Evil_DM_Keddah's Kingmaker (Inactive)

Game Master Keddah

Dramatis Personae
Felix - Johund - Luthian - Ratna - Yzgar - Maren

Oleg's Outpost


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It's been several weeks since the party left Brevoy, financed by a mysterious benefactor that offered them support to establish a buffer territory between the northern kingdom and the River Kingdoms.
Their knowledge of the identity of this person is practically non-existent, they know he had enough power to get them a charter allowing them to hunt bandits in the Stolen Lands, and it's signed by a representative of house Surtova.

The rain keeps falling down on the group as they finally sight the rotting palisade surrounding Oleg's post. The mud sucks down their boots with every step they take, their feet get wet and cold as they walk towards the post.
The closed gates seem barely able to stop animals from getting in but anyone with enough determination would get through them in a few minutes. The smoke coming out of the chimney in one of the buildings inside the post brings the promise of a warm hearth.


Male Human
VITALS:
AC: 19, T: 13, FF: 16; HP: 11/11; F:3, R:3, W:1; CMD 15 ; CMB +1; Init: +3 ; Perc: -1
Anti-Paladin 1
SKILLS:
Bluff +7 (+10 when opposed by Sense Motive roll), Diplomacy +7, Handle Animal +7, Intimidate +7, Knowledge (planes) +6, Knowledge (religion) +5, Profession (soldier) +3

Luthian heaves against the gate as he tries to push them open. Rain is all good and well. But being drenched, while in armour. That was just plain annoying. And he was not one that liked to be annoyed

"There better be warm food and beds here" he growls as he trudged toward where the smoke is coming from


Male Half-orc Rogue (Thug) 7

Feeling a bit exhausted after the long march Felix looked at the fortified inn ahead. Weeks without decent bed and food had made him a little sour, but this was close to heaven again.
"Luthian, keep a cool head. This is first safe heaven we have seen in days. We will need a refuge in the days ahead.
And those haberdasherys are often the best fence for miles.
Lets show our best faces. A well this will have to do!"

With that the half- orc adjusted his leather hat and moved forward.


Male Human
VITALS:
AC: 19, T: 13, FF: 16; HP: 11/11; F:3, R:3, W:1; CMD 15 ; CMB +1; Init: +3 ; Perc: -1
Anti-Paladin 1
SKILLS:
Bluff +7 (+10 when opposed by Sense Motive roll), Diplomacy +7, Handle Animal +7, Intimidate +7, Knowledge (planes) +6, Knowledge (religion) +5, Profession (soldier) +3

"If my best face can get a warm bed and a meal... then by all means. Yes" he growls. Yes. They needed to show some decorum but in this weather most people would understand his current demeanour

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Half-Orc Sorcerer 1 (Serpentine) | HP 7/7 | AC: 13, TAC: 12, FAC: 11, CMD: 10 | Fort: +2, Reflex: +3, Will: +4* | Perc.: +1, S.M.: +1 | Init.: +2

"Could be worse. Could be snowing. Rains are early this year."

Yzgar scowls.

"But I am soaked regardless. They had better not try to turn us away. No, that would be a mistake."


Male Half-orc Rogue (Thug) 7

Clapping his hand on Luthians shoulder Felix smiled.
"I even have a copper or two left. So the first ale is on me!"


Male Human
VITALS:
AC: 19, T: 13, FF: 16; HP: 11/11; F:3, R:3, W:1; CMD 15 ; CMB +1; Init: +3 ; Perc: -1
Anti-Paladin 1
SKILLS:
Bluff +7 (+10 when opposed by Sense Motive roll), Diplomacy +7, Handle Animal +7, Intimidate +7, Knowledge (planes) +6, Knowledge (religion) +5, Profession (soldier) +3

"Good on you Felix. I will then pay for the lodgings" he nods at his traveling companion. He was sure his mood would improve once he was warmer and less wet.... a lot less wet

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agender Human 1 Oracle (Intrigue Mystery)

"You're all so generous - careful, one might get the impression you're fond of us." Usually, this kind of sentiment would be accompanied by a light, teasing tone. However, in this rain, with this cold, with the mud making their every step a struggle, and thoroughly miserable, Rat's voice refuses to leave a tired, flat monotone. The comment is followed up by a misstep, an audible squelch, and definitely not the first annoyed grumble that the group's been made to listen to.

