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Emrys, Round 2, Initiative 5
Rather looked with dismay at the young wizard's wound, and Emrys' own face was filled with chagrin.

Mistress was right he muttered as he edged cforward, preparing to fire his staff through the air at one of their foes.

1 five foot move (diagonally up one and to the left) then hand of the apprentice
Hand of the Apprentice (the bandit beside Balder taking off 4) 1d20 + 5 - 4 ⇒ (12) + 5 - 4 = 13 Damage 1d6 ⇒ 5

Emrys, Round 1, Initiative 5

The battle joined, Emrys realized there was little he could do but aid his allies. He still wasn't sure how the fight started, but it likely had something to do with the fact that they had cut the tails of some rodents. Emrys took a few steps out from behind Chern and looked down the road at the humanoids who had offended his allies so much. Choosing the easiest target to see from where he now stood Emrys sent the stinging beads of light he had used so many times before.

No sooner had the spell slipped from his lips, and the effect flew from his fingers that Emrys realized he had made a mistake that would have angered his Mistress greatly, he had neglected his defences. Emmys hoped she had no way to see what he had done wrong from where she was, and decided that he would forget to tell her about his indiscretion.

A simple 5 foot move (i step down on the map, which gives a pretty clear line to a random bandit way down at the lower left corner of the map. Cast Magic Missile with that bandit as the target.

Magic Missile 1d4 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 = 4

CorrectionThe five foot move will be straight to the left on the map, I see everyone is moving themselves everywhere....chaos...lol

Balder Crimsonsong wrote:

Balder snaps his fingers and points to the leader

Ah now i remember, Rengus the chicken! your a wanted man mister chicken.

He tossed the empty bottle to smash at the ground between them.

So now Mr.chicken, we know who you really are. By the sounds of it from my friend Dakkar here, not long for this area anyway.

Balder laughed a mighty bellow and sang a tune as he took out his weapons

Oh there once was a fellow named Rengus the chicken, Ran from the law cause pockets he was picking.
He done bit off more than he could chew, and that was the end of his lecherous crew.

posters say dead or alive?

Dead or alive.

fair enough. I will give you my first round when i see a little more of what unfurls here.

Balder Crimsonsong wrote:

Balder snaps his fingers and points to the leader

Ah now i remember, Rengus the chicken! your a wanted man mister chicken.

He tossed the empty bottle to smash at the ground between them.

So now Mr.chicken, we know who you really are. By the sounds of it from my friend Dakkar here, not long for this area anyway.

Balder laughed a mighty bellow and sang a tune as he took out his weapons

Oh there once was a fellow named Rengus the chicken, Ran from the law cause pockets he was picking.
He done bit off more than he could chew, and that was the end of his lecherous crew.

posters say dead or alive?

I think my action should occur while he was still drinking the potion, before saying this....I assume so anyway, fine if this is not true

anythin before the fight started?

Balder snaps his fingers and points to the leader

Ah now i remember, Rengus the chicken! your a wanted man mister chicken.

He tossed the empty bottle to smash at the ground between them.

So now Mr.chicken, we know who you really are. By the sounds of it from my friend Dakkar here, not long for this area anyway.

Balder laughed a mighty bellow and sang a tune as he took out his weapons

Oh there once was a fellow named Rengus the chicken, Ran from the law cause pockets he was picking.
He done bit off more than he could chew, and that was the end of his lecherous crew.

posters say dead or alive?

I think my action should occur while he was still drinking the potion, before saying this....I assume so anyway, fine if this is not true

Emrys looked around, he wasn't able to follow what was transpiring. But from what he could gather it was ok for the rude men to take the sack and leave. Emmys shrugged and shouldered his pack and began to continue down the path.

Never have I so wanted to know what was under the spoilers.

It's times like now that you kinda wish you had a higher wisdom score and a lack of autism so you'd spark up a few impressive cantrips to scare the yokel thugs....

instead....
They hurt squirrels, and squirrels are like weasels. I like weasels. We should take their tails off. Only people don't have tails. What can we take off people? Oh I know....but mother would say that was rude.

You can't take off a squirrel's tail. Squirrels need their tails for balance.
Emrys scowled at the ruffians.

is the wand the kobold threw covered in the above lot? If not, Emrys will carefully and slowly approach it, detecting magic, and wary for surprises

Emrys is happy for the rest, and indifferent to the tension between other characters. Besides moving to the edge of the party and sitting facing away from the animals as they were skinned he is u phased by everything else.

Enjoying any opportunity to examine magic items, he is always keen to detect magic and attempt to identify objects, but he is also very keen to dig deeper, and at the moment he is intrigued by he Magic of the axe.

