Hakeem 8000+245,688=253,688/265,000 LEVEL 17
Dagda 93,300/100,000 LEVEL 11
Drakonok 1000+146,683=147683/165,000 LEVEL 14
5:56pm 2017-4-29 Smon Has entered the room
6:01pm 2017-4-29 chris107 Has entered the room
chris107: Evening Simon
Smon: Hi chris!
chris107: Really great session last time
Smon: Bill said there was a chance he might join us tonight.
Smon: Glad you enjoyed it.
Smon: Actually at the start I was thinking "Thegn Oriana is kinda boring..." but it came together well.
chris107: That would be great. Prince Shieldbiter and his royal Wyvern would be most helpful getting across to the Three Sword Isle !
Smon: Are you staying in Ghutaris hall for the night?
Smon: It's only afternoon currently.
chris107: I think so, I can imagine a good Altanian booze up will be order of the day.
Smon: GM: OK Hakeem & Dagda drink and feast with Hotar and Isis - Isis can certainly put away a good amount despite her small size - telling tales of your exploits.
chris107: hehe
Smon: Dr Piercemuller engages in a little Teutonic flirting with Dagda.
chris107: Well, she has her freedom now
chris107: Another small victory for Hakeem.
Smon: Hotar: "You should have seen the size of that brigand berserker I slew at Yusan's Fall - half-ogre for sure..." Isis: "Half goblin more like!"
Smon: /roll d8
Smon rolls 1d8 and gets: 1,
Smon: Night falls, the rain beats down incessantly on the Hall roof, thunder rolls across the hills.
chris107: "Ah! Isis! You should revel in your brother's battle exploits. Why I'm sure I saw the brute myself. Though the corpses laid so high around Hotar it was hard to be sure!"
chris107: (Never hurts to butter them up a bit )
Smon: Hotar grins at Hakeem's compliment. "Speaking of Brigands my lord, watch out in the Vale - Ruggio still lives and has been gathering diehards to his banner, I hear. He would dearly love to put you in the ground."
chris107: "Why hear the thunder?! Bondorr himself remembers!"
Smon: Isis scoffs: "Ruggio is no match for Lord Hakeem, fool!"
chris107: "I would dearly love for him to try."
Smon: Hotar nods: "Aye. In a fair fight you'd take his head, of course. But you know Ruggio..." he shrugs.
chris107: "Aye, he's a snake. Thanks for the warning. I'll keep my eyes open."
chris107: Hakeem will have pleasent dreams tonight, about the unpleasent things he will do to Ruggio.
Smon: Hotar nods. "He was last seen in the west, near Alkminis I hear - keeping well clear of King Rey and Lord Tug."
chris107: "He's a snake, not a fool. Either would happily crucify him."
chris107: "And I must visit the Citadel of Water next. So perhaps our paths are not meant to cross just yet. Reveange will be sweeter for the wait."
Smon: Isis laughs: "We all would - oh happy dat that'll be!" At last it's time to settle for the night; Dr Piercemuller brings Hakeem and Dagda furs for them to sleep by the hall fire, and bids Dagda goodnight with a smile.
chris107: (Security is good here?)
Smon: GM: Next morning you breakfast well, the servants bring great Vale apples and grapes while Rosa fries up fat sausages for you.
chris107: Yum!
Smon: The security is fairly good considering what Hotar has to work with, he has around half a dozen guards - Ghinarians, not Altani.
chris107: We made it through the night without getting our throats slit. That will do for me.
Smon: Hotar: "We are short of warriors Lord Hakeem as you can see - here it's just Isis and me. Tug has six or seven Seawolf at the Citadel, and Rey has a few."
Smon: Isis: "But we're training up the locals to fight, as best they may."
chris107: "That is good Isis. We will try and send what weapons and armour we can spare. Much must have been left on the field after Yusan's fall."
chris107: "And the freed slaves from Carmisch have much to fight for."
Smon: Isis: "Yes, weapons not the problem. It's good men - and women - we lack. Many went back north after the war."
Smon: Hotar nods: "Aye. The Ghinarians are good folks, mostly - but they lack our strength."
chris107: "And I fear this coming war will take many more."
Smon: Rosa: "I had a dream in the night..."
chris107: "Then it is good they have us to fight their wars, drink their ale and bed their women Hotar!"
chris107: This gets Hakeems attention...
Smon: Hotar grins broadly: "Aye, I'll drink to that!" He hefts his flagon.
Smon: Rosa sees Hakeem looking at him. "Oh, probably nothing. It was a place with cliffs, and flying beasts - Griffons? It was burning. There were women fighting, against Orcs I think. They were losing..."
chris107: "Highever?!"
Smon: Her face has a faraway look. "I don't know what it was called. There was a tall blonde woman with a bright sword, leading the defence. She seemed to be winning. Then..." Rosa shudders.
chris107: "We are 60 miles from Highever if we are 1. How sure are you of this?"
chris107: "Queen Artimisa?!"
Smon: "There was blackness, and... Something... came against her. Something unutterably foul. It... then I woke up."
chris107: "She said she knew her fate..."
chris107: "The spectre she so feared..."
chris107: "DAMN! If only I had some way to get to Highever!"
chris107: (Hakeem resolves to get his own flying steed sooner than later)
Smon: Rosa: "You know her? The woman? I think... I think this was in the future. It was a bright day, hot sunshine. Not like..." she gestures outside.
chris107: "My sister..." He looks stricken and falls silent.
Smon: Hotar: "You've not had this dream before. So, Orcs will attack Highhaven?"
chris107: "The future? Then we must get word to Queen Artimisa and tell her to beware Orc attacks and prepare for the day."
Smon: Rosa shrugs. "I only know what I saw."
Smon: Hotar: "Tug's Steward can have a message sent west, from the Citadel. I think he has pigeons, even."
Smon: Isis: "He probably ate the pigeons - he's Seawolf, remember!"
Smon: brb
6:30pm 2017-4-29 Smon Has exited the room
chris107: "You are right Hotar. I must bid you and your sister farewell for now and make haste to the Citadel of Water. Your help has been beyond measure my friends. I will not forget thi."
6:30pm 2017-4-29 Smon Has entered the room
Smon: Hotar smiles. "For Altanis. For Bondorr." He slaps his broad chest.
Smon: Dagda mutters something about 'mammories'.
chris107: "For Altanis and for Bondorr my friends!"
chris107: hehe
chris107: Hakeem once more dons his nondescript travelling gear.
Smon: GM: You prepare to depart; Rosa slips on a backpack stuffed with sausages, bread and her mysterious book.
Smon: Hotar: "Here, Rosa - get dressed. It's not respectable to travel abroad like that..."
chris107: And a bit chilly this time of year!
Smon: He tosses her a fairly skimpy loincloth. She shrugs and slips it on, smiles brightly. "Oh, it gets *much* colder in Amsterdam! Shall we be off then?"
