5/3/47 Dinner with Jana Vex
12/3/47 Rest & Train completed
13/3/47 Talk w Vuthrik & Jana, Jana says going to Cedarwade soon (fall of Kainos 3/4/47).
16/3/47 armour ready
17/3/47 Mordred & Zagaar head for Stonehell
XP +305
Total 305+2145=2450/2700
8:06pm 2017-9-21 chris107 Has entered the room
8:06pm 2017-9-21 Smon Has entered the room
8:07pm 2017-9-21 Prince Skylio Has entered the room
chris107: Evening
Smon: last session http://smons.blogspot.co.uk/2017/09/level-3-3347-nightshadow-lucretia.html
chris107: Ah, yes. We are heading back to town to get our rewards and check out the spell book?
Smon: GM: Yes
Prince Skylio:
Smon: You can escort Lady Lucretia back to Selatine & claim your reward while Sandro delivers his stick.
chris107: Cool
chris107: Mordred berates Sandro for his lack of work ethic
Smon: Skipping forward a couple days... Once you reach the port town of Selatine the mysterious stranger Nightshade claims his reward from Lucretia then takes ship north. You can't help feeling there was something a little... sinister... about that man.
chris107: Deffo
Smon: Lady Lucretia gives you each a fat bag of coin (+100gp each)
chris107: noice
Smon: Lady Jana Vex thanks you for saving her ally Lucretia of Rallu, whose great three-masted galleon sits at anchor at the Selatine docks.
Prince Skylio: welcome mon
chris107: Mordred gives a florid bow of acceptance
Smon: The shapely Jana seems stamped from similar mould to Lucretia, at least in form, but is known to be a competent Priestess of Mitra.
chris107: "If we may be of any further assistance?"
Smon: Jana: "You are welcome to stay at my Hall, good sirs." She looks to Mordred. "Yes indeed! When you are recovered from your recent exertions..."
Smon: "...There is a task you could help us with. I hear you are Adventurers, well used to delving dank holes..."
chris107: "A good bed would not go amiss. Perhaps you have a stable where my friend could stay?"
Prince Skylio: Zagaar reflects on Berta. "you could say that.."
chris107:
chris107: "Why we have had some success in that department, yes."
Smon: Selatine - https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiY-tTN1-PGpWJO8KgigZ1cDvmsGs0rog9tiSyFGd8HMxzL-zlaw1hkSrL9wyT0RhJlYHQDqtUFNQMm8SaqReqrkm6vlQrscQu4dabXzZodW6vMaB9W2lV2n3rp6n9vSn3WU2XFgtoz0mU/s400/Selatine.png - you are at Vex villa.
chris107: Mordred marvels at the wonders of modern plumbing.
Smon: Lady Jana nods. "We have stables, but both of you are welcome in my Hall. We have plenty of private rooms here."
chris107: "You are most gracious."
Prince Skylio: "Stable is good for me."
Smon: Vex Villa is an odd place. The architecture seems strange, the angles not quite right, as if built by a subtly inhuman hand. Beyond the slightly crooked doorway are passages, not of the ivory coloured stone that coats the exterior of the villa, but of a silvery metal.
chris107: "Thank you. A week to rest and study my new book would be most welcome."
Smon: Jana regards Zagaar with puzzlement. "As you prefer."
Smon: She nods to two warriors standing near her - a shapely raven-haired female and a tall, dark & muscular man. "This is Epicaste & Vuthrik, my captains, both lately of Thracia. Vuthrik may wish to discuss matters with you."
chris107: "I should inform the royal sheepherder my lady..."
Smon: Jana looks puzzled. "Oh?"
Prince Skylio: "what's the deal"
chris107: "My Lady Epicaste, Master Vuthrik."
chris107: "Nothing my lady. You were saying?"
Smon: They nod cordially. Epicaste wears archaic bronze harness, Vuthrik is lightly armoured with a skull emblemed belt buckle.
Smon: Jana: "For now, let us eat."
