Reign of Kingmaker (Inactive)

Game Master GM_Solspiral

With a Kingmaker Chassis this game mixes in Reign of Winter, Tales of the Old Margreve a variety of modules and tons fo custom content from the GM's company Flying Pincushion Games.


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RPG Superstar Season 9 Top 32

Use bold for in character speech, spoilers for OOC questions


Male Skink
VITALS:
AC: 19, T: 15, FF: 15; HP: 17/17; F:4, R:7, W:2 (+2 vs poison); CMB +0; CMD 14; Init: +4; Perc: +7
Vivisectionist 2
SKILLS:
Acro +3(+7 jump),Climb +11,Craft (alch)+13,DD+6,Escape Artist +5,K.(nature) +9,Perc +7,SoH +8(+14 to hide on body),Stealth +21,Survival +7,Swim +11,UMD +4

Dot:

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RPG Superstar Season 9 Top 32

The Year is 4709 and it is the 21st day of Rova. The leaves have begun to change early in southern Brevoy and Restov is bustling as farmers busy themselves making purchases and preparation for the harvest later in the season.

You’re all in town on invitation from a Lord Javoki Lodovka and Lady Teshia Raventhorne-Lodovka through channels related to Liberty’s Edge. Some of you are acquainted and come together, others have been freelancing wherever the cause has called them. Lord Javoki is well know as a stalwart supporter of the cause of freedom.

knowledge nobility check DC 10:

10- The swordlords of Restov are not known to be supportive of the present Regent of the Throne Nickoli Surtova.

knowledge nobility check DC 15:

15- The Raventhorns are inter-married into a lot of noble families. Some joke that they are trying to unite the Riverlands by the “sheets of diplomacy.”

knowledge nobility check DC 20:

20- Lord Javoki has has never fully acknowledged the Regent Throne held but the Surtovas.

knowledge nobility check DC 25:

25- There are whispers that Lord Jakovi has united all the minor houses and fencing schools of Restov in a secret compact of Rebellion!

The invitation specifies that you will be staying as the Lord’s Guest and his home is a compound that serves as Noble villa, barrack, and fort. To the untrained eye the security is fairly standard, a bunch of dandies with swords and crossbows lazing about making too much money. To anyone that can make a profession soldier or knowledge tactics DC5 check or a Sense Motive DC15 check these are all very dangerous men playacting as lazy dandies.

The rooms are modest but appropriate to your respective stations and everyone has their own room. On the beds courtier outfits with a modest amount of jewelry are laid out and the clothing is exactly your size, a card states that the clothing and jewelry are gifts. Even Beads the grass spider has silver bracers that can fit over his forelegs comfortably.

As the day wears on more and more guests arrive.
-Magnar Varn (DC 18 KN: Nobility reveals he is a very minor Swordlord, DC 25 he lost his wife 2 years ago and is expecting a new wife via political marriage to a Taldon noblewoman named Argentea Malassene) arrives with his two young daughters, an obvious wizard, a dangerous looking woodsman and over 3 dozen cavaliers. Magnar Varn is a bear of a man standing an easy 7ft tall and weighing in close to 400 pounds. He wears a polished Aldori dueling sword at his hip and a well worn but clearly cared for lucrene hammer across his back. His laughter is easy and loud and even from a comfortable distance it’s hard not to like him as he seems to include even the servants in his mirth.
-Lance Drelev (DC 15 KN: Local, recent local celebrity for running an “impossible” gauntlet thru dexterity and guile) by contrast has the build of a ballet dancer. Hints of distant elf ancestry mark his ears and the shape of his eyes but none would call him half-elven. He seems to have an entourage of handsome capable looking women, one of which is wearing a holy symbol between rather exposed cleavage (DC 10 KN Religion to recognize Callsitra’s holy symbol.) Lance wears a bow and a pair of decorated short swords.
-Hans Brackish is the last notable guest to arrive (aside from the parties) (DC 22 KN: Local -he is a prominent mercenary captain for a company known as Brackish’s Bastards) with a dozen well armed and well armored (full plate, tower shields, gladius, and halbred) men wearing a green and black checkered livery. He is a hard looking man in his 40’s with a hawk like nose, intense blue eyes and scars on his cheek and across the opposite jawline. (DC perception 15 will note that his men are a mix of human, dwarf, half orc, and half elf.)

You may now interact with any of the named or unnamed characters (description like older of Magnar Varns daughters or a Dwarf merc from Brackish’s bastards ect.) You may also describe and interact with one another.

The Game officially starts Next Week with Jakovi’s Feast. I will also be posting bits of Knowledge History, Nobility, and Local to provide a backdrop. A few “cutaway scenes” for fun and immersion.

