Ribat leads the party off in search of Agent Southmiller. While traveling, Ribat keeps an eye out for a branch that he could turn into a usable quarterstaff.
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Ribat's Survival is +10.
Ribat hugs Fonidea close and says: "I'm glad you're OK. I was worried about you."
The snag there being that your Wisdom isn't high enough for more than a few levels of Druid... What do you mean? My Wisdom is 14, which is good enough until I need to cast 5th level spells (level 9).
Ribat runs over to Fonidea and gets the tentacle off her throat. "Are you OK?"
I'm all for continuing, but I think Ribat is going to make a hard turn character-wise. I'm thinking druid, maybe.
Frustrated by his inability to free Fonidea, Ribat heedlessly rushes around the creature to get between it and the pool. "You'll drag her in there over my dead body," he yells as he slices at the creature.
Ribat attempts to slice at the creature as it runs by.
Ribat tries to slash the creature again, but his emotional distress is clearly affecting his aim.
"LET HER GO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" yells Ribat as he plunges his kukri into the creature, trying to slash Fonidea free.
Ribat follows behind with his net at the ready, trying to be alert but somewhat distracted.
When Fonidea speaks up, Ribat immediately quits admiring the red wood and locks eyes with her. No! We'll find another way."
Ribat regales the old woman with as many tales as he can think of, always making sure to paint himself in the best light possible and periodically casting an unobtrusive look in Fonidea's direction to see if she's paying attention. When it's time to leave, Ribat says, "Well, it was a pleasure doing business with you, madam. I should be going to pick up that net of which you spoke earlier." He looks around at the rest of the party. "That is, if you all don't mind making a short detour. I hate to be a nuisance, but I daresay I will be of more use to our common cause with the net than without."
"Once, just once, O nature spirits, may I go somewhere without being mistaken for one of those savages? I am not a bullywug; I am a grippli. got the darkwood from my clan. I'm a traveling salesman, of sorts. I take out darkwood to sell and bring back money and/or trade goods that might be of use. Please release me, or I daresay I will be forced to extricate myself."
50 gold pieces? That's enough to buy the net and still report a profit. Nature be praised!
"Marali, I would like to procure a new net, but I cannot currently afford to purchase one outright. Do you think anyone would be interested in trading a net for two pounds of darkwood, which I believe should be of equivalent value?" The elders will not be happy when they find out I bought something personal with the darkwood, but I have to make it back alive for them to find out. And there's always the chance that I can manage to replace the money later.
Sorry for holding things up, but I had a hard time deciding what Ribat would do.
Ribat manages to quit staring at Fonidea long enough to ask where he can find a new net.
"Nope, never been here before."
"The soggier, the better! Onward!"
"Oh, no! Don't let it get away; it's taking my net!"
"I'm right here, Fonidea," says Ribat as he steps forward into net range of the lion. He casts the net, knowing that he will be unable to restrain a creature so much larger than himself, but hoping to make it more difficult for the lion to hurt his friends.
entangled: The character is ensnared. Being entangled impedes movement, but does not entirely prevent it unless the bonds are anchored to an immobile object or tethered by an opposing force. An entangled creature moves at half speed, cannot run or charge, and takes a –2 penalty on all attack rolls and a –4 penalty to Dexterity. An entangled character who attempts to cast a spell must make a concentration check (DC 15 + spell level) or lose the spell.
Ribat immediately jumps up in the direction that will best allow him to protect Fonidea. He stands with his net ready.
Good catch, Sasithorn. Thanks.
I'm American, but I'm going to school in Canada. American Thanksgiving is too close to Christmas break for me to go home for both, so Thanksgiving will probably be just another day for me.
Wahl now, why dontcha move "Because I like filthy bogs. They're nice and homey." Ribat: The next time I am invited to some wedding gala aboard a Basconde noble caravel, remind me to bring you as my honor guard rather than him. "Duly noted, and I'd be happy to serve."
"Xor, my home is a filthy bog!"
Ribat tries to help Diarmal find a suitable campsite.
"Sounds good, Marvin." Once the rest of the party catches up, Ribat follows the trail.
As Fonidea and Ribat walk along beside each other, Ribat grabs Fonidea's shoulder and pulls her close enough for him to whisper into her ear as fills her in on what has happened. After all, if she's facing the danger with us, she deserves to know what she's getting herself into...and if the fact that the situation calls for stealth gives me an excuse to lean in close to her so I can whisper, that's all to the good. When they spot the tracks, Ribat leans back over to whisper again: Fonidea, would you please go and tell everybody that we've found something? I'm going to stay here and watch."
"Sounds like a plan, Marvin. Do you want to help me look around, Fonidea?"
Once the barrier is gone, Ribat stares at Fonidea for a long moment, then shakes his head vigorously. As he is walking towards Fonidea, he reaches into his pack, retrieves some nuts and dried fruit from his rations, and extends them towards Fonidea. "Uh, I'm glad you're free now. Here--have some food."
"Yeah, I didn't get it, either. Maybe we should just wait for instructions."
"My name is Ribat. I'm, uh, a grippli, which is kinda like a bullywug, but different. Anyhow, I'm going to try to help my friends get you out, and then we should get you some food." He turns to Diarmal. "How would you suggest we go about dismantling it?
Ribat just stares at the barrier, feeling helpless. I have no idea how to help, but I have to do something. "Um, what kind of plants do you like to eat, Fon-i-i-dea?"
Ribat looks into the room and sees what he thinks is the most beautiful creature he's ever seen. He stares at her for a long moment, then looks away when he thinks she is about to notice him staring. "Yeah, what he said," Ribat adds lamely, unable to make coherent speech come together in his head. Then he slowly tries to tap on the "window."
"Uh, guys, I don't think I can hurt this thing. I just hit it as hard as I can, it doesn't even seem to notice."
Ribat steps towards the side of the creature, attempting to find a weak point. He stabs with his kukri and hopes for the best.
Wow, that was close. Not sure this is good idea, but I don't really have a lot of options... Ribat charges the creature, lashing out with his net at the end of the charge.
Ribat walks forward with his kukri in one hand and his net in the other.
Ribat follows Sasithorn and Xor.
I'm leaving for a camping trip today. I may have Internet access while I'm gone, but I don't think it's very likely. I may be able to post Saturday night, but it might be Sunday night. Bot me as needed, please.
Ribat starts pitching in to clear the way.
Ribat reports having found a large indentation in the ground, about the size of a cottage, that appears to be in the shape of a shoe. |