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Falendral breathes a sigh of relief to be done with the horrid weather and luck. I need to go clean and rest. he mutters, clomping off.

RPG chronicles is good, sheesh spend a whole round just walking to the guy only to get 1 stab in :). Now for the least skilled "rogue" attempt at earning some pocket change.....

DC 14 Earn Income Level 0: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (10) + 3 = 13

Ahh, 8 copper, time to go on a spending spree! :)

Falendral is completely focused on his prey as he shifts around the Centaur to keep him off guard while still being prepared to break to the wagon if needed, then stabs at him twice in rapid succession!
Stride, strike, strike
1d20 + 9 ⇒ (19) + 9 = 28 to hit the cenataur's flanked AC , 1d8 + 1d6 + 6 ⇒ (2) + (3) + 6 = 11 Piercing/precision damage
1d20 + 4 ⇒ (4) + 4 = 8 to hit the cenataur's flanked AC , 1d8 + 1d6 + 6 ⇒ (1) + (5) + 6 = 12 Piercing/precision damage

woops, miscounted at double cost rather than +5 feet cost, so only 60 move to do that, took 1 more side step west.

Letting out a bloodthirsty cry as the first of the reefclaws dies, he spins as he sees Gorlich engage the Centaur. With another wordless howl, he rushes down to his assistance, pressing through the pounding rain.

2 actions to stride: 70 feet, 5 diagonals worth of difficult terrain, sheesh. 1 action: Enter rage.

Can I hero point the strike to use the fortune tag to counteract the misfortune effect? If so, I will.

Falendrel lets out a yell. This one first! as he pushes through the heavy rain skirting the edge of the shore before stabbing into the creatures rear.

2 actions for stride 70, 1 action strike
1d20 + 9 ⇒ (12) + 9 = 21 to hit Red's off guard AC 1d8 + 4 ⇒ (3) + 4 = 7 piercing + 1d6 ⇒ 2 piercing/precision

Falendral may be ready to react for them, but as he prefers to have a partner to fight with, he will hold his ground!

Delaying until either A: One of them moves to a place that within a double stride (70 feet/2 difficult 35 feet) he can reach a spot where he can be flanking with someone with his 10 foot reach spear, likely if they move into melee with Duncan, or B: After they've all gone and he can move after an ally.

Position is right.
You may take your case to the masters in the Grand Lodge at Absalom, Thorn, if you think you are the rightful owner! he shouts, then turns to the others, voice dropping much lower. If they attack, kill the water creatures first, 'fore they get into the wagon.

Agreed. he chuffs in response to Jong, moving once more to lead the wagon on foot with his wayfinder light on.

I have completely lost track of our nonmagical healing options here....Falendral has continual recovery and a +8 medicine (expert, but would not risk trying expert!), not sure if we have better medics for if we want to take time to treat wounds? 1 more level until the assurance kicks in....

That was the trap that Falendral spotted, from previous page:

Falendral suddenly spots danger ahead and must halt the wagon--it looks like someone has dug dozens of small pits in the road and covered them with dirt and leaves to disguise them. Even assuming there's nothing nasty in the pits, they're a dangerous tripping hazard for the horses.

hazardous area marked on the map. Anyone entering must either step very carefully (one-quarter speed) or make an Acrobatics check (DC 14; on a failure, take 1d4 bludgeoning damage and a -5-foot penalty to speed for one hour; on a critical failure, double damage and speed is instead halved). Trees are difficult terrain and can provide cover.

Not sure why Falendral was on the side of the wagon and not in front of it...going with that, but I thought I had him in front. If he was in front, the only likely change would have been one less stride, so he'd have had time to rage

Falendral growls as the sprite dashes off into melee, defeating his hope of having the wolves come closer instead. He sprints off afterwards, careful to avoid the trap, then stabs at the same druid, trying to put him down.

[ooc 2 actions: Stride 70 feet, 1 action strike]
1d20 + 9 ⇒ (7) + 9 = 16 1d8 + 4 ⇒ (7) + 4 = 11
This is assuming I can't be flanking with the sprite to get sneak attack.

