The world of Faerun has been changing considerably since after the Time of Troubles. Gods die and gods come back from the dead, for example Bhaal the once lord of Murder was killed in the Time of Troubles and Bane came back from the dead, emerging as far more powerful of a God than he was before.
New towns have been built and great dark forces have been riding. Orc bandit activity has increased and most wild humanoids appear to have gone quiet. Too quiet for the town's people to relax.
On the 26th of Kythorn the entire group of five meet up and were hired on as caravan guards travelling from Nashkel to Beregost where you heard of the strange dissappearences of children in the town and the increased orc raids on the road towards the town. You all set off at first light together.
You have realised the decrease in wild humanoids far more than anyone else. You and your people feared that they were going to build up a huge assult, but that assult never came. You even managed to clear our a few small villages where you found only 5 or 10 goblins inhabiting which is far smaller than even the smallest goblin village. It appeared as if the others up and left. Hobgoblins were missing entirely.
Your village still decided to move though despite the evidence as they had for so long grown used to the attacks and wanted to move somewhere safely.
Your fey blood seems to have made you very adaptable at conversing with humans, even though you do not have much experience with them it surprises you that there are many other Elf races around who are more than happy to work with the humans. Not all elves have a 'holier-than-thou' attitude which you find at first disturbing but have gotten used to them seeing that not all Elf kind think and act the same.
Something stirrs in your blood, telling you that a home is in danger, but not the one you were born into but the deep forest. It is said the deeper in the forest you go the more likely you will find fey creatures. You can't interpret the warning, but you get the feeling that it's about something 'unnatural' happening up north.
In your jurney you find that you are not the only one who has radical ideas on the world of Alchemy. You met a Dwarf who was missing a nose and a Gnome who's left hand was burnt away due to acid and replaced with a hook designed to handle vials.
They both whisper to you of a town north of Beregost, a safe haven for the evils of the world. So far no one has been able to cure this problem or destroy this evil, which makes it the ideal place to collect rare and not entirely legal alchemical goods. There are also rare arcane goods used to help wizards in creating spells of their own. You were warned however not to start trouble nor to go alone as people are not afraid to invite you into a dark corner so they can thrust a dagger deep into your heart.
The word on the street is that something big is starting up. You are unsure as of what since many people were afraid to speak in public and you were more interested in seporating them from their coin purses. They spoke of great treasures being uncovered by these groups and how they are attempting to seize power and control over the entire world.
One of them mentioned the idea sounded stupid and just as he said this he drank deeply and collapsed onto the table. Poisoned by something very powerful. The most important parts of the conversation were that this group was involved in the kidnappings in Beregost.
In your travels you are seen as a gentle and kind soul, giving people gold who were down on their luck. It saddened you that most of these people spent the money on strong drink and were back on the street, however there was a elderly man who wasn't a drinker. He didn't have the same smell of drink on his breath as the others and when you gave him coin he smiled brightly towards you.
"Thank you, my boy. You have such a kind heart." he looks around quickly for a few moments to make sure no one else is paying attention and then grabs you, pulling himself up to whisper into your ear. Join the next caravan to leave town to Beregost. There is great evil there and you must stop it before it grows too big." he let's go and as soon as you turn your head and turn back he dissappeared, but still the smell remained which was that of lavender.
This is the smell that you first encountered when you left home and decided to travel the world. You find it odd and there appears to have been no one who witnessed this happen neither. Anyone you tell this story too just looks at you strangly even though you swear that they were looking in your direction the entire time.
The Caravan driver looks to the group, smiling as he feels very safe on the road with so many guards.
"I must admit. I didn't believe so many would sign up to this. Them Orcs have been causing terrible trouble." he spits on the ground at the mention of Orcs "Me mate was killed by one. Horrible way to go. They used to take slaves but they stopped and now kill anyone who come down these roads." He takes a curious glance at the group and decides that he's safe enough to ask this question. "So why are you travellin' to Beregost? You all plan to sort out them kidnappers? The Flaming Fist might've beaten you to it."
Sitting with the driver with one foot proped up, the half-elf seems intent on watching the road. He is actually lost in his own mind, pondering the use of sand in alchemy.
