Team Sabrina (Inactive)

Game Master JasonX


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For several weeks, excitement has been building in Kenabres—Armasse is coming! Traditionally an opportunity for scholars and priests to come together to study the lessons of history from wars past, since Aroden’s death, this holy day has become more about training commoners in weaponry, choosing squires, and ordaining new priests. Over time, Armasse has grown to encompass jousting competitions, mock duels, battle reenactments, and other festival events. In Kenabres, the festival (which takes place on 16 Arodus) is eagerly anticipated, for it provides distractions from the horrors of being on the front line of the war. Smiles on faces normally marred by downcast eyes and furrowed brows do wonders for city morale in the weeks leading up to the event.

Armasse is a citywide celebration, but the majority of the event, including its jousting matches and other entertainments, takes place at Clydwell Plaza, just west of the cathedral. Each of you are in attendance near the cathedral’s facade. You've been lucky enough to get good spots to observe the opening ceremonies at noon.


CG Halfling Arcanist (Blade Adept) 1/Investigator (Empiricist) 2/Swashbuckler (Inspired Blade) 1 (gesault) | HP 18 | Init +6 | AC 16; T 16; FF 11 | Fort +3, Ref +8, Will +4 (+2 vs. fear) | Perception +11 (+1 vs traps)

for Sabrine:
It doesn't take long for the weight of the journey to wear on Davin. He peels his pack off and produces a bedroll from it laying it near the fire. Once everything is settled, he returns to his pack, this time producing a blanket. He moves over to his ward wrapping her in the blanket with a gentle smile. "Thank you, for your kindness."
Pulling his hands away, he returns to his side of the fire sliding into the bedroll. His hand slips down to his side, hand gripping the crossbow hidden on his hip, as he quickly drifts into a peaceful sleep.


Darros wandered the streets of Kenabres, feeling uncomfortable. The influence of Baphomet was much stronger here and he knew his looks raised suspicions. He had already noticed paladins scrutinizing him, but ignored them as he was secure in his righteousness.
The traitor is near, I can sense it. Of course he has fled here to the proximity of his blasphemous master.
Unfortunately there seemed to be some sort of celebration being prepared and the streets were crowded. No matter, he would start searching the inns to see if anyone had seen another of his race come into the city.

Appearance:

The blood of Tayros runs true in Darros's lineage, and as such he looks like a classic minotaur. The only thing differentiating him from his more bestial cousins is his size. Though he is large for most humanoids, he is no where near the massive size of a minotaur. His eyes are also a give away, as they lack the seething rage that is common in minotaurs. His fur is a glossy black with reddish highlights and his horns are startling white in contrast. One could almost mistake him for a paladin of Iomedae as his armor is emblazoned with her holy symbol and he wears a silver holy symbol about his neck.

Silver Crusade

LG Female half Celestial angel-blooded aasimar (angelkin) paladin 11/Marshal 6 HP 214 / 214 | AC: 30, T: 17, FF: 25, CMD: 38 | Saves F +26, R +21, W +25 | Init +13 | Darkvision 60 ft.; Perception +13 | LoH left: 20/day | Status: Normal

Dot


Male Aasimar Fighter, ex-Monk, ex-Cleric | HP 28/28 | AC 17 TO 17 FF 13 (CSFD -2/+5) | F +8 R +5 W +5 | CMD 20 | Acid 5 Cold 5 Elec 5 | Init +3 | Perc +7 DV

Just dotting... Finishing last details of the spreadsheet with the GM :)

Silver Crusade

LG Female half Celestial angel-blooded aasimar (angelkin) paladin 11/Marshal 6 HP 214 / 214 | AC: 30, T: 17, FF: 25, CMD: 38 | Saves F +26, R +21, W +25 | Init +13 | Darkvision 60 ft.; Perception +13 | LoH left: 20/day | Status: Normal

Davin:

Sabrina was happy for the blanket, she smiles at the gesture. she remained awake, staring out the mouth of the small cave they cohse for shelter.

she watched for danger. keeping the little one protected. soon she saw him doze off to sleep.

she remained vigilant for as long as she could but soon she too succumbed to her fatigue and drifted to sleep.

the night's rest was suddenly interrupted and Sabrina's eyes popped open, sweat FATHER! she cried out waking herself up from her dream.

