DM Brainiac's Wardens of Wildwood

Game Master Brainiac

Gentle Storm begins humming or perhaps growling deep within his chest, an unnaturally deep bassy sound that makes the ground he treads tremble ever so slightly. Chanting in wildspeak he slams his spear onto the ground causing a sudden shift in the underlayer beneath the Bramble of Twigjacks.

A sandtrap opens up and begins to swallow vast quantities of now loose soil, plant matter, and foe alike creating a mire that hinders their movement.

Antlion trap DC22 Fort

Plantspeak "Cease your hostilities now and you will be spared, but your continued agression against the misguided folk will stop. They can be guided to a better path."

Reflex vs Flying Flame, Antlion Trap: 1d20 + 16 ⇒ (2) + 16 = 181d10 + 16 ⇒ (3) + 16 = 19

The twigjack bramble is burned by Alessandria's flames and slips towards the center of the antlion trap. They scramble forward to get to the outer edge of the shifting sand, then they launch a volley of splinters and brambles from their bodies that fly all around you!

Rain of Splinters: 4d6 ⇒ (6, 4, 2, 5) = 17

The lead twigjack shouts back at Gentle Storm in plantspeak: "It is too late for that! It is the dawn of a new age, when all interlopers will be driven from the forest forever! The people of the village will be the blood sacrifice we need to bring the Green Man to this world!" He then casts a spell, trying to slow Alessandria!

Everybody takes 17 piercing damage (basic Reflex DC 21). Alessandria must attempt a DC 24 Fortitude save against slow.

Reflex: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (11) + 12 = 23

Wispil tries to dodge some of the splinters, then channels the elements and blasts the twigjacks with a wave of water.

Channel Elements (Kinetic Blast), Tidal Hands

water blast: 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (13) + 13 = 26 for bludgeoning: 2d8 ⇒ (4, 2) = 6

bludgeoning: 3d8 ⇒ (7, 4, 3) = 14
DC 22 Reflex

Reflex: 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (19) + 13 = 32
Fortitude: 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (10) + 14 = 24

The needle-like splinters merely patter off of Alessandria's heavy plate, and the slowing spell isn't powerful enough to do more than briefly stem her raw horsepower. Kept from rampaging among the puny cultists, she sends the falcon of her fury to accomplish that for her.

Flying Flame: 3d8 ⇒ (6, 3, 6) = 15 Basic Ref DC 22 for both (Area, Fire)

Reflex (expert): 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (14) + 12 = 26

Kilitsi ducks under the worst of the splinters and rushes toward the lead twigjack, ax swinging. "You're going to end up kindling if you stick to this plan!"

Stride, Combat Assessment, Strike
Greataxe (sweep): 1d20 + 16 ⇒ (13) + 16 = 29
Slashing (+2 vs. last creature to damage me in my last turn): 2d12 + 4 ⇒ (4, 9) + 4 = 17
Lore (wild mimic) (trained) to Recall Knowledge (+2 if Strike was a critical hit): 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (10) + 7 = 17 When you succeed at a Wild Mimic Lore to Recall Knowledge, you gain a +1 circumstance bonus to your saving throws against the next attack or ability that the subject of your Recall Knowledge targets you with.

Greataxe, iterative: 1d20 + 16 - 5 ⇒ (8) + 16 - 5 = 19
Slashing (+2 vs. last creature to damage me in my last turn): 2d12 + 4 ⇒ (8, 7) + 4 = 19

"Then your ashes shall feed the groves to come." He snarls, drawing the flensing flame from Alessandria's own body and raising the flaring orb of condensed fire.

With whip of his spear he lobs the orb into the mass of Twigjacks causing it to erupt in a roiling cloud of hot embers dangerously attempting to set them all ablaze.

