DM Stylz |
bomb crit: 1d6 ⇒ 3
Kraul, charges forward, and takes a powerful swing at the barbarian leader. The enemy isn't expecting such a brutal retaliation and takes nasty wound to the chest. Rubin, inspire his allies to greater heights while Chef throws a bomb that explodes directly in the face of the southern enemy.
The barbarian on Kraul, rages and takes a powerful swing in retaliation, and oddly relishing the fight to come. He than glares at Chef, trying to intimidate the smaller man.
MWK greataxe, AC 15: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (11) + 9 = 201d12 + 7 ⇒ (11) + 7 = 18
intimidate chef: 1d20 + 17 ⇒ (2) + 17 = 19
The other half-orcs rush in to aid their fearless leader, by trying to make the burly Half-Orc less threatening. The manage to use their skill with the fail to trip Kraull. As he falls to the ground, he looses his grip on his weapon, and the other barbarian manage to rip it from his hands and it falls next to Kraull.
red flail trip, provokes AOO: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (19) + 6 = 25
blue flail disarm, provokes AOO: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (16) + 6 = 22
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Party Up!!
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Kraull: go, 18 damage, prone, disarmed
Chef: go, demoralized for 2 rounds?
Rubin: go
Orange: 20 damage, rage 1
Red: 9 damage, rage 1
Blue: 0 damage, rage 1
Kraull |
Falchion AoO against Red - Power Attack: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (4) + 7 = 11
As the other half-orcs converge, the now wounded Kraull attempts to thwack one of them with his falchion, but misses and then quickly loses the weapon. Things start getting annoying for the half-orc once he finds himself on the ground, but it only encourages the brawler's bravado, "Ha, you think that can stop me?"
Using Martial Flexibility as a Move Action to get the use of Weapon Focus (Unarmed Strike) for 1 minute.
After taking a few seconds to collect himself, Kraull focuses a kick on the larger leader (Orange).
Unarmed Strike + Weapon Focus + IC - Prone: 1d20 + 6 + 1 + 1 - 4 ⇒ (19) + 6 + 1 + 1 - 4 = 23
Damage: 1d6 + 4 + 1 ⇒ (5) + 4 + 1 = 10
ETA: Tried to full attack after making a move action.
Chef Bolognese |
Chef 5' steps back and throws another bomb at the orc just south of Kraull, using a special concoction.
Precise bombs, ignoring Kraull's square
Bomb,Fire,Touch,Precise Bomb,PBS,Shaken: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (15) + 5 = 201d6 + 2 ⇒ (3) + 2 = 5
Rubin Slade |
Rubin moves back within range, still singing, and fires his crossbow at the closest marauder. The blue guy. 7 rounds of bardic performance remaining.
Great performance Kraull!
Pretending to fall!
That will get them off their guard!
And set them up to get hit hard!
Crossbow + IC - adjacent ally: 1d20 + 5 + 1 - 2 ⇒ (17) + 5 + 1 - 2 = 21
Damage: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (8) + 1 = 9
DM Stylz |
The teamwork of Kraull, Chef, and Rubin manage to take down the leader. First, Kraull kicks him in the groin, causing him to double over. As he lifts his head, he takes a volatile bomb straight to the face. Then as he clears the gunk, he sees a crossbow bolt hit him straight in the femoral artery. His orcish heritage kicks in, as he stands there, looking down in severe anger. He takes a mighty swing as blood spurts from his open wound, then drops out of sheer pain.
The two remaining savages rush Rubin, and Chef respectively, angry that they have taken their leader down.
ref orange: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (16) + 2 = 18
orange attack prone Kraull: 1d20 + 9 + 2 ⇒ (17) + 9 + 2 = 281d12 + 7 ⇒ (2) + 7 = 9
blue, Rubin, charge AC 15: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (17) + 8 = 251d10 + 7 ⇒ (10) + 7 = 17
red Chef, AC 17: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (15) + 6 = 211d10 + 7 ⇒ (6) + 7 = 13
Kraull: 29 damage, prone, disarmed
Chef: 13 damage, AOO on blue if holding a melee weapon
Rubin: 17 damage
Orange: -X, ferocity
Red: 5 damage
Blue: 0 damage
Rubin Slade |
Gaah! I've been hit!
My armor's been split!
I'm about to fall!
Come save me Kraull!
Despite his cowardly singing, the magic of Rubin's song somehow continues to inspire courage in his comrades. Watching his blood gush forth from a gaping wound in his torso, Rubin manages to draw his sword and strike at the frothing half-orc.
Shortsword+IC: 1d20 + 3 + 1 ⇒ (18) + 3 + 1 = 22
Damage: 1d6 + 1 ⇒ (6) + 1 = 7
DM Stylz |
Kraull kicks towards the frothing half-orc, but misses twice. Chef tosses a bomb towards the enemy, which misses by mere inches. The vial breaks harmlessly to the side, singing the ground in fire, but hitting nothing but grass.
