Always Ascending

[Roselli]

[Short Rest - 2d8+con=8+1+2=11]
(I rerolled this since I messed before)

Gwen gets back up after hearing the noise. "Back into action. We'll be careful. I just want to save our friend. Maybe be the hero of my story. But we'll stay close."

She had the servant pack up the minor sewing supplies, while gwen looked over her own dress. Some damage, that she'll have to touch up next time they stop.

"You would be a lovely addition to anyone's garden, but we'll keep it from happening."

[darlingng01]

Hearing the explosion I snap back to my senses. I quickly slip on the the armband before inspecting the party. Pocketing the apple I look to Duran and begin helping her get her gear back on "Here, let me help you with that." I take care to focus on the pieces of equipment that go on the top of her body, doing all I can to avoid going bellow her waste.

Once everyone has their equipment back on I focus the magic in the armband and clean the clothes and equipment of everyone in the party. [-3 charges for group effect]

[Roselli]

Gwen hums as she gets the rest of her gear on, so she can charge on ahead, again. At least walk at a brisk pace. [song of rest- additional 1d6 for anyone rolling hit dice]

Feel odd as Oric cleans my gear and my clothes, while I'm wearing them. "Um...thanks?? I have an unseen servant barmaid for this kind of stuff. You don't need to go that extra bit, sweetie. It's appreciated, though."

[Ordos]

Naethra's battered leather cuirass fits, albeit not as comfortably as before. 

Strange, she'd never thought of her stringy leather armor as comfortable.  But now she sizeable boobs.  And appeared to be mostly plant.  What a strange day.

"Thank you," she said to Orin as the magic cleaned her clothing.  Well, 'cleaned' may be a generous word.  Her ragged clothes weren't of good make to begin with, and had seen more than their intended share of abuse over the last week.  They were well beyond cleaning, but at least now the threadbare things were less filthy, and only over-strained and unraveling.  Naethra couldn't help but wonder if she'd ever feel truly clean ever again.

"Caution this time.   Move together, one of the heav... someone with armor up front."  She looked at Red, and then at Duran.  "If we can keep sight of each other, we're less likely to fall tits-first into some new trap."  Of the five of them, three didn't have tits before this whole sodden affair began.  That fact alone should be all the argument for caution the group needed... but evidence ran to the contrary, it seemed. 

She invoked the eldritch sight gifted by her patron, and began scanning the woods, keeping an eye out for the tell-tale weave of magic.  Out of morbid curiosity, she looked at her hand with her enchanted gaze.

(Casts Detect Magic)

She walked forward, staying just behind Gwyn.

[darlingng01]

I take to the front of the group, our last run in having bolstered my faith in my dwarven heritage. It's unlikely to matter, but my resistance to poison gives me a small sense of security, and will hopefully prevent anyone from insisting I stay further back. I was built to take hits and keep on kicking, so it's a bit insulting when people insist I stay somewhere safe just because my skills are helpful.

[Nihtgenga]

Retiaria sat, sharpening her weapons while the others rested and recovered. She wasn't sure if it was actually doing anything practical, what with the pearl, but the familiar routine was relaxing. At one point she jumped to her feet, hands darting to her armour. "Whoah, bloody hell!"
After a moment she realised it was just Orin doing some kind of cleaning spell, and she gave her an embarrassed smile. "Heh, sorry. That just felt really weird. Maybe give some warning next time? Thanks though, it's always nice to be clean. I just wish I could have a proper bath..."

"Back into action. We'll be careful. I just want to save our friend. Maybe be the hero of my story. But we'll stay close."

Retiaria smiled at that. "Yeah, we'll get her back, and you'll get your badass story. But sensible and awesome don't have to be exclusive. No running off this time, yeah?"

As the group moved off, Retiaria moved to the front, walking alongside Orin. She tried to keep her eyes peeled for any signs of traps or ambushers, but all this foliage was rather distracting. It was honestly quite offputting for a city girl like herself.

[Perception 6]

[Ryuforce]

Once the armor finally got slapped on she gave Oric a nod. "Thanks.. ugh it's tight but that's certainly not your fault.. also thanks for giving it a clean too." She works herself up as everyone starts to plan up the formation of how they want to proceed. "I probably should take front or be one of the front line. With all this weight, I might trail too far behind if you guys march ahead of me."Duran suggested but would be fine with however everyone wants to move. She certainly wasn't going to question Oric wanting to lead.

She is glad to see the other ones in the group are concern for the disappearing princess which the paladin isn't so sure if she was taken by the goblins or something else entirely. "So team up, go slow, kick butt, and save a princess. Sounds like a good plan." Duran said with a smile. Waking anywhere near the front or right at the front of the team formation. Scanning her eyes to try to spot any threats that may be hiding. Considering how much these plants have been effective at hiding enemies before, she wanted to make absolute sure nobody gets the drop so easily this time.

[Perception: 20 + 0 = 20.]

[Roselli]

As they moved, Gwen felt like she shouldn't use the unseen barmaid as decoy again, although she was a busty decoy. So, she decided to make the best use of her while they walked and handed her gear off for the servant to carry.

"And if you're in front, Duran, we can watch your round rear sway easier. It's a nice view." Gwen commented, "I like the idea, Red, I could use a bath. If I'm going to have a royal body, I could use some perks."

