Brialla, for Highdelve's page

Sorry for missing a few days.

Thanks for running.

Had lots of fun with the roleplay everyone.

Chronicle looks good.

The ranger snaps off another shot.

Longbow {PBS/FE}: 1d20 + 3 + 1 + 2 ⇒ (10) + 3 + 1 + 2 = 16
Damage {PBS/FE}: 1d8 + 1 + 2 ⇒ (4) + 1 + 2 = 7

Local: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (11) + 1 = 12

"Whoa...an ettin." She shoots Mera a quick glance, "Don't worry, I've trained for this!" She thinks about it a moment longer, "Stay behind me though, just in case."

Longbow {Giant}: 1d20 + 3 + 1 + 2 ⇒ (6) + 3 + 1 + 2 = 12
Damage {Giant}: 1d8 + 1 + 2 ⇒ (5) + 1 + 2 = 8

"Did you guys hear that? Like a thump. Sounds like it came from over that way." With an arrow knocked, the ranger heads toward the noise to investigate further.

Perception : 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (16) + 6 = 22
Survival: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (8) + 6 = 14

With a fist bump and a slightly smug? grin, the ranger adds, "Looks like the 'ladies' are good!"

"Smart move children." Bria goes about the task of disarming the siblings and then recovering the blunt arrows. "Now, what's all this about?"

Bria closes in as she fires again. "Why are you trying to ruin the ceremony? Surely there is more to your story."

Longbow vs BLUE {PBS}: 1d20 + 3 + 1 ⇒ (16) + 3 + 1 = 20 for BLUNT ARROW Damage: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 1 = 5

"You guys had a chance to do it the easy way."

Brilla launches another arrow.

Longbow vs BLUE {PBS}: 1d20 + 3 + 1 ⇒ (12) + 3 + 1 = 16 for Blunt Arrow damage: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (5) + 1 = 6

Bria returns fire, the shot tangling in the branches.

Longbow vs BLUE {PBS/Cover?}: 1d20 + 3 + 1 - 4 ⇒ (5) + 3 + 1 - 4 = 5 for Blunt Arrow damage: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (6) + 1 = 7

Not certain if the kids have cover, but added it just in case.

Local: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2

"Look children, I'm not sure who or even what that is. Pretty certain its something from the dark depths of somewhere. Sure sign that he's not your 'friend'. Stand down and come back with us. No need for you to get hurt."

Intimidate: 1d20 ⇒ 5

Bria knocks one of the blunt arrows and looks around the area.

Perception: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (17) + 6 = 23

Bria quickly scans the journal. "Uh guys? we have a problem. Someone is planning to use the medallion to bypass the defenses and attack the town. Whoever's behind it manipulated the two we are looking for."

Bria thanks the merchant as she takes some of the blunt arrows. Once they get to the hut, the ranger looks around for tracks or other indications of where to go.

Survival: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (13) + 6 = 19

”Let’s go check this out. It’s probably nothing, but at least we can use it as an excuse to work off this funnel cake!”

With a mouthful of said funnel cake, the ranger points toward the condiments bar, "But they have dipping jelly!"

Dejectedly, Bria joins her cousin. Apparently, blood is thinker than olallieberry jam.

Just trust me, its delicious. If you are ever in Oregon, give it a try.

Perception: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (3) + 6 = 9

Diplo to Get Info: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (5) + 1 = 6

Too busy stuffing her face, the rangers seems oblivious to any and all possible dangers or intrigues.

"Fair town..? I don't get it. OH! This is a fair! Funny." The ranger looks over the menu, "Hmmm, no honey buns...so I guess the funnel cake will have to do." She turns to the boys, You're eating too, right?"

"It smells so good! Gentlemen, care to escort us?" Without waiting for a reply, Bria locks elbows with Torgen and heads for the food carts.

Yes, still here. Hope you are on the mend.

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 1 = 5

With a laugh in her voice, "A festival? Oh, it's been years. Mera, we have to go! Remember the last one we went to? They had those honey cakes. I got so sick. Ma was so mad at me."

Should we place ourselves on the map? Does it matter where we are?

Enjoy!

Fingers crossed.

Thumbs up (and thank you)!

"My guess is that we will have to wait on the mayor's availability. I hope we won't have to sit around too long."

Bri purses her lips as she considers Kiliuk's question. "Well, I agree that the first stop should be the mayor. The cult would seem to put more people in danger, so that looks like the priority to me."

Local: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (13) + 1 = 14

"Aurelliax? Hmm...drawing a blank. Although I think the apothecary told me it could help with constipation. Or was that acne?"

By the way, what first level character REALLY needs to take 'Giant' as their favored enemy? It is like they go out of their way to sub-optimize pre-gens. :/

Although, if it does come up, I am prepared to put on my bib and eat some crow.

"But only when we're drinking." She offers a hand to Torgen, "Nice to meet you, and welcome to the team. I'm Brialla, but Bri or Bria is just fine as well."

An excited peal erupts from the ranger, "MERA!" She runs over and wraps her cousin up in a warm embrace. "I didn't even know if you have arrived yet. Isn't this place amazing? Who would have though two kids from Port Ice would make it all the way to Skyreach?" Bri holds her cousin at arms length. "You look great Mera. You always travel so well. As for my mother, she kept putting sugar on the salmon instead of the salt. I finally had to hide the whole bag before she ended up ruining the winter stockpile." She tucks some loose strands of hair behind her ear. "Any word from Gran?"

Brialla sits on the table, letting her legs dangle. She turns and offers a smile toward the barbarian, "You know Kiliuk, with enough wine in this one, you'll have a tremendous singing partner. She's loud, but terribly off key. She does make up for it with such enthusiasm though. AND the more she drinks, the louder she gets. Simply awful."

The ranger returns the nod. She purses her lips as she concentrates a little. "What song is that? It sounds familiar, but I can't place it. I'm Brialla by the way."

The blonde archer steps into the room. Stray hair slips from her bun as she looks around the room. With an unconscious puff of air, she blows it aside. Seeing no one else present for the moment, she takes a seat near the door. Though certain she has not forgotten anything, she double checks her equipment one more time.