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Epic Drunk | HP 186/186 | AC 33 T 14 FF 31 | CMD 37 (39 vs Trip/Sunder, 43 vs Trip if standing on the ground) | Fort +24 Ref +12 Will +10 (+4 poison/spells/SLA) | Init +2 | Perc +12

"Ye see these cracked bricks! Yup. Landed right there!" Kraygan is telling a few locals as Torgan arrives.

Parading himself around the walls in his new armor, and carrying the giant's axe like some sort of oversized symbol of office, Kraygan took the first opportunity to refill his keg and is raising morale the best way he knows how.

As Torgan presents the weapons, he accepts the morningstar with a nod of thanks. "Had me eye on this actually. Woulda been useful against that giant skeleton." He says the last words a little louder for the benefit of anyone nearby.

***

Kraygan spends his evenings telling many war stories of "Wren's Brigade." He often engages others to help him reenact fights from the battle, and since he's often deep in his cups by then, they aren't always willing participants. More then a few real fights break out from this, but having survived a great battle and proven himself, Kraygan now has the confidence to laugh off and smooth over most grudges.

I agree with the items Torgan marked for selling and added marked a few more myself.

The list is getting a little cluttered with items I think we used.
I removed some things that I know Kraygan used - a few potions, plus 1 fuse grenade. I'm unsure how many alchemist fires we still have, though I think we are down to 3 (1 on Wren, and 2 more found on Skreed).

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Sheet looks good :)

Looking over the town it looks as if the bulk of the town seemed to have weathered fairly well besides a house or two that were completely demolished by a flaming boulder. The Ramblehouse lost a corner containing a few rooms, that now have an open sky view. The blacksmith shop still seems to be intact though it looks as if Sara and her wife will be staying in the shop for awhile as their house will need to be rebuilt.

A week into the rebuild each of you receives a hand-carried message to your doorstep. Upon opening it the message reads that Trunau's de facto leader, Chief Defender Halgra of the Blackened Blades is requesting that you join her in the meeting room of the Ivory Hall, Trunau's governmental seat.

Within the week the shops are back open and running once again.

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M Elf Age: 252 or so

Day 1

Wren sifts through the remains of his flat, looking for his few possessions of worth or merit. He smiles broadly when he finds his Dilettante's Book, and the few scribblings therein unscratched. This makes him smile briefly.

* * *

He had slept with the crowds last night, taking comfort in the safety of numbers to assuage any feelings of ill ease. He knees could not have hurt more come the morning. However, there was a town still to rebuild and there might be survivors buried and so Wren roused himself with only a modicum of grumbling and complaining.

The truth was that he *was* too old for this piddlespotting crap and he should have earned his death yesterday, if not long ago. Since he lacks the will to take his own life, he continues his life as it is, fighting and pissing and moaning until his time comes.

* * *

GM Tyranius Only:
On the first night, if he can, Wren will find a quiet spot to dabble and futz with the two scrolls he has. Given time, he will try to sort out the magics within, dissecting them and adding them to his Dilettante's Book.

Take 10 to scribe Tongues: 20 Spellcraft vs. DC 18
Take 10 to scribe Knock: 20 Spellcraft vs. DC 17

90gp +40gp = -130 gp scribe costs.


Male Dwarf Stableboy 14 | HP 146/170 | AC 30 T 14 FF 28 | CMD 29 (34 disarm, +2 w/ Spirit) | Fort +14 Ref +12 Will +11 (+2 poison/spells/SLA) | Init +6 | Perc +17 (+2 stonework)
Spirit:
HP 9/144 | AC 37 T 10 FF 35 | CMD 32 (34 b.rush/o.run, +2 w/ Jorgan) | Fort +15 Ref +10 Will +6 (evasion, +4 enchant) | Init +2 | Perc +6

Jorgan immediately sets to work helping repair the town. Hops is outfitted with a yoke to pull timber and stones about. Jorgan elects not to bathe through this process and before long yak and stableboy smell indistinguishable from each other, exacerbated by the fact that Jorgan has been sleeping beside his pet in the stable.

Upon receiving the letter, Jorgan cleans the yak dung off his boots but spends far more time brushing out Hops' coat. "Well, we better go talk to Halgra. Something serious, I'm sure."


AC18/T12/F16/CMD19(23 vs BR, Trip)||HP45[45]F:+7;R:+3;W:+6(+2 vs poison, spells, & SLA)||Init:+1|Percept:+5 Dwarf Hopeless Romantic 6

Vanderhoff spends his time in meditation, in the stable with Vanderhoof, as well as helping the town rebuild. He seems particularly introspective during the time.

After receiving the letter, he seeks out his cousins. "Did you all get one of these?" Reading over the letter again, he shrugs. "Best go see what it's about."

Loot divisions and purchases sound fine to me. Did not get in until late last night. Still reading over everything. Van can at least channel once a day now, as well.

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M Elf Age: 252 or so

Day 3

*thunk!*

1d20 + 9 ⇒ (10) + 9 = 19 Know Local

Wren fires the first arrow as close as he can to Kraygan's head, not caring too much if he hits the dwarf.

He draws the next arrow, and aims it likewise.

"Have you been telling people that it was 'Wren's Brigade' that saved the town?" Wren aims his arrow again, carefully. "I suggest that you let that rumor go...or the next arrow will find won't miss."

Wren lowers his bow a bit, looking at the dwarf. He is clearly annoyed, angry.

And I was just beginning to not dislike him.

"You keep your stories to yourself. You keep me out of it, dwarf. I want no part in your fantasies. No more 'Wren's Brigade', you got it?" Wren growls. "My life is my own. As is my tale to tell."


Epic Drunk | HP 186/186 | AC 33 T 14 FF 31 | CMD 37 (39 vs Trip/Sunder, 43 vs Trip if standing on the ground) | Fort +24 Ref +12 Will +10 (+4 poison/spells/SLA) | Init +2 | Perc +12

Flush with a pile of gold, giant trophies, and the glory of having fought and won a battle, Kraygan rents a room at the Ramblehouse and goes on a week-long bender. Though Wren's words cow him a little, the drink adds foolish courage and the stories continue.

Kraygan's themesong for a montage of debauchery!

When Jorgan and Torgan come to deliver their latest brew, he engages them in drunken brawl. ...and the cave giant swung his two orcs 'bout like livin weapons!!"

