Co-DM Cayzle Thursday February 2nd, 2012 7:12:02 AM Spire wants to consult with a witch first, then raid the warehouse.
Dilantar agrees, and adds further thoughts about how to blow open a door or trick a guard into opening it.
Alphonse agrees, and invites the group to continue planning as they walk.
Baird also hopes to get good info from the witch, and thinks it is premature to plan before knowing more.
Giada is happy to keep to the group's consensus.
Yel'kno reminds his friends that the barbarians attacked without mercy. That's the kind of enemy you are facing.
You have heard that the witch lives in a swamp several miles out of town. With no roads or even paths outside of Bonetown, the easiest way there is to walk along the beach. At first, the sandy beautiful beach is as soft on your feet as a feather bed. Soon it grows wearying to walk across sand. Maybe you stroll down to the surf, and walk on the wet hard sand, sometimes getting splashed by waves. But after a couple miles, the beach ends, and a tangle of trees marches down from inland crashes into the sea, roots leaping into the surf like lemmings off a cliff.
It is a mangrove swamp, and you decide that the best way to go forward is to wade out into the surf and go around. The trees extend well into the ocean, so you will have to wade at least waist deep, if you are a human. It takes some effort, and maybe some swimming.
About a mile or two further on along the coast, into the swamp, you see a stream of rising smoke. As you struggle on through surf and roots, you eventually reach a place where the trees have drawn back from the ocean. It does not look as if they have been cleared, but more like they have chosen to withdraw, making a small beach. Here it is that you meet the witch, you think, tending her big iron pot as it bubbles over a fire above the high tide mark.
Is this the witch? How could it be otherwise? Is her nose long and hooked and warty? Why, yes. Is her back humped and broken, so that she moves slowly? She does. Is she missing a finger? An ear? Several teeth? Indeed, she is. And as she stirs the concoction in her cauldron, do her hands seem strong and powerful? Of course.
The witch straightens up, and she calls out, as if to someone in the swamp behind her, "We have guests!"
(Joel) Dilantar Krenwae'afein AC 15/13/12 - CMD 13 - HP 8/8() d20+9=24 ; d20+1=3 ; Thursday February 2nd, 2012 3:23:50 PM
Upon reaching the clearing, Dilantar breathes a huge sigh of relief and takes a moment to rest. After catching his breath, Dilantar looks with interest at the cauldron and tries to determine what is in it. (Craft(Alchemy) Check of 24) After satisfying his curiosity, Dilantar then turns to the witch and says, "Greetings, I am called Dilantar Krenwae'afein, how are you called? Also, do you live out here alone? What is that like?" (Sense motive check of 3 for truth verification, ouch)
(Walter) AC 17/17/14 -- CMD 19 HP 11/ 11 Rogar Stonefist Thursday February 2nd, 2012 7:37:02 PM
Rogar catches his breath. The trip out here was far worse than he thought it would be. Especially the swimming. Waist deep on a human is considerably higer on a dwarf. With all the dense muscle he doesnt swim so well either. Yet he survived which was a bonus.
ooc: I'm glad I checked. I was waiting for some type of notice that the wold was up but never recieved one.
(Ian) Spirysn'rar Kilarn AC 14/14/10 - CMD 14 - HP 6/6 Friday February 3rd, 2012 12:08:56 PM
Spire immediately casts Detect Magic as they come upon this grove, staying back a bit to scan it before he decides to enter. He lingers specifically on the woman and her cauldron.
(Walter) AC 17/17/14 -- CMD 19 HP 11/ 11 Rogar Stonefist Friday February 3rd, 2012 11:47:52 PM
Rogar has no real knowledge of magic or mystical things. Dilantar seemed to know more so Rogar was quite happy to let the man handle the initial introductions. He never shied away from a good brawl but something about this woman just creeped him out.
Yel'kno (Jon) AC 17/14/13 CMD 16 HP 10/11 Saturday February 4th, 2012 9:35:14 AM
Yel'kno slogs through and lets Dilanter take the lead, glad for the chance to rest and chance his breath. He looks up at the sky, trying to judge what time it is and how long it will take to make the trek back. He'd have rather asssaulted the warehouse before nighttime when the cultist were there in force.
(Josh) Alphonse AC 13/13/10 CMD 13 HP 6/6 Saturday February 4th, 2012 9:05:22 PM
Alphonse stands silently in the group, waiting for the right moment to talk. Crackerjack fidgets on his shoulder.
