Bar fight with Garson the drunken Guard
Bjornalf shags Lady Anna Bronze
Rey shags wench Pamela Bardew
Eardvulf shags wench Melissa
15/1
Amari vanished
Tamara arrested as a Cultist
Captain Jeremiah, PCs, Guards, Fr. Ulfic riding south to Cultist Caves.
XP: 750 each. +200 bonus to Bjornalf for handling the bar trouble so effectively.
Bjornalf Brighteyes Warlock LEVEL 6 XP 950+17670=18620/23000
Rey Rogue LEVEL 6 XP 750+14715=15465/23000
Eardvulf, Barbarian LEVEL 4 750+2700=3450/6500PLAYER NOT PRESENT Hakeem, Barbarian LEVEL 6 XP 20917/23000 Osgar, Fighter LEVEL 4 XP 6330/6500
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| Innkeeper Ghessorm Hammerhand |
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| Lady Anna Bronze of Hara |
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| Pamela Bardew, Bar Wench |
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| Sister Tamara, Priestess of St Irig |
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| Melissa, Bar Wench |
Smon: Missed 4 hours of cool gaming & tons of xp bored
boredom3031: I even overslept my normal breakfast time.
Smon: Game log is here - http://smons.blogspot.co.uk/ - H & B got 4400 XP
Kjato Ragfoot: 6th level magic dispelling warlock. Yeah!
Smon: Looking at my schedule, I think the only time I have before next Friday is this Sunday evening, if that suits anyone.
boredom3031: eardvulf was looking for some pelvic stabbing
Smon: OK, well keep it IC
Smon: In Character
boredom3031: Suits me fine.
Kjato Ragfoot: I should have time on Sunday.
boredom3031:
Smon: I can schedule for 6.30pm Sunday, might need to break at some point for dinner w in-laws but 30 mins max. I can start now - main thing is Bjornalf hp recovery first.
boredom3031: I have no where to be on sunday, definitely not a church. If I entered one, it would burn to the ground spontaneously.
Kjato Ragfoot: OK. How do I actually recover HP?
Smon: @boredom you sound like the author of Liberation of the Demon Slayer.
boredom3031:
Smon: Bjornalf had a Short Rest having bread & wine with the priests, so can spend some or all of his 6 Healing Dice, d8+2 each.
Smon: Do you know your current hp tally? I missed what the last clw restored.
Kjato Ragfoot: I was at 6/38
Kjato Ragfoot: Ah. OK. If I see that correctly, I will be at full HP after a long rest?
Kjato Ragfoot: And also up to 3 Healing Diceß
Kjato Ragfoot rolls 3d8+6 and gets: 77, 33, 22, (+6) = 18
Smon: No, using the slow healing rule, you don't recover hp from long rest, only dice. But you get 6 dice & recover 3 per long rest.
Kjato Ragfoot: 24/38
6:08pm 2015-5-15 boredom3031 Has exited the room
Kjato Ragfoot: 31/47
Kjato Ragfoot: Ah.
Kjato Ragfoot rolls 1d8+2 and gets: 55, (+2) = 7
Smon: You can spend 3 more if you like, but won't have them tomorrow
Smon: 38
Kjato Ragfoot: 38/47
Smon: 1 more?
Kjato Ragfoot rolls 1d8+2 and gets: 44, (+2) = 6
Kjato Ragfoot: 44/47
Smon: Might want to save the last one
Kjato Ragfoot: And that should be enough, leaving me with 1 Healing Die (or 4 Healing Dice tomorrow)
Smon: yup
Smon: OK we'll see if Boredom returns...
6:11pm 2015-5-15 boredom3031 Has entered the room
Kjato Ragfoot: I should probably only play lawful good paladins from now on. It seems all my cahracter turn out to be lawful characters anyway.
boredom3031: Damn connection
Smon: LOL
Smon: (@kjato)
Smon: Yeah you did a good job w Marcus Hystaspes, Paladin of Mitra.
Smon: I can't really see Bjornalf murdering his lover in a fit of pique currently.
boredom3031: I could never see myself playing a paladin
Smon: I believe you.
Smon: OK I have 2 players, let's begin.
Smon: Novitiate Amari leads you across the town square to a large, rowdy establishment, the Shark Tooth Inn.
Smon: >>The Shark Tooth Inn: Clear Meadows' Inn is a large and rowdy establishment, frequented by soldiers of the garrison as well as pilgrims to the Temple and higher-class travellers. The serving wench slaves tend to be blonde and buxom, which is just how the huge Altanian Innkeeper Ghessorm Hammerhand likes it. Rumoured to have orcish blood, Ghessorm has no trouble keeping order with the pair of stone hammers he keeps behind the bar....<<
boredom3031: Eard looks at the Inn. "Could be fun here."
Smon: The Inn: https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuv1eC5Hcl7WL-ZkTb5ds6kGTSBUqb2mjLK9wghM7qehBxsBxLb9CLYziqeyhUh7TJ84GmQsJAu8UbGdwVgDjD8j3z6atYDOIpMePlZ3XQQ_ENpIeVZ8sLQNzYoZNxDClHnL2CdeIs3mE/s640/03+(2).jpg
Smon: The Innkeeper: https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJDLbAuHMxq40z9Yu-2T31bshROb73m3tsSwy8b_PyR8AdO9_zlVHjfhDYqX0hLy7UVS_7SZGYAzbPfb4HARf3ddRlOLGkn3xDUJSVGvqfI-jM4CZUh8HF8V99-SDofd_tAtfDBVbskmg/s320/Barbarian_Half_orc_by_Nordheimer.jpg
Smon: One of the wenches: https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiltt0AAX7hIH89IzeJQzaQQZ7K9k3hX50MEX6jTsrgWDsl5xey4c67v91VJhbgzyCLR6h37qgG0EzqUx-k5y_8thXKa2tvQgSOhuY00Tw5i9V1I318N9ZkJ0ITGdtU61r-XnoIdzXxho/s320/05.jpg
boredom3031: "Yeah, this place could really be fun."
