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7:22pm 2013-10-30 Smon Has entered the room
7:23pm 2013-10-30 Goonergeezer Has entered the room
Goonergeezer: hiya
Smon: Hi K
7:26pm 2013-10-30 Amalric Has entered the room
Smon: Hi A
Amalric: hey S, K
Goonergeezer: heya graham
7:28pm 2013-10-30 chris107 Has entered the room
Smon: Hi chris
chris107: Hi Guys, will be 5 minutes - sorry
Smon: s'fine
chris107: start without me
Smon: need you
Amalric: when i need you, i hold out my hand and i touch you
Goonergeezer: Cant beat a bit of Old leo
chris107: Right I'm back. Sorry about that.
Smon: ok, so Dick is on the north side of the rope bridge, with giant bats flying around in the cavern behind him, and ahead of him the Deathwalkers are ready to ambush him at the intersection before the bronze doors...
Smon: Kal Lance and Jana are on the south side of the bridge, ready to cut the ropes.
Smon: Are you all staying put?
Amalric: yes
Goonergeezer: yep
chris107: Dick will make a dash for the rope bridge. Yelling "Don't cut the ropes you bastards!"
Goonergeezer: "did ee say cut der rops yer bstards?"
Amalric: "Did he say, 'Cut the rope, chaps?'"
Goonergeezer: "i fink so"
Amalric: "I can't tell in all this noise."
chris107: If anyone looks to be rope cutting Dick will shoot them with his crossbow
Smon: GM: Dick runs back onto the rope bridge. A giant bat swoops down. It's -2 to hit due to Dick's small size...
Smon: /roll 1d20
Smon rolls 1d20 and gets:
6,Amalric: "Let's wait and see if he says it again."
Smon: Dick ducks as a bat swoops by overhead, and joins the others at the south end of the rope bridge.
Goonergeezer: "kay"
chris107: He sweats in a most unattractive and profuse manner.
chris107: "There's bloody loads of 'em over there!"
Amalric: "Enough heroism for one day, Dick?"
Smon: On the eastern fork of the T-shaped rope bridge, you see a large band of Deathwalkers emerging from the eastern tunnel, spears raised.
Goonergeezer: "we cut or we run?"
Smon: They see you and yell.
Goonergeezer: "Run!!!"
Smon: /roll 1d6
Smon rolls 1d6 and gets:
4,Amalric: "Cut the rope!"
chris107: Dick shoots at the leader
Smon: The bats seem to be returning to their roosts high above, now that there is less light.
Amalric: Lance hacks at it with his two-hander
Smon: /roll 1d6
Smon rolls 1d6 and gets:
5,Smon: roll init
Goonergeezer: Kal starts to battle huis way out
Amalric rolls 1d6 and gets:
2,chris107 rolls 1d6 and gets:
1,Goonergeezer rolls 1d6 and gets:
1,chris107: Is that good?
Goonergeezer: nope
chris107:
Amalric: doubt it!
chris107: (I quite like playing without knowing the rules - very liberating.
Smon: /roll 1d4
Smon rolls 1d4 and gets:
1,Smon: The Deathwalkers reach the middle of the east-west bridge where it joins the north-south run. One throws a spear at Lance:
Smon: /roll 1d20
Smon rolls 1d20 and gets:
17,Smon: hit AC 2
Smon: /roll 1d6
Smon rolls 1d6 and gets:
5,Smon: ouch, 5 dmg
Amalric: "Fucknuggets!"
Smon: Lance hacks at the ropes - roll dmg, 5 to cut one, 10 to cut 2.
chris107: Ouch
Amalric rolls 1d10+4 and gets:
10, (+4) = 14 chris107: Yeah!
Amalric: TWANG!
Goonergeezer:
Smon: Lance cuts through the first rope, the bridge sags, then a second rope goes and it flips, sending half a dozen Deathwalkers screaming to their doom far below.
7:47pm 2013-10-30 Rajaat99 Has entered the room
chris107: "Haha!"
Smon: 2 more had not yet started onto the bridge, and gawp, horrified.
chris107: Laughs Dick unpleasantly
7:48pm 2013-10-30 Rajaat99 Has exited the room
chris107: Hi Rajaat
Smon: Dick can shoot at them if desited but -2 for dim light & cover.
chris107: Bye Rajaat
chris107: So a total of +/-0?
Smon: net -2
Amalric: "I didn't know those guys could fly?"
Amalric: "Oh wait - they can't. Too bad!"
chris107 rolls 1d20-2 and gets:
13, (-2) = 11 Goonergeezer: "fly! her.her.her,her"
Smon: AC 7
chris107: A miss then I'm guessing
Smon: oh you get your +1 for halflingness & +1 DEX, so net 0 indeed
Smon: so you hit AC 6, is a hit!
Smon: /roll 1d8
chris107: So dead eye Dick strikes again
Smon rolls 1d8 and gets:
2,chris107: d6?
Smon: yup
chris107 rolls 1d6 and gets:
4,Smon: The bolt strikes the Deathwalker in his chest and he topples, dying, The last one falls back hurriedly.
chris107: Dick smiles nastily
Smon: Jana: "Let me tend your wound, Lance..."
Goonergeezer: "awwwwww cun on, jessyca wont to plaee"
Smon: Jana casts clw on Lance
Smon: /roll 1d6+1
chris107: Showing very yellow/brown but large and strong teeth.
Smon rolls 1d6+1 and gets:
6, (+1) = 7 Amalric: "Ignore him, he's mad with battle frenzy. And thanks, Jana."
Smon: back to full
Smon: With the rope bridge twisted and sagging, the Deathwalkers are unwilling to try crossing it in the face of your deadly halfling x-bow fire.
