Esseer gives a chuckle and says "Let's hope so too, all this effort will work up our appetites! Usually, I manage to keep Dryads at bay with some offerings of berries, but centipedes..." Esseers expression begins to shift "I've always hated centipedes. My father was the gravekeeper before me, and I looked up to him as a child almost as much as I do my god. Though one day he came home and looked pale and weak. The number of graves he could dig a day went from twenty, to ten, to five, to two, until he could barely lift his shovel." His face is now dark, his hood casting a shadow that obscures his eyes. "Eventually he died, and as his son I was left to dig his grave for him. And as I was lowering him into the ground I spotted just behind his ear, a blood-sucking centipede, thin as blade of grass yet still plump for its kind, sucking the blood from his lifeless body. I've hated them ever since, and it taught me that even the smallest things can turn a great man weak if not noticed." He lingers in the silence for a moment, before hanging his head back so his hood falls back over his shoulders, and his face looks towards the sky. "It's nice to have some company here in this quiet place. Takes you out of the gloom of it all." He then gets to work, unearthing dirt and pouring the brandy into it whilst chanting incantations, and placing minor wards that help stop the rare natural rise of undead from lingering fey magic. About halfway through, he looks over to Tambor, who although they seem to be looking around for danger, she's still just stood in place. "What are you waiting for?", he calls, "Come get stuck in, it won't kill you!", before passing her his shovel and getting back to work
Pre thing: Tambor uses Divine Sense to see if there's an undead, fiends, celestials, or Hallow effects within range of the dig.
Tambor chuckles as Esseer tosses her the shovel and starts to dig and joins him in the task. "Your father was a good man," she says. "It was a sad time when we lost him. I remember he took care of my mother's funeral." a tear starts to well up before she forces her attention elsewhere, "As good a reason to hate centipedes as one can have." She keeps digging, "It's a nice spot. Lots of trees. Some flowers. I can imagine the songs of birds filling the place when we're not here. My mother always like the calls of songbirds. Mourning doves, despite the name, have a rather soothing call."
Esseer gives a chuckle and says "Let's hope so too, all this effort will work up our appetites! Usually, I manage to keep Dryads at bay with some offerings of berries, but centipedes..." Esseers expression begins to shift "I've always hated centipedes. My father was the gravekeeper before me, and I looked up to him as a child almost as much as I do my god. Though one day he came home and looked pale and weak. The number of graves he could dig a day went from twenty, to ten, to five, to two, until he could barely lift his shovel." His face is now dark, his hood casting a shadow that obscures his eyes. "Eventually he died, and as his son I was left to dig his grave for him. And as I was lowering him into the ground I spotted just behind his ear, a blood-sucking centipede, thin as blade of grass yet still plump for its kind, sucking the blood from his lifeless body. I've hated them ever since, and it taught me that even the smallest things can turn a great man weak if not noticed." He lingers in the silence for a moment, before hanging his head back so his hood falls back over his shoulders, and his face looks towards the sky. "It's nice to have some company here in this quiet place. Takes you out of the gloom of it all." He then gets to work, unearthing dirt and pouring the brandy into it whilst chanting incantations, and placing minor wards that help stop the rare natural rise of undead from lingering fey magic. About halfway through, he looks over to Tambor, who although they seem to be looking around for danger, she's still just stood in place. "What are you waiting for?", he calls, "Come get stuck in, it won't kill you!", before passing her his shovel and getting back to work
Pre thing: Tambor uses Divine Sense to see if there's an undead, fiends, celestials, or Hallow effects within range of the dig.
Tambor chuckles as Esseer tosses her the shovel and starts to dig and joins him in the task. "Your father was a good man," she says. "It was a sad time when we lost him. I remember he took care of my mother's funeral." a tear starts to well up before she forces her attention elsewhere, "As good a reason to hate centipedes as one can have." She keeps digging, "It's a nice spot. Lots of trees. Some flowers. I can imagine the songs of birds filling the place when we're not here. My mother always like the calls of songbirds. Mourning doves, despite the name, have a rather soothing call."
[[ By the way, Tohor, I don't see Esseer in the campaign yet.
