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| Mela, slave of Agollos |
Hakeem, Barbarian LEVEL 10 XP 3500+72764=76264/85000
Rey Rogue LEVEL 9 XP 3300+54238=57538/64000
Thuruar, Cleric LEVEL 8 XP 45070/48000
6:59pm 2015-11-19 Smon Has entered the room
Smon: Hi chris
Smon: Is Graham around?
chris107: Hi Simon
chris107: Not yet, but he said he would be.
Smon: ok cool
chris107: Shame Kjato can't be with us. He keeps us on the straight and narrow.
Smon: :_
Smon:
Smon: Yeah, makes good ballast for the team.
chris107: and boy do we need it?
Smon: I was thinking do around 2.5 hrs today, another 2.5 hours Sunday.
chris107:
chris107: just grab a ciggie while we wait for G
chris107: back
chris107: Have PM'd Graham
Smon: thanks
Smon: >>chris107: "Kaag, you must lead our people. You will have need of wisdom." Kjato Ragfoot: Yes, Kaag. Your place is here - we will need your wisdom to win this war. Smon: Kaag looks to Hakeem, nods. "Aye. If... " he turns to Thuruar. "Stay here?!" Kjato Ragfoot: The Nerathi cannot be defeated without a wise leader for the Altanians. chris107: Nice session guys! Thanks Simon Amalric: yes, good game! Amalric: thought Rey had bought it this time Amalric: bad dragon turtle Kjato Ragfoot: Yes. Stay here. Learn wisdom. Teach strength. Who knows, you might learn to like this place. Smon: Kaag: "I come to crush Nerath! Win glory! There is no glory in these halls..." chris107: DEAD Dragon Turtle Smon: Thuruar give me a CHA check (Persuasion) Kjato Ragfoot: There is plenty glory. I will show you tomorrow. Smon: d20+5 Kjato Ragfoot rolls 1d20 and gets: 18, chris107: Yay! Smon: nice chris107: Kjato Ragfoot: That is 23 Smon: Kaag nods. "I... Tomorrow I will see what you have to say."<<
chris107: H is not big on wisdom
Smon: GM: So that night your party feasts on goat meat with the Temple Priests in their hall.
Smon: Is there anyone you wanted to talk to while it's just Hakeem?
chris107: H would speak with Kaag
chris107: Ask if his mother ever talked about his father?
Smon: GM: At dinner Hakeem and Kaag are busy tearing into haunches of roast goat. Kaag looks a bit uncomfortable at Hakeem's question and pauses, juice running down his chin.
Smon: "Your father - brave warrior. Killed Eight Feathered Bear the day he died. I was there - young then. I saw him die."
chris107: H looks on. saying nothing
chris107: looking for signs of a lie
Smon: Insight is WIS I believe, Prof +4 -1 for WIS = +3
chris107 rolls 1d20+3 and gets: 3, (+3) = 6
chris107:
Smon: DC 5 is enough to tell that Kaag seems uncomfortable/evasive.
Smon: Kaag is not a great bluffer.
chris107: "Kaag. I gave you my support at the clanmoot."
chris107: "You will need it again."
Smon: Kaag nods.
chris107: "Tell me what you know."
Smon: Kaag looks up, quite shrewdly. "You heard something? You are worried?"
chris107: "Worried? No."
Smon: OT - using this pic for Amdor the Mighty's "self image" http://orig04.deviantart.net/ea6d/f/2012/243/a/8/wizard_by_gerezon-d5d1i0h.jpg
chris107: Amdor!
Smon: Kaag takes another bite of goat. "Old Hakeem was good warrior. He was mated with Gnubis. He died, before you were born."
chris107: "If Yusan is my father. We may be able to ask his help."
Smon: Kaag stops chewing. "Ah. You know. You not supposed to know."
chris107: ..........
chris107: "Tell me."
Smon: Kaag frowns. "I not Wise One... " he sighs. "The Clan Moot, nine months before you born. Your father was not there, scouting in the hills. Great Red Tiger warrior from the South - Yusan. All the women fell for him. They say he visited Gnubis' tent... Then you born. But then Yusan Outcast - murdered Red Tiger Defender. Gnubis say you Old Dead Hakeem's son.
chris107: just grab a quick G&T brb
chris107: Phew.....
chris107: H looks at his map
Smon: Kaag quaffs a pitcher of wine. "That is what I recall. But might be wrong - best you talk to the damn Wise Women. Or your mother."
chris107: H nods moodily
chris107: figuring out how long it would take him to jog back to Yusan's HQ
Smon: A long time to jog back to the Vale
chris107: just looking at the map
Smon: make me an INT check, add prof
chris107 rolls 1d20+4 and gets: 9, (+4) = 13
Smon: Found the old players map online - http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive/9684276/images/1273311092387.jpg
chris107: Ah yes. It is a long way.
chris107: But hakeem is pretty singleminded when he chooses to be.
