XP:
Tor Caradoc 50+929=979/2700
Bjornalf Brighteyes 50/300
Hakeem Greywolf 150/300
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Smon: @ath - you can get 10 spikes from the smith for 1gp and a small hammer for 1gp, yup.
chris107: Pah! Roasted boar! Washed down with good brown beer!
atherton: ok I'll go for a hammer big enough to be slung
Smon: A throwable hammer is 2gp, 1d4 dmg, rng 20'/60'.
atherton: I'll take that
chris107: Who 'you playing Athers?
Kjato Ragfoot: Perhaps it was a very old boar, that would taste like iron rations.
atherton: Tor
atherton: a dwarf from Thunderhold
chris107: Hi Kjato
Smon: I'll start you off in the Redeye Inn. Bjornalf Brighteyes is still nursing his bruises, having been washed ashore a few days ago and picked up from below the cliffs by a fishing coracle.
chris107: Thanks Dave.
Smon: Hakeem has just come down from the Ghinarian Hills, having presented a slaughtered wild goat to the gate-guard, a traditional gift for safe passage.
chris107:
Smon: And Tor arrived on the Buxom Wench this afternoon and has spent the rest of the day shopping in town for supplies.
Smon: The sun is setting in the west, a red light filtering through the inn's open windows as she begins to fill up mostly with farmers and fishermen finished with the day's labours.
chris107: (I kind of hope that Hakeem never has to shop. I'd like him to get by on killed stuff and stuff he takes from killed stuff)
atherton: well having espied a couple of honest (simple and easily duped) fellow adventurers, I'll engage them in conversation
chris107: "A bearded child!"
Kjato Ragfoot: I am not bruised! That are inward tatoos!
chris107: "Civiliszation is indeed full of many wonders!"
atherton: "Greetings wildman, where do you come from, maybe you would like an ale?"
Smon: A shapely dark haired girl in a blue dress is serving ouzo at the bar, where sits Hakeem & Bjornalf, Tor approaches the Skandik and the Altanian.
chris107: "A fine idea. You may call me wolf bearded child. Does your mother know you are out at the tavern?"
atherton: I'll order an ouzo for the wildman
atherton: and maybe one for the Skandik as well
Smon: "2 coppers, sir."
atherton: I tip the girl
chris107: Hakeem looks at the tiny thimble full. Wondering when the drink's arriving.
atherton: "dost thou know of the fabled city of Thracia Wolf?, I am Tor, dwarven warror of Stronghold in the remote north"
atherton: "beer girl!, if you have any" I call out to the serving girl
Kjato Ragfoot: Yes! And something to drink as well!
chris107: Hakeem looks stunned. He has heard tell of the wee folk of the hills but never imagined them to be true.
atherton: "and you worthy Skandik, what brings you to these parts?"
Kjato Ragfoot: Ah. Love. Sailing. Drowning. And empty pockets.
Smon: At a large side table, a beautiful blonde serving-slave clad only in a silk loincloth is serving tankards of what looks like ale to a half dozen men in grey robes - pilgrims by the look of them. They have a distinctly battered look about them, the leader is a large jowly fellow with a fresh bruise on his bald pate.
chris107: Hakeem nods sadly at the mention of empty pockets.
chris107: "Hey fatty! Who bruised your ugly head?"
chris107: Asks Hakeem tactlessly
atherton: "empty pockets, well ... "
Smon: The dark haired girl nods to Hakeem, pouring him a large mug of dark ale. "Four coppers sir."
chris107: Hakeem points at the Dwarf
atherton: "I may be able to remedy that. I seek the legendary city of Thracia"
atherton: I pay the coppers
Kjato Ragfoot: What is so legendary about that city?
atherton: "I'm seeking partners to recover its lost treasures"
chris107: (Has Hakeem heard about legendary Thracia?)
Kjato Ragfoot: I only know about sunken Thule, but that is said to be far to the north, sunk beneath the ice.
atherton: "only ruins there now, but they say once it was a bustling city"
Smon: The fat man looks over at Hakeem, wincing. "Goblins! They have infested the Shrine of St Ulther! We were driven from there with cudgels! Ow!"
atherton: "the beastmen fight the death warriors now and all factions now look away from the city"
Kjato Ragfoot: Bjornalf laughs heartily. "Why didn't you simply slay the goblins? Did you gods abandon you for being to weak being worth their attention?"
