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Despite being temporarily blinded, Moira knew freezing up could be a death sentence. She kept running in a circle around the beast as sight returned to her. And just in time too. She saw Dom engage and nearly get his head taken off as the creature caught his blade and retaliated.

Also it spoke. What?

No. No time to think about that. She managed to get the rest of the way around it before hurtling in to melee using a burst of speed from wings. She brought her sword around for a quick double strike, being mindful of Mehaila's close proximity.

Move to get the rest of the way around to it's flank. Before it got up I was about 20ft and already circling. Swift for Fleet Charge to move and attack + Justice, Power attack, furious focus, Studied Target and Mythic tier (Bypasses DR). Standard attack + Justice, Power attack, Sudied Target (adding Surge). If any attack hits it looses regeneration if it has it.

Fleet Charge-Power Attack+Furious Focus+Justice+Studied Target+Flanking+Mythic Tier: 1d20 + 14 + 1 + 2 + 2 + 2 ⇒ (7) + 14 + 1 + 2 + 2 + 2 = 28

Damage: 2d6 + 10 + 6 + 2 ⇒ (4, 1) + 10 + 6 + 2 = 23

Attack-Power Attack+Justice+Studied Target+Flanking+Surge: 1d20 + 14 - 2 + 1 + 2 + 2 + 1d6 ⇒ (5) + 14 - 2 + 1 + 2 + 2 + (6) = 28

Damage: 2d6 + 10 + 6 + 2 ⇒ (2, 2) + 10 + 6 + 2 = 22

Moira looks at the body of the fallen creature, eyes wide. She turns to look at Dom. Holy s~~~. He can do that? Can I do that? Has he always looked that hot? Wait. No. Bad. With effort, she manages to look away from a hot and sweaty paladin to turn back to the creature. The pillars weren't all gone and it had gotten up before. Cautiously she begins to circle back to it's flank. "You guys think it's dead this time?"

Moira gives silent thanks to Domitian for his timely save as she circles to the creature's back. As strong as it was it might have been a fatal blow. But now that it's attention was elsewhere she could lay into it's exposed flank. "Oy. Dickless brute. Am I looking at your ass or your face over here?" Moira quips as her sword glows with holy power.

Using Judgement, Justice, as a swift action. Standard attack + power attack and furious focus. Assuming Studied Target still works sense this is the same target. If any attack hits it looses regeneration if it has it.

Attack-Power Attack+Furious Focus+Judgement+Studied Target+Flanking: 1d20 + 14 + 1 + 2 + 2 ⇒ (12) + 14 + 1 + 2 + 2 = 31

Damage: 2d6 + 10 + 6 + 2 ⇒ (2, 3) + 10 + 6 + 2 = 23

"Do it. We've got your back," Moira says, starring at the pillars. Something divine? Great. A god wants this land. Good thing three others were on their side at least. Moira continues to watch the pillars while Lyra works, expecting something to come from them. She turns in surprise to see the fallen undead begin to stir instead. She instinctively begins to draw an arrow until she remembers how ineffective that was. With a growl she puts it away and draws her sword. She didn't want to get close to it but it seemed there was no other option. If Lyra didn't stop it, it would just keep reforming. This had to end here.

Moira will move between it and Lyra but I assume I can't get too close cause of the flames.

Moira circled the beast once on wings of fire making sure nothing moved. She did the same with the pillars, keeping well away from them as Lyra was. When she was satisfied that the fight was well and truly over and no other undead abominations were waiting to pounce, only then did she land. Casting a quick spell, she looked over the corpse to make sure it wasn't going to destroy life down river. She then walked over to Lyra, bow still in hand. "We going to have more issues with giant undead Gorilla's again?" she asks casually. Then in a more serious tone, "The trolls didn't do this did they? Are they capable of this?"

Moira's frown grew as each arrow was intercepted by some dark magic. Her arrows glowed with some divine strength but Domitian's grew brighter and pierced through. That s#%#ty Old Man isn't pulling his own weight, she thought fuming. She forgot her annoyance when the thing fully formed. It looked like some kind of skinless gorilla yet even more disproportionate. And boy was it angry. And fast! It charged through the river like it wasn't there straight for them. But...it also left the protection of the pillars. The very same ones that were protecting it from arrows.

With a determined grimace, Moira pulled back on her bow, the magical string upping the resistance to the limit of her strength for maximum power. As the string touched her check she uttered a word that echoed with power and sent a spark of light up to the tip of the arrow.

Round 3
After sending several arrows at the beast, wings of fire erupt from her back and take her up into the air and out of the creatures reach, hopefully. Double move to activate wings and move 100 feet up and away into the air.

Moira looked down at her horse as it refused her command to go forward and then back up at the rocks in the distance. She couldn't see or sense any reason for the reticence but she knew better than to disregard the beast's sharper instincts. She let it back up and settle before dismounting and patting it affectionately. "Coward," she muttered with no real heat. She ties the horse loosely to a tree and walks up to the others, lightly stretching her sore legs. "I'd prefer a beast. Those I can handle. Not a fan of the weirder stuff we've seen."

"Then we'll start with the last attack and work our way back," Moira says, pointing at the stone the hunters had told them about last. "Might be able to find a pattern or tracks. On the way we can check that hill we saw them digging at."

