The Callanon-turned-large-boa-constrictor lashes out with a bite at the nearest elf, then tries to wrap itself around him.
climb 20 ft;
low-light vision;
+2 natural armor bonus;
a bite attack (primary, 1d8);
can't be tripped
Constrictor: You gain the grab ability and can automatically attempt to grapple a target after making a successful bite attack and gain the constrict special attack (1d8+Strength modifier). You gain the normal +4 bonus on checks made to start and maintain a grapple from the grab ability.
Size change:
-1 penalty to attack rolls and AC
-2 penalty to Fly checks
-4 to Stealth checks
+4 STR
-2 DEX
+2 CON
Attack is now Bite, +2 melee, 1d8+3, grab w/+7 grapple, then 1d8+3 constrict
AC is now 14 (lost 3 armor, gained 2 natural, lost 1 of dex, lost 1 from size)
HP is now 13.
A snake appears behind one of the elves and attacks.
but misses.
John draws his crossbow and loads an arrow.
Mister takes another swing at the foe.
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The Callanon-turned-large-boa-constrictor lashes out with a bite at the nearest elf, then tries to wrap itself around him.
[dice=bite atk]1d20+2
[dice=dmg]1d8+3[dice=free action Grab no AoO]1d20+7
[dice=dmg if grappled]1d8+3
You know it's not a man, but a woman!
You know it's not a man, but a woman!
Gormuk growls at his a parent miss. He takes a step away from his mount and reloads his Crossbow, attempting to provide another target for the elves.
Move to move 10 feet into the open
Standard to reload.
Sigvald moves upto the elf he used studied target on and attempts to pacify it with his mace
"Why are you fighting us?
"You're carrying an artifact that belongs to us," she says.
Gormuk growls at his a parent miss. He takes a step away from his mount and reloads his Crossbow, attempting to provide another target for the elves.
Move to move 10 feet into the open
Standard to reload.
The half-orc is attacked via javelin.
a miss!
An artefact that belongs to them, eh? Thinking hazard pay may be necessary...
Stepping toward the elf who had just speared him with a javelin, Dante raises his flail high and swings at his assailant.
Callanon focuses his efforts on keeping control of the one he has wrapped up in his snake-form.
Speed 40 ft;
climb 20 ft;
low-light vision;
+2 natural armor bonus;
a bite attack (primary, 1d8);
can't be tripped
Constrictor: You gain the grab ability and can automatically attempt to grapple a target after making a successful bite attack and gain the constrict special attack (1d8+Strength modifier). You gain the normal +4 bonus on checks made to start and maintain a grapple from the grab ability.
Size change:
-1 penalty to attack rolls and AC
-2 penalty to Fly checks
-4 to Stealth checks
+4 STR
-2 DEX
+2 CON
Attack is now Bite, +2 melee, 1d8+3, grab w/+7 grapple, then 1d8+3 constrict
AC is now 14 (lost 3 armor, gained 2 natural, lost 1 of dex, lost 1 from size)
HP is now 13.
"Well attempting to kill us is not very diplomatic"
Sigvald then attempts another attack at the elf
John looks on, holding his bow. "If you drop your weapons, we won't attack you anymore.
John holds his attack, letting his snake unsummon and says. "Everyone, time to calm down. Let's see if we can talk through this."
[ooc] Hit from Sigvald.[/occ]
The Amazons look like they are tired themselves, and they throw down their weapons in disgust. Their leader talks. "We wish to only have our idol of Angarradh back," she explains. "We tried everything, even stealing it back from this . . . this man."
John moves back a little bit to talk to the merchant that hired them. Says in a low voice. "Do you deal with stolen merchandise, or could you have gotten their idol from another merchant?"
Gormuk eyes the parlay with trepidation. Fihting wasnt suposed to just stop. He will not drop his crossbow but will lower it and let hit rest against a hip with one hand. The other will reach into a sleeve and return with a handfull of berries which he will shove into his mouth and chew toothily.
John moves back a little bit to talk to the merchant that hired them. Says in a low voice. "Do you deal with stolen merchandise, or could you have gotten their idol from another merchant?"
"All I have," he says, "Is merchandise bound for Sembia. I thought that the idol they want is just an idol. You want me to sell it to them? Can any of you make a copy?"
