Rescue of Priestess Sora: 200 each Hakeem & Thuruar.
Roleplay, journey to Onhir, royal court: 550 each.
Hakeem, Barbarian LEVEL 10 XP 750+78564=79314/85000
Thuruar, Cleric LEVEL 8>9 XP 750+47370=48120/48000>64000
Rey, Rogue LEVEL 9 XP 550+57538=58088/64000
7:29pm 2015-11-26 Smon Has entered the room
chris107: Cool
Smon: No Graham?
chris107: Not yet.
chris107: You want me to drop a PM?
Smon: Like Waiting for Godot - yeah, pm good. :)
Smon: >>Smon: The Innkeep takes the gold. "Thank'ee, but I only have three rooms left and the priestess took one - some of you will have to share." Kjato Ragfoot: Still, we would like to rent rooms for the night if you have any left. Smon: Laara smiles: "I think I feel safer with you in the room with me, Hakeem!" chris107: H shrugs Kjato Ragfoot: It is Amdor, two guards, Hakeem and Thuruar? Kjato Ragfoot: And Rey and Alicia? Kjato Ragfoot: In that case we will simply take both rooms left. Kjato Ragfoot: And see how we get everyone inside. chris107: if not H will find a handy stable Smon: GM: The maid returns. "Your bath is ready, ma'am." She nods and rises. "Thank you."<<
Smon: GM: Encounter check for the Inn - bad stuff on a 6 as usual...
Smon: /roll d6
Smon rolls 1d6 and gets: 6,
Smon: never fails
chris107: PM sent
chris107: Oops
chris107: You are the king of 6's
Kjato Ragfoot: A beer demon raises and challenges Hakeem to a drinking match?
Smon: /roll d6
Smon rolls 1d6 and gets: 2,
chris107: 20 Con has to be good for something
Smon: Better.
Smon: Make Perception checks, DC 10
chris107 rolls 1d20+3 and gets: 3, (+3) = 6
Kjato Ragfoot rolls 1d20+5 and gets: 12, (+5) = 17
chris107:
chris107: yay!
Smon: You are relaxing before bed in the crowded main hall. Thuruar is drinking quietly, when he suddenly hears a scream, muffled by walls, from the corridor down which Priestess Sora went to her bath - it's her!
chris107: H leaps up and investigates
Kjato Ragfoot: Hakeem, something happend to Sora.
chris107: The blue flash of light from Bloodletter fills the room
chris107: I hope
Kjato Ragfoot: No killing unless necessary!
chris107:
Kjato Ragfoot: And now, forward, we have a priestess to save.
Kjato Ragfoot: Thuruar will hurry toward where he heard the scream.
chris107: H is already off at 40' round
chris107: "SORA!?"
Smon: Hakeem & Thuruar dash down the corridor, passing a door to the store room - Helga the barmaid is coming out carrying a hock of ham, looks on in surprise as you dash past.
chris107: ?!
Kjato Ragfoot: (We leave Rey to deal with Helga, he is the most experienced in this regard)
chris107: (apologies now chaps. I drove down to Bath today and left all my notes/books in my Yorkshire home )
chris107: (Agreed :D)
Smon: The bathroom door to your right is open, the bath empty, but at the end of the corridor you see the door outside open, two bulky dark forms carrying between them a wet and naked female form - Sora!
chris107: H kicks the nearest up the arse
Smon: They hurry outside, out of your sight into the alley behind the inn. You give chase - roll init.
chris107: "Let her be or DIE!"
chris107 Rolls 1d20+2x2 and gets:
6 (+2) = 8
14 (+2) = 16
Kjato Ragfoot rolls 1d20+2 and gets: 3, (+2) = 5
Smon: /roll d20
Smon rolls 1d20 and gets: 20,
chris107:
Smon: Hakeem bursts out the back door, into the darkened alleyway with Thuruar behind - they're not in sight. They must have gone either left or right...
chris107: H looks for foot prints
Kjato Ragfoot: We follow the trail of water. They carry a wet body, it will drop water.
chris107: Survival?
chris107: Wise Kjato, wise
Smon: The night time alley is dark and dank, full of detritus, but Bloodletter shines a light on the scene...
Smon: OK, DC 8 Survival check to spot tracks - it's too dank to see water drops.
chris107 rolls 1d20+3 and gets: 2, (+3) = 5
Smon: Don't seem to be any tracks.
chris107: Jeez!
chris107: Left
Smon: You could always split up, chances are one of you'd catch them.
Kjato Ragfoot: OK. Lets split.
chris107: That's agood idea
Smon: Hakeem left, Thuruar right?
Kjato Ragfoot: You go left, I go right.
chris107: we are close enough to cath two guys carrying a writhing priestess
Smon: You split up and race on.
Smon: /roll d6
Smon rolls 1d6 and gets: 2,
chris107: H bellows!
Smon: Hakeem turns the first corner at speed and sees the two dark-clad figures carrying Sora, gagged & bound - as he bursts on the scene they drop her and each draws twin blades.
Smon: Can roll init again
Smon: /roll d20
chris107: H rages and hacks at them
Smon rolls 1d20 and gets: 12,
chris107 Rolls 1d20+2x2 and gets:
12 (+2) = 14
9 (+2) = 11
Smon: You win.
chris107: He attacks recklessly.
Smon: It'll take Thuruar 2 rounds to arrive, get here round 3.
Kjato Ragfoot: All right.