Punch to Jorgan!: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (16) + 8 = 24
Non-lethal Damage: 1d6 + 4 ⇒ (2) + 4 = 6

Punch to Torgan!: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (8) + 8 = 16
Non-lethal Damage: 1d6 + 4 ⇒ (6) + 4 = 10

***

When Vanderhoff comes to have a drink, he narrowly avoids being tackled and throttled in a bear hug! "...and when th' orc got 'is filthy hands on me, I.. oof!! Hold still Hoff, I'm d'monstratin!"

Grapple on Vanderhoff!: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (4) + 8 = 12

***

Late one evening he decides to apologize to the "Captain" and goes off in search of Wren. "Cap'n! Sorry 'bout the stories 'n all. Come 'n share a drink wit yer friends!!"

Kick in the elf's door!: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (18) + 4 = 22

"Oops..."

***

At the end of the week the bearer of Chief Defender Halgra's letter finds Kraygan sprawled at the end of the bar. Next to him, planted deeply into the wood of the bar counter, is the giant's axe.

After a drink to wash the old beer from his mouth, he heads off to report for duty.

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Hahahaha

A visiting bard adds in to Kraygan's song!

Soon began the battle of Bloodmarch Hill.
Wren and the Ramblehouses rushed to Trunau's aid.
While the orcs were here to kill.
They were stopped by a drunken blockade.

The orcs cut through the catapult's widget.
A twang and a swoosh resounded throughout the air.
High in the sky went the bearded midget.
All he could was try and hold onto his hair.

The cave giant opened a wall.
The heroes were disturbed by what they saw.
The monstrous beast came at them, orcs chains and all.
The dwarves fell the cave giant and the crows quickly came to caw.

Inside the darkness wonders were seen within the cave.
Soon an assassin and his wolves were found.
Enemies came I like a wave.
The heroes stood their ground.

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Kraygan Steelkeg wrote:

Late one evening he decides to apologize to the "Captain" and goes off in search of Wren. "Cap'n! Sorry 'bout the stories 'n all. Come 'n share a drink wit yer friends!!"

"Oops..."

Wren rolls out of his chair, words of arcane might coming out of his mouth before he looks to see who bashed in his door.

Wren aims a poof of stinging glitters directly at the loud entrant's eyes. Glitterdust. DC 15 Will.

Wren rolls to another side of the room to his bow, now certain of who is attacker is. He knocks an arrow.

"What do you want, dwarf? I'll make the trip through the catapult seem like a fairy ride if you don't get out of my room," Wren glances around at the papers and books now scattered by the interruption. "I have no alcohols in here, nor yaks to love. Go."


Epic Drunk | HP 186/186 | AC 33 T 14 FF 31 | CMD 37 (39 vs Trip/Sunder, 43 vs Trip if standing on the ground) | Fort +24 Ref +12 Will +10 (+4 poison/spells/SLA) | Init +2 | Perc +12

Will + Dwarven stubbornness - Dwarven drunkeness: 1d20 + 2 - 2 ⇒ (6) + 2 - 2 = 6

"Gah!" Kraygan cries as gets a face full of glitterdust. Unable to see Wren, the room, or the knocked arrow, he stumbles about literally blind drunk. "What kind 'o faerie magic is this!? It's like a hun'red pixies stabbin at me eyes!"

At the sound of Wren's voice, he lumbers forward with hands windmilling. "Wassat 'bout a catapult? Ye donnae need drinks. I got plenty o' ale left in 'ere." He moved to unstrap his favored keg, now painted with an orc face crossed with bones.

"Jus' send off th' pixies, an' we'll toss some back. Jus' like in the battle."

Blind and stumbling, Kraygan threatens the destruction of Wren's things just by proximity.

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M Elf Age: 252 or so

KRAYGAN! Where is your will save!?! We're freakin' lvl 4! /me shudders.

No, I really don't want a mechanical answer to that question...I just...I just...wow. It takes a 'special' build to have a +0 Will at lvl 4. So much...wrong... ;)

Wren lowers his bow at the same time he raises his voice.

"The fairies will stop stabbing your eyes when you leave this room, dwarf! That's the *only* way to make them stop!" Wren looks down at his papers, cringing. His work lies directly under a dwarf and his dangerously tapped keg.

Wren rolls above and around the dwarf, his legs less achy each day since the battle.

1d20 + 10 + 4 ⇒ (20) + 10 + 4 = 34 Acrobatics {tumble}

"Follow my voice, dwarf," Wren says from outside his room. "I'll guide you out."

Wren waits, trying to the walking ruckus away from his dabblings.


Epic Drunk | HP 186/186 | AC 33 T 14 FF 31 | CMD 37 (39 vs Trip/Sunder, 43 vs Trip if standing on the ground) | Fort +24 Ref +12 Will +10 (+4 poison/spells/SLA) | Init +2 | Perc +12
Wren wrote:
KRAYGAN! Where is your will save!?!

Hehe.

Perception - Dwarven drunkeness: 1d20 + 4 - 2 ⇒ (20) + 4 - 2 = 22

Despite his condition (multiple conditions really) Kraygan is able to follow Wren outside without causing any more destruction.

"Ok, ok. I'm comin. This ain't perm'nent, izzit?"

2nd Will save: 1d20 + 2 - 2 ⇒ (8) + 2 - 2 = 8

Still blind, he reaches out with grasping stubby fingers for Wren to steady himself.

Grapple!: 1d20 + 8 - 2 ⇒ (5) + 8 - 2 = 11
Concealment - High=Success: 1d100 ⇒ 21


Male Dwarf Stableboy 14 | HP 146/170 | AC 30 T 14 FF 28 | CMD 29 (34 disarm, +2 w/ Spirit) | Fort +14 Ref +12 Will +11 (+2 poison/spells/SLA) | Init +6 | Perc +17 (+2 stonework)
Spirit:
HP 9/144 | AC 37 T 10 FF 35 | CMD 32 (34 b.rush/o.run, +2 w/ Jorgan) | Fort +15 Ref +10 Will +6 (evasion, +4 enchant) | Init +2 | Perc +6

Jorgan does not take part in the drinking and revelry of his relatives, too tired from the work to take part in such festivities. When the group gathers back together later that week to speak with Chief Defender Halgra, Jorgan gives a small nod at Wren's sour mood.


