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| − | <pre> |
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| − | -=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=-<* A07: Fernwood Pub *>--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=- |
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| − | The common room of the Fernwood Pub dominates the inn, spacious and airy because of the |
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| − | high, vaulted ceiling. Ornately carved beams of dark, polished wood form a lattice overhead, |
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| − | supporting the arched roof two storeys above the floor. To the right of the double-door entry is a |
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| − | spiral staircase, winding upwards to a balcony that rings and overlooks the main area. Large windows |
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| − | at this level grant an excellent view of the river to the west and colorful market stalls to the |
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| − | north and east. An air of coziness is salvaged by keeping the pub dimly lit; parchment-shrouded mana |
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| − | lanterns hang at intervals from the base of the balcony, nestled amongst lush, magically propagated |
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| − | ivy and ferns that grow over this false demi-ceiling and the struts that support it. |
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| − | The bar is sleek and simple, comprised of meticulously polished black lacquer. Tables are |
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| − | set under the darker niches formed by the balcony floor as well as on the balcony itself. A few are |
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| − | deliberately sized to accommodate halflings and gnomes, but the majority are meant for human-sized |
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| − | individuals. A large common table is on the main floor, set before a semi-circular stage situated |
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| − | against the western wall. Beside it, with pipes mounted upon the wall and running up past the balcony |
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| − | and almost to the ceiling, is a refurbished pipe organ made to look like the one lost when the |
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| − | Fernwood was destroyed during the Merkabah Siege. |
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| − | EXTRAS: +view |
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| − | -=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=-- Contents --=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=- |
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| − | Duroc A wide, sturdy looking dwarf wearing a heavy cloak ov 4m 1h |
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| − | Findrago A young gypsy man with a neatly trimmed black beard. 0s 48m |
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| − | Vuk The Avatar Priest that is Jibbom! 5m 1d |
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| − | Ferawyn Short, red haired sylvan elf 1m 2h |
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| − | Aurala Giantborn lass, Shiny Breastplate, and a Greatsword 6m 1h |
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| − | -=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=-- Objects =--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=- |
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| − | An Artifice-driven Boggle Board |
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| − | -=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--= Exits -=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=- |
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| − | Out <O> |
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| − | </pre> |
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| − | Vuk doesn't carry his customary rifle in polite company, then again, he's wondering if most people |
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| − | consistute as polite company. ESPECIALLY Elves thanks to Sandy shoving him into pocket dimensions. |
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| − | The Innkeeper waits till Vuk sits down and doesn't appear to be about to do his antics before |
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| − | delivering his meal, which Vuk uses a small pen knife to cut into and eat heartily. "Here's to the |
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| − | return of spring, when ever Dana blesses us with it!" He says in a cheerful tone and raises his |
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| − | tankard to take a long sip! |
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| − | Aurala shrugs, "Spring, winter, Summer, Fall, All is good, one learns to resist the cold and heat, |
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| − | and so one doesn't mind as time passes." she chuckles and then shrugs a bit. |
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| − | Findrago wanders into the pub. "Well met, one and all!" he calls jovially, plopping down into a chair |
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| − | near the familiar faces. "And how is everyone this fine, foggy day?" |
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| − | Duroc nods, "And who is your friend? Sorry for being rude, my name is Duroc." He leaves it at that, |
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| − | but does not raise his cup to the gobber's toast, but he does nod to Aurala, "Aye, no sense |
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| − | complaining when it changes little, best to just prepare and weather the storms." |
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| − | Ferawyn sips at her tea as Duroc asks his question. "It isn't here right now, but my friend's name is |
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| − | Oakheart, or that's the one it gave me." She then smiles. "Ferawyn, Hunter of Gilead. A pleasure to |
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| − | meet you Duroc." |
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| − | Vuk just -assumes- Duroc needs a proper introduction from his self, so he stands on the bench of the |
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| − | table, doffs his Top hat at the dwarf and then gives an exagerated bow. "Vuk Aleksy! Adventurer |
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| − | Extradionare! Slayer of the Undead! Defender of paths better left untrodden! Dispeller of animated |
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| − | objects! Scout esquire and camp steward! At your service good sir!" He says with another bow and |
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| − | doffing of his hat. Then he decides as he almost steps off the bench to sit down in am oment of being |
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| − | wise. |
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| − | Findrago kicks his feet up onto a nearby chair. "And he's humble, too," he says with a grin and a nod |
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| − | of his head in Vuk's direction. |
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| − | Aurala smiles a little adn then stretches, "Nice too meet all, if you need someone strong, or someone |
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| − | to smash, keep me in mind. Work has been slow lately." |
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| − | "I see," Duroc says and mumbles something about gobbers as he chews on a piece of beef, "Well, that |
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| − | isn't good. Work would be most welcome, but I'll take what I can find." |
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| − | Ferawyn says, "Well, the adventurer's guild offers odd jobs whenever things come up." However, she |
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| − | then tilts her head. "What is it you do though, Duroc?"" |
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| − | Vuk isn't sure if Findrago is poking fun at him or not so he gives one of his cheerful naive smiles |
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| − | at the man. "Of Course Good Sir Findrago!" His Sir comes out more like Sah, because Gobber speak or |
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| − | some such, but he's tearing into his sausages now. Spicy blood and pork sausages! |
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| − | Findrago waves for the barkeep to bring over a mug of ale. "I mean that in the truest sense," he |
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| − | says. "I'm sure how you describe yourself barely begins to cover your exploits, Vuk." He turns to |
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| − | Duroc. "Name's Findrago Garibaldi - pleasure to make your acquaintance." |
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| − | Duroc hunches over his food a little, almost out of instinct, "I hunt, I make arrows, and I get by. |
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| − | Bit of a treasure hunter, but trouble usually accompanies treasure so I haven't done too much of |
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| − | that. But I'll take a look o'er at the guild to see what I can do for them. The coin will be |
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| − | welcome." |
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| − | Aurala has gotten a bit quiet as she eats and then just watches as she has finishes the food. |
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| − | Vuk is thinking Findrago is teasing him, and for about half a second, he might even look less then |
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| − | cheerful, but then he is right back to it with a broad grin. "I dare say I aspire to be worthy of |
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| − | even Lady Sandiel's respect!" He says and raises his tankard again, taking polite sips, for he's a |
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| − | proper Gentleman. |
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| − | Ferawyn tilts her head to Duroc. 'Comfortable in the woods, Duroc?" She says giving a longer look to |
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| − | Duroc, as if she was trying to see how truthful he was, and how comfortable he was in the woods. Bows |