"There is no way this just the ones we saw two years ago," Moira says. Even though her arms are crossed she fidgets with nervous energy. "There was only four of them. They couldn't have taken down so many hunters with none escaping or being spotted by others. This is intelligent action. More so than trolls are known for. Like they're testing us. Unless we crack down hard things are going to escalate. I say we visit the last group's last known location. If that doesn't work, we visit the spot we found the four last time."

Late in spring when the snows finally began to melt the first signs of trouble began to surface. Hunters came across the remains of one of their own, torn limb from limb and surrounded by the tracks of large humanoids. Two more deaths occurred before the hunters began to travel in groups and track any signs of whatever was doing this. When one of the parties simply vanished a call was made and all of the hunters returned home and the town was set on high alert. To the members of the party it was clear that playtime was over and their people needed action.

The news of hunters going missing was not taken well. Especially from Moira. After a tireless year of realizing her dream and putting out magical weapons and armor, she finally slowed down enough to see a town spring up around her. Even an inn appeared across the street. After that her frenetic pace at smithing cooled, she got out enough to see and become a part of the budding community. She fell in with the burly smiths around her own forge, teaching them complex methods about metallurgy and sharing ideas for experimentation. She also made connections with the hunters and scouts that ranged C'estaena's growing borders. She learned a lot from the local hunters and brought them some much needed organization. The relationship stayed mostly informal but it was clear they deferred to her on more strategic matters since she was connected with the kingdom's other outstanding individuals.

So hearing about the deaths of people she knew and drank with stung. All local hunters were ordered back until this new situation could be dealt with. If there was something out there capable of taking out a whole group of experienced rangers then it was a danger that threatened the whole community. And as one of it's protectors she was responsible for dealing with it. Moira lowered the hood on the forge to let the coals cool and quench. She probably wouldn't be back for a while. Today's meeting was to see what could be done about this new threat. And if they decided something she intended to end it swiftly and brutally. Like any good hunter would.

Moira studied the hammer for a moment. There was not a blemish on it thanks to adamantine's well earned resiliency. It was a gift from her master in made in the dwarven fashion. It was practically a two handed weapon with it's weight and size. It had a large flat head on one side and a triangular point on the other. It was meant to beat the impurities out of any metal and pound it into the shape you needed. It required deft control of angle and force. Too little and the metal would cool. Then you'd heave to heat it all over again which cost time, money and charcoal. Too hard and, well...

She looked up at the bow in the pillar. That was her creation. And her mistake. It had already killed one person today and threatened a whole town. It was time to correct that. The fire in Moira's eyes ignited the fiery wings of the pheonix. But instead of flapping and taking her high in the air, they twisted and bent to wrap around her arms. Her arms appeared like those of a giant, large and powerful. And despite the impressive sight, the smith did not seem to notice. All she saw was the bow as she walked towards it. She took a stance like a lumberjack and reeled back. With a roar of furry she brought the hammer around with enough force to blow away the building cold. Then the hammer slammed into the pillar.

And the pillar was obliterated. It tore from the ceiling and caved in a whole in the wall. Ice, wood and brick flew everywhere. But Moira wasn't done. She the bow sticking out of the pillar, gathering more ice. She quickly ripped and free and tossed it to Lyra. "Keep it warm till we find another forge," she said, heading out of the building. She walked over to the gathered crowd and asked who had the nearest forge warmed. After getting directions, she leads the others to the other smithy and has Lyra place it in the forge. She helps the local smith get the fire hotter and hotter until the bow seems to be glowing. Then, using the nearby tongs, she places it on his anvil and raises the hammer.

Then she brings it down hard. Then again. And again. And again. Over and over until the bow finally shatters.

"WHAT THE HELL!?!" Moira shouts as her forge fills with fire. She could only stare limply at the suddenness of the destruction. She paled in horror at all the lost hours of blood and sweat that went into the place. The powerful magic items that came out. All of was gone now. Blown to smithereens because Lyra was too quick to through magic at any and every problem. A boiling rage started to fill her as the object of her ire casually strolled forward.

Wait. The forge was still standing. She walked forward and didn't feel the burning cold. Confusion and curiosity warred with her anger. She followed Lyra into the forge and found the whole thing covered in ice. She looked around slack-jawed. It was actually pretty beautiful in here. A wonderland or fractal light bouncing off the white jagged white surfaces. "Apology accepted. Assuming you knew the ice would protect everything," she says, giving Lyra a suspicious look.

Then she notices the pillar and, yep, the bow. How was it even doing all this? Everything in the forge was covered in ice. Well not everything. Her hammer wasn't, oddly enough. She reached for it and found it only slightly cool. She then looked over at the pillar of ice. They couldn't take the whole pillar which meant they'd likely have to carve it out.

Moira gives Rosa an unamused look. That was her workshop covered in ice. Her life's work. Her dream. And something went terribly wrong. The only upside seemed to be it wasn't getting worse. She'd been standing here for several minutes and the temperature seemed to be the same. It just had to be contained or moved. "Those holes you brought back? You said something about extra dimensional? Could it contain this?"

