Shadow makes it up to the group listening to them he takes off his shirt trying to wipe off as much of that grease as possible, he gets close to the fire and does a shiver.
"Sorry about earlier, things have me a bit on edge. I am Shadowy Vale of the Whispering Forest Clan," his paws fidgeting with the grease covered shirt. "Though most just call me shadow. I was enjoying an evening by the lake after a successful hunt, went to the water to refill my waterskin and seemed to be distracted by my reflection. Now I am here"
Well, after that initial startle with the cat man leaves the system, a much more clearer thinking Rumble uses less ingestion requiring methods to conclude study of the water before pouring out the rest. He turns to the others to deliver the bad news, but stops short seeing Orianna in the light. "Uhhh-..." He stop short to look at the others. Seeing no one particular disturbed by her presence, Rumble just bites his lips, and just... leaves the group gathered by the fire to talk. Meanwhile, he'll try to subtly get Mara's attention with a few waves of his hand, and shake his head to the side while gesturing to the water.
Afterwards, he makes his way over to the trees. At first meaning to take in a rough count of their numbers, their health, and then finally begin breaking off pieces from some of the "healthier" ones. What can't be re-fashioned into make shift-plates or thin bottom bowls he sets aside to figure out later. A task easier said than done in the dim light, but that doesn't stop him! And while the work alone might not be enough to keep him warm, he tries to muscle through it all the same.
Survival: 23
((Also, would I need a Str(athletics) check for breaking off pieces as well?))
Rumble makes his way into the dark dead forest behind the camp. He spends a while searching through the dead trees, looking for anything of use. As he forages for supplies, he comes across a couple of pieces of lumber that don't appear to be as brittle and broken as the rest of the wood, which could suffice as a poor club and a very poor greatclub. While looking at one of the trees, he even finds half a dozen shrivelled berries, which may have a slight bit of moisture still in them. Near the berries there was also a smooth flat stone that looks like it could be used as a plate. With a second stone of suitable size, he could use it for a makeshift grinding implement.
In the meantime at the camp, the group is drying out themselves and their clothes. as Shadow puts his top close to dry off, the grease on it immediately catches fire. Luckily, there is plenty of sand to smother the top in before it becomes too burnt to be wearable, but there is now a large singed hole on the hip of the top. The group mostly manages to dry off themselves and their clothing. They can slowly help each other scrape the grease on one another with a couple of pieces of the lumber.
As Rumble begins to return with his forage in hands (no pouches or pockets to keep the items in), there is a rustling in the sand nearby the camp, as if a breeze lightly blew on the "shoreline" the party is resting on. However, there has been no wind since the group arrived here; something is definitely amiss...
Mara raised her brows in confusion when Rumble tries to get her attention, sighing as she has to leave the warmth of the fire to see what he wanted from her. She shivers but bears with it as she follows after him, hoping that the light from the fire will be enough for her to see with. If it is she makes her way over to Rumble to see just what he has been doing when he moves away from the others. I do not know what is going on but it seems that we are all at least trying to work together for the time being...
She pauses when she hears the strange sound and looks bacl to those that had been around the fire. "That sounds ominous...."
"Yes I heard the sound, woman! I'm no hunter. Why don't you go check it out." Sim mumbled in Dwarvish to his wife.
Dwarvish ^
"Hey, did anyone else hear that? You guys said you were hunters, right? Maybe it was some game animal or something." The Dwarf said to the Tabaxi and Aarakocra.
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Pit of Vipers: Watl Wiggins - Halfling Rogue(10) League of Improbable Adventurers: Alan Quatermain - Human Fighter(3)
Speaking to Leojym, "Fresh drinking water would be suburb right now, Does anyone have a vessel of some sort to help out our Elvin compatriot?"
Turning to speak with Darkwing staring at him slightly wide eyed, "uh nice to meet you.. sorry for staring I've just never met anyone of your species, guessing that squawking was you earlier?
My attention drawn to Mara as she mentions her staff,"Mara Please to meet you, I too have lost my arcane focus, mine is a small ships anchor medallion I wear around my neck, the things you take for granted when wielding magic huh?"it would be beneficial for us both if we gathered any material's along the way that we can find."
Listening to Sims story of near death and his assumption of where we are,"Well Sim, not sure if this situation is better but considering the alternative... you may be the lucky one here. But Under dark huh? if that's true we will need to find some proper equipment"
As Shadow and Darnell finish their introductions, I notice Rumble walking to the trees to seemingly looking about to see if anything is useful.
