Lucien is unimpressed by the conduct of the halfling and the Akkadian in the face of danger. However, with a sigh, he begins to plan his attack on the creature.
The creature lumbers closer. All of you can see it now, and those of you with ranged attacks can attack in the first round (Dantis, you will have to wait until the second round for your ranged sneak attack, but it will hit).
I would like to keep this in initiative order as much as possable, so here it is so you know when to post: Arik, Dantis, Lucien, Davos, Wulf, then the creature.
Those of you who cannot attack until the second round can post your action now, while the ranged attacks are being fired (if any).
Arik get his crossbow out, puting his horn and rapier away if Arik is not near the monster within 80ft then for the first round Arik moves toward him.
Your bolt imbeds itself into the creature's hide. It speeds up its attemp to reach you, ferocity and vengeance in its eyes.
Davos raises his wand and shouts a strange word. A bolt of sizzeling energy streaks from the tip, lancing toward the creature and striking it in the chest.
Wulf steps forward, placing himself squarely between the charging beast and the "weaker" memebers of the party. Calmly, almost casually, he walks towards the creature. holding his shortspear at the ready until he is within striking distance, before he begins to suddenly stab wildly, all the while shouting at the top of his lungs.
It is his hope that his reckless, inaccurate strikes will be enough to throw the creature on the defensive, and keep its attention on him.
Lucien is about ten feet away from Wulf, and the same distance from the creature. The elven-blooded wanderer braces himself against the charging beast, whirling his flail and shouting a savage battle cry.
The creature gets to go first, as Wulf ran up to it.
The bizzare freak of nature slashes at you with its talon-like claws, and thrashes about, trying and succeeding to bite you with its hooked beak.
Arik goes first in the second round, then Danits' and Lucien's actions resolve. However, as I know that he will not be posting until tomorrow, I will allow Davos to break the initiative order if he is here just for speed.
The creature gets to go first, as Wulf ran up to it.
The bizzare freak of nature slashes at you with its talon-like claws, and thrashes about, trying and succeeding to bite you with its hooked beak.
Arik goes first in the second round, then Danits' and Lucien's actions resolve. However, as I know that he will not be posting until tomorrow, I will allow Davos to break the initiative order if he is here just for speed.
Davos chants a mantra, twirls his fingers, and focuses the power of his faith into Wulf.
I assumed you ran up to it, so you both attacked in the first round. (I figured it was close enough for that if both one of you and it moved towards each other.) It is the second round now, so your new attack still comes before its action.
Oh, and to Lucien: yes.
I assumed you ran up to it, so you both attacked in the first round. (I figured it was close enough for that if both one of you and it moved towards each other.) It is the second round now, so your new attack still comes before its action.
Oh, and to Lucien: yes.
Oh, and to Lucien: yes.
Lucien's flail smites the beast, its stone head burying itself in the creature's feathery hide.
I take a step backwards and then kneel down, steadying my bow. When I feel that I have a clear shot I fire but a gust of wind knocks my aim off and my arrow goes flying into the grass, several feet from its mark.
I take a step backwards and then kneel down, steadying my bow. When I feel that I have a clear shot I fire but a gust of wind knocks my aim off and my arrow goes flying into the grass, several feet from its mark.
You were readying a ranged sneak attack for this round, and that one hit. Your bolt buries itself in a vulnerable spot in the creature's flesh due to its attention being turned to Lucien and Wulf.
Arik has informed me that he will not be able to post tonight, so I will be momentarily taking over his character:
Arik raises a horn made of bone to his lips, and a haunting tune wafts over the area. The creature looks up, and pauses, apparently listening to the music.
Now it is Wulf's initiative again.
Arik has informed me that he will not be able to post tonight, so I will be momentarily taking over his character:
Arik raises a horn made of bone to his lips, and a haunting tune wafts over the area. The creature looks up, and pauses, apparently listening to the music.
Now it is Wulf's initiative again.
Wulf stumbles back slightly, feeling intense pain where the creature's claws and beak tore through his armor and into flesh. He bites back a tinge of fear, and lets the pain soak into his mind, as the world starts to go red. He utters a strange, gutteral word in his native language, causing his spear to burst forth with arcing electricity.
Slamming one fist into his chest, he lets out a primal roar before lunging forward with the spear, thrusting furiously with both hands.
Attack roll total 28. Damage total: 14
Your spear flares to life, plunging deep into the creature's hide. Your rage drives it even deeper into its heart. It collapses, nearly crushing you but you push it away. Your heart races in your fury, revelling in the blood and ferocity you are now seeped with and covered in.
Attack roll total 28. Damage total: 14
Your spear flares to life, plunging deep into the creature's hide. Your rage drives it even deeper into its heart. It collapses, nearly crushing you but you push it away. Your heart races in your fury, revelling in the blood and ferocity you are now seeped with and covered in.
Wulf unable to control his fury, he produces his axe and proceeds to hack the head from the unfortunate beast, until his anger fades and he's left with the stunning realization that he has just vented his fury in a most unsettling way. Dazed, he steps back, leaning on his spear and breathing heavily, looking thoroughly worn. Finally, regaining most of his composure, he cuts one of the beast's large, sharp talons free, and stows it carefully into his pack as a trophy.
