Erea Eclipsed (Inactive)

Game Master Larkos

A cold war simmers in the continent of Erea. Heroes from all corners of the land must rise or else darkness shall fall.


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Female Human Rogue, level 9

Val flinched at the thunder of the gunshots. "Thanks" she told Anya casually, as though it was a minor favor. Her apparent nonconcern was betrayed by her blush; Val was embarrassed by her own foolishness and aware that Anya had likely saved her life. Taking on several foes by herself without her armor and weapons was not the best plan, or any sort of plan really.
But the noisemaker wizard was still in combat. Val dashed forward, her goal to get behind Dephelia. This time instead of screaming a battle cry she was as silent as she could be. Once she was behind the woman, she made several quick stabs with her dagger aiming for chinks in her armor.

Using one point of Luck for Run Like Hell. Since I moved more than my normal speed in a round, I get +4 to my AC. Which I really need at the moment. With the extra move I should be able to take the long way to get there and not have to provoke an AO.
Flanking Dephelia with Tarik.
Making her the target of my studied combat as a swift action, then making a piranha strike. If I hit, triggering studied strike.

Attack: 1d20 + 15 ⇒ (14) + 15 = 29 Additional +1 if she is a slaver.

Damage: 1d4 + 8 ⇒ (2) + 8 = 103d6 ⇒ (2, 3, 6) = 11 Additional +1 if she is a slaver.


Male Overdeity 9001

Nikandros:
Dorevir gives a mighty laugh at Nikandros' comments. "I never said it was gonna be mine, idiot. And I ain't no coward. I let you win last time. And the idiots at the Guard couldn't even handle me when I was holding back! Boys! Kill the priests but the dumbass Paladin to me."

Init Rolls:
Dorevir: 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (18) - 1 = 17
Masked Goon 1: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2
Masked Goon 2: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (18) + 1 = 19
Club Wielding Goon: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 1 = 3
Ardas: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (16) + 3 = 19
Tree Priestess: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (18) + 3 = 21

Dephelia grunted as she took Val's dagger in her back. "I'll be killin' you next, you little c#+&."

She stepped into line with Tarik and attacks him with her bastard sword.
Attacks: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (20) + 11 = 311d20 + 6 ⇒ (20) + 6 = 26
Damage: 1d10 + 16 ⇒ (2) + 16 = 181d10 + 16 ⇒ (3) + 16 = 19
Crit Confirmation: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (4) + 11 = 15
Crit Damage: 1d10 + 16 ⇒ (2) + 16 = 18


Human Sorceress

Well, that’s certainly odd. Pushing the strange man and his equally strange response to her missed spell from her mind, Anya stepped forward with a determined look. Val was still engaging with the enemies, still without any kind of protection. Coming to a stop behind the girl, Anya placed her hand on her shoulder and channeled her magic around her, creating a layer of protection around her. ”I don’t know if you’re stupid or brave, but this should help.”

Mage Armor, +4 AC on Val


Male Overdeity 9001

Crellick whimpered a bit more before starting to stand. He leaned heavily against the wall to support himself as he gathered his nerve.
Will Save: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (2) + 8 = 10

Cerrick meanwhile transcended his usual level of rage and looked almost serene. He was of curious furious about how his big celebration turned out but he knew just who to kill to fix everything.

Cerrik moves towards Tarik and is now flanking with Dephelia
Improved Sunder Attempt: 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (7) + 14 = 21
Damage: 1d8 + 12 ⇒ (1) + 12 = 13
Gun Stats: Size: Tiny; AC: 12; Hardness 14; HP 25
The gun takes no damage


Male Half-Orc Paladin 10

[Aw. yeah. Full plate rolling initiative is the best.]

"Challenge accepted"

Init: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (12) + 1 = 13


Trying to kill one another in a fight was just something most civilized (and many uncivilized) people just accepted as a fact of life. It took a special kind of scum to go after a man's weapon like that.