Prince Skylio: "thank god"
Smon: She claps her hands and servants bring a sumptuous repast, far exceeding the fare of Bratanis. Especially if you like fish.
chris107: Mordred delicately samples the dishes on offer and samples small amounts of wine.
Prince Skylio: Z takes a tray of fish for himself and starts tucking in
chris107: "Ah, Fish! Yummers. My favourite."
Prince Skylio: "good *burp* shit"
Smon: At dinner you note that Lady Jana seems to have eyes only for a young initiate of Mitra, Opara.
chris107: (That will happen after Rey and Captain Harcourt have been with a girl... )
Smon: Lucretia & Brionny eat at high table, you eat with the warriors, including the Alces brothers who fought beside you to rescue Lucretia.
Smon: (Jana has had so much bad luck with men...)
chris107: Mordred resents been sat with the common herd but says nothing.
Prince Skylio: "So Jana, you got any sausage for this feast? Or is that not really your style?"
Smon: The warrior Vuthrik eats heartily at low table with you.
Smon: Zagaar calls over to the Lady.
Smon: CHA check
chris107: Mordred winces at the words Low and Table
Prince Skylio rolls 1d20-2 and gets: 4, (-2) = 2
chris107:
Prince Skylio:
Prince Skylio: back to cabbage lady
chris107: Such a charmer. Art reflecting life?
Smon: Lady Jana pointedly ignores uncouth Zagaar. Vuthrik: "Better mind your tongue, orc."
Prince Skylio: "sorry i'm just hungry"
chris107: "So, Vuthrik, how do you like the fish?"
Smon: Vuthrik chows through a Winedark Windtail, a fat blue fish.
Smon: "Good..."
chris107: "A fine table indeed. You are not native to selantine?"
Smon: Vuthrik swallow, quaffs some Ouzo. "No. I am last of the Deathwalkers. A dead race."
Smon: "I was saved from the Lizard Men by the Heroes, Hakeem and Shieldbiter the Dragonborn."
Smon: "Lady Vex has given me a new life. Now I serve her."
chris107: "My, that is a story to be told around the hearth for many years I am sure."
chris107: "Lady Vex hinted at some mission...."
Smon: A buxom brunette maid clears your plates. One of the Smith Alces brothers calls out to her: "Ho, sister! Have you met our battle companions?"
Smon: The shapely Alces wench shakes her head, regarding the two of you curiously.
Prince Skylio: "Evening love"
chris107: Mordred's cheeks go a little purple.
chris107: "Madam."
Smon: Vuthrik nods. "Aye, disturbing signs from our western border - hob-nailed boots... hobgoblins..."
Smon: The wench giggles. "Hi there! I'm Cleo."
Smon: Cleo Alces https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkwEI2D-OFR7zHa5Hz7mkuuCtURBtNUL0ODsaJmHTqD3Y5sSr3ZjViUNBGmuWFWVpS51RbTndMzd5PvLZdozWFnyxv4WORIp-d9Us8mDEzFpSslyf8iwDh6tddC_YLy0cSFRjQVNE962w/s400/123_14.jpg
chris107: "Foul beasts. And Hobgoblins you say?"
Smon: Selatine has the bustiest broads in all Ghinaria
chris107: "Zagar, do not stare so. It is uncooth."
Prince Skylio: "I'm Zagaar and my pussy friend here is Mordred" he gestures toward the ornathologist weirdo in the corner
Smon: Medus Alces is a bit drunk on Ouzo. "These two cut through the Brigands like wildfire! You should have seen Zagaar's hammer at work, sister... why twas almost as fine as our own blows!"
chris107: "So.... Hobgoblins to the North?" Mordred studiously ignores his stinky comrade.
Smon: Cleo smiles back: "Hello Zagaar... Are you a half-orc?"
Prince Skylio: "half orc half black guy" he winks
chris107: "More than half." Says M under his breath
Smon: Vuthrik: "To the west... in the hills eight miles west of here is a gorge, where once the Kings of Nerath built a prison, they say. The place has long been a nest for goblins and such... but now Hobgoblins."
