DM Kathy Monday February 16th, 2015 10:31:30 PM Toston examines the mummy hand for any kind of coded message, but there doesn't seem to be anything. Just a gross. nasty, withered hand. He asks Boggs about a contract.
Boggs nods sagely. "Of course, sir," he says aloud, tapping the side of his nose with a forefinger. "Discretion is a watchword! No paperwork of any kind; that I promise."
That would seem to be that. You leave the Scrum, headed for the shop in Dockside. You get turned around momentarily, but find the place without too much trouble. It's a very small shop with a dingy front window and a sign reading "Captain Dak's Charms and Sundries." You step inside.
Sailors are a superstitious lot, and this store seems to cater to those superstitions. You see several "lucky" rabbit's feet, sachets of pennyroyal and coriander, hazel twigs, and more. A small rack displays medalions with prayers inscribed to Alemi and Domi and Wardd. And on the counter is a jar marked "powdered silver."
Ashley Steward [AC: 17, Touch: 10, Flat: 17, HP 13/13] d20+1=14 ; d20+5=16 ; Monday February 16th, 2015 11:33:10 PM
Ashley had essentially ignored the mummy hand, figuring it for less than what it was. More than likely, it was simply a corpse hand that had been wrapped in linens and desiccated over time with salt. Regardless, he moved along with the group to Dockside. Of all of the parts of Dirt City, Ashley spent a lot of his here. when they entered the shop, the smuggler kept his eyes open fro trouble, and got his mind to working on recalling any superstitions he had heard sailing that involved silver.
[Perception: 14] [Profession: Sailor: 16]
Var HP:11/12 AC: 16(T:13/FF:13) CMD:17 d20+8=10 ; Tuesday February 17th, 2015 12:07:14 AM
Var takes one last, longing look at the mummy hand, and then follows the group out of the scrum. Along the way, he watches the city and its people. In the wild, a good hard rain would wash away debris and leave the world cleaner; Dirt City, however, seemed somehow dirtier after the morning's storm.
Stepping into the store, Var chooses an isle at random and attempts to get a good line of sight on the party, in case of trouble, (Perception 10) but quickly becomes interested in all the various curios and baubles on the shelves.
Roy HP:6/11 AC:18 T:14 FF:14 d20+8=24 ; Tuesday February 17th, 2015 6:45:57 PM
Roy tells the other companions he will wait outside the shop to keep an eye and an ear out for any more zombies or skeletons. while they are looking for the powdered silver Roy does what he said and keeps an eye out for anything suspicious (perception: 24)
Toston Lotor(Hugh Crosmun) [HP:5/9; AC:22; Touch: 18; FF:18; CMD:16] (active effects: mage armor - 1 hour) - CMTC d20+9=16 ; d20+9=26 ; d20+2=22 ; Tuesday February 17th, 2015 7:21:14 PM
Toston enters the shop and glances at the curios. Though Toston had spent a good deal of time dockside and had walked by Captain Dak's on several occasions this was his first time setting foot in the shop. He looks for a proprietor or clerk and for potential threats then searches his memory for nautical superstitions involving silver and what a fair price for a measure would be.
Indicating the charm rack, Toston says, "The priest was right about nobody appreciating Ffloy, despite the fact that Sail Days are considered holy by Ffloy I don't see one of these prayer medallions dedicated to Him. However, I do see many for Domi and Alemi."
Avin Fellows HP:5/12 AC:13 Flat:10 d20+1=18 ; Tuesday February 17th, 2015 8:55:23 PM
Avin trails Toston's lead into the shop, having fallen behind the gnome shortly after remembering he did not know the way. As he looks about for the silver (perception 18) he fingers the scabbing wounds left by the undead. Grumbling to himself, he forces his hand back to his side.
Talanthrel (Paul) [HP 11/11; AC 16; Touch 13; Flat 13; Cmd16] d20+4=5 ; Tuesday February 17th, 2015 10:15:40 PM
Talanthrel follows the others to the shop and joins Roy in standing watch outside. He chooses an unobtrusive spot across the way to stand, not wanting to draw attention to the shop by having two guards right outside the door. Humming to himself he keeps a watch over the area. (Perception 1D20+4=5)
DM Kathy Tuesday February 17th, 2015 10:27:12 PM
Okay, first of all, before I forget again, let's have some XP! For Scene 3 (talking with Brother Elthorn), everybody except Justin/Roy gets 200 XP (Justin hadn't joined the game yet at that point). For Scene 4 (the undead fight), everybody including Justin/Roy gets 700 XP.
With varying degrees of reluctance, you leave the fascinating mummy hand behind and turn your attention to procuring the powdered silver. Roy and Talanthrel take up positions outside the shop, keeping an eye out for trouble. The rest of the group goes in.
Ashley and Toston think about sailor superstitions. You both know that powered silver is commonly used in low-level divine rituals and spells. It is a component in holy water, for example, and it seems to be a component for this consecration ritual. For that reason, powdered silver is popular among sailors who prefer to make their own good-luck charms. It is doubtful that powdered silver, in the hands of a non-cleric, will do anything but cost money and make a mess, but some sailors swear by the stuff. It isn't at all unusual to find it in a place like this.
The man behind the counter is a middle-aged human with a weathered face and gnarled hands. He might be a retired sailor, but it's hard to say for sure. An unlit pipe is clamped between his teeth. "A'ternoon," he says around the pipe-stem.
Avin Fellows HP:5/12 AC:13 Flat:10 Tuesday February 17th, 2015 11:29:33 PM
Avin stares at the gruff sailor for a moment but turns back to browsing for anything of note in the store, including the needed silver. He mumbles a quiet greeting over his shoulder while he continues his task.
Ashley Steward [AC: 17, Touch: 10, Flat: 17, HP 13/13] Tuesday February 17th, 2015 11:42:55 PM
Ashley doesn't peruse the wares, much, thought a few baubles here and there catch his eye. Instead, the tall man approaches the shop keep, nodding slightly in greeting as well.
"Afternoon. What's the going price on your silver here?"
The smuggler lazily gestures towards the powdered silver supply in the store, before looking back to the salty man and meeting his gaze. There was no point in dancing around the subject when it came to one salted sea dog to another. Just business.
Var HP:11/12 AC: 16(T:13/FF:13) CMD:17 d20+8=18 ; d20+3=10 ; Wednesday February 18th, 2015 5:47:03 PM
Looking through the curios and various reagents, Var looks for something he can carry with him to remind him of the wilderness during his stay in this loud, dirty city. (perception 18; nature 10) He looks for something that might have special significance, like holly or mistletoe, or any other sacred plant that Var can remember.
Toston Lotor(Hugh Crosmun) [HP:5/9; AC:22; Touch: 18; FF:18; CMD:16] (active effects: mage armor - 1 hour) - CMTC d20+7=15 ; Wednesday February 18th, 2015 7:06:25 PM
To the shop keep Toston says, "Captain Dak, I presume. As my companion states we are in the market for powdered silver. We also could potentially use healing potions if you got 'em."
He pays careful attention to Captain Dak's answer and tries to figure out if the quoted price is fair or if they are being gauged and if so by how much.
(Preemptive Sense Motive: 15)
Talanthrel (Paul) [HP 11/11; AC 16; Touch 13; Flat 13; Cmd16] d20+4=17 ; Wednesday February 18th, 2015 9:19:30 PM
Talanthrel continues to hum while standing watch. (Perception 1D20+4=17)
Roy HP:6/11 AC:18 T:14 FF:14 d20+8=19 ; Wednesday February 18th, 2015 9:47:16 PM
Roy trying not to draw suspision walks to diffrent spots staying in sight on talanthrel, all the while keeping a lookout . (perception : 19)
(OOC So I get 700 xp from that fight what did I start out with 0 ?)
DM Kathy Wednesday February 18th, 2015 11:00:09 PM Ashely returns the shopkeeper's greeeting, and asks about powdered silver. He takes the pipe out of his mouth to reply. "Five gold the measure," he says. "And quality stuff it is, too."
Toston asks whether the man is Captain Dak. "Aye," he replies. "That I am."
Sense Motive DC 12 Highlight to display spoiler: {No he isn't. However, he doesn't seem to be trying to cheat you.}
"Healing potions? Naw, we don't carry 'em. You might try the Full Moon Market, or the Temple of Wardd."
