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The Black Sword, part Two
Puzzles and Poems


Days go by and the word. (DM Jim) 
Friday October 21st, 2005 3:44:56 PM
The next three days seem to pass slowly for the Chosen as they all go about their business. Rill is seen less and less as she spends more time at a local, small time, magicical supply shop. The last few days have been relaxing and all in all the group is happy to have some time off it would seem. The townspeople of South Harbor seem to get along well with them though some are still a little leary of the large creatures that are in their town.

It is the morning of the fourth day when, as you come down to breakfast you find Master Grith sitting at one of the tables. He looks haggard and his eyes are ringed in black as if he has not slept much in the past few days. In fact you remember he went straight to a room and has only allowed a serving wench in to give him meals and the like. He looks almost ready to fall asleep in the bowl of hot oats he is stirring absently, he does not even notice your approach.

Treasure
400 platinum
3000 gold
5 white gems
3 red gems
Large Longsword of Frost+1
1 composite longbow(taur)
1 leather(taur)
1 chainmail(medium)
1 bracers - moderate conjuration
Amulet of Natural Armor+1
Amulet of Health+2
Quiver of Ehlonna
1 brooch - faint abjuration
9 potions
Elixir of Fire Breathe
CMW Potion
Enlarge Person Potion
Spider Climb Potion
Fireball[CL5](2)
Magic Missile[CL6](4)
Summon Monster III[CL6](2)

Reminder that Brahmah's sword, Rill's amulet and Kale's amulet have all been identified. Rill did that herself with the three scrolls you found as treasure.

Zeoll 
Friday October 21st, 2005 3:50:23 PM
With Gecktar's help, Zeoll works on his cloak for those three days and continues to discuss the treasure. (15 days total of 32 done -- Almost halfway there!)

"Well, let's get the rrest of the items identified then," says Zeoll. "Whoeverr wants to can head overr to the Catacombs with me. We need to figurre out these brracerrs, two arrmorrs, bow, and brrooch."

Flat-top 
Saturday October 22nd, 2005 8:02:18 AM
Flat-top eats his hot oats, he will ask Zeol " Friend Zeoll, May I follow you to the Catacums? I keep getting my hooves in trouble when I go there!"

If Zeoll answer is yes, then Flat-top will go with him to the Catscoms.

Ban Maeve 
Saturday October 22nd, 2005 3:23:04 PM
"Yes, Zeoll, I should also like to accompany you to the Catacombs. Though I haven't stutiet magic formally I to know a thing or two about it as it seems to flow through me easily enough. Perhaps I coult be of some assistance to you there or maybe I coult even learn a little."

Zeoll 
Saturday October 22nd, 2005 4:55:39 PM
"Surre, my frriends, the morre the merrrierr!"

[OOC: Here is the link.]

Brahmah 
Monday October 24th, 2005 7:01:58 AM
Brahmah talks with Grith about things. "What is wrong friend?"

The situation with the folk in town is common place with Brahmah and thinks nothing more about it. Being a sailor and servant to humans for years has desensatized Brahmah to many human activities. Though, he still doesn't fully trust them.

He leaves the loot for Zeoll to handle. If Brahmah gets the sword, great. If not, he'll get gold, which is great too.

Flat-top 
Monday October 24th, 2005 8:38:18 AM
Flat-top is helping Zeoll and Ban in the catacumb, by showing them how to eat a good salad.

Gecktar 
Monday October 24th, 2005 1:03:09 PM
Seeing the face of Girth Gecktar inquires if he needs some healing or something else. "Master Girth, what is the problem. Do you need help orhealings ?

Getting things settled. (DM Jim) 
Monday October 24th, 2005 5:58:37 PM
Most of the group take off to take care of the stuff they have. First a little stop at the local temple to have them look at the potions. Then onto the little branch of the Catacombs that is in the harbor town. The priest they met that first day is around and he smiles as you enter. "Chosen...how may I be of assistance?" He listens intently and then nods his head. "Would you mind making a small donation to the temple...maybe 500 gold?" If the group agrees he will identify the potions with all haste.

Brahmah and Gecktar engage Master Grith in conversation to see what is bothering him. He turns as the sit and gives them a wane smile. "I have been in my room for the past three days doing some divinations for the next part of the map...and last." He shakes his head as he takes a spoonful of oats and gives another smile. "I had some luck but am finding very little answer to what it all means." With a sigh he repeats the bit of information that he had gotten but it is in a riddle type form.

Woe to those that take the task,
In the forest of monsters,
In the darkness of the earth,
The many eyes will have the sheet,
Glittering you will need in mass,
Home the final piece will lead.

Master Grith leans on his one hand as he takes another bite so that what he has said will sink in. "With the changes since my branch of taurs left this Wold..." He leaves it unfinished as he takes another bite and relaxes in the chair that he is sitting in. "I will have to leave this to your group Captain Brahmah...you know the changes over the years." He still looks tired but eats his oats slowly as he relaxes a little more.

Other nine potions identified as below. Figured you could not pass up that identify price. :)

Treasure
400 platinum
3000 gold
5 white gems
3 red gems
Large Longsword of Frost+1
1 composite longbow(taur)
1 leather(taur)
1 chainmail(medium)
1 bracers - moderate conjuration
Amulet of Natural Armor+1
Amulet of Health+2
Quiver of Ehlonna
1 brooch - faint abjuration
2 Elixir of Fire Breathe
3 CMW Potion
4 Enlarge Person Potion
4 Spider Climb Potion
Fireball[CL5](2)
Magic Missile[CL6](4)
Summon Monster III[CL6](2)

Ceil: please read the following: Highlight to display spoiler: {XP award 1200}

Zeoll 
Monday October 24th, 2005 9:25:59 PM

The liontaur thanks the priest kindly.

He ponders the clues form Master Grith. (more on that later)

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OOC: I propose that we keep these items:

Large Longsword of Frost+1
1 composite longbow(taur)
1 leather(taur)
1 bracers - moderate conjuration
Amulet of Natural Armor+1
Amulet of Health+2
Quiver of Ehlonna
1 brooch - faint abjuration

I suggest that we divide these as decided earlier.

I suggest that we sell everything else and split the proceeds. More gold to those who got less valuable items, fairly.

Flat-top 
Tuesday October 25th, 2005 12:19:21 AM
Flat-top listens to what is being said, then decied to put in his two coper pices, "Sound good to me!!" then continue to eat another apple.

Ban Maeve 
Tuesday October 25th, 2005 1:09:21 AM
"I know that I am still new and my voice carries little power yet, but I elect that we tistribute the items as suggestet earlier. Though my brooch seems, perhaps, like a small treasure to you, it is a grant thing for me because it temonstrates that we are all frients and that you trust me. I woult like to wear it with prite. Also, if you are planning on giving me golt then I may prefer some of the scrolls that Zeoll is planning on selling at the Catacombs. I can cast them and they may come in quite hanty for us later."

Gecktar 
Tuesday October 25th, 2005 5:04:39 AM
"As you wish" he says to Bran. "Take these scrolls Bran and may you use it well."

"As for the rest I agree to share as Zeoll said but keeping the scrolls for Bran."

Then Gecktar think about the riddle that Girth said and begin to pray that they will not need to fight a beholder...

Brahmah 
Tuesday October 25th, 2005 7:06:24 AM
As if reading Gecktar's thoughts, the Captain says, "Well, sounds like the Chosen will be going to the Dark. I think beholders await us. We will need mirrors or pieces of polished silver. Lets tell the others the divinations."

Flat-top 
Tuesday October 25th, 2005 7:24:46 AM
Flat-top ask "Mirrors? We'll need Mirrors! Alright I'll go tell Zeoll in the Catacunb."

Flat-top takes off For the catacumbs mumbling all the way.

Zeoll 
Tuesday October 25th, 2005 11:50:51 AM
Zeoll returns from a quick trip to the Catacombs with some good news.

"Afterr ourr discussions, I have sold many things and divided the trreasurre like this."

He lays out piles of loot.

Brahmah
1 large longsword of frost+1 = 7497

Zeoll
1 large +1 light fortification leather = 3753
gold = 3247
Total Value of Pile: = 7000

Gecktar
1 large +1 composite longbow[+3] = 2340
gold = 4660
Total Value of Pile: = 7000

Flat-top
1 bracers of armor+2 = 3600
gold = 3400
Total Value of Pile: = 7000

Toros
1 quiver of Storing = 1620
gold = 5380
Total Value of Pile: = 7000

Kale
1 amulet of health+2 = 3600
gold = 3400
Total Value of Pile: = 7000

Ban
1 brooch of shielding = 1350
fireball scrolls(CL 5) x2 = 674
magic missile scrolls(CL 6) x4 = 540
summon monster III scrolls (CL 6)x2 = 810
gold = 783
Total Value of Pile: = 4157

Rill
1 amulet of natural armor+1* = 1800
gold = 100
Total Value of Pile: = 1900
* Carried by Flat-top

Zeoll tells the group, "I have sold my new arrmorr in orrderr to imprrove the arrmorr I alrready wearr. I also bought the things I will need to enchant the magic plant that I got afterr that werrewolf fight -- the plant the Fae King blessed."

Note that Flat-top is carrying Rill's amulet if she ever returns.

Hero Points. (DM Jim) 
Tuesday October 25th, 2005 5:06:47 PM
Chosen,

Please take note of this as I will be deleting this post later to unclutter the board. :)

Hero Points have been awarded to the following taurs...BRAHMAH....ZEOLL. Thanks to all those that gave me thier thoughts and suggestions. I melded them with my own thoughts and awarded accordingly.

Toros 
Tuesday October 25th, 2005 10:23:51 PM
Toros takes a look at the provided information about the loot and comments, "Thanks a lot for this, I am happy with my pile, and use yours in good health." However, he does not seem to be much interested in anything, even the news of Beholders, the new loot and gold, as if he is overloaded with thoughts and cannot take action, what is wrong with that Taur!

OOC: Congratulations for the heropoints for Zeoll and Brahmah, you have deserved it.

Ban Maeve 
Wednesday October 26th, 2005 1:03:49 AM
"I would like to thank you all for your generosity to this new comer. I will to my best to make you never regret it."

Brahmah 
Wednesday October 26th, 2005 2:36:44 AM
OOC: I'm confused. How many hero points is it Zeoll and I get?

Brahmah is happy with the sword, but is clear that he'll pay back the difference to the Chosen.

Gecktar 
Wednesday October 26th, 2005 3:02:21 AM
"Thank you Zeoll for sharing the loot. Now we should think about our next mission. Dark forest, underground... Sounds like the sun will not be our ally in our next fight..."

Flat-top 
Wednesday October 26th, 2005 6:41:22 AM
"Wait You Guys! I'm getting the mirrors that we might need!" Yells Flar-top, stops and thinks, "Gee! how many mirrors will I have to buy? Hey guy! How manu of you already have mirrors? I know that I will already need one."

Ban Maeve 
Wednesday October 26th, 2005 11:04:57 AM
"If it is true that we will neet mirrors than I shall neet one too. I have never hat a neet of a mirror before totay."

Zeoll  d20+6=24
Wednesday October 26th, 2005 5:21:47 PM

Zeoll approaches Master Grith when breakfast is done. He has been pondering what it all means. He goes over the mystery in his head.

Woe to those that take the task,
In the forest of monsters,
In the darkness of the earth,
The many eyes will have the sheet,
Glittering you will need in mass,
Home the final piece will lead.

Zeoll uses his Bardic Lore to think about what the Forest of Monsters could be. [OOC: his check is a 24!]

He thanks Master Grith and hopes to see him soon. In the meantime, it is time to provision up and get ready to go.

Brahmah 
Thursday October 27th, 2005 3:16:13 AM
Brahmah lingers about.

Flat-top 
Thursday October 27th, 2005 6:03:19 AM
Flat-top goes to Zeoll, "I'm waiting for an answer from the The Mommie in the catacumb. I think this Dropsie is really dead this time!!"

Zeoll 
Thursday October 27th, 2005 7:07:55 AM
[OOC: Friends, the loot division is now complete, per my earlier post. Let me know if there are any questions. Also, the disbursement of funds from Ceil's Woldcon participation was completed earlier, I am reminded. Please forgive my confusion.]

Zeoll says to Flat-top, "Herre, my frriend, arre 100 gold pieces. Please buy two BIG steel mirrrorrs forr me -- Taurr size ones, not the small human size ones I bet they usually sell!"

"And please be patient with the Mummy," Zeoll adds. "I bet he is verry busy trrying to do a lot of things at once, with very little help. Nobody seems to like helping Mummies these days."

Toros 
Friday October 28th, 2005 12:11:06 AM
Toros takes a CMW wand (23?/50 charge)from the previous loot and shows it to Ban, "Ban, do you have any knowledge of healing magic, if you have, you can use this healing wand, if you want. As our healer companion, Kanchana, is no longer with us, I think we may need another healer for back-up."

Flat-top 
Friday October 28th, 2005 7:30:48 AM
Flat-top questions Zeoll "Taur size Mirrors?? OK!" then he jallop of to the Catacumbs.

Brahmah 
Friday October 28th, 2005 9:29:38 PM
OOC: waiting for our wonderful DM to post.

Not the best news. (DM Jim) 
Friday October 28th, 2005 10:45:13 PM
Master Grith looks to Zeoll and gives him a half smile. "Just need some more sleep is all." He finishes off his oats and then stretches, yawning.

Zeoll ponders the riddle as the rest go about working with the loot and getting things ready for thier further adventures. He has a good idea that this forest of monsters is the Culverwoods.

The rest of the group use the time to get to know one another, other the next two days. It appears that maybe thier destination is known, but what does the rest of that riddle mean.

Sorry guys and gal. Got our new computer but had to do some work to get it up and running. I have also been running myself ragged at my grandmother's house. I think that I am back for the duration and no more missed posts.

That is 1 Hero Point for the both of you. I had thought about making the two of you split that point but not sure how that would work. :)

Brahmah (Jay B)  d8=6
Saturday October 29th, 2005 3:24:18 AM
OOC: Thanks for the Hero Point. Brahmah has leveled up and I will be sending Jim the updated sheet.

I'm rolling Hit Points for him, rolled a 6.

Gecktar 
Sunday October 30th, 2005 4:23:18 AM
For the next days, Gecktar continue to help Zeoll to craft its cloak, and wanders to the catacombs. He is not able to buy what he was looking for but will have another try later.

OOC : Cayzle, I'm pushing you to get those rules ;)

Brahmah 
Monday October 31st, 2005 9:03:20 AM
"The Culverwood! Isn't that place haunted? And there's a dragon that rules the elves there too. Pralnath or... Parnath, Parnoth!" The ranger grins. "Might be fun."

Flat-top 
Monday October 31st, 2005 1:13:54 PM
Flat-top stop in his track, turn and faces the group. "Pharnorth! The elF killer? In Coulver Woods? I wonder If he's hungry for the taste of TAURS??"

Zeoll  d20+6=21
Monday October 31st, 2005 6:30:17 PM
Zeoll works on his cloak and ponders the riddle. But aside from an underground adventure in the Culverwood, he is not sure what to make of it.

"Howeverr," he says to his friends, "if we arre to escape the Culverrwood alive, we will need a guide. That means an elf, or maybe a halfling who knows the woods. I suggest that we head to a community that borrderrs the woods and then rrecrruit a guide."

"I agrree with Brrahmah and Flat-top. Let's avoid the Emerrald Kingdom. Too rrisky."

He pauses and tries to rememeber who lives near the woods ... [Bard Lore check 21, so I can assume a little success ...]

"How about the Crrescent Valley? It is norrth of herre, it borrderrs the woods, and the halfings who live therre can enterr and leave the Woods -- at least some of them can."

If the group agrees, then Zeoll suggests telling Master Grith this plan, then heading north to Crescent Valley.

The best laid plans. (DM Jim) 
Monday October 31st, 2005 11:37:11 PM
The group talks of Culverwoods and what little they know of it. Most of this is rumors or things that they know from others that have went there.

Cayzle comes up with a rather nice plan to find a guide. He remembers faintly of a druid that use to live at the edges of the woods. This man is rumored to be half mad though and not one to be asking for much of anything. Still most of this could be rumor as well, though a little truth would be there if he is living that close to death. There is always the halfling shire of Crescent Valley that they could go to as well...so it is really a choice of who.

With a little bit of work the group knows they could be on the road in some two days. That will see them fully supplied and ready to go.

Master Grith can only nod his agreement as he listens to the plan. He has rested but still seems a little out of sorts...as if he has something heavy weighing upon him. "That would be your best bet then...you know more of the changes to the land than I...it has been a long time since I have lived here...many changes." He smiles as his says this and then it disappears just as fast. "I will wait for you here though..I fear that I would only slow you down on your quest...though I will see you again I am sure." His smile returns as he lifts a tankard of ale to his lips and drains some of it. "That lady captain has made her boat available to you for a trip home I hear."

Flat-top 
Tuesday November 1st, 2005 5:25:35 AM
Flat top look Towards Master Grith, with a question face, wrinkling his eye brows "Two days? Ready in two days? I wonder if we can get those Taur Mirrors ln two days?? The Catacumb is slow you know!"

Zeoll 
Tuesday November 1st, 2005 1:29:55 PM
Although he is glad for the chance to work on his cloak, Zeoll is getting nervous about the time.

"What if Varrgas gets the Sworrd beforre we do? We need to get moving, and soon!"

He does what he can to get the wheels rolling. He says goodby to his frriends Tash and the Captain. He gives Master Grith his respect and asks for a blessing. He gets the gear together and challenges the group to move out.

"Come on, frriends! The Crrescent Valley awaits!"

Brahmah 
Tuesday November 1st, 2005 4:51:01 PM
"There are heroes of the Culver that might help us, assuming we can find them and they're willing to help. I can't remember, but I think they are called the Green Claws... Green Talons?" He scratches his chin. "I have only heard stories, but I hear the leader is a large dominant red-headed elven female. Some sort of sword-dancer."

Toros 
Tuesday November 1st, 2005 11:13:38 PM
"Lets goooo to Crescent Valley!"

Brahmah 
Wednesday November 2nd, 2005 2:26:31 AM
"Crescent Valley? Land of the Giants?! And halflings? I'm not sure thats any better than the Culver!"

Gecktar 
Wednesday November 2nd, 2005 3:11:24 AM
"I like the idea of taking a guide. Maybe we could learn more about the incoming danger"

Gecktar take all his stuff and is ready to go.

Flat-top 
Wednesday November 2nd, 2005 7:23:05 AM
Flat-top takes his new sword and makes sure that it is very sharp, "I hope we do not meet this Dragon, because this one os an old one not like the four little wryms a while ago."

Flat-top takes his pack saddle bages, Telling all "I'm ready!"

The trip. (DM Jim) 
Wednesday November 2nd, 2005 10:08:58 AM
The group has made all their arrangments and are ready to move out. You say your goodbyes to Master Grith, Captain Lira and the rest of the crew.

As you travel in the direction of Crescent Valley and the Culverwoods, more talks erupt about the need for a guide and dragons. The end of the second day from leaving South Harbor you find a nice little secluded place to set up camp with a small running brook. You know that it will be dark in about four hours and the rest would be welcome.

We will do the CC transactions on the fly. For those that have sent me transactions already, then your stuff is usuable...enjoy.

Zeoll 
Wednesday November 2nd, 2005 7:45:20 PM

Zeoll helps set up camp and takes the first watch. He is glad to be on the road and away from human cities. Too big and cramped and smelly.

He takes out the acorn with the rune on it. Being in nature makes him wonder about the fate of the Fae King. And he misses Kanchana.

The liontaur had been hoping for a sea voyage back home, but sleeping under the sky among trees and fresh air is a good second choice.

Gecktar 
Thursday November 3rd, 2005 2:50:11 AM
Gecktar enjoy their new trip and try to remember all places they travel to... In few monthes he has travelled more than during the rest of his life !

He chat with the other to try to maintain high the mood of the team.

Brahmah  d20+8=23
Thursday November 3rd, 2005 7:06:55 AM
Brahmah is friendly with Rill all trip, but snubs Flat-top most of the time.

During the trip, Brahmah suggests that he guide the Chosen since he is somewhat familiar with the terrain. (Knowledge geography 23)
"There is a trade road that runs through the Emerald City that leads to a town called Titana. Either place should have a good local tracker though. The Tamed Lands should be easy. It's the forest itself I'm concerned with. Rumor is it changes shape at will. And the elves of the Culver are supposed to have an uncanny sense of the wood, maybe we can find a elven tracker?"

Flat-top 
Thursday November 3rd, 2005 9:07:52 AM
Flat-top thinks about what Brahmah had just said, 'Forest Changing Shape'. So he speaks to Zeoll " Wow! forest changes shape, we will need a very good guide."

Cayzle OOC 
Thursday November 3rd, 2005 9:33:26 AM
I'm pretty sure that Rill never came back from shopping?

Ban Maeve 
Thursday November 3rd, 2005 12:31:40 PM
"Sorry frients, I have been a little tistractet with all of these new events. To answer your question, Toros, I am not skillet in the healing arts or tivine magic. Insteat, I have learnet a little arcane magic. I to, however, have some skill with survival and wilterness navigation, if I can lent any help."

OOC: Sorry i've been abscent, i misjudged internet availability, but all should be realtively smooth now.

Toros 
Thursday November 3rd, 2005 12:45:25 PM
"I understand, Ban, thank you, I will keep this in mind... Well then, perhaps I can ask Zeoll to keep this CMW wand for the group..."

Zeoll, I know you have a CLW wand, but it may not be enough in certain situations. Together with Gecktar and me, dont you want to keep one CMW wand?

Flat-top 
Thursday November 3rd, 2005 1:04:16 PM
Flat-top listens to the trading going on between Torosand Zeoll, "Well! If you Lointaurs don't want the CMW wand, I'll take it! Anybody can use a Wand. But I will not be able to use it during a battle."

Zeoll 
Thursday November 3rd, 2005 7:24:07 PM
"Sure, I'd be happy to carrry the CMW wand. Flat-top, I'm not surre you know how to use one, but if you want to learrn, I would be happy to teach you."

"Let me use it now, because when I become a Seerr, I won't be able to."

In the morning, Zeoll is the first awake to break camp and get the group moving. "Come on, everrybody. We have places to go and halves of maps to rrecoverr!"

A night of dreams. (DM Jim) 
Thursday November 3rd, 2005 10:47:19 PM
The night is uneventful for each person as they take a watch. The one constant till he takes his watch is Zeoll, who moans in his sleep several times.

The next morning finds Zeoll looking like he has not had a decent nights rest. He looks haggard and troubled by something but noone is sure what.

Brahmah has so far lead the group right and he feels confident in his skills as he looks to lead them this day. The rest of the group is up earlier than many would have expected, but the fresh air seems to agree with all of you.

Zeoll's DreamHighlight to display spoiler: {Fog surrounds the group as you are traveling on your way as if by magic. You get the feeling that you are being watched from all over and nowhere at once. There is crack in the distance and then a severed elven head rolls to stop at your feet. The eyes are open and it smiles up at you as if keeping a big secret.}

Brahmah  d20+8=10 d20+13=29
Friday November 4th, 2005 1:44:40 AM
(knowledge geography 10, survival to avoid hazards 29)
He attempts to make it to one of the towns he knows is in the Tamed Lands.

OOC: What area are they in roughly? I know the knowledge roll was bad.

Gecktar 
Friday November 4th, 2005 2:51:27 AM
Gecktar seeing the troubled face of Zeoll inquires "Friend ? Do you have a hard night. The mattress are not very confortable here, but I'm sure that don't hurt you."

"If you wnat to talk, I will ear you..."

He reaches the proximity of Brahmah and then says "Hey captain ! You know very well this area. Do you already have travelled here ? What hasards can we expect ?"

Ban Maeve 
Friday November 4th, 2005 7:17:17 AM
Ban remains fairly quite this morning as he gathers his few possessions and goes about breaking camp.

Flat-top 
Friday November 4th, 2005 7:39:00 AM
Flat-top wakes at the smell of food on the fire. He rushes to Zeoll, taking one look at him, "Friend Zeoll! I'm sorry that I fell asleep during the night watch, is everything alright? You should have waken me."
Flat-top feels realy bad, that he let Zeoll down. "If it will make you feel better, I'll try to learn how to use a wand! But I'm just a dumb fighter, and as some one once told me "Flat-top! You have more mussels in your arms,than brains in your head." I think that they were right, I don't know if i could hold a spell in my head."

Zeoll 
Friday November 4th, 2005 7:00:37 PM

Zeoll wakes with a shudder. His friends can see that he has had a nightmare. He smiles at Gecktar and Flat-top. "I am well, my frriends. Thank you forr yourr concerrn. It was only a drream."

"On the otherr hand, therre is often trruth in drreams. Last night in sleeping I drreamt we werre being watched, and out of the mist a head of an elf with no body rrolled up to my feet. It was smiling like it knew something I and I didn't."

"What does it mean? Maybe it rrelates to the Fae King? Orr to the Culverrwood, wherre many elves live?"

Toros 
Friday November 4th, 2005 11:00:38 PM
Toros gives the CMW to Zeoll. "I am sure you will use it well Zeoll, thanks!! However, know that it is a used one, and I do not remember how many charges have been left exactly! (Perhaps 17/50 charge?)"

"Flat-top, that person who told you this has underestimated you! If only he knows the effect of your magical charm on the beautiful and clever ladies...!"

Toros listens to the dream of Zeoll without words but worries...

The red soil. (DM Jim) 
Saturday November 5th, 2005 12:31:39 AM
Traveling for another few days Zeoll is able to forget at least a little about his vision. He has had no more since then and he finds it kind of relieving.

Brahmah notes the reddening of the soil as they travel and he looks to the further land ahead. With a swallow he realizes that they are about to enter the area of the Wold know as the Red Hills. Known for its giants, giantkin and danger that most would not like to face he wonders if there is a better way.

Stretched out before the eyes of the whole group are the Red Hills and a place that many fear to venture without an army. The things that live here are of the toughest type and not to be trifled with. A little bit of thought by Brahmah and Zeoll tells them that there is another town nearby but that they will still have to either cross part of the Red Hills or the Scab...a tough choice.

The group has a choice ahead of them as to their direction. Consider most of the informtion about both places that I have mentioned and RP it out in the game. :)

Brahmah  d20+7=17 d20+8=26 d20+13=26
Saturday November 5th, 2005 5:06:03 AM
(knowledge nature 17, knowledge geography 26, survival to avoid hazard 26)

"Head north-northwest. We're too far East." He says simply.

Flat-top  d20+4=24
Saturday November 5th, 2005 7:12:24 AM
Flat-top looking at the scenery The land, the mountains and the trees, "Nice land, but a bit dry!"
The Center looks toward the Captain, "Ok! Lets move." Then fall into step with the Magic Users.

Ban Maeve 
Saturday November 5th, 2005 11:52:39 AM
Ban continues to follow along trying to get a feel for where he is, hoping that soon he'll be able to prove his worth to the Chosen.

Gecktar 
Saturday November 5th, 2005 2:57:30 PM
"I don't know what you feel freinds, but I don't like this place. I would like to be able to cross all the land as a cloud, like some priests are able to do... But I'm far from matering this power..."

He put a kneel on the soil and makes a brief prayer to Domi. 'Allow us to cross this dangerous land giving us courage and valiance'


Zeoll 
Sunday November 6th, 2005 6:17:46 PM
The liontaur is relieved that his strange dream does not recur, but he is also intrigued at the idea of learning things from dreams. Maybe with some training and reflection he could become more adept at dreaming ...

But first the group has a choice. To get to the Crescent Valley they must dash across a corner of the Red Hills or the Scab. Which one to pick?

"I think we should trry the Rred Hills," says Zeoll. "My uninforrmed guess is that the Scab is morre rrough, mountainous, and barrren. My Entangle spells may worrk betterr in the Hills."

The morning before setting out into the Red Hills, Zeoll prepares a new set of druid spells.

Spells Typically chosen out of doors:
Level 0: Guidance, Light, Cure Minor Wounds x2
Level 1: Entanglex3
Level 2: Barkskin, Fog Cloud


Brahmah 
Monday November 7th, 2005 7:21:58 AM
"Lets move."

Flat-top 
Monday November 7th, 2005 2:35:17 PM
Flat-top listens to Brahmah and fall behind the magic-users, "OK! Here we go!" His gate is just slow enough to protect them.

Toros 
Monday November 7th, 2005 7:09:38 PM
"Thanks for the prayer, Gecktar, we may need the favour of our God indeed! I also feel strange, I mean my equipment seems unreliable, since we come here, what is happening, I do not know!"

OOC: Experiencing some computer problems, they were disappointing at first, but now they seem managable, at least for the moment.

Crossing the Red Hills. (DM Jim) 
Monday November 7th, 2005 11:38:49 PM
Having decided to skirt the Red Hills as much as possible the group moves further into the red soiled area. The ground is covered easily with minimal effort on all the Chosen and you have seen no signs of life as of yet.

A few days have passed with no real danger or anything of the like and then you find some prints left in the softer part of the red soil. You have also noticed that this part of the hills is a little bit more overgrown but what can you do about it but cut it down.

Zeoll starts to get an odd feeling as if he should know this area somehow...it nags at the back of his mind driving him crazy.

Flat-top has a sudden urge to scratch himself and then finds a lump in his hair about the size of a marble.

The rest of the group are just a little tired from all this walking though none of you would complain....or would you?

I would also assume that at least some of the information on the Red Hills and the Scab would be know by those with competence in nature. General information that is and nothing too specific, along with a general lay of the surrounding land.

Brahmah  d20+13=31
Tuesday November 8th, 2005 7:36:41 AM
Brahmah checks the tracks. (Survival tracking 31, +2 if human, +4 if centaur)

"I'm getting tired and need to rest.... don't look at me like that Flat-top!"

Flat-top 
Tuesday November 8th, 2005 9:32:04 AM
Flat-top is getting tired too, but says nothing. Untill Brahmah barks at him. "I'm Not looking at you!" Flat-top snaps back at Brahmah, "I'm scratching my head here? There a lump here on my head the size of a fist!"

Zeoll  d20+9=28
Tuesday November 8th, 2005 10:39:45 AM
Zeoll laughs at Brahmah and Flat-top. "I'm tirred too! But beforre we lay down ourr sleepy heads, let's look arround forr morre tracks and figurre out if it is safe to be herre. Something about this place gives me the jeeblies."

The liontaur is not sure what he is looking for, but he keeps his eyes open. (Spot check 28 woot!)

Gecktar 
Tuesday November 8th, 2005 1:43:29 PM
Staying side by side with Zeoll (if he accepts) has a smile for the words between Flat-top and Brahmah. 'Two teenagers' he thinks for himself.

"Well lets find a shelter around here as we are all tired. I will suggest dried fruits, bread cheese and bacon for our diner so as to not light a fire in this hostile country."

Tracks and the fog. (DM Jim) 
Wednesday November 9th, 2005 1:06:52 AM
Brahmah checks the tracks and finds them to be unbooted and as his mind wanders over the tracks. He comes to the conculsion that it has to be trolls and from the tracks at least five of them at that.

Flat-top is tired and stretches some as he waits though he is quick to let Brahmah know that he was not giving him the look. In fact he had been thinking about some apples that he stashed away for this trip in his pack. The marble size lump is slightly soft to your touch but in an area that you cannot see it, but it seems to be attached to you.

Zeoll shivers as he realizes that this area is the one that he saw in his dream a few days back. In fact he is so sure of it that he glances to his feet to see if there is a head anywhere nearby...there is not. Right before the fog rolls in you think that you notice a plant move off to your left some twenty feet from you.

Gecktar tries to comfort the rest of the group and mostly Zeoll as he stands near him. He also adds his own thoughts on being tired and finding shelter in this area as soon as possible.

The rest of the group watches with some interest as Brahmah looks over the tracks. They are tired as well and would very much like to get some sleep.

As if out of nowhere a low fog starts to roll in and cover the area with a soft gauzy white. Zeoll feels the hairs stand up on his whole body as he watches in some horror. Then it happens as suddenly as the fog rolled in...a elven head rolls to stop at Flat-top's feet. It is looking straight at Zeoll with those blue eyes that seem to know a secret that he does not. There is a look of grim shock upon the face of the elven head as if the last few minutes were spent in terror.

Ceil - I got your email about the mirrors so they are good to go and you can hand them out to those with you.

Toros 
Wednesday November 9th, 2005 1:09:28 AM
Not so feeling tired Toros offers to his friends, "Today I can take the first watch, when you are resting..." Then he continues, "I also should find a time to check all my gear, I have to control them one by one, I guess."

Brahmah 
Wednesday November 9th, 2005 4:41:21 AM
"Trolls." He says simply. "This'll be fun."

Prepared Spells:
1st: Resist Energy, Speak with Animals
2nd: Bear's Endurance

Toros - OOC 
Wednesday November 9th, 2005 7:53:06 AM
Sorry for the previous post, it was meant to be before DM post. I will post again for today.

Also, next week I am going for a conference, where I assume there should be Internet access. But in case I cannot access to Internet please someone sub Toros in my absence.

Gecktar 
Wednesday November 9th, 2005 9:09:06 AM
"Hmm, trolls you said captain ? Definitively no fire is needed except for burning those pests. Does anyone have some oil ?"

"If we have to fight trolls we need to have torch ready to kill them..."

That said he gathers one torch among those that own one, or fabricates one, and keep it at hand in case ...

OOC :
Level 0 : Create Water ; Detect Magic ; Light ; Purify Food and Drink ; Read Magic
Level 1 : Bless ; Divine Favor ; Shield of Faith ; Remove Fear ; Sanctuary (d)
Level 2 : Bull's Strength ; Hold Person ; Restoration, lesser ; Spiritual Weapon (d)
Level 3 : Magic circle vs Evil ; Magic Vestment (d) ; Prayer

Flat-top (AC 22 96/96 HP) 
Wednesday November 9th, 2005 10:04:35 AM
Flat-top opens his pakages and stars to hand out Taur Size Mirrors (One for each of the players) When he come to Zeoll, Flat-top gives him a mirror and the change of 80 gp to him.

When the fog starts to move in, Flat-top ask Zeoll to look at the lump on his head, But this is when things starts to happen. He jumps back when the Elven head rolls to his feet, "What's this?" he ask as he draws his Morning Star from his neck.

Zeoll (AC18, HP53)  d20+1=20
Wednesday November 9th, 2005 4:02:48 PM

Before the Head, Zeoll wonders about his friend, Flat-top. If that lump is obvious, or if the centaur is rubbng it a lot, Zeoll asks, "Arre you okay, Flat-top? What's wrrong with yourr head?" He inquires when he takes his mirror from the centaur, "Thanks! How much do I owe you?"

When the Head rolls in, Zeoll cannot resist a little black humor. "When they told me heads would rroll, I didn't think they meant it literrally!"

But the liontaur knows that heads do not roll by themselves, nor do fogs so conveniently hide head tossers without magical assistance.

"In drreams," Zeoll says to his friends, "heads may rroll on theirr own. In rreality, heads need helperrs who make them rroll."

The bard/druid does his best to judge, by the speed and direction from which the head came, where a head-tosser might be. (Rolled an Int check of 20 to do so! Woot!). Then he targets an Entangle spell at that area, hoping to catch the head tosser in constricting grasses and bramble.

(Entangle covers an 80-foot diameter, which offers a healthy margin of error. Zeoll is careful NOT to Entangle himself or his friends. The save DC on an Entangle is a 14.)

Toros 
Thursday November 10th, 2005 12:13:27 AM
Toros thanks for the mirror to Flat-top and asks what he can do for the mighty Centaur, before he can get an answer suddenly the fog comes... Seeing the elven head rolling in front Toros tries to make this serious situation less troublesome by commenting "Your dream comes true, Zeoll!!", and then he regrets what he has just said. Toros then gets his magic weapon oil and applies it to Flat-top's drawn weapon. Meanwhile, he activates his ring and stays on defensive for additional protection.

A surprise. (DM Jim) 
Thursday November 10th, 2005 1:03:41 AM
The group is suddenly on edge when the fog rolls in and many react in their own way.

Brahmah stays low to the ground where he found the tracks, weapons drawn.

Gecktar is quick to set up several torches in case the trolls are making an attack. Though magic is usually beyone their ilk.

Flat-top had just handed out the last mirror when he finds himself drawing his weapon. He is ready for whatever may come now but can see little as of yet.

Zeoll does not take this new happening too well but he does try to make light of it. He sends out a spell in the direction of where the severed head should have come from. He hears nothing to indicate that he got his target or that anyone is even there.

Toros drops a thing of magical oil upon Flat-top's drawn weapon hoping that it will be of use to the group. He is suddenly aware of just how small their group has gotten.

With everyone ready for the worst the fog slowly starts to clear and you notice nothing out of place...at first. Then off to the side of the area that you all are standing in and the entangle spell is raging...you notice that an area of the vinery has not been effected. Hanging in some of the vines that have come to the for hangs a partially rotted elven body, minus a head. It is surrounded mostly by vines and other skeletal remains seem to be entwined in the vines as well.

Brahmah 
Thursday November 10th, 2005 1:23:09 AM
Brahmah holds up his hand in the universal gesture for stop. "Hold." He points to the vines. "Assassin vine. Avoid it... completely."

He will route them around the vines.

Gecktar 
Thursday November 10th, 2005 5:49:52 AM
Gecktar thanks Flat-Top for the mirror. "This makes me remember that I owe the group 60gp for the cost of the bow that was underestimated. I will pay a great diner when we will reach civilization"

Hearing the advice of Brahmah, Gecktar don't move and look around to see if there is something odd.

Flat-top (AC 22 96/96 HP)  d20+6=14
Thursday November 10th, 2005 7:46:39 AM
Flat-top does not move, but does scan the suroundings. (Spot - 14) "You say that you had a dream about the headless elf? Zeoll my Friend, It look like Domi sent you a warning about the danger of that assisan vines??"
Flat-top turns to Zeoll and Gecktar, he bends as low as he can,parting his hair, then ask them both "Can you see the lump on my head? Is it a TICK?"

Zeoll 
Thursday November 10th, 2005 11:38:18 AM
Zeoll promises to take a look at Flat-top's head as soon as this plant monster is investigated.

Staying well out of reach, Zeoll casts Detect Magic. He wants to know if anything on the elf's corpse is magical.

If there are any magical items, then Zeoll will spontaneously cast Summon Nature's Ally II. After the one round casting time, he calls a small air elemental. He asks it to use its whirlwind ability to fetch the elf corpse and possessions from the deadly tree-creature.

Stuff used

Bard Spells:
1 of 3 0th-lvl spells (used Detect Magic)
0 of 3 1st-lvl spells

0 of 3 Bardic musics

Druid Spells:
Level 0: Guidance, Light, Cure Minor Wounds x2
Level 1: Entanglex3 (1 used)
Level 2: Barkskin (used?), Fog Cloud

Metamagic Rod: 0 of 3 used

Pearl of Power II: 0 of 1 used

Toros 
Thursday November 10th, 2005 8:19:29 PM
"Poor Elf, ...bless his sins" thinks Toros and gives a quick prayer to his Gods, before following Brahmah to avoid the assassin vines.

Moving along. (DM Jim) 
Thursday November 10th, 2005 9:40:56 PM
Brahmah is quick to recognize the vines for what they are and warns people away from them. He then scouts the area for a way around them and finds a nice path, one it appears taken by the trolls.

Zeoll checks the vines many victims and finds nothing of interest on any of the elves that is magical. The clothing on the headless elven corpse is ragged and not very remarkable.

Flat-top scans the area but comes up with no other dangers in the immediate area. The vines being the only thing and he can see they would not be able to reach him from here.

Gecktar remembers a small amount of money that he owes the group. What brought him to remember this at this time maybe strange to most of the group...but he does offer to buy a nice dinner when they get to civilization.

Toros gives a short prayer to the deceased elf and then moves along to follow Brahmah. He gives the vines a wide berth as he does not really wanting to be thier next meal.

The group comes to a slightly raised area in the hills that has a large amount of bushes surrounding it. Maybe this would be a good place to camp and it is well away from the path and the vines.

Brahmah 
Friday November 11th, 2005 3:04:46 AM
"Is there anyone that can cast several unseen servants to remove the body?" He asks before they move on.

Gecktar 
Friday November 11th, 2005 3:51:21 AM
"We have a clear sight all around. If we do not make fire, we should stay there for the night."

"I will take the first watch. Keep some torch not far in case trolls come back here..."

Zeoll  d20+9=11
Friday November 11th, 2005 11:00:01 AM
If Brahmah wants to move the bodies, Zeoll will summon his air elemental to do the job with a whirlwind.

Zeoll looks around the bushes to see if this is a good camp (Spot 11 bleck)

Flat-top 
Friday November 11th, 2005 12:27:30 PM
Flat-top is very careful as to not get too close to those vines and plantes.

Toros 
Saturday November 12th, 2005 12:15:53 AM
Hearing the suggestion of Brahmah, Toros casts an unseen servant to help Zeoll's air elemental for removing the bodies. "Poor Elves" he continues to think...

Brahmah 
Saturday November 12th, 2005 5:05:27 AM
"Do you see the head anywhere?"

Flat-top 
Saturday November 12th, 2005 6:31:14 AM
Flat-top answers Brahmah's question "Yes! It's over there where it landed at Zeoll's feet! Why do you want it?" Flat-top has a hint of hurt and sorrow in his answer. He also scratches the (lump on) his head.

Zeoll  d20+3=19
Saturday November 12th, 2005 6:46:04 AM

Zeoll's Air Elemental (and Toros's Unseen Servant) place all the bodies in one place, including the head. Maybe Gecktar would say a prayer?

Zeoll sees Flat-top scratching his head and is ashamed that he forgot about his friend's lump.

Zeoll takes a look at it (Untrained Heal check 19) and asks if anybody has any training in the healing arts. If so, Zeoll will help them take a look (Bardic Inspire Competence gives an extra +2).

Ban Maeve 
Sunday November 13th, 2005 6:36:12 AM
Seeing that the immediate danger has passed, Ban returns his bow to his side. "I ton't like this, something seems not right. Where tit the fog come from, it's not natural. Ant why woult the heat tecite to come rolling at the moment that we stop here? I tell you, something foul is at play here."

OOC: Again, i apologize for my absence. in the next few days all should be right as rain as i will be back home and able to post again with regualarity.

Night. (DM Jim) 
Sunday November 13th, 2005 9:08:54 PM
The body is removed from the vines thought it takes the air elemental to do it. The vines did not seem to willing to let go. The servant goes about collecting the many bones that lay around. Before long you have a nice little pile of bones and the one body laying upon the ground, the head as well.

The group says a few prayers over the bones and body, then you move out. After traveling for awhile you come to a nice little high area surrounded by bushes. A few torches are soon lit so that fire is available for a possible battle with trolls.

The discussion turns to the trolls, the fog and the severed head that rolled at Flat-top's feet. Flat-top once again scratches at the lump on the back of his head and Zeoll comes over to have a look. He finds a tick, gorged on Flat-top's blood, the size of your thumb inbeded in his flesh. It is easily taken care of by Zeoll and he wonders if it is an isolated thing.

As the night wares on, the group finds that they will soon need to set a watch and maybe get something for supper. Rumbling tummies all around tell you that it is nearing time to eat and it will not be easily dismissed.

Can I get a Fort DC 18 from all of you please?

Gecktar  d20+8=11
Monday November 14th, 2005 4:55:49 AM
Gecktar tries to stay alert and take the first watch.

(OOC Fort save failed 11)

Ban Maeve  d20=10
Monday November 14th, 2005 5:33:30 AM
Ban Maeve settles down to a good cat nap. "Goot night everyboty, sleep well."

OOC: Fort 16, I believe (CS is currently in another country, will be home tomorrow).

Flat-top  d20+3=7
Monday November 14th, 2005 7:18:33 AM
"Thank you, Friend Zeoll" said Flat-top, "I feel much better now, You sleep and I'll will keep watch." Flat-top has every intention of staying awake, to guard the camp, but eventely falls asleep (Not with a 7) leaning on his bow.

Zeoll  d20+6=10
Monday November 14th, 2005 1:21:01 PM
The liontaur finishes his healing with a couple Cure Minor Wounds for his centaur friend. "Therre. Now you should feel betterr," he says.

Zeoll helps prepare dinner, as usual.

"Thanks, old pal," says Zeoll when Flat-top offers to take his watch so the liontaur can sleep. "I'll see you in my drreams!"

[Fort Save:10 fails.]

Brahmah  d20+12=32
Monday November 14th, 2005 6:30:54 PM
(Fort 32)

Prepared Spells:
1st: Resist Energy, Speak with Animals
2nd: Bear's Endurance

Brahmah looks to his bag of previsions and hands some rations around to the group.

(OOC: Let me know how many rations are used Jim. Thanks.)

Toros  d20=15
Monday November 14th, 2005 9:28:22 PM
In spite of the recent happenings and tiring day, Toros maintains his composure, and accompanies Gecktar in his watch.

Fort save 27

Zeoll 
Tuesday November 15th, 2005 7:11:33 PM
In the morning, Zeoll awakes refreshed and well-rested.

He helps break camp and urges everyone to get moving with the dawn.

"We rreally need to find the otherr half of the map. That means getting ourrselves a guide and then enterring the Culverrwood. So the soonerr we crross these Rred Hills and enterr the Crrescent Valley, the soonerr we can get a halfling guide."

"So farr the Hills have been quiet. Let's not test ourr luck by lollygagging. I have an intuition that Fate is ignorring us for now, so let's grrab this chance to move fast."

Zeoll strikes out across the hills, glad that his druidic training makes the terrain easier -- for him, at least. :-)

Flat-top 
Tuesday November 15th, 2005 8:15:55 PM
Flat-top wakes in the morning, he slept all night long, It's not like him to sleep on the job "I hope that Captain woun't notice oe he'll really be mad at me!"
So Flat-top breaks down the camp site, so no one will see any tracks or ashes. He tells everybody All set to go?"

Brahmah 
Tuesday November 15th, 2005 9:42:31 PM
Brahmah searches the area for tracks and signs of trolls coming into the camp during the night.

The ranger will lead the group away from the camp asap.

Fate's eye. (DM Jim)  d2=2
Wednesday November 16th, 2005 4:14:59 PM
Despite the mild night there was no signs of trouble at all. Up earlier than most in the Wold, the Chosen find themselves ready soon after breakfast. It is pointed out that they have been lucky so far and should not remain in one place for too long.

The direction that you need to travel is soon decided and you start off in that direction. The land is not easy for some as you do a lot of going up and down hills most of the morning. It is tiring work but not one that a hardened group is not use to so you feel no fatigue.

It is closeing on noon when you top the rise of one such hill to find at the bottom of it three trolls feasting upon something. They are all hunched over whatever it is, tearing with teeth and ripping with claws. The ground here is fairly open but it still might not be impossible to go around them undetected.

Brahmah uses enough rations for a single day from his stock. You and Zeoll were able to find some root, berries and the like that were edible in the area.

Flat-top 
Wednesday November 16th, 2005 5:05:05 PM
Flat-top slowly avances to Brahmah's side, looks down to the trowels, In a very low whisper "OK! What now Captain?"

Ban Maeve 
Wednesday November 16th, 2005 8:18:31 PM
"If you were to ask me, I't say we could start to blast them from a tistance, then finish them off when they close in. I'm a fair shot with my bow, Tomi willing and can back it up with a little magical support. Of course, I realize that you weren't asking me, so I will follow your leat."

Ban Maeve 
Wednesday November 16th, 2005 8:19:00 PM
"If you were to ask me, I't say we could start to blast them from a tistance, then finish them off when they close in. I'm a fair shot with my bow, Tomi willing and can back it up with a little magical support. Of course, I realize that you weren't asking me, so I will follow your leat."

Brahmah 
Wednesday November 16th, 2005 8:52:50 PM
"We should skirt the field and take a wide birth around the area." He begins to move out and away from the troll's feast. "They have already killed whatever it is and we can't help. They have every reason to live free and healthy. But if they rush us, defend yourself." He smiles.

Zeoll 
Wednesday November 16th, 2005 10:44:40 PM
Zeoll agrees with Brahmah and follows the leader of the Chosen in skirting the trolls. However, he readies an entangle spell to go off if the trolls head towards the group.

Toros 
Thursday November 17th, 2005 12:01:59 AM
Toros will follow the group, believing they should not be separated in the wilderness.

Brahmah  d20+13=18 d20+13=21 d20+7=23 d20+8=12 d20+11=21 d20+11=24 d20+5=23
Thursday November 17th, 2005 2:59:59 AM
Prepared Spells:
1st: Resist Energy, Speak with Animals
2nd: Bear's Endurance

The leader moves cautiously and makes a wide path between them and the trolls. He wants to keep the wind from carrying the Chosen's scent toward the trolls. (Can't remember if that down-wind or up-wind ;))
He whispers, "Move silently and slowly behind me. I'll go first so that I can look for tracks or other signs of activity. Ban, you, Flaot-top and Zeoll keep an eye on the trolls. If they see us or finish eating, let me know. Toros and Gecktar, keep an eye out for other activity besides the troll and tracks."
(Survival 18 tracking , 21 to avoid natural hazards, Knowledge nature 23, Knowledge geography 12, Spot 21, Listen 24, Search 23)

Brahmah tries, if possible, to keep the trolls at least 50 yards off. Further if possible.

He signals to Pah'caw to stay out of sight of the trolls.

If Kale is around, scouting off ahead might be nice. But Brahmah hasn't seen Kale in days... or was it weeks?

(OOC: Let me get this straight... we have Flat-top, Brahmah, Zeoll, Ban who are posting regularly and Toros, Gecktar and Kale who hardly post anymore? D'oh! Come on guys, whats up!!!)

Gecktar  d20+3=23 d20+3=14
Thursday November 17th, 2005 3:17:21 AM
Gecktar follows the instructions given by his captain and open wide his eyes and ears to look at any other activity around.
(listen 23; spot 14)

(OOC : I just post at the same rate as our DM ;)

Flat-top 
Thursday November 17th, 2005 6:02:45 AM
Flat-top will do as the Captain orders. He'll keep his body between the magic users and the trolls. He also keep a close eye on them and their banquite.

OOC: Now! Now! Boys, you know we are losing our DM Soon! He's been very good to us and help us grow into better characters. He has his own reasons to skip a posting or two.
I know I'm going to miss him.

Pah'caw (ceil) 
Thursday November 17th, 2005 6:12:43 AM
The Golden Eagle Makes her lazy circle in the sky, Wanting to warn her master but cannot, for she knows the those enermy are trolls.

She'll keep flying and watching for orther dangers too.

Ban Maeve 
Thursday November 17th, 2005 11:25:49 AM
"Very well, I will keep a close watch as we go arount," Ban says as he readies his bow and notches an arrow, just in case.

Trouble. (DM Jim) 
Thursday November 17th, 2005 9:24:33 PM
The group is starting to move to go around the area and avoid the trolls when one of them raises it's head and sniffs the air.

Brahmah curses as he feels the wind has shifted and is blowing past them and straight towards the trolls.

Those watching will spot the trolls stand as one to look up the hill at the group. You can tell by the sudden motion from them that they have seen you. They are now racing up the hill towards your position.

The vegetation here is a little sparser than normal, but maybe with enough grass to hamper movement. The climb of the hill will also allow the group at least a couple of rounds before the trolls reach the group at thier full run.

The group is down to the following Chosen - Brahmah, Flat-top, Zeoll, Gecktar, Ban and Toros. Kale was left back in South Harbor, he left to take care of some personal business and never came back. Rill also started a job in South Harbor working in a small magical component shop.

Zeoll 
Thursday November 17th, 2005 9:58:19 PM
Zeoll's Entangle spell was readied for just this kind of event, so he releases the magic in the hope that the vegetation in the trolls' path will grab one or two and keep it at bay. (Reflex save 14)

The liontaur's next action (not sure if you want one round of actions or two) after that will be to cast Hideous Laughter on a troll that is not entangled, as soon as it is in range. (Will save 13 includes the -4 penalty)

Flat-top (AC 22 96/96 HP) 
Friday November 18th, 2005 6:08:55 AM
"Oh! Boy!" said Flat-top, as he stick his sword into the ground, then takes his Bow and knothes it, takes out arrows and redies himself to fight, " What food they were eating was not enough, Now they want the lot of us!"

Flat-top will shoot arrows in the next round.

Toros 
Friday November 18th, 2005 9:18:38 AM
Using his equipment and perhaps adding some of his magic, Toros prepares a small fire, enough to burn the arrows of Flat-top.

OOC: I am here, I mean I was in a conference but I have returned now, and actually even during the conference I do not think I have missed posts, though my posts were short ones...

Gecktar (AC20 hp54) 
Friday November 18th, 2005 5:28:27 PM
Mimicing Toros, Gecktar light a torch. When the troll will be within 40ft, Gecktar will pray Domi to help them in this fight

(OOC cast prayer : EVERYONE has +1 luck bonus to ATTACK, DAMAGE, SAVES, Skill checks and the trolls will be at -1 for the same)

Ban Maeve (AC 19; HP 43)  d20+7=23 2d6(3+2)+6=11
Friday November 18th, 2005 6:40:07 PM
Ban Maeve sees the troll sniff the air. He is raising his bow to fire even as they begin charging on him and his friends. His first arrow lets loose heading straight for the closest troll.

OOC: range on his bow is 110'. the attack roll of 23 and damage of 11 includes the +1 luck bonus.

Brahmah (AC 25, HPS 93) 
Friday November 18th, 2005 7:15:37 PM
Brahmah casts Entangle (from his tattoo) about ten feet of the trolls. (He won't cast it if the area of the spell would impede the Chosen.)

Brahmah draws his newest blade and his kukri. "I guess thier still hungry." He snorts. "Use fire if possible."

He hopes the Entangle slows them.
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Prepared Spells:
1st: Resist Energy, Speak with Animals
2nd: Bear's Endurance

Red Hills' Trolls. (DM Jim)  d20+5=10 d20+5=18 d20+5=14 d20+7=11
Friday November 18th, 2005 11:27:15 PM
The trolls charge at the group and up the hill. They cover the ground fast as their limbs are built for this kind of work and they are hardened by the life they lead.

Zeoll casts a single spell that causes the vegetation to come to life on the left side of the hill. He hopes that this will slow them down some as he prepares another spell.

Flat-top slips his sword into the ground and pulls out his bow. He makes ready to feed the trolls some arrows as they approach the group.

Toros soon has a small flame a going on one of his torches. He does not have the time to gather some wood and make a real fire but at least he might be able to set some arrows aflame. Though he knows that he is forgetting something(Int DC 8 to remember that you need something on the arrows to light).

Gecktar does the same thing as his fellow Chosen and lights up a torch. He also feels that he is forgetting something crucial to put this plan to work(Int DC 8 to remember that you need something on the arrows to light). he prepares a spell for his next action to give the group some help in the battle.

Ban fires off a single arrow at the trolls as the fall into his range. The arrow thuds into the troll(T1) but does not seem to bother it much.

Brahmah casts a spell from one of his tattoos, covering the right side of the hill with grasping grasses. He calls out for the use of fire but finds that some are ahead of him in the game.

As the trolls charge into the entangled area they make it a little ways into it. One of the trolls(T1) is caught in the grass and held fast it would seem. Troll(T2) and troll(T3) are able to keep moving through the grass though they are slowed and hampered in thier movements. You can tell that you are going to get a little reprieve here as the trolls struggle.

Those that had spells ready can hold them for the trolls to close or cast them if wanted. You could also do other actions as well instead. Map is coming in the mail as well.

Toros  d20=9
Friday November 18th, 2005 11:46:22 PM
Feeling relaxed with the slowdown of the Trolls, Toros is able to remember something important that he has not thought before... (d20 9>8)

Remembering that he also lets Gecktar know what this thing is to light the arrows...

OOC: Jim, could you please tell what was that thing to light the arrows..?

... to be continued

All the things that Ceil mentioned will light the arrow, a torch you already have. What you need is something to afix to the end of the arrow to burn. Arrows do not normally burn on their own. Try a strip of cloth or rag, that should do the trick.

Flat-top (AC 22 96/96 HP)  d20+13=21 d20+10=20 d6+4=10 d6+4=7
Saturday November 19th, 2005 7:20:47 AM
Flat-top load his cross bow with two bolts, but wonders where he left his bow??
Shoots at one of the Trolls, (Hitting AC 21 & AC 20 - Damages (if any) 10 hp & 7 hp.)

Flat top will put down his cross bow and take his sword for the enermy is near. "maybe that's where I lost my Bow??"

OOC: To start a fire You need lamp oil, bacon grease, a very good spell, dry grass or a flint.

OCC to DM Jim; Please forgive me, I look at Flat-top CS and found the he had a taur size cross bow and bolts.

All is forgiven Ceil. It is easy to forget what weapons you have at all times. Especially when it is a weapon you do not use all the time. :)

Ban Maeve  5d6(6+5+5+4+5)=25
Saturday November 19th, 2005 9:46:11 PM
Ban suddenly remembers that he has 2 scrolls of fireball, which the Chosen have given him. He removes one of them from a pouch at his side and says, "It is too bat that fire is the only way. I to hate to burn the grount like this." He then begins to read from the scroll, aiming at the closest troll.

OOC: T1 and T3 need to make a DC 15 Reflex save or take 25 points of fire damage (12 on a successful save).

Brahmah 
Sunday November 20th, 2005 2:46:11 AM
"Let's not stick around! I think it might be good to leave while thier stuck. The Entangles will buy us time.
Lets move Chosen!" Suggests the Captain. He doesn't move until the others make thier decisions.

Flat-top (AC 22 96/96 HP) 
Sunday November 20th, 2005 8:36:03 AM
Flat-top does not have to be told twice to leave, "Come! Magic Users, Let us leave while we can! This is a very good job of magic, Taurs"

Then He beats hoves, wishing the Magic userd would move faster>>>>

Zeoll 
Sunday November 20th, 2005 7:20:09 PM
Zeoll readies a Hideous Laughter to cast on the lead advancing troll as soon as it is in 30 feet. (Will save 13 includes the -4 penalty)

After casting the spell, Zeoll moves away 20 feet back if he has any action left.


Toros 
Monday November 21st, 2005 10:25:04 AM
Holding the fire at one hand and lighting any arrow/bolt to be thrown, in case, Toros then retreats with the others.

Gecktar 
Monday November 21st, 2005 11:46:08 AM
Gecktar was ready to fight, adrenaline flooding in his vein. But the words of Brahmah are true. The best fight you ever have is the fight you avoid.

He let the trolls entagled and follows his captain.

"We must hide our tracks or they will follow us... And we will not have the advantage of the already cast spells"

Flat-top (AC 22 96/96 HP) 
Monday November 21st, 2005 12:58:02 PM
Flat-top is the last one in the line up, he makes sure that the party ahead of him is as safe as he can make it. "Good! Let's hurry..."

Ban Maeve 
Monday November 21st, 2005 3:14:28 PM
"I will run with you, but we will be chaset. Two of the trolls ton't look like they have been caught in the weeds and will soon be free. Shoult we not take atvantage of our situation?" Ban asks as he begins to retreat with the others, keeping the other fireball scroll handy just on case.

Brahmah 
Monday November 21st, 2005 8:14:57 PM
As the Chosen move, Brahmah casts another Entangle tattoo to overlap the other Entangle spells.
He continues to move away.
He looks at Ban. "We are taking advantage Friend. We're running." He knows Ban sees the leader as a coward, but Brahmah doesn't care. He'll explain later.

An escape or a reprieve? (DM Jim) 
Monday November 21st, 2005 10:49:07 PM
The Chosen race off back down the hill a ways and then turn into the slightly more dense brush that covers the hills. As you race from the trolls you wonder how much time you have bought or if the trolls will let you go.

Brahmah is hoping that the extra entangle spell places the way it was would help in slowing down the trolls further. He does not care what the others think of him right now but he has reasons to escape.

Flat-top brings up the rear of the group keeping an eye out for trouble and for the trolls that they left behind.

After having made some five hundred yards through the area you all stop to catch your breathe. You are not actually sure which direction that you are traveling in right now...escape being a better idea than direction at the time.

Well played folks.

Brahmah 
Tuesday November 22nd, 2005 2:19:19 AM
Brahmah picks up the pace. He begins to jog and prepares for a long run. (Has Endurance feat)

Gecktar 
Tuesday November 22nd, 2005 2:28:57 AM
Gecktar come close to Brahmah catching his pace and just says "This was the good choice captain..." then he catch his breath and trys to follow his jogging captain

Toros 
Tuesday November 22nd, 2005 4:24:03 AM
Toros continues to retreat, occasionally looking behind to see what those Trolls are doing. However, he starts to think that they may not need the fire any longer.

Flat-top 
Tuesday November 22nd, 2005 12:00:58 PM
Flat-top still holding the rear so that every one will be safer, "Good Job Captain!" But still run as fast as they can.

Zeoll 
Tuesday November 22nd, 2005 7:06:50 PM

Zeoll backs up and runs away with his friends, following Brahmah. He does his best to keep up ... he is faster in the sprint than the minotaur, but loses the endurance race.

Ban Maeve 
Wednesday November 23rd, 2005 12:48:18 AM
"I can unterstant the wistom of you choice back there, Brahmah. I was just unsure that we woult be able to get away. I titn't mean to question your authority, it was not my place." Ban looks slightly dejected, as though he has just commited a moajor faux pas.

The dead run. (DM Jim) 
Wednesday November 23rd, 2005 2:07:55 AM
After about a five minute breather the group is back on the run, literally. They push themselves to the end of their endurance and then try to push it even further.

The land just seems to run on before you, direction is still not an issue. The pace begins to tell as you start to feel the burn of lungs and muscles that are not use to extended running like this. A little figureing will tell most that you have put a sizable distance between yourselves and the trolls, if they were detained by the entangles long enough.

Constitution DC 12 from all of you. If you pass you are able to keep running but if you fail the roll than you must slow your pace to a walk.

Listen DC 16 checks needed. If you succeed than you notice the sound of heavy boots coming in your direction.

