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While the occasion really was more of a preperation, the atmosphere and the gathered stalls made it feel a bit like a country fair, and she'd always adored those. The golden minidragon wanders through the surroundings, checking her supplies for a moment before she decides to pick up some fresh food to have her belly full before she does anything else. Currently, she stands in front of someone's stall who is selling a recipe for some kind of skillet-cake made of things one can find in rations, to make travel more palatable, and giving out samples of it to those who buy, along with the general goods that they sell for all-purpose traveling needs. She listens to the bellowing voice however, keeping a little bit of her attention toward the messager in the meantime.

Sitting near the halfling, Sam is standing against a wall. He's wearing a old cloak, somewhat ratty. The body is covered in dirt and grime and most stear clear of him. He watches the area, one of his eye is covered in a patch. The man looks human as well. Slowly, he hobbles around going from shop to shop but doesn't go inside. A few times with the amount of people around, he seems to blend in.

Several people are in their booth, but one stands out. A young woman is standing near a small wagon seeming to be alone. Several furs line it, reading to be sold. Some squirrels, two raccoons, two rats, two fox pelts as well as a single deer pelt are in the wagon. Some people walk by, some others seem interested and check on the two fox pelts. A older man, looking to be human walks up to it, rubbing his chin. He stands there, wearing nobility then checks out the raccoons but no one puts anything out if they are interested but some are seemingly interested.

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Welcome to the game Haley.

She stood there, offering any potential patron a smile and quick to answer any questions if needed. Otherwise, she was content to see if her wares would sell. Halie reached up, brushing back a red lock from her face and tucking it back behind her ear before taking a sip from her waterskin. The announcement had drawn her attention, that curiosity clear on her fair features.

The halfling repeats what he said before, trying to get more people to converge around the main marketplace. He glances over at the kobold and jumps up, wide-eyed as he spots her and stumbles almost off the boxes. One of the passerbyes grabs him to keep him from falling over and he nods a thanks to them. Righting himself, he keeps repeating what was said after a few moments.

The tiefling watches this for a moment, not moving for a time and leans against a wall near Haile's cart. Crossing his arms, the bum it appears watches as some people walk by. Some sit down near the king's area as if waiting.

Once she has gotten her travel cake... and some roasted meat... and some fried thing she can't quite recognize... and filled her travel mug with a bit of ale, the kobold moves herself a bit closer to the halfling, waiting in the central area around him for the news from the king and queen, quietly sipping at her beverage. Anyone who has kept an eye on her would probably be surprised at the sheer appetite that she displays, more something one would expect from a particularly large Human or a drunk Dwarf than someone of her diminutive stature. She rocks from foot to foot as she waits, humming something tuneless but with a nice rhythm as she does so.
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Some of the guards set up in the main square surrounding a rather large tent. The halfling puts his hands up and in a odd voice louder then before he speaks probably with some sort of magic "Hush! Hush! Watch and listen to the King and Queen!"

Coming out of the tent is the King and Queen. Looking to be probably human, dressed in noble garb they raise their hands up as several of the townspeople go silent. Some look in awe and seem excited. The Queen speaks 'Welcome! I have a interesting quest for anyone willing to accept it. Wintermist was lost some time ago. We have sent messages and messangers to it but we have not heard back and we both feel for the worst. Anyone wishing to go there please step up! All whom wish not to, enjoy the parade and music! Enjoy the refreshment! If any questions, feel free to come forwards and we will do the best to answer! Once again have fun! May the blessings come to you." She smiles as her husband nods in agreement.

Shortly after they speak, night begins to form. Some people go to the tents holding the Queen and King. Soon, some of them leave, others continue to mingle and party. The guards light up lanterns and hang them uo providing needed light.

The guards near the tent move around, light up several fireworks and send them into the air!



The tiefling bum moves from the wall, mingling with the crowd and seems to dissapear amongst the crowd.
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Zin certainly doesn't like the sound of that, when frontier towns or even cities go silent, it usually means some kind of natural disaster, or even worse some kind of unnatural disaster has struck them. Naturally, being the kind of person she is, she decides to make her way to the recruitment tent with the King and Queen, along with the rest of the folks who seem interested in the 'quest'. She is quiet for the moment, milling through the crowd in the way only a child-sized person can manage, and just listening to the conversations about the trek and what they'll be expected to do to help along the way... and if it comes up what the reward will be, selfless goodness is its own reward, but money buys more food!

Halie had moved a little closer and listened quietly as the announcement was made, a frown coming to her lips as she considered the offer. At first, she turned as if she were just going to go back to her stall but hesitated. Inhaling deeply and letting it out slowly, Halie turned back to where the King and Queen had retreated. Steeling her courage in place, Halie made her way to their tent. “Excuse me…Halie Delmenn. I...I would like to offer my services to help though on their way to Wintermist. I am a good hunter and tracker…” she spoke confidently, sure of her skills.

The Queen and King sit within their confines of the tent but standing there before it is a massive man. He crosses his arms over his chest, a blade sheathed upon his back. As Halie and Zin approached, the Queen comes out standing behind the man. There is also several people interested in the quest, as well as the bum but he remains at the back pressing by a few others and seeming lost. He sits down, rubbing his shoulder.

Some of the other people approach as the Queen comes out. She speaks with some of them but they depart shortly afterwards "Shame. I can te...." Her eyes stop at the bum, and she goes back into the tent. Some other people come, just watching and talking. The fireworks continue to flight above, sending down bright blues, greens and other colors across the sky. When they steps aside, the bum is gone.

Afer a few moments, the Queen comes back out. She leans forwards and goes to gently place her hands upon Halie's shoulder "A tracker and hunter? Interesting. You are so young!" The Queen taps her hands "Yes I remeber. Your father did business in the past. How is he fairing? I miss our talks. Being a queen has its faults but good comes as well. Was that your cart I saw earlier? One with the deer? Perhaps we will buy it from you." The woman leans back and smiles, her eyes fall upon the kobold. Her eyes watch for a moment "So what can you provide?" She seems intrigued.
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Ardis had always preferred to travel at night, he'd had a bad season and the harvest wasn't going to be good. He'd left the service of his lord to go and find a fortune of his own, being here in the capital was something interesting. The sudden flashes of the fire works caught him off guard.

GODS! He truly hated his elven blood some days, watching the spectacle of fire works. He simply dismounted his horse and made his way, pulling he goggles over his eyes to ease some of the flashing. He'd heard the royal's call for people to undertake a quest. He thought for a moment and watched a young human woman come forward and say something.

The dark skinned elf walked carefully forward keeping his wide brimmed hat down low, "I'd be honoured to offer my servie to this mission as well your majesty."

The kobold is surprised to be noticed so quickly, usually even without trying to hide herself, Humans tend to overlook her, in the same fashion that they do Goblins or Halflings: unintntionally due to small size, that is.

She gives a quick bow to the Royals before she taps her chin thoughtfully, baring her fangs in a surprisingly amicable looking smile despite their sharpness. "I was born dragonblooded, so I can use magic." She conjures up a tiny whirl of sparkling motes in the palm of her hand (Prestidigitation) to prove this, then looses something between a thoughtful 'hmmm' and a low growl. "Mmmm... other than that I'm pretty keen-eyed I'm told, and I am a scholar of magical study as well as its active practice."

Tilting her head as the half-drow and kobold speak, she leans forwards "If I may ask, how good are you with that musket? Did it come naturally to you or were you trained? I ask a lot I know but with a dire mission, its something I must do. Of course you need not answer and I can assume you are very good with it." She looks at the kobold "A definatly interesting ability I must say. And a keen view on the arcana is vastly good." She leans back, glancing at her husband who is silent probably allowing her to choose. His eyes glance around, eyes narrowing upon the crowd as if looking for something or someone. Perhaps the bum but he seems to be gone. Several other nobles watch the gathering.

“My father is doing well. Stubborn and ornery like always,” Halie chuckled, reaching up and tucking a coppery red lock back behind her ear. Her hazel eyes shifted to the half drow, a brow raising as she regarded him and taking in his features. After giving him the once over, she looked to the kobold. This group was proving to be rather...interesting to say the least.

The kobold, for her own part, dips her head in a nod to the woman as she is looked at, before rummaging around in one of the side-pockets of her pack and pulling out a piece of jerky to gnaw at quietly. Waiting to see if anyone else presents themselves to be a part of this bizarre little cadre... the combination of skills definitely seems like they would be pretty survivable at least, people who can take care of themselves working together will be able to take care of a larger group, after all.

The gunslinger decides to not go on the quest and the Queen nods her head. She watches the ranger and sorceror "It seems what I had planned does not go as best as I feel. So, two of you want to depart? Come morning, horses will be provided and perhaps a covered cart. Of course for you, a mount will be given if needbe my friend." The Queen nods her head and smiles and the King fully agrees "I am glad he is doing alright and I am hoping to see him soon." Her eyes dart to the ranger.

"I'm good to go whenever, I don't really have anything to do but traveling, so traveling to help some folks is a step up from my usual aimless wandering. You never know what kind of interaction or event experiencing will make the dragonblood bubble up and get stronger." She shrugs her shoulders, thick tail swaying behind her like some cross between a cat and a crocodile.

“I have my own trusty steed,” Halie said with a bow of her head. Peto would be so sore with her if she were to leave him behind and take another, inferior breed. She chuckled softly thinking of the temperamental beast who, at times, seemed a little too over protective of her.

"Enjoy the festivities for the night. Enjoy yourself." The queen goes to gently place a token to each of them "These will provide most of what you need tonight-be it food, ale or wine. Just for the night. You will be given them free." The king, goes to gently place a hand over their shoulders, smiling "Go on now. Come morning, you will be provided with what you need. And my friend do not let the dragonblood get the better of you alright? I have known several people who have it." The man smiles and leans back. The queen leans forwards and looks at Halie "Sell what you can. Anything not sold I will personally buy, you have my word. You two should bond. It will be a long journey."

"It's ok! I don't think my dragon-blood is the evil kind... probably why I am this color, it mostly just makes me hungry all the time." She pauses for a moment, and then smiles, a broad, fanged grin that comes off as almost innocent, or at the very least playfully full of mirth. "Maybe I'll get lucky and some day all of this food will make me actually get bigger instead of just giving me watermelon-crushing thighs." She's always been mildly frustrated by her diminutive stature, not because of any kind of inferiority but simply because it makes it harder to reach things... and it makes her travel slower to boot. "I'll have to trouble you for a horse to keep up with everyone else, on that note... I'm not terribly good at riding but I'm sure I'll figure out how to fake it at some point along the way!"

Halie merely nodded to the Queen, a soft smile on her lips as she pocketed the token. With a bit of a sigh, she turned to head back to her cart, figuring that they could start to get to know each other when she was done with her work. Hazel eyes darted around, taking in the people that milled about.

The night passes and everyone seems to enjoy the night. A queens guard after the night comes to a end motions to two rooms in a small in all payed for by the Queen. They are given anything they wish.

Come morning, they are escorted out to the stables. A covered wagon with two horses are set for them and a small ram is brought in for the kobold. The wagon has enough food for a weeks worth. Halie is informed by the Queen that her cart and all within it has been purchesed and the money sent to her father plus a bit more.

Sitting on the wagon crosslegged is the odd bum. He doesn't look up, hiding his face and the guards pay him little attention.

The kobold and huma are told to head north along the road and keep following it. They are provided some information but the exact location is unknown just to head north. A map is provided but to shows mountain to the far north with a road leading towards it but it stops.

Halie had moved to retrieve Peto, her horse and guided him to the cart. Seeing the other two horses gave her pause and she looked to the kobold. "Who...is going to drive the cart?"

"I... do not know. Perhaps they have someone to drive the wagon themselves? It didn't seem like they were intending for us to do it" She frowned as best someone with a snout can, and rubbed her chin thoughtfully, checking out the ram they'd provided for her, she'd never seen a riding-trained ovid before, and the idea was kind of neat to her.

The bum who is sitting at the drivers seat watches the two of the talk about who will take the lead and sit up front who is holding the reigns. He doesn't intervene, watching. The bum gets the horses moving slightly.

Peto glances around, stomping the ground. And the ram gets ready to be rode but when the kobold gets onto it, it bucks around and gets the lass to fall to the ground in a heap.

A chuckle comes from the bum as he looks down over the side at the fallen kobold.

"Well I suppose that answers that...who are you?" she asked, giving the bum a suspicious look before mounting up with a well practiced ease. Being in the saddle was second nature and sometimes, a preferred.

The kobold grumbles and is deeply tempted to bite the ram on the face to establish dominance in a primal way, but gets up and brushes herself off instead, struggling not to bare her fangs in a snarl but working them up into an effort-intensive smile instead before she mounts up the creature more carefully.

The door to the stables opens and a newcomer enters. A tall and lean elf in the colours and with the holy symbol of a priest of Sarenrae. His blond hair and blue eyes matches quite well with  the blue and white gear. At his belt hangs a scimitar and over his shoulder a good longbow. With a friendly smile he turns to the persons near the wagon: "I was told I could find here the company that will travel to Wintermist. I like to join you in your quest, if you would have me. My name is Dreamljocht."

"Cas." The bum looks down at the ranger, wiping some dirt from his chin. He shifts in his seat upon the wagon, holding the stirrups. The eyes then meet the cleric. Sam watches him for a moment and shrugs.

"Hello Cas," answers the cleric, meeting the eyes of the driver and noticing his shrug. As he usually tries not to leasn on a first impression, he is only curious right now abot the driver.

"That is... a mouthful. I'm Zin'sim'sal but everybody calls me Zin because that takes too long to say in a fight." Is that the sort of name an Elf has? She wouldn't know, but it was certainly a curious thing nonetheless. She looked over the newcomer for a moment, then turned her attention back to the road they were about to travel.

"When in a fight I listen to 'Dream' too, or even to 'elf' if the need is there."
Interesting companionship, he thinks, but once again he waits for a more definite opinion till his companions have shown their colors: no one can be judged by his race alone.

"Well met Dream...and Cas...Halie Delmenn and this is Peto. He's combat trained so...if he bites..." she gave a shrug. Reaching up, she tucked a copper colored lock back behind her ear as she regarded this strange group. "Well...does everyone have everything they need?"

"Hello Halie, and Peto. I have all I need. I'm used to travel light and on foot, so this looks like a luxury ride." The elf walks up to the wagon, throwing his meager possessions in the back, but keeping his bow over his shoulder. "I have learned to keep my weapons at hand whereever I go.It's much harder to replace a very good longbow or scimitar than ones common gear," he explains, unasked.
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"That is a hard lesson to learn I suppose...I was always taught to keep them at my side...but then again, such is the way of a hunter and trapper." She gave a small shrug and once everyone gave the indication that they were ready, Halie would lead the team out of the stables and mount up.

"Claws and teeth are harder to lose, but I do always keep my tail-spike on hand in case it's gonna be one of those kind of days." She gestures forward toward nothing in particular, indicating she's perfectly ready to go as well.

Let's go, we'll see what this adventure will bring us." and Dreamljocht falls in step with his newfound companions. He is curious what the future will bring, and sends a silent prayer to his goddess for guidance.

Silence comes from the bum leading the wagon. Cas stares at each of them, but not a typical look. Perhaps of curiousity. Maybe sizing them up. Hard to tell. He grips the reins, whistles and they start to head out of the stables followed by the sorceror and ranger. The cleric is offered a ride as he has no mount next to the rogue.

Soon they are outside the gates, leading them along a well used road to the north. Sam just goes back to staring out front silently.

Dreamljocht climbs the wagon and takes his place next to Cas. When they are on their way on the road north, he asks first Cas: "Have you been up north before, or is the region new for you too?"

When they have their first stop on the road, he asks Halie and Zin the same question, adding: "I hail more from the south, this region is new for me and I like to learn a bit before we reach our goal."

When they had finally came to a stop, Halie checked Peto over before moving to the others. If a fire was in need...she would set about lighting one. "I've never been myself..." she answered honestly, glancing up to the elf. "I am just a hunter/trapper though so that should help with our survival."

"I can't say as I have, I've travelled a lot, but never this far in this direction. I'm looking forward to the experience, even if I wager I will wish my natural resistances were more toward cold than heat before long." She shrugs her shoulders, baring her tiny dragon-fangs in a broad smile. "But hey, it'll be something new, and that's the whole reason to travel."

Dreamljocht grins when he hears Zin's comment on the expected cold. "I traveled only in warmer areas as well, so it will be a first for me too. But new is always interesting and challenging, so I'm curious waht the future will bring and what we will encounter in Wintermist" And he turns to Halie: "We will perhaps miss the furs you sold at the market!"

