"My main problem will be getting Prettykill into the cave. If we walk, I will need a way to get her down the cliff."Sir Canayven nods, stroking his chin for a moment. "Yes, that will be difficult, won't it?" He glances at Sheila. "I think we might be able to assist you there. A pair of scrolls of spider climb would merely a morning's work for Sheila; we would be happy to loan them to you, in exchange for their creation cost at a future date." Sheila nods her agreement, maintaining her customary silence. "I'm sure you'll find your explorations more than lucrative enough to justify the expense!"
"I would be glad for the help. I will pay you back as quickly as possible."
It sounds like we are made up then. If we are to travel buy road, might I suggest a couple of pack animals to carry various pieces of equipment we might need, such as rope, food, tents, etc? How far did you say the caves where by land?
It sounds like we are made up then. If we are to travel buy road, might I suggest a couple of pack animals to carry various pieces of equipment we might need, such as rope, food, tents, etc? How far did you say the caves where by land?
"I can make arrangements all such things by midday tomorrow. The trip up the road should be 4 days, assuming the weather holds and you get into no... difficulties... on the way." Canayven winks, apparently under the impression that "difficulties" are good things.
Ar'dreth goes back to the cottage and packs his gear, to excited to sleep.
After thanking the hosts for their hospitality, Rufus goes to his room to catch a good night's sleep, before getting up early to check his gear.
Ar'dreth goes back to the cottage and packs his gear, to excited to sleep.
Ar'dreth goes back to the cottage and packs his gear, to excited to sleep.
Therin is as ready for the trip as thinks he can be, though in the morning before he sets out he will pick up some more rope and pitons. It pays to be ready for whatever climb may be ahead of them after all. Beyond that, he will wish his hosts a good night and head to sleep, much more quiet then normal jovial self.
Corath will prepare speak with animals so he can explain to Prettykill she will be able to walk on the cliff.
Corath will prepare speak with animals so he can explain to Prettykill she will be able to walk on the cliff.
With preparations well in hand, the party regroups late the following morning to set out. Kaertya, unfortunately, seems to have contracted some traveler's ill, and decides to stay at the Lodge until she recovers - if she gets better soon, she promises to catch up, and otherwise will see you upon your return. The remainder of the newly-arrived Pathfinders are seen to the gates by a cheerful and excited Sir Canayven, who hands over the reins to two laden pack mules and the two promised scrolls of spider climb and bids you an enthusiastic farewell.
Two days of travel up the Lost Coast road pass fairly swiftly, and you are pleased to spend the night in the relative comfort of an inn in a little town called Sandpoint. On the third day, however, you leave the settled territory at the edge of Varisia and begin to cross the truly wild country, low hills and thick forests wrapped in fog and broken only occasionally by a small farmstead or tiny fishing village.
Perception(1 higher if its a trap)
Perception
The next morning, Rufus picks up some extra rations, though he should be able to fend for himself in the wilds, as well as some extra dried meat for Brune.
Can I alert the others?
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Corath's head suddenly snaps up in surprise. At seemingly the same instant, several small figures burst from the forest just off the road: humanoid figures the size of human children, with blue-grey skin and heads grotesquely wide to accommodate over-broad mouths full of too many teeth. Three of the figures are on foot and carry paired blades like one-edged shortswords; a fourth wields a sharply hooked polearm and is mounted on a beast that looks like a cross between a rat and a pony.
The mounted warrior charges his disgusting animal forward, leaning over with his halberd to slash at one of the pack mule's legs.
Two of the three others race forward to flank Ar'dreth, while the third charges recklessly at Prettykill.
Initiative
Initiative
"Prettykill, bite!"
Head snapping foward with jaws open wide, Prettykill attacks the small, strange humanoid that standing before her.
Seeing Ar'deth out numbered, Corath roars and charges one of the goblins, swinging a club at it's head.
Rufus draws an aim at the mount of the apparent leader of the attacking humanoids, holding his breath and waiting for the right moment to let the arrow fly.
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He then orders Brune to attack one of the creatures attacking Ar'deth. As a brown blur, Brune goes for the creature's throat.
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On My Initiative:
As the Goblins surround him, Ar'dreth chants a quick incantation while posed defensively with his sword drawn.
Therin will bring out his rapier and short sword and then advance to try and get into position for a flank next turn if possible. If this requires tumbling, that is fine. If I can't really get into flanking position, I'll just get as close as I can.