For someone who puts as much stock as Rat does into their ability to be personable, they sure don't seem to put a lot of effort into getting their companions to like them.


The gates open and behind them an empty courtyard receives the party. Puddles and mud cover most of it. In front of them a fenced area covered by a barely maintained roof holds several boxes and barrels. To their left hand there's a building, the stench of wet horses coming from inside. To their right hand two buildings, one well cared with smoke coming from its chimney, the other with its windows boarded up and visible holes on its thatching.


Male Human
VITALS:
AC: 19, T: 13, FF: 16; HP: 11/11; F:3, R:3, W:1; CMD 15 ; CMB +1; Init: +3 ; Perc: -1
Anti-Paladin 1
SKILLS:
Bluff +7 (+10 when opposed by Sense Motive roll), Diplomacy +7, Handle Animal +7, Intimidate +7, Knowledge (planes) +6, Knowledge (religion) +5, Profession (soldier) +3

"Best get this moving then" as he approaches the most obvious building and he knocks on the door. He want to bang on it. But caught himself in time

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Half-Orc Sorcerer 1 (Serpentine) | HP 7/7 | AC: 13, TAC: 12, FAC: 11, CMD: 10 | Fort: +2, Reflex: +3, Will: +4* | Perc.: +1, S.M.: +1 | Init.: +2

"What a lovely place! So picturesque," Yzgar says sarcastically. "Still, at least we can tell there's someone here."

Yzgar waits beside the building, standing under the eaves trying to stay out of the rain, as Luthian knocks.


Male Elf Swashbuckler (Inspired Blade) 1

Maren, mostly remaining quiet for the long road, snickers at Ratna's comment. Or their reaction to the deep puddle of mud. "I sincerely doubt that option is on the table.", the elf's deep, highly enunciated Taldane announces, as he extends a gloved hand forward to help Rat out of the mud. "I feel we're all a bit closer to nature than we'd like right now."

Seemingly a citydweller, as one might assume by his fashionable silver-dyed leather coat, courtier's haircut and the almost too fine rapier at his belt, Maren takes the long walk through the mud in stride, despite the mud covering his boots all the way above his thighs, with the occasional smirk as someone shorter than himself stumbles into a mud or... something more organic.

Patting the donkeys on the heads, he trudges through the almost molasses-like mud, he stands next to Luthian, a flawless smile appearing on his face, marked with numerous small scars, the mark of a seasoned duelist. "Now, now, Mr. Fletcher, attitude. Smiles, everyone, smiles."


Male Human
VITALS:
AC: 19, T: 13, FF: 16; HP: 11/11; F:3, R:3, W:1; CMD 15 ; CMB +1; Init: +3 ; Perc: -1
Anti-Paladin 1
SKILLS:
Bluff +7 (+10 when opposed by Sense Motive roll), Diplomacy +7, Handle Animal +7, Intimidate +7, Knowledge (planes) +6, Knowledge (religion) +5, Profession (soldier) +3

Luthian simply glares at the elf. Forcing a smile
"Better?" he hisses through gritted teeth


Male Half-orc Rogue (Thug) 7

Shaking his head Felix smiles."Well, am no. Just take your stoic, no not the menacing face. Think about beer and warm food, there it is! We can work with that, don´t you agree Maren. And remember, this can be a first rate chicken farm. And we will need its eggs for the future!"


