Zach R (DM) Monday August 22nd, 2011 12:49:08 PM
What you have done to this point in your life is now of little consequence. Good decisions, bad decisions, they no longer seem to matter. You at least have a chance at a lucrative future.
Well, at least if the invitation you hold in your hand can be believed.
You have questions to be sure. Makes you wish you would have asked some questions of the messenger boy who delivered you invitation. Looking back over the message it reads:
Dear Sir/Madam [Insert your name here],
It is with much honor that you are hereby cordially invited to attend a meeting at the Sabertooth Lounge, Gold Level, Floating City this evening. There you will hear a proposal for adventure and wealth to which you will be ideally suited.
Refreshments shall of course be provided.
Respectfully Submitted, -The Trade and Merchants Guild
The message seems to indicate the meeting taking place in about an hour.
OOC: It is your choice if you are alone, or with others from the group. You would only be with other from the group if it fits into your background.
Feel free to make any needed rolls, ie: Knowledge: Local or Geography perhaps.
(Sean) Toregan Dondarin AC 17/14/13 -- CMD 17 -- HP 11/11 d20+7=12 ; d20+3=6 ; Monday August 22nd, 2011 2:30:51 PM
The tan skinned, brown haired human takes one last look at the letter and stows it into his pack. He then runs one of his hands through his hair and sighs. "Damn. I had hoped it would just be one person I'd have to talk to, but it seems like its never that easy. Toregan then heads toward the Gold Level. He definitely stands out, for most of the wealthy who lived on the gold level would not expect to see a person who was garbed in worn traveling cloths and bloodstained leather walking around seemingly armed to the teeth. His own appearance wasn't much better, dirtied and with a scraggly beard forming on his face, as he had been living out on the Fence Level since he had arrived at the Floating City. The three scars running down the side of his face only add to the air of competency Toregan tries to surround himself with. As he arrives on the Gold Level, Toregan tries to remember where exactly the Sabertooth Lounge is, and If the Merchants guild was indeed the one who Toregan had heard who was interesting in Cthonia.
(Erik) Leonan Songsteel AC 21/13/18 -- CMD 19 -- HP 13/13 d20=6 ; Monday August 22nd, 2011 3:31:02 PM
Leonan, with mysterious message in hand, approaches the Mercenary Captain Willan to ask for permission to attend this enigmatic meeting with the so-called Trade and Merchants Guild. He only has an hour, so he acts with all due haste and urgency, and tries to impress the same upon his commander. Assuming he is given permission, he seeks directions from any helpful locals, and proceeds to the meeting.
Diplomacy (+0) = 6
MacK Kelgore AC 15/11/13 -- CMD 17 -- HP 19/19 d20=12 ; Monday August 22nd, 2011 4:05:56 PM
Kelgore wasn't quite sure who these people were or how they heard of him, but his purse was light and he needed something, even if it was at some snobby dinner.
To be fair, he didn't even know where this place is. He would have to ask someone, which means that he would have to TALK to them. Why do things always work like this? He could easily pass whatever challenges lay ahead, but he couldn't even FIND them...
Well, the local vagrants should know something.
Gather Information check: 10
(Corey) Tack Greenword AC 14/14/11 -- CMD 11 -- HP 12/12 d20+5=16 ; Monday August 22nd, 2011 5:02:26 PM
With a snap of his fingers, a small jet of flame erupts from his thumb and ignites the now-memorized letter. Tack lets it burn in his hand for a moment before dropping it, and stomping out the flame. He also blows on his thumb theatrically to extinguish the magical one.
A small man with no hair, Tack has the tanned face of a traveler. He also has a very rough look about him, but it is very charming -- like a dashing rogue might look. He is wearing a forest-colored cloak and similar shirt and pants, without any frivolous adornments. He has a leather satchel over his shoulder, which seems to be empty, but is paired with a light crossbow painted red. He has no shoes, but very hairy feet underneath his pant legs.
With a name on his lips, he seeks out the location of the free refreshments - the Sabretooth Lounge - as well as his traveling partner, Henrix Sharpsword. A small sorcerer in the big city, as it were.
Gather Information: 1d20+5=16
(Josh) Meranus Stormhorn AC 16/12/13 -- CMD 18 -- HP 15/15 Monday August 22nd, 2011 7:11:54 PM
Meranus reads the little missive with growing dread and annoyance. He's seated at...well, next to a table at the Message in a Bottle tavern; the surface doesn't even reach the minotaur's knees. Before him sits a properly-sized bowl of fish stew, mixed with "potatoes" and other unfamiliar vegetables, two brown loaves of bread, and a small bottle of wine that almost reminds him of home. The golden, scarred taur gives the spread a mournful look, which he then shares with his coin purse. "Do all human merchants have such obnoxious timing?" he asks the man across the table.
(Ezra, the Second) Yngvar Hefnd AC 12/12/10 -- CMD 12 -- HP 8/8 d20=10 ; Monday August 22nd, 2011 7:21:51 PM
Yngvar's eyes follow the messenger as he leaves the tavern. Turning and looking up at his drinking companion, "Well my horned friend, it appears that someone has noticed our arrival." Standing up from the table Yngvar waves a hand across his chest, cleaning off any dust or lint that has accumulated. Still looking up to his friend, "good thing I picked up that tourist's map at the gate, I happen to know where this 'Sabretooth Lounge' is, and it will take us most of that hour to get there."
Yngvar waves a hand at his friend cleaning off his clothing as well, what little there is of it. "Best put our best, horn, forward on this meeting."
(Ezra, the Second) Yngvar Hefnd AC 12/12/10 -- CMD 12 -- HP 8/8 Monday August 22nd, 2011 7:22:31 PM
(OOC) the roll has a +9 for Knowledge geography)
(Andrew) Henrix Sharpsword AC 12/12/10 -- CMD 11 -- HP 10/10 d20+4=24 ; d20+4=12 ; Tuesday August 23rd, 2011 1:35:22 AM
As the messenger leaves, Henrix Sharpsword stares down at the invitation in front of him, intrigued. He stuffs the note into his cloak, turning to face the raven sitting calmly on his shoulder. "Trade and Merchants Guild?" he whispers. "Opportunity, or trap?" Heckle shrugs his tiny wings in response.
[[Knowledge: Local (untrained): 24 Knowledge: Geography (untrained): 12]]
Tack finds Henrix in his usual place: on level 3 in a corner of the inn where they are staying, with an inkpen and a thoughtful look. He gives Tack the crumpled note. "You wwwanted an adventure, yyyes?"
Henrix will follow/lead Tack to the Lounge, once someone has figured out where it is.
[[OOC: Natural 20 on the first roll of the game, and on a relatively useless roll too. I'm not sure if that's a good or bad omen. This is my Monday post; sorry that it's late. Went out with the family and ended up seeing Rise of the Planet of the Apes, which was decent. Anyway, looking forward to a great game with you guys... and that's enough OOC for me.]]
(Corey) Tack Greenword AC 14/14/11 -- CMD 11 -- HP 12/12 Tuesday August 23rd, 2011 2:29:12 PM
"An adventure? Maybe. Free food?
Definitely."
Zach R (DM) Tuesday August 23rd, 2011 4:01:17 PM
Knowlege: Local DC 10Highlight to display spoiler: {The Sabertooth Lounge is on the Gold Level, which is also known as the second level. It is inhabited mostly by richer citizens and clients of the city.}
We will assume everyone is able to get directions and make it on time.
Upon reaching the Sabertooth lounge, you are all ushered in and seated in very plush leather chairs and recliners, ranging in size from small enough for a halfling, to large enough for the bulkiest of minotaurs. Valets of all sorts rush around you, offering cigars and tobacco for pipes, massages, a trip to the sauna and even permission to peruse the library as you wait for the meeting to start. There are Valets enough to answer all of your questions.
Everyone is now in the plush lounge/reception area of the Sabertooth Lounge. The Valet's informed you that they will be calling you all back momentarily to the dining hall.
(Josh) Meranus Stormhorn AC 16/12/13 -- CMD 18 -- HP 15/15 Tuesday August 23rd, 2011 4:57:26 PM
Meranus nods in greeting to the silent ranger and settles into the largest chair, sighing in contentment for the first time since he left the isle. "This is wonderful. You don't even know, Yngvar..."
He takes a moment to scan the others summoned. The centaur, of course, is the first to draw the eye. The usual minotaur disregard of centaurs only enters Stormhorn's face when he spies the greatclub. Most of the others, Meranus dismisses quickly, although he sends a puzzled stare towards Tack, Henrix, and the pet.
A few moments after that, Meranus scratches an itch in his ear, and then calls over a servitor. "The note said something about food. I had to leave a nice spread in order to make it here. When do we eat?"
(Sean) Toregan Dondarin AC 17/14/13 -- CMD 17 -- HP 11/11 Tuesday August 23rd, 2011 5:36:55 PM
Toregan nods back at the golden furred minotaur. He also breaths a sigh of relief. He remembers Meranus and Ygnvar from their time on the road together. "Thank the gods that I'm not alone here. At least there are a few familiar faces." Other than the obviously small or large, few of the patrons catch Toregan's eye. He does eye the halfling and human pair who are accompanied by a raven. His casually scans the room, looking for any indication that any of the other patrons knew of the particular reason why so many different people were gathered here. He spends a few moments thinking about asking one of the valets, but quickly pushes the thought out of his mind. The reason they were here would have to be revealed eventually and embarrassing himself in front of complete strangers was not an appealing thought to Toregan.
(Erik) Leonan Songsteel AC 21/13/18 -- CMD 19 -- HP 13/13 Tuesday August 23rd, 2011 6:57:31 PM
Leonan saw what was going on here. His captain had referred to unlikely teams such as these as "adventurers" and did so with disdain. Was that what they wanted from him? To become an "adventurer"?
He knew that his time with the mercenary band was limited, he was outgrowing his role as a squire and they didn't need to want to split their purses with someone as green as Leonan. He'd have to hear out the offer. He makes his way to the others to the others who are obviously gathered here for the same business, offering a salutation to any of his colleagues who are civilized enough to speak Common.
Then he waits until they are called in to the dining hall, passing the time by silently praying to whichever god would most likely grant his humble request of making the taurs smell nicer.
(Andrew) Henrix Sharpsword AC 12/12/10 -- CMD 11 -- HP 10/10 Tuesday August 23rd, 2011 10:20:43 PM
Henrix jumps at the offer to peruse the library, and will spend as much time as he is allowed away from bothersome humanoids in order to check out the collection. He and Henrix will look for anything on magical theory, though if he can't find that he'll read just about anything. When he's eventually ushered out to the reception area he will carefully return any books he's taken. As he leaves the library and sees again the luxurious accomodations, he whispers, "They're certainly going through a lot of trouble for their guests, eh, Heckle? What do you think?"
"A lot of trouble," Heckle repeats loudly. Henrix's face whitens briefly.
When Henrix returns to the reception area he will find Tack or keep his distance from the other guests, smiling and nodding at any who greet him but otherwise remaining wary and deep in thought.
(Ezra, the Second) Yngvar Hefnd AC 12/12/10 -- CMD 12 -- HP 8/8 Tuesday August 23rd, 2011 10:25:14 PM
Yngvar walks into the lounge behind the towering minotaur, takes a glance around, checking for exits first. After satisfying himself Yngvar selects a seat that places his back to a wall. "Yes, Meranus, it does bring back memories..."
Nodding back at the scraggly bearded hunter Yngvar acknowledged his presence, an eyebrow raised to the varied gathering of beings in the room.
Smiling at Meranus' request for yet another meal Yngvar settled back to await further developments, twirling the scrolled message lightly above his fingers.
(Corey) Tack Greenword AC 14/14/11 -- CMD 11 -- HP 12/12 d12=4 ; Wednesday August 24th, 2011 12:38:19 AM
Tack smirks and takes a cigar, lighting up the same way he burned his note. Let's see what we got here...
A minotaur - nasty, wipe up that drool, man! - and several humans. Most of the humans are all very normal looking - like, more normal than normal people. Then again, maybe I'm just very interesting and others seem lame by comparison. Tack liked that thought, unfair as it might be to who are probably very capable fighters.
Pausing to catch his own familiar's eye - a raven perched outside a nearby window - he goes over to the over-muscled human not talking to anyone (Leonan).
"So! M'name's Tack, yourself?"
