Yttermayn's "Saga of the Dragon Cult" (IC)

[Amaury]

"That way! she whispers pointing her arm towards the movement she saw. She gets up and readies her shortbow before saying: "Who is there?? You're spotted! Come here in peace and we won't hurt you!"

She then realizes Scrag is not far behind and that it may require a little bit more convincing if the creature is peaceful....

 

[Scott DeWar]

OOC: John has lo light vision going. does he see anything in the starlit night?

 

[Yttermayn]

OOC: John has lo light vision going. does he see anything in the starlit night?

OOC: Roll a new spot to find out. ;-)

 

[maddmic]

It took Grok plenty of time to get to sleep because of the oppressiveness of the surroundings. Once there though, he was like a rock. It didn't seem like much could phase him until a couple of the party began yelling.

Groks eyes snapped open as he heard the others. He slowly stood readying his mace while scanning the area.

OOC:
60' darkvision. i'm assuming the roll below is good enough for Grok to wake from the yelling.
Grok Listen & Spot (respectively)1d20+3=10, 1d20+3=21

 

[Scott DeWar]

OOC: Roll a new spot to find out. ;-)

1d20=7

OOC: he must be looking in the wrong direction or something.

 

[Helfdan]

Roderic awakes to the sound of shouting, and quickly grabs his sword and shield as he looks around for the source of the threat.

 

[Yttermayn]

Once Grok gets his bearing on what has the group so excited, he turns and sees a small feline shape on it's side, just under the brush at the edge of camp. The creature seems to be in some distress, making small, pitiful wheezing and gurgling noises.

 

[maddmic]

Grok moves in the directions of the disturbance. "Grok see small cat. Nothing else."

The half-orc then moves to the spot where the cat is and pulls it from the brush.

 

[Amaury]

"Beware Grok, cats do scratch!" warns Rosalia who follows the half-orc towards what he indicated. She keeps an eye on the sides her shortbow in hand.

 

[Yttermayn]

Grok gently lifts the sick animal from the bushes. He notices some thick black goo trickling from Toby's mouth, and the poor thing is choking pitifully on the stuff.

All roll a spot, please.