The Mouth of Doom (Inactive)

Game Master Grimmy

Round 2:
Raziel <<<<
Hound <<<<
Q <<<<
Bandits

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Raziel approaches the stump. There is a tooth in the tongs. There are a pile of cracked acorns, and nut meat is stuffed in the eye-sockets of the head.

Knowledge Local DC 20:
no peaking

Knowledge History DC 20:
hey!!

Knowledge Religion:
wtf?!


Monk (Zen Archer) 2 | Init:+2 Perc:+9 | HP: 13/20 Melee:+3 Ranged:+3 Flurry:+4/+4 | F:+4 R:+5 W:+7

"Quiet down! I hear voices off near the brook. Perhaps the culprits are too full to move very far." Q draws his bow and walks to the edge of the clearing, not straying too far from the rest of the party.


Eli spots a children's doll of woven yarn with yellow hair.


M Human Male Human Barbarian 7 |HP97/97 (109/109 when raging) | Bust 40B|AC:18(17) | T:12(11) | FF:18(17) | CMD:20 | Fort:+10 | Ref:+5/7 | Will:+5 | Init:+2 | Per:+12 | Acrobatics:+9 | Climb:+10 | Stealth:+6 | Ride:+9]

Hounds gets very quiet when Quet speaks.


Eli and Q see the glint of the setting sun off of water and hear the sound of a female voice singing softly.


Monk (Zen Archer) 2 | Init:+2 Perc:+9 | HP: 13/20 Melee:+3 Ranged:+3 Flurry:+4/+4 | F:+4 R:+5 W:+7

Not chancing moving away from his comrades, he holds his bow steady toward the water and yells. "Show yourself! We know you're there!"


A staggeringly beautiful woman with freckles and red hair strides up the path from the spring towards the pine grove. Water sloshes out of a clay jar as she holds up the frills of her simple dress with one hand, wet pine needles clinging to her bare feet.

Her expression is unreadable.


Monk (Zen Archer) 2 | Init:+2 Perc:+9 | HP: 13/20 Melee:+3 Ranged:+3 Flurry:+4/+4 | F:+4 R:+5 W:+7

Sense Motive: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (13) + 8 = 21
Bluff to hide attraction: 1d20 - 2 ⇒ (1) - 2 = -1

"Halt right there. Friend or foe?" Q says, trying his best to read her and hide his attraction simultaneously, but he starts sweating quite profusely

With that roll he might as well had whipped it out and started jerking right then and there...


Female Half-Elf Druid(Treesinger)/3 - HP: 27/27; AC16, T15, FF11; F+4,R+2,W+7; Per +12; Init +1

Ghae watches the strange woman approach, trying to pick up any sense of what, or who, she is.

Whispers to those next to her:
Didn't the nature guy mention some witch controlling some of this land?

Perception: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (7) + 11 = 18


"Aren't you strange. First you call me, then you say stop. How could I know whether we are friends? I've just laid eyes on you and you are pointing that thing at me."

She curls her toes in the pine needles, and scratches the heel of one foot with the toenail of the other, wrinkling her nose.

Sense motive reveals she has been stung on the heel by a mosquito.


M Human Male Human Barbarian 7 |HP97/97 (109/109 when raging) | Bust 40B|AC:18(17) | T:12(11) | FF:18(17) | CMD:20 | Fort:+10 | Ref:+5/7 | Will:+5 | Init:+2 | Per:+12 | Acrobatics:+9 | Climb:+10 | Stealth:+6 | Ride:+9]

Obviously some demon or undead in disguise who sucks the souls of clueless men.

Hound just stands there like some glowering glowering dude.


Monk (Zen Archer) 2 | Init:+2 Perc:+9 | HP: 13/20 Melee:+3 Ranged:+3 Flurry:+4/+4 | F:+4 R:+5 W:+7

"That's a nasty bug bite you've got there. Do you know what's gone on here?" Q motions toward the scene with his bow, eyes still trained steadily on the woman.


She goes to the fire pit and pours water from her clay jar into the kettle.

"I was about to make soup."


Male Human Deep Walker Ranger 3 [Exp: 6290] [HP: 34, Init: +5 (+7 underground), Perc: +7 (+9 underground), AC: 16, Tch: 12, Flt: 14, Fort: 5 (+4 Endurance), Ref: 4, Will: 2] [Melee +8 (1d10+6/18-20/×2)]

"Alright I'll be the blunt one. What's with the head, lady?"


"The price of a broken treaty."

She kneels and gathers the embroidered cloth full of teeth, adding them to the kettle.


Male Human Deep Walker Ranger 3 [Exp: 6290] [HP: 34, Init: +5 (+7 underground), Perc: +7 (+9 underground), AC: 16, Tch: 12, Flt: 14, Fort: 5 (+4 Endurance), Ref: 4, Will: 2] [Melee +8 (1d10+6/18-20/×2)]

"Will that complicate our passage through this land at all?"