Smon: /roll d8
Smon rolls 1d8 and gets: 4,
Smon: Outside it is indeed fairly warm, more muggy and overcast than hot, with a light drizzle falling.
chris107: Hakeem can only smile and gesture that we leave
chris107: Citadel of Water is our next goal. A little south of south west.
Smon: GM: You bid Isis & Hotar farewell. Heading out from Ghutaris, do you take the road to the Citadel?
chris107: Hakeem will be on full alert for Ruggio and his sneaky bandits.
chris107: Yes.
Smon: It's about 12 miles on the long-buried Kelnoran highway.
Smon: /roll d6
Smon rolls 1d6 and gets: 6,
chris107: Hood up and cloak pulled close.
Smon: LOL
chris107: Hmmmmmmm
chris107: It haxd to happen
Smon: /roll d6
Smon rolls 1d6 and gets: 5,
chris107: (Perhaps a Dragonborn Prince on a Wyvern?)
Smon: Suddenly ahead of you you hear the cawing of many ravens - a veritable flock of the birds, fluttering and pecking around a short, crouched grey-haired figure in grey pilgrim robes - an old woman?
Smon: She yells, trying to fend them off with her staff: "Ahh! Gerraway!"
chris107: "RRRAAARRRHHHHHH! AWAY BIRDS!"
Smon: Hakeem springs forward... roll init.
chris107: Hakeem runs to shoo the birds away from the old girl.
chris107 Rolls 1d20+2x2 and gets:
5 (+2) = 7
1 (+2) = 3
chris107:
Smon: /roll d20+2
Smon rolls 1d20+2 and gets: 16, (+2) = 18
Smon: Suddenly ravens are all around Hakeem, pecking at him.
Smon: /roll d20+4
Smon rolls 1d20+4 and gets: 16, (+4) = 20
Smon: Despite a good effort, they have no impact on the Armour of Bondorr.
chris107: AC22
Smon: Woman: "Ahh! They have my ring!"
Smon: Dozens of ravens are all around Hakeem, almost blinding him. He hears Dagda yelling.
chris107: How big is the flock around him?
chris107: Could he call down a lightning bolt on himself to kill the birds without hurting his friends or the woman?
chris107: (as he is immune to lightning)
Smon: Dozens of birds, could be a couple hundred? Yes.
Smon: Is that your action?
chris107: If it willonly hit him + birds, yes.
Smon: yup
Smon: Hakeem raises his sword, there's a brilliant flash... roll dmg.
chris107 rolls 14d6 and gets: 4, 4, 1, 6, 6, 6, 4, 2, 1, 1, 3, 6, 5, 3, = 52
Smon: Nice.
chris107: same as last time!
Smon: *CRACK*!
chris107: "Begone foul carrion spawn!"
Smon: Suddenly dozens of birds lie dead around him, the survivors scattering in all directions.
Smon: The old crone points her gnarled walking stick at one flapping east: "That one! It's got me ring!"
chris107: Can Dagda bring it down?
chris107: (If he has a bow etc.)
Smon: Behind Hakeem Dagda is swinging his sword, fending off ravens from himself & Rosa.
Smon: Looks like it's up to Hakeem.
chris107: Oh bugger
chris107: He did pick up some stones a couple of adventures ago. It will be in the text. Can he hurl one at the fleeingbird?
Smon: Sure.
chris107: str+prof?
Smon: (would have let you grab one off the ground most likely!)
chris107: or dex+prof?
chris107 rolls 1d20+6 and gets: 15, (+6) = 21
Smon: Yup heavy stone STR, AC 12 but you have disadvantage for range & smalness.
chris107: then +2 or +5
Smon: roll again (at +11)
chris107 rolls 1d20+6 and gets: 17, (+6) = 23
chris107: this is the man who brought down Oriax with a stone, he won't miss a crow
Smon: *awk* goes the 1hp raven as it's smashed out of the sky.
Smon: The old crone makes for it with surprising speed. "Me ring! Me ring! There it is!"
chris107: For some reason this pleases Hakeem greatly.
chris107: If the crone can reach it Hakeem will go aid his friends driving off the murder of crows.
Smon: The old woman picks up a silver ring set with large moonstone from the dead raven's claw, beaming happily. Dagda scatters the last of his ravens. Rosa examines a suspicious white glob in her hair.
chris107: hehe
Smon: The crone beams at you with her 2 remaining teeth. "Oh, thank'ee thank'ee kind sir! Seven blessings be upon ye!"
chris107: "Are you okay mother?"
Smon: "I'm good now, thanks to you sir!"
chris107: (Inspiration?)
Smon: (ok)
Smon: "I'd like to reward ye... Would this silver penny be enough sir?"
chris107: (Yay! Been ages and I think we will need it in the coming months )
Smon: She fishes in her pouch, procuces a tarnished silver.
chris107: "We need no reward for helping a fellow traveller. But thank you and may your onward journy be a safe one."
chris107: Infact he hands her one of his 7 gold coins. "Get a hot meal in the next town lady."
Smon: "As ye wish sir. Joyce Ever's me name. Tell me yers and I'll say a prayer for ye at Sky God Idol."
chris107: "And think kindly of us."
Smon: Her eyes widen at the gold coin. "Oh! Thank ye ever so much!"
Smon: Rosa: "Hello old woman."
chris107: "Safe travels Joyve Ever. May Bondorr protect you."
Smon: The crone nods. "And may the Lords of Earth, Wind Sea and Flame protect ye, likewise."
Smon: "Now, did ye see a bunch o pilgrims go past, day or so back?"
chris107: (Suspicious old git that I am, I'm looking for anagrams in Joyce Ever )
Smon: "I were a little delayed at the Citadel - terrible pain in me leg ye see..."
chris107: "We did indeed. He describes the encounter.
Smon: (any anagram unintentional, Joyce Ever courtesy of http://donjon.bin.sh/
Smon: "Ah, that'll be them! Better get a move on! Thank ye again! Have a lovely day!"
Smon: Joyce hobbles north at a sedate pace.
chris107: Useful site, thanks.
Smon: Rosa looks after her. "Strange woman..." Dagda nods, munching a sausage.
chris107: "Brave lady."
Smon: GM: Pressing on, a little after noon you see ahead the high walls of the Citadel of Water, surrounded by a moat that never dries even in the driest season.
chris107: (I really fancied this as Malenn & Hakeem's family home )
Smon: Tug's yellow banners flutter from the walls, emblazoned with his great hippo-face.
chris107: Hakeem looks forward to seeing the strange Hippo-Man.
Smon: Rosa: "Interesting place - I have spent quite some time here..."
chris107: "With Yusan?"
Smon: She shakes her head. "Oh no! Studying the books!"
