You carefully make your way back to the Roadside Inn. As you enter the sparse customers briefly look up from their beer and go back to ignoring you. Only a swarthy Tharbrian who is strumming his lute is eyeing you with interest.
Do you want to spend the night (after downing a pint or five) and where do you want to go after that?
Brock sits down and buys a pint for everyone two for clark an Petra, (and why not, he thinks two for himself to start.) Brocks way of sayng thanks. After that its only a matter of time before he drinks him self better. Then he can nap.
"Thank ya lad!" Thrakhir blurts out when the pint is sat before him. "That'll just be gettin' me started," he says to the barmaid when she delivers the first with a smack on the behind. Ya know any dwarven drinkin' songs, lad?" he yells over to the bard.
Petra thanks Brock for the Pint.
She's got two channel energy left. She's gonna use them before everyone goes to bed but she she'd like to chat with the Tharbrian first.
What does he look like? What does he do for a living? (If he is a bard the Petra would like to buy Brock a casting of CLW).
Does he have any info on the loggers, bandits or the Agents of Orange?
She buy him a Pint and the diplomacy check is 1d20+3=19.
The Tharbrian is a good-looking fellow with a black beard and a twinkle in his eye. Judging by his attire he is certainly a bard, and for 50 gp he is willing to cast CLW on Brock
He introduces himself as Rasputin, travelling minstrel. He knows nothing of the loggers or the Agents of Orange. He's heard of the Green Tree bandits, but can't offer any useful information about them. On the other hand he's not averse to sharing a pint (even buying you a round just to listen to your stories).
Can he settle for less?
Diplomacy role: 1d20+3=18.
Brock puts down 20 gold and says,
"Thats be all I got I think, I might have lost some, its not a big deal I dont be neededin it my wounds, thay heal! I be a fast recoverereer..."
Brock stumbles on the last of his words trying to sound super smart and convincing!
I think we can wait for tomorrow for you to heal Brock in the morning ...
' Now , Brock , you big lummox ! what was the idea there ? We nearly lost you . Now , I want you to promise me not to charge headlong into fights . In the forest , a combat averted is often a combat won .
Our objective here are the bandits , not the usual riff raff which inhabit every forest . Most of them are here to hunt game not men . It's only when times become hard that they take the risk to attack armed people . '
I think we can wait for tomorrow for you to heal Brock in the morning ...
Petra responds quickly in a firm voice:
- Im the expert on heling, and I say he needs all the help he can get.Yes I can use all my power tomorrow, but the I won't be able to heal him or anyone else if we run into trouble. I got two channeling left but there is no way to tell how they will turn out. I say we pay the nice man some money and get some heling to Brock.
Perhaps I should use them here right now in case anyone in the room needs healing ...or is undaed.
Brock to Juliare
"Aww but thats how I be fightin I yell, you know my battle cry? Then I charge and WACK (He makes a downward stroke with his arms to emphases the sound) I hit em hard! Now me can promise I wont be ah charge that same guy again?" but what else would I do if someones was to comes and be trying to hurt yas?"
He stands and lets his party discuss his dumb move and again he get more and more less talkative as his "Dumb" move are talked about more and more, he feels bad for getting hurt but thats his job right? Well what ever the group decides he thinks thats what he'll do on this one.
Clark slaps the big man on the shoulder. "I didn't expect you to do anything differently. Maybe they need to tell us if we need to change tactics, eh? Thanks for the pint."
He finds a chair alone along the wall where he can watch people and drink in peace.
"You kidding?" Kirwen asks, chuckling. "He didn't die, it all worked out in the end, why worry about it? I say, the axeman wants to swing his axe, let'em. It's not like we're out here to make friends anyway."
He watches the interaction between the bard and the cleric with an amused expression, but shows no sign of being interested in volunteering any of his money to pay for the healing.
"You kidding?" Kirwen asks, chuckling. "He didn't die, it all worked out in the end, why worry about it? I say, the axeman wants to swing his axe, let'em. It's not like we're out here to make friends anyway."
"I'll be drinkin' to that!" Thrakhir blurts out and then guzzles the rest of his pint. "Now where's the lass with my next one?" he says with an annoyed tone.
You might not be there to make connections but I certainly am .
We were lucky the ogre didn't kill Brock and this situation really scared me . We were lucky this far but I would prefer speaking now of our future tactics in combat .