The social skills can be used during the mingling phase as can stealth or any other non-combat skill. Starting a combat will end up with too many guards on you for me to even bother running it, Jakovi is prepared for some bigger trouble than you and only the dimmest of wits would start something in his center of power.


Male Skink
VITALS:
AC: 19, T: 15, FF: 15; HP: 17/17; F:4, R:7, W:2 (+2 vs poison); CMB +0; CMD 14; Init: +4; Perc: +7
Vivisectionist 2
SKILLS:
Acro +3(+7 jump),Climb +11,Craft (alch)+13,DD+6,Escape Artist +5,K.(nature) +9,Perc +7,SoH +8(+14 to hide on body),Stealth +21,Survival +7,Swim +11,UMD +4

Nobs: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (18) + 5 = 23
Tacts auto success
Nobs: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (9) + 5 = 14 fail
Local: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (11) + 8 = 19
Religon: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (17) + 5 = 22
Local: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (8) + 8 = 16 fail
Perc: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (19) + 5 = 24

True to his race. 8 bead-like eyes. 8 legs. Covered in black hair. Except for the clothes and the bracelets that were given to him. Not the most pretty thing in the room

As Beads walks into the room, he froze. So many people. Not to mention that he knew about most them. He was rather scared. Or panicked. Or both. He had to restrain himself from skittering back to his room. This was not the kind of setting he was use to. He was here because he was invited... very nerve wrecking


Male Half-Orc Ranger (Tanglebriar Demonslayer, Trapper) 3 | HP 32/32 | AC 18 TO 13 FF 15 | F +6 R +8 W +5; +1 vs Spells/SLA/Su from Evil Outsiders | CMD 19 | Init +3 | Perc +8 (+9 to pierce a demon's disguise, +10 to find hidden objects inc. secret doors and traps) DV | Trapfinding +1, Favored Enemy (Attack, Damage, Bluff, Knowledge, Perception, Sense Motive, Survival) Evil Outsiders +2, Favored Terrain (Init, Geography, Perception, Stealth, Survival) Urban +2

Looking at the dandies...

Profession (Soldier) DC 5, WIS: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (17) + 1 = 18 Dangerous men!

Knowledge (Tactics) DC 5, INT: 1d20 - 2 ⇒ (6) - 2 = 4 Nope!

Sense Motive DC 15: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (6) + 1 = 7 Nope!

Recognizing Callistra's Holy Symbol...

Knowledge (Religion) DC 10: 1d20 - 2 ⇒ (18) - 2 = 16 A-ha!

For Hans Brackish's men races...

Perception DC 15: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (19) + 5 = 24 Lots of different soft skinned dudes.

Shogunto is walking by Reafil with his arms crossed in the back. The expression of the Orc is tired as if he had been travelling and studying nonstop. For someone of his vast intellect, even learning the most basic thing was always tireful.

- City is full of nobles, huh? All these random jeweled fluffly eating soft skinned men. Just your type of people! Hah! - he smiles, while provoking the hobgoblin - Maybe you can get one of them to teach you how to dance or to drink cologne.

Forgot the first Knowledge (Nobility) is also a DC 10

Restov Nobility, INT: 1d20 - 2 ⇒ (19) - 2 = 17 I know the basic DC 10, but nothing more than that


Evan draws on his magic as he carefully studies his surroundings to figure out who these people might be. Were any of them related to house Surtova and out to get him? It seemed unlikely in this place, but it never hurt to be sure.
Use guidance for all of Evan's rolls
Knowledge Nobility: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (7) + 7 = 14
Knowledge Tactics: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (5) + 3 = 8
Knowledge Nobility: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (18) + 7 = 25
Knowledge Local: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (8) + 7 = 15
Knowledge Religion: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (13) + 3 = 16
Knowledge Local: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (9) + 7 = 16
Perception Evan: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (15) + 5 = 20
Perception Nave: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (12) + 4 = 16


Evan wears his new finery with pride. He knows how to dress and act as he has seen nobles dressed up plenty of times even if he has rarely worn such clothes himself. The slim clothes fit snugly to his lean frame.

Evan looks to the others and a smile comes to his face. He can't help but smile being in the presence of Kejal. Every day seems better with her around. Despite the unfortunate circumstances of his departure he is glad that it happened because it meant he got to meet her. Speaking about the circumstances of his departure, he still did not know what to think about his new companion. Nave is like a darker and more chaotic version of himself manifested in real life. All the anger and recklessness he thought he had mastered personified. They even look the same. In one way he was glad for the support, to know he was not alone. In another way the two of them often disagreed, could he disagree with himself?

