffft... Follow nature boy. Great plan, that."
"Considering we're in nature ... it's not bad. And where did you get your jungle survival expertise from?"
"Considering we're in nature ... it's not bad. And where did you get your jungle survival expertise from?""It's really six of one, half a dozen of the other, isn't it? Either spend more time in the muck, or get closer to the deep water. I suppose it doesn't matter much. OK, I'll defer to you, Egan. Let's head your route.""Pffft... Follow nature boy. Great plan, that."
"You don't need expertise when you can survive anything. Wait until we're in the ruin. Guess who you're all going to need then."
"You don't need expertise when you can survive anything. Wait until we're in the ruin. Guess who you're all going to need then."
"A fighter, a wizard, a cleric, and a rogue?"
"You don't need expertise when you can survive anything. Wait until we're in the ruin. Guess who you're all going to need then.""A fighter, a wizard, a cleric, and a rogue?"
Vilya rolls her eyes and digs a leech out of the skin of her neck.
"Hilarious."
"You don't need expertise when you can survive anything. Wait until we're in the ruin. Guess who you're all going to need then.""A fighter, a wizard, a cleric, and a rogue?"
"Walk into a bar," continues Ten Foot chuckling to himself before backing away from the waters edge and following Egan and San.
"You don't need expertise when you can survive anything. Wait until we're in the ruin. Guess who you're all going to need then.""A fighter, a wizard, a cleric, and a rogue?"Vilya rolls her eyes and digs a leech out of the skin of her neck.
"Hilarious."
"I thought it was." San says as he goes back into the muck after Egan.
The group resumes its slog through the meter-deep boggy mud. Staying clear of the deeper water they head towards their next hummock, Egan leading. As they near the next hummock, the soft mud begins to boil. Tiny moss-covered skeletons begin to emerge from the boggy area. The skeletons are less than a meter tall with narrow sloped heads and blunt-snouted toothy jaws. They begin to advance, jaws clacking
Initiative: 1d20=14
The group resumes its slog through the meter-deep boggy mud. Staying clear of the deeper water they head towards their next hummock, Egan leading. As they near the next hummock, the soft mud begins to boil. Tiny moss-covered skeletons begin to emerge from the boggy area. The skeletons are less than a meter tall with narrow sloped heads and blunt-snouted toothy jaws. They begin to advance, jaws clacking
"Huh."
Vilya appears more intrigued (and slightly disgusted) than startled at the skeletons' sudden intrusion.
Tobias: 16
Vilya: 17
Sanvaros: 16
Ten: 15
Seven: 16
Izkrael: 18
Joleesa: 22
Egan: 17
For his action, Iz will take a 5-ft. step foward and slice at the skeli in L21.
Rd 1 Inititives:
Joleesa: 22
Izkrael: 18
Vilya: 17
Egan: 17
Tobias: 16
Sanvaros: 16
Seven: 16
Ten: 15
Skellis: 12
Knowledge(religion)=25
Iz:
For his action, Iz will take a 5-ft. step foward and slice at the skeli in L21.
Attack = 16
Damage = 7 (15/2)
Izkrael's slender sword lops the skull off an advancing moss-covered skeleton with the ease of a child popping dandelion heads. The headless undead sinks back into the mire.
Vilya:
"Figures! Wrong weapon again!" San spends a swift action to activate his Arcane Strike feat, then lets loose with an arrow at the skeleton in L23 (to avoid firing into melee).
attack and damage (1d20+7=8, 1d8+6=14)
After that craptastic shot, San will pull out his morningstar.
San's arrow whizzes by Egan's head, ruffling his hair
Vilya draws her kukri and machete, and sets to work hacking apart the skeletons.
"Monkey kobolds. Little beasts are even uglier dead!"
Ten Foot stands rooted to the spot, his reactions too slow to understand what is happening just yet.
Egan, whom had been using his quarterstaff to probe ahead of him in the muck, takes a swing at one of the little bony midgets.
"Is there nothing alive in this Jungle" Egan Exclaims as his Quarterstaff glances off the shoulder of one of the darting beasts, bone shards flying from the contact.
Rd 1 Inititives:
Joleesa: 22 [pending]
Izkrael: 18 [slicy slice]
Vilya: 17 [Kukri-ookley, and whoopsie!]
Egan: 17 [whackidy whack]
Tobias: 16 [pending]
Sanvoros: 16 [Parting Egan's hair]
Seven: 16 [pending]
Ten: 15 [readying the God Bomb]
Skellis: 12 [attacking]
Vilya slashes at a mucky skeleton with her kukri. The blade carves a bit of moss off its yellowed bones. She attempts to hit it with her machete, but the weapon slips out of her hand and plunks into the mire in front of her.
Egan's quarterstaff knocks a few rib bones off one of the tiny terrors as it approaches
seven eagle stretches out an arm and points at the dead kobald, a spark of white energy arcs towards its fleshy entrails.
Ten Foot calls on the power of Two Rabbits and channels energy out in a 30 foot burst.
Ten closes his eyes and touches his birthmark. A flash of energy races out from him. The skeletons literally crumble into muck, their small forms dissolving in the wash of radiant energy. Everyone feels like they just downed a shot of the finest Opaline rum.
The bog returns to its quiet undisturbed normalcy, the undead vanquished
Tobias fires a bolt at the nearest skeleton.