Bri Leagallow |
Bri watches as the remaining beast take off and then sees the battle still ongoing, Bri grabs an arrow and takes aim trying to be careful not to hit Verzale. Attack: 14+6-4=16 damage: 2
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DM Dreamweaver |
Init
Scardd 23
Degmar 21
Tuon 20
Verzale 18
Skidd 14
Bri 12
Roderick 9
Mystery Creature 9
Creed 7
Bri's bolt streaks towards the monster and passes expertly under Verzales arm but bounces off the creatures scales.
Roderick grabs another arrow and fires it at the creature but the arrow flies wide.
With a snarl the creature turns and runs into the darkness fleeing through the trees.
Verzale gets a AoO then Creed is up.
Verzale |
AoO with flame blade (1d20 5=24, 1d8 1=8)
confirm crit flame blade (1d20 5=21)
crit damage (1d8 1=5)
Lummy. IC likes Verzale today. Flame blade operates as a scimitar in which case the 19 is a crit - for once that was a confirmed crit. Inconceivable!
Hurling himself headlong after red horns, Verzale swings yet again, hair and blade both incandescant with fury.
In goblin
"I told you. Wrong day. Wrong Druid."
DM Dreamweaver |
Verzales flaming blade slices through the creatures back and it collapes to the ground in a spray of blood just as Creed thunders through the trees.
encounter is over
OK it have been a while since I handed out some XP.
The top two apply to everyone but Verzale
So for all the social interaction (dagger game, wrestling, following up leads on your backgrounds....) 1000 XP each
The fight with the flaming wolf thing 500 XP each
For the last fight 800 XP each (including Verzale)
That should put everyone one else to level up.
Go ahead and change your profiles and ask any questions you have in the discussion thread.
Verzale |
As red horns falls, Verzale closes his fist and the flaming blade snaps out. He turns to greet Creed with a rueful grin.
"Should have tried to keep him alive for questioning, but he riled me. Want to take a look for any handy gadgets he's got? I need to tend to Dagmar."
The druid holds out his arms to the white wolf and she jumps up to greet him.
"Hah - my one and only. Let's take a look at you."
Verzale croons at his companion as he swiftly runs his hands over her legs and jaw searching for any signs of damage. Seeing none, he looks over at the wagon and his companions.
"Anyone needing help over there? Nice work with that bow Bri." he comments sidelong to the halfling girl. "Glad I didn't know how good when we met."
\-*^/ |
Scardd, after examining his wounds, spits on the fallen Bugbear, "That hurt furvee deeviil." The Warlock starts kicking it around and searching it. He takes his time examining weapons, searching pockets and pouches, and removing the armor to examine the skin for tattoos or markings. Although the Half-Orc will not say, on a close inspection, one can tell that he is badly hurt.
Fair Tuon Clawed |
And Tuon winces at the bugbear's vicious wound. He also takes a moment to check the arrow graze on his shoulder too.
"Verzale, Scarrd is wounded," he shouts.
Routinely, the mercenary checks over the bodies for clues and treasure. He strips the bodies of anything of value, including armour and weapons, throwing it all in the wagon.
Verzale |
"Nasty looking slice he took out of you friend. Let me look."
Verzale expertly examines the wound and chants a few words over the oozing mess of diced flesh.
Under his eyes, the edges of the wound knit together and although there's still a lot of angry scar tissue, it's clear it will heal well.
"Count it as a trophy Scarrd." says Verzale, grimacing slightly.
DM Dreamweaver |
Search for Scardd
Search for Tuon
Search for Creed
\-*^/ |
"Count it as a trophy Scarrd." says Verzale, grimacing slightly.
Scardd nods, “Among many,” he says as he holds out his arms to show many similar marks. “Thank zu. Vy feel better now.”
The Half-Orc moves back to the Bugbear to examine the body. He pulls out a small bottle filled with fluid. He holds it up to eye level and peers into its depths. Reaching deep into his soul, he wills his power around the bottle.
At-Will Ability to Detect Magic on the bottle.
Scardd then follows Tuon’s example and tosses six gold coins and the Bugbear’s sword into the cart. As the armor is stripped, Scardd stops in mid action. He stands and the armor slips from his grasp with a ‘thrump’ to the ground. “Look,” Scardd points and stares.
Anyone turning to look at the Bugbear, sees the goblinoid’s bare chest. On the chest, over its heart, is a scar. The scar is in the shape of a demon’s hand.
Scardd, his mouth slightly agape, slowly loosens his leather armor and shirt and shows his chest. The Half-Orc bears the same mark.
Verzale |
Verzale stays a little back from Tuon, but looks hard at the mark on Scarrd's chest.
