XP
Hakeem, Barbarian LEVEL 15>16 XP 7500+193863=201363/195,000>225,000
Thuruar, Cleric LEVEL 14 XP 149786/165,000
Shieldbiter, Dragonborn Barbarian LEVEL 13 XP 126758/140,000
Reach Ractuan.
Hakeem forges Blood Kinship with Laurana the amazon.
Hakeem kills undead purple worm and rescues Laurana from its gullet.
Hakeem and Laurana rewarded with boots of striding & springing.
7:58pm 2016-9-07 Smon Has entered the room
8:00pm 2016-9-07 chris107 Has entered the room
chris107: Hey Simon.
chris107: Will just top up the vino
Smon: Heya chris
Smon: Thought we could play for an hour or so tonight, maybe get you to level 16?
chris107: That would be cool. Got the Gnomes to save afterall
chris107: 1 min, just get wine
Smon: ok ready
Smon: >>Smon: 300gp of diamond are consumed in golden light as Goldmane's mortal wounds mend, and his amber eyes blink open. He looks up at Thuruar. "Meep?" chris107: "HURAH!" Smon: Laurana's face fills with joy, and she hugs the great beast. Smon: "I... I will not forget this, Priest Thuruar. Thank you."<<
chris107: ready
chris107: "Laurana, Thuruar, Shielbiter! We must make haste!2
Smon: GM: Laurana & Hakeem remount the wounded griffon, Shieldbiter & Thuruar on the wyvern. Full dusk has fallen by the time you reach the mountain-cleft fortress town of Ractuan and are greeted by a group of gnome dignatories at the main gate.
Smon: You recognise Naran the Druid https://holiviantales.files.wordpress.com/2015/03/gnome10.png?w=470 one of the emissaries who recently came to Thusia.
chris107: "Has your emmisery warned you?"
chris107: Cool
Smon: Naran: "Greetings my friends! Let me introduce King Drudil and Queen Freia".
Smon: The gnome monarchs nod cordially.
chris107: "Your majesties."
Smon: Laurana: "Your majesties..." she drops to her knee, bowing before the dimunitive royals.
chris107: "An honour."
Smon: Thuruar kneels too, pulling Shieldbiter down beside him.
Smon: Does Hakeem kneel, bow, nod... ?
chris107: "Naran has warned you of your danger?"
chris107: He will nod respectfuly
Smon: Drudil: "Chief Hakeem! So good to see you!" pipes the king. "Yes, Naran brought word yesterday morn."
Smon: "Our scouts are searching the lower tunnels now, for signs of introgression."
chris107: "Priest Thuruar should be able to detect the foul creatures approach. We have little time to loose."
Smon: "Please, join us for dinner ...mind your head."
Smon: The gnomes escort you into the heavily fortified burrows, Hakeem & Shieldbiter bent alsmost double.
chris107: Hakeem shrugs and whispers to Thur to do his stuff. Keeping Bloodletter close to hand.
chris107: (And his new dirk)
Smon: After washing you are escorted to a good sized oblong hall, seated at the high table with a dozen gnome dignatories and a very battered looking steel man you recognise as the Warforged Bulwark of Madcat Mountain. One of his eyes appears missing and there is a huge rent in his armoured skull.
Smon: Bulwark: "HAIL, CHIEF HAKEEM! GOOD TO SEE YOU."
chris107: "Warforged Bulwark?! Are you well?Q"
Smon: His steel face somehow breaks into a smile,
chris107:
chris107: Hakeem has great respect for Lord Bulwark
Smon: Bulwark shrugs. "The battle with the Nerathi Army was hard - a zombie ogre's halberd smote my pate..."
chris107: "We shall reap terrible vengence when our time comes."
Smon: "But the alert we received from the Seawolf Druid allowed us to set an ambush and defeat them."
Smon: /roll d6
Smon rolls 1d6 and gets: 3,
chris107: "We are stronger through our friendships."
Smon: Bulwark nods. "Well said. Let's toast - to friendship!"
Smon: He raises a steaming goblet of hot oil. The gnomes raise their mugs of ale.
chris107: Hakeem looks eaderly for ale.
chris107 rolls 1d6 and gets: 6,
chris107: (Sorry just showing Ky;le how dice roller works)
Smon: King Drudil hands Hakeem a brimming flagon, toasts, then sips his own ale. "Indeed, the alliance of Free Peoples has already born good fruit... I hear the Vale is free of Evil now, for the first time in a human generation."
Smon: Gnomish serving maids bring great haunches of mutton for the feast.
chris107: "Not yet free of evil your majesty. But we are well on our way. Your folks efforts bring us such aid."
