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Nif sneak attack: 11
OOC: Ha! Exactly what was left.
Vondal and Nif both fire projectiles at the owlbear as it leers over Adrom. Vondal's catches the creature in the shoulder and it throws its head back to howl at the sky, exposing its throat. Nif aims and fires, his bolt sinking in below the massive chin. It swipes at the bolt, pulling it out, but then the blood comes like a torrent. The owlbear howls again as it sways on its feet. It falls sideways, luckily missing Zander, Karl and Adrom. The blood continues to flow, turning the creature's fur and feathers black.
As tempting as it might've been to celebrate, Vondal rushed over to Karl's side if Adrom doesn't bit him to the punch, shouting "Uncle! Zander!"along the way. The monk becomes a flurry of activity as starts treating Karl's wounds as best he could with a healer's kit, arresting the bleeding. It is not until finished that Vondal allows tension to finally ease from his shoulders. If by the time he's down however, and either Adrom or Nif hadn't been able to see to Zander, that he turns around to treat him as well. "That was far, FAR too close for comfort. I should've been more forward about staying in the cave." He grumbles, and then glares over at the creature. "What is that thing, anyhow?"
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First of all I want to apologize guys. RL really caught me past two weeks. Nothing serious but enough things to keep me busy. Things should be calming down now and I shoudl be able to keep on track for the next couple of weeks unitl a normality is completely restored here. In the meantime feel free to push onward and bot my character as you feel appropiate not to delay the game in case I miss a day or two.
Adrom runs towards Zander and ask Moradin for help to heal him with any divine energy he can muster.
"Not by much thanks to the Adrom and the blessing's of the All Father bestowed upon us. A good thing too, considering the circumstances." Vondal admits as much after having watched Adrom worked. "In any case, we should either drag this one a ways, or move the camp upwind a bit more, least we have to deal with scavangers next. Assuming--" He eyes the owlbear corpse uneasily but at length. "It 'can' even be consumed... Actually, we are running low on rations anyhow... Does anyone wish to do the honors, or shall I?" He looks about to the others as he pulled out an old skinning knife.
If none volunteers, a still rather groggy Vondal sets to work, sacrificing at least some of his sleep if need be.
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(@DDP: I fracked up by not doing a medicine check or something to see if its not diseased, let alone eatable. But oh well.)
A very much exhausted Vondal mutely cursed himself for his diligence and stubbornness. But what was done was done, so he turned his focus towards making a large and hardy meal out of the bear for breakfast. A proper dwarf breakfast! What he doesn't wind up cooking directly over the fire, he either boils or fries on a pan. Short of their being any local seasonings within 40 feet of the camp to grab, he uses up what few he had on his person for the job to make it spicy.
All of it he tries to cook in one go over two campfires. But if there's plenty left by the time everyone is done eating(if any even try), Vondal tries to discard the rest far enough off the road as to not attract scavengers to it. What with him having no way to preserve it in a timely fashion. At the end of it all, whenever the group is ready to move, Vondal trudges along in the back, half-dead on his feet by all appearance.
Vondal tiredly nods in agreement. "Mn! The sooner we get to town the better. Between last nights encounters, the bloody Ogre, and then... those hobgoblins..."He shakes head while rubbing his forehead. "Back to Phandalin indeed!"
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It's a fairly uneventful three and a half days back to Phandalin. Just before midday the fourth day, the party arrives back in Phandalin. Almost as soon as they pass through the ruin of the old wall, a couple townsfolk spot them and call hearty greetings, waving. Somehow, the street seems brighter and more lively. There are more people milling about. It's louder.
Vondal broadly smiles and waves at people that notice the party in turn. "Woof. I never thought I'd say this about another place other than Neverwinter. But it is good to be back in Phandalin."He admitted while watching the scenery pass. "But rest will have to wait a bit. I'm gonna head to the temple to talk to the lass last about her Book issue. And maybe -- hopefully, find out if the town has a practicing hedge wizard about. Got some... ideas for the future."Vondal smile falters, but only for a moment. "I assume the rest of ya are gonna find Sildar about that Orc reward, right? Shall we meet back at the Inn? Or by barthens to resupply and maybe get a new... Shite... we never did -- One of ya ask Sildar if anyone found a missing cart and Ox by the way?"
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Nif sneak attack: 11
OOC: Ha! Exactly what was left.
Vondal and Nif both fire projectiles at the owlbear as it leers over Adrom. Vondal's catches the creature in the shoulder and it throws its head back to howl at the sky, exposing its throat. Nif aims and fires, his bolt sinking in below the massive chin. It swipes at the bolt, pulling it out, but then the blood comes like a torrent. The owlbear howls again as it sways on its feet. It falls sideways, luckily missing Zander, Karl and Adrom. The blood continues to flow, turning the creature's fur and feathers black.
OOC2: Everyone earns 140 XP.
