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[Dwarmin]

OOC Thread--> http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=160945.msg7202126#msg7202126

Working out of the metropolis of New Miriam, The Legendary League is a mercenary guild that travels all over the world-hiring adventurers of every race, creed and motivation, working primarily toward good and profitable causes. Which one is more important tends to be up to each individual member.

You're relatively junior ranking in the Guild, all things considered. Sure, you can brag you've seen alot of taverns, and bagged your fair share of giant rats and bandits, but up till now you've not had a real adventure...even your most recent 'quests' from the guild are little more than mail delivery-most guild members of lower ranks act as couriers and information gatherers, staying out of trouble until they've proven their salt.

You might have thought the chance would never come for you, until a sudden, fierce storm kicked up one day, as you were making a routine trip across the Blackendecker Sea.

"Don't worry, mates!" The portly Captain said to you. He notably swigged from a bottle at this point.

"I've been thought a hundred of these sudden storms, aye, two hundred! They kick up like the nineteen Hells, sure, but then they blow away, fade off real quick. We'll be just fine!"

...

You awakened some time later, one by one, with the gritty taste of sand between your teeth and the briny smell of the sea still in your hair. As you regain your wits and stand to your feet, you can see the sun setting behind a distant mountain like a golden crown being set atop the head of a regal king. The beach you stand on is littered with wreckage, though little appears salvageable - a few of your weapons, some armor, a couple days rations, and maybe a length or two of rope. In a daze, you fall back on your survivalist instincts and begin gathering what you need while you survey the surrounding land.

Verdant jungles, herculean cliffs, and cascading waterfalls decorate this island, which might be a tropical paradise if only you weren’t stranded here. Miles off to the North, you barely have time to spy a great stone wall, as of a city, before the sun finally hides behind the mountains.

Just as darkness falls, you hear a panicked cry from the jungle not far off. The voice is high in pitch, like a child’s, though of a foreign tongue. Whatever the language, the meaning is clear: someone is in trouble.

...

Following the screams is always good for business-at least in the Legendary League. That's not a literal motto, thankfully. The League favors "The Ultimate Test Always Comes from Within". Pretty standard stuff.

Heading North, the sounds of the yelling (and the howling, and the buzzing) become louder and louder, and you all arrive to find some poor creature having quite a bad day, as could be guessed.

As best you can tell, he (she?) resembles small frog-like humanoid-surely no more than a foot tall, a swirl of bright green red and blue skin, with sucked tipped fingers and toes. It seems to be barely reigning in it's panic, trying to fend off some sort of monster with a tiny spear-this intriguing creature is both sinking into a large quicksand pit, and being harassed by a half dozen aerial monstrosities that resemble a cross between a wasp and a monkey, being armed with large claws, a stinger, ape-jaws, and a muscular build. At the moment, only one of the Gorillawasps(?) is making loops and passes-trying to snatch the Frogbeing(?) out of the soup with with it's large frontal claws, while the others in the pack hang back, perhaps too cowardly to risk falling in themselves. They don't seem to notice your group yet, too busy beating their chests and howling at each other.

There's good money the little fellow will sink before the Monkeybees (?) 'save' him (for dinner), so if you want to change the odds you'll have to intervene.

Spoiler: Map Legend (click to show/hide)

The land before you is pretty swampy, but it shouldn't affect your balance much. Unless you fall in that huge quicksand pit. You notice only a few trees and large smooth boulders about, including one jutting of the muck, and another wedged between two trees-the greenery above is heavily festooned with jungle vines and branches.

B=Monkeybees!
@=Our Heroes ((For the first turn, give me a map position of one of the '@' marks, and also a color not red/blue/green. That'll be your character from now on. Which means you can choose your starting position.))
k=Poor Frog Kid

One Hex=5 Ft
Movement speed for heroes=30ft a round

Grey: Boulders. Requires no check to ascend, but does cost all your ground movement to enter a boulder square initially-as long as you have any movement left in a round, you can ascend and arrive on the next turn.
Brown/Leafy: Jungle trees. Easy to climb, but takes all your movement in a round to ascend one-as above. You might take damage if you attempt to jump or fall out of them, tho, depending on the ground you land on.
Dark Brown: Quicksand. Entering from ground level immediately stops any movement, and you can only move 5ft every turn afterwards. Spending more than 3 rounds in Quicksand, and you have to make a might or agility check-if you fail, you become immobile and begin to sink. 3 rounds after that, you DIE.
Overhead: There is a dense mat of vegetation above your heads, both branches and vines-if you ascend to this level via one of the boulders or by climbing the trees, you can move double speed at the cost of an agility check. An attack or rescue launched in this way would be potentially very effective, and quite comical.

((Note: I couldn't resist going all microsoft paint on the map, but assume if there's ANY color on a tile, it counts as that terrain.

Btw, map courtesy of http://inkarnate.com/
It's pretty useful.))

Weapon Ranges
Melee = Within your reach
Projectile = Weapon range (Disadvantage 1 per extra range increment)
Supernatural
1 - 3 = 25’
4 - 6 = 50’
7 - 9 = 75’

Spoiler: Enemies (click to show/hide)

Monkey Beesx6
35ft speed, flying, climbing
Hit Points: 12/12
Agility 3
Fortitude 3
Might 3
Perception 5

DEFENSES
Toughness: 13
Evasion: 13
Resolve: 10

ATTACKS
1.
2.
3.
4.

Players

Spoiler: Anders N'thlei (click to show/hide)

Hero Name: Anders N'thlei
Archetype: Innsmouth Assassin
Level: 1
Player:  Draignean
Physical Description: Gaunt and slightly stooped, this man carries a feeling of distinct age despite his physical youth. He would be exceptionally tall if he stood straight, and his entire body seems stretched,  with his arm in particular peculiarly long and of... unseemly proportion. His shoulder length black hair, despite the application of any product or heat, behaves as though perpetually damp. His face is angular and particularly distasteful, with a too-wide mouth and large, almost bulging grey eyes that tend to go forego blinking for disturbingly long period of time.
Bio: Anders was once thought of as a miraculous child, the product of the long assumed barren marriage between a well-to-do fishmonger and a weaver. Yet, though the friend's of the couple rejoiced at the happy emergence of a scion, the fishmonger and the weaver always seemed to hold a sort of reserve around the boy. They doted on him. They loved him desperately. Too desperately. 

As a child, Anders was beautiful, a normal boy any regard. As he grew, he began to... change. After puberty, he began to take on many of the features that now seem so characteristic of him. The lankness of hair, the overlong limbs and spidery fingers, the wide mouth and singularly bulging eyes... The emergence of these features was slow, but nonetheless sufficient to make the others of his small town step quickly around him. He learned quickly, exhausted what knowledge there was in his little fishing village and mastering reading and writing to a degree that neither of his parents had ever managed. Anders was often described as soft-spoken, but there were few who would engage him in conversation for more than a few minutes at a time. Most had the disconcerting feeling that there was something... else whispering in their ears whenever the young boy talked to them.

