Tora no Senaka - The Back of the Tiger (Inactive)

Game Master Dreaming Warforged

"I- Wuh'well I- ... I don't snore thuh'that loud...", Pavel says, half-heartedly.
I have a waterproof lantern and oil.

The sky is clear, but the moon is not in the sky.
Daeron: Wait before updating your spell list, as the night might very well be interrupted...

Pavel shakes as many of the others as he can.

"Hey! Ruh'round two's about to start, let's go!", he whispers urgently.

Garand picks someone Pavel isn't already shaking awake and does the same. "Something comes. Arm yourself."

Daeron wakes from a dreamless sleep, looking around in the darkness. Forcing himself to shake off his lingering torpor, he looks carefully into the night trying to remain still. The dragon? Putting a single finger over his lips, he gently shakes his familiar, eyes still straining into the darkness. Manulani wakes fretfully, but quickly stops moving once he sees the serious expression on his master's face.

Perception (Daeron): 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (1) + 12 = 13
Perception (Manu): 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (10) + 8 = 18

You are all in the shelter and can't see outside for now. You also have to check if you could sleep in armor. Please count your actions carefully.

A terrifying shriek in the night, echoed by the depth of the crevasse, confirm that round 2 is indeed about to start!

Post your actions for two rounds.

I'm wearing light armor, which I believe doesn't impede me if I sleep in it.

Pavel drinks his cure moderate wounds potion, in order to go into the fight fresh.
CMW: 2d8 + 3 ⇒ (3, 4) + 3 = 10

He will then step outside and cast gravity bow to make his longbow hit harder.

Making sure his own ioun torch is in place, Garand casts light upon Pavel's quiver, to add another light source to those already in play.

He steps outside and intones a prayer to Erastil, that the hunters turned hunted find their fortunes even with the roles reversed.

Prayer for 7 rounds. 40 ft. burst centered on Garand. He and each of his allies gain a +1 luck bonus on attack rolls, weapon damage rolls, saves, and skill checks, while foes takes a -1 penalty on such rolls.

light armor, so no problems sleeping in it

Akulayok grabs up his bow and stands. He moves in front of Garand. He says in Elven, "Icy breath coming."

When he hears the shriek, he draws an arrow, nocks, and aims outside their ice shelter. He steels his nerves and calms his mind visualizing the eye of the dragon as his target.

Mithril chain shirt is light enough for sleep.

Reaching into his pack, Daeron feels the desired metamagic rod slide into his magically. With a quick grin he recovers a piece of licorice root from his component pouch as he begins chanting. Indicating all of his companions with a gesture, he blows on the root and it begins to hover in the air. A small wind begins to whip around the root and, as Daeron says one final word, the wind disperses to each of his companions. All of them begin to feel as if every move they make will happen faster. "Manu, start enlarging Theoden and Pavel." Nodding in satisfaction, Daeron stands and prepares a pinch of mica in preparation for blinding the dragon.

The little elemental complies, standing and recovering his wand before approaching and touching it to Garand. "böyük inkişaf"

Use Magic Device(Manu): 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (13) + 9 = 22

Magical energy begins to warp around Theoden as his body begins to swell and grow.

I don't wear armor, so it's not a problem. :) So move action 1 to recover lesser extend metamagic rod and standard action 1 to cast extended haste. Move action 2 to stand up and then ready an action to cast Glitterdust next time I see the dragon. Manu uses round 1 to stand and get his wand. Round 2 he starts enlarging Pavel. Edit to change from heal to enlarge.

Daeron, you're still inside then, and most likely won't see the dragon for your readied action. Let me know if you change your action.

Woops, I forgot about that part. Mind if I burn a swift action round 1 after I'm done casting to teleport outside? I can then stand up round 2 as per my description and probably see the dragon. I'd need to shift into a space I can see, so presumably something just outside the entrance.

Works for me.

Mithral armor here as well. Is my Smite Evil still active? Here's a link: Smite evil. Let me know because I'm not sure.

