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Chapter 2 - First Hunt


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Continued from: Chapter 1


7th of Renewal, year 20


Given the hilly region, it doesn't take more than an hour for the adventurers to find a sheltered depression in a slope to set up a camp. There are bushes and undergrowth aplenty, and a couple trees in their chosen spot, and Khaine is able to make a decent effort to keep the site hidden from view.

Unfortunately they do not do a great job making the site comfortable, nor does hiding the site prevent creatures from wandering in accidentally. Twice the adventurers are woken by badgers coming through in a hurry, right overtop of a sleeping adventurer. Everyone goes for their weapons the first time, when Chelia wakes up with a cry, thinking someone had just punched her in the gut. The fat badger spared a moment to glance back at her with an annoyed look on its face as is continued to barrel on through the undergrowth in pursuit of some smaller prey. The second time, Khaine is on watch, and ends up loudly shooing a curious badger away from some backpacks.

In the end, the adventurers get a decent enough rest for the night, but take a couple hours longer to get that full rest.

There is a light drizzle in the air.


As the adventurers are finishing off the last scraps of breakfast and packing up their bedrolls, strapping on any equipment they removed for the night, they hear some kind of spectacle unfolding perhaps a quarter mile away through the brush - some kind of animal calling out in despair.


Players: please roll perception, nature, and if you wish, stealth.

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Chelia Gremaris Elven Fighter 2

HP: 28/28 | AC: 19 (20 with shield) | speed: 30 | hero: 1/1

Perception: +7 | Fort: +7 | Ref: +7 | Will: +5

conditions: none

 

Chelia wasn't happy about being used as a bit of rock by a badger. She grumbles about it during breakfast and the clean-up afterwards.

"What the hell was that," Chelia said to the others. Making sure her weapon is ready, she started to move slowly into the direction of the sound, surprisingly silent for somone wearing heavy armour, at least until she steppped onto a bunch of twigs that made some noise.

 

OOC

 

 

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Name
perception
9
1d20+7 2
nature (untrained)
2
1d20+1 1
stealth
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1d20+5 1
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[fieldset=Maybell Springfield][table=2,1] [r=1,1][img2=150]https://i.imgur.com/F9acM1T.png[/img2] [r=2,1][center][b][url=https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheets/?id=2839749][font=palatino linotype][size=4][color=Sienna]Maybell Springfield[/color][/size][/font][/url][/b] [I]Gutsy Halfling Bard 2[/I] [b]HP:[/b] 24/24 [b]AC:[/b] 18 [b]Spell Slots:[/b] 3/3 L1 [b]Focus Points:[/b] 1/1 [b]Halfling Luck:[/b] 1/1 [b]Class DC:[/b] 18 [b]Status:[/b] Normal and Healthy [/center][/table] [spoiler=Statblock] [CENTER][table=3,1][r=1,1][URL="https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheets/?id=2839749"][size="4"][b]Maybell Springfield[/b][/size][/URL] [r=2,1] [B]Female Halfling Bard 2[/B] [r=3,1] [B]Neutral Good Entertainer[/B] [/table] [/CENTER] [table=2,1][r=1,1][B]STR:[/B] 8/-1 [B]DEX:[/B] 14/+2 [B]CON:[/B] 12/+1 [B]INT:[/B] 14/+2 [B]WIS:[/B] 12/+1 [B]CHA:[/B] 18/+4 [r=2,1][B]Saves:[/B] For 5 Rex 6 Wil 7 Per 7 [B]Speed:[/B] 25 [B]AC:[/B] 18 [B]Languages:[/B] Common, Elven, Dwarven, Halfling [/table][/spoiler] [/fieldset]
Maybell Springfield
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Maybell Springfield
Gutsy Halfling Bard 2
HP: 24/24
AC: 18
Spell Slots: 3/3 L1
Focus Points: 1/1
Halfling Luck: 1/1
Class DC: 18
Status: Normal and Healthy
 

Statblock

 

Maybell Springfield Female Halfling Bard 2 Neutral Good Entertainer
STR: 8/-1
DEX: 14/+2
CON: 12/+1
INT: 14/+2
WIS: 12/+1
CHA: 18/+4
Saves: For 5 Rex 6 Wil 7 Per 7
Speed: 25
AC: 18
Languages: Common, Elven, Dwarven, Halfling

 

 

Maybell barely has time to finish putting on her little jacket and tying her ribbon for the day when she hears the noise... it is more than a bit hard to make out, but she lowers herself into a crouch and given her small stature, makes herself quite hard to spot as she grabs the rest of her gear "No idea for once, but we should likely check it out."