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| − | and arrows were normally an elf thing, not a dwarf. |
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| − | "Aye, I can work in the woods, under the mountains, in the fields. Wherever I am sent, I will go," |
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| − | Duroc's voice gives little away, "I can use a bow fairly well, but like yonder lady," he gestures to |
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| − | Aurala, "I prefer to smash my opponents." |
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| − | Ferawyn says, "Ah, so you are a hunter as well?"" |
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| − | Findrago raises his mug back to Vuk. "And you are most worthy," he says, then takes a long sip of his |
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| − | drink and looks to Duroc. "Adaptive. Quite impressive," he muses. "Not many that I know who can both |
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| − | smash and shoot." |
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| − | Aurala nods, and stretches, "I have learned to harness my rage and it serves me pretty well." she |
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| − | says and then shakes her head a bit. She takes a drink from the tankard she has. |
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| − | "Aye, I can hunt. No sense going out and about if you can't feed yourself," Duroc nods and leans |
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| − | back, having finished his beef, "Enough things out there need a killin' and I am here to oblige." His |
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| − | tone is actually rather neutral, "It is the way the world works." |
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| − | Oh By the Gods, some one did it, they mentioned hunting, and it has Vuk soon on top of the table and |
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| − | animated. "Why! I love a good spot of hunting! Nothing quite like it! Rather thrilling when you've |
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| − | cornered your game and take the shot! Then you get to prepare the most succulent of dishes!" He says |
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| − | whilst aiming an invisible rifle and firing. "Jolly good show it is! We should bring Zippo hunting!" |
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| − | Ferawyn finally looks up at the gobber and scowls. "I don't see how you could ever go hunting. You |
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| − | can't be quiet long enough for an animal to wander by. You're louder than a mountain dwarf who |
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| − | doesn't like the woods." She then looks to Duroc and sighs. 'Apologies, Duroc. If you are, indeed, a |
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| − | hunter like you say, then we could probably work together in the woods." |
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| − | <OOC> Findrago would be happy to run a hunting scene PrP, if people are up for it. :) |
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| − | "You talk too much, gobber," Duroc says without a smile. He sips on his ale and waves towards |
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| − | Ferawyn, "Meh, none taken. Should the opportunity arise, I will go, nothing better to do as of right |
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| − | now, and the practice would be welcome." |
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| − | <pre> |
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| − | -=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=-<* Roleplay Room One *>--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=- |
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| − | players in addition to the one running the scene. |
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| − | minimal fuss with the staff. In short, if you have an itch to run a player run plot, for the most |
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| − | -=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=-- Contents --=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=- |
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| − | Findrago A young gypsy man with a neatly trimmed black beard. 0s 1h |
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| − | -=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--= Exits -=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=- |
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| − | Plot Nexus <O> |
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| − | </pre> |
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| − | EVENTS: Hunting Trip has been created for Sun Jan 26 14:25:00 2014. You can check the signup list for |
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| − | your event with +event/view #. When enough people have signed up, close the event with +event/close |
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| − | #, and confirm the list of characters you've chosen for the plot with +event/view <player1> <player2> |
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| − | ... . |
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| − | Takiyah has arrived. |
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| − | EVENTS: Hunting Trip is scheduled to start RIGHT NOW! |
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| − | <OOC> Findrago says, "Going to keep us in the Fernwood Pub for starters, go from there. Give a good |
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| − | chance for the newcomers to join in before we hit the forest." |
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| − | Vuk pages: I foresee this going to hell with non hunters XD |
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| − | The party continues talking about hunting over their drinks - who can, who can't, and who would most |
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| − | likely make a lot of noise trudging through the woods. A few people at nearby tables can't help but |
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| − | be seen eavesdropping on the conversation, and one man actually turns his chair around completely to |
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| − | face the group. "If it's hunting yer lookin' for," he says, no small amount of rotgut evident on his |
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| − | breath, "then *hic* about a half day to the north... there's yer spot." He waves his tankard at the |
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| − | door, sloshing his drink all over the place. "Was there not three days ago, an' it's a hunter's |
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| − | dream." |
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| − | Ferawyn raises her eyebrows. "really? What exactly is there?" |
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| − | Vuk was declining on speaking of his abilities, the elf and dwarf didn't think he could be of use, |
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| − | and it has him -candidly- hurt. He prided him self on his ability to disappear into the woods and |
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| − | snow. But they were insulting him about it, so he wasn't going to be of much interest in them. He can |
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| − | hunt on his own! He's done it for a living! He provided an Inn with meat for a long time! |
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| − | Duroc raises a brow, wiping the ale from his beard, "Aye, what is out there? I like to know what |
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| − | /can/ be hunted before I go out, surprises are seldom welcome on a hunt." |
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| − | Takiyah had been quietly drinking off to the side, but the talk of hunting caught her attention. |
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| − | "Might be willing to lend a hand," she remarked as she walks over to the group. "There's a project |
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| − | I'm working on, and the right materials could help wrap it up." |
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| − | The man looks at his drink as if to question how the liquid keeps escaping as he waves the mug |
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| − | around, then wisely places it down on the table in a rare moment of clarity. "The usual stuff, but |
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| − | lots of it. Deer. Bears. I think I saw a moose. Big uns, too. Antlers the size of /this/!" he says, |
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| − | spreading his arms as far wide as he could... which nearly causes him to tip off his chair. "We're |
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| − | talkin' trophy stuff." |
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| − | Ferawyn gives the man a level look. "If I'm going to hunt, it's because it's a menace to the |
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| − | surrounding area, or for food, not for trophies. besides, I don't keep trophies anyways." She then |
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| − | sighs a bit. "at least I got the smell off of me from the nest. ugh." |
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| − | "Eh, a large moose means a large amount of meat, and I doubt it is a boon to the farmers. I'll go for |
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| − | it, antlers will simply be a welcome prize, as well as any hides or pelts we can get," Duroc says |
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| − | bluntly, sipping from his tankard again. |
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| − | Ferawyn says, "Mm....good point. Though I'm sure a few of the people around can use the meat. Of |
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| − | course, you get first call on the meat, Duroc...as long as you eat it." She then smiles a bit. "I'm |
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| − | going to guess my friend will have to come along too."" |
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| − | The man shrugs to Ferawyn. "If'n you don't want a trophy, ya' don't need to take one. I've found |
