[Game #1] Osan Taan's Thread

[Landifarne]

Osan's spoiler-

Osan had been skirting the Djorsalng's eastern foothills for two weeks, making his way south at a glacial pace. Currently unsure as to where to go, the Norwold wilder had fled his tribe a little over a month earlier- and had since been avoiding groups of thrawn (the spoor of the hated creatures was everywhere). Truth be told, Osan was terrified of the reception he would probably get when he reached Norlund proper, as Norwold wilders...and woad-painted druids in particular...were generally considered enemies of the Gallic king.

Waking early [having no choice in the matter, really, as his bivouac in a tight-fitting crevice was so uncomfortable that he got no true sleep], Osan broke his morning's fast with jerked meat, pine nuts and some rock cabbage that was washed down with water pulled from a nearby creek. After mending his equipment, the druid then meditated for a while and extracted energy from nearby sources of power- the cold stream, the stand af tamarask he was sheltering in, a beehive set high above. While painting his skin with woad, Osan poured the energy he had accumulated into a pair of tattoos of the type that the druids of his tribe used to store power. After marking his self in such a fashion, Osan then scoured his camp of all signs that he had been there.

Hiking leisurely that morning, but with his senses tuned to his surroundigs, Osan was surprised 'round mid-day. He had suddenly came across the spoor of another human...

Investigating the tracks, the druid determined that the man (wearing boots of unusual make) who had made the obvious trail was grievously injured, and was traveling northeast- if he still lived. Moving towards the Gallian town of Highwold, Osan thought. Estimating that the spoor was at least three days old, the druid wished the fellow luck (which the man needed, based upon the way his right foot must be dragging and by the crutch he was using) and turned southwest, intending to investigate what had recently occurred. Likely a thrawn attack, the wilder figured.

Carefully paralleling the injured man's trail, but in reverse direction, Osan made much better time than that unfortunate. In one day the druid came to a small spur of mountains that jutted deep into the Djorsalng Valley. Quickly noticing that the pine and fir trees were giving over to hardwoods, Osan immediately sensed that the region was odd: alder, ash and oak trees could be seen working their way up the spur's near slope, towards a plateau that was a few hundred feet higher up. The area fit the pattern of other sites Osan's tribemates...former tribemates, the druid reminded himself...sometimes found in other parts of the Norwold.

"Signs of the ancient ones," Osan mumbled to himself.

[NJWilliam]

Osan Taan, Druid

Looking up at the plateau of hardwoods, Osan turns his concentration to signs of nearby animals, brushing aside the needles and leaves of the groundcover to see what sort of tracks or other evidence may remain. Turning his attention back to the booted tracks, he looks to confirm that they were indeed leading from the hardwood plateau above.

Pray the remnants of the ancient ones stave off the thrawn, he mutters as he squats down into the meager shelter of nearby pair of saplings. The muted earthen colors of his garb blend in with the surrounding area as Osan begins to rock slightly. Closing his eyes, he slows his breathing and reaches out for nearby life sources, searching for anything out of the ordinary, or any nearby animals with which he could speak.

[Landifarne]

Searching the base of the mountain, Osan confirmed that the injured man's tracks originated from the plateau. The spoor was old and faint, just barely capable of being read...thus, about five days old. The druid noted that an assortment of forest creatures had casually walked over the tracks in recent days, as would be the case if the surrounding forest were balanced and hale. Searching about, Osan judged that the flora and fauna appeared quite normal.

Taking a comfortable position and settling into a light meditative trance, the druid repressed some of his normal, human instincts and reached out with a bit of the power his teacher had trained him to manipulate. Osan soon felt the presences of a nearby wood grouse and a young red squirrel. Experience, Osan knew, would eventally allow him to sound a larger region.

[NJWilliam]

Osan Taan, druid

Sensing the grouse and the squirrel, Osan smiles and his fingers unconsciously trace the lines of one of his woad tattoos.
The friendship of either creature would be a welcome change from the austerity of the past fortnight, and no doubt useful as well.
He pushes his hands through the forest bed near his feet until he finds some insects which he holds in his left palm along with a few pine nuts.
Standing up, he slowly heads toward the nearest of the grouse and squirrel. Whichever allows him to approach within 10 feet, he will offer the insects and pine nuts to, while he takes out a bit of mistletoe and quietly begins the incantations he learned to encourage their friendship with him.

[Landifarne]

Osan gently offered the morsels to the two animals, and they took notice- and promptly snubbed the druid!

