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Early in the morning, just before the sun is up and the sky is slowly shifting it's shade of blue, the ground is muddy and smell of rain lingers - the aftermath of last night's stormy weather - but nevertheless Gunda "Jakoby" Kolkind rises from her makeshift hut, and whistles into the trees for her eagle companion - "Ro" - to join her for her morning routine.
Having collected different herbs across the frozen tundras of the Realm of the Mammoth Lords, en route across the eastern Saga Lands headed for the northwestern tip of the aptly named Broken Lands, she minces the collected buds with her fingers, and licking a dried bruorsivi pine leaf, twists the stack into a finely blended skinny roll. "Ya'd need lips for this, boy" scolding her onlooking feathered friend and life companion, as he watches with his typical sideways rotated neck, and makes a gentle screeching sound of affection, to which the elder Ulfen woman responds by curling her nose into a playful smile "Still got quite a ways to go, doncha know"
Climbing up the trunk now, the bird closes the vertical distance with but two or three flaps of his long and powerful wings, while the ranger perches upon a sturdy branch providing a 270 degree view of the next several hundred or so miles, and in the distance, Hillcross, which incidentally, the team intend to circumvent altogether, for no other reason than Jakoby knows a better route, and being fully capable of hunting and foraging without so much as losing a precious hour of cherished daylight, renders the amenities such a settlement might offer redundant. Striking a spark with her flint and steel, Jakoby intakes a long draw, and is soon lost in thought, which after a few moments, she seems to interrupt herself from "One of their own went missing - something about an old masked drunk dallying with some shadow demon" briefing her companion once again, adding "Dark times, these. Got half a mind to just retire here" she looks at Ro who squaks in agreement, and reaches her hand back to clutch the familiar grip of her longbow, and smiles again "I concur old friend: Now just what fun would that be!?"
Hoping down from the tree, the duo swiftly begin their descent down the north to south range jutting out from the Tusk Mountains, the only trace left of their passage through the wilds a trail of sweet smelling smoke...
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A dazzling array of colors explodes from nowhere, and as the light fades, a bespectacled Thuvian woman stands.
"Where the abyss ..." she mutters to herself. She squints as she looks around. Blinded by colors, she's unsure whether it's night or day.
Hopefully, she's still on Golarion. The Maze of the Open Road could easily have dumped her on Castrovel ... or in the ocean (again). She brings out an elixir of darkvision, quaffing it before realizing it's not dark around her.
As her sight slowly returns, she draws out a thick notebook, jotting down clues to her position - the sidereal time and the height of the sun in the sky.
"Oh, of course, I'm in ..."
After having completed your prior missions or any outstanding obligations each of you received a rather enigmatic summon:
Pathfinders,
As a matter of Import.
Skyreach, sunset
-The Ten
Several things were clear - the date/time and Skyreach which as a veteran pathfinder agent you are aware that this is within the heart of the Grand Lodge.
Each of you arrive at your chosen time before sunset. With largely clear skies and a light breeze bristling the nearby trees, activity within the lodge begins to dwindle. Upon entering skyreach your summons are requested and then each of you are directed to the top of an observation tower where you'll meet the rest of your fellow agents. While you wait, you have a few minutes to socialize over the impressive view of Absalom, just before sunset.
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A very thin and frail looking goblin, completely covered and bird skulls and feathers climbs to the top of the tower. With each step you can hear the hollow rattle of the bones clicking against each other like some sort of dubious windchime. Each is followed by a more dense thud as a staff adorned with much larger skull of a beaked tengu, though not nearly fully grown that he found lying about rests atop, taps the ground as support.
The goblin gets to the top of the tower first and immediately goes to the nearest edge without a safety railing and sits down to overlook the city. He kicks his feet back and forth as he waits for others to arrive, the only noise to break the silence is the unnatural growling from his stomach as it pains in hunger.
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"... the Grand Lodge. Not sure why I needed an astronomical fix to recognize that."