Mike R. Baird Windcatcher AC19/12/17 -CMD 13 - HP 10/10 Saturday February 4th, 2012 9:12:06 PM
Baird finally catches up to the group and glances around the area checking on his friends. "What did I miss?"
Giada Melinda (AC 17 Hps 10) Sunday February 5th, 2012 5:12:30 PM
Giada, not happy to have sand on her boots and armor from the beach, catches up with the party to discuss the next move.
Co-DM Cayzle Monday February 6th, 2012 9:05:43 AM
Dilantar greets the witch and introduces himself. He asks a couple questions and takes a peek in the cauldron. Mustering his deep alchemical knowledge, he determines with as much accuracy as he can muster that the most likely identification of the bubbling concoction is some sort of a fish stew.
Rogar sighs with relief to be out of the pounding surf. It was not easy to pass through the pounding waves, but thank goodness that, unlike many of his kin, he wears no armor. But his relief is short-lived. The witch's foul visage, her obvious deformities, and, perhaps, the prospect of further violations of nature and health lurking under her black shapeless robes, all conspire to freak the dwarf out a little more than somewhat.
Alphonse takes it all in and watches carefully.
Yel'kno looks at the sun and consults his inner time sense. He figures that the trip here took three hours, and it is now mid-morning. He thinks about how it would definitely be better to get to the warehouse during the day, when there are fewer cultists about.
Spire casts detect magic and finds that the woman is wearing or carryiong several magic items. Nothing of extraordinary power. He senses most clearly the auras of conjuration and transformation.
Baird and Giada come up last, struggling out of the surf and coming up behind. They too see the witch and hear her response to Dilantar.
"Well met, Dilantar Krenwae'afein," she says, cackling. "Now that's a mouthful of vowels, isn't it?"
She bows low to the group. "I am Goodie Bess, young man. And why do you ask if I live here alone? Would you take advantage of an old lonely woman? Of course, there are a dozen stout warriors hiding within range of my voice, and I urge you to think twice before attacking me!" She giggles as she says this.
"Come on out!" she calls behind her, as if to invite another person to join her on the beach.
Dilantar has no idea if she is telling the truth or not.
She turns back to Dilantar. "So, why do you come all this way to visit old Goodie Bess? Surely not just for chit-chat? Maybe you seek a love potion, a good luck charm, or some other trinket of mine?"
(Ian) Spirysn'rar Kilarn AC 14/14/10 - CMD 14 - HP 6/6 Monday February 6th, 2012 1:09:52 PM
Sighs sighs, his hand moving to that familiar place to pinch the bridge of his noise and thinking, Great, the woman's gone mad out here all alone. This will be painful... He drops the Detect Magic spell and steps forward, lowering said hand. He then says, "Miss Bess, I am Spirysn'rar Kilarn. We do not wish for any potions or trinkets, we have no need for them. However, we have been lead to believe that you are a skilled scryer, and we require those services of you to locate our friend."
(Brock) Jozhur Derile Monday February 6th, 2012 5:46:17 PM
"Hello!" a voice calls out from the trees to the left of the group.
A young human, maybe 20 years old, clad in leather armor emerges from the treeline. The man is of about average height and somewhat slightly built for a human, yet he appears very athletic. He has shaggy jet black hair that falls on his eyebrows and moves very gracefully as he picks his way out of the vegetation.
"Name is Jozhur Derile, I work with Goodie here. You've all come quite a ways, who is you are looking for?"
OOC: Hello everyone, my name is Brock. I live in the Columbus, Ohio area. I've been here about a year and I'm growing tired of living in the city, as I'm a bit of an outdoors person. Not a ton of nature to be had here without a bit of a drive. I recently graduated from college with a criminal justice degree. I'm working nights at a hotel while I look for a law enforcement job and contemplate going back to the military (or maybe not with the cutbacks). I look forward to getting to know you all!
Co-DM Cayzle Monday February 6th, 2012 6:05:02 PM
OOC: Welcome Brock! Please, everybody, include a description of your character and a hello to Brock as he joins our game, and brings us to 8 daily players! Woot!
Giada Melinda (AC 17 Hps 10) Monday February 6th, 2012 7:39:03 PM
OOC Hi Brock, Im Melinda. I play the Paladin Giada. I joined the group a month or so ago. Im currently a student at U of M studying to be an elementary school teacher. I live on campus in Ann Arbor Michigan. Welcome aboard. The PBEM is a slow go, but should pick up soon. Glad to have you join us.
