31/7/47 Sandor leaves Carchimish, goes to Highhaven with amazons, spends a week with Laurana
6/8/47 Hakeem sails for Isle of Dread
7/8/47 Hakeem arrives Arrives, stranded.
8/8/47 Sandor leaves Highhaven. Drops in at the Citadel of Water then north via Bratanis to Ahyf
9/8/47 Hakeem receives Sending from Ernsorn Blue
10/8/47 (afternoon) Lord Bronze's ship arrives at IoD from Nerra
11/8/47 (afternoon) Hakeem is dropped off in Selatine by King Regent Bronze. Plans to head north from there, giving the armour & sword of Bondorr to Aeanor at Anatal. Hakeem speaks to Jana Vex. 12/8/47 Hakeem heads out of Selatine.
13/8/47 Hakeem arrives in Ahyf, meets Sandor?
Hakeem's immediate plan is to slip north by circuitous routes to Anatal. There he will leave the Armour and Sword of Bondorr behind with Aenor whom he trusts. The work he has in mind would make him an unfit Champion. He will take up Bloodletter and disappear into the Wilderlands for a time. another nameless Barbarian...
4:47pm 2018-2-06 Smon Has entered the room
Smon: Hi chris
chris107: Good afternoon, Simon
Smon: OK the little fishing boat sails swiftly east...
chris107: So Father Synjyn and Tamara are coming to the Isle of Dread?
chris107: (Short rest for Hakeem first?)
Smon: Only Tamara, Synjyn is too frail.
Smon: 95 mile trip so takes over a day
chris107: Okay, cool
Smon: You get an overnight rest so 20 hp back as well as SR spending healing dice
chris107: 4 healing dice please.
chris107 rolls 4d12+28 and gets: 2, 2, 2, 12, (+28) = 46
Smon: 7/8/47: Approaching the Isle of Dread next morning your lookout calls out "Ship Ahoy!"
chris107: 324/325HP
Smon: Gimme a DEX+Prof roll Hakeem DC 12
chris107: (Barbarian advantage?)
Smon: no that's for Saves
chris107 rolls 1d20+8 and gets: 7, (+8) = 15
chris107: okay.
Smon: Hakeem comes on deck in time to see the great dark bulk lift off from the distant ship, flying north-east towards the island.
chris107: Shieldbiter?
Smon: It looks the size of a wyvern - a Royal Wyvern... As your little boat draws nearer over long minutes, Hakeem can make out the familiar lines of the ship, Sarene's flagship Lady Spite.
Smon: Tamara: "Well she got here fast...."
chris107: "The Jackles are gathering."
Smon: Your ship captain, a grizzled veteran, looks nervously to Hakeem. "They must have heard, be after the dragon's treasure. She likely has over a hundred reavers on that ship..."
Smon: Roll Perception WIS+Prof
Smon: /roll d8
Smon rolls 1d8 and gets: 3,
chris107 rolls 1d20+6 and gets: 17, (+6) = 23
Smon: DC 15
Smon: Through the spray of breakers, Hakeem sees the Royal Wyvern fly into a massive sea cave in cliffs on the south side of the island.
Smon: On the rugged heights above are the tumbled remnants of what was once a vast Ghinoran temple complex, now ruined and overgrown with vines.
chris107: "Thievery to dd to the list of charges."
Smon: The Lady Spite appears to have set anchor, a safe distance offshore.
chris107: "Can you take me in, Captain?"
Smon: The old sailor looks nervous. "Not into that cave - there are rocks, there, just beneath the surface..."
Smon: "You could likely get in with a ship's boat. Or that old temple likely has a harbour, somewhere round the island, where we might set ashore."
Smon: roll WIS+prof
chris107 rolls 1d20+6 and gets: 9, (+6) = 15
Smon: exactly pass
chris107:
Smon: Hakeem can tell the old geezer isn't keen on getting any closer to the Lady Spite.
Smon: The lookout calls down: "Capn, looks like there might be a landin' spot further east, round that outcrop!"
chris107: Lower me the ships boat with plenty of food and water then get back to Seletine if you can. Tell Lady Vex what has happened.
Smon: Tamara: "Your Majesty! We can't leave you here!"
chris107: "Or drop me there. But you must get back to land and safety."
Smon: GM: It looks like the quickest approach would definitely be to row the ship's boat in.
chris107: "Make sure news of this get's back to Janna Vex and eventually to Nerra. "
Smon: Captain: "You reckon those pirates will give you a lift home, Majesty?"
chris107: Hakeem will row the provisioned ships boat in.
chris107: "I think I will die here but word of their treachery must not go untold."
Smon: They somewhat reluctantly lower the tiny ship's boat, with packs of iron rations and Hakeem begins to row for the cave, into the heavy swell and crashing waves around the bitter rocks of Matriarx's lair...
Smon: roll Athletics DC 18... oh yeah you auto pass.
chris107:
chris107: (I really didn't rate that as a level 18 ability at first. How wrong was I?)
Smon: Pulling manfully, Hakeem oars the wave-tossed little boat into the cave - just as the massive Royal Wyvern flies out, yards above his head.
chris107: Can I jump onto it?
Smon: Surely they can't have time to seize all the treasure? Looking up, Hakeem sees what must be Sarene & Shieldbiter...
Smon: ok about 20' up, you are sitting at oars in rocking boat... I'm not seeing it.
chris107: They don't deserve one piece of the treasure, the thieving, cowerdly scum!
Smon: If you were already standing, maybe.
chris107: That treasure belongs to the victims!
chris107: Okay so I've been set up right royaly.
Smon: The wyvern flies out, making for the Lady Spite.
chris107: Hakeem is fuming. He was going to ask Shieldbiter to go before the council to explain his actions.
chris107: Now he has sealed his doom.
Smon: What are you doing
chris107: "I WILL KILL YOU AND THAT BITCH! YOU COWARDLY, THIEVING SCUM!"
Smon: roll CHA+Prof DC 22
chris107 rolls 1d20+8 and gets: 10, (+8) = 18
chris107: "GRRRRRRRRR!"
Smon: The Wyvern wheels around, returning in your direction, piloted by SB.
Smon: He puts a gauntlete hand to his ear.
chris107: "FIGHT LIKE A MAN!"
chris107: "YOU ARE WITHOUT HONOUR! A COWARD AND A SNEAKTHIEF!"
Smon: SB: "No. Your ship just left you! We're the only ones here! If you kill us all you'll die of hunger here!"
Smon: "I wasn't very sneaky!"
chris107: "I WOULD RATHER DIE THAN SINK AS LOW AS YOU!"
Smon: "I have a few magic items and a bit of gems... there's still hundreds of thousands of gold and thousands in gems there!"
chris107: "THE WORLD IS NOT BIG ENOUGH FOR YOU TO HIDE!"
Smon: "The magic items I took, you can't use them! You already have better stuff!"
chris107: "I DON'T GIVE A TOSS ABOUTTHE TREASURE!"
Smon: Sarene whispers in SB's ear.
chris107: "YOU DESERVE AND HAVE EARNED NOTHING!"
chris107: "I WILL DESTROY EVERYONE OF YOUR PEOPLE IF IT TAKES ME A HUNDRED YEARS! EVERY ONE!"
Smon: Sarene smiles and waves at Hakeem. "Goodbye Hakeem! Enjoy your vacation!"
chris107: "YOU BROUGHT DEATH UPON YOUR OWN PEOPLE, HID LIKE A SCARRED GIRL!"
Smon: SB: "Hope you turn into a dragon on that pile of treasure!"
chris107: Hakeem goes on in such a vein for some time before paddling hislittle boat ashore.
Smon: SB: "A hundred years? You're not going to survive that long!"
chris107: He waits for a sendingfrom Blue or Thuruar
Smon: The wyvern wheels away and flies over to the distant pirate galleon.
chris107: or the vein hope his brave little craft will make it back.
Smon: GM: OK, the Lady Spite departs.
chris107: Hakeem is raging.
Smon: Hakeem pulls his little boat into shore, amongst towering cyclopean stone pillars.
Smon: The acrid stench of Matriarx is still everywhere.
Smon: Beyond the shore and the pillars, a vast inner cave, Matriarx's lair, dotted with deep limestone sea-wells
Smon: Here and there are mounded vast piles of coins, silver and gold jewelry, scattered shining gems.
Smon: Still it seems somewhat picked-over.
chris107: Hakeem cares nothing for riches (Until level 18 he only ever had 10GP on his charachter sheet)
Smon: GM: You would have had a Sending yesterday from Ernsorn, likely a few days till he gets worried you're not back and Sends again (1 week LR)
chris107: He looks for a way to fashion a mast for his little boat, his new cloak will make a fine sail.
Smon: 5 in 6 some driftwood not acid-rotted yet
Smon: /roll d6
Smon rolls 1d6 and gets: 1,
Smon: You're in luck, a good sturdy brace of the right size, though attaching it to the rowboat without making a hole in the hull is another thing...
Smon: Hakeem not exactly a skilled carpenter.
Smon: (he ignores the treasure?)
chris107: He has water and rations, this set up may finish him off but he has steely resolve. If the worst comes to the worst he will stab hiself through the heart and let the gem take him to Bisgen. The Empire can go to Hell. Hakeem will have his revenge and it will be terrible!
Smon: Searching around in the vast sea cave, lit by the crackling sword of Bondorr, Hakeem eventually finds a narrow passage with stairs leading up to the open heights above.
chris107: Hakeem has interet only in vengeance now.
chris107: He will search in the hope of finding things that will 1) Aid his escape 2) Aid in his terrible vengeance.
chris107: Blood will flow for a hundred years and it will not be enough
Smon: GM: Up above, the vine-wrapped sandstone ruins of the fallen temple.
Smon: Two huge sandalled stone feet still stand amongst the wreckage, blocks of stone from what was once an enormous statute of a mighty bearded god flinging thunderbolts.
Smon: There are grasses, a few small scraggly trees, little more than bushes.
Smon: Even up here there is still the acrid Matriarx stench.
Smon: /roll d4
Smon rolls 1d4 and gets: 2,
chris107: Hakeem looks to gather fire wood and perhaps branches to make a shelter.
Smon: 2 days later, Hakeem finds a degree of shelter amidst the ancient ruins. The nights are warm enough. 2 days later he is still working on ways to brace the mast, and putting finisihing touches to a ragged canopy...
Smon: when he receives a Send from Ernsorn: "Does all go well?"
chris107: Hakeenm calmly tells him of the battle, the treachery and his plans to destroy the Dragon Dominion and the entire family line of Shieldbiter.
chris107: 25 words?
chris107: "On Isle of Dread, send fleet, don't trust Sarene or Shieldbiter. Scum! I shall have revenge on them all!"
Smon: (ok) Ernsorn Resends after a few minutes: "Lord Bronze has a Haran ship here at Nera. He'll come pick you up, he says."
Smon: OOC you don't really have a fleet, Sarene was your fleet...
chris107: Beware Pirates, Wyvern and Shieldbiter!"
chris107: OOC I won't make this mistake again.
chris107: The name Delmirev will be expunged from history.
chris107: Hakeem will now search the treasure for stuff that may help him.
chris107: It will be for others to to hold the world together now.
chris107: "LET THE WORLD TREMBLE AT HAKEEM'S ANGER!"
5:38pm 2018-2-06 genghisdon Has entered the room
genghisdon: EARLY START?
chris107: Hi Don
Smon: hi don
genghisdon: HI GUYS
Smon: No doing my game
chris107: No, I just got shafted right royaly.
genghisdon: oops!
genghisdon: please continue/escape chris
chris107: OOC - My game starting 19:30 GMT as usual. Bochi off doing Great Uncle stuff unforts
genghisdon: (yep...I'll leave you be then)
Smon: Treasure comprises 7,000 gp in gems
chris107: Just searching the treasure and hoping for rescue from the island Don. Killed the Dragon last night
Smon: 90,000 gp worth in platinum/plat jewelry
5:42pm 2018-2-06 genghisdon Has exited the room
Smon: 180,000 gp in gold, silver & gold/silver jewelry
Smon: 277,000gp total.
Smon: No magic items, unsurprisingly
Smon: /roll d20
Smon rolls 1d20 and gets: 10,
Smon: just made his navigation check
chris107: Hakeem will leave it all. As promised it will all go to the survivors and to rebuild Trade.
chris107: Hakeem has only one mission now. Vengeance.
Smon: The following afternoon Hakeem is atop his island when he sees a Nerathi schooner approaching from the west, the bronze hand of Hara on the sails.
Smon: Do you want to row out to them?
chris107: Once they see me, yes. He will inform them what has happened and suggest they load up with treasure to distribute to the needy.
Smon: GM: Hakeem rows out and leaps aboard; Rasgar Skarrison scoops up the rowboat with a boat hook.
Smon: Lord Bronze: "Congratulations on your great victory, your Majesty. All are celebrating the death of Matriarx."
Smon: The ship docks at an ancient crumbled quayside east of the sea cave.
chris107: "The victory means nothing."
chris107: "Those we trusted have prooved perfidious. They will die."
Smon: Bronze's men head up to find the steps down to the dragon lair.
chris107: "You and Minars will be joint regents. Look after Malenn and the boy as if they were your own."
Smon: Lord Bronze listens grimly, Rasgar appears to be stifling a slight smirk. Anna Bronze emerges from her cabin - looking seasick - and joins you on the quay.
Smon: Namelin strokes his short beard thoughtfully.
chris107: "This treasure is for the people."
Smon: "Your Majesty - Hakeem - may I speak freely?"
chris107: "You may."
chris107: "I am no longer your Majesty. I am Hakeem, The Avenger."
Smon: Bronze takes a breath. "Hakeem then. We all respect you, your leadership, what you have done for us. I took a great risk, to betray the Black Sun and pledge Hara to your cause... a decision I have never regretted."
Smon: "Minars is... he is a good warrior. And raider. But there is much bad blood between us.. between our peoples. We have fought the Black Sun together; won the peace, together. But without you... I do not think it can hold."
Smon: "If we are to be co-regents... What happens when we disagree?"
chris107: "Then it will fall into ruin. I care not. Betrayed by one I had called brother. I will not rest until he and all his family and works are as dust."
chris107: "Women shall weep in ten thousand years when they talk of my vengeance."
Smon: Anna Bronze looks incredulously at Hakeem. "You would throw it all away?! The empire we have built?! What of your son?!"
Smon: Namelin raises his hand to silence his half-sister.
chris107: "My son will grow into a fine man without an empire. I am done with so called civilisation."
chris107: "Three years ago I walked out of the Midnight Goddess hills with just my fathers sword. By my will has your empire come from the ruins of the Black Sun. You would all be but walking meat now, but for me."
Smon: Anna: "No!"
Smon: She looks furious, quivering with rage,
chris107: "Now I have broken the Black Sun, Slain their War God and Killed Ancient Matriarx for you."
Smon: "YOUR people would be walking meat! WE would be citizens of Neo-Nerath!"
chris107: "The rest should be easy."
chris107: "Ha! And you think you would have fared better. You did not ee the 'citizens' at Bisgen."
Smon: Namelin takes a step away from the angry Anna, as if Hakeem might strike her down.
chris107: "The treasure is yours, do with it as you will. Now get me back to land. I have an enemy to kill."
Smon: Anna: "You don't understand... maybe you are just a barbarian, after all. Was I wrong to persuade you to take the throne? You have to stay with us!"
Smon: Namelin: "Silence, woman!"
chris107: "Aye, I am a Barbarian. And an honest one."
Smon: Namelin nods to Hakeem. "I'll take you to the port of your choice. I'll tell Minars your decision, Hakeem."
chris107: "I have given all, taken little. And now stand betrayed."
Smon: Anna: "You chose a pirate to command your fleets! A dragon to guard your wealth!"
chris107: "Thank you. Your Majesty. Selatine would be a good place. It's where it all started after all."
Smon: Bronze motions to Rasgar, who puts a huge hand over Anna's mouth, silencing her.
Smon: "Selatine it is - a good port."
chris107: "God luck doing better, Anna. I admire your spirit. By Bondorr! If you were forty years younger! What a team we would have made!" He grins and laughs!
Smon: Namelin chuckles, seeing the first treasure-bearers descending to the quay.
Smon: OOC Anna is in the 20-something young half sister of Lord Namelin Bronze
chris107: (Oh I was thinking of the older one, Judy Dench?)
Smon: You rescued her from K'tulu cultists at Clear Meadows AIR
Smon: That's his mum, Llanet
Smon: her mum too
chris107: Ah yes! It's all a long time ago
Smon: Given she's a glamorous blonde too - though no warrior - perhaps instead of >>If you were forty years younger! << "if I were unmarried"?
chris107: Well that's it for the empire I guess. It can sink or swim with fate. Hakeem went from Barbarian to King. Time for a new chapter
Smon:
Smon: And Hakeem walks up the gangplank and into the pages of history...
chris107: He will grab a handfull of jewels and gold before setting off down the gang plank into Selatine and a new life.
Smon: OOC You're a fair bit ahead in the timeline tight now, so will pick up again later.
chris107: any XP to come?
chris107: He's almost at 50,000 and the +2 stat
Smon: (yeah, take 5000 XP) In Selatine, news from the north is that Sarene's entire fleet has abandoned Ahyf, along with all SB's lizardmen & dragonborn, and his wife and dragonlings.
Smon: Clearly they are heading elsewhere - and they definitely did not say where.
chris107: Hakeem really is going to hunt down every one of them.
chris107:
Smon: Should be a good ruck.
Smon: Watch out for those heavy ballistae!
chris107: It should. The differece is Hakeem really does not mind dying
Smon: SB definitely does!
chris107: The Delmirev Hold has plenty I hope. That's been burned first!
Smon: You can go there yup, will do another Hakeem session maybe Monday after next
chris107: Cheers Simon! I got well suckered there!
Smon:
Smon: HOw?
chris107: Yeah, Hakeem is free to build another legend
Smon: Bill wants to know
chris107: Monday's are usually great for me as Kyle works
Smon: I can do alternate Mondays nicely if I end swim by 6.30 (pool closed 6.30-8.30) so 7pm start looks best
Tuesday, 6 February 2018
Monday, 5 February 2018
To 6/8/47: Hakeem vs Matriarx (poor Kitty) - 33,000 XP
Malenn pregnant 3/8/47
Matriarx slain in the sea off Clear Meadows, 5/8/4447 BCCC. Head dragged ashore pre-dawn 6/8/47
Hakeem +33,000 XP & 3rd Epic Boon - Boon of Combat Prowess. Can turn a miss to a hit 1/SR
Father Synjyn offers to have one of the larger fishing vessels at Clear Meadows sail him to Isle of Dread - there are no shortage of volunteers for the God-Emperor... I mean King-Regent ... Sister Tamara asks to accompany him to catalogue what they find there, according to legend it was once a great temple of the Ghinarian people, indeed its loss to Matriarx almost two thousand years ago is said to have been the start of their decline.
chris107: I would have posted the overland route south, but it seems there are a lot of missing hexes!
chris107: goes from 12 or 13 to 23
Smon: We can start with you arriving back in Nerra?
chris107: If that's okay with you?
Smon: Well I can roll d6s for goblin warbands all night...
chris107: He will be looking for water breathing or flying potions every step of the way.
Smon: I think we can take it you make it safely home.
chris107: True
chris107: So Anatal/Jellystone Ford/Thuruar/Nerra?
Smon: You going overland, right? Or sea voyage to Nerra? The water's lovely this time of year...
Smon: Potion of Flying exists but has an official cost of 25,000gp!
chris107: Following the road east from Anatal and then up north to Jellystone then down to the temple of wisdom.
chris107: eek!
Smon: Potion of Water Breathing though is fine, you can get one from a wizard for 250gp or so.
Smon: Yeah, but from Zothay by ship south? Or overland?
chris107: Two perhaps, all wrapped up with waterproof stoppers and thick fleecy padded pouches.
chris107: By Athenian Owl I was hoping...
chris107: Anatal to Zothay via the Bellystone Ford is nigh a hundred miles. Though from here Thuruar could furnish magical aid and maybe gift an Owl of Athena to aid Hakeem in his flight south (Hakeem has restored Nera as Thuruar desired, increasing Athena’s power considerably) and make a sending to Malenn regarding her and the boy’s security. The flight would include a stop at the new capitol (to see how the patio is coming along) for a quick growl at any mice that may be thinking of playing while the wolf is away (and asking Ernesorn Blue to send to Sandor) then on to Kren’s Cairn. He will issue orders for heavy crossbow and ballista to be manufactured and set upon the walls in case Matriax comes agin them.
chris107: (Sorry for the wall of text)
Smon: Only the Clerics of Athena can ride the Sacred Owls, blasphemer! (Well Thuruar could give you a lift, but they're not that strong - so not very far)
Smon: Laurana did offer to give you some war griffon cubs if you got her missing amazons back from Badabaskor, so I feel Hakeem has only himself to blame for the lack of air transport.
chris107: Ah well. he's made a long detour for nothing then. He will set off by sea (with his potions safe)
Smon: GM: Am I right you made Ernsorn come north with your entourage?
chris107: Hakeem asked him to.
Smon: Ok. Anyway Thuruar (who she likes better) can Send to Malenn, she reports that everything is good in Nerra, they've been stripping the ivy off the walls and the new patio is coming along nicely.
chris107:
chris107: That's the hard part of the evening over with then.
Smon: "I have to say Altanian builders aren't the best... but Lord Bronze sent some of his men."
chris107: "Yes Dear..." Hakeem wonders about Malenn sometimes.
chris107: "But about your imminent death at the claws of an angry Dragon?"
Smon: Rem you only get 1 set of 25 words per Sending, it's not Skype!
Smon: Thuruar will burn through a few spell slots for his old mate...
chris107: haha that was ment to be a joke but I get what you're saying
chris107: "Be prepared to flee if Sandor comes for you. Take the boy go to Thuruar."
Smon: "We have doubled the sentries, Altani & Nerathi."
chris107: "Build ballista, Bye."
Smon: "I understand - but not by sea. Promise me you'll not get on a boat till this is over. And talk to Meda she knows everything"
Smon: 25 words!
chris107: Hakeen scratches his head at the ways of women!
chris107: But shelves his plans for a refreshing sea voyage.
Smon: Thuruar, of course, has had to relay all Malenn & Hakeem's words to each other.
Smon: He sighs.
chris107: "Blast! Thuruar. I could have just headed south from Anatal and saved days!"
Smon: Thuruar: "We can provide a brace of horses. You can cover a hundred miles a day."
Smon: He shrugs. "Well it was good to see you, old friend. Now do you need that gem altered, or not?"
chris107: "Thank you my friend. I must set off down the coast at first light."
chris107: "Let's not fiddle with it just now, Thuruar. I don't want it breaking at a bad time."
chris107: Is there a coastal crossing of the River Mageven?
chris107: Or must he go via the Bellystone Ford again to head south?
Smon: He nods. "As you wish... I'm afraid Bellystone is the only safe route from Zothay across the Mageven. The Arthiop Mud Flats are full of lizardmen, and worse."
chris107: maybe a ferry across 3612?
chris107: Then skirt the Damkina Bay?
chris107: If not Bellystone/Onhir
chris107: SW fork from Onhir and on south
Smon: Thuruar: "We can get you a boat to the Fogbound coast, there's an old wharf I know... You could pass through the forest to Onhir. The Eystones Jungle is full of Gnolls and hostile Elves, the Tristor - blood enemies of we Altanians."
chris107: 3114
8:29pm 2018-2-05 Sandor Sunneson Has entered the room
chris107: Then the Bellystone route it is.
chris107: Hi Fergus
Sandor Sunneson: in background mode only4
Smon: Thuruar nods. "It might take longer, but you'll avoid a likely fight or two..."