Smon: I assume Hakeem is yelling.
chris107 Rolls 1d20+10x2 and gets:
7 (+10) = 17
4 (+10) = 14
Smon: AC 11
chris107 Rolls 1d20+10x2 and gets:
17 (+10) = 27
14 (+10) = 24
chris107: he is
chris107 rolls 2d8+18 and gets: 1, 3, (+18) = 22
chris107: Not my night for rolling
Smon: The foe grunts in pain beneath his hood. They come at Hakeem from both sides - Pack Tactics special ability, gives advtg.
Smon: /roll d20+4x2
Smon Rolls 1d20+4x2 and gets:
3 (+4) = 7
13 (+4) = 17
chris107: "Bah!"
Smon: /roll d20+4x2
chris107: AC19
Smon Rolls 1d20+4x2 and gets:
2 (+4) = 6
20 (+4) = 24
Smon: /roll d20+4x2
Smon Rolls 1d20+4x2 and gets:
11 (+4) = 15
1 (+4) = 5
Smon: /roll d20+4x2
Smon Rolls 1d20+4x2 and gets:
17 (+4) = 21
14 (+4) = 18
chris107: ouch a crit
Smon: miss crit miss hit
Smon: /roll 3d6+4
Smon rolls 3d6+4 and gets: 2, 4, 6, (+4) = 16
chris107: raging so halved?
Smon: 16/2=8 dmg, Hakeem down 16 by my count.
Smon: was down 8 already.
chris107: yup
Smon: They're not as good as Nerathi Assassins
chris107: 109/125
Smon: Next round, your go
chris107: Berserk
chris107: still reckless
Smon: do attacks individually
chris107 Rolls 1d20+10x2 and gets:
2 (+10) = 12
5 (+10) = 15
chris107 rolls 1d8+9 and gets: 4, (+9) = 13
Smon: The first foe goes down.
chris107 Rolls 1d20+10x2 and gets:
11 (+10) = 21
17 (+10) = 27
chris107 rolls 1d8+9 and gets: 2, (+9) = 11
chris107 Rolls 1d20+10x2 and gets:
16 (+10) = 26
7 (+10) = 17
chris107 rolls 18d9 and gets: 3, 6, 1, 2, 6, 4, 4, 1, 2, 3, 9, 2, 9, 9, 4, 8, 4, 5 = 82
Smon: heh
chris107 rolls 1d8+9 and gets: 1, (+9) = 10
Smon: /roll 2d6
Smon rolls 2d6 and gets: 2, 2, = 4
Smon: The second one keeps fighting... still has advtg as reckless attack from Hakeem
Smon: /roll d20+4x2
Smon Rolls 1d20+4x2 and gets:
7 (+4) = 11
4 (+4) = 8
Smon: /roll d20+4x2
Smon Rolls 1d20+4x2 and gets:
6 (+4) = 10
5 (+4) = 9
chris107: hehe
Smon: not good for him.
Smon: Round 3, Thuruar comes round the corner & can roll init
chris107: Athena is with us
Smon: /roll d20
Smon rolls 1d20 and gets: 11,
Kjato Ragfoot rolls 1d20+2 and gets: 18, (+2) = 20
Smon: Priestess Sora is working her hands free of her bonds.
Smon: Thuruar goes first - he sees the scene in the twisty alley.
Smon: Hakeem seems to have the matter in hand.
Kjato Ragfoot: Thuruar will help Sora.
Smon: Thuruar goes over to Sora; kneeling he gets the ropes that bind her wrists behind her free.
Smon: Hakeem can attack.
chris107 Rolls 1d20+10x2 and gets:
18 (+10) = 28
13 (+10) = 23
chris107 Rolls 1d20+10x3 and gets:
2 (+10) = 12
16 (+10) = 26
15 (+10) = 25
chris107 Rolls 1d20+10x2 and gets:
10 (+10) = 20
7 (+10) = 17
chris107 Rolls 3d8x10 and gets:
4, 5, 2 = 11
7, 8, 4 = 19
4, 8, 6 = 18
8, 7, 1 = 16
4, 6, 1 = 11
2, 5, 6 = 13
1, 2, 8 = 11
2, 1, 7 = 10
7, 7, 6 = 20
4, 5, 2 = 11
Smon: Your dice rolling is all over the place tonight.
chris107 rolls 3d8+27 and gets: 6, 5, 3, (+27) = 41
Smon: Hakeem cuts the thug into little thug-shaped pieces.
8:01pm 2015-11-26 chris107 Has exited the room
Kjato Ragfoot: Luckily, Thuruar prepared for just such an occasion and will now interrogate the deceased thugs.
Smon: Sora gets to her feet, pulling the gag free and blushing furiously. "My apologies. They surprised me. I should have been more careful."
8:03pm 2015-11-26 chris107 Has entered the room
Smon: Kjato Ragfoot: Luckily, Thuruar prepared for just such an occasion and will now interrogate the deceased thugs. Smon: Sora gets to her feet, pulling the gag free and blushing furiously. "My apologies. They surprised me. I should have been more careful."
Kjato Ragfoot: You know, you have friends to help you out if you make a mistake.
chris107:
chris107: H covers the lay-dee with his still as yet uncured wolf cloak
Smon: Sora nods, shivering slightly in her nude wetness in the cool night air. "Thank you. I am in your debt, both of you."
Smon: Sora nods grateful thanks to Hakeem and wraps the ever-replacing cloak about her.
chris107: Search the would-be kidnappers
Smon: Beneath the cloaks the men look like grizzled brigands or thugs, fairish of complexion - one Skandik the other Tharbrian, perhaps.
chris107: It's that or his rather smelly loin cloth
chris107: mmmm
Smon: She doesn't seem to mind the aroma of wolf.
chris107: No documents or amulets?
