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Onvyr takes a step to follow the woman, then strikes again with the staff.

attack: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (19) + 3 = 22
damage: 1d6 + 4 ⇒ (1) + 4 = 5

Onvyr tries another swing.

attack: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (7) + 3 = 10
damage: 1d6 + 4 ⇒ (1) + 4 = 5

Onvyr takes a step forward and smacks the red haired woman with the quarterstaff.

attack: 1d20 + 3 + 1 ⇒ (10) + 3 + 1 = 14
damage: 1d20 + 4 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 4 + 1 = 6

Onvyr had a readied action, too.

attack: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (10) + 3 = 13
damage: 1d6 + 4 ⇒ (1) + 4 = 5

Onvyr waits to see if anyone has the ability to disperse the deep mists. If he sees that his pack don't have a means to do so, too, he'll stride forward and if he sees someone who doesn't seem extremely innocent he'll hit them with his quarterstaff.

Ah, how unnatural, mists in the streets at this time of the year.

I'm a bit confused, 'cause you are waiting for Buliwyf, should I too post again? As we both moved to the front? If I have an action Onvyr would cast Shillelagh.

Perception: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (17) + 8 = 25
Initiative: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (6) + 1 = 7
As Onvyr hears first the strange murmurs and then Caradeum's warning, he grips his staff harder and moves to Buliwyf's side, shielding Mira. The two tall blue figures look imposing.
Will this day never end?

I say you have it right, Miss Mira. Let us return to Valsin.

Onvyr hurries to help the afflicted halfling.

"Here Miss Mira, I think this is the time for some hawthorn!"

Heal: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (2) + 2 = 4

Onvyrs hands begin to shimmer in a pulsing green light and as he touches Mira's wounds tiny vines seem to grow from his fingers knitting her flesh.

cure light wounds: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (8) + 1 = 9

a nice continuation of our sunday dice-luck ;)

I cannot help but ask a bit more directly...
Have you lost interest in this, Hayato?
I certainly hope not, as it has been fun to date :)

greetings
Asurendra

Onvyr follows the imp and tries to whack it once more.
"Begone foul despoiler of nature! You violate all natural order by not dying from solid hits!"
Attack: 1d20 + 3 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 3 + 1 = 6
Damage: 1d6 + 4 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 4 + 1 = 6

It seems that the tall druid can't simultaneously talk and hit devils over the head, though.

As the abomination rushes past him, Onvyr tries to hit it again with a wide swing of his quarterstaff.

Attack: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (11) + 3 = 14
Damage: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (2) + 4 = 6

Onvyr steps up to the new position of the hellish creature and tries to give it another smack on it's ugly head.

Attack: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (13) + 3 = 16
Damage: 1d6 + 4 ⇒ (1) + 4 = 5

Dear GM, I think your notification system isn't working again ;)

Onvyr takes a quick step and tries to hit the abomination again.
Quarterstaff: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (9) + 3 = 12
damage: 1d6 + 3 ⇒ (3) + 3 = 6

Onvyr watches his companions engage the unnatural creature. He himself stands there, miserable and blue.
With a sigh he hefts his quarterstaff and waits for Miss Mira to shoot, then he will charge the hellspawned mockery of nature.

charge attack: 1d20 + 3 + 2 ⇒ (11) + 3 + 2 = 16
Damage: 1d6 + 3 + 2 ⇒ (4) + 3 + 2 = 9

Will save: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (6) + 4 = 10+2 vs enchantment

I want to stand there ;)
Onvyr positions himself behind the chest facing Buliwyf.

"Yes, brave Buliwyf, let's just try another chest!

Onvyr pushes the chest lightly with his quarterstaff.

"What's the matter Buliwyf? We are ready to help our packmate if anything should attack you! Don't hesitate."

Onvyr readies his quarterstaff and edges to the other side of the chest.

"That's a good idea, Miss Mira. And even if it won't work - whatever liquid is in this jar it will probably be diluted by the water."

Onvyr kneels before the chest with the snake inside, locks eyes with the animal and begins to hiss, his tongue flitting in and out of his mouth.

handle animal + wild empathy: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (8) + 4 = 12

Onvyr follows his pack without words.

Wait, did I just pay for the whiskey the Norse is drinking?
Perception: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (4) + 8 = 12

"We will end your "buisiness" here. But none shall say that I have a heart of stone. Try make do with that and find a more honourable way to feed yourself."
Onvyr puts three goldpieces on the table, then turns to leave.

"The alpha needs all its' senses otherwise the pack will suffer!"

Onvyr feigns a sneeze and in turning to his companions he whispers:"I have seen enough here!"

Bluff: 1d20 ⇒ 6

"This child is as healthy as the gray rock under our feet, the blue sky above and the scolding heat of a summer day." Onvyr announces, then he blinks at the old woman. "If you allow?" He sprinkles some of his herbs over her, too.

Heal: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (16) + 2 = 18

Onvyr produces some herbs from a pouch, sprinkles them over a sneezing child and looks intently at the child.

Heal: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (5) + 2 = 7

Onvyr meets Buliwyfs eyes and tries to signal him he should try to look around while they converse with the Aunt.

Bluff: 1d20 ⇒ 5

He then forces himself to smile at the older woman, though his face looks more like he is grimacing. He silently nods to her.

At first I wrote: "He then forces him to smile". So Onvyr grabbed Buliwyf and forced him to smile ;)

Onvyr gives a little nod to Auntie Baldwin.
"If my poultices can be of service to the distraught I will gladly give my help."

Onvyr whispers back to the big Ulfen and his other companions:
"Now that's great. The bears will follow the honey."
And to the priestess:
"We will seek out this orphanage. But why do they need this medicine? Is there an illness going around?"

fine for me!
"One point off the list, more to go! Who has the list, and what's our next 'mission'?"

Onvyr tries to smash the head of rat #3 with his quarterstaff.

Attack: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (11) + 3 = 14
Damage: 1d6 + 3 ⇒ (1) + 3 = 4

Fort: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (16) + 4 = 20
I'll post my action sometime later, because I am last on initiative.

"That sounds like a good idea my companions! Buliwyf and Karthacus can use their strength to pull the ropes. Miss Mira, I think you should throw the rope as you seem to be the most nimble of our pack. Me and Caradeum could look for any disturbances and hold ourselves at the ready should anything unexpected happen."

Onvyr enters the storage with his companions. "It seems nobody has been here for quite some time."

Perception: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (17) + 8 = 25

"You speak true, though I have neither the softly prowling feet of the wildcat nor the silent wings of the deadly owl..."

Suddenly looking up Onvyr answers: "Spotting sparrows in flight needs eyes as sharp as an eagle's, Miss Mira. I ask you: Is the flock wiser to flee a single foe or to turn on it?"

Perception+lowlightvision: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (3) + 8 = 11

I Won't be able to post today. Tomorrow maybe rather late.

Done.

"This works for me. Can you give us directions to this warehouse?". Onvyr eyes the unnatural display of the shop with disgust. "We better be on our way soon."

"To the docks!"

Onvyr greets the other elf with a nod. And gives the human and half-orc a slightly more curt one. Then Onvyr's ears twitch as if trying to pinpoint the sound of Miras voice. He hands her the parchment. "Here you are." He looks about himself. "I suppose we are complete?"

I'm in with this druid. So there's no Bao Namh the oracle.

"Like the owl who does not long eye the mouse before striking!
Let's get done with this and why not just start with the first point?"
The tall blackhaired elf clothed in animal hides declaims to the rest of the group still standing in the hallway with him.
"I'm Onvyr. How do each of you call yourselves?"

And ready again.