XP Totals
Rey Rogue LEVEL 5 XP 675+11610=12285/14000
Players Not present
PCs Not Present
Hakeem, Barbarian LEVEL 6 XP 14087/23000
Bjornalf Brighteyes Warlock LEVEL 5 XP 10840/14000
Osgar, Fighter LEVEL 4 XP 3900/6500
Kradis Barbarian LEVEL 3 XP 1378/2700
Smon: GM: Rey and his group set out for Trade, on the way to Ahyf.
Smon: /roll d6
Smon rolls 1d6 and gets: 33,
Smon: It's cloudy with occasional scattered rain, not bad for this time of year.
Smon: /roll d6
Smon rolls 1d6 and gets: 66,
Smon: You have been riding for about an hour when you see a large wagon on the road ahead, pulled by a mighty Shagpa, a kind of huge hairy marsupial.
Amalric: oh?
Amalric: "I say, what is that?"
Smon: Shagpa in the back of this pic - https://postmortemstudios.files.wordpress.com/2014/08/jimburns_explorersofgor.jpg
Amalric: "Oh, Slavers. Now I remember..."
Smon: Lord Vilius: "Normally slavers buy from Oriax - or the Vale - and bring north. And I don't see any slaves..."
Smon: As the wagon gets closer, Rey recognises the two drovers - Gluck Goodkind of Ahyf and his shapely daughter Kym, sadly her form hidden by a grey cloak against the rain.
Amalric: "Perhaps...ah, wait."
Smon: They watch as your horse party approaches, Gluck raises a hand in greeting.
Amalric: "Hail, Mister Goodkind! How goes it?"
Smon: Gluck - https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSt1X1QeQskVxlo2Pj_2LGWl90LOOpibEFEYVIf0Sd4XBdsX3sDy84LC8DucsbZkf45-9IEfTzGGzJi1JjcCO7tPtipKg7nDLULp0JUYxo8rKRzITtLumQOMY2DNbXuKJCIud4Sa0Fap4/s1600/01+Gluck+Goodkind.jpg
Smon: Gluck smiles: "Hail there Rey! We fare well, thank you! No brigands on the trail, I trust?"
Smon: /roll d20+8
Smon rolls 1d20+8 and gets: 1818, (+8) = 26
Smon: Kym smiles and waves at Rey with that familiar look.
Amalric: "Not this day, praise be. How is business?"
Amalric: (Rey gets that a lot )
Amalric: "And good morning, Kym. If only the weather was as fair as thee."
Smon: Gluck nods. "Very good! Not many drovers will travel in this weather... but my Shagpa sees us through the potholes, eh boy!" He smiles at his beast's shaggy behind.
Smon: Kym smiles back, cocking her head at Rey. "Oh, you are most charming, sir!"
Amalric: "Quite the beast you have there, Gluck. And just the thing for these roads, as you say. Tell me, what news of Trade this morn?"
Smon: Gluck pulls the reins to a halt. "Good east of Ahyf, Rey. There's trouble on the road west of the town, though. Women have been abducted near Sweet Meadows, the big farm village 15 miles west of port... They say it's a cult's doing."
Smon: Gluck glances protectively at Kym. "We passed through five days ago. Kept a close eye on Kym, I can tell you!"
Smon: Kym shrugs: "You worry too much, daddy. I can look after myself."
Amalric: "A cult? That is worrying news indeed...As if Ahyf didn't have enough difficulties already."
Smon: Lord Vilius draws up beside Rey, smiles benevolently at the merchants, clearly not very interested in them.
Amalric: "And these are dangerous days, Kym. Your father is right to be wary."
Smon: Gluck nods. "There's rumours they're coming up from the caves south of Sweet Meadows - only the vicinity of the village has been hit."
Amalric: "Why I have had to rescue a number of damsels in distress myself..."
Amalric: (something for her to dream on )
Smon: /roll d20+8
Smon rolls 1d20+8 and gets: 1919, (+8) = 27
Smon: LOL
Smon: Kym goes starry eyed: "You can rescue me any time, sir!" She giggles. Gluck frowns in mock disapproval.
Amalric: "I shall look into it, when I get the opportunity."
Smon: Glucl turns to Vilius. "Milord. Sorry to delay you, sir." Vilius yawns. "No, quite all right, do carry on."
Amalric: Rey smiles sweetly at Kym, pushing out his chest
Smon: Kym reaches out to touch Rey's arm, smiling. Vilius rolls his eyes.
Amalric: "Well, we must be off. Take care on these roads, Gluck. Farwell, Kym."
