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Loved the Tessa-copter, in my head that's what happened now.

Barely able to keep up with the proceedings, it all too unfamiliar to a man such as himself - Niv gathers himself as the masked man comes to the prisoner's aid.

He watches in awe at the turmoil created shortly after the bandit's arrival and with Bosch's call, a rush of adrenaline kicks in. Seconds become minutes - actions become a linked order in a chain, either well spent or spent too late. Niveus quickly discerns where Bosch is located, as the broad man paving his way through the crowd is a sight easily seen by perceptive eyes.

"Maybe my companions know this man, though if so - I wish they had indulged me as to what was going to happen this day."

The druid quickly rushes towards the stage, twirling his left hand in a circular motion as he strides. A barely visible green window of some kind is barely seen flickering in the circular area orbited by his left hand, and he punches his right hand through it - forcefully dragging it out again; releasing the energy close to Blackjack and the prisoner.

"Loscann Mhór, iasacht dom do chabhair."

"Nature, guide your creature and give our friends safe passage from this place."

The Fishery
Preparing for the execution, Niveus spends most of his time meditating and resting - making sure he is not weary for the events of the day.

"No weapons, I guess? I do not like leaving my weapons behind."

Niv tucks his weapon and shield into a sack, then hides it somewhere close to the ground - but refuses to part with his wooden armor. It is a part of nature, a signature for those who walk the land in nature's name - not something to be left behind.

The Execution
Niv arrives dressed in a dark green cloth undershirt over his dark wooden armor, topped with a cream-white vest of decent fabrics. His armor stretches down his arms, twirling around his biceps and underarms more like vines than armor. Around his waist hangs a dark brown belt, carrying his belt pouch, with the vest tucked through - covering his posterior and hips/groin. His legs sport dark green vines as well, wrapped tight around his lower body, though appearing to provide no restriction to his movement.

"I do not understand the urge to celebrate in glamour and grandeur, when someone's life is about to end. As he or she returns to the earth, as we are all bound to do, we should not boast and cheer the passing, but mourn in silence. Never again will they delight in the touch of summer grass on bare feet. Watch grand oaks rise to the skies in union, as you pass beneath their guarding shadows. The smell of spring, of new hope and dreams - promises and fantasies. To never again see the glory that is nature, 'tis not something to celebrate."

Niv stands by himself slightly distanced from the rest of the attendees, pondering and curiously studying those present. His discomfort in this situation is quite apparent to those of keen eyes - even though he tries to disguise his feelings.

Niveus extends his hand in greeting to those that favor that custom, nodding and smiling all the while.

As Bosch mentions the king-slayer, Niveus takes a moment to study the woman.

"I do not know what kind of a man the King might have been, nor if you are the one responsible for his death - but if Bosch vouches for you, that's good enough for me. Perhaps we should discuss what we do next?" Niv turns toward Typhon. "It seemed as if you felt like we where in trouble?"

"You had my back down in the warrens, as such - I am bound to you, for now. Nature guided my path onto yours for a reason, I am sure. I am not sure what kind of web you've found your way into, so perhaps we should not idle here for much longer."

Niv stands with his hands folded behind his back, ready to move but taking his time to glance at his surroundings.

I'm fine, really.

Extending his hand in return, Niv's grip is firm but respectful; not performed to prove anything.

"My pleasure, I am sure."

Niveus takes a stroll, taking in the sights as well as he can - both hands folded into one on his back.

"Better let Bosch and Typhon handle the talking, they seem to know these people much better than I."

Niveus manages collect himself once the monstrosity falls, standing over it - barely hanging on to his club. Sweat pours down his forehead and he glances at the thing in pure dismay.

"Wh-what is this thing constructed from? And wh-who did it use to be? I feel sick."

Niveus moves away from the creature, leaning with one arm at the western wall.

Welcome back! Sure feels good having one insane dog ripping everything to shreds!

Niveus brings his club high before he strikes yet another, fierce blow.