Zach R (DM) Wednesday August 24th, 2011 2:46:02 PM
Everyone takes the time to enjoy the comforts of the Sabertooth lounge as well as get to know each other. After a few stragglers enter the lounge, Meranus asks about food. The servitor a tall, older gentleman, with an obnoxious whiney accent and a huge beak of a noise that stays pointed in the air answers him."Mmmhhh, yes, Mr. Stormhorn, if you and the rest of our guests would be so good as to follow me this way, I'll have you seated in our private banquet hall." The servitor leads the lot of you, as well as a few others, undoubtedly here for the same purpose, to the banquet hall.
You enter the banquet hall and are seated at a very large oblong table with ample seating for everyone. The hall is well decorated, with items that would seem more at home in a museum. Sitting at the far end of the table is a man who according to his manner of dress, appears very cultured. He is of average build and height and in his mid thirties. He has an air of confidence about him. He is dressed in a fine silk shirt of blue, embroidered with red and green. As you enter he puts away his pipe and stands.
"Mr. Randolph, your guests have arrived." The servitor announces the obvious as he then beckons you all to be seated.
The man addressed as Mr. Randolph raises his arms and welcomes you all. "Greetings! I'm glad all of you were able to make it. Make yourself at home. We will speak of business soon enough, but for now, diner. Giles... have our meal brought out." The servitor responds. "But of course good sir."
Amongst the PC's are several other guests of Mr. Randolph who were waiting in the lounge as well.
One is very large Minotaur with a very gruff appearance and seems to say very little. When he does speak it always begins with, "Grom says..."
Another is a female gnome, that is quite cute... for a gnome. She wears an obnoxiously large hat like that of a southern belle.
The last two are quite obviously here together. The look almost identical. Both are human females, extremely beautiful, blonde hair, blue eyes, both wearing red leather of the highest fashion. The haven't been quit talking since the entered the lounge. Thankfully they we the last to arrive, and somewhat "fashionably" late at that. The also seem to have the obnoxious habit of finishing each others sentences.
The meal is brought out. It is pulled pork with multiple sauces to choose from. For those eating light, there are offerings of yellow and white cheeses, vegatable trays, soft fresh stone milled bread with butter, fruits and juice. The two human females, ask to have alcohol brought out, and soon many other guests are doing to the same and alcohol is offered to each of you.
Make any checks you deem appropriate.
(Sean) Toregan Dondarin AC 17/14/13 -- CMD 17 -- HP 11/11 d20+3=13 ; d20+3=6 ; d20+3=5 ; d20+1=5 ; d20+1=16 ; d20+1=19 ; d20+1=20 ; Wednesday August 24th, 2011 3:00:46 PM
Toregan waves off the offer of drinks, and instead focuses on the pork and sampling the fruit and breads. While eating, he tries to get a sense of the other guests motives for being here, and the motive of their host. He also tries to place the the names of Mr.Randolf and Grom. Knowledge Local (Untrained)(+3): 13 Kowledge History(Untrained)(+3): 6 Knowledge Nobility(Untrained)(+3): 5 (OOC: I don't know if I make individual checks for Sense motive for each person, So I'm just going to post for each person. If I only need to make one, Use my first. Sorry for excessive rolls. I'm generally cautious when it comes to getting info that may help later on.) Sense Motive on Mr.Randolf (Untrained)(+1): 5 Sense Motive on Grom (Untrained)(+1): 16 Sense Motive on the Human Twins (Untrained)(+1): 19 Sense Motive on the Gnome (Untrained)(+1): 20
(Ezra, the Second) Yngvar Hefnd AC 12/12/10 -- CMD 12 -- HP 8/8 d20+5=9 ; d20+5=20 ; d20+5=6 ; Wednesday August 24th, 2011 4:34:01 PM
Yngvar stands along one wall, slowly munching on a plate piled with a variety of foodstuffs. Occasionally he will slip something into the pocket holding Nipper.
Seeing that his social skills are a bit lacking for such a group, Yngvar is content to remain where he is and listen into the conversations around him, picking up on what the others know.
Not sure which skill would be most appropriate local/history/noble, they all have the same untrained modifier(+5) so I present on subject 'Grom':9 Mr. Randolf: 20 Red Leather Girls:6
(Josh) Meranus Stormhorn AC 16/12/13 -- CMD 18 -- HP 15/15 Wednesday August 24th, 2011 6:44:38 PM
Meranus will never turn down wine, and the meal seems better than the one he had to abandon. He is grateful for both the good grub and something to focus on besides the other minotaur. The fool could barely string two words together, but would be welcomed warmly back on the Island, while he... MMmmm, that's good pork. The honey in the barbeque sauce is inspired.
Meranus' tongue takes a great sweep around his cheeks, reverting bronze fur to gold.
(Erik) Leonan Songsteel AC 21/13/18 -- CMD 19 -- HP 13/13 Wednesday August 24th, 2011 9:11:18 PM
"Hail and well met, Tack. I am Leonan Songsteel. It appears we've been called in to eat. Shall we?"
Leonan allows Tack to enter first, and follows right behind, joining the gathering. Leonan eats an appropriate amount of food and drinks an appropriate amount of wine, while waiting patiently for business to be addressed by the host.
(Andrew) Henrix Sharpsword AC 12/12/10 -- CMD 11 -- HP 10/10 d20+5=21 ; d20+5=22 ; d20+5=12 ; d20+5=19 ; d20+7=26 ; d20+8=12 ; d20+4=7 ; d20+4=17 ; Thursday August 25th, 2011 12:07:28 AM
Henrix looks around as he moves from room to room, pretending to be interested in the decor but in reality looking for anything hidden, out of place, dangerous, or suspicious. [[Perception = 21.]] He patiently listens to the old gentleman as well as Mr. Randolph, though behind his small smile is a whirring suspicion. [[Sense Motive on Giles: 22; Sense Motive on Randolph: 12.]]
He seats himself next to Tack and mutters into the halfling's ear: "We don'ttt trust this place." Before eating the food he waits for others to do so, and even then he inspects it carefully for signs of tampering or poison, muttering to Heckle, who remains dutifully on his shoulder. [[I'm not sure if this is a Perception or Appraise... if it's Perception, it's 19; if it's Appraise, it's 26.]] Once he's satisfied that the food is indeed safe, he will try the fare and will sample the wine.
Heckle makes a sort of whistling noise toward the blonde twins, which could possibly be interpreted as a catcall. Henrix pointedly ignores him and avoids catching their gazes.
MacK Kelgore AC 15/11/13 -- CMD 17 -- HP 19/19 Thursday August 25th, 2011 1:13:33 AM
Kelgore wasn't exactly the sharpest sword in the sheathe, but even he understood that he wasn't exactly suited for this activity. After all, anyone who bothered to look him up would surely remember the incident only a few months ago... He had only just finished paying for it...
"God, this food looks good..." He thought to himself... "It must be so much better than the slop I usually eat..."
He began to eat, downing copious amounts of everything. "If anyone wanted to talk, they can go ahead. "
Zach R (DM) Thursday August 25th, 2011 2:58:36 PM
Post is going to be delayed today. I'll try to get it up tonight. At worst first thing in the morning.
Zach R (DM) Thursday August 25th, 2011 4:38:23 PM
The diner continues. Mr. Randolph makes small talk and answers questions asked of him not pertaining to the business at hand. He is a businessman... or merchant depending upon how it is told. Yes he is married, yes he has children... 7 to be exact. And the useless questions continue taking up time until the diner is complete. Those of you trying to get a sense of him... he seems honest, confident, and successful. Just the traits a of people hate in a businessman.
Grom seems... well very barbaric. He eats with only his hands, and loves telling stories like: "Grom says, this one time Grom met this one goblin. And Grom no like goblin. So Grom smash Goblin."
The Gnome is friendly and speaks to all who wish to engage her. She does seem to like the finer things in life, and seems rather well to do.
The twins... well, they don't allow any of you to get a word in edge wise. And it's hard to keep up with what they are talking about. You just catch a lot of: "Yeah, and I was like... totally, and she was all like, whatever, and then I was like..." That and the continue to drink. And drink. And drink.
(Josh) Meranus Stormhorn AC 16/12/13 -- CMD 18 -- HP 15/15 Thursday August 25th, 2011 5:22:30 PM
"Merchant Randolph, it has been quite some time since I have sat in such comfort. There don't seem to be many chairs suitable to those our size. Where did you get it, and how much was it? I may need to pick one up for my hotel."
(Andrew) Henrix Sharpsword AC 12/12/10 -- CMD 11 -- HP 10/10 Thursday August 25th, 2011 8:57:32 PM
Henrix continues to eat slowly, still listening intently to his host and looking around suspiciously. All the while he maintains a bland smile. A practiced eye might notice as he quietly casts a cantrip, renewing the colorful enchantment upon his staff, which continues to glow like a rainbow barber's pole. He wishes to get on with the business so that he might escape from this irrelevant and dangerously well-to-do place and return to his studies, and wonders idly whether a well-placed Charm Person might not get some more information posthaste.
After a while, Heckle gets bored of sitting around watching. In a loud, obnoxious voice aimed at Meranus, he calls out, "Hey Fatty! Hey you! Scarface! Fatty-scar! Scarfat! Yeah! Scarfat!" At this last christening, which he seems to find utterly ingenious, he snickers in his strange way; then he flaps his wings in annoyance as Henrix reaches up to tap him on the beak. Henrix blanches and stutters more than usual in his haste to apologize to the intimidating minotaur. "Ssssorry, sirrr, so ssssorry," he mumbles, his voice trailing off embarrasingly.
(Sean) Toregan Dondarin AC 17/14/13 -- CMD 17 -- HP 11/11 Thursday August 25th, 2011 10:24:56 PM
Toregan continues eating, seeing as their host seems to be an honest man, and figures that he'll wait for all of his guests to finish eating before continuing with his true purpose with them. As the raven heckles the Meranus, and Henrix's apology, he feels sorry for the man he now recognizes as a wizard. He shakes his head sadly. He would not like to be in that position either. "Same problem as me." Toregan thinks morosely. He also stifles a laugh when he compares Grom and Meranus intelligence, with Grom barely speaking properly and Meranus asking about furniture.
(Corey) Tack Greenword AC 14/14/11 -- CMD 11 -- HP 12/12 d20=6 ; d20+5=16 ; d20+9=14 ; Thursday August 25th, 2011 10:37:02 PM
Tack laughs at the terrible jokes, drinks the expensive drinks, and has a couple mouthfuls of the rich food. Only a couple, because he needs his mouth free for talking - even with those twins filling every silence, he's not one to be quiet at a party, working multiple conversations with ease.
To Leonan: "Well met indeed, sir... No no, after you. Well, if you insist... So you must tell me, what do you do around town? You seem entirely to professional to be one of the city watch - are you, perhaps, a knight?"
To Henrix/Meranus: "A fine joke indeed! Your 'taurness, I'm sure you agree that this bird is trained very well, yes? Or perhaps my friend should make him tell the one about the dwarven house of ill repute instead?"
To the Gnome woman (who he sits next to, if possible): "Madame, if I may address you directly? *I* am Tack Greenword, servant of the arcane. I must inquire as to your own name!"
At some point during the conversation(s), he relays the fantastic tale of when he and Henrix battled the red dragon of eastwood, courageously defending a group of young maidens from the raging lizard's bite and flame. It's all a complete fabrication, of course, but Tack's been known to talk dwarves into sobriety.
Rolls: (Sense Motive on Mr. Randolph (6+1=7)) (Improve attitude diplomacy roll on gnome woman (11+5=16)) (Bluff to make others believe the fantastic tale (5+9=14))
(Erik) Leonan Songsteel AC 21/13/18 -- CMD 19 -- HP 13/13 d20=19 ; d20=7 ; Thursday August 25th, 2011 11:43:27 PM
As the dinner progresses, Leonan continues the conversation with Tack.
"A knight? No." He quickly waves off that line of speculation. "I'm squire to a mercenary captain, that's all. I'm afraid as the third Songsteel son, I won't be inheriting any titles."
He listens intently to the story about the red dragon.
(Sense Motive (+0): 19)
Rather than being suspicious of Tack who he's pretty sure is lying about the whole thing, Leonan instead feels clever for being in on the joke, and instead plays along, nodding and sounding impressed.
(Aid Other (Tack's Tall Tale): 7 -- Leonan is no help)
(Ezra, the Second) Yngvar Hefnd AC 12/12/10 -- CMD 12 -- HP 8/8 Friday August 26th, 2011 11:13:24 AM
Yngvar sits quietly, deflecting any questions regarding his background, peering to listen to the idle chatter around the table. Sampling every dish, Yngvar is careful to drink mostly non-alcoholic drinks, noticing the age old ploy of getting the 'guests' inebriated before the sales pitch is made.
throughout the meal he will sneak choice pieces to Nipper.
