Garmus crossed his arms and puffed out his chest. "A course I am, those crabs would need ta be a lot tougher to get this dwarf! Lynny you sure yer alright, girl?"
She gave Garmus a wrap around the shoulder hug, leaning on his shoulder. Yes, sweetie. I'm good. Thank you. She made sure no one was looking, and kissed him on the cheek.
Is anyone hurt? I can heal, but not much else. She smiled.
Ecko grumbles something extremely rude in dozens of different language at the pile of charred crabs, some of which still contain clumps of smoldering feathers in their claws.
"Crabs...I hate the little..." Ecko pauses for breath. "I'm physically fine, good to go. Mentally? I don't want to smell the sea for weeks." He heaves at the scent of dozens of deceased crabs lying in the hot sand. He motions for the party to move on.
Take a look at the map in discord. You swim past the breakwater to the docks. Unlike the materials used for the crab maze, the docks are sturdy planks of wood tightly fastened together and treated to make the structure waterproof. Only a couple of small boats remain tied up at these piers. Ahead, through the fog, lies the abandoned grippli village, and you can hear activity ahead. Sounds like there might be evil yuan-ti around.
"Careful from here on out everyone..." Ysa commented quietly as the group stood on the dock. Doing her best to stay quiet despite the fact that the water in her shoes created loud swishing noises, Ysa began to head forward toward the source of the sounds, keeping an eye out for any traps.
Garmus wrings the water out of his beard as they climb up on the dock. He grumbles as the water runs off him. There's nothing worse than wet gambeson. "Quiet my arse, I'm wearin' chain mail and drippin' enough water ta fill a bucket er two." He grouses, albeit quietly.
Through the fog, you can see a number of Yuan-ti around a very large structure - most likely Pond Mother's old home, and the community center. They haven't noticed you yet, despite the fog. This might be a nifty attempt to stand an ambush.
Time for another beard oiling, sweetie?Eralynn giggles at Garmus.
As the group looked on at the Yuan-Ti surrounding the structure, Ysabell tried to think back to her past experiences with the snake-folk and any useful information she could glean from the experience.
History: 20 (with a 20, would Ysa have an idea of what the Yuan-Ti would be afraid of? And if so what might that be?)
Turning to the others, she motioned for them to follow her away from the Yuan-Ti so they could discuss what to do next. Looking everyone directly in the eye and without a hint of sarcasm, Ysa relayed her idea. "Starting a fight here and now could draw too much attention (and enemies) our way. Frightening them though may cause them to disperse peacefully without bringing the rest of their people down upon us. With the aid of the fog and if we work together, I believe we can create a frightening enough illusion of an evil Sock Puppet to send them running. And if that fails... well, we always have the other option..." At her last comment, a glint of light seemed to spread across the blade of her Scythe menacingly even though there was no sunlight in sight.
Ecko21, Ysa19, Garmus17, CrabMass11(AC15/HP25), Crystal7, Eralynn5
Lyn groans, slowly waking. Got my ass kicked by crabs. How humiliating.
Ecko immediately turns more serious as soon as Eralynn falls. He hadn’t realized the seriousness of the situation. Then again, he usually didn’t.
The sizzling acid deals another 10 damage.
Ecko chucks a Fireball at as many crabs as possible! DC 15 Dex save for half of Damage: 35 Fire.
Ecko21, Ysa19, Garmus17, CrabMass11(AC15/HP25), Crystal7, Eralynn5
8, 12, 13, 5, 3
1
Combat is over. Eralynn gets back up, rubbing her head and covered in scratches and claw marks, but she's alive. Ouch.
Crystal goes over to Lyn... "You OK Lyn? Looks like you got crabs" she says jokingly as she offers a hand to help her up.
She looks to the others "You guys ok?"
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CYBERPUNK RED DISCORD: Isa - Solo 5 / Angel - Solo 5 / Faun - Tech 5 / Raja - Nomad 5
PATHFINDER 2e DISCORD: Crystal - Sorceress
She smiled and laughed. She nodded. I'm ok. She looked to the others.
Garmus crossed his arms and puffed out his chest. "A course I am, those crabs would need ta be a lot tougher to get this dwarf! Lynny you sure yer alright, girl?"
She gave Garmus a wrap around the shoulder hug, leaning on his shoulder. Yes, sweetie. I'm good. Thank you. She made sure no one was looking, and kissed him on the cheek.
Is anyone hurt? I can heal, but not much else. She smiled.
Ecko grumbles something extremely rude in dozens of different language at the pile of charred crabs, some of which still contain clumps of smoldering feathers in their claws.
"Crabs...I hate the little..." Ecko pauses for breath. "I'm physically fine, good to go. Mentally? I don't want to smell the sea for weeks." He heaves at the scent of dozens of deceased crabs lying in the hot sand. He motions for the party to move on.
Where to?
(We at the breakwater on the map I'm assuming?)
Crystal looks to the others "Maybe we should go down this south peninsula towards the gripli village" she suggests
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(Mobile)
"Yes let's get out of the water." Ysa replied before making her way over to the Dock.
(Ooc: I think that's the direction we're supposed to be headed?)
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Yup, let's head to the dock.
Take a look at the map in discord. You swim past the breakwater to the docks. Unlike the materials used for the crab maze, the docks are sturdy planks of wood tightly fastened together and treated to make the structure waterproof. Only a couple of small boats remain tied up at these piers. Ahead, through the fog, lies the abandoned grippli village, and you can hear activity ahead. Sounds like there might be evil yuan-ti around.
"Careful from here on out everyone..." Ysa commented quietly as the group stood on the dock. Doing her best to stay quiet despite the fact that the water in her shoes created loud swishing noises, Ysa began to head forward toward the source of the sounds, keeping an eye out for any traps.
Stealth: 6
Perception: 12
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Garmus wrings the water out of his beard as they climb up on the dock. He grumbles as the water runs off him. There's nothing worse than wet gambeson. "Quiet my arse, I'm wearin' chain mail and drippin' enough water ta fill a bucket er two." He grouses, albeit quietly.
Through the fog, you can see a number of Yuan-ti around a very large structure - most likely Pond Mother's old home, and the community center. They haven't noticed you yet, despite the fog. This might be a nifty attempt to stand an ambush.
Time for another beard oiling, sweetie? Eralynn giggles at Garmus.
(Mobile)
As the group looked on at the Yuan-Ti surrounding the structure, Ysabell tried to think back to her past experiences with the snake-folk and any useful information she could glean from the experience.
History: 20 (with a 20, would Ysa have an idea of what the Yuan-Ti would be afraid of? And if so what might that be?)
Zoldier’s Curse of the Crimson Throne: DM/ Redii || Zoldier's Strange Aeon's: DM
Sock puppets.
Turning to the others, she motioned for them to follow her away from the Yuan-Ti so they could discuss what to do next. Looking everyone directly in the eye and without a hint of sarcasm, Ysa relayed her idea. "Starting a fight here and now could draw too much attention (and enemies) our way. Frightening them though may cause them to disperse peacefully without bringing the rest of their people down upon us. With the aid of the fog and if we work together, I believe we can create a frightening enough illusion of an evil Sock Puppet to send them running. And if that fails... well, we always have the other option..." At her last comment, a glint of light seemed to spread across the blade of her Scythe menacingly even though there was no sunlight in sight.
Zoldier’s Curse of the Crimson Throne: DM/ Redii || Zoldier's Strange Aeon's: DM