Moira frowns at the description. There was nothing important in that barrel. Just failed pieces waiting to be melted down and cast anew. Broken blades, cracked grips, warped wood. Failures. Including... "Rosa's bow..." she says quietly. She looks at the forge pensively. It hurts to admit it out loud but it too was a failure. "The barrel is full of failures. Rosa's new bow included. I finished it. And it looked fine but it didn't work. No magic. I tossed it in the barrel with the rest and left to cool off."

K:Nature: 1d20 + 11 + 1d6 ⇒ (6) + 11 + (5) = 22

The others find Moira, sword in hand, prowling around the edge of the frozen zone and shouting at anyone nearby. Small clumps of ice hang from her red hair and patches cover her armor. "Civilians clear the are!. Militia, clear them out and establish a perimeter! 200ft minimum! Send word to any casters to gather on me! Any with spells to resist the elements!"

As the others arrive she fills them in with what little she knows. "Something is freezing my damn forge. Can't get close without turning into an icicle. I've got some protection but it's not enough." She turns back to the forge and looks down at the lump on the ground only 20 ft from the forge. "S%$$. Hans was still in there."

With feeling this time.
+2 Adaptive Composite Longbow DC 34 with Crafter's fortune and
helper: 1d20 + 23 + 5 + 2 ⇒ (18) + 23 + 5 + 2 = 48

Full price since I f$%*ed the first up. 18025

Composite Longbow DC 15: 1d20 + 23 ⇒ (14) + 23 = 37
MW Composite Longbow DC 20: 1d20 + 23 ⇒ (10) + 23 = 33
+2 Adaptive Composite Longbow DC 15: 1d20 + 23 + 5 + 1d6 ⇒ (3) + 23 + 5 + (1) = 32

Alchemical Silver Arrows DC 12: 1d20 + 23 ⇒ (4) + 23 = 27

Cold Iron Arrows DC 12: 1d20 + 23 ⇒ (4) + 23 = 27

Frost steel Arrows DC 12: 1d20 + 23 ⇒ (20) + 23 = 43

Fire steel Arrows DC 12: 1d20 + 23 ⇒ (9) + 23 = 32

SilverSheen Greatsword DC 25(Increasing for speed): 1d20 + 23 ⇒ (5) + 23 = 28

SilverSheen Greatsword MW part DC 20: 1d20 + 23 ⇒ (7) + 23 = 30

SilverSheen Greatsword DC 15(didn't get far enough): 1d20 + 23 ⇒ (19) + 23 = 42

Two weeks and couple days for that.

Crafting!

The weapons and armor:
Rosa: Dragon Bone Composite Longbow and Superior Studded Leather
Lyra: Fey Blood Superior Quarterstaff and Hardened Leather
Mehaila: Dragon Sinew Scorpion Whip and Superior Studded Leather
Delan: Dragon Horn Rapier and Superior Studded Leather
Domitian: Boar Tusk Falchion and Mithral Breastplate
Moira: Dragon Tooth Serrated Greatsword and Mithral Breastplate

Schematics:
Craft Arms and Armor(Scorpion Whip): 1d20 + 21 ⇒ (3) + 21 = 24

Craft Arms and Armor(Rapier): 1d20 + 21 ⇒ (20) + 21 = 41

Craft Arms and Armor(Falchion): 1d20 + 21 ⇒ (5) + 21 = 26

Craft Arms and Armor(Breastplate): 1d20 + 21 ⇒ (4) + 21 = 25

No 1's. Schematic Get.

Crafting the Armor:
Superior Studded Leather 1 (DC 14): 1d20 + 23 ⇒ (16) + 23 = 39

Superior Studded Leather 2 (DC 14): 1d20 + 23 ⇒ (12) + 23 = 35

Superior Studded Leather 3 (DC 14): 1d20 + 23 ⇒ (9) + 23 = 32

Hardened Leather 1 (DC 14): 1d20 + 23 ⇒ (18) + 23 = 41

Mithral Breastpalte 1 (DC 16): 1d20 + 23 ⇒ (15) + 23 = 38

Mithral Breastpalte 2 (DC 16): 1d20 + 23 ⇒ (17) + 23 = 40

No 1's. Armor Get. 6 weeks.

Crafting the MW component:
Superior Studded Leather 1 (DC 20): 1d20 + 23 ⇒ (18) + 23 = 41

Superior Studded Leather 2 (DC 20): 1d20 + 23 ⇒ (13) + 23 = 36

Superior Studded Leather 3 (DC 20): 1d20 + 23 ⇒ (15) + 23 = 38

Hardened Leather 1 (DC 20): 1d20 + 23 ⇒ (3) + 23 = 26

Mithral Breastpalte 1 (DC 20): 1d20 + 23 ⇒ (7) + 23 = 30

Mithral Breastpalte 2 (DC 20): 1d20 + 23 ⇒ (19) + 23 = 42

No 1's. Masterwork Component Get. 6 weeks.