Quinoline looks at the "sun" again and realizes it was an everburning torch hanging on the wall. She mutters something impolite-sounding in Osiriani, and furiously scribbes something out of her notebook.
She tosses Zac a darkvision elixir and gives him an elbow bump.
"Quinoline Silicate," she introduces herself. She climbs up to the observation tower and greets Greezgux in fluent Goblin.
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A handsome eagle with sharp beak and claws and the wingspan of one and a half men circles by Greezgux as he dangles his feet over the tower, and perching next to him, plops a freshly killed rat the size of a small dog onto the ground, and eyeballs the goblin, then in turn, Quinoline and Zac, as they approach. Ruffling his feathers, he folds his wings behind his body, so as to appear less threatening, and begins looking around eagerly for a fourth person.
The smell of sweet smoky herbs wafts from around a corner...
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...with a intricately carved pipe in mouth, an Ulfen woman, perhaps as old as your grandmother but with the physical vitality of your mother - or even your sister - steps from around the other side of the tower, and nods at Ro, whistling.
The bird bats the dead rodent over towards the goblin with it's head, which lands next to him "He brings a gift - if you're not hungry now, we'll salt it, save it for later - with the right spices, it'll make a fine jerky that can retain over a long trip, which I'm guessing, we are to embark upon from here!"
The ranger wears a heavy backpack but no armor save for a pair of brass bracers around her wrists, and is covered with a cloak made out of fur that crests her head with that of a coyote. A finely crafted katana hangs from her side, and a beautifully decorated bow is slung across her back. Though her eyes are reddened, her balance on this high tower is confident, and she quenches her dry mouth with a swig of water from a skin at her side. Stepping forward, she bows before the three adventurers before her "I'm Jakoby, this is Ro, pleasure to meet you all" stuffing her pipe with a fresh fingerpinch of sticky herbs, she cherries another bowl and gestures to pass it around, attempting to answer the question "Your summons should have read 'the nine' - rumor is one them has gone missing - either kidnapped by, or in collusion with, a dark force, the exact details of which I am unclear. But I can tell you this much: My gut tells me the road before us is long and dangerous, for the ancient evil awoken in the lands to the north stirs, which I assume, we are called her to try and put it back to rest."
Perhaps her words draw a gasp, perhaps not, but either way Jakoby looks to lighten the mood "But doncha despair, no - you look to be a stalwart group of adventurers, and I can assure you that I have no wish to journey to the halls of my ancestors anytime soon!" she smiles warmly here, crouching low, relaxed "I think we await our fifth yet" and with that she slips into silent thought once more, and smiles, as if some thought amuses her, chuckling barely under her smoky breath.
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Entering the room is a tall, muscular, ulfen woman. She is heavily armed and armored and carries a well-used shield. She speaks loudly in a heavy Skald accent.
"Mysterious notes sent by anonymous masked figures. It seems that we're to engage in some skullduggery soon enough."
She pounds her gauntleted fist on her shield and introduces herself.
"I'm Astrid Gretasdottir, shield maiden. I'm stealthier than moonlight and fiercer than a summer storm. I've killed more men than winter and drunk enough ale to sink an armada."
She scans the room and grins as she sees her friend Quinoline.
"Ha! Quin! You're in on this too? Good to have a fellow shield maiden at my back."
She strides over to Quinoline and gives her a good natured punch on the arm.
The door to the tower opens with a clunk, and eight cloaked figures stride into the room without ceremony. Each one wears a unique, intricately designed mask that seems alive with powerful magic. The turn to the room’s center in unison as a ninth individual—Eliza Petulengro, the only unmasked member of the mysterious Decemvirate—enters and closes the door behind her. She quickly turns to address the gathering.
Looking directly at Quinoline, "Glad to see you so soon. Fortunately we didn't need to track you down through the Almas Glassblowers' Guild as time is crucial."