Amalric: "Okay, the rope bridge is out. Where do we go now?"
chris107: "C'mon you yellow bastards!"
chris107: Dick does a grotesque little jig.
Goonergeezer: "dey not yeello, sort ov durty brown"
chris107: "Can't fault your eyesight Kal..."
Smon: Jana: "We can't get through this way... We could seek another way in, or else we must abandon our quest..."
chris107: Is the bridge down and out or just sagging?
Amalric: was there another way? down here I mean? if not we have to get out of here and go somewhere else
Smon: The right side ropes are cut through so it's twisted to vertical.
Smon: You could limber across but would be defenseless while doing so.
Amalric: are there more Deathwalkers across the bridge?
Smon: Jana: "Perhaps we should cut the rest of the ropes, so they can't follow us?"
Smon: GM: Yes, you can hear angry shouts from beyond the north tunnel - 4 Deathwalkers retreated that way & sounds like more are up there now.
chris107: Dick shivers inwardly that this heartless bitch would have done the chopping with him at the other side without missing a breath.
Amalric: "Lets cut the ropes. We'll have to look elsewhere."
Amalric: Lance applies his sword to the remaining ropes
Goonergeezer: "lets kut dem a bit, if dey tri to cum cross it brek an dem fall to der botom"
chris107: Dick covers him.
Smon: Lance cuts the ropes; is he cutting all of them so the whole thing falls away?
Amalric: yes, damn them to hell
Smon: GM: The bridge falls away into the darkness below, from which you can hear rushing water, as of an underground river.
Smon: No one will be crossing over it any time soon.
chris107: "So where now?"
Smon: /roll 1d100
Smon rolls 1d100 and gets:
34,Amalric: "We might regret that at some point, but not now. There are too many of them for us to take on at once."
Smon: Jana: "Let's go back outside.."
Smon: She heads south away from the chasm, towards the stairs that lead back up to the aboveground temple.
Amalric: "Let's. We can check the other buildings."
chris107: Dick gives the fingers to any Deathwalkers that may still be looking.
Amalric: so we go back up
chris107: Once outside Dick will look for suitable cover with a good view of the area. From which he can cover his chums as they search.
Smon: Up in the temple above, through the north door's viewing slit you can see a grassy courtyard type area, with a couple promising avenues of investigation: on the west side is a decayed circular perimeter to what might be a shaft, while across the plaza to the north-east is another much larger circular wall, also partly ruined and with trees growing within.
Amalric: "Let's check that shaft area, might be another way down. If we see any Deathwalkers coming up..."
Smon: There is a open gateway in this larger walled area, roughly facing your direction.
Smon: You lift the bolt securing the north door of the scorched temple and head out into the plaza area.
Amalric: "Eyes open, chaps. There may be trouble ahead..."
Smon: The low well-like wall on the west side does indeed circle a dark shaft about 8' wide that plunges down out of sight.
chris107: (To the underground river perhaps?)
Amalric: "Anyone have any rope?"
8:11pm 2013-10-30 Eliana Has entered the room
Smon: You can now see that the area on the north side holds a central raised marble area from which broad stone steps descend into the earth.
Smon: /roll 1d6
Smon rolls 1d6 and gets:
2,Goonergeezer: "I gots rope"
Eliana: Hi... did I take a reserved seat ?
*Eliana hides*
Smon: Hi El, no you're fine to lurk
chris107: No
chris107: Hi Eli
Eliana: Thanks...
Eliana: Hello!
*Eliana hides better....*
Amalric: "Well, we can return here if need be. Let's take a look over at those stairs."
Amalric: "Stairs are easier, and they lead down."
chris107: Dick looks morosely at his meager supplies
Smon: /roll 1d6
Smon rolls 1d6 and gets:
4,Smon: The roofless building with the central steps & trees looks as if might once have been a temple; eroded frescoes of Zeus and other gods can be dimly discerned.
chris107: (Is Dick seeing this from his lurking place?
Smon: Yes
Smon: Who is heading for the steps?
chris107: (Thanks)
Amalric: "Dick, come over here and look at these steps. Your eyes are closer to the ground, perhaps you can see thi't."ngs we can
Amalric: *things we can't
Smon: Just south east of the steps building (rotunda?) two long thin pools choked with water lilies lead off east from the plaza, flanked by more ruined buildings.
chris107: Dick grumbles that last time he went ahead the bastards were just about to cut the rope bridge from under him but scurries across on his thick soled hobbit feet.
Smon: Are you all entering the steps building through the gateway?
Goonergeezer: Kal wikll stick with dick
Goonergeezer: #will
chris107: Yes from me.
chris107: Crossbow at the ready
Amalric: Lance waits with Jana to see how Dick and Kal fare
chris107: Mmmmmm
Smon: The four of you pass through the gateway. The broad steps lead down through an archway calved with images of Thanatos, god of Death - these look more recent than the faded frescoes of the other Ghinoran gods.
chris107: Dick is getting wise to Lance...
Smon: Lance & Jana hang back while Dick & Kal go to the steps?
Amalric: yep
chris107: Which direction do the steps head please Simon?
Smon: north
Smon: You enter from the SW
chris107: Got you
Smon: The circumference of the walls is about 120'.
chris107: Any sounds or smells?
Amalric: if the going is good Lance and Jana will follow on down
chris107: From down the steps.
Smon: The trees inside the walls sway in the breeze...
chris107: Any Deathwalker faces within the foliage?
Smon: Then there is a sudden high-pitched cackling scream, and the thwip of bows, as hidden archers in the trees open up on you...
Smon: No Dick, just gnolls
chris107:
chris107:
chris107:
chris107:
chris107: "Well at least that bugger Lance is at the back"
Amalric: Lance leads Jana back up the stairs...