Those standing watch outside see nothing suspicious. [OOC: Yes, Justin, you started at 0. This puts you a bit behind the rest of the group, but not by much. By the time you're 10th level, you won't even notice. :) ]
Var HP:11/12 AC: 16(T:13/FF:13) CMD:17 d20+4=12 ; Thursday February 19th, 2015 10:34:26 AM
Listening in to the conversation (Sense Motive: 12) Var raises an eyebrow at the 'Captain', but says nothing about it. Sidling up to Ashley Var says to the large man "I've got enough coin for a measure, if we wanted to buy extra."
Toston Lotor(Hugh Crosmun) [HP:5/9; AC:22; Touch: 18; FF:18; CMD:16] (active effects: mage armor - 1 hour) - CMTC Thursday February 19th, 2015 7:19:17 PM
"I think we should get more than a single measure and I do also have 5 gold for the cause. I mean who knows how long it will last, considering our friend forgot not only the upkeep of the yard but all the ingredients for his recipe, it probably wouldn't hurt." Toston agrees
Toston keeps his mouth closed concerning the clerk's identity deception, it doesn't seem to be hurting anyone and this being Dirt City maybe the man has a good reason for assuming an assumed identity.
Broom (HP 12/12, AC17/T17/FF14) d20+4=5 ; Thursday February 19th, 2015 9:28:01 PM
Spending too much time between his books, Broom took the shopkeeper at his words.
--------------------------------- Sense Motive: 5
Ashley Steward [AC: 17, Touch: 10, Flat: 17, HP 13/13] d20+1=3 ; Thursday February 19th, 2015 9:45:25 PM
Ashley attempts to discern whether or not the shopkeeper is being honest with them, or trying to make a few more coins than he is entitled to with their custom. [Sense Motive: 3]
However, sensing that the Captain doesn't have an obvious reason to deceive the group, the tall fighter nods his agreement. As he speaks, he fishes out 5 gold coins from his coin purse, before placing them on the counter.
"Aye, we'll take a few measures then. Pay up, lads."
Var HP:11/12 AC: 16(T:13/FF:13) CMD:17 Thursday February 19th, 2015 9:51:03 PM
Var follows Ashley's lead and places five more gold pieces on the counter.
DM Kathy Thursday February 19th, 2015 11:14:17 PM
The shopkeeper looks down at the coins. "That's three, then?" he says. Without waiting for a reply, he opens the jar and takes up a wooden scoop. He carefully measures three scoops into a small canvas bag and ties it tightly with a bit of twine. He sweeps the gold off the counter and sets the bag on it. "Will that be all, gents?" he asks.
[Some questions were asked yesterday that I didn't answer. Bad DM!]
Var is looking for something with a tie to nature. He finds several herbs and twigs, although no holly or mistletoe. He does find a few yew twigs, and of course there are the hazel twigs you spotted on your way in.
Wilford is looking for daggers. He spies one, mounted on the wall behind the shopkeeper. It gleams with a silver light. A small tag on the mounting reads: "Silver dagger, 22 gold."
Avin Fellows HP:5/12 AC:13 Flat:10 Thursday February 19th, 2015 11:56:27 PM
Avin watches the measure of the powder intently. Inwardly he calculates the length of time the supply should last the graveyard and counters it against the possibility that the 'very important' priest might try and swindle it for booze. He grumbles at the ringing slap of coins at the thought. More interested by the prospect of healing and accomplishing the task at hand, he ignores the various baubles about the shop. Too many nights spent in the streets had swiftly rid him of the desire to see what coin he had drift away.
Var HP:11/12 AC: 16(T:13/FF:13) CMD:17 Friday February 20th, 2015 9:04:53 AM
"How much for a small bundle of yew and hazel?" Var asks the Captain while he prepares the powdered silver.
Var HP:11/12 AC: 16(T:13/FF:13) CMD:17 Friday February 20th, 2015 10:28:20 AM
[ooc: Hey I just realized that I was adding my Dex modifier to ranged damage, which is not the way it works in Pathfinder, I've updated my character sheet to reflect that.]
Roy HP:6/11 AC:18 T:14 FF:14 Friday February 20th, 2015 6:01:57 PM
Roy continues walking around pondering his current situation. This is the biggest lead he has had in a while and hopes it pays off in the long run.
Roy HP:6/11 AC:18 T:14 FF:14 Friday February 20th, 2015 6:04:02 PM
(OOC: sorry for the no post thursday I had a REALLY bad day at work. We got bogged down with about 5 inches of snow in eastern TN )
Toston Lotor(Hugh Crosmun) [HP:5/9; AC:22; Touch: 18; FF:18; CMD:16] (active effects: mage armor - 1 hour) - CMTC d20+11=15 ; d20+9=26 ; Friday February 20th, 2015 6:21:10 PM
Toston starts to become bored in the shop so he wanders outside. He tries to find an unobtrusive spot away from the other sentries in the party to stand guard.
(Stealth: 15) (Perception: 26)
Talanthrel (Paul) [HP 11/11; AC 16; Touch 13; Flat 13; Cmd16] d20+4=8 ; Friday February 20th, 2015 8:24:28 PM
Talanthrel continues to hum to himself as he watchs Roy pace around, He does not notice Toston leave the shop. (Perception 1D20+4=8)
Ashley Steward [AC: 17, Touch: 10, Flat: 17, HP 13/13] Friday February 20th, 2015 9:52:21 PM
Ashley watched as his coin was swept off of the counter, and watched as the measures of powdered silver were placed into the bag. It was almost as if his coin had turned to dust. A very shiny, metallic dust. Regardless, he knows that it is what they need. Taking the pouch from the man across the counter, the fighter makes his way out of the shop, his interest in the various trinkets waning.
Broom (HP 12/12, AC17/T17/FF14) Saturday February 21st, 2015 10:22:07 AM
Broom frowns as his companions changes good gold for silver. Tall folks are strange.
Wilford Grimly (HP:10/10; AC: 14; Touch: 12; Flat: 12; CMD: 13) d20+7=8 ; d20+7=21 ; Saturday February 21st, 2015 11:37:24 PM
Wil notices the silver Dagger and counts out his gold pieces. He notices he only has 17 gp left and a couple silver. "Hello, friend," he says. "Would you be willing to part with that silver dagger for 15 gold pieces?" (Diplomacy: 8) "Or.. I would be willing to trade a dagger or even this." Wil pulls from his bag an Clown Face. The mask had a large red nose and paint around the eyes. It's hair was bright orange. "May I trade this for the dagger?" (Diplomacy: 21) (OOC: Can I roll twice for two different things?)
DM Kathy Sunday February 22nd, 2015 9:57:40 PM Avin and Ashley watch the shopkeeper measure out the silver. He seems to be measuring honestly for whatever that's worth.
Var asks about yew and hazel. You can buy a decent-sized bundle of them for a gold piece, if you like.
Wilford notices the dagger, and tries to bargain for it. The shopkeeper shakes his head. "Sorry, sir," he says. "I'll need the full price, or I'd be taking a loss."
[In the interest of moving things along, I'm going to move things along.]
You exit the shop and rejoin your companions outside. Powdered silver in hand, you begin making your way back to the cemetery.
It's past noon by now. The rain has stopped, although the wind continues. And you haven't eaten since breakfast, a fact you are reminded of every time you pass a public house and smell food cooking.
Proceed to the cemetery or stop for lunch?
Var HP:11/12 AC: 16(T:13/FF:13) CMD:17 Monday February 23rd, 2015 1:43:38 PM
Var leaves his final gold piece on the counter, grabs a bundle and nods to the Captain. Hurrying his steps he catches up to the rest of the group. "All right, lets get this to the priest and maybe we can take a rest while he does his ritual."
Looking first to Avin, and then Roy he continues "I'm assuming that once the priest re-consecrates the graveyard, we'll still have to hunt down the remaining undead?"
Roy HP:6/11 AC:18 T:14 FF:14 Monday February 23rd, 2015 3:23:45 PM
Roy agrees with Var. "We can eat a snack while we wait for the ritual. It isn't the best but I got some trail ration in my pack that can hold a few of us over, I don't mind sharing" (I have 5)
Wilford Grimly (HP:10/10; AC: 14; Touch: 12; Flat: 12; CMD: 13) Monday February 23rd, 2015 3:24:14 PM
"I would recommend we stop to eat," Wil replies. "There is no telling what other monsters will approach us on the way and we really need our strength." Wil puts his gold back into his bag. The clown mask slides back in afterward. It's really an odd thing to have, he thinks. "I guess I need to watch what I do when I'm drunk." He says to no one and laughs to himself.