He utters another strange command word, and the electricity surrounding his spear vanishes as instantly as it came.
Wulf unable to control his fury, he produces his axe and proceeds to hack the head from the unfortunate beast, until his anger fades and he's left with the stunning realization that he has just vented his fury in a most unsettling way. Dazed, he steps back, leaning on his spear and breathing heavily, looking thoroughly worn. Finally, regaining most of his composure, he cuts one of the beast's large, sharp talons free, and stows it carefully into his pack as a trophy.
Lucien stands off to the side, smiling and shaking his head.
After a moment, he walks toward the owlbear corpse. Kneeling, he produces a long steel dagger from the folds of his cloak. Lucien proceeds to cut out the creature's eyes and tongue, placing them in a small bag around his waist. Next, he plucks a feather from the beast and fastens it in his long, braided hair.
Lucien stands off to the side, smiling and shaking his head.
After a moment, he walks toward the owlbear corpse. Kneeling, he produces a long steel dagger from the folds of his cloak. Lucien proceeds to cut out the creature's eyes and tongue, placing them in a small bag around his waist. Next, he plucks a feather from the beast and fastens it in his long, braided hair.
Arik looks Lucain "Lucain, why do you do that?" Arik laughts "Pretty soon that bag will filled up and smell badly, i don't see any use of it. Its nasty! "
Arik looks Lucain "Lucain, why do you do that?" Arik laughts "Pretty soon that bag will filled up and smell badly, i don't see any use of it. Its nasty! "Lucien stands off to the side, smiling and shaking his head.
After a moment, he walks toward the owlbear corpse. Kneeling, he produces a long steel dagger from the folds of his cloak. Lucien proceeds to cut out the creature's eyes and tongue, placing them in a small bag around his waist. Next, he plucks a feather from the beast and fastens it in his long, braided hair.
"Spell components," replies Lucien.
Also, if anyone is watching closely,
Arik puts his pack on the ground. "Hey Wulf, take this!" Arik hands the potion to Wulf, "This will help." "Whoever needs potions i have some more left... well 9 left actually."
Arik puts his pack on the ground. "Hey Wulf, take this!" Arik hands the potion to Wulf, "This will help." "Whoever needs potions i have some more left... well 9 left actually."
Wulf offers a half-bow of respect and thanks, and takes the potion. He gulps it down almost recklessly, and lets out a small sigh as he feels the Great Spirits ease his wounds.
Feeling somewhat better, Wulf looks down at himself and growls in annoyance. His treasured family armor has been hopelessly marred by large claw tears and is stained beyond relief by the blood and gore of the strange beast.
Angrily, he hurls the empty potion flask, finding only minor pleasure in hearing it shatter, and gives the beast's carcass one last angry kick for good measure.
Arik puts his pack on the ground. "Hey Wulf, take this!" Arik hands the potion to Wulf, "This will help." "Whoever needs potions i have some more left... well 9 left actually."Wulf offers a half-bow of respect and thanks, and takes the potion. He gulps it down almost recklessly, and lets out a small sigh as he feels the Great Spirits ease his wounds.
Feeling somewhat better, Wulf looks down at himself and growls in annoyance. His treasured family armor has been hopelessly marred by large claw tears and is stained beyond relief by the blood and gore of the strange beast.
Angrily, he hurls the empty potion flask, finding only minor pleasure in hearing it shatter, and gives the beast's carcass one last angry kick for good measure.
Arik looks at Wulf in shock ".... nevermind, so the beast is dead, we should leave before someone comes."
Feeling somewhat better, Wulf looks down at himself and growls in annoyance. His treasured family armor has been hopelessly marred by large claw tears and is stained beyond relief by the blood and gore of the strange beast.
Angrily, he hurls the empty potion flask, finding only minor pleasure in hearing it shatter, and gives the beast's carcass one last angry kick for good measure.
Lucien chuckles once more as he ambles over towards Thorn. After securing himself on the elk's back, he looks pointedly at Wulf.
"Not to worry, Wulfdayn. After the next sunrise, the Ghost Woman may see fit to grant me the power to repair such light damage."
I smile and say "I'm not hurt." before getting back in the saddle of my war pony.
I smile and say "I'm not hurt." before getting back in the saddle of my war pony.
Wulf scowls at the halfing, and mutters something unintelligible under his breath.
He turns to Lucien, suddenly overcome by an unfamiliar feeling of paranoia.
He finds himself fidgeting slightly as he speaks, glancing about him as if trying to find hidden eyes watching him.
"...Ghost Woman? Do you find such things in these lands?"
You are free to continue your extended RP scene, I'm just here to inform you that night is falling, and you will all need rest to recover from your ordeal (not just the owlbear: I'm including the escape too.)
As night begins to fall, Davos looks around at the darkening landscape nervously. "Doesn't anyone think we should find a place for a camp and a fire? It's getting pretty dark."
He turns to Lucien, suddenly overcome by an unfamiliar feeling of paranoia.
