John stays perfectly still, his bow held close to his body to ensure no one bumps it...
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John's lends a hand in barricading the door!
"Hello sir. Are you hungry?" John offers the man some food from his own rations.
Saving Throw! plus... Modifiers:
John scrambles to escape, terrified by the experience! This is why I wanted to be an archer he thinks to himself regarding the extreme melee catastrophe he is facing.
Vojtek pales visibly at the occult goings-on, although he has come to expect to these things from the Speaker of the Ancients, he still finds them deeply unsettling. With a glance towards Kappi to reassure with himself and his little brother, Vojtek makes the sign of warding his people on the Tundra at the edge of the ice had always used. Pointer finger and little finger extended from a closed fist, the horns of The White represent the extent of his magical powers.
John asks for a roster of the slain. He hopes to perhaps memorialize them, or at the least offer some succor to their surviving loved ones.
... to heal the Taranisaur. Especially since if all goes according to plan in this campaign, he will have earned the appellation of "Rex" Also... John tries to swim back to the boat and get in.
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John seems to be swimming now.
Retcon to the statue of Erastil... John wakes his son at the end of his watch, just as rosy fingered dawn first caressess the eastern horizon. "Happy birthday my boy, I am very proud of you." John amd Gozrek watch the sun rise, say some prayers to Erastil, then set about making ready for the day.
John and Gozrek gather a bunch of berries to share with the rest of the family upon their return.
John takes a step back to hide from the creature's searching gaze. He draws back the bowstring and from the shadows surrounding him he shoots a volley across the flickering circle of light... First Attack:
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John lights a torch and tosses it toward the sound of the dracolisk.
John nods silent agreement. He sets about the mundane tasks of checking his gear. Tightening straps, using a stick to work chunks of muddy dirt loose, and trying to ensure his weapons are ready for action.
John passes a bite of food to his boy, and doesn't mention the running away thing.
John shifts his target to the Boggard harrying his lord, and pulls his bowstring back again! RANGED FULL ATTACK
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(Target the one near Taranis, then near Augrym, then near Unrak if it gets that far)
Saving Throw! plus... Modifiers: -2 +2 = 13
Saving Throw! plus... Modifiers: -2 +2 = 17
Looks like 2 passed saves. John continues his barrage with deadly calm on his face, even while growing concern stokes the fire of the boggard's supernatural fear...
RANGED FULL ATTACK
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(Saves are above) "Steady my boy..." John intones as calmly as he can. He steps closer t Bytor and draws his bowstring and tries to eliminate the threats one arrow at a time. (5' step east, please move my pog) RANGED FULL ATTACK
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He targets those closest to him, firing until one falls then switching to the next.
John aims at the boggard directly north of him with a muttured curse and a worried glance towards Gozrek... and waits for Bytor's inspiring words to help steady his bow.
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"Steady lad!"
John suggests tying ropes around waists, two by two. He ties a rope around his own waist and offers Gozrek the other end and a towel. Everyone else pair off if you'd like...
John helps Unrak as best he can.
Once all are clear and Augrym moved to safety, John levels his bow for a clean shot at the brown mold. While three twangs sound in rapid succession, his arms are as much a blur as his arrows. With naught but a few snowflakes drifting in each arrow's wake to mark their passage, the fight is over.
John takes stock and whispers his dead wife's name, "Reykala, I need cold my love" He watches in wonder as icy blue crystals engulf his bow for a moment. He draws out an arrow reverently from its place in his quiver and nocks it. Ice crystals briefly rime the fletching and he looks for a target. (Activate Icy via sprit warrior)
John steps to his right and draws his bow. (5' west please?) His calloused fingers release the bowstring with a twang and the familiar whistling of several arrows start filling the close humid air. (Order of attacks, West, Southwest, South. Concentrate fire on one till it falls then shift to the next) RANGED FULL ATTACK
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CONFIRM
John delays until after Bytor, anticipating inspiration and hoping for magical haste!
John agrees with Unrak and swears to whatever he can.
After his companions search the troll corpses for loot, John requests a hand from some men nearby and drags the troll bodies downwind and out of the town proper. He douses them in lamp oil and lights them ablaze.
John's eyes narrow and his jaw sets. He sees his eldest son embattled and starts loosing firey arrows at the trolls with calm determination. (Attacking blue until it falls then purple) First Attack:
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John hustles east toward Augrym looking for a line of attack down the street. As he moves, tongues of flame surround him and start to lick at the mighty bow in his hand. In a flash, the flames snake around the gleaming curved wood and trace down the bowstring until it is a single line of bright flame. (Activate Warrior spirit: flame)
John and his sons take the time away from the path to volunteer their services to the community, focusing on the needy, the forgotten, or the marginalized. They do so without fanfare, and take no credit for their actions.
