DM Mittean |
"Help me!" Allishanda yells from several hundred feet behind the wagon.
"Get the hell away from here you dirty animals!" Ven yells, waving the big goblin away with his arm, as if that was enough.
Engineer #3 |
Engineer stands ready, moving slightly closer to the goblins but keeping between them and the wagon.
Watches-Shadow-Behind-You |
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"Not hurt, young one. Just wiser." the small shaman says. He retrieves his staff and turns to the man-in-black.
"Thank you. The spirits were not sure about you before. They know you now."
He looks back to where his granddaughter was.
Perception: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (17) + 10 = 27
"I must go."
He turns and runs at full speed to the place he last saw her.
DM Mittean |
Whistles blow, and a small group of watchmen led by a large black man with a shaved head rush past you, the crowd clearing around them. You use the space cleared to hurry forward to the place you thought you saw your granddaughter.
But there is no one there. At least, no granddaughter. You ask around for several minutes, but no one seems to have seen her, and everyone seems preoccupied with the accident at the docks. Was it her you really saw? Could it have been your spirit showing you what you wanted, not what was there?
DM Mittean |
"Ég hef goblins til vara, og þú vilja enn deyja. Skildu vagninn, og ég mun vægja mannlega sársaukafull fæðingu."
Daxur |
Still with his arms raised placatingly, Daxur calls out to the goblin leader, "Your offer of allowing us to leave unscathed, is quite generous. However, your other offer of relieving us of the possession of the wagon...is a bit more problematic. "
Here Daxur pauses to ensure the leader was following along, "I have a proposition for you. Allow us passage and retain the wagon. But you say, what's in it for you? I will pay you a toll , plus an extra fee if you'd be so kind as to escort us safely to Sandpoint. What say you? This way you'd not be saddled with a wagon and it's unsellable contents, but you would have good solid gold in hand."
Daxur then waits, hoping , his more beastly cousin has half a brain and can see the sense of his proposal.
Engineer #3 |
GM:
DM Mittean |
He looks around at two goblins at the back of the wagon now, and yells. "Fá konu."
Two goblins break off, running towards the screaming actress, as the rest close ranks.
He looks around at two goblins at the back of the wagon now, and yells.
"Get the woman."
Try to put up the languages if possible. This allows characters who DON'T speak the language, like Khravos here, to role-play with no ooc meta-game knowledge. (Yes they can still read the spoiler, but they can also choose not to, making it necessary for you to tell them what the conversation was about, or what happened, etc.) It also makes it so you don't have to make notes that you are speaking common. :) As we'll all know by the language we see. :) Oh, and Engineer #3, Daxur and Khravos won't know to read the second spoiler.
Satinder Hawkes |
Satinder blinks in surprise at the halfling's recovery before standing to survey the damage. He moves towards the wreckage, giving Garrick and the man in black a wide berth. He raises his hands as he approaches the debris, attempting to project an air of confidence.
"Everyone, please remain calm! You there," he says, pointing at a man who appears uninjured, "go and find the Sherriff. Make sure he's on his way, and tell him what to expect when he gets here. Quickly, now!"
He pauses for a moment, taking in the scene and processing the damage and situation.
DM Mittean |
Less than a minute later, the young man returns with Lieutenant Belor Hemlock. He nods at Satinder and Garrick as he approaches. "What happened here?"
Daxur |
Knowing when to cut his losses, Daxur waves his acceptance to the goblin leader, "The wagon is yours.", then hissing at Ven "Go get that silly woman!"
He cocks his head at #3's comment, then has to stop himself from grinning toothily, "Indeed, you're right. That would be a suitable sign of our respect."
Gathering his gear, Daxur hops down from the wagon and takes up a position beside #3.
Engineer #3 |
At the wagon:
Seeing the pair of goblins moving towards the human woman, Engineer gestures towards one and commands him to stop. A green-tinged glob of ectoplasmic slime flies towards the goblin, accompanying the warforged's order.
Crunch:
Watches-Shadow-Behind-You |
Watches-Shadow-Behind-You, disappointed he could find no clues to his granddaughter, heads back to find Garrick ir'Kraal.
"Peace be with you," the grizzled diminutive aboriginal says to Garrick, "I seek to find my granddaughter. She is a small girl, smaller than I, and is from my tribe. Have you seen her?"
DM Mittean |
The goblin that Engineer #3 shot at gets tangled up, and falls to the ground. His companion skids to a halt, and upon seeing the unfortunate state of his friend, turns, drops his grubby trousers, and pees on the incapacitated goblins head as it thrashes and yells in the dirt. All of the goblins present fall into another fit of bellowing and laughing in their cruel, rough, high pitched voices.