8:30pm 2018-2-05 Sandor Sunneson Has exited the room
chris107: "Thank you my friend. And thank you for the horses
8:30pm 2018-2-05 Sandor Sunneson Has entered the room
Sandor Sunneson: how's it going so far??
chris107: (Is there about 10 hexes missing on your maps too?)
Smon: GM: OK Hakeem listens to his much much wiser friends' advice and does not plunge into the monster-infested wilderness in search of a short cut (the way I'm wont to do - once took Bill & me an hour to go 100' through the marshes near Boganclogh)
Smon: No, I have the printout of the proper map beside me.
chris107: Hakeem wasted a few days on a journy east. But has scored a couple of water breathing potions)
chris107: OOC - So you know the SW fork from Onhir and where it comes out?
Smon: yup
Smon: You might find these useful - http://smons.blogspot.co.uk/2017/04/maps-of-central-wilderlands-valon-south.html
chris107: (Thank Athena for Thuruar's wisom )
8:32pm 2018-2-05 Sandor Sunneson Has exited the room
8:32pm 2018-2-05 Sandor Sunneson Has entered the room
chris107: I have the full set, just never thought to bring them up
chris107: The details on the smaller maps make them much more fun!
Smon: GM: 2 days to the elven city of Onhir, where they look disapprovingly at Thuruar's horses and give Hakeem faster, better, elf-bred ones.
chris107: Nice!
chris107: Then on to Nippura
chris107: "Thank you my Elf friends!"
chris107: (about 60 miles?)
Smon: You make the 150 miles to Nippuri in a single day's hard riding, though the horses you rode will need a week's rest - the other 3 can take you the 100 miles or so to Nerra in a day.
Smon: Pony Express eat your heart out.
chris107: That's great!
8:36pm 2018-2-05 Sandor Sunneson Has exited the room
8:36pm 2018-2-05 Sandor Sunneson Has entered the room
chris107: A very travel worn Hakeem arrives at Nerra!
Smon: The Nippuri Altanians are most happy to receive three of Prince Cuchulainn of Onhir's finest elven steeds... As the sun is setting behind him Hakeem comes riding into the city on the last and hardiest steed, his Queen, Malenn comes rushing out from the palace to meet him!
Smon: Beaming in joy she throws her arms around her mighty husband.
chris107: "Malenn!"
Smon: "Hakeem!"
chris107: "A boat would have been less painful on my arse."
Smon: Lips raised to kiss her beloved.
chris107: He hugs her joyfully
Smon: Malenn grins: "You are the Chosen of Bondorr, Hakeem! Your arse does not chafe!"
chris107: "Now, tell me what you know of the dragon?"
chris107: "Raise the council!"
chris107:
Smon: She glances at the assembling throng. "Or so they think... Yes, the dragon."
chris107: (Can I add a none chaffing arse to my character sheet?)
Smon: GM: Naw, just propaganda mate
chris107: Drat! Could have proved useful if long rides are needed again.
chris107: "My Lords, good folk of Nerra! I hear tell of peril?"
Smon: GM: It's a little early in the year for calling the Council, but you reckon they can be here in a week, giving you time to LR and get fresh, make other preparations.
chris107: H will settle for which ever members are present.
chris107: He has no time to wait!
chris107: A few days at most, to plan and prepare.
Smon: Hakeem's Council of the Wise - to Meet in Nerra M4 & M9 each year from M9 4447. Lady Meda of Thusia (Amazon/Viridian) Lord Krens of Krens' Cairn (Ghinoran-Tullan) Father Camus of Ahyf, Cleric of Thoth (Nerathi-Alryan) High Priest Larsonos of the Temple-Tomb of Belaras (Ghinoran) Lady Llanet Bronze of Hara (Nerathi-Alryan) Ranger Lord Tagoler of Castle Wode (Nerathi-Alryan) Ernsorn Blue of Seawolf (Altanian) Priestess Lilith of Athena (Ghinoran) General Kogol of the Renth Lands (Nerathi-Alryan) Aya the Shepherdess of Selatine (Ghinoran) Total 10: Amazon 1, Ghinoran 4, Nerathi 4, Altanian 1.
Smon: Lord Bronze & Ranger Lord Tagoler are the only ones nearby.
chris107: Bronze, Tagoler, Blue
chris107: Yup
Smon: You can get most of the local Altanian war chiefs in a couple days.
Smon: You left Ernsorn riding after you three days ago...
chris107: Then we meet at dawn two days hence!
Smon: He should be here with your escort in a couple days hopefully.
Smon: GM: OK you send out fast messengers.
chris107: (We must have been at cross purposes there, no probs)
Smon: Smon: GM: Am I right you made Ernsorn come north with your entourage? chris107: Hakeem asked him to. Smon: Ok.
chris107: Yeah, cossed wires, I thought you meant north to Nerra with Malenn, but no matter
chris107: H has a rare evening he can spend with Malenn & Hassan
chris107: He wants to gather as much information as he can on Matriax. Including why she has suddenly gone off on one.
Smon: GM: Fast riders go out that night, and three nights/two days later you have an arse-chapped Ernsorn, the local Altanian chiefs (& Wise Women if you let them in), and the Nerathi of Hara inc Lord Bronze, Anna Bronze, and Lady Llanet Bronze, still sturdy despite her years and looking only a little worse for her 55-mile ride east.
chris107: See if we can plot he attacks, see if there is a pattern. See if we can guess where will be hit next.
chris107: Hakeem trusts the wise women.
Smon: Lord Bronze smiles broadly. "Your majesty! Good to see you! All went well in the north? New cloak?"
chris107: He greats them all warmly but with the steal given by nessessity
chris107: "News of the North will have to wait my Lord. I hear catastrophy has struck?"
Smon: GM: Hakeem chivvies everyone into the great council hall of the imperial palace, a huge round marble table - newly cleaned & repointed - that was once the legendary Round Table of the Imperial Knights of Nerath.
chris107: "And thank you, the cloak is new."
Smon: Room for all to sit in a circle.
Smon: Anna Bronze: "It's lovely! Elven!"
chris107: "Yes, my Lady. You do look well."
chris107: H will stand to get everyone's undivided attention.
Smon: Kala Greywolf, Wisest of the Wise Women, enters at the head of the WWs and takes her seat, incling her head. "Your Majesty."
8:51pm 2018-2-05 Sandor Sunneson Has exited the room
chris107: "I received news that Matriax is at large and attacking our coastal towns at will."
Smon: They all sit & listen, about 20-22 of them.
Smon: Several nod.
chris107: "Kala, good to see you, please take a seat. Time is pressing."
chris107: "What other news do you have of this tradgedy. One at a time now."
Smon: Llanet Bronze: "Yes, indeed. Most strange. First, tales of a flying dragon man all around Vigil Sound, the Gedden Plain, the Korm Basin... now this."
chris107: "A flying Dragonman you say?"
Smon: Her son Lord Bronze smirks, clearly they have discussed this.
chris107: "Tell me all! I have no time for riddles!"
Smon: "Yes, golden, huge. Reported by the Rangers, by the fishermen, from Cahli... Flying all round.
Smon: Lord Bronze: "Shieldbiter. It must have been."
chris107: "Nerra is not too far from the Dragon's wrath that we can sit back!"
chris107: "Would he perhaps have been hunting for Matriax? But no. You said before she arrived?"
chris107: "Was he there at the fallof Trade?"
chris107: "Does he live?"
Smon: Lady Llanet inclines her head. "Apparently Lord Shieldbiter hired a ship in Ahyf to go to the Isle of Dread, slay Matriarx and take her treasure. The ship... did not return. But he returned to Ahyf a good few days later, exhausted from his long flight. By then the first ship debris had washed ashore. Then..."
Smon: "...It was after Shieldbiter had returned to Ahyf that the dragon destroyed Trade."
chris107: Hakeems fists crah down upon the ancient table in such fierce wrath!
chris107: "Surely he defended his people to the death?"
Smon: Llanet looks to her son, then back to Hakeem. "I hear the families of his lost crew were recompensed most handsomely."
Smon: Llanet and all but the sturdiest war chiefs flinched when Hakeem's fist pounded the Round Table of Nerra.
chris107: "That's it? He threw a few coins at the problem? Has he been managing the defence of the shore?"
Smon: Llanet shrugs. "Ahyf belongs to his vassal, the Baroness Sarene. I understand she is in charge of the coastal defences..."
chris107: "No where from Vigil Sound to Oricha is safe."
Smon: Lord Bronze: "Which is to say, she has forbade her crews put to sea while the dragon threat remains. Aye. The coasts are defenceless."
chris107: "He's a f***g liability! His greed has stirred up a natural disaster and he hands out a few coins and hopes that others will clean up his mess?"
chris107: "I'll have his golden skin for this."
Smon: Everyone is pale and tense,
chris107: "But for now I must kill Matriax."
chris107: "Did you lot hear me. I will go sort this out. AGAIN!"
Smon: Malenn puts a hand on Hakeem's shoulder: "Sarene is a bad influence on him, husband. She is a pirate, full of greed and vicious lusts... I think he is a young lizard... dragon... thing. His eggs have recently hatched..."
chris107: "In the mean time I want Ballista fitted around the perimiter of Nerra."
Smon: Minars Rapak stands, hefting his mighty axe. "Let me stand beside you, Lord - King."
chris107: "I turned a blind eye to his cowerdice at Dyson's Delve, from his desertion at Bisgen that lead to Ursa's death. But now this?"
Smon: Kaag, now Greywolf war chief, also stands, a little slower.
chris107: "Minar's my friend. I will ask a service of you. But it is not to stand beside me and face Matriax the Terrible."
chris107: "Stay here and guard Malenn and Hassan until my return."
Smon: Lord Bronze: "About the dragonborn... I agree, milord. I know he quested with you against the Black Sun Gate. But he has proven he is not fit to rule."
Smon: Minars nods sombrely. "Aye. I will protect them with my life, and the life of every Seawolf Warrior! He glances over at the Bronzes. Will you Nerathi do the same?!"
chris107: "His aid was invaluable in the war against Yusan and our early struggles with the Black Sun. However it seems that greed and a lack of heart has cost us dearly."
Smon: Lord Bronze finally stands, glaring back at Minars.
Smon: >>it seems that greed and a lack of heart has cost us dearly<< Ana Bronze (sotto voce): "Well he *is* a dragon..."
Smon: OOC ok I have to go quick swim, get Kyle his dinner!
chris107:
chris107: Cool, see you when you get back. Have a good swim!
10:03pm 2018-2-05 Smon Has entered the room
(snip)
10:12pm 2018-2-05 chris107 Has exited the room
Smon: ah the Yorkshire Internet...
10:13pm 2018-2-05 chris107 Has entered the room
Smon: hi chris
chris107: Internet keeps dropping. Will keep this open on my phone just in case
Smon: good plan
Smon: Found where you posted 1st half
chris107: Don’t want to loose connection just as Hakeem rolls a crit!
Smon: >>Smon: Minars nods sombrely. "Aye. I will protect them with my life, and the life of every Seawolf Warrior! He glances over at the Bronzes. Will you Nerathi do the same?!" chris107: "His aid was invaluable in the war against Yusan and our early struggles with the Black Sun. However it seems that greed and a lack of heart has cost us dearly." Smon: Lord Bronze finally stands, glaring back at Minars. Smon: >>it seems that greed and a lack of heart has cost us dearly<< Ana Bronze (sotto voce): "Well he *is* a dragon..."<<
chris107: So H wants to get everyone preparing for Dragon Attacks just in case...
chris107: To make sure Malenn and little Hassan are protected
Smon: Lord Namelin Bronze: "I will stay here. I will send for more of my best men from Hara. We will guard the Queen Malenn and Prince Hassan, who shall be King of Nerath... Altani-Nerath."
chris107: And to find potions of flying and water breathing /)
chris107: Hakeem smiles at this.
chris107: “We have built something worthwhile. Together. We are stronger together. Thank you Lord Bronze.â€
chris107: “Thank you all my friends.â€
chris107: "Now once more I will risk everything to protect you all."
Smon: Ernsorn Blue: "I have investigated the mystic formulae... I can craft the potion of water breathing you need, milord. I have gathered ingredients along the way. But it will take a week more, at least."
Smon: Bronze nods in acknowledgement, clearly proud and happy to have Hakeem's approval.
chris107: "What do we know of the Dragon's attacks? Has it any pattern?"
chris107: "Can we predict where she may strike next?"
Smon: The Council look to each other.
Smon: Much shaking of heads. Lord Bronze: "I may have an idea... "
chris107: "Share it with us."
Smon: Llanet smiles: "Well, it was more my idea, really."
chris107: "Your wisdom is always welcome."
Smon: Her son reddens slightly at Llanet's words, and sits down.
Smon: The Bronze matriarch speaks thoughtfully.
Smon: "We recently entertained in Hara a merchant prince, an old friend of yours Hak-Your Majesty. Eldam Alamsor of Rallu, his name."
chris107: "Indeed?"
Smon: "He had much fascinating gossip from Rallu, some of which concerns the Lady Vex of Selatine... But I shall speak of that later."
Smon: "Well, of course, we asked Mr Alamsor about the dragon attacks, and how his ship had come through safely. He said that he had had the good fortune to hear the rumours in time, and it seemed to him that the attacks were focused in an arc from the Isle of Dread west towards Ahyf - and what was Trade. So he hugged the north coast, abandoned plans to visit Ahyf, and made it safely to the Korm Basin, up the Farhills to Hara.
chris107: "So Matriax is hunting for her tormentor?"
chris107: "Shieldbiter."
Smon: Llanet toys with a silver orb. Nods. "I think rather it may be indicting trade all across the Dragon Dominion. Clear Meadows, Ahyf, Trade before the attack - their fishing ships have all suffered heavily.
chris107: "That must mean she flies just North of Kren's Cairn?"
Smon: /roll d6x3
Smon Rolls 1d6x3 and gets:
2 = 2
3 = 3
4 = 4
Smon: "The Haran fishing fleet is unscathed, and I do not think ships of the eastern Ghinarian coast have been lost, either. As far as we know."
Smon: Lord Bronze rolls out a large map showing the area.
chris107: "Then she is tormenting the Dragon Dominion."
Smon: "Aye - from the Cape of No Return to Clear Meadows, at least."
chris107: (I just happen to have it in front of me
Smon: Lady Bronze: "The earliest attacks may have been a mere spasm of rage... but we believe it learned of Shieldbiter, and is now set upon bringing ruin to his realm."
10:31pm 2018-2-05 chris107 Has exited the room
10:31pm 2018-2-05 chris107 Has entered the room
Smon: Malenn frowns: "There may be some good news in this so. If Matriarx has not destroyed Ahyf, that may mean she fears to face Shieldbiter and the full strength of his warriors. "
chris107: Most likely Ahyf as it’s on the coast?
Smon: Smon: Lady Bronze: "The earliest attacks may have been a mere spasm of rage... but we believe it learned of Shieldbiter, and is now set upon bringing ruin to his realm." 10:31pm 2018-2-05 chris107 Has exited the room 10:31pm 2018-2-05 chris107 Has entered the room Smon: Malenn frowns: "There may be some good news in this so. If Matriarx has not destroyed Ahyf, that may mean she fears to face Shieldbiter and the full strength of his warriors. "
chris107: "Perhaps Ahyf or Clerar Meadows is next on her list?"
chris107: Then maybe I can intercept her ?
Smon: Lord Bronze grins. "I believe your Queen is wise, as always your Majesty. Doubtless Matriarx knows the dragonborn was not in Trade."
chris107: If she is avoiding Trade
chris107: Clear Meadows May be her next target?
Smon: Ladty Anna Bronze: "I would bet on Clear Meadows next. Aye."
chris107: Avoiding Ahyf
chris107: Sorry
Smon: There is a general rumble of assent.
chris107: Then that is where I shall be waiting. I need to find some way of flying however.
Smon: Malenn: "I could be wrong... But even if it is not fear stays her hand, she may wish to torment him more, before the end. And Clear Meadows is a weak target."
Smon: Minars: "A Wizard? A flying beast?"
chris107: The wisdom of our women is well known. We are blessed.
Smon: Kala Greywolf takes that as a cue.
Smon: Kala stands, looks Hakeem in the eye.
chris107: I fear a flying beast would only perish under Matriax’s foul breath
10:36pm 2018-2-05 Bochi Has entered the room
Smon: "There are those who say, no man can face a great wyrm dragon and prevail."
chris107: Evening Bochi
Bochi: Didn't mean to interrupt. Just wanted to say I can't make it tomorrow evening.
chris107: “I must.â€
Bochi:
Smon: She pauses dramatically. "But what was Bondorr, but a Man, with a Man's courage?"
Smon: You ruined my NPC's dramatic speech Bocchi.
chris107: Sorry to hear that Chris. Hope all is okay?
Bochi: All is fine. Party meeting. Only happens every two months.
Bochi: Otherwise I have a grand-niece born yesterday so all is very good.
chris107: Kala, wise woman. I must, as Bondorr before me. Stand against this dreadful foe.
chris107: Congrats Bochi
chris107: And thanks for letting me know.
Smon: Kala nods slowly. Beside her, Hakeem's crazy(ish) aunt Nefeti, her hair stained yellow and mauve by the enchanted dusts she uses for her divinations, speaks up too.
Bochi: I am sorry S'mon. I will go now! Raaawwwwrrrrrrrr!
Smon: Nefeti: "Just a Man, but he didn't defeat a dragon... he defeated ALL THE DRAGONS!" She almost yells, then sits, beaming.
Smon: Kala nods. "And won our freedom. Forever."
10:40pm 2018-2-05 Bochi Has exited the room
Smon: LOL if Bocchi had done that to Kala in game the consequences would be dire.
chris107: Hakeem cheers the old girl!
Smon: The Altanians cheer loudly!
chris107: Haha
chris107: Then I shall do as Bondorr before me!
Smon: Kala, for possibly the first time in Hakeem's still-young life, gives him a slight but approving smile, and sits back down.
Smon: Even the Nerathi seem heartened, cheering a bit.
chris107: OOC - That is progress!
chris107: Hakeem speaks again
chris107: But I must have some way to catch her if she flees.
chris107: I would bound upon her back and stab the life from her. But then I would plummet to my doom.
chris107: Ah! So be it. A price worth paying to rid us of this fell beast.
Smon: Kala: "I have read the runes... the dragon is old, very old, and proud."
chris107: H - maybe this will work in our favour? I have to try.
Smon: "The legends of Matriarx go back two thousand years... and she was not young then."
chris107: Then I go to Clear Meadows at Dawn.
Smon: Kala nods. "If you challenge her to single fight, she will come. "
Smon: Kala glances around the other Wise Women. "We have consulted... the spirits of the dead. There are things we should speak of further... but not with those not of the People."
chris107: “For you my friends. For Bondorr and FOR THE EMPIRE!
Smon: More cheering, but Kala's air has turned serious.
Smon: Lord Bronze: "We are all brothers and sisters now, Wise Woman. Speak up."
Smon: Kala Greywolf, widow of old Vorkes, shakes her head. "No. With the King-Regent, alone."
chris107: Hakeem breaks up the meeting explaining he must be off at dawn. He invites Kala and the others to his private chambers
chris107: @ lord bronze
chris107: Our wise women must have their way on this.
Smon: The meeting breaks up. LLanet Bronze: "If I might have a moment, after the Wise Women? Just a small matter - it can wait if you prefer."
Smon: Lord Bronze shrugs and nods. "Of course."
Smon: GM: 5 minutes later in Hakeem's private chambers... Malenn is holding Hassan - now walking, albeit unsteady - as a gaggle of Wise Women led by Kala enter the Royal Chambers with Hakeem.
Smon: Kala eyes Malenn.
chris107: H thanks them again and heads to his chambers to polish his sword
Smon: Kala: "Queen Malenn, you are..."
chris107: @ Kala - She is my woman. She is Greywolf now
Smon: Malenn looks back hard at Kala.
Smon: Kala nods. "Yes. She is of the People."
chris107: - and my son will always be Greywolf.
Smon: Kala takes a long slow breath out before speaking.
Smon: "Hakeem - in the old tales, there was once a terrible empire, the demonbrood empire of Bael Turath, that is called the Empire of Glorious Doomfire."
chris107: "I hve heard such."
Smon: "Built on the bones of the Dragon Cities, yet even worse, for their Infernal corruption. Few relics survive now - a few such as Oriax, perhaps. Dark artifacts, such as the Black Sun sought to use against us."
chris107: H nods
chris107: Respectful of their wisdom
Smon: "They destroyed the Dragonborn Empire of Arkhosia with the Doomfire, yet that was their undoing - the dark energies exploded, destroyed their city, sunk cursed Turath beneath the waves."
chris107: He waits...
chris107: Knowing the ways of the wise.
Smon: "In this dark time, the legends say, a Hero of Altanis arose. A man, who united the Altanian clans with the survving soldiers of the Dragonborn. Together they destroyed the Dark Empire utterly..."
Smon: "This man wore the Armour of Bondorr. In history, he has no other name - Bondorr had come again, they said. Bondorr Reborn. His victories were countless."
Smon: "For, with the armour of Bondorr, he could not die... Even when blasted by the infernal sorceries of the Demonbrood, always he would awaken and return to the fight. Until..."
Smon: She looks down. "A man can grow too proud."
chris107: Hakeem nods
Smon: "A dragon had come, and had taken the sea temple of a Ghinarian god for her lair - Zeus, Poseidon, it does not matter. The Ghinarians were vexed, and cried out for aid. As is their wont."
Smon: Much smiling at that.
chris107:
Smon: "Bondorr... the hero, he told them he would avenge their loss, and in return they would join the Empire he was building from the ashes of Bael Turath. He set out to sea, with his loyal companions..."
Smon: "...One returned, weeks later, clinging to driftwood. He told how Bon... the hero, had boldly challenged the dragon. How they had fought. How her adamantine talon had smashed the diamond at his chest... then slew him. This time, he did not return."
Smon: Kala steeples her hands. "Matriarx is very old... But I'm sure she remembers."
chris107: "A salutory tale."
11:04pm 2018-2-05 chris107 Has exited the room
11:05pm 2018-2-05 chris107 Has entered the room
Smon: Malenn: "And Matriarx is much older now. More powerful. Still..."
chris107: Tomorrow I leave for clear meadows
chris107: Not in hubris
chris107: Not for pride
chris107: But for the honour of Greywolf and for the Empire
chris107: "I would have fought Kainos without the protection of Bondprr's jewel. I do not fear a good death. I am Greywolf."
chris107: History need not repeat itself
chris107: "Have you other words for me?"
Smon: Malenn looks up from stroking Hassan's hair, her eyes glistening but full of love. "You are not prideful, my dearest love. I know you will return. For me, for Hassan. For the Empire." She pauses. "Could this yet be an opportunity for us? If she thinks you are Bon... the Hero, come again? She may be arrogant..."
Smon: Nefeti cackles: "She'll want a rematch!"
chris107: "She will damn well get one!" Grins Hakeem
Smon: Malenn grins, then rushes over to Hakeem (Hassan toddling over to Nefeti) hugging him close.
Smon: Most of the Wise Women coo over the young prince.
chris107: "Nowif that's all ladies? I have some much needed ravishing to take care of before I go."