Eliza turns to Jakoby and Ro before continuing, “Pathfinders, we have an emergency on our hands. Sapphire, a member of our leadership, has been possessed by an ancient and wholly evil spirit. Between this spirit’s fiendish magic and Sapphire’s subsumed knowledge and guile, we are struggling to get out ahead of whatever destruction this foul entity is concocting. She begins scanning the rest of the group, "What we do know is that the spirit is that of a cyclops demoniac who intended to summon the demon lord of storms, Urxehl, into our world.”
Another member of the Decemvirate wearing a mask fitted with stag-like antlers speaks. “The summoning requires a rare ritual. We do not know how to counteract such unusual spellcraft, but we have an ally who does. Dolok Darkfur, the manifested god of the Farheaven Clan from old Sarkoris, should be able to assist us. Through Dolok and the god caller Nelket, the Farheavens connect to traditions of calling, binding, and communicating with extraplanar forces.”
Eliza Petulengro pauses for a moment and then speaks again while looking directly at each one of you in turn. “You are among our most experienced Pathfinder agents following our Society’s recent losses. We need you to convince Dolok Darkfur and Godcaller Nelket of the Farheaven Clan to help us rescue Sapphire and put a stop to this spirit’s machinations. We can teleport you near to the Farheaven settlement, where I’m confident you’ll be warmly received. The Society has come to the Farheaven’s aid several times in the past few years, so you should be able to convince them to return the favor. This mission is time-sensitive, and the integrity of the Decemvirate, if not the safety of the world, depends on your success. Are you ready?”
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and cursed oracles, who both commonly wield fire and
weather magic.
disasters. He is widely hailed as the father of trolls,
although legends say that he despises the trolls that
worship him.
status as a demon lord, his minions
often use negative energy to destroy
their foes.
From the stag-like masked Decemvirate, "Excellent question, one that only our allies can answer. Ultimately they are the experts and we must trust that they know what they are doing. Secure their aid, and let them determine the best course of action in that regard."
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Jakoby manages to get out ""He brings a gift - if you're not hungry now..." by the time she realizes the dead rat is gone, hearing the spooky goblin's burp "...Aye! Mighty hearty appetite for a little-un, don't we have now!?" a little surprised but ultimately happy the gift was received.
She turns to Astrid here "Laumuspil eins og tunglið í þessum þunga pósti? Ég verð að sjá það sjálfur!" teasing her here, guessing at her well-developed sense of humor, and perhaps starting an exchange of playfully smart-assed remarks enough to last the journey ahead.
Stealth like the moon in this heavy mail? I have to see it for myself!
Now to Quinoline "I think I remember you - my have you grown!" her reddened eyes coming into focus now, exhibiting recognition of face and phenotype "Might have to dip into this Water of Warlock's Barrow, if'n we're lucky, no!?" holding out a small vial of liquid that glows. Finally turning to Zac, Jakoby just nods "Stalwart group indeed" repeating to herself before falling back into silent thought as the Nine enter...
Having communed briefly, Jakoby ponders the significance of Dolok's and Nelket's ritual, and her first feeling, which she keeps to herself, is that it is a pity to circumvent what would otherwise be a marvelous journey to the Farheaven Clan in Old Sarkoris via teleportation. Instead she says "Of course we'll dew it!" to Eliza Petulengro, then "I have the same question as Greezgux. And also, what standing does the Society have with Dolok and Nelket - you say there is a precedence of an exchange of favors - is there a solid chance they might turn down the request? Perhaps a reason which, like hiding one's face, is being withheld from this briefing?" the ranger takes a long pull from her pipe, looking at the Stag Antler Decemvirate Member while she does so, with admittedly more than a hint of antagonism, unable to quash her proclivity for being up front and direct, especially when it's her fat that hangs over the fire...
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She turns to Astrid here "Laumuspil eins og tunglið í þessum þunga pósti? Ég verð að sjá það sjálfur!" teasing her here, guessing at her well-developed sense of humor, and perhaps starting an exchange of playfully smart-assed remarks enough to last the journey ahead.