(Joel) Dilantar Krenwae'afein AC 15/13/12 - CMD 13 - HP 8/8() Monday February 6th, 2012 10:18:41 PM
Smiling a little at her remark, Dilantar stays quiet while Spire announces the groups purpose. Dilantar also adds at the end, "It certainly is a lot of vowels for those unaccustomed to my native tongue. If it helps, you may shorten it however you want." Turning to address the newcomer, Dilantar speaks, "Greetings Ser Derile, we happen to be looking for our friend Lansel, but we seem to have conflicting information that we hoped Miss Bess would be able to help us with." Dilantar looks hopeful of receiving assitance. Dilantar is a very dark skinned drow, who has silver eyes and short spiky hair that is also silver. He wears clothing in winter colors(dark blues, grays some black) has a backpack that is stuffed with many different things and seems to be festooned(love this word :) ) with vials of various different liquids and substances.
OOC: Hey Brock! I am Joel, affectionally called many different things(very laid back, don't generally care what I am called as long as I am aware you are addressing me) and I live with my beautiful, sickness prone wife here in Arlington Tx. I was also attempting to be the Assistant DM but I don't seem to be able to handle that, my wife, and my desk job, while still getting iin some time for martial arts and studying what feels like everything under the sun(going for a Master's in business and trying to get licence to practice acupuncture), so I will have to drop the ADM position.
(Josh) Alphonse AC 13/13/10 CMD 13 HP 6/6 Monday February 6th, 2012 11:13:58 PM
"A pleasure to meet you Goodie, my name is Alphonse," Alphonse cuts in, "recently my companions and I have been involved in a scuffle, and wish to track the whereabouts of the brutes that attacked us. You've got something of a reputation as a diviner back in town, so we thought we'd drop in and see what you could do for us."
From his leather valise, Alphonse pulls a bottle of fine wine.
"Take this as a gift, freely given," says Alphonse," and consider our request."
Alphonse is a slightly tanned youth with long red hair and a small, but bushy red beard. He smiles at the old woman as he hands her the wine, the sleeves of his green linen robes still caked with dried salt from the journey. A parrot sits on his shoulder, fidgeting occasionally and looking around.
(Walter) AC 17/17/14 -- CMD 19 HP 11/ 11 Rogar Stonefist Monday February 6th, 2012 11:33:29 PM
"Not to mention that anybody who lives this far out and alone has to be able to know a thing or two. I dont believe this is a kind forgiving land." Rogar comments.
Appearance: Rogar stands 4' 6" tall and a muscular stocky build as all dwarves tend to have. He wears sandals, loose brown pants, and a white sash around his waist. A long scarf starts at one wrist and coils up his arm. The scarf then criss crosses his chest several times before coiling down the other arm ending at the wrist. Rogar's head is bald and covered with the symbols of his order. His beard is trimmed into a neat gotee instead of the long traditional dwarven beard. Despite his unusual appearence his most unique feature is the stone grey coloring of his hands.
Co-DM Cayzle d20+6=13 d20+14=29 d20+10=17 Tuesday February 7th, 2012 8:58:50 AM
OOC to Spire: Sorry, your DM made a mistake last turn -- the witch's cauldron is definitely magical, too!
Speaking kindly, Spire explains that the group seeks to divine someone who is lost.
The witch's friend, Jozhur, greets you all and asks who you are looking for.
Dilantar says that the group seeks information about their friend, Lansel.
Alphonse introduces himself and asks the witch for information on the attackers, as well. He offers her a gift.
Rogar is impressed with the witch's ability to live out here in the wilds.
Bess laughs like a crow. "Oh, I get along," she tells the dwarf.
She accepts the wine and draws out a leather pouch, likely the cured stomach of some beast. She shakes it, and you hear a clacking. She asks each of you to reach in and draw out a token.
Within the bag are wooden disks, each twice as big as a copper, each carved with a glyph on each side. She asks you to stand in a circle, each with one hand in the center of the circle, palm up, with your token facing the sky.
Goodie Bess speaks, in a hollow voice, "The friend you seek ... I see a priest ... He is also a scribe. ... He loves books."
