GM Michael's Giantslayer

Game Master Dread

Storm still held Daktani's ankle and bit hard shaking fiercely causing the half orc to cry out as blood starting spurting out of his leg.

Rory spun Thistle to go towards the Troll, while he spun and stabbed out at the orc. thistle got ahold of the meaty part of the tolls thigh and bit hard. Rorys blade found the orc piercing his chest, blood running from the arterial wound.

Imara sees that both the Orc and Daktani are bleeding out but knows that orcs have a way of staying conscious for a short period after a fatal wound because of their ferocious nature. She steps over Brynias body and threatens Daktani to stay put as she drives her blade into the Orc stopping him from being a threat in his final moments. Her sword going up under his chin and piercing his brain. He drops to the ground lifeless

I didnt make you use your hero point. but did let your threat to Daktani stand because of his orc ferocity, he will be awake 1r. I kept your crit to keep the other orc from doing anything on his last round. remember orc ferocity. you have to completely kill them beyond their con to keep them from using it for that last round.

Rydell stays where he is and hacks at the arms of the troll and slices into one with redoubled effort.

Shel spun and ran down the hall and around the corner coming to a halt a short distance from the battle, her hand in her satchel looking for the scroll to heal Imara.

Ovril puts his hands on Rydell a white glow coming from them as several claw marks fade to pink flesh

Daktani tries to crawl away from Storm. Ive put an arrow on the map of Daktani's intended path and end point if hes allowed to crawl away. Storm, Thistle, Rory and Imara can all take an attack of opportunity if you desire

Ghaer roars in pain and spins on Rory and Thistle attacking both. 1 claw each. His attacks flailed about with no effect.

claw vs Thistle: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (7) + 6 = 131d6 + 2 ⇒ (1) + 2 = 3
claw vs Rory: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (7) + 6 = 131d6 + 2 ⇒ (1) + 2 = 3

Initiative Order bold may go
26-Ghaer
21-Rory
15-Imara
15-Rydell
9-Shel
6-Ovril
6-Daktani
5-Orc-Dead

Shel draws her last healing scroll from her satchel and activates it, the same soothing blue-green phantasmal water washing over Imara and closing many of her recent wounds.

CLW Scroll: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (5) + 1 = 6

Phoenix attempts to impale the giant on his adamantine beak, but his tiny feathery body is too small to reach his foe and he shrieks in frustration.

Seeing Daktani still moving, Rory spins Thistle around as the wolf bites at him, Rory tries to rake him with rapier telling Storm, "Storm attack! Don't let that half orc leave." Storm obeys and harries Daktani.

As Thistle spins, Rory, using his legs, guides her to the corner, telling her "Wait Thistle Wait!" Looking at Imara he asks, "Imara Flank the troll?"

Waiting until Imara steps across, Rory then nudges Thistle, "Attack girl!" While Thistle bites at the trolls legs, he trusts his rapier at the beasts face. Hitting nothing with his sword, Rory smiles as Storm bits into Daktani's leg again and Thistle bites the troll dragging it to the ground.

AOO's on Daktani
Storm: AOO: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (18) + 2 = 20 for damage: 1d6 + 1 ⇒ (6) + 1 = 7
Rory: AOO: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (8) + 5 = 13 for damage: 1d4 ⇒ 3
Thistle:AOO: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (6) + 2 = 8 for damage: 1d6 + 1 ⇒ (5) + 1 = 6

Storm attack Daktani again. Thistle/Rory 5 ft step, delay until Imara moves, attack: flank
Storm: attack: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (9) + 2 = 11for damage: 1d6 + 1 ⇒ (6) + 1 = 7
Rory: attack: 1d20 + 5 + 2 ⇒ (6) + 5 + 2 = 13 for damage: 1d4 ⇒ 3
Thistle: 1d20 + 2 + 2 ⇒ (20) + 2 + 2 = 24 for damage: 1d6 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 1 = 5 trip: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (20) + 2 = 22

Thistle:Crit: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (5) + 2 = 7 for damage: 1d6 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 1 = 5

Thank you, Shel! As Imara's wounds heal, Daktani attempts to flee and Rory and the wolves savage him. A feeling of immense sadness passes over her. It all seems so surreal. Daktani made his choices and put himself in this position, but it is still tragic. She hears Rory call to her and comes back to the battle at hand.