AC18/T12/F16/CMD19(23 vs BR, Trip)||HP45[45]F:+7;R:+3;W:+6(+2 vs poison, spells, & SLA)||Init:+1|Percept:+5 Dwarf Hopeless Romantic 6

Vanderhoff looks up in surprise, just in time to see Kraygan attempt a flying bear hug. Without moving an inch, Van steals himself for the embrace, but Kraygan merely falls into him, then slowly slides down to the floor. Extending a hand to help Kraygan up, Van shakes his head, and gives an embarrassed smile to those around. "We were lucky, and but for the grace of Angraad, likely would not have triumphed." He says.

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Vanderhoff Fort save: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (20) + 5 = 25

Awakening the following day Vanderhoff has a small nosebleed but it seems as if his bodies natural defenses have successfully fought off the wolves disease.

Entering the Chief Defender's lodge you see Halgra of the Blackened Blades sitting in a chair at the far end of a long table. He short black hair still a bit disheveled from the past few days. She waves a hand for all of you to have a seat.

Clearing her throat We have been questioning a few of the orcs captured during their daring raid and from your information gleaned from the saboteur half-orc Skreed.

She stands, leaning over the table letting a sigh out. I am afraid that our troubles are far from over. Thanks to you all though the hill giant chieftain Grendelshek was unable to recover the items that she sought from Uskroth's Tomb. But I fear with their current failure that we will be under attack again as she will grow quite desperate.

With that I must ask something very big from you. I want a small team to travel to Grendelshek's lair- an abandoned outpost near near the River Esk called Redlake Fort. I need you to deal with Grendelshek and her orc tribe before they can attack Trunau again.

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M Elf Age: 252 or so
Kraygan Steelkeg wrote:
"Ok, ok. I'm comin. This ain't perm'nent, izzit?"

Is he deaf and blind *and* drunk?

"Just give it time, it will go away."

When the dwarf is safely lead out of his room, Wren takes a moment to *facepalm*.

"What did you want, dwarf? I have no need of drink at this time. I only wanted to work...in peace. Or at least until the next attack."

Wren readies to move away should the dwarf begin begin to bumble to close to him.


Epic Drunk | HP 186/186 | AC 33 T 14 FF 31 | CMD 37 (39 vs Trip/Sunder, 43 vs Trip if standing on the ground) | Fort +24 Ref +12 Will +10 (+4 poison/spells/SLA) | Init +2 | Perc +12

Mind if Kraygan, Vanderhoff, and Wren (and anyone else) wrap up some Roleplaying before diving into part 2?

***Earlier, with Kraygan and Vanderhoff...***

"Thank Angradd, thank Torag, thank Phra'sma! Hah! And thank Cayden Cailean too!!" Laughing, he grabs a mug and presses it into Vanderhoff's hands. "Tell 'em how ye crushed th' giant shkele.. skelt.. ske'le'ton.. and rallied us against Skreed and those dire wolves!"

Raising his own mug, he bellows out his battle cry for the Ramblehouse.

"Baruk Trunau! Axes of Trunau!!"

***Later, with Wren...***

3rd Will Save: 1d20 + 2 - 2 ⇒ (4) + 2 - 2 = 4

Still rubbing at his eyes, Kraygan grumbles. "Damned pixie magic.."

Plopping down on the ground just outside Wren's door, he gives a sigh. "That was me firsht battle. I mean, I been in fights 'fore, but nothin like that. 'Twas glorious. Jus' wanted to cel'brate with shommon who was there. Torgan 'n Jorgan 'r all busy with th' brew'ry. Hoff's too.. holy."

Reaching to his belt, he fumbles out a small throwing axe. "I got this fer ye. I knew yer an elf, but we been blooded together, and if we gotta fight again, I thought the Axes of Trunau should all have one."

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yup that is fine. :) I will wait until you guys push it forward. I am just posting the intro.

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M Elf Age: 252 or so

Wren relaxes a little now that the rampaging dwarf has settled. He still worries what the neighbors might think, but speaks to keep the dwarf calm.

His first battle? He fought well...for his first battle.
Mine too. But no need to tell him that.

"Just sit for a moment, dwarf. The wind will blow the pixies out of your eyes," Wren soothes. Round 4/4 coming up.

Wren edges closer, still worried for an outburst. He takes the offered axe in his delicate elven hands. It's small? Or small sized? Hmm...

Wren's countenance softens a bit as he looks over the small throwing axe. He bits his lip examining the gift.

"Well, the 'Axes of Trunau' sounds much better than 'Wren's Brigade', that's for sure," Wren says, taking a few practice swings with the axe. I guess I could use it to cut the cheese.

Wren leans against a wall, thinking upon Kraygan's words.

"There is an elven saying, 'Courage ikke altid brøl. Sommetider mod er den stille stemme, der siger i slutningen af dagen: 'Jeg vil prøve igen i morgen'," Wren quotes. "Loosely translated, it means: Courage does not always roar. Sometimes courage is the quiet voice that says at the end of the day: 'I will try again tomorrow.'"

Wren reflects on that..and on his own experiences over the last few days.

"I wasn't sure I was going to rise tomorrow. Nor be able to try again. It was a battle...a battle that we barely survived. But I survived because you and your kin, Dwarf." Wren hurls the throwing axe at a tree...a wobbly throw.

1d20 + 4 + 1 - 4 ⇒ (9) + 4 + 1 - 4 = 10 to hit vs. DC 5.
1d6 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2 damage.

Wren walks to retrieve the axe.

"I survived because of you. And I accept your gift...our blood has mingled on the field of battle and that means something. We live this day because we..." ...got lucky? "...we stood together. And I won't ever forget that."

Wren puts the axe in his belt after cleaning off the sap.

"Now dwarf, do you need me to see you back to your cave? Or lair? Or keg that you sleep in?" Wren asks, extending a hand. "The pixies should be out of your eyes now, let's get you home."


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I am the 'One True Owner of Aggrimosh', Kraygan!
Stats:
HP: 121/121 | AC 25 | T 16 | FF 22 | Fort +12 | Ref +14 | Will +7 (+3 spells/SLAs/poison) | CMD 36 (+2) | Initiative +5 (+2 Urban/+4 Mtn.) | Per. +17 (+2 & Auto-check Stone/+2 Urban/+4 Mtn.) | Kn. (Dun.) +5 | Kn. (Nat.) +15
Resources:
Spells: Ranger: 1st- 3/3; 2nd - 3/3; 3rd - 1/1 | CLW: 100 charges

Torgan will spend the next few days repairing any of the damage to the brewery as well as trying to produce something for the town to drink over the course of the next few months.