Flat-top  d20+3=22 d20+7=11
Wednesday November 23rd, 2005 7:27:31 AM
Flat-top runs but has a feeling that they are being followed, he looks behind but see no one. He does notice that Zeoll is slowing down abit. So the centaur will match his friend gate, "Tell me Friend Zeoll! can you see if any one is following us?"

OOC: Constitution check 22 - Listen chech 11 ( he hears nothing)
The feeling of being followed is a prize that Ceil won in lotto. It's a female centaur named Qualla and she's following Flat-top. She's harmless BUT a Pest.

Zeoll  d20+2=22 d20+3=23
Wednesday November 23rd, 2005 2:38:55 PM

Encouraged by his friend Flat-top, Zeoll catches his wind and keeps running (nat 20 on the Con check, woot!)

And as he runs on silent lion-feet, he hears the sound of heavy boots (Holy smokes! Another nat 20 on the listen check! Gosh! What a waste of great crit rolls!).

"Hey, frriends," he calls softly, "overr therre -- something is coming!"

Gecktar  d20+2=6 d20+3=17
Wednesday November 23rd, 2005 3:27:50 PM
Gecktar keep the pace for few minutes and then stop out of breath.
"Please slow the pace, I'm tiring ...

he turns to the sounds he hear far from the back.

(Con : 12 ; Listen 17)

Brahmah  d20+4=14 d20+10=29 d20+10=14 d20-1=13
Wednesday November 23rd, 2005 7:49:10 PM
(Constitution of 18 w/ Endurance)

The ranger looks back to see if he has left anybody behind. Seeing Gecktar slow down, Brahmah slows a bit in response.

(Listen 29)
Then he stops almost entirely. "Foot-fall from behind us! Yes Zeoll, I hear it. Boots." He looks around. (Spot 14) "I can't see much from here."

"Were the trolls wearing boots?!" He tries to remember if the trolls were wearing cloths even. (Int 13)Memory escapes him.

Brahmah (ADDITIONAL) 
Wednesday November 23rd, 2005 7:50:07 PM
When he stops, draws weapons as a precaution.

Ban Maeve  d20+2=18 d20=16
Wednesday November 23rd, 2005 8:36:19 PM
Seeing the leader slow down, Ban also slows then stops. As Brahmah draws a weapon, Ban draws his bow. He points it in the direction of the boots, ready to fire if the target appears hostile.

(Con 18; Listen 16)

Toros  d20+12=22 d20+9=16
Thursday November 24th, 2005 12:35:53 AM
Toros does not have so much trouble to keep up with the group, and as many others, is able to hear the approach of some others, although there has been no news from the trolls.

The taur checks the torch to replenish the fire, if necessary with the help of some magic, and gets ready to light the arrow of Ban, if he shoots one.

Flat-top 
Thursday November 24th, 2005 7:10:21 AM
Looking around to see if any trolls or any body is following them, But he see nothing.
"I still have this funny feeling! But where did you say you heard Boots Noises?" Said Flat-top as he gets his Morning Star off his neck. Arming himself just in case.

Ban Maeve 
Thursday November 24th, 2005 12:20:16 PM
"Flat-top, they are in the tirection my arrow points."

Zeoll 
Thursday November 24th, 2005 5:07:50 PM
Zeoll readies another entangle to cast on the newcomers should they look threatening.

The big problem or OH MY. (DM Jim) 
Thursday November 24th, 2005 7:56:07 PM
Brahmah lets the group know that booted feet come up from behind them and the group turns as one to meet the threat. All are prepared for a fight to the death when they spot...nothing.

As if on an impulse you all turn to find that while you had been occupied with the events behind you...a small group of giants have come up from the direction that you had been moving.

You find yourselves looking upon the forms of four large grey skinned giants. They are dressed in earth tone armor, that would appear to be leather. Each one carries a extremely large and long spear over thier shoulder and a large bag at their side, much like a belt pouch you think.

They in turn are staring at your group with a mixture of interest and wariness. You get the idea that they are sizing you up and that they do not see much as one points and says something to one of it's fellow giants. This causes the other two to snicker at that comment. The last of the giants and the one that you would guess to be the leader has the butt end of his spear planted on the ground and grimacing hard at the lot of you.

Brahmah 
Friday November 25th, 2005 4:03:11 AM
"What say you? Friend or foe?" Asks Brahmah, his swords out, eyes unblinking.

Flat-top (AC 22 96/96 HP) 
Friday November 25th, 2005 7:08:13 AM
Flat-top turns to talk To Ban, then look up to the giants standing there. "Friend Ban, lower your bow and turn arround, and please don't fire you arrow just yet??"

Flat-top is very intrested as to what Brahmah will have to say and how loud he has to yell at them??

Flat-top will not make a treathing move, and just let them snicker.

Toros 
Friday November 25th, 2005 10:16:54 AM
Assasin Vines, Trolls, Giants, what is wrong with this place Toros cannot help but think, facing the four gray skinned giants.

Troubled with the idea to be under a surprise ranged attack, Toros activates his protective ring (free action) and a protective spell on himself (Entropic Shield, 2 minutes), standing in a defensive position (+3 to AC).

Gecktar  d20+9=23
Friday November 25th, 2005 1:16:04 PM
Gecktar makes a step before the team and the says bowing lightly "Finally we found representants of this country... It's a pleasure to meet you. We are crossing you territory but I fear that other beast aren't going to just go through it. We've encoutered Trolls recently, just on the above hill and it seems that they want to establish here in your territory. Would you like us to show you the place ? His could be the price for going through your country"

(diplomacy 23)


Zeoll  d20+20=23
Friday November 25th, 2005 4:14:37 PM
Seeing that Gecktar has things well in hand, Zeoll simply calls out, "Yes, glad to meet you!" (Aid Another attempt roll 23 to give Gecktar a +2 on his result)

The liontaur does not draw his weapon.

Ban Maeve 
Friday November 25th, 2005 11:04:47 PM
Ban lowers his bow and eases up on the pull just enough for it to not be construed as threatening. "Very well Flat-top, let's hear what they have to say," he says in lowered tones.

Over The River And Through The Woods...


DM Bob & Carla 
Sunday November 27th, 2005 11:12:04 PM
Giants stand on either side of the trail as the Chosen of Domi, somewhat lost after their flight from the trolls continue towards the green forest looming directly in front of them. Brahmah, swords drawn walks the gauntlet wondering if the huge beings are friend or foe. Flat Top implies discretion is the better part of valor and cautions his friends to sheath their weapons. Ben Maeve does as the piebald centaur suggests, and follows his companions, while Toros casts some magics upon himself. Gecktar pleads the party's case, with Zeoll adding his support to the argument.

The lean, muscular humanoids watch the party pass by, their dark black eyes glittering from under pronounced brows. One takes a few steps back and sits upon a bolder, almost disappearing into the landscape. In a rumbling voice he addresses his companions, (those who understand Giant, Highlight to display spoiler: { "These creatures are obviously not from around here. Leave them be. We have more important things to do if there are trolls about! Filthy beasts!"} His companions move back from the edge of the trail, leaving the Chosen of Domi unmolested. If any of the party look back, they see the large creatures taking the trail in the opposite direction from the party, towards where the party had their encounter with the trolls.

Weariness and fatigue from an incredible day sets in, as the party find themselves on a trail leading to the bottom of a valley. The hills of red coloured earth are left behind as in front of them coniferous trees loom. They cover the ascending slopes, releasing their pungent scent into the cool air. A meandering river cuts its path through the valley, effectively dividing the Red Hills from the forest. Shadows elongate as the sun hangs low in the sky. Night is coming.

Please post if and how you set up camp, and watches for the night.

(OOC: We have character sheets for Flat Top, Gecktar, Zeoll, and Toros, but need the others. Ciel, Gilles, Cayzle, and Tunc, please add a potion of Cure Moderate Wounds to your items.)



Zeoll  d20+6=10
Sunday November 27th, 2005 11:41:21 PM

As evening descends, and the forest comes in sight, Zeoll takes in the view with a play of emotions -- both joy and disappointment.

"As glad as I am to see this wonderrous forrest," says the liontaur druid, "I am also unhappy that we arre so off courrse. We have missed the Crrescent Valley. And if this is the forrest I think it is, then the storries of what happens to those who enterr uninvited or unguided give us rreason to stay on this side of the rriverr!"

[Bardic Lore check for stories -- a 10! bleck!]

"The question is, if we follow this rriverr, will we get to the Crrescent Valley? And should we go rright orr left?"

Zeoll looks at the party ranger, Captain Brahmah, to see what he says.

When it is time to set up camp, Zeoll takes first watch. Looking over his goods, be fingers his magic cloak and wonders when he will have the time to continue his work on improving it.

[OOC: Thanks Jim for a great run! And welcome Bob and Carla!]

Ban Maeve  d20+3=12
Monday November 28th, 2005 1:33:46 AM
Ban continues to follow the others, though once out of range of the giants, he asks, "So toes anyone know what they sait back there? I ton't unterstant giant but it seems like they are just going to let us pass."

At night, Ban will volunteer for second watch. In the evening, while resting before bed, he will begin to make some arrows.

OOC1: rolled a 12 for crafting arrows. What would the DC be (some exapmles are given on pg 71 of the PHB)?

OOC2: i emailed my character sheet yesterday, did you not receive it?

Brahmah  d20+11=25 d20+10=30 d20+10=24 d20+8=16 d20+7=9
Monday November 28th, 2005 3:35:27 AM


The leader and Captain of the Chosen looks at Zeoll, ponders a moment and answers.
"I'm not sure. Tired. We'll figure it out tomorrow."

Brahmah looks at the sky, checks the slowly forming stars, direction and wind.
(Survival 25, Spot 30, Listen 24, Knowledge geography 16, Knowledge nature 9)
He was trying to figure out whether they got turned around after fleeing the trolls.

He sets up camp and answers Zeoll again, "I think we should head back tomorrow to where we left the trolls. Then move off from there."

(OOC: I don't have Bob or Carla's email and in fact wasn't even told Jim was leaving now. I knew he was switching out, but not so soon. My email is axemaster1010@yahoo.com)

Flat-top  d20+6=18 d20+7=8 d20+4=20
Monday November 28th, 2005 8:33:35 AM
Flat-top knew that he was a big creture, But these Giants are something else. He passes by whit great care. He answers Ban "I don't know what they said, BUT I did leave them a couple of Road Apples back there!"

He follows the party hoping that no more giants are in the area. As they come to a river, Flat-top will help set up Camp for the night. He ask the Captain (Leader)" Do you want me to stand guard with Zeoll or Ban? or maybe Half the time with Zeoll and the other Half with Bam?"

As Flat-tops goes about setting the camp for the night, he also tries to find food to eat, like wild onions, wild lettuce, wild herbs and some nuts or seeds.

Flat-top sleep leaning on his Bow.(like all horses sleep on their hooves)

Search - (18) - Listen - (8) - Wilderness Lore - (20).

OOC: DM Jim not even a Good-bye?? good luck any way - Welcome to Bob and Carla, I hope we are not too much of an handful for you??

toros 
Monday November 28th, 2005 10:53:28 AM
ooc:
thank you for all, jim and; well come bob and carla!!

and sorry for not being able to use the capital letters, have problem with the keyboard in this computer.

ic:
toros helps for setting the camp and takes the watch prior to the dawn.

Ban Maeve 
Monday November 28th, 2005 11:08:15 AM
OOC: also sending goodbyes and best wishes to DM Jim and warm welcomes to DMs Bob and Carla
(Toros, when you get the keyboard fixed, are you going to compensate by yelling all the time?)

One last goodbye. (DM Jim) 
Monday November 28th, 2005 7:05:12 PM
It has been a blast DMing the lot of you and it is not lightly that I leave the Chosen behind. Still I am needed with the Bloodpack and know that Bob and Carla can do the job as well if not better than me.

I will keep an eye upon the game though as I feel this is my little baby at times. :)

Happy gaming to all of you and hopefully we can talk off an on. At least through the L&B at least.

Jim

Carla and Bob - You can delete this after everyone has had a chance to read it. I hope that you have as much fun DMing this group as I did. Just remember to give that Flat-top a kick in the butt every once in awhile. :)

toros - ooc 
Monday November 28th, 2005 9:21:22 PM
sorry ban, but i have not understood why you ask this question to me?

(OOC: In general, typing all in capitals means you are YELLING! So, I think he is just making a joke that when you get your capitals sorted out, you might take to yelling at folks for a while!-DM Carla)

DM Bob & Carla 
Monday November 28th, 2005 9:48:05 PM
Even if he can not understand what they said, Brahmah's study of the giants leads him to believe they won't return to bother the party. He turns his attention to the stars, the wind, the very land itself. His keen observations tell him that though the nights will be cool, the coming days will be fair. The trail swings close to the river, and Brahmah notices the body of water spreads out forming a shallow pool bordered by a small sandy shore before it narrows once again, racing ever southward. It seems the perfect place to set up camp.

Flat-Top is able to supplement whatever trail rations the party has with some edible greens, fungi, and a few tubers. Berries hang heavy on thorny branches that droop over the hillside alongside the trail. Toros helps the centaur set up camp while a worried Zeoll remembers an old poem telling of the Culverwood. The exact words escape him but there was something about it being capable of feeling, that the routes through it seem to change, that some folks wander for days only to end up where they started without ever getting where they wanted to go, and some folks who enter, never come out! Fingering his beautiful cloak with the silver embroidery, the wemic knows it may be a while before he meets someone who has the magical ability to help him complete it. In the interim, it is still functional as before, but perhaps a little more elegant than most other cloaks. (OOC: Cayzle, e-mail me about this and we will see what we can do.)

Ban Maeve finds a slender piece of cedar. It seems straight and strong. He peels away the bark and begins to shape it carefully using the blade of his throwing axe. (Roll Search vs DC 15 to find some duck feathers floating at the edge of the water for use as fletching, or else wait another day to find another source of feathers!)

Zeoll takes first watch with Flat-Top, while Ban Maeve volunteers for second watch (and is joined by a pensive Gecktar?) Toros takes the last watch (with Brahmah?) (OOC: Do you build a fire?)

(Please, everyone, roll Spot and Listen checks.)

(OOC: Neal and Jay please add 200 GP to your character sheet.)


toros - ooc  d20+9=23 d20+5=17
Monday November 28th, 2005 11:49:55 PM
i see. :-b
my concern with the capital letters was mainly the initials for the personal names and start of sentences.i am glad i have not made anyone think i have an intention to yell to anyone, thanks carla for the explanation and of course ban for the joke

the first roll is for listen and latter is for spot check.

i also have a problem with some numbers in the keyboard, as well, sorry.

Ban Maeve  d20+10=12 d20+2=14 d20+2=5
Tuesday November 29th, 2005 2:59:36 AM
OOC: on watch - spot 12, listen 14
search for fletching 5 (i guess i can finish my arrow tomorrow, though perhaps i could also use Survival to find a likely place for feathers or get some that fall off Garos (his hawk)?)

toros ;-) you can yell at me soon for the joke. lol

Brahmah  d20+10=11 d20+10=15 d20+11=30
Tuesday November 29th, 2005 4:19:14 AM
"Set cold camp Chosen. We can't risk a fire because of our neighbors." He smiles. "Sleep close to one another to conserve heat."

(Spot 11, Listen 15, Survival 30 to help the group with Fort saves versus cold... since we will likely be stationary, each member of the Chosen gains +4 versus severe weather)



Brahmah ADDITIONAL 
Tuesday November 29th, 2005 4:20:37 AM
"Maybe one of our spell casters can heat some stones to produce some heat?"

Gecktar  d20+3=19 d20+3=9
Tuesday November 29th, 2005 5:14:15 AM
OOC : Darn ! Just too busy to get some time to answer Bob and Carla's first post !!! Good bye Jim this have been a pleasure to play with you. Welcome Carla and Bob, I'm sure we will have fun together.

Gecktar stays silent during the rest of the day and helps to set up the camp. While preparing diner he accepts the second turn of guard with Ban.

(listen 19 ; Spot 9)

Flat-top  d20+6=26 d20+6=18
Tuesday November 29th, 2005 9:31:45 AM
Flat-Top after his watch, will take out his bow and lean on it. (centaurs sleep standing on theit hooves) But he will keep an ear open and if he should hear any thing, he will then try to spot the sound.

Zeoll (AC18, HP53)  d20+9=26 d20+3=16
Tuesday November 29th, 2005 6:31:48 PM
Zeoll tells Brahmah he is sorry he has no way to keep the party warm tonight. If it is a problem, he could prepare something tomorrow.

The liontaur keeps alert while on watch (Spot 26, Listen 16).

He thinks back to his long-ago life on Liontaur Isle. There, too he would stand watch over his pride. He is sad for a moment that he was not there to watch when the pack of hell hounds descended on his family and friends.

But enough woolgathering! He stays alert, here and now.

Stuff used

Bard Spells:
1 of 3 0th-lvl spells (used Detect Magic)
0 of 3 1st-lvl spells

0 of 3 Bardic musics

Druid Spells:
Level 0: Guidance, Light, Cure Minor Wounds x2
Level 1: Entanglex3 (1 used)
Level 2: Barkskin (used), Fog Cloud

Metamagic Rod: 0 of 3 used

Pearl of Power II: 0 of 1 used

DM Bob & Carla  Move Silently d20+13=31 d20+13=24 Hide d20+13=28 d20+13=29
Tuesday November 29th, 2005 8:59:33 PM
The sky becomes a dark velvet blue studded here and there by tiny distant stars. Brahmah calls for a cold camp and the others oblige. Huddled under cloaks and blankets for warmth, the watchers crane to see into the darkness, their ears tuned to every sound.

During the first watch Flat-Top signals to Zeoll and points in the direction of the river. The fighter is sure he heard the sound of someone or something splashing in the water! The bard stirs from his reverie but doesn't see anything.

The first watch pass their information on to the second watch, but Ban and Gecktar share a quiet middle watch.

As the sky takes on the colour of a great bruise, black, purple, tinged with reddish pink, then yellow, where the sun creeps over the edge of the Wold, Toros and Brahmah hear the familiar sound of flint on steel.

Snick! Snick! Snick! A small flame jumps to life not 30 ft. from where the party has made their camp. The glow of the small fire casts light on the two faces hunched over the flames. Male humanoid faces with dark eyes, but large curling horns at their temples, twigs and leaves in their curly matted hair. The creeping morning light discloses more. The torso and upper limbs are those of young men, yet from the waist down fur covered goat legs end in wide black hooves.

Brahmah  d20+10=12
Wednesday November 30th, 2005 3:49:52 AM
He signals Toros and wakes Flat-top. He signals Toros and Flat-top to quietly wake the others.

The ranger lowers his profile, draws his bow, knocks an arrow and sights the two goat like humanoids. He scans the horizon for others. He looks on, counting heads. (How many are there for sure (he sees two, but are there others near the camp?)? Are they 'gnoats'?)
Brahmah listens for talking and language. (Listening 12, -3 for distance = 9) Brahmah can't tell whether they are talking or not.

Flat-top 
Wednesday November 30th, 2005 6:56:01 AM
Flat-top does what the Captain ordered him to do. He wakes silently, putting a finger to his lips then pointing to the Satyrs by their fire.

After every on is awaken, Flat-top quietly goes to Brahmah asking "What are they Satyrs? or Gnoats?"

Toros 
Wednesday November 30th, 2005 7:52:50 AM
Toros has just finished his morning prayers to get recharged with divine energy, when he hears thesound of flint on steel and notices the small flame. Being already awake, he wakes up the others one by one.

Spell List:
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Cleric
level 0
(5) detect magic, guidance*2, detect poison, mending

level 1
(4)
Divine Favor: Gain +1 on attack and damage rolls.
Doom: One subject takes --2 on attack rolls, damage rolls, saves, and checks.
Inflict Light Wounds: Touch deals 1d8 damage +2.

Magic weapon (war domain)



Gecktar 
Wednesday November 30th, 2005 4:27:44 PM
Gecktar open an eye, then the other. The night has been short and he shake is head ready to talk when he sees the face of Flat-Top and his finger before his mouth in a sign of silence.

He kneels quietly ready to stand up at any sign of agressivity.

Ban Maeve (AC 19; HP 43/43) 
Wednesday November 30th, 2005 11:16:33 PM
Ban sits ready with one hand on his bow and the other on his component pouch, waiting to see what happens.

Thadius and Thalpius


DM Bob and Carla  d20+15=35
Thursday December 1st, 2005 12:17:59 AM
Brahmah sees only the two medium sized fey in the dawning morning, but none the less he takes precautions. Flat-Top and Toros quietly wake their sleeping companions. Gecktar and Ban move very carefully, lest they tip off the visitors.

Looking over the shoulder of his companion who has his back turned to the party, one of the fey creatures spots the party leader with a bead on him. Jumping up he yells out in common, "Thadius! They mean to kill us!" His companion joins him, turning 'round to face the party. "Please don't eat us," he says, wringing his hands nervously.


Brahmah 
Thursday December 1st, 2005 4:07:18 AM
Brahmah puts away his bow and approaches the fey. "I will not kill or eat, you have my word and my Honor."

The minotaur moves slowly, hands off his weapons.

Brahmah isn't sure if they are true satyrs or not, but he figures diplomacy might be best. How would he talk with these friends of nature.
"We are not from around here. We are trying to get to The Culverwood..." He looks at Zeoll for confirmation of this fact. "... can you show us deep into the wood?"

Brahmah  d20-2=5
Thursday December 1st, 2005 4:08:21 AM
(Diplomacy 5! Pththththth! :P) Help?!

toros 
Thursday December 1st, 2005 5:29:52 AM
toros watches reactions of the fey creature with great curiosity, not necessarily making himself be seen by them.

ooc: within a couple of hours i will start a long journey, which means i may not be able to post until sunday. see you then

Zeoll  d20+20=37
Thursday December 1st, 2005 6:23:32 AM

Zeoll is slow to wake (oops! missed a post! sorry).

But when he is alert, he hears the Captain's words and understands that Brahmah sees an opportunity to save a lot of time. If these creatures can act as guides, then the Chosen won't need to go to the Crescent Valley at all.

Zeoll slowly stands and calls out to the two creatures, "Hello! Don't be afrraid! We don't eat people. We don't mean to kill anybody. We arre just rready to prrotect ourrselves, herre in this land of giantkin."

"We arre trravelerrs seeking guides thrrough the Culverrwood, as ourr Captain herre has said. We arre looking forr one orr two good-hearrted people who can brring us safely thrrough the grreat forrest."

Zeoll sees that these creatures seem half human and half goat, and that jogs his memory. "Do you rrememberr, Flat-top, when we met a crreaturre much like this, on Centaurr Isle, who was too fond of wine? His name was Sarrgoasso." It seems clear to Zeoll that these fey creatures are Satyrs and not Gnoats. (I'll assume the DMs' use of the word "fey" several times means that the distinction is obvious to us?)

"You and I alone of the Chosen rrememberr those days."

Turning back to the fey, Zeoll says, "I do not know if we have any wine, but we can pay with coin and song if you would consent to escorrt us thrrough the magical woods. Can you help us?"

[OOC: Diplomacy check 37]

Flat-top 
Thursday December 1st, 2005 7:57:51 AM
Flat-top stand there Smiling at the Satyrs, to Zeoll he whispers to him,"Yes! I remember! that one drank all my wine! Speaking of wine I happen to take two wine skins full with me before we left our Island. For an emergency of course!"

"Ofcourse we don't eat people, I'm a Center and Brhmah here is and his friends there are Minotaurs, we are Vegies we don't eat meat. BUT Zoell Here and his frinds over there Toros and Ban are Liontaurs, They eat meat.

If you are little nervues, I have here a little bit of wine from Centaur vinards. Would you want some??" Flat-top asks.

OOC: See Cayzle I told you Flat-top was a dumb Fighter, He now puts himself up to be trample on.

DM Bob and Carla 
Friday December 2nd, 2005 12:52:51 AM
The two satyrs cower together when the dominating black furred leader of the party speaks to them. But when he mentions the Culverwood and asks it they would venture that way, and Zeoll asks if they would act as 'guides', the two fellows look at each other and then back at Brahmah their eyes sparkling.

When Zeoll speaks of gold, and song, and then Flat-Top makes an offer of wine, the satyr's faces split with grins that spread from ear to ear. "We can show you the Culverwood" volunteers the one who seems a little older, by virtue of a small goatee, "but where, exactly, do you wish to go?" That one drops a small log of dead wood on the fire while the younger of the two closes in on Brahmah, and in a conspiratorial voice, whispers hopefully, "hey, dad, there aren't any women with you, are there?"

The pale morning light sparkles on the river and starts to take the chill off the air. Birds sing a chorus in the trees on the other side of the water.



Brahmah 
Friday December 2nd, 2005 2:17:13 AM
Brahmah eases his posture and smiles. "Sorry, all of our females abandoned us." He frowns, remembering Rill, the beautiful magic user.

"As for destination, I can never remember where we're going. Zeoll?" He smiles.

Ban Maeve 
Friday December 2nd, 2005 2:31:08 AM
Sensing the trouble is past, Ban relaxes his grip on the bow and eases back into his catnap after just a few minutes (assuming no trouble is going to be had here).

Flat-top 
Friday December 2nd, 2005 6:10:34 AM
"Yeah! We had a beautiful Fillie, traveling with us. But when we earned a little bit of treasure and split it nine ways. She went Shopping." Said Flat-top, here he pours some wine for the Satyrs, "Now I ask you! Why woutd a Centaur need Four Sets of Shoes? We only have four hooves?"

Flat-op offers some wine to the rest of his gang, "Any body else wants some wine? this is the last skin on hand."

Gecktar 
Friday December 2nd, 2005 4:26:01 PM
Gecktar relaxes when he sees than his fellows have a firm grip on the sitution.

"If I remember well, we're seeking the many eyed... In his deep cavern..."

"Does t means something to you ?" asks Gecktar.

Then he realises immediatly than saying 'could you guide us to your death' would have meant the same...

Zeoll 
Friday December 2nd, 2005 9:05:33 PM
"Yes, as my frriend Gecktarr says, we seek a something with many eyes that lives underrground in the forrest of monsterrs. What do you think?"

Zeoll thanks Flat-top for the wine and sits to enjoy the vintage.

"By the way," the liontaur says to the fey, "my name is Zeoll. What arre your names? And you won't turrn into a giant flying purrple thing if you drrink ourr wine, now, will you?"

The wemic is smiling but is curious about that.

Flat-top 
Saturday December 3rd, 2005 6:05:11 AM
Flat-top pours wine for Zeoll and GeCktar, reminding him. "Remember a week or so ago, my friend? I bought you a taur size mirror? I bought one for every taur here, that for the many Eyes of the enermy! I have a feeling that it will come in handy."
"Not to change the subject, but what do you think of these Satyrs? We did not dream about them! So they are not Chosen! I wonder if they are any good in playing the Pan Pipes? What do you think?" ask Flat-top.

Ban Maeve  d20=10
Saturday December 3rd, 2005 1:25:35 PM
Ban still lies where he is, listening. something just doesn't seem right and it's keeping him awake. how could these satyrs be 30' away and not notice a large group of taurs? and how could a large group of taurs not notice creatures 30 away? something isn't adding up here, and it makes him very suspicious. He keeps his hand by his bow just in case there's trouble and he turns his head around looking for other creatures.

OOC: rolled an unmodified 10 for spot (my computer died yesterday and i currently have no access to Ban's character sheet, thus no modifier. i hope to take care of it soon, though my posting may be slightly affected).

Toros 
Sunday December 4th, 2005 5:01:48 PM
Toros gives a big smile to the chosen's new accompanies, showing all his sharp yellow teeth.

DM Bob & Carla 
Sunday December 4th, 2005 9:45:51 PM
"My name is Thadius," says the satyr with the little goatee, as open hand on furred chest he inclines his head. Looking up, he continues, "and this is my brother, Thalpius. And, no. We do not turn purple!" Thalpius smiles and accepting Flat-Top's wineskin from Zeoll, takes a little swig. "Too bad about the females," he says. Thadius continues, "we have witnessed many changes in nature since the return of Ebyron," he touches his over-large curly horns and his eyes get a far away look. Flat-Top and Zeoll notice the features that make them satyrs are too-large and out of proportion. Their hooves and goat legs are almost twice the normal size, and the horns on the sides of their heads would be hunter trophies if they were found on wild sheep.

Thadius' eyes clear, and he looks at Brahmah, Gektar, the grinning Toros and the dozing Ban Maeve, "yes...many changes in nature. When we saw you make camp last night, we thought you might be some new creature. You look like kin." Thalpius passes the wineskin to his brother, and picks up the tale, "we saw no fire, so we thought we might make one for you, in order to cook breakfast. A surprise in the morning!" Thadius passes the skin to Brahmah, adding "then you scared us!"

Moving closer to the fire Thadius answers some of the questions, "there are many caves in the Culverwood, and lots of monsters and other interesting creatures too. Dunno' about a creature with many eyes though. What about you, Thalpius?" Crouching and poking at the buring wood, the satyr says, "we can tell you some things about the forest over breakfast, but you might have to talk to the Greenmage or someone else about this many-eyed creature.

Ban doesn't see anything that would cause him or the party to be concerned, but he does notice (Spot=23) the sun glinting off some rapidly moving rainbow hued fishes in the calm water beyond the beach.


Flat-top 
Monday December 5th, 2005 8:09:35 AM
Flat-top answers the Question about greenwitch, "We use to have one with us, Hmmm! I forgoten her name now, But she ran away with that Centaur who was always in a library reading scrolls. I miss her?? No I don't She alway was saying 'don't hurt that tree!! and don't step on the grass you might kill it!!, and Don't start a fire with green wood,just dead wood!! But some times I miss her, she was a good dancer."

Brahmah 
Monday December 5th, 2005 9:57:25 AM
The ranger looks at the fey seriously. "I stopped eating your kind long ago."

He approaches the fey's fire and sit down and smiles. "We appreciate your help."

The thought about the Greenmage reminds Brahmah of Kanchana, who left just weeks ago.
However the 'many eyed creature' bothers him. Sounds like a beholder or something. He thinks to himself.

Zeoll 
Monday December 5th, 2005 11:21:43 AM

Given the fauns' preoccupation with the fairer sex, and the obvious growth out of proportion of certain parts of their anatomy, Zeoll cannot help but wonder about the extent to which these developments have affected the fey creatures' ... uh ... concupiscence. But the smiling liontaur looks the satyrs in the eyes (and no lower) and puts aside his curiousity in favor of diplomacy.

"Thadius, Thalpius, it is a grreat pleasurre to meet you." When the fey mentions that the Chosen look like kin, Zeoll's eyes light up. "It has been a theory of mine that there are more taurrs kin to us than just the minotaurs, centaurrs, and liontaurrs. We rrecently met a perrson who looked like a cousin of yours -- he said he was a gnoat ... a kind of goat-taurr. His name was Masterr Grrith." Zeoll wonders if the name will ring a bell.

And when the satyr mentions asking a greenmage for advice, Zeoll cannot help but feel a little sad. "I bet Kanchana would have loved to see this forrest," he murmurs.

To the fauns he says, "As I am a drruid myself, I would be pleased to meet this grreenmage of whom you speak. We would apprreciate his orr herr advice."

"Should we settle the deal of how much we will offerr you forr guiding us? Maybe a gold piece a day each, with a sharre in ourr food and prrotection, such as we can offerr, frrom the dangerrs we might meet? And a prromise that you will not leave us until we arre once again out of the wood?""

Gecktar 
Monday December 5th, 2005 11:50:17 AM
"And I would appreciates your breakfast if it's still time..." adds Gecktar to the two fauns.

"What do I have to eat here..." he says looking in his bag in search of something to prepare for the group.

Ban Maeve  d20+6=12
Monday December 5th, 2005 6:11:48 PM
Ban, sensing no danger and seeing fish, decides that he will try to provide some breakfast for the group. He rises and quickly moves to the river's edge, then pounces towards the fish, fearless of the water.

OOC: rolled 12 for a survival check.
also, thanks to yahoo i discovered that i had a copy of my CS in the sent folder from just a few days ago. it is good that not all was lost....

DM Bob and Carla 
Tuesday December 6th, 2005 12:06:12 AM
Ban Maeve studies the fishes and soon is able to catch enough for himself and Zeoll before the fishes move to another part of the pool away from the wemic's sharp claws. Gecktar volunteers to help with breakfast and checks his pack for rations. The finely tanned leather of the pack holds far more than its modest size would lead one to believe, but it doesn't contain any provisions. (OOC: no trail rations listed on your CS!)

Thadius looks askance at Brahmah when he makes his little joke, "you folks vegetarians then?" he questions making a little face as he fishes around in a bag that hangs over his shoulder by a long strap. The satyr pulls out some apples and nuts, and a bag of some ground mixed grains. Thalpius rummages around the camp and asks for a pot or cauldron. Shaking his head he returns to Thadius with Flat-Top's large metal shield. The smell of crispy cooked fish wafts through the air as the satyr shows the minotaur cleric how to mix the grains with a little water to make a dough which he winds around a stick in a curlicue. "Hold this over the fire to bake. It will make a kind of bread."

While the Chosen of Domi hold their sticks of baking bread over the fire, the satyrs' tell them about the Culverwood ignoring Zeoll's attempt to strike a deal. They explain how without a good guide, someone who knows the forest, its shifting paths, and its monsters, a party could get lost. How the wood tends to capture travelers by magically altering the landscape to appear that it goes on forever. How the forest seems to be sentient, and looks with disfavour on those who light large fires, harm live wood, pick plants, dig any holes, or injure any of the creatures found in the forest. "Especially hedgehogs!" announces Thalpius, and Thadius starts to laugh, reaching out for Flat-Top's wine skin.


Toros 
Tuesday December 6th, 2005 5:25:02 AM
Toros is really enjoying the wine, food, talk and the folk, wondering what will be waiting for the Chosen next. However, one thing for sure, these feys know how to have fun!!

Gecktar 
Tuesday December 6th, 2005 11:37:51 AM
Gecktar look a bit disapointed when he sees that he has nothing to eat. He forgot to replenish his bag one more time.

But the two satyrs seems to be well equiped. And he enjoy this flavorful breakfast.

He listen attentively to what say the two Satyrs. "What about you" he says "Do you know this forest well enough to guide us without to many risks ?"

Brahmah 
Tuesday December 6th, 2005 12:08:27 PM
Brahmah listens intently.

Hearing Gecktar's question, the leader says, "Beggers can't be chosers Gecktar. We haven't met anyone else here, have we?" He smiles.

Flat-top 
Tuesday December 6th, 2005 2:07:20 PM
Flat-top is fasenated with the bread like glob on the stick, "Hmm! This is smeling good!" he said with a smile.
Then his head snap up, "Did you see that? I think some one is following us? It was just a flash, but ti was over there!" Flat-top points to the back way they came from.

Zeoll  d20+13=28
Tuesday December 6th, 2005 6:54:31 PM

Zeoll thanks Ban for the fish. "Mmmm. Delicious!" He is also glad to have the food, and eats the bread gladly.

He wonders why the satyrs have ignored his offer of a deal. He tries one more time. "New frriends, you arre exactly rright! We do need good guides. Guides who will keep us frrom harrm and bring us out of the forrest afterr we have enterred."

"Are you offerring to be the guides we need?" The liontaur takes out his drums and sings:
Two fauns we met forr brreakfast once
And overr fish and brread,
We learrned and laughed and drrank theirr health
And this is what they said:
"Come follow us but do bewarre"
"Of hedgehogs in yourr bed!"

The liontaur's song continues in a whimsical vein for a few more stanzas. [Perform check 28]

DM Bob and Carla 
Wednesday December 7th, 2005 12:17:40 AM
"Beggars can't be choosers!" squeals Thadius repeating Brahmah's observation to Gecktar. The satyr's outburst is interrupted by the diplomatic Zeoll's music and song. Thalpius does not hesitate, and pulls out a musical instrument composed of several hollow reeds of graduated size tied together in descending order. With a wink at Toro's, he begins to play (all, Will save vs DC 14 or be Charmed and feel compelled to dance!) and when Zeoll's rhyme is done it is followed by one from the satyr.

When therrre's folks like you in the forrrest,
They're usually from away.
'tis mostly folks like us who rrrest,
In the kingdom of the fae!

Reverse psychology from a cow,
Sweet flatterrry from a lion.
Your guides we agree to be, for now,
Our prrrice ? Five barrels of wine!


The singing satyr rolls his r's in an exaggerated fashion to mimic the wemic's accent.

The nervous centaur thinks he sees something on the path that lead to the river, but further inspection by Flat-top reveals no interloper unless you count a couple of conies in the grass.





Toros  d20+10=30
Wednesday December 7th, 2005 2:04:41 AM
Even if he is not affected by the charming spell (natural 20, d20=30>14) Toros is already affected from the charm of the night and does not miss the opportunity to dance!!

Gecktar  d20+7=16
Wednesday December 7th, 2005 3:38:27 AM
Gecktar seems not affected by the charm but seeing Toros standing up and dancing, he thinks 'why not, such encounter are not so frequent'.

On his turn he stands up and begin to dance with Toros. Everyone in the assembly rapidly sees that he has really no skill in it. But he tries...

"Come on Chosen, let the music play and take some time to dance among the trees of culverwood."

He begins a whirlwind dance and finish rolling on the floor, after a root trip him, laughing to death...


Zeoll  d20+9=26 d20+13=24 d20+5=21
Wednesday December 7th, 2005 6:34:33 AM

Zeol is unaffected by the compelling dance music, and he immediately begins to tap his drum and sing, with an amused scolding tone in his voice:
Now Thadius and Thalpius,
Yourr song is cute and sweet.
But it is not polite to trry
To charrm ourr dancing feet.
We dance forr love of dance, my frriends!
No need forr you to cheat!

Although he does not feel compelled to, Zeoll stands and bows gracefully as he sings his countersong, and performs a few steps of a slow dance. [OOC: Untrained Perform(Dance) check is a 21. Bardic music countersong ability -- everyone can use Zeoll's perform check instead of their own save. And his perform check is a 24, so in essence, no one is forced to dance, although they may if they wish!]

When the dance is over, Zeoll says to his fellow Chosen, "Well, frriends, shall we take these rrude fellows to guide us thrrough the wood? They arre prranksterrs, we see, but harrmless enough, I deem. If they will swearr to guide us faithfully, leading us as safely as they can, and brringing us out of the Woods again, then I forr one would swearr to pay them theirr prrice and prrotect them while they arre with us as if they werre ourr brrotherrs."

Zeoll makes this speech in common, not in Taur, because he wants the satyrs to hear it.

Flat-top  d20+5=13
Wednesday December 7th, 2005 7:05:56 AM
Flat-top mind is takes away from the idea that something is following them, when he hears the music from the pipes, His hoooves start to taps to the rhytem.
When Toros and Gecktar dances together, then fall on his rump. Flat-top (now charmed! it does not take much, he loves to dance??) Flat-top goes to Toros and Zeoll, Starts to snaps his fingers, as he goes into a cha cha dance, "Oh! What beautiful music, you two keep up the music and I'll throw in another barrel when we get HOME!"

OOC: Home, that Flat-top is refering to is on Taur Island!

Brahmah  d20+6=23
Wednesday December 7th, 2005 11:06:54 AM
(Will save 23)

Looking at the others dancing, he's happy NOT to join in, as his talent isn't par with the satyr's. He sits munching on rations. However, he keeps an eye for spies.
'I know the pixies are here too.' He thinks to himself, peering into the dim light trying to see the invisible fey that are near. 'Devlish lil' blighters.' He tightens his coin purse, and hides all of his small gear in his pack so that it won't be stolen. Then he lays back on it like a pillow and looks at the sky dreaming of the Isles.

DM Bob and Carla 
Wednesday December 7th, 2005 11:00:32 PM
Unperturbed by the satyr's magic Toros and Gecktar abandon themselves to the dance.
Manes fly. Beads and totem bags bounce and swing, as minotaur and wemic twist and shout. Soon they are joined by an excited Flat-Top while Zeoll chooses a more sedate form of self expression. Brahmah, unable to completely let down his guard, watches, his head resting on his pack.

Zeoll asks the satyr's for a commitment to lead the party safely through the Culverwood. "By Grynntym's staff, you press us hard, you do!" cries Thadius. "We will! We will!" promises Thalpius. Turning to Flat-Top he continues, "but six barrels of wine it is, and the very same that you have in your skin. I have never had so good as that before!" Taking up his pipes he prances towards a narrow part of the river that separates the Red Hills from the forest of the Culverwood. Thadius kicks sand over the dying embers of the small campfire, and beckons to the recumbent minotaur that it is time to go. As he skips after his brother, he sings,

Tell all the Truth but tell it slant-
Success in Circuit lies
Too bright for our infirm Delight
The Truth's superb surprise


Thalpius skips and jumps over the boulders and waits for the party on the other side of the river, while Thadius bows low, and sweeps his arm over the river, inviting the party to do the same. The early morning sun glints off the water as it empties from the little pool and bubbles over rocks and through boulders, making its way southward. The green coolness of the forest beckons.

(All Balance check vs DC 10 to move from rock surface to rock surface and make it across the narrow bit of river. Failure means you fall into the water! It is shallow, so you will only get wet and take damage to your pride!)



Gecktar 
Thursday December 8th, 2005 3:37:49 AM
After this refreshing moment, Gecktar gather his gear and when ready follows the two Satyrs.
Supporting the weight of his armor and shield he knows he has no chance to cross the river while staying dry so he consciouly cross the river where it seems the less deep walking in the water.

(OOC don't even try to get 10 with -4 to the roll...)

Flat-top  d20+3=12
Thursday December 8th, 2005 8:42:13 AM
Flat-top yells at Gecktar, "Hey! Cleric! Are you a Chickentaur?" With the brahveau of two centaur.
Flat-top starts accross the stream hoping from one rock to another. Until he hops on a water covered rock, slips on it and into the water he goes but he lands on his hooves.
"There I made it!" he tell the others on the other side of the stream.

Ban Maeve  d20+4=22 d20+1=13
Thursday December 8th, 2005 10:08:56 AM

(previously in Ban's world: Will save 22. Seeing that Zeoll also has a drum,Ban pulls out his frame drum and pounds a solid acompaning beat. Though he doesn't dance he does sway rhythmically with the music.)

Balance=13

At some point when the satyrs are on a separate side of the stream from Ban, he leans over to one of his taur companions, "where are we to get 5 barrels of wine out here in the woods?"

Brahmah 
Thursday December 8th, 2005 10:59:20 AM
Brahmah follows closely behind the satyr's, trudging through the water, almost unaware of the water. "It'll be nice to be in serious forest again. I've gotten tired of cities."

Zeoll  d20=20
Thursday December 8th, 2005 6:00:33 PM
Zeoll's intention was to seal the deal with the satyrs with mutual oaths ... since he does not really trust the fey. But the one hopped over the ford, and his fellow Chosen have passed over as well, and Zeoll wonders about the futility of trying to extract formal vows from the fauns under the circumstances.

But they have seemed to promise, and Zeoll supposes that will have to do. With a sigh, he helps break camp. He thanks Ban for his help with the music, and apologizes for not knowing more about the newest Chosen's capabilities. "I am a barrd and a drruid," he tells Ban, not remembering if he said that before. "And I hope one day to seek enlightenment as a seerr. Rremind me, my frriend, wherre yourr talents lie."

When asked about the promised wine, Zeoll answers, "With luck we may visit the Catacombs Magic Shop, eitherr in a town orr a city orr maybe in ourr drreams. It is possible that the staff therre might arrrange a deliverry even to a wild place like this. Orr failing that, we will simply have to go get it in ourr homeland and then rreturrn to deliverr it herre."

Then Zeoll tries his luck with the ford. Ha! Zeoll's natural 20 has him practically skipping over the ford ... which surprises the often-less-than-graceful liontaur!



Toros  d20+2=14
Thursday December 8th, 2005 7:42:40 PM
Knowing that the Chosen could be a moving target Toros is cautious. On the river bank, he looks for triangles of stones so that he can balance his feet good enough to pass across the river (balance 14). On the other side, he releases his bardic magical energy as much as necessary to dry Gecktar's and others' clothes and equipment (cast prestidigitation(s)).

DM Bob and Carla 
Thursday December 8th, 2005 11:02:18 PM
Ignoring the dry rocks across the stream, Gecktar wades right in. The cold current tugs at his fetlocks and soon he can barely feel his legs below his knees. Flat-Top dances nimbly across the path, making a showy splash when he gains the other side and good naturedly taunting his minotaur friend. Ban Maeve wonders how the party will make good their promise to the satyr's while Zeoll worries about whether the satyr's will make good on theirs!

The party leader chooses the same route as Gecktar. Brahmah soon realizes that if the water were deeper and the current swifter, the party could very well perish. The bone numbing cold would make it impossible to survive for more than a few minutes. A cautious Toros brings up in the rear, and thoughtfully tends to the wetter members of the party.

Thadius and Thalpius lead the party away from the river and the valley floor, climbing until the burbling of the flowing water can no longer be heard. After an hours struggle to get through the medium density undergrowth lower in the valley, the party discovers what appears to be a well trod game trail. Thadius is first, followed by Thalpius.

Although the party must walk in single file down the game trail, Thadius frequently calls over his shoulder and points out interesting plants and trees. There are several species of trees, and the satyr explains that some of the trees, called conifers, never loose their leaves, which are thin and green, like needles. He stops in front of another. Its needles are much shorter, and soft to the touch. It is a graceful tree, pyramidal and slender. The satyr explains that this tree, a Larch is an exception and will shed it's 'leaves' when the cold season comes.

(OOC: Please post marching order!)


Toros 
Friday December 9th, 2005 3:17:31 AM
Walking at the rear and checking his gear the Toros follows his non-taur "tour" guides. He seems to be more like in an inner voyage though, following the paths his thoughts choose...

waoww, if Kanchana would be here I am sure she would be very much impressed with all these plants and stuff... and I wish Leets would be here and detect whether there is evil or not at will... Domi knows what will happen next...

Brahmah 
Friday December 9th, 2005 3:46:43 AM
Memorizing the trees and paths, stones and hills, the minotaur makes sure to note all major landmarks.
He notes the tallest trees and largest rocks.

Gecktar 
Friday December 9th, 2005 4:59:20 AM
Gecktar soon regret crossing the river as the cold water numbed his legs and he is shivering from the cold. He looks at Flat-top and answer "No chicken just uncumbered clumsy Taur !" he adds seriously.

When Toros dry him with his spell he says "Thanks my friend I would sure have catched some illness with this cold !"

Gecktar Follow the Satyr learning from their science of nature.

Flat-top 
Friday December 9th, 2005 8:03:40 AM
Flat-top tells Gecktar, "I'm soory for teasing you, if I knew that you were freezing I would have carried you out of the water. If your still cold I'll lend you my cloak of Comfort?"

Then Flat-top will bring up the rear to protect the magic users.

Ban Maeve  d20+6=24
Friday December 9th, 2005 1:25:17 PM
Ban answers Zeoll, "I understand the working of some magic and also have some skills in the wild, similar to Brahmah but not nearly as developed. My magic is mostly for aiding in combat though I do hope to start learning more diverse spells."
Ban will journey somewhere near the back of the group with his bow not far from his hands. He listens intently to he discussion about larches and also keeps his eyes opened for any food he can harvest to help substitute the Chosen's empty larders. (Survival check 24)

Zeoll  d20+9=18
Friday December 9th, 2005 8:01:52 PM
Zeoll sticks to the middle of the group and keeps alert.

spot 18.

DM Bob & Carla 
Sunday December 11th, 2005 11:29:45 PM
Thadius continues his narrative, as the party moves through a changing forest. There is the occasional ancient deciduous tree amongst the younger conifers. These majestic specimens have great branches that reach into the sky with enormous spreading canopies that block out the light. The earth smells pungent and earthy, rich with decaying organic matter. Close behind the satyr, Gecktar listens in wrapt attention, while Brahmah takes note of any landmarks, with Zeoll right behind him keeping a eye on the route. The wemic notices that after what seems like many hours the trail widens enough so that two can walk abreast.

It is hard to tell the time since the sun is hidden by the tree tops, but the rumbling of stomachs denotes the middle of the day. Foraging successfully, Ban Maeve has collected a clutch of eggs from an abandoned nest as well as a large collection of edible mushrooms. There is a bit of smell to the eggs, but with a little care, they may cook up okay.

With eyes and ears open, those who follow in the rear, Flat-Top and Toros pick up nothing that is unusual for this forest.

When the party breaks for a bite to eat, Thadius and Thalpius move a little way from the party and have an animated, conversation in loud whispers. (Listen DC 15 Highlight to display spoiler: {"...old Luther at the crossing... know about this cave...the many eye...find Grynntym...you and me...a promise is a promise...save time...nightfall..."}

Gecktar  d20+3=15
Monday December 12th, 2005 4:48:11 AM
During the trip Gecktar comes near Flat-top "Hum, I answered you a bit angrily during the cross of the river, I'm sorry but it was very cold you now and I am so clumsy... I would have appreciated to cross the river on your back. Hopefully Toros had some cantrip to dry me, else I would have cought some illnes"

...

Gecktar savour the omelet with mushrooms, when his ear is attracted by the sounds of the two satyrs. He hears some words of his conversation and this makes him more careful about their guides.



Flat-top  d20+6=12
Monday December 12th, 2005 6:18:35 AM
Flat-top is taken back a little, but will reasue Gecktar "You don't have to say that your sorry! Friend Gecktar! You see some time we centers a very serious, but we also have our humur. You did look funny sitting there. . . Shhhhuuussh! listen! Is that our guides?? Are they plotting?? If tthey are they are not getting a drop of purple wine!"
Flat-top eats another helping of lunch.

Brahmah  d20+10=28
Monday December 12th, 2005 11:08:55 AM
(Listen 28)

The minotaur listens and smirks at the conversation.
Subtlety has never been a strong point. "One might say it sounds like thier plotting... wouldn't you say Flat-top?" He stops and grins widely. "Conspiracy I think."

Toros  d20+9=11
Monday December 12th, 2005 12:58:40 PM
The liontaur seems to be enjoying so much with his inner voyage that he does not hear much about what is going outside (listen, 11)

DM Bob & Carla 
Monday December 12th, 2005 10:31:42 PM
Some of the party overhear the satyrs and suspect the fey of plotting something. Nonetheless, no one confronts Thadius or Thalpius and no one makes any accusations. It isn't long, however, before the two brothers come forward and, looking a little sheepish, make their confession.

"We don't know where to find this cave you seek, exactly," volunteers Thadius. "The one with the many-eyed monster!" adds Thalpius. Thadius continues, "if anyone were to know, it would be the Greenmage. Another who might know something would be the half-elf, old Luther over at Pullman's Crossing. Most folks passing through the forest spend a night or two at the roadhouse. Luther usually knows if there's something going to happen."

"You could make it to the crossing by nightfall if you follow this path," suggests Thalpius. "And we could go looking for Grynntym," adds Thadius. "But a promise is a promise," continues Thalpius, "and we said we would show you through the woods. We do know about the Culverwood and we could get you through to the other side and Shadow Mountain, or north to Cinnamon Valley, or even south to the Emerald Kingdom , but if it is just some cave..."

"You could go to Pullman's Crossing," repeats Thalpius, "and we could try to find the Greenmage and meet you there in a day of so!" concludes Thadius brightly.

Zeoll 
Monday December 12th, 2005 11:41:25 PM

[OOC: Sorry for missed post. So busy with sick child and work woes.]

Zeoll hasn't been paying attention, but when the satyrs speak, he nods. "No need to apologize, frriends. I know that you do not know wherre we want to go. I thought you told us that alrready. You said that you would take us to the Grreenmage, and that is a good starrt. Let's go see yourr frriend. I would rratherr visit a prriest of naturre in this wnderrful forrest than wait at a human inn."

Gecktar 
Tuesday December 13th, 2005 4:20:43 AM
"Yes this is a great deal in fact. Captain what do you think about their proposal, it seems attractive no ?"

Flat-top 
Tuesday December 13th, 2005 7:04:22 AM
Flat-top listens to what the two SYTARS have to say, the centaur turnes to Brahmah, "Yes! Captain! What do you think? After all there's five barrals of purple wine on the line!"
Flat-top Stands there with arms crossed on his chest.

Brahmah 
Tuesday December 13th, 2005 10:56:56 AM
(OOC: I seem to think Brahmah and Flat-top are accusing the satyrs of conspiracy, but if the DM's don't think so, thats fine too. ;))

Brahmah shakes his head at Flat-top.

He agrees with Zeoll. "Yes, the inn sounds like a bad idea. Perhaps we should just continue past it? Maybe we can sleep before reaching the inn and then stop at the inn for unch and move on into the night." He suggests, completely intending to change the satyr's itenerary to the Chosen's needs.

(OOC: Since the satyr's were in a 'heated discussion' they likely didn't pick up on the taurs' conversation :-) -DM Carla

Zeoll 
Tuesday December 13th, 2005 7:27:03 PM

The liontaur agrees with Brahmah. He is not eager to return to a place of roofs and walls and fireplaces. The druid in him has been glad to visit this magical forest.

"Come, frriends," Zeoll says to his comrades and to the satyrs, "let us go to visit the Grreenmage. I am surre that he will be able to help us -- maybe he can ask the Forrest about ourr destination."

"The inn can await anotherr time, perrhaps."

DM Bob & Carla 
Tuesday December 13th, 2005 11:24:29 PM
"Luther is a half-elf, and Pullman's Crossing is a good place to pass a comfortable night and to provision," announces Thadius matter of factly, adding "if there are folks from outside traveling through the Culverwood they generally cross the Peaseblossum on Luther's ferry. If there is any news or gossip, Luther would know."

"But..." blurts Thalpius. Thadius silences him with a look, then countinues " I do not know when we will find the Greenmage. When last we quit Grynntym, he was off to Cinnamon Valley and the Pitchfork Council at Jarlwolf. We shall head west, staying north of the Peaseblossum." Thadius removes a thick grey cloak from his bag, and wraps it about his shoulders. It falls to his knees. Thalpius does likewise.

"I trust you have warm clothes, gear for camping, and food? " the satyr with a goatee adds as he turns his back on the party and leads the way down the forest path. Thalpius waits for most of the party to strike off after his brother, before tucking in beside Flat-Top. The satyr nudges the young centaur and says (Flat-Top Highlight to display spoiler: { " Luther has a pretty daughter with yellow hair, and she makes the best raisin scones!" }.) Ban Maeve who is before Flat-Top and Toros who is after Listen DC 15 to overhear what Thalpius says to the centaur.

Though the conifers are green, the leaves that still cling to the deciduous trees are brown and gold, giving the filtered light a surreal quality. Knowledge Nature Check DC 10 Highlight to display spoiler: { the thinning canopy above and the great quantity of dead leaves that make up the top layer of the forest floor signifies the ending of a season and a division of the year. This division appears to be more marked than those of the temperate Taur Isles."}

Gecktar  d20+2=12
Wednesday December 14th, 2005 3:56:41 AM
Gecktar sees the chance to sleep in a comfortable bed going away. He is not a outdoors Taur. He prefers the comfortable temperature of churches and the dim lights of candles.

But he has to follow the group. If their captain decide to not stay in the inn he can trust him. He always had good intuitions and much more experience.

"I was enjoying the softness of a good cosy bed... Well seems to be for the next time."

"But if we could buy some stuff for the coming winter and the cold. So I would keep my spells for something else"

Flat-top 
Wednesday December 14th, 2005 7:51:38 AM
Flat-top goes into his saddle, taking out his cloak and throws it over his shoulders. As he does so He see that Gectar does not have a cloak. Flat-top now goes under his shield and takes off the blanket. "Here Gectar put this blanket around your shoulders, it's the blanket I use for when the children rides me."

As Satyr approches his, telling Flat-top about Luther's Daughter and her raisen scones."
Flat-top eyes goes dreamy."Oh! I have not had any hot raisen scones since i went into the navy. . . Err! tell me is this female Human Or Taur??"

Toros 
Wednesday December 14th, 2005 1:55:56 PM
All these new names of place and people are already confusing for Toros that he gives up all the listening and decision-making to others. What he would need for the night is a good meal and drink. Sleep is a natural consequence of them.

DM Bob and Carla 
Wednesday December 14th, 2005 11:04:31 PM
One satyr leads the way while the other stays near the back of the pack with Flat-top. Gecktar has a moment of regret that the party will not tarry at the roadhouse. Toros places his trust with the party's leadership. It is a quiet hike with most of the taurs keeping their thoughts to themselves. Thalpius confides in Flat-top informing him that Luther's scone-making daughter is a half-elf.

The westerly path continues wide and easy, but eventually the party arrives at a fork in the road. Thadius sets a northwesterly course. This new path is narrow and once again the party must walk single file. The tightness of the muscles of haunches and legs confirms the incline of the path.

Spot DC 12 Highlight to display spoiler: { to see through the trees to the south and notice the ground slopes steeply downward.} Listen DC 12 Highlight to display spoiler: { to hear the sound of swiftly flowing water on the southern side of the path.}


Zeoll  d20+3=13 d20+3=4 d20+9=22 d20+3=8
Thursday December 15th, 2005 12:04:05 AM
[OOC: Gosh Darn It! Missed a post! Sorry ... my baby, wife, and mom-in-law are all sick, plus crazy busy at work.]

Zeoll is oblivious to the whispers (missed two checks). But his senses are keen (spot check 22) -- enough to sense the incline.

When the conversation turns to foul weather gear and supplies, Zeoll answers that he usually relies on his druid blessings to get through.

Zeoll is disappointed that the satyrs do not know how to find the Greenmage. "In light of that," he says, "we could stop at this inn afterr all. Maybe someone therre will know something.

Every morning, after prepping spells, he casts his Endure Elements and two goodberrries. In the evenings, if the spells are uncast, he looks for animals and casts Speak with Animals. Maybe an animal will know of a many-eyed monster that lives underground.

Druid spells chosen:
Level 0: Guidance, Light, Cure Minor Wounds x2
Level 1: Goodberry x2, Endure Elements
Level 2: Speak with Animals x2
(Note: Zeoll is using his second level slots to take Speak WIth Animals. If he needs those slots in a fight, he'll use them to Summon Nature's Allies. Otherwise he will cast the Speaks in the evenings, per above.

Gecktar  d20+3=21 d20+3=23
Thursday December 15th, 2005 3:06:27 AM
As Flat-top give him his blanket Gecktar says "Thank you friend, I will prepare spells to provide us some comfort during the trip. But I need a night of sleep for that."

He takes the blanket and put it on his shoulders. Even if he doesn't really need it it warm up his body and his heart.

Gecktar senses are awfully keen at this time and he realizes that they are leaving the valley.

Flat-top  d20+6=20 d20+7=9
Thursday December 15th, 2005 8:33:22 AM
Flat-top tell Geckar, "Your feeling the climb and the cold, See down below? We have cross the snow line. You are build for a warmer climet, my friend. Us centers don't like the colder temperture, But we can handle it for a little while! Now all I need is a fast growth of fur!
Now I wish we had stop at the Inn!" Flat-top mumbles to him self. He'll take another look down the vally because he thought he had seen sime thing move??.

Spot - 20
Listens - 9 (the thin air has him deaft)


Ban Maeve 
Thursday December 15th, 2005 11:41:16 AM
Ban has been fairly silent for some days now, it appears as though he has a lot on his mind.

OOC: sorry, i've been the one with a lot on my mind and even more on my plate.

Brahmah  d20+10=27 d20+10=19
Thursday December 15th, 2005 12:33:51 PM
Prepared Spells:
1) Pass without Trace, Speak with Animals
2) Speak with Plants

Tattoo: Unused today

As they move, Brahmah snacks on some rations. He decides to carry his bow in hand, just in case.

(Spot 27 and Listen 19)

He continues to pay attention to the terrain and paths, though he knows that the possiblity of finding his way back with the Chosen, without the satyrs, will be nearly impossible.

When the group settles for a break, Brahmah searchs in his bag for the strange egg he got a few months ago. He hands it to the 'lead' satyr. "My friends came upon these eggs a while back. Can you tell us what it is? Our examinations of it revealed nothing. We found it in what is called a 'fey circle'."

"By the way, shouldn't we travel in the river for awhile, in case something is following us?"

OOC: Here is the note I have on it... (Strange egg from the fey circle [March 26th, 2005]... thats pretty much it.)

Flat-top 
Thursday December 15th, 2005 7:42:07 PM
OOC: Flat-top Mother's E-mail address is momlap@sbcglobal.net.

Brahmah Farther wanted to know??

Ceil

DM Bob & Carla  d10=6 6d6(5+2+4+5+1+5)=22
Friday December 16th, 2005 4:01:27 AM
Using magic against the cooler temperature, Zeoll dismisses the need for warm clothes. Gecktar recognizes the magic used by the druid, but unable to invoke it right away, gratefully wraps himself in Flat-Top's blanket. While some re-think the idea of the inn, Brahmah dips into his rations. Locating the strange fey egg near the top of his pack, the leader of the party asks the satyrs if they recognize the item. Thadius takes the colourful trinket in his hand and studies it. "Yes! This is an early spring gift of the Fey King! Where did you get it?" Before the minotaur can answer, Thadius adds, "if you smash it, 4 glowing spheres will appear, like will-o'-whisps, and light your way for a little while.* Quite useful, and very pretty!"

Gecktar and Brahmah hear the rush of a river down below. The two minotaurs, along with Zeoll and Flat-Top notice the ground slopes steeply to the left of the trail. Trees cling precariously to the side of the hillside, and far the silver trail of swiftly flowing water. The taurs realize the ascending trail runs parallel with the river that carved the valley so many long years ago.