Tarik reversed the grip on his pistol and swung it down on Cerrick, attempting to strike him down while simultaneously reaching for his shield in order to better defend himself

2 grit regenerated from confirmed crit+killing blow, 1 spent to pistol whip Cerrick, move action to draw+equip shield

whip: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (15) + 10 = 25
dmg: 1d6 + 1 ⇒ (6) + 1 = 7 additionally knock down attempt if it hits
Trip: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (2) + 9 = 11

Dialog predicated on whether the hit hit and knocked him down or not

"You move and you'll end up like your orc friend back there." Tarik threatened, flipping his pistol back to firing position and pointing it straight at Cerrick's head. "Now be a good sort and call off your goons


Male Overdeity 9001

Nikandros' Grand Unified Init Order:
Tree Priestess = 21
Ardas = 19
Masked Goon 2 = 19
Dorevir = 17
Nikandros = 13
Club-Wielding Goon = 3
Masked Goon 1 = 2

Nikandros:
The Priestess from her perch in the tree lined up her shot and fired. Then, with blinding speed, she fired another shot at the same target.
Attack vs. Masked Goon 1: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (5) + 10 = 151d20 + 10 ⇒ (6) + 10 = 16
Damage vs. Masked Goon 1: 1d8 + 4 ⇒ (6) + 4 = 101d8 + 4 ⇒ (8) + 4 = 12

Ardas recited a familiar prayer to Erastil and blessed himself, Nikandros, and the priestess. +1 to attack

The second Masked Goon fired his longbow at Ardas, dropped it, then drew his falchion.
Attack: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (4) + 5 = 9
Damage: 1d8 + 2 ⇒ (7) + 2 = 9

Dorevir charged Nikandros, bellowing a prayer to a dark god.
Attack: 1d20 + 15 ⇒ (1) + 15 = 16
Damage: 1d6 + 15 ⇒ (1) + 15 = 16

Dephelia, still flanking with the still upright Cerrick, ordered Crellick to stand and fight for his master. Crellick whimpered but weakly rose to his knees. She then attacked Tarik with all her might.
Attack: 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (8) + 13 = 211d20 + 8 ⇒ (5) + 8 = 13
Damage: 1d10 + 16 ⇒ (1) + 16 = 171d10 + 16 ⇒ (4) + 16 = 20


Male Half-Orc Paladin 10

Nikandros calls down a smite on Dorevir Holy Smite, swift. AC to hit me by Dorevir is now 23

He then swings his sword viciously at Dorevir's head and shoulders.

Attack 1: 1d20 + 4 + 15 + 1 ⇒ (6) + 4 + 15 + 1 = 26
Confirmation 1(If needed): 1d20 + 4 + 15 + 1 ⇒ (16) + 4 + 15 + 1 = 36
Damage 1: 2d4 + 7 + 9 ⇒ (4, 1) + 7 + 9 = 21

Attack 2: 1d20 + 4 + 10 + 1 ⇒ (18) + 4 + 10 + 1 = 33
Confirmation 2(If needed): 1d20 + 4 + 10 + 1 ⇒ (8) + 4 + 10 + 1 = 23
Damage 2: 2d4 + 7 + 9 ⇒ (3, 4) + 7 + 9 = 23

Attack 2 is a crit threat.

Crit Damage 2 (If confirmed): 2d4 + 7 + 9 + 2d4 + 7 + 9 ⇒ (1, 2) + 7 + 9 + (4, 2) + 7 + 9 = 41


Female Human Rogue, level 9

Val's breath caught in her throat as the mage armor settled around her. Magic had always been something frightening, she’d never trusted her life to it. But she recovered quickly. "Couldn't I be both?" she joked. "You're a lifesaver, silver" she added gratefully.
She continued to fight, making rapid stabs and quick steps back and forth to keep herself moving

Targeting her with studied combat at the cost of one inspiration. Making two attacks both Piranha strikes. I will trigger studied strike on the second if it hits
Attack 1: 1d20 + 15 ⇒ (13) + 15 = 281d4 + 8 ⇒ (4) + 8 = 12
Damage 1: 1d4 + 8 ⇒ (2) + 8 = 10
Attack 2: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (8) + 10 = 181d4 + 8 ⇒ (2) + 8 = 10
Damage 2: 1d4 + 8 ⇒ (3) + 8 = 113d6 ⇒ (6, 1, 2) = 9
Using inspiration on the second attack
Inspiration: 1d8 ⇒ 7


Human Sorceress

”Ha. Anytime girl. Do try to not get killed.” Now that Val had a modicum of protection, Anya withdrew to the wall. She was no melee fighter, and this vantage point would allow her to better see the brawl and figure out which spells would serve her best.

But before she did anything else, she hastily cast mage armor on herself as well.


