A beginning - DM Ian Monday June 16th, 2003 3:02:06 PM
Clustered around a table in the back, the party continues on with their conversation within the Hearthfire. In a lull of the conversation, the waitress stops by to offer a few more drinks.
While everyone makes their decision and the waitress turns to fetch the drinks, Rond (and no one else) suddenly hears Marcus' voice in his ear.
"For friendship, past, and upcoming birthday, would like to share treasure map, sunken ship. Meet messenger road outside Hamlet, will lead you to me. Marcus"
(OOC: as your character sheets are updated, please forward them to me at ianhess@hotmail.com. Feel free to drop me a line if you have any questions, or comments I should be aware of)
Renik Monday June 16th, 2003 6:18:34 PM
Unaware of the voice in Rond's ear, Renik says "Well then, unless there are any further objections, I will take over as leader, with Rond as my second. And should my tactical decision prove eronious in the field, we hold another vote."
He takes a long draught of wine, and says with a wink "Well my first act as leader is something I think is long overdue. We've been calling ourselves the Windhorn Hamleteers for ages, and it just doesn't fit anymore. We need to come up with a proper name for our team. Anyone have any thoughts?"
(OOC: I have a few thoughts on this; perhaps this might be a discussion best handled by email?)
Feng Monday June 16th, 2003 10:39:43 PM
The idea of a group name never caused Feng much thought. He always believed that his actions should state who he was but it would be nice for something that people could refer to them. It would be hard to remember a group of names but one would work well. There is a lot of evil out there. There is much work to do.
"My only request is that the name is not savage in nature and has some dignity to it. I do not want people to think we are just another mercenary band."
Tratain Monday June 16th, 2003 11:29:20 PM
Tratain sits and listens to the conversation the party is having. He says "I would like to continue to travel with you all if you would have me, otherwise I will probably just end up off on some journey by myself. You all see like good people. If you will have me, I will stay with you all."
Rond Tuesday June 17th, 2003 6:57:26 AM
"I agree with Feng that the name shouldn't be too rough soundnig. We might want to consider it for a little bit.
Tain I don't see why you couldn't come along, especially after helping us out with the Dragon. Though we'd have to speak to our employer and make sure that he is aware of you. With that in mind we might want to step outside for a moment, all of us that is."
Draax Tuesday June 17th, 2003 8:13:04 AM
Draax welcomes Tain as an official member of the team. Then he sits and ponders the renaming of the group with the others.
Still at a Table - Dm Ian Tuesday June 17th, 2003 1:54:53 PM
The waitress returns, and sets your respective drinks on the table with a smile. She says, "Just let me know if you need anything else, ok? We have a nice roast on, and a good selection of fruits from a recent caravan, if you like."
Otherwise, conversation continues in this quiet corner, removed from the other patrons.
Renik: the Tale of the White Wolf Tuesday June 17th, 2003 4:44:13 PM
As they sit discussing the group name, Renik has a thought. "You know" he says, "I'm reminded of something my father once told me. I've been thinking of it ever since we battled the Frost Giant and his beasts, and now it strikes me that it could be what we are looking for."
"I was 13, and the villagers had come to see my father to complain that a rogue wolf had been attacking livestock. As the village woodsman it was father's job to hunt the creature down and kill it. Only this time he took me along with him.
I can't describe how proud I felt that morning as we left together. I felt I had become a man. And later, when we stood over its dead body, one of my arrows in its side, I felt more powerful than I ever felt before.
"There are two types of men, son" my father said. He was a quiet man, not given much to conversation, and these words softly spoken over the beast's corpse were like nectar to me, a powerful bond between father and son.
"There are sheep" and with that he gestured down into the valley, towards the village, "and then there are wolves. Wolves are men of power, son. They are the strong, and it is the nature of things for the strong to rule the weak. You only need look at nature to know this is true."
I nodded. At that moment I felt like a wolf, all-powerful.
"I think I'm a wolf, da." I said to him, and he laughed.
"Thank Alemi, not yet, son. You are but a cub, and long may it remain so. But you will be. You will be, and so will your brother." At this he grew quiet, and his features hardened.
"But that's good isn't it, da?" I asked, not wanting this rare moment of closeness to end so soon.
He sighed, and looked me in the eye. "Son, power brings with it many burdens. The strong have a choice to make in their lives. They rule, and so may take what they wish, do what they wish, even kill who they wish. Therein lies the path to evil son, the dark path. It is the way of the Black Wolf. And I fear..." he stopped, shook his head and continued;
"Understand this my boy. It takes even greater strength to have that power, and yet deny yourself all those things that could be yours. If you can be strong and yet care for your fellow man, fight yet be willing to sacrifice all for mere sheep, then you are the greater man by far. The way of the White Wolf is a lonely, often thankless path, but it is the best path a man can walk. Alemi willing, my son, one day you will walk it."
Well, it has been many years since my father died, and my village was destroyed by the stupidity of man and the vengeance of nature. And since that time I have often thought on his words, and hoped they might one day prove true.
Until we ventured into the Scab I thought of myself merely a Gray Wolf, a mixture of the light and dark. Many of my motives were selfish, indeed my reasons for undertaking the mission in the first place were largely to do with greed.
It wasn't until we returned to ghostly Hororot King that I realised; the money, the thrill of adventure; none of that mattered to me more than seeing that ancient hero see the peace he so deserved. I felt changed in that moment. I felt reborn, reborn as a White Wolf."
The rogue stares into the roaring flames of the Hearthfire Inn's fire. "I think I see us all as White Wolves now, where perhaps before I saw only truly saw Feng as such. It might serve us as a name, if you think it not too foolish."
The rogue is silent for some time, lost in memory, then he snaps suddenly back to the present.
"I'm sorry, Rond, did you say what I thought you... outside you say? I'm sorry my friend, I got lost in the past there for a moment. Aye, it might not be a bad idea to step outside and take the night air."
He looks to his companions, subtly indicating they should leave, and rises to join Rond as he heads outside.
Tratain Tuesday June 17th, 2003 8:07:26 PM
Tratain looking a little relieved the group has decided to accept him, sits back and listens to Renik's Tale about the White Wolf. Fitting he thinks to himself but remains silent. Not sure if he should participate as he was only officialy accepted about a minute ago.
Tratain will get up and travel along with the others when it is mentioned they should go outside.
Arien Tuesday June 17th, 2003 8:20:46 PM
Tossing a few coins on the table Arien rises with the rest of the group and heads outside.
Feng Tuesday June 17th, 2003 8:52:15 PM
Feng grabs his double axe and follows the others. The tale Renik told was a fine one. Such a tale that he never had as a child. There was one thing that bothered him. How could the others feel he was a white wolf when Feng himself did not?
Draax Tuesday June 17th, 2003 11:55:18 PM
Draax listens to Renik's tale and liked the moral of the story, but could not honestly consider himself a white wolf. With the type of work they have been doing during the past year he thinks of himself more along the lines as a shadow wolf. He smile to himself as he thinks about Renik's story, for some reason he has always thought of the rogue as a shadow fox.
Bill Troublefinder Wednesday June 18th, 2003 2:55:06 AM
"Hmmm, I'd been thinking of a name like, 'The Blackberry Investigators'," says Bill. "White wolf? I don't know if I want to be called a wolf. But, that was quite a story, Renik. Quite a good story. Let me think on it some."
Just before heading out, Bill pulls out from his pants pocket some smallish squares of parchment. On each one, in various colors of ink, is written the following (with slight variations from one piece to another):
30th! Birthday! Party! Bill Troublefinder & His Family Invite You to Come! On the 10th!
With Pies! And Prizes! And Stories! And Food Galore! Come celebrate, at the Troublefinders' And in the nearby meadow. Pavilions! Acrobats (Maybe)! Dancing! Music! Jokes! (And Pies!) [No shoes required]
Bill gives one of the parchment squares to each of his friends, and one to the waitress in the Hearthfire. "Tain, you have got to come and meet my family, especially now that you're joinin' up with us. Whatever we're called!"
He heads happily out into the night darkness in the company of his friends. If need be, he will pop out a sunrod to provide some light for their path.
Outside in the evening Wednesday June 18th, 2003 8:29:52 PM
Rond stops to deal with the check, as the party files out of the Hearthfire and into a pleasant evening.
Standing outside the inn building, the little details and sounds of the Hamlet winding down for the evening. A cart is being drawn down the street piled high with lengths of drying wood gathered from the nearby land, destined to keep at least several families warm at night. Smoke from cooking fires carrying the scent of various baking goods and cooking meat combine with the sound of children being called in from play for dinner, making for a moment that will likely return to each of you in a harder moment later in your adventuring career.
The road out of town can be seen from your gathering point before the inn, but in the evening light, not much can be seen at any signifigant distance.
Conversation continues, as you wait to hear the reason Rond called you outside. Certainly nothing appears wrong.
Tratain Thursday June 19th, 2003 12:12:11 AM
Tratain follows along, not sure why everyone was called outside, but will go anywhere that Rond directs him to.
He says to Bill "I would Love to attend your party Bill, it sounds like alot of fun, and you can never have enough pie!"
Draax Thursday June 19th, 2003 8:38:38 AM
Draax takes the invitation from Bill and smiles at the halfling. "A party is just what we need."
He waits with the others, wondering if Marcus will have another assignment for them.
Rond Thursday June 19th, 2003 9:52:52 AM
Once outside the Inn at least, Rond takes a quick look around. Expecting to see nothing out of the unusual Rond explains, "Marcus has told me to meet his agent outside of the Hamlet. I'm betting that means that we should just move down the road a bit away from the Hamlet."
Renik Thursday June 19th, 2003 2:35:06 PM
The rogue nods at Rond's words. "Aye, that's what I assumed you meant. He wouldn't call on us lightly. Do you remember his precise words?"
He looks at Bill with a grin as they walk. "A party, eh? Good plan that halfling! Now all I need to do is think of a presnt for you! What do you get for the hobbit who has everything?"
Just outside town - DM Ian Thursday June 19th, 2003 7:35:30 PM
As you exit town in a loose group on the main road, you all see a human waiting by the side of the road. He is a six foot two male in his early thirties, with a unevenly shaven scalp. The most noticeable feature about him is the absolute deadness in his eyes, and slightly leaden tendency of his movements as he shifts from side to side. He is clad in a horseman's chainmail huberk that hangs to his knees without ornament or distinguishing mark, with a longsword and dagger belted at his right side.
As the party moves into conversational range, the man looks up, and speaks, a curiously flat tone coloring his words.
"I was sent to meet you, and coordinate a meeting. My name is Abram. You must be Rond, come here to meet me because of a twenty five word sending spell you just received a few minutes ago. That should establish my authenticity."
With this he looks around the area, and then continues, saying, "Marcus asked me to meet you here, and relay that when you are ready to join him, I can lead you to the nearby rendevous. He will have the map to the sunken ship there, but asked me to say that you shouldn't,... short yourself the party,... that he would be waiting comfortable with the elves at the rendevous point until you get there."
With this he leans back against a tree, awaiting your response.
Something about him seems vaguely familiar to Feng and Bill, but the details evade you.
Draax Thursday June 19th, 2003 9:54:44 PM
Draax watches as the stranger addresses Rond. He moves close enough to hear their conversation. As he listens to what the man has to say, Draax wonders if this man is Marcus in disguise. They do not call him the spy master for nothing. With that thought in mind, Draax look over at Tain thinking he could also be Marcus. He berates himself for letting his imagination get the better of him. The half-elf knows the spy master will reveal himself when he is ready and there is no need to wasting time trying to guess what disguise he is wearing.
Tratain Thursday June 19th, 2003 10:30:32 PM
Tratain stands near the back of the group when they meet with the stranger, not knowing who it is they are going to meet, he remains quiet about what goes on. Tratain uses his ability to detect evil(Paladin Ability) because something just feels a little off about the whole situation to him.
Arien Friday June 20th, 2003 1:11:27 AM
At the mention of elves Arien perks an eyebrow for a moment. Leaning over to Tratain, Arien says in a low voice, "We worked for a man named Marcus, who was the head of intelligence for Plateau City. I had thought that we had gone our seperate ways but it seems Marcus has other ideas in mind. Perhaps when we get a chance I'll recount our full dealings with the man."
Rond Friday June 20th, 2003 4:09:59 AM
Seeing this person that would later identify himself as Abram, Rond goes over and listens to him as he talks to the group.
Rond listens with suspicion to what Abram says. "Although I can believe you based upon what you said. This is not the normal way for Marcus to normally identify himself."
Looking around and counting noses Rond says to Abram, "Our party has changed recently, but I do believe that we have everyone that we need for this meeting."
Bill Troublefinder d20+18=31 Friday June 20th, 2003 4:16:18 AM
Bill searches his memory to see what it is about Abram that seems familiar.
Bill Troublefinder d20+18=31 Friday June 20th, 2003 4:16:44 AM
Bill searches his memory to see what it is about Abram that seems familiar. [Autohypnosis for memory check, DC 31]
Feng Friday June 20th, 2003 8:10:13 AM
Feng also thinkgs along the same lines as Tratain and detects evil. His immediate thought is that the man worked for the assasins Feng watched while he was undercover for Marcus. Revenge was sworn before all the assasins fell.
OOC: Sorry about my absence yesterday. I was informed of the policy changes just before I was going to post.
Renik Friday June 20th, 2003 12:35:43 PM
The rogue looks at the man with a nuetral expression.
"He'll have the map to the sunken treasure ship, will he? Good for him. As you say, we have a party to attend first, so we'll see you after that. Where should we meet you?"
To Bill he says with a wink "Never let the boss push you around, that's what I say." Then he remembers that now he's the boss, in a manner of speaking. "Oh, uh, unless that is..." he tails off lamely.
Conversation and suspicion on the side of the road - DM Ian d20=9 Several sense motive checks d20=11 d20+1=8 d20+4=23 d20+6=14 d20+5=8 d20+1=14 d20+2=13 Friday June 20th, 2003 1:51:53 PM
Neither Feng nor Tratain detect any evil in the man. Feng doesn't think this man is one of the assassins he was watching, but with that profession, who knows?
From Bill's carefully filed memories comes an image of this man on the streets of Plateau City just before the crisis of the death of a god. In this memory, Abram is kneeling in the street, talking to playing children, clad in shining plate and shield, both bearing the elaborate crest of a paladin knight of Domi. That man was all smiles and laughter, though.
Abram turns to Renik slowly, and replies, "He said it was no rush. I can wait for you here. I have a small camp back off the road with the permission of the local guard."
He stops for a moment, and weighs Tratain with his eyes before continuing.
"Things have... heated up in Plateau City, but I should leave that explanation to the boss. Oh, I was told you tell you that the sunken ship is in caves bordering the sea, so don't worry about acquiring waterbreathing."
In listening to Abram, Tratain begins to wonder. He doesn't seem to be lying, but this flat lack of passion doesn't seem to be a ploy, either.
(Renik's player - could you send me a character sheet when you have a moment?)
(OOC - bookkeeping followup - DM Ian) Friday June 20th, 2003 7:05:34 PM
(Arien, Tratain, Setanos, and Renik's character sheets are approved. I need a revision for Draax (items and attack values), Feng (spellcasting), and Rond (update for level)
Have a nice weekend all.)
Bill Troublefinder Friday June 20th, 2003 8:06:19 PM
Bill smiles at the metaphoric proximity of Renik's foot to his mouth. "Right, Renki," he says dryly.
He approaches Abram, and looks up at him. "Sir, you shall not sleep in your camp any longer. You must come with us, mister Abram, for I know there is more than one extra bed for guests at my family's home. And we should be honored to have a man such as you under our roof. You can meet my brothers and sisters, and cousins, and all. And have some good home cookin', too."
Bill steps back, and speaks to all his friends. "Come, let's go to my house. I'll introduce you all, and my family knows that I was going to be bringing you by soon. It's only a mile or so walk from here."
If they are game, Bill leads the way, and begins chatting about his family, and neighbors, and the ol' swimmin' hole, and youthful adventures...
Tratain Saturday June 21st, 2003 11:56:50 PM
Tratain thinks to himself "This man does not wear the tain of evil on himself, but something is not quite right with him regardless. Maybe an accident of some sort?"
If Abram accepts Bills offer to come stay at his home Tratain will attempt to engage him in conversation, to learn what he can about the man, his past, why he acts the way he does now.
Draax Sunday June 22nd, 2003 4:45:29 AM
Since Marcus and the messenger does not mind waiting until after Bill's part, Draax stops himself from suggesting that the group go to see Marcus right away. Getting himself into a party mood, Draax goes along with the others to Bill's house.
Renik Sunday June 22nd, 2003 5:38:20 PM
The rogue smiles at Bill's offer. Generous to a fault, that halfling.
"Ah, an evening of wine women and song. And if most of the women are likely to be a little on the small side, well, you have proved countless times that the best things come in small packages, Mr Troublefinder. To the party!"
Lian Siannodel, of the Emerald Talons Sunday June 22nd, 2003 9:08:45 PM
A slender elven male turns the corner onto Bill's street. His clotheing is humble and well worn, but not poor looking. He carries no visible weapons. The monk looks at the address on the invitation.
When he sees Bill, he'll wave.
"Hello there Mister Troublefinder, I hear it is someones birthday. I can't stay long, the Talons are heading off to our next destination. It has been awhile since I saw you last.... we fought that ugly black armored fellow with the bloody axe. Was that you? Sometimes my memory slips." The elf grins slightly. "I remember my thirtieth birthday, about 120, a 126 years ago."
Rond Monday June 23rd, 2003 2:40:40 AM
Giving Bill the hairy eyeball, Rond decides that Bill must know something that Rond does not. Rond was only trying to point out that the messenger had not given the customary greeting of showing a ring from Marcus.
Assuming that Abram accepts Bill's offer, Rond escorts Abram to Bill's familial home.
On the road to revelry - DM Ian Monday June 23rd, 2003 6:00:57 PM
Abram looks down at Bill, and unbuckles his outer belt, from which hangs his longsword and dagger.
"I would not enter your home with any suspicions about danger. I... don't need... these."
With that, Abram hands his longsword and dagger over to Bill, and follows the group towards the party.
As the group walks through the Hamlet, none of the usual foot traffic can be seen. However, a low hubbub of laughter and conversation can be heard as the party approaches their destination.
How do you choose to enter?
Tratain Tuesday June 24th, 2003 12:06:14 AM
Not wanting to be rude Tratain waits for Bill to extend an invitation to come into his home. When invited in he will enter after Bill with the rest of the group
Bill Troublefinder d20+11=15 Tuesday June 24th, 2003 2:49:46 AM
Bill tells Abram, "I trust you, and you may keep your weapons and such, if you wish." Only if Abram insists on turning them over will he wrap them, and place them in his bag of holding for safekeeping, scribbling on a piece of parchment, "These belong to Abram of Domi," and placing the final wrap around said parchment.
"Yes, Renik, what you might call concentrated fun!" the halfling laughs in rejoinder. Then, in a semi-mock serious tone (a rare tone, indeed), he says, "And if you don't behave yourself with my sisters, you know who you'll answer to." Then, waiting a beat, he fills in the one he means. "My mother!" Although he seems to mean this in jest, Renik perhaps notes an involuntary shudder on Bill's part as he considers the import of what he just said.
Before he can reflect further on this, however, the elf shows up with the invitation, and he listens, hands on hips. "Well, I should think that my memory would start slipping after my hundred fiftieth or so, myself!" Then, his mouth turning to a smile, he says, "Well come, Lian. These are my friends, here." He pulls from a pouch an ancient coin. "And, yes, of course I recall our little trip together. I've held on to a few of the coins." He flips the gold coin so that it prescribes a parabolic arc, ending up roughly in front of Lian, should he decide to catch it [rolled a 15 to send it his direction]. Bill introduces Lian around to each of his friends, and Abram, and tells of the time when he took off with Lian and a few other adventurers to go after a rather powerful fellow, and many undead. "No spectres, though, thank the gods, and the god!" He lets Lian fill them in on the details, should he desire.
When Rond looks askance at Bill, he hears in his mind, 'Abram was a paladin of Domi, before the usurper cheated. Children loved him. We should honor him, I think, Rond.'
The almost-thirty-year-old hobbit urges his friends onward as he approaches his house, an oval door in the side of a hill, nestled among other such. "Don't hold back, Tratain, c'mon! Sounds like someone's beat us there!"
He is so happy to be coming home. So many letters he has sent to his family members, and, in the last couple of years, he has not been able to spend much time with them.
"Papa! Mama! I'm home! Brought some friends!"
Rond Tuesday June 24th, 2003 7:25:28 AM
Rond spirits begin to lift as the party comes closer to what he guesses to be Bill's home. Having heard so many stories about Bill's home, Rond is looking forward to meeting all these people that Bill quotes from.
Once the group pulls up in front of the home Rond chuckles. "I was beginning to think that your home might have been made out of a pie pan!"
Renik Tuesday June 24th, 2003 3:40:09 PM
"You have sisters?" asks the rogue, with a raised eyebrow.
Appolo arrives Tuesday June 24th, 2003 5:40:34 PM
Appolo steps out of the shadows, walks up to the front door and knocks.Then waits for an answer.
Flea Tuesday June 24th, 2003 6:31:09 PM
The gnome stands just behind Appolo, with Sly's dog Luke, and Perimus' bear Yorrick in tow. "Maybe you should knock a little louder?" she volunteers.
She puts a hand up to smooth a stray strand of hair off her face.
Ashira d20+6=10 Tuesday June 24th, 2003 6:45:35 PM
The tall green complexioned half-elf suddenly appears out of nowhere. Spotting Appolo standing by the door, she attempts to sneak up on the stealthy young man. The jingling of her armor (Move Silently=10) more than gives her away, and she smiles a goofy smile at Appolo. "Hey, is this where the party is?"
In to the maelstrom - Dm Ian Tuesday June 24th, 2003 8:21:18 PM
As the party comes up the walkway to the house where Bill's family lives, a rustle at one of the window curtains gives away action just a few seconds before the front door flies open, and halflings pour out into the front yard.
Sveral halflings, unmistakably of Bill's family by their features, come out of the house, neatly sidestepping the flow of excited kids that pour out with little shouts of "He's home! He's home! Bill's home from the Wold!"
It takes a few minutes before the laughter and hugging dies down enough to swap names around the group, and even as the introductions begin, a strong woman's voice comes from inside, declaring, "Aw, let em all come in! Plenty of time for talking, and you know they've come a long way!"
Even chastized, the kids are asking all sorts of questions of each of the adventurers, as the adults shake hands and name themselves.
Sirka is the oldest of the siblings except for Bill, it seems, and throws her arms around her brother in greeting. She steps back for a moment as her husband Banto steps up to shake Bill's hand, and tries to corral the two twins leading the charge of the children around everyone's feet.
Tamos, introduces himself with a wave from the doorway, with one arm wrapped around Susanna, and the waving hand bearing a sweetly smoking polished pipe carved from a deep orange wood.
Skirra gets to the group second, hugging the adventurers and handing each of you a small steaming baked tart even as you meet her, and are ushered inside.
Laila and Jenna, two more sisters, chase down the kids with a smile as the group passes inside. In particular, Laila seems to be helping little Biko the most, who is almost standing well right on the edge of the flowerbed, and weaving off balance with each happy step after the other children.
Its obvious that members of at least two other families are around as well.
Moving in to the house itself, the party finds themselves in a large, central room with a high ceiling, comfortable even for the taller members of the group. All around are halflings working towards the party preparations, and a great cheer is raised as you come into the room.
Coming through the whirling mass of bodies is Mama Mona, pulling a padded baking glove off as she takes a last few quick steps to hug Bill, and kiss him on the cheek.
"Its so good to see you again! Everything is almost ready, my Bill, so introduce me to your friends! Oh, Bill has written so much about you all. Well, is that Hobbes fellow here? I have to meet that man with the 'dour face and the thoughtful heart'... thats what you wrote about him, ain't it, Bill?"
Then, without missing a beat, she looks over the group and continues, "Oh, and I know you Renik, you rascal, you!"
With this, another of Bill's brothers, bright-eyed little Rombi, pulls a stool from a nearby table over to Mama, and offers her a hand up so she can greet everyone 'properly' as they introduce themselves, which apparently involves a hug and a kiss. Renik, however, gets kissed, looked at, kissed, look at, and kissed again, sending a number of the onlookers into laughter.
As the introductions go on, (and please feel free to do them in character), the crowd parts again, as a calm older halfling walks out from a connecting hallway, smiles at his son, and shakes Bill's hand warmly. This must be his father, Mecko Troublefinder.
All around are mouthwatering pies, arrangements of fruit, and wonderfully smelling dishes.
Luke and Yorrick(Ceil) Tuesday June 24th, 2003 8:25:58 PM
Luke looks at Flea, then step forward and barks "Bark! Bark! WOOOOOOOOO!"
The Bear look at Luke, Then put in his two cents, Yorrick Start to Roar, "Rrrroooaaarrrr!"
They both want to please Flea.
Draax Tuesday June 24th, 2003 9:52:32 PM
Draax looks on a the swarm of halflings that assaults Bill. He smile as he thinks about how he thought humans breed like rabbits, but they have nothing on halflings.
He looks at the group of non halfling well wishers and marvels at Bill's assortment of friends. When he remembers to close his mouth, Draax makes his introductions. The half-elf perform a half of a bow and says, "Hello everyone, my name is Draax and although I remember seeing some of you around town since I came here to live with my aunt, I do believe that this is the first time that I have had the pleasure of being in your home. Thank you for inviting me."
Looking around Draax spots the pies and other goodies. "Bill is always bragging about how great his mothers pies are. If no one minds I think I will try some now while Bill is still occupied." Draax goes over the food and helps himself to pies and other treats.
Feng Tuesday June 24th, 2003 9:52:50 PM
Feeling uncomfortable around large social gatherings of strangers, the half-orc paladin takes time to unsaddle his war horse, Degg. Though it seems he has found friends now, he remembers back when it was just him and Degg. Traveling wherever the road took them. It was hard dealing with the prejudice that came with his fathers blood but he survived.
Feng rubs Degg's neck and leaves the horse to graze. The half-orc enters the home hoping to get lost in the crowd.
Tratain Tuesday June 24th, 2003 11:36:50 PM
Tratain introduces himself to all of Bill's Family members who present themselves, shaking hands and attempting to remember names and faces of Bill's Family. Tratain accepts the steaming tart from Skirra and begins eating it, "MmMMmm, this..is really...good" He manages between bites as he is ushered inside.
Tratain introduces himself to Bill's Mother and shares in the laughter when she greets Renik. And then introduces himself to Bill's Father, he says "I have known Bill only a short while compared to the rest, but i can tell he is a good person, I am proud to travel with him and the others."
After the Introductions he follows Draax to the food, "Bill's Mother makes really good pies you say? I think i will have to try some then, but from the aroma filling the house I don't think I will be disapointed! Did you just hear something? I swear i just heard a dog barking and what sounded like a bear."
Flea Wednesday June 25th, 2003 12:50:30 AM
Flea nods her thanks to Skirra when handed the tiny treat. She breaks it in two, giving half to Luke and half to Yorrick. After licking the crumbs from her fingers, she takes off her short boots and places them next to the wall near the front door.
"Happy Birthday, Bill" whispers the gnome, blushing, as she gives the halfling a little kiss on first one cheek, and then the other. "We have not been introduced, but I heard you at the Theosophy Debate where you spoke so eloquently for the unknown god."
The tips of the young rogues pointed ears burn crimson, but the clear blue eyes in the heart shaped face meet those of the small warrior as she hands him a roll of parchment tied off with a blade of Plains grass. "Should you ever encounter a gelatinous cube and vanquish it, this might come in handy", says Flea before moving aside to give the next well-wisher a chance to speak with the party boy.
(The scroll contains the recipe for the Mithril Chef, second prize winning, Rainbow Cake!)
Dm Ian - OOC Addenum Wednesday June 25th, 2003 12:58:40 AM
(If you would like to enter before tomorrows post, as your character steps through the fireplace in the GG, they appear stepping out of a small alley between a house and a barn in Windhorn Hamlet, within sight of the open door leading into Bill's family's house.
As of tomorrows posting, I will include an entrance/exit point to the party, and will continue each day until the end.)
Rond Wednesday June 25th, 2003 10:10:40 AM
Smiling continuously as the family introduces itself. Rond enjoys himself as he immerses himself in what family life could be like. Feeling like a Giant in a candy shop, Rond moves slowly throughout the household. Making sure to take extra care for looking for wee ones that might get under foot.
When Bill's mom makes her presence known, Rond goes out of his way to come over, pick her up, hug her, and say hi. "You've raised a son to be proud of".
Renik Wednesday June 25th, 2003 12:51:19 PM
"A rascal? Me?" gasps Renik in mock horror. "Bill, what have you been telling this beautiful sister of yours?"
He enjoys the kissing greatly, and ensures that he is introduced to as many of Bill's female friends and relations as possible, a glass of red wine appearing in his hand as if by magic.
Appolo Wednesday June 25th, 2003 1:53:32 PM
Appolo replies to Ashira"You know there was a time when you were sneakier then I am, now you can't even sneak up on your own shadow.Oh well glad you could make it."He gives her a hug then tickles her behind the ear."Flea this is my big siater Ashira."
Thats when the door opens and a stampede of halfling children come out.He deftly side steps them smiling the whole time.WhenSirks gives him the Tart Appolo thanks her with smile and bow"Thank you my lady.'
Appolo then ducks slightly and enters the hous introducing himself accepting the hugs and kiss and returning them.
He then makes his way to the food.Eating his tart on the way.
Birthday party!
K'isst Wednesday June 25th, 2003 7:38:36 PM
A rustle of tree limbs shows a tall feminine figure somewhat camoflauged in a tree to anyone looking for such a thing. If not, then most may think it was probably a bird.
Peeking in through the window, and not sure how her presence here will be received, after all this time, she shyly continues to peek.
She whispers. "So many....."
Bill Troublefinder introduces family and friends Wednesday June 25th, 2003 8:29:00 PM
"Mama, you haven't gone to too much trouble, have you?" Bill asks, somewhat impishly, as he knows she is likely to tweak his cheek for such a cheeky question. She always works hard, and does not consider it trouble. Trouble is what happens when any of her children fail to hop to when she directs them to do something. He also knows that she knows that he knows that she works extra hard for special occasions. And birthdays on the tens are special occasions, such as Rombi is soon to have. In a few months, he'll be ten. Skirra celebrated her second ten a little over a year ago. And now Bill, himself, is about to complete his third ten.
"Papa, it is good to see you." Bill goes around the room, hugging, tousling hair, giving bookish Jenna a pinch on the bum - if she's not too quick to avoid it, and taking baby Biko from Laila's arms, giving his sister a quick kiss on the forehead as he holds the little halfling boy in his arms.
He hops up on a chair. "Everyone, this is my family. Family - these are my friends. All right, let's start by letting my friends know who is who.
Bill introduces his family members to the party
"Papa - you can call him Papa if you want, or Mister Troublefinder, or Mecko. I call him Papa, and he's a good storyteller, and one of the most patient men I know, to put up with all of us, and Mama, besides," he says with a wink. "Now my Mama - she was born Mona Steadyfoot - say, Mama, is uncle Yappa around? He's my uncle, Mama's older brother," he explains to his friends. "Well, nobody bakes a better blueberry pie than she does, and people who don't usually like mince pies - why, they fight for the last piece of her mince! Now, Papa is in charge outside, but here in the house, everybody'd better listen to Mama!"
"Okay - no, Rombi, I haven't forgotten you, and you don't go poking around to see what Arien's got in his belt pouches. That's not polite, kiddo. All right, out of order and everything - Rombi turns ten in just a few months. Rond - he reminds me of Merik, sometimes," he comments to his friend about the mischievous boy who lives just a couple miles from here.
"Now, Sirka, she's my oldest sister - just a couple years shy of me. And her husband, Banto there, our town's cartwright, robbed her from the cradle when she was only two tens old! That's twenty years." Then, with a touch of sadness, Bill adds, "Her twin, Dali, was attacked by orcs when we were young. That's when I decided I needed to learn how to deal with bad people, and defend the good ones."
He takes a breath, "Here's the good news, though. Banto and Sirka have twin boys, Sidro and Simon - six years old, right?" he asks. "And their daughter, Ilini," which he pronounces "ee-'lee-nee", "is two and a half. Hey, Sirka, I wrote a song for you!"
In a clear alto voice, Bill sings,
When I eat the pie the lemon pie, How the time just seems to fly. Hope no one will see that I Just ate the nice fresh lemon pie!
"Tamos - always pulling on the pipe, aren't you? - he grows good corn, and fine tobacco. Is Susanna coming over tomorrow?" he asks his brother, who is in his mid-twenties.
"Skirra - Skirra is our sweetheart. Best biscuit maker around, too," he says of his redhead, freckled sister who just passed out some tarts.
"Laila," Bill begins, and the cheeks of the honey blonde halfling next to the wall visibly flush pink, as attention is cast her direction, "is my favorite sixteen-year-old. She's taught me a lot about loyalty."
At that moment, the baby in his arms starts making little sounds. Bill holds him up ... and the baby spits something curdled and white on his waistcoat. Bill smiles. "Thanks, Biko. It's about time I got that cleaned, anyhow." With evident pride, he tells his friends, "This is my baby brother, Biko. He'll make an impression on the Wold, someday." He walks the baby over to Laila, for her to tend to Biko again.
He climbs back up on the chair, and spots his youngest sister breaking a small piece of crust off a pie. "Jenna - what's that book under your arm? Did you get the box of books I sent a few months back?" he asks a preadolescent girl. She turns and looks steadily at Bill, and his eyebrows raise a notch. "Oh. Oh! Well, we'll have to talk about that some more, later," he says, then adds, "Really?" It seems something is exchanged between them across the room, but just what it is would be hard to say.
Bill returns his attention to the tall ones in the room. "Okay, that's part of my family. Mama Mona, Papa Mecko, Sirka & Banto, and their little ones Sidro, Simon and Ilini, Tamos, Skirra, Laila, Jenna, Rombi & Biko. You'll have a chance to meet quite a bit of the rest of them tomorrow, at the party. Now, let me introduce you, my friends, to my family.
Bill introduces his friends to his family
"Okay, family, these are some of my friends. Some I've written you about are elsewhere. Sorry, Mama, but Hobbes decided to take off early. He has some pressing business back in Plateau City."
"How about alphabetical order? Or, no, let's go with the order I met them. So, Ronderiadshel, or, just Rond, well, I think most of you know he showed up here in Windhorn Hamlet a few years back. I'd seen him around a bit here and there, but it wasn't until Hiram Veril, from the chapel of Wardd, got me hooked up doing some work for him that I came across him in the line of duty, as it were. I'll tell you, I liked Rond from the first day I got to know him. There was kind of a bossy, rude priest in the group who thought he had the answers to everything. He killed a helpless man, then used up a lot of air boasting of what a brave and noble thing he had done. Well, I wasn't having it, and neither was Rond. He's one of the best friends a fellow can have, I'd say.
"Andraaxius Slowblade - Draax, for short, was also there in the early days. Now, he doesn't chatter away, usually, but you can tell there's a lot going on in his head. I trust him in battle, and I trust him in friendship. Sorry again about that sonic blast I gotcha with there, Draax, back in Floating City. We had a run-in with some local ruffians," he explains to his family. Then he adds, "Oh, remember that time we met in the pyramid? I'd been floating around as Greener, the gnome, and, after Draax realized it was me, he said, 'Please Bill, come down and join us so that we can take turns choking the life out of you for almost scaring the life out of us.'" Bill giggles.
"Arien also joined us early on. He's become quite the wizard. You should've seen him toss off fireballs against the white dragon like they were dirt clods. Wham! Blam! Boom! Foosh! The dragon got so peeved, he tried to squish poor Arien in his huge claws. As you all can see, though, Arien was not so squishable as that dragon hoped.
"Now Renik hooked up with us in Plateau City, at Chenna's Beer and Bath. I don't suppose I need to tell you too much about him - his reputation precedes him. And forewarned is forearmed, I say!" he says with a twinkle in his eye. Then, in a more serious vein, he adds, "Renik has quite some stories to tell from growing up. His father was a remarkable man. I see some of what we have learned of the father in his son."
"Feng is a noble paladin of the gods of the Wold. He likes to avoid violence, and likes peace. Tell you what, though, you decide you want to upset the peace? Well, Feng is a righteous peacemaker. Also, that white dragon? His axe bit so deep into it I thought he'd have trouble pulling it out. Feng is willing to put his life on the line, and I've seen him, in workin' to defend his friends, take blows - even from a giant! - that would've killed a lesser man. I think of him as Feng the Dependable. Mama, you be sure to save him some good pies.
"Now we just met good Tratain, here, over in the Scab. This nutty fellow was wandering around all by himself through the old dwarfs' tunnels, right next to the dragon's lair! He didn't happen to know there was a dragon's lair there, but, there you have it. A bold and intrepid adventurer. While I was over in one area, he went through a door, introduced himself to my friends, and, before you know it, there he was, battling with us against the dragon! He fought well, too. Tratain's a generous man, I can vouch for that."
He nods to Abram. "Abram here was in Plateau City. They say you can't judge a book by its cover. I would say the same thing about this good man. I will let him tell whatever of his story he wants to, himself, but I trust him, and want you all to make him, and all my friends here, feel at home." He smiles and adds, "As if you would know how to do anything else!"
[OOC: I'll try to have Bill respond to the rest of the characters from other games in his next posts. Thanks, all, for joining in! -Kim]
From the house, to the field of dreams - DM Ian Wednesday June 25th, 2003 8:34:48 PM
After a short time amidst the whirl of introductions, Mama Mona announces, "Okay everyone, it's just about time for the party! Can't be late!" With that she dives back into the crowd, pulling off her apron and organizing the halflings with a few quick, cheerful comments. Everyone seems to hop to, the seemingly chaotic swirl of people coalescing into groups moving food, herding children, and inviting the various guests to follow them 'just across the way' to the party itself. You are all swept along by the current of people.
A squad of children form up behind Rond to march with a happy tune, their little arms pumping in time with their song. Mama walks beside Renik bombarding him with a continual stream of questions about the places he's been. Papa Mecko brings up the rear with Bill, deep in conversation catching Bill up on recent happenings in the Hamlet.
The others and guests are by no means left alone. Laila takes an immediate liking to Flea, joking that finally someone else comes around who blushes like she does! Little Rombi bounces along beside Feng, saying, "Wow! What neat armor! I bet it must be heavy, but you have to stay safe, yeah, safe is good! I bet you hunt dragons and everything. Tell me, tell me please!" Jenna walks along beside Ashira, and asks with a smile about the man who gave her such a pretty wedding ring. Tratain and Draax are each handed another tart by the brightly smiling Skirra, and lead out into the road with her between holding their hands. Abram follows along behind the main mass, watching the people with a withdrawn look of deep memory. Luke and Yorrick initially cause a stir of concern, but that passes quickly. In fact, the children seem to delight in daring each other to run up from behind, pet the bear, and run away, each time Yorrick changes direction.
After only a short walk, the happy mob comes around a corner to find a field on the edge of the Hamlet has been filled with people. To each side a brightly colored striped pavilion, and at the end of the field a low stage of cut timber perhaps four feet high. In between in a loose arc are long wooden trestle tables of various heights to accommodate guests, and in the very center, a dance floor has been cleared, and marked out with lightly glowing crystalline stones.
All around is an incredible variety of food and drink, the bounty of the Hamlet's harvest all lit from above by softly glowing, cleverly carved crystals in the shape of animals hanging suspending from the boughs of nearby trees. To the right of the stage a group of musicians of various races have set up their instruments, and are tuning up. A male half elf sits holding a lyre besides a human male with a mandolin, comparing the tones from their strings, as a pair of halflings play a teasing little melody called "Harvest Reel" on squeezebox and a lustrous recorder, for a nearby dancing young couple. Completing the ensemble is a dwarf sitting before an assortment of drums of various metals, and a gnome polishing a crystalline flute shining in the light.
As the crowd carrying everyone along disperses to lay out food and seek something to drink, an older halfling steps onto the stage, and quiets down the assembly with raised hands.
"If ya haven't met me, I'm Yappa Steadyfoot, Bill's uncle, and emcee tonight for his party. You are all welcome here, so feel free to eat, drink, and make much merriment! Happy Birthday, my nephew!"
With that, you are all greeted with a cheer, and a host of raised cups to Bill. Looking around, the natives of Windhorn Hamlet find themselves surrounded by the people they have known their whole life. The visitors find themselves immersed in a sea of smiling and laughter, making them feel almost home.
On the left side of this gathering, a blue robed man rolls open a new entrance to the nearby pavilion, and ties the tent flap in place. He then turns to a pile of odd, darkish wood in the center of that end of the pavilion, and waves a fiery red wand over it thrice, whereupon the wood bursts into greenish flame. The adventurers assembled recognize the tell-tale shades of the Giggling Ghost transport system.
(OOC -- If any PC desires, they may use this to enter or exit the scene, with the other end of the transport being the GG.)
Valdor: Gold Dragons Thursday June 26th, 2003 2:05:05 AM
As soon as the gateway is opened, Valdor enters. His armor is shined up and the sun glints off the mithril armor brightly. His sword still stands over his left shoulder, but he doesn't have his baldrics of daggers, he second and third swords, nor his shield. He looks about for Bill, having little trouble from his 2-3 foot height advantage, walks over to him and picks the halfling up, giving him the 'gentlest' bearhug he can give. "Happy bithday, you old scoundrel!" he says. "I knew you'd have lots of pies and I couldn't miss the opportunity to tell you parents about you thrashing me in that tournament." He smiles brightly, then lets go, knowing Bill will be in high demand this day. He moves off to say hello to all of the Hamleteers that he knows, and meet the ones he doesn't. He then goes in search of Bill's parents....
Ashira of the Swords of Redemption Thursday June 26th, 2003 10:20:57 AM
Ashira smiles warmly at Jenna. "Oh, this old thing..." she winks as she plays with her ring "Actually, I got it off a pirate. You see, he stole my heart, but gave me this in return. Say, have YOU ever seen a pirate? 'Cause there just happens to be another one here at the party." Ashira points out Appolo to Jenna and lowers her voice conspiratorially. "Watch that one, he's been known to steal a heart or two."
Luke and Yurric(Ceil) Thursday June 26th, 2003 10:49:11 AM
Luke and Yurric stay next to Flea Boots. Both chuing on what ever anybody gives them, BUT keeps an eye on Flea. Growling everytime somebody kisses Flea.
Setanos of Windhorn Hamlet Thursday June 26th, 2003 1:01:41 PM
When the portal opens, Setanos steps through. He is wearing simple traveling clothes, and a silver shield pendant with an axe across it hangs from a chain around his neck. His shield is stowed, but his axe remains strapped to his side. Looking about the party, he relaxes slightly, and starts peering about the crowd, a rogueish smile on his face.
Tratain: Windhorn Hamlet Thursday June 26th, 2003 1:38:35 PM
Tratain follows all of the Halflings out to the pavilions where the party is being held. Feeling right at home in the Party. When Valdor introduces himself Tratain almost manages to keep his admiration in check, He manages to stammer "Hello Sir, it is an Honor to meet you, I hope one day to be able to do as much good for the Wold as you and your companions have."
Tratain mingles with the Crowd for a little while longer but a huge Grin appears on his face as he walks over to the newcomer.
He says "Setanos is that you? How have you been? Its been months since I have seen you, finally finished your training eh? Let me introduce you to my new companions, all good fellows."
Tratain then introduces Setanos to his companions, telling them that he and Setanos trained and adventured together for a while at the War Cathedral before he left for the Scab mountains.
Feng Thursday June 26th, 2003 3:23:37 PM
Feng heard somebody say something but didn't see where it came from, until he looked down. Feng smiled upon seeing the small halfling. It was a nice smile, as half-orcs go anyway.
"You get used to it. It was heavy at first but now it feels strange when I don't have it on. I got this armor from a dragons cave." Feng says to little Rombi pointing to the flying griffon engraving.
Renik Thursday June 26th, 2003 3:24:21 PM
The rogue shakes Setanos' hand warmly. "Grab a brew! Grab a pie! (they really are out of this Wold). Nice to meet a friend of Tratain's. So, are you a follower of Domi too?"
Renik nods politely to Valdor, but as usual feels a little intimidated by the great man's aura of power.
Tellin' Tales - Roast him! - DM Ian Thursday June 26th, 2003 7:33:10 PM
From the pavilion on the right comes a trio of human females bearing platters of sliced meats, adding them to heavily loaded tables of food.
Fresh baked bread and muffins surround sliced fruit, corn on the cob, and potatoes served both fried and mashed. Cheeses give a splash of color to one side, aged and delicate, while fruit filled baked tarts flank the other side of the display. A small table at the end even bears a selection of sugar candies, formed around lattices of string in the shapes of cavorting animals.
A table to itself is required for the pies. The families have apparently outdone themselves in friendly competition here, with an impressive variety laid out for sampling, from fruit, to mincemeat, to sweet potato and pecan. There are even some light mousses, gleaming in the soft light from above.
The left pavilion houses a bountiful selection of libations, from mulled cider, fruit juices, and such for the little ones, to some local wine, stout beer, and sparkling champagne for the adults. A group of pipe smoking elders of the Hamlet of various races have congregated here, enjoying the drinks fresh from the casks, and nodding politely to each new arrival stepping through the greenish fire on the other end of this hall-like pavilion.
(OOC: any PC may use this as an entrance or exit from this scene.)
Yappa takes the stage again to ragged cheer, and motions once more for quiet. After a few moments of people shifting to find seats and get a slice of pie or drink to work on, the party comes down in volume.
"Now, we all now how the birthday boy loves the stories," chuckles Yappa. "I have no idea where he came up with such a liking, I assure you," he says to a response of general laughter.
"So I'm thinking, how about we each take a turn here on the stage, and share a story of Bill! And none of you have to be shy,... I'm sure the visitors and those of us who live here have only half the story each!"
Yappa's comments are greeted by a round of chuckles, and a hubbub of conversation as the various groups scattered around the green begin to remember the past, and encourage each other to go up and "roast" Bill.
Yappa announces, "So who will be first!", and scans out over the crowd for a volunteer.
Appolo d20+11=15 Friday June 27th, 2003 2:57:41 AM
Appolo is thoroughly enjoying himself dancing eating and drinking when Valdor arrives.Seeing Valdor,Appolo excuse himself and tries to sneak up on him. He taps him on the shoulder. "Hello my friend glad to see you could make it." he says with a big smile.
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Bill Troublefinder, making the rounds d20+18=29 Friday June 27th, 2003 5:24:28 AM
Bill makes the rounds, greeting the various friends and family and community members. Without going into detail about his interactions with many of the latter, here is what he has to say to some of those adventurers who have shown up so far.
Lian Siannodel, of the Emerald Talons "Lian, here, have one of Shirra's biscuits. Take a few extra - they travel well for at least a few days, and fresh like now - you'll not easily find any better. How's Milo Thistledown doing? I haven't seen him for a while. You hear anything from Legs of Aisildur?"
Appolo & Ashira Van Palin of the Swords of Redemption "Appolo - you rapscallion! Glad you made it! Say, have ... oh! Ashira, you're here too! So, is Rigging nearby? Or is he holding down the fort somewhere? I'd love to see him sometime. I can see that marriage is treating you well. But, to be fair, I should have a look at Mr. Von Palin, to see if all things are equal in that respect," he teases the tall greenish-gray aquatic half-elf.
"Well, Appolo, how is Valanthe faring? Next time you see her, tell her I said hello. I trust her headaches are a thing of the past. At least, I hope so, sincerely," he tells the party-friendly rogue.
Flea, Luke & Yorrick "Hey, Luke, you diligent cleaner of tavern floors, you, where's Sly? He off eating cookies somewhere?" He grabs a plate of mincemeat, and sets a slice down for Sly Foxx's loyal war dog. He then looks way up. "Oh. You are a bear, aren't you?" Perceiving the bear to be somewhat tame, he asks, "So, who belongs to you, Mister Bear? Here, have the rest of the pie." He sets out the pie in a spot convenient for Yorrick, taking care in the vicinity of the bear, gauging his responses.
Then, as Flea the gnome greets Bill the halfling, and so warmly, hers is not the only face that flushes. "Th-thank you. Flea? Oh, yes, I remember seeing you in the Giggling Ghost for the debates." [Autohypnosis, DC 29 to recall Flea's countenance.] He adds, "I only wish we had more time to discuss such matters, as there were - there are - so many interesting things to consider." He thanks her for the scroll. "I shall take the time to read it - when there are fewer folk about," he laughs. "Gelatinous cube, you say? Sounds intriguing. Stick around, Flea - my family and friends are fun to get to know. AND, wait just a bit later - you shan't go away empty handed, I promise!"
The halfling gives the gnome's hand a friendly squeeze, then excuses himself to answer a question of his young cousin, Lindbo Pastna, who tugs on his waistcoat. "Yes, yes, tell your mother that now is a good time for the bread surprises. No, Lindbo, I can't promise to climb the tree with you tomorrow, but that sure sounds like fun. Now, now, don't frown. Let's see how things work out. Run along and tell your mama."
Renik "Telling my sister, Renik? Oh, the truth, nothing but the truth, so help me," he answers Renik, raising his right hand, with mock-serious countenance.
K'isst It is just about that time that he sees a familiar face peering in through one of the windows. There is a sharp intake of breath, and Bill darts out, nimble and quick, and squeezes past those gathered at the open door.
"K'isst!" he almost shouts. "You've come! Oh, remember when I invited you long ago to come meet my family? Well, come inside." He takes her hand, and drags her in. "Mama. Papa? Mama! Let me introduce you to K'isst. K'isst, this is my Mama. Her name is Mona, and she's fixed you something special, just in case you could come."
Mona Troublefinder smiles up at K'isst. She holds up a finger, then goes to open a cabinet door. She pulls out something wrapped in a fine cloth. In the troglodytish-elven tongue of the nearby tribe to which K'isst belongs, she says, with not too bad an accent, "Lo'isht bi'ifo ksaq laamp itkoka'a," which K'isst recognizes as one of the friendly blessings of her tribe, 'May you find tasty fish in dark cavern pool,' although 'tasty' does not do justice to the nuanced word of K'isst's native tongue.
The unmistakable smell from special occasions from K'isst's youth of La'a-ilula, a blending of the tasty fish from the underground pools of the troglodytes, mixed with special herbs and spices which her long-ago and great great great grandmother, a full-blooded elf, introduced to her tribe. The sweet and tart and meaty dish was prepared only once a year, in honor of the time that her elf ancestor joined with her tribe.
"Bill told me of your tribe, and Tamos and his sweetheart, Susanna, met with them, and later Mecko and I were introduced." She clucks her tongue. "They are wonderful people, K'isst. We are so ... well, I'm just glad you're here, honey. Make yourself at home. You'll have to -- No, put it over there, Stella, next to the bread. Not that bread - the, yes, there." She looks back up at K'isst. "Darling, I'm sorry. I have to take care of something here. Let's talk in a bit, all right?"