The dreams still linger.


Female Elf Wizard (primalist) and Spellscar Oracle 3 (Gestalt) HP 30/30 | AC 17 T 13 FF 14 | CMD 14 | F +3 R +5 W +3 | Init +3| Perc +1

Chaïa wiggles restlessly in her seat in one of the higher rows of the bleachers overlooking the lists. Knowing that a lame wizard would only further exasperate people caught in the crowds, she took pains to arrive early, even though most of the celebrations are not quite her style of entertainment. The irony of wistfully observing historical changes in a holiday dedicated to the study of the past does amuse her, though, and she knows that broadening the festival’s appeal has offered another opportunity to keep up the spirits of the less academically inclined crusaders.

Watching as the opposite stands fill up, people squeezing in or by to meet friends who’ve saved them seats, she sometimes catches sight of a friendly face to greet with a wave and a smile, a handful of scholars and a few former patients grateful for Calistria’s healing blessing. More coolly, she exchanges nods with one or two higher-ranking crusaders she’s had dealings with before. The unwelcome reminder of how her unorthodox magic is sometimes viewed rankles. Madwoman. Impossible. Dangerous. Damned witch, even. Suppressing a sigh, Chaïa tries to shake off the mood, and, knowing it will be a while before the opening ceremonies, tries to amuse herself by testing her memory of the readings she’s been working on for her spell research. Right. According to Fionnuala’s Principles, the first step in the evocation of force is…

She should really visit her foster family for the occasion, she knows, even if her brother is a stick-in-the-mud. After all, the holiday will help keep both of them on their best behaviour. Her sister will probably be out with the other members of her unit, who will probably not be eager for civilian company, and her parents will have their hands full with their own household. It will all be over soon anyway, Chaïa reassures herself, already in imagination half-ensconced in her library.


CG Halfling Arcanist (Blade Adept) 1/Investigator (Empiricist) 2/Swashbuckler (Inspired Blade) 1 (gesault) | HP 18 | Init +6 | AC 16; T 16; FF 11 | Fort +3, Ref +8, Will +4 (+2 vs. fear) | Perception +11 (+1 vs traps)

Appearance:
Davin is a average height halfling in his mid 40's. He keeps a dark colored cloak wrapped tightly around his body while adventuring beyond the wall. Hair as dark as the night sky crowns his head, drooping over his ears and parted to keep it from covering his eyes. It's pressed close and clings to his olive skin. Resting over a hawk like nose are a pair of mismatched eyes, one a dark brown, its twin a silvery blue.

Sabrine:
Davin is awakened instantly rolling away from the fire and into the darkness of the cave, a mechanical clicking can be heard from the shadows as Davin's hand quickly finds the lever and arms his crossbow. He steadies his aim at the mouth of the cave. All of this done in an instant by reflex, before his ears even hear the words.

Davin walks the streets of the festival. His eyes scan the streets, looking not at the shops and stands of the celebration, but instead look deep into the alleys and side streets. His mission, to find the war orphan that he overheard the guards speaking of. A child that stole a bowl of food from a cart and disappeared into the alley. Davin reaches his arms into his cloak unconsciously testing the weight of his packs. A handful of coins in one, and enough rations to feed a knight for a week in the other.

Silver Crusade

LG Female half Celestial angel-blooded aasimar (angelkin) paladin 11/Marshal 6 HP 214 / 214 | AC: 30, T: 17, FF: 25, CMD: 38 | Saves F +26, R +21, W +25 | Init +13 | Darkvision 60 ft.; Perception +13 | LoH left: 20/day | Status: Normal

Davin:

Sabrina looks to the halfling. War is coming. That offer, to return to the city, it still stands right?

after a pause, I have a stop to make first, In the Worldwound. she turns to look at Davin, you may join me, then to Kenebras right after.

Sabrina was cloaked her face and any symbols of her position or her family, covered. she comes behind Davin, munching on a warm muffin. I brought you one as well she says offering it to her small friend.