How could these things be connected?" she asks thoughtfully.

She furrows her brow and gazes at Eli, waiting for an answer.


Male Human Deep Walker Ranger 3 [Exp: 6290] [HP: 34, Init: +5 (+7 underground), Perc: +7 (+9 underground), AC: 16, Tch: 12, Flt: 14, Fort: 5 (+4 Endurance), Ref: 4, Will: 2] [Melee +8 (1d10+6/18-20/×2)]

"It was just a question. We've only arrived here a couple of days ago. I wanted to make sure we weren't intruding somewhere we ought not to. I think we'll be on our way, now. Have a nice day."


"Wait, wait..." - Raziel pipes in at Eli, then turning at the beautiful woman he adds - "Apologies for both the intrusion and the straightforward questions - we are not used to such means of retribution" - he smiles - "So, this man has failed to live up to a treaty? Would it be too intruding to ask what treaty might that be? I want to make sure we do not incur in the same mistake - enough to anger such a charming young woman"


"Anger. It never suited me. So unbecoming."

She wrinkles her nose.

"The treaty is old. We couldn't be here without it, and this is where they want us. Now that we can't go home. Some took longer than others. I was the last to enter the forest you know. That's why I'm the Kingsbride! Well there are others still living there but they aren't free. Not like I was."


A chill wind blows through the pines.

The red-haired woman looks at nothing in particular with grave concern.


Female Half-Elf Druid(Treesinger)/3 - HP: 27/27; AC16, T15, FF11; F+4,R+2,W+7; Per +12; Init +1

Not really certain about this rather strange woman, Ghea inquires about the soup and who makes up the soup.

If you do not mind me asking, who did you invite as dinner? I cannot say I am familiar with many recipes that include arms, legs and heads.

Ghae also continues to look around figuring that there must be someone else about.


The womans jaw goes slack.

"Heads, arms and... Golden apples of the sun, and silver apples of the moon! Why would you say such a thing? I am no carnivore, nor was my mother, nor are my sisters. And if I carry a female child for the King, she will be no more a carnivore than any of us. "

"You have lovely hair. May I ask how old you are? I have never met a fairy. Were you a... you know... a changeling?"


Monk (Zen Archer) 2 | Init:+2 Perc:+9 | HP: 13/20 Melee:+3 Ranged:+3 Flurry:+4/+4 | F:+4 R:+5 W:+7

"And what child bearing hips you have. Indeed fit to spit out a King." Q starts edging toward the way they were heading. "We must be on our way... Have to see about a man about a horse."


Travel safely..."

She looks around distractedly, as if she has already forgotten about you.


M Human Male Human Barbarian 7 |HP97/97 (109/109 when raging) | Bust 40B|AC:18(17) | T:12(11) | FF:18(17) | CMD:20 | Fort:+10 | Ref:+5/7 | Will:+5 | Init:+2 | Per:+12 | Acrobatics:+9 | Climb:+10 | Stealth:+6 | Ride:+9]

Hounds shrugs and is ready to move off with the others.


Male Human Deep Walker Ranger 3 [Exp: 6290] [HP: 34, Init: +5 (+7 underground), Perc: +7 (+9 underground), AC: 16, Tch: 12, Flt: 14, Fort: 5 (+4 Endurance), Ref: 4, Will: 2] [Melee +8 (1d10+6/18-20/×2)]

Eli grumbles softly to himself as the others are finally ready to leave.


Female Half-Elf Druid(Treesinger)/3 - HP: 27/27; AC16, T15, FF11; F+4,R+2,W+7; Per +12; Init +1

Ghae is quite confused by the rather strange woman, but decides to leave with the others.
Not a fairy, some elven blood perhaps, but no fairy's that I know of.


backgrounds

"Well that was...odd.

Ogrim moves out with the rest.


As the whole group seems to be wandering off, Raziel will follow, but he stares looking at the puzzling woman for a while longer - "I am Raziel. Will you let us know your name?"


"What? Oh. Trella."

As you leave she starts singing softly again as she lights a fire under her kettle.

Linguistics DC 18:
Ask DM for result.


Male Human Deep Walker Ranger 3 [Exp: 6290] [HP: 34, Init: +5 (+7 underground), Perc: +7 (+9 underground), AC: 16, Tch: 12, Flt: 14, Fort: 5 (+4 Endurance), Ref: 4, Will: 2] [Melee +8 (1d10+6/18-20/×2)]

Linguistics: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (20) + 2 = 22


Eli:
The name she gave and the language in the song she sings are from an archaic form of a language spoken nomadic tribes from the Telophus fields.


Male Human Deep Walker Ranger 3 [Exp: 6290] [HP: 34, Init: +5 (+7 underground), Perc: +7 (+9 underground), AC: 16, Tch: 12, Flt: 14, Fort: 5 (+4 Endurance), Ref: 4, Will: 2] [Melee +8 (1d10+6/18-20/×2)]

Eli and the rest of his group walk for a short while until Eli finally sighs in exasperation, "Gah! I know that language. I know I do but I can't place it. Tellpas? No. Teopolis? No... Telophus. That's it. Who knows anything about the Telophus Fields?"