Adding +1 enchantment to Weapons (somehow this is DC 8):
Dragon Bone Composite Longbow Day 1: 1d20 + 23 ⇒ (5) + 23 = 28
Dragon Bone Composite Longbow Day 2: 1d20 + 23 ⇒ (6) + 23 = 29

Fey Blood Superior Quarterstaff Day 1: 1d20 + 23 ⇒ (7) + 23 = 30
Fey Blood Superior Quarterstaff Day 2: 1d20 + 23 ⇒ (10) + 23 = 33

Dragon Sinew Scorpion Whip Day 1: 1d20 + 23 ⇒ (9) + 23 = 32
Dragon Sinew Scorpion Whip Day 2: 1d20 + 23 ⇒ (9) + 23 = 32

Dragon Horn Rapier Day 1: 1d20 + 23 ⇒ (4) + 23 = 27
Dragon Horn Rapier Day 2: 1d20 + 23 ⇒ (2) + 23 = 25

Boar Tusk Falchion Day 1: 1d20 + 23 ⇒ (11) + 23 = 34
Boar Tusk Falchion Day 2: 1d20 + 23 ⇒ (2) + 23 = 25

Dragon Tooth Serrated Greatsword Day 1: 1d20 + 23 ⇒ (17) + 23 = 40
Dragon Tooth Serrated Greatsword Day 2: 1d20 + 23 ⇒ (2) + 23 = 25

No 1's. Magic weapons Get. 12 days.

Adding +1 enchantment to armors DC 8 again:
Superior Studded Leather 1: 1d20 + 23 ⇒ (7) + 23 = 30

Superior Studded Leather 2: 1d20 + 23 ⇒ (16) + 23 = 39

Superior Studded Leather 3: 1d20 + 23 ⇒ (10) + 23 = 33

Hardened Leather 1: 1d20 + 23 ⇒ (15) + 23 = 38

Mithral Breastplate 1: 1d20 + 23 ⇒ (4) + 23 = 27

Mithral Breastplate 2: 1d20 + 23 ⇒ (10) + 23 = 33

No 1's. Magic Armors Get. 6 days.

Moira opens her mouth to respond to Domitian but closes it quickly. Her first impulse was to say something terse or sarcastic. After a moment she decides that no, she is not okay and that a bear turning into a man, while par for course for them, was not something you just brush off. Especially since he seemed to advance 1000 years, going from husk to dust, in the blink of an eye. And smiling creepily.

"I'll get back to you." There. Much closer to the truth. She turns back to the holy symbol she found. It was gold plated like the real fancy ones she'd seen some clerics use. But it didn't seem to age or tarnish like the rest of it's previous owner. Weird. Was it his? Was he the cleric who was supposed to be tending to this place? Was it a reward for defeating him? Was anyone going to answer those questions? Probably not. Moira said a quick prayer and tucked it away hoping to put it out of her mind.

Her prayer was answered almost immediately as she turned around. All thoughts of the previous ordeal left her mind as she watched the temple return to it's previous luster. It was like a curse had been lifted. Where the bear-man aged quickly, the temple went in reverse loosing ages in seconds. The stone floor reappeared from the thick carpet of loam while crystal clear waters pushed away algae, plants, and bugs from the pool. The stag re-emerged from the hanging vines, uncovering it's eyes which seemed to stare down at her, judging.

She leans over and whispers, "Feel free to hit me if I ever do something that dumb again."

Moira watches in stunned horror as the bear shrinks into a man. An ancient man that smiles a strangely thankful smile while with an arrow sticking out of his eyes and mouth. Then she watched the flesh turn grey and the body to ash in a few moments. She scrambles to her feet as a barely contained a scream of disgust and panic sends a shiver through whole body. She closes her eyes to take a deep breath and looks back down. Yep, the pile is still there. That really happened. The shivering stops as stared down in surprise. There is something in the ash. Something golden. She reaches down to pick it up.

S~%$ it's fast, is the only thought that goes through her head as the bear turns blindingly fast in her direction. She can't get out of the way of the first hit but it pushes her away enough to avoid the second. Using that momentum, she lunges further back...and practically glides across the ground. The world slows down like everything is swimming through water. All except her and...Dom? She glances around and notices the others are also slowed. All except Dom and his strange tree wings. They are oddly comforting. In this slowed time frame she as able to make out there faces too.

Lyra is angry. Shouting at something in the sky. The gods perhaps? Rosasaria looks tense. Like she wants to jump in but can't. Mehaila looks sexy. Not the time damnit. Delan looks worried. He just came back and she just brushed him off. All because of pride. And Dom. Dom looks confident. Not in himself, but in her. He's confident she can handle this. He never really doubted her. None of them did.

She only doubted herself. When did that happen? Sure she was surrounded by amazing people constantly doing amazing things. Dom in combat raining arrows, mighty blows and holy light. Lyra with her magic and enormous dreams. Rosa with her alchemy and great explosions. Mehaila and her subtlety and silver tongue. But when did that ever matter? She wasn't ever going to be a great mage, or scholar, or diplomat, or even a fighter. She had pride in being a hunter but that was never the goal. She only ever wanted to be a great smith.

But right now her ego and stupidity might just ruin that. Fighting a bear alone even with all this extra power was dumb. They were apex predators for a reason. Fast on land. Powerful enough to squash you in a single swipe. Big enough to shrug off most attacks. You never face one up close if you don't have to. And here she was, doing just that. In fact, the world was beginning to speed up and the bear was charging. It reacted to her retreating with uncanny speed. She needed more room, fast.