CG Halfling Arcanist (Blade Adept) 1/Investigator (Empiricist) 2/Swashbuckler (Inspired Blade) 1 (gesault) | HP 18 | Init +6 | AC 16; T 16; FF 11 | Fort +3, Ref +8, Will +4 (+2 vs. fear) | Perception +11 (+1 vs traps)

Sabrine:
"Always, whenever you are ready." He shakes off the startled adrenaline pumping through his body, trying to hide his shock.

"My thanks." Davin takes the muffin and feels its warmth. "You're looking much better. A fresh bath and proper food with do that for you I guess. You haven't seen a little orphan girl come by recently have you?"

Silver Crusade

LG Female half Celestial angel-blooded aasimar (angelkin) paladin 11/Marshal 6 HP 214 / 214 | AC: 30, T: 17, FF: 25, CMD: 38 | Saves F +26, R +21, W +25 | Init +13 | Darkvision 60 ft.; Perception +13 | LoH left: 20/day | Status: Normal

Davin:

this is the point Sabrina would move to the backstory in the Alias.

where she acquires her mark and new sword. I guess Davin would be knowledgeable of all that if he was there.

She looks about and shakes her head No, why do you seek her?


After the third inn, Darros gave up. With the festival, it was impossible to get information. Besides, he doubted the traitor would make himself known.

Oh well, I might as well see what all the fuss is about

With that, Darros headed towards the cathedral to get a good spot.


Male Aasimar Fighter, ex-Monk, ex-Cleric | HP 28/28 | AC 17 TO 17 FF 13 (CSFD -2/+5) | F +8 R +5 W +5 | CMD 20 | Acid 5 Cold 5 Elec 5 | Init +3 | Perc +7 DV

Allyo was near the cathedral, admiring the stonework, when he saw the minotaur-like creature approaching.

Oh my, oh my, aren't you unique, my friend? - he said, very friendly. Allyo was clearly dressed as a paladin and was probably the most handsome Human walking around there, with a big silver holy symbol with the figure of a monarch in it.

Different than the other paladins, however, Shan looked to be a lot less judgmental, and genuinely curious. He extended his hand.

Nice to meet you. I am Allyo Shan, of Desna. - announced in a somewhat proud tone, but not too loud - Are you in Kenabres for the festivities? - he completed with a smile.


Darros stopped short at the unexpected greeting. A bit nonplussed by the very different reaction, he didn't know how to respond.
"Uh-excuse me?" He stuttered out. "I am unsure what you mean. I am Darros and I have just recently arrived. I know very little of what this festival is for. I just came to Kenabres looking for another of my race that is here somewhere."


OK, I need each person to check in with the following information:
1) How long have you been in Kenabres or did you just arrive today.
2) If you've been here for any period of time, where are you staying.

Silver Crusade

LG Female half Celestial angel-blooded aasimar (angelkin) paladin 11/Marshal 6 HP 214 / 214 | AC: 30, T: 17, FF: 25, CMD: 38 | Saves F +26, R +21, W +25 | Init +13 | Darkvision 60 ft.; Perception +13 | LoH left: 20/day | Status: Normal

Sabrina and Davin arrived together just that morning I believe. unless Davin had other ideas


Female Elf Wizard (primalist) and Spellscar Oracle 3 (Gestalt) HP 30/30 | AC 17 T 13 FF 14 | CMD 14 | F +3 R +5 W +3 | Init +3| Perc +1

Chaïa's lived in Kenabres for about the past hundred years or so. :)

That said, given when elves reach the age of majority, I imagine she's only been on her own for a few years. I'd like to think that she has rooms in the south part of the Ring District, overlooking that lovely pond that we see on the map on p. 10 of the Player's Guide. On that note, I took the liberty in Chaïa's background of assuming there would be at least a small shrine to Calistria somewhere in Kenabres, so alternatively, as an oracle who connects her powers to the elven goddess, she could be staying somewhere in the vicinity of such a place.


You are suddenly in a dark place. Your heads throb with thunderous headaches. Your ears ring. Your’re having trouble breathing. After a few moments, the sounds of rocks clattering, coughing, and moans of pain, as well as the choking smell of dust, become apparent as your senses seem to return, but it remains pitch black. Feeling around in the darkness, you feel rubble all around you, and realize that your bodies are covered in dirt and filth. Despite the general aches and pains, you do not seem to be damaged.

anyone with Darkvision or that makes a light:

you see that you are in a large underground cavern, one wall of which is an enormous mound of rubble. The air is filled with dust, and now and then small rockslides of gravel tumble down the mound.


