Southern Comfort IC

[Marlowe]

Bethlen moves to r6, mutters "Fleur de mal", and suddenly a mass of black-and-purple blossums are swirling around the boar and the two wolves, raking them with barbed thorns.

Boar: Damage(1d6)[5] SvAgainst Poison (1d20+7)[18] SvADistract(1d20+7)[26]

w6 Wolf: Damage(1d6)[4]SvAgainst Poison (1d20+5)[10] SvADistract(1d20+5)[11]

w7 wolf:Damage(1d6)[1]SvAgainst Poison (1d20+5)[17] SvADistract(1d20+5)[25]

[Marlowe]

w6 wolf takes 1d3 str damage.(1d3)[3]

The wolves run like hell away, w1 off to the north, w6 and w7 retreating to the south.

The boar looks annoyed.

Bethlen remarks, to the world in general. "That frelling poison never works on what you want it too."

[mattie_p]

Grath roars in frustration that the boar is still in the woods. He gets himself more and more angry while waiting for it to leave the woods.

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Action: delay until boar leaves the trees. At that point, resume initiative and charge to nearest square and attack twice using whirling frenzy (posting actions and results now)

attack 1: (1d20+9)[22]
damage 1: (1d12+12)[24]

attack 2: (1d20+9)[11]
damage 2: (1d12+12)[20]

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(note, str +8, bab +1, M/W +1, -2 for whirling, +2 for charging, -1 for daylight)

[Corsair420]

Still have ready action to use MM on whichever enemy leaves the woods first

[Marlowe]

((And that would make it Thorwalt's turn, followed by Horbin's.

I don't care about what the wolves do. Do you? They're exhausted))

[Marlowe]

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Yeah...you guys could have handled a Dire Boar. Especially with Bethlen apparently determined to jump down it's throat.
Oh, and Stoat . They're very cute if you can avoid noticing how big the claws are compared to everything else/

[AshesOfOld]

Thorwald moves forward, standing shoulder to shoulder with Grath, ready to charge the boar once it clears the woods.
"That's it, lad! Show it your teeth. We're gonna hold a nice barbeque tonight, hahah!"

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Readied action: charge:
att (1d20+5)[8]
dmg (1d8+3)[11]
possible crit (1d20+5)[14]

[stanleyindraven]

Attempting to force the boar in the direction of his companions, Horbin launches forward around the trees and swings at the wild beast with his mighty blade.
Moving to V5 from U4 to get around tree.
Attack (1d20+5)[19] Confirm (1d20+5)[23]
Damage (2d8+4)[12]

[Marlowe]

The boar's eyes light with fury as the blade sinks in, but Horbin has cut too deep. Its entrails a gory mass splattered against the rough bark of the wildwood, it sprawls in death. Its final expression is one of acute annoyance that it hadn't been a Dire Boar.

"Well", quoth Bethlen as she sashays over to cut its throat with her sickle. "That's lunch sorted. If we want."

[u-b]

"Cook the liver, it's totally fresh and would be delicious! Also very quick to cook!"

Wasting no time after the boar is killed, Gregor turns to chase the wolves.

((If these are indeed exhausted, they have a whole load of penalties: -6 to both str and dex, can neither run nor charge AND move at half speed; if meraly fatigued, then only part of that))

[Marlowe]

((I've been letting them make double moves, but that's probably an error.

Just make a survival check. If it's really low, one might get away.))

[stanleyindraven]

"That went down easily enough," Horbin says as he dislodges his blade.

[u-b]

After some time spent chasing the last wolf, Gregor returned from the norh, accompanied by Abyss (loaded with a dead wolf) and two other dogs (very enthusiastic about the happenings). No one seems hurt. Gregor unloads the wolf and then brings three others in a similar manner (them being near this took much less time).

Going to gut the trophy, Gregor reached into his boot only to discover that his knife is nowhere to be found. He then vaguely remembered some activities back in town, like betting, throwing, winning, drinking and ... well, apparently leaving the knife where it hit.

So, Gregor starts to gut the wolves using one of the redcloaks' shortswords.

[RaggedAngel]

Delphi frowns at Gregor, but she doesn't voice any real objection to the hunting. Instead she looks the boar over, curious. "I wonder why it was so enraged. I mean, are they usually like that? I wouldn't know, I suppose. It just sucks for the wolves that they were driven to such a bad place at a bad time; they never really stood a chance against a boar that size or our group."

[u-b]

"They might have attempted to prey on his piglings, maybe even eating some... that would be no wonder."

Gregor shrugs. As reasonable as this hypothesis might be, it had no solid base whatsoever.

[Linguz]

"I'm fine with eating boar... or wolf." She walks over to Gregor, who she saw cutting them up with shortswords, and pulled out her dagger, holding it out to him. "Here, use this."

[RaggedAngel]

Delphi pulls out a dagger, casually lobbing it through the air to stick in the carcass next to Gregor. She only glances over her shoulder for a second to throw, and she looks back to the forest before it hits its mark. "Use mine; it'll fit your hand better, since it was actually made for a person of proper size instead of a clumsy, lumbering," she pauses, and looks to Dardiana, blushing a bit and obviously abashed. "Er, that is to say, a tallfolk."