Smon: Gluck considers. "This cult... Rumour has it they're out of the ordinary. No longer human - Mutated. Could be Markab doing..."
Smon: /roll d20+4
Smon rolls 1d20+4 and gets: 22, (+4) = 6
Smon: Markab - the name sounds vaguely familiar to Rey.
Amalric: most names are vaguely familiar to Rey, but only vaguely
Amalric: especially in the morning
Smon: Gluck: "Anyway, reckon we'll be staying east of Ahyf till the trouble dies down. Good to see you, Rey! You're doing well for yourself! We'll talk again later."
Smon: Gluck bids you farewell and starts the wagon moving again. Kym gives Rey a rather dreamy smile and waves goodbye.
Amalric: Rey gives her a smile and a wink when Gluck isnt looking
Smon: (You'll note I rolled natural 18 & 19 +8 mod for Rey's charisma checks, but rolled a 2 for his knowledge check, and Rey ALWAYS seems to do that.)
Amalric: sometimes its better to be lucky than skilled
Smon: Kym turns back to smile and give Rey a wink, too. Lord Vilius watches the exchange. "A fine filly, that..."
Smon: The wagon moves on down the road, past the rest of your group. You join Vilius riding at the head of the party.
Amalric: no doubt he thinks rather her than one of his daughters!
Smon: Lord Vilius pauses. "Would you and her, be, er... courting?"
Smon: The horses clip-clop along the ancient pavestones.
Amalric: "Oh no, she's just a passing aquaintance...at least at this time."
Smon: Vilius nods. "Right... Been meaning to ask you, Rey. My daughter, Cassia..."
Smon: Rey recalls a lot of Cassia last night.
Amalric: "I haven't the time to be courting properly. Too busy adventuring, setting wrongs right, and handling my slaves."
Smon: "Slaves, yes. Busy man, big harem, all that."
Smon: "And the adventuring, yes."
Amalric: "Cassia? Nice girl you have there. They all are."
Smon: Vilius smiles happily. "Yes. All... all but one. You've not met Opa."
Amalric: "No, I have not. Where is she?"
Smon: He sighs sadly, distracted. "Opa was wilful, disobedient. I did my best, but she insisted on dishonouring my House with a low-born... thing. A dwarf."
Amalric: (Rey will ignore the fact he heard of Opa jjust last night)
Amalric: Rey does his best shocked expression
Amalric: "A dwarf?! How ghastly! A noblewoman stooping so low..."
Amalric: (If you'll pardon the pun, thinks Rey to himself, but is careful not to smile)
Smon: "Eventually, I had no choice. She had to be made an example of. And Lord Tarcon is Antillian, like you - harems, you know... I sent her to be his concubine. In return he committed to the Alliance."
Smon: Vilius sighs. "Cassia.... I would hate the same fate to befall her."
Amalric: "A very wise solution to a series of difficult problems, if I may say."
Amalric: "But...Cassia? She is not wilful, disobedient - surely?"
Amalric: (unlike Peony, I'd imagine, he again thinks to himself)
Smon: "It was for the best, in Opa's case. She is coming along nicely, I hear. If only she could bear child... But Cassia is quite different. Yes. The only issue is that she refuses to marry Lord Kaldrac. Doesn't like the man."
Amalric: "Oh. That is unfortunate."
Smon: "She is getting on a bit, Cassia... She needs a husband. One of noble blood." He looks meaningfully at Rey. "If you had anyone you could suggest?"
Amalric: (cant blame her)
Amalric: "I shall give the matter some thought," replies Rey, gulping hard
Smon: Vilius nods. "I had considered Lord Vex, but now he's enamoured with that Nerathi priestess." Vilius sighs.
Amalric: "What of Peony? Would she be a match for Kaldrac?"
Smon: "It's not easy raising six girls without their mother, I can tell you!" Vilius nods. "Peony, yes... My thoughts had begun to turn in that direction. She might be a better match for Kaldrac. Neither is particularly... intellectual."
Smon: /roll d20+2
Smon rolls 1d20+2 and gets: 22, (+2) = 4
Amalric: Rey snorts despite himself, but quickly recovers
Amalric: "No, they may prove a good combination."
Smon: Vilius nods, looking north. "Not long now - I think that's the smoke of Trade's fires ahead?" He points to a grey smudge in the sky ahead,
Amalric: (Rey might actually entertain a marriage to Cassia, but fears that other women would then pay him less attention)
Smon: "But Cassia... What do you think of her? You're not the marrying kind, I suppose?"
Smon: Vilus looks straight ahead. "Yes, definitely Trade... We'll be there soon."