Garrick ir'Kraal |
[ooc]as i see it, Jarek and i exchanged two lines each (just went and rechecked posts), then satinder sent someone to go get someone else and they showed up and asked us a question, but Jarek never left and is standing there, still in a conversation with me i assume while all the chaos goes on around us.
DM Mittean |
I was literally just going over the spoilers, and how I use them, as I'm not fully satisfied with them. So I will be trying to streamline them. And I'll have a post up for you within about two hours.
And I think you would consider Jarek a commander you felt hated you, and disliked him, more than an enemy. (Think Captain Sobel in Band of Brothers. :)
Christopher Dudley RPG Superstar 2013 Top 32 |
Satinder Hawkes |
DM Mittean |
"Captain ir'Kraal, Mr. Hawkes, what has happened here," Deputy Sheriff Hemlock says, approaching your group. He has three City guard with him, and nods at them to help with the cleanup. "Get these people back." He is tall, dark of skin, with a shaved head, with strong, piercing eyes.
As he addresses Garrick, the man in black's eyes narrow, and he sneers.
The guardsmen immediately begin to push the onlookers back, giving the dock hands room to clean the mess.
Engineer #3 |
Engineer begins to do just that, nodding to Daxur once they are outside the expected blast radius of the wagon.
"I believe it time to leave these goblins a warm, exciting parting gift, Friend Daxur."
Satinder Hawkes |
"Um. Something fell. I mean, obviously, but . . ."
He sighs, grimacing at the inanity of his response, then says, "I think I'll start collecting statements now, sir."
If uninterrupted, Satinder will begin asking people what they saw of what happened, beginning with the sailors of the ship whose jib/cargo fell. That was the Demon's Dream, right? Let me know if I need to make any checks.
Garrick ir'Kraal |
Seeing that his barb got under the man's skin, Garrick smiles turns to the man in black, and says with a false air of nicety, "Ну, хорошее наверстывание. У меня есть вещи сделать, поскольку я уверен, что Вы делаете."
Garrick then relays what little he had seen to the sheriff, then turns to address Watches-Shadow-Behind-You when his head is visible over the ship's rails, saying "Strange to see you all the way here."
Well, I must be going, i have things to do and i am sure you do too.
Daxur |
Daxur stifles a giggle at the urinary hi-jinx of the goblins, then masters his mirth as #3 addresses him, "Indeed, Friend Three. I will allow you to do the honors." he offers magnanimously.
As he does so, he motions Ven and the others to move away from the wagon.
DM Mittean |
He then turns to your retreating party. "Someday, little brother. You will watch me kill your foreign tík, and use his skull to relieve myself in."
Khravos is unsure of what he was just called, but he gathers the implication.
DM Mittean |
He turns to Deputy Sheriff Hemlock, "Deputy, where might I find the Mayor of this quaint little town?"
"Straight up main street, here," Belor says, pointing. "Towards the top of the rise, on the right. Can't miss it."
"Thank you, Deputy." With that, the man in black gives one more dark look at Garrick and Watches-Shadow-Behind-You, and departs.
You three are currently at the docks between the Valdemar Fish Market (34) and the Hagfish (33), a seafood tavern. The Sandpoint Town Hall is at the top of the hill (11).
Engineer #3 |
Engineer tries to herd the civilians away from the goblin horde and towards the final destination.
Daxur |
Daxur waves his hand in acknowledgement of his larger cousin's boast, then turns his head to #3 "Ah, that is unfortunate. As it was your idea, I had the impression you were going to peform the trick. Alas, I did not prepare a suitable spell this morning."
Daxur looks sad that they weren't able to one, blow up the wagon and two, blow up some goblins.
DM Mittean |
"Move along..." Ven says through clenched teeth. "Quick, now, move along!" He picks up his pace, not running, so as to arouse suspicion, but just so.
Allishanda, jogging a little to catch up, brushes some hair out her mouth. "But Master Vinder, why must we -"
"Because those fools have open torches, we need to get away befor -"
With a deafening boom, the wagon explodes. Goblins fly into the air with screams, and the Three-armed goblin disappears in the ball of flame. The wave of hot air hits you in the back, knocking all of you to your knees, and Daxur is completely bowelled over.
Engineer #3 |
"That is an error I shall correct as soon as possible. I am sure there must be a way to excite an item through psionic means. The production of heat without a typical point of ignition would prove most useful."
The warforged's gaze becomes more distant and several glints of light shine from beneath his plates as he proceeses that idea. "I shall have to ponder on that."
DM Mittean |
"Of course this happened. We've been telling the dock master to order new jibs from House Orien. This ones old, likely malfunctioned."
"There was a little blond girl what stole his purse. That's right, I said purse. What kind of a man carries a purse? I ask you. Might a' been a little blond boy."