Profession(Brewer): 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (19) + 8 = 27

He takes a sip and offers some to Jorgan as he transfers it to the first fermenter. "Made a ginger-infused ale t' keep over winter. Hope th' body will develop... Seems a bit light." Torgan muses to his brother.

---

Torgan will return to Brinya and show her the hopeknife and its newfound power. "Thanks lass. Th' knife did good. Save our bacon a few times. Yer husband'd be proud." He holds out the knife to return it to her.

---

On the day in question, Torgan will outfit himself in his gear and head to meet Halgra.

Torgan grumbles. "Giants an' orcs, huh? Ye pick th' four dwarves an' th' elf fer this mission? Makes sense, but can ye at least help us with some weapons or armor? I'm th' only one with magical weapons and th' shaggy one in th' back has our only magic armor." Torgan explains to Halgra.

"The elf could use an enchanted bow an' me cousin Vann could use armor or weapon." Torgan tells the woman. "Anything ye might have will be helpful. Also, I could use a proper breastplate if we're heading into battle."


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Epic Drunk | HP 186/186 | AC 33 T 14 FF 31 | CMD 37 (39 vs Trip/Sunder, 43 vs Trip if standing on the ground) | Fort +24 Ref +12 Will +10 (+4 poison/spells/SLA) | Init +2 | Perc +12

Will: 1d20 ⇒ 16

Wren wrote:

"Well, the 'Axes of Trunau' sounds much better than 'Wren's Brigade'..."

"I dunno.." Kraygan says, giving big exaggerated blinks as his sight finally returns. "I liked it. Seemed approp'rit. I mean, when th' battle started it were you tha' Kurst came lookin for, and he put th' Steelkeg's under yer command. But if yer donnae wan' the glory, I 'spose that's ok."

Wren wrote:

""There is an elven saying..."

Kraygan looks thoughtful a moment after listening to Wren's elven saying.

"I think I heard a Dwarven sayin' thas' sim'lar... 'A courageous general leads the charge. A good one directs it from afar.'" Still thoughtful, he adds, "Though I also heard it said 'A glorious general leads his army. A livin' one leads from behind.' ... not sure which o' those was said first."

With a huff that blows his mustache out, Kraygan looks at Wren with bloodshot eyes. "Like it or nae' I think yer the Capt'n of the Axes. Torag knows it ain't me - back in Janderhoff, they always said I weren't officer material. Cannae even get me cousins to follow commands..."

Wren wrote:

"let's get you home..."

"I think I can make it." Kraygan groans as he clambors to his feet. "Jus' point me in th' righ' direction and..."

*Kraygan's eyes roll up and he crashes face first to the floor*

"I think I'll jus' sleep 'ere."

Though it seems he's passed out, he manages to get a few last words out. "Sorry for th' axe... had it made 'fore I heard ye dinnae like..." His words drift off into a snore.

Looking at his gift, Wren notices two words carved into the haft: Wren's Brigade.


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Kraygan wrote:
"Thank Angradd, thank Torag, thank Phra'sma! Hah! And thank Cayden Cailean too!!" Laughing, he grabs a mug and presses it into Vanderhoff's hands. "Tell 'em how ye crushed th' giant shkele.. skelt.. ske'le'ton.. and rallied us against Skreed and those dire wolves!"

Van shakes his head humbly. "Aye, thank all the gods." He says, accepting the mug. Staring into it for a moment, he looks up with a gleam in his eye. "Though I may have delivered the final blow, if it weren't for me kin and the elf, Wren, I..we would..should have perished. If it weren't for their support, even with Angraad's blessing, I'm not sure I would have been able to deliver that blow." Raising his mug, he repeats the toast. "Baruk Trunau! Axes of Trunau!"

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M Elf Age: 252 or so
Kraygan Steelkeg wrote:

*Kraygan's eyes roll up and he crashes face first to the floor*

"I think I'll jus' sleep 'ere."

Looking at his gift, Wren notices two words carved into the haft: Wren's Brigade.

Wren slowly *facepalms* with his free hand as the dwarf passes out on his doorstep. Looking around for help, he debates dragging the dwarf home or dragging him inside, and, well, just leaving him there.

Wren, touched by the dwarf's gift goes inside and returns with a scroll. He reads it and touches the dwarf, protecting him for the night to come. Endure Elements.

He also brings out a blanket and covers Kraygan as best he can.

"I accept your gift, dwarf," Wren says as he strides back into his room and locks and re-locks his door.

He smiles briefly at the axe laying on his desk as he cleans up the mess. He is touched.

Wren returns to his work, studying and reading as is pleasing to him in his spare time. It was better than drinking and better than carousing...and he needed something to keep him sane and occupy his mind in the land of non-elves.

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M Elf Age: 252 or so
GM Tyranius wrote:
A week into the rebuild each of you receives a hand-carried message to your doorstep. Upon opening it the message reads that Trunau's de facto leader, Chief Defender Halgra of the Blackened Blades is requesting that you join her in the meeting room of the Ivory Hall, Trunau's governmental seat.

Wren reads the message and kneels by this kneeling desk, the note outstretched in his fine, elven hands. He knows he will go, but he also knows he wants to part in whatever Halgra wants. He arrives, his pained limp mostly gone, to hear what the Chief wants.

GM Tyranius wrote:
She stands, leaning over the table letting a sigh out. I am afraid that our troubles are far from over. Thanks to you all though the hill giant chieftain Grendelshek was unable to recover the items that she sought from Uskroth's Tomb. But I fear with their current failure that we will be under attack again as she will grow quite desperate.

"Why don't we just destroy what they want? The stone and hammer have little value to us. We could send them the pieces, then they would leave us be, right? Or if you worry about angering them, why don't we just give them what they seek? I care little for the rock. The hammer has power, but it not worth dying for," Wren asks. "Has anyone done any research on the stone and hammer? Why are they so valuable?"


Epic Drunk | HP 186/186 | AC 33 T 14 FF 31 | CMD 37 (39 vs Trip/Sunder, 43 vs Trip if standing on the ground) | Fort +24 Ref +12 Will +10 (+4 poison/spells/SLA) | Init +2 | Perc +12

"Wait, Grendelshek's a girl...?"

