Megalarion 'Meg' Silverthistle's page

Meg packs up the potions and gets the group ready to leave.

Meg takes the potions, and quickly tests them in her cauldron.
alchemy to id: 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (1) + 14 = 151d20 + 14 ⇒ (7) + 14 = 211d20 + 14 ⇒ (12) + 14 = 26

"Let's take this stuff. It is valuable. We can move faster on foot and possibly catch up with the caravan. I will keep the potions till I figure out what they do."

Meg sends her owl ahead to scout.

Meg's night owl scouts the wagon.

night owl per: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (16) + 10 = 26

"I am not much for physical work. Let me make some tea for everyone."

Have we lost our mojo?

Let me know if anything is up. It seems all my games are slowing down.

yes@

"Time to paint a colored wagon red."

Meg uses her healing hex on the corpses. If they are living, they get better. If they are undead, the powerful positive energy damages and destroys them.

Meg heals anyone injured she finds. Healing hex 1d8+2 to each target

Meg also uses her healing hex to smoke out any 'hidden' zombies in the town. When Meg touches an undead person, rather than feeling an infusion of healing energy, they are damaged significantly.

"Let us hunker down until morning. Then we can see what is what."

Meg hurries to retrieve the child and return quickly.

Meg moves up to the child, ready to swoop her up in her cloak.

stealth: 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (7) + 14 = 21

Meg looks around for any innocents.
perception: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (15) + 3 = 18 (+2 if low light)

Meg's owl familiar: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (18) + 8 = 26

Meg's owl leaves her shoulder and looks to help. Meg seems to go into a trance as shares a bond of shared senses with her owl.

Meg looks around.
"We need to keep the bystanders inside. I am headed out for the kid."

Meg casts and shrinks down again. Unfortunately she steps in a bucket as he moves outside.
stealth reduce person: 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (4) + 14 = 18

Meg rushes to help the victim, if there is one.

Her hair is askew, and her garb somewhat in disarray as she hurries out into the hall.

Meg heals herself.
hex: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (7) + 1 = 8

12/12hp

Should be leveled up. Almost losing to two orcs with surprise on our side makes me think we should rethink some tactics.

Meg continues to stay unconscious, having lost lots of blood.

stab: 1d20 - 8 ⇒ (2) - 8 = -6

-9 and bleeding

Meg circles around to touch Daven.
healing hex: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 1 = 3

Meg reloads and fires onto combat to help Daven..
att/dam: 1d20 + 4 - 4 ⇒ (19) + 4 - 4 = 191d6 ⇒ 5

Meg reloads, and fires a second bolt.

sm xbow lt: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (8) + 4 = 121d6 ⇒ 4

Meg draws a light crossbow and fires at the closes wnemesis.
small xbow: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (1) + 5 = 61d6 ⇒ 1

Meg moves towards to the cart to take cover.

Then she fires a Web bolt at the nearest orc, (Ref DC16 or entangled)

init: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (16) + 7 = 23

Per: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (17) + 3 = 20

Meg notices some orcs near the farmer, and whispers to her companions in a quick hiss. "Orcs in the wheat!!"

Meg casts and she shrinks to small size (reduce person std action). The little Meg begins to advance stealthily towards the orcs, trying to keep unnoticed. She stumbles on a bit of farm equipment that some farmer left out, the hoe she stepped on barely misses hitting her in the head as the handle pops up.

stealth: 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (4) + 14 = 18

Small size, +2 Dex, +1 size bonus, +4 stealth

Meg packs up and joins the group, eager to depart.

"I would think that it may cause trouble to spread trouble. These radicals need others to pass on their hysteria and craziness to keep going. I say we just talk to those in power and let them know."

Meg continues to keep her voice down and observe those around her with caution. As a former member of a network, she continued to look for those looking and listening around her with suspicion.

"These refuges along the way are well planned. Let us see if any other guests are here."

Meg loads a cauldron on her pack animal. The typical large pot seems innocuous in the light of day.

Meg was ready, always on the run. She carried her gear with her.

"Alas wanderers are always ready to go!!"

Meg shrugs: "Averting treason and treachery should be a noble cause. You coming with us, I think you I can treat you on the road fine. No coddling, but I am sure you will do fine in my care."

Meg winks at Joram.

Meg rubs her hands together and utters some words.
healing hex: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 1 = 5

"Spirits heal this wound."

Meg shows the paladin her translation in common.

Meg/familiar: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (18) + 5 = 231d20 + 10 ⇒ (6) + 10 = 16

Meg waves to her friend.

Meg curtsies to the man: "We have this document. Lives may be at stake, so this is important. I will scribe a translation if you would be so kind as to give it. Take your time and I will carefully write the words down. Then you can compare it to the original and point out any changes."

Meg gets out a quill and pen with some parchment. She begins to write in precise letters with large loops as she was taught in the elven court.

If the man is any bit reluctant, Meg offers him a gold coin.

"Sure!! Let's find this guy."

Languages=Common, elven, draconic, celestial, sylvan

Meg looks at the parchment with curiosity.

perception Meg: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (1) + 6 = 7
perception owl: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (9) + 10 = 19
linguistics untrained: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (12) + 5 = 17

"What have you got there??"

Meg follows to search the tent for clues and other valuables.

Kn local untrained: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (7) + 5 = 12

"Time to go everyone. Nothing to see here."

Meg moves away with the crowd.

Meg attempts to keep the people calm. She nods encouragingly as Daven seems to hit a nice tactic.
"This is part of the show!! Just an acting job!!" Meg speaks up, speaking something she truly believes: "We all understand we need not upset the current situation. One with a lawful society that administers to the needs of the people."

She moves toward the ringmaster, a cold edge to her voice. "Enough. Say no more!!"

Meg answers the older paladin.
"I avoided a flash of light instinctively. Others that did not seemed to be oblivious to the world for a few seconds. Quite unusual."

Meg smiles at the paladin as she steers the kobold paladin to meet him.
"Joram, nice to meet you. Here is a noble kobold that also seems to be of your profession. I settled up and didn't stick you with the bar tab."

Meg looks around: "Sure is a big crowd. This should be quite the display."

Meg whispers to Joram, and tells him about the strange light earlier.
"Do not know what is going on. Do you paladins bring flashes of divine light at times??"

Meg nods as the people seem drawn to the finale. Having met two paladins recently, Meg is convinced that everything is probably fine. She moves along with idle curiousity, more concerned about ghosts of her past haunting her than the development of any new threat.

ref: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (17) + 3 = 20
Avoiding the light, Meg looks around trying to find the source of the magic.
spellcraft or arcana: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (19) + 9 = 28

"Stay calm. Nobody appears hurt."

And happy new year

Meg moves through the crowd with Drax, careful to assess any strangers that may be from out of town.

Anxiously waiting the show as she took a seat next to Drax, Meg took advantage of the delay to study those in the crowd.

Meg follows Drax to the circus. Trailing a kobold and going to a circus she feels less out of place.

Meg smiles: "I am an herbalist, and have poultices and healing salves that can cure almost anything. If something doesn't work right after visiting Grodkal's, you make sure and see me."

Meg fixes him with a knowing smile:
"I hope you washed up, both before and after."

She waves encouragingly:
"Go on!!"

Meg nods moves and talks to their escort.
"What do visitors do in town?"