Amalric: "I..."
Amalric: Rey pauses, choosing his words carefully
Smon: (no answer?)
Amalric: "Cassia is a fine woman indeed, and I should be very fortunate to be considered a suitable husband for her. Its just...at this time...I feel I may do my job better, and hence serve you better...if I remain unattached. At least for a time."
Smon: /roll d20+8
Smon rolls 1d20+8 and gets: 1313, (+8) = 21
Amalric: "She is a fine girl. Beautiful, clever, everything a single man could want."
Smon: Vilius nods. "Yes, of course. That is a very good point."
Amalric: "Though perhaps a terrible waste on someone like Kaldrac."
Smon: He pauses, looking suddenly older. "It's just..."
Smon: "If... you could keep any relations discreet, that would be for the best. People will talk."
Smon: You see the stockaded walls of Trade ahead, and the sea beyond.
Smon: The gate opens at your approach, guards ushering you in.
Amalric: "Of course, my Lord. Discretion the better part of valor, and all that."
Smon: Vilius nods. "Thank you... Ah, Lord Tarcon!"
Smon: The noble Lord of Trade strides forward, arms wide in greeting. "Vilius! So good to see you! Welcome!"
Smon: Vilius smiles back, dismounts stiffly, embraces Tarcon. "And I don't think you've met Lord Reynard of Myssk?"
Smon: Tarcon turns to Rey, still smiling broadly. "No, but I've heard a few stories! Welcome, my friend!"
Amalric: "Hail Lord Tarcon, and well met."
Smon: /roll d20+4
Smon rolls 1d20+4 and gets: 66, (+4) = 10
Amalric: "I can't imagine what you mean," says Rey, straight-faced
Smon: Tarcon grins: "Just in time for lunch! Come, change your wet clothes and tell me of your adventures!"
Smon: Tarcon beckons you into his hall. As he goes on ahead, Lord Vilius whispers. "Of course, there is the matter of Tsamar being Lord Tarcon's sister..." he smiles a little mischievously.
Amalric: O_O
Amalric: "Riiiight...."
Smon: You are escorted in to the Hall. A loincloth clad concubine lounges on the steps of the throne. At the sight of Vilius she quickly stands, blushing. Vilius gives his daughter the barest hint of a nod.
Amalric: "You must be Opa! Nice to meet you."
Smon: Tarcon: "Opa, take Lord Reynard to the first guest room, help him choose new clothes." He turns to an old maid, tells her do the same for Vilius.
Smon: Opa looks at Rey...
Smon: /roll d0+8
Smon rolls 1d1+8 and gets: 1 (+8) = 9
Smon: /roll d20+8
Smon rolls 1d20+8 and gets: 1111, (+8) = 19
Smon: only 19.
Amalric: (not a bad result for a d1 )
Amalric: must be losing his touch
Amalric: or used it up for the day!
Smon: Opa: "Please come with me milord..."
Smon: She escorts Rey to a small guest room, lays out a dry smock and trews.
Amalric: Rey does that, admiring her from behind, and thinking "This must have been Kogor's view..."
Smon: LOL
Amalric: "Could you give me a hand off..."
Smon: She does have a shapely behind, and shapelier front; bustier than Vilius' other daughters.
Amalric: "...With these wet clothes."
Amalric:
Smon: Opa nods. "Yes, milord." She starts to untie the stays on Rey's shirt.
Amalric: "How is life in Trade?" he asks
Smon: Opa helps Rey off with his tunic, shirt & trews. She nods. "Trade is..."
Smon: She blushes. "...Antillian."
Smon: /roll d20+2
Smon rolls 1d20+2 and gets: 1414, (+2) = 16
Smon: Presumably she refers to the way Antillians make Ghinorans look like paragons of gender equality.
Smon: "Do you need help dressing?"
Amalric: "I spoke with your sisters Cassia and Peony last night. They are worried for you."
Smon: Opa's eyes brighten. "Cassia, Peony! How are they?"
Smon: (brb tea)
Amalric: "They are very well. Very well indeed. Cassia particularly."
Smon: /roll d20
Smon rolls 1d20 and gets: 66,
Smon: Opa nods absently, sighs. "That's good."
Smon: She waits while Rey dresses.
Amalric: (guess that killed her fancy)
Smon:
Amalric: Rey dresses quickly. "How is Lord Tarcon? Antiliian?"
Amalric:
Smon: Opa leads Rey back into the Hall, where lunch is served, mostly seafood.
Smon: Opa nods. "Yes - his family came from Antil long ago."
