As the mite charges Erik with it's reckless attack, Rhiann brings her weapon in a sweeping strike across the middle of its body.
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Rhiann steps forward, cursing the cramped space that makes her attack on the other mite extremely awkward.
That was supposed to say my son's 16th birthday. I'm not that old yet lol Heading out to vote now
Son's 26th birthday party was this weekend. Will be back to regular posting tomorrow
Happy to hear you're okay!
Erik can easily read Rhiann's darkening expression as they watch the kobold being tortured for sport. As they all share a glance, committing to a course of action, the fighter steps forward her weapon lashing out to cleave right through one of the mites.
"I mean unless it's an extremely convincing actor that might just completely terrified and unlikely to try anything." Rhiann replies, continuing her climb down.
Sorry. Been at New York Comic-Con this weekend. Will get caught up soon
"Well, if nothing else they definitely know we're coming now." Rhiann says with a sigh. Looking at the cowering bizarre mite, she points her weapon. "If you make any move to attack us from behind, you'll share the same fate." She then leads the others down after Erik.
As the mites brandish weapons that they are clearly intent on using, Rhiann goes into action, quickly drawing her fauchard, and taking advantage of her weapon's reach to strike out at one of the enemies within reach, maneuvering as best as she can in the cramped space.
Rhiann looks between the leaving creature, and the one idly toying with his odd weapon, trying to determine if this was some trap.
Elven: Rhiann replies, cocking her head at the melted creature's comment. "And whoever they have locked up might be wearing armor from the sound of it."
Taken aback by the surprisingly refined voice in the dark, Rhiann turns to Alyssa, trusting her skill at communication more than her own.
Re: Darkvision. I guess that makes sense...as long as there are no mechanical penalties imposed by that interpretation that differs form the standard take on Darkvision (otherwise it limits the benefit of a player choice), and the creatures with native darkvision are limited in the same way, in regard to what they can perceive.
Yeah, I have low-light vision, so can see as much as Alyssa, Erik has full darkvision (not a completely conventional party race-wise) Is the penalty to attack just for melee, or ranged as well?
Spirit of Pinvendor still with us?
Rhainn makes the climb down seem almost effortless, however, the fauchard slung across her back dislodges dirt and stone, triggering a noticeable crash.
"Well...at this point I doubt light will be the problem." she mutters, readying her weapon as they look around.
Rolling her shoulders, Rhiann waits for Erik to give the all-clear as she prepares to enter the confined space.
Finding Roderick's response more than a little odd, Rhiann studies the flower for a moment before dismissing it with a shrug.
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Carrying: Fauchard, Longbow, quiver(20 arrows), armor, backpack, rope, waterskin, 5 torches, belt pouch, flint and steel, potion CLW, 10-foot chain
"I was referring to the ones in your hair actually, but those are nice too." Rhiann replies, her expression a bit more wary now.
"Excellent work, Roderick! Great recon, and a solid report." Rhiann remarks as she helps him prepare the camp. "I like the flowers by the way. Always nice to enjoy the beauty of nature around you when you can." she says with a smile.
"We'll set up there for now, but I agree, we'll wait until we're done at the Sycamore before exploring the ruins properly." Rhiann says, grinning at Roderick's satisfaction with having found another spot. "Sounds like either the mites, or something else that calls the sycamore home, killed the kobolds, so we definitely need to anticipate a violent response as a possibility to us approaching."
"I promise I'll help you bury or burn them when we leave here...unless we leave running for our lives, of course." Rhiann replies with a tiny grin at the end.
Rhiann looks at the bodies, non-plussed regarding what might have killed the kobolds. As Erik stops Adela, she nods. "He's right. If it was the mites, we'd have the advantage of them thinking this area is clear of anything, since they already took out the kobolds they found here. Any sign of new activity will draw attention."
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I'm pretty sure we're going in and when we encounter them, try to communicate or reason with them first. If it works we go from there. If they respond with violence, well then we respond to the threat level presented. As far as knowing their language, there's 34 languages in PF1: Aboleth
They could probably be split into 4 categories of how likely an adventurer (as opposed to everyday common folk) has encountered them at least enough to recognize them. I'd reckon in most cases, languages stemming from underground communities, or secret languages like that of other undead would be the least likely (either being assigned a higher DC or a way better explanation to know.) Aside from knowledge skills connected to the race ore people using the language, I can easily see linguistics being used as well (there's lots of cases for scholars knowing smatterings of languages they don't speak because it's their thing) Maybe if someone has a decent explanation for why they might know a language, assign them a +2 to the linguistics roll to identify it. Given their backgrounds, Alyssa would know Sylvan if she heard it, even if she wasn't able to speak it, Adela being able to recognize Celestial, and even Necril 9though it would make her skin crawl), would make sense
"It's worth a try, but we need to be ready for if that doesn't work." Rhiann replies with a supportive nod..
