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Curse of the Crimson Throne

Game Master StephNyan

Map of Korvosa
Map of the Dead Warrens (Secret Lair)
Map of Three Rings Tavern


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Crimson Throne | For Lost Glory | --- | Season 0 | ---

"That's correct," Vencarlo chimes in. "We try to save as many as we can. Most of these thugs are but sheep that follow the wrong leader. We can show them the way."

His expression saddens when Imoya tells about his wife. "I'm sorry for your loss, Imoya. Let us make this city a better place together, and let us ensure such a horror won't occur to anyone else."

Heal: 1d20 + 0 ⇒ (8) + 0 = 8

Vencarlo then moves over to one of the surviving thugs and tries to stabilize him, but it doesn't help. "Can anyone else try? I'm not good at this..."

Laori meanwhile slowly moves up to Imoya, brings her mouth to his ear, and whispers to him.

DC 15 Perception, or be named Imoya:
"If you're ready for someone new in your life, know that I like burning and hurting people. Just think about all the delicious screams we can let others make. You can even make me scream, if you want to."

She gives Imoya a seductive wink when she moves away from him.

Perception, Vencarlo: 1d20 + 0 ⇒ (3) + 0 = 3


LN Ifrit Fire Sorcerer 7
Vitals:
HP:37/37| AC: 17 (T:17|FF:14)|Saves (F+3|R+5|W+3)|Perc +9|Initiative: +7|Fire Resist 10
Resources:
Fire Ray 9/day 1d6+3 fire| Lv 1 spells: 7/8|Lv2 Spells: 7/7|Lv3 spells: 2/5| Spell-Like: Burninghands 1/day 5d4+10|

Imoya raises a brow to the crazy woman, saying nothing.


Stats:
F HalfOrc Barrister 7 (HP 57/57| AC:21 | T:13 | FF:18 | CMB: +9 | CMD:24 | Fort:+7 | Ref:+6 | Will:+6 | Init:+3| Perc: +16 | Speed: 30 ft.)

Baer walks among the dead and mostly dead, glad when a few aren't just ashes. She sighs.

1d20 + 16 ⇒ (12) + 16 = 28 Perception

She shakes her head again, keeping her thoughts to herself.

"Well, if there is nothing else, we should get moving."


Status Mavor:
HP: 58/58 NL: 0; AC: 19, T: 12, FF: 18; CMB: +10; CMD: 21; Fort: 8, Ref: 9, Will: 4; Init: +1; Perception: +10; Speed: 20 feet
Half-Orc Fighter 1/Rogue (Skulking Slayer/Scout) 6

"Aye, we should. No sense in lingering here. If these guys are stable we should continue."

Mavor leans in closer and checks for vital signs further.
Heal: 1d20 ⇒ 7

"Not my forte alas, I can dish it out, but I can't seem to bind people."

He stands back up again, hoisting his greataxe unto its resting point on his shoulder, ready to move along if everyone's done.


(HP 52/52 | AC:19 | T:12 | FF:17 | CMB:3 | CMD:15 | Fort:+4 | Ref:+6 | Will:+16 | Init:+8 | Perc:+20 | Speed 20)
spells:
PoP level 1: 2/2 | Battle spirit: 6/6 rounds | Channels 4/4 | Flight 7/7 minutes

Heal: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (16) + 9 = 25

Tural patches them up, and once satisfied joins the group to move on.


Crimson Throne | For Lost Glory | --- | Season 0 | ---

Tural's heal for the 2nd guy: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (18) + 9 = 27

Tural successfully stabilizes both of the thugs that barely cling onto life, and you continue your merry way to the 'Emperor' his 'Palace.'

Not too long after you've resumed walking another mob of similar size approaches you, albeit in a less hostile manner this time around.

I'll push this forward.

"Greetings!" the man at the lead of the small mob, counting half a dozen men total, says as they approach. "I am here to extend an invitation from the Emperor. He wishes to speak to you in his palace."