Male Elf Swashbuckler (Inspired Blade) 1

Maren's deep laugh rings loudly as Luthian grins. "It would be better, had we planned to eat them. Would succeed in relaying the message.", he pats the man on his armoured shoulder. "No offense, Luthian. I suppose the weather got me in different way. Can't help but goad.", he explains with a theatrical shrug, tucking his gloves on his belt and rubbing his cold hands.

Felix "Lucky Gits" Season wrote:
Shaking his head Felix smiles."Well, am no. Just take your stoic, no not the menacing face. Think about beer and warm food, there it is! We can work with that, don´t you agree Maren. And remember, this can be a first rate chicken farm. And we will need its eggs for the future!"

Nodding, Maren smiles. "Perhaps, perhaps. Put in on a list, and we'll get back to it one day. For now I believe we'll settle for one chicken and something to wash it down with." He taps his lips with a finger, taking a longer look at Felix's face. Hm..., a thought appears in his head, but he shakes it off. Maybe later.


Male Human
VITALS:
AC: 19, T: 13, FF: 16; HP: 11/11; F:3, R:3, W:1; CMD 15 ; CMB +1; Init: +3 ; Perc: -1
Anti-Paladin 1
SKILLS:
Bluff +7 (+10 when opposed by Sense Motive roll), Diplomacy +7, Handle Animal +7, Intimidate +7, Knowledge (planes) +6, Knowledge (religion) +5, Profession (soldier) +3

"Fine..." he knocks again

"Any body home? We would like to inquire about food and lodgings..." he pauses for a moment and looks at the rest of his companions before he proceeds

"Please....?"

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The group hears a shout coming from inside the house Get the f#!$ing door you goddamned woman! You know they don't like being left outside waiting and if they get angry you're gonna feel the back of my hand tonight! a few seconds later a small woman in her thirties opens the door, her face fixed on the ground at first she sees Luthian metal boots and raises her head showing a quite pretty face, of fine features, covered in bruises. I... I wasn't expecting visitors, you work with Happs, yes? she asks coyly as she stands to the side Come in, the fire is stoked, I'll prepare some soup she says as she points to a door just behind her.

Map of the outpost


Male Human
VITALS:
AC: 19, T: 13, FF: 16; HP: 11/11; F:3, R:3, W:1; CMD 15 ; CMB +1; Init: +3 ; Perc: -1
Anti-Paladin 1
SKILLS:
Bluff +7 (+10 when opposed by Sense Motive roll), Diplomacy +7, Handle Animal +7, Intimidate +7, Knowledge (planes) +6, Knowledge (religion) +5, Profession (soldier) +3

"Happs? I do not know this Happs you speak of. But warm food is certainly welcome. Especially for this kind of weather. A pleasure to see a young lady as yourself...." he frowns at the bruises. But he does not say anything. All in good time

Diplomacy : 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (16) + 7 = 23

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HP 67/67 | AC (29) 25 T 16 FF (26) 22 | F +10 R+7 W+11 | CMB +12 CMD 27 | Init +3 Perc +2 | Blessings 5/7 | Fervor 7/7 (3d6) | Sacred Armor 8/8 (+1) | Sacred Weapon 7/8 (+2) | [Crest] | [Loot]

Johund squints through the deluge of water trailing across his eyes. Ahead, the armored brute somehow leads the way, despite being perhaps the most ill equipped for these soggy conditions. All around, the sheets of rain seem to roll endlessly, the air hangs heavy and gray, and the feeling of dry boots is a mere memory.

Was there ever a time he had been thirsty, or warm, or even dry?

He should hope not.

He grins inwardly, savoring the soft mud beneath his feet, the ground that threatens to drag him down with every step. If the lake couldn't take him, surely the dirt stands no chance. He spits upon it, an imperceptible act of defiance against the bonds imposed by the land.

She seems t've seen'r share of 'em. he thinks, noting the woman's bruised face. "If a lass's to be beat, she ought at least t'enjoy it," he grumbles as he steps forward to look over his hostess.