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| − | decent coin in 'em, though, and I'm sure others might as well. But the meat..." He kisses his fingers |
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| − | for emhpasis. "Pretty much falls off the bone. Tender as all get out." |
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| − | Duroc nods, "Aye, we had best get going then, no sense wasting any time." The dwarf looks at Vuk, and |
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| − | points, "You, if ye can keep your mouth shut, come with us. Maybe you will prove useful." |
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| − | Ferawyn snerks at the man. "Not worried about trophies. Meat can be good at times. The hide might be |
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| − | useful though." She says as she gets up. "We'll meet Oakheart on the way, Duroc." She says as she |
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| − | starts her way on out. |
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| − | Vuk is already disappearing into the crowd, see? Granted, he's -short- which helps, but he doesn't |
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| − | need their permission to hunt! It's just moose, and it's not like he has to worry about dire rats or |
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| − | some thing..or a Genie.. |
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| − | Duroc nods, "Very well." He grabs his own things next to him and makes his way to the door. |
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| − | Ssylrath is outside brushing his large bear. He is festooned with trinkets and trophies on leather |
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| − | thongs, each a claw, tooth or feather of some sort. He is taking quietly to the shaggy beast in |
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| − | Draconic. |
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| − | "Happy huntin'!" calls the drunk, staggering to the door to see the party off. "When ya' bring home |
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| − | the catch o' yer lives, don't forget to thank..." His voice trails off as he spies Ssylrath's bear |
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| − | outside. "Well, if that ain't the damnedest thing," he breathes, then looks into his mug and realizes |
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| − | it's empty. "Gonna need another drink." |
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| − | And with that, he stumbles back into the tavern. |
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| − | Vuk was going to his wolf, which because of silly laws couldn't sit inside and get free scraps of |
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| − | food, it also has most of his kit on it, so you know, there's that, and he's messing with it's ears |
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| − | as he whispers quietly to it, apparently he talks to wolves. |
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| − | Ferawyn waves back to the drunk and chuckles. 'Now lets see if this little tale he tells is true." |
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| − | She says as she heads for the gate and heads north. She seems to relax a LOT more visibly as she |
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| − | leaves the city. |
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| − | After a quick side trip to grab the last of her gear, Takiyah catches up with the rest of the group |
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| − | as they head out from the city. |
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| − | Ssylrath nods to Vuk as he appears. "I thought that mussst be your friend there, not many wolves in |
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| − | the city most of the time." His voice is harsh and sibilant. "How is your nessst keeping?" |
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| − | Duroc slings his pack and earthbreaker onto his back and picks up his bow. He keeps on appearing |
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| − | rather gruff and cross, whether he is in a city or in the wild. The presence of a trinket-covered |
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| − | bear catches his attention, causing him to blink and turn to Farawyn, "A bear?" |
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| − | Vuk will give a doff of his top hat to Ssyl. "That it is! That it is! Wonderful companion!" He says |
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| − | and moves to pull him self up right onto it. He doesn't even need a saddle, Gobbers are rather known |
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| − | for riding wolves after all. |
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| − | Ferawyn looks to Ssylrath and his bear, then smiles. "yeah. A bear. Seems someone keeps rather good |
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| − | care of it too." She says before looking to Ssylrath. "Join us for a hunt? We'll make sure your |
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| − | friends have food after it's over." |
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| − | The guards at the North Gate seem more than happy to let the ragtag group of goblins, lizardfolk, |
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| − | bears, wolves, and everything else out of the city, waving incredulously as they set out upon the |
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| − | road. The traffic into and out of the city has kept the way relatively clear of snow, although either |
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| − | side of the road is still blanketed in white. |
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| − | Ssylrath grins toothily, his long tongue licking over his snout. "I'm always up for a hunt if Muddy |
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| − | here is hungry, and Muddy is always hungry." He emphasizes by slapping the bear on the shoulder then |
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| − | pulling himself into the saddle. "Meat is good, hunting honour the Green if done properly." He kicks |
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| − | Muddy into movement, riding easily along. |
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| − | Looking down at the arrival of another gobber, Duroc comments, "Gobbers are everywhere it seems." He |
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| − | doesn't seem the most pleased, but he keeps on walking. Keeping an eye out for what may come. |
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| − | Vuk bobs his head at Ssylrath's words. "Hunting in moderation helps keep the wilds in balance. Dana |
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| − | allows us to hunt so we may have food, but does not wish us to cull to many, for it would hurt the |
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| − | balance." |
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| − | Once out of the city and near the forest, Ferawyn seems to say something in a strange language, to no |
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| − | one in particular....or so it seems. A few seconds later, a tree moves, tearing up a bit of ground as |
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| − | it lifts it's roots out of the ground and begins to walk in the woods, along with them. "Seems |
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| − | Oakheart wants to come to......" |
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| − | Takiyah looks at the various companions, then at her Reos-colored garments. "I certainly feel like |
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| − | the odd one out," she quietly remarks with a chuckle. |
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| − | Ssylrath stretches in the saddle, unarmored save for his scales. "I am glad that it is less cold than |
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| − | it hasss been. Snow is not my friend." He looks around. "What are we hunting, then? Sssmall prey or |
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| − | large?" He fiddles with the straps of a sling at his belt, and then at the handle of his long wooden |
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| − | lance. |
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| − | The travel is relatively easy, and after a few hours the woods thicken around the road. Dark copses |
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| − | of snow-covered trees stand where open plain once was a few miles back, and in the distance the space |
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| − | between those groves becomes smaller and smaller until it becomes one large forest. |
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| − | Even at the edge of the wooded area, signs of animal life are all around - droppings, broken |
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| − | underbrush, and other telltale indicators of creature life. |
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| − | Vuk tends to range out from the party on his wolf, riding with his long gun cradled in his arms, the |
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| − | hammer cocked part way back, ready to fire at a moment's notice. His wolf manages to kill a few field |
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| − | mice every so often by diving into the snow, and Vuk doesn't seem inclined to stop it yet, it's |
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| − | allowed to hunt, it's not going to go after any thing dangerous, but once they get closer, Vuk will |
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| − | stop it, and no longer allow it to hunt on it's own. He needs to examine the tracks and take to |
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| − | ground. |
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| − | <OOC> Findrago says, "As a side note, folks, I normally don't ask for skill checks. If you feel you |
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| − | have a skill that may be applicable to a particular situation, just OOC what you're rolling and why, |
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| − | and I'll let you know what the results are in private page." |
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| − | <OOC> Vuk says, "hide and survival for tracking and hiding :D" |
