(#1-05) "Trailblazer's Bounty" (Inactive)

Game Master rainzax

Ria!

Ria attacks the wolf with her spear.

Spear attack: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (14) + 8 = 22
Piercing Damage: 1d6 + 3 ⇒ (3) + 3 = 6

As she stabs at it, the wolf slips past her guard and lands a serious bite. She tries to fend off the bugs that start jumping off the wolf.

Fortitude: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (7) + 7 = 14

The Prowling Beast (Round One/Two)

Odvar watches as Ria savagely stabs his first (Green) wolf, which lets out a howl. It looks back at him, badly wounded, and he glares at it, as if to bully it into not retreating.

Odvar watches his second (Purple) wolf lunge!

◆) Stride
◆) Strike Jaws vs Ulfgar (AC 18): 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (18) + 6 = 241d6 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 1 = 3
◆) Strike Jaws vs Ulfgar (AC 18): 1d20 + 6 - 5 ⇒ (13) + 6 - 5 = 141d6 + 1 ⇒ (5) + 1 = 6

Biting into Ulfgar (3 piercing) and possibly transferring the "itch" Ulfgar - please make a DC 14 Fortitude save!

Seeming pleased, Odvar then strides forward to flank the dwarf who now finds himself completely surrounded by wolves!

◆) Stride
◆) Strike Jaws vs Ulfgar (AC 16 / Flatfooted): 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (18) + 11 = 291d8 + 4 ⇒ (2) + 4 = 6
◇) Pack Attack 1d4 ⇒ 1
◆) Grab

Tearing at his flesh, the Not Quite Wolf opens a gaping wound (14 piercing) while Ulfgar is distracted by the minion wolves, and lifting him up into the air, begins trying to swallow him whole!

Ulfgar is Grabbed!

Odvar - despite his mouth being full! - keeps a watchful eye over his second (Purple) minion, as if tracking anyone who might attack it!

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Awale, Dorgen and Ria are Up!

Ria stabs at the (green) wolf again and again, then grabs some cloth from her Healer's Kit bandolier, using her buckler hand, and tries to cover her wound.

◆) Attack
Attack: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (16) + 8 = 24
Piercing: 1d6 + 3 ⇒ (3) + 3 = 6
◆) Attack
Attack: 1d20 + 8 - 5 ⇒ (19) + 8 - 5 = 22
Piercing: 1d6 + 3 ⇒ (4) + 3 = 7
◆) Battle Medicine
Medicine (Treat Wounds): 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (12) + 4 = 16
Healing: 2d8 ⇒ (1, 4) = 5

She manages to bind it up a bit.

Ria's first attack is sufficient to down the (Green) wolf!

She heals herself then decides what to do next!

+5 HP

Ria, you have one action (◆) left!

Awale and Dorgen are Up!

Dorgen curses as his allies get torn to shreds Looking back and forth between Ulfgar, Ria, and Awalè, he finally makes a decision.

"Blasted thing can't harm us if it's dead. Awalè, hit that thing, hard."

◆◆ Dorgen casts Magic Weapon, then touches Awalè's bow.

◆ He then moves away, saying, "I think this thing can breathe fire! Try to split up, otherwise you'll get caught!"

◆ Stride
Ria moves around to beside the purple wolf.

The Prowling Beast (Round One/Two, Continued)

As Ria circles around, careful to avoid being near Odvar, he eyeballs her suspiciously.

Meanwhile, Dorgan enchants Awalè's Longbow, before stepping out of danger himself.

Awalè's Longbow has Magic Weapon cast upon it!

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Ulfgar - Fortitude Save!

Awale and Ulfgar are Up!

Dorgen did you mean to cast that on my shortsword because that's what I was wielding.

"Death will be too good for you," he says enraged at the thought of Odvar's proposition. Studying Odvar and taking in every detail he nods at Bala to be ready on his command. With both swords in hand he moves to strike the beast.

Attack: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (19) + 7 = 261d6 + 4 ⇒ (1) + 4 = 5
Attack: 1d20 + 7 - 2 ⇒ (3) + 7 - 2 = 81d6 + 4 ⇒ (5) + 4 = 9

◆Hunt prey (Odvar)
◆Stride
◆Twin takedown

Yes, I meant the shortsword. Thought you preferred the longbow, but obviously the weapon in hand takes priority.