Male Overdeity 9001

Nikandros:
The Goon with the club ran to stand behind Dorevir and cast a spell upon him.

The other goon in the mask fired his longbow at Ardas.
Attack: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (19) + 5 = 24
damage: 1d8 + 2 ⇒ (5) + 2 = 7

The priestess fire her bow at the caster with the same celerity she used before.
Attack: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (8) + 11 = 191d20 + 11 ⇒ (6) + 11 = 17
Damage: 1d8 + 4 ⇒ (2) + 4 = 61d8 + 4 ⇒ (1) + 4 = 5

Ardas recites a spell unfamiliar to Nikandros and suddenly a bunch of thorn-covered vines and thick bramble patches spring out of the ground around the masked goon that shot at him and the one who drew his sword.

Dorevir's eyes glowed with unholy power and he cursed Nikandros. "Your muscles are soft, your heart is corrupt, your mind is slow, and your purpose is folly. Your weakness is in your blood! Nikandors is fatigued for 1 round. A fatigued character can neither run nor charge and takes a –2 penalty to Strength and Dexterity. He then attacks Nikandros with all his might.
Attack: 1d20 + 15 ⇒ (6) + 15 = 211d20 + 10 ⇒ (4) + 10 = 14
Damage: 1d6 + 20 ⇒ (1) + 20 = 211d6 + 20 ⇒ (1) + 20 = 21

Crellik seeing that the evil witch monster from hell was no longer paying attention to him leaped over the bar and moved towards Tarik [double move action. Tarik has three people around him now.]

Cerrick screamed at Tarik as he lunged for Tarik's heart. "Why. Won't You. Just. Die!"
Attack: 1d20 + 16 ⇒ (3) + 16 = 191d20 + 11 ⇒ (7) + 11 = 181d20 + 6 ⇒ (6) + 6 = 12
Damage: 1d8 + 12 ⇒ (2) + 12 = 141d8 + 12 ⇒ (5) + 12 = 171d8 + 12 ⇒ (1) + 12 = 13


"Did you ever consider that I'm simply better than you, my lord?" Tarik asked with a twinge of sarcasm as he hopped back and fired a shot into Cerrick's leg.

5ft step away from the fray, Targetted shot on Cerrick's leg, Deadly Aim, -1 grit
Atk: 1d20 + 16 ⇒ (4) + 16 = 20
dmg: 1d8 + 15 ⇒ (8) + 15 = 23 Cerrick knocked prone if attack hits


Male Overdeity 9001

"Shut it, you cocky prick," screamed Dephelia in a brutal rage. "No one is better than Lord Cerrick!"

Attack: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (12) + 11 = 231d20 + 6 ⇒ (20) + 6 = 26
Damage: 1d10 + 16 ⇒ (2) + 16 = 181d10 + 16 ⇒ (7) + 16 = 23

Crit Confirm: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (10) + 6 = 16
Crit Damage: 1d10 + 16 ⇒ (9) + 16 = 25

Cerrick is knocked prone


Male Half-Orc Paladin 10

"That almost hurt you bastard!" Nikandros screams as blood shows slightly from the edges of his armor before he counterattacks, viciously swinging his sword two-handedly.

HP: 65/86

Attack 1: 1d20 + 14 + 4 + 1 ⇒ (20) + 14 + 4 + 1 = 39
Damage 1: 2d4 + 6 + 9 ⇒ (4, 2) + 6 + 9 = 21

Attack 2: 1d20 + 9 + 4 + 1 ⇒ (18) + 9 + 4 + 1 = 32
Damage 2: 2d4 + 6 + 9 ⇒ (3, 4) + 6 + 9 = 22

Confirmation 1: 1d20 + 14 + 4 + 1 ⇒ (15) + 14 + 4 + 1 = 34
Confirmation 2: 1d20 + 14 + 4 + 1 ⇒ (18) + 14 + 4 + 1 = 37

Crit Damage 1: 2d4 + 6 + 9 ⇒ (3, 4) + 6 + 9 = 22
Crit Damage 2: 2d4 + 6 + 9 ⇒ (1, 1) + 6 + 9 = 17


Female Human Rogue, level 9

Val yelped as the pistol went off near her, leaving her ears ringing. "She has you on the cocky prick part" she told Tarik. Val was fast and graceful when fighting, but Dephelia was tougher than she'd expected.

