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Elowen takes a few steps down the hall, hurling a javelin at the remaining ghoul, but is unable to come anywhere near her target in the chaos.

Thorn Javelin/ throwing into melee: 1d20 + 4 - 4 ⇒ (7) + 4 - 4 = 7
Piercing: 1d6 + 2 ⇒ (2) + 2 = 4

Congrats on the job Skalla, we'll miss you.

Sounds good GM Red, we could benefit from keeping the active PC number at 5

"He claims that Marshall Kroft told him where to find us. Needed help from the Guard and got turned away because...of course he did." Ariadne says without taking her eyes off of Zahur. "By the way, Kroft thinks you're an exotic beauty." she says with a hint of a grin in her voice.

Been out if town, catching up now.

Saélihn stands watch, bow at the ready to cover their retreat as Lizzie, Skalla, and Gronilda blow the bridge. Putting her skills to use, the scouts the best possible place for the refugees to set up camp, given their limited resources.

Nodding along as Gronilda gives an inspiring speech, attempting to lift everyone's spirits, the takes in Aubrin's revelation of her impaired vision, resolving to take the lead in ensuring the refugees survive and find safety and shelter. One everyone is settled and watches set, she and Ghost set out, hunting in the outlying forest, to supplement their food supplies.

Survival (DC 10): 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (17) + 11 = 28

"Get along in the wild. Move up to half your overland speed while hunting and foraging (no food or water supplies needed). You can provide food and water for one other person for every 2 points by which your check result exceeds 10". So the results of Saélihn's hunting should be able to provide for 9 people, lessening Provision consumption.

"Oh we've got quite the haul for you. I'm sure when we're done you'll be the best equipped spot for anyone even thinking of adventure for miles!" Rhiannon replies, bringing out the contents of their collected saddlebags, to present an array of collected and cleaned armor and weapons.

We'll take cash for the Cold Iron Rapier, Rhiannon's old sword and the Massterwork chainmail (total 2,990), It'll add to the cash on hand to pay Bokken when he's done.

We'll take credit for the rest. (5,762 g 4s)

And spread the word that Oleg's is the place to go for adventuring gear!

Her sharp eyes quickly assessing the devolving situation, Saélihn lets out a breath she didn't realize she was holding. With Gronilda down, and still unmoving, Skalla on the ground as well (she seemed to be moving slightly but she'd dropped her weapon), and that bi+<# of a hobgoblin setting her sights on Aubrin, the huntress locks onto her prey, calling a command to Ghost to kill her, as she sends an arrow streaking across the bridge.

Handle Animal(DC 10): 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (17) + 8 = 25

Composite Longbow (+2): 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (18) + 4 = 22
Piercing: 1d8 + 3 ⇒ (7) + 3 = 10

Adding a gravelly edge to her voice to mimic Gronilda's tone, she yells a command to the cleric's pet. "Pawnies, defend!"

Wild Empathy: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (17) + 3 = 20

Free action, command Ghost to attack. Standard action shoot. Move action command Pawnies to defend Gronilda

Effortlessly swimming a bit to her right, Ku'Hania calls upon her bond with the deep, a roiling swirl of water building around her arm as she reaches out quickly to touch the shark, striking it with a deadly blast of water that batters the great predator, forcefully pushing it back.

Wave strike (touch attack): 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (12) + 3 = 15
Lethal Bludgeoning: 1d6 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 1 = 3
Shark is pushed back 5ft

Swim: 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (7) + 13 = 20

Saélihn glances over at Lizzie with a look of utter compassion. almost feeling guilty as her own mother stands beside her. She didn't know what she would do in the same situation, but at least she still had family around her...Saélihn's mother was all she had other than Ghost.

Pulling her attention back to her mentor she nods, gathering up anything needed and handing additional supplies to others to carry. "C'mon, let's get everyone out of here. No one else falls tonight."

Good luck everyone!

There's a lot of party cash and gems etc that we haven't unloaded as yet, so assuming we can sell the items or use things like gems as cash, we should be pretty good.

If we need to go to Oleg's to sell items for gold we can do that next. There's a pair of Bracers that should go to Celebeth as the only person who can't wear armor.

So our Level 1 party seems to have lost our DM (for the second time) very early on in a promising Kingmaker Campaign. We lost our first GM with no warning after the first combat they seemed to have completely left the boards), and our replacement GM has now been MIA for over a month (last in-game post over 2 months) right as the party began exploring the Old Sycamore.

The group has pretty good chemistry, and we’d love to carry on, like I said we’re still level one so a prospective GM would pretty much have carte blanche.

You can check out the game thread here:

Ironically we have flaming crossbow bolts and everyone but Kalaman uses a longbow

Bending to take her in his arms for a moment, Aiden picks Emma up, giving her a dep kiss before setting her down gently, looking into her eyes with the same expression she had for him. "That is the most wonderful, thoughtful gift ever. Thank you, Love!" he says with a genuinely radiant smile, a rare expression that only Emma ever seemed to draw from him.