Zach R (DM) Friday August 26th, 2011 12:52:45 PM
Mr. Randolph is somewhat caught off guard by the question of Meranus. "I do not own the Sabertooth Lounge, this room has been rented that we might conduct business here. Perhaps talk to the proprietor, I'm sure he could answer your question."
Tack leans over to the Gnome woman and asks her name. "But of course Mr. Greenword, I am Minniwinkle Nackleman. I guess I could be considered a servant of the arcane as well."
At the end of the story Grom looks impressed, the Twins Mallory and Jillian... they never stopped talking and undoubtedly heard little of the story... continue to bicker amongst themselves. The only things they do as much as talk, is drink. Minniwinkle laughs and says "My word, what a delightful tale!". Mr. Randolph says little aside from, "I'm sure..." Although he smiles as he says it. It's obvious he knows it's fabricated, but sees no problem in a tall tale.
Once dinner is complete and dessert has been brought around, Mr. Randolph pulls out an exquisite pipe, and begins smoking. After a few puffs he begins speaking.
"My benefactor has charged me to locate trustworthy upstanding citizens of promising talent and so I have gathered you together. Seekers of Fortune, adventure, glory and fame, I offer you the chance to be a part of the beginning of something truly extraordinary in these times. Our Trading Post in Cthonia is ready to be lifted to the next level and you are PRECISELY the individuals that can do that. There is much to be accomplished. The Cthonian Trade Route must be secured and made safe for increased and reliable passage. There are dangerous species to be removed and savages to be pacified. Greater details on these matters will be provided upon arrival through the current Administrator, Mr Phwent. Do well and your opportunities in this life will grow to include a chance to earn title in Floating City, land and property. While at the Post, room and board are free and a stipend of 20gp each a month will be issued for gear deemed required from the post stores. Any extracurricular earnings can be your own or invested in the Trading Post at your discretion. Are there any questions?"
(Ezra, the Second) Yngvar Hefnd AC 12/12/10 -- CMD 12 -- HP 8/8 Friday August 26th, 2011 1:37:14 PM
Carefully wiping the corners of his mouth with a folded napkin, Yngvar settles back in his chair. Picking up an untouched crystalline glass of wine he gently rolls it in the light before taking a gentle sniff of the warm aroma from the red.
"Let me see if I have this straight. You wish to employ us as caravan guards? Don't get me wrong, this is a mighty fine feast you have laid out, I believe you have even managed to sate the near continuous hunger of my friend," Yngvar nods respectfully to the minotaur.
After a sip of the red wine, Yngvar continues "What kind of problems have you been running into so far? What's the length of trail between here and Cthonia? I think even our group would have a hard time patrolling more than a few days of any trail. I assume that transportation and trail supplies will be provided should any of us choose to accept your employ?"
(Sean) Toregan Dondarin AC 17/14/13 -- CMD 17 -- HP 11/11 Friday August 26th, 2011 1:46:23 PM
Toregan grins at the mention of Cthonia. "Looks like it was good of me to come here. Finally a real challenge! The Thunderlands..... I wonder what will await me there." The title holds little importance to Toregan, but Unfortunately, as he opens his mouth to ask a question, Toregan almost immediately clams up. "Uh... Well sir.... Um, When... When w-will we...erm... b-be leaving? H..How will... Um, How w-will we get t-there?" Toregan, yet again, silently curses his unfortunate quirk.
(Josh) Meranus Stormhorn AC 16/12/13 -- CMD 18 -- HP 15/15 Friday August 26th, 2011 3:13:14 PM
Meranus can hardly believe his good luck. After trying to get others to go into the thunderlands with him, this short, wemicish man was going to pay him to see the wilds. And if he wasn't going to be in charge, at least he would have two trusted pairs of eyes in the group - he shouldn't be in too much danger from the group. And most of these seemed intelligent enough - if there is trouble, surely they would listen to reason.
"It sounds like an excellent notion, trader. For a glance at the wildlands, I'm sure I can stomache an ill-advised ventriloquist," says the minotaur, as he glances at Henrix. "I am puzzled by your comment on extracurricular earnings, however. In a land with constant danger, as guardians, I wouldn't think we'd have the time...."
(Erik) Leonan Songsteel AC 21/13/18 -- CMD 19 -- HP 13/13 Friday August 26th, 2011 3:33:26 PM
Leonan quickly addresses his colleagues.
"I think before we accept any offers, we should decide if we wish to negotiate individually or as a group. We can probably negotiate a better deal if we do so as a group. Personally, I get paid about 30 gold a month as a squire. I'd expect at least double that for such extremely hazardous duty as what they're describing. So for the lot of us, I think we deserve around 500 gold per month.
"Also, we should establish that we'll take direction, but not orders. We're going to be the ones risking our lives. They can tell us what needs fixing, but not how to fix it.
"Finally we should set a schedule for the contract. I'm not going to go to the middle of a wilderness filled with savage and man-eating thunderbeasts only to work for a single month before they decide to stop paying us and leave us stranded there. At the same time, I don't want to be stuck there forever, especially if the conditions and support are unacceptable."
(Andrew) Henrix Sharpsword AC 12/12/10 -- CMD 11 -- HP 10/10 Friday August 26th, 2011 9:48:24 PM
Henrix breathes a sigh of relief, appearing to have expected a much more violent response from the minotaur. Despite his embarrasment and Tack's insistence on including him in his ridiculous stories, he maintains his air of silent vigil, listening carefully to everything Mr. Randolph says. Henrix remains suspicious of the offer, though he seems a bit less concerned about his immediate safety and the inane conversations of the other guests than he had been at the beginning of the dinner.
As Randolph begins to lay out the deal, he quickly pulls out an inkpen and parchment, pushing his dish out of the way to make room. He points to the pen with his finger and begins directing it to write. (He makes no effort to hide the writing - it seems to be a summary of Randolph's business deal.) While doing this, he begins to whisper something to the obnoxious bird on his shoulder.
Quiet as ever, Henrix listens closely to the negotiations and questions, nodding at the others and seeming mildly curious. In reality, he is focused completely on Randolph.
(Corey) Tack Greenword AC 14/14/11 -- CMD 11 -- HP 12/12 Saturday August 27th, 2011 12:34:41 AM
Tack raises his hand - being short is rarely an advantage when trying to get a word in edgewise, but he found that if you swallow your pride and just wave your hands you can get their attention just fine.
"Yes~! I have a question, a double-two-parter, actually.
Why is Cthonia referred to as 'the Thunderlands' and, given its rather curious title, would it be immediately fatal down there to hold a metal object aloft in the rain?
That was part one. Part two is rather simple: will there be other groups besides us patrolling the route, or will we be on our own once outside the outposts? In that vein, will we be expected to answer to some chain of command, or be on our own to operate as we see fit?"
Those who have met Tack know that he's not one to listen to orders - and that, in fact, the best way to be sure he does something is to command him to do the opposite. Of course, if he catches on to your reverse-psychology, the rules change...
(Sean) Toregan Dondarin AC 17/14/13 -- CMD 17 -- HP 11/11 Saturday August 27th, 2011 6:49:27 PM
(Just a heads up, I'm in CT where the storm is about to hit so I may lose internet for awhile. i might not be able to post on Monday.)
MacK Kelgore AC 15/11/13 -- CMD 17 -- HP 19/19 Sunday August 28th, 2011 11:38:44 PM
(Sorry about the absence. I typed a really nice post, which then got eaten. Then I got frustrated and ragequit. Here is a much shorter version. Sorry.)
Kelgore clears his throat loudly and without regard for the others.
"I accept your offer, regardless of what these..." he looks at the rest of the party "...people have to say. I assume that we will depart after they stop wasting our time?" he asks the host.
Minniwinkle Nackleman d20+2=13 ; Monday August 29th, 2011 10:30:57 AM
The gnomes eyes go a bit wide as Mr. Randolph lays out why they are there. He then sits back into his chair and takes a deep drink of his until now, nearly untouched wine. "That is quite an offer sir and I am very intrigued by as I am not employed by the Wold's dimmest man". Here he gestures toward Leonan
Returning his attention to thier host her voice filling with excitement, "you say we may keep all the riches we find?". Minniewinkles eyes dance with excitement and to the more observant. Sence motive dc 13 Highlight to display spoiler: { a deep greed}
The gnome leans forward her eyes fixed on Mr. Randolph
Zach R (DM) Monday August 29th, 2011 2:49:38 PM
Mr. Randolph listens to all of the questions as they come flooding in. He takes a another puff from his pipe before answering questions.
"I'll first address Mr. Songsteel. For you to make 30gp a month, you must have quite a benefactor, as most squires make 10-12gp per month. Feel free to accept the job to expand your horizons instead of finding yourself one of hundreds of umemployed squires within the city hoping to catch the attention of another benefactor while working the docks. Perhaps you need to reevaluate your own worth, else you may quickly find yourself living on Trash level. The offer has been made and will not be altered."
Another puff of the pipe and he continues. "Mr. Hefnd, to answer your questions, you will be much more than mere caravan guards. You will, as I said, be charged with dealing with any unsavory's in and around Cthnoia. Sure, you will be clearing the trade routes as well, but this is much more than just a guard."
Mr. Randolph listens as more questions are asked. "Ms. Nackleman, yes, anything you find may be kept for oneself. Which should also answer Mr. Stormhorn's questions about the extra activities."
"Yes, Mr. Greenwood, you question? Yes, Cthonia is known as the Thunderlands because... well yes there are some storms, but no, it is called Thunderlands because of the large "Thunder Lizards" that are known to make their home in Cthonia."
Mr. Grom... oh ok, just Grom, well, uh, yes, I am sure there will be a time when you Grom can "smash" things, just make sure they are not our things."
By this time the twins have begun hurling insults and causing a spectacle. "Giles, could you please have Mallory and Jillian removed? We will not be needing their services." Several servitors come in and remove the two extremely inebriated blondes.
"Ah, Mr. Kelgore, I appreciate your enthusiasm. However, I will not need an answer until in the morning. Quarters will be provide for all of you if needed. I will now leave you to think upon this offer. Feel free to stay as long as you wish to make your decision."
(Erik) Leonan Songsteel AC 21/13/18 -- CMD 19 -- HP 13/13 Monday August 29th, 2011 3:41:00 PM
"Our potential employer is quite the cunning little fellow, but I assure you all that I make 30 gold pieces a month in my current position, despite his insistence otherwise. I certainly am not going to accept any less than that, and I suggest we call his bluff. Frankly, I must admit that I am a bit personally insulted at his comparing me to trash.
"However, if you all would prefer to follow your own business sense in this matter, and feel that I am wasting your time, or that my current employer is dim-witted then I will be happy to return to my previous service and leave you all to what is sure to be an adventure of a lifetime without me."
(Corey) Tack Greenword AC 14/14/11 -- CMD 11 -- HP 12/12 d20+9=13 ; d20=11 ; d20+9=24 ; Monday August 29th, 2011 5:04:12 PM
"Leoman - may I call you Leo? Good!" The halfling doesn't give you a chance to answer the question, exhaLing smoke as he talks. "Listen Leo, I must insist that you consider the ramifications of walking away on an opportunity such as this. This fine gentleman here does not need to employ us, specifically, but is free to employ any beggar looking to make it rich he pleases. Why do I care? Well, I'd rather have someone like you next to me out there - someone big, strong, and fast, a BSF, if you will - when I'm risking my neck over some poor bugger who fancies himself a mercenary. Unless of course, you're the poor bugger in this case, but you really don't look it to me."
Tack puffs his cigar once more before continuing. "On that note, Mr Randolph, please consider the predicament YOU'RE in. You can't just hire some guys off the street, pay them the bare minimum, and then expect them to perform as we will. In that spirit, I daresay you should make some obligation to a substantial raise not long after we begin our contact, because at a mere 20gp per month, I don't suspect we will be working for you very long. More likely, we'll meet a merchant willing to pay quadruple that, plus benefits, for private security and work for him. That is, unless you are contractually obligated to meet Leo's pay grade and then some. And finally..." He turns to Kelgore, livid.
"If you ever imply that I am wasting anyone's time again, I will see to it that you are to brain damaged to ever imply anything, ever again." With that, he takes another drag on his cigar, obviously restraining himself from much more violent responses. Or maybe that's just what he wants you to think (sense motive DC 13 and I'll tell you.