Emrys walked out of the doorway and back into the courtyard, shouldering his new backpack carefully. He looked at the conversation passing amongst his allies and shrugged as he moved back and forth, looking sadly at the bodies of the dead canines.

Less a search and more of a way to wait for the decision on whether or not I get any more rest before continuing.

emrys round 5 initiative 6, 2 hands left, 1 spells left
Try as he might, Emrys could not seem to land a blow on the great beast with his staff, and so instead he clutched it tight in one hand as he furrowed his brow. His free hand clenched for a moment and then opened to reveal a small wasplike mote of light resting on his palm. His hand flicked out, palm still outstretched, to send the light in an erratic, yet unerring collision course with the snout of the worg.

Magic Missile 1d4 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 = 4

emrys round 4 initiative 6, 2 hands left, 2 spells left
Emrys scowled as his staff failed to conform to his will, and attempted to focus through the noise and distraction to repeat his attempt.

Hand of the apprentice 1d20 + 5 - 4 ⇒ (3) + 5 - 4 = 4
Damage 1d6 ⇒ 4

Emrys round 3 init 6

the readied action only continues till a new threat appears -like a worg.

oh dear, that is a big bad dog. No, we don't like that at all. Emrys scowled and focused on the beast, lining his staff up as an archer lines up an arrow, he real eased the staff to hurtle to the things skull.

1d20 + 5 ⇒ (2) + 5 = 7
Damage 1d6 ⇒ 1

emrys round 2, initiative 6

Emrys the Wizard wrote:

Ready an attack against anyone or anything other than the allies I know coming near me.
I fully expect more enemies to arrive. This will be my action every round until all the wolves are dead, or until a new threat appears.

rinse, repeat

1d20 ⇒ 6

emrys round 2, initiative 6

Ready an attack against anyone or anything other than the allies I know coming near me.
I fully expect more enemies to arrive. This will be my action every round until all the wolves are dead, or until a new threat appears.

rinse, repeat

emrys round 1, initiative 6

Emrys frowned as he watched the mean dogs pour snarling across the courtyard. He hated to hurt any animal, but knew that when animals went mean, they rarely became nice again. A young wizard has to do what he has to do.

His allies were scoring quick hits against the beasts, and without rest Emrys was feeling cranky, and lacked magical options. He chose to keep what he had in reserve for now and simply hoisted his quarterstaff like a club.

Ready an attack against anyone or anything other than the allies I know coming near me.
I fully expect more enemies to arrive. This will be my action every round until all the wolves are dead, or until a new threat appears.

Emrys the Wizard wrote:

surprise round. Emrys, 6

Cringing at the sound of the baying wolves Emrys dropped back and released his staff, sending it hurtling around orderic and into the nearest wolf.

that's a 10 foot action to move backwards, and a handof the apprentice attack. Emrys wants to be 30 away from the wolf.

Wolves do not throw knives.

Hand of the Apprentice 1d20+5
Damage 1d6

** spoiler omitted **

which is fine as it's a surprise round...oops attack only.

surprise round. Emrys, 6
Cringing at the sound of the baying wolves Emrys dropped back and released his staff, sending it hurtling around orderic and into the nearest wolf.

that's a 10 foot action to move backwards, and a handof the apprentice attack. Emrys wants to be 30 away from the wolf.

Wolves do not throw knives.

Hand of the Apprentice 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (8) + 5 = 13
Damage 1d6 ⇒ 1

Emrys the Wizard wrote:

DM_Darkmoon wrote:

Emrys the Wizard wrote:

do we have any awareness of this conflict

[dice=Emrys' Noticing Fight] 1d20+2

Nope

Emrys looked up from the backpack and over at the body on the ground near him.

i like your bag.

Balder walked over to where Emrys spoke to the dead man.

I don't think he'd mine master Emrys. His use for the thing is at an end. Though if you feel the need, you could always ask him?

He's dead. He can't answer questions. Unless you cast a spell, but I can't cast that spell.

Emrys the Wizard wrote:

do we have any awareness of this conflict

[dice=Emrys' Noticing Fight] 1d20+2

Nope

Emrys looked up from the backpack and over at the body on the ground near him.

i like your bag.

do we have any awareness of this conflict

DM: Emrys investigated the pack, noting its triple-stiched seams, durable construction, and logical organization. Secured inside the pack were a week’s worth of trail rations, a thin strip of rolled black cloth tied with cord, a small coil of pale rope, a coinpurse, and a small blue vial that sloshed when he nudged it with his hand.

