DireMerc |
The Old Dock Mob
The streets surrounding the Palace are littered with bodies, rubble, and refuse; feral dogs, stirges, shingle spiders, and other vermin scuttle around with a bravery not seen in the city before the quarantine. The further one ventures into Old Dock and draws near the Palace, the fewer citizens appear behind boarded windows, and the more the signs of the Emperor’s mob grow. Vandalism, brutalized bodies hung up on display, remnants of fires, and other evidence of public violence are everywhere.
Soon you find yourselves confronted by a large mod of folks armed,some with weapons and others with tools few wear armour but they number nearly a hundred.
"Who are you lot then? And why do you come here?" says a spokesperson in the mob.
"We have business to discuss with Pilts's take us to him and none of you need to die painfully." says Laori in a cold cruel tone opening her robe enough for them to see her spiked armour and the spiked chains wrapped around her body.
intimidate: 1d20 + 16 ⇒ (19) + 16 = 35
"Aye...Ye can pass, it's right this way....You...You try anything you wont be making it out alive." says the spokesperson looking a little pale.
The crows warily parts letting you pass giving you all and especially her a wide berth.
"Well lets go meet this emperor then" says Laori looking back with a mischievous grin.
Pilts’s Palace
The Emperor of Old Korvosa’s palace is located at 11 Silk Street in Old Dock, a collection of tenements and abandoned stores that barely escaped destruction during a recent fire that consumed much of the city block to the west. The palace consists of six buildings, although only
the floors or roofs of immediate interest to the adventure are shown on the map. All of these buildings are wood and in relatively good repair, despite the large amount of cosmetic damage the mob has inflicted on them in the form of graffiti, scorch marks, and weapon damage.
Many guards watch you as you make your way in and you are escorted into the largest building in the center a warehouse of some sort. There you see Pilts sitting on a throne on an open air balcony on the second floor.
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.
Pilts is a hideous man—a thin Chelaxian cursed from by acne, made worse of late by his recent bout with blood veil. Pilts has an extensive collection of costumes and delights in mixing and matching them to create an endless array of variations on what he believes to be royal attire. That his costumes are generally threadbare and ratty gives him the look more of a vagrant king than actual royalty, but all who have pointed this out to him before have felt the Tall Knife’s kiss. Despite his unsavory appearance, Pilts has an almost hypnotic speaking voice and a real talent for grandstanding and delivering compelling speeches.
"What's this then? We have some important guest today! The heroes of Korvosa who saved us all from the blood veil! Well everyone except the poor folk of old Korvosa that is! So to what do I owe the pleasure of this visit? Have you come to save us? Or perhaps depose me?" he says
Donagar |
"Yer wrong I helped all I could an had no regards fer their ability tah pay. I would ave been down here amongst the poor had it been only a plague we faced, but someone had tah do wha we did....if yer in need o help yah jus ask. I am the cleric Donogar, an I ken prove my words."
Crain Tresselmore |
Crain didn't like the man's attitude. "I'm not here to depose you. Yet. We need a speak with one of your men...the artist, Scream. Let us talk to him and we will be on our merry way."
DireMerc |
"Your services are no longer required priest. I saved these people already. With my resources I was able to acquire the cure being distributed in town despite the fact that none was delivered here because of the queen's unjust quarantine."
"and what business do you have with my royal painter? He is currently very busy painting my portrait and a new masterpiece for me I'd hate to interrupt his magnificent work"
Crain Tresselmore |
"If you think we are the Queen's allies, then you are surely mistaken, bub. We have less love for her than you, I'd wager. But, I hate to be the bearer of bad news for you. Either you agree to let us talk to him for just a second and then be gone out of your hair, or we will have to tear this place to the ground and then go find him."
Intimidate 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (3) + 9 = 12
Apologies if this draws us into melee, but I don't see this guy being cooperative at all.
Donagar |
"I seen tha cure they had an passed round, it wernt nothing but snake oil! If a little bottle o tha stuff werked yah thinks I would ave used spells tah really cure people? I understand you doin all yah could fed yer folks but tha cure wernt no cure at all!!! It was jus more deception! "
DireMerc |
"I have no need of you healing priest and I wont be cowed by threats! If you want you audience with my artist you can win it. Play a game of blood pig, your team of five against mine. If you win you can have him if you lose you will agree to perform a single task for me and then I may yet grant you your audience. What do you say?"
Crain Tresselmore |
"I'm not particularly in the mood for games. I'm trying to help out the pretty lady over here, how about you stop being a pain? Or, you and I could have a tussle, and after I make you scream 'Uncle' you take us to Scream?"
Crain Tresselmore |
"Out with your chore for us then. No reason to waste the mighty King's and our time!"
DireMerc |
"I control the entire island except for one thing. The Arkonas palace. It's walled and guarded but there might be a way in. If you clear a way trough the sewers for my men to enter the palace You can have the artist." says Pilts
"I reckon the pawns would disperse if we took the king. I can manage crowd control for a time if you wish" says the priestess just loud enough for you to hear.
Crain Tresselmore |
You all know Crain would rather pick a fight with this jerk than do anything else. I don't want to commit the party to that without giving someone a chance to do something different. If no one objects by this evening, I'll make a post starting a fight. So please object if you want!