Kjato Ragfoot: Hakeem, which one do you think should we interrogate?
Smon: Searching them, Hakeem finds rather flaccid coin pouches, one holds an iron key.
chris107: Few do
Smon: No amulets.
chris107: H looks shocked that any are alive
chris107: Room key maybe?
Smon: They look pretty dead.
chris107:
Kjato Ragfoot: I will cast "Speak with Dead" on the one who had the key.
chris107: My work here is done
Smon: It's quite large, might match the Inn back door.
Kjato Ragfoot: Nothing, not even death, stops clerics of Athena from learning what they need to know.
Smon: The dead Tharbrian's eyes snap open in a ruined face. "WHAT DO YOU WANT?"
Kjato Ragfoot: First of all, what is the key for?
chris107:
Smon: "TO OPEN DOOR."
chris107: H is still a bit spooked by magic
Kjato Ragfoot: Which door?
chris107: especially with the things he's just killed
Smon: Sora puts a hand on Hakeem's shoulder. "Do not worry."
Smon: "INN DOOR."
chris107: H's huge muscles bunch under her touch
Kjato Ragfoot: Second, why did you abduct that woman?
Smon: "PAID TO."
Kjato Ragfoot: Who paid you?
Smon: "SLAVER."
Kjato Ragfoot: What is the slavers name?
Smon: "HIRGE"
Smon: The corpse's eyes close.
Kjato Ragfoot: Where do we find Hirge?
Kjato Ragfoot: Ah. Damn it.
Kjato Ragfoot: Hakeem, are you interessted in cutting someone called "Hirge" who works as a slaver into tiny shreds?
chris107: Darn
chris107: H prods the dead body with Bloodletter to see if it helps
Smon: It doesn't.
chris107: "Yes Please!
Smon: Sora: "Next time I'll set my guards before the door..."
Kjato Ragfoot: That sounds like a good idea.
8:14pm 2015-11-26 chris107 Has exited the room
Kjato Ragfoot: Hakeem, do we want to pay that Hirge a visit tonight or should we get some sleep first?
8:17pm 2015-11-26 chris107 Has entered the room
Smon: Kjato Ragfoot: Hakeem, do we want to pay that Hirge a visit tonight or should we get some sleep first?
chris107: tonight
chris107: H is still cross
chris107: very cross
Smon: Sora: "If you don't mind I shall return to the inn and finish my bath - this alley is quite stinky."
Smon: OOC how many rages left H?
Kjato Ragfoot: Yes. Good idea.
Kjato Ragfoot: We need to ask where we find Hirge anyway.
chris107: (3)
Smon: ? You had 4 at the start of the day, yes?
Smon: Then Chimerae...
chris107: 1 and 1 berserk with Chimera
chris107: 1 short rest to get back exhaustion
Smon: 4-2=2?
chris107: yes, sorry. 1
Smon: I think you only used 1 vs the chimerae, so 2 left.
chris107: (As I mentioned earlier. I drove to my house in Bath today and didn't pick up any of my books)
Smon: (You need to keep Hakeem on a piece of paper in your breast pocket at all times!)
chris107: (You are right. I had packed all my notes up in a satchel. But left it in my kitchen in Yorkshire )
Smon: GM: You return to the One-Eyed Hound Inn with Sora, she asks you to summon her guards and set them at the bathroom door while she finishes her bath.
Smon: (I do that sort of thing too. Must be our advancing years. Always amazed how my son Bill remembers stuff!)
chris107: (He's young! )
Smon: Yep!
Kjato Ragfoot: (There is still more space left in his brain. Ours are already full of experiences and it is more difficult to find a certain thought)
Smon: Of course the third Balvenie I just poured might not help, but is some consolation.
chris107:
chris107: Very true Kjato
chris107: I am now within 15' of my Whisky cabinet
Smon: Just after Sora re-enters the bathroom, the buxom Skandik barmaid Helga approaches from the main hall, looking worried. "What happened?"
chris107: But sticking to white wine. Don't want H going all Jock-mad!
Smon: (I feel that w/out Rey it's hardly worth linking Helga's pic...)
Kjato Ragfoot: Oh. Some slavers tried to abduct Sora.
chris107: (H is happily married)
Smon: Helga's eyes widen.
chris107: (OOC she's involved!)
Kjato Ragfoot: Some loser called Hirge. We plan to pay him a visit later, you do not by chance know where to find him?
chris107: (Detect Lie?)
Smon: "Did - did you find a key on them? The spare back door key went missing two days ago, uncle Bara was fearing it stolen."
chris107: (She lies!)
Smon: /roll d20
Kjato Ragfoot: (I cound on the surprise effect and a +5 Wis-modifier on Insight checks)
Smon rolls 1d20 and gets: 12,
Smon: Helga thinks. "Hirge... Name rings a bell. A Slaver - if he's in town you'd find him at the Serpent's Lodge, south of the river."
chris107: H shaprpens Bloodletter
Kjato Ragfoot: Oh. And is this your key? We found it outside.
chris107: Grinning at the thought of spilling more claret
Smon: Helga watches Hakeem sharpen bloodletter, wide-eyed. "Y-yes, that's the key. Why would Hirge want your priestess? There are many more beautiful girls, and younger..."
chris107: "Then lets pay this fellow a visit?"
Kjato Ragfoot: Most likely someone had a fetish for priestesses and paid a premium.
Kjato Ragfoot: There are very sick people out there.
