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| Miss Annabel or Miss Ivy Striker of Yggsburgh |
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| Miss Candice Wright of Yggsburgh |
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| Princess Aole, daughter of Prince Zahv of Neria |
Rey Rogue LEVEL 4 xp 3211+550=3761/6500
Bjornalf Brighteyes Warlock LEVEL 3 xp 1241+550=1791/2700
NOT PRESENT
Hakeem Barbarian LEVEL 4 xp 3407/6500
Kradis Barbarian LEVEL 3 xp 1378/2700
Rey acquires (25 gp each): Annabel & Ivy Striker of Yggsburgh, Aole of Neria.
Bjornalf acquires (40gp): Candice Wright of Yggsburgh.
Yggsburgh - http://smonsyggsburgh.blogspot.co.uk/2012/01/college-of-yggsburgh.html & http://smonsyggsburgh.blogspot.co.uk/2012/01/prominent-families-of-yggsburgh-and.html
4:53pm 2015-4-17 Smon Has entered the room
5:15pm 2015-4-17 Kjato Ragfoot Has entered the room
Smon: Hi Kjato
Smon: I've posted your updated PC sheet.
Smon: HP 10+7+7=24 by my count.
Kjato Ragfoot: Oh. I forgot the Con modifier it seems.
Kjato Ragfoot: And thanks.
5:27pm 2015-4-17 amalric Has entered the room
Smon: I was kind letting you go up 2 levels in 1 session Kjato.
Smon: Hi Graham!
amalric: evening all
Smon: You hit level 4, somehow not dying (unlike atherton)
amalric: yes, how did that happen?
Smon: So you get to add +2 to your stats, +2 to one or +1 to 2
amalric: just read up to where i left
Smon: Evil Thanatos sleeping incense & a wight.
Smon: The adventure didn't give specific xp for the gas, I reckon it was like a level 8 encounter.
Smon: So plenty of xp.
amalric: yes, nice
Smon: Tor Caradoc died extinguishing the incense burners so his party would wake up.
Smon: Graham do you want to roll for your new hp?
amalric: not sure what to do stat-wise, have 4 odd numbers so likely 2 @ +1
amalric: sure
amalric rolls 1d8 and gets: 77,
amalric:
Smon: LOL. You're off by 1! Disaster!
Smon: How did this happen.
Smon: The government should do something.
amalric: +9, Rey the Tank Thief!
Smon: There should be a public inquiry.
Smon: That's 8, 8, 7, a clear path of decline.
Smon: You'll be rolling 6s and 5s next!
Smon:
Smon: Congrats!
amalric: LOL i'll take it
Smon: You could raise your DEX to 18, that raises init, AC, attack & dmg.
amalric: thats pretty good
Smon: But I can see raising 2 of INT WIS & CHA would be nice too.
Smon: INT for searching & trap stuff, WIS for perception and saves, CHA for getting the ladies into bed.
amalric: CHA IT IS THEN
amalric: oops
Smon: I think personally I'd max out DEX first before trying to fix other weaknesses, but Rey is definitely a CHA guy...
Smon: INT & CHA?
amalric: DEX and CHA
Smon: +1 DEX won't help you though, it'd be an odd number.
Smon: 17.
Smon: Better either +2 DEX (18) or +1 INT +1 CHA
amalric: oh right, its 16 DEX and 15 CON isnt it?
amalric: not 17 and 16
Smon: STR 11 (+0) DEX 16 (+3) CON 14 (+2) INT 13 (+1) WIS 9 (-1) CHA 15 (+2)
amalric: just how much of a boost do i get from just raising DEX to 18?
Smon: init, ac, attack, dmg, dex saves, some thief skills...
Smon: it's usually regarded as the most powerful stat.
amalric: lets do that then
Smon: ok
amalric: got a big HP total but lets try to maximise survival
Kjato Ragfoot: Higher survival = higher level = higher survial. An angelic circle...
amalric: indeed Kjato
Smon: Your sheet G - http://smons.blogspot.co.uk/2015/03/5egh-amalric-pc-rey.html
amalric: INT or WIS plus CHA was my first thought, but cant argue with the benefit of a high DEX
Smon: Currently your Persuasion skill is +6, it will go to +8 next level as your Proficiency bonus goes to +3 and you double it for Persuasion & Stealth.
amalric: any other bonuses at 4th level?
Smon: No more bonuses. My son demands dinner, I will be afk a couple minutes. Are you ok to play when I get back?
amalric: no problem. might have to go help my youngest build her new Lego kit, but will just be 2 mins
Kjato Ragfoot: I am OK with playing
amalric: most of it is done
Smon: Cool.
Smon: I was thinking some talky stuff, not had much of that recently - this morning was a massive 4 hour delve - then maybe a small-group delve to the tunnels under St Ulther's tomb?
Kjato Ragfoot: I am fine with either.
Smon: brb
amalric: works for me
Smon: GM: So, you returned battered but mostly alive to Selatine with the captured Thanatos priest Macreus.
Smon: brb
Smon: Renanimated after a long time in cold storage.
Smon: Lord Vex rewarded you with 100gp each, and sent the priest down to the prison cells beneath his villa.
Smon: Lord Reynard is part of the Vex's court now; while Bjornalf and the others are invited to feast with them tonight.
amalric: indeed, plush surroundings for keeping slaves in
Smon: That night priestess Jana brings Rey a present, a small black silk loincloth.
amalric: wonder if he'll try the showers at some point...
Kjato Ragfoot: I'd never turn down a free meal!
amalric: in private?
Smon: Jana: "This is for your slave Lucy, that she need not go naked. Also it will remind Alicia of her station, that she is still naked..."
amalric: "Oh, I thought it was for me..."
Smon: Jana approaches Rey in a corner of the Lord's Hall.
Smon: Bjornalf is invited to drink with Lord Hytirus Vex and his warriors.
Smon: Lord Vex: "So Bjornalf, you are a sailor? And a mage?"