Smon: /roll 1d2x6
Smon Rolls 1d2x6 and gets:
2 = 2
2 = 2
1 = 1
1 = 1
2 = 2
2 = 2
Smon: 2 shoot at Dick, 4 at Kal.
Goonergeezer: (Foliage, gnolls!! were being shot from a grassy gnoll!!)
Smon:
Amalric: (haha! genius!)
chris107: Aarrggghhh!
Smon: At Dick:
chris107:
chris107: A/C7
Smon: /roll 1d20x2
Smon Rolls 1d20x2 and gets:
3 = 3
20 = 20
Smon: (AC 6 w helmet, AC 5 due to DEX)
Eliana: ( aouch! )
Smon: an arrow hits Dick
Smon: /roll 1d6
Smon rolls 1d6 and gets:
5,Smon: 5 dmg
chris107: Oh that's okay
chris107: 2/7HP
Smon: You have 6 hp at CON 12, so 1 left
chris107: Oops
Smon: 4 at Kal
Smon: /roll 1d20x4
chris107: 1/6HP
Smon Rolls 1d20x4 and gets:
19 = 19
13 = 13
12 = 12
13 = 13
Goonergeezer: ac2
Smon: 1 hit
Smon: /roll 1d6
Smon rolls 1d6 and gets:
6,chris107: Ouch!
Smon: The arrow strikes Kal's thigh for 6 dmg
chris107: Can Dick reach any cover?
Smon: Kal at 2/9
Amalric: "RUN! Get OUTTA THERE!"
Goonergeezer: #kal runs for the nearest cover
Smon: So that was their surprise round - bad luck, they got a lot of rolls to not be spotted
chris107: "Bugger off! I'm not gettinfg shot at again!"
Smon: You need to win init to get out before they can fire again
chris107 rolls 1d6 and gets:
6,Goonergeezer rolls 1d6 and gets:
5,Smon: Dick gets 6+2=8 and shoots out at high speed
Smon: gnolls:
Amalric: nice
Smon: /roll 1d6
Smon rolls 1d6 and gets:
1,Smon: A scatter of arrows fall short as Kal races out behind Dick, joining Jana and Lance outside the death-trap.
Smon: More cackling laughter follows you.
Smon: Jana: "Not that way I guess..."
Amalric: "This place is a fucking deathtrap!"
Smon: Jana nods gravely.
Smon: "Yes."
Amalric: "And indeed, Jana. It looks like we'll have to try the shaft."
chris107: Dick looks dejectedly at the arrow stuck in him
Smon: Jana: "I cannot heal again until sunrise tomorrow..."
Amalric: "Or perhaps we should return to our hidey-hole and rest up, and get these guys fixed-up."
Smon: (my dinner now, be ca 20-25 mins)
*Eliana takes cover...*
Smon: cya shortly.
chris107: "I'm not going anywhere Lance. She's your bloody girlfriend and I'm doing all the bleeding!"
Amalric: "We'll have to wait until then. Another hit on either of these guys and they'll be down."
chris107: OOC This place is a bloody death trap!
Amalric: "My bloody girlfriend will save your mangy hide," whispers Lance to Dick, "so shut your cakehole."
chris107: I think we need to look elsewher until we are a bit more powerful then return for the wretched statue.
Amalric: you might be right
chris107: "Mangy? Mangy?! MANGY?!"
Amalric: "Sorry, callind you mangy is an insult to mangy things."
chris107: Dick looks quite put out
Amalric: "Still, look on the bright side - that filth may turn some arrows aside, so likely you'd be dead for now if not for its protectiveness..."
Amalric: (not that Lance wants to encourage it!)
chris107: But seriously guys I think we are in the wrong area.
chris107: Dirty Dick shrugs off your insults and breaks wind loudly in your general direction.
Amalric: i think we are. there are too many...everything. with missile weapons. we're scrubs really
chris107: Glass empty - brb
Goonergeezer: "hjer,her,her,her, pick der nutty bits oot ov dat nobby bloke"
Amalric: "You don't smell too fresh yourself, shitbreak"
Amalric: (nothing like a bit of team bonding
)Goonergeezer: "dats coz i cack meesel wen i got hiy buy dem arows"
Goonergeezer: "wanna see?"
Amalric: "I'll take your word for it, Kal."
chris107: So chaps....
chris107: It looks like we've jumped in at the deep end and escaped by the skin of our teeth
chris107: 6 bow armed Gnolls v 3 first level characters = DEATH! Which ever way you look at it.
chris107: And the hordes of Deathwalkers is telling me we're entering this dungeon from the wrong end.
8:44pm 2013-10-30 Eliana Has exited the room
Amalric: any end at this moment is the wrong end. we'll have to rest up, heal, and leave
chris107: Yup
Eliana: ( aouch! )/xx
chris107: Very lucky not to loose one of us there.
8:46pm 2013-10-30 Eliana Has entered the room
Amalric: i thought you were both goners
chris107: Me too
chris107: If the shots had been the other way around that would have been 4 hits on Dick.
Goonergeezer rolls 1d20+1 and gets:
8, (+1) = 9 chris107: How are the ferrets Eli?
Amalric rolls 1d8 and gets:
4,8:49pm 2013-10-30 Eliana Has exited the room
Goonergeezer: hey chris, maranwe went up a level as a mage, can i roll my hp?
chris107: Sure thing
Goonergeezer rolls 1d4 and gets:
2,Goonergeezer: yay 1 hp
chris107: They all count.
chris107: Ythan must be close too?