Kraygan looks around to see if anyone else knew this before blowing out his mustache. "Bah! Girl 'r boy, if I know anythin' I know giants, and they're all the same. Big idiots that live to crush 'n eat things. We destroy the stone, Grendelshek'll send another army fer revenge. We give her the hammer, she'll prob'ly use it as a symbol to raise a bigger army. Which she'll prob'ly send fer revenge. The Chief Defender's right. We gotta deal wit 'em."

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I will not give those bastards what they came for Wren! Halgra says as she slams her fist on the table.

I am sorry, but Kraygan is right. The went to such extremes for this rock and hammer. How far is this hill giant b#*$! willing to go once she has them in her possession or if we send it to her in pieces. We were nearly decimated with her initial attack. Trunau will not be able to stand something of a higher magnitude.

She begins to calm down.

Too many died because I was not aware of what was happening in my own town. I am not sure why the hammer is of such value.

The Rock however seemsto be an incomplete map through the Mindspan Mountains. If we can also get the other half from Grendelsek then we may yet find our answers we seek to what this is all about.

I know that this is a lot t swallow. If it helps I have gathered a bit of Trunau's funds to be able to pay you 1500 gp. I wish I could send some of the militia but I need them here to help rebuild the rest of the town's defenses in case your group is too late.

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GM Tyranius wrote:
I will not give those bastards what they came for Wren! Halgra says as she slams her fist on the table.
Halgra wrote:
With that I must ask something very big from you. I want a small team to travel to Grendelshek's lair- an abandoned outpost near near the River Esk called Redlake Fort. I need you to deal with Grendelshek and her orc tribe before they can attack Trunau again.

Wren looks around as if finally realizing *he* is being asked to go. Wren looks from Halgra to the dwarves and then back to Halgra. This is not different than the first time he was 'asked' to enjoin with the dwarves on a task. Not different at all...

"Halgra?" Wren asks, finding his fine elven backbone, "Are you sure you want me to go? Don't you have someone..."younger? with good knees? who can tolerate beard hair in their food? "...someone...more suited to the task?"

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Wren wrote:
"Halgra?" Wren asks, finding his fine elven backbone, "Are you sure you want me to go? Don't you have someone..."younger? with good knees? who can tolerate beard hair in their food? "...someone...more suited to the task?"

I wish I had more choices Wren. I do but we lost a lot of good men last week and quite a few of the rest were wounded. Your lot is my only clear choice. Not only that but you proved yourselves during the siege on multiple occasions.

Torgan wrote:

Torgan grumbles. "Giants an' orcs, huh? Ye pick th' four dwarves an' th' elf fer this mission? Makes sense, but can ye at least help us with some weapons or armor? I'm th' only one with magical weapons and th' shaggy one in th' back has our only magic armor." Torgan explains to Halgra.

"The elf could use an enchanted bow an' me cousin Vann could use armor or weapon." Torgan tells the woman. "Anything ye might have will be helpful. Also, I could use a proper breastplate if we're heading into battle."

I am glad that you asked Torgan. Halgra waves her hand at the door. Afer a few moments a venerable elf walks into the room and sits beside Halgra. His hands begin to move in a flurry of motion as if he is weaving an arcane spell but it seems that he is in fact communicating with Halgra.

Halgra motions towards the elf. This is Silvermane. As you well know he has watched over the Hopespring for as long as we can all remember.

The elf's fingers continue to move in rapid succession. Yes, Yes Says Halgra. Silverman believes that he may have some weapons of great power that may be of use to you in the fight against the Twisted Heart Tribe. You see Silverman here was once a member of the druidic Council of Thorns. He tells me that within the Ghostlight Marsh, a swamp to the northeast surrounded by the confluence of the Kestrel and Esk Rivers there is an entrance to a demiplane called the Vault of Thorns.

Halgra nods her head after a few more moments of silent communication between the two. To find the entrance you should look for a marker in the form of a circle of thorns carved into a stone near the banks of the River Esk.The marker will put you on the correct path through the swamp to find the vault, though the demiplane will still remain hidden.

Silvermane carefully produces an ancient leaf embossed brass lantern. This is called a Ghostlight Lantern. It is said that if you place the husk of a dead will o' wisp inside the lantern that the lamp will produce a beacon that points to the circle of standing stones that will mark the Vault's entrance. Once you reach the druidic circle all you need to do is wash the supernatural light over the central standing stone to open the portal to the Vault of Thorns.

Ghostlight Lantern:
This brass bullseye lantern is embossed with dancing orbs
flitting amid a leaf-and-holly motif. A ghostlight lantern
functions as a normal bullseye lantern, but if the
remains of a dead will-o’-wisp are placed inside it,
the lantern gains additional abilities. The dead
will-o’-wisp powers the lantern for a period of
1 week, during which time the lantern sheds
a bluish-white light without the need for oil
as fuel. Creatures within the 60-foot cone
of the lantern’s normal light are outlined
with a pale, bluish glow, as faerie fire. Orcs
within the cone are dazzled, as if in bright
sunlight, for as long as they remain within
the light. Additionally, three times per day as a
standard action, the wielder of a ghostlight lantern
can draw upon the power of the deceased will-o’-
wisp fueling it to cast shocking grasp. Lastly, while
within the bounds of Ghostlight Marsh in the Hold of
Belkzen, a ghostlight lantern unerringly emits a beacon
that illuminates a direct path to the circle of standing stones
that form the entrance to the Vault of Thorns. After 1 week,
the power of the deceased aberration is exhausted, and the
ghostlight lantern loses its additional abilities, once again
functioning only as a normal bullseye lantern until another
dead will-o’-wisp is placed inside.

Tiered Knowledge Checks

DC 10 Knowledge Geography, History or Nature:
Ghostlight Marsh is a vast tract of swampland
along the shores of the River Esk. The current
border between the Hold of Belkzen and Lastwall
runs through the swamp. Both orcs and humans
avoid the marsh due to countless tales of strange,
floating lights.

DC 15 Knowledge Geography, History or Nature:
Lastwall’s northern border with Belkzen has been
pushed back multiple times over the centuries.
When the second of these borders, Harchist’s
Blockade, was overrun by the orcs, some stood
resolute, seeing themselves as protectors of the
land. The Council of Thorns, a militant druid circle
who despised the orcs’ defilement of the land
the creatures conquered, attempted to stand their
ground. While the druids’ fight was valiant, the
Council of Thorns was eventually driven back to the
swamp and defeated by the orcs.