Smon: Fat man: "And the priestess says the Lord of Selatine is away on business! There is none here to avenge us! A sorry day!"
chris107: "Perhaps we can slay these Goblins on our way to sack Tor's city?"
chris107: "If the price is right of course." (and they call Barbarians dumb)
Kjato Ragfoot: Hmm. Yeah. And there might be treasure in the church we might steal.
chris107:
Smon: The pilgrim glares at Bjornalf. "We are peaceful pilgrims, not warriors! It is not our business to fight such brutes!"
chris107: A big and wicked grin creases Hakeems face at the thought of slaughter AND treasure.
chris107: It is not a pretty sight
Smon: Fat Man: "I had to throw gold to the Goblins to aid our escape - kill them and you may have it..."
Kjato Ragfoot: Killing goblins for gold does not sound that bad.
Smon: Fat Man: "And perhaps Priestess Vex would have additional reward for you, since she would not send men to aid us, it is really the least she could do..."
chris107: 1 min chaps, the eclipse is starting. Have a great view right down the Avon valley
atherton: "the city is only a days march from here"
atherton: "perhaps we could assay the city first and then stop by the shrine on the way back?"
chris107: (Ouch all I got is sore eyes :()
Smon: Further along the bar sits an old farmer nursing an ouzo. The left side of his scalp is missing, replaced with a mass of scar tissue. He listens with interest to the goings-on.
chris107: "Nay a few goblins will oil my blade well on the way."
chris107: (And the gold will be very welcome too)
chris107: "Your ruins have stood for many a year Tor. They will be there in the morning."
Smon: The farmer whistles softly. "Ye all are venturers? Heading Thracia way? I can tell ye a thing or two 'bout that place..."
Kjato Ragfoot: What did you call me???!!??
Smon: "And about the Crypt of Ulther, too. Why, all the ruins round these parts, Scalpy Jack is the man to ask!" He grins.
atherton: "well tell us about them over another ouzo" I order him a drink
chris107: "Scalpy Jack?! A fine name for one so horridly scarred! Who took your locks old fellow?"
Smon: Hakeem pays his coppers. The blonde slave girl heads into the kitchen to tend the stew-pot.
chris107: Hakeem does?
Smon: Scalpy grins. "Beastmen! I was a pack-bearer for a bunch of venturers much like yerself. They left me fer dead."
chris107: Hakeem looks impressed.
Kjato Ragfoot: Clever.
Smon: (sorry, I see Tor was paying upthread)
chris107: (Phew)
Smon: Tor pays his 2cp and the girl pours Jack a drink. "Thanks Serani, thank ee Mister dwarf" says Jack.
chris107: "Tell us more Scalpy. All you know of ancient Thrcia and this shrine to a piddling saint."
Smon rolls 1d20+5 and gets: [13] 13, (+5) = 18
Smon: Jack: "Mr dwarf has the right of it. The city is vast, but the caverns beneath vaster still, full of wonders like the Pool of Watery Wonders that's said to grant safety - we were seeking it when the Beastmen overtook us..."
chris107: "Pool of Watery Wonders?!" Hakeem gasps in true astonishment.
Kjato Ragfoot: Watery sounds always good.
Smon: "Hope for your sakes their war with the Deathwalkers has depleted their numbers. At any rate we've not had a raid since last year...Ye know they broke in to the shrine, stole the gold statue of Apollo? Things haven't been the same since..."
atherton: "we must go there" I gasp, shaking Hakeem's arm
Kjato Ragfoot: How big is this Apollo?
chris107: Hakeem eyes glow with acquisitive lust at the mention of a whole statue made of gold.
Smon: Jack: "Ah, about a foot."
atherton: "forget this country shrine and its yokel worshippers, gold awaits us in the city!"
chris107: "Is this Apollo a big fat fellow like yonder priest?"