Bluff Check to convince Randolph it would be a good idea to contractually promise a raise: 24 Sense Motive on Ms Nackleman: 11
(Andrew) Henrix Sharpsword AC 12/12/10 -- CMD 11 -- HP 10/10 d20+5=6 ; d20+2=13 ; d20+5=14 ; Monday August 29th, 2011 5:16:09 PM
Henrix continues to watch Randolph closely. At the direction of his extended finger, the inkpen continues to slowly write. He whispers his thoughts to the bird sitting snug on his shoulder... "A foray into the unexplored wilds would certainly widen the range of my studies and grant me practical experience. But what is Randolph's investment in this 'Trading Post' and why is he willing to go through all of this trouble?" [Sense Motive on Randolph = 6] Henrix seems puzzled now rather than concerned.
[I'm not sure what sort of Perception DC it would be to hear Henrix's whispering. Stealth? = 13]
As most of the others have already brought up the relevant questions, Henrix continues to listen silently. Heckle, on the other hand, takes a moment to process everything going on before confidently announcing, "I have a question! Do we get to eat Thunder Lizards? And do they taste good?" He seems entirely genuine. Henrix sighs.
[Sense Motive on Minniwinkle (DC 13) = 14 (success)]
(Sean) Toregan Dondarin AC 17/14/13 -- CMD 17 -- HP 11/11 d20+1=18 ; Monday August 29th, 2011 10:12:59 PM
Toregan eyes the gnome with a new interest. He wonders what could make this gnome so excited at the prospect of the trip. He tries to get a sense of her motives for this excitement. He nods his head as the questions are answered. He decides to take the side of the gnome on their pay. "Sir...... Uh, t-the gnome has.. um... has a p-point.... I c-c-can make....erm.. uh, I can make ab-bout t-twenty eight gold..... In a m-month with...... m-my job right n-now....." Sense Motive on Minniwinkle (+1): 18 (Pass)
(Josh) Meranus Stormhorn AC 16/12/13 -- CMD 18 -- HP 15/15 Tuesday August 30th, 2011 6:52:12 AM
Meranus shrugs and heads for the rooms that the attendants indicate. It will be interesting to see which of the small ones are here in the morning. That was a smart move of the patron, using lower wages to get rid of the troublemakers before they can endanger the party. I'll have to use that in the future...
MacK Kelgore AC 15/11/13 -- CMD 17 -- HP 19/19 d20=10 ; Tuesday August 30th, 2011 3:39:02 PM
(Hehe, nope, only got a 12 DX)
Though he talks a big game, Kelgore was not frightened of the tiny man. "I didn't "imply" nothin'. I TOLD you you were wasting time."
"Work is work. Don't go looking the gift horse in the mouth. Or do, then you can go make thirty-twelve gold at your old job and I won't have to worry about seeing you."
He grumbles something to himself which anyone who chooses to hear it can make out as
"A warrior is made by the strength of his back, not the weight of his purse."
(Ezra, the Second) Yngvar Hefnd AC 12/12/10 -- CMD 12 -- HP 8/8 Tuesday August 30th, 2011 3:52:44 PM
Yngvar has been silent, listening to the discussion around him. I know the base wage is low-ball even for me, and I only just recently finished learning the basics of leather-working, as a supplement to my usual alchemical work.
Either this Mr. Randolf thought he was picking up completely destitute morons, or he knows something about Cthonia that he isn't sharing.
"What is it about this Cthonia region? Any ancient ruins to be plundered? Indigenous populations to initiate trade with? Is there a high-end market for thunder lizard hides?"
Yngvar takes a sip of his beverage and looks down the table at Mr. Randolf, "your offer is intriguing, however, as my associates have pointed out, we all have trades where we generally make more than what you are offering, with considerably less risk to life and limb. I'm sure that there has been a miscommunication here, and that you simply meant that to be the earnings over expenses. I would expect that most of us would need some initial provisioning as well, could you explain that detail along with the resupply and restocking options we will have, should we choose to accept your offer?"
Zach R (DM) Tuesday August 30th, 2011 3:55:55 PM
OOC: Sorting through a massive amount of text as my email has been blown up. I'll make a true post when able.
Minniwinkle Nackleman Tuesday August 30th, 2011 4:31:42 PM
"Aye you might and I can find ten times that on a day in Cthonia.". Then speaking a bit louder ,"You see the savages are said to use it in all manner of jewelry.". Sitting back he then mumbles Perception check. Highlight to display spoiler: { especially with the multiple meat shields}
Zach R (DM) Wednesday August 31st, 2011 11:24:24 AM
Mr. Randolph waits a moments sitting patiently as he smokes his pipe, listening to all of the words be tossed about.
Obviously not seeing the reaction he wants, Grom stands downs his tankard of ale and throws it to the floor, pieces flying in all directions. "Grom say this hog-wash. Pay pathetic. Grom go find job where smash skulls for more gold." Grom kicks over his chair as he walks out. Giles as well as another servitor silently make their way over and pick up the chair, sweep up bits of the mug and remove Groms plate and other utensils as if nothing ever happened.
Mr. Randolph waits a few more seconds, savoring the smoke from his pipe. After a moment he clears his throat. "Room and board is included as is transit to and from the outpost through the Wayfarer's guild. As to treausres with in the land, as Ms. Nackleman has alluded to gold is in abundance in Cthonia. The fact is... yes as a Tanner, or Squire, or Alchemist you can earn comprable coin until you die a Tanner, squire or alchemist. However I am authroized to grant 40gp per month as a start. But truly I invite you into a larger picture, where you own 100's of acres of land, are a recognized lord or lady of Floating City with residence on Gold level, where you are on the guild board of Alchemy and arcane studies, a trapper or hunter of Wold renown through your true stories of adventure with the Thunderlizards and savages of Cthonia. What you are being offered is a chance to do something truly unique, that few other have ever, and will ever do. And along the way you will have a chance to become rich beyond your wildest dreams. Will you be rich from the 40gp or even 100gp a month? No, but Cthonia can make you rich... but only if you go. Now if you will excuse me, I have other business to attend. I hope to see you all in the morning. Good day."
With that Mr. Randolph stands up and walks out of the room.
(Sean) Toregan Dondarin AC 17/14/13 -- CMD 17 -- HP 11/11 d20+5=14 ; Wednesday August 31st, 2011 1:58:58 PM
Toregan is content to nod his head slightly as Mr.Randolf speaks. "The man speaks the truth. It does not matter if we are paid 40, 50 or even 100 gold anymore! The land will give us our payment, and our skills the currency to purchase it." When Mr. Randolf leaves, Toregan decides to spend some time in the library perusing for any books that might have information on Cthonia, though he doubts it. After spending an hour or two looking, if he hasnt found a book yet he will go to his room and sleep. If he does manage to find a book, he will spend another two hours searching the book for any useful information, such as the native flora and fauna and any weaknesses, strengths and dangers they present. If he manages to find multiple books he will divide the two hours among them. If needed: Perception (to find any books relevant to Cthnonia) (+5): 14
(Andrew) Henrix Sharpsword AC 12/12/10 -- CMD 11 -- HP 10/10 Wednesday August 31st, 2011 6:14:43 PM
Still slightly puzzled, Henrix carefully rolls up the parchment with the summary of Randolph's talking points and ties his colorful staff across his back. Not wanting to miss another opportunity to read up on new books, he dashes off to the library right behind the ranger, who he acknowledges with a slight not of his head and then pointedly ignores. There, he again looks for an interesting book on anything relating to magic and will read for several hours. Eventually he will return to the inn to retir for the night, hopefully with Heckle and Tack in tow, but if not he'll return on his own.
Heckle stays behind and will attempt to alight upon Tack's shoulder, where he will loudly inform the halfling that "Henny-hen is off to read some more books. Let's go somewhere fun. Where's Poe?"
(Corey) Tack Greenword AC 14/14/11 -- CMD 11 -- HP 12/12 d20+9=11 ; d20+9=14 ; Wednesday August 31st, 2011 10:17:39 PM
Tack glares at Kelgore a moment longer, but decides not to antagonize his soon-to-be colleague.
This time.
"He's on the windowsill. Didn't like the idea of going into a building if he didn't know the owner - but hey! That's his loss." Still, Tack grabs a piece of food to go for his familiar, and meets him outside. "Alright, where can a halfling and two carrion birds have a good time? The casino!"
Careful not to get lost (so he can be back in the morning), Tack heads to the nearest gambling den he can find, choosing a game against somebody other than the house, where his sublime poker face is of the most use.
Tack antes 5 GP and rolls bluff: 2+9=11 Tack antes 5 GP and rolls bluff: 2+9=14
That's... probably not a very good night at the tables. Unless he's playing against total amateurs.
(Josh) Meranus Stormhorn AC 16/12/13 -- CMD 18 -- HP 15/15 Wednesday August 31st, 2011 11:16:39 PM
Apparently the provided room and bed are pleasing to Meranus. He can soon be heard snoring - from most of the inn. Also audible are ale glasses rattling on tables, dogs barking, etc...
(Erik) Leonan Songsteel AC 21/13/18 -- CMD 19 -- HP 13/13 Thursday September 1st, 2011 12:07:21 AM
Leonan takes time to get a proper bath, shave, and haircut. He then seeks out his Captain to get advise on whether he should take the job offer. Finally, he returns to the Sabertooth lounge in the morning.
(Ezra, the Second) Yngvar Hefnd AC 12/12/10 -- CMD 12 -- HP 8/8 Thursday September 1st, 2011 12:59:07 AM
After spending an evening perusing the library, before retiring to the room provided, Yngvar bids his fellow prospective comrades a restful night..
Minniwinkle Nackleman Thursday September 1st, 2011 9:18:28 AM
The gnome smiles as Grom storms off, stupid shortsighted taur she thinks to herself. Sitting back a bit she casts a casual glance about the room. Not a bad lot overall, and a few rivals always keeps life interesting. The gnomes mind begins to turn.
When Mr Randolph stands and departs, Minniewimkle does as well and beams a great smile at him. "Until the morning then good sir.".
As the group begins to split up she falls in quietly behind Yngvar, Henrix and Toregan, taking a seat at a table. Minniewimkle extracts a book from her small pack with a quill and ink and begins writing in it, occasionally looking up to see where the others are
Zach R (DM) Thursday September 1st, 2011 3:51:51 PM
Searching for books in the library, very little is found on Cthonia. Most references describe it as a wild uncharted land located near the Scab that is just as uninhabitable due to the large lizards and wild savages. Pretty much information that was already know.
Tack is able to find a rather shady bar and a few people are willing to bet with him. He pretty much breaks even for the night.
Everyone makes it back this morning and Giles seats everyone in the same banquet hall as yesterdays meeting. There is juice and fruit prepared for each of you but there are no servitors save Giles. As you are all seated Mr. Randolph and another man enters the hall. Giles bows lightly. "Mr. Randolph, I've been asked by Ms. Nackleman to inform you that she will not be attending today's meeting. Nor will she be accompany the others on this endeavor. She cited lack of creature comforts as her reason and asked that I pass on her apologies." Mr. Randolph nods and continues to his seat from the day prior. Giles exits and shuts the heavy banquet hall doors behind him.
Mr. Randolph stands after Giles leaves and begins speaking. "If you are here I assume it is because you are willing to accept this endeavor. So you all are aware, I shall be accompanying you to the site to make at the necessary introductions. Here is a map for each of you". (Please refer to the Woldipedia for the map.)
"To give you a better idea of what to expect here are some very key notes.
- The natives are godless savages and should be avoided. they will try to kill and eat you. - Small and man sized dinosaurs run in packs through out the jungle. they will try to kill and eat you. - Poisonous snakes and giant insects of all kinds are out there. they will try to kill and eat you. - Poachers are known to frequent the region for dinosaur blood, scales, meat, ivory to pass to the Black market. They should be considered dangerous and unfriendly. - Monstrologers and witches are known to frequent the region. Approach with caution as their motives and reactions are highly varied from kill you to neutral.
"You are extremely important to the Trading Post and to hopefully make that very clear I am prepared to give each and everyone one of you 50gp to purchase further equipment here in Floating City. I have secured transport through the Wayfarer guild and I would like to intoduce you to Artrius Myphcim, who will be our guide in transit."
The man who entered with Mr. Randolph stands and nods. He is a man of average build and looks, 5'10" 180 pounds fair skin, sandy blonde hair closely kept with a tightly kept beard and mustache.