Smon: The place is already thronged with customers this evening. Many fear to travel on the roads with the cultist attacks and have stayed longer than planned.
Smon: Hakeem pushes through to the bar, orders a room & hot bath for himself & Malenn, and retires to ease his wounds with hot water and lots of rumpy-pumpy.
boredom3031: Eardvulf makes his way to the bar, ordering the strongest drink they have.
Smon: Rey is presumably being entertained by Sister Tamara at the Temple - perhaps he'll pop in later.
Smon: /roll d20+4
Smon rolls 1d20+4 and gets: 1313, (+4) = 17
Smon: The blonde wench (in the pic) smiles at him. "Yes, sir! Coming right up! Kolda Whisky, 1 gold piece."
Smon: She pours a good sized goblet.
boredom3031: Eardvulf puts the payment down on the bar for the wench.
Kjato Ragfoot: Bjornalf would like some wine.
Kjato Ragfoot: With honey.
Smon: She takes the shiny gold coin, and serves Bjornalf honeyed wine for 2 sp.
Smon: Are you sitting at the bar or tables?
boredom3031: Eard will move over to a table after getting his drink.
Kjato Ragfoot: Tables, if we can shove some spaces free.
Smon: Wench: "I'm Melissa, sirs. Anything you want let me know. We're a little short of rooms right now but l'll do my best if you want one..."
Smon: /roll d20+7
Smon rolls 1d20+7 and gets: 1515, (+7) = 22
boredom3031: "Well, you could show me to a room later." Eard says with a wink
Smon: Bjornalf does his best Eerie look and a couple guardsmen clear over, giving space at a trestle table.
Smon: The girl smiles back wide-eyed at Eardvulf. "Yes, sir."
boredom3031: Eardvulf tries to buy her a drink also.
Kjato Ragfoot: Stop making the servants drunk, they will spill my mead otherwise.
Smon: "Oh! Get off me!" a woman's voice rings out from a side alcove close to where Bjornalf got seats for himself & Eardvulf. The blonde noblewoman Eardvulf rescued earlier has been pulled onto the lap of a beefy drunken soldier, who is grinning as he pulls off her 'clothing'.
boredom3031: eard kind of ignores him, and leans whispering over to Melissa and gives her a coin and tries to whisper to get herself something.
boredom3031: (oops)
Smon: Melissa: "I'll have a wine, thank you sir... 2 silver."
Kjato Ragfoot: Bjornalf will get over, tap the guy on the shoulder and say "Excuse me, that is mine".
Kjato Ragfoot: And simply drag the woman along.
boredom3031: *eard hands her 2 sp over, and then notices the commotion, not asking any questions and moves over to the commotion.*
Smon: The drunken guard looks up as B grabs Lady Anna, pulling her away.
Smon: /roll d20+7
Smon rolls 1d20+7 and gets: 1616, (+7) = 23
Smon: (clever line)
Smon: He just gazes in stupefaction. The other soldiers - 8 or so - nearby look up curiously.
Smon: Eardvulf comes over.
Smon: Anna looks at B in surprise. "I..."
boredom3031: "Leave the woman alone." Says simply. placing hands on his hips near his weapons.
Smon: Anna: "Th-thank you...?"
Kjato Ragfoot: You are welcome. And now stop playing with guards, you were to teach us proper peom writing.
Smon: The now empty-handed guard looks at Eardvulf, looks at the retreating B & A, shrugs.
Kjato Ragfoot: poem writing.
boredom3031: "Good." Eard says and then moves away from the soldiers, approaching Anna. "We keep meeting like this." he says to her.
Kjato Ragfoot: You are new to this damsel saving business, aren't you?
boredom3031: Yes, yes I am.
Smon: Anna gazes at Eardvulf. Melissa calls out: "Lady Anna, I believe your bath is ready? Will these gentlemen be sharing your room? You know we don't have any more space...."
Smon: Anna nods to Melissa. "Er... yes, this one is my bodyguard..." she puts a hand on B's shoulder.
Smon: /roll d20+4
Smon rolls 1d20+4 and gets: 66, (+4) = 10
Smon: heh. "...I don't know this other one, but he saved me from the raiders today. Could you see that he's well cared for?"
6:31pm 2015-5-15 Amalric Has entered the room
Smon: Melissa nods, glances at Eardvulf and smiles slightly. "Yes, ma'am."
Amalric: hello matey peeps
Smon: Rey enters the room...
boredom3031: *Eard nods to Anna with a smile of appreciation.*
Kjato Ragfoot: (Almaric: You are to late, we already took all the stunning women for our characters :p)
Smon: Rey spent nearly the whole of last session shagging Tamara the randy priestess while his comrades battled for their lives against hideous monsters.
Smon: After you left the caves and reached the town of Clear Meadows, Tamara invited 'Lord Reynard' to stay at the Temple of St Irrig, while the others were sent to the local Inn.
boredom3031: Eard sits back down at his table, and takes a sip of his drink.
Kjato Ragfoot: (And Rey still owes money for his new handmaid)
Smon: I'm thinking Rey goes to join the others for a drink at the Inn now.
Smon: Do you want to invite Tamara, or go alone?
Amalric: yes
Amalric: probably dehydrated
Amalric: oh go alone, no-one likes a pushy priestess
Smon: heh
Smon: At the Temple, after dinner with the three priests (old Fr Synjyn, sharp-eyed Fr Ulfic, randy Sister Tamara) Rey made his excuses and pops over to the big Inn across the town square.
boredom3031: Eard raises an arm and tries to invite Melissa over by hand gesture to join him.