Frowning, he accepts the invitation, stepping quickly through the doorway past her. "Waitin' outside never bothered me, Ser," he says as he lowers his great hood. "The greater crime'd be holding us within." He glances behind him. "This your woman? You're t'be commended, save the lashes. A broken wench is a broken mast, and any ship needs its full sails"

"But, I'm gettin' ahead. Men call me Johund Struckland, but he died a while back. Before you's a humble servant of Hanspur. And these are his companions. We accept your hospitality."


Male Half-orc Rogue (Thug) 7

Shrugging, knowing to well that some mares need the belt to be keep in line, Felix is still unhappy. This woman is pretty and could earn a steady penny when used properly. But the master of the house can do with his girls what he wants. And as they say, spare the rod, spoil the child!
"Thanks mam, we are hungry wanderers in need of a bed. And we have the coin to pay it!"


Half-Orc Sorcerer 1 (Serpentine) | HP 7/7 | AC: 13, TAC: 12, FAC: 11, CMD: 10 | Fort: +2, Reflex: +3, Will: +4* | Perc.: +1, S.M.: +1 | Init.: +2

Yzgar smiles a winning smile.

"I'm Yzgar. And soup sounds wonderful! This weather is miserable. I do hope we haven't put you out," he says smoothly.

diplomacy: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (5) + 9 = 14


The woman hesitates for a second and before she can react Johund has barged inside the house. She lowers her head again and seems to shrink.
Johund enters the room the woman had signalled, the room is a 15 by 15 feet square, with a fireplace to the right of the door an armchair in front of it and a long table with half a dozen chairs on the opposite walls.
On the armchair Johund sees a fat man, his naked upper body covered in tattoos and his bald head covered in scars. He stands suddenly when he sees the cleric coming in.
Who the f&%! are you? Svetlana!! Who the f$&! is this cunt and what's he doing here? he set his hand on a short sword standing on a table next to him You know only Happs men are allowed in the main house!


The woman turns to those still waiting by the door and says I'm sorry, but you'll have to stay in the shack in front of the main house. I'll bring you some firewood and soup in a minute


agender Human 1 Oracle (Intrigue Mystery)

Rat takes the offered hand, pulling themselves out of the mud with a brief nod and mumbled thanks to Maren. At least someone here is making an effort. Saves them the trouble, really.

They do take a moment to straighten themselves out - at least, as much as they can - once the group reaches the door. There's only so much they can do, but you'd catch them dead before you'd catch them not trying to look as close to their best as they can manage.

Rat does share a look with the woman as they pass through the door, a brief expression of sympathy and understanding, and they raise a hand to briefly pat her shoulder, but seem to think better of it. No point in getting mud and wet all over this poor woman's clothes. Probably best to avoid putting their hands on what Rat's sure the man inside thinks is his. They don't say anything, at least not to her, but they hope the message is clear: If you need it, I'm happy to listen.


Male Elf Swashbuckler (Inspired Blade) 1

Stomping inside, tapping his feet outside the door, Maaren enters to a scene he wasn't expecting. His eyes narrow, almost imperceptively, as the short, fat, and all around unpleasant individual makes his statements. So inexperienced. And... disgustingly impolite. Yet, therefore has backup. I wouldn't be so relaxed if six armed individuals walked through my door., a though passes through his head, as he lowers his glance to look at the conversation, giving the woman a polite nod and a smile. "We would greatly appreciate you bringing us warm food, of course."

I could undoubtedly skewer him twice before he raises his sword..., he thinks, as he moves next to Johund. He's as devout as they come but sometimes a little... off. I suppose when you live as short as they do, you need to immerse yourself in faith. Interesting., he notes, as he nods gracefully at the fat man.

