Lleidr |
Hello, all, I'm back and feeling sober(ish) and (kinda) responsible again.
Stealth: 1d20 + 16 ⇒ (13) + 16 = 29, +2 for being close to Ned
Perception: 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (20) + 13 = 33, +2 for being close to Ned
ziltmilt |
You see a particularly ugly fellow skulking about the trees edging the farm's property. His grotesquely deformed head resembles a giant pumpkin on the right side—a huge puffy mass of tumors and overgrown bone giving his head a lopsided look.
He appears to be busy, wiping the blade of a massive hook against a rotting log. The firepelt cougar tenses and begins a low growl.
Nicholae Szabo |
Sorry... I'm back in the woods with the horses. Thats up for Ned and Lleidr to decide but if you want my opinion, we're not really prepared for an assault just yet.
Oh and on that note, I've a bunch of inlaws staying with us for a month who just arrived so posting from me is gonna be flaky as I'll be driving miss daisy for them for the next few weeks (had to burn my annual leave).
Lleidr |
"Hey! My mom says I'm the best looking halfling in Wartle...after my dad, of course."
I've gotten a little turned around. Are we just west and a bit north of Claybottom? If so, this could be the notorious Graul family. That one certainly looks to have ogre or something in his background. And if Selia is correct about this firepelt cougar being a druid or ranger's animal companion, it's reaction doesn't speak well of Pumpkinhead.
On the other hand, the last time we saw a firepelt cougar companion, it was hanging out with that goblin druid from Thistletop...
Lleidr thinks we should try sneaking around a bit more, see if there are any others around, then we can buff up and attack if necessary.
ziltmilt |
Lleidr, correct on the geography. you are north and west of Claybottom Lake.
The pumpkin headed fellow dashes over to his field of sickly corn, chasing away a flock of crows.
"Git outta here, you stinkin' magpies!" he yells, waving his arms like a madman.
Shortly after that outburst, you hear a deep voice singing a crude ditty about eating kittens. This voice is coming from the south, headed towards the farm.
"Hey, Crowfood! Seen that big stinkin' cat sneakin' 'round? That blamed varmint got away from me!"
Lleidr |
I hate to do this with the players of our two most diplomatic characters on limited availability, but Lleidr's not much of an interrogator. He'll move off from the group a bit into the trees (say 30' to stay within sneak attack range), ready his short bow and Arcane Strike ability, and wait.
Stealth: 1d20 + 16 ⇒ (20) + 16 = 36, +2 from proximity to Ned
ziltmilt |
At the sound of Ned's voice, the one named 'Crowfood' whips his head round towards Ned, his lower face twisted into a snarl.
The speaker south of the party is soon in sight - he comes blundering around the bend of the trail, brandishing an evil looking spear and with a pack of snarling hounds round his feet.
"I's huntin' cat, but found some men with it and then horses to boot!. And right pretty wimin. Crowfood, we's havin' some fun toniiight!"
Initiative:
Cougar
Lleidr - you're Stealthed away
Shelalu
Nich
Ned
Selia
Grauls
The cougar zips south of the party, making a beeline for the lead hound, and crashes into it, its body wrapped around the dog. The dog yelps in surprise and fear as its body smacks into the ground.
Lleidr |
Lleidr will hold his action, waiting for Crowfood to come closer. If he gets within 30', Lleidr will take his held action, hitting his weapons with Arcane Strike and shooting an arrow at the...whatever the heck he is.
Short bow: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (6) + 10 = 16
damage: 1d4 + 0 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 0 + 1 = 3
Nicholae Szabo |
Cant get the map to work
Nicolae tethers the horses with one movement and casts bull strength on himself with the next.
Ned Rodan |
I'm not sure what I'm looking at on the map. As you say, it's zoomed out a ways. It looks to me like Ned will have to charge to get an attack in...
greatsword: 1d20 + 11 + 2 + 2 - 2 ⇒ (14) + 11 + 2 + 2 - 2 = 27 (Bear strength, charge, power attack)
damage: 2d6 + 4 + 2 + 4 ⇒ (4, 3) + 4 + 2 + 4 = 17
ziltmilt |
Graal Woods, Round 1
Shelalu looses an arrow at a hound, racing towards the party, then steps sideways into the trees, blending into their cover.
Nich is now blessed with divinely increased strength, and the horses are tethered to nearby trees.
Ned runs towards the pumpkin-headed Crowfood, smashing into him with his sword. Crowfood curses and takes a step back from the furious assault.
NOTE - got clarification on what Parthen is doing - he's spraying the south-approaching villains with magic missiles.
Selia summons a creature from deepest myth whose presence causes your foes faces to fall in dismay. A unicorn leaps forward, coming around to flank Pumpkinhead.
Lleidr fires at Crowfood, who dodges the arrow.
Crowfood swings about, wielding an ugly, over-sized hook with deadly expertise (20 dmg to the unicorn, 18 to Ned). The hounds and Rukus run toward the south end of the party; Rukus is close enough to grab at Parthen's cloak!
Ned Rodan |
"Good morning sir, do you have time to take a short survey?"
greatsword: 1d20 + 11 - 2 + 2 + 2 ⇒ (16) + 11 - 2 + 2 + 2 = 29 (power attack, flank, bull st)
Damage: 2d6 + 4 + 4 + 2 ⇒ (6, 1) + 4 + 4 + 2 = 17
greatsword: 1d20 + 6 - 2 + 2 + 2 ⇒ (9) + 6 - 2 + 2 + 2 = 17 (power attack, flank, bull st)
Damage: 2d6 + 4 + 4 + 2 ⇒ (2, 3) + 4 + 4 + 2 = 15
Lleidr |
Lleidr will move out of the trees to get a better view of the melee and fire a magic missile from his wand at Crowfood.
auto-hit
damage: 1d4 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 1 = 3
ziltmilt |
Graul Woods, Round 2
Kibb fights with unchained ferocity, badly mauling two of the dogs.
Shelalu flings her bow to the side and slashes wildly with her short sword, trying to keep the hounds at bay.
Nich rushes to engage Crowfood.
Ned delivers a devestating attack on Crowfood, but his second thrust is parried with the great hook, wielded with monstrous strength.
Parthen takes a step back from the second ogrish fellow, and now there are 4 Parthens, each moving in perfect synchronization.
Selia's unicorn bats away at Crowfood, hitting him with a glancing blow. Selia fires a bolt from her crossbow, hitting the ogrish man square in the chest. He pulls it out and tosses it to the ground. "Found one o' you's hairpins, darlin'."
Lleidr flings an arcane bolt at Crowfood.
The hound previously pinned to the ground by Kibb tries to stand, only to have its throat ripped out. The two remaining hounds leap and snap at Shelalu, but the elven woman has the better reach with her sword, and she keeps them at bay.
"The durn cat's bein' a whole mess a trouble." The misshapen newcomer steps over to Kibb and spears the poor beast, driving his weapon right through its body. The cougar cries out and then is silent.
"Trespassin' on muh land. Mammy won't like it. Mammy'll git you all." Crowfood's anger begins to give way to dismay and he spits out the last sentence like a curse. His hook lashes out and tears into the unicorn, who vanishes at once. Crowfood brings the hook around to his other side on top of Ned (39 dmg).