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"If we follow the river upstream, do we want to continue to travel by night, or revert back to traveling by day? If the days are not too scorching hot, traveling by day may be the better option. We certainly don't have to worry about water now."

"Well my friends, I have not any divine abilities that would assist us in getting across this river. That leaves us with the mundane, earthly methods. I can think of three:"

"First, we try to swim across. I believe that would not be the first choice of our friend Flint."

"Second, if one of us has knowledge of boat building perhaps we could build a crude craft to get us across. Although, material to make a craft to carry us may be in short supply in this area."

"Third, we could follow the river upstream in hopes of finding a place that would be easier to ford the river."

"And while I was explaining our options as I see them, I thought of another. We could build a signal fire that could possibly attract the attention of a boat on the river or out on the ocean that could possibly assist us. The problem with that is the signal may attract unwanted attention."

"Are we going to travel all night or just through the evening? I have no problem with swapping to a nocturnal existence while we travel this desolation."

Damandor wakes in the morning, offers thanks for a safe and uneventful night. He has a light breakfast and says, "Flint, you may want to do so. Had I known last night that the day would be so warm, I too could have supplied us with water."

"I hate to delay too long, but if it would be dangerous to travel in the heat of day, we could certainly wait until evening and travel in the cool of the night."

Damandor nods in acceptance of Grunthor's request. Concentrating briefly that now familiar burst of positive energy spreads out from Damandor washing over everyone in the camp.

Channel Energy: 1d6 ⇒ 4, Flint is now healed before even sleeping, and hopefully the additional hp helps Anyssa and Grunthor along.

Perception check for my turn on watch: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (3) + 4 = 7

After camp is set up, and a meal begun, Damandor turns his attention to those in the party who are injured.

Heal checks for Anyssa, Grunthor, and Flint using 3 uses of my healer's kit for a plus two on each of the checks.

Anyssa's heal check: 1d20 + 6 + 2 ⇒ (18) + 6 + 2 = 26

Grunthor's heal check: 1d20 + 6 + 2 ⇒ (7) + 6 + 2 = 15

Flint's heal check: 1d20 + 6 + 2 ⇒ (11) + 6 + 2 = 19

Anyssa, Grunthor, and Flint all regain twice as many hp during their rest that night as they normally would. 2 hp/level.

After seeing to his companions, Damandor takes an hour to meditate and give his thanks to Corellon for allowing them to live through another day. He will then take first watch, after which he falls swiftly to sleep. (As long as they are not disturbed during the night)

"Flint, I think Annysa may need some assistance as she is still very badly hurt, and Grunthor may still be pretty badly hurt as well, but better off then Annysa I believe."

"I can use the power granted unto me by Corellon one more time today, but then I will not have the use of it for the rest of the day should we need it", Damandor says while preparing to leave, "I can use it to further help Grunthor and Annysa if they would like?"

Let me know if you would like me to use my last Channel Energy.

With the arrival of Flint, Damandor's heart leaps for joy and he sends thanks to Corellon for the aid that came to them in the form of their Dwarf companion Flint.

After Flint fells the ogre, Damandor nods his thanks to Flint for his assistance as he tries to catch his breath. He then goes to assist Anyssa and Grunthor in any way he can. As he does so he says, "I believe it would be wise of us to move a little way away from this battle scene while I offer some healing to our injured companions."

Once the party has put a little distance between them and remains of the battle he says, "Those that are injured please gather round me." As soon as they do he concentrates briefly and that now familiar radiant burst of light and energy emanates from Damandor and spreads outward.

Channel Energy: 1d6 ⇒ 2, I believe that those who are injured are: Anyssa, Grunthor, Damandor, and I think Flint was down a few hp from the first bugbear attack.

"Grunthor, I believe that you may be worse off of all of us, please let me assist you further." Damandor steps toward the barbarian and while speaking a phrase in the language that he uses to cast his spells and placing a hand on his shoulder heals the barbarian of some more of his wounds.