Smon: Zagaar can attempt a CHA check, he has to get lucky some time surely!
Prince Skylio rolls 1d20-2 and gets: 11, (-2) = 9
chris107: "That sounds like just our thing does it not Zagaar? ZAGAAR!"
Smon: Well at least he doesn't vomit on her...
Prince Skylio: "uuuuuuh yeah i suppose so"
chris107:
Prince Skylio: haha
Smon: Cleo grins: "Bring me a nice gold treasure from the Dungeon Mr Zagaar!"
Smon: She sashays off to attend to the other guests & retinue.
Prince Skylio: "no worries"
chris107: "Any gold we find will be spent on useful things like swords and armour."
Smon: GM: Move on 1 week?
Prince Skylio: "stop being a bitch"
chris107: Mordred purses his lips and scowls after the brazen, gold digging trollop.
Prince Skylio: yes
chris107: Chance to read the spell book?
Smon: GM: You rest up, Mordred studies the book, and you train with Vuthrik & Epicaste.
Smon: yes
chris107: "Interesting techiques, not seen sword work like that before."
Smon: Epicaste smiles: "These are drills of ancient Thracia, a thousand years before your birth!"
Smon: "Did I tell you how I slumbered for centuries in frozen ice, before awakened by the touch of Hakeem..."
chris107: Mordred is intrigued to learn about these ancient customs. Even in the north the name of ancient Thracia is spoken with awe.
Smon: Epicaste looks strangely familiar https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgN7jq7lJHhmUfqNzxMpMumOg6wA99oOGjOT342qzzPMVB3Z5NuQOWbTkxSn6996GglWOy40BKj7Am-aKH6qjdwSBiQNdJkjlcEv4J0buSFsjOyWnq8l_DqVc7pnaIIhuoB2rhcY6IcixE/s320/0+Epicaste.jpg
chris107: "Hakeem, now he sounds like a proper man. Just the kind of fellow you want about i a time of war."
Smon: "Yes, these are the battle techniques of the Golden Falcons!"
Smon: Epicaste nods: "They say soon he will face the Warbringer in the final battle, to decide the fate of the Cosmos!"
chris107: "Golden falcons? You have interests in Ornathology my lady? "
Prince Skylio: Zagaar farts loudly.
chris107: "Oh my! How exciting! I'm sure he will give this Warbringer fellow a proper thrashing!"
Smon: Epicaste: "We were the elite agents of King Agamemnos. Almost a millenium ago, I think."
Smon: She gives Zagaar a dirty look.
chris107: m enjoys the training and history lesson.
chris107: At nights he curls up with his new book and it's lights out by 10PM.
Prince Skylio: Zagaar retires to the stables to eat cockroaches and masturbate.
chris107: Then we prepare to do war upon Hobgoblins
Smon: Epicaste is well skilled with the shortsword, Vuthrik with the spear, and you learn a few tricks.
Smon: OOC AIR the book is the Septimus Severius with spells of level 1-7.
Smon: Did I give you any notes on it?
chris107: That sounds familiar
chris107: Just the name
Smon: "Septimus Severian - Enchantments of the 7 Ranks of Magicke"
Smon: Guess it's time for some rolls then...
Smon: my phb has vanished
chris107: have ours here
Smon: ok got it
Smon: level 1 spells roll 2d4
chris107 rolls 2d4 and gets: 1, 3, = 4
Smon: 4
Smon: ok roll d31 x4
chris107 Rolls 1d34x4 and gets:
14 = 14
26 = 26
8 = 8
14 = 14
Smon: Grease, Sleep, Disguise Self, roll again
chris107 rolls 1d34 and gets: 6
Smon: OOC make a note the book is "Septimus Severian - Enchantments of the 7 Ranks of Magicke"
Smon: Comprehend Languages
chris107: excellent! Taht can be learned as a ritual?