Smon: Jack: "If yer going there, seek out the ruined temple of Zeus by the reflecting pool, but watch out for the sentries! The Beastmen keep archers in the trees."
Smon: Jack: "Apollo? Fat? Naw. Slim, like most gods."
chris107: (OOC I'd rather get used to the system agin a few goblins first than jump right into Thracia. Happy to go there anytime, would just like to start gently)
chris107: Hakeem looks sad that the golden statue won't be fat.
atherton: (OOC I say we hit the city on a preiminary raid first, no need to dig in too deep)
Smon: The bar girl Serani is joined by a stout fellow with red mutton-chops - they kiss. Jack: "Evening, Mr Aldo." Aldo Redeye nods. "Evening Jack, gentlemen."
chris107: (OOC - having tried that with the last few characters and dying horridly I'm not sure. There are a lot of bad ass stuff there.)
Kjato Ragfoot: Yeah. Let's take that shrine first, to get used to fight alongside each other.
Smon: Serani goes into the kitchen; the blonde slave emerges carrying platters of stew for the pilgrims' table.
chris107: Hakeem looks on bemused. He had no idea that daughters kissed their fathers in such a way.
Smon: Jack nods. "Very wise. Goblins are weaker than Beastmen."
atherton: (OOC Kjato, I don't want to get side tracked by another quest, lets hit the city)
Kjato Ragfoot: Bjornal will walk over to the pilgrims and hit the leader strongly on the back.
Smon: (Keep it IC please)
Kjato Ragfoot: Hey old chap. Tell me more about those goblins and the temple of yours.
Smon: The fat man coughs a gobbet of mutton as Bjornal whacks him on the back. He blinks.
Kjato Ragfoot: Maybe, just maybe we pass it on our way and slaughter some goblins for sports.
chris107: Hakeem joins Bjornalf to hear more.
atherton: I'm going to question Jack regarding approaches to the city and the general lay of the land
Smon: "*cough* Why yes, warrior... It lies on the bluffs on the far side of the Selatine Plain, north of Oriax's tower. St Ulther of course was the first to master the ancient magics of the Lighthouse, saving many a ship from the rocks..."
chris107: "Come Tor. We'll rape your ancient city of gold 'for long. Lets slay these Goblins first. I hear tell your folk have no love for 'em?"
atherton: "perhaps we could recruit them?"
Kjato Ragfoot: Oh. A lighthouse god? Did not know you southies had them. Perhaps you are not that bad after all!
chris107: (Will this chap sketch us a map to the place on the back of a beer mat?)
atherton: "we could offer them a few gold coins to carry our equipment to the city"
atherton: "probably more than they'd get from holding up a rural shrine for a month"
chris107: "I'd rather start my mountain of skulls with a few goblin heads."
atherton: "deep down goblins are decent folk"
chris107: h
Smon: (OOC new PC keeps deleting my lines, sorry for delays)
atherton: "knew a few from the city of the Invincicle Overlord. They do the street cleaning there you know"
chris107: Hakeem looks at the strange dwarf with astonishment.
Kjato Ragfoot: We can slay some goblins and offer the remaining to let them live if they carry our loot?
chris107: "I heard tell that the wee folk of the mountains were fierce warriors and enemies of goblin kind.?"
atherton: "the carrot and the stick approach, sound reasoning Skandik"
Smon: The fat man smiles to Bjornalf, offering a hand. "Why yes, St Ulther was a great Saint of Mitra in ancient days! I am Borgus, deacon of Mitra."
atherton: "we are, but fighting goblins over some rural shrine won't fill our pockets with gold"
chris107: "So we leave at dawn to clear the shrine?"
atherton: "they'll see sense, of cause they'll run when they get to the city"
Kjato Ragfoot: I am Bjornalf the Sailor. Nice to meet you. People who guide sailors home are always welcome!
chris107: If so Hakeem will spill 6 gold coins onto the bar to pay for beer all round. If you're going to fight you want the gods smiling upon your venture.