Smon: GM: Hakeem thinks Kaag's facts can't be quite straight - Yusan was only outlawed 15 years ago, when Hakeem was already 3 or 4 years old.
chris107: ahhhhhh
chris107: H is not good with sums
chris107: He shrugs
chris107: "I'm ready for the off."
chris107: "Lets head out and finish this."
Smon: But basically it seems to fit.
chris107: H goes to bed unusually early. Missing Malenn and killing stuff has unsettled him.
Smon: GM: Next morning Kaag spends long hours in conversation with Thuruar, while Hakeem Rey Laara & co are summoned to meet with the Chief Priest and his deputy.
chris107: H goes grumpilly
Smon: A novice ushers you into the meeting hall - you see Sora, the deputy, no longer in white robes, now she wears something approximating a breastplate - https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhF-wLDMZh_HF6xjGlkqTmIoro0OidhLrxcF1ebZIQaq_yRaEGfROxINhqCFkgBr0nzcJq7wVoMGIICCvFf_VLdaqeAd4EXE2Vh-2pFO2xO7yIunyFHHj6sL22SRJvW-X0EURg6OUMefLw/s400/Athena2.jpg
chris107: Ah yes
Smon: Vanir Tholemestes the chief priest wears the dark robe befitting his rank - http://orig03.deviantart.net/620e/f/2011/105/3/d/reed___cleric_of_pharasma_by_ruloc-d3e0xqd.jpg
chris107: A nice new pic
Smon: Vanir is sat behind a large cherry-wood desk, likely City State manufacture, while Sora lounges on a recliner. Vanir stands as you enter, bidding you sit on the recliners/chaise lounges. "Welcome."
chris107: H nods
chris107: and sits
Smon: Vanir talks as a male slave serves Athenian wine. "Sora has briefed me on your quest. You have far to go, into great danger. We would offer aid."
chris107: "Thank you."
Smon: Sora: "The Elves of Onhir and Anatal are our friends and allies. I will escort you to Onhir, where we may acquire an Elven Scout from Prince Cuchulainn to cross the mountains and reach Anatal. If this pleases you?"
chris107: "That would be a great help. We have far to travel and a friendly guide would be most welcome."
Smon: Sora nods. "You may not know - Anatal is the home of Aenor, greatest Smith of this age. If he favours you he can assist greatly - enchant your blades with Elf magics, provide armour that no mortal blade can pierce..."
chris107: "Then we must ask his aid."
chris107: "We mut leave as soon as we may."
chris107: "Bloodletter is thirsty."
Smon: Vanir nods. "I should warn you that rumour has reached us that all is not well in Anatal, that the sister of Queen Cildarith, Princess Valadai, is missing. It is possible that this is connected to the growing power of the Black Sun. If true, the Elves may be preoccupied. There is even the possibilty of hostage-blackmail."
chris107: Hakeem curses the Black Sun. (His natural Xenophobia maybe?)
Smon: Sora: "Horses are being made ready for us, and for my two guards. We leave within the hour."
chris107: Hakeem relaxes. Action will keep him busy and stop him fretting over his paternity
Smon: Vanir: "Is there anything else you would ask of us? I understand that Kaag Greywolf will stay here, to learn of Wisdom."
chris107: "If Kaag wishes it."
chris107: "he will make a fine chief one day."
Smon: Vanir nods noncomittally. "As you say."
Smon: GM: The meeting breaks up and you ready to depart.
Smon: You are joined by Thuruar, and by Kaag, looking very odd in a white robe.
chris107: H is unsure what wisdom can be learned in a frock
Smon: Kaag: "I have decided... to stay. With Wisdom I will be Chief. Then I will crush our enemies!" He grins.
Smon: Laara smiles: "That's the way to go, Kaag!"
chris107: H grins back
Smon: Amdor the Mighty: "Fine fellow!"
Smon: Alicia Scarnetti rolls her eyes.
chris107: Amdor!
Smon: Kaag: "Okay if I keep the Nerath slave (Gail) the Seawolf druid gave me? You still have one..." he points at Priestess Amber.
chris107: "I keep no slaves."
chris107: "Learn this wisom Kaag. Loyalty can not be bought."
Smon: Kaag looks to Rey, who grins back. "No worries."
chris107: H stalks off.
Smon: GM: Current expedition personnel - Gate Castle Expedition Personnel Warriors Hakeem Rey Thuruar Other: Amdor the Mighty, "wizard" advisor. Laara, the Greywolf Psychic Defender, Alicia Scarnetti, Amber, Nerathi slave priestess. Athena Escort: Priestess Sora Menekakhos 2 Temple Guards
chris107: He's ready to do war upon the nerathi.