The path continues to narrow until the party reaches an open space where the path in front of them has been eroded. The ground sags away from the path on the left hand side of the trail, leaving a narrow ledge, and below a jumble of tumble-down trees. Beyond the ledge, which spans a 20ft width, the path continues through the forest, hugging the hillside. Balance Check DC 10 to cross the ledge. A successful check lets you move at half your speed along the surface, failure means you fall. Reflex Save DC 10 to grab hold of a bush or tree to stop your fall. DC 10 to climb back up to the ledge. If all checks failed, fall 60 ft and take 22 pts. dmg. )

Thadius and Thalpius skip across the ledge and wait for the party on the other side. The sun is well past its zenith and the shadows are growing long.

* Dancing Lights


Flat-top  d20+3=5 d20+6=25 d20+4=16
Friday December 16th, 2005 9:20:23 AM
Flat-top being the last to cross, as the edge is shaky, slips and stats to fall. BUT he grab a small tree (whitch brakes his fall, now starts to climb back up to the ledge, hoping to make it back up safely.

Balance - 5
Reflex - 25
Climb - 16

OOC to DM; You can stop whistling the Christmas Polka Now!

Gecktar  d20=17
Friday December 16th, 2005 10:49:06 AM
Gecktar face suddenly becomes white. One more acrobaties here but the danger is much more real than into the river.

"I can cross this wearing all my stuff. I have to undress my armor and put my shield in my bag."

Taking the time necessary to take off his armor he puts it into his bag then begin to cross the ledge. He takes his time and when on the other side he begin to put back his armor while the other are crossing.

"Does anyone has a rope so we could avoid falling down. I will ascertain the next crosser."


Brahmah  d20+2=21
Friday December 16th, 2005 3:14:12 PM
Prepared Spells:
1) Pass without Trace, Speak with Animals
2) Speak with Plants
Tattoo: Unused today

(Balance 21)

"Thanks for telling us about the eggs." He says to the satyrs after passing the ledge.

Toros  d20+2=17
Friday December 16th, 2005 3:30:19 PM
Toros quickly recalls the strange eggs the Chosen has collected from the fey circle and he is surprised to hear what the satyr has told about their special effect.

He is also surprised to see how agile he is to follow with ease the path that the party moves on (balance 17). He does his best to give a hand or rope to anyone in need.

Zeoll A-Dangle  d20=2 d20+4=23 d20+1=9
Friday December 16th, 2005 10:18:24 PM
Like a scaredy cat -- a clumsy scaredy cat -- Zeoll picks his way over the slope. Oh! He slipped! (Balance 2) But he catches himself! (Reflex 23)

With his claws dug in and his hands grasping at weeds, Zeoll tries to climb up, but cannot get a purchase. He continues to dangle, wondering if he will survive this one.

Ban Maeve  d20+1=20 d20+4=16 d20+8=17
Saturday December 17th, 2005 12:12:08 AM
While the others are beginning to cross, Ban ties a rope around Gecktar (use rope = 17), Come friend, he says as he starts to help him across. Ban is successfully making his way across (balance = 20) just as Zeoll begins to slip. Instantly, Ban reaches out his hand and grabs for Zeoll, trying to help him up (strength check = 16).

DM Bob and Carla  d10=6 6d6(5+2+5+6+3+2)=23
Sunday December 18th, 2005 10:37:31 PM
His armor safely stowed in his pack Gecktar inches across the narrow ledge holding one end of the rope tendered by Ban Maeve and joins the satyrs on the other side. The agile minotaur is followed in succession by Toros and Brahmah. Flat-top clops along, but before reaching the other side the edge gives way, and he begins to slide down the steep embankment. The centaur grabs hold of a small tree, and is able to heave himself back onto the path. Close behind, Zeoll can not escape the disintegrating ledge, and he too, loses his footing. The wemic digs his claws into the hillside, but is unable to secure the ledge.

(Climb Check DC 10 (or DC 5 if using a rope) to rejoin the others. If fail, Strength Check DC 10 or fall 60 ft. and take 23 dmg.)

Crossing last,Ban Maeve grabs his falling friend by the scruff of his neck and holding the loose skin firmly in the claws of one paw attempts a rescue.

(Strength Check DC 10 to pull Zeoll up onto the ledge.)

The sun is fast disappearing from the sky and the shadows grow deep. Those not involved in the rescue notice the smell of wood smoke hangs on the air.

(Spot DC 12 Highlight to display spoiler: { to see a flash of light, as if a door had opened and closed and the bulky shape of a large building down below. } Spot DC 18 Highlight to display spoiler: { to notice a barely distinguishable path veering through the trees down the embankment towards the building.}

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Strange white flakes, like bits of ash from a fire, begin to float down from the sky.

(OOC: We will be maintaining a regular schedule through the holiday season. If you will not be able to post, please let us know. If you would like to participate in some extra role-play over the holidays, there is usually a special event in the Giggling Ghost with a holiday theme.)


Flat-top  d20+6=17 d20+6=26
Monday December 19th, 2005 12:50:23 PM
OOC: Spot Check - 17 (Flash of Light) - Spot check - 26 (see a small path(what a waste of a natural twenty))

Flat-top wipes his brow, after the near fall, while doing so and wiping the sweat out of his eyes He sees a flash of light. "What's that? Dod any of you see that?? It seems to come from over there!" Flat-top pointd in the general direction. "There seem to be a building down there, LOOK! LOOK over there there's also a path that lead to the house! And it is starting to snow!! What else can go wrong??"

Again Flat-top will take the last spot in the line up.

Gecktar  d20+3=12 d20+3=7
Monday December 19th, 2005 1:00:56 PM
Gecktar also sees a glimpse of light.
"Maybe if you see a path leading to the building could we take it and have a good shelter during the night"

"I fear that outside we will freeze soon !"

(OOC first spot check 12 second 7)

Brahmah  d20-2=5 d20+6=22 d20+10=24 d20+10=17
Monday December 19th, 2005 4:11:15 PM
(Failed Climb 5, Succeeded Strength 22, Spot 24, Listen 17)

The ranger moves along, a little more cautious of his footing.

Zeoll (-23 hp)  d20+1=7
Monday December 19th, 2005 7:26:48 PM
Did a friend grab hold? Zeoll thought so at first, but is not sure! Distracted by the unfamiliar snowfall, he can't tell.

[OOC: If he gets hauled up, great! If not, then ...]

Zeoll looks for a rope -- what was it that made him think of that? Some stray thought that this would he half as hard with one? -- but he does not see one. So he just tries to climb again.

Suddenly sliding out of control, Zeoll finds himself using a slang word that usually only very young wemics utter -- "Wowsy!"

And that is followed by an "Ouch!" as he hits the ground hard. From below his friends now, Zeoll wonders how he will rejoin his friends.

[OOC: Can Zeoll take ten or twenty to climb back up?]

DM Bob and Carla 
Tuesday December 20th, 2005 12:21:52 AM
Thadius and Thalpius look back as the wemic scrabbles over the loose scree and slips, only to be caught at the last minute by Ban Maeve. Unfortunately Ban loses his grip and Zeoll tumbles down the slope slamming hard into a big rock jutting out 60 ft below. The tawny bard is obviously hurt.

Thalpius cries out and Thadius shakes his head at the clumsiness of their cousins. "I told you they would have difficulty" Thalpius blurts out, but Thadius hushes him. "Excuse Thalpius, he forgets that our hooves are made for rocky slopes and yours are not. Let us go down this trail and rescue your friend."

Thadius descends the narrow path leading down the embankment. It is quite steep, but the snow has not yet made it slippery. As he reaches the injured wemic he says, "That light further below and the smoke that fills your nostrils comes from Pullman's Crossing. There is food and drink and a warm fire waiting there. Let us find the greenmage and bring him to you. You will only slow us down, and perhaps get hurt in the process, if you come with us tonight. The Culverwood can be a dangerous and fickle place for those who were not born of it."

Gecktar  3d8(3+3+4)+5=15 2d8(2+2)+5=9
Tuesday December 20th, 2005 3:03:46 AM
(OOC Ooups Zeoll ! I was thinking that Ban had grabed you... Sorry)

When Gecktar turn to see Ban and Zeoll, he sees his friend falling in the enbankment. "ZEOOOLLL !" he cries trying to help Ban to rescue him. But too late. Gecktar follows the two satyrs to reach Zeoll and as soon as he arrives while seeing he is still alive, says "Hey friend, How do you feel ? Any broken bones ? Wait a few seconds..."

Gecktar concentrates and unleash the power of Domi restoring some health to the poor Zeoll
(15 + 9 hp)

Gecktar looks at his captain. "I think we could stop here at the Pullman's Crossing, and take some rest. We will discuss of the opportunity to continue our search or wait for Thadius and Thalpius tomorrow..."

(OOC spontaneously cast cure serious wounds then cure moderate wounds)

Ban Maeve 
Tuesday December 20th, 2005 7:46:55 AM
Ban stands there in frustration as his strength is not enough to pull up his new friend. For a moment he considers leaping down to aid Zeoll, then realizes that it would provide to further assistance.

With his head hung, he follows the others down to where Zeoll has landed.

OOC: sorry i couldn't post yesterday, things got WAY out of hand for me.

Flat-top 
Tuesday December 20th, 2005 8:18:35 AM
Flat-top yells as Zeoll falls, now he blames himself for not being there when it happen, after all he was in the back to take care of the magic users.

After crossing (with a little bit of trouble), He will join the rest of the Taurs in taking care of their friend Zeoll. "Is he hurt?" Flat-top ask Brahmah. "If he is we must carry him down to a place that's warm? How do you make a streacher??" he wonders??

Toros 
Tuesday December 20th, 2005 1:14:23 PM
OOC: Sorry, have got sick and cannot do anything except laying down...

Toros feels terrible when the rope he has provided does not help Zeoll and sees the wemic
's fall. He concentrates to do his best to comfort his friend, tendering his wounds.

Brahmah 
Tuesday December 20th, 2005 8:57:12 PM
Brahmah controls hos urge to laugh. "Yes, yes, lets rescue him." He smiles.

Zeoll 
Tuesday December 20th, 2005 10:42:00 PM

"Thanks for the healling, my frriend," Zeoll tells Gecktar. "That mends bones and flesh indeed!"

Zeoll makes light of his fall. "Come my fellow Chosen! We have faced farr worrse than unsurre footing and have yet to be daunted. Let us continue to the inn."

DM Bob and Carla 
Tuesday December 20th, 2005 11:17:53 PM
Gecktar, Ban Maeve, Toros and Flat-top berate themselves for letting their friend fall. Bramah on the other hand seems to find the sight of a panicked Zeoll sliding down a scree slope somewhat humerous.

Thadius and Thalpius help the injured wemic to his feet and wait for the others to make their way down the narrow path to join Zeoll. Gecktar lays his healing hands upon the injured wemic, and the bard starts to breathe a little better as his injured ribs mend. From their new vantage some 60 feet lower on the slope the group can see movement behind the lit windows in the building, and make out the sounds of singing and laughter. The party decides checking in at Pullman's Crossing might not be such a bad idea after all.

"Go, spend the night and a day and we will find the Greenmage. Luther and his daughter will look after you," suggests Thadius, continuing, "Come Thalpius, we have a great distance to cover and little time to waste." The two satyrs lithely dart from rock to rock up the steep slope without a misplaced step. At the crest they stop and Thalpius calls back down to them. "A promise is a promise! We will be back...and save some wine for us!"


Gecktar 
Wednesday December 21st, 2005 3:15:38 AM
The idea of warm house, fresh meat and cosy bed makes its way in the head of Gecktar and now everyone can see a smile on his face.

"AAAH ! warm food and some vine. What else is needed ? Please friends don't abuse from alcoholic beverage." looking particulary to Flat-Top and Brahmah.
"Yes, I now, I have to refrain too" he says as he remember last time he was the firt to roll under the table...

Flat-top 
Wednesday December 21st, 2005 7:12:20 AM
The first question (after getting to Zeoll's side) are "Are you alrigh? Can you limp down to that Inn? Once there we can get yyou a nice, soft bed If they have one your size? and a fine hot meal? Come On Let's go!"

Flat-top helps Zeoll To his feet, but He has heard what Gectar as said "Gectat! You must have faith in us! We Brahmah and I are old sailers, we have seen things we want to forget so we take a little drink. But remember we never let any of you down! Even if we had a little headache!" Flat-top smiles at Gectar. "I promas that I will not drink too much, maybe one mug of ale, Now let's go to the Inn."

He helps Zeoll walk to the Inn, But to Brahmah, he wonders "Captain! the two Satyrs! Don't you think They are acting a little funny? Maybe we should ply them with wine to get more infomation out of them? What do you think? Dirty trick or No?"

Brahmah 
Wednesday December 21st, 2005 2:03:13 PM
"Good idea Flat-top." The captain proceeds to 'schmooze' the satyrs.

Ban Maeve 
Wednesday December 21st, 2005 6:10:34 PM
Ban travels in silence on his way to the inn, replaying the incedent with Zeoll. Though he is alright and will soon be healed, Ban can't help but feel that he could have maintained the grip just a little longer, maybe even have pulled him up a little higher. Next time he will have to be more focused because it might not be such a little fall.

Zeoll 
Wednesday December 21st, 2005 6:50:28 PM
Zeoll is just fine, he reassures his friends. "Come on, let's take the fauns' advice and visit this inn. Therre's a silverr lining to everrything -- at least I get a day of work in on my cloak!"

The liontaur calls out to the fey creatures: "We'll see you tomorrrow! Good luck finding the Grreen Mage! Tell him we look forrwarrd to meeting him!"

Zeoll joins the group heading to the inn.

The Longest Night


DM Bob & Carla 
Wednesday December 21st, 2005 11:39:24 PM
Flat-Top suggests to Brahmah that they might ply the satyrs with wine, but before they can advance their invitation the nimble creatures are away up the path and gone into the forest. It is hard to see far as night falls on the valley. Lazy snowflakes continue to drift downward from the dark sky overhead. Exhaled breath comes out as puffs of white against the midnight blue of the night.

Zeoll assures his friends that he is alright and recovered from his fall. A smile splits Gecktar's face as the cleric anticipates a hot meal. Ban Maeve worries about his role in the incident as he moves along the path towards the inn.

The narrow path opens onto a large flat landing. The sound of the Peaseblossom River can be heard coming from far across the landing. Pressed against the hillside, its front facing the river is the building seen previously from the path above. From the front the structure appears to be nothing more than a large one story stone cottage, whereas the back part is a compact two stories and made of wood. A sign above the door identifies the place as Pullman's Crossing and Roadhouse. Light spills out from two grimy windows, one on either side of a large green wooden door. The sound of singing and laughter can be heard coming from inside the building.

When harpers once in wooden hall,
A shining chord would strike,
Their songs like arrows pierced the soul,
Of great and low alike.

Aglow by hearth and candleflame,
From burning branch or ember,
The mist of all their music sang,
As if to ask in wonder.

Is there a moment quite as keen,
Or memory as bright,
As light and fire and music (sweet),
To warm the winter's night?

Before any of the party can knock, the door is abruptly pulled open. A tall, lean man stands in the doorway, rolling up his sleeves to expose sinewy forearms. The bony individual, whose wispy hair is a thin disguise for the slightly pointed ears ducks his head and squints at the party standing just beyond the circle of light from the doorway. "Luther Armson, ferryman and proprietor of this 'ere fine roadhouse, at yer service!"

Gecktar 
Thursday December 22nd, 2005 3:57:57 AM
Gecktar slightly bows before the man that introduced himself. "Gecktar taur and servant of Domi, tired and hungry traveller. Have you a little place for me and my comrades here ?"

Then turning to the Chosen, "Remember it's my turn as I own you some money."

Flat-top 
Thursday December 22nd, 2005 7:57:35 AM
As Flat-top brushes snow off his back and rump, He look at the others, smiles, then answers the Captain "That's alright with me, Captain!". To the InnKeeper, "Make Mine a nice, hot hardie Soup, dark bread and a large tankard of Ale. Brrrr!" Smiling at the tall Elf, waiting to enter.

OOC: Flat-top will wait to enter last, to make sure that everybody is not frostbitten.

Toros  d20+6=8 d20+1=3
Thursday December 22nd, 2005 8:09:59 AM
Toros tries to stay out of the light, concerned that his lion-like appearance might frighten the innkeeper. His size makes this difficult (Hide=8) so, the wemic changes his tactics and grins at the man, oblivious to the alarm his pointed yellow teeth, luminous eyes, and wild mane might cause (Diplomacy=3).

(OOC: Subbing for Tunc who will be travelling.-Carla)

Ban Maeve 
Thursday December 22nd, 2005 2:09:15 PM
Ban steps into the warmth and is overjoyed at all the good smells. "I think that it is time i hat a trink. Perhaps some ale woult be goot."

Brahmah 
Thursday December 22nd, 2005 4:34:28 PM
"Hello." Says Brahmah as he pushes into the inn and moves infront of the fire.


DM Bob & Carla 
Thursday December 22nd, 2005 10:10:08 PM
Gecktar, and Toros wait tactfully for the innkeeper to invite them inside, while Flat-Top puts in his order and Brahmah and Ban Maeve push their way inside.

The innkeeper steps back startled and the door slams open. There is a collective intake of breath as the large minotaur pushes towards the hearth and the rest of the party enter swept forward on a sudden gust of cold night air. A skinny elf in a worn cloak with multicolored patches sidles away from his place by the hearth. "Domi's knees! Close that door, will ya!" comes a shout from a table in the corner where a party of stout dwarves sits. Their armor, weapons and packs are piled neatly against one wall and there are several empty mugs and a few full ones on the table in front of them.

A glance around the room shows a full house. Four round and two long rectangular tables are fully occupied. "Boys," calls a man of medium height and thick build, as he pushes himself up from his seat at one of the round tables . "Boys!" he calls more loudly, "move yer butts and make room for these...strangers." Two young men with a family resemblance to the speaker jump to their feet, their eyes on the taurs, and follow their father to lean against one wall. "We're done our meal. Please have our table," the father nods to Brahmah.

The innkeeper wrestles the door closed, and yells, "Lucy! Guests!" as he makes his way to the party. The murmur of conversations resumes, and the innkeeper stops in front of the Chosen of Domi. "5 silver apiece and you can have a bite to eat and warm yerselves by the fire, but there's no room at this 'ere inn tonight!"


Zeoll 
Thursday December 22nd, 2005 11:46:20 PM
The liontaur enters the establishment, ducking his head. He enjoys the smells from the kitchen, and looks for the singer he heard from outside.

He reassures the innkeeper that he actually sleeps more soundly with only the sky over his head, thanks -- and his magic should keep him warm, right? But can't his friends just sleep here in the common room?

Flat-top 
Friday December 23rd, 2005 7:37:11 AM
Flat-top helps the minotaur Gectar to sit down at the table, "Thank you Boys! you don't have to leave on our account, We Are Not Meat Eaters!" but to Gectar he tells him "Sit here Gecktar and I'll get something at the Bar, It's hot Apple Cider with a stick of cinnamom in it, don't worry no wine in it. I'll be right back."
Flat-top walks to ether the kitchen or the bar asking for Spicy Hot Apple Cider, "It's for A very cold Friend, Please!"
Flat-top will take the Hot Cider to Gectar, "Here drink this!" He orders his friend to drink.

Gecktar 
Friday December 23rd, 2005 7:40:11 AM
"Here you are" says Gecktar handing the innkeeper five gold pieces.
"This is more than you need, so give us your best vine and finest meal"

(OOC assuming there is Ban, Brahmah, Fla-top, Toros and Zeoll in addition to Gecktar. Hope I forget noone)

Gecktar ... continued 
Friday December 23rd, 2005 7:42:46 AM
"HAaaa ! Thank you friend, well let us see what taste has this drink..."

Gecktar begins to drink.

Toros (sub Ceil) 
Friday December 23rd, 2005 7:42:56 AM
The Liontaur Toros enters and makes a beeline for the herth of the fireplace. He Sits there preeming himself, while he talk to the Dwarves, "Hello! Fellows! It really cold out side!" toros smiles at them showing his nice yellow fangs.

Brahmah 
Friday December 23rd, 2005 10:35:37 AM
The ranger takes out some gold and flips the innkeeper a gold.

Zeoll 
Friday December 23rd, 2005 9:22:06 PM
Zeoll disavows his vegetarian friend's suggestion for fare. "I'll have a haunch of whateverr's rroasting, innkeeperr," he calls out, "and with thanks! And grravy!"

Ban Maeve 
Saturday December 24th, 2005 11:29:06 PM
"I think that you may neet more foot, we are quite hungry. Rait the larters and bring us a feast worthy of our size," Ban says as he pulls out a handful of gold.

DM Bob and Carla 
Sunday December 25th, 2005 11:12:48 AM
A young woman exits from a door that leads to the kitchen. She is tall, and lean, with her father's green eyes, pale skin, and slightly pointed ears. A brief curtsy is accompanied by, "Lucy Armson at 'yer service!" Lucy listens to the various requests with a look of dismay on her face. "Kitchen's closed, but I'll see what I can cobble up," she responds.

The room is overflowing with guests whose large numbers and considerable appetites appear to be overwhelming Luther and his daughter. The raggedy fellow in the patched cloak inches back to his spot by the hearth, clearing his throat.

Our little brother, kind and good
Was humbly born in a stable rude
And the friendly beasts around Him stood
our little brother, kind and good.

"I," said the cow, all white and red
"I gave Him my manger for a bed;
I gave Him my hay to pillow His head."
"I," said the cow, all white and red.

"I," said the sheep with curly horn,
"I gave Him my wool for His blanket warm;
He wore my coat on Solstice morn."
"I," said the sheep with curly horn.

"I," said the dove from the rafters high,
"Cooed Him to sleep that He should not cry;
We cooed Him to sleep, my mate and I."
"I," said the dove from the rafters high.

Thus every beast by some good spell
In the stable dark was glad to tell
Of the gift he gave Emmanuel,
The gift he gave Emmanuel.


A short while later Lucy returns carrying a large tray filled with assorted breads, cheeses, pickled vegetables, and hot sausages wrapped in pastry. She places it down in front of the taurs "This'll get you started" she says. She returns a little later with another tray. This one is heaped with nutmeats, dried and candied fruits, and triangular shaped scones studded with raisins.

Luther collects his coin and heads to the bar to get drinks. "Look 'ere" he protests, "does this look like some fancy big city hotel? It's beer or mulled wine and if that's not good enough, there's the water from the Peaseblossum."

Lucy replies to Zeoll's question directly. "There are already some folks bedding down in the common room tonight." She points out the bard, and nods in the direction of the party of dwarves. "I'm afraid all that is left is the barn...I didn't really want to suggest it in case you might think me rude."


Ban Maeve 
Sunday December 25th, 2005 4:24:00 PM
Ban eats all that is set before him and drinks a hearty amount of mead. After eating, he gets out his drum and starts to lay down a basic beat, seeing if he can tempt Zeoll into a song.

Flat-top 
Monday December 26th, 2005 10:53:25 AM
Flat-top was almost the first one at the table when the food arives, "Hey! Gectar! You old Minotaur, if you don't get here soon
, They'll be nothing Left for you, Hmmm! this mead is good!"

Flat-top is so hungry that he eats like a horse.

Toros (sub Ceil) 
Monday December 26th, 2005 11:06:47 AM
Toros (who was sitting by the fireplace) Got up on his paws and caters over to the table, "HOLD ON THERE! You Barbarian! Let us cleric say a preayer to Tomi First. Now let's bow our headsand pray.

As every body is praying over the food, Toros is having the pick of the food, then give the party a big smile and a big "AMEM!" then goes back to the fire place.

Zeoll  d20+13=16
Monday December 26th, 2005 4:28:46 PM

Zeoll can't help smiling. "Mmm ... that sounds good! I'll have some of that mead Ban and Flat-top arre drrinking!"

Zeoll also says to Lucy, "What, why would we be offended at the offerr of a barrn? That sounds just fine. And if Flat-top gets hungrry in the night, therre will be lots of hay arround forr him to nosh on. That rreminds me, you got lots of mice in that barrn of yourrs?"

Those who know Zeoll will recognize his gentle teasing by the way his tail twitches.

Zeoll joins in saying grace, and then especially enjoys the sausages -- he eats two dozen.

After the meal, Zeoll is pleased to accompany Ban, and hopefully Toros as well. But he asks his friends to complement the House Musician, whose melodies have a festive feel. [Aid another check 13 to boost the singer's Perform.]

Brahmah 
Monday December 26th, 2005 11:09:00 PM
Brahmah clops Toros on the back of the head. "Hold your tongue! Let the clerics decide what they want to do."

"Beer and wine are fine."

The captain of the Chosen just sits by the fire and sips a beer.

Gecktar 
Tuesday December 27th, 2005 3:33:03 AM
"Thanks Toros, but I don't think Domi requires a prayer before eating. HE for sure will prefer a prayer before leaving to work or before a competition. HE is not so concerned by the food except for the divine wine, we taurs, are able to brew."

Gecktar eat as much as he can and drink moderately.

Flat-top 
Tuesday December 27th, 2005 7:41:50 AM
Flat-top tell Brahmah as he goes by and head for the fire place, "Don't Hit Toros, He is a cleric, not only a cleric but a druid like Zeoll!"
Flat-top knew that if Toros was insulted, toros would have batted the Bull Headed Captain with his masive paw of his.

Toros (sub Ceil) 
Tuesday December 27th, 2005 7:47:39 AM
Toros has this cattish smile on his face, "That'ss alrright, Flat-top. I got to the food firrsst! Perrrfect." and keep on eating.

DM Bob and Carla 
Tuesday December 27th, 2005 9:40:40 AM
Places are taken at the round table near the fire. A debate ensues over the necessity of asking Domi's blessing before eating, which leads to some good natured teasing between Flat-Top, Toros, and Brahmah. A small feast is cobbled together by Lucy who watches in amazement as the party makes astonishing progress through the food. Beer is served and Luther watches in wry amusement as the watered down beverage is referred to as "mead". Foreigners, he thinks to himself wondering what profits could be had at their expense. Ban Maeve and Zeoll encourage the bard who bows in acknowledgement and continues his entertainment.

The room gradually empties over the course of the night, until only the party of dwarves, the man with his two sons, and the bard are left. Lucy appears wrapped in a long cloak, a lantern in one hand. Stifling a yawn she beckons the party to follow her.

The sound of the Peaseblosson river, is the only noise in the otherwise quiet night. A white dusting of snow on the ground silences the noise of hooves and treads of feet as Lucy escorts the party to the barn. It is large enough, with several stalls to accommodate the animals of the guests as well as a cow and a goat belonging to the proprietor. Lucy lights a closed lantern and hangs it from a heavy beam that supports a great loft above. "Never been so busy, 'afore," Lucy repeats, apologizing once again, "so many foreign folks coming through on their way to the auction and sale. That where you be heading?"

Zeoll 
Tuesday December 27th, 2005 11:24:43 AM

Zeoll asks the woman what she means. "Who is selling what? And wherre? No, we arre simply trravellerrs passing thrrough on ourr own business."

He thanks her for her hospitality.

During the night, Zeoll takes first watch. In the morning, he prepares his spells and finds a comfy corner of the barn in which to do some work on his cloak. He asks Gecktar if he would be so kind as to cast an Eagle's Splendor for him today.

Spells prepped:

Druid Spells (+2 DC on Enchantments)

4 Level 0 spells; Difficulty Class 13 (15)
3 Level 1 spells; Difficulty Class 14 (16)
2 Level 2 spells; Difficulty Class 15 (17)
NOTE: Level 2 Pearl of Power

Spells Typically chosen indoors or in cities:
Level 0: Guidance, Cure Minor Wounds x3
Level 1: Endure Elements, Charm Animal, Obscuring Mist
Level 2: Tree Shape, Gust of Wind

Brahmah 
Wednesday December 28th, 2005 12:35:56 AM
"Snow."

He moves along with the group in silence.

Flat-top 
Wednesday December 28th, 2005 8:54:31 AM
Flat-top moves along still eating nuts and apples, "Yep! Snow! Fells like frozen water."
Hes glad to have a nice warm barn and a soft stall with nice clean hay.
Flat-top starts dancing along and sings a little tune, " Ahhh! What a night! it is snowing, it is quit a sight. OOOoooOOO! Night De. . ." *~~~ SPLAT! At this point everybody Throws snowball at Flat-top, to make him stop singing.

Toros (sub Ceil) 
Wednesday December 28th, 2005 9:00:32 AM
Toros follows the others, thinking of a nice warm pile of hay in the loft. Ahhh! sweet dreans, Untill Flat-top starts singing!!! " shut up! you cannot hold a tune!" yells Toros as he is making a few snow balls, "Your tone deaft!." then throws another of the snowball.

Zeoll  d20+3=12
Wednesday December 28th, 2005 9:36:49 AM

"I had wonderred," Zeoll says musingly, "why I had secrretly made this snowball outside without mentioning it to anyone -- not even to myself! But now it all becomes clearr!"

Zeoll throws his snowball at Flat-top -- hitting AC12!

LOL!

DM Bob & Carla 
Wednesday December 28th, 2005 10:07:20 AM
Zeoll is the only one interested in Lucy's information. Everyone else seems more interested in the snow that continues to fall gently from the night sky.

"Well, the dwarves from the Red Hills and the ladies from Witchspawn have mentioned their purpose for travel is to attend an auction and sale of artifacts somewhere in the forest. Simon, the bard, may know more. He has been traveling in the Culverwood a fortnight on his way to Cinnamon Valley." Lucy stifles another yawn and wishes the party goodnight before exiting the barn.

The bodies of the animals in the barn generate sufficient heat to make the place comfortable. Toros nimbly climbs into the loft and curls up in the sweet smelling hay, while Flat-Top finds an empty stall. Watches are kept, but nothing is stirring, not even a mouse. The lantern burns itself out in the course of the night.

Zeoll's early morning endeavors are interrupted when the man and his two sons enter the barn and proceed to collect a pair of oxen.

Brahmah 
Wednesday December 28th, 2005 11:40:00 AM
Brahmah makes sure Flat-top is cover in snow.

The ranger, not too fond of snow, is happy to be in cover.


Brahmah 
Thursday December 29th, 2005 5:22:25 AM
The ranger leans against the barn wall, sits down and begins watching the people around him.
Brahmah falls almost immediately asleep, unaware he was so tired.

Flat-top  d20+7=27
Thursday December 29th, 2005 8:49:54 AM
Flat-top brushes the snow of of himself, trots around and picks a nice stall. He is still eating an apple as he leans against the wall, he drops the apple and he goes to sleep.
The only thing that bothers him and makes him open one eye, is the soft noise of the man with the two sons enter to gather their Oxens.

Toros (sub Ceil)  d20+4=11 d20+5=21
Thursday December 29th, 2005 9:02:58 AM
Toros is fast asleep, he does hear the noise that the people comming into the barn. He sniff the air, telling him that some humans have entered where the oxen are.
The lointaur is not intrested, so he fall back to sleep.

Listen - 11

Scent - 21

DM Bob and Carla 
Thursday December 29th, 2005 10:16:10 AM
Despite the fact that it is morning, and the patrons of the inn are up and about preparing for the new day, the Chosen of Domi sleep in. All except Zeoll, who continues to work quietly on his cloak.

The man and his sons lead the oxen out of the barn, and hitch them to a wagon. Some further preparations, and they are gone. Soon afterwards, the barn becomes quite busy as animals are fetched and preparations for travel ensue.

Zeoll  d20+11=21
Thursday December 29th, 2005 12:15:54 PM

Zeoll chuckles, seeing his friends catch up on their sleep. Walking in the cold really wore them down. Zeoll says a quick prayer of thanks to Domi and Mother Wold for the magic that has kept him cozy, even in this barn.

Busy with his magical crafting, Zeoll does not much notice the comings and going in the barn. But on his lunch break he stops by the inn for some food and info gathering. If he sees the bard, Simon, he will ask him about the goings-on in the woods. Zeoll is surprised to hear about an "auction" -- such a civilized activity to be taking place in such a wild wood. Are the potential bidders not afraid of losing their way in the forest? And who could possibly be organizing the sale? Is there even an outside chance that the map fragment the party seeks is among the items to be auctioned?

If Simon is not free, Zeoll will chat with anybody. Maybe the dwarves who are going there?

Zeoll is especially keen to hear if it is this greenmage fellow, Grim Tooth, or whatever was his name, is behind it.

And of course, he is most of all eager to hear any tale of underground monsters with many eyes, or of mirrors, or of other such rumors relating to their quest.

[Gather Info check 21. Note that per the SRD, "A typical Gather Information check takes 1d4+1 hours." Zeoll can only spare an hour from his crafting, and that with his mouth full. So I'd expect some decent penalties on his hurried Gather Info check]

DM Bob & Carla 
Friday December 30th, 2005 10:44:00 AM
The dwarves with their dog cart and the witches on horseback make their departures followed by other guests who have spent the night at Pullman's Crossing. Some, like the man with the oxen took the route north marked with a sign indicating Merrydale yet others, like the dwarves and the witches crossed the Peaseblossum with the help of Luther and his mule powered ferry.

Zeoll enters the common room of the inn and spots the bard, Simon, seated at the end of one of the long tables opposite Lucy. Two mugs sit in front of the couple as they enjoy a little tête-à-tête. Lucy notices the wemic and rises to fetch something from the kitchen. Placing a basket lined with a checked cloth on the table, she volunteers, "breakfast is finished, but there were a few biscuits left over. Cup of joe?" She fetches a tankard used for ale, and pours a cup of something steaming and black, the 'joe', into the taur sized mug.

Simon seems happy to chat with the liontaur. When Zeoll enquires about an "auction" he points to a piece of parchment pinned to a notice board on the wall next to the door exiting the inn.

Sale of Surplus Personal Property to the General Public

Arms and Armor
Magic Items too numerous to mention
Artefacts and Curiosities
acquired during a lifetime of collecting
the 3rd day after the winter solstice

Flyth's Cave

Follow the markers from Pullman's Crossing

Simon looks puzzled when Zeoll asks about "Grim Tooth", but then he smiles and with a laugh adds, "I doubt the Greenmage has anything to do with the auction, though he likely knows about it. He seems to know everything that happens in the Culverwood."

Brahmah 
Friday December 30th, 2005 12:04:56 PM
"ZZzzz..."

Ban Maeve  d20+10=23
Friday December 30th, 2005 4:17:48 PM
Ban Maeve arches his back to get the kinks out. His golden eyes stare into the dim light of the barn as he tries to discern if his group are still there. Bright light through a crack between barn boards tell him he has slept in too late.

With a jingle of clashing beads the wemic jumps down from the loft landing lightly on all fours (Jump=23). Nudging the door of the barn open he takes the path to the inn. Ban Maeve passes through the door just as those at the table turn and look at the paper pinned on the wall. He turns too, but the marks on the parchment mean nothing to him.

"Is it important? Can someone reatt it to me?" Then, showing a sharp toothed grin he adds, "anything to eat for a lazy lie-abett?"

Flat-top 
Saturday December 31st, 2005 7:18:43 AM
The coming and going of the patrions to gather the animals, are seeping into his mind. The Center cannot sleep any more, so he streches and head out the barn door.

He takes hands full of snow, witch he will use not only to wake himself fully, but to also clean himself. Now he feels empty, he wants something to eat. He heads towards the Tavern.

He enters the main room just as the pretty little filly Lucy is bringing a big basket to to a table, "Morning to all! Can I have a mug of 'Joe' too please?"

Toros (sub Ceil) 
Saturday December 31st, 2005 7:24:09 AM
Who is behind Flat-top entering the tavern? It's Toros humming one of the tunes that was played last night. "OH! What thisss "Joe' ssstuff? Can I have a bowl full of that?" Toro ask with a grin.

Zeoll 
Saturday December 31st, 2005 8:42:52 AM
As Zeoll is finishing his lunch and his conversation with Simon, Ban, Flat-top, and Toros enter. Ban asks if the sign is important. Zeoll casts a comprehend languages spell and gives the flier a look over. He reads it to his friends.

"Sounds interesting, but we can't leave here until the fauns get back."

When Flat-top asks about the "Joe," Zeoll smiles. "I think it is a kind of 'mead,' " the liontaur says mischieviously.

Worried that his friends might get in trouble, Zeoll casts an extended message cantrip on all three of them. If they get into trouble in the next hour, they'll be able to whisper to him, if he is in range.

Then he tells his friends what he has learned at lunch and finally returns to his crafting in the barn.

Ban Maeve 
Sunday January 1st, 2006 11:42:21 AM
"Well, if we can't leave than we might as well spent the tay lounging arount and taking cat naps. That fire sure feels nice," he says as he tears into his breakfast.

Gecktar 
Sunday January 1st, 2006 2:12:19 PM
Gecktar slept well in the barn. When he wakes up it is to see Zeoll coming in to work on his cloth.

"Do you still need the spell friend ? I've got one for you if you want. Just let me take my breakfast and come back to help you"

DM Bob & Carla 
Sunday January 1st, 2006 8:15:17 PM
The combined stressors of being out of their natural environment, constantly on the run, and bearing the weight of Domi's charge to unite the taur races, takes it's toll on the Chosen. For once the party feels sufficiently secure to catch up on some much needed rest, take inventory of supplies, repair and recondition weapons, and attend to other mundane affairs that have been much neglected.

Lucy makes up for the meager breakfast by serving a nice assortment of cheeses and cold meats along with many fresh baked loaves of crusty bread. "Don't say anything to Pa," she implores the wemics as she takes a plate from under her apron and places a serving of smoked trout in front of Zeoll and Ban Maeve. When the taurs return for dinner, a thick lentil stew with carrots and onions is served up, a link of spicy sausage on top of each serving for those who eat meat, and more baskets of crusty dark bread. Plates are cleared, and a platter of cheeses, fruits, and nuts is placed on each table. Simon, the bard entertains, inviting any who wish to sing along with the traditional country songs to join in. The merry tunes are punctuated by the occasional ballad or story of some noble so-and-so and how he rescued his fair lady.

The snow that started falling the night before continues lightly through the day and into the night and the inn once again fills with folks seeking a night's respite under a roof; an imposing wizard with a young apprentice, four gnomes who seem intent to quarrel amongst themselves, a couple mixed parties...adventurers by the looks of them.

+++++++

The party spend their second night, much as they did the first...enjoying the companionship and general merriment inside the common room of the inn until it is time to retire. The barn is once again home to the Chosen of Domi and once again they witness the departure of those who arrived the night before as they choose their respective paths through the Culverwood the next morning. Zeoll works a second day on his cloak with Gecktar's assistance. As the party enjoy a quiet lunch in the common room, there is a rapid knocking on the door. Before Lucy can respond, it flys open and two shivering satyrs burst onto the threshold with much stamping of hooves and flapping of cloaks, sending snow all about.

Flat-top 
Monday January 2nd, 2006 6:58:44 AM
Tells Lucy that the food is just too good to be true. "Our cooks are very goo with trail food, but there nothing like Home Cooking!"

At this point there's a knock at the door , then the self opening of the Door. Flat-top reconises the two Satyrs, "Captain! Here are our Guides!" Flat-top continues to finish his breackfast. "Please! Shut the Door behind you, Boys"

Toros (sub Ceil) 
Monday January 2nd, 2006 7:07:58 AM
Toros look up to see the two Satyrs shedding wet snow all over the place, "HEY! HORN HEADSSS! Keep dhe wet sssnow outside! Look what you did do my beaitiful coat? Now I'll have do preem it dry next do the fire place!"He tell them with a smerk.

Ban Maeve  d20=19
Monday January 2nd, 2006 10:37:38 AM
The food is good and the rest restorative, but after a while Ban Maeve becomes restless. During lunch he broaches the subject of heading off to continue their quest. "To you think we shoult go see what this Flyth has to offer? To you think he might have that which we seek?"

When the doors burst open, he blinks his large golden eyes, "our guites have arrived!" Ceding his place by the fire, Ban Maeve continues, "come in and stant by the fire to get warm!" He looks to see if there is anyone else with the satyrs. (Spot=19)

Gecktar 
Monday January 2nd, 2006 1:18:22 PM
After many prayers to Domi during the day, Gecktar is happy to meet the Chosen around the diner's table near the warming fire....

As the two Satyrs come into the inn he push himself letting some place for them near the fire as Ban has just done.

Welcome friends, did you find what we seek ?


Zeoll  d20+20=34 d20+9=11
Monday January 2nd, 2006 4:35:26 PM

Zeoll is very glad to have Gecktar's help. "Thank you, my frriend! I am deep in yourr debt. Without you I could not have fashioned my cloak!"

Lucy's kindness to the liontaurs does not pass unnoticed. Zeoll attempts to draw out the young woman, learning about her, offering some of the lighter stories of the adventures of the Chosen -- such as the unitaur children. He especially tells her of the group's quest to unite the warring Tauir races and bring peace to his home isles.

If he judges that she is a listener, he talks more. If he senses that she enjoys talking, he listens.

[Diplomacy check 34 to influence her attitude; Sense motive 11 fails to reveal much about her!]

When he sees other adventurers, Zeoll covertly studies them, looking for a familiar face. He has met many of the Wold's heroes in his dreams, in a strange ghostly tavern, and in quests woven into epic tapestries of adventure. How wonderful it would be to stumble into his good friend Ashira, or the famous Bill Troublefinder, or even the Wold's champion, Valdor Dragonstone, of whom they sing even in the insular Taur Isles.

When the fauns don't show up, Zeoll gets nervous. So it is with great relief that he sees the two fey enter at last. He too feels some of the annoyance that is clear in Toros's voice, but Zeoll does not let it get the better of him. His voice is friendly and welcoming.

"Thadius! Thalpius! You two arre welcome sights indeed! Come in! Come in! Let us buy you drrinks to warrm your coldnesses! Come in, and sharre yourr news!"

DM Bob & Carla 
Monday January 2nd, 2006 11:54:44 PM
Lucy is flattered by Flat-Top's compliments on her cooking and enthralled by Zeoll's exotic tales. She stands in the doorway of the kitchen her eyes moving from the two fey to the party or taurs. Thadius and Thalpius gratefully take the places vacated by Ban Maeve and Gecktar.

Thadius doesn't waste any time as he slaps a piece of rolled parchment down on the table. "Grynntym is occupied and unable to come to you. He has drawn a map to this place you seek." Spreading out the parchment, the satyr continues, "the paths of the Culverwood are ever changing, but the Greenmage is certain there are two routes that could still be passable." Pointing to one trail he says, "this one is shorter, but it passes through the Wyrmsfut, a marshy area." Stabbing his finger at a slightly longer path he adds, "this one is through hillier terrain."

Thalpius relieves his brother, "this cave you seek is the home of one called Flyth. The Greenmage knows of him, but does not count him a friend. This Flyth has decided to quit the Culverwood and is trying to raise funds for his next venture. The Greenmage says it is reported he is selling off everything he owns!"

Thadius lifts his cloak in order to better warm what is underneath. With a sorry look at Lucy, he reports, "we must make haste or we will never make it in time. Tomorrow is the 3rd day after the winter solstice!"

(OOC: Map sent via e-mail)


Brahmah 
Tuesday January 3rd, 2006 12:14:58 AM
Brahmah is very quiet for the past two nights, simply practicing his sword skills.

Brahmah 
Tuesday January 3rd, 2006 6:19:33 AM
"I say we take the Eastern route and take our chances. It is the most direct route... it seems. Right to Flyth's front door."

Flat-top 
Tuesday January 3rd, 2006 6:46:43 AM
Flat-top looks at the map, "Going through the swamp in this weather is better than going climbing around rocks? I agree with Captain!
Lucy can I have another helping of Bake applt in the crust" Ask the centaur with the boyish grin!

Gecktar 
Tuesday January 3rd, 2006 2:41:16 PM
"Right Captain, the most direct way is the best as we should go quickly to this market. If he is selling everything we should hurry because many of the passengers, here in the inn, seem to go to this market."

"Let's get a quick sleep and depart as soon as we can."

Zeoll 
Tuesday January 3rd, 2006 3:15:21 PM

"A quick sleep!" Zeoll exclaims. "It is only noon! Let's leave Right now, immediately, and trravel into the night. We arre at ourr best in naturre, so let us be off rright away!"

The liontaur gets his gear quick and is ready to go in minutes.

"Come on! And by all means let's take the shorrt rroute, thrrough the swamp!"

Ban Maeve  d20+7=18 d20+6=8
Tuesday January 3rd, 2006 11:25:18 PM
"I wonter which path the others took? Which one is the safest?" ponders Ban Maeve aloud. "Let me get my pack and we shall be off!"

The ranger collects his gear from the barn and returns to wait outside the door of the inn for his party. He tries to get a fix on the weather and tells the party what he knows.

Knowledge Nature=18
Survival=8

DM Bob and Carla 
Wednesday January 4th, 2006 12:07:05 AM
On learning what the satyrs have to say the party decides to strike out for Flyth's cave opting for the shortest route marked on Grynntym's map. Ban Maeve studies the lightly falling snow. He does not think the accumulation on the ground will slow the party down, but he is concerned that the dryness of the flakes and the chill in the air means a cold day and a colder night should the party decide to press on without making camp.

The satyrs join the party, pulling their cloaks close about their bodies, but before heading to the ferry crossing, Thalpius stops with a cry. "Oh! I almost forgot! The Greenmage wants you to have this." The satyr holds out a pin made of a green living leaf. "Who leads this party?" Thalpius will pin the leaf to whoever steps forward. "Wear this leaf at all times, and stay together. The Culverwood is no ordinary forest. It has a mind of its own. This leaf will provide you with safe passage as long as you stay together. As long as this leaf is green you will be under the protection of the Greenmage. The Wyrmsfut is a different matter, and the Greenmage has no sway in that strange place."

The party make to go, but their progress in once again halted. This time it is Luther Armson. "Makin' off without payin' yer tab?" he asks, squinting with pale eyes at the large party in front of him. "5 silver for board and bed per day, two days that's 10 silver each, 'nother 5 silver for all the extra food ye be eattin'." Luther eyes the party, then adds, "make it an even 15 gold and I'll take the lot of ye across the Peaseblossum on me ferry."

(OOC: Please describe any precautions your character takes to ensure he is protected against the cold.)

Gecktar 
Wednesday January 4th, 2006 4:24:19 AM
As the minotaur prepares to leave and Luther rushes calling for the toll, he says "Oh sorry master Armson, here are the 15 gold pieces plus 3 more pieces for giving us more food for our trip. Maybe some bread and cheese with bacon. If you have dried fruits it will be fine."

Gecktar collect some food for the trip and prepares his pack, ready to start. When the cold begins to bite him he will cast 'Endure elements' spell to protect himself.

"I didn't memorize other protections from the cold. Maybe some of you also need it. Well, just tell me and I will do my best tomorrow"

(OOC : buy 5 ration trail for 3 gp)

Flat-top 
Wednesday January 4th, 2006 8:28:13 AM
Flat-top runs back to the barn, after all his back pack and his assorted weapons. He makes sure that the Cloak of Comfort is in the best of condition. With saddle bags, Cross Bow, Bolts, his Bastard Sword(taur size ofcorse) and his favorite weapon his Morning Star wrapt aroung his neck. He now check his Food for traveling, a little low but it will do for a short trip.

"Now I'm ready" he tells himself and runs back to the tavern. Gates slowly to Miss Lucy asking her if she has any more of those bake apples of hers, "I'll give you a silver for each one you bring me?"

Toros (sub Ceil) 
Wednesday January 4th, 2006 8:38:20 AM
Toros sees that Flat-top is bribing Lucy for trail food, "Hey! Flat-top! See if she has any dried meat that I can have? or I'll chew on your rump if I get hungry!"

Toros smiles as he hears Flat-top tell Lucy "He meam it! I'll give you a gold coin if you can give him a Ham to please him!"

Toros gather his things and is ready to go.

OOC: I have his stats but not his Thingsor armor. Sorry.(Ceil)

Zeoll 
Wednesday January 4th, 2006 10:12:43 AM
The liontaur already has his Endure Elements cast for the day. He walks on happy in the cold.

Brahmah  d20+11=20 d20+11=23
Wednesday January 4th, 2006 2:10:59 PM
Brahmah step forward quietly and accepts the pin.

The ranger retrieves a scroll and casts Endure Elements.
"I'll remember tomorrow to prepare more."

The minotaur then takes a long gaze at the sky, the the dry flakes and sighs (Survival to predict the weather for more than a day, DC 20). "The greyness is going to be long and cold. A deep cold I fear."

(Survival to prepare the others for the cold, DC 23, giving up to 8 PCs or NPCs +2 vs extreme cold while moving and +4 when stationary)

Prepared Spells:
1) Pass without Trace, Speak with Animals
2) Speak with Plants

Tattoo: Unused today

Ban Maeve 
Wednesday January 4th, 2006 7:23:44 PM
"Thank you my frient," says Ban Maeve to Gecktar when the minotaur offers to pick up the tab.

The wemic will ask Flat-Top if he can borrow the blanket the centaur loaned Gecktar earlier in their trip into the woods. "I have no cloak or other thing to keep me warm."

Ban Maeve isn't so sure about crossing the river in the ferry, but he will follow the rest of the group.

DM Bob & Carla  d6=5
Wednesday January 4th, 2006 10:03:45 PM
Gecktar pays the bill and enquires about the purchase of extra food. For his gold pieces he is provided with a half dozen oval loaves of bread, a small wheel of cheese, a hunk of meat, and a bottle of plonk. It is enough to keep the party for one day. Lucy provides a cheeky Flat-Top with a battered old iron pot containing a dozen apples. "You'll have to do your own cooking from now on, sweetheart," she says.

Brahmah claims Grynntym's token of safe passage. He, Gecktar, and Zeoll employ magic to keep from feeling the cold. Flat-Top's grey Cloak of Comfort takes on a darker hue from the cold, but the centaur is warm as toast. Ban Maeve enquires if Flat-Top's blanket is still available, and Toros wonders if he should get his out as well. (Ban Maeve and Toros, Fort Save vs DC 15 or take 5 pts. subdual dmg.)

The party follows Luther and boards the ferry. Thadius and Thalpius are the last to get on. The half-elf uses his long pole to tap and poke at the ice along the shore and around the barge-like boat. Once he has freed the ferry, and the members of the party have taken their places, he calls to his daughter on shore. Raising his hand in the air, he draws a circle over his head. Lucy gets the mule moving, and with a small jerk the ferry starts to move.

The passage across the Peaseblossom is uneventful. Luther uses his long pole to push at a chunk of ice or a partially submerged log in order that the ferry doesn't become stuck in transit. The current in the middle of the river is strong, and the water dark, but the ferry makes good time.

Brahmah studies the sky and figures the snow will soon stop. The wind might pick up a little, and the temperature drop further when night comes on. As best he can tell, the next day will be grey and cold.

The ferry pulls in to the small dock on the eastern side of the river. The half-elf jumps on to the dock and lowers a ramp, allowing the party to disembark. Luther takes up a position on the dock, leaning against his long pole, and watches, wondering as the foreign looking Chosen of Domi make their way ashore.

Gecktar 
Thursday January 5th, 2006 3:34:57 AM
"Thank you master Armson, I'm sure we will meet you again." Gecktar says.

Then to the two Satyrs, "Well Thald and Thalp, show us the way to get to this starnge creature that intend to leave the woods."

Gecktar make sure his backpack is firmly attached and follows the two satyrs when they depart.

Zeoll 
Thursday January 5th, 2006 4:24:53 AM

On the boat, Zeoll sees that two of his friends are suffering from the cold. (Can this nonlethal cold damage be healed with magic? If so, Zeoll will use charges from his wand of CLW on any who take damage.)

Zeoll thanks Luther for his help.

Then he says to the fauns, "Lead on!"

Toros  d20+12=27
Thursday January 5th, 2006 6:46:22 AM
Toros is not so well-prepared for the cold, but still manages to resist to the damaging affects of the bittering cold and follow others without slowing them down. (27>15, DC)

OOC:

Happy new year to all!!

Thank you for bearing with me when I was sick and away. Ceil, I owe you this!!

Flat-top 
Thursday January 5th, 2006 8:18:53 AM
Flat-top tell Ban, "Ofcourse you can borrow the blanket, But I wish you had told me before we left! I would have bribe Lucy for a Downe Comferter! Well it's too late now. But to night, when we rest, Come to me and I'll share my cape of Comfort with you."

Flat-top kisses Lucy on the cheek (When her farther is not looking) "Thank you, My Beauty."
Flat-top boards the ferry and now on their way. Oh! yes, Flat-top is eating an apple while they ride"

Brahmah  d20+13=28 d20+8=27 d20+7=8
Thursday January 5th, 2006 3:02:35 PM
Brahmah looks about, trying to get his barings and continue to watch the others for signs of cold or frostbite.

(Remember friends Ban Maeve and Toros, Brahmah has given you the opportunity to add a +2 to your saving throw vs cold.)

The ranger watches the skies and terrain, in order to recognize things later. (Survival vs hazard 28, Knowledge Geography 27, Knowledge Nature 8) The flora and fauna are strange to Brahmah, though, some he recognizes. He remains quiet, hating the snow with a passion.

(Dear DMs, did Brahmah's weather prediction resolve?)

(OOC: See DM post, near the end. "Brahmah studies the sky and figures the snow will soon stop. The wind might pick up a little, and the temperature drop further when night comes on. As best he can tell, the next day will be grey and cold."-DM Carla)

Ban Maeve  d20+8=15 d20+8=28
Thursday January 5th, 2006 7:57:58 PM
When the party settles on the ferry Ban Maeve sinks down so that his body covers his extremities, and wraps his tail close about himself. In this way he conserves his body heat. (Fort Save=15, thanks Brahmah! I needed those 2 points.)

When it is time to go ashore, he accepts the blanket from Flat-Top and drapes it over his shoulders. Using his falchion he cuts a length off his rope (Hit AC 28 vs Rope HP 2) and uses it to tie the blanket securely about his body. Showing his sharp yellow teeth in his trademark grin, he purrs, "woultn't want to be holting this blanket if I neetet my hants free for a fight!"

DM Bob & Carla 
Thursday January 5th, 2006 10:23:44 PM
Gecktar thanks the half-elf on the party's behalf while Zeoll worries about the effects of cold on his friends. His worries are for naught, however as Toros sturdy constitution and Ban Maeve's ability to adapt keep the cold at bay. Flat-Top is a friend in deed to his friend in need, and the centaur's heavy blanket is quickly turned into a makeshift coat by the wemic.

Bramah notices a very narrow trail leading straight into the forest, and another, slightly better established trail running north and south along the river. He recognizes the narrow trail leading into the forest as the one on the map. That this is their route is confirmed when the two satyr's head off in that direction. The vigilant party leader doesn't notice any immediate hazards on shore, but who knows what lies further along the trail that seems to disappear rather quickly in the green shadows. If any folk have passed this way before the party, the snow has covered any trace of their passage.

"Follow this trail south along the river. Past the second bend it branches to the east," volunteers Luther pointing to the wider trail along the river. Watching the satyrs he shakes his head, "that 'un'll take you into the Wyrmsfut. Runs along a crik, it does." "Mind you watch yerself in there. That forest is mean-spirited. Has a way of closin' in behind a man, it does. The mist is no help neither. Warm and damp no matter the season, as if the mighty wyrm had just lifted his foot, if you know what I mean."

Luther waves to Lucy and the ferry begins the return journey. "Ring the bell when you want across". The dour ferryman points to an iron bell hung from one of the nearby trees.


Gecktar 
Friday January 6th, 2006 5:09:23 PM
Gecktar one more time check his equipment. His hammer is ready and his shield not far i his back.
'Guide us to our fate Father' he prays to Domi, 'and lighten or path to make Your Will'.

He follows the first who take the trail

Zeoll  d20+9=16
Friday January 6th, 2006 11:27:03 PM

The liontaur follows the group's guides on the path. He says an "Amen" to Gecktar's prayer, and adds one of his own: "And Motherr Wold, give us the wisdom to step lightly and surre-footedly in yourr forrest."

Zeoll keeps his eyes open and watches for dangers. [Spot check 16]

Toros 
Saturday January 7th, 2006 1:48:42 AM
What he hears about the forest does not soun d nice and makes the wemic become more cautious to move together with the rest of the group.

Meanwhile he makes a quick reflection of what he has experienced in the recent time and cannot help but give a small smile, warming himself up.

OOC:
Ceil, it has been a great fun to see your role-playing with Toros in my absence. You have given him a very nice spirit of your, thus his, own! Again, thanks a lot indeed!!

Flat-top  d20+7=27 d20+6=15
Saturday January 7th, 2006 7:16:58 AM
Flat-top takes his position in the back of the line, This is to protect the magic users.
He will be on the alert Listening and Looking every where. But he can be heared saying, "The Same Prayer Here Domi!"

Listen - 27
Spot - 15

OOC: Your welcome, Tunc any time.

Ban Maeve  d20+13=29 d20=20
Sunday January 8th, 2006 7:46:04 PM
Ban Maeve adjusts the folds of the makeshift coat as he disembarks from the ferry. As he passes the party leader he inclines his head in a sign of respect. "Woult you like me to follow behint the fey who leat the way or shall I follow at the ent?" His intelligent golden eyes glow in excitement. "I can try to fint any problems that might be aheat or I can try to cover our rear."

Regardless of where he is assigned, the wemic will take a moment to ensure his bow is strung with a new cord, and that it is readily accessible and his senses alert to dangers. (Spot=29, Listen=20, natural!)


The Path Less Travelled


DM Bob & Carla 
Sunday January 8th, 2006 10:52:39 PM
The party moves eastward into the swamp following the satyrs who choose the path less travelled. A mist clings close to the ground, enveloping their feet and further silencing footsteps on the soft earth. The Chosen of Domi sort out their marching order, and ensure their weapons can be reached easily should trouble come unbidden. Zeoll, Flat-Top and Ban Maeve scout the area, but other than a fox who's path parallels the party's for a short while and a few small grey birds there is naught to spark their concern. Gecktar follows the lead of the others.

The path is narrow and twisting, winding its way between pockets of open water and the buttressed trunks of the larger trees. The chill of winter meets with warmer water oozing from some unknown source creating a low lying mist which gives the whole place an eerie appearance. A damp cold creeps through warm woollens and chills the bones. (Toros and Ban Maeve Fort vs DC 16 or take 1d6 subdual dmg)

After 1 hour of picking their way through the swamp, the party comes to a fork in the path, one way heads due east, the second southeast. From where they stand there is little to choose between, although the second path must surely cross the stream that has paralleled their path so far. Brahmah recognizes this place as the junction of the two paths on Grynntym's map. They had earlier decided to follow the path running due east.


Toros  d20+14=23
Monday January 9th, 2006 5:42:36 AM
Trusting the expertise of Brahmah and the discreation of others about weather and land, Toros contiues to resist to the difficult conditions of the road and move on together with the group. (23>16, DC, Fort. Save)

Zeoll  d20+9=10
Monday January 9th, 2006 6:46:32 AM
The liontaur keeps alert and follow's Brahmah's lead.

Spot 10 natural 1!

Flat-top 
Monday January 9th, 2006 1:36:19 PM
Flat-top in in the rear, looking back and around, making sure that they are not suprise from the back.
Flat-top is nervious, he still think he's saw thing moving torwards them, But far enought that they hide when Flat-top looks that way.

OOC: That the fan flat-top he won in Lotto.

Brahmah  d20+10=15 d20+10=18 d20+11=14
Monday January 9th, 2006 2:04:22 PM
Brahmah continues on silently, up the path they had planned on taking before. The one to the east.

He continues his glances about trying to see anything dangerous or remotely interesting.

(Spot 15, Listen 18, Survival vs hazards 16... poor checks.... sigh)

Ban Maeve  d20+8=22 d20+13=18
Monday January 9th, 2006 6:04:16 PM
The cold mist clings to the wemic's fur but with a shake Ban Maeve sends the droplets flying. The makeshift coat provides additional warmth. (Fort check=22) With one paw resting on his falchion, he keeps a lookout for danger. (Spot=18)

Ban Maeve licks his lips when he spots the small grey birds, but soon returns to the task at hand. "Have you ever travelt this way before, frients?" he calls ahead to their guides. "Are there tangers we shoult know about?"

DM Bob & Carla 
Monday January 9th, 2006 11:25:14 PM
The trail widens and the satyrs come to a stop. The path disappears under a thin film of water, about 60 feet across, and then emerges from the shallow pool to continue again, meandering through the marshy area all around. The water seems to have come from the creek to the party's left and spreads across the path and into a wet bog to the right of the path.

While Thalpius looks out across the pool of water, Thadius rejoins the group. "I don't think we've been down this particular trail, if that is what you are asking," he says addressing Ban Maeve. "The Culverwood is a mysterious place, and the Wyrmsfut particularly dangerous." Shrugging his shoulders, the satyr continues, "everything is unpredictable since the Fey King woke up."

"Makes things exciting!" enjoins Thalpius with a mischievous grin.


Zeoll 
Tuesday January 10th, 2006 5:49:27 AM

The liontaur shudders at the idea of getting all wet.

Zeoll casts Speak with Animals and an Extended Summon Nature's Ally I (either octopus or porpoise, whichever he thinks would be better able to carry out his orders). He asks his summoned aquatic friend to check out the pool and report back what it sees before the spell expires. Especially, are there any predators? He tells his friend to come back here if attacked. (Duration: 6 rounds)

Stuff used today: two first level druid spells. 1 use of metamagic rod of extend.

Flat-top 
Tuesday January 10th, 2006 8:30:56 AM
Flat-top ask "How deep can it be? It's just a stream!"

Brahmah 
Tuesday January 10th, 2006 8:53:49 AM
Scowling at the satyrs, the leader of the Chosen continues on.

Gecktar 
Tuesday January 10th, 2006 3:24:48 PM
"If we go wet, we are sure to get cold. Any body have an idea to cross the stream ? I've none personally..."

Ban Maeve  d20+13=30
Tuesday January 10th, 2006 6:33:17 PM
Seeing that it is a shallow pool and that Brahmah continues through, Ban Maeve makes to follow suit. "See," he says hopefully, "the other site is not far."

He lifts his tail high and hikes up the blanket-coat so as not to get it wet. He looks from side to side, hoping there are no dangers. (Spot=30)

Toros 
Tuesday January 10th, 2006 9:33:02 PM
Toros likes the idea of Zeoll and suggest to wait until the animal he talks reports back.