Kjato Ragfoot: That and more!
Kjato Ragfoot: And I am more than pleased to offer you my skills in service, Lord Vex.
Smon: Vex nods. "I need a good man to command a galley I have coming from the Talholm shipyard. When war comes we'll need men like you."
Smon: Vex drinks his wine, offers Bjornalf some.
Kjato Ragfoot: Bjornal takes the wine.
amalric: Rey smiles at Jana. "From your own collection?"
Smon: Hytirus: "I don't suppose you can cast glamours - charms? The death priest is not being cooperative."
Smon: Jana blushes slightly to Rey, and nods. "Aye."
Kjato Ragfoot: I know some tricks to encharm people, I do.
amalric: "You'll have to show me more of your collection some time. Purely out of professional interest, of course. There might be a market for these things I'm looking to exploit..."
amalric: (for all sorts of reasons )
Smon: Jana looks puzzled, but nods. "I only have a few. The merchants bring them from Karak."
amalric: "Only a few? I suppose you must go without at times. Karak? Hmm..."
Smon: Hytirus nods to Bjornalf. "Then perhaps you can assist Miss Foxwood with her interrogations. Tomorrow? Tonight we drink!" He grins.
Kjato Ragfoot: I am not sure it will work on death priests though. Those spells are meant for the unpredictable sea, not for the steadiness of death.
Kjato Ragfoot: (Who is Miss Foxwood?)
Smon: Hytirus sighs. "Indeed."
Smon: /roll 1d20
Smon rolls 1d20 and gets: 1111,
Kjato Ragfoot: I am always willing to help a charming lady with my charms.
Smon: A Nerathi priestess of Erathis, goddess of civilisation, recently came back with Lord Vex to Selatine. They are rumoured to be lovers.
Smon: Some info here - http://smons.blogspot.co.uk/2013/10/the-ghinarian-hills-campaign-labyrinth.html
Kjato Ragfoot: Which reminds me, I have to praise your taste Lord Vex. The wine, the woman, the decoration - everything of the best.
Smon: >>"Only a few? I suppose you must go without at times. Karak? Hmm..."<< Jana blushes. "The maids wash them."
Smon: Rey can make a Persuasion roll, d20+6
amalric rolls 1d20+6 and gets: 2020, (+6) = 26
Smon: LOL
amalric: uh-oh
Smon: Lord Vex nods to Bjornalf, smiling. "You speak well... I only wish I could still go a-venturing, like yourself."
Smon: Jana: "I - I should show you around our villa, now you are one of us Sir Rey. Have you seen the showers? They are enchanted, from the ancient days..."
Kjato Ragfoot: (LOL)
Smon: Lucy and Alicia are kneeling nearby. Alicia sees Jana's obvious interest in Rey and rolls her eyes.
Kjato Ragfoot: Well, you always want what you cannot have. When you are on adventure, you want luxury, and when you have luxury, you want adventure.
amalric: "Showers, you say? How interesting."
amalric: "Are they private, or can I bring my slaves?"
Smon: Jana: "Yes - they are good for cleansing the stink from your slaves. But leave them for now. This way..."
amalric: Rey does that, telling both Alicia and Lucy to stay where they are. he whispers to them "not to worry.."
Smon: Lord Vex looks up as he sees his sister lead 'Lord' Reynard from the hall. He shakes his head, a little woozily. "My sister is a great slut, Bjornalf. You know that?"
Smon: Jana leads Rey down ancient, well-worn steps to a metallic corridor and on into the shower room, of glass and steel, brightly lit by some eldritch sorcery.
Kjato Ragfoot: So far, I did not.
Smon: There are rows of nozzles on both sides. Jana: "It works like this..." she turns a lever, and hot water sprays. "The water is always hot."
Smon: Lord Vex nods groggily to Bjornalf. "Caught her fornicating with an adventurer in the showers last year, ruined her for marriage - I exiled her of course... but she came back."
amalric: "Really? Care to show me?"
amalric: (now this looks familiar...)
Smon: Jana looks to Rey, hesitates, then slips off her white and gold gown, discards her loincloth and steps into the shower. Rey feels a strange sense of deja vu...https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhS3E06DREY-1WEyWPlr64hrBE_VeE_jw8NhJa4g-1cmRBcuEo0YuwMJ41e0auP5O1um4XWfOIjmHl_OwAtdiNkKz-0MVzTczVHrIy4meyQ8nZyTKAkIewNZBX3uWwhUbL_8FD_zIo-Mv8/s1600/6830_1+Jana+Thadeus.jpg
Smon: link too long, well you've seen her at http://smons.blogspot.co.uk/2013/10/the-ghinarian-hills-campaign-labyrinth.html
amalric: oh i've seen her
Smon: Lord Vex drains his cup. "I suppose I should stop her shagging the next one... seems a bit pointless now..." he sighs.
Kjato Ragfoot: Well, you can either fight the wolves or howl with them.
Smon: Jana: "Try turning the lever on that one, if you would like to bathe also."
amalric: Rey prefers his brunettes, and stands watching, a bit wary but awfully tempted regardless
Kjato Ragfoot: In this case - howling is probably the better part. Your sister seems determined, convince her to use that determination for your good.
Smon: Lord Vex: "I just hope someone will marry her... none of the Lords will, of course."
amalric: (did Bjornalf just make a pass at Lord Vex? :D)
Smon: Lord Vex's weaponmaster Balthus seems rather uncomfortable with this conversation.
Kjato Ragfoot: I am sure, somebody will.
Kjato Ragfoot: If no lord - a rich merchant or a captain looking for home.
Smon: Hytirus: "Determined... determined to blacken our name. She's not even a very good Cleric. That youth Pollyachus will exceed her, one day."
Kjato Ragfoot: See, each family has its black sheep. Some families kill it. Others sell the wool for a price the white wool cannot fetch.