"Ha! Challenge accepted, Amma, you'll see!" Astrid eyes the older woman suspiciously before grinning. "At least I hope you're as tough as my Amma Gunnhild. Almost 20 years ago she strangled a dire bear with her bare hands. Some weeks later she claimed that she had nothing left to prove in the Lands and sailed off to Valenhall."
A few moments later Astrid laughs uproariously.
"Ha! Dire bear, bare hands. That's funny!"
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"Well, I'm always ready but I suppose I should make like a proper pathfinder and ask a few questions first. What is a demoniac? Tell us more about this demon lord of storms. What is a god-caller? What can you tell us about the Farheaven Clan?"
Astrid pauses for a moment, then grins.
"Do you have any equipment we can have...err...requisition?"
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"Performing this ritual should free this Sapphire longshanks as well as stop them from summoning the Father of Trolls who hates Trolls? Greezgux asks as he isn't quite sure who this Sapphire even is. "How do we get word back to you?"
Eliza speaks, "Yes, that is accurate" she responds with a faint smile. "As far as reporting, return here when you have finished your task. If we need a sooner report, we'll send word"
Having communed briefly, Jakoby ponders the significance of Dolok's and Nelket's ritual, and her first feeling, which she keeps to herself, is that it is a pity to circumvent what would otherwise be a marvelous journey to the Farheaven Clan in Old Sarkoris via teleportation. Instead she says "Of course we'll dew it!" to Eliza Petulengro, then "I have the same question as Greezgux. And also, what standing does the Society have with Dolok and Nelket - you say there is a precedence of an exchange of favors - is there a solid chance they might turn down the request? Perhaps a reason which, like hiding one's face, is being withheld from this briefing?" the ranger takes a long pull from her pipe, looking at the Stag Antler Decemvirate Member while she does so, with admittedly more than a hint of antagonism, unable to quash her proclivity for being up front and direct, especially when it's her fat that hangs over the fire...
The Decemvirate member whose face falls completely behind a flowing sheet of water scoffs at the comment. Some of you may know them as Shrike, "Just because Eliza here has shown comfort in showing her face does not mean the rest of us feel the same way. Would you ask a Magic Warrior to reveal their face? Is second guessing..."
They are cut off by Eliza, "The reason for the masks is to protect our identities, as far as reasons why the Farheaven Clan might decline the request...nothing is behind withheld. While we have assisted them recently, what we ask is no small favor. Hopefully, they can see that there will be benefit to them by helping save Sapphire."
"Well, I'm always ready but I suppose I should make like a proper pathfinder and ask a few questions first. What is a demoniac? Tell us more about this demon lord of storms. What is a god-caller? What can you tell us about the Farheaven Clan?"Astrid pauses for a moment, then grins.
"Do you have any equipment we can have...err...requisition?"
"A demoniac is someone who seeks to worship and gain power from a demon lord. In this case that demon lord is Urxehl. Greezgux has it right, Urxehl is the demon lord of storms and natural disasters. He also is widely hailed as the father of trolls, although legends say that he despises the trolls that worship him," Eliza responds, "God callers are religious leaders in Sarkoris and Nelket is that of the Farheaven Clan. As far as more on the Farheaven Clan, that is quite a tale and we are running a bit short on time. Suffice to say they have been strong allies in the past. Respect their traditions even if they are not your own."
Eliza motions to the other Decemvirate and several of them leave the room. She explains, "We'll be teleporting you to the Farheaven clan when they return. When you arrive our society contacts are Dolok Darkfur, Nelket, as well as Chief Dragbog of the Dragonskull goblin tribe, an Iobarian elf named Cenenviel, and a centaur pathfinder by the name of Jaldan. We have plenty of supplies you can purchase but otherwise no requisitions outside of your usual school supplies"
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"Why you always gotta go and open your big mouth!?" Jakoby scolds herself without speaking, and stowing her pipe after whacking it against her palm upside down (to empty the chamber), walks over and grabs Ro like a large child, his bulk weighing her down, whispering "Ssh shh shh" into his ear slits, which seems to cause him to recoil into as small a bundle as possible and close his eyes.
