(CSRHoD) Creamsteak's Red Hand of Doom [IC]


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That would appear to be quiet prudent, given the circumstances. I think we should also try to avoid a situation that divides our company while resting, lest we repeat our experience from the shack. I will, of course, be free to share the second half of our resting time, as I only need four hours of rest.

[sblock=spells] Spells Prepared
0- Mage Hand, Read Magic, Detect Magic, Detect Magic
1st- Feather Fall, Color Spray, Mage Armor, True Strike, Feather Fall (Trans.)
2nd- Knock, Hypnotic Pattern, Scorching Ray, Invisibility, Bull's Strength(Trans.)
3rd- Dispell Magic, Fireball, Fireball, Haste (Trans)


Spells in Effect
Mage Armor--12 hours from departing camp


Rod of Extend--2 uses left
Pearl of Power--Available
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Pender, Male Human Fighter 6

Pender takes one last look at the burning fort. He has the distinct feeling that the party has crossed the Rubicon with the sacking of the building. He turns and spurs his horse on to fall in with the rest of the party.
 

After just a few more miles of travel, your group edges their way into the Blackfens. The swamps here are overflowing with the kind of life that likes stagnant water. Plants, fungi, moss, misquitoes, lizards of all sorts, and the occational stirge populate the swamp. The place also smells quite a bit like sulfur and rot.

A mile into the swamp, you come upon a shocking sight.

A low, mossy island of mud and peat protrudes from the marsh waters ahead. Two gnarled trees grow fitfully on the rugged ground, and sprawled across their turgid roots is the ruined and bloody remains of a horse sized owl. The once-magnificent bird's body has been partially dissolved in places, and swaths of foul, dark green fluid still sizzle and pop, eating away at exposed flesh and bone.
 

Halt my friends. We must approach this carefully. Those acidic burns are quite alarming. Larian reaches into his backpack and removes a rolled up parchment as he speaks.

[sblock=ooc] He removes his scroll of Mass Resist Energy, preparing to cast it. Also, knowledge check to come up with what might live in a swamp and use acid to kill? I know, but does Larian? [/sblock]

[sblock=spells] Spells Prepared
0- Mage Hand, Read Magic, Detect Magic, Detect Magic
1st- Feather Fall, Color Spray, Mage Armor, True Strike, Feather Fall (Trans.)
2nd- Knock, Hypnotic Pattern, Scorching Ray, Invisibility, Bull's Strength(Trans.)
3rd- Dispell Magic, Fireball, Fireball, Haste (Trans)


Spells in Effect
Mage Armor--12 hours from departing camp


Rod of Extend--2 uses left
Pearl of Power--Available
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Avril - Human Druid (Eagle) - AC 14 - hp 42/42 - Spot +20 - Listen +12
Mandla - Riding Dog - AC 25 - hp 45/45 - Spot +5 - Listen +5


Avril remained in the sky scanning the area around where the tree lay. If this tree had somehow caught this owl, or some dragon or something had thrown the large creature into the tree, then she was in a bad spot flying around in the shape of a small eagle. She circled lower, staying a good distance away from the tree, and keeping her keen eyes on anything that moved in the area. The last thing she wanted was a surprise to jump on them.

[SBLOCK=OOC]OOC: Avril makes active spot checks while in the air.

Spells and Abilities Active:

Wild Shape (Eagle, 6 hours)

Spells Cast and Abilities/Items Used:

Barkskin
Call Lightning
Wild Shape (1 Used)

Spells Prepared:

Spells Prepared (Normal 5/3/3/2, Wis 0/1/1/1):

Level 0 (5): Cure Minor Wounds (2), Detect Magic (2), Guidance
Level 1 (4): Cure Light Wounds, Enrage Animal, Faerie Fire, Produce Flame
Level 2 (4): Bull's Strength, Bear's Endurance, Flaming Sphere
Level 3 (3): Cure Moderate Wounds, Sleet Storm

XP: 325 (Blockade)

Avril's Character Sheet
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Tyrla reined her horse to a stop well short of the gruesome sight. "Whatever did that is probably still nearby," she said worriedly, echoing Larian's concerns. She looked upwards, making sure Avril's eagle form was still visible, then looked around the group. "I guess one of us should investigate- or, more likely, act as the bait to draw out whatever is responsible..."
 

Warren the halfling, HP 39/39, AC 23, Child of Shadow stance

Warren stops his horse and sighs. "Yeah yeah, I know what you mean - who you mean." The halfling hops down and starts trudging through the muck, drawing his short sword and casting his eyes about for trouble, at least whenever he isn't glancing down to watch his steps.

If Larian wants to use the scroll first, Warren will wait a moment before exploring the area. Otherwise he sets out as soon as he's made sure his boots and everything are on securely. Trying to sneak about and keep watch, insofar as he can in the swamp. He keeps his shadow twisted about him for some measure of concealment as he goes.
 

"Didn't something like this happen before?" Siobhan says as Warren starts towards the carcass.
The aasimar nocks an arrow ready on the holy bow as she watches the halfling's progress.
 


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