Smon: Vex nods. "Hmm. You may be right. " He sighs. "I shall retire early tonight. If you'd like to assist Chelarre - Priestess Foxwood - Balthus will show you to the prison cells."
amalric: "I...ah..." Rey still stands watching, an obvious boner in his trousers
Kjato Ragfoot: I wish you a good rest, mylord.
Smon: Jana Vex shows Rey the soap dispenser and starts soaping herself. "This is useful for cleansing dirty slaves such as Alicia..."
Kjato Ragfoot: To Balthus: Can you show me to Priestess Foxwood please?
Smon: Lord Vex nods goodnight to Bjornalf and retires to his private quarters. The sturdy weaponmaster nods. "This way."
amalric: "Sounds like a plan, I'll bear that in mind."
Kjato Ragfoot: Bjornalf will follow the weaponmaster.
amalric: says Rey, taking his clothes off and giving in and joining Jana in the showers
Smon: Balthus leads Bjornalf downstairs, you hear the sound of running water from the shower block.
Kjato Ragfoot: You seem uncomfortable Balthus, does the death priest worry you?
Smon: Balthus stops, turns to Bjornalf.
Smon: CHA check Bjornalf.
Kjato Ragfoot rolls 1d20+3 and gets: 2020, (+3) = 23
Smon: d20+5
Smon: heh
Smon: Balthus seems to have a great liking for Bjornalf (but is married, & faithful).
Smon: Bjornalf nods. "Yes... but the priestess worries me more. You have heard of the Nerathi?"
Kjato Ragfoot: Nerathi? No, I am not familiar with them.
Smon: Jana starts rinsing off, watching Rey shower.
amalric: "How do you apply the soap?"
Smon: Balthus: "Aye. Once there was a great empire here in these lands - Nerath. It fell 250 years ago, but the Neo-Nerath wish that it rise again... and they are succeeding. West beyond the Castellan Mountains they have raised armies of the dead to fight for them..."
Smon: Jana: "You press this flange on the dispenser..." she leans in close to Rey and presses his flange.
Kjato Ragfoot: Troublesome news. And Priestess Foxwood is a Nerathi?
Smon: Balthus: "Aye, their emissary. For ten years they have been growing in power. Now they plan to move east. When the dry season comes, Priestess Foxwood has promised
amalric: LOL
Smon: "...An army will come to add the Ghinarian Lords against Yusan."
Smon: Balthus sighs, scratching the back of his head. "I hate Yusan. He has killed my friends, my family. But I fear this is a price not worth paying."
Kjato Ragfoot: That sounds like the very uncomfortable place between the hammer and the amboss, indeed.
amalric: Rey washes quickly
amalric: then rinses off
Smon: Balthus nods. "Jana Vex has tried to turn Lord Hytirus away from this plan, but he is determined. He says that the Nerathi hate only the Altanian savages, that we of Ghinar will have an honoured place in their new empire..."
Smon: Rey and Jana finish rinsing and turn off their nozzles. Balthus: "Hm, I should check..."
amalric: Rey dries himself and dresses quickly
Smon: The door to the shower room opens as Rey and Jana begin dressing, Rey sees the sturdy bearded Weaponmaster.
Smon: Balthus: "Miss Vex. Lord Rey. Do you wish to aid in the questioning of the Death Priest?"
Kjato Ragfoot: Ah. These must be the halls of purity I heard so much about.
amalric: "Certainly, Balthus. One way or another we have much we need to learn from him."
Smon: Jana blushes slightly, slipping her dress over her breasts and patting it down. "I doubt Miss Foxwood wishes me there, Weaponmaster."
Smon: She turns to Rey. "I can look after your slaves while you aid the questioning. They'll need feeding - there are kitchen slops..."
amalric: "Oh, that would be lovely, thank you Miss Vex."
Smon: Jana smiles at Rey. Balthus shrugs. "As you wish, Miss Vex."
Smon: Jana heads back upstairs while Balthus leads Rey & Bjornalf into the bowels of the villa, down more steps to a tiny torchlit prison cell. A heavy-set Ghinarian warrior stands guard over the close-tied deathpriest sat on one chair.
Smon: In the other chair sits Chelarre Foxwood, clad in low cut white silk robe, the Black Sun sigil of Neo-Nerath at her breast.
Smon: OOC dunno if Black Suns are illegal in Germany - http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/f/ff/Black_Sun.svg/220px-Black_Sun.svg.png
Kjato Ragfoot: (Not as far as I know)
Smon: Chelarre as Hytirus likely sees her - https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj29E5u_tWIJejrJbBNd7D_g9hVQjkQome_xaAmKU1-UCSlQRQFOm_AAo910PcuQHYQEv8RJ1Hhh2awd3gXnfO-Ps4CxkM4tdd7UkkhtHmgRd_w4wL5Qe43xxWzoih8vP6dLg8ogoaNITA/s1600/Miss+Chelarre+Foxwood%2C+priestess+of+Erathis.jpg She is looking quite tired and frustrated right now, though - it has been several hours.
Smon: (It's associated w Nazi occultism)
Kjato Ragfoot: (Well, I simply declare this session as "art" and then I can even use swastikas. :D)
Smon: Balthus: "The Sea-Mage Bjornalf and Sir Reynard, milady. They are sent to assist."
Smon: Chelarre sighs, then nods and rises, holding out a pale hand to the two men. "Welcome."
Smon: (:D)
Smon:
amalric: "Miss Foxwood, charmed."
Smon: Macreus watches you all impassively.
Smon: Going to kiss her hand, shake it, bow?
Kjato Ragfoot: Nice to make your acquaintance.
amalric: shaje it and bow
Kjato Ragfoot: Shake it. Like she was an old sailor man.
amalric: *shake
Smon: Balthus nods. "Lord Vex has retired. I must return to oversee the hall." He bows curtly and withdraws.
Smon: Chelarre looks slightly disconcerted at the handshakes, but nods.