Emmys admired the requisite organization of the pack and noted nothing else as he contentedly hummed to himself, disregarding the strange tugging sensation at the back of his head.

Emmys looked at the surprisingly intact backpack. Thoughts of danger slipped from his thoughts as he pondered the good shape the pack was clearly in. He reached out and prodded the pack.

Emmys picked up the knife and cocked his head, looking at it with curiosity for a moment.

Oh, he said, before moving around to the far side of the low well and hunkering down for cover.

Then the retard suddenly had some kind of fit, scooping up his pet weasel, retreating behind an old well.

I think scooping up a familiar after it is attacked makes a certain amount of sense....also screw you buddy. :)

Alarmed by the risk the search posed to his companion, Emrys scooped Arthur up from the doorway and concealed him once more in his scarf. With nothing to note, Emrys shrugged and wandered over to the stone circle. Intellectually curious, not wise enough to be any more cautious.

Emrys looked about and gingerly stepped around the bodies of the dwarves, careful not to touch any. He approached the half-Orc as he loaded up the mule with the dwarves arms and armour and held out a hand to him.

These should go on the mule too. Arthur found them, and mother always taught me to share.

Emrys held out several coins, three crackers and a small ruby, the spoils of Arthur's sneakiness the day before, and some crackers.

now, can we go in? I'd like to get the medicine. Mother is sick.

Edit: 17 gold and a small red gem.

I like to be right. It is good to know how things work. Even when you don't like how they work.

Emrys, The Real Round Five, Initiative 18

Seeing how little his impacts were affecting the boar, Emrys moved away nervously, catching the returning quarterstaff in his outstretched hand. He would have to rely on the skills of his allies to put down the creature.

Arthur poked his head up from the young wizard's scarf and cast his head about nervously, wary for other threats drawn to the noise.

I'd like a perception check (+2) against any new threats coming. Ready an attack to use against any thing that attempts to get the drop on the party. Attack roll 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (9) + 5 = 14 damage 1d6 ⇒ 1

Emrys round 5 and 6, init 18

Emrys, singleminded in his concern over the dietary habits of a zombie boar, continued to lash out at the beast, only when the wretched thing fell would he allow his attention to waver, and seek out the next nearest foe to himself.

All through the battle Emrys continued to move, skirting the perimeter of the battle, attempting to avoid the clutches of the undead, or even accidental contact with his allies. if approached by a zombie a five foot move before casting, otherwise a move action to keep clear, but within range of his target. Taking off 4 for ranged attacks.

Hand of the apprentice round 51d20 + 1 ⇒ (14) + 1 = 15
Damage 1d6 ⇒ 2

Hand of the apprentice round 61d20 + 1 ⇒ (12) + 1 = 13
Damage 1d6 ⇒ 1

emrys round 4 init 18

Emrys skirted to the side, keeping a distance from the fierce me lee as he waited for an opening to strike with his staff once more.

Hand of the apprentice, taking off 4 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (11) + 1 = 12
Damage 1d6 ⇒ 4

Edit: still targeting boar, not champion.

Emrys' action(s?) Init 18

If I still get a round 2 action it's there, if not skip right over to round 3.

A living pig could consume two pounds of uncooked flesh every minute. A zombie pig would be worse. Unnatural hunger added to natural hunger. Very bad piggie. Emrys muttered as he gathered spell components from his pocket.

Emrys looks up, and his eyes twitched as he saw the unloving unliving things step from the arch. Not good. Zombies are bad, when things should die they shouldn't move.

Emrys round 1, initiative 18

Mage armour cast

Thorns are always sharp.

Emrys the Wizard wrote:

Emrys watched the man jump and dance and holler around the dead beast and drew back to the edge of the clearing. Arthur reached up and placed his paws on one of the Wizards ears.

The dance amused him, but the yelling was unpleasant.

** spoiler omitted **

I see what you did there.

Emrys watched the man jump and dance and holler around the dead beast and drew back to the edge of the clearing. Arthur reached up and placed his paws on one of the Wizards ears.

The dance amused him, but the yelling was unpleasant.

before looking under the veil. who follows Dakar?Emrys is opposed, but will follow if he is alone in that opionion.

I think it is a bad idea. Maybe you should hunt when the people who are sick are better. If we get killed by a pack of monsters who will help mother? Yes, i don't like that plan

Emrys round one, initiative 8
Emrys will skirt around the perimeter of the battle, so that he. An attack from the side, but thirty feet out. Attacking with hand of the apprentice, which has only now occurred to me must count as a ranged attack, so I'll take 4 off the attack roll so as not to risk hitting anyone.