Smon: Kala folds her arms, smiling slightly. "Rav... yes, that is all, 'King Regent'" (slightly sardonic tone). "Heed our words. Be safe and prevail." She cocks her head. "Oh... We have decided we shall aid Ernsorn with his potion. You shall have it in the morning."
chris107: The armour and sword polishing can wait until just before dawn
chris107: "Thank you. The Greywolf will gain much honour from this."
Smon: GM: I take it Hakeem's not interested in Llanet Bronze's gossip right now? Hands full, eh?
chris107: Just a bit
Smon: The Wise Women withdraw, seeming happy (always a good thing)
Smon: Please roll a d6
chris107: He's ready to face Matriax.
chris107 rolls 1d6 and gets: 6,
Smon: Pre-dragon sex is the BEST sex!
chris107:
chris107: Pregnent again?
Smon: Yup
chris107: Yay!
Smon: Very Kyle Reese/Sarah Connor... hope Hakeem lives to see the child!
chris107: Another reason for Hakeem to come back safely
chris107: Me too
Smon: GM: You're riding to Clear Meadows?
chris107: (The fight in the Arthur film with his uncle at the end was very Kainos/Hakeem I thought?)
chris107: Yes. The time is here and hakeem is ready to face Her.
Smon: (I felt the bad guy was a bit of a dork. Bill, a London boy, loved the film of course)
chris107:
chris107: It was straight out of a Frazzeta painting.
Smon: Kainos' spear split the earth. Its blows stunned the mightiest of warriors...
Smon: My fight was better.
chris107:
chris107: It was pretty awsome!
chris107: This one will be too!
Smon: I think half way through I was thinking: "Wow, didn't expect Kainos to be kicking his butt THAT easy. It's not even close!"
chris107: Me too. But Hakeem will NEVER give up. Death or Glory!
Smon: "Maybe doubling his attacks was a bit much when he was ALREADY CR 22 before that and the extra 5 points of AC from the shield..."
11:18pm 2018-2-05 chris107 Has exited the room
Smon: "I can see why Chris wanted to be level 20! At least then he'd have had a fighting chance!"
11:18pm 2018-2-05 chris107 Has entered the room
Smon: Smon: "Maybe doubling his attacks was a bit much when he was ALREADY CR 22 before that and the extra 5 points of AC from the shield..." 11:18pm 2018-2-05 chris107 Has exited the room Smon: "I can see why Chris wanted to be level 20! At least then he'd have had a fighting chance!"
chris107: Hehe
Smon: GM: OK back to game...
chris107: Ready when you are
Smon: After a passionate night of lovemaking with the most beautiful, loyal, wise (well, tied with Meda) and loving lady in all the world, Hakeem is up early, ready to be off.
Smon: Armour girded on, 3 elven horses ready to take him to Clear Meadows.
chris107: The w
Smon: You going alone?
chris107: Sword and Armour of Bondorr gleaming
chris107: He is going alone. He can’t risk anyone else getting hurt
chris107: Maybe a small cadre who could lurk safely in the town?
chris107: Erneson Blue included so he can do sendings?
Smon: Altanian? Or pick up Nerathi at Hara?
chris107: But they must lay low and help the folks of CM do the same.
Smon: OK, rem w Ernsorn w you he can't be in Nerra to tell you of events there.
chris107: Good thinking. He will go alone.
Smon: GM: It's a bit over 100 miles to Clear Meadows as the horse rides...
11:24pm 2018-2-05 chris107 Has exited the room
11:25pm 2018-2-05 chris107 Has entered the room
chris107: He will break it into two days?
chris107: Needs to be fresh when he gets there
Smon: A cadre of Wode Rangers including Lord Tagoler & Anna Souvari keep you company from Nera to Hara.
chris107: Nice
chris107: Hakeem has always liked the Rangers
Smon: That's pretty much exactly half way, so you can rest at Lord Bronze's Hall overnight.
Smon: /roll d6
Smon rolls 1d6 and gets: 3,
Smon: Sadly Eldam Alamsor's ship has recently sailed.
Smon: (hope he doesn't get eaten!) :-O
chris107: Me too!
Smon: Anna Souvari asks how Thuruar is keeping. "Sometimes he doesn't Send for weeks..." she smiles wryly.
Smon: (the travails of a long distance relationship)
chris107: "He is a busy man. He sent his best regards."
Smon: GM: Next morning Hakeem rises early again - the bed was too soft, but he'll survive - and rides on, reaching the Cahli ferry at lunchtime.
Smon: /roll d6
Smon rolls 1d6 and gets: 1,
Smon: lucky
chris107: Hakeem enjoys the ride. His senses alert and ready for action.
Smon: All is peaceful, the slightly awestruck ferryman poles you across (no charge!)
chris107: Hakeem drops him 10GP (All he has now)
Smon: "Them Night Things been a mite warier since you chopped a bunch o'them up, Yer Majesty!"
chris107: You can't take it with you!
Smon: The yokel drops to his knees, thanking the King-Regent for his great generosity.
chris107: Hakeem is happy!
chris107: Very happy. Destiny once more rides with him.
Smon: Then on through Cahli and riding east through familiar paths, the mound of Tizun Thane's volcano rising in the green hills to his right, Lady Meda's Thusia hidden somewhere beyond.
Smon: The green hills of what feels oddly like home.
Smon: /roll d6
Smon rolls 1d6 and gets: 4,
chris107: lucky tonight
chris107: so far!
Smon: (Yup!) Then he tops a rise and sees the large village/small town of Clear Meadows spread out before him.
chris107: He scans the horizon, just in case...
Smon: Smoke rises from chimneys. Many fishing boats ride at anchor, but otherwise seems peaceful.
chris107: Then canters down gently.
chris107: Are there look outs?
Smon: No black dragons on the horizon as Hakeem rides into town, armour shining in the late afternoon light - the guards hurriedly open the gate at his approach.
chris107: Hakeem remembers the last time he was here.
Smon: Old father Synjyn comes out from the Temple of St Irrig to greet him, looking rather frail, supported by buxom Sister Tamara, his daughter Amari following behind.
chris107: He shivers at the foul entity that was weaving it's spell over the little community.
Smon: K'tulu!
chris107: Aye
chris107: "Synjyn. You are all in danger. I need your help."
Smon: Synjyn nods, fear in his eyes. "I thought as much. Come."
Smon: He beckon you into the temple.
chris107: Hakeem joins him.
Smon: "The Omens... water like blood. The entrails of the chickens reek like week-old death."
chris107: "Matriarx is coming my old friend. I will fight and kill her."
Smon: He staggers on the last step, Tamara catching him.
Smon: Nods.
chris107: "But I need warning of her approach and your people must stay safe."
Smon: You gather in Synjyn's study.
Smon: The trio listen gravely.
chris107: "A warning system, beacons maybe?"
chris107: "And do you have a safe place out of town or safe below ground that you can supply to keep your folks safe?"
chris107: oopps
Smon: Synjyn: "Even the whisper of her coming fouls the land. Beacons? Aye... To the east, towards Ahyf? She will come from her Isle."
chris107: tired typing there
Smon: Amari: "The caves... the Caves of the Demon Slayer?"
chris107: "Then be swift. I know not when the terror will descend."
Smon: Synjyn turns to Amari: "Tell the Town Guard to ready beacons, as instructed."
chris107: "Do not delve too deeply into those caves. Take your hunters for wild beasts may have inhabitd the upper level. "
chris107: "Take supplies for a week at least. Leave me food and water too if you would."
Smon: He pauses. "Yes. Shieldbiter's Lizardmen are here in garrison, with a Dragonborn, Steelclaw. They can clear the upper caves. If he agrees - I do not rule here, now."
Smon: Tamara: "You had better talk with Steelclaw, your Majesty - Hakeem."
chris107: "Then go in peace and stay safe. I will await Her coming."
chris107: Hakeem will go see Steelclaw as plans are put into action.
Smon: GM: The priest ladies hurry around to do his bidding while Synjyn sits wearily. Tamara leads Hakeem to the Lizardman barracks down near the waterfront, Sounds of raucous feasting within.
Smon: Tamara knocks on the door.
Smon: A small lizardman opens the door, looks up at Hakeem, frowns.
chris107: He will also scout around to find a place where hewill be easily visibe
Smon: "Whoossa you?"
chris107: "My name is Hakeem. Get me Steelclaw please."
Smon: Out on the quayside past the lizardman barracks on the harbour wall looks perfect.
Smon: The lizardman shrugs, slithers away. Tamara yells after: "Tell him his KING has come!"
chris107: He makes a mental note of this. Absentmidedly brushing a speck from his gleaming armour.
Smon: A short while later a grizzled veteran dragonborn arrives, followed by a few lizardmen.
Smon: https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtCr6ItmwMjaL2mNhdNSY97XzYSlwbdy77e2kRX4tEcIRaDoIMG83OyatWFXX57bJt9vnvQyIauxOExTo0rfjpFWeHGdsl1bIm2AeYSyaRHGi3xGWPhmVSyIte30sp42X9li9XpdTn94w/s320/73975718b56d537b01f11cee714e9158.jpg
chris107: "Steelclaw I assume?"
Smon: He looks.
Smon: Nods.
Smon: "You are Hakeem. I fought with you at Krens' Cairn, when we killed your father."
chris107: "I need you to get these folks to safety. Check out the caves they will show you and look after them for a week. Do you understand?"
Smon: Steelclaw's voice is deep and rumbly.
Smon: He considers. "Why?"
chris107: "That was a good fight, Steelclaw. I am proud to have battled at your side."
chris107: "Because I ask it of you as a battle brother."
Smon: The dragonborn smiles slightly. "We take em from South. You take em from North. Boss Shieldbiter take em from air. We get em all!"
Smon: He nods, straightening and puffing out his broad chest.
chris107: "We did indeed." Hakeem grins in fond rememberence.
Smon: "So, we fight again now?"
Smon: "In caves?"
chris107: "No my friend. I need you to protect these good folk."
chris107: "There may be fighting there but I hope not."
Smon: "Protect Shieldbiter's folk. That's what I do."
chris107: "Good, then help them move their things. You must hurry. You have my thanks. warrior."
Smon: He nods. Then pauses. "Why we take them there?"
Smon: /roll d6
Smon rolls 1d6 and gets: 4,
chris107: "Because I asked you."
Smon: Hakeem instinctively glances out to sea. Still all clear...
Smon: Steelclaw considers this. "You my boss's boss..."
chris107: "Go now, please. Swiftly."
Smon: Roll CHA +Prof
Smon: DC 13
chris107 rolls 1d20+8 and gets: 13, (+8) = 21
Smon: Steelclaw nods. "You tell boss what we do."
Smon: He turns and starts barking orders in lizard-draconic to his 'men'.
chris107: "I will. Now go with all speed. Keep them safe."
Smon: By sunset a line of refugees is streaming out from Clear Meadows, heavy laden with supplies, towards the Caves of Clevenus south of town.
chris107: Hakeem goes and inspects the quayside.
chris107: Making sure their is plenty of room to fight.
chris107: He piles rocks onto several crates just in case he has to throw them.
chris107: And marks off where the edge of the quay is so as not to fall or be driven in to the water too easily.
Smon: The quays with enveloping harbour walls create a sort of wide open arena, a narrow channel out to the open sea between them.
Smon: The water in the harbour is calm, and not at all deep. Red crabs scuttle across the sand.
chris107: He then sits with a water skin and some sausage looking out along the coast.
chris107: He laughs at the crabs antics.
chris107: He is in a jolly mood.
Smon: Falling from the far side one would go about 20' onto nasty jagged rocks (4d6 dmg)
Smon: /roll d6
Smon rolls 1d6 and gets: 6,
Smon: LOL
chris107: .......
chris107: Perfect timing!
Smon: The sun sets, red light illuminating Hakeem's rugged features like an Altanian God of War... Which may not be far from the truth...
chris107:
Smon: And at last, on deathly wings, it comes. The warning fire is the first sign, on the promonotory a mile or so east of town.
Smon: But a short moment later Hakeem sees it himself, flying in from the north-east.
Smon: Ancient, evil, and ...huge. Unbelievably huge.
chris107: Hakeem says a silent prayer to his ancestors and to Bondorr. The mighty blade in his hand crackles into life. A blue beacon to guid Her home..
Smon: Hakeem remembers the first dragon he killed, a young red. Mouse to an elephant.
chris107: "She is BIG."
Smon: The light shines bright in the coming darkness.
chris107: He holds the crackling blade on high!
chris107: "REMEMBER ME< LIZARD?!"
chris107: "REMEMBER THE BIGHT OF MY BLADE?!"
Smon: The great black dragon approaches... and lands on the opposite quay, regarding Hakeem with eyes of emerald fire.
Smon: "YES."
chris107: "Why do you bother my lands again? Do you want death?"
Smon: "BONDORR. YOU DIED ONCE. YOU CAN DIE AGAIN."
chris107: "BAH! Your wits have grown slow!"
Smon: Matriarx inclines her head, almost catlike despite her vast age and bulk.
chris107: "Slow like your old body!"
Smon: "THE LITTLE DRAGON-THING ATTACKED *ME*... THESE ARE HIS LANDS. HE MUST SUFFER, BEFORE THE END."
chris107: "Come! Fly home and trouble me no more. You have grown senile to return."
Smon: She sighs, acidic steam rising from her mouth.
chris107: "THESE ARE MY LANDS!"
chris107: "THE LITTLE DRAGON MAN WAS FOOLISH! BUT YOU WILL NOT DESTROY WHAT IS MINE!"
Smon: "YOU INSULT ME, LITTLE MAN THING. IT IS NOT GOOD. YES, I AM OLD, EVEN FOR MY KIND. PERHAPS I SHALL DIE SOON..."
chris107: The sword of Bondorr crackles away, menacingly.
Smon: roll an intimidate check CHA+Prof
chris107: "You were great, Matriarx. One of the greatest to ever live."
chris107 rolls 1d20+8 and gets: 12, (+8) = 20
chris107: "But now you must die."
chris107: (How far away is she?)
Smon: /roll d20+11
Smon rolls 1d20+11 and gets: 15, (+11) = 26
chris107: Hakeem's summons his rage.
Smon: She's not intimidated.
chris107: (Secretly that pleases me )
Smon: The gap is about 40', too far for normal man to jump...
Smon: No problem for your boots.
chris107: This will be a good fight!
chris107: "BONDORR!"
chris107: Hakeem leaps!
Smon: Matriarx ROARS!
Smon: init
Smon: /roll d20+2
Smon rolls 1d20+2 and gets: 12, (+2) = 14
chris107 Rolls 1d20+2x2 and gets:
13 (+2) = 15
12 (+2) = 14
Smon: close!
chris107: Phew! Close!
Smon: OK you Rage, run & leap across the harbour gap into the face of the enormous & quite surprised dragon.
chris107: (I think that's how this fight will go)
chris107: He slashes at the massive beast!
chris107 Rolls 1d20+16x2 and gets:
14 (+16) = 30
9 (+16) = 25
Smon: regular attack, not reckless yes?
chris107: His Berserk rage upon him!
chris107: Not reckless, no.
Smon: AC 22, hit
chris107 rolls 4d8+28 and gets: 3, 7, 6, 6, (+28) = 50
Smon: 2 atts this round, 2+1 future rounds ok?
chris107: yup
Smon: The sword bites into her chest/neck armour - deep, but the wounds seem tiny.
Smon: But...
Smon: You also have Dragonbane remember
Smon: +3d6/hit as I recall
chris107 rolls 6d6 and gets: 1, 4, 1, 2, 6, 1, = 15
chris107: Almost forgot that!
Smon: Matriarx's tail lashes up from the water...
Smon: /roll d20+15
Smon rolls 1d20+15 and gets: 7, (+15) = 22
chris107: AC25
Smon: no effect
Smon: Her go...
Smon: She roars... Frightful Presence, no effect on a Raging Berserker
Smon: 2 claws...
Smon: /roll d20+15x2
chris107: (That's the ace in Hakeem's hole!)
Smon Rolls 1d20+15x2 and gets:
1 (+15) = 16
14 (+15) = 29
Smon: 1 hit
Smon: /roll 2d6+8
Smon rolls 2d6+8 and gets: 4, 3, (+8) = 15
Smon: 15/2=7
Smon: bite
Smon: /roll d20+15
chris107: (Resistance to Acid from Armour of Bondorr)
Smon rolls 1d20+15 and gets: 9, (+15) = 24
Smon: ok handy
Smon: good old Bondorr eh?
Smon: anyway the armour holds.
chris107: 318/325
chris107: Good old Bondorr!
Smon: "YOU ARE STRONGER THAN THE LITTLE DRAGON-THING..."
chris107: Retributive strike for her claw hit
chris107 rolls 1d20+16 and gets: 11, (+16) = 27
Smon: HIT
chris107 rolls 2d8+14 and gets: 3, 8, (+14) = 25
Smon: ouch
chris107 rolls 3d6 and gets: 4, 1, 2, = 7
Smon: 32 total
Smon: Round 2 - your go
chris107: Hakeem sets about his grizzly task.
Smon: Matriarx looks puzzled...
chris107 Rolls 1d20+16x3 and gets:
19 (+16) = 35
2 (+16) = 18
20 (+16) = 36
Smon: Jeez!
Smon: Bondorr is with you tonight!
chris107 rolls 9d8+28 and gets: 7, 6, 3, 6, 3, 8, 2, 4, 4, (+28) = 71
Smon: Barbarian crits
chris107 rolls 6d6 and gets: 1, 1, 3, 6, 2, 4, = 17
Smon: 88 dmg
chris107: Phew!
chris107:
Smon: Now Matriarx knows fear.
Smon: Her wings beat...
Smon: roll a DC 23 DEX slave or be flattened
Smon: As she rises up.
chris107 Rolls 1d20+8x2 and gets:
7 (+8) = 15
18 (+8) = 26
chris107: Yay!
chris107: Hakeem braces himself. He has work to do.
Smon: Hakeem ducks the flailing wing as Matriarx flaps back 40', into the sea just offshore.
Smon: Her go - her head rises up, still high above the harbour wall, as she breathes a gout of acid at Hakeem.
Smon: DC 22 DEX for half
Smon: /roll 15d8
chris107 Rolls 1d20+8x2 and gets:
16 (+8) = 24
1 (+8) = 9
Smon rolls 15d8 and gets: 4, 7, 8, 4, 3, 4, 8, 7, 3, 4, 1, 4, 8, 1, 3, = 69
chris107: + resistance
Smon: 69/2=34/2=17
Smon: Just a scratch
chris107: 301/325
Smon: However she is now in the water 20' from land.
Smon: Deepish water, too.
chris107: His go?
Smon: (OOC I'm basing the harbour on Portsoy, 16th century fishing port on north coast of Scotland)
chris107: Supping his Water Breathing potion he leaps onto her!
Smon: Matriarx paddles back another 40' for her move, so 80' away.
chris107: (Nice! We never did get to Scotland last year. Deffo later on this year though.)
chris107: she was 20' away at the beggining of H's turn?
chris107: Or 80'?
Smon: GM: Your standard leap is 24x3= 72', so DC 25 Athletics check (STR, advtg) to land on her, or 24 (which you auto pass) to land in water nearby.
chris107: On her please!
Smon: She retreated 40' w legendary action wing flap, then moved another 40'.
chris107 Rolls 1d20+13x2 and gets:
19 (+13) = 32
15 (+13) = 28
Smon: Hakeem easily leaps - could have done 90'.
chris107: (Adv on Str rolls with rage)
Smon: (I know even said so)
chris107: Oops
chris107: it's late
Smon: Matriarx says something in Draconic which roughly translates as "OH COME ONNNN!!"
chris107: Was drinking the potion his action?
Smon: As Hakeem lands on her back.
chris107: Hahahahah
Smon: Yup looks like
chris107: Okay, cool. Her turn
Smon: She tries to swat you off with her wings - DC 23 DEX save
chris107: H wraps his mighty thews around her
chris107: Dex or Strength?
Smon: (comments about Malenn vs dragon comparison come to mind)
Smon: DC 23 DEX save
chris107 Rolls 1d20+8x2 and gets:
14 (+8) = 22
3 (+8) = 11
Smon: aw
chris107: Damn!
Smon: Hakeem is knocked off, into the water with a splush.
chris107: Thosw wing buffet are mean!
Smon: /roll 2d6+8
Smon rolls 2d6+8 and gets: 4, 1, (+8) = 13
Smon: 13/2=6 dmg
chris107: 295/325
Smon: "I HAVE YOU NOW...." (best James Earl Jones voice)
chris107:
Smon: Matriarx dives into the water, where Hakeem not being a fish or aquatic dragon should be vulnerable.
chris107: Hakeem is glad he invested in the potions!
Smon: GM: You grant advtg & have disad except w a few special weapons, piercers.
Smon: But you can still breathe.
chris107: okay
Smon: So she THINKS you're easy meat now...
chris107: Then it's time to get reckless!
Smon: bite
Smon: /roll d20+15x2
Smon Rolls 1d20+15x2 and gets:
18 (+15) = 33
16 (+15) = 31
Smon: claws
Smon: /roll d20+15x2
Smon Rolls 1d20+15x2 and gets:
13 (+15) = 28
7 (+15) = 22
Smon: /roll d20+15x2
chris107: AC25
Smon Rolls 1d20+15x2 and gets:
10 (+15) = 25
4 (+15) = 19
Smon: AC 25?
chris107: yup
Smon: oh btw remembering your cloak +1 sv bonus?
chris107: I didn't!
Smon: LOL
chris107: That would have made 23!
chris107: Bugger!
Smon: too late!
Smon:
chris107: Yup
Smon: /roll 2d10+8
Smon: /roll 2d8
Smon rolls 2d10+8 and gets: 8, 2, (+8) = 18
Smon rolls 2d8 and gets: 6, 2, = 8
Smon: /roll 4d6+16
Smon rolls 4d6+16 and gets: 2, 3, 2, 6, (+16) = 29
Smon: 9+4+14=27 dmg total
chris107: acid resistant
Smon: incliuded that
Smon: that was the d8s
chris107: 268/325
Smon: 27 dmg after halving all
chris107: He makes a riposte lunge
Smon: disad
chris107 Rolls 1d20+16x2 and gets:
10 (+16) = 26
11 (+16) = 27
Smon: hits anyway (26)
chris107: even with disadvantage!
chris107 rolls 2d8+14 and gets: 1, 6, (+14) = 21
chris107 rolls 3d6 and gets: 2, 4, 6, = 12
Smon: Tail swipe (reckon wings aren't good underwater)
chris107: Then he goes all reckless! (Countering the disadv?)
chris107: Stabbing with the blade of Bondorr's sword!
Smon: ok
Smon: have to wait for taily swipey
chris107 Rolls 1d20+16x3 and gets:
16 (+16) = 32
17 (+16) = 33
7 (+16) = 23
Smon: AC 22
Smon: poor baby!
chris107: Wow! The sword REALLY hates Dragons
Smon:
chris107 rolls 6d8+42 and gets: 4, 8, 5, 3, 6, 7, (+42) = 75
chris107 rolls 9d6 and gets: 5, 3, 5, 3, 1, 6, 4, 1, 2, = 30
Smon: lol
Smon: Tail swipe
chris107: WOW!
Smon: /roll d20+15x2
Smon Rolls 1d20+15x2 and gets:
11 (+15) = 26
14 (+15) = 29
Smon: hit
Smon: /roll 2d8+8
chris107: AC25
Smon rolls 2d8+8 and gets: 5, 7, (+8) = 20
chris107: 258/325
Smon: 10 dmg net, Hakeem goes sailing up into the air for a moment, eye level with the frightened dragon.