Zeoll (second post) 
Tuesday January 10th, 2006 9:49:25 PM
Zeoll calls out, "Don't step on my octopus!"

DM Bob & Carla (Swamp Striders Rnd. 1)  d20+25=44 d20+25=34 d20+25=26 2d6(4+2)=6 2d6(2+1)=3 2d6(2+3)=5
Tuesday January 10th, 2006 11:47:32 PM
The two satyrs pause at the water's edge, looking for an easy way across. Before they have finished their search, Zeoll summons a small grayish-pink octopus which appears in the shallows near his feet. The hapless creature quickly convulses, sending a thick stream of dark ink into the shallow pool. Irregular flushes of color pulse beneath its translucent skin as it tries vainly to adjust to the fresh water, before finally lapsing into unconsciousness.

Flat-Top, Gecktar and Toros watch as Brahmah and Ban Maeve strike out for the other side of the small flood. The water isn't much higher than their shanks, nor is it as cold as one would think. Perhaps there is a thermal source? The bottom is soft and pulls gently at their hooves and paws slowing their progress. [Movement is reduced by half]

Approach the midpoint, the wemic catches sight of a small flotilla of dull black beetle-shaped insects. They swarm out across from the emergent vegetation at the edges of the pool, towards the Chosen of Domi. The creatures move at an amazing speed, literally skating across the surface of the water towards the two taurs. A weak 'chittering' sound accompanies their approach as they flex their hard chitinous bodies.

Flat-top, Gecktar, and Toros look on as the swarm of beetles engulfs Bramah and Ban Maeve, stinging the taurs repeatedly as they race up and across their bodies. They seem to be everywhere, beneath their cloaks and armor, on their legs and arms, on their backs and chests. Alone, a single bite would matter little, but with so many insects, the two taurs are soon dancing in pain as they suffer dozens of stings. Blood begins dripping down their legs and into the stagnant water. [Bramah takes 9 HP of damage and Ban Maeve 5 HP. Both must make a Fort save vs DC 14 or be nauseated for 1 round]


Brahmah (hps 84/93)  d20+12=21 d20+2=4 d20+7=25
Wednesday January 11th, 2006 12:35:11 PM
(fort 21)

Brahmah's entomophobia comes back in full force. He begins brushing furiously at the insects, then runs for the other bank as fast as his legs and the water will allow him to go.

He activates his Boots of Haste. (Balance check 4) The taur is distracted by the bugs and slips on a slimey stone. Splash!! Sploosh!! (Swim 25)

Flat-top (AC 22 96/96 HP) 
Wednesday January 11th, 2006 5:55:57 PM
Flat-top seeing tha the Captain snd Ban are in trouble, "What are those thingd, Beetles?? Fast little sucker. I wonder what would happen if we churn the water? Well! Why Talk about it, I'm going to try my little idea!"

Flat-top gallops into the water, Churning the water as he runs. When he's near Ben, Flat-top yells to Ben, "Make the water as wavy as you can to slow them down and make for shore!"

Zeoll  d20+13=33
Wednesday January 11th, 2006 9:06:42 PM


Well, now Zeoll realizes that this water is not just full of bugs, but it is poisoned, too! Poor octopus!

He wonders if the bugs all act in unison, like a hive mind, or swarm. If so, he thinks, maybe the vibrations of his music can entrance the swarm long enough for everyone else to cross safely. And maybe even himself, if he goes slow.

He uses his Bardic Music on the swarm (it's within 90 feet). He does not know if it will work, but why not try? he takes out his drum and beats and sings a rhythmic melody designed to lull the swarm.

Perform check 33 is a nat 20! That's also the save DC for the Fascinate power.



Toros 
Wednesday January 11th, 2006 9:41:26 PM
Shocked to see Brahmah and Ban are under attack Toros prays for them to make it safely outside of water. Then, he becomes more surprised, as Flat-top also enters the water. What does this Centaur intend to do?

Ban Maeve (AC 19, 38 /43 HP)  d20+6=21
Wednesday January 11th, 2006 10:43:40 PM
Ban Maeve points out the swarm as they approach, but the insects are too fast. Before he can call out a warning, they are upon him. The wemic feels like wretching as the disgusting creatures crawl over him, but he resists. (Fort=21)

With blood oozing from the many bites, he fumbles for his scroll case as he tries to make his way across the water to the path. (Movement 20 ft.)

DM Bob & Carla (Swamp Striders Rnd. 2)  2d6(3+3)=6 2d6(5+6)=11 2d6(6+5)=11
Wednesday January 11th, 2006 11:38:19 PM
"Swamp Striders!!" Thalpius yells out to the Chosen of Domi, "Get out of the water!" Thadius spins around just in time to see Flat-top charge in after Ban Maeve and Brahmah."Nooooo" the satyr calls out but knows that it is too late.

The leader of the Chosen panics as the striders sting him repeatedly and he slips and falls into the stagnant water. He does manage to brush a few of the vermin off, but they quickly find Flat-top and immediately swarm the centaur, biting and stinging him all over his body. Flat-top's blood is soon dripping into the water where it mingles with that of Brahmah and BanMaeve. The wemic manages to plunge his way through the swampy conditions and gets within 20' of the far shore, all the while being stung by the vermin that cling to him.

Zeoll breaks into song, hoping to somehow distract the teeming swamp striders from their feeding frenzy, but the mindless creatures are unaffected by his rhythmic drumming and continue to feast on his companions and the billowing clouds of blood that now color the water. Gecktar appears stunned by the sudden turn of events and watches slack-jawed as the swamp striders engulf his companions. Toros issues a short prayer for the reckless centaur.

[Brahmah takes another 6 points of damage from the swarm and an additional 1 point of damage from a continuing loss of blood. Ban Maeve takes 11 points of damage plus an additional 1 point for blood loss. Flat-top takes 11 points of damage and must make a fort save vs DC 14 or be nauseated for one round]


Toros 
Wednesday January 11th, 2006 11:59:35 PM
Staying out of the water, Toros prepares a rope to throw to his friends, in case they may need to be pulled out of the water.

Gecktar 
Thursday January 12th, 2006 5:07:06 AM
Unable to help his friend, Gecktar search for some dry wood just around him. Seeing nothing available he says "Toros, Zeoll, give me one torch if you have"

Getting a torch he begin to light it. If the warms of the fire attracks the swarm he will get it away, if not he could be able to fight with the torch.

Brahmah (hps 77/93) 
Thursday January 12th, 2006 7:24:22 AM
The minotaur begins to curse. "Someone fireball us!! Alcohol, pour it on us. It repels bugs. Fire!" He continues to brush furiously. He moves as fast as possible to the other side. Brahmah sure wishes he still had his Wings of Flying.

(He should be out of the water because he has his Boots of Haste active. Second round.)
(Can one cast while swarmed?)

DM BOB - Casting while swarmed requires a concentration check of DC 20 + spell level

Flat-top (AC 22 85/96 HP)  d20+14=25 d20+10=25 d4+5=9 d4+5=9
Thursday January 12th, 2006 11:47:54 AM
Flat-top take the water skin (With the wine he got for his two Satyr guides) "Here is some wine, It's hightly Flamable! Now hit us with Fire." He tell the taurs on shore, while puring the wine on Ban, Brahmah (if He does not make his save and himself (bucking and trashing with his hooves(with the hooves knuckles +1))

OOC: 2 hoves attack Ac 25 & Ac 25 Maybe Damages of 9hp right hoove & 9hp left hoove.

Ban Maeve (AC 19, 26/43 HP)  d20+10=28 5d6(1+5+4+1+2)=13
Thursday January 12th, 2006 9:10:50 PM
Gritting his teeth against the stinging bites of the swamp bugs Ban Maeve concentrates on the magic of the scroll he has chosen. (Concentration=28) Pointing his finger at his feet he directs the fireball hoping the spell's radius will include Brahmah ahead of him and Flat-Top who has followed after him and the swarm of bugs tormenting them.

"Tomi help us!" he cries as he watches the pea-sized bead blossom into a ball of fire. (13 pts. dmg)

Zeoll 
Thursday January 12th, 2006 9:18:22 PM
OOC: Is there just one swarm, or more than one?

Zeoll has an idea to get the people across who are on his side: He can summon an aligator, and wade across witht he aligator in the lead. When the bugs attack the aligator, the rest of us run past.

He has no way to make a fire. Didn't take those spells today.

Does the liontaur think his plan might work? If so, he'll give it a shot. If he thinks he needs a longer duration summons, he'll extend it.

Toros - illegal second post 
Thursday January 12th, 2006 9:49:29 PM
Realizing his friends have a better idea, Toros spends no more time with the rope and helps to light a fire. He provides whatever he has to light fire: a torch and oil, as well as the magic of prestidigitation to make a fire...

DM Bob & Carla (Swamp Striders Rnd. 3)  d3=2
Friday January 13th, 2006 12:22:31 AM
Confusion reigns in this small corner of the Wyrmsfut. Ban Maeve, Brahmah and Flat-top continue to be feasted upon by the teeming striders. Zeoll, Toros, and Gecktar can distinguish three distinct swarms although at times they seem to merge into one and then re-emerge as separate entities. Brahmah calls out in desperation for one of The Chosen to cast a fireball and Flat-top manages to splash most of his wineskin on himself and Ban Maeve in hope that it will act as an accelerant. Gecktar and Toros try to light torches to aid their companions... The idea is sound, or is it?

Ban Maeve extracts a scroll and casts a spell from it despite the irritation and near nausea that threaten to overwhelm him. He calls upon his god for guidance. A small bead of fire instantly spreads, feeding on the oxygen and the methane that seeps up from the swamp itself. The air rushes in to feed the hungry flames and a then rushes out as the fireball blossoms outward in a loud Thwuump!

Those with any arcane experience recognize that the blast far exceeded what might normally result from such a spell. The blast of heat sweeps over Brahmah, Flat-top, and Ban Maeve [Each take 26 points of damage, Reflex save vs DC=16 to take half damage, except for Ban Maeve who takes full damage -- can't possibly dodge a fireball dropped at his own feet.] The blast itself strips the striders from their prey. Many are killed outright, their bodies sizzle and hiss as they boil inside their hard outer shells. The brave wemic takes a single step forward and then collapses into the water, bleeding from his many wounds. Brahmah and Flat-top also continue to bleed despite the removal of the striders [Each take an additional 1 HP damage]

The blast continues to expand outwards sending partly cooked striders, swamp debris, and other detritus with it. The three taurs still on the shore can feel the wave of heat pass over them, but are unharmed by it.

The surviving swamp striders, scattered by the blast, immediately begin to reform into a single massive swarm. Zeoll believes that it will take only seconds [2 rounds] for the vermin to re-organize themselves, if that is what is required for them to attack. The druid summons an alligator to act as a decoy while the rest run for it.

Thadius and Thalpius take the opportunity to race out into the water. "Hurry!" they yell back to the taurs.


Brahmah (hps 50/93)  d20+10=12
Friday January 13th, 2006 9:26:27 AM
(third round of movement with Boots of Speed)

(reflex 12, failed, 26 damage +1 from bleeding)

Brahmah continues to move quickly, turning to see Ban Maeve fall... Geez! He thinks, turning to pick him up, brushing the carcuses from him and the fallen taur. "I wasn't serious about the fireball. Sigh."

Flat-top (AC 22 85/96 HP)  d20+4=22
Friday January 13th, 2006 6:09:34 PM
As the fire hits Flat-top, he reaches for Brahmah and Bam. To his suprise the Captain is not there, But Bam is about to Fall.
Flat-top grabs Ban and drag the Lointaur toward the other side of the stream.

Strenth Check of 22

Toros 
Friday January 13th, 2006 11:44:31 PM
Toros rushes into the water to help Flat-top carry Ban out of the water.

Zeoll 
Friday January 13th, 2006 11:59:31 PM

The liontaur directs his scapegoat -- scapecroc? -- towards the bugs and high-tails it out out of the water. He literally keeps his tail high ... he hates to get it wet.

On his way out, he helps pull at anyone who needs help.

Ban Maeve (AC 19, -1/43 HP) 
Saturday January 14th, 2006 9:44:44 AM
"Courage!" cries Ban Baeve as he is engulfed by the flames. Bugs fall off in the searing heat of the fireball, but the taur's tawny fur is not immune to the flames.

"Courage!" he roars as he contorts in pain and then all is dark as the wemic lapses into unconscious.

DM Bob & Carla (Swamp Striders Rnd. 4) 
Monday January 16th, 2006 12:06:43 AM
The Chosen react in unison to the sight of their comrade lying face down in the muck. Brahmah turns back to the fallen wemic and hoists him up wuth the assistance of Flat-top who is looking decidedly singed [OOC Flat-top took 26 HP damage from the fireball and should be at 59/96 HP].

Toros and Gecktar rush in to the swamp to provide assistance and get as far as the three taurs already in the water.

Zeoll sends the scape-croc out into the swamp to draw away the swamp striders that have begun to reform. The ruse seems to be working for the striders teem over the crocodile, but after a brief hestitation they turn their attention to the taurs, and in particular to the high prancing wemic that was last to enter the water. Perhaps they prefer warm-blooded creatures?

The two satyrs urge their followers on, "Hurry! get to the other side before they reach you!" Thalpius who has already reached the other side stops to pick up a handful of strider carcasses. "Not now, Thalpius, this is no time to be thinking of your stomach!" Thadius cries out in exasperation.

Situation. All the taurs with the exception of Zeoll are within 20 feet of the far shore where Thadius and Thalpius await them. Zeoll is 40 feet from the far shore, having been delayed by directing the scape-croc, and his generally dainty approach to crossing the flooded area. The reforming swarm of striders is a further 20 feet behind Zeoll and moving in the wemic's direction.

Gecktar 
Monday January 16th, 2006 5:12:47 AM
Gecktar rushes to the other side of the river. "I take Ban away from here, I will check him as soon as possible ! I have nothing to help Zeoll but this torch. Anybody has some oil ?" he says to the other.

He will hand the torch to anyone willing it and take awy Ban so he is no more threathened by the swarm.

Brahmah (hps 50/93) 
Monday January 16th, 2006 10:28:11 AM
(OOC: Just curious, but shouldn't Brahmah be closer to land(or did he ever make it to land?), even before getting Ban? Boots of Speed have been active for three rounds.)

(fourth round of movement with Boots of Speed)

Brahmah moves a full round 30ft, plus the extra move action from the boots.

(OOC: Knowing my luck, Brahmah's moving at 1/4 speed because he's carrying a taur.)

(OOC: Brahmah made it to the edge of the pool when he was caught by the fireball (as was Flat Top). As I understood you returned to the water to fetch Ban Maeve. With Flat Top's help you have made it to shore this round. See DM post to follow.-DM Carla)


Flat-top (AC 22 59/96 HP)  d20+4=20 d20+5=22 d20+5=22
Monday January 16th, 2006 1:17:51 PM
Flat-top hear's Bam say "Curage-Curage", "oh! No! Don't tell me that there's one left out there; The Centaur turn and sure enough, there's Zeoll in danger.
So back goes Flat-top goes out to Zeoll, grab him and heads to shore.

Strenth - 20

Grab - 22

Survival - 22

(OOC: Movement in water is half regular. With the help of the others you can get Ban Maeve to shore, but you can not go back for Zeoll.-DM Carla)

Paw'caw (ceil)  d20+5=25
Monday January 16th, 2006 1:20:55 PM
Paw'caw finally finds her master, and flies to him. She rubs her head on his face Just to see if he's alright.

Paw'caw Spot - 25

Zeoll 
Monday January 16th, 2006 2:15:55 PM

With an assist from his friend Flat-top, Zeoll makes it his top priority to escape the water and get a good ways onto drier land asap!

Toros 
Monday January 16th, 2006 9:22:44 PM
Having learned an important lesson from the previous fire-ball Toros spreads the oil to provide a line of safe passage for the Taurs still in the water: Zeoll, Flat-top and himself. The line of oil starts from where he originally stands and goes as far as Toros has been able to walk closer to a place between where the others are and the swamp striders. Then he uses the oil to start a fire with the torch Gecktar has had / hand in, preparing a safe distance from the fire. Hopefully the wall of fire will stand between the striders and the Taurs, at least to give enough time to come closer to the shore.

Ban Maeve (AC 19, -2/43 HP)  d100=43
Monday January 16th, 2006 11:17:25 PM
Ban Maeve is oblivious to everything that is happening.

% to stabilize, 43=fail

DM Bob & Carla (Swamp Striders Rnd. 5)  d6=2
Tuesday January 17th, 2006 12:00:04 AM
Gecktar goes to aid a bleeding Flat Top and Brahmah as they pull their fallen comrade to shore. As he passes Toros, Gecktar thrusts his torch at the liontaur. Depositing the unconscious Ban Maeve on the path, Flat Top turns to see Zeoll has progressed well past the half-way mark, the croc preceding him. The centaur notices the swarm of diminutive vermin skitter across the water, their long suckers consuming the blood that has leaked into it.

Toros waits for his friend to pass, and then spills oil into the water. The oil spreads out from the line he draws. As Zeoll gains the shore, Toros touches the torch to the oil sending up a wall of flame.

Toros: Reflex Save vs DC 15 to avoid catching fire to clothes and fur, or take 2 pts. fire dmg. You are at the very edge of the water.

Flat-Top, Brahmah, and Ban Maeve each take 1 pt dmg. due to continued bleeding from wounds inflicted by the swarm. You are standing on the path.

Gecktar and Zeoll are on shore. Spot DC 10 to Highlight to display spoiler: { notice Talpius is picking up the "roasted" critters and putting them in a satchel he wears slung over his soulder. Each one looks to be about 7 inches long and œ lb.}



Gecktar  d20+3=15 3d8(8+7+3)+5=23
Tuesday January 17th, 2006 3:33:17 AM
Gecktar lay his hands on Ban and pray to give him back some energy "Father Domi, take a look at our friend that put his life in the balance to save the other".

While doing this something odd catch his eyes. "Talpius ? What are you doing with these damned fried critters ?"

(OOC : spontaneously cast cure serious wounds healing him 23hp)

Flat-top (AC 22 58/96 HP) 
Tuesday January 17th, 2006 8:29:49 AM
Flat-top goes to Bam and hold the unconscious liontaur clost to his body, then covers the both of them with his magic cloak. "Come on! Ban! wake up. Time to go walkie walkie."

Flat-top look up, looking for a healer, when he spots the Talpius eating the fried Bugs?? "Are those things any good? No! Thank you! I'm not a bug eater."

Flat-top turn back to Ban, "Wake up Ban or Talpius will feed you some of those Bugs??"

Toros  d20+8=26
Tuesday January 17th, 2006 10:31:29 AM
Securing that everyone is out Toros also walks out of the water, neither the fire nor the swarms seem to have made any damage on the liontaur (26 > 15, DC, reflex save)

Brahmah (hps 49/93) 
Tuesday January 17th, 2006 3:49:24 PM
(Boots are deactivated)

"Chosen, move! Go. Flee." Commands the leader. He continues away from the bank and the water.

Zeoll  d20+9=20
Tuesday January 17th, 2006 7:50:22 PM
If Flat-top needs help with Ban, Zeoll will lend his strength to carrying his friend out of there.

The liontaur makes at least a standard move away, following Brahmah's lead. Maybe two moves, depending on getting Ban out too.

His keen eyes spot the faun collecting roasted bugs, but he says nothing for now.

Ban Maeve (AC 19, 21/43 HP) 
Wednesday January 18th, 2006 12:04:58 AM
"Where am I?" mutters the wemic as consciousness comes back to him. "Thank you, freint," he says as Flat-Top enfolds him in his cloak. The wemic smiles weakly at Gecktar. "Tomi is with us this tay after all."

Leaning on his friends, Ban Maeve will limp down the path following the leader of the party.


DM Bob & Carla 
Wednesday January 18th, 2006 12:24:21 AM
Toros leaps back from the flames that spread across the pool forming a fiery barrier between the remains of the swarm and the party. Gecktar uses his gift to tend to the most seriously wounded of the party. Ban Maeve responds by regaining consciousness. Flat-Top and Zeoll lead their companion away from the water's edge as Brahmah moves further down the path.

Thadius pulls Thalpius away from the collection of the charred bug bodies. "Roasted, these are a fine delicacy!" cries the satyr as he follows reluctantly after the Chosen of Domi. Patting the pouch slung over his shoulder he adds, "we will feast tonight!" Anyone who looks back at the pool will see that the swamp striders do not follow the group, but skitter across the pool consuming the last taur blood staining it.

Life blood continues to ooze from the many bites covering Flat-Top and Brahmah.

Flat-Top and Brahmah each take 1 pt dmg. due to continued bleeding from wounds inflicted by the swarm.


Gecktar  d20+8=23 d20+8=17
Wednesday January 18th, 2006 2:49:40 AM
Gecktar seeing the blooding wounds of Flat-Top and Brahmah says "Hey, warriors, are you going to loose your blood until the night ? Come here so I put some bandages and onguents on these wounds"

(OOC : Healing wounds roll 23 and 17)


Flat-top (AC 22 80/96 HP)  d20+4=18
Wednesday January 18th, 2006 8:38:15 AM
"AAH! Gertar! You know what I need!!" Sings Flat-top "Thank you!"
Turning to Ban, helping him again to follow Brahmah's orders. Puting his arm under Ban arm pit and holdin on the liontaur's other arm (witch is around Flat-top neck) "Come on, my Lionhearted Friend, We move to safer place when the Captain tells us to. Then we'll get you heald!".

Flat-top takes off (with Ban) after the others.

Strenth check 18 (Just to see if Flat-top can do it)


Brahmah (hps 53/93)  d8+1=5
Wednesday January 18th, 2006 10:44:49 AM
Brahmah retrieves a potion of cure light and drinks. (heals 5) "I'm bleeding like crazy. Damned insects"

Zeoll  d8+1=6
Wednesday January 18th, 2006 9:48:13 PM
Zeoll uses a charge from his Cure Light Wounds wand on Brahmah. That's 6 back.

He asks the fauns, "Will we meet morre like that on the trrail, do you think?"

Toros  d8+2=7
Wednesday January 18th, 2006 11:50:22 PM
Toros also use some of his healing energy for making Ban better, recovering 7 hps.

DM Bob & Carla 
Thursday January 19th, 2006 8:15:20 AM
Safely away from the swamp and it's tiny inhabitants, the party re-groups and finds higher ground. Toros, Zeoll, and Gecktar assist the others in staunching their wounds and stopping the steady drip of blood.

Thadius and Thalpius spend a few minutes scouting the way forward. "The way is clear for at least the short distance I have seen" reports Thadius to the group. Thalpius examines each of the Chosen and is delighted to see that all are on the mend. "That was a very brave thing you did" he comments to Ban Maeve, "but why did you not just run? Once out of the water they would have dropped off."

Thadius replies to Zeoll, "We do not often come to this part of the Culverwood. It is a cruel and wicked swamp, unkind even to the Fae. We still have several hours before we can leave this place behind, perhaps we should make haste before darkness falls..."

Crunch! Thalpius bites down hard on another strider. A small stream of juice dribbles down his chin and winds it's way into the satyr's matted fur. "Anybody want one?" he mumbles, his mouth full of beetle.

Flat-top (AC 22 85/96 HP) 
Thursday January 19th, 2006 9:17:47 AM
Flat-top is following Thadius and the Capten, While listening to the stupid reason as what to do when bitten by these striders. He tell Ban, "you know I think we should cut the barrels of blue wine, They almost killed us! They could not shout to US, Because those things are Good To Eat!! Come on Guy let find a place to camp." Grumbles Flat-top.

Brahmah 
Thursday January 19th, 2006 12:19:34 PM
Brahmah turns green at the mention of eating bugs and continues to move along, quickly.

Gecktar  2d8(5+3)+5=13
Thursday January 19th, 2006 12:22:08 PM
Once more Gecktar comes close to Ban and lays his hands on him. "Are you fine, my friend ?" then looking at Thalpius, he approches the Faun and says "let me try this, are you sure they aren't poisonous ?"

He takes a piece of a strider and bites in it..... ?

(OOC spontaneously cast cure moderate wounds healing 13 hp)

Toros 
Thursday January 19th, 2006 9:08:15 PM
Toros also gives a try to the strider food, but would he like it? Hmmm, although it should be a bit cold now and does not look sooo nice, the taste would not be so bad... and it is good to eat them as a revenge, although thinking that they could still have the taur blood in them does not give a good feeling...

Zeoll 
Thursday January 19th, 2006 11:39:40 PM

The liontaur will try the bug. "I've eaten worrse in my day," he says.

"But let us not dally. As you say, haste beforre darrk falls."

DM Bob & Carla 
Thursday January 19th, 2006 11:48:59 PM
Thalpius shares his baked swamp striders with Gectar, Zeoll and Toros, and turns to lead the group along the path when Flat-top suggests withholding payment of the promised wine.

"What is this? Thalpius blurts out in response to Flat-tops threat. You rush into the water without as much as a look and don't have the sense to run out, and now you want to keep our wine! Why that's...that's..."

"That's unfair!" Thadius chimes in. "We warned you right away, as soon as we saw the strider swarm."

The two satyrs are clearly upset that the taurs are about to renage on their deal. Thalpius continues to sputter and prance about in an agitated fashion, strider juice spattering those around him as he struggles to keep his half-chewed snack from spewing out.



Zeoll  d20+20=31
Friday January 20th, 2006 12:53:45 AM

Zeoll tries to smooth things over. "Fearr not, good fauns. We arre Taurrs of ourr worrd. We will keep ourr end of the barrgain!"

"Come, be rreassurred. And let us continue on beforre it gets darrk."

[ooc: Diplomacy check 31]

[OOC: How DO roasted bugs taste?]

Gecktar 
Friday January 20th, 2006 3:12:34 AM
Gecktar appreciates the diplomatic art of Zeoll and significates it to him by landing a hand on his shoulder and smiling to him. They need their guide to have a chance to reach the object of their quest.
"Recall me to heal all of you before we sleep." he says as they should be well prepared for their next encounter... 'Just pray that it will not come during the night' he thibnks to himself


Brahmah (hps 53/93) 
Friday January 20th, 2006 11:42:20 AM
Brahmah stays silent during the short argument and just shakes his head in disgust. Then he decides to make his voice heard before things get out of hand.
"Come on. Lets keep moving."

He turns to Gecktar. "Would you be so kind as to heal the injured please?"


Flat-top (AC 22 85/96 HP) 
Friday January 20th, 2006 11:57:25 AM
Flat-top Listens to Zeoll as he trys to mend fences. But Centaors being Centaors, replies to the Two Satyrs, "Oh! Yes! You did warn us, AFTER THREE OF US TAURS WAS COVERED WITH YOUR SNACK FOOD! I was too busy saving my friends! I will keep Zeoll's word about the wine." Retort Flat-top, "And I Still think It was a sneeky trick!."

To Gertar, he tells him. "Don't worry about me, I'll heal over night. But the Captain and Ban here are worst off."

Flat-top trots off with Ben, they head off to make a camp before the nightfall.

Toros  d8+2=10
Friday January 20th, 2006 11:52:30 PM
As much as he could with his spontenous capabilities, Toros tends the wound of Brahmah, hoping he will feel a bit better (heals 10 hp), although the liontaur feels helpless for the anger of Flat-top.

DM Bob & Carla 
Monday January 23rd, 2006 12:20:26 AM
Zeoll manages to calm the two satyrs and they lead the party forward and away from the Wyrmsfut. Gecktar and Toros provide healing to their comrades.

As the sun begins it's descent below the horizon, it's light is replaced by the dim glow of many campfires spread out across a small glade. There are perhaps 11 or 12 small encampments, each a cluster of tents or a small wagon with a campfire. A few of the campfires have only a few bedrolls arranged around them.

Elves, taurs, dwarves, and humans wander about, preparing meals, fetching water from a nearby stream, and otherwise attending their campsites. Some of the groups are more sociable than others who keep to themselves.

There seems to be a small opening in the northwest corner of the glade where an extra campfire would not interfere with any of those already established.

Thadius and Thalpius lead the group towards the opening. "There you are", Thadius sweeps his arm across the horizon. "I told you we'd lead you to the cave." Through the trees at the edge of the glade you can just make out the dark shadow of the cave opening. "Looks like it's going to be quite an event".

[OOC What are your plans, if you set up camp please indicate watches and appropriate spots and listens, etc.]

Gecktar  3d8(2+2+5)+5=14 d8+5=11 d8+5=13 2d8(1+8)+5=14 2d8(4+5)+5=14
Monday January 23rd, 2006 3:24:23 AM
During the trip Gecktar uses his power to heal Ban and Brahmah.

As they prepare to set up the camp he says :
"Allright maybe taking a rest so as to recover from the journey will be fine. I will take the first watch if it is fine for everyone." and he add more closely to his friends so as to not be heard.. "I was thinking about something. If the creature is selling every thing to leave the woods, maybe it will carry off the map we need for our quest... Maybe we will just have to buy it and nothing more..."

Gecktar spontaneously cast 1 CSW and 2 CLW on Brahmah healing back 38 hp and cast 2 CMW on Ban healing 28hp
Please ask him if more needed.


Flat-top (AC 22 96/96 HP)  d6+1=6 d20+5=9 d20+5=22
Monday January 23rd, 2006 5:39:45 AM
Flat-top touches his healing tattoo and heals himself of six hit points, Just thr right amount he needed.

"You right Gecktar, Let's rest here for the night, besides I'm not going into a cave at night!, I'll take second watch. Hmmm! I would also like to see this auction, I never attended one."

Spot - 8

Listens - 22



Toros  d20+9=26 d20+5=17
Monday January 23rd, 2006 6:14:31 AM
Having helped Gecktar to cure the wounded Chosen, Toros goes to bed early and gets up early. Replenishing his divine energy for the day with enough meditation he takes one of the last watches (spot 26, listen 17).

? 
Monday January 23rd, 2006 9:13:22 AM
Soon after the party makes camp a shadow detaches itself from one of the other groups. A tall and slender figure approaches slowly the campsite of the Chosen. The gentle patter of hooves on the grass and its height identifies it immediately as a centaur. He stops some twenty feet away from the group and removes the hood of his well-worn travel cloak. His mane is white as if dusted with ash, and his eyes are dark and deep, gleaming with reflected light of the nearby campfires.

There is a moment of silence, and then the stranger starts to count something off on his fingers.

"Hornhead, hornhead, furball, kin, yet another furball... Two are missing, it would seem? Firekindler's Gift was this quest..."

Louder, he says:

"I seek those who hail from under different skies, but all follow the Smith and the Brawler. It is my duty to speak to their chief."

Brahmah (hps 93/93) 
Monday January 23rd, 2006 10:43:43 AM
Brahmah feels great. "Thank you friends for the healing."

"Arrange the watches Zeoll. I'll see to the stranger." He situates the badge on his armor that the satyrs had given him and moves forward.

"I'm Brahmah, Captain of the Chosen of Domi."

"I like Alemi as well." He adds, smiling. "Which gift would you like? We have several things."


Ban Maeve  d20+7=19 d20+2=21
Monday January 23rd, 2006 7:28:18 PM
Quite recovered after the prompt first aid provided by his friends, and happy that they seem to have arrived at their destination, the golden wemic tries to grab Flat-Top in a headlock (Touch Attack vs AC 19). Missing his grab, Ban Maeve settles for ruffling up the centaur's mane.

"First or last watch for me" he volunteers as he sets to work making camp. When the stranger approaches Brahmah, Ban Maeve stops what he is doing and moves in to flank the leader of the "Chosen of Domi." His lips spread to show the newcomer his pointed yellow teeth (Intimidate=21) as the captain speaks his greeting.

Zeoll  d20+11=26
Monday January 23rd, 2006 9:57:04 PM

Zeoll nods and counts on his fingers, perhaps echoing the stranger's words. "Ban and I will take firrst watch. Flat-top and Brrahmah, the second. Gecktarr and Torros, the thirrd. Okay with everrybody?"

Zeoll is very curious about the stranger, but leaves him to Brahmah for now.

Zeoll is also itching to go down to the camp and see what news he can hear. He asks the fauns if it is safe. If they thiink it is, and if no one objects, Zeoll and the fauns will poke around, talking with strangers, looking for gossip, news, and such.

[OOC: Gather Info check 26 to find out anything in general and stuff about the auction in particular.]

DM Bob & Carla 
Tuesday January 24th, 2006 8:13:35 AM
Ban Maeve engages Flat-top in some 'horse play' before settling in beside Brahmah who opens the conversation with the stranger. Zeoll arranges the watches and then accompanies Thalpius in a stroll around the glade. They encounter some familiar faces from Pullman's Crossing, the dwarves, a group of witches, and a rather surly looking trio of humans.

Not all the campfires are welcoming. At least one or two greet them with a "shove off" However, they do discover that the first viewing will be at sunrise and the auction will be held shortly thereafter. The beholder who is running the auction is called Flyth and he has hired a small troupe of ogres as guards. They are noted to be particularly effective at their work.

The sky grows darker and one by one, the campfires dwindle as those that tend them retire for the night.

Brahmah 
Tuesday January 24th, 2006 9:23:28 AM
"Which gift do you require?" He repeats. "I'd like to be sure its something you need." He smiles.

Zeoll is much more knowledgable about the diplomacy thing, why did he send him to do watch shifts. Sigh.

Flat-top 
Tuesday January 24th, 2006 9:58:08 AM
"Hold It! for a minute Ban," Flat-top points to the new Centaur on the sceen. "We have a visitaur here. Let's go see who he is??"

Flat-top advances to the new Centaur, he stand there in all his 8'6", he is a piebald, dark skin with white hair, main and tail. flat-top look every inch a fighter. he gazes the atranger with ice-blus eyes.

Now he moves next to Brahmah, just in case the Captain need him. Hi! There stranger, I'm called Flat-top!" Flat-top extends his hand, if the stranger shakes his hand (He'll know if this stranger is a fighter,or if he's a magic user??).



Winterglade 
Tuesday January 24th, 2006 3:16:36 PM
The stranger approaches the group, his legs moving with natural grace as if he was dancing to some unheard music. From close up his face reveals him as a youngish fellow, whose brow must have been exposed to sun and wind for quite a while. His mane is as white as milk, without a single speck of other color. The folds of his cloak part for a moment and reveal links of a silvery armor on his chest. A very large shield is strapped to his back, yet no weapon other than an unremarkable dagger hangs at his side.

Flat-Top is much taller than the centaur and as the two shake hands he finds himself looking down at stranger's face. There is no remarkable strength in his grip - his hand is all bones and sinews, as if it has been mummified.

"Brahmah, the Captain. Chosen. It is I, Winterglade, son of Strawmane the Cursed, grandson of Sanddancer New Moon, child of the Windwalker Tribe, who greets you. You and yours are Sevenstars' Quarry. I have travelled long to find you. Seven follow you, I was told, and yet I see only five?"

"No gifts I desire. One you shall receive from me, should your identity be proven true in the eyes of the Brawler. My purpose with you is twofold, but first I would ask for your words to be judged by the Wielder of the Hammer."

The centaur's hand disappears in the folds of his cloak and emerges with a small silver medallion crafted to resemble a tiny shield.

"Are you really Brahmah, Captain of the Chosen? Will you let the power of the Brawler pass over you as you answer?"

Then the stranger notices Ban-Maeve's grin, looks him briefly up and down, stopping for a moment to admire his yellow teeth, and then turns back to Brahmah. "Look not, but a heap of grinning halitosis stands like a shadow behind your shoulder. Do strangers always excite it so? May I be so bold as to advise: fixing it might do wonders to its temper."

Ban Maeve  d20+13=18
Tuesday January 24th, 2006 8:54:03 PM
The grin freezes on the broad shouldered liontaur's face. The wemic's large golden eyes narrow as he fixes the newcomer and the red-gold of his tawny mane bristles at the insults cast his way. The light of nearby camp fires glow on the highly polished leather armor tooled with various protective symbols and clan markings.

"Captain!" growls Ban Maeve, "surely this one speaks of Tomi, ant yet he tries to traw us into conflict with taunting worts and talk of tests!" Ban Maeve moves forward until he is even with Brahmah, his tail twitching with nervous excitement. "Coult he be in liege with our enemy?" The wemic does not address the centaur directly, but rather defers to the leader of the Chosen as he continues his study of the newcomer. (Spot=18, to notice any recognizable symbols on his gear or tatoos on the centaur's body.)

Zeoll 
Tuesday January 24th, 2006 11:17:58 PM

The liontaur is surprised to hear about this. Aren't ogres and beholders supposed to be villains? He listens for any stories of cruelty or unfairness.

back at camp, he raises an ugly question with his friends -- if there's an auction, we need some cash, or magic items, to pay for it! Anyone got extra?

Zeoll also waits for Brahmah to finish welcoming the newcomer ... or proving himself, as the case may be. The druid/bard is looking forward to greeting this person, who (Zeoll intuits) is clearly a new Chosen.

DM Bob & Carla 
Tuesday January 24th, 2006 11:45:40 PM
With Flat-top and Ban Maeve as reinforcement, Brahmah asks Winterglade to explain himself. The stranger lists his pedigree and proceeds to pledge a boon should the captain of the Chosen of Domi prove worthy. Meanwhile the young centaur, Winterglade, and wemic, Ban Maeve, face off.

Toros and Gecktar are quiet as they take in the unfolding drama. Working together the taurs finish setting up camp. The minotaur wonders if the party will be able to afford the item they seek.

Zeoll circles the glade eventually returning to the northwest corner with Thadius and Thalpius as the night sky spreads its blanket of darkest blue-black. The same question that plagues Gecktar, on his mind.

Welcome to our newest player, Marcin!


Toros 
Wednesday January 25th, 2006 12:02:02 AM
It seems that having exhausted the whole day, Toros is already sleeping in a corner, and missing all the fun, if he is not waken up.

Gecktar 
Wednesday January 25th, 2006 4:27:45 AM
The face of the newcomer seems familiar to Gecktar, as if he has already seen him. He realizes that this should be another Chosen, Domi send them to help them for the upcoming test. "Welcome stranger, I am Gecktar Cadeqa, servant of Domi as you can see" he says while showing the holy symbol on his chest. "May I offer you a place around our little campfire so as you tell us what bring you to us."

Then he whispers to Ban "Calm friend, forgive his harsh words, don't let this misunderstanding spoil your first meeting. Do you want something to drink ?" he says while gently taking Ban by the shoulder and bringing him near the campfire. "Maybe hot wine, if you promise me to not abuse it." he says with a smile.

Flat-top (AC 22 96/96 HP) 
Wednesday January 25th, 2006 7:39:48 AM
Flat-top put's his body between his friend Ban and the nwe commer Winterglade, "Hold it! Friend Ban listen to Friend Gertar! Remember, once a long time ago we were All Enermies. Now Domi showed us that we are all Brothers."

Now Flat-top turns to Young Center, "As for you, my young Colt. You have a lot to learn, Domi has made your path to us for a reason! That is to learn what his wishes are, That is to unite All The Taurs! Now come and sit by the fire and start learning. Now go with Captain Brahmah, he's our leader."

Now as the young Center leaves with the Captain, Flat-top turn to his friends (Gertat and Ban)"Did you say something about Hot Wine?".

Winterglade 
Wednesday January 25th, 2006 8:42:25 AM
No visible tatoos adorn the centaur's body. His gear is bereft of markings or symbols of allegiance - aside from his silver amulet resembling a shield.

[Knowledge:Religion check DC10 Highlight to display spoiler: {One of the symbols of clergy of Domi, emphasizing protection}]

The centaur rolls his eyes. "Char's Temper! You tried to threaten me with your teeth, furball. On the Plain a brawlstarter it is. If you do not desire to get wet do not relieve yourself against the wind."

"I clarify. A letter I carry, entrusted to my care by a cleric of the Smith. To Brahmah, Captain of the Chosen it is addressed, and none but the Chosen may read it. Such is the first part of my task."

"This Brahmah I know not, but a short cant, a simple prayer can reveal the hearts of those willing to submit to its power. The Brother of Brawler among your ranks" - Winterglade nods to Gecktar -"will know it."

The centaur holds out his shield and invokes a few melodic words. A gentle wave of warmth passes briefly over those nearby him, leaving behind faint tinkling sensation.

[Spellcraft DC17 to identify. Will DC17 to resist, if desired. If identified/not resisted Highlight to display spoiler: {Zone of Truth}]

"Now, yet again I ask, for I must be sure before I fulfill my duty. Are you truly the Chosen?"

Brahmah 
Wednesday January 25th, 2006 12:58:00 PM
Brahmah waves off the Chosen. Places his hand on Ban's shoulder and passes a glance at Gecktar.

"That's a mighty impressive title friend." He smiles. ""

"I am Brahmah, I am the Captain of the Chosen and I don't take kindly to folks who challenge my Honor or my friend's Honor. I speak truth when I choose to who I choose."
His smile fades quickly. "You question my Honor again, I will kill you, messenger or not."

"You need no spell to know I'm speaking truth."

"Now, if that note is for us, I will have it now. If you refuse to willingly hand it over, we'll take it... after." There is a solemn but impatient tone to his voice, like perhaps he's done this sort of thing before.

Zeoll  d20+1=14 d20+9=22
Wednesday January 25th, 2006 8:14:07 PM
Zeoll looks at the newcomer's amulet (untrained knowledge check 14) and is glad to recognize it. But all that is not as important as the alarm the liontaur begins to feel at the growing confrontation.

He steps in before it goes too far.

"By yourr amulet I see the sign you follow, newcome Taurr -- that of the brrave lorrd who made ourr rrace in ages past. Yourr magical prroofs are mysterrious to me, but they matterr not [though Zeoll does not try to save against them]. I need no morre convincing."

[Sense Motive check 22 to verify the centaur's good intentions.]

"Come on, frriends! Put yourr prride aside forr a moment! If we cannot give a fellow Taurr the benefit of the doubt, how can we everr hope to brring peace to ourr people!"

"Look at his shield -- it is the sign of Tomi. Listen to his words -- he claims Imod as his lorrd. If his worrds and signs arre confusing, then sense what is in yourr hearrt."

"Come, Chosen of Domi! grreet this Taurr as brrotherr!"

Zeoll walks close to the centaur, stepping between him and the other Taurs. He offers the centaur the hilt of his greatsword, on which Zeoll places his hand.

"By this sworrd, blessed by Domi, who touched this weapon herre and herre with his own hand in the flesh, I place my hand on the same place in orrderr to speak these worrds:

I am Zeoll, Student to Shaman Frrith, Warrriorr to Prride Nonowla, Son to Clan Aene, and Chosen of Domi. Herre with me stand otherrs faithful and devoted to the same sacrred serrvice: Flat-top, Gecktarr, Torros, Ban, and Captain Brrahmah the faithful. If my hearrt serrves me trrue, then Tomi himself sent you to us, and so you arre most welcome!

Zeoll looks at his brother Chosen with a look that says: Welcome him or else!

By the way, Zeoll is a medium-large liontaur dressed in the fashion of those who live in the center of Liontaur Isle, that is, in leathers and homespun, not in the silks of the great liontaur merchant clans. He wears leather armor and a beautiful cloak that looks like it is half-way embroidered with a stunning pattern. His greatsword he usually carries on his back, and at his side, he carries a rod in a sheath. A drum hangs on a strap to one side. A traditional totem bag hangs around his neck, and by this and by the beads and feathers woven in his mane one might tell his clan as well as his professions -- both bard and druid.

Ban Maeve 
Wednesday January 25th, 2006 9:24:08 PM
Unmoving, his eyes on the newcomer as he uses his magic on the Chosen, Ban Maeve says nothing. He says nothing, but his ears are open to the counsel and chastisement of his friends.

Others step between him and the centaur, and he takes his hand off his weapon. His shoulders slump and his posture sags. It had been a hard day. He had nearly died. Ban Maeve licks a paw, and unconsciously starts to rub at a bit of matted fur behind one ear, the fierceness gone from his countenance.

Let Brahmah, our leater, tiscern the facts of the matter, he thinks, I wonter what news the letter holts?. The liontaur will retreat towards the camp, add a log to the fire, and wait for the promised wine.

DM Bob & Carla 
Thursday January 26th, 2006 12:05:03 AM
Tensions are diffused somewhat when Gecktar and Flat-Top step in to intercede. Wise words are spoken by the minotaur with the tanned skin and liquid brown eyes. The pie-bald centaur redirects Ban Maeve's energies repeating words oft spoke, that all taurs are brothers at heart. The eyes of the satyrs' Thadius and Thalpius brighten at the mention of 'wine'.

Brahmah, growing impatient, identifies himself to the messenger. Zeoll, wishing to avert a crisis employs diplomacy and confirms to the young centaur named Winterglade that he has, indeed, located the adventuring group known as The Chosen of Domi, naming each of his companions to the newcomer.

Winterglade confirms for himself that the group are those he seeks, although their somewhat scruffy appearance doesn't quite live up to the mythology that is developing around their name. But then, how long has it been since they have been gone from their beloved keep on Bridge Island!

The messenger holds the letter entrusted to him. It is addressed to the captain of the Imod's Own and is signed by one named Markab. The name is recognizable as that of a young centaur cleric who had sought asylum on Bridge Island shortly before the party had escaped with the unitaur children.

(OOC: Who amongst the Chosen is literate? In what languages?)


Gecktar  d20+7=18 d20+8=18
Thursday January 26th, 2006 3:25:39 AM
Gecktar smiles at Flat-Top words. "Yes, I'd talked about hot wine, my friend.... I've lost almost all relations with my family since... Well that's not the subject, but I remember one thing from my mother : how to prepare hot wine. I don't think we have all spices here to make the real recipe but, I will try to do something..."

Gecktar then prepares some wine, warm it on the fire pouring in it some herbs the Chosen may have to add some flavor.

OOC : speak and read Common, Tauric and Celestian

OOC : Gecktar recognizes the holy symbol of Domi and identifies the spell cast.

Flat-top 
Thursday January 26th, 2006 7:20:07 AM
Flat-top stand there watching the new Centaur and the Captain talk, To Zeoll he ask "I hope that the Captain thinks of our children we had to hide! I don't quite trust this Taur, I have a feeling that we will be call back to the Keep. And you know what will happen then? DEATH TO US ALL or one great big fight.
Oh! Yess! I almost forgot??" Flat-top put's his hand into one side of his saddle bags, drawing out a medium size pouch, then give it to Zeoll, "Here is some gold (about 3,000gp), if you need more I have another pouch
, it's for that map we need so baddly. I was saving the gold for an upgrade of my Tattoo of Healing."

Flat-top Speaks Center, or Taur and Common.

Brahmah 
Thursday January 26th, 2006 8:34:14 AM
[OOC:: Brahmah can read/write Common and Minotaur. However, like most taurs, has a passing familiarity with Tauric. (In fact, Brahmah used to have the Tauric language prior to a character conversion/modification.) It could be said he might have picked up several words in other languages too when he was a sailor. He worked with dwarves and humans mostly though.]

"Its word of home?!" He says excitedly, forgetting his anger almost entirely.

Winterglade 
Thursday January 26th, 2006 9:49:08 AM
The young centaur, having confirmed that he is handing the letter to the right person, nods solemnly after he hands it to Brahmah.

"A word given, a promise fulfilled, a quest completed."

He witnesses Zeoll's declaration in silence. His expression becomes puzzled when the history of the sword is revealed.

Then he pushes himself unceremoniously into the ranks of the Chosen around the campfire.

"Ah, sour mood, anger, hurt feelings, a death threat and several cases of indigestion brewing up. Winterglade is talented in bringing the best out of everyone around."

"The Brawler indeed chose to intertwine your way with mine, although through another's hands. Markab, the one who wrote the letter, pleaded with me to swear that I will accompany and aid you until the matter described in the letter is resolved. At the time I knew not how my help can be of any use, yet now it becomes more and more clear. Rejoice, for you shall be blessed with my company for the time being. Such is my second purpose with you."

"So, you would trust a stranger on his word of honor, or because he carries the mark of the Smith and knows how to speak pleasant words? Hazelmane's Riddle it is how you manage to stay alive."

[Glade reads Common, Centaur, Taur, and Sylvan.]

Toros 
Thursday January 26th, 2006 7:27:58 PM
Toros is still in his deep sleep and sweet dreams, not hearing what is going on around at all...zzzzzz

OOC:

Welcome Marcin and Winterglade!!

Toros is literate, knowing common and tauric

Ban Maeve  d20=4
Thursday January 26th, 2006 9:07:53 PM
His eyes slide over to Winterglade, and then to Flat-Top. Ban Maeve tries to read the newcomer's expression (Sense Motive=4) when the generous fighter hands his gold over to Zeoll, but can detect nothing special in the stranger's demeanor. "For our common goal, the map and the swort!" he says, whispering the last as he hands over a bulging bag containing 1000 GP. "It is almost all of my worth," and with a toothy smile he pockets the remaining 5 GP, and change.

Before the wine is passed around the ranger/sorcerer passes a hand over it mururing a few words of magic (Prestidigitation) to enhance the drink's flavour.

Zeoll 
Thursday January 26th, 2006 10:21:09 PM

[OOC: Zeoll is completely illiterate, but he knows Read Magic and Comprehend Languages spells, and I have played that those grant him literacy enough in a pinch. A Dm would be more than welcome to reinterpret that use of those spells, though!]

Zeoll is glad that things are calmer, and he waits to hear someone read the letter aloud.

Zeoll also collects 3000 gp from Flat-top and 1,000 from Ban. He stows it away very carefully. He also kicks 700 gp into the pot, leaving himself only with a little change.

DM Bob and Carla 
Friday January 27th, 2006 12:06:40 AM
The taurs gather around the fire and Winterglade is made to feel welcome, though the centaur worries about the easy trust of his new companions.

Brahmah reads the letter from 'home' aloud to all. It warns that Vargas knows of an arcane map that shows the secret hiding place of a mighty sword. That the leader of the Will of Marteus seeks the map and has forseen that once in possession of the sword, his power will grow. He, and his minions will destroy all that the Chosen have worked to achieve. Markab bades the party return to Hearthold Keep as soon as Domi permits. The community thrives, but the threat of racial tension is ever present in the seas around Bridge Island.

Zeoll gathers the combined wealth of the Chosen and puts it away for safety in anticipation of the auction.

Thadius and Thalpius drink too much wine and soon join Toros in dream-land. Their snores keeping time with the deep rhythmic breathing of the Wemic.

The fire is banked in order to produce a steady warmth throughout the night and Ban Maeve and Zeoll take the first watch while the others seek out their blankets and bedrolls.

All roll Spot and Listen for your watch.

Flat-Top and Brahmah take second watch and Gecktar and Torros third watch as suggested by Zeoll. Winterglade must decide if he, too, will keep a vigil.



Gecktar  d20+3=22 d20+3=17
Friday January 27th, 2006 3:33:17 AM
Zeoll, I have more money than every one comnbined. I almost have more than 20,000 gp equivalent of money so don't fear about it. I intended to buy some magic with it but if it could serve our duty I will spend them."

After a good meal, Gecktar take place in his blanket around the fire and try to sleep.

(OOC: Listen 22, spot 17 with darkvision)

Winterglade  d20+5=19 d20+5=6
Friday January 27th, 2006 5:29:29 AM
Winterglade, who is accustomed to sleeping very little, spends about two hours of the early evening quietly dozing off, standing upright while asleep (like horses do), his hands folded on his chest and his entire body wrapped in his cloak. The rest of the night is spent thinking, looking at the sky, humming quiet tunes from his land and occasionally moving about the camp [Listen 19, Spot 6].

At the break of dawn he stretches, yawns, and departs from the group, running away into the woods at full speed. He is back about an hour later, visibly refreshed [standard selection of spells].

"Wake up, sun shines in the sky. Too much wine, too little wind in face. Lying down makes body weak."

"Little I know of your quest, only what I gathered from your talk and the letter. Enough to guess what you be here after, though. I have seven hundred gold, should you find yourself in a pinch. However..."

He lowers his voice.

"Winterglade has been thinking. Only those who know the item for what it is will bid, no? What if they believed the chart to be replaced with a clever forgery, a ploy to drain their resources, to send them after Sevenstars' Quarry? Would they bid then as high as they intend now? Can you spot them in the crowd? What if two indiscreet taurs were to have a talk a bit too loud somewhere nearby one of them? No lies, of course - just some comments vague enough to plant a seed of doubt?..."

Flat-top  d20+7=26 d20+6=19
Friday January 27th, 2006 7:43:38 AM
Flat-top leans against a tree, dosing off untill it is his turn to go on Duty with the Captain. He ask Brahmah,"Well! what will we do? Go after the map? or go back home? And you know what awaits us there."

After his watch Flat-top dozes off and on for the rest of the night, But he did see Winterglade go off some where in a big hurry?? "I wonder where he's going in such a hurry??
Then about an hour or so He (Flat-top sees the new commer all clean, hair and main comb, his body brush as well, even his hooves were polish??) "Oh! By THe Hammer of Domi! He went and PREEMED himself."

OOC: Listens 26 - Spot 19.

Brahmah 
Friday January 27th, 2006 2:28:56 PM
"This whole letter about Vargas could be a ruse to gather us home. The Isles could already be under his control. It wouldn't be above Vargas to use dishonorable tactics."

He sighs. "Even the newcomer may have been decieved. It's hard to know what to do."

"I deeply want to return home, but there will be no home if Vargas gets his black hands on that map or sword."

"We must complete the Reunification of Races, even if we die trying."

"We have been exiled from the isles for awhile now. How can we be sure to get there safely? When last we left, the Keep was under seige. How can we know it still stands?"

He looks at Winterglade. "What assurances do you have that your not a minion of the Will of the Idiot God sent here to steer us down a false path?"

Brahmah's watch stuff (additional post)  d20+10=23 d20+10=21
Friday January 27th, 2006 2:30:06 PM
(Spot 23, Listen 21)

Toros 
Friday January 27th, 2006 8:42:49 PM
Feeling refreshed after sleep and meditation Toros greets Gecktar, and stay on the watch...

(From my earlier post: spot 26, listen 17)


Zeoll  d20+9=29 d20+3=16
Friday January 27th, 2006 9:47:36 PM

"Huh! Gecktarr, you arre amazing!" says Zeoll to the news that his friend has so much cash. "You know, if you want to pay half prrice forr yourr magic items, I may be able to make them forr you. What arre you interrested in?"

He says to everyone, "I think any money contrributed by a Chosen to the auction must be rrepaid out of parrty trreasurre as soon as we get some!"

He thanks the newcomer for his offerr of 700. "That's all I have, too," he says. "I hope that we will not need it forr long. Usually, by the grrace of Tomi, we seem to luck into a hoarrd when we need funds."

Zeoll's eyes sparkle at the idea the new centaurr proposes. "You know," he confides in his new comrade, "when I firrst began my adventurring carreerr, I was young and idealistic. Neverr speak ill of anyone else! Neverr lie! Those werre the prrecepts I lived by. But since them I have learrned thrrough harrd experrience that therre arre grray arreas indeed forr one can explorre in one's philosophy -- even one who still accepts a strrong devotion to the Brrawlerr, as you call him, and follows His Hearrt."

"Which is my rroundabout way of saying that I will help you sprread a spot of disinforrmation about that item in the morrning. We sufferr the rrisk of incrreasing interrest in that way, not to mention attrracting the enmity of ourr many-eyed host forr making false accusations of inauthenticity, but what is life forr if not to take chances in a good cause!"

The letter holds little relevance for the liontaur. "We knew that, essentially. We know that Varrgas seeks the sworrd. We know that we need that map so that we can find it beforre he does. I wonderr if anyone herre rreprresents that foul taur. We must keep safe and verry secrret ourr half of the map!"

When he hears Brrahmah's fear that the newcomer may be an agent of deception, Zeoll's smile wrenches into a wry grimace. "Please do not be offended by the Captain," he tells Winterglade. "He has experrience to back up his suspicions. In the past, the God of Filth has sent agents into ourr midst to spy and worrse. I can vouch forr that because *I* was the trratorous agent! Against my will the Sick God manipulated me. So suspicions arre naturral."

"By the way, I believe I have now thrrown off the effect of the god, but I would say that. Please do keep an eye on me and speak up if you everr suspect me of anything!"

With that, and sporting an expression of wry dismay and amusement, Zeoll goes on his watch.

On look-out, Zeoll is alert -- Spot 29! A natural 20! -- and keen of ear -- Listen 16.

Flat-top 
Sunday January 29th, 2006 10:42:20 AM
Flat-top goes to the new Centaur, Get's him aside, to talk to him. "Brother Winterglade! I too would like to tack a bath in the stream, But I cannot, I have to wait a little longer.

Now If some one notice how clean you are, groomed and polish. And our enermy sees you with us, looking out of place. They will see that we are the Chosen, they will try to kill us, because of the price on our heads.

Brother in Arms, You don't want us killed before we get the map? Do You?" He ask Winterglade in a very friendly tone. "I would advise you to start to like you belong with us. Get a little mess up and a little dirty??"

Ban Maeve  d20+13=14 d20=1
Sunday January 29th, 2006 7:52:38 PM
Ban Maeve prowls the outskirst of the small camp set up by the party in the far corner of the clearing. He keeps a lookout (Spot=14) but the thoughts that rattle in his head result in inattention and the wemic hears nothing (Listen=nat. 1!)

The liontaur is both nervous and excited about what the next day will bring. He wonders what interesting magics might be up for sale at this auction or sale.

He is slightly suspicious when the centaur runs off into the woods and mysteriously appears an hour later. He shrugs his tawny shoulders at Flat-Tops explanation.

DM Bob & Carla  Watch d3=2 R1 d20+14=21 d20+23=24 R2 d20+14=32 d20+23=34
Sunday January 29th, 2006 8:32:24 PM
Ban Maeve and Zeoll pass a quiet watch and wake Flat-Top and Brahmah when it is their turn. During the second watch the captain is sure he hears something, but his eyes can not pierce the darkness to discern who or what is just beyond the encampment. The minotaur and centaur are joined by the newcomer, Winterglade. Brahmah cautions the third watch, and during their turn Toros points to a dark shadow moving just beyond the trees, but Gecktar and Winterglade are unable to confirm the citing.

At dawn Winterglade disappears, but returns an hour later looking refreshed. This rouses the suspicions of some in the party who wonder if the stranger might be a spy sent by Vargus to infiltrate the group. However Flat-Top offers Winterglade a few tips on how better to blend in with the group, and Zeoll confides somewhat of his checkered past to his new friend.

The area comes alive with the sounds and smells of the day's first meal as the various groups camped in the glen prepare for the morning. Down near the mouth of the cave a ruckus breaks out in one of the encampments. The dwarves appear very upset and one of them is shouting something about their jewels being gone. They are demanding to search the neighboring camp sites for signs of their missing treasure.


Brahmah 
Monday January 30th, 2006 4:57:40 AM
Also waking around dawn, which is normal for Brahmah, the ranger tracks the centaur and watches for signs of decept. Finding none, he decides not to kill the newcomer outright. Rather, he decides to make ammends.

"Glade, can I call you Glade?
Zeoll is right. I have suspicions of many people.
When one comes in talking pretty and using fancy words, it reminds me of lies I've heard in the past."

Winterglade 
Monday January 30th, 2006 5:11:53 AM
Brahmah wants to be sure that the centaur's identity is really what he claims it is, and Zeoll apologizes for Captain's suspicions.

"Offended? No, Winterglade is not offended, he is glad. My wisdom seems to be rubbing off on you, for no longer you take a stranger's word for granted. I have no proof of my identity other than my word, but you can make sure it is sound. Gecktar, Brother of the Brawler, will know a way, lest he is but a novice in the ways of the Smith."

"I would have you ponder something, Captain. Should not the one who wants his word accepted without doubt on pain of death also be ready to take other's word without question? If he doesn't, either he deems himself better than any other, or his logic is flawed, no?"

"Glade? Yes, it will do, I suppose, especially in a fight, when there is no time for long names. Can I call you Bra?" The centaur blinks, nothing but innocent question in his eyes.

"Zeoll, child of Nonowla, Winterglade is wary of gray areas, for black, too, is a shade of gray... Yet I have learned that a twisted mind, upon hearing a purest truth, will often lie to itself... Winterglade says <Might be interesting to hear what the poor bugger's master has to say when he realizes what has been brought to him>; Winterglade smirks - and in a suspicious mind pure truth will start casting shadows. No falsehoods Winterglade had in mind."

"Flat-top, kin, every day at the break of dawn Winterglade spends an hour running in the wild, wind in face. He needs this to prepare himself for the moments when the Smith chooses to act through him. Winterglade gave his word and will try to fit in, even if he is asked to use extreme measures, like foregoing bathing. If it helps, he can even get a price on his head."

When the commotion at the dwarven camp breaks out and the party learns what it is all about the centaur says: "Uh oh, do you think what I think? Better search the camp."

Toros 
Monday January 30th, 2006 12:57:58 PM
Having slept early and all night, it is surprising to find Glade among the other Chosen in the third watch. "Did I miss a lot, Gecktar last night?" asks, hoping to be introduced to the new comer by the cleric.

Then a dark shadow lurks around the campsite... which he quickly relates to the news about the disappeared jewels from the dwarfs' site. Could this be that shadowy figure, whoever it was, responsible for that!?!?

Ban Maeve  d20+7=18
Monday January 30th, 2006 11:21:09 PM
Ban Maeve wakes and studies the sky to determine what kind of day it might be (Knowledge Nature=18). His attention is is woon drawn to the commotion and he makes a move in the direction of the noisy camp, when he hears Winterglade's admonition. "Our golt!" he asks, looking to Zeoll. "Our golt for the purchase of the map! Is it safe?"

Zeoll 
Tuesday January 31st, 2006 6:11:55 AM

On hearing the news -- theft in the night, shadows around the camp -- Zeoll has two suggestions. First, Captain Brahmah should look for tracks around the camp. Second, a thorough check of possessions is in order. Zeoll makes sure that all is as it should be -- he hopes.

