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39 posts. Alias of Daniel Stewart.


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Again Emma tries to fire a rock from her sling at the goblins.

Attack: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (7) + 1 = 8
Damage: 1d4 - 1 ⇒ (2) - 1 = 1


Using her sling, Hanna fires into the group of goblins while Pooka protects his mistress from any goblin attacks.

Attack(Sling): 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (8) + 1 = 9
Damage: 1d4 - 1 ⇒ (2) - 1 = 1


"Perhaps we should take the shortcut...that way the goblins might be surprised if we pop up someplace they are not expecting! Just a thought..."

The young woman reaches down and strokes the fur on her dire rat's back as if drawing confidence from the large rodent.


Not sure how to react to this creature, Emma give a curt bow to the leader of these little beings.


Emma calls Pooka to her and steps away from the door but stays near Meepo.

"Let him lead...sounds like he can smooth over any encounter with his people and we can help by getting this "dragon" back for them."


Emma looks pityingly at the poor creature. She reaches into her pack and produces a blanket which she holds out to the creature.

"Here you go...you must be cold in this dark, dank place!"

She also takes out one of her Goodberries and passes it to the tiny Dragonoid.

"This should fill you up and heal any minor aches you might have!"


Emma also tries to calm the little creature with soft words and slow movements.

"I do not know your words, but we are not here to hurt you. Please be calm."

Diplomancy: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (16) + 3 = 19


Emma will checkout the firepit and examine the bones..., especially the partial skull.


Emma and Pooka enter the room and cautiously make their way toward the cloth-draped bench.

"Stay close Pooka...I don't want you wandering off!"

As she gets closer, Emma tries to discern what the small objects on the bench are.


Ah, you are correct...sorry about that. I completely forgot that these were limited!


Emma has been renewing her light spell as necessary, just so you know

Emma set Pooka the Rat down and moves towards the door down the hall. She has her baton ready and whispers to Pooka to "Stay Alert!"


I'll search them...just a moment.

Emma goes back and examines the skeletal remains closely for any keys.

Search: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (11) + 1 = 12


Healing-1d20 + 4 ⇒ (15) + 4 = 19

Taking out her healer's kit, Emma set about helping Alden. She watches as she prepares as Syrain calls upon his god to heal some of the worst of the wounds. Once completed, Emma moves in with her more natural healing skills.

Heal-1d4 + 4 ⇒ (3) + 4 = 7


Emma again tries to strike the undead with her club

Attack: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (6) + 1 = 7
Damage: 1d6 - 1 ⇒ (5) - 1 = 4


Seeing the walking dead and feeling the unnatural power emanating from the creatures, Emma strikes out with her club.

Attack: 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (8) - 1 = 7
Damage: 1d6 - 1 ⇒ (5) - 1 = 4


Emma goes over and examines the small wound on the halfling's neck.

Medicine: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (9) + 2 = 11

Not entirely sure what it might be, the human offers the scaly halfling a blackberry.

"Here, take this. It might help...I...I don't know for sure."

Gives Boros a Goodberry


"Maybe we should open them all and see what is behind them before we make any decisions? Just a thought."


Knowing her skill at climbing is not very good, Emma waits until Boros or one of the other party members is free.

"Ummm...the rat has left the pit if someone wants to climb down and check it out."


Wild Empathy: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (5) + 5 = 10

Emma, with the help of Pooka, tries to coax the rat away from the bodies so Boros can safely search the bodies.


Emma slides into the room as well. She looks down at the bodies in the pit, along with the dire rat. She crosses but kneels down at the pit's edge to try and communicate with the creature, with Pooka at her side.

Is it possible to give my thoughts to Pooka and have him 'speak' to the dire rat in the pit? I just want to tell it that we will not harm it and will help it escape if it agrees not to attack us


Emma takes a few steps forward until she is just inside the room, letting the light from her 'torch' help illuminate the space for the others.


Emma has a healer's kit already!


Seeing the darkness before them, Emma once again calls upon the powers of nature. Making what sounds like some kind of birdcall, a small motte of light appears on the end of her club which quickly expands to the intensity of a bright, unwavering torch.

"There...that should help!"


