GM PDK IRONFANG INVASION (Inactive)

Game Master Purple Dragon Knight

The rest of the night is uninterrupted. Gren and Arthur finish their guard shift, then wake Dommer and Shaman Vale up for the morning watch.

A rain begins to fall during their morning feast, and once packed, the group continues to follow the tracks they've been following.

Survival from you main tracker please.

Survival: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (9) + 12 = 21

Along the path Arthur is distracted, annoyed that he had come unprepared and had to rely on others, he tries to watch out for edibles along the path that he wouldn't be a burden again.

Survival: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (3) + 7 = 10

Grenwold assisted Shaman Vale with the task of tracking, deferring to his obvious expertise.

Auto-aid survival

The heroes manage to quickly find their quarry's footprints again and resume their tracking. After a few hours, they emerge into a clearing and witness an unusual sight. Three miniature plant persons with bodies composed of lichens and a rain cape woven from leafy growths are arranged in a circle before a boulder, listening intently to a singing performance by another plant creature. Verdant stalks entwine one another on this one, and create a humanoid shape with a giant snapdragon blossom for a head. The pitch of her voice is so high that it appears comical to some of you, but the three squat listeners are thoroughly enthralled and hang to her every word.

The listeners and the performer are all distracted at the moment and have not noticed any of you. What do you do? Map Updated

Knowledge (nature): 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (9) + 12 = 21

"Faeries." Herman spits the word like a grape seed. "But they're not the ones we're looking for - too small to handle the knife that killed the hobgoblin. Don't get involved with them and just go around."

"I agree with Herman."

knowledge (nature): 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (4) + 7 = 11

Grenwold doesn't know what the creatures are. "Forgive me for speaking out of turn, Herman, but you consider me a faerie, and I am not one, and I've helped you many times. Maybe these will help us, too?" He whispers, "we certainly could use allies and friends in the Fangwood, especially since they seem to be able to blend in quite well with the flora. Are these known to be... villainous?" He smiles at Herman, but raises his hands defensively, "I will defer to everyone's wishes, however, should you all want to leave."

"I don't know WHAT they are, but they don't look dangerous. We might ask them if they've seen anything this way? If they turn out to be hostile, I am confident we can dispatch them easily."

Dommer grunts on his usual silence and moves ahead with his bow in hands. He whispers to his companions as he stops.

We should definitely try to talk to them. One never know, and I have no prejudice against these creatures until they prove me wrong. - he limited himself to say, aware he wasn't the ideal person to try to diplomatize with them.

First 3 votes win. So far 2 votes to ignore them and 2 votes to talk to them.

Grenwold wants to talk to them, but is afraid of Herman yelling at him.

”You’re a gnome - that’s practically half-fey,”Herman snaps back. ”And even if they’re leshys, we still shouldn’t bother talking to them. Little things don’t understand flesh, or mortality for that matter. Just like fey don’t understand that when they kill someone in this world, they stay dead.”

I mean, that’s a very legit fear, and totally something Herman would do. That doesn’t mean you shouldn’t do it anyway though. XD

"For all we know they could be singing a death dirge for a fallen comrade. Even a little bit of news might be of use out here. Vale said as he slowly headed forward, saying greetings in the languages he knows.

K:Nature: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (6) + 6 = 12
Common, Draconic, Orc, Sylvan, Varisian

The three-plant audience turns towards Shaman Vale as he approaches and speaks in several languages.

"Oh, hi! I'm Billo! and this is uh.... Rej... and this one is Steff... the lady on the stage is Hessilda! pleased to meet you! How can we, uh... help you?"

"So sorry to interrupt." Vale said as he started to bow towards the lady on the stage. "Pleased to meet you Hessilda, Billo, Rej, and Steff, I am Vale. Please continue."

If they continue the performance.
"Thank you for that. I have heard the trees sing as wind blows past but I can now say that I have seen a fine performance from you my lady." Val said, applauding.

When Vale approaches, Grenwold and Ringo follow. Grenwold waves happily. "Hello! It's nice to see friendly folk here in these woods. We bear some sad and dangerous tidings - the Fangwood has been beset by hobgoblin invaders from the southwest, and that strange blight my family ran from in the far north." His eyes shine with pain at the memory, and he frowns a little.