Smon: Opa directs Rey to a chair beside Tarcon & Vilius at the high table. Tarcon smiles. "I see she dressed you, Lord Reynard!"
Amalric: (Wow, she is really dumb, thinks Rey to himself. Makes Peony look a genius)
Smon: Tarcon turns to Vilius. "She is good at such things. If only she could bear child."
Amalric: "Well yes, she laid out some clothes. Thankyou."
Smon: Vilius shrugs, takes some wine. "It may just need time, my friend."
Smon: Tarcon shakes his head. "I don't think so..."
Amalric: "All good things to those who wait..."
Smon: Lower down the table sit the three weaponmasters of Vex, Theber & Trade. The veterans overhear Tarcon's words, look uncomfortable.
Smon: Tarcon nods to Rey. "Aye. And at worst, she can always be sold..." he turns back to Vilius. "Fear not, my friend. The Alliance is safe, whatever I do with Opa. An Antillian's word is his bond."
Smon: Vilius smiles thinly. "Good to hear."
Amalric: Rey keeps quiet for now
Amalric: but nods in agreement
Smon: Tarcon offers Rey & Vilius wine, drinks deeply himself.
Amalric: (drinking less wine on his part might get her pregnant)
Smon: Tarcon: "I must confess, my friend Lord Reynard, I am curious concerning the rumours that have come from Selatine. The massacre of the Pirates?"
Smon: Tarcon waits for Rey to speak.
Smon: "...Rumour has it Tsamar still lives, captured by a Warlock's spell?"
Amalric: "Yes, the rumours are true, I'm afraid. Tsamar the Pirate captured a Ralluan ship, carrying a noble. The Ralluans in turn came looking for her..."
Amalric: "They found Tsamar in Selatine, and slew her crew and took her captive. I believe she is enspelled. I was out of town when it all happened, only returned at the very end."
Amalric: "Tsamar is... a relative of yours, no?"
Smon: /roll d20+8
Smon rolls 1d20+8 and gets: 66, (+8) = 14
Smon: Tarcon frowns. "Strange... I heard you were feted as one of the heroes who rescued the Ralluan doxy Tsamar had enslaved... " his expression darkens. "I had a sister, once. But I have no sister now."
Smon: Vilius: "Pirates are a scourge, we can all agree."
Amalric: "Well, forgive me for my modesty. I only wished to tread carefully on unfamiliar ground. In truth, although I came late to the raid, I slew Tsamar's lieutenant myself."
Smon: Tarcon nods, smiling slightly. "That fits with the rumour - that Tsamar's man Zorgun was slain trying to flee with the doxy. By killing him you did a service to honest merchantmen."
Smon: He quaffs his wine. "Though some in Ahyf will not agree."
Smon: The lunch nears its end as the fish is cleared away, a modest array of breads and cheeses is served.
Amalric: "Thankyou, most kind of you to say."
Amalric: "But we have business in Ahyf. Some of the Ralluan maids were taken as slaves, and are still held in Ahyf."
Smon: Tarcon nods, smiling. Vilius picks at his cheese. "Thank you for your hospitality, Lord Tarcon. We must away now, to make the walls of Ahyf ere nightfall."
Amalric: "With Lord Vilius I hope to negotiate their release."
Smon: Tarcon: "I hear you'll find most of the Ralluan doxies strutting their stuff on the quaysides. But Warlord Briaron has taken one for a concubine, and seems enamoured of her."
Amalric: "Figures. Well, we will have to do what we can."
Smon: For the first time, Tarcon leans in close to Rey. "A word of advice. Briaron's wife - Calpurnia - she is the dangerous one. Nerathi. The Nerathi are snakes...."
Smon: Vilius: "Oh, that's a little harsh, don't you think Tarcon? We met a fine Nerathi merchant and his daughter on the road here, just today."
Smon: The lunch concludes, Tarcon clearly the worse for drink - a fine match for Princess Peony, perhaps?
Amalric: "Perhaps some Nerathi are worse than others," offers Rey, mediating
Amalric: and yes
Amalric: Rey will suggest as much to Lord Vilius at a quiet moment
Smon: Tarcon shrugs. "Perhaps. The Snake Cultists are worse...." Vilius bids Tarcon farewell and your party remounts and rides west out of town.
Amalric: and then perhaps Opa to Kraldac?
Amalric: "Snake Cultists? Out west of Ahyf? You know of them??"
Amalric: (a connection between the Cultists and Calpurnia, perhaps?)
