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"So do we build a boat then? After all the time spent on the island, there is also the possibility of swimming. It doesn't look too far off the land."
"For now let's leave them alone. If they don't bother us, I'd rather not waste time fighting them."
"That depends on just how much in your goddess's good graces the rest of us are."
"Is there a reason we can't scout the area around where we build the camp? I can do it easily enough." Makoa offers.
"Thank you, Douena. Those crocodiles packed a punch." He says, sighing as some of his wounds close up. "At least now I know what it's like when I bite people. No wonder my spirit animal is a crocodile."
Makoa tries to duck by the snapping jaws without getting caught in them to get between Douena and Pezock, slashing his ax at the nearby crocodile with all his fury.
Worried about such a a large ambush by even larger creatures, Makoa does what he tries to do best: protect his pack. And, well, who better than the most needed member of the party, the optimistic priestess of Luck, Douena? He concentrates and begins casting, shielding her from the worst of the crocodile's attack.
"Douena could spin her Desnan symbol and we can take the trail it points too." The half-Orc offers as he keeps an eye on the less than mentally stable tengu.
"Just write down where they are and give everyone a note of it, and that should help." Makoa suggests as he cracks his neck and gives his a axe a few swings. "Hope we find something good to eat along the way though. Dried rations and jungle fruit aren't very filling."
Spent my night teaching an online friend how to play Pathfinder while also playing other rpg stuff. He too down three goblins, scared a bunch of marsh deer when he missed them with his arrows, took down a marshclaw(fresh water reefclaw) with three arrows(five if we count the two times he miss), and over all had a great time. He mentioned he was going to ask his college gaming club if anyone played pathfinder there. I had a lot of fun DMing the mini adventure too. All in all, this was a great night! (^-^)
"And is the trap close? I would like to not set it off, whatever it is."
"Desna has been a bit fickle with our luck. Are we sure it's best to try and ask for her help again?" The previously quiet half-orc asks Mahjik.
"Urza is talking about himself weirdly again." Makoa chuckles before looking at the charau-ka, wondering what it was saying to Douena.
I can prepare Magic Fang, but that's it.
Makoa sees the damage done to his friends and urges his feral attack forward even more.
Continuing his furious assault, as seemingly ineffective as it was against the serpent's defenses, Makoa attacks!
With a snarl, low and brief, Makoa runs after his prey and jumps down behind it, biting at after he lands.
Makoa quickly follows his fellow half-orc and gets behind Urza so he has a (somewhat) clear shot at the serpent.
He curses as his aim is off and his javelin clatters uselessly to the ground.
Makoa looks around for a way and then decides to ultimately follow Urza into the building in search of a way to the others.
"Hold the line, feathered friend."
Makoa calls on his own magic and toughens his hide as well before moving towards the door.
"At least we know some sort of mage was here. I ca't make head or tails of this etching though." Makoa mutters as he keeps and eye Pezock. Urza's current strange behavior aside, the tengu was actually crazy.
"Wind and weather can tear down even huge groves of trees. Why is rock and different?" Makoa mutters as he climbs up to look around.
When Makoa moves again, he shudders. "I hate those plants now. I've never felt so much like.. like prey before, and I've been acively hunted!" He snarls and gives the plant a hard kick before moving away from it. "If we're taking any of it, it's in a clay pot sealed somehow."
Makoa sees the advantage of that placement, but the dangers as well and, with predatory grace, slides another axe free as he darts into the corner and brings his teeth to bear against the plat creature.
The spores throw off Makoa's aim, causing him to miss his target.
"I'm not sure this is like her, Douena." Makoa growls softly as he moves next to Pezock and gets ready to throw his axe in case the plant decides to attack.
Body Bludgeon rage power or Caught off-Guard + Weapon Focus(Mahjik)?
"Is there anyway we can get a signal to come back to the camp if something happens? I don't want to come back and find something has gone wrong."
"Thank you, little one." He tells her as he's left with some bad looking scrapes.
"We could split our sizable group up and explore for a bit in different directions, then return and tell what we found."
Makos continues his attack on the metallic serpents, this time trying to favor accuracy over brute force.
With nothing left to do but continue his attacks, Makoa swings his axe as hard as he can while trying to bite the metal serpent.
Makes simply follows, looking around just in case they didn't hear had heard them instead. You couldn't be too carefully out here. Not with snake people and ruins and such.
"I feel like keeping some might have been useful." Makoa says as he adjusts his axe in his grasp.
Makoa walks over to stand next to Douena, taking a moment to try and listen through the door. "Why this door?"
I've been playing it offline and let me tell you, Navior makes this book a lot better than my offline GM. He posts his rolls for one, and doesn't add more creatures and give everything max HP. Let's just say everyone is super excited for when we finish 5 and 6 so we can move on to a new AP(carrion crown!) and a new GM who will be running for the first time. I'm good to go if we keep playing. You guys are a lot more fun for it too.
Makoa stops Douena from using the last charge, his wounds sealed completely. "Thank you, little one.
Sounds like my bard on Monday. He's a blue(Psionic Goblin) Bard, and spent his time healing the others. He saved their lives three times. Party: lv1 Elven Soulknife, lv2 Human Magus, lv2 Blue Bard
I didn't get hit the entire session. :)
"He's.. afraid now. Terrified. His demons didn't.. save any of them." Makoa pants, weariness settling in his bones as fast as his blood settles in the ground underneath him.
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