Smon: GM: You mount up alongside priestess Sora and two white armoured temple guards. Kaag and the Chief Priest bid you farewell and you ride north from the courtyard, through the main gates and into rolling countryside.
chris107: Hakeem is happy
Smon: This land is inhabited - you pass through rich vinyards, quiet farms and peaceful manors.
Smon: The Peace of Athena - not much killing to be done here.
chris107:
Smon: Sora: "It's forty miles to Zothay - we can make the city by nightfall and rest at the Temple of Athena without the wall. Or press on and camp east of the Arthiop Mud Flats, if you wish to make Bellystone Ford on the second day."
chris107: "Make haste. We do war."
Smon: Sora looks a little uncertain, but nods.
8:21pm 2015-11-19 Smon Has exited the room
8:21pm 2015-11-19 Smon Has entered the room
Smon: That afternoon you see the smokes of Zothay ahead on a shimmering bay, where the mighty River Mageven empties to the sea, but Sora turns you north down a trail that soon intercepts with a great paved road, unlike anything you have seen before.
8:22pm 2015-11-19 Amalric Has entered the room
chris107: Graham!
Amalric: ARSE
Amalric: where are my damn post-it notes??
Smon: That afternoon you see the smokes of Zothay ahead on a shimmering bay, where the mighty River Mageven empties to the sea, but Sora turns you north down a trail that soon intercepts with a great paved road, unlike anything you have seen before. Sora: "The Old South Road - built they say by the Overlord of the City State, many centuries ago. The Nerathi followed it down when they came to claim their empire in the Southlands.
Smon: Hi G, late as usual. Better than never.
Amalric: honestly, I have shit for brains, me
Smon: The party minus Kaag & his concubine but plus Priestess Sora & 2 temple guards are heading for the elven realms and the mountain pass to the west (eventually).
Amalric: Rey lags behind
Smon: Dusk falls as you ride on, passing a few travellers hurrying to reach Zothay - behind you now - before nightfall.
chris107: H is in good form now we are moving
Smon: The land here grows wild. To the west of the Old South Road stretches off a great dismal swamp, the Arthiop Mud Flats.
Smon: To the north-east stretches a vast rolling expanse of dust-red plain to the horizon. Sora: "The Altani Plain... There are Orcs there."
chris107: H spits
Smon: She gestures to the swamplands. "And there, Lizardmen and worse."
Smon: /roll d6
Smon rolls 1d6 and gets: 4,
chris107: "When the Nerathi are defeated and oriax dead, I will slay them all."
Smon: Night falls, dark but with the moon shining through the scattered clouds.
Smon: You have ridden some 60 miles from the Temple.
chris107: we set watches
Smon: Sora nods. "There is an Inn leagues north of here on the Murmuring Stream, but we may kill the horses before we reach it. You are right. Let us camp."
Amalric: "No comfy bed? For shame!"
Smon: You set camp, using bedrolls provided by the Temple. The clouds are clearing, and the night grows cool. Alicia snuggles close to Rey.
Smon: Hakeem, Malenn-less, is alone with his thoughts. Laara watches the sky in puzzlement. "The stars - they grow strange. We are a long way north of home."
chris107: H nods. Laara is a wisw woman after all.
8:32pm 2015-11-19 Eliana Has entered the room
Smon: Hi Eli
chris107: Hi Eli
Smon: Talking of wise women.
Eliana: (HI ! hiding at work ! )
chris107: Eliana Wise Woman
Eliana:
Amalric: run! run for your lives!!
Amalric: (I was kidding, come back!)
chris107: (Here)
Smon: /roll d6
Smon rolls 1d6 and gets: 2,
Smon: You settle down, set watches, most sleep...
Smon: /roll d6
chris107: We live!
Smon rolls 1d6 and gets: 3,
Smon: Midnight passes. A chill fog rolls in off the Arthiop Mud Flats...
Smon: /roll d6
Smon rolls 1d6 and gets: 3,
Smon: And eventually dawn breaches the eastern sky.
chris107: yay
Smon: Sora seems relieved that you have passed the night unmolested.
chris107: H is disappointed
chris107: Bloodletter needs exercise
Smon: /roll d6
Smon rolls 1d6 and gets: 3,
Smon: The weather is muggy, but no rain falls as you breakfast, mount up, and ride on north down the Old South Road.
Smon: /roll d6
Smon rolls 1d6 and gets: 1,
Smon: You pass a 20 man patrol of mounted soldiers, riders out of Onhir. Sora waves to their leader, a big blond Skandik, and exchanges a few words.
Smon: He seems deferential.
Smon: Late that morning you top a rise and see ahead a stone bridge over a shimmering river, a well-fortified Inn beyond.
chris107: "Drink!"
Amalric: "This must be the place, then? The Murmuring Mummy, or something..."