Casts Cure Light Wounds: 1d8 + 2 ⇒ (2) + 2 = 4

Damandor then says, "My friends I am going to need to rest soon before I can do much more healing. I think that while we still have some daylight we should put some more distance between us and our attackers remains. If they were part of a tribe, then there may be more near by."

Damandor then prepares to continue their journey.

Damandor steps back from the ogre and casts a spell, while continuing to hold his holy symbol up in supplication from his deity, while speaking in a language other than his native tongue.

Damandor takes a 5' step back and casts the spell Bless. That will give everyone in the party a +1 bonus to attacks and saves against fear.

Staggered by the blow the creature finally lands on Damandor, he steps back and raising his Holy symbol in the air, calls on the power given unto him. As he does a visible burst of energy spreads out from him in all directions.

Damandor uses his channel energy. This heals 1d6 ⇒ 6hp damage for all living creatures within 30' of Damandor.

Well that should help everyone out, unfortunately the brute that we are fighting as well (unless he is undead), but it erases almost all the damage he did to Damandor. That should stabilize Anyssa as well.

Damandor strike with his longsword once again, hoping again that he can strike this big creature down.

Damandor says as he strikes at the creature with his sword, "So, speak can you a bit? Well we'll see what we can do to silence you!"

Attack (Longsword): 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (2) + 2 = 4, Damage: 1d8 + 2 ⇒ (4) + 2 = 6 I now know of a surety that the virtual dice hate me now.

Damandor once again has trouble striking the beast, he is weary after back to back battles and the adrenaline rush he felt at the beginning is ebbing away from him.

"Corellon, please we beseech you to aid us in this time of need."

Damandor summoning some of the supernatural power granted to him by Corellon, reaches out to touch his opponent.

Touch attack: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (4) + 2 = 6

Damandor tries to impart some of his chaotic nature on the beast that he is battling with. If he manages to touch his opponent, his opponent will have to roll any d20 roll twice and take the lower result for the next round.

Damandor with a plea to Corellon as he watches Anyssa brutally knock unconscious by this brute that they face, press his attack once more in the hope that he can finish this battle in time to aid his friends.

"Corellon aid me in this fight that I may save friends, direct my strike so that I may end this fight and defeat this foe."

Attack (Longsword): 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (9) + 2 = 11, Damage: 1d8 + 2 ⇒ (7) + 2 = 9

Once again it looks as if Damandor has fail to connect with the beast.

Damandor seeing the anger and wrath grow in this creature, swings his longsword once again in an effort to bring down this monster.

"We must hurry and finish this one off, lest he wear us down I fear."

Attack (longsword): 1d20 + 2 + 2 ⇒ (2) + 2 + 2 = 6, Damage: 1d8 + 2 ⇒ (7) + 2 = 9

Unfortunately, Damandor did not get quite the attack results that he wanted. :-(

Damandor will move into a flanking position with Anyssa and then attack the brute with all he has.

Attack: 1d20 + 2 + 2 ⇒ (15) + 2 + 2 = 19, Damage: 1d8 + 2 ⇒ (4) + 2 = 6

Damandor is stunned as he sees Grunthor go down and Anyssa hit badly.

On his next turn Damandor will do the following.

He then rushes towards Grunthor, discarding his crossbow and drawing his longsword as he races towards the fallen barbarian.

I'm not sure how far Damandor is from Grunthor and Anyssa, so I'm not sure what my action for this round is going to be. Here are the probabilities in order of preference.

If I'm close enough I'll attack the large creature that hit Grunthor. Attack (longsword): 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (17) + 2 = 19

or if Damandor can get within 30' of Anyssa and Grunthor then he will use his channel positive energy. Healing 1d6 ⇒ 4 hp of damage to all living creatures in a 30' radius, and doing the same amount of damage to undead.

or if he cannot get close enough he will just close the distance and attack next round.