I guess it would be anyone known to have any skill with crafting weapons or who might have some knowledge of troll activity in the area. Other than that, any NPC interaction would be welcome since Rhiannon is still the newest of the council members other than one or two of Celebeth's cohorts/followers

"This is...beyond anything I could have imagined love! It's absolutely beautiful!" Aiden says, overwhelmed with gratitude and the love expressed in both the gift and the work that went into it.

Aiden goes into the barn with a smile, clearly able to tell from the excitement in Emma's voice that she's enthusiastic about whatever he's about to unwrap. "It's... it's beautiful...amazing really...this must have taken...wow."

He takes it in, clearly speechless.

I'm so sorry for your loss.`Take all the time you need.

Ku'Hania quietly vows to herself to never fall unconscious around Ankha.

Okay, so what's the plan of attack? Scouting mission? Hit and run? Hold off until Tove's player is back?

We could probably take care of side things like going to see Bokken about alchemical supplies, doing a flyover of the area for surveillance, interactions with others in the town, or even another Kingdom turn in the meanwhile.

"All trolls spend most of their time hunting for food, since they need to consume ridiculous amounts each day or starve. So most trolls stake out large territories as their own, and fights between rivals are quite common. While these are usually nonlethal, trolls are aware of each others’ weaknesses and will use such knowledge to kill their own kind if food is scarce." Rhiannon advises.

"If they're working together, then it's likely their common goal is to conquer as much territory as possible, and likely eat every living thing the can along the way." she says solemnly, letting the weight of her words settle on her fellow council members.

Aiden slings the heavy sack onto his shoulder, rubbing Emma's back supportively before she knocks on the door, knowing just how difficult this must be for her.

"You're definitely up to something." Aiden mutters watching Emma's antics with an amused grin.

LMAO!!

After the meeting with Field Marshal Kroft, Kayleigh tells Ariadne and her new friends that she's heading back to Old Korvosa to gather a few things, make arrangement for some of her neediest regulars, and say her goodbyes. When a third day passes and a fourth eclipses noon, one would be tempted to believe the young Milanite has reconsidered things, but then she saunters up to 3 Lancet Street carrying a bedroll, a sack of laundry, and wearing her well-constructed backpack.

After piling her stuff in a corner, she asks Ariadne what she can do to help spruce up the place. The young cleric keeps glancing over her shoulder as she works, probably keeping an eye out for ghosts, friendly or not. Once the sun starts to set, she takes a break from work to unpack her things. In addition to three sets of plain, cheap clothes, the cleric has a set of official vestments and a tabard with the holy symbol of Milani (a single rose growing out of a crack in a blood-soaked street). She's also got a slew of medicinal kits (midwife's, veterinarian's, and sympton) plus a thankfully barely used set of surgeon's tools. She also has a few other knick-knacks, including a handsomely decorated copy of The Light of Hope, her goddess's sacred text.

"I'd paid a 6-month extension on my rent once I got a little gold," she explains to the others present. "Like I said, it's really small but can probably serve as a safe house if we ever have to stay on Endrin Isle...assuming you folks don't mind sleeping on the floor! I did buy an extra half dozen bedrolls so we'd have enough for everyone plus a guest or two."

Walking up to Ariadne, she hands her old friend a key and tells her the address of her flat. "I've known you the longest, so my spare key goes to you. I hope we never have to use it."

"So do I, you'd better be the one there to open it if we need it." Ariadne says earnestly, putting the key into a safe pocket in her belt, and committing the address to memory.

Turning her head to glance at Vedika as she mutters something, the magus arches an eyebrow for a moment, her lip quirking in what might be amusement before shaking her head and turning back to Kayleigh. "Would you like to meet Zellara? Her spirit has a special fondness for those of us with Korvosa'a best interest at heart."

"Alright, let's get moving!"

Is she doing okay?

Anytime my wife has anything done, even simple things, I am anxious. Too many movies, tv shows, and books has me expecting the worst all the time when it comes to doctors. Which is wrong, I know, but it is still a thing in my mind.

My fingers are crossed for her.

Yeah all good. Everything was as good as hoped. I know what you mean though. Just before they wheeled her in she said maybe this wasn't the best time for her to have started rewatching ER. Lol

So it would be Round 1 (move, start full round action), Round 2 (finish full round action, move action). But at least your summoned creature can act this round.

Rhiannon frowns, concerned with the encroaching threat of trolls and their seemingly coordinated actions. "That old alchemist...Bokken I think his name is, he can make alchemist fire, no?"

Knowledge Local (Trolls): 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (20) + 2 = 22

Without the right equipment, trolls were ridiculously hard to kill.

"You didn't fail them. If we'd come directly here...not that we had much of a choice, nearly dying multiple times on our way here, other people would be dead, or slaves, who aren't now." Lysithia says vehemently, refusing to let her love continue to wallow in self-blame. "Nobody can save everyone. We can only do the best that were can."