Evan pushes his thoughts aside and opens his mouth. "Anyone got any idea what we might be here for? Seems like an awful lot of armed men and women here. At least we probably won't have to worry about there being any Surtova-friendly people here, so they probably won't be looking to catch me. The Swordlords are not known to be supportive of the crown. On the other hand, I should be careful about how I present my heritage."


Hobgoblin fighter 1, AC-18 FF-13 T-15, hp-20, F+3, R+5, W+2, Perc +4, Init +5

Know(nobility): 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (15) + 5 = 20
Know(local): 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (4) + 8 = 12

ooc:
Does my three years of residency here give me a bonus to any of these rolls?

Magnar: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (12) + 5 = 17
Lance: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (2) + 8 = 10 Religion: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (1) + 3 = 4
Hans: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (20) + 8 = 28 Perception: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (16) + 4 = 20


Hobgoblin fighter 1, AC-18 FF-13 T-15, hp-20, F+3, R+5, W+2, Perc +4, Init +5

Reafil grunts at Shogunto's comments, refusing to take the bait. Looking around, he vaguely recognizes the large man, but can't quite remember who he is. The smaller man with all the women he knows nothing about. However, he is quite familiar with Hans Brackish, having contemplated applying for his unit.
"So, I know who Hans Brackish is," He says to Shogunto,"but do you recognize any of the others?"


Male Human Sentry, Wounds: 8/13 Fate: 3/3 Special 1/1 WS:26; BS:42; S:42; T:40; Agi:30; Int:54; Per:41; WP:38; Fel:34

Dm:

I'll just dot for now and hold off on making any rolls until I hear your thoughts on my...thoughts.
Making those changes would impact my skills a bit after all.
Really sorry for the hassle...


Male Skink
VITALS:
AC: 19, T: 15, FF: 15; HP: 17/17; F:4, R:7, W:2 (+2 vs poison); CMB +0; CMD 14; Init: +4; Perc: +7
Vivisectionist 2
SKILLS:
Acro +3(+7 jump),Climb +11,Craft (alch)+13,DD+6,Escape Artist +5,K.(nature) +9,Perc +7,SoH +8(+14 to hide on body),Stealth +21,Survival +7,Swim +11,UMD +4

Beads decides to go hide somewhere safe. Where he can simply observe. Yes. Observe is a good idea. Don't get involved. Don't be seen. Don't be noticed

Stealthyness: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (18) + 12 = 30

What would be the value and weight of those bracers (2 or 8?) they gave Beads? want to add it to my sheet on HL

RPG Superstar Season 9 Top 32

Reafil Dathu wrote:

residency question

answer:

Stacking bonuses for kn local and nobility
+1 for being from the River kingdoms
+1 for being from Brevoy
+1 for being from Restov
+1 for having a trait that links you to nobility (like bastard)


Male Half-Orc Ranger (Tanglebriar Demonslayer, Trapper) 3 | HP 32/32 | AC 18 TO 13 FF 15 | F +6 R +8 W +5; +1 vs Spells/SLA/Su from Evil Outsiders | CMD 19 | Init +3 | Perc +8 (+9 to pierce a demon's disguise, +10 to find hidden objects inc. secret doors and traps) DV | Trapfinding +1, Favored Enemy (Attack, Damage, Bluff, Knowledge, Perception, Sense Motive, Survival) Evil Outsiders +2, Favored Terrain (Init, Geography, Perception, Stealth, Survival) Urban +2

Shogunto thinks for some seconds, looking around and pretending he could have any clue about the other nobles. He was too proud to say he didn't know a thing, but would still act as he could.

- No... I don't. - he subtlely points at the woman near Brelev - That's the holy symbol of Callistria, goddess of Lust and Vengeance. - he whispers, completing in even lower whispers with his "amazing" social skills - Goddess of the whores.


A fairly striking Ulfen woman that had prior gone unnoticed, answers Evan. While attractive she seems to have neglected to put on the finery that awaited everyone and is wearing leathers with fox fur trim.
I believe the job is going to be chartering and perhaps claiming areas of the Stolen Lands. I heard a rumor Irrisen has sent groups with a similar purpose.

Grand Lodge

Male Lizardfolk Fighter 1/ Expert 1

Thrick stands off to the side, uncomfortably tugging at the sleeves of his courtier's outfit. Clothing over scales never seemed like a good idea, it only led to his claws getting stuck...or his tail.

He'd speak up to Jarx, "How do you think they figured out what sizes we were? I can't recall sharing it with anyone, much less giving it to a Noble."

More fidgeting, these clothes were coming off the moment this gathering was over and his comfortable rags were coming on.