Wings of fire erupt from her back for a brief moment and flap with tremendous strength. They launch her to the side and out of the way as it comes charging by. Three arrows are in her hand in the blink of an eye and fired in another blink. Just as the bear turns, two take it in the eyes, veering at the last minute as their enchantments pull them towards vital areas. The last lad no enchantment and flies by its head. Enraged, the bear charges at her even faster. There is no time to dodge. She draws and knocks without thinking and takes aim. Years of practice and hunting let's the arrow flow from quiver to string to cheek in one smooth motion. Unblinking, she watches the bear charge.Watches it's gait. Waiting for the moment.

There.

Just as all four legs leave the ground. Just as it's fully extended in the air, unable to dodge, and mouth open. She takes the shot. Throughout her life, there has been moments were Moira instinctively knew a shot was going to make it. Like some sixth sense was of the success before it ever made contact. These have always been few and far between when practicing. And even rarer in hunting. This shot sends that same shiver through her mind. She knows it's going to be a kill shot. It strikes the roof of the bear's mouth and knocks its head back. Then, like a puppet with it's strings cut, it falls...right on top of her.

To the others it may seem like the bear succeeded and pounced on their poor, dim hunter. Thankfully it's only crushing her legs. Those can heal. She gives it a few test pushes but she can't get any leverage. Crap. She's gonna need help to get this off. Good thing she has friends. Hopefully they weren't feeling too spiteful. "Little help here?"

Moira flinched at sound of her trap snapping but stayed quiet. And it was good she did because a few moments later the beast made itself known. Even at this distance she could tell it was huge for it's kind. And also apparently fast for one too. It charged out of the cave like a horse...but not at her. She looks over at it's target. Dom stands halfway out of a bush, plate armor gleaming in the sun. Seriously, who taught him to hide? She doesn't have time to think anymore. Only to act. She follows the bears progress as best she can and swaps out arrows. She needed to gets its attention, now.

Init: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (12) + 10 = 22

Attack+PA+ST+Beast Bane: 1d20 + 11 - 2 + 2 + 2 ⇒ (1) + 11 - 2 + 2 + 2 = 14
Damage+PA+ST+Beast Bane: 1d8 + 5 + 4 + 2 + 2d6 ⇒ (3) + 5 + 4 + 2 + (6, 5) = 25

Study Target as a move and take a shot once it's within the first increment for a composite longbow. Power Attack and Beast Bane arrow as well.

Stealth: 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (8) + 13 = 21 I guess that's better. Not a 1.

Moira waits in the bushes by a tree some thirty feet from the trap she had set up. At that range she could pinpoint weak spots. She decided to switch to regular arrows first to grab it's attention. Once it was caught in the trap, she hopefully thought, then she'd switch to the beast bane arrows.

Beyond the tap was the pool and the cave opening. She mostly watched it sense it was a natural den for a bear but she also slowly swiveled her head in case it didn't come from there. She couldn't see it from this distance but the food was also lying on the ground near the pool and the cave entrance. Bears had notoriously good constitutions since the ate practically anything but hopefully Rosa found something capable of at least hampering it. Maybe she should look into that more? Poison arrows might help. She didn't trust herself at the moment to apply any without infecting herself as well. That'd be a sad end. Poisoned herself while hunting a bear. Died and was eaten.

She smiled and focused back on the cave. Then she swiveled left and right. Over and over, never allowing her focus to stay too long in one place. It'd be just as sad to die because the bear sneaked up on her. Patience was the key now and patience she had. She'd prove her worth to the others. And to herself.

"Easy for you to say," Moira says, shrugging of Lyra's arm. "You don't need help." She stares at the cave a moment longer, expecting the creature to come charging out and making all this moot but nothing happens. And going in to face it head on would be dumb and prove nothing. "Go back beyond the pillars. I need to prepare some things," she says waving her hands at the others. She leaves the area as well but heads deeper into the forest. First she needed meat, or something a bear would eat.

Survival: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (6) + 11 = 17 Depending on the difficulty of foraging that's four people's worth of food for a day.

Along the way she practices a few of the less strenuous spells available, trying to find something that might be useful. Appears to do nothing except make the colors she see's duller. Like the sun was beginning to set and light was growing dim. Curious she continued walking with it active until something finally lit up bright green in her vision. She walked over to get a closer look. It was brightly colored plant with conical flowers. Foxglove. She only remembered it because her father had warned er not to eat it. It was poisonous. Was that what this weird spell did? Show her poisonous things? Searching around she came across another bright plant, a bush with red flowers. Oleander. Also poisonous. That gave her an idea.

As she hunted for something a bear would eat she also gathered anything that light up. Most she could identify. Others she didn't realize were poisonous. Probably a local variety. Either way this would help. She takes her haul back to the others and shows Rosa her finds with mild excitement, forgetting for a moment of the upcoming hunt. "Can you tell me what's the strongest poison among these?" she asks, handing over a bouquet of flowers, shrubs and weeds. "And which might be tasteless and scentless?" she adds.

She then goes about preparing a trap. She didn't have any actual bear traps but a snare could work to at least hamper it. She digs up a partially buried, heavy rock and secures it tightly with rope. She throws the other end over a sturdy branch and pulls.

And hangs there.