I don't want to attack every possible enemy in sight without seeing if the fight is necessary or not .
Petra , you are indeed the one who knows how hurt is Brock . I'm just saying that we could wait one day more at the inn . It would be cheaper .
Petra , you are indeed the one who knows how hurt is Brock . I'm just saying that we could wait one day more at the inn . It would be cheaper .
Very good point. We can take som time of and heal Brock, and perhaps we might get more information on the bandits...and I do agree, We were lucky the ogre didn't kill Brock.
You stay another day at the Inn, socializing and waiting for Brock to heal. The bard bids you farewell and goes on to Warwik. Some other travellers pass by and you pick up some news. Nothing useful about the bandits, though, but there is a warrior that claims that he saw some grey-skinned creatures dragging a bear carcass somewhere high up in the hills.
There are also rumors of a dragon being sighted, but then there always is...
Where do you want to go next?
"Well, shall we see if we can locate the bandits?"
"Well, shall we see if we can locate the bandits?"
cast CLW: 1d8+1=9
and some channeling: 1d6=2
and some overkill - more chaneling: 1d6=6
and while she was at it she cast read magic and read the scrolls :-)
Petra says: Let's find some bandits.
She also cast Gentle Repose.
Did she find anyone who could use Alchemy? If not what's the DC and was she able to get hold of alchemical equipment?
** spoiler omitted **
The scrolls are three Cure Light Wounds .
Also I'll need to know at what hex you'll enter the forest.
Hey do you want us to help you find tracks? If we find any you can follow them, right?
Brock doesn't mind where we enter the forest.
Clark's out of his element and of little help, but he will be doing his best to watch for those that might be watching us...
You don't find anything particular (until Petra politely points out a tree to Clark) and luckily nothing finds you, during your sweep of the aforementioned hexes. But as you continue into 0604 I need a few Perception checks (sight).
Suddenly a number of strange little green men rise out of the foliage where they had been hidden. They are about 3 feet tall and of stocky build. Their faces are smooth and featureless and they all have some sort of topknot that looks like withered branches. Short green tendrils sprout from their shoulders, waist and knees. They wield spears made of branches which they are pointing at you. They do not attack you, though, but eye you carefully with dull yellow eyes that have no pupils.
They are only about 10 feet away from Juliare (or whoever goes first) and there are six of them.
What will you do?
Juliare will carefully keeps his hands from his weapons and says
´Peace to you ! Is this area yours ? If so we don`t want any problem . Can you give us a guide to skirt the area we climb or can we ask some questions before going ? ´
The green men continue to stare at you, expressionless. They don't attack but neither do they back down or indeed give any sign that they have heard you.
The green men continue to stare at you, expressionless. They don't attack but neither do they back down or indeed give any sign that they have heard you.
Clark keeps his hands away from his weapons as he stares at this new discovery.
Knowledge Nature 9
"I got no idea of what they are but they don't seem hostile . Let's try the languages we speak to see if they understand one . "
In elf
"Hello , do you understand me ? "
The creatures don't seem to understand elf. At least they show no reaction.
"I got no idea of what they are but they don't seem hostile . Let's try the languages we speak to see if they understand one . "In elf
"Hello , do you understand me ? "
"Umm, you already tried all the languages I know."
Clark will attempt to pantomime the message Bluff check to communicate: 1d20+7=23
Sense Motive to communicate: 1d20+5=22
Hello, we come in Peace.
Thrakhir will attempt hails in Dwarven, Orc and Elemental.
The green men don't respond. It's unclear if they understand anything that you're saying. Instead they advance on you with spears drawn.
Will you retreat or will you fight? If so, roll for initiative.
'Retreat . I don't think they speak our tongues . no need for a needless fight . '
'Retreat . I don't think they speak our tongues . no need for a needless fight . '
Clark backs away, hands up, palms forward.
Kirwen frowns - clearly, he thinks short people with primitive spears are not the sort of people you retreat from - but he reluctantly backs up as well.
Petra follows Clark (She backs away to).
Emotionless, the green men watch you leave and then disappear again into the foliage.
Do you want to continue your sweep of the forest, and if so, what hexes do you want to explore next?
Given the hour we'll check carefully hex 504 and then go check hex 506 carefully (just passing thru hex 505)
Guys , I would like to recheck more carefully the east end . We were a bit too hasty with the ogre incident last time :)
And then I guess we'll go back to the inn