Male Dwarf Korak

Sahisysha mutters slightly to herself as she dresses, going with naught but the outfit, a subdued necklace and a single ring who's color has caught her eye. She walks to the reception area somewhat happily, she had never been invited to such an event, she slides through the door, noticeably different from the others in the room. She takes a second to calm herself, her finger etching into the scar branded on her cheek as she heads into the crowd.


Hobgoblin fighter 1, AC-18 FF-13 T-15, hp-20, F+3, R+5, W+2, Perc +4, Init +5

"Ah yes, I remember now. The large man is Lord Magnar Varn. However, the one with Callistrian priestess is unfamiliar to me."

No matter, let's see what we are invited for." Then, getting his own dig in, he adds with a grin. "At least in my case it is obvious, but for you Shogunto? Perhaps they need some stables mucked out."

ooc:
Sarcasm and humor are harder without facial expressions and inflection, so be assured it is meant in a jesting way between two that are known to each other. No deliberate insulting unless specified as such. I'm going with the odd couple thing we said earlier. Shogunto always teases me over trying to be fancy, while I return the favor with comments about his barbarism.


HP 15/15 | AC/T/FF 14/14/10 | Initiative +3 | Perception +7 | Fort +1 / Refl+3 / Will+7 | Defensive Casting +10 | Spell Penetration +1 | Grit 4/4

Nobility: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (7) + 9 = 16
Sense Motive: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (2) + 7 = 9
Nobility: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (3) + 9 = 12
Local: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (17) + 9 = 26
Religion: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (6) + 9 = 15
Local: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (15) + 9 = 24
Perception: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (18) + 4 = 22

Jarx being busy, tasting the food and smacking his small snout as he eats in delight the stuff as Thrick speaks to him "Ah, who cares about these humans. They are anyway weird most of the time and to even look at us... uh, what foul magic might that have been." Jarx shudders at the thought and looks around "now where is that boy gone? I swear I told him to stay next to me but no, I knew it that this kind of living in a city full of humans will be bad influence" sighing as his tail flaps a bit against the floor

"Anyway, we might as well enjoy the food. You should especially keep your eye out for that man with a lot of guards with green and black checkered livery. Ah, a cupcake! Might be citron.. mmm" drooling a bit at the sight of food Jarx dont notice much else around him

Liberty's Edge

Female Orphidian Herbalist 1

Sahi spots the telltale pattern of scales across the floor and moves around the room, being careful to try and stay unseen as she sneaks up on two familiar figures. (Thrick and Jarex) untrained sneak: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (1) + 5 = 6

Grand Lodge

Male Lizardfolk Fighter 1/ Expert 1

Perception: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (5) + 4 = 9

"Hello Sahi, you'll have to do better than that to sneak up on me." The lizardman rumbles a laugh as he looks at his ophidian friend. "Are you enjoying yourself? I know this many people and these stuffy clothes must feel suffocating."

He pulls on the collar of the outfit, trying to make it even an ounce more comfortable than it is, but to no avail. His tail swishing to and fro in a mildly agitated fashion.


Male Human Sentry, Wounds: 8/13 Fate: 3/3 Special 1/1 WS:26; BS:42; S:42; T:40; Agi:30; Int:54; Per:41; WP:38; Fel:34

Passing by the table where Jarx is sitting, Liam chuckles a little at the obvious irritation in his voice.
"Yes, damn those humans eh? What with their skin and noses and such."

Then he teatricly pauses, slowly moves a hand to his face and feels around, as if surprised.
When his fingers finds his own nose, he taps it, pulls on it a little and then gasps in surprise (still very theatrical).
"By Cayden Caelians tankard! What IS this strange protution in the middle of my face!"

Liberty's Edge

Female Orphidian Herbalist 1

Sahi snickers in a hiss like tone. "I do believe that is called your nose. If you do not even know that I fear you will be under the knife of my kind many times in the future. She turns back to Thrick. "I suppossse you are correct. I am not used to these clothes, they leave me feeling, exposssed." She traces the brand on her face absentmindedly. I would much prefer my own garments, but needs must yesss?


