"we can hide the dead goblins if you think it would help, what I would suggest is;
Ragnarok, Calantha and I keep a watch on the sides and rear of the cart as it moves,
Ink drives, seems you've made friends with the ungulates,
Crom rest in the cart and look for anything helpful in the supplies, Right now Gundren would be hard pressed to argue the importance of the supplies over his life,
And Chensica, if you could keep look out from the cart, the seat next to Ink gives a good overview.
We move quick as we can without drawing unnecessary attention and we'll stay alive"
At this Mal gets up and buckles his mace to his side and hitches his shield to his back freeing up his arms and makes a move to start clearing the goblins, bodily throwing them by their limp limbs as far into the trees as he can muster, every now and again noisily bending down to pick up some stray arrow or loosed trinket.
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Crom shakes out his injured leg a bit and climbs into the back of the cart. Hoping to find some dried provisions, potions of healing, bandages, spare ammunition, and the like, he starts rooting through the boxes, while also trying to ascertain if the supplies could be moved around to accommodate him for the next hour.
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Mildly fascinated, Ink watches as Malsends the bodies of the dead goblins in an arc across the sky. "They're a bit more aerodynamic than I expected,"he remarks.
He then clambers into the back of the wagon to helpCrom in his search.
Chensica takes her spot next to Ink. “I have a little healing - just your basic Cure Wounds spell. Does anyone need it?” OOC sorry I’m having a hard time tracking the injuries lol
"I expect I'll be fine with a bit o' rest," Crom calls up from the back. "Thanks though. Ragnarok could maybe use an extra dose of magic though. Speaking of, that music you were playing during the ambush. Did ya weave some of that magic you were talking about in there? The tune kept playin' in me head. Felt like it helped keep me focused. Course, coulda just been imagination."
To Ink he says, "So, what, can ya like talk to animals or somethin'?" He grunts as he shifts a heavy crate to peek inside the one underneath "Them oxen seem to be takin' a likin' to ya."
Now that the plan has been decided, Calantha feels a lot better. She takes up position next to the cart and continues to scan the trees. It can't be helped but moving the bodies is causing quite a bit of noise. If any goblins are in the vicinity, they'll hear and move in to investigate. Hopefully they're too busy with their captives at the moment though to go hunting for their missing tribesmen.
"Did you find anything good in there?" she eventually calls out to Crom.
Chensica gives a smug smile and fiddles with her deep red scarf, pretending to flick something away. “Yep, that’s it” she says to Crom, and puts away her lute.“I did not quite get around to ‘weaving’ it as you say to help more in our group but perhaps another time.” She turns back to eye Ragnarok. “Do you want a little healing? I know a few more tricks up my sleeve!”
"Did you find anything good in there?" she eventually calls out to Crom.
"Nothin' useful yet," Crom replies. "But there are still a few containers we haven't checked.
Actually, Calantha, could ya do me a favour while I'm scroungin'? Could ya grab me a handful o' plantago major? It's a common weed, should be some just at the top of the bank. Broad leaves close to the ground, with seedy stalks risin' straight up from the centre. All I am needin's a handful o' the leaves."
When the search for supplies and plantago major comes to a close, Ink takes hold of the reins and coaxes the oxen along the road. "I trust you'll tell me when you see a suitable place to stash a full wagon and two wee beasts of burden," he quips to his fellow party members.
Then, leaning over to Crom, he says with a smile, "And I trust you'll tell me when the time comes to crack open the ale we found in the cargo."
As the wagon clatters down the road, Inkbreaks into another song...
Don't go drinkin' with halflings! Don't go drinkin' at all!
They'll pour you one and buy you another;
They'll bet you a third and call you a 'brother.'
Don't go drinkin' with halflings; in the morn you'll want to bawl.
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Calantha nods at the half-orc. "Sure, I'll go look around."
As she climbed up to the top of the embankment, she wondered what Crom could possible need with a common weed. Perhaps it could be used in a poultice? Shaking her head, she began her search, eyeing the different plants and weeds growing over the hillside. She looked closely for any plant matching the description he had given her. At the same time, she kept glancing up periodically to scan her surroundings. She didn't want to be ambushed twice in one day.
With goblins thrown, weeds found and the cart beginning to move, Mal takes up guard at the rear nodding to Calanthe and the newly healed Ragnarok to take up guard at the sides of the trundling supply wagon, "Ink, as much as I'm a fan of yer merriment, it might be better to keep it down, we don't know what's in the trees right now, gotta keep an eye out"
With that he resumes watching the trees, for attackers and also after a while, a good place to stash the cart, specifically if that place has water nearby.