Smon: Tarcon look rather bleary eyed at Rey. "No. " Leaving town, Vilius nods to Rey's suggestion re Peony. "Hmm. Possibly. I don't think Peony would be keen on the match, though. Tarcon is handsome and rich, but even an Antillian 'wife' is not accorded the dignity Ghinarians expect. And Kaldrac will only marry a virgin - not Opa, though he'd take her for a slave."
Smon: /roll d20+4
Smon rolls 1d20+4 and gets: 88, (+4) = 12
Smon: Vilius: "Snake cults... I think Tarcon was referring to the Cult of Set, who the Nerathi call Zehir. Many of their merchants follow it. Not Mr Goodkind, I hope!"
Smon: (brb)
Amalric: "Fair point."
Amalric: "I doubt Gluck would do that...not to his daughter."
Amalric: (Perhaps we shall find someone suitable in Briaron's harem for both Kaldrac and Tarcon..? )
Smon: (father in law rang. He's arrving 2pm Sunday for 2 weeks!)
Amalric: (wow. mine passed away 8 years ago at 67, same age my father died)
Amalric: (we had a few of my wife's relatives for 4 nights last weekend, were nice but it is draining)
Amalric: (and that was 4 nights/days!)
Smon: (last time I got 1 day's notice of a 22 day stay over Xmas. That was draining!)
Smon:
Amalric: ouch!
Smon: GM: You ride west through the coast drizzle...
Smon: /roll d6
Smon rolls 1d6 and gets: 22,
Smon: Around 25 miles or so later you reach Ahyf towards nightfall. As the stone-walled town opens its gates to your party and the stench of civilisation wafts out, it feels a lot like coming home...
Amalric:
Smon: Vilius: "I suggest we head straight for Lord Briaron? He is usually quite amenable, and will have sway with Gorok and the Thoth temple."
Amalric: "Agreed."
Smon: Your party rides through the narrow darkening streets, watched by the scurrying dark-clad citizenry, some of them doubtless Rey's distant relatives.
Amalric: hence the pale skin, plus neat moustache and beard - hopefully enough to distance himself and prevent recognition
Smon: Reaching the courtyard of Warlord Briaron's substantial estate, servants take your horses and a manservant escorts Rey, Vilius, & co to an antechamber to ablute. After a short wait you are ushered into the Hall - third nobles' hall in two days, not counting Selatine - where Warlord Briaron and his wife the Lady Calpurnia Cor wait on twin teak chairs, a nude concubine lounging in chains at Briaron's feet.
Smon: Briaron stands, smiling. "Vilius, old friend! Come on in! Wine!" Servants scurry to fetch wine. "Sit with us, tell me what brings you this far?"
Smon: Vilius nods: "And this is Lord Reynard Mercellin of Mysk."
Amalric: Rey bows. "Lord Briaron, Lady Calpurnia. The pleasure is all mine."
Smon: Briaron nods, stands, offers Rey a hand. "Briaron - and my wife, Calpurnia of Hara." Calpurnia stands, smiles politely, curtsies.
Smon: /roll d20+8
Smon rolls 1d20+8 and gets: 66, (+8) = 14
Smon: kinda avg
Amalric: isnt she
Smon: Briaron - http://fc01.deviantart.net/fs38/f/2008/364/9/a/Warlord_by_cwgabriel.jpg
Smon: Calpurnia - https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhab85otv6MLqMGfEm8f7zpiUhuYd0EEMHn4qUaVNc0k8CjqPP54DusxDBmy2jr5mGw-nfeB5DmTIEsxWjBcDP1wVAo10CsnBUz1bqquLd-V8DwTbbEGSC7QYIaD35XUYXLktD5xfqdnMQ/s1600/greek_princess_by_mariejhonson-d7oskvd.jpg - yeah I guess
Amalric: she's got clothes on, for goodness sake
Amalric: and he looks like a leaner Bluto
Smon: Servants bring wine and chairs for you to sit, the others sitting further back, or staying in waiting.
Smon: Small talk ensues.
Smon: Vilius seems in no hurry to raise the matter at hand. Alli the maid comes over to Rey at one point and whispers in his ear: "That concubine is Preola Cilerius."
Smon: /roll d20+2
Smon rolls 1d20+2 and gets: 1414, (+2) = 16
Amalric: Rey nods and smiles, pinches Alli on the bum
Amalric: he engages in small talk for now, too
Smon: Alli goes *eek* jumps, and scurries off smiling. Briaron follows Rey's gaze to the concubine. "You like my slavegirl? Finest Rallu wear! Just got her recently! Still in training! Got any Rallu girls, Lord Reynard?"