Spellcraft to try and identify the mark - a very long shot, but it's that or Know(Nat). (1d20 8=24)
DM Dreamweaver |
Verzale stays a little back from Tuon, but looks hard at the mark on Scarrd's chest.
Spellcraft to try and identify the mark - a very long shot, but it's that or Know(Nat). (1d20 8=24)
You have never seen the mark before.
Creed of Kord |
"Our little horned friend was nothing more than a goblin in very wicked-looking armor," says Creed emerging from the forest, now back to his own size. He tosses the armor, a scroll tube, and three gold coins into the wagon before noticing everyone's mouth-agape reaction to Scardd.
"What?" Says Creed when he notices the shape of the mark on the Half-Orc's chest. "Well...that's a bit of a surprise, yeah? Haw!"
Without another comment, he turns. "Not that they deserve it, but we should pile and burn these buggers' bodies." He then points to the dead Bugbear, "Him, I'd tie to a stake and stand him near the road as a sign to any more would-be ambushers, yeah?"
Skiddifig Hahdrik |
Skidd relaxes now that the battle is over, and thinks, well that was tough. Now, more than ever, I think I'd best try to work out that spell.
He gets out the orchid and thinks hard. Suddenly, he looks up. "That's it." He breathes, "I understand it now."
DM:
\-*^/ |
After a few moments of initial shock, Scardd slowly comes out of his contemplative stupor. His mouth slowly closes, he shakes he head, and briefly eyes Tuon, "No Anzwerz, but a path iizz given." Nodding in thanks to the warrior for his understanding and friendship, he turns and watches Creed and Verzale gather the bodies. Eventually, the Half-Orc makes his way over to the cart and looks over the gathered loot. Searching deep within his soul once again, where his dark energies swirl and flow, he studies the items.
At-Will Ability to Detect Magic on the items gathered in the cart.
DM Dreamweaver |
Scardd
With everyone working together under the moon light the goblins are buried and the bugbear is hung by his feet in a tree near the road as the grissily warning. The last shovel of dirt is patted down a the night passes it zenith.
Roughly a little after midnight.
Now what is the plan?
Creed of Kord |
Creed approaches Tuon after the work of digging the grave is done. His eyes widen as he sees the man's wounds. "You are wounded! Why did you not say something before?"
Creed casts CLW on Tuon (1d8+3=10).
Still holding his holy symbol, Creed turns and asks, "Who else is still injured, for Kord's sake?"
\-*^/ |
Scardd cloaks his soul and pulls his energies away from the cart. Nodding his head, he looks up at the starry night. He sucks in a deep clean breath of fresh air.
Taking his eyes from the sky, the Warlock looks at his companions, “Do zu zhiink thiizz wazzz all of zem?” He waives a hand at the dirt mound and the hanging Bugbear. “Ve found out zat a dog attacked ze caravan alzo and ze Dwarf zaid zat zhe vould like ze body of her friend back. Maybe Roderrriiiick can track zem to zheir lair. Vhat do zu all zhink? Ve could alwayzzz make camp here for ze night and zee iiff more zhow up.”
Verzale |
"The dogs could have been the Krenshar Bri and I took down in the forest. There's a body there. We should return him to Keeper's Dale.
The Krenshar came from somewhere. Looking for the lair's a good plan."
Finally, Verzale turns to Tuon.
"Look, I know you don't like me. I understand that and I partly understand why. What I don't understand is that you'd jeopardise a whole party because you're too proud to take offered help. So, next time you're injured, if I can heal you, I'm going to. Whether you want it or not. That's how it works."
Then he looks at Creed.
"You're the one with the priestly skills. Want to come and offer the poor soul in the woods some comforting words before we carry him back? I think he'd be grateful. Whoever he was, he's not resting easy."
Creed of Kord |
"You're the one with the priestly skills. Want to come and offer the poor soul in the woods some comforting words before we carry him back? I think he'd be grateful. Whoever he was, he's not resting easy."
"Haw!" Creed snorts, "Comforting words for the dead? Will he hear them, I wonder?" Creed turns towards the forest. "Come!" he booms, "let us talk to your dead man, yeah? Ha!"
\-*^/ |
Verzale and Creed move off into the forest. Their discussion of the dead body has Scardd thinking. He moves over to stare at the hanging Bugbear and the mark on its chest. He unconsciously places a hand on his own chest and rubs at his heart. Staring at the creature, his mind wonders. If things were different, would that be him hanging there.
Fair Tuon Clawed |
Tuon's face mottles.
His eyes flash lavender and grunting through gritted teeth, he says, "heal up!"
