XP Award
100+590+200+300=1190 each Hakeem & Thuruar
XP
Hakeem, Barbarian LEVEL 10 XP 1190+83314=84504/85000
Thuruar, Cleric LEVEL 9 XP 1190+52120=53310/64000
Rey, Rogue LEVEL 9 XP 61488/64000
7:03pm 2015-12-13 Smon Has entered the room
7:03pm 2015-12-13 chris107 Has entered the room
chris107: Hi Simon
Smon: Hi chris
7:06pm 2015-12-13 chris107 Has entered the room
Smon: Hello again
chris107: Blinking interwebs
7:07pm 2015-12-13 Kjato Ragfoot Has entered the room
Kjato Ragfoot: Hello!
chris107: Hi Kjato
Smon: Hi Kjato!
chris107: H wants to get the horrid breastplate off his hands
Kjato Ragfoot: Thuruar wants that horrid wound of his arm.
chris107: quite right.
chris107: Simon. I didn't quite figure out where we ended up?
Kjato Ragfoot: Basically in some kind of sorcerors conclave?
Smon: >>Smon: You approach the ancient palace-fortress; a horn blows from the watchers on the walls high above. Smon: Feani whispers: "The mages of Karak who dwell here are friendly... One thing. Do not reveal you are a Priest, Fr Thuruar - they believe all Clerical magic is the work of Demons..." Smon: You draw up before the high double gates. Feani calls up: "Feani of Onhir, with travellers - we have come far, Panti Chakar! Please let us in!" chris107: Has Thur started growing thick dark hair yet? Kjato Ragfoot: He always had thick dark hair. You just could not see it due to the helmet. chris107: hehe chris107: here he is Smon: Feani whispers: "Panti Chakar is the wizard who commands the defences... the head of the Conclave is Dasmela Evli." Smon: After a short time the gates open; a colourfully garbed and turbaned brown-skinned man beckons you in, smiling: "Welcome! Come in! How was the journey?" Smon: Feani: "There was a battle - my friends have slain many of the Gungli Ma." Smon: The man smiles broadly. "Excellent news! I am Panti Chakar, and who might you be, noble travellers?" Smon: (will stop in a couple mins) chris107: "Hakeem Greywolf." Smon: "Greywolf! An Altanian! Excellent!" Kjato Ragfoot: Thuruar. Smon: "Thuruar? Excellent!" Smon: /roll d6 Smon rolls 1d6 and gets: 5, Smon: "Come on in, all of you! Bathe and wash your wounds before dinner!" chris107: "Thankyou!"<<
chris107: Let me see if I can find it on the map
Smon: GM: Entering the courtyard of the Hall of the Laer you dismount, servants lead away your horses and Panti Chakar escorts you to a washroom where dusky maids wash you and clean your wounds.
Smon: (It's not even on the GM's map! It's hex 2610 Altanis FWIW)
chris107: (That's why I couldn't find it! )
Smon: The palace is clearly ancient, with seemingly endless pillared halls and winding passages. Feani explains that this Conclave of wizards and their retinue are exiles from far-off Karak, where they are hunted for their beliefs - that wizardry is the only way to reach the gods and Clerical magic is demonic in nature.
chris107: mmmmm
Smon: Once this fortress palace was the dwelling of the Hanuman-worshipping Crazed Cultists of Gungli Ma, but the Karakan wizards allied with the Dwarves of Chacban to drive them out.
Kjato Ragfoot: So, they are probably not liking Thuruar to much?
Smon: Feani told Thuruar not to reveal his Clerical nature.
chris107: Perhaps they can tell us more of the cult?
chris107: And the wounds/armour we have?
Smon: Thuruar's bite is itching.
Smon: You can take a Short Rest & spend HD.
chris107: Okay
Smon: Hakeem is down 20, Thuruar down 48(!)
chris107: 2 dice
Kjato Ragfoot: No. I healed myself after the fight.