Valdor "Hey, big guy!" Bill's muffled voice laughs as Valdor envelopes him in a bearhug. As he comes up for air, Bill looks with delight on Valdor, the Dragonstone. "Thrashing you? Well, gumming you up a bit, maybe. But you and Gareth were the ones who thrashed me, I'd say. Not that I didn't manage to slow you down a bit." The halfling laughs again. Then, more seriously, he asks, "How do things fare with you and yours?"
Setanos of Windhorn Hamlet Seeing the fellow with axe at his hip, Bill says, "Welcome, friend! Enjoy the food."
[OOC: Since Setanos is from Windhorn Hamlet, perhaps you can tell us a little more about him. I'd be surprised if Bill did not know him, since they're from the same town. -Kim]
Bill Troublefinder makes at least one disavowal Friday June 27th, 2003 5:37:06 AM
When his uncle, Yappa, suggests that those gathered tell stories on him, Bill stands and says, so as to forestall a certain criticism, "No, I was NOT the one who put a cup full of red ants in Aunt Lydia's gorseberry pie that time. That would be ... well, I'd better not say." He sits down, now that that point, at least partially, is cleared up.
Vauhwyt Friday June 27th, 2003 9:43:53 AM
A slim liontaur emerges from the magical green flames. She moves very slowly and carefully, so as not to (A) step on anybody, and (B) not frighten anybody. Her smile also communicates friendliness.
She sits on the grass at the edge of the festivities, just taking it all in. If she meets Bill, she'll wish him a most happy birthday, and she'll mention that the tapestry adventure they went on was the high point of her adventuring career.
Gilan of The Sargrass Plains Friday June 27th, 2003 1:40:01 PM
A young druid steps through the fires of the portal and looks around at all the poeple. Giving a quick set of buzzes to his wasps, telling them to behave, he steps off into the crowd.
It is only with a little bit of looking that he spots Flea and makes his way over. "You have not seen Bill Troublefinder have you...I have this little set of animals for him." He pulls out a bit of cloth and dumps out the forms of several little wooden animals. "Took me some time to do with a wood shape spell...turned out pretty well I think."
With a last look around he smiles some, as he thinks of the last time he has been in a crowd this big.
Setanos Friday June 27th, 2003 1:47:34 PM
Setanos follows Tratain around and greets everyone he is introduced to, smiling and laughing heartily.
Setanos raises his hand at Bill's greeting, wishing him a happy birthday, and responding with a grin and a bellowful 'No fear, I shall!'.
[OOC: You might remember him as a bear of a man, fond of good drinks, hearty laughs and general rough housing, but with a spark in his eyes that tells you he's no stranger to more learned things. About two years ago or so, he left to train at the War Cathedral, and this is the first you've likely seen of him since then.
Appolo Friday June 27th, 2003 2:44:30 PM
Appolo shakes Bills hand and slaps on the back"Here you my friend.I hear you old guys need help walking from time to time." he says with merry smile as he hands Bill a finely crafted walking stick, with a silver gnomes head on top."Happy Birthday!!" He then turns back to Valdor.
Borbo Pastna Friday June 27th, 2003 3:45:02 PM
A halfling sporting a magnificent potbelly and dressed in a fine green overcoat and bright yellow breeches enters the room and looks about.
He sees Bill and calls out, "Bill! Bill Troublefinder, I hear it's your birthday. I knew there'd be pies, so I decided to come. I do hope you have cherry... and gooseberry, and lemon meringue, and chocolate, and... Oh, have I missed the roasting?"
He grins impishly and waves at his cousin.
Rond Friday June 27th, 2003 6:19:23 PM
Look around the assemblege of people as they continue to grow, Rond begins to wonder what Bill does in his spare time.
When Rond sees K'isst his face lights up in a smile. Hoping that she is doing well, Rond keeps is distance to allow Bill and K'isst some time to talk.
More speeches, and presents! - DM Ian Saturday June 28th, 2003 3:16:55 AM
The air of revelry continues, with long time friends coming up on stage to share remembrances of Bill's childhood, and many images of an impish, curious youth. Of course, no one could be exaggerating... The townsfolk continue sharing their memories of Bill, and encouraging the party to do the same, to the accompaniment of laughter and song.
The musicians start up off to the right by the stage, and play an improvised melody around an old Woldian folk tune, with a few of the townsfolk detaching themselves from the merriment to come dance, punctuating the melody with claps. A grinning young halfling male even comes through the crowd to ask Flea for the honor of a dance.
At the roar of a particularly funny story, a portion of the lights above drop from their hanging perches, and float as feathers might down over the crowd. Drifting downward, the crystalline shapes sparkle and shine, until they swirl to a rest before the various guests to the party, coming to rest on a table, or on the back of a hand, or perched on a shoulder.
Examinging these figures, the guests find them incricately carved, no more than an inch in any dimension. They are lit by a mild silverish light from within, perhaps just enough to read by on the night of a new moon. The worksmanship, however, is breathtaking, and the form of the work seems to match the person they come to rest before. Each has a loop or hole in its shape that would allow it to be worn as an earring, or upon a necklace.
For Ashira, a delicate little ship. For Setanos, a miniature curved shield. For Flea, a spiral surfaced mug with the symbol of fork and knife upon the side. For Valdor, a sinuous dragon coiled upon itself. For Tratain, a hammer with the unbelievably intricate symbol of Domi. For Feng, a rearing warhorse, its hooves catching the light. For Appollo, an ominuously grinning shark, with rows of teeth revealed. For Gilan, a wasp in flight, its wings lovingly detailed. For Vauhwyt, a pair of scales hanging balanced from a single chain. For Renik, a darker variant of the crystal in the shape of a wolf, in mid run. For Draax, a trio of knives fanning out and upwards from their stacked points below. For Yorrick, a wide shouldered bear with its paws crossed before it. For Rond, a single, swordlike blade hanging point down in a nimbus of carved crystalline flame. For K'isst, a single elven rune formed of graceful curves, its meaning not discernable in the fraction of a second before it glides to a stop in the palm of her hand.
As the last of these figures fall, Yappa comes through the crowd, stopping before Bill.
"Come on, birthday boy, we need a speech from ya!", and with that, begins urging Bill towards the stage.
Appolo Saturday June 28th, 2003 6:23:37 PM
Appolo takes the figurine looks at then places it in his pocket. He then walks over to Bill"Happy birthday my friend hope you enjoy the walking stick.It's been a realpleasure meeting your family. I got to go now.See you later and good luck." With that Appolo steps through the fire back to the Gigling Ghost.
Valdor Sunday June 29th, 2003 2:33:59 AM
(Sorry, Appolo, I haven't been able to post for a couple of days.)
Valdor jumps as Appolo sneaks up on him. Spinning and reaching for....he sees Appolo and grins back. "Man am I getting jumpy in my old age! You almost gave me a heart attack. It is good to see you as well, my friend. Been practicing on those dagger throws? I'd reckon it's almost time to take another shot at the title, and we won't be so easy on them this time. You take care and I'll see you soon. We may be coming to your country soon for a visit. If we so, I'll make sure we look you guys up." As Appolo walks off, Valdor smiles, remembering when he was that young.....oh well, there's a party to enjoy, he thinks to himself as he sees the amazing and beautiful display unfold around him. When the crystal dragon earring floats down, he steadily holds his hand out and lets it land on his palm. He admires the workmanship, then decides to add this one just above his other, Gold Dragon earring, popping it right through his ear where no hole was before. He grimaces for a second, then looks around for who created such a masterpiece.
Appolo To Valdor Sunday June 29th, 2003 4:15:12 AM
OOC:No problem.This takes place before Appolo says goodbye and leaves.
Appolo givesValdor a hardy handshake"man you are getting jumpy.So how are things going for you and the rest of the Gold Dragons " He says witha smile."Yeah been practicing allright.but is you go to Aisildur don't expect to find us there and don't expect a warm,friendly welcome either. G'aal is stronger then ever now,he's gone Wold wide and broken containment. He even has halflings and elves as priests now, so may I suggest you aviod Aisildur unless you plan to bring an army.If you wish to find us look up the Pirates of Jack and the Sword of the Seas that's my ship and home.You need to show up at theGiggling Ghost sometime,I would like to talk to you about a few things."
Renik Sunday June 29th, 2003 3:35:02 PM
"Speech?" calls Renik in cheerful, cheeky reply to Yappa. "Well, OK, but only if I can have a chair, a plate of pie and a bottle of red! Bill's speeches have a habit of lasting an entire evening! You might want to think about providing bedding and breakfast if he decides it's going to be a long one!"
And he raises his glass in a salute to Bill, with a friendly wink.
Olana Sunday June 29th, 2003 4:17:46 PM
The elven Olana enters in a rush, glad to see the party is still going on and she hasn't missed it.
At one point she'll find Bill, and give him a hug. "Happy Birthday!"
She finds a seat quickly as someone says something about a speech.
Flea Sunday June 29th, 2003 9:02:49 PM
Flea rushes over to Luke and Yorrick, and has a quick word with them. "Now furry fellows, you must be on your best behaviour! If you can not be good, we will have to leave." She senses the irresistable draw that Yorrick poses to the halfling youngsters and has a special word for the large bear. "These little guys think of you as a big toy. Please be very gentle." Flea relaxes a little, when Luke curls up in a kidney shape, his warm glowing eyes taking in the action, as the tiny members of Bill's family crawl over the gentle bear, who has rolled over on his back, allowing the children to climb over him, and snuggle in the soft fur of his great chest.
The gnome enjoys the female companionship of Laila, and asks her how she gets her honey blonde hair so shiney, as she reaches up to touch her own hair, now dry and bleached straw coloured from the intense sun of the Plains. She points to the well groomed half-orc, Feng, trailed by Rombi, and whispers to Laila "He's kind of cute, don't you think?" Before Laila can answer, Flea is whisked away in a dance, by a handsome young relation of Bill's. At the end of the dance, she finds herself by the refreshment table.
Pouring herself a glass of the local wine, she looks up at the unexpected voice of her pack-mate from the Plains, Gilan. "These are quite remarkable!" she says as she admires the animal figurines he has crafted. "You are so kind" she adds, as she reaches back and gently touches the blue ribbon binding her hair. Just then, little chrystal shapes start to fall from the sky...
Tratain Sunday June 29th, 2003 10:35:49 PM
Tratain Stares in wonder at the little crystal hammer he recieved, He says aloud not even realizing it "This has to be some of the most beautiful craftmanship i have ever seen" Tratain chooses to wear his small gift as an earing and finishes putting it on his ear just as Yappa calls for Bill to make his speach, he finds a chair to listen to what Bill has to say.
Draax Sunday June 29th, 2003 10:38:46 PM
Draax greets Setanos in-between bites of his pie. "Well met and welcome back to the hamlet. I guess your timing could not be more perfect, Bill's party and free food. Who could want a better homecoming?"
At the mention of Bill making a speech, Draax goes over and grabs himself another pie. He finds a nice comfortable spot among some of the halfling children. Draax cuts slices in the pie and shares it with the children while waiting for the birthday boy to start.
Feng Sunday June 29th, 2003 11:02:05 PM
This was an unexpected event. He never actually expected to get something, but he had to be honest. Birthdays were never celebrated much growing up. He would have to thank his little friend later.
Setanos Monday June 30th, 2003 7:04:10 AM
Setanos grins at Draax and nods in agreement, enjoying his own piece of pie, and raising it in a strange form of a toast.
He takes the crystal sheild in wonderment, turning it about in his hand, and thinking. He breaks out of his daze when Yappa calls for the speach, and waits for Bill
Ashira Monday June 30th, 2003 9:12:55 AM
The half-elf beams at the ship, and removing some cloth from her back pack, wraps it carefully and places it gently in her back pack. She was amazed at the party and the place...apparently so taken aback that she completely missed Bill coming by and saying hello. She makes a mental note to stop by when things slow down and chat with the little fellow. Spotting Vauhwyt enter, Ashira heads her way, suddenly lonely after the departure of Appolo. "Hey, Vauhwyt...how are you doing? You're looking well."
Gilan Monday June 30th, 2003 11:58:51 AM
Blushing at Flea's words he gently wraps the carvings up. "Well you know...you have been bothering me for my ribbon for as long as I have known you." With a look of pleasure on his face he gestures with the bag. "Most have not seen animals from The Plains, so I made these using wood shape. They don't have a lot of detail...but it is a gift from the heart."
His eyes widen as the little wasp floats down to him. With trembling hands he catches the little thing in his palms. Gently he examines it and quickly finds that it is more durable than it appears. "A birthday were the guests get something.....how unusual." Taking the time he gently slips the wasp onto the chain of his necklace. Dipping out a glass of punch he takes a sip and then looks back to Flea. "Want a glass?" If she does then he will fill and hand her a glass. "Do you feel comfortable among all these people..." He blushes again and takes another sip from his glass. "Guess living my life on the Plains has....left me feeling funny in large crowds."
With the announcement of a speech by Bill he turns to listen to what the man has to say. When Bill is done with the speech he will go to find him...to give him this gift and to thank him for his.
Vauhwyt Monday June 30th, 2003 4:45:13 PM
The liontaur with the long auburn mane laughs in delight as the crystal presents float down through the air.
She holds her pair of scales in the palm of her hand, and just stares in wonder. "This is so perfect!" she says out loud. "Wow." She looks at the scales and sees how the colorful embroidery on her neat white shirt looks through the glowing crystalline shape.
She turns when she hears Ashira's voice, and her smile becomes even broader. "Ashira!" she says, "It is so good to see you. Now I am doubly glad I came to Bill's party."
Her voice drops to a whisper, "I was afraid I wouldn't know anybody."
She offers her crystal gift to Ashira to look at, and compliments Ashira's ship if she shows it to her. In response to Ashira's compliment, she replies that Ashira looks marvelous too.
"Bill is such a sweet person! I'm very glad to have met him. It is a lesson to me that not all the smaller races are foul and contemptable." (A shadow crosses her face as she recalls her childhood spent as a slave to a goblin tribe. But looking around at the party, such dark thoughts do not linger in her mind.)
"No, Bill and his family and friends are all just wonderful! I hope he comes over to say hi!"
A shy speaker, and Yappa - DM Ian Monday June 30th, 2003 10:29:06 PM
(This begins the last day of posting for the party. Thanks for coming, and feel free to either have your character go out through the fire, or remain at the party as the 'camera' shifts elsewhere.)
Yappa chuckles and goes looking through the crowd for Bill, hauling him back up towards the stage.
"The night is getting late, I know, and you are welcome to stay and enjoy the clearing as you like. The portal back to the Giggling Ghost will remain until shortly after dawn. Hope you've all enjoyed the food, gifts, drink, and company."
"Come'on my boy. Up on the stage for ya."
Flea Tuesday July 1st, 2003 1:14:41 AM
Flea collects the tiny translucent mug, and plays with it. She fits it over her baby finger, then pops it into a little pouch hanging from her belt.
She searches for Luke and Yorrick when Yappa announces the end of the festivities. Finding the dog and bear curled up and sleeping, with a half dozen snoozing halfling children draped over and around them, the gnome decides to stick around and help with the cleaning up.
Flea stifles a yawn as she admires the great mound of clean dishes sparkling in the torch light. She picks up her pack, calls gently to Luke and Yorrick and heads through the portal just as the sun sends small rosy fingers into the early morning darkness.
Valdor Tuesday July 1st, 2003 1:20:14 AM
Valdor shakes Appolo's hand and replies,"I'll be there soon."
He heads over to the pie table and finds a small piece, not much on sweets, but he sure doesn't want to be rude.
He then makes his way around, shaking hands with fellow adventurers, chatting and such, until he finally heads over to Bill one last time.
He pats the halfling on the top of the head and says,"My word, your family can throw a party. Happy birthday, my friend, and may you and yours see many, many more. Tell your parents thank you and that the pie was delicious." He waves farewell and heads back through the flames.
Bill Troublefinder Tuesday July 1st, 2003 11:28:49 AM Reunion Happy he is to see so many friends. But when Borbo Pastna shows his face, the normally garrulous Bill is rendered momentarily speechless.
He stutters. He stammers. He blinks his eyes, and rubs them to clear up his vision. "B-B-Borbo? B-B-B-But you - you...? His voice trails off. He then launches himself at his cousin, wrapping him in a bear hug. His eyes stream tears, and he sobs for joy, for sorrow, for a forlorn desire until this instant unrealized. He releases his pot-bellied cousin, laughs as the tears stream unabashedly down his cheeks.
"You are back! You rascal, you, Gargul let you come back! Praise the Maker!" He gives Borbo a punch in the arm, and then says, "You don't disappear on me, now, cuz. We have a LOT of catching up to do. Have you seen your statue? Oh - look, there's some berry there on the side of your mouth. No, the left side. Yeah." He beams at his cousin, his old play mate, his comrade in arms, his friend. Just then, someone else beckons his attention. "Borbo!" he says with a chuckle, then heads over to talk with the next person.
- Bill takes the time to greet each of the other guests, thanking them for coming, and urging them to eat more pie.
Then, as Yappa brings him forward, he looks out upon his family, neighbors, and friends.
His eyes scan the crowd, lingering here and there for a moment.
He opens his mouth to speak. "Uh, I don't know what to say." Then then steps down.
As the crowd responds, he hurries back up. "Oh - I just thought of something."
And his speech begins...
Bill T - will post speech later - sorry - no time Tuesday July 1st, 2003 11:31:55 AM
Kim here - Folks, thank you for your patience. I have to run - but will have Bill give his speech when I'm off work this evening. I won't drown you in details, but I've had no time and hardly any access to the internet for a few days, here. Don't worry though - in the words of the indicted, "It's all good."
Gilan of the Sargrass Plains Tuesday July 1st, 2003 12:51:38 PM
Gilan makes his way around the party, going off of a discription that he was given to find Bill. When he finds him he approaches a little slowly. "Errr...Bill...I have this for your birthday." He hands him the leather bag with the wood shaped carvings in it. "Carvings of animals from the plains sir...made with my own magic so I hope you like them." With a bow of respect he looks around the room with a smile. "Lovely party and thanks for the wasp, she is truely beautiful." He takes the time to shake his hand and then easily disappears into the crowd.
At the announcement of the end of the party he decides to hang around and help cleanup. It is the least he can do after the gift he was given...it just did not seem right otherwise. After helping he makes his way to the fireplace and enters, to disappear and reappear in the Giggling Ghost.
Setanos Tuesday July 1st, 2003 2:55:50 PM
Watching the interaction between Bill and Borbo, Setanos smiles inwardly, knowing the feeling of finding a comrade long thought lost.
He continues to examine the precious crystal gift he was given, and enjoy the fine food and spirits, taking time to catch up with Tratain on all thats happened since they last spoke.
When Bill gives his speach, Setanos listens, throwing in a hearty 'Here here' now and then.
Ashira Tuesday July 1st, 2003 10:13:16 PM
The half-elf smiles warmly at Vauhwyt and shows her her figure. She then carefully wraps it and puts it back in her backpack. "Yes, Bill is a wonderful hobbit. I only wish I'd been able to go on more adventures with him...but there is always more adventure to be had in the future." Ashira winks at the large liontaur, and chuckles at her comment about the "smaller" races, figuring that she probably fits in that category by comparison with Vauhwyt. As the party begins to break up, Ashira leads Vauhwyt over to Bill (after his speech, of course) and wishes him a very happy birthday. "I hope that your 30th birthday was better than mine...actually, I don't remember it...boy, it must have been bad. Anyway, I wanted you to have this as a gift." Ashira hands the halfling a small vial of holy water. "Umm...I'm a little low on funds, so I made this for you. Actually, come to think of it, I hope you never have to use it." Ashira chuckles at the irony of her gift. After giving her gift, Ashira chats a little while with the party goers, and then heads toward the fireplaces. Waving to Vauhwyt, she says "I'll see you back in the tapestry." and quickly disappears from view.
Bill Troublefinder's third ten's birthday speech Wednesday July 2nd, 2003 2:18:07 AM
The diminutive adventurer finally gets to his speech.
"I was born here in Windhorn Hamlet. Just as most of you were. Some of us played together, growing up. Skipped rocks on the pond, and the flat parts of the stream. Picked the small sweet strawberries in the early summer from the edge of the woods.
"Some of you reported in to my papa or mama certain pranks you may have thought I committed. Well, sure, a bunch of 'em I may have had certain acquaintance with," he says mischievously. Then, sincerely, he adds, "I'm still really sorry about your prize daffodils, missus Harrentof." He projects genuine repentance for that long ago adolescent deed. Then, turning his attention elsewhere, he says with a twinkle in his eye, "I am grateful that my cousin Borbo is here to accept full responsibility for the crumb cake caper.
"But you, my friends and neighbors, helped me, helped us, learn about what is right, and what is wrong. Through the goodness of many of you, many virtues were caught by my friends and siblings. Through the badness of a few, we saw that the temporary advantages of evil are outweighed by the eventual consequences to the evildoer.
"We learned that we need to watch out for each other. To help each other. And, if someone were getting a bit full of himself, to help bring 'im down a notch or too. Lessons in humility, you might call 'em. The ability to laugh at oneself.
"We learned courage, when the men and not a few of the women helped defeat and drive off the orcs that tried to take advantage of us some years back. We lost a few that day, including widow Willowby's husband, Talko, the best brewer of honeymead in our town; Stepan Palto, who helped work the mines near the Scab in the summers; Binko Footfall, who was just a lad, like my own dear brother whom we also lost on that dark day." Bill looks down at the ground for a moment, remembering the time.
Then, slowly, he raised his eyes to look at the crowd. "That was the day I decided to learn to overcome evil, so that good people might live in peace, and receive support and defense during times of unrest. I decided to become an adventurer.
"Papa, Mama - without you, I would not be here today. Obvious that is, yes, in some ways. But watching you through my short years, I saw how you worked together, loved each other, kept my brothers & sisters & me from trying to play one off the other. Ooh! THAT was a mistake!" he says, rubbing his bottom as if to relieve a pain recalled. He laughs.
"Now you all know that I could go on for a l-o-n-g time, just talking about this and that. But don't worry - this should not be more than three hours," he says, knowing that some will chuckle, and some will groan.
"My friends and I have been out and about in the Wold for these past three years. Solving problems, foiling the bad guys - none of us can forget what the dastardly Sons of Dread attempted to do with Mengor's remains!" he says of the plot to destroy their beloved hamlet.
"What is the Wold? It is a wide place, filled with wonders, filled with amazing things waiting to be discovered. I trust that some of you youngin's will want to get out and look around someday. I'll tell you what: The best preparation for getting along in the Wold, is learning to get along here in Windhorn Hamlet.
"Now - well I was going to mention a name, but won't embarrass you full on. However, there are two hobbits here who were friends for ages. One of you accidentally, and thoughtlessly, hurt the other. So, boy - and you know who you are - I want you to forgive your friend. He didn't mean to hurt you, and he has apologized for it many times.
"I've learned that you hold on to bitterness, and it'll poison you, from the inside out. Don't do it. Forgive folks, and give 'em the benefit of the doubt. Boy - forgive me, even, for bringing this up here. I only do it because the intercession of others has not yet borne fruit. You restore your friendship, and someday, you'll live to be thankful for it.
"The Wold is a place filled with friends. There are good people out there - and it has been my good pleasure to get to know some of them." And here Bill mentions the names of each of the adventurers who has come to the birthday party, and honors them with a word or two about who they are and what they have done. He also points out a few other folk, not adventurers, but people he has met outside of Windhorn Hamlet, who are here tonight.
"The Wold has its share, too, of folks and critters that aren't so nice. It's the role of some of the people here to help keep them in check. And, THAT can make for some interesting stories, let me tell you!
"Well, I can't use up all the time here that would better be spent singing and dancing, and swapping tales with each other.
"There are some things I need to take care of, now that I have reached my third tens." He appears about to add something, but checks himself. "Well, I'll not go into detail now." A slow smile appears on his face. "You know it's not polite to spoil a surprise!"
"Uncle Yappa - Thank you for ... for all you taught me. Without your steady counsel, I would be a different Bill Troublefinder."
"Oh, let me show you a trick I learned, friends." Bill pulls from his pocket a flash pellet and a thunderstone. To those closest to him, he whispers, "Cover your ears!" He casts them down to the ground before him, causing a flash and a boom. As they leave his hand, Bill dimension doors up into the nearby oak, near the top of the branches.
From there, his voice pipes out, "Happy day, friends! It's time to dance!" He waves down at his friends, and giggles in the tree.
And a good night - Dm Ian Wednesday July 2nd, 2003 2:28:41 AM
(My apologies for the lateness of the post. Starting tomorrow I will slowly start to post earlier each day to get back on track.)
As the partyers go their separate directions, Rond, Arien, Feng, Bill, Tratain, Draax, and Renik are approached by Laila, who offers to guide the group to warm beds in the Hearthfire Inn. As Tratain and Setanos are busy recounting old times when the offer is made, a room and an offer for breakfast is also extended to Setanos to enjoy the hospitality of the Hamlet. Before you all go to sleep, you each pass Abram in the common room of the Hearthfire gazing in to the banked coals in the fireplace, lost in memory. However, some of the weight seems to have gone out of his face, replaced instead with a look of sadness.
When you wake up in the morning after a good rest, only a few villagers are in the Hearthfire, and the innkeep has arranged a light breakfast for you, with pastries and warmed cider complimented by biscuits and gravy. Waiting for you, as bright and chipper as the night before, is Yappa Steadyfoot.
"Bill's mom and da will be along shortly, but I thought I'd greet you all, and make sure something was said. We of the Hamlet appreciate you all, every day you put your lives on the line to make the Wold a better place, and every night you sit watch keeping our friends and family alive."
At that, Momma Mona, and Papa Mecko come walking into the Hearthfire, and join you at the table.
Papa says, "So, before you get back on the road, is there anything we can help with? I know Bill had said at the party he had something to say. Just wanted to check with the rest of you as well."
OOC posting: DM Ian Wednesday July 2nd, 2003 8:09:26 PM
(Ok, hopefully the lack of postings is due to my posting yesterday at an odd time. I will post tomorrow at or around noon pacific time, unless you guys would prefer another time, and do the last post in this scene before heading out on the road for more adventure. If anyone is having a problem with permissions to post, please let me know at ianhess@hotmail.com. I will erase this post after tomorrow's posting.)
Draax Wednesday July 2nd, 2003 10:10:33 PM
Draax eats another helping of pie as he listens to Bill address the gathering. He smiles, laughs, and nods his head at the appropriate moments of Bill's speech. His eyes gets that distance look as he reflects about the Son of Dreads attempt to use Mengor' corpse. He sits contently until he notices the thunderstone in Bill's hand. A look of panic comes across the half-elf's face as he drops his pie in an attempt to cover his ears quickly.
Draax laughs as he spots Bill in the tree, but his laughter is more at himself than at the halfling as he stand there with himself half covered with pie. He bids everyone goodnight at the end of the party and collapse into the bed when he is in the room.
Waking up early Draax goes for a run trying to work off some of the treats that he had eaten the night before. After the run he goes through a few forms with his sword, making sure he works up a good sweat before taking himself a quick swim. When he returns to the inn he is refreshed and ready for breakfast.
At breakfast Draax starts to tell Yappa that there is no need to thank them, but he hold his tongue. Instead he thanks Yappa for the kind words.
The half-elf takes a moment to think of anything to say to ma and pa Troublefinder, but cannot think of anything. "All I would like to say is thank you for inviting me into you home and letting me celebrate the birthday with your family and friends, I had a great time. I will probably think of many things to say once we are miles away, but all I can think of now is thanks."
Feng Wednesday July 2nd, 2003 10:21:08 PM
"I would also like to give my thanks. All I can say is that last night was a new expierence for me. A very pleasant one." The half-orc leaves it at that clearly unwilling to talk about the subject.
Tratain Wednesday July 2nd, 2003 10:46:27 PM
Tratain thanks the Troublefinders for thier hospitality in the mourning and says, "Well when are we off to the meeting? Hey Setanos you should come with us." Quickly turning to the party "Would you mind if Setanos accompanied us? Its been a long while since i have seen him and he is quite skilled." Quickly turning back to Setanos "Would you like to come with us? I think we're going off on a quest of some sort. It's been a while since we have gone adventuring together it should be interesting." Quickly back to the party "Would you mind? I know im still new so I don't know if I can invite my friends on our trips, Setanos really is a good fellow though."
Renik Thursday July 3rd, 2003 2:31:38 AM
The charming rogue offers profuse thanks to the Troublefinders for their hospitality, though his skull is pounding somewhat from the free flowing red wine of the night before.
Feeling unaccountably hungry he demolishes a fried breakfast, looking over at Tratain with a mouthful of sausage when he suggests Setanos accompany them.
"Well from what little I've seen he seems a decent sort" he says once his sausage is swallowed. I have no objection, though it will be our employer who will have to make the final decision."
Rond Thursday July 3rd, 2003 7:05:55 AM
Having not noticed Borbo until Bill has said something. Rond is speechless learning that Borbo was able to make the party. But not wanting to interrupt anything between Bill and Borbo, Rond lets the two spend what moment that they can.
Not sure what to do with his latest gift, Rond puts it in his money pouch until he can figure out what to do.
Responding to Papa Mecko, "I don't think I need anything more. Just providing me a place where I can kick up my feet and not worry about the Wold for a few seconds is payment enough."
Setanos Thursday July 3rd, 2003 3:21:06 PM
Enjoying the hearty breakfast, Setanos thanks Yappa and Momma Mona, and Papa Mecko for their hospitality.
He responds to Tratain saying "I'd love to accompany you all, sounds like you've got a good group here."
After breakfast, if there are no objections to him comming, he follows the group where ever it leads, readying his axe and shield.
Bill Troublefinder Thursday July 3rd, 2003 6:44:02 PM
Bill greets his friends, a little late to breakfast himself. "Whew! Oh, guys, I've got a few more things for you all."
Another surprise - DM Ian Thursday July 3rd, 2003 8:41:13 PM
(OOC: I'm out tomorrow, but I have asked ACDM Jan to follow up with a posting. Happy 4th of July!)
As the party assembles and begins to converse, Papa Mecko smiles, and pulls a small brass key from his coat pocket, with a jaunty ribbon tied in a tiny bow on one end.
Handing it to Bill he says, "Now, we here in the village aren't rich people, but we care care of our own. Since you've been gone, we've been working together, lots of us, and we've built a little something for you on the family land."
"The house has got rooms for little and big people, a root cellar and a kitchen. Got beds and the basics in place, but we knew that a man would want to fill his own house with decorations and things."
"Besides, its silly for you group to have to stay in that Inn when you come back to town. Hopefully, this will help."
Seemingly alot of words from the usually quiet man, but his smile says everything his words did not.
The older halflings then sit back, to see what other gifts and conversation occur.
Draax Thursday July 3rd, 2003 10:34:58 PM
Draax listens to Mecko and looks at the key as it is handed to Bill, "Wow! It feel great to be appreciated by I would have never expected anything like this. With all the gifts, kind words, and presents. I beginning to think that maybe its my birthday too. I cannot remember the last time that I have said thank you and really meant it so many time in one day. But although it does not even reflect a little of my gratitude, again I say Thank You."
Tratain Thursday July 3rd, 2003 11:00:41 PM
Tratain says "Look at that Bill your very own house." Looking to the others he says "What can you tell me of the man we are going to meet? and when are we supposed to meet him."
Arien Friday July 4th, 2003 1:05:05 PM
"Well the man we're going to meet is a fairly important man in Plateau City. We've done work for him in the past, mostly keeping the peace type jobs, but there was some investigative work as well. Due to certain events that transpired shortly before the death of Domi, I trust the man completely. Our dealings with him are mostly secret so it would perhaps be better to wait until we are in a less public place to go into details."
Renik Friday July 4th, 2003 5:02:21 PM
The rogue nods at Arien's words. "In fact, given the nature of our work and our employer, it might be best if we left explanations to him."
He claps the halfling on the shoulder. "Your own home, eh Bill? Carefull, there'll be a wife and 5 kids in it before you know it! You don't want to go getting yourself tied down at your tender young age!"
(DM Jan, posting for DM Ian) Saturday July 5th, 2003 2:07:22 PM
Yappa and Bill's parents chat with the players quietly as the gift giving and conversation continues. Looking around, you realize Abram appears to have not come out of his room as of yet.
A quick question to the innkeep finds that Abram awoke early, before dawn even, and left word that he would be on the road outside town, preparing his horse and gear for travel.
Bill Troublefinder thanks his papa and mama Sunday July 6th, 2003 3:48:39 AM
"Papa. Oh, Papa. A root cellar, too?" Bill answers his father, blinking. "Room for our friends?" He gulps, and looks down for a moment.
Then he stands, and comes to his father. He extends his hand. "Thank you, Papa. You are the best in the Wold." He turns, and kisses his mother on the cheek. "So are you, Mama." Looking at both of them, he repeats the words, "Best in the Wold!"
He acknowledges his friends' words. He gulps as Renik mentions the possibility of a wife and children. "Oh, I don't know if I'm ready for all that, Renik!" He is excited, though, about the home.
Bill Troublefinder - Some gifts & such to friends Sunday July 6th, 2003 5:26:34 AM
"Well, first of all, I want to thank you all for entrusting me with some of the extra proceeds from the white dragon's lair," Bill says to his adventuring friends.
"Also, through the past few years, I've been pretty lucky - and my thanks to Wardd and to The God - so want to share some from all that.
"So," and here Bill drags out a bag, weighing maybe 35 pounds, "I've been able to pick up some things for you all!"
He reaches into the bag, and out comes some rolled-up cloth, nearly as tall as Bill himself.
For Arien "Arien - you have become quite the wizard. And, what wizard could not use his own," and the halfling, grabbing the edges of the rolled cloth, shakes it with a snap, unrolling a carpet, three feet wide by five feet long, "flying carpet?"
Bill speaks, in elvish, the command to hover. The ornately-patterned woven carpet springs to life, and floats mere inches above the ground. He hops up on top of it, and invites Arien to join him. Again in the tongue of elfs, he commands it slowly to rise. It does so. Just before Arien's head touches the ceiling, he again tells it to hover, and the ascent halts. Telepathically, he tells Arien all the command words to get the carpet to do exactly what he wants it to do.
"It's good to have someone above the fray, eh? Oh, and when you're up there, you'll want to use something like this from time to time." Bill pulls from his pants pocket a blue cloth bag. From the bag he withdraws a tanglefoot bag, a thunderstone, a flask of acid, and a flask of alchemist's fire. "Upend this on your enemies below you, and watch what happens!"
Bill commands the carpet to land, then, the items placed back in the blue bag, tells him, "And, you'll want a place to keep things like that." Walking over to a low drawer, he opens it, and pulls out a folded blue article of clothing - a pair of pants, apparently hobbit-sized.
"Just try these on," he urges Arien. "It's okay, they'll fit over what you're wearing." Should Arien do as Bill suggests, he will find that the pants indeed fit just right, seeming to grow to fit his own physique. "There are more of the blue bags inside the pockets." Ten similarly-equipped blue bags in all. "Remember the pants I worked with the Black Genie Center to develop? They call them 'Bill's Stylish Pants o' Plenty,'" he says laughing. "Had a pair made for you, too. A pair of pockets, each holding a lot, and, you can change the color and design whenever you want. I like plaid," he notes, indicating his own pants. "But, yours can be black, or red, or green, or striped - whatever you want. Get tired of what you chose? Just think about it, and they'll change to what you like!"
For Draax "Andraaxius, you've always been steady and dependable. There's a quiet strength to your personality that I like. Well, to go with that kind of strength, I'd like to offer another." From the bag he dragged over a moment ago, he draws forth a broad leather belt. The figure of broad and strong shoulders are artistically styled in relief to either side of the buckle. "A belt of strength, Draax!" [+4]
"Also, we never had a chance to use it - I'd thought about trying to leave it in the lung of the dragon, but never quite made it there." He holds forth a white feather. "Now, don't drop this!" he urges strongly. "It is one of Quaal's feather tokens. This one, you drop it into water, and it changes into a good, fast boat. A swan boat! It lasts a day, they tell me, and can carry a fair number of folk. And this," he adds, holding forth a potion bottle, "will neutralize most poisons pretty well. Never know when something like that will come in handy!"
He returns to the drawer, and pulls out another pair of pants. "Try these on," he suggests, handing Draax the green clothing.
For Feng "Your humility wrapped in strength, your kind heart, and your hatred of evil all, in some way, argue against the need for this," Bill speaks to the well-kempt half orc. "But, Feng, one can never be too careful. So, as a paladin of the gods of the Wold, I found this." He hands the paladin a small leather box with strings attached. "This phylactery of faithfulness will help you, when making decisions of an ethical nature, better discern wise actions, and fulfill part of your mission in life. Many have I met in the Wold, but few who equal you in humble honor, Feng. There! Now that I've complimented you on your humility, you'll have to repent of how good that makes you feel," says Bill with a twinkle in his eye. Then, more seriously, he says, "That conundrum has vexed many who strive for the best. Just keep your eyes on the best of what the gods teach us. Think of Domi, brave and self-sacrificial, and of Alemi, a maker of peace and of healing, and of - but who am I to lecture such as you on such matters. Feng, I like you."
He begins to turn to another, but then returns his attention to Feng. "I've something else for you, but you'll have to wait a few minutes."
For Renik He does turn to Renik. "I have something for you, friend, for a specific purpose." From his left pocket he pulls out a journal, and opens it. He says, "Transcribe." Then he says, "This is for you, Renik, to keep of record of what you do, and see, and hear, and think. Your friend, Bill T." He shuts it and hands Renik the journal. "Open to the first page." When Renik does so, he sees recorded on the first page, "The Wold According to Renik Dacour" written in Bill's standard, regular and pleasant script. Below that are the very words that the halfling just spoke.
"Renik, you'll have to be my eyes and ears, in some respect, for a while. This journal of writing should help you in that regard."
He adds, speaking to all. "Well, I suppose it's time for me to let you all know. I will not be going with you to the ship that mister M asked us to take a look at. I have been thinking for some time that there are some matters I need to attend to. And, much as I love you all, for now, our paths must diverge." He waves his hands, forestalling any words of protest. "Now, you can tell me how wonderful it is that you won't have to put up with my fussy ways later. But we're not done yet with the goodies. So, hold on, guys."
He pulls from the bag a pair of boots, with a strange design along either side of the boots, below the ankle. "Well, twinkle toes, you seemed really to take to flying," he tells Renik. "So, I had these made for you!" He passes to Renik a pair of winged boots. "One good thing is, if ever you're way up high, and have used these for more than two hours in a day, your ring of feather fall will help ensure a soft landing!"
Renik receives a pair of Bill's stylish pants of plenty, red, with black piping.
For Rond "We've seen a few bad things in the last three years together, Ronderiadshel, plus many good things. And, all in all, we've had, as I said early, some pretty good luck. Well, so that that might continue with you, Rond, take this rock." He hands Rond a grey stone, smooth and oval in shape. "It's a stone of good luck!" he tells his good friend. "It'll help you in all sorts of ways."
"Oh, and, if you're in a tight place, and evil is pressing in, this," he says, passing Rond a trumpet, "can give you a minute of respite of sorts. It's call a horn of goodness, and will make a magic circle against evil. You can blow it once a day, buddy. Use it wisely!"
For Tratain "Well, Tratain, you talented explorer, you, I managed to pick up a few things that might help you as you go poking about." He pulls from his waistcoat a pair of opaque crystal spectacles. "You slip these over your eyes, and you can see just fine - even when it is pitch black out. They're call goggles of night. Now, when your goggles reveal a door before you, and it seems well stuck or locked, just bang this thing," and out of his right pocket he pulls a hollow mithral tube, "and it will make a nice chime - and open up most any door, or lock, or the like. Just point it at what you want to open. It's called a chime of opening, and it's good for about fifty uses.
"Also, with all the scrapes our group gets into, here is a wand of cure light wounds, fully charged. Help keep our team alive, eh, Tratain?" He gives the adventurer a pair of pants, khaki in color.
For Setanos "I heard that you're talking about joining the Windhorn Hamleteers, or the Windy Wolves, or the Blackberry Investigators, or whatever this group becomes known as. They need someone to help keep an eye out, and to get them out of tight situations, too." Bill hands him a pair of clear crystal spectacles. "Eyes of Seeing, he tells Setanos. "Also, this vest of escape, he adds, passing to his fellow townsman a folded black silk vest. He shows him some secret pockets, where lockpicks that add +4 to checks to open locks are kept. "Wearing the vest will also help you if you need to slip out of confinement." [+6 on Escape Artist checks.]
Bill gives Setanos a pair of black silk pants.
For Feng, again "Feng," he says, dragging the bag to his tall, strong friend. "This bag is yours. Look inside."
If Feng does so, he finds a bag of 700 gold pieces. "That's not a gift. You lent me the money a while back, to help me out with something I was trying to do at the Black Genie Center. But, the bag itself is a gift. You can help to carry the things that the group needs. It's not as big, nor as light, as the portable hole. I had to trade that in. But it's not bad. It'll hold a thousand pounds, up to a hundred fifty cubic feet inside. It always weighs thirty five pounds, at least on the outside. Be sure not to try to fill it too full. And don't try to stuff any of the pants you all got today into it. It's a bag of holding [bag 3]" Bill explains.
"And, here's your pair of pants, Feng!" Feng's pants somewhat match the color of his breastplate.
=========== All of the pants people received are pairs of Bill's Stylish Pants O' Plenty
Bill's Stylish Pants O' Plenty Sunday July 6th, 2003 5:30:50 AM
Bill's Stylish Pants O' Plenty - These pants appear to be well-made and unremarkable, but their magic nature is obvious when different people try them on -- a perfect fit regardless of size!
The pants can have many regular pockets, but two special pockets open into nondimensional spaces, like a bag of holding -- the inside is larger than the outside. Neither the pants themselves nor objects placed in the special pockets affect the wearer's encumbrance. Each pocket can hold up to 20 pounds in 2 cubic feet of space. While such storage is useful enough, the pants pockets have an even greater power in addition. When the wearer reaches into a pocket for a specific item, that item is always on top (as with Heward's handy haversack). Thus, no digging around and fumbling is ever necessary to find what a pocket contains. Retrieving any item from the pants is a free action. If the wearer of the pants desires to withdraw items from both pockets in the same round, the second pocket item retrieval is a move equivalent action.
If a fine or diminutive living creature is placed within a pocket, it can survive for up to 10 minutes, after which time it runs out of air.
The pants and whatever the pockets hold gain a +2 resistance bonus to all saving throws. This resistance does not extend to the wearer of the pants.
If a person tries to place an item in a pocket which would exceed the capacity of the pocket, he will feel a resistance, a pushing back against the item. If he nevertheless forces the item in, that will cause the pocket to burst. The DM may make a saving throw for each item within to see if it is lost in another dimension (d100:1-40) or spills out upon the ground (d100:41-100). Add 5% to the roll if an item stored is magical, (such as a potion), or 5% times the plus of an item to the roll for items with magical plusses. For example, a +2 dagger would fall to the ground if the adjusted d100 roll is 31 or higher (d100+10).
Though highly resistant to puncturing or tearing, if a concerted effort is made to damage a pocket, a similar effect to that of overfilling will result.
These pants come in two variations.
1. The standard pair of pants o' plenty can be made of any number of durable fabrics. The extra-dimensional pockets are made of finely tanned leather, which is concealed by the fabric.
2. The stylish pants o' plenty are able, on a command phrase (which includes the shade desired), to change color. And with a separate command phrase, they will also change style. The wearer of the pants gains a +2 on disguise checks. This does not stack with Change Self / Polymorph / Hat of Disguise bonuses, but may stack with a disguise kit. An individual change takes a standard action, or both color and style can be changed as a full round action. At the DM's discretion, a limit of up to five color changes plus five style changes can be made per day.
Caster Level: 9th; Prerequisites: Craft Wondrous Item, Leomund's secret chest. Change self also needed for color/style changing option. Market Price: 2,000 gp for Bill's pants o' plenty; 2,500 for Bill's stylish pants o' plenty.
Bill T - Rond gets a pair of pants, too. Sunday July 6th, 2003 5:36:31 AM
"Oh, I almost forgot!" Bill hands Rond a pair of pants, with a pattern that looks like green frogs eggs in a yellow scum. "Thought you'd appreciate these. If you see Merik before you leave town, you should show him these, eh?"
[Any character can, as the item describes, change the color of the pants as they wish.]
Bill Troublefinder Sunday July 6th, 2003 5:45:17 AM
Bill has other gifts for his family members ... but that is another story.
To his friends, Bill says, "May you act wisely, and the gods grant you good hearts, and you watch out for each other, and for the citizens of the Wold who have need of brave defenders. I pray that, in time, we may again travel together. There is no end to what I could say to you in parting. But just know this. You are my friends. May it be granted that never we forget one another. Fare well!" He gives each of them warm bread surprises for their pockets, and each a set of eating utensils for travel, and each a flask of halfling honeymead.
He stays to answer any last minute questions his friends may have, and gives hugs, light punches in the arm, or handshakes, as may seem appropriate to his different friends. "May The God keep you all in the palm of his hand!"
Rond Sunday July 6th, 2003 10:18:57 AM
Having adventured now for 3 years with Bill. Rond is now astounded at the windfall of items that has come into his possession. Rond wonders if there's some kind of mighty evil coming that he doesn't know about.
With the presentation of the house to Bill Rond comments, "At least it's a place to store a lot of your knick knacks."
When Bill gives his presents to Rond, "Thank you my friend. This is supposed to be your birthday!" Looking at Bill with big eyes, "You're not giving away your birthday presents, are you? We were here to celebrate your birthday right? All we're doing is getting presents from you?!" When Rond finishes he'll wink at Bill.
Feeling a small lump in his throat as Bill says goodbye. "You be sure to take care of yourself buddy."
Draax Sunday July 6th, 2003 11:10:37 AM
Draax looks at the gifts in front of him and sits for a moment in awe. "I don't know what to say Bill. I appreciate the gifts and everything else." He smiles, "You have always been too generous for your own good."
He picks the halfling up and gives him a big hug. When he sets Bill back on the ground the half-elf says in a joking manner. "Will you please do me a favor? The next time we meet you will probably be parading around disguised as one of the enemy. Please don't wait until we get ready to try to kill you before you say, HI GUYS ITS ME BILL, I'M ON YOUR SIDE." Draax laughs for a few seconds. "One thing I will say for you Bill, you sure know how to make an entrance. Take care of yourself friend and I would say stay out of trouble, but then you would not be living up to your name. So, what will you do now?"
Renik Sunday July 6th, 2003 2:39:35 PM
Renik is astounded by Bill's generosity. But before he has a chance to thank him the halfling drops his bombshell; he will not be accompanying the party.
"My friend, it's just not going to be the same without you. Is there nothing we can do or say to make you change your mind?" Renik looks very glum at the prospect of Bill leaving. He has always considered the halfling to be the heart of their little group.
He looks at his many gifts, and sighs. Magnificent though they are they are no substitute for the companionship, wit and wisdom of Bill Troublefinder.
Feng Sunday July 6th, 2003 9:57:01 PM
It took Feng a while to understand that Bill was retiring from the adventuring life. His resourcefullness in a crisis will be missed. Feng can't even think of dealing with the dragon without Bill there.
"Thank you for the gifts my small friend. Your presence will be greatly missed. It's too bad that most of your good deeds were done in secret. The bards should be able to sing your tales."
Setanos Monday July 7th, 2003 7:40:23 AM
Setanos stands in wonderment at the fantastic items he's been given by Bill.
"Bill, I dont know what to say. You've made me feel more welcome than I have in any other place. Thank you from the bottom of my heart."
With that Setanos scoops Bill up in a big bear hug.
"May Domi protect you mate."
On the road of suspicions again
Goodbyes, and hellos - DM Ian Monday July 7th, 2003 6:23:11 PM
The goodbyes between companions takes some time. By the time everything is said, everyone is hugged and, or kissed, its well into the late afternoon.
Gathering up possessions and weaponry, and stowing the new gifts in pack and pouch, the group moves out of the Hearthfire, and out onto the road. The sounds of children at play and families working recedes as you walk out of the Hamlet.
Coming around the first bend where you initially encountered Abram, the group first hears a meaty thud a short distance away accompanied by the sound of breath being forcefully driven from lungs. As the group takes a few more steps around a bush on the side of the road, the source is revealed.
Abram is bent over, clutching his stomach, panting for breath. His dappled riding horse is a short distance away tied to a tree, packed as if for travel. He is still wearing his maille, hanging to his knees, but he bears no weaponry. Each of you remember him handing his sword and dagger to Bill before the party started.
Standing nearby is a stout, swarthy human male, with dark eyes leering out over a full, bushy beard. The man isn't wearing any obvious armor, but bears a six and a half foot hooked glaive, and a buckler. The whole image of the man is greasy, from ill-tanned boots of some questionable skin, to a mass of unkempt hair, and a stained, formerly blue tunic.
Doubled over in pain, Abram reels for a moment, before the broad shouldered man uses the haft of his pole to hook behind Abram's knee and throw Abram to the ground, hard. Then, he follows up far too quickly with a snapping blow with the same end of his pole to Abram's ribs, forcing Abram to clutch in pain once again.
"You foolish weakling. Where is your courage now? You can't even fight back... a suitable follower for a god that can't even stay alive."
Each insult is punctuated with a cruel, snapping kick. Each of you recognizes hasted action in those blows.
The whole scene is about sixty feet from the party, and neither man seems to realize the party is watching, as of yet.
Arien Monday July 7th, 2003 7:25:38 PM
Back in the Inn:
"I thank you for your gifts Bill Troublefinder," the elf says solemnly. "I wish you well on journey through life my friend. May your path be true and your days many and them all filled with happiness. Hail and farewell Bill Troublefinder, until our paths cross once again."
On the Road:
Arien activates his boots of speed and charges towards Abram, trusting that the rest of the group would be close behind.
Draax Monday July 7th, 2003 7:55:40 PM
As Draax sees the situation he yells, "HEY YOU, STOP THAT!!!"
He runs towards the two men and watches as Arien easily outdistance him.
Tratain Monday July 7th, 2003 9:24:08 PM
Tratain Runs as fast (x3 or x4 movement whatever I can manage) as he can towords the two combatants. Tratain Tries to place himself between the two and will intercept the next hit ment for Abrams. (Protector Ability)
Feng Monday July 7th, 2003 11:09:38 PM
Feng kicks his war horse into a gallop. He slips the back half of the weapon under his arm (for support)and moves the front axe head out wide.
OOC: Not sure if I could cover the distance on horse back and still get an attack in.
(You may indeed charge twice your horse's movement and take a single attack at +2 to hit. If necessary, I'll handle the roll in the DM post later today. - DM Ian)
Bill Troublefinder - the closing goodbye Tuesday July 8th, 2003 2:44:23 AM
The halfling enjoys and sorrows through the bittersweet time of saying goodbye to his friends.
