Sora takes deep breaths as she looks around making sure there are no more threats. She grabs at where her wounds are still tender once she's sure the party is safe for now before looking over to Moira.
"Yeah, no problem. Wasn't about to let these shit heads kill anyone if I could prevent it. But I'd say Witt had more to do with life saving than anyone else." Listening to them discussing the next step she makes sure to add her thoughts. "I don't have spells to worry about so I may be out of the loop on this, but I'd say we push forward. You saw how they acted in response to their leader's orders, and she didn't look like she was open to reason. Plus I think there's someone else pulling her strings on top of that. I don't think these guys are gonna stop their raids anytime soon unless we find the real person in charge and force them to stop."
You're all very welcome, of course,says Witt distractedly as he dabs at his own wounds and fiddles with the scratches and tears in his armour. It's such a shame - a terrible leader, getting her own people killed but running off. It's truly shameful, actually. He looks sadly at the slain bullywugs. Sora is right, we should follow, but we may need to heal up first.
(Should we take a short rest? If we decide we can't wait one hour, Witt can cast Prayer of Healing in ten minutes; he may even (depending on DM's ruling) be able to cast it as they walk.)
Nemeia does her best to cover her wounds. This adventuring life was proving more dangerous than her workshop days. "I'm so glad you are all here. I'm not sure 9 and I would be able to deal with as many enemies as there are out here."
Are you all right? Witt asks Nemeia; do you need any healing? I'm glad we're here too; it's such a shame the bullywugs want to fight us, but that's just something we have to accept. We can't let them keep threatening the townsfolk.
Uncertain of the next step, Witt makes a move to leave the small bullywug settlement, then reconsiders. He looks at some of the homes, where some of the less combat-ready bullywugs have taken shelter. Hello? Please, we really don't want to fight. Can you help us understand why you attacked the town?
Nemeia looks herself over and finds minor wounds but nothing too serious. "I think I'm okay. A little rest would certainly help but I don't know that we have the time." She pauses for a moment. "What do you think they're feeding??," she asks nervously.
Any of the remaining bullywugs that might be hiding in the tents around you refuse to show themselves. Either they don't understand what you are saying, or have no interest risking their lives. Likely a combination of the two. The direction of the leader that had spoken previous went off to is on the far side of this encampment, deeper into the swamp.
"I think there's only one way to find out." Sora says in a determined tone as she cleans the blood off her swords before starting to walk in the direction that the bullywug leader ran off to.
9 groans as she lifts herself up from the ground, making sure non of her wounds leak. She makes sure her shortbow is working properly, before adjusting her shield and whip and moving after Sora and Moira.
The party pushes through the Bullywug camp and deeper into the swamp. They find an obvious trail where the bullywugs passed often, leading them in the direction of where the leader walked to.
Stealth checks for anyone trying to sneak up to the next encounter
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Nemeia attempts to keep a safe distance behind the others as they sneak forward. She never felt especially sneaky herself and her armor didn't exactly help her out in this mucky swamp.
The party progressed determined through the swamp, trying to stay undetected as they followed along the Bullywug leader's path. As they pushed past the foliage they seemed to be reaching a clearing of some sort, only to find more monsters waiting for them there.
Before then in the clearing they would see a massive stone circular platform with some strange symbols carved into it all around its perimeter. In the center they would recognize the bullywug leader they had spoken to earlier, along with three other bullywugs in tow. What was most noticeable, however was the massive creature in the center of them all. This thing looked to have a giant body, very fat and ogre-like in size and appearance, however instead of an ogre head there was an altogether alien growth in its place. Large unblinking eyes of completely black with masses of tentacles dropping down in writhing patterns. The bulbous head undulated and shifted as it moved, making unnatural noises which hinted at a gaping may somewhere underneath the mess of tentacles, just waiting to feed.
"Come come, oh would be heroes, no need to keep us waiting." a man's voice called out, partly hissing yet formal in its smoothness, it manages to be unusually unnerving with every word, "I am most fascinated to see how the likes of you adventurers will handle yourselves in these circumstances."
To the right of the massive tentacled ogre creature you see another person clad entirely covered in a pitch black rob that covers all his features. Clearly this is the man that spoke, but beyond the voice, the robe manages to cover any identifying features of this person beyond the basic humanoid shape. He seems to be facing you directly, but you cannot see a face to be certain of that. Regardless, as he speaks the other bullywugs in the area turn towards the party, having clearly spotted all of you. None of them move to attack, however, as they seem to defer to the black robed man.