He says to Winterglade, "Frriend, do you still want to trry to sow some suspicion of the prrovenence of the item we seek to buy? I worrry that therre is alrready too much hostility in this gatherring."

When he has a chance, probably as Winterglade is running, Zeoll prepares his spells for the day:

0: Guidance x2, CMW, Mending
1: Faerie Fire, Produce Flame, Entangle
2: Fog Cloud, Gust of Wind

DM Bob & Carla 
Tuesday January 31st, 2006 8:06:28 AM
Morning is a welcome sight to the taurs. One day closer to their goal, and the other half of the map almost within their grasp. Winterglade slowly finds himself accepted by the group. The shadowy figures of last night and the ruckus caused by the dwarves is disconcerting to a number of the party, and a quick check of their possessions is called for.

Toros, Flat-top, Winterglade, and Brahmah find nothing amiss, but Zeoll and Gecktar find signs that someone has tried to gain entry to their packs during the night...a strap on Zeoll's pack has been cut by the sharp blade of a knife, and one of the straps on Gecktar's pack has been loosened.

Winterglade 
Tuesday January 31st, 2006 11:18:07 AM
The young centaur introduces himself to Toros, treating him to his whole lineage and exhibiting his usual charm and warmth.

When Ban Maeve shows concern about gold Winterglade rolls his eyes and says: "Gold gone missing, I did not suspect. I feared to find more than we had just yesterday."

"Let us drop the misinformation idea, then. Enemy capable of sophisticated plans would not easily fall for a simple ruse, I am afraid."

Gecktar 
Tuesday January 31st, 2006 11:48:38 AM
Gecktar looks at his bag "I fear what I am going to fing in my bag... he says while searching into it and checking his possessions



Brahmah 
Tuesday January 31st, 2006 3:07:46 PM
Deadpan, Brahmah responds to Glade. "No, Captain is fine."
Still pondering the question, rolls his eyes, then asks Glade his own question with a flipant tone. "If someone is better than another, wouldn't it be logical to assume someone else is flawed? What is better? Is it average? Then in that case, what is average?" He looks at the newcomer. "I've had this same philosophysical discussion before. Gives me a headache."

He drops the discussion. "What is it you do? Let me be clear I guess. How can you help in combat? In diplomatic situations and the like? We have no mysteries in the Chosen.

I am a tracker, fighter, sailor and Leader.

Flat-top is a fighter, sailor, morale booster and womanizer.

Toros does many things and is very useful all around.

Zeoll is the voice and the reason, our balance.

Ban is realitively new and I'm still getting to know him.

Gecktar is a holy warrior.

Most all of us are spellcasters in some manner.

We all revere Domi and his followers, and his children."

"We are expecting to gather a few new Chosen soon. Our ranks are low. Many Chosen are on walkabout gathering forces, but they haven't been heard from. Flat-top and I are the old-timers in the group."

Flat-top 
Tuesday January 31st, 2006 3:30:52 PM
Flat-top smiles at brahmah mentioning His "Womanizing", he smiles telling Glade, "Yes! I like the ladies, BUT only if they can dance !" then under his breath 'one way or another.'

"And yes about you? what can you do? Magic? Fight? or Try to Charm the enermy?" He ask with a grim.

Toros 
Tuesday January 31st, 2006 5:49:51 PM
Having being introduced, Toros eagerly listens to what Glade tells about himself. And Yes! "Having more money rather than less" would be the bigger trouble, however still, not hiding his anxiety, the liontaur waits what Gecktar and Zeoll finds out regarding their belongings.

Zeoll 
Tuesday January 31st, 2006 9:54:27 PM
Zeoll pretends to be offended by Brahmah -- "The old timerrs! Ha! I was Chosen long beforre you, oh elderr Captain!" Zeoll's words are belied by his wide grin. "Just because I took a couple yearrs off dead doesn't mean I'm not an old-timerr too!"

Zeoll takes on a more serious demeanor. "Yes, I'm a casterr. At the beginning of encounterrs, if I manage to fascinate or delay the enemy, please do not attack! Instead, use the time to buff yourrself orr flank. And if I charrm an enemy, go along with it so that we can worrk it to ourr advantage."

"But time is wasting! We have to go check out the items up for auction! Come on, everrybody!"

Flyth's Cave


DM Bob and Carla 
Wednesday February 1st, 2006 8:04:24 AM
The introductions, continue as Brahmah and his team talk of their own personal capabilities and inquire the same of Winterglade. There is a brief moment of panic as the tampered packs are discovered, but no belongings appear to be missing. Perhaps the vigilance of those on watch deterred those responsible from completing the job. [OOC you guys posted some pretty effective spots - Drat!]

Zeoll encourages the group to make haste and attend the viewing prior to the auction. Indeed there is already the beginnings of a lineup to gain entry to Flyth's cave. Two burly ogres guard the entry and tower over the throng of potential buyers. "Leave your weapons at the door...Leave your weapons at the door!" the larger of the two ogres repeats this as if a mantra and points the way to a smaller cavern that opens up to the right of the main passage. Two goblins staff the small room and exchange weapons for small tokens, each bearing a unique symbol. A matching token is affixed to each weapon or bundle of weapons.

Flat-top 
Wednesday February 1st, 2006 8:50:00 AM
Flat-top Arrives at the cave first, start to put his weapons in a pile. He opens his cloak taking the Morning Star drom around his neck, the the Long Sword (Taursize) from behind his shield, next come the Cross Bow from his belt. But never daid anything about his special mithral horse shoes! hopeing that they will not be notice?? Also he cannot take them off (mostly.

Flat-top tell one of the Goblins "Take Care of these Weapons, They are very Special AND Expensive!!" Then it's on to the next room.

OOC: Flat-top will watch as to what Glade has for weapons (if any).

Winterglade 
Wednesday February 1st, 2006 10:51:16 AM
As the group walks towards the cave Winterglade replies:

"Me? I am but a stone that the Smith fancied to pick out of the Great Plain and cast on the road. Haven't had much rest ever since, poor Winterglade did. Hazelmane's Riddle it is why he ever bothered to take me; sometimes I wonder if it wasn't better for both of us if he looked for someone else..."

"Winterglade's talents are many. He is a healer, both of flesh and mind. When the Brawler sees fit he works power through Winterglade's hands. I am an adept advisor, too, never loosing my cool head. I am a Windwalker; gold against copper that I can outrun any of you on any distance you care to choose. I can also start a bar brawl in less than a small hourglass."

The centaur pats his chest, where the shield medallion is hidden under his cloak.

"I can also perform what the furball was kind enough to describe as buffing. I myself don't draw blood, though. Never did, not going to start now."

As the group apporaches the cave the centaur hands over an unremarkable dagger that looks more like a tool than a weapon. "Anything goes missing from our deposit, my good fellow, and you will have a thornbush growing out of your rear till the end of your days." - he mentions cheerfully to the goblin.

As the party enters the big cave, however, he lowers his shoulders and head, visibly unnerved, as if the whole weight of the stone overhead rested on his shoulders.

Brahmah 
Wednesday February 1st, 2006 1:45:11 PM
The Captain of the Chosen doesn't leave the goblins with any doubt.
"You lose my father's Falchion and I'll be wearing you as a hat!" He smiles and deposits his weapons, his falchion, kukri, bow and long sword.

He adds. "Aw yes, if the weapons end up on the auction block, I'll be wearing you as a hat."

Ban Maeve  d20+13=17
Wednesday February 1st, 2006 2:51:18 PM
Ban Maeve grins his toothy yellow grin as he hands over his weapons. He doesn't feel he needs to add any threats to those of his comrades. Waiting for the ogre to hand him a token he leans in next to Flat-Top and flexes his paws, baring his claws. "These are all I neet," he says in a low growl.

The ranger, who also knows a little bit of magic, looks past the ogre to see if he recognizes any of the weapons being stored or if any resemble the item the party seeks. (Spot=17)

(Longbow, Falchion, Throwing axe

Toros 
Wednesday February 1st, 2006 8:31:02 PM
"You guys go ahead, it will take some time to leave all my stuff behind" says Toros, while he hands in all his weapons, at least the visible and tangible ones, to the keepers.Actually it is not as difficult as it looks like, as they are all well-packed, but the Taur also is taking time to look around, or some chance to learn something interesting.

Zeoll 
Thursday February 2nd, 2006 1:27:34 AM

Zeoll really hates to give up his greatsword, but decides that it would be safer if he did not make a fuss. He hands it over as casually as he can and takes a ticket.

He enters and starts to look over the items for sale. It occurs to him that there might be other items worth buying as well.

Gecktar 
Thursday February 2nd, 2006 3:27:25 AM
Gecktar follows the group giving all his weapon to the goblin requiring them. There is the hammer he usually wields in combat, a silvered dagger and a long bow he rarely use.

Gecktar adds nothing thinking that the Goblin wouldn't care of one more threat as they should have one per person who leave their weapons here.


DM Bob & Carla 
Thursday February 2nd, 2006 9:52:40 AM
The taurs reluctantly leave their weapons at the door and enter the main cavern, but not before imparting a few threats towards the goblins at the weapons check, as the ogres stand impassively nearby. They seem unmoved by any of it, perhaps already threatened many times over by all those who have preceded the Chosen.

The passageway to the main cavern slopes downwards quite steeply but a makeshift rail has been put in place for the occasion and there should be no problem making your way forward.

The main cavern itself is huge and stretches away from the passageway in an irregular 'S' shape, slightly wider in the middle than on either end. The lower walls have been worked smooth over the many years of the eye tyrant's occupancy and small side caverns have been carved out of the limestone.

Torches light the cavern, bracketed to the wall every 15-20 feet and a small army of ogres maintain watch over the proceedings. The walls are decorated with an array of weaponry arranged with artistic flair; swords arranged in circles their blades like the spokes of a wheel, crossed axes, and rows of javelins flanking intricate shimmering tapestries. Under each of these groupings is a parchment card with a number underneath. Flyth's other belongings are arranged for viewing on tables, benches, and chairs placed along the outer walls. Some of the items are apparently to be auctioned singly, while others are arranged in lots.

A glance into the first side cavern reveals what looks to be some sort of office. Wooden cases containing vials and jars stacked haphazardly at the entry appear to have blocked any from venturing within. A glance within reveals a large study table on a raised dias of sorts. A large intricately carved chair is positioned at one end of the table. A lantern on the table casts a dim light on the walls which appear to be finely crafted wooden shelves bearing an enormous load of books. Another wall of cubby holes if stuffed with rolled parchment scrolls. Baskets and chests are scattered along the perimeter of the room. Those that are open reveal more papers. Some are mere scraps and others large tubes of rolled parchment.
An ogre close on the heels of the group grunts, "Move! Make room! as a quartet of excited halflings tries to squeeze by the party.




Winterglade  d20+5=22 d20+5=11 d20+1=5
Thursday February 2nd, 2006 10:39:01 AM
"Our fair host has some kind of two-legs confidant, Winterglade thinks. Hard to imagine a beholder trying to squeeze its round ass into a chair."

"Well, off to work it is, then."

Winterglade trots off, nimbly choosing his way among the prospective buyers as if he was doing some kind of complicated dance. "Would you care to move out of way of mine, dear little squeezeable halfling? Whoa, terribly sorry for stepping on your toe, mister ogre. I am sure the toenail will grow back. Look fellow, no need for anger, when you stand behind a centaur you get slapped by a tail, it is a fact of life..."

In general he just keeps his eyes and ears open [Spot 22, Listen 11], but he is also eager to pick up any gossip that might come his way [Gather Info 5]. Should he learn anything of interest he shares it with the rest of the party. He is keeping an eye open for any paperwork put up for auction, though he tries not to be obvious about it.

Brahmah  d20+10=25 d20+10=24
Thursday February 2nd, 2006 12:26:30 PM
The minotaur steps politely out of the ways, allowing the ogre to continue.

He keeps his eyes out for anyone who might be or might look like Vargas and his Fools.

(Spot 25, Listen 24, +4 for centaurs and +2 for humans)

Flat-top  d20+6=24 d20+7=23
Thursday February 2nd, 2006 5:07:25 PM
Flat-top is getting hungry, after all it's been a hour since he had something to eat. He serches his betl pouch and come up with two apples. "Brother Glade! want an apple?"

Flat-top eats away, bit looking around in case of trouble.

Spot for trouble 24

Listen for trouble 23

Zeoll (HP37 of 69 AC12)  d20+9=25
Thursday February 2nd, 2006 9:52:57 PM

Zeoll asks the ogre if the content of the office are up for auction. If so, he'll enter and search for a half a map that matches the group's map. If not, he'll just look throught the labelled lots for the same thing.

Oh, and Zeoll keeps his hand on his money and his eyes on potential pick-pockets ... like those halflings that are "squeezing" too close. [Spot 25]

Gecktar 
Friday February 3rd, 2006 3:24:44 AM
Gecktar protect his possession so as nobody will be able to steal them.
He roams along the stands and looks at all miceleanous item scattered in the cave. He begin on one side and patiently examines all things until something catch his eyes.

Of course he is looking for the second part of the map but if he could find some useful item he will certainly buy it if he can afford it.

(OOC what kind of item could we find here ?)



Toros  d20=9
Friday February 3rd, 2006 3:26:26 AM
Feeling a bit naked and light, after he left lots of weapon, Toros blends with others and tries to help Flat-top in his search for any trouble, generally four ears and eyes are better than two, right?! (d20, aid another, 9)

Brahmah 
Friday February 3rd, 2006 7:21:36 AM
The minotaur worries about not having his weapons, but knows there are several in the hall to choose from. The walls are teaming with 'em.

DM Bob & Carla  Secret DM Roll d20+12=30
Friday February 3rd, 2006 8:08:20 AM
The inside of the cavern is now quite crowded, what with displays of the beholder's belongings, the groups of potential buyers, more than likely a few pick pockets, and the troop of ogres providing security to the whole operation. Winterglade gets a few harsh looks from the halflings and does manage to elicit a grunt from one of the ogres as he manages to step on a foot in the confusion.

Flat-top scans his surroundings for trouble, but the crowds and the general hub-ub of the situation make it difficult. Gecktar and Toros make their way forward, keeping their eye out for paper goods and anything else of interest. What they discover is a virtual warehouse. Besides weapons and armor their are small carts with mining equipment, a rack of fine ladies dresses, cases of jewelery, cloaks, etc. [OOC make a search for a specific item you are interested in]

Zeoll steps to one side a and slips into the alcove filled with papers. The place is a jumble. (Zeoll should make a search check or spot)

Winterglade  d20+1=20 d20+1=21
Friday February 3rd, 2006 8:31:54 AM
"An apple? But of course! Fling it at Winterglade." The centaur catches the fruit gracefully over the head of a nearby ogre [Dex check 20]. Munching sounds come from his general direction, followed by a moment of suspicious silence. Later on, in the evening, an unlucky dwarf will find an apple scrap in his hood.

Once he is done with the fruit, Winterglade will search the items on display at the main hall, looking for any kind of map [Search 21].

Flat-top  d20+6=21 d20+7=16
Friday February 3rd, 2006 9:26:02 AM
Flat-top eat's the whole apple, seed and core alike, after all He is hungry. Now he drops a couple of road apples, telling a halfing to be careful, he cannot help the call of nature.

But he does keep his eye open (soot 21) and his ears open (Listen 16) for trouble. But if trouble does happen, thank goodness he still has his horse shoes (+1 each mithril shoes)


Zeoll  d20+2=9 d20+10=12
Saturday February 4th, 2006 12:43:45 AM
Zeoll says two quick prayers (casts two guidance cantrips) and looks around for the paper they seek.

His untrained Search is a 9. His spot is a 12. Bleck! Bad luck!

Ban Maeve  d20+2=12 d20+13=29 d20=11
Sunday February 5th, 2006 6:45:36 PM
The wemic moves through the cave with his comrades, checking out the nooks and cranies for interesting things. When Zeoll slips into the alcove, Ban Maeve stations himself nearby and keeps watch for anyone (or anything) suspicious.

Search=12
Spot=29
Listen=11

Brahmah  d20+10=20 d20+10=15 d20+5=8 d20+8=19 d20+5=24
Sunday February 5th, 2006 7:15:19 PM
Looking for maps, scroll cases, topigraphical books, tomes, or anything else that might contain scrolls or parchment. Possibly even old survey maps or algricultural surveys. (In his background he was a farmer for a time.)

He will also keep his eyes open for anything nautical. Compasses, ship blue prints, harbor maps or even old captain's log books. Personal interests of Brahmah's he hasn't had much time for recently.

(Spot 20, Listen 15, Search 8, Knowledge Geography 19, Profession Sailor 24)

Toros 
Sunday February 5th, 2006 7:20:49 PM
Toros should have missed something about this auction, while he was sleeping or something; so he is more like wandering around rather than having a conscious purpose to be here as others that he realizes...

DM Bob & Carla 
Sunday February 5th, 2006 8:49:57 PM
Brahmah leads the group down the right hand side of the cave. The flickering light of the torches casts a mysterious glow over the intriguing items set out for display. The leader of the Chosen notices two wooden chests reinforced with metal bands. The lock upon the one that is closed has an obvious nautical motif. The open one is filled with a treasure; necklaces of solid gold dripping with gems, ropes of pearls, jeweled combs and ornaments. Sitting like a great egg in a golden nest is a glass sphere 8 inches in diameter. The minotaur remembers once hearing of an orb that could be used to call forth all manner of weather, and yet offered it's owner protection from inhospitable conditions. Brahmah's experience leads him to believe he has found an Orb of Storms.

Toros and Gecktar follow their leader. The wemic and minotaur are dazed by the confusion in the place and have trouble focusing on the task at hand. They wander past Brahmah and happen upon an alcove full of magical armour.

Flat-Top and Winterglade decide a snack is in order. The newest member of the party makes a neat disposal of his apple core, however the pie-bald fighter seems to be spoiling for a fight, and rather impolitely soils the floor of the cavern. Outraged cries start up, then there is silence as the crowd parts and Flat-Top finds himself eyeball to eyeball with a big, ugly, yellow brown skinned fellow covered with dark warty bumps and long unkempt greasy hair tied with bits of leather, bone, and metal fragments. The ogre thrusts a shovel at the centaur and grunts in Common, "Clean up or get out!" There is a huge great club in his other hand. The curious crowd makes space for the centaur and the ogre.

Zeoll doesn't see much beyond the light cast by the lantern on the table, but what he does see piques the liontaur's curiosity. As Ban Maeve watches the hallway of sorts, Zeoll slips into the alcove in hopes that it might contain that which the party seeks. "What are you doing here?" comes a voice from the periphery of the light. "I say! Where is that brute of a guard?" A middle aged gnome, his fair hair streaked with grey and pulled back and tied with an outlandishly large black velvet bow squints up at the wemic, through silver rimmed spectacles perched on a prominent nose. A white high collared shirt is the only relief to his restrained dark garb. Black cutaway coat over knee breaches, black hose and black leather shoes with fancy silver buckles. "Right, now. Here for the auction?" The middle aged gnome looks the wemic up and down. "You are looking for something? Perhaps I can help?" Zeoll is able to see a ledger book in which the gnome has been documenting the contents of the room.

(OOC: Winterglade, Brahmah, and Ban Maeve would be able to see and hear the commotion caused by Flat-Top. Toros and Gecktar Listen Check 10, and Zeoll Listen Check 12 to hear anthing of what is happening.)

Flat-top 
Monday February 6th, 2006 5:11:43 AM
Flat-top look at the Ogre, then down at the road apples. "OH! Did I do that? I'm Sorry (said Flat-top, as he grab the shovel) You see Sir! That when a center has to answer the call of nature, he does not feel any erge to do so, he just goes. (scrape-scrape- Shovel) There! Where do you want me to put this little supprise?" ask Flat-top, With an inosent look on his face.

Zeoll  d20+3=11 d20+20=38 d20+11=31
Monday February 6th, 2006 5:48:52 AM

Zeoll doesn't hear anything, but his nose might tell the story his ears missed! [Listen 11]

Zeoll bows to the gnome. "This is an amazing collection," he tells the demi-human. "Yes, I am herre forr the auction. I am a collectorr of antiquities, especially of maps, sketches, and worrks of arrt. The many pieces of parrchment and vellum I saw in herre spiked my interrest."

Zeoll compliments the gnome on his organizational skills and sartorial taste. He engages the gnome in conversation and subtly tries to pump him for info on the auction's host, the circumstances that brought about the auction, and the gnome's role in this. [Gather Info 31, a nat 20! Woot!]

"Good sirr, it is clearr that you have taken a catalog of the contents of this alcove. Could you help me find any items that might suit my parrticualarr prreferrences?"

[Diplomacy check 38]

Winterglade 
Monday February 6th, 2006 6:51:37 AM
Winterglade casually trots over to Brahmah. "I found nothing. Any luck?" Then there is the commotion around Flat-top. "Ooo! Ooo! Look, an ogre! Winterglade loves those!"

Once the brute is done conversing with Flat-top the young cenatur approaches the ogre, taps him on the shoulder, and says in a hoarse whisper, nothing but innocence in his eyes:

"Excuse me, <cough> good sir. I be looking for friend, a small two-legs. Her name is Mab Rain. <cough> Could you please call out for her?"

Toros  d20+5=8
Monday February 6th, 2006 7:27:29 AM
All these fancy stuff attracts almost all his attention that Toros does not even hear what he would definitely open his eyes and listen in other times. (listen 8) Well, he could do some shopping here, recently especially the bard/cleric(/barbarian) has been eager to enrich his scroll portfolio... For curiosity, he also looks for the available selection of potions and philters...

Gecktar  d20+3=21 d20+1=14
Monday February 6th, 2006 12:10:02 PM
Gecktar turns his head when he hears about quarrel Flat-Top nearly began... Seeing the situation is now as normal, he turns back to what he was admiring... 'These armr are beautiful' he thinks... 'but this is not the subjet of our quest' he turns to look around and search parchments...

(OOC listen 21 ; search 14)

Ban Maeve  d20+2=4 d20+13=31
Monday February 6th, 2006 7:16:50 PM
Ban Maeve's chest constricts when the ogre confronts his friend. The wemic is unsure how the hot-headed centaur will react. When Flat-Top accepts the shovel, Ban Maeve lets out his breath in relief.

When the fighter passes him by, he speaks out, "return this way, ant we will explore this cavern together. We must keep our eyes open for that which we seek if we are to achieve our goal, and return home."

The wemic will wait for Flat-Top to come back and then will wander down the cave towards Toros and Gecktar, checking out the items and looking for anything that looks like the missing half of the map.

Search=4
Spot=31

Brahmah 
Monday February 6th, 2006 10:13:11 PM
"Orb of the Winds. How much?" He asks outloud.

DM Bob & Carla  Flat-Top=1, Ban Maeve=2, Toros=3, Gecktar=4 d4=4 Sleight of Hand d20+15=29
Tuesday February 7th, 2006 1:07:10 AM
Figuring that discretion is the better part of valor, Flat-Top accepts the shovel from the ogre and stoops to scoop. On his way back from disposing of the refuse, the centaur links up with a relieved Ban Maeve and they venture deeper into the cave, soon joining Toros and Gecktar as they move past the magic armor to one of the farthest corners of the cave. This section of the cave is becoming quite crowded .

Flat-Top, Ban Maeve, Toros,and Gecktar roll Spot Check vs. DC 29 Highlight to display spoiler: {to notice a halfing in a plain brown cloak bump into Gecktar, roll away and hand something of to another before disappearing into the crowd.}

"If ya' have ta' ask, ya' can't 'fford it," volunteers a red bearded dwarf as he slips around the minotaur and hefts the 6 pound artifact in one hand. "Put it down, Roogar, that's not what we're here for," announces a dark haired woman of Amazonian proportions. The dwarf returns the orb to its golden nest, and turns his back on the chests. As the large woman makes to join him she shoots a quick look at Brahmah. "48,000 GP new, but I'd wager you could get it for less," and then she is gone.

The gnome glows under the lavish compliments from Zeoll. The charismatic wemic learns that the gnome has been working as an accountant and auditor cataloguing and valuing Flyth's libraries. Zeoll learns that the current inhabitant of the cave wishes to relocate from the Culverwood, to an island somewhere, the gnome thinks, and must raise capital for it's purchase. "You will find works of art throughout the place," volunteers the gnome waving a hand, but if it is letters, rare books, and maps that interest you, then you are in the wrong place altogether!" The gnome brushes past Zeoll and stands just outside the alcove waving at the opposite side of the cavern. "Go all the way down the other side, past the cloaks and boots, after the wands and rings."

"She lost? Mab Rain?" asks the ogre, scratching his greasy hair and looking at Winterglade a puzzled look in his eyes. "See chief and me ast him if he seen Mab Rain. Horse-man wait." With those instructions the ogre moves off up the cave against the flow of traffic.

Brahmah 
Tuesday February 7th, 2006 3:38:31 AM
"That is expensive. What else is there?" He looks through the chests and the few other things. He continues to look.

Zeoll  d20+1=8 d20+9=22
Tuesday February 7th, 2006 5:30:37 AM
The liontaur listens, fascinated, to the gnome's tales. He thanks him profusely for the directions, and heads for the place the gnome indicates.

As he walks past, he notices Brahmah, and overhears the Taur's complaint about price. He says to the Captain in Tauric, "Brrahmah! This is an auction! If you like something, then starrt the bidding forr such an item low, at, say, for this item, five thousand. If you arre outbid, then fine, let anotherr pay morre. If you arre not outbid, then you will have a barrgain!"

When he gets to the new place, Zeoll looks around. Search 8, Spot 22. Maybe that will help him see a salesperson!

Winterglade 
Tuesday February 7th, 2006 7:16:43 AM
Winterglade manages to keep a straight face while the ogre walks away. Then laughter comes out of his nose. <Snort> "Hee hee hee..."

The centaur trots away and joins the rest of the group.

"Winterglade says, buy what we need, and invest the rest of gold. Could bring tidy profit at the Catacombs." The cenatur looks around, and decides to follow Zeoll. "Hazelmane's Riddle it is to me where the blasted thing is. Any luck yet?"

Flat-top  d20+6=25
Tuesday February 7th, 2006 7:41:09 AM
OOC: Spot 25 not good enough.

As Flat-top walks along with Ban, Toros and Gertar, he ask His friends "What's the matter with you Taurs? Do you think that One Lone Center can fight a cave full of Orgers?? I had to protect you people. BUT I did want to sock Him one in the nosering!"
Flat-top walk along not noticing anything. looking at the armor and weapons, BUT everything is too small for a Centaur.

Gecktar 
Tuesday February 7th, 2006 1:39:38 PM
Gecktar move along the cave and looks to cloaks and rings, before going to parchments store.

(OOC no chance to beat the spot DC...)

Toros  d20=12
Tuesday February 7th, 2006 7:51:23 PM
"Right, Flat-top, I am with you."

Aid Another check: 12>10, giving Flat-top +2 in his spot check

OOC: Couldn't two different players give separate Aid bonuses? If so, one another successful Aid Another check would be enough to make Flat-top reach the DC 29 for the spot check, wouldn't it? We just need one more d20 over 10. Ban, Gecktar, why not give a try and roll one!?

Ban Maeve  d20+13=33
Tuesday February 7th, 2006 11:25:10 PM
"Hey! Hey!" shouts Ban Maeve, "Gecktar! Watch your purse!" The ranger's sharp eyes spot (Spot=33, nat. 20) a halfling in a brown cloak bump into Gecktar, then hand something off to another.

"Stop! Thief!" he calls pointing in the direction taken by the halfling.


DM Bob & Carla 
Wednesday February 8th, 2006 12:02:29 AM
Zeoll collects Brahmah then cuts across the cavern to the left hand side explaining the purpose of an auction to the leader of the Chosen. Winterglade is happy to tuck in behind the wemic as he leads the way down the passage past the cloaks and boots. The rings and wands beckon the magic users, but Zeoll leads on, weaving a path through the crowd towards the alcove containing the rare books, letters...and maps!

Full of bravado, Flat-Top regales his friends with talk of what he would do if he caught that ogre alone, without his friends to back him up. Bearing no love for the creatures, Toros backs up his friend. Ban Maeve calls out a warning to Gecktar, and draws the attention of the ogres on guard. There is a commotion as the guardsmen converge on someone or something. The crowd parts in front of the party, and two ogres approach. One, his fist wrapped 'round the brown cloak, holds a dangling halfling in the air. "Me thinks he has summat of yours," grunts the second ogre, pointing at the halfling with his great club. "Give 'im a shake, Joe."

The first ogre gives the halfling a shake, and a few items tumble to the ground...a signet ring, two leather purses, a wand, a few coins, and a pouch Gecktar recognizes as the one in which he keeps his spell components.

Though the Chosen of Domi are split into two groups, they can make out each other across the crowd. Zeoll, Brahmah, and Winterglade are in front of the alcove holding letters, books, and maps.


Brahmah 
Wednesday February 8th, 2006 1:15:17 AM
Better keep an eye on my valuables. He thinks to himself. I wonder if any of our weapons are going to be stolen? Were those goblins SUPPOSED to take them? He looks around to see who, other than security, has weapons.

"Check your purse Glade. You too Zeoll." He checks his purse. If he still has it, he'll place it around his neck and tuck it into his armor. If not, he'll simply report it missing at the top of his lungs. (ie Shouts "Thief!")

Winterglade  d20+1=13
Wednesday February 8th, 2006 4:58:34 AM
The young centaur glances casually over his back, checking if the contents of his bags are still there. He is not particularly worried about his gold, as he keeps it in the pockets of his pants.

Switching to Tauric, he whispers: "Probably not a good idea to be too excited should you find what is needed. Mayhap pick something that looks like it, first, start bidding, and see who joins in?"

Not really knowing how the first part of the map looks like, the centaur can't do much but help the one who is going to rummage through the alcove, so he just keeps track of which niches and shelves have been already searched [Aid Another to Search: 13: successful].

Gecktar 
Wednesday February 8th, 2006 5:55:41 AM
"Oh !" he says surprised by the call of Ban.

As the ogres take care of the thief he come close to them. Seeing the component pouch he says, "Ah ! Yes, this is something that belong to me."
"The other things should belong to other in the crowd. Maybe could you make an annonce that some stolen object are now retrieved..."

He takes the component pouch "Thank you for you vigilance" he says to the ogres.

Coming back close to Ban "Thank you for you sharp eyes my friend. I've seen nothing..."

Flat-top 
Wednesday February 8th, 2006 9:08:11 AM
Flat-top ispluging along, when he hears "THIEF!" Bass voice of Captain Brahmah. His head twist from side to side yells "WHERE? WHERE?" Then he sees that the oger has a halfling in hand, and talking to Gecktar.
Flat-top makes his way over to them, "Every thing alright here?" When every thing is right with the party, He'll do the samething with his money bag, pulling the string tight and putting his gold aroung his neck, after all the rest of his gold is in there.

OCC: Winterglade, since when do Centers wear pants? They have saddle bags but no Pants??

Toros 
Wednesday February 8th, 2006 9:18:28 PM
Toros rushes to the place of incident...

"Gecktar, are you all ręght?!"

"Ban, you are great! How did you see that little thief!! I did not notice anything!"

Zeoll  d20+3=22
Wednesday February 8th, 2006 11:55:36 PM
Zeoll searches the parchments-for-sale area with a sharp eye and Winterglade's help [Search 22! Woo hoo!]

But he is curious about how a centaur wears pants! He sneaks a covert glance when Glade is not looking.

Zeoll tries to remain cool as he searches.

Ban Maeve  d20+2=14
Thursday February 9th, 2006 12:10:48 AM
Ban Maeve grins with fierce pride. Ducking his head in a bow, he purrs, "glat to be of assistance to my frients!"

The wemic wonders what will become of the halfling, but doesn't stick around to find out. Instead he spots Zeoll and the new centaur with the captain and heads over to the place where they are. When he sees what is contained in that part of the cave, he starts to help with the search. (Search=14)

DM Bob and Carla 
Thursday February 9th, 2006 12:57:14 AM
"No! No!! Please! Don't give me to the eye tyrant!" The halfling's cries echo in the cave until they are muffled by the heavy hand of a guard and the unfortunate is hauled off to his doom. The crowd is silent for a moment and then the noise of many excited voices starts up once again and moves in unison towards a raised stage built against the rock wall at the center of the cave.

Brahmah sees that no one in the crowd bears a weapon, or at least no weapon that is visible. He checks his purse and cautions his team to do the same. Flat-Top and Winterglade check the contents of their packs and purses while Gecktar retrieves his purloined pouch. No one finds anything is missing. As Winterglade suggests strategy, the bidding begins...

First up for sale, Lot #1, a Figurine of Wondrous Power, comes a voice from the stage. " Toss this remarkable likeness of a griffon to the ground and watch as it becomes a living creature who obeys and serves you! Do I have 1000? An openening bid of 1000 GP? You...the tall wizard in the purple cloak, 1000 GP...do I have 1200 for the bronze griffon?"

Toros and Ban Maeve catch sight of Zeoll and lead the others over to the alcove containing books, letters, diverse historical and geographical documents, bundles of letters tied with string, some with ribbon, some still bearing bits of broken sealing wax. The Chosen of Domi paw through the documents looking for the missing half of the map that will show them the hiding place of the magic sword. The sword that threatens to destroy all that they have worked so hard to achieve! Winterglade opens tubes and boxes, examining the contents before showing them to Zeoll and Ban Maeve who try to hide their excitement at the veritable treasure trove of parchment. Searching the shelves that line the alcove, Zeoll looks up and sees a dusty wooden box, high on a shelf (about 12 ft. up from the ground.) The writing on the side is an elegant ornamented script that reads...

Misc. Collection Chorography--Incomplete Charts & Maps


Toros 
Thursday February 9th, 2006 2:13:30 AM
While following what his friends are doing, Toros also enters the auction with 1,200 gp, raising his hand visible enough to the stage...

Winterglade  d20+1=9
Thursday February 9th, 2006 5:12:23 AM
Winterglade is wearing Bill's Pants of Plenty, which, as a magical item, resize to fit any wearer. It does look strange on a centaur, covering his human half from waist down and the front one third of his horse half, ending right at the hip joints of his front legs. There is a row of buttons on the back of the pants so that the thing can be taken off. Winterglade usually keeps them covered with his cloak.

"Is the box sealed? If not, better check if what we need is inside."

The centaur's voice drops to a whisper. "The competition, should it lose the auction, is bound to try to retrieve the chart. Might be useful to have a decoy."

Winterglade browses through the scrolls and maps, looking for something labelled <A map of unknown territory> or <an unindentified map> [Search 9, was that good enough?]. Should he find something with a suitably vague description he will unroll it, study it for a moment, then gasp and jump up with excitement, showing it to others. Then he will roll it up and run over to the stage, waiting impatiently to hand it to the person running the auction.

Zeoll  d20+1=5
Thursday February 9th, 2006 7:23:09 AM
Zeoll hearrs the auction starrt, and thinks that 1200 gold is a great price for the figurine. But he bets the price will go higher. Meanwhile, he keeps looking, and sees the box.

Zeoll whispers nonchalantly to Winterglade, "Can you rread, my new frriend? What is the wrriting on the side of that interresting box?" Assuming Glade told him, and then spoke as posted above, then Zeoll says, "Is therre a lot numberr on it? And yes, let us look for otherr maps to buy."

Zeoll especially looks for maps of the Taur Isles (Search 5! Used up all my luck last turn!) He wonders how to get the box down without making a fuss.

Flat-top  d20+6=17 d20+7=24
Thursday February 9th, 2006 8:27:44 AM
OOC Flat-top can hear better than spoting anything.

Flat-top Look at the pants that Winterglad is wearing, "Really? You can Put any thing in them? Maybe I should look into a pair next time I go to the Catacumbs?"
Flat-top thinks twicw about it, then tells the group, "Nah! It would not work out for me, If I had pair of those pants, And meet a pretty fillie, then taking off my pants. She'd run away in fear??"

Flat-top continues to serch the pile of papers.

Brahmah 
Thursday February 9th, 2006 12:08:24 PM
"Maybe I should sell the longsword and a few other things to make some extra gold? I'm sure they don't take trades!" The minotaur sighs, wishing he had thought about cash prior to the damned auction thing.

Ban Maeve  d20+9=27
Thursday February 9th, 2006 11:12:56 PM
Ban Maeve looks at the box singled out by Zeoll. Quietly he moves up to the shelf looking for a box or ladder or something that will help him reach the box. If not he will try to climb the shelving, hoping it can bear his weight (Climb=27) and pass the box down to his companions.

DM Bob & Carla 
Friday February 10th, 2006 12:13:03 AM
"Sold! For 8000 GP! to the enchantress in the blue robes!" The auctioneer holds up the next item for sale, a shining helm of brilliant silver and polished steel set with large gems. "Do I have an opening bid for this helm? 1000 GP?"

Several items go on the block, and are briskly and efficiently sold off. (Wisdom Check vs DC 10 Highlight to display spoiler: {to figure out that most of the items are going for about 80% of the price they might command at a regular distributor such as the Catacombs)}

Having tried to sneak in a bid for the figurine, Toros settles in to watch the bidding. Brahmah is interested as well, and laments his lack of cash. (Toros and Bramah Spot vs DC 12 Highlight to display spoiler: { to see a tall figure standing in the shadows on the other side of the cave. Torchlight glints off what might be gilded horns, or perhaps a strange helmet. The rest of the large individual is hidden by a dark cloak.) }

Winterglade and Flat-Top discuss the merits of pants while sifting through documents. The newest member of the Chosen shows Zeoll a few yellowed parchments suggesting the party might show a general interest in maps the better to keep the curious at bay. Ban Maeve retrieves the mysterious box and passes it to his friends. Gecktar watches as a goblin accompanied by an ogre guard retrieves a large crate containing mostly letters, but also a few pieces of loose parchment with sketches of machines and inventions and brings the lot up to the stage.


Gecktar  d20+3=16
Friday February 10th, 2006 2:51:47 AM
Gecktar reazlizes that some good affairs can be done here. He will keep an ear open for protection devices or maybe items that could highen his wisdom.

During that time he continue to roams among the stages. The chosen should be careful, because if their enemies are after the map they should have followed the Chosen and outbid over the map if they should discover it... Or maybe just wait until they buy it and ambush them outside...

They should be careful...

Winterglade  d20+5=17
Friday February 10th, 2006 6:14:51 AM
[Wis check 17]

Winterglade reads the label on the box to Zeoll, then rises an eyebrow. "You can't read? Tsk tsk tsk. Winterglade does his best not to engage in Stoneheaver's Folly, but sometimes it is hard."

To Flat-top he replies: "Of course she would run away. The chase is half the fun. Winterglade doesn't believe you never managed to catch up."

"So, how do you want to run this? I say we start off with a few random maps, maybe see if anyone is interested, keep them guessing which one is real. Is what we need inside? You need to check, Winterglade won't recognize it."

Flat-top 
Friday February 10th, 2006 10:35:29 AM
Flat-top has found a book, Title "Every Male's Dream", Flat-top has this silly look on his face as he half listens to Wintergalde is telling him.

Flat-top looks up "HUBBA! HUBBA! Glade take a look at this!" Flat-top hands the book to his new friend. Points to the page he was intrested in.

It's A life size drawing of a Nude Female Center.

Brahmah  d20+2=22 d20+10=29 d20+10=29 d20+10=20
Friday February 10th, 2006 11:09:11 AM
(Wisdom 22, Spot 29, Listen 20)
Brahmah is keeping an eye open for moneylenders or payday loan officials. ;)

Brahmah isn't in need of helms or the like, he's looking for maps and that sort of thing. The frosty longsword is the one item Brahmah can do without, though it may come in handy soon.

To see the figure in the shadows (Spot 29, 31 if human, 33 if centaur). The ranger very slowly approaches the shadows. Deep down he hopes its Kale, returning to the fold, but somehow he knows he won't like the person already.

Toros  d20=14 d20=9
Saturday February 11th, 2006 4:06:03 AM
"Waoww, the prices are good here! Almost %80 of the Catacombs... We should buy something from here!" Toros, coming from a merchant family, continues his interest in the auction. (wisdom, 16) Still his ear and hand is at the auction, the Taur also notices the figure in the dark and follows Brahmah to see a bit close. (spot, 14)

Zeoll 
Saturday February 11th, 2006 7:49:09 AM
The liontaur casts Read Magic and Comprehend Languages, compensating for his natural deficit in the written arts. Then he looks through the box that Ban was good enough to fetch down.

Did the liontaur also find any maps of the Taur Isles? How about of the islands west and east of Liontaur Isle?

Bob & Carla 
Sunday February 12th, 2006 10:51:42 PM
The excitement of the auction seems contagious. Bids are yelled from the floor as the auctioneer weedles and cajoles more money from the crowd. His voice rises and falls above the din in an almost hypnotic fashion.

Gecktar notes that the current item for bid is an periapt of wisdom and the bidding has reached 11,000 gp. Flat-top is engrossed in a lurid book and notices little that surrounds him.

Zeoll rummages through the box retrieved by Ban Maeve and discovers 11 individual pieces of parchment, some badly wrinkled and dog-eared, others stained with dark splotches that might be either wine or blood. None of the parchments are complete, and each contains a portion of a map, although without the other parts, each map is rendered useless. Most of the maps are illegible to the illiterate wemic, the labels and place names nothing more than scribbles, but one map, a deeply stained parchment with one torn edge, has writing along the three undamaged edges. The writing is clear and the words speak part of an ancient tauric poem of deliverance.

Before they can examine it further, a squeaky voiced goblin squirms through the crowd. "Times up! Come along, I haven't got all day. This lots up for bid. You can read at your leisure after you win the auction."

The goblin gathers the maps and puts them back in the box before heading to the center of the room where the auctioneer continmues to elicit bids on the periapt, now at 12,000 gp.

Toros and Brahmah pick their way through the gathering crowd, trying for a better look at the cloaked figure. The going is difficult, but Brahmah in particular is sure that he caught a glimpse of Thalis Nythin, the right hand of Vargas. Before he and Toros can get any closer the crowd gathers in and their prey is gone.

Winterglade  d20+5=8
Monday February 13th, 2006 3:24:18 AM
The centaur takes a look at the book. "Feh! Come. An age of scrying and phantasms we live in. A mage can make an illusion so real you can not only look at it, but also - never mind, the auction is about to start, it seems."

Winterglade uses his height to look around, but sees nothing special [Spot 8]. "Sevenstars' Quarry they are. Point them out to Winterglade, can you?"

The centaur moves away from the crowd and seeks a secluded spot. Once the bidding on the box of incomplete maps starts he picks up a small pebble from the ground, casts a Silence spell on it, and places it in his mouth [emanation blocked for now, duration 6 min]. Then he approaches the auction block and waits to see who is interested in the maps. Once he spots him/them, he casually moves over to stand close to the one doing bidding [about 10 ft away].

Flat-top (AC 22 96/96 HP)  d20+6=24 d20+7=15
Monday February 13th, 2006 11:12:29 AM
Flat-top was suprise at Glade, "Really! A good wizard could do that? Might be worth buying the book.
Then the book was snatch away to be auction off.

Flat-top goes back to his job looking after the safty of the group. It does not take long for a centaur to forget something that's not impotant. He'll keep a watch on the crowed and listens for any hint of a enemy.

Spot 24
Listens 15



Brahmah 
Monday February 13th, 2006 11:23:23 AM
"Damn, forget it. Toros, gather the Chosen, but be descrete! Vargas' minions are here." The minotaur gathers his wits and finds a nearby corner to skulk in.

Once the Chosen are gathered, the Captain speaks. "The Minions of Vargas are about. We shouldn't spend our money on anything other than maps, tomes or the like... even if something is a good price!"

"I'm going to try to find a moneylender and trade in the frost sword and a few other things."

Gecktar 
Monday February 13th, 2006 11:46:41 AM
Gecktar was ready to annonce 12500 for the periapt when Toros rally him and asks him to join Brahmah in the shadowy corner.

Listening to the recommandations of Brahmah, Gecktar is happy to stay out o fthe auction for the periapt.

"I was sure of that. They have two ways of countering us, buying the map if they have more money, ambushing us after we bought the map and steal it to return it to Vargas...

I will try to open my eyes..."


Toros 
Monday February 13th, 2006 12:00:50 PM
Toros nods to Brahmah and goes to warn others, starting with Gecktar.

Ban Maeve 
Monday February 13th, 2006 5:34:04 PM
Ban Maeve watches as the goblin collects the box, his tail twitching nervously. The wemic tries to control his excitement. "That is the lot we must try to win," he says in a low voice so that only those in the alcove can hear. "Shoult we have one bit for us, or shoult we spret out and each try to outbit those who might try to purchase the maps?" Then, in an even quieter voice he whispers, "how high can we affort to go?"

Zeoll 
Monday February 13th, 2006 6:58:05 PM
Zeoll whispers to his friends that they found what they are looking for and it is about to be auctioned. The group has about 21,500 gp that Zeoll knows of, 20,000 from just one of the Chosen.

Zeoll frowns when he hears that Vargas's minion(s) are here. He suggests that Winterglade do the bidding, as well as some small bidding on other docs, because he may be unfamiliar to Vargas's people. Also, we should not obviously consort with Winterglade until after the auction.

Auction Fever


DM Bob & Carla 
Tuesday February 14th, 2006 12:45:13 AM
Brahmah sends Toros to gather the Chosen and then explains that regardless of the temptation, the party's resources should be spent on maps or books. Gecktar comes to the conclusion that their enemies may try to outbid them, or steal the map from them should the Chosen of Domi be successful at securing their prize. While Flat-Top stands on guard, Zeoll confides to Ban Maeve that the group has a little over 20,000 with which to enter the auction. The wemic suggests that Winterglade, unknown to Vargas' group, should bid for the party. This could prove difficult for the centaur with a stone carrying a Silence spell under his tongue!

The periapt sells for 12,500 GP. A rare deal for an item that would normally cost 16,000 GP!

"Our next item is a map by Lord Karlton Pobberington-Whyte III. It comes complete with all 17 volumes of "Journye to the Moones". This first edition set comes with the original map http://www.woldiangames.com/maps/wold/wold_map.htm Lord Karlton claimed to have drawn this map whilst floating many miles above the Wold, and that it was consequently the only entirely accurate map of the Wold ever drawn.

Do I have an opening bid?"

A middle aged gnome cloaked in grey calls out "100 GP for the set!" The price eventually rises to 1900 GP.

Going once....going twice..."

Spot vs. 12 Highlight to display spoiler: {to see Bilia, sorceress and party member of the Will of Marteus. Where Bilia is, her sister, the Wizardess Jilia is also likely to be.}


Gecktar  d20+3=21
Tuesday February 14th, 2006 3:13:46 AM
<i>"I agree with Zeoll, Winterglade should go for the auction alone. Being the newest, maybe he has not been cataloged as a Chosen yet."</i> says Gecktar.

Looking around he sees Bilia and adds for the Chosen <i>"Bilia is around here, friends, Jilia should not be far..."</i>

Winterglade  d20+5=12
Tuesday February 14th, 2006 3:53:24 AM
[Spot 12]

"Hmmph mph mmph!" - says the centaur and rolls his eyes [Sense Motive DC 15 to Highlight to display spoiler: {"Now they are telling Winterglade. So much for the Silence idea."}]. Then he swallows the small stone with some difficulty, praying that the pebble will have less trouble going out that it had going in.

He moves away from the rest of the party, though he strongly suspects that he has been already catalogued as one of the Chosen.

Then he strains his eyes to see if the box of incomplete maps is part of the "Journye to the Moones". If not, then he patiently waits for the box to be put on auction. If so, then he rises his hand and says: "Two thousand gold for the work of old Pobby!"

Brahmah  d20+10=14
Tuesday February 14th, 2006 3:57:39 AM
"Agreed. Glade should do the auctioning."

Brahmah then notices a map going up on the block and prods Winterglade to make a bid of 2000gp. "Glade, go, bid. 2000gp." He whispers.
"Oh, and no fancy stuff."

(spot 14)

If we can see them, they can see us. He thinks to himself.

Flat-top 
Tuesday February 14th, 2006 8:24:59 AM
Flat-top bends over as if to pick up something off the floor. But Telling both Zeoll and Winterglade "I only gave you half of my gold. I still have another 10,900gp on me. It is yours to bid with."

Then Flat-top straitens up with a little stone in his fingers, "No wonder, my hoof hurt, Look what I disloge from my shoe??".



Toros  d20=2
Tuesday February 14th, 2006 8:36:26 AM
Toros also finally recognizes the importance of this auction, and tries to provide help as much as he could:

"I also have some 5.500 cash handy. Moreover, I can provide a Philter of Disguise Self, so that any of us can change appearance, and join the auction when necessary without being recognized... What do you think of that?"

Toros is so concentrated with the auction that he does not recognize anything else. (low roll for spot check)

Brahmah 
Tuesday February 14th, 2006 12:02:18 PM
The minotaur looks for a moneylender.

Ban Maeve  d20+13=29
Tuesday February 14th, 2006 9:03:47 PM
The wemic is excited by the auction, but knows he can not participate since he gave over his funds to Zeoll for the party's common use. When he notices the wizard from the Will of Marteaus, he tries to regain his composure. "I wonter who else is here?" he murmurs. "I coult skirt around the etges of the crowt and search out others?" he suggests, looking to the leader of the Chosen for approval before taking action.

Zeoll 
Tuesday February 14th, 2006 11:15:16 PM
Zeoll is too nervous. He does his best to look nonchalant while he waits for the crucial lot to come up for bid.

He thinks Ban's idea is very good. Toros's idea is clever, but make sure no one is watching when you take the potion.

DM Bob and Carla 
Tuesday February 14th, 2006 11:51:34 PM
Prodded by Brahmah and Gecktar, Winterglade becomes the reluctant representative of the Chosen of Domi at the auction. Alas, magic continues to emanate from the swallowed stone, and radiates from the centaur's core. Complete silence prevails in a 20 ft. radius about the unfortunate. As the auctioneer passes his gaze one last time over the crowd, he catches sight of the cleric's raised hand.

"Sold! For 2000 GP! A first edition set of "Journye to the Moones" All 17 volumes, complete with the rare original map! Sold! To the gentle-taur with the white mane!"

Flat top confides to the group that he can kick in another 10,900 GP and Toros admits he has 5500 GP, bringing the party's reserves closer to 38,000 GP. The liontaur also volunteers a philtre that can effect a change of appearance on the one who imbibes it.

Gecktar mentions he has spotted another member of Vargas' group, and that there are likely others at the auction. Ban Maeve volunteers to reconnoitre the crowd to learn who else might be there from the Taur Isles.

On the horns of a dilemma, Brahmah seeks a money-man. In a shadowy corner of the cave he finds an ill looking character with bad teeth seated in a portable chair with handles sticking out to the front and the back. Two surly looking fellows look on, one leaning against the wall of the cave, the other seated on an upturned wooden crate as the minotaur shows the weapon. "Large, fine craftsmanship, and magicked. I'll give ya 1400 GP for the sword," says the man confined to the chair.

A nervous Zeoll watches as the goblin brings the box labelled Misc. Collection Chorography--Incomplete Charts & Maps and places it on a table near the auctioneer.

"With great risks come great rewards! Here we have a box of incomplete charts and maps. X marks the spot my friends! Unlimited treasure awaits he who can decipher the mysteries of these bits and pieces of parchment. Do I have an opening bid?"

A large cloaked figure partially obscured by a torch raises a thick furred arm in the air. "5000 GP!"


Winterglade 
Wednesday February 15th, 2006 5:02:24 AM
Winterglade sighs and dismisses the Silence spell. Then he finds himself a surprised owner of the complete set of 17 tomes of the "Journye". He wonders how it came to pass that, when he was examining the books put on auction, he saw the box among the tomes. Maybe the flicker of torchlight deceived his eyes. Well, this money will have to come out of his purse.

No matter. There is an auction to be won. He rises his hand and says: "Six thousand gold, but unlimited treasure better be there as advertised!"

Brahmah 
Wednesday February 15th, 2006 12:58:33 PM
"Get lost! The sword is worth at least five times that. I'm not stupid or desperate. I'll take no less than 7200gp."

He turns to Glade and prompts him to bid on the maps.

Gecktar  d20+3=18
Wednesday February 15th, 2006 3:18:05 PM
Gecktar looks around to see if there is another sign of Vargas team...
(OOC spot 18)

Flat-top (AC 22 96/96 HP)  d20+6=8 d20+7=16
Wednesday February 15th, 2006 6:27:12 PM
Flat-top is getting into the bidding, "Go! taur Go!".

Flat-top is hoping that they'll throw in the book he was looking at!. He does not see or hear anything but the auctionier.

Spot 8

Listens 16

Ban Maeve  d20+13=28 d20=19
Wednesday February 15th, 2006 9:05:58 PM
The wemic ducks his head in acknowledgement of Zeoll's endorsement and proceeds to scout around the edges of the crowd.

Spot=28
Listen=19

Toros 
Thursday February 16th, 2006 12:25:00 AM
The wemic follows Ban Maeve, unconsciously flexing his claws.

DM Bob & Carla 
Thursday February 16th, 2006 12:30:37 AM
"Heh! Heh! Heh! I see you know your weapons then!" cackles the ill-looking man in the portable chair. "Magicked times two it is, then!" The money-man rubs his grizzled chin, looking at Brahmah and then the sword in his hand. "6000 GP and not a copper more!" he offers, "I'm not the Catacombs you know!" Suddenly two large club bearing ogres descend on the pair. The porters seem to have disappeared. Pointing at Brahmah's weapon, one of the creatures asks, "how you sneak that in!" The other adds, "give it over! Now!"

The 17 tomes of Lord Karlton along with the rare map of the Wold are carried to the front of the cave where Winterglade can settle his account later, and retrieve the collection he has bought on the party's account. The Silence spell dissipated, the centaur finds his voice and makes a bid on the box of incomplete maps, cheered on by Flat-Top.

"7000...do I have 7000? 7000...8000...9000...10,000!"

The bidding continues. Besides the imposing cloaked figure in the shadows, and the Chosen there are others interested in the box of maps. A tall female half-elf in elegant mithril armour raises her hand. She seems to be bidding for a mixed group of well heeled adventurers. The wizard in the purple cloak who earlier purchased the figurine enters the fray as does a swashbuckling fellow with an outlandish curled moustache and a colourful bird on his shoulder.

"11,000...12,000...13,000...14,000. Do I have 15,000? "

Ban Maeve scouts the perimeter of the crowd, with Toros. Everyone is craning to get a look at the item inspiring the impassioned bidding and whispering speculations. The wemic catches a glimpse of a female centaur. He is pretty sure it is wizardess Jilia, and then she disappears into an alcove of the tunnel. Gecktar listens to the many voices of the excited crowd but hears nothing that piques his curiosity.

Gecktar 
Thursday February 16th, 2006 3:14:18 AM
Gecktar follows the rythm ofthe auction. It seems it is going too high... Sure there should be some interest in these maps if they are so numerous to bid for it.

They have to know more aboutall those auctioning. Gecktar rapidly casts Detect Evil spell and scan the assembly focusing on the one that bid for the maps.

(OOC previous post Gecktar was looking and not listen, no chance to hear anything in such a hubbub.)

Winterglade 
Thursday February 16th, 2006 3:58:15 AM
"Fifteen thousand gold pieces! Me shall not be outbid, no!"

"Enough to feed a small village for a year. Char's Temper is flaring all around" - he adds in a somewhat lower tone of voice.

Then he pushes his elbow into Zeoll. "Say, furball? See that party of two-legs over there? Winterglade wonders if they would agree to split the price halfsies? We take our missing part, they take whatever's left? Feeling like flapping that silver tongue of yours a bit?"

Zeoll  d20+20=24
Thursday February 16th, 2006 4:31:03 AM

Zeoll is feeling nervous and worried, as well as ineffectual, when Winterglade offers a great idea!

He dashes over to the female two-legger in mithril armor. "Excuse me, fairr miss," he says clearly but quickly. "Would yourr grroup like to split the cost for this lot with my grroup? We pick one from the box, you pick the next two, then we pick one, then you pick two, until they are all divided? Togetherr we'rre surre to win."

Diplomacy 24.

Flat-top (AC 22 96/96 HP)  d20+6=8 d20+7=24
Thursday February 16th, 2006 8:23:50 AM
OOC: Spot 8 - Listens 24

Flat-top is into the auction now, his heart beet faster, Untill someone in the Party said that he has seen a female CENTAUR go into an alcove??. "Alone?" he ask.

Flat-top give the rest of his gold to Winterglade telling his to use as much of it as needed.

Slowly Flat-top moves toward one of the alcoves, looking for a female center.

Brahmah 
Thursday February 16th, 2006 1:01:30 PM
The ogres don't phase him.

Ignoring the brute force, Brahmah continues negotiations. "You MUST be joking! Friends bled because of this sword. The blade is straight and true and the magic is powerful. Not a copper less than 7000gp."

When the brutes finally push the issue the ranger tells them, "Can't you see this isn't being used to rob, harm, maim, mutalate, or kill anyone. Your goblin doormen missed the sword. That's not my fault." He smiles cheerfully at the ogres and continues.

Ban Maeve  d20+2=20 d20+13=14
Thursday February 16th, 2006 11:41:31 PM
The wemic slinks around the perimeter of the crowd searching for other taurs.

Search=20
Spot=14

Toros  d20+3=22 d20+5=12
Thursday February 16th, 2006 11:44:46 PM
Toros follows Ban Maeve, trying to be as quiet as he can (Move Silently=22). He keeps trys to keep a lookout, but is distracted by the excitement of the auction (Spot=12). His heart beats quickly as the centaur raises the bid.

DM Bob and Carla  d20+13=27 d4+6=10
Friday February 17th, 2006 12:29:28 AM
Winterglade pushes the bidding higher.

"I have 15,000! Did you hear that! 15,000...what about 16,000?"

Zeoll springs into action when the newest member of the party suggests an alliance with another group in order to outbid the forces evil. The wemic approaches the half-elf in shining armor and uses his diplomatic skills. She is wary, even a little unfriendly at first, but listens to the proposal as does her party mates. A handsome man in unornamented yet exquisitely crafted armour stares long and hard at Domi's child before speaking. "It can be trusted, Gilia." Gilia nods quickly. "We split the cost, and split the goods, but we pick first."

16,000...17,000...18,000...do I have 19,000? 19,000 from the cloaked fellow in the shadows!"

Ban-Maeve, Toros, and Flat-Top fan out around the edge of the crowd looking for their nemesis. As Flat-Top approaches a dark alcove he is nearly bowled over as two female centaurs rapidly exit. They are followed by two mean looking minotaurs. The Chosen confirm that, without a doubt, Vargas' crew are around. The centaurs are Jilia, and Bilia. The ugly looking minotaur with the muscles is the fighter Ivianus, and the big shaggy fellow is the barbarian Hardwen. The females sneer at the three Chosen then brush past them with a horsy laugh. As the minotaurs follow, Ivianus puts a shoulder down and catches Flat-Top in the gut (Hit AC27, for 10 pts. non-lethal dmg) as he passes. The crowd shifts and the path is blocked.

Gecktar focuses his concentration on the cloaked bidder. There is no mystery there. The presence of evil coming from him is palpable.

One of the ogre's reaches out a hand to Brahmah. "Hand it over, pretty boy" he says in slow measured tones. Brahmah Sense Motive Check vs DC 5 Highlight to display spoiler: { to discern that the ogre addressing him has one nerve left, and Brahmah is stepping on it!} The other ogre just grips his club a little tighter.


Gecktar 
Friday February 17th, 2006 3:06:57 AM
Gecktar also focuses his spell on the party that Zeoll is trying to convince. If they can be trusted, they even could build an alliance to fight Vargas.
But before suggesting that to Zeoll he must be sure that they aren't tainted.

Winterglade 
Friday February 17th, 2006 4:44:57 AM
Winterglade looks around and places the pouch handed to him by Flat-top in the pocket of his pants. The hooves of the centaur play an impatient staccato tune on the floor of the cave. With Flat-top going off in search of females, Brahmah picking fight with the ogres, and the auction reaching culmination Winterglade wishes he could be in three places at the same time.

"Twenty thousand gold pieces for the box of maps!"

Quietly he adds: "Twen-ty thou-sand. Winterglade has never seen that much gold in his life, he didn't. Somebody go fetch these people their common senses, 'cause they must've checked them in with the gobs at the door."

Zeoll  d20+20=37 d20+9=16
Friday February 17th, 2006 5:37:15 AM
Zeoll nods at the man. "Trrick is, Two-Leggerrs, me and mine especially need one thing in that box. You can't have that one, okay? But you can make a copy of it if you want. Fairr deal?"

Diplomacy 37 this time!

Zeoll sees Gecktar looking at him (Spot 16 seems good enough to me?), so he casts a Message Cantrip letting him communicate with Winterglade, Gecktar, and Brahmah. He quickly whispers his news to all three.

Flat-top (AC 22 86/96 HP)  d20+14=28 d20+10=29 d4+5=9 d4+5=8 d4+5=8
Friday February 17th, 2006 8:03:55 AM
Flat-top stands and lets the females by, when Ivianus shoulder butts him in theguts, "OFFT!" cries Flat-top as he rubs his lower stomack.

Flat-top raises his one hoof(with the speical horse shoe) and scrapes down the minotaur's leg (attack AC 28 - damages 9hp), after scratching Bull head's leg, he takes a little hop (with the other hoof with the special horse shoes), coming down on the same minotaurs foot, Flat-top come down (with his full weight) on his foot (AC 29 critical - damages 8+8=16 hp).

Still rubbing his guts, he miles at both minotaurs, "Gee! for a minute there I though you didn't like me?"

Brahmah (AC 25, Hps 93) 
Friday February 17th, 2006 12:49:29 PM
The minotaur turns slowly and looks at the ogres from under his brow. "LOOK!" He says with a slightly raised voice. "Would you mean to stop this man from doing his job?" He points to the man bartering with him about the sword.

Turning back to the merchant. "Okay, I need to part company with this sword quick. 6500gp. My final offer! You offered 6000gp a minute ago, what's 500 more?!" He smiles at the man. "NOW I'm desperate." He says, referring to the conversation a minute ago.