Smon: Sora smiles: "We've done twenty miles this morn - a little drink would do no harm... You know the place, Lord Reynard?"
Smon: Alicia squints against the morning sun, points out the sign with its bandage-wrapped form emerging from a tomb. "Well, kind of obvious, don't you think?"
Amalric: (LOL I'd forgotten, actually!)
Amalric: "Now now, Alicia - manners cost nothing."
chris107: phone brb
Smon: You enter the Inn, packed with quite a crowd - pilgrims, led by two priestesses of Apollo-Mitra - one a dwarf! The other a half-elf, to go by her pointed ears.
Amalric: "Only from hearsay, Sora."
Smon: A travel-stained Altanian warrior drinks at the bar, a red firedrake curled at his feet.
Smon: An aristocrat in Alryan - City State - garb - sits at the best table, slave girl at his feet and boduguard behind, berating the serving wench for some infraction.
Smon: As you enter and order drinks, the pilgrims seem readying to move off. Do you want to talk to anyone?
Amalric: "Quite the diverse crowd, eh?"
Amalric: talk to the pilgrims I suppose
Amalric: unless Sora does that
Amalric: lets talk to them all
Smon: Sora: "Many travel down the Old South Road from the City State..."
chris107: back, sorry about that
Smon: Sora seems to have no desire to speak with the Mitraic pilgrims.
Amalric: oh its Thuruar who is the Mitra, yes?
chris107: Athena
Smon: No, all Athena. Jana Vex is Mitraic.
Amalric: him too
chris107:
Amalric: ah yes, all coming back to me now
Amalric: dont want to anger someone with a firedrake - unless we want the place to burn down? H?
Amalric: speak to the snotty Alryan
Amalric: "Ho, friend! What news of the City State? What brings you to these parts?"
Smon: The aristocrat looks up as Rey approaches. You notice a covered Hawk-cage on the marble table.
Smon: Make Persuasion check Rey.
Smon: The noble as an angular face, with thick copper hair and green eyes. He wears fine raiment and jewelry in Alryan style..
Smon: roll d20
Smon: ...
Smon: brb tea
chris107: Gin
Smon: mm, whisky...
Amalric rolls 1d20+9 and gets: 18, (+9) = 27
chris107: Nice Graham
Smon: It's +11 since you Levelled last session.
Amalric: (+11 for Persuasion actually, thought I'd roll before checking!)
Amalric: (He's not a woman in disguise, is he? )
Smon: The man smiles warmly at Rey. "Ah! A fellow of good breeding in these godsforsaken parts! Please, join me! Wench, more wine!"
chris107: Fellow of good breeding?
Smon: "I am Agollos - you are Antillian, by your accent? How fares the City of Spires?"
chris107:
Smon: Agollos: "The City fares well indeed - the Overlord's third daughter has wed, and there was much celebration as I departed."
Amalric: "I cannot say, sadly it has been some time since last I tread that fair place."
Amalric: (hey watch it you!)
Smon: "I head for Zothay, to enquire on certain trading interests of my House... You head north, to the City State?"
Amalric: "I can only imagine. I rather hoped she would hold out for me, but alas..."
Amalric: "We are heading north, indeed..."
Smon: Agollos smiles and laughs. "Ho ho! An excellent jest!"
Amalric: "..anything to watch out for on the way?"
Amalric:
Smon: He looks over Rey's troupe. "A strange band you are with..." his eyes settle on Alicia. "...But I see you have excellent taste in slaves."
Smon: Alicia sees his hungry look, looks down, even blushing slightly - unusual from her!
Amalric: "My thanks! You have chosen well yourself, I see...Have to be careful with this one, though - a real firecracker!"
Smon: Agollos shrugs. "Safe enough to Black Baron Pass. The Queans Waste is dangerous, as always."
Amalric: Rey slaps Alicia's rear with appreciation
Amalric: "But you made it here alright...?"
Smon: Agollos nods, grins as Alicia starts with a yelp at the rump-slap: "How much for her? Name your price."
Smon: Agollos nods: "Oh yes. Our horses are fleet, our blades sharp. We evaded the ghosts of the Waste, and the wretched Altanian brigands gave us but poor sport."
chris107: grrr
Amalric: "Sorry, I cannot part with this one, not for all the gold in the City State. Too precious."
Smon: Agollos sighs sadly. "I understand... She is truly a jewel beyond price!" Alicia smiles happily at that. Agollos glances at Hakeem. "Your bodyguard?"
Amalric: "And that's not like them. Must have been all drunk and fighting each other - you know how those thickheads are..."
Smon: Agollos: "Indeed. Savages. Wretched relics of an age long past. Before Civilisation came to these lands."
Amalric: "Yes, having a brainless lunk around to intimidate people is a rather cheap practice, but often highly effective."