"Not sure he'll like teleporting" she explains "Amma is ready!" the ulfen woman readily embraces the term.
With everyone getting any last minute supplies and getting ready, the remaining Decemvirate return and prepare for the spell. Eliza and several of the other Decemvirate begin an hour long ritual using a small amethyst figurine of a feathered bear as a focus. At the end of the ritual the entire party is whisked away to Sarkoris in an instant.
After a moment to get your bearings, it's clear that trouble is afoot. The setting sun casts a blood-red light over the Farheaven camp. A wall of dark, smoky clouds fills the western skyline, hovering over an entire forest of burnt trees. Farheaven warriors rush to sharpen spears and string bows, gathering at a network of west-facing earthworks resembling a battlefield more than a settlement. Amid the commotion, a human woman approaches. “Pathfinders, your timing is impeccable as always. I know our people owe you so much already, but could you lend us your aid once more?”
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"SkReeEEE SKreeeeeEEEEEEEE!"
The teleportation magic disorients the man-sized eagle, who leaps from Jakoby's arms and nearly nose dives into the ground, before suddenly righting himself, and flapping his muscular wings to obtain a bird's eye view over the Farheaven camp, seeing clearly through the lowlight, before perching on a burnt tree nearby, awaiting the command of his master.
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For Jakoby, the trip is surprisingly sobering, the view of the sprawling metropolis suddenly replaced with that of the tranched earthworks.
Pure instinct has the ranger reaching for her longbow, which she points down to reply "Nelket you must be. Seems the favor will be reciprocal. At once, yes, lead the way" almost forgetting "Jakoby. And my hunting companion Ro. Best tracking duo this side of the Inner Sea" boasting a little here "In the company of a fine collection of warriors. Doncha worry!"
Already striding in the direction her contact seems to indicate!
Nelket sighs in relief as Jakoby immediately agrees to help. She then starts walking, "Follow me, we'll talk on the way!"
"Are you under attack?"
"We will be momentarily!" Nelket exclaims, "Dolok Darkfur and several Sarkorian druids began a ritual to help restore the land scorched by demons o f the Worldwound, but it seems the ritual has triggered a backlash from the dormant evil in the forest! We're preparing to repel a siege while Dolok completes the ritual."
"Of course we'll help. What's happening?"
"Latent Evils left over from the Worldwound are setting up to attack. Given where we are, I'm guessing they are minions of Flauros, the demon lord of fire. We're currently in the the Forest of Soldiers, or at least that's what we called it before we fled Sarkoris. Servants of Flauros burned it a hundred times over with Abyssal fire. Now people call it the Forest of Embers. This is where Dolok decided we would rebuild our legacy, starting by bringing the forest back to life. We must protect him while he completes the ritual!"
Nelket pauses and turns to the group, "Here, take these" she says as she reaches into your satchel and pulls out several multihued feathers. "These feathers are straight from Dolok Darkfur's own plumage. They can be used to secure the camp's perimeter by planting them." Nelket goes on to say that by planting them grow a defensive tree, and depending on how deep the feather was buried will influence the tree's color. She also tells the group that the feather can be restored as long as the Dolok tree isn't completely destroyed.
Nelket directs you to the camp's western front. A churning current of primal water, conjured by Dolok Darkfur’s ongoing ritual, rushes along a crooked trench at the edge of the Farheaven encampment. Sapling trees and fragile underbrush bloom gradually but visibly within the borders of the mystical river, breaking the blasted earth with spots of green and the faint creak of growing stems and trunks. In stark contrast, the older trees beyond the river stretch their splintered, ashen branches like flayed fingers toward a soot-choked sky. Any plants rejuvenated by their proximity to the water continuously burst into flame like embers newly doused with oil.
Nelket asks you to protect the two trails leading eastward towards camp, and to also protect the 15ft deep well that leads to a tunnel and stretches deep into the camp.
