Interestingly, the circle you draw, as near as possible the two bears, including Puddin, and with the predefined radius, is unique. Where one more non redundant condition imposed, it would be impossible, and one less, there would be multiple, possibly infinite options.
Figures within the fog are heavily obscured. Based on your current position, for instance, it is impossible for you to look across the full expanse of that space and see the bears, or to see Puddin.
Edit: Melee combat inside the fog would be that you would attack, when it's even possible, at disadvantage. And if you are in the fog, anything attacking *you* is striking at a disadvantage.
The bear cub, still anxious because of Puddin's magically booming voice, goes to shield itself behind its mother.
Puddin, you may, if you wish, take a leaving engagement strike against the bear cub. Because you are in the fog, you would roll the attack at disadvantage. Which means - again, if you want to - roll twice to hit, and take the lower number. That's all on the bear cub's turn.
Whether you attack the cub or not, Puddin, it's your turn after the cub moves back. Then it's the bear's turn.
2. Roll for stealth. I wouldn't ordinarily let you roll for stealth against something right in your face, but you are heavily obscured, so I'll allow it.
I see you went due west, not east. I'll assume you did not mean "east," and instead meant what you did on the map. You also did not move diagonally. You can move diagonal squares just as fast as regular N/S/E/W squares, so if you'd wanted to join the party you pretty much could have.
Frightened, Puddin stumbles on the uneven dirt road as she pushes through the fog. She is not as quiet as she wanted to be, but between the nerves and the fog, that's easily forgiven.
The bear, for her part, has no interest in pursuing the party into the fog, now that she has her baby to herself, and she can no longer see her quarry, anyway. She does not bellow or do anything dramatic; you can all hear her simply snuffling away her cub, and the two of them walking back up into the trees.
Your destination remains to the east, back into the fog and toward the direction you just fled from. What do you do?
“Ah, it was nothing. I’m sure you and your stick would have made short work of those adorable fluffies, but your skill with the flute was much more impressive. No need to hurt one of nature’s beauties when it can be avoided. And Puddin, that’s quite the set of chords you’ve got. You must sing for us some time.”
All that said, Barnaby is visibly blushing and quite tickled with himself.
With sudden recollection of the task before them, Barnaby will release his concentration on the fog letting it dissipate to nothing. He will then encourage the group eastward down the road as he rummages through his pack looking for something tasty to nibble on as they walk.
“Did you ask if I know of Waterdeep Puddin? It’s where I hail from. Spent a few centuries there, granted most of it I was either buried in work at the library or home with my wife and kids. Didn’t really get out much. Is that where you’re from too? If so, I’m ashamed that we’ve never met, though you’re such a young lady, we’d travel in different circles. I dare say, even my kids have quite a few years on you.”
You wait a moment to make sure the bears are gone, and you proceed eastward.
As the evening approaches and the light fades, you see a campfire ahead, with (at a distance) a wagon and several people moving about in the area. They appear to have several horses nearby as well.
Nothing about this group suggests danger. You are, however, still some distance away.
Føpé, hunkering down low, quitely addresses the party, trying to pantomime what he's saying for Barnaby, I have a knack for moving quietly, do any of you as well?
“I have quite the skill for saying the right thing at the wrong time. I also make a nice cheese soufflé. Sneaking about int the shadows, is not a particular skill of mine, but neither do I consider myself a liability at it.”
”I read once of the great assassin Preston ‘The Night Blade’ Jones, who was said to be able to move through the shadows like an inky breeze through a treacle pudding.”
“Weren’t we just supposed to have a nice talk with these folk anyway? I mean, what could possibly go wrong?”
You peer into the distance. You can estimate maybe eight or more people, none of them obviously anything other than human. You are fairly confident there are two wagons, and a few horses, probably for pulling wagons and not for riding. At this distance you can't make out any meaningful detail, other than that.
Fope, with his younger eyes, gets a better sense of what's going on around the fire.
It looks like a campsite in moderate-party mode. Eight or nine people, probably humans, at or near the fire. Some dancing, some drinking. You would guess they are drinking something stronger than water out of those skins. They do not dress precisely like the gypsies you've been traveling with, but they have some similarities: bright colors, easy manner with each other, wares suggesting some crafting they do as they travel. You don't see any obvious display of weapons, though you imagine that they are not completely unarmed. The road has its dangers. But this is not a group, as far as you can tell, looking for a fight.
There is one figure seated on a mat by the fire. He appears to be older than the others. You would guess, just from the fact that he's sitting on some kind of a rug or something rather than the bare ground, that he is a figure of some significance in this crowd.
As you stand on the road, peering into the distance, you catch a whiff of their cook fire, as well. You cannot see what they are cooking, but it smells delicious.
Interestingly, the circle you draw, as near as possible the two bears, including Puddin, and with the predefined radius, is unique. Where one more non redundant condition imposed, it would be impossible, and one less, there would be multiple, possibly infinite options.
Figures within the fog are heavily obscured. Based on your current position, for instance, it is impossible for you to look across the full expanse of that space and see the bears, or to see Puddin.
Edit: Melee combat inside the fog would be that you would attack, when it's even possible, at disadvantage. And if you are in the fog, anything attacking *you* is striking at a disadvantage.