Smiling to himself, Osan then pulled some dry rations from his pack and offered the animals bits of sweetened ash bread that contrasted with the surrounding foliage. This they both seemed more interested in...

Cast a d100 and a d20. On a roll of 1-60%, the grouse comes within ten feet; on a roll of 61-00%, the red squirrel responds to Osan.

The d20 cast is the respective animal's saving throw. The grouse fails on a 18 or less, while the squirrel fails on a 14 or less. Regardless of the outcome, continue with Osan's actions...

[NJWilliam]

Osan Taan, druid

Grouse or Squirrel: [1d100] = 1, [1d20] = 15

Osan sees that the young squirrel is a bit skittish, even of the druid offering food, but the grouse seems more friendly, or possibly just more hungry.
The grouse makes its way to Osan, eating out of his palm. As the druid's incantation grows more sonorous, the grouse seems more comfortable, though Osan continues for a full hour to be sure the grouse understands the friendship that he hopes to overcome the bird's instincts. When he is done with the incantation, he sits down and offers the grouse more of the sweetened ash bread as he scratches it gently on the side of its head.

"Perhaps a name will come to me soon for you, or perhaps we will speak you can tell me. We need to get going up to that plateau, however."

Osan takes a look at the sun to figure how much daylight remains.

As he heads up toward the plateau, he keeps an eye on the grouse to see if it shows any signs of nervousness or concern as they get closer to the area. If so, he will stop, crouch down in the brush and cast Speak with Animals to ask it what causes its concern, what sort of creatures inhabit the plateau, and where would be the best direction to approach the plateau to remain unheard and unseen.

If the grouse shows no signs of nervousness or concern, Osan will stop approaching the plateau once he has a clear line of sight to it and still has cover from some trees. He also watches for how the trees are changing from evergreen to hardwoods, and whether there is anything more unique about how they transition.

[Landifarne]

Moving up the slope, Osan noticed that the grouse followed him closely, but that it ran in broad circles about him. Much as a hound nipping at its master's heels, the druid thought. And moving in a manner that shows it senses no danger. Good.

The druid observed that the pine and fir trees began to turn into alder, ash and oak, but before that transition, he passed a number of ancient, enormous conifers that formed a ring about the unusual area. Those wooden towers are several thousand years old, he thought to himself.

Within the ring of towering ancients the hardwoods grew in a jumble. Inspecting a number of the oldest specimens, Osan judged them to be several hundred years old and knew that they reflected a small-scale and mature, but entirely artificial system- none of the trees would have grown in the Djorsalng's evergreen forest naturally. Their ancestors must have been planted on the mountain. All this informed the druid that the artificial garden had been untended since before the oldest oaks had sprouted.

Taking his time, but noting that he had but a couple hours of sunlight, the wilder eventually made his way to the plateau. He knew that nothing other than small forest creatures watched him, as the trees were alive with twittering birds and scampering squirrels. However, his grouse friend hung back at that point, seeming a bit skittish of what was ahead. Halting at the slope's crest, the druid stayed within the protective curtain of an oak's boughs and hugged the tree's shadows.

Aways be cautious, the druid had been told as a boy...

Looking at the grouse, the bird didn't exhibit anything new. With its companion resting for a minute, the animal began to peck the druid's pack in search of food. Turning back to the plateau, Osan was not surprised at what was before him as the entire region resembled a few sites that he had seen as a child:

Occupying the level ground, some fifty feet away, were a trio of sarsens that stood despite the weathering they had endured. Those stood, along with a pair of fallen brothers, opposing a half-cylindrical cut that that been gouged into the mountain's side. If the two fallen stones had stood, the five would have completed a beautifully constructed circular space some eighty feet in diameter. Canted at impossible angles, the three standing stones showed signs of glyphs and sigils having once been inscribed upon their surfaces, but centuries of weathering had taken their toll on the granite edifices and it was not likely that Osan would learn anything from them. On the other hand, two of a set of four panels carved from some dark stone (likely slate) still remained mortared to the cut's concave surface. Those promised to be much more informative.

Set into the middle of the wall was a trough that ran outwards for thirty feet and ended in a badly eroded spout that was once carved into the liekness of some forest herbivore. Likely a deer or elk, from the look of it. This trough probably carried spring water to a basin in the center of the place, Osan realized, as he could smell the presence of water and saw that the entire area around the trough's connection to the wall was heavily discolored- saturated in the distant past.

