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Urga the Ogre Prophet staggers into the warm glow of the tavern, bringing pitchers of ale for the group, "Drink well my friends! Storm clouds gather on the horizon and I fear that soon fate will test our mettle. Strong drink will fortify you for the trials ahead. But, I see that I have interrupted. Please, continue with your stories. I would know who I ride to battle with."

Init: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (18) + 4 = 22
Perception: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (12) + 5 = 17

Urga charges at the disturbance on the edge of camp and attacks with his falchion.

Attack: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (15) + 7 = 22
Damage: 2d4 + 6 ⇒ (2, 1) + 6 = 9

Perception: 1d20 - 15 ⇒ (15) - 15 = 0

Urga offers to take the last watch.

Don't feel guilty Chillblame. We appreciate you stepping into the gap and GMing as long as you did. It's completely understandable if you don't have time to GM.

I'm good keeping it going if we can find another GM.

On his turn Urga will move up to the weasel and will attack with his falchion.

Attack: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (16) + 7 = 23
Damage: 2d4 + 6 ⇒ (3, 1) + 6 = 10

Initiative: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (1) + 4 = 5
Perception: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (3) + 5 = 8

Urga will likewise scan the perimeter looking for trouble.

Perceptions: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (1) + 5 = 6

Perception: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (7) + 5 = 12

Urga shakes his head. "We don't know where the trail leads. I'm sure death and the darkness of deep winter await us. Let's move out."

Urga heads down the path.

Urga shakes Sildur's hand and pats Dru on the back. "God speed Sildur."

He then grunts a greeting to the new comers, "Greetings, I am Urga and these are my friends. It seems that a preternatural winter has descended across the land. We fear that the witches of Irrisen are somehow involved. So far, we have only battled their fey and bandit minions. We are hoping this trail will lead to more clues. Welcome to the Party."

Welcome to the game Lialda and Yh'ari!

I think we could benefit from a full caster. The arcanist looks good to me.

That's too bad. Yes, I think we should recruit.

Urga points at the trail with his extended falchion, "Let us end this menace and unlock the land from this supernatural winter."

Urga starts heading down the trail.

Level 3 HP: 1d8 ⇒ 6

Urga's profile has been updated for Level 3.

Urga says a silent prayer for the girl's soul.

"I am eager to be gone from this cursed hut. Shall we see if we can pick up the trail of the creature we were tracking?"

Urga nods at Rikael, "Gorum has protected me from the doll's magic."

"We must destroy the gem Rikael."

Will Save: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (14) + 2 = 16

Urga stares at the gem in wonder,"Yes, perhaps we should break the gem if that will free her soul. I say do it."

Urga will search the rest of the hut for anything of interest. He will take 20 on the perception check.

Urga again roars and brings his over sized falchion down on the doll.

Attack: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (17) + 6 = 23
Damage: 2d6 + 6 ⇒ (6, 5) + 6 = 17

Fort: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (20) + 2 = 22

Urga shakes off the cold and swings again at the doll.

Attack: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (14) + 6 = 20
Damage: 2d6 + 6 + 1 ⇒ (6, 3) + 6 + 1 = 16

With a roar, Urga attacks the doll with his falchion.

Attack: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (12) + 6 = 18
Damage: 2d6 + 6 ⇒ (1, 4) + 6 = 11

Initiative: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (14) + 2 = 16

Urga will cast enlarge person on himself.

Urga shields his eyes with his sword and turns away, "There is a strange pattern of light on the walls. I fear this is a trap. Somebody destroy that doll."

Urga cautiously walks around the chair, inspecting the room. "I smell the foul odor of witchcraft."

Perception: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (8) + 4 = 12

Urga stops and turns to Rikael and Agatha, "Do we proceed? If the witches whom brought this winter reside within, then I think we must."

"Is it house or beast?"

Urga will cautiously approach the front door and will look in.

Will Save: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (4) + 2 = 6

Urga approaches with Sturion, weapon ready.

Urga casts divine favor on himself.

Urga brushes away the snow and growls, "The time for games is over. We must assume that this is either fey or witch."

Urga advanced into the clearing with his weapon ready.

Urga barks a command where the girl disappeared.

"Enough trickery, surrender yourself or face the consequences!"

Intimidate: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (2) + 8 = 10

Urga will detect magic on the area.

Urga readies his falchion but will other wise remain motionless, attempting to discern the source of the singing.

Perception: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (7) + 3 = 10

Urga nods at Agatha and sets about disarming and collecting the traps. He searches the area for anything else of interest.

Perception: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (2) + 3 = 5

Urga approaches the skeleton for a closer look.

Perception: 1d20 + 3 + 5 ⇒ (16) + 3 + 5 = 24

Urga will also offer healing to anyone whom needs it.

"Let's keep moving."

Strength Check: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (14) + 4 = 18

Ref: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (5) + 2 = 7

Urga spends the next round pulling his sword from the downed tree.

Urga isn't on the map but I assume he is within move distance of a tree.

Attack: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (5) + 6 = 11
Damage: 2d4 + 6 ⇒ (1, 2) + 6 = 9

Initiative: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (20) + 4 = 24

Perception: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (7) + 3 = 10

"We should be on our way. Can you follow the trail of the weasel, Thorn?"

Urga nods solemnly at Thorn, "Lead on brother."

Urga guards the perimeter.

Perception: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (8) + 4 = 12

Urga shakes his head, "I know nothing of Irrisen. But I do have experience with evil, such as these witches. If I've learned one thing, it is that evil needs no rationale for cruelty. Depravity is an end in itself."

"It's starting to snow harder. Let us be on our way."

Urga attacks with his falchion.

Attack: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (10) + 6 = 16
Damage: 2d4 + 6 ⇒ (3, 3) + 6 = 12

Urga drops the crossbow, picks up his falchion and moves to Izore's position, across from Sturion.

Urga will fire another bolt at the fey.

Attack: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (19) + 3 = 22
Damage: 1d8 ⇒ 2

Crit Check: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (19) + 3 = 22
Damage: 1d8 ⇒ 8