 

OOC

 

Rolling on all.

 

Perception

 

Nature

 

Stealth

 

Edited by daltar (see edit history)
Name
Perception
11
1d20+7 4
Nature
13
1d20+5 8
Stealth
16
1d20+2 14
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Khaine - Human Monk 2


HP: 34/34 | AC: 20 | Speed: 25ft | Hero: 2/3 | Focus: 1/1 

Perception: +5 | Fort: +8 | Ref: +10 | Will: +7 

Statistics | Equipment | Abilities | Skills

Conditions :


Khaine looked damp, and he felt it. The drizzle seemed to soak him more evenly and thoroughly than any storm. He gathered his things quickly and was rubbing the crumbs from his lips and into his mouth when the sound of the animal could be heard.

"Sounds like something trapped in a snare or something? Could be our goblins are hunting in the area? We should go check it out."

He moved as quietly as he could, moving slightly ahead of the group, trying his best to avoid being seen or heard, and if possible came from downwind of the animal.

Name
Perception
15
1d20+5 10
Nature
15
1d20+1 14
Stealth
26
1d20+8 18
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Hakaja Kek

HP: 32/32 ~ AC: 19 ~ Speed: 25
Fort: +6 ~ Ref: +8 ~ Will: +7 ~ Per: +7

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Kek listens for a moment. "Perhaps the infected ran an animal down, or perhaps something is caught in a web," he says. "Either way, we should investigate. It is best to make sure there are no threats behind us in case we need to flee."
He ambles along with the main group, content to let Khaine take point.
 
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weylin(1).png.e4bb6feffe4438da76babea0d7b960e2.png  WEYLIN "The Drake" RYDER

Half-Orc Sorcerer (Bronze Dragon) CG

HP 24/24 AC: 16  Speed 25ft

Fort 6 Ref 6 Will 7

Class DC: 18 Spell Slots: 4  Focus points: 1/1

Str 10 Dex 14 Con 14 Wis 12 Int 10 Cha 18

Status: Hungry and Ready


Weylin scarfed down the last bit of breakfast before shouldering his pack. "Hmm, could be anything, let's check it out." He chuckles to himself at the ridiculousness of a party of adventurers used as mere terrain to a badger. "I've certainly had worse sleeping accommodations, but let's try and avoid a repeat of that, eh?" He says entirely in jest, seeing as his own skills in helping find the camp were non-existent.

Name
Perception
19
1d20+5 14
Nature
18
1d20+1 17
Stealth
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1d20+2 10
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Through the brush, over a slight rise, and there not fifty feet away a group of four humans, three men and a woman, with slightly wild looking beards and hair.

The four of them stand over a recently killed moose, knives in hand, already in the process of processing the kill.

They eye the adventurers cautiously.

One of the men takes a step forward and speaks: "Hello. Are you hostile?"