Smon: "Apparently Yusan had a wizard of sorts who kept him from selling off all the library..."
Smon: You hear a horn blow, then the Citadel gate opens and a lone rider comes out, a heavy set Altanian.
chris107: "Hmm probably old Snake Eyes. Well maybe he did some good with his otherwise wasted life."
Smon: He looks vaguely familiar - one of the 100 Seawolf Minars Rapak sent south with Hakeem last year. About a third survived the war. Rosa whispers: "That's Tug's Steward, Ho-Tep."
Smon: The big man canters towards you.
chris107: "Hail, Ho-Tep. Please inform Lord Tug that an old friend is here to see him."
Smon: https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdqQ4QjW25DQTRi-HqV7iiwNrpdp8HDKfK3GoybOH4ImvodN9mr2h8rR5P_X5sORbUiq1tyPHeIeF1fpBiPJMnHr38U3o25avg3FKB9hy2qaXNqdnbB44ayMMM8T5HxmvwQGVYlvFxs9s/s1600/5a40664c284bbfe42222e744b7544263.jpg
chris107: Cripes! A mighty warrior indeed.
Smon: He raises a hand in greeting, then lowers it. "Lord Tug is not yet returned from the Council of Meda..." He squints. "Lord Hakeem? Is that you?"
chris107: "It is Ho-Tep Sea Wolf. But quietly no. My mission is a secret one."
Smon: In the fields around the Citadel you notice several scantily-clad women tilling the soil in preparation for the planting. You recall hearing that Tug put those of Yusan's harem without homes to honest work, farming and working in the kitchens of his hall.
chris107: Hakeem approaves.
Smon: Ho-Tep nods. "You are welcome, Lord Hakeem. I bid you enter." He nods cordially to Dagda.
chris107: Hakeem looks around. Inspecting the condition of the place.
Smon: Ho-Tep escorts you into the ancient Nerathi temple-fortress that was until recently Yusan's lair.
chris107: "We would ask for food and shelter for the evening and any small provisions you can spare for our onward journey."
Smon: It seems in decent condition, with a few Altani guards and twice as many Ghinoran.
chris107: "And perhaps the library, Rosa?"
Smon: Ho-Tep: "Of course. We will feast tonight - I'll escort you to the library. We have some other visitors..."
chris107: Hmmm other visitors...
chris107: Interesting.
Smon: Dagda looks bored and wanders off in the direction of the citadel kitchens, while Ho-Tep escorts Hakeem & Rosa to the great Library hall, lined with hundreds of books.
Smon: Rosa surveys the stacks. "My college library has so much more, even after the cuts..." she sighs.
Smon: You hear voices from towards the rear of the hall, among the rows of books.
chris107: Has Hakeem ever seen so many books in one place?
Smon: "Lass, I'm tellin' ye, that is nonsense! There ain't be no real Dragon Lords fer five thousand years!"
chris107: brb 2 mins
Smon: A voice that sounded male - and reminded Hakeem of Ursa - dwarf?
Smon: The response is female, delicate and slightly unearthly - fey: "Be that as it may, good Sir Choisin, these books of omens clearly indicate the possibility that lies within the Endless Cycle of Return..."
chris107: back
Smon: "Endless Cycle? Bah! Nerathi stuff and nonsense! Snakes and sunwheels!"
chris107: (The name is not ringing bells)
Smon: Ho-Tep looks to Hakeem. "We are entertaining the dwarf lord Choisin Mazargog, and the elven Princess Crystal of Diancecht."
chris107: Mazargog!
Smon: "Southerners, from beyond the Vale."
chris107: From Oricha?
chris107: Soth of the River of Visions?
Smon: "Aye. He was Lord of Mazargog fortress, before handing over to his daughter. She's the daughter of the king of Diancecht."
Smon: Ho-Tep: "There was another one, a priestess of Athena came with the princess - but she went out to gather reeds for papyrus. Not back yet."
chris107: "My Lord."
chris107: "And My Lady." Hakeem gives a rare smile to the beautiful elven princess.
Smon: GM: You reach the end of the stacks and the squabbling couple come into view - an elderly dwarf and a young elf maid, both richly garbed.
Smon: http://img00.deviantart.net/529a/i/2013/299/3/f/sage_by_joshcorpuz85-d6rvypx.jpg
Smon: https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjO91p6Fr_-cZgtFAI9w8wa4DdYcrd0iYyGkf2oc4T95EDat34z4FygiYWhMjiommFd_cdv3euAZ0qJTD_CDBvPphlYvL6WUF8StZ3S2BxLoUUv5-PG61-K3pAZcKrsGuEDzexnrymUYaY/s320/da461273a1e011ec5868c8cef66ce33d.jpg
Smon: The two look at Hakeem - are you still wearing Aristotle's filthy cloak?
chris107: Great pics.
Smon: (cheers)
chris107: I am
Smon: Princess Crystal wrinkles her nose at the smell.
Smon: Make a CHA check.
chris107: "I am sorry about the smell."!
chris107 rolls 1d20+1 and gets: 11, (+1) = 12
Smon: Choisin nods: "Ah, that's alright! Drowns out the stink o' her perfume, anyway!"
chris107: "What brings such fine folk here to the Citadel of Water?"
Smon: Crystal glares at the dwarven lord.
chris107: "This is Doctor Rosa.."
Smon: Choisin: "Research!" Crystal: "Indeed, investigation - the monks have..." Rosa nods to them both.
chris107: "And as I am heading into your lands, I owe you the courtesy of honesty."
chris107: "I am Hakeem Greywolf."
Smon: Choisin smiles: "Ah yes! Ho-Tep told me about you! Hotar's slave! You're quite the expert he says!"
Smon: Crystal: "Hakeem... the warlord?"
7:27pm 2017-4-29 Dragonbill Has entered the room
Dragonbill: Cool
Smon: Rosa is smiling at the compliment from Choisin the dwarf.
Smon: Hi Bill!
chris107: "I have been granted that honour my lady."
Dragonbill: Hi
chris107: Hey Bill!
Smon: Want to play Bill?
Dragonbill: For a small bit
chris107: Bill, we are off to get some flaming swords for Prince Shielditer
chris107: To fight The First King.
Smon: OK - suddenly the people in the Citadel of Water library hear the flap of mighty wings, as Shieldbiter's Royal Wyvern sets down on the roof above!
Smon: A guard bursts in: "It's the Dragonborn! The one who killed Yusan's chiefs!"
Dragonbill: Can only play 10 min
chris107: "That will be Prince Shieldbiter making his usual understated entrance." Grins Hakeem
Dragonbill: Hello
Smon: Shieldbiter reckoned correctly that Hakeem would make for the Citadel of Water. Leaving Wyvern on the roof, he soon finds Hakeem and several strange folk in a huge library.