Damandor seeing the near hit to Garret fires his crossbow at the huge figure coming down the hillside.

[ooc]Ranged attack: Heavy Crossbow - 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (7) + 1 = 8, Damage: 1d10 ⇒ 4

After missing his target Damandor pleads with Corellon to aid them as he moves closer to Anyssa to aid her if needed.

"Corellon, please aid us at this time as we protect ourselves from our enemies and try to restore order to Bastion."

Damandor is updated and ready to go.

A fair looking, young (for an elf) elven cleric walks in the door, wearing the holy symbol of his deity around his neck.

He looks over the place and says, "Excellent! A house of pancakes, I have been craving pancakes, and now I can get some. It's been such a long time since I've seen any action, and now I can at least sit down and eat some pancakes."

"Who be the owner of this inn? Do ye have strawberry pancakes? And might you have a bit (actually, quite a bit, I like to drown them) of boysenberry syrup to put on them. Oh, and I'll take a large glass of fresh milk please. Thank you."

He continues to walk in, and stopping next to Suny's booth asks, "Mind if I join you?"

"Flint, I know not at this point. My guess is though, it doesn't have our best interests in mind."

"Does anyone have knowledge of the creatures of the wild, and could tell us what kind of creature this may be?"

On Damandors next attack he will fire his Heavy Crossbow at the nearest bugbear.

Attack: Heavy Crossbow - 1d20+1=21, Damage - 1d10=9
Critical Conformation: Attack - 1d20+1=16, Damage - 1d10=2

Looks like a possible 11 hp damage if the critical hit confirms, if not the just the 9 hp from the initial roll.

"Take that, evil creature, that will teach you stalk unwary travelers!"

"Everyone watch out for others coming at us from different directions. We wouldn't want to get caught in the same type of trap we laid for the first two."

Damandor looks around about to see if he can spot others coming from different directions.

Perception (Sight): 1d20+4=10 Hope there is nothing else out there, because I don't think I saw it if there is.

Damandor ducks behind the nearest tree or bush and prepares to fire on the approaching bugbears.

Stealth Check: 1d20=18

Damandor moves and then fires his crossbow at the creature in front of Flint.

Attack: Heavy Crossbow - 1d20+1=15
Damage: 1d10=4

Once Damandor sees that the battle has begun, he moves toward the creatures that are now attacking his friends, in one hand carrying his crossbow. He then draws out a piece parchment with the other hand, something is written on it, and holding it aloft in front of him, speaks a few softly chanted words. He is then surrounded by a shimmering magical field.

Damandor will move toward the fight 30 feet, and then cast Shield of Faith on himself, granting +2 to AC.

Perception Check: 1d20+2=13, and an additional +2 for a 15 total if it is a sight or hearing check.

"I'll be happy to be part of the bait and be in the group that goes on."

"It would be good if we can figure out some kind of signal, so that those going on know when to come back and join the fight if need be."

"Some of us could continue on, while others tried to double back and we could try to catch them in the middle. That sounds good to me."

Your small band begins to head down out of the hills, picking your way along the ravines and gullies. By late morning, you are about to enter the wasteland proper - the coast a few miles away. As you travel, Grunthor and Damandor gradually become aware of movement in the hills behind you. Although not close, the two of them are convinced that someone is tailing you as you make your way down through the hills.

"I believe that we are being followed. Anyone have any suggestions as to what we want to do about those that are following us?"

I'll make the Perception check for Grunthor, as his player is still on vacation and I don't know how often he has access to the internet.

Grunthor:

Grunthor surveys the land around them as the party travels on.

Perception: 1d20+3=18

As the group travels on the next morning Damandor keeps a watch out for any trouble.

Perception (Sight): 1d20+4=16

After Damandor spends time in study and meditation, he has the following spells memorized: 0 - Guidance, Resistance, Stabilize; 1 - Bless, Shield of Faith.