The noise catches my ear above Darnell's voice, "Wait...Sorry to interrupt but did any of you hear that?" Almost said in unison with Sim.
By the time(If) Mara gets to him, Rumble has already gathered few of the supplies and more than happily passes on the lighter stuff(berries and plate stone). He only pauses in his work at the mention of "We all were set at least set to work together", but with a furrowed brows he silently carries on in the foraging process until satisfied for the time being.
His mood is little better after the fact. But between Mara's words and seeing folk get up and start looking about for something, Rumble puts an added pep to his step on the walk back to the fire. "Oi~, Everything alright?" He asks, throwing out grin that was more uneasy than comforting as originally intended.
Concerned about the movement in the sand, Dark moves away from the group and at an angle from that spot in the sand. “Not sure what that was but I think we need to keep our focus “
The group gets on guard from the swirling pieces of sand, as they begin to form four small imp-like forms, with bat-wings and tails. Each one is about 2-3 feet tall and made entirely of sand as their whispy forms seem to circle around the encampment.
(Rumble, you'll get a chance to pass your greatclub and/or your club to another person before combat begins)
Rumble squints at Dark, but nods and starts passing off weapons. The new poor club he finds is offered freely to Darnell. Though as for the other, he frowns a little before chucking the very poorgreat club over to Orianna saying, "Names Rumble. Can't say I trust ya yet, demoness. But...." He trails off there looking a flustered. But remembering dark's words, he brandishes his own iron club from the beginning and turns away from the fire.
Killian, Seeing some of the group start melee attacks against these Imps, he steadies his sight on one of the Imps that no one is near and has a clear line of sight to. Changing his stance crouching slightly, holding his hands close together as if holding a ball between them. anyone watching takes notice of a slight spark that starts to emit between his hands, and starts to grow as Killian's eyes start to squint and become more focused. the now rolling ball of fire in his hands seems to have reached its maximum size. Killian takes one step towards the Imp and hurls this Fire Bolt at it.
Shadowswings in an act of desperation at the sandy creature in front of him. He falls short of hitting his mark, stumbling to the ground, and falling prone.
Darnell takes a torch, attempting to use it as a makeshift weapon. It's not quite usable in such a way, as when strikes at the sand mephit, the wood crumbles against the side of the creature.
The Sand Mephits let out some unearthly cackle, the grinding sound of sand making an eerie echo in this area.
The first Mephit that Shadow fell in front of heads over and jumps on his back, attempting to dig its sandy claws into his back. Attack vs. Shadow:22 vs. AC. Damage:5 slashing. (Shadow's HP: 5/10)
The second Mephit beside Darnell picks up the remnant of the torch and cackles as it throws it at Darnell. Attack vs. Darnell:10 vs. AC. Damage:1 bludgeoning
The third Mephit lands on the ground as a jet of sand is projected from its feet onto the campfire, snuffing half of the campfire down. The glow of the campfire lessens as its radius goes down to 10 feet of bright light, then 10 feet of dim light beyond that.
The fourth Mephit jumps onto Darkwing's shoulder, attempting to dig its hands into his face. Attack vs. Darkwing:21 vs. AC. Damage:2 slashing (Darkwing's HP: 7/9)
Darkwingthen pulls the fourth mephit off of his shoulder and pummels it with a quick succession of punches. The mephit sprays sand outward as its body barely keeps together (Mephit 4: 14 damage taken).
Killiana little taken aback hastily attempts to call a fire bolt. However he only then realises that some of the flammable grease is still over his hands. He must succeed on a DC 10 Constitution saving throw, taking 4 fire damage on a failure or half as much on a successful one as his hands combust into flame. The mephits shriek at the sudden appearance of the fire, obviously disturbed by it.
Still to go this round: Leojym, Mara, Orianna, Rumble, Simmeat
This post has potentially manipulated dice roll results.
:::posting ahead as I will not he available until later:::
Killian, after realizing his hands are actually on fire, takes a knee crouching down and snuffs the flames out in the sand, in the chaos of what just happened he pulls some fortitude together and uses his [ability]tides of chaos[/ability] to aid in lessening the damage to himself.
1st roll Con saving throw 23
2nd roll Con saving throw 18
Killian is now crouching on one knee both hands in the sand.