-- "I will, Rond. You too."
-- "Some things that are done in secret, Feng, will one day be shouted from the rooftops. But we need no ballads or bardic praise. We have the solidity of friendship to sustain us, and a love for honor, righteous justice, and truth. And fun. Don't forget fun, Feng!"
-- Bill laughs at Draax's words. When asked what next he will do, he shrugs his shoulders. "Read, write, play with my nephews & nieces, maybe travel a bit. Fish some. Talk with Yappa." He holds his arms out. "There are so many things one can do in this wide Wold."
-- At Renik's question, he looks into the eyes of his friend for a long moment. "I will miss you, Renki. You will do well, nevertheless." Then Renik 'hears' 'Write often, white wolf.'
-- "The bottom of my heart says, 'My pleasure!'" he tells Setanos. "Hold tight to truth, and slip away from evil, Setanos."
-- Bill accepts Arien's words and blessings with a twinkle in his eye, and a nod of his head.
Bill hands to Tratain just before the group leaves a bundle, wrapped in canvas, with a note stating, 'These belong to Abram of Domi.'
"He was a paladin of your faith, Tratain. Setanos, you need to hear this, too. I saw him, in Plateau City, before Marteaus' evil ascension. Abram was clad in bright armor, and surrounded by children who adored him. He is a good man, though much trodden down since. I charge you to treat him as your brother, and a man of honor. Something has wounded his soul. Perhaps you will be instruments in Domi's hand to bring healing, perhaps restoration."
With Rombi on his shoulders, sweet sister Skirra beside him, his folks behind him, Bill waves goodbye to all as they go to meet with Abram, and to find the ship.
Renik d20+15=35 d20+15=24 d8+5=13 d8+5=13 2d6(4+2)=6 Tuesday July 8th, 2003 2:45:13 AM
Sizing the situation up quickly the rogue draws his bow, notches one of the new Holy arrows found in the dragon's lair, and sends it whistling in a deadly arc towards the brutal attacker (Crit if AC 24 hits, 13HP standard + 13 Crit + 6 Holy dmg if target is evil = 30 HP! Woo hoo!)
"Stand down or die!" he cries. "You attack again at your mortal peril!"
Then, with a whispered "adlevo!" he activates his Winged Boots, rising several inches from the ground.
Rond Tuesday July 8th, 2003 6:50:27 AM
Over hearing the conversation and feeling his guts twist as he suspects a follower of Marteaus. Rond sounds the horn of goodness and hopes that will back up Reniks words. (effect around Abram). Rond will close as best he can.
---OOC do you want updated character sheets after current modules? Can I run with current revisions to Rond?
(Feel free to run with your current version, if you like. I have a list of recent changes. However, I'll accept character sheet revisions as often as you care to send them. - DM Ian)
Setanos (AC 16 HP 72) Tuesday July 8th, 2003 8:06:47 AM
Setanos runs up with Tratain, Axe drawn and sheild ready. Although unsure of much that is going on, he trusts his friends judgement.
A soldier of darkness - Dm Ian d20+6=24 d20+3=12 d20=8 d20=5 d20=13 d10+10=14 d10+10=15 d10+10=20 Feng's attack d20+16=18 Tuesday July 8th, 2003 6:06:42 PM
More than half the group takes off towards Abram, crossing the intervening distance with alacrity. Tratain and Setanos sprint to a sliding stop between the bearded glaivesman and Abram, who is still doubled over in pain. The next blow doesn't land on Abram, however, as the hasted man turns to meet Feng's charge and reply with violence.
Arien easily covers the ground, and comes to a stop next to Abram, and behind the rather imposing defense of Tratain and Setanos' shields. He sees that Abram is coughing up blood, and shaking unsteadily, not really making any attempt to rise or defend himself. Before he jumps into the fray, however, Arien catches the barest sparkle of something above the party. Looking up, he perceives the warp and shimmer of a scrying sensor, suspended about forty feet directly over the battle.
This group is in a loose cluster in the middle of the road, right at the bend. The road turns gradually to the left after this point, and is about fifteen feet wide, with a small additional margin before the surrounding orchard trees and low lying vegetation begin to clutter the side of the road.
Even as Feng rides the bearded man down, the man turns to meet him with raised glaive. Then, the man's façade -shatters- with the image of an unkempt wild mercenary falling away like the pieces of a broken window catching sunlight in the fall to the ground. The revealed... thing... stands about five and a half feet tall, still broad shouldered and bandy legged, but with sickly, grayish scaled skin, a bristling wire-like beard befouled with rotting pieces of flesh, and a twisted, porcine foot long tail casting a shadow over cloven hooves. The thing radiates an unspeakable stench of offal and burnt blood.
In addition, its glaive subtly changes as well, adopting a wicked edge of sawed teeth and a cruel barb on the backspike. Both glaive and buckler bear a low, pulsing blackish aura, as well as a disconcerting shimmer about the beast's frame, and the hue of stoneskin upon it's scaled flesh.
It greets Feng's charge, and Renik's shouted command, with a flurry of hasted blows and a shout of, "Hai! I accept your challenge, weak paladin and protectors! I would have butchered this man for the sport, but a barbazu of the Legion will never back down! Look to -your- life, mortal!"
Three hacking chops hammer Feng, piercing his defenses to impact for a total of 49 points of damage. Feng also winces as the glaive's serrated teeth tear at his flesh. (Feng has been affected by a wounding effect, and will bleed 6 points per round until further notice.)
Feng replies with a single slicing blow, but misses as his blow is deflected by the shimmering field around the beast.
Draax is now about twenty feet from the fight, with Rond about ten feet behind him. As Rond slows a bit to sound his newly gifted horn, Setanos, Arien, Tratain, and Abram are covered with a circle of protection, which bodily shoves the beastly thing another foot away. Both warriors will be able to attack next round with a charge bonus, if they so desire.
Renik's arrow slams into the beast's flank, scoring a searing wound that smokes odiously (but no critical). Renik remains about sixty feet away, and rising from the ground, has three combatants between his bow and his target. Perhaps if he were to rise before the impending charge, only one person would be considered engaged for his next volley.
Tratain AC 24 d20+17=18 d20+7=17 d20+7=18 d20+7=9 d20+7=10 d20+7=25 Tuesday July 8th, 2003 9:00:09 PM
Tratain aware that the Barbazu is hasted and probably protected by other Magics attempts to dispel them. Casting Defensively if necessary (Rolled an 18 vs DC 18, I don't believe a 1 autofails on skills but am unsure.) Tratain attempts to strip the Devil of its enchantments, then draws his greatsword and commands his shield into place and prepares for battle.
OOC Rolled Several Dispell checks. The DC is 11+ the Casters level for each spell. 1st spell is negated if caster level is 6 or less. 2nd spell is negated if caster level is 7 or less. 3rd and 4th spells are unaffected. 5th spell is negated if caster level is 14 or less. If there are more my check is d20 +7.
Rond HP-96 AC 19/20 (dodge) (using offhand parry) d20+12=21 d20+7=19 d10+7=9 d10+7=8 Tuesday July 8th, 2003 9:18:40 PM
Seeing the beast change, Rond's face takes on a look of determination. Not wanting to take any chances Rond tries to flank the beast opposite of Feng. He'll put away the horn and pull out his bastard sword and short sword. Rond toys with whether he should start the flaming, and then decides not to for now. With only the one attacker present, Rond will do his best to dodge any attacks he receives.
(AC 21 and AC 19 for 9 and 8 respectively if either hit. Flanking bonus not added in)
Arien d20+11=24 Tuesday July 8th, 2003 10:17:08 PM
Arien, seeing the hasted creature casts the counter to the spell, slow at it. Not waiting to see if the spell takes ahold or not, Arien leans down, and thanks to haste, grabs Abram as he dimension doors back a hundred feet.
((SR check: 24, Will save DC 19 for slow))
Feng (AC 22, 36 HP) d20+16=36 d20+16=31 d8+17=21 d8+17=20 d8+17=24 d6=3 d20+8=10 d20+8=18 d20+3=17 Tuesday July 8th, 2003 11:20:08 PM
Fighting back the pain from the vicious wound, Feng rolls off the side of his horse in a hasty dismount. Breathing heavily Feng speaks he command word igniting his axe is flame. Calling upon the strength of the gods, Feng lashes out at the Barbazu. [Smite Evil- Critical hit for 65 + 3 from the fire]
OOC: I am not sure if Feng gets his full attacks after dismounting but 3 of the 4 missed anyway.
Renik d20+10=19 d20+12=26 d8+5=13 2d6(6+5)=11 d20+10=26 d20+3=13 Wednesday July 9th, 2003 6:39:19 AM
The rogue flies forward and upward, closing fast and ending up hovering some 20 feet in the air and behind the creature. From this vantage point he has a good view of the battle as it unfolds.
Suddenly wary that this creature may not be alone, he rapidly scans the surrounding area (Spot 19), before launching another arrow at the evil beast below (AC 26 for 13 normal +11 Holy = 24 HP).
If he spots the scrying portal (Spot 26) and recognizes it for what it is (Int 13) he yells "Can anyone dispel this spyhole?"
To the barbazu he calls: "Look to your life, you scaley grey guttersnipe! If life it can be called! Weak paladin? Strong enough for the likes of you I'll wager! Cut him down Feng!"
But in truth Renik is unnerved by the ferocity of the blows that struck the half orc, and the blood that flows freely from his wounds. Another attack like that...
"Protectors! Stand to Feng! Someone heal him, quickly!"
It is with no small relief that he sees Arien transport Abram out of harm's way. Quick thinking, that. "Heal him Arien, we may well need him back on his feet before this is done!" he calls to the wizard.
He calls down to those engaged in melee "Surround it! Everyone up close take up flanking positions!" (OOC: remember, everyone in close should get +2 to hit) "Spellcasters pull back out of striking range and support the front line!"
Setanos (AC 16 HP 72) d20+12=32 d20+8=15 2d4(4+4)=8 Wednesday July 9th, 2003 2:45:13 PM
Setanos shifts into a defensive posture and casts an acid arrow at the fiend.
OOC: Cast Defensively (Passed) Ranged Touch attack hit touch AC 15, if that hits, 8 acid damage. Will last for 2 more rounds.
Ahh... teamwork - Dm Ian Tratains additional dispel checks d20+7=17 d20+7=23 d20+7=22 Resist checks w/o bonuses d20=17 d20=14 d20=3 save vs slow d20+6=8 Wednesday July 9th, 2003 6:02:27 PM
Tratain's dispel and Arien's slow spells impact the beast. The blackish, pulsing aura fades from the thing's glaive, as does part, but not all of the protective aura around the barbazu. In addition, the haste spell is dispelled, causing the beast to shriek.
Rising into the sky just as the group closes in, Renik launches an arrow which skips off the shielding aura, and goes sailing off somewhere in the trees. From this vantage point, he can clearly see the scrying sensor hovering forty feet above the fight, and cries out, "Can anyone dispel this spyhole?"
(Detecting scrying portals is a scrying check, not spot, but your roll plus int modifier is sufficient to the task, in this case.)
Setanos casts an acid arrow spell, which the beast dodges.
Draax rolls to one side of the fight, covering the two casters long enough for them to get their spells off without being counterattacked.
Rond and Feng, all close on the beast, with Rond slipping around its frontal arc to flank it. For just a moment the beast parries furiously, slapping aside one of Rond's blows. The other blow lands and is deflected by stoneskin. However, the beast weaves when it should have ducked, and Feng's blow catches the infernal thing solidly on its chest, smashing it's body asunder. Even as the blow lands, Feng is sure that if the barbazu's defenses had not been lowered, the blow would not have inflicted quite as much harm.
The blow cleaves the beast in twain, but as it falls it's body collapses in a foul sludge and stench that splatters on the ground and besmirches the boots of those nearby. All of the barbazu's equipment vanishes as well, with the exception of its pulsing black glowing buckler, which falls to the ground with a metallic clang.
Arien reaches down to lay a hand on Abram, and both flicker and disappear, reappearing a hundred feet down the road towards the Hamlet.
Feng bleeds 6 more hit points, as his torn wounds ache with pain and blood.
Suddenly the road is quiet, except for the creak of armor as everyone looks around and relaxes, and the hoof falls of Feng's warhorse circling to return to nuzzle Feng.
Draax Wednesday July 9th, 2003 6:56:44 PM
Draax runs up to the fight just as the beast vanishes, "Wow Feng! What a hit." He reaches into his backpack and pull as potion of cure light wounds that he tosses to Feng. "Hey you're bleeding pretty bad, you should take care of that before it gets worse."
He looks around for Abram and then locates the man and Arien a little away from the group. He looks up at the spyhole that Renik yells about and wonders if their unseen adversary will send another of its minions. He wipes all the sludge off of his boots and begins to move towards Arien and Abram. "I see we have another unknown enemy, maybe the boss can enlighten us to what that was about. Unless someone can do something about that peephole we should get out of here and see to wounded."
Tratain 14d8(1+3+8+4+3+4+5+6+1+8+1+6+8+5)+7=70 4d8(7+8+2+3)+7=27 Wednesday July 9th, 2003 11:06:56 PM
Tratain walks over to Feng First as the glaive wounds he took looked pretty nasty. Tratain casts Cure Critical Wounds (Substitued for Freedom of Movement) and Heals Feng(27). "That was a very impressive Blow Feng, that fight could have gone very differently had the Devil had opportunity to attack again. It seemed very strong to me."
Tratain Reches down into his pockets of his very stylish pants and retrieves one of his gifts from Bill, the wand of cure light wounds and prepares to heal Feng again and then Abram if he should need healing also.
Feng (1 damage) d8+4=6 Wednesday July 9th, 2003 11:45:07 PM
Feng hands the potion back to Draax. "I will be alright and you never know when that will come in handy. Thanks anyway."
He nods his thanks to Tratain before placing his hand over the bloody hole in his side. He takes a deep breath and closes his eyes using the divine strength given to him to heal the wound. [lay on hands for an additional 27] The half-orc is suprised to see a small cut remain. The wound was nastier than he origionally thought. Feng rubs his horse's neck affectionately and looks down at the demon's remains. He notes the buckler lying on the ground and hopes it can be destroyed. Feng grabs his horse's reins and leads him down the road to where Arien and Abram stand. Summoning what magic he has Feng casts a minor healing spell on Abram [CLW for 6].
"Abram how are you feeling? Perhaps you should ride Degg until we find a place to rest."
Renik Thursday July 10th, 2003 2:28:54 AM
"Magnificent work, my friend" smiles Renik, floating gently back to earth and slapping the half orc on the back. "Weak paladin indeed!"
He peers nervously at the scrying sensor and says "Well, someone seems mighty interested in us. I just hope it's someone friendly." There is not much conviction in his words.
He walks to Abram. "We should move out at once, if you are well enough. As we go perhaps you could tell us what you know of that creature."
Arien Thursday July 10th, 2003 5:14:59 AM
When the beast dies Arien deactivates the magic of his boots and helps Abram up. Should Abram prove too weak to walk, Arien will offer him the carpet of flying to rest on while they continue on to their meeting with Marcus. If however Abram can ride Arien will ride the carpet himself, keeping the speed down to stay apace with the others. "I doubt that anything that sent that Devil would be friendly. That was, as it claimed itself, a Barbazu. If I had to hazard a guess a mage on no little power sent that thing after us. The Barbazu had several enchantments on it that only a mage could have done, I suspect that whomever it was scrying on us would be the same person who sent that thing here." Turning slightly Arien looks at Abram, "Did the Devil say anything else before we arrived?"
Rond Thursday July 10th, 2003 8:58:16 AM
"I believe we should probably wait until we hear from Abram. It's too early to tell whether it was someone after us, or after our employer.
Is this scry point still visible, that someone mentioned? We may need to move somewhere, or do what we can to not be detected."
Reforming, and questions - DM Ian Thursday July 10th, 2003 6:03:51 PM
Abram forces himself to his feet with Arien's assistance, as the group moves back down the trail to meet around him. This leaves the steel buckler laying alone in the middle of the road at the bend, which is now about a hundred feet north of the party. It still pulses with a clinging darkness.
As the Tratain finishes his prayer of healing upon Feng, Arien and Renik notice the scrying point wink out of existence. Apparently, whoever was watching either ended the spell or moved the scrying sensor.
Once standing, Abram doesn't quite meet the gaze of those nearby, shame written across his features. Turning his head to spit a bit of blood into a nearby bush, he begins to speak, his voice flat and rusty again.
"I'd never seen anything like that before. That beast appeared out of nowhere. The only thing it said before you arrived was something about finally having been assigned a job that it would enjoy."
Then, finally catching his breath, he continues in a lower volume, "All I know is that I've been working since the... Year of... Ascension, for a man named Marcus. I haven't seen him in about three weeks, but I got a sending spell with the right code that said to bring you to him. The meeting place is a sea elven village on the coast about two days from here. Marcus said that he would be waiting there, to, as he said, identify himself to you properly."
Abram then pauses, and looks up to gaze at the group before saying, "Thank you for my life."
It appears that saying such a thing costs him more than he is willing to admit.
Draax Thursday July 10th, 2003 7:26:28 PM
Draax takes the potion back from Feng and puts it back in his pack. "Oh yeah, I forgot that you are able to do that."
As he listens Abram, Draax wonders what could have taken away the man's spirit. He glances back toward the buckle and points to it as he addresses his companions. "So what are we to do about that? If it is as evil as it looks we should destroy it or at least remove the darkness radiating from it. I believe the Catacombs can destroy it if that is what we need to do. Anyway we can't just let it stay there and have some kid pick it up." Draax start move back toward it and then stops. "I am a little hesitant about touching that thing. Do anyone have a way of moving it without touching it or at least see if it is safe to touch it?"
Feng Thursday July 10th, 2003 9:30:30 PM
Feng looks down at the buckler. "It is an evil thing. Perhaps we can bless it or dispel the evil. We have to do something. Leaving it here is not an option."
Rond Thursday July 10th, 2003 10:46:41 PM
Listening to Abram Rond comments, "It was a thing of evil long before it showed up here. We are too happy to help and dispatch it as quickly as we can."
Commenting to Draax:
"I wonder if the Catacombs staff has any kind of evil object disposal kit, or something."
Tratain Thursday July 10th, 2003 11:28:51 PM
Tratain walks over to Abram and pulls a canvas bundle out of his Haversack and hands Abram his weapons back. He says "These are yours, and no thanks are necessary, Bill tells me you are a good man, a Paladin, a swordbrother to Setanos and I. I have no doubt that you would have come to our aid if the situation was reversed. I must admit I was leery of you when we first met, but I watched you during the party, I saw the look in your eyes. I see now that you are wounded, not physically, somehow worse. I do not know what happened to scar you so, or if I am able to help cure what ails you, but with Domi's aid I will try." Tratain then takes his holy symbol from about his neck and offers it to Abrams saying "I also had a crisis of Faith once, this was the holy symbol I took up when I felt things were at thier worste, I believe that Domi helped cure me then, I believe he will help cure you now."
Tratain will then detect evil to see if the shield itself radiatets evil, even if it doesn't detect as evil, Tratain will pull a Blanket out of his Haversack and Wrap the shield in it, being careful to not touch it with bare hands.
Arien Friday July 11th, 2003 2:24:09 AM
"Interesting," Arien says as he considers the facts. After a moment of consideration Arien casts an extended Mage Armor on himself and says, "Well it appears as if someone doesn't want us to make contact with Marcus, which frankly doesn't surprise me as that seems to happen fairly often." Arien grins a moment and follows up with, "Well I hope they are tougher than that barbazu."
Setanos Friday July 11th, 2003 7:33:09 AM
"Ha! Nice work all around that was.
When the buckler comes up Setanos says "Aye, its a thing of evil thats to be sure. We could always try to smash it. The tactic worked well against that beast of darkness.
After Tratains words to Abram, and the offering of the symbol, he says "Take it mate, its a good thing for you to have it."
Renik d20+10=26 d20+2=19 Friday July 11th, 2003 4:43:41 PM
The rogue looks at Arien with a raised eyebrow and a broad grin. "You want them tougher than that thing? Well I don't. If we round the next bend and get set upon by a group of seven stone weaklings wielding fluffy pillows and harsh language I'll be happy as a pig in the proverbial."
Renik watches closely as Tratain wraps up the buckler and stashes it away, keeping an eye out for any possible change or influence it might exert. Dark magic is best dealt with warily (Spot 26, Sense Motive 19). "Sensible precautions, my friend. The Catacombs is the best place for that thing. They will be able to remove the dark magics or destroy it."
To Abram he says "Two days travel you say? Then let's get moving. Whether or not it was our employer that contacted you, we'll find out nothing further standing here."
And pausing only to hunt for the arrow that skipped off the creature's force shield, Renik prepares to set off.
Another arrival - Dm Ian Friday July 11th, 2003 5:55:11 PM
Activating his paladin's senses, Tratain determines that the buckler itself is not evil, but whatever aura or enchantment on it surely is. He wraps the buckler up in his blanket, and places it in his Haversack.
Returning to the party, Tratain hands weapons over to Abram, who accepts them with an almost uncaring shrug. However, he tries to refuse the holy symbol offer.
"I had one such once... I'm not worthy of carrying such a thing now."
He straightens, and unties his horse as Renik returns with the broken remains if the arrow bounced out into the nearby trees during the fight.
"This road will take us about halfway. Shall we set off?"
Even as this is said, the sound of a pair of hooves coming up the road towards the Hamlet begins to be audible. The animal is apparently moving at a light trot, and quite soon is visible around the bend north of the party, some two hundred feet away.
Inimicus (Pegasus) Friday July 11th, 2003 6:26:23 PM
As the hooved beats across the ground foreshadowed, the magnificent visage of a pure white steed is soon seen. Towering above normal horses, it's billowing soft feathered wings give away it's identity as a Pegasus. It draws ever closer at a brisk trot, it's brilliant white feathery mane bouncing along as it does. Strangely this Pegasus seemed to have sustained some sort of injury. A old wide scar was slashed in place of it's left eye, now healed.
Now a figure is easily seen upon the broad creature, a male of seemingly average size. A fine shirt of chain covers his torso and a large shield clangs slightly, slung over the horn of the exoticly made saddle. The man has light brown hair, green eyes, and a wide, natural smile. A soft grey wool cloak embroidered with flower and vine symbols flows out from behind his shoulders as the Mount carries him down the road, and the intricate holy symbol of Flower, the White Dove, just spread for flight.
Zham Friday July 11th, 2003 6:30:10 PM
"Ho there! Glad I caught up with you!", calls the rider, across the intervening distance. He flicks his reins gently, and his mount comes to a stop about a hundred feet away.
"May I approach in peace, and speak with you?"
Renik Saturday July 12th, 2003 4:06:54 AM
The rogue's eyes open wide in surprise at the sight of such a magnificent beast.
"Approach, by all means sir. I would love to hear the tale of how you aquired such an amazing steed. If you come in peace you have nothing to fear from us." he calls. Though he is keen to set off this stranger and his winged steed have piqued his curiosity.
As the man approaches he whispers to Feng "Do you feel any indication that this fellow is anything other than he appears?" Renik's weapons are sheathed, and his body language is welcoming, but nonetheless after recent events he remains on guard against trickery.
Tratain d20+4=16 Sunday July 13th, 2003 2:11:54 PM
Tratain is unwilling to give up on Abrams so easily and walks over to the man to continue the conversation glancing at the new arival quickly, he decides he is probably not dangerous so he says to Abrams "What happened to wound you so? I believe you are wrong, you are worthy to carry this symbol, or can be again if you are not afraid. I will not insist that you wear it immedietly or that I can help ease what haunts you today, or even tommorw or a month from now. Just once in a while wear it and reflect upon who you were, what would you have said to someone in your current situation while you were a Paladin? Never try to forget what happened, but you must accept that it was done and move onwards, become stronger so it will not happen again. You will never again be the man you were, become better. And quite being so darn stubborn, its not necessarily a bad thing most of the time to be stubborn, it helps those like us refuse to yield to evil, to fight on when it looks hopeless so that our comrades may live, to help those who are in need that don't think they are worth saving." Tratain looks directly at Abrams while saying the last point and continues "The only one who thinks that you aren't worth helping here is you, and only because you are being stubborn." Tratain offers his holy symbol again and tries to judge Abrams reactions to his words(Sense Motive 16) to determine if his words are having any effect or if other tactics may be in order.
Inimicus (Pegasus) Sunday July 13th, 2003 3:07:10 PM
At the rogue's acceptance for a meeting, the large feathered equine is urged forward, clicking it's hooves lightly upon the ground as the beast and the man atop draw closer to the group. Close up, the pair produce a rather impressive image. Measuring 18 hands at the shoulder, the Pegasus props the apparent follower of Flower a good distance. Eventually the mount draws in so that the man atop can more efficiently greet and speak with the party.
Draax Sunday July 13th, 2003 6:08:53 PM
Draax points his bow towards the sound of the hooves and aims at the rider of the magnificent creature. Although he is in awe at the sight of such a creature, he does not lower his bow until Renik gives the stranger permission to approach. He keeps the bow ready in case the stranger is not what he appears to be. Draax thinks to himself that too many things are not what the appear to be for him to let his guard down until he knows for sure.
Draax moves a little away from his comrades to get a clear shot and to keep from being surprised by a area of effect spell. He lets Renik do the talking and wait for Feng's assurance that the newcomer is not evil before he extends a greeting.
Feng Sunday July 13th, 2003 10:35:16 PM
Feng doesn't believe the man to be evil, but checks anyway. Feng is a little suprised to see the Pegasus stands slightly taller than Feng's own war horse (17 hands).
"What can we do for you stranger?"
Rond Monday July 14th, 2003 6:58:38 AM
Hearing the approach of the horse Rond whips out his bow.
Upon first sight of the Pegasus Rond unconsciously lowers his bow as he gets his first sight of the animal. Once he realizes his bow is down he'll look at a Renik for a second and then sheepishly lower his bow. Hearing Renik's encouragement to the stranger Rond feels better about his decision. He's not sure if he could fire his bow on this animal even if he were endangered.
As the Pegasus and the stranger approach, Rond looks over the impressive creature. Hoping not to disturb the talk or the creature. Rond does a slow discreet circle around the two in order to get a look at the Pegasus.
Setanos Monday July 14th, 2003 7:21:01 AM
"Well, if your goal is to slay foul demons and see mythic beasts, seems this is the party to be with, to be sure."
Setanos waits with his axe lowered in his hands to see what develops between this amazing pair and the party.
A ring, and a proposal -- DM Ian Monday July 14th, 2003 6:12:26 PM
Abram steps aside with Tratain, lowering his head and speaking somewhat quietly. "I recognize this man from Marcus' organization."
He then looks up at Tratain for a moment, and then replying. "I do not wish to insult you. I remember what it was like to live within the grace of Courage, have it fill your every impulse of confidence and view of the world. I... will think on your words, but my heart is still yet too filled with memory to face atonement for my... "
With that he trails off, and nods to Tratain. He then collects his horse, and tucks his weaponry back into his belt. Tratain gets the impression that Abram is being completely honest, and perhaps lacks the courage to overcome his memories.
Feng finds neither newcomer to be evil.
Then, the newcomer speaks again.
Zahm Monday July 14th, 2003 6:23:37 PM
"Well met, well met", says the man, sliding gently down from the back of the pegasus. "My name is Zahm, and this, I believe, is for you."
With that, he produces a ring from his belt pouch, and presents it to Rond. Upon quick examination, it is indeed what you would expect from one of Marcus' organization.
"I know of most of you, but I would ask each of your names to confirm, before asking to join you on the road."
Arien Monday July 14th, 2003 7:41:05 PM
Arien eyes the newcomer a moment before answering him. "I am Arien Silverbow, those that you don't know have joined us recently and you have my assurances that they are most trustworthy." Arien leans back on the flying carpet and regards the man.
Tratain Monday July 14th, 2003 10:06:50 PM
Tratain says to Abrams "Good, I will leave you be for now with your thoughts, this is a good start, your healing will not be easy, nor will it be quick. We will speak again when you are ready, if I am able to help in any way, please ask."
At that, Tratain lets Abrams be with his thoughts and approaches the Rider. He greets the man and says "My name is Tratain, just recently I have started traveling with the brave fellows, and your name, sir is?"
Feng Monday July 14th, 2003 11:19:26 PM
The ring means little to Feng. It is true that he met the others in a similar circumstance but he felt that he proved his intentions with action.
"Well Zahm what can we do for you? Surely you didn't travel all this way just to join us on the road."
Inimicus (Elf) Monday July 14th, 2003 11:30:41 PM
A few moments after the rider removes himself from the mount, the Pegasus lets loose a slight whinny. At first it might appear that the animal itself was shrinking, like some sort of strange optical illusion. After a second or two one could easily watch the transformation slowly taking place, in fact, a voice is almost heard, slightly skewed into that as if coming from an equine, "Actually...we...did..." comes the voice toward Feng. Bones popped and readjusted themselves into place as the Pegasus leaned back onto two legs, it's forward hooves turning slowly into nimble fingers. The long feathery mane turned into a long braid of straight blonde hair. The white coat of fur dissapated and only fair unblemished skin showed through.
Once the transformation is complete a fine looking Elven man is seen where the exquisit Pegasus once was. A belt full of pouches holds up some finely made black pants, and a pair of study traveling boots cover his feet. He also wears a white shirt and grey vest, and a pair of dark colored soft gloves. Several pieces of jewelry adorn his fingers, and a pair of silver bracers cover most of his thin forearms. A tightly woven cloak flows behind him. Most would never even attempt to guess that this man and the Pegasus were once one, but one thing remains the same. A black eyepatch covers his left eye, and the slight slashing scar pokes out from under the covering...the exact same eye that the Pegasus had damaged.
The Elf cracked his neck from side to side and took a deep breath, raising his gloved hands up slightly in triumph, "I live again! Ahahhahah, ahhahah!! Ahhah...hack hack...*cough cough cough*" he bent over slightly attempting to catch his breath inbetween his great coughing fit. The Elf put a hand up as if to say 'just give me one moment' and finally regains his breath, standing up straight, "Ahem...sorry about that. I seem to have some violent allergy to the feathers, ugh. Blasted back is killing me too...I must also apologize for the trickery, but we had to be certain, it's not often my divinations get...er...divinationed on...if you can understand that, and as you well know by now, not everything is as it appears. Reguardless I had reason to feel somewhat paranoid, espeically after what I had just seen. I must say, congradulations on your victory over that foe by the way."
As the Elf moved forward slightly, a keen eye could catch the visage of a fine glass dagger tucked into his belt. A rare item indeed, it could be known that only one type of society had need for glass daggers. Having finally stopped next to the Rider, he pats Zahm on the shoulder lightly, "As he stated, this is my good friend Zham, and I am Inimicus. We have the same employer, though our jobs are quite different. I realize that you're all on the move, if you'd like, I can tell you my story while we travel. It should be quite the interesting tale to tell, and I think it will explain quite well exactly why we do in fact wish to join you."
Draax Tuesday July 15th, 2003 12:05:18 AM
Draax shakes his head as he witnesses the transformation. "This has been a strange day." The half-elf cracks a small smile and says, "Andraaxius, but my friends call me Draax."
Rond Tuesday July 15th, 2003 6:50:58 AM
Having examined the ring and not found any problems. Rond hands the ring over to Renik. "I am Rond and you are welcome here."
As the transformation occurs Rond's jaw drops. Once it is known that there is an elf under those strange wings, Rond lightly mutters to himself about not being able to see a true Pegasus.
Speaking to Iminicus, "We understand completely what can happen with doubt. It is the nature of who and what we work for and with."
Setanos d20+11=19 Tuesday July 15th, 2003 7:44:42 AM
"Zham, I'm Setanos, Setanos DeBaku. Well met!" With that he extends a hand to Zham.
Setanos's eyes go wide as he watches the transformation, pondering its source.
To Inimicus he says "As you may have heard, I'm Setanos." He extends a hand to Inimicus as well. "Fine bit of magic there mate, most impresive. I'd no mind a good story as we travel."
OOC: Spell craft check, to tell anything I can about the shifting of the Elf.
Renik Tuesday July 15th, 2003 5:03:48 PM
The rogue watches Zahm approach, but his eyes are continually drawn back to the magnificent beast behind him. He had heard about pegasi of course, but to actually see one in the flesh...
He breaks out of his reverie as Zahm introduces himself. "Dacour. Renik Dacour." nods the dapper rogue, extending his hand with a small smile. He examines the ring handed him by Rond, and finding nothing wrong hands it back to its owner. "Well met sir. We were..."
He stops dead as the pegasus begins to twist, morph and transform before his eyes. His first reaction is to suspect a trap, and his hands flash to the twin blades scabbarded on his back. His warning cry to his comrades dies on his lips, however, as the laughing, hacking Inimicus stands revealed.
He looks askance at Feng as this elven enigma introduces himself, but feels compelled to trust his own instincts. This Inimicus looks like he might be a lot of fun to have along, with tricks like that up his sleeve... He supresses a grin and says;
"Renik Dacour. A pleasure to meet you Inimicus. As I was about to tell your friend here, we were ready to move out, so if you wish to fill us in as we travel that would be ideal. So, that was your scrying portal. Well, that's a relief. We were concerned whoever sent that... thing was keeping an eye on their handiwork. I don't suppose either of you know why that thing was sent do you?"
His eyes flick over to the taciturn Abram, and he cannot help but feel there is something the fallen hero is keeping from them.
"Anyway, you were going to explain how you came to be here, and seeking our company. Please, go ahead."
Inimicus (Elf) Tuesday July 15th, 2003 6:04:07 PM
Inimicus shakes hands in greeting and nods as Renik speaks of being ready to head out. He turns his head to look at Zham and says, "Heh, is it my turn to ride you yet? No? Geeze, it's like my life revolves around drawing the short straw (as in hay straw). If I'm gonna stay in the conversation while we're traveling, you may be the first male ever to ride a Unicorn, Zham. Just let my back get stretched out a bit." Inimicus adds with a crack of his back.
Looking over the rest of the party, he feels its time to get on with his story, "Some of this story may come as bad news, and some of good news. As I said before, we have the same employer. I joined on sometime ago for my Divination abilities, and Zham joined me sometime after. I specialize in watching and listening to activities and conversations, making sure everything goes as planned for those like us...but lately something went wrong. As I looked upon others with my magic, someone or something was in fact, looking at me. Needless to say, as I said before, my Divinations were being Dinvinated upon. I could feel the presence of evil and this distressed me, for now my place of work and those that worked with me were in danger. So I had to pack up shop and get out as quickly as possible. Lately though, I managed to get one last Divination out, this time I added a new component to attempt to magnify it's power. What I saw, I saw through the eyes of another creature, a creature of great evil and hatred I would imagine, and I saw you all. I was not alone though, there was...another presense...another struggling with myself for domination of the visions, eventually it won and I lost my view, so we came this way as quickly as possible...get me so far?" he asks toward his new traveling companions.
A day of talking and travel - Dm Ian d20+4=22 d20+6=10 d20+3=11 d20+3=20 d20+5=7 Tuesday July 15th, 2003 6:05:05 PM
Thus met, your conversation continues as the group passes down the well-maintained road leading out of the Hamlet, and towards the nearby coast. The travel is easy, and no one else is seen on the road.
Thinking about the transformation, Setanos isn't sure whether it is a spell or innate ability, and narrows it down to either a polymorph or shapechange effect. An illusion is perhaps less likely due to the one riding the other.
Abram rides quietly through the day, not answering with much more than a few words when prompted. From time to time Tratain finds Abram looking at the holy symbol, but he looks away quickly each time Tratain notices.
As the party finishes their conversation and travel for the day, and finds a defensible camp for the evening, Renik and Tratain see a scrying sensor wink into existance thirty or so feet above the camp. Then, as suddenly as it came, it flickers out of existence.
(If the party chooses to camp, please post an order of watch for the night. Otherwise, if the group could discuss a standard order via email and let me know, that would be great.)
Tratain d4+1=2 d4+1=3 Tuesday July 15th, 2003 8:39:43 PM
Tratain is pleased that Abrams seems to be at least thinking upon his words. Upon seeing the scrying sensor he says "We are being watched, there was a scrying sensor above our camp a moment ago. Should we keep moving? or shall we rest here anyway, it seems our unseen enemy is able to locate us anywhere we go." He says to Zahm and Inimicus, "Do you have any idea what or who our enemy is using as the focus of thier Divination spells, tomorrow I can shield up to three people or objects from divination spells if needed, but there are far to many of us for me to shield us all."
When Renik makes the decision to finally camp he tells him, "I would like to sleep first, I require very little rest only about 2 hours, after i get some sleep I will stand watch for the rest of the night with whomever else you designate."
Tratain sleeps with his sword drawn and keeps it at hand for the rest of the night and wears the goggles of night given to him by Bill. Also after getting his rest he will cast Bull's Strength and Endurence upon himself incase they should be attacked this night.
Str now 18, Con now 17
Draax Tuesday July 15th, 2003 11:25:27 PM
Draax says, "I say we might as well camp here since this unknown observer seems to be able to locate us. The camp is defensible and we know that he knows where we are. If he does decide to test us I like the idea of choosing our battle field. I volunteer for first watch also, if needed. Can anyone put a ward around our campsite?"
Draax feeds his horse and then brushes him down as he listens to the others.
Inimicus (Elf) d20=4 Wednesday July 16th, 2003 4:13:17 AM
Inimicus gets a distasteful look upon his face when Tratain mentions that a scry sensor had been watching them, "Damned thing. Ain't that something annoying. One day we'll find out who's behind that, and I'll whack them in the head with my blasted cauldron!" With a sigh Inimicus looks about the camp and decides that it is as good a place as any to rest for the night. He doesn't bother getting out a bedroll or the like, since he already knows how he'll be sleeping for tonight.
"Unfortunately I haven't a clue as of yet who is the becon for the scrying attempts, nor do I have any magic to serve as an alarm. I'm afraid my magic is very focused, but potent in it's field. I specialize in creating disarray among the enemy. Confusion, domination, the ability to bluff, these are my strengths...of course along with this ever changing form. I'll require a full nights rest myself. If there's nothing else, goodnight to you folk, it's going to be good getting a nights rest after the long ride." the Elven man says as he attempts to pick out his place to sleep for the night.
Stopping in place once the party finally decides to sleep for the night, Inimicus puts his hands in the air as if conducting a musical band, "And a one, and a two..." he says, trailing off as his skin begins to take on a dark brown tint. His arms elongate into gnarled, root-like appendages, and his body widens considerably, turning into a giant heap of vegetation. After a moment he is total transformed into the carnivorous Shambling Mound. Blending into the rest of the foliage (Hide roll 4 plus a possible 12 if it's a forested area, which I'm assuming it is), he simply plops down and goes to sleep.
Renik d20+25=39 Wednesday July 16th, 2003 4:36:00 AM
Renik listens to Inimicus' tale with interest. It seems they have attracted a powerful adversary. "This is indeed a mystery. Who could this enemy be? And is it he who competes with a divination, or another still? We need to locate our employer... or perhaps we are only bringing danger to him." He ponders this problem in silence.
When they reach the campsite he rogue looks over the area and decides it is as good a site as any. And Rond and Tratain are correct; whoever this invisible enemy may be, be seems capable of tracking their every movement. And at least here they can set up defences and plan for an attack. He spends some time locating the best positions for lookouts to hide.
"OK, let's camp here. Let's take three shifts on watch, three on lookout at any one time, seeing as the risk of an attack is pretty high.
Watch 1: Draax, Setanos and myself. Watch 2: Tratain, Feng and Rond. Watch 3: Tratain, Zahm and Abram.
That should allow the majority of the spellcasters plenty of time to recuperate.
Spellcasters, if you have any spells to hide us, ward or protect us, assist the lookouts or provide early warning of attack, by all means cast them. Perhaps you could create an illusion of a false set of sleepers around the campfire that might help, then we can hide the rest of you. Anyway, you're the magicians; surprise me! (Inimicus immediately succeeds in this regard, turning into a huge mound of vegetation).
Lookouts, we need to keep ourselves hidden, and stay alert. Remember, a foe might very well teleport into the center of camp, our approach invisible. Keep your eyes and ears peeled. And watch out for that scrying portal; it could signal an imminent attack.
The rogue tries to locate high ground (a tree if possible) for his watch, and hides himself expertly (Hide 39). Then, throughout his watch he scans the surrounding area carefully, listening for any telltale sounds of trouble approaching (Spot checks at +10, Listen checks at +10).
OOC: Carl Wednesday July 16th, 2003 4:47:49 AM
Sam (my wife) just went labour, so if I haven't posted before the next DM post after next could you post for Renik Ian? Or assign someone to do it? Thanks!
[OOC: I'd be happy to. Congratulations, and I hope everything goes well! -Ian)
Rond d20+9=26 d20+19=34 Wednesday July 16th, 2003 6:16:38 AM
Rond suggests to his fellow watchers, " Does someone want to be the obvious decoy at the fire?" Hoping someone will volunteer, Rond moves off to hide in the trees. (hide=26) Should anything happen Rond will move to intercept. (ms=34)
Setanos (AC 22, HP 72) d4+1=5 d4+1=5 d20+7=22 d20+7=14 Wednesday July 16th, 2003 7:56:35 AM
Wary after being told of the scrying device, he keeps his eyes on the sky, watching for other such objects.
Before his watch he will cast a few spells himself. He casts Mage Armor and and Bulls Strength, both extended. He also casts Cats Grace. Lastly he casts Vampiric Touch, into his axe.
Turning to the party, he says: "On the morn, I'll be refreshing my mind for casting. I know spells to make ya stronger, nimbler and hardier, an I can give you a bit of magic armor if you have none, and enhance your weapon magically a bit. Does anyone have any particular requests?"
After that, he will settle into the first watch, scanning the sky (spot 22) and listening for any odd sounds (listen 14).
{Str 21 for 12 hours, Dex 19 for 6 hours, Mage armor for 12 hours}
Arien Wednesday July 16th, 2003 5:45:49 PM
"Actually I have a spell that might help. Draax if I might see your arrows?" Assuming Draax brings them over Arien counts out fifty of them, starting with the magical and casts greater magic weapon on them.
(The arrow bonuses are now +3 for 9 hours)
Stalking the Night Fantastic - DM Ian d20+9=12 d20+9=21 Wednesday July 16th, 2003 6:37:22 PM
Throughout the night, each of you awakens, sure you are being watched, the sensation uncomfortable and hot on your skin. However, the guards hear nothing, and morning comes early and bright.
As camp is being broken down, and preparations made to travel again, Rond is the first to discover tracks at a discrete distance around the camp.
Zahm is nothing but pleasant and smiling in the morning, waking a little early to cook a breakfast of eggs, bacon, and thin, flat biscuits with honey for the group.
Two human-sized, lightly loaded individuals circled the camp several times each, about fifty or sixty feet out. They crouched at several points behind a few bushes, and at one point set up a line of arrows each behind a tree. The line of five distinctive holes left by broadhead shafts in each location tell of an ambush prepared, and abandoned for some reason.
As the group strikes out, Abram speaks again.
"Today we depart from the road and head out to the coast. If we push a little to sunset, we should arrive at the village, where 'M' should await our arrival."
Feng Wednesday July 16th, 2003 10:54:29 PM
As things get revealed, Feng finds himself liking things less and less. Three strangers have joined the journey. There is a good chance that they are friends but keeping information from them isn't a nice things to do. Especially since whatever is going on has their lives in danger.
Draax Wednesday July 16th, 2003 10:58:01 PM
"Thanks for the arrows Arien. I am glad that I did not have to use them."
Draax is very disturbed about the tracks that were found and the abandoned ambush that was obviously meant for the group. "I was beginning to accept the extra eyes that we have following our every move, but I cannot say that I feel comfortable being spied on and threaten by physical threats. I know that we need to get to M, but I would love to attempt to track our voyeurs down and find out why they decided not to carry out their ambush."
Draax lets his frustration show openly on his face as he eat his breakfast and readies his horse for the journey.
[OOC: Congratz Carl, good luck with your new addition.]
Tratain Thursday July 17th, 2003 12:11:06 AM
In the mourning Tratain prays for his spells back and cuts enough of his silk rope to hold the Symbol of Domi given to him by Bill around his neck to act as his new holy symbol.
Tratain Nods to Abrams, and says to the group "Perhapse we should hurry to the town, I think it is less likely that we will be attacked there. We should be weary though, our enemies thought better of attacking us last night, but i think it likely that they wait in ambush somewhere between here and our destination, we should keep a sharp eye out."
Inimicus (Elf) Thursday July 17th, 2003 12:44:40 AM
As the morning comes the wide bed of vegetation that is Inimicus rustles slightly from it's spot. Hobbling slightly from the tell-tale effects of morning drowsyness, the Shambling Mound soon begins to crack and morph, the vines and roots retreating back into the girth of it's torso. Even the torso itself goes back to the slim waistline of an Elf. Within a few seconds, Inimicus is back to his Elven form.
He seems happy to see that Zahm has whipped up a delightly breakfast and eagerly partakes. When told the news of an ambush now passed, his delight seems to be smitten slightly, "An ambush come and gone...now that's strange. I'm starting to wonder, perhaps we should put on a 'show' for our watchers. It might be the only way to draw them out...I haven't a clue. Perhaps I could take the form of something vicious and formadable and 'pretend' to do battle with the group. After a bit the group finally 'slays' me and, battered and winded, takes a moment to rest...maybe that would draw our followers to attack."
Inimicus considers his own plan and shakes his head slowly, "Gah, I haven't a clue what I'm talking about. The only thing I can offer for the moment is a Divination if you wish. I can attempt to gain some information about what is going on here, but it would unfortuantely eat away at one of my more powerful spells. I suppose getting to the town is our best bet at the moment, although I would like to think of a way to use the fact that we know we're being watched to our advantage..."
Setanos [Mage Armor] Thursday July 17th, 2003 10:40:19 AM
Stretching his body to wake it, Setanos rumbles over to enjoy the fine breakfast, marking it as a fine start to a day.
After eating his breakfast and cleaning things up a bit, he goes through his morning routine, performing various exercises over the course of a half hour.
He then settles down with his spell book and memorizes his spells for the day, making a few changes to his normal list. Since no one made any requests, he prepares as best he can for what might occur.
At Tratains suggestion of heading to town, he nods in agreement. "Thats a good a plan as any. I think you got a point, we might be ambushed along the way. We should be ready for that if it comes."
By way of preparing, Setanos casts a spell he has recently memorized, an extended Mage Armor spell.
{AC 20 for next 12 hours}
(OOC: I was recently looking for a ruling that allowed double extended spells myself, and the other Woldian DMs found specific book entries that disallow it. Sorry.-Ian)
Rond Thursday July 17th, 2003 10:48:52 AM
"We haven't been in contact for awhile, maybe it is something that we don't know about. Of course maybe we're tangling with the Sons of Dread again."
Arien Thursday July 17th, 2003 2:18:03 PM
After memorizing spells Arien breaks his fast. Afterwards he casts an extended mage armor on himself. When Draax thanks Arien, Arien says, "No problem, and actually I've got another spell to put on those, same one actually, this time it'll just last twice as long."
((Extended Greater Magic Weapon on 50 of Draax's arrows, lasts 18 hours and they are now +3))
Renik - posted by DM Ian as requested Thursday July 17th, 2003 5:54:59 PM
Renik listens to each of the other party members in turn over breakfast, and examines the tracks found afterwards.
He seems to consider Setanos' offer of a divination, but his attention is captured when Rond suggests the group might be facing the Sons, again.
"Any reason why you might say that, Rond?"
Home by the sea - DM Ian Thursday July 17th, 2003 6:19:32 PM
The group makes good time through the day, across the sparse woods that lay between the road and the coast. You emerge onto the last rising hill before the sea last in the afternoon, and find the sea breaktaking, all silver and gold.
Abram stops for a few minutes at this point, and just watches out to sea. He mumbles something about being willing to catch up if the party wishes to continue, but otherwise sits captivated for a few minutes, gazing out to the horizon.
When the group gets going again, the travel down the coast goes fairly quickly, and perhaps an hour before dark you come into sight of an indentation in the Bay.
Directly ahead, perhaps a thousand feet, is a series of huts built of piled sandstone on the beach, in a loose cluster that extends right down in the wave, some buildings partially submerged, and some only briefly revealed from time to time by the lapping surf. On the far side of the huts is a small corral filled with animals, and on the near side, eight foot high, slightly angled pine racks laden with drying fish.
Even at this range, you can see fair skinned humanoids moving about the village, wearing colorful blues, lush greens, pure whites and deep greys.
Across the indentation of land, at least two hours walk, is a stone promontory that juts out into the water a considerable distance. It is placed almost with perfect deliberation to relegate the winds that would otherwise rake this cove off of the Bay.
Abram shakes himself out of his funk at the sight of the village, and announces in his inflectionless voice, "Our destination, a sea elven village."
Zahm chuckles, and rubs his hands in response.
"Aahhh... elven cooking! Might just get to learn something tonight!"
Draax Thursday July 17th, 2003 10:49:29 PM
At the mention of the SoD Draax turns to Rond, "I hope not. I can take someone trying to take over the wold, but those fools want to blow it up. We have not heard from them in a while and their hatred for us was pretty strong. So you might be right, I would not be surprised if they poked their heads out of their rats holes again."
Again Draax thanks Arien for the arrows, "The trick with the arrows is great and I had no idea the enchantment could last that long."
When Abram states their destination Draax makes a mental note to not start staring like a tourist. He tries to hide his excitement of seeing the sea elf's village.
Tratain Thursday July 17th, 2003 11:12:47 PM
Tratain says to Abrams trying to draw the man into the camaradrie of the group, "This is very impressive, I have never seen anything like this before. Is this your first visit here? or have you been here before? The sea is captivating, though i have never been one for sailing."
To the group he says "We are almost at our destination, I suggest until we are actually there we be on guard, this is the last chance our enemy will have to attack unless he wishes to fight a village of sea elves with us."
OOC: Are the Son's of Dread Commonly known? If not I would ask about them as well as i know nothing about them
(OOC: Feel free to ask. The Wold is a big place, and some review for the other new players won't hurt, either. - Ian)
Inimicus (Elf) Friday July 18th, 2003 3:07:46 AM
"I suppose this means we made it..." says Inimicus as he gazes out toward the establishment of the Sea Elves. It felt good to be there, it almost felt...safe. Perhaps there he could put some of his paranoia to rest, at least for a small amount of time.
Inimicus chortles lightly at his companions eagerness to partake in the culinary arts of the Sea Elves, "Maybe, just maybe. A facinating place to say the least, I'd best keep my eyes open for any rare baubles that I can use in my craft. My own ingrediants are wavering, I need to restock to be prepared for what may lie ahead for us."
Rond Friday July 18th, 2003 4:29:45 AM
Responding to Renik, "They seem to be a group of wizards that continually muddle in things that they shouldn't. That's how this group originally came togehter was because they were tinkering around in graves around the Hamlett, and we were called into investigate. That's why I thought of them was because we encountered them in this area. They were also involved with Marteaus somehow, but my memories are somewhat clouded on that. I know that what they did was not good."
