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Male Human Urban Druid/2 HP: (16)10; AC14, Touch 10, FF 14, Fort +3, Will +7, Ref +0. Init +0
![]() Fort Save the first:1d20 + 3 ⇒ (16) + 3 = 19 Fort Save the second:1d20 + 3 ⇒ (20) + 3 = 23 Arryn keeps his cool and moves out of the room, leaving the doors open. He waves a hand and traces an invisible rune just outside the door. ![]()
Male Human Urban Druid/2 HP: (16)10; AC14, Touch 10, FF 14, Fort +3, Will +7, Ref +0. Init +0
![]() Arryn reaches up and grabs Delhindron with both arms, attempting to wrestle the man from the creature. He whispers a mantra in the old tongue, the words of The Green. Delhindron is healed for 1d8 + 2 ⇒ (1) + 2 = 3. ![]()
Male Human Urban Druid/2 HP: (16)10; AC14, Touch 10, FF 14, Fort +3, Will +7, Ref +0. Init +0
![]() Arryn recovers and moves away, toward the door. But... These are animals. Creepy crawlies to be sure, but animals. Arryn spends the round watching them, trying to sense what they want and how they are behaving. It's possible we disturbed them, or that they're frightened. Knowlege: Nature? Sense Motive? If you need a check I'm here for you, Game Master. ![]()
Male Human Urban Druid/2 HP: (16)10; AC14, Touch 10, FF 14, Fort +3, Will +7, Ref +0. Init +0
![]() Zadok Obed Mlaştină wrote: "I have to micturate." Arryn looks to Zadok. Oh, thank you. I've been holding it in, afraid of offending anyone. Arryn wanders off to a corner, adjusts his hides and loudly urinates on the wall. ![]()
Male Human Urban Druid/2 HP: (16)10; AC14, Touch 10, FF 14, Fort +3, Will +7, Ref +0. Init +0
![]() Arryn approaches the body and examines it, attempting to discern cause of death (if it's not the apparent impalement) and how old it is. Then he'll go through the pockets, looking for anything that may yield new information. Heal: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (8) + 9 = 17 if you want it. EDIT: I moved into the room, but I can't quite tell from the map where the hearth is. ![]()
Male Human Urban Druid/2 HP: (16)10; AC14, Touch 10, FF 14, Fort +3, Will +7, Ref +0. Init +0
![]() Deldhindon Duskmere wrote: Why are you asking it to blink twice if it doesn't understand you? If it did blink twice, would that mean it was lying? No, it would mean it had a sense of humor. I was including the second option to save time and relay information. ![]()
Male Human Urban Druid/2 HP: (16)10; AC14, Touch 10, FF 14, Fort +3, Will +7, Ref +0. Init +0
![]() Arryn is hesitant... But Druidic is an old language. Perhaps? Druidic:
"Do you understand me? Blink once for yes, and twice for no." To the others: We can't attack this thing, until we know more about it. It may be intelligent. ![]()
Male Human Urban Druid/2 HP: (16)10; AC14, Touch 10, FF 14, Fort +3, Will +7, Ref +0. Init +0
![]() To the eye: "Do you understand my words? Please blink once for yes and rapidly twice for no." That was Taldane. He will try Elven and Sylvan if there is no clear response. Is Druidic spoken on Golarian or written only? ![]()
Male Human Urban Druid/2 HP: (16)10; AC14, Touch 10, FF 14, Fort +3, Will +7, Ref +0. Init +0
![]() What can I discern about the way this eye works? What it can see or not see, what is it's field of vision? Does it have low light or infravision? And from a medical standpoint... How is this thing carrying out biological processes? Heal and Perception are both +9. ![]()
Male Human Urban Druid/2 HP: (16)10; AC14, Touch 10, FF 14, Fort +3, Will +7, Ref +0. Init +0
![]() OK, first... That's a disease on Johari, right? Can I treat his disease that morning? Heal:1d20 + 8 ⇒ (20) + 8 = 28 Second, Arryn closes and attacks. 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 = 4 And hopes he gives the shapeshifter a moment of introspection. Perhaps he will mend his wicked ways. ![]()
Male Human Urban Druid/2 HP: (16)10; AC14, Touch 10, FF 14, Fort +3, Will +7, Ref +0. Init +0
![]() Zadok Obed Mlaştină wrote: "There's little green here friend, but I can appreciate finding meaning in what is. Now we must make what ought to be." Arryn grows animated suddenly. Oh but there is! That's the mistake that many make! The Green is all around us. Cities are nothing more than hives, lairs, anthills made my the hands of humans and demihumans. Dirt tunneled by ants is still earth. And steel is naught but iron ore dug up by insignificant creatures and shaped by their hands. Hewn stone is still stone. And life continues to brim in the cracks and crevasses between the worked metals and earth. Trees die in the forest and continue to house and offer succor to creatures great and small. Is there any difference in a human cutting down a tree and shaping it make his dwelling? This is where I walk.
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