After a while you arrive at the palace, which is just a bunch of buildings connected to each other, and follow the small mob through the door of one of the buildings.

See the new map. You enter at the top left building.

The interior of this particular building, which was once a home, has been gutted. A huge mound of rubble—broken timbers, bits of wall, ruined furniture, and more—lies heaped in the center of the room. Rickety wooden stairs wind up to a splintered hole in the wall near the roof above.

You cross a rope bridge onto what once might have been an attic. It has been cleared of all clutter, leaving a large open area under exposed rafters and the roof above. Another rope bridge leads to a building southwest, and a flight of stairs descends to a lower floor to the northwest. Four armored men stand guard inside this room.

There's a discussion between one of the armored men and the leader of the mob, and it's agreed upon that you may proceed.

"Ready to meet the Emperor?" the mob leader asks.


Stats:
F HalfOrc Barrister 7 (HP 57/57| AC:21 | T:13 | FF:18 | CMB: +9 | CMD:24 | Fort:+7 | Ref:+6 | Will:+6 | Init:+3| Perc: +16 | Speed: 30 ft.)

Baer looks at the mooks, remembering when she was one of them. Now she considered herself to be an above average mook, and with nicer gear. They all had s!~+ty jobs, and Baer wonders if this guard job for some minor 'king' might be better than the mess she had gotten herself into.

"I'm ready. What can we expect from the 'Emperor'?" Baer grunts in reply.


LN Ifrit Fire Sorcerer 7
Vitals:
HP:37/37| AC: 17 (T:17|FF:14)|Saves (F+3|R+5|W+3)|Perc +9|Initiative: +7|Fire Resist 10
Resources:
Fire Ray 9/day 1d6+3 fire| Lv 1 spells: 7/8|Lv2 Spells: 7/7|Lv3 spells: 2/5| Spell-Like: Burninghands 1/day 5d4+10|

Uneasey, Imoya remains silent while the others handle communications.
Such a den of scum and villainy had him tense, his eyes looking over the mob of gangsters...each likely to kill for a simple bag of coin...
Imoya's eyes began to narrow win thought but shook himself out of it.


(HP 52/52 | AC:19 | T:12 | FF:17 | CMB:3 | CMD:15 | Fort:+4 | Ref:+6 | Will:+16 | Init:+8 | Perc:+20 | Speed 20)
spells:
PoP level 1: 2/2 | Battle spirit: 6/6 rounds | Channels 4/4 | Flight 7/7 minutes

Tural patiently waits behind Baer. He softly mumbles some words as he imbues her with Barkskin.


Status Mavor:
HP: 58/58 NL: 0; AC: 19, T: 12, FF: 18; CMB: +10; CMD: 21; Fort: 8, Ref: 9, Will: 4; Init: +1; Perception: +10; Speed: 20 feet
Half-Orc Fighter 1/Rogue (Skulking Slayer/Scout) 6

"As ready as we'll ever be I reckon. Come on lad, take us to him."

He looks round the assembled mob and flashes a few of his above average teeth when one looks at him directly.


Male Hellspawn Avenger 7 (HP 30/52 | AC:21 | T:14 | FF:18 | CMB: +6 | CMD:19 | Fort:+5 | Ref:+8 | Will:+6 | Init:+3| Perc: +10 | Speed: 40 ft.)

Perception: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (1) + 10 = 11

Quorthos remains on his guard despite the friendly demeanor of the new mob. He tries not to show hostility at the mention of the "emperor". Ridiculous title... as if royalty can just be declared!

Quote:
"Ready to meet the Emperor?" the mob leader asks.

"We're ready to meet your master," Quorthos replies, with perhaps a bit too much emphasis on the word "your". Turning to the others, he whispers, "Remember, we have to find Salvator and the Seneschal... we might have to indulge this goon to do that."