Smon: Agollos drinks, beckons Rey closer and speaks quietly. "Indeed... But between you and me, Altanians are always treacherous. Best dispose of him and hire a good Alryan. Even a Skandik is better."
Smon: Agollos chuckles. "Why, even a Tharb!"
chris107: H gives the evil eye
Smon: H can make Perception check to overhear that, DC 15.
Amalric: Rey leans in and grins. "Aye, wise words indeed! I'll keep him around only as long as I need him, never fear."
chris107 rolls 1d20+3 and gets: 12, (+3) = 15
Smon: Yup, you heard.
chris107: "All mouth....."
Smon: You notice Amdor the Mighty in conversation with the dwarf Mitra-Apollo priestess.
chris107: H shrugs
Smon: Agollos nods. "Well, we had better be going if we're to reach Zothay by nightfall. Good talking to you, friend. Your name ...?"
Amalric: Rey orders more wine for himself and Agollos
Smon: /roll d20+11
Smon rolls 1d20+11 and gets: 3, (+11) = 14
Smon: Agollos stands, waving a hand. "No more wine."
Amalric: "Reynard Mercellin. My friends call me Rey."
Smon: The pilgrims are streaming out of the Inn now, heading south on foot. Amdor waves the priestesses goodbye, then saunters over to Hakeem. "Lovely Gels... Headin' right down our way to the Temple-Tomb of Belaras!" (where Malenn is!)
chris107: H is sad that Malenn is not here. But finds strength thinking about his child.
Smon: Agollos nods. "Agollos of House Loudring."
Amalric: Rey shakes Agollos by the hand. "Well met."
Amalric: "And safe travels."
Smon: Agollos shakes back enthusiastically. "And to you! Come, guard! Slave, on your feet!" He tugs at the girl's leash, she rises, and the trio go to depart.
Smon: At a nearby table, Sora has been talking with Laara the Defender. She finishes her drink and rises. "Excuse me a moment..."
Smon: Sora heads for the little girl's room.
Smon: Laara watches Sora leave, then goes over to Hakeem, talks in a low voice. "Hakeem... that man Rey was speaking with. There is a darkness about him. He's not all he seems, I think."
chris107: "Thank you lady Laara. " H whispers this to Rey
chris107: how long have they been gone?
Smon: Agollos has just left, a moment ago. Probably saddling up outside.
chris107: 1 sec for G to answer
Smon: I'll get a drink then.
Amalric: answer what?
chris107: me too
Amalric: oh that
chris107: See above
chris107: Do we follow your new chum and kill him.
Amalric: Rey shrugs to H. "Well, if you want to kill him...lets do it."
chris107: H grins.
Amalric: "Cant have these darkness chaps wandering around being...dark."
Amalric: "Even if he is a good drinking buddy."
Smon: GM: Looking out the window you see the Inn stablehands saddle up Agollos' courser, a second horse for the guard and a pack-pony too.
chris107: H will walk out and up to him
Smon: Agollos mounts up, the guard mounting his steed and the slave getting on the pony.
chris107: "You have a problem with Altanians?"
Smon: Agollos looks down from his horse as Hakeem strides out into the Inn courtyard.
Smon: Agollos sneers, then smiles. "Why yes, as a matter of fact, I do."
chris107: "H draws Bloodletter
chris107: "Come then man of darkness."
Smon: Hakeem sees the bodyguard moves his steed round to flank Hakeem. As Hakeem draws his sword the guard draws sword & shortblade.
chris107: H pulls the shield onto his arm.
Smon: Agollos smiles broadly: "You wish to fight! Excellent! Stableboys, note that I kill this wretch in self defence!"
chris107: (Rey?)
Amalric: Rey slips out of the inn to take on the guard from behind
Smon: The Alryans close on Hakeem... roll init.
Smon: /roll d20+1
Smon rolls 1d20+1 and gets: 8, (+1) = 9
chris107 Rolls 1d20+2x2 and gets:
14 (+2) = 16
7 (+2) = 9
chris107: Rage
Smon: /roll d20+3
Smon rolls 1d20+3 and gets: 4, (+3) = 7
Smon: Rey roll init too
Amalric rolls 1d20+5 and gets: 11, (+5) = 16
Smon: OK, you both win. Hakeem you first then Rey.
chris107 Rolls 1d20+11x2 and gets:
7 (+11) = 18
18 (+11) = 29
Smon: Attacking Agollos?
chris107: hack-hack
chris107: yes
9:32pm 2015-11-19 Eliana Has exited the room
Smon: AC 15, 2 hits.
chris107 rolls 2d8+20 and gets: 3, 7, (+20) = 30
Amalric Rolls 1d20+9x2 and gets:
1 (+9) = 10
3 (+9) = 12
Smon: I have it +9 raging? (+4 STR +2 magic +3 rage)
Smon: 28 dmg?