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(Ok I just realized I forgot to make two checks for my Hex concentration : 1215 Both made it so no problem. I will endeavor to remember that.)
Moira
Staying behind Sora, Moira focuses her will on the robed figure attempting to draw the shadows around them without attracting attention. "We don't know what it is you are feeding there but it ends now. Stop now before we are forced to stop you." She then begins backing away about 10' away from Sora making room for any of the other to move forward. with a small puff of smoke Rusty disappears.
Nemeia shudders at the site of the abomination. "That's not normal," she mutters. There is a slight growling noise coming from winding gears and actuators inside of Cali but Nemeia gently runs her hand across the metallic shell calming her. "In what circumstances?,"Nemeia finds herself asking in confusion.
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At some point before they all arrive at the clearing where their enemy lurks, Witt will ask everyone to sit down on some convenient rocks, take a breather for ten minutes, and as they do so he will cast Prayer of Healing14 HP to everyone.
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A menacing sickly chuckle erupts from the robed figure in response to Nemeia's question. "Why life or death circumstances, of course, is there any other kind?" It's hard to say if he would have said anything further, what ever monologue he might have planned is cut short by Moira's spell, as she tries to pull the cursed shadows onto the robed figure. However they find no purchase there. Indeed, almost as if he never existed, what was once the robed man instantly transforms into mist and dark colored water which immediately falls onto the ground. The dark liquid slowly spreads from that point on the stone. From the mist itself the man's voice calls out, this time more distant as if speaking through some strange eldritch means.
"So that is your answer. Interesting if predictable, but then you are still so unaware. No matter. Go children, kill the intruders and devour their essence. Regardless of outcome, the results will prove most informative." The voice trails off until it can no longer be heard, as the mist that was left behind slowly dissipates into the surrounding swamp.
"The Prophet speaks and we obey!"The Bullywug leader from earlier speaks up this time in her familiar grating voice, turning to nasty tentacled orge monster she adds, "Kill them, oh Great One, and feed on their flesh! From their bones we will be granted more power!" She along with the monster beside her and the other bullywugs behind her all turn towards the party and begin moving forward with menacing intent.
Sora takes deep breaths as she looks around making sure there are no more threats. She grabs at where her wounds are still tender once she's sure the party is safe for now before looking over to Moira.
"Yeah, no problem. Wasn't about to let these shit heads kill anyone if I could prevent it. But I'd say Witt had more to do with life saving than anyone else." Listening to them discussing the next step she makes sure to add her thoughts. "I don't have spells to worry about so I may be out of the loop on this, but I'd say we push forward. You saw how they acted in response to their leader's orders, and she didn't look like she was open to reason. Plus I think there's someone else pulling her strings on top of that. I don't think these guys are gonna stop their raids anytime soon unless we find the real person in charge and force them to stop."
You're all very welcome, of course, says Witt distractedly as he dabs at his own wounds and fiddles with the scratches and tears in his armour. It's such a shame - a terrible leader, getting her own people killed but running off. It's truly shameful, actually. He looks sadly at the slain bullywugs. Sora is right, we should follow, but we may need to heal up first.
(Should we take a short rest? If we decide we can't wait one hour, Witt can cast Prayer of Healing in ten minutes; he may even (depending on DM's ruling) be able to cast it as they walk.)
Nemeia does her best to cover her wounds. This adventuring life was proving more dangerous than her workshop days. "I'm so glad you are all here. I'm not sure 9 and I would be able to deal with as many enemies as there are out here."
Are you all right? Witt asks Nemeia; do you need any healing? I'm glad we're here too; it's such a shame the bullywugs want to fight us, but that's just something we have to accept. We can't let them keep threatening the townsfolk.
Uncertain of the next step, Witt makes a move to leave the small bullywug settlement, then reconsiders. He looks at some of the homes, where some of the less combat-ready bullywugs have taken shelter. Hello? Please, we really don't want to fight. Can you help us understand why you attacked the town?
Nemeia looks herself over and finds minor wounds but nothing too serious. "I think I'm okay. A little rest would certainly help but I don't know that we have the time." She pauses for a moment. "What do you think they're feeding??," she asks nervously.
Any of the remaining bullywugs that might be hiding in the tents around you refuse to show themselves. Either they don't understand what you are saying, or have no interest risking their lives. Likely a combination of the two. The direction of the leader that had spoken previous went off to is on the far side of this encampment, deeper into the swamp.
"I think there's only one way to find out." Sora says in a determined tone as she cleans the blood off her swords before starting to walk in the direction that the bullywug leader ran off to.