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Onyx Greyscale Lv3 - Human Ranger - Hanging out at The Rest in the Quest
Fiven - Wood Elf Monk 3 / Rogue 2 - Private Campaign - Seeking a new adventure
Rokas Lv7 - Wood Elf Rogue - D&D Origins @ Local Game Store, Hex & CO, NYC
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Shadow makes it up to the group listening to them he takes off his shirt trying to wipe off as much of that grease as possible, he gets close to the fire and does a shiver.
"Sorry about earlier, things have me a bit on edge. I am Shadowy Vale of the Whispering Forest Clan," his paws fidgeting with the grease covered shirt. "Though most just call me shadow. I was enjoying an evening by the lake after a successful hunt, went to the water to refill my waterskin and seemed to be distracted by my reflection. Now I am here"
Darnell warms his hands at the fire.
"I'm Darnell Fidditch," he says.
"I live near Green Hollow. I was hunting a deer when I looked in Old...er, a creek, saw myself, and woke up here!"
And that's all I have to say about that.
Well, after that initial startle with the cat man leaves the system, a much more clearer thinking Rumble uses less ingestion requiring methods to conclude study of the water before pouring out the rest. He turns to the others to deliver the bad news, but stops short seeing Orianna in the light. "Uhhh-..." He stop short to look at the others. Seeing no one particular disturbed by her presence, Rumble just bites his lips, and just... leaves the group gathered by the fire to talk. Meanwhile, he'll try to subtly get Mara's attention with a few waves of his hand, and shake his head to the side while gesturing to the water.
Afterwards, he makes his way over to the trees. At first meaning to take in a rough count of their numbers, their health, and then finally begin breaking off pieces from some of the "healthier" ones. What can't be re-fashioned into make shift-plates or thin bottom bowls he sets aside to figure out later. A task easier said than done in the dim light, but that doesn't stop him! And while the work alone might not be enough to keep him warm, he tries to muscle through it all the same.
Survival: 23
((Also, would I need a Str(athletics) check for breaking off pieces as well?))
When you realize you're doing too much: Signature.
Rumble makes his way into the dark dead forest behind the camp. He spends a while searching through the dead trees, looking for anything of use. As he forages for supplies, he comes across a couple of pieces of lumber that don't appear to be as brittle and broken as the rest of the wood, which could suffice as a poor club and a very poor greatclub. While looking at one of the trees, he even finds half a dozen shrivelled berries, which may have a slight bit of moisture still in them. Near the berries there was also a smooth flat stone that looks like it could be used as a plate. With a second stone of suitable size, he could use it for a makeshift grinding implement.
In the meantime at the camp, the group is drying out themselves and their clothes. as Shadow puts his top close to dry off, the grease on it immediately catches fire. Luckily, there is plenty of sand to smother the top in before it becomes too burnt to be wearable, but there is now a large singed hole on the hip of the top. The group mostly manages to dry off themselves and their clothing. They can slowly help each other scrape the grease on one another with a couple of pieces of the lumber.
As Rumble begins to return with his forage in hands (no pouches or pockets to keep the items in), there is a rustling in the sand nearby the camp, as if a breeze lightly blew on the "shoreline" the party is resting on. However, there has been no wind since the group arrived here; something is definitely amiss...
Current Player In: The Guild as Elsara Deepmoon
Mara raised her brows in confusion when Rumble tries to get her attention, sighing as she has to leave the warmth of the fire to see what he wanted from her. She shivers but bears with it as she follows after him, hoping that the light from the fire will be enough for her to see with. If it is she makes her way over to Rumble to see just what he has been doing when he moves away from the others. I do not know what is going on but it seems that we are all at least trying to work together for the time being...
She pauses when she hears the strange sound and looks bacl to those that had been around the fire. "That sounds ominous...."
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Kayassa Level 3 | Satyr | Warlock (Cleath13's LMoP)
Bertolt Silentlash Level 3 | Variant Human | Bard (Our Little Lives Kept in Equipoise: Death House)
Daerthe Narcion Level 4 | Drow | Rogue (Karmoli's Great Upheaval)
Darnell frowns, and starts glancing around for the source of this "breeze."
Perception: 14
And that's all I have to say about that.
"Yes I heard the sound, woman! I'm no hunter. Why don't you go check it out." Sim mumbled in Dwarvish to his wife.
Dwarvish ^
"Hey, did anyone else hear that? You guys said you were hunters, right? Maybe it was some game animal or something." The Dwarf said to the Tabaxi and Aarakocra.