As they plod along, his eyes frequently turning back to where they left the striking girl, Raziel listens to Eli - "Telophus you say..? I think..."

Knowledge (History?): 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (18) + 8 = 26

Other knowledges are:
Knowledge (arcana) +8
Knowledge (local) +8
Knowledge (planes) +8
Knowledge (religion) +8


Telophus is a deity but Telophus Fields is an old name for the area to the South West. Even the area where the hostage shack was to be considered the edge of the Telophus Fields. Part of it has been settled and civilized and is now known as the Quail Valley.


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Raziel shares what he knows with his companions as they move along, and makes a mental note to start on a personal project - a detailed map of the areas around them, with the pieces of information they have been gathering along the way.


Monk (Zen Archer) 2 | Init:+2 Perc:+9 | HP: 13/20 Melee:+3 Ranged:+3 Flurry:+4/+4 | F:+4 R:+5 W:+7

"That was a strange encounter. I am surprised she did not try to bite our heads off, considering nearly everyone else we have met thus far."


"I actually wonder how much of an influence the Mouth of Doom complex may be having on the surrounding region" - Raziel ponders at Q's words - "I think I never had to deal with so much in only a couple of days" - he smiles - "Gotta love it, right?"

He looks back again, to where they came from - "She was beautiful though, wasn't she?"


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Monk (Zen Archer) 2 | Init:+2 Perc:+9 | HP: 13/20 Melee:+3 Ranged:+3 Flurry:+4/+4 | F:+4 R:+5 W:+7

"They have been rustling our feathers quite a bit, sure." Q says. He sees Raziel's forlorn stare back to where they came from and smiles. "You are right, she was beautiful. Though every beautiful woman I have ever met has either tried to break my heart or break my neck. Sometimes both."

Q walks along for a few more steps in contemplation, "Well, except one." he says after a spell. He glances toward Ghaelja briefly and then falls back to his usual place and scouts.

Perception: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (9) + 9 = 18


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Female Half-Elf Druid(Treesinger)/3 - HP: 27/27; AC16, T15, FF11; F+4,R+2,W+7; Per +12; Init +1

Perception: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (8) + 10 = 18

Ghae hears some of the conversation between Q and Raziel. When Q finishes, she just rolls her eyes as she reaches down and scratches Trangles.

Quietly under her breath:
Men.


The party reaches the bank of the river basin where they had stopped to tether the horses and been met by Kincaid and his men.

There is no sign of horse nor Killian.


Suddenly a terrified scream is heard from the direction of the pine grove.


M Human Male Human Barbarian 7 |HP97/97 (109/109 when raging) | Bust 40B|AC:18(17) | T:12(11) | FF:18(17) | CMD:20 | Fort:+10 | Ref:+5/7 | Will:+5 | Init:+2 | Per:+12 | Acrobatics:+9 | Climb:+10 | Stealth:+6 | Ride:+9]

Ah, it is no doubt just one of those monsters that sounds like a helpless person to lure in prey.


"I'll check" - Raziel immediately pipes in, casting an arcane spell, and moving off to investigate.

Casting Message

Stealth: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (19) + 10 = 29


Monk (Zen Archer) 2 | Init:+2 Perc:+9 | HP: 13/20 Melee:+3 Ranged:+3 Flurry:+4/+4 | F:+4 R:+5 W:+7

Q looks at Hound and nods in agreement. "Sounds like my ex-wife, Midge 1." he then knocks an arrow and waits for further instructions.


Female Half-Elf Druid(Treesinger)/3 - HP: 27/27; AC16, T15, FF11; F+4,R+2,W+7; Per +12; Init +1

Ghae turns around and follows well behind Raziel so that she can help when needed.

Stealth: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (14) + 1 = 15 <-- Ghae is way back from Raz. She also has Woodland Stride, not sure if this will help with stealth, but I assume it would keep her from breaking too many branches since she is unharmed by natural things.


Perception: 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (6) + 13 = 19

Raziel gets in view of the circle of pines without being detected. He sees the kettle pot tipped over, the fire smoldering, seemingly stamped out, the teeth and turnips scattered in the pine needles.

Hunched low sniffing the ground is a crone-like creature much too large to be a human woman. Her skin has the sheen and veneer of a bruise and her her fingers end in razor like claws.

Ghaelja is 50 feet back.

The party is 200 feet away.


Grimmy, any Knowledge that applies? This got me wondering... Since knowledge is mostly a passive thing, would it make sense to have the GM roll in advance for situations like this? Would it be too much bookkeeping?


Knowledge Nature DC 16:
This hags tough hide is resistant to magic and all but bludgeoning weapons. It likes the taste of babies.

Can substitute Knowledge: Arcana DC 20

More info if rolls exceed the DC by 5.

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