..with the aplication of heat... ...the chemical reaction to sulfates... ...stops the burning process...
Snapping out of his reverie at the sound of a voice he takes a moment to remember where he is and where he's going.
"Hmm? Beregost? Flaming Fist? Oh! Yes." Smiling as it comes back to him. "Well we must see won't we."
"If what they say about Beregost is true then we should find no lack in things to do if The Flaming Fist has beat us to the punch eh?"
Sitting with the driver with one foot proped up, the half-elf seems intent on watching the road. He is actually lost in his own mind, pondering the use of sand in alchemy.
..with the aplication of heat... ...the chemical reaction to sulfates... ...stops the burning process...Snapping out of his reverie at the sound of a voice he takes a moment to remember where he is and where he's going.
"Hmm? Beregost? Flaming Fist? Oh! Yes." Smiling as it comes back to him. "Well we must see won't we."
"If what they say about Beregost is true then we should find no lack in things to do if The Flaming Fist has beat us to the punch eh?"
"There are still plenty of things ta be done up north from what I 'ere." he continued to causiously watch the road and looks back to the half-elf. "You seem ta be in deep thought. Have ya been on the road long, lad?" he clearly seems interested in trying to take his mind off of other things and hope to arrive in Beregost with his goods unmolested.
"No, not realy. I have resons to be on it though and hold no fear of it." The half-elf replies curtly if somwhat crisply.
"But tell me of yourself. You must be a brave man to travel this trade rout in theese times. Especially so with the orcs acting up." He raises one eyebrow with the last remark, a small smile on his lips.
"No, not realy. I have resons to be on it though and hold no fear of it." The half-elf replies curtly if somwhat crisply.
"But tell me of yourself. You must be a brave man to travel this trade rout in theese times. Especially so with the orcs acting up." He raises one eyebrow with the last remark, a small smile on his lips.
"No, not brave. This shipment should've left a few weeks back, but after the few attacks I advertised for guards." he clears his throat, not proud of the fact he admitted that he had to sit here with the shipment for the past few weeks. "It's a living. I have a family to feed and I can't possibly fight these Orcs and collect the bounty on them. We all have to make our living somehow." he smiles as he talks about his family, happy that he could forget about the possible danger on the way.
This'll help if you need help making the character. I'll post this on the discussion thread to help others: d20 Pathfinder SRD
"No, not realy. I have resons to be on it though and hold no fear of it." The half-elf replies curtly if somwhat crisply.
"But tell me of yourself. You must be a brave man to travel this trade rout in theese times. Especially so with the orcs acting up." He raises one eyebrow with the last remark, a small smile on his lips.
"No, not brave. This shipment should've left a few weeks back, but after the few attacks I advertised for guards." he clears his throat, not proud of the fact he admitted that he had to sit here with the shipment for the past few weeks. "It's a living. I have a family to feed and I can't possibly fight these Orcs and collect the bounty on them. We all have to make our living somehow." he smiles as he talks about his family, happy that he could forget about the possible danger on the way.
This'll help if you need help making the character. I'll post this on the discussion thread to help others: d20 Pathfinder SRD
pg. 199 core rules CMD = 10+bab+srt+dex+size
the chapter as a whole is displayed here near the end of the chapter is about combat manuvers.
Edit: d20pfsrd says the same.
The small, athletic looking pale-haired woman is sitting atop the cart, behind the driver and Kyras. While she looks human, the perceptive might note her mouth full of pointed teeth. She had been wondering what strange smelling things were coming from Kyras's bag when she took to listening in on the conversation, and now she speaks up--if you can consider the strange rasp that is her voice "speaking up."
"If I was you, driver, I'd finish your business in Beregost as fast as possible. Word is, what's going on in Beregost is getting heavy."
"No, not realy. I have resons to be on it though and hold no fear of it." The half-elf replies curtly if somwhat crisply.
"But tell me of yourself. You must be a brave man to travel this trade rout in theese times. Especially so with the orcs acting up." He raises one eyebrow with the last remark, a small smile on his lips.
