I don't have much, just a "Boo" in the wolves head (assuming it has a language of some sort from its talking) followed by an eldritch lick. Attack: 15 Damage: 3
The wolf doesn't even flinch at the psychic assault. Possibly because Boo doesn't start with an R and everyone knows dogs and wolves only speak in words starting with R. The physical assault goes better, as Iradon slurps at the mangey menace. He tastes of pine needles and musk and PAIN! But though now dripping with umbral dribble, he yet stands.
Re Rack Rnight rooks rover rat re rafling rand rays, "Ro, ro, ro, ru rot rit rall rong, rike riss..." rand ren re rhouts, "RONE RALL RASS!" roping ro rare re rolf rinto rubmission.
[Oh, and then he remembers that he's a Paladin, has a little healing juice, and runs over to Burt to Touch Burt, but no not there, to unhitch his giddy-up with about 5 more giddy's than he previously had.]
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Burt, still feeling mildly uncomfortable in the place he was touched, has a sudden burst of repressed memories of ol' Uncle Dan, but not having the time, money, inclination, or the benefit of the science of psychiatry being invented yet to devote the countless hours of therapy needed to really deal with them, quickly pushes them back down into the deep, dark Burthole that holds those types of memories and about 7 1/2 STDs. He simply says, Ranks ra rot, ruddy. Then he attempts to kill that last wolf with an accidentally graceful flourish of his sword. And rapier.
Attack: 25 Damage: 12
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The wolf looks shocked, as he was pretty sure that rolling the death save *was* Burt's turn, but as he opens his mouth to object the tip of the rapier goes straight through his soft palate, bursting out of the top of his skull with his medulla oblongata skewered on the end of it. Unable to feel the furious outrage the situation demands, he sinks to the floor content.
But you said Burt was up Greg thinks to his original creator, who saddled him with the most pretentious of all weapons and then gave his chance to kill something with it away to a guy who - handsome, charismatic, super cool and super bad though he may be - shouldn't have got a turn yet. I could attack the wolf and say I was first he muses, but odds are I'd get an actual good roll when it doesn't matter
So he'll rush into the house and see if there is anything else to glaive before his rage fades
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Burt don't need no initiative. Burt kills what he wants to kill whenever he wants to kill it. Now, let's go see this lady halfling. I don't think she has enough kids.
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The wolf doesn't even flinch at the psychic assault. Possibly because Boo doesn't start with an R and everyone knows dogs and wolves only speak in words starting with R. The physical assault goes better, as Iradon slurps at the mangey menace. He tastes of pine needles and musk and PAIN! But though now dripping with umbral dribble, he yet stands.
Hey! My telapthy auto translates. I don't need to share a language for it to understand me.
I should point out - conflating the Wolf's misunderstanding of the initiative order with me making a mistake is just foolish. I was merely making an hilarious joke. I definitely didn't **** up. Similarly, I definitely remembered that the GOO telepathy specifically does not require a shared language but the target does need to speak a language so you cannot communicate with most beasts this way. Is that inconsistent with the wolves clearly being able to speak Scoobynese? Uh.... Oh my stars look out - PLAGUE OF BOILS!
Now look, I'm not going to let you do this every time but you know what, this farmstead has it coming - you want to smash the place up to keep your rage going, be my guest : Let slip the wheelchair horseperson of war! But there may be consequences if you're going full on berserk....
As Greg thunders into the house, he is beset upon all sides by foes - a china filled cupboard, a table, some knocked over chairs, the remains of some wolf-chewed meat on the floor. All must be smoten!
On the roof the Halfling woman is staring off at the woods to your right, as if looking for something. The child clinging to her leg just gurgles.
Burt, approaching the house with a view to insemination, finds a ladder that's been knocked over.
Iradon, who's standing out front questioning the very nature of his power instead of getting on with his shit, does not :D (but feel free to wander over, it's a ladder - if you're passive perception is a number you'll probably notice it.)
Burt heroically rights the ladder, and then climbs up to the midg...uh....little person, and poses once he gets to the top. Well, hello there, literal little lady. I came to kill wolves and bed women. And the wolves are allllll dead.
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Stumpy sighs, unable to work up anger at innocent inanimate objects. He's not a bull in a china shop, he's kind of a horse. Much more subtle. Thoughts of happy meadows flow in as his rage fades. Maybe the kids want a ride while their mom is busy? Maybe they know of Qwest Mebbe or Bloody Treasure nearby?