Targeting her with studied combat at the cost of one inspiration. Making two attacks both Piranha strikes. I will trigger studied strike on the second if it hits

Attack 1: 1d20 + 15 ⇒ (8) + 15 = 23
Damage 1: 1d4 + 8 ⇒ (3) + 8 = 11
Attack 1: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (6) + 10 = 16
Damage 2: 1d4 + 8 ⇒ (2) + 8 = 103d6 ⇒ (5, 2, 3) = 10


Human Sorceress

Ah, the idiot was up. Anya smirked at the man, just itching to mess with him again. The others seemed to have fight well in hand anyway, so what harm could it do? If only she could actually polymorph him. At least there were other ways she could toy with him. She cast the spell in his direction.

Hideous Laughter at Crellick, DC 19 Will Save


Male Overdeity 9001

Nikandros:
Holy light temporarily bathed the area as Nikandros brought down the fury of Old Deadeye. for the first time since Nikandros first saw him, Dorevir shows an emotion other than disgust and manic glee: surprise. This surprise will forever haunt his features. After he collapsed to the ground wordlessly, a tension that had been in the air lifted. It was like the sun creeping over the horizon after a long, cold night.

Without Dorevir around, the Club-Wielding Goon behind him flees in terror towards the keep. Ardas and the priestess in the tree secured the two men standing silently in the entanglement. They did not flee, they did not notice Dorevir's death, nor did they even protest their imprisonment.

Ardas approached Nikandros after they finished securing the silent men. "We've mopped up them punks. Seems Dorevir here was their leader. The others have all run off. Thanks, lad. We've couldn't have done it without you."

Crellick Will Save: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (20) + 6 = 26

Crellik's fear was so high that it blocked Anya's compulsion from entering his mind.

"Get the gun away from him!" shouted Cerrick from the ground. "Grab him!"

Crellik Grapple (provokes AoO): 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (13) + 11 = 24

Grapple Fails


In response to the attempted grapple, Tarik fired both barrels of his pistol at Crellik

double shot+Deadly Aim AOO w/ pistol due to Snap Shot, ranged attack does not provoke AOO due to said feat

AOO1: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (5) + 12 = 17
AOO2: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (11) + 12 = 23

damage1: 1d8 + 16 ⇒ (5) + 16 = 21
damage2: 1d8 + 16 ⇒ (8) + 16 = 24


Male Overdeity 9001

"Aaaaah!" screamed Crellick as the bullets pierced his flesh. "What is that thing?!"

Cerrick held his head as though to hold something in. His eyes became a bright, unnatural blue and his gaze became predatory. Dephelia noticed and cried out "No, Lord Cerrick not here; not yet!"

"Yes..." he said as he stood up. "This isn't right time. Rest assured, traveler, I will crush you yet!" With that Cerrick fled from the combat heading towards the window. Crellick stood between Tarik and Cerrick blocking Tarik's shot at his master.


"Oh no you don't!" Tarrik muttered to himself as he put fresh rounds in his pistol and took a small step to the side to get a bead on Cerrick. "You aren't going anywhere," he grunted as he took aim and fired 3 more times.

Rapid Shot, Up Close and Deadly, Deadly Aim

Attack 1: 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (20) + 13 = 33
Attack 2: 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (13) + 13 = 26
Attack 3: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (7) + 8 = 15

Confirm: 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (14) + 13 = 27

Dmg 2: 1d8 + 15 + 2d6 ⇒ (3) + 15 + (2, 5) = 25
Dmg 3: 1d8 + 15 + 2d6 ⇒ (6) + 15 + (5, 6) = 32

Crit: 4d8 + 60 + 2d6 ⇒ (3, 8, 5, 3) + 60 + (5, 6) = 90
Atk 3 Reroll: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (18) + 8 = 26

Reroll is due to Blackpowder Bravado. +0 Grit due to confirmed crit and Up Close spent


Male Overdeity 9001

Tarik's bullets flied through the air headed straight for the back of Tarik's head and his heart but they did not pierce his skin. Suddenly an amulet around Dephelia's neck began to glow as red pools spontaneously formed on her body in the exact places Cerrick was shot. She keeled over in pain as she turned around to face Cerrick.

Her hand reached out towards him She barely managed to speak when she said "Cer...rick...."

Her body then crumpled to the ground, dead.