About a hour or two pass as the others begin to know eachother other them Sam. He is just quiet, seeming to be calm but who knows and glances around into the forest at times. Everything seems to be quiet save the forest sounds which are normal.

"With enough time, I could get us some more furs," Halie said with a slight smile. "The cold is pretty normal for me." Noting Sam's quietness she looked to him. "And what of you?"

As they move on, the stress of the last couple of days, to reach the quest in time, takes his toll on Dreamljocht. He is not as attentive to the surroundings as usual, almost lulled in sleep by the monotonous sound of the horses.

Dreamljocht rolled 8 using 1d20+6. Perception-check.

Zin is, as she often is, lost in her own head thinking about food and magic, the two subjects that seem to run amok in her mind constantly.

Zin'sim'sal Yellowscale rolled 8 using 1d20+6.  Perception.

The rogue adjusts the reigns as he pulls it forwards but then stops it. He raises a hand up and presses it to his lips as if telling the others to be quiet. He slips down from the cart, moving around it and motions further up the road before slipping off into the woods.

Dreamljocht slips down the cart as well. He takes his longbow and nocks an arrow, while he continues to search the way ahead where their silent friend probably has seen something.

She quirked a brow when Sam did not answer her and just shook her head, going back to looking around at their surroundings.

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11:43, Today: Halie Delmenn rolled 27 using 1d20+9 ((18)).

With the group readying up, Zin turns her attention toward the direction the others are looking. Though she seems not to prepare herself, in truth she is preparing to use her magical abilities, in case something needs to be immolated in the immediate future.

Stepping out of the woodlands, a goblin with a bow raised up at the wagon speaks about 30' away "Drop the weapons." Several more goblins flank the wagon from all sides-6 in total all with bows aimed at the group "We want them. Armor too and whatever is in the cart."

Where is Sam?

As soon as the goblins come out of the woods and one hails the company, Dreamljocht lets loose his arrow, aimed at the one hailing. Then he drops his bow and starts to run at the nearest goblin, not in a straight line but twisting left and right to make it harder to be shot at. He tries to keep the wagon between him and at least some of the goblins to get some protection this way.

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Dreamljocht rolled 22 using 1d20+4. Initiative.
Dreamljocht rolled 25 using 1d20+7. Attack with mw longbow
Dreamljocht rolled 3 using 1d8. Damage with mw longbow.
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Coming out of the woods behind the head goblin, the bum oddly moves very fast. He swings a odd blade in a upward fashion towards the back of the goblin, sinking into it. It lets out a gurgling sound but remains alive.

OOC
15 Initiative

10:39, Today: Secret Roll: Dungeon Master rolled 9 using 2d8.

10:38, Today: Secret Roll: Dungeon Master rolled 19 using 3d4+12.

10:33, Today: Secret Roll: Dungeon Master rolled 25 using 1d20+10.

Moving her hands in a few strange gestures and following them up with something rasped in draconic, the kobold picks one of the outlying Goblins and snaps her fingers, causing their weapon to spontaneously erupt in a short-lived burst of flames.

OOC

22:41, Today: Zin'sim'sal Yellowscale rolled 11 using 4d4+4.  Burning Disarm damage.

Reflex DC to drop the weapon and take no damage instead is 16

The cleric fires his arrow, hitting the leader on his shoulder. He drops the bow and moves towards him, drawing his scimitar.

In response, the goblins start to fire! Two arrows fly at Zin! One of them hit his leg! Two more fly at Halie! The last two are fired by one of the goblins and his leader! The goblin arrow misses but the leader one hits and looks like he's got a better bow!
Zin take 3 Damage
Halie take 3 Damage
Dream take 4 damage


Sam rushes out of the wilderness, pulling out a strange dagger. He slams it into the goblin leaders, with a sickening thud! It falls to the ground.

Halie fires at a goblin! The arrow hits it and it drops the creature!

Zin uses a spell and another goblin goes into flames and falls!

Group is up
Dreamljocht (22)
4 damage
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Goblins (--)
*Held actions
3 Goblins
1 Goblin Leader-Possibly Dead
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Sam         (15)
Halie       (10)
3 damage
Zin         (04)
3 damage

As one arrow hits Dreamljocht in his left arm, he winces as the pain enters his brain. But even with the pain, that he has learnd to endure in a fight for a short time, he foloows up on his action. He aims his run at the nearest living goblin and in his run he draws his scimitar.
When he reaches the goblin, he swings his scimitar at the creature. He hits the critter and wounds it deep.

Dreamljocht rolled 23 using 1d20+7. Attack with scimitar.
Dreamljocht rolled 7 using 1d6+3. Damage with scimitar.
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Halie frowned deeply and nocked another arrow, only very subtly wincing from the arrow. She took a bead on one of the goblins and let her arrow fly.

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23:03, Today: Halie Delmenn rolled 13 using 1d20+7.  Attack: Longbow.
23:04, Today: Halie Delmenn rolled 7 using 1d8+1.  Damage: Longbow.

The kobold swears in Draconic, and then fires off a quick spell, sending a pair of magical bolts careening violently into the least-injured Goblin she can see, clearly irritated at the damage she has now taken.


11:34, Today: Zin'sim'sal Yellowscale rolled 8 using 2d4+2.  Magic Missile damage.

Gripping his scimitar, the cleric moves and attacks the closest goblin! He strikes his mark but it remains standing barely as its cut across its belly!

Two of the goblins fire! One arrow flies at Halie and the other flies at Sam! They miss! The one that the cleric attacks drops his bow, pulls out his sword and strikes at Dream hitting him!

Dream take 4 damage


Turning towards the cleric and goblin, he is able to flank the creature and puts his kurki along its back. The goblin stands there, blood coming down his face and he falls down dead.

Halie fires at a goblin again! The arrow hits it just as the sorceror casts its spell. Both the arrow and missile hit its mark and another goblin falls!

Group is up
Damage is done total

Dreamljocht (22)
8 damage
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Goblins (--) 6 goblins total, 5 are dead
1 Goblins
1 Goblin Leader-Possibly Dead
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Sam         (15)
Halie       (10)
3 damage
Zin         (04)
3 damage
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Dreamljocht grunts again when the goblin hits him with his sword: a bleeding cut on his forhead is not very deep, but it stings and the blood drips in his eyes, making it hard to see his enemy even so close.

He swings his scimitar again, and even without good sight, he feels the blade biting in some flesh again and he hears the scream and gurgle of the goblin opposing him.

Dreamljocht rolled 4 using 1d6+3. Samage with scimitar.
Dreamljocht rolled 20 using 1d20+7. Attack with scimitar.

Yelping in pain, the goblin swings his sword out after it drops its bow and misses! Sam swiftly finishes the job. He steps back, sheathing his twin blades. The rogue waits, glancing around. He moves towards Halie but doesn't say a word.

Scattered around are the following gear (all are made for Small creatures):
05 Leather Armor
01 Chain Shirt (Masterwork)
05 Short Swords
05 Short Bows
05 +1 Arrow Bane Arrows (Can be used as normal)
02 Cure Light Wounds Potions
01 Short Bow (Masterwork)
01 Spear
-- Several arrows w/Quivers (x6)
30 Gold

As the last goblin drops, an eery silence washes over the place of the ambush, Dreamljocht takes an old rag from one of his pouches and whipes his scimitar clean wipes the blood out of his eyes.
When everyone is back near the cart and horses again he checks everyones wounds. "Come a bit closer," he asks his companions. While touching his holy symbol, he speaks a short prayer to Sarenrae and every wounded companion feels a wave of positive energy washing over him or her, healing at least part of the wounds

Channel positive energy: heals 2d6 damage for every injured member (Will save DC 13)
Dreamljocht rolled 8 using 2d6. Posiitive (healing) energy.
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"...So that happened."
The kobold shrugs her shoulders, she only took a minor wound thanks to her scaly hide,  but an injury is an injury nonetheless. She tips her head to the side quizzically as the positive energy is channeled, never having seen such a thing before. "Oh, that's a neat kind of magic. I'd heard of it but never experienced it before. Thank you."

Halie’s wounds didn’t really seem that bad but she moved closer to the elf, feeling those healing energies wash over her. “Thank you,” she said quietly before turning those hazel eyes towards Sam. “So you do have some skills...” She gave an appreciative nod, hiding a bit of a smirk.

Dreamljocht looks over the collected gear from the goblins. The potions he recognizes easily as healing potions, very usefull for their small group. The special arrows take some more time. As they are probably magic in nature, he uses his spellcraft to see what he can learn more about them.
The gold he splits: for everyone 7,5 gold.
"Glad we have the cart: usefull to transport all this gear: at least the masterwork items could bring in some money."

Dreamljocht rolled 23 using 1d20+7. Spellcraft (+2 for elven abilitie to identify magical objects).

Sam watches Halie and tilts his head. For a moment he seems lost in the hazel eyes but quickly shrugs it off. He sheathes the weapons and starts to gathering up the gear and placing it into the wagon after any weapons or armor is taken by the group. He holds out the magical arrows and goes to pull the bodies to the side of the road 'Hide them." No emotion. He takes the money and pockets it, nodding his head towards the cleric after he is healed.

Unfortunatly, the kobold found this to be too much and it bows his head "I will return to town and let the King know. They could be in danger!" With that said she gets up onto her ram and departs.

I'll say 8 gold per person.
Cart( (sized for small creatures minus the arrows)
05 Leather Armor
01 Chain Shirt (Masterwork)
05 Short Swords
05 Short Bows
05 +1 Arrow Bane Arrows-Animal (Can be used as normal)
*Halie
02 Cure Light Wounds Potions
01 Short Bow (Masterwork)
01 Spear
-- Several arrows w/Quivers (x6)
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"I'll caary the healing potions; all other equipment can be divided or sold when we see a merchant or on our return." Dreamljocht places the potions in his backpack.
When the sorcerer departs, he is a bit troubled: their party is becoming small and vulnerable. Working without a magician could become a problem too, but for now they have to go on.
T0 his remaining companions he remarks: "We have to look for some adventurers to strengthen our party soon."

The rogue seems to ignore the cleric but its hard to tell. He sits, watching the area. Sam climbs down and moves towards the horses that seem to pull away from him for some strange reason. No matter what he does they watch him. One snorts a few times. He gets back up on the wagon, waiting. The man looks down at Bella, a serious look on his face "I got skills...yes." He holds out the magical arrows found on the goblins.

She raised a brow but didn't go any further with the conversation. Instead, she looked to Dream. "I'd like to carry one of the potions just in case you are unable to get to me and I am wounded. As to our party...well, not everyone has the stomach to be an adventurer so...I suppose it is what it is. Just don't go picking a fight with everyone." There was some mirth in her tone but otherwise, the small group didn't seem to bother her too much. Solitude had been something like an old friend to her. She took the arrows from Sam with a nod of thanks and placed them into her hip quiver.
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After the exchange of Sam and Haile, perhaps the exchange of the cleric as well Sam nudges the horses forwards after retaking his spot and everyone is ready to go. Sam makes sure all the bodies are removed with the help of the others probably. They slowly start to move forwards as someone approaches! The tielfling curses, still in his human bum guise and stops. His eyes narrow as what appears to be a corgi comes racing up to them with a armed creature upon it! It seems the king has sent someone else. Or its a goblin in disguise with a worg!

OOC
In walks the halfling....

On Halie's request Dreamljocht hands her one of the healing potions. He assists Sam with the removal of the dead, wishing them peace in their afterlife.

On the sound of an approching animal he turns and looks at the upcoming mount and rider.

The halfling took on the scene and smiled,  seeing no malice in the adventurers. He kept his hands well away from his many weapons, including a halfling war staff and a sling. Though he did carry a shield.

"Hail, travelers.

My steed detected signs of battle and was most adamant we investigate, and of course

I'm happy to offer assistance, but it looks like you are in little need of that. Good job!

I am Sir Jemimwitt Haethy, Order of The Sword, at your service. This is my loyal steed, Muffins."

The dire corgi wagged its bushy tail at mention of it's own name. It still wasn't sure what to think of the adventuerers yet, and was clearly smelling the goblin blood.
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The tielfling watches the halfling talk. And talk. And it keeps talking. His eyes narrow, and he coughs a few times, wiping his mouth with his sleeve. The bum, looks over at the mount. Muffins? He just stares at the halfling, perhaps sizing him up. Or downsizing him! No malice? Is he serious? Sam is full of malice. Well sort of. No. He's not.

Dreamljocht eyes the newcomer with some curiosity. This would be an interesting addition to their small companionship. "Order of the sword, no less," he says. "To which lord or lady have you sworn your service? The same who have sent us on this quest?"
He extends his hand to welcome the newcomer with a firm handshake. "Dreamljocht is my name, and as you can probably see, I'm a cleric of Sarenrae."

Muffins cocked it's head and looked at Sam curiously, trying to figure him out.

Haethy's smile became warmer at the mention that Dreamljocht was a cleric of Sarenrae. He'd been looking more for marital threats than holy symbols, so he hadn't noticed.

"A pleasure, Dreamljocht. I hope I don't need your services, but I'm certainly glad to have the company of a cleric.

I enjoy life on the road a bit too much for that. I'm a knight errant. Squired and knighted by Sir Randy the Warden.

If the cause is just and you need a lance, I, of course, will assist you.






(OOC Swapping to a text color other people aren't using.)
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Halie looked between to the two holy people and then glanced back to Sam. At least it was more bodies to help protect. "Right...well let us be on our way..." she said flatly, having hoped to be a bit further in their travels but the fight did not help.

The rogue stares at the ranger, eyes narrowed but he then turns towards the horses and gets them started. He glances at the cavalier, perhaps not trusting him course he doesn't seem to trust anyone least for now.

With everyone ready to go, the cart starts to move. Nothing happens for quite some time. The dog doesn't pick up on anything and everyone seems relatively calm and collected. Soon night begins to fall and further up another path unfolds but this one doesn't seem to be used often and there's enough room for the horses and cart to sit and rest. Sam stops the horses and points at the junction "Should rest there. Check the path tonight or tommorow. Agree?"

"Sounds good to me!"

He and Muffins examined the camp a bit, Muffins sniffing here and there and Jemimwitt examining spoor for any likely signs of nearby predators (be they beast or malevolent).

16:51, Today: Jemimwitt Haethy rolled 5 using 1d20+4 ((1)).

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With the wagon in the center as well as the horses being watered and fed, its a quiet night. Sam sits on the wagon, looking out over the area. He is silent as he looks around, eyes narrowed as if expecting danger. His body shifts slightly, the bum looking drab and grey. He glances down at the others. The corgi and cavalier start to patrol the area but remain close. It starts to get colder but not unbearable.

OOC
Need a Perception check other then the cavalier if looking around.

When the companions are sttled on their spot for the night, Dreamljocht walks around the perimeter of tghe camp. Usually it would have been the first thing to do , but he had seen Jemimwith and his companion doing it already, so he takes his time.
He walks for some minutes in an ever widening spiral path around the site, before he joins his companions again, starting to make a meal for all.After the meal he sits on the spot where his gear is, to meditate for some time.

Dreamljocht rolled 10 using 1d20+6. Perception.

The rogue stares out into the wilderness as if he sees something. His eyes narrow and he drops down near the group.

"...I feel we are being watched." He whispers.

The dog stares to growl with the halfling upon his back out in the woods.

13:11, Today: Sam Cascious rolled 24 using 1d20+9.  Perception.

"Muffins is rarely wrong about this sort of thing, take heed, comrades."

Jeimimwitt readied his lance, and prepared to spur his mount to rush. This was the sort of terrain that Muffins had been bred for: the fey curr could ride low, below most branches and brambles.

"Come and speak openly as a friend, or be marked as a foe!

His eyes gazed out towards where Muffins seemed to be indicating the danger.

Out of the darkness a rises a figure who slowly but steadily walks into the flickering light of the camp fire. First impression is likely that of an orc, but closer examination reveals a more mixed origin; a half-orc. The figure is dressed in a thick winter-cloak, though loosely worn, and he holds a short spear as if it were a walking staff.

The half-orc's skin is marred by thick scarring and decorated by intricate tribal-like tattoos, and a grotesque mask is worn on a thin chain around his neck.

"I mean no harm", the figure states in common as he reveals himself, his accent harsh, reminiscent of that of an orc. "You have encountered a group of goblins I presume?", while stated as a question, the tone is more that of a statement, "Did any survive and flee?".

Dreamljocht observes the half-orc when he enters the clearing. As he tries not to act with the same prejudice he knows half-orcs encounter almost everywhere, he waits for a opinion till his words and deeds tell more about the newcomer.
"Yes, we encountered a group of goblins. Not one survived the skirmish and got a chance to flee. We had only minor wounds ourselves. Are you following their tracks?"

