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Bobek reflects that he must have crow's blood under his skin... because he is scared. Scared... of the scarecrow.

Bobek's eyes open wide with wonder: "That scarecrow is dancing... FASCINATING!"

Will Save 5 + 2 = 7

Bobek pulls out his bow and nocks an arrow while grinning at Chalen, "those foul black birds bring nothing but disease and trouble, Stranger." Moving stealthily, he boldly hides behind Oso and peers around him to keep an eye on the cornrows.

Bobek squints at the hut, scanning for any signs of recent occupation.

Wow, Louinor... I came pretty close to what you did, rolling a 19 and a 1!!! Listen = 25, Spot = 7

Real life always trumps gaming! I'll check back now and then, but it should give us time to rest up and regain all our hit points, eh? :-)

Congrats to Open Call finalists! Bobek currently is at 4 HP.

Bobek recoils from the nasty thing and swings wide.

Attack roll: 9 + 1 = 10

"Stop its thrashing tail and the battle is won!" yells the rage filled man.

Pin it

"I'll pin it's tail with my spear!" Bobek cries, but thinks to himself I'm not touching that slimy thing unless I have to...

Attack Roll 12 + 1 = 13, damage = 3

Bobek bolts across the clearing, skidding to a stop well out of reach of the serpents jaws and claws. His longspear dances in a flurry of jabs.

"Hyah!" "Hu-wah!"

Yay! A natural 20. Score one for the little guy. Critical Confirmation: 13 + 1 = 14. Normal damage is 4 + 2(skirmishing) = 6. If a critical, damage is 21 (2 additional d8 rolls)

Bobek will loose an arrow at the creature...

11 + 2 - 4(into melee) = 9

...and then realizing the futility of firing into combat, will drop his shortbow and prepare to draw his longspear.

I finally scored a Wii. There goes my weekend.

The shouts of Malleon startle Bobek awake. "Danger!" He rolls out of his blanket, ignoring the stabbing pain in his wounded shoulder.

Seeing a slithering, scaly horror writhing around Malleon, Bobek grabs his trusty shortbow and strings an arrow while rising to a crouching position.

I'm guessing that's all I can do this round, as that's several move actions, and it's hard go right from deep sleep to attacking something...

Knowledge(Nature) 18 + 3 = 21

Bobek abruptly grabs Malleon's arm. "You'd best stick to the dead wood on the forest floor. These trees are older than time itself, and some of 'em have wisdom of the spirits. They may not take kindly to an axe choppin' their limbs off!"

Bobek chips in; collecting firewood branches that have fallen at the fringes of the clearing, while keeping a respectful distance from the Great Tree in a sort of holy reverence.

"Throw him your gasra, Oso, that'll bring him around."

"Are you well enough to travel, Bobek?"

Bobek nods, "Aye, stranger. I can wrap up this shoulder and I'll be fit to travel. If we meet another cowardly sniping ugly like this one, I might have to take cover..."

Bobek grabs the 11 arrows and 5gp to distribute among the party, "At least he saw fit to compensate us for our trouble in killing him!"

Oso moves over and pats Bobek on the shoulder.

"Nice little trap he set for us."

Bobek yanks the bloody arrow out of his shoulder and winces at Oso, "You got that right, big guy. I don't care to be skewered like a stupid little fox. Let's see if we can figure out why he wanted to kill me."

Bobek kneels by the fallen Hobgoblin and inspects him.

Search Check 11 + 5 = 16

Bobek looks where Oso points, sees a Hobgoblin with a bow, feels the throbbing pain from the arrow in his shoulder, and quickly pieces all the facts together.

"That bastard shot me!"

Bobek tears after the fleeing archer and unleashes another arrow from his shortbow while on the run.

Move 30 feet and Ranged Attack: 14 + 2 = 16
Damage: 4 + 6(Skirmishing) = 10

Seeing his "human shield" under attack, Bobek will spring into action, and race from the tree in a wide arc behind Chalen - dodging and weaving to search for the perfect angle and finally unleash an arrow at the remaining bird.

Ranged Attack 12 + 2 = 14
damage = 5 + 2 (Skirmishing) = 7

Bobek savors the feel of strength flowing from Louinor's outstretched hand and gasps "Thanks, lady, thanks!"

Scrambling to his feet Bobek whips out his shortbow and scans the ground nearby for any form of cover to duck behind; a stump, large log or rock.

"Bobek where is your arrow from?"

Bobek gasps "It came from that way," and nods vaguely toward the east.

Bobek spins around in horror, futilely clutching at his gory shoulder and straining against the iron trap claws. Blood spatters everywhere, in his hair, in his eyes. The lad fails to see anything except the dark void of unconsciousness threatening to engulf him in it's silent embrace. "Ack. My... my shoulder! I'm hurt... bad..."

1 HP left. Spot Check 4 + 6 = 10

Reflex Save 9 + 4 = 13

Bobek howls in pain and fury as a crude bear trap snaps shut on his leg. "Get it off! Get it off!"