Pit of Vipers: Watl Wiggins - Halfling Rogue(10)
League of Improbable Adventurers: Alan Quatermain - Human Fighter(3)
Smoke nods to Simmeat, he starts moving stealthily towards the direction of the sound, his claws out prepared to pounce.
Stealth 8
Perception 22
Speaking to Leojym, "Fresh drinking water would be suburb right now, Does anyone have a vessel of some sort to help out our Elvin compatriot?"
Turning to speak with Darkwing staring at him slightly wide eyed, "uh nice to meet you.. sorry for staring I've just never met anyone of your species, guessing that squawking was you earlier?
My attention drawn to Mara as she mentions her staff,"Mara Please to meet you, I too have lost my arcane focus, mine is a small ships anchor medallion I wear around my neck, the things you take for granted when wielding magic huh?"it would be beneficial for us both if we gathered any material's along the way that we can find."
Listening to Sims story of near death and his assumption of where we are,"Well Sim, not sure if this situation is better but considering the alternative... you may be the lucky one here. But Under dark huh? if that's true we will need to find some proper equipment"
As Shadow and Darnell finish their introductions, I notice Rumble walking to the trees to seemingly looking about to see if anything is useful.
The noise catches my ear above Darnell's voice, "Wait...Sorry to interrupt but did any of you hear that?" Almost said in unison with Sim.
Perception Check 14
Killian Greycastle Lv3 - Human Wild Magic Sorcerer - Lost In The Endless Tower, DM Pokepaladdy
Onyx Greyscale Lv3 - Human Ranger - Hanging out at The Rest in the Quest
Fiven - Wood Elf Monk 3 / Rogue 2 - Private Campaign - Seeking a new adventure
Rokas Lv7 - Wood Elf Rogue - D&D Origins @ Local Game Store, Hex & CO, NYC
By the time(If) Mara gets to him, Rumble has already gathered few of the supplies and more than happily passes on the lighter stuff(berries and plate stone). He only pauses in his work at the mention of "We all were set at least set to work together", but with a furrowed brows he silently carries on in the foraging process until satisfied for the time being.
His mood is little better after the fact. But between Mara's words and seeing folk get up and start looking about for something, Rumble puts an added pep to his step on the walk back to the fire. "Oi~, Everything alright?" He asks, throwing out grin that was more uneasy than comforting as originally intended.
When you realize you're doing too much: Signature.
Concerned about the movement in the sand, Dark moves away from the group and at an angle from that spot in the sand. “Not sure what that was but I think we need to keep our focus “
Perception check 20
DM - New World (LMP), Shield of Bahamut
Darkwing Skyyykiller-Aarakocra Monk- Lost in the Endless Tower
Kabarr Caldera- Fire Genasi- Fighter - Cold Cash
Talley Tafoia-Genasi Cleric-Rising of the Accursed Dragon
The group gets on guard from the swirling pieces of sand, as they begin to form four small imp-like forms, with bat-wings and tails. Each one is about 2-3 feet tall and made entirely of sand as their whispy forms seem to circle around the encampment.
(Rumble, you'll get a chance to pass your greatclub and/or your club to another person before combat begins)
Rolling Initiative!
Sand Mephits: 15
Darkwing: 14
Darnell: 16
Killian: 7
Leojym: 7
Mara: 11
Orianna: 12
Rumble: 4
Shadow: 21
Simmeat: 11
Current Player In: The Guild as Elsara Deepmoon
Initiative Tracker: Turn 1
Darnell / Shadow
Sand Mephits
Darkwing / Killian / Leojym / Mara / Orianna / Rumble / Simmeat
Current Player In: The Guild as Elsara Deepmoon
(Well in that case...)
Rumble squints at Dark, but nods and starts passing off weapons. The new poor club he finds is offered freely to Darnell. Though as for the other, he frowns a little before chucking the very poor great club over to Orianna saying, "Names Rumble. Can't say I trust ya yet, demoness. But...." He trails off there looking a flustered. But remembering dark's words, he brandishes his own iron club from the beginning and turns away from the fire.
When you realize you're doing too much: Signature.
Shadow really missing his bow right now closes in on the nearest mephit swinging with one of his claws.