Botting Ulfgar

Ulfgar tries to resist the effects of the bugs crawling on him.
Fortitude: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (17) + 8 = 25

◆) Ulfgar attempts to escape the wolf's mouth.
Escape: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (4) + 6 = 10

◆) Ulfgar attacks with his dagger and javelin (Twin Takedown)
Clan Dagger: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (6) + 6 = 12 Piercing: 1d4 + 3 ⇒ (4) + 3 = 7
Javelin: 1d20 + 6 - 2 ⇒ (7) + 6 - 2 = 11 Piercing: 1d4 + 3 ⇒ (4) + 3 = 7

◆) Then switches his grip to Parry with his Clan Dagger (+1 AC)

ugh, horrible attack rolls, but he's not itching...

While Ulfgar struggles and struggles to get free, Awalè prowls right behind Odvar and cuts into him with deadly precision, causing the Not Quite Wolf to howl in pain.

Critical Hit!

Bala watches from behind as Odvar is nearly killed on the spot!

Awalè - what is the rest of your damage roll with Magic Weapon?

damage: 1d6 ⇒ 6

The Prowling Beast (Round Two/Three)

A nearly fatal blow! (22 piercing)

Odvar drops the dwarf in his mouth and rears on the ranger.

"I may have underestimated you - a mistake I shan't repeat!"

He motions his head and his wolf minion lunges!

◆) Step
◆) Strike Jaws vs Awale (AC 18): 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (16) + 6 = 221d6 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2
◆) Strike Jaws vs Awale (AC 18): 1d20 + 6 - 5 ⇒ (6) + 6 - 5 = 71d6 + 1 ⇒ (5) + 1 = 6

A grazing tooth! (2 piercing)

Awalè - please make a Fortitude Save!

Then Odvar swirls behind to surround his prey, and strikes!

◇) Release Ulfgar
◆) Stride
◆) Strike Jaws vs Awale (AC 16 / Flanked): 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (15) + 11 = 261d8 + 4 ⇒ (2) + 4 = 6
◆) Grab

A perilous blow! (12 piercing)

Unable to kill the ranger, Odvar's iron jaws clamp down, preventing his prey from escape!

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The Party is Up!

22 damage? Amazing!

◆◆ Seeing the carnage happening before him, Dorgen jumps into action. Black smoke emerges from his hands as he casts another Call of the Grave and aims it at Odvar.

Spell attack vs AC: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (16) + 7 = 23

That's enough, I think. Odvar is now Sickened 1.
You feel ill. Sickened always includes a value. You take a status penalty equal to this value on all your checks and DCs. You can't willingly ingest anything—including elixirs and potions—while sickened.
You can spend a single action retching in an attempt to recover, which lets you immediately attempt a Fortitude save against the DC of the effect that made you sickened. On a success, you reduce your sickened value by 1 (or by 2 on a critical success).

◆ Dorgen then scurries away towards Ria.

Fortitude: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (3) + 7 = 10
Attack: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (19) + 7 = 262d6 + 4 + 1 ⇒ (1, 3) + 4 + 1 = 9
Attack: 1d20 + 7 - 2 ⇒ (3) + 7 - 2 = 81d6 + 4 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 4 + 1 = 6
Attack: 1d20 + 7 - 4 ⇒ (18) + 7 - 4 = 211d6 + 4 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 4 + 1 = 8

So, disgusted by Odvar he ignores his bite and it's consequences. "ARRGH,"he snarls as the wolf attacks from behind. "Now, Bala! he yells as he continues striking at Odvar.

◆Twin takedown (Odvar)
◆Attack (Odvar)
◆Command animal

With no wasted movement Bala moves to the other side of the wolf with it's jaws latched onto Awalè and seemingly in one motion strikes out at the wolf.

◆ Stride
◆ Attack (jaws piercing)

Attack(jaws): 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (10) + 6 = 161d6 + 2 ⇒ (2) + 2 = 4

Ria steps up and stabs at the wolf flanking Awalè.

◆ Step
◆ Attack(Spear): 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (12) + 8 = 20
Piercing: 1d6 + 3 ⇒ (4) + 3 = 7
◆ Attack(Spear): 1d20 + 8 - 5 ⇒ (5) + 8 - 5 = 8
Piercing: 1d6 + 3 ⇒ (5) + 3 = 8

If the first attack fells the purple wolf, she will throw the spear at Odvar for that second attack (same attack bonus).

