Chapter 1: Willowdark, a Village Repressed

Gerans ball of eldritch energy streaks out and hammers into the shoulder of one of the targets that hit Jean, spinning him around in a circle.

You make your way the now 4 hours or so north to where your friends are.

Jean takes a swing at the man Geran hit. His rapier slides through the man's throat, and he falls to the ground. Each of the scimitar wielding fiends left up slash at their current targets, three at Xaar, and two at Jean.

All three of Xaar's opponents make contact, however in her rage, she's able to shrug off a fair amount of damage. Take 5 damage.

One of Jean's makes a solid hit, dealing 3 damage.

I have Xaar at 8/13, Jean at 3/11 HP.
PCs are up.

Xaar grabs hold of one of the men and throws him back. The thrown man and one of the others tumble prone, knocked 5 feet back. The other leaps and just barely manages to keep his feet under him.

Thorolf's arrow streaks out and buries itself in the eye of the attacker still standing by Xaar. With a thud he falls to the ground with naught but a twitch.

Botting Jean/Geran

Geran winds up and fires off another burst of eldritch energy at the same time that Jean lashes out towards the other. The blast of energy finds its home, causing the man to drop to the ground with a twitch. Unfortunately, Jean thrusts forward finding nothing but air.

The man in front of Jean goes to take a swipe at him, missing wildly. The two prone men by Xaar take a moment, catching their breath, unsure if they want to rise again.


PCs are up.

As you wind over hill and dale, looking for your friends, you turn your eyes to your trail and find that you seem to have been left alone.

Give me perception checks please.

You continue along your way, seeing nothing of interest as you go.

About 20 feet.