HP 15/15 | AC/T/FF 14/14/10 | Initiative +3 | Perception +7 | Fort +1 / Refl+3 / Will+7 | Defensive Casting +10 | Spell Penetration +1 | Grit 4/4

Looking from his cupcake at Liam and snorting for "Hah, have to do better than that! Although you do have better qualities compared to other hairless monkeys.. At least your voice and acting is better compared to others" hissing at his last remark, signifying the rare laugh of Jarx "What is with that even. How are they supposed to cover you from the heat of sun or coldness of winter. But I must say, I do like these... culture-events or celebrations you humans do. Most fantastic stuff for me to eat. Do you know what this event is? Didnt bother to read the letter expect the invitation part. Always asking me to craft this or that hah" as Jarx stuffs the remaining of the cupcakes and starts to look for another

Perception: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (8) + 7 = 15
"Ah, you Sahi. What business do you have here with these people. I see that they have even some mercenary people here so something big might be happening"


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Male Half-Orc Ranger (Tanglebriar Demonslayer, Trapper) 3 | HP 32/32 | AC 18 TO 13 FF 15 | F +6 R +8 W +5; +1 vs Spells/SLA/Su from Evil Outsiders | CMD 19 | Init +3 | Perc +8 (+9 to pierce a demon's disguise, +10 to find hidden objects inc. secret doors and traps) DV | Trapfinding +1, Favored Enemy (Attack, Damage, Bluff, Knowledge, Perception, Sense Motive, Survival) Evil Outsiders +2, Favored Terrain (Init, Geography, Perception, Stealth, Survival) Urban +2

Shogunto looked at Reafil with the most pissed off face he could put on, and the vision was plain scary: a huge, strong and fat orc, covered in scars and tribal tattoos, with a longspear tied to his back and showing all deranged teeth from his mouth, including the immense canines. Finally, though, he opened an even bigger smile.

- Hah! Hah! - he laughed, "tapping" Reafil's back friendly - Nor even Milani herself knows what they need a big and fat Orc witch for! Maybe to clean the horses, maybe to cook for the soldiers, or maybe to cook the horses and clean the soldiers' arses! Who knows?

That said, he started following the hobgoblin. He pretended he knew the name his friend had mentioned (Magnar Varn) but in truth he didn't have the faintest clue. Right now he was mostly curious, especially with all the other people arriving to the city - dangerous or not, noble or not.

Liberty's Edge

Female Orphidian Herbalist 1

My business here is much like yours Jarx. I was sent an invitation. I asssume a noble who's son I helped some time ago mentioned me in passing. I would not have even come, but I am not one to turn down a bed freely offered. So how have you been, I haven't seen you since that unfortunate incident with the ssspider and your tail.


Male Human Sentry, Wounds: 8/13 Fate: 3/3 Special 1/1 WS:26; BS:42; S:42; T:40; Agi:30; Int:54; Per:41; WP:38; Fel:34

Liam smacks a palm against his forehead as he keeps up his bad acting.
"But of course! THAT is what a nose is, I swear, it is a good thing I had my head sown on this morning or I would most likely have left the whole damn thing behind, and then how would I drink?"

"As for the sun and cold, I find a nice cloak goes a long way to keep you either cold or warm, and if you are the modest kind, you can even wear something UNDERNEATH it to boot."

"As for food, there is this little in in a small town on the west coast of Varasia that serves a wonderful peppercorn venison...mmmm..."

Liam pauses for a moment, relishing the memory of that dish that he has never quite managed to find anywhere else.


HP 15/15 | AC/T/FF 14/14/10 | Initiative +3 | Perception +7 | Fort +1 / Refl+3 / Will+7 | Defensive Casting +10 | Spell Penetration +1 | Grit 4/4

Jarx a bit annoyed now with the mention of spider "Just because I was sleeping under blanket doesnt mean that my tail could be somekind leftover food... Unfortunate things happen when you are tired after a long working day and fall asleep almost everywhere. But to answer your question yes, much better now after all that swelling is gone." Jarx retorts as his tails swing back and forth "Thank god Thrick here didnt completely stomp that spider or otherwise we would not know what poison it possessed" and with that mention a cold shiver run through Jarx as he shrugged as if to forget whole incident

"Otherwise busy like always. You would not know how much these dimwits ask you to craft this and that oh please, mister kobold, I need a shovel. or Mr. Jarx, I could use some nice leatherboots". Do I look like peddler to them? I was meant to do something bigger and fancier like crafting a nice weapon for my wife" and at that moment Jarx freezes as if remembering something

Struggling and facial expression freezing before disappearing "Um, I am bit hazy. What did I just say.. ah yes, something about being peddler... and that reminded me, where is that damn son of mine" as Jarx furiously looked around

Grand Lodge

Male Lizardfolk Fighter 1/ Expert 1

Thrick rumbles at the human, mimicking a good laugh, "Liam, you must understand the predicament of those of us with scales. We don't retain heat like the fleshy races do. We need to bask in the warmth of the sun, or fire, or an alchemical heating compress. So, most clothing doesn't serve the common purpose that it would on you....Not to mention that these clothes keep getting caught on my dorsal spines. The jewelry is another story, being nothing more than an accentuating piece."