Smon: morale check
Smon: /roll 2d6
Smon rolls 2d6 and gets: 6, 6, = 12
Smon: Matriarx turns to flee!
chris107: "GRRRRR!"
Smon: Dash Action flee at max speed
chris107: Hakeem grabs hold!
Smon: Have to drop sword
chris107: opportunity attack?
chris107: She didn't disengage so AOO?
Smon: You can use your opp att reaction to grab IF you drop the Sword of Bondorr in the briny deep
Smon: Yes so either you stab or grab
Smon: your choice
chris107: He's not doing that
chris107: Stab!
Smon: AC 22, disad as not your turn
chris107 Rolls 1d20+16x2 and gets:
13 (+16) = 29
5 (+16) = 21
Smon: miss!
chris107: Drat!
Smon: Matriarx swims rapidly out to sea (now 80' away)
chris107: Can he send a Lightning Bolt at her?
Smon: Leaving Hakeem in the water, where he can't jump, nor can he swim as fast as her...
Smon: Yup!
chris107: "COME BACK YOU COWARDLY BITCH!"
Smon: /roll d8
Smon rolls 1d8 and gets: 1,
Smon: LOLL!!!!!!!!
chris107: He calls down Bondorr's bolt.
Smon: Shit Bondorr loves you!
Smon: That was my 1 in 8 weather check!
chris107: hehe
chris107: max damage then!
Smon: Storm clouds thunder overhead as rain pours down on the unfortunate dragon.
Smon: Thunder rolls and SHAZAM lightning strikes...
Smon: wja
Smon: what dmg?
chris107: 5d6 max
chris107: 15
chris107: 80?
chris107: Let me check, didn't expect to use that tonight
Smon: 84
Smon: An Exhalted Champion of Bondorr can cast a 14d6 (49 damage) lightning bolt from the sword as a bonus action 1/day. If a lightning storm is raging overhead this damage is maximised (84 damage).
Smon: She has 50 left...
chris107: (+ she's in water?)
chris107: ....
Smon: ok disad on save
Smon: /roll d20+9x2
Smon Rolls 1d20+9x2 and gets:
16 (+9) = 25
1 (+9) = 10
Smon: fail.
chris107: YES!
Smon: As the dazzling flash clears, Hakeem sees the vast bulk of the dragon floating motionless in the water.
Smon: 33,000 XP
chris107: He kicks towards it.
chris107: wow!
Smon: Hakeem reaches Matriarx.
chris107: Climbing onto her he hacks off the head.
Smon: The ancient dragon, perhaps the oldest black dragon in all Pazidan, is dead at last.
Smon: That takes awhile, the neck is about 8' thick.
chris107: He raises his blade skywards to the storm above. "BONNNDDDOOORRRRR!"
chris107: Thanks Simon!
chris107: There I must leave you as I'm up at 0430!
Smon: The storm rages all night. Bondor's lightning dances off the hilltops. But as dawn lightens the eastern sky a very tired Hakeem hauls the enormous head, easily 12' long, onto the shore.
chris107: Hakeem will be making all haste to the coast to take a boat to her island before the treasure hunters hear about it
chris107: Very Cool!
Smon: Sleep tight! I'll ruminate on your 3rd Epic Boon.
Smon: I'll tell Bill the bad news tomorrow.
chris107: That's brilliant. Nearly there for his 50,000XP stat rise too
chris107: G'night
chris107:
Smon: NIght!
Matriarx slain in the sea off Clear Meadows, 5/8/4447 BCCC. Head dragged ashore pre-dawn 6/8/47
Hakeem +33,000 XP & 3rd Epic Boon - Boon of Combat Prowess. Can turn a miss to a hit 1/SR
Father Synjyn offers to have one of the larger fishing vessels at Clear Meadows sail him to Isle of Dread - there are no shortage of volunteers for the God-Emperor... I mean King-Regent ... Sister Tamara asks to accompany him to catalogue what they find there, according to legend it was once a great temple of the Ghinarian people, indeed its loss to Matriarx almost two thousand years ago is said to have been the start of their decline.
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| Death of Matriarx re-enacted for the cameras |
chris107: I would have posted the overland route south, but it seems there are a lot of missing hexes!
chris107: goes from 12 or 13 to 23
Smon: We can start with you arriving back in Nerra?
chris107: If that's okay with you?
Smon: Well I can roll d6s for goblin warbands all night...
chris107: He will be looking for water breathing or flying potions every step of the way.
Smon: I think we can take it you make it safely home.
chris107: True
chris107: So Anatal/Jellystone Ford/Thuruar/Nerra?
Smon: You going overland, right? Or sea voyage to Nerra? The water's lovely this time of year...
Smon: Potion of Flying exists but has an official cost of 25,000gp!
chris107: Following the road east from Anatal and then up north to Jellystone then down to the temple of wisdom.
chris107: eek!
Smon: Potion of Water Breathing though is fine, you can get one from a wizard for 250gp or so.
Smon: Yeah, but from Zothay by ship south? Or overland?
chris107: Two perhaps, all wrapped up with waterproof stoppers and thick fleecy padded pouches.
chris107: By Athenian Owl I was hoping...
chris107: Anatal to Zothay via the Bellystone Ford is nigh a hundred miles. Though from here Thuruar could furnish magical aid and maybe gift an Owl of Athena to aid Hakeem in his flight south (Hakeem has restored Nera as Thuruar desired, increasing Athena’s power considerably) and make a sending to Malenn regarding her and the boy’s security. The flight would include a stop at the new capitol (to see how the patio is coming along) for a quick growl at any mice that may be thinking of playing while the wolf is away (and asking Ernesorn Blue to send to Sandor) then on to Kren’s Cairn. He will issue orders for heavy crossbow and ballista to be manufactured and set upon the walls in case Matriax comes agin them.
chris107: (Sorry for the wall of text)
Smon: Only the Clerics of Athena can ride the Sacred Owls, blasphemer! (Well Thuruar could give you a lift, but they're not that strong - so not very far)
Smon: Laurana did offer to give you some war griffon cubs if you got her missing amazons back from Badabaskor, so I feel Hakeem has only himself to blame for the lack of air transport.
chris107: Ah well. he's made a long detour for nothing then. He will set off by sea (with his potions safe)
Smon: GM: Am I right you made Ernsorn come north with your entourage?
chris107: Hakeem asked him to.
Smon: Ok. Anyway Thuruar (who she likes better) can Send to Malenn, she reports that everything is good in Nerra, they've been stripping the ivy off the walls and the new patio is coming along nicely.
chris107:
chris107: That's the hard part of the evening over with then.
Smon: "I have to say Altanian builders aren't the best... but Lord Bronze sent some of his men."
chris107: "Yes Dear..." Hakeem wonders about Malenn sometimes.
chris107: "But about your imminent death at the claws of an angry Dragon?"
Smon: Rem you only get 1 set of 25 words per Sending, it's not Skype!
Smon: Thuruar will burn through a few spell slots for his old mate...
chris107: haha that was ment to be a joke but I get what you're saying
chris107: "Be prepared to flee if Sandor comes for you. Take the boy go to Thuruar."
Smon: "We have doubled the sentries, Altani & Nerathi."
chris107: "Build ballista, Bye."
Smon: "I understand - but not by sea. Promise me you'll not get on a boat till this is over. And talk to Meda she knows everything"
Smon: 25 words!
chris107: Hakeen scratches his head at the ways of women!
chris107: But shelves his plans for a refreshing sea voyage.
Smon: Thuruar, of course, has had to relay all Malenn & Hakeem's words to each other.
Smon: He sighs.
chris107: "Blast! Thuruar. I could have just headed south from Anatal and saved days!"
Smon: Thuruar: "We can provide a brace of horses. You can cover a hundred miles a day."
Smon: He shrugs. "Well it was good to see you, old friend. Now do you need that gem altered, or not?"
chris107: "Thank you my friend. I must set off down the coast at first light."
chris107: "Let's not fiddle with it just now, Thuruar. I don't want it breaking at a bad time."
chris107: Is there a coastal crossing of the River Mageven?
chris107: Or must he go via the Bellystone Ford again to head south?
Smon: He nods. "As you wish... I'm afraid Bellystone is the only safe route from Zothay across the Mageven. The Arthiop Mud Flats are full of lizardmen, and worse."
chris107: maybe a ferry across 3612?
chris107: Then skirt the Damkina Bay?
chris107: If not Bellystone/Onhir
chris107: SW fork from Onhir and on south
Smon: Thuruar: "We can get you a boat to the Fogbound coast, there's an old wharf I know... You could pass through the forest to Onhir. The Eystones Jungle is full of Gnolls and hostile Elves, the Tristor - blood enemies of we Altanians."
chris107: 3114
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chris107: Then the Bellystone route it is.
chris107: Hi Fergus
Sandor Sunneson: in background mode only4
Smon: Thuruar nods. "It might take longer, but you'll avoid a likely fight or two..."
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chris107: "Thank you my friend. And thank you for the horses
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Sandor Sunneson: how's it going so far??
chris107: (Is there about 10 hexes missing on your maps too?)
Smon: GM: OK Hakeem listens to his much much wiser friends' advice and does not plunge into the monster-infested wilderness in search of a short cut (the way I'm wont to do - once took Bill & me an hour to go 100' through the marshes near Boganclogh)
Smon: No, I have the printout of the proper map beside me.
chris107: Hakeem wasted a few days on a journy east. But has scored a couple of water breathing potions)
chris107: OOC - So you know the SW fork from Onhir and where it comes out?
Smon: yup
Smon: You might find these useful - http://smons.blogspot.co.uk/2017/04/maps-of-central-wilderlands-valon-south.html
chris107: (Thank Athena for Thuruar's wisom )
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chris107: I have the full set, just never thought to bring them up
chris107: The details on the smaller maps make them much more fun!
Smon: GM: 2 days to the elven city of Onhir, where they look disapprovingly at Thuruar's horses and give Hakeem faster, better, elf-bred ones.
chris107: Nice!
chris107: Then on to Nippura
chris107: "Thank you my Elf friends!"
chris107: (about 60 miles?)
Smon: You make the 150 miles to Nippuri in a single day's hard riding, though the horses you rode will need a week's rest - the other 3 can take you the 100 miles or so to Nerra in a day.
Smon: Pony Express eat your heart out.
chris107: That's great!
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chris107: A very travel worn Hakeem arrives at Nerra!
Smon: The Nippuri Altanians are most happy to receive three of Prince Cuchulainn of Onhir's finest elven steeds... As the sun is setting behind him Hakeem comes riding into the city on the last and hardiest steed, his Queen, Malenn comes rushing out from the palace to meet him!
Smon: Beaming in joy she throws her arms around her mighty husband.
chris107: "Malenn!"
Smon: "Hakeem!"
chris107: "A boat would have been less painful on my arse."
Smon: Lips raised to kiss her beloved.
chris107: He hugs her joyfully
Smon: Malenn grins: "You are the Chosen of Bondorr, Hakeem! Your arse does not chafe!"
chris107: "Now, tell me what you know of the dragon?"
chris107: "Raise the council!"
chris107:
Smon: She glances at the assembling throng. "Or so they think... Yes, the dragon."
chris107: (Can I add a none chaffing arse to my character sheet?)
Smon: GM: Naw, just propaganda mate
chris107: Drat! Could have proved useful if long rides are needed again.
chris107: "My Lords, good folk of Nerra! I hear tell of peril?"
Smon: GM: It's a little early in the year for calling the Council, but you reckon they can be here in a week, giving you time to LR and get fresh, make other preparations.
chris107: H will settle for which ever members are present.
chris107: He has no time to wait!
chris107: A few days at most, to plan and prepare.
Smon: Hakeem's Council of the Wise - to Meet in Nerra M4 & M9 each year from M9 4447. Lady Meda of Thusia (Amazon/Viridian) Lord Krens of Krens' Cairn (Ghinoran-Tullan) Father Camus of Ahyf, Cleric of Thoth (Nerathi-Alryan) High Priest Larsonos of the Temple-Tomb of Belaras (Ghinoran) Lady Llanet Bronze of Hara (Nerathi-Alryan) Ranger Lord Tagoler of Castle Wode (Nerathi-Alryan) Ernsorn Blue of Seawolf (Altanian) Priestess Lilith of Athena (Ghinoran) General Kogol of the Renth Lands (Nerathi-Alryan) Aya the Shepherdess of Selatine (Ghinoran) Total 10: Amazon 1, Ghinoran 4, Nerathi 4, Altanian 1.
Smon: Lord Bronze & Ranger Lord Tagoler are the only ones nearby.
chris107: Bronze, Tagoler, Blue
chris107: Yup
Smon: You can get most of the local Altanian war chiefs in a couple days.
Smon: You left Ernsorn riding after you three days ago...
chris107: Then we meet at dawn two days hence!
Smon: He should be here with your escort in a couple days hopefully.
Smon: GM: OK you send out fast messengers.
chris107: (We must have been at cross purposes there, no probs)
Smon: Smon: GM: Am I right you made Ernsorn come north with your entourage? chris107: Hakeem asked him to. Smon: Ok.
chris107: Yeah, cossed wires, I thought you meant north to Nerra with Malenn, but no matter
chris107: H has a rare evening he can spend with Malenn & Hassan
chris107: He wants to gather as much information as he can on Matriax. Including why she has suddenly gone off on one.
Smon: GM: Fast riders go out that night, and three nights/two days later you have an arse-chapped Ernsorn, the local Altanian chiefs (& Wise Women if you let them in), and the Nerathi of Hara inc Lord Bronze, Anna Bronze, and Lady Llanet Bronze, still sturdy despite her years and looking only a little worse for her 55-mile ride east.
chris107: See if we can plot he attacks, see if there is a pattern. See if we can guess where will be hit next.
chris107: Hakeem trusts the wise women.
Smon: Lord Bronze smiles broadly. "Your majesty! Good to see you! All went well in the north? New cloak?"
chris107: He greats them all warmly but with the steal given by nessessity
chris107: "News of the North will have to wait my Lord. I hear catastrophy has struck?"
Smon: GM: Hakeem chivvies everyone into the great council hall of the imperial palace, a huge round marble table - newly cleaned & repointed - that was once the legendary Round Table of the Imperial Knights of Nerath.
chris107: "And thank you, the cloak is new."
Smon: Room for all to sit in a circle.
Smon: Anna Bronze: "It's lovely! Elven!"
chris107: "Yes, my Lady. You do look well."
chris107: H will stand to get everyone's undivided attention.
Smon: Kala Greywolf, Wisest of the Wise Women, enters at the head of the WWs and takes her seat, incling her head. "Your Majesty."
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chris107: "I received news that Matriax is at large and attacking our coastal towns at will."
Smon: They all sit & listen, about 20-22 of them.
Smon: Several nod.
chris107: "Kala, good to see you, please take a seat. Time is pressing."
chris107: "What other news do you have of this tradgedy. One at a time now."
Smon: Llanet Bronze: "Yes, indeed. Most strange. First, tales of a flying dragon man all around Vigil Sound, the Gedden Plain, the Korm Basin... now this."
chris107: "A flying Dragonman you say?"
Smon: Her son Lord Bronze smirks, clearly they have discussed this.
chris107: "Tell me all! I have no time for riddles!"
Smon: "Yes, golden, huge. Reported by the Rangers, by the fishermen, from Cahli... Flying all round.
Smon: Lord Bronze: "Shieldbiter. It must have been."
chris107: "Nerra is not too far from the Dragon's wrath that we can sit back!"
chris107: "Would he perhaps have been hunting for Matriax? But no. You said before she arrived?"
chris107: "Was he there at the fallof Trade?"
chris107: "Does he live?"
Smon: Lady Llanet inclines her head. "Apparently Lord Shieldbiter hired a ship in Ahyf to go to the Isle of Dread, slay Matriarx and take her treasure. The ship... did not return. But he returned to Ahyf a good few days later, exhausted from his long flight. By then the first ship debris had washed ashore. Then..."
Smon: "...It was after Shieldbiter had returned to Ahyf that the dragon destroyed Trade."
chris107: Hakeems fists crah down upon the ancient table in such fierce wrath!
chris107: "Surely he defended his people to the death?"
Smon: Llanet looks to her son, then back to Hakeem. "I hear the families of his lost crew were recompensed most handsomely."
Smon: Llanet and all but the sturdiest war chiefs flinched when Hakeem's fist pounded the Round Table of Nerra.
chris107: "That's it? He threw a few coins at the problem? Has he been managing the defence of the shore?"
Smon: Llanet shrugs. "Ahyf belongs to his vassal, the Baroness Sarene. I understand she is in charge of the coastal defences..."
chris107: "No where from Vigil Sound to Oricha is safe."
Smon: Lord Bronze: "Which is to say, she has forbade her crews put to sea while the dragon threat remains. Aye. The coasts are defenceless."
chris107: "He's a f***g liability! His greed has stirred up a natural disaster and he hands out a few coins and hopes that others will clean up his mess?"
chris107: "I'll have his golden skin for this."
Smon: Everyone is pale and tense,
chris107: "But for now I must kill Matriax."
chris107: "Did you lot hear me. I will go sort this out. AGAIN!"
Smon: Malenn puts a hand on Hakeem's shoulder: "Sarene is a bad influence on him, husband. She is a pirate, full of greed and vicious lusts... I think he is a young lizard... dragon... thing. His eggs have recently hatched..."
chris107: "In the mean time I want Ballista fitted around the perimiter of Nerra."
Smon: Minars Rapak stands, hefting his mighty axe. "Let me stand beside you, Lord - King."
chris107: "I turned a blind eye to his cowerdice at Dyson's Delve, from his desertion at Bisgen that lead to Ursa's death. But now this?"
Smon: Kaag, now Greywolf war chief, also stands, a little slower.
chris107: "Minar's my friend. I will ask a service of you. But it is not to stand beside me and face Matriax the Terrible."
chris107: "Stay here and guard Malenn and Hassan until my return."
Smon: Lord Bronze: "About the dragonborn... I agree, milord. I know he quested with you against the Black Sun Gate. But he has proven he is not fit to rule."
Smon: Minars nods sombrely. "Aye. I will protect them with my life, and the life of every Seawolf Warrior! He glances over at the Bronzes. Will you Nerathi do the same?!"
chris107: "His aid was invaluable in the war against Yusan and our early struggles with the Black Sun. However it seems that greed and a lack of heart has cost us dearly."
Smon: Lord Bronze finally stands, glaring back at Minars.
Smon: >>it seems that greed and a lack of heart has cost us dearly<< Ana Bronze (sotto voce): "Well he *is* a dragon..."
Smon: OOC ok I have to go quick swim, get Kyle his dinner!
chris107:
chris107: Cool, see you when you get back. Have a good swim!
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(snip)
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Smon: ah the Yorkshire Internet...
10:13pm 2018-2-05 chris107 Has entered the room
Smon: hi chris
chris107: Internet keeps dropping. Will keep this open on my phone just in case
Smon: good plan
Smon: Found where you posted 1st half
chris107: Don’t want to loose connection just as Hakeem rolls a crit!
Smon: >>Smon: Minars nods sombrely. "Aye. I will protect them with my life, and the life of every Seawolf Warrior! He glances over at the Bronzes. Will you Nerathi do the same?!" chris107: "His aid was invaluable in the war against Yusan and our early struggles with the Black Sun. However it seems that greed and a lack of heart has cost us dearly." Smon: Lord Bronze finally stands, glaring back at Minars. Smon: >>it seems that greed and a lack of heart has cost us dearly<< Ana Bronze (sotto voce): "Well he *is* a dragon..."<<
chris107: So H wants to get everyone preparing for Dragon Attacks just in case...
chris107: To make sure Malenn and little Hassan are protected
Smon: Lord Namelin Bronze: "I will stay here. I will send for more of my best men from Hara. We will guard the Queen Malenn and Prince Hassan, who shall be King of Nerath... Altani-Nerath."
chris107: And to find potions of flying and water breathing /)
chris107: Hakeem smiles at this.
chris107: “We have built something worthwhile. Together. We are stronger together. Thank you Lord Bronze.â€
chris107: “Thank you all my friends.â€
chris107: "Now once more I will risk everything to protect you all."
Smon: Ernsorn Blue: "I have investigated the mystic formulae... I can craft the potion of water breathing you need, milord. I have gathered ingredients along the way. But it will take a week more, at least."
Smon: Bronze nods in acknowledgement, clearly proud and happy to have Hakeem's approval.
chris107: "What do we know of the Dragon's attacks? Has it any pattern?"
chris107: "Can we predict where she may strike next?"
Smon: The Council look to each other.
Smon: Much shaking of heads. Lord Bronze: "I may have an idea... "
chris107: "Share it with us."
Smon: Llanet smiles: "Well, it was more my idea, really."
chris107: "Your wisdom is always welcome."
Smon: Her son reddens slightly at Llanet's words, and sits down.
Smon: The Bronze matriarch speaks thoughtfully.
Smon: "We recently entertained in Hara a merchant prince, an old friend of yours Hak-Your Majesty. Eldam Alamsor of Rallu, his name."
chris107: "Indeed?"
Smon: "He had much fascinating gossip from Rallu, some of which concerns the Lady Vex of Selatine... But I shall speak of that later."
Smon: "Well, of course, we asked Mr Alamsor about the dragon attacks, and how his ship had come through safely. He said that he had had the good fortune to hear the rumours in time, and it seemed to him that the attacks were focused in an arc from the Isle of Dread west towards Ahyf - and what was Trade. So he hugged the north coast, abandoned plans to visit Ahyf, and made it safely to the Korm Basin, up the Farhills to Hara.
chris107: "So Matriax is hunting for her tormentor?"
chris107: "Shieldbiter."
Smon: Llanet toys with a silver orb. Nods. "I think rather it may be indicting trade all across the Dragon Dominion. Clear Meadows, Ahyf, Trade before the attack - their fishing ships have all suffered heavily.
chris107: "That must mean she flies just North of Kren's Cairn?"
Smon: /roll d6x3
Smon Rolls 1d6x3 and gets:
2 = 2
3 = 3
4 = 4
Smon: "The Haran fishing fleet is unscathed, and I do not think ships of the eastern Ghinarian coast have been lost, either. As far as we know."
Smon: Lord Bronze rolls out a large map showing the area.
chris107: "Then she is tormenting the Dragon Dominion."
Smon: "Aye - from the Cape of No Return to Clear Meadows, at least."
chris107: (I just happen to have it in front of me
Smon: Lady Bronze: "The earliest attacks may have been a mere spasm of rage... but we believe it learned of Shieldbiter, and is now set upon bringing ruin to his realm."
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Smon: Malenn frowns: "There may be some good news in this so. If Matriarx has not destroyed Ahyf, that may mean she fears to face Shieldbiter and the full strength of his warriors. "
chris107: Most likely Ahyf as it’s on the coast?
Smon: Smon: Lady Bronze: "The earliest attacks may have been a mere spasm of rage... but we believe it learned of Shieldbiter, and is now set upon bringing ruin to his realm." 10:31pm 2018-2-05 chris107 Has exited the room 10:31pm 2018-2-05 chris107 Has entered the room Smon: Malenn frowns: "There may be some good news in this so. If Matriarx has not destroyed Ahyf, that may mean she fears to face Shieldbiter and the full strength of his warriors. "
chris107: "Perhaps Ahyf or Clerar Meadows is next on her list?"
chris107: Then maybe I can intercept her ?
Smon: Lord Bronze grins. "I believe your Queen is wise, as always your Majesty. Doubtless Matriarx knows the dragonborn was not in Trade."
chris107: If she is avoiding Trade
chris107: Clear Meadows May be her next target?