"No, not brave. This shipment should've left a few weeks back, but after the few attacks I advertised for guards." he clears his throat, not proud of the fact he admitted that he had to sit here with the shipment for the past few weeks. "It's a living. I have a family to feed and I can't possibly fight these Orcs and collect the bounty on them. We all have to make our living somehow." he smiles as he talks about his family, happy that he could forget about the possible danger on the way.
This'll help if you need help making the character. I'll post this on the discussion thread to help others: d20 Pathfinder SRD
pg. 199 core rules CMD = 10+bab+srt+dex+size
the chapter as a whole is displayed here near the end of the chapter is about combat manuvers.
Edit: d20pfsrd says the same.
The small, athletic looking pale-haired woman is sitting atop the cart, behind the driver and Kyras. While she looks human, the perceptive might note her mouth full of pointed teeth. She had been wondering what strange smelling things were coming from Kyras's bag when she took to listening in on the conversation, and now she speaks up--if you can consider the strange rasp that is her voice "speaking up."
"If I was you, driver, I'd finish your business in Beregost as fast as possible. Word is, what's going on in Beregost is getting heavy."
The driver seems to almost jump out of his seat as he was reminded of the Tiefling that has joined this group and appeared to have a strange raspy voice.
"I d-don't intend to stay Ma'am." his voice shook as he was clearly a little afraid of her, but didn't want to let on. He felt safer having her on his side rarther than no one. "I should be safe since I didn't bring a kid with me and it's only kids who have gone missing. I'm certain I'll be safe with you all protecting me."
"No, not realy. I have resons to be on it though and hold no fear of it." The half-elf replies curtly if somwhat crisply.
"But tell me of yourself. You must be a brave man to travel this trade rout in theese times. Especially so with the orcs acting up." He raises one eyebrow with the last remark, a small smile on his lips.
"No, not brave. This shipment should've left a few weeks back, but after the few attacks I advertised for guards." he clears his throat, not proud of the fact he admitted that he had to sit here with the shipment for the past few weeks. "It's a living. I have a family to feed and I can't possibly fight these Orcs and collect the bounty on them. We all have to make our living somehow." he smiles as he talks about his family, happy that he could forget about the possible danger on the way.
This'll help if you need help making the character. I'll post this on the discussion thread to help others: d20 Pathfinder SRD
pg. 199 core rules CMD = 10+bab+srt+dex+size
the chapter as a whole is displayed here near the end of the chapter is about combat manuvers.
Edit: d20pfsrd says the same.
Thx, good catch.
"No, not realy. I have resons to be on it though and hold no fear of it." The half-elf replies curtly if somwhat crisply.
"But tell me of yourself. You must be a brave man to travel this trade rout in theese times. Especially so with the orcs acting up." He raises one eyebrow with the last remark, a small smile on his lips.
"No, not brave. This shipment should've left a few weeks back, but after the few attacks I advertised for guards." he clears his throat, not proud of the fact he admitted that he had to sit here with the shipment for the past few weeks. "It's a living. I have a family to feed and I can't possibly fight these Orcs and collect the bounty on them. We all have to make our living somehow." he smiles as he talks about his family, happy that he could forget about the possible danger on the way.
This'll help if you need help making the character. I'll post this on the discussion thread to help others: d20 Pathfinder SRD
pg. 199 core rules CMD = 10+bab+srt+dex+size
the chapter as a whole is displayed here near the end of the chapter is about combat manuvers.
Edit: d20pfsrd says the same.
Thx, good catch.
Tilting his head at the traders remarks. "Bounty you say?"
Grinnig reveals two perfect rows of browning teeth. "Well we are here. And well paid for our services. So you should return to your family just fine." He says reasuringly to the nervous man.
Tilting his head at the traders remarks. "Bounty you say?"
Grinnig reveals two perfect rows of browning teeth. "Well we are here. And well paid for our services. So you should return to your family just fine." He says reasuringly to the nervous man.
"After all the trouble they're willing to pay for each orc head and a Leader's head will pay a hefty sum. That's what I've heard from Beregost anyway." he smiles back at him. "Just keep me safe and I'll pay you all the agreed fee."