Thrick muses for a moment what price these pieces of jewelry could fetch before pushing the though from his mind. These were gifts and humans find it disrespectful to sell a gift. He lets out a sigh, knowing he'd have to find another way to afford some specialized plate for himself.

Liberty's Edge

Female Orphidian Herbalist 1

Oh yes, and I suppose that contessst at the Leaking Roof had nothing to do with why you didn't awaken until Thrick stomped on your tail while squishing it.


Male Human Sentry, Wounds: 8/13 Fate: 3/3 Special 1/1 WS:26; BS:42; S:42; T:40; Agi:30; Int:54; Per:41; WP:38; Fel:34

Once again Liam plays up, this time by slapping both hands to his cheeks and letting his jaw fall open, then he leans in closer to Thrick and whispers with feigned fear.
"I'm wearing CLOTHES? Why didn't anybody tell me?!"

Grand Lodge

Male Lizardfolk Fighter 1/ Expert 1

Thrick pushes Liam away with a clawed hand,"Yes, yes, we know. You're a stellar actor and gifted comedian."

Liberty's Edge

Female Orphidian Herbalist 1

I look over at Thrick. He did ssseem properly horrified about that bump on his face. If he's amenable you could hold him down and I could perform the sssurgery to remove it.


Uneasy. Schub felt uneasy. Don’t really like being indoors especially in one crowded as this one. Maybe he used to like it, couldn’t remember…..Looking around he didn’t know anyone besides Jarx and Thrick. Strange looking warmbloods.

Perception: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (20) + 7 = 27

Ah there is the food. Quick before Jarx eats it all. After grabbing some random food items Schub starts mingling, trying to pick up some news.

Perception: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (20) + 7 = 27
Sense Motive: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (14) + 2 = 16

After a while Schub spots a warmblood holding a tray. Schub stands before him and looks up. You! He, you there with tray. Something I need. Small bag with meaty stuff to take with for friend.

Liberty's Edge

Male Human Rogue 1

Gideon approaches the man questioning the purpose. "I'm not sure we have been formally introduced. When last we crossed paths we were quite busy dodging swords and arrows to have much discourse. I am Gideon Dawnbringer... and you are the Angel's protector"?

He then takes in the visage of Nave "Are you two twins"? He then briefly explains that he had spent some time since the slaver raid in the Margrave Forest investigating some rumors, when he received he summons. If anyone seems to be interested he launches into a grand tale of three leprechaun brothers and the wood witch's laundry, only to be brought up short when a spider entered the room. His hand began to reach for his sword... I hate spiders.

1d20 + 10 ⇒ (5) + 10 = 15 Sense Motive
1d20 + 4 ⇒ (8) + 4 = 12 Knowledge: religion
1d20 + 12 ⇒ (13) + 12 = 25 Perception

1d20 + 10 ⇒ (16) + 10 = 26 Perform: Oratory


Evan turns startled when the fur clad woman answer his question. He had not expected anyone else to be nearby. Obviously she had heard his statement about his heritage and he was worried she might dig into it and lead people to draw the wrong conclusions. The surprise meant Nave was quicker to respond than Evan though. A vicious smile on the eidolon's face. "Great, the Irissen groups will mean more work for the bloody Surtovas to get to us once we are there." Evan is shocked at Nave's bluntness, though he shouldn't be. Evan steals the word before Nave can continue. "Thank you. Your information is very helpful. Charting the Stolen Lands does sound like it could potentially be wonderful. There people could be free and be treated justly."

Then Gideon joins before he can introduce them, but it saves him from doing double introductions. "I am Evan Rivers and this is Nave Srevir. We are not twins. Our relationship is a bit odd, but no we are not twins." At this point Nave grabs the word again. "We are both parts of one whole. I do the things that has to be done that he doesn't dare to do. He fiddles around trying to be nice to people, I get things done." The eidolon let one of his arm go up to the huge warhammer at his back, showing that he is more for action than words. Evan is exasperated at his Eidolon's behavior, but he realizes that he can't actually stop him, he just have to do his best to convince him that he is doing the right thing. Evan shakes his head as he says. "I don't know exactly how, but we are somehow magically connected. As for an angel. I don't know any such, but I do travel with an avariel, Kejal. Did you mean her?" Evan holds out his hand to indicate the female elf. "What is your name miss?"