You are a petty, base, evil beast who allows themself to only think with their stomach. You do not deserve a quick death," Awalè spits in the general direction of the not wolf, "Were this the jungles of my homeland I would hunt you for days until you died of thirst, exhaustion, and fear for daring to think of me as your prey. I will..."

Just as it seems that Odvar is about to interrupt, Awalè's shining blade comes down across the not wolf's neck cutting off his head. "Save what condescension you have for when you meet your God."

The Prowling Beast (Exeunt)

Odvar's head lands next to 1d3 ⇒ 3 Ulfgar.

The other wolf runs off - freed from the psychological clutch of it's cruel alpha.

The party take stock here, as everyone but Bala and Dorgen seems to have sustained substantial wounds...

How much Time to Treat Wounds, Refocus, or other Activities?

With the wolves gone, Dorgen immediately gets out his healer's tools and goes to patch up Ulfgar, his talkative demeanor completely gone now that they've been in actual danger.

Medicine to Treat Wounds: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (6) + 5 = 11

Well, that's a fail. Can't treat Ulfgar for an hour.

After having done a so-so job on Ulfgar, he invites Ria to sit down as well.

Medicine to Treat Wounds: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (11) + 5 = 16
Healing for Ria: 2d8 ⇒ (8, 7) = 15

He then holds his tools up towards Awalè, in a do you need help gesture.

If we want to patch up Ulfgar completely before continuing, we'd need to wait an hour. If we take that hour, I'd like to refocus, but it's not a must.

Ulfgar watches the head tumble to his feet but neither picks it up in triumph, nor kicks it away in disgust. He focuses on the remaining wolf, instead, making sure that it runs off before relaxing.

He takes a seat while Dorgen treats his wounds but only shrugs when it doesn't prove very effective. He goes to grab his cast javelin then sits down with his back against a tree trunk, again.

Once the other dwarf does his work on Ria and Awale, Ulfgar gets to his feet and nods along the trail their following as though to indicate he's ready to move on.

Ria kicks the not-wolf's head further out of the area where they're trying to patch each other up. She pulls out her own tools and gestures Awalè to come away from the body a bit.

"The last thing I want is anyone getting some sort of disease from that thing's corpse. The fleas were bad enough." She says as she takes a look at Awalè's wounds.

Medicine: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (12) + 4 = 16
Healing: 2d8 ⇒ (1, 5) = 6

"What do we want to do?" Ria asks as she works. "Rest up until tomorrow before we go anywhere? Keep going to the village we were headed towards? I don't know if this creature was a threat to or protector of the Orc village, so I don't know whether we want to hide or show off that we defeated it."

Mountain Forest (Part Five)

While Dorgen treats Ulfgar (+0) and Ria (+15), and Ria treats Awalè's (+6), Bala seems to smell something, and skulks off, returning a few moments later, looking to guide Awalè towards what she found.

Meanwhile - as if to wash away Odvar's stain upon "The Jungle" - a light rain begins to sprinkle as the clouds shift into the darker blues, purples, and grays of overcast...

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20 minutes so far?

What is the plan for approaching the Orc Settlement?

At PC's option, make a skill check that represents this plan!

Survival: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (11) + 4 = 15

Ria looks up at the clouds as the rain starts falling.

"Well, I guess that answers that question. That rain looks like it's going to get worse soon, and there's not really a good place to shelter around here. We're going to have to continue down into the lower lands towards the village."

She finishes bandaging up Awalè just as Bala returns.

I think we split the elixirs evenly. While all the healing was happening would it be possible for Awalè to start skinning Odvar and prepping it to tan.

Retrieving Odvar’s head inspects the beast. Holding the head up to the party he asks, Does anyone know if Orcs are appreciative of hunting trophies.

Society: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (17) + 3 = 20

"Yes, let us hurry on and when we arrive we can ask if they've ever had issues with Odvar. If they have I'm sure they'd be grateful to know he has been taken care of," Awalè places the head and fur of the beast in his pack."Maybe, they'll even offer us shelter.

The Orc Encampment (Part Zero)

The party approaches from the Southeast.

Faint smoke from a fire can be seen, and getting closer, a few orcs seem to be enjoying supper...

1) Map is updated!
2) How are you approaching? Describe it.
3) Which Weapons do you have drawn? Or are they stowed?
4) Roll a Perception check or appropriate Skill to represent your approach.
5) And place your Token on the Map, SE corner. If you are using Stealth, you can position yourself halfway instead!

As they get close to the orc camp, Ulfgar stows his javelin, leaving his axe and dagger sheathed.