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[fieldset=Maybell Springfield][table=2,1] [r=1,1][img2=150]https://i.imgur.com/F9acM1T.png[/img2] [r=2,1][center][b][url=https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheets/?id=2839749][font=palatino linotype][size=4][color=Sienna]Maybell Springfield[/color][/size][/font][/url][/b] [I]Gutsy Halfling Bard 2[/I] [b]HP:[/b] 24/24 [b]AC:[/b] 18 [b]Spell Slots:[/b] 3/3 L1 [b]Focus Points:[/b] 1/1 [b]Halfling Luck:[/b] 1/1 [b]Class DC:[/b] 18 [b]Status:[/b] Normal and Healthy [/center][/table] [spoiler=Statblock] [CENTER][table=3,1][r=1,1][URL="https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheets/?id=2839749"][size="4"][b]Maybell Springfield[/b][/size][/URL] [r=2,1] [B]Female Halfling Bard 2[/B] [r=3,1] [B]Neutral Good Entertainer[/B] [/table] [/CENTER] [table=2,1][r=1,1][B]STR:[/B] 8/-1 [B]DEX:[/B] 14/+2 [B]CON:[/B] 12/+1 [B]INT:[/B] 14/+2 [B]WIS:[/B] 12/+1 [B]CHA:[/B] 18/+4 [r=2,1][B]Saves:[/B] For 5 Rex 6 Wil 7 Per 7 [B]Speed:[/B] 25 [B]AC:[/B] 18 [B]Languages:[/B] Common, Elven, Dwarven, Halfling [/table][/spoiler] [/fieldset]
Maybell Springfield
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Maybell Springfield
Gutsy Halfling Bard 2
HP: 24/24
AC: 18
Spell Slots: 3/3 L1
Focus Points: 1/1
Halfling Luck: 1/1
Class DC: 18
Status: Normal and Healthy
 

Statblock

 

Maybell Springfield Female Halfling Bard 2 Neutral Good Entertainer
STR: 8/-1
DEX: 14/+2
CON: 12/+1
INT: 14/+2
WIS: 12/+1
CHA: 18/+4
Saves: For 5 Rex 6 Wil 7 Per 7
Speed: 25
AC: 18
Languages: Common, Elven, Dwarven, Halfling

 

"Not at all, good hunters! Do we seem hostile? We're relieved to your kind selves instead of any danger. Well met! I'm Maybell Springfield, performer of Riverhall! And these are my magnificent companions. Are you all local hunters?" asks Maybell in what she hopes is a disarmingly friendly tone of voice and brimming with her sincerity.

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Hakaja Kek

HP: 32/32 ~ AC: 19 ~ Speed: 25
Fort: +6 ~ Ref: +8 ~ Will: +7 ~ Per: +7

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Kek stares at the moose carcass for a long few seconds, his face inscrutable. Then his hand moves to the hilt of his blade and he steps a few quick steps into the shadow of a tree. From there, he begins studying the undergrowth intently, as if expecting an attack.
He's clearly concerned that the scent of blood might draw the infected.
Name
Perception
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1d20+7 9
Stealth
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1d20+6 8
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Khaine - Human Monk 2


HP: 34/34 | AC: 20 | Speed: 25ft | Hero: 2/3 | Focus: 1/1 

Perception: +5 | Fort: +8 | Ref: +10 | Will: +7 

Statistics | Equipment | Abilities | Skills

Conditions :


Khaine gave the hunters a grin and kept his hands where they could see them, showing his intent not to fight.

"We were just alerted by the calls of your catch, wanted to make sure it was nothing to be alarmed about! We are on the look out for some goblins in the area. Have you seen any sight of them? We came across some big spiders nearby too, so be on your guard. I guess I don't need to tell you all that though!"

He stood near Maybell, hoping to keep things civil and friendly.

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Chelia Gremaris Elven Fighter 2

HP: 28/28 | AC: 19 (20 with shield) | speed: 30 | hero: 1/1

Perception: +7 | Fort: +7 | Ref: +7 | Will: +5

conditions: none

 

With her companions asking all the questions, Chelia stays silent and keeps her guard up. Not only because of the hunters, but mostly because she, like Kek, was a bit concerned that the goblins would be attracted by the smells of the dead meat.

 

OOC

 

 

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Four sets of eyes take in the adventurers - their words and actions - with quiet intensity for a moment. Then the same one speaks:

hunter.jpg.2d3504f40a92659354de4b3507e34bcf.jpg"Goblins?" the man spits. He gestures with one hand, just above waist height. "About that high, full of teeth?" He takes whatever reaction he sees as an affirmative. "You priests then? Because those creatures need to be cleansed. Some kind of sickness makes them wrong in the head. We were going to move on after harvesting our kill," he gestures at the moose, and as he gestures, his three companions get to work, efficiently carving the carcass up.