Smon: back, catching up now
Smon: ok
Smon: Doesn't look like the gnolls plan to pursue you.
chris107: Good job
Smon: Jana: "Perhaps we should make for one of the other villages?"
chris107: Her high wisdom showing through there
chris107: Dick agrees eagerly
Goonergeezer: "wot u fink we shud doo dick?"
Goonergeezer: "kay, im wiv youu dick"
chris107: "I think we should leg it my old fruit. Come back when we don't have so many holes in us."
chris107: "We should find a way to get the gnolls and the deathwalkers fighting each other. Not both fighting us..." Say the cunning Dick.
chris107: (Even the not very clever Dick can spot that
)Goonergeezer: "we cud blow der wisle and den dey cum runin"
Smon: Jana: "The nearest village is Verius, on the coast..." (where Kal murdered a family not long ago) "...Or we could take the northern cliff path up into the hills and head for Bratanis. Lady Aeschela rules there, she is a cousin of my family and would likely help us. South is the wizard Oriax..." she shudders.
chris107: Dick admits he doesn't possess a whistle
Goonergeezer: "i gots a wisle, took it ov der man i stiffd"
Goonergeezer: kal produces a whistle out of a pocket
chris107: Dick's ears prick up at the thought of meeting a wizard.
Amalric: oooh we're back
Goonergeezer: "der lady arrsshler is gud, der peeple in verus dun lik me verr much"
chris107: (Like his alleged brother Moffet, Dick is facinated by magic.)
Smon: Jana looks at Dick: "Oriax has had friendly dealings with my brother, but he keeps a harem - I fear he would consign me there."
chris107: "Miss.... Will this Oriax have a flying rug do you think?" He asks hopefully
chris107: (Dick isn't sure what a harem is. But feels it's a small price to pay to see a real wizard.)
Amalric: "It looks like Bratanis, then. Priestesses do not belong in harems. Not those of Mitra, at any rate." Lance smiles at Jana
Amalric: (Chris, I rolled a 4 up there for Ythan's hit points, just before Ken rolled his for Maranwe)
chris107: (Dick does the fingers down throat puking gesture behind his back
)Smon: Jana shrugs to Dick. "I don't think so - the Horned Wizard rides a chariot, pulled by naked slave girls. If he had a flying carpet I think he would use it." She nods to Lance and smiles.
chris107: (Okay Graham)
Amalric: Lance looks at Dick and Kal, eyes wide at a chariot pulled by slave girls, but quickly gets past the idea and whistles innocently
chris107: (Dick thinks privately that he can't be much of a wizard who only has girls to pull his chariot. How fast would that be? - He tuts)
Smon: Jana points west across the city to the waterfall that tumbles down from the cliffs. "There is a path north of the waterfall that leads up the cliffs."
chris107: "Any more of those....." Dick wiggles his fingers hopefully at Janna
Smon: Jana frowns: "More what?"
chris107: "You know!...."
chris107: He wiggles his fingers desperately
Goonergeezer: "wurms?"
Amalric: "Tomorrow, Dick, tomorrow."
chris107: Doing a rather poor imitation of spell casting
Amalric: "Let's head for the path by the waterfall, and hope there aren't any more goons with missiles nearby."
Smon: Jana: "I cannot heal again until tomorrow."
chris107: Dick nods sadly
Smon: GM: West from the plaza, past the hole and other ruins, your path is blocked by a canal that runs north from the main flow, exiting into a swamp on the northern edge of the city.
Smon: It looks fairly fast flowing.
Smon: /roll 1d6
Smon rolls 1d6 and gets:
5,Smon: There don't seem to be any intact bridges across it.
chris107: Any sign of a bridge?
chris107: Ah
chris107: "Looks like a stinky swamp to wade through..."
Smon: You could try to swim it, or retrace your steps back to the southern part of the city and try to find a bridge across the main canal that takes you into this north-west quadrant.
Smon: Or you could go north into the swamp.
Amalric: "Bloody Norah..."
chris107: A sly glint comes into Dick's eye
chris107: "South is probably better....."
Amalric: "Yeah, I'm not for swimming today."
chris107: "Don't want our priestess getting muddy feet,"
Smon: map - https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSth_KPgipQq7V7r7Tm8fzGOxULd7RVIPhtkmjmnhEy4Lc1zeIEgWjzgSkNYbgtERtIjisYc6U-EwPLGNH9UhPYRkPPsFtXhw3pXRniyrEUc1LrWwm6FmlRQE_OJY1vfzRlHEB6nHLA_0/s1600/Thracia+city.jpg - you're just west of F, the hole.
Smon: C is the building where you spent last night.
Smon: OK, you head back south, past the Deathwalker temple & over the canal?
Amalric: yes
chris107: That gets Dick's vote
Smon: You head back over a bridge to the south side of the main canal, then head west along its south bank.
Smon: The western cliffs look high overhead, the sound of the waterfall quite thunderous now.
Smon: A path snakes up the cliffs from the city south of the waterfall pool. Jana: "That way leads up into the hills, into Ghul territory... they say the Ghuls are fierce man-eaters."
Smon: Past the north fork of the canal, you soon find another bridge over the canal intact enough to cross.
Smon: /roll 1d6
chris107: "Great!" sighs Dick
Smon rolls 1d6 and gets:
4,Smon: No sign of life.
Amalric: "North it is then."
Goonergeezer: Kal nudges dick and whispers quietly into an ear "soo lowd we cud skweeze wun oot nd dey not here, dey smel it dow"
Smon: You head over the bridge to the north side. A few fat raindrops are beginning to fall, heralding the afternoon rains.
chris107: Dick sniggers
Smon: Jana leads you quickly through the abandoned ruins.
Amalric: Lance watches her arse as she goes
Smon: Soon you reach the bottom of a track that leads up the northern cliffs, about 300' or so from the waterfall's plunge-pool.