Smon: "Macreus here has said little. He serves Thanatos. I believe he comes from an era before the rise of Nerath, almost a thousand years ago."
amalric: "What? How is that possible?"
Kjato Ragfoot: Hmm. Isn't that rather inconsistent - a servant of the death god living for millenia?
Smon: Chelarre looks to Macreus, who smiles rather pompously.
Smon: Macreus: "The Static Ritual - one can endure for all Eternity."
Smon: "A form of Sleep, like unto Death, yet one may wake..."
Kjato Ragfoot: So. Basically you tell me that you shun the embrace of Thanatos?
Smon: "When it is Time, I welcome my Lord's embrace."
amalric: "We could hasten that process for you, free of charge?"
Kjato Ragfoot: Well, better not haste here.
Kjato Ragfoot: That guy actually likes Thanatos.
Smon: Macreus shrugs. "As my Lord Thanatos wills, so shall it be."
Kjato Ragfoot: If we kill him, we should make sure he gets to another beyond than that of Thanatos.
amalric: "Lets have Mitra bless his travel to the planes?"
Kjato Ragfoot: I thought about drowning him and thus ensure he gets to the hell of drowned souls.
amalric: "You need to find better ways to spend your spare time, my friend."
Kjato Ragfoot: What does Thanatos think about giving birth?
Smon: Chelarre: "I have been doing a little research... As best I can tell, Thracia was already ruined and inhabited by savages before Nerath arose. Savages called Deathwalkers - followers of THanatos. This one seems relatively civilised though."
Smon: Macreus: "I am entirely 'civilised'. And your 'Mitra' holds no terror for me."
Kjato Ragfoot: Well, tell me of your great civilization then.
Kjato Ragfoot: It seems Thanatos swallowed it whole during your sleep, after all.
Kjato Ragfoot: And its children as well.
Kjato Ragfoot: He just forgot you.
Kjato Ragfoot: Perhaps you were naughty?
Smon: Macreus nods. "Certainly. We are of Ghinor. Our ancestors overthrew the Dragon Lords, uncounted aeons ago. We built the mightiest civilisation our world has ever known. Once we worshipped the weak gods - Zeus, Apollo... but at last we saw the True Way, the Way of Death."
amalric: Rey yawns loudly. "Anyone have any wine? I could use a drink."
Smon: "We discovered the great underground city, Huvat Vex. We..."
Smon: "...we built the great temple of Thanatos there under the guidance of King Argos II."
amalric: "But what have you done for us lately?"
Kjato Ragfoot: Do not be that rude Rei, let the poor man speak.
Smon: Macreus smiles thinly at Rey. "I have been asleep a little while. Free me, and I shall show you the way of Death."
Kjato Ragfoot: He must be confused, finding that all he fought for was for naught, mere illusion and betrayal.
Kjato Ragfoot: My friend, everyone finds death, sooner or later.
Kjato Ragfoot: The difficult part is to find live.
Smon: Macreus shakes his head. "Oh no. When the traitors revolted, I was placed in stasis sleep, to await a time when Thanatos would once more rule Thracia. And I see that time has come."
amalric: "Yes, I'm happy to delay that process...a whiles"
Kjato Ragfoot: Well. I am sorry to inform you that you awake early.
Kjato Ragfoot: As you see, both of us very much worship Aphrodite.
Smon: Macreus turns to Chelarre. "These Deathwalkers you have told me of - angels sent by Thanatos - they await only a leader against the Beastmen. And I have been awakened for that purpose. Free me!"
Smon: /roll 1d20+5
Smon rolls 1d20+5 and gets: 1616, (+5) = 21
Smon: Chelarre blinks, then laughs coldly. "Your pathetic magic has no power over me, Thracian."
amalric: "Tempting proposition, but....no."
Smon: Macreus looks rather downcast.
Kjato Ragfoot: See Macreus. That deathwalkers - they do not await you.
Kjato Ragfoot: Thanatos forgot you.
Smon: "Why not?"
Kjato Ragfoot: That is why your magic failed and you so easily fell to my spells.
Kjato Ragfoot: Those deathwalkers, they are a mere coincidence. You were not awaken because your time has come.
Smon: He shakes his head. "You are mistaken. All is clear. I need only recover my strength. I have slept long... We could not have foreseen the coming of these Nerathi - wretched Northlanders, aliens in our land..." he sneers at Chelarre, who darkens.
Kjato Ragfoot: You awoke because a group of rascals that lusted for gold did not worry about Thanatos and disturbed your resting place.
Kjato Ragfoot: Pure coincidence.
Smon: "Thanatos saw that I must wait until the Nerathi too had fallen, and the time was right."
Kjato Ragfoot: Those deathwalkers - they have been here for decades.
Kjato Ragfoot: If you were meant to lead them, you would have waked years ago.
7:14pm 2015-4-17 Oculus Orbus Has entered the room
Kjato Ragfoot: Now, the deathwalker serve the Nerathi.
Kjato Ragfoot: Even they have forgotten you. And your civilization.
Smon: Chelarre: "By my reckoning, for almost 800 years..."
Smon: She sighs. "A drink, Lord Reynard? That would be excellent."
amalric: "My pleasure. But...what of this fool? What shall we do with him?"
Smon: OOC - timeline - DISTANT HISTORY BCCC Event 3075 City State of the Invincible Overlord founded on ancient Orichalan ruins by a unification of nomad tribes and dwarves 3333 Rallu, City State of the Sea Kings founded, but its location remains secret 3440 Fall of the Ghinoran City State of Thracia to internal upheaval; the Ghinarian Hills revert to barbarism 3700 Founding of the Alryan Kingdom of Nerath in Barbarian Altanis. 3900 Modron is sacked by the Orcs and partially ruined 3900 Orc hordes pillages the lands from Dearthwood 3983 Modron’s trade with the dwarves cut off by a huge migration of orcs. The city dies and is abandoned 4020 The Province of Jarmeer is created by the Paldorian tribe 4100-4200 The Gnolls move east into the lands of the City State 4105 Blackhart Crag Reminder: A Imperial Equithrong destroys a City State Vasthost 4149- 4197 The Gnoll Times - gnoll hordes ravage northern Pazidan 4197 Gnolls invade Altanis, destroy the Kingdom of Nera at the Battle of Gedden Plain 4200 Gnolls cross the Castellan Mountains westwards, east of Bisgen they are turned back by the Alryan hero Cormarin and his 300 warriors. End of the Gnoll Times.
amalric: The Gnoll Times? didn't know that gnolls read the papers...