Falendral will delay until after the yellow pair, both to give them a chance to respond to Hasvi's words and to let a target get closer in case he needs to engage.

Falendrel scowls. Short of having someone carry each of the things separately for a bit, I don't see a way of figuring that out, and that would be very dangerous for the person doing the carrying. And even if we did discover the item, what then? We need to bring them all back, regardless.

Falendral will just keep his cloak tightly pulled around himself even as his gloved hands work on the grip of his spear, keeping his grumblings about the horrible situation mostly to himself.

Falendral seems content to leave both the talking and the decision making up to someone else as he continues to do the strong, silent, and intimidating routine.

Falendral will keep the halfling carefully restrained until he is well tied, only then does he put his sap away and retrieve his spear. He then silently lets the end of the shaft of his spear rest on the bound halfling's shoulder from behind, letting him see the metal head of of the spear just past his cheek...a silent presence to help reinforce the threat the captive is in.

if it's relevant to rolls, I would ask if it would be possible here to use an attack roll as an aid to someone's intimidate, since that's the circumstance he's trying to create :).

Falendral lets out another low curse in Elven as the halfling evades his grasp. Take him alive! We need to know what he knows! he shouts, even as the spellcaster tries to impact his will to fight....

Will save DC 17: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (1) + 8 = 9 hero point
Will save dc 17: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (15) + 8 = 23

He'll then reach out to grab at the bugger once more.
◆ Grapple Athletics: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (17) + 8 = 25

Establishing a firm grip, he does something almost unthinkable...he drops his spear! Still, needs must as his free hand moves to his belt, pulling out a sap, with which he tries to knock out the now off-guarded halfling.

Free action: Release spear
◆ Interact to draw sap.
◆ Strike with sap Sap strike vs flat footed/off guard AC: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (12) + 8 = 20 Bludgeoning, nonlethal damage: 1d6 + 4 ⇒ (2) + 4 = 6 + precision nonlethal damage: 1d6 ⇒ 6

He grunts out as he hits the caster. Surrender before that tree guts you!

Falendral curses slightly, knowing his spear will do little good against the swarms. He mutters I'll catch whatever that is! before he takes off running at the skulking figure at a sprint.

I don't see a token on the google sheets for the figure and am not sure how far he is. Falendral will take 35 feet strides. If he gets there in 2 actions, he will release a hand from his spear as a free action, using it to grab at the figure (+8 athletics, GM roll please). If somehow he gets there in only one stride, he'll first try an demoralize, growling out. "Stop and you won't have to bleed!" (+3 intimidate) before the grapple

Figures, I spend 2 days as the last person to post, then I have my own crazy day and suddenly everything's happened! :).

Did we have time for that second medicine check to happen, or is Falendral still down HP?

Falendrel will simply turn on his wayfinder just in case the light goes completely out.

Falendral will be in front of thew agon, not to its side.

Falendral grunts after the first bandages don't take and seems content to continue onwards. Should the hour pass uneventfully and they take another ten minute break to give it another attempt, he will gruffly thank Orion.

Falendral shrugs. "A bit of a bruise. If we have a medic who wants to see to it, I wouldn't object, but I could certainly go on."

Falendral inspects one of his kills, both to confirm it seems normal and to take it for tonight's dinner. He'll then glance up and around. Anyone actually hurt? His own minor wounds he apparently considers not worth stopping for.

Woot, I was afraid we wouldn't have someone with a repair kit and crafting, that would have sucked!

Falendral will ◆ stride towards the wagon at half speed, trying to draw the attentions of the birds away from the wagon with the best social tool he has available....the point of his longspear, accompanied by loud shouts.

◆ strike on Orange 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (14) + 9 = 23 1d8 + 6 ⇒ (4) + 6 = 10 piercing (+ 1d6 ⇒ 4 precision in case either being squeezed under the cover or having Folmyr attacking from the top of the wagon puts it off guard

He will then stab a second time, on Orange if it is still alive, otherwise on Blue. ◆ strike 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (6) + 4 = 10 1d8 + 6 ⇒ (5) + 6 = 11 piercing (+ 1d6 ⇒ 6 precision again if the sprite on the wagon helps)

Yeah, I was hoping that with the sprite on top of the wagon, they would be above and to the top left, with Falendral below and to the bottom right, to make a flank in 3 dinmensions.