Toston Lotor(Hugh Crosmun) [HP:5/9; AC:22; Touch: 18; FF:18; CMD:16] (active effects: mage armor - 1 hour) - CMTC Monday February 23rd, 2015 8:21:27 PM
"I also have trail rations." Toston chimes in, "though as a gnome I eat less than the rest of you tall folk so I don't know if you would need to eat 2 rations to my one. I have 4 small rations. Also if we head to Elthorn maybe he can heal some of our wounds? Some of us are still injured from that last battle. I would rather go to the cemetery than the pub."
DM Kathy Monday February 23rd, 2015 10:08:33 PM
You discuss your options. Wilford would like to stop for a meal, but the rest of you are more interested in getting back to the cemetery, so you head directly there.
Little has changed since you left. The remains of the zombies you fought are still on the ground, the graves are still disturbed, and Brother Elthorn is still not entirely sober. And he doesn't seem to be in a very good mood.
Gilmek [who I'm trying to remember to find a way out for] greets you as you return. "I hid his wine," he says, nodding in Brother Elthorn's direction. "He's not happy about it."
Indeed, the cleric of Ffloy scowls at you and demands, "Well? Did you get it? Good. Let's get this over with."
Talanthrel (Paul) [HP 11/11; AC 16; Touch 13; Flat 13; Cmd16] d20+4=15 ; Monday February 23rd, 2015 10:21:39 PM
Talanthrel resists the urge to smirk at the hung over cleric and moves to a position where he and can watch the ritual and the graveyard at the same time. Once he gets into position he pulls out some trail rations to gnaw on while watching. (Perception 1D20+4=15)
Var HP:11/12 AC: 16(T:13/FF:13) CMD:17 Monday February 23rd, 2015 10:23:42 PM
"Brother, some of us are hurt, we found more of the undead on our way to get the silver." Var says to Elthorn "...and we need a moment to rest." Var drops his pack onto a pew, and retrieves a ration and his notebook. Sitting down without a second look at the priest, Var begins making notes in between bites of his food.
"Walking Skeletons - arrows'll go right thru, blades catch on the ribs. Best if use blunt weaponry. Probably harder to burn?" "Tough Zombies - not sure what to call'em. Like zombies, but tougher. more meat on their bones." Var struggles with the word 'paralytic' for a few moments before continuing. "Touch will freeze you up, dono if magic or poison, but will put you on the ground real quick. Very Dangerous."
Closing his book and taking a swig from his waterskin, Var sits and waits for the others to finish.
Avin Fellows HP:5/12 AC:13 Flat:10 Tuesday February 24th, 2015 2:39:29 AM
Avin grumbles as he shuffles past the recently redeceased. His fingers twitch at the sight of the sight of the inebriated priest. Now returned to some semblance of privacy, the wizard stows away the magical lanter within his pack so that its unnatural light might draw less attention to the group. Apprehensive, he brushes the small case holding his hiring bonus from Boggs. The wizard feels certain it will be used before the day is out. Especially after the disappointing lack of healing to be found.
Broom (HP 12/12, AC17/T17/FF14) Tuesday February 24th, 2015 3:51:48 AM
Broom kept his peace as usual. Talking is such a chore, he rather others take the burden.
Wilford Grimly (HP:10/10; AC: 14; Touch: 12; Flat: 12; CMD: 13) Tuesday February 24th, 2015 12:07:19 PM
Wil walks into the Brother Elthorn's church. He would complain about his hunger but the noise in his head had increased two-fold. It was like sitting in a busy scrum in his head. Unlike before Wil decided to keep the amulet around his neck. He really wanted to control the voices but at this point it seemed impossible. He watched as the rest of the group talked to the drunkard. Wil found a chair and tried to focus on a single voice. Every time he tried to hone into a single voice he would get distracted by an inaudible whisper. An annoying stretched out word. Wil tried to ignore the whisper because it's annoying but eventually it wore him down. Wil then listened as the voice whispered until finally it became clear. "I hate you!" the voice shouted causing Wil to jump wildly. Wil quickly removed the amulet and sat quiet.
Roy HP:6/11 AC:18 T:14 FF:14 Tuesday February 24th, 2015 12:10:51 PM
Roy walks in with the group and notices the priest still a little intoxicated and thinks to himself this is going to be interesting. Roy also stand where he can watch the graveyard. He eats one of his trail rations and says to the group, "anyone want some? I got about 4 more servings"
Toston Lotor(Hugh Crosmun) [HP:5/9; AC:22; Touch: 18; FF:18; CMD:16] (active effects: mage armor - 1 hour) - CMTC d20+1=3 ; d20+11=24 ; d20+9=23 ; Tuesday February 24th, 2015 6:48:39 PM
Toston takes out one of his gnome-size rations and says to Roy, "No thanks I got my own and yours is more food than I need."
He says to Elthorn, "Remember our plan, good brother, cast the ritual and we will let it be known that it was you that put a stop to the undead menace, not us. This description of the events that transpire suits your purpose and our own. In the spirit of our shared endeavor, would you mind healing some of us again? As my half-orc friend stated some of us were hurt destroying some more of the abominations. Coincidentally do you know anything about undead that can paralyze with a touch? They kind of look like zombies but aren't."
(OOC: one of the worst diplomacy rolls I could have had...lol) (Untrained Diplomacy: 3)
After getting a response from Elthorn, Toston looks for an out of the way place that allows him to observe what the priest is doing and the approach to the cemetery. He then stealthily stands watch and nibbles a ration (Stealth:24, Perception: 23)
DM Kathy d6=6 ; Tuesday February 24th, 2015 10:31:24 PM
Brother Elthorn grumbles as he prepares for the ritual. "Might let a fellow have a drink," he mutters as he sorts out his herbs and oils.
Var asks about healing. "Again?" he says. "Oh, very well. You have to help me with this, though."
So, you assist with the ritual. Mostly this involves standing in a specific spot and sprinkling silver or burning incense or reading a prayer when Brother Elthorn cues you. It's actually kind of interesting, although it would be pleasanter in better weather. It takes several hours to complete, and the skies are noticably darker by the time you're finished.
When the ritual is concluded, a warm, sweet-smelling breeze seems to waft across the grounds, soon replaced by the biting wind and the smell of the Lotophagi.
Brother Elthorn peers into his book. "I guess that's it," he says. "Gather round." He says a brief prayer, and everyone is healed 6.
Brother Elthorn leads the way back into the chapel and demands his wine, which Gilmek produces for him. "You gotta get the nasty one," he says, pouring himself a generous goblet-full. "It's smarter. Only comes out at night. It's got a little gang; does a lot of damage." He takes a big drink. "You might could find it's daytime lair, but you're running out of daylight."
[OOC: You can try to find 'the nasty one' now, or you can rest and try to find it tomorrow. Your choice.]
Talanthrel (Paul) [HP 11/11; AC 16; Touch 13; Flat 13; Cmd16] Tuesday February 24th, 2015 10:37:54 PM
Talanthrel perks up "Do you know where this "nasty one' lairs?'
Var HP:12/12 AC: 16(T:13/FF:13) CMD:17 Tuesday February 24th, 2015 10:42:57 PM
"I'm willing to go searching, but I doubt anyone else feels the same as I do about night hunting..." Var checks with his comrades for confirmation, "Resting might be the better option, start out with whole day of sunlight to go searching. But then again... we could try to have this problem wrapped up by sunrise."
Ashley Steward [AC: 17, Touch: 10, Flat: 17, HP 13/13] Tuesday February 24th, 2015 11:11:41 PM
[Sorry for missing yesterday, folks. School hit me pretty hard this weekend, so I'm trying to get homework caught up.]
Ashley assist with the ritual with little to no comment, though he perks up at the thought of hunting this nasty undead. First, however, he needed to eat, badly. His stomach rumbled as he looked down at himself, grimacing.
"I don't mind a night hunt, but I haven't eaten yet. I'm low on supplies. I just got back into port a few days ago. I'll make sure to stock up next chance we get, but for now, I could use a bite to eat."
