Farin aims his staff at Su-Monster 2, releasing a bolt of white-hot flame at the creature.

Action Fire Bolt at Su-Monster 2. To Hit: 6. Damage: 4

Combat Order:

Naivara (9/23) Musharib (37/37) Zee (81/91) Slem (13/13)  Su-Monsters #1(35) Su-Monster #2(28), Su-Monster #3(34), Su-Monster #4 (38), Zubeki (12/12), Morfinnion (18/18) Vrak (18/18), Farin (16/16) Jolly (11/17) 

Farin is up, (I have pre-posts for Jolly, Naivara, and Slem) 

Farin aims his staff at Su-Monster 2, releasing a bolt of white-hot flame at the creature hitting it in the side, It's fur burnt in a couple of places. (2 damage)

"Dying... Weak?" Jolly mumbles in confusion. His eyes snap open a few seconds later. Coughing at first, then shaking his head, the giant-kin rolls over onto his knees, and eventually makes it back to his feet having grabbed his instinctively grasped his rune-engraved staff. In spite of some confusion, seeing one defender fall after the other, Jolly quiets the doubt with gruff huff, and then whips a finger towards Naivera as she feels the warming glow of healing course through her veins she awakes. (9 hp healed)

"Live!"* He says gutturally, calling forth the latent energy in the woman's spirit.  Using his staff as a crutch, he staggers his way over to the half-elf next. "Your time is not yet done, wanderer."** He whispers as he knelt down to feed Morfinnion a berry. (4 hp healed)

Naivara finds herself on the ground when her eyes open, taking a sharp breath feeling her head lightly throb in pain as she gets up. Gritting her teeth, Naivara swings at the su-monster looking not so happy at being felled by these creatures. Her greataxe cleaves through the beast, chopping it in two. Blood and guys begin to spill out of its body as it lands at Naivara's feet.

Musharib looks around the area and spots the last one and charges with his bone maul high over his head, as he gets close he swings down and the weight of the maul trips up Musharib and he goes falling to the ground.

Zee looks over at Morifinnion and speaks a quick word in Druidic as she points at him he feels the healing warmth spread through his body and is healed. (15 hp back)

Slem runs to the other Su-monster and yells and slowly get quieter " Would you please just for me please like an early whatever you think to celebrate the present, early or late, I accept both" The rapier slips between the su-monsters ribs and he gurgles as blood pours from its mouth as it slides to the ground dead.

As the fight winds down there are three new people that seemed to have come to your aid standing amongst you. 

Farin strolls over to the campsite. He is a tall man with a stern face, with grey eyes peeping out from underneath thick, bristling brows. His coiled brown locks are shorn about his shoulders, and he is clad in a travel-stained dark blue cloak and absurdly large black boots. A great walrus mustache completely covers his mouth, and his long, elegantly braided beard is tucked into a golden belt. In his hand he holds a gnarled wooden staff with a rough white gem held to its tip by sprawling fingers of wood.

"I'm Farin," he says. He has a thick Dwarvish (imagine it as Scottish) accent. "A few days ago my expedetion group set out to look for the Soulmonger. During the night, a T-Rex killed most of us. Me and the other two here are the only survivors. It's good to meet some other people out here. Now, who are ya all?

Morfinnion feels a sort of healing warmth course through his body as he watches the Su-monster cut down by one of the other warriors in this camp. He is a man of average height, Morfinnion, with broad shoulders and shoulder length, curly black hair, an oval face with a light stubble framing it, green eyes peering out from thin eyebrows, and he's wearing studded leather armor underneath a tan-brown cloak trimmed with fur at the top. At his waist is his sword-belt with his two scimitars that he now just sheathed.

"Indeed," he says in response to Farin, "it wasn't exactly the most welcoming thing to wake up to, a massive beast tearing into your companions like that. It was almost pure luck we made it out alive the way we did."

Naivara takes a deep breath, still pretty injured but she lightly shrugs off the pain as if it was nothing. She looks towards the newcomers, she catches her breath and then just sits down. She drops her weapon next to her as she avoids leaning against anything. Her gaze shifted to each newcomer as she speaks. "Alright, so we know one name. You two plan to tell us yours anytime soon?" She then tilts her head listening to them talk about what happened to their group, she then looks at the Su-Monster and hums. "Guess we all have at least some thing in common. That being rude awakenings."