"If you're planning to speak with them, be ready to do your speaking with your weapons. So yeah, we seen 'em. You're looking for an old stone tower, that way," he points West towards the ravine you counter-ambushed the spiders in. "Stay out of the ravine. Spiders. Lots of em. They like to stay in the ravines though, out of the open. Go up the slope, tower's at The Palm - center of all the fingers going through these hills. High place."

He looks the goblin hunting adventurers over. Then looks at his companions. He hoists a leather sling of fresh meat over one shoulder. "Any more questions? We're about ready to leave."

 

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[fieldset=Maybell Springfield][table=2,1] [r=1,1][img2=150]https://i.imgur.com/F9acM1T.png[/img2] [r=2,1][center][b][url=https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheets/?id=2839749][font=palatino linotype][size=4][color=Sienna]Maybell Springfield[/color][/size][/font][/url][/b] [I]Gutsy Halfling Bard 2[/I] [b]HP:[/b] 24/24 [b]AC:[/b] 18 [b]Spell Slots:[/b] 3/3 L1 [b]Focus Points:[/b] 1/1 [b]Halfling Luck:[/b] 1/1 [b]Class DC:[/b] 18 [b]Status:[/b] Normal and Healthy [/center][/table] [spoiler=Statblock] [CENTER][table=3,1][r=1,1][URL="https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheets/?id=2839749"][size="4"][b]Maybell Springfield[/b][/size][/URL] [r=2,1] [B]Female Halfling Bard 2[/B] [r=3,1] [B]Neutral Good Entertainer[/B] [/table] [/CENTER] [table=2,1][r=1,1][B]STR:[/B] 8/-1 [B]DEX:[/B] 14/+2 [B]CON:[/B] 12/+1 [B]INT:[/B] 14/+2 [B]WIS:[/B] 12/+1 [B]CHA:[/B] 18/+4 [r=2,1][B]Saves:[/B] For 5 Rex 6 Wil 7 Per 7 [B]Speed:[/B] 25 [B]AC:[/B] 18 [B]Languages:[/B] Common, Elven, Dwarven, Halfling [/table][/spoiler] [/fieldset]
Maybell Springfield
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Maybell Springfield
Gutsy Halfling Bard 2
HP: 24/24
AC: 18
Spell Slots: 3/3 L1
Focus Points: 1/1
Halfling Luck: 1/1
Class DC: 18
Status: Normal and Healthy
 

Statblock

 

Maybell Springfield Female Halfling Bard 2 Neutral Good Entertainer
STR: 8/-1
DEX: 14/+2
CON: 12/+1
INT: 14/+2
WIS: 12/+1
CHA: 18/+4
Saves: For 5 Rex 6 Wil 7 Per 7
Speed: 25
AC: 18
Languages: Common, Elven, Dwarven, Halfling

 

"You've answered our questions most magnificently, my good Hunters. We won't keep you further, lest we keep you from your work. The fresher the meat the more delicious after all. Though now that I think about it... if you have any remains you'd just leave here, we'd be thankful for it. And if you got any cuts you'd rather sell than haul back with you, we'd be interested in buying in case you'd prefer to carry coin instead of meat. I do realize, that's not always the case, though, so feel free to decline" says Maybell as she considers their work ahead.

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Chelia Gremaris Elven Fighter 2

HP: 28/28 | AC: 19 (20 with shield) | speed: 30 | hero: 1/1

Perception: +7 | Fort: +7 | Ref: +7 | Will: +5

conditions: none

 

While Maybell was negotiating with one of them about getting some meat, Chelia moved closer to the woman she had noticed with blood on her mouth. She stayed a bit away thought, just in case, but close enough to see better.

"Have you been bit by those gobbo's," she asked, while keeping her weapon ready, "you look a bit sick. And what's with the blood?"

 

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shewolf.JPG.917fb9cae9d6c0b2742682a341314488.JPGThe woman says nothing, a slight growl in the back of her throat, as she steps back from Chelia. She licks the blood from around her mouth and smacks her lips.

 

 

 

 


hunter.jpg.2d3504f40a92659354de4b3507e34bcf.jpg"Eh, no. We have avoided the nasty little creatures. But hunting in this region is not great because of them. Do not mind Lupa. We are an insular people."

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