Male Aasimar Fighter, ex-Monk, ex-Cleric | HP 28/28 | AC 17 TO 17 FF 13 (CSFD -2/+5) | F +8 R +5 W +5 | CMD 20 | Acid 5 Cold 5 Elec 5 | Init +3 | Perc +7 DV

Oh, I think I'd have seen another of your race, my friend, but I...

Allyo was answering Darros when he got interrupted by the sudden darkness. The headache and confusion took him hard, and he felt the voices in his head were screaming more and more, much more than the usual. He feared this was the moment he'd become completely crazy.

Finally, however, it stopped... Even if temporarily. The voices were still speaking in his shattered psyche, but back to their usual "calm". The paladin focused and pulled his sword and shield, looking around and trying to help people stand up. Instinctively, he started to try to find the presence of evil.

Using Detect Evil. I have Darkvision. Allyo had been in the city for the past two or three weeks, but no more than that - and I imagine in his travels it's not the first time he had been to Kenabres, although he isn't "natively familiar" with the place.


Just arrived late morning.

Darros starts awake and grasps his ax. Looking around he notices other forms, but no light or clue as to how he got here. The man that had started talking to him is near, so he figures that there was some sort of cave-in. Darros begins checking himself for injuries as well as gathering his things.


CG Halfling Arcanist (Blade Adept) 1/Investigator (Empiricist) 2/Swashbuckler (Inspired Blade) 1 (gesault) | HP 18 | Init +6 | AC 16; T 16; FF 11 | Fort +3, Ref +8, Will +4 (+2 vs. fear) | Perception +11 (+1 vs traps)

Davin has lived here since he was a child. His home was destroyed about 35 years ago, and his family came here as refugees. Now an adult, Davin has inherited a small house from his parents. though only a tiny 1 bedroom home, he has turned it into a small orphanage. Though he lives in town, he spends most of his time beyond the wall looking for anyone who is lost in the wilderness beyond. He only just returned from an extended trip this morning as Sabrine stated.

His eyes still dutifully dart down each side street and alley, but Davin tries to keep his face calm and friendly as though he is enjoying the festival with his new friend. He masks the concern for the missing girl rather well, an accomplished liar being just one of many talents from darker days.

That mask falls quickly as his whole world goes dark. Davin hands grip his temples fingers clawing through his hair as though they're trying to claw whatever is pounding in his hea out. The whole world fades away into a sea of agony. Then it fades as suddenly as it came on. His senses slowly return, as he hears the shrikes and panicked yells of the nearby people. Then he feels the rocks laying on his chest. He cautiously takes a labored breath happy to learn his lungs have not been crushed, only to begin coughing out the dust and debris he likely swallowed. Between coughs he fights to call out a single word, "Sabrine?"


Female Elf Wizard (primalist) and Spellscar Oracle 3 (Gestalt) HP 30/30 | AC 17 T 13 FF 14 | CMD 14 | F +3 R +5 W +3 | Init +3| Perc +1

Chaïa comes to, part of her mind already trying to account for the seconds of lost time that stretch emptily in her memory, even as her body registers the darkness around her, the splinters and rubble that cover her. Gathering her strength, she lifts herself up through her aches and bruises, shaking dust and debris from her robes. With a quiet but confident incantation, she lights the hilt of her rapier with a cantrip, and takes a look around wherever she is.

The light at her hip casts weird shadows around the cavern, and Chaïa calls out recklessly, still a bit dazed, “Is anybody there? Anyone hurt?” Realizing she has no idea how far underground she is, she eyes the unstable rubble wall to one side and offers a quick prayer to her goddesses in thanks for her miraculous survival. A moment later her thoughts hurry in another direction. Was it a miracle? She’s never been prone to blackouts before… She reaches within herself, and examines herself and the cavern wall more closely. Any chance she might be able to tell if she got to where she is entirely naturally? She’ll use detect magic to see if there’s any lingering aura of something that might explain why she blacked out, or how she managed to get this far below ground unharmed. Knowledge (arcana): 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (20) + 8 = 28


Chaia:
You are quite certain that someone cast feather fall on you.