Once Augrym points it out, John looks for obvious reasons for death... whether signs of predators in the area, a cliff above the skeleton, or a fearsome creature sitting atop the bones and slavering at the party hungrily.
John stares intently in the wrong direction apparently, and determines who knows what.
”I’d like to try to rescue our people. Let’s try to track the slavers ourselves.”
As John flounders without a bow in his hands, hopefully one of his stalwart companions can do better.
On the first of Rova, his sons surprise him with a cake and some modest gifts in celebration of his 34th birthday. ”The best combination!” opines John, really enjoying the pleasant mix of family, cake, and gifts. Privately though, he still mourns the loss of his beloved wife keenly. Holidays and birthdays bring that pain to the surface in regular intervals throughout the year - But John welcomes the grief… secretly fearing that as the years march by that the pain will ebb and he’ll slowly forget his Rekka.
John lends a hand where he can.
"Professor, I'm certain Gozrek and Lord Taranis had already slain the beast before my arrows found their mark. But I'd be well pleased to practice with you... I bet you could show me something I don't know, and I can have a friend to practice with."
Edit: No Bane. Full attack. First attack: (I shouldn't have rolled and bonused a double arrow shot earlier... but since I did, the only edits are -2 to hit, and -7 damage) so 34 to hit and 39 damage. Second Attack:
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John's eyes glaze for a moment and the telltale wisps of smoke envelop his bow as the spirit of Reykala provides her husband an edge in battle. John calmly draws back the bowstring with an inner peace that overrides the terror a gigantic charging beast should have instilled. for damage.
John suggests, "Perhaps, if no one else objects, Reykalaston?"
With his feet underneath him, and his breathing getting under control after his terrifying flights, John settles into a rhythm of pulling and releasing his bowstring. Arrow after arrow caressed by the black wisps of smoke streak across the divide toward the Roc. First Attack:
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John is a bit unsure if he believes he's alive... and that he is flying. Without delay he wills himself back toward the tower, just like the lass at the magic shop told him. Vertigo and the enormous monster behind him serve as all the motivation he needs to learn quickly!
With his wife's spirit still guiding his hands, John resists the urge to fire as soon as he alights on the solid ground in favor of taking a moment to let the beast come a bit closer.
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John is startled out of his reverie by the fearsome attack, and wriggles desperately to escape!
John prepares to use his newly acquired Feather Token to avoid splattering all over the ground. (Readied action to use if he gets dropped) Then he makes one more effort to escape, but finds the talons simply too powerful.
His gimlet eyes are creased against the sun, and his bowstring is already taught. In the scarce seconds before the creature descends John cries the alarm! His cry of alarm sounds odd though... it trails off almost... thoughtfully. Wisps of black smoke snake around the bow and in the blink of an eye have completely gilded it with a twisting aura of power. The smoke caresses John's hand almost lovingly, and guides him to a realization that his departed bride - always with him in his heart - is now quite literally with him in spirit. John is amazed and thankful... But his attention only wavers for a moment and he steels himself to release his arrow!
With no outward indication other than a slight head movement, John listens to the discussion behind him. He is concerned about their exposed position.
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On the first day of Erastus, the Fletcher household celebrates Erasten's eleventh birthday. It is a bittersweet celebration because Rekayla's memory hangs close to the Fletcher men. The youngest son finds his cheeks wet with tears a few times this day.
Retcon: before leaving, John asks around for a pair of Boots of Speed.
John enjoys hearing Bytor's introduction and is glad he is not expected to speak publicly. His attention is on the diplomat most of the time, but he carefully scans the room now and again lookong for signs of trouble.
"Yes M'lord. Gozrek, do us proud."
If time allows, and if the Duke approves, John volunteers to take his boys to Tatzylford to help build the shrine. He works with the Tatzylford locals on mutualistic hunting and scouting practices as well. While on the road (or if the trip won't work out, while at home) John tells them about the strange visitation the gods apparently sanctioned. John retells how their mother spoke to him and offered her support to him... and he is candid about jow he isn't quite sure what exactly that means. All four Fletchers agree, the sign is a boon and they offer prayers of thanks for it.
John has the presence of mind to ask Taranis if jumping into the water to wash the stuff off is a good idea. If Taranjs says no, John will stay on shore. Otherwise it is bath time.
John attempts to disentangle himself from the greenery!
Not likely... |