Smon: ok
chris107 rolls 2d12+10 and gets: 7, 5, (+10) = 22
chris107: back to full
Smon: Hakeem feels fine.
chris107: and recover 1 berserk
Kjato Ragfoot: 42/66 hp
7:20pm 2015-12-13 Rinrevnik Has entered the room
chris107: Hi Rin
Kjato Ragfoot: Oh. Wait. That is still 24 down.-
Rinrevnik: Mind if i lurk?
chris107: no problem from me. Simon's game
Rinrevnik: Greetings Chris, group
Smon: After getting washed and dressed you are all escorted to the castle's main hall, where ten robed wizards (both male & female) sit at the high table, warriors and servants below. Dinner is about to be served.
Smon: Hi Rin, yes you can lurk no prob :)]
chris107: H remains quiet. Uncomfortable around wizards
chris107: (Too many bad memories of Oriax)
Smon: Feani leads you all towards the high table, and bows to an elderly woman in the highest chair. "Milady Dasmela Evi, greetings from Prince Cuchulainn of Onhir."
Kjato Ragfoot: Thuruar is rather awkward around people who hate clerics.
chris107: hehe
Smon: The wizardess nods and smiles slightly. "Greetings. I hear you dispatched some of those cursed Ape cultists? Well done!"
chris107: Are these fellows familier with Oriax?
Smon: (you could ask?)
chris107: "They were nasty brutes. One bit my friend here."
chris107: he waves in Thur's direction.
Smon: A shudder runs through the throng at Hakeem's words. Feani blanches.
Smon: Dasmela: "Is this true?!"
Kjato Ragfoot: Yeah. Left a horrible dent in my armour, will have to fix that.
chris107: "Is that bad?" he looks at his own little scratches expecting to see black hairs sprouting...
Kjato Ragfoot: Luckily, they did not draw blood.
Smon: heh. Make a bluff check Thuruar (+prof)
Kjato Ragfoot rolls 1d20+4 and gets: 8, (+4) = 12
Kjato Ragfoot: (plus whatever attribute bonus)
Smon: The wizards relax a little. Dasmela: "Had they drawn blood, you would be doomed! Nothing for it but a swift death!"
chris107: Cripes!
chris107:
Kjato Ragfoot: Oh? What happens to those who get bitten by those cultists?
chris107: H bites his foolish tongue
Smon: A fat and jolly fellow wizard nods too. "Had you not the courage to slay yourself, we would have had to dispatch you forthwith!"
Smon: Feani: "It is indeed fortunate... Have you news of Chacban, milady?"
chris107: How could a simple wound be so destructive?
Smon: Dasmela: "The curse of Hanuman, Altanian!" She turns to Feani: "All is well with the dwarves, though they chafe at the Nerathi's export tax as usual. A great scarred leopard has taken up residence in the Serpent Villa north of the Laer Bridge, deterring dwarven adventurers who sought to explore the crypts beneath. Otherwise all is peaceful."
Smon: Dasmela: "Now, let us eat. Be welcome." She gestures to some empty places at a low table, amongst the servants and guards. Amdor coughs. "Milady..."
chris107: H is happy to slip down to low table. Away from the nobby wizards
Smon: "...I don't believe we have been introduced. I am Amdor the Mighty, Archmage of the Ghinarian Hills. With my trusty companions I am set upon a great quest..."
Kjato Ragfoot: (Oh. That must be paradise for Amdor)
chris107: H looks sideways at this...
Smon: "...To close the Gate-Portal of the Black Sun!" (gasps from the wizards)
chris107: (Is the Serpent Villa marked on the map?)
Smon: (no) "...And thus to defeat the Zombie hordes of Neo-Nerath that threaten our fair land! I greet thee."
chris107: brb 2 mins, need to fetch more logs in for the fire
Smon: Amdor CHA check:
Smon: /roll d20
Smon rolls 1d20 and gets: 15,
Kjato Ragfoot: Without his powerful magics, I would doubt such an endevour, but he utterly convinced me of the feasibility of this quest.