"My name's Maren Azurill, travelling chemist, translator, sword for hire, and alliteration aside, allegedly an all-round asset. Pleased to meet you.", he jests crisply, extending a slim, calloused hand. "We're not working for Happs, of course. If you don't mind us asking, however - would he be looking for capable individuals?" The elf's face is that of pure curiosity, which then turns into an entrepreneurial smile. "Seems you've got it good for yourself, is what I'm saying. Power attracts power, and we'd prefer staying next to the fireplace." Living in a rotting shack in the middle of nowhere, hiding from civilisation. Disgusting.

Bluff: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (11) + 10 = 21 I'm assuming that this particular fine gentleman is a bandit, so I'm giving myself the Brigand bonus.


Male Human
VITALS:
AC: 19, T: 13, FF: 16; HP: 11/11; F:3, R:3, W:1; CMD 15 ; CMB +1; Init: +3 ; Perc: -1
Anti-Paladin 1
SKILLS:
Bluff +7 (+10 when opposed by Sense Motive roll), Diplomacy +7, Handle Animal +7, Intimidate +7, Knowledge (planes) +6, Knowledge (religion) +5, Profession (soldier) +3

Luthian looks from the woman to the man, he gently manuevers the woman to the side, then walks over to the man. He slams his fist on the table, he bends over and looks him sqaure in the eye. "Listen here you little piece of trash. I don't know and I don't care who this Happs fellow is, that young lady does not deserve this treatment and if you don't apologise this very instant, I can assure you, Happs will be the least of your worries."

Legitimate threat: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (9) + 7 = 16

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Seeing he’s clearly outnumbered the man slowly lays down his sword on the table and raises his hands I guess we’ve gotten to a bad start, friends? he says forcing a smile that shows a mouth lacking half its teeth That… woman is no lady, she’s a f*$$ing b~$@~ that will stab your backses if you don’t keep her disciplined he shows the scars on his head I won the right to use her for a fortnight fair and square in our lottery, if you join up with Happs you’ll get your chance for a ride too he winks leerily at them She won’t admit it, but she is grateful to have a real man and not that poor excuse of a husband she had he continues Happs should arrive any moment now, you should go to the shack outside, he has a temper and doesn’t like finding people he has not invited in his home he pauses for a second He’ll come with at least a dozen other men! he smiles again But I’ll put a good word for you and forget this encedent, nobody can say Gormly is a rancorous man


Male Half-orc Rogue (Thug) 7

Sense Motive: 1d20 ⇒ 5
"A dozen men. Well sounds like a decent crew!"
How shall we take on a dozen men?


Male Human
VITALS:
AC: 19, T: 13, FF: 16; HP: 11/11; F:3, R:3, W:1; CMD 15 ; CMB +1; Init: +3 ; Perc: -1
Anti-Paladin 1
SKILLS:
Bluff +7 (+10 when opposed by Sense Motive roll), Diplomacy +7, Handle Animal +7, Intimidate +7, Knowledge (planes) +6, Knowledge (religion) +5, Profession (soldier) +3

"Then I would like to talk to this Happs" he looks over to Svetlana
"Go get yourself cleaned up" then turning back to Gormly
"I am still waiting for that apology, it best be before she leaves the room, cause after that, there will be less people who would vouch for you when i am done"

I dont think i can roll diplomacy again to gain more favour with Svetlana. But the idea stands, every person won over, is one less to contend with later. Tyrants come in all shapes and sizes.


Gormly stares back at Luthian but knows he has no chance if push comes to shove Ok, I'm sorry I taught you not to stab my f#+!ing head he looks back at Luthian Happy now?