During his watch he get the following on his checks: Perception (Sight): 1d20+4=24, Perception (Sound): 1d20+4=22, Wow! Nothing is getting by Damandor on his watch.

After sleeping Grunthor wakes early in the morning and prepares to take his turn at watching over the camp.

Perception (Sight): 1d20+3=16, Perception (Sound): 1d20+3=8

"I will be happy to take a turn at watch after my evening meditation."

Damandor makes himself comfortable as possible near the fire and then begins his evening meditation and prayer to Corellon. He then spends some time reading the tome that was recovered from the crate. He then has something to eat and prepares to take his turn on watch.

Damandor:

In jest Damandor says to Garret, "How's your hearing my friend, it could prove just as valuable as a good pair of eyes."

Stopping for the night is alright with me and I'm happy to have the chance to rest and commune with Corellon, and I'll be happy to take a turn at watch."

Grunthor:

Once a campsite is found, Grunthor sees to the mule, and gets his gear that the mule was carrying.

"I would be happy to take last watch early in the morning."

After eating something, he prepares to sleep until his turn at watch.

"Thank you my friends for your kind words. Shall we be on our way?"

As it seems that no one has an objection to heading south first, Damandor turns to the south and starts heading away from Bastion.

Once the party is out of the gate and out of ear shot of the guards, Damandor says, "Well that turn out better then I thought it would, for a moment their I thought we were going to have to fight our way out of the city."

"Although, what I whispered to the cleric there at the end, left a bad taste in my mouth. I'll have to atone to Corellon for going along with that Hextor brute, that his deity is better then mine."

"As I said before we left the city, I think that we should head south as the guard would expect us to do. Then once out of sight of the city, we can make our way to Sander's Point. Unless anyone has a better idea. I'm certainly open to other ideas as I've never been outside the city. I hope the cleric at the gate was exaggerating the need for protection."

"We appreciate your concern honored one of Hextor, and will indeed 'miss' the protection of the 'warlord'. I have been warned by those over me that the path before us is fraught with danger, but I was determined to make the journey. Alas, my masters relented and allowed me to make preparations to go."

"These few that are with me were all that could be hired to guard and serve me, so hopefully we will be able to keep each other safe."

Damandor then leans closer to the Cleric of Hextor and whispers, "Besides, if I die out in the wastelands, there will be one less cleric in Bastion of a, oh how did you put it ..., ah yes ..., 'a feeble old god, for feeble old men', wouldn't that make Hextor smile if I died in the wasteland."

"We await your decision honored one of Hextor."

Damandor stands straight again, and waits patiently for the cleric's reply. He also stands ready to take action if need be.

I'll be posting for Grunthor while his player is out of town on vacation.

Grunthor:

Grunthor does his best to look intimidating and act the part of a guard. Bluff: 1d20-4+1=8 and doesn't quite manage to aid the group.

Damandor:

Damandor tries to look important, but also humble and deferential, so as not to arrouse the ire of the Cleric of Hextor. Bluff: 1d20+1=7 but does not pull it off enough to aid Garret.

As the party is waiting in line, Damandor speaks a few words in the language that he uses when casting spells and then touches Garret. He then repeats the process for each of the party members including himself.

Damandor casts Guidance on each of the party members. That gives everyone in the party a +1 to an attack, save, or skill check. It lasts until the player chooses to use it, or 1 minute. Damandor would have waited until they were close enough to ensure that the spell could be used.

Damandor, then waiting until the cleric is distracted checking someones papers, summons his courage. He holds his holy symbol in one hand and gestures with his other while chanting quietly.

Damandor casts Doom on the Cleric of Hextor. The cleric gets a will save, DC 13. If he doesn't save he take a -2 to attack, damage, save and skill checks.

Damandor has the tome, and perhaps the potions as I was the last person to examine them. If someone else would like to carry the potions that is fine, maybe our front line people? As best I can determine, Garret was the last one to have the key to the crate, as he was the one who opened it. Eland had the letters, the scrolls, and the metal bar. The pouch with the gold and silver, and Selenial I'm not sure who has spoken for those. I would be willing to keep Selenial wrapped up in my bedroll, out of sight, and store the coins in my pack if that is acceptable to everyone else.