The circular area was irregularly paved with fieldstones set a few feet from each other. Many of the pavers were slightly visible, but most were covered by inches of detritus, grass and small, flowering plants. This paved area (probably about sixty feet in diameter, as the sarsens were about ten feet from the plaza's edge) sloped downward, towards its center...but at an ever-so-slight angle. Lying in the center of the shrine, for an aeling shrine the place certainly once was, was a former well that looked to have collapsed inwards long ago.

Not surprising Osan, as the druid had followed the tracks of his unfortunate guide for more than a day, was that the ground between the collapsed well and one of the toppled sarsens was churned, or had been scuffed many days before [it was hard to tell from 100' away...but leaves had fallen over the area, that was evident] and that a moderate-sized sinkhole had opened up under some of the fieldstone pavers, collapsing a good section of the plaza.

From where he was situated Osan guessed that the sinkhole appeared to be nearly ten feet across, and he could tell that the soil around its edges was heavily gouged or churned- as if someone, or something, had clawed at the lip.

Amongst the hardwoods to his right, but a hundred feet from where he sheltered, Osan saw a small pile of equipment strewn carelessly near a tree. From the tracks he had been following the druid knew that that was where his inadvertant guide had begun his journey towards Highwold...

OK, go ahead. I'll count small animals as 1/2 HD creatures with regards to your animal friendship spell.

[NJWilliam]

Osan Taan, near the sarsens

Osan whispers to his new feathered friend, "Ah, see, perhaps it was nothing more sinister than a fall that injured his leg. Bad enough to leave his gear behind though."

Noting the sinkhole, Osan carefully skirts around the pavers to the gear left behind by his guide, watching for any more signs of instability in the soil and another sinkhole about to form. At the location of the gear he will first look to see how long his guide seemed to have stayed here and how long he had been prepared to stay. Was it a campsite, was his gear left here by the guide, or dragged here by an animal? Osan will carefully prod any piles of supplies or containers with his aklys before looking through them, and will take any tools that seem of immediate use with the sinkhole nearby, rope, a spade, a pole perhaps. He will then head over to the cut in the mountainside where he saw the - hopefully readable - dark stone panels, while there is still some light.

If the sinkhole is on his way to the cut he will carefully tread closely enough to get a look in, mostly for safety at this point until he inspects the panels.

[Landifarne]

Osan skirted around the edge of the plateau and made his way over to the things that lay strewn near a stately ash. As he got closer the druid noticed that the ground between the sinkhole and the tree was marked with the tell-tale signs of blood- copious amounts that could easily be fatal to any human that bled so much. Also evident was that Osan's guide had dragged himself from a position near the sinkhole, where the ground and turf was the most heavily torn, to the shelter of the trees. He probably lay there for some time, Osan figured. Various small pouches, bandages and wrappings lay there, as well as a discarded sack with what must have been tools inside. Other spots near the tree showed signs (broken and bent twigs, leaves and stems) of packs or bags having been laid down, but picked up again.

Prodding the sack carefully, the druid opened it and revealed a hammer and a lengthy piece of rope-still coiled and cinched with a bit of cordage. Strange...

A sapling that had stood near the ash tree had been cut down, the strokes of the hand that accomplished that deed being either incompetent, weak or in extreme pain. There were dozens of chops made into the sapling's base, with many of them having missed the cutting point entirely. A few sprigs had been lopped off the sapling, and were scattered about, as well as the useless top portion of the young tree. The man made his crutch here, the druid knew.

Osan's grouse pecked at the bandages and wrappings that lay about, finding a few insects that had been attracted to the things. After discovering a few bread crumbs in the grass the grouse scratched and scrounged at the undergrowth, looking relaxed and content.

Knowing that the injured man had spent less than a day recuperating at that location, Osan picked up the sack and headed over to the cylindrical cut- observing the sinkhole while doing so.

He couldn't see down into the sinkhole, but after getting a bit closer the druid noticed that the air held much more water near it. Being cautious, Osan didn't want to get too near, but he thought that he could make out a number of closely-spaced, parallel furrows (claw marks?) along the hole's nearest lip.

Sniff, sniff, sniff...Osan thought he was catching a hint of decay. Certainly, the grouse wasn't coming closer to the hole.

Getting closer to the cut, the druid then saw that near the trough, in a position that was not visible before, a shield lay resting on the ground...as well as an errant arrow. More and more strange.