Smon: Ladty Anna Bronze: "I would bet on Clear Meadows next. Aye."
chris107: Avoiding Ahyf
chris107: Sorry
Smon: There is a general rumble of assent.
chris107: Then that is where I shall be waiting. I need to find some way of flying however.
Smon: Malenn: "I could be wrong... But even if it is not fear stays her hand, she may wish to torment him more, before the end. And Clear Meadows is a weak target."
Smon: Minars: "A Wizard? A flying beast?"
chris107: The wisdom of our women is well known. We are blessed.
Smon: Kala Greywolf takes that as a cue.
Smon: Kala stands, looks Hakeem in the eye.
chris107: I fear a flying beast would only perish under Matriax’s foul breath
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Smon: "There are those who say, no man can face a great wyrm dragon and prevail."
chris107: Evening Bochi
Bochi: Didn't mean to interrupt. Just wanted to say I can't make it tomorrow evening.
chris107: “I must.â€
Bochi:
Smon: She pauses dramatically. "But what was Bondorr, but a Man, with a Man's courage?"
Smon: You ruined my NPC's dramatic speech Bocchi.
chris107: Sorry to hear that Chris. Hope all is okay?
Bochi: All is fine. Party meeting. Only happens every two months.
Bochi: Otherwise I have a grand-niece born yesterday so all is very good.
chris107: Kala, wise woman. I must, as Bondorr before me. Stand against this dreadful foe.
chris107: Congrats Bochi
chris107: And thanks for letting me know.
Smon: Kala nods slowly. Beside her, Hakeem's crazy(ish) aunt Nefeti, her hair stained yellow and mauve by the enchanted dusts she uses for her divinations, speaks up too.
Bochi: I am sorry S'mon. I will go now! Raaawwwwrrrrrrrr!
Smon: Nefeti: "Just a Man, but he didn't defeat a dragon... he defeated ALL THE DRAGONS!" She almost yells, then sits, beaming.
Smon: Kala nods. "And won our freedom. Forever."
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Smon: LOL if Bocchi had done that to Kala in game the consequences would be dire.
chris107: Hakeem cheers the old girl!
Smon: The Altanians cheer loudly!
chris107: Haha
chris107: Then I shall do as Bondorr before me!
Smon: Kala, for possibly the first time in Hakeem's still-young life, gives him a slight but approving smile, and sits back down.
Smon: Even the Nerathi seem heartened, cheering a bit.
chris107: OOC - That is progress!
chris107: Hakeem speaks again
chris107: But I must have some way to catch her if she flees.
chris107: I would bound upon her back and stab the life from her. But then I would plummet to my doom.
chris107: Ah! So be it. A price worth paying to rid us of this fell beast.
Smon: Kala: "I have read the runes... the dragon is old, very old, and proud."
chris107: H - maybe this will work in our favour? I have to try.
Smon: "The legends of Matriarx go back two thousand years... and she was not young then."
chris107: Then I go to Clear Meadows at Dawn.
Smon: Kala nods. "If you challenge her to single fight, she will come. "
Smon: Kala glances around the other Wise Women. "We have consulted... the spirits of the dead. There are things we should speak of further... but not with those not of the People."
chris107: “For you my friends. For Bondorr and FOR THE EMPIRE!
Smon: More cheering, but Kala's air has turned serious.
Smon: Lord Bronze: "We are all brothers and sisters now, Wise Woman. Speak up."
Smon: Kala Greywolf, widow of old Vorkes, shakes her head. "No. With the King-Regent, alone."
chris107: Hakeem breaks up the meeting explaining he must be off at dawn. He invites Kala and the others to his private chambers
chris107: @ lord bronze
chris107: Our wise women must have their way on this.
Smon: The meeting breaks up. LLanet Bronze: "If I might have a moment, after the Wise Women? Just a small matter - it can wait if you prefer."
Smon: Lord Bronze shrugs and nods. "Of course."
Smon: GM: 5 minutes later in Hakeem's private chambers... Malenn is holding Hassan - now walking, albeit unsteady - as a gaggle of Wise Women led by Kala enter the Royal Chambers with Hakeem.
Smon: Kala eyes Malenn.
chris107: H thanks them again and heads to his chambers to polish his sword
Smon: Kala: "Queen Malenn, you are..."
chris107: @ Kala - She is my woman. She is Greywolf now
Smon: Malenn looks back hard at Kala.
Smon: Kala nods. "Yes. She is of the People."
chris107: - and my son will always be Greywolf.
Smon: Kala takes a long slow breath out before speaking.
Smon: "Hakeem - in the old tales, there was once a terrible empire, the demonbrood empire of Bael Turath, that is called the Empire of Glorious Doomfire."
chris107: "I hve heard such."
Smon: "Built on the bones of the Dragon Cities, yet even worse, for their Infernal corruption. Few relics survive now - a few such as Oriax, perhaps. Dark artifacts, such as the Black Sun sought to use against us."
chris107: H nods
chris107: Respectful of their wisdom
Smon: "They destroyed the Dragonborn Empire of Arkhosia with the Doomfire, yet that was their undoing - the dark energies exploded, destroyed their city, sunk cursed Turath beneath the waves."
chris107: He waits...
chris107: Knowing the ways of the wise.
Smon: "In this dark time, the legends say, a Hero of Altanis arose. A man, who united the Altanian clans with the survving soldiers of the Dragonborn. Together they destroyed the Dark Empire utterly..."
Smon: "This man wore the Armour of Bondorr. In history, he has no other name - Bondorr had come again, they said. Bondorr Reborn. His victories were countless."
Smon: "For, with the armour of Bondorr, he could not die... Even when blasted by the infernal sorceries of the Demonbrood, always he would awaken and return to the fight. Until..."
Smon: She looks down. "A man can grow too proud."
chris107: Hakeem nods
Smon: "A dragon had come, and had taken the sea temple of a Ghinarian god for her lair - Zeus, Poseidon, it does not matter. The Ghinarians were vexed, and cried out for aid. As is their wont."
Smon: Much smiling at that.
chris107:
Smon: "Bondorr... the hero, he told them he would avenge their loss, and in return they would join the Empire he was building from the ashes of Bael Turath. He set out to sea, with his loyal companions..."
Smon: "...One returned, weeks later, clinging to driftwood. He told how Bon... the hero, had boldly challenged the dragon. How they had fought. How her adamantine talon had smashed the diamond at his chest... then slew him. This time, he did not return."
Smon: Kala steeples her hands. "Matriarx is very old... But I'm sure she remembers."
chris107: "A salutory tale."
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Smon: Malenn: "And Matriarx is much older now. More powerful. Still..."
chris107: Tomorrow I leave for clear meadows
chris107: Not in hubris
chris107: Not for pride
chris107: But for the honour of Greywolf and for the Empire
chris107: "I would have fought Kainos without the protection of Bondprr's jewel. I do not fear a good death. I am Greywolf."
chris107: History need not repeat itself
chris107: "Have you other words for me?"
Smon: Malenn looks up from stroking Hassan's hair, her eyes glistening but full of love. "You are not prideful, my dearest love. I know you will return. For me, for Hassan. For the Empire." She pauses. "Could this yet be an opportunity for us? If she thinks you are Bon... the Hero, come again? She may be arrogant..."
Smon: Nefeti cackles: "She'll want a rematch!"
chris107: "She will damn well get one!" Grins Hakeem
Smon: Malenn grins, then rushes over to Hakeem (Hassan toddling over to Nefeti) hugging him close.
Smon: Most of the Wise Women coo over the young prince.
chris107: "Nowif that's all ladies? I have some much needed ravishing to take care of before I go."
Smon: Kala folds her arms, smiling slightly. "Rav... yes, that is all, 'King Regent'" (slightly sardonic tone). "Heed our words. Be safe and prevail." She cocks her head. "Oh... We have decided we shall aid Ernsorn with his potion. You shall have it in the morning."
chris107: The armour and sword polishing can wait until just before dawn
chris107: "Thank you. The Greywolf will gain much honour from this."
Smon: GM: I take it Hakeem's not interested in Llanet Bronze's gossip right now? Hands full, eh?
chris107: Just a bit
Smon: The Wise Women withdraw, seeming happy (always a good thing)
Smon: Please roll a d6
chris107: He's ready to face Matriax.
chris107 rolls 1d6 and gets: 6,
Smon: Pre-dragon sex is the BEST sex!
chris107:
chris107: Pregnent again?
Smon: Yup
chris107: Yay!
Smon: Very Kyle Reese/Sarah Connor... hope Hakeem lives to see the child!
chris107: Another reason for Hakeem to come back safely
chris107: Me too
Smon: GM: You're riding to Clear Meadows?
chris107: (The fight in the Arthur film with his uncle at the end was very Kainos/Hakeem I thought?)
chris107: Yes. The time is here and hakeem is ready to face Her.
Smon: (I felt the bad guy was a bit of a dork. Bill, a London boy, loved the film of course)
chris107:
chris107: It was straight out of a Frazzeta painting.
Smon: Kainos' spear split the earth. Its blows stunned the mightiest of warriors...
Smon: My fight was better.
chris107:
chris107: It was pretty awsome!
chris107: This one will be too!
Smon: I think half way through I was thinking: "Wow, didn't expect Kainos to be kicking his butt THAT easy. It's not even close!"
chris107: Me too. But Hakeem will NEVER give up. Death or Glory!
Smon: "Maybe doubling his attacks was a bit much when he was ALREADY CR 22 before that and the extra 5 points of AC from the shield..."
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Smon: "I can see why Chris wanted to be level 20! At least then he'd have had a fighting chance!"
11:18pm 2018-2-05 chris107 Has entered the room
Smon: Smon: "Maybe doubling his attacks was a bit much when he was ALREADY CR 22 before that and the extra 5 points of AC from the shield..." 11:18pm 2018-2-05 chris107 Has exited the room Smon: "I can see why Chris wanted to be level 20! At least then he'd have had a fighting chance!"
chris107: Hehe
Smon: GM: OK back to game...
chris107: Ready when you are
Smon: After a passionate night of lovemaking with the most beautiful, loyal, wise (well, tied with Meda) and loving lady in all the world, Hakeem is up early, ready to be off.
Smon: Armour girded on, 3 elven horses ready to take him to Clear Meadows.
chris107: The w
Smon: You going alone?
chris107: Sword and Armour of Bondorr gleaming
chris107: He is going alone. He can’t risk anyone else getting hurt
chris107: Maybe a small cadre who could lurk safely in the town?
chris107: Erneson Blue included so he can do sendings?
Smon: Altanian? Or pick up Nerathi at Hara?
chris107: But they must lay low and help the folks of CM do the same.
Smon: OK, rem w Ernsorn w you he can't be in Nerra to tell you of events there.
chris107: Good thinking. He will go alone.
Smon: GM: It's a bit over 100 miles to Clear Meadows as the horse rides...
11:24pm 2018-2-05 chris107 Has exited the room
11:25pm 2018-2-05 chris107 Has entered the room
chris107: He will break it into two days?
chris107: Needs to be fresh when he gets there
Smon: A cadre of Wode Rangers including Lord Tagoler & Anna Souvari keep you company from Nera to Hara.
chris107: Nice
chris107: Hakeem has always liked the Rangers
Smon: That's pretty much exactly half way, so you can rest at Lord Bronze's Hall overnight.
Smon: /roll d6
Smon rolls 1d6 and gets: 3,
Smon: Sadly Eldam Alamsor's ship has recently sailed.
Smon: (hope he doesn't get eaten!) :-O
chris107: Me too!
Smon: Anna Souvari asks how Thuruar is keeping. "Sometimes he doesn't Send for weeks..." she smiles wryly.
Smon: (the travails of a long distance relationship)
chris107: "He is a busy man. He sent his best regards."
Smon: GM: Next morning Hakeem rises early again - the bed was too soft, but he'll survive - and rides on, reaching the Cahli ferry at lunchtime.
Smon: /roll d6
Smon rolls 1d6 and gets: 1,
Smon: lucky
chris107: Hakeem enjoys the ride. His senses alert and ready for action.
Smon: All is peaceful, the slightly awestruck ferryman poles you across (no charge!)
chris107: Hakeem drops him 10GP (All he has now)
Smon: "Them Night Things been a mite warier since you chopped a bunch o'them up, Yer Majesty!"
chris107: You can't take it with you!
Smon: The yokel drops to his knees, thanking the King-Regent for his great generosity.
chris107: Hakeem is happy!
chris107: Very happy. Destiny once more rides with him.
Smon: Then on through Cahli and riding east through familiar paths, the mound of Tizun Thane's volcano rising in the green hills to his right, Lady Meda's Thusia hidden somewhere beyond.
Smon: The green hills of what feels oddly like home.
Smon: /roll d6
Smon rolls 1d6 and gets: 4,
chris107: lucky tonight
chris107: so far!
Smon: (Yup!) Then he tops a rise and sees the large village/small town of Clear Meadows spread out before him.
chris107: He scans the horizon, just in case...
Smon: Smoke rises from chimneys. Many fishing boats ride at anchor, but otherwise seems peaceful.
chris107: Then canters down gently.
chris107: Are there look outs?
Smon: No black dragons on the horizon as Hakeem rides into town, armour shining in the late afternoon light - the guards hurriedly open the gate at his approach.
chris107: Hakeem remembers the last time he was here.
Smon: Old father Synjyn comes out from the Temple of St Irrig to greet him, looking rather frail, supported by buxom Sister Tamara, his daughter Amari following behind.
chris107: He shivers at the foul entity that was weaving it's spell over the little community.
Smon: K'tulu!
chris107: Aye
chris107: "Synjyn. You are all in danger. I need your help."
Smon: Synjyn nods, fear in his eyes. "I thought as much. Come."
Smon: He beckon you into the temple.
chris107: Hakeem joins him.
Smon: "The Omens... water like blood. The entrails of the chickens reek like week-old death."
chris107: "Matriarx is coming my old friend. I will fight and kill her."
Smon: He staggers on the last step, Tamara catching him.
Smon: Nods.
chris107: "But I need warning of her approach and your people must stay safe."
Smon: You gather in Synjyn's study.
Smon: The trio listen gravely.
chris107: "A warning system, beacons maybe?"
chris107: "And do you have a safe place out of town or safe below ground that you can supply to keep your folks safe?"
chris107: oopps
Smon: Synjyn: "Even the whisper of her coming fouls the land. Beacons? Aye... To the east, towards Ahyf? She will come from her Isle."
chris107: tired typing there
Smon: Amari: "The caves... the Caves of the Demon Slayer?"
chris107: "Then be swift. I know not when the terror will descend."
Smon: Synjyn turns to Amari: "Tell the Town Guard to ready beacons, as instructed."
chris107: "Do not delve too deeply into those caves. Take your hunters for wild beasts may have inhabitd the upper level. "
chris107: "Take supplies for a week at least. Leave me food and water too if you would."
Smon: He pauses. "Yes. Shieldbiter's Lizardmen are here in garrison, with a Dragonborn, Steelclaw. They can clear the upper caves. If he agrees - I do not rule here, now."
Smon: Tamara: "You had better talk with Steelclaw, your Majesty - Hakeem."
chris107: "Then go in peace and stay safe. I will await Her coming."
chris107: Hakeem will go see Steelclaw as plans are put into action.
Smon: GM: The priest ladies hurry around to do his bidding while Synjyn sits wearily. Tamara leads Hakeem to the Lizardman barracks down near the waterfront, Sounds of raucous feasting within.
Smon: Tamara knocks on the door.
Smon: A small lizardman opens the door, looks up at Hakeem, frowns.
chris107: He will also scout around to find a place where hewill be easily visibe
Smon: "Whoossa you?"
chris107: "My name is Hakeem. Get me Steelclaw please."
Smon: Out on the quayside past the lizardman barracks on the harbour wall looks perfect.
Smon: The lizardman shrugs, slithers away. Tamara yells after: "Tell him his KING has come!"
chris107: He makes a mental note of this. Absentmidedly brushing a speck from his gleaming armour.
Smon: A short while later a grizzled veteran dragonborn arrives, followed by a few lizardmen.
Smon: https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtCr6ItmwMjaL2mNhdNSY97XzYSlwbdy77e2kRX4tEcIRaDoIMG83OyatWFXX57bJt9vnvQyIauxOExTo0rfjpFWeHGdsl1bIm2AeYSyaRHGi3xGWPhmVSyIte30sp42X9li9XpdTn94w/s320/73975718b56d537b01f11cee714e9158.jpg
chris107: "Steelclaw I assume?"
Smon: He looks.
Smon: Nods.
Smon: "You are Hakeem. I fought with you at Krens' Cairn, when we killed your father."
chris107: "I need you to get these folks to safety. Check out the caves they will show you and look after them for a week. Do you understand?"
Smon: Steelclaw's voice is deep and rumbly.
Smon: He considers. "Why?"
chris107: "That was a good fight, Steelclaw. I am proud to have battled at your side."
chris107: "Because I ask it of you as a battle brother."
Smon: The dragonborn smiles slightly. "We take em from South. You take em from North. Boss Shieldbiter take em from air. We get em all!"
Smon: He nods, straightening and puffing out his broad chest.
chris107: "We did indeed." Hakeem grins in fond rememberence.
Smon: "So, we fight again now?"
Smon: "In caves?"
chris107: "No my friend. I need you to protect these good folk."
chris107: "There may be fighting there but I hope not."
Smon: "Protect Shieldbiter's folk. That's what I do."
chris107: "Good, then help them move their things. You must hurry. You have my thanks. warrior."
Smon: He nods. Then pauses. "Why we take them there?"
Smon: /roll d6
Smon rolls 1d6 and gets: 4,
chris107: "Because I asked you."
Smon: Hakeem instinctively glances out to sea. Still all clear...
Smon: Steelclaw considers this. "You my boss's boss..."
chris107: "Go now, please. Swiftly."
Smon: Roll CHA +Prof
Smon: DC 13
chris107 rolls 1d20+8 and gets: 13, (+8) = 21
Smon: Steelclaw nods. "You tell boss what we do."
Smon: He turns and starts barking orders in lizard-draconic to his 'men'.
chris107: "I will. Now go with all speed. Keep them safe."
Smon: By sunset a line of refugees is streaming out from Clear Meadows, heavy laden with supplies, towards the Caves of Clevenus south of town.
chris107: Hakeem goes and inspects the quayside.
chris107: Making sure their is plenty of room to fight.
chris107: He piles rocks onto several crates just in case he has to throw them.
chris107: And marks off where the edge of the quay is so as not to fall or be driven in to the water too easily.
Smon: The quays with enveloping harbour walls create a sort of wide open arena, a narrow channel out to the open sea between them.
Smon: The water in the harbour is calm, and not at all deep. Red crabs scuttle across the sand.
chris107: He then sits with a water skin and some sausage looking out along the coast.
chris107: He laughs at the crabs antics.
chris107: He is in a jolly mood.
Smon: Falling from the far side one would go about 20' onto nasty jagged rocks (4d6 dmg)
Smon: /roll d6
Smon rolls 1d6 and gets: 6,
Smon: LOL
chris107: .......
chris107: Perfect timing!
Smon: The sun sets, red light illuminating Hakeem's rugged features like an Altanian God of War... Which may not be far from the truth...
chris107:
Smon: And at last, on deathly wings, it comes. The warning fire is the first sign, on the promonotory a mile or so east of town.
Smon: But a short moment later Hakeem sees it himself, flying in from the north-east.
Smon: Ancient, evil, and ...huge. Unbelievably huge.
chris107: Hakeem says a silent prayer to his ancestors and to Bondorr. The mighty blade in his hand crackles into life. A blue beacon to guid Her home..
Smon: Hakeem remembers the first dragon he killed, a young red. Mouse to an elephant.
chris107: "She is BIG."
Smon: The light shines bright in the coming darkness.
chris107: He holds the crackling blade on high!
chris107: "REMEMBER ME< LIZARD?!"
chris107: "REMEMBER THE BIGHT OF MY BLADE?!"
Smon: The great black dragon approaches... and lands on the opposite quay, regarding Hakeem with eyes of emerald fire.
Smon: "YES."
chris107: "Why do you bother my lands again? Do you want death?"
Smon: "BONDORR. YOU DIED ONCE. YOU CAN DIE AGAIN."
chris107: "BAH! Your wits have grown slow!"
Smon: Matriarx inclines her head, almost catlike despite her vast age and bulk.
chris107: "Slow like your old body!"
Smon: "THE LITTLE DRAGON-THING ATTACKED *ME*... THESE ARE HIS LANDS. HE MUST SUFFER, BEFORE THE END."
chris107: "Come! Fly home and trouble me no more. You have grown senile to return."
Smon: She sighs, acidic steam rising from her mouth.
chris107: "THESE ARE MY LANDS!"
chris107: "THE LITTLE DRAGON MAN WAS FOOLISH! BUT YOU WILL NOT DESTROY WHAT IS MINE!"
Smon: "YOU INSULT ME, LITTLE MAN THING. IT IS NOT GOOD. YES, I AM OLD, EVEN FOR MY KIND. PERHAPS I SHALL DIE SOON..."
chris107: The sword of Bondorr crackles away, menacingly.
Smon: roll an intimidate check CHA+Prof
chris107: "You were great, Matriarx. One of the greatest to ever live."
chris107 rolls 1d20+8 and gets: 12, (+8) = 20
chris107: "But now you must die."
chris107: (How far away is she?)
Smon: /roll d20+11
Smon rolls 1d20+11 and gets: 15, (+11) = 26
chris107: Hakeem's summons his rage.
Smon: She's not intimidated.
chris107: (Secretly that pleases me )
Smon: The gap is about 40', too far for normal man to jump...
Smon: No problem for your boots.
chris107: This will be a good fight!
chris107: "BONDORR!"
chris107: Hakeem leaps!
Smon: Matriarx ROARS!
Smon: init
Smon: /roll d20+2
Smon rolls 1d20+2 and gets: 12, (+2) = 14
chris107 Rolls 1d20+2x2 and gets:
13 (+2) = 15
12 (+2) = 14
Smon: close!
chris107: Phew! Close!
Smon: OK you Rage, run & leap across the harbour gap into the face of the enormous & quite surprised dragon.
chris107: (I think that's how this fight will go)
chris107: He slashes at the massive beast!
chris107 Rolls 1d20+16x2 and gets:
14 (+16) = 30
9 (+16) = 25
Smon: regular attack, not reckless yes?
chris107: His Berserk rage upon him!
chris107: Not reckless, no.
Smon: AC 22, hit
chris107 rolls 4d8+28 and gets: 3, 7, 6, 6, (+28) = 50
Smon: 2 atts this round, 2+1 future rounds ok?
chris107: yup
Smon: The sword bites into her chest/neck armour - deep, but the wounds seem tiny.
Smon: But...
Smon: You also have Dragonbane remember
Smon: +3d6/hit as I recall
chris107 rolls 6d6 and gets: 1, 4, 1, 2, 6, 1, = 15
chris107: Almost forgot that!
Smon: Matriarx's tail lashes up from the water...
Smon: /roll d20+15
Smon rolls 1d20+15 and gets: 7, (+15) = 22
chris107: AC25
Smon: no effect
Smon: Her go...
Smon: She roars... Frightful Presence, no effect on a Raging Berserker
Smon: 2 claws...
Smon: /roll d20+15x2
chris107: (That's the ace in Hakeem's hole!)
Smon Rolls 1d20+15x2 and gets:
1 (+15) = 16
14 (+15) = 29
Smon: 1 hit
Smon: /roll 2d6+8
Smon rolls 2d6+8 and gets: 4, 3, (+8) = 15
Smon: 15/2=7
Smon: bite
Smon: /roll d20+15
chris107: (Resistance to Acid from Armour of Bondorr)
Smon rolls 1d20+15 and gets: 9, (+15) = 24
Smon: ok handy
Smon: good old Bondorr eh?