Smon: Mordred cannot comprehend the higher level spells yet
chris107: Having pen melt down here. I'll copy from the log in the morning.
chris107: "Very useful stuff this, Zagaar. If you left the sheep alone for 5 minutes you may learn something."
chris107: Can M learn the CL as a ritual?
Smon: GM There don't seem to be any rules for Eldritch Knights learning spells so I'll rule casting INT check vs DC 11 per spell.
Prince Skylio: "Simmer down Mordred I think I've got carpal tunnel in my right wrist after last evening"
Smon: If you make check you can master the spells.
chris107:
chris107: Okay, in the order written above
Smon: OOC My typing fingers are really sore, I think it's viking claw hand :\
chris107 Rolls 1d20+3x4 and gets:
2 (+3) = 5
11 (+3) = 14
3 (+3) = 6
13 (+3) = 16
Prince Skylio:
chris107: Comp Lang and Sleep?
Smon: yup
chris107: Comp Lang was the one he was really after.
chris107: so
Smon: Sleep is v good if you don't have already
chris107: Can M commission a special wrapping and satchel to contain his precious book?
chris107: in the week we are waiting?
Smon: sure
chris107: With sailcloth and suchlike waterproof lining?
chris107: Oilcloth.
Smon: The Alces bros knock you up a waterproof oilcloth satchel
Smon: 4gp
chris107: He would like it making out of soft leather and have a clasp with an M on it.
Smon: np
chris107:
Smon: /roll d6
Smon rolls 1d6 and gets: 1,
Smon: Vuthrik has been out scouting the wilderness west of Selatine.
chris107: M will exercise Misha each day too.
Smon: He comes back ok with a worried look. "Definitely hob-boots... and goblins too. They must be planning something, but we have too few men to march on them. Bring us ears and the Lady will pay a good bounty."
chris107: "Any sign of those beastly Hobgoblins? I'm eager to set steel to the rotters."
Smon: "Not seen any, just the tracks. Small groups, two to five I'd say."
chris107: "Zagaar! Fetch the verminator! We have work to do."
chris107: Mordred sneaks a peek at Z's ears. Wondering..."
Prince Skylio: "the verminator is always ready to claim the lives of scum who would oppose it's supreme justice"
Smon: Vuthrik: "The Lady Jana would like to see you before you go. In the Temple of Mitra."
chris107: "But of course. This way Zagaar. " M marches off smartly
Prince Skylio: Z spots Mordred's eyes twitch "go near my ears and i'll feed your genitals to the kobold we met."
Prince Skylio: "let's go..."
Smon: GM: At the Temple of Mitra a sermon is just finishing, the lovely Jana preaching to mostly the older women of Selatine about the Light of Mitra.
Smon: Her assistant Opara Kakas is waving the incense around enthusiastically.
chris107: Mordred is not keen on Mitra, the Lion or any type of cat come to that. But he holds his own council.
Smon: Among the mostly female supplicants you see the Alces brothers and white-bearded Happy Iocunnu, new manager of the Selatine Inn.
Smon: Jana nods to you as you enter, and finishes up. "...So mote it be. Go in Mitra's Light."
chris107: Mrdred wonders at the scum they ket into their churches. In Valon religion is for the gentry.
Prince Skylio: Z smiles at her then glances away. "lesbo" he murmers under his breath
Smon: As the crowd of black-shawled grannies lets out, Jana comes over to you, her white and gold priestess' robes straining to hold the rounded glories within. "Greetings" she smiles.
Prince Skylio: "hi"
chris107: Mordred's trade mark florid bow... "My Lady. A wonderful and inspiring sermon."
Smon: "Vuthrik tells me you will assist us. I have been researching the ancient prison in the Shrine records..."
Prince Skylio: "what of it"
Smon: Jana smiles delightedly at Mordred's compliment. "Thank you very much! I try to serve Mitra as best I may."
chris107: "Don't let Zagaars foolish looks put you off, he is a fierce warrior.£"
Smon: She turns to Zagaar. "The accounts say it was built more than 300 years ago, by a Vizier to the then King of Nerath. There are dark rumours that he used the inmates for ...experiments. They came to call it Stonehell."
chris107: "He will be smashing Hobgoblin skulls before you can say mitra's Blessings!"
