Ashardaldon Series - Unoptimized KK
Game Master Freddy Honeycutt

Gurukk moves into 4a like he owns the place.

Bluff 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (1) + 8 = 9

This chamber is a natural cave with carefully smoothed walls and floor. Wet stone gleams, and you can discern at least four exits leading off into darkness. Red coals glow in the darkness of the far right-handed passageway, and a crude wooden cage bars the closer right-handed passageway. The room is littered with orcish sleeping furs, loot and rubbish.

Crates and sacks are leaned against the walls away from moisture.

Gurukk will move quietly over to some of the sleeping furs to make sure they are empty or if not, make sure nothing wakes up that is sleeping in them

Stealth 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (12) + 2 = 14

If everything is ok will signal the others to come in.

Looks clear.....

Good enough for Gurukk.

What kind of loot is littered in this room? What are in the crates and sacks?

Xane swaggers into the room...happily chewing/munching down on whatever smelt the nicest to eat from back in the kitchen. And having given Soot a nice doggy treat so as to not feel left out

She looks at every one else...still happily chewing.

*Munch, munch* "Whut...?" She mumbles around the mouth full of food....the rest still held, dangling, in her hand.

*crunch...chew* "Show...dish any one find anyshing..." She asks, only slightly slobbering.

perception:1d20 + 6 ⇒ (10) + 6 = 16

Thedrin swans into the room and takes a poke through the furs looking to see if there's any decent ones on offer.

The furs smell bad the boxes and crates contain bulky heavy supplies, such as nails, iron pots, stoves, etc....

The small cave to the right…..
A row of rough hewn sapling trunks forms a crude but servicable cage across the mouth of this small cave. A door locked with an iron padlock secures the room. Inside you see two filthy prisoners dressed in tattered rags, crowding close to the door. ”Thank Yondalla!” the first one cries out, ”We are rescued!” adds the second. The men are dirty and obviously malnourished!

Gurukk isn't sure why the others think the furs smell bad.

"We thought you were one of them, we prayed for help though we expected our help a bit taller."

"Har! Gurukk is a giant compared to Thedrin, Respin, and Erky"

Forsaking smelly furs to Gurukk, Thedrin approaches the prisoners while pointing out Xane "She's tall enough for the lot of us. How did you get yourself all ragged up then? - and when are the jailers due back?"

"Them orcs caught us an went tah ransom us, but we aint got much, they said they were gonna cook us in the kitchen, said they already cooked one feller, but we never seen it."

"Can you get us out and give us some food!"

"It is hard to track time here, but one group jus got back tha means tha other is not due fer a couple days."

Xane saunters up, finishing off what ever it was she found back in the kitchen. Cleaning her hands on some of the piles of fur abouts she sizes up the bars and grills the fellows seem to be stuck behind.

Perception:1d20 + 6 ⇒ (16) + 6 = 22

She nods..."Ah...those aren't really secured all that well..." And she gets ready to bedn some bars.

So..taking some time to warm up and set/brace herself. What sort of Str check does Xane have to make? :)

A normal strength check should work fine!

Xane flexes, checks her stance...adjusts her grip...feels the weight and resilience of the bars....gets a good, firm hold on the metal and...

Str Check:1d20 + 6 ⇒ (4) + 6 = 10

[*grunts and strains with effort*

"Suckers...are...a...lot...tougher..than...I...thought!"

Xane will not give up on breaking these suckers! So...a Con check to see how long she lasts trying to get the metal to move? ;)

made from rope, nails and crude timber....

Do carry on!

With her biceps and muscles quivering with the strain, Xane continues to fight against the captive's cage.

Str Check:1d20 + 6 ⇒ (10) + 6 = 16

Con Check:1d20 + 4 ⇒ (2) + 4 = 6

Aaaand, unless she makes it with a 16...looks like her con is gon'a let her down....

"It's no use honey......"
Starts the Man as Xane unwedges the whole thing out of the cave entrance and lets it fall aside....

"....holy s~&&take mushrooms!"

Xane steps back from the wreckage, stretches to her full height and just grins.

"Okay.." She huffs after the exertion..."That was the warm up...now, where's the fighting?" She growls, and every one can hear the anticipation and excitement in her voice.

Time to go 'Full tilt boogie for JUSTICE!' XD

"Oh my dear Xane, your strength is impressive but my lock picks could of handled such a simple lock. So lads what are your names,oh what you want to know mine its Sir Respen Bayleef Bastion of Justice!" Respen pauses for cheering. "By Imoedaes light we will keep you safe, you said the orcs were ransoming you? Do you come from rich homes that would like to make a sizable dotation to certain life saving faiths for your safe return?"