Having lost the designation of leader, Rond is happy to do scouting ahead for the group and watching for any tracks of the group of footprints.
Hearing the comments about sea elves, Rond hopes that it wasn't anyone from this village that might have spotted the group already.
Setanos {Mage Armor} Friday July 18th, 2003 10:15:52 AM
"Ahh..I've not seen a sea elven village before, should be interesting. Although they are a bit thin, some how I dont think the food will be the hearty fare I'm used too."
With a grin on his face, Setanos continues along with the group, whistling an old walking tune.
Arien (Extended Mage Armor) Friday July 18th, 2003 5:20:11 PM
"Although I've had little dealings with my sea dwelling cousins I can imagine what their cuisine is quite different than what most are used to. Anyway lets head down there and find our old friend."
Renik - DM Ian posting as a substitute Friday July 18th, 2003 7:08:18 PM
Renik calls for the group to wait for just a moment while Rond scouts. "Never hurts to be a little safer, especially considering current events", he says.
Caution, and a warm welcome - DM Ian d20+8=17 Friday July 18th, 2003 7:16:59 PM
Rond slips over the hillside quietly, moving from cover to cover, crouching behind the sparse pieces of vegetation that have withstood the battering of the sea and wind.
There are a single set of human sized tracks leading away from the village on the far side, that lead out towards the surf perhaps five hundred feet away from the last hut. Rond can't quite get close enough to examine them for age without being seen.
The village itself appears to hold about forty sea elves going about the daily tasks one would expect. Some are drying fish, some are pressing various things into oil, a few tend to some chickens and turtles in the animal pens, and several adults sit singing with children. It appears to be the very image of domestic tranquility.
After reporting his findings, the group makes their way down the hill towards the village, and almost immediately a happy shout goes up from the elves working the fish drying racks facing you.
"The guests have come! Call for Usshas and ready the feast!"
As the group approaches, several of the elves are beginning to light fires, and two move into the waves gracefully.
At this point, the group is about two hundred feet from the near edge of the village. There are no visible threats.
Feng Sunday July 20th, 2003 12:42:50 AM
Seated upon his horse, Feng is a little nervous about a village full of sea elves. Generally elves don't like his orc half. Unfortunately that leaves his human half in the same boat. Still he was glad their time on the road was at an end, even if it was only for a little while.
Feng OOC Sunday July 20th, 2003 12:43:34 AM
Sorry about my absence. I got a little distracted with Knights of the Old Republic.
Draax Sunday July 20th, 2003 4:27:27 PM
Draax gets a nervous feeling in his stomach as he hears the joyous shout. From his experiences, there are only two types of strangers that are happy to see you, those that are grateful for something that you have done for them and those that are grateful for something that they expect you to do for them. Draax hopes it is the former, but he suspects the latter.
Draax berates himself for always having a suspicious nature. He tells himself that they were just waiting for us to arrive before they start eating. The happiness is probably because now they can eat since we have arrived. Draax smiles at his overactive imagination, but also notes that the uneasy feeling has not left him.
He keeps his eyes roaming for any visible threats and keeps his bow sitting across his saddle just to be on the safe side.
Renik Sunday July 20th, 2003 4:51:37 PM
"Well they seem pleased to see us" grins the rogue as a feast is called in their honour. "Anyone see M?"
He moves towards the villagers, his hand raised in greeting.
Tratain d20+7=27 Sunday July 20th, 2003 10:14:50 PM
Tratain relaxes a bit since they are so close to the village, glad to be somewhat safe and wanting to meet this Marcus person his comrades have been talking about. Tratain remains alert though looking for a scrying sensor or anything else out of the ordinary. Spot 27
Rond Monday July 21st, 2003 4:56:20 AM
Rond notes the exuberance in which the sea elves greet the group. He wonders whether that might be Marcus's doing or not. He's not been a very happy individual as of late, so this happy village thing seems to be a bit out of context for him.
Furthering his musing Rond again wonders whether maybe the ambush was actaully a support group from Marcus. Whether it was some of the elves come to watch over the group. Rond tells himself that he'll have to check with Marcus and see whether he did that or not.
Setanos {extended Mage Armor} Monday July 21st, 2003 9:11:49 AM
The shouts of joy are a welcome sound in Setanos's ear. He returns the shout with a bellowful hello of his own, and then turns to his companions with a grin.
"Well a feast sounds about great right now eh?"
A warm welcome - DM Ian Monday July 21st, 2003 5:23:23 PM
As the elves move about in preparation of a feast, the waves part to reveal a middle aged sea elf walking towards the shore. He is thin, a little over five and a half feet tall, and wears a soft blue mages robe made out of some kind of oiled silk. He seems well off, however, as the webbing on his left hand is pierced with a series of tiny gold rings, and his belt bears a graceful crystal wand in a sealskin wand sheath.
When he sees the party gathering on the edge of the village, he smiles widely, and alters his course to move towards you.
"My name is Usshas. Please, come in and be welcome. I was asked by my friend Marcus to offer you hospitality here tonight, but certainly no such request would have been required! We have great respect for the defenders of the Sentinel!"
At this, the elves all stop, and come over to congratulate and thank the various members of the group.
"Its perhaps an hour to sunset, I think, so please feel free to make yourselves at home. The food will be ready soon, and a few surface huts have been prepared for your use tonight."
In a lower tone, he steps forward and says, "Marcus went to perform a reconnaisance of the wreck site this morning, and said he would be back tomorrow morning by boat. Would you accept our hospitality until then?"
Even before you can answer, a little elven child runs over to Rond, and looks up with a bright smile.
"Can we have stories? Pleeeaaase?"
The child's mother catches up about this point, and corrals the child, smiling at Rond apologetically.
Tratain Monday July 21st, 2003 7:04:28 PM
Tratain says to the others "It looks like we will be spending the night here, while we are somewhat safe would either Setanos or Arien like to take a look at the shield we recovered off of the Devil, we should check and see if it is magical."
If Setanos or Arien wants to Identify the Buckler Tratain takes it out of his Haversack and hands it to them, still wrapped in the Blanket if the Evil magical Aura is not yet gone from it.
Inimicus (Elf) Monday July 21st, 2003 8:25:51 PM
Inimicus smiles the whole time, greeting most of the villagers as they meet. As soon as Tratain speaks of the buckler Inimicus bolts over toward him and gets real close, drumming his fingers together with a wide grin on his face, "Did you say...a shield gotten from the hands of a Devil? Veeeeeeery interesting. I would imagine it may be teeming with evil...of course that's just what I would assume. You see along with the divinations I provided I also specialized in dealing with such objects. It might be to the advantage of the group if you allow me to examine it, I may be able to turn it onto our side. My...arts cater to such things." says Inimicus confidently, eyes narrowed in interest.
Draax Tuesday July 22nd, 2003 12:51:52 AM
Draax relaxes completely when Usshas says Marcus' name and a big smile comes to his face when the Sentinel is mentioned. Draax makes a vow to himself to let his guard down and enjoy himself this evening.
He laughs as the child pleads to Rond for a story. He lets one of the others accept the elf's hospitality and lets himself be led to the feast.
Feng Tuesday July 22nd, 2003 2:12:09 AM
The Half-Orc is uncomfortable with the social mobing but hides it as well as he can. He tries to hide in the back but his large size and gleaming armor make it hard to hide. Still Feng wonders why these people are so happy to see them.
Renik d20+2=22 Tuesday July 22nd, 2003 4:11:52 AM
Though unassociated with the group at the time of the Sentinel's Head adventure, Renik has heard all about it. He smiles and laughs as the elves make them welcome, reflecting upon just how attractive elven maidens can be.
He bows to Usshas. "You honour us with your welcome, sir. It would be churlish indeed to refuse such hospitality."
"Inimicus, if you feel you can be of assistance with the buckler then by all means make the attempt. But be careful! That thing had an air of evil about it that struck me as dangerous."
Renik will keep a close eye on Inimicus if he does make the attempt, watching out for any percieved change in the elf's demenour as he deals with the object (Sense Motive 22).
Rond Tuesday July 22nd, 2003 6:34:24 AM
Rond's eyes light up as the child asks about stories. As the child's mother quickly moves to intercept her, so changes Rond's mood a little bit. Bill would have been the one to tell the stories. Looking down at the mother and child Rond softly says, "Maybe in a little while".
Responding to Usshas comments, "I can sleep outside if you need me to. I realize that your huts may not work very well for someone like me." Rond smiles as the finishes his statement.
Setanos {extended Mage Armor} Tuesday July 22nd, 2003 7:30:15 AM
Seeing the group relax at the elves words, Setanos too relaxes. He stores his shield in his pack, though he keeps his axe handy in case of trouble.
At the mention of the shield, Setanos walks over to Tratain and Inimicus. "I've no spells or skill along those lines, but while Inimicus studies the shield, I'll keep an eye on him, just to be safe."
Arien (Extended Mage Armor) Tuesday July 22nd, 2003 5:01:30 PM
Seeing Feng's discomfort Arien walks up beside the paladin and leaning in says in a low voice, "This is all well enough but I'm still concerned about that scrying. Perhaps we should scout around the area to make sure there are no more surprises waiting out and about?"
As the preparations ramp up - DM Ian Tuesday July 22nd, 2003 8:03:50 PM
The afternoon winds away in relative comfort, with the various elves taking short breaks from their tasks to come meet the party members. For the most part, the party is left to care for mounts, eat lightly at the presented foods, stow their gear in the shorebound huts, and relax on the beach.
As night begins to fall, and additional sea elves come up out of the waves to join in the meal, a large fire is built in the center of the camp.
Vahm winks to Inimicus before diving into the food preparations, happy and chattering to any who will listen.
Tratain unpacks the buckler to find it without the blackish aura it had before. He and Inimicus do some testing, and find it neither evil, nor magical, but they do find it has a Catacombs smithy mark on the inside rim.
Abram walks the beach for a while, and rounds to walk to Feng. Without any prelude, he asks, "How did you deal with the madness that came after the death?"
Draax Tuesday July 22nd, 2003 11:19:14 PM
Draax sits and enjoys the meal and the company. He tries to listen to everyone at the same time and takes mental notes of the sea elves activities and mannerism. He thinks to himself that someday he might have to impersonate one and he should learn all he can while he has a chance.
Tratain Tuesday July 22nd, 2003 11:54:03 PM
Tratain says to the others after things have quieted down some after the meal "Do you think there is a way to find out who the buckler was sold to from the catacombs as it bears thier mark, they do alot of business so I doubt they will be able to tell us where a single buckler came from but it might do us well to inquire. It was the only item that did not disapear with the Devil so I am assuming that it aquired the item here and not in its home plane. Also I think someone would have had to supply it with all of those magical enhancements it had, I do not believe those enchantments to be normal to those creatures."
Tratain gets his two hours of sleep early and then watches over the village for the rest of the night, keeping alert for scrying sensors or anything else out of the ordinary.
Renik d20+10=29 Wednesday July 23rd, 2003 5:17:22 AM
Overhearing Abram's question to Feng (Listen 29), everything suddenly becomes clear to the rogue. Abram, a former paladin, was no doubt afflicted by the madness that swept clerics Woldwide in the aftermath of Domi's death. There were atrocities comitted in that time, deeds that once-devout followers of an honourable god would have terrible difficulties in forgiving themselves for once the madness passed. Abram, it seems, was one such afflicted. The rogue feels a stab of pity for the man, to have been so close to his god, and to have fallen so far. It makes the hollow shell of a man he sees before him finally understandable.
And the very real question is raised: is he forever damned for his actions during that time? In that crazed night true horrors were comitted, the darkest depths of the human soul exposed. Who can say just how far Abram fell?
He turns his head, leaving Feng and Abram their privacy, his cheerful mood momentarily punctured.
Rond Wednesday July 23rd, 2003 6:40:27 AM
Not realizing his notoriety for the Sentinal head. Rond does his best to answer questions about that very grim time. Rond decides to help where he can, lifting pots, moving small children, setting tables. Whatever he can do to assist the village with his size and strength. Happy that he doesn't have to worry about leadership, Rond just keeps his ears open to see if he picks anything up within the sea elf ranks.
Setanos Wednesday July 23rd, 2003 7:33:46 AM
"Can ya make anything of it Inimicus" say Setanos as Tratain unpacks the sheild.
He then goes to enjoy the early food. After eating a bit he goes about tending to his items, making minor repairs and generally caring for his gear.
Feasting, and storytelling - DM Ian d20+5=25 Wednesday July 23rd, 2003 6:02:01 PM
Usshas sits down with the group as the food begins to be served. The meal itself is a curious mix of raw fish with various herbal pastes, a roast suckling pig, tender undersea vegetables, fruit from the nearby wooded area beyond the shore, and a collection dishes of seared prawns and crab. Once the food is distributed, Usshas begins to speak.
"Marcus came here some weeks ago. He had said that something had changed in Plateau City, but wasn't forthcoming on details. He seemed content to just fish and take long walks, in fact, but it was obvious to see that for each hour of relaxation and rest, he grew more eager to do something substantial with his time."
"Some of our younger men wanders the sea floor up and down the coast, and after a storm last season, found a wrecked ship out near the promontory. We try to help out as we can in situations like that, but we are a wandering people, and had gone to visit another pod during the storm. Such weather is always easier to ride out further out to sea."
"So, we told Marcus of the wreck, never thinking he would bring such fine heroes to help in its exploration, and possible raising. For this we are glad."
At about this point, the curious young elven child comes bouncing back up to the section of beach Rond and Renik are sitting on, with a beaming smile. Although the mother isn't far behind again, the child gets a chirping comment out before being caught and lifted into the mothers arms.
"Story?"
From a position further out of the limelight, Feng and Abram watch the sixty some sea elves make merry and eat with the party. It is somewhat like the swirl and bustle of the party at the Hamlet, but the more Feng listens to conversations, and then watches the same elves that were talking act slightly differently when they move away from the conversations, the more something feels wrong.
Feng's senses reveal nothing evil in the area, but something about the scene just doesn't quite sit right with him. Hmm... maybe its just the way elves have of dealing with the short lived races...
Tratain Wednesday July 23rd, 2003 11:07:06 PM
Tratain samples some of the food and drink so as to not seem rude to his sea elven hosts, but he doesn't really need to eat because of his ring. Tratain retires early to get the little rest he needs and then returns to the feaste if it is still going or silently keeps watch over the village for the rest of the night.
Feng Thursday July 24th, 2003 1:26:38 AM
[To Abram] Feng stares off at the horizon trying to form the words. "It was tough. Especially when others started dying as well. I don't think I could compare my struggle with anybody elses. I never wanted to be hampered by one gods preferrance for doing things so I try to devote my attention to them all. When he died I tried to draw strength from the others. But mainly I concentrated on what I hold to be true. The strength the gods give does not make us who we are. They help for reasons that are their own. I would make the same descisions with or without their help."
[At the party] Feng stands back and watches. Something doesn't sit right and it won't go away. For one thing if Marcus wanted to meet them here, why did he leave? Feng wonders if the sea elves definition of good and evil is different from his. That could remove the presence of evil altogether.
Rond Thursday July 24th, 2003 6:32:28 AM
Looking at the child that is asking, "This is up to your mother here. I am not much of story teller, myself. But I could answering questions about that time if your mother would allow it. A lot of grown up things happened during that time,and you mother may want to talk to you about some of these thing alone, and in her own way."
When not engaged with any of the other children, Rond will continue feasting and lightly drinking with the others.
Setanos Thursday July 24th, 2003 8:38:46 AM
After eating the fine foods presented here, Setanos listens to the words of Usshas. The pig tastes especially good, and he chuckles slightly at his earlier comment about hearty food.
When Usshas is done speaking, Setanos responds. "So a sunken ship? Have your people been able to make anything of it? And Marcus said explorin and raisin? Sounds like an adventure ta be sure."
To the group he says "Well..I've no spells for underwater traveling. Does anyone?"
He continues to enjoy the fine food and drink.
Renik d20+12=28 d20+4=11 d20+2=17 Thursday July 24th, 2003 2:07:01 PM
The rogue accepts the elves' hospitality with gratitude, and laughs and chats lightheartedly with his hosts.
But Usshas' words disturb him for some reason. Though he shows no trace of his disquiet (Bluff 28). His mind feverishly turns over the facts and finds something fundemental missing. Something just doesn't add up... Something has changed in Plateau City that has caused Marcus to flee to this remote village. What could that be? A political shift of some sort? Has Marcus fallen from favour with the City's elite?
And if he is in exile, why would he call upon the Hamleteers to investigate a simple shipwreck? Surely they are employees of the Plateau City Secret Service, not Marcus himself? Why would he call upon them to investigate so trivial-seeming an event?
The more he thinks on it the more he becomes certain they are only being told half the story. When was the last time three other of Marcus' followers joined them on a mission? And what part do the scrying portals and the attack on Abram play in all of this? He becomes certain that all is not as it appears. Not a sense of danger, exactly, but a definite sense of unease.
He continues his cheerful conversation with the village headman, but behind his light banter there is a very definite agenda; he attempts to gather any snippet of information, any missing fragment of intelligence that will allow him to piece together this enigma.
He tries to find out the following over the course of the meal, all without arousing undue suspicion (Gather Info 11). He slips in the questions between tall tales and entertaining anecdotes, hoping by his friendly demeanour to gain as much insight as possible into the events surrounding their arrival.
How does Usshas know Marcus? What is their relationship? Why might Marcus choose this location to rest up? Did Usshas have any hint of what might have been behind his departure from Plateau City? What more can the headman tell them of the wreck? Did he suspect that Marcus might have thought there was more to this matter than just a simple shipwreck?
During their discussion Renik keeps a close eye on the elf's body language and attitude, trying to discern if the village leader is keeping anything from him (Sense Motive 17).
Inimicus (Elf) d20+16=20 d20+8=18 Thursday July 24th, 2003 3:16:11 PM
Inimicus looks over the buckler for a moment, over, under, and on its sides. It now appears to be a plain old buckler, perhaps all of the enchantments had worn out? Suddenly he drops to the ground and begins rolling around with the buckler in his arms, apparently wrestling with it. After a moment he gets back up as if nothing had happened. Scratching his head he takes a good look at the Catacombs symbol, "Bleh, dang thing appears to be a typical shield now, that's strange. Tracking where it came from would be undescribably hard since the creature could have simply killed and pilfured it from someone. However...my divinations do not allow me to use items as focus' for scrying attempts, but perhaps yours do. We could find out who was the original owner of this buckler by using it as a scrying focus, could we not?"
During the course of the meal, Inimicus is more then happy to tell stories as he "remembers" them, since his fortay was based around watching the actions of others. Of course stories by themselves were a bit too plain, so he decided to spice them up as best he could (Bluff 20).
He can't help but wonder the exact same thing that must have been going through the heads of many of his companions, what exactly was going on here? It seemed all too convinient for M to leave just as they got there. Having worked for him for awhile, Inimicus certainly didn't doubt M, but he did wonder the true reason behind him not being there. Could the Elves possibly have something to do with it? Using his...strange charm he attempts to gain any answers he can (Gather information 18).
Still, with all these questions he enjoys the meal quite honestly. A good meal Elven meal always beat out stale rations and tavern food, "Hope you were paying attention Zahm. I expect to see this next time we're out traveling...that is of course if we happen to camp next to a shore...".
When Senatos asks if anyone has anything for underwater traveling the Elven Witch nods, "Indeed, but again, it can only benefit myself I'm afraid. I should however take this time to explain something to you, and to the group as a whole. One of the main services I can provide toward the group comes not in the way of my own spells, but rather, in the way of making your spells much more effective. You see, I have researched a spell that can effectively heighten a spell beyond it's normal capacity. Spells like your armor, the ability to enchance strength and dexterity, even the blessings one can bestow on weapons. If you wish to make use of this, simply let me know."
Draax - Dm Ian filling in Thursday July 24th, 2003 7:07:05 PM
Draax relaxes and enjoys the feasting, taking the time to unwind. He takes care to watch his companions, even in such a peaceful place.
Shadows around the campfire - Dm Ian d20+12=15 Thursday July 24th, 2003 7:21:17 PM
Abram listens to Feng's answer, and just sits for a time, gazing out to sea. When he finally speaks again, his monotone voice is wetted with the sound of tears and sadness.
"Think of it. Courage died. The unending ability to pick everything up and soldier on,... it fell and died. And the streets... do you remember what happened in those streets during the madness? Were you there?"
Closer to the fire, the conversation continues for a short time on various topics, before an elven lady rises to her feet, and begins to sing. It is a nearly wordless song, with the few lyric stretched over a mourning melody. It occurs to several of you after a few moments that perhaps this is music designed to be heard underwater, where the waves themselves would beat slow time, and the water would carry the song onward. The song itself seems to grieve for the loss of sacred places in the sea, and the need to reconsecrate them wherever possible.
Inimicus and Renik continue to maintain some conversation with Usshas, but Usshas seems more interested in turning talk to the daily life of the village. He speaks of a restful community, where even the sharks that usually plague the coast in this season have been gone for some time.
He does speak of a time a few years before when Marcus came to hide in the village for a time, after he had been wounded badly by an assassin. Usshas seems convinced that after that experience, Marcus considers this a safe place to rest, and the ship little more than an excursion.
"After all", Usshas jokes, "a man like Marcus can't ever just let go. He has to be doing something exciting."
Renik feels the man is a superior conversational fencer, and is likely talking around the topic. All the details the man knows about Marcus are right, but Renik is increasingly convinced only part of the picture is being presented.
The night grows late, and the group is shown to a series of two huts with four beds each. Usshas mentions that his people will be just a short distance away beneath the waves, so please just call if the group needs anything.
Tratain d4+1=5 d4+1=5 Thursday July 24th, 2003 11:20:24 PM
Tratain stands watch outside the huts and around the village after getting some rest. Just incase there is trouble this night he wears his goggles of night and casts bull's strength and Endurence upon himself. (21 str for 7 hours, 19 con for 7 hours)
Feng Thursday July 24th, 2003 11:40:41 PM
Feng listens to Abram and wonders what he should say. The wrong thing could do more harm than good. "I remember those times and they were bad. I always thought courage came from within, not above. When your in battle with a demon, does the finely crafted sword strike it down or the arm that weilds it?"
Renik d20+5=8 Friday July 25th, 2003 3:29:20 AM
Renik thanks his hosts as the group are led to their sleeping places. As they prepare to rest, Renik speaks in quiet tones to the others.
"Listen, I don't know what's going on here, but something most definitely doesn't sit right with me. I don't think we are being told everything. Be on your guard tonight. Let's have one other person keeping watch with Tratain. I'll take first watch with Rond, then Abram watch with Tratain, and then Feng you relieve Abram for last watch. Spellcasters, any spells you can provide the lookouts would be appreciated. Cat's Grace is my personal favourite."
The rogue checks over the huts carefully, making sure there are no other ways in than the front doors (Search 8).
Rond Friday July 25th, 2003 6:19:44 AM
Rond moves with the rest of the party towards the huts for the night. When Renik comments about his suspicions Rond responds, "Keep in mind who we're talking about here. We've been away for awhile and knowing everything is a luxury we've been working with for the last couple of weeks. "
Arien Friday July 25th, 2003 4:35:05 PM
Arien stands outside the hut a moment, looking up at the sky. Provided that the night is clear and the weather appears favorable he lays his new carpet on the ground and sits upon it crosslegged. Otherwise Arien spreads the carpet out on the floor of the hut, facing outside.
Arien looks about for a moment in the night before pulling out a copper coin and a scroll tube. Setting those down beside him Arien enters trance.
Draax - DM Ian filling in d20+5=16 Friday July 25th, 2003 5:35:07 PM
Draax also offers to take a place on watch, perhaps to reinforce the first watch. He then also helps search the huts, echoing the suspicion in the rest of the party.
A nearly peaceful night - DM Ian d20+7=22 d20+7=10 d20+7=19 d20=17 d20=17 d20=15 d20+12=27 d20+12=18 d20+12=32 d20+12=22 d20+8=22 d20+8=22 d20+8=19 d20+4=18 d20+4=16 d20+4=22 d20+8=16 d20+8=9 d20+4=23 d20+4=12 d20+4=19 d20+10=22 d20+10=23 d20+10=26 d20+10=12 2d10(7+10)=17 d10=4 d10=5 d20+4=9 d20+12=23 d20+10=19 Friday July 25th, 2003 8:17:06 PM
The weather indeed is fairly pleasant. Sometime after midnight an inversion layer of clouds rolls in off the ocean, which surprisingly makes the night warmer than expected.
The watches go quietly, seemingly without incident, until the middle of the third watch, when Tratain smells something foul. Hunting around the edge of the camp, he finds nothing in particular. Feng is the first to discover that the stench is actually coming from Renik, who appears to be sweating out some kind of greenish fluid as he sleeps. Tratain instantly recognizes it as the symptom of a disease called 'The Scab bloodrot'. Oddly, the bloodrot usually takes at least a couple days to get this bad.
Looking over your fitfully sleeping companions, Tratain notices that Draax, Abram, Inimicus, and the paladins are healthy, while Arien and Rond are also infected.
None of the sea elves are visible around the village huts. The early predawn is lit by only the soft sounds of the animals sleeping nearby, and the waves lapping at the shore.
(Renik is down 10 con points, Arien is down 11 con points, and Rond is down 5 con points.)
Setanos Saturday July 26th, 2003 10:32:47 AM
Setanos passes his evening thinking, pondering all that has happened.
What ever it is we're up against, its an adventure to be sure, He thinks.
After his watch, he tries to get some sleep.
Tratain [Bull's Strength 21 str; Endurence 19 Con] Saturday July 26th, 2003 11:31:12 AM
When Tratain Finds Renik, Arien and Rond he wakes the others and suggests that they move the three sick members into the same hut. Tratain tries to remember anything he can about the Disease the others are inflicted with.
Tratain asks that Abrams and maybe another come with him to search the sea elven village to see if it is abandoned now or if the elves are sick also.
Renik (CON 2) Saturday July 26th, 2003 2:04:05 PM
As his companions move him the rogue wakes, but is terribly weak and barely conscious. He tries to focus on the green fluid oozing from his every pore, and begins to shake in horror as he registers just what is happening to him, and how close to death he must be. It is something of a blessing that his mind, recoiling from the dire situation in which it finds itself, sends the rogue back into a fevered sleep.
Arien (Con 1) Saturday July 26th, 2003 8:47:00 PM
When in trance Arien felt himself becoming weaker and weaker. Unable to shake the feeling Arien collapses into unconciousness as he weakens.
Inimicus (Elf) Sunday July 27th, 2003 5:56:12 PM
Having slept most of the night away as a large sandcrab, Inimicus awakens via Tratain. Slowly the form of the crab stretches itself into the lithe form of the Elf and he lets out a long yawn. Rubbing his eyes he glances around and stumbles to take a look over at the diseased, "By Maab's Wings!" he shouts, tripping backwards.
"What in the hells happened here?" he looks over toward Tratain, trying desparately to figure this situation out. Having known quite a few diseases, Inimicus is startled to see this one take over the others so quickly. He begins to prepare himself to take part in his most powerful spell, "Tratain, how is everyone else? And where are the Elves? I can cure them all completely, all in one shot, but I need at least 1 hour to complete the Ritual of Purity. In this ritual no evil, no disease, no sickness can survive, and they will be cleansed. It will be the 1 use of my most powerful spell of the day, but it seems that it is most needed at the moment unless you have a better idea."
Feng Sunday July 27th, 2003 11:37:49 PM
"I should be able to cure all three of them but we have to find the source of the infection otherwise this may happen again tomarrow. While we have no proof I suspect the feast was responsible. Inimicus please save your spells. We may need them later."
Feng begins his preparations to use his divine gift of disease cleansing. [ooc: all 3 of his remove disease for the week.]
Rond (con 15) Monday July 28th, 2003 12:24:35 AM
Not quite feeling himself, Rond moves where pointed and quickly falls back to sleep. Remembering the abilities of the group, he hopes someone will be able to help him and any others of the group, out.
Draax Monday July 28th, 2003 7:47:54 PM
As he notices the illness that has affected some of the group, Draax berates himself for letting his guard down when he knew better. The disappearance of the sea elves also get gets under his skin. While listening to the healers discuss curing the others his turns his attention to Abram.
"Abram, you brought us here, do you have any idea what is going on?"
[OOC: Thanks for filling in Ian.]
The harsh light of morning
Dawn comes early - Dm Ian d20+9=10 d20+13=18 Monday July 28th, 2003 8:26:41 PM
Feng's divine gift comes almost exactly at dawn, and the three sickened party members rapidly recover and feel their health return. The morning light also reveals the village, abandoned.
As Rond's strength returns, he finds a single set of humansized footprints in the sand around the huts, light and almost obscured. Some single person had the nerve to come among you the night before, but the sentries were watching the avenues of approach. Clearly, some sort of invisibility or illusion effect was utilized to shield the movements of the enemy.
Giving some thought to the problem, Inimicus comes up with a relatively easy theory for the advanced stage of the jungle bloodrot. The commonly known spell contagion could have easily inflicted such a plague, and that would also explain some of the group members being immune through paladinal status.
Abram, however, has a difficult time responding to Draax's pointed question. "Nothing is right about this mission, from the constant stalking, to Marcus not being here. The dreams,..."
With that, he trails off, and Draax notices Abram is shaking badly.
As the group mills around, and completes their readiness to move again, Arien is the first to notice the events occuring just down the beach. On the opposite side of the village from the parties arrival point, a rowboat has come up to the shore perhaps 400 or 500 yards from the village, and Arien can barely make out two humanoid figures on the sand before the boat.
Tratain Monday July 28th, 2003 9:01:21 PM OOC: Are the three sick people still down Con points? or did they regain them when they were cured? It will effect what spells i choose to learn this day.
In the Mourning Tratain Prays for his spells(Will post a list of what i choose after hearing if the party needs ability points back)
Upon hearing Abrams Response Tratain says "What sort of dreams Abram?, it may be important"
When Arien points out the figures near the boat Tratain Draws his Greatsword and approaches with the others calling out "Identify yourselfs!" if no one recognizes the two.
(OOC: They did regain their stat points. - Dm Ian)
Feng Monday July 28th, 2003 11:37:34 PM
Feng knew something was wrong with those elves and he would find out what. It might take some time but the elves would answer.
OOC: do the figures look like they are arriving or leaving?
Arien Tuesday July 29th, 2003 1:13:43 AM
Arien points out the figures to the rest of the party before hopping onto his carpet of flying. Speaking in elvish he commands the carpet and it takes off towards the beached boat, rising as it goes. Once the carpet hits around fifty feet in the air Arien levels it off and keeps going.
Rond Tuesday July 29th, 2003 6:45:37 AM
As the sickness leaves his body, Rond visibly brightens. As the others mull over what has happened so far Rond decides to comment, "Maybe we are drawing someone out of hiding, so that our employer might figure out something from the grand design."
Setanos Tuesday July 29th, 2003 9:18:59 AM
"Argh..no good sneaks, damn them." Setanos growls when the suspected cause is revealed.
After breakfast, he spends some time with his spell book, refreshing his mind.
When the rowboat lands, he braces himself for the worst, no knowing what to expect.
Draax Tuesday July 29th, 2003 2:24:55 PM
Although he sympathizes with the pain that Abram might have when through, Draax wishes that the man would pull himself together. He hopes that the man will at least be able to tell of the dream as Tratain requested.
When he is alerted to the boat and the humanoid figures Draax readies his bow and run towards the beach with the others.
Inimicus (Elf) Tuesday July 29th, 2003 3:40:50 PM
"Good job Feng, they looked like they were about to fall apart for a moment there. Bloody contagion spell I'd take it, least that's what I'd use if it were me to do such a thing." the Witch says, pacing back and forth trying to figure out what is going on with their situation. With the village abandoned he was beginning to think this was some kind of setup, but why...if only he had someone to question...
Then he noticed the rowboat. Squinting his eyes he peers down to see who might be there, along with the rest of the group he jogs down, hoping to get some kind of answers.
Renik d20+2=22 d20+10=27 Tuesday July 29th, 2003 4:48:41 PM
As his strength slowly returns the rogue makes his way to the nearest stream to wash away the remnants of the foul smelling green ooze. Returning to camp he grasps Feng's shoulder in thanks, a stern look upon his face.
Renik nods at Tratain's words. "Aye, what dreams trouble you? There are forces at work here beyond our understanding, and we are sorely in need of clues. Tratain is right, anything you can tell us may help." The rogue's voice is calm and soothing, as he attempts to reach out to the troubled man (Diplomacy 22).
"I confess this latest assault has me at a loss. If this disease was an attack, why did our attackers not strike at us with force of arms when we were weakened and in disarray? Why did that ambush pull back at our last campsite? There are too many unanswered questions here. We need answers, my friends, and quickly. Our foe seems to have us at a huge disadvantage."
Renik thanks Setanos for sharing his prepared spell list with the group. "That's a fine idea, my friend. Perhaps all our spellcasters should do likewise, that way we can minimise duplication."
When the figures become visible on the shore Renik flies at once into the air to a height of about 25', and closes fast sticking close to Arien, an arrow notched in his bow. He scans the surrounding area, keeping a close lookout for anyone else moving in on their position, and trying to make out the figures in the distance (Spot 27). Could this be Marcus back from his mission? Or some new attack?
He calls back to the party "Follow us in, and spread out!"
A meeting on the shore - Dm Ian Tuesday July 29th, 2003 7:22:46 PM
Renik and Tratain calm Abram down, and he replies, "They are perhaps nothing to what occurs here. In my dreams I see the streets of Plateau City. I see the people at work, and the children at play. I can't see what is hunting them through the shadows and the hidden places, what is picking them off and leaving broken bodies that I find over and over again."
"Sometimes I think the hunter is the threat Marcus ran from. Sometimes...", he says, visibly gathering himself, "I think the hunter is me... What I became during the madness. I'd be more worried, but I can't even bear a blade in a fight anymore. My hands shake too much, and my fear masters me."
With this he trails off, his expression filled with shame. Then, the call for the figures down the beach is made, and Abram looks up to join the movement down the beach.
As the rest of the group follows Arien's call, and Renik's order to advance, you see that the figures appear to part, with one in a bluish robe getting into the rowboat, and beginning to row as the second figure pushes off.
The party spends several combat rounds moving forward, with Arien and Renik pulling ahead with the speed of their magical flight.
At this point, Arien and Renik are about three hundred feet from the figure on the beach, who they recognize as Marcus, standing with an enigmatic smile about twenty feet from the lapping surf.
The remainder of the party is about three hundred feet back from Arien and Renik, spread out in an arc as they advance at a run across the sands.
The rowboat has made it about a hundred feet out. Arien and Renik see that there is a large sailcloth-wrapped bundle in the boat, as well as a blue robed elven figure that you think is probably Usshas.
The beach itself is unadorned with even driftwood or seaweed, Apparently, the sea elves, or someone else, must have maintained it.
Tratain Tuesday July 29th, 2003 9:13:23 PM
Tratain follows others down to meet the man standing on the beach wary of any tricks but will follow Reniks lead if anything should happen.
OOC Spell List 0 level: Cure Minor Woundsx2; Detect Magicx3; Read Magic 1st Level: Bless; Entropic Shield; Sheild of Faithx2; Endure Elements;(Sanctuary) 2nd Level: Bull's Strengthx2; Endurance; Remove Paralysis;(Spiritual Weapon) 3rd Level: Invisibility Purge; Prayer; Dispel Magic;(Protection from Elements) 4th Level: Freedom of Movement; Dimensional Anchor;(Divine Power)
Draax Wednesday July 30th, 2003 2:13:29 AM
Seeing Marcus on the beach Draax says just loud enough for those that are near him to hear. "That seems to be Marcus, I am going to be very unhappy if this is another trick."
He continues to run toward Marcus with the others, but keeps his bow ready just in case.
Arien d20+8=20 Wednesday July 30th, 2003 4:09:59 AM
Arien continues to advance towards Marcus but keeps an eye out for any sign of someone scrying on the meeting.
Rond Wednesday July 30th, 2003 6:58:15 AM
Not liking the fact that Marcus is being more evasive than before. Rond wonders about his current behavior. When Usshas spoke during the dinner he said they were waiting for Marcus to return. Why had he not made contact prior to leaving this time?
Rond wonders whether they should try to make contact with Marcus through their communications device with him.
"We should make sure that when we camp we have some sort of magical protection in order to try to defeat this invisible person thing."
Setanos Wednesday July 30th, 2003 7:53:34 AM
Setanos makes his way down the beach with the party, keeping a wary eye out.
He mulls over the words of Abram in his head. He feels great pity for the man who was once brave. While he would never look at those he protects as beneith him, Setanos cant help feeling that Abram's has reduced himself greatly. I hope he can one day find his backbone again, he thinks.
Renik Wednesday July 30th, 2003 3:11:56 PM
As he draws closer and recognizes Marcus the rogues face hardens. So, here is there enigmatic leader at last. About time. He signals to those following to maintain their wary spread as they close in; they have little reason to trust anyone or anything after recent events.
Renik floats down to the sand, shouldering his bow, and strides towards the spymaster. He maintains unblinking eye contact with Marcus as he approaches, his face curiously devoid of expression. He stops 20 feet from the spymaster, his hands loosely at his sides, and waits, no hint of greeting in his face or stance. Marcus has some serious explaining to do, and until the rogue hears a satisfactory explanation for recent events, he is in no mood to be friendly.
Greetings, and salivations - Dm Ian d20+5=7 d20+6=26 d20+5=20 Wednesday July 30th, 2003 7:55:35 PM
Marcus looks appraisingly over the party as they come to a stop about thirty feet away. There are a few heartbeat moments of Marcus weighing the group, and then he tosses something sparkling to Rond in an easy underhand toss, which Rond catches.
Even as Rond opens his palm to examine the object, which turns out to be a ring, as he would expect, Marcus glances up and swears. Arien is the first to track his vision, looking to his right to see a sparking scrying sensor hovering about fifty feet above the party, just up the beach from Arien's floating position. Looking up, Inimicus sees it too.
Marcus reaches to his belt and pulls a scroll from his pouch, and says, "You allowed yourself to be followed here?"
Abram and Vahm hang back, arriving late to the gathering.
The rowboat is now about a hundred and fifty feet away from the shore, and is still heading straight out into the bay.
Feng Wednesday July 30th, 2003 10:57:02 PM
"Considering whoever is watching controlled a demon that nearly killed us all, dispelling the eye is a bit difficult. So are you going to explain what was up with the strange elves or do we have to keep guessing?"
Draax Wednesday July 30th, 2003 11:28:12 PM
Listening to Marcus' words, Draax realizes that with everything going on he did not actually expect to meet up with Marcus.
"Ever since we met up with Abram we have not been able to shake off our window peeping friend. With the shape shifting demon and the disease thing that happened last night, we were not even sure that you were you until you presented the ring. Our users of magic seem to not have the right spells to prevent the following eyes. We were hoping that you could alleviate that problem."
Draax waits to hear what the others say and to see if Marcus could take care of the unwanted visitor.
Tratain Wednesday July 30th, 2003 11:37:56 PM
Tratain is angered by Marcus's words but keeps to himself, it wouldn't be prudent to be rude to his friends employer the first time meeting him. He stands back and waits to see what the others say to Marcus and how they react to him.
Setanos Thursday July 31st, 2003 8:24:51 AM
Setanos makes his way to the gathering, as quickly as possible.
Renik Thursday July 31st, 2003 3:56:29 PM
The rogue's face remains impassive at Marcus' words, but a cold fury burns behind his eyes.
"Yes we were followed." He says, his tone neutral and tightly controlled. "We've been harried and spied upon for the duration of this little seaside jaunt of yours, and the companions you sent to join us, not to mention your elven friend, have been unable to enlighten us as to the cause. We have been growing increasingly curious as to what is happening. Perhaps you might tell us what has happened to you in Plateau City, what you are doing here, what it is you want of us, and who sent that creature after Abram here, along with these accursed scrying portals and various other attacks. But please, be my guest. Dispel the thing before we get down to business."
Though his voice is quiet, level and unagressive, anyone who knows the rogue well will hear the hint of danger about his words. As he speaks he continues to maintain unflinching eye contact with the spymaster.
Getting down to business - Dm Ian d20+9=16 d20+9=21 d20+4=7 d10+1=8 d10+1=10 d20+6=22 d20+8=18 d2=1 d20+14=24 d8=6 d6+9=14 Thursday July 31st, 2003 6:19:58 PM
Marcus returns Renik's gaze levelly, and says, "This should get us down to business."
With that, he raises and unrolls his scroll, and encants the spell written thereon in a soft tone. The scroll ignites as he invokes, and then Marcus disappears from view.
At almost the same time, there is an explosion of motion as a number of figures stand up from the opaque, morning-silvered waves. The first few steps to get the elves past the point where the waves touch their chests. Thus revealed, the party faces a line of aquatic elves twenty long and two to three deep in places. The shamble forward stiffly, with a blank look in their eyes and a woodeness in their movements that speaks of some unnatural influence. The are armored in shark hide armor, and bear a mix of longspears and combat nets.
Looking into the faces of the elves that you laughed and ate with just a few hours ago turns the stomach of several of the party members. They certainly seem intent on doing you harm now.
Even as the group turns to see this occur, Tratain, standing at least thirty feet from where Marcus just disappeared, is hammered by deftly placed hand strikes. Ridged knuckles take him in the throat, a backhand impacts his nose, and a rising knee impacts thunderously in his armored groin. Tratain staggers, unable to see any opponent nearby.
(Of the three attacks, two hits for 18 hp damage and a save vs stunning blow DC:17)
From their vantage point, Arien and Inimicus see an additional figure rise from the ocean just behind and to the left of the sea elven spear line. The figure is a scarred, seven foot tall blue-skinned muscular humanoid that looks almost like a hobgoblin, save for the webbing on his hands and feet. A bastard sword is slung over a leather armored torso, but of primary concern is the hasted speed with which the newcomer pulls a gleaming ashwood longbow from an oilskin bowsheath, knocks an arrow, and fires a shot at Arien. The arrow explodes into flame as it leaves the bow, and even though Arien caught sight of it before it was shot, hit easily.
(A total of 20 pts of damage to Arien, of which 5 is fire)
On top of all of this, Usshas' voice sounds from over the sea elven line as they form up.
"Defilers, for your heresy and your unspeakable assault on our holy places, you will die. Forward, legions!"
(The characters are in an arc ranging from twenty feet to fifty feet from the edge of the waves, and the sea elves are about ten feet further out. Their line is about forty feet long, centered on the party's position. The rowboat is now about a hundred and seventy feet out from the shore.)
Tratain AC 24 d20+15=22 d20+17=21 Thursday July 31st, 2003 6:39:31 PM
Tratain is taken by surprise by the attacks but recovers quickly (Rolled 22 vs DC 17). Tratain Wills his shield into place and defensively casts Invisibility Purge (Rolled 21 vs DC 18).
All invisible creatures within 35 Feet of Tratain become visible. Any entering that area also become visible
Draax d20+15=27 d20+10=25 d8+3=4 d8+3=8 Thursday July 31st, 2003 7:38:37 PM
The only thing that surprises Draax about the situation is that he is becoming accustomed to being betrayed. Noting the blank looks in the sea elves eyes Draax regrets the fact that he will be forced to kill some of them, but he convinces himself that they would be better off dead than unwilling slaves. When he watches the arrow fly from the monster and then hears the grunt from Arien, Draax takes aim at the hobgoblin like creature and fires a couple of arrows. (hit AC 27 for 4 and AC 25 for 8, 12 total damage)
Feng Friday August 1st, 2003 12:21:03 AM
The half-orc shakes his head in disbelief. Betrayed by Marcus and ambushed by overwhelming odds.
"Unless somebody can take out Usshas on the rowboat I suggest we pull back." Feng almost curses but controls himself. Instead he adds, "I wish Bill was here. We could sure use his help right now."
Feng holds his Flamming Double Axe in his hand wondering if charging the line of sea elves would mean death.
OOC: are we on an island? I can't seem to remember any details on what happened to the horses.
(OOC: My apologies, the horses should still be in the village, which means that Feng could have very easily jumped on his. - Dm Ian)
Arien d20+8=28 d20+8=25 2d4(3+3)=6 2d4(1+4)=5 Friday August 1st, 2003 1:34:37 AM
"Can someone take him out, oh yes I think I will." Ordering the carpet up higher to its full movement Arien targets Usshas with an extended Melf's Acid Arrow. The bolt of magical acid streaks from Arien's palm and slams into Usshas.
(Ranged Touch Attack: 28, Critical threat, ranged touch attack to confirm: 25. If a critical hit its 11 damage, otherwise 6. The spell will last for 6 rounds. Arien is currently 260 feet up in the air.)
Renik d20+14=25 d8+4=9 Friday August 1st, 2003 5:02:04 AM
The rogue pulls his bow from his back with a snarl as Marcus vanishes. He had half expected something like this, the way things had been going.
Then things happen very quickly, as the attack begins. Sizing up the situation the rogue instantly realises they are hopelessly outnumbered. Over 40 possesed sea elves, a large mean-looking blue sea monster, some invisible creature attacking Tratain, and Usshas fleeing on a rowboat. Not good odds.
Playing a hunch Renik yells:
"Arien, you're with me. I want that package on the rowboat intact, I have a hunch it's something pretty important. No fireballs! Take Usshas down cleanly!
Feng, help with Tratain's attacker!
Everyone else, fighting retreat! Move back up the beach and draw the enemy out of the water! Keep them at missile range, and concentrate everything you have on Big Blue; if anything is controlling those poor elves it's probably him. Spellcasters, hit it with everything you have! Take down his magics!"
The rogue takes off and speeds up and over the ocean, heading for the rowboat as fast as he can (90ft), rising high enough to avoid attacks from the creatures below. Then he sends an arrow whistling towards Usshas on the rowboat (AC 25 for 9HP).
Inimicus (Pegasus) AC 14, HP 42 Friday August 1st, 2003 5:12:04 AM
Inimicus is completely speechless by this turn of events. He believed there had to be some logical explaination for it, perhaps it was some strange mind spell on the part of everyone, including Marcus. The Sea Elves definately seemed to be under some complusion, and for that reason Inimicus did not want to fight them by any lethal means.
Peering off into the distance he hears Feng speak of getting Usshas and clenches his fists tightly by his sides, oh they WOULD catch Usshas. Inimicus was a very poor fighter, but he was not without his uses.
He looks over to the group and says in a manner unbefitting the situation, "I know we just met, but could one of you ride me?" he says with a slight chuckle. He slams a foot into the ground which quickly turns into a hoof. Forward he falls onto his arms which elongate and turn into the powerful legs of an equine. His clothing fades away until only pure white fur remains, along with a feathery mane and a pair of massive wings. He was now in his Pegasus form, and he was determined to catch up with the bastard whom had double crossed him (Full-Round action, Polymorph into Pegasus).
Rond AC 17/18 (dodge) HP 96 Friday August 1st, 2003 6:15:55 AM
Looking at what has now happened Rond looks back to when he first got the message from Marcus. Usually he has communicated through the coin that the party has. Rond is not sure who has the coin and wonders if he somehow led the group into a trap.
"Renik who has the coin?"
Hearing Inimicus call for a rider, "I don't have anything Ranged as of yet so it's only close combat if I join up with you." If Inimicus indicates that it is okay, Rond will then step up and on. Once he is settled or left standing, Rond will then sound the horn of goodness centered on Inimicus if he's riding, or himself if not.
If riding Rond wills the pants of plenty to match Inimicus' coloring, in order to confuse attackers further, if possible.
(ooc sorry for absence. college project caught me by surprise. :) )
Setanos Ac 16, HP 72 d20+8=12 2d4(2+4)=6 Friday August 1st, 2003 10:56:05 AM
Withdrawing back with the party, Setanos casts Melfs Acid Arrow at 'Big Blue' (Ranged Touch Attack AC 12, 6 damage if it hits). He then braces himself for battle.
An orderly response - DM Ian d20+14=22 d20+14=16 d20+9=21 d8=3 d6+9=13 d8=3 d6+9=10 d20+9=10 Friday August 1st, 2003 8:33:11 PM
Inimicus lands a short distance back from the advancing troops, shifts, and acquires Rond as a rider. As Rond is mounting up, Feng watches the elven line advance towards them, shambling as they come to about twenty feet away.
Renik swoops outward over the sea, calling commands, as Arien rises to a vantage point and hurls a bolt of acid that smacks into Usshas, out in the rowboat. (The critical succeeded.)
Setanos and Tratain are just behind Feng, Rondm and Inimicus on the beach, perhaps twenty feet on the other side from the advancing spear hedge. Setanos' bolt of acid is just narrowly dodged by the scarred archer. Even as Tratain begins to cast defensively, his shield twitches, trying to fend off the invisible attacker again. However, his spell goes off first, revealing a skeletally thin grey skinned humanoid about five foot eight, wearing a slick sealskin short robe, and bearing no weaponry.
Draax snaps two shots, which both connect with the archer, who salutes Draax with its bow before returning fire, hasted.
Vahm, still a hundred feet back, grabs the shaking Abram, and hauls him bodily backwards away from the fight. "No more surprises if I can help it, boss!"
The archer snaps three arrows from his bow, each wreathed in flame as they are launched into flight.
The first shot just barely misses Arien, singing his hair as the flaming missile goes by. (Corrected for range penalty to hit). The second shot rends Setanos for 13 points (1 of which is fire). The third shot is barely deflected by Tratains shield twitching madly between aggressors.
The revealed creature blinks once, and sprints away from Tratain (feel free to take an Attack of Opportunity). You have never seen a humanoid move that quickly and gracefully. (Jog at 150' total move)
The invisibility cancelling sphere shimmers over most of the party, but the group is slightly too spread out to prevent a throwing dagger from glimmering into view just before it skips off one of the studs on Rond's back armor.
Usshas screams as the acid eats through his robe at the shoulder. He stands suddenly in the boat, causing it to rock dangerously, and then jumps, landing hard enough on one corner to make the boat flip and capsize, sending both Usshas and the canvas bundle splashing into the waves about a hundred and eighty feet from the shore.
(OOC: Everyone, please post AC, HP, and current spells with your next few postings. Casters who took damage this round, please make appropriate concentration checks if you attempt to cast next round.-Dm Ian)
(OOC: editted to correct range mistake. My apologies. - Dm Ian)
Draax, AC 21, HP 79 d20+15=25 d8+3=7 Friday August 1st, 2003 9:25:08 PM
Draax grimaces at the reaction of the archer from his arrows. As the battle progresses he realizes that the bad guys came here with a game plan. Taking out the magic users first has always been the plan of any ambush that he has been a part of. Withdrawing to regroup is the best idea he has hear thus far.