Getting the saves out of the way

Will (raging): 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (17) + 8 = 25
Will (raging): 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (10) + 8 = 18
Will (raging): 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (20) + 8 = 28
Will (raging): 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (8) + 8 = 16

The slight tingle in her skin as she handles the finely wrought blade, speaks to the powerful fey-bane enchantment on the weapon, the trace of fey heritage in her blood aware of the power. Taking a few minutes to work through a few combat forms, feeling the excellent balance and heft of the blade, she sheaths it, strapping it across her back.

"So, are we heading back home?"

"We should definitely take care of those first!" Ku'Hania agrees. "Then, the ankhegs, so that the farmers can get to work to help keep the colony fed."

Loot sheet has been updated.

As Ghost jumps clear, Saélihn clears her mind, shutting out the worry and rising threat of panic, slowing her breathing as she did when on a hunt. The hobgoblin at the door was not some mighty warrior attempting to kill her dearest companions. No. He was prey, and she would take him down the same as she did the buck this morning.

Releasing the arrow in between breaths, she watches calmly as her shot flies true.

Longbow/PBS: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (14) + 5 = 19
Piercing: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (5) + 1 = 6

The blade is a +1 cold iron fey bane estoc.

YAAAAAASSSSSS!!!!

My swim mod is +14 and next level when I take a new Hex I'll get water breathing and a swim speed so I definitely don't need the ring either.

Wary of potential danger or some kind of ambush, Ulricha moves toward the front of the group, her hand running through her thick black hair, coincidentally also in a position to easily draw the large axe strapped across her back if she needs to.

I'm fine with taking point unless someone wants to scout

Perception: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (15) + 12 = 27

Still elated from her successful hunt, Saélihn hurries along toward the Root with Ghost at her side, the sight of the young wolf padding along like her shadow drawing surprised looks and the occasional sidestep from the many strangers in the streets today, while drawing the occasional smile or nod from locals. As a key member of the food supply, she was pretty well-liked in town, though probably more so because of her mother's remedies and concoctions. Keeping an eye out for Birch, she makes her way toward the tavern, already running though her account of this morning's hunt in her head.

While the crowded nature of....well... everything on Market Festival days was far from her favorite thing, she nevertheless looked forward to it, mostly for Aubrin's storytelling, and the chance to relax and enjoy the evenings celebrating their little community. Like wolves, people were pack creatures, whether they understood that or not, (and despite her own aversion to crowds and preference for the open wilds), and taking the time to gather was something that just made everyone better off for it.

Entering The Root, she grins, immediately spotting the area where Aubrin was already drawing a crowd, as she always did. The sight of Skalla sitting at the bar trying not to grin at Jet brings a smile to her lips.

'Good for her!' she thinks. It was good to see the school teacher slipping out of the melancholy after the flighty artist Alina had abandoned her for whatever reason. She deserved better.

Making her way through the partially crowded room with ease, the huntress moves closer, subtly slipping through the gathering crowd to get near her hero.

I think I'd like to claim the Quick Runner's shirt. (Interestingly enough it gives a move action 1/day, but doesn't specify that it has to be land movement.)

Here's the link again

"Alright, then let's get moving shall we?" Vibenia says, with focus.

I put a line that would take us to the southern tip of the lake. Vibenia would take point, scouting ahead of the party.

Survival(Forest): 1d20 + 30 ⇒ (13) + 30 = 43
Perception(Forest): 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (20) + 14 = 34
Knowledge Geography (Forest): 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (20) + 14 = 34

Created a copy of loot sheet and updated Here since previous document owner left the game.

"Definitely explains the corpse lying in the middle of the chamber." Rhiannon replies. "Now that they've all been destroyed, do we want to try passing through, skirting around the middle where the trigger is?"

Can everyone open, and see, the Phaendar map and the Who's who tab?

Yay! Brightberry! Guess this way you get to play him for more than a couple months! (Saoirse waves hi!)

Aiden wraps her in his arms, holding her to his chest, and lowering his head to meet hers. "I love you too, sweetheart. More than I can ever describe, and if anything happened to you...I don't even want to consider it."

Gently rubbing the back of her neck, he wipes the tears from her cheek. "As long as you're in my arms, the world will be okay. We'll figure this all out. I'm not going anywhere, love. Not without you."

Yeah. I forst forgot that it was the Warhammer and got excited about the 19 crit, then remembered Warhammer was x3....but that wasn't a crit (sad trombone)

With a smile, the Ghost Whiperer slips into the Paladin's embrace, snuggling up to her for both warmth and the very welcome contact.

As random as she dresses, what I think doesn't go together is likely to be exactly what she'd choose to wear. lol

With a small sigh, Aiden grins. It was pretty much what he expected, and still, the chaos was almost impressive. Shaking his head, he takes in the wild array of clothes that definitely reflect Pricilla's style, before grabbing a shirt, skirt, and dress, along with accompanying undergarments if he can find any, giving her a couple of options.

Putting them into the bag slung over his shoulder, he heads back into the living room. "So, do you want to come along to see your mistress or stay here until she comes home?" he asks the cat, relatively sure that it can understand him. "I think she could use all the good energy she can get right now."