Smon: The Shark Tooth Inn: Clear Meadows' Inn is a large and rowdy establishment, frequented by soldiers of the garrison as well as pilgrims to the Temple and higher-class travellers. The serving wench slaves tend to be blonde and buxom, which is just how the huge Altanian Innkeeper Ghessorm Hammerhand likes it. Rumoured to have orcish blood, Ghessorm has no trouble keeping order with the pair of stone hammers he keeps behind the bar. The Inn has hot and cold running water heated by the kitchen fire and manually pumped through an ancient device. Hot baths (big enough for two) are available. <<
Smon: As Rey enters he sees Bjornalf with his arm round Lady Anna Bronze, a Nerathi noblewoman he met briefly at the temple earlier - she was attacked by raiders on the road but rescued by an Altanian warrior, Eardvulf, who is currently inviting over a shapely blonde bar wench -
Smon: wench Melissa https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiltt0AAX7hIH89IzeJQzaQQZ7K9k3hX50MEX6jTsrgWDsl5xey4c67v91VJhbgzyCLR6h37qgG0EzqUx-k5y_8thXKa2tvQgSOhuY00Tw5i9V1I318N9ZkJ0ITGdtU61r-XnoIdzXxho/s320/05.jpg
Smon: Lady Anna - https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhInvctvMjACKSmf_GKba4NtzeM77bDaxAKdr4osRwuI74DcDEL7-kTGWhEiz6wCVruQm_grJJ7MA7OVobMRw_rJUz5yRTauQBsAdy7e_bBYvb812Dnfz24GeEOHx2X7YaLpfTDoYDwhjM/s320/Lady+Anna+Bronze.jpg
Smon: Scary Innkeeper - https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJDLbAuHMxq40z9Yu-2T31bshROb73m3tsSwy8b_PyR8AdO9_zlVHjfhDYqX0hLy7UVS_7SZGYAzbPfb4HARf3ddRlOLGkn3xDUJSVGvqfI-jM4CZUh8HF8V99-SDofd_tAtfDBVbskmg/s320/Barbarian_Half_orc_by_Nordheimer.jpg
boredom3031: (Eard now feels like beating it when he saw her.) lol clerks reference
Amalric: "What ho, Bjornalf! And Eardvulf, well met! I heard you did good work today."
Smon: Melissa nods to Eardvulf and glances at the Innkeeper down the bar. The big man looks at Eardvulf. "Ten gold with a room for the night."
boredom3031: "Well met Eard says to Rey as he pulls out the money for a room and he smirks to Melissa.* "You'll be joining me tonight, melissa?"
Smon: Melissa smiles warmly: "For ten gold I am all yours, sir!"
Smon: OOC gonna have to track Eardvulf's expenditure, he's really blowing through the coin he took off those cultists...
boredom3031: *Eard pulls out the money and hands it to her idly.*
Smon: Melissa takes one coin and slips it in her loincloth, 9 go into a lockbox behind the bar.
boredom3031: (lol, true to life for a bar/inn.)
Smon: (clever innkeepers let their wenches save up)
boredom3031: ( )
Smon: ok after just spending 12 gp Eardvulf has 33gp.
Smon: /roll d6
Smon rolls 1d6 and gets: 66,
Amalric: Rey smiles, but thinks it rather poor form to have to cough up so much cash for a night with a barmaid. Why Rey would never dream of having to pay!
boredom3031: (He'll probably keep the count at 33 for the night. )
Smon: that was an encounter check
Amalric: damn
Amalric: I was hoping it was an expenditure roll
boredom3031: (Ah shit. )
Smon: The guardsmen have been quiet a moment. Now Bjornalf feels a tap on his shoulder...
Smon: Turns to see the big guardsman's fist approaching his face...
Smon: /roll 1d20+5x2
Smon Rolls 1d20+5x2 and gets:
11 (+5) = 16
17 (+5) = 22
Amalric: LOL
Smon: *punch* he hits Bjornalf in the face, follows it up with one to the groin...
Smon: /roll d20+5x2
Smon Rolls 1d20+5x2 and gets:
13 (+5) = 18
14 (+5) = 19
boredom3031: Eard looks over to see what's happening, stands, whispers playfully not to go anywhere.
Smon: hit...
boredom3031: (To melissa )
Smon: Bjornalf takes 8 dmg.
Smon: also make a DC 13 STR save or fall over.
Kjato Ragfoot rolls 1d20 and gets: 1818,
Smon: The guard seems surprised to see B still standing. The other men are getting to their feet - no weapons drawn...
Smon: init, better do individual. Only roll if you want to act.
Smon: Guards:
Smon: /roll d20
Smon rolls 1d20 and gets: 1010,
Kjato Ragfoot rolls 1d20+2 and gets: 99, (+2) = 11
boredom3031: d20?
Amalric: no weapons? Rey stays seated
boredom3031: Eard will help, but unarmed.
boredom3031 rolls 1d20 and gets: 1010,
Smon: Rey takes a seat at the bar.
Smon: Bjornalf & Eardvulf are faster than the guards - your goes.
Smon: There are 9 in all, inc the would-be molester of Lady Anna.
Kjato Ragfoot: I will use my menacing fey presence and tell him to leave before I get angry.
Smon: OK, the light seems to drain from the room...
Smon: /roll 1d4
Smon rolls 1d4 and gets: 44,
Smon: The big guy and 3 others are in the area.
Smon: /roll d20x4
Smon Rolls 1d20x4 and gets:
18 = 18
4 = 4
14 = 14
3 = 3
Smon: The other three blanche and step back, but the big man must be too drunk to know fear...
Kjato Ragfoot: (WIS vs DC 14)
Smon: DC 15 now? +3 prof +4 CHA
Kjato Ragfoot: Oh. Right. Forgot the improvement to proficiencies.