As tempting as it might've been to celebrate, Vondal rushed over to Karl's side if Adrom doesn't bit him to the punch, shouting "Uncle! Zander!" along the way. The monk becomes a flurry of activity as starts treating Karl's wounds as best he could with a healer's kit, arresting the bleeding. It is not until finished that Vondal allows tension to finally ease from his shoulders. If by the time he's down however, and either Adrom or Nif hadn't been able to see to Zander, that he turns around to treat him as well. "That was far, FAR too close for comfort. I should've been more forward about staying in the cave." He grumbles, and then glares over at the creature. "What is that thing, anyhow?"
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Zander snores a bit and coughs up some blood. Then snores a little more.
"Ignorance is bliss, and you look absolutely miserable."
Whilst Vondal deals with the wounds, NIf does a sweep of the campsite and keeps watch for any sign of another creature lurking in the shadows.
Adrom does beat Vondal to the punch (saving him his healer's kit uses), healing Karl for 9 and Zander for 6.
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Nif, you sweep the campsite and see no signs of any other owlbears.
First of all I want to apologize guys. RL really caught me past two weeks. Nothing serious but enough things to keep me busy. Things should be calming down now and I shoudl be able to keep on track for the next couple of weeks unitl a normality is completely restored here. In the meantime feel free to push onward and bot my character as you feel appropiate not to delay the game in case I miss a day or two.
Adrom runs towards Zander and ask Moradin for help to heal him with any divine energy he can muster.
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Zander gasps as his eyes fly open.
"Godammit... not again."
He sighs and stands up, struggling for a moment.
"Is anyone really hurt?"
"Ignorance is bliss, and you look absolutely miserable."
"Not by much thanks to the Adrom and the blessing's of the All Father bestowed upon us. A good thing too, considering the circumstances." Vondal admits as much after having watched Adrom worked. "In any case, we should either drag this one a ways, or move the camp upwind a bit more, least we have to deal with scavangers next. Assuming--" He eyes the owlbear corpse uneasily but at length. "It 'can' even be consumed... Actually, we are running low on rations anyhow... Does anyone wish to do the honors, or shall I?" He looks about to the others as he pulled out an old skinning knife.
If none volunteers, a still rather groggy Vondal sets to work, sacrificing at least some of his sleep if need be.
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Harvesting: 4, if helped: 6.
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While Vondal is cleaning the kill, what is everyone else doing?
Karl just sits quietly - head in hands - obviously deep in thought!
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Nif stays on watch
The rest of the night is uneventful, save for Vondal doing a passable job of removing some meat from the owlbear's carcass to fix for breakfast.
Vondal, take one point of exhaustion. Everyone else gets to hit that long rest button.
You have raw owlbear meat. What are you doing to do with it?
(@DDP: I fracked up by not doing a medicine check or something to see if its not diseased, let alone eatable. But oh well.)
A very much exhausted Vondal mutely cursed himself for his diligence and stubbornness. But what was done was done, so he turned his focus towards making a large and hardy meal out of the bear for breakfast. A proper dwarf breakfast! What he doesn't wind up cooking directly over the fire, he either boils or fries on a pan. Short of their being any local seasonings within 40 feet of the camp to grab, he uses up what few he had on his person for the job to make it spicy.
All of it he tries to cook in one go over two campfires. But if there's plenty left by the time everyone is done eating(if any even try), Vondal tries to discard the rest far enough off the road as to not attract scavengers to it. What with him having no way to preserve it in a timely fashion. At the end of it all, whenever the group is ready to move, Vondal trudges along in the back, half-dead on his feet by all appearance.
Only if a Cooking Check is NECESSARY:
Cooking: 10.
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Vondal works hard to make a good meal and is successful. Everyone eats their fill. Are you heading straight back to Phandalin?
Karl comes out of his funk and says "right lets head back to town!"
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Vondal tiredly nods in agreement. "Mn! The sooner we get to town the better. Between last nights encounters, the bloody Ogre, and then... those hobgoblins..." He shakes head while rubbing his forehead. "Back to Phandalin indeed!"
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" A good night sleep and a hot bath could be good for us!" replies Adrom in agreement with the rest.
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It's a fairly uneventful three and a half days back to Phandalin. Just before midday the fourth day, the party arrives back in Phandalin. Almost as soon as they pass through the ruin of the old wall, a couple townsfolk spot them and call hearty greetings, waving. Somehow, the street seems brighter and more lively. There are more people milling about. It's louder.
OOC: Hit your long rest button for good measure.
Vondal broadly smiles and waves at people that notice the party in turn. "Woof. I never thought I'd say this about another place other than Neverwinter. But it is good to be back in Phandalin." He admitted while watching the scenery pass. "But rest will have to wait a bit. I'm gonna head to the temple to talk to the lass last about her Book issue. And maybe -- hopefully, find out if the town has a practicing hedge wizard about. Got some... ideas for the future." Vondal smile falters, but only for a moment. "I assume the rest of ya are gonna find Sildar about that Orc reward, right? Shall we meet back at the Inn? Or by barthens to resupply and maybe get a new... Shite... we never did -- One of ya ask Sildar if anyone found a missing cart and Ox by the way?"
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Karl just grumbles something unintelligible and says "I'm off to get a beer!" as he heads for the nearest Alehouse.
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