As a young man, Anders habits made him a pariah. He enjoyed fishing, and had an aptitude for it that surprised even his father, but the thing that he seemed to enjoy most was watching the process of life leaving a body. It fascinated him, and drove everyone else away. A past-time of his, in they way that a man might skip stones, was to pick up crabs from the rocky shores and pull their legs off, one by one. He'd then set the body down and watch the doomed creature's eyes, trying to find the exact moment that life left the body.

Leaving his small town was an inevitability. He was not driven out, he didn't murder his mother and father, he didn't leave the village a smoldering ruin behind him. Perhaps he sensed that the growing darkness in him would need a more satisfying repast than the lives of fish and crabs and left in order to protect the few people he might have cared for, but that would be far too optimistic an approach.

Physical
Agility: 5 (2d6)

Social
Deception: 4 (1d10)

Mental
Logic: 3 (1d8)
Will: 2 (1d6)

Supernatural
Influence: 2 (1d6)
Movement: 2 (1d6)

Feats
Lethal Strike (3)
Evasive Footwork (2)
Combat Momentum (1)

Race
Deepspawn Hybrid Perfectly Normal Human
Racial Ability: Dagonspeak/You have practiced the ways of sneaking hidden charms and subliminal messages within everyday conversation. Once per day, when you converse with an intelligent creature for at least five minutes, you will learn one useful secret of the GM’s choosing about the creature.

Equipment
1. Hand Crossbow
2. Short Bow
3-7. 4xDagger
8. Leather Armor
9. Rogues Pack (Bulky)
10.
20.
Heavy Item Maximum: 0/1
Bulky Item Max: 1/1

Wealth level: 2 ($$)

Banes
Blind
Demoralize
Disarm I
Forced Move I
Immobilize
Incapacitate
Persistent Damage II
Phantasm II
Silence
Slow
Stun

Boons
Haste

Spoiler: Emilia Reginleif (click to show/hide)

Hero Name: Emilia Reginleif
Archetype: Own Empress       
Level: 1
Player: UXLZ
Physical Description: Beautiful and young with pale skin, straight crimson hair, and piercing cyan eyes, Emilia would be a head turner almost anywhere in the world. She wears the armor of a fighter or knight, but does not seem to carry any weapons.
 
Bio: Found as a baby near a strange shipwreck one night by a kind-hearted couple as they walked along a stormy beach with a white feather clutched to her chest, Emilia was taken in and raised as their own daughter. Despite the strange circumstances, initially she seemed like any other child, but over time they began to notice something strange. Rocks she stood on would disappear, only to later be found in her crib. Food she did not want to eat would vanish entirely, cutlery would disappear into the ether for days. At first they were baffled, but after seeking the advice of a wondering wizard discovered that she could shunt objects into a pocket dimension and withdraw them at will. He offered to take her to a magic academy where her gifts might be further developed, but they declined. It was obvious, they said, that by looking at how she so cheerfully watched the guardsmen practice that she wanted to be a warrior, not a mage.   

As time went on the girl began to wonder about her past. She loved her adopted parents dearly, but also felt that it was not her fate to live out a humble life in their small village. She was older now, and knew how to fight, how to use her gifts. Many years of practice had seen to that. Still, they did not listen, they did not let her go. It was too dangerous, she would die or worse, they couldn't bear to see their daughter leave. Many days and nights of arguing eventually culminated in her running away on a stormy night much like the one on which she had been found. Her worried mother and father searched desperately high and low, until they found her crying by an old and decrepit tree. A flash of lightning, a strong gust of wind, and down the tree came toward's the young girl's head, crashing to the ground. Miraculously, she emerged relatively unharmed, with only cuts and bruises to show for what most certainly should have been her end. In the distance unbeknownst to Emilia, her parents noticed a feather floating off in the wind, and the ghostly image of a blonde-haired woman dressed in furs and armor, white wings spreading from her back. It was then that they realized their daughter was truly special, and together they decided to support her whatever the future may bring.

Notes: Emelia is the name her parents gave her, but her last name came from the hull of the broken ship.
 
=Stats=

Physical
Agility: 5 (2d6)
Fortitude: 3 (1d8)
Might: 1 (1d6)

Social
Presence: 3 (1d8)

Mental
Will: 3 (1d8)

Supernatural
Movement: 3 (1d8)

Feats
Boon Access (Absorb Object)

Race
Race: Celestial
Racial Bonus: Divine Intervention/Once per day, when you are subject to a Finishing Blow while your hit points are below 1, you automatically heal to a hit point total of 1.

Equipment
1. Longsword
2. Glaive
3-15. 12xDagger
16. Scale Shirt (Heavy)
17. Adventurers Pack (Bulky)
20.
Heavy Item Maximum: 1/2?
Bulky Item Max: 1/1

Wealth level: 2 ($$)
 
Banes

Boons

Spoiler: Jao Feng Ling (click to show/hide)

Hero Name: Jao Feng Ling
Archetype: Elderly Bard Git       
Level: 1
Player: Lawas
Physical Description:Jao is short, stumpy, and fairly wizened. He’s an old and unremarkable Halfling, with bushy eyebrows and deep scowly wrinkles. He dresses like a dull scholar of geography, or an off-duty alchemist, in clothes that weren’t actually fashionable several decades ago, and have numerous patches in now. He also smells a bit like steamed broccoli, with flat kind of eyes and a mouth that seems to snarl when its owner might want to smile. Which he doesn’t ever, so it’s neither here nor there.

Bio: Jao Feng Ling is a fine example of the triumph of persistence and… well, that’s it, really, over mediocrity, lack of talent, and lack of that wow factor that a bard should, perhaps, possess. He has a thousand poems and only a single fan, although in his darkest nights even Jao himself has begun to doubt his genius.

Jao is from the Dragon Archipelago of the Far West, a scattered collection of small islands on the edge of the known seas. Legend has it that they are so named because the First Dragon, having been created and not sprung from an egg, didn’t know how to care properly for an egg – and so she dropped them all into the sea, where the land beneath the sea took pity on them, and roosted them itself. The earth grew slowly in mounds over the eggs, and eventually broke the surface. And thus, thousands and thousands of years later, from time to time a dragon emerges fully formed from under the waves, and brings terror upon the islanders, until a Dragon Speaker rallies to the misfortune, and persuades the Dragon to leave for the East, where the creatures are larger and, indeed, tastier, and more likely to sustain a glorious and regal creature such as you, m’lord Dragon.

This raises two interesting cultural points about the Dragon Archipelago. Dragon Speakers are their Bards and their Elders: repositories of ancient knowledge and ancient tales, and of course vital in stopping the entire adult population being eaten alive every century or two.

And the Dragon Archipelago is entirely populated by Halflings – a sturdy breed of Sea Halflings, who spend as much time at sea as on the steep mountain slopes of their island homes. They are comfortable at sea and on slope, but not so much in the company of larger folk – that is to say, anyone other than a Halfling.

When Jao was younger, it was his dream to follow in the footsteps of his elder brother and become a trainee Dragon Speaker. He loved the old tales, and he loved to spin new ones. But his brother’s mentor would not accept him as a student – Jao just didn’t “have it”, he said. He never explained what Jao never had, and Jao could never work it out. The problem was, Jao just wasn’t a performer. He didn’t have that starry sparkle, he had no rapport, he had no connection with the people he spoke to. In fact, despite being able to come up with the most outlandish – or even true – tales, he just didn’t have a way with words. To be quite blunt, many people found him incredibly boring.