Female Human Rogue, level 9

Val gritted her teeth at the further gunshots. I'm going to go deaf. Serves me right for trying to help this jerk.
What's wrong with Cerrick's eyes? He's... not natural.
She flinched as the red pools began to form on Dephelia's body. She didn't like seeing such horrible magic. Magic. Poor woman, she shouldn't have meddled with that stuff.
But despite Dephelia's death there was still a fight to win. Val scrambled back from Dephelia and dashed around behind Crellick, moving very fast. "It's three to one, you should give up" she told him. If he didn't surrender, she stabbed him several times.

Moving more than my normal movement to get behind Crellick for the +4 AC from run like hell and moving so as to avoid the AoE. Flanking him with Tarik. If he doesn't surrender, targeting him with my studied combat as a swift action and launch a piranha strike. Triggering studied strike if I hit
Attack: 1d20 + 15 ⇒ (6) + 15 = 21
Damage: 1d4 + 8 ⇒ (4) + 8 = 123d6 ⇒ (4, 4, 5) = 13


Male Overdeity 9001

Crellick appeared distraught both at Dephelia's death and Cerrick's appearance. He heard Val's words but seemed more focused on Tarik and Anya. It seemed like he wasn't sure who he should be more afraid of.

It turned out he should have been more afraid of Val as she stabbed him through the side. He slumped to his knees clutch his wound.

"Damn b~$~#," he said. Speaking clearly strained him and he struggled to keep his earlier, menacing tone. "Lord Cerrick will get you back. He'll get all of you back, you bastards."

Crellick is down but not dead. He is involuntarily surrender as he doesn't have the strength to wield his sword anymore.


Human Sorceress

Well at least the idiot was taken care off, and that just left this so-called Lord Cerrick, fleeing from the scene like a coward. ”Hey, bastard, we’re not done with you yet, she called, summoning the power to her fingers. ”Besides, you have a lot to answer for.” The spell was ready, and she launched the ball of force right at him, praying to Milani that this attack would actually connect.

Battering Blast on Cerrick

ranged touch: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (17) + 5 = 22

CMB on Cerrick: 1d20 + 16 ⇒ (17) + 16 = 33

CMB on window: 1d20 + 16 ⇒ (7) + 16 = 23

Damage: 4d6 ⇒ (2, 4, 6, 6) = 18

If it connects Cerrick, DC 21 reflex save or he falls prone


Male Overdeity 9001

Cerrick's Reflex Check: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (7) + 5 = 12

Cerrick was blasted through the window of the Bull's Eye Tavern and Inn. The glass shattered as he thrown back as easily as a person might swat a fly.

He tumbled through the air eventually landing face down and skidding on the street.

Cerrick's muscles began to spasm and stretch. The hair on his body began to grow and thicken. His mouth and nose elongated in a monstrous snout. Finally the transformation was complete. Cerrick had unintentionally shown his true form: a werewolf.

Crellick meanwhile had slipped into unconsciousness, blissfully unaware that his threat was no longer valid.


The blast of force and rather immediate ending of other threats finally had Tarik regard his unexpected allies. Of course one had to be mage from earlier. At the very least she wasn't throwing things at him for now.

"Scuse me ladies, need to see how the good Lord Cerrick is handling being ejected from this fine establishment," He said jogging past Val and Anya to a better vantage point near the window. Turns out Cerrick was not handling it well. It also explains his nickname. Rather on the nose. Or snout.

Without waiting for the beast to get up, Tarik reloaded his pistol and fired at the werewolf, muttering a small curse to himself.

Move action to the broken window, standard to shoot once w/ Deadly Aim

Attack: 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (3) + 14 = 17
Damage: 1d8 + 16 ⇒ (6) + 16 = 22


Male Overdeity 9001

The round entered Cerrik's unconscious form easily as he obviously made no effort to doge them. His form moves slightly with the force of the shot but doesn't not move afterward. He appeared dead in the street.


Satisfied that Cerrick was dead, Tarik holstered his pistol and turned solemnly to the tavern patrons. "It is with great sorrow that I must say that Lord Cerrick the First, Supreme Ruler of Stag Reach has passed away after a rule of less than five minutes. May the Lady of the Graves judge him fairly," he finished, holding a small moment of silence.

"Now that that's done, who wants drinks to celebrate the occasion? he asked the crowd.