The elves look hopeful, one of them says, "IF you sell our idol to us, we'll gratefully pay any sort of price."
"Yes, but I need a good copy," the merchant burps after saying that. The caravan is ultimately bound for Sembia.
Sigvald relaxes a little, but he still keeps hold of his mace.
"Seems a good compromise, Elves are known for their craftiness"
John looks to the elves, "Can you make a copy? A good copy might be a worthy price for a deathless deal, where we can all ride away happily."
"Yes, we can make a copy. But you must accompany us to our village. Not that you will be allowed in," the elf said. "No man entered our village and lived to see our secrets."
John thinks for a bit, "By going in alone, we have no guarantee that we will receive a copy. You say no "man" is allowed into your village, would you mind a servant of the dark to report back to us, if you plan something untoward against us?"
Mister looks at John,
"You're not serious," says the Amazon.
John shrugs. "I want peace and money. The merchant here will gladly trade this idol of yours for a copy. We just need to make sure that it's good.. It's a hard spot for us."
Dante rests his flail upon his shoulder. Smiling, he chuckles, "ladies, we simply seek assurances that all sides of the deal are met. We are, after all, taking your word that the idol is yours at face value. and we were quite readily defeating you before we proposed negotiations to reduce bloodshed. You won't allow one of us men come into your village but something without gender is not a man, so as John has said, what that suffice? As an alternative, one of you could stay here as our... Guest... Until the copy of the idol is returned. What do you say?"
John shrugs. "I want peace and money. The merchant here will gladly trade this idol of yours for a copy. We just need to make sure that it's good.. It's a hard spot for us."
[dice=diplomacy]1d20+9
"Very well, we will take . . . whatever that is as insurance," says the leader. She starts leading the carvan into the forest. "Come on."
Once the ambush is sure to be over, Callanon returns to his normal form and mounts the camel once more.
"Making a copy, eh. Good solution."
John leads his camel and starts to follow the elves.
Gormuk will see the group begin to head off and shrug, heading back to mount his own horse and get into line. "does any buddy need to have bleeding stopped or limbs removed?" Heavy stops and thinks for a moment. "Safely. Does anyone need. Limb removed safely?".
"Not yet. Hopefully never."
it takes a few hours and some rough trekking through the Chondalwood when your guides motion you to stop. You can hear the sounds of children playing in the foreground.
"We are here," the lead Amazon elf says. Wearing nothing but rings on her body, it's a marvel she didn't get as scratched as you have. The amazon then leads Mister Bartimeus through the bush before you.
"I start to follow the Amazon into her secret village. Hope i don't get into too much trouble without master. A secret place must be kept secret and the things i do in there shouldn't get out to the public. I must only report about the Idol and nothing else that happens." This and thoughts like it spread through Mister's brain as he follows the Amazons into their village.
"I can cast healing spells?"
Turning to their orcish healer, "Well, our fair female hosts were a little prickly with me, so I could use a bit of healing, if you'd be so kind."
"Hopefully we don't run into to much more trouble today"
HE casts cure light wounds on DAnte
So far, the part of the Chondalwood you are in gives a foreboding feeling. As if this part of the forest does not welcome you. Perhaps its the elves, or perhaps it is something else.
Gormuk looks almost pleased when Dante asks for some medical aide. He is about to reach out, when Sigvald does the job for him. Gormuk frowns. "Two healers were hired for this journey? Interesting. What else besides Elves were expected..?" Gormuk looks around suspiciously with his one eye.
Sigvald listens to Gormuk and is little bugged out by his one eye
"Huh? True and you even look more the part of the healer, I think i'll leave that to you from now on assist if you ask"
Mister is looking around and thinking to himself.
The forest looks peaceful despite it's forboding atmosphere. Then you hear a cry coming from the right of you. A cry for help.
The leader says, "Just get the copy done, and no, no enchantments. We've found the original."
Gormuk will look to the sound of the cry in surprise, but not move. Elves are new to him maybe they are more like orcs than humans. "Is screaming normal in your lands?" He will aso to one of the nearby elves.
"A lot of people have been found to take to suicide," the elf explains.
"those cries did not sound like self killing. That sounded like unwanted pain..." Gormuk will turn and begin to walk in the direction of thd sounds. "Gormuk will make sure this death is wanted. "
"Don't get involved," says the elf. "My sisters have everything in control."