Crain Tresselmore |
Crain winks at Laori. "You my dear, are my kind of girl. If we live through this, we've got to go out for a drink ". Crain enters a bloodrage, pulling his weapon and he makes right for Pitts!
Sgt. Drakus |
"Now we're talkin'." Commented Drakus with satisfaction.
He drew his shield up and marched to back up Crain.
When an attack is warrented...
+1 silver bardiche attack 1: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (15) + 12 = 27 for a possible 1d10 + 6 ⇒ (10) + 6 = 16 slashing, silver and magic damage.
+1 silver bardiche attack 1: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (7) + 7 = 14 for a possible 1d10 + 6 ⇒ (6) + 6 = 12 slashing, silver and magic damage.
Crain Tresselmore |
Mai hasn't posted in a month. Have they dropped the game? Anyone tried to pm them? They've made a couple posts but none in this game.
Crain Tresselmore |
Crain shrugs, casts Magic Missile at Pilts, and pulls his weapon.
Magic Missile Damage 4d4 + 4 ⇒ (3, 1, 2, 1) + 4 = 11
DireMerc |
climb check for mai dc 10: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (5) + 2 = 7
Mai makes no progress climbing up the wall.
Pilts drinks a potion and his bodyguard will do the same.
Your go again.
Moved crain and drakus assuming you go around to get to the balcony. Would take you another round of moving to get there and next round you could attack going the long way.
Crain Tresselmore |
"You hold them off, darling priestess! I'm going to to get Pilts!" Crain pulls his weapon as he begins the trip up to the balcony.
DireMerc |
when I don't post for a while and you waiting for me please make a post to get my attention.
Donagar lands a hit on the henchmen and Mai climbs up to the balcony.
Pilts will cast Displacement on himself.
His henchmen attack Donagar swinging a cleaver at him.
attack: 1d20 + 16 ⇒ (16) + 16 = 321d10 + 9 ⇒ (3) + 9 = 12
attack 2: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (11) + 11 = 221d10 + 9 ⇒ (9) + 9 = 18
Your go
Drakus and Crain can reach either pilts or the henchmen this round but for crain going after pilts will provoke an attack from the henchmen.
Sgt. Drakus |
With Crain going for Pilts, I will go for the henchmen.
Drakus moves up and attacks.
+1 silver bardiche attack: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (19) + 12 = 31 for a possible 1d10 + 6 ⇒ (1) + 6 = 7 slashing, silver and magic damage.
...Crit confirm?: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (14) + 12 = 26 for a possible extra 1d10 + 6 ⇒ (7) + 6 = 13 slashing, silver and magic damage.
Crain Tresselmore |
Crain casts Shield on himself and moves past the henchmen, heading straight for Pilts.
Current AC 26.
DireMerc |
You can go ahead but it wont achieve much other than embarrass him.Pilts is a 10th level character he wont die from a 10 foot fall.
Pilts takes a step away from Crain moving to the edge of the balcony and will cast confusion on Crain.
The henchmen continues to attack Donagar.
attack: 1d20 + 16 ⇒ (1) + 16 = 171d10 + 9 ⇒ (6) + 9 = 15
attack: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (1) + 11 = 121d10 + 9 ⇒ (3) + 9 = 12
Donagar |
Donagar steps back slightly since he is flying he is trying to draw the henchman to the edge of the balcony, and where he can retreat out of range easily...
Two natural one's on attack rolls!
Heavy flail
attack 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (4) + 7 = 11
damage 1d10 + 4 ⇒ (1) + 4 = 5
"Has tah be a better job out thar fer both them an us!!!"
Crain Tresselmore |
Will save 1d20 + 6 + 2 ⇒ (19) + 6 + 2 = 27
The extra +2 is against enchantments. I assume it applies here. If not, subtract it please.
Crain enters his bloodrage, enhancing his Strength and Constitution. He moves and attacks Pilts with his magical falchion.
Attack with Bloodrage 1d20 + 12 + 2 ⇒ (2) + 12 + 2 = 16
Damage 1d10 + 6 + 2 ⇒ (6) + 6 + 2 = 14
Not sure if he is more than 5' away from me. If not, I'll take a second attack. If so, ignore the second attack.
Iterative Attack with Bloodrage 1d20 + 7 + 2 ⇒ (10) + 7 + 2 = 19
Damage 1d10 + 6 + 2 ⇒ (10) + 6 + 2 = 18
Sgt. Drakus |
I think I'm at (E,10).
Drakus attacks more henchmen.
+1 silver bardiche attack #1: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (20) + 12 = 32 for a possible 1d10 + 6 ⇒ (10) + 6 = 16 slashing, silver and magic damage.
...Crit confirm?: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (7) + 12 = 19 for a possible extra 1d10 + 6 ⇒ (1) + 6 = 7 slashing, silver and magic damage.
+1 silver bardiche attack #2: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (5) + 7 = 12 for a possible 1d10 + 6 ⇒ (6) + 6 = 12 slashing, silver and magic damage.
Mai Asta Isabella |
More like grab his ankles then lift and pull in a direction that would force pilts over an edge.
She'd execute it when he's next to the edge, and distracted.