Avin Fellows HP:11/12 AC:13 Flat:10 Wednesday February 25th, 2015 8:06:24 AM
Avin once more pulls out the enchanted lantern ready to make his own argument concerning the night hunt when his own stomach growled in response to Ashley's. His facial scars fade slightly amidst a flush of embarassment tinting his cheeks. Living in the city, he himself had little enough reason to carry food about when it was usually readily available for a few coins. Reconsidering the timing of his argument, Avin ducks his head and rumbles his agreement with the larger man.
Broom (HP 12/12, AC17/T17/FF14) Wednesday February 25th, 2015 9:59:20 AM
"more victims tonight?", Broom ventures carefully.
Var HP:12/12 AC: 16(T:13/FF:13) CMD:17 Wednesday February 25th, 2015 12:21:08 PM
Var looks down at Broom "Probably. Maybe even more-so now that they can't pull bodies from this graveyard anymore."
Toston Lotor(Hugh Crosmun) [HP:9/9; AC:18; Touch: 14; FF:14; CMD:16] - CMTC d20+7=9 ; d20+1=16 ; Wednesday February 25th, 2015 6:53:48 PM
Toston takes his 3 remaining gnome-sized rations out of his pack and offers them to Ashley, Avin and Wil "I am sorry I do not have fare relative to your size but the remaining meager rations I have you are welcome to."
Toston is dubious of Elthorn's first mention of 'The Nasty One' and tries to figure out if there is something further he isn't sharing with the party (Sense Motive: 9)
He then says, "I am no stranger to night work, though I would rather fight these undead at a time more advantageous to our company, Var and Broom are right. It would be remiss of us to not take the fight to them, especially when more people would be put at risk by our inaction. Also with the good Brother's healing I believe most of us are at full strength or close enough to it. However, none of us have the capacity to heal on our own and we drank the last of the potions, so should we make a side trip to convert the jewelry we found to coinage and the coinage to potions and then seek out the nasty one and his cohorts? Alternatively perhaps Elthorn would like to accompany us on this errand?" (Untrained Diplomacy:16) With the mention of Elthorn, Toston turns his attention to the cleric and makes an imploring gesture.
To Var he says, "Do you think you can follow the trail?"
Roy HP:6/11 AC:18 T:14 FF:14 Wednesday February 25th, 2015 8:14:31 PM
"As much as I would love to be rid of these undead and the "Nasty one" I am out of potions. But I do have an idea if anyone would care to listen. We can set a watch for which direction this thing comes from and backtrack its footsteps. I am rather good at tracking." As he is telling them his idea he hands ashley and avin a few of his rations. " or another idea is to set them up in an ambush when they come calling tonight. Priest what hour of the night they usually come?"
Roy HP:11/11 AC:18 T:14 FF:14 Wednesday February 25th, 2015 8:57:03 PM
(OOC: sorry for the double post fixing header for the heal we got)
Wilford Grimly (HP:10/10; AC: 14; Touch: 12; Flat: 12; CMD: 13) Wednesday February 25th, 2015 10:33:44 PM
Wil doesn't hear Toston through the hateful words that he is hearing within his head. "Are you talking to me?" He asks as he holds the pew in front of him.
DM Kathy Wednesday February 25th, 2015 10:38:06 PM Talanthrel asks Brother Elthorn if he knows where the "nasty one" lairs. "No I don't," the cleric responds, taking another swallow of wine. "Somewhere nearby, that's all I know."
Var expresses a willingness to search now. Ashley wants to eat first, and Avin agrees.
Broom is concerend that there might be more casualties, a concern that Toston shares. However, Toston is concerned that the group is low on healing, and wonders whether it would be better to take a quick shopping trip first. He asks Brother Elthorn if he will accompany the group. The cleric of Ffloy looks at you, pours another goblet of wine, and sits down. "No," he says firmly.
Roy suggests setting a watch or an ambush, but Brother Elthorn is unable to give you any more specific information about when and where to expect "the nasty one." At night, in Grubbertown, is the best you're going to get.
You share out rations, which you can munch on while contemplating your options. So that's one problem solved. It still leaves you, however, with the fundamental question: hunt down "the nasty one" at your current strength, or take the time to rest and re-supply.
[OOC: Remember that all magic items, including potions, need to be purchased through the Catacombs.]
Ashley Steward [AC: 17, Touch: 10, Flat: 17, HP 13/13] Wednesday February 25th, 2015 11:31:06 PM
Ashley, after having eaten, looks somewhat refreshed, but chuckles grimly at Elthorn's refusal to help them hunt down the undead. Then again, he couldn't blame the priest, either. Leaning up against a wall in the chapel, Ashley silently watches the others with a small smirk on his fave, curious as to how the discussion was going to go.
Avin Fellows HP:11/12 AC:13 Flat:10 Thursday February 26th, 2015 4:52:20 AM
Avin picks lightly at the rations while examining the group.
"Tonight. Best tonight," he says around a bit of stale bread. "Not much to gain from waiting. Most've my talents are wasted on undead anyway. Do it tonight."
Nodding to himself, the wizard mentally concludes that debate for himself as the final crumbs vanish. With his piece spoken, the wizard finds himself affices his gaze on the rogue's clutch upon the pew. Suddenly uncertain once more of his colleague he circles Wilford, giving him a wide berth. After a minute he begins to approach, knocking over the lantern which he had set upon the ground in the process. His focus interrupted, he reorients upon the group as a whole.
Broom (HP 12/12, AC17/T17/FF14) Thursday February 26th, 2015 9:01:05 AM
Broom picks at the few remaining straws in his broom as he waits for the group to make their decision.
Wilford Grimly (HP:10/10; AC: 14; Touch: 12; Flat: 12; CMD: 13) Thursday February 26th, 2015 10:48:42 AM
Wil argued fiercely with the voice in his head till he removed the amulet from his neck and sat down with a thud. He set his head in his hands and whispered to anyone. "I really need a drink." He doubted he could use the amulet for anything helpful until he figured out how to quiet the voice that hated him so much. At the moment there was no rhyme or reason for the venomous words. Wil closed his eyes and tried to remember other times he had dealt with an angry spirit.
Var HP:12/12 AC: 16(T:13/FF:13) CMD:17 Thursday February 26th, 2015 11:22:19 AM
Var says to Toston "I can follow a trail, surely, but the Red here will no doubt be the expert." Turning to the others he continues, "Will? Talanthrel? You willing to put an end to this tonight?"
Wilford Grimly (HP:10/10; AC: 14; Touch: 12; Flat: 12; CMD: 13) Thursday February 26th, 2015 12:33:58 PM
"I need a distraction," Wil snapped. "Or a drink. This amulet has become a curse. As long as we have a healthy group I'm Ok with going. Can we get some healing potions/spells anything?"
Toston Lotor(Hugh Crosmun) [HP:9/9; AC:18; Touch: 14; FF:14; CMD:16] - CMTC Thursday February 26th, 2015 6:42:16 PM
"Do we have time to convert the jewelry we found from the skeletons and zombie-like undead to coin, without getting hustled on the deal? Do we even know how much it is worth? We need to do something about 'the nasty one' and his gang but we would have a better shot of us all making it out alive if we had more potions. I mean were no good to anyone if we are dead." Toston says to his companions
Talanthrel (Paul) [HP 11/11; AC 16; Touch 13; Flat 13; Cmd16] Thursday February 26th, 2015 8:21:20 PM
Talanthrel shrugs "I vote that we take out this 'nasty one' tonight and then finish what ever forces he has in his lair tommorrow. I would hate for him to have a chance to build up more forces or relpace all those we eliminated today."
Roy HP:11/11 AC:18 T:14 FF:14 Thursday February 26th, 2015 9:16:04 PM
" well the majority of the vote looks like tonight. But the lack of healing potions means we have to fight a little smarting and not go barreling into them like the streets."
Var HP:12/12 AC: 16(T:13/FF:13) CMD:17 Thursday February 26th, 2015 9:26:28 PM
"I would think that we have a few hours before the beasts come out of hiding. If you can get the sale made by then, we might be able to accomplish both." Says Var.
Ashley Steward [AC: 17, Touch: 10, Flat: 17, HP 13/13] Thursday February 26th, 2015 9:51:25 PM
"Aye. We have time to sell the treasure and prepare before we begin."
