A bit worried during his watch after hearing the reports from the others, Hadi spends the first bit of it perhaps a bit more paranoid than previous nights watching the surroundings, as well as occasionally peeking over to the stake that was said to be moving, and the urns that they brought back. But after nothing happens for the first bit he goes back to ironing and cleaning his clothing to be ready for the next day, "What's the point of being the most fashionable in the family if it'll all be dirty?" he thinks to himself. Once it seems that the others have had enough sleep he begins to heat up his rations for the morning, letting his preparation sounds carry to the others to slowly rouse them from sleep and says, "The blood tree is still there. But otherwise nothing to report."
Tristan sighs in relief "I was certain that we were going to be ambushed at one point." Opening his pack, Tristan pulls out enough of his rations to feed everyone (except Hadi, who seems to already be eating. "I suppose we shouldn't risk an open fire, despite how nice it would be to have warmer water. It feels like drinking ice."
After a minute or two he abruptly stands and manages to walk over to the far side of the clearing before collapsing into a fit once again, this one lasting slightly longer than usual.
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“I will take responsibility for what I have done. [...] If must fall, I will rise each time a better man.” ― Brandon Sanderson, Oathbringer.
Dimitri cast mage armor on himself again as he got up to change. He sighed and apparently the previous night had gotten everyone on edge. "Let's just get out of here." He said. He narrowed his eyes as he caught Tristan moving away from the group, but didn't say anything.
Khessa wakes up after a night tormented by nightmares.
But she smiles. She smiles because she is alive. She smiles because she has recovered the urn that Ozemon wanted; and if he's satisfied enough, maybe he'll help her find out where her family is being held captive. She smiles because when she finds out where her family is being held captive, T'bitha will help her free them.
So, she smiles and congratulates everyone as she enthusiastically wears the chainmail: "Great job, guys! We managed to recover the urn and even make it through the night! Now, the last effort to get back to Ozemon, and it's done! Come on, just let's not let our guard down, but go... and finish our work!"
The tall arcane warrior also gladly accepts Tristan's food: "Thank you very much, Tristan! These rations are really what we need to get ready to face the last challenges!"
(OOC: It appears as if you're all ready to get going so, without further ado)
You all pack up your belongings and begin leaving. Khessa, as walk out of the threshold of the glade into the darkness, you look over towards where that reflection of light was and that ornate sword you had seen earlier at the graveyard is laying on the ground.
(OOC: Someone who wants to lead, make a survival check and someone else give me a perception check!)
"The sword was not magical at all..." reflects Khessa "But maybe it has some connection with Mr Small Shady. I think, I'll bring it to Ozemon. Maybe it is of interest for him"
The tall warrior-mage picks up the sword, accomodating it in her belt the best she can (since she has not a spare sword scabbard).
"And now... let's keep one hand on a rope, like yesterday," she advises "and go!"
And with that, if nobody else objects or warns of something she is not aware of, she starts leading...
Readying his gear, and straightening his colar, Hadi packs up the urn and looks back at the direction of the ruins, hoping that he’ll have a chance to return and explore them a bit more. He then gestures for the others to take the lead and follows into the mist.
T’bitha gathers her belongings and thanks Tristan for the rations. Additionally, she checks on the stake in her pack to see if it still has the urge to move towards the tree. As Khessa begins leading the group, she keeps her eyes and ears open for anything out of the ordinary.
Everyone grabs up on the rope, and begins following Khessa out of the glade into the darkness. Khessa, you're pretty positive you're making some fantastic headway on getting out of this forest, but with the darkness, who truly knows? After close to 2 hours of traveling, T'bitha you hear something. Just barely, but you look around, and behind the group about 10 feet off the ground is a singular roughly 10 foot in diameter eyeball following you. It has no noticeable iris, just a white sclera and black pupil. It seemed more inquisitive at first until it realized you turned and looked. The eye squints ever so slightly and black streaks jolt across the eye from the pupil, and at this point you all hear the sound of rushing wind, as something large out of sight has been moved at a high speed.
20 Eye 16 Group
With the creature going first, I need everyone to give me a strength saving throw, as a massive black tentacle comes sweeping towards you from the darkness to your left.
(OOC: This is a chase encounter. You can attempt combat if you wish, but it was designed as a chase. You know you have to be getting close to the edge of the forest by now, unless Khessa got severely turned about. Because there is only 1 creature in the chase, you will be going in a group initiative, since one way or another you'd all be grouped up anyway.)