Withdrawing with the others, Draax moves and then fires another arrow at the bow man. (Hit AC 25 for 7 dmg)
Renik AC 22 / 23 (Dodge vs Blue Boy) HP 62 d20+10=17 d20+15=29 d8+5=13 2d6(2+6)=8 d20+10=14 Saturday August 2nd, 2003 9:27:57 AM
Renik hears Rond's cry about the coin, and curses himself for not thinking of it earlier. He's pretty sure that he doesn't have it, but there'll be time to check later.
As he flies towards the rowboat Renik glances back towards the fray (Spot 18: +1 vs shapeshifters, assuming it is what I think it is of course!) and sees a sight that causes his stomach to tighten in loathing. That grey-skinned monstrosity that flickered into existence when Tratain cast his spell and raced off looked eerily familiar to the rogue. Doppelganger! An accursed doppelganger! If there's one thing Renik knows and despises, it's those shapeshifting abominations. Slayers of his father! Corruptors of his brother! Destroyers of his home town! That explains why that so-called 'Marcus' betrayed them, and also means that in all likelihood...
"Rond! Inimicus! Get that canvas bundle at all costs! I think it's Marcus!" He prays the spymaster is not already dead.
"Arien, Usshas is yours! Don't worry if you lose him, we have bigger fish to fry! I'm going to try and help against big blue and ugly!"
He stops (no move this round), hovering about 30 feet up and 70 feet behind the blue sea creature (OOC: I think: a map would be really useful if possible!), and as he unleashes two Holy arrows in the beast's direction (Full attack AC 29 for 21 (13 if creature is not evil) and AC 14).
He prays those on the shore are able to keep far enough away from the advancing sea elves to avoid getting into hand-to hand combat.
Setanos (AC 16, HP 59) d20+12=20 Saturday August 2nd, 2003 10:53:58 AM
Setanos tries to cast mage armor on himself, but the pain of the arrow shot is too much and he looses concentration (Check 20 Vrs DC 25).
Growling, he readies his axe and stays close to his group, awaiting the onslaught.
Tratain AC 24 HP 35 d20+10=16 d20+2=18 d20+12=30 d20+7=13 2d6(5+4)+6=15 2d6(5+4)+6=15 d20+17=31 Saturday August 2nd, 2003 1:37:00 PM Attack of Opportunity As they Grey Skinned Creature attempts to flee Tratain attempts to Trip him so he can not escape (Hit AC 16 for Melee Touch attack, 19 For opposed Strength Check).
This Round If Tratain manages to trip his opponent he attacks the grey skinned creature while it is prone on the ground. (Hit AC 30 and 13 for 15 and 15.)
If the Creature escapes Tratain Defensively Casts an Area Dispel in the hopes that the Sea Elves are not undead and he can free some of them so he and his comrades are not forced to kill them. (Rolled 31 vs DC 18 to cast Dispel Magic Defensively, Area Dispel has a 30 foot radius so i should be able to get all of the Sea elves and the Blue Creature I think.)
OOC: If the grey guy gets away and the Area Dispel goes off it may be easier to do the Dispel against the Elves in groups of 5 or so if it has any effect at all, otherwise thats at least 40 Dispel check and 1d20+7
Arien d20+18=30 9d6(4+5+5+6+3+5+3+4+3)=38 2d4(4+2)=6 Saturday August 2nd, 2003 4:53:28 PM
"Ok, I'll take him out then," Arien calls back to Renik as Arien commands his carpet forward to slightly off to the side and still way above where Usshas was in the water. Eyeing the scene carefully Arien aims his next spell and lets loose a lightning bolt at Usshas, while the acid from the previous spell continues to eat away.
((Voluntary Spellcraft check to aim the lightning bolt away from the bundle and still hit Usshas: 30; Lightning bolt damage 38, Reflex DC 21; Acid damage from the Melf's Acid Arrow: 6 and 4 more rounds left.)
Inimicus (Pegasus) AC 14, HP 42 Saturday August 2nd, 2003 8:41:01 PM
Inimicus turns toward where he last saw the bundle fall into the water with Rond now mounted on his back. They had to make it out there quickly if Renik's hypothesis was indeed true. Flexing his massive wings the Pegasus explodes off of the sand, causing dust to spray up as it does so. For the moment, Inimicus concentrates only on moving as quickly as possible toward the bundle. He soars above those on the beach at a relatively low altitude, but makes sure to stay just out of range of those upon the ground
(OOC: Double movement action coming to a stop as they get to the capsized boat. 240' move should just about do it, stop if closer then that. Stay bout 20-30ft off the ground.)
Feng (AC 22, 85 Hp) Sunday August 3rd, 2003 10:16:50 PM
Feng watches the strange grey skinned creature dart away. He would have like to take his axe and split the creature in two but he doubted that he could catch it. Even on horseback it would be hard to catch somebody that fast that could turn on a copper.
OOC: If I am correct there are no targets within melee range
Rond AC 17/18 (dodge) HP 96 d20+6=13 d20+1=2 Monday August 4th, 2003 8:43:33 AM
"Let's see what we can see with this package."
Once Rond is in the area of the package he does a quick scan of the area to try to find any indication of the package. (Spot 13, Search 2 (phooey) ;) )
Once they have found the package Rond will do his best to determine what he can do.
If he has to Rond will jump in and retrieve the package. Before he jumps in Rond says to Inimicus " I will try to get on the boat, so watch for me from there, unless you have some form better adapted to for water, or water and air."
Round 4, Fight! - Dm Ian d20+14=21 d8=2 d20+9=16 d20+14=24 d8=4 d6+9=11 d6+9=11 d6+9=14 d8=8 d20+7=23 d20+10=30 d20+10=20 5d8(3+8+5+8+5)=29 5d8(5+6+4+8+6)=29 d20+7=15 d20+7=23 d20+7=26 d20+7=24 d20+7=24 d20+7=13 d20+7=22 d20+9=29 d20+9=27 d20+9=18 d10+1=9 d10+1=5 Monday August 4th, 2003 7:46:14 PM
Draax and Renik release a flight of shafts towards the archer, each striking once. The bowman winces visibly as the arrows cut through its leather armor, with the holy arrow smoking as it impacts.
Inimicus, bearing Rond, flies out over the water, swooping down just as Ariens lightning bolt hits the water and flashes around the submerged form of Usshas. However, the sea elf only smiles, and doesn't react with any pain as the spell goes off around him. He is about fifteen feet down, and as Rond dives in, he sees Usshas being pulled downward by the 'package' in one hand.
Usshas smiles nastily up at Rond, and incants a single magical phrase, disappearing. The 'package' vanishes as well, causing the water Rond is swimming in to collapse into the resultant void, a wave falling on itself.
(Rond, Please make a swimming check against DC 10 or be thrown out of control by the sudden vortex.)
The blue-skinned archer growls, fires one flaming shot at Arien on his carpet, and spins suddenly, releasing a pair of burning shafts across the water to impact heavily in Inimicus' flank.
(Arien, 13hp of damage, Inimicus, 37 points of damage. Please take this into effect next round for concentration checks for casting.)
Tratain's boot just narrowly misses the doppelganger's heel as it bolts out of sight, so he turns and prays for the dispelling of magic. There is a great flash in the advancing ranks of the sea elves, and a hubbub of cries starts up from some of them.
"Noooo! The slavers, watch out for the slavers! The sea devils are behind everything! Kill that accursed malenti!"
The orderly rank of the sea elves advance crumbles, as some of the freed elves immediately turn and grapple the elves who are still charmed, using the short range inside spear length, and the nets some carry to foul the actions of the others. Pandemonium ensues, but at least its not directed towards Feng, Tratain, Setanos and Renik standing only a short distance away.
Setanos turns just in time to see the oddest of sights hurtle out of invisibility about thirty five feet to your right. The fact that someone hurled a glittering silver fish about ten inches long in an apparent sidearm throw towards the group registers as odd for a fraction of a second, until it passes between the gathered party members.
<BOOM>
Tratain, Setanos, Feng, and Renik are engulfed as belt pouches and backpacks explode in five foot radius pulses of lightning.
(A reflex save each, please, at DC: 17. If you fail, 29 pts of lightning damage, half if you succeed.)
Apparently, the fun isn't over, as the sickly grey, scarred doppelganger that ran from Tratain snaps into visibilty in mid charge on Draax. Draax has just enough time to turn to meet its charge as the thing reaches him and levels a flat handed throat chop at Draax, and follows up with a hasted backhand towards Draax's face.
(crit for 18 pts of damage, and the follow up connects for 5 pts. Please make a fort save vs stunning blow at DC: 17).
Currently, the wild mob of grappling and shoving sea elves is about ten foot deep and thirty feet wide about ten feet from the waters edge. The majority of the party is clustered around Tratain about thirty feet from the sea elves, on the other side of the sea, with Draax ten more feet back engaged with a doppelganger. Arien is 260' above Tratain on his carpet. Drawing a direct line out to sea, a hundred and eighty feet, Inimicus is flying and sorely wounded, and Rond is in the water, fighting to stay afloat near the capsized rowboat. The big, blue, ugly archer is about ten feet to the left, and ten feet behind the mob of sea elves, standing in the surf.
(I will send a map sometime tonight.)
Tratain AC 24 HP 32 d20+7=16 4d8(6+5+6+2)+7=26 4d8(1+5+2+5)+17=30 d20+17=21 Monday August 4th, 2003 8:08:59 PM
Tratain Fails to see the Silver Object hurtling towards the party in time to dodge and takes the full brunt of the lightning spell.
Sorely wounded Tratain Casts Cure Critical Wounds Upon Himself (Rolled 21 Vs. DC 19 to cast Defensively) and then runs towards the direction the Silver object came from looking for another invisable attacker.
Draax, AC 21, 56 HP d20+12=23 d20+17=26 d20+12=31 d20+12=16 d8+10=14 d8+10=18 Monday August 4th, 2003 8:42:30 PM
Draax braces himself in time to roll with the scarred one's hits (Fort save 23). The half-elven warrior drops his bow and pulls his Thundersword. He swings at the agile creature (hits AC 26 for 14) and tries for connection with it on his return swing (hits AC 31 not a crit for 18) (total of 32 dmg).
Draax smiles as he thinks about how much lighter his sword feels now that he is wearing the belt that was a gift to him from Bill.
Feng (AC 22, 71 hp) d20+9=26 d20+13=22 d20+8=24 d20+8=16 d20+3=23 d20+3=12 d8+8=15 d6=2 d8+8=9 d2=2 d8+8=9 d6=5 Monday August 4th, 2003 10:24:27 PM
Feng manages to turn away and avoid some of the lightning. Only minorly wounded Feng sees the doppleganger close and engaged with Draax. With the flamming double axe in hand, Feng closes the ten feet.
[hit ac 22 for 17] [hit ac 24 for 11] [miss ac 16] [hit, nat 20 but no crit, for 14]
Inimicus (Giant Octopus) AC 18, HP 5 Tuesday August 5th, 2003 3:59:43 AM
Greviously wounded from the arrows of an opponent, Inimicus is barely able to keep himself in the air. Then a thought hit him, perhaps it would be better if it was thought he was killed by those blows. Feeling this would be the best course of action, Inimicus simply flops into the water and beings to go under, but already he was making his transformation into a creature that would be more handy in such an environment. Hopefully he could give Rond a helping hand if he needed it as well (Full Round Action, Polymorph into Giant Squid).
Renik AC 22 / 23 (Dodge vs Blue Boy) HP 62 d20+15=18 d20+10=30 d20+10=29 2d8(3+6)+10=19 2d6(6+5)=11 d20+10=13 Tuesday August 5th, 2003 5:16:32 AM
Hovering 30 feet over the waves, about halfway between the battle on the beach and the frantic splashing out to sea, Renik focuses once again on the big blue monstrosity.
As Tratain's spell kicks in the cries of the sea elves carry over the ocean to him, and he finally has a name for his foe.
"Malenti, eh? Well, you blue-skinned freak, it's time for your pincushion impersonation!"
And he unleashes two more Holy Arrows at the creature (AC 18, AC 30: Crit: 30 HP).
He glances over at his companions; all he can see of Inimicus, Rond and Usshas is some frantic splashing out to sea (Spot 13), and the battle on the beach seems to have turned into a free-for-all. There is nothing to do now but take this creature down, and pray it releases the remaining sea elves from their spell.
Arien d20+20=35 Tuesday August 5th, 2003 5:36:15 AM
Concentrating against the pain Arien casts Dimension Door to get himself away from the archer.
(760 feet travel, winding up directly above to party as high as I can go, probably around 800 feet up now.)
Rond d20+4=9 Tuesday August 5th, 2003 7:35:13 AM
Swimming by strength alone, Rond is unprepared for the sudden departure of Ussha. Struggling against the vortex, Rond concentrates and tries to swim to the surface.
Setanos (AC 16, HP 52, Endurance[2]) d20+3=21 d20+12=28 d4+1=2 Tuesday August 5th, 2003 7:46:14 AM
Setanos manages to shield himself from the brunt of the blast, but is still singed and scorched.
"This is not going well" he calls out to no one in particular.
Grimicing through the pain, he manages to cast a spell (Concentration check 28 vrs 27 DC), casting an Endurance on himself.
{Endurance(2), 8 extra hitpoints}
A taste of victory - DM Ian d20+13=26 d20+12=16 Tuesday August 5th, 2003 8:02:04 PM
Tratain finishes his curative spell, and sprints towards the location of the fish thrower. As he surges forward, Marcus is revealed again about thirty feet away, a scroll at his feet, in the act of reading yet another scroll. Tratain only crosses part of the distance before Marcus disappears.
Standing nearby, Setanos recognizes the spell incanted as a dimension door spell.
Inimicus drops into the sea and shapeshifts smoothly. Even as Rond flounders, Inimicus is there to lift Rond to the surface. The capsized rowboat is only five or so feet away, and could easily be a refuge.
As Setanos finishes his spell, Draax draws blade, and Feng joins him. Five brutal blows descend on the doppelganger, bursting into thunderous reports and flaming burns, reducing the doppelganger to so much meat at the warrior's feet.
Renik draws careful bead on the archer, and releases again. The archer weaves to the right, dodging the first arrow, but takes the second as a cut across the shoulder. The scarred warrior then shoulders its bow, takes two hasted steps and leaps for the surf, vanishing under its obscuring foam. A fraction of a second later, Renik sees the blue-skinned humanoid swimming quickly away from the shore, and descending. The thing covers almost sixty feet under water, blood streaming from its various wounds as it swims.
Arien retreats upwards, and Setanos casts an endurance spell.
The sea elven mob continues to wrestle and grapple for control of weaponry. At least half of the charmed elves have been freed, and the battle seems to be relatively well matched. One voice rises over the din from the back side of the swirling fight.
"Would be happy to chase that koalinth for you,... have another dispel magic?"
Tratain AC 24 HP 51 2d8(8+4)+7=19 d20+17=26 d20+7=20 Tuesday August 5th, 2003 9:00:46 PM
Tratain Curses as the the Man Dimension Doors away then defensively casts Cure Moderate Wounds upon himself. (Rolled 26 Vs DC 17) He quickly Scans the area looking for any indication of the man.(Spot 20)
Tratain Calls out "I have no more dispel's left Setanos? Arien? do either of you have any spells to help free the remaining sea elves?"
Draax, AC 21, 56 HP Tuesday August 5th, 2003 10:36:56 PM
Draax salutes Feng as he kills the doppelganger. The half-elf turns around to access the situation and stays alert for any other invisible visitors.
Arien (8 hp, AC 21) Wednesday August 6th, 2003 6:05:25 AM
Commanding the carpet to return to earth Arien casts Mage Armor on himself to protect against that archer.
Rond Wednesday August 6th, 2003 9:38:41 AM
Rond struggles to continue to the surface. When he feels a tenctacle wrap around himself he begins to panic with the realization just what I need. When he realizes that the tentacle seems to be helping him, Rond struggles a little less.
Once he punches through to the surface, Rond will breathe a small sigh of relief. Looking around, Rond sizes up what has happend since he went under. "Usshas has disappeared with the package."
Setanos (AC 16, HP 52, Endurance[2]) d20+6=7 Wednesday August 6th, 2003 12:37:26 PM
Setanos moves to the remaining elves, calling out 'I've got no such spell.'. He then shifts his axe in his hands, turning the flat side out and attacking the nearest opponent to him. (Strike for subdual damage, natural 1, miss).
Renik Wednesday August 6th, 2003 5:03:58 PM
The rogue sizes up the situation. Their three main foes have escaped, and all that are left are a bunch of brawling elves on the beach.
He flies back towards the beach, his mouth set in a grim line. They have lost Marcus! And unless they can stop this elven battle they have little chance of capturing any of the culprits. But without the ability to dispel the magic trance that still afflicts half of these elves... he curses softly under his breath. He doesn't even have a viable target any more.
He stows his bow, draws his sap and swoops down towards the scrum on the beach, his heart heavy with failure.
Inimicus (Giant Octopus) AC 18, HP 5 d20=2 d20=6 Wednesday August 6th, 2003 5:07:36 PM
As Inimicus comes to the surface he takes a moment to peer toward the shore, watching the pandemonium of sea elves attempting to restrain sea elves. Knowing he doesn't have a spell that can dispel the magic upon them he is at a loss on what to do next. Beaten to almost nothing he realizes that one more blow could do him in. Attempting to help Rond out he uses some of his tentacles to turn the rowboat back over so that Rond may enter it (I dunno how many Str checks Inimicus gets with 8 tentacles, but I just rolled two Str checks which come out as a 7 and a 11. Inimicus' current strength is 20).
Feng (AC 22, 71 hp) Wednesday August 6th, 2003 5:27:48 PM
Feng gives Draax a light nod and turned his attention back to the battle at hand. With no opponents close, Feng hangs back.
Reforming, and sorting the problem out - DM Ian Wednesday August 6th, 2003 6:56:15 PM
The majority of the group comes together, healing, covering one another with drawn bow, and casting protective spells. Renik heads over to the edge of the milling mass of sea elves, bringing his sap to bear.
Out at sea, Inimicus rights the rowboat casually, and holds it steady for Renik.
As Tratain finishes his curative spell, he looks down and sees the scroll that 'Marcus' left behind, fluttering in the morning breeze.
From their vantage point over the slain doppelganger, Draax and Feng see no other foes, except for the thirty or so sea elves who are still charmed. Most are fighting woodenly, and then abruptly, not fighting at all, collapsing, dropping weapons, and weeping openly at the horror that has befallen them.
The group slowly parts, revealing a middle aged elven man in a torn robe that you remember as one of the cooks from the night before.
"Thank you. Thank you for not killing us all, and rescuing us from mental enslavement."
Draax Wednesday August 6th, 2003 7:53:39 PM
Seeing no more visible enemies, Draax picks up his bow and keeps his distance from the sea-elves. He has been tricked too many times in the last few days to let his guard down so easier.
He turns part of his attention towards the boat out in the water trying to see what is happening with the part of the group that is still in the water.
Tratain d20+2=3 Wednesday August 6th, 2003 11:53:18 PM
Tratain Casts Detect Magic and looks at the scroll from a short distance away attempting to judge if the scroll was left by accident or its some sort of magical trick meant to catch the party unaware. If it seems harmless he will alert the others that he is going to examine it before actually trying to determine what is on it. If all goes well with that he will approach the Sea Elves.
"I'm just glad that my spell worked, that could have been very ugly. To bad most of our enemies escaped, of the 4 we only managed to stop one of them. What can you tell us about what went on here? Who were those people and what were they after?"
Tratain says to his comrades "If the Sea elves are unable to tell us much tomorrow I can attempt to speak with our dead assailent, I will be able to ask 3 questions if the spell is successful and his body is not too damaged to speak, what do you all think about doing that?"
Tratain also try's to figure out if Domi or Gargaul would object to his casting of the spell.(3 Knowledge Religion)
Renik Thursday August 7th, 2003 6:54:43 AM
Putting away his weapons Renik approaches the elf who spoke.
"We are fortunate no-one was killed sir, but I am sorry that our attackers managed to escape with such light losses. And, unless I miss my guess, they have Marcus, though whether alive or dead I cannot say. What can you tell us of the background to this duplicity? Can you give us any clue as to where these foul shapeshifters, Usshas and their blue-skinned companion may have gone?"
Rond Thursday August 7th, 2003 7:55:34 AM
Stepping forward to speak to the elves, Rond forgets that he doesn't have to speak for the group. Stopping and letting Renik do all the talking Rond points out, " Though we do have a possible way to talk to him, if he's conscious."
(ooc Rond may technically still have the coin, but in my recent conversion I may have lost it off my sheet.)
Setanos (AC 16, HP 52, Endurance[2]) Thursday August 7th, 2003 9:05:19 AM
Relaxing slightly after seeing the rest of the elves taken care of, Setanos makes his way over to Tratain. "Careful brother, could be dark magics here, as you well know."
Inimicus HP 5 Thursday August 7th, 2003 5:23:57 PM
Swimming back over near the rest of the party the giant octipus slowly polymorphs itself back into the wet and beaten form of Inimicus. He takes a few steps toward the party and falls onto his back. It is clear he has sustained massive blood loss from the wounds on his body. Staring up at the sky he manages to say, "I'm alive...barely. Ouch...". He tilts his head up slightly looking for Vahm, "Vahm...you around? Gotta put my organs back into my body..." he manages to say before his head just flops back onto the ground.
Revelations - Dm Ian 3d8(4+3+2)+7=16 Thursday August 7th, 2003 6:54:26 PM
Draax scans the area carefully, an arrow still nocked in his bow, as Inimicus and Rond fight their way ashore. Coming jogging down the shore to rejoin the party is Vahm, dragging Abram behind him.
Vahm releases Abram about thirty feet from the party, and makes a beeline directly to Inimicus, chanting a cure serious wounds prayer to Flower. (16 hp healing).
(Spot check please Draax)
Tratain thinks that Gargul wouldn't mind a speak with dead spell, as long as the intentions of such a spell were honorable, and in line with Gargul's preferences. Further, Tratain's detection of magic reveals no magic on the scroll. A careful viewing reveals the following text.
"You have come this far... don't stop now. You have only begun to realize the depth of the punishment for your crimes, for your desecration. We have your spymaster. I wonder what he will tell us under torture.
If you look to the north, you will see a promontory. At the end of that piece of land, there is an entrance down into the caves Marcus thought to find his sunken ship in. We will be awaiting your company there. If you do not come to meet us, or mask your position with non-detection, you might as well return to your precious Hamlet and prepare to defend it from the pure wrath of the angered sea."
Feng finds that the fallen doppelganger has a scroll, a dagger, and a small beltpouch on his belt.
Renik's questions to the elves are eagerly answered by the elven cook.
"We didn't know about the infiltrator until too late. We are a nomadic people, and didn't question Usshas closely enough before we were all subjected to the mass charm spell from its... master. We never saw it. It just came near the shore, and spoke in that grating, thunderous voice, that voice that would linger in your ears for days..."
The man collects himself and continues.
"To late, we found that Usshas is a malenti, a sahuagin mutant that is born to appear a sea elf. He is also a wizard of capable study. He spoke from time to time about his holy mission to the doppelgangers, Max and Ibble. The other one, the archer, was a new arrival. I shudder to think why sahuagin are employing mercenaries of the doppelganger and koalinth peoples. They must have some grand design."
"All I know, is that Marcus was headed out to the promontory by that map he had. If this was their plan from the beginning, perhaps the sea devils are using the caves at the promontory point, where the wrecked ship lays. The caves are only partially water filled, depending on the tide, and can be entered from underwater, or from above, on the promontory."
"I'm sorry we don't know more."
Draax d20+3=23 Thursday August 7th, 2003 8:00:49 PM
Still not trusting the situation Draax scans the area looking for anything out of the ordinary (spot check natural 20).
Tratain Thursday August 7th, 2003 11:52:01 PM
Tratain Says "Renik, when do you wish to leave to go find Marcus, tomorrow I can cast the spell and hopefully we will have the answers to 3 questions, does anyone have any suggestions as to what we want to know?"
Tratain pulls Abram aside and says, "Are you comming with us to help or are you going to stay here, now is the time to choose, which will it be, The Path of Courage, or The Path of Fear."
Rond Friday August 8th, 2003 7:03:57 AM
"Having dopplegangers involved, I still wonder whether they actually have Marcus or not. Obviously they can look like him. And maybe he's trapped, or still exploring the area. For all we know this could have been a ploy to intercept us and pull us away from Marcus. Whoever this is that is scrying could be scrying on Marcus too, and trying to time everything.
Do we have anyway to keep checking on this invisibility stuff? I woudln't be surprised if someone might still be checking on us."
Seeing Tratain pull Abram aside, Rond frowns for a second. Rond thinks, I hope they're not pestering him too badly. I can understand some of his hesitation. My first few months working for Marcus was not easy. Throw in a douse of doubt about your call to life, and it must be really hard to figure out what you want to do. Maybe I should keep Abram with me, and show him some of what the forest has to offer. Maybe the peace of the forest can offer him something for his troubled mind.
Renik d20+10=27 Friday August 8th, 2003 5:52:34 PM
The rogue looks to his companions. They are wounded, exhausted, many of their spells gone. The fight has taken a great deal out of them. But if the note is to be believed, Marcus could be under torture even as they speak. Can they afford to wait? It is an agonizing decision. On the one hand resting gives them a far greater chance of success. But on the other if they don't act quickly Marcus may be subjected to unspeakable torment, and the secrets the spymaster holds may be at risk.
"Rond, it may well be a ruse. My own suspicion is that Marcus may already be dead. But can we afford to take the risk? If there is a possibility that Marcus is captured with his secrets (and ours) at risk, we have to try and save him. The only question is do we rest first, or move out at once? Healing is not really a problem. I have some potions, and I'm sure the rest of you do too. Our real concern is spells. Do our spellcasters have enough reserves to launch an assault at once? Let us not forget, their spellcasters must be depleted to some degree also. But Tratain's spell could be very useful. It would certainly help to find out if either route is trapped, if Marcus is truly their captive, or how many enemy await us." He awaits the casters' response. As an afterthought he says "Oh, Arien, could you check to see what that scroll is that the dead doppelganger was carrying?"
He paces up and down, his mind racing. Looking to the elves he says "You offered before to help track down and destroy this Malenti, your racial enemy. Will you join us now?"
He peers about, trying to make sure no scrying portal is eavesdropping on his conversation (Spot 27), then if all is clear he continues "Perhaps we could launch a two pronged assault, yourselves from underwater, our party from above. I would welcome your thoughts."
Turning back to his companions he says "Well my friends? Who thinks we should attack at once, and who is for resting long enough to replenish our spells?"
Arien (AC 21, HP 8) Friday August 8th, 2003 7:03:11 PM
Wincing in pain Arien retrieves the scroll Renik indicated and casts Read Magic after which he looks at the scroll.
Decision time - Dm Ian 2d8(5+4)+7=16 3d8(5+8+3)+7=23 Friday August 8th, 2003 8:22:38 PM
Draax and Renik see nothing out of the ordinary in or around the party.
Arien picks up the scroll, incants read magic, and finds the scroll to be a scroll of dimension door.
Vahm casts a cure moderate on Inimicus before moving over to Arien and casting another cure serious wounds prayer to Flower.
(16hp cured on Inimicus, 23 hp cured on Arien)
Abram replies to Tratain, "What would have me do? What foe can I best as I am? Do you have some method for me to recover my... courage?"
The sea elven cook looks over his amassed people, over women, adolescents, and replies, "A few of us could go with you while the non-combatants get away to some safe location. We aren't experienced warriors, but we will try to do what you need."
Seven of the male elves pick up spears and nets again, and move to stand with their new leader.
Tratain Saturday August 9th, 2003 12:13:51 PM
Tratain Says to Abram "Come with us when we go to the caves to save Marcus tomorrow, if you are not able to fight along side us then direct the Sea Elves if you are able, they will need guidence. I am afraid I am not yet a powerful enough cleric to help you through magic means. Perhapse when this is done Domi will grant me the strength to help you, if you are willing. You will not forget what happened, but your deeds will not weigh so heavily upon you."
Tratain then leaves Abram with his thoughts, thinking to himself, "Perhapse I have been to hard on him, I believe he wants help, but I am at a loss as to what i can do."
Tratain walks over to Renik and says "I am in favor of waiting until tomorrow, I agree that healing will not be a problem, but if we leave now we have no means of fighting them if they are invisible again, and I can no longer dispel any of thier magical enhancements. Waiting until tomorrow will also give us some added information which may be of some value."
Tratain then Heals whoever is still in need of healing. Spells Available for healing 1x 3d8+7; 3x 2d8+7; 4x 1d8+5, Roll the healing in your post if you need it and I will mark off the spell
Carl: Adventurer's Repose Sunday August 10th, 2003 7:53:32 AM
I'm still in need of Adventurer's Repose entries for Tratain, Setanos and Inimicus. Please mail me these ASAP to carl_white at zen.co.uk.
Draax, AC 21, 76 HP 2d8(8+5)+7=20 Sunday August 10th, 2003 12:33:14 PM
Draax takes Tratain's offer of healing ((2d8+7) for 20 hp) and thanks him for the help. When they are away from the sea-elves Draax give his opinion of the situation.
"I would rather not take any of the sea-elves with us unless it is just as a guide. It is obvious that we are walking into a trap and they have already been charmed by the enemy. I would hate to take them with us and then have to kill them in self-defense. I also wish that there was someplace that we could leave Abram, this is not the situation where I would want to drag him along in hope that he will find his courage. And knowing nothing of this village I don't think we should leave him here. So I guess bringing him with us is the only real solution.
I have two potions of water breathing, but I think we are going to need more. The last time we when into the water we borrowed water breathing devices from some of the town people. I don't think we have time to get those devices again, but lets find out if the sea-elves have anything useful. Does anyone have any spells that could help?"
Inimicus HP 42 d8+5=8 Monday August 11th, 2003 2:19:57 AM
Inimicus greatly thanks Vahm for his help. With his regained strength he picks himself up and dusts off his clothing. Shaking the sand out of his hair he listens to what everyone else has to say. Finally he chimes in, "Well I want answers myself. I can change myself into something that can handle water relatively well, but I do not have a spell for anyone else. What I DO have, however, is the ability to boost someone elses spell for the ability to breathe water. I can make it more powerful so it will last longer, this way it can be divided among more people."
Inimicus is also happy to accent Tritain's healing to finish himself up. Coming that close to death was relatively unsettling and it was good to know what it felt like to be at full health again.
Setanos (AC 16 HP 52/80, Endurance[2]) Monday August 11th, 2003 7:34:20 AM
"I agree with Trat, we'll be needin all our strength for this battle. A fine and glorious charge is a good death, but a run as we are be suicide."
Setanos then tends to his axe and shield, wiping it free of the brine and generally tending to them.
Feng Monday August 11th, 2003 9:21:23 AM
Abram's question snaps Feng out of his daze. He had been thinking about Marcus and the dopplegangers. There was no way of knowing if they actually had Marcus. Wasn't it supposed to be difficult to catch a spymaster?
"Abram, having courage does not mean one has no fear. Courage is doing something regardless of the fear. Besides you will never be what you once were by sitting at home."
Renik Monday August 11th, 2003 12:40:03 PM
The rogue nods, taking in all suggestions. He paces up and down nervously.
"Aye, you're right. We'll rest here tonight, with guards posted, then assault the promontory at daybreak. We are simply too depleted. We just have to pray Marcus holds out. Assuming they really have him, or that he's alive if they do.
And if we can have water breathing magics all well and good, but I don't want to rely too heavily on them; I don't fancy having my water breathing dispelled in the middle of an underwater battle. If we can keep the fight on dry land we will retain at least some small advantage.
This time I want us ready for the fight. Defensive spells in place before we go in. I want plenty of Dispel magics available. Enlarge, Bull's Strength, Cat's Grace; warriors, shout out your requests so the spellcasters can prepare the appropriate spells. If anyone can prepare Cat's Grace that would suit me fine.
Tratain, your speak to dead spell may prove handy. Any suggestions for questions anyone?
In fact any suggestions for tactics and battleplans, shout them out now. If we can get a good idea of what we face, then hopefully we can prepare ourselves accordingly.
As for you elves, I leave the decision up to you; do you want to join our battle, or would you rather defend your kinfolk, ready to move out in case we fail? Either way, if you could draw us a map of the area we'll be attacking, that would be extremely useful."
The normally cheerful and lighthearted rogue's face looks drawn and pale. He seems altogether more serious than before he assumed leadership; the burden is proving a heavy one for Renik.
Preparing to camp - Dm Ian Monday August 11th, 2003 7:41:28 PM
The new elven leader draws Renik, and a few of the other side.
"We owe you thanks, and what assistance we can, for your aid. At the same time, my people are beaten, grieving and homeless. If you ask it, we will accompany you, but my heart would also see my people removed to some safer place. The choice, is yours."
Vahm looks over the group discussing, grabs Abram, and says, "We will set up a camp up in the treeline away from the waves. That way, we rest on our own terms." With his, he and Abram begin trudging up the beach.
Any additional preparation before the night?
Tratain Monday August 11th, 2003 8:51:49 PM
Tratain says "I think it would be best if we left the sea elves out of the comming battle, their hearts are in the right place but I believe they will probably just end up getting killed or hurt if we bring them."
Tratain Takes gets his sleep early and stands watch the rest of the night. If the night passes without incident, in the mourning he casts speak with dead, but only after getting everyone to search for a scrying sensor, any information that may be found would be less usefull if the enemy knows we have it he thinks.
Feng Monday August 11th, 2003 9:54:08 PM
"We must take this journey alone. Whatever is out there is after us. These people are victims. Since we are heading out into the water, heavy armor may be a burden. However not wearing it may prove just as fatal." Feng says unsure of what to do.
Rond Tuesday August 12th, 2003 12:07:27 AM
Rond scouts out the local area so that he can compare in the mornging and see if anything has changed.
Setanos (AC 16 HP 46/72 ) Tuesday August 12th, 2003 7:39:02 AM
Setanos offers to stand watch with Tratain. If not he'd prefer last watch. He listens to the requests for spells, and tries to incorporate them into his morning preparations. He also see's if there is any healers with the ability to heal his wounds.
Arien d8+5=11 Tuesday August 12th, 2003 1:58:12 PM
Arien is healed up completely by one last spell from Tratain, thanking the cleric Arien walks over to Renik and says, "As an elf I need only four hours of rest to refresh myself so I could go into trance now and be ready for the rest of the night, after I prepare my spells of course. I also have this carpet so I could spend the watch up in the air to get a better vantage point."
Renik d20+25=33 d20+10=17 d20+10=25 Tuesday August 12th, 2003 4:36:43 PM
"Very well" agrees the rogue after listening to the sea elf's words. "Keep your people safe and guard them well. All I ask is that you provide us with any intelligence you have on the promontory before we leave you. A map would be ideal. And if you could assist us in keeping watch this night, allowing us rest before the battle, you would have my gratitude."
Renik nods at Arien's words. "A good plan my friend. I will take first watch, then you can relieve me."
The rogue scouts the area until he finds a suitable hiding place (Hide 33), then keeps a close eye on the companions and the surrounding area, keeping an eye out for any sign of movement (Spot 17, Listen 25).
Draax Tuesday August 12th, 2003 4:38:32 PM
Draax will take the watch with Arien or any other watch period that is assigned to him.
"I am not familiar with the talk to the dead spell and do not really have any idea of what questions to ask. One thing I am curious about and that is if Marcus is still alive. We must assume that he is, so I would not waste a question on it, but if you have an extra question I would like to know that one."
Looking over at the sea-elves Draax says, "Whether the sea people accompany us or not, someone should be sent to warn the town. By the words of our adversary it is obvious that this thing has something personal against us, but it might be pulling us away from the hamlet for other reasons. It is probably just my paranoia speaking, but it never hurt to be on the safe side."
Draax asks that someone prepares a Cat's Grace spell for him when needed.
A quiet before the storm - Dm Ian d8+7=11 d8+7=15 d8+7=15 d8+7=12 Tuesday August 12th, 2003 6:04:15 PM
The night passes quietly, uneventfully. Several of the sea elves cannot sleep after the events of the day, and walk loose circles a hundred feet or so outside your camp, talking in pairs or trios. Several of them can also been seen going up and down the beach in the surf, clearly keep watch there as well.
Tratain performs his prayer, and questioning, over the mangled corpse of the Doppelganger.
Vahm takes an opportunity to cast several curative prayers on Draax, restoring him to full health.
(Rond, intelligence check please).
In the morning, Vahm and Abram break camp with the help of the sea elves. With this extra time, the party stows their equipment in preparation for battle. In the process of doing so, about half of the group (Arien, Renik, Inimicus, and Vahm) find odd slips of parchement inscribed with faintly glowing glyphs tucked away in their packs, and stuck to the bottom of potion vials in their pouches. They are easily recognized as glyphs of warding, but don't detonate for some reason when discovered, or handled.
Tratain 3d8(8+2+4)+7=21 d8+5=8 d20+7=15 Tuesday August 12th, 2003 6:40:20 PM
In the mourning Tratain Heals Setanos back to full health and then prays for new spells for the Day. He looks about trying to see if the group is being spied Upon(Spot 15), then casts the Speak with Dead spell. He asks his 3 questions and returns with some Information. Ibble is a grey skinned doppelganger who is skeletally thin, unscarred, about five foot five, and bears a shortsword. He has a tendency to fidget when in disguise, and is very steathy. Ibble fights on the flank, and can be very effective when invisible. He goes after wounded targets to cause them to go down faster.
Urtag is a scarred, seven foot tall koalinth. He is a pit fighter who uses a bastard sword, and a flaming mighty composite longbow. He wears leather armor, and is the pinnacle of discipline under fire. Urtag is a close up brawler who can supply missile support. He will lead a charge, or plug a breach.
Usshas is a malenti wizard. He looks like a sea elf, but is really a sahuagin mutant. He studies obsessively from a spellbook, and follows the orders of Malachi with religious fervor. He wears a blue oiled silk robe, and carries a knife. Usshas is more likely to prepare other targets than participate directly in the fight, although he will use tactics designed to soften up groups of enemies before the battle is joined.
Malachi is a sahuagin high priestess. She is a charismatic leader of her people, and immensely strong. She bears a trident and fights with it well. She is a light green color across her skin, with blackish tips to her webbing and fins. Malachi will lead from a distance and empower her troops as much as possible before joining the fight. Once joining the fight, she will fight alongside Xaal.
Xaal is a six and a half foot, four armed sahuagin mutant tattooed all over his body. The images display images of surface dwellers being sacrificed on altars or butchered in battle. He wears a fighting harness with twelve javelins slung about, and some rune etched bracers. He is quiet, and fanatical. He is deep green of skin, with black fins and webbing. Xaal will soften targets at range, and will close to stop the advance of enemy warriors. He fights four handed with javelins, and may utilize the javelins of lightning we bought in the Catacombs.
The slaves may or may not be there.
The Hidden Master has a deep, thunderous voice, and his words bring both fear and instant obedience. He is very intelligent, planning the actions of his mercenary troops, and maintaining a powerful information network with his slaves.
When the Glyphs of Warding are Discovered Tratain Examines all of his belongings meticulously looking for one among his own equipment and anything else that does not belong to him. He says "Very clever, everyone should go through thier gear and make sure our enemies haven't left us any other surprises."
Draax Tuesday August 12th, 2003 8:29:16 PM
Draax thanks Vahm for the healing and then takes Tain's advice and carefully goes through his gear looking for any items that have glyphs inscribed on them.
Setanos Wednesday August 13th, 2003 9:21:57 AM
Thankful for the healing, Setanos listens to Tratains words, thinking about comming fight. He takes the time to examine all his equipment carefully.
After that, he settles down with his spell book, studying the spells he will need for the comming battle. Then he sees about some breakfast.
Rond d20+1=15 Wednesday August 13th, 2003 9:43:50 AM
(Int check =15)
Rond will do his best to help the group pack up. Not knowing what to expect in the morning, Rond goes down to the beach and experiments with the coloring of his pants in see how he can blend in with the beach and local area.
Renik d20+2=7 Wednesday August 13th, 2003 3:07:36 PM
The rogue listens with great interest to what the dead Doppelganger has to say. "Well, we certainly know a bit more about our foes. They sound a formidable lot. We'll need to be well prepared to take them. Setanos, if you could cast extended Cat's Grace on me I'd be grateful. How long does that last?
Well, I guess we'll have to play this by ear, but we obviously need to take down their spellcasters hard and fast. Any suggestions for strategies?"
He examines the glyphs with a puzzled frown. "Now how on earth did these get here? Who had the opportunity to place them? And if they don't expode when we touch them, could they have been placed bt an ally? Yet another mystery."
The rogue wracks his brains trying to figure it out (Int 7), but draws a blank.
Searching for more pieces - DM Ian Wednesday August 13th, 2003 6:50:24 PM
No additional glyphs, or out of place items are found, after a thorough search of the packs.
During the search, Abram looks up, and his flat expression breaks for a moment to reveal a taste of rage.
"The disease. If they've been watching for so long, why would they disease a group with a priest and several paladins? Thats when the glyphs got added. The plague was just a cover to divert attention."
The epiphany nudges Ronds memories... being watched,... yes thats it! The answers to the speaking with dead mentions one of the doppelgangers is called Ibble, details about the one called Xaal includes javelins of lightning from the Catacombs. Rond remembers the individual who was in the catacombs when he first went in to inquire about his white dragon teeth and skin. A human, named Ibble, with a nervous tick and a laudry list of weapons to buy from the Catacombs, including javelins of lightning.
After listening to the party begin to discuss, Vahm takes a break to memorize prayers to aid the group.
Feng Wednesday August 13th, 2003 10:58:46 PM
All of this news is most interesting to the half-orc. Every answer leads to another question. Questions that seem to dispute each other.
"I think it is a possibility that they didn't know who we were. They may have captured Marcus but that doesn't mean they knew about us. Considering the disease was cured quickly in those it affected, it wasn't even a good distraction. Think about this, what do we all know about Marcus? I know that he is a good man that does what he can in the world and that's about it. How many people does he employ in the wold? Regardless if they have Marcus or not, we have to deal with them."
Tratain Thursday August 14th, 2003 12:11:57 AM
Tratain Says "I would leave the glyphs here, there always the chance that they will attempt to trigger them when we encounter them. They do sound like a rather formidable bunch, it will be very important that we work together. Attacking the same targets and taking out our enemies quickly, or seperating them so they are not all together to act as a cohesive group."
Tratain followes Renik when he decides its time to travel to the caves. ----------------------------------------------- 0 level: Cure Minor Woundsx2; Detect Magicx3; Read Magic 1st Level: Bless; Sheild of Faith; Random Action; Prot. From Evilx2;(Sanctuary) 2nd Level: Bull's Strength; Darkness; Silence; Remove Paralysis;(Spiritual Weapon) 3rd Level: Speak With Dead<>; Dispel Magicx2;(Protection from Elements) 4th Level: Freedom of Movement; Dimensional Anchor;(Spell Immunity)
Rond Thursday August 14th, 2003 9:00:04 AM
Remembering his visit to the catacombs Rond comemnts, " I was visiting the catacombs when Ibble was doing some purchasing there. Though I didn't get a chance to converse with him, he recognized me as soon as I stepped into the catacombs. So I don't think you're right Feng. I think they are well aware of who we are. Ibble was buying a whole bunch of weapons at the catacombs. But the only thing that comes to mind right now is Javelins of lightning.
As to the glyphs, has anyone asked the sea elves? I might wonder whether they might be trying to help us out, but they didn't want to be obvious about it. Is there anyway to tell how long the glyphs have been formed/alive or when they were created?"
When Renik asks for ideas, " I think we're going to be really challenged for any real tactics. Until we can get an idea of what we have for terrain, and how many people, it's going to be hard to say. I'd imagine we're going to have to give our front line fighters as much assistance as we can. Because they are going to have to stay up and fighting while others try to flush out any traps and what not. And that is not including the dangers that we may face about getting there in the first place.
Did you want to try talking to Marcus via the coin real quick?"
Setanos Thursday August 14th, 2003 9:56:36 AM
Setanos prepares as best he can, seeing to his equipment after studying his spells for the day.
"Yeah, leave the glyphs here. No need to have em used against us."
After finishing his preperations, he lets the group know he's ready to go.
Renik d20+10=25 d20+10=17 Thursday August 14th, 2003 9:56:37 AM
Nodding, Renik takes out the coin and attempts to communicate with Marcus.
As he waits for a response he calls over the Elven leader, and asks again: "Please, any map or information you can supply on our battleground will be invaluable. Are their any obvious ambush sites? Anything else we should know?"
The rogue sits in silence for a few minutes, deep in thought. Then he takes out a parchment and begins to scribble furiously on it.
After some minutes he sets it down and says with a nervous smile "OK, let's assign targets and work out some spellcasting. That way we'll all know what everyone else is up to, and we should avoid too much confusion. And we can get all our spells in place before we engage."
Before he continues he gets up and searches carefully for any sign of a scrying portal or invisible eavesdropper (Spot 25, Listen 17). Once he is certain they are not being spied upon he continues;
"I'll head for Malachi. We need to take the spellcasters down first, and she's the leader. If we can take her out we may disrupt their group strategy. Setanos, I'd like Cat's Grace and Shield if you can spare it. Arien, I'll need Improved Invisibility. Then I'll fly in and attack up close, hopefully undetected, and fly out if things start to get too hairy. If she goes down I'll move on to Usshas.
Rond and Feng, as you don't have long range weapons you'll need to close with their warriors quickly. Rond, you take Urtag and Feng you take Xaal. They'll be hitting you with their ranged attacks, so close them down quickly. Setanos, Cat's Grace and Shield for Rond and Bull's Strength for Feng please. Arien, Extended Shield and Enlarge for Feng. Maybe mirror image for Feng also? He's our most powerful warrior, so we need to keep him healed and fighting above anyone else. And if you use True Strike on anyone, Setanos, use it on Feng When he hits people they know about it!
Draax, you target Usshas with your bow. You have Holy arrows; use them. We need to take those spellcasters down quickly. Setanos, Cat's Grace for Draax. If he falls move on to Malachi.
Arien, you're on Malachi to start with. Remember I'll be going in close and invisible, so if you want to fireball her, make sure you do it before I get there! I figure you should have a spare Extended shield and mage armor for yourself. You're on offensive spell duty against both their casters.
Setanos, you're on support. Keep firing out those shields and buff spells, and mirror image and true strike certainly won't hurt if you get the chance. Don't forget to Shield and Mage armor up too.
Tratain, I want you to take care of Ibble. Find a way to get around his invisibility, and take him out. If you get a chance Protection from evil will be handy. Also dropping a silence spell on either of their spellcasters wouldn't hurt. And of course we'll need you to be on healing duty when things look grim.
Inimicus, I'm least sure of your talents. If you can assist one of the other spellcasters let's decide how now. You mentioned you were a scrying expert: if we could check out the lay of the land or even spy on our foes that would be good. It wouldn't hurt to tun the tables a little! Otherwise it's down to you what role you play.
Vahm and Abram, if you're coming with us, please provide whatever healing or other support you can.
OK, we all know what we're supposed to do. Arien and Setanos, I'll leave it to you to decide when the best time is to cast your support spells. You are better versed in spell durations than I. But I'll need that Improved Invisibility before we make contact with them.
Right. If anyone has any questions or suggestions let's have them now. Better we get things decided now than in the middle of the fight!"
He grins suddenly, and the lighthearted scoundrel suddenly shines through from behind the serious mask the rogue has been wearing of late. "Of course, it will probably go nothing like we expect, and we'll need a completely new plan 10 seconds in. But that's life!"
Arien Thursday August 14th, 2003 1:51:21 PM
"Well I can easily provide you with the invisibilty Renik and I have some potions that I'll set out for anyone to grab if they want, however the shield spell only effects the caster. I also have a scroll of Dispel Magic cast by a very powerful mage so I could open with that since I suspect that they will be buffed by their wizard." Arien pauses a moment and retrieves the potions he mentioned earlier. He sets them on the ground before him and says,
"Alright what we have here are several potions that will help us out in combat. First we have a potion that will make you tougher to kill for awhile, I suggest this one goes to one of our upfront fighters. Secondly, a potion that will make you go as fast as I can when I activate my boots. Next we have a potion that will let you fly, always handy; and finally our last potion will make you smarter for awhile. For those who can cast arcane spells I have a few scrolls as well that I'll give you. As I mentioned earlier I have a scroll of dispel magic, I also have however 2 scrolls of silence and a scroll of fireball."
"Finally I have two spells that will make weapons more powerfull. One will last for nine hours the other for eighteen hours. I'll cast these on whomever wants them."
OOC: Potion of Haste, Potion of Endurance, Potion of Flight, Potion of Intelligence, Scroll of Fireball (5th level caster) Scroll of Silence (20th level caster), Scroll of Silence (10th level caster), and a scroll of Dispel Magic (20th level caster)
Draax Thursday August 14th, 2003 4:41:59 PM
Draax nods his head in agreement as Renik give out assignments. "Good idea, but only you and Rond have the holy arrows."
When the elven leader is finished supplying Renik with the requested information, Draax will ask him if he has any idea about the glyphs.
More Preparations - Dm Ian Thursday August 14th, 2003 7:29:48 PM
The leader of sea elves listens quietly to the various questions posed, and responds, "The promontory goes out perhaps a mile, and the end is a hill overlooking the sea. At the base of the hill on the promontory is a series of caves leading in and down to just below the water line. I've not been out there for some years, and the water would have surely made the lower caves a bit larger. I'd expect the lower caves to be at least partially water filled."
"As for glyphs, thats beyond my knowledge."
Vahm returns to the party from his prayers and says, "I have a number of healing prayers and endurance prayers available, but wanted to offer another alternative."
Stepping closer, he says, "Marcus was my employer too. I want to see his kidnappers punished, but I also don't want to get trapped in there if the sea elves are charmed again and brought in behind us. My thought was, I could lead the sea elves away, scan them for charm magic on a regular basis, and if they turn on my, escape under a sanctuary prayer. Thoughts?"
Abram listens to this all, and moves over to Tratain.
"I want to go with you", is all he says.
Renik Friday August 15th, 2003 2:24:09 AM
"Rond, you said before you had no bow. Could you let Draax have your Holy arrows for this battle? I have three left, and I may well want to use them if my invisibilty is blown and I need to pull back.
Arien, I certainly wouldn't say no to that Haste potion, if no-one else is going to use it. Though maybe it would be better to give it to Draax, that way he could really lay down some serious missile fire. Yes, Draax, you take it."
He nods thoughtfully at Vahm's comment. "You have a point. We could use your healing, but we don't want to get caught between two forces. Fine, lead them away from here, and at speed. That way even if they are somehow charmed again, it will take them a long while to reach us."
Renik says nothing at Abram's words, but smiles to himself quietly. The man is showing all the signs of... courage.
The rogue waits for everyone to comment on the plans. Unless there are any major questions he says;
"OK, get your gear and let's move out."
Tratain Friday August 15th, 2003 2:53:01 PM
Tratain nods to Abram and prepares to follow Renik when he decides it is time to leave.
