Granta's Long Campaign (Inactive)

Game Master Granta

Maps

Round 7
Effects inspire courage +1 (3)
Terrain grease (black, 4)

• Zevryn -
  
• Kembe - 10 damage
  
• Norril - 5 damage
  
• Sejiri - 5 damage, smite red
  
• Forvenniel - 4 damage
  
• Purple - 7 damage
  
• Blue - 11 damage, dying, dazzled
  
• Red - 12 damage, dying, dazzled
  
• Yellow -

Zevryn almost hits his own foot instead of the enemy, but Kembe finishes off the first swordsman, and Norril almost kills the wizard with a single shot to the chest. But most importantly, Sejiri's sling bullet cracks open the healer's head and drops him to the floor, unconscious. Forvenniel heals herself, but it turns out to e unnecessary. Seeing half their party drop, including the healer, the other two assailants suddenly seem more interested in saving their own lives.

Everybody is up.

Kembe advances after the fleeing assailants, keeping up the show even though deep inside he's thrilled they are fleeing "Leaving your allies is cowardice! They will hunt you do for their revenge." He keeps himself in a defensive stance in case they try any parting shots.

Full Defense, 23 AC

"HAHAAAA! Nobody crosses the Pathfinders!" Norril shouts after their fleeing assailants. He trains his sights on one of the escapees, trigger finger firmly on the trigger. They would have killed us, accepting no surrender... With a deep sigh, he lowers his crossbow and carefully heads over to one of the injured enemies.
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Sejiri retires his staff to his back in favor of a coil of rope and his wand. "They should feel lucky we aren't them. Though I think we should keep these two on this side of the Boneyard, some questioning would be appropriate before relinquishing them to the proper authorities."

Seems like they're running. Can't do much else this round so long as we're in initiative order, though I'm not sure if that'll last long.

"But who are they, and why in the moons clear light were they laying in wait for us?" wonders Forvenniel, just glad to see the end of the battle.

She carefully kicks away the weapons of the fallen, before making sure they are not actually dead.

"Let the others go. I can heal our wounds easily now."

"Yeah! Take that! And don't come back!" Zev says, shaking one fist in the air as the other holds his mostly useless crossbow. He eye's the assassins running and follows the rest of his party in letting them leave.

"Nice to know you lot aren't bloodthirsty." He mumbles.
Am delaying until we are attacked again or the assassins escape.

The two remaining attackers quickly flee, leaving the injured Pathfinders two even more injured prisoners.

Out of initiative. Heal up, then let me know what you do about the prisoners.

Forvenniel takes everone away from the prisoners, and then channels the power of the moon.
channel: 1d6 ⇒ 2

Returning to the prisoners, she checks them for items of magic, or any indications about who they are or who the worked for.

When the moon's power subsides, Norril takes up the wand of healing and eases his companion's grief. "Nice work everyone, we had quiet the affair on our hands!"

He then joins Forvenniel in her search. "These goons must have something on them..." Always good to know who your enemies are!
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Kembe places his large hands on Forvenniel's and Norril's shoulders as he thanks them for healing his wounds "Thank you my friends. You saved my yet again today when I failed to see this ambush before it was too late. I only hope I can someday repay the favor, and more importantly, be more vigilant to save you the trouble in the future."

He then turns to his brother and smiles and hugs him, needing to give no words, before turning to the attackers still on the floor. "Lets relieve them of their tools of death and drag them off to the stockades so we can get back to our business."

Take 20 to search them over, 29

"We should probably get these notes to safety, maybe the local guard can drag them off instead." Zev says, nodding in agreement with Kembe. "I think the rest of you have bled and sweat enough to night, but I don't quite have the strength to drag these lot along."

The half-elf waits to see what Kembe finds, hopeful there's some missive or something that might inform them about why they were attacked.

Sejiri grins to see everyone safe and returns his brother's hug. When Kembe is through searching the attackers, the halfling helps disarm them and securely ties them up.

"Hopefully some of the guard can be spared from their onerous task of watching Sir Whatshisname. I wonder whether he's still alive, or if they'll be putting a plaque with his name on it in here shortly."

Your search turns up a couple of scrolls and three potions, as well as some sort of religious symbol on each attacker.

"These are healing potions. Possibly very helpful for us. " She looks on the priests symbol with disgust. "He has long walked under the moonlight, doing foul deeds. The world would be better without this servant of stealth and death."