"Good morning gentlemen. My name is Artius Myphcim and it is a pleasure to meet with you today. I am a 12 year Wayfarer Guild member in excellent standing and senior member of the Trading Post Wayfarering operation in Cthonia." adding with a genuine smile "That is my official title and means I have done this many times and that you will be in good hands." Artrius sits and Mr Randolph speaks again. "Are there any questions at this point?"
(Ezra, the Second) Yngvar Hefnd AC 12/12/10 -- CMD 12 -- HP 8/8 Thursday September 1st, 2011 6:51:38 PM
After enjoying the light breakfast, and settled back into the chair, Yngvar listens to the new offer from Randolf this is probably as good as it will get, and I need more than what I'm getting right now.
Yngvar nods his head to Mr. Randolf "When do we leave?"
(Sean) Toregan Dondarin AC 17/14/13 -- CMD 17 -- HP 11/11 Thursday September 1st, 2011 8:00:18 PM
Seeing that his question has been asked, Toregan just nods his head. He really has few questions at this point and just wishes to move on. With his new 50 gold, once all the questions have been answered, he will stop by Catacombs/a potion store to purchase a Potion of Hide from Animals. (If I need to do the Catacombs transaction for the potion, please inform me.)
(Andrew) Henrix Sharpsword AC 12/12/10 -- CMD 11 -- HP 10/10 d20+5=22 ; d20+5=8 ; d20+4=13 ; d20+8=27 ; Thursday September 1st, 2011 9:35:22 PM
Heckle interrupts Randolph's listing of potential enemies with a quiet mockery, staring at him with his beady eyes and bouncing slowly to a rhythm on his perch on Henrix's shoulder, repeating the line "They will try to kill and eat you," much like an annoying parrot. All the while, he laughs to himself - a quite grating and bothersome sound. Once the two men are done speaking, he points a claw at Meranus, who he seems to have just noticed, and rudely shouts "Hey, it's Fatscar! Is he going to try to kill me and eat me?" He laughs again, a sound which can best be described as a-
"Heckle!" Henrix whispers chidingly at the raven, who continues laughing but slowly quiets down.
"Perfect," Henrix thinks to himself. "I suppose that will be enough gold to buy materials for a few more scrolls... Never know when one might be handy out in the jungle."
He stares at Artrius, mistrustful. Something seems a little... off about him. Could just be nothing. He scrutinizes the blonde man closely, looking for anything out of the ordinary on his person and trying to get a sense of his inner thoughts. Henrix also considers what he knows about the Wayfarer Guild and its operations in Cthonia, suspicious that this may not be the first time Randolph has made this offer, and that the last party of adventurers might not have returned alive...
[Perception = 22 Sense Motive = 8 Knowledge: Local (untrained) = 13 Knowedge: History = 27]
Whatever he knows, Henrix will keep to himself for now - he is also eager to leave, now that everything is settled. Besides, if there's danger he's not against running away, and he knows Tack feels the same. "Hopefully none of these foolish mercenaries get themselves into trouble. I suppose if they do, I'll be obligated to help them. What a distraction!"
(Erik) Leonan Songsteel AC 21/13/18 -- CMD 19 -- HP 13/13 Thursday September 1st, 2011 10:35:09 PM
Leonan keeps his own counsel for now. He quietly contemplates how his 50 gold might be best spent in provisioning for the expedition, and keeps an ear out for the questions of any of his companions.
MacK Kelgore AC 15/11/13 -- CMD 17 -- HP 19/19 Thursday September 1st, 2011 10:39:54 PM
"Well, it's not enough to replace my sword, but I suppose that will wait." Kelgore thinks as money is mentioned.
"Doesn't matter. I don't need it."
He waits patiently through Randolph's speech, mentally adding "They can try" to the end of each point.
Looking at all his allies in turn, he is particularly amused by the man's raven, thinking: "Heh, can't even keep a handle on a bird. At least he'll be amusing to watch."
Kelgore flashes a rare smile at the thought before returning to his trademark glare, waiting for everyone (besides the other bookish man, who appears to understand) to get going.
(Corey) Tack Greenword AC 14/14/11 -- CMD 11 -- HP 12/12 Thursday September 1st, 2011 11:47:11 PM
Tack shows up to the meeting hung over and about five minutes late, with a raven on his own shoulder. Though Poe nods to Heckle, he is the night as the other bird is the day - stern and quiet, seeming to contemplate what he is hearing.
"M'yeah, kill us, whatever. 'Kay. Mm-hmm. ... ... ... zzzzznork-what? What happened? Oh, okay. When do we leave?"
Right now, Tack is trying to calculate exactly how many coffee beans he can buy for fifty gold.
(Josh) Meranus Stormhorn AC 16/12/13 -- CMD 18 -- HP 15/15 Friday September 2nd, 2011 12:27:58 AM
Meranus stares at the little man with his bird...and then pats Henrix repeatedly on the head. The action appears unpracticed and stiff. He says, slowly, "We are all very impressed with your little puppet show. Now, why don't you take the gold that this nice man has provided and go buy some feed for your little friend? Do you know the way? Maybe Giles could go with you? Remember, if anyone tries to talk to you on the way, run straight back here and tell an adult." He turns back to Randolph, hides his mouth behind a massive hand, and whispers in a voice as soft as his snoring, "I hadn't realized he was so young; you humans look so similar. Are you sure he should be on this expedition? Is he the offspring of one the staff already there? Yours, perhaps, Wayfarer?"
(Ezra, the Second) Yngvar Hefnd AC 12/12/10 -- CMD 12 -- HP 8/8 Friday September 2nd, 2011 12:22:50 PM
Yngvar wanders abuot town, picking up artisian kits for his alchemy and leather-working, he also decides on a couple more inkpens, another bottle of ink, and a couple of extra pens and sheets of parchment.
Looking down at the scrap of parchment in his hands Yngvar turns a corner into the alley and sees the entrance of the catacomb. After conducting his business therein, he heads off to meet up with the others.
[ooc]25g for the scroll, 10g for the kits, 2s for 2 inkpens, 8g for another vial of ink, and 8s for parchment(4), total spent 44g, 6g remaining.[/ooc]
Zach R (DM) Friday September 2nd, 2011 1:29:15 PM OOC: DM Daniel will be taking over on Monday.
We will be leaving at first light in the morning. I'm afraid I must tend to some final arrangement before we depart on the morrow'." With that Mr. Randolph leaves the room.
Henrix: Highlight to display spoiler: {You find no hint of deception in what Artrius says. The Wayfarers Guild may have just been hired by the Merchants Guild, or perhaps they have a joint venture in Cthonia. All that you know about Cthonia is really what you read in the books last night.}
(Andrew) Henrix Sharpsword AC 12/12/10 -- CMD 11 -- HP 10/10 Friday September 2nd, 2011 3:02:16 PM
Henrix is short, certainly, but not THAT short. His already pale face blanches in embarrasment and anger at the minotaur, but he does not rise to a defiant wizard's speech about the power of the magic he wields or proclaiming revenge or anything like that; no, not Henrix. He winces as he realizes Tack will probably point out the irony - it's usually the halfling who's mistaken for a child, after all.
He stands and collects his gold in a hurry, then leaves, muttering unintelligibly a bit under his breath. He and Heckle go shopping for magical supplies, and will be in the city for the remainder of the day.
DM stuff
Henrix will buy materials to make 4 1st-level scrolls (12.5gp apiece), then return to the inn to make a Scroll of Alarm (takes 2 hours I think, but he can only make one per day).
Ongoing effects: Prestidigitation on staff (1 hr, constantly renewed)
(Corey) Tack Greenword AC 14/14/11 -- CMD 11 -- HP 12/12 Sunday September 4th, 2011 2:24:56 AM
Tack goes out on the town to find and purchase 4 things.
1) Pack Mule (8 gp) 2) Pack Saddle (5 gp) 3) Enough beans for 100 cups of coffee (1 gp) 4) The look on your face when you realize (priceless)
Also this: 5) 50 days' worth of trail rations (25 gp) and 2 waterskins. I think I'll name the mule "Emergency Meal."
He also makes and drinks a cup of coffee himself, leaving 99 in the bags.
(Josh) Meranus Stormhorn AC 16/12/13 -- CMD 18 -- HP 15/15 Sunday September 4th, 2011 4:25:26 PM
Meranus returns to his inn, settles his account (1 gp for the last two days), and gathers up his belongings. Grunting a little from the added weight of the coins, he heads for the rendevous point.
(Erik) Leonan Songsteel AC 21/13/18 -- CMD 19 -- HP 13/13 Sunday September 4th, 2011 11:33:02 PM
Leonan picks up some provisions with his 50 gold, assuming that the others have done likewise, and arrives at the appointed time and place with all his stuff ready to go.
Provision List Merchants scale (2 gold) 10 sunrods (20 gold) 10 days worth of mule feed (5 silver) 10 days trail rations (5 gold) 4 pounds of salt (20 gold) 5 pounds of tobacco (2 gold, 5 silver)
Labor day Monday September 5th, 2011 11:59:53 AM
Happy labor day.
Dm will Post tomorrow
Zach R (DM) Monday September 5th, 2011 1:15:33 PM
Happy Labor Day!
The Floating City Tuesday September 6th, 2011 10:12:33 AM consider previous posts valid this is additional info you may or may not act upon. The time to meet up is about 16 hours away. It is midday
The group begins standing and gathering up the new coin. Artius raises an eyebrow and nods, "very well then. I will meet you at the tavern 'Message in a Bottle' here on merchant level at first light in the common room. We have a fixed exit time and cannot be late. Breakfast is planned at CTP, so don't worry about that. First light gentlemen, I would consider staying at the tavern"
Mr Randolph has already delayed and Artius nods to the group again and still smiling warmly, "see you in the morning.". Artius heads for the door.
(Andrew) Henrix Sharpsword AC 12/12/10 -- CMD 11 -- HP 10/10 Tuesday September 6th, 2011 11:24:26 AM
Henrix will stay at the Message in a Bottle for the night. He is not surprised to see Tack with a mule - nothing Tack does really surprises him anymore. Actually he is relieved; he can leave some of his dead weight on the beast, and Tack will likely share some of his trail rations should the trading post or the ranger be unable to provide.
As usual he unconsciously whispers these idle thoughts to the raven on his shoulder, who asks loudly, "What if Shorty doesn't share?" Henrix simply smiles mischieviously in response.
[OOC: How would you like us to keep track of food and staying expenses while in town?]
DM stuff
Ongoing effects: Prestidigitation on staff (1 hr, constantly renewed)
(Ezra, the Second) Yngvar Hefnd AC 12/12/10 -- CMD 12 -- HP 8/8 Tuesday September 6th, 2011 4:01:35 PM
[ooc] Turns out the scroll is APG, so instead I'll go with:
1) Pack Mule (8 gp) 2) Pack Saddle (5 gp) 3) Enough tea for 100 cups (2 gp) 4) Merchants scale (2 gold) 5) 10 days worth of mule feed (5 silver) 6) Barrel of Ale - 5 gallons (1g) 7) Barrel of Water - 5 gallons (1g) ? 8) Spices, Pepper/Ginger/equiv - 5 lbs (10g) 9) Spices, Cinnamon/equiv - 1.5 lbs (1.5g)
This uses all of the 50g, thanks to everyone else for some great ideas!
[/ooc]
Yngvar gets a room at 'Message in a Bottle', stabling his mule there for the evening. Recognizing others from the meeting with Randolf, Yngvar will invite them to join him for a round of drinks before retiring for the night.
(Josh) Meranus Stormhorn AC 16/12/13 -- CMD 18 -- HP 15/15 Tuesday September 6th, 2011 5:57:12 PM
Meranus has never said no to a round of drinks in his life. He'll stay at the tavernas well, although he'll probably end up sleeping on the floor with his own blanket, and maybe use the one the inn provided as a bad pillow. His snoring is lighter tonight (absent a feast), but still considerable.
(Sean) Toregan Dondarin AC 17/14/13 -- CMD 17 -- HP 11/11 Tuesday September 6th, 2011 9:04:32 PM
Toregan collect the money and then heads to the Catacombs to pick up a potion he felt would be quite useful in Cthonia. When his transaction is complete, he will head to the tavern, get a room, eat a small dinner and sleep soundly that night, regardless of the snoring minotaur.
(Erik) Leonan Songsteel AC 21/13/18 -- CMD 19 -- HP 13/13 d100=80 ; d100=66 ; d100=78 ; d100=29 ; d100=32 ; d100=93 ; d100=88 ; Tuesday September 6th, 2011 9:35:13 PM
Leonan rests in the inn when he is finished provisioning etc.