DC 20 Knowledge Geography, History or Nature:
Faced with sure defeat at the hands of the
conquering orcs, the druids of the Council of Thorns
made a final stand in the swamp, sacrificing
themselves in a bloody ritual. As the druids’ dying
bodies slumped into the muck, vengeful willo’-
wisps rose from the marsh and drove the orc
army out of the swamp. These cruel and capricious
aberrations have guarded Ghostlight Marsh from
intrusion ever since.

DC 25 Knowledge Geography, History or Nature:
The will-o’-wisps of Ghostlight Marsh are actually
the reincarnated druids of the Council of Thorns,
who still remember their former lives.

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M Elf Age: 252 or so
GM Tyranius wrote:
"I wish I had more choices Wren. I do but we lost a lot of good men last week and quite a few of the rest were wounded. Your lot is my only clear choice. Not only that but you proved yourselves during the siege on multiple occasions."

"But Halgra...they are..."...dwarves. Wren's voice trails off as he sees the Silvermane enter.

Wren stands a bit straighter, his protests muffled, as the elder-elder elf enters. Wren had clearly seen the elf before, but had not spoken to the mute (for obvious reasons) and did not seek to connect with the elf lest it raise questions about Wren's past (for less obvious reasons).

Wren ponders on what he has been told and thinks.

1d20 + 7 ⇒ (20) + 7 = 27 Know (History) Mise!

AH! That is why they need me. They know somehow that I had been researching these very facts.

Wren grimaces, then sneers, then nods his head and then sneers again.

"One of the things my research has never taught me is what weapons lie within the Vault of Shadows? I haven't agreed to go yet...but you have piqued my interest. Tell me more of what lies within."

Those druids died like I wish to. Gloriously. And by killing many orcs.


Epic Drunk | HP 186/186 | AC 33 T 14 FF 31 | CMD 37 (39 vs Trip/Sunder, 43 vs Trip if standing on the ground) | Fort +24 Ref +12 Will +10 (+4 poison/spells/SLA) | Init +2 | Perc +12
Halgra wrote:
"If it helps I have gathered a bit of Trunau's funds to be able to pay you 1500 gp."

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (13) + 2 = 15

Kraygan makes a noise when Halgra offers money, but somehow manages to hold back from rudely asking if the gold is paid up front or to next of kin.

Knowledge History (untrained): 1d20 ⇒ 13

"I heard of Ghostlight Marsh." Kraygan volunteers, his mustache looking proud of his useful knowledge. "Somewhere along the River Esk it is. Orc and human both avoid the place on account of tales of floating lights. I'm guessin those are Will'a'whips? So what, we go find one, kill it, stuff it in that lantern and..."

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (8) + 2 = 10

"...loot some good old druidic magic weapons o' power?"

Not the most sensitive dwarf (when sober), Kraygan even goes so far as to give the (older) old elf a playful nudge with his elbow.


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Spirit:
HP 9/144 | AC 37 T 10 FF 35 | CMD 32 (34 b.rush/o.run, +2 w/ Jorgan) | Fort +15 Ref +10 Will +6 (evasion, +4 enchant) | Init +2 | Perc +6

Knowledge (nature): 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (4) + 8 = 12

Jorgan stays quiet and bristles his mustache in thought as he listens to the tale. "Druidic weapons! What about this Grendelsek? Mucking about in a druidic demiplane's not going to put us away for too long, will it? I just don't want to come out of there and find Trunau in ruins. We'd better get moving so as not to waste any more time."

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Jorgan wrote:
Jorgan stays quiet and bristles his mustache in thought as he listens to the tale. "Druidic weapons! What about this Grendelsek? Mucking about in a druidic demiplane's not going to put us away for too long, will it? I just don't want to come out of there and find Trunau in ruins. We'd better get moving so as not to waste any more time."

I would not spend too long on the druidic demiplane as we don't know what Grendelshek's plans are now that this raid failed. Luckily the entrance is on the path to Redlake Fort. I am afraid you will need all the help that the Council of Thorns can offer though if you are going to put an end to Grendelshek and her tribe and the only bit I am able to offer are these ancient weapons.

I have secured passage for a small team aboard a keelboat that regularly plies the rivers of Southern Blekzen. The riverboat's Captain, a half-orc named Raag Bloodtusk, has agreed to transport the group to Ghostlight Marsh and then up the river to a location near Redlake Fort in exchange for helping to sail the boat and defend it from any dangerous river denizens.


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Vanderhoff listens as he face becomeore and more animated. "I think this is may be a call to war, of sorts. I would be remiss, if I didn't pray to Angradd. Some 9ffensive tactics are called for, I think. I also think it's time bring Vanderhoof out if the stable." He says, rubbing his hands together.

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Wren wrote:
"One of the things my research has never taught me is what weapons lie within the Vault of Shadows? I haven't agreed to go yet...but you have piqued my interest. Tell me more of what lies within."

Halgra signs a few quick motions to Silvermane as Silvermane returns a few with a slight shrug from his shoulders.

Silvermane has no specific details about the cache of items but he does say that in the past the Council of Thorns captured numerous items from their battles with the orcs, who were no stranger to doing battle with the Giantkind.

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M Elf Age: 252 or so
GM Tyranius wrote:
Silvermane has no specific details about the cache of items but he does say that in the past the Council of Thorns captured numerous items from their battles with the orcs, who were no stranger to doing battle with the Giantkind.

Wren sniffs, not satisfied yet with either the call nor the mission.

"What is the magics are things we cannot even use? Halgra, I don't know if you or the dwarves know this, but those who built the lantern and the Council of Thorns used magic tied to the land and nature. In case you haven't noticed..." Wren sweeps his hands across the expanse of dwarvenkind in the room, "None of us can use nature magic to its full, nor do I desire to walk into a land of shadows without knowing it's going to be worth it."

Wren gives a look to Silvermane, then back to the dwarves.

Why is he holding back?

"There are rumors that Silvermane there once one among their number, a rare surviving member of the Council. Why can he not indicate what is there? How does he know it is still there? And what lies within the Vault? Is there danger within?"

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Not all magic contained within are nature magic tied to the land. The weapons he speaks of are trophies of war that the Council of Thorns wished to keep out of the orc's hands during the war.

Though he is unable to give specifics he does say that you will not be disappointed. He says he is unable to indicate what is there because it has been hundreds of years since he set foot on the demiplane. The only specifics he is able to recall are that there are weapons and armor that will help in your plight against both giant and orc alike.