Smon: She nods. "I believe it."
Prince Skylio: "sounds interesting enough"
chris107: A shudder runs down Mordred's spine. Some avareistic fear of the name StoneHell?
chris107: t
Smon: "The records are unclear, but it seems at last the Vizier was overthrown, the experiments ended. Still, few prisoners were liberated from the deeps. Some say they still dwell there, just as the Deathwalkers dwelt in fallen Thracia."
chris107: "Just the kind of thing we are looking for!"
Smon: "There are many, many such ruins in these parts, and this one was little remarked on for centuries. But with the destruction of Dyson's Delve, it seems perhaps the creatures of darkness have migrated north?"
chris107: "Then let us go forth and drive out this evil my ugly friend?"
chris107: "One thing, my Lady. I don't suppose you have any plate armour laying around? This old chainmail is falling off me."
Smon: "You heard how the great beast Dyson has arisen from the depths of his Delve, to join Hakeem against the Black Sun? Soon I must lead my men north to assist Lord Hakeem. I do not wish these hobgoblins to trouble Selatine in our absence. If you can deal with them I should be *most* grateful."
chris107: "We are your men, lady Vex. rely on us!"
Smon: Jana looks thoughtful. "I do believe we have a bronze harness that could be fitted to you, good sir."
chris107: "You would have my gratitude along with my service. M'Lady."
Smon: Jana smiles. "Go see Piergeron Alces, the Smith. He can assist."
chris107: M does so. With a further low bow.
Prince Skylio: "The Verminator may have received minor denting from pulverizing the skulls of those who oppose me. Any suggestions on where it could be refined to it's former glory"
Smon: GM: Piergeron, the father of the Alces brothers, is busy at his forge.
Smon: http://vignette2.wikia.nocookie.net/colms-campaign-world/images/9/97/Gregor.jpg/revision/latest?cb=20150515123328
Smon: "Yer hammer is dented, aye? Give it here!"
chris107: "Hail Mighty Smith! I come from lady Vex begging a favour."
Smon: Alces listens. "The Bronze harness! Aye, we can fit you.."
Prince Skylio: OOC reminds me of an older version of the smith from Dark Souls if you've played it https://www.google.co.uk/search?q=dark+souls+blacksmith&client=firefox-b-ab&dcr=0&source=lnms&tbm=isch&sa=X&ved=0ahUKEwjF1O2Xm7fWAhXSZlAKHcC6DhMQ_AUICigB&biw=1366&bih=659#imgrc=FB1LSM-1cu_jDM:
Smon: His wiry daughter Benla brings the bronze half plate http://img03.deviantart.net/f404/i/2008/298/2/6/smith_girl_by_benlo.jpg
Prince Skylio: Z hands over The Verminator
Smon: It will need refitting for Mordred's rather slender torso.
chris107: "Thank you good sir. Perhaps for a suitable price you could fashion an owl upon the breastplate?
Smon: The smiths take Mordred's measurements.
Smon: Benla: "I'll do you a fine owl!"
chris107:
Smon: Alces: "Sure... twenty gold."
chris107: "A new satchel and some owly armour, Zagaar. Selantine seems to be the place where things start picking up for us!"
Smon: "Mind ye, this armour is still the Lady's property. Take good care of it."
chris107: "Done!"
Smon: It's like Disneyworld for PCs.
Prince Skylio: "how can your owl fly with armour on genius"
chris107: "Why of course. Thank you."
chris107:
chris107: "Oaf." he sneers at Zagaar
Smon: OOC I guess I deliberately make Selatine the PC-friendly "newbie town"
Smon: All dungeons graded to your capabilities.
chris107: Works for me. Though M & Z have a good few sessions under their belts now?
Smon: Alces: "Can you wait three days? Want to do a good job on this."