Ash cloud

Fire(Dc22 fort): 2d4 ⇒ (3, 1) = 4 Fire, area

Reflex vs Tidal Hands, Flying Flame: 1d20 + 16 ⇒ (19) + 16 = 351d20 + 16 ⇒ (16) + 16 = 32
Fortitude vs Ash Cloud: 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (12) + 14 = 26

The horde of twigjacks somehow manage to completely avoid both Wispil's water blast and Alessandria's flying flame! Gentle Storm's ash cloud singes them, however, and several fall smoldering to the ground.

Kilitsi moves up to the lead twigjack and slashes him once with her axe!

Reflex vs Antlion Trap: 1d20 + 16 ⇒ (10) + 16 = 26

The twigjack bramble manages to free itself from the antlion trap. They rush forward out of the ash cloud as well, swarming all over Gentle Storm and Wispil and shredding you with their razor-sharp thorns!

Clear Cut: 4d6 ⇒ (6, 3, 2, 3) = 14

The lead twigjack sprays Kilitsi with a barrage of thorns and brambles from his body before slashing at her with his claw.

Splinter Spray: 7d6 ⇒ (6, 3, 2, 5, 1, 3, 4) = 241d4 ⇒ 4
Claw: 1d20 + 15 ⇒ (15) + 15 = 30
Damage: 2d6 + 7 ⇒ (6, 3) + 7 = 16

Gentle Storm and Wispil take 14 slashing damage (DC 21 basic Reflex save). On a critical failure, the creature is also knocked prone. Kilitsi takes 24 piercing damage (DC 24 basic Reflex save) and then takes 16 slashing damage.

Leader Reflex: 1d20 + 16 ⇒ (14) + 16 = 30

Alessandria continues directing her fiery falcon with one hand while she snatches a spear of flame from the air with the other, casting it into the false prophet of the green!

Flying Flame: 3d8 ⇒ (3, 1, 7) = 11 Basic Reflex DC 22 for both (area, fire)
Kinetic Blast: 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (9) + 13 = 22
Fire: 2d8 + 4 ⇒ (2, 4) + 4 = 10

Reflex(dc21): 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (1) + 14 = 15
Reflex2(Dc21): 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (19) + 14 = 33
yikes 34 damage from that splinters, and 0 from clear cut

As the twigjack's rush Wispil and himself, Gentlestorm rears up and shifts into the form of a great jungle cat with a briliant coat and his signature grand horns.

Swiping at some of the foes, as a close range spell would endanger his allies.

attack: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (8) + 12 = 20
damage type: 2d10 + 2 ⇒ (5, 6) + 2 = 13
2 actions to animal form, one action claw attack

Reflex: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (3) + 12 = 15

Flapping madly, Wispil dodges splinters.

He channels the elements again, splashes Gentle Storm and Kilitsi with some healing water.

Channel Elements (Blast swarm), Ocean's Balm, Ocean's Balm

water blast: 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (10) + 13 = 23 for bludgeoning: 2d8 ⇒ (1, 4) = 5

healing GS: 3d8 ⇒ (2, 7, 3) = 12

healing K: 3d8 ⇒ (1, 4, 1) = 6

Reflex (expert): 1d20 + 12 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 12 + 1 = 15 Going to Hero Point that.
Reflex (expert): 1d20 + 12 + 1 ⇒ (7) + 12 + 1 = 20 At least it's not a crit fail anymore

The twigjack's attacks cut Kilitsi badly, leaving her bloody ... but unbowed! She slashes again, chopping into it with a brutal strike -- but unfortunately throws off her own balance a bit, as she flails with the follow-ups.