Smon: anyway the armour holds.
chris107: 318/325
chris107: Good old Bondorr!
Smon: "YOU ARE STRONGER THAN THE LITTLE DRAGON-THING..."
chris107: Retributive strike for her claw hit
chris107 rolls 1d20+16 and gets: 11, (+16) = 27
Smon: HIT
chris107 rolls 2d8+14 and gets: 3, 8, (+14) = 25
Smon: ouch
chris107 rolls 3d6 and gets: 4, 1, 2, = 7
Smon: 32 total
Smon: Round 2 - your go
chris107: Hakeem sets about his grizzly task.
Smon: Matriarx looks puzzled...
chris107 Rolls 1d20+16x3 and gets:
19 (+16) = 35
2 (+16) = 18
20 (+16) = 36
Smon: Jeez!
Smon: Bondorr is with you tonight!
chris107 rolls 9d8+28 and gets: 7, 6, 3, 6, 3, 8, 2, 4, 4, (+28) = 71
Smon: Barbarian crits
chris107 rolls 6d6 and gets: 1, 1, 3, 6, 2, 4, = 17
Smon: 88 dmg
chris107: Phew!
chris107:
Smon: Now Matriarx knows fear.
Smon: Her wings beat...
Smon: roll a DC 23 DEX slave or be flattened
Smon: As she rises up.
chris107 Rolls 1d20+8x2 and gets:
7 (+8) = 15
18 (+8) = 26
chris107: Yay!
chris107: Hakeem braces himself. He has work to do.
Smon: Hakeem ducks the flailing wing as Matriarx flaps back 40', into the sea just offshore.
Smon: Her go - her head rises up, still high above the harbour wall, as she breathes a gout of acid at Hakeem.
Smon: DC 22 DEX for half
Smon: /roll 15d8
chris107 Rolls 1d20+8x2 and gets:
16 (+8) = 24
1 (+8) = 9
Smon rolls 15d8 and gets: 4, 7, 8, 4, 3, 4, 8, 7, 3, 4, 1, 4, 8, 1, 3, = 69
chris107: + resistance
Smon: 69/2=34/2=17
Smon: Just a scratch
chris107: 301/325
Smon: However she is now in the water 20' from land.
Smon: Deepish water, too.
chris107: His go?
Smon: (OOC I'm basing the harbour on Portsoy, 16th century fishing port on north coast of Scotland)
chris107: Supping his Water Breathing potion he leaps onto her!
Smon: Matriarx paddles back another 40' for her move, so 80' away.
chris107: (Nice! We never did get to Scotland last year. Deffo later on this year though.)
chris107: she was 20' away at the beggining of H's turn?
chris107: Or 80'?
Smon: GM: Your standard leap is 24x3= 72', so DC 25 Athletics check (STR, advtg) to land on her, or 24 (which you auto pass) to land in water nearby.
chris107: On her please!
Smon: She retreated 40' w legendary action wing flap, then moved another 40'.
chris107 Rolls 1d20+13x2 and gets:
19 (+13) = 32
15 (+13) = 28
Smon: Hakeem easily leaps - could have done 90'.
chris107: (Adv on Str rolls with rage)
Smon: (I know even said so)
chris107: Oops
chris107: it's late
Smon: Matriarx says something in Draconic which roughly translates as "OH COME ONNNN!!"
chris107: Was drinking the potion his action?
Smon: As Hakeem lands on her back.
chris107: Hahahahah
Smon: Yup looks like
chris107: Okay, cool. Her turn
Smon: She tries to swat you off with her wings - DC 23 DEX save
chris107: H wraps his mighty thews around her
chris107: Dex or Strength?
Smon: (comments about Malenn vs dragon comparison come to mind)
Smon: DC 23 DEX save
chris107 Rolls 1d20+8x2 and gets:
14 (+8) = 22
3 (+8) = 11
Smon: aw
chris107: Damn!
Smon: Hakeem is knocked off, into the water with a splush.
chris107: Thosw wing buffet are mean!
Smon: /roll 2d6+8
Smon rolls 2d6+8 and gets: 4, 1, (+8) = 13
Smon: 13/2=6 dmg
chris107: 295/325
Smon: "I HAVE YOU NOW...." (best James Earl Jones voice)
chris107:
Smon: Matriarx dives into the water, where Hakeem not being a fish or aquatic dragon should be vulnerable.
chris107: Hakeem is glad he invested in the potions!
Smon: GM: You grant advtg & have disad except w a few special weapons, piercers.
Smon: But you can still breathe.
chris107: okay
Smon: So she THINKS you're easy meat now...
chris107: Then it's time to get reckless!
Smon: bite
Smon: /roll d20+15x2
Smon Rolls 1d20+15x2 and gets:
18 (+15) = 33
16 (+15) = 31
Smon: claws
Smon: /roll d20+15x2
Smon Rolls 1d20+15x2 and gets:
13 (+15) = 28
7 (+15) = 22
Smon: /roll d20+15x2
chris107: AC25
Smon Rolls 1d20+15x2 and gets:
10 (+15) = 25
4 (+15) = 19
Smon: AC 25?
chris107: yup
Smon: oh btw remembering your cloak +1 sv bonus?
chris107: I didn't!
Smon: LOL
chris107: That would have made 23!
chris107: Bugger!
Smon: too late!
Smon:
chris107: Yup
Smon: /roll 2d10+8
Smon: /roll 2d8
Smon rolls 2d10+8 and gets: 8, 2, (+8) = 18
Smon rolls 2d8 and gets: 6, 2, = 8
Smon: /roll 4d6+16
Smon rolls 4d6+16 and gets: 2, 3, 2, 6, (+16) = 29
Smon: 9+4+14=27 dmg total
chris107: acid resistant
Smon: incliuded that
Smon: that was the d8s
chris107: 268/325
Smon: 27 dmg after halving all
chris107: He makes a riposte lunge
Smon: disad
chris107 Rolls 1d20+16x2 and gets:
10 (+16) = 26
11 (+16) = 27
Smon: hits anyway (26)
chris107: even with disadvantage!
chris107 rolls 2d8+14 and gets: 1, 6, (+14) = 21
chris107 rolls 3d6 and gets: 2, 4, 6, = 12
Smon: Tail swipe (reckon wings aren't good underwater)
chris107: Then he goes all reckless! (Countering the disadv?)
chris107: Stabbing with the blade of Bondorr's sword!
Smon: ok
Smon: have to wait for taily swipey
chris107 Rolls 1d20+16x3 and gets:
16 (+16) = 32
17 (+16) = 33
7 (+16) = 23
Smon: AC 22
Smon: poor baby!
chris107: Wow! The sword REALLY hates Dragons
Smon:
chris107 rolls 6d8+42 and gets: 4, 8, 5, 3, 6, 7, (+42) = 75
chris107 rolls 9d6 and gets: 5, 3, 5, 3, 1, 6, 4, 1, 2, = 30
Smon: lol
Smon: Tail swipe
chris107: WOW!
Smon: /roll d20+15x2
Smon Rolls 1d20+15x2 and gets:
11 (+15) = 26
14 (+15) = 29
Smon: hit
Smon: /roll 2d8+8
chris107: AC25
Smon rolls 2d8+8 and gets: 5, 7, (+8) = 20
chris107: 258/325
Smon: 10 dmg net, Hakeem goes sailing up into the air for a moment, eye level with the frightened dragon.
Smon: morale check
Smon: /roll 2d6
Smon rolls 2d6 and gets: 6, 6, = 12
Smon: Matriarx turns to flee!
chris107: "GRRRRR!"
Smon: Dash Action flee at max speed
chris107: Hakeem grabs hold!
Smon: Have to drop sword
chris107: opportunity attack?
chris107: She didn't disengage so AOO?
Smon: You can use your opp att reaction to grab IF you drop the Sword of Bondorr in the briny deep
Smon: Yes so either you stab or grab
Smon: your choice
chris107: He's not doing that
chris107: Stab!
Smon: AC 22, disad as not your turn
chris107 Rolls 1d20+16x2 and gets:
13 (+16) = 29
5 (+16) = 21
Smon: miss!
chris107: Drat!
Smon: Matriarx swims rapidly out to sea (now 80' away)
chris107: Can he send a Lightning Bolt at her?
Smon: Leaving Hakeem in the water, where he can't jump, nor can he swim as fast as her...
Smon: Yup!
chris107: "COME BACK YOU COWARDLY BITCH!"
Smon: /roll d8
Smon rolls 1d8 and gets: 1,
Smon: LOLL!!!!!!!!
chris107: He calls down Bondorr's bolt.
Smon: Shit Bondorr loves you!
Smon: That was my 1 in 8 weather check!
chris107: hehe
chris107: max damage then!
Smon: Storm clouds thunder overhead as rain pours down on the unfortunate dragon.
Smon: Thunder rolls and SHAZAM lightning strikes...
Smon: wja
Smon: what dmg?
chris107: 5d6 max
chris107: 15
chris107: 80?
chris107: Let me check, didn't expect to use that tonight
Smon: 84
Smon: An Exhalted Champion of Bondorr can cast a 14d6 (49 damage) lightning bolt from the sword as a bonus action 1/day. If a lightning storm is raging overhead this damage is maximised (84 damage).
Smon: She has 50 left...
chris107: (+ she's in water?)
chris107: ....
Smon: ok disad on save
Smon: /roll d20+9x2
Smon Rolls 1d20+9x2 and gets:
16 (+9) = 25
1 (+9) = 10
Smon: fail.
chris107: YES!
Smon: As the dazzling flash clears, Hakeem sees the vast bulk of the dragon floating motionless in the water.
Smon: 33,000 XP
chris107: He kicks towards it.
chris107: wow!
Smon: Hakeem reaches Matriarx.
chris107: Climbing onto her he hacks off the head.
Smon: The ancient dragon, perhaps the oldest black dragon in all Pazidan, is dead at last.
Smon: That takes awhile, the neck is about 8' thick.
chris107: He raises his blade skywards to the storm above. "BONNNDDDOOORRRRR!"
chris107: Thanks Simon!
chris107: There I must leave you as I'm up at 0430!
Smon: The storm rages all night. Bondor's lightning dances off the hilltops. But as dawn lightens the eastern sky a very tired Hakeem hauls the enormous head, easily 12' long, onto the shore.
chris107: Hakeem will be making all haste to the coast to take a boat to her island before the treasure hunters hear about it
chris107: Very Cool!
Smon: Sleep tight! I'll ruminate on your 3rd Epic Boon.
Smon: I'll tell Bill the bad news tomorrow.
chris107: That's brilliant. Nearly there for his 50,000XP stat rise too
chris107: G'night
chris107:
Smon: NIght!
Sunday, 4 February 2018
30/7/47 Prisha Acharya in the Royal Court - Lyssana (1400 XP)
(some adult content/mature themes)
10:59pm 2018-2-04 Smon Has entered the room
11:04pm 2018-2-04 joriandrake Has entered the room
joriandrake: hi
joriandrake: it ended jsut now
Smon: Hi Jorian.
joriandrake: If you're still awake enough to play I'm up for it
Smon: I can do an hour I reckon yup
joriandrake: OK then, where do we start? already in the castle?
Smon: Picking up early evening 30/7, Prisha recently arrived in her room, has been on her bed maybe 15 minutes, just starting to recover when there's a knock at the door.
Smon: "Lady Prisha? This is Sir Baltek."
joriandrake: "Who is it?" She asks while quickly hiding her spell pouch and a love potion under the pillow
Smon: "May I come in?"
joriandrake: She takes the bed cover (forgot the word for it) and wears is as a toga then opens the door
joriandrake: blanket
joriandrake: "Please come in"
Smon: Prisha sees Sir Baltek - https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7udFGxbCrQ4/U3C1yc2I3mI/AAAAAAAAAmE/-UA0ikojPeQ/s320/OWcolor.jpg - looking rather apologetic, and carrying a tiny lacy white piece of underwear in one hand.
Smon: He takes a step in. "The King requests the pleasure of your company in his chambers. He wishes to find out more about your ...faith. He says you are permitted to wear this."
Smon: Baltek proffers the skimpy loincloth. "On account of your honoured status."
joriandrake: She smiles at the old man, and taps the bed besides her as she sits down. "It isn't your fault, well, i was taken by surprise though. I didn't know of his...laws before I came to the castle."
Smon: roll CHA+Prof
joriandrake: as she sits down Prisha takes the cloth
joriandrake rolls 1d20+7 and gets: 12, (+7) = 19
Smon: Baltek hesitates a moment, then sits down on the soft bed, his old joints a little stiff. He eyes Prisha.
Smon: "You are from far away, milady?"
joriandrake: "Yes, I'm from Popolva. On the continent you call Karak." "Before I meet the kind, can you offer me some suggestions on how to act, or not act, or what to say or not say while talking with him?"
Smon: Baltek nods. "Certainly." He scratches his beard thoughtfully.
joriandrake: (sorry was already typing second part when your question got posted)
joriandrake: "You must've gained a good amount of wisdom while serving him."
Smon: "You must understand, the war against the Brigand Lords was long ...very long. Years in the wilderness. We had a little coin, or could acquire such - we could have fled. But the King - he never gave in. We hid, we raided, we fought - becoming like onto brigands ourselves. Men died, our numbers dwindled, for few would join us."
Smon: "It seemed hopeless, but our King, he never lost his will. Even when his daughter - even when Marnt captured her. They say he did ...humiliating things to her."
joriandrake: Prisha nods. "So your people can be proud, even if there were many lost to the war. It must be hard to know outsider aid is required, and the lady might still not be over the imprisonment" she pauses "...or worse."
Smon: Baltek nods. "The King had one dream - to regain the crown. And we - we won. We heard the news, the great victory at Krens Cairn, the Brigand Lords destroyed. We joined with Hakeem and retook Carchimish. It was a great day. Everthing - everything we had fought for."
Smon: "The King is proud - and weary. The long war cost him much. His health. His wife, her unborn child... His daughter's honour. "
11:19pm 2018-2-04 Sandor Sunneson Has entered the room
joriandrake: Sme smiles as the old man thinks about the victories. "So, while I lack the understanding of that alliance, what terms did it include?" and as she hears of the child and wife "What exactly happened to his wife and unborn child?"
Smon: Baltek sighs, meeting Prisha's gaze. "I know that in some ways, he is not the man he was. None of us are."
joriandrake: ooc Hi
Smon: hi Fergus
Smon: Just started w Prisha in the palace, on her bed talking w Sir Baltek evening before your breakfast
joriandrake: ooc not naked, well, not really naked
Sandor Sunneson: hi boys
Sandor Sunneson: I hope you have some clothes on Jorian
Smon: "The alliance... King Koloth agreed to abdicate, that his daughter Princess Lyssana would rule jointly with Hakeem's vassal, the Lord Mercellin. Hence is still, technically, an ex-King."
Smon: dunno bout Jorian, Prisha has a blanket on.
joriandrake: "Why wasn't she in the throne room then as the ruler? ...she wasn't one of the girls there, was she?" She asks with astouned expression
Smon: Baltek stands. "The King admires wit, humour, beauty ...and respect." Baltek looks shocked at the question, shakes his head. "Certainly not! The Queen is in her bedchamber. Perhaps she has been a little poorly of late. Something the King might wish you to attend to... Depending on the outcome of this meeting."
Smon: He gestures for Prisha to come with him. "And do put that blanket down. It's not seemly."
joriandrake: She gently smiles while replying. "I didn't mean to offend you, I just heard the first time of all you said. Thank you." She slips into the loincloth from below then takes off the blanket, watching the old man's reaction
Smon: Baltek waits for Prisha to put the blanket down.
Smon: Baltek watches with some appreciation, but is clearly eager to be on his way.
Smon: "This way."
joriandrake: Prisha offers her hand as seems the noorm in some cultures of the regin when being escorted
joriandrake: arm*
joriandrake: and region*
Smon: Baltek looks a little surprised, but takes her arm and arm as requested, strolling with her down corridor, up stairs, another corridor, to the door of the king's private chambers.
joriandrake: "Lead the way good soldier"
Smon: The dwarf bodyguard Oghrim stands outside, armed with mighty axe.
joriandrake: (sadly there was no way to use the potion or such for this, beaing almost naked)
Smon: Baltek nods to Prisha. "Good day, milady." He steps back and withdraws.
joriandrake: Prisha says bye to the man and greets thedwarf. "Hello kind dwarf, the king is expecting me"
Smon: Oghrim looks Prisha up and down. "I am required to search ye for weapons, components, spell focii and such."
Smon: GM: I'd guess she has a Meroya talisman spell focus at her throat still?
joriandrake: She tries to keep a smiling face without a hint of doubt "Please be gentle" (yes she does have that, but these people are unlikely to know what it is)
Smon: Oghrin grunts and proceeds to do a very thorough search, removing all jewelry, anything that might be a spell focus or weapon.
joriandrake: "I assume I will regain it later?" Prisha asks. Not complaining in any other form, or showing resistance...
Smon: Fingers in her mouth check for poison vial, then the new loincloth is lowered for examination of the lower cavities... He's not exactly rough or un-gentle though.
Smon: "Aye."
joriandrake: ooc: although if the dwarf tries to inspect her from inside THEN she will object, as shes technically a virgin still
joriandrake: ooc: so no fingering and such
Smon: (maidenhead is preserved!) Oghrin puts all the stripped priestess's bits and bobs into a pouch, then knocks on the door. "The Lady Prisha Acharya to see you, your Grace."
Smon: ooc You could attack him or flee? Otherwise he ignores objections.
joriandrake: Prisha makes a mental note that the dwarf seems pretty used to these kind of visits
Smon: "Ah, about time! Send her in!"
joriandrake: ooc: I just didn't want the dwarf to get up into her and break the hmne (haymen? hymen?)
Smon: Oghrin opens the door into a richly appointed, scarlet & mauve draped bedchamber.
Smon: (yes you are still virgo intacta)
joriandrake: Prisha steps in, seeks the king with her eyes, maykes a bow she deems proper based on what personality the king has and what the old guard said
joriandrake: "Your Majesty. You wished to talk to me?"
Smon: Koloth is sat up in bed. At the foot of the bed the Minkaian slave girl Joko Inaba is lounging, regarding Prisha.
Smon: Juko Inaba - https://i.pinimg.com/originals/3a/a3/8a/3aa38a9103e6feca3b1742bbf257ee20.jpg
joriandrake: Prisha catches her glimpse but considering the king's mood swings decides to better not react as she did before"
Smon: Her stare is a little eerie.
Smon: Koloth nods, grinning, pats the bed beside him. "Indeed I did! Come, sit. "
joriandrake: Prisha did as asked/ordered. "Yes your majesty:"
Smon: He nods to Inaba, who rises gracefully and goes to pour some wine at a side cabinet, as Oghrin withdraws, closing the door.
Smon: Koloth looks her over appreciatively. "I wish to find out much more about you, and your ...beliefs. Tell me everything!"
Smon: Inaba returns with two golden goblets of crimson wine. Lowering her head she offers them to the King, who takes one, and to Prisha.
joriandrake: She nods and takes the goblet, but doesn't drink yet. "I didn't have much time to get to know of your nice city, but the few things i heard of the heroics of your people also made me interested in hearing more from you. So let us both share knowledge."
Smon: "Heroics! Ha!" he laughs. "Baltek already filling your head with stuff and nonsense, eh?" He grins slightly manically.
Smon: "You mean wallowing in mud and shit out in the hills, while brigand scum feasted in MY hall?!"
joriandrake: Prisha smiles. "Indeed he is, but I assume there must be truth to the stories as you're regarded as a wise and fair ruler."
Smon: OOC good line, roll CHA+prof w advtg
joriandrake: "Well, it IS still yours as you defeated your enemies in the war."
joriandrake Rolls 1d20+7x2 and gets:
18 (+7) = 25
10 (+7) = 17
Smon:
joriandrake: ooc: ok that 25 will be useful
Smon: Koloth's grin broadens, and becomes less bitter.
Smon: "You know, I think I like you, little one!" One wrinkled hand reaches out and his fingers lightly touch her right breast, brushing the nipple. "Does my touch repulse you?"
joriandrake: "If you don't mind your majesty, I would rather hear the story from you than good Ser Baltek."
Smon: Inaba watches intently, standing nearby with the wine tray, for Prisha's reaction.
joriandrake: She takes a moment to consider. "I would lie if I denied that, but I must say that is not because your person, it is because I myself am not experienced with men yet, any men, as Meroya didn't reveal the time for it to happen yet." She then smiles. "My mission comes first, I should build a temple here, and then share the teaching of my goddess with all, both for spiritual and bodily healing. "
Smon: Koloth withdraws his hand as if burned. "I DO repulse you?? I ....see... " for a moment he looks befuddled and very old.
joriandrake: A little scheeky smile flashes her face "I believe you would find the spiritual healing much to your liking, and perhaps then I'll also be ready to ...get to know you closer, in that way as well."
joriandrake: "NO" She is quick to correct
Smon: ok cha check w advtg again
joriandrake Rolls 1d20+7x2 and gets:
7 (+7) = 14
6 (+7) = 13
joriandrake: ooc (damn) at least not terrible
Sandor Sunneson: lol
joriandrake: "I just am not ready for the touch of a boy... yet"
Smon: "I am confused. No what? I DON'T repulse you??"
Smon: ok
Smon: (you answered)
joriandrake: "You're a boy, your majesty"
joriandrake: She blushes
Smon: Koloth looks her over. "I am a man!" He squints harder. "Hm, you're part Elf, right? And young? You look younger than my slave, here."
Smon: "How old are you?"
joriandrake: "I'm 18 your majesty, although that is indeed young for halfelven folk"
joriandrake: "It would be something like 14 or 15 in human years"
Smon: He chuckles. "Well, I see then! My apologies, I suppose..."
Smon: OOC just checked 5e stats - says humans are adult 'late teens' sounds like 18, half elves at 20
Smon: So Prisha would be just over 16 equivalent I reckon
joriandrake: "my circumstances forced me to mature in spirit quicker, and to begin my journey here to this continent early" She smiles, and nods "Nothing to apologise for your Majesty... it is actuall a compliment that I gained your attention as a humble priestess"
joriandrake: ooc: I picked 18 because as I recall I read it that 20 is the youngest age to become adventurer
joriandrake: ooc: as such I wanted to represent a teenager girl
Smon: Koloth chuckles. "Oh, you're a beauty and no mistake! And I have an eye for the exotic. He nods to Inaba. "Now, tell me more of your goddess. I may have a task for you."
joriandrake: Prisha nods then tells about her goddes of love, benevolence, finder of secrets. Tells about the norms of religion to offer bodily and spiritual healing, which she notes might be good afte the war, and the common people would be greatful for their great king to offer a spot for it, perhaps even help with it. Here she hints at that she might after a bit of time be willing to get to know the king better, once Meroya's temple stands
Smon: Koloth listens thoughtfully. "I could of course require you to 'get to know me better'... were I such a man." He looks up, eyeing Prisha sharply. "What do you think of how I treat those sluts who allied with the Brigand Lords? The two blondes you saw in my court?"