Stupid rock weighed more than she did. She sighs. "Dom? Can you grab this? You weigh more than me?" With his plate armor and larger size it should be no problem for him. Once the rock is high in the air she ties it off and sets up a simple snare. It wouldn't lift the bear off the ground but it'd hamper it's movements.

Once Rosa identified the best poison she takes it and the food to the cave. Keeping a weary eye on the entrance she covers some of the food in the poison and buries it under the rest just in case the bear is unusually sensitive. Preparations complete she goes to hide near her trap.

And now we wait.

Moira nearly slaps herself in face at missing the tracks. And what's more is he's right. She was expecting a lot more destruction and scat for a bear. Not seeing those signs through her off the rest. Proof that she really needed to do this. "It's not pride." Okay, it's a little pride. "Don't know if it's a quest either but...it's about confidence. In my own skill and training. A community still needs strong members or won't survive the winter."

"I..." She thought about lying. About saying that yes, she felt it too, an energy in the air. But that was a lie. She wasn't sure what she felt. Maybe it was just the anticipation, the feeling of importance, instinct that knowing there was an apex predator nearby but she couldn't see it. "don't know. Maybe. Still new to this." She takes a few steps forward and looks back at the others while she unslings her bow. "You guys will uphold your promise right? No interference unless it turns deadly." She knocks two arrows as she speaks. Ones enchanted against beasts. The last two she had. She'd really need to make them count.

Moira grunts in acknowledgment of Delan's arrival, her eyes focused on the pool and statue. He had been through a lot and deserved a bit of encouragement for even coming back out here. But the task at hand required all her attention. Days ago she'd used up quite a bit of social capital to convince the others to let her take on the bear supposedly guarding this temple. Maybe even strained the relationships to the point they wouldn't respect her as much. But this was about respecting herself. Proving that she still had what it took to follow the path she had chosen. The problem was she saw no signs of the creature. Did Jhod lie or was she falling prey to a hunters worst habit; not seeing the forest for the trees?

Moira didn't see the creatures until one exploded from the water and landed in a bush. Thankfully she didn't loose track of it but good gods was it ugly. Like someone cut the wings off a wyvern and smashed it's face against a tree. A tree that insulted it's mother and now it was made at everything. She didn't hesitate to draw her bow and take aim. Thankfully its river scales didn't blend perfectly with the bush it had landed in. Carefully focusing on both shots, she sends two arrows whistling into the bush.

Mythic Rapid Shot 1+Deadly Aim+Studied Target: 1d20 + 11 - 2 + 2 ⇒ (13) + 11 - 2 + 2 = 24
Mythic Rapid Shot 2+Deadly Aim+Studied Target: 1d20 + 11 - 2 + 2 ⇒ (14) + 11 - 2 + 2 = 25

Damage 1: 1d8 + 5 + 4 + 2 ⇒ (6) + 5 + 4 + 2 = 17
Damage 2: 1d8 + 5 + 4 + 2 ⇒ (1) + 5 + 4 + 2 = 12

Using the second ability of Mythic Rapid Shot to negate -2 penalty to multiple shots.

Moira doesn't like leaving a threat like trolls behind but she has to agree that four of them would take some preparation. That and they are a long way from Oleg's. Later when they find a small valley of fangberries covered in spiderwebs, the suspicious part of her brain wonders if this was a trap or a test by the strange alchemist that came by. Or more likely he didn't want to deal with a lot of spiders either. Moira doesn't want to either but fire was her go to choice. She's more than a little horrified by the rapid staccato popping sound as tiny spiders burst one by one. She stomps on a few that get to close but doesn't go any further. She had to agree with Lyra about spiders.

The bridge, however, is an interesting development. This would be a good place to lead the trolls. Then they could collapse the bridge. The problem would be getting it in working order again just so they could drop it and it would be unlikely to kill them anyways. Oh well. Lots of fire and a choke point is better than open terrain on a hill.

Moira hums as she thinks but quickly shakes her head. "It'd take weeks to dig something by hand big enough to trap them. Better to find our own ground to fight then. A narrow cave or a fast moving river. Something we can set up in days before they finish...whatever it is they are digging."

Hearing Giant speak, which sounds like tumbling boulders, come out of such an exotically, beautiful and feminine face like Meha's was a surreal experience. Not only that but it was nearly perfect in dialect if a little higher in pitch. Any lower and the elf would probably hurt herself though. It wasn't hard to parse though and the content did not sound promising. It was one thing to know trolls ate people and another to hear it from the source. "Three trolls and a Lord? Bad odds on open terrain like this." She looks around at the others, there weapons and armor. Trolls were big and strong. They'd tear through the five of them, especially if they ganged up on someone, which they always did. She looks at Lyra's staff, the one she used to move earth. "You filled in the pit with the Thylacine. Can you make another? Just as big?"

Moira dismounted to have a look at whatever was spooking Mylee but Meha beat her to it. What's more, she'd probably do a better job as the elf just f!!*ing disappeared. Not in the blending into the environment way but straight up magically gone way. "I should really rethink my profession," she mumbles.