I forgot one of the Prime Directives of D&D: 'Never Scout Ahead' :-)

Bobek's scouting impulses kick in, as he motions for silence and creeps off through the trees in the direction Louinor pointed.

Spot Check 8 + 6 = 14, Move Silently 2 + 5 = 7

8 + 6 = 14 Listen Check

I think sleeping for the night here at the camp (or nearby) would be a good idea, since we are in a protected area. Get a fresh start in the morning with some healing and all our spells.

Currently at 6 HP, with a bellyful of chow.

Bobek returns from his wandering and grins at Oso, "Well big fellow, you seem to lead with your stomach, which is a good thing. Thanks, I could use some hot tasty vittles." Bobek grins and heads to the mess hall to claim some grub.

Bobek scowls at the lumber camp with barely suppressed disgust, his eyes keenly surveying the layout of the buildings as if drawing up a mental map. Then he pretends to wander carelessly, while tallying up the number of guards and lumber workers present in the camp.

Observing the rough laborers hacking apart majestic Darkwood trees, Bobek grits his teeth in anger. I can't believe we have to come crawling to these forest rapers to ask for help. Surely there's another way to find our path...

as for the herbs DC20 Alchemy or Knowledge(Nature)** spoiler omitted **

d20 roll 19 +3 = 22 Knowledge(Nature)

Bobek sniffs the herbs and wrinkles his nose, "Aye, I've seen this before. The dru-- er, I mean to say, some friends of mine who are wise in the ways of the wood call this plant 'wolfs-bane'. I think the wolf-men, and wolf-girlys are none too fond of it..."

Bobek shivers as he stomps the frozen carcasses of spiders to black dust on the ground.

secondary Fort Save = 20 (dang, where are those numbers when I roll attacks?

Bobek regards Chalen with a newfound awe, "Stranger, you've got some wild power within you! P'haps the beast-girl was drawn to your magics rather than the taste of my skin?"

Bobek frowns at the funeral pyre as he gathers his shortbow, "One thing's sure... she won't be feasting again."

Wow, cutting us no slack! Fort roll 1 = 17, Fort roll 2 = 20 (whew!)

Bobek will swallow his fear and blink the spiders from his eyes while taking a 5 ft step away from Jeva (not quite clear on the positions, but hope there is a spot where he can get reach and not fall in the trapdoor).

With a lunge of his longspear, Bobek yells shrilly "You'll not eat me for dinner!"

Rolled a 2 to attack. Crap. Wasted all my good rolls on the Fort saves!

Eyes wide with terror, Bobek will hurl the lit torch at the fiendish creature while uttering the not-so-courageous battle cry of "Weeeaaargh!"

Rolled a 6 - 4(improvised weapon) = 2

Then, he'll loose his longspear and hold it at the ready.

Bobek will holler (out of turn) at the top of his lungs, "Forget them spiders, we got some REAL trouble up here! That little girl wants to EAT ME!!!"

Bobek stifles a chuckle at the unusual sight unfolding beneath him. Then, as he sees Chalen sloshing oil around in the tight space packed with people and torches, he recalls the lessons taught to him by the druids of the forest: "Careful with that flame, stranger! Fire can be a good friend or a savage foe!"

His scout instincts kicking in, Bobek spins to survey the surrounding area for danger, and to check on the little girl.

Rolled a Natural 20 for a Spot Check, for a total of 26. Wow, I'm really rolling at the extremes, here.

Bobek hesitates, startled by the extreme violence that has transformed Oso's demeanor, and by the arcane fireworks shooting from Chalen's hand. Then regaining his composure, looses another arrow at the Monstrous Spider.
Rolled a Natural 1! Clearly disturbed by Oso's rage...

Not sure if we are playing fumble checks, but if so I roll a d20 + 2 = 19 Dex Check.

So it turns out my Wi-Fi isn't working at the beach (grrr, what's a vacation without the interwebs?), but I found an internet cafe.

Thanks for going for me, I'll continue pumping arrows at the beast until it drops, and then generally hang out with Chalen since I'm technically "guiding" him

Bobek are you in the cellar, or up above looking in?

That depends... is something about to whack the snot out of me? Just kidding - up above the trapdoor, looking down.

Bobek grimaces at the stench. "Hmm... Something bad happened here."

Rolled 15 + 6 = 21 Spot check

"Bobek, what you hear?"

"Not a peep, big fellow. You want to smash this old lock for us? Could be a clue down there to what happened here..."

Or could be a vault full of valuables nobody's come to claim...

I'll be traveling all next week, so my posting could be a bit spotty, but I'll still be checking in on my laptop.

"Let's see if there's anything holed up down there."

Bobek will listen at the trapdoor.

Rolled 9 + 6 = 15 Listen check

Kobolds! Of course it's kobolds. Now why didn't I see that?

Fearing that where there's a trapdoor, there's a trap, Bobek loosens his longspear from his back and holds it at the ready.

"Careful now! If what this girls says is true, some of these lizard critters could be hidin' in there..."

