The Mouth of Doom (Inactive)

Game Master Grimmy

Q is fatigued, travel time doubled!

Camp or soldier on?

We will always remember your sacrifice, much like how Ridley was willing to become our rations.

Fort: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (13) + 6 = 19

Fortitude: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (6) + 1 = 7

After so much chasing around, Raziel is beggining to stumble along the way - "Dang" - he vents - "Seems like we have been walking for days..."

Fort: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (6) + 1 = 7

The long day and constant skirmishes has finally taken its tole on the druid.
If we can find a place to make camp, I think that is best. I really do not know how much farther I can keep going.

As she says this she stumbles, almost falling in a small gopher hole.

1d20 ⇒ 11

Q takes a deep sigh, helping Ghaelja and Raziel back to their feet "Let us make camp then. Tomorrow we will feel like brand new people. Who has first watch?"

I'll keep first watch.

9PM: 1d10 ⇒ 9
Fort: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (4) + 6 = 10
Hound keeps watch until 9PM.

Hound falls asleep while keeping watch and never wakes any one else up.

Midnite: 1d10 ⇒ 4

3AM: 1d10 ⇒ 6

6AM: 1d10 ⇒ 9
Survival(Tracking): 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (4) + 3 = 7

Ok everyone lives until morning and wakes up.

You realize no one has been on watch all night.

Prep spells. Delete rations.

Heal 2 HP.

Zzzzzzzzz

Krull is still asleep when you all wake up. His dog is standing guard over him.

Do you have any preparations to make before continuing across the field towards the Forest of Hope? Healing? A game of bocce ball or perhaps croquet?

Kick the can is always good to prepare for battle, not sure if we have a can though.

Well, Raziel has no healing of his own to offer :D

The tiefling stands up, stretching lazily - "I really needed that" - he looks around and it seems everyone is acting pretty much the same way - we had no watches? - he ponders to himself, then smiles at their blind luck for still being alive.

Did this rest allow us to level up Grimmy?

Turning to the others, and getting his gear ready, he comments - "Shall we get moving ladies and gentlemen?"

Technically, Trangles never needs to sleep, he is a plant. So there really was a watch, although I forgot to mention this and Trangles was probably not the best conversationalist for Hound to help keep him awake.

Uhmm.. I think you have to get back alive first, then level up.

Krull sidles up to Raziel.

"Hey... Did you get some of that red syrup? Can I get a couple vials, just to hold me?"

After a morning cock-a-doodle-doo, Q feels refreshed and ready to head off, but looks pensive. "We should go, there's no telling who's heard that." He then gathers his bow and does a quick look around the campsite before moving to point.
Perception: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (20) + 9 = 29

You can see for a couple of miles, more if you go to higher ground. You can actually make out where the cottage is. No dark cloud, no smokestack.

"We're clear to go." he looks at Krull. "Lay off of the sauce my friend."

Krull sidles up to Raziel.

"Hey... Did you get some of that red syrup? Can I get a couple vials, just to hold me?"

Raziel throws a sidelong glance at Krull, trying to size up the man - "I've got some yes, but for now I think we should do our best to stray away from it - I have the feeling it may cause some sort of addiction. Or worse..." - he then smiles - "You'll be fine - we've got your back"

Sense Motive to understand why the insistence on drinking the stuff: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (10) + 2 = 12

The edge of the wood is soon visible, you will reach it by 9AM.

Anyone have anything they'd like to do before entering the Forest of Hope?

Hounds does a little foraging

Survival: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (20) + 6 = 26

I found this bear just lying around. Enough for all of us.

The party travels at half speed while Hound forages but the bear is delicious.

Around 6PM the band is pretty tuckered out and the river basin where Killian's men were encountered is still about an hour away.

Camp or press on (forced march)?

Does anyone need healing?

Q's stats say -13 but I think he has more like 4 or 5 HP.

Jesus... Can it be the 9th yet?

Eli continues to glower in the background as one thing after another, something comes up to slow them down and put them another day behind. Still, he calls for a halt and rest before people start dying from sheer exhaustion.

Perception: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (4) + 6 = 10
"If you're about to keel over and die, stay here. This looks like a good spot to rest. I'm going to keep on going and try and talk to Killian for some horses to bring us the rest of the way. Are any of you fit enough to go with me?"
Constitution vs Forced March: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (16) + 2 = 18

Con forced march: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (19) + 6 = 25

I feel great after my nap.

Constitution vs. Forced March: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (12) + 2 = 14

"I really should learn to fly."

Con: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (20) + 1 = 21

After the night's rest, Ghae feels great like nothing can slow her down.

Lucky b@$t@rds...

Con: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (11) + 2 = 13

CLWs Q: 1d8 + 2 ⇒ (7) + 2 = 9

Krull Con: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (8) + 3 = 11

Ok so unless Raziel botches his con check you guys will make it to the river bed before... nevermind.

Con check: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (18) + 1 = 19

This time Raziel plods on, his step light from having been able to carry out their self assigned mission successfully.

...and it would've worked, if it wasn't for those meddling kids :(

We're just too strong and focused - after all it seems we have an agenda to fulfill :D

7PM Banks of the River Basin

Approaching the approximate location where Killian relieved them of their horses, the party comes across a circles of pines with a bed of red needles carpeting the ground. A fire pit has been built, and a black iron kettle pot rests above it.

On the nearby stump of a felled tree sits a human head and a pair of tongs.

Ghae looks to the others:
Looks like Killian headed off.

Q surveys the general area for things that appear particularly out of place... besides the head.
1d20 + 9 ⇒ (10) + 9 = 19

"Perhaps he's a little ahead of us."

This is my first wisdom based character that's had perception as a class skill... I love these rolls so much

Q notices a lot of gore around the tree stump, and a trail leading away from the circle of pines. He hears a bubbling spring in the distance and some murmuring voices beside it.

He sees some kindling and tinder-twigs and a pile of teeth beside the kettle.

"Someone is about to cook a head?" - Raziel stands momentarily in place, staring at the scenario, but then almost keels over laughing at his companion's comments.

Regaining his composure, and being one for action, he decides to look for an avenue of approaching to take a closer look - "No more jesting now, I don't want to burst into laughter across the way" - he winks and moves off.

Stealth: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (10) + 10 = 20

Reaching the pot, Raziel finds it full of shallots and leeks, but no water.

There are about 120 freshly pulled teeth on an embroidered cloth next to the kettle.

Dang - the tiefling thinks to himself - What the heck is going on here? - then moves to check the head itself.

Perhaps Killian and his friends liked the flesh of the living

"Then they wouldn't have cut off the head yet. Either that, or the head is all that's left. Look around for any tools or weapons. I don't expect that they'd have left them unattended, but we've been way too lucky thus far for it to continue. And I shouldn't have to say to keep an eye out for anything else that might seem important."

Perception: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (19) + 6 = 25