Not yet. It was waning 3 days from full last night; you don't know when it rose because the sky's so overcast.
DA!
It has total concealment from the planet it's hiding behind. Don't feel bad.
What kind birds are in this area ?
Survival
1d20+5=9 noting the kinds of birds drawn to carrion...
You see some seagulls; they're known for nibbling on carrion. Down by a baitshack/boathouse on the beach, they're squabbling over fishscraps. Few flying about.
See thou no rooks, nor buzzards.
Elgan nods his agreement to Harvak.
"Show 'nuff. Ah'm no tracker, but Ah'll be gled ta hep ya tek a look aroun'. He replies, smiling in his open, boyish way.
Elgan looks sideways at Harvak when asked about an animal companion. "Not eck'zac'ly." He replies. In an instant he shimmers and becomes a small grey wolf. In another instant he is an elf again. "Yah cood say, Ah'm muh own bes' fren'!" He says smiling, then shifts into the wolf once more, happily wagging his tail.
Elgan accompanies Harvak as he look around the area, sniffing around and checking out the wildlife.
Elgan's Knowledge(Nature) and Survival rolls: (1d20 7=17, 1d20 7=25)
Survival 25? You find some funny little tracks amongst the shrubbery of the moors. This critcher would be kneehigh to a human and walk on two legs with a hopping gait. A tail smudge is here and there betwixt the footfalls.
The toes number three; they seem rodentlike, but with a monkeylike grasping big toe, splayed out to the side of the foot.
You can't track them though. You number 4 or 5 of them maybe(?)
Yall nal don seen notting lie dat afow nal bow.
Harvak laughs a deep bellied chuckle as the elf changes into wolf form then back to elf form; he then replies "Whatever do you do when b&#%@ wolves are in heat?"
"Elgan the tracks you've found disturb me greatly, I'm thinking kobolds but I feelin something far more evil may be aloof in this land"!
"Elgan the tracks you've found disturb me greatly, I'm thinking kobolds but I feelin something far more evil may be aloof in this land"!
Harvak laughs a deep bellied chuckle as the elf changes into wolf form then back to elf form; he then replies "Whatever do you do when b@**& wolves are in heat?"
Elgan-the-wolf looks at Harvak for a moment, smiling the doggie/wolfish grin, and then shivers as he changes from grey wolf to a small, sleek black hunting cat. The cat wears the same toothy grin the wolf did.
Elgan wanders in and out of the edge of the wilderness as they walk around the area. When he comes across the tracks almost hidden behind some bushes, he shifts back into his natural form and calls, "Harvak, Ah t'ink ah foun' sumtin'."
"Elgan the tracks you've found disturb me greatly, I'm thinking kobolds but I feelin something far more evil may be aloof in this land"!
"Mo'e evil den Kobol's? Dat's not hard ta 'magine!" Elgan snickers.
"Although I'm weary of that tidepool area at the west of thorp, I am in need a cold mead and a pipe or two, what say you Elgan?, it is now time to scout the rumors of the locals and see what we may gleen from them, perhaps they have seen such creatures make the tracks we saw."
"Although I'm weary of that tidepool area at the west of thorp, I am in need a cold mead and a pipe or two, what say you Elgan?, it is now time to scout the rumors of the locals and see what we may gleen from them, perhaps they have seen such creatures make the tracks we saw."
"Waal, Ya'all mite find dis haard ta believe, but dey say dat I have a way wit words. Lead on ah say. If'n dere's wan t'ing ah do like abou' ya'all from outsi'e de deepwood, is dat ya'all do know how ta mak' a decen' brew!" The elf grins as he falls into step alongside of the much taller half-orc, heading back to the Halfway House.
Beldan watches as the half orc and the elf wander off and begin peering into tidal pools, ranging up and down the hill and all around.
“Anyway,” he says, shaking his head before turning to the others. “Let’s go to the inn. Get some rooms, have a few drinks,” he looks somewhat gloomily around the little thorp. “Should be fun.”
"And even if there's no actual fun to be had, there's always drinking... That cat/dog/whatsit trick he's got is rather neat. How does he do it?"
"Di' someain say drinkin'?"
When Elgan shifts to cat,...he smells something musky on the breeze; if you could smell an emotion than an extreme murderous rage would be the way to describe this odor.
(I called Elgan 'Eltanin.' oops...edit...)
Sounds like a plan. All this 'backwoods' trekking is increasing my desire for an intoxicating beverage, although I really doubt that anything they serve here would have a pallatible taste.
out of the corner of my eye1d20+2=18
you see a flashing thing, ratquick, pixie sized, in among the bushes. Waiting on Elgan's spot before anything is resolved...for you very well may experience something you don't see yet...
Elgan's Spot roll: (1d20 9=12)
Elgan pauses, his head held high, testing the wind. He shimmers and shifts back to an elf, and draws his bow. Peering around intently he says softly to Harvak. "Hold don dere'. Dere's sumtin' heah. I tawt I smelt,..."
Elgan stops and sniffs the air. Growling in his throat he shimmers and shifts back into an elf. Still growling softly, he unslings his shield and new scimitar, and says quietly to Harvak, "Hold don dere'. Dey's sumtin' heah. Ah tawt I smelt,..."
You hear the whistling of tiny dartsize arrows thapping into your backs. One hits Harvak in the spine, and it hurts really bad. He feels his left leg tingling, then as if burning on fire.