Smon: Deacon Borgus: "Follow the southern track 8 miles across the plain. Before you reach Oriax's Tower, a path to the right leads towards the cliffs. The old shrine lies atop the cliffs, but we entered the mausoleum at the lower entrance, the caves at the base of the cliffs..."
atherton: "lets get an early night fellow adventurers, for tomorrow the shrine and hopefully the city await us"
Smon: The Innkeeper's eyes light up at the sight of the six gold coins. He scoops them up. "Drinks all round on the Altanian gentleman!"
chris107: Hakeem will booze and carouse well into the wee small hours
atherton: I'll go to bed early
Kjato Ragfoot: Bjornalf will stay for carousing.
atherton: and dream fevered dreams of gold
chris107: Immersing himself in a convenient horse trough in the morning to bring himself around.
Smon: Aldo: "We have private rooms... Malenn, come over here and attend to this noble gentleman!"
chris107: Lots of dancing on tables, quaffing of ale and fondling the local girls complete his evening
Smon: The curvaceous blonde comes over, looking appraisingly at Hakeem, brushes hair from her eyes and sits on his lap.
Smon rolls 1d20+3 and gets: [20] 20, (+3) = 23
chris107: Then he's ready to do some slaying
Smon: And apparently by dawn she is madly in love with him.
chris107: She's only human
chris107: Hakeem is eager to be off slaying. A firm slap on her rump and he's away.
Smon: Hakeem wakes nestled in arms of the naked blonde wench, while Bjornalf has a quieter time chatting with the pilgrims about sailing matters.
Smon: Next morning you assemble downstairs, Hakeem's gold having paid for your rooms.
Smon: Aldo Redeye serves you morning gruel. Aldo: "If you see any of Oriax's Orcs down there, best be polite. They're ordered not to attack, unless in defence... but they take that pretty liberal."
Smon: Aldo: "Ye know about Oriax, right? The mad wizard?"
chris107: More skulls!
Kjato Ragfoot: Oriax?
atherton: "we're not here to fight orcs, we're here for the gold wildman"
atherton: "yes who is Oriax?"
chris107: Hakeem looks at the dwarf steadily.
Smon: Aldo: "The Horned Wizard of the Lighthouse - they say he has a magic mirror through which he seizes treasure and girls from other worlds... The Orcs work fer him. Often they come here to Selatine to sell the slave girls for supplies..."
chris107: "That mirror sounds useful. Maybe we should burn this fellows tower down and steal it?"
atherton: "it would be unwise to annoy such a one as powerful as that Hakeem"
Smon: Aldo: "They say he's the reason Warlord Yusan can't just march north against us...that he protects us, in a way."
atherton: (OOC its dinner here, Chris can roll for me. Back in 30 minutes)
Kjato Ragfoot: Maybe we can rent his mirror for some time, if we share the plunder from other worlds with him?
chris107: NP
Smon: Aldo looks at Hakeem. (ok ath)
chris107: A fine idea Bjornalf
chris107: "Don't look so worried barkeep! I'll not slay your wizardling - yet..." He goes off laughing heartily.
Smon: GM: You finish your breakfast. Malenn the buxom blonde slavegirl comes downstairs, smiling dreamily at Hakeem. Aldo grins. "First time I've seen that one smile since I bought her! You'll make her forget her lost love!"
chris107: Swinging his mighty blade to stretch his muscles.
chris107: "A fine wench."
chris107: "Shall we away and kill us some Goblins?"
Smon: You assemble outside the Inn, Hakeem practicing with his mighty sword. A small crowd gathers, among them the gangly youth Pollyakkus, and a shapely young woman in the gold & white robes of a priestess of Mitra-Apollo.
Kjato Ragfoot: Yes. Nothing better to start a day.
chris107: I knew I'd like this Norseman!
Smon: She steps forwards. "I am Jana Vex, Priestess of Apollo. Deacon Borgus tells me you will cleanse the Shrine of St Ulther. My thanks."
chris107: "And your gold lady?"
Smon: Jana nods to Pollyakkus, who steps forward with a platter on which sit three gourds. "I have prepared three healing potions to aid your quest."
chris107: "A fine gift indeed. My thanks."
Smon: Pollyakkus steps forward, offering the trio the potions.
chris107: One each?
Kjato Ragfoot: Good to see people who can estimate the worth of a lighthouse.