The half-orc nods once, then silently looks around the group for a moment. "Yes", Barae states simply, adding, "I was following them to their lair". "They are a plaque on these lands", then continuing with a sneer, "Worse, they burned my house and ate my dog."

He looks around the group once more, "A pity they all died,", he says without a shred of sorrow in his voice, "It makes locating their lair more troublesome." "Then again,", the half-orc adds with a shrug, "it does show that you are capable..."

Finally, with a mischievous grin, Barae asks the group, "Care to do these lands a favour and make these goblins scarce?"
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Jemimwitt had been silent during the brief conversation, though he'd relaxed his grip on his lance and had faced his lance and mount away from the newcomer once parlay had begun, preferring to let the others speak for now since he was a newcomer to the group.

But the mention of eating the newcomer's dog brought obvious shock and anger to his face, and Muffins responded to Jemimwitt's sudden anger with an unpleasant snarl.

"Such hideous acts against noble beasts deserve just and swift retribution."

He caught himself after a moment. Anger was not helpful at the moment, however justified. But he certainly felt empathy towards the man.

Not to mention the destruction of your home. I'm sorry for your loss.
I am Sir Jemimwitt Haethy, Order of The Sword, at your service.
This is my loyal steed, Muffins."

He gave the best bow he could from the saddle.

Barae returns the bow with a small dip of his head. Then the half-orc looks about the rest of the group, as if to ask for their ideas on the matter.

The rogue glances at the ranger to see what her intake on what has happened is. He stands there, arms crossed as he watches the half-orc. Not sure if he trusts him, he leans against the wagon "We have a mission, one that Jemimwitt must have forgotten." The bum pushes off the wagon. Muffins. Seriously? He spits onto the ground "Take one down, two emerge." The rogue watches Barae "We have a tracker but we have a mission. I don't speak for them."

"We're on a mission for the king. Otherwise we could have followed their tracks to their lair. Then it seemed not important, not knowing what we hear now. But I question the extinction of this group of goblins is important enough for us to stray from our quest". Dreamljocht thinks a moment and adds: "But I'm sorry for your loss. As you live in these woods: can you tell us more about the dangers we can expect allong our way?"

Jemimwitt felt the need to speak up.


"I do not mean to be rude, but a distinction should be made.

What I said holds fast: the goblins are in need of swift retribution and justice for such a crime. I never said I was going to charging off.

He totally would have though if he was on his own.

Of course, he wasn't sworn to and particular oath. He'd just agreed to help these people on the road because they said they were on an importnat quest. He didn't even know what the quest was.

"The path of the honorable knight can be strange." Thought Jemimwitt as he considered briefly.

He looked over sadly at Barae and gave him a look of empathy.

"I am very sorry. Were this not an important mission, I'd happily help you seek justice immediately."
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The rogue doesn't seem impressed by the cavalier "I never said you were rude, I stated we have a mission. I know what was said." He watches Jem and sits down by the fire warming his hands. His eyes dart between the witch and cavalier, trying to figure them out. He places his palms to his face blowing on them and leans in further for the fire "Sit." He doesn't state that to anyone.

Time passes. Barae is invited the spend the night with the group as he probably feels safer with the group. Everyone is fed and given water. The group is place near the fire, and things seem to be relaxed. Sam waters the horses but they seem skittish. Soon everyone seems to relax. Sam sits against the wagon for a moment as everyone sleeps and then moves around the campsite.

While they are doing their camp chores, Dreamljocht offers to take second watch.

Halie’s hand unconsciously moved to the hilt of a dagger that sat on her hip as the half orc moved into the camp. He seemed harmless (in the sense that he was not there to kill them) but she didn’t just openly trust him either. The conversation was tuned out for the most part as Halie went back to keeping an eye out. Had circumstances been different, she would have welcomed all with a smile and open arms but with the mission and such, she had taken on a more serious tone. With time passing and camp being made, Halie went to help see to the horses after tending to Peto first. With that done, she found a spot near the fire to settle down.

Barae too is cautious and will stay on the periphery of the camp, making due with the hard-boiled rations he brought with him instead of completely joining the group. While staying the night with the group will improve his changes against outside threats, the group itself is an unsure element. They do not seem to exhibit the usual prejudice against his race though, and with his volunteering first watch, he can observe them a bit longer.

After his watch, he will commune with his mask, hanging the grotesque thing on a branch on a nearby tree and remind himself of the pain and torture of his apprenticeship and the meaning of his totem.

Time passes...

Sam watches the area with Barae. He is silent, watching this odd half-orc but knows he seems to be fine. He checks on the horses as well, watching Halie and then rests beneath the wagon once it is time for the next watch to begin.

More time passes...

Dream and Halie watch the area, wandering around and keeping a close watch. Nothing creeps up and it seems uneventful. Some sounds come from the woodlands but its just some squirrels in the trees. And a raccoon slowly creeps towards the fire but it is shooed off.

Even more time passes...

The cavalier wakes up and nudges the dog but realize the dog isn't there! He rushes around trying to find his companion but Muffins is nowhere to be found! The rest of the group is asleep, unaware of what has happened.
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Heathy took a brief look around the camp, increasingly annoyed as he did do. He blew his dog whistle as well but there was no response.

That was seriously bad.

He walked over to Dream and Halie and for once he wasnt smiling. His voice was quite serious.

"Muffins isn't in camp, and he's not responding to his whistle.

That's beyond unusual. He's about the most well trained warbeast you'll ever see.

I don't suppose you happened to see what happened on your shift? "

(OOC So, did they not wake me up or did they just fall asleep instantly after they got me up? I'm not sure how they could be asleep when my shift starts otherwise)
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Dreamljocht wakes from the dogwhistle and the halfling pacing around nervously. When Haethy asks him whether he had seen Muffins during his watch, he has to think a moment: "He was here, once he got up short, to take a leak I suppose, as dogs do. After, he was here again and in the same spot as before, just besides you and the fire. If he's missing, he has gone without anything visible intruding in the camp or without any hostile reaction from Muffins."

Groggly, the rogue woke up and saw the halfling looking up at the ranger and cleric. He stands up, wiping dirt from his clothing and he keeps the bum thing going. The rogue goes to every person still asleep and tries to awaken then. Seeing the mask with the witch asleep, he takes a deep breath and tries to wake him up as well. Sam goes back to the others and crosses his arms standing in front of the ranger. He seems to be slowly waking up but with the current confusion, something doesn't seem right "Something happened?"

"Dog disappeared," Halie stated as she stretched, following by popping her back. She was clearly tired but getting little sleep was something she was used to, especially when hunting. "I honestly wasn't paying attention to the animal," she said to Jemimwitt.

Jemimwitt frowned. He was angry, but they couldn't understand. They thought of Muffins as just an oversized dog, trained in someone's spaer time.

"He's a fey curr, not a "dog." They are far smarter, and they are trained relentlessly from weaning, nearly six hours a day. And my bond with muffins is greater than most.

This would be the first time he's tried to wander off 'to take a leak as dogs do' since he was three months old."

He pulled out a dog signal whistle and gave it a loud call. It hardly made any audible noise at all, but a dog would hear it for quite a distance.

"If this doesn't bring him, something is extremely wrong."

He considered. No one had seen Muffins leave the camp the second time, but he was gone. HAD that actually occurred though? He looked at the prints right next to him as he waited for a response to the whistle, and brought up a torch.

Assuming Muffins did not return promptly, he took a look around. Something wasn't right, but his mind was racing.

"Halie, could you please look at the tracks? Muffins are easy to identify comapred to the others. There should be tracks going out, back, and then out again."

Jemimwitt wasn't the worst at tracking, but he assumed she was better than him, particularly right now.

21:16, Today: Jemimwitt Haethy rolled 7 using 1d20+4 ((3)).
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She gave a snort. "I perfectly understand that bond," Halie stated as she reached out and pet Peto's nose. "My apologies for referring to him as just an animal." It was interesting for one to have such a bond with an animal that equaled her own with her horse. "I can try to track...just keep in mind...I am tired and I will need some light..."

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00:14, Today: Halie Delmenn rolled 29 using 1d20+12.  Survival.

The rogue stares at him and Halie like they were nuts. He never had the bond, as most animals were afraid of him probably because of his heritage. Of course they didn't know this. All of this because of a dog? But its important...

Kneeling down, Halie checks out the location of where the dog was last seen and checks out the area and finds a small dart, cacked with some sort of poison or something else near the woodlands and a path leading out into the unknown like something dragged through it. Upon closer look it looks like the dog was hoisted up and several small footprints are scattered about. The location seems to keep going but they are a few yards from camp.

Sam follows, with a lit torch to help her out. He pauses for a moment "We should wait till dawn. Some of us cannot see and if we walk into a trap..."

Jemimwitt looked incredibly pained at the discovery "Those look like they might be goblin tracks. And we know that there are dog-eating goblins in the area.

Of course, your safety comes first." He said through clenched teeth.

This effort clearly pained him, and he looked like he wanted to charge off alone right now.

Dreamljocht sees Haethy's pains and finds it hard to wait till there is at least some daylight. As an elf he has better sight than the ranger who has the task to follow the tiny trails. "Haethy, we will do everything possible to find your bonded mount, and it gives Barae a chance to come even with his pests."

"Yes. Whoever this is, it is clear they are very good at remaining undetected. We will wait till dawn. But I will not find this easy."

His smile was forced.

"I know the pain but I think waiting is probably the best step," Halie said as she stifled a yawn. "We found the tracks so that is a start..." With that in agreement, Halie made her way back to her bedroll near her horse.

Dawn comes. With all being set, the rogue watches the area. A cave is visible with four goblins watching the forest. A campfire is some distance off not lit but smoking. The ranger finds several tracks but they are hidden rather well but they lead here. The wagon is a good distance off, covered in dirt and foliage to keep it hidden. What looks like a single goblin is near the campfire cooking something. There are no signs of the fer curr and everything seems quiet besides the typical noise of the woodlands. Some tents are scattered around the area. Its hard to tell if there are any other creatures lurking about.

Let me know how close you want to get. The group is just watching and scouted the area nearbye.

What the campfire looks like with a tent (its not lit) but for visual:
https://www.dndspeak.com/wp-co...2021/04/Campsite.jpg

Cave entrance:
https://i.pinimg.com/originals...795022f08eaf7a17.jpg
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"Halie and I, we could draw their attention to us, to give you a chance to come in from the other side and look for Haethy's companion, and perhaps other prisoners." offers Dreamljocht. "Take some time to work around their campsite before we start some ruccus. We 'll ge them in a pincer."

"We don't have much time..." she said softly, still looking over the site. "Let's just draw them out so Sam can go in and get the dog and get out. I am pretty sure we don't need to tell him how to do that." Her hazel colored eyes turned to the rogue.

"Makes sense to me. I'm pretty quiet myself, but I'm perfectly happy with a professional getting Muffins out."

Jemimwitt nodded ascent.

The rogue crosses his arms. He doesn't like this "Fine. I will see what I can find. Jem and Barae? Your the commotion." The rogue watches each of them, the bum starts to look over in the goblins lairs general area "Stop looking at me." His eyes dart to Halie.

Once the thief had stepped away from the party, Jemimwitt began stalking forward rapidly. He was moving quietly, but knew that it was a matter of how close he was going to get rather than WHETHER he got caught.

He walked with the dog whistle around his neck so that Muffins would know to head to him once the battle was on.

Once he'd stuck his blade into the bastards or if one of the goblins noticed him, he'd , Sam would have his distraction.

If the goblins were truly stupid, he might get up to them, but he didn't count on it.

Attempting steath, moving to the closest camp. Jemim will do this fast: he's not trying for infiltration or shoot them out of range, he's basically just trying to get to charge range before they notice him. 19:21, Today: Jemimwitt Haethy rolled 17 using 1d20+9 ((8)).

The second they noticed him, it was time to scream and charge.

When Sam has left the companions fot his task, Dreamljocht casts Bless on the remaining ones. Then he follows Jenimwitt, his scimitar in hand. As stealth is not really his strength, he blunders a bit more through the bushes than Haethy.

Bless fills your allies with courage. Each ally gains a +1 morale bonus on attack rolls and on saving throws against fear effects.

Dreamljocht rolled 8 using 1d20+2.  Stealth.
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"I will look where I wish thanks," she said curtly though smirking a bit. With a slight shake of her head and a chuckle, Halie unshouldered her bow and nocked an arrow, readying it. "Well let's get this started, eh?" she said to the others as she took aim at the lone goblin but not loosing the arrow until everyone was ready.

Oddly the witch decides to stay back with the horses and cart. Sam stares at him, shaking his head as if aggrivated with the half-orc. Apparently he doesn't want to work with them. And he will probably die. So be it. The tielfling ponders as he slips into the underbrush and dissapears.

The cleric casts his spell as everyone else gets closer. Turning his head, he goes to grab a horn and looks like he is about to blow into it! The other two goblins draw their shortbows.

OOC
Halie if you want make a attack roll. No negatives. I assumed you stealthed up :) They definatly saw the cleric. Goblins by the cave are about 70' away. Goblin by the fire is about 30' away. They don't seem to see Jemm or Halie.

Sam got a 32 stealth. He doesn't even see himself lol!

Current group other then Sam:
Bless-Each ally gains a +1 morale bonus on attack rolls and on saving throws against fear effects.

Also: Initiative!
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As soon as he is discovered by the goblins, he runs straight at the nearest ones, hacking with his scimitar as soon as he is close to the first one. On his last step, he stumbles over some roots, missing the goblin completely.

Dreamljocht rolled 21 using 1d20+4. Initiative.
Dreamljocht rolled 9 using 1d20+8. Attack with scimitar +1 (+bless).

Once the battle was on, Jemimwitt swiftily
charged one of the goblins and took a swing with hus his scimitar. He was not in the mood for banter or oaths at the moment.


10:13, Today: Jemimwitt Haethy rolled 13 using 1d20+8.  Roll to hit scimitar. 14 with bless, 16 if charge is possible.

Thats +1 to hit and +1 fear save for 2 minutes.

10:06, Today: Jemimwitt Haethy rolled 21 using 1d20+3.  Init
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As the goblin is about to use the horn, it looks down as a blade comes from its back. The goblin looks dumbfounded and he goes to use the horn again just as a second blade sinks into the back of its throat into the horn! It gurgles as blood comes out of its mouth and from the end of the horn! It falls over as Sam stares at the group. He grabs his blades.

Dream moves towards the remaining two goblins trying to get their attention just as Jem charges up from behind him looking a bit out of breath but his blade hits one of the arms of the goblin.

The goblins attack the halfling but miss horribly.

Halie pops up from her spot, and fires off two arrows! One of them hits the goblin harmed and it falls to the ground with a arrow though its chest. The other is hit as well in its leg. It winces in pain!

The rogue moves towards the goblin and throws his kurki, hitting him in the chest. It falls as well! Sam motions for Halie to come over to him "You two remain here alright? We'll scout ahead." He glances at Halie, eyes narrowed "Keep staring."

OOC
Goblins area dead.

If checked for gear:
3 Shortswords for Small
3 Shortbows for Small
20 Arrows
3 Leather armor for Small
1 Bloodied Horn

Make a Perception Check
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Jemimwitt considered arguing: he was pretty stealthy himself, but the rogue had proven his competence.

He simply nodded and cleaned his blade.


:25, Today: Davmop Zompubaros rolled 21 using 1d20+5 ((16)).

As the others show their competence, Dremljochts is somewhat embarrased by his failure to attack properly. He joins his companions at the dead goblins.

Dreamljocht rolled 19 using 1d20+6. Perception.

The rogue and ranger are about to go inside but Sam stops and raises his hand up. His eyes narrow and he tries to see further inside. He glances at Halie "Wait here. I will not go far." He slips inside. After a few moments, the rogue steps back "There's six goblins, all around a campfire further in. Two cages as well but couldn't see and they were eating something." Sam grabs the bloodied horn "Can't see what made the sound but doesn't sound like a goblin." He holds the horn tightly "We wait, ambush whatever comes out after I blow it." THe rogue waits for anyone to disagree or agree. Sam glances around, within his bum garb.
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'Looks like a good plan. Halie and I will meet head on what come to us, and you Sam, and Haety, will attack from the sides, if you all agree.' suggests Dreamljocht.

Jemimwitt gave a nod. He was not smiling at this point, his mood grim and resolved.

His rage was boiling, but he tried to temper it by repeating his knightly oaths in his head.