So as a wandering self-taught Dragon Speaker in training, he came upon rejection after rejection; at street corner after street corner he went home with no takings in his busker’s hat; nowhere would people listen to more than a minute of his carefully crafted but exceedingly dull stories. Nobody cared about his tired, clichéd, awful poetry describing the wonderful mundanities of life on the dusty road, and nobody cared for his stilted, nasally delivery during which he forgot most of the words.

He decided, eventually, that this was because Halflings are idiots and that the Halfling culture they cherished was a bag of nonsense, and no one alive had actually seen one of these so-called dragons anyway, and he took a rare ship to the East. Here he spent years more wandering, travelling, through countrysides and towns that were, to him, unimaginably vast – and he spent years and years dangerously close to starvation. Nobody bloody cared, and he was incapable of making a living as a professional bard. Jao began to feel somewhat bitter towards the whole world, and not just towards the average eejit of a Halfling.

He started looking into methods of forcing people to like his work – he began searching out libraries of rare oeuvres where he could examine the esoteric mysteries of enchantment, and mind control. And he began to be less idealistic – and indeed positively pragmatic, as time went further by – and steal for food, or pick a pocket for drink, or kick a child for fun. Everywhere he went he would steal, lie, and cheat, his complete lack of personality and interest playing considerably in his favour as no one would suspect such a nonentity to be capable of anything other than nothing. He’d typically be forgotten minutes after he passed.

But they were all Wrong. Someday, Jao would make entire towns of people sit down and listen to his orations – and by the gods, they’d enjoy them. And applaud. And give him money.

He dreamt of that day nearly every night.

In the meantime, he criss-crossed New Miriam, running errands that were somewhat below the greatest story teller of his generation, but at least earnt more than his poetry ever did.

 
=Stats=

Physical
Agility: 3 (1d8)
Fortitude: 2 (1d6)

Social
Deception: 3 (1d8)

Mental
Learning: 3 (1d8)
Logic: 1 (1d4)
Perception: 3 (1d8)
Will: 3 (1d8)

Supernatural
Influence: 3 (1d8)

Feats
1. Supernatural focus - voice - Influence
2. Lightning reflexes - Int+1
3. Well Rounded

Race
Race: Halfling
Racial Trait: Lucky/Once per day, in a moment of need, you can call on luck shine to upon you. The GM decides what form this luck takes. For example, an attack that was meant for you might target an ally instead, you may discover a secret passage to escape from a rolling boulder, or a town guardsman decides to overlook your crime because you happen to have grown up on the same street.

Equipment
1. Club
2. Shortbow
3. Dagger
4. Leather Armor/Hat
5. Adventurers Pack (Bulky)
6.
20.
Heavy Item Maximum: 0/1
Bulky Item Max: 1/1

Wealth level: 2 ($$)
 
Banes

Boons

Spoiler: Wen-Tsu the Moon Rabbit (click to show/hide)

Hero Name: Wen-Tsu the Moon Rabbit
Archetype: Moon Rabbit
Level: 1
Player: Gig
Physical Description:  A short woman, a perfect five foot tall. She wears a white thigh-length robe, the left arm blue, the right arm red, with the colours flipped for her leggings. Her feet are bare. Her hair is long, a platinum colour, and spills down over her shoulders. A pair of rabbit-like ears rise from her head. Her eyes are a pinky-red.

Where she steps, she leaves the tracks of a rabbit, not a person.

Bio: Wen-Tsu has come from the jade palaces of the Lunar-Fey. From their tranquil gardens, they look to the world above. Many travel to the world through great rituals, that teleport them through the empty void, in order to find love and interesting stuff on the world. Should they find a lover, they return with them to the moon, where they raise a family - Moon-fey only ever have daughters, who look to the world above... Such has it been for a long, long time.
 
Wen-Tsu made the journey down, having heard from her mother countless tales of the world. She loved listening to tales of the world, so different from the serene, safe palaces of the moon. She's determined to find a heroic love, and thus enlisted in the hero's guild to help that come to pass - and see as much of the world as possible.

Bio:
 
=Stats=

Physical
Agility: 1 (1d4)

Social
Presence: 3 (1d8)
Persuasion: 3 (1d8)

Mental
Will: 1 (1d4)

Supernatural
Influence: 4 (1d10)
Alteration: 4 (1d10)
Movement: 3 (1d8)

Feats
1. Lucky
2. Boon Focus (Regeneration)
3. Untrackable

Race
Race: Lunar Feytouched
Racial Trait:Fey Aura. Your fey blood gives you a compelling quality that can affect even the coldest of hearts. Once per game session, you can leverage your fey aura to turn an enemies mood in a certain way. Note that such magic is subtle, like a chisel, and can't be used in the fashion of a battlehammer-you cannot convince someone to commit obvious suicide, or otherwise force them to do something entirely out of their character.

Innocence: You radiate an aura of childlike, pure innocence. The enemy might choose to help you out of pity, look the other way when you’ve done something illegal, forgive a debt you could never pay, or vouch in your favor before the authorities.
Friendship: You radiate a nimbus of camaraderie and trust. A chosen target usually views you as a good friend, and is willing to help you if it's reasonable.
Romance: If the target would otherwise be attracted to you, that feeling is amplified to what they feel is true love. They will do almost anything for you not against their nature, but such a strong emotion can be difficult to control.
Wrath: You compel a great and terrible anger in your target. It is difficult to control this rage once unleashed, so you have better have a good target in mind.

Equipment
1. Shortbow
2. Quarterstaff
3. Hatchet
4. Leather Armor
5.
20.
Heavy Item Maximum: 0/1
Bulky Item Max: 0/1

Wealth level: 3 ($$$)

Banes

Boons

Spoiler: Moubu Karthela, Half Orc Mercenary. (click to show/hide)

Hero Name: Moubu Karthela
Archetype: Front Line Commander
Level: 1
Player: Criptfeind

Physical Description: Moubu is a physically imposing specimen of half orc, standing at roughly seven feet in height and with well developed muscles under his dusky gray skin. He has spiky short black hair, and often cultivates a goatee or beard. His face is often hard set, with a serious expression and intense green eyes.
Bio: Moubu was born to the Karthela tribe in a seemingly endless stretch of plains and scrub lands of the eastern expanse. Like many of the seemingly countless numbers of eastern tribal people he had a nomadic lifestyle, his tribe traveled endless miles hunting and gathering and making war on clans that roamed the expanse. Moubu grew up learning how to survive in this rugged environment, how to ride a horse, shoot a bow and hunt with a spear were all part of his childhood. As he grew into a teenager he was trained in the ways of a Karthela warrior, to fight with weapon and shield alongside other members of the tribe and to call upon the strength of the tribes ancestors to bless him and his allies with strength and speed. He found that he excelled as a warrior, he was skilled with shield and spear and by virtue of his strength became somewhat a leader among the other youths of the tribe. As Moubu grew into an adult and warrior, the tribe continued their migration though the expanse westward, eventually coming in contact with a number of kingdoms on the western edge of the expanse. The eastern tribes had a complicated relationship with the more organized and advanced kingdoms, some of the tribes would raid and pillage the lands of the kingdoms, whereas other tribes, including the Karthela, would find work as mercenaries, their cavalry and horse archers especially prized as swift, powerful, and expendable troops. Many of the young warriors of the tribes left for the kingdoms to seek their fortunes as mercenaries in the kingdoms, and Moubu was among them.