Smon: They have +0 WIS
Amalric: clever buggers
Smon: What's the duration?
Kjato Ragfoot: One round.
Smon: OK, B could grab Anna and head upstairs but the guard would get a free strike.
boredom3031: If he does that, Eard can come in to nail the guard still on B.
Smon: Is Bjornalf leaving or staying to fight? What does Eardvulf do now?
Kjato Ragfoot: I am staying.
Smon: Eard can hit the guard?
boredom3031: Eard swings at the guard on B.
Kjato Ragfoot: I am not getting shoved around by some drunk guardsman.
Smon: ok
boredom3031: I think so.
Smon: Eard are you Raging (good idea)?
boredom3031: Yes.
Smon: ok your abilities are: SA: Rage as Bonus Action (3/day) - +2 dmg, dmg resistance, advantage on STR rolls. Unarmoured defence, add Con mod to AC. Reckless attack (get Advantage, grant Advantage). Danger Sense - advantage on DEX saves vs all visible effects. Primal Path: Berserker. When raging can go Berserk, bonus action attack 1/round after the round he enters rage. When rage ends suffer 1 level of exhaustion.
Smon: You can Reckless attack if desired?
Smon: & you could go Berserk next round.
boredom3031: Yeah lets go with reckless first.
Smon: Advantage means roll twice, take better result.
Smon: You roll d20+6
boredom3031 Rolls 1d20+6x2 and gets:
2 (+6) = 8
12 (+6) = 18
Smon: Hit... raging your unarmed dmg is 1+4+2=7 pts.
boredom3031:
Smon: A blow to the jaw that would KO many men... he shakes his head, still up.
Smon: The guardsman swings angrily at Eardvulf.
Smon: /roll d20+5
Smon rolls 1d20+5 and gets: 2020, (+5) = 25
boredom3031: Daaaaamn xD Pissed him off
Smon: crit, right on the kisser
Smon: 5 dmg, make a DC 13 STR save or fall over...
boredom3031 rolls 1d20 and gets: 55,
Smon: You have advantage Raging, so roll again
boredom3031: xD Shit
boredom3031 rolls 1d20 and gets: 1616,
Smon: You shrug it off.
boredom3031: there we go
Smon: Morale check for his mates...
Smon: /roll 2d6
Smon rolls 2d6 and gets: 33, 66, = 9
Smon: fail.
boredom3031: (it's like two conan's going at it.)
Smon: A wiry fellow steps in between Eardvulf and the big guard, hands raised. "Eere, Garson, break it up!"
Smon: Three more men jump on Garson from behind, grappling him.
Smon: At the bar the big Innkeeper nods in satisfaction, putting down his hammers.
Smon: Garson: "GARRRR!! LEMME GO!""
boredom3031: Eard rubs the spot where he got smacked. Watching the guard being dragged off.
Amalric: "What's his problem? Twat."
Smon: The last guardsman nods to Anna. "Reckon you better make yerself scarse lass. When Garson gets an idea in his head..." he shrugs.
boredom3031: Eard says "Damn, I wasn't quite done yet." in a half joking manner, going back to melissa at his table.
Smon: Garson spits blood from a broken lip. Anna breathes heavily: "I think it's time for that bath..."
Kjato Ragfoot: Yeah. I could use a guard as well.
Smon: Anna nods to Bjornalf. "You... have great powers."
Kjato Ragfoot: a bath
Smon: BOTH
boredom3031: (I had the song berserker from clerks going)
Kjato Ragfoot: Well, I can show you some more if you are interested...
Smon: The guards quieten Garson down. Melissa, paid for for the evening, sits on Eardvulf's lap. Anna nods to Bjornalf. "Please do..."
Kjato Ragfoot: Did I mention water increases my powers?
boredom3031: *Eard wraps one arm around Melissa, while taking a sip of his drink with the other.*
Smon: Anna leads Bjornalf upstairs to her snug room, where a steaming bath is waiting. "You're wounded. Let me bathe your wounds..."
Kjato Ragfoot: Bjornalf leads Anna to the bath.
Smon: Melissa puts her arms round Eard's neck. "You were ever so brave! You saved your friend - Garson would have killed him!"
Kjato Ragfoot: I only will put up a toke defense. ^^
Smon: Anna starts to remove Bjornalf's bloodied clothes...
Amalric: "Well if everyone is okay here, I may just head back to the temple for...supper."
boredom3031: Eard laughs and pulls Melissa closer. "It was fun, I was hoping it wouldn't stop so early."
Smon: Poor Rey, being ignored.
boredom3031: (lol. Been there before at a bar, OOC pats Rey's shoulder)
Smon: A buxom blonde approaches Rey. "sorry sir, I'm Pamela, what would you like?"
Kjato Ragfoot: (He has two girls to choose from, probably just cannot decide)
Smon: Pamela - https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGdWbnotRZqJeu4hhkJVFa0WF4HabVaE4zaPeXs3kxoBOEXD6t5_KxV6DZSX3Fu_xgGsmoFPnnXYiPW8BLmur4shyphenhyphendrkx5uQyhk3YTx5C2VS6zpOrReWLgHotUJ1rsivTtZ5HWwKlMo-o/s320/15+Pamela+Bardew%2C.jpg
Smon: Mellissa giggles and nuzzles Eardvulf's ear. The other guards help Garson drown his sorrows, casting occasional glances over at Eardvulf.
boredom3031: Eard doesn't even glance at him, preoccupied with Melissa he nuzzles and breathes lightly on her neck.
Amalric: "Ah Pamela, good evening. I shall have a quick drink and then a room upstairs...with you."
Smon: Upstairs Anna finishes undressing B. After he gets into the bath she takes a wet sponge and starts to bathe his wounds. "You saw much battle today..."