Bobek notices quite immediately that a few clawed, reptilian tracks, mingle with what appears drag marks and broken twigs, branches, and trampled grass. It would seem that the reptilian tracks pulled and dragged something north. It is hard to follow the trail exactly as recent rain has washed away many footprints, though the broken underbrush is still a clear sign of northward travel. Bobek, make a Knowledge (Nature) check

Rolled 3(d20) + 3 = 6 Knowledge(Nature)

"Definitely lizards. Yes, a flock of oversize lizards trompin' around here, headed northward..."

Nice, Oso -- I was writing my post while you wrote yours!

Bobek grins, "It's okay, friend. A good tracker can read what's old and what's fresh as clear as you can read a... oh, wait, maybe you can't read? Never mind..."

Hmm... if the children were here recently, there should be tracks left in this thick ash and the mud from yesterday's rain.

Bobek kneels and peers closely at the ash and mud.

Survival check(Tracking feat) = 16(d20) + 4 = 20

Quietly; "Bobek, I wonder if you could inquire as to group room rates at the other inn we passed coming in to town...something...lady, I forget the name. I'm willing to pay a little more if that inn tends to be more sniff upscale than this establishment."

Bobek flashes Chalen a toothy grin, "If by 'upscale', you're meanin' ladies available by the hour, extra-strong brew, and a wide assortment of dice n' card games, then yes, the 'Lady' is yer place. If you're meanin' fluffy pillows and a perfumed bath, well, then you're in the wrong town! Falcon's Hollow is a town with dirt under its fingernails and a guilty conscience black as charcoal..."

Bobek's grin fades as he scowls at the rainy sky now. Could be this town deserves a plague, and far worse punishment for its evil ways.

We need to find the Eldest trees in the Vale to find Elderwoof Moss. We also need Ironbloom Mushrooms, and those we can probably find in the dwarven ruins to the north. And we have to find Ulizmila the Witch, for an exotic root called a Rat's Tail.

If your guide can't help us, there is a man at the logging camp who was reccomended."

Bobek nods to the assembled crowd, "Ahhh...yes! Eldest trees... Ironbloom... Rat's Tail... sure, sure, no problem..."

What in the name of the spirits are these crazy outsiders talking about?

"Of course I know roughly where all these things are to be found. But, uh... we might best check with that man at the logging camp just to be sure, y'know, to pinpoint the... uh, exact geographical, uh... spot."

"This is Bobek, my personal guide, and he's incredibly knowledgeable of all places in Falcon's Hollow."
I hope.

Bobek nods vigorously. "You got that right, stranger. I know these lands like a flea knows a dog. Been runnin' through these woods since I was still suckin' at the teat. I can get ya where ya need to go."

I hope...

"If it's religious folk yer after, there's temples a-plenty in this town. Them that follow Iomedae are nice enough. Elara's place is a bit of a trek, as I recall, pretty far out of town, on the edge of the Vale itself... might want to wait 'til this weather clears up to visit there..."

Calling inside after Bobek

"You there, what was your name again? There may just be coin in following me after all."

Bobek hustles out the door, back into the mud and rain, barely avoiding a collison with another very large and fierce looking man. "Yikes, sorry!" Then, finding Chalen standing by the kids, "Bobek at your service, stranger! Where'dya want to go?"

JAK'A'NAPES - The innkeeper offers another forced smile. "No, no real work I can offer. Unless you are a healer or a tracker, son. Then the town might need you. As I said before, got people dying and kids missing. Ain't happy times here in the Hollow"

Bobek feels his tongue loosening as the beer and wine take hold, "Death and missing children? Sounds like the town is being punished! Spirits of the Darkwood trees... judging 'em... found 'em guilty! Guilty of hacking down good living wood."

Bobek frowns as he turns to see if the children outside the window are still there. "Shame about them missing kids, though. Innocent kids don't deserve no punishment for what their fathers done..."

As the stranger stalks out of the bar, Bobek rolls his eyes and chuckles to the barkeep, "Outsiders - who do they think they are, marching in here and insulting us. 'Slumming', indeed!" Bobek grabs the half-empty flask of Chalen's wine and downs it in a long gulp. "Ahhh. Well, I guess Outsiders are good for something, after all!"

Wiping his mouth, Bobek grins and squints at the barkeep, "Say, did you mention that you knew of some work? I'm always looking for a few more coins to line my pocket, and apparently there's no money to be made as a Guide in this town!"

Chalen sits down in a huff, "Apparently, my scruffy companion, following me is most definitely "not" profitable. I wonder if that savage with the yakwine has had any better luck?”

Bobek eyes the stranger once more. This one looks like he has some money tucked away...

"Well, sir, I find that a clever lad can turn almost any situation into a profitable one. If you're lookin' for a guide about town, or into the Vale itself, then you might profit from letting me lead the way! Bobek's the name, and for a silver piece, I'll take ya wherever ya need to go."

Bobek leans in and whispers, "I can even get ya in to the Rouge Lady, if some carousing is what yer after..."

Noticing Bobek for the first time, "Hello there, are you following me?"

Bobek smiles and raises his tankard, "That all depends, stranger... is there any profit to be gained in following you?"