Kjato Ragfoot: Bjornals friendly clasps Pollyakkus thankfuly on the shoulder.
Smon: (You can take one each)
chris107: Hakeem wraps his carefully in his wolfskin
Smon: Pollyakkus smiles at Bjornalf, as does the lovely Jana. Jana: "Borgus says you are a friend of St Ulther. May I know your name?"
Kjato Ragfoot: (Bjornals puts his into his spell component pouch.)
Kjato Ragfoot: I am Bjornalf Brighteyes, Sailor of Solthorp.
10:06am 2015-3-20 prespos Has entered the room
chris107: Hi John
prespos: hi Smon, Ath, Chris, Kjato
Smon: hi Prespos - just starting my new 5e campaign.
chris107: Others is off eating his lunch. We're about to slay some Goblins.
Smon: Jana nods to Bjornalf and smiles. "I will pray for your success."
prespos: just waking up :yawn:
prespos:
Kjato Ragfoot: Haha. I am sure Apollo is always keeping an eye on you!
chris107: Did we get directions to the lower caverns too or just to the shrine?
Kjato Ragfoot: Thus, your prayer will be helpful.
Smon: Jana: "Do you wish Pollyakkus to escort you to the catacombs of St Ulther?"
chris107: "That would be helpful indeed."
Smon: (Jana blushes slightly at Bjornalf's comment about Apollo)
Smon: Pollyakkus gulps nervously, but nods. "F-follow me..."
chris107: Off we go then!
Kjato Ragfoot: Hei Ho! Hei Ho! Goblin slaying we go!
Smon: The youth leads you to the western gate, where a guard in bronze cuirass & helm opens the gate.
Smon: Outside you see fields being tilled, further off shepherds with their sheep.
chris107: (SSimon - how does 'Rage' work? Do I have to be cross? Or do I just kind of get cross?)
Kjato Ragfoot: Say Pollyakkus, do you often go slaying goblins?
Smon: Pollyakkus leads you down the south-western path, through the fields and out onto grassy heathland roamed by sheep.
Smon: (Rage - yes, it ends on any turn where you don't attack & are not attacked. You can enter it at will 2/day)
chris107: (Thanks)
prespos:
Smon: Pollyakkus: "Er, no... I'll be staying outside. You'll need a rear watch, right?"
Smon: He smiles weakly.
Kjato Ragfoot: Bjornalf puts an arm around Pollyakkus shoulders.
Smon: Pollyakkus: "Don't waste those potions... Mitra has given me some healing powers, Praise Be."
Kjato Ragfoot: Ah. Your first goblin hunt. We'll make a man out of you yet!
chris107: Hakeem slaps him on the back playfully "Worry not twiglet! We'll keep you safe."
Smon: Pollyakkus staggers.
Smon rolls 1d6 and gets: [6] 6,
Kjato Ragfoot: Just imagine how Jana will beam at you proudly when you tell her about all the goblins you've slain.
Smon: heh
Smon: You have walked for about an hour, some three miles, when you see ahead of you people approaching.
chris107: Humans?
Smon: A coffle of twelve buxom naked female slaves, escorted by four thick-set, brutish humanoids with whips and serrated swords - Orcs!
chris107: Hakeem scowls at the orcs
Smon: The slave coffle is roped together, two orcs on each side. They approach you at an easy pace, the grey-skinned Orcs watching you suspiciously.
Kjato Ragfoot: (What is a coffle?)
chris107: Aline of slaves
Smon: Pollyakkus: "Don't make any sudden movements..."
Smon: (line of slaves roped together)
chris107: And smiles at the naked ladies
Smon: Pollyakkus: "We better get off the trail, let them past..." He nods respectfully at the largest Orc.
Kjato Ragfoot: Ah, that are the infamous Oxian orcs?
Smon: The girls look fearful, but a couple smile back at Hakeem
chris107: Hakeem doesn't move. They can walk around.
Kjato Ragfoot: I can see why that Oxian wants to keep his mirror...
Smon: Pollyakkus nods. "Aye... " The biggest Orc approaches Hakeem.
Smon: Orc: "Out way, Human!"