[Alice]

Detecting magic does not show Naethra's body as magical.. She's not under an enchantment.. this is just who she is now. rounding a bend you find yourselves before a clearing. there are three wolves and one larger wolf.. that you realize is actually humanoid as she stands reaching for something in the tree.. This time it seems to be a figure in a robe cursing in a masculine voice as he climbs further up the tree clumsily..

One of the wolves looks down the trail seeing you approach and howls alerting the others.

[Dichotomy]

I swear in my favorite swearing language (goblin, the sharp consonants and strong guttural fricatives make it EXCELLENT for expletives) as a branch snaps as I put weight on it an I have to scramble not to fall down to my inevitable demise. "Umm, uh... good doggies?" I call down at them "I would... well I would say we should talk this out, but my gnoll is quite poor, mostly I just know how to say... well worth a shot-" I point and shout "Look over there!" in gnoll, accompanying it with a shower of sparks at the base of a tree a few trees over, switching back to common "And I really suggest you fall for that trick, or I'll have to get serious."

((init 17+2 =19))

[Ryuforce]

Duran blushed a bit at Gwen's comment. "Please tell me you're only joking.' She mutters as she has no way to stop her rear from swaying with her steps. As they turn the corner though, the dragonborn gasps, seeing a pack of wolves lead by a more human like one. Least one that can stand up like one. Either way Duran readies her weapon and shield while a wolf alerts the rest to their appearance.

Whoever the mysterious man is that is up in that tree might have a chance to observe the possible saviors. One of those members being a rather large and plump dragon born. Pink in color with a pearly white like underside wherever chain mail doesn't cover. Speaking of which that chain mail hugs tight to her curvy heavy body, looking a size to small and likely not helping her chest though that's harder to notice in the armor. Her scales look softer too oddly enough but she tries to stay as fierce looking as a more common dragonborn would be. Pink or not, Duran gives light growl at the wolves. "Looks like we found out what's going on... don't think these wolves are friendly either."

[Initiative. Roll 1: 10 - 2 = 8 Roll 2: 10 - 2 = 8 ]

[HP: 24/24] [HD: 1] [AC: 18 - 1] [Lay on Hands: 0]

[Spell Slots: 0 Uses / Divine Sense: 3 Uses]

Refit Required: - 1 AC and disadvantage on Dex based skills, saves, attack rolls. Resizing armor will fix this. Or probably shedding dem pounds.

Pleasantly Plump: -2 fitness penalty to Dexterity. -5 foot fitness penalty to movement. Gain benefits of the Tough Feat. Welp. Time to gen to love my awsome new pudgy pinkness!

[Ordos]

"Maeve's Tits..." Naethra muttered, raising up herfocus and spear.

(Initiative = 14)

Naethra stood at just about five and a half feet, a cascade of leaves and vines falling just behind her shoulders in lieu of actual hair.  Her face was much unchanged, with soft, demure features and prominent, bright eyes.  Of course, now it was the green of fresh spring growth.  She wore a battered leather cuirass and pair of greaves, each baring the scars of use and recent, haphazard, alterations.  The leather was split, stretched over her vitals, and connected by straps and thread to the rear pieces.  Even then it fit poorly over her prominent bosom and round posterior, both of which were rather noticable for a woman her size, if not as extreme as some of her other companions.  She held a crystal focus in her left hand, fastened to a silver bracelet by a pair of matching, delicate chains, and hefted a worn infantry spear in her other, plain and worn save for its pearly veins.  A perceptive wizard mighty notice an utter absense of finger nails and teeth, or hard edges about her anatomy at all.

(HP: 15 / 17)

[Roselli]

[Init=9]

"I don't know if I could joke about dat ass." Gwen smirked. The tall elf stopped with the group and looked up at the guy in the tree. She had She had long brown hair pulled back into what is now likely a loose braid. With generous curves for an elf, but still a smaller cup and hip size than the rest of her party. she wore an elegant green dress that looked like it belonged to someone of the upper class. On her head she wore a tiara. Her gear floated next to her, being carried by a unseen bar wench. She pulled out her rapier and looked at the wolves, then at the man in the tree.

"I'm gonna guess he's more likely on our side since he's presumably still a man."

[Nihtgenga]

[Initiative: 8+2= 10]

"I like the idea, Red, I could use a bath. If I'm going to have a royal body, I could use some perks."

"So it's settled then: next bath house we find, it's a good soak and a massage all round!" Retiaria quipped with a grin, before sighing wistfully. "Ooh, and some body oil too... damn, I miss that stuff..."

Rounding a corner, she saw the wolves- no, two wolves and one wolf-person- surrounding the man in the tree. Well, it wasn't Aerin, but she couldn't just ignore this fella. No one got famous for ignoring a challenge after all, that would be boring as heck. So she stepped forwards, clashing her trident against her shield and yelling "Oi, bitch! Come get some!"

Hopefully that'd draw some attention away from the bloke in the tree. From his perch, he could see the fighter, 5'10 with an athletic build and a fairly large butt. With her crimson skin, spaded tail and red, pearl-encrusted horns curling back across from her forehead it was impossible to mistake her for anything other than a Tiefling. Between those horns sat a gold circlet, also covered with pearl. She wore what could generously be called leather armour, though aside from the skirt and the steel manica it was all far too skimpy to really be considered practical. She carried a round shield and a pearl-inlaid trident. As he watched, she switched the trident's grip to her shield hand and grabbed a bundle from where it had been hanging at her side. Unfurling it, it was revealed to be a weighted net.

[darlingng01]

[19-1=18 for initiative, not up for writing anything fancy right now but don't want to hold things up.]