Smon: Pamela grins, glances at the giant barman, who looks at Rey. "Fifteen gold." he says.
Kjato Ragfoot: Oh yes...
Kjato Ragfoot: (More than you think)
Amalric: "Eight."
Smon: (15gp is a lot - must be Rey's noble countenance). Pamela pours a beer.
Smon: /roll d20+8
Smon rolls 1d20+8 and gets: 33, (+8) = 11
Smon: The barman comes over to Rey, glaring down at him. "Name's Ghessorm Hammerhand. On account of me 'ammers. You look like you can afford 15. And Pamela's my best server. I take her off the tables, I'll lose business."
Smon: Upstairs, Anna is washing B delicately. "Tell me about your battles.. the Cult?"
Amalric: "I may look like I can afford it, doesn't mean I look like a mug. Here..."
boredom3031: Eard laughs at the goings on of Rey and continues flirt/talking with Melissa, sipping his drink.
Smon: Melissa presses into Eard, clearly aroused. The guards look jealous, 10gp is over a month's wage to them.
Kjato Ragfoot: ((If you do not mind, I would like to keep the scene with Anna and Bjornalf a bit "behind the curtain", as scenes like that make me a little squeamy))
Smon: Pamela: "I'm worth more than 8 gold, surely sir?"
Smon: OOC Kjato I always fade to black - but happy to fade now if you like.
Amalric: "Ten."
Smon: /roll d20+8
Smon rolls 1d20+8 and gets: 1111, (+8) = 19
Kjato Ragfoot: Yes, would prefer it. Just say Bjornalf boasts a bit and entertains her while she entertains him.
Smon: "Aw, yer cuttin' me throat. Alright. Ten fer Pamela and a room fer the night."
Amalric: "Good man. A wise decision, I must say. And you Pamela, better gird your loins..."
Amalric:
Smon: GM: OK, after a bit Anna does take her kit off & get in the bath with B, so he can either have his way with her or tell her it's been a long day, just let me know.
boredom3031: Eard decides to lead melissa back up to his rented room. (Can fade out for me also.)
Smon: (yeah, about to for all 3!)
Kjato Ragfoot: Having way is all right.
Smon: Pamela smiles winningly at Rey and attends on him while he drinks, then leads him upstairs...
Smon: ~fade to black all three~
Smon: Next morning 15/1/46, three 'heroes' wake in the arms of three blondes...
Smon: /roll d6
Smon rolls 1d6 and gets: 11,
boredom3031:
Smon: Actually 4, was forgetting Hakeem & Malenn!
Smon: Outside one of Bondorr's thunderstorms is raging with exceptional fierceness.
boredom3031: (I wish I could wake up with 3 blondes.)
Kjato Ragfoot: (We need to level Cassandra, so she can cast weather control for Hakeems and Malenns attempt at Bondor twins)
Smon: You all slowly become aware of a commotion downstairs. A voice is calling: "Amari! Amari!" Then the Innkeeper: "Telling you mate, she ain't here..."
Kjato Ragfoot: What is an Amari?
Smon: Rain beats loud on your windowpanes of frosted glass.
Smon: /roll d20
Smon rolls 1d20 and gets: 22,
Smon: You have no idea.
Smon: (Chris might remember)
boredom3031: Eard sits up in his bed beside Melissa, hearing the commotion and rain. Groaning he starts putting on his clothes and equipment.
Amalric: Rey heads down to see what the shouting is all about
Smon: (Or Boredom might remember Amari's pic - https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaTa5Y6Gi_6dv62C2H6WCXHmfXkhuynlsEXPuzFbST_8C7WktH8vpa09eexhOzB9iYIXa6XQfe_vZIbimKH_gmbEC_AWu3CdDsA-MBpbMGlQiFGdBw66Wq1dRvFshaGsTtR8bDkQj3-Xw/s320/Amara.jpg )
boredom3031: (Yeah, I remember that set. )
Smon: Rey heads downstairs, leaving a sleepy Pamela. In the Common Room a very anxious looking Father Synjyn, greybeard head priest of the Temple, is remonstrating with the Innkeeper.
Smon: "Did she join one of those men last night? Tell me!"
boredom3031: Eard bids melissa farewell, and heads down also.
Kjato Ragfoot: 36/45
Kjato Ragfoot: Ah. The novice.
Amalric: Rey doesn't like where this is going
Amalric: "Good morning Father! What appears to be the problem?"
Smon: (Feel free to spend healing dice) Synjyn turns to Rey as he enters, Eard close behind on the stairs.
Smon: Synjyn: "My daughter, Amari! You met her last night! She's not in her room! She's gone!"
Kjato Ragfoot rolls 1d8+2 and gets: 33, (+2) = 5
Kjato Ragfoot: 41/45
Amalric: "Gone? Just like that? Any signs of forced entry?"
Kjato Ragfoot: When Bjornalf hears that, he will go to the room as well.
Amalric: (into the room, dont think he has to spell that out to the Father )
Smon: Eardvulf will be back to full hp & healing dice.
boredom3031: Eard hears this, as ready as he'll ever be to go.
Kjato Ragfoot: To the shouters.
Smon: Synjyn shakes his head. "No..."
Smon: Synjyn: "I must check the rooms! She could be here - but it's not like her... Always virtuous..."
boredom3031: She hasn't met me yet, Eard replies.
Smon: The Innkeep shrugs. "Yer'll annoy a lot of people, mate. But suit yerself."
Amalric: "I shall come with you."
Kjato Ragfoot: I am quite sure she left yesterday after bringing us here.
Kjato Ragfoot: There was something wrong with Tamara yesterday as well.
Smon: Synjyn turns to Bjornalf, nods. "You are sure?"
