One of the lizardfolk collapses, snoring, into the dirt before he can advance. The other one is still standing, though.
Sorry to go out of order but I'll be driving all day so I thought I'd hop in on my phone.
"Whoa there Cammy! Whoa boy! I'm up here!"
But Cammy doesn't notice... or maybe doesn't care? Hank clings on for dear life as Big C double moves as close to the lizards as possible, galloping through the gas if necessary.
Phedran's arrow whistles across the clearing and lands with a satisfying thud in one of the lizardmen's shoulder. However, he is still on his feet.
Not seeming to notice his sleeping comrade, he steps forward and hurls his javelin at Cammy, while Hank hangs onto his back.
The javelin doesn't score a direct hit, but does manage to scrape along the camel's flank and leave a small wound.
Alright well Belliken is going to cast sleep on this Lizard again. Finally having a useful spell he can use at range he is eager to help out.
The remaining lizardfolk crumples to the ground, snoring.
Alright let's tie these fellas up and figure what's going on round here
Hank reels in Cammy as best he can, "Whoa boy! Don't eat the sleepy lizards! Good job, Bellie! Got 'em down for the count counting sheep and whatnot."
Hank proceeds to do what he can to help secure the lizardfolk--he's got some rope, at least.
Cammy looks disappointed. He'd wanted to try lizard. "Skronk..."
Phedran you look pretty handy, mind taking a stab at tying up these scoundrels? Iff'n not I could tie 'em up with animate rope.
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Phedran grabs one ends of the rope from Hank, and assists in binding the captive lizardfolk.
If your target is immobilized, unconscious, or otherwise incapacitated, your maneuver automatically succeeds (treat as if you rolled a natural 20 on the attack roll).
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If you have your target pinned, otherwise restrained, or unconscious, you can use rope to tie him up. This works like a pin effect, but the DC to escape the bonds is equal to 20 + your Combat Maneuver Bonus (instead of your CMD).
Nice job, those look nice 'n tight. Shall we wake them and squeeze some information out of them?
Belliken walks up to one and slaps him in the face.
Why did you attack us
"Wow, Bellie might have hit that scalefolk a lil' harder than strictly needed there. On th'other hand, Bellie could hit hard as he can an' still not do too much to a big ol' liz like that. I give him points for that hit though, such as it was. Hit points." Hank muses to himself.
Unfortunately, mounting Cammy caused his hoverboard to wink out of existence. "Gosh that was fun. Wonder if druid magic has somewhat like it."
Thinking of his wizard gifts, he realizes that his unseen servant is still out there somewhere. "Julus! Julus come here you lazy ol' butt-ler!"
Sure enough, a tankard of ale is gliding slowly toward the party through the fog of the swamp gas. "Help our pal Bellie wake up these lizards. Give 'em the ol' splash-awake."
Regardless of whether the lizardfolk has already been awakened by Belliken's tender ministrations, Julus empties the contents of the tankard onto the lizard's face using the classic splash-water-on-the-fainting-lady motion.
As the lizardfolk is woken up, he spits in Belliken's face and struggles against the ropes.
However, he is unsuccessful.
"I reck it'll be nice if they do but didn't ya say you could sprek the dragon talk, Pheddy? I mean if they can't talk common you can talk that less common talk."
"I got such smart friends!"
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"আমরা সবুজ মসৃণ স্কিন খুঁজছেন, আমরা তারা এই জমি মাধ্যমে পূর্ব এসেছিলেন বিশ্বাস।. আমাদের বলুন, এবং আমরা আপনাকে মুক্ত করতে হবে।."
Phedran draws his rapier, and places the point at the throat of the spitter. "বা ব্লেড দ্বারা মরা, কীট."
"... or die by our blades, worms."
Phedran can tell that his threat has sufficiently frightened the lizardfolk.
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"তথ্যের জন্য ধন্যবাদ. তারপর আমরা আমাদের শিকারের জন্য অনুসন্ধান চালিয়ে যাব।"
Phedran stands up, sheathes his rapier, and turns back to the party. "While they've seen no orcs per se, they say that there was loud and loutish movement in these parts, some time ago. They came to investigate the noise, and saw us. Simply a misunderstanding. "
He unsheathes a dagger from his belt, and gestures with it over his shoulder, cognizant that the lizardmen might see it as the means to their end.
"Shall we let them go? I see no reason to slay them in cold blood, even if.. they're... well, cold blooded. How should we avoid any treachery on their part?"
