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Oozes, Aeons, Elementals, Incorporeal, and swarms (Duh on that one) are not subject to critical hits there for sneak attack.

Honestly swarms are a groups worse nightmare if they are done right even with a caster in the group. But you are getting to the level swarms have to come in waves for it to be effective.

Protean's have Amorphous Anatomy (Ex) A protean's vital organs shift and change shape and position constantly. This grants it a 50% chance to ignore additional damage caused by critical hits and sneak attacks, and grants it immunity to polymorph effects (unless the protean is a willing target). A protean automatically recovers from physical blindness or deafness after 1 round by growing new sensory organs to replace those that were compromised.

Who is to say you don't give that to some creatures also.

Now mind you this is only addressing the sneak attack.

As for hitting him. Feinting has already been covered but there also creature's who only need to hit touch AC and if you pair that with feint it really hurts.

Also, spells that require touch attacks don't always require saves. Like scorching ray ect.

Look into ranged touch spells. If you want to get real nasty look at a focused undead killing cleric.

Have you considered

Light/Med/Heavy Fortification Armor? up to a 75% chance his sneak attack doesn't matter.

Capture two elk and breed a baby Elk.

Have Halfling ride the elk. Its base speed is 50.

Go for a native River elk and it even gains a swim speed of 30ft.

This is a non-magical solution.

Starting Wealth: 3d6 ⇒ (5, 5, 6) = 16

By the way looking at the selections I have opted to be a Bard. I will be playing Ameiko's little sister.

One to many traits possibly

By the way everyone I will be playing the guaranteed character but have elected to wait until all submissions are made. My goal is to play with all of you and have fun!

I take it you mean Approved in the form of you consider it a viable candidate for consideration?

4d6 ⇒ (2, 4, 3, 3) = 12

4d6 ⇒ (5, 2, 1, 4) = 12

4d6 ⇒ (5, 6, 2, 1) = 14

4d6 ⇒ (5, 2, 5, 5) = 17

4d6 ⇒ (4, 5, 2, 5) = 16

4d6 ⇒ (3, 6, 3, 1) = 13

4d6 ⇒ (5, 1, 5, 5) = 16

The possibility is good.

Sorry, been planning a convention that is this Saturday!

Looks at tufts of hair on the floor.

So been super busy! But I hope it goes well.

Over a month has past since your first fateful meetings with each other. Time has passed and the seasons have changed.

Each of you is greeted by a messenger clad in his best. He hands you an envelope and waits as you open it.

Upon inspecting the invitation you see the seal of the Surtova family. The acting Regents for the human kingdom you reside in.

Breaking the seal you see.

'You are cordially invited to the Hunting Festival Pre-Party at the Lord Mayor of Restov's Manor House on the 6th of Egrera. Party start time is at First Evening Bell. You are allowed to bring one guest of your choosing. Invitation needed to enter.'

Month: 1d13 ⇒ 8
Day: 1d30 ⇒ 6

I will be leaving on a trip that lasts the next 5 days. While, I may have time to post I can not make that promise. So I post this here in forewarning if I can not.

Give me till Next week and I should be caught up and ready to run. Will be traveling next couple of days so time change will drag me down.

I had a post and it apparently got eaten. Trying again.

A slightly older woman, about 27 years of age stepped back down from her room with the panther that was following her looking a little grumpy. It hadn't finished cleaning itself so it looked like a half drowned cat. Her cloak was left in her room, so her black hair gleamed with a red sheen in the light of the fire.

Walking over she would take a chair closer to the fire around the table and grinned. "Greetings gentlemen. May a lady sit with you?" She asked even as she was helping herself to the chair. Her panther promptly started finish cleaning itself. Turning to the waitress. "House special please, along with some water."

Stretching, her gown still hiding her form but giving tantalizing clues to what could be underneath. "Well my good sir's, I joined the group coming here a bit late, My name is Moshado. This is my companion Ivy." She motions down to the panther. "I had heard some wild stories about the groups travels before I arrived and Ivy spooked the goat into climbing the horse. Care to tell any?"

