conversations: human
conversations:  [3.5] Monty's Haul [OOC]  
   
   Spoiler 
       Player  
    Character  
    Classes  
    Race  
   
     Scarlet  
    Njala the Tall  
   Barbarian/Fighter 
   Half-Giant 
   
     Bayar  
    Dirk Spellshanker  
   Rogue/Wizard/Fighter 
   Gray Elf 
   
     Pertenetator  
    Shu'lka Dragonpuncher  
   Fighter/Monk/Psionic Fist 
   Half Orc 
   
     Darklink_shadow  
    Maxwell "Quiet Jack" Thatcher  
   Cleric 
   Halfling 
   
    
   Robyn Graves, 4th Level Bard 
   Size/Type:  Small Humanoid (Halfling)
   Hit Dice:  4d6+4 (20 hp)
   Initiative:  +6
   Speed:  20 ft. (4 squares)
   Armor Class:  15 (+1 Size, +1 Dex, +3 Armor), touch 12, flat-footed 14
   Base Attack/Grapple:  +3/-2
   Space/Reach:  5 ft./5 ft.
   Special Attacks:  Halfling traits
   Special Qualities:  Halfling traits, bardic knowledge 6, countersong 4/day, fascinate 4/day, inspire courage 4/day, inspire competence 4/day
   Saves:  Fort +4, Ref +8, Will +5
   Abilities:  Str 8, Dex 15, Con 12, Int 14, Wis 8, Cha 16
   Skills:   Bluff +10, Diplomacy +10, Disguise +10, Gather Information +10, Perform (Sing) +10, Sense Motive +6, Tumble +9, Use Magic Device +10
   Feats:  Improved Initiative, Weapon Finesse
   Alignment:  Neutral
   Possessions:   Masterwork small studded leather armor, masterwork small rapier, masterwork small shortbow, 20 small arrows, +1 cloak of resistance, wand of cure light wounds (50 charges), elixir of love, three 100 gp pearls, spell component pouch, small backpack, small bedroll, 5 days small trail rations, flint and steel, waterskin, silver holy symbol of Monty, disguise kit, book of song lyrics, traveler's outfit, 10 gp, 4 sp
   Bard Spells Known : (6/3/2; save DC 13 + spell level)
   0th-  dancing lights, daze, detect magic, ghost sound, message, read magic
   1st-  comprehend languages, cure light wounds, identify
   2nd-  cure moderate wounds, glitterdust
   Spells Per Day:  3/3/1
   
   Spoiler: NPC Image 
   
   
  
   
  
   Date: 25th Argus, 215
  Time: 12:00
  Weather: Warm, Calm (60-85°F)
  Location: Monty's Trail 
  
  After a half day's march, your group is nearing the entrance to the underground caverns where reports have emerged of a new trove of treasures being found. The walk from town has taken nearly a week, and the warm summer weather has been kind and mild. You've been following a dried up stream bed along the rocky mountain trail, strewn with boulders and the occasional cliff face. By your estimates, another full day of travel should see you arriving at your destination.
  
   Local Map: 
   
    Specify your character's location on the map anywhere in squares 0 to 4, then make a Spot check.  
conversations: JDL:
conversations: human
conversations:  The second taller member of the group was a quite muscular green skinned female, Shu'lka. The half orc has been walking sideways to the dried stream (l 3), mostly to check on anything interesting that might be around. Also in case any trouble showed Up. The brawler was a quite good spotter when she was not distracted by her thoughts or books.
  
   
   Spoiler: Spot Check 
   (1d20+8)[ 22 ] 
   
conversations: Pertenetator:
conversations: human
conversations:  Quiet Jack continued reading the book on faedragons as he walked, looking up just often enough not to run into anything.   Robyn, look here. Says Fairy Dragons breath out a form of magic light as a form of attack. Simply amazing. I'm glad you spotted this book in that dingy cavern back there. Marvelous! Look at the diagram! Beautiful. Says here they are kind creatures too. I wouldn't mind meeting one of them! Mischievous little buggers though, the book says.  
conversations: darklink_shadow:
conversations: human
conversations:  The tallest member of the group, Njala made it her purpose in the group to blaze the trail, her large, bare footprints strewn in the silt of the dried streambed. The giant Nordic woman shoulders her sword in relative silence, eyes focused on the path ahead, occasionally turning up to stare at the patterns in the clouds above. " Hey Shu'lka. How much you wanna bet I could toss that boulder over them cliffs? I think I could do it, if'n I was ornery enough. Yeah. " quoth the ginger solemnly, a little smile upon her scarred face. " Fires of, uh, Surtr, won't this  road   end  already? "
  
   
   Spoiler: Spot Check, Location 
  
  Spot Check:  (1d20+1)[ 18 ] 
  Location: G-4!
   
conversations: Scarlet:
conversations: human
conversations:  "I wouldn't bet on it"  Shu'lka replied as she climbed upwards for a better view You said the same thing about a boulder like, a week ago. You only managed to rip your pants from the stress o your muscles. And yeah, i would very much like that i won't have to buy you another pair, thank you." 
conversations: Pertenetator:
conversations: human
conversations:  The barbarian girds her belted loincloth, having learned her lesson about the strain muscles could pose on flimsier cloth, and as such, found herself a good bear skin to wrap around her leggings. " Maybe these city-folk shouldn't make their pants so crudely. I had a very good pair of britches once. They were strong. But flammable. Why make clothes flammable? It just doesn't make sense. And the only reason I couldn't rip that boulder out was because it was a mountaintop! And I was hungry! And I'd already gotten angry that day!  And the sun was in my eyes.  Besides, I'd already lost my pants that day, and didn't feel like giving Jack and Dirk more of a show than they could afford. I've fixed that problem now! These pants are better. Shu'lka's gift of pants and the bear's gift of his hide have seen to it that my legs will no longer go unclad! " She huffs at Shu'lka's comment, turning her nose upwards. She could totally throw that boulder if she wanted to.
conversations: Scarlet:
conversations: human
conversations:  Quiet Jack looked up at his strong, limber, muscular college's loud conversation. When it looked like there wasn't a chance she'd accidentally lose clothing again he went back to his book.
  