Smon: Chelarre stands. "We must get the secrets of ancient Thracia from this wretch. There must be much there that can aid our struggle - to defeat Yusan and the subhumans..."
Smon: She yawns, stretches.
Smon: "But I fear it must wait until another day."
Kjato Ragfoot: Actually, I do not think so.
Smon: "No?"
amalric: "Shall we have that drink, then?"
Kjato Ragfoot: He has been out of touch with reality for to long.
Smon: Chelarre nods to the guard. "Re-gag him. Remember he is dangerous. I will return in the morning."
Smon: She nods to Rey & Bjornalf. "Your local Inn, the Redeye - I hear it is delightful?"
amalric: "Oh yes, best...ah...wine in town."
Smon: Chelarre nods. "I fancy a rest from this villa. The... angles are strange here."
Kjato Ragfoot: It definitely is lifting the spirit.
Smon: The guard re-gags and blindfolds Macreus, then sets him flat on the ground as you head upstairs, into the hall.
Smon: Chelarre nods to the head of her honour guard. "I am visiting the Inn. These men are escorting me. You may retire." "Yes ma'am" nods the young Nerathi soldier.
Smon: Chelarre accompanies you over to the Redeye Inn - it is now late at night, most of the farmers & fishermen are abed. Cirella is serving, along with the new hire Alauna Iocunnu's daughter, and a soot-blackened dwarf is drowning his sorrows in beer, the naked and newly branded slave Beverly kneeling beside his table.
amalric: branded?
Smon: There is a small K-shaped slave brand on Beverly's right thigh.
amalric: Rey orders a round of drinks from Cirella and gives her a warm smile
Smon: Cirella smiles back warmly and pours the drinks, while Kogor looks up blearily from his own beer. "Rey! You friends of Rey! Over here!"
Smon: Chelarre looks uncertain. "You know this dwarf?"
amalric: "Hail Kogor! How goes it?"
Smon: Kogor: "Ah, terrible! A good dwarf died today! I shoulda been there! Too busy with this slut..." he nudges Beverly with his toe. Chelarre wrinkles her nose in distaste at the dwarf.
amalric: (was Tor a dwarf?)
Smon: Kogor: "I should have been with you, Rey." He belches loudly.
Smon: (yes)
Kjato Ragfoot: You know what they say "The gods take those they love early"
amalric: "He did, a sad day indeed. But he died a hero's death."
Smon: Kogor: "I was at the burning tonight - that Malenn said some nice words.... They burned him facing the mountains, proper like."
Smon: Kogor nods. "A hero, aye." He sighs. "Tomorrow I'll head for Dyson's Delve, the vaults under St Ulther's Crypt. Want to come along?"
amalric: "Certainly. Early start?"
Smon: Chelarre perks up. "Ulther? A great Saint of Nerath."
amalric: "Care to join us, Chelarre?"
Smon: Chelarre nods. She takes her beer from Cirella and sits at Kogor's table.
Smon: Chelarre: "St Ulther, saint of Pelor, friend of sailors..."
Smon: Kogor: "aye... I heard he were a saint of Apollo, though. Or Mitra."
Smon: Chelarre: "Different names... all are one god."
Smon: Kogor: "You've been there, Rey? You fought the goblins and the skels?"
amalric: "Yes, Hakeem and I ventured there, killed some nasty things."
Smon: Chelarre sips her drink, listening attentively.
Smon: Kogor: "You can guide me, then."
amalric: "There was one undead horror that could only be killed with magic blades, I used the one buried in its chest."
amalric: "I will show you tomorrow."
Smon: Kogor nods, patting the hilt of his magic warhammer. "No worries."
Smon: He looks at Bjornalf. "Ye have any magic good against skels? Or goblins?"
Smon: Chelarre: "Hmm... if you should recover sacred relics, I can pay you well."
Kjato Ragfoot: I can put goblins to sleep and shatter the bones of skeletons with the fury of storm.
Smon: Kogor: "Sounds good!" ooc brb tea break then we can do delve run.
amalric: sure
Smon: GM: You chat some more, then eventually retire, Chelarre bidding you goodnight.
Smon: Rey finds that Jana Vex has been putting his slaves through their paces with some relish, a short mother of pearl handled riding crop in hand. She bids Rey goodnight also.
amalric: Rey bids Cirella a good night at the inn, then regards Jana with a neutral expression
Smon: Next morning you assemble, Rey's slight wounds from yesterday healed by Jana's assistant Pollyachus.
amalric: in private he says to his slaves, "Some priestess of Mitra she is, you'd think she's one of Thanatos' twits. Stupid cow."
Smon: (Rey took 11 dmg from skels in Thracia)
Smon: The girls nod firm agreement, rubbing their buttocks. Alicia: "She's still angry with me. Sad, really. She knows I have something she can't have - it's always been that way..."
amalric: "Which is? Talent? A brain?"
amalric: "Gorgeous looks?"
Smon: "Talent, brain, looks... and you."
amalric:
amalric: "Good point, very nicely put, my dear."
Smon: Alicia puts on her blue dress. "Better. Don't suppose I could wear this in the dungeon tomorrow? It gets chilly down those holes."
amalric: "You should have seen her in the showers, practically throwing herself at me, the slut. And I, a Knight of her brother's! Tsk."
amalric: "And certainly, we;ll bring it along. We'll get one for you too Lucy, soon as we can."
