Hobbes 'Rat Trap' Bitterleaf |
Hobbes fires another pair of arrows at the leader goblin. "You are gonna pay for that Gobby."
Rapid: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (9) + 8 = 17
1d6 ⇒ 1
Rapid: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (11) + 8 = 19
1d6 ⇒ 4
Hila the Orphan |
** spoiler omitted **
Sigrun Jagrsdottir |
Drawing one of the throwing axe in her belt kept concealed by her cloak, Sigrun misjudges her throw, the axe thunking into the roof of a house.
1d20 + 6 ⇒ (2) + 6 = 8
1d6 + 4 ⇒ (4) + 4 = 8
Lyosha Neverhome |
Neverhome draws the farmer's handaxe and charges at one of the ground goblins.
Charge: 1d20 + 5 + 1 + 2 ⇒ (17) + 5 + 1 + 2 = 25
Damage: 1d6 + 2 ⇒ (4) + 2 = 6
Zsestrian Raven |
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"Maybe this is better than an handaxe?" Zses adds tentatively, handing the barbarian Silence's Naginata: hopefully, she won't throw it in the opposite direction like he did last time.
Standard Action: Cast Fly on Sigrun, +2 to Fly checks
Move Action: Hand (Draw?) Naginata
Your Benevolent Dictator |
Percy Silvershaper |
Percy shakes her head. Have fun.
Then she turns to the Oni and asks, What is the origin of the flag you fly over your establishment?
Sigrun Jagrsdottir |
With a vicious grin Sigrun launches into an aerial charge swooping in behind the lead goblin to skewer him on Silence's weapon.
1d20 + 6 - 4 + 2 ⇒ (16) + 6 - 4 + 2 = 20
1d8 + 4 ⇒ (5) + 4 = 9
"You had your chance!" she growls in skald.
Hobbes 'Rat Trap' Bitterleaf |
Hobbes fires off more shots at the running goblins.
Rapid: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (3) + 8 = 11
Rapid: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (3) + 8 = 11
Lyosha Neverhome |
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Charge: 1d20 + 5 + 1 + 2 ⇒ (10) + 5 + 1 + 2 = 18
Damage: 1d6 + 2 ⇒ (6) + 2 = 8
Crow, the sparkliest raven |
Are we still in combat?
He doesn't say a word, just humming to himself as Sigrun charges in the air and starts cleaving gobbos in two.
'Silence' |
Poison? I thought we were here for tea.
He said blandly doing his best not to make a face. He was more than a little confused. He did take a look at the tray holding the exotic tea leaves. . . His whiskers would have been twitching if he had some.
He slowly and carefully reached forward lifting up the wooden container and holding it close to his nose... He inhaled deeply his eyes closed letting the aroma fully enmesh itself into his mind.
This smells like Jasmine green, I will have this if it pleases you." he said with a smile.
Percy Silvershaper |
Do you get many fae there? The symbol resembles a fae design.
[Ooc] Taking ten on bluff to seem cool and confident and knowledgeable about teas for a 18.
Sigrun Jagrsdottir |
Shaking the skewered corpse off Silence's naginata, Sigrun flies down to the ground with a grin.
Lyosha Neverhome |
Your Benevolent Dictator |
Loot
Potion - resist energy (cold) x3
Potion - cure light wounds x1
Potion - jump x1
Small +1 adaptable composite longbow x1
28gp
Hobbes 'Rat Trap' Bitterleaf |
Hobbes will happily take the bow. Hopefully no one in the party would do something to mess this up for him.
Percy Silvershaper |
Percy shakes her head. I mean in Chu Ye. I'd like to know the symbolism behind that interesting flag of yours.
Sigrun Jagrsdottir |
Lyosha Neverhome |
Your Benevolent Dictator |
Zsestrian Raven |
Oh, right, she can't understand me...
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Like Ringeirr says, the witch takes cover to not be spotted by the "Mirror Man".
I wonder what these Mirror Men actually are...some sort of constructs, I guess? After what we've seen with the soulbound doll, though, I really can't be sure...