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| − | "We've about half a day ahead of us before we get there, but a large moose is our objective, though |
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| − | some bear and deer can be found there as well." Duroc says. He pulls up the hood of his brownish-grey |
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| − | cloak. Looking down at the various tracks, he kneels and examines the signs. |
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| − | <OOC> Ssylrath says, "I'd like Survival and/or Perception to find things to hunt. :)" |
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| − | <OOC> Duroc says, "Survival to track" |
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| − | Ferawyn says, "Seems there's a large moose in the area. While I don't mind hunting it, I would like |
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| − | to make sure we use all of it's meat in food, instead of letting some of it rot." She says softly as |
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| − | they travel. Now she was in her element, which is very dangerous to anyone opposing her. The woods |
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| − | were her element and home, more so than any ranger....." |
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| − | GAME: Ssylrath rolls survival: (7)+9: 16 |
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| − | GAME: Ssylrath rolls perception: (4)+9: 13 |
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| − | GAME: Duroc rolls survival+1: (7)+7+1: 15 |
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| − | You paged Ssylrath with 'Definitely markings of a larger animal around here. Decent chunks of bark |
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| − | off the trees at a higher level, which leads you to believe it was done with antlers.' |
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| − | You paged Duroc with 'Definitely markings of a larger animal around here. Decent chunks of bark off |
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| − | the trees at a higher level, which leads you to believe it was done with antlers.' |
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| − | Ssylrath grins widely at Ferawyn. "There are those who hunt without need, they are an affront to the |
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| − | Green. If we find prey I can find a use for any parts that are not otherwise needed." He looks around |
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| − | at the surrounding trees. "You appear to be correct. I have seen these 'moose', but I have never |
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| − | hunted one before." |
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| − | GAME: Vuk rolls stealth: (4)+22: 26 |
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| − | GAME: Vuk rolls survival+2: (8)+10+2: 20 |
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| − | <OOC> Vuk says, "Stealth is for tracking :)" |
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| − | You paged Vuk with 'Definitely markings of a larger animal around here. Decent chunks of bark off the |
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| − | |||
| − | trees at a higher level, which leads you to believe it was done with antlers. Also, while you don't |
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| − | |||
| − | /see/ anything in the immediate area, you do catch a /smell/ of something... bad. Almost like rotten |
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| − | |||
| − | meat.' |
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| − | |||
| − | Vuk spend a few minutes observing on foot before slipping back to his wolf and pulling him self onto |
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| − | |||
| − | it's back, slowly pulling the hammer back on his long gun and moving to follow the freshest signs of |
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| − | the large animals. "It smells wrong." He says quietly to his wolf, like it's talking back to him, or |
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| − | confirming it's behavior. |
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| − | Duroc looks up at the trees, "Yep, made its mark in the trees, and if these are anything to go by, |
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| − | it's a big 'un." He pulls an arrow from his quiver and holds it in his free hand, "Best that we drop |
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| − | it quick, they are mean when angered." |
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| − | Ferawyn turns her head towards Ssylrath and smiles a bit. "keep the green word close to your heart." |
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| − | She then looks to Vuk. "Smells wrong?" She says looks to Duroc and nods. "all right." She then looks |
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| − | up towards the trees. "hear that Oakheart?" a loud creak and a wooden groan can be heard before a |
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| − | |||
| − | 'thump' 'thump' out ahead can be heard. "Let's keep our eyes open, in case Oakheart doesn't see it." |
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| − | <OOC> Ferawyn says, "Perception check for me?" |
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| − | |||
| − | <OOC> Ferawyn says, "well, for me and Oakheart." |
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| − | <OOC> Ferawyn says, "me first." |
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| − | GAME: Ferawyn rolls perception: (7)+14: 21 |
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| − | GAME: Ferawyn rolls 1d20+2: (6)+2: 8 |
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| − | Ssylrath guides Muddy the bear with his knees, pulling out his well-worn sling and socketing a stone. |
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| − | |||
| − | "Wrong? Wrong how?" |
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| − | |||
| − | GAME: Ferawyn refreshes spells. |
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| − | |||
| − | You paged Ferawyn with 'Oakheart doesn't notice anything, but you catch it - the wind shifts for just |
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| − | |||
| − | a moment, and for that briefest of time you get the whiff of something rotten. Like spoiled meat.' |
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| − | <OOC> Ferawyn says, "can I roll knowledge/nature or survival to figure out what sort?" |
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| − | <OOC> Vuk will make a Perception check too Findrago, more ICly concerned with the evilthing. :) |
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| − | |||
| − | GAME: Vuk rolls perception: (10)+12: 22 |
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| − | |||
| − | You paged Vuk with 'Definitely rotten meat, with a hint of urine. Icky.' |
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| − | |||
| − | GAME: Ferawyn rolls knowledge/nature: (13)+11: 24 |
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| − | |||
| − | GAME: Ferawyn rolls survival: (18)+14: 32 |
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| − | |||
| − | You paged Ferawyn with 'The meat smells definitely spoiled - definitely has a hint of horsemeat to it |
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| − | |||
| − | - and is acocmpanied by a fragrant bouquet of urine and general unwashed nastiness.' |
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| − | |||
| − | Ferawyn pages: the loveliness of being a druid. |
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| − | |||
| − | Takiyah does her best to stay out of the way of those more skilled at forestcraft, her hands resting |
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| − | on her weapons. |
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| − | |||
| − | The wind shifts for a second, and carried upon it is a staccato, cackling noise. The noise is echoed |
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| − | again and again, reverberating off the trees and rocks, the snow doing little to dull it. |
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| − | |||
| − | Vuk instinctively ducks lower and keeps his long gun close. "Decay." He says quietly, see? Now |
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| − | |||
| − | there's odd noises -and- bad things. "We should reconsider the nature of this hunt. I smell decay and |
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| − | |||
| − | some thing is hunting out here." Why did he ever think this would be easy? |
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| − | |||
| − | Ferawyn sniffs at the air. "There was a horse up here.....it's been dead for a while, and something |
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| − | |||
| − | else has marked it. And it sounds like we're not alone." She then takes a deep breath. "Oakheart, |
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| − | |||
| − | stay close." She then looks to Takiyah. "Stay back with me. I imagine we're both the kind of person |
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| − | |||
| − | that stays out of the fighting." She says softly before looking to Ssylrath and Duroc. "Oakheart is a |
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| − | |||
| − | treant. If either of you know what it is, then it'll help us. DOn't shoot at it." |
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| − | |||
| − | Duroc frowns, "Could it be a carrion-eater?" He nods to Farawyn, "All right." Nocking the arrow, but |
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| − | |||
| − | not pulling back the string, he mutters quietly to himself in Dwarvish. |
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| − | |||
| − | Ssylrath tucks his sling away again and readies his lance instead. "Walking tree. I know them." He |
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| − | |||
| − | scans the forest around with care. "If it killed a horssse it is unlikely to flee, that makes hunting |
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| − | |||
| − | much easier, but the rewards lessss. It may be bad meat." He makes a few hand-gestures with his free |
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| − | |||
| − | hand, apparently signals of some sort. |
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| − | |||