Smon: (Preola 2nd captive from right - definitely NSFW - https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqUABYQZ1rsl44diECybC5JqSafJz-uZpE7WHIDEP17eTcy-9XFKFnV1DrDArJ_2V9JYEtY0e6j412hWfRiDWEhP0g5QHmfarBvIZjjtvuPRNKaOvf_UhrKyyzH7EdFuBC_KaBkZ_o3hE/s1600/Kemal+of+Tarantis+with+Lady+Lucretia's+friends.jpg)
Amalric: "I do like her, and sadly have none myself. Could you tell me where you got her, my Lord?"
Amalric: (saw the pic earlier, have your site up on a separate page)
Smon: Briaron nods. "Certainly! Kemal of Tarantis - he sells only the finest wares!"
Smon:
Smon: Lady Calpurnia interjects: "I've asked the cooks to rustle up a little dinner. You'll want to bathe after your journey - we have rather a good bathpool." (OOC shades of Yggsburgh)
Amalric: (nice)
Smon: Lady Calpurnia and two male servants escort Rey, Vilius, and Weaponmasters Balthus & Malthis to a steaming bath pool, Alli the maid also tagging along.
Amalric: "That would be very kind of you, and very welcome."
Amalric: (male servants? they really have the wrong idea)
Smon: Calpurnia: "Those bottles are special salts, to ease the ache of your journey. I'll see you in an hour."
Smon: Alli goes to help Rey disrobe.
Amalric: How far to the quayside from here?
Smon: Calpurnia leaves your party, after disrobing old Vilius sends the male servants away and eases back into the steaming pool. "Ah, much better for these old bones..."
Smon: Not far at all, you're off a square about 100 yards from the docks.
Amalric: can Rey get to it from here by slipping out, without attracting attention?
Smon: With +10 Stealth & it now dark, almost certainly.
Amalric: mind you, would he need to take Alli with him?
Smon: Yes, to recognise the women
Amalric: slip some coin to a gate guard?
Smon: /roll d6
Smon rolls 1d6 and gets: 22,
Smon: The rain outside is heavier now.
Amalric: was thinking he could go purchase the 3 quayside women now, ask about the one taken to the Temple
Smon: Definitely easy weather to stealth in - wet & cold though.
Amalric: and still get back in time for a bath
Smon: You can aim to slip out the servants' back passage, exit the estate w Alli & go to the docks?
Amalric: well lets try it
Smon: ok - Rey bids goodbye to Vilis & co for now, slips into the back way w Alli.
Smon: /roll d20+10
Smon rolls 1d20+10 and gets: 1313, (+10) = 23
Smon: No problem passing the kitchen...
Smon: /roll d6
Smon rolls 1d6 and gets: 33,
Smon: Back door not locked, you open it & slip outside, to the courtyard...
Smon: /roll d20+10
Smon rolls 1d20+10 and gets: 11, (+10) = 11
Smon: oops.
Amalric: LOL had to happen
Smon: Rey is heading across the courtyard to the back gate with Alli behind when a voice calls out: "Hey you girl! Where you going?!"
Amalric: Rey stops, turns around, all smiles. "She is with me. Tell me, which is the best dive around here? Always wanted to see Ahyf's streets up close."
Amalric: "Fancied a drink or two before dinner, you know...may not get another chance..."
Smon: Rey's not been spotted, but a burly guard in Alryan chain closes on a frightened Alli. "Don't recognise you..." he grumbles suspiciously, hand on sword hilt. Rey emerges from the shadows, speaks.
Smon: /roll d20+8
Smon rolls 1d20+8 and gets: 1818, (+8) = 26
Smon:
Smon: The guard eases up. "Oh, sorry sir! You with the new party, sir? Yes, the Airshark Inn is the place to see in Ahyf! Hear the Fighting Pit's open tonight!"
Amalric: "Excellent news! Who's the best fighter to wager on?"
Smon: "Take the first right, straight down to the docks, left at the quayside."
Amalric: "Good man!" Rey drops him 3 gp in thanks
Smon: "Fighter - ah, that'd be Archermos, no doubt."
Smon: "He's killed three men with barely a scratch on him."
Smon: The guard takes the coin happily, unlatches the back gate. "There you go, sir."
Smon: He winks at Alli, who pouts back.
Amalric: "Many thanks. We'll be back within the hour, will give you five more if you can let us back through."
Smon: "Just knock and I'll open the viewing panel, see you right, sir."
Smon: He escorts you through the gate, closes & latches it behind you.
Amalric: Rey nods, and with that they are off
Smon: The rain pours down as you hurry through the streets.