Strike, Exacting Strike (on a failure, attack doesn’t count toward MAP), Strike
Greataxe (sweep): 1d20 + 16 ⇒ (20) + 16 = 36
Slashing (+2 vs. last creature to damage me in my last turn): 2d12 + 4 ⇒ (7, 10) + 4 = 21
Crit! Choose one creature adjacent to the initial target and within reach. If its AC is lower than your attack roll result for the critical hit, you deal damage to that creature equal to the result of the weapon damage die you rolled (including extra dice for its striking rune, if any). This amount isn't doubled, and no bonuses or other additional dice apply to this damage. (Not sure if the troop is within my 10 foot reach)

Greataxe, iterative: 1d20 + 16 - 5 ⇒ (2) + 16 - 5 = 13

Greataxe, iterative: 1d20 + 16 - 5 ⇒ (5) + 16 - 5 = 16
Slashing (+2 vs. last creature to damage me in my last turn): 2d12 + 4 ⇒ (11, 1) + 4 = 16

Reflex vs Flying Flame: 1d20 + 16 ⇒ (20) + 16 = 361d10 + 16 ⇒ (6) + 16 = 22

The twigjack troop evades Alessandria's flame, but the leader gets burned. The centaur follows up with another fiery blast to the lead twigjack. Kiltitsi scores a critical hit with her axe, slicing the lead foe in twain! He lets out a final shriek as he dies.

Both Gentle Storm and Wispil miss with their attacks. The twigjack bramble forms up as it swarms all over the pair again!

Clear Cut: 4d6 ⇒ (2, 2, 2, 1) = 7

Gentle Storm and Wispil take 7 slashing damage (DC 21 basic Reflex save). On a critical failure, the creature is also knocked prone.

Reflex(21): 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (7) + 14 = 21
3 damage

Gentle Stormcat, howls a caterwaul at the horde of twigjacks and shows them what it means when the Storm stops being gentle.

Thrashing through the throngs with razor claws bolstered by primal anger.
"No quarter! No surrender! The fury of nature shall break you and the earth reclaim!"

Claw: 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (17) + 14 = 31
Slashing: 2d10 + 5 ⇒ (10, 7) + 5 = 22
Rip+Tear(Claw): 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (15) + 10 = 25
Slashing; Bleed: 2d10 + 5 ⇒ (10, 10) + 5 = 251d6 ⇒ 3
Rip+Tear(Claw): 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (17) + 6 = 23
Slashing; Bleed: 2d10 + 5 ⇒ (7, 4) + 5 = 161d6 ⇒ 5

True to his howling, vicious, unrelenting attacks he runs down and crushes all of the remaining Twigjacks if they run. They had their chance and forsook it.

Gentle Storm rips the remaining twigjacks to splinters! In the aftermath of the fight, you can gather 22 gp from the offerings around the effigies. The lead twigjack also has a wand of hawthorn.

"Whoa, Gentle Storm. That was vicious!" Kilitsi says as she shakes sap off her ax. "I guess we stopped that threat, but, like, we still need to find out what's going on in the village?"

"Arg! What a mess," Wispil starts preening the splinters out of his feathers.

"Anything else we can learn here? What kind of Green Man where they summoning? Doesn't sound like it was friendly."

Anything to investigate at the shrine?

With nothing more you can learn here, you press on to Marin's Mill. Marin’s Mill has no roads; the only way in and out is by river. The village is now separated from the forest surrounding it by a ring of charred earth about 40 feet across, and the fallen trees have been hastily converted into a series of rough defensive blockades staggered around the town’s perimeter, each currently crewed by a half-dozen loggers.

The villagers appear to be exhausted, and they give you wary looks as you draw near. "If you mean us harm, then you are not welcome here," one says, and the others voice their assent.

Alessandria sneers. "We wish you far more good than you deserve. Take us to whoever speaks for you, and your transgressions may be forgiven."

After dealing with the twigjack swarm and unruffling his fur Gentle Storm takes a bit to tend to everyone's wounds. Setting the bramble alight before hand however.

"Their bodies broken, souls free to reform anew, shall feed the future of this blessed grove." He bows his head for a few moments.

"We do, but we should get those splinters out of you all before they begin taking root or worse, get infected."

Roll mod is Skill, Circumstance(Natural Medicine), Item(Healing Plaster rank 3). Gentle Storm can do 2 people every 10 minutes and by the time he gets done with group 2 group 1 can be treated again.