Ignoring those items for a moment the man continued to the (slate? yes, defintiely slate) panels that remained affixed to the mountainside. Carefully carved images were on their surfaces, apparent from even ten feet away; and intricate, but foreign writing.

Aelinghan, Osan reckoned...

...and he had about a tenth-day of sunlight, less than that in the cut's shadow.

[NJWilliam]

Osan Taan

Decay, claw marks, an arrow and shield, with daylight ending, Osan did not care to tarry long, but someone came here purposely for something. Taking a closer look at the images and writing on the slate, he looks to see if it reminds him of anything he encountered before or any of the tales he has heard. Fishing a lump of charcoal out of his backpack and an empty sack, he marks the sack with as good a rendition as the crude surface will allow of the symbols and writing. If the engraving in the slate is deep enough, he will try to take a rubbing off of it with the charcoal and sackcloth.

Stowing the sack and charcoal, Osan picks up the shield and arrow, looks at the grouse, and says, "I don't like that smell either. Best we should take a look when the light is better." The druid then heads carefully back the way he came - removing his tracks as he goes - to the chopped sapling, and looks for a nearby tree that he can climb and which looks to offer a secure perch that has a view of the sinkhole and the cut. Using his rope he makes sure he is secure in his perch, and sets in to watch what, if anything, occurs, and shares some crumbs of his rations with his grouse.

While waiting, he takes a closer look at both the shield and the arrow for any marking or craftsmanship that might indicate something about their origin to him.

[Landifarne]

Osan secured himself in his perch, some fifteen feet in the air. Resting in a comfortable position, with several sturdy branches to keep him from falling, the druid used the last of the waning light to examine the discovered arrow and shield.

Both were of extremely high quality, and no one would have willingly let them go. The arrow was short in length, and of appropriate size for a short bow. It had distinctive black fletchings that didn't match any tribe or culture that Osan was familiar with. Holding a broadpoint of exquisite steel, the single arrow held a value equal to that of a single, low-quality knife. The metal was poished and still had some oil on it, protecting a pattern of intricate engravings depicting various forest creatures.

The shield was of good construction, and of Gallic make. The woven-ivy heraldic device on the front of the shield was not familiar to the wilder, but none of the Norlunders' symbols were. Expertly made, the thing was not of any wood found in the Norwold. Osan debated whether he should claim it as his own, or sell it when the time came.

With the sun setting, Osan's companion fluttered up into the boughs of his tree and settled in for the night. At least you will get some sleep this long night, little one, chuckled the druid.

Waiting patiently, Osan struggling to stay awake. With eyes drooping sleepily, the druid tracked the quarter moon across nearly half the sky before anything of note occurred in the plaza...

Snuffing and snorting, wuffling and wheezing, a small black bear shambled into the clearing some forty paces away. Taking a leisurely route, the animal skirted around the edge of the place and gave the area near the druid's perch a sharp glance. Catching the man's scent, the bear moved off quickly and traipsed back the way it had come...all before the druid could do anything.

By then it was close to midnight and Osan was growing increasingly tired. The druid knew that he would have to make a decision: catch some sleep and have a chance at renewing his magical power in the morning, or continue to stay awake...

[NJWilliam]

Osan Taan

Osan decides to get some sleep, but first casts Speak with Animals and speaks with his grouse friend for a few minutes.
He asks whether it has been in this area before, and whether it has seen any two legged creatures nearby recently.
Osan then asks that if it sees or smells any two leg creature or anything larger than Osan, that it wake him with some pecks on his hand but without any noise.

Osan then meditates a while to get in touch with his surroundings and sets about getting some rest.

[Landifarne]

Osan's little friend responds as best it can to the druid's questions, and the man begins to make sense of its limited ability to communicate:

The grouse indicates that it kept away from this area, since fangs-snarling-claws hunted in this portion of the forest. The area now smells of death and the grouse doesn't want to go near the hole even though it hasn't heard, seen or smelled fangs-snarling-claws since a three leg walked through.

The druid began to teach the grouse to wake him to danger, but realized that such an undertaking would require several days of training. Resigning himself to that, Osan got some sleep.

Waking a few times, the druid thought that he heard some rustling amongst the foliage a hundred or so feet away, but that could have been a deer, or the return of the skittish black bear. Nothing disturbed the druid in his perch, and he woke after dawn to find the grouse foraging for food below.