Smon: Ho-Tep the Steward https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdqQ4QjW25DQTRi-HqV7iiwNrpdp8HDKfK3GoybOH4ImvodN9mr2h8rR5P_X5sORbUiq1tyPHeIeF1fpBiPJMnHr38U3o25avg3FKB9hy2qaXNqdnbB44ayMMM8T5HxmvwQGVYlvFxs9s/s400/5a40664c284bbfe42222e744b7544263.jpg
chris107: "Welcome my friend."
Smon: nods. "You are always welcome here, Prince Shieldbiter."
Dragonbill: Thanks
chris107: He introduces PrincessCrystal, Sir Choisin and Doctor Rosa.
Dragonbill: I got wings
Dragonbill: Hello
chris107: Impressive.
Smon: Beside him elf princess Crystal waves hello - https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjO91p6Fr_-cZgtFAI9w8wa4DdYcrd0iYyGkf2oc4T95EDat34z4FygiYWhMjiommFd_cdv3euAZ0qJTD_CDBvPphlYvL6WUF8StZ3S2BxLoUUv5-PG61-K3pAZcKrsGuEDzexnrymUYaY/s320/da461273a1e011ec5868c8cef66ce33d.jpg she smiles: "Those are lovely wings!"
Dragonbill: Thanks
Smon: The dwarf sage Choisin grunts - http://img00.deviantart.net/529a/i/2013/299/3/f/sage_by_joshcorpuz85-d6rvypx.jpg
chris107: "Prince Shiledbiter, perhaps you would be so kind as to fly us to the island where we believe the magical swords are?"
Dragonbill: Okay
Smon: Princess Crystal: "Before you do that, perhaps you could go fetch my friend Octavia? She went to gather rushes to make papyrus, but she's late back..."
chris107: "Once our work here is done. Many thnks."
Smon: "...She should be west, somewhere along the stream."
chris107: "Shall we go together Shieldbiter? In case there is danger?"
chris107: (We may get to kill something Bill )
Smon: Dr Rosa is already stuck into a book.
Dragonbill: Okay
chris107: "If Princess Crystal and Doctor Rosa will excuse us while they...research."
Dragonbill:
chris107: hehe
Smon: GM: Hakeem and Shieldbiter join Sh's newly armoured shieldmaiden Helga on the royal wyvern and take flight from the library roof, heading west.
Smon: You soon find the stream a few miles west of the Citadel, with many bullrushes along its banks, but no priestess...
Smon: Shieldbiter with your Dragonsight, make a WIS+Prof check.
Smon: DC 10
chris107: good luck Bill
Smon: roll d20
Smon: Will be +6 bonus so need 4+.
Dragonbill rolls 1d20+6 and gets: 1, (+6) = 7
chris107: drat!
Dragonbill: Dang
Smon: No sign of the priestess, and visibility is poor with a rainy haze.
chris107: Can Hakeem try at all?
Smon: hum, DC 20 for Hakeem.
chris107: or maybe we should land close to where the lady should have been and search on foot?
chris107 rolls 1d20 and gets: 14,
chris107: +6 !
chris107: = 20
Smon: Hakeem spots an area of churned up ground near the water's edge.
chris107: He taps the Dragonborn Prince on the shoulder and points.
Smon: Pointing it out to Shi, with his Dragonsight he can see there was a struggle, it looks like several humans ambushed a single figure, overwhelmed them and carried them west into an area of light forest.
chris107: "We must rescue the lady!"
chris107: "And kill the miscreants!"
Dragonbill: Yeah
Smon: What are you going to do?
Dragonbill: Follow the tracks
chris107: Hakeem holds on tight.
Smon: Helga's new gear data:image/jpeg;
chris107: Preparing to draw the sword of Bondorr when danger presents itself.
Smon: Are you landing? Dismounting?
Dragonbill: Yeah
chris107: Bill's in charge
Smon: http://smons.blogspot.co.uk/2017/04/ep.html
Smon: GM: You land the wyvern near the edge of the stream.
Smon: From here the tracks are clear in the muddy ground.
Smon: Helga: "Shall I watch the Wyvern while you're away, Sir?"
chris107: Sword and shield at the ready.
Dragonbill: Sure
Smon: Helga nods happily, stroking the great beast's broad muzzle.
Smon: It purrs.
chris107:
Smon: Following the tracks, Hakeem & Shieldbiter sneak into the trees.
Smon: If you are Stealthing, roll DEX+Prof
chris107: (Now I'm pleased I went for breast plate...)
chris107 rolls 1d20+8 and gets: 15, (+8) = 23
Smon: Hakeem moves with catlight grace.
Smon: Shieldbiter are you keeping your heavy greaves on? If you remove them you can sneak bettter but lose a point of AC.
Dragonbill rolls 1d20+6 and gets: 10, (+6) = 16
Smon: (half plate > breastplate if you remove greaves)
Smon: You can roll again (disadvantage fr heavy armour) or remove greaves?
Dragonbill: Nah
Smon: remove greaves?
chris107: good luck with the next roll Bill, would be good to surprise our foes.
chris107: We can rage
Smon: Moving through the trees, after an hour of careful tracking you see signs of a camp ahead.
Smon: OK I'm assuming Shieldbiter stowed his greaves, so AC 18>17.
chris107: creep forward to investigate further. Looking out for the missing lady.
Smon: Sneaking closer you see half a dozen assorted tents around a campfire. Then you spot the two lookouts up in the trees - doesn't seem they've spotted you yet. They have bows.
Smon: Men are cooking a pig over the campfire, and sitting on a log across from it is a white robed woman, heavily tied up.
Dragonbill: I'll shoot with my bow
chris107: Hakeem searches the area looking for signs of the captive lady.. or Ruggio
Smon: Octavia the priestess - https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhe6b9VLblvXvvfjLrxXwVzjCyPNwo5VtMdT1aHgCHXwckOCbp2DxKPLGSsEHMa2k2zsQ_5slULtOoHHInR3s0UQxu4eKkokPf29XqMd_wrPgdIjsIm_07TRCxXbluQQtoi6spmNLXQTm8/s400/ad474e268b041d7e54f0823086482bd1.jpg
Smon: Make a PER check Hakeem WIS+Prof
Smon: Who are you shooting at Shieldbiter?
chris107 rolls 1d20+6 and gets: 19, (+6) = 25
Smon: Nice!
chris107: yay! Some good rolls when they have mattered
Smon: Yes, Hakeem spots that bugger Ruggio partly sheltered by a tent, he seems to be taunting the captive.
chris107: How far away?
Smon: She is talking back, you catch "My temple will pay well for my safe return..."
Smon: /roll 4d6
Smon rolls 4d6 and gets: 4, 3, 1, 5, = 13
Smon: 130' to centre of the camp. Nearest lookout is 90'.