After a few more brief moments of sign-language Halgra looks over. He canot guarantee it is still there but he believes that the entrance to the demiplane was very well hidden. You were unable to just stumble upon it.

The Vault of Thorns was used as a meeting place for the Council of Thorns as well as an extraplanar greenhouse where they conducted experiments on strange plant life. Silverman recalls no dangers in the demiplane.

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Wren nods at Halgra (and Silvermane's) explanation. He looks at the dwarves, still clearly considering his involvement in the suicide mission completely logical attack plan.

"If there are such great weapons in the Vault, why don't we bring them back here? If we fall attacking the Fort, those weapons will just fall into the hands of the orcs. At least if we have them amongst our defenders, another Trunauan could pick them up and use them in defense," Wren asks.

* * *After that is answered...* * *

Wren snorts, still interested in seeing the Vault for himself. He's not un-intrigued by the thought of taking the fight to the giants and even dying toward gloriously in helping the dwarves succeed.

He looks back again at the dwarves, looking each in the eye, weighing them and what they had done in attack on Trunau against his own prejudices.

"I'll need supplies. Food. A new bow. A way to carry a lot of arrows. I'll need time to prepare. And I'll need some time with that stone for study. I'd like to know as much as I can about it before we go," Wren says to Halgra, ticking off items on his fingers.

"We're going to need that payment up front so can equip properly."


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Male Dwarf Stableboy 14 | HP 146/170 | AC 30 T 14 FF 28 | CMD 29 (34 disarm, +2 w/ Spirit) | Fort +14 Ref +12 Will +11 (+2 poison/spells/SLA) | Init +6 | Perc +17 (+2 stonework)
Spirit:
HP 9/144 | AC 37 T 10 FF 35 | CMD 32 (34 b.rush/o.run, +2 w/ Jorgan) | Fort +15 Ref +10 Will +6 (evasion, +4 enchant) | Init +2 | Perc +6

"I know a little natural magic," Jorgan mumbles at Wren. He then stays silent and pulls a whetstone over his axe.

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It is simple Wren. We need to know why Grendelshek would risk so much for the stone and hammer. We will not know that sitting here waiting for a larger force to strike. We need to cut off the head of the dragon to stop the source.

Wren wrote:
"We're going to need that payment up front so can equip properly."

I understand

Halgra walks out of the room to call out to the guard. After a few moments the guard returns with a small sack.

Here is the payment up front. Help Trunau. You men are our only hope.

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Is it each yahoo gets 1500gp or is that total?

Wren takes a few steps back, preparing to leave but then returns as he remembers that not all his questions were answered.

"When do we leave? I'd like at least two days. Also...where is the stone? I would take some time with it," Wren asks.

With those answers, Wren will nod at the dwarves.

"Looks like we'll be doing this together," Wren says, looking at all the dwarves again. He glances at Jorgan's sliding whetstone as he speaks. "Is there anything you need of me as I prepare?"

"We'll probably need more healing magic," Wren hefts the coins that were given. "I'll contribute what I can towards that. What else will we need?"

Shopping list to come in OOC. Depending on the above answer, might need to borrow a few coppers for the bow. Wren is currently at about 4200gp WBL, that includes the alchemicals he's picked up and used, and this current supplies.

* * *

When Wren has the stone, he will do whatever slow and methodical research he can on it. He will use whatever books he has available and that survived to learn what he can.

Not seeing any restriction against taking 20 on Knowledge checks so...History 27, Local 29, Nature 27, Planes 27, Religion 27.

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1500 total.

Two days is about all we can afford. Please gather what you will need for the journey and depart in two days time. I will inform the Captain of your arrival.

Halgra gathers the stone and hands it back to Wren. Have a look over it. Hopefully you will be able to gleam some more information from it once you gather the other piece from Grendelshek as her note states she has.

Your passage lies 18 miles north of Trunau where Raag Bloodtusk will take you northeast along the Kestrel River to where it forks with the River Esk. At the fork the Captain will take you northwest up the River Esk partway to the Ghostlight Marsh. Once you have completed your journey into the Marsh the Captain will continue taking you up the river towards Redlake Ford.

---------------------------------------------------------------

Looking over the stone Wren discerns a little bit of information.

He reveals that the geode is a spectacular pleochroic variety of tourmaline, the nearest known deposits of which lie in the Mindspan mountains to the south and west.

The geodes structure is no fluke of nature. The crystalline valleys and mounds reflect the exact topography of the Mindspan mountains and a carved groove alongside the mountains indicate a trail of some sorts through the mountain range. Though it seems to be incomplete.


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After his earlier outburst Kraygan is unusually quiet. Though he doesn't disagree with the plan, those familiar with the nuances of his beard can see that he's not very happy. Even a pile of gold paid up front doesn't change his attitude.

His beard bristles at Torgan's admission about nature magic and he grumbles softly to himself. "Nothin natural 'bout that..."

He nods at Wren's suggestion for healing, but leaves that to his cousins to work out. As far as supplies, he shrugs. "Got some potions already, and a new axe on order. Another bow's pro'bly a good idea.. Maybe just one good strong one for us." He gestures to his cousins.

If we bought one mwk composite longbow built for +2 strength, then any of the dwarves could use it if needed (though Torgan looks to be the best shots). Cost 600gp

****

In the time after the meeting, as the group makes preparations for the journey into enemy territory, Kraygan is occasionally overheard muttering to himself his feelings about the mission.

"Damned boats... Can't trust the things.."

"Damned druids... Can't trust a bugger that spends time talkin to hamsters and elderberries.."

"Damned orc weapons... Can't trust they'd be worth a damn..."

Kraygan's eyes go wide and he looks around sheepishly after he catches himself grumbling the last words in the front room of Morninghawk's blacksmith shop while waiting for a new axe he ordered earlier in the week.

"Er.. Talkin 'bout full-orc weapons." He corrects himself. "Not half-orc ones. I mean, Mornin'Hawk's ain't half-bad. Er... Oh, hi Sara! That it? Looks fine as any Dwarven axe it does. I... gotta go."

@GM: is the boat big enough for our yaks?

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M Elf Age: 252 or so

@Day before Leaving

Wren enters the Ramblehouse, tossing the geode on the table.

"It's a piddlespotting map. A MAP!" Wren grumps, taking a chair. "Only half of a map, but that's half of what that Grendelb%#*% wanted. She probably wants the other half, but I have no idea where that might be nor what it might lead to. But the rest of the geode is clearly the Mindspan mountains."