The oxen and cart trundle along the road as the part continues their journey eastward. Everyone is looking out and a bit on edge now, but nothing stirs in the trees except birds and squirrels.
Eventually Mal spots a good spot on the side of the road for the cart and oxen. There is some fallen brush and debris that could be used to cover the cart nearby and this spot goes enough off the road that you feel confident it wouldn't be easily spotted outright anyway.
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Crom accepts the plantain herb with one hand, clapping Ragnarokon the shoulder with the other. "Thank ya kindly," he says, before stuffing the handful of leaves in his mouth and chewing.
While he chews, he begins removing his leather armour to get to the white linen shirt underneath. He takes that off too, before donning the leather armour once again. Crom then opens uncorks his water flask, pouring the last bit of water out over the gash on his thigh. He spits the now thoroughly masticated leaf paste into his hand and presses it against his wound, before tying his shirt tightly around the limb with a wince.
He then pokes his head out between Inkand Chesnica. "I think now might be a good time for a bit o' that mead," he whispers, jiggling his newly filled flask. "But just a little."
Short rest 5
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Once the cart comes to a stop, Crom inspects the area, and strolls over to Mal. "A good spot, ya picked out here. I'll do what I can to help hide the cart, but you seem like you've had to do this kind of thing before, so I'll be leanin' on yer experience."
"we can hide the dead goblins if you think it would help, what I would suggest is;
Ragnarok, Calantha and I keep a watch on the sides and rear of the cart as it moves,
Ink drives, seems you've made friends with the ungulates,
Crom rest in the cart and look for anything helpful in the supplies, Right now Gundren would be hard pressed to argue the importance of the supplies over his life,
And Chensica, if you could keep look out from the cart, the seat next to Ink gives a good overview.
We move quick as we can without drawing unnecessary attention and we'll stay alive"
At this Mal gets up and buckles his mace to his side and hitches his shield to his back freeing up his arms and makes a move to start clearing the goblins, bodily throwing them by their limp limbs as far into the trees as he can muster, every now and again noisily bending down to pick up some stray arrow or loosed trinket.
Crom shakes out his injured leg a bit and climbs into the back of the cart. Hoping to find some dried provisions, potions of healing, bandages, spare ammunition, and the like, he starts rooting through the boxes, while also trying to ascertain if the supplies could be moved around to accommodate him for the next hour.
Investigation/medicine/perception
9
Mildly fascinated, Ink watches as Mal sends the bodies of the dead goblins in an arc across the sky. "They're a bit more aerodynamic than I expected," he remarks.
He then clambers into the back of the wagon to help Crom in his search.
Investigation: 13
(This roll should reflect the advantage granted to Crom by having help)
Chensica takes her spot next to Ink. “I have a little healing - just your basic Cure Wounds spell. Does anyone need it?”
OOC sorry I’m having a hard time tracking the injuries lol
"I expect I'll be fine with a bit o' rest," Crom calls up from the back. "Thanks though. Ragnarok could maybe use an extra dose of magic though. Speaking of, that music you were playing during the ambush. Did ya weave some of that magic you were talking about in there? The tune kept playin' in me head. Felt like it helped keep me focused. Course, coulda just been imagination."
To Ink he says, "So, what, can ya like talk to animals or somethin'?" He grunts as he shifts a heavy crate to peek inside the one underneath "Them oxen seem to be takin' a likin' to ya."
Now that the plan has been decided, Calantha feels a lot better. She takes up position next to the cart and continues to scan the trees. It can't be helped but moving the bodies is causing quite a bit of noise. If any goblins are in the vicinity, they'll hear and move in to investigate. Hopefully they're too busy with their captives at the moment though to go hunting for their missing tribesmen.
"Did you find anything good in there?" she eventually calls out to Crom.
Extended Signature
Characters: Bryony Alderleaf (Phandelver and Below) ♦ Vesta Trevelyan (Vecna: Eve of Ruin) ♦ Ada Kendrick (Curse of Strahd) ♦ Gareth Blackwood (Dragon of Icespire Peak) ♦ Karys Velthune (Out of the Abyss) ♦ Surina Xarith (Simple, Heroic Adventure)
DM: Baldur's Gate: Descent Into Avernus
Chensica gives a smug smile and fiddles with her deep red scarf, pretending to flick something away.