MacK Kelgore AC 15/11/13 -- CMD 17 -- HP 19/19 Tuesday September 6th, 2011 10:59:55 PM
Kelgore rests as well, understanding that tomorrow would likely be his first real fight in months.
He was excited
The Floating City Mutual understanding Wednesday September 7th, 2011 11:46:23 AM
The party alls secures room at the Message in a bottle tavern. The group ends up at a single large table that the staff creates by pushing together a couple others.
Shortly after dinners are brought out the room gets quiet. A few stray flanks of cups and plates can be heard from the kitchen, but the common room goes hushed. The cause is quickly And easily learned. Moving across the tavern towards your table is a large half Orc and five humans. At just over 6'2" and 250 pounds with a scar across his throat wearing a chain shirt, leather gloves and a set of large canines patruding from his jaw, the half Orc does not seem to be one to mess with. The five wiu him, also wear chainshirts and there fair share of muscle.
The half Orc simply grabs a nearby chair as he moves and has a seat at the table. His associates remain standing. The chair is planted perhaps two feet from the table, reversed with the back toward the table and next to Yngvar and Henrix.
The half Orc quickly scans the grouP as a servant hussles over with a tanked of stout. "So," he begins his deep rough voice grates, "Rumor has it you have been asked and accepted the posts at the CTP by Randolph. So we need to have this little meeting to know where we all stand. Im Mr Bas and My associates need to continue to use the post as both an entrance and exit point and you will need to keep out of the way."
He scans the group. "clear?"
(Ezra, the Second) Yngvar Hefnd AC 12/12/10 -- CMD 12 -- HP 8/8 Wednesday September 7th, 2011 2:20:54 PM
Yngvar picks up his mug and takes a drink of ale, wipes the back of his hand across his mouth, and squints at the half-orc. "Mr. Bas, huh?" Yngvar looks the half-orc up and down, looks at the five humans behind him, looks back at the half-orc.
He reaches one hand out and pokes Bas into the muscle of his upper-arm. "You look like you can handle yourself, what's with the cheerleaders?" Yngvar hooks a thumb back at the five. "Entry and exit to what?"
(Sean) Toregan Dondarin AC 17/14/13 -- CMD 17 -- HP 11/11 d20+5=23 ; Wednesday September 7th, 2011 2:57:10 PM
Toregan notes the new arrivals with interest, at least, until the orc explains himself. Toregan Immidiately remembers what Mr. Randolf warned about. "The Trading Post," Toregan muttuers to himself, quickly putting the few pieces he had together. "Poachers." Helinon mutters again though this time, his words come out more in a growl.
Perception check to see if they have any weapons, hidden or otherwise (+5): 23
(Andrew) Henrix Sharpsword AC 12/12/10 -- CMD 11 -- HP 10/10 Wednesday September 7th, 2011 3:05:25 PM
Completely absorbed in the large book floating in front of him, Henrix is not disturbed by the sudden silence. As the half-orc approaches, however, his booted feet send quivers through the ale in his untouched mug, breaking the Henrix's concentration. Heckle snaps to attention, having apparently dozed off on the wizard's shoulder, his black feathers ruffling against the stark contrast of the wizard's flame-red hair.
Henrix's expression slowly changes from one of mild annoyance to one of fear. He grabs the book and stashes it safely into his sack. His eyes flicker down to the still-glowing staff at his feet, then back up to the half-orc, where they settle. Highly suspicious, he prepares himself for an attack at any moment, leaving diplomacy to the others as usual.
[OOC: Ready an action to cast Charm Person on one of the lackeys in the back, should someone take hostile action.]
DM stuff
Ongoing effects: Prestidigitation on staff (1 hr, constantly renewed)
(Josh) Meranus Stormhorn AC 16/12/13 -- CMD 18 -- HP 15/15 Wednesday September 7th, 2011 6:07:41 PM
Meranus gives the orc a once-over and goes back to eating his dinner. With a mouth half-full of bread and his attention on the rest of the loaf, the minotaur comments, "You are tiny and your tusks couldn't tickle my big toe. Go assert your supposed dominance with the right people. We're not overseeing the place, just protecting it. You'll be looking for a Mr. Randolph, last seen at the Sabertooth Lounge. He's about this tall," Meranus illustrates with the hand not holding the rapidly diminishing loaf. "Ask him for permission. Good luck on the search." Meranus expels a slight belch, and goes back to eating.
(Corey) Tack Greenword AC 14/14/11 -- CMD 11 -- HP 12/12 Wednesday September 7th, 2011 6:55:34 PM
Tack sips his coffee and sits back, watching the show. I wonder if I can make a joke out of this: an orc, a minotaur and five humans walk into a bar...
If Tack sees a weapon get swung at any of his new colleagues, he will respond in kind with a well-placed Burning Hands at the aggressor.
(Erik) Leonan Songsteel AC 21/13/18 -- CMD 19 -- HP 13/13 Wednesday September 7th, 2011 11:47:07 PM
Leonan is content to let Yngvar take the lead on this, since he was the first one to speak up.
MacK Kelgore AC 15/11/13 -- CMD 17 -- HP 19/19 Thursday September 8th, 2011 8:23:01 AM
Kelgore couldn't care less who this man is, or what he wants, but his new "team" looks like they want a fight, and he was more than happy to oblige.
The others had already said what was worth saying (he was beginning to like this minotaur), so he merely began to examine his club.
"Hmmm, much heavier than I remember... And where did I get this bloodstain from?"
The Floating City Mutual understanding Thursday September 8th, 2011 9:54:26 AM
Mr Bas narrows his eyes and a growl begins in his throat. He keeps his gaze on Yngvar, "Tell your pet cow and filthy mule half breeds that if I want to hear their braying I'll address them. You kids have brass, no brains or survival instincts but you do have brass.". Mr Bas lifts his tankard and takes a drink, his grip very firm and his back straight in the chair. The other five crowd in a bit with amused looks on thier faces, one mumbles that it looks like tonight will be fun after all. The comment gets a pair of confirming chuckles.
Mr Bas keeps a hold of his tankard "Well bookworm, looks like the girls are looking to you to keep thier skirts clean. Do we have an understanding?"
The others are obviously itchy for a fight and from thier easy fighting postures there is no question that none in the party give any the least bit of concern
(Corey) Tack Greenword AC 14/14/11 -- CMD 11 -- HP 12/12 d20+5=17 ; Thursday September 8th, 2011 2:43:31 PM
At that comment, Tack cannot help but laugh. A lot. Like, it's a little disturbing how much he laughs at that comment.
"Filthy half-breeds he says! Hilarious! YOU need to drink with us more, half-orc, because that was one for the record books!"
He puts down his coffee and attempts to flag down a wench.
"Come! Sit with us, I'll buy a round or two! After all, if we're going to be working against each other professionally, won't it due to be at least a little courteous?"
[Diplomacy to improve the Half-Orc's mood towards me: d20+5=17]
(Andrew) Henrix Sharpsword AC 12/12/10 -- CMD 11 -- HP 10/10 Thursday September 8th, 2011 4:02:16 PM
Henrix tries, with limited success, to appear calm and collected. He continues to concentrate on being ready to Charm a lackey at a moment's notice. The half-orc's taut words send a new chill up his spine; he grips one hand with the other nervously and continues eyeing the half-orc suspiciously. He smiles weakly and looks around quickly at his companions, trying to play off of Tack's bluff.
Heckle, meanwhile, remains uncharacteristically silent. He seems to be trying to stifle a laugh, finding Tack's fake laughter genuinely infectious.
[OOC: Ready an action to cast Charm Person on one of the lackeys in the back, should someone take hostile action.]
DM stuff
Ongoing effects: Prestidigitation on staff (1 hr, constantly renewed)
(Josh) Meranus Stormhorn AC 16/12/13 -- CMD 18 -- HP 15/15 Thursday September 8th, 2011 6:07:42 PM
Meranus will tear his gaze away from the food and turn to the half-orc, puzzled. "We obviously do not have an understanding, since we aren't the ones that can grant you permission and you seem convinced that we are. And really, there are limits to what you can say when you are challenging your betters; weren't you ever taught that?"
(Sean) Toregan Dondarin AC 17/14/13 -- CMD 17 -- HP 11/11 Thursday September 8th, 2011 10:41:16 PM
Toregan glares at the group of men. "Inexperienced idiots. They hunt only for gold, and care not of what stands in their way. There is no honor to their actions. They have no motivation other than greed." Those who pay attention, and are relatively close to him, can hear a low growl coming from Toregan. Other than that, he continues to let the others deal with these morons.
(Erik) Leonan Songsteel AC 21/13/18 -- CMD 19 -- HP 13/13 d20=14 ; Friday September 9th, 2011 2:33:36 AM
"Tack's right, you guys seem like fun. Why don't you relax a little and drink with us. We can work out details of our business once we've gotten to know each other better."
(Aid Another on Tack's Diplomacy roll: 1d20+0=14; grants a +2 bonus to Tack's diplomacy check)
(Ezra, the Second) Yngvar Hefnd AC 12/12/10 -- CMD 12 -- HP 8/8 Friday September 9th, 2011 2:48:47 AM
Nodding to Tack and accepting two tankards of ale, Yngvar looks back at Bas and hands him one of the tankards, "Looks like you need a refil." Yngvar takes a swallow of his own, wipes his mouth, "Well, Mr. Bas, you present an interesting proposition. I do apologize for myself and my associates, a bit of jest in the evening helps the digestion.
However, that being said, I'll tell you what I'll do, our usual price would be a 40% cut. But I like you! You have a style. So, we will allow you to continue your activities for 30%."
MacK Kelgore AC 15/11/13 -- CMD 17 -- HP 19/19 Saturday September 10th, 2011 9:06:22 AM
Kelgore's eye noticably twitches as Yngvar makes his offer.
"What is... I don't even..." he thinks to himself. "Is this guy for real?"
His head slowly sinks to the table and he says "Oh my GOD."
The Floating City Agressive Negotiations d20+24=43 ; d20+16=19 ; d6+10=15 ; d6+3=8 ; d20+3=6 ; d20+11=26 ; d20+11=29 ; d20+11=27 ; d20+11=13 ; d6+7=11 ; d6+7=13 ; d3+5=8 ; d3+5=6 ; Saturday September 10th, 2011 12:11:08 PM
Tack's words seem to ease some of the tension about the table, Mr. Bas is quick on the uptake of the irony pointed out and in such a way that he seems to be rethinking his opinion of at least Tack. Meranus then speaks and the Half orc's heads snaps in his direction, but this time it seems Mr Bas is also taking a different thought on the minotaur as he quickly scans Meranus's demeanour. The others seem mostly content to let Tack speak, Leonan taking up the queue of buying a round of drinks and trying to diffuse the situation. Yngvar then speaks and the conversation takes a horrible turn. Mr Bas explodes. "Your usual cut! Faster than nearly any eye can follow, the Half orc's arm snaps out and grabs Yngvar by the head. [b]"You piece of Carrion think you can tell me terms?"[b] In the same motion Yngvar's head is propelled into the table, blood exploding in all directions as his nose is practically incinerated on impact. The half orcs hand lifts his limp form easily and back hands it several feet to the floor behind him.
Grapple attack 43 v Yngvar CMD 12 Attack hit AC 19 to the table Dmg 15
The rest of the men move as well.
Henrix's spell goes off One human takes a chair into Toregan Hit ac 26 Dmg 11 Another into Leonan Hit ac 29 Dmg 13 A third seems to hold back The Forth comes at Kelgore swinging with a bare knuckled upper cut and Hit ac 27 Dmg 8 The fifth at Meranus swinging a leather gloved round house Hit ac 13 Dmg 6
None of the men are armed
The rest of the tavern occupants have not moved other than a scream or two
Humans AC 17 CMD 18 Mr Bas AC 22 CMD 25
(Sean) Toregan Dondarin AC 17/14/13 -- CMD 17 -- HP 0/11 Saturday September 10th, 2011 12:52:31 PM
(Ouch! That hurt! This doesn't bode well for us. Leonan and I are down to 0 and Yngvar is KO'd) Toregan nearly jumps at the orcs throat when he slams Yngvar into the table, but instead jumps right into a chair flying into him. The force of the chair causes Toregan's vision to blur and it takes all of his concentration to stay conscious. Seeing the shape his allies are in, he moves away from the battle looking for an area with cover from the thugs. One move action to move away from the majority of the thugs. If there are any areas that would provie cover, such as people upturned tables or the like he will head for those. lacking, any of that he will move to the table the farthest away from the fighting.