| − | <OOC> Ssylrath says, "Oh, everyone has a +2 Morale versus fear and a +1 Morale on charge attacks |
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| − | |||
| − | while you can see me. I am all inspiring and stuff. Continuous effect." |
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| − | |||
| − | <OOC> Ferawyn says, "Since this is the forest, I have an 18 AC." |
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| − | |||
| − | Amidst the cackling, another sound rises - a low, plaintive moan, which only sets off another wave of |
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| − | |||
| − | cackles. From the sound of it, it's emanating a little ways to the east of the trail, over a small |
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| − | |||
| − | hill. |
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| − | |||
| − | Ferawyn says, "Sounds like it's from that way." She says pointing east. Not only for the group, but |
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| − | |||
| − | for Oakheart, who follows. The steps of the treant aren't quite as thunderous this time." |
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| − | |||
| − | Vuk is used to generally being coerced to investigate first, but this was dangerous, he was more at |
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| − | |||
| − | home here, and he just fades away soundlessly to circle wide to find a vantage point to observe over |
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| − | |||
| − | the hill. Stupid dwarf, stupid elf. Thinking he can't be quiet, maybe he'll just go home! |
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| − | |||
| − | Takiyah draws her dragonspitter. "Not sure what's making those noises, but it can't be good," she |
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| − | |||
| − | mutters. |
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| − | |||
| − | <OOC> Ferawyn makes a perception check. |
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| − | |||
| − | GAME: Ferawyn rolls perception: (20)+14: 34 |
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| − | |||
| − | Ssylrath rides forward, directly towards the sound. "I will invessstigate, Muddy and I can take care |
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| − | |||
| − | of ourselves if necessary, for a time. Our claws are sharp." |
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| − | |||
| − | "Well, we had best find it then," Duroc says gruffly, "I do not like this, not one bit." |
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| − | |||
| − | =================================ATTENTION!!================================= |
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| − | |||
| − | Findrago has dropped a TIMESTOP! |
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| − | Please +init, then cease all roleplay and actions immediately and wait for |
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| − | Findrago to instruct you further. |
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| − | For additional in-combat commands, please type: +thelp. |
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| − | ============================================================================= |
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| − | |||
| − | GAME: Ssylrath rolls initiative: Roll: 17 + Bonus: 2 = Total: 19 |
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| − | |||
| − | GAME: Takiyah rolls initiative: Roll: 11 + Bonus: 2 = Total: 13 |
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| − | |||
| − | You paged Ferawyn with 'The low sounds is very moose-like. And pain-like. Like a moose in pain.' |
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| − | |||
| − | Ferawyn pages: uh oh. |
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| − | |||
| − | GAME: Ferawyn rolls initiative: Roll: 14 + Bonus: 3 = Total: 17 |
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| − | |||
| − | GAME: Duroc rolls initiative: Roll: 4 + Bonus: 2 = Total: 6 |
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| − | |||
| − | <OOC> Vuk says, "How do I roll +init with my FTerrain modifier?" |
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| − | |||
| − | <OOC> Ferawyn only does one init, since my treant will move on the same init as me. |
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| − | |||
| − | <OOC> Findrago says, "Roll it, and I'll modify. +2?" |
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| − | |||
| − | GAME: Vuk rolls initiative: Roll: 12 + Bonus: 5 = Total: 17 |
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| − | |||
| − | <OOC> Vuk says, "Yep :) +2" |
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| − | |||
| − | GAME: Vuk's initiative total changed to 19. |
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| − | |||
| − | <pre> |
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| − | ===================== Current Initiative Order - Round 1 ===================== |
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| − | ---Init--Name----------------Notes-------------------------------------------- |
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| − | 19 Vuk Flat-footed (0 rnds active) |
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| − | ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ |
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| − | 19 Ssylrath Flat-footed (0 rnds active) |
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| − | ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ |
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| − | 17 Ferawyn Flat-footed (0 rnds active) |
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| − | ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ |
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| − | 13 Takiyah Flat-footed (0 rnds active) |
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| − | ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ |
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| − | 6 Duroc Flat-footed (0 rnds active) |
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| − | ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ |
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| − | ============================================================================== |
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| − | </pre> |
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| − | |||
| − | The group makes their way quietly toward the location of the sounds, slowly cresting the hill to spy |
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| − | |||
| − | the source of it. Quickly, it becomes evident that something is going horribly wrong on the other |
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| − | |||
| − | side. |
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| − | |||
| − | A /giant/ moose is fallen in the center of a small clearing, notable for its shards of bone that |
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| − | |||
| − | protrude from its skin. Its legs are obviously in bad shape, as crude, rusted jaw-traps are clamped |
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| − | |||
| − | onto two of them, and a net woven with razors is thrown over the top of it. Two spears stick out from |
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| − | |||
| − | its flank, and at least three arrows also are in its hide. |
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| − | |||
| − | More disturbing, however, are the creatures that surround it. Five tall humanoids wrapped in filthy |
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| − | |||
| − | furs and wielding shortswords covered in dried gore circle the fallen animal, and they take turns |
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| − | |||
| − | cruelly cutting the beast and cackling at its thrashing. |
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| − | |||
| − | Gnolls. |
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| − | |||
| − | <OOC> Vuk HISS! |
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| − | |||
| − | <OOC> Ssylrath says, "That's my line, Vuk." |
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| − | |||
| − | <OOC> Vuk pays Ssyl to hiss at Gnolls for me! |
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| − | |||
| − | <OOC> Ssylrath hisses impressively. |
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| − | |||
| − | ============================================================================== |
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| − | |||
| − | GAME: You roll initiative for gnoll 1: Roll: 2 + Bonus: 0 = Total: 2 |
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| − | |||
| − | GAME: You roll initiative for gnoll 2: Roll: 17 + Bonus: 0 = Total: 17 |
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| − | |||
| − | GAME: You roll initiative for gnoll 3 : Roll: 20 + Bonus: 0 = Total: 20 |
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| − | |||
| − | GAME: You roll initiative for gnoll 4 : Roll: 3 + Bonus: 0 = Total: 3 |
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| − | |||
| − | GAME: You roll initiative for gnoll 5 : Roll: 1 + Bonus: 0 = Total: 1 |
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| − | |||
| − | ===================== Current Initiative Order - Round 1 ===================== |
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| − | ---Init--Name----------------Notes-------------------------------------------- |
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| − | 20 Gnoll 3 |
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| − | ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ |
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| − | 19 Vuk Flat-footed (0 rnds active) |
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| − | ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ |
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| − | 19 Ssylrath Flat-footed (0 rnds active) |
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| − | ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ |
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| − | 17 Gnoll 2 |
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| − | ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ |
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| − | 17 Ferawyn Flat-footed (0 rnds active) |
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| − | ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ |
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| − | 13 Takiyah Flat-footed (0 rnds active) |