You don't auto fail skill rolls on 1's.

It is that time of year again when things get really busy for people so it is okay.

Good Luck with the Little one Turgrim, I know how they can wear you out.

With the strange markings and faint magical traces on it. You both are able to discern that it is most likely a spellbook. Now the size suggests that this may belong to one of the giants.

Will post loot later this evening! BUSY BUSY

Someone has contacted me wishing to join our group.

They are new to tabletop but by what I have seen so far a very good role player.

I told them they would need the groups permission to join since we are such a big group.

He would be playing a Kobold Cleric that focuses on buffing.

Would any be opposed to him playing?

I am here along with Tigerwolf.

Greez gets to visit Krelle later than the others and he would look at him before sitting down and tattooing an open palm.

"So your mind is as open and inventive as it was with the fight in your story. They will need that."

IM SORRY!!!!!!!!

I thought I got everyone and I didn't. That's what I get trying to post in a pub babysitting people. Ill fix that right away.

The Chieftain's and the others would talk but it seems decided that the group will head out and convince the giant's to join there side.

Tigerwolf seems bummed no one answered her question but would leave it at that.

Krelle stands up after the meal and would motion for Odak to follow him.

Heading out the two of them head to his tent. Sitting Odak down he motioned for him to remove his gauntlet as he prepared his needles and gathered inks and powders.

Getting to work he would tattoo a Shield on Odak.

"So that your shield shall always protect your tribe mates."

One by one you report to him to get tattoos and you can chose locations.

Majuba's is that of a Voodoo Spear and Krelle would say. "So your magic and spear will aid the tribe and weaken the enemy."

Draxia gets a stylized flame. "So your magic burns through the tribe's enemies and your passion burns hot."

Turgrim gets a black fist. "So your might shall be concealed from your enemies as you use it to aid your allies."

Runt, I mean WolfRager the Unkillable will get a tough looking tribal wolf with a foaming mouth. "So your rage is always directed at the tribes enemies."

Karol is given a simple drum head with nothing else. "When you stories carry your own tales then there will be more. Your tales are important to the tribe also."

Mogwag is given a plain circle and Krelle doesn't even bother to speak.

Tigerwolf is given a smaller wolf figure with stripes along her arm. "So your ferocity is always contained until needed to be unleashed on your enemies."

there are no lesser orcs around you

Krelle will watch as others join the roar. Tigerwolf especially. Master Creath loves a good roar and would do so too. The chieftain and the other orcs also join in.

Once everyone is settled again Krelle would speak up.

"Young Hero's of the tribe. What would you say is the way to deal with the humans trying to recruit the Golian's and the other giants into a treaty with them. They have been neutral in our wars before."

MAJUBA SORRY THAT DIDNT HAVE THE RIGHT EDIT FIXED ABOVE

That is excellent. It was a good story.

The chieftain looked at everyone assembled as they told their tales and seemed to be thinking as food was brought in. The bard furiously scribbled into his note pad and looked at Karol shaking his head slightly. Not that all of the stories were impressive. He didn't seem to mind on Majuba's and was pleasantly surprised, but he seemed very dissatisfied with Mogwag's even more so.

The Chieftain stands and looks at all assembled. "Krelle, I would ask that you mark each of those that have given tales with something worthy of the tale." Krelle nodded and looked to each.

"I shall give them tattoo's matching their tales so that all should know them." It is known among the tribe that the Chieftain believes in badges and marks of honor. For him to request one to be put on you is an honor but also means he is taking a personal interest in your actions and how you represent the tribe and his allies. "Each of you will report to Krelle today at some time to give you your marks." The Chieftain looks at the group and stares at Runt and Odak before speaking to the group as a whole.

"Tigerwolf, Draxia, Karol, and Mogwag." The last name he says almost as if he added it grudgingly. "You will now be recognized as Full Orcs in the tribe." All the orcish council members nodded except Grelock who scowled. Master Creath seemed inordinately pleased by this even as Yethric looked at Draxia and nodded.

