You recognise the creature as a Peryton, a flying monster that is driven by instict to devour the heart of a human (or as is evident, any humanoid) as part life cycle. These creatures fly alone or in pairs are are relentless in their attack on their chosen prey.
„I agree, let‘s get back to sleep. It would be to much trouble to search a new campsite now in the middle of the night... Whos turn is it for the watch? You could start to skin and butcher the corpses, although i don‘t know how useful this flying one is though.“ Gara adds, while Efeu already starts to scan the surounding again.
"So, we ready to get moving again?" Nasaar asks as he has his canon climb back onto his shoulder again. He verifies his heavy crossbow is ready to go, then glances to the others for someone to take the lead.
The guards glance at the badge before lowring their weapons.
"Auxilia, huh. You are permitted in. We can use some manpower. Report to the centurion, he will assign you your task."
Inside the complex you see a network of tunnels. The major tunnels seem to follow the layout of the legion camp: long straight tunnels, reinforced by stone where possible. The third dimension allows the defenders to fire from all directions at any attacker trying to break in. Narrow arrowslits line both the floor and the ceiling.
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"No. But will get better."
The firbolg continues to stand in the flickering flame and heal while his fiery companion flits about.
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DM: Forged in Chaos, Spiders of the Abyss, The Sundered Way, Champions of the Citadel
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Breldo, Halfling Ranger | Kathryn, Wood Elf Rogue/Ranger | Kroshav, Dragonborn Paladin | T'laren Farsiel, Wood Elf Fighter | Trill, Kenku Bard | Val "Janellae", Mark of Shadow Elf Warlock
Gruntor is bleeding from some wounds. "Have some hurts...would avoid more fights..."
The skies appear clear.
Gara roll Nature.
"Well we handled that fairly well." Nasaar says with a grunt as the last of the animals flees. "What now?"
Gara kneels next to the creature and studies it (nature: 22)
Attack: [roll]3d20dl2+6[/roll] Damage: [roll](if([roll:-1:critical], =0, 1d8, 2{1d8}.expand()))+4[/roll] Sneakattack: [roll](if([roll:-2:critical], =0, 2d6, 2{2d6}.expand()))[/roll]You recognise the creature as a Peryton, a flying monster that is driven by instict to devour the heart of a human (or as is evident, any humanoid) as part life cycle. These creatures fly alone or in pairs are are relentless in their attack on their chosen prey.
Gruntor will attempt to retrieve the three handaxes that he threw....."I wonders why the animals attack with flying things...?"
Gruntor retrieves his axes.
"Does it matter?" Nasaar asks as he leans his back against a tree. "Can we either set up camp or get moving again?"
„I agree, let‘s get back to sleep. It would be to much trouble to search a new campsite now in the middle of the night... Whos turn is it for the watch? You could start to skin and butcher the corpses, although i don‘t know how useful this flying one is though.“ Gara adds, while Efeu already starts to scan the surounding again.
Attack: [roll]3d20dl2+6[/roll] Damage: [roll](if([roll:-1:critical], =0, 1d8, 2{1d8}.expand()))+4[/roll] Sneakattack: [roll](if([roll:-2:critical], =0, 2d6, 2{2d6}.expand()))[/roll]You finish your night's rest without further incident.
"So, we ready to get moving again?" Nasaar asks as he has his canon climb back onto his shoulder again. He verifies his heavy crossbow is ready to go, then glances to the others for someone to take the lead.
Gara stretches his arms and legs out of his shell and yawns. “Good Morning. Of to the outpost, are we.”
Attack: [roll]3d20dl2+6[/roll] Damage: [roll](if([roll:-1:critical], =0, 1d8, 2{1d8}.expand()))+4[/roll] Sneakattack: [roll](if([roll:-2:critical], =0, 2d6, 2{2d6}.expand()))[/roll]Roll whatever skills checks you want to make on your journey.
Gruntor perception 24
Gruntor is nervous and looking for enemy...
Gara will try to find the outpost, while Efeu will ride on his shell and keep watch.
Gara survival: 9
Efeu perception: 8
Attack: [roll]3d20dl2+6[/roll] Damage: [roll](if([roll:-1:critical], =0, 1d8, 2{1d8}.expand()))+4[/roll] Sneakattack: [roll](if([roll:-2:critical], =0, 2d6, 2{2d6}.expand()))[/roll]Gara sucessfully leads the party to the netrance of the outpost. Gruntor sees no further threats.
The oupost looks small, though as youwere told, mosy of it is hidden under the mountain. The guards at the entrance look at you supiciously.
Serit steps forward and raises a hand, "Ho! Auxiliary legion coming in for a check up."
Nasaar sighs and nods, pulling out the badge they were given. He stuffs it back almost at once, as soon as the guard has looked it over.
The guards glance at the badge before lowring their weapons.
"Auxilia, huh. You are permitted in. We can use some manpower. Report to the centurion, he will assign you your task."
Inside the complex you see a network of tunnels. The major tunnels seem to follow the layout of the legion camp: long straight tunnels, reinforced by stone where possible. The third dimension allows the defenders to fire from all directions at any attacker trying to break in. Narrow arrowslits line both the floor and the ceiling.