Ashley finally chimes in on the discussion, his armor jingling as he adjusts himself and crosses his arms over his chest. Looking over at Elthorn, he shrugs a bit at the priest.
"I suppose our business is done here. Try not to get loud when you drink. You wouldn't want to attract any unwanted guests, hallowed ground or not."
DM Kathy Thursday February 26th, 2015 11:10:21 PM Avin's vote is to take care of the problem tonight. Broom is silent on the matter.
Wilford really needs a drink. This has been a hard day for him, with the veil between the living world and the world of the dead being so close. Brother Elthorn takes a long look at you, then reaches behind the shrine for a small tin cup. He splashes some wine into it and wordlessly hands it across to you.
Var is confident in his ability to track the creature; he and Talanthrel and Roy are for solving ths now.
Toston isn't opposed to the idea, but would like to acquire some healing first. Ashley agrees, and there is a general consensus.
Your first step will be to convert the jewelry you found into gold. You have several options for this. You might still be able to catch Boggs at the Scrum. Failing that, you could just return to the Crescent Moons offices. True, you're not supposed to be seen going in and out of there all the time, but on the other hand it wouldn't be unusual for a group of adventurers to go to a trader to convert loot into cash. Some of you may know of a place you think is reasonably honest. [OOC: anybody whose character has been in Dirt City more than, say, six months can know of a good place to sell the stuff. No roll required; just come up with a reasonable story. :) ]
[Also OOC: We're almost done with this scene, but I'm going to go ahead and award you the XP. Everybody take 200 XP. For those who have played from the beginning, this should be enough to get you to level 2. That's why I wanted to give it to you now; you'll have the weekend to level your characters.]
Avin Fellows HP:11/12 AC:13 Flat:10 Friday February 27th, 2015 2:29:26 AM
Avin mutters, grumbling over the price of magic items. Conceding, he admits that selling the jewelry in order to gain access to some much needed potions would be wise. Bringing the idea up earlier while they were dealing with Boggs would have been even wiser. Not that he himself had actually thought of it. A thought occurs to the wizard and he finds himself penning new pages in his spellbook while the party considers their next steps.
Broom (HP 12/12, AC17/T17/FF14) Friday February 27th, 2015 9:52:39 AM
Glad that his companions are taking the threat seriously, Broom silently observes what happens next. Books not jewellery are his area of expertise.
Var HP:21/21 AC: 16(T:13/FF:13) CMD:18 Friday February 27th, 2015 10:03:44 AM
"Okay, lets find a place to sell the jewlery, get some potions or healing kits, and then we'll hunt these undead and put and end to this." Var says, feeling stronger and more capable than before.
[OOC: char sheet updated for Level 2]
Wilford Grimly (HP:10/10; AC: 14; Touch: 12; Flat: 12; CMD: 13) Friday February 27th, 2015 7:11:22 PM
Wil softens his attitude toward the wayward priest as he accepts the tin cup. He sniffs brownish liquid, takes in the smell then drinks it quickly. The drink drags tiny needles down his thin, young throat and he coughs quietly. "Thanks, friend," Wil says as he hands the cup back to the priest. He begins to speak but pauses and the drink settles. "I know a man. He works out of his home. If you don't mind children running around he is very honest. I don't trust any of the businesses in this town."
Toston Lotor(Hugh Crosmun) [HP:14/14; AC:18; Touch: 14; FF:14; CMD:16] - CMTC Friday February 27th, 2015 8:26:31 PM
Toston abruptly stood, he had been sitting talking with his companions, but something just didn't feel right.
"I feel strange.......too warm........so warm" Toston says out loud as he lowers his hood and takes off his gloves. He looks down at his hands and sees that little puffs of flame are flickering into and out of existence at his finger tips. When the flames finally cease he notices his normally trimmed nails have grown out into small wicked looking claws, trailing smoke.
The claws are not the only thing about Toston that has changed. His normally orange skin has become slightly scaly, it and his normally violet irises have taken on golden hues and the pupils of his eyes have become vertical reptilian slits. He looks down at his claws in abject horror and asks no one in particular, "What's happening to me?"
The trauma of his abrupt transformation becomes too much for the small gnome and his eyes roll up into his head. Toston passes out, his form goes limp and he drops to the ground.
Knowledge[Arcana]: DC 10 Highlight to display spoiler: {Toston's dramatic display was most likely caused by his latent sorcerer bloodline made manifest[/spolier]
Knowledge[Arcana]: DC 13 Highlight to display spoiler: {}The claws, scales, golden skin and irises, reptilian pupils and flames most likely indicate a draconic heritage, specifically that of a gold dragon}
Toston Lotor(Hugh Crosmun) [HP:14/14; AC:18; Touch: 14; FF:14; CMD:16] - CMTC Friday February 27th, 2015 8:29:24 PM
OOC: I messed up my Knowledge spoilers due to a typo see below for the correct ones
Knowledge[Arcana]: DC 10 Highlight to display spoiler: { Toston's dramatic display was most likely caused by his latent sorcerer bloodline made manifest }
Knowledge[Arcana]: DC 13 Highlight to display spoiler: { The claws, scales, golden skin and irises, reptilian pupils and flames most likely indicate a draconic heritage, specifically that of a gold dragon}
Ashley Steward [AC: 17, Touch: 10, Flat: 17, HP 13/13] d10=2 ; Friday February 27th, 2015 11:03:33 PM
Ashley grumbles something incoherent when Wilford mentions children, but pushes himself off of the wall with renewed strength, indicating he is ready to go. Until Toston begins to change appearance. He takes a step back, watching the gnome warily, his hand idly going to the hilt of the massive sword on his back.
"Some form of curse?" He asks, looking to the others in the room. Finally, his eyes settle on Elthorn.
"What has happened to him? Can you tell if any spells have been cast on him?"
[Hit Points Roll: 2. Sheet updated to Level 2.]
Var HP:21/21 AC: 16(T:13/FF:13) CMD:18 d20+6=23 ; Saturday February 28th, 2015 10:33:31 AM
"Nine bloody hells!" Var exclaims as Toston's undergoes his sudden and dramatic change. He reaches first for his axes, and then changes his mind, grabbing his waterskin and kneeling by the unconscious gnome. (Heal: 23) Inspecting the gnome first visually, and then putting a hand to his forehead, Var checks to see if there's anything that could be done for the gnome, and splashes some cool water on his face to see if that brings him around.
ADM Hugh - CMTC Saturday February 28th, 2015 12:57:06 PM
(OOC: Remember you can attempt and make knowledge based checks with a DC of 10 or lower if the skill is untrained)
Var HP:21/21 AC: 16(T:13/FF:13) CMD:18 d20-1=6 ; Saturday February 28th, 2015 4:43:37 PM
[OOC: oh, right. Arcana: 6, oh well]
Talanthrel (Paul) [HP 11/11; AC 16; Touch 13; Flat 13; Cmd16] d10=9 ; d20+2=11 ; Saturday February 28th, 2015 7:29:47 PM
Talanthrel feeling stronger for having rested says "Well, it sounds like we have a plan." he stands up just in time to witness Toston transform and keel over. Talanthrel moves to look at Toston over Var's shoulder. (untrained Knowledge Arcana: 1D20+2=11) "Interesting, it looks like our small friend is manifesting a Sorcerer Bloodline of some type."
OOC: I rolled a 9 for hit points (nice). Character sheet has been updated to Level 2
Talanthrel (Paul) [HP 21/21; AC 17; Touch 14; Flat 13; Cmd17] Saturday February 28th, 2015 7:32:13 PM
OOC: Here is my updated banner
Roy HP:11/11 AC:18 T:14 FF:14 Sunday March 1st, 2015 4:17:12 PM
Watching the transformation Roy quickly reaches for his bow. But lowers it when he kneels over. "Well that's not something you get to see every day."
DM Kathy d20+1=3 ; Sunday March 1st, 2015 9:19:02 PM Wilford knows of a place to sell your jewelry. You make your preparations to depart, when all of a sudden Toston seems to fall into some kind of fit. And then he grows claws. It is, as Roy remarks, not something you see every day.
Talanthrel is able to figure out what happened. Toston is manifesting some kind of sorcerer power!
Brother Elthorn is, big surprise, no help at all. "Is that what that was?" he asks Talanthrel.
That would seem to be all for now. You leave the small chapel and make your way to the house Wilford knows.