Stealth?: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (13) + 2 = 15
Lyosha Neverhome |
At Ringeirr's words Neverhome tries to make himself scarce but he's used to snowy and natural environs, not the streets of a city.
Hila the Orphan |
Hila looks at odd Zsestrian while holding onto her bleeding wound, sniffling. She then looks to Vashti.
'Silence' |
He asked calmly (for him) while waiting for the tea host to return with the wonderful brew. He couldnt get over how fair of skin and form she was, poets wrote about such beauty back home. By the spirits he was almost inspired to try his paw at it.
Allie Silvershaper |
Allie was just about to answer when she was told to hide. She sunk into the shadows and stayed quiet.
stealth: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (17) + 2 = 19
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Your Benevolent Dictator |
@Freji: The barkeep returns with your tea as Greta responds. "I was born here, to the former captain of the guard. Before Logrivich came, I was next in line for the position. I don't blame them for passing me over, though: can't beat a Dragon for pure power and authority." She gives a sigh.
Allie Silvershaper |
Allie sighed, acting out of breath. "I simply became faint and they did what they were supposed to. They began tending to me. I feel better now. Thank you for your concern."
Bluff: 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (13) + 13 = 26
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'Silence' |
Or greed, or probably abuse of authority, or any manner of reasons i can imagine you would be a good captain yes yes.
He began lifting up the tea and inhaling it deeply. If he were in his proper form he would purring and tail swaying. as it were he looked content.
Hot Tea in the cup
Aromatic Sensations
Brings you in to peace
He said reciting some of his father's favorite haiku, not that she would be familiar with that art form probably he blushed and opened his eyes.
Surely you have questions of me. yes yes? By all means ask away, I hold no secrets.
He said almost coloring more when his foot brushed against hers.
Percy Silvershaper |
Percy nods in appreciation. I can respect that. Appreciate it even. She lifts her tea in toast, then lets the keeper continue to his other customers while she listens in on Silence's conversation, just in case she had to... contain... him.
Your Benevolent Dictator |
"You are uninjured, and I don't recognize the insignia on your robes. What is really going on?"
Allie Silvershaper |
Allie sighs impatiently. "Of course Im uninjured. I am hungry and I felt faint, as I said. I got these from a traveling trader. I liked the blood red color. Whats with all the questions?"
Bluff: 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (9) + 13 = 22
Hobbes 'Rat Trap' Bitterleaf |
"Yea, you questioning your better? She's obviously tellin' the truth."
Aid: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (18) + 3 = 21
'Silence' |
'ive never met one of our kind who hails from there. Is it quite cold and snowy?' He ran her words through his head again and smiled confused on how to well fully respond. For a split second he had completely forgotten she thought he was a winter wolf. It was... disheartening to say the least.
bluff to keep straight face: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (15) + 1 = 16
Along the Wall of Heaven from the southern parts of Quain all the way up to Ordu Aganhei the mountains are snow covered so much so even in the summer you can see your breath, and the northern lands of Hongal is a land of icy tundra and semi frozen scrublands. There are two permanent settlements in that land. Ordu Aganhei is indeed where all of the caravans that travel across the frozen lands to reach this land, those that travel by sail usually do so through Goka, a city built in a break in the wall of heaven.
He paused to take a sip of tea. He was almost looking through her now, as he spoke of his home, it was quite obvious he was thinking of home.
He began to speak of the provinces within the land, split asunder by the fall of the empire of Lung Wa..from the strangely colonial Amanandar with its newly installed Taldan influences, to the revolutionary lands ruled by the bloodthirsty Grandmother Pei. The lands of Chu Ye, ruled by the Oni, those that ran this tea shop, to the sorcerous kingdom of Dtang Ma.He spoke of the Kami filled forest of spirits, to the peaceful nation of flowers Hwanggot. Kwanlai, Kaolang and Jinin were mentioned, bastions of the Tengu, monsterous Hobgoblins and other creatures, and even elves respectively ruling those lands.