He's making no attempt to be stealthy, since they're not trying to sneak up on the orcs and want to talk to them, not kill them.

If anything, he's making extra noise to make his presence known.

He is careful to scan the area to ensure there are no unexpected dangers, however.

Perception: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (20) + 6 = 26

Ria has stowed her spear, but has left her buckler strapped to her forearm. She isn't raising it into a defensive position or anything, however. Just letting it hang loosely.

Like Ulfgar, she is not trying to move quietly. She doesn't want to appear to be sneaking up on the orcs, either.

Perception (for Initiative, add +2): 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (12) + 6 = 18

Following his party's lead, Dorgen approaches in a non-threatening way, a few steps behind the rest of the group. Nothing in hand, as usual, as he relies more on spells than on physical prowess.

Perception: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (7) + 5 = 12

Perception: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (16) + 7 = 23

Also wanting to appear friendly, Awalè follows everyone else with his swords sheathed. He's looking ahead to see if there are Orcs standing guard.

The Orc Encampment (Part One)

Hearing the party's approach, the orcs immediately take cover behind three different barriers. One yells out.

"Stop there - we've got you surrounded!" in Common.

The "cover" behind which each orc now stands are the remaining structures of a stone ruins. There are a few tents pitched between these stone pieces of wall.

PCs may each Stride once - or other single action (◆) - from current position!

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The Party is Up!

My silence is not because I'm not paying attention, but because I don't really know what to do. But since everyone else is silent...

"We come in peace," Dorgen shouts. "We even have an offering for you! And maybe a deal, depending on your reaction to said offering."

Dorgen's voice wavers, as he is still not sure which way these Orcs will go. In his mind, they're still probably going to eat him.

Ria lifts her hands to show that she's not holding any weapons and speaks calmly and clearly:

"We mean no harm to you or your people. We are scouts charting a path over these mountains. We would like to talk to you about this area and its residents. My name is Ria. As Durgen here said, we have an offer and a deal. To cut straight to the point, what do you know of a being known as Odvar? Were you friend, or foe?"

Edit: Ria moves forward 25' as she talks.
(token moved on map)

Awalè moves up in unison with Ria but allows her to continue doing the talking. If the Orcs say that Odvar had been harassing them he will pull the head out of his pack to show them.

Well, Ria is at a +0, and I'm at a -1. What could go wrong?

Diplomacy: 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (20) - 1 = 19

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Diplomacy: 1d20 + 0 ⇒ (7) + 0 = 7

Hope I didn't ruin Dorgen's great roll, lol

The Orc Encampment (Part Two)

"Stand Down"

This command is not directed at the PCs, but to her clutch mates, who lower their javelins - tentatively.

"Come. You can I can talk."

This one is directed to Dorgen. As she speaks, she steps forward, and sheathes her necksplitter back across her back, proceeding exactly half way across the gap unarmed. You can see as she approaches that she carries herself with the confidence of a great warrior - this impression is further strengthened by the heavy battle scars across her body, as well as one of her prominent tusks being chipped at the tip.

"I am Grakcha, Oathkeeper of the Shattered Fang. What are you called and whom do you represent?"

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Map is Updated.

The Party is Up!

Dorgen strides the other half of the distance and meets Grakcha face-to-face, hoping he can hide the shaking of his body. He throws a few nervous glances back, hoping others will follow him.

"I am Dorgen Eversteel, and these are my friends Ria, Awalè, and Ulfgar. We represent the Pathfinder Society, a group of benevolent adventurers. Mercenaries, in a sense. We prefer to talk things out, but aren't afraid to fight when necessary."

With that, he motions for Awalè to come forward as well.

"As I said, we've recently been in a fight, and we'd like to offer you this as a trophy as a sign of our goodwill."

I'll leave the rest to you, don't want to hog all the spotlight. Also, let's see how she reacts to this, first. :P

Ria follows Dorgen up, staying beside him for emotional and, (if needed) physical support. She will wait to see what the reaction to the trophy is also.

The Orc Encampment (Part Three)

As Ria approaches closer, the other orcs raise their javelins again!

"We are not taking guests"

Grakcha's words are stern, but unlike her clutch mates, she makes no sudden movements to re-arm herself.

"You bring a Gift to Strangers. What is it you Want?"

No nonsense, this one. Right to the point.

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Dorgen is +2 to make any of the checks below. Ria is +1 to make any of the checks below. The rest of the party is +0.

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The Party is Up!