Smon: Helga nods. "I see."
chris107: KILL THEM ALL
Smon: Helga: "The Serpent's Lodge is full of Slavers - dozens, probably..."
chris107: Excellent
chris107: More blood to spill!
chris107: Oops. Been good.
Kjato Ragfoot: Hakeem! What did I see about pointless violence?
chris107: H sulks
chris107:
Smon:
chris107: erm is any violence pointless Thurs?
chris107: They did try to take our chum?
Kjato Ragfoot: We will of course not kill them, but just very convincingly tell them that they should refrain from abducting priestesses.
chris107: And slavery is bad
chris107: H hates slavery
chris107: But will follow the advice of his friend
Kjato Ragfoot: Now, confronting them with such kind of wisdom might cause them permanent damage, but that is not the end, just an accident.
chris107:
chris107: H imagines all kind of bloody accidents
Smon: Helga: "If you're going south of the river, best be careful. The Serpent's Lodge is a great stone inn, dwarf built like this one. You can't miss it."
chris107: Let us rest. Then do war upon these miscreants
chris107: Destroy their wicked slaver base once and for all.
chris107: H grins as he sharpens BL
chris107: daydreaming of masive war
Kjato Ragfoot: (Remember that I only have 4 spells left for this day)
chris107: OOC
chris107: I guess we either press on to kill Morr
chris107: or slay evry evil along the way?
chris107: Without R.
chris107: we need to be lean in our goals
Kjato Ragfoot: Slaying evil is always a good diversion. That being said, Thuruar is really pissed that somebody tried to abduct a priestess of Athena from an Inn and would like to dish out some of Athena's wisdom with a hammer.
chris107: H really wants to do war upon the Nerathi. Not nibble at the edges
chris107: *)
chris107:
8:45pm 2015-11-26 Amalric Has entered the room
chris107: H is ready to do war at Thur's behest
chris107: Graham!
Smon: !!!
Smon: Hi G
Amalric: evening
chris107: Rey has just been shagged to death
Kjato Ragfoot: Hello Graham.
Smon: That Alicia, MAN...
chris107: _108HP
Amalric: switch on of Christmas lights the Ferry (my posh) area of Dundee, been running kids around
Amalric: *in the
chris107: (Now you tell me you are posh! )
Amalric: what, again? its okay, he's got more lives than a cat
Kjato Ragfoot: You just missed the part where Thuruar insists on killing a bunch of slavers and Hakeem having second thoughts about it.
Amalric: why would you do that?
chris107:
Amalric: just good men trying to make an honest living!
Amalric: or something like that
chris107: H butchered the kidnappers like dawwgs
Kjato Ragfoot: They tried to abduct Sora, a fellow priestess of Athena.
Amalric: ah yes, that is not so good
Smon: From the Inn you're staying at.
Kjato Ragfoot: Basically, snatching her right from under our noses.
chris107: We know (through Thur's divinations) who dun'it
Smon: Lucky she managed to cry out & Thuruar heard it!
chris107: So can KILL 'em now
chris107: Or wait until morning
chris107: When H will be back on top slaying form.
Smon: GM: I take it H & T return to the common room where Rey is dining with Alicia on his lap, send the temple guards to guard Sora, and brief Rey on events.
Kjato Ragfoot: (Basically, yes)
chris107: sounds okay to me
Smon: (was only a 1 in 6 chance of kidnapping attempt, but you know my rolls...)
chris107: (too good by half!)
chris107: H hates slavers. But wants to crack on and kill the Nerathi
chris107: ALL OF THEM
Amalric: kidnapping a priestess though?
Kjato Ragfoot: Hakeem, NO!
Amalric: thats just wrong, lets kill the bastards
chris107: You don't miss a slice of a cut loaf?
Kjato Ragfoot: What did I say about killing Nerathi?
chris107: They want to kill the Altani Thur.
chris107: H is happy to kill slavers
Kjato Ragfoot: No, only the cultists of the Black Sun do.
chris107: Just worries about his poor wife waiting for a good ravishing
Smon:
Kjato Ragfoot: That is why I said: Kill all cultists of the Black Sun, help the other Nerathi.
chris107:
chris107: H tries to remember
chris107: But also is only really happy killing stuff
chris107: But will listen to his wiser friends
Smon: /roll d20
Smon rolls 1d20 and gets: 20,
chris107: Nice roll
chris107: or not..?
Kjato Ragfoot: For example, Amber was also a Nerathi and she was quite nice, wasn't she?
Amalric: wandering huge ancient red dragon, I'm assuming
chris107: Yeah and she got all burned up by the Chimera
chris107: I think you may be right G
chris107: H hacks the HARD to death
Smon: (Alicia INT check - and Alicia is smart) Alicia: "My guess would be these slavers had spies here to tell them when prospects arrived... Chances are they're listening to you right now."
Kjato Ragfoot: And that chimera was sent by the Black Sun.
Smon: She looks around the room.
Smon: /roll d6
Smon rolls 1d6 and gets: 5,
chris107: H prepares to do war
Smon: /roll d20+1
Smon rolls 1d20+1 and gets: 1, (+1) = 2
Smon: She definitely doesn't see anything suspicious.
chris107: grrr
chris107: H tries?
chris107 rolls 1d20 and gets: 12,
Smon: 12+3=15
Amalric rolls 1d20+3 and gets: 13, (+3) = 16
Smon: H looks around. A halfling is heading out the door.
Amalric: Rey also looks about
chris107: H leaps at great speed to stop the little chap
chris107: "YOU?"