He described the great clay armys of Lingshen, the crazy and mysterious island of Minata to the serpentine empire in Nagajor.There were more but his voice caught for a moment when he mentioned Minkai... his beautiful beloved home. The pain of homesickness crashed into him for the first time in what seemed forever but finally he continued on.
It is.... a wonderful place my home. But then again so is these lands. There are not a lot of pretty girls like you back home. I am glad to have met you.
Your Benevolent Dictator |
Eredhaias Aid: 1d20 - 2 ⇒ (20) - 2 = 18
Zses Aid: 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (13) - 1 = 12
Vashti Aid: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (17) + 2 = 19
"Apologies, mistress. You may proceed." With a final look at everyone, the Mirror Man continues on its way. Once it's gone, Ringeirr breathes a deep sigh of relief.
'Silence' |
Your Benevolent Dictator |
After Sigrun concluded her wrestling match with a certain thug...
Eredhaias begins to argue with his sword again. From what you can gather from the one-sided conversation, it's not happy that you got involved with a 'worthless peasant.' Realizing that it's best to make themselves scarce, the rest of party slips away while the Elf is distracted. He knows where they're headed, and it'll be easier for one person to slip into the city, anyway. (the bluff check I rolled for him in my previous post will be explained shortly as it involves him rejoining the group)
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If this is to your liking, we can speed through your experience after you enter the city. You'll rejoin the group with a little bit of insider knowledge that will make everyone's life slightly easier as we continue the main plot of the AP. Including a meeting with your mother is, of course, entirely optional. She may even have died while you were gone. :-)
'Silence' |
Zsestrian Raven |
"That was close...are there a lot of these mirror men going around, Ringeirr?"
Eredhaias Malynneil |
That works perfect for me. IF I'm to understand this right, the suggestion is for him to basically go in the almost proverbial front door? Just making sure I understand things right.
The old shakes his head slowly while holding his cloak tight to him, concealing the grip of the pommel. His breath is icy in the Northern air.
"You just had to make sure I returned in grand fashion, huh?" he grumbles. "Not even sure if the crazed woman is still alive even. All I know is stories about her. Still, if a meeting will get us in...there are worse things?"
Your Benevolent Dictator |
The guard at the front gate asks you the routine "Name and purpose of visit?" At your answer, he visibly straightens up. "Welcome home, Master Eredhaias. My condolences on your loss. Will you be staying long?"
Eredhaias Malynneil |
The elf's eyes narrow, as he approach the man, keeping the cloak tight.
Damnable circumstances...Not only was I recognized, but also by name...Damn.
Approaching close to the guard, he maintains a tone as quiet and as deadly as the oncoming storm.
"Your..condolences,...Guardsman?...what...happened?"
As he speaks more, his teeth are coming closer and closer to a gritted state. Irritation at being recognized, in being back at this frozen hell. His father, not doubt, had been right in this case.
'Silence' |
He was silent for a moment. He shouldnt be so forward, it wasnt proper.
"I would... I mean. If you have the time I would love to take you all over the world. We have business here in Whitethrone...yes yes but afterwords world travel. I dont see why you couldnt be involved in that. In a few short years since I left home i have seen so many amazing things...
He trailed off for a moment coloring a bit. He didnt know how long he had, but he certainly didnt want to change right here in public.
The tea was very good, the company twice as fine. You have my thanks Greta.
Hobbes 'Rat Trap' Bitterleaf |
"Yea, that was too close."
Percy Silvershaper |
She takes to producing tiny balls of fire from the rainbow flames of her arms and rolling them about in her hands. Funny how this fire didn't hurt while the effects of mundane fire still hurt her every minute of every day. She wonders in passing in anyone mistook her for one of those Elemental-kin. No one had mentioned it before. Then again, the flames had never been as strong as this before. Her arms glowed along their parched and peeling cracks like embers more often than not now, and her sleeveless clothes did a find job of accenting that fact. She would have to remember to thank Hobbes later.