I'm just waiting for Sabrina for this part and then I will post the next part


As you hear people start to move about and some produce light, your heads clear and with that memory comes flooding back. Armasse officially began at noon, with the blessing of the festival by Lord Hulrun himself, ruler of Kenabres. The crowd gathered in Clydwell Plaza quieted as the aged inquisitor took the stage, clad in shining, resplendent armor. He cleared his throat, but just as he was about to speak, a bright light shone from the west, as if the sun were rising from the wrong direction. Hulrun’s shadow fell huge and distorted across the cathedral’s facade. A moment later, the sound of a thunderous explosion ripped through the air and earth, along with a violent tremor. To the west, the fortress known as the Kite—the location of Kenabres’s wardstone—had vanished. In its place, a brilliant plume of red fire, lightning, and smoke erupted into the heavens. A moment later, a powerful roar accompanied a welcome sight rising from the crowd—Kenabres’s greatest guardian, the ancient silver dragon Terendelev, who had until that moment been attending the opening ceremony disguised as a human. Above, another form appeared, as nightmarish as the dragon was breathtaking. A humanoid shape three times the size of any man, with skin coated in fire and lightning, gripped a flaming sword and whip. The creature’s identity was immediately obvious:
Khorramzadeh, the Storm King of the Worldwound, had come to Kenabres!

As the ground continued to shake and disgorge demons into the streets, the dragon and the balor lord clashed above. The fight was over in a few harrowing moments, as the balor cut deep into Terendelev’s body, swooping down to strike the dragon and arresting her charge. A few more blows, and the titanic duo spiraled downward toward the crowd. The sight of the dragon smashing into the facade of the Cathedral of St. Clydwell is one no witness would ever forget. At that moment, a titanic demon erupted at the far end of the plaza, reducing several buildings to ruins as it smashed into this world. The rift it created shot across the plaza, and this time there was no escape—it opened below your feet, angling away into darkness. Even as you fell, the dragon noticed your plight. Though she saw death standing over her, she seized this final chance to save a few more souls. After she uttered a few arcane words and stretched out a bleeding talon, you felt her magic take hold of you, slowing your plummet into the darkness as if you were feathers falling into a pit. Yet the fall remained as inexorable, and as you drifted downward into the depths, the last thing you saw was the Storm King standing before the ancient silver dragon, his sword lashing out and cleaving full through her neck. As her severed head fell, the rift above you slammed shut, and the light of the world above was gone.


Male Aasimar Fighter, ex-Monk, ex-Cleric | HP 28/28 | AC 17 TO 17 FF 13 (CSFD -2/+5) | F +8 R +5 W +5 | CMD 20 | Acid 5 Cold 5 Elec 5 | Init +3 | Perc +7 DV

Now his forever-confusing memory started to come back to its normal state of multiple shouting voices, the paladin looked down, for a moment, as if trying to pull more air back to his breathless body. Finally back breathing normally, he didn't take time to moan; instead, in his sadness, started chanting a prayer for Desna.

The darkness belongs to her, lady of the stars.

As he was chanting, very slowly and in low volume, he wandered around worried about helping people stand up and recover. His shattered mind had multiple speeches at the same time, but he was trained to ignore them and focus on the task at hand.

Terendelev fell, but I seek no revenge. I seek peace for the people of Kenabres, and for the others I offer redemption. That is the will of the Monarch.

He repeated for himself, but in enough tone to be listened by others. Humble, he would repeatedly knee near whoever else had fallen there to offer his helping hand.


All characters who are newly arrived (this day) and have not rented a room yet have all of their gear. Everyone else please note what you would have had with you (please be honest) if you had a place to store your gear. Note that in the case of arms and armor it is standard to be wearing it all over Kenabres because of the constant threat of demons.

As you gather up your belongings and look around, you realize how narrow your escape from destruction was. Your are at the base of a pile of rubble. The collapsed remains of the pit into which you had fallen. Interspersed with the rubble are crushed bodies of other citizens that did not have the same fortune as you.

