Roxaria looks at the group to take in their condition and the overall situation and realizes another fight like that could end up badly.
”Agreed, Trem. Based on the hospitality we received, I don’t believe Hulil is going to be any warmer. We should maybe scout around before getting into any more fights like that for the safety of the group.”
She notes the campfire and bedrolls ahead. “Hopefully, that campfire belonged to this welcoming committee. Trem. Get a little rest. I’ll scout ahead and report what the campfire is about.”
Stealth: 18 (game log roll)
Roxaria leaves the lit torch with the party and moves up ahead to scout the campfire and make sure no other bandits are around waiting to surprise them.
Vauthok couldn’t help but snort with amusement when his axe harmlessly bounced off the cave wall and clattered to the ground. Fighting from a distance clearly wasn’t in his wheelhouse, but the giant still couldn’t help but hope that the others hadn’t laid eyes on his demonstration of subpar axe throwing. The battle was over in the blink of a eye due to the others finishing off the stragglers and for once, Vauthok was glad for it.
Blue eyes scanned the cavern and his party members, taking in their various states of health. The battle had taken a toll. Vauthok glanced down at his great sword and spat a glob of blood. Dizziness hit and before the giant knew it, his back smacked the ground with a loud thump and all he could do is stare at the cave ceiling for several long seconds as he felt each wound on his body sear with pain. “Ouch..” Vauthok muttered with a grimace.
Roxaria does not get terribly far when she hears the echo of Vauthok’s large body hit the cave floor. “Vauthok?”
She turns back to see the Goliath on the ground and rushes over, concern in her voice. “Vauthok? What happened?” She looks over him to see what wounds need tending to and uses the scrap bandages that Kha had torn up earlier and gave her starts wrapping and applying pressure. “I didn’t think they got you that badly. You seemed to shrug it off so easily!” She retrieves his waterskin and helps him take a sip from it. She looks around the rest of the group and remembers her Glassblade basic training after a battle to get a situational report.
”How is everyone doing? Status? Kha, I think if Kord has any blessings to give us, I’d be thankful. It seems that the others are banged up badly.”
She looks to the spellcasters, “Eline and Reginald? Are you two hurt?”
(Reginald, Trem, and Vauthok are injured. Trem has the worse injuries with only 3hp left. Reginald has only 4 hp left after being hit by a crossbow bolt)
(Roxaria roll perception when checking out the campsite)
Roxaria finishes where she can and makes Vauthok as comfortable as possible. “I think Kha will take care of all of you. I will return once I figure out what’s going on with that campsite down a ways. Don’t go fainting on me, now.”
She places a hand on his forehead and rubs it back across his bald scalp, comforting him and she heads down to investigate the campsite.
Empty bedrolls are arranged in a circle around a small campfire at the center of this cavern. Chicken bones, empty wine and spirits bottles, and other food waste litters the floor. Roxaria notices a sagging bedroll and on closer inspections sees that it was covering a 10ft deep pit. The other bedrolls are fine and are not trapped.
The path curves once more to the left leading into a darkened pathway. There is a second smaller pathway to the left.
Roxaria pulls the sagging bedroll away to reveal the pit so that when everyone else comes down, they’ll not accidentally fall into it. She sits quietly and listens to see if there is any noise that specifically sounds like talking from either pathway.
Vauthok opens one eye to regard Roxaria as she frets over him. It made him feel weak. This was unacceptable. The giant waved a hand casually, clearly dismissing his wounds as superficial. “I am fine, Roxaria. Just a few scratches.” Despite his nonchalance about his physical health Vauthok didn’t reject the offered waterskin and took several drinks. “Just taking a break. Wrestling giant frogs is tiring even for a Goliath.” The barbarian gives his best grin.
Roxaria decides to return to the group to be safe.
”There’s a campfire just ahead with some bedrolls. Nobody is around. It’s quite possible that this is where these bandits were hanging out. Now, there are two more paths beyond the camp and a pit trap, which I uncovered.”
She looks as everyone is resting up. “We can continue on in a little while.”
Roxaria plops down to take a seat and opens her own water skin to take a drink.
Reginald relaxes by taking out his spell book and writing in it... He has a flash of insight and makes a soft sound of contentment, nodding to himself. He then chants a ritual and a small owl appears in front of him. "Welcome!" He says to it. The owl promptly jumps onto his shoulder and starts to peer at everyone excitedly. The gnome says to the party with a smile, "This is Jonax'us, my spirit friend has now taken physically form."
"You all rest up, I can keep an eye out should anything approach. Those bandits couldn't touch me."Kha states proudly. "I would offer to use Kord's gift to help with your wounds, but I wouldn't have much left if we come across any more trouble," he says apologetically to those tending to their injuries.
The half-orc then begins to wander around the caves, back-tracking to where they battled the gang and taking a look at the bucket near the icy pool.
Dc 14 save Bonfire damage : 7
Cats go Moo!
Bandit C Dex Save
21
Bandit C dies in Reginald's Bonfire
End of Combat
Everyone has leveled up to level 2
The path ahead curves to the left and in the distance you see a campfire with bedrolls surrounding it.
Let's be more careful, I can't another hit like that!
Stealth check if the others agree: 16
Player: Any Good Alignment // DM: Lawful Evil
Reginald nods to signal his agreement.
Cats go Moo!
