Eljoy Skinner's page

"Air feels heavy as Azmodeus' breath and this night seems to last as long."

Perception: 1d20 ⇒ 8

Eljoy's packing a torch.

"No. We keep moving."

Eljoy spits. "Quit mewling and man up. We track them 'til we can't see the trail. Then we sleep on the trail and we're up at first light. No camp. No fire."

The big man pulls a torch from his pack, plants it in the ground, and stands over it, striking sparks from his flint. Once it catches he lifts it up and begins circling the camp.

"I want that reward."

I propose a forced march until dark, later if we have light. All our trackers aiding another. Eljoy's got torches.

Survival: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (18) + 4 = 22

Anor grins at Eljoy's description.... "Well, the joy of being a pessimist, is you're never disappointed. Eh Eljoy?"

Keeping Jeva close, Anor interrupts lightning's hunting to have the bird have a look too.

...

"No. I am always disappointed." Eljoy turns away and steps after the theif. "Better make sure Reekis doesn't fall into trouble."

Eljoy snorts with disdain. "They're not here, are they? How the f!*% can I be sure? All I know is that we're a lot f~&!ing better off thinking it's gods-damned hobgoblins than thinking its naked f++%ing dancing girls." HE rounds out the polemic by spitting.

I am sorry. ELjoy is an total jerk. Just let me know if I'm pushing the line too much.

"Out here? Could be hobgoblins," Eljoy grumbles.

"Sneak out, or maybe we can make up an excuse after we find the other kids. We'll work that out when the time comes."

"Jeva? I don't know. Looks like a kid. If she was gonna stiff us, would she have tried when we were fightin' that hell-spawned vine? " Eljoy shakes his head. "But if you've got a bad feelin' about her.... Just watch her. Maybe ask if the casters'll look for spells on her."

Eljoy looks after the others. "We better catch up before they miss us. Tonight I'll take first watch, you take second. We'll have to risk third."

Eljoy holds a hand out to slow Reekis and let the others build up a small lead.

"Look on the bright side, Reek. We're heading toward that old monastery. We could make a small side trip for that gold you spotted. No need to cut the others in now."

Eljoy Skinner wrote:

"Looks like we're spending the gods cursed night in the woods. We'd better keep moving."

Adalwin nods. "I hate to think how the children must be feeling, or what dangers they may face this night. Maybe we can catch up if we keep moving."

"Whatever's got 'em hasn't killed 'em yet. It must want them for something. They'll probably be safe enough until they get where they're going."

Per custom Eljoy acts as rear guard. He keeps his eyes peeled for any hint of the fey threat -- and for any signs of the trail that the leaders may have missed.

Nothing motivates like the prospect of justified verbal jabs at the leaders.

Perception: 1d20 ⇒ 14
Survival: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (3) + 4 = 7

"Looks like we're spending the gods cursed night in the woods. We'd better keep moving."

Two hours north should leave us just a few hours shy of the dwarven monastery or maybe close to the witch's hut.

Yeah. They ought to do some kind of time limited count to determine what's at the top.

....

Eljoy yanks his ax out of the tree trunk. "F~+*in' fey vines! Gotta rip out the roots!:

He wedges it between the trunk and the main body of the vine and drives it downward, severing the rootlets that hold the vine to the tree's trunk. Then he takes another couple cuts at ground level. He's left with a three foot length of vine that he casts into the river.

Eljoy screams challenge at the vegetable menace and whips his axe back. He steps in and drives the curved blade at the vine.

Ax v vine, rage: 1d20 + 6 + 2 ⇒ (14) + 6 + 2 = 22 ... damage: 1d8 + 5 + 2 ⇒ (6) + 5 + 2 = 13

AC 16

Eljoy raises his shield and fends off the vine.

"Are you messin' with me? I'm Eljoy Skinner!"

"DAMNATION! The plants've gone wild! It's some fey trick!"

Eljoy casts his eyes along the bank and into the forest, seeking his imagined foe. Failing to find one, he focuses on the biggest threat, and wheels around to face it.

This vine better hope ya'll kill it before Eljoy gets a crack at it!

The map.

And Initiative Order for the new page.

Init:
Adalwin 19 (entangled)
Vine 18
Jasper 16 (mount is entangled)
Anor 13 +
Jeva 13
Reekis 13 -
Eljoy 11
Oliver 4

You're rocking the bow this time!

Reflex: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (14) + 3 = 17

Eljoy sweeps his axe at the grasping plants. The sliced portion fall motionless to the ground, winning the fighter a moment's freedom.

Mothman, I probably previewed the original init roll and never actually posted it. 'Twould explain why today's roll matched my memory.

Mothman, I know I rolled. It was some middle number like 11, feel free to use that if this roll is higher.

INit: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (10) + 1 = 11

Nice.

Eljoy watches the others cross.

I 13 I guess.

You sure you want to have her alone with Reekis on the far bank?

"Nice f*~+ing jump! Thought for sure you'd head butt the end of the pier."

Eljoy turns towards the others. "Everyone across now. I'll watch Ady's killer vine."

"We did it before. Let's try it again."

"HA!" Eljoy slaps Reekis' back. "Try again, double or nothin'."

"You haven't seen my best parts," replies Eljoy. "Take the shot."