Wren looks at the dwarves as they prepare for their mission, then down at his ink stained hands. A smudge of ink is also on his face and cuffs.

"Rope. Do we have piddlespotting rope?" Wren asks with irritation, irritated by life, probably. "And Jorgan, how much food are you packing? I got enough for a few days."

Wren cranes his head at Vanderhoff, then at back to Jorgan. "Are we bringing the yaks? I'll prepare my own mount if we needed. I just need to know ahead of time."

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There is enough room for all of the mounts.


I am the 'One True Owner of Aggrimosh', Kraygan!
Stats:
HP: 121/121 | AC 25 | T 16 | FF 22 | Fort +12 | Ref +14 | Will +7 (+3 spells/SLAs/poison) | CMD 36 (+2) | Initiative +5 (+2 Urban/+4 Mtn.) | Per. +17 (+2 & Auto-check Stone/+2 Urban/+4 Mtn.) | Kn. (Dun.) +5 | Kn. (Nat.) +15
Resources:
Spells: Ranger: 1st- 3/3; 2nd - 3/3; 3rd - 1/1 | CLW: 100 charges

Torgan keeps this information in mind as he prepares for the journey. He takes the payment and divvies it out to his compatriots. "Spend these 300 gold wisely." he cautions.

"I will secure food an' drinks fer th' trip. Jorgan, if ye can procure two wands o' Cure Light Wounds, three scrolls o' Lesser Restoration an' a Handy Haversack fer th' elf, then I would appreciate it." Torgan asks of his brother.

He looks to Wren. "Mount would be wise as we're bringing o'r yaks. We have an extra if ye need one." Torgan states with a chuckle, knowing the elf's answer.

He turns to his cousins. "Get some good weapons an' armor an' ye should be fine. Th' goal is t' get back in one piece."

Torgan will head out to the local butchers and farmers to get about 250 lbs. of smoked meats and dried vegetables as well as a pack saddle and 500 lbs. of hay for the animals.

126 dwarven trail rations and 50 days of animal feed. 11 days of food for five people and 10 days of animal feed for five mounts. Total cost: 333.3 GP for trail rations; 2.5 GP for animal feed.

Torgan will then head to the blacksmith or armory to procure a breastplate for himself and a chain shirt barding for his yak.

Total spent: 736 GP

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M Elf Age: 252 or so
Torgan Steelkeg wrote:
"Spend these 300 gold wisely." he cautions.

Wren nods, taking the pouch from Torgan with a nod. His eyes remain on the MapStone.

None of them care a wit about the map. This stone is the key to this all...yet they care more about yaks. Strange.

Torgan Steelkeg wrote:
He looks to Wren. "Mount would be wise as we're bringing o'r yaks. We have an extra if ye need one." Torgan states with a chuckle, knowing the elf's answer.

Wren smiles grimly. "I'll bring my own mount, thank you. I'm not looking forward to my legs and knees screaming at me during this mission," Wren carps. He's not looking forward to this at all.

Torgan Steelkeg wrote:
"I will secure food an' drinks fer th' trip. Jorgan, if ye can procure two wands o' Cure Light Wounds, three scrolls o' Lesser Restoration an' a Handy Haversack fer th' elf, then I would appreciate it."

"Did you need me to come with you, Jorgan? Can you get the right magics on your own?" Wren asks more to check the dwarf's sobriety than a true offer of aid. He just wants to be sure the dwarf can see straight enough to buy the right equipment and not three wands of Detect Yaks.


I am the 'One True Owner of Aggrimosh', Kraygan!
Stats:
HP: 121/121 | AC 25 | T 16 | FF 22 | Fort +12 | Ref +14 | Will +7 (+3 spells/SLAs/poison) | CMD 36 (+2) | Initiative +5 (+2 Urban/+4 Mtn.) | Per. +17 (+2 & Auto-check Stone/+2 Urban/+4 Mtn.) | Kn. (Dun.) +5 | Kn. (Nat.) +15
Resources:
Spells: Ranger: 1st- 3/3; 2nd - 3/3; 3rd - 1/1 | CLW: 100 charges

I would learn that spell on any caster I have: Detect Yaks.


Male Dwarf Stableboy 14 | HP 146/170 | AC 30 T 14 FF 28 | CMD 29 (34 disarm, +2 w/ Spirit) | Fort +14 Ref +12 Will +11 (+2 poison/spells/SLA) | Init +6 | Perc +17 (+2 stonework)
Spirit:
HP 9/144 | AC 37 T 10 FF 35 | CMD 32 (34 b.rush/o.run, +2 w/ Jorgan) | Fort +15 Ref +10 Will +6 (evasion, +4 enchant) | Init +2 | Perc +6
Wren. wrote:
"Did you need me to come with you, Jorgan? Can you get the right magics on your own?" Wren asks more to check the dwarf's sobriety than a true offer of aid. He just wants to be sure the dwarf can see straight enough to buy the right equipment and not three wands of Detect Yaks.

"Aye," Jorgan gives the cold stare. "I'm the one who's not drunk all the daylight hours, elf, in case you can't tell us apart. But you can come along if you must." A wand of detect yak might be useful though....


Epic Drunk | HP 186/186 | AC 33 T 14 FF 31 | CMD 37 (39 vs Trip/Sunder, 43 vs Trip if standing on the ground) | Fort +24 Ref +12 Will +10 (+4 poison/spells/SLA) | Init +2 | Perc +12
Wren wrote:
"It's a piddlespotting map. A MAP!"

Kraygan bolts upright from the bar and throws a salute in Wren's general direction. Swaying with the effects of heavy drinking he peers at what the elf holds.

"A map yesay Cap'n? Lemme see." Once Wren produces the stone he looks closer, his eyes crossing at the effort. "Uhhhhh... They both look th' same t' me."

He nods at Torgan's report on their preparations. "Yup. Confirmed Haggis, Vanderhoof, Malt 'n Hops'll fit on the death-barge."

Jorgan wrote:
"I'm the one who's not drunk all the daylight hours, elf, in case you can't tell us apart."

"Heh heh." Kraygan lifts his mug in a toast to Torgan and Vanderhoff.

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Loot List looks good :)

It looks like you are close to being done shopping so I will push forward tonight or in the morning depending on how the RP is shaping up.

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