Amalric: oh wow
chris107: oops sorry
Smon: Agollos snarls as Hakeem's mystic blade gets past his defence, drawing blood. The guard grins as Rey's strikes glance off the heavy steel brigandine beneath his tabard...
Smon: The guard turns on Rey, stabbing down with both blades...
Smon: /roll d8+5x3
Smon Rolls 1d8+5x3 and gets:
3 (+5) = 8
6 (+5) = 11
1 (+5) = 6
Smon: heh
Smon: Rey parries.
chris107:
chris107: Three attacks, the guard is tough
Amalric: (brb)
Smon: Agollos raises his slender-bladed rapier that gleams now with eldritch fire, the tip coated with a black sticky substance that looks rather familiar...
Smon: He strikes down at Hakeem.
chris107: "Poison!"
chris107: hisses H
chris107: AC19
Smon: Sandwiched between the horses, he can Sneak Attack Hakeem on a hit.
Smon: /roll d20+8x2
Smon Rolls 1d20+8x2 and gets:
10 (+8) = 18
19 (+8) = 27
Smon: oops
chris107: sneaky git
Smon: 1 hit. Hakeem takes half damage from piercing, but not from the poison.
Smon: /roll 4d6
Smon rolls 4d6 and gets: 4, 2, 5, 5, = 16
chris107: okay
Smon: /roll d8+4
Smon rolls 1d8+4 and gets: 5, (+4) = 9
Smon: Weapon dmg 25/2 = 12.
Smon: Make CON save.
chris107: 113/125
Smon: /roll 7d6
Smon rolls 7d6 and gets: 4, 4, 4, 1, 3, 3, 1, = 20
chris107 rolls 1d20+9 and gets: 15, (+9) = 24
Smon: You save (DC 15) and so only take 12 more dmg from the poison.
chris107: 101/125HP
Smon: Agollos: "Ah, a tough fellow! Good sport!"
chris107: "Poisoning bastard. I'll have your head for that!"
Smon: The stable hands gawp, then run for the Inn, yelling: "Master! A fight!"
Smon: Your goes H & R
Amalric: me me me me me
chris107: berserk now
chris107 Rolls 1d20+11x3 and gets:
9 (+11) = 20
10 (+11) = 21
8 (+11) = 19
Smon: Laara, Amdor and Alicia come to the door to watch the battle.
chris107 rolls 3d8+27 and gets: 2, 6, 8, (+27) = 43
Smon: Hakeem stabs up at Agollos, piercing his chest. He gasps, badly wounded now.
Smon: Rey?
Amalric: yep
Amalric Rolls 1d20+9x2 and gets:
15 (+9) = 24
10 (+9) = 19
Amalric: more like it
chris107:
Amalric rolls 1d8+5 and gets: 4, (+5) = 9
Amalric rolls 5d6 and gets: 1, 2, 3, 1, 2, = 9
Amalric: crap
Smon: This time Rey's blades strike true. Can SA as the guard is up against Hakeem (so that Agollos could SA Hakeem)
Amalric: does the dagger hit?
chris107:
Amalric rolls 1d4+1 and gets: 2, (+1) = 3
Smon: Would hit horse on 17, guard on 18.
Amalric: 21hp
Smon: The guard attacks Rey:
Smon: /roll d20+5x3
Smon Rolls 1d20+5x3 and gets:
15 (+5) = 20
1 (+5) = 6
12 (+5) = 17
Smon: AC 19 w Alicia's Mage Armour on, 1 hit.
Smon: /roll d8+3
Smon rolls 1d8+3 and gets: 2, (+3) = 5
Smon: 5/2=2 dmg Rey
Smon: Agollos sees this. "Hmmm...." He rears his horse, and bolts for the gate! (withdraw action)
Smon: "Hold them off!" he yells to his guard as he gallops away...
chris107: H chases and strikes at the horse
chris107: furiously and with the thingie
Smon: Horse moved 60', Hakeem 40' speed?
chris107: That allows him advantage
chris107: 40' move
chris107: horses are slow of the mark
chris107: compared to men
Smon: He started last round instead of attacking, taking Withdraw action - rear to distract then flee. Hakeem chases, but the fellow is getting away...
chris107: "bastard!"
Smon: Rey does have a Dash Bonus action ability so could soak an attack from the guard to move 60' and attack Agollos. No Sneak that I can see, though.
chris107: "Where is your honour now?! Chased away like a girl by an Altanian!"
Smon: Actually, no Hakeem can Run, reach Agollos but no attack (80' move), that lets Rey get to him and make 1 sneak attack.
Smon: OK?
chris107: yup
Smon: Doing that Rey?