Hadi, seeing the eye, remembers the nightmarish creature he'd seen the day before and quickly refreshes his mage armor for the day while giving a push to escape. He also whistles and points towards the eye as Laza swoops down and distracts the eye before quickly flapping away.
str save: 16 Laza using help and then flyby to move away safely extra straight rolls for escape shenanigans, and you can decide if there are any mods to add, or if it's with adv/dis: 3 ; 10
As you begin running from this massive eye behind you, a large tentacle comes sweeping from the side slamming into all of you. You all take 1 bludgeoning damage. Hadi, Dimitri, and Tristan, you only take half damage, but T'bitha and Khessa, you take full damage, you lose grip of the rope as you get pushed 10 feet to the right and fall prone.
T’bitha yelps in the darkness as she loses grip of the rope and feels the heavy blow of whatever hit her. She tumbles off and lifts herself up off the ground. She stands and calls out to the group, “Is everyone alright? Where are you all? I lost the rope!”
"Spread out. Keep running." Dimitri called out. He loosed his grip on the rope and shook out a bag of ball bearings. He poured it behind him, then using bonus action he continued to dash. He kept running in the general direction but in a wider arc, hoping the rest of group will fan out as well.
Barely avoiding the eldritch horror behind him, Hadi tries to run along with the others, hoping to keep himself in the midst of the group. For his first effort to deal with the foe he sends Laza back at it*
*posted in my post. likely a fail, but since I already rolled let's just use it.
Khessa barely has time to hear the sound of rushing wind, as something large out of sight moves at a high speed adn, with a sudden blow to her side, makes her lose her grip of the rope and pushes her 10 feet to the right, prone.
She stands up to fight, but she hears Dimitri call out 'Spread out. Keep running'. And also the voice of T'bitha, close to her, who too lost her grip on the rope and remained isolated from the others.
'If the others have decided to try and run to our destination, which in fact must be close by now, it makes no sense that I stay and fight alone', the blonde arcane warrior thinks quickly.
"Here T'bitha!" the tall warrior-mage follows the voice of the priestess of Eilistraee, who must be close.
She takes her hand: "Come! The others advised us to separate and escape, we should be close to our destination! Did you see who attacked us, anyway?"
She heads to where she was already going before, but running and choosing a path where the branches are low and dense, so that a creature as large as the one that has been able to inflict such a blow must be slower.
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A bit worried during his watch after hearing the reports from the others, Hadi spends the first bit of it perhaps a bit more paranoid than previous nights watching the surroundings, as well as occasionally peeking over to the stake that was said to be moving, and the urns that they brought back. But after nothing happens for the first bit he goes back to ironing and cleaning his clothing to be ready for the next day, "What's the point of being the most fashionable in the family if it'll all be dirty?" he thinks to himself. Once it seems that the others have had enough sleep he begins to heat up his rations for the morning, letting his preparation sounds carry to the others to slowly rouse them from sleep and says, "The blood tree is still there. But otherwise nothing to report."
PbP 🎲: Tyekanik; Moneo Noree; Korba Muris; & occasional DM:
Tristan sighs in relief "I was certain that we were going to be ambushed at one point."
Opening his pack, Tristan pulls out enough of his rations to feed everyone (except Hadi, who seems to already be eating. "I suppose we shouldn't risk an open fire, despite how nice it would be to have warmer water. It feels like drinking ice."
After a minute or two he abruptly stands and manages to walk over to the far side of the clearing before collapsing into a fit once again, this one lasting slightly longer than usual.
“I will take responsibility for what I have done. [...] If must fall, I will rise each time a better man.” ― Brandon Sanderson, Oathbringer.
Dimitri cast mage armor on himself again as he got up to change. He sighed and apparently the previous night had gotten everyone on edge. "Let's just get out of here." He said. He narrowed his eyes as he caught Tristan moving away from the group, but didn't say anything.
Khessa wakes up after a night tormented by nightmares.
But she smiles. She smiles because she is alive. She smiles because she has recovered the urn that Ozemon wanted; and if he's satisfied enough, maybe he'll help her find out where her family is being held captive. She smiles because when she finds out where her family is being held captive, T'bitha will help her free them.
So, she smiles and congratulates everyone as she enthusiastically wears the chainmail: "Great job, guys! We managed to recover the urn and even make it through the night! Now, the last effort to get back to Ozemon, and it's done! Come on, just let's not let our guard down, but go... and finish our work!"
The tall arcane warrior also gladly accepts Tristan's food: "Thank you very much, Tristan! These rations are really what we need to get ready to face the last challenges!"
(OOC: It appears as if you're all ready to get going so, without further ado)
You all pack up your belongings and begin leaving. Khessa, as walk out of the threshold of the glade into the darkness, you look over towards where that reflection of light was and that ornate sword you had seen earlier at the graveyard is laying on the ground.
(OOC: Someone who wants to lead, make a survival check and someone else give me a perception check!)