Amalric: "There was nothing wrong with Tamara as far as I could...oh, wait...I see what you mean. *cough* Yes..."
Smon: "Tamara... Yes... Fr Ulfric has his suspicions."
Smon: "Her behaviour has been... most strange, lately."
Kjato Ragfoot: I am not certain, as there was a quarrel shortly after our arrival.
boredom3031: Eard just goes with the flow, keeping quiet.
Smon: Synjyn: "I shall inform Captain Jeremiah she is missing..." He sags sadly. "The Cult... "
Smon: Synjyn starts to shake, tears forming in his eyes. "If they have taken her... I cannot.... "
boredom3031: "Then we will get her back." Eard replies.
Kjato Ragfoot: Bjornalf will clap on his shoulder. We will do our best to find her if the cult has taken her.
Smon: Lady Anna follows Bjornalf into the room, her eyes wide. "They have struck again? INSIDE the walls?!"
Kjato Ragfoot: It seems so.
Kjato Ragfoot: But I had a suspicion they had an inside man.
Amalric: "You and me both, Bjornalf."
Smon: Synjyn nods to Eardvulf and Bjornalf. "Please... get her back... Anything I possess, is yours..." he sobs.
boredom3031: "No worries, no need for a reward this time." (Eard being noble this time. )
Smon: Synjyn departs, unsteadily, into the pouring rain. Lightning flashes, the thunder rolling out to sea.
Smon: The Innkeep sighs. "Poor bastard."
Kjato Ragfoot: Bjornalf will escort Synjyn to his home.
Smon: Synjyn is heading for the Ahyf Garrison building.
boredom3031: Eard nods in agreement with the Innkeep, then follows Bjornalf.
Smon: You all accompanying him?
boredom3031: Yeah Eard goes with B.
Amalric: yes
Kjato Ragfoot: We have a letter of recommendation for Captain Jeremiah.
Smon: The garrison block is built as a guard hq and gaol for the small town. At the front desk, the wiry guard who broke up the fight last night looks up from some pornographic etchings as you come in out of the rain.
Smon: Synjyn: "My daughter is missing! Summon the Captain!"
boredom3031: Eard leans down to inspect the etchings a little and smirks to the wiry guard.
Smon: "Ok ok kee yer hair on..." mutters the guard, and rings a desk bell.
Smon: "He'll be a few minutes I reckon. Heavy night. Very busy with business yer know..."
boredom3031: "I like your artwork." Eard says to the guard.
Smon: "Er... thanks mate" says the guard, looking at Fr Synjyn and reddening.
Smon: "I'll, er, just close this up..." he closes the book. Synjyn seems oblivious.
Smon: After several minutes a fat and florid fellow in the hurriedly cast on uniform of a Captain of Ahyf comes into the anteroom, yawning.
Smon: Synjyn: "Captain Jeremiah! My daughter Amari is missing! Cultists!"
Smon: Jeremiah blinks. "Steady on now... let's not jump to conclusions. Let's first take down all the details..."
boredom3031: Eard crosses his arms, listening.
Amalric: does he look like a lazy fat bastard?
Smon: A highly agitated Synjyn starts to go over events up to the discovery of Amari missing this morning. (do you want to interject?)
Smon: (@Rey pretty much)
Smon: /roll d20
Smon rolls 1d20 and gets: 44,
Amalric: no let him rant
Kjato Ragfoot: Let him speak. We might learn something useful.
Smon: Jeremiah writes down Synjyn's account, sighing. "Very well. We'll search the permiter for signs of ingress/egress. And I'll send a couple men to check the Temple."
Smon: Jeremiah: "Need to talk to Sister Tamara - been behaving very strangely recently, don't you think?"
Smon: Synjyn nods, sighing. "I... I heard her last night, in the darkness. She was... pleasuring herself." The two guardsmen's eyebrows raise in unison.
Smon: Jeremiah: "She seems quite out of control! It could be a sign of Corruption.... cult influence..." He turns to the rest of you.
Smon: "And who might you be?"
boredom3031: "I miss all of the good stuff."
Kjato Ragfoot: We are the reinforcements you requested from the Lords Alliance.
Kjato Ragfoot: Bjornalf will hand him the letter of recommendation from Ahyf.
Smon: Jeremiah frowns. "I requested no such... hmm.. this is from Warlord Briaron himself! I see..."
Smon: Jeremiah reddens. "The Warlord in his wisdom has seen fit to accept an offer of aid from the Ghinarian Lords... Very well. What do you propose to do?"
Amalric: "What do you know of the Cult thus far, Captain?"
Amalric: (not a lot, apparently )
Smon: Jeremiah: "Six young women have been taken - seven now, mostly from the farms. Two men and a crone have also been murdered during the kidnappings. We believe they have a lair in the southern hills."
Kjato Ragfoot: Furthermore, they tried to abduct Priestess Tamara when she was on her way to Ahyf.
Smon: "We are searching for the lair, but it is well hidden. And this damnable rain hides their tracks."
Kjato Ragfoot: Their faces are strangely twisted, if looked at from close up.
Smon: "Abduct her, eh? Are you sure? Not a lovers' tiff?"
Smon: "Twisted, yes... I've had reports they wear masks, many of them."
Kjato Ragfoot: I am sure. We were able to chase the attackers off, killing four of them in the process.
Smon: "We've not seen bodies - they recover their dead. There seem to be a great many of them."
Smon: Jeremiah nods to B "If you say so."
Smon: Synjyn: "Tamara is troubled, but I am sure she would never ally with foul Cultists."
boredom3031: eard continues listening, trying to not make an ass of himself...too much
Smon:
Smon: The thunder rolls again.
Smon: Jeremiah: "Well, I must be off to check the perimterer. Thank you for your assistance. Do call when you have anything to report."
