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With sincere apologies I have to bow out of this game. Life has become increasingly....cumbersome as of late. Sorry for any inconvenience this may cause. Thanks for the gaming. Good luck.

Thanks for rolling for me. Sorry for being M.I.A., had some internet issues over the weekend

"Well he ain't no mite, whatever he is. The enemy of me enemy is me friend, or somethin' like that..right? Now step aside lil friend." says Angus as he steps beside Caelin. Ready to meet the mites, axe in hand.

I'm still in

I've been waiting for the group to do something as I've set the stage and am just waiting to see how things play out.

Angus, did you miss the little info I posted earlier? You heard something on the other side of the tree.

Oops, How'd I miss that. Sorry

"What was that? D'ya hear that?" says Angus to whomever is near. Drawing his axe as he slowly walks to the rear of the tree, keeping a sharp eye out for danger.

Perception 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (14) + 3 = 17

Gave seems to have died out..hope I am wrong?

Ya seems that way. I keep checking but nothing seems to happen...

"I say we camp. Or at least pretend to camp...Draw the little vermin out...or...we could just set fire to the tree" chuckles Angus as his left hand erupts in flames.

Hey folks, anyone else out there aside from Caelin, Constance and Polson? (and Peebo)

Yeah...has the game started again?....

Just checking in. Waiting for things to get going again.

Perception 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (7) + 3 = 10

Time travelling cure light wounds for Caelin 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 1 = 3

Perception1d20 + 3 ⇒ (2) + 3 = 5
awesome...

Angus casts cure light wounds on Erian (and anyone else who needs it) before praying for his spells for tomorrow

Erian's cure light wounds 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (6) + 1 = 7

Perception 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (14) + 3 = 17

"Might as well finish this business with the mites..HAHA

"Aye, makes me guts turn too, but we can't rule it out. These brigands may have a broad network in these parts...we should keep are wits about us."

"Gaelen... Now that I remember, the bandits boss calls himself the Stag Lord, wonder if this stag amulets aren't from some briggands the mites killed" looks the amulet with curiosity "This might be useful if what I think is right"

"Or maybe the mites didn't kill any brigands..maybe the mites are in the brigands' and this Stag Lord's pocket, scouts or somethin?"

north I guess

"Where you goin?! Angus chases down the other fleeing mite...
attack1d20 + 6 ⇒ (14) + 6 = 20
damage1d12 + 5 ⇒ (5) + 5 = 10

AoO 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (13) + 6 = 19
damage1d12 + 5 ⇒ (6) + 5 = 11

"HA! That's all you got!!" taunts Angus swinging his axe at a mite

Attack the mite to the north

Attack 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (17) + 6 = 23 (+5, +1 for Elian's song?)
Damage 1d12 + 5 ⇒ (7) + 5 = 12 (+4 Str, +1 Elian's song?)

"Die you ugly bug!!!" screams Agus as he brings his freshly sharpened axe down on the centipede in front of him
attack 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (9) + 5 = 14
damage1d12 + 5 ⇒ (4) + 5 = 9(+4 str, +1 sharpened axe using a whetstone;+1 dmg on first hit after sharpening

initiative 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (12) + 2 = 14
thought the party had an initiative(6) and the mites had an initiative?

Will save 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (12) + 5 = 17 +2 if spell

"What?! Ah, good I thought I was gonna die of bordum"
Angus moves to the east scanning to the north and east for any signs of movement
perception(darkvision)1d20 + 3 ⇒ (15) + 3 = 18

I give a signal to Gaelen that we there is something to the east of our camp and I try to get closer to it.

No signal to Angus?...who is closer to the east side of the camp(according to the map anyway)....odd. Angus will continue to sharpen his axe

perception 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (3) + 3 = 6

Perception check to notice anything 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (14) + 3 = 17

"Ey. I'll take first watch we ye Caelin"

"Peace o'cake. Now lets get mov'n. We're using up the sun."

Perception 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (19) + 3 = 22

Survival 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (19) + 3 = 22

"Agreed...we find this Bokken and go from there...now lets get mov'n"

"Ey. Lets move, and don't worry Gaelen. I'm sure they'll be enough spilt blood and coin before this journey is through to satisfy your thirst for both." grumbles Angus as he turns to leave Oleg's

"Actually destroying the mites may not just be fun..haha..but may actually help in our diplomacy with the Sootscales. The two have been at war for a year or so now. Bet those lil lizards w'd welcome some help for there cause. We should seek out Sootscale..that'll be the name of there chief. Thiis here tribe has changed it's name countless times over the years, and it's always the name of there current chief. Maybe we can convince Sootscale to stop his aggresion and give us some intel on the bandits for our help in his mite problem"

Angus stretches and takes a long deep breath.."AAAHH..A fine morning. Let us get this expedition underway."