The bear cub, still anxious because of Puddin's magically booming voice, goes to shield itself behind its mother.
Puddin, you may, if you wish, take a leaving engagement strike against the bear cub. Because you are in the fog, you would roll the attack at disadvantage. Which means - again, if you want to - roll twice to hit, and take the lower number. That's all on the bear cub's turn.
Whether you attack the cub or not, Puddin, it's your turn after the cub moves back. Then it's the bear's turn.
Puddin uses her stealth to move to the east of the fog.
Do I need to roll a d20 for this stealth?
Here's what I want you to do.
1. Take the disengage action, like I said.
2. Roll for stealth. I wouldn't ordinarily let you roll for stealth against something right in your face, but you are heavily obscured, so I'll allow it.
I see you went due west, not east. I'll assume you did not mean "east," and instead meant what you did on the map. You also did not move diagonally. You can move diagonal squares just as fast as regular N/S/E/W squares, so if you'd wanted to join the party you pretty much could have.
Let's see that stealth roll!
15
Frightened, Puddin stumbles on the uneven dirt road as she pushes through the fog. She is not as quiet as she wanted to be, but between the nerves and the fog, that's easily forgiven.
The bear, for her part, has no interest in pursuing the party into the fog, now that she has her baby to herself, and she can no longer see her quarry, anyway. She does not bellow or do anything dramatic; you can all hear her simply snuffling away her cub, and the two of them walking back up into the trees.
Your destination remains to the east, back into the fog and toward the direction you just fled from. What do you do?
Føpé addresses Barnaby, a bit loudly to be sure he hears, Well done.
“Ah, it was nothing. I’m sure you and your stick would have made short work of those adorable fluffies, but your skill with the flute was much more impressive. No need to hurt one of nature’s beauties when it can be avoided. And Puddin, that’s quite the set of chords you’ve got. You must sing for us some time.”
All that said, Barnaby is visibly blushing and quite tickled with himself.
With sudden recollection of the task before them, Barnaby will release his concentration on the fog letting it dissipate to nothing. He will then encourage the group eastward down the road as he rummages through his pack looking for something tasty to nibble on as they walk.
“Did you ask if I know of Waterdeep Puddin? It’s where I hail from. Spent a few centuries there, granted most of it I was either buried in work at the library or home with my wife and kids. Didn’t really get out much. Is that where you’re from too? If so, I’m ashamed that we’ve never met, though you’re such a young lady, we’d travel in different circles. I dare say, even my kids have quite a few years on you.”
You wait a moment to make sure the bears are gone, and you proceed eastward.
As the evening approaches and the light fades, you see a campfire ahead, with (at a distance) a wagon and several people moving about in the area. They appear to have several horses nearby as well.
Nothing about this group suggests danger. You are, however, still some distance away.
Føpé, hunkering down low, quitely addresses the party, trying to pantomime what he's saying for Barnaby, I have a knack for moving quietly, do any of you as well?
I have a little skill, but do tend to rattle on occasion
“I have quite the skill for saying the right thing at the wrong time. I also make a nice cheese soufflé. Sneaking about int the shadows, is not a particular skill of mine, but neither do I consider myself a liability at it.”
”I read once of the great assassin Preston ‘The Night Blade’ Jones, who was said to be able to move through the shadows like an inky breeze through a treacle pudding.”
“Weren’t we just supposed to have a nice talk with these folk anyway? I mean, what could possibly go wrong?”
I will look at the party around the fire to see if, by their actions, I can tell which one is in charge.
3
insight +1
investigation +3
peeception +1
edit: poop
You peer into the distance. You can estimate maybe eight or more people, none of them obviously anything other than human. You are fairly confident there are two wagons, and a few horses, probably for pulling wagons and not for riding. At this distance you can't make out any meaningful detail, other than that.
At this distance, I figure you're just trying to see what you can see. Which is Perception. Others are welcome to roll it, as well.
Perception: 21
Fope, with his younger eyes, gets a better sense of what's going on around the fire.
It looks like a campsite in moderate-party mode. Eight or nine people, probably humans, at or near the fire. Some dancing, some drinking. You would guess they are drinking something stronger than water out of those skins. They do not dress precisely like the gypsies you've been traveling with, but they have some similarities: bright colors, easy manner with each other, wares suggesting some crafting they do as they travel. You don't see any obvious display of weapons, though you imagine that they are not completely unarmed. The road has its dangers. But this is not a group, as far as you can tell, looking for a fight.
There is one figure seated on a mat by the fire. He appears to be older than the others. You would guess, just from the fact that he's sitting on some kind of a rug or something rather than the bare ground, that he is a figure of some significance in this crowd.
As you stand on the road, peering into the distance, you catch a whiff of their cook fire, as well. You cannot see what they are cooking, but it smells delicious.
As Barnaby talks down his stealth ability there is a bit of tottering at his ear.
”Oh! Right. Tulip here is quite the sneak, and if spotted, she shouldn’t look out of place. Go have a look, would you Tulip?”
Tulip will do a flyby of the campsite, not directly overhead, but nearby.
Stealth
13
Perception with advantage for site and hearing
15
12