Smon: /roll 1d6
Smon rolls 1d6 and gets:
6,Amalric: "No reason to take ourtime, who knows what might be watching. Up we go!"
Smon: Lance has a sense he's being watched, but can see no one.
Smon: Jana nods and follows Lance up the trail, which is steep but well-carved, safe enough in single file.
Amalric: "Trouble everywhere here, let's not tarry."
chris107: Dick is ready to jump into the bushes at the slightest provocation.
Smon: The track winds upwards... twenty minutes later you reach the top unmolested.
Amalric: what do we see from there?
Smon: To the west spreads out the vast Arcadian expanse of the Ghinarian hills, lightly wooded, beautiful and dangerous. To the east you can look out over the ruined city, to the swamp to the north, and far to the east the gleaming ocean.
chris107: Nice
chris107: Dick looks South
Smon: Far to the south-east near the edge of vision is flash of light on the coast. Jana: "The light-tower of Oriax... They say it was built by the Ancients."
chris107: In the folorn hope of seeing a wizard's tower
Smon:
Smon: Map here: https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9pnkXkDLCAtnnU859HjPUeb0VaHR7o212MwCkGiU5haSuZRQ-bMk0Qr7i3n600pkaHWn1BFUnsu6IjwEAQ8sXYkOts5UjlYkYIUVOsmB5Lb-5fs85iL6nTjpRIRL27EHUzJcli2IIfFA/s640/Selatine+Area.bmp
Amalric: "Which way to Bratanis, Jana?"
Smon: On a clear day you could see the smoke of Selatine & Verius. Pity it's raining.
chris107: Straight along the river then?
Smon: Jana points to a trail that runs north of the river as it snakes through the hills, and nods.
Smon: "It's about ten miles... We'll not reach Bratanis before nightfall."
Smon: You head along the trail north of the Thrace river - sometimes along the riverbank, other times detouring around bluffs and patches of marshy ground so the river passes out of sight.
Smon: That afternoon you rest your weary feet after several miles and munch your captured rations. The rain eases off and a hot sun beats down, raising steam from the rocky ground.
Smon: /roll 1d6
Smon rolls 1d6 and gets:
1,Smon: luckily in B/X wilderness encounters are roll high...
Amalric: LOL
chris107: A little pool of grimy rain water settles around the feet of a despondent Dick.
Smon: You see no one, but as you are getting ready to break camp, you spot some odd looking tracks on the edge of the clearing.
Smon: It looks like goat feet, but only two, walking like a man!
chris107: Beastmen?
Smon: The tracks look recent, made since the rain stopped.
Amalric: "Uh-oh..."
Smon: Jana nods. "Satyrs dwell in the hills - half man, half goat! Some say Oriax is descended from them..."
chris107: (Orcus?)
Amalric: "They can be friendly, I think, but they can also be trouble. We must be wary."
Smon: The tracks lead off north into woods, away from your trail.
Smon: Jana nods to Lance.
chris107: Phew
Amalric: "Have you met Oriax, Jana? Does he have hairy goat legs, or does he just not shave often?"
Amalric: "Lets move on quickly."
Goonergeezer: "do dey do gote poo or hooman poo?"
Smon: You start off again down the trail. It shows signs of having once been well used, but now is becoming overgrown.
chris107: "Good question!"
Amalric: Lance looks blank. "That's....actually a good question, Kal. Be sure to ask Oriax if we ever meet him."
Smon: Jana: "I have seen Oriax when he came to Selatine - he has horns like a goat, but walks like a man. He has Orc servants - ugly pig-faced things, sag-bellied..."
Smon: Jana ignores Kal.
chris107: (Dick looks at Kal)
Amalric: "No human should have horns. He may be of the devil. Not that I would say it to his face, not yet..."
Smon: Jana: "He, or his orcs, come to Selatine to sell opals, or slave girls, and buy supplies for his tower..."
chris107: (Wondering if he was ever a servant of Oriax)
Amalric: "Opals? I wonder if the orcs mine them?"
Smon: Jana: "My brother wishes to ally with him against the warlord Yusan..." she yawns.
Amalric: "And he has horns, is a wizard, and employs orcs. Doesn't sound like a saint..."
Smon: "They say he makes his slave girls mine for the opals, while the orcs guard them."
Amalric: "Lets get some distance between us and the satyr tracks, then find a spot to shelter for the night."
chris107: Dick is now sick to meet this exotic!
Amalric: "What a cad!"
chris107: Indeed twists tufts of his greasy hair to resemble tiny horns.
Smon: Jana nods. "There are many legends about Oriax. They say he has a magic mirror that lets him see other worlds, and capture fair maidens for his fiendish pleasure..." GM: As dusk is falling you find a sheltered spot beneath a bluff.
Smon: Jana: "If we press on we could make Bratanis tonight?"
chris107: "A magical mirror?! WOW!"
Amalric: "How much farther?"
chris107: Dick is not much in favour of mirrors but a magical one...
Smon: Jana looks at Dick: "There are many such wonders in these hills... things of the Ancients." To Lance: "A few miles - three or four I think."
Smon: (You're fairly slow in plate armour)
Amalric: "Then lets press on. I don't want to spend the night out here when we could be in a warm bed with a good meal inside us."
chris107: (or with little legs)
Smon: You leave the bluff behind and press on, the trail winding away from the river a ways. Darkness falls.
Smon: Trees rustle in the night wind.
Smon: Somewhere an owl hoots...
chris107:
Smon: /roll 1d6
Smon rolls 1d6 and gets:
3,Smon: The night wind cools you, almost chill.
