Gothmoor IC (purple)

[Zarrae]

Zarraema:

Still fussing with the attempt at getting Kelzir to actually rest and tend to himself, she simply bowed her head to the human fighter as he left and murmured a quiet blessing.

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Spot check for the preoccupied priestess:
(1d20+3)[9](12)

[Edonil]

KELZIR
(( map ))

He listened to the short conversation, moving around quietly to tend anyone who seemed to need it. As people shifted while the stranger got up to leave, he just as quietly cleaned things up. His Mistress' fussing was pointless, he was already resting.

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Spot (1d20+4)[9](13)

[bluenihil]

Jessamyn

The paladin was not about to follow Boone down the road waving a handkerchief. Their conversation was done, his business was elsewhere, and she gave him the respectful nod that she would give anyone who showed themselves deserving of it. As for now, she still had food to square away and a horse to attend to.

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Spot: (1d20+3)[11](14)

[Jeggred Von]

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anyone with over a 10 in spot, notice two things.
1. Boone left his waterskin on the rock ruin he was using as a seat.
2. his travel bags off his horse, are sitting beside the rock.

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inside the saddlebags:
2 weeks iron rations(split with the party, 3 days food and water)
2 small vials of a creamy reddish liquid, (resembling blood and shampoo mixed)
1 small book, blank with quill and 2 ink vials
1 small length of iron, about the length of your forearm (wand)
and 1 small scrolled up parchment with a wax seal (looks official)

[Tsol]

Fistar

The wood elf sharp eyes picked out the waterskin and the saddlebags that the Boone had left. He found it odd that someone of his experience would do that. Mistakes happen he thought as he walked over to the waterskin and casually picked it up and took a drink out of it. He then placed it with in his cloak without thinking.

Without much thought, he started going thru the saddlebags to see if there was anything interesting. A look of disappointed crossed his elven features there wasn't any gold in the saddlebags, he pocketed one of the vials of the reddish liquid to examine later. With a sigh he left the rest as it was.

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Waterskin
Sleight of Hand - (1d20+7)[12](19)

Vial
Sleight of Hand - (1d20+7)[1](8)

[bluenihil]

Jessamyn

The paladin frowned as she noticed the objects Boone had left -- and frowned deeper as she saw Fistar picking through them. Pushing off the wall she had been leaning against, Jessamyn approached the rogue and the travel-bags and reached past Fistar to tug them shut.

"He must have forgotten these in his haste," she said, redoing the clasps and hefting the bags from their place. "I will return them. Did you...take something?" she added, turning her cool green gaze to Fistar, lips still pressed flat in a less-than-pleased expression.

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Spot 1: Waterskin (1d20+3)[18](21)
Spot 2: Vial (1d20+3)[14](17)
Preemptive Sense Motive: (1d20+5)[18](23)

[Tsol]

Fistar

The wood elf looked at the stance and the frowning face of the paladin. He wondered if she knew that he had pocketed the vial. The waterskin was bulging under his cloak, so truthfully it was hard to hide anyways. He smiled at the paladin, taking out the waterskin. "He just left this waterskin, I was planning to really give it back to him if I saw him again. He did say to look him up when we get back to Gothmoor. " he shrugged, "No use chasing him down now, and we should probably continue on to where that map leads us. I would hate to waste time back tracking."

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Bluff - (1d20+3)[2](5)

((shrug.. lets see if he can beat Jes's sense motive ya know he's just greedy.))

EDIT: /LAUGH!!! he is so burned......

[bluenihil]

Jessamyn

The paladin's expression did not change as she held out her hands. "I will give you half-credit for the half-truth," she said evenly, "but I do not appreciate the lie. He may need these things in Gothmoor. We will return them."

She curled her fingers in a 'give' gesture, watching Fistar expectantly. "The other item, please."

[Jeggred Von]

((need a listen check from everyone))

[Tsol]

Fistar

With an almost audible sigh, the rogue put his hand into his pocket and took out a spoon, he looked at it with a surprized look, then put it back into his pocket, "Hmm don't think this is what you wanted.. just a second. " He continued to look thru his pockets pulling out miscelanous junk, a feather, a broken piece of pottery, a small bracelet (looks worthless), a rock which he promptly tossed to the the ground. "I'm sure it somewhere."

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Listen - (1d20+2)[11](13)

[Bunny~]

Etsia

Etsia had slowly turned from tending to Elmshadow to stare at Fistar and Jessamyn as the conversation revealed what had happened. She blinked as she tried to figure out what was going on. Theft was practically an unheard of concept within her small tribe -- everyone knew each other and everything that was good for the tribe was good for every member. Fighting and challenges were normal for her, theft was as alien a thought as the buildings of Gothmoor had been as an environment. She opened her mouth, then closed it and blinked again.

"Bad Magpie Boy!" She placed her hands on her hips and glared at Fistar, the three words somehow summing up everything she wanted to say.