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Iradon looks at the halfling woman from a distance, wondering why he chose a gith woman. But too late for that now. Instead he looks towards where the woman is looking to see what is there. Maybe a sunrise? But most likely a tree
The Black Knight walks over to the ladder, decides that may not be for him given his current hamminess and instead looks around for clues to help find a spot of ale, ermm, solve the qwest.
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The Black Knight walks over to the ladder, decides that may not be for him given his current hamminess and instead looks around for clues to help find a spot of ale, ermm, solve the qwest.
As a seasoned guarder of roads, the Black Knight would know he hasn't walked far enough off the road to have reached the marker from the town's map, but that by leaving the road to approach the farmstead they're closer to the X on that map than they are to the one on the ketchup map. But unless you're trying to read the entrails of the wolves I'm not sure what other clues you're looking for?
Iradon looks at the halfling woman from a distance, wondering why he chose a gith woman. But too late for that now. Instead he looks towards where the woman is looking to see what is there. Maybe a sunrise? But most likely a tree
The heart wants what the heart wants, Iradon. To question the vagaries of love is to as the river why it runs or the child why it hits the bucket on it's brother's head with a hammer. It doesn't know, it only knows that it must.
You follow the Halflette's gaze, down from the roof, across wolf-gore-splattered meadow and towards the treeline but see nothing of interest. Feel free to roll Perception if there's something specific you want to look at or Investigation if you know exactly what you're looking at but I'll tell you now that I can't think of anything off the top of my head :D
Stumpy sighs, unable to work up anger at innocent inanimate objects. He's not a bull in a china shop, he's kind of a horse. Much more subtle. Thoughts of happy meadows flow in as his rage fades. Maybe the kids want a ride while their mom is busy? Maybe they know of Qwest Mebbe or Bloody Treasure nearby?
The house is empty of friend or foe, other than the furniture and ruined meal. When the mother gets down off the roof you can ask the child on her leg if it wants a ride, but based on the humble insides of the farmstead you don't anticipate they can afford to pay.
Burt heroically rights the ladder, and then climbs up to the midg...uh....little person, and poses once he gets to the top. Well, hello there, literal little lady. I came to kill wolves and bed women. And the wolves are allllll dead.
Burt's head poking up over the gable startles the halfling woman - she tries to giggle coquettishly at his rugged quip but in her heightened state of anxiety it comes out like the sound of a flamingo choking on a shrimp. Google it, I'm not going to onomatopoeise it for you.
"Sir, what kind of woman do you think I am?" - her eyes make hard flicks down to the child at her feet to indicate she'd rather her offspring don't find out, while her tongue dances in and out of her mouth in slow complicated twists and darting flicks to let you know exactly what kind of woman she is. "But that was so brave. You saved us! How can we ever thank you? I'm sure I'll find a way; Come - you must join us for lunch. We don't have much, the wolves took our meat but we have bread, cheese, grain, your friends are welcome to partake, and I'm sure I can find a bean you can put in your mouth."
She scrambles down the ladder and dashes inside, trying to fix her hair as she goes, setting out food on the table while trying to clear up the mess on the floor. Greg being inside would notice that she's hiding the food on the ground for later appraisal rather than disposing of it. With her guests are provisioned she pries the child off her leg, placing it on a bale of hay in front of a wall painting of a colourful rabbit and then starts looking around distractedly while trying to loosen the knot on her chemise with one hand.
You're all welcome to take a Short Rest here, chomping down the meagre vittles that she's scraped together. Sure, that might mean they starve at the end of the month but if you look at it the other way, if you'd not come by they wouldn't have lasted till the end of the day. Fair's fair!
Thank you ma'am, Greg is satisfied with the meal, being mostly a herbivore anyway. Then he'll go and dress the wolf carcasses - the two that weren't blown up ought to be good eating, for the desperate halfling family anyway. They don't need to starve. I mean dress like cut the skin off and guts out - more like undress, really, why does language work that way? Not putting them in pretty dresses and playing tea party. C'mon kids, help me turn the wolfs into food. Greg means to help out, exactly so the tykes don't have to know what kind of woman their mom is - and he has no need to see Burt in action either. If butchery isn't their jam, free rides. Remember when movies had the decency to pan over to the fireplace at times like these? Plus he'll see what the kids know about strange goings on, where the big X is, dangers around here and suchlike.
A short healing die will of course heal all my damage 14
And, I don't know, how about Perception to pry info from the tots 10
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Burt walks out of the back room, tucking his shirt back in, Hey, that's one better than average there, little lady.
