Ghostfoot's Savage Tide (IC) Pt 2

[DrK]

Connaught

Connaught grabs at Lirith and hauls her back a little as she leaps forward. "Woah lass. Lets not get too wild and be eaten by the first big chicken o n the Gods forsaken island...." Looking at the little boy he grins, a terrifying sight for the minute or so before he shrinks to merely being "big". "You must smell tasty lad..."

He glances at the cowardly noble and mutters (loudly) to the others. "SHame our dead weight didn't head off by himself. No one would have to know what happens to him then when he got ate."

He sets to happily butchering one of the large birds and throwing chunks of meat onto the fire. "Late night snack anyway? Once we've had some food I'll watch a while longer lest more of the beasts come a visiting." He looks at Urol and the young boy. "Maybe the wee ones should sleep under a cover or out of sight in the middle of us eh? DOn't want to leave a snack too obvious."

[Cavir]

"They were quick on their feet. We need to keep a keener watch. Tavey, come sleep next to me. On the side closer to the fire." She activates her healing aura, lessening the worst of everyone's wounds. Once done she'll use a healing belt charge each on Tavey and Elmes, hoping someone else will see to Lirith and anyone else hurt so that she can keep one charge in case of emergency.

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Everyone is healed up to 1/2 hp minimum
Tavey (2d8)[11]
Elmes (2d8)[9]

[razorback]

"Well, there are enough of us to do 3 people per watch?"

[infomatic]

"I'll stay awake for now; too wound up to sleep anyway," Farid replies as he makes his way around the group tending to the remaining injuries.

Asking their leave to examine them, he first brings out a stout wand, then — noticing how deep those bites were — rifles through his prayer book, seeking something with more potency.

"This will work, but slowly," he says, wagging the stick. "I have a prayer healing from the deeper earth that would do the job more thoroughly, but I should ask first: You god, is he the jealous type?"

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Started writing this thinking Connaught was hurt, but it looks like he dodged most of it? Lirith is still damaged, though.

Wand of Lesser Vigor should top off most others, and I've got a cure critical wounds left over for whoever is hurt the most: (4d8+7)[22]

[Ghostfoot]

The healing magic washes over everyone, knitting back together the wounds inflicted by the hungry terror birds. Lirith flexes her muscles testing her previously injured limbs and marveling at the way the gashes have been fixed by the power of the gods.

Somewhat hesitantly you all settle back down to rest on the beach. Tavey curls up in the centre of the group the wee lad whimpering in his troubled sleep after the ordeal. Mercifully the rest of the night passes uneventfully and you're able to rise in the morning on the carcass-strewn shore with no further incidents.

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The next day you gather your belongings (such that they are) and make ready to depart. The southern mountain range looks to be about a days march away, and if you make good time you should reach it around sundown.

You set off into the humid jungle, tall trees rising overhead filled with raucous brightly-coloured birds squawking. Thick heavy vines fall from the upper canopy and the jungle floor is well shaded with only occasional shafts of direct sunlight. Insects buzz and flit about everyone swatting at them furiously except Urol who typically takes great delight in studying any bugs as they feast. Lirith and Amella seemingly in a battle for most unrepeatable curses as a result.

Fortunately wide game trails make your travel easy and even astride his horse Indo is not overly hampered by undergrowth. As the morning passes you're able to make good time inland in your quest to find a pass through the mountains and make your way south to the destination colony.

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Overland jungle trek. Any special actions?

[redzimmer]

Malmir

The previous night and early watch did nothing to improve Mslmir’s mood.

Despite the endless distractions or the others’ bindings, prayers and whatever it was the fop with the horse did, he managed to prepare spells for the day.

[Cavir]

Lora is protective of Tavey for the evening. She is vigilant during her watch, her night sight aided by Father Bahamut.

Come morning she blesses all in the group with Bahamut's touch, even Indo. Father preached to defend the weak, and Indo in her eyes was definitely the weakest here even compared to Tavey. "Indo, let the boy ride with you? It'll help us leave the jungle that much faster."

As the group travelled, the bugs were an annoyance but not a threat with her dragonborn thick hardened skin. At times the bugs would get to her, temporarily solved each time with a blast of freezing air. Her wings would not keep her aloft all day but she did take advantage of breaks in the canopy to pop up and check their bearings. On the way down she would grab and hang onto one of the heavy vines to get a higher point of view of the group and their locale.