Smon: Shieldbiter grabs a whole roast ewe, tucking in eagerly.
chris107: yum and slurp
Smon: OOC the Vale is the area south of the Ghinarian Hills.
chris107: yup
Smon: Drudil: "So, when the rainy season ends, do you plan to march on Nerath? End this evil at the source?"
chris107: (I have the map as my screen saver on both phone and lap top
Smon:
chris107: "We must first settle matters in our own new found lands. I have plans to harry the Black Sun in their own lands before we do war upon them in earnest."
Smon: Drudil nods. "I fear only that the Black Sun plan new evil... Tigerclaw scouts report that the Bane Son has been seen in the South, among the Orc tribes of the Arang-Tok..."
chris107: "They send Hell's spawn, like this worm to spoil our plans. This will be as nothing to the injuries we shall rain upon them."
Smon: Freia: "But the Bane Son is an Empyrean - a God's Son - how can we face such power?"
chris107: "I have plans to secure the armour of Bondorr and have his sword reforged. This will alow me to battle the Bane Son myself."
chris107: "The son of Ares is mine to battle."
chris107: "When the time is right. "
Smon: Freia: "I hope you are right... none have faced Kainos and lived..." she shudders.
chris107: Hakeem grins his winning grin.
Smon: Laurana: "Have faith my Queen - I have seen Chief Hakeem and Thuruar in battle - they are invincible!"
chris107: "We shall not fail you."
Smon: Drudil nods. "And when the Black Sun are defeated and the Bane Son is cast down... the land will need a King... a true King." He looks quizzically at Hakeem.
Smon: "Have anyone in mind?"
chris107: "I have no need of a crown. "
chris107: "I seek only a land free of evil and slavery. A land where my son can grow free."
Smon: Freia grins: "Typical Altani answer! You do not need a Crown - but the Land needs you!"
chris107: "I shall fight for this land. To make a land fit for heroes."
chris107: "But I have no desire to rule."
Smon: Drudil: "Without a King, when danger passes the Alliance will end, the land will slip back into Chaos. But with a King - a good King - there might be Peace, for the first time in more than two centuries. If not you, then who?"
chris107: "This will take time. I suggest that we teach my son to be king. Raise him to rule."
chris107: With the aid of wise council such as yours and lady Meda we have a chance to raise a truely wise King.
Smon: Drudil quaffs thoughtfully. "Hm... even with short human lives, that might be too long... But perhaps it is best."
chris107: (Worth a try )
Smon: Naran: "The best King is one who has no desire to rule - no desire to dominate. A man at one with the Land, and with his own Heart."
chris107: (Hakeem will be king, he just hasn't admited it to himself yet)
chris107: (He shall be Conan!)
chris107: (And also intends to lead a united South agin the CSIO and the Red Reavers, but don't tell Kjato!)
Smon: GM: After dinner you check that the mounts are well cared for, then are escorted to human-size individual sleeping chambers. Laurana pauses beside Hakeem at his round door, she seems to want to speak of something.
Smon: "Hakeem... "She looks down "...Brother, they say."
chris107: Hakeem of course lisstens to his half sister.
chris107: "Sister." he answers firmly.
Smon: She looks up. "I have a debt to you -I stole from you, our father's life. You had defeated him... the kill was your right."
chris107: "Sister!" he laughs kindly
chris107: "We are both warriors. The cur deserved to die. You got lucky." he smiles broadly in true warrior kindred spirit
Smon: She grits her teeth. "If you had done that to me, I would have killed you - or tried too..." she smiles faintly, for Hakeem's invincibility is legendary.
Smon: Laurana seems comforted by Hakeem's smile and kind words. "You bear me no ill will?" she asks.
chris107: "Sister. Our bladdes will share many kills in the months and years to come. let us do so in the spirit of true warriors?"
chris107: "The world will tremble before us."
Smon: Laurana raises her head, smiles proudly. "Aye, as true blood kin!" She produces a dagger, moves the point to her palm.
chris107: Hakeem stands ready to join his sister. Proudly and in blood
Smon: Slowly, Laurana cuts a shallow gash across her palm, so that blood wells, then offers Hakeem the blade.
chris107: he joins her in this most ancient of binding ceremonies
Smon: Hakeem cuts his own palm, then they grasp hands, blood intermingling with blood.
Smon: "Blood kin - to our last day. Let us trample the jeweled thrones of Nerath beneath our feet!"
chris107: "Aye sister! And beyond!"
Smon: Laurana clasps Hakeem's broad arm, looks up into his eyes. "One day, with your aid, I will rule the Amazons of Highaven, like my mother before me. When that day comes I will put our full force at your command."
chris107: "Altani and Amazon together sister."
Smon: OOC deduct 1 hp Hakeem
Smon: "Together!"
chris107: 184/185HP
chris107: OOC - would be pretty cool to raise an army to conquor the CSIO eventually.
Smon:
Smon: Hakeem eventually retires to a stone-slabbed burrow bed, sleeping somewhat fitfullly.