Smon: Dasmela looks puzzled. "An Archmage? Strange, I thought I knew every great Wizard in Altanis." She turns to Thuruar and nods. "I see."
Smon: Amdor: "Aye, I am far travelled."
chris107: back
chris107: good old Amdor
Smon: The fat & jolly wizard nods & smiles. "Welcome, oh great one! I am Ayahtani Kuturbani. Please, sit at High Table with us. We have much to learn from thee..."
Smon: An extra chair is brought for Amdor to sit among the Wizards, while the rest of you have benches with the commoners.
Smon: Alicia: "Should I tell them I can... and he can't... Oh, what's the point."
Kjato Ragfoot: Oh, come on. For their pompousness, they deserve each other.
chris107: "Alicia, you say he is not a mighty wizard?"
Smon: You dine modestly on rice, peas and water, while high above Amdor feasts on calves' hearts, roast songbirds and the finest nectar wine.
chris107: (Kjato - you are right of course. Hakeem makes a mental note )
Smon: Alicia glares at Hakeem. "Have YOU ever seen him cast a spell? Or do ANYTHING?"
Smon: Feani glances up at High Table. "Well, he seems to be keeping them entertained..."
chris107: H looks sheepish... "Well... no. But he said....." He finishes weakly
Kjato Ragfoot: Oh, Amdor is a fine guy, former wizard apprentice or not. Who knows, he actually might know a cantrip or something like that. But he definitely is funny to have around and can often help out with historical lore.
Smon: Amdor's voice reaches you. "There in the Lichway, I faced my sternest test... the Black Armies of Neo-Nerath! And the lovely yet treacherous Black Odo..."
chris107: H catches the whiff of BS.
chris107: We should press on when we may.
Smon: "...Of course I could not release my mightiest Magicks, lest I collapse the crumbling foundations of the ancient sepulchre! Battle we did, through the Blue-Skinned Svart hordes, a hundred strong and more..."
chris107: Princesses to rescue and necromancers to slay.
Smon: Laara toys with her peas, nods to Hakeem. "Aye."
7:45pm 2015-12-13 Rinrevnik Has exited the room
Kjato Ragfoot: Yes. We should get up early tomorrow, and leave as soon as possible to the dwarven stronghol.
Kjato Ragfoot: THey will probably be interested in that bronze armour as well.
Smon: GM: After dinner you retire to bed; Amdor is given a Wizards' chamber befitting his station while the rest of you have spartan but clean quarters.
chris107: good thinking
Smon: /roll d6
Smon rolls 1d6 and gets: 6,
Kjato Ragfoot: (Are those single quarters?=
Kjato Ragfoot: (Because if they are, Thuruar is going to cast some Cure Spells before going to sleep)
7:47pm 2015-12-13 Rinrevnik Has entered the room
Smon: Thuruar Rey & Hakeem get one room, Laara Feani & Alicia a second.
Smon: So Thuruar can cast.
Kjato Ragfoot rolls 2d8+5 and gets: 7, 8, (+5) = 20
chris107: nice rolls Kjato
Smon: /roll d20
Smon rolls 1d20 and gets: 9,
Smon: /roll d20
Smon rolls 1d20 and gets: 19,
Kjato Ragfoot: I leave some wounds remaining, otherwise it would seem suspicious that I healed that quickly.
Smon: Next morning you are woken by a commotion, and screams: "Assassin!"
chris107: H reaches for Bloodletter
Smon: The door to your chamber bursts open...
Smon: In strides the wizard Panti Chakar, who met you at the gate.
chris107: His Barbarian senses alert
Smon: He sees the three of you, Hakeem already up and wielding his sword.