Male Skink
VITALS:
AC: 19, T: 15, FF: 15; HP: 17/17; F:4, R:7, W:2 (+2 vs poison); CMB +0; CMD 14; Init: +4; Perc: +7
Vivisectionist 2
SKILLS:
Acro +3(+7 jump),Climb +11,Craft (alch)+13,DD+6,Escape Artist +5,K.(nature) +9,Perc +7,SoH +8(+14 to hide on body),Stealth +21,Survival +7,Swim +11,UMD +4

Beads watched and listened. So many people. Everyone with their own agenda. Own groups and ideas. Even the lizzards began to group together. It seemed he was the only Arachian there. Good thing he decided to make himself scarce. He will simply wait here in his corner till what ever the reason he was called here was made transparent

Hmmmm. Maybe he should take some of the food with him.....

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My name is Nydia Petska, I have a working relationship with Magnar Varn.

A sharp eyed individual

Perception check:
DC 14, the bow Varn's elder daughter carries is very similar to Nydia's, DC 18 would reveal the daughter wears a black and white pearl necklace and Nydia wears an intricate black pearl earring which with a KN: Local 12 check indicates the girl has lost her mother and that Nydia has lost a child
or one with keen eye for body language
Sense motive:
DC 15 Nydia seems to be watching over the Varn girls very carefully
might notice a thing or two.

Magnar Varn is a good man to work with he is very loyal to his men and he trusts the people that advise him. Unlike the cruel witches of Irrisen, he would make a fair and just Lord should our charter succeed. Others have tried claiming the Stolen Lands in the past and come to regret that choice.


Male Skink
VITALS:
AC: 19, T: 15, FF: 15; HP: 17/17; F:4, R:7, W:2 (+2 vs poison); CMB +0; CMD 14; Init: +4; Perc: +7
Vivisectionist 2
SKILLS:
Acro +3(+7 jump),Climb +11,Craft (alch)+13,DD+6,Escape Artist +5,K.(nature) +9,Perc +7,SoH +8(+14 to hide on body),Stealth +21,Survival +7,Swim +11,UMD +4

SM: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (14) + 5 = 19
Perc: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (4) + 5 = 9

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Female Faun 0 [ S9, A12, I11, W9 ] [ Health 9/9 | Damage 0 | Def 12 | Move 12 |Percep 12 (Shadowsight) ] [ Insanity: 0 | Corruption: 0 | Fortune: No | Status: Normal ]

Kejal walks back over to Evan, finding him talking to both another man and an elf. "The juxtaposition here between the noblemen and so-called monstrous races is something to behold." She says to Evan. With a quick look towards Wiki, she continues slyly "Perhaps your dreams of equality are closer than you think."

Looking to the new faces, she nods, and gives a friendly smile. "Dawn's Greetings. I'm Kejal." she says simply.

Perception: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (2) + 10 = 12
Sense Motive: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (18) + 8 = 26

She narrows her eyes slightly at Nydia when the girl looks away. "Curious." she thinks to herself. It was strange to see someone who wasn't a Varn girl looking like they were one. Shaking her head, she turns back towards Evan. "I heard others talking about claiming the Stolen Lands," she says, cocking her head. "Hardly seems fitting for Liberty's Edge to participate in forging a new kingdom, rather than assisting the old ones, don't you think?"


Male Half-Orc Ranger (Tanglebriar Demonslayer, Trapper) 3 | HP 32/32 | AC 18 TO 13 FF 15 | F +6 R +8 W +5; +1 vs Spells/SLA/Su from Evil Outsiders | CMD 19 | Init +3 | Perc +8 (+9 to pierce a demon's disguise, +10 to find hidden objects inc. secret doors and traps) DV | Trapfinding +1, Favored Enemy (Attack, Damage, Bluff, Knowledge, Perception, Sense Motive, Survival) Evil Outsiders +2, Favored Terrain (Init, Geography, Perception, Stealth, Survival) Urban +2

Perception: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (6) + 5 = 11

Sense Motive: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (8) + 1 = 9

Shogunto still looks around, trying to find a person of interest - and absolutely misses Nydia, Varn and any details about them. It's surprising the Orc even knows where his own longspear is. Distracted, he scratches his head, and for a second his mind wonders if the inn is making their famous deer stew today. He could easily eat three bowls!


Perception Evan: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (20) + 4 = 24
Sense Motive Evan: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (13) + 4 = 17
Perception Nave: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (17) + 4 = 21
Sense Motive Nave: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (1) + 4 = 5

Knowledge Local: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (4) + 6 = 10

Liberty's Edge

Male Human Rogue 1

1d20 + 12 ⇒ (5) + 12 = 17 Perception
1d20 + 10 ⇒ (8) + 10 = 18 Sense Motive

Gideon turns at the sound of the voice, and acknowledges Kejals' approach, he slightly bows, and give her his best beaming smile, then turns and looks between her and Evan.

"Well then...That's heaven's loss. Gideon Dawnbringer, pleased to make your acquaintance under more...well...civilized conditions".