Smon: Then ahead you see lights glimmer in the valley below. Jana: "Bratanis! We're there!"
chris107: "Yeah!"
Amalric: "Praise to Mitra!" says Lance, winningly
chris107: "Who?" Says Dick dumbly
Amalric: "Let's head on down. Does it look okay, Jana? No orcs in the streets, say?"
Smon: Jana: "Indeed!" She leads you quickly down the trail and through the fields around the village. It's well stockaded and shut tight for the night.
Amalric: "HO, THE VILLAGE!" hails Lance
chris107: (My Otherworld Pig Faced Orcs arrived this week - stunning
)Smon: It's too dark to see if Bratanis is full of orcs, but you can see lights, probably cooking fires, seems peaceful.
Amalric: (Your what, Chris? minis?)
chris107: (Yes)
chris107: (From Otherworld Miniature)
Amalric: "HO, THE VILLAGE!" hails Lance, again
chris107: "OY!" Bellows Dick
Goonergeezer: "OI, open der dors NOW!"
chris107: (Can we gett slung out of two villages in a row?)
Smon: You reach the gates and start yelling. After a few minutes a helmeted head appears over the parapet above. "Who the Hades are you?!"
Amalric: (Probably. Your turn Dick! Oh, wait...
)chris107: "Hello I'm Dick."
Goonergeezer: "Kal, oo is yoo?"
chris107: Dick sticks out a grubby paw.
Amalric: "We are travellers, seeking room for the night. We have a priestess of Mitra with us."
Smon: Jana: "This is Jana Vex of Selatine, to see her cousin the Lady Aeschela of Bratanis!"
Goonergeezer: "she not a hore eiver"
Amalric: "Yes, her. I am Captain Lance Harcourt."
Smon: There's a pause.
chris107: Dick stiffles a giggle
Smon: "Not a whore? Lady Vex seems short in the clothes department!"
Goonergeezer: "yer, i seen her tittys"
chris107: Dick offers her his filthy nicotene stained cloak
Smon: Jana scowls up at the warrior, crossing her arms over her chest. "I know you, Ruggio! Let us in and go fetch your Lady!"
Amalric: "We were assailed on the way, by headhunters, but fought them off. We killed a great many."
chris107: As he lights up a tab end.
Smon: (she has Lance's cloak already)
Goonergeezer: "no we dint"
Goonergeezer: "we ran from der nols"
chris107: "Some fell down that hole Kal. That counts."
Amalric: "Quiet!" hisses Lance
Amalric: "Unless you want an arrow up yer ass."
chris107: "He's right Lance. We did run away from the gnolls."
Goonergeezer: "i not got ass or donkey"
Amalric: "You did, you mean."
chris107: He looks up at the guard. "We did..."
Amalric: (lol Ken)
Smon: "You're quite a load of babblers, aintcha? Hold on..." Ruggio's head disappears from view.
Amalric: "These guys ran from gnolls, I killed many headhunters."
Amalric: "And welcome to my world."
chris107: Dick turns to Kal "We did Kal, didn't we?" he hisses.
Goonergeezer: he dint, he ran wiv us"
Smon: Jana: "I don't like that Ruggio very much. He's common born, but thinks he should rule Bratanis... he's unhappy Aeschela will not marry him."
chris107: Dick nods
Amalric: "Can't blame her on that form."
chris107: Dick does the finger tilting the nose upwards gesture behind lances back
Smon: After a couple minutes the great bolt is drawn back and the heavy gates swing open, revealing three warriors in bronze, two with spears and Ruggio, a lean fellow, with sword. "This way, Lady Jana and all..." he grins at Jana rather lasciviously.
Goonergeezer: "nobby bloke"
chris107: Dick nods
Smon: Ruggio escorts you towards the village long house, which seems much more primitive than the weird Vex mansion.
chris107: "He did run away." He whispers to Ruggio as we pass.
Smon: Ruggio nods down at the Halfling. "I believe you, mate."
Amalric: "I joined your retreat. The gnolls, remember, did not fire on me, so I could not have been said to have fled from a combat when I wasn't in it, can they?"
chris107: Dick feel vindicated
chris107: "They didn't fire at you 'cos you were skulking at the back as usual." Dick says spitefully loudly
Goonergeezer: "dats tru, he woz cackin hesell in der bushes wile we was gettin arrows
chris107: His vindication having been snatched away
Smon: Ruggio escorts you into the long house, through an antechamber to a great central hall, where several women and men are dining, reclined on long couches. One striking dark-haired woman with the curvaceous Vex physique is clearly in charge. Jana: "Aeschela, cousin! It has been too long..." Aeschela nods: "Welcome, Jana. Who are these others?"
chris107: "Hello I'm Dick"
chris107: He offers a grubby hand
Amalric: Lance rolls his eyes
Smon: Aeschela - https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDqSwnDROI8uG6QsjbVWhjfS53Ifk4WvqUkL0-isPlqEpN5HMt5tR7PfHASJvYzPJczlqbYG4hqGzFnDImxlJI-k5nouevIuDHFJtfy9rlFzOuQHwmxCW0nWepB0JgnxpBABk76VWgymk/s320/Aeschela,+Lady+of+Bratanis.jpg
Goonergeezer: "Kal, yoo got ene rat to eet?"
chris107: "Very pleased I'm sure."
Smon: The noblewoman looks at the proferred hand...
Smon: /roll 2d6
Smon rolls 2d6 and gets:
1, 6, = 7 Amalric: Lance ignores the two stooges and waits for Jana to introduce him
chris107: Good lord that swim suit isn't really up to the job is it?
Smon: It's trying.
chris107: Dick offers his grimy cloak as the lady obviously can't afford clothes that fit
Smon: Uncertainly Aeschela shakes Dick's hand, then wipes her own on the couch.