The family is just sitting down to dinner when you arrive. You hear a chorus of "who is it, Dad?" from the table, as Wilford's contact steps outside to confer with you. He is impressed by the pieces of jewelry you show him.
"Better than the usual run of stuff I see," he says, turning the ring over in his hand. "You're moving up in the world, Wil."
After a few more minutes, he says, "I'll give you 1150 for the lot. It'll clean me out, but I think I can move them pretty quickly. Deal?"
Avin Fellows HP:16/17 AC:13 Flat:10 d20+9=24 ; Monday March 2nd, 2015 11:11:35 AM
Too distracted by his spellbook, Avin doesn't notice the tranformation of the gnome until the group has reached Wilford's contact. for a moment he is stricken by surprise until, unable to help himself, he cackles at the smoking gnome. Beckoning the gnome aside he addresses the traumatized man in his native tongue.
Those who speak Gnome Highlight to display spoiler: {"Dragon blood? Could have told us you had dragon blood. Gold blood, from the looks. Dragon blood! You... knew, yes?"}
Suddenly realizing the gnome might not have been expecting the change the wizard's expression goes from mirthful to solemn in the space of a heartbeat. He mumbles an embarassed apology and tries to look interested by Wil's contact.
Wilford Grimly (HP:10/10; AC: 14; Touch: 12; Flat: 12; CMD: 13) Monday March 2nd, 2015 11:57:34 AM
"Thanks, Daniel." Wil says with a wide smile. "How's the family?" Wil waits for a response then follows up. "Have you heard anything about Aborth? After the incident with Alfred Dutch I haven't heard from the sorcerer."
Var HP:21/21 AC: 16(T:13/FF:13) CMD:18 d20+4=13 ; d20+9=21 ; Monday March 2nd, 2015 12:26:37 PM
Var watches Daniel suspiciously (Sense Motive: 13), but reminds himself where he is - that criminal activity is the norm here. If Will trusts the man, than Var will begrudgingly trust him as well.
Var hangs towards the back of the group, keeping his eyes & ears open for more signs of the undead (perception 21)
Ashley Steward [AC: 17, Touch: 10, Flat: 17, HP 22/22] Monday March 2nd, 2015 12:28:34 PM
Ashley accompanies the party to the house that Wilford knows, making a grimace at the sound of the children calling to their father, and generally just being loud children. Hearing the quoted price for the jewelry they looted, Ashley seems surprised, but refrains from comment.
Toston Lotor (Hugh Crosmun) [HP: 14/14; AC 18; Touch 14; FF 14; CMD 16] - CMTC d20+6=17 ; d20+5=13 ; d20+7=22 ; Monday March 2nd, 2015 7:28:57 PM
After being woken up with the splash of water, Toston's skin, hands and eyes had reverted back to their normal appearance. Toston had been silent on the way to Wil's friends. He had much to ruminate on. (Knowledge[Arcana] 17) Toston knew he was now a sorcerer of a gold dragon bloodline like his great grandmother before him. The stories spoken in the family were true. As he let his mind wander his thoughts turned to the undead with the paralyzing touch. (Knowledge[Religion] 13) He had found with his sorcerer potential unlocked he had a better grasp of knowledge of the arcane and the religious. Perhaps there was something he had missed before he was a sorcerer that would be clear to him now.
When Avin interrupts Toston's musings, Toston replies likewise in Gnomish.
Gnomish speakers, Highlight to display spoiler: {"There were stories told of a very great grandmother on my grandfather's side. However no one in the Warmorn line had manifested abilities for a long time, so I thought they were just rumors. My parents did not agree with my becoming a monk at first. They were trying to find someone to test me for sorcerous potential when I left. Guess I had the potential after all. Looks like you and me have something in common now, Avin. We are the only ones in this group who can wield arcane power. I mean as a gnome I had minor magical abilities to begin with, but this is something else. You know I was always drawn to dragons, even as a child I could not get enough of my grandfather's tales, but I digress we should probably discuss these matters later."}
After the conversation with Avin, Toston tries to determine if Daniel was trying to cheat them with his quoted price (sense motive : 22)
Broom (HP 12/12, AC17/T17/FF14) Monday March 2nd, 2015 8:18:16 PM
Broom pulls his whiskers furiously - freaked out by his strange companions.
A library is way safer. Broom hugs his broom for comfort.
Roy HP:11/11 AC:18 T:14 FF:14 d20+8=17 ; Monday March 2nd, 2015 9:13:27 PM
Roy tells the party he is going to wait outside and keep a lookout. More then once his hair has brought him ill fortune on a deal. (perception = 17 for lookout)
Talanthrel (Paul) [HP 21/21; AC 17; Touch 14; Flat 13; Cmd17] d20+5=11 ; Monday March 2nd, 2015 9:48:34 PM
Talanthrel continues past the door that Will stops at and takes up a position about thirty feet further down the street where he can act as a guard if needed. (Perception 1D20+5=11)
DM Kathy Monday March 2nd, 2015 10:15:41 PM
You still have questions about Toston's sudden transformation as you make your way to the humble home of Wilford's contact. Once there, however, you turn your attention to the transaction at hand.
You watch carefully, but as far as you can tell Daniel is offering a fair price for the jewelry.
Those of you keeping watch see nothing suspicious.
Wilford asks about Aborth, an enforcer for the House of Darts. "You didn't hear?" Daniel replies. "Aborth got in a bit of trouble with his employers. Seems he was holding out on them. Aborth insists he wasn't; claims somebody set him up. Nobody believes it of course. Who could manage such a thing?"
He counts out the coin and gives it to you in a cloth pouch. "Pleasure doing business with you," he says. "Don't be a stranger."
Your group now has 1150 in gold. Do you want to divvy it up, or send somebody to the Catacombs for some healing potions?
Toston Lotor (Hugh Crosmun) [HP: 14/14; AC 18; Touch 14; FF 14; CMD 16] - CMTC Tuesday March 3rd, 2015 8:20:11 AM
Toston addresses the group, "I don't know about the rest of you, but I could use some other things from the catacombs besides healing potions. If more of us have shopping lists, perhaps we should divvy it up? Alternatively I could use a scroll of mage armor, a scroll of burning hands, a cold iron kama and I would like to sell my current kama and lamp if we decide to send someone."
"I don't need a lamp with my light cantrip." Toston says and casts it on his glove to prove his point.
Broom (HP 20/20, AC17/T17/FF14) Tuesday March 3rd, 2015 9:54:01 AM
"Holy water?", Broom whispered.
Wilford Grimly (HP:18/18; AC: 14; Touch: 12; Flat: 12; CMD: 14) Tuesday March 3rd, 2015 4:25:05 PM
"That's so good to hear," Wil says with a smile. "That little man has been after my family for years. I imagine now, though he's in hiding. So I will have to keep a pair of eyes out for him." Wil shakes Daniel's hand and politely allows the man to disappear into his house. Wil turns toward the group, cash in hand. "We need to do something with this. We won't last long in this neighborhood flashing this around. We all should get plenty of healing. I have some jars of oil with some wicks but if this is a 'big guy' then we may need to be ready to spring a trap. I have a tanglefoot bag. Do you think we should get a couple more?"
Var HP:21/21 AC: 16(T:13/FF:13) CMD:18 Tuesday March 3rd, 2015 8:39:16 PM
"Six potions of Cure Light Wounds, a couple flasks of Holy Water and whatever scrolls the wizards need, that should get us through for now." Var says, getting anxious as the skies darken and the chill of the night begins to set in.
Roy HP:11/11 AC:18 T:14 FF:14 Tuesday March 3rd, 2015 8:40:48 PM
As the night gets closer Roy keeps more and more attention toward listening. Remembering the lack of healing potions Roy makes a mental note to mention to the group to buy some potions before they go looking for the Undead.
Avin Fellows HP:16/17 AC:13 Flat:10 Tuesday March 3rd, 2015 8:49:33 PM
Avin nods to Toston, imagining extensive conversations concerning magic in the future. The thought brings a wry smile to his face. He voices his thoughts concerning the money stating that he has little interest in who specifically 'owns' it as long as it can be accessed when needed. At the moment that mostly extends to a few healing potions and flasks of holy water as far as the wizard is concerned.