Round 1, 10Minutes
Treat wounds(dc20): 1d20 + 14 + 2 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 14 + 2 + 1 = 21
Heal(Wispil): 2d8 + 10 ⇒ (1, 8) + 10 = 19 65/78
Treat wounds(dc20): 1d20 + 14 + 2 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 14 + 2 + 1 = 18
damage(Alessandria): 1d8 ⇒ 4 67/86

Round 2, 20Minutes
Treat wounds(dc20): 1d20 + 14 + 2 + 1 ⇒ (15) + 14 + 2 + 1 = 32
Heal(Kilitsi): 4d8 + 10 ⇒ (6, 7, 1, 6) + 10 = 30 57/75
Treat wounds(dc20): 1d20 + 14 + 2 + 1 ⇒ (7) + 14 + 2 + 1 = 24
Heal(Gentle Storm): 2d8 + 10 ⇒ (7, 4) + 10 = 21 +20 from Aeon stone = 68/68

Round 3, 30Minutes
Treat wounds(dc20): 1d20 + 14 + 2 + 1 ⇒ (7) + 14 + 2 + 1 = 24
Heal(Wispil): 2d8 + 10 ⇒ (4, 7) + 10 = 21 Topped off
Treat wounds(dc20): 1d20 + 14 + 2 + 1 ⇒ (13) + 14 + 2 + 1 = 30
heal(Alessandria): 2d8 + 10 ⇒ (6, 7) + 10 = 23 Topped off

Round 4, 40Minutes
Treat wounds(dc20): 1d20 + 14 + 2 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 14 + 2 + 1 = 20
Heal(Kilitsi): 2d8 + 10 ⇒ (3, 2) + 10 = 15 72/75

10 minutes to refocus

At the village outskirts

Gentle Storm strides beside Alessandria as a fellow representative of the woodlands.

"We do not seek to bring you harm. We seek knowledge as to who and why the unwillful burning and logging has occurred against the pact of the Wildwoods. We wish to end this conflict before the potential blight it may cause progresses on either side. If you send a peaceful representative of your people to speak with us or allow us to enter and speak with you without being accosted. We can assure you there will be no harm."

Kilitsi stands in the back, ax ready in case the villagers aren't inclined to be peaceful. "We, like, already stopped a bunch of fey plants that meant you harm, but we're not going to be here to protect you for, like, ever!" she calls out.

One of the loggers steps forward. "I am Declan Berk. I speak for the people of this village. Our actions were only taken to defend ourselves. We were attacked unprovoked by a horde of tiny plant creatures. We have endured multiple nightly raids claiming the lives of may of our neighbors and more than a few of our pets and livestock. We cut and burned the trees around the borders of the village, hoping to prevent our assailants from being able to approach undetected.

"You say you fought some of these plants. Do you have proof?"

Kilitsi picks some remaining splinters out of her fur. "Like, look at my clothes? Do you think I'd just wander around with a cloak full of holes like this? Like, really? We can bring you there too, if you really want."

Diplomacy (trained): 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (7) + 9 = 16

Gentle Storm saunters forward to approach Declan, but not so close as to endanger the man, keeping a respectful distance only hoping to get close enough to show what he hopes will be proof enough. He offers up the tiny mask that the leader had worn, as well as the wand it carried as evidence.

"Might these look familiar? The trappings of the leader of the tiny plant creatures, twigjacks as we call them. They can be unusually cruel beings and over protective against what they see as trespassers." He leaves out the additional details that they can be easily rallied by fey to such acts, as he feels that would paint blame on the fey which could have even more disastrous consequences.

"Which won't be bothering you anymore, we prevented them from summoning a malevolent being through ritual sacrifices before coming here. While we are willing to parley and offer succor, I cannot say the arboreals of the area will be quite so easy to convince, as they see the burning as you having woefully disregarded the pact's sanctity."

Diplomacy(trained): 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (15) + 8 = 23

He hums, "I believe a sweep of replantation, and perhaps some return to the green faith's ways may aid greatly in these times. The groves always need tending and the kin of the woods would have a hard time seeing such as a lack of making amends. We will do what we can, but it may be impossible to shield you from all of their wrath."