The horn is used several times as the group scatters around the cave entrance near the forest. Six goblins start to head out but then a loud sound from behind them comes. A massive creature looms behind them and two of the goblins are slammed into the ground with a dull thud. Standing over them is a massive ten foot talk hulking humanoid with a nasty looking greatclub. He grunts and looks around, snorting.

Dove watches them from within the cave, seeing this brute come barreling from a size passage. Unfortunatly she isn't seen by the others who are outside.

But where is the dog? Is it dead? Elsewhere? In the belly of the goblins?

That remains to be seen!

Dove shifts as Stripe sneaks back into her leg as she considered the options. One route is safer, throwing an Acid splash over and over against the sealed door. The other is risking being stuck between the cage and the ground without most of her clothes or gear.

Dove has to admit, she's leaning towards the door just because of the consequence option of getting stuck. Albeit there is of course a third, to try to break the bottom of the cage rather then the door, she knows she has to act quickly. Or just set the cage on fire....

Reaching back she murmurs quickly and forms an Acid splash, hitting the sealed door entrance and then without caring about the acid she tries her best to force the door of the cage open.

17:13, Today: Dove Laneri rolled 23,3 using 1d20+5,1d3.  Acid Splash (RT on lock).
17:15, Today: Dove Laneri rolled 14 using 1d20.  Door Opening (Not sure if needed or what kind of roll but a base D20).
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The ranger pops up from the forest, bow draw! She fires twice at the ogre, one of them hitting its mark dead on in center mass! "Ogre! Don't get close! Take it down!"

06:54, Today: Dungeon Master, on behalf of Halie Delmenn, rolled 8 using 1d8+1.  Damage.
06:52, Today: Dungeon Master, on behalf of Halie Delmenn, rolled 13 using 1d20+5.  Rapid Shot 2.
06:51, Today: Dungeon Master, on behalf of Halie Delmenn, rolled 18 using 1d20+5.  Rapid Shot 1.
06:48, Today: Dungeon Master, on behalf of Halie Delmenn, rolled 26 using 1d20+6.  Knowledge (Nature).

Sam comes up from behind a boulder near the entrance. He pulls out his bow as well, aims and fires at the ogre as well! It hits between his shoulder blades and it growls loudly.

06:59, Today: Sam Cascious rolled 4 using 2d4.  Sneak Attack.
06:59, Today: Sam Cascious rolled 1 using 1d6.  Damage.
06:59, Today: Sam Cascious rolled 26 using 1d20+9.  Bow Attack.

Waiting on Dream and Jem
Dove
Dream
Halie
Jem
Sam
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Ogre           ??/13
-AC 17
Goblins        ??/??
-AC 16

Dreamljocht casts Aid and touches Halie to gives her some extras. Then he changes his scimitar for his longbow.

Aid grants the target a +1 morale bonus on attack rolls and saves against fear effects, plus temporary hit points equal to 1d8 + caster level (to a maximum of 1d8+10 temporary hit points at caster level 10th).

He'd happily have reached for his sling, but his sling staff was on his saddle bags, and his daggers were well out of range.

So Scimitar would have to do.

Jemimwitt turned his stealthy move into a charge, raising his blade

"Face your doom, ogre!"

He rushed forward and slashed at the creature that had to be close to 20 times his weight, utterly heedless of the danger.

Swift Action to challenge the ogre and charge. I can't use the order bonus but I get the regular cavalier one.

15:41, Today: Jemimwitt Haethy rolled 11 using 1d4+7.
15:40, Today: Jemimwitt Haethy rolled 24 using 1d20+10.  Charge attack ogre.

He drew a slicing blow across the things legs as he moved to point blank with it, hitting harder than you'd expect from the diminutive sized cavalier.

Getting hit by the halfing, the ranger and rogue-the ogre is angry! He looks down at the small Jem and raises his massive greatclub up and brings it down but he misses Jem!

All four of the goblins turn and seeing the cavalier charge, move to flank the ogre and start their beatdown on the halfling! Jem seems lucky as he is surrounded and only gets a single knick from one of the shortswords!
-Jem take 1 Damage

PM to Dove

Halie sees the cavalier surrounded! She fires two shots at the ogre and one of them hit its mark as Dream's spell aided her.
-Hit the Ogre for 9 damage

Sam gets behind the ogre, taking a deep breath! He sinks one of his kurki into the back of the Ogre. It stands there and falls to the ground hitting two of the goblins and splattering them on the ground!
-The Ogre is dead!

Ogre and 2 goblins are dead!

Waiting on Dove, Dream and Jem
Dove
Dream
Halie
Jem
Sam
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Ogre           ??/54 DEAD
-AC 17
Goblins        ??/??
-AC 16

Jemimwitt screamed as he slashed at the goblins, flailing wildly with his scimitar and defending almost as fast with his shield, his anger and desire for justice clearly overriding any trepidation at the numbers.

20:00, Today: Jemimwitt Haethy rolled 5 using 1d4+3.  Scimitar on goblin.
20:00, Today: Jemimwitt Haethy rolled 19 using 1d20+7.  Scimitar on goblin.

Dreamljocht fires his longbow at the goblin that is the farrest away from the halfling. But because of the fry, he misses. Now that the ogre has fallen, the need for ranged attacks had diminshed, so he changes back to his scimitar before wading into battle.

Dreamljocht rolled 10 using 1d20+7. Attack with MW longbow.

Dove performs actions in the background; namely casting detect magic and gathering her things before the goblins and ogre get back.

Between the entire group, the last two goblins are taken down. They know they don't stand a chance and are totally outnumbered. Wiping his blades upon the dead ogre, Sam glances at the others. He start to head inside, keeping his duel blades drawn.

Gear from the goblins and the ogre:
4 Short Swords (sized for Small)
4 Leather Armor (sized for Small)
4 Shortbows (sized for Small)
4 Quivers (20 Arrows/Each)
1 Hide Armor (sized for Large)
1 Greatclub (sized for Large)
2 Javelins (sized for Large)

No gold or jewels.

Halie looked through the gear but only took a quiver full of arrows. With everything seeming to calm somewhat, she turned to follow after Sam.

Dreamljocht folows Sam inside the cavern, looking for anymore danger. If it is dark inside, he'll cast Light on his scimitar.
His eyes scan the cavern, looking for Jem's mount.

Jemimwitt had absolutely no desire to search through the dead goblins. His dog, dead or alive, awaited.

He stuck to the shadows and made his way inside, staying just behind Sam.

As the group approaches the inside of the cave, it has in the center a fire encampment and a fire brewing inside of it. The smoke is filtered up through a small flue in the ceiling, looking like it wasn't man-made. It looks like with closer examination a dog leg hangs above the fire and several other parts where a goblin probably was were probably skinning it but all that remains is the dogs leg. Perhaps the other dog parts were eaten and the pelt is elsewhere. Three cages line the walls, one looking as if something burned out of it. One of them looks like it had someone or something inside of it but it has a open door and looks like nothing inside of it from this angle. Moving from the fire, garbed fully and ready is oddly not a goblin or a huge ogre but what looks like a human covered in dirt and mud. Sam stop, holding his weapons. His eyes narrow, keeping up his bum attire "Drop your weapon. Who are you?" The woman doesn't get a chance to go over to the other cage. But it looks like something is inside of it.

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Welcome to the group finally Dove :)

Ignoring them both, Jemimwitt made his way over to the remaining cage that might have his dog, looking desperately sad and angry.

"Muffins?! Where are you boy?" He said in a pained voice as he rushed over.

If he was dead, he would see he was buried proper. If he was alive, he needed to see him.

Somehow though, he still felt... linked to Muffins. He did not truly believe he was dead.
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Dreamljocht turns to the new person. "Were you in that one cage?" he asks her. "Is Haethy's mount still alive?" At the moment Dreamljocht is especially troubled over the caveliers' wellbeing if his mount is dead.
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Dove took in the strangers, adventurers she would assume due to the almost random assortment of races and personalities. That could be a good or a bad thing; likely good. Likely. She listened to Sams demands to lower the weapon she had just picked it by carefully clipping it to her belt and letting the mace fall to her hip. She had thankfully had time to put her clothes back on but not get everything else on; just together. She could work with this though she left the crossbow on the floor for now. Taking in Sam and Dreamljocht she spoke carefully, and a bit slowly considering it was an armed group.

“My name is Dove Laneri. Yes I was in the other cage, broke open the door when the goblins and their big friend came storming out and was putting my things back together before you entered. Wasn’t sure who was coming back and wanted to be ready. Thanks by the by, I probably could have taken the goblins but not without some pain. Doubtful the big guy too; at least not without some butter and luck.”

By the end she had relaxed, slightly, and continued gathering her things and clipping them on or putting them on. It was noted she moved her dagger next to her crossbow with a glance at sam, crouched over but unwilling to pick up the weapons while threatened even as she put a necklace back on.

“Can’t believe I got caught by goblins, my uncle would never let me live it down. Tsk. As for this Haethys mount… I haven’t seen a horse. There is a dog in the cage I think and another by the fire if she’s a rider of hounds though? Hopefully it’s the one in the cage.
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"Alright. Raise the weapon at any of us and you will be taken down. Understood?" Same grips his blades, watching Dove. Something about her bugs him but perhaps its his imagination. He glances around and then spots another doorway entrance, rather big "Ogre came from there?" He pauses "Sam. Just Sam."

The cavalier seems to get sick seeing the dog legs and bits of odd meat by the firepit. He checks out two of the cages, the first just seeing blood and gore leading to the cage's entrance. The second one he spots Muffins, lying down and not moving covered in blood, mud and dirt. He's able to get the cage open and kneels down, and Muffins is indeed alive.

Dreamljocht follws the halfling to the cages and is glad to see Muffins alive! He kneels besides Jemimwitt and feels and probes the halflings' companion for any severe wounds. If Muffins is in bad shape, he will cast one or more of his spells.

Dreamljocht rolled 12 using 1d20+10. Heal.
Dreamljocht rolled 19 using 1d20+6. Perception.
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Dove arched a brow but gave a shrug, a part of her took offense to his behavior and yet another could understand it. That said she would of course defend herself if needed; it's not like she didn't have any tricks.

So she was careful as she picked up her unloaded crossbow and hooked it into place near the bottom of her backpack, then slid her dagger into a sheath hidden behind her back. Finally she adjusted her belt back into proper place making sure both pouches where easily in range of her hands. Standing she double checked the odd metal wrapped rune and the holy symbol around her neck before giving off a smile of relief. Nothing seemed to be missing.

"Whelp, I've got my things and you don't seem friendly. So I'm gonna head out, try not to die yea? Thanks again for the distraction, I probably would have taken a few hits taking them out."

Halie watched the exchange with a quirked brow but didn't say anything. She wasn't going to stop the other girl from leaving so she just shrugged instead and approached Sam. "Nothing else of interest?" she asked quietly.

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"I'm going to cast a spell now. It's not at you. Don't stab me, Stripes won't be nice to you."

She proceeded to cast said spell, Prestidigitation for anyone with basic knowledge of spellcraft, and then move her magic over herself. The dirt fading and her clothes regaining their white shine, her hair shining properly, so on and so forth. Not as good as a bath, but much better then being dirty and gross feeling.
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Something about this woman bothers Sam. His eyes dart to Dove, apparently having heard him. His eyes narrow and he looks like he's about to say something but then Haile speaks. He shrugs "I want to check out the ogre's room." His eyes dart to where the cleric and cavalier are, checking it out. He sighs and starts to head into the next chamber.

"MUFFINS! Stay with me boy!"

However, his face filled with concern as the dog still did not respond. He stood over the dog and gave it some pats and rubs, but it was still out like a light from the blow dart. He checked it for the dart or any new injuries and kept telling it was a good boy and to stay with him.

Jemimwitt was pretty much oblivious to other things. It was clear he wasn't going to be moving from this spot any time soon.

Dreamljocht continues to probe the body of Muffins, looking for wounds. He finds an arrowhead burrief in the flesh of one shoulder. It doesn't seem deadly to him. As Muffins further feels stable, Dreamljocht casts Cure Light Wounds on the companion of Haethy, hoping to bring him back awake.

The dog's eyes flip open and upon seeing the cavalier, it licks his face and stands up slowly.

"It's ok, Muffins." He nodded a word of thanks to the gods above, and another thankful nod to Dreamljocht.

"Thanks for that. I was concerned about the drugs. Muffins is very strong, but I was concerned the drugs might have put him in a coma.

He took a sigh of relief, and only then began processing other things going on.

He noted the newcomer and after a moment took a deep bow.

Sorry for our bad manners. I am Sir Jemimwitt Haethy, Order of the Sword. I was quite concerned my steed had been eaten by these foul goblins.

Please forgive Sam, he's not exactly a people person, but he's a good man to have around in a scrap.

You are welcome to leave if you want, but it may be best to at least follow us to the nearest town: this forest seems infested with goblins. 

He said his piece and returned to his dog for the moment.

Dreamljocht stands and takes a look at the newcomer: "Hello, I'm Dreamljocht, cleric of Sarenrae. Are you hurt and do you need healing?" and realizing his companions might have need of healing to, he extends his offer to them: "Sam, Heathy, Halie; anyone of you in need of some healing?"

"Dove"

Dawn flashed a warm smile at the dog, glad it was well. Even as she brushed her hair out to get out the knots and dirt with her spell, she considered Jemimwitt's suggestion. On one hand he was probably right; she had been captured by goblins in her sleep after all. On the other hand, she wasn't entirely sure Sam was safer then sleeping in a camp of goblins. Judging by the look she gave Sam her thoughts weren't hidden either.

"Ah, to be specific its Dove Laneri, Devoted of Desna. A pleasure. And I'm glad Muffins is well, I have Stripes hide when I sleep so nothing considers him food. Sadly I didn't hide quite well enough the other night it seems. Oops? At least they didn't have time to destroy my supplies, little jerks."

"Let us go check it out...make sure there are truly no more threats..." Halie offered with a somewhat grim smile. It seemed that this newcomer wasn't too much of a threat. "So...what gives?" she asked softly once they reached the door. "Grant it...I am sure you have given me the same look just not as...intense."

The rogue and the ranger head into the larger room. Sam glances behind him making sure they are not followed. He mutters something as Halie approaches. As they check it out it oddly has several blankets on the ground which looks like a strange bed. Several crates lie against the furthest wall, and there's some gear lying near it as well. Between the two of them there is no traps, nothing that could jump out at them at any moment. Sam walks over to the crates and whatnot and starts to open them.

In the main area, the cleric gets no response from Sam or Haile. Perhaps they are fine. Without the goblins and ogre alive, it could be a safe place to rest but there is a slight catch...

The wagon and horses.

Halie moved to help Sam look through the crates.

PM

PM

After gathering the items, Sam notices a belt looking out of place as well. He kneels down and grabs it. Eyes narrow, he tosses the bow over to Halie and takes the goggles and the chain shirt. For a moment he stares at all the leftover gear and glances at Halie "Alright." His eyes seem different now, curious. The rogue walks into the main room "Just odds and ends. Maybe get the wagon, see what is good." The firelight flickers off the chain shirt and the goggles seem out of place and he puts them down by the fire as well as the odd belt and a bow.
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Dreamljocht agrees with Sam: "We have to get tha cart and horses here. It's is a safer place to camp and it gives us time to sort things out and for Muffins to recover. I'm not good with the cart and its horses, but I could go with you Sam to get them. Two is safer than one alone in case of some wandering goblins,"
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"Good idea. We don't know how many goblins have infested this wood.

Obviously, I'll be guarding the camp until Muffins is well enough to move. The fact that he's conscious is a good sign though."

Jemimwitt set up some water and food for his mount, and readied his animal grooming kit. Muffins usually enjoyed getting the dirt and deritous of the road out of his fur.
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Dove was still hesitant on sticking with the group in the long run, or even at night. Sam was just... shady. But for now at least she would give them a chance. Jemim seemed nice enough and Muffins was adorable. Perhaps, just perhaps, she'd stick around. If Stripes liked them of course.

Within the confines of the goblin cave, the group seems somewhat safe with just a opening if anyone attacks. Furrowing his brow, he glances at the cleric "Stay here. Haile and myself will go retrieve them." Sam nods to the ranger and he leaves with her leaving the group within the cave. The warm fire sending out some heat.

After some time perhaps a half-hour, they return with the wagon and the horses brought. Sam drops down, hooking up the horses to one of the cages and he kneels down by the fire. He stares within the flames "Should rest. The dog needs it." He pulls out some sort of jerky and bites into it. Whatever is going on within him remains to be unknown "Not much use but there's some clothing. Odds and ends." With a quick flick, one of his blades-not the kurki appears in his hand and he tests the weight. The blade is stabbed into the dirt and he grabs it again. Once more it hits. Then another and another and his eyes don't leave the fire. The wagon is covered so its hard to tell what is within it. It looks like a typical wagon but well made with two stocky horses. And there is the ranger's horse as well as a horse for the cleric.