Smon: GM OOC This will be bronze half plate AC 15+DEX max +2
chris107: "Erm I think so. When does Lady Vex go to be with this man-God, Hakeem?"
chris107: Cool
chris107: Takes him to 19 with shield
Smon: yup
chris107: 24 with Shield spell
Smon: Alces shrugs: "Within the week, I think. The Ghinarian Lords gather at Cahli. My sons march with her, but I'll be staying here. Too old for war."
chris107: He will practice his ritual magic with the CL over the next few days too
Smon: "They say Hakeem plans to crush the Black Sun, once and for all."
chris107: "he does sound like a fine fellow. As her ladyship goes to war, we shall go fettle these Hobgoblins."
Smon: GM: The next 3 days pass swiftly. You see the Selatine men being trained by Vuthrik & Epicaste, some of the young women as Slingers by Aya the Shepherdess.
chris107: (OOC did she get the +1 sling bullets Hakeem left for her?)
Smon: 16/3/47 Mordred's armour is ready.
Smon: It looks *fabulous*
chris107:
chris107: And goes so well with his charming new satchel
Smon: The fierce owl in bas-relief on the bronze breastplate.
Smon: (presumably)
Prince Skylio: "gay"
chris107: "Zagaar, don't get your grubby finger marks near my new stuff."
chris107: He tips the smith a further 5GP. "Excellent work my friend!"
Smon: Piergeron Alces smiles proudly. "It will do ye well. I fitted it just right..."
chris107: "Yes, it is rather colourful, Zagaar."
Smon: Mordred finds the armour fits like a second skin.
Smon: SA: No disad on Stealth checks
chris107: He is well pleased with his time in Salantine
Smon: (make a note, I'll forget)
chris107:
Prince Skylio: "Congratulations Mordred. Fortunately the leggings protect your delicate vagina"
chris107: M scowls at the rough Orc
Smon: Piergeron: "You Orcs have strange Tongue."
Prince Skylio: "your women say that too"
chris107: Mordred dies of shame
Smon: "Hmmph. Word has come from the West, that Berta the Vast of Bratanis misses her lover..."
Smon: Piergeron seems unfazed by Zagaar.
Smon: "Do not keep such a flower waiting too long."
Smon: OOC go to 11pm ok?
chris107: Mordred shudders at the rememberence of the fat slag.
chris107: Yeah, 11 cool, just need 2 mins though.
Prince Skylio: "My nostrils long for the scent of her dripping cabbage"
Smon: "Her cabbage will be wilted by now. Unless she has planted it in fresh earth."
chris107: Mordred dies again
Smon: /roll d8
Smon rolls 1d8 and gets: 4,
Smon: GM: 17/3 The rainy season has passed early, and it's a fine sunny morn as you prepare to leave Selatine.
chris107: M breaths deep of the fresh air. Until it is spoiled by Zagaar's rancid odour.
Smon: Aya the Shepherdess comes to offer guidance. "The Stonehell lies in a box canyon in the cliffs, eight miles west of here. A ruined wall bars the eastern approach, it should be easy enough to find."
Smon: "Look out for the bear, Coal is his name. A fine beast, oft he has protected travellers and wanderers in those parts."
chris107: "Come my horrid friend, though the sheep of Selatine will grieve, we must be away."
chris107: "A bear, you say?£"
Smon: Aya's giant shephound has warded her sheep from Zagaar's tender ministrations.
Smon: Aya nods. "Yes, I have met him, more than once. Give him food and he's your friend for life!" she smiles.
Smon: "And he hates Goblins and evil things..." She looks doubtfully at Zagaar.
Prince Skylio: "that bear is not getting any of my food."
chris107: Thank you."
chris107:
Smon: "You may find wild goats in the region, deer and other game. It is too far from Selatine for our shepherds to graze, and too dangerous."
chris107: "Thank you Lady Aya"
Smon: "An occasional wolf, but the great Hyenas and Tigers of the hills are rarely seen on the Plain."
