Time for the Tomb of Borrors!

[JRR Tolkien]

Jenny: you make quick work of the remaining goblins leaving no trace of the tussle except for a snail trail of desruction.

The rest of the night passes with no more encounters

[Ranger Alissa]

Okay, here is the firewo...

What the?

What did I miss?

[Nesod the Monkchinegun]

"Nesod and Jenny co-op FTW! Also, the dragon's with me."

[JRR Tolkien]

Alissa: Here come 6 more gobo's heading toward you and the bear

[Ranger Alissa]

Twang: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (19) + 8 = 27
Thwipp: 1d8 + 4 ⇒ (2) + 4 = 6

[Alissa's Bear]

RRRAAWWWRRR!!

Bite: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (10) + 10 = 20
2d6 + 4 ⇒ (6, 2) + 4 = 12
Claw: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (7) + 12 = 19
2d6 + 6 ⇒ (1, 2) + 6 = 9
Claw: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (7) + 12 = 19
2d6 + 6 ⇒ (2, 2) + 6 = 10

[JRR Tolkien]

Alissa/Bear: Your devasting attacks quickly turn the gobo's into foul smelling jelly.

[Jenny the Jellymancer]

I clamber out of the pit, now human shaped again, and stretch.

"Someone said jelly?"

I burp.

"Sorry about that."

[Ranger Alissa]

PAlease. Control yourself.

[Nesod the Monkchinegun]

"That's a lost cause Liss. You learnt to recognize them after a while."

[AM SORCERER TOO]

I DIDNT GET TO SHOOT OFF A SPELL!

[Nesod the Monkchinegun]

"Case in point."

[JRR Tolkien]

AMS: I assure you there will be plenty more chances

[AM SORCERER TOO]

I hope its better than goblins.

[JRR Tolkien]

You can count on that buddy

[The Nasty Orc]

"Alissa told me I couldn't eat anyone unless she said so. Only dead things or things trying to kill us. that's why me no eating just anyone."

Big pout on his face. "I missed all the tasty goblins?"

[Jenny the Jellymancer]

"I'll try to save some for you next time, Nasty."

[Nesod the Monkchinegun]

"Some ran away man. They might come back later."*pat on back*

[JRR Tolkien]

Would anyone like to make a knowledge check?

[Ranger Alissa]

What kind of knowledge check?

[JRR Tolkien]

For you it would be nature

[Ranger Alissa]

Knowledge nature: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (6) + 12 = 18

[JRR Tolkien]

Alissa: Something is terribly amiss as goblins have not been seen this far south in many many hundreds of years.

The sun is rising in the east, you all have about a half days travel to the intersection that leads towards liverton

[Ranger Alissa]

I don't trust this situation.

[Nesod the Monkchinegun]

"You don't trust anything!"

[Jenny the Jellymancer]

"So, basically, everything is okay, Lissa?"

[Ranger Alissa]

Lets get moving.

Survival: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (16) + 10 = 26
spot: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (18) + 8 = 26

[JRR Tolkien]

Alissa: Nothing escapes your attention as you make your way toward the crossroads The terrain has changed to gentle rolling hills with occasional scrub oaks dotting the landscape.

Does anyone want some mindless violence, otherwise we'll just say you make it to liverton in 2 days

[Ranger Alissa]

Mindless violence.

[AM SORCERER TOO]

I wanna burn something so it makes me look charismatic.

[The Nasty Orc]

I am hungry and want to smash something with me axe.

[JRR Tolkien]

You all take the road heading northeast towards Liverton, as the sun sets in the west you all crest a hill and see a makeshift campsite on the shores of Redronde loch.

The campsite is buzzing with activity as what appear to be more refugees are setting up for the evening meal.

[Ranger Alissa]

*I go up to them*

Whats up refugees?

[JRR Tolkien]

As you approach activity in the camp stops. The refugees stare openly at you in a mixture of curiosity and fear.

Apparently they determine that you are not a threat and a man approaches you.

"Greetings I am Jacob, please join us as their is safety in numbers"

[Nesod the Monkchinegun]

"Greetings. I am Nesod Monkchinegun, Ranger Alissa, the Nasty Orc, AM Sorceror, Jenny the Jellymancer, and others I cannot name. What are you running from up North?"

[Jenny the Jellymancer]

If the refugees seem hungry, I hand them some candied stunjelly.

[JRR Tolkien]

Nesod: *Jacob looks you over* " Oh you poor...thing, what horrible curse has befallen you?"

Jenny: *Jacob smiles and invites you all for a dinner of mutton stew*
"Perhaps for dessert my lady"

[Nesod the Monkchinegun]

"This? Skin condition. I was born with it. Say, could I purchase a pair of gloves, my hands are cold."

Bluff: 1d20 + 20 ⇒ (19) + 20 = 39

[JRR Tolkien]

Nesod: "Skin condition...OK. Why dont you find filinna she is the finest crafter of all things gloves in all of boorhan. In the meantime why don't you and your friends relax before dinner"

[Ranger Alissa]

Sense Motive: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (15) + 8 = 23

Love to.

[JRR Tolkien]

Alissa: You sense no ill intents from jacob

[Nesod the Monkchinegun]

"What are you running from?"

[JRR Tolkien]

We are a land at war, our armies are holding a force of goblins, orcs, trolls and...worse things at bay. This in itself is nothing unusual as our lands border the badlands.

However, something drives these forces to work together, our grand vizier has foretold of a great evil that binds these usually chaotic enemies together.

Now we travel east to a land we hope will remain safe in these troubling times.

[AM SORCERER TOO]

Sounds like evil to me.

[Ranger Alissa]

Evil Schmeevil. I have heard of him.

[JRR Tolkien]

Your meal goes fine and afterward the rufugees sit around roaring fires telling stories, singing songs and drinking far too much mulled wine and mead.

Eventually they meander off to their respective wagons/tents to sleep.

Their are approximately 150 rufugees in this camp and they are spread out in a....3000 sq ft area. No guards are posted and tthe night is quiet save for the crickets and the soft lapping of water on the shore.

[Ranger Alissa]

Man, this scene has DISASTER written all over it.

[Jenny the Jellymancer]

"So, we stand watch all night?"

[Ranger Alissa]

Hey, AM and Nesod. How are you set for alarm spells?

[The Nasty Orc]

"I can watch. Me no fall asleep me too hungry to sleep right now."