Male Human
VITALS:
AC: 19, T: 13, FF: 16; HP: 11/11; F:3, R:3, W:1; CMD 15 ; CMB +1; Init: +3 ; Perc: -1
Anti-Paladin 1
SKILLS:
Bluff +7 (+10 when opposed by Sense Motive roll), Diplomacy +7, Handle Animal +7, Intimidate +7, Knowledge (planes) +6, Knowledge (religion) +5, Profession (soldier) +3

"For now. But do not think your sarcasm escaped me"

He goes to sit opposite the man
"So. Tell me about this Happs fellow" he stretches out his legs and leans back

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Half-Orc Sorcerer 1 (Serpentine) | HP 7/7 | AC: 13, TAC: 12, FAC: 11, CMD: 10 | Fort: +2, Reflex: +3, Will: +4* | Perc.: +1, S.M.: +1 | Init.: +2

"Oh, and don't worry about what Happs will think. I'm sure he will be happy to see us," Yzgar says with a sly smile.


The fat man seems seething seeing the party has no intention of leaving the house and after a few minutes says I'm going outside to crap he grabs his sword on the wya out Make yourselves at home he adds sarcastically.

As soon as the door closes Svetlana says You're going to get killed if you treat Happs the same way as him, Gormly is an idiot and a coward, Happs is a f#!*ing lunatic, three months ago a group of adventurers tried to ambush him when he came for his payment. He had them skinned alive and forced my husband to eat their raw flesh before killing him for defying his orders she shudders at the memory Since that happened he left one of his men in the outpost, rotating them. When he comes he always brings at least half a dozen men alongside, sometimes more.


Half-Orc Sorcerer 1 (Serpentine) | HP 7/7 | AC: 13, TAC: 12, FAC: 11, CMD: 10 | Fort: +2, Reflex: +3, Will: +4* | Perc.: +1, S.M.: +1 | Init.: +2

"Sounds like a charming fellow!" Yzgar laughs.

"Does Happs have any other men here right now? Or is it just this Gormly jackass?"

He turns to the others, speaking under his breath.

"I feel like giving this Happs a very special welcome. Once we have dealt with his men, it would be entertaining to tie him up and give this woman a knife. But perhaps we should get rid of this Gormly fellow first?"


agender Human 1 Oracle (Intrigue Mystery)

"I like the way you think. Keeping Gormly alive might mean getting a little surprise, killing him makes an easier fight later." They shrug, looking around to the more combat-capable members of the group. Really it's their call, Rat can do about as much damage in a fight as an upset kitten. Still, it's a nice thought.


Male Human
VITALS:
AC: 19, T: 13, FF: 16; HP: 11/11; F:3, R:3, W:1; CMD 15 ; CMB +1; Init: +3 ; Perc: -1
Anti-Paladin 1
SKILLS:
Bluff +7 (+10 when opposed by Sense Motive roll), Diplomacy +7, Handle Animal +7, Intimidate +7, Knowledge (planes) +6, Knowledge (religion) +5, Profession (soldier) +3

Luthian does not say anything at first. Then he slowly gets up. Adrenalin has made him forget how wet and miserable he is

"Please excuse me m'lady" he gives a kurt bow as he makes his way to leave the building. He then turns to his companions with a knowing smile

"I'll be right back"

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Male Elf Swashbuckler (Inspired Blade) 1

Maren listens to the story, his upper lip raising in disgust. There is necessary brutality, and there's pointless brutality. He shakes his head, as his hand goes to feel the hilt of his rapier. "Despicable.", he simply says, sitting in a chair and cupping his hands together. Nodding at Luthian, a small smile appears on his face. "Do try to be as precise as possible, please, Mr. Fletcher. The outhouse is probably dirty enough as it is.", he smirks, before his smile widens. "And try to enjoy yourself." I hope some violence might curb his foul mood.

The elf leans back, the fingers of his right hand dancing over the rapier's grip. "As for your idea, Ysgar.", he relays to the half-orc, "I find it poetically appropriate, however we mustn't get ahead of ourselves. I'd try to avoid starting a fight with a force twice our size." Leaping from the chair, his gray eyes glance over the room and the house before looking at Svetlana. "Svetlana, my dear. Could you please get us some of that soup that was promised? I'd be willing to pay, of course.", he asks, the underlying tone of his voice suggesting that it'd be better if she wasn't present for a while.