"Nice to meet you Nydia." Evan holds out his hand to grab hers and then bows to kiss her hand. "Magnar Varn you say? Will he be leading the mission then? I heard he lost his wife, such a sad thing. That must have been difficult for all you close to him, right? I hope I won't have to experience those close to me being torn away way too soon." Evan looks over at Kejal for a moment. He hopes to get closer to her, to win her love, and never lose her, though he knows that elves lives much longer than humans so if they do become a couple she might lose him while she still has a lot of life left.

At Kejal's question Evan answers in a gentle tone. "Freedom should be found in new places as well as old. I think spreading justice and goodness is a worthy cause no matter where it is."


Male Skink
VITALS:
AC: 19, T: 15, FF: 15; HP: 17/17; F:4, R:7, W:2 (+2 vs poison); CMB +0; CMD 14; Init: +4; Perc: +7
Vivisectionist 2
SKILLS:
Acro +3(+7 jump),Climb +11,Craft (alch)+13,DD+6,Escape Artist +5,K.(nature) +9,Perc +7,SoH +8(+14 to hide on body),Stealth +21,Survival +7,Swim +11,UMD +4

That made Beads laugh. People can still say that with a straight face?
"Hahaha! Good one!"
chittering clicking noises

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Hobgoblin fighter 1, AC-18 FF-13 T-15, hp-20, F+3, R+5, W+2, Perc +4, Init +5

"I think we should see what Lard Magnar is here for. He has a good reputation."
Reafil glances around, trying to get a sense of the social dynamics.

Sense Motive: 1d20 + 0 ⇒ (5) + 0 = 5
Know (nob): 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (6) + 8 = 14

Seeing the knot of people by the food table, he takes a closer look.
Perception: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (12) + 4 = 16
Know(local): 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (6) + 11 = 17
Sense motive: 1d20 + 0 ⇒ (18) + 0 = 18

"There Shongunto," Reafil whispers indicating the group, " the woman they are talking to appears to be associated with Magnar's daughters. perhaps a good source of information."

With that Reafil begins making his way in that direction.


Schub looked around, lot’s a different races, hobgoblin, human, orc. A little bit of everything. Let’s go see Jarx. Warmblood will find me, not many kobolds here, especially one as white as me.

Just close enough to hear about the spider Schub slowly walks toward Jarx.

Stealth: 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (3) + 13 = 16

Watch out Jarx, it’s a giant tarantula, it’s after your tail. Schub whispers in his ear. At the same time he gives Jarx his tail a soft kick.

Who is woman with scales? Grabbing the woman’s hand he gives her a two-handed handshake. I’m Schub and you?

Liberty's Edge

Female Orphidian Herbalist 1

I shake Schub's hand. I am Sahisysha, I'm guessing Thrick told you about that given Jarx doesn't like talking about it.


HP 15/15 | AC/T/FF 14/14/10 | Initiative +3 | Perception +7 | Fort +1 / Refl+3 / Will+7 | Defensive Casting +10 | Spell Penetration +1 | Grit 4/4

Perception: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (18) + 7 = 25

Seeing how his now dimwit son tried to sneak on him and then even dared to stomp on his tail, Jarx felt irritated "Ah, there you are... and stop stomping on my tail! I clearly saw you Schub! Leaving your father here all alone and for what? These people all being so noise and picky about their things" Jarx mutters the last words in the end

"And that spider was big enough to have its own category, I say. Thats what you get when you dont give enough attention to raising, hmph" chiming just so as an opinion "Yes, she is Sahisysha, an old acquaintance from long time. Time to time asking for something to be done or some help with magic. At least I am not telling anything about that Enlarge-spell incident!" Jarx dryly adds to get his own small revenge

Liberty's Edge

Female Orphidian Herbalist 1

"Oh go ahead. That one's hilarious. Just keep in mind to tell nothing but the truth, I have more stories too"


Male Half-Orc Ranger (Tanglebriar Demonslayer, Trapper) 3 | HP 32/32 | AC 18 TO 13 FF 15 | F +6 R +8 W +5; +1 vs Spells/SLA/Su from Evil Outsiders | CMD 19 | Init +3 | Perc +8 (+9 to pierce a demon's disguise, +10 to find hidden objects inc. secret doors and traps) DV | Trapfinding +1, Favored Enemy (Attack, Damage, Bluff, Knowledge, Perception, Sense Motive, Survival) Evil Outsiders +2, Favored Terrain (Init, Geography, Perception, Stealth, Survival) Urban +2

- Hm...? Oh yes, yes.

The Orc follows Reafil and starts paying close attention to what's being said.

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