Tracking -
Looking stern faced but intently back and forth to both sides of the caravan, Malstei pulls up his horse to ride alongside the wagon. "Fighting anything should not be taken lightly. Each and every time it is filled with peril. It would be best if it did not come to that at all on this trip. I wonder what foul thing has decided to kidnap these children, as if Orcish raids are not bad enough". Malstei frowns and continues to scan the roadside.
Tracking - 1d20 +8
Looking stern faced but intently back and forth to both sides of the caravan, Malstei pulls up his horse to ride alongside the wagon. "Fighting anything should not be taken lightly. Each and every time it is filled with peril. It would be best if it did not come to that at all on this trip. I wonder what foul thing has decided to kidnap these children, as if Orcish raids are not bad enough". Malstei frowns and continues to scan the roadside.
You find the tracks of Orcs heavy in this area. There has been recent activity here and you can tell the Orcs aren't trying to hide their tracks at all and can count how many there are clearly.
You determin that there are at least 8 in the warband. The marks reveal that they are crouching suggesting that they might be hiding nearby in the bushes.
"True dat." he nods, clearly not the fighting type but he does have a short sword strapped to his waist. "I heard it was some kind of demon or monster. Something that dissappears in shadows and snatches the children in the dead of night."
Looking at the moon elf Kyras tilts his head as if concidering his words. "Yes. There is always that. Although I doubt orc raiders are much for discussing wether it is safe or not."
Leaning back he rumages through his various puches and packets and starts fiddling with a inch long piece of wood.
Perception
Looking at the moon elf Kyras tilts his head as if concidering his words. "Yes. There is always that. Although I doubt orc raiders are much for discussing wether it is safe or not."
Leaning back he rumages through his various puches and packets and starts fiddling with a inch long piece of wood.
The driver looks over at Kyras as he appears to be making something.
"What's that you're making?" he continues to drive when looking at the alchemist making his sunrod and watches it being created. "That a sunrod? You must be very smart to make items like that."
Orc1:
Orc2:
Orc3:
Orc4:
Orc5:
Orc6:
Orc7:
You can see 3 Orcs hiding not particularly well.
You can see 7 orcs all hiding in the shados of trees and bushes.
Holding it up and examining his work, Kyras shrugs as he puts it away. "This? This is nothing my friend." He says rather smugglie.
Looking up he sees three orcs hiding in the bushes. Jumping up he shouts and points them out. "ORCS! ORCS IN THE BUSHES!"
He readys a bomb in the process.
The driver seems impressed and then jumps again in surprise at the mention of Orcs. Looking straight ahead he stops the Caravan as a Lone Orc stands in the middle of the road, wearing heavy armour and a warbanner on his back looking smug.
"You die. I bring your skins to my master for soup!" he seems to have a real hatred look on his face for the Elf a half-elf in the group "Ugly Elves! I will take your heads for my master."
Knowledge Local for info on the War banner.
The banner is unusual to you. This isn't the banner of any normal Orc tribe. This is either a new tribe or one you've never heard of.
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With a muttered curse, Whisper stands up atop the moving carriage ( ) and draws one of her short swords and a dagger. "I count seven."
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initiative
ranged touch
dmg 5 splash if I get anyone...
miss: direction of bomb for 20ft.
initiative 1d20+2
ranged touch1d20+2
dmg 1d6+4 5 splash if I get anyone...
miss: direction of bomb 1d8 for 20ft.
'Devil take the maker! This was the type of surprise that I was hoping to avoid.'
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1d20+11
1d20+2
'Devil take the maker! This was the type of surprise that I was hoping to avoid.'
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Initiative
Perception
"I saw Orc tracks nearby but I did not realize they were THIS close!" Shouts Mal.
Ranged Attack Longbow -
Arrow Damage -
Initiative 1d20 +3
Perception 1d20 +9
"I saw Orc tracks nearby but I did not realize they were THIS close!" Shouts Mal.
Ranged Attack Longbow - 1d20 +6
Arrow Damage - 1d8 +3
Critical Confirmation -
Critical Confirmation - 1d20 +6
Round 1
Player Initive:
Whipser Blueflame: 19
Malstei Alenuath: 18
Badger Woods: 5
Kyras Quinta: 3
Fox:
Hunter:
Just to make this simple for all, we're still on first round until I announce the next round like I did here and will refresh the initative whilst waiting for the 5th player wherever s/he may be.