And, I'm forgetting, but which god is Esseer a follower of again? ]]
"That's a great hole you've got going there, you're a natural! Should make a fine grave for the unfortunate fellow that ends up in it." Esseer says as he finishes up the wards and abjurations to come over. "I remember your mother's funeral." he reminisces, "the ground had barely defrosted from the winter, yet the bluebells had began to spring up again already. My father always said that their little blue stems were the souls of those departed, so he made sure to find a spot for your mother filled with them! It took him all day to dig the hole, but it was for someone who really deserved it. I was only young at the time but I can remember so vividly how the songbirds on the branches of the trees, barely budding with new leaves, took flight when your mother was placed in her grave. I haven't heard their song in years now. She really was something special, your mother." Esseer stops and takes in the surroundings. Though the trees are bare and the forest quiet, he can feel the hope and regrowth emanating from this place. Perhaps the mourning doves will one day return to this very spot.
[I'm not sure what you mean when you say that you 'don't see Esseer in the campaign yet', but to answer your other question, he's a follower of Kelemvor :)]
Harbek hears soft rustling in the bush next to you. With that perception check, I would say you notice two Giant (Large sized) Brown Boars about 60 feet grazing in a meadow.
Thokk in his dire wolf form will use the element of surprise and shoot out at one of the boars trying to pull it to the ground.
OOC:
Attack: 20 Damage: 7
Bite. Melee Weapon Attack: +5 to hit, reach 5 ft., one target. Hit: (2d6 + 3) piercing damage. If the target is a creature, it must succeed on a DC 13 Strength saving throw or be knocked prone.
The hunting party took no time in springing on their prey. Zaupa moves in quickly and deadly causing massive damage to one of the boars, Thokk in his dire wolf form sinks his vicious fangs into the flesh of the Boar and slams it down as it winces from pain. Without missing a beat the shadowy Orc summons a crystal orb that flashes red before shooting out two beams of fiery bring the first Boar to the end of its life but the other Boar, while bloody, is still up. You all hear a large rumble but are not where it comes from.
One Boar down, One Boar to go ... at least it that how it appears.
With 31 points of damage, the Galath Barbarian slices the Giant Boar in half. But before you begin the harvesting a large trumple-like roar rings in your ears.
A Lowlands Elephant rips through the forest coming from your rear drops its head at full speed and tries to gore Ku.
Harbek runs up to the elephant and attempts to stab it with one of his shortswords: attack roll - 22 (14+8); damage - 7 piercing damage (2+5).
He then uses his extra attack to attempt to stab it again: attack roll - 27 (19+8); damage - 17 piercing damage (4+5+8 (Colossus Slayer))
He then uses his bonus action to attempt to stab it again with his offhand shortsword: attack roll - 27 (19+8); damage - 9 piercing damage (4+5 (two-weapon fighting style))
Ku imitates the dire wolf's head shake and head point. Ku sniffs the air, trying to get in touch with his animal spirit.
Tambor Arinahm
Pre thing: Tambor uses Divine Sense to see if there's an undead, fiends, celestials, or Hallow effects within range of the dig.
Tambor chuckles as Esseer tosses her the shovel and starts to dig and joins him in the task. "Your father was a good man," she says. "It was a sad time when we lost him. I remember he took care of my mother's funeral." a tear starts to well up before she forces her attention elsewhere, "As good a reason to hate centipedes as one can have." She keeps digging, "It's a nice spot. Lots of trees. Some flowers. I can imagine the songs of birds filling the place when we're not here. My mother always like the calls of songbirds. Mourning doves, despite the name, have a rather soothing call."
Athletics: 17+7 = 24 //for the digging
[[
By the way, Tohor, I don't see Esseer in the campaign yet.
And, I'm forgetting, but which god is Esseer a follower of again?
]]
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"That's a great hole you've got going there, you're a natural! Should make a fine grave for the unfortunate fellow that ends up in it." Esseer says as he finishes up the wards and abjurations to come over. "I remember your mother's funeral." he reminisces, "the ground had barely defrosted from the winter, yet the bluebells had began to spring up again already. My father always said that their little blue stems were the souls of those departed, so he made sure to find a spot for your mother filled with them! It took him all day to dig the hole, but it was for someone who really deserved it. I was only young at the time but I can remember so vividly how the songbirds on the branches of the trees, barely budding with new leaves, took flight when your mother was placed in her grave. I haven't heard their song in years now. She really was something special, your mother." Esseer stops and takes in the surroundings. Though the trees are bare and the forest quiet, he can feel the hope and regrowth emanating from this place. Perhaps the mourning doves will one day return to this very spot.
