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MATT: Okay.
ASHLY: These are such bad stealth checks.
MATT: Thanks to you speaking with nature, I am
ignoring one of the lowest stealth rolls.
ASHLY: Only one?
MATT: Even still, you approach the outskirts of
The Sour Nest. The clouds of the night are broken
here and there, the very darkened night
occasionally broken by the errant moonbeam that
manages to sweep through the open grove where this
fortress was built. The canopy itself cleared out,
leaving it open for the occasional peek of white
through the clouds. The same perimeter wall you
see being slowly trained across by two guards
dressed in the same hooded attire as those that
you previously saw. As you saw as well bringing
the three carts northward from the Glory Run Road.
As you begin to approach, Keg, unfortunately,
manages to step on a hornet’s nest. It crunches
under your foot, and, for a brief second, you
inhale very sharply knowing this familiar sound–
This is not the first hornet’s nest you’ve stepped
into. Thankfully, a moment passes, no hornets. It
was abandoned and had fallen from a tree. However,
you do hear a voice on the wall say, “Hello?”
ASHLY: Shit.
SAM: How far?
MATT: About 70 feet from you.
LIAM: I think we might be doing this now, so be
prepared for it.
ASHLY: I don’t want to put Frumpkin in danger, but
could we pretend it was Frumpkin, if he shoots out
or something?
LIAM: Frumpkin shoots up into the air and bounces
off a tree.
MATT: (hoots) “Oh, there you are again, you
sucker.” He’s going to raise a crossbow again.
ASHLY: Oh no! Oh my god, if I kill someone again!
(laughter)
MATT: That is a 13 to hit. What is Frumpkin’s
armor class as an owl?
LIAM: I have an owl here, it is– That hits.
ASHLY: Oh!
SAM: Burch-icide!
ASHLY: Shit!
MATT: That is four points of piercing damage to
Frumpkin.
LIAM: Frumpkin is alive!
SAM: What?!
MATT: How many hit points does the owl have?
LIAM: Well, it’s 1d4 plus one, and I rolled it
last time, and I rolled a four, so it’s 1d4 plus one.
MATT: So it’s five? This owl takes a crossbow bolt
to the chest, and is like (flapping). You hear the
same voice go, “Fucking hell! What– Phil! I
fucking shot an owl, it’s still flying! I hate
“this forest! It’s bullshit!” You hear this voice a
little further away go, “(laughing) You suck!”
He’s like, “Shut up!” Loads another bolt into it
and starts– You see now is actively looking for
the owl to finish it off and regain his pride.