LN Ifrit Fire Sorcerer 7
Vitals:
HP:37/37| AC: 17 (T:17|FF:14)|Saves (F+3|R+5|W+3)|Perc +9|Initiative: +7|Fire Resist 10
Resources:
Fire Ray 9/day 1d6+3 fire| Lv 1 spells: 7/8|Lv2 Spells: 7/7|Lv3 spells: 2/5| Spell-Like: Burninghands 1/day 5d4+10|

Imoya smirks, listening to Quorthos being's quip.
"Say the word and they'll be ash, Qorthos."

As we enter the throne room, Imoya casts mage armor and shield on himself.


Crimson Throne | For Lost Glory | --- | Season 0 | ---

The door is opened and you're escorted inside by the mob that brought you here. The four guards stay behind, but give Imoya some weird looks when he starts casting spells.

This open-air balcony is shielded from rain and sun by a brightly colored canvas roof that extends up over the area like a dome, held in place by a wooden framework. The inside of the canvas has been decorated in scenes of gruesome debauchery: battlefields, executions, torture chambers, and man-eating monsters all vie for space. The balcony itself contains two major features of note. The first is a high-backed throne that looks like a poor man’s version of the Crimson Throne itself, a thing of blood-red cushions and silks and spikes. Directly west of the throne stands an intimidating device, a tall guillotine of carved wood and bone, its base depicting grasping demonic feet and the housing that holds its glittering blade a leering demonic face.

On the imitation throne sits a sleazy man wearing a combination of garbs that's apparently meant to make him look royal-ish. Next to the guillotine stands a gnome with an executioner's mask. One of the eye holes of the mask has been sown shut.

"Greetings," the unwashed man on the throne says with a serious and surprisingly charismatic voice. "I am Emperor Pilts Swastel, ruler of Old Korvosa. I heard you invaded my empire and burned some of my men?"

The self-styled Emperor then burst out laughing. "Wish I could've seen it, bwahaha!"

The gnome next to the execution device joins Pilts with more laughter: "Bwababa!"

There's a soft giggle from Laori.

"I don't like any of these new people," Majenko tells you telepathically.

A new section of the map's been revealed.


LN Ifrit Fire Sorcerer 7
Vitals:
HP:37/37| AC: 17 (T:17|FF:14)|Saves (F+3|R+5|W+3)|Perc +9|Initiative: +7|Fire Resist 10
Resources:
Fire Ray 9/day 1d6+3 fire| Lv 1 spells: 7/8|Lv2 Spells: 7/7|Lv3 spells: 2/5| Spell-Like: Burninghands 1/day 5d4+10|

Imoya's hand tenses briefly before he quickly places it into a pocket of his coat.
He takes a deep breath. Calming himself down.


Stats:
F HalfOrc Barrister 7 (HP 57/57| AC:21 | T:13 | FF:18 | CMB: +9 | CMD:24 | Fort:+7 | Ref:+6 | Will:+6 | Init:+3| Perc: +16 | Speed: 30 ft.)

Baer looks around to see if others wish to respond and will only if no one else is going to speak. She doesn't think she has the right words, and only the wrong ones.

"Any of you think you can handle this?" Baer whispers.

I'll give it a go tomorrow morning if none of y'all haven't.


Human Magus 7 Hp 58/58, AC 18/14/14, F+6, R+6, W+7, Spd.30ft. CMB+6, CMD20, Perc.+2, Init+4

"Mavor or Tural should take a go, i'm not a negotiator."


Status Mavor:
HP: 58/58 NL: 0; AC: 19, T: 12, FF: 18; CMB: +10; CMD: 21; Fort: 8, Ref: 9, Will: 4; Init: +1; Perception: +10; Speed: 20 feet
Half-Orc Fighter 1/Rogue (Skulking Slayer/Scout) 6

"Me neither Denario, but I'm a good bluffer. I think we need to see why he wanted to see us, as well as the other way around."

Mavor whispers back to Denario. Then the big half-orc looks back at Baer, then at Quorthos and Tural. He takes a step forward and calls out.
"Greetings to you Emperor Pilts. The burning of your men could have been avoided if they just listened we meant no harm. Assuredly, that's not the only reason you invited us to your palace am I right?"