Smon: But not for long...
chris107: I expected not
Smon: A crash brings him wide awake, and cries: "The worm! Aah!"
chris107: (The shortsword/dirk was taken to cut his way out of the worm if needed.)
Smon: Outside in the corridor - not far... but then the wall to his left bulges inwards, into the narrow bedroom...
Smon: Suddenly the masonry gives way with a crash, and into the room comes an enormous hooked stinger, 8' long and dripping with foul black venom!
chris107: H leaps from his bed grabbing sword, shield and tucking the dirk about his person.
Smon: It writhes around, attached to a great bulk beyond, seeming seeking Hakeem...
Smon: roll init
chris107: H rages and attacks. he will berserk when he can
chris107 Rolls 1d20+2x2 and gets:
16 (+2) = 18
16 (+2) = 18
Smon: /roll d20-2
Smon rolls 1d20-2 and gets: 12, (-2) = 10
Smon: GM: You can grab sword as object interaction, each additonal item uses up an Attack.
Smon: Want to grab both dirk & shield & not attack, or 1 item & 1 attack ...?
chris107: Can he rage?
chris107: As he has init?
Smon: Yeah.
chris107: If so he will grab sword and shield
chris107: Berserk next round
Smon: ok grab all 3 items & not attack?
Smon: The stinger aims at Hakeem:
chris107: yes please
Smon: /roll d20+9
Smon rolls 1d20+9 and gets: 17, (+9) = 26
chris107: AC20
chris107: ouch
Smon: It strikes you. Make a dc 19 con save vs the poison.
chris107 rolls 1d20+10 and gets: 12, (+10) = 22
chris107:
Smon: 19 piercing dmg/2 = 9, plus 42 poison/2 for save = 21, so 30 dmg total.
Smon: round 2 - your go.
chris107: 154/185
chris107: Berserk
chris107 Rolls 1d20+12x3 and gets:
6 (+12) = 18
10 (+12) = 22
16 (+12) = 28
Smon: The way to the door is part blocked by the flailing stinger, you can hear sounds of battle and screams nearby.
Smon: ac 18, 3 hits
chris107 rolls 3d8+33 and gets: 2, 4, 5, (+33) = 44
Smon: Hakeem hacks, foul black ichor gushing. Stinger strikes...
Smon: /roll d20+9
chris107: grrr
Smon rolls 1d20+9 and gets: 14, (+9) = 23
chris107: forgot to strike back last hit!
Smon: hit, DC 19 con save
chris107 rolls 1d20+10 and gets: 5, (+10) = 15
chris107: eek
Smon: fail, 42 poison + 9 piercing = 51 dmg.
Smon: strike back
chris107: 103/185
chris107 rolls 1d20+12 and gets: 9, (+12) = 21
Smon: 4 attacks I guess
chris107 rolls 1d8+11 and gets: 1, (+11) = 12
Smon: 3 more
chris107: but 80 odd HP down in 2 rounds!
chris107 Rolls 1d20+12x3 and gets:
20 (+12) = 32
4 (+12) = 16
8 (+12) = 20
Smon: crit miss hit
chris107: AC15?
Smon: ac 18
chris107 rolls 4d8+22 and gets: 3, 1, 5, 4, (+22) = 35
Smon: Hakeem hears a muffled scream - Laurana's voice? It seems to be coming from within the Worm!
Smon: The stinger flails at him...
Smon: /roll d20+9
Smon rolls 1d20+9 and gets: 20, (+9) = 29
Smon: ouch
Smon: good thing I don't double poison dice
chris107: He hacks intothe thing with renewed vigour
chris107: "I'm coming sister!"
Smon: /roll 6d8+9
Smon rolls 6d8+9 and gets: 5, 8, 8, 4, 8, 3, (+9) = 45
chris107: Ouch yes!
chris107: Strike back
Smon: 45/2=22 piercing dmg, roll CON save
chris107 rolls 1d20+10 and gets: 1, (+10) = 11
chris107: Bugger!
Smon: & 42 poison dmg on top.
Smon: still up?
chris107: 39/185
Smon:
chris107: strike back
chris107 rolls 1d20+12 and gets: 5, (+12) = 17
Smon: miss
chris107: miss!
chris107: 3 attacks
Smon: Bondorr: "USE THE FORCE... THE RECKLESS HAKEEM!"
Smon:
chris107: "As you command Bondorr!"
Smon: The stinger is badly gouged.
chris107 Rolls 1d20+12x2 and gets:
18 (+12) = 30
14 (+12) = 26
Smon: Can you cut it off before the worm finishes you?
chris107 Rolls 1d20+12x2 and gets:
8 (+12) = 20
19 (+12) = 31
chris107 Rolls 1d20+12x2 and gets:
7 (+12) = 19
10 (+12) = 22
Smon: 3 hits
chris107 rolls 3d8+33 and gets: 5, 3, 4, (+33) = 45
Smon: You did it! (with 11 hp to spare) The great stinger is hacked off, falling to the ground as a large, foul smelling vent opens in the Worm's rear.