12:03am 2018-2-05 Sandor Sunneson Has exited the room
joriandrake: She ponders the reply and then smiles. "You're a benevolent and just king however, so I don't worry about that... and as for the ones who allied with your enemies, you show kindness already by sparing their lives, and in your wisdom I'm sure you consider options how to give them a chance to redeem themselves." She pauses again "As example, you could officially strip them from their noble titles, not the clothes, but allow them to aid in my quest to build the temple, I would need a few helpers. They wouldn't be a danger to you anymore, the people would respect you for giving them a new life as temple servants, while your enemies among aristocracy in this and other lands fear you as you just removed their nobility which they had since birth"
12:06am 2018-2-05 Sandor Sunneson Has entered the room
joriandrake: "Something not many dare to challenge or take away."
joriandrake: "SImply keeping them as trophies at the throne seems such a waste however, in the temple many people would daily be reminded by their presence of your greatness"
Smon: Koloth chuckles. "Oh, you poor sweet innocent girl. You would take such vipers to your bosom?! To be sure, they would soon turn you against me, your benefactor... " He drinks his wine. "The common folk hate them. And rightly so. They would soon hate you, too."
Smon: "But perhaps... I could give one to you as a slave. On condition you treated her appropriately, and gave the Common Folk no reason to doubt your treatment of her."
Smon: "Spare the switch and spoil the bitch, eh!" He laughs, drinks more.
Smon: Inaba steps forward and refills his cup.
Smon: (switch - thin stick for caning bottoms with)
joriandrake: Prisha smiles "Everyone comes to healers sooner or later. Nobles, adventurers, common folk, knights, bards. Your deeds and name would be whispered near and far"
joriandrake: "and they will see the girl at the temple as living proof of your benevolence"
joriandrake: Prisha then looks at the Minkai girl. "Might I ask how you gained your servant? Her home is somewhat close to mine. Dragon ISles if I recall correctly."
Smon: Koloth: "Benevolence to those two is not something the people have much wish to see! I'd say I have those two just where the people want them... The girl? Aye, a very special purchase... he nods to Inaba. Suddenly words appear in Prisha's head. ~I can read minds, mistress. And speak through them.~
Smon: Koloth: "Never try to deceive me! She may be a foreign slave, but she hears all! She sees all! And thus, so do I!"
Smon: Inaba nods humbly.
joriandrake: "I don't know their native language, but I believe most also speak Draconic, which is their script as well... as far I know. " Prisha's last words echo for her "...I know..."
Smon: Inaba looks a little surprised, but nods to Prisha.
joriandrake: "I hope she is happy under your reign." Prisha smiles at Inaba
Smon: Koloth: "As happy as can be expected, considering the pirates massacred her family... Now, one last matter."
joriandrake: and tries to communicate again "If not, tell me if you need assistance" (thinking to Inaba)
joriandrake: Prisha turns back to the king
Smon: Inaba regards Prisha expressionlessly.
joriandrake: "Yes your majesty?"
Smon: "You are a priestess, and more competent I think than that bumpkin who runs the temple of Mitra-Apollo. My daughter... I fear she is sick."
joriandrake: ooc: Well Prisha won't pushz this, people can be very loyal and doesn't see a reason to 'free' someone who deasn't want to be freed
joriandrake: Prisha nods" Sadly I heard rumors about this already, I was wondering how to bring up such a sad topic, and offer my aid."
Smon: "Ever since Reynard died, she has been listless, distracted. She complains of fever. Endless hours in her boudoir..." He looks around his own bedroom.
joriandrake: ((ooc really sorry for the extra-multitude of typos, no coffee left in the whole house))
Smon: "She is still young! She has suffered much, but she should be enjoying life. Find a good husband, bear me an heir..."
joriandrake: "Is there a reason for this your majesty?"
Smon: "...Some say Dark Odo has put a curse on her!"
Smon: Koloth grimaces. "It pains me. Inaba, tell her."
joriandrake: She looks at Inaba and openly asks in Draconic "Did you seek out her memories, to find the problem?" then turns back to the king "I just asked her if she has seeked the thoughts of your daughter, as she might know something that could help her health, but forgot about it, or doesn't see a connection to her illness"
Smon: Inaba: ~The Queen is feverish, mistress. As if a demon holds her. A demon of lust. She ...can get no relief. You are a Priestess of Love. If it is a curse, perhaps you can help her?~
joriandrake: ooc:? playing here on Prisha being truthful
Smon: Koloth smiles. "I know everything you tell Inaba, Lady Prisha. No need to translate."
joriandrake: Prisha nods and replies in the common tongue. "I will try my best to help her. First I need to meet her of course, and see for myself what the situation is like."
Smon: Koloth nods to Inaba, who stands. ~I can take you to her now.~
joriandrake: Prisha stays sitting, waiting for the King's word
joriandrake: "Shall I leave now your majesty?"
Sandor Sunneson: well played Jorian
Smon: Koloth rings a small bell, and the door opens, Oghrin standing there. Koloth: "Inaba is taking the Lady to tend to my daughter. Return her possessions." He turns to Prisha, nods. "We shall speak again. And perhaps, in time..."
joriandrake: ooc: thanks, not over yet though
Smon: He chuckles. "For now, if you can help Lyssana, I shall grant one of your requests."
joriandrake: "She smiles and bows a bit" Our majesty, if you wouldn't mind, might I get permission to ... properly dres up? I don't wish to catch a cold while trying to heal your daughter"
joriandrake: and quickly adds "this is a request for now, not the request I would ask later"
Smon: "You'll find her room is warm. Very warm."
joriandrake: Prisha nods, not arguing
joriandrake: She bows again and follows Inaba out
Smon: Inaba: ~Lyssana wears no more than you do now, Mistress. Do not be afraid.~
Smon: GM: Prisha can put on her talisman & jewelry, then the Minkaian girl leads her through the dimly lit corridors of the palace to the Queen's chamber.
joriandrake: As they leave the room Prisha asks in Draconic "Which form of communication you prefer? and which language? Did pirates really kill your family? If yes, I'M sorry for your loss. I don't even remember my parents so I sadly can't understand the burden of such grief"
joriandrake: THen after a longer pause. "but if you wish to share the burden with me I'm here for you as well, you are actually capable of sharing your memories and memotions, I assume"
joriandrake: ooc: Prisha is absolutely honest
Smon: Inaba speaks, for the first time, in Draconic: "Yes I can speak. Yes, they kill family. Not sister." She wipes away a small tear. You approach the bedchamber. A burly guard with halberd stands at the door.
joriandrake: Prisha tries to gently take/hold her hand, if she allows it
joriandrake: (when she mentions the loss of family, but not her sister)
joriandrake: "Let us talk klater, tell me of your sister"
joriandrake: Prisha looks into her eyes, "If she's alive Meroya might be able to find her"
Smon: (she doesn't seem too keen on the handholding, but doesn't fight it). She doesn't reply further to Prisha. Now she speaks in common to the guard: "King commands. You let Priestess in. She heal Queen."
joriandrake: Prisha nods at the guards
Smon: The guard shrugs, knocks on the door. "Visitors, your Grace. The new priestess and your father's slave."
Smon: A soft female voice comes from within: "Send them in..."
joriandrake: Prisha seeks the reaction of Inaba to the guards comment
joriandrake: then opens the door
Smon: Prisha opens the door...
joriandrake: ooc: the moment what Sandor stayed here for
Smon: A dark haired woman, quite beautiful, mid-20s perhaps, looks up from a couch, hands over her nearly naked body.
Smon: https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2Pz9kb3jisXkGZIVEw-F-QUtpaakmK1cba4QMpijEY-ekbJupm49sEikoQQ8y6Dykum92OnVzcSHq_GpJQbReJdaa2VGH53T0IBugSUFz_3ihpCA_gWxqRoovGQ6eIAnVXG4mrocO5bs/s400/10646_LisaForward_13_123_106lo.jpg
Smon: "I am the Queen. Come in..."
Smon: ooc better quit in a couple minutes, very late & work tomorrow
Smon: Inaba stands behind Prisha, ready to follow her in.
joriandrake: Prisha gently smiles at her, steps in, and bows a bit. "And I'm Prisha, Priestess of Meroya my Queen."
Smon: Queen Lyssana runs her eyes over Prisha.
Sandor Sunneson: ooc Ha ha of course
Smon: "You're very pretty... Younger than I expected."
Smon: Inaba closes the door behind the trio.
Smon: The Queen's chamber is lighter and arier than her father's, but indeed very warm.
Smon: Almost like being home in Popolva.
joriandrake: "Divine blessing ... and wit isn't tied to age my Queen. I hope I can be of assitance, that my goddess meroya can be of assistance"
Smon: Lyssana smiles. "I did want to see you... I suppose father has been telling you silly tales? I assure you, I'm quite alright."
Smon: There is a slight bead of perspiration on her brow.
Smon: "Just a slight touch of fever, perhaps. If we had a proper Cleric in this godsforsaken town... But that's why you're here, yes?"
joriandrake: Prisha allows a second of a sheeky smile to flash on her face. "My Queen, I've been told many interesting stories since I arrived in the city. I love to hear them, but I prefer to gain knowledge firsthand, if possible."
Smon: roll cha check w advtg
joriandrake Rolls 1d20+7x2 and gets:
14 (+7) = 21
16 (+7) = 23
Smon: nice
Sandor Sunneson: lol
Smon: Lyssana rises, lowering her hands, and saunters over to the young priestess. "Oh, I love stories too... Why don't you sit with me, tell me a few?"
joriandrake: "... may I call you Lysanna? I beleive it would help us easen the discussion, and solve the problem in a nicer mood."
joriandrake: "I know it isn't proper etiquette, but I'm not here because you're a princess, I actually wished to see you before the king asked, to see if I can just simply help you, as someone in need of help"
joriandrake: Prisha sits down
Smon: She puts her hands on Prisha's shoulders, gazes into her eyes, suddenly very serious. "Yes. Prisha, call me Lyssana." She looks up at Juku Inaba, her expression cool. "You may go."
Smon: Inaba: "But, mistress, the King..."
joriandrake: Prisha smiles and nods briefly at Inaba then turns to the princess
Smon: Lyssana scowls: "I am no Mistress - I am Queen! Go!"
joriandrake: "Thank you Inaba, I will try to do my best to help her as I promised His Majesty"
Smon: Her tone is quite angry. Inaba pales, bows, and withdraws hurriedly.
Smon: Lyssana smiles, turns to Prisha, stroking her hair, leaning in. "There. Now that little slut can't read our thoughts and tell the King everything."
joriandrake: Waiting for the girl to leave then counting 5 more seconds Prisha speaks up, unburdened by the serious mood and risks she went through
joriandrake: Prisha sighs. "She has her own problems, but indeed I feel better now without her watching everything I do or ...think"
joriandrake: ooc: she lets the princess stroke her hair
Smon: Lyssana nods. "Indeed!" She is very close to Prisha. Leaning in her right breast brushes Prisha's left.
Smon: "You have lovely hair..."
joriandrake: "I knew something is wrong, but not what, still not, but the moment I've seen the Queen isn't in the throne room there was something worrying about the castle."
Smon: "Do all Ladies of your land have hair like this?"
Smon: "The throne room is full of silly old men. Daddy wants me to marry one of them. Baltek, probably. Why would I do that?"
Smon: Lyssana laughs not very mirthfully. "He once threatened to marry me to Oghrin!"
joriandrake: "Most girls have a 'typical' tone to their hair, I'm a bit different I believe, I don't know who my parents were, perhaps my father was a 'black elf' or something like that" Prisha holds her back for a minute. "are you truly well? I know whom you're supposed to marry so we can talk about that, but first: Why are you locked up?"
joriandrake: she then blushes "... I don't mind to get to know you better later, but please let me see how you fare, udnerstand the situation first"
Smon: She looks around the bedroom. She talks, mostly to herself it seems: "Thirteen years in ditches, fields, caves... I was just a child, you know. When the Brigands came. When my mother died."
joriandrake: Prisha nods. "So you don't recall your childhood before? Only the time with the brigands?"
Smon: "I remember the palace, before the war. I had dolls... Thirteen years in the wilderness, running, always scared... and then, captured. Chained by Marnt at the foot of my own father's throne."
Smon: She looks at Prisha."Do you know, that was almost a relief. Not having to run any more."
Smon: GM: 4432 BCCC Brigand Lords take Carchimish 4445 BCCC Lyssana captured 4447 present day
joriandrake: "I heard of Marnt, would like to hear about him from you however." "It might explain why those two women are now chained at the throne. It's the same situation" (Prisha checks the reaction, if Lysanna knows of the chained women, if she approves)
Smon: Lyssana looks puzzled. "Chained? They're not chained. Do you think they should be chained? I think so. They used to beat me you know, for Marnt's amusement. Especially Sumatta. She liked it."
Smon: Lyssana laughs. "Oh, I remember their faces the day the word came from the battlefield!"
Smon: Her expression is almost ecstatic now. "I thought they would kill me - or Odo would kill me - and I didn't care!"
joriandrake: Prisha nods at her with a serious expression. "Do you think it serves justice, for them to be there as well? What of the other one, did she also beat you?" prisha starts to understand the king a little more, now that she hears what they did earlier
joriandrake: "But they didn't kill you." A statement, one Prisha hoped would be elaborated on, how the change of power happened
Smon: She looks at Prisha again. "Marnt dead - Mytsh dead. Hagnol, all the others except Odo... " she breaks off. "Justice? No. My father is far too kind. They should be whipped through the streets. They should be slaves, as I was."
Smon: "They didn't kill me... because Dark Odo is smart. She told them I would be a gift for our new rulers. That she would formally surrender the city."
joriandrake: "but it didn't turn out as they planned" she nods, and allows the girl to tell her story, which seems like burdening her so much and sharing it will alreadyh elp her
Smon: Lyssana bites her lip. "Odo had come from the battlefield with the news. She saw her master die. She saw all of them die. And she saved me, gave me over."
Sandor Sunneson: OOC - She would make a good Amazon potentially Simon?
Smon: Lyssana breathes out heavily, looking calmer. "And so here we are. I was dressed, returned to my father. But Odo surrendered the city to Hakeem, not to him - and Hakeem pardoned her of her crimes. She still lives here, in her tower."
Smon: "And... My father told me Hakeem had decreed Lord Rey Mercellin would be the new King. And so, I would marry him. I was given over again."
Smon: Tears well in Lyssana's eyes for the first time.
Smon: "That was the worst thing. The Brigand Lord,Marnt. He was an evil man. A terrible man. But he needed me, wanted me. Rey didn't want me at all."
joriandrake: It's Prisha's turn to stroke her hair now, if she allows it "Is she the reason why you're locked up by your father? I still don't understand how this happened. Do you wish to rule, to leave the room?"
Smon: Lyssana stops at last, takes a deep breath.
joriandrake: ooc she= Odo
Smon: Lyssana allows the gentle hair stroking, indeed seems comforted by it. "I'm not locked up. I'm free to go. If I play my part... But I won't play my part."
joriandrake: Prisha roguishly smiles "Oh you will play their game, you will, but not the way they think it should be played."
Smon: She looks deep into Prisha's eyes. "I need to feel wanted, Prisha. To feel needed.... as more than just a pawn."
Smon: cha check again, advtg
Smon: (DC 10 basic success)
joriandrake: "I'm here for you, I will listen to you and help you, with the guidance of my goddess Meroya I'll help you find your path... if you want me to."
joriandrake Rolls 1d20+7x2 and gets:
11 (+7) = 18
7 (+7) = 14
Smon: Lyssana smiles warmly, hugs Lyssana, pressing into her.
Smon: "I would like that very much. Let us be... friends."
Smon: OOC ok def have to stop!!
Smon:
Smon: Well done Prisha, 1400 XP
Sandor Sunneson: Well done you 2, 5 minutes later Simon
joriandrake: "Lysanna. we can be more, if you wish, and I believe you will find peace and love in the teachings of Meroya"
joriandrake: oookay thanks!
joriandrake: was fun
joriandrake: I wanted to warn you about the time but was too good to stop
Sandor Sunneson: You're going to turn the land of Wilderlands into one big happy lovefest Jorian
Smon: OOC Carchimish royal court definitely a target rich environment for Meroya.
joriandrake: Prisha's goal is spreading/sharing love and the faith of her Goddess, if that happens she's successfull
joriandrake: and dibs on the princess as priestess recruit
joriandrake: no better representative than her in this realm
Smon: Yeah that might well be possible.
Smon: Like Thulsa Doom got the princess in Conan, only less evil.
joriandrake: ok, thanks again, now go to bed Simon
joriandrake: 02:11 here so I should too
Smon: YOu too!
Sandor Sunneson: Night you 2, sleep well, see you Thurs evening GMT Simon
joriandrake: I didn't even notice the COnan-similarity
Smon: Posting log... with Mature Themes advisory
A bead of sweat runs down between Queen Lyssana's pert breasts as she talks with Prisha Acharya; perspiration sheens her forehead, her upper chest and bosom. She is very warm to the touch - definitely feverish. Passive Medicine skill (INT+Prof+10=14 vs DC 13) indicates she could very well be suffering from infestation by an evil spirit, likely attracted by her vulnerability following her ordeals of privation and captivity, climaxing in her rejection by her late husband King Reynard Mercellin.
A Remove Curse spell (level 3, not currently on prepared list, so need a week long rest) could purge the infestation, but would not prevent re-infection. Prisha's techniques of sexual healing expertise (CHA+2xProf=+10!) could help her in the meantime, & ensure a permanent solution, if the Queen is amenable in that direction...
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| Lyssana, Queen of Carchimish |
10:59pm 2018-2-04 Smon Has entered the room
11:04pm 2018-2-04 joriandrake Has entered the room
joriandrake: hi
joriandrake: it ended jsut now
Smon: Hi Jorian.
joriandrake: If you're still awake enough to play I'm up for it
Smon: I can do an hour I reckon yup
joriandrake: OK then, where do we start? already in the castle?
Smon: Picking up early evening 30/7, Prisha recently arrived in her room, has been on her bed maybe 15 minutes, just starting to recover when there's a knock at the door.
Smon: "Lady Prisha? This is Sir Baltek."
joriandrake: "Who is it?" She asks while quickly hiding her spell pouch and a love potion under the pillow
Smon: "May I come in?"
joriandrake: She takes the bed cover (forgot the word for it) and wears is as a toga then opens the door
joriandrake: blanket
joriandrake: "Please come in"
Smon: Prisha sees Sir Baltek - https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7udFGxbCrQ4/U3C1yc2I3mI/AAAAAAAAAmE/-UA0ikojPeQ/s320/OWcolor.jpg - looking rather apologetic, and carrying a tiny lacy white piece of underwear in one hand.
Smon: He takes a step in. "The King requests the pleasure of your company in his chambers. He wishes to find out more about your ...faith. He says you are permitted to wear this."
Smon: Baltek proffers the skimpy loincloth. "On account of your honoured status."
joriandrake: She smiles at the old man, and taps the bed besides her as she sits down. "It isn't your fault, well, i was taken by surprise though. I didn't know of his...laws before I came to the castle."
Smon: roll CHA+Prof
joriandrake: as she sits down Prisha takes the cloth
joriandrake rolls 1d20+7 and gets: 12, (+7) = 19
Smon: Baltek hesitates a moment, then sits down on the soft bed, his old joints a little stiff. He eyes Prisha.
Smon: "You are from far away, milady?"
joriandrake: "Yes, I'm from Popolva. On the continent you call Karak." "Before I meet the kind, can you offer me some suggestions on how to act, or not act, or what to say or not say while talking with him?"
Smon: Baltek nods. "Certainly." He scratches his beard thoughtfully.
joriandrake: (sorry was already typing second part when your question got posted)
joriandrake: "You must've gained a good amount of wisdom while serving him."
Smon: "You must understand, the war against the Brigand Lords was long ...very long. Years in the wilderness. We had a little coin, or could acquire such - we could have fled. But the King - he never gave in. We hid, we raided, we fought - becoming like onto brigands ourselves. Men died, our numbers dwindled, for few would join us."
Smon: "It seemed hopeless, but our King, he never lost his will. Even when his daughter - even when Marnt captured her. They say he did ...humiliating things to her."
joriandrake: Prisha nods. "So your people can be proud, even if there were many lost to the war. It must be hard to know outsider aid is required, and the lady might still not be over the imprisonment" she pauses "...or worse."
Smon: Baltek nods. "The King had one dream - to regain the crown. And we - we won. We heard the news, the great victory at Krens Cairn, the Brigand Lords destroyed. We joined with Hakeem and retook Carchimish. It was a great day. Everthing - everything we had fought for."
Smon: "The King is proud - and weary. The long war cost him much. His health. His wife, her unborn child... His daughter's honour. "
11:19pm 2018-2-04 Sandor Sunneson Has entered the room
joriandrake: Sme smiles as the old man thinks about the victories. "So, while I lack the understanding of that alliance, what terms did it include?" and as she hears of the child and wife "What exactly happened to his wife and unborn child?"
Smon: Baltek sighs, meeting Prisha's gaze. "I know that in some ways, he is not the man he was. None of us are."
joriandrake: ooc Hi
Smon: hi Fergus
Smon: Just started w Prisha in the palace, on her bed talking w Sir Baltek evening before your breakfast
joriandrake: ooc not naked, well, not really naked
Sandor Sunneson: hi boys
Sandor Sunneson: I hope you have some clothes on Jorian
Smon: "The alliance... King Koloth agreed to abdicate, that his daughter Princess Lyssana would rule jointly with Hakeem's vassal, the Lord Mercellin. Hence is still, technically, an ex-King."
Smon: dunno bout Jorian, Prisha has a blanket on.
joriandrake: "Why wasn't she in the throne room then as the ruler? ...she wasn't one of the girls there, was she?" She asks with astouned expression
Smon: Baltek stands. "The King admires wit, humour, beauty ...and respect." Baltek looks shocked at the question, shakes his head. "Certainly not! The Queen is in her bedchamber. Perhaps she has been a little poorly of late. Something the King might wish you to attend to... Depending on the outcome of this meeting."
Smon: He gestures for Prisha to come with him. "And do put that blanket down. It's not seemly."
joriandrake: She gently smiles while replying. "I didn't mean to offend you, I just heard the first time of all you said. Thank you." She slips into the loincloth from below then takes off the blanket, watching the old man's reaction
Smon: Baltek waits for Prisha to put the blanket down.
Smon: Baltek watches with some appreciation, but is clearly eager to be on his way.
Smon: "This way."
joriandrake: Prisha offers her hand as seems the noorm in some cultures of the regin when being escorted
joriandrake: arm*
joriandrake: and region*
Smon: Baltek looks a little surprised, but takes her arm and arm as requested, strolling with her down corridor, up stairs, another corridor, to the door of the king's private chambers.
joriandrake: "Lead the way good soldier"
Smon: The dwarf bodyguard Oghrim stands outside, armed with mighty axe.
joriandrake: (sadly there was no way to use the potion or such for this, beaing almost naked)
Smon: Baltek nods to Prisha. "Good day, milady." He steps back and withdraws.
joriandrake: Prisha says bye to the man and greets thedwarf. "Hello kind dwarf, the king is expecting me"
Smon: Oghrim looks Prisha up and down. "I am required to search ye for weapons, components, spell focii and such."
Smon: GM: I'd guess she has a Meroya talisman spell focus at her throat still?
joriandrake: She tries to keep a smiling face without a hint of doubt "Please be gentle" (yes she does have that, but these people are unlikely to know what it is)
Smon: Oghrin grunts and proceeds to do a very thorough search, removing all jewelry, anything that might be a spell focus or weapon.
joriandrake: "I assume I will regain it later?" Prisha asks. Not complaining in any other form, or showing resistance...
Smon: Fingers in her mouth check for poison vial, then the new loincloth is lowered for examination of the lower cavities... He's not exactly rough or un-gentle though.