Smon: Probably 2 dozen in the camp.
chris107: So no chance to get within 'leap' distance?
Dragonbill: Let's kill them all
Smon: You might be able to circle round north & get closer, sneak in.
chris107: (I agree Bill, but don't want Ruggio to escape or the priestess to get killed)
Smon: Depends how alert the lookouts are.
Dragonbill: Shoot the look outs
chris107: If you are bowing the look outs Bikll, Hakeem will creep round and try get close enough to pounce on Ruggio, then we kill them all?
Dragonbill: Okay
chris107: Maybe if their attention is drawn away, Hakeem's chances will improve?
Smon: Lookouts are at short range for Sh. If he could take them both out in 1 round (dmg is d10+5) the camp might not be alerted.
Smon: Are you shooting them now, or wait for Hakeem to sneak?
chris107: Hakeem slidesoff into the undergrowth
Dragonbill: Now
Smon: ok roll 1st attack, d20+10
Dragonbill rolls 1d20 and gets: 19,
Dragonbill rolls 1d20 and gets: 8,
chris107: yy
chris107: yay
Smon: nice, roll dmg d10+5
Dragonbill: D10+5
Dragonbill: Bye
Smon: bye!
chris107: Bye Bill!
Smon: /roll d10+5
Smon rolls 1d10+5 and gets: 5, (+5) = 10
8:03pm 2017-4-29 Dragonbill Has exited the room
Smon: The arrow strikes the brigand up in the tree, unfortunately doesn't kill him...
Smon: "Agh!" Shieldbiter shoots again:
Smon: /roll d20+10x2
chris107: a good effort
Smon Rolls 1d20+10x2 and gets:
4 (+10) = 14
7 (+10) = 17
Smon: /roll d10+5
Smon rolls 1d10+5 and gets: 5, (+5) = 10
Smon: He topples dead from the tree.
Smon: The other lookout is yelling: "Attack! Attack!"
chris107: Does it seem anyone has noticed?
chris107: hehe
chris107: guess that answers that!
Smon: Sneaking through the undergrowth, Hakeem sees the camp spring to life.
Smon: Shieldbiter falls back into the woods as half the camp grab weapons and chase after him, the lookout yelling: "That way! There he goes!"
Smon: Ruggio draws steel and moves to guard the prisoner, looking about with gimlet gaze...
Smon: Hakeem make stealth check.
chris107: Hakeem sneaks around tryng to get within 60' (jump) distance.
chris107 rolls 1d20+8 and gets: 20, (+8) = 28
chris107: hehe
chris107: on fire with the dice so far.
Smon: /roll d20+6
Smon rolls 1d20+6 and gets: 6, (+6) = 12
Smon: Hakeem is well hidden.
Smon: Ruggio: "You men! Stay with me. They could be trying to draw us away from the camp..."
Smon: He scans the damp forest.
Smon: Hakeem, you count 12 men still in camp, plus Ruggio, 10 went off after Shieldbiter.
chris107: Hakeem will cope with those odds to get a chance to put 3' of steel through Ruggio.
Smon: 2 big Altani axemen, 4 Altanians, 5 scrawny Ghinoran types.
chris107: Hakeem's vengeance knows no fear.
chris107: It is time for Ruggio to die. No matter what the cost.
chris107: Hakeems rage builds as he (hopefully) gets within springing distance.
Smon: You sneak closer, sheltered by fronds of ferns.
chris107: he checks out the height of overhanging branches etc. just to be on the safe side.
Smon: You are within 40' now, and the other 10 + lookout have gone chasing off after Sh.
Smon: You can attack nearest men w Surprise, or DC 15 Athletics to leap adjacent to Ruggio.
chris107: If it is safe he will rage and leap at Ruggio. Besreking next round.
chris107: He will take the check. Ruggio is all he cares about. He is now the hunting wolf, intent on taking down his pray.
chris107 rolls 1d20+11 and gets: 2, (+11) = 13
chris107: +2 for altani barb?
Smon: That was your jump roll?
chris107: it was
Smon: No, 13 is fail - you leap forward, but can't close the full distance to Ruggio.
Smon: /roll d10
Smon rolls 1d10 and gets: 8,
chris107: "RAAGGEEEE!"
Smon: You land in front of a couple surprised archers -you lose 1 attack for failed leap, so 1 attack + rage
chris107: He will hack around, lopping limbs of Ruggio's followers.
Smon: they have AC 12 & 11 hp
chris107 rolls 1d20+14 and gets: 7, (+14) = 21
chris107 rolls 1d8+12 and gets: 6, (+12) = 18
Smon: 1 attack this surprise round - you cut a man down, legs flying.
Smon: Ruggio: "There!"
Smon: roll init
chris107 Rolls 1d20+2x2 and gets:
5 (+2) = 7
15 (+2) = 17
Smon: Good old Ruggio - http://cdn03.cdn.justjared.com/wp-content/uploads/headlines/2010/05/shirtless-henry-cavill.jpg
chris107: Grrrr!
Smon: Ruggio: "There! Kill him!"
Smon: /roll d20+2
Smon rolls 1d20+2 and gets: 20, (+2) = 22
chris107: Hakeems blood boils at the sight of the rotter.
chris107: Hakeem is cloaked and cowled
Smon: Ruggio's men are on you like flies on poo...
Smon: Men come at you from all sides...
chris107: hehe
Smon: 2 chosen axe:
Smon: /roll d20+4x4
Smon Rolls 1d20+4x4 and gets:
9 (+4) = 13
18 (+4) = 22
4 (+4) = 8
1 (+4) = 5
Smon: 1 hit
Smon: /roll d12+5
chris107: AC25
Smon rolls 1d12+5 and gets: 1, (+5) = 6
chris107: oops
chris107: 22
Smon: lol, 6/2=3 dmg
chris107: 206/209
Smon: 4 Altanian warriors
Smon: /roll d20+4x4
Smon Rolls 1d20+4x4 and gets:
17 (+4) = 21
9 (+4) = 13
17 (+4) = 21
2 (+4) = 6
chris107: "Rrrararargghhh!"
Smon: Hakeem fends off their axes and swords, shield taking the impact, blades glancing off Bondorr's armour.
Smon: In the remaining gap the 4 archers circle round, loosing arrows at you.
Smon: /roll d20+3x4
Smon Rolls 1d20+3x4 and gets:
6 (+3) = 9
17 (+3) = 20
10 (+3) = 13
7 (+3) = 10
Smon: no effect.
chris107: Retaliate agin the one who hit?
Smon: Ruggio himself looks thoughtful, then leaps ontop the log the girl is sat on, from which angle he can shoot a light x-bow at your head:
chris107: as his reaction?
Smon: It seems to be some kind of repeater...