The weather outside begins to grow colder, sending in a breeze within but not far enough.

"We have some tasks at hand," observes Dreamljocht. "First our night was disturbed by the kidnapping of Muffins, so I need my time to regain all my spells. We need to acquintance each other to see if we can trust each other to join, at least for the upcoming days of travel. We also need to see what's all the stuff Sam found in the ogre's den, and split it if someone is interested. And last, while we stay here, we have to guard the entrance, the cart and the horses against more goblins"

"This makes sense to me. I've done all the usual grooming and fixed his armor. He's drinking a lot of water, too, which is a good sign he's recovering.

Thank you all for helping getting him back. That was pretty dicey there."

Jemimwitt gave a brief nod and look to each of them.

"Resting is definitely high on my list of things," she chuckled as she set up her bedroll and such, keeping Peto, her horse nearby. "I am glad that Muffins is on the mend, Haethy."

Dove was hesitant, and awake. She certainly didn't seem keen on hiding away from the entrance and leaving the group between her and her only way out, so she planted her rolled up bedroll against a wall both by the fire and with line of sight on the opening. Sitting on it cheerfully she seemed to consider what to do before shrugging and pulling out her book.

"Have a good rest if you need it, I'm wide awake. I can at least help keep watch from here until the morning comes."

After some time, Sam comes into the cave. A blade seems to appear and is tossed into the air and lands in his hand. He does this a few times and sits down by the fire, across from Dove. The rogue sits down, and he stares into the flames. A glance comes from Sam, as he looks at all of them. He pulls out some sort of jerky and slowly eats it. Nothing is said from him. He leans against the wall, huddling up against it. He raises his hood over his face hiding it.

The night passes. Nothing creeps out. And with the ogre and goblins dead, it goes by uneventfully. Most of the night, Sam watches Halie sleep. He doesn't go near her, just remains by the fire. Occasionally, his eyes dart to the others. Morning comes and Sam seems to be asleep with the fire dying down. Its hard to tell if he is awake or asleep but he isn't moving. Everyone else is up and moving around, probably some getting the wagon prepared but the odd items-the longbow, belt, goggles and the shirt lie near the wagon. Muffins is up and walking around, a bit sore. With the healing from the cleric and rest he seems to be alright and walks over to Dove. He sniffs and tilts his head before going over to Sam. The mans eyes open up with the dog staring right in his face. Muffins walks over to Jem and sits down. Sam gets up, stretching.

Refreshed and enlightened joins Dreamljocht Sam and Muffins. Looking at the odd collection at their feet he asks: "These are the things you did find yesterday and don't know if they are magical?" He turns to Dove, who seems awake too: "I have Detect Magic at my disposal today, but I don't have much experience with it. I'll try if I can determine what these things are. Are you in any way experienced with this kind of work? If so, would you like to give me a hand?"
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Dove smiled brightly at Dreamljocht as she put her book down on top of her bag before hopping up to walk over happily. She seemed eager for a bit of social interaction; likely considering her last bout where the goblins in question.

“Yup! Solid at identifying magic items, but much better at figuring out how to make them work. Thankfully I know a spell to help. My uncle used to give me wands to practice on. All fun and games until you hit your mother with a create water spell. Then it’s hilarious…. Until she catches you.”

Dove cast Identify as she joined the man over the pile of loot, humming as she reached out a hand to touch the first item to examine. If they where cursed it would have already hit whoever moved them by now. The Golden etchings on her hands where similar in nature to those on her face.

“Now let’s see what we have here…Yea?.”
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The cleric and sorceror work their 'magic' upon the items and after a few moments, they seem to be done. Sam turns and sees the two of them. He steps towards them, eyes narrowed. Its really hard to tell how he will react to what is going on. But he stands there nearbye, just seemingly curious.

“You found some winners here. The bow is I think the most expensive item of the lot with a simple enhancement enchantment. The chain shirt as well! The belt is weird but should help ward off illness and such. The goggles though are great for people who like to check for traps face first. Help you notice them before they notice you; all at the cost of your dignity. Eesh who thought goggles looked better then spectacles?”

Dove smiles cheerfully as she finishes listing what each item does for the group, rather enjoying being able to do something.

Halie had remained blissfully unaware of the admiration from Sam while she slept, the day's exhaustion taking hold. When she finally woke, she sat up and stretched, unsure if she dreamt or not...if she had, there were no memories there. Making note of the others, Halie got up, stretched once more before gathering up her things and putting them away.

Jemimwitt had mostly returned to normal now that Muffins was recovering well. His coat had been well groomed and most of his minor wounds patched. Jemimwitt was back to his usual optimistic and smiling self.

"If the chain shirt fits, and we can get the smell out, I could use that.

Me and Muffins can be sneaky if we need to be, but I prefer facing my foes in glorious honorable combat.

If someone else truly desires it though, it's not the end of the world. We're both pretty fast and tough.

As much as the rogue wants to retort to the sorceror, he doesn't say a word. He looks at all the magical gear, and reaches out for the goggles. He puts them onto his head and grabs the bow, moving over to the ranger and holds it out to her "I feel this is best for you." He watches her for a moment then looks over at Dove "Thank you."

“I can get the smell out. Everyone underestimates Prestidigitation but when you can’t stop for a bath regularly, or loot stuff from questionable places well…. Magical cleaning gets my full endorsement! And you’re welcome!”

Dove puts her spell where her bragging is; humming happily as she uses prestidigitation to clean the chain shirt and even other magic items of any questionable stains, smells or substances left upon it.

"All split up to everone's taste? Sam, the belt for you too for now? It is nothing I have use for." Dreamljocht starts to collect his things, loading his backpack on the cart, besides common gear. "It seems time to start a new day of our travel. Are you joining us, Dove, at least for part of the journey?"
Dreamljocht is in a good mood after the battle yesterday and he is eager to move on.

"At least a part of it, sure. Being able to rest at the nights without fear of goblins for now is something I could use."

Dove gave a little shiver as she began to pack her things up. Thankfully nothing too traumatic had happened but being kidnapped was never something you wanted to just brush off, nor did she want to risk Stripes on guard duty. She definitely had to look into some new spells.

She was busy loading her things on Peto when Sam came up, holding out the bow. "Oh...um...thank you," she said with a soft smile, taking the bow and looking it over before testing the string. Satisfied, she unshouldered her original bow and unstrung it and placed it among her things on Peto's back. With that done, she shouldered the new one, giving Sam a smile. "Always good to have a backup."

After all the items are given up, Sam shakes his head "Split it up. I feel others helped out." Even if it would be good for the rogue, something inside of him seems to want to be fair-a odd sight for the rogue. He climbs up, eyes darting to each of them. Tilting his head, he puts the goggles on but not lowered. After all that is put into the wagon which isn't much-just some daggers and minor weapons and the goblin weapons he motions for the others to follow. The wagon seems like a armory. But has some minor supplies within it. A mini-store spot. When all is set and done, the group moves through the encampment and back to the main road. A days travel. The forest surrounds the road. Its quiet and calm. Some minor critters peep out here and there. Typical wildlife. The weather is decent, with a slight breeze but soon the weather may make the group go to the weather gear. Fall. The road goes for awhile and moves off to the slight west.

OOC Make a Perception Check. And if trained in it Survival.
So everyone has horses minus Sam as he's got the wagon. So where is Dove going to be? Walking? On someone elses horse? Back of the wagon or up front with Sam?

Dove happily rides in the back of the Wagon, not wanting to sit besides him but figuring it's the easiest way to keep up with the party. Albeit if they plan to go at a walk she has no problems with walking for a bit. It's better to keep her body limber after all.

With a smile, Halie led Peto out before mounting up and taking point. Her coppery red hair hung loosely about her shoulders, occassionally getting tossled by the breeze, hazel eyes darting about.

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14:49, Today: Halie Delmenn rolled 15 using 1d20+9.  Perception.
14:50, Today: Halie Delmenn rolled 13 using 1d20+11.  Survival.

Dreamljocht follows his companions. He is somewhat dsitracted by this thoughts. He ponders on Sam and on Dove. Both strangers with an unknown inheritance and each in their own way there seems to be a resemblance?

23:19, Today: Dreamljocht rolled 21 using 1d20+3. Survival.
23:19, Today: Dreamljocht rolled 8 using 1d20+6. Perception.
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Jemimwitt kept an eye out along with his steed, who's nose and ears could pick up a great deal of potential threats.

Muffins was full of energy and quite fast, darting and investigating to the side or behind sniffing for threats.

09:30, Today: Jemimwitt Haethy rolled 20 using 1d20+4.  survival (jemimwitt).  09:29, Today: Jemimwitt Haethy rolled 24 using 1d20+9.  Perception (Jemimwitt) +2 vs danger.  09:29, Today: Jemimwitt Haethy rolled 15 using 1d20+5.  Perception (Muffins).

They seem to be on the right track as they get to a fork, both looking the same but the path to the northeast seems to have been used but not recently and the other looks smaller with deep forest area drooping down that looks like it swevers and goes out of sight looking like it goes downards at a angle. The two in lead don't go down the beaten path, with the rogue following their lead.

With Jem and Haile about 50' ahead around a corner out of sight, they notice a massive bear sitting in the middle of the road. Its huge and turns watching the two approach upon their steeds. It growls, digging its claws in and lets out a loud roar! It stands up, at least 9' tall and growls.

Upon hearing the roar, Sam gets the wagon to stop as Dove falls backwards inside the wagon byt doesn't get hurt. Dream keeps moving and stops and glances back at Sam but he hears the roar once more.

OOC
Sam, Dove and Dream hear it and stop but don't see what made it between the thick woods and the corner above. About 40' to the curve. The cavalier and ranger are out if sight for now.

Muffins ears immediately flattened and he got low to the ground as the bear roared, but didn't immediately charge or run off: he was very well trained, naturally.

"Whoa there, easy boy!"

Jemimwitt started backing up at a high pace. Muffins could move faster than just about any other dog, despite his stubby legs. He looked over at Halie and made sure she wasn't left out here alone.

"Unless you have some trick to drive it off, lets back up to the wagon, Halie? No reason to try and fight that thing unless we have to. I'll back your play either way, of course."

A foe issuing a full challenge was one thing, but he wasn't about to just charge forward to slay a beast in the wild that wasn't harming anyone. He'd never had trouble with them before, but who knew with the weirdness of the forest these days.

Dreamljocht holds his horse, jumps off and ties it with a loose knot to the cart. His scimitar drawn, he runs to the corner where Halie and Jem were last seen.

Dove shifts once standing up to keep an eye out for an ambush, but doesn't plan to rush after the others. Yet anyway. A blocked road is a common trick for bandits and considering this is goblin territory she's not going to risk being ambushed from behind. Again.

Life was easier when he was alone. Always did what he wanted, always got paid. And only worried for himself. Now this. The ranger may need his help. A cavalier that seemed odd, a elf cleric that seemed always nice. And now the sorcerer. He drops down, makes sure the horses are tethered dispite not listening to him immediatly. Fighting the urge to go after them, he goes to the back of the wagon, waiting but he keeps looking down the path where the others left. One of his daggers suddently appears in his hand and is tossed up a few times.

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Around the corner, the ranger looks at the cavalier and now the cleric "Back up slowly. Quiet. Calm."

The bear growls, keeping its distance and lowers itself down. It grunts and growls, staring at them.

OOC
Make a Perception check and a Knowledge (Nature) check-Haile, Dream and Jem.
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Halie didn't draw any weapons, instead, watching the bear carefully as she subtly motioned the others back. She didn’t seem to be overly worried though she did her best to keep a proper read on the situation.

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23:05, Today: Halie Delmenn rolled 15 using 1d20+9.  Perception.
23:05, Today: Halie Delmenn rolled 26 using 1d20+7.  Knowledge (Nature).

PM

dreanljocht doesn't here new sounds after the first disturbing sounds, so he walks forward to the bend cautiously, calling: "Halie, Jem, are you allright?"

"We are fine!" Halie called back but didn't take her eyes off the bear. "I think this is...a momma dire bear protecting her cub..." She couldn't be entirely sure but that is how it seemed to her.

It growls as the cleric approaches the ranger and cavalier with his sword out! Hard to tell if the bear is protecting the young one, or is in a bad mood. Or perhaps both. Suddenly, the bear charges Dream and goes to rip into the man with a claw! It tears into the flesh and knocks the cleric down to the ground.

RRRROOOOOARRRRR!!!

Sam turns and darts into the woodlands seeming to be aiming for the roar.

11:09, Today: Sam Cascious rolled 19 using 1d20+17.  Stealth.

OOC
Initiative!

Dove: Your about 60-70 from the bear (30' down the road, 30-40 to the bear) but can't see it. You definaly hear it.

Dream take 9 damage and are prone.

Don't think Jem has a drawn weapon and Halie is not armed at the moment.

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Sam       (18) Making his way to the bear/Hidden
Dream
Haile
Dove
Jem
*Muffins
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Dire Bear (10)

Halie cursed loudly, not wanting this battle or really to harm the bear. She began to softly chant.

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12:25, Today: Halie Delmenn rolled 22 using 1d20+3.  Initiative.

Going to cast Calm Animal. Hopefully this works.

As soon as Dreamljocht can, he crawls away from the angry bear. When he is some paces away, he stands. He keeps his scimitar more behind his back as the weapon seemed to enrage the dire bear. He waits for the ranger to pacify the enormous animal.

Dreamljocht rolled 7 using 1d20+4. Initiative.

Jemimwitt cursed as the bear charged: no question here, he'd have to drive it off to save his ally. He began readying his lance for a charge.

21:51, Today: Jemimwitt Haethy rolled 22 using 1d20+3 ((19)).

Dove jolted at the loud roar of the bear, and scrambled out of the cart heading for the group. Mace in hand she doubted she would get close enough to help in a short amount of time but she wouldn't just leave the group in trouble.

01:22, Today: Dove Laneri rolled 5 using 1d20+3.  Initiative.

The bear grunts as the spell tries to calm him down but it is able to push it off. Another loud growl comes.

Sam is somewhere.

Dream moves back along the ground and then stands, slowed by being on the ground.
*Moves back prone 15' and stands up (Think it takes a action to stand)

Dove goes to find out what is going on and stop as she sees the huge bear with the cleric on the ground grasping her mace.
*Bout 20' from the bear

OOC
Got a 23 save so made it.

Waiting on Jem then will post for the bear.
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Haile     (22) Casting Calm Animals
Jem       (22)
*Muffins
Sam       (18) Making his way to the bear/Hidden
Dream     (07)
Dove      (05)
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Dire Bear (10)

"GET OFF MY FRIEND YOU VILE BEAST"

Jemimwitt screamed with surprising volume given his size, readied his lance, and began a charge.

Muffins, charging at full tilt, ceased to be quite as adorable as you'd initially take him for. He was also fast. Ridiculously fast, in fact: faster than most horses, in fact, and Jemimwitt lowered himself and prepared for a hell of an impact as he charged the dire bear.

It might not be a dragon or intelligent, but this bear would be a worthy foe at least.

(OOC: Swift challenge, move draw lance, standard action charge with lance
+2 morale to hit due to challenge bonus, +4 to hit due to charge (cavalier)

10:10, Today: Jemimwitt Haethy rolled 17 using 1d20+15 ((2)).
Ah well, dice gotta dice sometimes.)

Unfortunnately, the lance went a little wide as the beast moved at the last second, glancing off the thing's absurdly tough hide.

With a roar, the bear turns his attention on the cavalier. It stands up and slashes at him then sinks its teeth into the halfling!

Jem:
Take 40 damage

12:47, Today: Dungeon Master rolled 11 using 1d8+7.  Bite Damage.
12:47, Today: Dungeon Master rolled 21 using 2d6+14.  Damage-Claw.
12:46, Today: Dungeon Master rolled 22 using 1d20+8.  Bite.
*Hit
12:45, Today: Dungeon Master rolled 24 using 1d20+13.  Claw 2-Crit Confirm.
*Confirmed Crit
12:44, Today: Dungeon Master rolled 33 using 1d20+13.  Claw 2.
*Hit
12:44, Today: Dungeon Master rolled 20 using 1d20+13.  Claw 1.
*Misses

OOC
Group is up!
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Haile     (22)
Jem       (22) 5' from bear
*Muffins
Sam       (18) Making his way to the bear/Hidden
Dream     (07)
Dove      (05)
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Dire Bear (10)

Muffins tried to attack the bear's face as the thing attacked, pushing away with two paws, but was entirely unsuccessful.