[I'm not sure what you mean when you say that you 'don't see Esseer in the campaign yet', but to answer your other question, he's a follower of Kelemvor :)]
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Harbek and Zapau are going hunting in the forest. (Harbek casts pass without a trace)
Harbek:
Survival check: 22 (12+10(favoured terrain))
Stealth check: 35 (17+18(pass without a trace))
Perception check: 26 (16+10(favoured terrain))
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Harbek hears soft rustling in the bush next to you. With that perception check, I would say you notice two Giant (Large sized) Brown Boars about 60 feet grazing in a meadow.
What do y'all do?
Zaupu tries to sneak up behind the boars.
18 Stealth check
Starts to rage
Then makes a reckless attack with his greataxe Attack: 22 Damage: 9
And uses extra attack with greataxe Attack: 25 Damage: 16
Ugh I shouldn't have edited for the extra attack. Shold have just made it a different post. It changed my first attack. Was originally 17 damage
With the good rolls getting here I will give everyone a surprise round then I roll initiatives for everyone.
23 initiative
Thokk in his dire wolf form will use the element of surprise and shoot out at one of the boars trying to pull it to the ground.
OOC:
Attack: 20 Damage: 7
Bite. Melee Weapon Attack: +5 to hit, reach 5 ft., one target. Hit: (2d6 + 3) piercing damage. If the target is a creature, it must succeed on a DC 13 Strength saving throw or be knocked prone.
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Surprise round attack
Ku casts a twinned Chromatic Orb (fire) from a 3rd level slot to hit both Giant Brown Boars,
First Boar, Chromatic Orb (fire, 3rd slot), Attack: 21 Damage: 26
Second Boar, Chromatic Orb (fire, 3rd slot), Attack: 19 Damage: 19
Harbak need your action
The hunting party took no time in springing on their prey. Zaupa moves in quickly and deadly causing massive damage to one of the boars, Thokk in his dire wolf form sinks his vicious fangs into the flesh of the Boar and slams it down as it winces from pain. Without missing a beat the shadowy Orc summons a crystal orb that flashes red before shooting out two beams of fiery bring the first Boar to the end of its life but the other Boar, while bloody, is still up. You all hear a large rumble but are not where it comes from.
One Boar down, One Boar to go ... at least it that how it appears.
INITIATIVE
Thokk, Zaupa (Group 1)
A little Suprise, Boars (Enemies)
Harbek, Ku (Group 2)
We will do actions in groups. GROUP 1 is up
Zaupu grips his greataxe tight with both hands and swings recklessly at the other boar. Attack: 26 Damage: 12
Then follows through with an extra attack Attack: 27 Damage: Unable to parse dice roll.
And as a bonus using Frenzy attack Attack: 18 Damage: 13
With 31 points of damage, the Galath Barbarian slices the Giant Boar in half. But before you begin the harvesting a large trumple-like roar rings in your ears.
A Lowlands Elephant rips through the forest coming from your rear drops its head at full speed and tries to gore Ku.
Gore attack: 15 Damage: 20
Ku also make a Strength Save for me.
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Ku attempts a Strength check DC 12 vs 15+1
(Group 2)
Ku feels the warm breath of the Lowland Elephant on his face and body as it menacingly towers before him.
Ku casts a spell to disorient the Elephant with psychic energies (mind sliver Intelligence Save DC 15, 8 psychic damage),
As a bonus action, Ku will teleport behind the Elephant so that he is 15 feet away. "Look, Brothers! More meat!"
Harbek runs up to the elephant and attempts to stab it with one of his shortswords: attack roll - 22 (14+8); damage - 7 piercing damage (2+5).
He then uses his extra attack to attempt to stab it again: attack roll - 27 (19+8); damage - 17 piercing damage (4+5+8 (Colossus Slayer))
He then uses his bonus action to attempt to stab it again with his offhand shortsword: attack roll - 27 (19+8); damage - 9 piercing damage (4+5 (two-weapon fighting style))
33 total damage
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