Also, as I stated in a previous post, I think it would be best for Garret to speak for the group, aided by the rest of us.

When Grunthor returns with the mule Damandor says, "I will help defray the cost of the mule. As I may have need for it to carry some of my supplies." Damandor gives Anyssa and Grunthor each 3 gp.

The following morning, all preparations have been made and all are ready to go. The party leaves the warehouse in groups of one or two as to appear less obvious when leaving the building that has become their temporary headquarters.

They meet a couple of streets over in front of a bakery that they have all seen in their comings and goings.

Once together, the they start for the western gate to the city. Damandor's mood although a bit somber at the prospects of trying to get out of the city, also has a bit of a gleem in his eye and a slight smile at the excitement of being on the move again.

Damandor vigilent as ever keeps an eye and ear out for any trouble that might be coming their way. Perception (sight) and Perception (sound) checks: 1d20+4=13, 1d20+4=8 Shucks! Looks as if the morning noise of the city is too much for Damandor to notice anything out of the ordinary.

Once the party is about 100 feet from the gate, Damandor leads them to the side of the street and takes some time to study the guards at the gate. He is looking to see if there is one particular guard or official that is checking the papers of those leaving the city. As he does this he gives some instruction to the rest of the party. Perception (sight): 1d20+4=20 Yes!

Monty, what if anything does Damandor notice?

Damandor so wrapped up in his preparations to get the grop of adventurers out of the city, finally realizes that he shouldn't have left it up to the others to gather supplies for him.

Leaving the warehouse late in the afternoon he quickly gathers some food stuffs for the journey.

Damandor buys eight days of rations at a cost of 4 gp.

Damandor will continue his preparations for the next day and leave it to the others to gather the supplies.

We do have the money that we found in Antius' house and could use some of that if we needed to to get supplies.

Well, every who has responded so far seems to like the plan put forth by Damandor. I am going to go ahead and post as if we are going with that plan. I need everyone to let me know what role you are going to play in the "pilgrimage", for example: guard, servant, etc. I think that Garret should be the person to speak for the party when we are at the gate, Damandor just needs to be the one to hand the papers to the guard that we speak to.

Damandor will go to Theriandor at the Shrine of Corellon and explain the plan that they have put together to get out of the city. He will ask Theriandor if he will prepare a letter stating that they are going on a pilgrimage to the Shrine of Corellon to the south of Bastion. He also requests that it list each person in the party and what their purpose in joining the pilgrimage is.

Once, he returns with the letter, he will return to the warehouse and at the appropriate time will perform his daily meditation and study. He will also spend some of that time studying the tome from the crate.

Damandor's Prepared Spells: 0 - Guidance, Stabilize, Virtue; 1st - Doom, Obscuring Mist

Damandor says, "I believe that I could get papers saying that we are on a pilgrimage to the shrine of Corellon to the south of Bastion, but with the lack of reverence the the leaders of the city hold for Corellon, I doubt that alone would be enough to get us out of the city. We still may need to negotiate and/or bribe our way out. I would be willing to use some of the money we found at Antius' house for a bribe if needed."

"I myself am not practiced in the art of negotiation, but I may be able aid whichever of us is best at speaking, and also with some help from Corellon, hinder the guard at the gate we must speak to, but to prepare for this I will need time to prepare and we will need to wait until tomorrow morning. I will also need to get the nessasary documents from Theriandor. What say ye, is it a good idea?"

As we approach the gate Damandor can cast Guidance on the whole party, giving a +1 to Bluff or Diplomacy checks, and to the rest of the party trying to aid the speaker. Also, Damandor can perhaps do some things to hinder the counter checks of the guard that we are speaking to.