Anyone else hears the halforc bellowing like a hippopotamus giving birth to a Baby King Kong.
omg--they rolled 1 for init!!! Roll hits!
You turn around; there's--you don't know how many because it's shrubby where you are.
They're 1 foot tall, and look like bipedal rats with a multitude of tentacles on their face. They look like monkeys from whatever bizarre world mindflayers would hail from, monkeys that swing from fleshy trunked, brain-eating trees. They're equipped with tiny bows, with wickedly barbed arrows. One has a cat's skull for a headdress, and the skin of a wildcat for a cape.
They're about 20 feet out, in the bushes which seem almost like a forest to them.
(BUMP)
Initiative for the party---1d20=15
puts Riese at an 18.
Riese unslings his crossbow and moves toward the birthing Half-orc.
ARRRG!!!Harvak MAD!!!Attacks With two handed Sword1d20+4=19+1MW weapon 20
damage2d6+6=15
Elgan the elf howls like a wolf as the tiny barbed arrow finds it's mark.
"OW! Dat hurt!"
The elf begins chanting in another language as he briefly brushes his wooden holy symbol. Unlike his heavily accented and stilted Common, this language flows smoothly and steadily from his lips, sounding like somewhere between the babbling of a brook and the whisper of the wind through the trees.
As his chant reaches it's conclusion, he leans over and touches the ground. From his hand a root leaps from the earth and begins growing towards the creatures, racing in a uneven path along the ground like a green lightning bolt. In less than a second it reaches past the group of strange creatures, and,... stops.
The headdress wearing creature looks at Elgan and waggles it's tentacles in what is either nervousness or laughter. Elgan smiles back, with the same smile he had in the form of a hunting cat. "Gotcha' sucka'"
In an instant the vines, grass and bushes around the creatures all erupt in an explosion of movement as they begin growing and grabbing everything in their reach, attempting to ensnare the creatures into immobility.
"Dat shud hold-juh!" The elf crows.
Entangled details;
Entangled
The character is ensnared. Being entangled impedes movement, but does not entirely prevent it unless the bonds are anchored to an immobile object or tethered by an opposing force. An entangled creature moves at half speed, cannot run or charge, and takes a -2 penalty on all attack rolls and a -4 penalty to Dexterity. An entangled character who attempts to cast a spell must make a Concentration check (DC 15 + the spell’s level) or lose the spell.
“Fellow needs more fibre in his diet,” comments Beldan on hearing Harvak’s bellow, before realising that something is really wrong, and hastily pulling out his crossbow.
Ponst casting the entanglement spell, you get a flash of inspiration: about a Spider named Anansi, that became a Rabbit named Brer Rabbit; that did laugh, and trick the Fox and the Bear into throwing him into that briar patch he was born in...
The druid takes 3 hp more from two of the heinous pixieish arrows.
The 1/2 orc ranger's armor proves proof against the fell darts this time.
One of the vile things dies spattering the undergrowth under the 1/2 orc's mighty blow.
Top of round 2!!!
Top of round 2!!!
usual initiative order:
Stiggy
Riese
Beldan
Altai
Gittik
Elgan
Harvak
Becton
and then.....Them.....
Oh, and they're NOT half illithid wallabies....(lol for that one Mothy!!!)
Hearing the shout, Gittik grins, jumps down from his stool at the hostelry, and heads off towards the combat.
You spend round 1 a-running, round two you can enter the fray.
There's 5 of them still standing, and they're all on the very edge of the spell and meleeable.
(Ok, not really my go yet - I'll wait for the others.)
If Stigg can't see them he moves somewhere he can.
Pulls out his crossbow.
That's probably his full round of action.
If he has enough time to also fire:
Attack/Damage: 1d20+1=8, 1d8=1
....or not. It was academic.
Touche!
Stiggy zings a crossbow bolt 'twixt the 'alf orc's legs, schmecking into one of the Meet the Feeblesesque pint-sized adversaries. It... does... not... die...
RIESE IS UP!
"Watch where yous aiming Stigwold, almost cost me my family jewels"!
Beldan runs towards the sounds of combat, loading his crossbow as he goes. When he gets there, he stops in surprise, surveying the bizarre critters and their hail of tiny arrows. “What the hell…?”
Deciding that he is providing too tempting a target standing their stupidly, he drops prone into the undergrowth, and begins trying to crawl around behind the things.
"Behind them" is in the entangle spell....You note that the very bushes seem to be warping, grasping, tugging with an uncanny animation.
"Watch where yous aiming Stigwold, almost cost me my family jewels"!
"They're sae big it's kin' ay stoaner tae shet aroond 'em."
"Behind them" is in the entangle spell....You note that the very bushes seem to be warping, grasping, tugging with an uncanny animation.
Uh yeah. He'll stop before he gets to that bit... he'll try to crawl out of their main line of fire.
"Rarooo, arooo!"
Altai sprints towards the howling half-orc, fumbling with his crossbow as he runs while muttering an arcane invocation.
"Tenser can ye shut ye gob fur ance?"
"Rarooo, arooo!"
"Sellcoat! Mange ridden git! FRIEND to a CAT!!! A nation of fleas suck thou bloodless!"
One of the impish sagittarians hurls insults at the dog.
- "Iniazeke elou Lo'Zie!".....
Dammit! I could have sworn I had that right! Perhaps more emphasis on the 3rd syllable.....so close.....*Trails off*
"I can't wait until we have the option to rain down fire upon our enemies"