Her voice deepens, and she touches each wooden token with a scrawny wrinkled finger. "He is in danger ... He needs you ... You have an idea where he might be ... You must follow your intuition, wherever it leads ... You must be true to him, and go to his aid ... Those who attacked you are involved ... "
She spins around to stare at Jozhur. "You could use assistance! Take Jozhur with you, and your chances will improve!"
She pauses as if to rest, and she steps back. "Well, I hope that helps, dearies. Would you like some stew before you go? The eyes are just about done."
(Josh) Alphonse AC 13/13/10 CMD 13 HP 6/6 Tuesday February 7th, 2012 3:55:25 PM
"I'd be delighted to stay for a bit of stew, especially after the trek out here," replies Alphonse, "and well-met indeed Jozhur. Your aid comes at a time of great need. I am Alphonse the Conjurer."
Alphonse pulls two small tufts of hair from his robes.
"Goodie, if you would be so kind as to scry on these two locks of hair, we would be most indebted. One of these men is likely in the place we're looking to go, and I'd like to see if we can get a look inside the building before we enter."
[ooc: welcome, Brock! I'm Josh, a biology student from New Jersey. I play Alphonse Rakham, a young Wizard out to make a name for himself. In real life I aspire to be a plant pathologist. I work two jobs as a stage technician and a computer lab monitor to pay the bills. I look forward to adventuring in the Wold with you!]
Co-DM Cayzle Tuesday February 7th, 2012 5:54:26 PM
The witch sighs. "If it be more magicality that you are looking for, the price is not low. Do you have hundreds of gold pieces to spend?"
"And if you had your choice, would you scry on your friend directly, rather than on your enemies? Do you have any possession that your friend has touched or owned, or a lock of his own hair? Who among you was the closest friend to the missing fellow, and would he or she be willing to spill blood for a glimpse into the unseeable realms?"
Yel'kno (Jon) AC 17/14/13 CMD 16 HP 10/11 Tuesday February 7th, 2012 7:26:17 PM
"I do not know if we have 100 gold between us.. but would you take goods in trade? I cannot help but think that something you could put to use would be better payment to you out here than metal coins." Yel'kno says before reaching into his pouch to pull out his Ioun Torch (worth 75 GP bought) and tosses it in to the air to spin about his head, putting out a soft pale light.
"I'll offer you this stone in payment with whatever else my companions are willing to give. As you can see.. it helps you see in the dark, but keeps your hands free. If that's acceptable, I think we want to look on Lansel himself, if possible to see his current state and location in the building he's being held in"
Yel'kno is a tall, bean pole thin half-elf with dark, jet black skin. Not like the deep purple black of a drow, but the dark black of some humans. He has a bow over his shoulder, a sword and two knives tucked into his belt and is dressed in a suit of pale white leather armor with loose white clothing underneath.
OOC: Welcome aboard, Brock!
(Joel) Dilantar Krenwae'afein AC 15/13/12 - CMD 13 - HP 8/8() Tuesday February 7th, 2012 8:32:56 PM
Dilantar laments the fact he has very little in the way of monetary means, and stays silent.
Giada Melinda (AC 17 Hps 10) Tuesday February 7th, 2012 8:46:33 PM
I'll introduce myself to her and offer to cover the remaining 25 gps and remind her that she is helping save the life of another which should have a value to it higher than coin.
(Walter) AC 17/17/14 -- CMD 19 HP 11/ 11 Rogar Stonefist Tuesday February 7th, 2012 9:55:34 PM
"I don't believe Goodie has as much use for gold out here. I propose something else. In return for the additional scrying we shall return after we complete this task and perform a service for you. Surely there is something you need done more than extra gold in your purse." Rogar offers.
Mike R. Baird Windcatcher AC19/12/17 -CMD 13 - HP 10/10 Tuesday February 7th, 2012 10:27:59 PM
Baird continues to remain silent and simply watch as his friends work out the details.
(OOC: Welcome Brock. [Somewhat tall for a human with wide shoulders but not an overly muscular physique. Short cropped wavy blond hair with a strawberry blond goatee and light blue eyes. Lightly tanned skin with a slash scar visible on the outside of his left forearm. Often found wearing a plain white shirt with a cut on the left forearm that shows the scar.])
(Brock) Jozhur AC16/14/12--CMD 16--HP 9/9 Tuesday February 7th, 2012 11:40:56 PM
Jozhur fidgets with a dagger tucked into his belt, "I'd be more than happy to help retrieve your friend. Goodie did say that he is in danger, it'd be best to scurry to his aid as soon as you're done gathering information here."