Human Sorceress

A prayer? Was he actually saying a prayer for that beast? Anya rolled her eyes, turning on her heel in the middle of his moment of silence and stalking out the door. Val would see to it that the people were alright - she seemed a good enough sort. As for her, well she already attracted far too much attention. ”So much for laying low.”

She paused by Cerrick’s twisted form. ”The Black Wolf, huh? Not much for subtlety, are you?” she muttered, nudging his corpse with her toe. ”I just happened to stumble into the one tavern that just so happened to be attacked but a gods-damned werewolf.” Kneeling down beside the creature, she laid one hand on it’s chest, looking for a pulse, or a heartbeat, or even the steady rise and fall of breath. She just had to be sure that the beast was truly dead.


Female Human Rogue, level 9

Val held her dagger on Crellick and kicked his sword away. "Language, sir. I'm a girl of delicate sensibilities" she said, mock-sweetly. She gave Anya an impressed look after she blasted Cerrick out the door. Val hid the twinge of fear that such a display gave her. The fight was over. "Willem, sir, are you all right?" she called to her boss.

"We should restrain this guy in case he wakes up. Anyone have ropes? Manacles? And no, I don't want to know why you have them." If no one did she tore strips from her apron to tie Crellick with, grumbling at the damage to her outfit. "And if anyone knows enough to bandage him, I'd appreciate it."

Val turned to look at Tarik when he returned, irritated. "Can you stop using that damn noisemaker? I've got pretty keen hearing and I'd like it to stay that way." She walked over to Anya, sparing a glance for the fallen werewolf. "How are you holding up, silvery girl?"


"It's not a noisemaker. That there gun is a Model 4 handgun, complete with secondary barrel I added myself, ivory finish, and enchanted for distance on par with any musket. This piece of work has dropped a giant from 40 paces, clipped the wings of harpies, and sent a small army of kobolds scurrying to their mammies with one shot to the sky. Saved my life more times than I can count, so I'd appreciate you give it some respect. You don't see me saying anything about your pig sticker after all,"

Tarik responded with a small degree of righteous indignation as he returned to his initial seat.


Male Overdeity 9001

Willem walked in shakily after Val's call. "Does this mean that the Black Wolf is gone?"

Zelia got up from her shaky position on the ground. Her shoulder was still wounded but she seemed to have staunched the worst of it. She walked to Crellick's unconscious form. "Gregos!" she snapped at a random man in the tavern. "Give me your shirt." After he acquiesced, she bound Crellick's hand in a surprisingly strong knot.

She turned to Val and said "As Reave, I can handle him now that the Black Wolf is gone. Is he dead?"

A man in back of the room seemed to suddenly get his courage back. "What are we gonna do now? The Wolf didn't try to take over the city with four men!"

A woman pointed to Tarik and said "Him! He can save us! You have to stop them! You have to!"


Human Sorceress

Anya stood up, finally convinced that the creature was indeed dead. ”I’m fine, Val. It is Val, right?” She wrapped her arms around herself, turning her face up to study the night sky. ”As exciting as this was, it’s probably time I moved on.” Anya finally turned to look at Val, her shoulders sagging in weariness. She wanted to move on, making her way to Skyreach, but she couldn’t just leave this girl alone here.

She could hear the rumblings of talk inside the tavern yet, and by straining she was able to make out that they were turning to the gunman for guidance. ”The Everbloom preserve you,” she said with a laugh, ”if you decided to follow that noisemaker into battle. But you will be alright, girl?”


Tarik sighed at the commotion over saving the city. This was turning out to be a more eventful resupply trip than he anticipated.

"All right, all right, settle down you all. Before I go around saving the town I need to establish a few things. First. Who here aside from the lovely bar maid and the silver hair have the skill and will to fight? Second. Where's the place all the guards hang around? And last, does anyone have a long pole and some rope?"


Male Half-Orc Paladin 10

"Anytime, Father. Sometimes you need to speak to thugs in a language they understand. It is always sad to see someone fall into darkness though"

Nikandros swiftly searched Dorevir's body for any clues toward who (or what) had released him. Unlikely that there would be a handy map leading to a hideout, but there still may be information or useful items to gather.

Perception for searching his body/belongings for clues: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (4) + 12 = 16


Male Overdeity 9001

roll Knowledge Religion to know what god he worshiped

Nikandors searched Dorevir's body well. Aside from his magical armor and scimitar, he found a note written in a language he didn't understand.