The Floating City Agressive Negotiations Saturday September 10th, 2011 4:31:40 PM
DM note. I miscalculated mr Bas Cmd. It is 35 not 25
(Andrew) Henrix Sharpsword AC 12/12/10 -- CMD 11 -- HP 10/10 d20+10=27 ; d20+1=8 ; d20+5=6 ; Saturday September 10th, 2011 6:16:04 PM
Henrix leaves his staff under the table and backs away from the aggressors, stuttering more than normal. "L-l-l-leavvve the t-tavvvern n-now. W-w-we m-meannno -- no h-harm." Heckle squawks in surprise and takes flight, heading up and away from the fight to find somewhere to hide, preferably near the ceiling. Henrix then draws some powder from a pouch at his belt and begins chanting.
[OOC: 5-foot step to get out of melee range, speak (giving a command to the charmed lackey), begin casting Enlarge Person (it's a 1 round action so it goes off at the beginning of Henrix's next turn). Stealth check for Heckle: [b[27[/b] CHA check for Charm if necessary: 8 Concentration check if interrupted before next turn: 6]
DM stuff
Ongoing effects: Prestidigitation on staff (1 hr, constantly renewed)
(Ezra, the Second) Yngvar Hefnd AC 12/12/10 -- CMD 12 -- HP -7/8 d20+5=22 ; Saturday September 10th, 2011 8:52:36 PM
Stabilized (Con +2, -7 dam <0)
(Corey) Tack Greenword AC 14/14/11 -- CMD 11 -- HP 12/12 Saturday September 10th, 2011 10:09:53 PM
Tack exchanges a glance with Poe, and the two are in immediate agreement: the sooner they distance themselves from these bruisers, the better. He drops off his chair and lands under the table, casting from under it a Silent Image of pure, magical darkness. Hopefully everyone's distracted enough by that to allow him a beeline for the door.
(swift action) Drop from chair into standing position on floor. Unlike standing from prone, such a simple movement shouldn't provoke a response. (standard action) Cast Silent Image (a field of magical darkness filling 6 10x10x10 cubes which should cover the room and the area immediately outside it). (move action) Standard movement towards the door, avoiding provoking AOOs against enemies who disbelieve the illusion.
(Josh) Meranus Stormhorn AC 16/12/13 -- CMD 18 -- HP 15/15 d20=19 ; d8=3 ; d20=16 ; Sunday September 11th, 2011 12:48:19 AM
Meranus can't help but take a quick laugh at the irony. He's finally attacked by a small one's fist - the way Imod intended - but the rest of this sudden and unprovoked attack is utterly without reason - the first blow was against the most obviously weak of the party. Who does that?!
Apparently, the same people that use the vilest weapon he's ever read about. The minotaur roars in fury, "Blinding powder?! In a fight? How dare you!!!" Believing himself to be the only one that can't see, he will turn around and run straight away from the table, until either he finds a door or a table finds him.
(OoC: First D20 and D8 were for a weapon attack that has just been nulified. Sadly, the 19 would have been enough for Meranus to disbelieve the illusion)
(Erik) Leonan Songsteel AC 21/13/18 -- CMD 19 -- HP 13/13 d20=4 ; Sunday September 11th, 2011 1:47:41 AM
Leonan is busy buying drinks for his soon to be attackers, when a chair hits him from behind with the strength of an ogre.
(he has 0 hp and gains the disabled condition).
His vision goes all black and he thinks for a moment that he must be dead.
( 1d20+0 = 4 ; failed Will saving throw for disbelief ... assuming that being blinded by darkness is "interaction" with the illusion. )
After that moment of shock, Leonan realizes he's probably not dead, just blind or something, and figures this fight was won by the enemy before it even started.
"In the name of all that is Holy, I yield! The field of battle is yours. Now please, I beg of you, dispel this conjuration that has destroyed my sight, and accept my surrender on my honor."
(Sean) Toregan Dondarin AC 17/14/13 -- CMD 17 -- HP 0/11 (In Darkness) d20+1=5 ; Sunday September 11th, 2011 9:45:57 AM
(sorry for the double post, I just want to get Toregan's Will save in here before the next round of combat.) Will save (+1) : 5
As Toregan retreats from the table, darkness washes over him, blinding him. He continues to retreat, hoping that the darkness will also affect his enemies.
MacK Kelgore AC 15/11/13 -- CMD 17 -- HP 12/20 d20+4=6 ; d100=43 ; Sunday September 11th, 2011 11:21:14 AM
Enraged by both the ferocity of the attackers and the weakness of his allies, Kelgore flies into a rage... but can't see to see anything...
Still, the wound to his jaw is fresh, and he knows where at least ONE of them is...
BUT, due to the darkness, is unable to land a hit.
(Josh) Meranus Stormhorn AC 16/12/13 -- CMD 18 -- HP 9/15 Sunday September 11th, 2011 10:48:46 PM (OoC: I never said I wasn't. I noted the damage in the post I had waiting on my computer for most of the day; when circumstances changed, unfortunately that got lost. And all of the rest of the party did not note it.)
(Ezra, the Second) Yngvar Hefnd AC 12/12/10 -- CMD 12 -- HP -7/8 Monday September 12th, 2011 12:29:25 AM
My post has a minor edit, the bonus to the stabilize roll should have been -5 instead of +5, resulting in a 12, still sufficient to stabilize.
(Corey) Tack Greenword AC 14/14/11 -- CMD 11 -- HP 12/12 -- Spells 4/0/0/0/0/0/0/0/0 Monday September 12th, 2011 2:21:39 AM
(Hmm, I'm a sorcerer, so listing my spells known seems redundant given my character sheet has them - but I'll put my spells per day remaining in my name so I don't forget again. Oh, and the DC was 16, I thought I remembered to put it in the post but I guess not.)
The Floating City Agressive Negotiations Monday September 12th, 2011 10:49:21 AM
I will delete these distractions to our story later
Tack slots available and used is fine Meranus only a reminder as normally the attack would have missed
All. It's our first combat together ooc any comments thoughts and suggestios most combats will have a map especially as they get more complex
(Josh) Meranus Stormhorn AC 16/12/13 -- CMD 18 -- HP 9/15 Monday September 12th, 2011 11:48:34 AM
I think we're having trouble seeing how the attack was justified, and why "we 'deserve' to be punished for 'provoking' it." Meranus certainly deserved to be chewed out and corrected for his comment, but that's usually a figure of speech. Yngvar's post was a pretty standard and polite opening to negotiations.
Zach R (DM) Monday September 12th, 2011 1:03:08 PM
Who said you were dealing with people who feel the need to be justified. =)
I'm not running this portion, so what I say has no bearing, but I wouldn't try to dictate terms to the mob, or other smugglers. Granted both of my character are Paladins and would have tried to haul them in so... I'd be in a bloody pulp on the floor as well.
(Erik) Leonan Songsteel AC 21/13/18 -- CMD 19 -- HP 13/13 Monday September 12th, 2011 1:33:05 PM
Step 1: Hire "incompetent" adventurers to act as private police force for a frontier town. Step 2: "Leak" where the new "security guards" will be spending the night to a gang of extremely powerful and extremely aggressive/violent smugglers/poachers/criminals/whatever. Step 3: Comedy ensues.
The Floating City Agressive Negotiations Monday September 12th, 2011 2:26:10 PM
Sent an email to all.
(Andrew) Henrix Sharpsword AC 12/12/10 -- CMD 11 -- HP 10/10 d20+8=24 ; d20+5=12 ; d20-1=13 ; d20+4=10 ; Monday September 12th, 2011 3:47:16 PM
[OOC: Got some backlogged rolls...
Henrix Spellcraft to identify Tack's spell as Silent Image: 24 (success) Henrix Will save to disbelieve Tack's illusion: 12/ (fail) Heckle Spellcraft " ": 13 (fail) Heckle Will save (if/when he interacts) " ": 10 (fail)
Once we return to posting as normal, I'll start implementing clearer formatting of spells and whatnot.]
The Floating City Agressive Negotiations round 2 d20+2=20 ; d20+2=9 ; d20+2=15 ; d20+2=20 ; d20+2=9 ; d20+10=28 ; Tuesday September 13th, 2011 8:38:27 AM
The entire tavern is plunged into darkness and confusion. For many everything is pitch black. Kelgore swings at his opponent and from the sharp cry directly in front of him he is sure that man can no longer see as well Chairs can be heard overturning, plates and glass shatter and drop to the floor Leonan announces his surrender Toregan stumbles away through the black Tack shoots under the table and out into the street where he finds a handful of others from the tavern and many nearby onlookers, though the commotion inside has not done much more at this point than peak the interest of a couple men lounging outside by a streetlamp Inside the grating voice of Mr Bas calls out "You're not blind McAllister ya dolt, just a wizard mind trick. Finish that spell and I'll twist your head off"
Outside Meranus finds the door and exits and right behind him is Mr Bas and 2 of the thugs who turn left and head down the street. Perception check DC 15 as one of the thugs whispers to the half Orc Highlight to display spoiler: {}"what the hell was that? Thought we needed them to secure...Highlight to display spoiler: {} Mr Bas cracks the man in the chest,sending him buckling to his knees for a moment and keeps walking
Inside is only black and about a dozen confused and scared voices
The Floating City Agressive Negotiations round 2 Tuesday September 13th, 2011 9:13:25 AM
Second post Correction on Meranus position. He exits through a side door and is not in the front street area
(Ezra, the Second) Yngvar Hefnd AC 12/12/10 -- CMD 12 -- HP -7/8 Tuesday September 13th, 2011 10:13:32 AM
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(Sean) Toregan Dondarin AC 17/14/13 -- CMD 17 -- HP 0/11 (In Darkness) d20+5=14 ; Tuesday September 13th, 2011 12:58:36 PM
Toregan feels about around him, blidly serching for a table, overturned or not. If he can reach one from his loaction, he grabs it and flips it on its side, porbably scattering any food and drink on it onto the floor (Hopefully only a move/standard action). Then, if able, he will drope to prone behind the table (A free action to drop to prone). If he finds an already overturned table, he goes prone behind it. If he can only flip the table and not go prone behind it, he will then go behind the table and go prone next turn. If he cant find a table around him right now he will spend 1 move action per turn to find one and the perform the actions above.
And for the hell of it, even with all the negatives Toregan is sure to have, he will try to subconsiously pick up the man's whisper over the panic of the tavern. Perception (+5) : 14
(Andrew) Henrix Sharpsword AC 12/12/10 -- CMD 11 -- HP 10/10 d20+3=5 ; Tuesday September 13th, 2011 5:22:38 PM
Henrix immediately recognizes Tack's handiwork, yet is unable to shake off the illusion. "Y-y-yessssir," Henrix chokes out in response to Mr. Bas's harsh command. Blinded by Tack's spell, he has no target but himself to enlarge anyway; the spell fizzles. "No use running, even with the scroll. They'll surely catch me, handicapped as I am." He does not deign to inform the bystanders nor his allies about the illusion - judging by the hit he saw Yngvar take, he supposes it's probably better if they all stay blind and just follow Leonan's lead. Abruptly he does so, raising his palms in submission and standing in the fake darkness, lame and defeated. "I ssssurrender."
Henrix sighs, feeling quite like he should have known Tack would get him into such a mess, and then remembers the fallen wizard. Assuming no one restrains him (disregard this if he is attacked or told to stop), Henrix slowly approaches where he thinks Yngvar is. If he finds him, he winces at the wizard's crushed and bloody face, attempting to determine if the bleeding has stopped. (I guess determining if someone is stable is a Heal check, but I don't know the DC. Heal roll = 5.) If he can't find him in one move, he'll cast Detect Magic to find him, which will take a few rounds to start helping.
Heckle continues hiding, assuming he has found a safe, elevated perch.
[OOC: Move, then Heal or Detect as standard action. Still working on the formatting. Are the DMs ok with what I have?]
DM Stuff: Highlight to display spoiler: {
Ongoing Effects: Prestidigitation on staff (1 hr, constantly renewed) Charm Person on lackey (slightly under 1 hr remaining) - last asked to "leave the tavern now"
(Erik) Leonan Songsteel AC 21/13/18 -- CMD 19 -- HP 13/13 Wednesday September 14th, 2011 12:52:45 AM
Leonan remains where he is for now, until the attackers either say/do something or until he can see. He wants to help Yngvar but he knows he'll be know help if something he does or says provokes another attack from Bas and his gang.