Smon: Panti: "Amdor the Mighty! Murdered in the night!"
chris107: "Assassins? Where?"
chris107: "Amdor murdered?!"
Smon: "Come, see for yourselves..."
chris107: "What has happened?"
Kjato Ragfoot: Who would do such a thing?
Kjato Ragfoot: The Black Sun must have infiltrated this place!
Smon: He turns, beckoning you to follow. Upstairs you are met at the door to Amdor's room by a bleary-eyed Alicia, Laara & Feani, her sword drawn.
chris107: H goes with him to find out what has happened to the olfd goat.
Smon: Inside the lavishly appointed chamber, Amdor's body sprawls on a four-poster bed, staring up into space. His throat is slit from ear to ear, and there is a slight discoloration about the wound.
chris107: "Poison!"
Smon: Rey: "The same poison on the rapier I took..."
chris107: H's tracking skills find any evidence of footprints etc?
chris107 rolls 1d20 and gets: 16,
Smon: Alicia: "I guess someone knows we're here?"
Smon: DC 20.
Kjato Ragfoot: Well, Amdor pronounced our intention rather loudly yesterday.
Smon: 16+4 Prof -1 Wis = 19, +2 Altanian bonus = 21, pass
chris107: +4 prof +2 skill bonus
Smon: It looks to Hakeem as if someone entered the room, crept over the lush carpet to the bed, slit Amdor's throat then withdrew the same way.
chris107: Through a window?
Smon: Probably not; the window seems undisturbed.
Smon: Panti Chakar: "They knew they could not face the Great Mage in open battle - so they sent Assassins to kill him as he slept!"
chris107: "How does an assassin get past a whole bunch of powerful wizards?"
Kjato Ragfoot: By acting as their servant.
Smon: Panti's face darkens.
Smon: He nods to Thuruar. "The servants shall be searched immediately!"
Smon: You are escorted back to your rooms and asked to remain there.
chris107: "Bah! We shoukld be helping to search for the Nerathi scum who murdered our friend."
Kjato Ragfoot: Well, once we are in the solitude of our room, Thuruar will finally prepare "Greater Restoration" and afterwards cast it on himself to get rid of that curse/disease/poison from the cultists.
Kjato Ragfoot: Hakeem, for them, we are suspects as well. Mere warriors, servants of the great mage Amdor.
chris107: H is not happy but bites his tongue for now
chris107: He sharpens Bloodletter imagining how it will slice through Oriax's scrawny neck
Smon: Thuruar quietly heals himself, the itching from his wound fades. Two hours later (ca 9am) Panti returns, even more grim-faced. "A servant, Darshit, is missing... And his wife says he had been acting strangely of late. Distant... We have sent out guards to search the countryside and the paths."
Smon: Panti: "The Elf Feani says you wish to be going soon, but I must ask you to remain until investigations are concluded."
chris107: "Bah! We have no time for this!"
Smon: Panti: "Dasmela has given instruction that the Great Mage is to be cremated tonight atop our highest spire. Thus we honour him. You will stay for the ceremony."
Smon: brb tea
chris107:
Kjato Ragfoot: Poor Amdor. He always wanted to go out in a blaze of glory, but he probably imagined it differently.
chris107: Yeah, I liked old Amdor
chris107: another foul crime to add to the list
Kjato Ragfoot: (And with the wizards burning his body, I cannot even resurrect them)
chris107: (Ah gosh yes!)
Smon: Maids bring you some food, and the long hours pass...
chris107: Hakeem is really, really starting to dislike Wizards
Smon: The sun is setting when Panti Chakar returns again, this time with Alicia, Feani & Laara in tow.
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Kjato Ragfoot: (Question: Could Thuruar have prepared a Divination spell as well? In that case he would have asked the question "where is Darathi at this moment")
Smon: Panti: "The guards have found Darshit's body, in a shallow grave in the trees, just past the rice fields..."