Co-DM Cayzle Wednesday February 8th, 2012 9:04:22 AM
You offer some small amount of coins, and Rogar offers a service. The witch frowns. "You are adventurers, no? You have magic items? I would take a magic item from you as a part of the price. A service would be good too, but how can I know if you will return? Maybe you will die battling your enemies. Give me a magic item as a surety of your intent to return and perform a service, and if you do not, I will take the item as my payment."
She looks around at you. "But what of the other part of my price? Do you have any possession that your friend has touched or owned, or a lock of his own hair? Who among you was the closest friend to the missing fellow, and would he or she be willing to spill blood to part the veil and see into the unknown?"
Yel'kno (Jon) AC 17/14/13 CMD 16 HP 10/11 Wednesday February 8th, 2012 10:16:12 AM
Yel'kno reaches up to pull the magic stone down from its orbit around his head and holds it out towards the witch. "it is not the most powerful item, but it is magic just the same."
And he looks towards his companions for the other questions. He believed someone had a book on Lansel's and either Alphonse or Rogar was closest to the scribe
(Ian) Spirysn'rar Kilarn AC 14/14/10 - CMD 14 - HP 6/6 Wednesday February 8th, 2012 2:01:14 PM
Spire holds back a sigh, looking to Jozhur and saying, "Yes, yes, welcome to our gang. But we'll have to save pleasantries for later. If we hope to... enter the warehouse tonight, then we must hurry back to give Dilantar more time." He turns to Alphonse and says, "You were the closest to Lansel, Master Elfonce. Are you willing to spill blood for him?"
Spire stands at around average height for an elf, which is taller than most other races. He sports the usual pale skin and striking green eyes common in a lot of elves, but his hair is quite a few shades darker than his blonde brothers and sisters. It falls past his shoulders, rather unkempt, as is the general appearance of his elf. He carries a longbow in his left hand, which sports a tattoo of a striking viper on the back. The viper coils up his arm, ending around his elbow. He looks quite serious, and the lines in his face suggest he looks like that a lot.
[[OOC :: Hey Brock! I'm Ian, and I play the sarcastic wizard we all love to hate, Spire. But seriously, please don't hate him just because Charisma is his dump stat. I live up in Canada's national capitol, Ottawa. Right now I'm looking at college and a sweet new job. Look forward to adventuring with you and Jozhur!]]
(Joel) Dilantar Krenwae'afein AC 15/13/12 - CMD 13 - HP 8/8() Wednesday February 8th, 2012 7:56:06 PM
Dilantar, not having anything of Lansel's, prepares to make the journey back to town.
(Walter) AC 17/17/14 -- CMD 19 HP 11/ 11 Rogar Stonefist Wednesday February 8th, 2012 11:09:11 PM
"If I had known such an item was needed we could have asked Brother Engev. He may of had something. Yel'kno you may as well hold onto your stone. It seems we dont have anything of Lansels to use."
(Brock) Jozhur AC16/14/12--CMD 16--HP 9/9 Thursday February 9th, 2012 12:09:08 AM
Jozhur starts checking his gear and gathering his belongings for the trip to town.
(Josh) Alphonse AC 13/13/10 CMD 13 HP 6/6 Thursday February 9th, 2012 12:28:30 PM
Without a word Alphonse reaches into his cloak and produces an cruel-looking iron dagger [create gear].
"How much blood do you need?" he asks, rolling up the sleeves of his robe.
55 gp - donated to Br. Engev Yel'kno - dagger, amulet (value roughly 1,000 gp) Dilantar - mw falchion, dagger (value roughly 325 gp) Baird - broken masterwork falchion (value roughly 220 gp) Spire - amulet (value roughly 1,000 gp) Rogar - nothing Giada - nothing Alphonse - nothing Jozhur - had not joined the party yet
Unclaimed / To be sold and divided: Two potions: CLW, Heroism (value roughly 425 gp) One masterwork falchion (value roughly 320 gp) One amulet (value roughly 1,000 gp) One regular dagger (value roughly 2 gp)
OOC 2: Sorry, your DM's hideous computer woes put him way behind in posting this week.
Goodie Bess doles out cups of stew in wooden mugs. As the party has a quick lunch, the question of how to pay remains.