“Yep, that’s it” she says to Crom, and puts away her lute. “I did not quite get around to ‘weaving’ it as you say to help more in our group but perhaps another time.” She turns back to eye Ragnarok. “Do you want a little healing? I know a few more tricks up my sleeve!”
“Sure thing!” Chensica whispers a few words and touches Ragnarok, casting Cure Wounds.
Cure Wounds
Sorry here’s the healing
9
"Nothin' useful yet," Crom replies. "But there are still a few containers we haven't checked.
Actually, Calantha, could ya do me a favour while I'm scroungin'? Could ya grab me a handful o' plantago major? It's a common weed, should be some just at the top of the bank. Broad leaves close to the ground, with seedy stalks risin' straight up from the centre. All I am needin's a handful o' the leaves."
When the search for supplies and plantago major comes to a close, Ink takes hold of the reins and coaxes the oxen along the road. "I trust you'll tell me when you see a suitable place to stash a full wagon and two wee beasts of burden," he quips to his fellow party members.
Then, leaning over to Crom, he says with a smile, "And I trust you'll tell me when the time comes to crack open the ale we found in the cargo."
As the wagon clatters down the road, Ink breaks into another song...
Don't go drinkin' with halflings! Don't go drinkin' at all!
They'll pour you one and buy you another;
They'll bet you a third and call you a 'brother.'
Don't go drinkin' with halflings; in the morn you'll want to bawl.
Calantha nods at the half-orc. "Sure, I'll go look around."
As she climbed up to the top of the embankment, she wondered what Crom could possible need with a common weed. Perhaps it could be used in a poultice? Shaking her head, she began her search, eyeing the different plants and weeds growing over the hillside. She looked closely for any plant matching the description he had given her. At the same time, she kept glancing up periodically to scan her surroundings. She didn't want to be ambushed twice in one day.
Survival - 6
Extended Signature
Characters: Bryony Alderleaf (Phandelver and Below) ♦ Vesta Trevelyan (Vecna: Eve of Ruin) ♦ Ada Kendrick (Curse of Strahd) ♦ Gareth Blackwood (Dragon of Icespire Peak) ♦ Karys Velthune (Out of the Abyss) ♦ Surina Xarith (Simple, Heroic Adventure)
DM: Baldur's Gate: Descent Into Avernus
"Thanks Ragnarok, that'd be appreciated." Crom peers out from the cart. "I think..."
Survival: 25
22
Disregard the second roll. I tried it again because the first one was saying it couldn't parse the roll. Then it started working when I rolled again.
"That might be some over there," he points out a green plant by the side of the road to Ragnarok
With goblins thrown, weeds found and the cart beginning to move, Mal takes up guard at the rear nodding to Calanthe and the newly healed Ragnarok to take up guard at the sides of the trundling supply wagon, "Ink, as much as I'm a fan of yer merriment, it might be better to keep it down, we don't know what's in the trees right now, gotta keep an eye out"
With that he resumes watching the trees, for attackers and also after a while, a good place to stash the cart, specifically if that place has water nearby.
Perception; 19
The oxen and cart trundle along the road as the part continues their journey eastward. Everyone is looking out and a bit on edge now, but nothing stirs in the trees except birds and squirrels.
Eventually Mal spots a good spot on the side of the road for the cart and oxen. There is some fallen brush and debris that could be used to cover the cart nearby and this spot goes enough off the road that you feel confident it wouldn't be easily spotted outright anyway.
Crom accepts the plantain herb with one hand, clapping Ragnarok on the shoulder with the other. "Thank ya kindly," he says, before stuffing the handful of leaves in his mouth and chewing.
While he chews, he begins removing his leather armour to get to the white linen shirt underneath. He takes that off too, before donning the leather armour once again. Crom then opens uncorks his water flask, pouring the last bit of water out over the gash on his thigh. He spits the now thoroughly masticated leaf paste into his hand and presses it against his wound, before tying his shirt tightly around the limb with a wince.
He then pokes his head out between Ink and Chesnica. "I think now might be a good time for a bit o' that mead," he whispers, jiggling his newly filled flask. "But just a little."
Short rest 5
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Once the cart comes to a stop, Crom inspects the area, and strolls over to Mal. "A good spot, ya picked out here. I'll do what I can to help hide the cart, but you seem like you've had to do this kind of thing before, so I'll be leanin' on yer experience."
This is to provide the help action to Mal