[NJWilliam]

Osan Taan

Waking, Osan disassembles his rope perch and heads down the tree, he settles onto the ground near the grouse and reaches out to the life energies surrounding him, and taking note of what the weather is like and how it seems it will be today. Taking out his woad he refreshes the patterns and symbols from the day before and after some careful thought adding some different ones.

(ooc: Orisons remaining the same, first level: animal friendship and detect snares and pits)

He has a quick repast, giving the grouse the crumbs that seem to be its favorite, gathers his equipment, and gets ready to continue his investigation of the cut and the sinkhole. Before walking over he slings the coil of rope over his shoulder, lights his lantern and casts Detect Snares & Pits to hopefully keep him safe of any other sinkhole areas on the plateau. He then walks over to the writing on the slate and takes a closer look at it to see if anything is clearer in the morning sun. Finding the nearest heavy stone or tree that is strong enough to use as an anchor for his rope, he ties one end of it to the anchor point, and then walks to the edge of the sinkhole, scanning for pits and snares.

At the edge of the sinkhole he scans right, left, and into the sinkhole for snares and pits, and then takes a closer look at the claw marks to see if he can determine what sort of creature, or at least what size of creature, made the marks. He will then look over the edge into the sinkhole to see what he can see, and to see if there is an obvious safe means of climbing into the sinkhole.

[Landifarne]

The forest environment responds to the druid's sounding and he gets the general impression that the day will be clear, free of rain or storms.

Chanting as he walks, Osan becomes more attuned to his surroundings and realizes, after scouring the area a bit, that there are no traps or hazards nearby. The only thing that could possibly qualify is a small area some thirty feet from the open pit that has relatively unstable ground and could open into another sinkhole within a few years.

Avoiding that side of the plaza, Osan moves over to the slate panels and examines them more carefully. They both have intricate writing that was picked up by the druid's rubbings the night before, and that he recognizes as belonging to the aeling that once called the region home. In addition to the writing, a number of mystic-looking diagrams and other, more mundane scenes are depicted. Of particular note are a couple engravings/illustrations of slender humans (aeling? it's hard to tell the difference) bathing. Water is a prevailing theme in most of the engravings, and Osan realizes that someone more knowledgeable would have greater luck at reading, or interpreting the rubbings from the stelae.

Securing his rope around the base of the nearest sarsen, Osan leads it over to the edge of the pit and drops it down- all the while, being extremely careful near the edge.

Looking around the edge, the druid sees many claw marks that gouged the dirt. Bending close, he can see that the individual claws were spaced a distance apart that would correlate well to that of a small bear or a mountain cat- but there is no fur/hair to confirm such a thing. The druid gets the overall impression that something fell into the newly-opened sinkhole as it was attacking the unfortunate man who left behind so many belongings, as there are drag marks near the blood-darkened section of ground and the rock around the sinkhole's edge has not had time to weather.

The pit exudes the smell of moisture...and of carrion. Osan cannot see down to the bottom of the pit, as it slants and curves just a bit too much.

Bill, I'm not sure if you had a coil of rope before coming across the discarded sack. If you did, then your character now has 100' of rope. If not, 50'. This could affect where he ties his rope (instead of the nearest sarsen- 10' away, would he tie a 100' length of rope to a tree 30' away? Please let me know.

Also, if he goes down the sinkhole, what items will he carry down? You currently have a staff, two shields (or one? I don't remember if you had one previously), that are somewhat encumbering. If you take everything, how do you arrange it? Strap to back?

Lastly, throw a d6 and a d8.

[NJWilliam]

Osan Taan, druid

Osan takes the two lengths of rope and puts a bend in them to tie them securely together like he would do when fishing, and then fastened a secure loop around the tree about thirty feet from the edge of the sinkhole. Closer to the sinkhole he gets ready for a bit of a climb, and puts down his new shield and his staff about ten feet from the edge of the sinkhole at the base of the nearest sarsen.

Taking out his tinderbox he get a bit of wood smoldering from the flame of his oil lamp, puts the smoldering bit back in his tinderbox, and snuffs out the oil lamp before placing it back in his pack. To the grouse, he says, "Hopefully that will keep smoldering until I'm done with this climb, eh?"

Osan then loops the rope around his waist a couple of times as he approaches the edge of the sinkhole. Taking the loose end of the rope in one hand and a bit of mistletoe in the other he chants a phrase and conjures a light onto the end of the rope. Dropping the rope into the sinkhole, he looks anew at his destination, and first ensuring it appears safe to proceed, starts slipping the rope to lower himself into the sinkhole, keeping his feet on the wall if it is within reach.