As Niveus peers into the room, the monstrosity before him shakes him to his core. Rage builds up inside him, and he finds it difficult to control himself.

"What is this.. this.. aberration of nature's image?!"

Rushing inside, Niveus brings his club high - careless and brash. He raises his club high with both hands, before he brings it down with reckless force - swinging wide as he fumbles the blow.

"Nature has surely left these halls behind, I fear. I humbly agree with you Typhon, let us finish this and escape this foul den. I fear that you may be right, but with all my heart I hope you are mistaken. Come, let us finish this."

Niveus will follow behind Typhon and Bosch as he has before.

"Typhon, it seems that you are the one taking point in this group - perhaps you would share your thoughts as to where our path should lead next? I fear that if this dwarf is not in charge of this area, someone may come looking for him before long."

Niv stands with his club resting on his right shoulder, alert but calm.

Brushing himself off, Niveus looks over to Bosch and places one hand on his shoulder. As he closes his eyes, green light once again emanate through his fingertips, making some of his wounds close and magically heal.

"Looks like you took quite the hit there, but well struck in return. You and Roscoe are quite adept at the art of fighting, that much I am certain of."

As Niv speaks, his bark-like skin fades, withers and peals off into nothingness - revealing a young man with snow-white hair, deeply tanned skin and eyes that radiate with a bright blueish color; adorned with a bright yellow circular wave around his pupils.

"How fares the rest of you, any injuries? I have to thank you for your mending powers, Trey. The Acid burnt bright, but I am glad that the fire within you burned brighter."

I have to say, I'm enjoying my irish druid very much!

Spellcraft: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (18) + 6 = 24

The contents of the vial burn through Niveus' barken skin, turning the areas of his body affected a dark brown. He moans slightly in pain before he regains himself, while quickly recognizing the spell darkening the room. He raises his Club into the air while speaking firmly in Druidic.

"Scáthanna, teitheadh ​​as an chumhacht an tsolais nádúr!"

A bright green light radiates from Niveus fingertips, crawling upwards and engulfs his Darkwood Club. He proceeds to unsheathe his shield, grasping it in his left hand.

Edit, forgot I only had one Shillelagh memorized.
As Niv spots the foul dwarf and his companion, he moves past his companions and assaults the derro head on.

"Dúlra, treoir mo arm."

Wielding his Darkwood Club in both hands, he moves into the room, approaching the Derro head on - his eyes focused on the creature as he raises his weapon and brings it down towards the creature.

I'm ready for bringing nature's wrath down upon whatever you throw at us medlii!

Niv's Neutral Good, so it would be difficult to roleplay him in a way that would make him say something like that.

"Agreed, this place is an abomination in both mine and nature's eyes - and a man whom tortures his prisoners like this must pay the consequences." Niv says as he unsheathes his Ironwood Club once more, nodding towards the path behind him as he begins to pick up speed.

"It is good to see that nature's touch does wonders even in dark, unnatural halls like these." he smiles, looking towards Tiora.

"Tell me, what do you know about this.. 'Rolth' you speak of? And do you know who or what else call this place home? And, I apologize for all the questions, have you seen or heard words about someone named Gaekhen?"

"I've got some silk rope tucked away in my backpack, I'll climb down and treat her. Bosch, maybe you'll hold this end, seeing as how you cleaved that ogre in two - it shouldn't be a problem for you to hold my weight."

Niv sheathes his Ironwood Club, retrieves his silk rope from his backpack, hands one end to Bosch and throws the rest of it down into the pit.

Climb: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (13) + 2 = 15

Once down, he carefully approaches the woman, hands her some of his trail rations, a swig of his waterskin and begins treating her - talking to her softly as if to make her calm down and feel safe in his presence.

"You have naught to fear - allow me to treat your wounds in nature's name. Perhaps you would tell me who you are, what you are doing here - and who put you here?"