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| − | ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ |
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| − | 6 Duroc Flat-footed (0 rnds active) |
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| − | ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ |
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| − | 3 Gnoll 4 |
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| − | ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ |
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| − | 2 Gnoll 1 |
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| − | ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ |
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| − | 1 Gnoll 5 |
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| − | ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ |
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| − | ============================================================================== |
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| − | |||
| − | GAME: Findrago advances the initiative order. |
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| − | Round One - Init 20. |
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| − | It is now gnoll 3 's turn! Vuk is next! |
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| − | |||
| − | Vuk pages: Psst, remember. I'm hidden as fark due to my roll :) |
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| − | |||
| − | GAME: Findrago rolls 1d20+2: (2)+2: 4 |
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| − | |||
| − | The gnolls continue slicing away at the helpless moose, and one pulls off a long strip of flesh and |
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| − | |||
| − | gobbles it down in the most awful way. He is completely oblivious to the party. |
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| − | |||
| − | GAME: Findrago advances the initiative order. |
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| − | Round One - Init 19. |
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| − | It is now Vuk's turn! Ssylrath is next! |
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| − | GAME: Note Flat-footed on Vuk ended. |
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| − | |||
| − | <OOC> Vuk says, "I'm going to mercy kill the moose." |
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| − | |||
| − | <OOC> Vuk says, "want me to even roll for the shot or?" |
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| − | |||
| − | <OOC> Findrago says, "Nah, it's essentially helpless. Just pose it." |
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| − | |||
| − | GAME: Findrago advances the initiative order. |
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| − | Round One - Init 19. |
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| − | It is now Ssylrath's turn! Gnoll 2 is next! |
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| − | GAME: Note Flat-footed on Ssylrath ended. |
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| − | |||
| − | <OOC> Ssylrath says, "How far away am I? I did go ahead." |
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| − | |||
| − | <OOC> Findrago says, "Probably top of the hill, so I'd say 30 feet or so." |
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| − | |||
| − | <OOC> Ssylrath says, "I'd like to charge the nearest one then. I'll go for nonlethal, basically I'll |
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| − | |||
| − | be clotheslining it and riding by to a total of 60' move." |
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| − | |||
| − | <OOC> Ssylrath says, "I have Ride-By Attack." |
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| − | |||
| − | <OOC> Findrago says, "That'll be Gnoll #5. Go for it!" |
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| − | |||
| − | GAME: Ssylrath rolls melee +1 +4 -4: (2)+9+1+4+-4: 12 |
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| − | |||
| − | <OOC> Findrago says, "Miss. :(" |
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| − | |||
| − | <OOC> Ssylrath says, "It should be flat-footed if that helps..." |
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| − | |||
| − | Vuk ..was annoyed, even from a hundred steps distant from the gnolls and their trapped pray, he could |
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| − | |||
| − | was taking the shot. His long gun comes up, and it snaps in the cold air, the slug snarling past a |
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| − | |||
| − | gnoll, even clipping a few hairs off it, to explode through the moose's skull, blowing shards of |
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| − | |||
| − | bones, and it's brains out across the sickly snow. Whilst he loads another cartridge, his wolf is |
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| − | |||
| − | tearing off again, relocating by the gentle pressure of his heel. Where he was once cresting the |
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| − | |||
| − | hill, is now an empty spot as he moves to a vantage point to the left, behind a copse of young trees. |
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| − | |||
| − | GAME: Findrago advances the initiative order. |
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| − | Round One - Init 17. |
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| − | It is now gnoll 2's turn! Ferawyn is next! |
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| − | |||
| − | GAME: Findrago rolls 1d20+3: (1)+3: 4 (Gnoll 2 throws a spear) |
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| − | |||
| − | Ssylrath urges Muddy into action, riding right past the creatures with his lance out to the side. He |
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| − | |||
| − | pulls up on the far side and calls out to them. "Torturing animals is below a follower of the Green. |
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| − | |||
| − | Do you wish to withdraw or fight?" |
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| − | |||
| − | One of the gnolls is covered in the result of Vuk's gunshot, although to be honest it was already |
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| − | |||
| − | pretty gore-covered. It leaps back as Ssylrath charges past, picking up a spear from the ground and |
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| − | |||
| − | hurling it at the bear-rider. It must have blood in its eye or something, because its throw is widely |
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| − | |||
| − | off-mark, and buries itself in a tree harmlessly. |
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| − | |||
| − | GAME: Findrago advances the initiative order. |
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| − | Round One - Init 17. |
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| − | It is now Ferawyn's turn! Takiyah is next! |
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| − | GAME: Note Flat-footed on Ferawyn ended. |
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| − | |||
| − | <OOC> Ferawyn says, "How close is the gnoll that tore off the chunk of the moose?" |
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| − | |||
| − | <OOC> Findrago says, "40 feet. 30 from the top of the hill, plus he's on the far side of the dire |
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| − | |||
| − | moose." |
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| − | |||
| − | <OOC> Ferawyn says, "so he's in range. not of me....the treant." |
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| − | |||
| − | <OOC> Findrago says, "Indeed." |
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| − | |||
| − | <OOC> Ferawyn says, "he closes in and attacks, but I cast bull's strength on it." |
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| − | |||
| − | GAME: Ferawyn casts Bull's Strength. Caster Level: 5 DC: 16 |
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| − | |||
| − | <OOC> Findrago says, "Sounds good to me. Tree-whomp away." |
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| − | |||
| − | <OOC> Ferawyn says, "he's also using power attack" |
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| − | |||
| − | GAME: Ferawyn rolls 1d20+10: (15)+10: 25 |
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| − | |||
| − | <OOC> Findrago says, "hit!" |
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| − | |||
| − | GAME: Ferawyn rolls 2d6+12: (2)+12: 14 |
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| − | |||
| − | <OOC> Findrago says, "Wow. gnoll #3 drops like a bad habit." |
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| − | |||
| − | GAME: 'Gnoll 3' removed from initiative list. |
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| − | |||
| − | GAME: Findrago advances the initiative order. |
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| − | Round One - Init 13. |
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| − | It is now Takiyah's turn! Duroc is next! |
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| − | GAME: Note Flat-footed on Takiyah ended. |
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| − | <OOC> Takiyah says, "Move to where I can affect most of the party and cast Bless." |
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| − | "Great hunter. These gnolls are torturing this moose instead of killing it." Ferawyn exhales quietly |
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| − | and grazes her hand on Oakheart. "Oakheart, teach them to not torture the animals." A groan comes |
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| − | from the treant and it thumps it's way forward. rearing one branch back, it brings it's branch down |
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| − | like a fist and hammer.....and crushes the gnoll with one blow. |
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| − | GAME: Takiyah casts Bless. Caster Level: 4 DC: 15 |
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| − | <OOC> Findrago says, "Everyone, please keep in mind you are all at +1 to hit and +1 to saves vs. |
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| − | fear." |
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| − | GAME: Findrago advances the initiative order. |
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| − | Round One - Init 6. |
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| − | It is now Duroc's turn! Gnoll 4 is next! |
