Yes I'll be running a couple of games for it, and playing in many more :) Its a really nice chance for players who cannot attend Cons to get boons!
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I think I am going to bow out guys, the pace just is not sufficient to keep my attention, and I find things at this pace more chore than fun. If there is a chance of the game getting back up to 1 post a day levels I would certainly be interested in continuing but given that Seamus's last post was nearly a month ago, and the one before that ten days earlier, etc., I think the chances are pretty slim. I really enjoyed the group and hope to play with you all in future in pacier games. If any of you are not playing PFS PBP yet I highly recommend it, most scenarios finish in about a month and being able to use the same character again in other GMs games enables you to do things in much more palatable bite sized chunks.
Terwin's' not asking her not to kill him, but to refrain for a few seconds while he try's to get information. I am perfectly fine with the goblin dying, but we want to know what is going on. I was basically saying please ready attacks we see if we can get some info then likely kill him - unless there are some very surprising circumstances.
"He said, "You will not take it from me. It is mine." Fascinating, can I try talking to him, if everyone would hold unless he attacks us again?" Terwin says, moving over and saying, "Unglak berik gurmish naglakkun ruinp purrit gleepor choppen dollip glugni, burtish umph." Goblin:
"Forgive us great one we have come to learn of you and are over eager to prove ourselves, perhaps you could tell us of your achievements?"
Terwin moves into the room only giving a cursory attemot at stealth and then color sprays the five nearest masked figures.
"Let's go, if we need to intervene we need to do so now!" Terwin urges.
Terwin nods and motions Chance onwards.
Terwin nods, "Better to face danger head on than let it creep up from our backs!"
"Excellent!" Terwin exclaims, "let us continue on, if it goes too far we can always turn back."
Terwin rushes forward and unleashes lightening next to the great spider!
"I say we explore the side passage first. I would not care to have any threats at our back if we can help it," Terwin says.
Terwin casts a light spell on a pebble and throws it to Cyrus, "Its not much, but its better than a torch."
Terwin eyes the cave entrance warily, "Well I suppose there is nothing to be done, but to head in there... Would someone more robust mind leading the way though?"
Are we huntin' wabbits?
"Well I'm following them," Terwin says, "our employers real goal is to stop the goblins causing trouble and I feel following these masked types has a better chance of achieving that. If I am wrong the goblin village is not going anywhere."
The macaw tries to confirm it is the goblin village before returning. "They're going around a village the trail leads to," Wilberforce relays, "must be the goblins." "So maybe they are not dealing with the goblins?" Terwin muses, "I say we follow them, I don't think taking on an entire goblin village is wise."
"Most assuredly not," Terwin agrees.
"Movin' along the trail, but they're already going!" Wilberforce says urgently, flapping his wings at anyone taking their time. Terwin begins hurrying down the trail, stops and waits for someone sturdier to take the lead.
Terwin sends Wilberforce up to investigate the other camp as soon as he waken, "Now make sure you stay well above them hundreds of feet, and don't hover about, just fly around naturally try to establish which way they are going and then fly back by a round about route, alright?" Wilberforce squawks disdainfully and takes to the air. Terwin waits for those who know what they are doing to begin tracking.
Terwin nods and resumes his watch, wakinjg the next person when it is there turn. With no spells expended he does not need to spend time studying his spellbook and is thus ready to go bright and early.
"Or maybe they are working with the goblins, they clearly spoke with goblins. The question is what context did that conversation occurr in? Iron masks make me wary,honest men rarely have a need to hide their faces. I presume the goblin they speak of is our mysterious mind controller. Maybe we should follow Them to him?" Terwin says,tapping his chin thoughtfully.
Wilberforce lands upon a nearby tree sidles up to a vaguely parrot shaped branch and proceeds to get amorous with it. five minutes later he gives a contented squark and takes lazily to the air, returning to Terwin via a roundabout route before relaying what he saw... "Six humans sat around a campfire, roasting some sort of creature for a meal. All of them had an iron mask sitting next to them. Then one says, "I'm sure that damned goblin has the chest. We need that stone, and we need that journal. The other goblins are exaggerating—it can't be that powerful... " Then he spots me and says, "Perhaps we shouldn't be so loose with our tongues; who knows what's in this godforsaken swamp." So I get freaky with a branch to allay suspicion and then came back to you lot."