Theoden rises and grabs his sword and shield, preparing himself for the beast once again. "Aha! Our fine, magnificent friend has returned! Good, I was getting worried." He grins as Daeron makes him giant again. "You know, I could almost get use to this."

I'm guessing rising up and arming myself is pretty much two rounds worth. If not, he'll go total defense and wait for the beast to show up before acting.

Now that I know we're in an igloo ice shelter, I'm taking total cover at the entrance until I Pavel and Théoden are engaged.

I you're not in an igloo, then you're a popsicle ;) I'll try to update soon.

It is near the end of Pavel and Garand’s shift and they’re glad for the rest ahead, when, above the howling sound of the cold wind, they hear snow crunching in the area of the crevasse. From the sound of it, something heavy has collapsed some snow.

Pavel shakes as many of the others as he can.
"Hey! Ruh'round two's about to start, let's go!", he whispers urgently.

Garand picks someone Pavel isn't already shaking awake and does the same. "Something comes. Arm yourself."

A terrifying shriek in the night, echoed by the depth of the crevasse, confirm that round 2 is indeed about to start!

Pavel drinks his cure moderate wounds potion, in order to go into the fight fresh. He then steps outside and casts gravity bow to make his longbow hit harder.

Making sure his own ioun torch is in place, Garand casts light upon Pavel's quiver, to add another light source to those already in play. He steps outside and intones a prayer to Erastil, that the hunters turned hunted find their fortunes even with the roles reversed.

Akulayok grabs up his bow and stands. He moves in front of Garand. He says in Elven, "Icy breath coming." When he hears the shriek, he draws an arrow, nocks, and aims outside their ice shelter. He steels his nerves and calms his mind visualizing the eye of the dragon as his target.

Reaching into his pack, Daeron feels the desired metamagic rod slide into his hand magically. With a quick grin he recovers a piece of licorice root from his component pouch as he begins chanting. Indicating all of his companions with a gesture, he blows on the root and it begins to hover in the air. A small wind begins to whip around the root and, as Daeron says one final word, the wind disperses to each of his companions. All of them begin to feel as if every move they make will happen faster.
"Manu, start enlarging Theoden and Pavel." Nodding in satisfaction, Daeron stands and prepares a pinch of mica in preparation for blinding the dragon.
//He then blinks and teleport outside before rising to his feet.

The little elemental complies, standing and recovering his wand before approaching and touching it to Theoden. "böyük inkişaf"

Theoden rises and grabs his sword and shield, preparing himself for the beast once again. "Aha! Our fine, magnificent friend has returned! Good, I was getting worried." He grins as Daeron makes him giant again. "You know, I could almost get use to this."
//Smite Evil still active :)

The Greatest Hunters - Midnight Dragon
Round 1 - Vegsundvaag, the Icy Scourge of Iqaluit
As you quickly get out and prepare, the dragon has closed in on you, thanks to its great flying speed. Through the faint light of your light sources, you can make its silvery shape as it glistens in the night sky.

Remaining above ground, it gets still quite close, and you can see evil intent in its dark pupils: ”Fools! Silly fools! How dare you nap on the threshold of my domain. You think you’re gods! I’ll erect icy statues in your likeness!!! it spits as its crown of teeth opens and a freezing cold storm engulfs you.

Status
Prayer round 1 of 7 +1 ally, -1 enemies
Gravity Bow on Pavel
Smite Evil for Theoden
Enlarge Person on Theoden round 1 of 10
Mage Armor on Daeron
Mage Armor on Manulani
Haste round 1 of 14

All of you are up.

Updated Map

Reflex: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (20) + 8 = 28

This time, Pavel is ready for the icy blast and takes cover under his cloak to ward off much of the chill. He knocks and fires three arrows, each one carrying greater velocity than otherwise possible.