Smon: Two artists, a married couple by the look of it, are painting the portrait of a Skandik warrior.
chris107: He swishes the blue light of Bloodletter to make his point clear
chris107: And (at 10th?) tries to scare him
Smon: Rey also sees the Halfling - as H heads for it, the cloaked figure ducks out the door.
chris107: "STOP!" (frighten)
chris107: Cha mod 1
Amalric: Rey goes to follow Hakeem, taking Alicia by the hand as he goes
Smon: You head out the door... make perception checks.
Smon: /roll d20+5
Smon rolls 1d20+5 and gets: 19, (+5) = 24
Smon: DC 24, bad luck.
chris107 rolls 1d20+3 and gets: 14, (+3) = 17
Amalric rolls 1d20+4 and gets: 13, (+4) = 17
Kjato Ragfoot: Thuruar will remain seated.
Smon: No sign of the little fellow.
chris107: (hobbits are hard to scare )
Smon: Alicia: "Probably a spy for the slavers!"
Amalric: "shifty little prick," remarks Rey
Kjato Ragfoot: We know where he is going to.
chris107: Then lets kill em all now?
Kjato Ragfoot: Yes.
Amalric: sure
chris107: Or forget them and go finish the Nerathi?
Kjato Ragfoot: I am quite certain the slavers are allied with the Black Sun.
chris107: H grins and waves BL around to generate some blue light to guide our way
Smon: GM: Looking south through the hamlet, you can see the broad expanse of Bellyston Ford itself, waters shining silver in the moonlight.
chris107: "Slavers (and those who keep them) will all DIE!"
Smon: Alicia: "Those who keep slaves will all die, Hakeem?"
chris107: can we follow the directions we were given earlier?
Smon: How's that memory?
chris107: "YES! Freedom is for all!"
chris107: (Working )
Smon: Alicia looks to Rey, smiles sardonically.
Smon: If you can't remember, can INT check DC 10 for Hakeem.
Amalric: "What? You're no slave. And remember where I found you and what that guy wanted to do to you."
chris107: I remember
chris107 rolls 1d20+4 and gets: 15, (+4) = 19
Kjato Ragfoot: IT was south of the river, in the Snake Inn, built by dwarves.
chris107: (OOC do we have siege stuff?)
Smon: Alicia grins: "Glad to hear it 'Lord Reynard'. How about the girls you left in the stable back at the Temple-Tomb of Belaras?"
chris107: @simon: Are we still within Athenian lands?
Smon: Alicia: "And the only guy who wanted to do something to me was our murderous barbarian friend here!"
Smon: There are likely many Athena worshippers around here, yes.
Smon: But Bellystone is vassal to the Overlord.
Amalric: "Thats what I said! And the girls...it keeps them out of trouble."
Amalric: "And far worse fates."
chris107: "Thurs, can we let your chums sort this out while we go to Gate Keep?"
Amalric: "They'll all be free one day soon."
Smon: Alicia nods and smiles to Rey: "As you say."
Amalric: "Still, come the day when you're a famous sorceress, please remember me kindly. One day out of the dungeons per month is all I ask."
chris107: H remembers the bloody head of A in his hand, foul sorceress. But says nothing.
chris107: (H is very anti wizard)
Kjato Ragfoot: (H is generally rather anti)
chris107: (and anti slavery )
Smon: H just lightly prodded her between her breasts, he never neld Alicia's bloody head.
chris107: (He keeps us alive )
chris107: (That may yet change Simon )
Smon: :F
Smon:
Smon: :F is a good vampire or Zehir-snake smilie!
chris107: (The ghost of Caspian Deverin is whispering in H's ear )
Smon:
Smon: Only the good die young!
chris107: ( I miss Casp )
Kjato Ragfoot: Then why is Hakeem still alive?
chris107:
Smon: Are you heading over the ford?
Smon: Now you've given the hobbit plenty of time to report back?
chris107: "So do we kill the filthy slavers now? Or go on with our quest?"
Amalric: "KIll them!!"
Kjato Ragfoot: Eh. I would say we go back, go to sleep and let the slavers quiver all night in fear of our attack.
chris107: OOC - I'd suggest letting the Athenian priesthood clear up while we go do war upon the Nerathi)
chris107: 2 mins, comfort break
Amalric: ditto!
chris107: back
chris107: three loos over 5 floors is great
Smon: GM: Are you going back to the inn & staying the night?
chris107: H will wait for his wise chums to choose.
chris107: He really is eager to kill Nerathi
Kjato Ragfoot: Yes, let's go and take a nap.
Kjato Ragfoot: We can still kill some Nerathi tomorrow.
chris107: Lots of watches
chris107:
chris107: KILL NERATHI
Kjato Ragfoot: After all, we now know the slaver's spy. If we meet him again, we can feed him to the fishes.
chris107: Then H is free to kill Oriax
Smon: GM: You return to the Inn to spend the night, Hakeem sharing a room with Laara at her request.
Smon: The night passes without further molestation.
chris107: been a good boy of course
chris107: Only M for H
Smon: Laara: "I feel so safe with you..." Next morning you meet Sora & her men at breakfast
Kjato Ragfoot: (We need a second Hakeem for Laara)
Smon: Sora: "I will come with you to Onhir, and introduce you to her ruler Prince Cuchulainn if you wish."
chris107: H polishes his huge blade ready for any event.
Kjato Ragfoot: That would be good. Thank you Sora.
chris107: Cuchulainn? As in Irish Hero?
Smon: Sora nods. "I owe you a favour."