Before she passes out, Sayra (that's her name by the way, performance 11 has perks like remembering the right name to grunt) groans "I may be but a halfling.... you made me whole!"
It's up to you how much effort you put into that, but bear in mind that to qualify as a Short Rest you should be aiming towards "not too strenuous" - narritively it makes little difference, mostly because I wasn't watching so I can't narrate it, but Sayra got what she wanted either way so why cheat yourself out of a healing die roll?
Thank you ma'am, Greg is satisfied with the meal, being mostly a herbivore anyway. Then he'll go and dress the wolf carcasses - the two that weren't blown up ought to be good eating, for the desperate halfling family anyway. They don't need to starve. I mean dress like cut the skin off and guts out - more like undress, really, why does language work that way? Not putting them in pretty dresses and playing tea party. C'mon kids, help me turn the wolfs into food. Greg means to help out, exactly so the tykes don't have to know what kind of woman their mom is - and he has no need to see Burt in action either. If butchery isn't their jam, free rides. Remember when movies had the decency to pan over to the fireplace at times like these? Plus he'll see what the kids know about strange goings on, where the big X is, dangers around here and suchlike.
A short healing die will of course heal all my damage 14
And, I don't know, how about Perception to pry info from the tots 10
While you clomp around the yard, little Rilkin - who's not a great source of information, being 3 - just giggles a bit, though eventually he stops laughing and starts shouting "Hob! Hob!". You don't learn a lot from him but you do get a little bit of exercise.
Eventually Sayra staggers into the main room and starts prepping her brining bucket to cure all the wolf meat. She sticks her head out the door to thank Greg - verbally only, you perv! - for his sterling work, looking around a little distractedly again at him carrying Rilkin around, then proceeds with trimming fat.
It's around about this time that Greg, with his reasonable perception roll, nearly steps in a dent in the yard outside - he remembers landing at exactly this spot when he leaped up and caught Rilkin's older brother who got thrown off the roof. Good times.
It did indeed! But then he toddled off in a subsequent post and no one gave a shit because they were trying to get a free go on his mum / meal! Not all wolves wear fur!
I don't have much, just a "Boo" in the wolves head (assuming it has a language of some sort from its talking) followed by an eldritch lick. Attack: 15 Damage: 3
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The wolf doesn't even flinch at the psychic assault. Possibly because Boo doesn't start with an R and everyone knows dogs and wolves only speak in words starting with R. The physical assault goes better, as Iradon slurps at the mangey menace. He tastes of pine needles and musk and PAIN! But though now dripping with umbral dribble, he yet stands.
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Re Rack Rnight rooks rover rat re rafling rand rays, "Ro, ro, ro, ru rot rit rall rong, rike riss..." rand ren re rhouts, "RONE RALL RASS!" roping ro rare re rolf rinto rubmission.
[Oh, and then he remembers that he's a Paladin, has a little healing juice, and runs over to Burt to Touch Burt, but no not there, to unhitch his giddy-up with about 5 more giddy's than he previously had.]
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Burt, still feeling mildly uncomfortable in the place he was touched, has a sudden burst of repressed memories of ol' Uncle Dan, but not having the time, money, inclination, or the benefit of the science of psychiatry being invented yet to devote the countless hours of therapy needed to really deal with them, quickly pushes them back down into the deep, dark Burthole that holds those types of memories and about 7 1/2 STDs. He simply says, Ranks ra rot, ruddy. Then he attempts to kill that last wolf with an accidentally graceful flourish of his sword. And rapier.
Attack: 25 Damage: 12
Back and ready to DM and chew bubblegum. And I'm alllll outta bubblegum.
The wolf looks shocked, as he was pretty sure that rolling the death save *was* Burt's turn, but as he opens his mouth to object the tip of the rapier goes straight through his soft palate, bursting out of the top of his skull with his medulla oblongata skewered on the end of it. Unable to feel the furious outrage the situation demands, he sinks to the floor content.
Up on the roof, the halfling lady applauds.
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But you said Burt was up Greg thinks to his original creator, who saddled him with the most pretentious of all weapons and then gave his chance to kill something with it away to a guy who - handsome, charismatic, super cool and super bad though he may be - shouldn't have got a turn yet. I could attack the wolf and say I was first he muses, but odds are I'd get an actual good roll when it doesn't matter
So he'll rush into the house and see if there is anything else to glaive before his rage fades
Galanodel Deacon Tosh - Less-than-Half-Elf Bard - & - Flitterbug - Pixie Sorceress : Meanwhile in the Westwoods
Amadow 'Tug' Rioux - Human Psionic Palooka : Revenge Heist - - - Gofer Bayut - Bugbear Paladin Messenger : Shrouded Sky
Burt don't need no initiative. Burt kills what he wants to kill whenever he wants to kill it. Now, let's go see this lady halfling. I don't think she has enough kids.