Intercept blow on the 21 strike.

Jemimwitt screamed a combination of rage and pain as he took the attacks. Muffins gave a growl and a bite as Jemimwitt staggered under the assault.

08:53, Today: Jemimwitt Haethy rolled 28 using 1d20+11 ((17)). Ride check. >
Muffins attack roll
08:54, Today: Jemimwitt Haethy rolled 18 using 1d20+7 ((11)).
08:56, Today: Jemimwitt Haethy rolled 8 using 1d6+5 ((3)).
Not sure if 18 hits though. If it does muffins gets a free trip.
09:00, Today: Jemimwitt Haethy rolled 17 using 1d20+7 ((10)).
Given the size difference, there's no way that's even close.

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A arrow flies out of the wilderness! It sinks into the dirt at the feet of the bear almost hitting the cavalier. Sam slips behind a tree, hiding.

19:02, Today: Sam Cascious rolled 7 using 1d20+5.  Attack-Shortbow (-4 shooting into melee).

19:03, Today: Sam Cascious rolled 35 using 1d20+17.  Stealth.

Moving till he can touch Jem, Dearmljocht lays his hand upon the cavalier while the other touches his Holy Symbol as he casts Cure Serious Wounds.

Number of hp cured: Dreamljocht rolled 25 using 3d8+5. Cure Serious Wounds.

Domain Spell for 3rd level

With her ally pinned and the field hectic Dove sheathed her mace and chanted a spell. Basic and unerring a trio of magic missiles shot out to strike the bear in the face and hopefully both wound and distract the beast.


Move: Sheath Mace
Standard; Magic Missile hits for 10 Force damage
18:55, Today: Dove Laneri rolled 10 using 3d4+3.  Magic Missile.

The ranger pulls out her magical arrow and fires, hitting the bear!
*Bear takes 11 Damage

Jem moves away from the beast after the mount rips into the bear! It swings out its paw tearing into the flesh!
*Muffin hits for 8 Damage
*Jem take 9 Damage

Sam fires at the beast and misses.

Dream stands up and is able to heal the cavalier as he moves off.
*Jem healed for 35

Dove casts her magical bolts hitting it.
*Bear takes 10 Damage

The bear charges at the cleric with him being the closest and swings its claws at him, sinking into it.
*Dream take 9 damage

OOC
Group is up!
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Haile     (22) 30'
Jem       (22) 40' from bear
*Muffins
*14 Damage
Sam       (18) 30'
Dream     (07)
*16 Damage
Dove      (05) 30'
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Dire Bear (10)
AC 18 (AC 16 since it charged)
???/21 Damage
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The bum charges at the bear, pulling out his twin kurkris! One of his blade sinks against the back of the bear as he rips into it.

OOC
25 Damage
15:17, Today: Sam Cascious rolled 17 using 3d8.  Sneak Attack!

15:16, Today: Sam Cascious rolled 7 using 1d4+4.  Damage!

15:16, Today: Sam Cascious rolled 17 using 1d20+11.  Charging it!

He would barely be standing if it weren't that heal, but he at least had enough distance to charge again. He turned Muffins around and once again charged, full tilt, at the bear.

10 or higher, please?
15:13, Today: Jemimwitt Haethy rolled 23 using 1d20+15 ((8)).

Well, that should hit at least. Triple damage from Spirited Charge.
1d6 +3 str, +5 Challenge Bonus,

15:17, Today: Jemimwitt Haethy rolled 33 using 3d6+24 ((2,6,1)).


This time, the lance at least is a little more effective, and the lance tip was on point.

(Posted by DM)

Taking a deep breath, she pulls out another magical arrow. Steading herself on her horse, she fires at the bear again!

Total: 8 Damage
17:30, Today: Dungeon Master, on behalf of Halie Delmenn, rolled 5 using 2d6.

17:30, Today: Dungeon Master, on behalf of Halie Delmenn, rolled 2 using 1d8+1.

17:30, Today: Dungeon Master, on behalf of Halie Delmenn, rolled 23 using 1d20+9.  Attack!
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Dreamljocht takes some steps away from the raging bear, touches his holy symbol and casts Prayer on himself and his companions, probably missing Sam because he is out of reacht.

You and each of your allies gain a +1 luck bonus on attack rolls, weapon damage rolls, saves, and skill checks, while each of your foes takes a -1 penalty on such rolls.

Dove gave it a moment and with a little shrug she cheerfully just shot another round of Magic missiles with a cry of joy at the release of her destructive magic. Simple, but effective. She had a special spot for Magic Missiles after all.

Dove hits with 3 magic missiles for 12 force damage.
00:09, Today: Dove Laneri rolled 12 using 3d4+3.  Magic Missile. (Only if bear is still standing).

The ranger pulls out her magical arrow and fires, hitting the bear again.
*Bear takes 8 Damage

Jem charges and slams into the bear.
*Bear hits for 33 Damage

Charging out of the brush, Sam hit the side of the bear with a kurki!
*Bear hits for 17 Damage

Dream steps back 5' and cast Prayer on Sam.

Dove casts her magical bolts hitting it.
*Bear takes 12 Damage

The bear attacks the rogue, hitting him with a claw.
*Sam take 9 damage

Haile fires off another magical arrow, slamming into the bear but it stays standing!
*Bear takes 13 Damage

OOC
Group is up!
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Haile     (22) 30'
Jem       (22) Flanking Sam
*Muffins
*14 Damage
Sam       (18) Flankinkg Jem
*9 Damage
Dream     (07)
*16 Damage
Dove      (05) 30'
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Dire Bear (10)
AC 18
???/103 Damage
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Dreamljocht changes his scimitar for his longbow and fires an arrow at the bear. He misses by an inch.

Dreamljocht rolled 16 using 1d20+8. Attack with MW longbow (incl. Prayer)

Gritting after the claw scratched him, he slashes out with his two kurkris but misses!

11:21, Today: Sam Cascious rolled 17 using 1d20+10.  Attack 2-Kurkri (2 Weapon).

11:21, Today: Sam Cascious rolled 13 using 1d20+10.  Attack 1-Kurkri (2 Weapon).

Once again, Jemimwitt backed away and charged the beast, using Muffins ability to get up to high speed to put an impressive amount of force behind his spear.

Take one attack of opportunity.
19:41, Today: Jemimwitt Haethy rolled 23 using 1d20+15.  Roll to Hit.
That should hit unless it's AC went way up.

19:41, Today: Jemimwitt Haethy rolled 34 using 1d20+15.  3d6+24


This time, the lance caught a palpable blow into the creatures' sternum. Rivulets of blood were running from the deep wounds in the huge creature.

As Jem backs away upon Muffins, the bear tears into the back of the cavalier. Wincing in pain, bloody and cut up-they get some distance off and Jem charges at it! The lance sinks deep into it and it roars in pain! The sudden pain hits it hard and it falls to the ground, lifeless. Coming out of the wilderness, a tiny form charges at Muffins! It bites but misses and stands before the bear, nudging it. Sam steps back, holding his wounded side. The sudden realization hits.

They killed its parent.

Haile jumps off her mount and goes to the bear and motions for Dream to heal it, realizing it has a pulse.

*Jem take 11 damage
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Jemimwitt withdrew with some speed from the cub and dying mother, pulling back on a snarling Muffins to keep his mount away from the cub. It was still probably large enough to do serious damage to a non-combatant, but he judged that the cub was hardly a threat to them.

Jemimwitt was a little confused at the idea of healing the dire bear: it was a dire bear. It was still going to be a big dangerous oversized bear if it healed, and so would the cub if it grew into adulthood.

No doubt, there was some hidden ranger wisdom at play. He'd respect the wishes of those in his party. He trusted his new allies more than enough to give them the benefit of the doubt in such matters. Plus, it was impossible to feel at least a bit of sympathy for the poor creature.

So, he took stock - he was banged up, but he wasn't about to bleed to death himself. He remained well back from the melee, looking for any other potential foes, and trying to ignore the pain of his many claw and bite slashes.

Deciding to save her spells for now Dove drew her crossbow and loaded it, obviously preparing to fire soon after at the bear and/or cub. She didn't seem to agree with Halie's decision to heal and spare the frankly huge bear in the slightest.

"I'm one of the first people to support the rights of animals to their lives, especially those defending their cubs. But seriously look at that thing, It looks diseased. I have no idea what they've been into, but I don't think letting it go is the right call."

Move: Draw Crossbow
Standard: Load Crossbow

"Drop it or I will drop you." The tiefling has a arrow aimed at Dove, eyes narrow. He doesn't know much of healing but when someone loads a weapon that seem intent on causing harm-bad idea "Can you heal it enough to not wake it up?"

The cub growls at everyone, leaning against its parent. With Dream, Jem, Haile and Sam surrounding it, its panicky. Its parent doesn't move.
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Jemimwitt had backed up significantly away from the mess. He did not want to further crowd the cub.

He grew alarmed though, when Sam made his ultimatum.

"For goodness sake, Sam, please tone it down.

This woman just fought on our side. Also, I'm not sure if you've noticed but she's a spellcaster. She hardly would be using a crossbow to attack us if she meant to do us harm."

He tried to speak in as friendly a tone as he could manage.

"Don't tell me to tone it down." Sam watches Dove, aiming at her "Haile decides its fate. Not her."

Dreamljocht listens to the discussion among his companions. He adds: "I don't think it is wise to heal the bear. She would be a mortal danger to all of us, seeing how she wounded us. And she will be too strong to tie her. The only positive chance I see, is Halie adopting the cub as a companion. I don't know if you can or will, Halie, but there are rangers with an animal companion. If that's not possible I suggest to leave the cub here alive and let nature runs its course: it could live, it could die and so be it."

Dove seemed to give Sam a long look before she released a breath of air, aiming the crossbow down as she calmly and cooly removed the bolt and reholstered the crossbow. She was silent though her lips moved as she counted softly to give trying to unwind before she finally let out a burst of air. Dove had a bit of a temper perhaps, or perhaps having her life threatened multiple times by Sam was across her line.

“Right. New rule. If you threaten my life, I’m setting you on fire. Put the bow down or burn Sammy.”

Doves fingers twitched as she tried very hard not to follow up on her threat, but if Sam wanted to shoot her or didn’t put his bow down she was going to lash out.

OOC: Readied action, if Sam shoots her she’s setting him on fire and we will see if evasion saves him.

Jemimwitt gave a long sigh, and maneuvered between the two, keeping his distance from both and facing neither, so it was clear he was not about to charge. Of course, Sam was probably a good enough shot that he could hit her anyway, but that wasn't really the point.

"Fine, but we should come to that conclusion through our words, not threatening to shoot people with a blasted crossbow or spells.

This bear just tried to kill us: I'd probably be bleeding out at the moment if it wasn't for that heal earlier.

So, why don't we have a nice friendly conversation with words instead of threatening to murder people over the life of a bloody bear that just tried to kill us?

You know... TONE IT DOWN A LITTLE."

Sam might not like being told what to do, but Jemimwitt Haethy would be damned if he'd be told what he couldn't say.
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Dove just flashed a strained but polite smile at Jemimwitt though did nothing to shift out of her stance.

“You can act like you’re talking to both of us rather then Sam all you want but my threat sums up to stop threatening to murder me and pointing weapons at me or I’ll defend myself. Not about what we do with the beast. In most circles that’s normal, yes?”
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The tiefling shoulders his bow, staring at the group and shakes his head "My views apparently mean little so I won't say a damn word. Go flock to your best friend." He walks away without a word, anger brewing up inside of him. He darts into the woodlands and is gone.

Haile seems torn but the bear lies there with its cub. She stands up, watching what is going on and knowing Sam can be reckless. But does she even know Dove? No "Is this the time to talk? Sam did what he believed was right. But you threatening to kill him wasn't right either. So stop." She doesn't stand a chance of moving it as she tries but nods to Dream "Can we at least bury it?" She seems crestfallen.
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(OOC- I literally started writing that post before Dove posted her response).

Were these people mad?

"Sam, you are welcome to talk and communicate with your words and views. It's the 'Do what I say or I'll shoot you with a crossbow' is generally frowned upon" He turns to Haile.

"Halie, she just said it wasn't a good idea to heal the bear. She wasn't commanding anyone. Healing the bear is up to you and Dreamljocht. I'm certainly not going to tell him how to use his divine power. As to our new friend threatening to kill Sam: he literally threatened to drop her if she didn't drop her weapon. We were fighting this thing for our lives 30 seconds ago."

The danger seemingly averted, Jemimwitt gave Muffins a pet and shook his head. Sometimes, he just didn't understand people.
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The ranger sighs as she looks in the direction of where Sam took off. She pushes it and she doesn't have the strength. Kneeling down, the cub seems to be crying curled up with the bear. Feeling like it was her fault, she is able to get the bear into her arms and it looks up at her.

Assuming everyone chips in and helps to move it the dead bear is pushed into a small area and is buried probably from help of the wagon. When someone goes back to it, its where it was normally. No one is around it. The bear can be easily buried. Haile marks it with a criss-cross and the group moves on. It seems like the group wants to talk and argue, confusion probably settles in.

The bear despite losing its parents, it slowly slips into slumber. Haile makes a makeshift harness and it lies inside of it, covered up.

OOC
So who is manning the wagon aka the reigns? Everyone has a mount minus Dove.

Dreamljocht listens and shakes his head: some of his companions seem to be on edge about each other. That is not the way he likes to work within a companioship.
He calls Sam first: "Sam, you're wounded. I'm going to try to heal all of us at least a little. Come back so I can heal you too."

Then he turns to the others: "To heal as best as I can, we need to be close to each other. And it won't help if I'll try to heal you when you are bashing each others  heads after. And step back from the bear as I don't like to heal her accidentally as well. And Jem: bring Muffins here: she needs it too."

For his healing he waits till everyone is centred around him, and there is no healing without Sam. If Sam is still fuming in the woods, Dreamljocht will call him again and waits patiently.

When everyone is there, Dreamljocht touches his holy symbol, prays to Sarenrae, and everyone feels a surge of healing energy coursing through.

Dreamljocht rolled 8 using 3d6. Channel positive energy. Everyone healed for 8 hp

When the healing is done, Dreamljochts waits some moments before opening his eyes and he looks at everyone, one by one: "There seems a lot of distrust among us. Dove and Jem are new; they don't know us well and we don't know them either. Halie, Sam and I have a mission to fullfil, if Jem or Dove wants to join us we need to trust each other to work together. Tonight at our campsite we have to talk and to learn about each other, so we can trust and work together as a team, otherwise we'll fail in our quest."

For those who are sensitive enough, Dreamljochts aura is almost pulsing when he tries to apease the group.

Sam is indead gone. He doesn't react to Dream. It slowly begins to get dark.

When Sam stays in the wood, Dreamljocht takes point again: "We can't stay here this way. Sam is near and I hope he'll come back soon. My proposal is to make camp at the cart: the horses will probably not come near the dead bear. After burrying the large bear, he follows Halie and the cub to the cart.

Dreamljocht starts to collect the horses and hobble them, preventing them to run away.
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Assuming everyone chips in and helps to move it the dead bear is pushed into a small area and is buried probably from help of the wagon. When someone goes back to it, its where it was normally. No one is around it. Everything inside of it remains the same. Sam's gear is on him. Haile marks it with a criss-cross. It seems like the group wants to talk and argue, confusion probably settles in. Its slowly getting dark but the group can move along if they want. The cart stops at the bear beforehand. Haile tells Dream she will take the bear for now and the horses seem fine with the small bear course its hidden on Haile. They are much bigger then it so its not threatening. Sam doesn't come. Maybe he's around but hard to tell.

When making camp, Dreamljocht keeps on the lookout for Sam. Even if he doesn't know Sam well, Sam had saved their skin several times. Dreamljocht is troubled by the course of events.

Dreamljocht rolled 20 using 1d20+6. Perception.

After the channel, Jemimwitt moved around a bit experimentally and nodded approvingly, testing his body despite his wounds. He was still ambulatory and could ride: and that wouldn't be true without the healing he'd received.


"Thank you for your assistance, Dreamljocht. That sounds like a great idea. I'd love to hear some stories from everyone. Even Sam.

We may have had a disagreement but he definitely shouldn't be camping alone tonight in this forest. I do hope he shows up."

Not that long ago, goblins had managed to sneak close enough to literally kidnap Muffins from a full camp with guards. Sleeping out here alone sounded insanely dangerous.

Once the camp was made and he'd quickly seen to Muffins needs, he headed back to the camp for the aforementioned discussion. He had planned on also taking the time to fix his armour, but the magical chain seemed to be free of torn links: the magical armor had held up remarkably well.