Amalric: a valiant effort!
chris107: (Though I'm struggling to imagine what would fit those in)
Smon: Jana: "This is my love, Captain Lance, a great hero of Modron. These other two are... I don't know, exactly."
chris107: "Sniggers at 'great hero')
Amalric: "A pleasure to meet you, milady."
Smon: /roll 2d6+1
Smon rolls 2d6+1 and gets:
5, 1, (+1) = 7 Smon: Aeschela proffers her hand to Lance, smiling slightly.
Smon: "you also, Captain."
Amalric: Lance grins his best CHA 17 smile
Smon: CHA check
Amalric rolls 1d20 and gets:
15,Amalric: good enough
Goonergeezer: "Kal, if yoo need newon stiffed of tortered den arsk mee"
Smon: The noble lady smiles back as Lance kisses her hand in the correct etiquette.
chris107: Dick apes Lances smile with his 7 Charisma teeth
Smon: She seems quite distracted, but glances over at Kal. "Oh? Perhaps you could dispose of Yusan for us?" Her courtiers guffaw.
chris107: "He will missus."
chris107: Dick jumps to his friends deffence
Smon: Ruggio snickers. "Don't listen to her - Yusan'd have your guts afore you ever set eyes on his fortress, mate!"
Goonergeezer: kal walks up the the nearest courier "dis usan?" grabs him by the collar and raises a fist
Goonergeezer: courtier
Smon: "Ow!" says the elderly man. Aeschela: "No! Put him down!"
Amalric: "These two are decent chaps, milady, despite their appearance and manners." Lance whispers to Aeschala
chris107: Dick groans inwardly
Smon: Aeschela raises an eyebrow to Lance. "Oh? Really?"
Goonergeezer: kal goes to the next courtier and repeats
Amalric: "Well, most of the time. KAL! Put them down, and stop that!"
chris107: Dick looks to snaffle food before we're ejected, again!
Smon: Aeschela: "Ruggio!" The warrior steps forward and puts a hand on Kal's shoulder. "None of these toga-wearers is Yusan, mate."
Goonergeezer: "wot won usan den?"
Goonergeezer: "O, OK den, yoo got fud?"
chris107: Any sandwiches or pies laying around?
Goonergeezer: "nd hores?"
Amalric: "Jana?" Lance looks to the priestess, pleadingly.
Smon: Aeschela breathes a sigh of relief as Kal ceases threatening her household, then sighs at the mention of 'hores'. "Er... only the serving girls, but they are not... not to be molested."
Goonergeezer: "wel den fud wil do den"
Goonergeezer: Kal sits down and waits foir the food
chris107: (Dick wonders why Kal want's an equine companion)
Smon: Jana glares at Kal. "These two are savages, cousin, but they aided us in battling the Deathwalkers of Thracia. Could we stay here while they heal from their wounds?"
Smon: Aeschela: "Please... help yourself to dinner..." She waves at the platters of fruits, bread and meats.
chris107: (Whispers to Kal "Aided us? Get Her"
chris107: Dick doesn't need telling twice
Goonergeezer: Kal pulls a sack out of his backpack and starts loading it up
chris107: With every fourth handfull going into his loot sack for later consuption
Amalric: (Ken, I just laughed out loud!)
Goonergeezer: plus any golden or silver platters if there are any
Amalric: "Guys, just eat. Don't. Take. Anything. Else."
Smon: Ruggio and his guards watch Kal, as he takes a silver platter he speaks: "Put back the tableware, mate."
Smon: Jana blanches. "I'm sorry Aeschela, I did not realise they..."
Smon: Aeschela: "Ruggio, escort those two to the stable, where they may rest the night."
chris107: Dick increases his rate of consumtion dramaticaly incase its cut short
Goonergeezer: her,her,her,her "dey cal me stoopid, not tabelware, s'plate"
Smon: Ruggio moves forward, hand on his sword. "You two, with me." He nods to Kal & Dick.
chris107: Dicks sack bulges with cake and pies
Goonergeezer: kal drops the p[late to the floor but continues to fill his sack
Smon: Ruggio leans forward and whispers to Kal. "I'll send you a whore later, right?"
chris107: And he grabs a couple of bottles of beer on his way out. "Thanks Missus." He waves good bye
Goonergeezer: still filling the sack he follows ruggio
Amalric: Lance stands with his eyes closed, holding the bridge of his nose in despair
Goonergeezer: "fanks mate" out loud "he gonna get me hores"
chris107: "There'll be loads in the stable Kal."
Smon: Ruggio sighs, rolling his eyes.
chris107: "That's where these top drawer sorts keep 'um."
Goonergeezer: (sorry, tears rolling down my face at the mo)
chris107: (Poor Captain Lance)
Amalric: (it is brilliant, I have to say!)
Smon: Once Ruggio, his men, Kal & Dick are out of the devastated dining room, Jana turns to Aeschela. "I'm terribly sorry, I did not realise they were so uncouth..." Aeschela waves a hand. "Think nothing of it, Jana my dear... mercenaries are often rough sorts."
chris107: (A warm dry stable, loads of beer and sandwiches. Dick's in heaven
)Amalric: "I can only apologise. They are base men, but - like most mercenaries, as you say - they are good in a tight spot."
Smon: Ruggio escorts Kal and Dick to a dark stable block that smells strongly of horse sweat and manure. "In there."
chris107: "Are you sure the horses wont mind?"
chris107: "The smell
"Goonergeezer: "dey get uss to it"
Smon: Aeschela nods to Lance. "Well, let's just keep them out of the dining hall in future, eh? Poor Iglaruis is in quite a state!" She indicates the old man Kal seized firt.