Hand of the Apprentice1d20 + 1 ⇒ (17) + 1 = 18
Damage 1d6 ⇒ 5

This potion is good. It protects you from fire. Fire is dangerous so this is very good. Emrys said while holding the red pot aloft. He the lifted the green one in his other hand and said, This is also good, because it makes your skin hard when things want to hurt you.

Emrys crooked his head to the side, it's funny that they are both good. he said red is usually bad. Or stop. Then this green could be go. Like a game for children.

The red/green aspect of these jars concerns Emrys, and he will examine each again, using a detect magic of his own to examine as carefully as possible. Not just the contents, but the jars themselves.

With the first ingredient in hand, Emrys is content after his examination of the jars to begin moving to the next location. This seems a bad place to rest he mutters looking at the collection of fetishes strewn about the hut.

Sure. Never did get that spells memorized thing from you or Dakkar so made an educated guess.

Only 2 1st level spells at 1st level, so excitingly enough it is mage armour and magic missile tomorrow. Plus the 8 uses of Hand of the apprentice.

Luke, did you note my query on whether I could use knowledge arcana to learn anything else from the wooden remains?

The battle over Emrys merely stood staring into space as the two large men saw to their healing.
I've never seen a wooden snake before. It was very nice.

Emrys moved over to the inert creature to examine it more closely.

I used the only magic missile earlier today, unless I lost track of a rest. I did have one other offensive spell in reserve, so I shall subtract that from today's uses, but I was saving it as an mergency surprise, in future, a use of hand of the apprentice at best for an assumed attack please, at least until I have more spells per day. Now I am out.

Emrys round 4, initiative 18

As Dakkar yelled in rage, swinging his club towards one side of the snake the enchanted quarterstaff propelled itself to the snake's other side, to catch the serpent between the two blows.

I love that I can do this 8 times a day, pathfinder has made 1st level wizards useful

Hand of the apprentice 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (1) + 5 = 6 damage 1d6 ⇒ 5

once a day and every 24 hours are not the same thing. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ if you had said 24 hours before I would have checked online sooner.

Emrys round 3 init 18

Heeding the Dakkar's request for help, Emrys took note of the nearest foe and once again released his staff, sending it winging through the air towards the nearest threat.

If a move action is required to be within 30 feet of a foe then I will take said move action. If there is anything threatening me now I will make a five foot move first. If there is no visible foe by my action I will move in the direction the cauldron went and attempt to attack it in a like fashion

Attack 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (10) + 5 = 15
Damage 1d6 ⇒ 6

Emrys round 1 initiative 18.

Emrys stayed still, standing between the two giants. Full defence this round.

Emrys ignored the entire exchange, uninterested in the strange figure until it spoke. Upon hearing a new language though Emrys paid closer attention, noting the sounds made by the creature, and committing them to memory as best he could.

Once the exchange was over and once the hunter had pointed out a need for haste, Emrys began to walk once again towards their destination. On his shoulder the weasel waved at the others, petitioning them to follow.

Emrys trailed along behind the Hal-Orc and the tumbler as they walked, sucking on the berries he had been given, slowly rolling the magically delicious berries in his mouth.

Once back in the clearing he looked about the scene of battle before looking once more in the direction they had been travelling, and waited for the rest of the group to be ready to move on.

As the moments dragged on Emrys began to become more more concerned as he thought about his companions. Both his mother and his mistress mentioned to him in the past that one should never travel with strangers and he realized now that he was surrounded by nothing but strangers and one weasel that he trusted.

My full name is Emrys Darcshere he told the group when everyone was close enough to hear him I was born here in Falcons hollow 17 years ago and I am very happy to be both a good wizard and a good boy. Both my mother and Mistress say so. This is Arthur, I've introduced him before, but it's nice to make sure that everybody knows each other's names properly, and for some reason people forget Arthur . Arthur doesn't have a last name. Arthur is a weasel. father used to call people he didn't trust weasels, but he doesn't do that anymore. Because Arthur's a weasel. I trust Arthur. People I don't trust aren't weasels. Mother doesn't like it when I talk to strangers. Neither does mistress. So I thought I should make sure that none of us are strangers, my name is Emrys

Emmys watched the Half Orc disappear into the trees and looked back at the rest of the people assembled over the bodies of the fallen foes. What does that mean?

Confused, Emrys started to rub his hands together, as Arthur perched on his shoulder and nuzzled into his ear. After a few moments, Emrys blinked, turned and absently looked off in the direction that the fox's cries could be heard in.

He shouldn't run off alone. Emrys asserted, and followed the druid into the woods.