Arrow 1: 1d20 + 11 + 1 + 1 ⇒ (10) + 11 + 1 + 1 = 232d6 + 3 ⇒ (6, 6) + 3 = 15

Arrow 2: 1d20 + 6 + 1 + 1 ⇒ (15) + 6 + 1 + 1 = 232d6 + 3 ⇒ (3, 2) + 3 = 8

Arrow 3: 1d20 + 11 + 1 + 1 ⇒ (14) + 11 + 1 + 1 = 272d6 + 3 ⇒ (4, 6) + 3 = 13

So I should get my readied action to Glitterdust the dragon right? I'll go ahead and do so by targetting the dragon's squares level with him (which should easily be inside 170 feet). He needs a DC 18 will save or he's blinded (he gets a new save every round if he is blinded). Also, everyone should be getting a +1 dodge bonus to Reflex saves from haste and +1 luck bonus from prayer. I only mentioned it as I almost forgot Prayer in my roll. :)

Reflex: 1d20 + 6 + 1 + 1 ⇒ (11) + 6 + 1 + 1 = 19 So half damage for 13 taken.

Seeing the dragon, Daeron quickly finishes the last few words of his spell. Blowing the finely ground mica dust from his palm, the dust is swept up into a storm by the magic of the spell. A sudden burst of bright and radiant particles engulf the dragon, shining brightly even in the night.

Seeing the dragon still approaching and opening it's maw wide, Daeron barely manages to turn and kneel, covering himself with his furs as he does so, before he's engulfed in a shroud of ice. Teeth chattering, he calls back sarcastically, "I'm t-t-t-touched that y-y-ou'd make statues of u-us to d-decorate your home." With a quick laugh, Daeron steps across the ice towards Theoden, pulling out a hawk's feather as he moves. If the beast just kept circling us and doing that, we'd soon be dead. Time to even the odds a touch. Chanting in a careful tone, Daeron touches Theoden on his arm and a pair of wings, translucent and shining, appear on the knight's back. "And n-now, Theoden, you are free to resume your f-flying."

Meanwhile, Manulani steps towards the entrance of the igloo, looking for Pavel. Seeing the ranger, he points with his wand and again says, "böyük inkişaf". The already large man begins to grow even larger as the magic takes hold.

Use Magic Device (Manu): 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (18) + 9 = 27

So readied action to cast Glitterdust when I can see the dragon and he's in range. On my next turn, I move up to Theoden (square H5) and cast Fly on him. Manulani steps to J4 and casts Enlarge Person on Pavel which will take effect just before our next turn.

Reflex save1d20 + 14 ⇒ (18) + 14 = 32

Akulayok avoids the brunt of the blast. He pops from the cover and unleashes a volley of arrows.

+1 prayer, +1 haste, +2 favored target, -2 deadly aim, -2 rapid shot

Manyshot1d20 + 14 ⇒ (14) + 14 = 28(1d8 + 11 ⇒ (6) + 11 = 17 and 1d8 + 11 ⇒ (2) + 11 = 13)

2nd Shot1d20 + 9 ⇒ (14) + 9 = 23(1d8 + 11 ⇒ (8) + 11 = 19)

Rapid Shot:1d20 + 14 ⇒ (10) + 14 = 24(1d8 + 11 ⇒ (4) + 11 = 15)

haste shot:1d20 + 14 ⇒ (18) + 14 = 32(1d8 + 11 ⇒ (4) + 11 = 15)

Reflex save (+2 for prayer and haste) 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (9) + 7 = 16

On leg's numbed by the dragon's breath, Garand moves to stand on the opposite side of Daeron, counting out paces between himself and the hovering dragon as best he can by line of sight, and then calls upon the Hunter to bring vigor to the hunters.

move to K8, then channel energy, affecting Daeron, Pavel, Théoden and himself (no line of effect to Manulani, and unlikely to Akulayok) 4d6 ⇒ (3, 2, 2, 2) = 9 healing

Ref: 1d20 + 7 + 2 ⇒ (6) + 7 + 2 = 15

"By jove that is fantastically cold! And quite painful, might I add. Oh well, off I go!" Theoden immediately bends at the knees and launches himself! - toward the dragon.

