Looking over everyone first to make sure no one was badly hurt, Misha approached Persephone with a look of caution and curiosity. She waited for Jill and Persephone to finish talking before she spoke up, with the newcomer looking at her. She sized her up but took no action.

"How do you know about Acheron?" she asked warily. "And why are you looking for Avernus? What are you doing here?"

“Acheron?  Only read about it in inter office memos and tourist guides. Heard all about the history of the place, though, and have wanted to visit it for eons. My Queen, bless her, has a keen interest in learning all she can about this great big ‘ol universe of ours, and so she sends agents like little ‘ol me out and about (she points to herself proudly) to pick up morsels of information. Heard there is some rumblins’ a’brewing up in Avernus, so she sent me to get the lay of the land, so to speak. Ya’ll heading that way?  Mind if I hitch a ride?” 

"We hef a tourist guide?" Misha said blankly. "Yes, we are headed that way." then, she laughed. "Such interesting peeple we have met thees past month of two, ah?"

"Yes, we have met some very interesting people. I will go make room in the cart for Persephone." Tourist guides? Inter-office memos? What kind of place is the Shadowfell?

Something was gnawing at Misha so badly, she showed it physically. "How could Acheron hef tourist acteeveety?! Don't peeple know we hef been at war weeth Hell since before thees star systeem was even a mote of dust? Ees no safe bek home, no. Eet makes no sense, makes Misha's brain hurt, like muscles after a week long workout session." she shook her head, sadly. "Hed no idea we had such program. I guess something theengs Misha no understand, ya?"

Once Jill is finished making room in the carriage, she goes back over to Misha and whispers. "To be honest my friend, I have no idea what she is talking about either. I did not know that the Shadowfell was so, how you say, bureaucratic. But we have a fair amount of time to travel with her and learn more about the Shadowfell and how your home might have tourist activities."

EPISODE EIGHT - RAIDERS OF THE REACHING WOODS

We continued our journey to Baldur's Gate. We were on the Trade Way between the towns of Triel and Scornubel. A fresh breeze blew over the plains that early afternoon, rustling the tall grass and showering us with the scent of fresh wildflowers. In the distance, you saw the edge of the Reaching Wood, and the mighty River Chionthar cutting through it. In time, that river will guide us straight from Elturel to Baldur’s Gate, our map led us to believed. Then, the wind changed. It blew westward, from the woods, and a foul scent assaulted our senses. Blood. Musk. Rot. Something was coming.

DC 15 Wisdom (Perception) check: ?????

Perception: 8

Persephoneception: 4

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Something was gnawing at Misha so badly, she showed it physically. "How could Acheron hef tourist acteeveety?! Don't peeple know we hef been at war weeth Hell since before thees star systeem was even a mote of dust? Ees no safe bek home, no. Eet makes no sense, makes Misha's brain hurt, like muscles after a week long workout session." she shook her head, sadly. "Hed no idea we had such program. I guess something theengs Misha no understand, ya?"

Forgetting that folk of the prime material plane see and sense time differently than those of the Shadow, Persephone is at first confused by Misha’s misunderstanding. Then it dawned on her. “Oh, sorry dear, I sometimes forget in my old age how folk not of the Shadowfell perceive time. You see, I came into being....err, was born?  No. That’s not it. Let’s just say that I’ve been around the block a few times. I’ve witnessed the dawn and fall of civilizations, via memos such as they are, since welllllll before you were born. Acheron usedta be, before the war, a prime tourist attraction!  I’ve seen pictures of beach cubes that look downright fab-u-lous!  Perfect for gals of your stunning physique to layabout without a care in the world.”  She trails off, as if lost in memories of eons long ago. 

Nok Nok tends to pay little attention: 5

Misha looks at Persephone with a very clear, twisted, look on her face, as if what you're saying was completely ridiculous and non-realistic. She was about to protest, when she followed the gaze of a few of you who have noticed that about a thousand feet away off in the hills is a small horde of bandits, on all fours, "galloping" towards the caravan! What madness is this?

Meep tilts her head and squints at the oncoming bandits. "Should we... Do something about that?" Her fingers are already glowing outside of her gloves slightly with arcane magic.

(Pre round or no?)

Init: 19

Sure, go for it. Those that have a ranged attack may take a pre-round action.

Preround attack:

With a quick flick of her wrist, Meep sends a burst of flame at the bandit leading the pack (whichever is front and center).

Attack: 13 Damage: 3

Meep19

Meep takes a shot at one of the bandits, and it's a hit! A weak one, but still a hit. Misha leaps out of the caravan, armored up, and gets ready to hold the line.

Misha: 14

Bandit1: 21
Bandit2: 8
Bandit3: 20
Bandit4: 20
Bandit5: 5
Bandit6: 20
Bandit7: 3
Bandit8: 7
Bandit9: 13
Bandit10: 9

Anyone else have a ranged attack?

Meep19, Bandit6(3), Bandit5(11), Bandit1(11), Bandit7(11), Bandit10(11), Bandit8(11), Misha6, Bandit2(11), Bandit3(11), Bandit4(11), Bandit9(11)

“Cory!” Amelia calls out, jumping out of the wagon to hold the front line with Misha.

”On it, mama!” Corrin shouts as she readies her bow and knocks back an arrow at bandit6!

Attack: 19 Damage: 4

Cory: 12

Ame: 10

With practiced clumsiness, desk-job Persephone quickly takes out her longbow, knocks an arrow, and shoots it at CleanBandit4:

Attack: 16 Damage: 7

Follow up Initiative: 4

Jill pulls out her sword and slashes into her arm, lighting it up as she waits for the bandits to close in. 

Jill: 19