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (8) + 1 = 9
Heal with Healer's kit: 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (16) + 13 = 29

If the creature is still alive, Niv will swing his Club at it once more. If not, he'll try to see what else the room contains. Perception: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (20) + 8 = 28

Niv swings his Club at the creature once more. Astonished by Bosch's stroke as it sends shivers down his spine - the blood and guts sprayed over the young druid makes him fumble the swing.

Round 2 Actions - probably need to do an AoO check against the Ogre?

Niv swings his Shillelagh with both hands towards the Ogre, only to see it disperse before any blow could land - resulting in his Ironwood Club reforming in his hand mid-swing.

"Typhon, be careful! This creature's strength surpasses that of normal men!"

Thank you for clearing that out to me, Medlii - then I would very much like to sheathe the shield, cast the spell and assist the others in one round.

Excellent, I will be sure to do so in the future, then.

And towards the rest of the party, the gold will be split equally among us - seeing as how Niv is a man of nature, he cares not enough for gold to keep it to himself.

Also, I'll end the Shillelagh next round. I find it hard to calculate exact durations, so perhaps a 3 minute(30 rounds) spell should end after combat is over if cast prior/during. i'll set barkskin at 150/300, as 15 'mins have passed by now I reckon.

Question: Was wondering if Niv was able to gather anything from the Alchemy Room, medlii?

"Foul creature! Bosch - let nature guide your hand!"

Niveus extends his arm, mutters a few words in druidic and touches Bosch's arm. A luminescent green light flickers from his chest, down through his fingertips, through the broad man's arm and settles at Bosch's chest. A feeling of immense strength radiates through Bosch's body.

"Sounds to me like each path leads to battle. I am ready, and will gladly follow you into the fray Typhon - Bosch. Perhaps we should relay this information to the others before deciding how to continue?"

The druid slightly sighs as he ends his sentence, having noticed how hungry the two are at storming into battle. He readies his shield and Shillelagh - ready to run after them if they pick up the pace.

As the trap paints his wood-like features with thick green fluid, Niv lets out a low moan as it burns into his skin.

"Even these very halls themselves are out to kill us! I guess our quarry doesn't want unexpected visitors.."

He looks around the alchemy lab, but the young druid looks rather misplaced in the middle of cauldrons and alchemy components.

Niv explores the room, searching for things he has seen earlier in his life, trading and working alongside alchemists as a herbalist.

Profession: Herbalist: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (15) + 9 = 24

"Indeed, Typhon. What kind of monster would require a room like this in their halls? Did you find anything worth noticing?"

Niv looks hopeful at his companions, and assumes that they have seen things like this before.

Opening his eyes when Bosch addresses the party, Niv nods and replies.

"I believe the opposite is the problem, we're not in the woods yet. On your leave, I shall follow."

Niv allows Typhon and Bosch to take lead once more, following close behind. His shield still strapped to his back, and the Shillelagh firmly placed in his hand.

Niveus feels oddly out of place within these halls, his thoughts distant and fleeting. He misses the sensation of grass between his toes, the smell of bark and the majesty of towering trees.

Instead of searching the rooms, he stands rooted with his eyes closed - silently in prayer with the Green.

Abruptly interrupted by Tessa's crossbow - he is about to unsheathe his shield when he notices there is no reason to be alerted. He smiles at his own eagerness, and resumes his meditation.

This is not Niv's daily meditation for his spells, it's rather his way to cope with unnatural places.

A smile manifests on Niv's wooden face, revealing gratitude for Trey's kindness.

"I am fine, Trey. But not all walls, be they either wooden or stone, always reveal the truth. We'd best stay on our toes, only the Great Mother knows what secrets these dark halls hold - and I would rather see us all through alive." The young druid whispers.

"Sounds like Roscoe has catched up to our quarry. We'd better pick up the pace!"

Niv pursues Bosch, Typhon and Roscoe into the room - halting inside to allow Tessa, Trey and Corwin to pass by him as they follow.

