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This would be a shame. I'll hang around for a while longer for Shady. Here's hoping he gets back in action.

Cheers

P.S. Good luck with the game Nebten.

Den staggers back out from Helien barely hearing the offer from Helien. He holds the shield up and grits his teeth at the waves of pain from the open wound in his stomach.

[b]They've guessed its false!"[/dice]

[ooc]On 0 hits so one action a round for now. Thanks Helien. Liked the colourful illusion until Den was stabbed.[/dice]

Draken with Den is fine by me. I placed Den at the front already unless someone goes past him.

Survival: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (16) + 5 = 21

The druid moves out across the narrow bridge, with his shield raised and going step by step. He does this slowly so that he can react quickly to any attacks he spots.

"Avogadro, well done, that light will help greatly."

"Thanks Leng. Draken back behind me!" Den heads off to the east with Leng and Draken trailing behind. He moves slowly and carefully trying to hear round corners before the kobolds can jump them.

Perception: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (15) + 6 = 21, Stealth: 1d20 ⇒ 19

Den nods at the pair and starts to move ahead with Draken. He prepares to move on and makes sure that his shield and scimitar is ready to protect the rest.

"I can lead off with Draken unless someone else wants to guard the front?"

"What is in the pit? It may be a fighting pit." Den moves closer to take a look down. He has Draken nearby.

"Perhaps we could listen at the different tunnels to see if there is a clue of their direction?" suggests the druid to Leng afterwards. He heads for the Eastern tunnel then.

Perception: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (13) + 6 = 19

"Brave as you are, we cannot afford anyone to fall. Here let Erastil care for that Pip. Once we start fighting then perhaps Aaron can call on Old Deadeye more for sudden healing while I fight."

A familiar waft of meadows and poppies accompanies the healing magic as Den slowly eases the sore shoulder and watches the flesh knit back together. He smiles down at his companion.

"That's better. You know the hardest thing is knowing when to leave. If the fight gets too much then we should all be prepared to run as one. I don't expect any foolish and unnecessary bravery. Be careful. But Leng is right - those kobolds aren't in a talking mood yet. We need to beat that into them first."

Cure Light wounds on Pip 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 1 = 5

"Anyone hurt?" asks the druid quickly scanning the others and Draken just to be safe.

Den strikes out at his rat, his scimitar aimed at skewering a rodent. But the rat is a master of fighting for its own survival. And these have been trained by kobolds to be even more desperate.

scimitar: 1d20 + 2 + 1 ⇒ (19) + 2 + 1 = 22, damage: 1d6 + 2 ⇒ (3) + 2 = 5
Poss Crit: 1d20 + 2 + 1 ⇒ (17) + 2 + 1 = 20, damage: 1d6 + 2 ⇒ (5) + 2 = 7

Not going anywhere. You enjoy the relaxing "cafes" of Holland.

Yeah, I am used to the companion going off the same initiative so it would probably be for the best in future.

The druid slices at the rat placing his shield squarely in front of the creature's mouth and aiming for its neck. The attacks are a series of nasty jabs and twists into that jugular.

Scimitar attack: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (19) + 2 = 21

1d6 + 2 ⇒ (2) + 2 = 4

(Poss crit) Scimitar attack: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (10) + 2 = 12

1d6 + 2 ⇒ (3) + 2 = 5

For future reference it would be helpful to call out your respective speeds. At any rate, those of you who have double moved, I have moved 9 squares (so you all - Arnon, Leng, Avo and Den - have 3 squares left to move), which is enough to realise what you're running into. If you want to move the remaining 3 squares please go into Roll20. I'll assume after you've next posted, if you don't move your counter, you're stopping at 9. Helien, I have moved a full single move (the unconscious kobold is in a square to the south, but is actually carried by Helien).

Arnon - followed by Avogadro, Leng, Den and Helien - sets off in hot pursuit of the kobolds, who scuttle down the northern corridor. He quickly reaches a foul-smelling chamber whose floor is covered with thick mounds of mouldy straw, from which emerge five large rats. The kobolds, ignoring the rats, lurch leftward into another room.

[dice=Rats Initiative]1d20+3

Round 3, initiative is { Pip, Draken } kobolds, Avogadro, rats, { Den, Arnon, Leng, Helien }

Pip & Draken are up. Draken will chase Den into the corridor. Roll20 has been updated.

I did what you asked?

"I can hold this with Draken, a warrior and some luck. You worry about the ones that went for help."

The druid hunkers down behind his shield and prepares to keep his promise and chop some draconics up.

The druid keeps moving until he reaches the kobolds patrol arranged and waiting. He raises his scimitar as he moves in and yells.

Nine days without wifi was a godsend. DM Shady - thanks for getting rid of the 1 for me.