A quick step to the side and she has the troll flanked. Finally feeling like she's hit her stride and experiencing a rush of adrenaline from beating the orc, Imara takes advantage of the troll's focus on Rydell and drives both weapons up under his ribcage.

Attack shortsword: 1d20 + 1 + 2 ⇒ (12) + 1 + 2 = 15 Damage: 1d6 + 1d6 ⇒ (6) + (2) = 8
Attack dagger: 1d20 + 1 + 2 ⇒ (13) + 1 + 2 = 16 Damage: 1d4 + 1d6 ⇒ (3) + (2) = 5

Finally some decent hits! And thanks, GM Michael - I am happy with how you resolved her last action given the confusion. I had forgotten about orc ferocity.

Rory and his wolves stop Daktani as he tries to crawl to freedom. his lifeless body lay savaged next to his sisters.

Thistle grabs the ankle of The Flood Troll and pulls it from his feet, and Imar takes advantage of the situation by slashing the creature open from chin to navel.

a muffled voice nearby says Help Help you recognize it as being Othden.

combat over.

Seeing Imara finish off the troll after Thistle dragged it to the ground, Rory calls out. "Well done Imara." As Thistle releases her hold on the apparently nasty tasting Troll, she gives Rory a glare, Laughing at his wolf, he pats her on the neck, "You too girl." Seeing the young male bound over wagging it's tail, he pats Storm on the head. "And you did good too. I'll make sure to find an extra bone for each of you."

Pausing, Rory hears the muffled voice, "Didn't they say something about killling the boy as well? That sounds like Othden." Bent over the saddle listening carfully, he guides Thistle with his knees trying to find where they may have hid the boy.

perception: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (9) + 11 = 20

Ive circled the door that everyone can tell the muffled voice is coming from.

Phoenix relinquishes control of Rydell as the troll falls. He flutters to the ground, his tiny form easily fitting through the bars. He climbs atop the fallen troll and struts back and forth, arrogently clucking and bobbing his head. You fool! Those bars were not built to protect me from you, they were built to protect you from me!

Hearing Othden's muffled voice coming from the other end of the room, Rory calls out as he turns Thistle that direction "Hold on Othden, were coming."

While he rides Thistle over to the door, Storm, having not been told to sit or stay, moves over near Imara, wagging his tail and licking her hand.

In the mean time, Rory checks the door for traps and then tries to open it.

Will take 10 (21) on perception for traps if it's clear he will open the door

Rory spends precious minutes looking over the door for any sort of trap before unlocking it to revel Othden tied up and looking tired and disheveled next to an old furnace.. a pile of coal on the south wall next to the furnace. Ash and some fallen rubble lie in the room where the chimney collapsed.

Shel stows the double-length of now blank parchment in its tube and deposits it in her satchel so the parchment may be reused. She slowly approaches the body of Brynia, stepping carefully so as not to tread on any other traps in her bare feet. Kneeling down at her fellow half-orcs side, she sees if anything can be done for the poor woman.

What's everyone's health at? Have one channel left for the day.

Storm is down 4 HP, don't use the channel on his account.

Seeing Othden's tied up in the room, Rory, telling Thistle to sit, dismounts his wolf. Telling the boy, "Give me just a moment Othden, let's make sure there are no surprises." Searching around the bound boy Rory checks for boobytraps they may have placed around him. He then draws out his kukri and begins to cut the boy loose.

Take 10 (21) searching around him, if no traps will cut loose

Shel kneels down and checks Brynia, she is of course dead. Her throat sliced by a hopeknife. The Orc next to her is dead as well, Brynia's hopeknife next to his hand. Daktani is dead, and she can tell he was well equipped.

Rory moves in slowly, checking things out before cutting Othden free. Who groans and stands on shaky feet because of being in 1 position far too long. Hes covered in bruises and has a black eye. He hugs Rory muttering Thank you Thank you. I think they killed Brynia

Nodding, Rory answers, "Your right Othden, they did. Are you well enough to travel? Did you hear anything? We will need to report to the city elders. tell us what happened and we'll decide if you should come with us to report instead of just going home." Mounting back on Thistle as she licks the boys hands.