Turgrim, you are now an ally of Wolftooth independent of even your tribe. Your word has importance here but also reflects on your own tribe should you speak on their behalf."

"Runt, I have heard tale of you gathering a new title. That of Unkillable. It is time you are given a proper name and place among the tribe." His words rang across the tent. "From now on, should you accept this. You are Wolf Rager the Unkillable and you are part of the Wolftooth tribe." IF you wish to change the first part that is perfectly acceptable just know Unkillable will be tacked on.

Cheers actually came up from Tigerwolf and some of the assembled council members. Namely Master Creath, Hartok Warspeaker, and Nilla.

The Chief then turns to Odak. "You have saved the life of your owner at the expense of your own. You have gained the loyalty of your comrades and they in kind chose to save you. You have been a loyal pet to Tigerwolf and she has told me your debt is paid in full. You are a Free Giant. So I ask you now Odak, the Iron Giant, do you wish to join the Wolftooth Tribe? To be part of the Strongest pack in the Savage Hills."

The group as a whole is treated to excellent meals as talk revolves around the table at first of various other things going in on the tribe as the Chieftain is brought up to date. Eventually the conversation turns and the group learns that humans have been seen heading to the Golians to talk about forming an alliance.

"If this happens it will be that much more difficult to fight the Humans because of the Giant's and their location in the Savage hills."

Alright shall i just fast forward us until their is another encounter?

Congratulations! One day after mine.

Side Note Waiting on Draxia and Runt to post. Draxia has been busy.

Hello Good News. Our GM Will return soon.

We can understand, but the Chief IS asking for a reason.

Is anyone else going to contribute. I haven't done Tigerwolf's yet either but I wanted to get everyone elses stories in first.

You rest for the night after spending the entire day mapping out the Thorn River Camp. Getting up early the next morning. Once camp is broken you head Northeast and cross into the next area.

As you guys are riding around you stop to get some lunch about midday. As you are sitting there you hear a grunting as a grizzly bear starts moving your way foraging for food. Hella without saying a word would get up and slowly approaches it.

Hella's Wild Empathy: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (20) + 3 = 23

A tense minute passes before the bear moves up to her and licks her face and she sits with it helping it forage for its favorite foods before she bids it to wonder off happily without disturbing them.

Quick question, we didn't do experience we were just told when to level right?

Also it must be personal. The recounting of the Bonfire Fields... well it didn't state for Karol any personal accomplishment.

Odak's simple lines and Greez's were enough for them to understand.

You are in front of the council, an invited guest, so this is a rare chance to get in good with a lot and gain influence in the tribe.

I AM SO SORRY >.< IT ATE THE POST AND I DIDNT NOTICE

You are able to tell that they left in a manner of organization. Cerian is able to spot where the scarecrow had been hiding up in the trees some distance from camp. My the look of things it was probably deliberately left there for them.

Exploring the entire area and mapping it in detail requires a survival check and a full day. They would finish again as the sun is setting.

Hella's Survival: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (14) + 10 = 24

Exploring the hex yields what you might expect. It was a forested area with a river running through the middle of it. This camp could still be of use maybe later on.

It has now been two days since Cerian has seen his lady love. Shrieker is again sent with a note that they are alive as they make camp again that night. Just as they settle down Shrieker comes back and lands near Hella. She would chuckle lightly taking a note off of him and the small package from him.

Walking to Cerian she would move to him and hands him a tiny scrawled note and a small box.

The note said. From Neila To Cerian.

Opening the box revealed three tiny chocolates and another note from Neila. "When you need to disappear eat one of these. I hope you enjoy them."

The chief listened as they recounted recent tales. He didn't seem that impressed with Karol's tale even though it was told well. Then again it wasn't what he asked at all. Bestor Truthsinger wrote down the things he heard but also seemed unimpressed. The others gathered nodded approval at the story.

As Majuba spoke a couple of chuckles went around the table.

When Greez spoke up a smile broke out and a couple more laughs at the image of him throwing a fish man.