Smon: "Aye."
joriandrake: ooc: although if the dwarf tries to inspect her from inside THEN she will object, as shes technically a virgin still
joriandrake: ooc: so no fingering and such
Smon: (maidenhead is preserved!) Oghrin puts all the stripped priestess's bits and bobs into a pouch, then knocks on the door. "The Lady Prisha Acharya to see you, your Grace."
Smon: ooc You could attack him or flee? Otherwise he ignores objections.
joriandrake: Prisha makes a mental note that the dwarf seems pretty used to these kind of visits
Smon: "Ah, about time! Send her in!"
joriandrake: ooc: I just didn't want the dwarf to get up into her and break the hmne (haymen? hymen?)
Smon: Oghrin opens the door into a richly appointed, scarlet & mauve draped bedchamber.
Smon: (yes you are still virgo intacta)
joriandrake: Prisha steps in, seeks the king with her eyes, maykes a bow she deems proper based on what personality the king has and what the old guard said
joriandrake: "Your Majesty. You wished to talk to me?"
Smon: Koloth is sat up in bed. At the foot of the bed the Minkaian slave girl Joko Inaba is lounging, regarding Prisha.
Smon: Juko Inaba - https://i.pinimg.com/originals/3a/a3/8a/3aa38a9103e6feca3b1742bbf257ee20.jpg
joriandrake: Prisha catches her glimpse but considering the king's mood swings decides to better not react as she did before"
Smon: Her stare is a little eerie.
Smon: Koloth nods, grinning, pats the bed beside him. "Indeed I did! Come, sit. "
joriandrake: Prisha did as asked/ordered. "Yes your majesty:"
Smon: He nods to Inaba, who rises gracefully and goes to pour some wine at a side cabinet, as Oghrin withdraws, closing the door.
Smon: Koloth looks her over appreciatively. "I wish to find out much more about you, and your ...beliefs. Tell me everything!"
Smon: Inaba returns with two golden goblets of crimson wine. Lowering her head she offers them to the King, who takes one, and to Prisha.
joriandrake: She nods and takes the goblet, but doesn't drink yet. "I didn't have much time to get to know of your nice city, but the few things i heard of the heroics of your people also made me interested in hearing more from you. So let us both share knowledge."
Smon: "Heroics! Ha!" he laughs. "Baltek already filling your head with stuff and nonsense, eh?" He grins slightly manically.
Smon: "You mean wallowing in mud and shit out in the hills, while brigand scum feasted in MY hall?!"
joriandrake: Prisha smiles. "Indeed he is, but I assume there must be truth to the stories as you're regarded as a wise and fair ruler."
Smon: OOC good line, roll CHA+prof w advtg
joriandrake: "Well, it IS still yours as you defeated your enemies in the war."
joriandrake Rolls 1d20+7x2 and gets:
18 (+7) = 25
10 (+7) = 17
Smon:
joriandrake: ooc: ok that 25 will be useful
Smon: Koloth's grin broadens, and becomes less bitter.
Smon: "You know, I think I like you, little one!" One wrinkled hand reaches out and his fingers lightly touch her right breast, brushing the nipple. "Does my touch repulse you?"
joriandrake: "If you don't mind your majesty, I would rather hear the story from you than good Ser Baltek."
Smon: Inaba watches intently, standing nearby with the wine tray, for Prisha's reaction.
joriandrake: She takes a moment to consider. "I would lie if I denied that, but I must say that is not because your person, it is because I myself am not experienced with men yet, any men, as Meroya didn't reveal the time for it to happen yet." She then smiles. "My mission comes first, I should build a temple here, and then share the teaching of my goddess with all, both for spiritual and bodily healing. "
Smon: Koloth withdraws his hand as if burned. "I DO repulse you?? I ....see... " for a moment he looks befuddled and very old.
joriandrake: A little scheeky smile flashes her face "I believe you would find the spiritual healing much to your liking, and perhaps then I'll also be ready to ...get to know you closer, in that way as well."
joriandrake: "NO" She is quick to correct
Smon: ok cha check w advtg again
joriandrake Rolls 1d20+7x2 and gets:
7 (+7) = 14
6 (+7) = 13
joriandrake: ooc (damn) at least not terrible
Sandor Sunneson: lol
joriandrake: "I just am not ready for the touch of a boy... yet"
Smon: "I am confused. No what? I DON'T repulse you??"
Smon: ok
Smon: (you answered)
joriandrake: "You're a boy, your majesty"
joriandrake: She blushes
Smon: Koloth looks her over. "I am a man!" He squints harder. "Hm, you're part Elf, right? And young? You look younger than my slave, here."
Smon: "How old are you?"
joriandrake: "I'm 18 your majesty, although that is indeed young for halfelven folk"
joriandrake: "It would be something like 14 or 15 in human years"
Smon: He chuckles. "Well, I see then! My apologies, I suppose..."
Smon: OOC just checked 5e stats - says humans are adult 'late teens' sounds like 18, half elves at 20
Smon: So Prisha would be just over 16 equivalent I reckon
joriandrake: "my circumstances forced me to mature in spirit quicker, and to begin my journey here to this continent early" She smiles, and nods "Nothing to apologise for your Majesty... it is actuall a compliment that I gained your attention as a humble priestess"
joriandrake: ooc: I picked 18 because as I recall I read it that 20 is the youngest age to become adventurer
joriandrake: ooc: as such I wanted to represent a teenager girl
Smon: Koloth chuckles. "Oh, you're a beauty and no mistake! And I have an eye for the exotic. He nods to Inaba. "Now, tell me more of your goddess. I may have a task for you."
joriandrake: Prisha nods then tells about her goddes of love, benevolence, finder of secrets. Tells about the norms of religion to offer bodily and spiritual healing, which she notes might be good afte the war, and the common people would be greatful for their great king to offer a spot for it, perhaps even help with it. Here she hints at that she might after a bit of time be willing to get to know the king better, once Meroya's temple stands
Smon: Koloth listens thoughtfully. "I could of course require you to 'get to know me better'... were I such a man." He looks up, eyeing Prisha sharply. "What do you think of how I treat those sluts who allied with the Brigand Lords? The two blondes you saw in my court?"
12:03am 2018-2-05 Sandor Sunneson Has exited the room
joriandrake: She ponders the reply and then smiles. "You're a benevolent and just king however, so I don't worry about that... and as for the ones who allied with your enemies, you show kindness already by sparing their lives, and in your wisdom I'm sure you consider options how to give them a chance to redeem themselves." She pauses again "As example, you could officially strip them from their noble titles, not the clothes, but allow them to aid in my quest to build the temple, I would need a few helpers. They wouldn't be a danger to you anymore, the people would respect you for giving them a new life as temple servants, while your enemies among aristocracy in this and other lands fear you as you just removed their nobility which they had since birth"
12:06am 2018-2-05 Sandor Sunneson Has entered the room
joriandrake: "Something not many dare to challenge or take away."
joriandrake: "SImply keeping them as trophies at the throne seems such a waste however, in the temple many people would daily be reminded by their presence of your greatness"
Smon: Koloth chuckles. "Oh, you poor sweet innocent girl. You would take such vipers to your bosom?! To be sure, they would soon turn you against me, your benefactor... " He drinks his wine. "The common folk hate them. And rightly so. They would soon hate you, too."
Smon: "But perhaps... I could give one to you as a slave. On condition you treated her appropriately, and gave the Common Folk no reason to doubt your treatment of her."
Smon: "Spare the switch and spoil the bitch, eh!" He laughs, drinks more.
Smon: Inaba steps forward and refills his cup.
Smon: (switch - thin stick for caning bottoms with)
joriandrake: Prisha smiles "Everyone comes to healers sooner or later. Nobles, adventurers, common folk, knights, bards. Your deeds and name would be whispered near and far"
joriandrake: "and they will see the girl at the temple as living proof of your benevolence"
joriandrake: Prisha then looks at the Minkai girl. "Might I ask how you gained your servant? Her home is somewhat close to mine. Dragon ISles if I recall correctly."
Smon: Koloth: "Benevolence to those two is not something the people have much wish to see! I'd say I have those two just where the people want them... The girl? Aye, a very special purchase... he nods to Inaba. Suddenly words appear in Prisha's head. ~I can read minds, mistress. And speak through them.~
Smon: Koloth: "Never try to deceive me! She may be a foreign slave, but she hears all! She sees all! And thus, so do I!"
Smon: Inaba nods humbly.
joriandrake: "I don't know their native language, but I believe most also speak Draconic, which is their script as well... as far I know. " Prisha's last words echo for her "...I know..."
Smon: Inaba looks a little surprised, but nods to Prisha.
joriandrake: "I hope she is happy under your reign." Prisha smiles at Inaba
Smon: Koloth: "As happy as can be expected, considering the pirates massacred her family... Now, one last matter."
joriandrake: and tries to communicate again "If not, tell me if you need assistance" (thinking to Inaba)
joriandrake: Prisha turns back to the king
Smon: Inaba regards Prisha expressionlessly.
joriandrake: "Yes your majesty?"
Smon: "You are a priestess, and more competent I think than that bumpkin who runs the temple of Mitra-Apollo. My daughter... I fear she is sick."
joriandrake: ooc: Well Prisha won't pushz this, people can be very loyal and doesn't see a reason to 'free' someone who deasn't want to be freed
joriandrake: Prisha nods" Sadly I heard rumors about this already, I was wondering how to bring up such a sad topic, and offer my aid."
Smon: "Ever since Reynard died, she has been listless, distracted. She complains of fever. Endless hours in her boudoir..." He looks around his own bedroom.
joriandrake: ((ooc really sorry for the extra-multitude of typos, no coffee left in the whole house))
Smon: "She is still young! She has suffered much, but she should be enjoying life. Find a good husband, bear me an heir..."
joriandrake: "Is there a reason for this your majesty?"
Smon: "...Some say Dark Odo has put a curse on her!"
Smon: Koloth grimaces. "It pains me. Inaba, tell her."
joriandrake: She looks at Inaba and openly asks in Draconic "Did you seek out her memories, to find the problem?" then turns back to the king "I just asked her if she has seeked the thoughts of your daughter, as she might know something that could help her health, but forgot about it, or doesn't see a connection to her illness"
Smon: Inaba: ~The Queen is feverish, mistress. As if a demon holds her. A demon of lust. She ...can get no relief. You are a Priestess of Love. If it is a curse, perhaps you can help her?~
joriandrake: ooc:? playing here on Prisha being truthful
Smon: Koloth smiles. "I know everything you tell Inaba, Lady Prisha. No need to translate."
joriandrake: Prisha nods and replies in the common tongue. "I will try my best to help her. First I need to meet her of course, and see for myself what the situation is like."
Smon: Koloth nods to Inaba, who stands. ~I can take you to her now.~
joriandrake: Prisha stays sitting, waiting for the King's word
joriandrake: "Shall I leave now your majesty?"
Sandor Sunneson: well played Jorian
Smon: Koloth rings a small bell, and the door opens, Oghrin standing there. Koloth: "Inaba is taking the Lady to tend to my daughter. Return her possessions." He turns to Prisha, nods. "We shall speak again. And perhaps, in time..."
joriandrake: ooc: thanks, not over yet though
Smon: He chuckles. "For now, if you can help Lyssana, I shall grant one of your requests."
joriandrake: "She smiles and bows a bit" Our majesty, if you wouldn't mind, might I get permission to ... properly dres up? I don't wish to catch a cold while trying to heal your daughter"
joriandrake: and quickly adds "this is a request for now, not the request I would ask later"
Smon: "You'll find her room is warm. Very warm."
joriandrake: Prisha nods, not arguing
joriandrake: She bows again and follows Inaba out
Smon: Inaba: ~Lyssana wears no more than you do now, Mistress. Do not be afraid.~
Smon: GM: Prisha can put on her talisman & jewelry, then the Minkaian girl leads her through the dimly lit corridors of the palace to the Queen's chamber.
joriandrake: As they leave the room Prisha asks in Draconic "Which form of communication you prefer? and which language? Did pirates really kill your family? If yes, I'M sorry for your loss. I don't even remember my parents so I sadly can't understand the burden of such grief"
joriandrake: THen after a longer pause. "but if you wish to share the burden with me I'm here for you as well, you are actually capable of sharing your memories and memotions, I assume"
joriandrake: ooc: Prisha is absolutely honest
Smon: Inaba speaks, for the first time, in Draconic: "Yes I can speak. Yes, they kill family. Not sister." She wipes away a small tear. You approach the bedchamber. A burly guard with halberd stands at the door.
joriandrake: Prisha tries to gently take/hold her hand, if she allows it
joriandrake: (when she mentions the loss of family, but not her sister)
joriandrake: "Let us talk klater, tell me of your sister"
joriandrake: Prisha looks into her eyes, "If she's alive Meroya might be able to find her"
Smon: (she doesn't seem too keen on the handholding, but doesn't fight it). She doesn't reply further to Prisha. Now she speaks in common to the guard: "King commands. You let Priestess in. She heal Queen."
joriandrake: Prisha nods at the guards
Smon: The guard shrugs, knocks on the door. "Visitors, your Grace. The new priestess and your father's slave."
Smon: A soft female voice comes from within: "Send them in..."
joriandrake: Prisha seeks the reaction of Inaba to the guards comment
joriandrake: then opens the door
Smon: Prisha opens the door...
joriandrake: ooc: the moment what Sandor stayed here for
Smon: A dark haired woman, quite beautiful, mid-20s perhaps, looks up from a couch, hands over her nearly naked body.
Smon: https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2Pz9kb3jisXkGZIVEw-F-QUtpaakmK1cba4QMpijEY-ekbJupm49sEikoQQ8y6Dykum92OnVzcSHq_GpJQbReJdaa2VGH53T0IBugSUFz_3ihpCA_gWxqRoovGQ6eIAnVXG4mrocO5bs/s400/10646_LisaForward_13_123_106lo.jpg
Smon: "I am the Queen. Come in..."
Smon: ooc better quit in a couple minutes, very late & work tomorrow
Smon: Inaba stands behind Prisha, ready to follow her in.
joriandrake: Prisha gently smiles at her, steps in, and bows a bit. "And I'm Prisha, Priestess of Meroya my Queen."
Smon: Queen Lyssana runs her eyes over Prisha.
Sandor Sunneson: ooc Ha ha of course
Smon: "You're very pretty... Younger than I expected."
Smon: Inaba closes the door behind the trio.
Smon: The Queen's chamber is lighter and arier than her father's, but indeed very warm.
Smon: Almost like being home in Popolva.
joriandrake: "Divine blessing ... and wit isn't tied to age my Queen. I hope I can be of assitance, that my goddess meroya can be of assistance"
Smon: Lyssana smiles. "I did want to see you... I suppose father has been telling you silly tales? I assure you, I'm quite alright."
Smon: There is a slight bead of perspiration on her brow.
Smon: "Just a slight touch of fever, perhaps. If we had a proper Cleric in this godsforsaken town... But that's why you're here, yes?"
joriandrake: Prisha allows a second of a sheeky smile to flash on her face. "My Queen, I've been told many interesting stories since I arrived in the city. I love to hear them, but I prefer to gain knowledge firsthand, if possible."
Smon: roll cha check w advtg
joriandrake Rolls 1d20+7x2 and gets:
14 (+7) = 21
16 (+7) = 23
Smon: nice
Sandor Sunneson: lol
Smon: Lyssana rises, lowering her hands, and saunters over to the young priestess. "Oh, I love stories too... Why don't you sit with me, tell me a few?"
joriandrake: "... may I call you Lysanna? I beleive it would help us easen the discussion, and solve the problem in a nicer mood."
joriandrake: "I know it isn't proper etiquette, but I'm not here because you're a princess, I actually wished to see you before the king asked, to see if I can just simply help you, as someone in need of help"
joriandrake: Prisha sits down
Smon: She puts her hands on Prisha's shoulders, gazes into her eyes, suddenly very serious. "Yes. Prisha, call me Lyssana." She looks up at Juku Inaba, her expression cool. "You may go."
Smon: Inaba: "But, mistress, the King..."
joriandrake: Prisha smiles and nods briefly at Inaba then turns to the princess
Smon: Lyssana scowls: "I am no Mistress - I am Queen! Go!"
joriandrake: "Thank you Inaba, I will try to do my best to help her as I promised His Majesty"
Smon: Her tone is quite angry. Inaba pales, bows, and withdraws hurriedly.
Smon: Lyssana smiles, turns to Prisha, stroking her hair, leaning in. "There. Now that little slut can't read our thoughts and tell the King everything."
joriandrake: Waiting for the girl to leave then counting 5 more seconds Prisha speaks up, unburdened by the serious mood and risks she went through
joriandrake: Prisha sighs. "She has her own problems, but indeed I feel better now without her watching everything I do or ...think"
joriandrake: ooc: she lets the princess stroke her hair
Smon: Lyssana nods. "Indeed!" She is very close to Prisha. Leaning in her right breast brushes Prisha's left.
Smon: "You have lovely hair..."
joriandrake: "I knew something is wrong, but not what, still not, but the moment I've seen the Queen isn't in the throne room there was something worrying about the castle."
Smon: "Do all Ladies of your land have hair like this?"
Smon: "The throne room is full of silly old men. Daddy wants me to marry one of them. Baltek, probably. Why would I do that?"
Smon: Lyssana laughs not very mirthfully. "He once threatened to marry me to Oghrin!"
joriandrake: "Most girls have a 'typical' tone to their hair, I'm a bit different I believe, I don't know who my parents were, perhaps my father was a 'black elf' or something like that" Prisha holds her back for a minute. "are you truly well? I know whom you're supposed to marry so we can talk about that, but first: Why are you locked up?"
joriandrake: she then blushes "... I don't mind to get to know you better later, but please let me see how you fare, udnerstand the situation first"
Smon: She looks around the bedroom. She talks, mostly to herself it seems: "Thirteen years in ditches, fields, caves... I was just a child, you know. When the Brigands came. When my mother died."
joriandrake: Prisha nods. "So you don't recall your childhood before? Only the time with the brigands?"
Smon: "I remember the palace, before the war. I had dolls... Thirteen years in the wilderness, running, always scared... and then, captured. Chained by Marnt at the foot of my own father's throne."
Smon: She looks at Prisha."Do you know, that was almost a relief. Not having to run any more."
Smon: GM: 4432 BCCC Brigand Lords take Carchimish 4445 BCCC Lyssana captured 4447 present day
joriandrake: "I heard of Marnt, would like to hear about him from you however." "It might explain why those two women are now chained at the throne. It's the same situation" (Prisha checks the reaction, if Lysanna knows of the chained women, if she approves)
Smon: Lyssana looks puzzled. "Chained? They're not chained. Do you think they should be chained? I think so. They used to beat me you know, for Marnt's amusement. Especially Sumatta. She liked it."
Smon: Lyssana laughs. "Oh, I remember their faces the day the word came from the battlefield!"
Smon: Her expression is almost ecstatic now. "I thought they would kill me - or Odo would kill me - and I didn't care!"
joriandrake: Prisha nods at her with a serious expression. "Do you think it serves justice, for them to be there as well? What of the other one, did she also beat you?" prisha starts to understand the king a little more, now that she hears what they did earlier
joriandrake: "But they didn't kill you." A statement, one Prisha hoped would be elaborated on, how the change of power happened
Smon: She looks at Prisha again. "Marnt dead - Mytsh dead. Hagnol, all the others except Odo... " she breaks off. "Justice? No. My father is far too kind. They should be whipped through the streets. They should be slaves, as I was."
Smon: "They didn't kill me... because Dark Odo is smart. She told them I would be a gift for our new rulers. That she would formally surrender the city."
joriandrake: "but it didn't turn out as they planned" she nods, and allows the girl to tell her story, which seems like burdening her so much and sharing it will alreadyh elp her
Smon: Lyssana bites her lip. "Odo had come from the battlefield with the news. She saw her master die. She saw all of them die. And she saved me, gave me over."
Sandor Sunneson: OOC - She would make a good Amazon potentially Simon?
Smon: Lyssana breathes out heavily, looking calmer. "And so here we are. I was dressed, returned to my father. But Odo surrendered the city to Hakeem, not to him - and Hakeem pardoned her of her crimes. She still lives here, in her tower."
Smon: "And... My father told me Hakeem had decreed Lord Rey Mercellin would be the new King. And so, I would marry him. I was given over again."
Smon: Tears well in Lyssana's eyes for the first time.
Smon: "That was the worst thing. The Brigand Lord,Marnt. He was an evil man. A terrible man. But he needed me, wanted me. Rey didn't want me at all."
joriandrake: It's Prisha's turn to stroke her hair now, if she allows it "Is she the reason why you're locked up by your father? I still don't understand how this happened. Do you wish to rule, to leave the room?"
Smon: Lyssana stops at last, takes a deep breath.
joriandrake: ooc she= Odo
Smon: Lyssana allows the gentle hair stroking, indeed seems comforted by it. "I'm not locked up. I'm free to go. If I play my part... But I won't play my part."
joriandrake: Prisha roguishly smiles "Oh you will play their game, you will, but not the way they think it should be played."
Smon: She looks deep into Prisha's eyes. "I need to feel wanted, Prisha. To feel needed.... as more than just a pawn."
Smon: cha check again, advtg
Smon: (DC 10 basic success)
joriandrake: "I'm here for you, I will listen to you and help you, with the guidance of my goddess Meroya I'll help you find your path... if you want me to."
joriandrake Rolls 1d20+7x2 and gets:
11 (+7) = 18
7 (+7) = 14
Smon: Lyssana smiles warmly, hugs Lyssana, pressing into her.
Smon: "I would like that very much. Let us be... friends."
Smon: OOC ok def have to stop!!
Smon:
Smon: Well done Prisha, 1400 XP
Sandor Sunneson: Well done you 2, 5 minutes later Simon
joriandrake: "Lysanna. we can be more, if you wish, and I believe you will find peace and love in the teachings of Meroya"
joriandrake: oookay thanks!
joriandrake: was fun
joriandrake: I wanted to warn you about the time but was too good to stop
Sandor Sunneson: You're going to turn the land of Wilderlands into one big happy lovefest Jorian
Smon: OOC Carchimish royal court definitely a target rich environment for Meroya.
joriandrake: Prisha's goal is spreading/sharing love and the faith of her Goddess, if that happens she's successfull
joriandrake: and dibs on the princess as priestess recruit
joriandrake: no better representative than her in this realm
Smon: Yeah that might well be possible.
Smon: Like Thulsa Doom got the princess in Conan, only less evil.
joriandrake: ok, thanks again, now go to bed Simon
joriandrake: 02:11 here so I should too
Smon: YOu too!
Sandor Sunneson: Night you 2, sleep well, see you Thurs evening GMT Simon
joriandrake: I didn't even notice the COnan-similarity
Smon: Posting log... with Mature Themes advisory
A bead of sweat runs down between Queen Lyssana's pert breasts as she talks with Prisha Acharya; perspiration sheens her forehead, her upper chest and bosom. She is very warm to the touch - definitely feverish. Passive Medicine skill (INT+Prof+10=14 vs DC 13) indicates she could very well be suffering from infestation by an evil spirit, likely attracted by her vulnerability following her ordeals of privation and captivity, climaxing in her rejection by her late husband King Reynard Mercellin.
A Remove Curse spell (level 3, not currently on prepared list, so need a week long rest) could purge the infestation, but would not prevent re-infection. Prisha's techniques of sexual healing expertise (CHA+2xProf=+10!) could help her in the meantime, & ensure a permanent solution, if the Queen is amenable in that direction...
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