Smon: (yes)
Smon: /roll d20+6x3
chris107: (Cool weapon)
Smon Rolls 1d20+6x3 and gets:
16 (+6) = 22
1 (+6) = 7
2 (+6) = 8
chris107 rolls 1d20+14 and gets: 8, (+14) = 22
Smon: one bolt hits you
chris107 rolls 1d8+12 and gets: 3, (+12) = 15
Smon: /roll d8+2
Smon rolls 1d8+2 and gets: 3, (+2) = 5
Smon: /roll 2d6
Smon rolls 2d6 and gets: 4, 2, = 6
Smon: 11/2=5 dmg to Hakeem
Smon: Hakeem stabs the big fellow who hit him.
chris107: 201/209
Smon: ok your turn
Smon: Berserking?
chris107: Berserking
Smon: You wounded a Chosen Axe and are in melee w 2 of them (greataxes) + 5 regular Altanian brigands w sword/axe & shield
Smon: Who do you go for?
chris107: Did I kill one with my original attack?
Smon: nope
chris107: The wounded guy
Smon: ok
chris107: chosen axe
Smon: AC 12, he has 17 hp left
chris107: One attack on him then one on two of the regular guys.
chris107: On the wounded chosen axe.
Smon: Regulars are AC 14
chris107 rolls 1d20+14 and gets: 4, (+14) = 18
chris107 rolls 1d8+12 and gets: 6, (+12) = 18
Smon: *splat*
chris107: 1st reg guy
chris107 rolls 1d20+14 and gets: 1, (+14) = 15
Smon: miss
chris107: miss?
chris107: 2nd reg guy
Smon: 1 always miss
chris107 rolls 1d20+14 and gets: 5, (+14) = 19
Smon: 16 hp
chris107: (No probs, expected it)
chris107 rolls 1d8+12 and gets: 5, (+12) = 17
Smon: *splat*
Smon: Two men fall, limbs cleft asunder
Smon: Round 3
Smon: The enemy press in.
chris107: (hopefully still cloaked and cowled)
Smon: (yup) chosen axe
Smon: /roll d20+4x2
Smon Rolls 1d20+4x2 and gets:
1 (+4) = 5
3 (+4) = 7
Smon: warriors
Smon: /roll d20+4x3
Smon Rolls 1d20+4x3 and gets:
13 (+4) = 17
4 (+4) = 8
9 (+4) = 13
Smon: archers
Smon: /roll d20+3x4
Smon Rolls 1d20+3x4 and gets:
18 (+3) = 21
15 (+3) = 18
10 (+3) = 13
16 (+3) = 19
Smon: LOL
chris107: phew
Smon: Ruggio
Smon: /roll d20+6x3
Smon Rolls 1d20+6x3 and gets:
17 (+6) = 23
7 (+6) = 13
6 (+6) = 12
Smon: one hit
Smon: /roll d8+2
Smon rolls 1d8+2 and gets: 3, (+2) = 5
Smon: /roll 2d6
Smon rolls 2d6 and gets: 2, 5, = 7
Smon: 12/2=6 dmg
chris107: 195/209
Smon: Ruggio is starting to look concerned as he sees his men having almost no impact on the filthy-clad stranger.
Smon: /roll d20+6
Smon rolls 1d20+6 and gets: 11, (+6) = 17
Smon: (insight check)
Smon: "Hey there friend! Fine day for a battle!" he calls out, putting a fresh clip in his dwarven x-bow. "And who might you be?"
Smon: (your go)
chris107: Ingrim silence
chris107 rolls 1d20+14 and gets: 12, (+14) = 26
chris107: sorry against a chosen first then 2 normal gain
Smon: hit chosen
chris107 rolls 1d8+12 and gets: 3, (+12) = 15
chris107 rolls 1d20+14 and gets: 15, (+14) = 29
chris107 rolls 1d8+12 and gets: 2, (+12) = 14
chris107 rolls 1d20+14 and gets: 4, (+14) = 18
Smon: The big bald Chosen grunts as you hit him, 17 left
chris107 rolls 1d8+12 and gets: 3, (+12) = 15
Smon: 2 more blows cut down a regular.
Smon: round 4
Smon: Ruggio: "Keep attacking!"
Smon: You see the girl working at her bonds
Smon: /roll d20
Smon rolls 1d20 and gets: 4,
Smon: She's held tight.
Smon: Chosen Axeman swings:
Smon: /roll d20+4x2
Smon Rolls 1d20+4x2 and gets:
13 (+4) = 17
13 (+4) = 17
Smon: miss
Smon: 2 regulars
Smon: /roll d20+4x2
Smon Rolls 1d20+4x2 and gets:
4 (+4) = 8
4 (+4) = 8
Smon: archers
Smon: /roll d20+3x4
Smon Rolls 1d20+3x4 and gets:
10 (+3) = 13
16 (+3) = 19
9 (+3) = 12
15 (+3) = 18
Smon: Ruggio sighs with exasperation, and some trepidation.
Smon: He raises the reloaded x-bow...
Smon: /roll d20+6x3
Smon Rolls 1d20+6x3 and gets:
6 (+6) = 12
18 (+6) = 24
12 (+6) = 18
Smon: 1 hit
Smon: /roll d8+2
Smon rolls 1d8+2 and gets: 6, (+2) = 8
Smon: /roll 2d6
Smon rolls 2d6 and gets: 3, 2, = 5
Smon: 13/2=6 dmg
chris107: 189/209
Smon: rem your ripostes btw
Smon: no hits this round from melee
chris107: No one has hit hi from within 5'?
Smon: your go
chris107: 1 axe and 2 regs again.
chris107 rolls 1d20+14 and gets: 13, (+14) = 27
chris107 rolls 1d8+12 and gets: 8, (+12) = 20
chris107 rolls 1d20+14 and gets: 16, (+14) = 30
Smon: He goes down, skull cleft.
chris107 rolls 8d12 and gets: 10, 1, 11, 12, 8, 2, 2, 11, = 57
Smon: lol
chris107: oops
chris107 rolls 1d8+12 and gets: 5, (+12) = 17
Smon: You hack a warrior's head off.
chris107 rolls 1d20+14 and gets: 19, (+14) = 33
chris107 rolls 1d8+12 and gets: 6, (+12) = 18
Smon: And cleave the last foe to his sternum.
Smon: The corpses lie heaped around you.
Smon: r5
Smon: morale check
Smon: /roll 2d6
Smon rolls 2d6 and gets: 2, 3, = 5
Smon: The archers fall back from you, still loosing arrows.
Smon: /roll d20+3x4
Smon Rolls 1d20+3x4 and gets:
6 (+3) = 9
11 (+3) = 14
6 (+3) = 9
6 (+3) = 9
Smon: Ruggio sighs, throws down the x-bow and draws his sword. "You fight well friend. But so do I..." he lunges.