Smon: Lucy nods. "Thanks. The loincloth is still a bit skimpy."
Smon: Lucy: "Now, backrub?"
Smon: ~fade to next morning~
amalric: LOL YES!!
amalric: or you know, front
amalric: anyway....
Smon: At the Redeye Inn you assemble reasonably early, Kogor with his girl Beverly carrying several torches and supplies, Rey with Alicia & Lucy.
Smon: Kjato you there?
Smon: Kogor nods to Rey. "You bringing both of those two?"
amalric: "I guess. Unless you want to stay behind, Lucy?"
Smon: Lucy: "Much as the thought of facing certain death appeals, I wouldn't mind a break."
Smon: OOC if no Kjato we can just do a short delve.
amalric: "Ha! Very droll. Then please do. I'd hate to risk putting such a fair face in danger's path."
Smon: Lucy nods. "I'll go back to your villa. Get the room nice."
Smon: Lucy bids you farewell.
amalric: OOC np
Smon: Kogor: "Guess yon Warlock is sleeping... Probably got his end away with that priestess from last night, heh heh!" he chortles.
amalric: "Poor bastard! Never screw with the gods, I say,"
Smon: "Well we shouldnae need him fer goblins. Lead on, MacRey."
amalric: Rey does just that
Kjato Ragfoot: Sorry, took a little longer than expected.
Smon: GM: Rey leads Kogor out of Selatine on the south-west coast road, the air fresh and bracing.
Smon: A late-rising Bjornalf catches them at the gate.
Smon: Rey, Kogor, Bjornalf, Beverly & Alicia head along the road.
amalric: "Still have some stamina left, Bjornalf?"
Kjato Ragfoot: I have excess stamina and need some excerzise!
Smon: After about two miles they see ahead a heavy covered wagon drawn by two oxen approaching, two Orc drovers on top and four Orc guards walking to either side.
Smon: The Orcs regard your little band warily as they near. Kogor glares back at them, muttering.
amalric: "Slavers."
Smon: Kogor: "I see nae slaves, though... less they're in the wagon."
amalric: "Hail! What have you got there?"
Kjato Ragfoot: Oh. Those again.
Smon: The wagon slows. One of the drovers glares down at you. "Oriax wagon! Opals and slaves! Out way!"
amalric: "How many slaves?"
Smon: "Four!"
Smon: Kogor: "Lot of guards fer four slaves... Must have a load of opals in there!"
amalric: "Don't suppose you could spare three? I'll pay you well."
Smon: make CHA check, d20+6
Kjato Ragfoot: Oh perhaps an excess of guards?
amalric rolls 1d20+6 and gets: 55, (+6) = 11
amalric: bah
Smon: just, needed 10 - they were gonna sell the slaves anyway. The orc nods. "Fifty each! No less!"
amalric: "50 silvers? Sure I can do that."
Smon: It spits, looks angry. "Gold! Three fifties!"
amalric: "I haven't even seen them yet! 25 gold!"
amalric: (each)
Smon: make check
amalric rolls 1d20+6 and gets: 2020, (+6) = 26
amalric: (better be girls, not buying blokes!)
Smon: The orc nods. "Alright."
amalric: well Rey earned 150gp earlier, parting with 75 seems like good business
Smon: The wagon comes to a full halt. Three of the guards go up into the back, and bring down three bewildered and fearful looking naked slave girls, one with unusual dusky complexion - again Rey has a sense of deja vu, as if he's seen her in another life.
amalric: oh yes? I have an idea
Kjato Ragfoot: What is the fourth slave?
Smon: Dark slave - http://fc06.deviantart.net/fs71/f/2011/337/f/3/nubianprincess2_by_fransmensinkartist-d4i0udf.jpg
Smon: The orc looks at Bjornalf. "All girls! One lot, from one world!"
amalric: "Good morning ladies! Your prayers have been answered. I am Lord Reynard Mercellin, servent of Theber and Knight of Vex!"
Smon: He goes into the back and brings forward a buxom auburn haired woman - https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJapaNqVPB4K5GHNVkaV6bYRyLLGzRZF7y_cZctIYXRAqAlIN0qwl46S-3uVEipOJu4nqyCX6GBUfAwonLxHbZmYBlC_o8oCSFQtydTVfnRZoHmIpm3rEXca5_U0tmgSHcPRSScCMxNXYu/s1600/Candice+Wright,+wealthy+heiress.png
Kjato Ragfoot: Are they useful? I need somebody to keep my shoes clean and would be willing to pay 30 gold for one.
Smon: "You want her too?"
amalric: "Far from working to death in the mines of Oriax, or worse, you are now in my employ."
Smon: Orc scowls at Bjornalf. "Fifty!"
Smon: He cups the woman's breasts. "Big jugs! Pretty! See!"
amalric: "Good ahead, Bjornalf! Slaves are sound investments."
Kjato Ragfoot: Bjornalf shakes his head.
Kjato Ragfoot: Look here, she is already slightly damaged.
Kjato Ragfoot: Most likely nobody else will buy her.
Kjato Ragfoot: I would be willing to pay 30 for her, out of pity.
Smon: The brown girl and the other two, twin blondes, look at Rey. Blondes - https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeZSX23p7rtrzBgfuUdayRQL-HzbRSCdDf8Q9b_8SKUIhW5klRz8kKfMr8bI5B0LONTeKm4jmmdTw-uTE_VLEOZiM3QBAbhjn3fruDyvWhPsSckztFv3n-Q6JpzdVO-jo6Z0ynt-Ux1ibD/s320/Annabel+Striker.jpg
Smon: Make a CHA check Bjornalf.
Smon: d20+5
Kjato Ragfoot rolls 1d20+5 and gets: 55, (+5) = 10
Smon: Orc: "Forty!"
Smon: "Hardly any damage!"