Smon: Its red eyes glare at Hakeem.
chris107: Hakeem spits at his feet. "Go around Orc."
Smon: It's about 6'4", broad-shouldered.
Smon: The Orc snarls at the challenge and draws its blade...
chris107: Quick as a flash Hakeem will cut it's head off with his huge blade
chris107:
Smon: Hakeem roll d20+2 dex check
Smon rolls 1d20 and gets: [12] 12,
Kjato Ragfoot: Two golds on Hakeem winning within three rounds!
chris107 rolls 1d20+2 and gets: [12] 12, (+2) = 14
chris107: (14 Dex)
Smon: Hakeem is faster than the Orc. Do you want to Rage?
chris107: (Is high always good in 5e?)
Smon: yes
chris107: No I won't rage.
chris107: So to attack I roll a d20 and add my +5?
Smon: ok, roll d20+5 to hit
chris107: Needing to get his A/C or higher?
Smon: need 13
Smon: yes
chris107 rolls 1d20+5 and gets: [18] 18, (+5) = 23
Smon: hit!
Smon: 2d6+3 I think
chris107 rolls 2d6+3 and gets: [2] 2, [5] 5, (+3) = 10
Smon: Hakeem strikes the Orc a mighty blow. It staggers, snarls, and strikes back...
chris107: A/C15
Smon rolls 1d20+5 and gets: [14] 14, (+5) = 19
Smon: It cuts Hakeem
Smon rolls 1d8+3 and gets: [5] 5, (+3) = 8
Smon: 8 dmg, Hakeem at 7 hp.
chris107: 7/15HP
chris107: No he gets cross
chris107: Now
Smon: The other 3 orcs watch Bjornalf, Pollyakkus & Tor.
Smon: Hakeem gets Angry.
Kjato Ragfoot: Bjornalf tries to convince the 3 orcs to bet with him on the outcome.
Smon rolls 1d20+5 and gets: [4] 4, (+5) = 9
Smon: The orcs just glare at Bjornalf.
Smon: Hakeem can attack.
chris107 rolls 1d20+5 and gets: [2] 2, (+5) = 7
chris107:
Smon: The orc leader parries and ripostes...
Smon rolls 1d20+5 and gets: [9] 9, (+5) = 14
Smon: miss
chris107: Phew!
chris107 rolls 1d20+5 and gets: [2] 2, (+5) = 7
chris107: Bloody hell!
Smon: Hakeem's pantherish reflexes keep him alive for a moment, but the orc parries again, strikes again...
Smon rolls 1d20+5 and gets: [19] 19, (+5) = 24
Smon: *stab*
Smon rolls 1d8+3 and gets: [7] 7, (+3) = 10
prespos:
chris107: Hakeem shows no sign of pain
Smon: 10/2=5 dmg
chris107: 2/15HP
Smon: Hakeem at 2 hp
chris107 rolls 1d20+5 and gets: [10] 10, (+5) = 15
Smon: The 3 orcs are yelling: "Grrarrr! Finish him!"
Smon: But Hakeem strikes first, a deadly blow...
chris107 rolls 2d6+3 and gets: [4] 4, [3] 3, (+3) = 10
Smon: hit
Smon: The greatsword takes the orc commander in the throat, severing most of the neck.
Smon: The body staggers back, arms flailing, then crumples.
chris107: Hakeem smiles at the lovely ladies
Smon: The other three take a step back, away from Hakeem!
chris107: And spits on the Orc corpse.
chris107: "Now walk around."
Smon: A red-haired slave woman, older than the rest, cries out to Hakeem: "Save us! Ow!" - an orc lashes her back.
Smon: The orcs look at Hakeem. "We walk round..."
chris107: Hakeem allows them to walk around. He's not here to rescue slaves after all. (Nothing to do with having 2 HP left)
Smon: The orcs whip the slave coffle off the track, directing it around Hakeem, while giving him a wide birth.
chris107: (Nice fast bloody combat - love it )
Smon: (Hakeem got 100 XP btw, 1/3 to 2nd level!)
chris107:
chris107: Any loot on the big orc once his pals are out of sight?