Attack 3
Damage 2
Dark attacks the closest sand mephit with unarmed strike and martial arts bonus attack.
unarmed strike 1 Attack: 14 Damage: 7
second strike Attack: 13 Damage: 7
DM - New World (LMP), Shield of Bahamut
Darkwing Skyyykiller-Aarakocra Monk- Lost in the Endless Tower
Kabarr Caldera- Fire Genasi- Fighter - Cold Cash
Talley Tafoia-Genasi Cleric-Rising of the Accursed Dragon
This post is only if a pointy torch can function like a dagger:
Darnell runs over to the same Memphit and stabs at it with the pointy end of his torch.
Attack: 9 Damage: 11
If not, Darnell will do the same, only swinging at it with the club, making those rolls only 4 and 4... :(
And that's all I have to say about that.
Killian, Seeing some of the group start melee attacks against these Imps, he steadies his sight on one of the Imps that no one is near and has a clear line of sight to. Changing his stance crouching slightly, holding his hands close together as if holding a ball between them. anyone watching takes notice of a slight spark that starts to emit between his hands, and starts to grow as Killian's eyes start to squint and become more focused. the now rolling ball of fire in his hands seems to have reached its maximum size. Killian takes one step towards the Imp and hurls this Fire Bolt at it.
Spell attack roll 5 Ouch Critical Fail
fire damage 9
Killian Greycastle Lv3 - Human Wild Magic Sorcerer - Lost In The Endless Tower, DM Pokepaladdy
Onyx Greyscale Lv3 - Human Ranger - Hanging out at The Rest in the Quest
Fiven - Wood Elf Monk 3 / Rogue 2 - Private Campaign - Seeking a new adventure
Rokas Lv7 - Wood Elf Rogue - D&D Origins @ Local Game Store, Hex & CO, NYC
Shadow swings in an act of desperation at the sandy creature in front of him. He falls short of hitting his mark, stumbling to the ground, and falling prone.
Darnell takes a torch, attempting to use it as a makeshift weapon. It's not quite usable in such a way, as when strikes at the sand mephit, the wood crumbles against the side of the creature.
The Sand Mephits let out some unearthly cackle, the grinding sound of sand making an eerie echo in this area.
The first Mephit that Shadow fell in front of heads over and jumps on his back, attempting to dig its sandy claws into his back.
Attack vs. Shadow: 22 vs. AC. Damage: 5 slashing. (Shadow's HP: 5/10)
The second Mephit beside Darnell picks up the remnant of the torch and cackles as it throws it at Darnell.
Attack vs. Darnell: 10 vs. AC. Damage: 1 bludgeoning
The third Mephit lands on the ground as a jet of sand is projected from its feet onto the campfire, snuffing half of the campfire down. The glow of the campfire lessens as its radius goes down to 10 feet of bright light, then 10 feet of dim light beyond that.
The fourth Mephit jumps onto Darkwing's shoulder, attempting to dig its hands into his face.
Attack vs. Darkwing: 21 vs. AC. Damage: 2 slashing (Darkwing's HP: 7/9)
Darkwing then pulls the fourth mephit off of his shoulder and pummels it with a quick succession of punches. The mephit sprays sand outward as its body barely keeps together (Mephit 4: 14 damage taken).
Killian a little taken aback hastily attempts to call a fire bolt. However he only then realises that some of the flammable grease is still over his hands. He must succeed on a DC 10 Constitution saving throw, taking 4 fire damage on a failure or half as much on a successful one as his hands combust into flame. The mephits shriek at the sudden appearance of the fire, obviously disturbed by it.
Still to go this round: Leojym, Mara, Orianna, Rumble, Simmeat
Current Player In: The Guild as Elsara Deepmoon
:::posting ahead as I will not he available until later:::
Killian, after realizing his hands are actually on fire, takes a knee crouching down and snuffs the flames out in the sand, in the chaos of what just happened he pulls some fortitude together and uses his [ability]tides of chaos[/ability] to aid in lessening the damage to himself.
1st roll Con saving throw 23
2nd roll Con saving throw 18
Killian is now crouching on one knee both hands in the sand.
Killian Greycastle Lv3 - Human Wild Magic Sorcerer - Lost In The Endless Tower, DM Pokepaladdy
Onyx Greyscale Lv3 - Human Ranger - Hanging out at The Rest in the Quest
Fiven - Wood Elf Monk 3 / Rogue 2 - Private Campaign - Seeking a new adventure
Rokas Lv7 - Wood Elf Rogue - D&D Origins @ Local Game Store, Hex & CO, NYC