Preparations continue - Dm Ian Friday August 15th, 2003 6:54:58 PM
(In light of power outages and postings, I'll extend this posting until Monday. Renik and Tratain, please feel free to post again.)
Draax Sunday August 17th, 2003 10:19:07 AM
Draax makes his preparations for the up coming battle as he listens to Renik's instructions. He runs an oiled rag over his weapons and bow string and then checks his supplies.
Draax is somewhat surprised and relieved that Abram has shown that he still has a spine. He hopes that this adventure might help the ex-paly begin to find the rest of his backbone.
Feng Sunday August 17th, 2003 9:06:10 PM
Feng finds himself going through an all too familiar routine. He polishes his axe and armor. He checks the straps a few times, an oulet for all the nervous energy. Like always he wonders if this will be the last time he goes through this routine.
Setanos Monday August 18th, 2003 7:22:44 AM
Setanos takes a few moments to pray for the protection and safety of all the party. He then checks his weapon and shield, and readies himself for the task ahead.
Rond Monday August 18th, 2003 11:09:28 AM
"I have 9 of those arrows that I can give up Renik."
Rond listens, and doesn't comment right away on Renik's plan. "Go after Urtag. Okay. What should we do as a fall back plan, if they happen to blow us away, or do something unexpected?"
Renik Monday August 18th, 2003 11:51:36 AM
The rogue grins rather sheepishly at Rond. "Things will almost certainly not go as planned. The one thing we should fully expect is the unexpected. This is just Plan A. If things go badly, we'll make up Plan B as we go along. Like I say, I give Plan A about 10 seconds, but that may be generous. They've had plenty of time to prepare the land, set up traps, hiding places and so on. This is robably going to be unpleasant. If I go down you call the shots Rond."
The rogue checks his blades for nicks for the umpteenth time.
Then, thinking how easy it had been for someone to get at the gear in his pack, he transfers everything to the pockets of his Pants of Plenty. As an afterthought he changes the Pants to a natty black snakekin with red piping.
Onto the promontory, and into the grasp of danger
Up the beach, and onto the promontory - Dm Ian d20=7 Monday August 18th, 2003 9:10:52 PM
The party marches away from their campsite, to the muted well-wishing of the elves, and a cheeky smile and salute from Vahm.
Passing up the beach, the party climbs a steep slope up to the forested peninsula jutting out into the bay. At the top of the slope, Rond finds a trade road touching the base of the promontory that apparently runs up and down the coast. He also finds traces of the passage of a wagon train perhaps two weeks before. The wagon wheels leave the road at about the point Rond found them, and head towards a nearby copse of trees.
Perhaps the merchanters camped there, but if so, why no tracks outward?
Tratain Monday August 18th, 2003 10:29:38 PM
Tratain will carefully approach the copse of trees if it is decided that the group should investigate them. He says "We should be carefull, there may be ambushes in store for us in order to weaken us for the final confrontation with the hidden master and his mercenaries."
Draax Monday August 18th, 2003 11:25:55 PM
Draax readies his bow and will slowing move toward the trees if that is what the group decides to do.
Setanos d20+7=26 d20+7=8 Tuesday August 19th, 2003 7:32:22 AM
Axe in hand, Setanos moves forward with the group. He looks and listens for anything out of place. (Spot 26, Listen 8)
Rond Tuesday August 19th, 2003 11:31:28 AM
Noting where the wagon wheels turn off and the obvious signs that the wagon did not turn back on to the road. Rond drops back and informs the part of what he finds. "I can step ahead and take a look if you want." Rond looks to Renik to make the decision as to how the group will move.
If directed to move on alone, he'll do his best to move in undetected. (MS and HS. currently not at home, no access to sheet)
Renik d20+10=26 d20+25=42 d20+10=25 d20+10=29 Tuesday August 19th, 2003 2:53:15 PM
"Aye Rond, scout ahead, and keep out of sight. I've got your back. But before we do, I want those long lasting spells in place. Anything that's going to remain in place for an hour or more, let's get it cast now. Cat's Grace for me please, and whatever else will last for everyone else. This could be a diversion, a red herring or a trap. Let's be prepared."
Renik waits for the casters to cast their relevent spells, then follows Rond at a distance of about 30ft, indicating to the others to keep back another 30ft or so as they advance. He too moves as softly as he can (Move Silent 31, Hide 42, Spot 25, Listen 29). His swords are drawn.
Arien (21 AC) Tuesday August 19th, 2003 6:42:42 PM
Arien casts several spells to prepare the group, extended Mage Armor for himself and an Extended greater magic weapon on Feng's Axe as well as a normal greater magic weapon on Draax's arrows.
(Extended Magic Weapon and Mage Armor will both last 18 hours, the non extended will last for 9 hours.)
An unfortunate discovery - Dm Ian Tuesday August 19th, 2003 7:26:14 PM
Rond leads the cautious approach to the copse that stands sentry on your path onward. As he gets within thirty feet of the treeline, the smells of the sea and trees nearby begins to be overwhelmed by the undeniable taint of rotting flesh.
Quietly finding a vantage point to look inward, Rond sees a clearing covered in devastation. A caravan had indeed stopped here, but has been reduced to smoking remains, with two of the wagons tipped on their sides, and one shattered seemingly by fire from within.
Scattered about are dead and bloating bodies. They are probably human, but you would have to get closer to find out.
Feng Tuesday August 19th, 2003 10:20:20 PM
On horseback, Feng concentrates and tries to feel the presence of evil nearby. Whatever evil did this may be waiting.
Draax Tuesday August 19th, 2003 11:09:11 PM
Draax nods his head in thanks to Arien for the magical assistant to his weapon. He stand by with his bow ready waiting to see if any other surprises are waiting for them.
Tratain Tuesday August 19th, 2003 11:58:07 PM
Tratain says "I think only Feng and I should approach the bodies, there is always the chance that there is some form of disease present on the dead bodies. If it is ok Renik, I will approach the bodies with Feng to attempt to determine what happened. I would appreciate you and the others being ready to come to our aid if this is some sort of trick. I would like to gather up the bodies either now or after we have confronted our enemies and dispose of them properly, either bury them or burn them."
He turns to Setanos and hands him two scrolls saying "I bought these at the catacombs, they are See Invisibility Scrolls, I will need you to cast them when the time comes."
If Renik Ok's it Tratain Draws his Greatsword, Activates his Shield and goes to investigate the wreckage.
Setanos (Ac 22, HP 88. Ex BullStr 5, ExCatGr 4, ExEnd 5, ExMageAr) d4+1=5 d4+1=5 d4+1=4 d4+1=5 Wednesday August 20th, 2003 8:08:05 AM
Setanos takes the two scrolls, nodding to Tratain. He then begins casting a few spells on the party.
He casts Cats Grace on Renik (5 Dex,6 hours), Extended Bulls Strength, Cats Grace and Endurance on himself (5 Str, 4 Dex, 5 Con, 12 hours), as well as an Extended Mage Armor.
He then turns to the group. "I've an Endurance and a Cats grace left, dont be shy."
Renik d20+10=13 Wednesday August 20th, 2003 12:19:03 PM
The rogue nods at Tratain's words. "Good thinking my friend. Take great care, though. Our foe has demonstrated a liking for explosives and warding glyphs before; we don't want you setting off any traps."
He draws his bow to cover Feng and Tratain, peering nervously into the trees (Spot 13). He wonders to himself if this scene of carnage could have been the spot where Marcus was captured. But if so, why had the cart left the road? What had they been doing in this copse when they were so brutally struck down?
As ever, the rogue finds himself with far more questions than answers.
Rond Wednesday August 20th, 2003 4:33:42 PM
Seeing the devastation before him, Rond decides he'd better let the group know about this before they get too antsy about his return. But before he returns to the others, he'll take one last look to make sure that there is noone left to ambush the party, hopefully.
Inspection from afar - Dm Ian Wednesday August 20th, 2003 6:47:57 PM
Circling around the slaughter, Rond, Tratain and Feng determine that this was a caravan who had pulled off the road to camp. There is the scattered remnants of a firepit and cooking pots in the midst of a blast crater, and the even the horses tethered to nearby trees lie dead, riddled with spearlike pierce wounds.
Feng does not detect any evil emanations.
Also laying about the clearing are a number of crates, some smashed, some opened, and some intact. Each bears the sigil of the Catacombs.
Back on the trail, spellcasting continues apace. As you do so, Setanos notices that Abram is shaking again.
Feng Wednesday August 20th, 2003 9:48:45 PM
"Whatever does this appears to be gone. The caravan seemed to be carrying Catacombs goods. It's possible that's the reason they were attacked."
Tratain AC 24 d20+7=20 d20+7=12 Thursday August 21st, 2003 12:09:25 AM
Tratain approaches the caravan to get a closer look at the devistation and see what he can learn. He looks around at all the wagons to see if there is some clue as to what was taken or if the attackers left any clue's behind. Tratain is careful at all times trying to keep an eye out for anything that could be dangerous. (Spot 20, Listen 12)
Setanos (Ac 22, HP 88. Ex BullStr 5, ExCatGr 4, ExEnd 5, ExMageAr) Thursday August 21st, 2003 8:24:03 AM
Setanos continues his casting, looking over to Abram with a questioning face.
"Whats the shaking for there? Sense something?"
Rond Thursday August 21st, 2003 9:15:29 AM
Seeing as how Rond doesn't have to go back to the party to report, since they all magically appeared.
Rond looks around the crates to see if there's a bill of lading (sp?) or any dates on the crates.
Renik d20+10=12 d20+10=29 d20+25=36 Thursday August 21st, 2003 10:09:36 AM
Keeping an eye on the searchers, Renik scans the road and trees for signs of danger (Spot 12, Listen 29). Almost as a reflex action he slips into the shadow of a tree, pulling his grey cloak about him (Hide 36). This deathly scene makes him nervous.
He allows the front men time to search the wagons and boxes before geting ready to move out.
Draax Thursday August 21st, 2003 5:41:25 PM
Draax continues to keep his bow ready as he scans the area. He takes Setanos' offer for the Cat's Grace spell. "Setanos, if no one else needs it I would like to take your Cat's grace spell.
The details of destruction - Dm Ian d20+12=24 Thursday August 21st, 2003 7:10:06 PM
Looking over the wreckage, Rond spies several tracks of sahuagin feet, and three pairs of booted feet that are most likely the two doppelgangers and Urtag.
No other threats can be seen around the area by the vigilant eyes of the watchers.
Searching about, Rond finds that only three three foot by three foot by four foot crates have not been emptied, and still remain sealed. Further investigation shows that one of the crates appears to have been resealed with a thick iron lock.
Back on the road, Abram turns to Setanos and says, "I've seen this place in my dreams... see the things that were done here. I saw the fireball that exploded within that shattered wagon, and I saw... open the locked crate!"
Feng Thursday August 21st, 2003 11:24:01 PM
"Then I suggest we all step back. If these crates are left then they must be traps for us or other that stumble upon them. The numbers that did this could break the locks or carry them away if magically sealed."
Draax Thursday August 21st, 2003 11:41:54 PM
Draax looks over at Abram and does not like what he hears in the ex-paly's voice. Turning his attention to the crate his knows he will not like what they will find within it.
He stays away from the crate, giving someone the chance to check it for traps.
Tratain d20+12=14 d20+12=16 d20+7=17 2d6(6+3)+6=15 2d6(2+6)+6=14 Thursday August 21st, 2003 11:55:47 PM
Tratain begins examining the crates but when Abram gets insistent that one of the crates needs to be opened immedietly he runs over to it, if no one is able to open the lock or trys to open it he smashes the lock with his greatsword attempting to break it open. (Rolls to strike the lock Hit ac 14 and 17, for 15 and 14 damage)
Setanos (Ac 22, HP 88. Ex BullStr 5, ExCatGr 4, ExEnd 5, ExMageAr) Friday August 22nd, 2003 7:50:09 AM
Setanos turns to Abram. "What did ya see in the crates Abram?"
He then calls out to Tratain to be careful, not liking this situation one bit.
Rond Friday August 22nd, 2003 8:03:27 AM
Looking towards Renik, Rond waits for a second to see if he is going to be able to help. If there is no help coming, then Rond will help Tratain with opening the indicated crate.
Renik Friday August 22nd, 2003 11:38:01 AM
Seeing that Tratain is about to try the brute force approach, Renik emerges from the shadows and hurries over. "Hang on, let me see if I can..." mumbles the rogue, fishing out a set of rarely used thieves' tools from one of his pockets.
Sticking his tongue out he sets to work on the big lock, his brow furrowed in concentration.
(OOC: Sorry, can't access my sheet at the moment: I'll try to finish this later, if not please roll for me)
A gruesome discovery - Dm Ian d20=7 Friday August 22nd, 2003 6:52:21 PM
As Tratain gathers himself to apply 'Domi's own lockpick', Renik steps forward, and suggests a more subtle form of action. A few minutes later, the lock is opened, and the lid raised, causing a hideous stench to assault all those nearby.
Once the breeze has a chance to clear the smell, Tratain and Renik find that the lid of the chest has been scratched from the inside horribly. Looking down into the chest, they immediately see why. A human woman in a Catacombs tabard lies dead in the crate, apparently sealed in.
All around the crate words are scrawled in blood, apparently by the woman. Also, in her flailings she appears to have broken open a secret compartment at the bottom of the crate. A sheaf of papers can be seen therein.
The lookouts see no additional sign of danger.
Back on the road, Abram slowly forces himself to speak.
"I've had this dream more than once. I was looking through the eyes of the thing that trapped that woman in the crate, and locked her inside. I took it as a sign of what I was capable of away from Domi's grace, but this... this is monstrous."
Turning to Setanos, he continues, "The information Tratain forced out of the dead doppelganger makes sense now. The four armed sahuagin is unspeakably evil. He is a blackguard knight of their people."
"Please, sir protector, tell me why I am having visions of the purest opposite to one of Domi's paladins!"
Draax Saturday August 23rd, 2003 3:37:27 PM
After seeing the woman's body and listening Abram's explanation about his dream, Draax looks around for a soft spot in the earth. He lets the others check out the sheaf of papers as he begins to dig a shallow grave for the unfortunate woman and the other dead. He knows that they do not have enough time to grave them a proper burial, but figures that one mass grave just low enough to cover them will have to do.
Renik (Cats Grace +5 Dex) AC 25, HP 62 d20+8=27 d20+7=21 d20+7=24 d20+8=18 Sunday August 24th, 2003 7:59:12 AM
Renik chokes back a gag reflex. "Sweet Alemi, you dreamed of this Abram? No wonder you were terrified! What twisted madman's mind concieved of such a fate for this poor woman?"
The rogue peers carefully into the crate, fighting down his revulsion at the sight within. First he examines the crate for any signs of traps (Search 27), and then assuming all is clear he examines the bloody writing scratched into the inside of the crate. If the woman's body blocks his view he asks Feng and Tratain to pull it clear. He does his best to make out a meaning behind the bloody scrawl (Decipher Script 21).
He makes absolutely certain that anything he touches he touches with gloved hands only.
Then he pulls free the loose papers at the base of the crate, and examines those also (Decipher Script 24 if in another language).
Finally he peers into the cavity at the base of the crate, checking to see that nothing else remains hidden (Search 18).
Feng Sunday August 24th, 2003 10:05:57 PM
"Perhaps Abram, the gods were giving you a warning? Letting you know this would happen ahead of time. I can only imagine what it must have felt like to watch this happen, but you must pull yourself together. Like it or not you seem to have a connection to this evil. We will need your help if we want to stop these people."
Tratain Monday August 25th, 2003 12:53:28 AM
Tratain says to Abram "When you first told us about the dreams, I feared that our enemies were sending them to you, in order to keep you weak, or eventually break you. Now I am begining to believe differently. I believe the dreams, regardless of who is sending them offer you a lessen that you seem to have completely missed. When you recieve the dreams, do not see yourself as the one committing these terrible acts, see who really is doing them, the blackguard mutant. You are not the one doing it, and I believe you never will. I don't know exactly what happened to you when Domi died. My guess is you were inflicted with the madness that struck so many of us and did things you regret. I see the way you shake. You are afraid of doing those things again and becoming an evil man? I say you have nothing to fear, the fact that what you did pains you so much shows me that you are a good man."
Tratain pauses for a moment to let what he is saying sink in, then continues "The Blackguard is truely evil, the visions have shown you that. You may think what you did during the time you were inflicted with the madness was evil, but you would never have acted the way you did for any other reason. The blackguard helped kill all of these people and then sealed that poor woman in there so she would die slowly. He did this because he is cruel, and would destroy all those we have sworn to protect if he could. The greatest evil you committed was not done during the time of madness, but rather as a result of it, when you put down your sword and stopped defending those who needed it. There are far to few who would stand up for those weaker than themselves against the truely evil. You were once one of those and must take up your sword and become one again. If we who can defend against the evil don't then who will? One day it may be that one of the children you cherished so much must stand unprepared against the darkness like those in this caravan, how would you feel knowing you could have spared them that but chose not to out of fear."
Rond Monday August 25th, 2003 7:15:26 AM
Not wanting to interfere in either the site search or with the conversation with Abram. Rond checks the area out one more time. Keeping quiet to himself for the time being.
Setanos (Ac 22, HP 88. Ex BullStr 5, ExCatGr 4, ExEnd 5, ExMageAr) Monday August 25th, 2003 8:20:50 AM
Setanos ponders all this, taking it in slowly and somberly. Something churns behind his normally carefree face, but he remains quiet.
More searching - Dm Ian Monday August 25th, 2003 6:57:22 PM
Draax digs a large grave for the fallen, placing the dead bodies of the caravan guards within gingerly.
Renik first deciphers the bloody scrawl.
"The sea devils temple broken. Revenge! Four armed darkness comes to revenge the Temple!"
The papers below the unfortunate woman are a manifest describes a trade caravan up the coast intended to deliver goods to a Catacombs outpost. The goods appear to have consisted of bolts of fine silk suitable for the creation of magical clothing.
Inimicus walks the guarding circle with Rond for some time, and then perks up, saying, "I'll scout from the air." Before much response can be made, he shapeshifts into a small bird and takes wing, disappearing over the nearby trees.
Abram meets Tratains gaze steadily.
"If you are right, then there is only one real choice. I will go with you, on one condition. If you feel evil in me down there, you will swear by... the name of courage... to kill me before I can be used to do you any harm."
"Agreed?"
Arien (AC 21) Monday August 25th, 2003 8:28:48 PM
Arien kneels by the dead woman and touching her forehead, murmers a blessing to her in elvish. Standing up Arien turns to the rest of the group, his eyes showing the outrage he did not speak. Then white fisted the elven mage strides from the copse where he waits for the rest of the party with his back to the trees.
Feng Monday August 25th, 2003 9:55:46 PM
Feng nods. "I would expect no less if I was in your position. If evil begins to rise in you I will do what I must to make sure it does not consume you whole."
Tratain Monday August 25th, 2003 11:19:13 PM
Tratain frowns and looks to be thinking hard on what Abram has just said. "I will give you my word of Honor, upon Domi's name that I will do as you ask, but I would also extract a promise from you as well. I want your word, that you will fight the evil with all the strength you have in you and then some if that is what it takes to overcome it. I will not allow you to only try half heartedly because we have given our oath's to stop you if something goes wrong. The Road to redeming yourself is a hard one, I'll not let you take the easy way out."
Setanos (Ac 22, HP 88. Ex BullStr 5, ExCatGr 4, ExEnd 5, ExMageAr) Tuesday August 26th, 2003 7:21:24 AM
Setanos when he can do so privately, speaks to Tratain quietly. He whispers: "I do not wanna be the nay sayer, but there is much trickery here. I wanna think the best of Abram, and help him as you do. But in the back of me head I cant help thinkin that he's seems just a bit too eager to show how weak and fallen he is. I'm tellin ya cause I have no spells that tell things about people, and you might."
After that he continues to prepare for this final showdown.
Renik (Cats Grace +5 Dex) AC 25, HP 62 d20+8=28 Tuesday August 26th, 2003 10:34:59 AM
Renik stares at the shipping manifests in some confusion for a few moments, then hands them to Rond. "Curious; simply more questions. Why visit such destruction upon a caravan for the sake of a few bolts of cloth? Does this make any sense to you my friend? I can only guess that either this was simply some random attack, or that silk was not the attackers' true target. Perhaps the boxes contained something else, or maybe Marcus travelled with the caravan. Either way, there seems little more to be learned here."
He looks up at Inimicus fluttering overhead, then sees Arien walking away in silent fury. As he waits for the woman to be buried he checks the area one last time (Search 28), then prepares to resume their journey.
Rond Tuesday August 26th, 2003 11:15:00 AM
"Yes it is a might curious. But knowing this is the work of the Sea Devils doesn't make this any easier. We had a bad time with the sea devils, back when we first got to the city. I expect that this might be something similar to that, somehow."
Draax Tuesday August 26th, 2003 12:06:10 PM
After the bodies have been laid to rest Draax bows his head in a moment of silence before saying a few words, "May you find a place of peace with whichever god you followed."
Draax takes the event and puts it in the back of his mind as he listen to the others.
Passing away - Dm Ian d20=6 Tuesday August 26th, 2003 9:00:35 PM
The mass grave is filled, and closed, with each of the group acknowledging the tradgedy in their own way.
As the group reforms and begins to move up the promontory, Rond suddenly remembers... wasn't the doppelganger's purchase in the Catacombs funded with bolts of silk?
Moving up the rocky hill slope towards the point, Rond, Arien, and Draax all take turns performing scouting manuevers to see at a different angle into the various patches of scattered shubbery. No foes, or traps are found.
As you come to the end of the promontory after about fifteen minutes of walking, you see that the landscape ends in a large hill, and amidst the boulders at the base, there is a cave entrance leading in and down.
The group is now about two hundred feet away.
Tratain AC 21 (Bull's Strength 19str) d4+1=3 Tuesday August 26th, 2003 10:04:31 PM
Upon reaching the end of the promontory Tratain casts Bull's Strength on himself, he also draws his greatsword from its scabard on his back.
He says "I wonder how long it will take us to run into them, I have several more spells to cast but some last only minutes, some around an hour. I don't want them to run out before the battle or during."
Draax Wednesday August 27th, 2003 12:16:25 AM
Seeing the cave entrance Draax suddenly remembers the saying about the spider and the fly. He smiles as he thinks that once in his life he would like to play the role of the spider.
Draax readies his bow and prepares himself to walk into what is obviously a trap. He looks over towards Renik waiting to see if they will approaching the cave as a group or if someone being scouting ahead.
Renik d20+15=32 d20+25=34 d20+10=17 d20+10=14 Wednesday August 27th, 2003 10:40:02 AM
The rogue frowns as they appraoch the cave entrance. When to cast their spells? How close are their opponents?
Deciding that there will be precious little time to cast once an ambush is sprung, and that there is a fair likelihood of encountering their foes in the next few minutes he quietly indicates that shorter term spells be cast now (Including Improved Invisibilty on himself), and that they move into the cave together as a group. Before they move out he whispers "OK, let's go over our targets one last time: I'll go for Malachi, the sahuagin high priestess. Arien, you hit her from range. She's the leader, so let's get her down fast. Rond, you're on Urtag the scarred, seven foot tall koalinth. Feng: Xaal, that four armed, blackhearted blackguard. Kill him god, Feng. Draax you take Usshas the malenti wizard. Tratain has Ibble the Doppelganger (Don't forget, if he's not invisible he fidgets when in disguise). And Setanos, you're on support magics. Now, where did Inimicus get to? Last I saw he few off overhead..."
He peers about, but cannot see their companion. "Hmm, that bodes ill... well, there's nothing to be done about it now. OK, Abram, I'll leave this up to you. You can provide support with these healing potions" (he hands Abram three potions: CCW, CMW, CLW +5) "or if you feel you can, help Feng in battle against that monster Xaal. Abram, I know you can do this. The horrors you have seen, the terrors you have experienced, they are for a purpose, Abram. Tratain spoke true when he said that it was time to face your fear, to protect rather than lay down and let evil flourish.
OK, watch each others' backs, and good luck my friends! Let's be careful in there!"
As they advance he floats silently into the air, his twin shortswords drawn. He moves up to the cave roof, and attempts to float forward completely silently (Move Silent 32 + bonus for flying?), and keeping to the shadowy crags in the cavern roof (Hide 34, in addition to Invisible).
He keeps a wary eye out for enemies (Spot 17, Listen 14).
Setanos (Ac 22, HP 88. Ex BullStr 5, ExCatGr 4, ExEnd 5, ExMageAr) Wednesday August 27th, 2003 12:39:17 PM
Setanos tenses as well, sensing a possible trap. He stays close to the group, and focuses his attention forward into the dark cave.
Scouting the descent - Dm Ian d20=19 Wednesday August 27th, 2003 6:29:12 PM
Moving up quietly, Renik finds the tunnel leading downward is a gradual slope about twenty feet wide, that hooks to the left as it descends. Its clearly been widened and reinforced at some point in the distant past, with stone pilings every ten or so feet reminding the adventurers of a mine.
Moving up, there is no immediate resistance, or obvious traps, but no light either. Curiously, coming up from the tunnel is the echoing sound of the surface delayed and pitched slightly differently that the waves audible from below the side of the promontory.
Rond sees the obvious recent passage of about a half dozen humans and elves with bare feet. They apparently went into the cave with some haste. Once inside the tunnel, however, the stone floor doesn't have enough debris to have captured tracks.
Your marching order heading down?
Tratain AC 24 (Bulls Strength 19 str; Prot. From Elements Lightning 84 points; Spell Immunity: Fireball/Blindness) Thursday August 28th, 2003 12:24:13 AM
Tratain decides that Renik is probably right and that they are more likely to encounter thier enemies sooner rather than later, at least he hopes so as he begins casting spells upon the party in preperation for the comming battle.
He says "I hope we run into them before our spells run out or this could get really bad I think."
Tratain casts Freedom of Movement on Feng if he wants it. Spell Immunity Fireball/Blindness as well as Protection from Elements: Lightning on Himself. He also activates his shield and puts on his goggles of night before entering the cave.
He says to Setanos "Do you think we should cast the see invisibility now or wait a tad longer, that we defenitly need during the battle and it only lasts a half hour."
Before Entering Tratain also hands feng 6 scrolls saying "These are will cure small wounds on a person (Cure Light 1d8+1)) I think it better that someone else have at least a little healing available incase things go badly for us, and honestly I think that you have one of the toughest opponents we will face, when you defeat him, you may need healing yourself."
Feng Thursday August 28th, 2003 9:24:52 AM
Feng accepts the spell. A small bit of magic may save his life or the lives of others.
"I'm sure they are expecting us. I have a feeling this will be a very bloody battle."
Renik: Invisible, Cat's Grace, AC 25, HP 62 d20+15=19 d20+25=37 Thursday August 28th, 2003 4:21:03 PM
The rogue floats silently overhead (MS 19), invisible and keeping to the shadows (Hide 37). He tries to calm his racing mind, steeling himself for what is to come.
Draax Thursday August 28th, 2003 5:53:52 PM
Draax cautiously approaches the cave entrance with the others. He nods his head in agreement with Feng's statement.
Entering the darkness - Dm Ian Thursday August 28th, 2003 6:32:17 PM
The group moves forward in a loose mob, with Renik concealed overhead.
The floor of the descending ramping tunnel is clean of the plant debris and stone chips you would expect in the opening of such a construction. Someone has been caring for the pilings as well, with new stones and wedges added at various points to reinforce the pilings.
Moving downward, the party moves about a hundred feet, through one full rotation of the ramp, before coming into sight of a loosely piled, three foot high stone barricade about seventy feet away on the curving tunnel. For just a moment, the distant rushing sound of the sea drowns out everything else, and then a group of humans and sea elves stand up, and being to crawl over the barricade. They are dressed in battered, torn clothing, and every at this range, can be seen to have the glassy look and stiff actions of the charmed elves on the beach.
Feng Thursday August 28th, 2003 10:52:01 PM
Feng does holds his position, not wanting to kill these people unless he has no other choice.
"Is there a way to free their will?"
Draax Thursday August 28th, 2003 11:50:13 PM
As he looks at the unfortunate group of controlled individuals that's coming toward the party, the frustration that Draax feels is shown openly on his face. "Not this again. I second Feng's comment. Every one of these poor souls that we kill in self-defense is a victory for the evil cowards that are hiding behind them. Freeing them or immobilizing them is the only win in this conflict."
Draax pulls his sword readying himself for the regrettable work that he will have to do if no one cannot release them.
Tratain AC 24 (Bulls Strength 19 str; Prot. From Elements Lightning 84 points; Spell Immunity: Fireball/Blindness) d20+7=22 d20+7=23 d20+7=14 d20+7=9 d20+7=19 d20+7=24 d20+7=24 d20+7=23 d20+7=26 d20+7=25 d20+7=12 d20+7=22 Friday August 29th, 2003 12:51:01 AM
Tratain thinks to himself, these must be the slaves the shapeshifter spoke of, and says "I will try to free them, keep an eye out for signs of the shapeshifter, he may try and get near us looking like one of the slaves. Setanos, can you cast those scrolls i gave you now?"
Tratain then casts area Dispel Magic attempting to free the slaves.
[i]Rolled 12 Dispel Checks, not sure now many sea elves or other people are in the area(30 foot radius centered on the sea elves and humans) the caster level check of the spells dispelled are 11, 12, 3, failed, 8, 13, 13, 12, 15, 14, 1, and 11.)
Rond Friday August 29th, 2003 4:42:21 AM
Doing his best to help out the spell effect. Rond barks out loudly, "We do not wish to harm you good fellows. We know you are under a geas to harm us. Free yourselves of your current prison."
To the group Rond says, "We may take some injuries, but we want to just subdue these people, if we can."
If Rond can, he'll use the horn to also supplement the spells. Even to just use the sound of the horn to try to wake these people up.
(ooc I think I can use the horn on at least one person. Character sheet is not available to me)
Setanos (Ac 22, HP 88. Ex BullStr 5, ExCatGr 4, ExEnd 5, ExMageAr) d20+3=7 d20-4=4 Friday August 29th, 2003 9:29:58 AM
Setanos shifts his axe to the side, and waits to see if Tratains dispel has any effect. If there are still charmed elves, he strikes to subdue, and takes all friends within five feet under his wing.
OOC: Any allies within 5 feet gain +5 AC. -9 to all my attack roles. I'm gonna guess those roll's dont hit :)
Renik: Invisible, Cat's Grace, AC 25, HP 62 d20+25=31 d20+15=24 d20+10=15 d20+10=26 Friday August 29th, 2003 2:30:46 PM
Floating silent and unseen overhead, the rogue continues to hug the tunnel roof. He advances quietly, checking for more dangerous foes beyond the barricade and the brainwashed slaves.
(Hide 31, MS 24, Spot 15, Listen 26)
Battle is joined - Dm Ian d20+2=7 d20+2=16 d20+2=18 d20+2=13 d20+2=4 d20+2=20 Friday August 29th, 2003 6:58:34 PM
A total of eight bedraggled slaves engage the party, as Tratain's dispel flashes over them. Two of the slaves, a human and a sea elf, thrown themselves flat on the ground, wimpering, "Don't hurt me, don't hurt me..."
The others meet the party's front rank wielding two nets, two longspears, and two knives. Feng and Setanos bear the brunt of the onslaught, but the attacks are weak and easy to fend off.
As the party gathers to reply with mitigated violence, the charmed slaves raise a wordless keening that forms an impromptu harmony with Rond's horn.
(The slaves are AC:10)
Tratain AC 24 (Bulls Strength 19 str; Prot. From Elements Lightning 84 points; Spell Immunity: Fireball/Blindness) d20+9=26 d20+4=21 2d6(3+1)+8=12 2d6(2+1)+8=11 Saturday August 30th, 2003 11:20:20 AM
Tratain frowns at the lack of success his spell has and says "Well that didn't work nearly as well as I thought it was going to. I either got very lucky on the beach to free as many as I did or these few were enslaved by someone different and more powerful."
Tratain then strikes to subdue the slaves, not wanting to kill them. (Hit One slave twice or aplit the attacks over two slaves if one strike knocks them out 12 and 11 damage)
Renik: Improved Invisible, Cat's Grace, AC 25, HP 62 d20+13=15 d6+7=8 4d6(2+5+3+2)=12 Sunday August 31st, 2003 2:29:19 AM
The rogue floats down behind one of the slaves, and lands a resoundong blow to the side of his head with the flat of his blade (Sneak Attack hits AC 17 (sorry, forgot Cat's Grace), 20 HP subdual damge).
He is aware that they may be under observation, and that his actions may (if he is unlucky) alert their enemies to his invisible presence, but he decides it is imperative they quickly put these slaves out of action before the real fireworks begin, or they are likely to get caught in the crossfire.
Draax, AC21, HP 79 d20+11=21 d8+8=9 d20+6=11 d8+8=9 Monday September 1st, 2003 12:58:37 AM
Draax confronts the first mind-slave that comes in range of his sword. He swings with the flat side of the blade trying to deal non-lethal damage to his opponent (Hit AC 21 for 9 dmg). Not accustomed to swing his sword in this manner he barely hits the slave on his return swing (AC11 for 9 dmg) (Total of 18 dmg).
Feng Ac 22, HP 85 (Freedom of Movement) d20+11=22 d20+6=15 d8+8=10 d8+8=11 Monday September 1st, 2003 1:42:34 PM
Feng turns the axe in his hands, turning the flat of the blade around. Though ackward, Feng manages to hit the charmed elf.
[hit ac 22 for 10 subdual] [hit ac 15 for 11 subdual]
Flattening the opposition - Dm Ian d20+15=26 d8+10=16 d6=5 Monday September 1st, 2003 7:25:19 PM
The warriors of the group wade into the opposition, levelling the charmed slaves to the ground in an unbroken swath, accompanied by cries of pain as their blows land.
Even as the flurry of combat ends abruptly, a single flaming arrow explodes from the far end of the curved tunnel leading downward, sparkling brightly before wounding Tratain for a total of 21 pts of damage.
From his vantage point above and to the outside of the combat, Renik did not see a visible archer when the arrow became visible.
The curve of the tunnel is a total of fifty feet away, leading downward.
Tratain AC 27 (Shield of Faith; Bulls Strength 19 str; Prot. From Elements Lightning 84 points; Spell Immunity: Fireball/Blindness) d20+17=37 Monday September 1st, 2003 8:21:56 PM
Tratain cries out as the arrow impacts him and says "That Archer is somewhere down that hall, that really hurt. Setanos, Cast those scrolls now please."
Tratain also casts Shield of Faith on himself. (Casting Defensively rolled 37 vs DC 16) Tratain then moves down the hall as far as he can get, but not straying too far away from the rest of the party.
Rond Tuesday September 2nd, 2003 2:25:59 AM
Rond does his best to help finish off the slaves.
When the mystery archer makes an appearance. Rond tries to use the natural resources around the party to try to sneak up on the archer. (HS and MS).
(ooc 3.5 sheet in e-mail)
Setanos (Ac 22, HP 88. Ex BullStr 5, ExCatGr 4, ExEnd 5, ExMageAr) Tuesday September 2nd, 2003 11:03:41 AM
Setanos nods and pulls out the scroll Tratain gave him earlier. He then reads it, casting See Invisiblity. He then moves down the hall, looking for this archer.
Draax d20+3=23 Tuesday September 2nd, 2003 11:18:17 AM
After the mind-slaves are taken care of, Draax switches to his bow and begins to scan the area as he moves forward with the others. (23 spot check)
Renik: Improved Invisible, Cat's Grace, AC 25, HP 62 d20+10=30 d20+15=22 d20+25=31 Tuesday September 2nd, 2003 4:40:17 PM
Floating back up to the rocky ceiling Renik flies cautiously towards the source of the arrow.
Spot 30 MS 22 Hide 31
Arien (AC 25, extended mage armor, shield) Tuesday September 2nd, 2003 5:17:08 PM
When the fiery arrow strikes Tratain, Arien decides to strengthen his own defense and casts Shield.
Creeping forward - Dm Ian Tuesday September 2nd, 2003 6:28:53 PM
The party moves forward slowly, leaving the battered, unconscious forms of the charmed slaves in the care of the two freed slaves.
Moving forward and downward, the tunnel curves down about a hundred and fifty feet of immaculate stonework to a rougher stone cavern with a level, worked floor. The floor is laced with cracks, however, and rivulets of water line the sloping floor leading to a seemingly shallow pool on the left side. The cavern is about forty feet wide, and ninety feet long, with the ruined remains of smashed and rotted crates on one side of the room.
On the far side of the room, in front of a tunnel leading onward, is another slave manned barricade. Stretching out before it is a pool of water at least three feet deep, filled with murky water.
The slaves behind the barricades ready bows, and draw clumsily. There seems to be ten of them.
As Setanos steps to the edge of the cavern behind the cover of his companions, his vision twists for a moment.
(please roll a caster level check (1d20 + caster level) against a DC of 20. The scroll of see invisible is probably caster level 3 unless specified otherwise at the time of purchase.)
Feng Ac 22, HP 85 (Freedom of Movement) Tuesday September 2nd, 2003 11:22:30 PM
"This is just great. If we wade through we could hit pits and drown in our armor. If the ground remains a good three feet then we only get stuck with arrows. I hate to say this but we have to take them out before we cross. If that is at all possible."
Setanos (Ac 22, HP 88. Ex BullStr 5, ExCatGr 4, ExEnd 5, ExMageAr) d20+6=18 Wednesday September 3rd, 2003 8:49:04 AM
Setanos looks about, trying to find the hiden archer.
(Caster level check 18 vrs DC 20, failed)
Draax, Ac21, HP 79 Wednesday September 3rd, 2003 11:23:06 AM
Looking at the current situation Draax has to agree with Feng's assessment. He takes aim at one of the enslaved bowmen, but does not shoot. "If someone has any ideas how to take them out without hurting them please speak now."
Tratain AC 27 HP 50 (Shield of Faith; Bulls Strength 19 str; Prot. From Elements Lightning 84 points; Spell Immunity: Fireball/Blindness) 2d8(7+8)+3=18 d20+7=13 Wednesday September 3rd, 2003 11:29:19 AM
Tratain pulls out a potion from his Haversack and Drinks it (Cure Moderate Healed 18).
Tratain looks around trying to see anything out of the Ordinary (13 Spot) and says "I don't like this, this feels very much like a trap. I think they want us to rush over there. I'm betting theres something hidden over there waiting for us."
Upon Hearing Fengs and Draax's comments Tratain says "I can make it so they shouldn't be able to see us and have to either back off or come out from behind the barricade."
Renik: Improved Invisible, Cat's Grace, AC 25, HP 62 d20+15=22 d20+25=38 d20+10=20 Wednesday September 3rd, 2003 4:54:00 PM
Keeping to the ceiling shadows Renik makes his way towards the group of slaves, blades at the ready. He peers about, hunting for any sign of their true foes.
MS 22 Hide 38 Spot 20
Cavern Fortifications
Motivation to act - Dm Ian d20+15=25 d20+1=6 d20+1=18 d20+1=3 d20+1=4 d20+1=4 d20+1=8 d20+1=8 d20+1=15 d20+1=7 d20+1=21 Wednesday September 3rd, 2003 6:25:47 PM
The party debates in the mouth of the tunnel leading into the cavern, as Setanos scans the room for any sign of invisible persons unsuccessfully.
The slaves take up a collective, rolling series of shouts that echoes around the rock walls. Its certainly only minorly distracting, but before the group can debate the reason for their doing so, another flaming arrow is shot from just over the barricade the slaves stand behind, appearing in mid flight from an invisible archer.
Tratain narrowly sidesteps the arrow as it streaks past his shoulder, incandescent with flame.
From above, Renik sees one of the rivulets of water to the right of the barricade, and twenty feet from the party get disrupted by a single footfall from an invisible person.
Setanos' vision twinges again uncomfortably.
(Please make another caster level check).
With this, the slaves level their weapons and fire at as a unit at Feng. Feng steps to one side quickly to avoid the ill-conceived attack, as the slaves woodenly reload.
Rond Wednesday September 3rd, 2003 8:36:32 PM
Commenting so that only the group can hear, "The horn of goodness should be able to help out here. I think it can bring them out of the mind control temporarily. But we'll have to move quickly, because once it runs out, they'll be back under. We will only get to use it once, though."
If no one objects, Rond will sound the horn, trying to center the effect around the most amount of slaves.
Carl Thursday September 4th, 2003 2:29:18 AM
OOC: Ian, I think there may be a mis-understanding here. As I understand it Tratain gave Setanos the See Invisibility scroll to cast on Tratain, not Setanos. So it should be Tratain making those checks. This is pretty essential to the group strategy!
Could you confirm, Setanos and Tratain?
Setanos (Ac 22, HP 88. Ex BullStr 5, ExCatGr 4, ExEnd 5, ExMageAr) d20+6=20 Thursday September 4th, 2003 7:47:35 AM
Setanos continues to peer in the direction of the archer, though he is confused by his inablity to see him clearly.
"Somethings wrong here. I should be seeing this foe clearly, but I dont. It may be more powerful magic then we were expecting."
He then casts expeditious retreat on himself.
OOC: Caster level check 20.
OOC: The see invisiblity scroll was cast on Setanos first. Once I see something to be seen, I'll cast one on Tratain.
Tratain AC 27 HP 50 (Shield of Faith; Bulls Strength 19 str; Prot. From Elements Lightning 84 points; Spell Immunity: Fireball/Blindness) Thursday September 4th, 2003 11:26:15 AM
After narrowly sidesteping the arrow Tratain listens to what Setanos has to say and then replies "This is odd, it's almost as though the magic we cast isn't working as well as it should or thiers is strengthened somehow, anyone have any idea's? I'm completely baffled and i don't know how long I can keep dodging arrows from that invisible archer."
Tratain Continues "If the Horn Doesn't work I have an Idea to get them to stop firing, or should we just try to storm the barricade, the water infront of the barricade and that pond on our left worry me as most of our enemies can breathe underwater."
OOC: The First scroll was cast on Setanos, the other will be cast later when it becomes really warrented, those caster level checks have us completely confused though hehe. On a side note, if anyone needs assistence on thier 3.5 sheets let me know. We can't switch in the middle of combat but we should have them done anyway.
OOC Clarification - Dm Ian Thursday September 4th, 2003 1:06:22 PM
Setanos posted:
Setanos (Ac 22, HP 88. Ex BullStr 5, ExCatGr 4, ExEnd 5, ExMageAr) Tuesday September 2nd, 2003 10:03:41 AM Setanos nods and pulls out the scroll Tratain gave him earlier. He then reads it, casting See Invisiblity. He then moves down the hall, looking for this archer.
So, the see invisibility effect is currently running on him.
Draax, Ac21, HP 79 Thursday September 4th, 2003 4:23:30 PM
It is disconcerting to have to worry about the elusive archer and trying not to hurt the controlled ones. Draax is somewhat relieved at the skill level of the mind-controlled archers, but he knows that even the blind will eventually hit the target if given enough opportunities.
"I agree with Tain about the water, it is probably nothing, but that (points at the water) says trap all over it.
I would feel more comfortable setting off the trap if our invisible friend wasn't still lurking around."
Renik: Improved Invisible, Cat's Grace, AC 25, HP 62 d20+10=20 d20+25=28 d20+15=27 Thursday September 4th, 2003 5:26:35 PM
Noting the invisible footfall, Renik is at a momentary loss. Should he attempt to attack the assailant, or warn his companions of its presence? Either strategy forces him to show his hand far earlier than he had wished, but if that invisible assailant gets amongst his companions unseen...
But he pushes the thought aside. They each have their targets and roles to play. He presses on, examining the shallow pool to the left carefully, and also the murky pool before the barricade (Spot 20, Hide 28, MS 27).
Then he settles silently behind the archers, his weapons ready, prepared to launch an all out attack.
Rook to kings knight 4 - Dm Ian d20+15=26 d20+15=25 d20+10=20 d6=1 d6=1 d6=3 d8+10=11 d8+10=11 d8+10=18 d20=20 Thursday September 4th, 2003 6:11:45 PM
The twinging in Setanos' eyes abruptly resolves as he sees Marcus stand up on the right side of the barricade, and begin to move down the right side of the cavern. The spymaster has a grim expression on his face, and bears a reversed shortsword in his left hand, and a bandolier of steel throwing knives across his chest. He advances a total of thirty feet from the barrier towards the party.
(No one else in the party sees Marcus.)
Renik settles down behind the slave archers as Rond's horn sounds. The magic circle settles over the slaves, and they halt mid reload, listless and wooden. They reek of seawater and fish, and each have a small quiver with roughly fifteen or twenty more arrows.
From his vantage point, Renik sees a swirl of water and bubbles in the submerged area just to the left of the barricade. Almost definately a submerged pit, or other kind of drop off guarding that side of the barricade.
The hail of flaming arrows explodes again from a position halfway across the cavern next to the shallow pond on the left side. All three arrows streak towards Setanos, two hammering into his armor.
(Setanos is struck for 24 points of damage.)
Abram moves up from the rear of the party, and despite shaking hands, reaches out his shield to lend Setanos some cover.
Rond d20+13=25 d20+23=32 Thursday September 4th, 2003 10:50:50 PM
Not wanting to give anything away, Rond does his best to move down the cavern wall. Rond tries his best to move slowly, and using bills pants and other means, trys to blend in with the local area.
(Hide=25 MS=32)
Feng Ac 22, HP 85 (Freedom of Movement) d8+4=9 Thursday September 4th, 2003 11:17:28 PM
Feng's instincts tell him to make his way through the water and beat down the archers. Except he knows that would be foolish and could cause his death or anothers. He calms himself with a sigh and steps over to Setanos and casts CLW. [1 of 2 clw/ healed 9hp]
Tratain AC 27 HP 50 (Shield of Faith; Bulls Strength 19 str; Prot. From Elements Lightning 84 points; Spell Immunity: Fireball/Blindness) Friday September 5th, 2003 11:06:50 AM
Now that the slaves have stopped firing for a moment Tratain attempts to Detect Evil to try and tell if any of thier enemies are close by besides the archer. He focus's on the pond and the water before the barricade a little more closely because they would make an excelent hiding place for water breathing adversaries he thinks.
OOC: Note to DM Ian, Neither Setanos nor Tratain have met Marcus Yet so he wouldn't necessarily know us, the only time we have seen him was on the beach when it was the shapeshifter
(OOC: Understood. I am operating under the impression that Setanos had heard enough to at least identify the man.)
Advancing in to the jaws of danger - Dm Ian d20+9=16 d20+4=17 d20+15=18 d20+9=19 Friday September 5th, 2003 6:01:33 PM
Rond sneaks down the side of the cavern quietly, fairly sure he has evaded detection. Another flaming arrow is shot from someplace just to Ronds left, and in the relative quiet that had followed the slaves stopping their cries, he hears invisible booted feet move away from him back towards the barricade.
The single flaming arrow is avoided easily by Setanos ducking behind Abram's shield.
Setanos sees Rond make it to the halfway point of the caverns length, and sees the invisible Marcus pass within three feet of Rond, apparently unaware of Rond's presence. Feng finshes his curative spell on Setanos about this point.
From his vantage point behind the slaves, Renik can hear down the rought hewn tunnel behind the barricade, in the absence of their cries. Just over the distant thundering surf, he can hear a sibilant voice chanting unspeakable praises to darkness.
He's heard that chanting before. It's sahuagin.
Renik: Improved Invisible, Cat's Grace, AC 25, HP 62 d20+25=29 d20+15=35 d20+10=27 d20+2=21 Tuesday September 9th, 2003 12:14:33 PM
The rogue's head snaps around at the sound of that voice. Could that be his target? He rises into the air once more, hugging the shadows of the cavern roof as he penetrates further into the caves (hide 29, MS 35), hunting for the evil spellcaster. He realises he is getting dangerously distant from his companions, but with luck this sneak attack will pay off...
He will seek out the chanter, then hover just overhead, ready to launch an all-out attack (Full attack next round). If he spots that his presence has been detected however (Spot 27 Sense Motive 21), he will retreat as fast as he is able.
OOC: crash recovery - DM Ian Tuesday September 9th, 2003 5:44:41 PM
With apologies to Renik, lets extend the posting for the last until tomrrow at about this time, so everyone can get a chance to act in this combat round.
Tratain AC 27 HP 50 (Shield of Faith; Bulls Strength 19 str; Prot. From Elements Lightning 84 points; Spell Immunity: Fireball/Blindness) Wednesday September 10th, 2003 11:48:05 AM
Looking at the members of the group that he can see, Tratain says "Well should we make our way over to that barricade now, the slaves have stopped firing for now but who knows how long that will last. We should try and find that invisible archer and take him out before he can regroup with the rest."
Rond d20+13=23 d20+23=32 Wednesday September 10th, 2003 12:46:17 PM
Slowing his approach, Rond keeps moving towards the archer looking for telltale signs to tell him where the archer is currently. Once he hears the approach of the rest of the group, he'll jump on the archer if he can.
(Hide 23, MS 32)
Setanos (Ac 22, HP 88. Ex BullStr 5, ExCatGr 4, ExEnd 5, ExMageAr) d20+14=32 d8+6=8 3d6(2+5+2)=9 Wednesday September 10th, 2003 4:27:40 PM
Setanos braces himself, charges and attacks the hidden archer. If his blow hits, he will activate the Vampiric touch in his axe.
Draax, AC21, HP 79 Wednesday September 10th, 2003 5:19:16 PM
Draax moves toward the side of the barricade and using his slippers of spider climbing he walks along the wall pass the water and the barricade.
If any of the enslaved archers look like they are still going to attack the party, Draax will position himself to attack them next round.
Across the mouth of danger - Dm Ian d20+9=16 d4=2 d20+15=32 d8+10=18 d6=1 Wednesday September 10th, 2003 8:37:12 PM
Setanos charges towards Rond, turning at the last moment to levy a brutal strike with his axe, seemingly at midair. He ducks a strike from his invisible attacker, and hacks the invisible target with a solid blow.
Draax circles the walls over the still pond, and seems home free until he passes over the leftmost side of the barricade. At that point, a blackish ray snaps up out of the water, striking Draax in the chest. It leeches his life away rapidly, leaving him almost ready to fall to the ground.
(Draax is reduced to a grand total of 2 hps).
The invisible archer has apparently moved again, with Rond hearing footsteps across the cavern over by the edge of the pool, just as another single flaming arrows snaps into being and takes Setanos solidly in the shoulder for 19pts. Rond, and everyone else can hear the footsteps recede towards Draax's position.
The slaves continue to stand quietly, slack jawed.
Advancing down a sixty foot hallway, Renik finds himself at the opening to a massive cavern.
With a soaring cavern at least eighty feet high, the right side of the cavern is dominated by an elevated shelf about twelve feet from the floor, upon which stands a blue robed, light green skinned sahuagin female, gesturing and chanting over Marcus' form. Marcus himself lays still, his throat horribly cut and large onyxes over his eyes.