"We came upon you while tracking some of them. . . have you seen any such creatures come this way?"

"We would be very grateful for your help!"

"Hrmph." Herman glowers, but doesn't say anything. Yet.

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (20) + 2 = 22

Using some of his knowledge of nature and interactions with other creatures, Vale made some inroads towards creating good relations between the two groups.
Good time to roll a Nat 20

The group of leshys appear friendly to the group now, and invite you to sit and rest your legs for a while so you can listen to Hessilda's performance.

Taking a seat, Val;e motioned to the others. "Come,come, sit a while and enjoy the performance."

Grenwold hops off of Ringo and sits next to Vale.

Ringo snuffs and sits within arms reach of Grenwold.

After the performance, Steff asks, "So, what brings you to this part of the woods in particular?"

”Oh I don’t know - maybe following someone’s trail!?” Herman spits. ”Not sitting on our asses?”

"Who are you following while not sitting on your arses?!?" replies Rej, thoroughly impressed, before adding to his brother Billo, "That's a great idea, by the way, if we ever need to follow someone's trail... not sitting on our arses would make us go faster I think..." Billo nods, now in deep thoughts.

"We were following the trail of some hobgoblins who have been invading and who attacked our people. . ."

Steff's eyes widen, and he says, "Hobbed goblins? now why would they go about the forest with spiked boots? liable to get mud and clay stuck on their boots they are! an' tear holes and gouge exposed roots and spread dirt on grassed areas and flowerbeds I reckon! now, this we cannot abide! If I see one of these hobbed-booted goblins about, they'll get a piece of our mind that's what!"

Billo puts a hand on Steff's shoulder to comfort him, "We're with you, brother... we're with you. Have no fear. We won't abide by such nonsense either. Luckily, the only goblins we've seen lately are tall ones, and not the hobbed-booted kind, so relax... take a deep breath..."

"When we the last time you had seen the tall gobs and which way are they traveling?" Vale asked

"Seen quite a lot of 'em going back and forth in the last week. Largest bunch went south the way you came. Only one came back though... not as tall as the others... I think she was a wee tall-gob lady. Wee... Tall... uh... I'm not so sure which one now... Anyways... she went that way... yesterday morning I think..." Billo adds, pointing towards the larger west trail.

Grenwold nods at the little fellows, "our people folk call the tall gobs hobb-goblins, at least I think we do." He realizes they've been here for a while, and stands up, hopping back onto Ringo, who stays seated for a moment, listening quietly to the exchange. "I would ask the same question that my friend here did, but also provide you an offer - if you are worried for your safety, our people have an encampment in a cave about a days walk away."

He will offer to draw them a map should they wish to hide at the settlement.

"Erm, tell them that you are friends - and that you were sent by Grenwold - they should let you in as long as you don't sneak up on them. There is a patch of mushrooms that serve as an alarm - make sure to let them know you're there before you approach the mushrooms!"

"Uh... I don't know... been around here all my life. I don't think my safety is to be worried about. We leshys can look like the rest of the forest whenever we want to... Hessilda can look like a pretty flower bed though... so I'd be worried to move her closer to your people... they're more likely to pluck flowers than the tall-gobs. Those guys don't care about flowers, and they sometimes even water the flowers with warm yellow sap... that's nice of them don't you think?"

"no, that sap does NOT sound nice at all! But these tall goblins have killed some, many actually, of our friends- they are very dangerous."

Dommer chuckled at this point, and tried his best not to show it. He was ashamed - he, himself, had numerous times watered the flowers with his own warm yellow sap. Maybe it was wrong, now that he thought about it, but such was the humble life he lived. He knew he wasn't the most social or charismatic around - he was grumpy enough, even if he wasn't rude like Herman.

"Killed friends? bad sap? oh my... uh... oh... hmmm..."

All four leshys are now in very deep thoughts. After a while, one of them says, "So, you're going after the wee tall-gob lady then? if so, be careful. There's a lot more of them where she came from, and there's biguncanoes in the area too..."

The heroes depart the strange plant creatures and continue on the hobgoblin's trail. After a few hours, they stumble on two large creatures destroying a cottage. The two creatures are one-eyed, larger than ogres, and wield axes. They roar in rage upon seeing you.