Moubu took part in a few small campaigns, leading a small group of young warriors from his tribe. He quickly found that the mercenary life was quite enjoyable to him, seeing new lands and new peoples that he had heretofore not dreamed of. He decided he wanted to see more of the world, and to prove himself within it, and so when his first terms of service were completed he declined renewal or returning to his home, and instead headed off to the west, drifting though the world, taking what jobs he could, and eventually landing in New Miriam, where he joined The Legendary League.

Attributes
Physical:
Agility=3 (1d8)
Fortitude=4 (1d10)
Might=4 (1d10)

Social:
Presence=3 (1d8)

Mental:
Perception=1 (1d4)
Will=1 (1d4)

Supernatural:
Alteration=3 (1d8)

Feats:
Feat Points Remaining: 0
1: Battlefield Defender
2: Defensive Reflexes II

Race and Bonus:

Equipment
1. Wahammer
2. Shortbow
3. Large Shield (Heavy)
4. Scalemail (Heavy)
5. Greatsword (Heavy)
6. Adventurers Pack (Bulky)
7.
20.
Heavy Item Maximum: 3/5
Bulky Item Max: 1/1

Wealth level: 2 ($$)

Boons and Banes: (no idea if I got them all to be perfectly honest)
Banes:
Demoralized
Disarmed I
Forced Move II
Intimidated I
Immobile
Knockdown
Silenced
Slowed
Stunned

Boons:
Haste I
Regeneration II
Resistance I
Shapeshift I
Transmutation I

Spoiler: Balecar Silvertongue (click to show/hide)

Name: Balecar Silvertongue

Attributes
Physical:

Social:
Deception: 1 (1d4)
Persuasion: 1 (1d4)
Presence: 1 (1d4)

Mental:
Perception=1 (1d4)
Will=1 (1d4)
Learning: 1 (1d4)
Logic: 1 (1d4)

Supernatural:
Entropy: 5 (2d6)
Influence: 5 (2d6)
Abjuration: 1 (1d4)
Alteration: 1 (1d4)
Divination: 1 (1d4)

Feats:
Feat Points Remaining: 0
1: Companion I
2: Unending Charm

Race
Tiefling
Racial Ability: Pure-hearted. Any good-aligned creature you encounter is friendly toward you by default rather than neutral. Circumstances can alter this, but even if rumors or actions you’ve taken would influence a good creature negatively, it remains one step friendlier than it otherwise would have been.
Justification: The devil-half of his family were great manipulators (hence the last name “Silvertongue”); they knew how to pull a person’s strings just right- and good people have a LOT of strings.

Equipment
1. Longbow
2. Dagger
3. Quarterstaff
4. Leather Armor
5. Mages Pack (Bulky)
6.
20.
Heavy Item Maximum: 0/1
Bulky Item Max: 1/1

Wealth level: 2 ($$)

[UXLZ]

[[Claiming far right, with cyan as my color. I'm now going with #c2344e]]

"Excellent luck. Stranded on an island then almost immediately having to rescue one of the local inhabitants. Surely they should know better. How do you even end up in the middle of a huge pit of quicksand to begin with? Did it fall?"

Grumbling to herself, Emilia observes the scenario. Alone, there was no way she could have simultaneously saved the frog-child and fended off the bugs. It was good that others had also came to help.

"I'll head into the canopy and attempt to assist from there."

Notifying the others of her intentions, she shunts a dagger into each hand and erects a small forcefield to ward off precise attacks.

Emilia attempts to cast Resistance[Finesse] using (Movement) on herself.
Emilia to... [J,7] I think.
Scales rock leading up into canopy.

[Criptfeind]

Moubu took in the scene for a swift moment before nodding his head. "Of course, we must assist." he said, already moving forward towards the bees on his left. "I will distract the monsters on this side, hopefully long enough to run a rope out!" He said as he ran forward.

As his boots thudded across the ground towards the flying monstrosities, Moubu pounded his warhammer against his shield with a ringing CLANG!!!
"Hey! Beasts! Leave that small one alone! If you must seek flesh, then come! Let Moubu be your opponent!" Moubu shouted at the Gorrlbees!

Take G12 and the color orange! Move to F8 and use an Intimidated Bane attack (Might 4) on whatever Monster is flying towards the frog.

[lawastooshort]

"Balls. Can't even get shipwrecked in peace in this dump..."

Jao was not happy. He'd just been shipwrecked already today, and now the folks he had to stay friendly with to have any chance of rescue had decided to anger a tribe of bloody Wasp-Gibbons. Idiots.

On the other hand, not many people stayed around Jao for long enough to properly appreciate his poetry, so if he could somehow contrive to keep them shipwrecked for as long as possible, it was likely he would make a career-igniting leap from one fan to six, and when eventually help came, the remaining crew wouldn't be able to help themselves but gush praise of how his insipid prose ballads kept them from insanity and death. Hmm. It'd only taken a few minutes, but in fact he was beginning to like this place.

Not only did he need them to get off this backwards tip of an island, but he needed them to kickstart the next phase of his career: Jao had to join the fight, and if he could wipe the ugly smirk off these Bee-baboons in doing so then so much the better.

Rush to sort of 11B ish, if that's a tree to hide behind, and aim an arrow at the middlest Hover-Chimp, and then shoot the damn thing. Meanwhile reflect upon the many and exciting bardish powers I possess.

[Draignean]

"Is there a particular reason we're saving its life? It's possible that we could learn something rather useful from its demise..." Anders said, already unlimbering his knives. He knew their answer, it was always the same. Yet he followed along for the greater good. He'd come to realize that his work was unseemly and unacceptable when he did it alone. He'd never been able to find the difference between a glorious battle and an unspeakable murder, and thus relied upon his companions to act in the socially acceptable way.

He just followed along from there, enjoying the apparently socially acceptable death he could bring in their company.

Haste on self, then move to within 25 feet of Moubu's position, in any area that cannot be reached in one round by an Ape-Apocrita

[UXLZ]

Sighing, Emilia answers the gaunt man's question. Even an evil and cruel person should have known the right choice immediately. The good would save it out of conscience, the evil or apathetic would save it out of practicality. That much was obvious.

"We are currently stranded on an island we know next to nothing about. Aside from the creature potentially being able to tell us much more about its geography than we could ever hope to learn from a corpse, there is the question of if it is part of some sort of tribe. A tribe that may be grateful for its rescue, or angered by its death."

[Draignean]

Anders shrugged. The woman had explained gratitude to him once, and this felt like the situation where it should apply, but it seemed muddled. She'd also tried to explain good and evil to him during the same conversation, to even less success.

