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Thanks for great time GM.

Sorry about my replay Gaf, I should get all my things into a spreadsheet, rather than scanning my sessions lists.

108977-4 Havern Sern

No credit for this scenario, as it is a replay (because I'm dumb and can't count).

So saying, Havern ducks below a clumsy swing, and seeing the opportunity, leaps forward and drives his sword up and under the goblinoids arm. As she coughs blood onto his face, Silvina leaps over Havern, seizing the creatures other arm in her fangs and tearing out a great hunk of flesh.

Confirmation Rolls

Longsword crit: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (1) + 3 = 41d8 + 3 ⇒ (1) + 3 = 4
Bite crit: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (5) + 4 = 91d6 + 4 ⇒ (4) + 4 = 8
Bite trip: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (1) + 4 = 51d6 + 4 ⇒ (3) + 4 = 7

Agreed, the greatest weakness of the arcane arts is that it takes a moment to gather oneself to channel the magic required. In the crucible of combat, one moment is all it takes to lose your life.

Longsword: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (19) + 3 = 221d8 + 3 ⇒ (3) + 3 = 6

Bite: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (20) + 4 = 241d6 + 4 ⇒ (2) + 4 = 6

Havenrn and Silvina both continue their attack against the goblinoid.

longsword: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (12) + 3 = 151d8 + 3 ⇒ (7) + 3 = 10

bite: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (6) + 4 = 101d6 + 4 ⇒ (5) + 4 = 9

Havern and Silvina attack in tandem, their movements perfectly in synch.

longsword: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (14) + 3 = 171d8 + 3 ⇒ (6) + 3 = 9

Bite: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (8) + 4 = 121d6 + 4 ⇒ (6) + 4 = 10

As Silvina strikes low to distract the creature, Havern fakes a blow with his shield at the creature's torso, and at the last moment pivots to strike high from the opposite direction with his blade, catching the creature off guard.

Havern will ready an attack to disrupt caster if she attempt to cast again.

Longsword: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (5) + 3 = 81d8 + 3 ⇒ (4) + 3 = 7

He will also calla again for Silvina to come join the fray.

Handle Animal: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (5) + 6 = 11

Silvina perks up at her masters call, drops the bone and comes bounding into the room, seeking the target of her masters ire.

Havern will move in, drawing his longsword has he goes.

double move, draw my weapon

He barks out a kill command to Silvina, but she is too busy gnawing on a skeleton femur to listen.

handle animal: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (3) + 6 = 9

Senjin, that looked like a nasty blow. Hold still, I'll stitch it together. You have to ensure you keep your wits about you at all times. Enemies such as hobgoblins will take any opportunity to exploit a weakness. They hold to no rules of war .....

Havern continues to lecture as he draws out his wand to heal Senjin.

CLW: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 1 = 5

Seeing his monk friend take a nasty blow, Havern decides that Valor is the better part of Discretion, and will walk on through the door, drawing his weapon as he goes, and then attack the larger Hobgoblin.

Taking the AOO for moving through threatened space, AC 21 with Combat Expertise

Sword: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (12) + 3 = 151d8 + 3 ⇒ (2) + 3 = 5

Havern, unable to easily join the fray, will ready an attack.

Havern will move up to the door, and open it for Silvina, giving her the attack order.

handle animal: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (12) + 6 = 18

Silvina moves in behind the goblin, growling fiercely and blocking off his escape.

Seeing his traveling companion collapse at his feet, Havern will utter a prayer to Erastil, and lay his hands upon Senjin, knitting his wounded flesh together in an instant.

Cure light wounds: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (6) + 1 = 7

Havern and Silvina, hearing Aaziroth's call, circle round towards the north door to assist.

move action for both. Given that Havern hasn't yet seen the enemies, he can't direct Silvina to attack, so she's stuck moving at my speed with me.

Cheers DM, missed that, roll below

reflex: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (12) + 4 = 16

That brings Silvina up to full with the healing she got

"We are fine, but thankyou for your concern"

Havern will hit himself and silvina with charges from his own wand.

Healing: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 1 = 31d8 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2

Healed up they take their position to follow the rest of the group.

Silvina continues to try to rend the skeleton.