(HP 52/52 | AC:19 | T:12 | FF:17 | CMB:3 | CMD:15 | Fort:+4 | Ref:+6 | Will:+16 | Init:+8 | Perc:+20 | Speed 20)
spells:
PoP level 1: 2/2 | Battle spirit: 6/6 rounds | Channels 4/4 | Flight 7/7 minutes

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (7) + 11 = 18 +2 If citizen
Bluff: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (14) + 3 = 17 +2 If citizen

Tural also starts laughing, his heavy voice resounding through the arena.
"Bwahaha! There's more where that came from!"

Going to give this a try, he likes suffering. Maybe I can convince him to go along with us.

Want to give violence a try, I'll place it in spoilers in case anyone objects.

Violent way:

He turns around, extends his hand and gushes of flames flow over the two men behind the group. He turns back to the 'king' with a big evil smile on his face. Tural suddenly seems a lot larger, scars covering his whole body. The grit from battle stuck to his body as a grimace of rage stretches across his face.

Burning hands DC 17 reflex for half: 5d4 ⇒ (3, 4, 3, 3, 4) = 17


Stats:
F HalfOrc Barrister 7 (HP 57/57| AC:21 | T:13 | FF:18 | CMB: +9 | CMD:24 | Fort:+7 | Ref:+6 | Will:+6 | Init:+3| Perc: +16 | Speed: 30 ft.)

Baer would prefer to avoid violence, and waits to hear what comes next.

"Greetings, Emperor," Baer grunts, trying to be as friendly as she can under the circumstances.


Male Hellspawn Avenger 7 (HP 30/52 | AC:21 | T:14 | FF:18 | CMB: +6 | CMD:19 | Fort:+5 | Ref:+8 | Will:+6 | Init:+3| Perc: +10 | Speed: 40 ft.)

Quorthos only nods when the fat man greets them. When the Mavor speaks up, Quorthos steps forward and nods. "Clearly someone so powerful knows why we are here, as well," he adds. "I believe it will be to all of our advantage to exchange what information you wish for the information we wish." Diplomacy: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (20) + 7 = 27

At Tural's laugh, Quorthos turns his head suddenly to look at the tree man, one eyebrow raised. I'm not sure we want to kill more people just to add to our Bluff check, do we? I don't... but I'll go along with whatever happens.

If Tural starts to cast a hostile spell:
(Spellcraft, take 10 for 20.) Initiative: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (5) + 3 = 8
If I win initiative:
Quorthos grabs Tural's arm, interrupting the spell before it is cast. "Now, now, friend... let's not be hasty and end any more lives today. These fine folks are just doing a job, hey?"
If I lose initiative: I guess we're attacking... Quorthos' dagger slides into his hand as he dimensionally slides to the other side of the throne, to flank with Mavor. He then readies an action to stab the "emperor" if he doesn't surrender. "You will tell us what we want to know, and then we will decide whether to feed you to your pet machine over there. Any other move will result in your slow, painful death. Do you understand, 'Your Highness'?"


Crimson Throne | For Lost Glory | --- | Season 0 | ---

I will steer the non-violent way for now, as we've kind of just been over that and at least one person wants to try the non-violent approach.

@Quorthos: Why'd you make him fat? :P

Pilts shakes his head and resumes in a careful tone: "No, I don't know why you're in my empire. That's what I'd like to ask you."

"On the topic of questions, don't ask me if you're right. Why do you need confirmation about being right? And don't ask questions unless asked if you want to ask something. It greatly bothers me, as I'm the Emperor and you. Are. Not."

He claps his hands thrice, lightly, and shows a toothy smile. "I had you summoned, because I want to know what you're doing in my Empire. You're not from around, and yet you start burning people. That's my job. Not yours. So what's your reason for showing up?"


Male Hellspawn Avenger 7 (HP 30/52 | AC:21 | T:14 | FF:18 | CMB: +6 | CMD:19 | Fort:+5 | Ref:+8 | Will:+6 | Init:+3| Perc: +10 | Speed: 40 ft.)