Othden begins talking I can walk. Hurting. But can walk. The day of the festival I had seen Vorum and Daktani talking and they said something about meeting someone named Skreed here at the plague house. I thought that strange. Decided to follow them. I should have told someone. But I wanted to show Ruby I was brave and useful. They saw me. Vorum beat me and asked me who Id told. Daktani insisted they keep me alive, because I could be used against Ruby during the 'attack' he said. They kidnapped Brynia. She told me. They kept her tied up with me. They had used some poison on her to knock her out. Daktani was trying to convince her to 'join them' She refused. Said she wouldnt betray Trunau. She was so Brave. Spit in his face once too. That got her hit a few times. They had brought her out just a little bit ago. I heard Daktani talking to someone he called Ghaer who was a representative of Skreed. Bringing orders. I heard her scream. It was horrible. I thought I was next...until I heard you guys out here fighting.

Imara rushes into the room with Othden. "Is he alright?" She sees him standing and relating his experience to Rory and visibly relaxes. Thank the gods he's not dead. Having him hear changes everything, though.

"We need to get him out of here. What if this Skreed comes back? We're not exactly in the greatest shape ourselves."

She is four hit points down.

Calling back to Imara, "Yeah, he seems ok." Riding Thistle out into the room, "If Skreed comes back we'll kill him too. Good shape or not, before we go we need to find as much as we can about what they were planning."

He dismounts Thistle and calls Storm over. Storm stops in front of Rory licking his face. Making sure the wolf is paying attention, Rory points to Othden. "Storm, protect Othden, do you understand?" Wagging his tail, Storm trots over to the boy and licks his face tail still wagging.

Turning toward Daktani, he searches the dead half orc, then goes to the bodies of the orc and troll searching them as well.

takes 10 (22) on perception doing the searches

Looking over Daktani's gear Rory sees a well made Morningstar, a normal shortsword and his hopeknife inscribed by Brynia "with love for my brother', a potion of cure light wounds, a potion of passwithout trace, a potion of vanish, 2 smoke pellets, a tangleburn bag, leather armor 5 normal daggers, a thin and flexible cotton cord wrapped several times around his waist. A few Alchemically treated coals, a crowbar, some thieves picks and tools, a garnet (valued at 50GP) and a purse with 30gp in it. Then besides Brynias body is the hope knife Roderick gave her it bears the inscription 'My Love'. Additionally Rory can see a number of items on the bookshelf in the room now that hes looking around. Several books in various states of damage about the Iomedae, including 'The Acts of Iomedae' Holy sciripture. am ounce bottle laabled sovereign glue. 2 does of universal solvent, 50' feet of silk rope, a disguise kit partially used (6 uses left)another set of thieves tools, a nobles outift, a signet ring worth 50gold and several bags of coins. (237 gold, 155 silver, 55 copper).

Shel spits on Daktani's corpse. "The only thing worse than a coward is a traitor!" Life in the badlands is hard. There are always those who believe they can enrich themselves by selling out their friends and family.

Phoenix plucks out the traitors' eyeballs so he cannot find his way in the afterlife. Bring me this Skreed. Phoenix clucks, spreading his wings to make himself look larger. The spirits shall pass judgment on him!

So, we're staying then? Imara looks uneasily at Othden. What if we can't keep him safe? She quickly weights their options. Othden is at risk here, but if go back too soon and cannot stop an attack...that's the whole town under threat. She sighs heavily, then says to Rory, "I don't like it, but I see your point."

To Shel, she says, "I can't say I disagree with you, Shel. He killed his own sister. Maybe not literally, but close enough. A great sadness descends upon her as she moves to help Rory search the corpses. Despite their situation, she finds herself growing more and more excited at their amazing find.

Do you see this?! A potion of Vanish! That's amazing! A tangleburn bag! Oooo, look at all the daggers! And sovereign glud AND solvent! I'm going to need a bigger bag! We will be able to put all of this to good use. It still doesn't tell us what we're after, though... She looks to Othden. "Did you ever see or hear this Skreed? Or anyone other than the four of them and us? Do you think he's already come?