"Are you sure? You've said that gratitude is felt towards someone who does something that is 'good' that they were not expected to do, and that gratitude is like transaction where the person who is indebted is the person who had the 'good' thing done to them. I've also heard it said that saving lives is 'good' and that 'good' deeds better the doer as much as the subject." Anders said unhurriedly, balanced a knife in each hand as he fell into a position where he could spring forward to strike down any creatures that went for Moubu. He wasn't excited or nervous at the prospect of battle, and the exceeding intricacy of 'gratitude' seemed like it was worth his time to at least try to learn. "Thus, if we are both doing each other 'good', and we are done as much good by the action as he receives, why is there a debt? Furthermore, if there are more of us, and we are all committed to saving him and doing a 'good' which then betters us, wouldn't the total amount of self-reflected 'good' require that we be indebted for him because he put himself in a situation where we could rescue him, thus bettering ourselves in multiplicity whereas the good done to him is unary?"

[UXLZ]

"Not many others bother to analyze it to such an extent. I'm sure a proper answer exists somewhere, but it is not mine to give."

Emilia hesitates for a moment. She hadn't expected to enter this sort of talk immediately before beginning a fight, but she would try to give some sort of answer, even if it was not a good or proper one.

"Think of money. Why does it have value? Everyone agrees to use it and trade with it, but it is inherently worthless. Mere scraps of paper or shiny coins. You cannot eat it, you cannot hunt with it, you cannot fight with it, you cannot breathe with it, you can only influence others. That is gratitude. Inherently worthless, but still valuable."

[ATHATH]

Hide. Use my high Entropy and Enchantment scores to subtly break whatever agreement the bees made with each other to share/help each other catch this meal.

Skelebro just walks/teleports (I think he can do that) over to the sinking creature and walks/teleports back out of the quicksand, confident that the bees will not attack him due to his lack of flesh. If he can't do that in one turn, he does as much of it as he can in one turn.

[ATHATH]

"Keep yourselves hidden, guys. We might be able to avoid fighting these bees directly.

[GiglameshDespair]

Moon rabbit is G11, and can be white.

Strange creatures! Strange smells! All so odd! Her rabbit-ears flopped as she took in the scene.

Her companions were so-so - she'd wouldn't take any of them back to the moon.
But being a hero was good - a love between two heroes - that sounded good!

She gazed at one of the monkeybees and spoke a single word, weaving power within the word. The mud itself rose up in a languid paw to grasp one of the monsters.

Cast alteration Immobile on moneybee at D4

[Dwarmin]

Emilia attempts to increase her reflexes with a magical cantrip.

[DC 16 vs Movement 2d6+1d20 (8+16)=24], Pass!

Momentarily covered in a nimbus of white energy, her senses expand-her hand eye coordination increasing to supernatural levels.

Effect: Emilia's defense scores are increased +3 against the Finesse Attacks.

She hears the distant flutter of white wings.

...

Moubu charges forward, as usual, bellowing threats.

[DC 10 vs Movement 1d10+1d20 (9+6)=15], Pass!

The Apebee doesn't very seem very intimidated by Moubu's display...oh wait, it totally is now! It looks really scared!

...

Jao unlimbers his shortbow and ponders the meaning of the word 'middlest'. Did he mean X or Y axis? Who can say! After a few seconds ruminating on his mysteriously expanded powers (he almost feels as if one of his mediocre stats have somehow been merged with another, much poorer attribute), he decides to fire at the nearest orangubee.

[DC 13 vs Agility 1d8+1d20 (6+1)=7], STILL ULTRA Fail!

Boing! Jao grimaces in dismay as his shoddy discount black market bow-string snaps in two, as he nocks a shoddy discount arrow-it does so with a cheerful, indeed musical twang, one he would be honored to have the ability to replicate in a more genteel setting for a captive audience.

He reckons it should only take a few tense moments to slapdash a quick repair upon the item (mostly involving a pair of pliers, some glue, and a lot of cursing), but does he have a few moments to spare?

Jao has a choice to make!
~Jao can repair his bow quickly, but he'll arrive last on next turns initiative roll, without his bonus.
~Throw the bow away, repair it later! Go into next turn using your current initiative bonus)

...

Anders decides to use his time to also effect a preparatory spell upon himself...

[DC 14 vs Movement 1d6+1d20 (2+2)=4], Fail!

Unfortunately, the constant distraction of his teammate distracts him (obviously), and he misses a crucial, indeed entirely vital syllable in his chanting. After an intriguing moment, in which nothing at all tentacular emerges from the thin-air between the worlds and begins to feast on reality, he decides to try and recover the threads of his spell before they can escape...the magic he does find is mostly raw, unformed-deadly, in fact. He can sacrifice a bit of his life force to maintain it, but the spell will surely kill him if he tries to handle it too long-it's not entirely unlike trying to cup a live flame in ones hand, or holding a sword without a hilt.

Ah, but what price glory? As if he could understand glory, anyway. He knows all about prices of course.

Anders has a choice to make!
~Gain haste effect as usual, but take 1d4 damage from the strain every round you use it
~Safely cancel the spell before it harms him.

...

Balecar orders his bag of bones to fetch the frog-being. It promptly charges into the quicksand, then teleports a short distance. This understandably enrages the chimpanwasps.

He also mumbles some sort of incantation, but the GM has no idea what he's trying to do, and so ignores him.

...

Moon Rabbit is happy to be doing things. Though her reaction is somewhat slow compared to her allies, she could hope it would be potent...she aims unintentionally, perhaps, at the beeape Moubu is trying to make angry enough to maul him.

[DC 14 vs Alteration 1d10+1d20 (6+10)=16], pass!

Most satisfyingly, a huge muddy paw lifted from the muck and slapped the Monkeybee down. Serves him right! She recalls that this is quite impressive, considering there's not even any mud on the moon.

...

Initiative checks!

Mouba 1d8+1d20 (3+16)=19
Monkeyapebees: 1d8+1d20 (4+8)=12
Wen-Tsu 1d4+1d20 (2+9)=11
Anders 2d6+1d20 (3+6)=9
Emilia 2d6+1d20 (5+3)=8
Balcecar 0+1d20 (6)=6
Jao ?

Mouba and possibly Jao are up!

Spoiler: Map Legend (click to show/hide)

The land before you is pretty swampy, but it shouldn't affect your balance much. Unless you fall in that huge quicksand pit. You notice only a few trees and large smooth boulders about, including one jutting of the muck, and another wedged between two trees-the greenery above is heavily festooned with jungle vines and branches.

B=Monkeybees!
@=Our Heroes ((For the first turn, give me a map position of one of the '@' marks, and also a color not red/blue/green. That'll be your character from now on. Which means you can choose your starting position.))
k=Poor Frog Kid

One Hex=5 Ft
Movement speed for heroes=30ft a round

Grey: Boulders. Requires no check to ascend, but does cost all your ground movement to enter a boulder square initially-as long as you have any movement left in a round, you can ascend and arrive on the next turn.
Brown/Leafy: Jungle trees. Easy to climb, but takes all your movement in a round to ascend one-as above. You might take damage if you attempt to jump or fall out of them, tho, depending on the ground you land on.
Dark Brown: Quicksand. Entering from ground level immediately stops any movement, and you can only move 5ft every turn afterwards. Spending more than 3 rounds in Quicksand, and you have to make a might or agility check-if you fail, you become immobile and begin to sink. 3 rounds after that, you DIE.
Overhead: There is a dense mat of vegetation above your heads, both branches and vines-if you ascend to this level via one of the boulders or by climbing the trees, you can move double speed at the cost of an agility check. An attack or rescue launched in this way would be potentially very effective, and quite comical.