OOC: I personally tend to be overly tight with my gp spenditure but I think at least we should get 1-2 hp pots each and a flask of the ever-might holies? Sorry that I don't have time tonight to translate that to rp text.
DM Kathy Tuesday March 3rd, 2015 10:05:40 PM
You discuss what the coin could bring you, and are especially interested in healing potions and holy water.
[OOC: Potions of Cure Light Wounds are 50 gp. Holy water is 25 gp. First-level scrolls (which are all your mages could cast without having to make a caster-level check) are 25 gp. A wand of Cure Light Wounds is 750 gp, and the rangers could use it without making a check. Potions of Cure Moderate Wounds are 300 gp. Your DM is not advocating any specific course of action; just putting all the prices in one place where you can get at them.]
It is getting late, and a trip to the Catacombs will not be instantaneous. Who is going, and what are they going to buy?
[OOC: Mundane items, like the holy water and the tanglefoot bag, do not have to be purchased through the Catacombs, although I think you can if you want to.]
Roy HP:11/11 AC:18 T:14 FF:14 Tuesday March 3rd, 2015 10:10:00 PM
(OOC you can mark me down for 2 cure light wounds if we are all splitting the $$, and Ill make my actual post later tomarrow)
Talanthrel (Paul) [HP 21/21; AC 17; Touch 14; Flat 13; Cmd17] d20+5=7 ; Tuesday March 3rd, 2015 11:13:44 PM
Talanthrel shrugs his shoulders "I kind of vote for a wand of healing, if we have some one who can use it. If not a couple healing potions apiece should work. Who's going to purchase them?" While speaking Talanthrel continues to keep an eye out. (Perception 1D20+5=7)
Ashley Steward [AC: 17, Touch: 10, Flat: 17, HP 22/22] Tuesday March 3rd, 2015 11:31:49 PM
"I'll go along to the Catacombs with someone else. I'm not very diplomatic, but my being there has saved friends a lot of coin they would otherwise be robbed of by a crooked merchant."
Ashley levels his gaze among his companions, wondering which of his more charming fellows he would be venturing with.
Toston Lotor (Hugh Crosmun) [HP: 14/14; AC 18; Touch 14; FF 14; CMD 16] - CMTC Wednesday March 4th, 2015 6:46:16 AM
"If we purchase a wand of healing and give it to Var for the battle with the nasty one that still leaves Red free to fight the undead, which I believe are his specialty. Plus Var would not be using the wand every round just when one of us got banged up. That would leave the rest of us 50 gold a piece. Furthermore I would want to venture to the catacombs to get those scrolls I was talking about and upgrade my kama to a cold iron one." Toston says.
Roy HP:11/11 AC:18 T:14 FF:14 Wednesday March 4th, 2015 8:14:08 AM
"Well my vote is also in with the Wand of healing. We can get more uses with our money. Also a potion a piece would be a good idea in case there are more of them then we anticipate."
Broom (HP 20/20, AC17/T17/FF14) Wednesday March 4th, 2015 9:57:46 AM
Broom nods silently, ceding to the more world-wisely folks in the group.
Var HP:21/21 AC: 16(T:13/FF:13) CMD:18 Wednesday March 4th, 2015 10:41:12 AM
"Sure, I don't know much about magic, but I can surely figure out a wand. While Ashely and Toston head to the catacombs, Roy and I will keep our eyes and ears peeled for attacks."
Var HP:21/21 AC: 16(T:13/FF:13) CMD:18 d20+9=14 ; Wednesday March 4th, 2015 4:06:55 PM
[OOC: forgot to make perception roll]
Avin Fellows HP:16/17 AC:13 Flat:10 Wednesday March 4th, 2015 9:35:31 PM
Avin sits by making mental tallies of the group's needs for future reference. Wands, potions, holy flasks, scrolls... Avin's thoughts are muddled with a sudden anxiety to see the newly sorcerous gnome head out, after all he'd hoped to help the gnome acclimate to his new magic. Though again, sorcery is fundamentally different than wizardry Avin mused to himself. At least Ashley was headed with the little man as well. The wizard nodded more suredly before opening his spellbook to acquaint himself better with its new additions.
Ashley Steward [AC: 17, Touch: 10, Flat: 17, HP 22/22] Wednesday March 4th, 2015 9:52:03 PM
Ashley nods to the group's decision, not seeming to have an opinion on the matter. In the end, healing magic was healing magic, and he was growing more confident in his companions' competence and skill to be able to use whatever they decided uppn effectively. The smuggler approaches Toston, gesturing a hand towards the street.
"Let's be on our way, then."
DM Kathy Wednesday March 4th, 2015 10:13:43 PM
You decide on a wand and some potions, and Toston and Ashley are dispatched to do the purchasing.
The others keep a weather eye out for undead, but your DM would not be so cruel as to spring the final encounter on you before you're geared up. :)
Also, has everyone leveled their character? [Except Roy, who's not second level yet.]
Roy HP:11/11 AC:18 T:14 FF:14 Wednesday March 4th, 2015 10:39:27 PM
(OOC; ahh I see how it is, single out the level 1 guy in the DM post)
As Roy watches his 2 newfound companions walk away he starts checking his bow and gear making sure it is in tip top shape for the battle to come.
messing with the arrows Roys starts talking without looking up. "Well since we are going to be fighting together I might as well explain a bit about myself esp my hair. When I was younger a group of necromancers attacked my village looking to gather bodies. My parents saved me at the cost of their own lives. The next thing I knew they were being raises as zombies and sent to kill me. I was saved by a wandering ranger. Their blood, my parents blood dyed my hair this color. But I don't look at it as an ill omen, They my ot be here in body but their spirits are always with me, at least thats what I think."
Talanthrel (Paul) [HP 21/21; AC 17; Touch 14; Flat 13; Cmd17] d20+5=25 ; Wednesday March 4th, 2015 11:07:30 PM
Talanthrel takes a couple of sniffs of the air to see if he can smell the alcohol that Roy must have been drinking to start telling such a personal story. Smelling none, he thinks to himself "Dam! And I thought is was only us Half Elves that were supposed to be emo." Turning to Roy He claps on him the shoulder and says "I sure they would be proud of you. And god's willing we will have destroyed many more undead before the night is thru." Having spoken his piece Talanthrel turns back to standing watch while surreptitiously moving a couple steps away. (Perception 1D20+5=25)
(OOC: Sorry Roy, Talanthrel does not handle sudden displays of emotion well. :) My Character sheet is updated and good to go)
Toston Lotor (Hugh Crosmun) [HP: 14/14; AC 18; Touch 14; FF 14; CMD 16] - CMTC Thursday March 5th, 2015 7:04:29 AM
Toston heads off in the direction of the catacombs with the smuggler/fighter. To Ashley, Toston says " I apologize for my fit earlier, but I am now in control of my new abilities. As a gnome I was born with some minor magical gifts and as a monk I have learned discipline. I also knew a bit about magical theory before I realized my potential, so that helped. I have some new abilities besides the light spell I demonstrated earlier. I can fire a weak orb of acid at a target within 25 feet or a ray of positive energy that will hurt an undead creature that same distance. I can also make someone slightly more perceptive and intimidating or more acrobatic and stealthy or just better able to forage or track and the like. All these things I can do as often as I need to. I also can create a floating shield for myself or damage and potentially weaken slightly a living thing or potentially cause an undead to flee. I also can make those claws come back for a short time and I think because of these", Toston indicates the chains wrapped around his gloved hands, "I can actually grow a tail for an even shorter time I think I am just scratching the surface of my new abilities though and as we continue to adventure things will get more interesting. I also need an additional item from the catacombs that I just remembered so it is a good thing we are going there."
Broom (HP 20/20, AC17/T17/FF14) Thursday March 5th, 2015 10:47:25 AM
Broom peers at the new elf curiously, his expression neutral.
What is a treehugger doing in a place like this?
------------------------- OOC: yup, Broom is level 2 ready.
Var HP:21/21 AC: 16(T:13/FF:13) CMD:18 Thursday March 5th, 2015 11:46:26 AM
"Broom, do you think you could maybe be quiet for a moment? I'd like to know more about Talanthrel, to be honest." Var says with a smrik. "That's a fine blade you have there, and you wield it well. Who taught you to fight?"