22:26, Today: Jemimwitt Haethy rolled 7 using 1d20+5.  Muffins Perception.
22:25, Today: Jemimwitt Haethy rolled 15 using 1d20+6.  Perception Jemimwitt (4 against danger/stealth) for a total of 19

Once more Dove is confused at the actions of the party moving the bear off to the side rather then harvesting it for meat, albeit she supposes it makes sense with Halie apparently keeping the cub. She took the time to wind down as Dream healed the parties wounds and Sam still didn’t appear before they decided to hobble the horses and set up camp. Far from optimal but as her adrenaline dropped she had to admit she could use the break. Taking calming breaths she went through the mindless tasks of helping out where requested, keeping an eye out for Sam as she did. Albeit unlike the others she was more wary then worried.

08:45, Today: Dove Laneri rolled 9 using 1d20+3.  Perception.

Dreamljocht looks around and asks: "I have still some minor scratches; if anyone is still wounded, I could heal us once again? I know I need some more."

Jemimwitt nodded "I also have a few injuries. The armor held up well, but I can't say the same for my ribs."

He stood around the center. He suddenly spoke very loudly so that any nearby could hear. "Sam, you are welcome to join us openly if you wish. If not, have a good night."

There was no malice in his tone.

Jemimwitt couldn't be sure, but he thought he'd heard... something watching him. It could be his imagination, some critter, Sam or something else. He thought it might be Sam, who seemed heavily invested in completing the mission and thus seemed unlikely to depart.

"Shall we have a discussion of our past as Dreamljocht suggested? Who would like to be first?"

Dreamljocht holds his holy symbol once again, praying to his goddess. A new wave of healing energy runs through everyones veins. If Muffins has some wounds, these would heal too.
When Dreamljocht looks around he has some flash of a sight: it is as if he sees a second Jem, amidst the trees and shrubs. But as he blinks his eyes in disbelief, the sight is gone and he doesn't know if he had seen somenthing real or that his imagination had played tricks on him.

Dreamljocht rolled 13 using 3d6. Channel positive energy. Everyone within 30 feet heals 13 hp
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The small group is gathered together around a small campfire. The four of them circle the campfire, food is given out as well. Haile sits some distance off with the bear upon her shoulder as she eats quietly. Its relatively peaceful. Night has fallen, everyone is together. The cleric heals the group up and waits. The quiet night, familiar sounds of a owl hooting. It has been a long day.
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Her mood had soured quite a bit with everything that had happened. She didn't want to attack the momma bear...she was only protecting her cub and then to top it off with Dove wanting to kill the baby...it was too much. With a heavy sigh, her thoughts turned to Sam and what happened at the wagon as she picked up the cub and held it up to look it over. "Now...what to name you..." she said with a small, sad smile, trying not to let any emotions show.

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17:19, Today: Halie Delmenn rolled 27 using 1d20+9.  Perception.

“I don’t mind telling you all a bit about myself but I’m not sure what exactly you want to hear. Funny stories, tales of home and hearth, epic tales?”

Dove seemed curious and a little unsure as she settled in with the others. Considering carefully the atmosphere and both Muffins and the unnamed bear cub she decided to reveal one of her own secrets. She lifted the leg of her pants to reveal a gold lined skunk against her skin and stared at it unimpressed.

“Stop being so lazy, if you want dinner come get it Stripes. Silly thing.

Perhaps it was the order or the smell of food that did it as her tattoo, scratch that, her familiar detached from her leg and crawled into her lap much like a cat demanding attention and food. She made sure that her companion got his fill though as she considered what kind of information to share with the others.

Once everything was all set up, Muffins was relaxing by the fire with Jemimwitt laying against him as a particularly large pillow.

Muffins head twisted a bit as he saw the skunk and twisted his head, whining lightly, a little confused as to why a skunk was allowed. Jemimwitt gave him a pet and he put his head back down.


"Something that says something about you would be good. Or just a good story. It's hard to say no to a good story.


Jemimwitt stopped suddenly, and made a hand gesture. Muffins was up in a minute, looking alarmed. Jemimwitt mounted Muffins and moved away from where he was standing about 30 feet.

He had not stayed alive by ignoring his intuition. It could be something as simple as a large badger den or an underground cave.

"I may just be very tired, but I swear I just felt the ground move under my feet. We may be on a sinkhole or something. We should search the area more thoroughly."
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The area seems safe. Peto looks around and the horses don't seem to really see anything. One of them leans forwards and is eating grass. Its quiet and calm. The bear yawns as it rests on Haile. But then something skitters across a branch! About 15' away againt something moves up a tree. Then silence besides the typical woodland nature.

There was a soft sigh as she looked up into the trees at the sound, eyes darting about, pausing in one area before shifting back down to the bear. The conversation from the others was tuned out as she tried to relax, enjoying the sounds of nature even though it seemed to awaken that more primal part of her.

"Hmmm well how about the time I met Stripes? He was always adorable. Where I grew up animals are a lot more trusting of people then normal. So Stripes and his family didn't act on edge, and thankfully no one ever got a face full of musk. But he was always the dangerously curious one of his group. Wandered off a lot from his mom, and I liked to feed him tidbits while petting him. Apparently it got me adopted as my magic bonded with him without me noticing because one day he just trotted into my leg. I maaay have cried until my mom's friend helped me figure out what happened. Almost as bad as when I tried to pet a skunk outside of my home. Not fun, but I've since learned a skunk attack is a great way to end a fight."

Dove chuckled at her own past, so so many mistakes. And who knew Skunks where so dangerous out in the wilds? Her fingers trailed lovingly through the skunks fur before she jolted slightly looking around with a slightly confused look.

"Did... the ground just move?!"

Dove seemed to hesitate before looking to the side with a shudder, oddly focused on the ground for a moment.

"Okay. Might be imagining things. I think somethings underground though. I'm definitely not gonna sleep on the ground tonight though. Brrrr. I wish I could sense Tremors."

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Right behind Dove after she speaks, the ground bursts open revealing this carapace creature! It hisses goes to bite down upon Dove's chest!

Within seconds, another creature bursts from the ground behind Muffins and Jema and proceeds to sink its mandables into flesh!

Boom! Clacking of claws and fangs, it bursts out of the ground behind Dream!

Three nasty creatures!

11:50, Today: Dungeon Master rolled 10 using 1d20+5.  Attack-Dream.

11:49, Today: Dungeon Master rolled 2 using 1d4.  Damage-Dove-Acid.

11:48, Today: Dungeon Master rolled 8 using 2d6+4.  Damage-Dove.

11:48, Today: Dungeon Master rolled 9 using 1d20+5.  Attack-Jem.

11:47, Today: Dungeon Master rolled 18 using 1d20+5.  Attack-Dove.

OOC
Dove: 10 Damage
Initiative

All of them are 10x10.!

Dove let out a cry of Agony as Stripes lets out a cry of fury as she's attacked without warning.

09:50, Today: Dove Laneri rolled 12 using 1d20+3.  Initiative.

When the monster attacks Dreamljocht, he draws his scimitar lightning fast, but in the chaos, he misses the monster opposing him.

Dreamljocht rolled 22 using 1d20+4. Initiative.
Dreamljocht rolled 10 using 1d20+8. Attack with scimitar +1.
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Jemimwitt backed away from the monster so he could get some momentum for a charge, and then slammed back into the creature.

Move back, take the inevitable aoo, and charge
17:56, Today: Jemimwitt Haethy rolled 20 using 3d6+9.  Damage if 27 hits.

17:55, Today: Jemimwitt Haethy rolled 27 using 1d20+15.  Charge!!!! (Lance, but no challenge this time, just strength bonus).


20 damage if that hits and I don't get stopped by the AOO.

Ride Check for Muffins to attack
17:57, Today: Jemimwitt Haethy rolled 18 using 1d20+11 ((7)).

17:58, Today: Jemimwitt Haethy rolled 8 using 1d20+7 ((1)).

Auto miss on Muffins



The lance shot sunk in heavily, but Muffins found it impossible to bite at the carapace: he couldn't figure out a good way to attack that safely.

Dove and stripes disengage to get a bit of distance and ideally put someone in armor between her and the monsters. She could do a lot but nowhere near as much while in melee range of things tearing chunks out of her torso.

OOC
Full Round: Disengage
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The cavalier rushes back, missed by the creature. He charges at it, lance hitting him directly. Muffins goes to bite into him but gets nothing but carapace.

Dream draws his scimitar but misses.

Dove runs with Stripes, trying to gain distance and does it successfully.

The creature by Jem burrows into the ground and dissapears.
*Disengage into the ground. No hole.

The one that attack Dream, attacks again! It sinks its teeth into the clerics chest.
*Dream: 8 Damage, 1 Acid

Finally the one that went after Dove charges through the woods and sinks its manacled maul upon Dove!
*Dove: 10 Damage, No Damage from Acid

Haile moves to the wagon and places the bear inside. She fires at one of the creatures but misses!

The creature stares at Dove and then its head gets hit from behind twice. Its head is severed and falls to the ground in acidic ooze and standing there is Sam. His eyes narrow on the aasimar as he holds his twin kurkris.
*Creature is killed by Sam.

OOC
Group is up
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Sam         (25)
Jem         (22)
Dream       (22)
*9 Damage
Dove        (12)
*20 Damage
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Creatures   (09)
*One is killed
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Haile       (04)
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Dove let out another shrill cry of pain as her Stripes began to get even more agitated, before Sam solved the issue. She seemed hesitant on how to handle it at first, likely due to the heavy amount of pain she was in before she gently nudged Stripes with her ankle so he stopped aiming his backside at Sam.

"Thanks Sam. And now, Lady Desna, I appreciate your help."

Dove stepped away from the corpse and Sam, just in case it wasn't fully dead, before she invoked a spell quietly as her hand pulsed with a soft light. The wounds on her chest began to mend as the blood flowed back inside of her and the flesh knit. When it seemed minor scratches and rends would be left her spell seemed to give an odd final pulse, finishing off the heal.

Move: 5ft Step away from the body
Standard: Cure Moderate Wounds + Bloodline Arcana. Dove Heals for 21 Hit Points.

07:53, Today: Dove Laneri rolled 17 using 2d8+5.  Cure Moderate Wounds.
Bloodline Arcana: +4 Healing to Target in Sight (Dove)

Without a word, Sam turns and charges at the creature attacking Dream. He sinks his blade between a opening in the carapace.

23 Damage
08:29, Today: Sam Cascious rolled 16 using 3d8.

08:29, Today: Sam Cascious rolled 7 using 1d4+5.

08:28, Today: Sam Cascious rolled 21 using 1d20+11.

Dreamljocht is focused on the monster in front that hit him last. WIth the wound in his shoulder, burning with acid`, he is not able to get his attack right again. He msises and is very happy to see Sam at the other side ofthe monster, attacking with his now famous kukri's.

Dreamljocht rolled 13 using 1d20+10. Attack with scimitar +1
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Muffins instinctively backed away and growled as the creature suddenly vanished into the ground.

"Careful, mine's dug away!"

Jemimwitt gave Muffins a good spur and directed him in another low charge towards the one fighting Dream after seeing (with a little surprise) Sam kill one of the creatures.

"BY THE ORDER OF THE SWORD!"

Muffins made a mad dash across the campsite, sending up dust as his legs quickly propelled the dire corgi to an impressive rate, and once again, Jemimwitt brought his lance to bear on the target, careful not to hit the cleric.

Charge with lance. 10:33, Today: Jemimwitt Haethy rolled 24 using 1d20+13 ((11)).

10:34, Today: Jemimwitt Haethy rolled 18 using 3d6+9 ((4,4,1)).
18 Damage, roll for ride/bite

10:35, Today: Jemimwitt Haethy rolled 12 using 1d20+11 ((1))
1 Auto fails.

Muffins was reluctant to get close and bite the thing: understandable, given it's carapace. He would not try and ask Muffins to do it again: the lance was more important.

With Jem and Sam hitting the creature, its speared by the lance and falls to the ground, dead.

Suddenly, the ground burst up 20' from the group! It hisses and lets out a acidic burst upon Sam, Jem and Dream!

DC: 14 Reflex Save
16:29, Today: Dungeon Master rolled 11 using 4d4.
Half: 6 Points of Damage

Sam darts away from the breath, using quick speed.

Haile fires at the last creature barely hitting him.
*2 Damage to creature

The rogue charges at the beast and goes to sink his blade into it!
*7 damage to creature

OOC
Group is up
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Sam         (25)
Jem         (22)
Dream       (22)
*9 Damage
Dove        (12)
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Creatures   (09)
*Two are killed
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Haile       (04)
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13:52, Today: Jemimwitt Haethy rolled 17 using 1d20+6.  Muffins Ref (Evasion).

13:52, Today: Jemimwitt Haethy rolled 24 using 1d20+6.  Ref Save.

Jemimwitt avoided the worst of the acid, where as Muffins managed to literally dodge the spray entirely.

Growling, Muffins charged on his own as Jemimwitt gritted his teeth, bringing his lance around quickly as he found himself propelled towards the remaining creature, bringing the lance home to just barely strike.


Charge as usual.
13:55, Today: Jemimwitt Haethy rolled 16 using 1d20+13 ((3)).
I'm pretty sure that's a miss?

Edit- Apparently not. Rolling damage.

19:33, Today: Jemimwitt Haethy rolled 23 using 3d6+9 ((5,5,4)).


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The acid hits Dreamljocht although he dodges most of it. As soon as possible he attacks the critter with his scimitar, but again he misses. Harmlessly bouncing his blade on the carapace of the monster.

Dreamljocht rolled 27 using 1d20+7. Reflex save: => 6 damage
Dreamljocht rolled 12 using 1d20+8. Attack with scimitar +1

My last 5 attack rolls with bow or scimitar: 3,8,2,3,4! I'm happy that some of my other rolls are a bit higher

Dove was certainly not as fast to react though it may have been due to the fact she was chanting a spell. Stripes on the other hand showing he was a little coward darted back into Dove's leg taking his place once more as a Tattoo. Finally her spell released a barrage of force missiles at the creature.

Stripes Move: Stripes returns to Tattoo form
Dove Standard: Magic Missile hits for 10 Force Damage
05:18, Today: Dove Laneri rolled 10 using 3d4+3.  Magic Missile. (Only if beast is still standing).

Dove's spell hits and when the cavalier charges at it, that was its final call. The creature fell to the ground in a mass of mandibles and carapace as well as nasty acid.

Sam slips his blades back to where they came and walks over to Haile and the bear to check on them. Silence comes from him-he's either ticked off, had enough or doesn't care about anyone besides the ranger and the cub.

Jemimwitt gave a polite nod to Sam but let him be.


"Well fought, everyone. Shall we dispose of the corpses and continue resting, or change camp sites?"

Dove quietly casts Mending as the rips and tears in her clothes begin to heal, now that combat was over and her wounds where healed. A Prestidigitation also took care of any leftover blood or saliva.

"I'd probably suggest moving even if all I want is a rest, the smell of blood may bring more predators? At least that's what I was always told."

"Welcome Sam, I was afraid that we had lost you. But once again you come to help us." voices Dreamljocht his concern about his missing companion.
When everyone is setteld again, Dreamljocht uses his ability to channel positive energy, holding his holy symbol and praying to Sarenrae.
"Anyone still more wounded than a few scratches that heal over night?"

Everyone wounded takes 12 hp healing: Dreamljocht rolled 12 using 3d6. Channel positive energy.

After checking on the bear and ranger, Sam turns and starts to head back into the woods. He stops, watching each of them and then keeps walking into the brush.

There was blush that came to her cheeks when Sam came to check on her and the bear cub but she was ultimately relieved that he came back. Her gaze darted over to Dream when he spoke to Sam but returned when she sensed him moving. Reaching out, she caught ahold of his arm. "Don't go..."

The rogue stares at the ranger. He glances at the others and then back to Haile. Sam steps back away from them and goes to where the cub lies. He waits in the back of the wagon, silently. His eyes dart around, watching. A hand goes to where the cub is resting. Its hard to tell what is more unnerving-Sam speaking or not saying a word. And telling what he is feeling. Hurt. Anger.Upset. Or nothing. Emotionless.
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"Stay with us, Sam." says Dreamljocht to the rogue. The inscrutable man has earned Dreamljochts trust by now, coming to the rescue of his companions several times, even if he was not obliged.

Dove moves to relax by Jemimwitt while she waits for the party to talk down Sam. She has to admit she doesn't get it, but it's none of her business. She wasn't entirely sure what to do and so decided to lean on some good advice from her aunt, namely 'let them sort their own shit out.' Perfect.