As Turgrim roared and spoke a slight nod of acknowledgement came from the chieftain and he seemed happy with the simple tale of why he had no scars from this battle and why he was proud of it.

Gola Packmate would decide to clue them in a bit on what the chieftain was asking.

"Chieftain, you want a tale of a battle we are proud of, possibly one that we bear a scar from. Something personal from each of us. You care not if it is recent or old." Her words rang out as she nodded.

"Then I will give you my own. This one is recent, in our new war. My band and I were scouting the southern border heading towards that human village when a rabid creature came from the woods intent on devouring everything it saw. Three massive heads on necks, all the ferocity and strength of the dire bear and the hunger and healing of a hydra. The battle was hard won but I managed to get in close. At that point the creature reared grabbing at me with its large claws." She lifted a part of her cloak to show a paw that even Odak's hand could fit in. She also showed the scars along her arms. "It managed not to hold onto me as I lunged forward and stuck my spear through its heart. While it had the healing, eliminating its heart still killed it. So I wear this scar proudly."

To give you guys a hint. EVERYONE will have to tell a tale and it doesn't have to be on the recent events but as long as it is a story of an accomplishment that is personal it will be accepted. This is like old fighters getting together and telling war stories and boasting about things they have done. The point is to be the focus of the story. This is a time to brag to the chieftain and talk yourselves up.

When everyone arrives at the tent they are greeted by the guards in the main courtyard area and no one else at first. Eventually coming up behind you you see Gola Packmate. Tigerwolf's adopted mother. She is wearing a new bear hide that has the strips of metallic scales, all different colors going down the back of it. The top is topped with a bears head that looks scaled as does the parts over the shoulders.

Looking at each of them in turn she nods and would head towards the main door. You see the guards flinch slightly as she marches past them and opens the tent and calls over her shoulder. "Come on in."

Upon entering you would see the great table set up already. The Chieftain was on his throne carved from the skull of a great wyrm dragon wearing blood colored chainmail, and a helmut stylized like a dragon by his side on the arm of the throne. A battle axe sits beside, its magic chilling the air around it. On the throne's left was Sartuk Firehand. His eyes sharp as he watched the group come in. His eyes studying each carefully.

Their was a space at the table in front of the chieftain. To the left as you stare at the table is Yethric, The Speaker for the Hag. Her eyes glance over everyone as they enter but they linger over Draxia momentarily seeming to judge her. Looking at Tigerwolf there seems to be a bit of a glare but more irritation.

To her left was Master Creath, the Kobold representative from the Temple of the Dragon Roar. His scales were shined and his clothing simple. The fact he sat on the council spoke volumes. Seeing Tigerwolf he would grin and gives her a simple nod showing teeth.

To the left of him was Ashe, Sub-lord of the Tal Kieng, representing the Tal Kieng warlord. His sword as always was on his back. Looking at everyone when they entered he nodded to Gola, and the other hobgoblins.

At the end of the table and farthest from the chief on the left was Grelock, the High Priest of Zoran. He glowers at everyone and seems to judge the group critically.

On the right of the table, closest to the Chiefs Spot was Hartok Warspeaker in all his regalia. He was dressed and outfitted for war. His red and black robes and armor glinting in the light. He gazed upon the group as a whole studying them and eyeing them as if thinking of something.

Bestor TruthSinger came next, as always he was scribbling in his journal but he looked up when you came in. Grinning at Karol he would nod and eyes the others curiously.

Nilla, an older orc Matron, the Priestis of Xiola, Death's sister and the known healer was eyeing each with a critical eye. She was also outfitted for war.

Last on the right was Krelle Deathchild. No one knows why he is here but he has been a member of the council for a while and many fear him.

"So warriors, before the meal is served. I want to hear a war story you are proud of. Show me a scar if you have one proving it. This is a festive occasion."

At the side of the table you are all on you see seating arrangements for all. Including Odak, Greez, Majuba, and Runt. Stone chairs are there for them.

Krelle actually Stands up and motions to Gola and the seat beside him quietly indicating he wishe her to sit there.