Above the sinkhole: [1d6] = 3, [1d8] = 3

[Landifarne]

Rappelling down the sinkhole Osan gets a good view of the sides of the pit from the light dangling a short ways down. Smooth, and formed of limestone that had weathered to a breaking point, the sinkhole curves gently to one side after about ten feet, but only an amount sufficient to block the bottom from view. The walls are too slippery for a normal creature to climb up, the druid notes.

Passing over the bend, Osan can see straight down. There, at the bottom of the forty foot shaft is the source of the decaying stench that continues to sweep up (and is getting stronger as he moves down): the rotting carcass of a mountain lion lays beneath a small pile of rock and debris. It is apparent, even from twenty five feet away, that the unfortunate creature fell down the sinkhole and had a few boulders land upon it. Looking about, Osan sees that the shaft ends in a narrow, natural tunnel that has a trickle of water flowing down its center. The debris that fell with the mountain lion has backed this thin stream up a bit, making a fair sized puddle where Osan will land.

Spooked by Osan's light or movement, three small, bat-like shapes fly up from one side of the tunnel-towards the druid. They move relatively slowly, and are somewhat ungainly as they have to ascend the 10' wide shaft rather than fly on more level trajectories. Nevertheless, Osan quickly judges that they will overtake him if he chooses to scurry back up the rope.

Each is the size of a small sparrow or fruit bat, and they are twenty feet below when Osan notices them. Moving in jerky, bat-like fashion, in the dimly lit shaft the druid cannot make out anything else regarding their appearance.

Osan is 25' above the floor of the small tunnel and has one hand free. The other is facilitating his movement up and down the rope. The druid judges that he could perfrom a controlled fall/slide down the rope without sustaining any damage (although that might hurt his hand a bit).

State your actions and then roll a d10 for initiative.

[NJWilliam]

Osan Taan (AC 7, HP 8)

Quickly figuring that he could not evade the flying creatures by going up, and that he would be at a significant disadvantage trying to evade them while on the rope, he decides to descend quickly in a controlled slide to the bottom of the sinkhole.

Thinking that the small flying creatures may be prey for an owl, Osan makes some hoots imitating a great horned owl, hoping it will scare away the creatures.

Initiative: [1d10] = 10

[Landifarne]

A ten, yikes! I hope you're not upset when I remind you that I do initiative backwards, with low value indicating each party's action segment.

Osan slips down the rope quite elegantly, as if he had been practicing such a feat for years. Landing in the puddle, the druid starts hooting like an owl- in a most undecorous fashion. Boots taking in water, and now soaking wet, the man looked up to see the...bats? odd-looking, ugly things with tiny, sharp probiscii that glistened when they reflected the light of his spell. Luckily, the end of the rope hadn't fallen into the puddle as well!

Little Beasties' Inititative: [1d10] = 4

The size of a sparrow, the hideous...but obviuosly young and immature creatures...zoomed down upon the hapless, hooting man, attempting to jab their needle-sharp schnozzes into his exposed neck:

Unknown Flying Beasties' Attack: [1d20] = 19
Unknown Beasties' Attack: [1d20] = 3
Unknown Beasties' Attack: [1d20] = 8

Dodging and pivoting, and half-slipping because of the slick floor, Osan managed to avoid two of the nasty things, but the first one landed upon his collar and curled its sharp claws into the druid's clothing and hair. Jabbing its beak into his neck, Osan screamed in response. With the scent of fresh blood in the air, the midge's companions banked about and flew back- intent on getting their own taste of human blood!

Forty feet above, Osan's grouse friend...well, groused for grubs and insects amongst the churned up ground, oblivious to its companion's plight.

Osan takes 1 HP of damage, and it's your turn! Oh, and throw a d100...Osan's diseased on a 1-5.

[NJWilliam]

Osan Taan (AC 7/8, HP 7/8)

Osan cries out loudly when the "bird" strikes his neck. At least his poor rendition of an owl wouldn't have startled his grouse friend up above.

He swings at one of the flying things with his aklys and grabs at the one on his neck with his other hand, and throws it against the wall.

Osan Aklys: to hit [1d20] = 17, damage [1d4] = 1

Osan Disease Roll (diseased on 1-5): [1d100] = 79

ooc: Not sure how the grab and throw tactic will work, if at all, but here's a d20 if needed: Osan generic roll: [1d20] = 2