Rules question: Trying to figure out with 35 feet of movement and a reach weapon if there's anything I can actually flank on this map. Maybe Orange with the sprite on top of the cover and Falendral 3 squares west?

Woops, I forgot this character has Nimble Dodge. New thing: He'll nimble dodge (+2 circumstance bonus ac, reaction) against the first attack against him each round

Sheesh, it took me like 7 times to get the code right on that attack, but it finally did. So looks like 18 damage, maybe 36 if its flanked ac is 14 or less :).

Falendral lets out a low growl as he enters a rage, then nimbly moves around the bird that attacked him, instead going around to the other side, both presenting himself as a target for the remaining birds as well as to stab at the hopefully unprotected rear of the green bird.

◆ rage (+5 temp hp, -1 ac, +2 damage) ◆ 35 stride, ◆ strike with longspear

1d20 + 9 ⇒ (15) + 9 = 24 vs flanked AC on green 1d8 + 6 ⇒ (6) + 6 = 12 piercing + 1d6 ⇒ 6 precision

Well, most gunslingers use fatal guns, which play a bit different :). Also it looks like that shot will sicken the bird?

Falendral is travelling on his own two feat, just ahead of the wagon so he can keep his eyes on a swivel for 270 degree coverage...both sides and the front, his 35 ft speed likely giving him plenty of time compared to a laden wagon.

Falendral will gather a selection of frog corpses for later examination to determine if they seem unnatural in any way, or if it was just their behavior. If the latter, he'll prepare them for the midday meal.

Nature/Survival both +6

Fortunately, Falendral was already frog hunting with his spear in hands. He lets out a guttural yell, entering a rage as he sprints around to the far side of the wagon, before stabbing into through though as many of the little buggers as he can.

1 action rage (+2 damage, -1 ac, +5 temp hp), 1 action stride, 1 action strike

Longspear: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (4) + 9 = 13, piercing damage: 1d8 + 6 ⇒ (3) + 6 = 9

Falendral sighs as there is not a priest to go talk to immediately. He shakes his head, as he moves to take an alternative approach to frog investigation.....He drops into a stealthy pace, moving slowly as his hands grip his spear at the ready, moving in a practiced hunter's stalk as he tries to hunt up as many frogs for later cooking as is possible before they take off.

RL emergency came up, not sure if I will be back today

Fort save: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (11) + 7 = 18

Falendral's long travels have prepared him for the rough weather. He frowns as he listens to the tale from the sailor. "I do not like the thought that there may still be cargo underwater, but I doubt we can do better than you and your team..

He lets out a long sigh, then shakes his head. [b]"Are there any clergy of Gozreh either here or on our way to Absalom?"

If there are, Falendral will suggest consulting them about their cargo first, and seeking their blessing. If not,he will draw out a hooded cloak to help shield him a bit from the rain, and take up a position just in front of the cart, ready to respond to danger on either side or to quickly grab for a horse's rein's should one get spooked beyond the driver's ability to control.

Sure hope someone can drive, I'll keep pace on my own feet, thanks.
Falendral will join the 1 minor healing potion school item club

Falendral briefly skims the list, nodding slightly as he lets the others do most of the questioning. I do my work best from the ground, if that's possible. is all he'll contribute.

Falendral shrugs slightly, offering the faintest hint of a smile. I'm best for making holes and patching them up after.

A weathered looking elf in rough leathers pads in, his footsteps quiet from the soft leather of his boots. His face and arms show signs of a life of battle, small nicks and scars that never quite fully healed. Evidently not one to hide his role, he openly walks with his long spear in both hands, a pair of lighter throwing spears on his back. Kits for dealing with traps and wounds are on plain display along his belt.
His gaze quickly assesses each of his new allies, then he murmurs. “Falendral.”. Clearly another very talkative type, as he moves to rest with his back to the wall, shifting the spear to a resting stance leaning against his shoulder.