Brahmah  d20+2=15 d20-2=17 d20-2=10
Friday February 17th, 2006 12:55:22 PM
Sense Motive 15, Diplomacy with ogres 17, Diplomacy with merchant 10

Brahmah adds to the merchant. "I'll need a sales slip please. Gems too if you have them."

Ban Maeve 
Saturday February 18th, 2006 10:53:45 PM
Ban Maeve grabs hold of his comrad, Flat-Top. "To not get us into trouble, my frient!" The wemic moves in front of the centaur in order that he does not follow Vargas' people. "Let us finish our business here, and then go home. Ban Maeve turns to watch the auction and points a paw at Winterglade, adding "our new frient is holting his own."

Flat-top (AC 22 96/96 HP) 
Sunday February 19th, 2006 8:18:32 AM
Flat-top watching the minotaurs leaving (with one limping) "I did not start this little bulling action! But my friend, I am A Centaur! and will not take of his bull action. He wanted a reaction and I gave it to HIM!, But your right let's get back to the others."

Flat-top will follow Ban back to the auction, But has the feeling that he has not seen the last of them.

Toros  d20+5=20
Sunday February 19th, 2006 11:24:09 PM
Toros watches as the two wemics and the two minotaurs leave. He tries to see if they are joined by any others. (Spot=20) If he sees anyone else, he will tell the others.

DM Bob & Carla 
Sunday February 19th, 2006 11:38:22 PM
Things get interesting as Zeoll bargains with the other party for first choice from the box of maps. Gecktar discerns no evil in the half-elf or the others from her party. "That sounds reasonable to me" the party's obvious leader replies and looks to her companions for confirmation. "It's a deal then, we split the cost, and you can have first choice, but we can make a copy."

The bidding continues to escalate to dizzying heights, leaving Winterglade to question the sanity of those around him. Flat-top exchanges pleasantries with Vargas' friends and Ban Maeve and Toros watch with satisfaction as the large minotaur hobbles off nursing a sore foot.

Brahmah feels the strong arms of two ogres grab hold of him. A third ogre, somewhat larger and more heavily armored pushes through the crowd. "What goes on here?" he asks loudly, and then he spots the weapon. "Surrender your sword, or leave...now!" he commands the minotaur. "Agreed! 6500 gp for the sword, now surrender it to the guards and I will collect it later" the ill-looking man holds out a pouch to Brahmah.

"Twenty five thousand!" a voice calls from the back.


Gecktar 
Monday February 20th, 2006 3:55:22 AM
Gecktar now approches Zeoll and the group of adventurers. He bows slightly before the half elven and come close from Zeoll wispering in his ears :

"We should warn them that other auctioning will even ambush them later to get some maps. Maybe allying with them when we get outside will be a good idea. We will be more numerous and not an easy prey for Vargas minions if we can go with them... Maybe you can suggest it to them."

Winterglade 
Monday February 20th, 2006 4:11:54 AM
The young centaur trots over to Zeoll and the adventuring party he is conversing with. "Salutations. Son of the Windwalker Tribe extends his greetings."

"Winterglade understands we are now bidding for this lot together? Good. How high can we afford to go? I believe me and my fellows have a little over thirty thousand. How much are you ready to spend?"

"Twenty six thousand!" - proclaims Winterglade.

"Sigh. That fellow in the back seems to be just warming up."

Flat-top 
Monday February 20th, 2006 5:55:00 AM
Flat-top, Ban and Toros more or less trots back to their circle of Friends. Once there, Flat-top over hear the Young Centaur Hail Winterglade's Tribe by name,
"Oh! Oh! Bad Move!" he tell his new friends, "It would be a great mistake to let people know of your tribe," Flat-top look around to see if they were over heard.
"You see! my friend, We do Domi's bidding. He wants us to unite all the taurs in this wold. To this end WE have a big Reward posted on our heads, that is DEAD or Alive and our enermies would not stop to also punish our families.
Let us just call our selves 'Friends' in publick. I'm telling you this because our Enermies are our High Clerics form our Taur Island, Mimotaur Island and Weimic Island. I'll tell you more when we are alone."

Flat-top look around once more, then asking "How are things comming along?"

Zeoll  d20+20=27
Monday February 20th, 2006 6:47:54 AM
Zeoll says, "Agrreed!" and offers a hand to seal the deal.

Gecktar has a quiet word while Winterglade goes over the details with the otehr group. Zeoll nods to his friend and moves closer to whisper to the half-elf, "Be warrned, my new comrrade in arrms. We know some of those also bidding, and they arre an evil bunch. Be watchful forr ambush when you leave this place. Orr betterr yet, maybe we could trravel togetherr."

Diplomacy 27

Brahmah 
Monday February 20th, 2006 10:20:15 AM
Brahmah smiles, "thuds* the sword into the chest of an ogre and grabs the pouch. He looks at the contents and then asks, "I need your information, should something happen to these gems. I've heard of spells that turn rocks to gems then back to rocks." He smiles wide. "You haven't cheated me, have you?!"

Brahmah adds 6500gp in gems to his belongings and wanders back to the group. Moving to Zeoll, and looking happy at his sale, he says, "Got 6500 more, if we need it."

(OOC: I'll annotate that on my PC sheet. I know I got ripped a new one on the value, but oh well. I liked the exchange and the roleplay. :))

Ban Maeve 
Monday February 20th, 2006 11:02:51 PM
"There is power in numbers," says Ban Maeve as he follows Flat-Top to where the rest of the group is rounding up.

Toros  d20+5=18
Tuesday February 21st, 2006 12:40:50 AM
Toros stands behind the others, his bright eyes scanning the crowd. Unconsciously he flexes his claws as he tries to diffuse some of his nervous energy.

Spot=18

DM Bob & Carla 
Tuesday February 21st, 2006 12:43:52 AM
"A deal is a deal," the ill-looking man answers Brahmah, "no trickery on my part." The ogres disappear carrying the captain's sword before them, and the money-man's bearers return. "Follow that sword, you lazy dogs!" he calls and the porters bear him off in his strange chair. The minotaur seeks out Zeoll, as does Flat-Top followed by Ban Maeve and Toros, who scans the crowd nervously.

The half elven maid shakes the wemic's paw, "I give you my word, and that of my comrades. One of yours will do the bidding?" When Zeoll and Gecktar pass along their warnings, the female looks grave, but the handsome man in armor and the stout dwarf look at each other, and the former smiles as the later gruffly responds, "Just let them try!"

"We can match your 30,000, though it would provoke me to spend as much," the half-elf says to Winterglade, "but there is information in that box that is important to us as well." A frown from the handsome man stops the half-elf from revealing more.

The wizard in purple looks pale, but raises his hand once again.

"27,000 GP...do I have another bid? 28,000 from you, sir, in the shadows....won't you step forward?"

The auctioneer looks at the purple clad magicker, who shakes his head. The swash-buckler with the bird had dropped out when the price had gone over 20,000 GP. The auctioneer tries to catch Gilia's eye, but the half-elf, shakes her head, indicating a negative answer.

"28,000 GP for the this treasure box of dreams and promises! 28,000 GP going once...28,000 GP going twice..."


Gecktar  d20+9=26
Tuesday February 21st, 2006 3:29:55 AM
"Allow me to introduce myself, Gecktar Cadeqa, servant of Domi. As I understood, we all have great interest in these maps. They are far from costing the price we are negociating. We too have a great interest in some pieces. I was thinking about a collaboration. We help you in your quest claiming nothing but the honor to be on your side, and you help us in our quest with the same agreement. I think our enemies will think twice before ambushing us if we ally. If you have no interest in this collaboration then be warned and do not underestimate them. They have great powers and many allies. Gecktar says to the half elven

Winterglade 
Tuesday February 21st, 2006 4:32:21 AM
"Your warning is noted, kin. Still, Winterglade is not afraid for his tribe. The Great Plain itself is the ally of the Windwalkers. We are forged out of tougher stuff than most. It would take powerful magic, a small army, and lots of time to seriously harm his people."

"Unite the taurs?" Winterglade's eyes widen in amazement. "Tis be the Brawler's wish and your quest? Mysterious are the ways of the Smith, but this, this -idea- is like mixing fire with water. I never heard of centaurs alone ever being of single mind about anything, no? Winterglade will definitely want to hear more about that later, yes."

Turning back to the auction the centaur smiles with satisfaction. "There might be no need to spend as much as we have. The sole remaining competitor seems to be losing breath."

The centaur grabs the hand of the half-elf. "Come, two-legs. Let us raise both our hands on this bid. Once he sees that we are working together he should lose any dreams of winning and drop out before pushing up the price any more."

"Thirty thousand gold coins!"

Flat-top 
Tuesday February 21st, 2006 7:59:06 AM
Now Flat-top is into the bidding again, as the Auctionere says "Going Once! - - Going Twice! - - " He holds his beath, "Oh! Come on . . One More Time!! and we got it."

BUT when He hears Winterglade (Who is holding Hands with a two legged Half elf??) Yelling "THIRTY THOUSAND GOLD COINS!!" Flat-top drops another Road Apple....

Flat-top turn to the neadest Oger "I know, where the shouvel??"

Brahmah 
Tuesday February 21st, 2006 2:24:33 PM
Turns his attention to the auction when he hears Flat-top's voice.

30,000 gold pieces! For a Box of paper. He thinks. Where's Glade. He's supposed to be doing the bidding.

Ban Maeve 
Tuesday February 21st, 2006 11:42:13 PM
Ban Maeve steps away from his centaur friend, and wrinkles his nose.

Toros 
Tuesday February 21st, 2006 11:46:31 PM
Toros moves forward in the crowd, anxious to get closer to the stage and collect the box, should the party win it.

DM Bob and Carla 
Wednesday February 22nd, 2006 12:32:40 AM
Winterglade ups the ante and Flat-Top echoes the bid, but has trouble containing his...surprise. Brahmah, rejoins the party with his pouch of gems and gold, a little confused by the noise and activity.

"SOLD! For 30,000 GP! To the man...er...with the equine physique and the lady with him!"

The auctioneer hands the box marked Misc. Collection Chorography--Incomplete Charts & Maps to a small dark suited individual. Zeoll Highlight to display spoiler: { will recognize the gnome he met earlier in the alcove near the front of the cave.} The crowd parts in front of the group as the box is brought to the Chosen of Domi.

With a bellow of frustration the figure in a long dark cloak pushes its way through the crowd as if in a hurry to get out of the cave. The recognizable figures of Jilia and Bilia, and the two minotaur fighters follow close behind. The forbidding group are soon gone and the crowd reforms after a few cries of "Watch where you're going", "Ill mannered brute!" and "Were you brought up in a barn?"

Gecktar repeats the suggestion that the two parties band together.

Looking to her companions for approval the half-elf nods her head at the taur's suggestion. "For a while...as long as our paths lie in the same direction...yes...we should travel together."

Spot Check DC 5 to noticeHighlight to display spoiler: { each of the members of the party led by the half-elven female wear a blue pin badge with the entwined letters WLA on their breast.} Knowledge Check DC 10 History, Local or other reasonable area to Highlight to display spoiler: { recognize the badge as identification of a member of the Woldian League of Adventurer's, DC 15 Guardsman level of designation!}

A gnome appears before the party, bearing the precious box of maps. "Follow me please, to arrange payment and collection of your items," he announces before taking a path around the crowd.

Winterglade  d20+5=20
Wednesday February 22nd, 2006 3:56:59 AM
[Spot 20]

A voice full of hurt dignity rises over the ruckus caused by the sudden exit of the other band: "Equine physique? Mighty fine joke coming from someone who's a tail shy of peeling bananas and going ook!"

The centaur follows the gnome and two groups of adventurers with a thoughtful expression on his face. "For a moment Winterglade thought that fellow in the dark was the beholder, shilling his own auction. Good thing he dropped out, Winterglade was almost ready to hit him with Dispel Magic."

"Keep that box tightly in your hands, will you? All it takes to whisk it away is an invisibility spell and nimble fingers."

"Let's find some private, secure place to discuss our next moves, no?"

Gecktar  d20+3=14 d20+2=10
Wednesday February 22nd, 2006 4:32:19 AM
Gecktar is happy to see that they win the autioning and also that the group they are talking to is from the WLA. He says "As far as I can see, you are from the Woldian League of Adventurers. I think you should know that we are known as the Chosen of Domi. We are on a quest to counter Vargas the dark, henchman of Marteus. I'm pleased to travel with you for a while."

He turns to Wintergale : "Good job friend, go and get back these maps so we can have a glance at them"

Zeoll  d20+9=17 d20+6=25
Wednesday February 22nd, 2006 5:46:20 AM
Spot 17, Bardic Lore check 25.

Zeoll goes with the gnome, seeing as he has the cash.

[OOC: Was it Gecktar who contributed 20,000? Maybe the easiest solution, cash-wise, is to use 15 of Gecktar's 20 and just owe him the next 15,000 gp the party finds. Sound fair?]

Zeoll notices that the other party seems to be aligned with a noble organization, which puts his mind further at ease.

Flat-top  d20+6=16 d20=6
Wednesday February 22nd, 2006 7:14:26 AM
After a good clean up, He yells "WHIIINEE Uss!" He does a little Jig Dance of Victory, before he follows the Parties into a place of safty.
For some reason (Witch Flat-top cannot understand) every body is in frount of him??

Flat-top ask someone in frount of him, "What is that Blue Badge with W.L.A."

OOC: Spot 16 - Knowledge History 6 (Flat-top was sleeping in school that day)

OOC: Zeoll - You should have gold left over, because Flat-top gave you ALL his gold totaling 16,900gp.)

Brahmah 
Wednesday February 22nd, 2006 11:56:01 AM
Brahmah holds his head for a moment. "30000." He says stunned. Then he notices the WLA and hears Gecktar.

"The League! I've wanted to join, but have never had the opportunity. Can I ask? I'd like to become a part of you organization." He states. "I have money now." He clatters his pouch of gems happily.

Brahmah 
Wednesday February 22nd, 2006 11:57:03 AM
"Oh yes, Chosen, these folks do great work for the Wold and in the name of good. We should all join."

Flat-top [Part Two] 
Wednesday February 22nd, 2006 2:03:41 PM
Flat-top look at the Captain, Asking "Wold? League? of Adventures?, Us Join? What would Domi Say?", with a sock look on his face.

Zeoll 
Wednesday February 22nd, 2006 7:24:37 PM

Zeoll agrees with Flat-top. "My firrst and only loyalty must lay with ourr sacrred mission back home. I forr one do not think I can join anotherr orrganization."

Ban Maeve  d20+13=21 d20+10=30
Wednesday February 22nd, 2006 7:58:38 PM
"For a while...as long as our paths lie in the same direction...yes...we should travel together."

"Where to your paths lie?" enquires the wemic, jockeying to find a place next to the half-elf.

Falling in step next to Flat-Top he grabs a fistfull of the braids that decorate his thick main. The beads clink together. "Those blue pins, they are like these beats, no? They are a symbol of something...special? Like belonging to a prite or a family." Ban Maeve shakes his tawny head, and smiles his yellow toothed grin, "I to not think Tomi would be so jealous that he woult grutge our captain belonging to a club." Bringing a paw to the side of his face he whispers to his friend, "besites, we neet all the frients we can get!"

Spot=21
Knowledge=30



Toros  d20+5=20
Wednesday February 22nd, 2006 11:54:31 PM
Toros stays in the rear, guarding the backs of his friends. He takes note of the ogres on guard. (Spot=20)

DM Bob & Carla 
Wednesday February 22nd, 2006 11:54:55 PM
With a genuine smile at the Chosen's exclamations over their WLA affiliation, the half-elf exclaims, "Oh! I'm sure Domi wouldn't mind. We are sworn to protect the innocent and combat evil wherever we may find it, which seems to be what you are claiming to do as well!" Seriously, she addresses Brahmah, "if you speak true, we can provide you with some elementary instruction, but we are Guardsmen of the league and not yet Officers." The half-elf rubs her finely pointed chin thoughtfully before continuing, "When we finish our business here, we are off to South Harbour to meet with a Commander, before we embark on our next mission. I could put in a word for you?"

Zeoll follows the neatly dressed gnome bearing the box of maps, while the rest of the party follow behind. Tables have been set up where the cave narrows before the weapon check area with some tagged items on display. A complement of ogres guards the items and a dozen large trunks behind the tables. The gnome stacks the box of maps on top of a wooden crate about the same size as the box. "That will be 32,000 GP, 2,000 GP for the collection "Journye to the Moones" and 30,000 GP for the miscellaneous maps. The wemic sorts through the donated funds he has collected from his party in order to make good the 17,000 GP the party owes. The half-elf makes her excuses to Brahmah, and plunks down a pouch made of leather with the question, "you accept platinum?"

When the transaction is completed, the half-elf asks, "Who will carry the maps?" When that job is taken care of, she and her party move to collect their weapons, drawing out their tokens as they approach the goblins in the alcove.

Winterglade 
Thursday February 23rd, 2006 6:38:40 AM
"Winterglade has his own quest, too. His allegiance, for now, is to the Windwalkers first."

"Winterglade will, uh, need you to borrow him thirteen hundred gold for the Journye. Will give back as soon as he is able."

With some difficlulty the centaur stashes all seventeen tomes in his saddlebags.

"The maps, I can put them in the pocket of my Pants. Hard to get them from there. Winterglade seldom sleeps, and when he does, he sleeps light."

Then he asks quietly: "Unite the Taurs? What exactly do you understand by that?"

Brahmah 
Thursday February 23rd, 2006 11:03:31 AM
"Protection is the primary goal for both Domi and the WLA.
They might make a good source of information too, especially with the war and such. I'm sure the WLA has Taur members that are currently fighting.

I am and always shall be Chosen, however, I think its time for our group to evolve into something and if for no other reason, to give the WLA a chance to know taurs, Domi and his Chosen.

I think ALL of us would bring something to the League."

He looks at the maps. "I'll carry them..."

Gecktar 
Thursday February 23rd, 2006 12:26:28 PM
"I approve you Brahmah, I thing the goals of the Chosen and the WLA are so close that we could easily wear the WLA badge and work for the greatness of Domi and the unification of the taurs at the same time."

"Winterglade, I can give you the 2,000 you need. It is simpliest for me like that. You just get them back to me as soon as you can."

"Zeoll, take my money. The group will owe me the total and I will get it back as soon as we get it."


Flat-top 
Thursday February 23rd, 2006 4:32:42 PM
"Don't worry, Brother Glade, if you need money, I'm ready to lend you some. Don't worry I tell you all about Domi's Plan later.

I think Captain Brahmah is right, WLA will not interfear with Domi Quest." Flat-top turns to the half elf asking, "You say, Your all going to South Harbour? Can I tag along with you people? Because there's a ship waiting foor us there!" He smiles at the Female Fighter.

Ban Maeve  d20+13=14
Thursday February 23rd, 2006 10:19:16 PM
The wemic hands in his token and smiles, showing his sharp yellow teeth to the goblins who guard the weapons. Ban Maeve carefully checks out his equipment to ensure it has not been tampered with.

When he has re-armed himself, he steps out of the cave, and looks about to see if Vargas and his minions are hanging about. (Spot=14)

Zeoll 
Thursday February 23rd, 2006 11:06:10 PM

Zeoll is very glad to explain to Winterglade especially but also to the WLAers the sacred mission of the Chosen of Domi -- bringing peace and union to the three Taur races.

[OOC: I'd post more, but no time right now. Assume Zeoll tells you what he thinks and I'll post more later, K?]

Toros 
Thursday February 23rd, 2006 11:44:13 PM
Toros retrieves his weapons, and follows the party listening to the discourse regarding the League. He wonders what might be the benefits of joining with such a group.

DM Bob & Carla 
Thursday February 23rd, 2006 11:46:29 PM
The Chosen of Domi collect their weapons from where they have been stored and make their way back to their camp where Thadius and Thalpius have kept a small fire going. Half the day has gone by while the party was inside the cave at the auction. It is late afternoon. The sky hangs heavy and grey, and the clouds look swollen with snow. The grounds surrounding the front of the cave are wet and muddy from the many feet that have trampled the campsite. It appears a few groups have already left, but most remain; the tents, wagons, and fires tended by one or two while the rest are inside the cave.

Brahmah and Winterglade share the responsibilities of carrying the maps and books for the group, while Gecktar and Flat-Top show generosity with their purses. Flat-Top and Zeoll promise to explain the party's quest to the newest member of the group, explaining that they have been commissioned by the god himself to overcome the conflicts of their diverse taur races and unite them into one powerful force for good.

The mixed party with whom the Chosen have thrown in their lot follow the taurs to their camp site. Flat-Top volunteers that they, too, plan to return to South Harbour.
"Then let us travel that way together. We can strike out tomorrow," announces Gilia, the half elf. "Build up the fire, and set some water to boil," she continues issuing some easy orders. "Bring the maps here and let us see what we have bought!"

No trace of Vargas and his group are seen, much to Ban Maeve's relief as he and Toros keep watch.


Brahmah  d20+10=30 d20+10=30 d20+2=19 d20+8=12
Friday February 24th, 2006 9:52:53 AM
The Captain sit in on the map sorting session. He knows a little about maps and geography, but these maps are different. He hovers over the group like a vulture, unsure about this new alliance with the elf and her crew.
He pays VERY close attention to the other group. Especially to any humans in the group (most humans are untrustworthy). (Spot 30, Listen 30, Sense Motive 19... +2 vs the humans if there are any... she IS a half-elf :))

Knowledge Geography roll to recognize any maps of importance. (12)

Winterglade 
Friday February 24th, 2006 11:41:44 AM
Winterglade thanks both Gecktar and Flat-top for offering their help and, to make things simple, borrows 2000 gold from Gecktar and promises to give it back as soon as possible.

When the ship is mentioned his face goes green. "Whoa whoa whoa! Ship? Did anyone say ship? Nobody mentioned a ship to Winterglade before! Do we know already where the map will direct us? Why gamble with your lives if you don't have to?"

When the maps are taken out of the box the centaur invokes Invisibility Purge just to be on the safe side should any of the Vargas's crew hoover around. Then he proceeds to look at the maps over Brahmah's shoulder.

Flat-top 
Friday February 24th, 2006 6:38:02 PM
Flat-top smiles at Winterglade out burst, "Not to worry Glade! We need a boat to go back to our Island and Home" Flat-top speaks softly when talkind of their Island.

But He goes back to inspecting his weapons, to see if they are tampered with or dented in any wat.

Zeoll 
Friday February 24th, 2006 11:33:34 PM
When there are a few minutes to spare, this is what Zeoll tells the WLAers and Winterglade, as well as any of his fellow Chosen who wish to hear the tale again.

"In the beginning of ourr adventurres, we werre taught by the god known as Tomi, Imod, and Domi. This is what he said to us, as we listened to him on the newly crreated sacrred Island of Brridges to which he had brrought us."

"My dear children," the liontaur's voice is deeper, and his accent fades away as he echoes the words spoken by a god, "You are standing in the midst of the island that will serve as headquarters to you -- my chosen ones. This island will serve as a physical confirmation of the bridge you all will be the living embodiment of ... the bridge between all Taurs.

"Once upon a time, I sought to create the ultimate warrior race -- one skilled in all aspects of war. Thus was born the Taur. I do not possess omniscience, however, but immortal power. I did not realize that the different perceptions of combat could fracture my vision of one perfect warrior into many different warriors ... thus was born the Minotaur, the Centaur ... and the Lion-taur, whom is called Wemic."

"My Heart was torn asunder because I thought I had caused irrepairable damage to the Taur, weakening that perfect warrior race ... but you have shown me that I did not weaken the Taur, but made the Taur stronger through diversity. Now it is up to you to prove that all three aspects of Taur can unite in spite of their differences ... that all three make up a nigh-unbeatable force for good in the Wold."

"Bridge Island is to be your stronghold to keep and protect, as you are the first of the separate parts of Taur to begin realizing your true potential."

Zeoll's voice returns to normal, and he says, "Then we asked the god of courrage how we would accomplish this mission, and he said that should follow ourr conscience and do ourr best, togetherr."

Zeoll does not mention in front of the the non-Taurs the sadness that he feels -- because of course, the Chosen did not keep and protect the stronghold that was given by Domi. But at least the group has kept safe both the Heart of Domi and the Children that are the group's hope for the future.

"Kenisha, Solgrin, and Kanchana will take good care of the little ones," Zeoll thinks to himself.

Flat-top 
Saturday February 25th, 2006 8:35:23 AM
"What Zeoll told you is all true." Flat-top now has a faraway look is his eyes, "I can still see his face, hear his voice. As he talk to us..."
The centaur turn to Captain Brahmah, telling the leader, "You find that half map, that you think we are after, show it to us older Children of Domi! And we'll tell you if your right! I'll know every inch of that Home Island, and a few screcret places that you will never think exested!"

Gecktar 
Sunday February 26th, 2006 5:05:16 PM
Gecktar listen with pleasure to Zeoll remembering the begining of their quest. Even if he wasn't here at the begining, it's been a long time now since he is a Chosen.

He help prepare the camp and while other are looking at the maps prepare the meal.

Toros  d20+5=10 d20+9=13
Sunday February 26th, 2006 9:36:13 PM
Toros stands guard, scanning the encampment. He has his back to the group, but he is able to hear Zeoll's recounting of their mission. With muscled arms crossed over his chest, he nods his head in agreement of what the bard says.

Spot=10
Listen=13

Ban Maeve 
Sunday February 26th, 2006 9:38:39 PM
When Ban Maeve is satisfied that the group is not being spied on, he looks over Brahmah's shoulder to see if the piece of map they seek is in the box.

DM Bob and Carla 
Monday February 27th, 2006 12:23:44 AM
The mixed party led by the half-elf listen, entranced, by Zeoll's tale. Everyone is silent for a moment. Winterglade weaves a spell and Toros and Ban Maeve keep watch. Flat-Top inspects his weapons. Brahmah begins the task of sifting through the box. There are about a dozen individual pieces of parchments. Many of them show lands unfamiliar to the taurs. Two show the layout of different castles including the dungeons underneath. The half-elf cries out when a very detailed and heavily inked map is revealed. The writing is elvish. (Those who read/understand Elvish Highlight to display spoiler: { The Crystal Forests of Koshe Marr})

When the half-elf removes the dark map, another is revealed underneath. It is faded and worn, however the tauric inscription about the edge is still legible, in places, though incomplete where the map has been torn

...strides to the edge of the sea-cliff. At dusk birds tell the story in darkening boughs...ridden for days to find the rock...flashes in sunset...red waves recall the blaze of that great forge where old gods are smelted down and new ones raised...he can wield the sword until the end...slash the sky in fury, scorch in afternoon...

Winterglade 
Monday February 27th, 2006 5:08:54 AM
The young centaur is silent for quite a while. When he finally speaks, it is in Old Tauric.

"Unite the three Taur races, eh?... Winterglade recalls from history only two reasons that can bring together several races filled with distrust. One is gold, gems, and trade, but Winterglade doesn't see Venturers of Ffloy among your ranks, no? The other is a threat large enough to spell destruction to all if not countered."

"To this point, the - how did the Captain call them? Will of the Idiot God? They might unwillingly be closer to bringing about the unification of the Taur than you."

"Is there a plan? Or do you merely wander the Ilses and try to mend what evil breaks?"

Then the missing part of map is unraveled and the centaur switches back to Common. "Winterglade would like to know what are your plans now. He gave his word that he would assist you in this quest, and now he hears about returning to the Home Island. He didn't expect there would be delays in its completion..."

Zeoll 
Monday February 27th, 2006 6:58:37 AM

[OOC: Maybe I did not read well, but I'm assuming that we reclaimed our weapons without incident?]

Answering Winterglade in Tauric, Zeoll says, "Now we take this half of a map and the otherr half that we alrready possess, and put them togetherr. This will lead us to the Black Sworrd that we arre sworrn to destrroy. If ourr path takes us back to South Harrborr, then we should trravel therre with these good folk." He indicates the WLAers.

"Afterr that, we must rreturrn home to put an end to Varrgas' so-called crrusade. And after *that*, we have only ourr consciences to guide us. But by then I hope to have learrned to be a full seerr, and perrhaps I will see the next step of ourr quest in a drream."

Then speaking in Common, Zeoll says to the WLAers, "It seems clearr that you have found the map you seek -- congrratulations. We have as well; this one herre is ourr firrst choice. You may copy it if you like, but I suspect that it will not interrest you."

"I suggest that we put a little distance between ourrselves and the otherr folk who attended this auction. Why don't we walk on, and make camp togetherr tonite at least. In the evening we can divide the maps and look them overr. Afterr that we will know if ourr paths lie togetherr."

Zeoll also looks for the two fauns, Thadius and Thalpius. He thanks them for guiding them so well to this place, and tells them that they got what they came for.

==========

Zeoll OOC to DMs Bob and Carla: Highlight to display spoiler: {Um, any chance for some xp? Note that by my records, the last time we got any was at the end of Chapter 9 of the last module (that is, since early August 2005). Seven months ... hmmm, at an average clip of two levels a year, maybe we are getting close to going up? Also, keep in mind that Zeoll's next level will be a Seer level, if possible, and he has to have a solitary retreat before gaining it. And since I am perusing my wish book, a long sea voyage would give poor Zeoll the time he needs to finish his two pending magic items ... :-) }

Flat-top 
Monday February 27th, 2006 9:31:44 AM
After making sure that his weapons is in good shape, He tell Wintergale "Friend Glade, WE get our directions from dreams, WE all get these Dreams on the same night. That is the way the Gods address us to our next Problems.
Domi has told us that one day WE would return to our Island Home. Now that we finish our last request, we wait our next Dream. If you should get the same dream as the rest of us, Then my Friend, you'll know that your a Child of Domi.
It's as simple as that!" Flat-top smiles at his brother Center. Now He ask Brahmah "When do we leave?."

Brahmah 
Monday February 27th, 2006 12:06:21 PM
"We leave as soon as the box is sorted and identified. We paid a good deal of gold for this stupid box." He looks irritated. "I hope there's something to it."

"Vargas probably has more info than us." He snaps out the next sentence. "He ALWAYS! seems to be one step ahead."

He begins talking to himself. "Am I that slow! By Domi, I'm not that slow! What are we missing?"

DM Bob & Carla 
Monday February 27th, 2006 10:49:28 PM
Winterglade continues his line of questioning, and struggles to understand the nature of the quest he has signed on to. Flat-Top explains the dreams they receive from Domi and Zeoll lays out the sequence of tasks as he sees them.

Both parties seem to have found what they seek from the box, although Brahmah questions the price and wonders if something has not been missed. Gilia nods to Zeoll "We have found what we came for, but if the remainder is of no interest to you we will take it to the League. We keep many maps, and members can access them at their pleasure."

The two adventuring groups pack their belongings and make their way into the Culverwood. Thadius and Thalpius linger briefly, "you can find your own way then?" Thadius asks, "back through the Wyrmsfut or the longer road?" Thalpius looks down heartened and then speaks up "Does this mean we don't get our wine?"

Gilia speaks up once again, "We take the traders route to the south of the Culverwood and across to South Harbor. You are welcome to join us if you wish."

Zeoll  d20+6=17 d20+6=23 d20+6=22 d20+6=9 d20+6=20 d20+6=17 d20+1=19
Monday February 27th, 2006 11:19:59 PM

"Why don't we make a camp forr the night? That will give us the chance to look over the maps, divide them, and figurre out wherre we arre headed next."

Zeoll says to the fauns, "Of courrse you will get yourr wine! It might take us a while to get it to you, but we pay ourr debts! Neverr you fearr! If we cannot brring it ourrselves, we will ship it to the inn to yourr attention."

Zeoll casts his Read Magic and Comp Languages and tries to put the two pieces of the map together. Where does it seem to say we have to go?

Bard Lore check 17.

Then Zeoll looks over the rest of the maps. He divides them with the other party as originally agreed, each side taking turns picking one. Zeoll tries to get any that are near the Taur Isles, or of islands and coasts, or of rivers and natural features. He picks out any that strike a chord with his bardic lore.

More Bard Lore checks: 23, 22, 9, 20, 17. Wow! Good rolls!

Zeoll also casts Detect Magic and picks any maps that have a magical aura. He also checks to see if the box itself is magic. Then he checks the box over for secret compartments or hollows. (Untrained Search check 19! Woot! He'll take 20 on that to get a 21, also.)

Gecktar  d20+3=4
Tuesday February 28th, 2006 3:36:58 AM
Gecktar is now nervous, because he waits for Vargas minions intervention. He knows that they will try to put a hand on the maps.

He has no great knowledge on geography nor cartography so he let those knowledgeable to their duty.

He stands up after the meal an looks around for any odd things. But the only thing he get is some dirt in his eyes that make him cry...

OOC: Zeoll ! you stole every good rolls from the diceroller ! ;)


Zeoll OOC 
Tuesday February 28th, 2006 5:37:39 AM

LOL! Sorry! I sucked up all the luck for myself! :-)

Winterglade 
Tuesday February 28th, 2006 5:57:09 AM
"So far Winterglade didn't have any special dreams, at least not ones he would care to share in a mixed company, no."

"Make a copy of the map if you have parchment. Better safe than sorry."

"Pity we don't have any really old parchment. We could make a fake map and make sure Vargas gets it when he comes for it."

Then a sudden spark of inspiration appears in his eyes. "Winterglade stands corrected. We do have lots of old parchment. All seventeen tomes of it." He pats his saddlebags, filled with the volumes of the Journye.

"Any of you good at drawing maps? Let Winterglade have a look at the real thing. He will try to find something similar in the books."

The centaur starts to look through the tomes, checking for pages that have similar texture to the map and are at least partially blank.

"Anyone care to help? There is a lot to browse through." [Take 20 on Search: 21. So, what does it say on the first part of the map?]

Flat-top  d20+4=8
Tuesday February 28th, 2006 9:23:00 AM
Flat-top smiles at the Two rother Thaduis and Thalpius, "Not to worry, I'm not mad at you for almost killing us just to get a snack! Our word is as good as gold. You shall have your wine, because you did keep your word. When we go to our Home Base, Well ship the wine to were ever place you wish to pick them up. Just tell Zeoll the port where the wine will be. Thank-you again.

Now Flat-top has some time to kill, "I'll help Gale, just tell me what to look for?"

OOC: Flat-top sherch for the paper that Winterglade wants - 8 (blind as a bat!)

Brahmah  d20+10=14 d20+10=17 d20+5=10
Tuesday February 28th, 2006 10:37:58 AM
Brahmah reads maps, he doesn't draw them. He watches as the others form a plan.

(Spot 14, Listen 17, Search 10)

Ban Maeve 
Wednesday March 1st, 2006 12:33:52 AM
The wemic is curious about the maps, but he is illiterate. He will watch Zeoll and volunteer to help in any way he might.

Toros 
Wednesday March 1st, 2006 12:36:41 AM
Toros looks at the maps, and then at the books that Winterglade unpacks from the box. The words mean nothing to the barbarian. Sheepishly, he asks the centaur, "do you know how to read?"

DM Bob and Carla 
Wednesday March 1st, 2006 1:19:26 AM
Thadius and Thalpius shake on their deal with Flat-Top. "Send the wine to the inn at Pullman's Crossing but, mind you mark it well as ours. We don't want that old coot Armson getting at it!" The satyr's follow the Chosen of Domi and their new traveling companions for about an hour, and then take an almost imperceptible trail that branches off south and west. The party follows their new friends as they lead the way south. "We will head south, through the woods until we find the traders' route that runs just south of the forest along the northernmost part of the Emerald Kingdom," suggests the half-elf as her party's ranger sets a course.

The day is grey, with low clouds blocking the sun. None the less, it gets darker as the day progresses and Zeoll suggests making camp. A small fire is built using deadwood. A nervous Gecktar keeps a lookout but doesn't see much. A simple meal of trail rations is shared by the parties and then attention returns to the maps.

Winterglade looks through the tomes the party has collected and finds that each book has two or three blank pages at the back. The pages are a very good quality of thick parchment. The centaur also discovers a very fine http://www.woldiangames.com/maps/wold/wold_map.htm map in many vivid colours. It is one of the reasons the collection is of such value. The centaur also notices that the wooden crate that holds the tomes and map is the same size as the box that held the mysterious bits.

Zeoll pieces the two halves of the map together and discovers that it is a map of the westernmost part of the Wold with the upper and lower King's Channel marked upon it. The wemic recognizes the many isles of the area including the taur isles, with Bridge Island and the Shipwreck Shoals. There is more detail to the depiction of the islands than anything Brahmah has seen. The route marked on the map indicates the Shipwreck Shoals as the destination. There is an X marked on one of the smallest of the islands in the grouping.

Zeoll's eyes are drawn to some maps depicting lands he understands form the bay of Elenna. There is some detail provided to places called Zarthmoor and Fargunia but others are unfamiliar to him. One even appears to be a map of a subterranean kingdom. Dradah Delmah and another of what appears to be a city floating in the air marked Al Mathir. Most of the maps mean nothing to the group.

It soon gets dark, with only the light of the camp-fire and a lantern provided by the other party illuminating the night. Copying maps will have to wait for another day. Gilia assigns watches to her people splitting the party of 6 into 3 watches.

Flat-top 
Wednesday March 1st, 2006 8:19:36 AM
Flat-top thumbs throuh a book, not paying mush attention to the writing, When Toros ask if he knew how to read? "Yes! as I was the last-male colt in my heard. My Sire sent me to the Royal Navy School, then went into serve the Center IsIlands. I can read map better than words."

Flat-top look over to the book that Winterglade has in his hands, "WOW! Look at that map. . . It's Beautiful! Wait a minute!! There's Centaur Island and over there is Bridge Island" With a far away look in his eyes, he whispers so low that only Toros and Winterglade can hear him "There is Bridge Island... Home Base."

Winterglade 
Wednesday March 1st, 2006 9:37:39 AM
"Yes, but of course, Winterglade knows how to read. The Windwalkers may be called savages even by their own kin, but it's Stoneheaver's Folly to think that they will cast away a good idea just because it came from outside of their tribe. We picked up many things from our neighbors - script, the Art, smelting, herding - many things."

"Eww, the X is on an island! That means ship voyage, no? In this case Winterglade will need wine, too. Lots of it. He will drink himself flat out and wake up only when the ship reaches the shore."

Then the centaur starts to examine the legible part of the writing surrounding the edge of the map. "Should not be hard to come up with a suitable replacement, no? <...strides to the sands of the shore / the seagull cries to the East / in thy shadow seek lore / of the way in the mist ... sailed for four days and nights / arrived at the maws of hell / where among winds He rides / hidden in ancient well... only the worthy may claim / the dark blade of disaster / either by physical strain / or by the words of its Master...>. Suitably cryptic, suitably misterious, all style, no meaning whatsoever. Should do fine. Winterglade can pen it in around the edge of one of these blank pages, but somebody will have to draw the fake map. All of that, of course, only if we can get some ink."

"Winterglade allows his mind to wander for a while at dusk, but aside from that he does not need to sleep in the night and can keep watch."

Brahmah 
Wednesday March 1st, 2006 10:59:22 AM
The ranger yawns and stretches. "Shut eye time for me." He heads to a corner of the map room and falls asleep.

Gecktar 
Wednesday March 1st, 2006 11:29:14 AM
Gecktar is still anxious about the fact that Vargas minions didn't point their ears.

"I will take the first turn of guard. Who want to stay with me."

He approches the two that should be on guard with them in the other group to have company during the upcoming night.

Zeoll 
Wednesday March 1st, 2006 8:30:20 PM

Zeoll bids a fond farewell to the fauns, promises agian to send their wine as soon as possible, and says that he hopes they will meet again. "Please give my rregarrds to the Grreenmage," he says, "and come visit us in the Taurr Isles some time!"

Zeoll is very excited about the map now! "I thought we would be a long time away frrom home in ourr quest to destrroy the Black Sworrd, but look! It is on ourr verry doorrstep! The Shipwrreck Shoals are verry close to home!"

The liontaur is glad to tell the WLAers that the group will be travelling with them to South Port. From there the Chosen will most likely be looking for a ship!

Zeoll likes Winterglade's idea. "Arre you skilled at forrgerries and trrickerry, Glade? I like this plan of yourrs."

Then suddenly Zeoll is suspicious. This talk of forgeries makes him wonder. How old does this map look? Is it very old looking? Bridge Island was only raised from the sea by Domi in recent days ... just as the Chosen started out ... not more than half a dozen years ago.

"I lost trrack of the yearrs when I was dead," Zeoll says, "But any old map that shows Brridge Isle is eitherr prrophetic or fake!"

Toros 
Wednesday March 1st, 2006 11:43:12 PM
The illiterate wemic selects a tome from the box. He pages through the book hoping there might be pictures to give him an idea of the tale it tells. "Could you teach me to read?" he asks Winterglade.

Ban Maeve 
Thursday March 2nd, 2006 12:13:44 AM
"Zeoll?" asks the tawny wemic, "can you ment this map?" Ban Maeve looks with longing at the islands depicted on the parchment.

He clasps the piebald centaur on the shoulder and gives him a yellow-toothed grin. "Frient!" he says to Flat-Top, "I think we're going home!"

DM Bob & Carla 
Thursday March 2nd, 2006 12:22:15 AM
Once the taurs establish camp, they gather around the maps and those that can read do, while those that don't either wish they could or are content to allow others this role.

Once the two halves of the map are placed next to each other, the familiar outlines of the Taur Isles can be easily recognized. The writing around the edge of the map is a different matter. While it appears to be written in Tauric, other symbols grace the border and remain unintelligable despite Zeoll's attempts to decipher the script. The map has been roughly torn in half, and it is difficult to piece the two halves precisely together.

Zeoll's suspicious mind begins to question the vailidity of the map. How could a map that looks as old as this and speaks of an artifact long hidden also show Bridge Island which had only recently arisen from the ocean floor. [Zeoll please roll a Spot]

Ban Maeve suggest 'mending' the map before proceeding much further, while Winterglade explores the idea of drawing a fake map to lead Vargus' minions astray. [Does anyone have any ink? If so please make a craft check to determine just how convincing a counterfeit map is prepared]

Gecktar takes first watch and is joined by two of the members of other party, whilst Brahmah takes the opportunity to catch up on his sleep.

Zeoll  d20+9=20 d20+6=8
Thursday March 2nd, 2006 12:34:39 AM
Zeoll's spot check is a 20.

[OOC: Zeoll's detect magic and search of the box yeilded nothing? (see post above) I'll assume not.]

"Hmmm," Zeoll says. "The map did not detect as magic. And yet my Comprrehend Languages spell does not reveal the meaning of these odd rrunes. My suspicion is that these rrunes arre meaningless."

[OOC to DM: Are the odd runes only on the new half of the map? How about on the old half of the map?]

"What's the chance that the bad guys stole Glade's idea, got to the map firrst, and arre trrying to foist a fake map off on us?"

Bard Lore check 8 is pretty much useless!

Gecktar 
Thursday March 2nd, 2006 3:22:52 AM
"It sounds possible as if this was the true map, they surely want it back. And I'm still waiting for them. I'm very anxious, almost seeing a threat at each corner or behind each tree. Maybe they were at the auctioning to make us spend all our money...."

"And... thinking about this it is really a good plan, that will lead us away from our goal..."

Gecktar mood is really sad, because he thinks this was too easy. Vargas has still many cards to play... What will be the next.

"I have some means to repair the map if possible. Just tell me if you want me to do it and I will prepare the corresponding prayers."

"And I have some ink if you need some to make another map." concludes Gecktar

Winterglade 
Thursday March 2nd, 2006 6:59:20 AM
"Winterglade can teach you to read, yes, if you have the endurance to withstand the rants of Old Pobby." - he pats his saddlebags.

The tail of the centaur is now wagging in a slow, deliberate pattern. "Not sure, not sure, Winterglade is not sure if the map is true. It could be a fake. But also, an island only recently raised from the bottom of the sea could have been risen before. Tell me, did you see any old buildings on the Bridge Island? Ruins? Dungeons maybe?... Symbols not deciphered by Comprehend Languages need not be meaningless... their meaning may depend on context... the Windwalkers might put a High Woldian rune meaning "son of a dog of female persuasion" on the door of a greedy merchant, on a tombstone, or as part of their signature. Meaning depends on the intention of the writer..."

"Need to make sure, yes." Winterglade walks over to Brahmah and shakes him out of his sleep. "Captain, we worry if the map is a fake. You be the sailor here. Look at all that detail on the chart. Do you think Vargas could have produced such a detailed thing in a hurry?"

"Might be worth checking if the Bridge Island haven't been added on later."

"Gecktar, rest assured Vargas will show up. Winterglade thinks we only bought ourselves some time by travelling alongside WLA."

"Tomorrow morning let us prepare such magic as we can to aid in the creation of the decoy map, and let the one most skilled in calligraphy perform the deed."

Flat-top 
Thursday March 2nd, 2006 7:53:29 AM
Flat-top tries to remember the first time the taurs The building WAS there, he remembers the big oak double doors. "Zeoll!" he calls, "Do you remember any thing before you died? Like when we first set hooves on the Island? Gee I wish Kale was here! That Rogue was one of the first one there too! We are the origanel Party"

He remember marching on the bridge, there were alone(the taurs and the humans came later.) Opening the frount doors, the beautiful Holy Hall of Prayers, where we later pace the Heart od Domi and teaching our children. To the left was the bed stalls (rooms) for our privet use, then the big Dinning Room and also used as a Meeting Place. Then that beautiful Kitchen and it was all stock up with food and that's where we first met Kalor the one true Taur (He was part Minotaue, Part Centaue and Part Liontaur.

We had Meeting with Domi! when we went up to the top of the torett, that is when HE told us of our mission, BOY! What a sight!"

Flat-top seem to come out of his dream of home, he shakes his head then look at the others "That means that the Island was there Before we arrived to the island! That Map might be a reall and not a fake!".

Brahmah 
Thursday March 2nd, 2006 12:23:46 PM
Brahmah starts awake and nearly guts Glade with his kukri in response. "Huh! Waa... map? Sailor... uh, yeah, but Flat-top is a sailor too. A sailor of the Royal Navy in fact." He points to the centaur and falls back to sleep without a care, but not before mumbling, "Vargas is not sailor or even a .... topogragher.... he's a .....*#!@" He's asleep.

Brahmah 
Thursday March 2nd, 2006 3:16:40 PM
OOC: Does Brahmah owe the group any gold for the maps?!

I plan on going to the Catacombs if that is okay with everyone, provided the wonderful DMs allow it.

(OOC: Sorry! No visit to the Catacombs for Brahmah!-DM Carla)

DM Bob & Carla 
Thursday March 2nd, 2006 11:30:58 PM
The Chosen and their new allies pass an uneventful night. The sun rises over the Culverwood and a gentle breeze stirs the leaves of the trees above. Spells are prepared, prayers rendered, and the previous nights questions remain unanswered.

Is the map a fake? Can it be repaired, and if so will the very weak traces of magic that Zeoll detected about it and the odd symbols scattered through the border text on all sides become clearer? [OOC sorry for not responding to the detect magic earlier - only faint traces of magic remain on the map, including the borders]. Who will try their hand at cartography and calligraphy? And where and when might they expect an encounter with the Will of Marteus? Perhaps the new day will bring some new ideas...

Winterglade 
Friday March 3rd, 2006 6:00:21 AM
"Whoah, this one is in a sour mood when waken!" The centaur jumps away from Brahmah.

In the early evening Winterglade dozes off while staning up, as is his custom, arms folded on his chest. But an hour or two later, when the moon rises over the horizon, he is wide awake and not worse for the wear. He spends the rest of the night in quiet contemplation, and, when the dawn is at hand, leaves for an hour to run in the wild [standard selection of spells, but Guidance over all 0th and 1st level slots aside from domain, and Make Whole over Delay Poison].

"Winterglade can try to ask the Brawler to restore the map to its original condition. Shall he do so?" Unless advised not to, he invokes a brief, quiet, rhytmic chant over the torn chart, his hands hovering over the halves of parchment [casts Make Whole].

Then the centaur selects a blank page from the back of his book and, with visible regret, cuts it cleanly out of the tome.

"Who shall draw the map? Winterglade will ask the Smith for Guidance." [Several Guidance spells ready, should be enough to last during the whole process].


Flat-top 
Friday March 3rd, 2006 8:33:35 AM
Watches as Winterglade wakes (or tries to wake) Brahmah up! Flat-top (who's not too far away) Tells him, "Now you know as to why NOBODY wakes Any minotaurs from a nap or aleep. They are very bullish that way!
You also have to watch the Liontaurs when you do that,They have very sharp Claws and a fast swing. Other wise they are very good friends."

When night time comes Flat-top will lean on a sturdy tree, with his trusty Morningstar in his hand, will eventuly fall asleep.

When morning come around Flat-top wakes when Wintergalde goes for his Run, Flat-top will make sure that his new friend is safe. After all they are in a strange place, full of danger.


Brahmah 
Friday March 3rd, 2006 11:03:09 AM
Zzzz...

(OOC: May I ask why? Are we someplace without proper access? What city are we in?)

(OOC: The party is in the middle of the Culverwood Forest.-DM Carla)

Gecktar 
Friday March 3rd, 2006 12:27:03 PM
Gecktar take his watch and then wake up Flat Top to replace him so he can rest and be fresh tomorrow.

In the morning (if nothing happen during the night) he take some time to pray Domi and invite Winterglade to share some quiet meditation around the Heart of Domi that they safe from the Hearthold keep.


Zeoll 
Friday March 3rd, 2006 8:26:12 PM
[OOC: LOL Jay! We're in the middle of the Culverwood! Miles from a city. But if we are lucky, we'll be in South Harbor soon. We might be able to stop at a town along the way, on the border of Izen and New Elenna, like, um, what's the name? ... quick look in Duncan's ... oh, yeah, Edenmoor.]

Zeoll is eager to see if the magic will mend the map. He hopes that this will be a proof of authenticity ... "Would it join the two pieces if they had neverr been one?" he asks Winterglade.

Although Zeoll liked Winterglade's idea of making a fake map, he is amused to discover that in fact none of the Taurs actually has any skill in drawing maps -- in fact, few enough even know how to write!

"Even the best idea can fail in the hands of the inept," he says to Winterglade, chuckling. "Maybe we can hirre a prroperr forrgerr in South Harrborr."

In the morning, Zeoll is more serious, and is glad to have the chance to say his morning prayers in the presence of the Heart of Domi. He explains its significance to Glade if the centaur does not fully understand its value. "This rrelic was brroken in two, half held by the centaurrs, half by the minotaurrs. We wemics had lost all claim to it due to ourr ancient sin. In the verry firrst task that Domi gave us, we brrought the two parrts togetherr so that He could make them whole."

"Of courrse, some of the entrrenched clerrgy of both rraces saw that as blasphemy, and have hated us everrr afterr."

Brahmah 
Saturday March 4th, 2006 10:26:59 AM
Brahmah wakes up with a start, rubbing his eyes.




Gecktar OOC 
Sunday March 5th, 2006 4:42:48 PM
Gilles, Lucie and their daughter Oriane are pleased to annonce the birth of Axel. The boy and his mum are fine.

Please forgive me if my posting is eratic for the next days

Cayzle OOC 
Sunday March 5th, 2006 5:46:53 PM
Congrats Gilles! a boy and a girl!

DM Bob & Carla 
Sunday March 5th, 2006 11:26:04 PM
Following his morning run, Winterglade casts Make Whole in the two pieces of the torn map. An almost imperceptible glow radiates from the map along the tear line as the fibers of the paper re-unite, reweaving in perfect alignment until the map looks as if it were drawn that day. A moment later an iridescent sheen traces its way around the symbols that occupy the borders of the map. Those that look closely can only be amazed when the map begins to change before their eyes. A sand spit begins to form a long arced tail to the south of Minotaur Island. To the east, a point on the mainland is redrawn as if it had never jutted out to sea in a region of the map that the Taurs know as a steep and daunting cliff site formed from very unstable rock. Finally, a small grey cloud forms to the north of the Shipwreck Shoals and the outline of a small jagged isle appears on the map.



Winterglade  d20+2=22
Monday March 6th, 2006 8:43:35 AM
Winterglade, having come back from his run, his sides steaming and his breathing still heavy, accepts the invitation to contemplate the Heart.

His companions, however, soon find that the young centaur is not one for quiet meditation. After standing quietly for two or three minutes, he starts to shift impatiently, and finally asks: "Eh? Is something supposed to be happening? Do you now contemplate on and evaluate the progress of your quest? Is the Smith talking to you, or what? Winterglade has never been prone to spirituality. The Brawler took him one day from the Great Plain and used him like a hammer ever since; Winterglade doesn't have more choice in his life than a hammer might have in hands of a smith."

When the time comes to Make Whole the map, the centaur muses over Zeoll's question. "Winterglade does not know" - he finally admits - "though he thinks that if two parts can be fitted together, they will be. After all, the incantation Make Whole depends entirely on the powers of Transmutation, without even trace elements of Divination thrown in..."

Then he watches in silence as some kind of dormant magic is stirred up and brought to the surface of the chart. "Well, that answers the question about the authenticity of the map, I think."

"It looks as if it has the power to update itself with every change in the real world. Winterglade wonders if it can be set to point to any other items aside from the sword? Chosen, you might have in your hands something worth much more than fifteen thousand gold. Winterglade would love to take a good look at it using Detect Magic, but he doesn't have any handy today."

Winterglade takes the box carrying the Journye from his backpack and puts it on the grass, forming a makeshift table. Then, assuming Gecktar is still willing to lend his inks, he gets busy drawing a fake map, interrupting his work every minute or so in order to improve his skill by praying for Guidance. Some five minutes later he is extremely pleased with the effects of his work [Forgery 22]. Holding his creation by the corners, he sprinkles some sand on it to remove the last remaining drops of ink. Then he examines it critically. "The picture is drawn well, but far from being able to fool an experienced sailor. If we decide to use it, we should make sure it is either thrown in a fire or water before the others get their hands on it."

Brahmah 
Monday March 6th, 2006 11:11:21 AM
The minotaur seems extremely delighted. "This is a sign! A sign. This map updates itself. This was truly a divine gift to the Chosen. Worth every copper!"

He adds. "And Glade is truly a member of the Chosen. Sent to help us." He actually embraises the newest member of the group.

"Just think Flat-top. Now we can navigate our our small ship if we buy one." :)

Flat-top 
Monday March 6th, 2006 1:16:07 PM
Is Looking at the map with Brahmah, they watch the way it changes Old familuar places and some new places. Snaping out of his day dream of Heart keep.

He listens to the Captain about going back to the island, WITH their owm boat! "Wow! Our own boat. You as the Captain and I as the First mate, the others will learn on how to Sail the Boat. I'm in, and going back to Heart keep."

Toros 
Monday March 6th, 2006 11:27:37 PM
Toros watches as Winterglade casts his magic and repairs the map.

Ban Maeve 
Monday March 6th, 2006 11:29:43 PM
"Let us make for home as quickly as possible," urges the wemic. He packs his gear and gets ready to hit the trail. "Shall I scout aheat?"



Zeoll 
Monday March 6th, 2006 11:30:17 PM
Zeoll is very glad to see that this is a magical map, and that it is the map that the party needs.

He is convinced that the party is on the right track now. "Once we get to South Harrborr we can find a ship and head forr home at last!"

DM Bob & Carla 
Monday March 6th, 2006 11:32:51 PM
Winterglade's magic mends the map, and more of it's magic is revealed. The centaur wonders what further magic it might contain, but without further examination the secrets will not be revealed. Instead he sets to work on his forgery and draws a fair semblance of the map, albeit with a few misplaced details and without the magical properties imbued in the original. Still, it is a pretty fair map and might be useful should a ruse be required.

Brahmah and Flat-top are quite pleased with Winterglade's efforts and welcome him as one of the Chosen, sure that his hand must be guided by Domi.

Ban Maeve, Zeoll, and Toros seem less easily impressed and the former suggests they make haste and break camp as Gilia and her companions have already packed their gear and appear ready to go.

"It is about two days of hard travel to make it to South Harbor" The half-elf addresses Brahmah, "Two and a half if we must wait to have our portraits drawn", she nods her head in Winterglades direction as he packs up the last of the ink and stows the forged map in a safe place.



Flat-top 
Tuesday March 7th, 2006 7:31:40 AM
Flat-top watches over Winterglade as he mend the map, As the map mends it's self, Flat-top whispers to his new friend, "Now I know for sure that Domi has Chosen you. Now you are one of us Now and for ever, or when Domi let's you go."

But to the rest of the party, "Now Let's go Home to Heartkeep!"

Winterglade 
Tuesday March 7th, 2006 8:21:58 AM
The centaur, a bit surprised, returns the hug, careful not to get a horn in his eye. "Char's Temper is yours, Captain. Winterglade won't be of much use on deck, though. He suffers terribly every time he has to board a ship, and even worse afterwards. And yes, he was chosen, too. In more ways than one, he suspects..."

Winterglade folds the forged map and tucks it into one of his saddlebags, leaving a bit of it sticking out. To Gilia, he replies casually: "A portrait? Gladly, if such be your desire. Winterglade is best at acts. Whenever you be ready, lady, just say the word."

The centaur checks his saddlebags and gets ready to depart the campsite.

Brahmah  d20+11=21 d20+7=12
Tuesday March 7th, 2006 11:22:22 AM
Brahmah pats Glade on the shoulder. "I might be able to find the remedy Kanchana used to use for sea-sickness on the other wemics. It's a mint leaf of sorts."

The ranger begins looking for it. (Survival to avoid poisonous plants 21, Knowledge Nature 12) So far, not much luck.

(OOC: I believe Eunice(Kanchana's player) used some sort of remedy to help versus seasickness)

DM Bob & Carla 
Tuesday March 7th, 2006 11:40:34 PM
Desirous to leave, the Chosen set forth on the long journey home. Winterglade has the forged map tucked casually in his saddlebag, one end jutting out. [Who has the real map? and where?]

Brahmah searches for the herb Kanchana used to avoid sickness at sea, but the pace is quick and there is little time to search effectively. Perhaps when they rest.

Gilia and her group make good time through the forest. For those that look behind, their trail seems to have vanished, and for those that tarry, the group ahead is easily lost, as if the forest itself is trying to separate them from each other.

Please make survival check vs DC 15 to avoid losing contact with each other.

Zeoll  d20+5=16
Wednesday March 8th, 2006 12:42:43 AM
[D'Oh! Missed a post! Sorry!]

Zeoll is amazed at the magical nature of the map, and sees this as a sign that the Chosen are on the right track!

Zeoll does his best to help the party find its way. [Rolled a 16!] He wishes he were more experienced so that he could talk to the trees and maybe end their animosity. And he wishes that Kanchana the Greenmage were here. But wishes do not down the gazelle, as his father used to say.

It is more important that the Chosen stay together than that they stay with the WLAers.

Unless someone else wants to, Zeoll will carry the magical map and the other maps from the box ... especially the ones of the lands near the Taur Isles.

Who has the box? Was that magical? Did Zeoll find any secret compartments in it? (I think I remember rolling a nice Search check on that a few days ago?)

Gecktar  d20+3=5
Wednesday March 8th, 2006 7:33:42 AM
Gecktar is still suspicious about what could happen at anytime. They must stay together but some strange events seem to hinder their progression...

(Survival DC5)

Winterglade  d20+7=11 d20+5=16
Wednesday March 8th, 2006 8:25:43 AM
One of Winterglade's saddlebags gets caught up in a thornbush near the path, and even though it takes him only a moment to untangle it, he realizes with some frustration that the party is already gone without trace [Survival 11].

Climbing the nearest tree is, of course, not an option. Calling out doesn't feel like a good idea, either. Winterglade eventually decides that it would be best to try to make loud animal noises. There is a problem with that, too: having been brought up in the steppes he does not know how to imitate forest animals. So:

A sad howling of the woldian singing prairie dog rises to the gloomy canopy of leaves, spooking flocks of birds that scatter in all directions. Winterglade is advancing steadily forward, listening for a response [Listen 16]

Flat-top  d20+3=12
Wednesday March 8th, 2006 9:10:07 AM
Flat-top is happy that they are going back to Heartkeep, When he sees that Winterglade and Gectar are missing?
He trots back a few feets, but no where in sight??
He turns to tell the Captain, But the party is nowhere in sight???
"Oh! No! Brahmah is going to kill me!"

When the Howling statrs. "I wonder if Wolves like horse meat? What am I thinking of course they love meat!!"

Flat-top takes his Morning Star, now he's will try to find his friens (The Lost ones).

Brahmah 
Wednesday March 8th, 2006 1:45:29 PM
The Captain of the Chosen has the real map.

Flat-top can't be found, but Brahmah figures he's leaving a trail of road apples and is to busy to follow the group.

Brahmah waits when he notices a straggling party member. He knows if they leave anyone behind, it could mean an ambush might claim the straggler even before the party knows theres an ambush. "Come on Chosen."

Toros  d20+3=9
Wednesday March 8th, 2006 8:47:15 PM
Toros follows the group, or at least tries to. (Survival=9) He looks over his shoulder for a moment, and when her turns around he can not see the one who a moment before was in front of him. Turning around in a slow circle, all he sees are the trees...and then a lonesome howling. The barbarian adjusts his buckler, and reaches for a weapon.

Ban Maeve  d20+6=17
Wednesday March 8th, 2006 8:50:57 PM
Ban Maeve tries to scout the way down the trail without getting too far ahead of the party. (Survival=17)

Lost!


DM Bob & Carla  Move Silently d20+7=24 d20+7=25 Hide d20+12=21 d20+12=32
Wednesday March 8th, 2006 9:36:08 PM
The maps have been divided evenly between The Chosen of Domi and the party led by the half elf named Gilia. Impatient, the mixed party strikes off before the taurs, who excited over their map and ruse of the false map effect a somewhat disorganized departure. Zeoll discerns the box that held the maps is nothing more than what it appears. He stows the 5 maps left in his care as Brahmah takes charge of the magical map. The trail is clear in front of clopping hooves and padding paws, but it is hard to see far ahead, and the group soon find themselves outpaced by the other group of adventurers.