While she waits for Othden to answer, she looks down at all of the weapons they just pulled in, then adds, "What is your weapon of choice, Sir? Do you prefer a sword or a dagger? Maybe both? She picks up the shortsword and a dagger and holds them out to Othden, hilt first.

After her rage subsides a small amount, Shel asks the spirits to reveal to her any magic in the area.

Phoenix begins to dance and cluck on Daktani's corpse, cursing his soul for his cowardly and evil acts.

Cast Detect Magic.

The cord around Daktanis waist and curiously enough Bynias Hope Knife glow with arcane auras

Ovril is glad that Rory is doing the work he doesn't want to: scouring the bodies of the dead for information and valuables. He is less glad about what Phoenix does next, but he has seen and heard about worse punishments. After all, the Varisians treat those who betray family and lovers in ways worse than Phoenix can possibly ever imagine.

"We can't stay here. It's clear Trunau will soon be under attack, and every second of preparation to fend off this attack will matter. I'm no soldier nor mercenary, but this much I do know. We ought to wrap up the bodies of our friends and bring them with us. There might still be plenty to be seen and found down here, but I really believe that we ought to warn the town now."

It feels weird/odd leaving so much of the dungeon(?) unexplored, but the threat of an attack makes me want to haul ass back to town and warn the leaders of what's about to come.

While Storm happily follows around Othden, licking his hand and trying to get the boy to play with him. Thistle huffs at the pups complete lack of self respect, paying attention as if what Rory is doing was of the utmost importance. Rory having layed out the items from the body, chuckles as Imara begins passing them out. Remembering that he is as much druid as warrior, yeah I really keep forgetting that he casts detect magic on the ger as well telling the others, "I usually keep the wolves gear light, but if we need Storm to carry some of this we can."

Looking at Imara, I miss typed earlier Rory thinks aloud. "This Ghaer is a representative of the Skreed." He pauses for a moment trying to remember all he'd heard of the Skreed. While Othden begins moving towards Imara to select a weapon, he tells the boy, "Othden, help us gather this stuff up."

He turns to Ovril as he mounts Thistle, partially agreeing. "Your right Ovril, we need to let the elders know an attack is imminent." He shakes his head. "I'd rather spend the time making sure there is no more information here, than take the time to wrap or carry the bodies. The information we may find will prevent more dead." He looks towards Imara, then Shel, and finally Rydel. "But I will do what the group thinks best."

Lore (Hold of Belkzen) the Skreed: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (17) + 5 = 22

Shel uses her rarely utilized knowledge of magic items to try and identify the magical properties of the two magical items. Normally she would consult with Phoenix but the spirit animal is still busy casting his curse.

Spellcraft Knife: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (13) + 9 = 22
Spellcraft Cord: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (7) + 9 = 16

Rydell walks around to the other room after a few moments of composing himself. He is bleeding rather heavily from several gashes, but does not allow so much as a limp to hamper his steps. Seeing Rory looking over the bodies Rydell moves to search the room.

perception: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (10) + 9 = 19

down 9 hp IIRC

The items will certainly be useful. Though, I think perhaps the hope knives should remain with the fallen... I say we continue here. If there is to be an attack today... a few hours of preparation will do little to change the outcome. Though perhaps sending someone to give word to the town would be wise as well.

Rory remembers hearing of a particularly troublesome Half-Orc named Gorewillow Skewed. He has mercenary tendencies, operates out of Freedom Town and is reputed to be a master of disguise and infiltration.

Looking over the two items Shel has separated she's unsure of the cord which appears to be a magical belt. Hopeknives arent magical.so it's confusing to her this one may have gained it's magic through supernatural means but as she's looking at it another inscription just appears along it's blade.

Bryinia's Love
The blooded blade of this hopeknife bears the inscription “my love” in stark silver and glows with light equivalent to a light spell when drawn. Brinya’s Love is a +1 dagger infused with the soul of the fallen hero Rodrik Grath and of his fiancee Brinya Kelver. Once per day on command, the wielder can grant the weapon the ghost touch weapon special ability for 1 minute. During this time, Brinya’s Love sheds light equivalent to a daylight spell and the wielder gains a +3 sacred bonus to his CMD against disarm and sunder attempts directed at the hopeknife.