Assuming Bosch and Typhon charges into battle, that is.

"Máthair mór, cén fáth a dhéanann siad riamh ag éisteacht?"

Niv sighs and takes the rear, aiming to guard the more fragile members of the group.

"Everyone alright? The creature has escaped our graps, it seems."

Niv straps his shield back where it rested previously, his Shillelagh still radiating in his hand. He takes a bend, leaning on his free hand and looks back at the others.

"I swear, one never truly gets accustomed to ambushes."

A smirk dons his wood-like face as he obviously found his own words humorous.

"Perhaps we should not rush headlong into another? Typhon - that was your name, correct? Perhaps you would like to scout ahead. Nature knows I could use a moment to recuperate."

Niv takes a quick, vary peek down the tunnel - before he strolls casually back towards the others.

Seems like the server ate my previous post. Oh well, can't win them all as they say.

Ah, so that's where that last point is coming from. I just couldn't wrap my head around it!

And yes, I must have forgotten to mention that part - it's through Hero Lab, such a wonderful program and with all the addons you can really create all your characters with little to no hassle!

Thank you, I'll be sure to ask you enough questions to make your head spin throughout the campaign then!

Guess my Scottish ancestors couldn't care less how Shillelagh is spelled, but glad yours are proud of you!

Just did some research concerning the Shillelagh spell. It seems it is a lot more potent than I thought:

Shillelagh

It deals damage as if it were two size categories larger (a Small club or quarterstaff so transmuted deals 1d8 points of damage, a Medium 2d6, and a Large 3d6), +1 for its enhancement bonus

That means that the damage rolls should not have been 1d8 +2, but rather 2d6+3 (+2 strength +1 enhancement) - correct?

If so, here's the new damage roll (if allowed to replace it, and if this is correct - I will be sure to not make the same mistake again).

Damage Roll: 2d6 + 3 ⇒ (1, 3) + 3 = 7

It also lists the Melee Attack at +6 (+7 when I had guidance) - but I can't figure this part out. It lists my attack bonus at +2, my BAB at +4 - so how does that make it +6? If my Druid class give me +2, my strength another +2 and my Shillelagh +1, where is the last point from?

Sorry if my unfamiliarity with the game system is this horrid, I'm still quite new to everything.

Well done, Roscoe! The sun is setting for this beast - I am sure!

Adding to injury, Niv takes advantage of the momentum from his previous blow and hammers his shillelagh into the blueish creature once more.

I applaud your use of the diplomacy skill there, Bosch. Seems like you've been blessed with a quick wit and skill to use it proper, to boot!

Seeing one of the monstrosities fall, Niv closes in on the next attacker - smashing his foe as he brings the weapon back down.

"Well done, Corwin!"

Hitting the sack, don't want to slow down anything - so next action will be to assist with a move if needed, then attack - or just an attack if an enemy is nearby.

"The denizens of these halls seem to have awoken, friends! Behind us!"

Niv turns to face the attackers, noticing Trey in need of aid he swiftly brings his Shillelagh in an upwards arc but does not manage to land the blow.

Sorry Trey!

Another spell emanates and discharges from Niv's hand, this time a white aura softly shines around him before it dissipates. He then unstraps his shield and dons it with his eyes still fixated on the lumbering monstrosity.

Hopefully my new companions are able to wear it down before it reaches us.

Edited the Barskin rounds, 10 min/level isn't 180 rounds at level 3, it's 300. Yay math.

Upon seeing the aberration stumble towards the party, Niv decides not to underestimate the monstrosity. He raises his club high - before touching it with his unarmed left hand; a burst of green light and the sound of roots tightening; suddenly the club looks different. Focused, he moves behind the table in the center of the room, hoping to catch the monster between himself and Roscoe should it stray to close.

"Nature guide us all."

Seeing as how Niv cast Barkskin prior, and that it lasts for half an hour - I subtracted 10 min. from it as listed above - leaving him with 20 min of Barkskin left. Agreeable?