Amalric: "An excellent notion, milady. I have no complaints."
Amalric: "Actually, I quite welcome the idea!"
Smon: The old man is rubbing his neck, looking pale.
Smon: Aeschela bids Lance & Jana sit and dine with her.
Amalric: Lance moves across to him, and touches him gently on the shoulder. "My sincerest apologies, my good man. I hope you will feel better in the morning."
Amalric: Lance then joins the two ladies for dinner
Smon: Jana: "Forgive my appearance, cousin. My brother was wrothful at us, and exiled me from Selatine..." Aeschela smiles: "He was Vexed?"
Smon: Iglaruis nods to Lance. "Think nothing of it, quite alright, really..." he rubs his neck.
Amalric: Lance snorts, despite himself, then quickly recovers, clearing his throat as if his wine has gone down the wrong way
Smon: Jana grimaces. "Yes."
Smon: At the stable, Ruggio sees his guests in, then withdraws. Dick and Kal hear the sound of the door being bolted, locking them in the dark stable with a half dozen horses in their stalls.
Smon: (will need to finish soon, v tired)
Amalric: (okay with me)
chris107: "he's worried about our safety Kal, locking all the villains out."
chris107: (That's fine Simon)
Smon: Aeschela: "I'm sorry to hear you've been exiled, Jana. Of course you're welcome to stay here as long as you wish. There's certainly lots to do... goblins in the old monastery ruins; Yusan's men sniffing around, you know..."
Smon: "Plenty to keep your mercenaries occupied."
Smon: Aeschela turns to Lance and smiles brightly. "Now, you must tell me all about yourself!"
chris107: (Haha this should be entertaining!)
Amalric: "We came here by way of ancient Thracia, seeking a golden idol. I'm sorry to say there were too many foes for us small band, though we did give them something to think about."
Amalric: (mostly laughter, in the case of the gnolls)
chris107: (
)Amalric: "Me? I am a pi....a ship captain, from far distant Modron. Sailing the high seas, and all that - a life of derring-do!"
Smon: Aeschela smiles: "How exciting! You must have many adventures to relate..." Jana looks slightly put out by her cousin's interest in Lance.
Smon: Dick and Kal have been locked in the stable half an hour or so when there's a faint knock on the door, and a female voice: "Uh, hello? Anyone there?"
Amalric: Lance notices Jana's expression. Aeschela is quite a looker herself, but for now...
Amalric: "Quite a few, yes. But...forgive me, it is rather late, and we have had a very long day. Might there be somewhere we can bed down for the night?"
chris107: "Shhhh! We're trying to sleep in here!"
Amalric: (haha!)
Goonergeezer: "is yoo der hore"
Smon: Aeschela nods to Lance. "Oh, of course! I shall have the guest chamber made ready... You share a bed?" Jana blushes and nods.
Smon: @Dick and Kal - the voice replies: "It's Ellen from the Bratanis Inn - Ruggio said you wanted beer? I have two baskets..."
Goonergeezer: "cum on in"
Smon: D&K hear the bolt being drawn, then the door opens, revealing a curvaceous vision of loveliness carrying two wicker baskets heavy laden with flasks of beer...
chris107: "Yum!"
chris107: Dick gets stuck in
Goonergeezer: "fank yoo, sit wiv us....pleez
Smon: Ellen the barmaid - https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsZeMEPn_2sU95CCeX2bH_srAmxhwz2_D4Ozl6V6SgIoTC0zNQgHtKOME13oXCauXvql1EqQi5AFZqtgfhasmbTwmFg0159uDgoDT6kV4OoINFjX6ONE4aCQ6_crdaLTpEX1M3sIiUNwg/s320/Ellen.png- think I googled Cleavage a while back
Smon: /roll 2d6
Smon rolls 2d6 and gets:
4, 6, = 10 Goonergeezer: kal is being very unthreatening
Smon: Ellen actually enters the stable!
Amalric: (and that came up? what were the chances?!)
Goonergeezer: nad quite timid
Smon: Ellen sits down, smiling a little nervously at the odd fellows. "Ruggio said you were rough sorts, but you seem nice..." she smiles a bit nervously. "Her ladyship sent you out here, eh?"
Goonergeezer: "wil yoo sit wiv me and tel me a storee bout llves nd wud fowk till i go sleep?"
chris107: Dick munches and guzzles away
Smon: In the longhouse, a maidservat escorts Jana and Lance to a nicely appointed guest chamber with a washbowl, spare togas and a broad bed.
Goonergeezer: "nnd i cudle yoo.....pleez" Kal looks at her with eyes that could belong to a child
Smon: Ellen looks at Kal. "llves nd wud fowk? I don't understand..."
Smon: /roll 2d6
Smon rolls 2d6 and gets:
6, 6, = 12 Amalric: "Many thanks," says Lance to the servant, even though he probably doesn't have to
Amalric: "After you, Jana my dear" he says, indicating the washbowl
Smon: Kal is getting some very unlikely positive reactions tonight, that's Enthusiastic Friendship :D. Ellen nods and smiles to Kal...
Smon: Gonna quit there.
Goonergeezer: kal thinks hard"elves ......and, wood....fowk, peeples"
Smon: Ellen nods. "Oh, elves!"
Smon: finis
chris107: Thanks for the game Simon/Guys, great fun as always
Smon: gonna post log now
Smon: yup, had fun. Lucky no dying tonight!
Goonergeezer: indeed, thank you very much simon
chris107: Very lucky!
Goonergeezer: and chris and graham
chris107: Cheers chaps. See you next wek.
Smon: cya next week, 7.30pm again
Amalric: yep, thanks all, some rip-roaringly funny times tonight!
chris107: G'night
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