Kjato Ragfoot: Oh. Wow.
chris107: mmmmm
Kjato Ragfoot: He must have been mind controlled.
8:09pm 2015-12-13 Rinrevnik Has exited the room
Kjato Ragfoot: (Or replaced by a doppelganger)
chris107: H makes the sign to ward off evil
Smon: Panti: "He has been dead for some time... about three weeks, they think. A doppleganger seems possible."
Smon: Panti: "Please come with me. The Wizards wish to speak with you."
Kjato Ragfoot: Sure. We do not want to keep them waiting.
Smon: You are escorted back into the Hall, Panti takes his place among the ten Wizards of Laer.
Smon: They are now clad in black mourning robes. Dasmela Evi speaks: "The accursed dogs of Neo-Nerath have struck down a guest in our very home! This is an act of war!"
chris107: H nods his approval
chris107: he wasn't expecting this warlike stance from the wizards.
Smon: Dasmela: "We have consulted, and we wish to carry forward the great Amdor's quest, to close the Gate of the Black Sun and restore Balance to the Lands of Altanis. But none of us is an Archmage, nor were we privy to the dread secrets that Amdor carried to his grave."
chris107: hehe
Smon: "We have brought you here to ask, did Amdor give any inkling of how he intended to close the Gate? His notes and mage-book must have been stolen by the Assassin..."
chris107:
chris107: Hakeem hasn't actually thought about how we were going to shut the gate
Smon: Laara: "Well, I... ~oof~" - Feani digs her in the ribs, whispering: "~Have a care. The Conclave are liberal in their view of what constitutes demoncraft.~"
chris107: he just assumed he would kill Morthor and move on.
Kjato Ragfoot: Amdor only hinted closing the portal itself would be rather easy, the problem was to dispel the seals that protect it.
Smon: Laara whispers to Hakeem: "~I think I can close the Gate... But Feani says not to tell these Wizards.~"
chris107: H whispers back "Probably for the best."
Smon: Panti Chakar: "I am skilled at the Dispelling on incantations. I would be honoured to join your quest!"
chris107: (prob not a good idea with Thur?)
Smon: Feani glances at Thuruar, frowns. Alicia: "Eh, I don't think we really need..."
Smon: Alicia sighs, steps forwards and looks up at the Conclave, chest out and shoulders back. "I am Alicia Scarnetti... also a Wizard. I will close the Gate... for Amdor."
Smon: /roll d20
Smon rolls 1d20 and gets: 12,
Kjato Ragfoot: We cannot risk the life of another powerful wizard on our journey. The Black Sun might try to take this whole order down one by one, you will be needed here.
Smon: Dasmela nods to Thuruar: "You make a good point... Alicia, why did you not tell us? And why are you clad in a loincloth like a common slave girl?"
Smon: Alicia locks eyes with Dasmela. "In order, milady, that I not get my throat cut in my sleep."
chris107: ouch
Smon: Dasmela: "I see... Well if you do not need another wizard, is there yet some assistance we can provide?"
chris107: hehe that sounds a good idea
Smon: Alicia: "Magic items would be fine..."
chris107: "Any protection you can give us would be much appreciated.
Kjato Ragfoot: Yes, anything that protects against the vile magic of the Black Sun's priest would be most welcome.
Smon: "You may have our most powerful scroll-spells!"
chris107: "And something to protect us from their mind influencing enchantments would be welcome."
Smon: Panti Chakar brings in a plush scarlet cushion on which sit several rolled scrolls: "From our treasury... The spell scrolls of the 3rd & 4th Circle." GM - Level 3: Phantom Steed (PHB 265), Lightning Bolt (PHB 255), Protection from Energy (PHB 270), Vampiric Touch (PHB 285) Level 4: Wall of Fire (PHB 285), Locate Creature (PHB 256), Private Sanctum (PHB 262)."
chris107: H can only think about fire lighters
Kjato Ragfoot: Well, Alicia is our expert on the topic after the demise of Amdor.