Smon: Reflexively the foul creature begins to withdraw.
chris107: Hakeem pils in to find his sis
chris107: Hacking at the things innards
Smon: Hakeem dives into the foul thing, hacking through what on the interior seems an oddly hollow husk... but it still drips foul acid that burns his flesh.
Smon: make a dc 18 athletics check, you still have rage so w advtg
chris107: He presses on regardless.
chris107 Rolls 1d20+10x2 and gets:
2 (+10) = 12
18 (+10) = 28
Smon: /roll 6d6
Smon rolls 6d6 and gets: 2, 1, 4, 6, 1, 2, = 16
chris107: good jib
Smon: take 16 acid dmg.
Smon: Deep in the worm, in the foul darkness Hakeem's feet strike against Laurana's unconscious body.
chris107: 23/185
Smon: The worm gullet shudders, rippling.
chris107: He throws her across his broad shoulder and heads for out!
Smon: /roll 6d6
Smon rolls 6d6 and gets: 3, 5, 4, 4, 5, 6, = 27
chris107: dc5 save
chris107: to remain at 1 HP
chris107: rather than -4
Smon: Hakeem grabs Laurana before the acid threatens to overcome him...
Smon: go for it
chris107 rolls 1d20+10 and gets: 11, (+10) = 21
chris107: Phew!
chris107: 1/185HP!
Smon: Hakeem bursts from the back of the dying Worm, the unconscious Amazon in his arms, as it writhes in its death throes, spewing great pools of acid.
Smon: If it is undead it seems to still have most characteristics of the living.
chris107: He croakily shouts for Thuruar to heal the girl!
chris107: Draging her and himself from the foul pools of acid
Smon: Hakeem gets back up the tunnel into his own room, Thuruar bursts in a moment later and hurriedly applies healing magic to Laurana.
Smon: Her eyes flicker open and she smiles contentedly. "I gave it a good sticking... "
chris107: "Good lass."
chris107: He tries not not to fall over in a heap
Smon: Gnomish guards follow Thuruar into the chamber - glaives lowered, they cautiously enter the worm tunnel, and soon cry: "It's dead!"
chris107: His broad smile tested severly
Smon: Thuruar uses a group healing spell, Hakeem feels a little better (say 20 hp back).
chris107: 21/185
chris107: Phew!
Smon: Shieldbiter also enters, grinning and covered in worm ichor.
chris107: Gosh! That was close!
chris107: The worm probably has great treasure in it's gullet
Smon: GM: A little later, after having had time to clean up & short rest, you are summoned back to the royal chamber.
chris107: Haakeem goes along happily
chris107: making light of his dreadful wounds
Smon: The gnomes have dug out coins from the creature's gullet, now spilled on the hall floor - 900 Copper 11,000 Silver 2,600 Gold 90 Platinum
chris107: yay
Smon: The Gnome King beams happily: "My thanks! You have slain the beast!"
chris107: (School fees to pay after all :D)
chris107: "We are allies my king. Your enemies are my enemies."
chris107: "And let them quake with fear!"
Smon: Naran the Druid: "We have gifts, as thanks..." He produces two pairs of fine gnomic leather boots, sized human but one small and feminine, the other large, Hakeem sized.
chris107: KEWL!
Smon: Thuruar: "Boots of Striding and Springing..." Naran offers one pair to Hakeem, the other to Laurana.
chris107: NICE!
Smon: While you wear these boots, your walking speed becomes 30 feet, unless your walking speed is higher, and your speed isn’t reduced if you are encumbered or wearing heavy armor. In addition, you can jump three times the normal distance, though you can’t jump farther than your remaining movement would allow.
chris107: (Though not sure what they do in 5e?)
chris107: cool
chris107: 40' move but the jump may help
Smon: Can jump 10'+ into air and nearly 60' horizontal.
chris107: pretty darn good
Smon: There is much congratulations, Laurana thanks the gnomes.
Smon: Naran: "Though it does puzzle me that the Worm should skirt the outer tunnels and make straight for the guest chambers..."
Smon: Thuruar: "What are you saying?"
chris107: "Aye, indeed. Perhaps priest Thurur could augury this odd behavior?"
Smon: Naran scratches his beard. "Could it be that the Nerathi detected your presence? Are able to track you, somehow?"
Smon: Thuruar: "I shall commune with Athena..."
Smon: GM: OK will stop there. Hakeem gets 7500 XP!
Smon: (6500 worm, 1000 roleplay)
chris107: YAY!
chris107: Thanks Simon!
Smon: Should be good to start by 7.30 next week - no Bill again though.
chris107: I need to think where the +2 will go.
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