"Sure, I paid me fines. Why're you askin'? Your not? Excuse me..."
"You're that Sharn sot whose come help the Mayor, yeah? Who do I speak to about an injury suffered during this tragic, horrid accident?"
"Sure in he abandoned his post. If it weren't a House Orien jib, it would've fallen inmedietely, but their jibs lock unless someone's sitting in the seat. Course...I suppose it did fall, at that..."
"Martin's a bloody liar, I don't owe him one bloody penny, and you tell him I said that."
"Little blond one? Yeah, he was the first mates son on the Demon's dream, here. So he came in with the tide. Why? What's the little wipe done now?"
"I ain't seen the boy'n a bit, but the first mates below decks, I think. Went down there for cargo just before this terrorist attack. You heard me. You one of those fools that think those Kundarak dwarves didn't do this? Economic terrorism, my friend. Trust me."
Khravos Vortensis |
Standing up and looking behind at the source of the explosion, Khravos assists any others who may be still down, asking Ven, "I regret the loss of your cargo, Master Vindor. I had no idea it was so..." Looking back at the column of smoke where the wagon once stood.. "... dramatic. Let us make haste to town before that noise draws other possible predators."
Satinder Hawkes |
To clear up any confusion, Satinder has been wandering around collecting statements, and at this point is on board the ship the Demon's Dream.
Satinder extricates himself from the latest witness ("Yes, I will certainly look into House Kundarak, thank you, excuse me,") and heads down the ship's stairwell to the hold to find the apparent pickpocket's father.
Daxur |
As Ven tries to hurry the group along, Daxur cannot help but look back, seeing his cousins swarming over the wagon, until.....BOOM!
His eyes widen with delighted fear as the shockwave flies outward, hitting the group with astounding quickness.
Finding himself on the ground, covered in dust, Daxur chuckles as he accepts Khravos' assistance, "Well, your skull will be nice and dry now, Ser Vortensis!" he crows, vigourously slapping his clothes to remove as much dust as possible.
DM Mittean |
"Little champ, you know. Always thinkin' he was ready for the next step," the sailor says as you climb down the ladder to the orlop deck. The lighting is dim, and you can smell pitch, salt and sweat. There is a taste of copper biting the air. "Climbing too high an' gettin' stuck. Leaving the dishes a bit soapy, so's we're tasting it the next meal." He leads you down several tight aisles of cargo, dim light streaming in from an opening farther in the middle of the boat from the top deck. "Always throwing whatever he can find what floats overboard, to watch it float in the draft of the ship. Threw over his pops best coat. Heh." He chuckles, and descends another ladder in to the hold. "They were havin' it out, you know. The kid loves that the First Mate adopted him. Kid was from here, no less, but Pidgit - that's the boy, mind - he's always fought someone carin' on him. Like he feels it's a lie, er sumthin'."
It is much darker down here, and much boggier. Both colder, and moister, and it's giving you a mild headache. As you are walking along, you wipe your nose, and it comes away with a bit of blood. You pull out a handkerchief, dabbing at your nose, as the smell of tar bangs the inside of your skull.
The sailor points at a hammock against an inner wall. "Here 'tis." There's a bundle of clothes twisted inside it, and chalk marks on the wall, dozens of them. Looks like little starbursts, or something. "Likes to draw the night sky, or something, I reckon'." The sailor says dismissively.
With a boom so deep in your head you can't hear it or even feel it, you just...sense it...the color goes out of the world, seeming to flit through on the thought of a high wind. The world stretches away from you and rushes at you at the same, like you're looking through both a spyglass and a magnifying glass at once. Your hair stands up on your entire body, and your skin pebbles.
You see a shrouded woman, short, and heavily cloaked, perhaps squat, or thick. She is in a room stacked with cargo, dim, slightly shrouded. She leans in to a mans face, who is hanging upside down. He is sweating and crying. The stench of him makes the contents of your stomach jump in your throat. Fear. She takes a blade and carves a symbol in his forehead, the blood dripping up into his brow. He is screaming, but you can't hear it. Your perspective drifts down, to where little drops of his blood fleck the deck. A gold coin, and a couple of silvers clatter to the deck beneath the hanging man. They land with far away booms, like a ton of freight being dropped from a height.
Suddenly a flood of blood pours into your view, covering the coins. The smell of coppery blood singes your nostrils, and you vomit all over the floor. You are back in the cabin with a very perturbed sailor.
DM Mittean |
"Þú!" The three-armed goblin yells, pointing at several goblins. "Skrúfa hvað hún sagði. Dreptu þau."
He points at several more. "Þetta er einn. Taktu það, " he says, gesturing at the crate he was carrying. He waves a hand at the rest of them. "The hvíla af þér, safna hvað þú getur. Núna!"