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Etsia:
Listen - (1d20+8)[18]

Hawk:
Listen - (1d20+6)[16]

[Zarrae]

Zarraema:

Theft was neither uncommon nor entirely discouraged in the upbringing that the priestess had received, though it generally ended poorly if the thief were found out. Regardless of upbringing, the wood elf's act brought a frown to her face, "I agree with Jessamyn of Torm, the things should be returned at once and intact. Not only could they be necessary to his duties, but there could be items that have great personal value."

She rose as she spoke, prepared to add her force to the paladin's if necessary to retrieve the traveler's possessions.

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Listen check for Zarraema:
(1d20+3)[11](14)

[Edonil]

KELZIR
((map))

He moved quietly around, the sounds of disagreement between the large woman, the tiny elf, his Mistress and the other male disturbed his typical routine. He shifted about, moving nearby Zarraema so as to defend her if necessary. Still his eyes scanned the openings of the enclosed area. It was still far too easy to become trapped here.

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LISTEN: (1d20+4)[5](9)

(( I am sooo giving up rolling. Yeesh. ))

[bluenihil]

Jessamyn

The paladin watched Fistar search his pockets, her expression unchanging despite the length of time it took to seek through their apparently significant depths. Like a statue, patient, unwavering in her intent to reclaim what the wood elf had taken.

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Listen: (1d20+3)[6](9)

[Jeggred Von]

The faint sound of a woman's voice echoed through the ruins and bounced off the broken and uneven walls. The ambient sound of screams of help could be heard once, the discussions of Fistar's act were silent. Again the woman screamed, dire and distressed, the female's voice could be heard on the wind echoing off the ruins, ruining any attempt to discern it's origin.


((Everyone heard the scream. the listen checks all passed.))

[Bunny~]

Etsia

Etsia whirled around at the sound, but not seeing anything near them, she instead whistled sharply, giving the hawk a one-word order in Druidic. The bird took flight into the air, beginning to circle around the ruins, scouting. The druid herself grabbed her spear and began to move out from the shelter of the ruins.

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The hawk is trained to circle around and scout and react to either prey or predator / danger. Up to the DM if its birdbrain will understand that whatever is going on is worth a danger-alarm. If it is, the bird will start circling above the danger area and give out an alarm.

[Tsol]

Fistar

The rogue pulled out a piece of string out of his pocket when he heard the faint scream. "Did you hear that?" looking at Jessamyn, he then looked at the wild elf sending the hawk aloft and picking up her spear and racing out of the ruins, "Come on, it looks like someone needs help, " Fistar quickly stuffed back the items he took out of his pocket and chased after the wild elf, not caring if the paladin followed or not.

[bluenihil]

Jessamyn

The paladin's head snapped up at the sound of the cry, and she immediately disregarded Fistar's actions -- perhaps she would remember them later, but now was not the time.

"Someone needs to watch the horses," she called as she jogged after Etsia and Fistar, armor flashing, one hand on the hilt of the greatsword over her shoulder. Anything more organized had fled her mind at the sound of distress.

[Zarrae]

Zarraema:

Someone did need to watch the horses but it would not have been her first choice with screams coming from nearby and she was not about to force Kelzir to stay alone to perform that task.

Instead, she simply shouted back an assurance that they would not be left untended, and looked to Kelzir. "We should remain near to listen for the horses, but the area nearby should also be searched. One never knows how sounds can bend in places such as this. ...unless you've a more sound plan, which would be welcomed..."

[Edonil]

KELZIR
(map)


The screams weren't unheard by him either, though trained, the acoustics of this place were unknown to him. He nodded at his Mistress' words as he watched the others running off in what they hoped would be the right direction. Not thinking, he moved to their horses, gathering the reigns of three and coaxingly petting the one that the druid rode. Keeping them in one location and hopefully safe.

"Mistress, your powers may be needed by the person in distress. I can stay and mind the animals."

[Zarrae]

Zarraema:

"...indeed, they may need some amount of healing, but they have the Little One with them. I shall concede to Jessamyn of Torm's wishes, for now, unless we hear further distress, and will explore the immediate area more closely."

With that, she calmly slips her baldric over her head and begins wandering towards a grouping of ruined walls, never moving far enough from Kelzir to be out of earshot.

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Searching the nearby ruins:
(1d20)[17](17)

And, rolling spot and listen, preemptively, in case you want them, Jeggy.
Spot:
(1d20+3)[6](9)

Listen:
(1d20+3)[16](19)

[Jeggred Von]

EVERYONE:

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Eeryone roll initiative. Ibby and the drow too.

Etsia, Fistar and eventually Jessamyn:
You come over a small rise,moving around a rather thick and high ruined wall, and notice the source of the scream. Two wagons sit ahead on the road, about 100 feet away. One of the wagons is turned over, and a few bodies lay stren about, bleeding and motionless. The other wagon has some movement on its back, two females, one of them screaming at something grabbing for her from the other side of the wagon. The other female is kicking and wielding a quarterstaff of her own, thwacking the green scaled arms and shouting at the green arms reaching for them both.