Declan and the other loggers seem to relax a little bit when they see the twigjack leader's gear. "We appreciate your aid. We will try to make amends for violating the treaty, but I hope the arboreals can understand that we did so out of desperation, not malice. Will you try to convince them that we meant no harm or disrespect?"

"Well, you did burn down a lot of trees," Wispil remarks, now that the people have seemingly been won over. "We'll try to keep them from ripping you limb-from-limb."

"We can speak to your innocence, but... you have committed a grave deed. Weather through desperation or malice it has happened. They will seek penance." He frowns sadly at the thought.

"I am not sure exactly how much lesser we will be able to bring their price, but we shall try."

Gentle Storm cups his chin in one hand and strokes his long-beard-like hair trying to think of what may aid in alleviating the potential wrath of the arboreals.

nature or diplo check maybe?

"Like, sorry isn't really good enough. Surely you can do more for them?"

"I will go with you to plead our case to the arboreals," Declan says.

***

When you return to the grove, you find the arboreals still engaged in their impassioned debate. Ironbark begrudgingly agrees to hear the new information you have brought.

Without any supporting evidence, convincing the angry arboreals to leave Marin’s Mill alone requires a successful DC 32 Diplomacy check. However, the PCs can lower this DC by successfully making any of
the following arguments:

• The villagers of Marin’s Mill are defending themselves against unprovoked twigjack attacks. A first-hand account of the twigjack attacks reduces the DC by 5, although Ironbark openly questions whether the twigjack attacks were truly “unprovoked.” Providing plausible justification for the twigjack attacks by reporting on the worship site reduces the DC by an additional 2; if the PCs also provide proof of Splintershank’s demise, they reduce the DC by an additional 3.

• The villagers actively want peace. If the PCs can convince the loggers’ leader, Declan Berk, to accompany them while they make their case before Ironbark, they reduce the DC by 4.

Thus, with all the evidence, the Diplomacy DC is only 18. You can do it!

Wispil carefully keeps his feelings to himself.

If the trees kill this guy, it will teach the villagers a lesson!

"Like, it wasn't even their fault!" Kilitsi says. "They were being attacked by this crazy twigjack who was trying to summon a green man, who would totally have killed them!"

At first her upspeak seems to annoy the arboreals, but they soon seem to fall into the rhythm of her conversation.

Diplomacy (trained): 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (1) + 9 = 10 Of course; we'll Hero Point that; 0 remaining
Diplomacy (trained): 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (17) + 9 = 26

Letting Kilitsi take the lead on negotiations, Gentle Storm stands protectively near the diplomat of the villagers.

"I have made recommendation, that the people replant seeds for the trees that were felled. Were I not tasked with other duties I may have overseen their growth and the restoration of the Green Faith to some degree. But we are needed elsewhere as much of the Wild woods are at risk in these trying times."

After hearing you out, Ironbark lets out a rumble. "Very well. We will spare the town of Marin's Mill, so long as they keep their word and replant the trees. But should they transgress against the forest again, we will not be so lenient next time."

Declan bows gratefully to the arboreals, eager to return to his village.

Ironbark thanks you for your assistance negotiating peace by gifting you one of his own branches, which functions as a twining staff. Declan also gives you a reward of 88 gp.

Everybody gains 1 Hero Point.

"If they break they're word, I'll be back to help!" Wispil assures the arboreals, and a branch nearby snaps in response to his emotional outburst.

That staff is so specific and I love it

Alessandria nods grimly. "You have already granted mercy where their actions did not merit it. It is only for the Green that we asked this of you."

Gentle Storm understands Alessandria's grim tidings, but offers advice as much as a warning. "Let us all try to not make actions out of fear. It is best to speak with one's fellow inhabitants of the woods before resorting to violence and destruction outright."

He turns then to his companions, "We should return and see where else our aid should be rendered."

