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Tannithil, I don’t think you’ll be able to reach the leech from here. It is the ‘L’ on the map – if you’d like to re-think your action or use your rolled attack for a bow attack instead, let me know.

Woops - yep, my bad!

Tannithil fires another arrow from his short bow;

Shortbow Attack: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (9) + 3 = 12
Damage: 1d6 ⇒ 3

If I've taken to many full round actions here to prevent attacking, all good! Based on my position on the map it's probable I'll be slowed by the mud as well in reaching the leech.

Tannithil returns his notched arrow to his quiver and advances upon the beast as it's vile form assails Jasminder.

Drawing his katana in a smooth action he attacks;
Attack: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (11) + 4 = 15
Damage: 1d8 + 2 ⇒ (4) + 2 = 6

Hey mate, awesome, just awesome!

I'll chase up Ash as we should be good to start.

Tannithil aims carefully, his shot designed more to drive the leech onto the bank where Marc is standing in a better attempt to engage it in melee before letting loose a single arrow;

Shortbow Attack: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (14) + 3 = 17

He then notches another arrow and moves to N8.

Grendel pulls up suddenly just short of the river. Speaking softly he warns the others;"Beware the water - something lurks beneath. There, by the rocks." He points to a spot in the water near the stepping stones where a long, worm like creature can just be seen.

"Does anyone know what that is?

Tannithil stops his walk abruptly at the halfling's words. His body tenses and his eyes narrow as he attempts to spot the object of Grendel's attentions;

Perception: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 1 = 5

Unable to clearly identify the target for himself, Tannithil's top lip peels back in a sneer at hearing his companions reveal they believe the creature to be a giant leech.

He knocks an arrow into his bow and stands poised, aimed upon the leech as it makes it's way across the water surface. He nods to Grendel to indicate he's ready to fire.

Tannithil is standing at N7 on the map, poised and ready to fire.

Initiative: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (7) + 4 = 11

"You said something about tracks? Are they recent? Are they moving in the same direction as us, or heading the opposite way?"

"I was unable to conclusively deduce the direction the tracks were heading - the rising water and distraction of our ally falling into the water interrupted my chance to study them effectively."

Tannithil ponders for a moment, recalling what he had seen before adding;

"I would conclude them to be heading in the same direction as we, but this is purely my hope..." he trails off, a glazed look upon his eyes.

"We should move on - the prints don't seem to travel in the same direction as our path. But be ready. On the bright side Jasminder and Tannithil's mud bath may make them blend in to the surrounds a little better."

Tannithil snaps from his reveries, wrinkling his face in response to the halfing's comments, unsure of wether this were an insult or not.

Grendel winks in the pairs direction.

Rapidly concluding the Halfing's comments were an attempt at humour, he relaxes and states;

Covered head to toe in grime and mud, Tannithil attempts futily to clean his attire.

Though familiar with magic, Tannithil is less then comfortable with its practice. His upper lip raised in a sneer and body tense, he nods to Xargin indicate he is ready.

Despite his misgivings, Tannithil looks down to see the improved condition of his attire, one eyebrow raised in surprise. He nods to Xargin, the hint of a smile across his lips before resuming his stride.

Tannithil kneels at the river edge. He notes the tracks in the mud, confident their quarry couldn't be far.
He calls to the group as he studies the sodden ground "I see tracks - humanoid..."

The sound of sodden wood splintering causes him to trail off as he snap his head up to see Jasminder plunge into the water.

Checking briefly to see his gear is secure to his body, Tannithil quickly stands and enters the water before beginning to swim freestyle stroke with haste to where Jasminder entered the water and lend what help he can.

Swim: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (7) + 4 = 11

NB: This roll does include the Penalty for Armor as well.

Hot and uncomfortable under his lamellar with a thin film of sweat covering his face, Tannithil stands at the river edge and peers in at the waters to determine it's safety in comparison to the tree trunk that spans it.

Perception: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (13) + 1 = 14

Tannithil walks along with the group, his stride lithe but purposeful. He situates himself within the party close to Haelynn - his limited exchange with her at the Rusty Dragon providing a level of comfort as a travel partner with such new company. He rests his right hand on the grip of his Katana as he scans the roadside for potential hidden threats, the conversation of the group distant due to his concentration.

Perception: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (20) + 1 = 21

Tannithil watches the seemingly diminutive but agile figure of Grendel whistling a tune to himself as he takes point at the head of the group.