Looking around you see there are eight of you that have survived. Aside from the strangers (your party) there is a rough looking man closest to the rubble, one of his legs buried under a large rock, grimacing in pain. An older man with burns across his face and bleeding eye sockets. And a pudgy middle aged man in what were once very expensive clothes standing and muttering to himself.


Male Aasimar Fighter, ex-Monk, ex-Cleric | HP 28/28 | AC 17 TO 17 FF 13 (CSFD -2/+5) | F +8 R +5 W +5 | CMD 20 | Acid 5 Cold 5 Elec 5 | Init +3 | Perc +7 DV

This is all the gear I had: half-plate, heavy wooden shield, cold iron longsword, bedroll, flint and steel, hemp rope (50 ft.), holy text, masterwork backpack, mess kit, pot, silver holy symbol of Desna, soap, torch (10), trail rations (5), waterskin, weapon cord, 80 gp, 9 sp. Since I had been renting a room in the city for some weeks, here's what I assume I'd have with me: half-plate, heavy wooden shield, cold iron longsword, holy text of Desna, masterwork backpack, silver holy symbol of Desna, weapon cord (attached to the weapon) and a percentage of the gold (maybe 25%? 50%? I'll leave it to the GM to decide). Other than that, it's all gone, since I probably left in the hotel room.

Allyo charges to the man with his leg under the large rock, guards the longsword and shield and starts trying to push the rock out of him to free his leg.

Strength check (I assume?): 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (17) + 4 = 21

GM: would "Liberating Command" help him here at all?

Silver Crusade

LG Female half Celestial angel-blooded aasimar (angelkin) paladin 11/Marshal 6 HP 214 / 214 | AC: 30, T: 17, FF: 25, CMD: 38 | Saves F +26, R +21, W +25 | Init +13 | Darkvision 60 ft.; Perception +13 | LoH left: 20/day | Status: Normal

a little bit of action before the fall (will have no consequence on the outcome)

As the the tremor suddenly began, Sabrina reacted as fast as she could. within an instant her sword drawn, he cloak pushed aside for better maneuverability. Sabrina was in her full battle gear. armor that she had not worn in battle for quite a number of years. (since the second Crusade).

But there were no enemies to fight. at least not that she could tell, but in her heart she knew, War and come

There was no time to take the offensive, no time to save the innocent. the ground gave way as she began her move, the blackness.

The fall did not hurt so much, but rather the rubble that fell after was the worse. as the others begin to stir, Sabrina lay unconscious still, bleeding from a cut over her right eye. Her sword lay several feet away nearly embedded into a rock.

She slowly stirs as she hears Davin call her name. though he mispronounces it, she does not mind, she never had the heart to correct him. she already owed him too much.


As memories come back, Darros roars in anger and frustration (probably startling the rest). He then immediately regrets the loss of control.

"Forgive me, I was just expressing my grief over the loss of the great dragon."
Seeing the wary looks (and possibly drawn weapons), he quickly adds, "Do not worry, I am no follower of the usurper, Baphomet, and I do not suffer from the same level of seething rage as my bigger cousins."


4d20 ⇒ (11, 2, 7, 19) = 39

You easily remove the rock from the man's leg and he gasps in pain. It is obvious to all that his leg is crushed. To Sabrina's experienced eye the damage is more ominous. There is no way he will be able to get around unless the leg is splinted and he gets a crutch, either that or he is healed to full (it is obvious that he has significant hp damage), in which case he could get around on his own. Either way he will be reduced to half speed until he receives a regeneration or equivalent magic.


At the sound of others working on the rock, the old man, who you now realize is an elf, calls out in demanding and authoritative tone.
"Who is there? What are your names? We must organize and get back up to Kenabres! Tell me, of those of you here, what sort of experience do you have fighting demons?"

4d20 ⇒ (3, 8, 9, 4) = 24
4d20 ⇒ (7, 17, 1, 17) = 42

Davin:
You realize that the elf is a person used to being in charge. In addition, he seems quite insecure at the moment and he is probably over compensating for that, thus his authoritative manner. perhaps he can be mollified by treating him with respect and giving notice to his instructions


At Darros's roar, the nobleman shrieks out. "Egads! A minotaur! Quick kill it before it finishes us all!"