"Honestly, the answer to that depends on what happens when we approach, and the reception we receive from the mites. If they've been making a habit of raiding and attacking anyone they can, then it's a threat that needs to be resolved, for the safety of any passing through here. That is part of our charter after all."
"A little bit, yes. As if someone planted them rather deliberately...though probably a long time ago. Maybe the work of some druid, though if so, they probably left the area years or even decades ago." Rhian replies to Alyssa's conjecture.
"There's more than the ring, though that's probably the most important thing. There's also whatever supplies the bandits had stashed."
Sorry caught up in a lot of home repair stuff this week.
"Looks like the chest went over the side through that broken spot there" Rhiann says, pointing to where the rotting wood had given way. "It's definitely worth trying to recover it, then advance along the river to a better fording spot"
Rhian notices Erik checking out the bridge, and turns her attention to it properly, a skeptical expression crossing her face. Walking over, she crouches down, knocking on a few of the timbers and sniffing the wood for a moment.
"We be able to cross this one at a time...maybe. But the second we try to get one of the horses or the cart across this, it's almost guaranteed to collapse.!" Rhiann says with absolute certainty.
"The guard dogs seem a bit excessive...where would we even get a pack of guard dogs out here? If you want to deal with training them, I suppose that could be useful." Rhiann, replies.
"I think, given the unsettling events of the other night, and the things that may be roaming this forest, we might be better off heading out to the plains to find this sycamore tree. We can collect the stuff taken from the bandits, take it to Oleg's with the cart, and come back to explore the forest more later on." Rhiann suggests, after considering their options.
"I suppose we can wait a while to see if it heads up on its own. But if it looks like It's going to destroy the cart then I reshoot at it or scare it off." Rhiann whispers, making sure to have her own bowbin hand in case the beast's attention shifts.
"Either we try to wait it out, scare it off, or attack. Though I'm sure once we start, it probably won't back down until it's dead...or we are. No idea what would scare a bear though." Rhiann whispers.
"Definitely a possibility. I guess we should all settle back down and try to get as much sleep as we can for the rest of the night, those on watch aside." Rhiann says, rolling her shoulders.
"Well that's...unsettling...especially considering what might have happened if you hadn't been able to wake us before the attack." Rhiann says with a frown. "If your dreams are any indication, the owls at least know of the creature or person that attacked us...even if they're not directly connected to them...and while I may be grateful for the bear-thing that scared it off, I'm not in a hurry to meet with that either.....the stolen lands definitely aren't for the faint of heart."
"And you've definitely fulfilled that promise!" Rhiann replies, resting a hand on Roderick's shoulder with an approving smile. Looking around the campsite she sighs. "I can't shake the feeling that those owls knew this was going to happen...like they were waiting to see what happened or some ominous warning sign."
Surveying the campsite and the aftermath of the battle, Rhiann breathes a sigh of relief when she sees no one is severely hurt. "Good work everybody, Roderick, excellent job keeping the horses safe." "...I have no idea what that was, the wolf thing that conjured those wolves ... the real ones and the shadows... but looks like the bear-thing was not on its side...which is good for us."
Sorry all. Was out of town for a couple of days. Will be back to normal posting later today
As the hidden wolf lunges out of the bushes to attack Alyssa, Rhiann, weapon slices out with deadly precision, intercepting it.
Her weapon whistling in the air as she twirls it, the warrior then executes an elegant spin maneuver, rolling protectively around the sorceress to end on her opposite side, her blade falling in a strike against the wolf caught between Erik and Malki.
Taking a step back to gain better positioning with her weapon, Rhann strikes at the wolf facing off against Alyssa with the fire between them, the chaos an fire affecting her aim.
"@%$#^! what in the nine hells was that??"
Already sleeping in her armor, given the ominous feeling, Rhiann jumps up in an instant, grabbing up her fauchard and stepping forward to protect Alyssa. "Adela, close in! Don't let them isolate us!" she calls out, preparing for the charge of the oncoming wolves.
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