Wilford Grimly (HP:18/18; AC: 14; Touch: 12; Flat: 12; CMD: 14) Thursday March 5th, 2015 1:54:23 PM
Wil shakes off a seemingly day long daydream about two young sisters singing about Frozen snowmen and realizes that Toston and Ashley are gone. "Aren't we missing a couple adventurers?" He then checks to make sure he has all his fingers and toes. He realizes that everyone is waiting for something and he sits upon the edge of a small yard. He sets his bag between his knees and contemplates sliding the amulet back around his neck. He then drifts into thought about why this spirit voice is so angry. What makes his so much louder then the rest and how can he make this go away. OOC:(Sorry about yesterday.. busy day)
Avin Fellows HP:16/17 AC:13 Flat:10 Thursday March 5th, 2015 4:41:34 PM
Avin's nose wrinkiles as he peers out over his spellbook for the fourth time in as many minutes as if looking up could summon Toston and Ashley back from their expedition sooner. Snorting at the thought he peers across to the diminished task force. Silently, he wondered who may have raised the curious elf following his orphanage or if that had happened late enough in his life to survive on his own.
Ashley Steward [AC: 17, Touch: 10, Flat: 17, HP 22/22] Thursday March 5th, 2015 9:14:42 PM
Ashley listens to Toston as they head off for the Catacombs together. He seems interested in what Toston is saying, for the most part. When Toston finishes speaking, the fighter chuckles.
"I thought monks enjoyed silent reflection? I can hit my foes with weapons and make people uncomfortable."
His tone carries a sarcastic, joking manner to it. Perhaps the group is finally getting to him. He might come out of that grumpy, profeasional shell eventually.
DM Kathy Thursday March 5th, 2015 10:29:13 PM
You don't have long to wait. In a few minutes, Toston and Ashley return from the Catacombs, carrying their purchases. You quickly distribute the potions and wand among the group, then head out to find the "nasty one."
I need a general sense of your marching order and your strategy, please.
Talanthrel (Paul) [HP 21/21; AC 17; Touch 14; Flat 13; Cmd17] Thursday March 5th, 2015 11:26:45 PM
Talanthrel grins and agrees with Var "That's what all the women say." Seeing Toston and Ashley returning he nods at them. "It looks like their back. Do we have a plan?"
Ashley Steward [AC: 17, Touch: 10, Flat: 17, HP 22/22] Friday March 6th, 2015 12:10:41 AM
"Kill the undead, and don't die in the process."
Ashley offers up a succinct version of the planning that they have ahead of them with a smirk on his face as he starts handing out the potions and provisions Toston and he had acquired. He makes sure to hand the wand to Var, as they had discussed previously. Once the gear is situated, he offers a more serious line of thought.
"Right now, I'm thinking that if it has a lair, we want to get it out of it. It's no good fighting something on its own terms. If we can get it tracked down, we can flush it out somehow, depending on where it's holed up. If it's in a cave or something, we could try to lure it out of there with fire. Some oil flasks or something thrown in ,and then a torch to start it up."
As he thinks about it, Ashley continues to speak, possible talking more in one go than he has since the rest of the party has met him. The look on his face is one of concentration, and his hands make motions in the air as he speaks, as if he's visualizing what he is talking about in his mind's eye.
"Ideally, we want to fight it in open ground so we can move around and not get bottlenecked. But we don't want to get spread too thin. We almost got that way the last fight, and we suffered for it. Two or three of us should focus on the nasty one, and make sure we're flanking it and controlling where it goes on the field. I can try to keep it where it is by pushing it around with bull rushes and such. The rest of us should concentrate on keeping its minions at bay."
Roy HP:11/11 AC:18 T:14 FF:14 Friday March 6th, 2015 12:42:18 AM
Roy agrees with Ashley for the most part " Between me and Var we shouldn't have a problem tracking down the "nasty one" When we do find him we keep a few melee on him. The rest of us split up casters and range on his minions if he has any and the other melee on the others. I'm very good with my bow but I would feel very bad if a stray arrow hit someone ." (ooc; trying to get across the fact we take a -2 on atk shooting into melee)
Broom (HP 20/20, AC17/T17/FF14) Friday March 6th, 2015 10:06:30 AM
Broom frowns furiously. He hadn't even utter a word and the tree-hugger demands he keeps quiet.
---------------------- OOC: italics are silent thoughts.
Var HP:21/21 AC: 16(T:13/FF:13) CMD:18 Friday March 6th, 2015 2:01:58 PM
OOC: I realize that was an internal monologue, I was just having some fun with Broom's silent demeanor.
Var looks confused by Talanthrel's response at first, and then, realizing it was a joke laughs and claps him on the back.
As Ashley and Toston return, Var takes the wand, giving it a quick inspection, and then tucks it into his belt for easy access. His expression grave as he listens to Ashley and Roy, he adds "If we encounter more skeletons, Broom & Toston should focus on them, since blades & arrows won't be effective - likewise Ashley and Talanthrel should focus on the run-of-the-mill zombies since they're most vulnerable to blades. If we run into those tough, paralyzing zombies, try your best to stay out of their reach, and let the archers & wizards take them down from range. I agree with Ashley that focusing fire in on their leader is going to be necessary for our survival."
Var does a final equipment check, making sure his axes are at the ready and the various belts and pouches are secured, he draws his longbow and nods to the group. "Roy, you and I should lead, try to locate them. Ash, you willing to cover the flank?"
Toston Lotor (Hugh Crosmun) [HP: 14/14; AC 18; Touch 14; FF 14; CMD 16] - CMTC Friday March 6th, 2015 6:04:59 PM
(OOC: First off I hope everyone is clear that they get a ration and a potion as Ashley said he handed out provisions, Toston bought a ration for everyone. )
Toston plans to be as far front in the marching order as the rest of the group will allow. He started pretty far away from the action last time.
To the group Toston says, " I have 2 spells that are effective against undead. One will do about as much damage as an arrow someone my size could fire from a shortbow, but I have to be 25 feet or less from my target. This damage also will not be stopped by armor. The other spell I have allows me to touch, punch, claw or tail slap an undead and if it proves to be weak willed it will run away for up to half a minute. A third spell makes myself more difficult to be hit for a minute. I also have my sling if there are skeletons in the distance and my body, nunchaku and kama if a specific type of damage is needed in close quarters. I also have this," Toston takes his placard that reads I am a zombie out of his backpack. "It will make the wearer imperceptible to undead for 10 minutes or sooner if the person wearing the sign touches or interacts with an undead in any way. If we find the lair we could send someone in to scout or create a firetrap or we could give it to Wil and I think he will get a guaranteed sneak attack."
Wilford Grimly (HP:18/18; AC: 14; Touch: 12; Flat: 12; CMD: 14) Friday March 6th, 2015 7:13:52 PM
Wil smiles at Toston as he pulls the sign from his backpack. "Really? A small wooden sign? About as effective as a sign saying "I will not kill a zombie with my Cold Stone dagger with 5 individual stabs to it's rotten head. While I sit in a bath washing my hair. As for the firetrap I have enough to make that happen as long as I can get it set up before the mighty one realizes I'm there." Will begins to pull the oil from his bag. He lines them up parallel to each other then begins to insert the wicks. "I will need to have a long wick or something to tie these together or it won't do jack to that beast." Wil, satisfied with the prepped oils puts them all back within his bag.
Avin Fellows HP:16/17 AC:13 Flat:10 Friday March 6th, 2015 8:36:04 PM
Avin considers the magical tincture handed to him with pursed lips. His own brand of magic might never be able to produce such an item, one that could cure (or at least lessen) any wound. His face twists into a grimace as he continues listening in on the conversation. He finds himself shaking his head.
"Not that kind of wizard. No fireballs, no rays of acid. I'm not that kind of wizard." He sighs and lapses into a brief silence, remembering his time with his teacher. He continues, "I spent my valuable spells already. I won't be able to spindle more spells for hours yet. Need a good rest too. Not a twenty minute break. A good rest. I'm just a body in boots for now."
Avin pulls out the dagger from beneath the cloak and studies its edge with grim intent. Satisfied that it has not lost its edge he grabs his lantern and moves forward in the group.
OOC: Unless our DM rules that Avin can have a spell prepared into the free slot he gained upon leveling, his remaining spells will have little application in this particular fight. IF that happens I can also assure you that spell is not magic missile. Although he still has at least one more trick up his sleeve, the wild card that is his amulet.
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