Orcs:
Orc Captain:
[ooc]Round 1 Map: MAP
For the purposes of Iniative Fox and Hunter will be waiting and guarding, growling loudly and baring their teeth as they wait for the incoming Orcs.
Whisper Blueflame moves ontop of the caravan with her weapons at the ready getting the attention of the Orcs.
Malstei let loose his arrow and just like the Elves from legend the arrow buries itself right between the Orc's eyes and it falls to the floor dead. This expert marksmanship puts off some of the orcs wishing they had better cover.
All the Orcs start to throw their Javalins, attempt to try and kill the party.
3 Orcs vs Whisper:
Orc vs Kyras:
Orc vs Badger:
Orc Captain swings at the Caravan Driver:
One Orc misses Malstei completely, as if he he was still thrown off from the deadly accurcy of the Elf.
Whisper made herself a bit of a target by revealing herself on top of the caravan and so 3 Orcs threw their Javalins at her, but all of them miss and fall harmlessly to the floor.
Another throws a Javalin at Badger, but the throw was too high and the Javalin flies off into the background.
One throws a Javalin at Kyras, hitting him squarely in the shoulder.
The axe cuts deeply into the caravan driver who has his sword out ready to attack but was knocked back by the blow.
After taking such a heavy blow the caravan driver grows pale and retreats into the caravan.
"Save me!" he retreats inside hoping to escape the onslought of the orc, seeming to agilly jump in without hurting himself more.
Still waiting for the 5th member of the group though.
Gritting his teeth as the pain flares up in his shoulder Kyras jumps down from his perch in the wagons seat and pulls an iron canreen from the folds of his robe, downing it's contents in two hasty gulps.
Grimacing he sticks his toung out with a shiver. "ugh! Thats foul!" The effects are apparent as his skin seems to harden into scabs and his shoulders seem to broaden.
Gritting his teeth as the pain flares up in his shoulder Kyras jumps down from his perch in the wagons seat and pulls an iron canreen from the folds of his robe, downing it's contents in two hasty gulps.
Grimacing he sticks his toung out with a shiver. "ugh! Thats foul!" The effects are apparent as his skin seems to harden into scabs and his shoulders seem to broaden.
Round 2
Also, would help if you could put in what round your action is in since some of us appear to come online and go offline at different times.
Iniative:
Fox: 21
Whisper Blueflame: 19
Malstei Alenuath: 18
Orc Captain: 18
Orcs: 17
Hunter: 10
Badger Woods: 5
Kyras Quinta: 3
Round 2 map: Map
Gridded for you guys to know movement and stuff: Gridded
Acessing the battlefield Kyras selects a spot where he can couse some havoc. Pulling a small glass vial from a stap in his belt he pops the lid and pours its contents into another flask. Shaking the flask in a jerking motion he reaches back and hurls it at the orcs.
Acessing the battlefield Kyras selects a spot where he can couse some havoc. Pulling a small glass vial from a stap in his belt he pops the lid and pours its contents into another flask. Shaking the flask in a jerking motion he reaches back and hurls it at the orcs.
The orc roars in pain as the bomb explodes on impact causing him horrible pain as the volitile chemicals react. The Orc is still standing, but appears to be in a lot of pain.
Round 2:
Malstei will target the big orc with the greataxe and let fly. "Die foul Orc!" Mal grunts practically frothing.
Ranged Attack Longbow -
Arrow Damage -
Round 2:
Malstei will target the big orc with the greataxe and let fly. "Die foul Orc!" Mal grunts practically frothing.
Ranged Attack Longbow - 1d20 +7
Arrow Damage - 1d8 +2
The leader cries in pain as the Arrow enters through a space in the armour and cuts into his bulky chest. He growls, baring his teeth as he looks at Malstei with increased rage.
"You will die, Elf! Die like the last Elf Skull Crusher hit!"Make a perception check. I assume you went inside the caravan?
DM:
perception
DM: ** spoiler omitted **
"That one's a real big bastard, ain't he? Can't say I'm surprised. He killed the last group."
1d20+2
1d4+11d20+2
1d4+1
Orcs:
Orc Captain:
DM:
Intimidate