Prince Skylio: "Thank you Aya. Could you lend us a sheep to guide our path? The journey is long and full of perils."
chris107: (OOC found some great art on the web of Altani hunting tigres)
Smon: Aya nods. "I should get back to training the girls. Few enough of them are good with the stone... a sheep?"
Smon: Zagaar can make CHA check
Prince Skylio: "They are excellent navigators."
chris107: For the third time, Mordred curls up and dies
Prince Skylio rolls 1d20-2 and gets: 11, (-2) = 9
Smon: "I am sworn to protect the Lady's flock... I am sorry, I can spare none. Just go due west, skirting the south edge of the woods until you near the western cliffs. Pass through a mile or so of scrub forest and you will find it."
chris107: "Yes, stop bothering the lady's livestock and let's be about our business."
Prince Skylio: "Understandable. Alas gentleman, our quest for mutton chops is at a loss" Zagaar has forgotten the task at hand.
chris107: He bows an especially florid bow and bids Aya farewell.
chris107: "Oh! Follow me you dim brute!"
Smon: Aya curtsies gracefully, matching Mordred's bow.
chris107: OOC - stock up on rations etc first.
Prince Skylio: Zagaar follows while daydreaming of lamb koftas & tazkiki dip.
Smon: Aya: "Good luck! We may be gone when you get back - Lord Shieldbiter is calling the hosts to Cahli."
chris107: M releases Misha to scout ahead as usual.
chris107: "Good luck in the war!"
Smon: Aya nods gratefully. You head out of Selatine, past fields and sheep-grazed meadows.
chris107: "Best keep away from wars Zagaar, nasty business."
Smon: Many, many beautiful sheep.
Prince Skylio: Z's hand trembles upon the verminator as he notices Misha released in to the open air. Another feathery piece of rodent scum to one day be eliminated.
Smon: Such fine fluffy wool.
chris107:
chris107:
Smon: You head west across the Selatine plain - https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0EAbVjvmw_RuuRQVbGfScdl0M27KDmwiDsD16ZERrn2t0Xv3EAzbgudORglrruVt8deaKSVMO92inxqjUdsMRynHwFXyvuBwzUJnp5VdeCWiEcsKJc5zDmYVUmLFB8FdJhHOWQmV02pM/s640/Selatine+Area.jpg
Smon: Nearly three hours of travel and it's close to noon when you see the western cliffs ahead.
Smon: Passing through scraggly scrub forest, you soon spot a gap in the cliffs...
Smon: /roll d6
Smon rolls 1d6 and gets: 1,
chris107: Got you
Smon: Nothing menaces you as you approach along a game-track, and see ahead the ancient Nerathi wall spanning the east end of the box canyon from n to s.
Smon: Two great gaps appear in the wall towards n and s ends, while the central gatehouse seems largely intact.
chris107: Misha gracefully swoops around looking for trouble
Smon: Rabbits scatter in panic as Misha swoops by.
Smon: The hot noon sun beats down overhead.
Smon: Misha reports that beyond the ruined wall are the remains of ruined and overgrown buildings in the canyon.
Prince Skylio: Z drools over the fleeing rabbits "i'm too hungry to chase them"
chris107: OOC Can Misha catch a rabbit for our lunch?
Smon: At the far end of the canyon are several caves, a waterfall and a large central doorway.
Smon: make an attack roll for Misha
chris107 rolls 1d20 and gets: 16,
Smon: Misha returns proudly hauling a large juicy rabbit.
Smon: stop there?
chris107: "Thank you Misha. I'm sure Uncle Zagaar vwould like to say thank you for his lunch too?"
chris107: Yup, that's grand thanks Simon
Prince Skylio: Yeah thank you
chris107: Say thank you Misha, bitch!
Smon: OOC I decided Stonehell worked well near Selatine.
Smon: You can never have too many megadungeons eh.
Prince Skylio: "You're dessert" he glares at the owl and snatches the rabbit.
chris107: I have heard of it. Big rapan Athuk style dungeon?
Smon: yup
Smon: I have both books of it
chris107:
chris107: Soon get to levl 4 now!
Smon: Looks very nice, easy to run
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