Kjato Ragfoot: Well done Hakeem, those orcs won't harass us again.
chris107: And didn't Pollyakkus mention some thing about healing spells?
atherton: "we might have to pay the sorceror out for killing his commander" I grumble
chris107: Or do we sit and have a good rest, clean the wounds etc?
Smon rolls 1d100 and gets: [13] [13] 13,
chris107: (Is that how the healing mechanism works?)
Smon: The orc had a pouch of copper coins.
Smon rolls 5d6 and gets: [2] 2, [1] 1, [2] 2, [5] 5, [2] 2, = 12
Smon: 12 in all - drinking money.
chris107: Yeah!
Smon: GM: Yes you can break for lunch (1 hr) and tend wounds to use your Healing Die, recover 1d12+3 hp
chris107: cool
chris107 rolls 1d12+3 and gets: [11] 11, (+3) = 14
chris107: 15/15HP
atherton: what waepons does the orc have?
chris107: Hakeem stretches gracefully. Shrugging of the scratches dealt by the Orc.
Smon: You take a break, Hakeem cleans and dresses his wounds and is soon feeling fine, just shallow cuts (tomorrow you get your healing die back)
Smon: The orc had a soft leather whip, the kind that won't scar flesh, and a heavy sword (1d8 dmg)
atherton: I take them both and hide them somewhere
Smon: Its serrated blade is crude but vicious.
atherton: "we can sell them later at the market" I explain to the others
Smon: Its heavy leather armour is mostly intact, but smells foul.
chris107: Hakeem shrugs. Eager to spill more blood.
Smon: Pollyakkus: "I doubt many will buy that blade, sir - they fear Oriax."
atherton: I strip his armour off as well
Smon: He glances nervously south, towards the distant lighthouse. "Wonder if he saw us..."
atherton: "scrap metal for the blacksmith then"
Smon: "They say Oriax sees all."
atherton: "we should hasten away from here then"
atherton: "let us lay low for a while till Oriax forgets us"
chris107: A lusty gail of laughter is Hakeems' only reply to twiglets worries.
Kjato Ragfoot: Well, hopefully he saw us - this feat will increase our hope of him employing us.
Smon: GM: After resting you continue on. Another 5 miles across the coastal plain, and the Tower of Oriax is clearly visible to the south, when you reach a faint trail to your right, going north.
chris107: "I we have more Goblins to slay!" He says cheerfully
atherton: "perhaps Skandik, but we would be unwise to press the point"
Smon: Pollyakkus leads you onto the side path, a mile across the heath and you see cliffs rising ahead. A narrow trail leads up the cliff face to a ruined Ghinoran (Grecian) temple above, while at the base of the cliff is a dark cave entrance.
chris107: The very thing
Smon: You spot a patch of two-day-old dark blood on a rock by the cave entrance, and the signs of rapid flight from the cave.
Smon: (20 mins left)
atherton: I advance boldy to the cave mouth
atherton: "is any one home?" I call
chris107: I go with him, sword at the ready.
Kjato Ragfoot: I will stay at their side.
Smon: Beyond the cave mouth a 10' tunnel runs some 30' feet then widens out into a large natural cave, limestone, the floor rough and uneven.
chris107: Direction please Simon?
Smon: It's too dark to see much.
atherton: I march up the passage, idly swinging my axe
Smon: Pollyakkus: "I shall wait outside..."
chris107: (Are there torches in our adventurers packs?)
Smon: Tor can see into the cave with his dwarf vision.
Kjato Ragfoot: Pollyakkus: Good idea, then you can explain Oxias what happened with his orcs.
Smon: The tunnel runs north into the SW corner of the cave. On the far side of the cave is a pile of bones, topped with a goblin skull.
atherton: "ho, is there any one here?" I bellow
atherton: "is looks ill, a goblin skull"
Smon: Hakeem calls out again. Something moves off to your right, beyond your field of vision.
atherton: "let us light a torch and examine before we proceed"
Smon: sorry, Tor calls out (if you put your name in your posts for now that would be good)
atherton: do I see the movement?
Smon: No, you just heard it.
chris107: Hakeem leaps aside his barbarian senses alert to danger.
Smon: Hakeem rummages in his pack, finds a torch.