Smon: The town is subdued by the rain, even the docks are quiet, but you do see a few naked coin-girls plying their trade amidst the sailors just off the boats, rings through their noses and iron coin boxes locked to their neck collars.
Amalric: lets try the quayside first
Amalric: how do the rings & coin boxes work, btw?
Smon: Alli wrinkles her nose in distaste, then points out a fair-skinned, large-breasted blonde conversing with three sailors. "That one... is one of them."
Amalric: "Lets find the others and come back."
Smon: (You put a cp sp or gp in box depending on service required... regular sex is an sp)
Smon: (When they get back the master unlocks the box & takes the money)
Amalric: "On second thoughts..."
Amalric: Rey approaches and offers the girl a gp
Smon: Alli whispers: "That's Malla Sidenae..." At your approach the coin girl turns, then sees Alli and gasps in surprise.
Smon: /roll d20+8
Smon rolls 1d20+8 and gets: 11, (+8) = 9
Smon: heh
Smon: Three sailors glower angrily at Rey as he offers the coin. One steps forward, hand on sword hilt. "Bugger off! We saw her first!"
Amalric: "I;ll give you a coin each for your troubles."
Amalric: "Plenty more girls on the quayside."
Smon: /roll d20+8
Smon rolls 1d20+8 and gets: 11, (+8) = 9
Smon: LOL!!!
Amalric: I think that dice is broken
Smon: "He's rich!..."
Smon: The men grin evilly, drawing their swords... roll init
Amalric rolls 1d20+4 and gets: 11, (+4) = 5
Amalric: LOL 3 in a row!
Smon: hmmm
Amalric: and 4 out of 5
Smon: /roll d20+1
Smon rolls 1d20+1 and gets: 1919, (+1) = 20
Amalric: seen this a few times recently
Smon: Rey's sword seems stuck in its sheath as the men surge forward...
Smon: /roll d20+3x3
Smon Rolls 1d20+3x3 and gets:
15 (+3) = 18
12 (+3) = 15
8 (+3) = 11
Smon: 2 hit
Smon: /roll 2d8+2
Smon rolls 2d8+2 and gets: 11, 88, (+2) = 11
Amalric: where's that Mage Armor when you need it
Smon: 11 dmg, at 34/45
Amalric rolls 2d20 and gets: 55, 2020, = 25
Smon: (Next time bring Alicia!)
Amalric: dagger hits
Smon: 5 is a hit, you are +7/+8 and they are AC 12
Amalric: excellent
Amalric: and can I use Uncanny Dodge to take half damage from the 8hp attack?
Amalric rolls 1d8+4 and gets: 55, (+4) = 9
Amalric rolls 1d4+1 and gets: 11, (+1) = 2
Amalric rolls 3d6 and gets: 11, 55, 44, = 10
Smon: would be vs 1st attack as you have to declare before dmg roll I believe.
Amalric: save it then
Smon: (you can do it every turn)
Amalric: LOL okay then
Smon: (we can just assume 1/2 dmg from 1st hit)
Smon: So at 35
Amalric: every little helps
Smon: Rey stabs the leading sailor through the heart, he drops dead.
Smon: The women scream. morale check...
Smon: /roll 2d6
Smon rolls 2d6 and gets: 11, 66, = 7
Smon: pass, just,
Smon: They scream & lunge:
Amalric: "Should have taken the coin, boys! Cheaper than dying!"
Smon: /roll d20+3x2
Smon Rolls 1d20+3x2 and gets:
14 (+3) = 17
10 (+3) = 13
Smon: (I think they're very drunk)
Smon: /roll d8+1
Smon rolls 1d8+1 and gets: 77, (+1) = 8
Smon: 4 dmg
Smon: They start to look nervous.
Amalric rolls 2d20 and gets: 77, 77, = 14
Amalric: LOL just
Amalric rolls 1d8+4 and gets: 88, (+4) = 12
Smon: 2 hits
Smon: killed
Amalric rolls 1d4+1 and gets: 11, (+1) = 2
Amalric rolls 3d6 and gets: 66, 11, 22, = 9
Smon: killed
Smon: Rey looks down at the 3 bodies around him.
Smon: Alli blinks. "You're GOOD!"
Amalric: Rey sheaths his weapons and sticks a gold coin in the girl's neck box
Amalric: "Come with me, I believe I earned this."
Amalric: Rey smiles at Alli, all suave. "Thanks. I have my moments."
Amalric: He pulls her close and kisses her hard
Smon: The blonde coin girl swoons, leaning against a tie-bollard for support. Alli smiles back coquettishly, then melts into Rey's arms as he kisses her.
