Council of Song - DM Guild Master's All Bards Council of Thieves AP (Inactive)

Game Master Dennis Harry

"I'm afraid unlocking doors isn't a skill I've acquired yet. We should move on."

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Westcrown - Rego Aerum - Treasure Sector - Into the Sewers!

Janiven nods, "I concur, we need nothing else impeding us!"

The troupe heads down the sewer tunnels moving as fast as the footing will allow them to, the tunnel stretches for another 60' then makes a turn back to the direction the troupe came in.

Another 20' they arrive at yet another door! It is as if the Gods themselves want this group to open a door... The door here is framed by sturdy brick.

By the lantern and torchlight, the troupe can see that the tunnel which runs another 20' will once again head what you all believe is south.

Investigate or keep moving?

Sia stops to take a look at the door. "Maybe we can open this one. It seems there's no shortage of doors in this place."

Perception: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (18) + 4 = 22

The AP is called Council of Thieves and none of us can pick locks... oops. I just assumed another bard would be an archaeologist or sandman or archivist so didn't put any points into Disable Device...

Blackspire will investigate this door as well.
Perception: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (18) + 6 = 24

I have a feeling we'll ALL take disable device when we level. :) Then a run on clock repair tools in Westcrown will raise some eyebrows.

Is this door locked? If so, perhaps Keamba can force it open.

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Both Sia and Blackspire hear guttural voices from the other side of the locked door but not in a language either understand.

Keamba looks to the two, "Should I just try and force it in?"

Can I do a Linguistics check to at least identify what language it is? If so:
Linguistics: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (4) + 6 = 10
He probably can't identify the language, so he quietly asks his new comrades to listen for a moment.
"It might be good to know if that is Orc, Necril, Undercommon, or some other language."

Vara listens in as well. "What is it? Let's break it down already! I'm sure they are still right behind us!"

perception: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (16) + 5 = 21
linguistics: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (9) + 6 = 15

Actually do we have any idea if we are still being closely pursued?

"Go for it. We'll find out what they are saying soon enough.

"Yes, Keamba, open it if you can."

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The language is one that Vara does recognize though she does not speak it, it is Goblin.

Now armed with the knowledge of the language being utilized on the other side, do you still want to open the door? I'll take the first yes or no as it comes to get us moving forward again with some regularity!

Vara - you are not sure whether you are still being pursued or not, likely you are as the Hellknights are known for being relentless.

"Let's open that door. Goblins in the sewers is a very bad idea."\

Jing pulled out his sling and readied a bit of ammo nodding at the others.

"Getting out of the main sewer line is a good idea too. They can't be too far behind us."

Who's opening the door/going first in marching order? Vara will be near the back.

"I'll go through first." Sia pulls out her rapier, and readies to go through as soon as Keamba tries to open the door.

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Keamba chokes up on his earthbreaker and uses it to charge at the door!

CMB - 1d20 + 3 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 3 + 1 = 8

Unfortunately, the door is made of sterner stuff than he expected as he bounces off of it no doubt alerting those inside to whatever danger lurks without.

What do you do?!

Sia rolls her eyes, and kicks at the door.

Door Attack: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (14) + 1 = 15

Blackspire readies his crossbow and casts Haunted Fey Aspect. His shadow twists, his face contorts, and the mystic forces of the First World protect him.

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Sia kicks in the door leaving Keamba a bit red faced, unfortunately though, the element of surprise has been lost. The goblins within are ready for you, crossbows cocked and ready to fire. There are three of them, two stand behind large wooden chairs which provide some but minimal coverage both 10' away and the third is flush against the wall 15' feet to your right.

Round 1 -
The Troupe - GO!
The Goblins.

Jing stands there valiantly for a brief minute before firing a stone at one of the gobbos.

Sling: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (17) + 3 = 20

Damage if hit!: 1d4 + 2 ⇒ (4) + 2 = 6

Vara spits on her shuriken and slings it at one of the goblins cowering behind a chair.

Using toxic ability to add poison. On a hit, DC 12 Fort save or 1d2 Dex damage

attack: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (20) + 2 = 22
damage: 1d2 - 2 ⇒ (2) - 2 = 0

I don't think a crit really matters here?

Malqazar locks eyes with a goblin and stares intently. He gazes at the goblin, then to another, and back to the first. He then taps his walking stick against the ground, satisfied with whatever he just did.

Casting unnatural lust on one chair goblin with the target of the other chair goblin. DC is 16 will.

Sia glides into the room, and activates her Arcane Strike on her scimitar. She slashes out at the goblin Jing didn't hit.

Scimitar: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (15) + 1 = 16
Damage: 1d6 + 2 ⇒ (4) + 2 = 6

All these bards and not one Inspire Courage? Suppose it's a moot point now.
Blackspire readies to shoot any goblin that approaches.
Readied Attack: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (9) + 2 = 11
damage: 1d6 ⇒ 5

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Jing's sling cracks one of the Goblins behind teh wooden chairs, he foes right down like a sack of potatoes.

Vara's shuriken lands in the other Goblin. Who keeps his feet resisting Vara's poison, what he cannot resist is the blade of Sia which brings him low.

Blackspire holds onto his bolt as the one behind the desk has yet to move.

Malqazar likewise holds his spell as the target and recipient of his spell both got themselves perished.

The Goblin raises it's hand speaking damn near fluent common, "Not shoot Gleek!"

Round 1 -
Malqazar and Blackspire - GO!
The Lone Goblin

Combat can either be over or continue depending on what you both do.