[u-b]

Elmes is hustling about half of the time to keep his overall speed equal to that of the rest of the party. This is not easy for him and he soon starts to breathe heavily and sweat all over, but he prefers to keep the armor on and do not slow down the group. Anyway, he is somewhere in the back of the group, or close behind it. He also makes a lot of noise while he regularly catches up. Totally unintentional, but totally unavoidable.

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About 4 or 5 hours of hustling for 8 or 10 total hours of movement, 7 or 15 points of nonlethal damage to be healed as we go, mainly near the evening. Keeping an average speed of up to 3 miles per hour, trails permitting.

[razorback]

Tchinik, after the last intrusion in the groups rest, has a hard time sleeping the rest of the night. After a little while, he gets up, nodding to who is on watch but moves towards the edge of the camp to watch the waves come crashing in. Usually soothing to him, waves instead carry something else along with their motion, something almost taunting to him though he can't place a name to it. As the rosy-fingered dawn came into view and the others began to stir, he went to the water and splashed himself with it. It was cold and alive and brought him full awake, though he didn't feel drowsy. Moving back to the others, he stirred the fire up and he begins to hack some of the meat up on a spit, not wanting it to go to waste.
Once feed and up, he gets ready, humming some tune or another while keeping busy, cheery little nothings that, never the less, bring smiles to his companions.
"Alright, lets get going before more of those birds come looking for breakfast, eh?" he says as he hefts his spear and moves forward.

[DrK]

Connaught

Connaught wakes, still bound to Savnok and the elven paladin Andras wakes happily, clutching axe and shield. Dismissing the full plate he joins the others, eyes searching the jungle as he hops his natural stench and thick hair will keep the worst of the bugs at bay. Walking beside Lirith he laughs heartily at the variety of vile curses coming from ehr and the Captain and keeps an eye on the boy, "Stay close lad. Don't want no more beasts seeking to drag you away eh?"

He walks happily in his lighter armour knowing he can summon Savnok's armour of the gods if need by but not wanting to walk in the heat in the heavy platemail.

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[infomatic]

Farid wakes early and begins reciting prayers as the sun climbs. Though they were walking away from the water, he gave the Bitch Queen her due, and would as long as the sea was near — his frequent use of her litanies in the past days might have attracted the attention of Umberlee's divine monitors, and he did not wish to seem a fair-weather supplicant. Then came his prayer to Lady Doom — all in all, a fairly dark start to the morning, and Farid's nerves were already jangling as they left the beach.

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He fumbles in his pocket for a moment before procuring a pair of small, crooked bits of deer antler and tossing them on his blanket. "Lady Doom will come to claim her due, but come tomorrow!" he whispers. The antlers emit a bit of smoke, which he inhales. He feels no different; he never does, though he's been using this prayer for years. He's not sure if it really does anything.

He plucks a scarf from his pack and wraps it around his head as the forest closes around him. He'd eschewed his robes while on deck — they only get waterlogged — and to put them on in this sweltering jungle would tempt exhaustion, but at least this might keep the bugs from his ears.

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Active Spells: Extended Tyche's Touch, extended Heart of Water

[Ghostfoot]

The morning passes as you trek inland. The jungle moves and shifts all around as a vast array of life continues it's endless cycle of activity in the humid environment. Every so often Urol stops and examines fern fronds or stops to nibble some animal dung before declaring the correct way forward. You can't help but notice frequent large avian tracks in the soft earth of the game trails, clearly an indication of abundant flocks of terror birds in the area. Urol however seems dismissive and sighs resignedly "No, these tracks are old. At least a few hours. We shan't have an opportunity to observe them again today".

About midday the jungle foliage opens up ahead of you. A wide shallow crater a mile or so wide breaks up the terrain. No large trees grow here just tall grasses in the furrowed earth.

Massive creatures move slowly about in the depression, a dozen huge elephantine lizards with long necks and even longer tails. They amble about grazing on saplings a few of them munching on trees at the far edge. Urol stops and looks on in awe as does even Lirith "Holy gods!".

[redzimmer]

Malmir

With a curse, Malmir readies a defensive spell.

“Drakes! Or maybe landwyrms! Do any of you speak draconic?”

[Cavir]

Lora's eyes scans across the clearing. "Speak? They look like oversized herd beasts. I suggest keeping a wide berth and get past them peacefully."

[razorback]

Tchinik moves along with the group, making small quips here and there, generally bringing smiles to everyone. He keeps his spear shouldered as they move, though the others can tell he keeps a wary eye out.
As the lumbering beasts come into view, his pace slows and he moves his spear into a charging form with methodical movement.
As Malmir and Lora comment, he continues to keep an eye on them. "The look like no dragon I've ever seen or heard of. Either way, we should move to the cover of trees to keep them from stampeding us."