Smon: Panti: "If you require scrolls of the lower ranks, we have... " GM:Level 1: Alarm (PHB 211), Witch Bolt (PHB 289), Expeditious Retreat (PHB 238), Comprehend Languages (PHB 224), Illusory Script (PHB 252), Ray of Sickness (PHB 271), Mage Armor (PHB 256), Fog Cloud (PHB 243) Level 2: Blindness/Deafness (PHB 219), Spider Climb (PHB 277), Scorching Ray (PHB 273), Detect Thoughts (PHB 231)
chris107: Wow. If any of us played a wizard...
Smon: Alicia: "Hmm... All of those may prove useful in our quest. Thank you."
chris107: "Aye thanks for your aid."
Smon: Dasmela: "The hour grows late... Now we will burn Amdor's body in the ancient rites. After that you are welcome to stay another night."
chris107: "Thank you."
Kjato Ragfoot: Thanks indeed.
chris107: "Let us give friend Amdor a fit farewell."
Smon: GM: That night atop the highest tower, Amdor's body is burned with great ceremony as a choir chants our prayers to the ancient Karakhan gods.
chris107: "Then do war upon Neo-Nerath."
Smon: Dasmela watches as the flames rise, sparks flying up to the heavens on the stiff breeze. "The great one's soul rises to join with the gods."
chris107: H nods appreciatively
Smon: After the funeral Dasmela has guards placed on your rooms.
Smon: 28/4/4446 The night passes peacefully; next day rested and refreshed you are ready to depart.
Smon: Alicia's saddle bags are now bulging with every single spell-scroll the Conclave had to offer.
chris107: OOC - Now we just have a princess to rescue from the dwarves
Smon: Dasmela: "Farewell my friends. Avenge the Great One, and strike down the Black Sun!"
chris107: "We will indeed!"
Kjato Ragfoot: We will.
Smon: You ride out through the gate, over a drawbridge, and through paddy fields, Feani leading you on a westward trail back into the Laer hills.
chris107: H stays close to Laara
chris107: making sure she is safe
Kjato Ragfoot: Hopefully, not any more of those cultists.
Smon: Soon the trail descends into open meadowlands dotted with trees. To the southwest (left) stretches off a dismal marsh, while occasionally to the north/right you glimpse a glittering river, which Feani terms the Rillcut stream.
Smon: Feani: "At night zombies and lacedons roam here in numbers... said to be commanded by an insane mummy-lich of ancient Altanis. But by day we need only fear the ebony statues..."
chris107: Cripes
chris107: "What can you tell us of the ebony statues?"
Kjato Ragfoot: Ebony statues do not sound that dangerous, unless you run into them drunkenly?
chris107:
Smon: /roll d6
Smon rolls 1d6 and gets: 6,
Smon: Feani points ahead. "Looks like them..."
Smon:
chris107: Your 6's are legendry!
Smon: I roll a 6 at least half the time.
Kjato Ragfoot: We should not have drunk that many toasts on Amdor yesterday evening after all...
Smon: /roll 4d6
Smon rolls 4d6 and gets: 4, 1, 2, 6, = 13
Smon: 130' ahead down the trail you see two 10' tall ebon statues, exquisitely carved in manlike form.
chris107: What do we know of them?
Kjato Ragfoot: And can we prevent fighting them?
Smon: Feani rears in her horse. "I know they cannot be fought - but they can be outrun! We must flee!"
chris107: Grrrr!
chris107: But H goes along
Smon: As if seeing Feani has spotted them, the unmoving statues suddenly animate, great heads turning in your direction.
Smon: Are you fleeing them?
Kjato Ragfoot: Yes. There is no point fighting something that cannot be fought.
chris107: Regretably yes
Smon: GM: You gallop away from them, they take a step towards you but do not pursue as you swiftly pass out of sight into the trees.