My holiday starts tonight so please look after my PC until 5th September. I may manage to post in game but it's unlikely with the wifi service I expect.

Den places a hand on Garekk's shoulder and squeezes gently. "Good luck Garekk. I'll miss you."

The druid pays little attention to the byplay until it is time to head for the kobolds. He smiles at the opportunity to travel out of town and into the woodlands around.

"Come on Draken - time to see Pip's squirrel sword."

Yeah druids should know gender a bit better than that Helien. Me too.

"Good question," answers Den. "Draken was a gift from a gnome. He was originally a half-orc but he died in the forest in the service of Gozreh and Erastil, defending a shrine. The Circle reincarnated him and he came back as that gnome. A happy gnome - happy enough with being back alive that he gave out the next litter of these he found. I was lucky to get Draken because as a minor acolyte it was simply a case of being in the right grove at the right dawn. She doesn't seem to mind the deal."

Talia's food smells buttery and filled with herbs. The omelette is soon eaten.

"...and Draken, pleased to meet you, Sir." The druid of Erastil waves down at the thylacine who pays no attention to anyone. Draken is busy licking her paws.

"We would welcome your help. This is Garekk and the quiet one is a priest of my god, Aaron of the Longbow."

The bearded man has a glint in his eye, as if someone up above has provided help just when it is needed. He notices that the womanly warrior has no bow herself.

"We should be able to take down a kobold in one blow. But Roet and Garekk could take out anything bigger such as the metal machine we faced down below."

"Talia do you know of any other warriors or adventurers in town, possibly adept at traps like Teryn? I mean should we post a notice for hire or go around the place touting for someone. Does it matter if we spend tomorrow here looking for help? Aaron what do you think?"

When the food arrives Den finishes his quickly then asks for a second smaller plateful for Draken. Meanwhile the druid tucks into the dark bread and pale cheese to round out his meal.

Casually throughout the man watches the various comings and goings of the Inn while the sounds of slurping and licking comes from under his chair.

Relaxed and satisfied, Den leans against the wall calm for the first time in a while, "we seem to lack a warrior and bulwark to defend the rest. Perhaps now is a good time to decide how we fight. I imagine a pile of kobolds will swarm us like rats and everyone must fight. But beyond that there may be chances for Avo and Pip to stay behind Leng and I. Aaron to use his bow."

"I wish we could get someone more stealthy and skilled at any traps. I am able to stand and defend like Draken but then my spells will be less offensive." The musings trail off as he lets the others offer their views.

Den rubs his face as he absorbs Pip's diatribe. He briefly opens his mouth to answer then closes it again like a fish, unable to find anything more than rude.

"So Talia tomorrow we travel. What can you offer us as a last evening meal before we head out. Hot and meaty I hope?"

Dont we have boxes to be opened?

"Teryn, who's Teryn? No one tells me anything." The grumpy druid smiles as he finishes complaining. Shakes his head and slowly remembers how close he came to touching Hunclay's front door.

"I almost touched that door, Talia. Bless you, Erastil for guiding my hand away."

So whatever it is it should have good str for fighting, good dex for traps and good cha for social stuff. Of course a decent Con always helps too.

We tend to be a bit directionless at times so a leader would be ideal.

Otherwise welcome to the game and good to have you on board.

Cheers

After a few combats and life saving situations, it would be normal for us to start bridging the gaps and talking. 10.5 is average charisma and so Leng (and Den) are not that far off normal.

Den is not a great conversationalist but I am looking for opportunities to get to know the party. Unfortunately that could be the kiss of death since the last two people he befriended left the game..

Have a good two weeks, DM Shady.

Den leaves with the others after bidding the apothecary goodbye, "I promise I shall return to buy some of your wares. This is a fine shop."

He walks with Leng and looks around for Garekk. When Talia makes an appearance and Aaron is welcomed then he almost smiles.

"Its becoming like a home, here," he adds.

"Do you sell potions, healing or other magical geegaws perhaps? My Lady." Den has obvious deference for the woman and her positive outlook.

....especially if he has several potions for sale.

"Lead on Avogadro, lead on. I was impressed at the way you spoke to the Baroness. With such a difficult conversation. You did good. I have no time for the handling blue bloods."

We are and Den's father was a noble lord subject to whims too. So Den is very happy that Avo is dealing with the Baroness. But he doesn't always play as nice. Cute little animals behave so much better than rulers must be most druids mantra.

Taking Garekk as an example, Den whistles for Draken and leaves. He makes sure to politely nod to the Baroness and her son before going out of sight. "Goodbye My Lady."

Den nods to Garekk. "Good."

He looks over at Draken and sees the thylacine looking bored under a divan. The catlike beast yawns and its as much that the druid can do to keep from yawning too.