[u-b]

"Yeah, let's move around by the edge of the crater. I don't want to deal with this lot." says Elmes wiping the sweat from his forehead.

[Cavir]

Lora nods and looks to either side of the bare crater gauging to see if either side was better. Sticking to the tree line she heads off along that side.

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Survival (1d20+8)[17]

[redzimmer]

Malmir

"My grandfather was always blathering on about nature and balance. If you're saying these things are herd beasts? I don't want to see whatever holy hell nature has created to hunt these things."

With that, he palms an eyelash encased in a bit of gum arabic.

[DrK]

Connaught

Connaught pauses at the edge of the crater, watching the massive beasts. "Odin's beard. They are colossal beasts. " He watches them carefully the looks to Lirith and the others. "They look like plant eaters eh? But big ones. Can we go round the edge. I don't fancy getting trampled by those big buggers." He takes a heavy swig from his canteen and looks around to the others. ""Guessing no-one was lucky enough to salavge some rum eh?"

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I agree, around the edge of the crater

[Cavir]

Malmir

"My grandfather was always blathering on about nature and balance. If you're saying these things are herd beasts? I don't want to see whatever holy hell nature has created to hunt these things."

Lora looks back to Malmir briefly. "Forgotten the beach welcome already?"

[redzimmer]

Malmir

“I was hoping that was a dream,” he grumbled miserably.

[infomatic]

"Lions hunt the elephant and buffalo," Farid nods. "These must be this island's elephants to the beach monster's lion,"

He frowns, as a thought occurs. "But lions don't tackle an elephant on their own. Which means there could be more of that beast from yesterday around. Maybe a lot more." He follows the others, eyes now more on the forest instead of the giant beasts in the clearing.

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Will be moving around a lot in the next few days, will have intermittent access to internet.

Rolls (if any matter)

(1d20+10)[27] survival
(1d20+5)[17] spot
(1d20+3)[4] hide

[Ghostfoot]

While keeping an eye on the majestic lumbering beasts you circle the exposed crater clearing. The creatures seem content to graze away and if they have noticed you they pay no mind.

As you make your way around the edge, as if conjured by your musings and comments, there is a loud cracking and crashing from splintering trees in the jungle ahead...some of the taller trees shudder and slender saplings crash to the ground...

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Something BIG ~50ft ahead crashing through the trees near the edge, ie where you want to be going.

You have a round or two if you want it

[redzimmer]

Malmir

“Er... mighty champion! Would you a accept a sacred boon of might?” Malmir asks Connaught.

The bigger the savage was, the less of a target Malmir will be.

Spoiler: Any buffs anyone?

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Here’s my spell list as it stands now.

[Ghostfoot]

"How about a boon of 'get me the hells outtta here!'" yells Indo, eyes wide and darting about as he clutches his horses' reins.

[DrK]

Connaught

Connaugt pauses and opens himself up to Savnok's influence. The sound of distant arrows hitting metal echoing softly from the air around the northern barbarian as the full plate of black sheets of metal formed around him. He looks at Malmir - "hold a moment Malmir let us see what the beast is. THen we can begin the spellcasting

[u-b]

Elmes moves to front of the group, casts Divine Power, draws the sword and readies Ice Slick.

[razorback]

Tchinik, trying to divine what is coming, grinds the butt of his spear into the ground as Indo speaks. "Well, if whatever it was didn't know we were here already, it does now." he says through clenched teeth at the mans foolishness. Shifting his spear down and pointing it in front of him, he nods to the others to let them know he's ready.

[Cavir]

"Shhhh." Lora hoped their noise so far was covered by the tree crashings. There was prey out in the open. The dragonborn was ready for battle if that was to be. She lifted up into the air near the canopy above Tchinik and Elmes, readying a blast of Slow as soon as the creature came into range.

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Slow Breath 15' cone. Slowed for 2 rounds. Reflex DC 16 to reduce it to one round.

Maneuvers
(1d5)[3]
(1d4)[3]
(1d3)[2]
Next round: (1d2)[2]

[infomatic]

Farid unslings his bow and nocks an arrow. He considers crouching behind a tree before reconsidering at the sound of snapping trunks. However he must face the unseen creature, he didn't want to do it trapped beneath fallen timber.

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Back in town; move action to draw weapon.