Roxaria looks at the group to take in their condition and the overall situation and realizes another fight like that could end up badly.
”Agreed, Trem. Based on the hospitality we received, I don’t believe Hulil is going to be any warmer. We should maybe scout around before getting into any more fights like that for the safety of the group.”
She notes the campfire and bedrolls ahead. “Hopefully, that campfire belonged to this welcoming committee. Trem. Get a little rest. I’ll scout ahead and report what the campfire is about.”
Stealth: 18 (game log roll)
Roxaria leaves the lit torch with the party and moves up ahead to scout the campfire and make sure no other bandits are around waiting to surprise them.
Vauthok couldn’t help but snort with amusement when his axe harmlessly bounced off the cave wall and clattered to the ground. Fighting from a distance clearly wasn’t in his wheelhouse, but the giant still couldn’t help but hope that the others hadn’t laid eyes on his demonstration of subpar axe throwing. The battle was over in the blink of a eye due to the others finishing off the stragglers and for once, Vauthok was glad for it.
Blue eyes scanned the cavern and his party members, taking in their various states of health. The battle had taken a toll. Vauthok glanced down at his great sword and spat a glob of blood. Dizziness hit and before the giant knew it, his back smacked the ground with a loud thump and all he could do is stare at the cave ceiling for several long seconds as he felt each wound on his body sear with pain. “Ouch..” Vauthok muttered with a grimace.
Roxaria does not get terribly far when she hears the echo of Vauthok’s large body hit the cave floor. “Vauthok?”
She turns back to see the Goliath on the ground and rushes over, concern in her voice. “Vauthok? What happened?” She looks over him to see what wounds need tending to and uses the scrap bandages that Kha had torn up earlier and gave her starts wrapping and applying pressure. “I didn’t think they got you that badly. You seemed to shrug it off so easily!” She retrieves his waterskin and helps him take a sip from it. She looks around the rest of the group and remembers her Glassblade basic training after a battle to get a situational report.
”How is everyone doing? Status? Kha, I think if Kord has any blessings to give us, I’d be thankful. It seems that the others are banged up badly.”
She looks to the spellcasters, “Eline and Reginald? Are you two hurt?”
(Reginald, Trem, and Vauthok are injured. Trem has the worse injuries with only 3hp left. Reginald has only 4 hp left after being hit by a crossbow bolt)
(Roxaria roll perception when checking out the campsite)
Roxaria finishes where she can and makes Vauthok as comfortable as possible. “I think Kha will take care of all of you. I will return once I figure out what’s going on with that campsite down a ways. Don’t go fainting on me, now.”
She places a hand on his forehead and rubs it back across his bald scalp, comforting him and she heads down to investigate the campsite.
Perception: 16 (in-game log)
Empty bedrolls are arranged in a circle around a small campfire at the center of this cavern. Chicken bones, empty wine and spirits bottles, and other food waste litters the floor. Roxaria notices a sagging bedroll and on closer inspections sees that it was covering a 10ft deep pit. The other bedrolls are fine and are not trapped.
The path curves once more to the left leading into a darkened pathway. There is a second smaller pathway to the left.
Roxaria pulls the sagging bedroll away to reveal the pit so that when everyone else comes down, they’ll not accidentally fall into it. She sits quietly and listens to see if there is any noise that specifically sounds like talking from either pathway.
Perception: 5 (in-game log)
Vauthok opens one eye to regard Roxaria as she frets over him. It made him feel weak. This was unacceptable. The giant waved a hand casually, clearly dismissing his wounds as superficial. “I am fine, Roxaria. Just a few scratches.” Despite his nonchalance about his physical health Vauthok didn’t reject the offered waterskin and took several drinks. “Just taking a break. Wrestling giant frogs is tiring even for a Goliath.” The barbarian gives his best grin.
Roxaria does not hear anything unusual.
(Everyone can take a short rest.)
Just what Trem needed. Sometimes you just gets what you need, Sometimes you need to take it.
Player: Any Good Alignment // DM: Lawful Evil
Roxaria decides to return to the group to be safe.
”There’s a campfire just ahead with some bedrolls. Nobody is around. It’s quite possible that this is where these bandits were hanging out. Now, there are two more paths beyond the camp and a pit trap, which I uncovered.”
She looks as everyone is resting up. “We can continue on in a little while.”
Roxaria plops down to take a seat and opens her own water skin to take a drink.
Reginald relaxes by taking out his spell book and writing in it... He has a flash of insight and makes a soft sound of contentment, nodding to himself. He then chants a ritual and a small owl appears in front of him. "Welcome!" He says to it. The owl promptly jumps onto his shoulder and starts to peer at everyone excitedly. The gnome says to the party with a smile, "This is Jonax'us, my spirit friend has now taken physically form."
Cats go Moo!
Roxaria turns at the sound of Reginald's excitement and sees the owl. “Jonax’us? Wow. That’s really neat! May I pet him? Will he bite or claw me?”
"You all rest up, I can keep an eye out should anything approach. Those bandits couldn't touch me." Kha states proudly. "I would offer to use Kord's gift to help with your wounds, but I wouldn't have much left if we come across any more trouble," he says apologetically to those tending to their injuries.
The half-orc then begins to wander around the caves, back-tracking to where they battled the gang and taking a look at the bucket near the icy pool.
The bucket is filled with fish.