Amalric: yup
Smon: Rey turns and sprints after Agollos. The guard strikes down at him:
Smon: /roll d20+5
Smon rolls 1d20+5 and gets: 18, (+5) = 23
Smon: hit
Smon: /roll d8+3
Smon rolls 1d8+3 and gets: 8, (+3) = 11
Smon: 11 dmg, can't halve it on your own turn.
Smon: What's your hp tally Rey?
Amalric: eh
Amalric: 48/61
Amalric: ?
Smon: 2+11=13, BUT we never rolled for your level up hp!
Amalric: oh yes
Amalric rolls 1d8+2 and gets: 3, (+2) = 5
Amalric: eh
Amalric: 53/66 then
Smon:
Smon: noted.
Smon: Rey winces, but catches up with Hakeem & Agollos as the horse exits the courtyard gate.
Smon: One chance, one blow...
Amalric rolls 1d20+9 and gets: 4, (+9) = 13
Smon: misses pathetically.
Amalric: ugh
chris107: horsey ac?
chris107: at the horsey yes?
Smon: (On a 15 you'd hit horse, 16+ Agollos). The guard spurs his own steed on, raining steel down at Rey...
Smon: /roll d20+5x3
Smon Rolls 1d20+5x3 and gets:
18 (+5) = 23
2 (+5) = 7
13 (+5) = 18
Smon: AC 19, 1 hit.
Smon: /roll d8+3
Smon rolls 1d8+3 and gets: 3, (+3) = 6
Smon: 6/2=3 dmg Rey.
Amalric: 50/66
chris107: H follows as fst he can. Taking a rock from his pouch to throw if not.
Smon: 3 in 6 Agollos gallops off, provoking opportunity attacks, otherwise withdraw again.
Smon: /roll d6
Smon rolls 1d6 and gets: 4,
Smon: Agollos rears the horse (so no OAs) and clears another 60' off, reaching the main road.
Smon: You following & same again?
Smon: Or Hakeem move 40', drop sword & throw rock?
chris107: 40' then throw
Amalric: can Rey move and attack?
Smon: ok, Hakeem drops Bloodletter, grabs a loose pebble from the road.
Smon: H roll to hit.
chris107: he carries rocks in his pouch
Smon: ok, +8 to hit either way
chris107 rolls 1d20 and gets: 19,
chris107: On the head!
chris107: damage?
Smon: hit, d4+4 dmg, no rage bonus sadly
chris107 rolls 1d4+4 and gets: 4, (+4) = 8
chris107:
Smon: With pouch you can throw 2 rocks though!
Smon: Agollos cries out as the first rock bounces off his pate.
chris107 rolls 1d20+8 and gets: 6, (+8) = 14
chris107: grrr
Smon: AC 15, miss.
Smon: +4 Prof +4 STR
chris107: yup
chris107: H laughs out loud
Smon: Rey soaks a free attack from the bodyguard...
Smon: /roll d20+5
Smon rolls 1d20+5 and gets: 1, (+5) = 6
Smon: misses wildly.
chris107:
Smon: Rey sprints after Agollos, reaches him, can attack but no Sneak...
Smon: 1 strike
chris107: good luck G
Smon: AC 15 horse/16 Agollos
Amalric: sorry just got a cuppa
chris107: Agollos!
Smon: roll
chris107: he can't have many left
Amalric Rolls 1d20+9x2 and gets:
8 (+9) = 17
14 (+9) = 23
Smon: nope
Smon: You only get 1 blow as you Dashed.
chris107: yay
Smon: You hit w rapier, d8+?
Smon: d8+5?
Amalric rolls 1d8+5 and gets: 1, (+5) = 6
chris107:
Smon: Sucks to be you.
Amalric: just a crap night of rolls
Smon: Agollos coughs blood, now at 1 hp.
Smon: The guard comes up behind Rey...
Amalric: can I throw the dagger at him?
Amalric: Agollos
Amalric: ?
Smon: Guard attacks Rey:
Smon: /roll d20+5x3
Smon Rolls 1d20+5x3 and gets:
18 (+5) = 23
4 (+5) = 9
11 (+5) = 16
chris107: H chases and hursl another rock if he may
Amalric: attack the bloody guard!
Smon: (no you used your Bonus Action to Dash & reach Agollos so you can't use it for a bonus attack too, Rey)
Smon: guard hits REy
Amalric: shouldn't all the gels be attacking him? think of the children!
Smon: /roll d8+3
Smon rolls 1d8+3 and gets: 4, (+3) = 7
Smon: 7/2=4 dmg Rey
Amalric: (no fair! these new game systems are rubbish )
Amalric: 46/66
Smon: 1-3 Agollos Gallops off, 4-6 attacks Rey
Smon: /roll d6
Smon rolls 1d6 and gets: 1,
chris107: Not our night
Smon: As Agollos gallops wildly away, Rey gets a final Opportunity Attack - miss this & he's in the trees out of sight & away.