Several goblins cheer and charge! With a yell, Allishanda screams and runs down the road, and Ven darts of to the side of the road, away from the three of you.
Player's initiative turn! All of you may now act. There are 6 goblins charging at you, all within 30 ft. currently.
He points at several more. "This is the one. Take it," he says, gesturing at the crate he was carrying. He waves a hand at the rest of them. "The rest of you, gather what you can. Now!"
Engineer #3 |
Engineer stands his ground, turning his body slightly and effecting his programmed fighting stance. He waits for one of the foes to reach him, lashing out with a powerful fist just as it enters range.
1d20 + 3 ⇒ (7) + 3 = 10 slam to hit, for 1d4 + 3 ⇒ (4) + 3 = 7 bludgeoning damage.
Khravos Vortensis |
scizore: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (18) + 5 = 23 (+4 attack, +1 metaphysical weapon) to hit for damage: 1d10 + 5 ⇒ (3) + 5 = 8 (+4 STR, +1 metaphysical weapon) damage
DM Mittean |
The first one bounces off Engineer #3 as he shoulder checks the creature, it's blade scraping ineffectively down Engineer #3's plated forearm, and ending up on the left side of the warforged.
"þú ert minn litla systir!" Yells a goblin with yellow paint around his eyes, as it charges Daxur, who catches his wrist and spins the goblin to his left, between him and Khravos.
Two more goblins, one wearing a flat cap, charge Khravos, whose iron hand darts up to knock the blade out of the creatures hand. An arrow whistles past his right ear, causing him to jerk his head, and miss the goblins wrist, catching a bit of the blade on his forearm instead. With a yell, he backhands the creature across the face with his scizore, sending the hat spinning through the air. The other dives under the backhand that took down his companion, and slashes his dirty blade across Khravos's thigh. His cheer stops abruptly as an arrow lands solidly in it's shoulder, startling it, but doesn't penetrate the leather.
Just waiting on Daxur's action. :)
And then it's actually your guys turn again, so Daxur, you can give me two actions worth. :)
Goblin minion #2 shoots Khravos with his shortbow: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (10) + 4 = 14 vs. Khravos Defense: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (15) + 4 = 19, missing.
Goblin minion #3 charges 25 ft. and attacks Daxur with his dogslicer: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (9) + 4 = 13 vs. Daxur's CMD to reposition: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (15) + 2 = 17. Daxur reposition's Goblin #3 to his left, where he and Khravos now flank it. Daxur has 3 reactions remaining.
Goblin minion #4 charges 25 ft. and Khravos with his dogslicer: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (14) + 4 = 18 vs. Khravos's CMD to disarm using iron hand: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (7) + 8 = 15, hitting for 2 damage, which is absorbed by Khravos's DR 3/armor. Khravos backhands the goblin with his scizore, dropping it. Khravos has no reactions remaining.
Goblin minion #5 shoots Khravos with his shortbow through low cover and engagement: 1d20 + 4 - 4 ⇒ (3) + 4 - 4 = 3 vs. Khravos's Defense: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (15) + 6 = 21, missing, but hitting goblin minion #6 for 2 points of damage, which is absorbed by the goblins DR 2/armor
Goblin minion #6 charges 25 ft. and flanking with goblin minion #3, attacks Khravos with his dogslicer: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (14) + 6 = 20 vs. Khravos's Defense: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (11) + 4 = 15, hitting for 2 damage, 1 of which is absorbed by his Dr 3/armor. (Khravos's HP 29/30).
Ven's Perception: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (20) + 1 = 21, Engineer #3's Perception: 1d20 - 6 ⇒ (11) - 6 = 5, Daxur's Perception: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (7) + 1 = 8 and Khravos's Perception: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (9) + 10 = 19 vs. DC 22 for crap you don't see. ;)
Satinder Hawkes |
Satinder staggers at the force of the--
that was NOT a vision, it wasn't, no
--hallucination, the reek of bile mixing with that phantom coppery blood, and he moves back towards the stairs, mumbling an apology to the poor sailor as he goes. He stumbles up the steps, not stopping until he bursts out into sunlight and fresh sea air. He stands on the deck briefly before making his way to the bulwarks and leaning against the railing, closing his eyes and breathing deep as he tries to calm his roiling stomach. When he has calmed down, he spits over the side before calling to a passing sailor with nothing in his hands.
"Excuse me! Yes, you there. When you next see the first mate, tell him he is requested for questioning in connection to this--" he waves a hand vaguely in the direction of the confusion at the docks, "this mess. He is to come into town and seek out Sherriff Belor Hemlock. Understood?"
He grimaces.
"And I'd also appreciate it if you could direct to any fresh water on board."