Smon: Feani leads you in a wide arc south, towards the swamp to your south.
Smon: /roll d6
Smon rolls 1d6 and gets: 3,
Smon: Amazingly, no swamp critters attack you! An hour or so later you rejoin the path well west of where you spotted the Statues.
Smon: /roll d6
Smon rolls 1d6 and gets: 1,
Smon: That afternoon you see a thin smoke trail ahead - a cooking fire perhaps, rising from a sturdy stone tower that sits on the far side of a broad waterway spanned by a stone bridge. Your trail winds down towards the bridge, where two armoured dwarves stand sentry, spear penants fluttering in the breeze.
Smon: Feani: "This bridge marks the border of Chacban territory."
chris107: Kjato? Do you want to take the lead?
Kjato Ragfoot: Very well.
chris107: H will likely be a bit...blunt.
Kjato Ragfoot: Good evening over there! May we enter the realm of Chacban?
Smon: The dwarves wear dark plate armour, decorated with gold emblazure.
Smon: You ride down to the bridge, the dwarves move onto the bridge to meet you. "State your name and business here, stranger."
Smon: Feani: "I am Feani of Onhir, known to the dwarves of Chacban as a friend. Prince Cuchulainn sends greetings to the noble lords of the mountain."
Kjato Ragfoot: Thuruar from the Altanian plains, cleric of Athena.
chris107: "Hakeem Greywolf."
Smon: "And your business?"
Kjato Ragfoot: We simply want to pass through on our eastward.
chris107: H almost blurts it out but doesn't
Smon: "You are a long way from the Halafic road, here. You came from Anatal?" Feani nods.
Smon: Feani whispers to Thuruar: "If you have a gift..."
Kjato Ragfoot: Oh. Sure.
Kjato Ragfoot: (What kind of gifts do dwarves like?)
chris107: (Gold ones?)
Smon: Feani: "We - we wish to avoid Halafic, noble dwarves. There is much turmoil there, that cost the life of my mentor the great Rythalin." The dwarves nod.
Smon: Alicia whispers: "Gold sounds right..."
chris107: Hakeem looks miserably at his wafer thin purse.
Kjato Ragfoot: We simply give them the coins we took from the cultists?
chris107: yeah
Kjato Ragfoot: All right. Thuruar will hand the dwarves 35 gold coins, for keeping us safe from those undead on the other side of the river.
Smon: GM: You hand over the 35gp you took from the cultists. "Cheers... ah, the ghouls rarely come this far west. "
Smon: "You have a little over seven leagues to Chacban - good dwarf road; hurry and you'll be there tonight!"
Smon: The dwarves wave you past, over the bridge.
Kjato Ragfoot: That is good to hear!
chris107: Then let's press on
Kjato Ragfoot: Yep.
Smon: Beyond the bridge you can see the first sight of distant Chacban mountain, silhouetted against the western sky.
Smon: Lush jungle lands stretch off to north and south though the terrain ahead is mostly clear, broken by low hills to the south west that stretch off towards the great mountain.
Smon: /roll d6
Smon rolls 1d6 and gets: 4,
Kjato Ragfoot: (For some strange reason, no horrible beasts or dwarven brigands descend upon us)
chris107: (Makes a change )
Smon: You make good time, the mountain growing ever larger ahead. Here and there you begin to see signs of habitation - mine workings, distant chimney-smokes, herds of sheep watched by squat dwarf shepherdesses toting heavy crossbows... That evening you reach a stone path running up the mountain towards the city gates.
Smon: Ahead of you the road is thronged with dwarven miners, singing merrily as they return from their day's work - "Hey ho, hey ho, tis back from work we go..."
chris107: They are mean looking sheperdesses
Smon: Above you you see lights glitter on the mountainside from the many spires that rise from the bedrock.
Kjato Ragfoot: (They are probably devout worshippers of Artemis)
Smon: Feani: "Are we seeking an audience with their king?"
chris107: "I we must find out his views on kidnapping elven royalty."