Back and ready to DM and chew bubblegum. And I'm alllll outta bubblegum.
Hey! My telapthy auto translates. I don't need to share a language for it to understand me.
After joining more my signature got out of hand so I am now a proud member of the extended signature club!! :)
I should point out - conflating the Wolf's misunderstanding of the initiative order with me making a mistake is just foolish. I was merely making an hilarious joke. I definitely didn't **** up. Similarly, I definitely remembered that the GOO telepathy specifically does not require a shared language but the target does need to speak a language so you cannot communicate with most beasts this way. Is that inconsistent with the wolves clearly being able to speak Scoobynese? Uh.... Oh my stars look out - PLAGUE OF BOILS!
Now look, I'm not going to let you do this every time but you know what, this farmstead has it coming - you want to smash the place up to keep your rage going, be my guest : Let slip the wheelchair horseperson of war! But there may be consequences if you're going full on berserk....
As Greg thunders into the house, he is beset upon all sides by foes - a china filled cupboard, a table, some knocked over chairs, the remains of some wolf-chewed meat on the floor. All must be smoten!
On the roof the Halfling woman is staring off at the woods to your right, as if looking for something. The child clinging to her leg just gurgles.
Burt, approaching the house with a view to insemination, finds a ladder that's been knocked over.
Iradon, who's standing out front questioning the very nature of his power instead of getting on with his shit, does not :D (but feel free to wander over, it's a ladder - if you're passive perception is a number you'll probably notice it.)
Strix, Shifter Shadow Monk in Lost Mines of Phandelver ¦ Sihegiall Human Soulknife Rogue in In Search of Molly McGuffin
Burt heroically rights the ladder, and then climbs up to the midg...uh....little person, and poses once he gets to the top. Well, hello there, literal little lady. I came to kill wolves and bed women. And the wolves are allllll dead.
Back and ready to DM and chew bubblegum. And I'm alllll outta bubblegum.
Stumpy sighs, unable to work up anger at innocent inanimate objects. He's not a bull in a china shop, he's kind of a horse. Much more subtle. Thoughts of happy meadows flow in as his rage fades. Maybe the kids want a ride while their mom is busy? Maybe they know of Qwest Mebbe or Bloody Treasure nearby?
Galanodel Deacon Tosh - Less-than-Half-Elf Bard - & - Flitterbug - Pixie Sorceress : Meanwhile in the Westwoods
Amadow 'Tug' Rioux - Human Psionic Palooka : Revenge Heist - - - Gofer Bayut - Bugbear Paladin Messenger : Shrouded Sky
Iradon looks at the halfling woman from a distance, wondering why he chose a gith woman. But too late for that now. Instead he looks towards where the woman is looking to see what is there. Maybe a sunrise? But most likely a tree
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The Black Knight walks over to the ladder, decides that may not be for him given his current hamminess and instead looks around for clues to help
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As a seasoned guarder of roads, the Black Knight would know he hasn't walked far enough off the road to have reached the marker from the town's map, but that by leaving the road to approach the farmstead they're closer to the X on that map than they are to the one on the ketchup map. But unless you're trying to read the entrails of the wolves I'm not sure what other clues you're looking for?
The heart wants what the heart wants, Iradon. To question the vagaries of love is to as the river why it runs or the child why it hits the bucket on it's brother's head with a hammer. It doesn't know, it only knows that it must.
You follow the Halflette's gaze, down from the roof, across wolf-gore-splattered meadow and towards the treeline but see nothing of interest. Feel free to roll Perception if there's something specific you want to look at or Investigation if you know exactly what you're looking at but I'll tell you now that I can't think of anything off the top of my head :D
The house is empty of friend or foe, other than the furniture and ruined meal. When the mother gets down off the roof you can ask the child on her leg if it wants a ride, but based on the humble insides of the farmstead you don't anticipate they can afford to pay.
Burt's head poking up over the gable startles the halfling woman - she tries to giggle coquettishly at his rugged quip but in her heightened state of anxiety it comes out like the sound of a flamingo choking on a shrimp. Google it, I'm not going to onomatopoeise it for you.