(OOC: Brahmah, need a survival check vs DC 15 (see previous DM post). If made, you are with Ban Maeve and Zeoll, if not, you are off the trail and possibly lost.)

Ban Maeve and Zeoll stop when they realize not all are close at hand. Looking behind them, they catch the flash of light in the dimness of the forest shadows when a lost Flat-Top draws his weapon and the metallic rattle of weaponry as Toros, now off the path, arms himself. A bone chilling howl comes from very close. (Flat Top, Toros, Gecktar, Wisdom Check DC 10, Zeoll and Ban Maeve DC 5 to recognize the sound as coming from the party's newest member, Winderglade!)

Meanwhile, Winterglade hears nothing but the echo of his own wild call.

Listen vs DC 24 to Highlight to display spoiler: { hear the crack of a twig as if something is stalking through the forest} and Spot vs DC 21 to Highlight to display spoiler: {notice a slinking blue-black creature with glowing green eyes disappear into the undergrowth.}




Zeoll  d20+3=19 d20+3=12 d20+9=21 d20+6=22 d20+13=27
Thursday March 9th, 2006 2:21:53 AM
Zeoll calls out loudly, "Frriends! To me! Come herre! We must stay togetherr!"

Wis 19, Listen 12, Spot 21

Zeoll sees a creature in the underbrush. He wonders if it is anything he has heard of in legend or song (Bard Lore 22). He iimmediately pulls out his drum and attempts to entrance it with a hypnotic rhythm.

Bard Music Fascinate ability. Will save DC for the creature is Zeoll's perform roll ... in this case, Will DC 27.

Winterglade  d20+5=25 d20+5=16
Thursday March 9th, 2006 6:51:45 AM
Winterglade can't see any members of the party, but his ears catch something [Listen 25, Spot 19]. He turns around, but sees nothing. Almost instinctively his hand reaches behind and comes back with his shield, which the centaur straps on with a metallic <snap>.

If Winterglade can hear the drumming of Zeoll then he will run in that direction at full speed. Otherwise he will stand still, keeping very quiet, and trying to spot or hear whomever/whatever it was that caused the noise he heard.

Flat-top (AC 22 96/96 HP)  d20+1=18 d20+7=25 d20+6=22
Thursday March 9th, 2006 8:02:15 AM
OOC; Wisdom 18 - Listen 25 - Spot 22.

Flat-top recognizes the voice of Winterglade,(wis 18) About to shout at him when he also hears Zeoll voice not too far from the lost Centaur.

Flat-top Just about to yell at the both of them, "Do. . .?" when he hears a "SNAP!" (Listens 25) he quickly turn, to see a pare of Glowing Green Eyes with a body the color of Blue-black, Quickly slinking away in the undergroth.

Flat-top qutckly call to his friends, Zeoll! Glade! Don't Move! We are being Staked! I think I know the direction to where you are! I'll be right there!"

Flat-top will go in the direction of His Friends.

Brahmah  d20+11=16 d20+10=11
Thursday March 9th, 2006 9:54:29 AM
(Survival 16, Listen 11)

"Chosen, what is going on?"

Gecktar  d20+3=23 d20+3=20 d20+3=7
Thursday March 9th, 2006 4:30:19 PM
Gecktar finds himself isolated from the other Chosen, but hear not far from him, what seems to be the call of another Chosen. Maybe Winterglade ?

"Hey ! Chosen ! What happens ? Where are you ?

(Wis check 23 ; Listen 20 ; Spot 7)

Ban Maeve  d20+4=18 d20=4 d20+13=16
Thursday March 9th, 2006 10:40:39 PM
Ban Maeve recognizes Winterglade's tone in the strange howling. "Whatever is he toing?" he growls to Zeoll. Preoccupied by the howlings of the centaur, he doesn't see or hear anything. (Listen=4, Spot=16)

Flexing his claws, Ban Maeve stays where he is, hoping the others will find their way back to the trail. He grins his yellow toothed grin when Zeoll starts to beat his drum.

DM Bob & Carla  d20+11=16 d20+11=26 d6+4=8 d20+12=27 d20+5=6
Thursday March 9th, 2006 11:30:26 PM
Winterglades mournful howl brings an immediate response. Two long tentacles snake out from the underbrush and lash at the noisy centaur. The first slaps harmlessly at the foliage about his head, while the second strikes him across the neck, leaving a series of deep cuts across his flesh [Hit AC =16 and 26 for 8 HP -- note that Wintergalde is flatfooted this round]. The tentacles retract into the dense underbrush just as quickly as they struck leaving the wounded centaur to wonder where they came from [Spot vs DC 27 to see which square the creature is in. If you fail, roll a d3 to correctly guess which of three squares]. Twenty feet to the northwest of the embattled centaur, a small greyish orb with a large central eye and several smaller stalked eyed descends as if on a cushion of air and fixes 'Glade' in his icy stare [Will save vs DC 16 or be stunned for l round]. Winterglade believes he recognizes the smaller of the two beholders that ran the auction in the cave, the subservient one.

Both Flat-Top and Zeoll spot a shadowy shape approximately 10 feet long moving through the underbrush between them. The whemic slides his drum from it's normal resting place and begins to play, each note subtly different than the one preceding it as the bard strikes different parts of the taut surface. A feline-shaped head rises above the undergrowth and two glowing green eyes fixate on Zeoll . Two long tentacles rise above the creature's head and gently move with the beat of the music.

Ban Maeve, Gecktar, Bramah and Toros all hold their ground, wondering what is going on and where exactly their friends are. All can hear Zeoll's drum, Winterglade's howling, and the warning yelled by Flat-top and each can determine the general direction the different sounds are emanating from, but dense trees and undergrowth prevent them from seeing each other.

[OOC - please post AC, HP, Active spells and position while we are in combat - a map is on the way]

Zeoll (AC18 HP53)  d20+10=13
Thursday March 9th, 2006 11:55:00 PM

Zeoll tries to send a secret message to Flat-top, weaving his maening into the music and motions of his body -- but he fails to get his meaning across (Bluff 13). So the liontaur simply whispers in Tauric to Flat-top, "Go help the otherrs! Leave this one to me!"

Zeoll continues to play and fascinate the creature.

Toros hp 61/61, AC 25  d20+3=12 d20+5=6 d20+9=14
Friday March 10th, 2006 1:04:40 AM
Irritated with all these happening around him and standing alone, what Toros could think first is finding or being found by his friends. In order to make this easier the taur taps his tattoo and enlarges. Now the taller and bigger Taur hopes to see, and be seen better, and starts moving to the direction where he estimates that his friends would be.

OOC:
Hello everyone again, after a long trip without Woldian access! And it seems I have just returned at a right time, when the battle begins!! And many thanks, Carla for subbing and supporting Toros and I!

AC - Enlarge, + Ring of Protection, + Defensive Fight
Survival, 12, Spot, 6, Listen, 14
Composite shortbow on hand,
-4 to hide

Cayzle OOC 
Friday March 10th, 2006 6:21:32 AM
If anyone is having problems with the map, I uploaded a smaller GIF version here.

Flat-top (AC 22 96/96 HP)  d20+6=20 d20+6=25
Friday March 10th, 2006 7:59:05 AM
Flat-top watches the slithering body disapper in the underbrush, "If I had time I would take you out just for practice!"

But insted he will move south toward Winterglade howling cries, he hears the drums of Zeoll, but according to his drum call He's north of him, He'll head south as far as his fifty feet (and rock and Trees)will let him go.

Flat-top has his morning star in hand, it's more flexable than a sword and does as much damages. On his arm he has his shield as he advances. Now Flat-top will take no chanses, He'll will serch around and Look where's he going in this tricky woods.

OOC: Flat-top has no enermy to attack just now... And Tunc is about 80' away from him, so I don't think the ce3ntaur can see him yet.

Listens - 20 / spot - 25 (Oh! Gee! what a time to get a critical number.)

Brahmah (AC 25, Hps 93)  d20+10=19 d20+10=30
Friday March 10th, 2006 9:22:25 AM
Brahmah looks about and listens for signs of the group. "Damn! Putting them all on a leash and cow bell!" (Spot 19, Listen 30)

The Captain is about to yell to get someones attention, when he sees the creature nearby.

Brahmah aims and casts (from his tattoo), and Entangle spell at the axis P-Q,10-11, hoping to entangle D1.
It should be just far enough away not to reach Brahmah.
Then he moves back to S19, all the while drawing his weapons(as part of a move action).

Gecktar AC 16 HP 54/54  d20+7=24 d8+2=8
Friday March 10th, 2006 4:12:42 PM
Gecktar hearing Witerglade come close to him going east for his full move (30').

If he sees the beholder, he will cast a spiritual weapon to try to hurt it. (hit AC24 damage 8)

Winterglade AC25 HP44(52)  d20+12=22
Sunday March 12th, 2006 10:20:45 AM
Winterglade manages to shake off the stare of the lesser beholder [Will 22], but he almost wishes he hasn't - the aberration is not a pleasant thing to look at, especially in full daylight. "By the holy polka-dot pants of Flower, I have never seen anything as hideous before, and I have treated several cases of advanced leprosy, too!"

After taking a quick look around he dashes north, figuring that this is the general direction where the music of Zeoll's drum is coming from [move action: walk to M16]. Then he almost bumps into Flat-Top.

"Ware, Chosen! Eye things on the prowl!"

Not particularly looking forward to being treated to another tentacle lash, Winterglade draws a sign of anvil on his chest with his finger, invoking a simple protective incantation [spontaneous casting: Sanctuary over Silence].

[Sanctuary, round 1/6, DC16]

DM Bob & Carla  d20+7=18 d20+12=24 d20+12=24 d20+12=23 d20+12=28 d6+4=5 d20+7=24 d20+7=8 d20+7=17 2d8(7+7)+8=22
Sunday March 12th, 2006 8:47:59 PM
Zeoll continues his drumming in an attempt to continue holding the strange creature in a trance. Much to his consternation, Brahmah casts his entangle spell, hoping to further impede the beast. Alas, the casting of the spell breaks the trance and the strange cat-like creature lets out a growl and with two swift bounds, escapes the immediate area of vegetation that grasps at it's hind quarters. [Reflex 18 to avoid entanglement -- Moves to S-17].

The same creature lashes out at the captain with one of it's tentacles, narrowly missing the huge Minotaur [hit AC=24(miss)].

Toros enlarges himself in hope of being better seen, and crashes northeast through the underbrush, closing on Winterglade and the others. Branches lash at his bulk as he barrels through the trees. He is at first relieved when he converges with Gecktar and Flat-top, but can only wonder as Winterglade runs right by, snorting about some kind of 'eye thing'. Gecktar is the first to notice the small beholder as it hovers just beneath the canopy of the trees, and casts his spell. The glowing weapon strikes at the beholder, slicing off one of it's tentacles and bringing forth a shriek of pain.

The beast that had attacked Winterglade takes a swipe at the centaur as he charges north [Hit AC=24; miss] and then takes two more swings at Flat-top as he comes into view through the undergrowth Hit AC=23 (miss) and 28 for 5 HP].

The injured beholder drifts slightly to the north and with a rapid burst, targets each of the three remaining Taurs in quick succession. The first ray strikes Toros [Inflict moderate woundsHit AC(Touch) ; for 22 HP - Will Save vs DC 16 to take œ damage]. The second ray blazes wildly over Flat-top's head [Hit AC=8 miss]. The final black ray, streaks towards Gecktar and seems to encircle him in a dark aura [Hit AC 18 (Touch), Ray of exhaustion, Fort Save vs DC 16 to only be fatigued for 7 minutes -- see PHB P. 308 for details] .

"He had no right" hisses the small beholder, "He had no right to sell it all".


Zeoll (AC18 HP53) (Inspired, Entangled)  d20+4=7
Sunday March 12th, 2006 11:39:11 PM

[OOC: Given that an Entangle spell has a radius of 40 feet, I figure the effect includes both Zeoll and the Beholder. See map below.]

Zeoll gasps as grasses and vines try to entangle him. Zeoll's reflex save is a 7, and he is held fast! Oh, the ignomy! Him, a druid, trapped in an entangle!

There's not much for poor Zeoll to do now, so he sings a song designed to inspire courage in his pals. [Bardic Inspire Courage gives all a +1 damage and attack.]

Oh herre I sit enmeshed in weeds!
While Chosen fight and die so brrave!
If only I could tend theirr needs,
Well then we would escape the grrave!

And a map showing Zeoll's "revoltin' perdicamint"!

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Zeoll's Stuff Used:

Spells Typically chosen out of doors:
Level 0: Guidance, Light, Cure Minor Wounds x2
Level 1: Entangle, Charm Animal, Produce Flame
Level 2: Barkskin, Flaming Sphere

Bard Spells (+2 DC on Enchantments)

3 Level 0 spells; Difficulty Class 15 (17)
3 Level 1 spells; Difficulty Class 16 (18)

Spells Chosen From:
Level 0: Det Magic, Ghost Sound, Know Directn, Lullaby, Message, Rd Magic
Level 1: Comprehend Languages, Detect Secret Doors, Hideous Laughter

Bard Music 2 of 3 used
Metamagic Rod 0 of 3 used

Brahmah (AC 25, Hps 93)  d20+13=17 d20+14=23 d20+8=12 d20+9=21 2d4(1+1)+7=9 2d4(1+2)+7=10 d6+4=7 d6+4=7
Monday March 13th, 2006 12:46:21 AM
Brahmah attacks the creature. (AC 17, 23, 12 and 21, for 9, 7,10 and 7 damage)

If he needs to, he'll make a 5ft step in order to attack the creature.

Flat-top (AC 22 96/96 HP)  d8+1=9
Monday March 13th, 2006 7:43:59 AM
As Flat-top arrives at the sceen, Wintterglade bump into Flat-top, Flat-top sees that his new friend is hurt, so he'' use his healing Tattoo to heal Glade for 9hp, Just to take the pain away, "Head north! Zeoll is there beating his drum. Leave this beholder to us fighters. Now Go!"

Flat-top with Morning star in hand. Hears a noise behind him? He turns to see a giant Toros! "Oh! I'm so glade you found me!"

Cure Winterglade for 9hp, wish I could do the same when Flat-top is hurt.

OOC: DM - Flat-top will attack next round, he's not steping into Brahmah Blades untill he finishes his attack.

Winterglade AC25 HP52(52)  d20+5=12
Monday March 13th, 2006 8:01:35 AM
"Hold that dying bit for a moment, will you, furball?"

Just like Zeoll, Winterglade gets caught up in the writhing mass of enspelled plants. With great difficulty he manages to pull himself out of the enspelled area; there is a yelp of pain and the centaur realizes that he is leaving behind a better part of his tail [Ref save 12, I assume DC was 11, Jay?]

"Remind me to miss your next spellcasting show, Capt'n."

Winterglade moves south to join the group facing the gauth [move action: walk to M21]. Seeing that Flat-top is getting ready to pound something into the ground, he rises his medallion and invokes prayer of power to aid him in this noble effort [standard action: cast Enlarge Person on Flat-top; it will last 6 minutes, Ceil].

"Get the gazer, folks! The phasecats can wait!"

[Sanctuary, round 2/6, DC16]

Brahmah 
Monday March 13th, 2006 3:24:21 PM
OOC: Will be unable to post after 3pm Pacific time due to the fact I work graveyard at 11.

Toros hp 50/61, AC 26 (enlarge, ring of force shield)  d20+10=18 d20+6=22 d8+6=7
Monday March 13th, 2006 7:41:31 PM
The big Taur cannot escape from the sudden ray of the eye thing but maintains his composure, reducing the amount of the received damage (wisdom 18). If it would be up to him, or only he would be hurt, Toros could stand still for a moment, hoping to find another way except fight... However when the rays target Flat-top and others, the liontaur immediately reacts with his readied arrow (AC, 22) to shoot the one that tries to hurt them. Leaving the composite shortbow, the masterwork arrow becomes smaller, although the additional force from the bigger size is still reflected on its velocity. (damage, 7 with +5 strength and +1 masterwork damage?)

"Glad to see you Gecktar, Glade, and Flat-top, are you allright? And, do you think the mirrors from Flat-top could be useful now?"

Then, taking a step to the backside of the tree on his South, as if he could use it for cover with his now huge size, Toros puts his bow back, getting ready for close action.

Zeoll (AC18 HP53) (Inspired, Entangled) 
Tuesday March 14th, 2006 12:39:18 AM

Zeoll, stuck fast, keeps singing. [Bardic Inspire Courage gives all a +1 damage and attack.]

Oh rroots and vines, you hold me tight!
Why do you hug me in this way?
Why must you keep me frrom the fight?
If I werre frree, I'd save the day!

DM Bob & Carla  d100=26 d100=63 d20+7=19 4d6(5+3+2+4)=14 d20+7=24 d20+12=24 d20+12=24 d20+12=26 d20+12=30 d6+4=7 d6+4=8
Tuesday March 14th, 2006 12:39:55 AM
An embarrassed Zeoll quickly adapts to his predicament and the beat of the drum takes on a different tempo, inspiring The Chosen to hold firm against their foes. Winterglade does not react in time as the vegetation springs up around him and pulls at his withers. [OOC this is the Culverwood, a semi-sentient forest. Those that seek to animate the plant life should do so with caution].

Flat-top awaits his opportunity to strike, choosing to touch his wand to the passing Winterglade. [OOC I have Flat-top at M25 -- quite far from Brahmah]. The enlarged Toros targets the beholder with his bow, striking the creature in the middle of it's body and draws a malevolent stare from the floating orb. Brahmah attacks the cat like creature, striking with two of his slashes [AC=18]...or does he...one of the blades seems to go right through the creature without damaging it! [OOC all attacks suffer a 50% miss chance against these creatures -- please roll a D100 for each attack and beat 50% to hit].

With Toros behind cover, the large central eye of the beholder opens once again and a faint shimmering wave erupts in a cone, enveloping both Gecktar and Flat-Top [Will Save Vs DC 16 or be stunned for one round]. The beholder then fires another ray at Flat-Top. A line of fire shoots from one of the tentacled eyes striking the centaur and scorching it's flesh and mane [Hit AC=19 Touch for 14 HP]. A second tentacled eye targets Gecktar and a wave of tiredness strikes the Minotaur [Will Save vs DC 16 or fall asleep]. The tentacles of the six-legged cat-creature lash out at the smoldering Flat-Top and both narrowly miss their target [Hit AC=24 and 24 -- close call]. The second of the two cats attacks Brahmah and the tentacles rake across the captain [Hit AC=26 and 30 for 7 and 8 HP].


Toros hp 54/65, AC 25 (defensive fight, charge, rage, enlarge, ring of force shield, inspired)  d20+12=30 3d6(1+5+5)+10=21 d20+6=25
Tuesday March 14th, 2006 6:20:43 AM
Inspired by Zeoll's bardic song (where is he anyway!) and seeing Flat-top and Gecktar are in trouble, Toros rages and defensively charges the beholder, leaving the cover of the tree from the opposite direction of Flat-top and Gecktar, and retrieving his now-enlarged glaive on his move.

Attack, 27, damage 21.
Glaive is a reach weapon, enlarged glaive should reach 15-20 ft? and 3d6 as damage?
Tumble check against causing AoO of the catlike creature, 25
Wisdom +2 with rage
+ 3 to AC with defensive fight and 5 ranks in tumble
+2 liontaur charge damage


Flat-top (AC 22 96/96 HP)  d100=92 d20+15=35 d20+11=31 d8+10=16 d8+10=18 d8+10=14 d8+10=12 d4+3=4 d4+3=4
Tuesday March 14th, 2006 8:24:43 AM
Flat-top waits for a moment to attack the one eyed monster! He'll answer Toros question, "I bought Taurs size mirrors because they was rumers of a beholder in these woods, Now that I'm giant size, I can't even cover my eyes with it! So here goes!"

Flat top will attach with his Morning Star Twice then try to get the thing with his hooves, now that hes big enough to do damages with them.

Battle 92% - Attack Morning Star Ac 35(crit. Natural 20) - Ac 31(crit. attack) Damages 16+18=34hp - 14+12=26hp.
Attack hooves Ac 16 - Ac 18(I think I miss) - Damages 4+4=8.

Ban Maeve [AC=19, HP=43]  d20+7=24 d100=84 2d6(1+5)+6=12
Tuesday March 14th, 2006 9:12:14 AM
The ranger finally manages to circumvent the area of entanglement and locate his brethern in the thick foliage. He spots the displacer beast attacking Brahmah, draws his longbow and with a quick prayer to Domi lets fly with an arrow. [Hit AC=24 for 12 HP]

Brahmah (AC 25, Hps 78 of 93)  d20+16=31 2d8(6+4)+13=23
Tuesday March 14th, 2006 10:32:27 AM
"Crap!" He says as he misses.

He turns, positions himself (stepping into T21, move action) and charges the Beholder instead. (Happily take the AoO for the D1)

Brahmah attacks the Beholder with a horn gore. (AC 31 for 23 damage) He readies for

Winterglade AC25 HP52(52)  d20+3=21
Tuesday March 14th, 2006 10:36:15 AM
Winterglade, still held fast by the plants, summons the power of his master to his aid [free action: activate Feat of Strength]. There is a sound of roots being torn out of the ground, and, with mighty effort, the centaur tries to break free [full round action: break free of the Entangle; Str check 21. If that is enough to get unstuck he will move to M18].

[Sanctuary, round 3/6, DC16]

Zeoll (AC18 HP53) (Inspired, Entangled)  d20+1=8
Tuesday March 14th, 2006 6:55:28 PM

Zeoll struggles to rip free as he sings. [Str check 8]

I wish I had grreat thews of steel
Orr even brrass or tin!
'Cause then my strrength would be ideal
And frrom these tangled weeds I'd steal!
And then ourr side might win!

DM Bob & Carla  d20+12=24 d6+4=9 d20+12=21 d20+7=16 2d8(3+4)+8=15 d20+7=23 d20+12=18 d20+12=16 d20+12=29 d6+4=7
Wednesday March 15th, 2006 7:58:27 AM
An enraged Toros steps from behind his tree and runs at the beholder, glaive in hand. The displacer beast slaps at him with a tentacle as he passes by [Hit AC=24 for 9 HP], scarring the liontaur's flank.

[OOC Toros has too many things going on, cannot take a 5' step and then charge, cannot rage and tumble as tumble is a dex based skill, cannot rage, charge and fight defensively all in one action as by definition rage and charge describe reckless abandon and not defensive fighting, therefor Toros can rage and take a normal move and single attack but cannot escape the AoO and his AC is reduced by both size and rage]

Toros' glaive barely manages to hit the beholder [Beholder AC=22], but the weapon's massive size causes considerable damage [OOC normal attack = +7 +2 rage, +1 inspire]

Flat-Top also moves in on the beholder with his morningstar [I'll assume you made the DC vs 16 to not be stunned but please roll saves in future], but because the beast is hovering just below the base of the tree canopy, the centaur can only waive his morningstars futily in the air. [OOC beholder is 20'or so in the air]. He stomps his hooves in anger at the floating orb. [OOC Ceil please check your character sheet, the morningstars do 2d6+7 damage and you need to re-roll your attacks to confirm criticals in future]

Ban Maeve's shot distracts the displacer beast attacking Brahmah, providing him the moment to change direction and race over to the beholder, but he too cannot reach the eye tyrant as it rides it's cushion of air just above and out of reach of the Minotaurs massive horn. A single tentacle swipes out at him as he passes by but misses.

Winterglade just manages to rip free from the writhing vegetation and leaves Zeoll to sing his inspiring verse.

Gecktar remains where he was, presumably stunned by the beholders central eye.

The beholder, for his part, focuses his entire attention on the raging liontaur with the huge glaive. A dark ray erupts from one of the eye tentacles and heads for Toros, enveloping him in it's deadly aura [inflict moderate wounds Hit touch AC=16 for 15 HP damage, Will save vs DC 16 for half damage]. A second tentacle swings to target the liontaur and a wave of tiredness sweeps over Toros [Ray of exhaustion Hit touch AC 23, Fort save vs DC 16 to only be fatigued.

The two displacer beasts focus in on the centaur prancing about below the beholder. The first cat misses Flat-Top with both tentacles [Hit AC 18 and 16] but the second cat strikes cleanly [Hit Ac=29 for 7 HP]



Winterglade AC25 HP52(52)  3d8(7+2+8)+6=23
Wednesday March 15th, 2006 8:48:32 AM
Winterglade, finally free, quickly glances around and locates the Chosen who has taken the worst of the gauth's fury - Toros. The centaur jumps quickly to him [move action] and, with a short phrase in old Tauric, administers aid [standard action, cast Cure Serious Wounds over Invisibility Purge, heals 23 hp].

[Sanctuary, round 4/6, DC16]

Toros hp 61/65, AC 23 (fatigued, rage, enlarge, ring of force shield, inspired)  d20+12=27 d20+12=16 d20+9=11 d20+9=21 2d6(1+6)+8=15
Wednesday March 15th, 2006 9:11:03 AM
Raged and enlarged Toros tries to resist the attacks of the beholder (27 and 16 for the fort and will saves), and respond with his glaive, although his actions are less effective this time (AC 11, miss). Desperately he will rely on his paws for one last chance, if either beholder or any of the displacer beasts is at his 'enlarged' reach (AC 21, if any hit, 15 hp damage.), while taking a step, if this would give him any advantage (for instance, for flanking with Flat-top or Glade against any of the opponents? Sorry to write such openended but do not have the map)

Then, Winterglade comes like an angel to his help, healing Toros almost perfectly. 'Glade' can notice the appreciation in the eyes of the barbarian, even in a moment of rage like this.

(Can't Toros rage and fight defensively at the same time..?)

Brahmah (AC 25, Hps 78 of 93)  d20+10=20 d20+5=14 2d6(3+3)+6=12 2d6(6+1)+6=13
Wednesday March 15th, 2006 10:54:13 AM
"Shoot!" He thinks.

He stands immediately below the beholder. He draws his bow and attempts to give the beholder an arrow enima. (AC 20 and 14, for 12 and 13 damage... if I'm remotely close to hitting it?! 14 likely misses though)

Flat-top (AC 22 76/96 HP)  d20=19 d100=79 d100=23 d20+13=30 d20+10=27 d4+5=9 d4+5=6 d6+7=9 d6+7=10
Wednesday March 15th, 2006 11:05:07 AM
OOC: I reroled the Damages 9+10=19hp, I corrected my CS. Made my save (19). Percentage Made one (79%)and Miss the other (23%) Cross Bow Attack AC 30 Damages 9hp - Attack 27 Damages 10hp(i think I miss this one??)

Flat-top is bouching with four hooves of the ground. He stops Yells at the Bug Eyed Beast (While loading his cross bow) "OUCH! You singed my beautiful Hide! Take This!" then pull the triger TWICE!>>

I think Flat-top is mad??

Gecktar AC19 HP54/54  d20+8=26 d20+8=14 d20+8=19 d20+7=17 d8+1=4
Wednesday March 15th, 2006 5:59:31 PM
(OOC sorry for missing so many posts. But I've made one that was not saved ??? Maybe I failed to submit it, not sure of what happened.)

When Gecktar is struck by the first ray he felt his energy flowing outside of him but he manage to keep some (Save 26 only fatigued). the second ray take him by surprise and the only thing he was able to do was shaking his head to stay in the fight (Save 14 = stunned). Then the third ray hit him but he focuses his will and stay awake.

He then entones a prayer to Domi so as to help him and his fellows during this fight.

(cast prayer : +1 luck bonus to attack, damage, saves and skill check for allies within 40ft radius ; enemies are at -1)

The hammer continue to fight by himself : hit AC17 for 4 damage

Zeoll (AC18 HP53) (Inspired, Entangled)  d20+1=12
Wednesday March 15th, 2006 10:10:04 PM
Zeoll tries again to win free of the plants. Str check 12.

Oh, let me brreak out of this vine!
Oh, frree me frrom this living jail!
Oh, why, plant, do you so entwine?
Alas! My feeble muscles fail!

Well, the words may not be very inspirational, but the melody is what does the trick, really! :-)

Ban Maeve [AC=19, HP=43] 
Wednesday March 15th, 2006 10:32:59 PM
A growl emanates from low in Ban Maeve's chest and ancient words of tauric tumble out. He fixes the nearest feline abomination, what sick mind created these beasts? Could they even be of the same family? The wemic shudders, but none the less manages the incantation assuring intuitive insight into into the immediate future. (Casts True Strike)

DM Bob & Carla  d20+12=16 d20+12=16 d20+12=21 d20+12=23 d4=2 d6+4=5
Wednesday March 15th, 2006 11:14:57 PM
The battle goes poorly for The Chosen as the Culverwood itself seems to conspire against them. The two displacer beasts seem to blend in and out of the dense vegetation, and the beholder hovers tantalizingly out of reach casting rays of exhaustion at the frustrated Taurs.

Zeoll remains trapped in the writhing vegetation to the north of the main fight and can but sing his plaintive song. [OOC: Special 100 XP for great role play and verse!!]

Winterglade provides much needed healing to the enlarged liontaur who is too enraged to immediately notice his friend's assistance. Toros misses with his glaive, which has become more cumbersome to wield and slashes out inaffectively with his sharp claws.

[OOC: Toros - PHB p. 25 " in a rage, a barbarian gains phenomenal strength and durability but becomes reckless and less able to defend himself." - I would suggest this rules out fighting defensively.]

Brahmah cranes his neck upwards and fires from close range, but something about this particular view of the underbelly of a beholder must have disracted him, for the arrow goes wide.

Flat-Top curses at the beholder and drops his morning star. He quickly takes up a new weapon and sends two crossbow bolts into the eye tyrant's globular body [OOC: no miss chance required for the beholder, just the displacer beasts]

Gecktar and Ban Maeve spend the round casting spells.

The two displacer beasts once again unleash their attacks on the taurs beneath the beholder, but only one manages to strike true, hitting Flat-top [Hit AC=23 for 5 HP]

The beholder turns his attention back to Flat-top, "Give me what is rightfully mine and I will let you go. Flyth had no right to sell all that we had worked for." He eyes the centaur with his most menacing stare.


Zeoll (AC18 HP53) (Inspired, Entangled)  d20+11=12
Thursday March 16th, 2006 12:29:11 AM

[OOC: Thanks for the RP award!]

Zeoll figures that he is not getting out of the vines any time soon. But his friends need help! What can he do?

With Produce Flame he could hurl fire, but these vines would hinder his already poor aim. But his Flaming Sphere can go 130 feet, and lasts 6 rounds with his rod of extend. But will these vines let him cast a spell?

Zeoll tries. He concentrates on the magic, but just as he casts the Flaming Sphere spell, a vine pokes him in the eye! (rolled a nat 1 on the concentration check, rats!) That ruins the spell AND the one use of the rod!

NOTE: Inspire Courage ends in 5 rounds!

Zeoll's Stuff Used:

Druid Spells [used in brackets]:
Level 0: Guidance, Light, Cure Minor Wounds x2
Level 1: Entangle, Charm Animal, Produce Flame
Level 2: Barkskin, [Flaming Sphere]

Bard Spells (+2 DC on Enchantments)

0 of 3 Level 0 spells; Difficulty Class 15 (17)
0 of 3 Level 1 spells; Difficulty Class 16 (18)

Spells Chosen From:
Level 0: Det Magic, Ghost Sound, Know Directn, Lullaby, Message, Rd Magic
Level 1: Comprehnd Languages, Detect Secret Doors, Hideous Laughter

Bard Music 2 of 3 used
Metamagic Rod 1 of 3 used

Winterglade AC25 HP52(52)  d20+6=17
Thursday March 16th, 2006 6:47:10 AM
Winterglade looks around. Brahmah and Flat-top are hurt, but both seem far from knocking on Gargul's door. The centaur's eye catches Zeoll, still entangled by the plants of the forest.

"Come now, enough of cat music! The gazer won't ask you for an autograph when you be done!"

Winterglade takes a calculating glance at the writhing mass of plants, locating the point of origin of the spell. Then the centaur climbs to his hind legs and rises his voice in a loud shout. There is a flash of light coming from his amulet and the power of Brawler passes through him, striving to pacify the angry forest [casts Dispel Magic on the Entangle spell, caster level check 17].

Then his ears catch the phrase spoken by the gauth and he sharply turns around.

"Ere, what's that Vasha's Story you be weaving?"

[Sanctuary, round 5/6, DC16; Prayer; Inspired]

Toros hp 61/65, AC 23 (prayer, fatigued, rage, enlarge - 6 round, ring of force shield, inspired)  d20+10=22 3d8(8+8+7)+9=32 d20+10=30 d20+10=12 2d6(5+6)+9=20
Thursday March 16th, 2006 7:59:39 AM
Enraged, the liontaur does not seem to care what the beholder is talking about, and pursues his assault on it. With additional support from Gecktar, Toros is lucky enough to overcome the defense of the beholder this time, if he could still reach with his glaive (AC, 22, damage, 32). If he can he will try to move to a flanking position as well as use his paws to wound any of the enemy around (AC, 30, unconfirmed critical, damage 20 - good rolls!).

Flat-top (AC 22 71/96 HP)  d20=17 d20+13=23 d20+10=24 d4+5=9 d4+5=9
Thursday March 16th, 2006 8:50:25 AM
ooc: Made Save - Bolt#1 Ac 23 Damages 9hp - Bolt #2 Ac 24 Damage 9hp. (Sorry I'm not playing my best, I have the blues right now, but will get over it.)

Flat-top bites his lip as he get's hurt again, but will answer The One Eyed Monster Question. "What Item? The box of papers and charts?" All this time that Flat-top is talking, he is reloading his cross bow.

Flat-top brings up his crossbow, aims and shoot at the boss monster again.


Brahmah (AC 25, Hps 78 of 93)  d20+10=30 d20+10=28 d20+5=25 2d6(4+2)+6=12 2d6(2+4)+6=12 2d6(6+3)+6=15
Thursday March 16th, 2006 9:05:34 AM
"Sorry Zeoll, I'd thought you'd be safer in the vines!" He shouts with an apologetic smirk. "You owe me." He jests.

He again fires. [Adding Zeolls bonus'](AC 31, NAT 20 (crit 29), and 26, for 13(26 crit) and 16 damage)

Gecktar ac20 HP54/54 
Thursday March 16th, 2006 12:59:04 PM
Gecktar come close to Toros but stays out of reach for the enemies. He touches him while saying a prayer of warding.

(Casts shield of faith on Toros giving him +2 deflection bonus to AC)

The Tide is Turned


Ban Maeve  2d6(5+5)+6=16
Thursday March 16th, 2006 11:10:42 PM
His spell cast, the quiet wemic knocks his bow and taked dead aim on the displacer beast before him. His pulse slows, he exhales slowly, and then it is gone. The arrow slices through the vegetation, narrowly missing a low hanging branch, and drives itself deep into the chest area of one of the two cats [Critical Hit for 48 HP].

DM Bob & Carla 
Thursday March 16th, 2006 11:11:31 PM
Zeoll rubs his reddened eye and bemoans his lost spell as the entangling vegetation slaps about his face in one last wave of activity before Wintergalde manages to dispel Brahmah's magic [Sorry...a nat 1 is a nat 1].

Toros takes a last desperate swipe at the beholder with his glaive, ignoring it's attempt to parlay. The weapon opens a gaping rent in the creatures body, and bits of it's digestive tract appear to spill out. The large central eye registers surprise at the notion of his own mortality... Two crossbow bolts slam into it as Flat-top unleashes a volley from his crossbow and a final death spasm rolls across the beholder's body as Brahmah's arrow penetrates from below. It drops to the forest floor. There are one or two more twitches from one of the eye stalks, and the last vestiges of life recede from it's large central eye.

The two displacer beasts sense the changing tide and bound away from the party and into the thick vegetation, but not before Ban Maeve's arrow, guided by Domi, sends the second of the two beasts to it's end...a direct shot through the heart.


Toros 
Friday March 17th, 2006 12:45:46 AM
Toros nods to Gecktar with appreciation and search the surroundings for any other source of danger. Then the wemic approaches to his fallen opponent, and bends to see the beholder closely. With their apparent victory he will collect a totem for his bag later on. Then, everything would seem to be returning to normal, as if nothing has happened.

Flat-top (AC 22 71/96 HP) 
Friday March 17th, 2006 4:55:57 AM
Flat-top Pick up his morning Star, clips his cross bow on his belt. Now he's dirty from the stuff from the Beholder, The center will go in his saddle bags for a cloth and mirror, to wipe this stuff from his body.

He start to wipe himself, then Yells at Toro "TORO! WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO ME! You not only made me a GIANT! BUT YOU also made my white spots GREEN! LOOK AT MY HAIR, MAIN AND TAIL?? ALL GREEN! NOW what do I do?? and how long will it last??"

OOC: Happy St. Pat's Day All.

Winterglade  2d8(4+7)+6=17 3d8(3+8+5)+6=22
Friday March 17th, 2006 5:10:01 AM
Winterglade takes one last glance at the fallen gauth. "Not a smartest thing it was. To open up a conversation with a barrage of spells?..."

"What about the phasecat? Is it good eating? Does anybody know?"

The centaur proceeds to administer healing to Brahmah [CMW over Restoration(L), heals 17 hp] and Flat-Top [CSW over MCvsE, heals 22 hp]. The wounds close up at the touch of his hand. "By the Right Hand of Brawler, you DO get in trouble a lot. Better play it safe for the rest of the day, though; Winterglade is running out of healing."

Then the centaur looks behind and a soft, wailing lament escapes his lips: "Oh nooo, my poor, mangled tail! It will take years to get it back in shape!"

Zeoll 
Friday March 17th, 2006 6:22:58 AM
Zeoll walks over to Winterglade and expresses his gratitude. "Thank you for frreeing me, my frriend. I thought we werre gonerrs forr a moment. But you all did a grreat job while I was, um, tied up!"

"If I rrecall my magic item lorre corrrectly, I can use the skin of this monsterr to make a sweet cloak!" Zeoll skins the displacer beast for use in future crafting.

"As we walk on," says Zeoll, "let's please be sure to keep each otherr in sight. And also! If I am charrming or fascinating an enemy, please don't attack it if my charrm orr music is worrking!" The liontaur looks at Brahmah with a smile.

When Winterglade talks about using up his healing, Zeoll tells him that he is carrying two cure wands for the party. In fact, he offers one to Winterglade.

[OOC to Tunc Highlight to display spoiler: {I'm pretty sure that you can only take a totem if you kill the enemy ourself, with no one else doing damage?}]

Gecktar 
Friday March 17th, 2006 4:15:00 PM
Gecktar is happy to see the beholder falling and then the displacer beasts getting away. Before he can asks the question, he sees that Winterglade has already healed almost every body.

"Good job Glade, and thank you for the healing. Maybe we should talk each other about the prayers we memorise each day to be complementary."

"And Zeoll, keep the eyestalk of the beholder, I'm pretty sure that they could be used too. Don't remember exactly the purpose now but I think this could be of some help."

"Glade, I'm not sure the beasts are very tasteful... I wil let you try if you want but be sure to have a mean to cure any diseases..." he adds with a smile.


Brahmah 
Friday March 17th, 2006 4:37:29 PM
"Thanks Glade."

(Happy Saint Patrick's Day!!!!)

DM Bob & Carla 
Sunday March 19th, 2006 11:52:14 PM
A surprised Flat-Top momentarily thinks his white spots have been turned green, but it turns out to be an effect of the sun filtered through the green canopy of the deciduous trees. In fact, the whole area is bathed in the eerie green light that is natural of the Culverwood. Winterglade heals the wounded, and is thanked by the captain, Brahmah. Zeoll and Toros inspect the fallen attackers and prepare to take souvenirs. Geckatar suggests retrieving an eye stalk from the Beholder while Ban Maeve looks on in shocked silence.

(OOC: Zeoll-skinning the beast will take 1 hour and a Skill check, please, to do so effectively. Toros-only wemics can collect totems, and only from enemy they kill in single handed combat.)

(OOC: Survival vs DC 15 to Highlight to display spoiler: {discover the trail and follow its winding route through the looming trees.}

Winterglade  d20+7=10
Monday March 20th, 2006 3:06:52 AM
[Survival 10]

Winterglade looks at the phasecat while Zeoll is skinning it. "BLECK! Forget about the meal. It's all bones and skin and joints. Also, Winterglade would never eat something that had a face, no."

"Gecktar, Winterglade does not kill or spill blood. The powers the Brawler sees fit to grant him are those of protection and healing. He usually keeps little something ready to cure both body and mind, dispel harmful magic, take care of poison, paralysis, and so on. You can take a more proactive approach to defense with your magic, if you like. Winterglade will take care of basic healing, but when the going gets rough his guess is we will both be busy doing that."

The centaur accepts the wand from Zeoll and admires it resting peacefully on the palm of his hand. "Such little thing, so much power. Should he ever run out of spells Winterglade will put it to good use."

[I will put it on my sheet as party property. What I am looking here at, Cayzle, and how many charges does it have left? BTW, do you want me to chip in on the party stash?]

Zeoll  d20+1=15 d20+5=23
Monday March 20th, 2006 6:53:09 AM
Zeoll does his best, his untrained best, but is that good enough? [OOC: Untrained Craft check is a 15, Untrained Survival check is a 23]

"Well, even if I make a botch of it," the liontaur says to himself (in wemic), "the pelt can still fetch a decent price, I bet, for spell component use!"

Zeoll is careful to save every little strip.

Development ACDM Cayzle 
Monday March 20th, 2006 6:58:23 AM
An important announcement!

Friends, for over a year now, the DMs of the Wold have been of the opinion that the Taur rules are too overpowered. Therefore, we are this week rolling out NEW RULES FOR TAURS!

I will post a link on this board tomorrow to the new rules.

The next time that your character levels, please use these new rules.

NOTE that implementing these rules also means that you have the opportunity to rewrite your skills, feats, and other choices that you have made for your character.

More on this to come soon.

Thanks!

Cayzle

Gecktar  d20+3=12
Monday March 20th, 2006 8:00:44 AM
"Right ! Glade, you will take care of the protection, I will try to enhance the party for the fights. And you're right. I think that both of us will have much work to do with healing."

(Survival 12)

"Anyone knows where to go now ?"

Brahmah (AC 25, Hps 78 of 93) 
Monday March 20th, 2006 1:13:05 PM
"So, does anyone feel like something strange is going on? I feel... I don't know... different somehow." :)

Flat-top  d20+3=17
Monday March 20th, 2006 4:54:38 PM
Flat-top carefully come to the rest of the pack, "You! Brahmah! Feel Differant? Look at ME! A giant Centaur with A Giant Lointaur? If I don't get back to my normal size, I'm in trouble"

Then Flat-top turns to Toros, "Don't laugh! Your just as Tall as I am?"

Flat-top smiles and thinks it's pretty funny, imagin two taure their size trying to hide??, The centatu laught.

"My Dear Clericks can I Have a blessed Apple!" ask Flat-top.

Toros  d20=14
Monday March 20th, 2006 7:09:33 PM
The victorious Taur takes one tiny piece from the remainings of the beholder, as a memory if not a magical tattoo. This humble bard and cleric was even himself surprised how he became, when he enraged, and it will be good not to forget that.

Then he takes a look at the mirror that Flat-top has given them.

"Flat-top, now I understand how to use the mirror against the beholders, you look at them and clean afterwards..."

"And size is not a big problem but dont forget not to jump much, when you are enlarged, OK? Noone would want an earthquake at this time"

Toros spends the rest of his time to give a hand to anyone needs (Aid Another, 14>10, DC)

Ban Maeve  d20+6=20
Monday March 20th, 2006 8:34:52 PM
Ban Maeve turns from the sight of Zeoll at work. A token for the totem bag he would understand, but desecrating the corpse of a felidae, the wemic shudders.

Distancing himself from the party, he makes a reconnaissance of the area in hopes of regaining the trail out of the Culverwood and on to South Harbour. (Survival=20)


DM Bob & Carla 
Monday March 20th, 2006 9:00:16 PM
The party breaks for an hour to permit Zeoll the time necessary to perform the grizzly task of skinning the displacer beast. He manages to do a fair job of separating the blue-black pelt from the carcass, but is unable to salvage the tentacles growing from the creature's shoulders. Toros continues to poke at the beholder.

Gecktar and Winterglade use the time to discuss strategy and how each might use their magical strengths to the benefit of the party. The minotaur volunteers to cast protective and combat oriented magics while the centaur confesses his preference for the nurturing of life.

Ban Maeve and Flat-Top (OOC: was the 17 Flat-Top's Survival roll? If so, Flat-Top has a +4, not +3) locate the trail through the woods, and advise the others. Zeoll confirms the party's orientation. The quality of the light in the forest signifies that the day is more than half spent. The party has several hours yet before it will be time to make camp.

Brahmah senses the airs of change. Things will not be as they used to be, that is for sure!

(OOC: As Cayzle has noted, the rules as they apply to taurs have been changed by the PsTB. Experience points, etc. will be awarded at the end of this module, and folks will have the opportunity of revamping their PCs and performing surgery as required. A trip to the Catacombs (or equipment adjustments) will be possible at that time as well.-DM Carla)



ACDM Cayzle 
Monday March 20th, 2006 11:04:20 PM
Well, folks, Jan asked for another day to look over the new Taur Rules. I hope to post them tomorrow.

Brahmah 
Tuesday March 21st, 2006 1:17:59 AM
He rests for the hour. The ranger tries to remember the spells he has prepared.

Gecktar 
Tuesday March 21st, 2006 3:13:19 AM
Gecktar smiles at the discussion between Flat Top and Toros about the size they still have. Should the Chosen have to be discreet, they would be in trouble. But for now it's time to go...

"We should go on and put as many miles as possible between us and this area. I still fear a bad action from Vargas' guys."



Winterglade 
Tuesday March 21st, 2006 3:51:17 AM
"Come, Flat-top. Is it not wise to enjoy a change of perspective every now and then?" Winterglade dismisses the enlarging enhancement on the centaur.

"Blessed apples? Sure, let us share. Winterglade provides blesses, you provide apples."

Looking at the rays of sun shining through the canopy of the forest, Winterglade notices that the day is coming to an end. "Time sure flies when you are having fun. But Winterglade agrees, let us move on and find a spot for camp that can't be easily approached."

Flat-top 
Tuesday March 21st, 2006 7:44:25 AM
Flat-top Tell Toros "With Friend like you, Toros. We cannot be lose. Now! since we are this SIZE! let's look for the Path?". Flat-top looks around, and sure enough there is the the path.

"LOOK! OVER THERE THERE'S THE Path??" Flat-top said as he scrinks down to his normal size, "Now that was worth the adventure!"

Flat-top goes into his bag of holding, come up with about ten apples, "Glade! How many do you want?" said Flat-top with a silly smile on his face.

Toros 
Tuesday March 21st, 2006 8:15:53 AM
"Yeah, lets find and follow the path so that we do not lose each other again." Toros confirms Flat-top, and comments on other topics...

"Gecktar knows this already, but, let me remind to you, Glade, I also have some cleric power; although not as powerful as yours, hope it can be of some help, too. At least I also have healing wand to use, just in case... By the way, Ban, that last arrow you shot was incredible, indeed well-done! The Chosen have become much stronger since you and Glade came, thanks to Domi!!"

Ban Maeve  d20+7=12 d20+6=11 d20+7=13
Tuesday March 21st, 2006 10:29:04 PM
Solemnly Ban Maeve takes up the trail. He pauses momentarily, then turns to Brahmah and asks, "woult you like me to scout the way?"

If given the 'okay' by the captain of the Chosen, Ban Maeve pad carefully down the path, keeping ahead of the party by several feet and glancing back from time to time to see that the rest follow his lead.

Move Silently=12
Survival=11
Knowledge Nature=13



DM Bob and Carla 
Tuesday March 21st, 2006 11:28:21 PM
Brahmah conserves his energy while Zeoll strips the last bits of cat-flesh from the displacer beast's hide then packs it away for future use. Ban Maeve scouts ahead of the group until the air cools further and the green light of the forest deepens to darkest shadow. Gecktar, ever suspicious that the group might be followed presses the others to keep a steady pace. Toros volunteers his healing skills as back up to Wintergalde while Flat-Top shares the apples he bought several days previous from the half-elf maid, Lucy Armson, at Pullman's Crossing.

That night, the party makes camp in a small clearing at the center of which lies a very small, but very clear spring. A light crust of ice clings to the edge of the source. Remembering what they were told by the satyrs', the Chosen of Domi keep their camp fire small, and use only dead wood as fuel. The energy expended in combat, and the unfamiliar cold of the Culverwood conspires to fatigue the taurs, and each is glad when his turn at watch is over, and it is time to catch much needed sleep.

+++++

Three days pass as the group makes their way through the eerie forest, Ban Maeve leading the way with Gecktar ensuring none stray from the path. Flat-Top jests with his friends, and Winterglade is not above participating in the witty repartee. Zeoll contemplates the unfinished cloak in his pack and hopes there will be time to work on it once the party reaches South Harbour. Toros keeps an eye on the backtrail, and lends a strong hand to any who need it. With a depth of feeling that seems to come from his bones Brahmah senses change, and wonders what it means to him and the party he leads.

By mid-day on the third day the party quits the forest, as the path merges with a well worn double track through the meadow lands. The air carries the tang of salt confirming that the Lotophagi Ocean is somewhere off to the party's right, beyond their view. Night falls and the weary party crests a ridge. Off in the distance are the twinkling lights of the small coastal town known as South Harbour.


Zeoll  d20+20=32 d20+11=20
Wednesday March 22nd, 2006 12:13:53 AM

[OOC: Darn it! Missed a post! Sorry friends!]

Zeoll enjoys the walk in the forest. He looks forward to the day that he can talk with the plants and trees of places like this.

But he knows that soon the group will be at sea, heading for home. That makes him glad.

As the group comes back to South Harbor, Zeoll looks forward to meeting his young friend, Tash. He hopes she is well, and wonders what news she will have.

As the group comes up to the city, and then enters, Zeoll keeps his ears open for gossip, news and rumor. If he hears anything interesting, he engages folk in conversation.

Diplomacy 32, Gather Info 20.

Brahmah 
Wednesday March 22nd, 2006 2:44:21 AM
Brahmah takes comfort in the salt air. He takes in a lung full. "Ah..."

Winterglade 
Wednesday March 22nd, 2006 8:00:44 AM
Winterglade's reaction to the smell of sea is quite the opposite of Brahmah's.

"Winterglade smells boats. He is not happy, no. Traveling over water is not natural. If Brawler wanted us to cross oceans we would have fins."

The centaur walks at the end of the party, his head hanging down, as if he was trying to postpone boarding the ship for as long as possible.

Flat-top 
Wednesday March 22nd, 2006 8:54:56 AM
Flat-top exits the wood and the smell of salt in the air "Ahh! To see the beautiful Sea ahain! Hey I made a rhymee??" He suprises him self on how talented he is.

But he see brother Winterglade, he look down hearted. Flat-top remember that his new friend has the same sea-sickness that Kanisha had. Then he rembers what she use to take for for her upset stomack.

"Brother Winterglade! I know that you have a problem with sailing. Our Green Witch Kanisha has the same feeling, but she carried some sea weed that tasted like mint! It made the trips over the sea a little more pleasent, I'll go with you to a wizard in training with you and we'll get some for you." Smiles Flat-top.

He also remembers the times before discovering the sea weed remerdy, how Kanisha was cluching the railing of the ship, Up chucking all the way to dry land. He He! then tell himself that it was NOt funny... But then laugh again any way.

Gecktar 
Wednesday March 22nd, 2006 3:57:45 PM
Gecktar seeing the despair of Winterglade come close to him putting a hand on his shoulder. "Courage friend, Domi will give you the strength to endure that..."

He follows the group happy for a while to be in a public area but is mood soon return to suspicion as Vargas would not avoid a conflict here in the city even if innocent people would suffer from it.

Toros 
Wednesday March 22nd, 2006 9:54:07 PM
Toros takes a loooong breath from his lung in front of this breathtaking view. The sailor in his blood is in action, although the bard one seems to be in silence. He envies Flat-top.

"Waooww, Flat-top, you have great potential to be a bard, dont you think about that? Then we can write poems together, all we need is a couple of green-gnomish and of course Zeoll..."

DM Bob and Carla 
Thursday March 23rd, 2006 12:15:29 AM
The party makes their way down the knoll enjoying the milder climate, the result of warmer air carried by the coastal air masses. The excitement is contagious. When the newest member of the party confesses his dislike of travel by boat, the others are quick to offer encouragement and advice. By the time the party reaches the town, it is dark. Homes are locked up for the night, though light glows from hearths and candles behind the wavy panes of old glass. Shops and other places of business are closed for the day. A single lantern lights the empty temple of Domi.

Familiar with the twisting narrow streets and alleyways the party is able to locate their regular haunt. The place looks like it has been spruced up a bit. The previously weather beaten planks of grey have been newly white-washed. A cauldron filled with earth and planted with some red flowers sits next to the door. A new carved and brightly painted sign depicting a circle with the cardinal points, and many pointed 'petals' rayed all around hangs over the door. Picked out in gold letters is the name, The Wind Rose.

Across the street from the inn, the long wooden pier disappears into darkness. The silhouettes of half a dozen boats can be seen bobbing on the inky water, a string of lights here, a lantern there, the only thing to mark their place.

A flash of light, as the double doors of The Wind Rose burst open and a lone figure lurches out. (Spot vs DC 12 Highlight to display spoiler: { you see a six-foot tall female with coarse black hair pulled back in a ponytail and a muscular, athletic frame who seems to be 'helping' the man exit.)} "You dun'no a good an' a loyal cushhtohmer if'n he pinched yer boney arse, you ole sea hag!" he slurs insultingly as he lurches towards the nearest alley.


Brahmah  d20-2=14
Thursday March 23rd, 2006 1:22:14 AM
"Odd... even at this time o'night, shouldn't there be some clergy milling about the temple?"

Looking at the ship with doubt and with a glance at Glade, says, "I'm not sure any of these tubs would float!" He has a hard time avoiding a grin. (Bluff 14)

Winterglade  d20+5=9 d20+5=15
Thursday March 23rd, 2006 6:19:50 AM
"Yes Gecktar, Winterglade knows the Smith will give him endurance. He would only hope he adds in a way to get rid of the aftertaste of the trip."

[Spot 9]

"Ooh, an inn. Winterglade likes inns. Have you ever seen a barbrawl started in less than a small hourglass?"

Alarmed by the Captain's comment on the condition of ships, Winterglade strains his eyes [Sense Motive 15]. "Why?" He asks with a mix of confusion and worry. "Look quite sturdy to Winterglade's eyes, at least for a short journey. Or does the voyage to Taur Islands include a free trip round the Yrth?"

Flat-top  d20+5=15
Thursday March 23rd, 2006 7:23:58 AM
Spot 15

Flat-top's gate is slow enought to keep up with the group, looking at the port and all the ships thethed there, make his heart beat just a little faster.

He notices that every thing is in lock down, except the Temple and the Tavern, "OOp! This place has change hands? It looks very girlie girlie, don't you think? But if they serve Flaming Green Ghomish ...."

Flat-top has not finish his speaking when the door opens and a beautiful Female throws out a drunken bum. Flat-top hold his arms up, telling the black haired beauty "Honey! We're Home! One Flaming Green Ghomish for everybody!"

Zeoll  d20+9=24
Thursday March 23rd, 2006 8:25:17 PM
The liontaur smiles at his friends' easy-going antics. He is glad to see Glade joining in.

Grinning, he enters the inn, greeting the bouncer as he does so.

Inside, he hopes it is not too late to order some supper. Maybe a roast or a chop?

Ban Maeve  d20+13=16
Thursday March 23rd, 2006 8:28:40 PM
Ban Maeve watches the drunk as he lists away (Spot=16). He lets one strap of his pack fall away from his shoulder, and with a sigh, follows Zeoll into the inn.

Toros 
Thursday March 23rd, 2006 9:30:53 PM
Toros delightly joins the drinking or eating fest with his friends, enjoying with them what they like.

Brahmah 
Friday March 24th, 2006 1:54:35 AM
Brahmah socks Glade gently in hte arm. "Joking brother, just joking."

He also drinks and eats.

[OOC: Can we shop now? :)]

Gecktar  d20+3=5
Friday March 24th, 2006 3:14:32 AM
"Wellll, let's take a drink and get some food. And if we have chance a good bed for the night will be fine too."

Spot 5

DM Bob & Carla 
Friday March 24th, 2006 7:28:53 AM
Game post to come later today.

Waiting for confirmation that new taur rules are official and available to players.

To all: 3000 XP to each player.

Yes, you may go shopping !

Flat-top 
Friday March 24th, 2006 5:45:08 PM
Flat-top waits with arm raised to the DMs In the sky. Hoping that he can understand the new up dates,

DM Bob & Carla 
Friday March 24th, 2006 7:51:57 PM
Brahmah tries to see the vessels floating on the inky dark water, but the shapes are hard to make out. He knows their number (or thinks he does) by counting the ones with lights. No one will know the number, or if the Gossamer Wing is numbered among them, until the morning. Winterglade senses the leader of the Chosen is just trying to un-nerve him.

Zeoll leads the way into the Wind Rose. Those who have been there before recognize the interior. It is little changed. The tables and chairs a little more neatly arranged, the stale smell of ale not quite so strong, some of the booths along the walls have red curtains that can be drawn closed. There are maybe a dozen partrons nursing their drinks and talking in low voices. Gecktar, Toros, Ban Maeve and the rest pile into the large common room. Flat-Top tries charm on the big woman who stands by the door, hands on hips as the party enters.

"Kitchen's closed this hour of night," she says, eyeing the taurs warily, "s'pose I could find somethin' if ya don't mind that it's cold?" Inclining her head toward the bar, she adds, "Jacob here, can get ya somethin' to slake your thirst easily enough." A middle aged man with thinning hair peers 'round a stack of barrels. "What will it be lads!" he asks as he sets up half a dozen super-sized tankards on the counter. Leaning forward on the counter, he lowers his voice, "you folk wouldn't go by the name of Domi's Chosen now, would ye?"

(OOC: The new and official taur rules are supposed to be posted on this site sometime this weekend. Take a good week to get your PC sheet up to date, and do your shopping. Regular posting should continue since there is much to learn!-DM Bob and Carla)



Zeoll 
Friday March 24th, 2006 10:39:45 PM

Zeoll thanks the woman kindly and says cold meat is better than no meat! He tells the old man that the group is in fact one of several groups of Domi's Chosen. What can Zeoll do for him? He is at the man's service.

Winterglade 
Saturday March 25th, 2006 7:33:44 AM
The centaur enters the inn and looks around. "Why the two-legs choose to spend their miserable lives hidden from sun and wind and rain Winterglade will never understand..."

When a meal is offered he just shakes his head. "No thank you. Winterglade only eats for pleasure. Excuse my Stoneheaver's Folly, but more likely than not you will not have anything to cater to my needs."

Flat-top 
Saturday March 25th, 2006 8:41:08 AM
Smiling at the Lady, "I eat meat only when I'm froce to! Anice big salad will do fine and a nice slice of cold apple pie for desert. Ahhh! now off to to the liquid mugs for me!!"

Flat-top bellies up to the bar, (and that is hard to do for a Centaur?)"A Yes, my man Jacob, Flat-top whispers back, "we are the Chosens? Why do you have trouble here?" but the speaking louder. Green Gnomishes for every taur here!" The center places six gold peices on the bar.

While waiting for their drinks, Flat-top will look around the common room to see if the Captain of the Gossamer Wind or her first mate is in port, They would be here if they were.


ACDM Cayzle - New Rules for Taur PCs 
Sunday March 26th, 2006 1:43:46 PM
Executive Summary -- Changing your Taur to the New Rules

Introduction: The new rules for Taurs have been officially approved. Please check them out here:

Rules for Taur PCs
Minotaurs
Centaurs
Liontaurs

It is true that the new rules make Taurs weaker than they were. A big reason for the new rules is that DMs thought that the earlier rules were overpowered. I know that it sucks to be told to weaken your character. I hope that no one will be too upset, but if you want to complain or just ask me why a change was made, please write to me at cayzle@cayzle.com.

Please use these new rules in updating your character sheets. For your reference, here is a list of what has changed.

ALL TAURS

The old Taur racial feats are gone:
- OLD: Taur Weapon Use was required before some liontaurs could use manufactured weapons.
- NEW: All taurs can use weapons just like any other PC.
- OLD: Taur MultiAttack and Improved Taur Multiattack were required to fight with both manufactured weapons and natural attacks in a full round attack.
- NEW: We use the standard rules for attacking with weapons and natural attacks, and Taurs can take the core Multiattack feat from the Monster Manual.
- NEW: There are three new Taur feats, one per race, which affect charging.

Size, Weight, Age
- OLD: Official guidelines were vague.
- NEW: Age, weight, and length/height tables have been added to the rules. You can roll for height or weight OR pick values in the allowed range.
- NEW: Taurs are a bit smaller than Monster Manual equivalents, and they live shorter lives than humans.

Totem Bags
- OLD: Liontaur priests of Domi could wear totem bags and use them.
- NEW: Any minotaur, centaur, or liontaur druid, cleric, or witch of Domi can use a totem bag. It gives bonuses against foes you defeat single handed, it is a holy symbol, and if you put a magic amulet in it, the amulet functions as if it were worn.
- NEW: Liontaurs who already have Totem bags can keep them. Others have to find theirs, make theirs, or (most likely) buy theirs in the Catacombs.

CENTAURS

Ability Scores
- OLD: +1 Constitution +1 Wisdom -2 Dexterity
- NEW: +2 Con -2 Dexterity
- NEW: Existing centaurs can keep their old stats OR they can rearrange their original numbers as desired and apply the new adjustments.