Wilderforce shrug and launches himself into the air, flying stealthily over the campfire well above and using his low-light vision to get a good look at the campers before returning to report.
Shaking the others gently awake in turn Terwin, puts a finger to his lips and points out the fire raising a questioning brow and miming walking towards it with two fingers.
"We'll me and Wilberforce will take first watch then, if there are no objections? Are you alright with last watch Cyrus?"
"I wonder if those things could impersonate goblins as well?" Terwin says thoughtfully as he hands the cloak to Cyrus.
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"Oh, let me get everyone cleaned up, prestidigitation makes life so much more pleasant," Terwin says chanting and producing a small cloud of purple bubbles which he will use to clean anyone and anything requested.
"Yes, but someone should wear this cloak, it will improve your chances of resisting spells and various effects," Terwin agrees gathering up his books and bowing to their host as he leaves.
Merry Christmas all :)
Terwin nods, "I'll take a look, would you happen to have Gidance prepared Orre? It might help," he says before casting his own detect magic and examining the cloak and consulting with Wilberforce - not that the parrot is any help. "Ah, yes I think I've seen something similar before..."
Terwin to offers his thanks before making himself comfortable with Wilberforce curled up on his chest and getting some sleep. The next morning he arises and studies his spells, electing to drop enlarge person in favour of a second colour spray.
"The goblins did mention longshanks already, something odd is clearly going on here... Could we prevail upon your hospitality for the night Master Proudfoot? It seems our course is to head south east, but a good nights sleep will stand us in good stead," Terwin says, dismissing his spell.
"And could you tell us about the local goblin situation?"
Terwin nods, "Well that is a relief. Do you have any idea what it was, or its purpose?"
"Ah, forgive me everyone but should we really be so trusting just yet? Many creatures hunt in pairs, or packs, and while I doubt that is the case here prudence does dictate caution. Could you tell us the name of Sandpoint's Sheriff please Master Proudfoot?" Terwin asks, his hand extended carefully still crackling with electric energy.
Terwin swings his crackling hand at the creature, but it is too quick for him and dodges aside.
Terwin casts shocking grasp, his palm crackling with lightening and moves into the room behind Chance, "Hit it and then step back so I can step in and zap it!"
Afraid not.
Terwin casts shocking grasp and seeing little he can do that will not get in the way of his more martial companions elects to try a wild throw with his dagger. The blade comes close to hitting, but is easily dodged by the creature.
Terwin withdraws to give those better suited to combat the chance to get stuck in.
Terwin steps up besides Jia, a look of astonishment upon his face, his suspicions having been of a wholly different nature. And snatches a handful of coloured sand from his pouch hurling it at the creature. The sand transforms into a spray of scintillating colours as it envelops the bizarre creature. "Argh, gods what are you? Change back!" Wilberforce swoops out of the way, seeing Terwin beginning to cast.
Color Spray: A vivid cone of clashing colors springs forth from your hand, causing creatures to become stunned, perhaps also blinded, and possibly knocking them unconscious. Each creature within the cone is affected according to its HD.
2 HD or less: The creature is unconscious, blinded, and stunned for 2d4 rounds, then blinded and stunned for 1d4 rounds, and then stunned for 1 round. (Only living creatures are knocked unconscious.) 3 or 4 HD: The creature is blinded and stunned for 1d4 rounds, then stunned for 1 round. 5 or more HD: The creature is stunned for 1 round. Sightless creatures are not affected by color spray.
"Ah, in that case, Wilberforce do the honours please," the parrot streaks past the halfling into the hut,
"Please come out Master Proudfoot, there was something moving around in your home in the darkness, but we'll find it and deal with whatever it is. Oh, and is there any chance you are being mind controlled if so try to break the hold, martial your will!"
"Did we wake you up Master Proudfoot?" Terwin asks.
Terwin casts light, so he can get a proper look at the halfling - and try to peek past into the hut. If you are just waking up what was moving around in the dark?
"Well that's true, but you can use the same logic to justify kicking a wall, does not make it a good idea," Terwin says, biting his nails as he eyes the hut anxiously.
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