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Jakoby nods at Astrid as she clicks her goggles of night over her eyes - seeing on identical set upon the other Ulfen woman - with a "Good for hunting night critters" and then turns to her group "I say we hold the bridge" and begins surveying the area...
...turning to her smarter comrades - Greezgux and Quinoline - she asks "If the fire spreads, do we have any way to keep it under control?" the ambient heat causing her to almost sweat in her winter clothing...
...Open to other ideas, the ranger talks strategy involving her idea "If we hold the bridge, any way we could plant a helping tree in case this south-flowing river gets uppity?" she points to Quinoline while looking at Ro, and the bird makes sure to keep close if the party decides to go with the Bridge Plan, which she explains her layout for.
Astrid @ +13 or +14 visual
Greezgux @ +9
Jakoby @ +17 or +18 visual
Quinoline @ +11
Zac @ +13
Astrid @ +13
Greezgux @ +13
Jakoby @ +14
Quinoline @ +1
Zac @ +15
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Zac has a Starknife and Torch out and plants his blue tree by the bridge.
If We can all make blue trees, that would be the most offensive suggestion, since they 60 foot reach means we can spread them out and cover over half the battlefield with their reach. Blue trees means we take them down quickly and put out fires.
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Greezgux grabs ahold of his feather and dives deeper into the forest to plant it. He kicks around a few pile of leaves to try and find a good spot to help protect the bridge, eastern trail as well as the well. He stomach grumbles and he looks intently at the feather. Looking around he opens his maw and nearly eats it when he hears Zac and Jakoby planning. He frowns a Ro as the bird flies well out of reach overhead and jams the feather into the ground.
As the heat begins to build across the forest Greezgux begins to sweat quite profusely. He comes trudging out of the forest. "If any of you are injured, wipe this sweat from my body and lick it or rub it into the wound."
HP 73/73 (Vital Beacon Active)
AC 25
Resistances (Resist Fire 5 | Self and Adjacent Allies Resist Evil 3)
Spells (1) 4/4
Spells (2) 4/4
Spells (3) 4/4
Spells (4) 2/3
Focus 2/2
Hero Point 3/3
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"If we concentrate our forces on the bridge we risk the enemy fording the river to the north and potentially capturing the trails or the well."
"I think that would actually be preferable to spreading thin and having them be able to punch through-" Quinoline's arm twitches involuntarily when she says the word 'punch'. "-at any point. The bridge is the easiest place for them to cross."
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Quinoline plants a blue tree just north of the bridge, and will aid the scouts with Stealth ().
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Quinoline has some consumables that may be relevant.
- One is a moderate darkvision elixir (1 hour) which someone without darkvision. She Crafted it a while ago but didn't use it before she got greater darkvision elixir (24 hours). She makes two greater elixirs at the beginning of the day and uses one, but Zac shotgunned the extra one earlier, one snoozes one loses. She can use Quick Alchemy to make more greater elixirs, but she has limited reagents so she'll only do it if necessary.
- Quinoline also has two moderate mistform elixirs (concealment, 1 min) that she's made with Advanced Alchemy. She'll offer them to the frontliners first.
- Another are scrolls of earthbind, in case things fly. Her wizard DC is likely makeable by reasonable fliers, so it would require others swarming it for the 1 round it's down.
- Quinoline can also Quick Alchemy some sea touch elixirs (swim 20', 10 min), so she should not have a problem with swimming.
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"The bridge looks well held with these two Blue Doloks planted here Quinoline and Zac, and we can fall back to that Purple Dolok that Greezgux planted closer to the well..." stealing a moment, the Ulfen sneaks a quick puff off her pipe "Careful with those torches now, Astrid, we wouldn't want to fan the flames" not opposed to the ploy outright, just expressing some concern "If we can guide them towards the bridge, all the better, but I think I'll plant this here Brown Dolok to further discourage stragglers from fording the river north - the tree cover is just too good!"