It's very neat. I'm good to rp or move back to the Ancient. If Declan needs an escort Gentlestorm is more than willing to do so, since he can catch back up to the group fairly quickly himself.

You return to Corazal's grove, where Emorga congratulates you on a job well done. You have some time to rest and recover before the tortoise communes with the conrasu again and delivers another prognostication:

"A friend in need, bedeviled by a vicious beast. A proud defender, fearful of her own capacity for destruction. A hundred tiny transgressions, a hundred warnings, unheeded. The urge to nurture and protect, twisted into a gnawing hunger for vengeance. They meant no harm, but that will not save them if the monster is not contained."

When you are ready, you step through a portal to another Elder Oak near the disturbance. The vision guides to the west bank of the Sellen River about a half day's travel from the oak. As the trees begin to thin out closer to the river, you find yourselves among a series of rough campsites and ramshackle buildings sprawled for several miles along the water’s edge: fishing shacks, hunting cabins, makeshift docks, and other structures of similar purpose. Numerous homesteaders of various ancestries are going about their business as you approach, offering curt nods by way of greeting. You are directed to the trading post and told that its proprietor tends to be well informed on various happenings in the area.

At the post, a pleasant, round-faced human woman of late middle age stands behind the counter. She has twinkling dark eyes and brown hair that’s developing a slight sheen of silver. She greets you warmly as you enter her establishment.

"Well, hello there! I don’t believe we’ve met. You must have arrived on the barge that passed through this morning. My name is Sigrid Jandevik, and I run this fine establishment. Is there anything I can help you with? I’ve got dry goods, hunting supplies, blades, tackle, and if you need something that isn’t here, I’ll do what I can to get it brought in for you on the next boat."

"Ah, finally! A chance to freshen up," Wispil splashes aaround at the river's edge before they make their way into town.

"Ah, great to meet you, Sigrid. We've heard rumors of a beast attack in the area, and the druids have sent us to check it out."

"Ah, goo. The Lodge sent you!" Sigrid says, relieved. "I'm the one who sent out the request for help."[/b]

Glancing briefly around the store to make sure there are no customers within earshot, Sigrid drops her voice to a low whisper. "So, I’ve got a bit of a problem. Nothing too serious, but one that requires discretion and perhaps a somewhat specialized skill set. You see… I have a habit of turning into, well, a bear, when the moon is full. Always have. Folks around here don’t know, and I’d prefer to keep it that way; they’re good people, but they wouldn’t understand.

"Most times, it hasn’t been a problem. I’ll just close up shop for a few days and make sure I get myself out to the woods before sundown. But lately…" She shakes her head and sighs wistfully. "It hasn’t been the same around here since that awful business up at the gala. Folks are scared and angry, and if I’m being honest, so am I. I’d never forgive myself if any of those feelings got the better of me when I wasn’t entirely in my right mind. What I need is someone to keep an eye on me for the next few nights and make sure I don’t do anything I’d regret."

"Well, we could watch out for you," Wispil offers. "Maybe in exchange for a discount?" The goose looks over the stock to see if there's anything worth coveting.

Gentle Storm seems quite fine with Higgins leading this chat since he had less experience with townsfolk than he suspected the drake did. That is until he tried to haggle for a discount, to which the druid snapped a look to his diminutive companion. "We do this for the people of the Wild Woods not personal gain."

He gave a small sigh but shook his head ultimately, "Sigrid, may I ask a few questions about your situation?"

"Like, are you going to attack us?" Kilitsi says skeptically as she looks down at Sigrid.

"Given ample time I can ready myself with some therianthropic protections. Tangled brush to help keep you in one locations hopefully. A handful of spells designed to slow you down along a pathway, sticky webs, diminufication though that'd hardly buy us any time if we're sensing a protracted stay and it won't work if you aren't willing to accept it anyroad."

Leaning into his walking spear he hums and strokes his beard. "Tangles of the mind to keep you fron running too far, again short loved. If you do manage to go after anyone I've defensive options as well incase you get a bit peckish. Which hopefully wouldn't be the case of course."