Imara sighs. It's a hard decision. I agree that taking the time to finish checking out the church will not have a major impact on an attack...if one is coming today. She glances at Othden and lowers her voice, However, we are beaten and battered and I believe our spellcasters are spent. And we have Othden to think of. Can we keep him safe if we run into something else? The town will certainly be worse off it we don't make it back at all. We have a lot more information now that we came with. And come back tomorrow after a rest if nothing has happened yet.

Just confirming - is "Skewed" at autcorrect of "Skreed"?

Does Shel share what she learns about the dagger?

Skreed

Shel gasps, almost dropping the Hope Knife when the spirits within the blade call to her. Clutching the dagger to her chest, she whispers "The spirits of Brinya and Rodrick are held within this blade! I've never seen anything like this!" Powerful shaman would often leave fragments of their spirit on important personal posessions, but Brinya and Roderick were not powerful shaman. As far as Shel knew, they were normal mortals. She rocks back and forth, quietly chanting a prayer to guide the lost lovers to the afterlife and protect them from evil spirits that would stand in their way.

Phoenix stops his cursed dance, hopping over to Shel and laying his head against the Hope Knife, cooing reverently in time with Shel's chanting.

As Shel explains what has rocked her so, and bewilderment washes over the half-orc's face, Ovril stumbles upon a possible explanation. "... we are in a place once dedicated to the Lady Iomedae. Perhaps it is She who blessed the item so, in remembrance of the love and duty shown by Brinya and Roderick? I'd like to believe so."

Having licked Othden's hand several times, Storm sniffs around the small room the boy had been locked in.

Meanwhile Rory helps load the equipment, switches his attention back and forth from listening to Ovril as he tries to reason out the magic and Shel who seemed to be praying for the safe journey of the two lovers. Looking at Imara he breaths a sigh and rolls his eyes, whispering. "I fear Orcs at our gates will keep us from searching outside the wall tomorrow. You are right we are not at a hundred percent. If you think we should go, I will abide by that ."

perception: Storm: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (6) + 8 = 14

Imara stares at Shel in horror. "They're in the blade? As in, trapped in there?" Ovril's comment calms her slightly. "Oh...well...maybe...could it be a good thing? I hate the idea of them being trapped in there somehow."

Rory's comment once again brings her back to their immediate situation. She looks at Othden. "Othden. What more do you know? Think carefully. Anything could be important. Did they say anything about when this attack might be? You said Skreed himself was supposed to come here? But he hasn't yet? Do you think anyone else is here? Did they go anywhere else in the church?"

Othden was thinking and he said I think theres many of them already in town. Daktani, Vorum for sure. From the way they Talked Kreed is there too, getting things ready. I think soon. Dont know what else. I know they were sleeping somewhere here. Daktani talked about Kreed's temper and how he didnt want to fail him because people who fail him die. Talked about a priest they had that Kreed killed somewhere in the Plague House.

Shel lays the spirit-infused hope knife gently on Phoenix's back. The spirit animal adjusts his wings to cover the knife, safely concealing it away.

The shaman stands, a bit wobbly and overwhelmed by the magic within the knife. "As I said: The only thing worse than a coward is a traitor. We will find Vorum or this Skreed and force them to out their accomplices." She wipes the palms of her hand on her skirt and refreshes her light spell. "You said they were sleeping here. We will find something of theirs and the pups will be able to track them in town." Shel concludes. Life in the badlands is hard. There can be no mercy for traitors.

So, going by general consensus, we will continue to comb out this floor (and possibly the one above?) before moving back to town.

After sharing his thoughts on the how-and-what of Brynia's hopeknife, Ovril can't help but feel lucky. It's an odd sensation, an emotion he can't entirely explain, but one he thoroughly feels. It instills the Varisian with renewed vigor, and a desire to act. "Good plan, Shel. I guess this door might lead to a bedroom ..."

Ovril steps up to the door and opens it, armed with card in hand.

It is the door leading up to the one Othden's token is currently in/at. I'll put Ovril in front of it.

Trying to take in all the information at once. Rory looks at Imara, "We didn't find a dead priest." Then back to Othden, "Did you actually see this Kreed? Can you identify him?" Catching motion out of the corner of his eye, Rory is distracted for a moment when the shaman puts the ensouled knife on the chickens back? He then realizes Ovril is heading towards the door Daktani was trying to exit, armed and ready to continue. Using his knees to turn Thistle about, he blurts "Hang on a second Ovril."