Rogar has offered a service on behalf of the party, although the witch seems uncertain you will return.
Yel'kno has offered a glowing magical torch, of small value.
Dilantar has nothing to offer, it seems.
Giada offers an even smaller value, 25 gold pieces, but the witch smiles, as if suspecting the paladin has little more.
Spire urges haste, Jozhur dashes to grab his things, and the spotlight turns to Alphonse.
The witch scowls. "A priest in a temple would charge you hundreds of gold coins, and toss you out if you failed to pay." Those of you who were recently tossed out of the Temple of Wardd can sense the truth of her words.
But then her face breaks in a toothy grin. "But you are lucky that my temple is only a mangrove swamp, and not as expensive to keep up as a fancy house of cards and dice!"
"I will take your coins and your magic torch and your promise of a favor, and cast your spell, because I like your faces!"
She grins at Alphonse, who is already rolling up his sleeve. She draws a glass dagger and grabs his hand with her rheumy claw. "That iron is unclean," she says. She pulls him over to the cauldron, and starts casting a spell. Those of you with sufficient Spellcraft note that it is Divination, and when the spell calls for divine tokens, prayer beads, or dice, the witch cuts Alphonse with the glass dagger instead and drips the blood into the cauldron. Alphonse: you lose 1 hp.
She peers into the cauldron. The contents change into clear still water. Peering into the water you see the interior of a warehouse. Inside, a man is sitting in a chair, tied up. It is Lansel. His guards are drinking and playing cards. Two of them fall over and go to sleep. The point of view pulls back, out of the building, and you see that the sky is blood red at sunset. Actually, it is just the blood in the cauldron you see.
The magic-savvy among you know that this is not how divination spells are supposed to work.
"You have given me wine and blood," she says to Alphonse. "I like you. Try to be the one who survives and returns to tell me the tale."
"Now get there by sunset and it may still work out fine!"
Giada Melinda (AC 17 Hps 10) Friday February 10th, 2012 7:06:17 PM
Lets get going. This is exactly what we hoped for. He's alive.
ooc: If no one is making claim for the amulet (1,000gps) and a Clear Light Wounds potion. Id be happy to have them. The amulet will be cashed out and used for all to share.
Mike R. Baird Windcatcher AC19/12/17 -CMD 13 - HP 10/10 Friday February 10th, 2012 9:04:56 PM
Baird pulls the broken falchion out of his pack and after a few seconds of contemplation casts a spell to repair the sword. "Tell me, would this take care of our debt?"
(Cast mending on broken MW Falchion)
(Brock) Jozhur AC16/14/12--CMD 16--HP 9/9 Saturday February 11th, 2012 1:40:13 AM
Jozhur tosses on his backpack after staring into the cauldron.
"Hope they savored that ale, it's going to be their last."
(Ian) Spirysn'rar Kilarn AC 14/14/10 - CMD 14 - HP 6/6 Saturday February 11th, 2012 2:14:12 AM
Spire looks distraught, looking between Alphonse, Goodie, and the cauldron, speechless for a moment. When he finally regains his composure, he finally speaks up, saying rather loudly, [b]"What... what was that? I've never seen... Never in all my years have I seen a spell cast like that!"
(Josh) Alphonse AC 13/13/10 CMD 13 HP 5/6 d20+10=15 ; Saturday February 11th, 2012 10:29:01 AM
[dc 15 spellcraft to understand the spell]
"There are many paths to magic Spire," says Alphonse, rolling up his sleeves with a smile, "Not all of them can be found in books."
Alphonse walks over to his valise, crusted with salt from the walk there and picks it up.
"Baird, our debt is covered, you needn't barter further."
From his robes he pulls his pipe, lighting it with a spark of blue magic.
"It was a pleasure meeting you Goodie," he says, turning to the old crone, "I shall have to come back for a cup of that stew sometime."
(Joel) Dilantar Krenwae'afein AC 15/13/12 - CMD 13 - HP 8/8() Saturday February 11th, 2012 12:38:29 PM
Shuddering slightly in the aftermath of the spell, Dilantar thinks to himself, goodness, haven't felt something like that since my family was alive. Finishing his stew, Dilantar addreses the group, Well, we should probably hurry back and prepare for a fight to save Lansel. Seeing as he is tied up and not looking very happy, my protests to spilling as little blood as possible are gone. I think we should go in and blitzkrieg the cultists. Dilantar is ready to move when the rest of the group is.