The last wound closes. Pointing at Verzale he gives his trademark death's head grin, "save your healing for those that need it, you fool!"
DM Spoiler
He stomps off laughing to himself.
Verzale |
"When a man doesn't like wolves and meets a druid who may have cursed a friend of his, he's going to be touchy."
Verzale shrugs and smiles at Creed with some resignation.
"Don't worry about it. It may take a while. All I can really do is keep Dagmar out of his reach. I've got a temper and I can protect myself. She's the trusting type."
DM Dreamweaver |
Moving away from the hanging Bugbear and his own thoughts, Scardd finds his Ranger companion, "Zo, Roderiiick, any zight of a trail zheze beazzztiezzz left?"
Roderick looks at the half-orc, "I don't know if the krenshar left a trail but the raiders did take a wagon and that should be pretty easy to track. I think we should start there after we recover the body."
Bri Leagallow |
Look at the pretty butterflies!! Bri thinks as she wanders around for the past week in total chaos. Sorry I started a new client for bookkeeping and I am now working from 7:30 til noon throw swimming lessons and normal things and I have had no time, And our DM has been giving me looks! Bri wanders after Tuon somehow feeling safe with him. As they group passes the wolf like creature Bri gives it a little kick and manages to stub her toe but doesn't say anything to anybody. Bri goes to help with the body even somehow she doesn't feel like she will be much help.
DM Dreamweaver |
The group walks through the trees and enters the clearing. You silently wrap the mangled body in a canvas from the wagon and bear it back to the road. Roderick takes a quick look around and easily finds the tracks from the stolen wagon.
"The tracks lead into the trees to an old road hidden by some brush and trees. I think we should camp here for the rest of the night and get on the trail early in the morning." Roderick says as he walks out of the trees.
\-*^/ |
Scardd nods to Roderick, "Zo, ve make camp for ze night? I vill take Meeedle vatch. Vy zee better in ze dark. Vake me in a few hourzzzz."
Scardd will aid in finding a spot and setting camp.
If needed, Spot Check (Roll 15+0=15), Listen Check (Roll 8+0=8)
Sorry for the short post. Hopefully last busy day for the week.
Verzale |
Verzale puts his woodland skills to use surveying the area for a good place to camp.
Spot, Survival and listen checks (1d20 7=25, 1d20 9=13, 1d20 7=27)
"We'd better set a watch. I know Tuon's not going to like this, but a wolf is a better scout than any humanoid born. I'll take my turn with Dagmar and anyone else who wants to keep an eye on both of us." he says placidly.
Fair Tuon Clawed |
Once camp is found by Vezale and her pet, the mercenary tends his weapons and armour. He makes sure that the gear is holding out fine and then sets about putting a sharp edge on the longsword.
If wood is needed, the soldier goes off to collect what fallen branches and the like he can find.
Fair Tuon Clawed |
Once camp is found by Vezale and his pet, the mercenary tends his weapons and armour. He makes sure that the gear is holding out fine and then sets about putting a sharp edge on the longsword.
If wood is needed, the soldier goes off to collect what fallen branches and the like he can find.
Weird
Creed of Kord |
Once his equipment is sorted, Tuon takes a walk around the camp perimeter. Then he returns to Creed and stays with him for a while.
"Do you think they'll be back tonight?" he asks poking the earth with a sharp twig.
Creed shrugs. "Animals feed when they're hungry," he says by way of an answer. After a pause, Creed adds an observation, "You don't like wolves much, Tuon."
Fair Tuon Clawed |
Tuon looks around to see where Rodrick is. Its a reflex.
"Yeah, a diseased one just like that....wolf ripped up my family some. I survived thanks to Roderick." The mercenary waves a hand across his face of scars.
"I... well it was rough burying our mother. She was....." He throws the twig away.
And looks at Creed venomously, "that wolf makes me remember things I keep buried. No one should trust such a beast. They're killers."
The small twig snaps and he throws the bits away.
Creed of Kord |
And looks at Creed venomously, "that wolf makes me remember things I keep buried. No one should trust such a beast. They're killers."
"Ah, save your poisonous looks for one that deserves 'em, yeah?" Says Creed, annoyed.
"That dog isn't your enemy, and you know it. The things you'd keep buried, they're the killers. They'll eat you from the inside before Verzale's wolf'd even nibble your nuts."
"Look," says Creed, calmer, "I'll not pretend to be the smartest man in the world, and I never knew my mother to bury her or no. But, you're not the only man to suffer loss, and treating a man and his wolf like dirt isn't likely to change one thing for the better...and it's likely to change a-many for the worse." He adds a firm, "hmm," as punctuation.