Rubin, despite the flesh wound, presses the attack, and his blade draws blood from his enemy.
random: 1d8 ⇒ 2
The remaining enemies attacks back. Both attacks miss, while the flail comes closer than the Chef would have liked.
Rubin: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (4) + 6 = 10
Chef: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (9) + 6 = 15
Kraull: 27 damage, prone, disarmed
Chef: 13 damage,
Rubin: 17 damage
Orange: dead
Red: 5 damage
Blue: 7 damage
Party Up!
Kraull |
Kraull attacks the bandit next to him with both fists, but he still has trouble hitting now that he's deprived of his natural height advantage.
Unarmed Strike 1 + Weapon Focus + IC - Prone: 1d20 + 6 + 1 + 1 - 4 ⇒ (8) + 6 + 1 + 1 - 4 = 12
Unarmed Strike 2 + Weapon Focus + IC - Prone: 1d20 + 6 + 1 + 1 - 4 ⇒ (7) + 6 + 1 + 1 - 4 = 11
Rubin Slade |
Ha! I have him on the run now. Wait, is it adrenaline I'm feeling, or just loss of blood? I better think about that later. Rubin slices again with his shortsword, while continuing his mighty battle anthem. 5 rounds of bardic performance remaining.
Don't give up my friends!
Smite our enemies!
Our success depends!
On bringing them to their knees!
Shortsword+IC: 1d20 + 3 + 1 ⇒ (15) + 3 + 1 = 19
Damage: 1d6 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 1 = 3
DM Stylz |
1d8 ⇒ 8
Rubin slices into his enemy, while Kraull punches and kicks in futility. Chef tosses another bomb. The bomb sails wide and splashed in the ground. The brute nearest Kraull gets singed ever so slightly.
Both remaining enemies, can feel the surge of adrenaline fade from their veins. They become sluggish, and one even wobbles a bit as he tries to focus on the fight. They look around and see that their leader has fallen. They both head for cover and retreat from battle.
COMBAT OVER
Chef Bolognese |
Chef groans at the near death of them all. I can make two healing extracts for us all! He prepares 2 CLW infusions for Kraull and Rubin
CLW Kraull: 1d8 + 2 ⇒ (2) + 2 = 4
CLW Rubin: 1d8 + 2 ⇒ (3) + 2 = 5
Rubin Slade |
All right, great work fellas! Chalk one up for the good guys...errrrhhhmmm... Blood pouring from his open wound, Rubin stumbles over to Chef and quickly downs the extract he offers. Thanks Chef, I feel much better now. What do you all say, are we safe here to stay for a day or two and recuperate, or do we continue on to the next inn, wherever that is? +4hp
Rubin Slade |
+8 hp Hey thanks Chef! I'd like to express how happy I am that I was not killed. I think I'll soak in the stream here for a second and try to get some of this blood off of me. I vote to stay here for a day. I don't think those other two bandits will want to confront us again by themselves, and if they had any friends to bring back with them, they would have been with them before. I think it will be safe enough, if we set a watch. Whaddaya think?
DM Stylz |
You gather the horses, and begin to ride past the battle that just took place. Once you are a mile or two past the gruesome battle, you take stock of the spoils of battle.
You heal up, and continue to ride towards your destination. The night goes by, uneventful, and the next couple days goes by well too. You reach the town of Mivon at the end of your long hard journey. The town is larger than Jasper. As sorts of stalls lines the streets, selling nearly anything you may need; clay pots, street meat, and fishing nets.
You find a plethora of bars, from dive to slightly more fancy. You see workshops for weapons, armor, shields, bows. The amount of people in teh streets is staggering.
Town size is ~ 10,000 people
Where do you start your search for the woman leader of The Authority?
Rubin Slade |
The first thing I could use is some real food. No offense, Chef, but there's only so much even you can do to make squirrels, roots, and dried meat appetizing after a week on the trail. Rubin stops at a food stall that appears to be somewhat above average and wolfs down a surprising amount of food. (belch!) Now then, about our little chore. This is a pretty big town, there must be someone I know from my New Stetven days. At least a friend of a friend with some sort of lead we can use. It's just a matter of finding him or her. Rubin mingles in the crowd, chatting up strangers and keeping his eyes peeled for any recognizable face.
Knowledge(local): 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (14) + 7 = 21
DM Stylz |
Just round up to 83 gp each
Rubin knows a guy, who works in one of the local bars. He used to be in the same New Stetven unit, until his buddy left for greener pastures. Rubin heard he landed in Mivon, and opened up a local bar.
Rubin, does indeed see his old military buddy, Jack.
