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(Hey chief, at work so I'll post while I'm on break. Don't put the response of until Gaelfan responds)
Even in a groggy state, Bardan waved his shovel wildly to scare the Stirge off from latching onto him. It just so happened one of those wild swings was intended to swat the beast like a fly
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Brac lets the creature slide off his arm and it hits the ground. He finds the next one, prepares his javelin and throws it at the last remaining Stirge.
The party can finish their long rest. The rest of the night is uneventful. The party awakens to a few shafts of sunlight making its way through the thick canopy of trees.
"Phew, let's hope there won't be anymore surprises." Elyot checks himself briefly, seemingly unscathed from the battle. Then curls up to continue his rest. He wakes up early to eat some dried fruit and stale bread with cheese for breakfast. Poking around near the campsite, on the lookout for anything which might be worth harvesting for his tailoring. Nature: 4
"We should make haste", remarks Galfaen, though showing little outward sign of impatience. He seems to have barely rested at all, and does not partake of breakfast, yet he seems as fit and ready as any of the company. "I suspect we will encounter more trouble today. If this were an easy job, it would not have required all of us."
Brac picks up the chest from the ground and puts it back on his shoulder once more. "I agree, if we are all rested up we should get moving." Brac smiles. "I have never seen those bloodsuckers before haha, cant believe they went or the same arm as the frog!" Brac chuckles to himself.
"Let's get a move on then." Elyot takes a second to look over the map in order to get a better lay of the land and plot their next course forward. "I'm starting to feel like this job is worth a whole lot than we were promised." Swinging his bag and crossbow over his shoulder, waiting for the others to pack up.
The party quickly sets out and travels through the morning. Its midday when they hear screams for help. They see a women with black frazzled hair stuck in the mud. She struggles, but is unable to free her legs from the wet mud.
The deep mud area has 20 ft radius. It surrounded by hills with thick bushes and vibrant red trees.
During the morning, Bardan decided to make breakfast for the party. Small nuts and berries, roasted over a hot fire. They tasted incredibly good, considering how small they were. "We will allay our fears, friends. This journey will give us much glory! And money, to boot!". Flicking up his rucksack, the Firbolg was ready to move along with the rest of the party.
As the day passes, the humidity of the swamp managed to get the best of Bardan. He was drinking like a horse. Upon hearing the screams of a woman calling for help, his GLORIOUS desire to help the helpless kicked in. "Cobbs, we must aid this fellow!". Pulling a length of rope from his sack, he looked at the woman. "We shall pull, together."
"Fear not, fine maiden! We five have come to save you from this fate."
"Your enthusiasm is, uh-... admirable, Bardan." Elyot wiped his brow with the back of his hand as the party gets moving. "We should ask for more coin once we meet with this supposed person, when we reach Creepingvale."
Once they come across the woman in distress, Elyot seem more reluctant than worried at first. Casting a weary gaze about their surroundings before turning his attention towards the woman. Perception:7
No just go to your character sheet to your health and there is an option to add damage or health. Put in 6 and click on damage
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(Hey chief, at work so I'll post while I'm on break. Don't put the response of until Gaelfan responds)
Even in a groggy state, Bardan waved his shovel wildly to scare the Stirge off from latching onto him. It just so happened one of those wild swings was intended to swat the beast like a fly
Longsword 23
Attack 7
Galfaen hurls his mote of flame at an unattached stirge (Stirge 3?): Attack 17 damage 5.
He then grasps his oaken staff, casting shillelagh on it as a bonus action.
2 Stirges die and only stirge 4 remains alive.
Its Brac's turn.
Brac lets the creature slide off his arm and it hits the ground. He finds the next one, prepares his javelin and throws it at the last remaining Stirge.
Attack Roll : 24
Damage If Hit: Attack: 1+2=3
The last stirge dies to Brac.
The party can finish their long rest. The rest of the night is uneventful. The party awakens to a few shafts of sunlight making its way through the thick canopy of trees.
"Phew, let's hope there won't be anymore surprises." Elyot checks himself briefly, seemingly unscathed from the battle. Then curls up to continue his rest. He wakes up early to eat some dried fruit and stale bread with cheese for breakfast. Poking around near the campsite, on the lookout for anything which might be worth harvesting for his tailoring. Nature: 4
How does one heal themselves? is that something that we hit the long rest button on the character sheet?
"We should make haste", remarks Galfaen, though showing little outward sign of impatience. He seems to have barely rested at all, and does not partake of breakfast, yet he seems as fit and ready as any of the company. "I suspect we will encounter more trouble today. If this were an easy job, it would not have required all of us."
Brac picks up the chest from the ground and puts it back on his shoulder once more. "I agree, if we are all rested up we should get moving." Brac smiles. "I have never seen those bloodsuckers before haha, cant believe they went or the same arm as the frog!" Brac chuckles to himself.
"Let's get a move on then." Elyot takes a second to look over the map in order to get a better lay of the land and plot their next course forward. "I'm starting to feel like this job is worth a whole lot than we were promised." Swinging his bag and crossbow over his shoulder, waiting for the others to pack up.
"That arm must be particularly tasty", Galfaen deadpans. "Very handy if we run out of food."
The party quickly sets out and travels through the morning. Its midday when they hear screams for help. They see a women with black frazzled hair stuck in the mud. She struggles, but is unable to free her legs from the wet mud.
The deep mud area has 20 ft radius. It surrounded by hills with thick bushes and vibrant red trees.
During the morning, Bardan decided to make breakfast for the party. Small nuts and berries, roasted over a hot fire. They tasted incredibly good, considering how small they were. "We will allay our fears, friends. This journey will give us much glory! And money, to boot!". Flicking up his rucksack, the Firbolg was ready to move along with the rest of the party.
As the day passes, the humidity of the swamp managed to get the best of Bardan. He was drinking like a horse. Upon hearing the screams of a woman calling for help, his GLORIOUS desire to help the helpless kicked in. "Cobbs, we must aid this fellow!". Pulling a length of rope from his sack, he looked at the woman. "We shall pull, together."
"Fear not, fine maiden! We five have come to save you from this fate."
If anyone wants to stop da man now is the time
"Your enthusiasm is, uh-... admirable, Bardan." Elyot wiped his brow with the back of his hand as the party gets moving. "We should ask for more coin once we meet with this supposed person, when we reach Creepingvale."
Once they come across the woman in distress, Elyot seem more reluctant than worried at first. Casting a weary gaze about their surroundings before turning his attention towards the woman. Perception: 7
"She's out here all on her own?" He mutters.
"I fear this is a trap! be cautions friends"
Perception 6
"Hang on Bardan let me give you a hand!" Brac tramples his way to Bardan not having any concept of the possibility of a trap.
The women firmly grasps the rope. "Please pull me out"
Alhorn notices movement in the nearby bushes.