(Corey) Tack Greenword AC 14/14/11 -- CMD 11 -- HP 12/12 -- Spells 3/0/0/0/0/0/0/0/0 d20+9=24 ; Wednesday September 14th, 2011 1:56:55 AM
Reaching the outside, Tack blends into the crowd, then takes a second look inside the building. Poe flies off to overlook the situation from the air.
Tack considers the consequences of setting the building on fire. Nah, maybe that's not the best idea.
So instead he lets the darkness illusion drop and generates a new illusion - a hollow multicolored tapestry that morphs constantly into profane shapes and taunts - creating five-foot boxes that surround each of the antagonists. They shouldn't know it's an illusion until they attempt to pass through the veil, and my colleagues should have enough time to get the heck out of there.
[bluff (blend into crowd): 24] [free action: drop previous illusion] [standard action: new illusion] [move action: place self inside crowd]
(Corey) Tack Greenword AC 14/14/11 -- CMD 11 -- HP 12/12 -- Spells 3/0/0/0/0/0/0/0/0 Wednesday September 14th, 2011 1:57:37 AM
(( OOC: whoops! forgot to mention it's another Silent Image and the DC is still 16 ))
(Josh) Meranus Stormhorn AC 16/12/13 -- CMD 18 -- HP 9/15 d20=10 ; Wednesday September 14th, 2011 4:39:37 AM
Meranus keeps his eyes closed, afraid that the blinding agent will get deeper into his eyes and cause further damage. The minotaur keeps walking, bumping into objects and providing a curious show for passersby. He keeps his hands waving in front of him to feel for obstacles; unfortunately, they're waving at about eight feet off the ground, well above any tables, pedestrians, small pets, food stands, barbeque pits, and the like. If he can hear water, as from a fountain, he will attempt to wash his eyes out there. If not...well, the entire city is a tower in the middle of a lake. He'll find water eventually, even if he has to fall into it.
(OoC: Of course, given that people have a tendency to walk in circles when they don't have a fixed point to follow, he may be walking for a few years...
Perception +2 = 12 to hear running water)
The Floating City Agressive Negotiations Aftermath d20+2=21 ; d20+2=6 ; Wednesday September 14th, 2011 7:24:11 PM
Toregan finds his hands being grasped and a calming voice speaking to him, "Here just duck down here." His probing hands finds that he is being directed down behind an overturned table. Henrix fumbles about aqnd is able to locate Yngvar who is still breathing, though is sounds weezy and if he is under water. Without sight there is little Henrix an do in the way of tending to any wounds. Tack drops the illusion and erects another inside the Message in th Bottle tavern, He disappears into the crowd as Poe flies up for an airial view Meranus finds a wall running left and right and turns using one hand to keep the wall at his side as he walks. Several hard objects find his thighs, shin and stomach with the clatter of crates.
Inside, With the darkness gone the tavern scene is easily discerned. Two of the thugs are still there blinkning away the darkness and spinning about as the tapestries and boxes then spring up around them. One curses darkly, bringing Mr Bas's preferences into question and as he waves a hand throught the boxes he taunts he compatriot, "McCallister you really are a dunce. Like we say there is always one to take the rap. Guess you just signed up." With that the man bolts from the tavern leaving 'McAllister to his fate and spewing curses
Toregan, Leonan and Henrix find a few brave souls in the tavern moving to help them and Yngvar. A bar maid exits towards the kitchen 'To fetch a Healers kit' and the rest of the some dozen patrons and staff sit or stand in stunned silence. It is quite clear to all but the comatose that what just happened rarely if ever has before.
Outside, Poe can easily watch and pace Mr. Bas and the other 3 as they move purposefully but not hurried down the street. The sharp eyed bird can see no sign of a local watch reacting to the events, though in truth it was over in less than 30 seconds
(Sean) Toregan Dondarin AC 17/14/13 -- CMD 17 -- HP 0/11 (In Darkness) Thursday September 15th, 2011 11:24:04 AM
Toregan gratefully moves behind the table and mutters a quick thanks to the direction of the voice. When the darkness clears, Toregan pulls out his longbow, but still stays prone, 'safely' behind the table and still fighting the urge to pass out.
(Ezra, the Second) Yngvar Hefnd AC 12/12/10 -- CMD 12 -- HP -7/8 Thursday September 15th, 2011 1:03:00 PM
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(Erik) Leonan Songsteel AC 21/13/18 -- CMD 19 -- HP 0/13 Thursday September 15th, 2011 2:23:42 PM
Leonan stays where he is; not willing to chance another attack -- besides which, he's pretty sure if he tried to move too quickly, he'd die.
(Still disabled, still at 0 hp)
(Josh) Meranus Stormhorn AC 16/12/13 -- CMD 18 -- HP 9/15 d20+2=5 ; Thursday September 15th, 2011 6:31:42 PM
Meranus continues as he was, heading left and swearing at the irresponsibly-placed debris, hoping to hear the sounds of liquid (perception 5).
(Andrew) Henrix Sharpsword AC 12/12/10 -- CMD 11 -- HP 10/10 d20+5=22 ; Thursday September 15th, 2011 9:09:29 PM
Henrix retrieves his staff, wishing vaguely that he had studied conjuration magic more in-depth and feeling very useless as several of his companions lay mortally injured. Heckle emerges from his hiding place and returns to Henrix's shoulder. The wizard whispers to the bird - "Find Tack" - and then pushes open the front door; the raven leaves and takes off high into the air outside.
Be careful.
[OOC]All of that probably takes more than 1 round, but that's what Henrix will begin to do for now. Heckle Perception roll = 22[/OOC]
DM Stuff:
Highlight to display spoiler: {Ongoing Effects: Prestidigitation on staff (1 hr, constantly renewed) Charm Person on lackey (slightly under 1 hr remaining) - last asked to "leave the tavern now"
(Corey) Tack Greenword AC 14/14/11 -- CMD 11 -- HP 12/12 -- Spells 3/0/0/0/0/0/0/0/0 d20+10=27 ; Friday September 16th, 2011 1:14:18 AM
Still blending into the city crowd, Tack follows his familiar - who follows Bas and the others. Nobody insults me and gets away with it!
Tack hopes to follow them to their place of residence (or the hotel they're staying at), then plot a suitable revenge. Of course, it will have to be a DISCRETE revenge, because they can probably turn Tack into halfling drop stew, but it will happen.
OOC: Stealth Check from Poe to remain hidden (don't forget that, to spot him, there will be additional penalties for distance): 27
The Floating City Agressive Negotiations Aftermath d20+8=24 ; Friday September 16th, 2011 9:20:33 AM
Inside the tavern, the server returns and helps Yngvar, restoring 8HP to the wounded man. Leonan Toregan and Henrix all are inside in close proximity to each other, and Henrix's bird is flying out to find Tack. the Patrons seem a bit weary of getting to close to the party for the most part, with the exception of the man who helped Toregan find cover and the servant helping Yngvar.
As she works she talks, 'Horrible viscious man that Mr Bas. Heard he's killed dozens of men, een several of the watch. But they won't touch him that one is part of the Cat and Mouse gang.' At this point the barkeep hisses her to silence as he comes over. "Keep your teeth closed woman." She shoots him a look but does so.
The man with Toregan also speaks, "You and your friends are lucky to be breathing I'd say. Never heard of Bas going off like that and not leaving corpses. If there is business that puts you out of Floating City, my advise is you take it.
Outside the Tavern, Mr Bas and the three with him split up a few intersections down. Bas continues alone the three turn down a street and into a pub. Half a block later Bas enters a gem cutters.
Heckle does find Poe on a rooftop
Meranus hears a male voice ask if he needs assistance and assuming he accepts the man directs or takes him to a fountain
(Ezra, the Second) Yngvar Hefnd AC 12/12/10 -- CMD 12 -- HP 1/8 Friday September 16th, 2011 11:23:18 AM
Yngvar reaches up and slowly feels his nose, wincing at the pain of a broken nose "I still want to file a report with the watch, at some point, someone will do something. This was completely unprovoked." His words are slightly slurred.
"I'll take a shot of your medicinal brandy." Yngvar glances between the barmaid and barkeep, "thank you for your assistance."
Highlight to display spoiler: { Special Abilities Remaining Shift 5' 8 Cantrips Ghost Sound, Read Magic, Prestidigitation 1st-level Spells Mage Armor*, Grease, Color Spray, Silent Image}
(Sean) Toregan Dondarin AC 17/14/13 -- CMD 17 -- HP 0/11 Friday September 16th, 2011 5:49:31 PM
Toregan winces as he tries to get up as carefully as he can, His vision flashes for a second, but he manages to keep a clear enough head to get up and stay up. "Y-yes. T-t-thank you...." His glance constantly moves towards the door, and his bow is in his hand, ready to fire.
(Andrew) Henrix Sharpsword AC 12/12/10 -- CMD 11 -- HP 10/10 d20+10=12 ; d20+5=7 ; Friday September 16th, 2011 9:03:35 PM
Wordlessly, Henrix returns to his seat, carefully avoiding debris and blood. He takes a great gulp from his untouched tankard of ale. After a moment he draws out a pen and a bit of parchment and then casts Mage Hand, directing the pen to record the events of the last few minutes.
When Heckle catches up to Poe, he tries to blend in as well and also continues to keep a sharp eye open. "Hey. Where's Shorty?"
[OOC]Stealth roll = 12, Perception roll = 7[/OOC]
Highlight to display spoiler: {DM Stuff: Ongoing Effects: Prestidigitation on staff (1 hr, constantly renewed) Charm Person on lackey (slightly under 1 hr remaining) - last asked to "leave the tavern now" Mage Hand on inkpen (concentration) Spell-like Abilities: Telekinetic Fist: 7/7 Spells Prepared: Cantrips: Detect Magic, Mage Hand, Prestidigitation 1: Magic Weapon* *school slot}
(Corey) Tack Greenword AC 14/14/11 -- CMD 11 -- HP 12/12 -- Spells 3/0/0/0/0/0/0/0/0 Sunday September 18th, 2011 12:10:58 AM
Tack waits for Bas' associates to enter the bar, and for nobody to be paying particularly close attention. Then he slips into the alleyway behind the bar, finds a particularly flammable bit of trash, and casts Burning Hands on it.
Then he takes a very circuitous route back to his own hotel, blending with the normal passerby along the way, and linking up with Poe and Hackle.
"Mission accomplished. Let's get out of here before anyone finds out."
(Corey) Tack Greenword AC 14/14/11 -- CMD 11 -- HP 12/12 -- Spells 2/0/0/0/0/0/0/0/0 Sunday September 18th, 2011 12:11:22 AM
(forgot to update spells remaining)
(Erik) Leonan Songsteel AC 21/13/18 -- CMD 19 -- HP 0/13 Sunday September 18th, 2011 3:38:00 PM "He said he wants us to keep out of his way as he conducts business in Cthonia. I'm convinced, I don't know about the rest of you. I don't want anything to do with him, Cthonia, or his business. Besides which, I won't be going anywhere in this condition."
Leonan pauses for a moment; then he adds, "I don't suppose any of you practice any healing magic?"
(Leonan is still disabled)
(Josh) Meranus Stormhorn AC 16/12/13 -- CMD 18 -- HP 9/15 Monday September 19th, 2011 12:25:09 AM
"Why, thank you, small one. A few of your race set upon me and my friends without warning, and stooped to using blinding powder in my face. The nerve of you humans...at least one of you has manners. Now, where is the Message in a Bottle?"
The Floating City Agressive Negotiations Aftermath Monday September 19th, 2011 12:04:22 PM
Inside the tavern things return to a semblance of normal. The mess Is cleaned, blood is being scrubbed from the floor the few patrons are returning to thier meals. Meranus finds his way back with some simple directions from the man that helped him to the fountain. For his part he seems to ignore Meranus' comments. Leonan expresses his thoughts on the entire venture. Hernia begins recording the events in his journal and a small decanter of brandy arrives for Yngvar containing perhaps 3 or 4shots. A few minutes after Meranus returns a group of Floating City's finest arrive
The three look across the room and split up. Two come over to the party and one heads to the Barkeep. Addressing Henrix, one asks for an account of what happened
Tack has not returned to this point
Tack makes his way back and around into the alleyway of the bar that the 3 men entered. Locating some trash is not difficult and soon Tack has made a small pile by the wall. With a quick check left and right he casts Burning Hands and the debris alights. Tack moves quickly out of the alley and begins picking his way back to the Message in a Bottle
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