Rubin, is that you. What in the hell brings you to a joint like mine huh "Slick Slade"?
The bar, even for it being midday, is quite busy and hoppin'.
Kraull, you notice two bouncers, standing near a door at the back of the room. Both are dressed in studded leather armor, with a sap on one hip, and a short sword on the opposite hip, just in case things get out of control.
Chef, you can smell spices in the air, some are sweet and some are very spicy. Spicier than what you may have ever used in Jasper. You see a trio of waitresses hustle by you, delivering plates of food and mugs of ale and other alcoholic beverages.
Rubin Slade |
memememe...
Greetings my old friend, hear our tale of woe
We three are seeking our fortune in the world
But where we go bad luck seems to follow
Attacked by bandits, beasts, and squirrels
To earn our keep is all we desire
Our talents would be employed well here
Kraull is a brawler who will not tire
Any surly drunkard would be out on his ear
Chef is his name and stew is his game
Simple ingredients will soon be fit for a king
And here am I too, preceded by my fame
To brew for you, sing, act, anything
So what do you say, do you maybe have some employment for us?
Versatile Performance(Bluff): 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (10) + 10 = 20
DM Stylz |
Jack sense: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (13) + 10 = 23
Jack listens to the tale.
Impressive Rubin. So you three want a job huh. I think I could do that for an old buddy like you. Chef was it, hit the kitchen and get to work and what the head honcho wants done. Kraul, you think you are man enough, we will see. Late night can get a little surly, and quite boisterous. Handle THAT crowd, and you can handle anything. Rubin, take to the stage whenever you want, and keep the crowds happy and drunk. If they are drunk, you get more coin, simple right?
After you turn to walk away, Jack grabs you by the arm, and brings you in close, so only you can hear him, and in a low whisper.
Look, I ain't stupid, despite my earlier years. You want some dirty work, see me after I shut this place down for the evening. Just don't get killed before then, okay.
Rubin Slade |
Thanks, Jack, you shan't regret this! Perhaps I should wait to inquire about our payment, I guess that's not really why we're here. Rubin takes some time to look around the room to gauge the clientele, then hops up on the stage to introduce himself and warm up for the larger and drunker crowd which will surely arrive later in the evening.
There once was a half-elf from Brevoy
Whose goal in his life since a boy
Was a beer to drink down
A girl in each town
And a chest full of gold to enjoy
He'll meet with Jack at the appointed time, after closing
DM Stylz |
Chef, you manage to not screw anything up in the kitchen. Kraull, you manage to not break anyone in two, and also help to keep the peace. Rubin, as you perform on the stage, you can see that the two burly guards, aiding support at the back door, both leave. The door opens, and three people exit. A woman, flanked by two men exit the back room, who are then all flanked in some form or fashion by the two guards from the back door. The all exit the bar, and nobody gives them grief, let alone a passing glance.
Jack, closes up the bar around 2 in the morning, and the last few drunks leave, giving you three free reign of the bar along with Jack. Jack wipes down the bar, and gives you three a customary glace as he finishes up.
So, how you guys like the place? I know it ain't much, but my own slice of heaven, ya know.
After a moment, he brings you three into the back room, where the group had once been. Inside there is a table, and a grouping of chairs. He takes a seat, and once everyone is settled, he looks to your motley crew.
So, I wasn't born yesterday, you became a mercenary after the fiasco back home. You seem to have found some like-minded friends along the way, and certainly one that can protect you if your mouth gets jacking, as he lets out a hearty laugh.
Look, this town doesn't have much mercenary work, for most of the town is controlled by one family. Their daughter, Leila, controls the industrial district, and the upper class residential district. The family brother, Dustin, controls the business district as well as the middle class and "lower" residential areas of Mivon. If [i]you[i], want to cross them, then it has been nice knowing you, but don't say I didn't warn you.
After a swig of whiskey, he looks to Rubin, You need anything from me, let me know and I will do the best I can to help you out...within reason of course
DM Stylz |
How do you get in good with them? Well, if you want to get in good with Leila, find out what her brother is planning, and vice versa. They are very competitive, especially when going against each other. They know that business and results matter above all else, but it doesn't mean they don't have sibling rivalry. Just be warned though, that plan comes at a high risk of failure for they are not stupid by any stretch.
He tosses Kraull a flask, and it is filled with chilled coffee.
A less risky path, I heard they are both trying to find out who killed a dear friend of theirs. Find that out, and you just might have earned yourself a few extra seconds to live around them.
Rubin Slade |
After a few hours of singing, Rubin's throat is dry and scratchy. He gets to work remedying that with a large stein of beer. Sounds like we're in for some investigative work. Let's just be careful not to bring suspicion on ourselves for the killing of their friend. Do you know any of the circumstances of this murder?