"So what price that too? Avogadro you want to sweet talk them?"

"There is also that plaque. Unless we need it again to go below? I mean are we sure that the underground is finished with us. Perhaps it can be kept safe until we are sure." Den smiles inside his beard as the way Avogadro's charm is growing on the emotional Baroness.

Den pulls around in his backpack and then brings out an empty scrap of parchment.

"I keep the parchment but the words flew into the air as the imp spoke them in a strange language. I think he has to stay away from here, maybe 200 miles or more was the promise he made. Oh and he said he would see us again."

Den shakes his head and mumbles to himself, "had a sword at his throat but couldn't kill a trapped beast. Even that imp. Sorry."

"Anyway its the kobold's who matter now," adds the druid trying to change the topic a little.

Den eventually arrives and settles down to listen. When a break comes he asks one question with a puzzled frown, "sorry, I have no great memory but did you say that the Baroness' husband died in the tower? What happened there?"

He tries to remember whether anyone has mentioned this before but gives up early on.

Den lets the others help and takes a brief while to play with Draken. A game of tug and throw, tug and throw with a ragged ball of woolens. The marsupial is quick and strong enough to almost pull the druid over. All the time, her striped tail flicks back and forth in pleasure. Again the outdoorsman cannot help but laugh at the way things are turning out so well.

"You want a go, Pip?" he offers the little'un in thanks for brightening up his day.

Draken has one paw either side of the ball and is ready to spring, while he watches Pip with his head on one side.

Bubbling under the surface, Leng's comment sends Den over the edge, he cannot help it.

"Ha ha ha ,,, ha ha ha. That was worth every coin to see and hear. You both speak the same language, you and Biton, Pip. But it was like you didn't! Thanks I needed that." Tears run down into his beard and the druid struggles to silence the laughter as they walk away.

"Aaron's right. Not every thought should be spoken. Not every argument should be fought. Come on Draken."

Den nods, "good to meet you. We are heading out to stop the kobold threat on behalf of the Baroness. So you, Master Biton, are the expert on the area and we could do with the benefit of your help."

Ready, back and tired. Lets go to the Lodge.

edit please.

Den waits for the tea too. Plus the floor show is about to start between Avogadro and the gems.

Leng nods. "That sounds good, they likely know more about the local countryside," he says to Den.

If you wanna get proficiency with the bow, don't just spend a feat on Martial Weapon Proficiency. You can spend a feat on getting two Traits, pick a trait that gives you the proficiency (like heirloom weapon), AND get another trait besides that gives you some bonus like getting a class skill out of it!

Sweet.

"Yes. It will be worth the wait. Perhaps after this we can go to the Biton Lodge. See these rangers?" Den looks at Aaron and Leng for a response.

Den buys a sling and a pack of bullets to tide him over. And four flasks of oil.

Den nods in agreement to Aaron and turns to the shopkeeper for a price.

"Its worth 600 gold but to you I say 540 sails! Can't say fairer than that."

The druid puts it back ruefully.

Den doesn't haggle - picks up a bow and looks at the cleric of Erastil and Leng. It is the plainest of the three there, with a dark string and worn grip of black leather.

Of the other two, one is a shortbow, recurved and powerful while the other is a full yew bow, unstrung and requiring great strength to even restring.

"I'm no bowyer but I .... if I mean to learn then I guess this one looks simpler. What do you think, gentlemen?"

At some stage this week I realised that druids don't get the bow proficiency of Erastil that clerics get. So I maybe taking a level or two of ranger after this. D'oh.

"Yes please," mouths the druid.

Den listens in and eventually at the General Store he will try to buy a longbow. If none is there then it is the will of Erastil at work. Because he will never buy one from the Vault of Abadar.

Draken lopes along beside him, casually paying no attention to the people passing by.

Den ponders the sales technique of the Abadarian with a raised eyebrow and then smiles at Leng.

"How about finding a guide or scout with more knowledge of the kobolds and their wilderness. Perhaps we can learn a way to get them gone without blood spilt."

Indeed. Who says they left on a romantic tryst?

"A longbow to serve a faithful servant of Erastil such as I would be ideal. However indentured? We are not slaves or even need to continue working for your lovely Baroness. We can leave at any time. It is our choice. So perhaps the rumours are wrong in our case, Lady Targas."

The druid rests both fists on the counter and stops the final ringing of the bell after Leng.

"So two druids of the Green Faith are missing. As is another couple. This ma not be a coincidence. for a quiet town, there is much that has happened since the sheriff left."

Den and Draken keep heading for the Golden Vault of Abadar. The noble druid cannot help but wave his hand around as he speaks.

Den leads off and heads for the bank of Abadar, probably still with Aaron and Leng.