"Based on the treatises of Mandravius of Lastwall, I see two opportunities here. First one, and the more likely to occur one, would be for us to hold the lines right here in the house. Me and our storm-mooded companion outside could hold the front, and slay as many as we can in a fight of attrition.", he suggests, as his eyes glimmer with insidious intent. "The other suggested approach would be humiliating and challenging Happs to a duel. I'd volunteer to take him on, and ideally his band would follow us afterwards." He looks around, as a long finger shoots in the air. "Of course, as Mandravius preached honourable combat, I personally desire nothing to do with it.", he chuckles. "The Azurill addendum is, as soon as the duel starts, everyone gangs up on him as soon as I draw his attention, and then we use our dear Ratna's peerless ability in persuasion to convince them anyone stupid enough to agree to an honourable duel is, by definition, unfit to lead a gang of their stature."

He finishes with a theatrical bow, as he gestures at the assorted individuals for questions. "Your thoughts on my musings?", he asks.


As Luthian leaves the house he can see through the rain the shape of Gormly standing under the roofed storage area in the center of the outpost, he has his sword in his hand and is watching intently at the gates, he doesn't seem to have seen the antipaladin exit the house.


Male Human
VITALS:
AC: 19, T: 13, FF: 16; HP: 11/11; F:3, R:3, W:1; CMD 15 ; CMB +1; Init: +3 ; Perc: -1
Anti-Paladin 1
SKILLS:
Bluff +7 (+10 when opposed by Sense Motive roll), Diplomacy +7, Handle Animal +7, Intimidate +7, Knowledge (planes) +6, Knowledge (religion) +5, Profession (soldier) +3

He strides toward him, not a word spoken as he tries to catch him in the jaw with his gauntlet

Punch: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (12) + 3 = 15
Damage: 1d4 + 3 ⇒ (1) + 3 = 4

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Gormly turns towards Luthian as he spits blood and one of the few teeth he had left You fucking cunt! I'll slit your throat and fuck your corpse through it!

Initiative: 1d20 ⇒ 3
Not anytime soon it appears


Male Human
VITALS:
AC: 19, T: 13, FF: 16; HP: 11/11; F:3, R:3, W:1; CMD 15 ; CMB +1; Init: +3 ; Perc: -1
Anti-Paladin 1
SKILLS:
Bluff +7 (+10 when opposed by Sense Motive roll), Diplomacy +7, Handle Animal +7, Intimidate +7, Knowledge (planes) +6, Knowledge (religion) +5, Profession (soldier) +3

even if I roll 1 I'm still going before him

"Welcome to try" hegrins as he throws another jab at him

Punch: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (15) + 3 = 18
Damage: 1d4 + 3 ⇒ (4) + 3 = 7

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Half-Orc Sorcerer 1 (Serpentine) | HP 7/7 | AC: 13, TAC: 12, FAC: 11, CMD: 10 | Fort: +2, Reflex: +3, Will: +4* | Perc.: +1, S.M.: +1 | Init.: +2
Maren Azurill wrote:
"Your thoughts on my musings?"

"I am fond of the saying: 'If you find yourself in a fair fight, your tactics stink.' The last thing I would want to do is get into combat with one of those thugs."

"But whoever volunteers to challenge this Happs, I would imagine that the rest of the gang would consider it sport and would want to watch such a fight to its conclusion, no matter how good Ratna's argument."

Yzgar smiles.

"But I could use sorcery to turn some of his men against him. Their animals too, if they ride horses or somesuch. When we have changed the odds a bit, I could expend a spell to stun a group of them if they are packed close together."


Male Half-orc Rogue (Thug) 7

Drawing a blackened steel dagger from his belt Felix offers it to Luthian. "Tell him a joke, so that he can smile again!"
Shrugging at Rat and Yzgar he strokes his chin.
"Yzgar, your magic, can it take a few of the happs friends out of the fight? I am sure once Happs is happy history, the others will have not much stomach for a fight. Luthian and I must rush him, and rush him quick!"