Weapon Ranges
Melee = Within your reach
Projectile = Weapon range (Disadvantage 1 per extra range increment)
Supernatural
1 - 3 = 25’
4 - 6 = 50’
7 - 9 = 75’

Spoiler: Enemies (click to show/hide)

Monkey Beesx5

Monkey Bee A
Immobilized, Intimidated!
...

35ft speed, flying, climbing
Hit Points: 12/12
Agility 3
Fortitude 3
Might 3
Perception 5

DEFENSES
Toughness: 13
Evasion: 13
Resolve: 10

ATTACKS
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Players
((OOC: This section isn't close to being done))

Spoiler: Anders N'thlei (click to show/hide)

Hero Name: Anders N'thlei
Archetype: Innsmouth Assassin
Level: 1
Player:  Draignean
Physical Description: Gaunt and slightly stooped, this man carries a feeling of distinct age despite his physical youth. He would be exceptionally tall if he stood straight, and his entire body seems stretched,  with his arm in particular peculiarly long and of... unseemly proportion. His shoulder length black hair, despite the application of any product or heat, behaves as though perpetually damp. His face is angular and particularly distasteful, with a too-wide mouth and large, almost bulging grey eyes that tend to go forego blinking for disturbingly long period of time.
Bio: Anders was once thought of as a miraculous child, the product of the long assumed barren marriage between a well-to-do fishmonger and a weaver. Yet, though the friend's of the couple rejoiced at the happy emergence of a scion, the fishmonger and the weaver always seemed to hold a sort of reserve around the boy. They doted on him. They loved him desperately. Too desperately. 

As a child, Anders was beautiful, a normal boy any regard. As he grew, he began to... change. After puberty, he began to take on many of the features that now seem so characteristic of him. The lankness of hair, the overlong limbs and spidery fingers, the wide mouth and singularly bulging eyes... The emergence of these features was slow, but nonetheless sufficient to make the others of his small town step quickly around him. He learned quickly, exhausted what knowledge there was in his little fishing village and mastering reading and writing to a degree that neither of his parents had ever managed. Anders was often described as soft-spoken, but there were few who would engage him in conversation for more than a few minutes at a time. Most had the disconcerting feeling that there was something... else whispering in their ears whenever the young boy talked to them.

As a young man, Anders habits made him a pariah. He enjoyed fishing, and had an aptitude for it that surprised even his father, but the thing that he seemed to enjoy most was watching the process of life leaving a body. It fascinated him, and drove everyone else away. A past-time of his, in they way that a man might skip stones, was to pick up crabs from the rocky shores and pull their legs off, one by one. He'd then set the body down and watch the doomed creature's eyes, trying to find the exact moment that life left the body.

Leaving his small town was an inevitability. He was not driven out, he didn't murder his mother and father, he didn't leave the village a smoldering ruin behind him. Perhaps he sensed that the growing darkness in him would need a more satisfying repast than the lives of fish and crabs and left in order to protect the few people he might have cared for, but that would be far too optimistic an approach.

Physical
Agility: 5

Social
Deception: 4

Mental
Logic: 3
Will:2

Supernatural
Illusion: 2
Movement: 2

Defenses
Toughness = 10
Evasion =  15
Resolve =  12
Hit Points = 14

Feats
Lethal Strike (3)
Evasive Footwork (2)
Combat Momentum (1)

Race
Deepspawn Hybrid Perfectly Normal Human
Perks:
Dagonspeak: You have practiced the ways of sneaking hidden charms and subliminal messages within everyday conversation. Once per day, when you converse with an intelligent creature for at least five minutes, you will learn one useful secret of the GM’s choosing about the creature.

Blessing of Mother Hydra: Anders heals particularly quickly when in saltwater, and can act as though he had Sylvan ally with regard to fish, aquatic reptiles, and creatures of dark and deep aquatic places. Granted, he's also automatically detested by dogs, cats, and most wholesome creatures that walk under the light.

Flaws

Susurrus: Indistinct whispers, caressing the edge of perception, hover around the young N'thlei. The effect is barely noticeable, but still distinctly unsettling for periods of long exposure. Worse, there are times when the voices speak directly to Anders, giving him directions. Sometimes the directions are harmless, but Anders follows them without question.

Orange and Blue: Anders is incapable of recognizing good from evil. Principally this means that he trusts his companions to make the distinction (or the voices in his head), but on his own he's capable of coming to some truly bizarre conclusions about what the appropriate next action should be, in any context with people. 

Equipment
Heavy Item Maximum: 1/2
 
Weapons:
Hand Crossbow  |Melee, Versatile , Forceful, Precise  |
Short Bow     |Melee, Two-Handed, Forceful, Precise, Reach | Knockdown, Immobile
Dagger x5 |Melee, One-Handed, Precise, Range 25, Swift 2| Persistent Damage
 
Armor:
Leather Armor|DEF 4, Speed Penalty 0, Heavy
 
Other:
Rogue's Pack|Bulky

Banes
Blind
Demoralize
Disarm I
Forced Move I
Immobilize
Incapacitate
Persistent Damage II
Phantasm II
Silence
Slow
Stun

Boons
Haste

Spoiler: Emilia Reginleif (click to show/hide)

Hero Name: Emilia Reginleif
Archetype: Own Empress       
Level: 1
Player: UXLZ
Physical Description: Beautiful and young with pale skin, straight crimson hair, and piercing cyan eyes, Emilia would be a head turner almost anywhere in the world. She wears the armor of a fighter or knight, but does not seem to carry any weapons.
 
Bio: Found as a baby near a strange shipwreck one night by a kind-hearted couple as they walked along a stormy beach with a white feather clutched to her chest, Emilia was taken in and raised as their own daughter. Despite the strange circumstances, initially she seemed like any other child, but over time they began to notice something strange. Rocks she stood on would disappear, only to later be found in her crib. Food she did not want to eat would vanish entirely, cutlery would disappear into the ether for days. At first they were baffled, but after seeking the advice of a wondering wizard discovered that she could shunt objects into a pocket dimension and withdraw them at will. He offered to take her to a magic academy where her gifts might be further developed, but they declined. It was obvious, they said, that by looking at how she so cheerfully watched the guardsmen practice that she wanted to be a warrior, not a mage.   

As time went on the girl began to wonder about her past. She loved her adopted parents dearly, but also felt that it was not her fate to live out a humble life in their small village. She was older now, and knew how to fight, how to use her gifts. Many years of practice had seen to that. Still, they did not listen, they did not let her go. It was too dangerous, she would die or worse, they couldn't bear to see their daughter leave. Many days and nights of arguing eventually culminated in her running away on a stormy night much like the one on which she had been found. Her worried mother and father searched desperately high and low, until they found her crying by an old and decrepit tree. A flash of lightning, a strong gust of wind, and down the tree came toward's the young girl's head, crashing to the ground. Miraculously, she emerged relatively unharmed, with only cuts and bruises to show for what most certainly should have been her end. In the distance unbeknownst to Emilia, her parents noticed a feather floating off in the wind, and the ghostly image of a blonde-haired woman dressed in furs and armor, white wings spreading from her back. It was then that they realized their daughter was truly special, and together they decided to support her whatever the future may bring.