As they approach the trail, Grendel moves to the front of the group. "Everyone should be on their guard; even following a trail will come with it's share of dangers in the marsh - keeping to the trail being one. Does anyone have skill in tracking or survival in the wilds? I have some, and am happy to lead the group, though it always helps to have another pair of eyes"

Tannithil extends his left hand, open palm in a gesture to indicate he is content for Grendel to continue to lead on - his own understanding of the wilderness limited mostly to travel between locales on errands for Ameiko and her father.

Seeing that everyone has assembled, Marc addresses the group, lifting his voice so all can hear. "Well, it appears we are all here, and we are now 7 not 6, with Jasminder offering to accompany us on his venture! Is everyone equipped and provisioned adequately, lest we get caught out in the swamp for longer than we intended?"

"If no one has any further business in town, then where is our first port of call? Yumiko suggested that Walthus or Old Megus may have some more detailed knowledge on the goblins numbers and whereabouts, which feels like a wise place to begin? I know neither, nor where to find them though, so I'll need someone to lead the way!"

His armour and attire resplendent once again, Tannithil eyes burn with a sense of purpose. It's evident he's ready for this journey - his backpack bulges slightly at the press of it's contents and his short bow is held over his shoulder with a stock of arrows ready for use. He bows curtly to Jasminder in greeting upon meeting with the group.

"I am ready" he responds to Marc softly.

Moth: Can Tannithil remember where he and Ameiko were attacked and perhaps more importantly, how to reach this locale? is he able to retrace his steps in any capacity to steer the group? He'll attempt a Geography check as part of it if so (or maybe it's more of a memory check?).

Knowledge: Geography: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (9) + 2 = 11

For repairs to weapons or armour you would want to see the town’s smith, Das Korvut, or the armourer, Savah Bevaniky. Korvut is a powerfully muscled, bad tempered Shoanti, who knows his stuff but is unlikely to do any work cheap or free. Savah has a much more friendly disposition, and given that the damage to Tannithil’s gear is only cosmetic, she would probably be willing to give it a buff and polish for free (with the hope of future business).

Tannithil heads to Savah to see to his armour and offers a token payment for her trouble (let me know a suitable amount to deduct or if she insists on it being free that's workable - though Tannathil has little more then 7 gold on him and will remember such an offer). Despite her offer, he politely refuses her access to his weapons explaining that only he may see to their preparation.

Tannithil investigates into the whereabouts of a shrine (Moth - does such a location exist? If so...) where he may prepare spiritually for his journey. Once at the shrine, he unsheathes his katana and kneels.
Placing the blade in front of him, he carefully pours a vial of oil over the edge and polishes it thoroughly. Eyes closed, he recites his pledge to lord and lands.

Satisfied he is done, opens his eyes, re-sheathes his blade and collects his gear before heading back to the Rusty Dragon.

Tannithil nods his thanks to Marc for the plate of food that is presented to him. Unsure what to do with the meat components of this culinary offering, he finishes off the spinach as he listens to the group talk, softly adding his own recollection of events to assist the others in the plan of attack.

"I recall that the the road was passing east of Brinestump Marsh when we were attacked... We were heading north towards Sandpoint, and had crossed the Foxglove River, but I do not recall yet reaching the next river...
There was possibly 15 or more of the beasts (the others can clearly see Tannithil struggles to properly name Goblins, as though they simply were undeserving of such a title) that attacked us - one employed... foul arts (Tannithil's way of describing magic) of some sort - though the beast's cowardice overwhelmed their likely victory in the face of such displays of power even though they originated from their own kind and they retreated. Projectile weapons I recall were common amongst their number as were blades.

I...I am not sure how we survived - I believe that other such beasts arrived and these called the others away? There was an explosion though - later that night...I cannot quite recall these details exactly, I am sorry..."
A sullen expression crosses his face as Tannithil pokes absently at the food in front of him, evidently annoyed at himself for being unable to recall more.

"Wake from death and return to life, my friend. Your mistress lives, your brave heart still beats, and you now have allies who will stand with you."

Tannithil nods at Haelyn's words - he recognises a kind heart and a devoted individual akin to his own code of ethics when he meets one.