Looks good. Sorry things have been hectic.

It was a suggestion stat wise. After all Hella wants to be the Alpha also if possible.

Indeed. Honestly. What do you think of Hella? Besides the fact she is weird.

OH By the way, got a better picture of Hella when all cleaned up.

Hella with wings

Hehe, Hella would happily take the Leadership Role also If she could.

No I have been sick and haven't really posted. Hehe, Sounds Kinda good. Hella is in a unique position herself.

Though I thought Miri would probably love the King/Queen position, and if not that some where else of influence.

Heh, actually i have my own charts for reincarnate that can get kinda powerful but fun. You can turn into a whale so Its one of those we have to decide things.

And I agree some things the players could do without cost but we will tackle that when we get to it.

Oh I did talk to our former GM and they are happy this is still going and asked me to keep them apprised until they can come back! So I have the notes i need.

The next morning is a nice bright day. Everyone is able to get their rest and you can continue on to explore or plan as you wish.

The night is full of revelry, dwarf and human torturing, and just meeting up with the people in the tribe and making connections. Anyone from the groups that looks for company for the "night" Will surely find it.

Right before sunrise the Chieftain returns riding his massive Dire Wolf. At his side his own war party. With the haul they come riding in with it looks like they went on a hunt and brought back two dire boar for the tribe. Clearly older and meaner and by the looks of one, possibly dragon touched.

Blound moves towards him and salutes the Chief and speaks with him quietly and the Chieftain looks over at your groups as he speaks. A fierce scowl in on his face and he says something to Blound who returns over to the two groups.

"Chief said he would speak with you at moonrise. You will be eating breakfast with him and the council." To all assembled they knew this was a rare honor. Especially since there was a fresh kill involved. This also had other ramifications. The council would be judging them as they debriefed the chief. This was a time to Shine and earn honor among the council and with the chief.

Nedry does find some thing amongst the remains. It seemed in its chest was a grouping of what could only be described as some kind of wrapped hard crystalline substance. It radiates faint magic.

1d6 ⇒ 5 From Miri's crit.

Miri's last shot hits the pumpkin headed man and he loses his grip and falls to the ground in a lifeless heap.

Wolf would move over cautiously snifling it before tearing it to pieces grabbing a stick and looking up at them wagging his tail.

Okay everyone on The Bridgette River Mission.

So far the story presented to Blound is incorrect. Specifically many of the major details.

One, It is correct the Yellow Eye were under siege and the hag and her Ogres and Hill Giants were the cause.

You snuck past some of the Ogre and Hill Giant Camps to target the Hag directly. While you may have dealt a blow by making their leader run and killing her boyfriend, you didn't deal quite the "crushing blow".

Secondly, they Yellow Eyes were joyous you chased off the hag but they were still cautious because she wasn't dead yet, but kept their promise to assist with the mission.

The mission was a success and you got 3 Prisoners. Two Humans and One Dwarf. Dwarf is obviously someone of some knowledge.

You fled the mission after you heard Two things.

A. That 200 humans WITH 200 Bearclaw Warriors were heading to the mission.
B. That 60 Hill Giants and Ogres were on their way also.

You fled and Yellow Eye Chief left scouts to watch. YOU DID NOT SEE THE BATTLE.

The Yellow Eye Scout Reported:

A. Both groups. Humans/Bearclaws and Ogres/Giants both got to the burnt down mission about the same time.
B. The Humans had a wizard and the Bearclaws had a shaman and that is what helped keep the fight mostly even.
C. Both sides took at least 2/3 in loses on either side.

As you guys are thinking back on the accounting of the story. Each of you start noticing major inconsistencies with what actually happened, compared to what is being told.

Everyone from the Bridget River Mission Please make Int checks

Bound will ask. "So how do you know of the Bearclaw and humans fighting? What reinforcements did she gather and Yellow Eyes would be fools not to consider the hag attacking them with her number of ogre and giant followers. Especially with the mission destroyed. How many of her number did you slay to give them such hope?"