You stab the leather with the arrow and lift the pouch off the grass. But the badly leather shreds...
and a fist sized clear gem falls to deep into the grass, rolling a little further inside the graveyard.

Malak, add 100 XP.

The now shredded bag is extremely old and weathered. Looks like the bottom rotted out. Clearly has been out here for a long time.

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Forgetting the large clear gem, Malak returns to the gate where Emral remains. Looking in through the gate you see, the animal trial leading the high grass covered tombstones, beyond the north wing of the church with  the 2 high windows. Directly across, a south wing of the church. And betweem the two, a small courtyard with the Belfry rising in the back.  The grass is too high to see into the courtyard proper from the gate.

We can go back in the church and search the wall behind the harp, unless we already searched that wall.

fireinthedust wrote:

achiriaco wrote:

We can go back in the church and search the wall behind the harp, unless we already searched that wall.

And I’m not sure we looked at the pulpit either.

Back we go!

Agreed

Iron Ranger wrote:

Helios struggles to rise, following its low arc through these waning days of Fox. Malik hopes to complete the fair Priest's quest before the onset of Bat, for the both of you would freeze where you stood in that inky darkness.

You round the church and stop in your tracks at the grisly sight of 2 wolves gnawing wildly at the chargrilled corpse of Olo.

 

I fire.
17 with out modifiers

Iron Ranger wrote:

Olo's carcass absorbs arrow #16 with ease, as if a loaf of toasted bread.

Well, I'm glad a 17 +3 got through olos armor.

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Iron Ranger wrote:

Emral surely worries for Malak's state of mind, for the thief must recall that Olo never wore armor. Only that heavy wool frock that Malak lamented for on the second night last past when he froze to death...the same frock that was once seared to Olo's corpse, and is now torn aside by the vice grip jaws of these winter beasts.
And as before with the small skeletons, Malak's itchy arrow finger has alerted the wolves to your presence.

They turn toward you, revealing misshapen bodies, lesions and abnormal growths, clear genetic defects.

But their jaws remain killing machines. Sharp teeth glistening in the dim sunlight. Razor sharp.

{roll initiative]

So I want to be clear.
I rolled a 17 +3 = 20 missed my shot on the wolves?

Olo has been having a terrible time with this game, really. I blame it on the... (rolls dice) 2d4 merchants selling (rolls more dice) tapas.

Emral already has his sword drawn, and barks at the accursed wolves. “Get away from him, you bitches!”

Charging in to the left, so Malak can shoot them as they run at me, and then I will attack them.

Int: 3 plus what 18 gets me in the system.
Attack: 14 plus two for 16
Damage: 3+2 is 5

Emral is evaluating these foes as the lesions and speech mean they are more than mere wolves.