Attack #1: Mwk Cold Iron Falcata: 1d20 + 15 ⇒ (16) + 15 = 31
Damage: 2d6 + 13 ⇒ (1, 2) + 13 = 16

AC 25; Hp's 31/57 (+9 Garand); 40/57

The Greatest Hunters - Midnight Dragon
Round 1 - The Dragon Hunters

Daeron was ready for the dragon and quickly finishes the last few words of his spell. Blowing the finely ground mica dust from his palm, the dust is swept up into a storm by the magic of the spell. A sudden burst of bright and radiant particles engulf the dragon, shining brightly even in the night.

This time, Pavel is ready for the icy blast and takes cover under his cloak to ward off much of the chill. He knocks and fires three arrows, each one carrying greater velocity than otherwise possible.
//The first two arrows bounce off the dragon’s scales, but the third sinks in, though not as much as would be expected.

Seeing the dragon still approaching and opening it's maw wide, Daeron barely manages to turn and kneel, covering himself with his furs as he does so, before he's engulfed in a shroud of ice. Teeth chattering, he calls back sarcastically, "I'm t-t-t-touched that y-y-ou'd make statues of u-us to d-decorate your home." With a quick laugh, Daeron steps across the ice towards Theoden, pulling out a hawk's feather as he moves. If the beast just kept circling us and doing that, we'd soon be dead. Time to even the odds a touch. Chanting in a careful tone, Daeron touches Theoden on his arm and a pair of wings, translucent and shining, appear on the knight's back. "And n-now, Theoden, you are free to resume your f-flying."

Meanwhile, Manulani steps towards the entrance of the igloo, looking for Pavel. Seeing the ranger, he points with his wand and again says, "böyük inkişaf". The already large man begins to grow even larger as the magic takes hold.

Akulayok avoids the brunt of the blast. He pops from the cover and unleashes a volley of arrows.
//All but one arrow sinks deep and shed dragon blood on the icy fled. The dragon shrieks from the pain.

On leg's numbed by the dragon's breath, Garand moves to stand on the opposite side of Daeron, counting out paces between himself and the hovering dragon as best he can by line of sight, and then calls upon the Hunter to bring vigor to the hunters.
//+9 hp to all but Manu and Akulayok.

"By jove that is fantastically cold! And quite painful, might I add. Oh well, off I go!" Theoden immediately bends at the knees and launches himself! - toward the dragon.
//The falcata bites deep, but the dragon's mighty scales dampen the blow.

Round 2 - Vegsundvaag, the Icy Scourge of Iqaluit

Its great wings flapping, the dragon slides to its right, in order to put Theoden between it and the nasty archers on the ground. With a maddening shriek, it uncoils its body at Theoden, striking with almost all its parts.

Theoden is slashed again and again by the flashing silver-white of the dragon’s claws and bites. He bends over and passes out from the onslaught.

//-40 hp to Theoden. Incapacitated.

Status
Prayer round 1 of 7 +1 ally, -1 enemies
Gravity Bow on Pavel
Smite Evil for Theoden
Enlarge Person on Theoden round 1 of 10
Mage Armor on Daeron
Mage Armor on Manulani
Haste round 1 of 14
Fly on Theoden 2 minutes
Enlarge Person on Pavel round 0 of 10

All of you are up.

Updated Map

Akulayok trusts to his skill. His eyes and hands work as one as he waits for glimpse of white scale beyond the over-sized human body that battles the dragon.