Notes: Emelia is the name her parents gave her, but her last name came from the hull of the broken ship.
 
=Stats=

Physical
Agility: 5 (2d6)
Fortitude: 3 (1d8)
Might: 1 (1d6)

Social
Presence: 3 (1d8)

Mental
Will:3 (1d8)

Supernatural
Movement: 3 (1d8)

Defenses
Toughness = 17
Evasion =  19
Resolve =  16
Hit Points = 28/28

Feats
Boon Access (Absorb Object)

Race
Race: Celestial
Racial Bonus: Divine Intervention/Once per day, when you are subject to a Finishing Blow while your hit points are below 1, you automatically heal to a hit point total of 1.

Equipment
Heavy Item Maximum: 0/2
 
Weapons:
Longsword  |Melee, Versatile , Forceful, Precise  |
Glaive     |Melee, Two-Handed, Forceful, Precise, Reach | Knockdown, Immobile
Dagger x12 |Melee, One-Handed, Precise, Range 25, Swift 2| Persistent Damage
 
Armor:
Scale Shirt|DEF 4, Speed Penalty 0, Heavy
 
Other:
Adventurer's Pack|Bulky
 
Banes

Boons

Spoiler: Jao Feng Ling (click to show/hide)

Hero Name: Jao Feng Ling
Archetype: Elderly Bard Git       
Level: 1
Player: Lawas
Physical Description:Jao is short, stumpy, and fairly wizened. He’s an old and unremarkable Halfling, with bushy eyebrows and deep scowly wrinkles. He dresses like a dull scholar of geography, or an off-duty alchemist, in clothes that weren’t actually fashionable several decades ago, and have numerous patches in now. He also smells a bit like steamed broccoli, with flat kind of eyes and a mouth that seems to snarl when its owner might want to smile. Which he doesn’t ever, so it’s neither here nor there.

Bio: Jao Feng Ling is a fine example of the triumph of persistence and… well, that’s it, really, over mediocrity, lack of talent, and lack of that wow factor that a bard should, perhaps, possess. He has a thousand poems and only a single fan, although in his darkest nights even Jao himself has begun to doubt his genius.

Jao is from the Dragon Archipelago of the Far West, a scattered collection of small islands on the edge of the known seas. Legend has it that they are so named because the First Dragon, having been created and not sprung from an egg, didn’t know how to care properly for an egg – and so she dropped them all into the sea, where the land beneath the sea took pity on them, and roosted them itself. The earth grew slowly in mounds over the eggs, and eventually broke the surface. And thus, thousands and thousands of years later, from time to time a dragon emerges fully formed from under the waves, and brings terror upon the islanders, until a Dragon Speaker rallies to the misfortune, and persuades the Dragon to leave for the East, where the creatures are larger and, indeed, tastier, and more likely to sustain a glorious and regal creature such as you, m’lord Dragon.

This raises two interesting cultural points about the Dragon Archipelago. Dragon Speakers are their Bards and their Elders: repositories of ancient knowledge and ancient tales, and of course vital in stopping the entire adult population being eaten alive every century or two.

And the Dragon Archipelago is entirely populated by Halflings – a sturdy breed of Sea Halflings, who spend as much time at sea as on the steep mountain slopes of their island homes. They are comfortable at sea and on slope, but not so much in the company of larger folk – that is to say, anyone other than a Halfling.

When Jao was younger, it was his dream to follow in the footsteps of his elder brother and become a trainee Dragon Speaker. He loved the old tales, and he loved to spin new ones. But his brother’s mentor would not accept him as a student – Jao just didn’t “have it”, he said. He never explained what Jao never had, and Jao could never work it out. The problem was, Jao just wasn’t a performer. He didn’t have that starry sparkle, he had no rapport, he had no connection with the people he spoke to. In fact, despite being able to come up with the most outlandish – or even true – tales, he just didn’t have a way with words. To be quite blunt, many people found him incredibly boring.

So as a wandering self-taught Dragon Speaker in training, he came upon rejection after rejection; at street corner after street corner he went home with no takings in his busker’s hat; nowhere would people listen to more than a minute of his carefully crafted but exceedingly dull stories. Nobody cared about his tired, clichéd, awful poetry describing the wonderful mundanities of life on the dusty road, and nobody cared for his stilted, nasally delivery during which he forgot most of the words.

He decided, eventually, that this was because Halflings are idiots and that the Halfling culture they cherished was a bag of nonsense, and no one alive had actually seen one of these so-called dragons anyway, and he took a rare ship to the East. Here he spent years more wandering, travelling, through countrysides and towns that were, to him, unimaginably vast – and he spent years and years dangerously close to starvation. Nobody bloody cared, and he was incapable of making a living as a professional bard. Jao began to feel somewhat bitter towards the whole world, and not just towards the average eejit of a Halfling.

He started looking into methods of forcing people to like his work – he began searching out libraries of rare oeuvres where he could examine the esoteric mysteries of enchantment, and mind control. And he began to be less idealistic – and indeed positively pragmatic, as time went further by – and steal for food, or pick a pocket for drink, or kick a child for fun. Everywhere he went he would steal, lie, and cheat, his complete lack of personality and interest playing considerably in his favour as no one would suspect such a nonentity to be capable of anything other than nothing. He’d typically be forgotten minutes after he passed.

But they were all Wrong. Someday, Jao would make entire towns of people sit down and listen to his orations – and by the gods, they’d enjoy them. And applaud. And give him money.

He dreamt of that day nearly every night.

In the meantime, he criss-crossed New Miriam, running errands that were somewhat below the greatest story teller of his generation, but at least earnt more than his poetry ever did.

 
=Stats=

Physical
Agility: 3
Fortitude: 2

Social
Deception: 3

Mental
Learning: 3
Logic: 1
Perception: 3
Will: 3

Supernatural
Enchantment: 3 (1d8)

Defenses
Toughness = 14
Evasion =  15
Resolve =  13
Hit Points = 20/20

Feats
1. Supernatural focus - voice - Enchantment
2. Lightning reflexes - Int+1
3. Well Rounded

Race
Race: Halfling
Racial Trait: Lucky/Once per day, in a moment of need, you can call on luck shine to upon you. The GM decides what form this luck takes. For example, an attack that was meant for you might target an ally instead, you may discover a secret passage to escape from a rolling boulder, or a town guardsman decides to overlook your crime because you happen to have grown up on the same street.

Equipment
Heavy Item Maximum: 0/2
 
Weapons:
Club |Melee, Versatile , Forceful, Precise  |
Shortbow    |Melee, Two-Handed, Forceful, Precise, Reach | Knockdown, Immobile
Dagger |Melee, One-Handed, Precise, Range 25, Swift 2| Persistent Damage
 
Armor:
Leather Armor|DEF 4, Speed Penalty 0, Heavy
Hat |Fashionable

Other:
Adventurer's Pack|Bulky
 
Banes

Boons

Spoiler: Wen-Tsu the Moon Rabbit (click to show/hide)

Hero Name: Wen-Tsu the Moon Rabbit
Archetype: Moon Rabbit
Level: 1
Player: Gig
Physical Description:  A short woman, a perfect five foot tall. She wears a white thigh-length robe, the left arm blue, the right arm red, with the colours flipped for her leggings. Her feet are bare. Her hair is long, a platinum colour, and spills down over her shoulders. A pair of rabbit-like ears rise from her head. Her eyes are a pinky-red.