Smon: /roll d20+9x3
Smon Rolls 1d20+9x3 and gets:
16 (+9) = 25
14 (+9) = 23
10 (+9) = 19
Smon: 2 hits
chris107: he does!
chris107: riposte
Smon: /roll 8d6+10
Smon rolls 8d6+10 and gets: 5, 6, 6, 1, 1, 4, 4, 4, (+10) = 41
Smon: AC 18
Smon: 41/2=20 dmg
chris107: 169/209
chris107 rolls 1d20+14 and gets: 11, (+14) = 25
Smon: hit
chris107 rolls 1d8+12 and gets: 5, (+12) = 17
chris107: All three attacks on Ruggio
Smon: He grunts
chris107 Rolls 1d20+14x3 and gets:
4 (+14) = 18
3 (+14) = 17
5 (+14) = 19
Smon: 2 hits
chris107 rolls 2d8+24 and gets: 4, 7, (+24) = 35
Smon: Ruggio's eyes widen as you rain down blows on him.
Smon: He gets a good look under the cowl... "You!"
Smon: round 6
Smon: Ruggio takes a deep breath - uses Second Wind - heals 20 hp
chris107: Hakeem grins mirthlessly. Remembering the insults served to him.
Smon: Then relaunches his assault, probing for weakness.
Smon: /roll d20+9x3
Smon Rolls 1d20+9x3 and gets:
15 (+9) = 24
16 (+9) = 25
12 (+9) = 21
chris107: He's good!
Smon: 2 hits again
chris107: riposte
Smon: (CR 9)
chris107 rolls 1d20+14 and gets: 3, (+14) = 17
Smon: /roll 8d6+10
Smon: miss
Smon rolls 8d6+10 and gets: 3, 2, 5, 1, 4, 6, 6, 3, (+10) = 40
Smon: 40/2=20 dmg
chris107: 149/209
Smon: Ruggio grins: "Not good enough 'Lord' Hakeem..."
Smon: The archers try to snipe from the sides:
Smon: /roll d20+3x4
Smon Rolls 1d20+3x4 and gets:
2 (+3) = 5
14 (+3) = 17
2 (+3) = 5
15 (+3) = 18
Smon: miss
chris107 Rolls 1d20+14x3 and gets:
1 (+14) = 15
8 (+14) = 22
7 (+14) = 21
Smon: 2 hits
chris107 rolls 2d8+24 and gets: 4, 3, (+24) = 31
Smon: round 7
Smon: Ruggio: "You're weakening..."
Smon: /roll d20+9x3
Smon Rolls 1d20+9x3 and gets:
18 (+9) = 27
3 (+9) = 12
18 (+9) = 27
Smon: 2 hits
chris107: He's on fire!
Smon: /roll 8d6+10
Smon rolls 8d6+10 and gets: 5, 3, 6, 5, 3, 3, 5, 2, (+10) = 42
chris107: riposte
Smon: 42/2=21 dmg
chris107: 128/209
chris107 rolls 1d20+14 and gets: 16, (+14) = 30
chris107 rolls 1d8+12 and gets: 3, (+12) = 15
Smon: hit
Smon: Ruggio gasps, his confidence faltering.
Smon: Archers shoot:
Smon: /roll d20+3x4
Smon Rolls 1d20+3x4 and gets:
6 (+3) = 9
4 (+3) = 7
7 (+3) = 10
4 (+3) = 7
chris107: "Now you die, like the dog you are."
Smon: Your go
chris107 Rolls 1d20+14x3 and gets:
3 (+14) = 17
1 (+14) = 15
19 (+14) = 33
Smon: 1 hit
chris107 rolls 1d8+12 and gets: 4, (+12) = 16
Smon: Ruggio: "Ah..." he looks down at the slash on his forearm.
Smon: round 8
Smon: /roll 2d6
Smon rolls 2d6 and gets: 4, 3, = 7
Smon: Ruggio: "You men - hold him off - I'll get the others!" He turns and Dashes away - you get 1 free attack.
chris107 rolls 1d20+14 and gets: 16, (+14) = 30
chris107 rolls 1d20+12 and gets: 3, (+12) = 15
Smon: 1 attack
chris107: soz
Smon: roll dmg
chris107 rolls 1d8+12 and gets: 6, (+12) = 18
Smon: The archers loose a final volley:
Smon: /roll d20+3x4
Smon Rolls 1d20+3x4 and gets:
20 (+3) = 23
10 (+3) = 13
17 (+3) = 20
3 (+3) = 6
Smon: 1 crit
Smon: /roll 2d6+1
Smon rolls 2d6+1 and gets: 5, 1, (+1) = 7
Smon: 7/2=3 dmg
Smon: Then they scatter
chris107: 125/209
chris107: He bounds after Ruggio.
Smon: Ruggio is running away into the trees.
chris107: "Come back you cur!"
Smon: He's 60' off.
Smon: You can Dash 80' but can't then attack.
chris107: 60' jump if he has yet to reach the trees otherwise 40' move
Smon: ok DC 15 Athletics check to catch him with a Jump
chris107: dash it is then
chris107 rolls 1d20+11 and gets: 7, (+11) = 18
Smon: If you fail you don't catch him
chris107: Phew, got him!
Smon: ok you leap over his head, much to his shock.
Smon: Can attack
chris107: (These boots are great!)
chris107 rolls 1d20+14 and gets: 12, (+14) = 26
chris107 rolls 1d8+12 and gets: 3, (+12) = 15
Smon: 2 more atts?
chris107 Rolls 1d20+14x2 and gets:
13 (+14) = 27
5 (+14) = 19
Smon: First one slashed his cheek.
chris107 rolls 2d8+24 and gets: 3, 6, (+24) = 33
Smon: Ruggio's eyes widen as the Sword of Bondor impales him.
Smon: "*uch *cough *ah*"
chris107: "Die scum."
Smon: He slides forward, down the blade.
Smon: His eyes roll back as he coughs up blood from punctured lung.
chris107: Hakeem kicks him off
Smon: Ruggio's corpse falls to the greensward.
chris107: Hakeem removes his head.
Smon: In the clearing the girl has managed to get out of some bonds and is getting to her feet.
Smon: "Th-thank you so much for rescuing me!" she calls out.
chris107: He helps the girl from her bonds
Smon: As Hakeem helps her from her remaining bonds a grinning and blood-splattered Shieldbiter strolls up.
chris107: assuming Shieldbiter has dealt with the riff-raff?
chris107:
Smon: "They didn't fight very well." he says smugly.
chris107: Hakeem grins at his friend.
Smon: OOC You get 7500 XP!
chris107: Throwing Ruggio's head at the feet of the prince.
chris107: Nice!
chris107: Hakeem will search the camp and Ruggio, taking weapons and things of interest.
Smon: The girl appears to be half-elven. Girl: "I'm Octavia Talemus, a priestess of Athena... I'm staying at the Citadel, can you help me get back there?"