Smon rolls 1d20+3 and gets: [12] 12, (+3) = 15
Smon: Tor reckons the sound was an animal of some kind, four footed, not too big.
Smon: GM: Hakeem lights a torch?
Smon: (10 mins)
chris107: He lights the torch, holding it in his off hand. His mighty blade in the other.
Smon: The torchlight illuminates the cave. Three tunnels run off the eastern side of the cave, north east and south east. The cave is 20' n-s, 40' e-w. Something glints silver inside the goblin skull.
Smon: No sign of life.
atherton: I pick up the skull and examine it
Smon: Tor picks up the skull - straw and mouse droppings and silver coins fall out, scattering on the ground.
Kjato Ragfoot: I'll keep watch, so that Tor is not eaten by some cat while examing the skull.
Smon: 12 sp in all.
chris107:
chris107: As does hakeem
Smon rolls 1d6 and gets: [4] 4,
atherton: "an offering it looks like"
atherton: "I sall take these silver pieces for our expenses"
atherton: I'll examine each of the three tunnels, does any look more travelled than the others?
chris107: Do any of the passageways lead upwards?
Smon: You hear faint movement again, from the south-east tunnel.
Smon: The central - east - tunnel seems well-travelled, the stone worn.
atherton: "let find the source of that furtive noise"
chris107: Hakeem sticks the torch into a crack in the walls or floor if he can? And sword ready investigates.
atherton: I lead the way to the south east tunnel
Smon: The north tunnel goes 15' into a small cave, rats skitter away as the torchlight falls on them.
Smon: The south tunnel runs about 12' into another small cave - as Tor enters the tunnel he sees the sinuous forms of three giant ferrets, about 4' long, glaring at him. Each has a dead rat or two between its paws and they look ready to defend their booty.
atherton: "only ferrets, live and let live"
Smon: (The east tunnel runs about 15' then splits)
chris107: Ferrets! Good job Eliana isn't with us
atherton: I return to the well worn eastern tunnel
chris107: Yeah leave the ferrets be.
chris107: Hakeem gathers up his torch.
chris107: And joins the dwarf.
Kjato Ragfoot: Indeed. Ferret pelts are just not worth the fight.
Smon: The east tunnel splits after 15', the main body runs south-east and ends at a spiral stairway running down into the depths. Two narrow tunnels only 3' wide run north-east, these both look well travelled despite their width.
atherton: "shall we ascend both?"
chris107: Hakeem does the sums to figure out if he could use his sword in these cramped conditions?
atherton: "or one or the other?"
Kjato Ragfoot: One first, the other second.
chris107: The first.
atherton: "or we could try the stairs?"
Smon: You would be able to stab with your greatsword in 3' tunnel, might have Disadvantage if an attacker got in close.
atherton: ok we enter the first of the north eastern tunnels
chris107: (Okay, thanks)
chris107: Hakeem leads the way up the first narrow tunnel
chris107: Torch in hand and sword ready to stab.
Smon: You enter the left one of the narrow tunnels. It runs 20' to a side tunnel to the right that joins the parrallel narrow tunnel, then beyond that 20' temporarily opens into an 8' wide cavelet before narrowing again and rejoining the other narrow tunnel.
chris107: Any thing in the caveat?
Smon: It bends north, now about 5' wide, and after 20' you see ahead that it opens up at a T-junction with a broad e-w tunnel of worked stone. There is a foul smell here, a smell Tor recognises - goblins!
Smon: (cavelet empty)
atherton: "goblins" I whisper "nearby"
chris107:
Smon: I better stop there. Can resume tonight?
chris107: Excellent!
chris107: Yup, 6PM?
Smon: 6.30pm, I'll be home about 6.05 & need to get son some dinner.
Kjato Ragfoot: No, sorry.
chris107: Thanks Simon/guys. Good start
atherton: ok thanks for the game Simon
chris107: 6:30 it is.
Smon: Well done not dying yet Chris.
Kjato Ragfoot: I won't be able to play this evening.
chris107: Makes a change
Kjato Ragfoot: But the game was fun for a start.
atherton: Hakeem is a bit too enthusiastic!
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