Manyshot:1d20 + 14 ⇒ (19) + 14 = 33(1d8 + 11 ⇒ (5) + 11 = 16 and 1d8 + 11 ⇒ (8) + 11 = 19

2nd shot:1d20 + 9 ⇒ (19) + 9 = 28(1d8 + 11 ⇒ (7) + 11 = 18)

Rapid Shot1d20 + 14 ⇒ (8) + 14 = 22(1d8 + 11 ⇒ (2) + 11 = 13)

[ooc]Haste Shot:1d20 + 14 ⇒ (1) + 14 = 15(1d8 + 11 ⇒ (4) + 11 = 15)

As Theoden falls, so does the dragon's cover, and Akulayok sinks two arrows in the dragon's neck.

It tries to flap its wings, but its whole body jitters awkwardly, and it plummets down in the ice with a great crash of ice and snow.

As the snowy spray melts on your cheeks, you see the carcass of Vegsundvaag, the Icy Scourge of Iqaluit, immobile.

And dead.

As Theoden finds himself on the ground and in fantastic pain, "Um... ouch," he manages through painful breath as he is content to just lie there.

Garand steps forward to the fallen Théoden (to F 4) and causes a prepared spell to unravel into positive energy spontaneously convert terrible remose to cure critical wounds which he delivers to Théoden as healing.

healing for Théoden 4d8 + 9 ⇒ (6, 8, 2, 5) + 9 = 30

"Thank you, my stoic friend," Theoden tells Garand as he shakes the cobwebs out, rises, and then brushes himself off, nodding to their resident healer in thanks. "I needed that. So," he looks over to the dead dragon, "it appears we have won the day. 'Tis a shame, I must say. Such a magnificent beast. Oh the tales it could've told! One could've listened for a TIME to the numerous tales it most likely could weave. Ah well. Now what do we do with it?" he asks as he looks to the others, right before an idea comes to mind. "You know, we could skin the creature and fashion a fantastic form of armor out of it. So as to remember it or honor it, if you will. Seems only fitting. Hate to just leave it here to rot all willy-nilly, you know."

Garand speaks a brief prayer in the Shoanti tongue, wishing the dragon's spirit a quick and untroubled journey to whatever spirit realm awaits its kind. for about a minute, or so, to make sure the beast is well and truly dead before channeling positive energy again.

waiting till dragon is very dead before 4d6 healing to all 4d6 ⇒ (1, 4, 1, 5) = 11

"I will neither wear the hide nor eat the flesh of a creature, even a monstrous and ignoble one such as this, that can give voice to words, but it is not my place to condemn such an action. It is merely my own personal choice." Garand says, showing no sign of disapproval as he states his own preferences on the matter.

"As unpleasant as the task sounds, we should find the dragon's nest, and destroy or carry away whatever eggs we find, that these lands are not plagued by hungry young at the start of the next season."

And, yanno, carry away any phat lewtz, that they do not artificially inflate and destroy the local economy, based on seal blubber as it is. :)

Pavel nods to Akulayok.
"Nuh'nice shootin'.", he says.

He gives the great dragon a quick look before heading back to the igloo.
"Shuh'she ain't goin' nowhere fer now. I'm ruh'ready for some shut-eye after today. We got that whole cruh'crevasse to climb with a hundred fuh'feet o' rope for the five of us tomorrow... not countin' cuttin' her to pieces."

Daeron rushes towards Theoden, calling for Manulani to bring his magical healing. But the pair are outpaced by Garand and Daeron sighs in relief as his knightly friend stands from the bloodied snow. "I'm glad you're alright, friend Theoden." Daeron casts a glance towards the dragon's body and shivers. "After that vicious onslaught, I was worried you'd gone to your final rest."

Daeron studies the dragon's fallen form with a mixture of relief and sadness as Theoden makes his proposal. "I'm sure the dragon did have some tales to tell, but I'm not sure they'd all be ones I'd care to hear." Shaking off the uncomfortable thought, Daeron glances at Theoden as he says, I'm inclined to agree with Garand that I would not wish to wear the hide of a sentient creature. As noted, I will not object if you wish to do so, though I'd caution you to consider what may happen should we encounter a dragon later. All this said, Pavel seems to have struck at the heart of things and I'd suggest we turn in for the evening. I believe, now that the dragon is no longer a significant threat, that I might be able to alleviate the need to climb to a degree."