Amalric: "Now let us find the others, and hope we dont have to kill everyone on the quayside."
Smon: The blonde, dazed, follows you along.
Smon: Several dark-clad figures scurry out of your way.
Smon: /roll d6
Smon rolls 1d6 and gets: 22,
Smon: Alli points out a skinny fair-haired coin girl copulating with a large bearded sailor against a sodden bale of canvas. "Her, she's another."
Smon: "Colete"
Amalric: "Okay, we'll come back for her!"
Smon: Preola: "W- what's going on? Those men - the Guard may be here soon..."
Amalric: "Unless..."
Amalric: Rey waits for a moment, then approaches the bearded sailor and places his rapier blade agianst his back. "Better hurry up, or you're a dead man..."
Smon: A halfling scurries past you and starts to loot the bodies of the dead sailors.
Smon: /roll d20+5
Smon rolls 1d20+5 and gets: 66, (+5) = 11
Smon: The big man turns at Rey's approach, glares down at him. "Wait yer turn, mate!"
Smon: /roll 2d4
Smon rolls 2d4 and gets: 44, 11, = 5
Smon: 5 other men who were drinking nearby with a couple Coin Girls rise and start to come over... one of them is a big scarred half orc.
Amalric: Rey places the point deeper, to get his message across. "Last chance."
Amalric: "Oh bugger."
Smon: Alli: "Er, more trouble Rey!"
Amalric: how far away?
Smon: The big man grins. "Kill me and yer a dead man mate. Now LET ME DO ME BUSINESS. Alright?"
Smon: THey're about 40' now.
Amalric: is that within range? I mean, can I stab this guy and take the girl and run away?
Smon: With the rain coming down visibility is only about 60-80' in the dark.
Amalric: i'm guessing not
Amalric: okay so maybe
Smon: Doesn't look good, unless you were going to jump off the quayside.
Smon: You alone could prob make it, not tugging others along.
Amalric: okay, then Rey lowers his blade and hurries off with Alli and Preola
Amalric: "She'll have to wait."
Smon: The big guy sighs, shrugs, turns back. "Typical. Ponce."
Smon: His friends watch you hurry off, soaking wet now.
Smon: (You're not as good at Intimidate as Persuade, and I rolled a 6 )
Smon: Where are you going?
Amalric: (Oh and it was Malla, not Preola, oops)
Amalric: further along? we can always double back a different way, I assume?
Smon: If you keep going you'll enter a warehouse area away from the taverns. You could then double back.
Amalric: yes
Amalric: could just be the next one is at the Airshark Inn
Smon: Malla: "I don't understand - I should go back..."
Amalric: and we might bump into Colete again
Amalric: alone this time
Smon: /roll d6
Smon rolls 1d6 and gets: 11,
Smon: lucky
Smon: 6 would have been bad
Amalric: "I'm here to take you away from this, back to your Lady."
Amalric: oh yes, so it would!
Smon: Alli: "We're here to rescue you, Miss Sidenae. Your friends too!"
Smon: You work your way deftly through the warehouses, circling round and back to the tavern/red light district.
Amalric: "Where are the others?"
Smon: You see the bulk of the great Airshark Inn ahead, a commotion from the covered fighting pit off to one side - the crowd roars.
Smon: Malla: "Arani is working in the Airshark tonight, because of the weather..."
Amalric: "Lets take a quick look at the pit."
Amalric: (oh, and can Rey try removing Malla's box? pick locks?)
Amalric: (pardon the expression)
Smon: You approach the pit, girls tailing behind. A crowd arounds it is thick, but you catch sight of a stocky, muscular figure in gladiator armour standing astride the fallen body of an Amazon.
Smon: A fat man calls out: "Victory to Archermos! Again!"
Smon: Rey investigates the lock...
Smon: /roll d20+7
Smon rolls 1d20+7 and gets: 1919, (+7) = 26
Amalric: "Thats enough. Lets get inside the inn, see if we can tempt Arani out."
Amalric: (brb, putting kid to bed)
Smon: Yup, the box lock is simple enough, a flick of the pick and it'll open, letting the coins be removed. But the box is welded to her collar, also locked.
Smon: The collar lock looks harder.
Smon: (need to stop soon, shoulder hurting fr typing!)
Amalric: will try removing the collar
Smon: /roll d20+7
Smon rolls 1d20+7 and gets: 22, (+7) = 9
Smon: no dice, collar stays on
Amalric: all gone a bit pear shaped
Amalric: time to nip into the Airshark Inn for Arani?
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