Diplomacy:1d20 + 9 ⇒ (3) + 9 = 12

Xane bounces on her toes, hands flexing in the air.

"Pfft! That wasn't a lock. That was a pile of twigs needed setting up for fire-wood." She saunters over to one of the exits and peers into the darkness With her Dark-vision 60'

Thedrin smiles as Xane takes pleasure in wholesale destruction, then waits for the rescued's response to Respens words.

"I'm Larry an this is mah brother Daryl an we aint even sure what happened to our other brother Daryl. We are wood-cutters by trade, an jus earn enough tah keep our families fed."

Disappointment shows on the paladin's face as he hears they are just wood cutters, he thinks to himself "How am I suppose to prove my worth to Imoedae with saving just locals, I need to save someone important." His Disappointment is faded by some confusion, "Wait Larry both your brothers are named Daryl? Is one called First Daryl and the other one Second Daryl? Weird."

Thedrin also asks the brothers "Are you any good at climbing?"

"Sure we ken shimmy up a tree like no-bodies business."

"An yeah both mah brothers are named Daryl, they are named after our dad."

"Well we're for sticking around for a further looksee, but the chimney behind us will get you above ground and slinking back to town. You can tag along and try not to die.... or run away and try to get back to town without dieing... your choice really.... Your mother's name... it's not Sharyl is it?"

Erky pulls some nails out of some of the crates and makes the men a 20 foot ladder to get up the chimney......

Xane continues to stand...her form effectively a blocking off of the corridor she's standing in front of, as she glances over her shoulder at the wonders of wood-work Erky is performing.

"See, tearing that thing apart was good." She chuckles.

"So, them running off into the woods for those patrolling Orcs to catch again is a good thing?" She scratches at her head.

"Well if we let them go out this way we can be more vocal in our attack here, that should distract them enough to let Larry and Daryl one here time to get away." Respen explains his idea to Xane.

The two men are obviously excited about going home to be re-united with their father Daryl, and their uncle Larry.....

"Thanks for the food!"

Xane just shrugs, showing no real worry about Larry or Daryl's fate.

"Either way works for me..." Still seeming more interested in what's down beyond in the dark.

So..what's down random tunnel No 2? Perception:1d20 + 6 ⇒ (11) + 6 = 17(^_^)

Thedrin waves away the 'arryls without too much of a following thought and follows behind Xane. He speaks plainly "No need for sneaking right? - lets just get bolshy"

West corridor first is my vote

Gurukk agrees with Thedrin

This tunnel is 20 feet wide and about 60 feet long.
Right about 30 feet down is a set of heavy stone doors that are currently ajar.

In the distance beyond the door the hall opens into a chamber with some type of fire-light burning within.

"Definitely the right choice in direction!"

Gurukk will go in again like he belongs here.

"Yes my friend that is a good sign, let us see what gifts the fire god has left you." Respen says to his friend in a hushed tone, while his hand hovers near the handle of his longsword.

Xane again lurks at the back of the group. Now crouched so as to calm Soot and keep the large (Yes, I know she's a medium animal :P) quiet.

Thedrin follows just behind the chosen of the fire god, eyes and ears open...
Perception: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (6) + 12 = 18

"I don't like tha looks o this!"

The rift hall

As you come to the heavy stone doors you find that you can either squeeze through or open the doors wider, just within the doors is an area of darkness....

Then a rope bridge and braizers burning on the far side.......

Squeezing through or opening the door wider?

Who is first?

Thedrin gives Gurukk a nudge "Can you see anything in there?"

Referring to the 'darkness'

"I can see a bridge, but my remaining eye isn't good for much more than that"

Gurukk fully opens the door to head inside

Two Orcs charge Gurukk as he opens the door wide enough for them!

Initiative 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (20) + 3 = 23
beat that!

Melee attacks
Charging!
Great axe 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (5) + 6 = 11
Damage 1d12 + 3 ⇒ (3) + 3 = 6

Great axe 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (1) + 6 = 7
Damage 1d12 + 3 ⇒ (9) + 3 = 12

DM Notes

Only Thedrin can beat the orcs (and needs to roll a 20 to do so!)

Gurukk laughs at their pitiful attacks

Whats the deal with you always getting a natural 20 on your intiatives?Hehe

Intiative: 1d20 ⇒ 12

Thedrin lets the team down ;)

Melee attacks.......Dice gods on side of evil?

Great axe 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (6) + 4 = 10
Damage 1d12 + 3 ⇒ (10) + 3 = 13

Great axe 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (7) + 4 = 11
Damage 1d12 + 3 ⇒ (3) + 3 = 6

You are up!