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| − | GAME: Note Flat-footed on Duroc ended. |
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| − | Takiyah steps forward, drawing her hammer. "Reos, forge our determination into greatness!" she prays. |
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| − | <OOC> Duroc says, "Going to attack the nearest living gnoll, then." |
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| − | GAME: Duroc rolls attack+1: (19)+0+1: 20 |
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| − | <OOC> Findrago says, "Nice roll! What weapon do you have? is that a threat?" |
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| − | <OOC> Duroc says, "Nah, longbow. Surprised it didn't take my BAB or DEX into account." |
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| − | <OOC> Findrago says, "it's +roll ranged, not +roll attack. :)" |
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| − | <OOC> Duroc says, "Duly noted" |
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| − | GAME: Duroc rolls 1d8+4: (4)+4: 8 |
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| − | <OOC> Findrago says, "Okay, I gotta ask. What's the +4 from?" |
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| − | <OOC> Duroc says, "Mighty 4" |
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| − | <OOC> Findrago says, "And you've got the +4 for Str?" |
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| − | <OOC> Duroc says, "Yep" |
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| − | <OOC> Findrago says, "You're the man. Pose the damage." |
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| − | GAME: Findrago advances the initiative order. |
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| − | Round One - Init 3. |
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| − | It is now gnoll 4 's turn! Gnoll 1 is next! |
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| − | Duroc looses an arrow at the nearest gnoll and gives a dark grin when the arrow strikes it in the |
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| − | leg. |
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| − | <OOC> Findrago says, "There's an "arrow to the knee" joke in thee somewhere. ;)" |
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| − | GAME: Findrago rolls 1d20+2: (15)+2: 17 |
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| − | <OOC> Findrago says, "Duroc, AC?" |
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| − | <OOC> Duroc says, "18" |
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| − | <OOC> Findrago says, "Swing and a miss. Stupid power attack. ;)" |
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| − | As an arrow firmly embeds itself into his compatriot's thigh, another gnoll grabs his spear and |
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| − | charges headlong at the source of the attack with a mad laugh. The point of the weapon glances |
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| − | harmlessly off the dwarf's armor, instead burying itself in the ground. |
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| − | GAME: Findrago advances the initiative order. |
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| − | Round One - Init 2. |
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| − | It is now gnoll 1's turn! Gnoll 5 is next! |
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| − | <OOC> Findrago says, "Ssylrath, this one's charging you... AoO if you want." |
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| − | GAME: Ssylrath rolls melee+1: (4)+9+1: 14 |
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| − | <OOC> Findrago says, "Miss on the AoO. and no, it's running around the other side of the moose." |
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| − | GAME: Findrago rolls 1d20+4: (6)+4: 10 |
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| − | <OOC> Findrago says, "Miss anyway. :)" |
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| − | <OOC> Ssylrath says, "Even with the charge AC penalty?" |
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| − | <OOC> Findrago says, "Ooh, you're right. Roll damage." |
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| − | GAME: Ssylrath rolls 1d8+6: (7)+6: 13 |
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| − | <OOC> Findrago says, "He kind of skewers himself. o.O" |
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| − | <OOC> Ssylrath says, "That's the idea. :)" |
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| − | One of the other gnolls charges madly at Ssylrath, however he seems to miss the point of his lance. |
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| − | That is, until it's buried in his chest and protruding from his back. |
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| − | GAME: Findrago advances the initiative order. |
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| − | Round One - Init 1. |
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| − | It is now gnoll 5 's turn! Vuk is next! |
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| − | GAME: 'gnoll 1' removed from initiative list. |
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| − | GAME: Findrago rolls 1d20+4: (6)+4: 10 |
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| − | The gnoll that was just Duroc's target also charges at him, but the pain in its leg means its attack |
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| − | is also way off mark. |
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| − | GAME: NEW ROUND! |
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| − | Findrago advances the initiative order. |
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| − | Round Two - Init 19. |
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| − | It is now Vuk's turn! Ssylrath is next! |
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| − | <OOC> Findrago says, "Quick recap: Gnolls 4 and 5 are on Duroc, and Gnoll 2 is on Ssylrath, who is |
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| − | definitely male." |
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| − | <OOC> Vuk says, "Roger Roger. I'll shoot 4." |
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| − | GAME: Vuk rolls ranged-5: (3)+11+-5: 9 |
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| − | <OOC> Findrago says, "Miss!" |
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| − | GAME: Findrago advances the initiative order. |
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| − | Round Two - Init 19. |
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| − | It is now Ssylrath's turn! Gnoll 2 is next! |
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| − | <OOC> Ssylrath says, "One is attacking me in melee?" |
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| − | <OOC> Findrago says, "One chucked a spear at you." |
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| − | <OOC> Ssylrath says, "Okay, I'll charge him. :)" |
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| − | <OOC> Ssylrath says, "Heck, I'll challenge him first. :)" |
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| − | <OOC> Findrago ooOOooOOoo. |
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| − | Vuk was trying to shoot into a melee, and he was also trying to not shoot the rather insulting dwarf, |
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| − | it causes his shot to go wide, furrowing into a tree beyond the fight. "This hunt is not |
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| − | very..hunty." He isn't sure how to not yell 'There's gnolls trying to eat us.' with out sounding like |
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| − | a coward. Which he is. |
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| − | GAME: Ssylrath rolls melee+1+1+1+4: (1)+9+1+1+1+4: 17 |
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| − | <OOC> Findrago says, "Hit!" |
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| − | <OOC> Ssylrath says, "My dice suck. That was a 1." |
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| − | <OOC> Findrago says, "Miss! :D" |
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| − | <OOC> Ssylrath says, "Okay, with Ride-by Muddy will be charging too, and bite." |
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| − | <OOC> Findrago says, "OK" |
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| − | GAME: Ssylrath rolls 1d20+8-1+2 (bite with power attack): (14)+8+-1+2 (bite with power attack): 23 |
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| − | <OOC> Findrago says, "Hit! For realz!" |
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| − | GAME: Ssylrath rolls 2d6+6+3 (bite damage): (5)+6+3 (bite damage): 14 |
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| − | <OOC> Findrago says, "The bear bites him in half. Probably gags on the taste." |
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| − | GAME: 'gnoll 2' removed from initiative list. |
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| − | GAME: Findrago advances the initiative order. |
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| − | Round Two - Init 17. |
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| − | It is now Ferawyn's turn! Takiyah is next! |
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| − | <OOC> Ferawyn says, "How close are the other two gnolls to my treant?" |
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| − | <OOC> Findrago says, "They moved to fight Duroc. 20 feet or so." |
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| − | <OOC> Ferawyn says, "So he gets one attack. okay. and I'm casting call lightning." |
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| − | Ssylrath levels his lance at the gnoll who threw a spear. "You will pay for what you have done to |
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| − | this animal!" He charges, the lance going slightly wide but the bear burying it in an avalance of |
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| − | claws and teeth. Blood goes everywhere. |
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| − | <OOC> Ferawyn has the treant attack first. |
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| − | GAME: Ferawyn rolls 1d20+10: (16)+10: 26 |
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| − | GAME: Ferawyn rolls 2d6+12: (7)+12: 19 |
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| − | <OOC> Findrago says, "which one was this on, 4, or the already-damaged 5?" |
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| − | <OOC> Ferawyn says, "4." |