Where she steps, she leaves the tracks of a rabbit, not a person.

Bio: Wen-Tsu has come from the jade palaces of the Lunar-Fey. From their tranquil gardens, they look to the world above. Many travel to the world through great rituals, that teleport them through the empty void, in order to find love and interesting stuff on the world. Should they find a lover, they return with them to the moon, where they raise a family - Moon-fey only ever have daughters, who look to the world above... Such has it been for a long, long time.
 
Wen-Tsu made the journey down, having heard from her mother countless tales of the world. She loved listening to tales of the world, so different from the serene, safe palaces of the moon. She's determined to find a heroic love, and thus enlisted in the hero's guild to help that come to pass - and see as much of the world as possible.

Bio:
 
=Stats=

Physical
Agility: 1

Social
Presence: 3
Persuasion: 3

Mental
Will: 1

Supernatural
Enchantment: 4
Alteration: 4
Movement: 3 (1d8)

Defenses
Toughness = 10
Evasion =  11
Resolve =  14
Hit Points = 26/26

Feats
1. Lucky
2. Boon Focus (Regeneration)
3. Untrackable

Race
Race: Lunar Feytouched
Racial Trait:Fey Aura. Your fey blood gives you a compelling quality that can affect even the coldest of hearts. Once per game session, you can leverage your fey aura to turn an enemies mood in a certain way. Note that such magic is subtle, like a chisel, and can't be used in the fashion of a battlehammer-you cannot convince someone to commit obvious suicide, or otherwise force them to do something entirely out of their character.

Innocence: You radiate an aura of childlike, pure innocence. The enemy might choose to help you out of pity, look the other way when you’ve done something illegal, forgive a debt you could never pay, or vouch in your favor before the authorities.
Friendship: You radiate a nimbus of camaraderie and trust. A chosen target usually views you as a good friend, and is willing to help you if it's reasonable.
Romance: If the target would otherwise be attracted to you, that feeling is amplified to what they feel is true love. They will do almost anything for you not against their nature, but such a strong emotion can be difficult to control.
Wrath: You compel a great and terrible anger in your target. It is difficult to control this rage once unleashed, so you have better have a good target in mind.

Equipment
Heavy Item Maximum: 0/2

Wealth level: 3

Weapons:
Shortbow
Quarterstaff
Hatchet
 
Armor:
Leather Armor|DEF 4, Speed Penalty 0, Heavy

Other:

 
Banes

Boons

[Criptfeind]

Moubu shook his head at his companions chattering, the tips of his ragged hair wagging back and fort as he pelted forward further. "You two talk to much! We will save the frog so that it can tell us where the hell we are! Easy as that!" He shouted as he approached the nearest Insectile Ape. Although it was hard to tell from their simian faces where their attention was diverted to, Moubu could only assume they would go after the largest threat, which was naturally himself. Moubu drew up from his endless well of fortitude, readying himself to hold against the onslaught of the apes!

Major action: Cast Regeneration I on myself using Alteration. (1d20+1d8 vs DC 12)
Move action: Step forward to E6, and face the swarm head on!

[lawastooshort]

Fix the stupid bow and make a mental note to have words with its vendor when I return. Then shoot the immobilised apebee, maybe it won't go as wrong.

"If the damn thing can talk... Looks like an eejit, to me," Jao mumbled to himself.

[Dwarmin]

Major action: Cast Regeneration I on myself using Alteration. (1d20+1d8 vs DC 12)
Move action: Step forward to E6, and face the swarm head on!

[DC 12 vs Alteration 1d8+1d20 (4+4)=8], Fail!

The Half-Orcs well of fortitude is running dry, apparently. He feels sort of dizzy...out of breath...really hungry. The shipwreck must have taken more out of him than he thought. Moubu needs food-badly!

He still feels he can push himself through this by pure Orcish willpower, but it's definitely going to strain something if he does.

Moubu has a choice to make!
~Gain regeneration effect, but gain fatigue level 1 after the battle is over. He can remove this fatigue by getting a good meal.
~Stop and catch his breath, no effect!

Monkeybees attack!

The immobilized and intimidated beemonkey tries to shake off his effects, taking no other moves on this turn...

Intimidated Bane DC 10 vs 1d20=3 (1/3 fails)
Immobilized Bane DC 10 vs 1d20=19

It manages to break free from the muddy grasp Rabbit put upon him, but if anything he's more terrified than ever.

...

The remaining five bees fixate on their targets!

Two of them attack Moubu-one trying to headbutt him into the ground, the other going for his throat.

[Monkeybee Knockdown attack!
Moubu Toughness 22 vs MB Might 1d8+1d20 (6+17)=23], Hit!

Moubu is mashed to the mud by a mighty Monkeybee missile!

Effect: Moubu gains knockdown bane! (The target falls prone. Prone targets have disadvantage 1 on all attacks they make. Melee and area attacks against prone characters gain advantage 1. Projectile attacks against prone targets suffer disadvantage 1.)

[Monkeybee Claw attack! (Advantage 1)
Moubu Toughness 22 vs MB Might 1d8+1d8+1d20 (8+5+5)=13, evade!]

He just manages to fend off the wildly thrown claws, however, as they jab for his eyes.

...

Two more beesturangs go for Emilia, who is actually up in a tree, and an easy target.

[Monkeybee Grapple attack!
Emilia Toughness 17 vs MB Might 1d8+1d20 (7+16)=23], Hit!

Effect: Emilia gains immobile bane! (The target cannot move from its current space. If you invoked the bane with a Might roll, then both you and the target are immobile in your current space for the duration of the bane (locked in a grapple). While grappling in this manner, you can attempt to inflict this bane again upon the target. If successful, you can move your movement and take the target with you..)

One of the Monkeybees latches onto her with it's primate strength! It has really terrible breath.

Sensing a vulnerable enemy, his buddybee aims his stinger at her abdomen...

[Monkeybee Sting attack!
Emilia Evasion 19+3=22 vs MB Agility 1d8+1d20 (4+17)=21], Evade!

She holds her breath for a few moments, but ultimately she is able to twist her body in such a way that the venom dripping stinger is deflected off her energy shield. Close one!

...

The last Monkeybee, perhaps a bit less stupid, flies past both meat shields and looks for a juicier target...

[Monkeybee Ranged attack! (random target 1d4=2, Anders)
Anders Evasion 15 vs MB Agility 1d8+1d20 (7+14)=21], Hit!

Using it's simian intellect, it picks up a large coconut from a nearby tree, and hurls it at Anders head. Perhaps he's never been attacked by a coconut before, as he fails to dodge the monkeybees fairly accurate throw-bonk!

Anders takes 6 damage!

It chatters with delight at his quite obvious pain.



Everybody else is up!