"So does this happen often in this area? The whole ambush thing." Instead she just strikes up conversation with Jemimwitt.

As much as he wants to say something, to go off on all of them-he doesn't. His eyes narrow and glances at Dream. He turns from him and leaves his hand near the cub for a moment and turns away from them. Sam takes a deep breath. Not a single word breaks from him.

Jemimwitt shook his head. "I'm new to the area as well. I've been ambushed before, but never by foes this strong.

Most of the foes we've faced, I'd have evaded rather than trying to fight on my own.

It would be nice to avoid any more nasty surprises, but I don't have my hopes up. 

The Order of the Sword required you to show a degree of bravery, not stupidity. He'd met a few cavaliers of the second variety, and they usually didn't last very long.

"First goblins, then bears, and now some kind of underground bug. Yea, I'm definitely ready to get the hell out of here. Wish when my spells had woke up some kind of Alarm had, tsk. Not gonna sleep peacefully for days."

Dove let out a put upon sigh, absolutely agreeing with Jemimwitt's assessment of avoiding these kind of fights rather then tackling them head on.

She moved up behind Sam and wrapped her arms around him in a gentle hug. "Come on Sam...stay...for me. We need you..." Her words were soft. "Don't leave me..." Her thoughts careened back to at the wagon, that moment that was shared. "You...you can't just do what you did and leave."

As much as he wants to yell at everyone, he doesn't. The rogue winces at the hug but doesn't pull away. His eyes dart to Dove, eyes narrowed and then move away. He looks up at the sky. still being held. Silence. The rogue pulls away from her and sits on the back of the wagon near the cub.

Soon the group finds a differet places to rest. If they wish they can take some of the body parts of the ankhegs. Sam sits at the back of the wagon, silently still with the cub. At times Halie pulls the cub close and walks around, staying clear of the Aasimar. It doesn't seem like the tiefling sleeps and whenever someone gets close other then the ranger, he pulls away and just stares at them. He just looks like he's ready for a fight, inside the camp our outside. Strange how Sam normally talks but is silent. He normally watches each person one at a time, like a cat watching its prey but he doesn't lunge.

Everyone gets some rest. Time passes and between some of the group taking watch nothing comes up from the ground, no arrows from the trees. And nothing from the woodlands. Come morning, the gathered group starts the journey once more. A few hours pass. Its getting slightly more cold now and what looks like a small inn rest against the side of tbe beginning of a mountain.

She felt some sense of relief when Sam doesn't make a move to leave, eventually going to lay down to get some rest, curling up with the little cub. She would have invited Sam to come lay down as well but figured he was still upset over the threats that were spoken. When morning came, she packed up her things and donned her heavier clothing.

Dove had been hesitant to sleep but left Stripes on watch beside her. She slept in and got some rest, the multiple ambushes having exhausted her. She did make sure to sleep near Jemimwitt and Muffins though trusting in the dogs sense of smell alongside Stripes. As the new day dawned she woke herself up with a basic prestidigitation, cleaning herself and feeding Stripes as she groggily started the day and got ready to leave.

Dove was apparently not much of a morning person.

Dreamljocht wakes early, and takes his time to pray to Sarenrae for new spells for the day to come. Clasping his holy symbol he ponders upon the blessings his goddess bestowed on him and his companions. As usual for him, he is a bit humbled by the neverending generosity of his patron.

After his morning duties, he joins his companions for a light brerakfast. As the cold chills him a bit, he brings his cloak from his kit to keep him warm during the day.
He is gladd to find Sam still with them. He doesn't fathom the man not yet; when they met first, he didn't even know if he was trustworthy at all. Dreamljocht always tries  to judge men on their deeds first and not on their appearance or ancestry.
He is quite sure that Sam has a secret, and waits patiently till the man open up.

The rogue doesn't look at anyone, as if he doesn't see them. He remains near Haile and checks the cub, and motions for the ranger to pick it up in its sling. Sam doesn't take the reigns either, letting someone else do it.  Looking around he spots the odd building and being on the ground moves towards it.
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Halie picked up the little cub and it's sling and put it on, basically wearing it like a parent would with a new babe before mounting Peto. She gave Sam a small smile, glad that he stayed even if he was still mad at the group, which was understandable.

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The outside of the inn. Once inside, its all rock. Rock benches, rock tables. Even a rock and wood bar. There are no signs of anyone else but there is fireplace that looks recently lit with some coals but its low. Sam keeps his distance from everyone besides Haile-when someone approaches he moves away, and seems to be watching everyone. There is also a sloped area that leads further down, like a spiral staircase leading further into the darkness. Its quiet.

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Dove looked around both intrigued and a bit let down. This place looked ideal for a way station for the adventuring or traveling sort, but seemed fairly quiet. Likely it only had at most a customer or three. Which unfortunately meant she'd have to put off considering whether to stay or leave until they found someone a bit more bustling. It also meant she wouldn't be able to get any local news or stories, easily anyway.

Rogar looks around the second floor where he awoke and not seeing any of his mining associates he heads downstairs, ready to give the first person he sees a piece of his mind for not waking him for breakfast.
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When they reach the building at the side of the road, Dreamljocht reigns his horse and steps down. "Let's have a look if there's someone who can tell us more of the way ahead.". He ties his horse to the cart and enters the building, together with his companions.
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Looking back out the doorway, the cavalier seems to have taken off as well as the sorceror. Probably out scouting perhaps? Sam waits by Haile as he enters and as the dwarf comes downstairs, his eyes narrow. Least he is not armored but he does have a axe. The rogue remains silent, letting the others deal with the dwarf. He steps in front of the ranger and the babe over her shoulder-the cub.
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Stomping down the stairs Rogar looks around the main floor.  Slightly confused by the lack of activity and his missing associates Rogar spots the newcomers entering the inn.
"You there, what's goin' on?  Where's m'friends?"

Filivum was a bit tired, but in a good way. The King had asked him to join a group of adventurers, and while they had a head start, his magic carried him faster than them, and so he was catching up to them.
He was excited to meet them, and tell them that the King himself has decided to send him with them, but he also didn't want to startle them, so he waited a bit outside, to catch his breath, and make himself invisible, before he entered the inn.

OOC: Casting Invisibility on himself
Remaining Spells per day: 7/4

Glancing across the room to the cleric, Sam remains silent for some reason. Everyone that wanted him dead is gone and that should change things but he can't read Dream. He sighs, keeping himself in front of Haile and the bear cub swaddled against her chest. Taking a deep breath, the tiefling does speak "Who are you?" Right to the point.

There was a soft blush that came to her cheeks when Sam stepped in front of her, protecting her and the little cub. Her thoughts careened back to the moment shared beside the wagon for a brief moment before she pushed them aside, trying to be present in their current situation.

Dreamljocht looks at the dwarf, who is clearly missing some of his companions. "Sir dwarf, were you here with companions? When did you see them last? We encountered nobody on our way in."
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Looking over the Inn's newest guests Rogar can tell these aren't your average merchants he's dealt with typically around here.

"Name's Rogar and yes there should be several others aroun' here, including someone with my breakfast."

Looking towards the kitchen Rogar tests the air hoping to smell something good to break his fast.

Filivum makes his way into the inn, to see what's going inside. Breakfast?! That sounds good... and he makes his way towards whatever is the kitchen.

Dreamljocht listen carefully: he hears someone or something moving in the direction of the kitchen, but he doesn't see anything moving! He draws his scimitar and walks in the direction of the sound.
He positions himself in the path of what's moving and says loud and clear: Make your self visible, or I'll use my weapon to find you.
He is ready for a reaction, even a hostile attack.

Damned these elves and their stupid hearing. Filivum stops a short distance from the elf, and knowing he can't dispel his magic, he decides to do the next best thing, he casts a spell, and aims it near the elf's right foot, sending a weak jolt of energy close to him. "Here I am, now, are you really gonna stand between a hungry halfling and his next meal? Besides, aren't you one of the guys the king has sent on a mission?"

OOC: Casting Jolt, not aimed at the elf, but in close vicinity, so that the invisibility is dispeled.
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"You could have walked in without the spell." Sam speaks out, staying in front of Haile. His eyes narrow on the halfling, and with a quick flick two blades form into his hands. Hard to tell where they came from. First the dwarf and now a mysterious halfling? He takes a breath and slips his blades somewhere, crossing his arms over his chest and stands now in the doorway that he closes. He glances at the dwarf "We just arrived."

"I could have, sure, but life is an adventure, and sometimes, especially for a lone halfling, life can be dangerous, so better to be safe than sorry." He makes no threatening moves towards either of them, and other than a staff seems to carry no weapons. "Besides, the king has given me a piece of paper to show you guys, that he asked me to join you."

The mans eyes narrow "Let me see it."

"Sure, but that means slipping my hand into my pocket to retrieve it." And he slowly pull out the paper. It's not in great condition, as he barely even folded it neatly before he stuffed it in his pocket.

She watched the halfling with a curiosity, placing a hand gently upon Sam's shoulder.

Without showing much surprise when the halfling comes out of invisibility, Dreamljocht steps up to the small one, holding his hand outstretched and open to take a look at the king's paper.

Sam winces as Hailie touches his shoulder, probably not expecting it. He seems to slightly relax now with the cavalier and the other sorcerer gone. But he seems to be not at ease. He lowers his hand as Filivum hands it to the cleric which explains the mission from the Kings view and signed by him. A forgery? Maybe. The rogue steps back, still protecting the ranger and cub. His eyes dart back to the somewhat angry dwarf. The last thing Sam wants to do is deal with him. But he can easily enough "Should check the area, see if we can find this dwarves friends."

"Go ahead...we will be fine unless you want me to accompany you," Halie said softly after taking a deep breath and letting it out slowly.

"Oooh, I have an idea, I'll check out the kitchen, you know, his 'friends' might be hungry." Said the halfling, in a somewhat excited voice.

Dreamljocht walks with the halfling to the kitchen; he rests his hand lightly on the shoulder of the halfling as to be sure that he doesn't turn invisible again.

The Hafling looks around the kitchen, and when he finds nothing amiss, he'll go about making himself a modest breakfast of eggs, salad, sausages, and any mead he can find. While doing so, he talks to the Elf "So, would you mind telling me about you and your friends? if we're gonna be traveling companions, we might as well get to know each other."

"Hey! You are not bloody allowed in there you good for nothin' son of a..." The dwarf goes to get in front of the cleric and sorceror "Now you want to steal from here eh? Yer either pay fer the meal and I'll go fetch it or get out." He gets in front of them, big burly arms blocking them both "I'll find them. Why don't you just leave eh? Go running into my kitchen-or try- and apprarently you want to see what I got when yer not wanted in the kitchen. Have you not been to a bloody tavern? Leave. Now."

"Alright, alright, we're leaving. I tell you, some people are too laced up for their own good." The halfling replies.
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"Yah need to bloody asked instead of wandering around like a lost puppy." The dwarves hands tensed up "Yeh need tak learned a lesson. Would yah want someone yah didn't know walkin' into yer home looking for food without asking? No." He wipes off his beard. He grumbles under his breath.

The rogue watches the two of them going at it and since he's not friends with either one, he leans against the wall watching. Once its dealt with, Sam steps in front of Haile and the cub like a protector. Just a simple nod to the angry dwarf before he steps out once everyone else leaves minus the dwarf.

Dreamljocht looks a bit surprised when the dwarf reacts so hostike upon their walk to the kitchen: "You just asked where your comrads were? And we were to look in the kitchen for you, as we did see no one outside or in yet. But please, master dwarf, don't be angry; we'll stay away from your kitchen and you can look for yourself if your folk is there."

"Bloody hell you were. That halfling tried to storm on on like he ran the place and I don't want no one in my kitchen you heard? Leave. I'd had that there enough of you. Go on elf. Yer right. Master Dwarf in my place and yah ain' listening. Can you hear me elf? I got the right tah be angry! Get out of me inn and keep that there halfling on a leash you hear me!" The dwarf is definatly not in a good mood.

The change in Filivum is as drastic, as can be. He does a somersault to land near the dwarf, and electrical sparks can be seen between his fingers, where he holds the dwarf's beard. "I've had enough of your whining MISTRESS DWARF! I AM leaving these premises, because I would not tolerate a buffon such as yourself, but a single word out of place, and I will singe that beard off your face, and leave you as smooth as a baby's butt." And he winks at the elf.

OOC: Acrobatics check
23:12, Today: Filivum Springwing rolled 25 using 1d20+14 ((11)).

Intimidate check
23:15, Today: Filivum Springwing rolled 20 using 1d20+4 ((16)).

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"I'd like to see you try you no good son of a troll's butt. You walked in here, actin' like you owned the place and when I spoked up yah got all defensive! I think yer mom didn't ween yah long enough and didn't teach you a damn thing about walking in and doing what yer been doing! GET OUT!" The dwarf roars at everyone and doesn't seem even remotlely phased by the halflings jest and attempted at anything. He slames the halflings hands down, being a lot stronger and send him sailing back across the room but he stops easily enough.

"GET OUT! Or I will show you a thing or two you won't forget! If you think you can throw yourself at me and me beard try it again!"

Sam glances at the cleric and sorceror "Let's leave. No need to show off. Dwarves aren't smart to mess with. You do it, your on your own." He seems serious as he stares at the sorceror.

Filivum walks out, not looking back at the dwarf.

Halie gave a nod at Sam's words and headed towards the door, intent on leaving.

Before leaving, Dreamljocht, places 2 gold on the bar. "Sorry for the rude interruption; it was not our intention to disturb you, but to help. I hope these gold pieces will help you regain your good humour, sir dwarf."

The dwarf growls, takes the money and slams the door behind them as they leave.

Outside, its a bit cold but decent. Sam watches the sorcerer, and climbs up on the wagon. The horses get a bit skittish around him. He then watches the cleric but he is silent. With all that happened he doesn't try to talk-last time with some others he did just that and everyone turned. Yet the cleric is different. Maybe.

The wagon pushes on ahead, Sam offering to carry the cub so it is easier for Haile to ride. Seems the halfling has a horse as well. Forest and more forest lining the road. It gets steep at times and circles towards the north. Nothing pops out. A few hours pass and something seems to be in the center of the road.

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Perception Checks

Filivum is quietly following on his donkey. He knows he messed up somewhat, but he didn't know how to apologize, and he didn't know if any of them wanted him around.

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Perception: Filivum Springwing rolled 12 using 1d20+4 ((8)).

Dreamljocht rides on the cart, his thoughts more on the last couple of days as it seems almost impossible as a group to function socially well outside battle.

Dreamljocht rolled 15 using 1d20+6. Perception
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The ranger slips off her horse and tosses the reins up to Sam who catches them. She pulls out her bow, nocking a arrow and motions for the sorcerer to stay behind the wagon probably for cover. Sam watches what is going on, but remains on the wagon. As the cleric slowly rides along he stops. Haile gets closer, watching the area and as she gets close she stops "Its the dog. But where is Dove and Jem?"

As much as Sam didn't like them-they did help. Their personalities didn't mess and everyone back Dove. He moves the wagon closer and slips off "You think he is still alive?" His eyes dart to the cleric then back to the ranger. The rogue watches the area.

Curious Dreamljocht looks at what's on the road. His hand on his scimitar he steps down and walks slowly down the road, scanning the shoulders of the road for anything dangerously. When he comes at the dog, he kneels and feels for a beating heart or any other sign of life.

Filivum stops near the wagon, and whispers "What's going on?"

"Dead, but no sign of outside wounds. I don't know what killed him. But Jem would not let his companion and mount lay here on the road without any care. I fear for more trouble for the halfling." Stil kneeling, Dreamljocht scans the surrounding countryside fo a sign of the halfling.

Halie let out a soft sigh. "Probably a lot of trouble...be on guard..." Her voice was low, eyes scanning the immediate area for any signs of danger.

Dreamljocht stands besides the dog. He starts walking in a spiral pattern around the dead animal, looking for tracks or any sign of the living or dead halfling. His weapon in his hand and all his senses on high alert for signs of trouble.

There seems to be no sign of the halfling or aasimar. But there are tracks, two sets heading into the forest. Getting the wagon through would be pretty tough but could be left on the side of the road. Sam stares at the dead dog and glances at the others "As much as I don't want to follow the tracks, we will. Save them and what then? Have them turn on me all over again for defending the cub against someone we just -met-?" Sam lets it out. He glances at the cleric and wants to say something to him but stops and turns as he sees the sorcerer "There's no dwarves here so you can come out." Wise guy.

"Am NOT hiding" Filvum calls out.

He walks up to Sam, and studies the tracks