Smon: (yes, also Elf Prince of Onhir)
Kjato Ragfoot: The king of the elven settlements between this town and the fortress of the Black SUn.
chris107: H gobbles up as much bacon & eggs as he can to last the day
Smon: GM: After breakfast you saddle up & ride south, crossing the shallow Bellystone ford.
chris107: "Thurs? Can your chums deal with these slavers?"
Kjato Ragfoot: No. The temple of Athena cannot wage war upon the tributaries of the Overlord.
chris107: (Bellystone has been driving me bonkers all week. Like Jellystone )
Smon: A little south of the river you pass the stone inn the Serpent's Lodge; outside an Altanian slaver is readying a coffle of slaves for the day's march. Rey recognises him as Roth, a slaver of Ahyf town.
Amalric: a coffle?
chris107: H makes note to self to bring down the Overlord after the Nerathi, Red Reavers, Oriax etc. etc.
chris107: string of slaves
Amalric: "Better he takes them to Ahyf. We cant help them out here."
Smon: Roth - https://postmortemstudios.files.wordpress.com/2014/08/jimburns_explorersofgor.jpg
chris107: H makes note to add him to the Loooonnngggg list
Kjato Ragfoot: Hakeem, wouldn't it be easier if you write a list with people you do not want to kill?
Smon:
chris107: mmmmm
chris107: probably
Smon: Lights and music issue forth from the South March tower on a hill overlooking the town - the Bards are in training!
chris107: (Hey! I never get chance to play psychotic barbarian )
Smon: Heading on, you soon leave the ragged hamlet behind, heading south on the Old South Road.
chris107: (After long rest how does H's rage/berserk sit?)
Smon: There is a thunder of hooves behind you - you turn to see a squadron of the Overlord's red-tabarded soldiers on horse approach from the Tower.
chris107: Grrrr
Smon: You get your rages back & are not exhausted.
chris107:
chris107: Thanks
Smon: 1 hd restores 11 hp or roll.
chris107: 11 is fine thanks
Smon: You recover 5 hd, half your level.
Kjato Ragfoot: Hakeem, no killing of Overlord soldiers unless in self-defence.
chris107: 120/125HP
Smon: Sora: "We had best get off the road or they'll ride us down."
Smon: She wheels her horse aside.
Kjato Ragfoot: Thuruar will follow her.
chris107: (Just using old paper formats ago to write notes, headed: Isidore Deverin
chris107: H does too. Though unwillingly
chris107: H silently imagins burning down the CSIO)
Smon: The patrol thunders past you, riding south at speed.
Smon: You press on.
Smon: /roll d6
Smon rolls 1d6 and gets: 3,
chris107: yay!
Smon: The day passes peacefully(!) as you ride south-east from Bellystone on the road, staying the night at an inn west of the mud flats, then press on next day.
Smon: /roll d6
Smon rolls 1d6 and gets: 1,
Smon: Towards evening on the second day out from Bellystone, 21/4/4446, you see the high spires of Onhir ahead.
chris107: H is still not sure about elves.
chris107: But will be quiet and let his clever chums do their stuff.
Smon: To your left is the dark, dense expanse of misty Fogbound Forest, while heathlands and scattered woods stretch off to the west.
Smon: There is little sign of farming here, though the land seems fertile.
Amalric: "No farming here? Seems like ideal land for it," says the perceptive Rey
Smon: Sora: "They do not sow..." As you approach the white-walled city's northern gate, a horn blows high on the walls, and the gates open before you reach them.
Smon: Out rides a squad of six elven warriors in plate armour, astride white stallions.
Amalric: "Not sowing their wild oats? You've lost me somewhere..." D
Smon: Penants flutter in the breeze.
Kjato Ragfoot: They are magical, they let the oats sow themselves.
Kjato Ragfoot: Elves can make the trees walk.
chris107:
Amalric: Thats a talent
Smon: As they approach, the leader, a tall, grim looking elf, raises a hand in greeting. "Hail."
Smon: https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdCP3STFR1nT2hSHNF862v0YSpUKQYstLkXt98jGQcNtOsRM4T9BQDEKrf5sJfRvjRSpUHOoapZN1xJcrgJY8VtTjHpEizmcur550j6WFll3ZrRY3ibYeqZowxjSM3Ophrbe14vFljgX8/s400/Elf.jpg
Smon: Sora: "Hail to thee, Lord Macluir."
Amalric: "Hail, sir!"
chris107: "Hail"
Amalric: (nice pic)
Smon: Macluir nods, surveying your group. "And who art thee?"
Kjato Ragfoot: I am Thuruar, a cleric of Athena.
chris107: Hakeem, of clan Greywolf
Amalric: "Reynard Mercelin."
Smon: Sora whispers: "Macluir is an Eldritch Knight of the 15th rank. Best to tread carefully before him."
chris107: H nods respectfully
Smon: Macluir nods: "We welcome those of good faith. What brings thee to Onhir?"
chris107: (All great warriors deserve respect)
Amalric: "Yes, I'd rather not talk any BS here. Maybe they can tell."
chris107: (If they can. You're buggered Graham )
Smon: You can make Inight checks.
Smon: Insight
chris107: wis?
Smon: WIS + PROF
Kjato Ragfoot rolls 1d20+8 and gets: 3, (+8) = 11
chris107 rolls 1d20+3 and gets: 20, (+3) = 23
chris107: Insightful Hakeem!
Smon: Hakeem thinks Macluir seems tense, but is hiding it well.
chris107: "Sire? Have you been expecting us?"