Moira scowled once again at the poor skinning job. It was bonier than she thought which made the cuts imprecise. It was something at least. So it wouldn't completely go to waste. She rolled it up and put it with the other bad skinning job. The boar. At least the bones and that big tooth would be usable. But what to make with them? A thought for another day when the forge was done. For now, more exploring in this creepy forest.

Shooting fish in a barrel. The image always stoked a fire in Moira. That was not how things were supposed to be. That was not what the hunt was about. Never giving the prey even a chance to escape or fight back. That warred with the practicality of it. Wild animals were dangerous and humans a lot less so. Why leave anything to chance. More and more she was coming to realize there were exceptions and degrees to everything. Something had to give here and it wasn't going to be her. Thylacine were more than a little dangerous. There presence always meant death and she wasn't going to let it be hers.

After dealing the final blow she attaches a grapple to a nearby tree and rappels down to skin the beast. If nothing else she wouldn't let it go to waste. When they leave, Moira remains extra vigilant for signs of the rest of the pack.

Moira was used to not going into things with too many expectations but the this was disappointing. She looked down into the pit with a scowl. "Thylacine," she says with some heat. They ranged as far as wolves but were far more aggressive and did not fear humans or anything else really. If they didn't bread so fast they'd be extinct for taking on creatures much bigger than them. Only their extremely powerful bite made them such a threat to stronger creatures. More than a pest, these things were dangerous. As the others gathered she explained as much.

"We're in Thylacine territory. Overly aggressive pack hunters with a really sinister bite. They won't be cowed by us. Better watch the bushes carefully. Where there is one there is usually more." She pulls out her bow and takes aim carefully to put down the nasty thing quickly.

When Moira saw the pit trap she knew they were relatively safe. Whatever was in it was no threat or it would already have gotten out but it's calls might draw other opportunists. Moira stands and whistles loud enough for the others to hear. "All clear," she calls. She then carefully approaches the pit, sword out just in case, and peers in.

Watching the tree eat was still a sight horrifying to behold. Even worse, the damn thing seemed to dissolve on contact now. What exactly were they growing here? Lyra said it would get through this phase faster if they fed it so the sooner the better. Still, a century of feeding and growth was going to take a lot of time and a lot of meat.

It looked like the materials for a forge were going to take longer than expected but that was okay. Moira was more focused on the hunt for this bear guarding an old temple to Erastil and whatever else the Stolen Lands might through at them. It might be anything at this point. Which is why she held back any expectations when she heard the odd yipping sound from ahead. Crouching low, she signals the others for quiet and attempts to stealth forward.

19 for stealth.

Moira joins in with her greatsword after also realizing that her survival knife wouldn't really be up to butchering such a huge beast. It's be a shame to waste so much of the carcass but nature would take what they couldn't.

"Should have seen that coming," Moira says sullenly over the tattered remains of once amazing pelt. Haste makes waste. Both her father and her master warned her in their own ways. She knew it yet let the situation get the better of her. The streaming water from the rain made the skin hard to see. Her massive form was new and she didn't maintain the same dexterity. The bone spines were tough to cut around. All these things she could have puzzled out taking her time but she'd rushed. And for her effort, she mangled the whole thing. There was barely enough pieces left for one set of leather and, even with her amateur ability to sense and see magic, she could see there was none left. All she had was a tusk.

Moira took a step back and wearily watched the boar for any signs of movement. More than once a hunter had been surprised or wounded by the last spasms of a flailing creature. But not, the beast was well and truly dead. Quick and powerful the strike had been. A good hunt. She looked at their prey with an appraising eye. A huge, thick hide, metal bones, all of it soaked in earthen magic from what Lyra said. Good potential. She really needed one of those big sacks that never seeemed to empty. Bag of Holding she remembered. It would make hauling things back a lot easier. Like that dragon.

Speaking of making things easier, Moira dropped her large greatsword and jumped towards the cooling corpse. She grabbed it by the head and stomped hard on the 3 foot tusk, trying to dislodge or tear it out. "Quickly. Get the other tusk and start skinning before we shrink. This thing will be a b!#*+ to skin if we're normal sized."

Active effects:
Mythic Enlarge:+4 str, -4 dex, -2 attack, -2 AC
Bull's stregnth: +4 str
Studied Target: +2 att/dam

Being huge was...awesome. Literally full of awe. The power. The height. The feeling of being unstoppable. She gently pushed a tree and watched it bend and creak. Not a sapling but one years old. Older than her by far. It was a heady experience. She hoped she had the magic to do it too one day. Not only to hunt greater things but just imagine the being able to build a castle one brick at a time by yourself. Awesome. She grinned with childish enthusiasm at Dom. "Let's," she said in a deep baritone.

Then she stepped and nearly fell over. This was going to take some getting used to. As they closed in on the boar she broke away from Domitian to pincer their prey. She drew her now super-sized weapon as they closed in and when she swung, her blade toppled trees.

Delay to flank with Dom. Rolled 27 to hit and 31 damage.

"Sounds fine to me. Just let me get first strike so I can tell if lightning will work," Moira says, tilting her head until it pops. She turns to Domitian adding, "Stay mobile but don't bother using trees or rocks as cover. 20ft boar. Don't think they are going to stop it. I'd prefer a clearing but I don't see one out there." She looks out over the first and particularly at the trees still waving around at the beasts passing.