Bite: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (13) + 4 = 171d6 + 4 ⇒ (5) + 4 = 9

If she manages to grab on with the attack she attempts to drop the skeleton to the ground.

trip: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (2) + 4 = 6

Havern will brace at the top of the pit as Senjin climbs out.

"Sick him" calls Havern, as he directs Sylvina to attack the skeleton to their left.

Handle Animal: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (11) + 6 = 17

Silvina bounds foward and trys to rip the creature of bones apart with her teeth.

Bite attack: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (4) + 4 = 81d6 + 4 ⇒ (3) + 4 = 7

Havern grabs a length of rope from his belt and throws it down the pit for Senjin to grab onto; bracing himself to help pull Senjin up.

Havern also leaves behind food for the starving beast.

"I'd best not hear stories of wolf attacks in these woods any time soon. If I do, I will find you."

Havern sheathes his sword and walks along with the others to find the hobgoblins.

Havern draws his sword but hangs back, Sylvia standing ready as his heels.

I can. You could too if you placed greater trust in the gods, and spent less time looking inwards. I admire your skills with a bow, but a mans duty is first to his kin and God, and second to himself.

As a worshiper of Erastil, Havern never passes up the chance to lecture someone on "the proper way" of doing things. :)

Havern looks around for signs of other creatures passing:

survival: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (14) + 6 = 20

Havern will move up, draw his longsword, and attack the skeleton closest to him

Attack (slashing) : 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (15) + 3 = 181d8 + 3 ⇒ (3) + 3 = 6

He also calls out for Sylvina to attack the same skeleton

handle animal : 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (20) + 6 = 26

She lopes across to the skeleton and Drives her fangs into it

Bite (s/b/p) : 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (7) + 4 = 111d6 + 4 ⇒ (4) + 4 = 8

"Silvina seems to like it either way. I wouldn't be trying to take it back from her at this point."

Havern grunts, satisfied that the creature isn't a risk to the caravan, takes up position to one side of the caravan.

He pulls the scarf out of one of his many pockets and looks down at the bright colours with a look of revulsion on his face. He looks around briefly, and reaches down to affix the scarf to Sylvina's armour, flying it as a pennant from her back.

After calling in a favor at the Lodge to procure a fresh wand, Havern and Silvina heads down to the caravan to await their traveling companions, both eager to be free of the stifling confines of the city.

Havern looks over the caravan with a wary eye, eyeing the animals for signs of sickness or age lest they threaten to slow the journey. Silvina mirrors her master, but with a more basic need in mind, eyeing the larger creatures hungrily.

Havern notices one of the horses spook at the approach of the wolf, and reaches into his pack. He pulls out a hunk of un-identifiable, still driping meat and throws it over his shoulder, away from the unsettled creature. Silvina immediately turns to track the rise and fall of her meal, turns back to huff angrily at Havern for the inconvenience, and then lopes away to curl defensively around her meal, gnawing happily at the bloody flesh.

"Times a wasting. I've got some provisions to pickup before we head out, I'll meet you all at the caravan"

I had forgotten to grab a wand of cure light wounds. Ill spend my 2pp from the confirmation to pick one up now.

A weathered man, his clothes worn and patched, perches quietly in the corner, idly running his hand through the pelt of his canine companion. His boots are pitted and worn, and his cloak a mess of patches and loose stitching, the breastplate underneath it dented and dirty.

Muddy track marks lead up to him from the door, and he is surrounded by a strong smell of earth, dirt and sweat, as though bathing were a concept he had only heard of in stories. He picks at his teeth idly with a dagger, then spits upon it and wipes it down with his sleeve.

By comparison, the wolf lying at his feet is immaculate, coat brushed and and clean, leather armour clearly recently oiled. She looks out at the others through half lidded eyes, and sensing no dangers to her or her master, lies contentedly upon the floor, leaning up against her masters legs.

He take little interest in the conversation of the others, happy to tend to his weapons and wolf.

"The sooner we are back on the road, the better" he says gruffly as he checks another knife tucked into his boot. "Silvina gets restless if if we stay in one place too long."

He stands, wipes one hand on his breeches, and extends it in greeting "Names Havern, good to meet you all."

Good to go.

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Dot

The character (previously a nature oracle) has been redesigned as a hunter (still level 1).

Keeps most of the same flavor (nature, animal companion etc) but has a bit more relevance.

Level 1 oracle of nature, keen to play.