Zee walks around the camp looking at each member, saying a soothing word in druidic when she spots someone injured. She makes sure everyone is fully healed before finally sitting down and eyeing the new people.

"I am Zee. These people are helping me clear out a forgotten temple I have found hidden deep within the jungle. We are only 2 days away from it now and you are welcome to join us. I am offering 100 gold to the group and we split the rest of the treasure, fifty/fifty. It will be dangerous, but so is the jungle as you well know."

Zee is a beautiful Chultan woman, that is wearing a leather outfit consisting of shorts, shirt, and Jacket. (looks like Indiana Jones outfit but shorts and is considered studded leather) A scimitar made up of ivory hangs from her belt and you can see a simple pearl ring on her finger. She has a large pack on the ground where she sits. Zee drinks some water and then applies Insect repellent afterward.

Musharib looks at the party and you think he grunts or something. "I'm the guide Musharib. They hired me and agreed to clear out my homeland that was taken over by firenewts. In exchange, I waived my fee and will guide them wherever they wish to go in the jungle."

Musharib gets up off the ground where he fell and sits over near his pack and applies insect repellent before drinking a waterskin. "I will go forage for food while you guys  get acquainted." 

Musharib is 4 feet 5 inches tall and weighs 140 pounds. He carries a bone maul named Skullbash. His armor is fashioned from the spatulate bones of dinosaurs, and it’s gashed and scarred by weapons, claws, and teeth. He is an albino dwarf. 

Musharib heads into the jungle and Zee gets up and follows him.

Vrak looks around at the camp, dead Su-monsters everywhere. One lays in 2 pieces near him.

"Nice job Naivara, well done."

When he looks around he sees three strangers amongst them. But he knows that they have aided them in defeating the su-monsters. Flaming Fist or perhaps the Gauntlet? Fist more likely, we are closer to them. Whoever they are, their aid was welcome.

"Welcome strangers" He speaks out loud, "Your timing was excellent. You aid is appreciated."

He listens to their story, taking in what he sees of them.

"It seems we have the same quest, we also seek the Soulmonger.  Perhaps we should join forces?  The jungle is fierce as we just saw.  I am Vrakvroth Esstyrlynn, but you may call me Vrak.  I am in service to Bahumut."

Vrak looks the newcomers up and down, appreciating what he sees.  A strong party will make this easier.  He suddenly realizes something.  "Tyrgram is gone. Did he die, did a beast drag his body into the jungle?" 

Naivara sighs in a bit of relief when the pain fades to a dull ache before disappearing completely. She looks at Vrak raising a brow once he mentions Tyrgram being gone. She gets up only to see Jolly already at his tent. She frowns a bit "I am sure he's alright Jolly. Perhaps he decided that this expedition was just not for him?" It was a light attempt to make the Firbolg feel better, though even she wasn't sure where Tyrgram had disappeared to. 

Cleaning off his sword Vrak comes over and looks at the tent himself.  

"Well, no matter.  It appears his gear is gone also. I am not going to go looking for him if he has run off."

Looking down at the dead monsters. "Zee and Mush went foraging so I take it these aren't much good for eating. " 

Vrak takes a long drink of water.   He then carefully applies the bug salve again for another day of protection. 

Moving over he examines his rain catcher and refills his waterskins. (2gal)

"Does everyone have enough water? There were five of us last night but now there are 4.  With the 9 gallons of water we collected that would be enough for the 4 of us of the original party.   How about you guys?" looking over at the newcomers " Do you have enough water for the day?  It looks like we have a gallon to spare unless Jolly the can sing water from the ground.   And it wouldn't surprise me if he could. "

Vrak helps clean up the camp and takes down his rain catcher and stows it for travel.

"Our guides will probably want to leave shortly after they return.  We can take a short rest and be ready to leave when they are. "

Vrak sits quietly for a few minutes and mentally assures himself his spells are prepared. 