"Let me see that, lad," said Ardas, limping over to where Nikandros stood. He poured over the note. Ardas had to stop and refocus several times while reading it. "This isn't good. The words are Abyssal. I recognize a bit of it but I haven't kept up with the language since my adventuring days. There might also be some magic protecting it. You'll have to find a mage that can read Abyssal. Why don't you see if you can find one in the tavern while we bunker down in here."


Female Human Rogue, level 9

"This? It's just a knife. Say whatever you want about it. I’m not sensitive like you, noisemaker wizard. Wizards and their toys…" Val replied to Tarik with an amused smile.
“The Black Wolf is gone, sir. We’re safe, for the moment” she said deferentially to her boss before leaving. "Thanks, Zelia. Yeah, the Wolf is dead"
Val stood out in the night air with Anya, listening carefully to see if she could hear more fighting elsewhere. "Yes, I'm Val. Happy to hear you’re not hurt."
She quirked her eyebrows up, regarding Anya curiously. “Moving on in in the middle of the night, with the city under attack by who knows what? That’s a rough time to be travelling.”
“Of course I’ll be all right. I’m tough” Val began confidently, before remembered how reckless she had been in the fight. “Well, all right-ish. I’ll do my best.” she finished, embarrassed. She recovered and smiled “And heaven help us all if the noisemaker wizard back there is the anointed savior of the city”


Male Half-Orc Paladin 10

"Aha. Abyssal would mean one of the lower planes, right? I wonder what they would want to do with a punk like him. Let me just patch myself up a bit and I'll see if I can find someone who can read it. You should take his sword as well at least. Might be dark times ahead and having another weapon may help the shrine. Even if it's not needed you can sell it after all this to help provide for people."

Current HP: 65/86
Lay on Hands: 4d6 ⇒ (4, 5, 1, 1) = 11

Knowledge Religion: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (3) + 12 = 15

Lay on Hands Uses: 9/10
Current HP: 76/86


Human Sorceress

”I’m used to rough traveling,” Anya said quietly. ”At least, lately I am.” But something the girl said stuck out to her. ”Wait, the city is under attack? I thought it was just the tavern and the wolf.”

She pinched her nose, fighting the headache that was blooming behind her eyes. She couldn’t just leave the city, not if it was still in trouble. Hell, if she hadn’t been there to help the girl out, Val might have gotten shredded by swords already.

”F%**.” Turning on her heel, she stalked back towards the tavern. ”All right Val, you’ve got my help for tonight. But only tonight.”


Male Overdeity 9001

Nikandros:
DC 0: Though Nikandros knew that Dorevir's holy symbol belonged to no major god, he could not determine which one it did belong to.

DC 15: He was certain, however, that Dorevir didn't worship the common Minor Gods like Milani or Brigh.

The priestess who had aided Nikandros in his battle hopped down from her perch to join the conversation. "I don't we should be touching that sword there. That big guy was a powerful bad guy; probably cursed or somethin'."

"Nonsense, Kolina," replied Ardas in a grandfatherly tone. "He was evil to the core, certainly, but his power came from that damn symbol just like the bow and arrow gives Nikandros and I power. The bigger problem here is that we don't know how to wield such a foreign weapon. It is clearly magical and I'd love to give it to the city guard to use but we haven't heard from them. Maybe you can check on Ophelia and the guard situation after you find that mage?"


Male Overdeity 9001

Tarik:
"We're not fighters, sir," said a well-dressed man in the back of the bar. "Any of us that can aren't gonna do much against the Black Wolf's Crew"

Zelia nodded her agreement. "The City Guard and the temple are our peacekeeping force around here. You three should probably head over to either to see what's going on. Personally I'm more worried about the shrine."

"As for your rope and pole," said an older man. "You could probably get that from the general store. Though I don't see why you need that."


"Intimidation is why. Tarik responded to the old man, straightening his mail slightly. "Bandit types tend not to react well to seeing their leader dead and all full of lead and...magic dragged around like a flag. Either they leave in a panic or (more likely) they go to avenge their boss. Either way it gets them out of your hair," he explained.

"Now the shrine, it protected by any of Ole Deadeye's faithful? If it is, some names and numbers would be appreciated,"


Male Overdeity 9001

A room full of incredulous eyes fell upon Tarik.