Wondering if Angus may know anthing about the history of the Kobold clan in question
Knowledge:History 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (18) + 4 = 22

Unless the group has anything else they'd like to accomplish tonight, the night goes by uneventfully.

11 Pharast, 4710 AR

Daybreak....

sorry for the late post...unusually busy day. Angus casts cure light wounds on himself and Tam before praying for the next days spells before retiring for the night

Tam Cure 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (6) + 1 = 7
Angus Cure 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 = 4

Sense Motive 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (12) + 7 = 19

Angus finishes his ale and approaches Tam "See you felt the wolves' teeth too...Nasty critters...bark is worse than ther bite tho, but still, ye should have that looked at. May I?"

Perception 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (9) + 3 = 12

Apparently Angus is also deep in conversation with Caelin and Polson

"HA! Ye lucked out me friend! Looks like the drinks are on the muts!" crows Angus to Caelin then turns to Oleg, and extends a hand "Ey, we're all one. The names Angus and you'll get no ill behavior from us...so long as you have beer" says Angus to Oleg with a wink

If the last wolf is still standing..Angus will drop his axe and fire his crossbow at the remaining wolf
attack1d20 + 1 ⇒ (17) + 1 = 18
damge1d8 ⇒ 4

"Oi! Angus! ya don't get so excited ya gonna miss if ya don't look"smiles, "let's keep scores, the one that has less kills buys the drinks in the tavern next time" laughs out loud "Oi! Polson! wanna give it a go too!?"

HA!! Your on boy..remember the sun shines on dogs arse some days! HaHa!" taunts Angus bringing his axe down on the remaining wolf

Attack 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (8) + 5 = 13
Damage1d12 + 4 ⇒ (7) + 4 = 11

seriously electronic dice roller?

"Yaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!!!" Angus screams and charges.
I charge the souther, rear pair of wolves, specifically the one on the right of the 2. Not sure about the distance to the wolves..if it's to far to charge then I'll ready an attack against there charge.

Attack 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (4) + 7 = 11(+1 BAB,+3STR,+1weapon focus,+2 charge)

Damage1d12 + 4 ⇒ (6) + 4 = 10

I will post as often as I can today, but there are still thousands of us without powere here in the philadelphia area...so it might be more difficult. Sorry

Initiative 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (20) + 2 = 22

"Well it's about time we had a lil fun today. I could use a few wolf pelts to keep this infernal rain off me wiskers." blusters Angus to Caelin , cracking his knuckles and drawing his axe with silent prayer "Ther's three more of the beasts to the north. Watch your backs!"

I'm also on foot at the southeast corner of the wagon, just to the east of Caelin

Perception 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (17) + 3 = 20

Black Fang wrote:

Caelin, you notice two groups of people. The first looks to be local just in to have a few drinks before heading home after a hard day. The second, looks to be either military, or mercenary.

"Hello and good evening, this is a proper church for some prayer Angus, at least my sort of prayer is prayer" looks back to find Angus

"Ey! most proper!" says Angus winking at Caelin "Barkeep!? Three of your finest meads for me and me friends!"

Angus looks around the room and trys to get a feeling for the crowd
Sense Motive 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (6) + 7 = 13

"Then the Pirate's Slug it is then! Com'on Caelin me friend..we'll grab Polson on the way...Angradd tells me that one may need some watching after." bellows Angus to Caelin as he heads towards town

Looks at Angus and says, "Naaahh it's not poisoned, and the name is Caelin, Mr Angus always a pleasure to see a dvergr, care to join me for a good mead and pork at the tavern?", Caelin smiles and says, "Well I hope there is a good tavern in side and a good song or story to listen"

1d20 + 5

Extending his had to Caelin "Nice to meech ya. As a matter ye fact..Me and..and" Looking to Polson "What's your name again son? ...were just about to toss back a few prayers..wlcome to join if ya like"

Polson hops down off the cart and stretches in an exaggerated manner. Offering a hand to Angus to assist his egress from the cart Polson begins to stride towards Maeger Varn. "Time for a drink I think!"

"A drink?! Well that sounds more like it. I haven't prayed all day. Lets go."