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Current HP: 12/13

The Mighty plod stands up under his own power. Shaking in the legs he walks over to Chole and nuzzles her in the neck.

"You're the best Chloe, I owe you one."

Current HP: 3

"I'm alive, but I hurt...

Stabilization Check: 1d20 + 2 - 5 ⇒ (13) + 2 - 5 = 10 PASS!!!!

Current HP: -5 (and stabilized)

Just waiting to see how a few more actions play out before I get a new map up

Stabilization Check: 1d20 + 2 - 4 ⇒ (3) + 2 - 4 = 1 FAIL!

Current HP: -5

MAP!

Here is a current map for you Sarusa. Also highlighted with the affected area of Chloe's Channel Energy so you know if you're getting included or not.

Stabilization Check: 1d20 + 2 - 3 ⇒ (10) + 2 - 3 = 9 AGAIN FAIL!

Current HP: -4

MAP!

I dont know what happened with the last map. I think I might have accidentaly loaded an old save file to work off of. This one should be better. It accounts for all movements posted after GMPM's corrections.

Stabilization Check: 1d20 + 2 - 2 ⇒ (8) + 2 - 2 = 8 FAIL!

"uck...

"Is this the end of Plod?"

Current HP: -3

MAP!

I zoomed in the map this time around because there were issues with finding coordinates. Hope this helps but if it doesn't I will always listen to suggestions.

MAP!

"Run, Run
as fast as you can
you can't catch me
I'm the gingerbread horse!

Reflex Save: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (5) + 4 = 9 FAIL! Plod is entangled

"Oh NO! Having trouble moving."

Plod readies an attack for any enemy who comes within range.

Readied Hoof Attack 1: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (18) + 2 = 20
Readied Hoof Attack 2: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (4) + 2 = 6

Damage 1: 1d3 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 1 = 3
Damage 2: 1d3 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 = 4

Current HP: 8

"Hey, I'm practically an NPC. Why am being attacked?"

Reflex Save: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (4) + 4 = 8 Fail! = Entangeled

Current HP: 11

"I don't have any class levels either! 2 damage is a big deal for me!"

"Corbyn you dope!"

"I wasn't scared! I was merely saving my skin from that pack of bloodthirsty murderers. I'm not above leaving you to fight the battles while I graze in some shady forest. I'd trust you to do the same."

"Plod lives another day!"

Where is all the RP people? This is the perfect time to say and do things not completely relevant to the campaign!

"That was quick."

"Your friends went that way..."

"How about I jump on your back kick you to see how fast you run!" Plod's inner monologue shouts. "I understand why you'd do such a thing, but is it really necessary? A carrot at the end of a fishing line would be equally effective..."

And tasty!

"THEY'RE BACK!"

"They're Back!"
"they're back!"
"they're back!"
"they're back!"
"they're back!"
"they're back!"

"I'm Hungry!"

"Third!, I'm starving."

"PLOD!"

"I have mud on my hooves!"

"I feel lighter."

"I miss you Corbyn!"

"NOOOOOOOOO!!! CORBYN, DON'T LEAVE ME!!!

"Oh, I had a great idea. Next time, more than one person per watch. Otherwise, we awaken a horse and make them an alarm-horse."

"Awaken? What does that even mean? I probably sleep less hours than any of you. I'm awake all the time!"

I can't wait for the day I might be able to cast Awaken on Plod!

As fantastic as Plod is, He's kind of a sissy when it comes to fighting.

"Oh, Right! I'm a Sissy!? I'll tell you what, why don't you let me hop on your back and ride you head first into combat. Then you can formulate an opinion about who is and is not a sissy!"

"Here we go with the Hippogriff again..."

"I AM NOT A SECOND CLASS COMPANION DAMNIT!!!"

"If only I understood what everybody was saying? I might then be able to make heads or tails of why all two legged creatures are so violent."

"I like lunch!"

To the tune of Black Sabbath's - Iron Man

♪Plod

Plod

PlodPlodPlod

PlodPlodPlodPlodPlodPlodPlod

PlodPlodPlod♫

Plod bobs his head back and forth, keeping rhythm with the tune of the singer.

"I like these people"

Gellig dispassionately plucks a buzzing insect from the air with an incredibly long tongue.

Plod licks his lips and shakes his head causing his mane to fly about down the back of his neck.

"Stupid frog doesn't have to pull the cart... I'm thirsty."

"Neigh!"

Plod nuzzles Corbyn, trying to bury his long face into Corbyn's armpit.

"Neigh!"

"Neigh!"

*face nuzzle*

"Neigh!"

Plod nods in agreement.

Plod carries on, slow and silent. The water was refreshing. The pace kept here is a welcome change to the the sorts of places that Corbyn has tried to drag him through in the past.

Plod receives Passio's attention well. Gods know he doesn't get any from Corbyn.

Plod quietly munches through some trash that's scattered about in the street.

Plod follows Corbyn at 5 paces to the rear. He is being led by a rope that is loosely tied to Corbyn's belt.

Plod stands there flicking a fly away with his ears, eyes half closed, minding his own business...

...and the poops.

What if I already those mine?

3 Melee and no casters? I think we have some gaps that need filling. A Rogue might be nice too?

DougFungus Here!

This is what I have come up with for my character.