Tauron lets of another arrow.
This time with better effect.

OOC:
16:52, Today: Tauron Alphmellon rolled 7 using 1d8 with rolls of 7.  Damage.

16:52, Today: Tauron Alphmellon rolled 18 using 1d20+2 with rolls of 16.  attack with bow.

A chicken? Really Gorum? This is what I am to be tested with?

A frown tugged at the corners of Octavia's ruby red lips as she marched out in front of the archers. She produced her holy symbol and with a shout she summoned a shield of pure faith in front of her before readying her blade.

"If it comes close to us I will strike it down. Gorum shall see my strength, even against a stupid chicken."

Whether she was ignorant of the cockatrice's danger or was perhaps trying to downplay it was anyone's guess but the armed and armored woman strode forward.

Drezghl smiled at Octavia's outburst but said nothing to her.  He simply readied his sword as well and walked with her and took up a position on the opposite side of the hole.
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"I wish it was just some," he let's another arrow fly, "crap, just some chicken." His arrow hits the dirt and nothing else.

15:16, Today: Secret Roll: Filarion Petxalim rolled 10,2 using d20+5,d6 with rolls of 5,2.  Attack/damage.

Tauron hits with an arrow the creature squawks and retreats into the hole....

It sounds like it is getting closer in a tunnel underfoot....

The cockatrice pops out of the ground near Tauron and attempts to mount and bite the neck of his goose.....

Knowledge nature or wisdom check DC 12

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The creature is attempting to mate with the goose....

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"It's over there," the elf calls out missing yet again

19:31, Today: Secret Roll: Filarion Petxalim rolled 10,1 using d20+5,d6 with rolls of 5,1.  Attack/damage.

Dagnabbit!!

Tauron turns his bow on the creature again trying help his friend.
However trying not hit the swan his aim was way off.

At the same time his swan tries to get away from the creature and it advances.

OOC:
12:18, Today: Tauron Alphmellon rolled 6 using 1d20+4 with rolls of 2.  Swan fly check.
16:39, Yesterday: Tauron Alphmellon rolled 3 using 1d20+2 with rolls of 1.  attack with bow.

Drez chuckled to himself a bit when he saw the cockatrice assaulted the goose.  Knowing the consequences of the act, he ran forward kicking at the cockatrice in an attempt to separate them.


OOC - 19:21, Today: Drezghl Zuhv rolled 25 using 1d20+5 with rolls of 20.  Bull rush vs cockatrice.

Unless it makes some great rolls, that chicken got punted like a football.
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The armored woman charged forward alongside Drezghul but instead of playing football she led with her giant greatsword in a fearsome chop.

Drezghl kicks the cockatrice straight into Octavia ‘s sword splitting it not in just two pieces, but somehow splitting it into thirds.

Raz grinned and stopped strumming as he looked at the pieces on the ground.

"It looks like meat's back on the menu, boys! Hmmm...how does one prepare cockatrice? Perhaps battered and fried?"

Glad that the thing was taken care of, Filarion tried to gather up the three arrows he shot, but to no avail. "You can have my portion," the elf says with a disgusted look at the bard. He then collects the stone animals, they might fetch a return as trinkets

19:58, Today: Filarion Petxalim rolled 81,100,68 using D100,d100,d100 ((81,100,68)).
Find my fired ammo. I'm guessing it's all lost.

Knowledge nature or arcana DC 14

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The beak and possibly the claws seem to have a strange substance on them, perhaps related to the calcification of the prey items....might not wat to eat those parts...

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DC 20

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The source appears to be the gizzard and gall bladder of the beast

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Tauron looks over at Drezghl Zuhv and Octavia Cassiana.
Thankyou.  I do not think my swan very happy with what just happened.

The swan make few noises and then shakes it feather and looks around madly.
Then in moment it takes off.

Razmatin begins preparing the carcass.

"You see as long as you avoid the gizzard and the gall bladder you will be perfectly fine. Tastes like chicken and even if not prepared to your standards how many wenches can you woo by making the claim that you've eaten roasted cockatrice."

He grinned and finished his preparations before wrapping up the meat.

OOC: Aracana check: 23

"I saw that too, Raz. I still won't eat that disgusting thing.", Drez replied. as he walked away and retrieved his throwing axe.
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Octavia rolled her eyes at the silly bard and offered up a quick prayer of thanks to Gorum.

"Let us move forward. I am sure there is more blood to be spilled then that of a fowl."

"Yes. There is, Priestess.  Remember those pieces of skin that I collected?   Large skin.  Large creature. Maybe even a tatzlwyrm. ", said Drezghl.
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Raz continues on, apparently trying to find all the words that rhyme with "tatzlwyrm" in a painfully arduous process. When anyone gives him a harsh look he just proclaims that true art takes time and effort and that none of them start as a masterpiece.

The evening meal of cockatrice turns out good, but the lack of meat is made up for by the vegetables found...

I have listed everything in hex D1 in the hex map thread....

Tomorrow you start into hex C1.

The campfire burns into the evening the last reminantes of cockatrice bones feathers and grease burn to ash...
Unless someone was keeping something...

The night passes without event and the morning finds a light coat of dew coating the grassy plains...
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Raz continues to tune up his guitar and work on his "masterpiece"

"There once were heroes from Brevoy
That embarked on an epic convoy
They fought a cockatrice with brawn
After it went for our swan
But not before it mounted the poor boy"
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Drez stoked up the fire a bit and warmed some of the foraged veggies into an inpromptu soup for breakfast. He sat watching the sunrise and tried to enjoy what piece and quiet was left before the party awoke

The holy woman going through her morning rites, speaking over each piece of armor before clasping it into place and consecrating every knife, dagger, and blade as she slowly equipped herself for the day. Every movement was in ritual to the great god of battle with repeated promises to bring bloody glory to his name with every step and every breath.

Filarion was ready as soon as the sun broke the horizon. He stood with with armor and shirt off, moving in intricate circles and moves against in invisible foe. Once they were on their way, he ran beside the horses rather than ride his for the first hour, easily keeping up with the light canter of their hooves until he was sufficiently warmed up for the day.

Sweat glistened on his chest and slightly muscular arms while he smiled broadly and made small talk. All conversations though eventually circled around to the Swordlords and his wish to be one.