Eljoy stoops to peer at the tree. "Killer vine, eh? It wasn't here before. Must have been planted or conjured by the f!%$in' fey. Take a shot if you want it. I've got a handful of silvers that say you'll miss."

A friendly wager?

Eljoy keeps pushing through the brush, sweeping aside boughs with his shield and holding his ax close by his side.

Stealth, like he didn't blow it already: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (15) + 1 = 16
Perception: 1d20 ⇒ 15

Bound for O14.

Eljoy starts his swing east. He tries to move quietly, but his armor squeaks and makes him clumsy. A few cusswords don't help.

Move to P18. Next turn head straight for Jasper's 'movement'.

Stealth: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (7) + 1 = 8

They better be going with it.

Or not.

Eljoy lowers his voice, "Quarry or kid, let's surround 'em. Then close in. Oli and Ady from the west. Me and Reekis from the east. Anor and Jasper in the center."

Eljoy ground the butt of his axe handle and leans on top of the haft. He spits.

"Or maybe it's another kid. We got to get there to find out. Doubt I could make the jump across to the weir. It's too gods damned long. We could have some of us make camp here, while the others circle upstream."

As the light dims, Jasper starts peering into the shadows more closely, knowing some of his friends can't see in the darkness as well as he can.

Not half as well. Nice roll.

Knowledge Nature: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (12) + 9 = 21

Anor is in an animated discussion with the kid about mushrooms and notices all of nothing....

No one cares about your drug experiences. :-)

Know nature: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (13) + 4 = 17

Eljoy follows, watching the trees for fey and other threats.

I think Anor had the best survival skill at first level. If still true she should take the lead. Eljoy is happy to help.

Survival, aid another: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (5) + 4 = 9
Survival, aid another: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (11) + 4 = 15
Survival, aid another: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (5) + 4 = 9
Survival, aid another: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (5) + 4 = 9
Survival, aid another: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (9) + 4 = 13

"F!~@ing sounds like gods-damned fey."

Eljoy waits a few seconds then begins following Adalwin down the path while sweeping the others forward.

What's a little push here or there between friends?

"If the gods-damned kids are within a mile, their f*+$ing attackers know we're trailing them. Everyone just shut up and follow Adalwin. "

ELjoy stands to one side of the path, an impatient usher.

Yeah, let's get goin.

"What Adie means is that we've wasted enough time f%*+ing around here. Let's get moving."

"This way. We found the trail again." Eljoy announces. More quietly to Adalwin he continues,"What do you make of these tracks?"

know local dead forester, untrained: 1d20 ⇒ 14

figured since Eljoy worked for the consortium he might have known the guy.

"Reekis is right. Find out who she is and where the others are. We best find those kids and get them home before dark. She can eat while we walk," Eljoy says even as he steps away from the clearing. At the wood's fringe he looks at Adalwin and jerks his head in invitation.

He will have a look around, especially for tracks .

Perception: 1d20 ⇒ 9
Survival, tracking: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (17) + 4 = 21

Eljoy steps up behind Reekis. "He's right you can't trust the fey."

Then he slaps the back of Reekis' head. "But that's just a little girl. What the f&&@ were you thinking?"

Eljoy's gaze had drooped to the human corpse, but jerks back up. His head swivels around in the direction Adalwin is pointing.

"Where?"

perception: 1d20 ⇒ 3
Know local to ID the forester, untrained: 1d20 ⇒ 3

Note to self: Check the bodies for loot when we get a chance.

Eljoy plants a foot on one of the corpses.

"These're the best kinda hobbies. Dead. Nice work everyone." He gives Adalwin a small smiled nod, then like after most fights, slumps and staggers a little.

"I'm getting a little too old for this shit."

2 rounds of rage used today.

Seeing the hobgoblin try to stand, Eljoy draws close to loom over him and deliver a crushing blow.

Ax, AoO v B2, rage, inspire: 1d20 + 6 + 2 + 1 ⇒ (20) + 6 + 2 + 1 = 29... damage: 1d8 + 5 + 2 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 5 + 2 + 1 = 11
Crit confirm: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (12) + 9 = 21 ... damage: 2d6 + 16 ⇒ (6, 3) + 16 = 25

He's on a roll.

Eljoy shakes his head at his foe. "Not enough you sumb@+~@!" His shield drives at the hobgoblin's face, but that's merely a feint for the ax sweeping in under it.

Ax v B1, rage, inspire: 1d20 + 6 + 2 + 1 ⇒ (19) + 6 + 2 + 1 = 28 ... damge: 1d8 + 5 + 2 + 1 ⇒ (8) + 5 + 2 + 1 = 16

Eljoy snarls at the hobgoblin as his shield pushes the goblin's weapon wide. Eljoy's axe rushes into the empty space.

5 foot step to N5.
axe, rage,inspire, flank.: 1d20 + 6 + 2 + 1 + 2 ⇒ (8) + 6 + 2 + 1 + 2 = 19 ... damage: 1d8 + 5 + 2 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 5 + 2 + 1 = 11

Eljoy grins as the hobgoblin charges in and takes a half step forward to meet his foe. His shield shoots forward to intercept the morning star while it's still above the hobgoblin's head. The man's heavy axe swings back ....

"BALKROG, YOURF$@+INGSELF!"

Jasper, Adalwin, and Anor all to go with Oliver's blessing. Hobbie could be dead before Elroy gets a swing.