Kjato Ragfoot: Oh well. Before I have to cut your arm off, I'll pay 40.
Smon: The redhead looks relieved as the sale is agreed.
Smon: The orc gestures to the guards, they bring forward the four girls/women, one steps forward, hand out. "Money. Give."
Kjato Ragfoot: Well, I give him 40 gold coins.
Smon: Rey make a CHA check.
amalric: "Rey hands over the agreed amount, quickly. His free hand rests on the hilt of his rapier."
amalric: (oops no quotes)
amalric rolls 1d20 and gets: 1818,
Smon: The orc takes the money, nods, the four slaves are thrust forward, stumbling in the grass towards you.
amalric: call me kickass
Smon: The two blondes smile starry eyed at Rey, who never seems to roll low on female CHA checks....
Smon: The brown girl is more reserved, but nods slightly.
amalric: (neither did Lance!)
Smon: Kogor has stayed tight lipped, glaring the whole time. As the orc wagon rolls off he speaks. "I cannae abide orcs..."
Smon: He pats hand with hammer. "Let's kill a few things fore you take these darlings home."
amalric: "Me neither, Kogor. But we cant go around just killing them all..."
Kjato Ragfoot: Sure. We need to test what they are good for.
amalric: he sees the dwarf is non-plussed
amalric: "I mean, when they more or less work for Oriax."
Smon: Kogor nods to Bjornalf, starts on down the road towards the Crypts.
Smon: You head on with the girls?
Kjato Ragfoot: Yes.
amalric: may as well
amalric: whats the worst that could happen?
Smon: You hike on, the bewildered slave girls following. 8 miles from Selatine you reach the turn off towards the cliffs and Ulther's tomb. BRB
Smon: The tower of Oriax can be seen ahead, but you turn north towards the shrine & crypts.
Smon: The unshod girls start to tire. "My feet are sore..." says one of the blondes.
Kjato Ragfoot: One day, that tower will be ours! And then, we will no longer have to pay for slaves - others will pay us!
Smon: Kogor grins. "Fine words!"
amalric: "Couldnt agree more!"
amalric: "And better just your feet than your soul sold to devils!"
Smon: You approach the Shrine. The dark cave entrance looms straight ahead, or you can go up cliff trail & take the shrine entrance.
Smon: The girl looks at Rey. "Devils?"
Kjato Ragfoot: Oh. Sure. This place can be hell for a slave.
amalric: "Oriax is a very powerful wizard. you dont want to screw with him."
Smon: She speaks up: "I'm Annabel Striker, of Yggsburgh. My father is very rich. He would pay well for our return..."
amalric: "His slaves are rarely seen again..." Rey lets his words hang in the air
Smon: She trails off at Rey's scary words.
amalric: "But yes, lets see about getting you back to your father. I'm no wizard though,"
Smon: The brown girl speaks up: "I am Aole, of Neria. We heard a little about Oriax - the mines..."
amalric: "Enough of this, we can talk about it later. Today, we have a job to do. Lets be about it."
Smon: The buxom redhead, older than the others, speaks to Bjornalf. "And I am Candice Wright, also of Yggsburgh. I have money... We were kidnapped..."
Smon: Are you heading up the cliff?
Smon: Kogor: "aye, enough chatter!"
Kjato Ragfoot: Never heard of this Yggsburgh.
amalric: up the cliff
Kjato Ragfoot: Right. Up the cliff.
Smon: Candice: "We were in the bathing pool - some kind of portal... oww!" Kogor has just slapped her rump. "Silence! Could be goblins!"
Smon: You ascend in single file, reaching the familiar ruined shrine atop the cliff, the stairwell winding down.
Smon: Alicia creates blue light, to gasps from the other slave girls.
Smon: Kogor: "We bringing all of them down there? It's a mighty crowd."
amalric: "Cant leave them out here alone."
Smon: Kogor nods. "Ok. Girls, you follow us, and BE QUIET."
Smon: The four new slaves gulp, nod.
Smon: Rey leads the group down the steps, Kogor, Bjornalf & Alicia behind.
Smon: The rooms below all seem quiet, abandoned now. Heading east then north Rey reaches the second stairwell by the edge of the crypt chambers, winding down into unseen territory.
Smon: /roll 1d6
Smon rolls 1d6 and gets: 22,
Smon: No sign of life yet.
Smon: You head down, with the light?
amalric: yes
Kjato Ragfoot: Let me go ahead, I can see in the dark.
Smon: The stairs wind down, soon come out at the west end of an e-w tunnel. Bjornalf moves ahead.
Smon: He sees that there is a side tunnel s after 10' down the e-w tunnel, then after 30' it ends at a door.
Smon: /roll 1d6
Smon rolls 1d6 and gets: 33,
Smon: /roll d20
Smon rolls 1d20 and gets: 55,
amalric: with a skull upon it?
Smon: No skull.
Smon: The door is slightly ajar.
amalric: goblins then
amalric: Rey investigates, looking for traps and if none, listens
Smon: /roll d20+3
Smon rolls 1d20+3 and gets: 1919, (+3) = 22
Smon: Rey comes up beside Bjornalf. He can hear soft mutterings, and what sounds like the roll of dice (goblins playing D&D?)
amalric: haha
amalric: Rey takes a stealthy look
Smon: /roll d20
Smon rolls 1d20 and gets: 99,
Smon: The light from Alicia's blue glow illuminates the passage as Rey sneaks up on the door. Definitely goblins.
Smon: There's a faint red light from the chamber, as of a candle.
amalric: "Time for a little magic, Bjornalf?"
Smon: "BREE_YARK! GISSA COIN!"
Smon: "FGAH THOU, THOLLY! YEEZ GERT!"
Smon: They seem to be arguing.
Kjato Ragfoot: That sounds like a good idea.
Smon: Rey reaches the door.
Smon: Looks in...