The large feline grumbles, "Were it a simple affliction of the curse and the,. Primal flows of the woods less chaotic I may eventually be able to even rid you of the shifting entirely, if that were your wish. Though I' afraid as things stand right now the great magics of the wildwood are dimished somewhat. Years of long vigil take their toll on us all in various ways after all." He slaps his primordial pouch(belly) with a hearty laugh.

"I'll be grateful for your aid," Sigrid says. "My condition is something that I've always had. The extra strength served me well in my younger years as a guardian of the forest. Now that I've retired, I do my best to protect the wilds by taking every opportunity to educate my neighbors about ways to lessen the environmental impact of their activities and encouraging their responsible behavior whenever I can. I've had a good deal of success, too, although their failures still sometimes exasperate her. But I don't want the other side of me to ruin all the hard work I've put in here."

She turns to Kilitsi and Wispil. "I hope I won't attack you! I'm generally good-natured as a bear, but I don't know how I'll react this time. I'll happily reward you with some of the alchemical items in my inventory as thanks for your help."

"Great idea! I like my insight coffee black and my healing tinctures potent!" Wispil agrees, figuring that he can always fly up a tree and wait for Sigrid's transformation to end.

The tension that Alessandria had held at Marin's Mill seems absent from her bearing as she listens to Sigrid's tale with a barely suppressed excitement.

"Are there any particular triggers that have earned your wrath? Should we take care not to bear open flames or bared blades?"

"Or, like, anything that like comforts you? And is there like anyone here who's particularly hobbled, who would, like, come try to see where you are and snoop into your business?"

"No, nothing or nobody specific comes to mind," Sigrid says. "You'll just have to take things as they come, I suppose."

***

Once you've asked all your questions, you spend the rest of the day making preparations. That night, as the full moon rises, Sigrid lets out a growl as she shifts and grows, fur sprouting along her body as she transforms into a burly brown bear. She begins to slowly wander through her territory, a rough three-mile circuit up and down the riverbank.

In general, she’s focused on normal ursine pursuits: foraging for food, splashing in the river, and scratching stubborn back itches against tree trunks. Few of the region’s inhabitants bat an eye at the sight of a bear. In fact, in an area with this many druids and rangers, it’s not uncommon to see bears and other wild animals strolling around in the company of humanoid companions.

Perception DC 21: 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (2) + 14 = 16

As the night begins, Sigrid wanders aimlessly for a while before detecting distant smoke and ambling in its direction.

Complication: Fire Hazard

An unattended, inexpertly built campfire smolders amid sleeping trappers’ tents. The fire overflows with embers that could easily spark a forest fire. You will need to evacuate the camp and hide the fire before Sigrid does it for you. Violently.

Objective 1 (3 VP): The PCs must rouse the trappers and convince them to vacate the area. Doing so requires succeeding at a DC 23 Deception check, DC 21 Diplomacy check, or DC 25 Intimidate check.

Objective 2 (2 VP): Once the PCs earn the trappers’ cooperation, they must smother the fire and hide all traces of it with a DC 22 Acrobatics check or DC 18 Survival check. The PCs can work toward this objective before completing the first one, but trying to do so increases the DCs of all skill checks during this complication by 1 due to the trappers’ outrage and interference.

Wispil starts loudly squawking outside the tents.

"You're catching on fire, you nimrods!"

Intimidation: 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (1) + 14 = 15

Hero Point Intimidation: 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (19) + 14 = 33

"She looks, like, so much better with fur," Kilitsi says. "Like, why would she even want to go back?"

Diplomacy (trained): 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (19) + 9 = 28

"Wake up!" she calls, rousing the sleeping campers.

"Gentlefolk would you be so kind as to move from this area. Unless you really wish to be in the middle of mating season for the local badgers. They tend to get a bit territorial, just a friendly druidic reminder."
diplomacy: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (6) + 8 = 14

oof it's all up to you Alessandria x.x