Wanting to get Othden as far away from danger as possible, Rory motions to the boy, "Othden, we need you over here out of the way. Storm come." Storm perking his ears, looks from Rory to his charge, prancing moving in and out of the doorway to encourage the boy to follow him. Not waiting for them to finish moving, he calls over to Rydell, "If were going to do this we need you on this side of the portcullis." Then having heard what Shel recommended, he tells her, "I don't know if the wolves can track him but We'll try it." Remembering the spiders upstairs. "But for now can you heal Imara and Rydell?" Looking to the younger wolf, "And maybe Storm? This place is almost as dangerous as the orcs."

Alright, I guess we're doing this. We can leave Storm to guard Othden, but I still don't want to get too far from him. She eyes the dagger as it disappears onto Phoenix's back. She is curious about it and wonders what they should do with it.

Ovril is taken back by Rory's extreme dedication, but respects and sort of understands it. After all, with the fighting and the minutes of conversation that followed, there's no way one of Skreed's lackeys is hiding inside that room - right?!

Ovril will wait for Rory to 'join' him once Othden is safe.

Imara will also join Ovril once Shel performs (or declines to perform) healing.

Othden follows Storm and Rory out of the room. The Ovril opens the door as Rydell moves to stand guard in front of the other door.

As Rydell stands next to the ladder leading up he see's the lever that will raise the portcullis if desired, next to the ladder.

Ovril opens the door to peer inside. This once grand flagstone hall is filled with statues of different celestial creatures. in every cornet. An old firepit in the center of the room is bordered on all sides by moth eaten bedrolls, while shovels, picks and other digging equipment lie strewn about a shallow tunnel into the western wall. The ceiling above the tunnel has collapsed leaving a hole open to the sky above a pile of burnt rubble

Checking on Storm, Rory points to Othden again. "Storm, protect." Seeing the young wolf look quizzically from the boy to them, Thistle rolls her eyes, as Rory's voice gets firmer. "Seriously Storm, you stay with that boy or all your getting for supper is old shoe leather."

Turning Thistle away from the sulking male, Rory rides into the bedroll strewn room. He moves through the room looking around. Then stopping in front of the tunnel. dismounting Thistle, he picks up a piece of rubble, casting light on it. He tosses the glowing stone down the tunnel to illuminate it.

he will take 10 (21) perception for the room, and the illuminated tunnel

CHANEL ENERGY: 1d6 ⇒ 6
Shel will follow along. Internet is too bad here right now to load the map.

Rory moves in to where the tunnel is and dismounts, casting light upon a rock he tosses into the tunnel thats turned into rubble In the rubble the partially obscured corpse of a half orc priest can be seen. On the corpse are two mangy looking rats with dead feral eyes. immediately upon the light hitting them they instinctively faded into a ghostlike form. Rory can see the upper floor through the partially rubble here...where they fought the small spiders, the tunnel however is completely blocked.

Outside the chamber Shel channeled the power of the spirits and Imara + Storm felt their injuries fully heal. Othden gasped as the positive energy hit him. Hed never experienced it before and all but a couple of the worst injuries faded.

Initiative Bold May go
22-Rydell
21-Shel
16-Shadow Rats
13-Rory
8-Imara
5-Ovril
0-Othden

Seeing the tunnel, what looks like a cave in and the corpse of the half orc priest, Rory calls out. "I've found the half orc pr..." Seeing the mangy looking rats with the dead eyes fade into ghost-like form. "And...um... I think some kind of undead rat! They just turned into ghosts!"

Rory has + 4 to dungeoneering and nature, either of those going to help with the knowledge roll?
knowledge: 1d20 ⇒ 16

unfortunately no.

unfortunately no.

Darn, I assume the '10' doesn't tell me much more than "dead looking rats" :) Sounds like Rory should have waited for everyone to get in the room before he illuminated the cave.

With one hand Shel gestures and casts a protective Hex on Rory. With the other hand she grabs up Phoenix as he attempts to charge into battle.

Protective Luck on Rory. I still cannot load the map due to slow internet.