Smon: (brb tea break)
boredom3031:
Kjato Ragfoot: (Those guards must be in an union, they are very punctual with their breaks. :D)
boredom3031: lol
Smon: (back)
boredom3031: (that was quick. :D)
Smon: Jeremiah gets a rain slicker and heads outside into the downpour.
Smon: (just brewed it can drink + type)
boredom3031: Nice.
Smon: The desk officer goes to rouse more men, and Synjyn turns to head back to the Temple.
Smon: What are you doing now?
Amalric: sorry, got called to something else
Amalric: Rey would have told the Captain that he has been to the lair, knows where it is
boredom3031: eard just follows the others leads.
Kjato Ragfoot: Bjornalf like his secrecy.
Smon: Rey can do "One more thing..." and tell the Captain now?
Smon: your choice
Smon: ...
Amalric: yes
Amalric: please
boredom3031:
Smon: Jeremiah turns back. "Where?! Can you lead us there?!"
Amalric: "Certainly, Captain."
Amalric: "Lots of traps though, better tread very carefully."
Kjato Ragfoot: (Now the poor guards are all going to die)
Amalric: (defenceless town? maybe i am a cultist...)
Smon: "Traps? No matter! I shall select ten of my best men and meet you at the south gate in one hour. Have your horses saddled and ready!"
Smon: OOC what horses...
boredom3031: (lol)
Kjato Ragfoot: (Unlikely, you would not sacrifice a fertile woman to a dark entity)
Amalric: he is a lazy sod
Kjato Ragfoot: Do we have any horses?
Kjato Ragfoot: I do not think so.
Amalric: does the old Father wish to come with us? or Tamara?
Smon: (LOL@K)
boredom3031: "Will the guy I smacked in the mouth be there too?"
Amalric: I'll show you a suitable pit, Eard
Smon: Synjyn is pretty old & frail, unlikely he's fit to travel in this weather, or fight. That leaves Tamara & Fr. Ulfic.
Kjato Ragfoot: It would be welcome if they had any healing potions?
Smon: You stand talking while Jeremiah summons his Serjeant and they set to organising.
Smon: Do you want to go to the Temple & ask for stuff?
Kjato Ragfoot: Yep. They offered support, after all.
Smon: GM: OK, you head over to the Temple, arriving quite damp.
Smon: Inside is commotion, 2 guards are searching the place for Amari, or clues.
Amalric: lets stick our noses in
boredom3031: Eardvulf follows his colleagues lead.
Smon: You summon the three priests, they listen and nod. Ulfic: "Certainly, I will gird on my armour and accompany you in this battle."
Smon: Tamara: "I..." Suddenly a guard emerges from Tamara's room, white-faced, holding what looks like a sacricial dagger and a black-bound tome embossed with "K'TULU REX MUNDI"
Kjato Ragfoot: Bring as much healing potions as you can. There will be a lot of hurt in that ideout.
Amalric: (Rey will say quietly to B and E when they have a moment that he suspects Ulfic is the inside man)
Smon: Guard: "Stop! That woman!"
boredom3031: Eard nods in agreement with Rey, watching all of the events unfold.
Kjato Ragfoot: Bjornalf nods as well.
Smon: The other guard comes out of the vestry. The first guard heads for Tamara, waving the book and dagger. Tamara goes white as a sheet.
Amalric: "Damn, knew I should have come back here last night, and not paid for a shag with that wanton wench..."
Smon: Synjyn: "What...?!" Ulfic: "By Mitra!"
Smon: Swiftly the guards seize Tamara, manacling her wrists behind her. She seems too stunned to resist.
Smon: Synjyn: "Call the Captain! Ulfic!"
Amalric: "A set up, if ever I saw one..." says Rey to B and E
Smon: Ulfic nods. "Aye..." he heads out into the rain.
Smon: Tamara: "No! I'm innocent!"
Kjato Ragfoot: Hmm. Where is Hakeems cultist detecting sword when one needs it?
Smon: (In bed w Malenn's cultist detecting bits)
boredom3031: "This is trumped up." Eard said quietly.
Smon: Is Eard saying that so the guards hear?
boredom3031: No to himself.
Smon: Guard: "You're under arrest. Come with us." The guards start to manhandle Tamara towards the exit.
Smon: She gives Rey a pleading look.
Smon: Do you let them take her?
Smon: Synjyn looks about to collapse.
Kjato Ragfoot: Well, the alternative would be to kill the whole guard.
Amalric: indeed. lets let her go
boredom3031: Eard does nothing, knowing that it wouldn't be smart to start stuff now.
Smon: OK, the guards remove Tamara, Synjyn sits down heavily, head in hands.
Amalric: "It will be alright," says Rey to Tamara
Amalric: who is left? just us an Synjyn?
Smon: yes
boredom3031: This is bullshit, Eard says.
Amalric: Rey places a hand on the old sod's shoulder
Smon: She gives Rey a last desperate glance as she's taken away.
Amalric: "Do not worry, Father. Tamara is innocent, I am sure of it."
Amalric: "Have faith, Father. We will prove her innocence."
Smon: Synjyn nods, then shakes his head. "I... just don't know..."
Smon: "And Amari..."
Amalric: "Where is Ulfic's room?"
Smon: "Upstairs. They searched it, and mine I believe."
boredom3031: "Lets search it again."
Kjato Ragfoot: That should not do any harm.
boredom3031: Eard makes his way up to the rooms to search for himself
Smon: GM: You head upstairs to Ulfic's neatly appointed and spartan chamber.
Smon: A Mitraic Rite prayer book is on the desk.
Smon: /roll d20
Smon rolls 1d20 and gets: 33,
Kjato Ragfoot: Is there anything magic in the room?
Smon: You definitely don't find anything out of the ordinary. There is a chain shirt on a wall hanging, beside a mace.