You can spot fighting happening around the other overturned wagon, spears and a sword going up and then down, but the wide wagon is blocking most of the details. whatever it is, you can see there are way more of them, than the surviving wagoneers.



Everyone:

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Everyone who is within visual range can make a spot check to determine what it is they are fighting.
Each square counts as 5 feet, for purposes of movement, and how fast until you can reach the wagon.

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[Bunny~]

Etsia

Ambush. In the little druid's mind it was a perfectly normal hunting system, and the possible bandits were the predators of the two-legged world. The prey was not of her tribe, but it often had been and she did not hesitate as she continued running toward the fight.

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Run run run toward the attacked wagons~

Edit: Due to zooming speed, heading to I13, approaching the area from hopefully behind the bushes so they block her from being in sight, yey for camouflage druid diving into the bushes!

Etsia:
Initiative - (1d20+4)[24]
Spot - (1d20+8)[17]

Hawk: (Not really expecting it to do much, but just in case rolling~)
Initiative - (1d20+3)[7]
Spot - (1d20+14)[23]

[bluenihil]

Jessamyn

The paladin's eyes narrowed as she picked up glimpses of the scene. She pulled the greatsword free of its sheath, armored hands braced far apart on the hilt to lessen the burden as she made a beeline for the overturned wagon and its besieged occupants.

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Heading directly toward A at max run speed, which is about...60 due to armor.

Initiative: (1d20+1)[7](8)
Spot: (1d20+3)[7](10)

Edit: Heading for L-14.

[Tsol]

Fistar

As Fistar drew near the wagons he unslung his short bow and when he got with in range. He decided to scoot over to the other side of the road and hopefully get a good look at the attackers

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Running to G-15 and getting ready to fire arrows when able.

Edit: this will put me on the road around L18.. this coming round.. irk another edit.. after talking to Jeg, about movement.. I should be able to reach G-15 with ample time.. 30 ft ever 6 sec is walking speed. can run up to 4 times that amount.. so 120 ft... G15 is in plenty of range with time to spare.

Init - (1d20+4)[2](6)

spot - (1d20+1)[19](20)

[daythief]

Elystria aimed another blow with the staff at an uncomfortably close lizardman and shouted at her hysterical companion again to do -something- other than scream. Her silver eyes were wide as she assessed the rapidly deteriorating... oh, be honest with yourself, it's pretty much hopeless! situation.

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Initiative - (1d20)[4]
Attack- (1d20)[9]

[Zarrae]

Zarraema:

The Priestess continued to scout the ruins, never far from Kelzir, and listening for signs of any battle besides screams. At several times, she had been tempted to summon Kelzir and push them both off in the direction their companions had run in, but what sense would it make to run aimlessly in a direction that they could no longer be headed?

With a silent sigh, she mouthed a prayer to Eilistraee for their safety and continued a not-so-stealthy scout of the area.

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Initiative for Zarraema...way away from the fight. D'oh!
-dang it, messed up the roll, should be +1 NOT +2...rolling again on the next post-
..er..and I screwed it up by deleting the roll... it was a 3, if you just want to subtract 1 from it. I was just trying to fix the mistake <cries>

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* post roll count doesn't match database

[Zarrae]

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Let's try this again...
(1d20+1)[16](17)

[Edonil]

KELZIR
(map)

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Iniative: (1d20+3)[9](12)

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I think my dice are stuck on this 9 thing ... oiye ... **throws away dice** Somebody else roll dammit

[Jeggred Von]

Etsia Runs full out, moving up to a large bush in front of the first wagon. Jessamyn rushes up behind Etisa and stops on the edge of the street. Fistar moves to the same side as the girls, but moves out to one side, getting the same view of the fight.

A man, older than he is young, with sweat pouring down his face, and his salt and pepper hair smeared with blood, is barely holding off three huge lizards, walking on their back legs. The three reptiles have spears or staves, and the man is fending them off with a greatsword. three lizardmen lay dead at his feet.
Three other lizardmen are reaching into the one standing wagon where two women are fighting them off. One has the look of an obviously terrified noble, and the other is waving a staff around like a she-demon, fending off the repitlian attacks.
You notice that another lizardman, larger and stockier than the others is standing, off to the edge of the jungle, watching and not moving, but he does in fact have a bow which is nocked.

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Elystria winds up and cranks one of the lizardmen reaching for her. Bringing the quarterstaff down on it's head, the creature staggers back and shakes his head trying to right its eyes. Then charges back in, snarling and hissing.

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Image needs editing, and photobucket is down, jess is in a different spot. thank you Asta!

ROUND 1:
Etsia: 24
Lizardman 7: 20
Lizardman 3: 19
Lizardman 2: 18
Lizardman 1: 18
Zarrae : 17
Kelzir : 12
Old man: 12
Lizardman5: 11
Lizardman4: 10
Lizardman6: 10
Jessamyn: 8
Fistar: 6
Elystria: 4