As the priestess shrieks, a dark form pulls itself up and out of Marcus, an infernal outline in darkness of who he was in life, with two pinpoints of fire as eyes.
At the point the shelf meets the rightmost wall, crouches a deep green skinned sahuagin, detailed in inked tatoos. His blackened leather fighting harness carries at least twelve gleaming steel javelins, but in his four hands he bears blue-silver javelins.
The left side of the room is dominated with the ruined wreckage of a small caravel, with two immense holes rent in the side below what would have been the waterline. Where the stone shelf meets the ship, the blue robed sea elven infiltrator Usshas stands, incanting a spell.
Behind the ship, Renik hears something huge move, a hard material scraping on the stone.
The cavern itself is covered in at least two inches of water, and perhaps more in places if the ground is uneven. The sea can be heard somewhere nearby.
Tratain AC 27 HP 50 (Shield of Faith; Bulls Strength 19 str; Prot. From Elements Lightning 84 points; Spell Immunity: Fireball/Blindness) 4d8(4+5+4+5)+7=25 Wednesday September 10th, 2003 11:04:24 PM
Tratain Casts Cure Critical Wounds(Healed for 25) on Draax after the Ray strikes him and Then stays alert for any sign of the attackers. He says "Setanos can you cast that second scroll on me now, I think we're going to need it."
Draax AC21 HP 51 3d8(6+6+6)+6=24 Wednesday September 10th, 2003 11:25:48 PM
As he feels the healing power directed at him from Tain, Draax takes few wobbly steps away from the water before draining his cure serious wounds potion (24 hp gained). He was wondering what the water trap would be and now they know. He hopes it was a one shot deal so the others can cross, but he doubts it.
As the potion takes affect Draax feels a little better and tries to stand ready for the next attack.
Feng Ac 22, HP 85 (Freedom of Movement) Wednesday September 10th, 2003 11:31:17 PM
Feng rushes up and pulls Draax out of the water and back to relative safety.
"Hold on Draax. Just stay awake and everything will be fine." At least for a few more minutes Feng adds silently. Feng lays his free hand and gives Draax all the divine strength he has.
ooc: Lay on Hands for 27 hp
Rond d20+13=17 d20+23=30 Thursday September 11th, 2003 2:05:24 AM
Like stalking his prey when he was younger. Rond oh so quielty tries to match his opponent stride for stride, trying to sneak up on the archer and catch him unawares. IF he has a chance to close and hit, he will.
Hearing Draax cry out in pain, Rond hopes that the rest of the group is following shortly behind him.
Hide 17 MS 30
Arien (AC 25, Extended Mage Armor, Shield) Thursday September 11th, 2003 1:44:19 PM
"Hmm this situation is starting to annoy me," Arien says dryly. Arien falls into a spell and in short order; Feng, Draax, Abram and of course Arien all blink out and disappear, only to reappear at the other end of the cavern.
Renik: Improved Invisible, Cat's Grace, AC 25, HP 62 d20+15=21 d20+25=45 Thursday September 11th, 2003 4:30:57 PM
The rogue shudders in revulsion as he sees the horrific fate that befalls Marcus. They were too late! And now this dark, flame eyed figure walks in their spymaster's stead...
He looks around nervously hoping to see his companions following on behind, but there is no sign of them. Deciding that any further ingress in the cavern at this stage is the height of foolishness, Renik turns and flies silently back down the hallway to rejoin his companions (MS 21), hugging the shadow-wreathed ceiling (Hide 45). Should he reach anyone he will quietly whisper what he has seen in the cavern beyond, and suggest that they secure the area they have already taken before advancing any further. That invisible bowman needs to fall, and quickly. Either they need to see through his invisibility, or remove it.
The battlefront shifts - Dm Ian d20+15=30 d8+10=17 d6=5 Thursday September 11th, 2003 6:53:53 PM
Arien, Feng, and Abram disappear and reappear behind the main barricade across the cavern, joining Draax, and the invisible, returning Renik. This leaves Tratain at the opening to the cavern, and Rond and Setanos spread out across the middle of the cavern.
(Please remember this cavern is more than one round of movement long, even at a run, for most characters.)
Marcus turns and bolts from Setanos, provoking an attack of opportunity.
The invisible archer fires from about twenty feet away from Rond, and Rond hears the archer move away rapidly from him, probably faster than he could give chase at anything other than a run. The archer is probably somewhere over by Tratain now, but the conversation of the party members, and the rushing sound of the waves makes it hard to hear him from more than twenty feet away or so.
The shot flies towards Arien, hitting easily for 22 pts of damage.
The whole group can hear the sibilant chanting now, angry and frenzied. One voice rises above it, a spine-tingling frosted shout.
"Must Feed! Souls?"
It sounds like Marcus, gone horribly insane.
Tratain AC 27 HP 50 (Shield of Faith; Bulls Strength 19 str; Prot. From Elements Lightning 84 points; Spell Immunity: Fireball/Blindness) Thursday September 11th, 2003 9:31:16 PM
Tratain Moves over to stand near Setanos so that the two of them are not Isolated and easily taken out solo. Tratain Says to Setanos "I think we should move over towords the rest of the group."
Rond Thursday September 11th, 2003 10:10:36 PM
If Rond thinks he has a clear shot, he'll try to cast entangle in order to catch the archer. With the amount of noise around him, he should be able to disguise his casting.
Feng Ac 22, HP 85 (Freedom of Movement) Thursday September 11th, 2003 10:16:58 PM
Feng holds his axe tightly looking for enemies that he can see.
Draax AC21 HP 78 Friday September 12th, 2003 12:42:31 AM
Draax nods his head to his companions as a thank you for their combined efforts in restoring his health.
Hearing Marcus' voice, Draax gives a little shiver at the insanity that registered from the words. "If that is indeed Marcus we might have to take him down hard and if we cannot cure him we might have to destroy him. He is far too dangerous a man to be roaming around the wold not in his right mind."
Draax mentally prepares himself to get ready and move toward the chanters, but he know that the group needs to take care of the invisibly archer first.
Renik d20+25=28 d20+25=42 d20+15=31 Friday September 12th, 2003 8:20:34 AM
The rogue scowls. The one downside with being invisible is that it suddenly becomes very difficult to lead effectively without blowing your cover.
Deciding this dilly-dallying and indecision has gone on long enough he ducks behind his companions (Hide 28) and yells:
"Setanos! Cast see invisible on Tratain, and Rond too if you can! We need to take those two down now, before we're caught in a pincer! You, Rond and Tratain need to take those two out fast!"
More quietly he says to those nearby "Feng, Arien, Draax, Abram, get down behind the barricade. Shadow Marcus and the others will aim to damage us at long range with those javelins and with spells, so keep your heads down, don't let them see you and we'll draw them onto us. Hopefully we'll have a greater advantage at close range. Arien, whilst we're waiting for them, see if there are any spells you can think of which might help with those two invisible folk back there, or which might assist our warriors for the coming battle."
The rogue looks around frantically. They are taking a great deal of damage, and failing to dish any back out. They need to turn the tide of this battle and quickly.
He rises into the air, hugging the hallway wall, and begins to advance back down the passageway cautiously.
(Hide 42, MS 31)
(OOC At this stage a map would be invaluable. It's very difficult to get an accurate picture of distance and cover without one!)
Setanos (Ac 22, HP 63. Ex BullStr 5, ExCatGr 4, ExEnd 5, ExMageAr) Friday September 12th, 2003 9:13:09 AM
Setanos nods to Tratain. He casts the second scroll of see invisiblity on Tratain, and then moves with him back to the cover of the group, wary of his wounds.
Taking cover - Dm Ian d20+4=7 d20+13=21 d20+13=23 d20+13=28 d20+13=20 d20+8=26 3d8(8+4+1)+30=43 3d6(2+1+6)=9 d20+12=23 d20+9=19 d6+2=6 3d6(1+1+5)=7 d20+4=10 d20+4=15 d20+12=18 d20+12=18 Friday September 12th, 2003 7:15:23 PM
As most of the group takes cover, Abram takes a position to Arien's immediate left, providing Arien three quarters cover between his shield and body. Arien can still see enough to launch spells, if he so desires.
As Setanos retreats, Rond finishes his spell. The floor and ceiling of the cavern erupt in coiled roots, which descend and flail about, almost immediately grasping at a stationary target standing in the mouth of the cavern where the party entered. Everyone can see where the archer is now.
Coarse swearing in an unknown language erupts, and flaming arrows explode from the ensnared, invisible archer. Four such arrows erupt and race towards Setanos' retreating form.
(Three of the arrows hit for a total of 52pts of damage).
The swearing winds down to a few rough words in Common.
"No more dancing. Time to die!"
Rond feels safe in his concealment, until Setanos starts, and an invisible person stabs at Rond, striking him with some sort of bladed weapon.
Setanos sees the invisible Marcus charge Rond and cut him with his short sword.
(Rond is damaged for 13 pts.)
Setanos manages to finish his scroll reading at this point, casting see invisible upon Tratain. Tratains eyes twitch, but no one else becomes visible.
Renik continues back down the hallway, and finds Usshas, and Malachi furiously casting. He doesn't immediately see the darkened Marcus, until he looks up and sees the unholy corruption of their spymaster hovering over the tunnel entrance to the cave.
The undead beast begins to sniff, and look down into the tunnel, a vague, wordless moaning coming from it's head.
(I will work on a map, and post it as soon as I can. At the latest, that will be sunday night, but I will try for this evening.)
Tratain AC 27 HP 50 (Shield of Faith; Bulls Strength 19 str; Prot. From Elements Lightning 84 points; Spell Immunity: Fireball/Blindness; See Invisible) 3d8(8+7+5)+5=25 Friday September 12th, 2003 8:26:19 PM
Tratain quickly reaches into his haversack and pulls out a scroll. He reads off the Scroll and Heals Setanos for 25 Points. Tratain will also Intercept the Next Arrow shot at Setanos (Protector Ability) He says "Setanos Stand Near Me until I can heal you a little More, If you have any potions of healing Drink them quick. If not try and get one from my haversack, just reach into it and think of a potion of Cure Moderate wounds."
Tratain then looks around trying to see who he can see as far as enemies go.
OOC: Was Setanos Able to cast See Invisible on me?
(My apologies... revising the original post.)
Rond 83 hps 19 AC d20+12=32 d20+12=29 d20+7=19 d20+12=29 d10=4 d6=6 d10=7 d6=4 d10=3 d10=1 d6=4 Saturday September 13th, 2003 4:31:48 PM
Quickly reacting to the attack, Rond dodges out of the way.
"There is a second invisible target."
Rond whips out his swords and activates the flaming ability and does his best to attack his enemy.
(possible crit (nat 20) 2nd attack is AC 29) for 17 points dam if reg 24 with crit.
AC 19 for 14 points AC 29 for 11 points
(ignore extra d10 roll of 1)
Draax d20+15=28 d20+10=21 d8+3=10 d8+3=4 Sunday September 14th, 2003 9:26:33 AM
Happy to finally have a target, Draax fires off a couple of arrows at the ensnared archer (AC 28 for 10dmg and AC 21 for 4dmg).
Renik: Improved Invisible, Cat's Grace, AC 25, HP 62 d20+13=31 2d6(5+3)=8 Monday September 15th, 2003 6:52:41 AM
Seeing enemies advancing down the hallway towards them the rogue grabs for a soft leather pouch on his belt. Rond's spell has ensnared that deadly archer, and the others need time to focus all their energies into taking him down.
Perhaps this little trick, borrowed from a certain Mr Troublefinder, will delay those foul creatures, particularly in this enclosed space. It might even disrupt some of that rather ominous spellcasting...
He hurls the pouch from his concealed position, aiming for the ground directly between the spellcasters.
As soon as the pouch is in the air Renik retreats as fast as he is able, making for the cavern once more. He has no desire to stick around and be sniffed out by that Shadow Marcus thing. He stays high, up towards the ceiling, and if he sees that there is still fight in the trapped archer he will prepare to draw his bow.
(OOC: Unsure of the penalties to subtract, so just applied Renik's ranged attack bonus: please subtract penalties as necessary from AC 31. The pouch contains a Golden Globe (2d6 Fireball: 8HP dmg), a Thunderstone (Fort DC 15 or deaf for 1 hour), and a Flashpellet (Ref DC 15 or dazzled 1 minute, -1 to attacks, also should cause light sensitive creatures particular problems!)
A most palpable blow! - Dm Ian d20+12=22 d20+12=23 d20+12=15 d20+12=14 2d8(3+8)+7=18 2d6(2+5)=7 2d6(5+2)+4=11 d20+4=22 d20+11=28 d20+11=17 d20+4=15 d20+4=5 d20+11=21 Monday September 15th, 2003 7:00:26 PM
Rond unleashes his furious skill, connecting with brutal efficiency with the invisible aggressor. All three blows find a target, biting heavily, and throwing the invisible being to the ground nearby. As Rond steps to ensure a coup de grace, the invisibility fades to reveal a skeletally thin doppelganger, already dead, with a simple steel short sword laying nearby.
Draax snaps arrows at the held, invisible archer, connecting with both, and is answered by a roar, and a four flaming arrows returned to streak a short distance across the cavern at Rond.
(Two of the arrows hit, for 25 pts of damage.)
The rest of the group takes cover behind the barricade, with Abram still shielding Arien with himself. The charmed slaves are still standing numbly about, their bows fallen from slumbering hands to the ground.
Just down the hallway, Renik hurls his delivery in between Usshas and Malachi, turning and running even before the detonation occurs. Running back up the hallway tothe party, he hears the corrupted Marcus-thing wail piteously.
Following the explosion comes a shout echoing up the hallway, in the same voice as the earlier chanting.
Draax AC21 HP 78 d20+15=26 d20+10=24 d8+3=6 d8+3=7 Monday September 15th, 2003 7:42:33 PM
Draax smiles as he hears the roar from the invisible archer that tells him of the successful hits, but quickly wipes the smile from his face as the flaming arrows are directed toward Rond. Now that he has the archer's location he fires off a couple of more arrows at the menace (AC 26 for 6 dmg, AC 24 for 7dmg, total of 13 dmg). To the other members he shout, "OK guys, lets take this guy down now while he is isolated away from his friends."
Tratain AC 27 HP 50 (Shield of Faith; Bulls Strength 19 str; Prot. From Elements Lightning 84 points; Spell Immunity: Fireball/Blindness; See Invisible) d8+7=12 d8=8 Monday September 15th, 2003 11:30:25 PM
Tratain is still Attempint to Intercept the next Blow Ment for Setanos and Again Heals his friend for 20 Points.
Tratain Says "Draax is Right, we need to take out this archer before the others can get here and help him, can we get Feng close? With the spell I cast on him the entangle won't touch him, otherwise we have to try and whiddle him down with arrows."
Renik: Improved Invisible, Cat's Grace, AC 25, HP 62 d20+16=35 d8+4=11 4d6(2+2+1+3)=8 2d6(6+2)=8 Tuesday September 16th, 2003 2:50:16 AM
As Renik races past he calls to Feng "Stay at the barricade! We're going to need you holding the line when those other creatures get here!
Those at the barricade stay where you are, hit the archer at range if you can. You others, hit the archer as hard as you can, but move towards the cover of the barricade, or the walls either side of that tunnel entrance! From what I've seen of the other monstrosities heading our way they're going to make our archer friend look like a baby kobold!"
Approaching to within 30 ft of the ensnared archer Renik fires a Holy arrow at it (AC 35, 27HP). Glad to see one enemy down, he prays they can take out the archer before the others arrive...
Arien (19 hp, AC 25, Shield, Mage Armor) Tuesday September 16th, 2003 3:10:54 AM
Hearing Renik's warning Arien leans over and casts enlarge on Feng, giving the already powerful Paladin an extra boost.
Setanos (Ac (29) 22, HP 56. Ex BullStr 5, ExCatGr 4, ExEnd 5, ExMageAr) Tuesday September 16th, 2003 7:28:02 AM
Setanos shakes off the pain and tries to cast a spell, raising his magic shield and facing it towards the archers. He thanks Tratain, whispers a quick prayer and prepares to charge.
OOC: Cast shield spell
Rond 69 hp 19AC d8=4 d8=7 Tuesday September 16th, 2003 8:30:00 AM
Rond stumbles as he takes the unexpected attack from the direction of the ensnared archer. Ready to move to the archer, Rond changes his mind when Renik announces he needs the barricade defended.
Pulling out his potion of cure moderate wounds, Rond quickly gulps it as he begins his move to the barricade. If there's time, he'll remove the bows from the feet of the slaves. He doesn't need the slaves to come under sway again, and pick up their bows on him.
More crunchy goodness - Dm Ian d20+12=23 d20+12=14 d20+12=22 d20+7=13 Tuesday September 16th, 2003 6:01:25 PM
Draax's and Reniks arrows ipact with a series of thumps against the entangled archer, as Rond joins the remainder of the group at the barricade, and drinks a potion.
(Collecting the bows can be done the next round.)
Renik, on the other hand, advances out from the barricade, and stands alone in the center of the room, firing, and scoring a powerhit hit on the archer, if the volume of his bellow is any indication.
The archer returns fire on Renik, spraying arrows over the room. However, the normally graceful rogue takes full advantage of his magical enhancement, and manages to duck and dodge all four arrows, to the astoundment of his allies.
Nothing yet comes up the tunnel from the cavern below. The spellcasting and chanting continues unabated...
(Map finally done and being sent out as I type. - Dm Ian)
Feng Ac 23, HP 85 (Freedom of Movement) Tuesday September 16th, 2003 9:56:24 PM
Feng wishes he could stay at the barricade but he sat by for too long. "Sorry Renik you can yell at me later but I can't wait any longer. They are trying to stall us to complete some ritual. I cannot allow that to happen."
With that said, Feng rushes down the tunnel toward the chanting.
Renik: Improved Invisible, Cat's Grace, AC 25, HP 62 d20+16=23 d8+4=8 4d6(4+6+3+5)=18 d20+11=22 d8+4=11 4d6(2+1+1+1)=5 Wednesday September 17th, 2003 4:39:18 AM (OOC: Ian, as mentioned in Renik's last post he is floating near the ceiling of the cavern, not standing. Also don't forget the rogue is invisible when shooting arrows back at him!)
Renik bites off a curse as he sees Feng race off into the tunnel. Ah well, their hand is forced now...
"Back him up!" he yells to the others. "He'll be taken apart on his own! Tratain, help Feng with dark Marcus! The rest of you try to hit those spellcasters with Dispel magics or whatever else you have, and try to slow down the javelin weilder: that guy is going cause us some serious damage! Leave the archer to me!"
He turns his attention back to the archer, and lets two arrows fly. They appear in mid-air, speeding towards the ensnared bowman (AC 23 for 26 HP, AC 22 for 16 HP)
(My apologies about positional description problems, however, the archer can apparently see Renik.-DM Ian)
Rond d20+13=23 d20+23=34 Wednesday September 17th, 2003 11:27:56 AM
Taking his cue Rond does not pick up the dropped bows. Feng will get the party started, so Rond will come up from behind with a secondary surprise attack.
Hide =23 MS=34
Tratain AC 27 HP 50 (Shield of Faith; Bulls Strength 19 str; Prot. From Elements Lightning 84 points; Spell Immunity: Fireball/Blindness; See Invisible) Wednesday September 17th, 2003 11:30:58 AM
Tratain runs after Feng and calls out to the others "Setanos, Abram, lets go, it looks like the battle will be decided down the hall, lets go finish this."
Setanos (Ac (29) 22, HP 56. Ex BullStr 5, ExCatGr 4, ExEnd 5, ExMageAr) Wednesday September 17th, 2003 2:10:46 PM
Setanos nods to Tratain, running down the hall after Feng with Tratain.
Draax AC21 HP 78 d20+15=18 d20+10=28 d8+3=11 Wednesday September 17th, 2003 5:14:33 PM
Draax fires off a couple of more arrows at the invisible archer. His first shot goes amiss as he is distracted by the other running down the hall. He has better success with his second shot and hits the entangled archer (AC28, 11dmg).
Off and running - Dm Ian 9d6(1+3+5+4+3+1+5+2+1)=25 d20+6=16 5d6(1+4+5+6+6)=22 d20+19=28 d20+19=33 d20+19=28 d20+19=28 d20+14=28 d20+9=14 2d4(2+3)+9=14 Wednesday September 17th, 2003 6:26:37 PM
Renik and Draax stand and deliver again, causing a grunt of pain, and the appearance of a bloody koalinth, hanging motionless in the writhing roots, transfixed with arrows.
Arien remains next to Draax, kneeling behind the barrier.
(Any volunteers to play Arien until he is able to return to active posting?)
Feng takes off running down the twisting, descending corridor, and emerges into the lower cavern, followed shortly by Setanos, Tratain, and a determined, angry looking Abram who grips his longsword with white knuckles.
The cavern below is as Renik saw it before. It is a rough oval over two hundred feet wide, over a hundred deep, and at its craggy heights, about eighty feet. The center and left of the room is filled with murky water, and the far left side of the room is dominated by a listing, beached caravel, with massive holes torn into its wooden flanks.
The right side of the cavern has a twelve foot high shelf, atop which stands Usshas by the ship, Malachi, the sahuagin priestess, in teh center, and the immense, tatooed sahaugin blackguard by the southern cavern wall. All three appear to be covered by stoneskin, and the blackguard is approximately thirteen feet tall, his four arms flexing eagerly.
As you come into the room, Usshas incants a spell, and the cavern opening erupts around the charging warriors in flame. Abram takes the full brunt of the blast, lurching in pain.
(Fireball Reflex save vs DC 18 please for half damage. As expected, Tratain is immune.)
Malachi incants a quiet prayer, and is shrouded in a shadowy aura. At the same time, the blackguard jumps from the cavern shelf to the floor, and as he lands, unleashes a barrage of thrown javelins, clearly hasted. One of those javelins explodes into lightning, striking Feng for 22pts of damage (Reflex save DC 14 please).
The other five javelins flash across the room at Setanos. Only one impacts, thanks to his shield spell, inflicting 14 pts of damage.
With an unearthly wail of torment, an form of darkness given shape descends out of the air above the party. As the thing levitates into combat range with Tratain, the group recognizes Marcus, transformed into a Wraith.
Rond makes it about halfway down the hallway, and sees the fireball go off before him with a dull boom.
Feng (Ac 23, HP 52) d20+9=18 d20+9=22 d20+1=12 d20+1=20 Wednesday September 17th, 2003 10:09:24 PM
Feng raises his arms to shield his face from the fire and lightning. Gritting his teeth, Feng pushes aside the pain and looks up at the three figures.
"Cover me if you can. I'm going to introduce myself."
Feng takes toward the shelf, building up speed for his running start. With a loud groan Feng jumps high into the air attempting to reach the shelf.
ooc: Rolled a 20 for his jump check combined with his ring of jumping gives him a 50. I believe he just clears the shelf. Unless I am mistaken Jumping counts as normal movement. If that is true then Feng will lay on hands to heal up to full. BTW used 1 hero point to reroll the jump check.
Tratain AC 27 HP 50 (Shield of Faith; Bulls Strength 19 str; Prot. From Elements Lightning 84 points; Spell Immunity: Fireball/Blindness; See Invisible) d20+2=15 2d6(3+4)+9=16 Wednesday September 17th, 2003 11:30:39 PM
Tratain watches the wraith float down and his mind races trying to think if there is any way to save the spymaster. Deciding that he can't risk leaving the wraith roam free to attack him and his comrades he calls upon the power granted to him as a cleric of Domi to try and turn undead marcus. (Turning Check 15, Clerics Level + 1 = 8 Hit Dice undead or lower are effected 16 Hit Dice worth of Undead are effected if successful)
Tratain calls out "Setanos, Abram go try and Help Feng, the others can help me with undead Marcus if my Turning isn't successful"
Arien (19 hp, AC 25, Shield, Mage Armor) Thursday September 18th, 2003 12:21:44 AM
Concentrating on the archer Arien doesn't realize that what is happening behind him until Feng is gone. Cursing, Arien activates his boots and takes off after Feng.
Renik: Improved Invisible, Cat's Grace, AC 25, HP 62 Thursday September 18th, 2003 2:27:32 AM
A sigh of relief escapes the rogue's lips as the dire archer finally falls limp on his bonds. Time now for the main event... The invisible rogue calls down to his two remaining companions in the cavern:
"Draax, Arien, I'm going to try and sneak up on that four armed freak and see if I can help cut him down to size. I want you two to hit the spellcasters, Draax with arrows, Arien with offensive spells or dispel magics if you have 'em. Good luck!"
And Renik flies into the tunnel at full speed, towards the sounds of combat. As he flies he stows his bow, and draws his shortswords.
Rond 69 hp 19 AC Thursday September 18th, 2003 8:34:02 AM
Hoping the others can survive for a little bit longer. Rond pulls out his haste scroll and waits for Arien to try to get him to cast the scroll.
Draax AC21 HP 78 Thursday September 18th, 2003 3:59:32 PM
Draax gives Renik a thumb up and then sprints down the hall towards the others and quickly locks his sights on the malenti wizard.
Battle is joined - Dm Ian 9d6(1+4+5+4+6+6+3+2+5)=36 d20+23=37 d20+23=35 d20+23=43 (roll to confirm crit) d20+23=32 d20+18=35 d20+13=14 2d4(1+3)+9=13 2d4(3+3)+9=15 2d4(4+3)+9=16 2d4(2+1)+9=12 2d4(1+4)+9=14 Thursday September 18th, 2003 7:20:56 PM
Feng and the blackguard pass each other in mighty charges. Feng easily leaps atop the shelf, landing within a few feet of the sahuagin priestess, who unlimbers a barbed trident even as she speaks a single sword in her foul tongue.
With that word, a flamestrike drops from the ceiling to smash into Feng.
(36 points, reflex save for half against DC 19.)
Tratain sends the Marcus-wraith screaming backwards, flying slowly and reeling.
The remainder of the party arrives about this point, Rond concealed from the view of the enemies behind a rock protrusion, and Renik invisible and flying.
The blackguard thunders across the room, charging into Setanos and Tratain with a flurry of javelin swings, connecting twice with each.
(43 damage to Tratain, including the critical, and 26 to Setanos.)
With the blackguard this close, Tratain and Setanos feel a rending despair settle over them.
(-2 to saves, from an aura of depair, 10 foot radius.)
Usshas notices Draax's arrival, and glare with a frightened start. He incants a single word, sending five brightly glowing missiles across the room to wound Draax.
(Maximized magic missile - 25 pts of damage)
Over all this shrieking, magical violence, and the background of the waves crashing somewhere nearby, a grinding bass voice sounds from behind the ruined ship.
"You said they would not get this close, priestess. Our contract clearly spells out this eventuality."
With that, something truly huge moves behind the boat, hard on the stone, and splashes into the water, sending a three foot high wave careening around the ship. Then, a splash announces the form being engulfed completely in the water.
The priestess cries out in sahuagin, and then shouts in common, "No matter. I will transform you all into undead for your crimes, as I did you your spymaster!"
Feng (Ac 23, 67 Hp) d20+9=20 d20+16=31 d20+11=26 d20+8=24 d8+17=20 d6=6 d8+17=19 d6=1 d8+8=15 d6=2 Thursday September 18th, 2003 8:50:52 PM
"Foul Witch I shall end your life now and send your evil from the Wold."
Feng does his best to ignore the searing flame that singed his body as he leapt aside. With a word his double axe bursts into flame. Using his great strength, Feng brings the axe around to hopefully cleave the priestess in two.
[1st Atk- Smite Evil- hit Ac 31 for 26] [2nd Atk- Smite Evil- hit Ac 26 for 20] [3rd Atk- Normal- hit Ac 24 for 17]
Feng OOC Thursday September 18th, 2003 8:51:41 PM
ooc: forgot to mention that Feng got a 20 on his reflex save
Draax AC21, HP 78 d20+15=24 d20+10=23 d8+4=9 2d6(2+5)=7 d8+4=10 2d6(2+2)=4 Thursday September 18th, 2003 9:52:22 PM
As he spots Usshsa, Draax takes a +1 holy arrow from his quiver and aims at the malenti wizard. The half-elf warrior cringes at little as he watches the magic missile come flying towards him. He is relieved when the missiles are absorbed in his Brooch of Shielding.
With a smile on his face Draax fires a couple of holy arrows at Usshas (hit AC 24 for 9 regular dmg, 7 points holy dmg and AC 23 for 10 regular dmg, 4 holy dmg)
Tratain AC 27 HP 7 (Shield of Faith; Bulls Strength 19 str; Prot. From Elements Lightning 84 points; Spell Immunity: Fireball/Blindness; See Invisible) d20+17=34 3d8(7+4+8)+7=26 Thursday September 18th, 2003 10:47:07 PM
The Blows From the Blackguard nearly Drop Tratain to his knees but he manages to hold himself up. Tratain then defensively casts cure serious wounds on himself. (Rolled 34 vs DC 18, Healed 26) Tratain calls out "Renik, We need a little help over here, Arien dispel his magics if you can, I am not able to anymore. He's too powerful Hasted and stoneskinned. And watch for whatever that was that went into the water it sounded big."
Arien (19 hp, AC 29, Shield, Mage Armor, Haste) Friday September 19th, 2003 12:21:38 AM
Reaching into his haversack Arien summons a scroll of dispel magic and casts it as an area dispel to catch Usshas and Malachi but not any hamleteers that may be nearby. Then because he is hasted Arien turns and casts Slow on the Blackguard.
(Not sure how many spells are in effect on Usshas and Malachi so I'll let Ian make the rolls, the scroll was scribed at 20th level so all the rolls for the dispel are at +10. Will save for Slow is DC 19)
Rond 69 hp 19 AC d20+13=24 d20+23=39 d20+12=24 d20+7=27 d20+12=32 d20+7=25 d20+12=14 d10=2 d6=6 d10=1 d10=8 d6=1 d6=4 d6=4 Friday September 19th, 2003 1:31:59 AM
Not sure if his designated target is hiding or dead, Rond chooses to move in and attack the blackguard. Doing his best he'll continue to use every trick he can to keep himself hidden from the black guard.
Hide 24, MS 39.
(including attacks because I'm unsure what kind of distance he'll be able to cover.)
AC 24 for 9pt plus 6 points fire dam AC 27 (possible crit 2nd roll AC 25) (1+8)+7=8 or 16 ppts plus 1 pt fire AC 32 (possible crit 2nd roll AC 14) (doubtful ;) ) for (4+4)+7=11 or 15 points
Renik: Improved Invisible, Cat's Grace, AC 25, HP 62 d20+18=29 d8+4=6 4d6(2+1+5+5)=13 d20+13=16 d20+16=35 d20+16=17 d8+4=11 4d6(5+3+1+4)=13 Friday September 19th, 2003 2:44:52 AM
Renik nods silently at Tratain's call for aid, and unleashes a hail of blows upon the Blackguard as he hovers just above him, hoping that his invisibility will catch the creature off guard (AC 29 for 19HP, AC 16 misses I assume, AC 35 (no crit) for 24 HP. Added +1 to hits for higher ground, +2 for Cat's Grace, all Sneak Attacks).
"Hit it hard, Setanos!" he calls. They need to inflict as much damage to the creature as quickly as possible, try and get it on the back foot. "Abram, use that shield to try and protect Tratain if you can, he's hurt!" (requesting Aid Another action from Abram on Tratain, +2 to AC).
He too is unnerved by the ominous heavy footfalls approaching them, but they have to take down one enemy at a time. Whatever is approaching will just have to wait...
Setanos (Ac (29) 22, HP (-9). Ex BullStr 5, ExCatGr 4, ExEnd 5, ExMageAr) d20+3=14 Friday September 19th, 2003 10:01:56 AM
As the second Javelin connects, Setanos slumps to the ground, unconscious.
Unmitigated violence - Dm Ian d8+4=5 4d6(3+5+1+2)=11 d20+10=15 d20+10=21 d20+9=18 d20+9=20 d20+10=21 d20+9=16 d20+10=30 d20+9=21 d20+10=21 d20+10=17 d20+10=22 d20+10=13 d20+10=28 d20+10=30 d20+10=24 d20+10=17 d20+14=27 d20+14=18 d20+14=33 d20+14=32 d20+14=19 d20+14=20 d20+14=25 d20+14=28 d20+8=17 d20+23=40 d20+23=42 d20+23=24 d20+23=34 d20+18=38 d20+13=15 2d4(4+1)+9=14 2d4(1+1)+9=11 2d4(4+4)+9=17 2d4(1+1)+9=11 2d4(1+3)+9=13 d20+17=37 d20+17=29 d20+12=18 d20+13=31 2d4(2+1)+6=9 2d4(2+3)+6=11 2d4(3+4)+12=19 5d4(3+3+3+3+2)+5=19 Friday September 19th, 2003 6:45:17 PM
Feng presses his attack, hammering flaming blows at the stoneskin-protected priestess. All three blows connect, but are partially turned by the stoneskin effect. She reels under the force of the blows, bleeding heavily.
Renik and Rond converge on the towering blackguard from different angles, cutting the dark warrior as he steps over Setanos. All blows land, even Renik's wobbling overhead shot from invisibility. Although the blows are partially turned by stoneskin, the blackguard's skin is broken and burnt in many places.
Draax snaps two arrows that fly across the room, and wound the malenti wizard, despite his stoneskin protection. The wizard reels from the force of the blows for a moment, before refocusing and beginning to chant again.
Arien finishes his scroll, and a brief flash occurs over Malachi and Usshas. Although the other adventurers are too far away, Feng reads the fear in Usshas' eyes, and the rage contorting the features of the priestess at this intrusion. Everyone can see the stoneskin fall away from Usshas and Malachi both, as well as some of the luster fall away from the green, oiled silk robes worn by the priestess.
Arien's second spell clearly shears the haste effect from the blackguard.
At the cry of pain from Usshas, the blackguard shouts, "You will not touch my brother again!", and leaps forward at Draax, landing periliously close to Arien.
(Spring attack, no attack of opportunity from those nearby.)
He explodes into violence upon Draax, rending with javelins in all four hands, roaring in rage and pain.
(Four blows connect, including one crit, for a total of 66 pts of damage)
As the mighty sahuagin rushes by Abram throws himself over Setanos' fallen form, covering it with his shield. He trembles in shock, and only those closest hear him quietly say, "No... please... Domi please, no."
It might be only a single broken sentence, but for a moment, his hand glows, and Setanos' wounds partially heal.
(10 hp healing).
Whatever was shambling around behind the boat goes quiet with one last massive splash as it is fully submerged.
Malachi swipes at Feng desperately with her trident, trying to fend his attacks off. As she seeks to land her last blow, she cries out, "Dominator! Make me strong, great Ga'al!"
She strikes with the first and last blows, the first perfectly placed, and the last hitting with unbelievable force.
(Total, 39 pts of damage to Feng)
Usshas, tired and wounded, wavers before casting another spell, looking from his leader endangered, to his brother surrounded. He reaches out once towards his brother, and then turns and releases five magic missiles towards Feng with a grimace.
(19 additional points of damage to Feng.)
Draax AC21, 12 hp d20+17=26 d20+12=21 d8+10=12 d8+10=11 Friday September 19th, 2003 8:56:48 PM
Draax smiles as watches his arrows sticking out of the malenti wizard. Seeing Usshsa in his weakened state, Draax thinks to himself that the next couple of arrows should finish the wizard. So engrossed in his self praising that the half-elven warrior barely hears the blackguard's shout and is caught off guard as the blackguard leaps towards him.
Draax's foundation is rocked by the force of the blows he received and is almost driven to his knees. Calling on his inner strength he drops his bow and pulls his thundersword. Showing no fear in his eyes and determined to go down fighting Draax attacks the four armed fiend with his sword (AC 26 for 12dmg, AC 21 for 11dmg).
Tratain AC 27 HP 33 (Shield of Faith; Bulls Strength 19 str; Prot. From Elements Lightning 84 points; Spell Immunity: Fireball/Blindness; See Invisible) d20+13=26 d20+8=22 2d6(6+4)+8=18 2d6(6+4)+8=18 Friday September 19th, 2003 9:11:07 PM
Tratain steps up to the Blackguard and swings twice hopeing that the groups combined attacks will be enough to finish the Blackguard before he can do anymore damage. (Hit AC 26 for 18 damage, AC 22 for 18 damage)
Arien (19 hp, AC 29, Shield, Mage Armor, Haste) 9d6(3+2+3+2+3+4+6+4+3)=30 9d6(2+3+6+2+5+3+4+6+6)=37 Friday September 19th, 2003 10:15:50 PM
Stepping to the side to get a clear shot at the Blackguard, Arien unleashes dual lightning bolts, aimed to hit the Blackguard and no one else.
(Damage for the first bolt = 30, Damage from the second = 37. Reflex DC to save = 21)
Feng (Ac 23, 9 Hp) d20+13=27 d20+8=20 d20+8=20 d8+8=12 d6=1 d8+8=15 d6=4 d8+8=10 d6=6 Friday September 19th, 2003 10:54:52 PM
Feng breathes heavily as the blood flows from deep and vicious wounds. His breathing is labored and pained. Feng looks upon the evil priestess with a calm face.
"If I don't get you then somebody else will. Whatever creature you were trying to get power from has abandonded you."
With what he believes to be his last bit of strength, Feng brings his flaming axe down on the priestess.
[hit ac 27 for 13] [hit ac 20 for 19] hit ac 20 for 16]
Renik d20+20=30 d8+4=5 4d6(4+6+4+5)=19 Saturday September 20th, 2003 3:19:21 AM
Seeing the blackguard hammered with blows from all sides and then fried like crispy bacon by Arien's lightning, and knowing too that Rond is also about to attack, the invisible rogue shifts targets.
Flying straight towards Usshas he lashes out with a single well-aimed blow of his shortsword, trying to cut the mage down before he can do any further damage (AC 30 for 24 HP).
Rond 69 hp 19 AC d20+12=18 d20+7=14 d20+12=23 d10+7=8 d10+7=13 d6=4 d6=1 d6+7=12 Sunday September 21st, 2003 10:29:46 PM
Hearing what seems everyone converging on the Blackguard, Rond holds his action to see if there's anything left to attack.
If Rond can hold action, he'll move to engage targets that have downed or fallen party members. If he cannot, he'll attack the blackguard.
(generic rolls)
AC 18 for 8 sword and 4 fire AC 14 for 13 sword and 1 fire AC 23 (shortsword) for 12 points.
Setanos (Ac (29) 22, HP (1). Ex BullStr 5, ExCatGr 4, ExEnd 5, ExMageAr) d20+11=25 d8+6=11 Monday September 22nd, 2003 2:43:49 PM
Regaining consciousness, Setanos stands wobbly on his feet and strikes out at the blackguard.
Symphony of Destruction - Dm Ian Monday September 22nd, 2003 6:04:05 PM
Weaving a bit in pain and exhaustion, Feng hacks the priestess apart. Before Usshas can complete another rapid spell to cut Feng down, Reniks invisible blade ends his life as well.
Down in the mouth of the cavern, the remainder of the group leaps on the struggling blackguard, with furious combinaton of blows punctuated by the bright flash of lightning. The blackguard falls to his knees, whispers, "Ga'al, I come...", and hits the ground dead.
As the group pants and reforms, the pounding thunder of the nearby surf is only broken by the wailing of Marcus's wraith, hovering over the deck of the ruined ship.
Draax, AC 21, 28 HP d10+6=16 Monday September 22nd, 2003 9:30:54 PM
As the blackguard falls, Draax takes a moment to catch his breath and take his cure moderate wounds potion (gained 16hp). Looking around at the dead bodies he does a mental count. To himself he thinks, OK, 4 down 1 to go. Out loud his says, "OK, where is the doppelganger?"
He scans the area for their foe when he notices the wailing of the wraith. Looking up at the evil image of Marcus the only thing that comes out of the warrior's mouth is, "Oh crap!"
Feng (Ac 23, 13 Hp) Monday September 22nd, 2003 10:00:51 PM
Feng's breathing was fast and deep. It was a strain just to remain on his feet but it was almost over. Only Marcus was left. He hated to do it but he might not have a choice. It was a miracle that everyone was still alive. In their weakened state the wraith could do some serious harm. Placing his hand on his chest, Feng uses the last of his healing energy.
ooc: lay on hands for 4
Tratain AC 27 HP 33 (Shield of Faith; Bulls Strength 19 str; Prot. From Elements Lightning 84 points; Spell Immunity: Fireball/Blindness; See Invisible) d20+12=15 d8+5=9 Monday September 22nd, 2003 10:30:10 PM
Tratain Says to the Others "I turned the Marcus Wraith, it should be unable to fight back if we act quickly. I don't think there is anyway to save the spymaster, I will go look but in order to make him a wraith I believe he would have to be dead. I will go check out his body. I am unable to approach the wraith or my turning will break. If I determine nothing can be done you must end his unlife quickly."
Tratain will then approach the spymasters body and examine it. (15 Heal check to determine his status.) Trying to see if anything can be done or if he has to give the word to slay the wraith. Tratain will also cast a healing spell on the body after removing the gems and such from the spymasters body to see if that would have any effect. (Healed 9 if there's any chance healing would help him.)
Rond Tuesday September 23rd, 2003 12:50:20 AM
Scanning the area for any other tell tale signs of enemies. Rond comments, " Can we speak with the dead, in order to see if the priestess can tell us how to change Marcus back. Can we force her to tell us, if she knows how?
Renik Tuesday September 23rd, 2003 2:41:36 AM
Surveying their fallen foes, Renik feels a flush of relief. "The Doppelganger fell at Rond's hand, Draax." he says. "I think there is only that twisted perversion of Marcus left to deal with."
He grips his blood soaked shortswords tight and hovers over towards the rest of the party. As "OK, we're most of us pretty badly beaten up. I want those injured to keep well away from that thing. That means you, Feng!
If Tratain says we need to attack I want everyone to pull back, then hit it with missile weapons or ranged spells. It can't hurt us at range, so let's not get anyone needlessly hurt by going in close, OK? As it approaches us everyone fall back and keep hitting it with ranged attacks."
If their cleric deems their former leader beyond salvation Renik will wait until everyone is back a good distance, and with a clear path of retreat down the hallway, before giving the order to open fire. He readies his own bow as he does so.
Setanos (Ac (29) 22, HP (1). Ex BullStr 5, ExCatGr 4, ExEnd 5, ExMageAr) Tuesday September 23rd, 2003 2:19:41 PM
I'll follow you lead Brother. Just tell me when you want me to strike.
Arien (19 hp, AC 29, Shield, Mage Armor) Tuesday September 23rd, 2003 4:44:35 PM
Arien breathes a sigh of relief as the Blackguard and the rest fall. Deactivating his boots, Arien takes a step back and looks at the wraith. Thinking out loud Arien says, "Maybe we can destroy the wraith which should let Marcus' soul go peacefully, then we could take the body and have it raised so that the soul would return to the body."
Gathering - Dm Ian d20=1 d20=15 d20=12 d20=15 Tuesday September 23rd, 2003 7:09:01 PM
Tratain finds that Marcus was killed by a ritual, perhaps even death knell, and that the gems on his eyes have shattered from within and become worthless, as would be expected by the create greater undead spell. He is non-resurrectable, and quite dead.
Rond searches around the cavern with, noting the equipment on the slain forms of their enemies, and a set of crates behind the nose of the ship on the far side of the cavern, behind the wraith.
Renik marshalls the remainder of the party in the hallway.
Tratain AC 27 HP 33 (Shield of Faith; Bulls Strength 19 str; Prot. From Elements Lightning 84 points; Spell Immunity: Fireball/Blindness; See Invisible) d20+7=27 d20+7=24 d8=2 d8=8 d8=4 Tuesday September 23rd, 2003 8:01:00 PM
Tratain calls out to Renik "There is nothing to be done for him now, he was ritualy sacrificed. Destroy the wraith so that Marcus's spirit can move on to Gargul's realm."
Tratain then casts spiritual weapon and commands the Warhammer to attack the Wraith (Natural 20, 24 To confirm Crit. Damage 2 / 14 if critical is succesful.)
Feng (Ac 23, 13 Hp) Tuesday September 23rd, 2003 9:33:06 PM
Feng stands there watching. He wants to do something but unfotunately his body wouldn't hold up. He's not even sure if he can jump down and remain standing.
Arien Tuesday September 23rd, 2003 9:47:02 PM
Not feeling all that well himself Arien pulls out his potion of cure moderate wounds. Then changing mind he walks over to Feng and hands him the potion saying, "Drink up Feng, you need this much more than I do."
Renik d20+16=29 d20+11=28 d8+4=10 d8+4=7 Wednesday September 24th, 2003 2:45:17 AM
The rogue nods sadly at Train's words. It seems their spymaster is truly gone. He helps Feng down from the ledge, ensures all the party are in the hallway together, then says quietly; "Open fire".
Two arrows fly from his bow, heading unerringly for their target (AC 29 for 10 HP, AC 28 for 7 HP).
Rond Wednesday September 24th, 2003 9:28:12 AM
With no ranged attack available to him. Rond commends the spymasters soul to Alemi. He prays that the High priestess and any other souls that Marcus has touched or worked with, will find ease whenever they learn of his death.
Draax, AC 21, 28 HP d20+15=29 d20+10=24 d8+4=6 2d6(3+4)=7 d8+4=7 2d6(2+2)=4 Wednesday September 24th, 2003 12:02:22 PM
"Oh yeah, the doppelganger was disposed of, thanks Renik."
Since the decision to take the wraith of Marcus down has been made, Draax fires 2 holy arrows at the creature (Hits AC 29 for 6 dmg, 7 holy dmg and AC 24 for 7 dmg, 4 holy dmg).
Stand and deliver - Dm Ian Wednesday September 24th, 2003 8:56:17 PM
With Rond praying quietly, and Arien tending to Feng, the unfortunate wraith that was Marcus is annihilated by ranged fire. A hideous shriek rises from the form of darkness as it is shattered.
"Thhhhhaaaaaannnnk yooooouuu."
In the quiet aftermath, the group reforms, and discovers the following on the bodies of their enemies.
Three javelins equal in appearance to the one that sprouted lightning earlier. - blackguard Eight masterwork javelins - blackguard and sticking out of Setanos Silver bracers inscribed with the form of waves - blackguard A masterwork trident - priestess Some leather armor tooled with the image of a mountain - found underneath the priestess' robes Two scrolls - found on Usshas A spellbook bound in sharkskin - found on Usshas Mighty longbow +4 - koalinth archer masterwork bastard sword - koalinth archer Scarred gladiators leather armor - koalinth archer Shortsword - slain doppelganger 6 throwing daggers - slain doppelganger bone wand with a animal claw inset in the tip - slain doppelganger 340 silver pieces, and 412 gold pieces - various pouches 9 large onyxes similar to the one used to corrupt Marcus - priestess
Abram collapses against the wall at this point, tears streaming unabashedly down his face.
The are also three by three by three foot crates on the far side of the boat.
Tratain 2d8(7+4)+7=18 Wednesday September 24th, 2003 10:03:09 PM
After the Wraith is slain Tratain checks over the group and begins healing everyone. He decides that Abram needs some space at the moment so he will wait a few moments for Abram to have some privacy with his thoughts before going to check on him.
Tratain Heals Setanos for 18.
OOC: If we are out of combat and It's ok with Ian can everyone include how much they are down so I have an Easier time trying to heal everyone instead of trying to guess.
(Fine with me - Dm Ian)
Feng (Ac 23, 25 Hp) 2d8(8+4)=12 Wednesday September 24th, 2003 10:40:49 PM
Feng reluctantly drinks the potion and feels a little better. His wounds were still serious and would need immediate attention. The flame on his axe fades away and Feng slips the double axe into his front pocket. Feng found the pants to be very useful and always stylish. Just like Bill was. He wonders how this battle would have gone if Bill was with them. Reaching into his pack Feng withdraws his healing kit and his bag of holding.
"Here. Store the spoils in here. The wounded may step forward and I will bandage your wounds. We all need magical healing as soon as possible."
Feng opens his kit and slowly strips off his armor. Wincing a little, Feng bandages his wounds.
Rond (down 23 I think) Wednesday September 24th, 2003 11:11:19 PM
"Take care of the others, I can hold out till we're clear. I suspect we'll have to head back to Plateau city to report on this."
Renik: No healing required d20+5=6 d20+10=13 Thursday September 25th, 2003 6:14:50 AM
The rogue nods at Rond's comments. "Aye, we need to get back to Plateau City and let the Lord High Mayor know what happened here. And we should probably take Marcus' body back with us too for a proper burial." (OOC: How many days journey is it to PC from here?)
He stands over the desecrated body of their former spymaster, his face hard. "You didn't deserve this fate, Marcus" he says softly. "You fought well on your path between the light and the dark. May your soul be at rest."
He turns away, helping the others pack away the spoils into the bag of holding. As he does so he asks "Can anyone here identify some of these magical items? It would be a lot cheaper than having the Catacombs do it for us."
The gear stowed he turns his attention to the boxes. First he checks to see if they carry the same markings a those seen back at the ambush clearing. Then he will open one to check the contents, expecting to find bolts of silk. If he does he says "We'll also need to return this Catacombs stolen property. We're going to need a horse and cart to transport them and Marcus' body. There were two tipped over wagons back at the ambush site, we may be able to right one of them. Feng, would you be willing to have your mount pull it?"
Finaly he floats up into the air towards the ship, and examines the broken vessel. He hunts for any clues as to who or what caused those mysterious and ominous footfalls, but it is pretty half-hearted; he just wants to get out of these gloomy caves now, and free those poor slaves (Search 6, Spot 13).
Draax, AC 21, 28 HP (Down 51) Thursday September 25th, 2003 5:10:12 PM
As he listens to the others, Draax still stands on guard. He is ready to help moves supplies and/or bodies. Looking back down the hall he says, "Lets not forget that we have to make sure that those poor mind slaves are well enough to return to their home."
The plot revealed - Dm Ian Thursday September 25th, 2003 6:01:09 PM
Standing guard vigilantly with an arrow ready for any trouble, Draax patrols the area. All is quiet for a few minutes as the group searches the area and talks quietly, and then hears a human voice yell, "I don't care, I'm going home. The heroes may be dead for all we know!" The sound apparently comes from the tunnels that brought you down to this place.
Loot is collected and stashed in Feng's bag. Considering a bit, he thinks that Plateau City would be at least a weeks travel, if not more, except that Arien has access to the teleport spell when he rememorizes again, so the entire party could move in one or two days, depending on the amount of weight Arien can move with each cast.
Abram remains quiet, folded in on himself, breathing heavily.
Looking around, Rond finds signs of the creature that spoke, and retreated, from behind the ruined ship. The footprints are massive indentations in the sand, indicating a being of colossal weight and size, moving on four stubby legs. There is indication of a squat tail, and a rubbing mark in an arc twenty feet long across the crumbling wood hull of the wrecked ship. The signs taken together are puzzling, until he tries to build a picture in his mind of what kind of creature would be at least thirty feet long, be able to swim, have four legs, a short tail, and armor that would run in a straight line down its body.