Amalric: (Rey is in the company of friends, he's sure they can keep secrets )
Smon: Macluir shakes his head.
chris107: (hehe)
Amalric: "Then what ails you? You appear troubled, milord, if you'll forgive my saying so."
chris107: H again nods respectfuly and leaves the talking to his smart chums
Smon: Sora: "I am escorting my companions here to Onhir, to seek a guide over the mountains to Anatal."
Smon: Rey never rolled a check.
Amalric: no, I just thought if H can see it must be bloody obvious
chris107: (Is this the way to Anatalo?)
Amalric: (or he might have told us)
Smon: Rolled a 20!
chris107: But he's not female Simon!
Amalric: might say a lot about Hakeem's inner urges...
Amalric: maybe Malenn is just a front?
chris107: (Rey better hope not )
Smon: Macluir nods to Sora. "The priests of Athena are welcome here. Come."
Smon: The elven knights escort you into their fair city, cleaner and more airy than anything you've seen before.
Amalric: (haha! good point!)
chris107: H looks around in wonder
Amalric: "Wow! So this is how the other half live!"
Smon: A few human traders and many elves watch as you pass through the marbled streets to the royal palace, past delicate sculptures millenia old, fountains playing in vine-wrapped plazas.
Smon: Macluir smiles slightly at Rey's comment. "The glory of the Elves is not yet entirely past."
Smon: /roll d20+3
Smon rolls 1d20+3 and gets: 15, (+3) = 18
Smon: Sora whispers to Thuruar: "Something troubles him, though he seeks not to show it."
Kjato Ragfoot: Hakeem must have sensed it as well, that would explain his question.
chris107: H grips the hilt of Bloodletter but says nothing. Just been aware..
Smon: In the palace courtyard you dismount, elven grooms take your steeds, and Macluir escorts you in to the palace.
Smon: After a short wait you are brought in to the throneroom, not huge but thronged with perhas three dozen elvenfolk.
Smon: Evening sunlight glimmers through high crystal windowpanes.
Smon: At the far end of the long hall, the Prince of Onhir sits upon his throne.
Smon: Macluir ushers you forward.
Kjato Ragfoot: (How does one properly adress an elven prince?)
chris107: (?)
Smon: Prince Cuchulainn watches your approach with a neutral expression - http://img14.deviantart.net/bb2c/i/2012/201/1/f/collab__elven_king_by_vampyrus_azarus-d57yjs9.jpg
Smon: /roll d20
Smon rolls 1d20 and gets: 2,
chris107: nice pic
Smon: "Oi, Pointy Ears!" ?
Smon:
chris107:
chris107: H prepares to butcher half of elvenkind
Smon: (rolled 2 on INT check but feel free not to take my advice)
chris107: (OOC - Elven Eldritch Knight )
chris107: (Very )
Kjato Ragfoot: Thuruar, wise as he is, will wait till Sora addressed the elf (with whom she seems familiar) and greet him likewise.
chris107: Come on my silver tongued chums
Smon: Cuchulainn raises a hand in greeting. Sora curtsies, Alicia following her lead gracefully, Laara awkwardly.
chris107: H just grunts and nods respectful again
Amalric: (half of elven-kind, or half-elven kind? )
Kjato Ragfoot: Thuruar bows.
chris107: (All of 'em)
Smon: The Temple guards bow. Amdor the Mighty coughs, bows, speaks: "Hail, oh mighty Elven Monarch!"
Amalric: Rey bows deeply and waits to be spoken to
Smon: The Prince nods.
Smon: Amdor straightens. "My Liege, we have journeyed far, across mighty oceans..."
Smon: "...To be here today."
Smon: Sora straightens, looks to Amdor, frowns.
chris107: (The Amdor?! )
Amalric: Rey nudges Amdor in the ribs with his elbow. "Hush, you fool."
Kjato Ragfoot: (Well, who knows in which dusty tome he read that stuff)
Smon: "I am Amdor the Mighty, Wizard Lord of the Ghinarian Hills. For a thousand sunsets I have stood guard upon the worlds of Men... *ouch*"
Smon: Amdor glares at Rey.
chris107: hehe
chris107: H has always liked Amdor
Amalric: Rey shakes his head, unmoved
Kjato Ragfoot: (I should have remembered to buy him a new pointy hat, with cool bells at the spikes)
Smon: Cuchulainn smiles slightly sardonically. "Welcome, Lord Amdor. And your companions?"
chris107: "Hakeem Greywolf. Mighty prince."{
Smon: Amdor: "The sharp-elbowed one is Reynard Mercellin, a rogue of Ahyf..."
Amalric: "What?!" protests Rey
Smon: Laara: "I am Laara Greywolf of the Midnight Goddess Hills, your majesty."
chris107: (That's been generous! )
Amalric: "I am a vassal of Lords Vilius Theber and Hytirus Vex, if you don't mind, and a Knight of Selatine."
Amalric: (he's not from Ahyf! )
Kjato Ragfoot: Thuruar, a humble cleric of Athena.
chris107: (And the biggest slut in the Wilderlands? - OOC )
Smon: Alicia: "Alicia Scarnetti, formerly a lady of Sandpoint, companion to the Lord Reynard Mercellin, Herald of the Ghinarian Lords." She sticks her tongue out at Amdor.
chris107:
chris107: Amdor is wise
Amalric: (SLUT?!?!?? That is so un.....couth. )
Smon: Sora: "And you know me your majesty, Sora Menekakhos, of the Temple of the Lady of Wisdom."
chris107: (Truth hurts? )
Amalric: (No, but one has to object just a little merely on principle)
Smon: The Prince nods regally. "I bid you all welcome. Most of you have come far. What brings you to Onhir?"
chris107: (hehe)
chris107: (Please someone else answer that)
chris107: (Or H is likely to get us all hanged)
Smon: Amdor: "A great quest, your Majesty. Even now Evil stretches forth its hand over the Wilderlands..."