"The sword was not magical at all..." reflects Khessa "But maybe it has some connection with Mr Small Shady. I think, I'll bring it to Ozemon. Maybe it is of interest for him"
The tall warrior-mage picks up the sword, accomodating it in her belt the best she can (since she has not a spare sword scabbard).
"And now... let's keep one hand on a rope, like yesterday," she advises "and go!"
And with that, if nobody else objects or warns of something she is not aware of, she starts leading...
Survival: 24
Readying his gear, and straightening his colar, Hadi packs up the urn and looks back at the direction of the ruins, hoping that he’ll have a chance to return and explore them a bit more. He then gestures for the others to take the lead and follows into the mist.
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T’bitha gathers her belongings and thanks Tristan for the rations. Additionally, she checks on the stake in her pack to see if it still has the urge to move towards the tree. As Khessa begins leading the group, she keeps her eyes and ears open for anything out of the ordinary.
Perception: 13
Everyone grabs up on the rope, and begins following Khessa out of the glade into the darkness. Khessa, you're pretty positive you're making some fantastic headway on getting out of this forest, but with the darkness, who truly knows? After close to 2 hours of traveling, T'bitha you hear something. Just barely, but you look around, and behind the group about 10 feet off the ground is a singular roughly 10 foot in diameter eyeball following you. It has no noticeable iris, just a white sclera and black pupil. It seemed more inquisitive at first until it realized you turned and looked. The eye squints ever so slightly and black streaks jolt across the eye from the pupil, and at this point you all hear the sound of rushing wind, as something large out of sight has been moved at a high speed.
20 Eye
16 Group
With the creature going first, I need everyone to give me a strength saving throw, as a massive black tentacle comes sweeping towards you from the darkness to your left.
(OOC: This is a chase encounter. You can attempt combat if you wish, but it was designed as a chase. You know you have to be getting close to the edge of the forest by now, unless Khessa got severely turned about. Because there is only 1 creature in the chase, you will be going in a group initiative, since one way or another you'd all be grouped up anyway.)
Strength saving throw: 8
Strength Saving Throw: 6
Hadi, seeing the eye, remembers the nightmarish creature he'd seen the day before and quickly refreshes his mage armor for the day while giving a push to escape. He also whistles and points towards the eye as Laza swoops down and distracts the eye before quickly flapping away.
str save: 16
Laza using help and then flyby to move away safely
extra straight rolls for escape shenanigans, and you can decide if there are any mods to add, or if it's with adv/dis: 3 ; 10
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Strength Saving Throw: 20
Strength save 8
“I will take responsibility for what I have done. [...] If must fall, I will rise each time a better man.” ― Brandon Sanderson, Oathbringer.
As you begin running from this massive eye behind you, a large tentacle comes sweeping from the side slamming into all of you. You all take 1 bludgeoning damage. Hadi, Dimitri, and Tristan, you only take half damage, but T'bitha and Khessa, you take full damage, you lose grip of the rope as you get pushed 10 feet to the right and fall prone.
Now, how would you all like to move forward?
T’bitha yelps in the darkness as she loses grip of the rope and feels the heavy blow of whatever hit her. She tumbles off and lifts herself up off the ground. She stands and calls out to the group, “Is everyone alright? Where are you all? I lost the rope!”
(ooc- her action is to stand from prone position)
"Spread out. Keep running." Dimitri called out. He loosed his grip on the rope and shook out a bag of ball bearings. He poured it behind him, then using bonus action he continued to dash. He kept running in the general direction but in a wider arc, hoping the rest of group will fan out as well.
Barely avoiding the eldritch horror behind him, Hadi tries to run along with the others, hoping to keep himself in the midst of the group. For his first effort to deal with the foe he sends Laza back at it*
*posted in my post. likely a fail, but since I already rolled let's just use it.
PbP 🎲: Tyekanik; Moneo Noree; Korba Muris; & occasional DM:
Khessa barely has time to hear the sound of rushing wind, as something large out of sight moves at a high speed adn, with a sudden blow to her side, makes her lose her grip of the rope and pushes her 10 feet to the right, prone.
She stands up to fight, but she hears Dimitri call out 'Spread out. Keep running'. And also the voice of T'bitha, close to her, who too lost her grip on the rope and remained isolated from the others.
'If the others have decided to try and run to our destination, which in fact must be close by now, it makes no sense that I stay and fight alone', the blonde arcane warrior thinks quickly.
"Here T'bitha!" the tall warrior-mage follows the voice of the priestess of Eilistraee, who must be close.
She takes her hand: "Come! The others advised us to separate and escape, we should be close to our destination! Did you see who attacked us, anyway?"
She heads to where she was already going before, but running and choosing a path where the branches are low and dense, so that a creature as large as the one that has been able to inflict such a blow must be slower.