Edit: Monty, I realized that I can't make an untrained Knowledge (Local) check, but looks like it didn't matter anyway. Thanks.

I've come up with an idea that Damandor may be able to present. I've asked for some details from our GM and I'm awaiting his reply. If you would like to read what I have asked for and the idea that Damandor may be able to present, see my post on the discussion thread here.

Damandor continues to study the tome that they recovered from the crate while awaiting the return of the others.

He looks up briefly to answer Ivan's question and says, "I have lived here my whole life, and unfortunately, have little knowledge of the lands outside the city."

I'll assume the rest of you are returning to the warehouse. Let me know if there's anything else you'd like to do tonight (it's currently early evening). If you wish to leave the city, you're going to need some legitimate reason, or alternatively some forged documents and/or a bribe to the right guard.

"At the moment I'm not aware of a valid reason that the guards would accept for letting us out of the city, or where we could get papers, valid or not, to allow us to leave. I will ponder this during my evening study and meditation."

After seeing to Grunthor and any other party members that may be wounded still, he will sit down and begin his study of the tome that they found. Later he will then spend an hour in meditation before resting for the evening.

Damandor will substitute his Bless spell with a Cure Light Wounds spell and cast it on Grunthor.

Damandor approaches Grunthor and speaks a few whispered words in a language that Gruntor cannot understand, and then lays one of his hands on Grunthor. Cure Light Wounds: 1d8+1=8

I believe that should get Grunthor back up to full hp. I also believe that everyone else should be back up to full. If I'm incorrect then let me know, and I can do heal checks to assist in curing the last few hit point everyone is down.

"Do we have any idea of how long this journey may take? Even with these provisions, I still think it may be a good idea to prepare at least one spell for water. Wastelands can be dangerous for those unprepared, even druids."

"Flint, I have access to spells that will provide us water for our journey, but none that will help us deal with water in other way."

"And to voice my opinion in answer to Ivan's question, I feel that we should rest for another night and leave in the morning. Some in the party could use more time to rest and heal with my assistance."

Damandor greets Flint as he and Grunthor are let into the warehouse. If Flint asks Damandor what they found out, Damandor just replies that the news is somewhat grim, and that he would like to wait until the rest of the party arrives before telling what they have learned.

When the rest of the party arrives, and is settled in he relates the following:

"Grunthor and I have found that Theriandor and those at the Shrine of Corellon are well. Before we were able to tell him of the news of Antius though, he told us that he found out more about the masked attackers that we defeated on the docks the other night."

"They are, or appear to be members of a secret society devoted to Vecna called the Veiled Whisper. They were thought to have been wiped out by the followers of Hextor forty years ago, but some must have survived. Now it looks as if they are after one or more items from the crate, but indicated that most likely the sword Selenial would the item that they would be after."

"Theriandor said that it is likely that it was the Veiled Whisper that killed Antius and his household. If not them, then another group that is even more powerful."

"Theriandor also warned me that the Veiled Whisper are masters at finding out secrets and that we need to be very careful who we talk to in regards with this burden that has now been placed upon us."

"Of the tome he was not able to tell us much more then we already know. Although he thinks that not only is it a book of history, but may also be a book of prophecy. If it is agreeable with everyone, I will spend time when I can studying the book to see if we can gain any information from it. Since we seemed to be destined to follow this path that we have been set upon, perhaps this book can lead us."

"Theriandor has heard of the sword Selenial, though he thought it only legend. It is said that when Pelor was thrown down by Hextor, that unbeknown to his enemies he left behind a talisman that would be the key to his return to the world, and Selenial is that talisman. Theriandor said that if this really is Pelor's sword Selenial, that we must guard it above all else, for in the hands of the Veiled Whisper, or other powerful groups, the power of the sword could be turned to evil."

"Last of all my master said that we should seek out Pelor's Heart, what ever it may be, but after that he knows not what we should do, other then to seek out this Kellian, but he knows nothing of him."