Make them walk into that gas, that'll teach em a bit of a lesson
"Aww well, I'm with Phed. Let 'em go, gods know we started tryin' to kill the folks that showed up in our back yard soon's they'd got there. Course they were not just passin' through, but ya know. Let's get on the road, this place stinks."
Indeed, the gas is offending both halfling and noble steed. Not that they aren't used to a little biologically based offgassing in the course of a normal day, but this is a bit much. Sickening, really.
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As a druid from a farming community on the edge of a deciduous forest, Hank is unaccustomed to the environment around him... his mind wanders from the task at hand. While Belliken and Phedran are busy terrifying the lizards, Hank pauses to listen to the birds--some familiar, some strange.
"I wonder if that's a uh... heron or whatnot? The big scary ones what are high as a hobbit? With bony legs and what skewer fish and bad children with their bills, like ma'd tell me at nights? Said to live in these swamps."
Hank shivers at the recollection of those terrifying tales. He pulls his feet nervously out of the mud, one after the other, sinking slightly with each motion. It's still stinky. It's hot. Cammy looks grouchy (at least that's normal). Sofia is so quiet, seems like she might be sick, Hank hopes she's alright and will be back to her jolly combat self soon. It's dark here under the canopy of branches. The bugs seem to have found their way around the swamp gas and are gaining temporary hitpoints by casting Vampiric Touch over and over again. Or at least it feels that way.
"Shoulda sold that dragon sword and quit while we were ahead, I reck. I'd be at the tavern now, drinkin' wormwood porter, and that'd be the blackest and most bitter thing I'd have to deal with all day. Oh well. We'll be moving along soon."
The lizardfolk vanish into the surrounding trees. You manage to pick up the orcs' trail again, and follow it.
After about fifteen more minutes of trekking through the swamp, swatting mosquitoes, and avoiding deep mud, you see a change in scenery up ahead. An opening in a squat cliff face is shrouded in darkness, as the trees here are no less dense than earlier. In front of it, something reminds you of one of your first battles as a group- there is a large swath of land covered in webbing. Nearby lie small skeletons of various animals.
Belliken and Phedran recognize that, for the most part, the animals who met their end here are not native to this area, but rather to areas miles away.
"I reck it's fate that sends us to these spider caves. Too bad that sword's not spider bane. It'd be more useful 'round the house to boot."
Somethin' ain't right here. These bones ain't from native buggers. Something dragged or flew em in.
Something else you've noticed is that the tracks of the orcs go straight through the webs. It's hard to see them where the webbing is denser, but the trail just passes through, without any obvious signs of a struggle.
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"Hrm. Either the orcs have some sort of kinship or dominion over the spiders, or it's just a matter of time. The orcs trampled through here, taking no care to cover their tracks, and the spiders simply spun these webs moments later." Phedran examined the webbing. "Either way, we now have two bestial menaces to deal with now."
Who wants to hack and slash through these hrrr webs first? I could burn them but I am running low on juice meself.
"Mayhaps they chucked those critters in as a sorta gift to the spiders. I'm not opposed to helpin' a spider get a meal. I don't have any good spider food on me but I reck I could summon up someone to test it--though I can only keep 'em goin' for a round because I'm not much of a druid really."
"Honest now I think of it I don't think a summon will do the trick. Wish we weren't in a hurry and could track down a rat or somewhat. Shoulda kept those lizard fellers, I reck (I kid, I kid!). I guess we could do a little hunt for something more filling than a planar dire rat that'd wink out after a quick second. But we're also in a hurry. Dunno."
Sounds about right, let's get to it then
"Makes me right nervous but yep here goes."
Phedran kneels down and begins cutting through the thick webbing with his knife. He has cut through some of the strands when he feels them vibrate. Looking up, he sees an enormous spider nearly 12 feet long creeping out of the cave.
The spider recoils from the flames of Phedran's bomb, which burn away a large swath of webs, and hurls a net of webbing towards him.
The webs land, and Phedran finds himself trapped underneath the thick strands. The spider creeps through the webs towards him.
Sofia draws her dragonbane blade and steps forward.
"Spider, spider! It's a spider agin!" Hank scampers back and out of the way, five foot stepping diagonally to the southwest.
"Get 'em, Cammy! Get 'em!" he hollers, reaching over to cast Guidance on his faithful companion.