Gormly's nose gnashes under Luthian's punch, he slices at his attacker with his short sword but fails to find an opening on the antipaladins armour. I'll fucking kill you and your fucking friends! he swears
Gormly Attack: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (9) + 4 = 13


Male Human
VITALS:
AC: 19, T: 13, FF: 16; HP: 11/11; F:3, R:3, W:1; CMD 15 ; CMB +1; Init: +3 ; Perc: -1
Anti-Paladin 1
SKILLS:
Bluff +7 (+10 when opposed by Sense Motive roll), Diplomacy +7, Handle Animal +7, Intimidate +7, Knowledge (planes) +6, Knowledge (religion) +5, Profession (soldier) +3

He laughs
"And this is why the ladies don't like you. Such a filthy mouth... best put it out of commission"
Luthian throws another punch at the man
Punch: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (7) + 3 = 10
Damage: 1d4 + 3 ⇒ (1) + 3 = 4

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HP 67/67 | AC (29) 25 T 16 FF (26) 22 | F +10 R+7 W+11 | CMB +12 CMD 27 | Init +3 Perc +2 | Blessings 5/7 | Fervor 7/7 (3d6) | Sacred Armor 8/8 (+1) | Sacred Weapon 7/8 (+2) | [Crest] | [Loot]

Johund stands out the doorway, looking on at Luthian engaged in deadly combat with this Gormly.

"Rain ain't lettin' up 'tall." he comments lazily.


agender Human 1 Oracle (Intrigue Mystery)

"It's not a bad plan, Maren. A tad reliant on this gang agreeing to honorable combat, and wanting to watch the fight against Happs, but certainly not bad. If they've an inclination anything like ours, though..."

Rat shrugs, with a brief sort of 'so-so' hand motion.

"How many doors does this house have? If this is the only entrance, we can force them to face us one at a time, as they come through. It may not allow our friend here her catharsis, if Happs doesn't survive the attack, but it does put the fight strictly on our terms.

Your duel has a much better end result, and you'll have my happy compliance if that's the plan, but it may be worth considering an alternative with a few less unknown variables."


Male Half-orc Rogue (Thug) 7

Felix nods to the woman. "Is there a cellar you can hide? When this Happs comes, hide there and if worst comes to worst, say you were afraid of us. Now, about our soup? And ale?"


Half-Orc Sorcerer 1 (Serpentine) | HP 7/7 | AC: 13, TAC: 12, FAC: 11, CMD: 10 | Fort: +2, Reflex: +3, Will: +4* | Perc.: +1, S.M.: +1 | Init.: +2
Felix "Lucky Gits" Season wrote:
"Yzgar, your magic, can it take a few of the happs friends out of the fight?"

"Isn't that what magic is for?" Yzgar smiles wickedly.

"Aside from some minor magicks, there are two things I can do readily."

"Firstly, I can make someone extremely well disposed towards me. A person or an animal. That doesn't negate any friendships they might already have, but they will take my words with much more weight. How good that is for us depends on how close they are to Happs. I suspect though that most of his men may remain loyal only out of fear rather than friendship. I can only cast this on one person at a time, though I could do it several times in succession."

"Secondly, I can release a burst of light that will stun and dazzle those caught within it. I could get multiple people at once, though they would have to be close together. The light only extends about 15 feet."

"Either spell can be resisted by someone with a strong will."


Avoiding Luthian's punch Gormly stabs him swiftly, getting his sword into his chest and wounding him.

Gormly Attack: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (15) + 4 = 19
Gormly Damage: 1d6 + 3 ⇒ (5) + 3 = 8

Svetlana looks at the party as if they're crazy but says There's no cellar and the only other exits are the windows. If you're decided to do this please lock me up in the storeroom so when they kill you they don't think I've helped you

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