Acrobatics if needed
Corath's blow knocks several of the goblin's teeth out and sends blood everywhere, but Prettykill seems badly shaken up by her wound, and cannot manage to sink her teeth into her attacker.
The chieftain wheels around, keening a strange, singsong warcry, and charges again, lashing out once more at the mule. He continues back up the road, wheeling around once more to face the group as he does so.
Rufus aims an arrow at the mounted warrior, but it goes wide , while Brune tries and fails to find some purchase with his teeth in a goblin's flesh.
Mozzel begins an inspiring chant , filling her allies with courage.
Therin moves up to flank the goblin opposite Prettykill .
The goblins raise their weapons and swing wildly. Covered in blood, Corath's opponent nonetheless finds the strength to slash at him twice: On the other side of Ar'dreth, the goblin fending off Brune squeals in fury and unleashes a pair of poorly aimed blows as well: And, apparently finding Therin a less intimidating target than Prettykill, the goblin caught between the rogue and the dinosaur turns its attacks on him: Though they manage a blizzard of attacks, only Therin is struck, and then it seems to be more luck than anything else, even if the blow is severe .
Seeing the goblin's back is turned, Prettykill aims and snaps forward again.
Attack
Damage
Corath swings at the goblin again, hoping to down it and move to another.
Attack
Damage
Prettykill grabs the goblin in front of her, lifting it and tossing it aside with lethal ease. It flies a few feet to the side and crumples as it lands, blood everywhere around it. Corath's attempts at martial prowess are less impressive, however, and the yammering goblin dodges his attack easily.
Behind the goblin, Ar'dreth casts mage armor and then readies his longsword.
The pack mule squeals in pain, bleeding from numerous vicious cuts on its legs and flanks, and breaks into a terrified gallop up the path, equipment and supplies spilling across the road as it goes.
For a moment, the mounted goblin warrior looks between the fleeing mule and the battle, then shouts something in Goblin and points his halberd at Brune. They charge back along the road once more, and not only does the goblin's halberd flash out toward the dog, but so do his mount's teeth.
Brune goes down with a pained wimper. "Brune!, Rufus cries out, his eyes filled with concern. He then turns his gaze on the goblin chief, anger apparent in his visage. He fits an arrow to the bowstring before taking aim and letting the arrow fly.
"You should never have done that...
Brune goes down with a pained wimper. "Brune!, Rufus cries out, his eyes filled with concern. He then turns his gaze on the goblin chief, anger apparent in his visage. He fits an arrow to the bowstring before taking aim and letting the arrow fly.
"You should never have done that...
The mounted goblin tries to turn his mount quickly enough to avoid the attack. Unfortunately for him, the move isn't fast enough, and the arrow sinks deep into the goblin dog's (as Rufus knows it to be) hide.
On my turn:
Ar'dreth sees his advantage against the flanked goblin and lunges forward to skewer the wretched creature.
Longsword Attack Damage
On my turn, Therin will advance past the goblin that the dinosaur destroyed, trying to move to the goblin chief, flanking if at all possible. He lashes out with the sword once there.
Rapier Attack
Damage
Acrobatics if necessary to tumble
On my turn, Therin will advance past the goblin that the dinosaur destroyed, trying to move to the goblin chief, flanking if at all possible. He lashes out with the sword once there.
1d20+4 Rapier Attack
1d8+2 Damage
1d20+8 Acrobatics if necessary to tumble
Short Sword attack roll
Short Sword Damage
Prettykill, now knowing she does not like goblins, runs at the nearest one and bites at it.
Bite
Corath, turning to see that Brune is down, rushes over and holds his hands over the dog, chanting as green fire flows from his fingers over the dog's wounds.
Cure Light Wounds:
Mozzel continues her chant, working a spell into it as well. Suddenly, the sound of barking dogs echoes through the trees. The three remaining goblins all look up in surprise. The goblins look terrified at the prospect of an oncoming dog pack, crying out nervously - even their leader.
Therin takes advantage of the leader's horror and fear to strike at him with both rapier and shortsword. Caught off guard, the blades slice the mounted warrior deeply.
The goblins, clearly terrified, strike out in a frenzy of desperation.
Prettykill rushes forward to attack the goblin warrior now threatening Therin, but the attack is awkward, and the goblin - though still shaking - manages to avoid it.
Ar'dreth's target, however, is not so fortunate. The elf skewers the goblin that is still within his reach, and the savage humanoid drops to the ground.