Moira follows after Sora
9 groans as she lifts herself up from the ground, making sure non of her wounds leak. She makes sure her shortbow is working properly, before adjusting her shield and whip and moving after Sora and Moira.
The party pushes through the Bullywug camp and deeper into the swamp. They find an obvious trail where the bullywugs passed often, leading them in the direction of where the leader walked to.
Stealth checks for anyone trying to sneak up to the next encounter
Moira - stealth 15
Sora Stealth - 8
Stealth: 8
Witt's Stealth 18
Nemeia attempts to keep a safe distance behind the others as they sneak forward. She never felt especially sneaky herself and her armor didn't exactly help her out in this mucky swamp.
Stealth a fair bit behind the others: 19
The party progressed determined through the swamp, trying to stay undetected as they followed along the Bullywug leader's path. As they pushed past the foliage they seemed to be reaching a clearing of some sort, only to find more monsters waiting for them there.
Before then in the clearing they would see a massive stone circular platform with some strange symbols carved into it all around its perimeter. In the center they would recognize the bullywug leader they had spoken to earlier, along with three other bullywugs in tow. What was most noticeable, however was the massive creature in the center of them all. This thing looked to have a giant body, very fat and ogre-like in size and appearance, however instead of an ogre head there was an altogether alien growth in its place. Large unblinking eyes of completely black with masses of tentacles dropping down in writhing patterns. The bulbous head undulated and shifted as it moved, making unnatural noises which hinted at a gaping may somewhere underneath the mess of tentacles, just waiting to feed.
"Come come, oh would be heroes, no need to keep us waiting." a man's voice called out, partly hissing yet formal in its smoothness, it manages to be unusually unnerving with every word, "I am most fascinated to see how the likes of you adventurers will handle yourselves in these circumstances."
To the right of the massive tentacled ogre creature you see another person clad entirely covered in a pitch black rob that covers all his features. Clearly this is the man that spoke, but beyond the voice, the robe manages to cover any identifying features of this person beyond the basic humanoid shape. He seems to be facing you directly, but you cannot see a face to be certain of that. Regardless, as he speaks the other bullywugs in the area turn towards the party, having clearly spotted all of you. None of them move to attack, however, as they seem to defer to the black robed man.
(Ok I just realized I forgot to make two checks for my Hex concentration : 12 15 Both made it so no problem. I will endeavor to remember that.)
Moira
Staying behind Sora, Moira focuses her will on the robed figure attempting to draw the shadows around them without attracting attention. "We don't know what it is you are feeding there but it ends now. Stop now before we are forced to stop you." She then begins backing away about 10' away from Sora making room for any of the other to move forward. with a small puff of smoke Rusty disappears.
Slight of Hand : 9 And hex Wisdom checks.
Nemeia shudders at the site of the abomination. "That's not normal," she mutters. There is a slight growling noise coming from winding gears and actuators inside of Cali but Nemeia gently runs her hand across the metallic shell calming her. "In what circumstances?," Nemeia finds herself asking in confusion.
At some point before they all arrive at the clearing where their enemy lurks, Witt will ask everyone to sit down on some convenient rocks, take a breather for ten minutes, and as they do so he will cast Prayer of Healing 14 HP to everyone.
A menacing sickly chuckle erupts from the robed figure in response to Nemeia's question. "Why life or death circumstances, of course, is there any other kind?" It's hard to say if he would have said anything further, what ever monologue he might have planned is cut short by Moira's spell, as she tries to pull the cursed shadows onto the robed figure. However they find no purchase there. Indeed, almost as if he never existed, what was once the robed man instantly transforms into mist and dark colored water which immediately falls onto the ground. The dark liquid slowly spreads from that point on the stone. From the mist itself the man's voice calls out, this time more distant as if speaking through some strange eldritch means.
"So that is your answer. Interesting if predictable, but then you are still so unaware. No matter. Go children, kill the intruders and devour their essence. Regardless of outcome, the results will prove most informative." The voice trails off until it can no longer be heard, as the mist that was left behind slowly dissipates into the surrounding swamp.
"The Prophet speaks and we obey!" The Bullywug leader from earlier speaks up this time in her familiar grating voice, turning to nasty tentacled orge monster she adds, "Kill them, oh Great One, and feed on their flesh! From their bones we will be granted more power!" She along with the monster beside her and the other bullywugs behind her all turn towards the party and begin moving forward with menacing intent.
INITIATIVE:
9 - 24
Moira - 17
Nemeia - 18
Sora - 22
Witt - 13