"You want to...parade Cerrick's body around the city?!" asked Zelia, voicing the question in everyone else's mind. "That seems a little...tyrant-y?"

"I'm afraid we can't give you the rope and pole if that is your purpose. Even a werewolf corpse deserves a proper burial," said Willem solemnly.

Shaking off the awkward pause, Zelia regained her composure. "The shrine has about 50 clergymen but not all of them may be at the shrine especially at this hour. Heard there was a paladin that just joined up. He's supposed to be pretty strong."


Tarik sighed, slightly disappointed about the opposition to parading the Wolf. But no sense enraging the people you're saving after all.

"Fine then, no parading, find this paladin. As sound a plan as it comes I guess,"

Around this time, Val and Anya returned to the tavern.

"Welcome back ladies. If you're all willing to help, I'm heading off to the temple to find a paladin these locals are vouching for. Can't say I'd turn away a pair of helping hands to go find him,"


Human Sorceress

Anya arched one silvery eyebrow at Tarik. ”You seriously wanted to parade the corpse around? And yes, I’ll help, but only if you stop making stupid plans.” Shaking her head at him and his ridiculous plan, she stepped forward to address the crowd. ”The rest of you, is there someplace safe you can board yourselves up in case the wolf had more people around? I know you’re not fighters, but I’d feel more comfortable leaving you alone if you had some weapons, at the very least.”


Male Overdeity 9001

"We're certain he does have more thugs, ma'am," said the well-dressed man. "Such ruffians are in no short supply here I'm afraid."

Zelia looked thoughtful after Anya's suggestion. "Unfortunately, our redoubts are the keep and the guard barracks. Cerrick seemed so confident as he marched in here; he must have sent men to handle both." Her widened and her face paled. "If he could threaten or capture the shrine, the keep, and the barracks, he must have had a whole army in the city. I know the bandit problem is bad but he shouldn't have had that many rogues to gather together."

Willem looked apprehensive but eventually chimed in. "Well if this is going to take a while, then I suppose my cellar is open to you all. We can barricade it easy enough and there's food and drink down there. As long as we're careful we can hold for a few days at least. But I'll be expecting you to eat me out of me job."

"I can repay you for kindness, innkeeper," replied the well-dressed man. "And my guards will hold the barricade. You three must find some help and find out if Cerrick's forces are as large as Zelia fears."


"We're going to get along great," Tarik muttered to himself in response to Anya.


Female Human Rogue, level 9

Val nodded. "Rough living. I’m sorry to hear it." she said softly. She knew all about having a rough life. She gave Anya a hug when Anya promised to help her. "Silver, you’re a saint. You won't regret this." she said thankfully.
“What, not going to put Cerrick’s head on a pike?” she said sarcastically to Tarik’s first plan.
“Well, I am supposed to be working. But since you asked so nicely… I guess I can help find this Paladin.”
Val didn’t know much about Paladins. They weren’t exactly common in Caenar. But she was unwilling to admit she didn’t know as much as she pretended to. “Finding the Paladin sounds like a good plan. We can always use more help.” She smiles faintly, amused, at Tarik. “I’m surprised you don’t think you can take the whole army by yourself.
Val was glad Anya thought to keep the taverngoers safe. "Stay safe, boss!" she told Willem. He was a good man and a good boss, and she didn’t want anything to happen to him. “Sorry to not be here when there’s wine to be served, but I’m trying to save the city. Please don’t dock my pay or stick me with the most boring chores for running out” she joked.
Val kneeled down and checked the fallen bandits for anything that might help her protect the city. Anyways, more money never hurt anyone.
"I'd like to stop by my lodgings before we head to the shrine. They're not far.” she told Tarik and Anya.


Male Overdeity 9001

Willem gave a hearty laugh at Val's comment. "I'm not about to punish someone who fought to save my skin. But one of these days you're gonna have to tell me where a bar wench learned to fight like that."

Val's search of the bodies turned up two +1 bastard swords, a +1 longsword, two sets of +1 full-plate, and a +2 breastplate. Rummaging through their packs turned up mundane items that a bandit might have. Rope, some travel rations, and other assorted items. The only thing out of the ordinary was the amulet around Delphia's neck. It was black and withered as though it had been through a fire.


"What exactly's at your house that's worth the delay?" Tarik asked Val.

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