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"That was a nasty beast. What have you found Grung" Hanathan says moving toward the three. "Everyone Ok?
Hanthan moves a bit back and calls upon his arcane power and points at the beast Fall! He commands Actions: Moves 10 feet back ( withing 20 feet of the tree) and casts Command+ select+ lengthy meta word= 1st level spell, Dc 17, Duration 2 rounds, will save avoids
If he fails , The target falls to the ground and remains prone until its next turn{ that be two rounds with leanthy].
Seeing the beast attacked Hanathan thinks to himself Well, there goes making it friendly. He sighs and moves a bit closer and lets loose a jet of fire. Actions:
Moves 10 feet closer and uses flame jet 0 + selected0 which is a 0th level spell range 25' touch, 1d4 reflex for half DC 14 Attack:
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"Ah there it is." Hanathan says spotting the moss.
"Speak for yourself. You get some spits Grung? " He says moving to light the fire by calling upon his magic . "I am still good so I'll take a watch."
'By the Gods!" Hanthan says to himself "Just how many people are in these forsaken woods?" "Well neighbor, Dale was it? Not sure why she is here, maybe the goodness of her heart,Darrid is here on his life long battle with cookpots and me, Well you see I want a nice soft bed and that isn't happening till this whole sickness passes over. So here we are." He shrugs "As for food, we have hard tack and maybe some bird Darrid was kind enough to kill for us."
"Stealthy lot eh?" Hanathan whispers "Shall we say hello?"
"So you say, humm camp you say Grung, you wouldn't happen to have any food would you. WE do have birds if I recall." He says, then glances back to the hut "Think we should burn the place down? I could do that from a nice safe distance"
"simple task, she said, just fetch a few simple things, she said. That infernal woman's words would do Asmodeus proud!" Hanthan says staying clear of the hut. "By Calistria if get eaten by animated cooking pot I swear I'll crawl from my grave to strangle that woman!"
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"We should leave now!" Hanathan yells garbing up the root.
Hanathan still unable to help much, moves to examine the root. "It this what we are after? He thinks to himself. "I think I found the root!" He yells to be heard over the clanking.
Hanthan watches Titanina rush in to attack the cauldron of all things, which blocks his path. He has very little that can effect a freaking Cauldron and the few things he can do that woman just blocked his view!
Frustrated he readies himself if the cauldron gets by the others. Action: I am reading an action in case the thing moves toward me
Hanathan pulls a torch from his horse as he approaches the hut behind the others.Flames leap from his fingers to ignite the torch as he peers into the dark hut. Darrid seems to be looking over a corpse in an old chair. "Found the old witch have we?" Actions: Flame jet, oth level to light the torch.
"what is it? A swift blow to the neck with a sharp blade normally works well I have been told" Hanathan says looking at the sleeping form.
Hanthan seems to have fallen behind the others and arrives intime to watch almost amusingly as Darrid swings that great pointy stick of his at small birds. Pointing at the fox he asks "Did someone leave us dinner?"
"So, Faunra, was it? Where to? Maybe a few of you are more knowledgeable of the wilderness then I' He says as he looks a bit lost at the map. "Is that star us? that long thing a road? I see a house a tree and a black blob." he says, not being very helpful.
"Greetings to you sir, me and my companions have been sent by a herbalist to acquire some rare herbs. She told us you knew where to find such things. So here we are ' Hanathan says with a charming smile "Seeking your aid, Good sir" Diplomacy
Hanthan sits upon his horse, now full with stew in place of trail rations for once. "Greetings Master Trookshavits, we have been sent by the herblist in yon town to talk with a woodsmen named Milon Rhoddam. We are told he is well versed in the fauna of the area and have come to request his assistance in procuring a few specimens for said herblist." he says pleasantly Perception
Not much of an award Hanthan thinks to himself, but after weeks of hard tact that stew did sound awful inviting. "I assume the town would get back to normal then, Madam? If that is the case, which leads to well being of the town" And more importantly a warm bed for myself he thinks to himself " I guess I could ride up and have a talk with this Rhoddam fellow" He says with a smile.
Having gotten bored in the empty tavern and no Inn in site as far as he could tell Hanthan Fallows the others.Did that woman just tell us to loot the place? ' " Excuse me Madam, but who would be in charge here? I can see you have your hands full at the moment, however we ' He says sweeping his hands to the others "All seem to have just arrived. We are strangers here and are unsure of just what is going on. Pray tell can you explain in more detail?" Diplomacy
I agree Darrid, is there no Inn in this accursed town?
"You, Madam.' He says looking at Faunra " seem to be from around here. Where is an Inn? And where is the next town down that road?"
Hanathan sighs "Asmodeus 's Balls!" Hanathan swears low " Just where can one find something to eat in this...town then?" He says, weary from the long road "And a bed, one without bugs would be best."
Hanathan looks at the man, giving him a hard once over " I guess you could say, this is better then the place I left. My Name is Hanathan. As to weather that makes me brave or desperate, a bit of both I guess. And you Darrid?"
Hanathan leads his horse down the ferry ramp, he is not sure enough of his in saddle skill to try and ride down the plank. He takes in this small town, grimacing. Barely a town, well at lest I think I have lost any who pursue He looks around the docks "You there!" he says to one of the mill workers."Where can I find a room , without bugs sharing my bed and a hot meal?" he says tossing the man two silver.
I am gonna have to go Healer: Darrid
Class : Sorcerer (Infernal Bloodline)
Ok Hanathan is done, save his gear and flushing out his Backstory.
"Copper lining the walls you say, sounds like a trap for sure"
Hanathan holds Karis as Gannertung carries them across the water. He nods at Jequine words seeing wisdom in allowing the most skillfull in stealth to scout and the young lady was very shadow like at times. He awaits her return with the others and readies his bow. Karis sitting at his feet.
Hanathan will go closer to take a look at the symbols West
Hearing the words "Trap Hanathan stands with bow ready.
Hanathan follows the others keeping his bow ready.
Hanathan seeing his arrow have some effect lets another fly Attack
Hanathan curses himself for not seeing the crocodile being summoned. You need to pay more attention! he scolds himself as he raises his bow and fires at the ooze.
Attack
Hanathan looks toward the ooze and simply says "Clear a path please" Before stepping forward a bit and speaks a few words "eldur úr ógilt Logi úr hendi minni" As fire blazes from his hand toward the ooze below Burning hands
Hanathan pads down the stairs after the others, Karis close on his heels. He scans the dim room his elven eyes sharping the dim light from above but unsure if he could shot past the gathered group Perception
Hanathan and Karis stay to the middle or the back of the party if they can. The elf readies his bow as he prepares to follow the others down, the little fox staying close to his masters heels as the await what is to come.
Hanathan and Karis had spent the last few days with this group of pathfinders trekking though the desolate wasteland that was the cinderlands. They wait as Jaquine checks the door.
Yes sorry didn't think to do the brake down. I did not include the headband in my base states as they can be lost.
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