As Niv's eyes catch hold of the rats found by Typhon, he glances back to the maze on the table - then the tools. Unsheathing his Club, he grips it firmer than before. "Who would- who would do something like this?!" He mutters, barely managing to hold his voice low.

Enraged by the lack of respect for Nature's creatures, Niv does not withdraw back to the tunnel - but rather stands his ground at the left side of the table - club at the ready.

Upon entering the room Typhon scouted, Niv's eyes quickly grab hold of the four pallets.

By the stench of this place, one would quickly presume that this is a goblins den. Perhaps not enough.. filth.

The maze on the table catches his attention, and he moves closer to inspect it - trying to recollect if he has seen anything similar in his travels.

Knowledge (Geography): 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (3) + 8 = 11
Knowledge (Nature): 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (15) + 11 = 26

Almost whispering, he consults his companions before he raises his hand and mutters a few words. A soft shimmering light barely ignites in his hand before he lowers it again.

"A most peculiar room, this one. Perhaps some of you have encountered something like this before?"

Wanted to wait and see what the rest of you had to say before posting, but getting late here so apologies if I act out of turn.

Concerning marching/group formation (not sure what you've all decided upon before) - Niveus will gladly take the middle or follow a few feet behind Bosch. He is used to travelling by his lonesome, thus in a party he would gladly take a more defensive position - allowing himself to properly prepare before wading into combat.

Niv nods in agreement towards the broad-shouldered man - before his eyes wander off in the direction Typhon headed. He appears concentrated, alert and far from home within these dark halls.

"All in due time, as Nature wills it friend."

Perhaps this is in fact Glasthane, though I can't allow myself the luxury to trust blindly in others. That event with the Korvosan druids didn't exactly go too well..

Sense Motive: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (3) + 3 = 6

Though his gut tells him otherwise, Niv decides to give the man before him the benefit of the doubt. Seeing Bosch sheathe his blade and their hound look healthy calms his stern demeanor.

Niv proceeds to sheathe his club and places his hand on his chest, after gracing Trey with a small smirk, and takes a short bow.

"Apologies, my good man - I fear that my impetuous nature caught the better of me. Nature be praised that we did not come to blows. My name is Niveus Baryn - Druid of the Green."

He extends his hand in greeting, but quickly notices the half-elf's motion to keep a sturdy course - and instead takes a few steps forward.

"Perhaps this is not the place nor the time for pleasantries, I am at your disposal and have been sent by a mutual friend of ours. Lead on and by Nature's will; I shall follow."

Niv allows himself a slight sigh of relief as he makes his way inside the mausoleum. Finally, a true task set forth in Nature's name.
He notices several pairs of boot prints leading further down into the darkness, through a door past some of the crypts.

The sound of battle greets him ever so faintly, and he readies himself as quickly as he can. Perhaps the adventurers have already met their doom within, I need to make haste - perhaps it is not too late.

He focuses for a moment, his left hand resting on his chest - before his hand glows with a bright brownish color. His skin takes heed to the touch, turning dark wooden brown. Niv proceeds to grab his everburning torch from his backpack, unsheathes his darkwood club from it's sheath and rushes towards the sound as fast as he can.

Upon reaching the Ossuary; four towering pillars, piles of skeletal remains and multiple humanoid figures greet his eyes.

"By Nature herself, hold fast or face her wrath! I seek Glasthane, and by my honor I shall find him whether you stand down or not!"

The druid stands solid in his ground, the torch held high in his left hand; both as guard and guidance. He wears a suit of deep brown leaf armor, probably Ironwood from the looks of it, matching his gloves and boots. A cloak of deep green, the color oak leafs appear to have deep within heavy forests, hangs securely on his back with a darkwood shield strapped over it. The grip on his club tightens, as his face hardens even further. His stance easily reveals combat experience, as it is both practiced and executed with honed skill.