Round 1 - Bold may go.
Dommer
Large creatures
Herman
Arthur
Vale
Grenwold
Luke

The Dwarf moves instinctively, and as he stops he touches himself and feels the skin harden. He tries to avoid calling too much attention as the others get ready.

Barkskin for AC+2.

K:Nature: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (9) + 6 = 15

Knowledge (Nature): 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (11) + 7 = 18

Dommer reinforces his skin. The two brutes charge the warriors at the front, axes raised high!

Red charges Dommer vs AC22: 1d20 + 9 + 2 ⇒ (11) + 9 + 2 = 22
slashing dmg: 3d6 + 12 ⇒ (4, 6, 6) + 12 = 28
Blue charges Arthur vs FFAC18: 1d20 + 9 + 2 ⇒ (7) + 9 + 2 = 18
slashing dmg: 3d6 + 12 ⇒ (6, 2, 3) + 12 = 23

The brutes bury their greataxes deep into Dommer and Arthur, intent on killing them both before sundown, since supper is approaching!

Round 1 - Bold may go.
Large creatures
Herman
Arthur -23
Vale
Grenwold
Luke
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Round 2 - Bold may go only after Round 1 PCs have gone or Friday 11am Eastern time, whichever comes sooner
Dommer -28 [barkskin +2]

I'm assuming the party was at full HP before this fight; however almost all of you are still showing some wounds still present in your header; if those are accurate, Dommer is at 0 HP (disabled) right now.

Looking at the closer foe, Vale proceeded to try to have the creature fall asleep at their feet so they will only have to fight them one at a time.

Slumber hex at Blue. DC 17 Will.

Blue WillDC17: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (9) + 7 = 16

The one near Arthur and Luke suddenly falls to the ground and begins to snore loudly.

Round 1 - Bold may go.
Dommer
Large creatures [red fine, blue asleep]
Vale
Herman
Arthur -23
Grenwold
Luke
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Round 2 - Bold may go only after Round 1 PCs have gone or Friday 11am Eastern time, whichever comes sooner
Dommer -28 [barkskin +2]

”Great, now we’re getting dragged into this mess too?” Herman steps to the side and glares at the still-awake giant. ”Hurry up and die so we can keep moving.”

5 ft step to get within 30 ft of Red and Evil Eye to give it a -2 penalty to AC for 8 rounds (Will 17 to reduce duration to 1 round).

Edit: I missed that one was asleep, I will not wake it up

Arthur grunts and begins moving around the other side of the not sleeping creature.

Move action to move 30 ft; standard action for total Defense for +4 AC

I was down 3 from the tree troll fight- but if my night's rest regain happened after that I was full? So I'm either at 7 or 4 depending on that answer

I had made sure my hit points were correct.

Grenwold is startled by the large creatures, but frowns, muttering, something to himself, and gesturing.

Cast burst of radiance, targeting only the red creature.

burst of radiance damage (no save if evil/no damage if not evil), DC 14 reflex save or be blinded: 4d4 ⇒ (2, 3, 3, 1) = 9

He then gestures slightly and his own skin hardens like Ringo's.

Swift Action - Animal focus (turtle) on Grenwold.

He and Ringo then wheel around, avoiding the prone giant-like creature, and getting behind the strange monster. He draws his longsword as he goes, and moves in to attack, flanking with Dommer. Though it doesn't do anything because Dommer uses a bow mostly, and Grenwold is always flanking. :D Note that this should provoke from the enemy IF it wasn't blinded by the burst of radiance.

Ringo snuffs as he approaches the dangerous axe-creature, and tries to gore it, especially trying to befuddle the creature's legs.

[dice=gore attack (counts as cold iron), outflank, power attack (tangling attack, foe is evil-eyed (-2 AC))]1d20+4+4-1[/dice]
gore damage, power attack: 1d8 + 1 + 3 ⇒ (3) + 1 + 3 = 7

If hit, the enemy is entangled for one round: The character is ensnared. Being entangled impedes movement, but does not entirely prevent it unless the bonds are anchored to an immobile object or tethered by an opposing force. An entangled creature moves at half speed, cannot run or charge, and takes a –2 penalty on all attack rolls and a –4 penalty to Dexterity. An entangled character who attempts to cast a spell must make a concentration check (DC 15 + spell level) or lose the spell.