[AshesOfOld]

Thorwald, still ablaze and looking thoroughly disappointed, sheathes his morningstar and finds a huge piece of wood to lean on.

"Clumsy and lumbering, hmm? You know, you may be right, Delphi. If we ever go dancing, I could perhaps prove you wrong. But then, you might have to stand on my feet!" Thorwald chuckles heartily at his own joke and smiles his big smile.

In the meantime the log is now very much in flames and Thorwald jumps up, surprised.

"Well, it seems I made a fire... I could go for some early dinner."

[Marlowe]

Kresta looks at the group a little uncertainly. "Trammelburgh's only a few hours away--" She looks to Bethlen for guidance.

Bethlen is slicing into the boar's flesh with her sickle, preparing to flay, but looks up at her with an inscrutable expression. "Early afternoon, early evening" she says gnomically. "The boys and girls deserve some flesh. Trammelburgh will abide, and Quattro Vierzehn too." That thought seems to trigger something, and she abruptly stands up and scans the treeline. "They'll see our smoke from Trammelburgh from here."

That does click something in Kresta. "This is Redside. Not Ashdown territory. Vierzehn would think twice."

"He would. And then he'd do it anyway. Especially if he's got wind of redcloaked thugs skulking around." She addresses the group. "Let's be a bit cautious about shooting at people we don't know from now on. Agreed? Kresta, could you help me with this slab of fat--"

As Kresta goes over, there's a quiet interchange. "When have you ever been to Trammelburgh? Or met Vierzehn?"

"I haven't done either. I have sources."

[Linguz]

Dardiana looks at the tree and the flames now on it (since that would be the only large piece of wood around here). After a few seconds of watching them, she turns to Delphi. "I don't mind being called clumsy, as some of us are, just like some of your race. But please don't say that I'm not a 'proper person'." When Kresta and Bethlen begin to talk (since I put this off for so long), she shut up and listened. "Got it, diplomacy first, shooting second. Let's hope they do the same if they come to us."

[u-b]

Gregor thanks Dardiana and Delphi for the knives, he uses Delphi's to gut the wolves (not skinning them yet), then cuts some sticks and helps with cooking choice-parts-of-trophy-on-a-stick for everyone.

((Craft 10+0 = 10 for himself and +2 on Bethlen's efforts))

[Marlowe]

It soon emerges that neither Bethlen nor Kresta have any real skill at butchering, but it's a big animal, and they manage to hack off some decent bits regardless.

Pointy sticks are found, the fire is built up, and the pork sizzles.

The Mules seem to welcome the chance for a rest, and no wonder.

[stanleyindraven]

Horbin will look up. [what relative time is it?]

[mattie_p]

Grath shrugs, his eyes focus, and he seems to shrink within himself, shoulders sagging as if exhausted. He kneels and takes a moment to recover.

Rising, he removes his pack and ruffles through the contents, removing an item, adjusting, and repacking.

He fills a small iron pot with water from the creek and sets it to boil over the fire, adding some black powder to the water. He patrols around for a few minutes, standing guard over the group while waiting for his coffee to be ready.

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listen: (1d20+1)[20][/

[Marlowe]

It's a little before noon. And DM is drunk right now.

Further plot complications will ensure when DM isn't drunk.

[stanleyindraven]

"We should eat lunch then move on, would we arrive before dark," Horbin asks the two women.

[Marlowe]

Bethlen and Kresta look at each other, then laugh in a rather annoying way. "Oh, big man does talk!""Shut up. We're only a few hours from Trammelburgh. Like I have said. It is not a major town. As I have implied. However, it is closest, has the requirements to dispose of your loot, and the contacts to allow us to get our requirements fulfilled."

((Or, you could go extra distanceto Ethandun and see how badly Korgoth has screwed up.))

[stanleyindraven]

"Speak when I feel I need to, and this is that time," Horbin retorts. "Trammelburg seems like a good place to try bedding for the night, much better than this spot."

[mattie_p]

Grath returns from his patrol, apparently seeing or hearing nothing. He grabs his mug from his pack and grabs a cup of coffee, asking around, "Coffee?"

Seeing the attempts at butchering the boar, he decides to offer his assistance, not shying away from the blood.

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Aid another attempt (Survival??) (1d20+3)[6]

Apparently Grath would just get in the way, so he offers coffee to the butchers instead.

[RaggedAngel]

Delphi perks up, excited. "Coffee? Really? 'S been years since anyone's let me get within ten feet of the stuff; something about over-excitability or some silly gibberish like that. If only we had chocolate to go with it; that really puts me in a mood."

She grins and looks to first Dardiana, then Gregor while speaking, before glancing back up to Grath, rocking up onto the balls of her feet, holding her arms together in a gesture of supplication. "So, ah, right. I'm little, so I won't ask for much. Please?"