Jakoby crosses the log and plants her feather on the little "island", then points to the well and whistles, sending Ro to perch himself upon it, awaiting command. Stowing her pipe once more, she crosses back closer to the party, and takes concealment in the bushes, keeping her eyes and ears peeled, nocking an arrow into her longbow, and nods to her party to indicate her readiness.
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A gurgling shriek from the smoky darkness and the roar of a signal horn from Farheaven scouts portend the first assault. Astrid sets on a path along the river, planting torches, and then heads further along to see the enemy from afar. Astrid sees some horned demons with glowing red eyes and flaming hooves. She can't quite make out what these creatures are but is able to provide a description to everyone once re-grouped. Astrid also sees a serpent-like creature with scales that look like burning embers. Astrid recalls this creature as a Salamander and they are most known for their scales which can ignite and provide both protection as well as cause harm to anyone striking the salamander with a physical attack while the scales are aflame.
While Jakoby surveys she is able to discern that the attackers are in fact moving towards the bridge. She notes that the attackers are moving in a way that makes it difficult to predict precisely when the assault will be launched though. Quinoline meanwhile tried to sneak ahead and help gather information but wasn't quite successful in providing any additional information.
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"Grave Indeed!" Seeing at least a moment or two before everything pops off, "Amma" packs her pipe with one last rolled nugget of sweet smelling herbs, and cocking it into her mouth, ascends a tree to get a better look, drawing in the smoke with a relaxed pull, and squinting.
"Greezgux is right" she thinks to herself looking at the Horned Demon with glowing red eyes "But I wonder if this red-eyed demon has any resistances?" trying to remember the stories in her youth about demons "Better stand a wide distance apart, young'uns!" she yells out, now fixating on the Serpent-like creature with scales that look like Burning Embers "I wonder if this slimy fire snake has any weaknesses" again recalling stories about snakes in the mists meant to teach her to adapt to an early bedtime.
After finishing her herbal relaxant, the ranger climbs down from the tree and shares her insights with her party, then following her own advice, heads further back to hide amid a retreated bush, and commands Ro to shuffle back and take cover behind the well.
Jakoby recalls that the Brimoraks have an extreme aversion to being extinguished. Dousing them or submerging them in water will result in them taking mental damage.
For the Salamander, Jakoby has heard that cold damage is especially effective against them. She has also heard they viscously attack creatures that move near them
Fires continue to crackle and burn in sections of the forest that are in conflict between Flauros' influence and Dolok's restoration. The rest of the surrounding area falls into an eerie silence that precedes a several Servants of Flauros appearing at the Western edge of the woods! Jakoby and Zac are first to respond.
Jakoby Hunt Prey vs Blue Salamander
Ro
Zac
Brown Dolok (J)
Blue Dolok (Z)
Red Salamander
Blue Salamander (everyone gets +1 circumstance bonus on your next attack roll vs blue salamander)
Quinoline
Greezgux
Blue Dolok (Q)
Violet Dolok (G)
Red Brimorak
Blue Brimorak
Gold Brimorak
Gold Salamander
Astrid
Violet Dolok (A)
Jakoby Hunt Prey vs Teal Salamander
Ro
Zac
Brown Dolok (J)
Blue Dolok (Z)
Lime Green Salamander
Teal Salamander (everyone gets +1 circumstance bonus on your first attack roll vs Teal Salamander)
Quinoline
Greezgux
Blue Dolok (Q)
Violet Dolok (G)
White Brimorak
Pink Brimorak
Red Brimorak
Yellow Salamander
Astrid
Violet Dolok (A)
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Jakoby draws a bead on her prey, and in her perception she is hunting beasts in the clear white fields of Elysium, lost in a moment beyond time and space. With a touch of blissful ease, she looses two arrows in rapid succession as a gesture of welcome to the newcomers on the field the moment her Hunted horned demon steps from amid the cover of the undergrowth.
◆◆) Ready a Hunted Shot
◆) Take Cover
Crouching low, she prepares to be blasted with fire!