Moira slunk back away from the rock crushing beast and back to the others. For a long moment she is silent, looking back in the direction of the boar before finally speaking. "I have no idea what that thing is. It's obviously a boar but nothing like what we already hunter. 20ft tall. Black fur with bone spines running along it's back. And black, acidic spit leaking from it's mouth. The damn thing was eating boulders. And it's tusks were..shimmering. Coated in a thin sheen of acid spit I guess."

Moira didn't bother putting up her hood when they exited the relative safety of the tree's strange aura. In this rain, nothing was going to stay dry and they had forest to explore. All she did was tie her hair back because wet hair whipping about her face was a distraction she didn't need. Despite the pouring rain and pushing wind she heard the sound of shifting and creaking trees in the distance. Following that was the deepest grunt she'd ever heard. It felt more like a mini earthquake. And yet somehow it was unmistakably a boar's grunt. Instinctively she crouched down and peered ahead. Both fear and excitement surged through her at the thought of hunting a giant boar. "I'll check it out," she said stepping forward and ghosting into the woods.

30 Stealth on Discord.

Moira starred open-mouthed at the sheaves of paper. Not the ones that fell out. That tracked with wizards and scholar types. What she starred at was a city. Actually it wasn't just a city was it? It was a future. The vision of a half elf, wizard and druid from...huh, she actually didn't know. In fact she didn't all that much about any of them. Life just short of shoved them together, put them through trial and tribulations, and somehow they came out closer without really questioning it. Well, things had grown a little distant after she causally turned herself into a half dryad. That made a little more since now considering the breadth of her vision. You need power to do anything. Making a nation would require...a lot. Her own dreams seemed diminished comparatively.

She bristled at her own traitorous thoughts. No. They were not diminished or lesser or anything else. No one's was. But this was big. Real big. Bigger than the person they belonged to. They'd have to belong to a lot of people. It felt a little petty to think it but if it gave her access to that Cave of Wonders. She was in. She'd do just about anything for her own dreams too.

Still.

"The f%!% did you have time to do all this? Also aren't we doing a tree house?" she asked remembering the absolutely enormous tree where the mites lived. She went over the fortress a little more critically than the rest and the tunnels underneath. She imagined dwarven miners (or maybe kobolds?) plugging away at the depths. Funny how she cold picture both. "This...this is going to take a lot of work."

Moira rolled her eyes as Lyra went into lecture mode but soon found herself listening intently. This didn't feel like something elves shared often. It was interesting to ponder if that was all true or not. Elves lived a long time so maybe that wasn't too many generations ago. They were also a little mystifying but Moira believed that was mostly a facade. Considering all the things she'd seen so far, giant trees birthing a whole race seemed a lot more believable now. And wasn't that something. Her contemplation turned to surprise as Lyra grew more animated, more intense. And no, she couldn't imagine that. Just another difference between elves and humans she supposed. If what Lyra said was true, she just couldn't imagine a whole race moving together like that. Humans certainly didn't, fractured as they were.

She waited for Lyra to calm down before untensing. The druid had a lot of power in her and any time she got angry Moira expected thunderstorms for some reason. "Fine," she said throwing her hands in the air. "We can keep the murder tree. If it's that important then I stand by my additions," she said pointing at the temple plans. "Better if you keep people away." Then a thought struck her. If Lyra could make this temple, arch thing to protect and hide the tree could she also...

"That temple thing? Could you also put it around, say, a pond...with a very important cave under the surface?"

"Yeah I know what a hunter does. I am one," Moira says pointing to herself while starring at Rosa with wide eyes. "I am just asking what do elves do when things go wrong." She turned back to Mehaila expectantly. And her answer was...expected. She didn't want to say it was cowardly but it felt that way. She rolled her eyes at Mehaila's refusal to accept that drow existed and pinched her nose in frustration. "Wasn't calling you a drow. I was talking about them," she says, indicating the sisters.

She sighs and continues. "Well that's where we differ I guess. If a human is attacked, any human, it means that animal has lost it's fear of us and is a danger to the rest. So we scare it off, move it, or if neither of those is feasible, we kill it." She might have added more but Lyra interjected. She listened to the Druid but again rolled her eyes at the idea. She looked over drawing, marveling at the artistry. It was pretty and she had no idea any of the magical runes and writing around it meant. She took out a charcoal pencil of her own and drew lines pointing away from the structure, while carefully avoiding Lyra's notations.

"Better idea. Keep people away. You are clearly underestimating the power of stupidity and greed. It's a magical tree. Me and Rosa are already drooling over the possibilities but we're level headed and respectful enough to wait for it to mature and only take what it can provide. Soon as some a*+%%!# noble finds out there is a magical murder tree nearby their gonna try and buy it. And when you say no, they are going to try and take it. Either to sell for magical materials or just as a centerpiece in a dumb garden that they can throw exotic animals or people they don't like at."

She sighs and mumbles to herself, "This and the bloody cave are going to be a nuisance."

"Alright look," waving her hands and placing them against her temple in frustration. "Let's say someone from your elf or drow village, doesn't matter who, child, idiot, hunter, trader...they go into the forest for whatever reason and they either come back crippled or not at all and you find the culprit. A tiger or bear or something. What do you do? What would your village do?"