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| − | <OOC> Findrago says, "Dead" |
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| − | GAME: Ferawyn casts Call Lightning. Caster Level: 5 DC: 17 |
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| − | <OOC> Ferawyn says, "which I use on 5." |
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| − | <OOC> Findrago says, "Reflex save?" |
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| − | <OOC> Ferawyn says, "for half." |
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| − | GAME: Ferawyn rolls 3d6: (16): 16 |
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| − | GAME: Findrago rolls 1d20: (9): 9 |
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| − | <OOC> Findrago nope nope nope. Crispy gnoll. |
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| − | Ferawyn is still standing at the top of the hill as her companions try to fight off the gnolls. |
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| − | Oakheart, the sapling treant, turns it's fury upon one of the gnolls attacking duroc and in one swing |
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| − | and SMASH, the gnoll goes from laughing to non-existant. The other one, with the arrow in it's knee, |
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| − | gets a look from Ferawyn after she finishes chanting, electricity from the sky. "you should not have |
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| − | angered gilead by torturing an animal." She says.....and LOUDly snaps her fingers. The crack of her |
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| − | finger snap turns into a BOOM from a lightning strike.....right into the arrow from Duroc. The |
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| − | smoking gnolls falls dead next to the moose, and Oakheart looks to make sure all is now safe. |
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| − | especially since Oakheart is a LOT taller than the rest of them. |
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| − | GAME: Findrago removes the timestop. |
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| − | Timestop by Findrago has left. |
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| − | GAME: You remove the timestop. |
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| − | <OOC> Findrago says, "Okay, we're out of rounds now because y'all are just too damn efficient and |
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| − | deadly. :)" |
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| − | <OOC> Findrago says, "Also, can I get a quick perception check from everyone." |
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| − | GAME: Duroc rolls perception: (5)+7: 12 |
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| − | GAME: Ssylrath rolls perception: (10)+9: 19 |
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| − | GAME: Vuk rolls perception: (4)+12: 16 |
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| − | Vuk waits till the gnolls are truly dead, and then moves in towards the carnage, his wolf growls |
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| − | about it, it reeks here. "We should burn the remains." |
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| − | GAME: Takiyah rolls Perception: (1)+6: 7 |
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| − | Ssylrath speaks up. "No, even carrion-eaters are good meat if you are careful. Killing without need |
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| − | makes us as bad as them." He swings out of the saddle and pokes one with his clawed foot. "I will |
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| − | deal with them if you do not wish to." |
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| − | GAME: Ferawyn rolls perception: (5)+14: 19 |
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| − | As Duroc was getting ready to deal with the two gnolls that attempted to skewer him when a treant |
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| − | kills one and a bolt of lightning stikes the other. A few blinks later and the confusion dissipates |
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| − | he says, "Oi!" He grumbles, "I ain't eating no gnoll, ye can have them if you want." |
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| − | You paged (Ferawyn, Ssylrath) with 'As you're regrouping fromthe battle, you notice that one of the |
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| − | gnoll bodies is missing... the first one that the treant mauled to death. There are marks in the snow |
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| − | indicating that it was likely dragged intot he nearby underbrush, and in the distance you think you |
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| − | can see a larger humanoid figure striding through the woods with something over its shoulder... then |
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| − | disappear into the woodline.' |
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| − | Takiyah carefully looks around, but her attention is drawn to the giant moose. "That... is a big |
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| − | moose. If I pattern the mana-pistons off of its muscles, I might be able to get better lifting |
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| − | strength on those belts," she muses. |
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| − | <OOC> Findrago says, "Okay, folks, feel free to RP amongst yourselves if you'd like... I've got the |
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| − | log running, but I need to step away for a bit, so I'm going to call the "adventure" part of the PrP |
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| − | finished here." |
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| − | <OOC> Findrago says, "Don't forget to +nom your buddies for RP. And thanks for bearing with me - this |
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| − | was actually my first PrP. :)" |
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| − | Vuk is -not- eating gnolls. "If you wish to try and butcher the moose, by all means. I meant we |
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| − | should burn the gnolls and perhaps look for their lair. They surely would have had one close to |
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| − | here." He points out.."Perhaps they even carried gems on their persons." He makes no move to search |
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| − | them. |
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| − | Ferawyn quietly walks down from the hill and smiles to Takiyah. "Thank you for your help." She says |
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| − | softly before she looks to the others. "Put the carcasses together. They'll bring the carrion eaters |
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| − | to take care of the scraps." She then sighs a bit and pats Oakheart on the leg, noticing that one of |
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| − | the gnoll bodies is missing. "Hmm.....we may have more trouble later from these guys." She says |
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| − | softly. "I think we should head back. I'm sure we can find a few rabbits to eat on the way." |
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| − | <OOC> Findrago says, "As a side note... the "horsemeat" smell some people got is because the gnolls |
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| − | have strips of horsemeat under their cloaks to use for rations. The cloaks are also the things that |
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| − | smell like pee. Gnolls are frighteningly unhygenic. :)" |
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| − | Ssylrath crouches down and searches the gnolls quickly, pulling out anything of value and then |
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| − | starting on any garments they had on. "Muddy and I will bring honor to these creatures that they did |
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| − | not have in life." He seems undisturbed by the smell, perhaps because his nostrils seem to have |
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| − | closed up completely. |
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| − | Ferawyn places a hand upon Duroc and Ssylrath. "As for you two, if I may seak with you both on the |
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| − | way back. If you both follow the ways of nature as i do, and wish to protect it, I may have a loose |
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| − | group of people you may wish to meet that have the same ideals. Interested?" |
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| − | "We can talk, we can talk." Duroc says as he readies himself to depart. He begins making his way back |
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| − | to town to speak with the others. |
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| − | Vuk is all for finding -not- corrupted filthy game, and he sure isn't eating any gnolls. "Yes yes, I |
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| − | will keep my ears open for further reports, hopefully they were not part of a larger band. I do not |
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| − | wish to think of the effects of many upon the local wild life.." |
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| − | Ssylrath pulls out a skinning knife. "I'll deal with these, I understand if nobody else wants to join |
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| − | me." |
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| − | Duroc takes a seat, and tries to tend to his equipment, and maybe try to even catch his breath, it |
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| − | happens when you have lightning flash in front of you and see a treant whallop a gnoll to death. |
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| − | Ssylrath finishes butchering the gnolls and makes sure the moose is similarly dealt with. He packs up |
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| − | everyone of any use into his saddlebags. |
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| − | << Note: I was away for a bit and the log cut out here. There was still RP after this. >> |
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| − | - Findrago! |
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