Better off indeed... "Before we give the opportunity to lay us low to others, let's get back to the Lodge! We can report to Drandle and get some much needed rest." Norril says, wiping the sweat from his brow. Really starting to feel that fatigue set in! Nothing a couple drinks and a companion can't cure!

Kembe heads outside the shrine and does his best to flag down a member of the town guard to hand over the attackers. "These individuals ambushed us inside the Shrine, one of them is a follower of an evil God, we've spared their lives while 2 of their accomplices fled into the streets."

Once outside the Shrine, you begin hearing passersby talking about poor Sir Kenabres. Apparently he tried to leap the chasm on his war horse, and they simply plummeted into the bottomless pit.

"The moon has looked down on more arrogant fools than Sir Kenabres. I will pray for his soul - but who knows really what happens to those who fail the test. It is his loyal steed that I feel sorry for."

Knowledge (local), untrained: 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (20) - 1 = 19

"Seems a bit of a silly sacrifice, given how far across I've heard that pit is," the halfling responds in agreement. "It just occurred to me, we'll need some evidence that they attacked us for our story to hold up in the eyes of the law. Especially given we'll be dragging in two tied-up people who we beat half to death, without a trace of the wounds they inflicted on us. Any ideas?"

"Well, all we've got are these scrolls and potions, not exactly compelling evidence." Zevryn says with shrug at Sejiri. "I can explain what brought us here, and you guys have your wayfinders right? That might help them trust us at least, but I have no idea what we can use as evidence."

If Kembe has spoken with the guards already:

"I know we don't have anything to prove it but look, you can inspect the bodies, maybe you'll find something we didn't. We're here on Society business, just trying to uncover some secrets, which we've been able to do pretty peacefully up until these wiffles attacked us. Kembe here nearly died defending us from their blows, if it wasn't for him you'd be dragging all our sorry carcasses out of this temple."
Diplomacy: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (14) + 4 = 18

With the guards:

"Oh, I wouldn't go that far," Sejiri adds when Zev is finished. "I'm sure they'd find some dark use for our corpses. There were two more, who fled when the fight turned in our favor. Is there a local Norgerbite temple about? I would tend to hope not, but it could be useful in your investigation."

Diplomacy Aid: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (16) + 7 = 23

Norril's eyes go wide as his allies confess to harming people. WE HAVE NO PROOF! I've already risked tarnishing my reputation with the Arcanamirium, this is absurd. Leaving their bodies on the floor would have been our best bet.

While they engage the guards in conversation, Norril does his best to put a pace or two of distance between himself and them while looking at an attraction nearby. I'll stay within earshot, but I'd rather not risk my hide just to see these goons locked up. He stares on at a statue nearby, pulling out his notepad and trying to draw a sketch of it. He recoils a little at Sejiri's question. Did he just ask about a temple to Norgorber IN PUBLIC? Our days are truly numbered now... Caydean have mercy on my soul.
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"Of course they attacked us, and not us attacking them. Are you calling us liars? Do you think my brother... a Paladin, and myself, a devout follower of Irori, are prone to lying about such things?"

"Indeed, we pride ourselves on upholding the law and telling only the truth. When crimes happen, we deal with them as best we can if necessary, such as in this case. Whether that comes to pass or not, we also report it to the proper authorities. Even if it means traversing the mires of bureaucracy. This is the second time today we have done so, much as it would have been easier to dump these cultists at your door."

So, it seems like the conversation with the guards may have moved forward out of misunderstanding, rather than out of actual agreement. What do the characters actually want to do? I am fine retconning this part.

"The moon and captain Dreng both move in mysterous ways. Let us get these papers back to him, for surely he suspected them..."

After returning to the lodge, Forvenniel spends some time reading the documents and writing up an extensive report on what is found, and the suspicion about other caches of documents hidden around the city.

"I agree Forvenniel, let's see what Drandle makes of what we found!" Norril exclaims, a little giddy as his thoughts run wild with the possibilities. Who knows what will turn up as a result of these papers? The snippets I can understand are incredible enough!

"Another day, another discovery. Great work, everyone!"

Kembe nods to the others as they wish to return to Dreng quickly "Fair enough, I'm sure these individuals will learn from their mistake." He says with a heavy dose of sarcasm and heads off with the others.

The Venture-Captain's secretary keeps you waiting just long enough to watch your fidgeting get the best of you, before escorting you in. Dreng jumps up from behind his desk and quickly wipes it clear, in order to spread out your findings and peruse them quickly.

"Amazing! This is quite the discovery for such green members of the Society. And Master of Scrolls Kreighton Shaine spoke well of your Confirmation, so expect further assignments any day now."