Smon: "...Fortunately I, last of the Order of Mystic Sages, yet stand guard against the Day of Doom."
chris107:
Kjato Ragfoot: (He is Rincewind Cudgel the Obnoxious, isn't he?)
Smon: Amdor edges away from Rey's elbows.
chris107: hehe
Smon: Amdor: "I met these young adventurers in a dark and deadly dungeon, the Lichway..."
chris107: H is impressed with the mighty wizard (and has always been nic to him )
Amalric: "Oh please stop."
Amalric: Rey has had enough
Smon: "...Where I discovered that the cabal known as Neo-Nerath seeks... "
chris107: "He tells the truth mighty prince."
Smon: He turns to Rey: "What? You go on, then!"
Amalric: "We met this fellow in the Lichway. He claims great knowledge but I have yet to see him actually cast a spell."
Amalric: "We are here because we are on our way to other parts, to complete a great task."
Smon: "Spellcraft is not to be employed lightly..."
chris107: "Amdor, ignore the rude chap!"
Smon: Amdor nods to Hakeem.
Amalric: (Which I uh...can't recall! Closing a portal? Taking down Nerath? That kinda thing )
chris107:
chris107: (KILL THEM ALL)
Amalric: Rey would know it better than I
Smon: Why?
Kjato Ragfoot: What my well-spoken comrade wants to say, we just seek safe passage through your realm, as our quest leads us through toward the realm of the dwarves in the east and then further against the Black Sun.
Smon: Rey spends all his time shagging.
Amalric: yes, that
chris107: grrr
Amalric: wish I could say the same
Kjato Ragfoot: We wish to prevent a war between the Altani and the cult of the Black Sun, who tries to suffocate the Ghinarian Hills in unlife.
chris107: (It's chore all the time Graham)
Smon: (@G you & me both mate!) Sora nods: "Milord Prince, we seek a guide over the mountains."
Amalric: (fair point, that must be my reasoning)
Smon: Cuchulainn nods. "These are troubled times. You have heard that the Princess Valadai of Anatal is missing?"
chris107: ?
Amalric: "I don't believe we have? That is troubling news indeed."
Amalric: (whoever she is )
Kjato Ragfoot: There were rumours something was taken from your realm, but not that it is the princess.
Smon: Sora nods. Cuchulainn: "And last night, human brigands made attempt upon our own Priestess Kirilis, here in Onhir. They failed..."
chris107: "We will be happy to get her back fair Prince. And slay the miscreants responsible."
chris107: "And kill all the brigands." He adds artlessly
Smon: Macluir steps forward: "Those who assiled Kirilis are already dead. But it may be connected to your own quest."
chris107: (Hey! H hasn't killed anything in ages!)
Smon: (stopping soon, maybe play on Sunday so you can kill more?)
Kjato Ragfoot: (Fine with me)
Amalric: (Sundays not good for me)
chris107: (I have London friends visiting for the next fe days. Likely not free 'till next Thursday )
chris107: (Feel free to let H loose on anyone though )
Kjato Ragfoot: (That would allow Rey and Thuruar to gain some XP on Hakeem)
Smon: (ok) Cuchulainn: "Valadai is sister to Queen Cildarith of Anatal, west over the mountains."
Smon: Amdor nods gravely. "The hour grows dark, great Prince. Now is the time for all the Free Peoples of Middle..."
chris107: hehe
Smon: "...Altanis, to unite together! A Last Alliance of Men and Elves...."
chris107: I knew I liked Amdor!
chris107: He is Gandalf/Paladine/Amdor!
Amalric: He is Gollum/Amdor
chris107:
chris107: (Well H has been nice to him)
Smon: "...My companions and I must journey into the Heart of Darkness, the Gate Castle of the Black Sun, to close the Gate and Restore the Light! For what is Right!"
chris107: YAY!
Smon: "Hoping against Hope, to find our way Home!"
chris107: (And kill lots of stuff)
Amalric: (maybe we can shove him in before we close it)
chris107: (Rey is such meanie)
Kjato Ragfoot: I would have put it less magnified, but basically, Amdor is right.
chris107:
Amalric: "Maybe he'll click his heels together a few times while saying, 'There's no place like home! There's no place like home!'..."
Smon: Cuchulainn nods, and there is a smattering of applause from the crowd. The Prince turns to Thuruar, nods.
Smon: "What do you know of the threat?"
chris107: H gives a broad smile to his friend Amdor's words
Kjato Ragfoot: We know that a small group of Nerathi has joined a dark cult, that opened a portal to the nether realms.
Kjato Ragfoot: That they worship the Black Sun and are masters of the undead.
chris107: grrrr
Kjato Ragfoot: That they are zealots who wish nothing but death as revenged for perceived wrongs.
chris107: (If H perishes, picking up Amdor to play could be great fun )
Smon: LOL
Smon: Cuchulainn nods. "This accords with the rumours we have heard, from the West. We will give you a guide, and letter of introduction to Anatal and Chacban. The dwarves of Chacban lie closest to the Gate Castle of the Black Sun. Their realm is almost surrounded by New Nerath, now."
Smon: "Now, let us feast."
Smon: ooc stopping there
chris107: Yay!
chris107: Thanks Simon. Great game chaps
Smon: Bit low key, maybe more fight next time.
Amalric: heh, nice
Amalric: cheers Simon