Smon: /roll d20+8
Smon rolls 1d20+8 and gets: 1313, (+8) = 21
Smon: Through the crack Rey sees 6 goblins round a low crude table playing dice, clubs bows and short blades close at hand.
Oculus Orbus: It's time to stop playing, guys
Smon: A candle lights the table, illuminating the dice pips.
Kjato Ragfoot: Hmm.
Oculus Orbus: 10 minutes
Kjato Ragfoot: I will cast "minor illusion" on the dice, making one goblin see a good result and the others a bad result.
Smon: Bjornalf joins Rey at the door. Kogor creeps behind Bjornalf.
Smon: /roll d20+4
Smon rolls 1d20+4 and gets: 1818, (+4) = 22
Smon: Bjornalf is quiet.
Smon: /roll d20+3
Smon rolls 1d20+3 and gets: 55, (+3) = 8
Smon: Bjornalf clanks. The goblins look up.
Smon: "WHASSAHG??!"
Smon: Sorry, Kogor clanks I meant.
amalric: "Clot. CHARGE!!!"
Smon: Kogor failed stealth roll.
Smon: The goblins are standing up, drawing weapons. Rey draws his and bursts in, Kogor right behind.
Smon: roll init
amalric: charge regardless
Smon: /roll d20+2
Smon rolls 1d20+2 and gets: 22, (+2) = 4
Kjato Ragfoot rolls 1d20+2 and gets: 11, (+2) = 3
amalric rolls 1d20+4 and gets: 1717, (+4) = 21
Smon: kogor
Smon: /roll d20+1
Smon rolls 1d20+1 and gets: 1515, (+1) = 16
8:44pm 2015-4-17 Oculus Orbus Has exited the room
Smon: Kogor & Rey are on them before they can ready bows.
Smon: Alicia
Smon: /roll d20+1
Smon rolls 1d20+1 and gets: 1818, (+1) = 19
Smon: ok, rey first.
amalric rolls 2d20 and gets: 1212, 1919, = 31
amalric: rapier, dagger as always
Smon: /roll 2d6x2
Smon Rolls 2d6x2 and gets:
33, 33 = 6
22, 66 = 8
Smon: 2 hits
Smon: d8+4 d4+2
amalric rolls 1d8+4 and gets: 88, (+4) = 12
amalric rolls 1d4+2 and gets: 11, (+2) = 3
amalric: sneak attack?
Smon: yes, only due to your assassin powers
amalric rolls 2d6 and gets: 55, 11, = 6
Smon: on which attack?
amalric: second
Smon: ok, Rey bursts in, stabbing left and right, two goblins fall.
Smon: Kogor moves in, hammer swinging.
Smon: /roll d20+6x2
Smon Rolls 1d20+6x2 and gets:
13 (+6) = 19
10 (+6) = 16
Smon: he cuts down two more.
Smon: Alicia shoots her missiles, 2 at 1, 1 at 1
Smon: /roll 2d4+2
Smon rolls 2d4+2 and gets: 11, 22, (+2) = 5
Smon: /roll 1d4+1
Smon rolls 1d4+1 and gets: 11, (+1) = 2
Smon: They yowl, but still stand. Instead of fighting they duck around you, using their racial Disengage ability, and leap out the doorway where Alicia and Bjornalf are standing.
Smon: They hack and stab at Bjornalf.
Smon: /roll 1d20+2x2
Smon Rolls 1d20+2x2 and gets:
9 (+2) = 11
1 (+2) = 3
Smon: sorry +4, so 1 is 13.
Smon: Bjornalf is poked for...
Smon: /roll d6+2
Smon rolls 1d6+2 and gets: 11, (+2) = 3
Smon: 3 dmg
Smon: They try to get past Bjornalf, cursing loudly.
Smon: what is he doing?
Kjato Ragfoot: Bjornalf will Poison Spray one of the goblins.
Smon: (need to end soon, can maybe pick this up in the dungeon?)
Smon: you have Disadvantage as you are in melee
Kjato Ragfoot: No. They need to succeed in a Con save.
Smon: oh, ok
amalric: (end as soon as you like, tired here)
Smon: /roll d20
Smon rolls 1d20 and gets: 1818,
Smon: pass
Kjato Ragfoot: Then he coughs a little and then goes on.
Smon: Rey can come up behind the goblins and attack them as they try to shove past Alicia & Bjornalf.
Smon: (r2)
amalric: will do
amalric rolls 2d20 and gets: 1313, 1010, = 23
Smon: AC 15, so 2 hits, 2nd is at +5
Smon: roll dmg
Smon: Rey stab-stabs
amalric rolls 1d8+4 and gets: 11, (+4) = 5
Smon: can sneak att
amalric rolls 1d4+1 and gets: 33, (+1) = 4
amalric rolls 2d6 and gets: 66, 22, = 8
amalric: sneak attack on the dagger agin
Smon: sneak on 2nd, ok, thanks to Alicia you do enough damage to kill both.
Smon: Silence falls. Kogor grunts. "Eh. Not much sport."
Smon: /roll 12d6
Smon rolls 12d6 and gets: 11, 55, 22, 55, 66, 55, 66, 55, 66, 44, 22, 22, = 49
Smon: You find 49 electrum on the bodies.
Smon: OOC: ok, have to stop. Are you guys free for a short session tomorrow at all?
amalric: should be
Smon: Otherwise need to be Thursday or wait to Friday.
Smon: am or pm best?
amalric: morning or...later?
Kjato Ragfoot: Probably.
Kjato Ragfoot: Morning would be good.
amalric: cant do afternoon, am probably better
Smon: 10.30 am great for me
amalric: 900 or 930?
amalric: LOL okay
Smon: 9.30 ok
amalric: i'll be up
Smon: Can you both do 9.30-11.30? Say that then
amalric: yes, perfect
Smon: not more than 2 hrs tops.
amalric: no that would be fine
Kjato Ragfoot: That should be fine.
Smon: Great, I'll post log & xp.
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