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the animals are here!, thought Whisperleaf. She quickly became her halfling self, lest the 2 cats decide she looked like a tempting meal. Leaning against the railing, she frantically waved her arms and yelled as loudly as she could. "Hurry! Your animals are here! Hurry!" She turned back to what remained of the ship and spoke to the animals, "Your people come, my friends. Let's get off this wreck and onto firm ground. Come, kitties! Come, little one!" She began to clamber down off the wreck. Hopefully there would still be time to search it when the others arrived. In the mean time she wanted to get the animals to safety.

"Look!" yelled Whisperleaf, pointing across the small inlet at what appeared to be the back half of their ship.
" I don't think it's going to last long! Ula, can you swim across? I can fly ahead and join you there. The others that are able can join us as soon as they can. We need to see if there's anything else that is salvageable, or anyone else still living." She looked around again at the others. "Someone also needs to stay with what little we have and the "prisoner". He won't be able to defend himself like that."

Whisperleaf shifts to Falcon form and takes flight toward the remains of the ship. She comes to rest on what remains of the railing, waiting for the others to catch up.

She lands at point B in D1. That is, as soon as it's her turn for action, lol

It's been awhile, lol. I know I have to move to the target and specify. Not that you can tell, lol. I totally forgot. BOB wouldn't like Pathfinder ::GRIN:: BOB is GOD ;) lol. Thank you for continuing my attack and damage rolls. I couldn't remember exactly how a crit roll went. I'll get the hang of this again soon. :D

Whisperleaf stepped back and rested for a moment, using her quarterstaff for support. Her feral nature retreated as the dire need for action ended. Had her Shillelagh failed, she'd have reverted to tooth and claw. It was still difficult to not instinctively shift to one of her feral forms as she'd done while a child in the deep forests. Her fey markings faded with the returning calm, the deep glowing gold and silver returning to the shades of green that looked like tattooing across her brow and down her cheeks.
She watched the Undine push herself off of the scorpion creature and asked her, "Are these things edible? If so, we need to not waste their deaths." She looked around at their location, sizing up her companions and their situation. From what she could see thus far, it appeared that their ship had foundered on the rocks off shore. But, if that were true, where was the wreckage? A strange situation.she thought to herself. here we are, stranded on a beach with no ship or remains of a ship in site and a few belongs in a pile rather than strewn down the beach.
She spoke to no one in particular, "Anyone have any idea where we are?
perception: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (14) + 10 = 24

I also just realized that, because I didn't move and Gin moved in front of me, I may have hit him instead, which means it's even better that I rolled such low damage, lol. Because I was facing the scorpion and I rolled zero damage, I may have come at an angle and just missed Gins' head. But, there may be other things to consider here. I know that if I was playing on one of my old DMs campaigns, he'd have found a way for me to have hit the person in front of me, lol.

Yeah, I apparently forgot to move toward it. :p which is probably just as well, since all I did was give it a glancing blow with no damage. I guess my depth perception is a bit off ;) lol

As the man scuttled backward and the blonde halfling pushed in front of her to shoot arrows at the remaining live scorpion thing, Whisperleaf decided it was time to finish this business. She recognized the blonde halfling finally as Gin, a companion from the ship she last remembered being on. She stifled the memories that began to flicker through her mind. Now was not the time for that puzzle. Now was the time for action. Taking aim with her Shillelagh she gathered her strength for a blow between the creatures' eyes. If nothing else, mayhap I'll blind it., she thought to herself.
Attack: 1d20 - 2 + 1 ⇒ (20) - 2 + 1 = 19
dmg if hits: 1d8 - 2 + 1 ⇒ (1) - 2 + 1 = 0

Well... That didn't go well >.< Nothing like rolling a crit and doing zero damage, lol.

Looking back over everything, I get the same thing. Should be the beginning of round 4. That's what we get for rushing her, lol. ;)

Whisperleaf looked about and saw one scorpion thing dead and about half the people with her up and moving. There were 2 still laying unconscious nearby. She looked toward the bug nearest to her that had been pushed back toward the water by the Undine and back to the unconscious. Gin was closest to the woman and could work on waking her, but the scorpion thing was closest to the man. He was too heavy for her to drag further, so she opted for moving to him and started shaking him roughly while continuing to scream and cuss in multiple languages. She kept her attention on the scorpion thing while she jerked on the mans' clothing and beat on his chest.

"Bloody Blazes! I sigh to myself as I prepare to cast another spell. So much for that idea. Too bad. Well, if we kill one, maybe they're edible. I cast Shillelagh on my staff in preparation to hit something.
ah, ok. Thanks

I see that some of the others are starting to awaken and continue the ruckus I'm creating. The scorpion thing has decided it still wants a bite of me. Hopefully it will discover I don't taste good or I'm not worth the trouble.
I gather my strength and prepare to swing a blow at it when another thought occurs to me. Rather than injure it, perhaps I can persuade it that it doesn't want to eat me. I cast Wild Empathy rather than hurt a creature who is simply hungry.

Wild Empathy: 1d20 + 1 + 0 - 2 ⇒ (12) + 1 + 0 - 2 = 11

I wasn't sure if I still needed to subtract the 2pts for being sick from a spell since it's non-damaging, but I did it anyway just in case

ok, I changed it to reflect the actions I can do this round. Been a while since I rolled attacks and even then the online program did the rolling for us most of the time. :p lol, I'll get the hang of it again. :D

"YEOW! I reached behind me and came up against a pile of things. I scuttled backward, and managed to find my quarterstaff amidst the pile. Gathering my wits while the giant bug was startled back, I took a quick survey and found three large, wet and HUGE scorpion-like creatures approaching and several unconscious people. My foot still hurt badly and was trailing blood as I moved.
Apparently my screech of pain had an effect on at least one of my companions. I kept up a litany of curses in both Common and Hafling at a nerve jangling screech, hoping to jolt the others out of their stupor. My only other choice would be to shift into one of my animal forms and flee, leaving them to their fate. I was loathe to do that, though. Humans as a whole might not have done well by me, but these had been my companions and none had offered me harm.

Fixed on both :) oh, the fey foundling feat is the difference on Whisper. I chose adopted as a trait, which gives me an added trait since she was adopted by humans. What I don't know is whether this means I put additional bonuses in the trait box or if I just put the word "human", which is what I did for now.

And this is Elizabeth on my feral Halfling Druid. Fey Foundling.

This is Elizabeths' Halfling Druid

I've created a Halfling Druid who was a Fey Foundling. Found and adopted by a human family. My only problem is that this requires I choose a racial trait. Took me awhile to figure out how to do it, but I'm not sure if I did it completely correctly. I chose "Custom Trait" and then typed "Human" in the box and chose Racial Trait. I don't know if I was supposed to type in a race, or a trait that humans have, such as +2 to all abilities or something like that.

Oh, this is Elizabeth ;)