"Very well. Not shoot Gleek."
Blackspire Thundergloom is a soft-hearted fellow when it comes to the living. He lowers his crossbow.

Jing had already raised his sling again, having found a rock to use as ammo when the Gnome spoke. He paused, considered, and slowly began lowering the sling.

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Malq sighs and ushers Morosino, Janiven, Keamba and Lettu into the 'room' closing the door, "I am going to regret this..."

Combat Over!

Morosino asks, "Shouldn't we just keep moving?!"

Janiven pauses to consider the development.

"Gleek what are you doing down here?" Sia asks as she stands next to the door just in case someone tries to come through it.

Responding to Malq, "We probably WILL regret it. Goblins cause problems, but they are interesting."

"I know the reputation of goblins, but those who live in the shadows may know things that the decent folk of Westcrown do not. Things the regime has tried to hide."

"So what do we do with him now? I don't have a lot of experience with holding captives."

"Are you a captive or an actor Gleek? You going to help us or try to eat us?" Sia tries to see if she can convince him to go along without getting tied up or attempting to escape.

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (10) + 7 = 17

Jing looks around at the group...like they were nuts. They paused without a real plan to handle a goblin? He shook his head, He wasn't liking where this was going.

"Confined he must be while not on performance. Lest the town guards kill him in ernest. Provided we aren't captured ourselves first, for prisoner life is far worse." he said randomly.

Malqazar sighs slightly before responding to Sia. Hm. Interesting is one word for it I suppose. I've never been one for goblins but I suppose this one could be useful."

"I see no reason to take him prisoner. We are not slavers nor the authorities. Let us talk to him and be on our way."
Blackspire will try to stabilize any goblin that are still alive.

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Gleek pauses until the Troupe ceases speaking, "Gleek in super secret hideout planning grand plots! Then you Longshanks break in and now Gleek have to get new Minions!" He sighs as if the deaths of his fellows is an inconvenience.

"What you all do down here?"

He pauses again considering Sia's question, "Gleek no eat Longshanks, dog maybe but no Longshanks. Gleek help Longshanks in past but those Longshanks not kill Gleek Minions..."

His hands remain up in the air over his head the entire time.

Did Blackspire manage to stabilize any goblins or were they all dead?

"We're sorry. We didn't mean to hurt your minions. Most goblins are as reasonable as you are, and we assumed you would attack us. Who was this broadminded Longshank you helped before?" She ignores his question about what we are doing here at the moment.

Did Blackspire manage to stabilize any goblins or were they all dead?

All dead.

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"I not saying Gleek and him now dead minions would not have kill you for breaking into super secret meeting but..." He pauses.

"No we would have kill you for that", he pauses again.

"Hmmmm, what am Gleek saying?" He pauses again.

"Longshank not named Broadminded, him named ah um ah Vissindio".

Knowledge Nobility!: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (1) + 7 = 8
[ooc]Womp womp...~flips off dice[/dice]

Jing listened to what the goblin said with only mild interest. He pulled out his journal and dipped a claw in one of the dead goblin's wounds before scrawling out the name of the man. He'd definitely have to search this one out at some point and use the information to his advantage. He smelled a wonderful payout in his future.

"Gleek the goblin, you should know that there are Hellknights coming soon. If you have a super super secret hiding spot, I'd suggest we all head there. You can find more minions later...or even become one if you want. We should seriously leave....like now."

Knowledge (Nobility): 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (5) + 5 = 10
Blackspire is unfamiliar with the name.

Know Noble: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (18) + 5 = 23

"Vissindio Drovenge? Do you know that name?" Sia asks as if she really doesn't care about the answer. She's hoping to avoid him lying about it to give her the answer she wants.

"What was the super secret meeting about Gleek?"

Blackspire will listen down the corridor for sounds of Hellknights. Hopefully we've lost them but perhaps not.
Perception: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (17) + 6 = 23

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"Gleek cannot say, super secret!"

Blackspire does not hear the sounds of anyone in heavy armor marching through the sewers, yet anyway...

Janiven chimes in, "We should go and we should bring this Gleek with us, he will betray us if pressed and I'll not kill an unarmed prisoner, not even one as foul as a Goblin".

Gleek smells his pits, "Gleek not foul, him wipe fish on armpit just yesterday! Smell delicious!"

Those of you who are close now do notice that odor, the smells down here have been so bad it's hard to smell one distinct funk from another.

"Very well. Bring the little rat along. But let's get moving again."

"Gleek, I will pay you THREE GOLD COINS to help us find another super-secret hiding spot. One now, two when we find our new spot. But you must decide now."
Blackspire is very uncomfortable with forcing anyone to do things against their will. Getting Gleek's cooperation would be his preference.

"It will be another super secret." Sia says to Gleek.

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Gleek's eyes light up, "Yarp. I show you the way!"

The Goblin, coins in hand from Blackspire races out of the room and around the corner, through a door and to a ladder which leads up. As he begins to climb, you hear the sounds of metal scraping.

"Get down there now! Hurry, they may be trying to escape through the sewers beneath the city!"

Based on the voice it is clear the speaker is a human, it is also clear that these are probably Hellknights...

The Troupe has a few options here: (1) Stand your ground and fight, (2) race past Gleek down wherever this eastern corridor leads, (3) go back through the door south which is where the trail to the safehouse appeared to be leading you, (4) head back into the room you just left, or head back up the way you cam to get here, north. Unde any scenario except stand and fight, you will all need to make Stealth checks and decide what to do, if anything, with Gleek!