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[4:23 PM] DM: 17 Pupemont 3Y20

## Somewhere in the Fytulk

It's cold, calm, and cloudy, and somehow even colder than yesterday.

[4:27 PM] DM: The morning and afternoon pass uneventfully, but since the evening, as you're looking for a campsite, does not, I think we'll stop here until Sunday so Urrak can be fully involved.

[11:43 AM] Ryleigh: Ry seems rather distracted as they travel, occasionally she whispers something to Rukiya.

[11:48 AM] DM: While you travel, your feet growing weary and numb from the cold, looking for a place to camp for the night, you're all suddenly beset with a need to get closer to one another, like you miss each other's company, and in that moment, some of you might recognize that something's wrong. Give me perception checks, at advantage if this feeling would be weird to you.

[11:49 AM] Urrak: ((17))

[11:49 AM] Ryleigh: ((18))

[11:50 AM] Seirixori: ((29))

[11:51 AM] Ryleigh: ((Rukiya: 20))

[11:52 AM] Seirixori: ((Gunnloda: 15))

[11:55 AM] DM: So you all notice when a grey human-like form steps out from behind the tree, moaning a single word none of you understand, over and over. Its arms and legs all end in harpoon-like spikes instead of hands and feet, and its eyes, black like coal, seem to constantly drip dark tears down its sorrowful face.

[11:57 AM] Seirixori: "No, nope, no. I don't want it," Seir whines as she somehow thinks she can even hide behind Gunnloda as giant wolf made of fire.

[11:58 AM] DM: It reaches out one of its not-hands to you with another moan, and the limb grows extremely long as it reaches out for Brimeia.

[11:58 AM] DM: And with that, we'll roll initiative.

[11:58 AM] Urrak: ((8.16))

[11:59 AM] Seirixori: ((7.17))

((Gunnloda: 8.08))

[12:00 PM] Brimeia: ((13))

[12:01 PM] Ryleigh: Ry: 12

Rukiya: 14

[12:04 PM] DM: Brennys stumbles backwards from the arm flying past her, and draws her bow. One of the arrows hits a tree, but the other grazes the creature. "What the fuck is that thing??"

[12:04 PM] DM: @Urrak !

[12:07 PM] Urrak: Urrak nocks an arrow and aims at the creature, "I have no idea--an' I don't think I wanna find out!" she fires two arrows at it ((27, 5 and 27, 6)) (end)

[12:09 PM] DM: Rukiya

[12:11 PM] Ryleigh: "It's speaking Sylvan," Rukiya says to the others, as she runs to cover. Once she's there, she'll aim carefully and throw a dagger at it. ((25H, 9D))

[12:12 PM] DM: @Brimeia !

[12:15 PM] Brimeia: Bri will rage and chuck her magic spear at the terrifying thing. ((15a, 7d;19a, 9d))

[12:17 PM] DM: As soon as the spear sticks into whatever it hits, it reappears in Bri's hand and she hucks it again. The second does hit! Would you like to move as well?

[12:18 PM] Brimeia: ((I think I'll stay put for now, but ancestors, whoo!))

[12:18 PM] DM: True! Ok! Big beefy spectral ancestor dudes!

[12:20 PM] DM: Ryleigh's going to sing a little song and you see the air around the creature turn into swirling colors before it goes back to normal. Unfortunately, the spell is wasted because it nat-20'd its save.

[12:21 PM] DM: Gunnloda?

[12:23 PM] Seirixori: Gunnloda casts Sacred Flame at the creature. ((21dmg if fail dex save))

[12:23 PM] DM: It... does not take.

[12:26 PM] DM: The Lonely will now actually use its attack against Bri that I had already stated. The arm flies past her and then, just as quickly, returns to normal form. It moans the word again and stumbles towards your group, both arms out like it's reaching for you.

[12:27 PM] DM: @Seirixori !

[12:27 PM] Seirixori: "'It speaks Sylvan'," Seir mocks. "Who cares!" She whines and she can't get herself to move toward it. "No one? No? You're all just going to stay here? Great me too, me too." ((She'll ready an attack if something gets close - end))

[12:29 PM] DM: Brennys fires two more arrows into the thing.

[12:29 PM] DM: @Urrak

[12:33 PM] Urrak: Urrak grips her bow tightly as she thinks about what to do next. After a short time, she puts her bow away and draws her sword. She sprints towards the creature, "Die, ye freaky thing!"((20, 14 and 31, 23))

[12:34 PM] DM: Urrak gets two great hits in and gains 10 temporary hp as her sword draws the creature's life energy into her.

[12:36 PM] DM: Rukiya will continue to move around the battlefield. She tosses a dagger and yells the only Sylvan word she knows to try to distract it, giving Bri advantage on her next attack.

[12:37 PM] DM: @Brimeia You're up and have advantage on your first attack.

[12:43 PM] Brimeia: Now that the scary thing is close to them anyway, Bri will run up, transform her weapon into a now fiery glaive, and smack it. ((19a, 17 slash, 6 fire; 13a, 13 slash, 8 fire))

[12:44 PM] DM: It moans mournfully.

[12:45 PM] DM: Ry sighs and steps forward to put it out of its misery. As it falls, it reaches out one more time, then collapses.

[12:47 PM] Brimeia: "Such.... fun stuff in these damn woods." Bri eyes the thing warily and pokes it gingerly with her weapon.

[12:47 PM] Seirixori: Seir, who is definitely still 'hiding' behind Gunnloda says, "I officially do not like this place."

[12:47 PM] DM: It's dead.

[12:48 PM] Urrak: "Fun. Yeah." Urrak wipes what she's hoping is blood off her sword and sheathes it. She turns to Seir with a grin, "A forest ye don't like? Never thought I'd see th' day."

[12:50 PM] DM: Brennys gingerly steps out of her spot behind the tree. "We- we should get moving."

[12:50 PM] Seirixori: "I don't like what's in it," Seir grumbles.

[12:52 PM] Urrak: Urrak nods, "I'm down t' get as far away from whatever th' fuck that thing is."

[12:54 PM] Seirixori: Seir agrees and continues the search for a good camp.

[12:54 PM] DM: So you keep walking another hour to put distance between you and it and find a place to camp that's suitable enough.

[12:55 PM] DM: Is there anything you'd like to do or talk about over camp this evening?

[12:56 PM] DM: If not, we will continue on after an uneventful night to

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