Seeing the damage Boros has taken, Emma rushes to him.

"Hang on...I will have you feeling better in a moment."

Taking out a wand of yew and a few mistletoe leaves, Emma mutters a short prayer to the forces of nature as she lays the leaves onto the halfling's wounds.

CLW: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (6) + 1 = 7


Emma again tries to strike the dire rat.

Attack: 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (13) - 1 = 12
Damage: 1d6 - 1 ⇒ (1) - 1 = 0


Emma swings again at the wild rats, hoping this time to connect and drive the beasts away.

Attack: 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (13) - 1 = 12
Damage: 1d6 - 1 ⇒ (6) - 1 = 5


Emma will keep Pooka out of this fight...she does not want the others to get confused and perhaps strike at him!

Emma takes another swing at the dire rats.

Attack: 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (6) - 1 = 5
Damage: 1d6 - 1 ⇒ (6) - 1 = 5

K-Nature: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (2) + 3 = 5


Emma steps forward and smacks one of the rats.

"Leave this place now. Go back to the wilds or you will be killed!"

Attack: 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (6) - 1 = 5
Damage: 1d6 - 1 ⇒ (2) - 1 = 1


Emma squeals as the rats rush the party.

"Pooka stay back! I don't want you confused with these filthy beasts!"


DM:

I have decided on a Dire Rat for my companion. I will update my character sheet with the information. I was going to make it look like I simply released Pooka as my animal companion and summoned the rat to accompany me into the ruins. I know that is not how it really works, but it beats trying to backtrack all the entries and change wolf to rat lol. If this is ok with you, then I will write a scene where this happens!


I am going for a dire rat, if that is OK....sorry for the delay, but work reared its ugly head this week!!!


Pooka whines as he sees the others getting ready to climb down the hole.

"Sorry boy...wish you could be with us...but you need to stay up here and protect Meiril's donkey. We should not be too long!"

She hugs the great grey wolf, burring her face into the ruff around his neck. Pooka leans into the hug and gives a very low sort of non-threatening growl. When Emma releases him, he moves over near the donkey...staying out of the creature's kicking radius, and lays down.


Emma and Pooka move forward and take a look at the trail.

spot: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (9) + 4 = 13
tracking: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (20) + 8 = 28


Once out and on the road, Emma wanders over to the edge of the road running through the forest and kneeling down she makes a strange, almost growling sound and a few moments later, a large grey wolf appears like a ghost from the woods.

"This is my friend and protector, Pooka. Please let him sniff each of you so he knows who is a companion and who is not. Do not worry, he will not harm you."


Emma looks after the cursed halfling, her mind awhirl at the possible reasons for his disfigurement. A curse is the first thing she thinks of, but removing such is, at the moment well beyond her ability.

As others talk about supplies and such, Emma reaches into her belt pouch and removes several blueberries.

"I can create these good berries for the party as well. One acts as a full day's meal as well as healing some of the minor ills we may find ourselves suffering."

She hands them out, one to each person.


Emma looks a little taken aback by the halfling.

"What happened to you? I cannot guarantee anything, but if I can help you I will certainly try."


Emma has been sitting quietly at her table watching the warriors and such introduce themselves. Perhaps these men would be interested in helping her discover more about the lands hereabouts. There was a strange feeling to this place...one of darkness and danger.

Making up her mind she stands up and walks over to the group.

"Umm..hi. My name is Emma and I could not help but overhear you talking about ...ummm...adventure. I am also interested in what is going on in these parts. I am a follower of Nature and Druid of Mother Earth."


Emma, following her nose, enters the Ol'Boar and takes a seat. She is a young lass of only 20 summers but seems to have the confidence of someone much older. Her hair was hidden by a scarf, but now inside she removes the scrap of cloth to let her curly blonde hair free. While not a raving beauty, her bright blue eyes and delicate features make her more cute than alluring. Her clothes are travel-stained, but in good repair and the pack she carries seems to be on the small, and light side. A second shoulder bag hangs from her left side and a stout wooden cudgel or baton hangs from a loop on her right.

Gather Info. 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (12) + 1 = 13


This is Daniel...here is the avatar for Emma!