He finds himself fidgeting slightly as he speaks, glancing about him as if trying to find hidden eyes watching him."...Ghost Woman? Do you find such things in these lands?"
"The spirit of the Ghost Woman found me in my dreams after..."
A faraway look enters Lucien's eyes as his face hardens momentarily.
"... anyway, she has helped me ever since, giving me guidance, and gifting me with eldritch power. And some distant day, she shall come to take me to the forest of the spirits..."
The wanderer smiles as he appears to stare into space...
As night begins to fall, Davos looks around at the darkening landscape nervously. "Doesn't anyone think we should find a place for a camp and a fire? It's getting pretty dark."
I agree with you, finding a place to sleep would be a good thing." Arik laughts and speaks in the tongue only Wulf speaks "It will be better than sleeping on that cramped cell, i am happy to be out of that place."
"The Ghost Woman? Whats that?" I ask as I look at Lucien inquisitively, ignoring the barabrian's muttering. I get off of my pony and begin to look around for firewood while whistling a merry tune from my homeland.
"The Ghost Woman? Whats that?" I ask as I look at Lucien inquisitively, ignoring the barabrian's muttering.
Lucien quickly regains his haughty demeanor.
"Well, if you'd been listening, halfling, you'd know."
"Theres no need to be nasty about it. I have been listening but I still don't know what this 'Ghost Woman' is. Is she some kind of god or is she your patron or what?"
"Theres no need to be nasty about it. I have been listening but I still don't know what this 'Ghost Woman' is. Is she some kind of god or is she your patron or what?"
"She is a spirit of great power, mistress of revenants and wolves, the caller in the night."
"Okay, it looks like I'm not gonna get anything other than riddles out of you so nevermind. I don't want to know anymore" With that I begin to rummage through my pack, looking for my rations.
"Theres no need to be nasty about it. I have been listening but I still don't know what this 'Ghost Woman' is. Is she some kind of god or is she your patron or what?""She is a spirit of great power, mistress of revenants and wolves, the caller in the night."
As Lucain and Dantis argue about the "Ghost woman" Arik looks at the sky, "I wish i could meet her... maybe she will be in my dreams, she sounds powerful." Arik dazes at the sky smiling as if he could see her,
As Lucain and Dantis argue about the "Ghost woman" Arik looks at the sky, "I wish i could meet her... maybe she will be in my dreams, she sounds powerful." Arik dazes at the sky smiling as if he could see her,"Theres no need to be nasty about it. I have been listening but I still don't know what this 'Ghost Woman' is. Is she some kind of god or is she your patron or what?""She is a spirit of great power, mistress of revenants and wolves, the caller in the night."
Wulf glares hard at the halfling, muttering curses under his breath as he barely restrains the urge to punt the detatched little hanger-on into the next valley.
He sighs finally, deciding that it wouldn't do any good anyway, and notices that night is indeed falling. He looks up at the sky and the fading light, attempting to judge what weather can be expected throughout the night.He glances at Arik, and speaks firmly in their native tongue.
"Be careful what you wish for, Sworn-Brother. Dark spirits thrive on such small utterances as that. Guard your words and thoughts well, lest you conjure up something that should not be met."
As Lucain and Dantis argue about the "Ghost woman" Arik looks at the sky, "I wish i could meet her... maybe she will be in my dreams, she sounds powerful." Arik dazes at the sky smiling as if he could see her,"Theres no need to be nasty about it. I have been listening but I still don't know what this 'Ghost Woman' is. Is she some kind of god or is she your patron or what?""She is a spirit of great power, mistress of revenants and wolves, the caller in the night."Wulf glares hard at the halfling, muttering curses under his breath as he barely restrains the urge to punt the detatched little hanger-on into the next valley.
He sighs finally, deciding that it wouldn't do any good anyway, and notices that night is indeed falling. He looks up at the sky and the fading light, attempting to judge what weather can be expected throughout the night.He glances at Arik, and speaks firmly in their native tongue.
"Be careful what you wish for, Sworn-Brother. Dark spirits thrive on such small utterances as that. Guard your words and thoughts well, lest you conjure up something that should not be met."
Arik looks sliently at the ground, thinks then goes to his pack grabs his horn and as the sun starts to set blows his horn softy once. Then falls asleep when it is dark.
As the sun dips beneath the horizon, Lucien allows Thorn to bed down a short distance from the group. Lucien himself strides overe toward a nearby hillock and sits down, cross-legged, his eyes staring toward the horizon.
OK, now that you are all getting ready for sleep, I'd like to remind you to post watches, and that Lucien, Arik, and Davos need at least 6 contiguous hours of sleep.
OK, now that you are all getting ready for sleep, I'd like to remind you to post watches, and that Lucien, Arik, and Davos need at least 6 contiguous hours of sleep.
"I'll take first watch"
"I'll take second watch." I say and roll out my bedroll by the fire.
"I'll take second watch." I say and roll out my bedroll by the fire.
"And I'll be happy to keep you company on watch this eve!" Wulf says to the halfling with an evil grin.