Smon: /roll 2d3
Smon rolls 2d3 and gets: 3, 1 = 4
boredom3031: Eard inspects the mace.
Kjato Ragfoot: Does the prayer book look used?
Smon: The top drawer holds 4 potions marked healing that radiate faint magic, and 4 vials of holy water.
Kjato Ragfoot: And (asking Rey) does it smell like Tamaras perfum?
Smon: The book looks barely used, there is one noticeable crease.
Smon: It doesn't smell of perfume.
Amalric: lets take a look at the book
Amalric: detect for traps
Smon: The mace looks like a standard-issue mace.
Smon: /roll d20+7
Smon rolls 1d20+7 and gets: 1212, (+7) = 19
Kjato Ragfoot: Is there anything special on the creased page?
Smon: The book seems untrapped. The crease is in the spine. It corresponds with a section about the End of the World and the World to Come
Amalric: sounds conspicuously similar to the Cultists
boredom3031: Nothing out of the way?
Smon: "And this will happen in the Last Days... The Stars Shall Fall From the Sky. The Old Father of the Waters Shall Rise...."
Kjato Ragfoot: Fascinating. I would read the juicier parts if I was a cleric.
Amalric: any secret compartments in the desk? in the drawer? anything under the bed or desk, or stuck to the underside?
Smon: This section looks well read, compared to most of the book which is rituals & prayers.
Smon: /roll d20+7
Smon rolls 1d20+7 and gets: 77, (+7) = 14
Smon: Rey doesn't find anything.
Smon: brb
Amalric: "This guy is obviously more bent than a round pit full of snakes."
Kjato Ragfoot: And he brings his minions right along.
boredom3031: Huh.
boredom3031: "What shall we do?" Eard says.
Kjato Ragfoot: Kill all cultists.
boredom3031: "Sounds good to me." Eard says.
Smon: You've been searching quite a while.
Smon: /roll d20
Smon rolls 1d20 and gets: 1414,
Smon: You hear someone ascending the stairs.
Kjato Ragfoot: Lets go.
Amalric: lets
boredom3031: Eard puts his hand on his weapon.
Amalric: (brb)
Smon: Bjornalf & Rey head onto the landing as Fr Ulfic comes up the stairs, eyeing you. Ulfic: "The guards are readying to depart. I need my armour and weapon."
Smon: He moves past you towards his room. "Do you need horses?"
boredom3031: Eard looks over to B.
Kjato Ragfoot: Oh.Horses. Yes, that would be a good idea.
Smon: Ulfic nods. He calls downstairs to a serving boy: "Jonathan! Go tell the Stablemaster to ready a brace of horses!"
Smon: The boy calls back: "Yes, Father sir!" He heads outside into the rain.
Smon: Ulfic goes into his room and takes down the chain shirt. "Heavy stuff... but necessary, sometimes."
boredom3031: Eard keeps quiet, watching Ulfic.
Smon: He pulls it on over his head and belts it.
Smon: /roll d20+5
Smon rolls 1d20+5 and gets: 1010, (+5) = 15
Smon: "Something troubles you, my son?" to Eard.
boredom3031: "Nothing, as you were." Eard replies back to ulfic.
Smon: Ulfic completes dressing, takes the mace, somewhat uncertainly. "Not really my thing..."
boredom3031: "Yet it's there." Eard replies with a little smirk.
Smon: He glances up. "They have Tamara in the Gaol. She's being interrogated now, but the Captain does not wish to wait. Time is of the essence if Amari is to be saved."
Smon: Ulfic: "Fetch your companions and join me at the South Gate."
boredom3031: Eard nods, and looks to B.
Smon: Ulfic departs - you can fetch Malenn Hakeem & Os from the Inn and rendezvous at the south gate.
Kjato Ragfoot: Let's grab our equipment and get ready.
Kjato Ragfoot: Bjornalf will tip the stable boy to make sure we get good horses and no cut saddle belts.
Smon: GM: You all ready and meet at the south gate with ten guards, Fr. Ulfic, and Captain Jeremiah.
Smon: Bjornalf deduct 1 gp
boredom3031:
Kjato Ragfoot: (Done)
Smon: /roll d6
Smon rolls 1d6 and gets: 55,
Smon: The rain is still falling but has eased off a bit, the lightning storm has moved north, further out to sea.
boredom3031: "I like the rain." Eard says idly.
Kjato Ragfoot: Water brings back plenty memories.
boredom3031: "Good or bad?" Eard asks.
Smon: Jeremiah mounts, then addresses the gathered company: "Now men, we must be swift, for our comrades left to defend Clear Meadows are few. And we must be strong! We cannot know what horrors await. But be sure - we shall prevail!"
Kjato Ragfoot: Both.
Smon: The men cheer, Ulfic claps twice.
Smon: Ulfic nods to Jeremiah. "Lead on, Captain."
Smon: The gate opens and you ride out to do battle... ooc I'm flagging, good place to stop?
boredom3031: "Atleast not overwhelmingly bad."
boredom3031: (Flagging? )
Kjato Ragfoot: (My dictionary knows the word)
boredom3031: (Must be british slang I've not picked up on yet. )
Kjato Ragfoot: This is as good a place to stop as any.
boredom3031: agreed.
boredom3031: I had fun.
Smon: cheers
Kjato Ragfoot: Heh. Intrigue! Evil cultists! Treachery!
Smon: Was a bit quiet but I find you need this stuff to make the fighty stuff matter
boredom3031: Damn good plot line.
Smon: Partly mine, partly the author.
boredom3031: Agreed completely simon.
boredom3031: i enjoy a good plot based role play.
Kjato Ragfoot: Indeed. Fights get boring if there is nothing you fight for.
Smon: I'll post log.
boredom3031: Thank you for the game, simon.
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