Yel'kno (Jon) AC 17/14/13 CMD 16 HP 10/11 Saturday February 11th, 2012 2:57:07 PM
Yel'kno downs the stew and makes no effort what so ever to determine what it is that's floating in it.
He watches the divination with interest and then looks to the others. "So he's alive... we should hurry back and strike before night fall."
Co-DM Cayzle Monday February 13th, 2012 1:08:11 PM
Baird offers a further way to compensate the witch. Indeed, his repaired weapon would cancel out the party's need to return for a service. The witch accepts and cackles. "You would rather part with this fine blade than have to come back and talk with Old Bess?" She finds this hilarious. .
Spire is dumbfounded by the witch's blood magic. Alphonse is much less surprised, it seems. He tells the witch that he will come back anyway.
Yel'kno finishes his cup and calls for the group to head back to Bonetown.
Giada has a goal and is eager to be off.
Jozhur too is ready to depart
Dilantar feels his blood get hot, and he is eager to assault the warehouse.
It takes much of the afternoon, but the tide is lower, and you have no real problems. Come an hour before sunset, you are at Bonetown
OOC: Okay, whatcha gonna do?
(Walter) AC 17/17/14 -- CMD 19 HP 11/ 11 Rogar Stonefist Monday February 13th, 2012 2:48:33 PM
Rogar wasnt looking forward to the long trek back but he would manage just fine. It may not be the underground tunnels of his youth that stretched for miles upon miles but the result is the same. "Let's make haste."
(Josh) Alphonse AC 13/13/10 CMD 13 HP 5/6 Tuesday February 14th, 2012 12:18:14 AM
"I'm in favor of a stealthy approach," says Alphonse as they reach Bonetown, "I have an Illusion prepared that we could use to draw the guards into an alleyway to dispose of quietly."
"Crackerjack," he says, turning to the parrot dozing on his shoulder, "fly over the warehouse and see how many guards there are."
(Brock) Jozhur AC16/14/12--CMD 16--HP 9/9 https://docs.google.com/document/d/1Epv7CETfDr3PAF-wdEYuGj63NjEZNwmU18PH1GEJvlE/edit Tuesday February 14th, 2012 1:55:22 AM
"Quite a journey that was back to town, surprised you all ventured out to see Goodie."
"As for these captors, stealth is fine by me, if there's a dark corner I can slip into in said alleyway, I'll put a dagger in one of their backs."
OOC: Trying the character sheet link, see if this works.
(Brock) Jozhur AC16/14/12--CMD 16--HP 9/9 https://docs.google.com/document/d/1Epv7CETfDr3PAF-wdEYuGj63NjEZNwmU18PH1GEJvlE/edit Tuesday February 14th, 2012 2:27:53 AM
OOC: Guess not, can someone please tell me how to make that a hotlink and change the text. Thought there'd be an option if I right clicked on it. For now, that can just be copy+paste works for that url.
Yel'kno (Jon) AC 17/14/13 CMD 16 HP 10/11 Tuesday February 14th, 2012 7:58:51 AM
"We can try for stealth, but I'm thinking we'd be better serve going with the disguise and blind plan we had earlier.. and if all else fails, make ourselves a door. But whatever we do, we need to be quick about it. If our captured islander was telling the truth if we wait another hour we'll have twice as many guards to worry about" Yel'kno says after making the trek back to Bonetown.
(Ian) Spirysn'rar Kilarn AC 14/14/10 - CMD 14 - HP 6/6 Tuesday February 14th, 2012 11:45:39 AM
OOC :: Like this, Brock. [link href="INSERT LINK HERE"]
(Ian) Spirysn'rar Kilarn AC 14/14/10 - CMD 14 - HP 6/6 Tuesday February 14th, 2012 11:48:06 AM "Let's do this quickly then. Dilantar," Spire turns to the Drow. "How long will it take you to rig up that explosive? I'll help in any way I can to speed things along. If we're going the disguise route, we'll need that potion of yours to disguise ourselves. Alphonse and I can create a distraction with our magic if necessary."
(Joel) Dilantar Krenwae'afein AC 15/13/12 - CMD 13 - HP 8/8() Tuesday February 14th, 2012 12:23:36 PM
[b] rigging the bombs wont take more than a minute, are we going that route? I am up for either but we should decide quickly."
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