"Sir, what kind of woman do you think I am?" - her eyes make hard flicks down to the child at her feet to indicate she'd rather her offspring don't find out, while her tongue dances in and out of her mouth in slow complicated twists and darting flicks to let you know exactly what kind of woman she is. "But that was so brave. You saved us! How can we ever thank you? I'm sure I'll find a way; Come - you must join us for lunch. We don't have much, the wolves took our meat but we have bread, cheese, grain, your friends are welcome to partake, and I'm sure I can find a bean you can put in your mouth."
She scrambles down the ladder and dashes inside, trying to fix her hair as she goes, setting out food on the table while trying to clear up the mess on the floor. Greg being inside would notice that she's hiding the food on the ground for later appraisal rather than disposing of it. With her guests are provisioned she pries the child off her leg, placing it on a bale of hay in front of a wall painting of a colourful rabbit and then starts looking around distractedly while trying to loosen the knot on her chemise with one hand.
You're all welcome to take a Short Rest here, chomping down the meagre vittles that she's scraped together. Sure, that might mean they starve at the end of the month but if you look at it the other way, if you'd not come by they wouldn't have lasted till the end of the day. Fair's fair!
Strix, Shifter Shadow Monk in Lost Mines of Phandelver ¦ Sihegiall Human Soulknife Rogue in In Search of Molly McGuffin
Thank you ma'am, Greg is satisfied with the meal, being mostly a herbivore anyway. Then he'll go and dress the wolf carcasses - the two that weren't blown up ought to be good eating, for the desperate halfling family anyway. They don't need to starve. I mean dress like cut the skin off and guts out - more like undress, really, why does language work that way? Not putting them in pretty dresses and playing tea party. C'mon kids, help me turn the wolfs into food. Greg means to help out, exactly so the tykes don't have to know what kind of woman their mom is - and he has no need to see Burt in action either. If butchery isn't their jam, free rides. Remember when movies had the decency to pan over to the fireplace at times like these? Plus he'll see what the kids know about strange goings on, where the big X is, dangers around here and suchlike.
A short healing die will of course heal all my damage 14
And, I don't know, how about Perception to pry info from the tots 10
Galanodel Deacon Tosh - Less-than-Half-Elf Bard - & - Flitterbug - Pixie Sorceress : Meanwhile in the Westwoods
Amadow 'Tug' Rioux - Human Psionic Palooka : Revenge Heist - - - Gofer Bayut - Bugbear Paladin Messenger : Shrouded Sky
performance 12
Burt walks out of the back room, tucking his shirt back in, Hey, that's one better than average there, little lady.
Back and ready to DM and chew bubblegum. And I'm alllll outta bubblegum.
Before she passes out, Sayra (that's her name by the way, performance 11 has perks like remembering the right name to grunt) groans "I may be but a halfling.... you made me whole!"
It's up to you how much effort you put into that, but bear in mind that to qualify as a Short Rest you should be aiming towards "not too strenuous" - narritively it makes little difference, mostly because I wasn't watching so I can't narrate it, but Sayra got what she wanted either way so why cheat yourself out of a healing die roll?
While you clomp around the yard, little Rilkin - who's not a great source of information, being 3 - just giggles a bit, though eventually he stops laughing and starts shouting "Hob! Hob!". You don't learn a lot from him but you do get a little bit of exercise.
Eventually Sayra staggers into the main room and starts prepping her brining bucket to cure all the wolf meat. She sticks her head out the door to thank Greg - verbally only, you perv! - for his sterling work, looking around a little distractedly again at him carrying Rilkin around, then proceeds with trimming fat.
It's around about this time that Greg, with his reasonable perception roll, nearly steps in a dent in the yard outside - he remembers landing at exactly this spot when he leaped up and caught Rilkin's older brother who got thrown off the roof. Good times.
Strix, Shifter Shadow Monk in Lost Mines of Phandelver ¦ Sihegiall Human Soulknife Rogue in In Search of Molly McGuffin
We'll say I put in just enough effort to not be too strenuous. And so: 7
Strenuous enough, apparently
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So where is the older and probably more useful brother? The extremely useful green tactical map had (LH) right by (G) as (b) dispatched (W3)
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It did indeed! But then he toddled off in a subsequent post and no one gave a shit because they were trying to get a free go on his mum / meal! Not all wolves wear fur!
Strix, Shifter Shadow Monk in Lost Mines of Phandelver ¦ Sihegiall Human Soulknife Rogue in In Search of Molly McGuffin