Smon: Hakeem roots around.
chris107: "We can indeed my lady."
Smon: The brigands had plenty of loot - 500 Copper 7,000 Silver 1,900 Gold 70 Platinum 3 bottle(s) of fine wine (30 gp) 1 lyre (30 gp) 1 lbs. of platinum trade bars (500 gp) 1 disguise kit (25 gp) 1 set of bagpipes (30 gp) 1 lyre (30 gp) 6 coral worth 100 gp each Potion of animal friendship Alchemy jug 7x Magic +1 sling bullets hoard total: 4,550.00 gp
Smon: Also Ruggio's dwarven x-bow with 24 bolts.
chris107: Cool! Hakeem and Shielbiter will load it onto the wyvern along with Octavia
chris107: Hakeem has never been so rich.
chris107: (That's about 1/3 of what he needs to reach 18th level )
Smon: GM: That evening you return to the Citadel to a hero's welcome, Princess Crystal is delighted to see her friend Octavia back alive and more or less unharmed.
chris107: Flying back to the keep.
Smon: Ho-Tep claps Hakeem on the shoulder, grinning broadly. "Well done Lord Hakeem!"
Smon: Shieldbiter coughs. "And you too of course, Lord Shieldbiter!"
chris107: Put this head onto a pike would you Ho-Tep?
Smon: "Aye, with pleasure!"
Smon: OOC Ruggio was quite nasty but he got a bonus +2d6 dmg which he lost once he fell below half hp & you broke his confidence)
chris107: I got to say he fought really well!
Smon: So he was on 4d6+5 but it went to 2d6+5 at the end, hence he ran.
chris107: A long rest for Hakeem will be much appreciated!
Smon: He did level up since you last met him.
chris107: 125/209 HP
Smon: Not even bloodied!
chris107: that was a good fight!:D
Smon: I liked playing Ruggio, spending all my minions.
chris107: hehe it was fun. Reveange really is a dish best served cold.
Smon: Ho-Tep: "With Ruggio gone at last there should be little obstacle now to establishing peace in the Vale."
chris107: His death has been a long time coming.
chris107: "Aye, and smell better."
Smon: The princess sips her wine and smiles. "Now trade can flourish between these lands and Oricha."
Smon: GM I hope you left your cloak behind for the feast?
chris107: Probably a good idea
Smon: Dr Piercemuller is deep in conversation with the dwarf sage Choisin.
chris107: Though I am enjoying playing incognito Hakeem.
Smon: Princess: "Oh, Lord Hakeem... I was also incognito, of a sort."
chris107: Hakeem looks a little confused "Milady?"
Smon: She smiles. "My name is not actually Crystal Moonsilver. It's Lirthache Domnavrente - a bit of a mouthful for some humans, I fear."
chris107: "May I ask why you travel incognito my lady?"
Smon: Crystal looks into her wine, not answering. "Lord Hakeem... Did I hear you say you intended to fly to this island?"
chris107: He respects her privacy
chris107: "Yes my lady. I had intended to travel south on foot. But the tiely arrival of Lord Shieldbiter has proved useful."
Smon: She nods. "What exactly do you think happens, when a rider flies over the ocean, out of sight of land? Do you expect a happy landing?"
Smon: There seems an odd bitterness in her voice.
chris107: "Erm... I am not wise in the ways of the world milady."
chris107: "Perhaps you can enlighten me?"
Smon: "Indeed... Oh, I'm sorry. I mean no offence."
chris107: "None taken. I did not mean to sadden you."
Smon: She sighs. "My brother was a warrior. A Tarn-Rider - the giant eagles? He thought he could fly to the Islands. My father warned him. He didn't listen."
chris107: "But if I am to fulfil my duty I must reach Three Swords Isle."
Smon: "He never came home." She looks down into her glass. "Once out of sight of land there is only the endless ocean. Nothing to see, no landmarks, no resting place. The steed's wings tire. Eventually..."
chris107: "Have you no news of your brother? Is he lost?"
chris107: "Perhaps..."
Smon: "He is lost". She looks up. "Of course we would be happy to offer you the use of our finest ship. In gratitude for your rescue of Octavia. And in token of future friendship."
chris107: "Perhaps if I could take ship, I could search for him and fulfil my duty?"
chris107: "Then I thank you. But I will search for your brother if I can."
Smon: She shakes her head. "The sea is his grave. If he had found land he would have returned to us. I only wish to ensure you not share his fate. The Foamrunner is a fine ship, the best in my father's fleet."
chris107: "My condolances then milady."
chris107: "And my thanks!"
Smon: The dwarf Choisin looks up from his cups. "The rest o' ye father's fleet is barges an' fishin' trawlers!"
Smon: Choisin looks bleary eyed at Hakeem. "Elves, eh? Her dad rules a village of five hundred, and they style themselves kings and queens!"
Smon: Crystal gives the Dwarf Lord an icy glare, sipping her wine.
chris107: "I value your gift and your help."
chris107: He studiously avoids been drawn.
Smon: Crystal smiles: "Thank you, Lord Hakeem. I will be here another week - if you need the ship before then, I can write you a letter to my father. Or we can travel together."
chris107: "My time is short. If I may have the letter in the morning?"
Smon: She nods. "Certainly. Is there anything you wish to know about the South?"
chris107: "Whatever you can tell me.."
chris107: "And especially of the Isle of Three Swords."
Smon: She smiles. "I'm an Elf. We know a lot. Three Sword Isle? Hmm..."
Smon: /roll d20
Smon rolls 1d20 and gets: 8,
Smon: "Didn't a priest bury three sword there? To keep them from the trolls? Something like that."
Smon: /roll d20
Smon rolls 1d20 and gets: 11,
chris107: "I have heard there may be three flaming blades there, yes."
chris107: "The place is infested by Trolls?"
Smon: Choisin: "Ye're half right, lass. Twere a Priest of Bondor, god of Swords. And he hid the Flaming Swords in a Cave on the Isle, guarded by Trolls, until the Champion would come to retrieve 'em."
Smon: Both nod. "Aye". "So I've heard."
Smon: Ho-Tep swigs his ale. "Sounds unlikely to me."
chris107: "We shall see..."
Smon: Dr Piercemuller's ears prick up, she fishes under the table and produces her book from her pack. "Yes! You see the Three Flaming Swords! Given to the Three Peers of Bondorr..."
chris107: "And I must try."
Smon: "...This could be the same blades!"
Smon: She shows a picture - it depicts in stylised form a greatsword, a longsword & a shortsword, all burning.
Smon: ooc stopping soon
chris107: Yeah, it's getting late.
chris107: Hakeem looks at the pictures in wonder.
Smon: "This could be just what you need to stop the First King!"
Smon: ok will stop there