Zubeki stands unscathed and only slightly rattled. He picks up his staff and walks into the center of the camp. He says with a cool, deadpan expression "I am Zubeki, this groups personal tailor and master of mending. I thank you for your support, am only glad that we were woken and not ambushed."

His eyes trail back to the dead creature by his tent. "Does anyone know more about these beasts? I mean, if they're even categorized as beasts." Zubeki stops, makes eye contact with Farin and nods a wizardly nod. He walks back and bends over the creatures, examining its hide and features to learn more. (Nature: 15)

His cuffs start to soak up the monster's blood as he tries to wriggle out his crossbow bolt. (Sleight of Hand: 10).

As Jolly looks around Tyrgrams tent he notices footprints leaving the tent and heading into the jungle going towards town. You assume he left sometime in the night while everyone was sleeping and slipped past the guard on duty, not wanting to alarm anyone. There is no struggle marks or any signs of fighting so you figure he left on his own accord.

An hour later Zee and Musharib come back with a fat boar that they captured. They already gutted it and cleaned it. Zee says a few words in Druidic and the campfire springs to life as Musharib makes a spit for the boar and begins cooking it. You notice he pulls out a small pouch from his pack and seasons the boar with some spices and leaves. Once done, you sit to a meal of roasted boar and some fresh water. When everything is done there are two pounds of meat left over that Zee hands to Jolly. "Here you go big fella, you could use it more."

 Musharib grins and rubs his belly after he finishes the boar, "I found tracks in the jungle heading back to the river from camp. Anyone missing?" 

Zee looks around the camp and notices that Tyrgram is missing. "Actually Musharib, the guy that hired me so to speak is missing, Tyrgram was it? Guess he had more pressing matters to deal with back home." Zee shrugs.

 Day 3 of the First Tenday

Approximately 6 am

You finish up breakfast as the sun is beginning to rise above the horizon, you catch glimpses of it through the tree and brush. 

"We need to head out within the next hour," Zee says to the group. "So finish up whatever you're doing. Are these new people coming with us? "

He introduced himself the prior night in front of everyone as Morfinnion around the pitted the boar and told them he was somewhat familiar with these parts considering he ranged a bit before he met the group that were killed by the T-Rex, then retired for the few hours to get a bit of rest.

Waking up dawn, he takes a drink from his waterskin, rubs the salve on any exposed skin, then puts on his cloak and takes a moment to run a whetstone across his scimitars, then stands and sheathes his weapons. "I'll be coming with you," he says as he walks over, "I'd rather have a strong party covering my back like yesterday instead of dying alone in the woods."

Once she is done with breakfast, Naivara drinks some water and applies some of the insect repelling salve onto herself. She looks at the others and then at Zee when she speaks. She raises a brow at Morfinnion's approach before faintly smiling. "I believe the majority would have to agree with you there, Morfinnion was it? I am Naivara if I haven't introduced myself already." She seems a little tense about the morning's attack and the sudden newcomers but is more relaxed than she had been now that she has had a bit of time to wind down. She quickly disassembles her tent, making sure she has everything before waiting for everyone else.

Vrak looks to Zee and Mush

"We honor any agreement made.   We have lost one but gained three and are stronger moving forward.  I am ready to go."

Zee smiles at Jolly's words and says "You're welcome. " in Druidic. 

"It was indeed most timely, you have my eternal gratitude, friend," he says to Jolly, then turns to Naivara, "A pleasure, Naivara. I believe you just did."

The goodberries Jolly had given him were indeed helpful, he doubted he could have made it without the aid. It seemed the affect of the T-rex attack had left him too shaken up to fight properly. Alas, seeing one's friends mauled to bits can do that; he was far too distracted and it nearly cost him his life. He needed to do better, he was trained to do better. Falling in such a manner could not happen again; he wouldn't let it.

Slem says to Morfinnion "I like death in the woods, it's nice pracful, besides the initial screech of course, that's my least favorite part but I do like sitting there in blood, in peace. A perfect afternoon if you ask me! Although eventually I don't like the blood after a while though. Say you won't tell any authority about this... Ok?"

Zubeki in his usual manner takes the time to cast his servant as a ritual, who proceeds to break down the tent. By the time Zubeki's bag is packed and ready, he has finished breakfast, drank water, and applied his salve.