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Cotton tries to stab the spider with his spear
1d20 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 1 = 3
1d6 ⇒ 2

1d20 + 9 ⇒ (12) + 9 = 21init

Cotton perks up at the mention of the bracers as he always feels a little exposed.

Cotton moves over to Lynore and administers healing

1d8 + 1 ⇒ (7) + 1 = 8

Cotton gives the shaman the evil eye attempting to distract him

lower AC DC 15 will save

1d20 + 9 ⇒ (3) + 9 = 12 init

Cotton glares at the wolf standing over him trying to make him eaiser to hit.

Evil Eye AC

Cotton runs his hands over his arm where the wolf bit him trying to stop the bleeding.

1d8 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 1 = 3 hps healed

6/10 hps

Cotton curses at the wolf that attacked him commanding him to heel as well.

"Back you mangy mutt."

Cotton commands the closest wolf to go to sleep.

"Bad Dog, Heel!"

1d20 + 2 ⇒ (13) + 2 = 15percp

1d20 + 9 ⇒ (16) + 9 = 25init

"Beware wolves are upon us!"

Cotton calmly walks over to the mite and stabs the sleeping form with his spear.

2d6 ⇒ (5, 4) = 9 DC 19 fort or die

"Not so fast little one, Sleep."

1d20 + 9 ⇒ (18) + 9 = 27

"This hasn't been working lately but I'll give it a go anyway! Sleep!" Cotton glares at the closest mite.

1d20 + 9 ⇒ (14) + 9 = 23init

1d20 + 7 ⇒ (16) + 7 = 23will save

Cotton gives the mite an evil eye targeting AC

Cotton attempts to end the fight stabbing at the last mite with his spear

1d20 ⇒ 4
1d6 ⇒ 1

Cotton moves up to attack M1 with his spear as he realizes his hexes are uneffective.

1d20 ⇒ 14
1d6 ⇒ 6

Cotton will continue his assault on the minds of the mites imploring M4 to sleep.

Cotton looks at another mite imploring it to sleep

"Sleep"

1d20 + 9 ⇒ (12) + 9 = 21

Cotton yells Sleep at the first mite he sees.

1d20 + 2 ⇒ (12) + 2 = 14

Cotton continues to ply his spear.

1d20 ⇒ 9
1d6 ⇒ 5

Cotton wades into the fray using his longspear on the Centipede in an attempt to hold him back from the group.

1d20 ⇒ 12
1d6 ⇒ 6

Cotton moves over to Lynore slapping a hand on her shoulder.

"Be Healed"

1d8 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 = 4 hps back

Cotton realizing he's too far away to be any help attempts to climb down next to Lynore

1d20 ⇒ 11

1d20 + 9 ⇒ (17) + 9 = 26

Cotton relays the message to the group.

"It seems that some in his tribe are what we would call evil, but many including his chieftan are not. He warned the shaman is bad."

Cotton noticing the confusion tries asking him in Draconic.

Undeterred Cotton tries his sleeping tactics again, this time on the mite assaulting Lynore.

This time in Undercommon for affect while motioning to the dead mites..

1d20 + 9 ⇒ (8) + 9 = 17init

Cotton commands the one currently harassing the kobold to sleep

"Slumber foul fiend."

"He wasn't much help, he said there are alot of them, and that their pets will take care of us. He seems to think we are helping the kobolds in a game they are playing."

In Undercommon

"How many mites are there here? Any threats in the area? How big is this place"

1d20 + 7 ⇒ (9) + 7 = 16

Cotton scoffs at the mite's display

Cotton looks at the group and scowls.

"Must I do everything? Sleep!"

Cotton looks at the charging mite and commands it to sleep.

"Sleep"

1d20 + 9 ⇒ (16) + 9 = 25

Cotton moves out into the open to get close enough to the Mites, before commanding one to sleep.

In Undercommon

"As evil as any that associate with kobolds and goblins. Know for anger and taking vengeance on those that anger them from the back of riding spiders. "

"Now that I see them I recognize these mites, they are a little troublesome but relatively weak. I believe what you are seeing is their natural resilience to anything but cold iron."

1d20 + 9 ⇒ (17) + 9 = 26 Knowledge Nature

Cotton blinks before whispering to the group. "They think it was a trap set by Kobolds."

Cotton steps forward. "I am trusting you with this, despite only knowing you for a few days... This pet of mine" With that he extracts a scorpion from his pocket. "Is no mere pet, he and I have a special bond, let him look ahead. While he cannot speak to me, yet, he will give me an idea if the area is big or not. He is uncomfortable in spaces bigger than a halfing would like you see."

Watching Kessel flee with the others in pursuit.
Cotton realizes when he's out classed speed wise, he goes over to the bound bandit and begins tieing up the prone form.

Cotton moves up in range of the closest bandit before he speaks to him. Reaching into his subconscious mind with his words.

"Sleep"

Cotton takes a double move to get cover from the wagon. c15