I don't know, I just got this sense of a Jabba the Hutt-like guy on his throne... although rereading, I see you never called him fat, just sleazy. Huh.

"We're seeking a man, an artist by the name of Salvator. We've heard that you may know of his whereabouts," Quorthos begins. "We want him. Simple." Diplomacy: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (17) + 7 = 24


(HP 52/52 | AC:19 | T:12 | FF:17 | CMB:3 | CMD:15 | Fort:+4 | Ref:+6 | Will:+16 | Init:+8 | Perc:+20 | Speed 20)
spells:
PoP level 1: 2/2 | Battle spirit: 6/6 rounds | Channels 4/4 | Flight 7/7 minutes

"We are here to escape from the queen and to fight back."
Tural simply answers, not wanting to aggravate the man more than necessary.
"We crossed the river by boat to get to this safe haven. We are searching for a man to aid us."


Stats:
F HalfOrc Barrister 7 (HP 57/57| AC:21 | T:13 | FF:18 | CMB: +9 | CMD:24 | Fort:+7 | Ref:+6 | Will:+6 | Init:+3| Perc: +16 | Speed: 30 ft.)

Baer grunts, nodding in agreement...

1d20 - 2 ⇒ (3) - 2 = 1 Diplomacy to aid

...but ends up looking like she's smelling one of Tural's tree-farts. It's not a pretty look.


Human Magus 7 Hp 58/58, AC 18/14/14, F+6, R+6, W+7, Spd.30ft. CMB+6, CMD20, Perc.+2, Init+4
Quorthos wrote:
I don't know, I just got this sense of a Jabba the Hutt-like guy on his throne... although rereading, I see you never called him fat, just sleazy. Huh.

Same here on the Jabba-scene, with the gnome joining the laughing.

Let's hope this guy buys it, it's pretty packed right now.


LN Ifrit Fire Sorcerer 7
Vitals:
HP:37/37| AC: 17 (T:17|FF:14)|Saves (F+3|R+5|W+3)|Perc +9|Initiative: +7|Fire Resist 10
Resources:
Fire Ray 9/day 1d6+3 fire| Lv 1 spells: 7/8|Lv2 Spells: 7/7|Lv3 spells: 2/5| Spell-Like: Burninghands 1/day 5d4+10|

Imoya keeps his hands in his pockets but his eyes keep fixed on the thug to his left, as if awaiting the word to turn him to ash with vicious impunity.
Know. Local to know if this thug group was a power 5 years back: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (10) + 1 = 11
He whispers to Denario causally.

normal whisper:
"When did this group rise? I do not recall them being a power half a decade ago."


Crimson Throne | For Lost Glory | --- | Season 0 | ---

Haha! :P

"Of course! Of course I know about the famous Salvator Scream! I have him painting paintings for me, right as we speak!"

Pilts showed you a wicked grin. "You want him? Hmmm... okay!"

His eyes dart between you. "Buuuut...!"

"First, you must defeat my men in a game of blood pig."

Pilts leans back and places his fingertips together, awaiting your reaction with a gleeful twinkle in his eyes.


LN Ifrit Fire Sorcerer 7
Vitals:
HP:37/37| AC: 17 (T:17|FF:14)|Saves (F+3|R+5|W+3)|Perc +9|Initiative: +7|Fire Resist 10
Resources:
Fire Ray 9/day 1d6+3 fire| Lv 1 spells: 7/8|Lv2 Spells: 7/7|Lv3 spells: 2/5| Spell-Like: Burninghands 1/day 5d4+10|

"What are the terms of this fight?"
Imoya speaks up.


Stats:
F HalfOrc Barrister 7 (HP 57/57| AC:21 | T:13 | FF:18 | CMB: +9 | CMD:24 | Fort:+7 | Ref:+6 | Will:+6 | Init:+3| Perc: +16 | Speed: 30 ft.)

"Yeah. What are the rules?" Baer asks, wondering how many of his own men the Emperor is willing to lose in a game.

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