Do turtles really get --that- big?
In opening the crates, Renik finds that the first crate not only has bolts of fine silk, as expected, but a set of papers on top of the silk.
The papers are written in Common, an obvious curiosity considering the lack of human foes recently. They form a correspondence between three parties, the Hidden Master, the sahuagin priestess Malachi, and someone identified as Brother L.
The letters cover a time period of at least three months, beginning with a reply to a message from Malachi to the Hidden Master, negotiating his services and that of his mercenaries for the avenging of the desecration of a sahuagin Temple some time in the past. A surface dwelling adventurers party is mentioned as having been involved, and tracked back to Windhorn Hamlet.
Following letters reveal that the Hidden Master had confirmed with his usual employer for this term of service, before replying to Malachi. The usual employer, Brother L, mentions that his research in the captured library will keep him confined for some time, and that the Brother will not require guards for forays out into the Wold.
The later letters detail the stalking of the surface dwelling party, tracking their movements, and investigating their allies, tactics, home, and known resources. At this point, Marcus is first mentioned, and a plan is quickly formulated.
Renik almost has to put down the papers at this point. Marcus died as bait for the group.
The final paper is not dated in the sequence, and entails a series of directions for the sahuagin to fall back up the coast to a fortified dungeon in the Red Hills, about six days north of this location. The plan called for the Hidden Master to meet the sahuagin there if they got separated, and that the Brother L would give them sanctuary from the surface dwellers if needed, as he had already overcome them once.
OOC - DM Ian Thursday September 25th, 2003 6:05:49 PM
I'm starting to collect my notes, and reread for hero point nominations. If you would like to nominate someone, please email me at ianhess@hotmail.com, and include the characters name, and the act in question.
Feng, 60 down Thursday September 25th, 2003 9:13:54 PM
"I can ask him Renik. Degg can be stubborn at times." A silent call goes to the Celestial Realms where Degg resides.
Feng closes his healing kit and walks over to Abram. He clasps the mans shoulder and says, "Congradulations would not be appropriate so instead I offer my thanks. Your selfless act has saved a life this day. He was always watching, waiting for you to prove yourself and you did."
Tratain d8+5=6 d8+5=13 2d8(7+4)+7=18 d8+5=8 d8+5=9 d8+5=10 d8+5=8 d8+1=4 d8+1=6 d8+1=4 d8+1=8 d8+1=3 d8+1=5 d8+1=9 d8+1=7 d8+1=7 d8+1=3 d8+1=6 d8+1=2 d8+1=7 d8+1=9 d8+1=8 d20+14=27 d20+14=23 d20+14=29 d20+14=15 d20+14=16 d20+14=30 Thursday September 25th, 2003 11:09:19 PM
Tratain pulls out his healing wand and moves throughout the group using it and his spells to begin healing everyone. Rond - Healed 13; Draax - Healed 35; Feng - Healed 40; Setanos Healed 24; Abram - Healed 24 Tratain Says "We need to rest a night so I can tend to everyone also. Tomorrow I will cast a spell on Marcus's Body to preserve it for the trip back to the City, I think it would be wise for us to go resupply before heading off to the place described in those letters." (Tratain will use his healing skills to tend to everyone while they rest during the night, Rond, Draax, Feng, Setanos, Arien, and Abram gain 2 hps per level for being tended while we rest.)
Tratain will cast detect magic and point out to Renik what should be seperated for Identification.
Tratain will go and talk with Abram while he heals him. He says "You did very well today, you fought against your fears. You saved Setanos and put yourself in harms way to protect others, I am very proud of what you did."
OOC: Are we officialy 3.5 now?
(We are indeed - Dm Ian)
Renik d20+2=17 Friday September 26th, 2003 2:44:00 AM
Horrified, the rogue reads out the contents of the letters to the group. "It seems that whatever cover we had as spies in Plateau City is well and truly blown" he says, indicating the letters. This would seem to indicate that our enemies have had the march on us for some considerable time.
His face hardens. "Well, I say its about time we turned the tables. We know where this Hidden Master and Brother L are holed up. I think we need to pay them a visit."
He ponders for some time, then makes the following suggestion. "I think we need to make for this dungeon in the Red Hills as soon as possible. So to my mind heading to Plateau City is out, it will just take too long. I think we can spare Degg the indignity, Feng. That being the case I think we have two options, and it's up to Arien to decide between them.
First we could head back into Windhorn Hamlet, and hand over Marcus' body to the local temple of Alemi, leaving a message for the head of that church who was involved in our recruitment. Oratai, I beleive her name was. Then we could visit the local Catacombs outpost, inform them of the boxes here, and do whatever buying and selling we need to do. In fact they may well do some identifying of items for free, as a reward for returning their stolen property.
The Second option is the same, but involves Arien teleporting back to Plateau City and delivering Marcus' body to Oratai personally, whilst the rest of us wait for him here. The only advantage of that plan I can see is that Oratai and the Lord High Mayor may be able to shed some light on the identity of this Hidden Master and Brother L.
Arien, it's your choice."
Renik thinks long and hard about the possible identity of this Brother L (Int check 17). Someone who has fought and bested them in the past? Who could it be? Likely to be a human, if the Common used in the letters is anything to go by, but who?
Rond Friday September 26th, 2003 7:20:37 AM
"Our cover may not be truyly blown, otherwise I think we would have had more problems than we have had in Plateau City. It could be this person had it out with us from the beginning. Maybe that council member that didn't like us after we took their temple away and freed the shark god.
I would also suspect that whoever this being was that left, might be directly involved. I don't think we would have the jump on that location, especially if they are still scrying on us. If we go back to Plateau City, the Lord High Mayor might have better resources to fight this scrying stuff that has been hindering us lately. Plus he might or might not have people that can investigate this whole coast. I'm worried that K'issts people might also be getting coerced into stuff in a similar fashion like the sea elves. I think the Mayor might want to send an appropriate envoy to check out all the small villages in the local seaboard.
With that in mind I would suggest that maybe we send Arien back with Marcus's body. Back to our shop, where he can make contact with the curator, who could probably make a rush to the Mayor and get some kind of word back to us as to what our next step is. We do not want the network to fall, with no one at the head to man it.
I would also suggest that you go back with Arien, Renik. So that way the leadership can talk directly with the curator and Mayor, and Arien doesn't have to make guesses as to what you might want to do. Do we have a teleport scroll handy, so that we might follow, if we have to?"
Arien (37 hp, Shield, Mage Armor) Friday September 26th, 2003 3:13:41 PM
"Here are my thoughts, Renik and I should take Marcus' body back to Plateau City. We should take all this stuff," Arien says gesturing to the pile of loot, "Back with us as well but I'll either need Feng and his bag of holding to come along or for Feng to lend us the bag. Then if everyone could make a list of items they'd like from the Catacombs, either Renik or I, or possibly Feng if he comes, or even all of us could visit the Catacombs to resupply us. Now if you'll excuse me for a moment." Arien walks over to the pile of treasure and casts Detect Magic over it.
((OOC I just need 5 more hp to be full))
Draax AC 21, 63 HP (Down 16) Friday September 26th, 2003 6:19:05 PM
Draax thanks Tain for the healing. Upon hearing the yelling, Draax raises his hand and points back toward the tunnel. In a low voice his says, "It might just be the sea-elves coming to their senses, but we should check to make sure. Does someone want to sneak down there and see who it is or do you want me to take a look?"
Draax continues to look in the direction of the tunnel waiting to see if anyone shows themselves.
Discussion and detection - Dm Ian Friday September 26th, 2003 7:28:33 PM
As the conversation continues, Arien casts a detect magic spell on the loot.
The following is non-magical:
Eight masterwork javelins A masterwork trident A spellbook bound in sharkskin masterwork bastard sword Scarred gladiators leather armor Shortsword 6 throwing daggers 340 silver pieces 412 gold pieces 9 large onyxes
The following radiates:
Three javelins - faint evocation Silver bracers inscribed with the form of waves - moderate - conjuration Some leather armor tooled with the image of a mountain - strong - abjuration First scroll - moderate - illusion Second scroll - moderate - conjuration Mighty longbow +4 - moderate - evocation bone wand with a animal claw inset in the tip - moderate - necromancy
Renik considers the vague hints in the letters as Arien takes the time to gather information from each item in turn. The only clue he is able to latch on to is the mention of this Brother L knowing your group, and the mention of a captured library.
Setanos HP 59 (down 13) Saturday September 27th, 2003 1:29:11 PM
"Interesting and dark news indeed. I'm of a mind to charge straight up the middle as it were, but if we're gonna take the time to get some more knowledge about our foes, so be it."
Setanos then thanks Tratain for the healing, and continues to keep watch on the surrounding area.
Tratain Saturday September 27th, 2003 1:54:36 PM
Tratain says "How far is Windhorn Hamlet from here, it may be best if Arien and Renik teleport to Plataue City to speak with whoever they need to about this matter while the rest of us travel to the Hamlet to resupply and wait for them if its not in the opposite direction. I doubt the meetings will go quickly. The leadership of Plataue CIty will want a say in what happens next because Marcus was important there, it may take a day or two for the authorities to decide to just let us go on to the Red Hills and the Fort. The Free'd slaves may need guidence and I wouldn't feel comforatble leaving them without knowing if they can make it someplace safe or not."
Tratain will then go check on the slaves and make sure that they are ok, and see if they need help back to a town, or if they will be fine on thier own.
Afterwards he says "Does anyone have any idea who this person is that we face, I have no idea but then again I am still new to the group and haven't been through many adventures yet with you all."
Renik Sunday September 28th, 2003 6:18:53 PM
The rogue listens to the suggestions and agrees. "Very well, Arien and myself will 'port to Plateau City and report. Everyone else get the slaves to safety and then head back to Windhorn Hamlet, and we'll rendezvous at the Inn.
As for the spoils, I'd like to identify them before we visit the Catacombs. That way we can decide what we want to keep and what we want to sell. Can we do that before Arien and myself leave? If not we'll identify it when we get to the city. Feng, do you mind if I borrow the Bag of Holding whilst we do that?"
When everyone is ready to leave Renik says "We'll head back to our shop as Rond suggested and take it from there. We should meet you back in Windhorn Hamlet in no more than a couple of days."
Draax Sunday September 28th, 2003 8:12:01 PM
Draax goes with Tratain to see about the ex-slaves and to ensure himself that it was indeed the sea-elves that he heard.
"No Tain, I have no idea who the surviving enemies are. I think the sahuagin priestess Malachi was the one that was after us for revenge and I have no idea if we had any encounters with her partners."
Feng (Down 20) Sunday September 28th, 2003 10:09:03 PM
"Feel free to take the bag. Bill handed me the bag but its purpose has always been to help us all. If there is anything else that comes up I still have the stylish pants o'plenty. Before we do anything I suggest we rest here or somewhere close by. It's been a trying day for us all, mentally and physically."
Arien Sunday September 28th, 2003 11:10:49 PM
"At the moment I do not have a way to identify anything though I hope to have that fixed before long. So I would say that we should get them identified at Plateau City and perhaps we could use one of the coins to communicate with the group back here to determine what we wish to keep."
Carl OOC Monday September 29th, 2003 2:36:43 AM
Apologies for the additional post, but Arien made a good point: do we turn up Marcus' communication coin in our search?
Rond Monday September 29th, 2003 8:55:12 AM
"Umm. Do we have the 2nd coin? that would be one good way to communicate if we could. Otherwise you might use Bill's gifts to scry for us when you are ready to come back.
Arien if you can get teleport more than once a day. Can you teleport a note or something inside someone's backpack, or someother item? That might be a simple way to communicate.
When you guys teleport back, be very careful. Our enemy could be watching for your return with some sort of trap.
When you get the items identified, I wouldn't mind the bow if no one else has any interest in it."
Discussion continues - Dm Ian Monday September 29th, 2003 7:32:40 PM
As the party continues dicussions and planning, Abram collects himself and heads out with Draax and Tratain to check on the voices.
In the next room, the three warriors find that the charmed slaves are gone, with obvious bare footprints in the mud leading out of the cavern.
Feng Monday September 29th, 2003 10:33:00 PM
Seeing that no actual descision has been made, Feng takes a seat and starts cleaning the blood off of him.
Tratain Monday September 29th, 2003 11:47:14 PM
Tratain says "It looks like the slaves wandered off, tomorrow I can prepare some spells to help us out. I will preserve Marcus's Body for a short while and memorize several sending spells. I can send a short message to Renik or Arien every day to give a brief update of our progress, and they will be able to respond in kind. I suggest resting up near the top of the cave entrence, I don't like the idea of being near the water where our enemies can appear and disapear out of with now warning and no way for us to fight them effectively."
Renik Tuesday September 30th, 2003 2:33:57 AM
"Good, we can communicate through Tratain or the coins if we find Marcus' coin." agrees the rogue.
(OOC: Ian: we have the party's communication coin, have we found the one that Marcus carried?).
We'll identify the items back in Plateau City, then get in touch to decide how ro proceed. Rond has the helm until Arien and I return."
He looks to the mage. "Whenever you're ready Arien." he smiles.
Setanos HP 59 (down 13) Tuesday September 30th, 2003 8:29:17 AM
"Sounds like a good plan ta me. I think we'd do good by getting out of this area before we split up though."
Rond Tuesday September 30th, 2003 8:36:04 AM
"We'll see if we can check up on those that were used against their will. Make sure everyone got out safe.
I'll cross my fingers that everything is relatively okay back at Plateau City."
Draax Tuesday September 30th, 2003 4:55:32 PM
Seeing that the slaves have departed, Draax returns and listens as the plans are finalized. While waiting he sits next to Feng and begins cleaning his sword with an oiled rag.
Arien d100=63 Tuesday September 30th, 2003 5:48:39 PM
"Well then, unless anyone has any objections, Renik and I shall be leaving now." Arien walks over to stand beside Renik, picturing their shop in Plateau City as he does so. Then falling into his spellcasting Arien casts teleport.
(Teleport is on target with a 63)
*Poof* Tuesday September 30th, 2003 6:21:04 PM
(You indeed still have your communication coin, but you did not find Marcus' coin.)
Arien's casting is forestalled by the communication coin Renik carries activating.
"Can you still hear me? If you can, report please. Marcus has been killed."
It is a cultured female voice, probably human.
Poof, interrupted - Dm Ian Tuesday September 30th, 2003 6:24:11 PM
(You indeed still have your communication coin, but you did not find Marcus' coin.)
Abram starts, and says quietly, "I have no words to... I know I walk this road now. You have this business to attend to. If you wish, I will take care of those who had been enslaved. I will gather them up from the nearby area, and take them back to the sea elven village, and then to the human settlements south of here."
Looking at each of the party in turn, Abram nods once, and the continues, "If you ever have need of me, call, and I will come."
As he turns to leave, Arien's casting is forestalled by the communication coin Renik carries, activating.
"Can you hear me? If you can, report please. Marcus has been killed."
It is a cultured female voice, probably human.
Feng Tuesday September 30th, 2003 6:49:19 PM
Feng stops his cleaning for a moment and looks at Renik.
"Well this should be interesting."
Tratain Tuesday September 30th, 2003 8:22:57 PM
Tratain Says "How would anyone know that Marcus is dead, it just happened a few minutes ago. Do you have some kind of code word that the person on the other end of the coin should know? If they want to meet I wouldn't do it anywhere other than Plataue City. Whoever is working with these sea devils here may be on the other end of that coin. And did anyone see where Inimicus ran off too?"
When Abram makes to leave he says "Thank you for taking the slaves to safety. If you have need of us just call, you did will today."
Draax Tuesday September 30th, 2003 10:39:09 PM
Draax looks up as Abram begins to leave. He is somewhat ashamed at his previous thoughts about the ex-paly or should he say restored paladin, but he is happy that the man has found his faith again. He nods farewell and seconds Tain's statement.
As the coin activates and the woman speaks, Draax wonders if this is another trap that they will have to walk into to find out the truth.
Renik Wednesday October 1st, 2003 5:34:43 AM
The rogue thanks Abram, and says "I knew you'd find your courage, if only the need presented itself. I am glad you have regained your path."
Renik stares at the suddenly active coin with a mixture of astonishment and suspicion. Previously only Marcus had ever contacted them on the coin, and to the best of his knowledge theirs were the only 2 coins that could communicate. If Marcus has been killed either he left his coin with his employers, or it was taken from him by one of his killers and disposed of.
And Tratain is right; how could anyone possibly know of Marcus' death?
Keeping his voice neutral he replies: "Identify yourself please. And by that I mean prove your identity beyond reasonable doubt. There has been too much half truth, misdirection and downright lying of late for me to take anything you tell me at face value."
Setanos (down 13) Wednesday October 1st, 2003 8:30:25 AM
Setanos quietly listens to the exchange, pondering who this female voice could belong too.
Arien Wednesday October 1st, 2003 6:57:37 PM
Arien ceases spellcasting as the voice comes from the coin. He listens intently, trying to determine if he can recognize the voice.
Conversation with Coinage - Dm Ian Wednesday October 1st, 2003 7:48:32 PM
The voice states, "I understand your reticence. If I may come to you, I believe all will be explained. Kindly do not attack. I am alone, and will not have a weapon in hand."
With this, there is a pop in midair about ten feet from the group, over towards the stone shelf, and a five foot ten human female appears. She wears the formal robes of a priestess of Domi, shimmering silver in color with his badge in the upper right. Her form is slightly indistinct, and at her waist is a rod of gnarled wood. In her hand is the opposite coin.
"I know of you, so let me introduce myself. I am the priestess Kirania, in service to the Plateau City government, and Courage, himself. If you have some truthing spell, I am willing to allow it to be cast."
Draax Wednesday October 1st, 2003 10:05:51 PM
As the priestess appears Draax readies an arrow in his bow, but keeps it pointed toward the ground. He looks at her with suspicion displayed openly on his face. Even if she is who she says she is, that does not mean that she is their friend. He also hopes that this person does not believe that because she holds the coin that she is their new boss. He looks over at the dead body of Marcus and says to himself in a very low voice, "My contract was with him and no one else."
Feng Wednesday October 1st, 2003 10:12:17 PM
Feng stares at the woman and tries to feel for an evil presence. He does not think he will find one but one can't be too careful.
Tratain Wednesday October 1st, 2003 10:55:45 PM
Tratain tries to remember if he has met this priestes during his time training at the war cathedral or anytime thereafter as he listens to what she has to say and what Renik says in return.
Setanos (down 13) Thursday October 2nd, 2003 8:44:34 AM
"I'll not be needing a truthing spell Lady of Courage. That you come here alone show's you got stones."
"Though if ya are tricking us, you'll soon wish you'd not come."
Rond Thursday October 2nd, 2003 9:02:05 AM
"We took oaths based on Alemi's power when we started for Marcus. We could probably ask for a similar oath, maybe?!"
Renik d20+12=24 Thursday October 2nd, 2003 4:14:55 PM
The rogue looks to Feng for his reaction to this woman. Assuming the big half orc signals his approval Renik says
"OK, it would seem you're not an enemy, at any rate. That does not neccessarily make you a friend. Before we go any further I want to know how you know Marcus, how you know of us, and how you knew of Marcus' death mere moments after it occurred."
He reaches out to touch the sleeve of her garment.
"Your appearance is blurred. Are you truly here, or merely some projection?"
Then he nods at Draax. "And my friend here has a point. His oath and mine were to Marcus. That leaves us with a question of employment. Do we work for you people any longer? It seems to me we have been working for your organization with no kind of renumeration for quite some time now, despite the ever increasing danger we find ourselves in as a result."
His hard look softens a little, and he leans forward, a flash of the old Renik in his eye as he suddenly notices how fine a neck and delicate a jaw this Kirania has. A hint of a smile curls at the corner of his mouth.
"You can state your case, Lady, but I suspect we will need some time alone to discuss it. Our party, that is, not you and I, interesting though that may be..." (Bluff (Flirt) 24)
The lady replies - Dm Ian d20+15=33 Thursday October 2nd, 2003 7:01:14 PM
Feng detects no evil.
The priestess smiles at the various statements made by the group.
"It would be a poor organization of operatives that could not be aware of the state of each other at range. You may be aware of a spell called status. We have developed a more powerful, ranged version for our needs."
With this, she lifts her holy symbol of Domi in a graceful hand and intones, "I swear that I am of the government of Plateau City, that I worked with Marcus in the past in his role as a spymaster, and that I mean you no harm."
With this done, she continues on in a more relaxed tone, lowering her holy symbol.
"I am not aware of the specific dealings between yourself and Marcus, only that the coins, and a relationship, existed. I can do little except apologize if the rewards given to you were uneven. Perhaps I can offer some information, in good faith, to help on that score? As for the blurred effect, I am currently under the effect of a sanctuary prayer. It seemed prudent."
Then, turning to Draax, she replies to his comment, having apparently heard him.
"I do not seek to control you, simply offer options. I see Marcus has been prepared for burial. For that I thank you."
Feng Thursday October 2nd, 2003 7:27:48 PM
For the first time Feng thinks that he might have misjudged his companions. While he has no objections in collecting some gold along the way, that is not why he fights the good fight. The powerful evil requires magical arms and armor plus other things on occasion. All of which requires gold.
"M'Lady not all of us are after coin. If there is a problem how may I assist you?"
Draax Thursday October 2nd, 2003 8:17:44 PM
Draax puts away his weapons and give the lady a respectful bow. "Thank you for alleviating some of my worries. Speaking for myself, my contract was with the former spy master and you owe me nothing. Although, the greedy side of my nature would not turn down any monetary offer you would throw our way and the vengeful side of me would love any information you could supply us about our new foe(s)."
He smiles as Feng makes his comments. "Like me big friend said, please tell us what you can."
Rond Thursday October 2nd, 2003 11:17:35 PM
Looking around the area to double check for scrying, Rond comments, "This is probably not a good time for any information to passed. We have been under scrutiny by forces that might have something to do with his death." (pointing to Marcus). Looking at Renik Rond continues, "If you think it's prudent, I might suggest that we move to Plateau city where the group might or might not be better protected against our unkown enemy." Looking back at the priestess Rond comments, " Though I do not doubt your intentions. We've also been plagued by Dopplegangers as of late."
Setanos (down 13) Friday October 3rd, 2003 10:15:12 AM
Setanos lowers his axe and adjusts to a less agressive posture. He listens to discussions of past contracts without comment, but speaks up after Rond does.
"Yer right Rond, here's not a fitting place to be discussing things. I'd for one feel better to be traveling to a more secure place."
An offer of proof and shelter - Dm Ian Friday October 3rd, 2003 6:52:09 PM
The priestess smiles at each of the group in turn, and says, "Unless you have some other means of conveyance planned, I can use a word of recall prayer to return us to the Temple of Domi in Plateau City. Would that be acceptable?"
ooc - bookkeeping - DM Ian Saturday October 4th, 2003 3:40:30 AM
I've sent out xp awards to everyone tonight. If you didn't get it, let me know and I will resend.
DM Ian
Renik Saturday October 4th, 2003 3:21:06 PM
Looking round at the others, the rogue shrugs. "Certainly. I have no objections. We can continue this discussion there."
Arien (Mage Armor) Sunday October 5th, 2003 4:03:20 PM
"Well since we already have business back in Plateau City I also have no objections."
Rond Sunday October 5th, 2003 5:37:07 PM
Looking at Renik and hearing his confirmation, Rond nods in agreement.
Draax Sunday October 5th, 2003 6:13:42 PM
Draax has no problem with the priestess' offer of travel. He nods his head in agreement with the others.
Feng Sunday October 5th, 2003 11:10:52 PM
"Sounds like a good idea."
Setanos (down 13) Monday October 6th, 2003 7:54:47 AM
Setanos nods in agreement. "It seems you got the answer to this."
A Recall, by and for the people! - Dm Ian Monday October 6th, 2003 6:53:32 PM
Kiriana incants a solemn prayer to Domi, raising her holy symbol from its steel chain to each of you. As she does so, the cavern and wrecked ship nearby become indistinct, and a rushing sound fills your ears.
Then you are within a white marbled temple hall, by large double doors partly opened to allow sunlight to stream in. At the other end of the hall stands a gleaming shrine to Domi, attended by a circle of priests in formal garb. They appear to be in quiet conference with about twenty kneeling worshippers, the reflected sunlight glinting off of chainmail armor carefully maintained.
Kiriana looks over the group, and states, "Welcome back to Plateau City. Please follow me... some things said should not be risked to idle ears."
With that she leads the group down a short side hallway, and into a thirty by twenty conference room. In the center of the room stands a sturdy, polished oak table surrounded by well-padded chairs of a variety of heights.
"Please, be comfortable. Refreshments will be here shortly, and you can be assured that the Temple is shielded against scrying or disguised persons."
Transitions
Renik Tuesday October 7th, 2003 2:29:12 AM
brushing the dust of many days travelling from his clothes, the rogue collapses into a huge leather armchair and let's out a long slow sigh of relief. "Aaaah, I'd almost forgotten what luxuary felt like! Now all I need is a bath, a glass of wine and a bar maid and I'll feel almost human again!"
Setanos (down 13) Tuesday October 7th, 2003 7:20:37 AM
"Aye, tis a hard road we've traveled, and we certainly look the part of weary adventurers, I'd say. Hopefully after this meeting we will have a bit O time to see to our gear, and our bodies." Setanos sits in the chair, mindful of the blood and dirt as best as possible.
Tratain Tuesday October 7th, 2003 1:01:11 PM
Tratain says "Well im happy to be back here in the Cathedral." as he takes a seat and waits for some form of explination after making sure that Marcus's body will be cared for.
OOC:Is all the stuff we were going to bring with us here, like the Catacombs stolen Items and everything else we have found?
Draax Tuesday October 7th, 2003 5:16:28 PM
Draax takes a sit and begins to relax, "A bath would be nice right now."
The half-elf waits with the others more anxious for the refreshments than the explanation.
Relaxation, and conference - Dm Ian Tuesday October 7th, 2003 7:33:13 PM
(OOC: Yes, you have all the loot, and stolen Catacombs gear).
As you all take a seat around the room, Kiriana says, "If you will consent to stay here, I can have suites made available to you. The government of this city appreciates your hard work, and is willing to show some goodwill. That would include food and bath, but not, I think barmaids", she says with a glance at Renik.
She then continues, a bit more seriously, saying "I saw signs of battle in the room I found you and my old friend in. May I ask what occured?"
Rond Tuesday October 7th, 2003 11:25:41 PM
Deferring to let Renik do all the talking, since he's the leader. Rond sits backs and smiles at Renik as he lets him do all the talking.
Feng (down 20) Wednesday October 8th, 2003 12:21:22 AM
Feng sits down in the chair and almost lets out a sigh of relief. It is only now that Feng realizes how much of a strain the recent troubles have been on him. Though right now he is mostly concerned with his bandages and not bleeding all over the nice chairs.
Arien Wednesday October 8th, 2003 2:45:52 AM
"Hmm perhaps the past should be explained since it plays such a large roll in the recent events." Arien nods to Draxx and then to Rond, the only other current party members who had raided the Sea Devil's temple. "You see it began close to where it ended, in Windhorn Hamlet. The Sea Devils had stolen the Sentinel Head and taken in to a temple of theirs. I'm cutting things a bit short here since the details are pointless anyway. So, I had newly joined the party when the Head was stolen and it fell to us to go and retrieve it. Again cutting things short we were succesful at a price and order was restored. We were then summoned to Plateau City where the Sea Devils, with the aid of some government official, tried to bring us to court over the desecration of their temple. As I recall nothing really ever came of that case, shortly after which we entered Marcus' service. We stayed there until recently when we decided to head back to Windhorn Hamlet to see how things were going back there. After seeing to a certain task whilst there we were again contacted by Marcus, but I'll leave the telling of that to another."
Despite glossing over many of the details the story brought back many memories for Arien and resting back in the chair he broods a bit before returning his attention to matters at hand.
Setanos (down 13) Wednesday October 8th, 2003 7:40:13 AM
Setanos listens intently to Arien, hearing the story of his adventuring group for the first time.
Renik Wednesday October 8th, 2003 12:12:09 PM
The rogue nods to Rond in thanks. "Aye, it seems the Sea Devils had been planning their revenge for some time. Using Marcus as human bait and with the aid of some particularly nasty hired help they lured us into a trap. It might well have worked too, we were lucky to emerge triumphant.
There are several ananswered questions though: I am still amazed at the ease with which this group infiltrated our network. It seems they knew a great deal about us." He hands over the papers they found in the crate.
"And these mysterious figures behind the whole affair, holed up in their secret lair. They cause me a great deal of concern. I think we will have to make their pursuit our next goal."
He looks a bit sad about the lack of barmaids.
The papers - Dm Ian Wednesday October 8th, 2003 7:59:13 PM
Kiriani takes a seat at the end of the table, and scans the papers carefully. After a few moments, she replies, "This is very interesting."
"For some time now our intelligence and military have been hearing bits of information about a mage school somewhere across the northern border in the Red Hills. It apparently is hidden, and caters to hopeful arcanists of the dark races. We know its somewhere along the road due to chasing certain mage-criminals, and having them disappear in the area."
"The second part is more interesting... After the disaster when Domi died, there was a Fixer of Alemi by the name of Lemmran who made it is duty to clean up the shards of the Soul Machine that got scattered. Unfortunately, he went mad sometime thereafter, and evaded our forces to the north. It would be very unfortunate if he was aligned with this school."
OOC reminder - DM Ian Thursday October 9th, 2003 2:34:43 AM
(Just to make sure everyone is on the same page, we are on 3.5 now.)
Setanos (down 13) d20+10=25 Thursday October 9th, 2003 12:35:27 PM
Setanos ponders the words spoken. "A dark school is never a good thing, thats to be sure. I've heard stories on Fixers, people were always happy to have them about, thats for sure."
OOC: Knowledge: Religion check on Fixer's abilites/ethos (25)
Tratain Thursday October 9th, 2003 1:59:26 PM
Tratain Says "Do you have any idea how big the mage school is? I think we have the directions to it on those papers, attacking a school full of dark mages will be difficult. If it is very large or they have many skilled mages there it will be very difficult. Any information or advice you could give would be very helpful while we are deciding what to do."
Draax Thursday October 9th, 2003 4:41:14 PM
Draax listens as the priestess and the others speak, "I agree with Tain about the difficulty of attack a mage school, but if there is any chance that that soul machine was recreated we will have to find some way of confirming or denying its existence."
Renik Thursday October 9th, 2003 4:56:55 PM
"This certainly sounds dangerous" ponders the rogue. "Like the sort of place where lots and lots of antimagic fields might come in rather handy!"
He takes a long sip of his wine, holds it up to the light and murmers appreciatevely. "Good year. Beautiful color, if just a fraction too cold."
He pulls the papers back and reads them through again. "Well, all we know for sure is that this Brother L, whether he be Lemmran or no, is holed up in some sort of captured library, whatever that may be. The fact that this Hidden Master was planning to rendezvous with Brother L in the Red Hills, and that this is where you have reports of this dark mage school certainly seems to be too close to call coincidence. It bears investigating, but my companions have a point. Unless we can get some sort of idea of numbers we could be walking into a death trap. If you have no additional intelligence, are you perhaps in a position to arrange some?"
Reposte - Dm Ian Thursday October 9th, 2003 7:07:57 PM
Kiriani thinks for a moment before replying.
"Most schools we have seen in the past have been limited in scope. Powerful dark mages become jealous with one another, squabble over projects, and the like. Besides, we would like to think we know where most of the reasonably capable evil mages of power in the nearby areas are, and I haven't heard of any in the southern Red Hills for some time. The giants in the northern sections of the hills have some talented students of the Art, but they are very solitary."
With this, there is a knock at the door, and a page enters, hands Kiriani a set of papers, and leaves.
Persuing them, she says, "It seems the local Catacombs representative is very interested in the idenitification of the persons who attacked two of their shipments. He is authorizing a twenty thousand gold piece bounty for the capture or killing of the persons responsible, and offering a two thousand gold finders fee for any goods that might have survived the attacks."
Shuffling to a second paper, she continues with, "I understand, and agree with your concerns about such a place, but as Draax states, knowing about a possible recreation of the machine would be fairly important. Would you be willing to undertake gathering reconnaisance on this place and its defenses? We would be willing to offer the help of one of our operatives here at the Cathedral to assist, and if after finding the place, confirming the forces within, and finding them too much to handle, we could arrange a military action against the place."
"Are there other pieces of reconaissance you would wish? Without either the location, or a person known to be there, scrying would be difficult."
Feng (down 20) Thursday October 9th, 2003 10:16:49 PM
"I don't mean to sound rude but the details can wait until later. These last few days have been rough and we all need to recover before undertaking any new assignments. Realisticly we don't have much of a choice anyway. All the evidence points to this school. Somebody went through a lot of trouble to try and kill us. I don't think they will stop just because they failed."
Tratain Friday October 10th, 2003 12:44:03 AM
Tratain says "I think Feng is correct, its not a matter of if we go to the school, but when, and we could really use the rest for a day or so. We can work out the detail after we have rested and done what we need here in the city."
Rond Friday October 10th, 2003 7:32:02 AM
"I would point out that while we were in the field that we also met up with two individuals name Inimicus and Vahm. I'm not sure what happened to them, but I just want to double check their claims while we're here.
I believe we got the individuals responsible for the catacombs raid. We know we killed two shape changers when we left where we met you. I believe one of the shape changers had met me in the catacombs when I was purchasing some equipment."
(ooc If that conneciton cannot be made let me know. I believe it was there, but I'm not sure) (OOC: That connection is perfectly valid - Dm Ian)
Renik Friday October 10th, 2003 9:49:51 AM
The rogue's ears prick up at the mention of reward. "Aah, financial renumeration, there truly is a Ward! Rond is correct, the perpetrators of that act are currently rotting in a cave. Marvelous! I was just thinking I was a little short on spending money!"
A much deserved break - Dm Ian Friday October 10th, 2003 6:27:46 PM
Kiriani replies, "Vahm and Inimicus are both well known to me. They were lieutenants in Marcus' organization, specifically, a squadleader and a diviner. If indeed it was them and not shapechangers, I will have to look into their whereabouts and health."
She then detaches a weighty sack from her belt, and places it on the table.
"I was authorized to pay the first bounty, for the retrieved goods. Within you will find the two thousand gold bounty, in platinum coins. I will ask the Catacombs representative to join us at our next meeting for the dispersal of the second bounty. They will obviously want to examine the situation with divination spells first."
"Shall we meet here at noon two days from now? I have apartments, a meal, and hot baths waiting, if you wish."
Renik Sunday October 12th, 2003 2:38:44 PM
"Hot baths? Sounds ideal. Two days should be just about long enough for the soak I'm owed. I'll catch up with you fellows after a proper freshen up."
He stands, stretches aching limbs, and winks at the preiestess. "Are you sure you don't have any barmaids anywhere around here, Sister?"
Feng Sunday October 12th, 2003 8:39:31 PM
Two days did sound nice. Feng nodded in agreement and wearily rose from the table.
Setanos (down 13) Monday October 13th, 2003 8:49:21 AM
"I think a hot bath, and then some time in the training facilities would do me some good."
OOC: Any results from the previous Knowledge check?
Rond Monday October 13th, 2003 9:51:41 AM
"That will give us the time in order to do our own catacombs shopping. I might suggest that we ask the catacombs staff to come to us here in the apartments, if we want to shop. I'm still not sure how much we want to be seen out and about. If this is related somehow to what we did to the Sanguin temple. Then the local representative might be mixed up in all this somehow."
Tratain Monday October 13th, 2003 11:43:44 AM
Tratain says "A few days rest is just what I need right now."
Tratain Spends the Time split between Praying, Training in the Temple, and doing whatever else needs to be done before the group leaves again.
Tratain will also cast read magic and attempt to find out what the two scrolls were that they found. If he can not Identify them he will give them to Arien or Setanos to do the same.
Draax Monday October 13th, 2003 12:31:34 PM
"A bath and a meal would hit the right spot at the moment and in that order." Draax retires to one of the apartments and begins wiping away the grime and excess blood from his weapons and armor before he gets into a tub to clean himself.
A few days of rest - Dm Ian Monday October 13th, 2003 5:55:53 PM
In the next two days, you take your time relaxing, training, praying, and generally resuming your lives outside of adventuring. The spellbook and scrolls are decoded, and in general, the time is very relaxing.
Setanos remembers a bit about the Fixers, and goes to the library within the War Cathedral to fill in the blanks.
(Feel free to assume all ethos and descriptive information on the Fixer page in the Black Cathedral is available, including the loss of such powers if Alemi is offended.)
On the morning of the second day, a Catacombs representative comes by your room. The solid looking dwarven warrior thanks the group for dispatching some of the villains responsible, but explains he can only offer half the bounty, as the dragon turtle who orchestrated the attacks and sunk the ship is still at large.
(The party is awarded a total of 10000 gp.)
Setanos Tuesday October 14th, 2003 10:24:02 AM
The days spent training in the temple go swiftly for Setanos. When he appears, Setanos thanks the Dwarf that brings the bounty, and considers the Dragon Turtle that is still at large.
Tratain Tuesday October 14th, 2003 12:19:45 PM
Tratain says to the group, "I have heard of Dragon Turtles, but I have never encountered one before, has anyone here actually seen or fought one? If the mage academy is close enough to the Sea then we can probably expect to run into it there."
Rond Tuesday October 14th, 2003 1:02:39 PM
"I don't remember running into a Dragon Turtle. We may have to read up on one, in order to be prepared for it."
Renik Tuesday October 14th, 2003 4:36:54 PM
"Dragon Turtle eh? I've heard of them certainly, but never actually encountered one either. Dangerous critters, by all accounts. So that's what this Hidden Master was. Makes sense."
Renik has a hard time concentrating on the stories of outlandish sea monsters with a 10,000 GP sack sitting on the table. "Well, if we find him we'll be sure to tell him you said hi" he winks at the dwarf. "And we'll be back for the remaining 10,000 with any luck." Subconciously he traces the path and circle symbol of Wardd over his heart.
He turns to the priest of Domi with a disarming grin. "So, your worshipfulness, are you able to transport us to the Red Hills? Or do we do this the old fashioned way?"
Draax Tuesday October 14th, 2003 5:09:30 PM
Draax does not like the idea of running into another dragon, but he actually never thought they would survive their last dragon encounter.
"Nope, never seen a dragon turtle before. I wonder if the dragon randomly attacked the ship or if it was actually after the goods. If it is aligned with our new enemies we will probably have to face it."
Transport - Dm Ian Tuesday October 14th, 2003 6:37:44 PM
Kiriani smiles, and says, "I can arrange for you to be transported back to the caves. The map you have shows its only a few days north into the Red Hills from there."
She continues, with, "Dragon Turtles aren't true dragonkin. They may have a breath weapon and considerable armor, but they lack imperviousness to magic, and some of the supernatural senses. Oh, and most cannot harness magic of any sort. I probably don't have to say that you shouldn't attempt to fight one underwater, or from a ship. Dragon Turtles are notorious for being able to capsize or sink vessels."
"I don't wish to rush you. You have but to let me know when you would like to be transported."
Tratain Tuesday October 14th, 2003 10:26:11 PM
Tratain says "How about tomorrow mourning, we've had plenty of rest so far, and we can take the rest of today to finish doing what needs to be done. On that note, Feng may I borrow your Bag of Holding to go sell the Items we gained at the Catacombs. Also if anyone wants anything that we haven't discussed the last two days nows the time to speak up."
Tratain continues "Priestess, you said that another from the temple was going to join us?"
Feng Tuesday October 14th, 2003 11:14:54 PM
"Sure." Feng says handing the bag over. "We should use our newfound wealth to equip ourselves for the journey. Say how far north will we be going? After the last time I want to be prepared for harsh weather conditions."
ooc: I assume the gold will be divided up once the items are sold. Feng is planning on hitting the catacombs once the gold is divided.
Arien Wednesday October 15th, 2003 1:57:42 AM
"Well I for one am ready whenever the rest of the group would like to go. I would like to meet this new person in advance though, you know get some time to know him or her before we get thrown into life or death combat." Arien leans back in his chair a bit and considers a moment before continuing, "The dragon turtle shouldn't be a problem I imagine if we can keep on land and at something of a distance. I doubt an overgrown turtle can be that dangerous on land."
Setanos Wednesday October 15th, 2003 7:50:44 AM
"Well, I'm game for a run at the big turtle. If its been able to do it once, it will probably do it again, and that I cant have."
With a slight grin, Setanos continues.
"I plan on stopping by the catacombs before I go though. Me weapon has served me well, but I think I'm ready for something a wee bit bigger."
Glancing over at Arien, he nods. "You're right about meeting our new friend first though. Tis a good plan."
Renik Wednesday October 15th, 2003 8:15:07 AM
Not entirely onvinced that the turtle will be a pushover, even on land, the rogue hums and haws as the others speak. Finally he nods and says "Aye, can our guide meet us here?"
He readies his gear, then once the Catacombs shopping is complete he indicates his readiness to move out.
Draax Wednesday October 15th, 2003 5:01:08 PM
"I am anxious to get a feel for the new person also."
A little shopping at the Catacombs and Draax will be ready to go too.
A newcomer - Dm Ian Wednesday October 15th, 2003 6:47:56 PM
Kiriani leaves the meeting room for a while, and returns, opening the door and offering an introduction.
"Gentlemen, this is Kylean."
With that, the newcomer steps into the room.
(OOC: I'd be happy having this conversation over the next few days, and picking back up Monday, so you can get research, Catacombs work, and such done before adventuring again.)
Kylean Wednesday October 15th, 2003 7:29:36 PM
Kylean steps in behind Kiriani. He bows from the waist to the party. "Good day," he says in voice whose strength and deep timbre are in stark contrast to the man himself.
He is not a tall man, measuring 5'0" flat-footed on level ground. Red, closecropped hair coats his pale scalp. His skin is fair...he burns easily, and he is covered with freckles. His grey eyes tend toward the calm and impassive. He is fine boned, some might say birdlike in his features...wide eyes, nose slightly too long and beakish. He is cleanshaven, and looks to be in his early twenties.
He dresses in practical travelling clothes. Low hard boots, tan breeches, dark leather belt, green shirt. He wears daggersheaths on his wrists, his belt, and inside his boots. A silver whistle hangs around his neck, and a cloak of elven make rests on his shoulders.
He straightens, continuing in that rich baritone. "It is good to meet all of you. I understand we will be spending no small amount of time together, if the Gods are kind." He wears no symbol of any god, but for those with an eye for such things, there is a tatoo in the soft flesh between his right thumb and forefinger. It is a flowing sigil, the symbol of the Brotherhood of the Four Winds, a monastic sect which makes their home not far from Windhorn Hamlet. The monks there are known for their charitable work, their ending, rigorous search for purity of spirit, and for their unarmed martial combat skills.
He smiles, not too warmly, but cordially, and waits for the party to make their introductions.
(OOC: Sorry so long, fellas. I'll get the hang of the shorter poses. I promise...)
Feng Wednesday October 15th, 2003 10:53:08 PM
Feng, a large and burly half-orc turns his head toward Kylean. His hand strokes his small black beard with is braided and well groomed. His teeth are pearly white and light gleams off his clean shaven head. His features are rugged and somewhat orcish but still handsome. Those close enough will detect a small amount of cologne on the half-orc.
"Kylean it is a pleasure to meet you. Are you to be a guide or assist us in this great task?"
Setanos Thursday October 16th, 2003 7:47:51 AM
Setanos stands up, extending a hand to the newly entered Kylean.
"Good ta meet ya Kylean. My names Setanos, welcome." With a hearty chuckle and a warm grin, he says "Glad to have ya here, now I'm not the newcommer!"
The man offering his hand stands about five foot ten, with a large beard and unruley brown hair. He's wearing simple traveling clothes. About his neck you see a small silver shield on a chain.
Arien Thursday October 16th, 2003 2:39:36 PM
When Kylean enters the room, the first thing that flashes through his mind is surprise, Arien was actually taller than human! Covering his surprise he stands and offers Kylean a brief bow. The elven wizard is not dressed in the robes usually associated with wizards but is instead dressed in servicable clothing in mostly browns and grays. "My name is Arien Silverbow, I assume that you will be joining us to deal with this school?"
Draax Thursday October 16th, 2003 5:03:24 PM
The half-elven warrior sits in a chair with a very fine long bow, two longswords and a quiver of arrows leaning against it. Wearing chain mail armor Draax stands and offers his hand while bending his 5'9" frame to meet the newcomer eye to eye. He holds the hand shake a little longer that usual trying to get a feel for the man.
"Well met Kylean, welcome to the group. You come highly recommended by Kiriani and just the fact that she is sending you with us mean that you are capable. But could you give us a brief statement on your abilities, knowing something about each other may just keep us alive.
Myself, I am very simple, my asset to the group is my prowess with a bow and I am not half bad with a sword in my hands. In other words my asset to the group is during a fight and guarding others. We all have our little private abilities, so do not feel obligated to tell us something you would rather keep to yourself. I just want to get a feel for your some of strengths."
Draax retakes his sit and listens to hears whatever Kylean is willing to share with them.
Conversation continues - Dm Ian Thursday October 16th, 2003 9:17:33 PM
Kiriani sits back, and listens quietly, smiling at the verbal interplay.
Kylean Thursday October 16th, 2003 10:23:09 PM
Kylean nods and shakes hand in turn, then addresses some of the questions.
"It's good to meet all of you. As for my part in what is to come, I am likely to be both guide, which is my profession, and companion, which will depend on how we get along." He smiles.
At Draax's question, he says, "I am one of the Brotherhood of the Four Winds, and as such, I have learned the ways of several weapons, though at this point in my life, I admit that I work best unarmed. When need be, these, " he gestures at his daggers, "will suffice for long distance lovetaps." He flashes a toothy grin.
"As for who I bring to the group, I have some skill in stealth and subterfuge, am talented in the ways of gathering information, and have some small skill in healing." He shrugs, "I am used to working along, so I have learned many things. Perhaps the versitility will work for us."
Kylean Thursday October 16th, 2003 10:27:00 PM
(ooc: Sorry. Typos in the last sentence. Allow me to restate)
"As for what I bring to the group, I have some skill in stealth and subterfuge, am talented in the ways of gathering information, and have some small skill in healing." He shrugs, "I am used to working alone, so I have learned many things. Perhaps the versitility will work for us."
Tratain Friday October 17th, 2003 12:15:30 PM
Tratain Stands about 5 Feet 11 Inches Tall, has Short Blone hair and is clean shaven. He is wearing Robes like those favored by the priests of Domi, but you can make out the tell tale signs of armor underneath them. Around his neck hangs the symbol of a maserfully carved WarHammer. A Large Steel Shield sits with his Haversack on the ground, and a Masterfully Crafted WarHammer hangs from his belt.
Tratain says "Its nice to meet you Kylean, I'm sure you will be very valuable to us as our guide and your skill in combat. A school full of Dark Wizards will probably be no easy battle if and when it comes to it.
Tratain Hands Catacombs Vouchers to everyone but the newcommer and says "These are what I got for selling those items that we didn't need at the Catacombs. I also bought this fine WarHammer and a new shield while I was there."
Tratain addition Friday October 17th, 2003 12:19:30 PM OOC: the vouchers are for 2667 gold 5 Silver incase you didn't get or read the E-Mail I sent, no ones sent me any responses to it.
A question of tactics - Dm Ian Friday October 17th, 2003 6:52:03 PM
Kiriani asks, "If I may be so bold, do you have a plan for your invasion of this school? I ask partly for the benefit of Kylean, but partly as I am curious of this group,... Marcus spoken of you rarely, but always in glowing terms."
Tratain Friday October 17th, 2003 7:08:23 PM
Tratain says "Well we have general directions to the school. I think it would probably be best if we scouted the area around it to see how many ways in or out we can find. I don't think it would be wise of us to just go break down the front door and let the whole place kow we are there. In a school full of people who probably don't trust each other there are probably bolt holes that we should have an easier time breaking into. It will also give us a chance to see if people come and go and how frequently to help judge how tough our opposition will be. Once we learn more we can come up with a plan of attack, right now we have too little information to go on to make any detailed plans."
Kylean Saturday October 18th, 2003 9:11:43 AM
Kylean leans back against the doorframe and listens, taking this in. "How powerful are these people reputed to be?"
Draax Saturday October 18th, 2003 4:39:08 PM
To Kylean Draax says, "As Tain stated, the recon part of this mission will help us judge how powerful these guys are. In other words we are basically going in blind. Right now we know that it is a school of mages and where there are students there are probably teachers.
My biggest worry is if they somehow got the soulforge working again. That device could give someone almost godlike powers. If someone is using that device as a conduit they could be very powerful."
Kylean Saturday October 18th, 2003 9:45:37 PM
:crosses his arms. "Mmmmm. Blind." He chuckles. "Sounds like fun." He glances around at the rest of the group, taking their measure again. He says nothing more.
Kylean Sunday October 19th, 2003 8:38:26 AM
(OOC: Sorry guys. Last time for a repost like this. I promise)
Kylean crosses his arms. "Mmmmm. Blind." He chuckles. "Sounds like fun." He glances around at the rest of the group, taking their measure again. He says nothing more.
Renik (by Todd) Monday October 20th, 2003 1:19:03 AM
Letting all the others talk, Renik takes a quick moment to take his measure of Kylean. Standing at 5'11" Renik towers over the newcomer. Renik's Description
Smiling at the new comer, Renik offers his hand. "Welcome. My name is Renik D'Acour, and I am the defacto leader of this group. I've heard of the brotherhood, so I am honored to meet you."
Addressing Kiriani as he smiles his most charming smile at her, "As for our plan. Our recent adventures have brought us up against a sea elf village that was taken over by those dopplegangers, through spells. Right now I'm surmising that somehow this fixer has probably been compromised. I want our spells people to sit down and strategize about what we could possibly face. Those of us that are not casters should be ready to protect our casters, or to interfere with the other casters as best we can."
(ooc sorry for my not getting on the train. busy weekend.)
Rond Monday October 20th, 2003 1:39:07 AM
Rond nods his head at the newcomer. Look at Rond
"I can help with doing some of the initial scouting. But can the people here possibly divine what is going on around the tower? Or do we need to pin point it's location?"
Setanos Monday October 20th, 2003 7:41:39 AM
With a shrug, Setanos says "Divinations are not my strong suit, but if I could scrounge me up a scroll with such a spell, I could try to learn it I guess. If the priests can throw us some silence spells, I can live without my magic's long enough ta abuse some dark finger wigglers."
Feng Monday October 20th, 2003 8:00:27 AM
"You should be warned that certain parties wish to see us exterminated and have tried repeatedly to do so. By traveling with us you will be placing that target upon yourself as well."
Kylean Monday October 20th, 2003 10:47:07 AM
Kylean smiles at Feng. "Thank you for the warning. Still, perhaps they should be worried, coming after you, yes? Frankly, you all seem like a formidable lot. I feel as if I am in good hands, joining you at this point."
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