Casting one last look at the fearsome Icy Scourge, Daeron wanders over to speak to Akulayok. He claps the hunter on the arms as he says, in Elven, "That was impressive shooting. It is small wonder you are one of the foremost hunters for your tribe. Did your father teach you to shoot so?"

Daeron rushes towards Theoden, calling for Manulani to bring his magical healing. But the pair are outpaced by Garand and Daeron sighs in relief as his knightly friend stands from the bloodied snow. "I'm glad you're alright, friend Theoden." Daeron casts a glance towards the dragon's body and shivers. "After that vicious onslaught, I was worried you'd gone to your final rest."

"Takes more than a mighty dragon to bring down Theoden Orrick, good Daeron." He winks, grinning.

Daeron studies the dragon's fallen form with a mixture of relief and sadness as Theoden makes his proposal. "I'm sure the dragon did have some tales to tell, but I'm not sure they'd all be ones I'd care to hear." Shaking off the uncomfortable thought, Daeron glances at Theoden as he says, I'm inclined to agree with Garand that I would not wish to wear the hide of a sentient creature. As noted, I will not object if you wish to do so, though I'd caution you to consider what may happen should we encounter a dragon later. All this said, Pavel seems to have struck at the heart of things and I'd suggest we turn in for the evening. I believe, now that the dragon is no longer a significant threat, that I might be able to alleviate the need to climb to a degree."

Pondering the wizard's opinion along with Garand's, "Yes perhaps you two are right. Fair enough. I shall the leave the fantastic beast to its icy grave. But I do believe Garand is right. We do need to find these eggs and dispose of them." His tone is a bit remorseful at the thought until another idea comes to mind, his eyes lighting up at the thought. "Or we could carry them back to the tribe and see if they would prefer to raise them. Just think of it: a group of dragons trained to guard your land from intruders! There could be no better line of defense than that, I daresay," he exclaims with utmost confidence.

"I would not trust such power to be left to that shaman. He is a bent soul, and would perhaps set them to bringing other communities woe, at great profit to himself and his followers." Garand says, not much caring if Akulayok can overhear.

"Let us rest, for the remainder of the night. No scavenger will likely trouble this kill, or even skulk so near a dragon's lair, and it's not like there will be spoilage, in this bitter cold, if any wish to carve trophies or meat from the brute."

Scratching his chin, "You do realize, my non-smiling friend, you take a great deal of fun out of my ideas with your sound logic. It's quite troubling, I assure you," he says with a raised eyebrow, a smile slowly forming. "Yes, let us return to our rest, I... wait a minute I have an even better idea! I could keep one and raise it as my own! Not that would be grand indeed!" Before he gets himself completely lost in the thought, he returns to reality and takes a peek over at Garand. Seeing the eternal stoic visage that never seems to leave his face, Theoden, strangely enough, somehow is able to read him like a book. "You know, the fact that I know that look is also quite troubling," he mumbles out loud. "Oh very well, Mr. Sound Logic, no dragons for me to keep and train then. But, it's worth a fancy of dreams don't you think?" he asks rhetorically as he gives a friendly pat on the back. "You know, Garand, one day you are going to smile, and when you do! - I'll be there waiting to make sure I catch it." He winks, nodding and grinning wryly.

Akulayok says to Daeron, "Stories of my father taught me." He approaches the glistening beast. He takes out his knife and cuts his arrows free. He rubs his hand over the dragon's scaly skin. "Good skin."

"You are good hunters," he says to the group in Elven.

Even the greatest of hunters stands no chance against the joined might of the many.

The companions, with a sense of accomplishment, having defeated one of the greatest hunters of the icy realms of the North, spend the rest of the night without further incidents, except perhaps for the freezing temperature.

Fortitude DC 11 for all.

The next day is spent exploring the crevasse. With time, ropes, skills and spells, you manage to get everybody to a set of cave located under the lip of ice. The chasm below goes down for 400 feet.