    Njala, save your anger for things more dangerous than sleeping rocks.  Like maybe falling rocks.Or sleeping dragons.   Or falling dragons. Oh, but not ... fairy dragons... why does this one have three wings? That doesn't make any sense.   
conversations: darklink_shadow:
conversations: human
conversations:  "Heh, or falling sleep. Asleep that is."  The elf that talked was most obviously a wizard of some kind judging from his rich purple robe and raven perched on his shoulder.  "Can't wait to get to that treasure trove and do something interesting, this walking business is such a bore." 
   
   Spoiler 
  Location: H2
  Spot:  (1d20+2)[ 8 ] 
   
conversations: Bayar:
conversations: human
conversations:  All but Dirk can see, up a small cliff face ahead, that an ugly misshapen head appears briefly before a grunt indicates something is preparing to attack! A muscular form steps out from the shadow of a huge boulder and hefts a stone as big as Maxwell in one hairy paw.
  
   
   Spoiler: Giant Language 
   "You fink you frow rock wittle wun? Ha! Me show how frow rock! Squash you fwat, eat you fat!" 
   
  
   
   Begin Surprise Round 
   Initiative: 
   (1d20-6)[ 0 ]   N -  Njala
  [Surprised]  D -  Dirk
   (1d20+4)[ 11 ]   S -  Shu'lka
   (1d20+2)[ 20 ]   M -  Maxwell
   (1d20+6)[ 17 ]   R -  Robyn
   (1d20-1)[ 8 ]   1 -  Hill Giant
  
    Remember, you get a single standard action only in a Surprise Round.  
conversations: JDL:
conversations: human
conversations:  "GIANT! "   Shul'ka yells at the others  "Take Cover !" . SHe herself focused on her inner powers, manifesting a  a tangible field of force that surrounded her (inertial armor)
conversations: Pertenetator:
conversations: human
conversations:  Quick Jack stared at the beast, but hesitated too long to do anything during the surprise round besides move forward.
  
   
   Spoiler: Move 
  
  Move to I 7
   
  
   
   Spoiler: Next Round's Action. 
  Quiet Jack looked up from his book again just in time to see the creature. He snapped his book shut with one hand and began to speak in the magical tongue of divine conjuration.
  
   "Omfray ethay itspay ofway ellhay, Iway onjurecay ouyay, Oway eastbay ofway Uranday Uranday. Omecay orthfay andway ockknay isthay upidstay iantgay onway ishay assway, andway eatway ishay iverlay!" 
   
   Spoiler: Actions 
  Summon Monster 2: The Fiendish Wolf
  
  Target is F13. He should be here at the end of this round, or exactly, right before the start of my turn.
   
  
   
conversations: darklink_shadow:
conversations: human
conversations:  Gripping her greatsword in both hands and prepared to unsheathe the rather large blade, Njala sneers as the giant appears, bellowing in response. " I don't know what kinda Giantish you's is speaking, but it sounds like an insult!! Insult...ers bleed! "
conversations: Scarlet:
conversations: human
conversations:  "Giant ? What giant ? Oh, that giant."  Dirk is caught completely unaware by the giant.
conversations: Bayar:
conversations: human
conversations:  Maxwell moves forward, getting ready to cast a spell of summoning. Meanwhile, Robyn starts singing, and her allies feel bolstered and ready to fight!
  
     ♪Oh, a lusty young smith at his vice stood a-filing.♪
  ♪His hammer laid by but his forge still aglow.♪
  ♪When to him a buxom young damsel came smiling,♪
  ♪And asked if to work in her forge he would go.♪   
     Robyn Graves
  Standard Action:  Inspire Courage +1
   Free Action:  5 ft. step to i2  
  
  Shu'lka concentrates and summons a field of force around herself, and the Hill Giant gives a grunt as it hurls the stone in its hand straight at Njala!
  
     Hill Giant
  Standard Action:  Ranged attack vs. Njala AC 22 (+4 bonus due to Cover)
  Attack:  (1d20+8)[ 20 ] 
  Damage:  (2d6+7)[ 16 ]   
   Local Map: 
   
    Njala's turn and then we're at the top of Round 1!  
conversations: JDL:
conversations: human
conversations:  Shu'lka, now adequately protected, quickly rushes forward to reach the giant before her teammates start getting bombarded.
  
   
   Spoiler: Actions 
  Run to M22
   
conversations: Pertenetator:
conversations: human
conversations:  Drawing out his bow, Dirk moved towards the giant, arriving near Jack (H8).  "Huh, he's a big guy, isn't he ? Maybe he'll stop attacking after he get's hurt a bit ? No sense in trying to fight a group of delvers like us and dying, right ?"  He shoots an arrow towards the giant.
  
   
   Spoiler 
  Move to H8.
  
  Attack:  (1d20+6)[ 20 ] 
  Damage: (1d8)[ 3 ] 
   
conversations: Bayar: