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OOC: Tyyrh - 20 Ernesto - 17 Giley - 15 Foe - 12 Talashia - 5 <--- Jorgan - 0 Also, Giley and Golf are still stuck in the mucus and shall take damage - both took the minimum of 1 point of acid damage.

Diving down quickly, perhaps too quickly, the drake snips out at Tyyrh with its jaws. However, perhaps its alacrity, or maybe its youth, cost it as the drake's bite misses the elf by a wide margin. With frantic wings and anger, the drake shoots up and away from the party but only gets twenty...

OOC: Just because I find fate enjoyably fickle - Jorgan needs a natural 20 to hit. :) Tyyrh - 20 Ernesto - 17 <--- Giley - 15 Foe - 12 Talashia - 5 Jorgan - 0

OOC: Actually, I was under the presumption that your Bless was already in effect, having been 'fired off' right before the conflagration of events began. i.e. You all had your 'bad feeling about this' and readied for the surprise you couldn't avoid. Cool? OOC: My apologies, as I do realize that...

The lithe, blue drake pops up from the water and it makes a horrendous noise before ejecting a foul concoction of mucus and acid at the densest grouping of foes (OOC: I think that Giley and Golf). When the bile hits near them it erupts into a sticky, entangling mess that one would hope that they...

The drake's reply to Giley is not only mean-spirited, but the gnome is quite sure that it's implausible for a creature without an extended spinal system.

OOC: Yes to it being your readied shot, yet no to it being flat-footed since it just smacked you in the head...unless, you know, everyone is okay with being flat-footed if you take a move action during the round. ;)

From your positions within the verdant line along the southwestern edge of the confluence pond you all her a low, pain-filled moan come from the off-center island. It is obvious that the longshoreman is alive, however his moans are those of an unconscious person who is experiencing enough pain...

Tyyrh - 20 Ernesto - 17 Giley - 15 Foe - 12 Talashia - 5 Jorgan - 0 I still need Talashia's initiative, then I'll kick the encounter off with the surprise round. Okay? No worries about buffs or readied actions/plans, as those shall happen and have occurred almost synonymously with the...

Okay, I'd like initiative rolls from folks. Also, I'm gonna test out going gridless for this combat, but that's mainly because I'm being lazy and I've not found a good method that I like for having a map. Distances will still matter, and movement, but I trust that we can cover most of that with...

With all the information gleaned while following the guided trail, it made sense that there was a harried caution upon discovery of the rain pond. Whatever the creature is, it is modest in size and large in aggression and that is motivation enough for anyone to pay heed to the weight of the...

As you all make your way through the forest, following the hints and guesses of the stalking path that some creature is guiding the missing man along, you start to see the skeleton of a runoff creek common to areas with modest winters or frequent heavy rains. It is mostly dry at the moment, as...

As the scale is passed around, the obvious statements about it are made, be it that the hue is bluish or that the size is fairly large, but once it reaches Jorgan all the little details come together in a realization. It is not from a dragon, but it is from something draconic in origin and from...

I'm gonna give IG some time to respond, since he's trained in Knowledge Nature and some extra intel could be useful to you folks. :)

Upon inspection of the castoff skin, the scales look to be just a little bigger than an above average thumb nail from an adult human male. It is almost teardrop in shape, with a blue-black hue hinted within its opaque remnant. Knowledge nature checks from those trained in it Assuming you all...

First off, I just want to let you folks know that the way you take the slimmest detail and run with it, well it's just quite enjoyable. :) You're definitely taking the sandbox spirit and inspiring me to tweak it. Also, I'm still here, and a post shall be coming soon, but I just had a busy spike...

At the same time that Ernest is thinking about various scaly races and conflicts of the region, his eyes turn southward and realization comes with his gaze falling upon the horizon of the Mushfens that lie to the south. The very same Mushfens that are populated with boggards, kobolds...

It's not obvious, at first, but thanks to Golf's insistence and preternatural intelligence the group becomes aware of several things; first, a 20-foot radius area around the last set of tracks has been cleared of any other possible tracks and secondly there's a sour tang to the area that leads...

On one hand, tracking seems to be quite an intuitive thing once you find the tracks, but then other factors seem to push themselves forward in the accounting of how intuitive it truly is. How old is the track? How firm or soft is the soil? Has it rained? Was there heavy dew? How windy has it...

As a heads up, I am counting this as a group effort—with assisting rolls—since it makes sense, for the scene/moment, that an eager bunch such as yourselves could, and would be all Scooby-and-the-Ganging it. So, I'll post later today, just in case anyone else wishes to add to the effort. Cool?