In the caves, you find broken dragon egg shells with, beside them, an Erutaki hammer.

Also, you find the dragon's hoard:
-one lesser dragon slaying arrow,
-a +2 long sword,
-a potion of protection from arrows,
-a ring of feather falling,
-a horse terra-cotta talisman,
-a wand of ray of enfeeblement (15 charges),
-a +1 light steel shield,
-a masterwork cold iron spiked gauntlet,
-a masterwork composite shortbow (+2 Strength) with 11 arrows,
-a masterwork spear,
-a climber’s kit,
-200 feet of silk rope,
-a piece of amber (worth 100 gp),
-three bloodstones (worth 50 gp each),
-a blue sapphire (worth 500 gp),
-a leather quiver decorated with winter wolf fur and tooled with Snowcaster elf designs (worth 500 gp),

And a bed made of:
-3,104 cp,
-2,521 sp,
-594 gp,
-202 pp.

At the bottom of the pit lay the rotten carcass of another dragon, somewhat smaller, and male.

This has taken you a full day of work. The temperature is much nicer here and you decide to spend the night in the caves.

Another Fortitude please, DC 11.

Pavel looks over the scene, mainly at the carcasses.
"Wow.", he finally says,"Thuh'that's f~~&in' sad... think someone bruh'broke those eggs deliberate-like to get the dragon ruh'riled up?"

Before the descent, Marak expends one or more uses of channel energy to make sure that everyone is at full health.

During the night, he will make use of his new Unity domain power, allowing each of his allies to his saving throw instead of their own on the nightly Fortitude saves, if they wish (or their own, whichever is better, or they prefer, but the decision must be made before the see the roll). With a +12, Théoden shouldn't bother, as Garand only has a +10 Fort save. :)

The roll

"If we bring this hammer back, perhaps the Erutaki can identify who made it, although I am wary of some deeper game..." Garand digs a small hole for the remains of the eggs, and buries them with a prayer that these tiny spirits wing their way to their rest.

He then turns to the more practical matters of identifying and appraising the dragon's hoard.

Again, he uses Unity, so everyone can choose to use his roll instead of rolling their own Fortitude save

The roll

Fortitude: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (19) + 9 = 28
Fortitude-Garand's: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (17) + 10 = 27

Fort1d20 + 9 ⇒ (17) + 9 = 26

Fort: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (5) + 12 = 17
Fort: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (3) + 12 = 15

Akulayok studies the erutaki club. He searches the surroundings for tracks.

Survival:1d20 + 16 ⇒ (14) + 16 = 30

"Someone break eggs. Make dragon angry."

"It appears there is murder in our midst. The question is: Who has the ability to find their way in here without the dragon noticing and at the same time able to kill its young in the process? Both are amazing feats in and of themselves. And this hammer that is of Erutaki make, seems to be a sloppy mistake by the Erutaki to leave it, wouldn't you say? A set-up, perhaps? Someone attempting to draw interest in one direction while they make their escape towards another?"

"Yeah. Thuh'that's what I was thinking. Muh'might be paranoia, but it seems like suh'somethin' the Frozen Shadows- or their master- would do."

I'll take Garand's rolls with the +10 instead of my +6. :) I'll get another post up in a couple hours.

Theoden looks to Pavel with a raised eyebrow, nodding in absolute agreement. "Not paranoia, Pavel, more like a sound theory. Being so far away I had forgotten about them but now it becomes far more clear. It appears, gentlemen, there is no place we can run with out the Shadows upon us. They, if any, would easily have the means to accomplish such a task as eliminating the eggs. The Frozen Shadows are going to haunt us until they are brought down, and brought down permanently," he states with conviction.

Akulayok has begun to understand the language of his new friends, "Shadows?"

Akulayok studies the erutaki club. He searches the surroundings for tracks.

Survival:1d20+16

"Someone break eggs. Make dragon angry."