Natural Armor
- OLD: +5 Natural Armor
- NEW: +1 Natural Armor

Bonus HP
- OLD: One-time bonus at first level: +4 hp
- NEW: New bonus: +3 hp

Attacks
- OLD: +2 damage when charging
- NEW: No extra damage when charging
- NOTE: Natural attacks are unchanged: 1d4/1d4 (crit 20, x2)

Skills
- OLD: +2 Wilderness Lore
- NEW: +2 Survival, -2 Climb, -2 Balance

Unchanged
- Low Light Vision
- Large in size (10 ft x 10 ft space, reach 5 ft)
- Move 50 ft
- Favored Class: Druid

MINOTAURS

Ability Scores
- OLD: +2 Str +2 Con -2 Wis --2 Chr
- NEW: +2 Str +2 Con -2 Wis --2 Chr --2 Int
- NEW: Existing minotaurs can keep their old stats OR they can rearrange their original numbers as desired and apply the new adjustments.

Natural Armor
- OLD: +4 Natural Armor
- NEW: +1 Natural Armor

Bonus HP
- OLD: One-time bonus at first level: +6 hp
- NEW: New bonus: +3 hp

Attacks
- OLD: double horn damage when charging
- NEW: No extra damage when charging
- NOTE: Natural attacks are unchanged: 1d8 (crit 20, x2)

Skills
- OLD: no skill adjustments
- NEW: +1 Spot, +1 Intimidate, -2 Diplomacy, Illiterate

Removed
- Darkvision
- Immune to Maze spells
- +3 on Will saves vs fear

Unchanged
- Large in size (10 ft x 10 ft space, reach 10 ft)
- Move 30 ft
- Favored Class: Fighter

LIONTAURS

Ability Scores
- OLD: +1 Str +1 Int --1 Dex
- NEW: +2 Dex -2 Con
- NEW: Existing liontaurs can keep their old stats OR they can rearrange their original numbers as desired and apply the new adjustments.

Natural Armor
- OLD: +4 Natural Armor
- NEW: +1 Natural Armor

Bonus HP
- OLD: One-time bonus at first level: +5 hp
- NEW: New bonus: +3 hp

Attacks
- OLD: +2 damage when charging
- NEW: No extra damage when charging
- NOTE: Natural attacks are unchanged: 1d4/1d4 (crit 20, x2)

Skills
- OLD: +1 Jump, +1 Move Silent, Illiterate
- NEW: +1 Jump, +1 Move Silent, -2 Swim, Illiterate

Unchanged
- Low light vision
- Large in size (10 ft x 10 ft space, reach 5 ft)
- Move 40 ft
- Favored Class: Ranger

Cayzle 
Sunday March 26th, 2006 9:26:51 PM
Sorry everybody! Those links were bad at first ... but I have fixed them all now.

DM Bob and Carla 
Sunday March 26th, 2006 9:33:37 PM
The lantern light of the common room reveals the hostess to be a half-orc past her middle years. She returns with a platter of cut up raw vegetables and some cheeses carefully balanced on one hand, and a basket with some breads in the other. "I was fixin' to use these in tomorrow's stew, but I can go to market and get more in the mornin'." She scoops Flat-Top's 6 goldpieces off the bar. "This will cover the food and a bottomless mug for the night! Look after these folks, Jacob. I'll be in the kitchen."

When she is gone, Jacob fills up the mugs. The piebald centaur gets his wish, and a mug filled with a violent green drink is set before him. Green Gnomish is served to any who desire it, however Jacob will wait to learn preferences. (Flat-Top and any who drink the Gnomish Highlight to display spoiler: { Fort. DC 18 to feel pleasantly inebriated, fail by 5 nausea, fail by 6 or more faint/pass out, roll a natural 1, get obnoxiously drunk, projectile vomit, then faint!}

Jacob leans on the bar and lowers his voice as he confides to Zeoll and the rest of the party, "Chosen of Domi. Yup, that's what he said. Queer little fella'. Come 'bout as high as my waist. Looked a little like you," Jacob says pointing at Brahmah, "but with little, itty, bitty horns, an' a funny beard. Come by 'bout three days ago. Said for me to tell you to stay put, he'd be back soon enough."

Zeoll 
Sunday March 26th, 2006 10:48:46 PM
The liontaur is pleased at this news, and says so to the innkeeper. "The gentleman you rreferr to is a good frriend to us. Thank you forr letting us know. Do you have rroom enough forr all of us to stay herre forr a few days, then?"

Zeoll tries the cheeses and steers clear of the raw veggies.

If Gecktar can help out with casting Eagle's Splendor, Zeoll plans to work on his cloak for a day or three.

Flat-top  d20+10=26
Monday March 27th, 2006 2:56:03 AM
OOC: DM - Flat-top was a Royal Marine in his service of the Centors Island, He's a good sailor and a fighter. He is use to Green Gnomish, But loves to introduce the drink to new new commers like Ban and Winterglade. Nasty Yes! but what do you want from a Centaur??

Flat-top takes four big mugs (Two in each hand), and clops over to Brahmah "Here Captain! have a small drink on me!"
Flat-top then goes over to Ban and Winterglade, puting the gnomishs in frount of the two newer members of the children, Then to the rest of the Party (Gectar,Toros and Zeol) he ask them "I didn't know if you Taurs wanted Gnomishes or Ale? What would you like? and I'll get it for you?"

After a few sips of his drink, the owner put food in frount of the Children of Domi, Flat-top then replies "Thank you, Boy! Are you beautiful, came You Dance?"

Save 26,
(Remember Flat-top is a sailor and a fighter in Port!!)

Gecktar  d20+9=23
Monday March 27th, 2006 5:04:31 AM
Gecktar nods to Zeoll when he asks for some help in the magic item creation : "I will provide you the spell you need for the next days. Just ask and you'll get it."

Sitting aroud the table he asks Flat-Top : "do you feet never tired ? You cannot seat and always walk around the world. Now you ca take some rest you want to dance... Flat-Top you can be called the tireless ! And yes get some Gnomish ale for me too. I will be glad to drink with you happy Centaur..."

The mood of the cleric seems to have evolved. He seems now happy among his fellows travellers and friends.

He takes a sip of the drink find it to his taste and continues to drink. (Save 23)

Winterglade  d20+9=21 d20+1=21
Monday March 27th, 2006 5:25:51 AM
Winterglade takes the mug, sniffs, and casts a suspicious glance at Flat-top. "Ere, what's this? It looks and smells like the ointment Old Rockwarren uses to treat his bad knees. Is it any good?"

The centaur takes a cautious swig from the cup, coughs, takes another swig, belches, and finally empties the mug with one, daring move.

- Glug glug glug - [Fort save 21]

"Ehhh, thish ish strong stuff, Winterglade's hneverr had anytzing likeit, nossir." The centaur's moves become a bit uncoordinated. His legs start to slowly spread in all four directions.

"Had our drinks, howzabout a shong? Yea, Winterglade knows one!"

Soon, the inn is filled with Winterglade's singing. Getting instantly drunk somehow did wonders to his voice and changed it into an untrained, but strong baritone [Perform 21].

"ZERE LIVED A YOUNG FILLY NAMED DOVE
A YOUNGZES WINDWALKER ON PLAIN
ZAT DID NOT KNOW WHATZ IZ LOVE
'TILL GLADE SHAID: I'LL EXPLAIN
HE CHASHED THE SHYZ LITTLE MISS
AND CAUGHTZ HER, FOR SHPEED SHE LACKED
AND INTRODUCED HER TO BLISH
AND HAD HER THOROUGHLY KISHED!"

The song goes on and on, every next verse more graphic than the last, and with every verse Winterglade's bobbing head gets closer to the floor.

Zeoll 
Monday March 27th, 2006 6:42:27 AM

The liontaur figures someone should keep a clear head, so he sticks to water. He thanks Gecktar gratefully and smiles at his friends taking their well-earned relaxation. He laughs at Winterglade and tells him he didn't know the group had a third bard!

Flat-top [Part Two] 
Monday March 27th, 2006 8:26:46 AM
Flat-top goes for the green Gnomisk, on his way back he sees Winterglade chug the drink, "Don't Drink ... that fast." Too late for his friend Winterglade.

Flat-top goes for a Taur seat, then put's it at the table. Listening to Winterglade song. Flat-top thinks to himself 'My new friend has a beautiful voice, and I'm glad that I don't have to teach him everything in life!'
As he help winter glade into the taur size seat, putting his head on his arms fast asleep.

To gectar he replise, "Well I have learned that sleeping on ones hooves, a centaur can breath better. You'll will find tha a center that is laying down is either, sick or dead.
As a colt I was a little bite Hyper and on the go all the time. The Royal Marines taugh be how to stand still when I have too.
But if you ask me, Well a moving target is hard to hit..."

Brahmah 
Monday March 27th, 2006 10:23:45 AM
Brahmah sits back and listens, waiting for anything to happen.

He looks for the Gossamer Wing's crew.

Toros  d20=11
Monday March 27th, 2006 7:22:21 PM
Toros enjoys the drinking as usual, getting good enough drunk (11+ 7 - 10 bonus, depending on the new character). He likes the song of Glade very much that the drunk bard tries to learn the words and convince Glade to sing together, again and again.

Ban Maeve 
Monday March 27th, 2006 8:05:59 PM
The wemic nurses an ale. Not for him strange sickly green drinks! Cutting a small piece of cheese Ban Maeve smiles his yellow grin at Zeoll, "I hope there is fish on the breakfast menu!" The ranger is quieter than usual, but he can not help but nod his head in time to the music of Winterglade, and slap his thigh and roar when Flat-Top starts to dance.

DM Bob & Carla 
Monday March 27th, 2006 8:44:06 PM
Nursing their drinks, or eschewing alcohol completely Ban Maeve, Zeoll, and Brahmah keep an eye on their more rambunctious friends as Flat-Top, Gecktar, Winterglade, and Toros let off a little steam. Jacob declines Flat-Top's invitation, but the new proprietress of the Wind Rose takes a turn on the dance floor with the nimble centaur. The pie-bald fighter learns the half-orc's name is Isabella Requin, and she is a distant cousin of the Requin family of Dirt City.

The patrons of the inn warm to the taurs' enthusiasm, and after Winterglade's song, and Flat-Tops display, the group is plied with rounds of drinks and requests for more songs and stories. Captain Brahmah watches all night, but either the red-headed captain nor the crew of the Gossamer
Wing make their appearance.

Zeoll enquires after a room, and the party is shown the same large low room at the back of the inn. "So's your friends don't have to take the stairs," he says looking knowingly at the wobbly hoofed ones. "You can have it as long as ye like. Room and breakfast 1 GP each per day."

Before falling asleep, Gecktar promises to help Zeoll with his cloak.

++++++++

On waking the diverse taurs make their way into the common room. Those who imbibed Gnomish for the first time experience the worst hangover of their lives. Even Flat-Top isn't spared a roiling stomach and headache. Sitting at one end of the largest table in the room is a little figure in a green cutaway coat and plum colored vest. His furry legs end in cloven hoofs, and dangle from the chair like a child's. Grith looks up from his bowl of oats, and his wise and benevolent face creases as he smiles. "I see you have survived the Culverwood as I thought you might," then more cryptically he adds, "did you find what you were seeking?"

Zeoll 
Monday March 27th, 2006 10:09:59 PM
Last night: Zeoll gets ready for bed, and finds his thoughts turning to his future. He feels drawn to mysteries he does not understand. He remembers the dream he had long ago, in which Tomi called him away from his home island. He remembers other dreams, most recently, of the Fae King and of Queen Maab, and before that, the deep sleep of death and his afterlife in the Lands of Rest. These are the thoughts in his head as he falls asleep.

Morning: On rising, Zeoll is silent and thoughtful. If anyone asks, says that he had a peaceful night, but his dreams were strange.

When he sees Master Grith, he smiles. He answers the Goat-taur's question gladly. "Yes, elderr frriend, we did succeed -- with cerrtainty and clearr signs that all is well. Now we head forr home, as soon as we can find a ship."

Zeoll mentions that the group was guided in the Culverwood by two fauns. He wonders if they are kin to Taurs, or to Grith himself.

Finally, he asks for a private moment with the party's wise mentor. He tells last night's dream to Master Grith in a whisper. He asks him what he thinks.

Winterglade  d20+1=6
Tuesday March 28th, 2006 8:25:41 AM
Early in the morning Winterglade returns from his spell run, his mane wet from rain.

"A hundred thousand and one wraiths of Koshe-Marr have been howling in Winterglade's head all night. Last time I take a drink from that bald-headed joker, that's for sure."

When he sees Zeoll talking to Grith he nudges the nearest party member.

"Ere, who's the bariaur? Winterglade has heard of them, but he has never seen one before."

"Looks like we drop an anchor here for a bit, no, Captain? Just as well, just as well... Winterglade has been studying that magic stick from Zeoll. He would like to try to make one himself. But first, it is time to get rid of the Journye. Winterglade would like to repay Gecktar what he owes. Besides, with all the books in them my saddlebags have given sores to my back."

Winterglade goes off in search of somebody he can unload the Journye on [Gather Info 6].

[Cayzle, what are the stats of that wand my PC carries? Might be important later on if we are in a fight.]

Flat-top 
Tuesday March 28th, 2006 8:30:38 AM
After the dance (witch he enjoyed very much), tell his dancing beautiful partner, "I have not drank Green Gnomishes fur a long time. It is starting to hit me like as if I was a colt and drinking this drink for the first time! So I say to you My beautiful Lady Good-Night." Flat-top kisses her hand.

The Centaur goes over to the Leader Brahmah, "Have you seen the Captain or her crew, I could not make out if their ship was in Dock! I'll take Winterglade with me to bed, I'll see you in the morning. Good-night!"

Flat-top pick up Winterglade, with one of his arm around Flat-top's neck, the the fighter hold on to Winterglade's waist or better his belt. "Oh! your hoves are made of rubber and you breath is fowl! We will pay for this party in the morning!" Off the two goes to bed!

As for the morning Well that's another story to be told next time.

Brahmah 
Tuesday March 28th, 2006 10:57:36 AM
Brahmah looks at Flat-top. "Nah, no ladies from the Wing. Disappointing too. Wanted to say hello."

After a little while, the Captain goes walking on the docks. He is careful not to be ambushed like the last time he was walking at night by himself so many years back.

He looks around for a ship resembling the Gossemar Wing.

Early in the morning he returns, pays the gold for a room and retires.

In the morning he prepares his spells in haste, other stuff clouding his mind.

Gecktar 
Tuesday March 28th, 2006 3:03:45 PM
Gecktar seems relieved of the anxiety of the past days. During the meal he chat with his friends and laugh at their jokes.

When Glade begin to sing he accompanies him claping in his hands.

But the arsh travel takes is toll and Gecktar feels suddenly tired. He soon goes to bed and try to rest as much as possible.

Early in the morning he wake up to try to find a tempple in the town or maybe a shrine and pray more than one hour.

He returns to the inn and then sees Zeoll chatting with Master Girth.

"Hello all, had a good night ? My head seems to have endured a dwarf charge against a giant..."

"Flat-Top, please, remember me to not take this gnomish ale the next time..."

(OOC to all Chosen : Gecktar has paid the auction for the map with his money. If we are seven Chosen the cost for each Chosen would be 2142 gp. So please remember to get back his money to Gecktar before going to the Catacombs. Thanks for him :)

Toros 
Tuesday March 28th, 2006 8:47:52 PM
OOC: Winterglade, for the wand, I think it will be good to consider that the wand is at its halflife, perhaps approximately 25 charges left, if Cayzle and DM also would agree... What is the level of the bonus healing, I am also not sure...

Nothing to mention much about what Toros does really. As usual; relax, eat, drink and sleep... at least, at this moment.

Zeoll 
Tuesday March 28th, 2006 10:33:40 PM
Zeoll gives Glade two wands: A Wand of Cure Light Wounds (46 charges) and a Wand of Cure Moderate Wounds (17 charges).

[OOC: Marcin, House rules in the Wold have replaced Craft Wand with Craft Item, a feat that gives the benefit of all PHB item creation feats except Scribe Scroll and Brew Potion. See the House Rules in the Constabulary.]

Zeoll says to Gecktar, "Do not worry, my frriend! I rrememberr yourr grreat sacrrifice forr ourr grroup. Would you rratherr have a magic item I could make forr you?" [OOC: Zeoll would be glad to make an item worth up to 4,000 gp for Gecktar.]

[OOC to Ceil and everybody -- anyone who wants help in translating their PCs to the new rules, I would be glad to help with PC sheets, if that's okay with Carla and Bob!]

(OOC: This is okay with me. Ceil, we'll help you out.-DM Carla)

DM Bob & Carla 
Wednesday March 29th, 2006 12:32:27 AM
Zeoll's sleep is disturbed with strange dreams, and yet the taur can not see the images clearly. It is as if a gossamer curtain shields the actors from his view. "Here. Let me help," breathes in his ear. It is a woman's voice. A hand reaches out to lift the curtain, and then Zeoll is awake.

A vigourous run in the morning air clears Winterglade's head of the cobwebs spun by the Gnomish. His hands itch to work, but not with weapons. The centaur feels compelled to create something of beauty and wonder, but what? With what?

Gecktar , Toros, and Ban Maeve are already seated at the table and tucking into breakfast served by the half-orc, Isabella. She takes orders, and returns to the kitchen as the taurs group around the diminutive Master. "I am so happy to learn your quest was successful. It is of paramount importance that the Black Sword does not fall into the wrong hands. It would be a tool of infinite destruction in the hands of one with a dark heart, and I worry that its magic might draw many to his side if he was to possess it." Scratching pensively behind one short horn, Master Grith admits, "I would like to see the map, if I could?" Just them Winterglade mentions his desire to dispatch with his large collection of books. "Is this the Journye to the Moones by Lord Karlton Pobberington-Whyte! All 17 volumes!" A dreamy look passes over the little taur's ancient face and he continues, "I once had the honour of perusing an early edition at the Royal Library in Plateau City. The waiting list to sign out Volume 5 was 18 months!"

++++++

Later in the morning, Brahmah explores the dock and checks out the boats anchored in the little bay. The Captain notices that the water is eerily calm and the sails of the ships dotting the bay hang limply in the still air. Returning to the street that runs along the quayside he joins Flat-Top. Both take notice that the Gossamer Wing is not amongst the ships in the bay. Coming towards the two is the elven leader of the group the party had met at the auction, and her companion in the fine armour. There is another with them and Brahmah can make out the pin signifying he is from the Wolidan League of Adventurer's, only his is a different colour.

Flat-top 
Wednesday March 29th, 2006 7:47:50 AM
The centaur follows Captain to the dock, Flat-top does not like the weather, too calm almost death man's float??. "Well! Captain. The girls are not dock here. Do you see any ship that's we can buy??" ask the centaur.

"Oh! Look Captain, here come the elves, you know the one's from the WLA! Hello there. I'm glad to see you." Flat-top will shake their hands in greeting.

Winterglade 
Wednesday March 29th, 2006 8:22:33 AM
Winterglade, his head fresh and finally unclouded by the infamous Gnomish, decides to spend the rest of the nights in port in the inn's backyard under clear sky, just like his people are accustomed to.

When Girth mentions his interest in the Journye, the centaur spreads his arms and says with disarming honesty: "Winterglade bought it, quite accidentally really, at an auction. He paid for it two thousand gold with Gecktar's money. He would like to repay the debt, so if you can settle it the books are yours. If they are worth more than what I paid I am sure Gecktar can put every coin to good use."

The centaur spends the rest of the day thoughtfully turning in his hands the wands borrowed from Zeoll. Eventually Winterglade takes his dagger and a small, plain looking stick of expensive wood out of his saddlebags. As he starts carving runes on the surface of the baton an intense aroma of cedar rises to the air.

Late in the evening there is a shout of triumph from the inn's backyard and Winterglade, very pleased with himself, enters the main chamber holding a brand new wand in his hands. The intricate pattern of runes on it is still glowing with faint blue light.

"It takes forever and a day to make one of those, but Winterglade is sure that with practice he will get better at it."

[Crafted Wand of Cure Light Wounds CL1, used up 375 gp worth of components and 30 XP]

[Thanks for the tip about Craft Item, Cayzle. This is great news! BTW, party's wands CLs are 1 and 3, right?]

Brahmah 
Wednesday March 29th, 2006 12:35:20 PM
"I'll get you your money, when I can Gecktar." Says the Captain. "Though, right now, I have to look into paying off some debts and join the League."

The minotaur walks along the quayside just taking in the scent of the ocean that is calling to him. He sees the WLA members and moves toward them. "Hello there." He introduces himself to the stranger with the elves. "I'm Brahmah, Captain of the Chosen of Domi. I was looking at joining your fine League.

I had some concerns though. Would the Chosen's holy mission be hindered by me or others from our group joining up?"

"I could pay you today I believe."

Gecktar 
Wednesday March 29th, 2006 4:30:03 PM
Gecktar never fears that the Chosen let their debt unpaid. He goes down town to see if there is something interesting to buy.

Zeoll 
Wednesday March 29th, 2006 6:08:45 PM
Zeoll ponders the dream, but decides to spend the day in more practical matters. With good Gecktar's momentary help during the day at some point, he works on his magic cloak.

At Glade's cry of triumph, Zeoll laughs. "Don't tell me about a yearr and a day, my impatient new frriend! I've been working on my cloak for ages!"

[OOC: Zeoll is upgrading a +2 cloak of Chr to +6. It takes 32 days, and this is Zeoll's 16th day of labor on it!]

[The party cure wands are at 1st and 3rd, yup.]

Zeoll restates his offer to make Gecktar a magic item.

Toros 
Wednesday March 29th, 2006 7:27:37 PM
After the breakfast and talk with Master Grith, Toros greets the elf from the WLA. Later, he congratulates Glade for his handmade wand, and tries to motivate Zeoll for his work on the cloak of charisma. "I am sure it will be a great masterpiece Zeoll, and look forward to seeing it, when it is done.., good luck with that..."

Toros also does not forget Gecktar's great, responsible action for their cause at the auction, and start thinking ways to pay his debt to him as soon as possible.



DM Bob and Carla 
Wednesday March 29th, 2006 11:20:05 PM
"Might I examine them?" Master Grith asks Winterglade, clearly distracted from the serious topics of the map and the Black Sword. "I do not know the value of the books, but I could at least advance you the exact amount that you laid out for them."

Gecktar calls in his debts, as he prepares to do some shopping and the party soon breaks up into smaller groups as each go their own way.

Flat-Top and Brahmah encounter two of the adventurers from the group they met at the auction. Gilia, introduces the taurs to the tall slender man with spectacles and long sharp nose. "I am called Gaylon" he says as he offers his hand in friendship. He laughs broadly at Brahmah's bravado and answers, "it takes more than gold to join the Woldian League of Adventurer's my large friend! One needs a stout heart and a desire to help others in the battle against evil!" As the party make their way up the street towards town Gaylon explains to Brahmah that he need not abandon his god or his mission to join the league. Brahmah and Flat-Top learn that the WLA has just recently opened an outpost in South Harbour and should Brahmah or Flat-Top join, they would have access to information on where to find food and secure lodgings, healing, resurrections, at reduced rates to members and local knowledge, history, and other information. Brahmah is invited to spend the day at the outpost getting to know the folks there and in particular the canny fighter Turmoch, a well muscled and heavily moustachioed man in a full suit of scale mail and the guardian of a large collection of weaponry. The fighter challenges the Captain of the Chosen to an afternoon of sparing..."just practice, mind you!" he says with a wink as he hands a large double-axe to Gaylon for a spell that will dull the edge.

(OOC: Brahmah will be invited to return the next day for further orientation on the WLA)

Before leaving the inn, Gecktar provides the necessary magic for Zeoll's project. Toros hangs around watching the wemic, and marvelling at his friend's skill. The day seems only a moment as Zeoll looses himself in his task, entering a trance like state as he works, he becomes oblivious to all that surrounds him.

Winterglade discovers a pretty little patio set amidst a garden behind the Wind Rose. The quiet and protected area is an ideal spot to concentrate on his project and time completely escapes the centaur until the shadows of dusk make it impossible to see.

The sun sets and Ban Maeve sits inside the common room talking to the diminutive master as newcomers and regulars filter into the inn and Isabella and Jacob serve up the evening meal.

Brahmah 
Thursday March 30th, 2006 7:05:59 AM
Brahmah takes Gaylon and Turmoch up on the offers and joins the WLA for a couple of days of orientation and sparring.

"Yes, the goal of the Chosen is to help the innocent and extinguish the darkness that I'm afraid we know too well."

"It would be great to have shelter outside of home. Will non-members be allowed to stay here too? I mean, should the situation call for it."

Flat-top 
Thursday March 30th, 2006 7:08:01 AM
Goes along with his Captain Brahmah and watches his sparing with the over stuff human.
Then he remembers the Coins he owes to Gectar! "Oh! the minotaur will be dissapointed in me if I don't give his money back."

So Flat-top tell Brahmah that he'll see him later and when these WLA want their dues, "I'll give it to them Then!" Off he goes to seek Gectar. When they meet Flat-top taks his pouch out and ask "How Much do I owe you again?" Then he count out the money.

Winterglade 
Thursday March 30th, 2006 10:53:53 AM
"Yes, please do take the books." Winterglade unpacks the Journye and hands it over to Grith tome by tome. "Please leave gold in Gecktar's hands. Gecktar, Winterglade thanks you for getting him out of tight spot. I am unable to pay you the second part of my debt at this moment, but I hope I will settle it very soon. Winterglade does not like to owe money, especially to friends."

Come evening the centaur joins the party in the inn, but makes a point of steering clear of the green vile stuff.

Brahmah 
Thursday March 30th, 2006 2:31:07 PM
OOC: How is Gecktar coming by the totals that we owe him? I thought the only money spent was 30000gp.

Please can someone catch me up! :(

Gecktar 
Thursday March 30th, 2006 2:33:36 PM
"Don't fear Zeoll, I don't forget your offer and I will stick to it. I will let you know what I want. Don't forget to ask me for other spells if you need."

When Flat-Top catch him back, Gecktar friendly smile to him. "There is no urgency to give me back the money, just don't forget. But if you want to pay your debt now it is 2142 gold pieces. And I will pay the next turn of Gnomish Ale. I will not drink it ! Just pay..."

"Toros, my friend, as I said to the other, there is no emergency. I have some money left to survive... Don't worry about it, you will find a way to pay me back sooner or later."

(OOC : what kind of item can be made ? I was thinking of a bracer enchanted with a constant shield spell for a cost of 1(spell lvl) x (1 caster level) x 2000 (constant spell) x 2 (for duration factor). But maybe hand made items aren't allowed in the Wold ? Only those described in the DMG. If so I will think about something else)

Toros 
Thursday March 30th, 2006 8:16:56 PM
"Thank you, Gecktar. I will let you know how I will pay, as soon as I determine some other issues (related with the new character according to the new rules) Meanwhile let me offer you a nice lunch, while we visit around, if you would like."

Zeoll 
Thursday March 30th, 2006 10:17:13 PM
Zeoll works through the day, losing himself in his labor. At the end of the day, he asks one of his friends who has mastered the art of writing to help him with a note. He uses an Animal Messenger spell to send it to his young friend Tash. He invites her to join the Chosen for an evening meal one of these nights.

He sleeps the night through, meditating on the voice he heard in his dream the night before, and in the morning resumes work on his cloak.

[OOC: I can make any stock DMG item or an item from the Oshirr House. If you want some other item, you have to get it approved in the Black Genie Center first -- I run that place, more or less, so go there and we can talk about any item you want to invent.]

Flat-top 
Friday March 31st, 2006 8:07:03 AM
"Very Well spent!" Flat-top takes the big pouch from his saddle bag (Though I was going to say Belt didn't you Carla?) Counts out 2,150gp, then give it to Gectar "Here Friend is you coins. Sorry I can only count up to zeros!" said the smiling Flat-top.

"Now I'm off to the WLA, to see what it is all about! Want to come with me, Toros?" As flat-top start to trot that way.

Brahmah 
Friday March 31st, 2006 10:25:40 AM
He enjoys the sparring.

DM Bob and Carla 
Friday March 31st, 2006 4:14:02 PM
The Chosen of Domi reassemble at the Wind Rose after a productive day. Arriving in time for the evening meal, the musicians in the group are plied with requests for songs and stories by the regulars with whom they partied the night before. The group enjoys themselves but this night, imbibe in moderation.

Handing gems to the value of 2000 GP over to Gecktar, Master Grith collects the 17 tomes of sir Pobbington-Whyte's masterpiece from Winterglade. "Ban Maeve here has told me somewhat of the collections you saw at the auction in the Culverwood. I wonder that this Flyth might have some things that should be removed from general circulation..." He continues in a serious tone, "Ban Maeve has agreed to be my guide through the woods. " Lowering his voice, and speaking still more seriously, he continues, "the ranger will not be rejoining your party. When I return to Plateau City I will be sending him on another mission." The diminuative sage clears his throat, "Ahem! To check on some parcels in the Floating City! We will be leaving tomorrow."

After a pleasant night, the party retires to the big room set aside for their use. Flat-Top dreams he is back in the Culverwoods with Thadius and Thalpius. The satyr's help the centaur replace his horse-shoes with handsome new red ones. They start to play their pipes and Flat-Top dances. He dances until his muscles hurt and his legs tremble with fatigue, but still the satyr's play their pipes and the red shoes dance!

Zeoll dreams as well. Once again he is watching vague figures through a diaphanous curtain. A woman's hand appears, and then the wemic is staring into eyes the color of the deepest lake, which then become the midnight sky. There is a sense of vertigo and Zeoll feels like he is falling. Falling into the water...whirling through a starry night sky...the constellations become animated...the crab reaches out his pinchers...the fish gape and wriggle...the centaur rears up...and great Taurus reaches out his mighty arms and catches the tumbling wemic. "Child of Domi, you seek a terrible thing..." he rumbles cryptically.

Brahmah wakes early and returns to the WLA outpost. Striding along the quay, he notices the water remains calm, and the air is heavy and still. There are no signs of the Gossamer Wing or her crew. Gaylon is absent through the minotaur's morning orientation and the afternoon sparring session with Turmoch. Just before Brahmah returns to the Wind Rose Gaylon appears and advises him he may want to bring his initiation fee, and his friends, and attend the WLA meeting scheduled for that night.

(OOC: Please post activities for another day through to evening.)

Winterglade 
Saturday April 1st, 2006 3:42:10 AM
Winterglade is gone for most of the morning and returns only early in the afternoon. He's been running half of the day, first to clear his head, and then just for the fun of it.

"Stone is cold and dead; kills the souls of all who dwell within it. Winterglade pities the two-legs who never venture out of their homes." - he remarks casually while he puts on his cloak and picks out stray leaves intertwined in his mane.

Then the centaur retires to his spot in the garden. Sweet aroma of cedar soon announces that he is working on improving his skill with wands. Late in the evening he emerges with another hand-made wand in his hand. It is straighter than the previous one and looks very much alike the one Winterglade got from Zeoll. "This will do." - he says, as he holds both in his hands for comparison [crafted wand of Cure Light Wounds, CL1, spent 375 gold and 30 XP].

"So Ban-Maeve is going? Well, pity. Winterglade believes in safety in numbers. It gives the troll others to swing his club at."

[OOC about crafting items: should I purchase components for crafting magic items every time I want to make something, or is it allowed to just spend gold?]

Brahmah 
Saturday April 1st, 2006 7:15:20 AM
Brahmah wakes, sore from a day of sparring, but he slept better than usual.

During the day, hs spends time at the Catacombs and then returns with his goods(Can I say I got my stuff DM's? :)) to find the Chosen scattered around town.

With that in mind, he returns to the WLA office and continues with orientation.
"So, in order to get into the WLA, I have to prove I have egood intentions? When I pay my dues, can I decide level I can enter the orginization at? Or do I have to be an initiate first before gaining ranks? What ranks can one like me (8th level ranger) gain immediately?"

Flat-top 
Saturday April 1st, 2006 8:57:06 AM
After paying his share to Gectar, he tell him "No! More! Gnomishes for a while, the last one must have bee stale, the way it hit me.."

After hearing the news that Ban is leaving for another assingment, He tell them Zole and Winterglade) "Ahh! Gee! I kinda like that Weimic, with those yellow teeth. He really scared the enermy! I'll Miss him."

He now follow his Captain into the WLA, watching and listening to what was going on. He then whispers to Brahmah, "That's a very good Idea you have there, I like it! I'm for You to give me those tattoos, the last time the catercombs did it I almost fainted! But I'm ready to get another. How much for the stuff any way?.

PS Jay that's a Yes, I'm in for a tattoo.

Zeoll 
Saturday April 1st, 2006 9:18:50 AM
Zeoll is sorry to see Ban leave. "Good luck, my frriend! It is too bad that fate parrts us, but it does my hearrt good to hearr that you will be going to the Float."

If Brahmah tells the group about his plans, then Zeoll congratualtes him on joining the WLA. "They arre noble of hearrt and purrpose, frrom what I hearr," Zeoll says, "and they arre lucky to have a new memberr of yourr caliberr."

Flat-top too, if he is thinking of joining.

As for the offer of a Tattoo, Zeoll is pleasantly surrprrised. "My old frriend, that is most generrous!" [OOC: Jay -- what spell did you have in mind? And you should let us pay the gold costs, considering you are paying the XP cost.]

That day, Zeoll works again on his cloak, glad for the chance to come closer to finishing it.

Looking at Glade's handiwork, Zeoll admires the centaur's crafting. "Well done, my frriend! The Chosen arre everr in need of healing!" [OOC: Marcin my practice has been to buy "fixin's" at the Catacombs and then craft them in game. That way there is a record of gold spent, and if you make something that someone else invented, then that person gets royalties. Also, official Wold policy, seldom exercised by DMs, is that a DM can veto any Catacombs purchase. By going through the Catacombs, you alert your DM to the things you plan to make soon, giving the DM the chance to veto or at least be aware. That's my two cents.]

In the evening, on retiring, he plays his dream over and over in his mind. He is glad, and a little scared. There are potent beings, forces, and Powers in the Wold, who usually ignore the doings of mortals. Now he seeks to attract their attention. It IS "terrible" in a way, Zeoll supposes, but he finds himself eager, not fearful. Well, not very fearful. He imagines himself in the arms of the Constellation, and imagines himself answering: Yes, thank you, great lord, but I seek it still.

(In his mind's ear, Zeoll has no accent. LOL!)

Brahmah OOC 
Saturday April 1st, 2006 5:20:01 PM
I was thinking zero level spells of the Guidance, Create Water or Know Direction spells. You know, something dead useful!
Guidance is the most useful zero level spell.

I may even be willing to do 1st level Tattoos for Chosen who don't have a 1st level one already.

You all can give me suggestions for what might fit your character.

[Marcin OOC] 
Sunday April 2nd, 2006 12:01:21 PM
[Got that Cayzle; as I've seen Zeoll in the Catacombs buying "fixin" I figured out what to do - thanks.

Jay, that is great idea! But I'll agree only if you let me pay you back in full ;). After I pay back Gilles, that is. I think I would like to go with Detect Magic, but I'd like to think on it for a bit first - maybe some druidic spell I normally don't have access to would suit me better.]

Brahmah ooc 
Sunday April 2nd, 2006 1:22:40 PM
OOC: Friends, I apologize, but I'm limited to ranger spells, zero and first level are the ones I can afford currently. Sorry that I was not clear! :(

I know Flat-top have a first level, so I'm offering a zero level to Flat-top.

I believe Toros has tattoos as well, but not sure what levels?!

Brahmah also give a non-magical tattoo to anyone who wants one. He's still learning though. ;)

Cayzle OOC on Tattoos 
Sunday April 2nd, 2006 3:10:33 PM
Jay, a person making a magic item can use the help of a friend if he can;t himself cast a needed spell. For example, Gecktar has been helping Zeoll make his Cloak of Charisma because Zeoll can't cast Eagle's Splendor. So if anyone wants a tattoo of a cleric or druid spell, Winterglade and Zeoll can help make it.

Myself, I am tending toward either cure minor wounds (0 level) or detect evil (1st level).

Brahmah 
Sunday April 2nd, 2006 5:59:07 PM
OOC: Oh thats right! cayzle, your the man.

So this is what I have so far.

Brahmah will be getting one if he gets help with the zero level or second level.

Zeoll would like either cure minor wounds (0 level) or detect evil (1st level).

Winterglade would like a detect magic or something else.

Flat-top has a first level already, but I might go with a zero level if Ceil wants one.

I need to know if Ban Maeve and Toros would like a tattoo. I'll give a few days to respond, then I will get the materials for only those who respond to me. :)

Cayzle OOC 
Sunday April 2nd, 2006 7:50:30 PM
Jay, remember that Ban is going into NPC mode since his player bailed. And do not forget our good friend Gecktar!

DM Bob & Carla 
Sunday April 2nd, 2006 11:39:22 PM
A productive day is had by all, as the Chosen of Domi breakfast together but then go off on diverse personal tasks.

Winterglade goes for a long run. He returns, his flanks thick with sweat, due to the unnaturally still air. It is such a change from the coolness of the northern forest! Wondering at how folks could habituate themselves to living under roofs, the centaur returns to the garden behind the Wind Rose and applies himself to another creation.

Zeoll continues to be inspired and works hard on his elaborate cloak with help from Gecktar. The wemic replays his dream of the night before, and with a cat's natural curiosity, wonders what future there might be in dreams.

Brahmah enjoys the soreness of tight muscles. The minotaur ranger recognizes the importance of training and staying in shape. His mind is full, too, with information gleaned from his time spent at the WLA outpost. Flat-Top accompanies his captain, and is made to feel welcomed by the members staffing the outpost.

In the evening at the appointed time, Brahmah returns to the outpost with those of the Chosen invited to accompany him. He is ushered through the building, to the enclosed yard where the sparing had taken place. The space is lit by burning basins of oil bracketed high onto the pillars supporting the building. More than a dozen individuals dressed in bright robes and shining armature are gathered near a small heavy table on which lies a thick book bound in red leather. Brahmah recognizes his sparring partner, Turmoch, several of the leaguers from the outpost, and the adventuring party lead by Gilia. Commander Gaylon beckons the taur forward, and opens the thick book. "You have demonstrated admirable ability sufficient for initiation into the Woldian League of Adventurer's. Your skill entitles you to advancement to Journeyman should you wish it." Gaylon waits for Brahmah to signal his intent. )Brahmah Highlight to display spoiler: { (Initiate+2000 GP, Journeyman +5000 GP (total 7000 GP)}) " Now repeat this oath, using the name by which you are known in this Wold," directs the tall man with spectacles and long sharp nose. His voice resonates with pride as he intones, "I, Gaylon Arafel of Plateau City, do solemnly swear to uphold the ideals of the League, to protect the innocent and combat evil wherever I may find it."

When Brahmah has taken the oath, Gaylon hands him an implement of writing and points to the book, inviting him to add his mark. The last name, about midway down the page is one Bralin Stoneminder of the Clan Coragan.

Turmoch steps out from the line of officers and he pins the blue badge on Brahmah's cloak.

(Zeoll, if attending the WLA ceremony Highlight to display spoiler: { looking up at the sky sees the constellations Centaurus, Leo, and Taurus directly overhead! Did Taurus smile?})

(OOC: I have updated character sheets for Winterglade, Flat-Top, and Toros to look over and Catacombs purchases from Brahmah and Zeoll.-DM Carla)

Toros 
Monday April 3rd, 2006 5:59:58 AM
When Brahmah has free time, Toros will congratulate him for his WLA membership and thank him for his offer for crafting tattoo. He is sure interested in having a Brahmah's tattoo, but does not know for sure what spell to choose yet...

OOC: For Brahmah's Tattoo, is the spell selection limited to divine spells or originally arcane ones can be crafted as well?

Flat-top 
Monday April 3rd, 2006 7:45:14 AM
Flat-top watches his Captain take the oath, but something stirs with in him. After Brahmah signs the BOOK, Flat-top advances to Commander Gaylord, raises his hand and takes the oath.
"I, Flat-top of the Chosen of Domi, do solemnly swear to uphold the ideals of the League, to protect the innocent and combat evil wherever I may find it." Flat-top takes the pen and signs his name under Brahmah's.

On his way back in to line, Flat-top whispers to the Captain, "If you can I'll take a tattoo of either Floating Disc or Magic Missels, Please!" Then smiles at every body.

Winterglade 
Monday April 3rd, 2006 11:02:22 AM
Winterglade accompanies the party to the ceremony, and then witnesses the oaths being taken in solemn silence. The centaur is more quiet that evening than usual, with a faraway look in his eyes. It is only late into the evening that his usual demeanor returns.

"At times, Winterglade misses the Great Plain. This town is so alien to me. How could anyone bear living that close to water. Yet I'm afraid I'll see many much more hostile places before my tasks are fulfilled."

Brahmah, Captain of the Chosen and Journeyman of the WLA 
Monday April 3rd, 2006 12:32:09 PM
Brahmah puffs up his chest and states, "I, Brahmah of Minotaur Isle and there abouts, do solemnly swear to uphold the ideals of the League, to protect the innocent and combat evil wherever I may find it."

He places his mark. "I know that name I think, Bralin Stoneminder. Where he from, a dwarf, right?"

He hands Gaylon 7000gp in pearls. Six black, worth a thousand a piece and ten white, worth a hundred a piece. "There, all paid up!" He laughs and shakes the mans hand vigorously.

(OOC: What are the feats, skills and other assundries are you granting me as a WLA member please? I know what the description says, but I like the DM's confirmation Please. I believe all I get is two skill points for usable only on a few skills? And hopefully a feat. ;))

(OOC: Brahmah gains "Toughness", plus 2 skill points since he spent 2 days training at the outpost. (climb, handle animal, jump. ride, and swim.)-DM Carla)

OOC: Friends, there are NO arcane tattoos in the Wold yet. Only divine up to 3rd level!

Gecktar, whould you like a low level divine tattoo? This doesn't necessarly constitute the payment of debt I owe you, this is a present from Brahmah to his dedicated friends among the Chosen. If you do not want a magical tattoo, Brahmah can give Gecktar a mundane tattoo.

Remember friends, any mundane tattoo is a craft check on Brahmah's part. :) Be warned! the tattoo may not be perfect. The magical tattoo are simple though.

To R&C, I will be sending the revamped updated sheet asap. I am waiting for a transaction in the Catacombs to conclude then I will send it.

Gecktar 
Monday April 3rd, 2006 12:56:42 PM
During the day Gecktar accepts the invitation of Toros "Toros, I've seen a restaurant near the harbor. They seem to have fresh fish. If you like it we could go there. After that I think I will go to the Catacombs to get some new stuff. Zeoll offered me to enchant an
objet... I think I've found what I need."

Returning to the Inn later in the afternoon, he search for Zeoll to tell him about the idea he had."Zeoll !! You're here ! Well I think I've an idea of what I need. I would like you to make a shield for me. I hope it is ok for you. As soon as I get the shield I would give it to you."

When Brahmah ask the Chosen for new Tatoos, Gecktar inquires his captain "Are these tatoos like those you have yourself or Flat-top ? Oh yes I would be glad to have one. Well... let me think about it... Maybe a Tatoo with Endure Element on it and I will never fear the harsh weather anymore... Could you do it ? I'm able to cast the spell if you need it. And asks the other if they need a clerical spell there is not problem. I would be glad to help."

(OOC about the gold most of you owe to Gecktar it was calculated like this : 15000 (because WLA paid another 15000) divided by 7 (number of Chosen). But at this time Ban was among us... leaving 2142 unpaid if he leave the group for a while...)

(OOC: Ban Maeve will repay his dept before his departure! :-)-DM Carla)

Brahmah OOC 
Monday April 3rd, 2006 4:22:56 PM
So this is what I have so far.

Brahmah will be getting one if he gets help with the zero level.

Zeoll would like either cure minor wounds (0 level) or detect evil (1st level).

Winterglade would like a detect magic or something else.

Flat-top has a first level already, but I might go with a zero level if Ceil wants one. No arcane spells, sorry Dearest. :(

Toros would like a tattoo, but doesn't know which. Decide soon friend! Within a day or two.

Ban Maeve gets nothing, seeing as how he's gone.

Gecktar wants a Endure Element Tattoo.

Going to the Catacombs now.

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Suggestion to the DMs. Perhaps you should return what Ban Maeve owes Gecktar from Ban's current gear. It would be too bad for Gecktar to be punished for Bans abandonment.

Toros tattoo- OOC 
Monday April 3rd, 2006 9:47:56 PM
When Brahmah as a ranger crafts tattoos, can we get spells like resist energy, animal messenger, alarm that are level 1 Ranger spells, as level 1 tattoos?

Toros - addition 
Monday April 3rd, 2006 9:56:18 PM
Same with Speak with Animals spells?

I think this should be possible.
And if so I suggest to choose some of these spells as tattoos. For instance, Resist Energy could be better than Endure Elements. Animal messenger, speak with animals and alarm could be handy spells, as well.

Zeoll 
Monday April 3rd, 2006 10:31:57 PM
Zeoll tells Gecktar he would be glad to help make him a shield.

At the WLA meet, Zeoll congratulates Brahmah. "The omens seem favorrable, my frriend."

DM Bob & Carla 
Monday April 3rd, 2006 11:14:05 PM
Brahmah is the center of attention as his friends new and old gather 'round to congratulate him. Gaylon takes Flat-Top aside, and looking the young centaur in the eye, offers his counsel: "Your enthusiasm would be an asset to the Woldian League of Adventurer's, but I must caution you not to join without thoughtful consideration. You have watched your friend during his first day of training, and you yourself have participated during the second day. I see you have watched and learned. Return tomorrow for training with Turmoch, our weapons master, and come speak to me afterwards."

Gaylon escorts the Chosen to the exit and has a private word with Bramah before the captain departs the outpost. "Since you have plans to return to your beloved Taur Isles I would charge you with this mission: Represent the WLA in your homeland. Set an example by combating evil, in all its deadly forms, and protect the innocent. Never forget your vow to protect those who are guileless victims."

Winderglade pines for the open plains of his homeland, but bides his time as his friends finish their preparations, and wait for their transport home.

Making their way down the twisted streets of South Harbour towards the Wind Rose Inn, the party discusses what tattoos they will receive from their captain. All is darkness except here or there where light spills from a window or pools beneath a lantern hanging from a hook near a door, as one within waits for a loved one's return. The air continues unnaturally still and warm.

(Please post actions for the evening through to the following morning, and plans for the day.-DM Carla)


Zeoll 
Monday April 3rd, 2006 11:44:45 PM

That evening Zeoll meditates on sleep, seeking a restful night. The next day he plans to continue work on his cloak.

[OOC: Any chance we could say, POOF! two weeks go by? Or a month? LOL!]

Toros  d20=3
Tuesday April 4th, 2006 12:25:27 AM
Enjoying his time with Gecktar and others, Toros starts thinking seriously what tattoos could be the best for the Chosen.

He was working on a long-forgotten level 0 spell, perhaps it could be possible to make it be used for Brahmah's tattoos.

((OOC: Cayzle, as the new Taur rules become certain, would it be possible to quickly approve the Taur's Try (+ 2 to the relevant Taur skill) so that it can be used for a new Brahmah's tattoo for the Chosen. That spell was the only T'orison that was ready to be approved and used as it is, and I have thought it is a good time for doing that... And, if it would help to make it sooner; for the moment, it can be open only to the use of our game, rather than the whole Wold.

And I would like to know, if it would be possible to get Resist Energy as the level 1 tattoo for Toros, please.))

In the later hours of the day, Toros does something that he always wanted to do. Identify the magical BATTLEAXE that he has been carrying for a long time. In order to do this, he gets an identify scroll and reads it. (Lucky enough he manages to pass the caster level check, 4 for a level 2 scroll, Magic Domain.)


Cayzle OOC 
Tuesday April 4th, 2006 6:48:36 AM
Tunc, I liked the Taur's Try spell. I'll see what I can do to fast track it, seeingas the PTB have already seen it.

As for the Resist Energy tattoo, my personal feeling is that it is against the spirit of the rules. A compromise would be to let Brahmah make it right now, but that it would count as a second level tattoo (twice a day, cast at third level, cost in the 8 grand neighborhood). That's a PERSONAL opinion, not an official one. You should talk with Woldian Rulesmeister Kent if you want to push it. But I still think it is a little sleazy.

Cayzle OOC 
Tuesday April 4th, 2006 6:48:36 AM
Tunc, I liked the Taur's Try spell. I'll see what I can do to fast track it, seeingas the PTB have already seen it.

As for the Resist Energy tattoo, my personal feeling is that it is against the spirit of the rules. A compromise would be to let Brahmah make it right now, but that it would count as a second level tattoo (twice a day, cast at third level, cost in the 8 grand neighborhood). That's a PERSONAL opinion, not an official one. You should talk with Woldian Rulesmeister Kent if you want to push it. But I still think it is a little sleazy.

Toros - OOC 
Tuesday April 4th, 2006 7:21:02 AM
Thank you, Cayzle.I understand.

Hope we can use the Taur's Try for celebrating this turn point with the Taur races. The Taur spellcasters can access to this spell, same as the Elven vision spell, and then it would be a good option for the level 0 tattoos!!

Personally I think, as the Resist Energy spell is level 1 for Brahmah, and he has the necessary item creation feature, it should be possible for him to make it a level 1 tattoo from that. But no need to push it...

I was also wondering about the spells that are arcane in nature but included in the divine cleric domains... like True Strike, Enlarge Person, See Invisibility. Are they available for tattoos any more?

Toros - OOC 
Tuesday April 4th, 2006 7:21:02 AM
Thank you, Cayzle.I understand.

Hope we can use the Taur's Try for celebrating this turn point with the Taur races. The Taur spellcasters can access to this spell, same as the Elven vision spell, and then it would be a good option for the level 0 tattoos!!

Personally I think, as the Resist Energy spell is level 1 for Brahmah, and he has the necessary item creation feature, it should be possible for him to make it a level 1 tattoo from that. But no need to push it...

I was also wondering about the spells that are arcane in nature but included in the divine cleric domains... like True Strike, Enlarge Person, See Invisibility. Are they available for tattoos any more?

Jay B on the subject of Domain Spells 
Tuesday April 4th, 2006 8:12:24 AM
Any spell in a domain are not allowed, per Cayzle's ruling several moves back. I agree that using domains strattle the fence when the arcane spells are within a domain, suck as Burning Hands or Fly.

Sorry, no domain or arcane spells will be allowed as of yet, though, I've been pondering another tattoo improvement feat that MAY be enough to add to the spells used in tattoos.

Jay B on the subject of Domain Spells 
Tuesday April 4th, 2006 8:12:24 AM
Any spell in a domain are not allowed, per Cayzle's ruling several moves back. I agree that using domains strattle the fence when the arcane spells are within a domain, suck as Burning Hands or Fly.

Sorry, no domain or arcane spells will be allowed as of yet, though, I've been pondering another tattoo improvement feat that MAY be enough to add to the spells used in tattoos.

Jay B on the subject of Domain Spells (edit) 
Tuesday April 4th, 2006 8:13:18 AM
Any spell in a domain are not allowed, per Cayzle's ruling several months back. I agree that using domains strattle the fence when the arcane spells are within a domain, suck as Burning Hands or Fly.

Sorry, no domain or arcane spells will be allowed as of yet, though, I've been pondering another tattoo improvement feat that MAY be enough to add to the spells used in tattoos.

Brahmah (OOC) 
Tuesday April 4th, 2006 8:42:42 AM
So this is what I have so far.

Brahmah will be getting a zero level tattoo, probably Guidance or Create Water.

Zeoll would like either cure minor wounds (0 level) or detect evil (1st level).

Winterglade would like a detect magic or something else. What about a Bless? You know, something a druid won't have access too?

Flat-top has a first level already, but I might go with a zero level if Ceil wants one. No arcane spells, sorry Dearest. :( How about a Detect Magic?

Toros would like a tattoo. Sorry friend, I think I'll give you a Speak with Animals or a Cure Light Wounds.

Ban Maeve gets nothing, seeing as how he's gone.

Gecktar wants an Endure Elements Tattoo.I see no reason why Endure shouldn't be allowed.

Brahmah 
Tuesday April 4th, 2006 8:44:31 AM
"It would be my HONOR, sir, to Represent the WLA in your homeland. Set an example by combating evil, in all its deadly forms, and protect the innocent. Never forget your vow to protect those who are guileless victims." Says the taur, sincerely.

"Is there no representation on the Islands yet?" He asks curiously.

Brahmah 
Tuesday April 4th, 2006 8:47:33 AM
Brahmah adds, "MY, homeland and MY vow." He blushes, even under his dark skin.

Flat-top 
Tuesday April 4th, 2006 9:32:15 AM
Flat-top Looks toTurmock in the eye, "I'll be Back Tomorow!" then off he goes with the rest of the group. "I wonder what I got my self into?? But if Captain wants me to take the test I will do it!"

Flat-top trots next to Brahmah, "Captain! I think I would like a tattoo Called 'Light'(Lvl 0 touch spell) I'm tired if carrying all those torches!
OH! by the way I'm going back to the WLA for training just like you, I though take we had very little time in fighting lately, Do you approve? I am a little rustie?"

The next morning Flat-top will show up bright and early at Head Quaters.(Leaning on the wall waiting for them to open up.)

Winterglade 
Tuesday April 4th, 2006 12:14:45 PM
The centaur spends the evening strolling in and out of the inn like a quiet shadow. Those who look out of the window at midnight will see him standing still and alone in the night, his face turned to the moon.

Eventually, he settles down in the corner of the room, hides his head in the hood of his cloak, and folds his arms on his chest. From under half-closed eyelids he is watching Zeoll's half-finished cloak. An idea slowly dawns on him.

"Hmmm... Winterglade wonders if he would be able to make one, too?"

[Jay, 0-level spell for me (still haven't decided which one), but please put Winterglade at the very end of the queue. It will be some time before I get enough coin to pay Brahmah back.]

Zeoll 
Tuesday April 4th, 2006 4:58:02 PM

Zeoll is enthusiastic about the creative efforts of his friends! He talks with Gecktar about his shield (how would you like it enchanted?); with Brahmah about Tattoos (I'll go for the CMW, for sure. It can save lives if a person is unconscious and bleeding to death); with Winterglade about the cloak he is making (he tells his new friend that the big downside is how long it is taking to make!).

He encourages Flat-top in joining the WLA and then spends the day working on his cloak (his third day of labor here by my count.)

Gecktar 
Tuesday April 4th, 2006 5:44:37 PM
Gecktar is proud to have his captain accepted among the WLA. He will have tried to if his goal wasn't on another thnig. And serving a group could ever go again the interest of another. So his mind while preoccupied he is still very happy.

"Congrats 'sir' Brahmah, you're now an important person" he says with a smile, "I'm proud for me and the Chosen to have you as captain..."

A moment later he chats with Zeoll about the way to have his shield enchanted... "Well for now I just need more protection so I would be able to sustain first line for a while. I'm thniking about giving it a special enhancement later allowing me to have all my hands free."

(OOC : just having +2 bonus, and I will enchant it with animated ability later)

DM Bob & Carla 
Wednesday April 5th, 2006 1:07:58 AM
The party returns to the Wind Rose and discuss projects. Zeoll explains his cloak is a labour of love and a long term project. Brahmah will be able to provide a magical tattoo for each of his companions, as long as they don't want anything too fancy! Flat-Top surprises his companions and retires before them. The Chosen's #1 party person is taking this WLA initiation business seriously! Happy for his friends, Gecktar none the less eyes a different prize. Toros decides to study his battleaxe a little more closely. There is something about it that piques his interest and he decides a little further magical investigation is required. (OOC: I need to do a little more research. Did Toros get this around March 2005?-DM Carla)

The Chosen of Domi retire and Winterglade alone stands a quiet vigil out of doors. The wild centaur witnesses the change in the weather as near the apex of the night, a light breeze brings relief from the south-east. The only sound is the lap of the waves against the quay, and the regular calls from the night watch on one or two of the boats moored out in the bay. When the sun rises, Winterglade is the first to notice there is a new boat anchored in the bay.

After breakfast Ban Maeve settles his debts, ensuring Ghecktar is reimbursed in full and any other loans he has incurred are honored. The liontaur presses small gifts, clay beads, tokens of his esteem for his friends, upon each of the Chosen and then waits outside the inn for Master Grith. "Do not forget the task with which you have been charged," urges the small horned taur. "Vargas never rests!" As the sound of hooves on cobbles recedes, Ban Maeve turns 'round once more and with a yellow toothed grin, waves good-bye to his friends.

Flat-Top loses no time, and arrives at the WLA outpost just as the doors are being opened. After an early morning conversation with Gaylon, the pie-bald fighter is handed off to the burly Turmoch for a work-out. (OOC: is Flat-Top going for Initiate (2000 GP) or Journeyman (5000 GP more)?-DM Carla)

Toros 
Wednesday April 5th, 2006 1:47:57 AM
Toros examines the battleaxe more closely, trying to remember its history. He had got it some time after he had joined among the ranks of the Chosen. (OOC: Toros had got the battleaxe from the loot of a battle that dates back to 2004. Please check the post: The GossamerWing. (DM Jim) Tuesday January 6th, 2004 4:05:14 PM.))

He also keeps himself busy thinking about the Taur's Try spell and Brahmah's tattoo.

(OOC: Thanks for the explanations about the Brahmah's tattoos... Have a final question, if you would not mind: Could we get the Bless Weapon, Paladin level 1 spell, for the level 1 tattoo? )

Toros - OOC 
Wednesday April 5th, 2006 2:01:07 AM
Have another question, too...

In our last battle, Ban Maeve had cast a True Strike spell and then in the next round shot an arrow to the displacer beast. For this shot, he had not rolled an attack d20 roll and just rolled for the damage, and posted the resulting damage as a critical hit.(Ban Maeve 2d6(5+5)+6=16 Thursday March 16th, 2006 10:10:42 PM) Does this mean that all attacks under the impact of True Strike are critical hits????

(OOC: Ban Maeve has a LARGE strength adjusted compound bow which deals 2d6+5(+ for other magics going on). Did not rule that True Strike was an automatic critical.-DM Bob)

Toros - addendum 
Wednesday April 5th, 2006 7:31:55 AM
Toros węshes all the best and farewell Ban Maeve, the liontaur member of the Chosen, although they did not get the chance to know him very well.

Flat-top (AC 23 96/96 HP)  d100=98 d20+14=28 d20+9=25 d8+8=14 d8+8=10
Wednesday April 5th, 2006 10:26:36 AM
Flat-top arrives as the door are open, going strait to Gaylon "I will not take away glory to my Captain Brahmah, But what I need is a good sparing with a new opponent, So I'll go for Initiate Here in this little pouch is the 2000gp."

Then he is handed off to Turmoch for His work out. "Turmock! May I please use the Morning Star that Domi himself gave me? (it's taur size and only +1)"

So they enter the arena, there's a flip of the coin, and Flat-top wins the first blow.

Attack (twice) AC 28/Ac 25 - Damages 14/10hp.

OOC: Flat-top will not use his hooves, even to keep his opponent at bay,

Percentage for going first 98%


Brahmah 
Wednesday April 5th, 2006 10:39:43 AM
(Toros, we have no Paladin to help me create the Bless Weapon. Sorry.)

Brahmah finally goes shopping and will have time to tattoo his friends. (OOC: I'll get back to R&C and email the rest with the final tattoos.)

(Dear DMs, I will send off my PC sheet and transactions from the Catacombs asap. Sorry it taking so long.
Oh yeah, doesn't Brahmah and Flat-top gain 2 skill points in certain skills for spending two days training?)

Winterglade 
Wednesday April 5th, 2006 11:24:23 AM
Come early morning Winterglade enters the inn, the expression on his face as sour as if he just ate a basketfull of lemons.

"Uh. It is with great sorrow that Winterglade has to announce that there is a new boat anchored at the harbor, and it might be the one you were looking for."

[Well, if there is a paladin in this town he could cast Bless Weapon for Toros - probably even for free, if you talk to him right.]

Toros - Tunc 
Wednesday April 5th, 2006 11:28:42 AM
I see, Brahmah. Thanks! In short, we can have druid/ranger or cleris L 0/1 spells as tattoos, sorry for taking that long for me to understand it all... And the Druid spells also provide very nice options. If Zeoll would kindly provide the spell, it would be great, if Toros could get a Faerie Fire Tattoo in the shape of a sprite, please! And again, thank you so much for your wonderful present. I have enough money to help you with the material costs, whenever you would like.

One final note that other Level 1 druid-only spells of Goodberry, or Shillelagh also could be good options for any who do not have access to Druid Spells. And, if Taur's Try could be ready, I hope it will be a good alternative for a level 0 tattoo, too!

Toros-OOC 
Wednesday April 5th, 2006 11:35:30 AM
Thanks for the suggestion, Winterglade, and sorry that I just saw of it after my post. Yes, even if not for Toros, lets see what our DM would comment on finding a Paladin in town...

Gecktar 
Wednesday April 5th, 2006 3:26:44 PM
Gecktar spends his last day roaming in the harbor. Looking at every store if there is something that can be of any use.

(OOC: did you receive my catacomb transaction ? Tell me when I can get it)

Brahmah (Illegal Second Post) 
Wednesday April 5th, 2006 3:29:46 PM
Brahmah wants to find a paladin of Domi in town and will ask a favor from him or her. The leader of the Chosen would pay him for casting a spell for him while he draws a magical tattoo for a party member.
In addition, he will see if said paladin is a WLA member. If so, he'll strike up converation with them and try for a reduced price. He will explain his and his friends cause with the Chosen and the WLA.

Zeoll 
Wednesday April 5th, 2006 6:13:01 PM
Zeollis glad to help create any druid Tattoo desired. Shillelagh is a great one for a staff user, but remember that it only works on a non-magic staff.

Faerie Fire would be fine.

Zeoll hopes that his deliveries will arrive from the Catacombs in time for the ship to depart. He figures he can use a ship voyage to keep working on his Cloak.

He is sorry that he never met his friend Tash (see post of March 30). He thinks about her that night before sleeping, praying to Domi for her health and happiness.



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