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Hi everyone, My posting rate on the boards has dropped off a lot after my daughter's birth and that has coincided with a big upswing in this campaign. I'm not really keeping up and I feel bad about it. I think I'll have to step out. Feel free to bot my exit and/or death just, y'know, make it cool.
Hmm, dwarven religion... I step back and let the cleric and the dwarf deal with this one.
It's Dashel and Duncan who have access to the right spells.
DMC: Can I use my heal skill to try to purge them of the disease? I have a +10, +12 if I make a use of my healer's kit.
"Whatever we're going to do, let's get it done quickly. Our quarry may grow in strength as we tarry." I fidget and cast my gaze about the main tunnel, bow in hand.
"To arms, Ascomoid again."
'Easy' encounters let the PCs shine (and, sometimes, heroes should shine) and give us a chance to show off different playing chops. If every encounter is a challenge then it can become a grind (for example, since joining this adventure, almost every single enemy has given El a condition and/or stat loss).
Stumbling and vomiting, I move away down the tunnel away from the gas spore.
I launch a volley at the ascomid.
I also rack my brains.
And gesture to my companions behind, a raised fist which then points ahead.
We'll take the rear: my archery means I don't have to be up front to get involved and Selveshanaea and I are hardy enough to face foes who come from behind.
I stroll forward from further down the passage, dropping an arrow back inmy quiver as I walk. Selveshanaea weaves around me as we walk, uncomfortable in these depths. "Well met. The road draws near and every extra sword-arm is keenly needed." As I draw near, Dashel should be able to see a half-elf in worn but well-maintained travelling gear who carries a fine bow. A mountain leopard walking by her side. "We have all come from far places at Gallowsmith's call. I am Elesandira and this," I nod to the big cat, "Is Selveshanaea."
We've not had much experience together so it's hard to judge what we need. Play what you would most enjoy.
I cast about for tracks.
It's not heroic world-saving if you don't win out against the odds :D
"Well, the deep road to Lightning's Call seems where we're going then. Let's grab some grub then ship off."
"I am more comfortable on the mountains, but speed is our priority. The darklands is too much of a maze for my liking but good dwarf-built tunnels might get us to the dark road more quickly." I look to our hosts, "What would be our quickest route to the scar which cuts through the sky?"
I peer around the new structure with a sigh of relief.
"We're chasing after a solution to all of these problems. A sage in Absalom set us on the trail. Have there been any changes to the landscape or strange features lately?"
I move out wide and ahead until the fog is not obscuring my view, hustling to get into a shooting position within 110ft.
"C'mon, Selveshanea." I set off at a run, Selveshanea darting ahead toward the caravan.
Deciding that the bear is the major threat, I aim a volley at it.
I'll be looking to step out of melee (hopefully I can 5ft step and leave them having to provoke AOOs if they want to pursue). I am more effective with my bow. Selveshanea will look to flank and trip.
The creature gives voice to a howl of pain that trails off into muttered Aklo curses. "It speaks! What language is that?"
"They're a hunting pack; that's an attack response. A very confident one." I pull my bowstring to my cheek, "Only two choices, Imizael: fight or die screaming."
"Hmm, weapons out but down, I think." Then I realise the others might not have seen, "A man in metal armour, some kind of bear and more wolf-like creatures behind. Heading straight for us." That said, I cast aspect of the falcon, draw my bow and hold an arrow ready.
I place a calming hand on Selveshanea's flank, "Easy boy, easy..." As I do so, I peer about for any threats.
"Now that, that was extraordinary." I pat Selveshanea's flank reassuringly and make it clear that, although the hog looks and smells like food, it isn't to be eaten. Not even a little bit. "So, err, Duncan... do you know the area? What's Elistia like?" I gaze about with satisfaction and suck in lungfuls of air, "It's good to be back in the mountains. Even if they're not our mountains."
"I'm guessing this is quicker, maybe safer too. Let's get going."
I stare at the strange behaviour of the plants, "This is strange magic but, as long as it's on our side, I'm happy enough." Then I tread gingerly into the craft, "Why are we going North?" Selveshanea coils around my legs and I can feel the tension in his muscles so I reach down and stroke him casually "It's okay. Won't be long." I mutter reassuringly, either to the cat or myself.
Looking forward to getting to the ship, and resting long enough to recover all this ability damage. And interested to see how Carbide's going to get the new folks on board. Virtual high-fives to Duncan, Berbas and Imizael.
DMC, could I make a suggestion? I think round about now would be a good time to lose the GM-PCs. As long as we've got long-distance-larry feeding us the odd clue we'll probably get better RP going and be a bit more involved in the game. I found them really confusing and I think that will be the same for other new guys. Obviously, you know more about the longer-term plot and what they bring to the adventure, but it's worth a thought.
I back off, coughing up pollen, "Eurgh."
I set Selveshanea to guard, draw a knife and start cutting through fibres at the place Versey suggested.
"So, where do we start clearing?"
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