Smon: Eventually you reach the city gate. Feani speaks with the guards, and an escort is summoned. Your horses are taken and you are brought into the city...
Kjato Ragfoot: We definitely have to speak with the king to inform him of our quest and the lost princess.
Kjato Ragfoot: But perhaps we should speak with that scout friend of yours first, perhaps he can give some information and it would be better to keep him on our good side.
Smon: Through numerous halls and up broad flights of granite steps you are escorted by ten heavily armoured dwarven guards.
Smon: At last to a throne room, thronged with two dozen members of the dwarven royal court. At the far end a dwarf sits upon a golden throne. The herald announces: "Kneel before his Majesty, Frandal the Hammer, King of Chacban!"
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chris107: H bows deeply
Kjato Ragfoot: Let's do as asked.
chris107: "Mighty king."
Smon: Feani steps forward and kneels before the dwarven monarch, who regards her thoughtfully. "Feani of Onhir your Majesty. Prince Cuchulainn sends friendly greetings."
Smon: Laara and Alicia follow suit in kneeling, likewise.
Smon: Are Thuruar & Hakeem kneeling or bowing?
Kjato Ragfoot: Kneeling, as asked.
chris107: H bows
Smon: Frandal chuckles slightly, nods to Feani. "King Frandal sends friendly greetings in turn."
Smon: He turns to Hakeem. "You are Captain here?"
chris107: "I am Hakeem Greywolf." he says simply.
Smon: Frandal nods. "By your companions, you have excellent taste in womenfolk."
Smon: Rey coughs.
chris107: (Nice helm and hammer by the way)
Smon: Frandal eyes Thuruar. "A priest of Athena, if I'm not mistaken. Welcome. "
Kjato Ragfoot: You are right your majesty. Thanks for the kind welcome.
Smon: Feani: "Your majesty, my companions are on a long journey. North... Is your servant Daximus Shadowborne in residence? I know he knows those lands..."
Smon: Frandal nods to Thuruar, and indicates a sturdy dwarf matron to his right in priestly garb. "This is Hanil, priestess of Rosmerta - some say your Athena is an Aspect or Avatar of hers..."
Smon: The priestess nods to Thuruar. The king turns back to Feani. "Aye, though he has been a little distracted of late. Since he returned with his prize from... the Gate Castle of the Black Sun."
Smon: Laara gasps.
Smon: Feani blinks. "W-what?"
chris107:
chris107: (I wonder what his 'prize' was?)
Smon: Frandal chuckles. "Come, eat with me! We will talk of it over dinner, and meet with Daximus."
Smon: The dwarf king rises, as does the rest of the court, and you are taken down to the feasting hall below, where Frandal offers Feani, Hakeem & Thuruar a seat at his table.
chris107: nice
chris107: hopefully something with meat
Smon: Human slave girls bring platters of meat and great tankards of ale. You are just eating a light appetiser of whole roast pig stuffed with turkey (finally, Hakeem chow!) when...
chris107: YAY!
chris107: Pig & Ale!
Smon: A dark-clad tattooed dwarf enters the hall, accompanied by a beautiful nude elfin maid, a silver collar about her neck - Princess Valadai & the dwarf scout Daximus Shadowborne.
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chris107: (So much for the King not knowing)
Smon: The King waves Daximus over, the elf princess close by.
Kjato Ragfoot: I assume they do not know the new slave is the princess.
Smon: Frandal: "Daximus! Our friends here are heading north, to the realm of the Black Sun. I'm sure you have much to tell them..."
Smon: Daximus eyes you all, gaze settling on the elf scout. "Feani. Long time no see."
Smon: Feani regards him icily. "Daximus."
Smon: ooc Good time to stop if you have a 10pm game?
chris107: Good for me. Kjato can take it from here better than me anyway. H would end up chopping off heads
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