Smon: Can use +1 dagger (thrown I'd guess)
chris107: good luck mate
Smon: AC 15 vs thrown dagger
Smon: or 16 vs rapier
Smon: Rey roll please.
Smon: You there chaps?
chris107: yup
Smon: Guess G got called away - ok Chris you roll for Rey.
chris107: If H can't throw a rock he will retrieve BL then rage at the bodyguard
chris107 rolls 1d20 and gets: 19,
Smon:
chris107:
chris107: Yay
Smon: Pity Graham missed the kill...
chris107: d4+1
chris107 rolls 1d4 and gets: 1,
chris107: =2
chris107: just enough
Smon: The dagger takes Agollos in the back (actually d4+6) for 7 dmg, he cries and topples from the galloping steed, crashing to the ground.
Amalric: I should do that more often!
chris107:
Amalric: (bloomin wife and eldest arguing over nothing, yeesh)
Smon: Hakeem can reach the unfortunate guard and attack?
chris107: yes please
Smon: ok, 3 attacks!
chris107 Rolls 1d20+11x2 and gets:
7 (+11) = 18
9 (+11) = 20
chris107 rolls 2d8+18 and gets: 6, 7, (+18) = 31
Amalric: ah you've done a roll for me with your results, now you're getting my results for your rolls
Smon: AC 18 to hit guard, so good enough - 31 dmg.
Smon: Berserk attack too?
chris107: if he still can?
chris107 rolls 1d20+11 and gets: 1, (+11) = 12
chris107:
Smon: I guess you had to re-enter rage this round as there was 1 round you didn't attack, yu.
Smon: yup. So no berserk.
chris107: NP
Smon: The guard gallops away, giving you each 1 opportunity attack vs AC 18.
chris107: reckless
Smon: you can't, not your turn
chris107: ?
chris107: okay
chris107 rolls 1d20+11 and gets: 17, (+11) = 28
Smon: hit
Amalric rolls 1d20+9 and gets: 17, (+9) = 26
Smon: hit
chris107 rolls 1d8+9 and gets: 7, (+9) = 16
Amalric: yay!
Amalric rolls 1d8+5 and gets: 8, (+5) = 13
Amalric: BING!
Smon: (Reckless "when you make your first attack on your turn...")
chris107: Nice
Smon: You stab the wretch for 29 dmg, he's dead before he hits the ground.
chris107: Yay!
chris107: Let's grab the wretch who was trying to escape
Amalric: "And the world shines a little brighter..."
Smon: The mortally wounded Agollos lies on the pebbled road, coughing out his lifesblood and glaring up at you.
chris107: see if he lives
Amalric: better not let him curse us
chris107: Can we keep him alive?
Smon: Agollos: "Scum! The Black Sun will take you all!"
Smon: Not without healing magic.
Amalric: "Sorry old chap, cant have bad sorts like you spoiling life for us good 'uns, what?"
chris107: H shrugs
chris107: kill him
Amalric: Rey stabs him though the heart
Smon: "*cough* *cough* ~die~
chris107:
Smon: He might have already been dead when Rey stabbed him.
Smon: OK stopping there, next game Sunday 7pm w Kjato.
Amalric: better to make sure
Amalric: what loot does he have?
Smon: Rey can take the magic rapier.
chris107: Kewl. Thanks for the game
Amalric: magic rapier?!??!?!?!??
chris107: magical rapier!
Amalric: *weeps with joy*
Smon: +1 rapier, 2 doses poison left on it: DC 15 CON save or 7d6 dmg, half if save.
chris107: Nice one G!
Amalric: can I top up the poison myself?
chris107:
Smon: It's good up here in the north where they make proper swords!
Smon: If you can make more.
Amalric: LOL indeed!
Amalric: means both my attacks are +10, which is nice
chris107:
Smon: Agollos' scabbard keeps the poison fresh until use.
Smon: Smon: It's good up here in the north where they make proper swords! Smon: If you can make more
Amalric: what else has he got?
Smon: I'll just roll now...
chris107: and the guard. We will keep the horses
Amalric: oooh! NEW SLAVE!!!
Smon: Only 39gp in his pouch, bad luck.
Smon: Guess he wasn't really a noble.
Smon: Guard had 18 silver!
Amalric: down on his luck?
chris107: mmmm I've heard that before
Smon:
Amalric: maybe he'd spent it all whoring and drinking - like any good man
Amalric: and LOL Chris
chris107:
chris107: Sunday at 7 then?
Amalric: whats his slave called?
Amalric: and maybe i'll play Sunday to make up for another late showing
Smon: Rey strides back to the courtyard, demands the girl's name. "M-Mela, master."
chris107:
Smon: Need to find a dark haired slave girl pic now.
Amalric: "You'll do. New master now, and I promise you I'll be much kinder."
Amalric: (hard life Simon!)
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