"We care not for why the goblins are attacking. They are vermin, it is in their nature. As it is in ours to protect our kith and kin. The sole remaining kin left to us has been harmed... as we could not protect her, it falls to us instead to exact a blood price. Still, though it shames us to admit it, we cannot do this on our own, and must therefore bow to the will of the group. Should you wish to investigate further before making a move, we will do what we can to assist. We will not take rash action, however much we chafe to rain fire and ruin upon the foul beasts."

"I doubt you will find any reason for the attacks beyond the fact that the goblins feel they are strong enough to get away with them. The Licktoads have a new leader, a fat goblin warrior called Chief Rendwattle Gutwad. I hear he has stopped the infighting that kept their attention away from Sandpoint, and of course got their hands on these fireworks. Remember, this attack on Ameiko and her soldier boy was not an isolated incident, and will not be the last if nothing is done."

Tannithil straightens in his seat at Xargin and Grendel's words. He pushes the last of his plate away as a stern expression crosses his face, all traces of his sullen mood washed away. His eyes narrow before he speaks as if concentrating on an object in the far distance.

Tannithil Returns his koshirae to his side.
"Where may I clean and repair my equipment... with a breif he pause he adds awkwardly but with the slightest hint of a smile upon his face; "...my freinds?"

Seated on the wooden pew next to Haleyn, Tannithil fixes his gaze upon the exchange between the new arrivals. Once he nods his greeting to each, he closes his eyes, concentrating hard on his recollection of the events that saw he and Ameiko brought here.

Mothman - can I can recall any particular details about the attack?

Knowledge - (geography) Brinestump Marsh 1d20 + 2 => (13) + 2 = 15

In response to Haelynn's prompt and despite his discomfort in leaving Ameiko in the the company of others Tannithil stands, tying his long silver hair in a knot. Placing one hand on his koshirae (scabbard) the other over his chest, he bows in response to Haleyn's invitation before indicating her to lead on in the direction of the Rusty Dragon.

Tannithil, the male cleric keeps working away at Ameiko’s injured leg, but the old Varisian lady turns to you. “No need to ask for forgiveness dear,” she says kindly enough, “but the best thing you can do right now is stay out of our way while we do what we do … or else find a way to stop these goblins from hurting anyone else, by the grace of the gods.”

Tannithil: ** spoiler omitted **

Tannithil nods curtly - compassion and concern giving way to the desire for vengeance and redemption in the face of the presently unanswered goblin threat.

Tannithil trails off at the arrival of a woman in white robes who offers assistance to the gathered throng. He turns to regard the woman and with his urgency to act overcoming his lack of familiarity with this individual, he steps forward to greet the newcomer, bowing deeply before speaking;

"My lady, I am Tannithil Adachi, If you wish to offer assistance I would ask you to direct me to the commander of the city watch so that I may organise honourable vengeance upon the beasts that sought to bring my mistress to this present situation"

You see a lithe, Elven Samurai adorned in blood smeared lamellar armour. His normally fine blue attire is matted and damaged - evidence of some sort of recent conflict or incident. A pair of swords, one longer then the other are strapped to his waist. A shortbow and backpack are slung over his shoulders. Despite his seemingly ragged condition he appears free of any particular ailment and his narrow, unblinking eyes burn with the need to act.

Tannithil: ** spoiler omitted **

Despite his rudimentary understandings, Tannithil can see Ameiko's condition is stable and thanks to the skill of the attendant healers, far better then he had originally feared. Evidently these people were of considerable skill. Breathing a sigh of relief, he stands and backs away a couple of paces to allow others to more easily access Ameiko's form.

For Mothman's Eyes only:

Slumped upon a wooden pew and breathing heavily, Tannithil watches on as the attendants rush to Ameiko's side. Sweat and blood cakes his skin and hair - evidence of his recent failure.
Unable to sit idle, he angrily pushes a man away attempting to dab a still-bleeding wound to his head with a sodden wrapping and makes his way over to Ameiko, barking curt orders to the men and women of the cathedral to bring further bandages and fresh water immediately.

Compelled by his sense of duty with a bandage in hand, Tannithil kneels beside Ameiko's injured form.
Despite his unfamiliarity with the art of medicine and through barely restrained tears he examines her wounds to determine their seriousness before taking in his surroundings.

heal: 1d20 + 1 => (5) + 1 = 6
perception: 1d20 + 1 => (7) + 1 = 8

Gizmoh, did you stick to the same name for your character? Post in alias here when you've got a minute so I can check it out.

Hey mate yeah I kept the name from the most recent sheet but for confirmation, here's a post!