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OoC: Hmm... Judging from the damage it keeps dealing, it's probably much stronger than Zack, so he doesn't probably have too great of a chance to trip it. Darn, that would've made things a lot easier. Retreat with a 5ft-step after the full attack instead and hope that he isn't dead quite yet.

"If we wait untill morning, I can create a small bank of fog, but since it would be stationary I don't know how much use it could be."

"Oh highly esteemed leader," Duela begins, stepping forward, "we have come to Felucia with the intention of saving someone from the clutches of the Imperial garrison situated on your homeground. Our main objective is to save said person, though we intend to cause as much damage as we can in the...

OoC: I posted Zack's action a touch higher. And also a note that currently Zack is going to die from losing his rage-HP (which, I believe, happens in two more rounds).

"It seems there is a 'wyrmlord' here in Rhest, whatever that is," Siobhan notes. "I guess we were right to come here, even if it sounds somewhat like the main forces will not be coming this way."

"Damn farspawn spit," Tumna curses as she tries to wriggle out of the webbing. OoC: Escape Artist (1d20+2=8) Yeah, I'm pretty sure that doesn't do it.

OoC: Similar to Tyrla, Siobhan has, mechanically speaking, spent the two skill points to cross class learn Speak Language (Goblin). IC: "Of course, silencing the bell itself could alert them if they strike the bell regularly. Though I do doubt that," Siobhan says.

A low laugh escapes from Rodimus' throat as he fells the giant. Looking at the situation, most everybody else was already surrounding the big goblin, so Rodimus moved towards the last two giants since there were less people who might steal his kills. Getting over, he aims a kick at one giant's...

"Do you think we should try to talk with the lizardfolk?" Siobhan asks. OoC: By the way, I just recalled that we still don't know what the letter found at the fort reads even though Siobhan has received the divine gift of speaking the language.

"Eww! The thing just spat on me!" Quickly coming to the conclusion that she isn't going to be escaping from the webbing, she once again attempts to throw her mind at the creature, but the webbing ruins her concentration. "Dammit!" OoC: Concentration (1d20+6=12), DC was 16 for 1st-level power...

Duela mentally kicks herself. No time to be turning timid over one failed first encounter. "Thank you for your help, I don't know how things would've ended up without you here." She will inquire about some of the local customs from Mandrake as they are led to the tribal chief so she can make as...

"Going once, going twice," Tumna says as she focuses another blast of psychic energy at the creature. OoC: Mind Thrust (3d10=15), Will DC 15 negates damage

OoC: Seems like an as good a plan as we can get.

Zack was breathing heavily and he knew that it was pure adrenaline that kept him fighting. That only meant he needed to put even more effort into getting the wendigo either dead or running. With a bestial howl, he presses the attack. OoC: No Power Attack, need the hits more than the damage...

"Just squirrel or something, I'm sure" Tumna answers. However, scanning the trees, she spots one spidery creature. "Ick, spiders... almost as bad as rats." Tumna's eyes narrow and there is an audible slap near the monster she can see. She then moves so that he has the big sword between herself...

Just realising the change when Kered points it out, Duela looks in confusion at the previously tight-lipped, figuratively, droid that now sounded almost like a protocol droid.

Duela was too busy cursing EF and Surussk's rash actions to notice anything before the ruckus starts. When the wild-looking man lunges at them with a machete, she inhales sharply and closes her eyes, expecting the worst. She doesn't open them until the man starts speaking. "A pleasure to meet...

Tumna has been wrapped in her cloak since the first droplets of water, even though it doesn't do much. "Trips to the forest always sound nicer than they end up being," she mutters when the sprinkling turns to rain. "Wonder why hero tales never tell about nights like these?" She asks no one in...

"Bro, I need an opening," Zack says before dashing in to engage the non-laughing wendigo. Taking a firm hold on his scythe, he swings the blade at the creature. OoC: That is, Zack can't stand an Attack of Opportunity, so he would really appreciate it if Ducane would draw one from the wendigo...

"Maybe we should've said thanks for all the fish," Tumna muses as there is no fish the next morning. She spends time listening to the fey's curses, repeating fun-sounding ones every now and then.