At Darros's comments, he continues.
"I wouldn't put it past Baphomet to insinuate one of her own into Kenabres. Look at you, parading around in armor of Iomedae. A likely ruse I say!"

The other two are in no shape to do anything, but they look extremely nervous.


"A minotaur? Is he a threat? He sounded reasonable."
You can almost feel the frustration of the elf as he gropes around blindly, barely conscious.


Darros looks a little askance at the nobleman's implied insult, but shrugs as he is used to it. He points at Sabrina.
"There, she is a holy warrior of Iomedae it appears. Ask her to check my intent. I am secure in my righteousness."


Male Aasimar Fighter, ex-Monk, ex-Cleric | HP 28/28 | AC 17 TO 17 FF 13 (CSFD -2/+5) | F +8 R +5 W +5 | CMD 20 | Acid 5 Cold 5 Elec 5 | Init +3 | Perc +7 DV

Darros was just by me when it all happened, sir... - says Allyo, still taking care of the hurt man - He would have been killed if it wasn't for sharing the same luck of us and being saved by Terendelev.

Allyo proceeds to heal the wounded with a pray to Desna, generating a positive energy wave around him. He tries to position as much in the middle as possible, to hit as many wounded as he can.

Channel: 1d6 ⇒ 5

I am Allyo Shan... - he says, strong voice, pausing - ... Paladin of Desna, and my sword and words of redemption are at the service of saving these people and getting back to Kenabres.

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (4) + 9 = 13 Trying to cause a good impression... Add +2 for good outsiders and -2 for evil outsiders

Silver Crusade

LG Female half Celestial angel-blooded aasimar (angelkin) paladin 11/Marshal 6 HP 214 / 214 | AC: 30, T: 17, FF: 25, CMD: 38 | Saves F +26, R +21, W +25 | Init +13 | Darkvision 60 ft.; Perception +13 | LoH left: 20/day | Status: Normal

Sabrina struggles to get to her feet, she tries to steady herself on the rocks nearby.

glancing at the mess, no way out of this that direction. she mutters somewhat silently. the blood from her cut reddens her temple and cheek.

placing her hand over the cut she feels the extent of the damage.

at the immediate moment, she is not too concerned with who the others are, at least not just yet. but a few words of the others indicates that she is not the only one that made it through this mess.

she knew Davin made it, it was his voice that she first heard upon waking up.

the clanking of her armor echos in the cavern as Sabrina gets to her feet. She stumbles to her sword wedged between some stones looking as though it was thrust into the earth in some sort of defiant attack.

she pulls the sword free. and turns to see who or what is down here in the darkness with her.

Davin!, to my side, quickly. She commands, not knowing these others just yet, but the sight of the Minotaur initially gives her cause of alarm.

Silver Crusade

LG Female half Celestial angel-blooded aasimar (angelkin) paladin 11/Marshal 6 HP 214 / 214 | AC: 30, T: 17, FF: 25, CMD: 38 | Saves F +26, R +21, W +25 | Init +13 | Darkvision 60 ft.; Perception +13 | LoH left: 20/day | Status: Normal

When the Minotaur addresses her, she does not immediately respond. nor lower her guard. But she does glare at the huge half beast. concentrating on him.

detect evil

Her eyes change from green to red, the auras of good and evil are revealed to her. she lingers her glare on the Minotaur but soon shifts her gaze to the others, each in turn.


Male Aasimar Fighter, ex-Monk, ex-Cleric | HP 28/28 | AC 17 TO 17 FF 13 (CSFD -2/+5) | F +8 R +5 W +5 | CMD 20 | Acid 5 Cold 5 Elec 5 | Init +3 | Perc +7 DV

(I had cast "Detect Evil" before, by the way, GM. Please see my post of 12:47 am)

Silver Crusade

LG Female half Celestial angel-blooded aasimar (angelkin) paladin 11/Marshal 6 HP 214 / 214 | AC: 30, T: 17, FF: 25, CMD: 38 | Saves F +26, R +21, W +25 | Init +13 | Darkvision 60 ft.; Perception +13 | LoH left: 20/day | Status: Normal

i saw that post Allyo, so I am sure any readings I get would be confirmed by you (as you already know what Sabrina will detect.) as detect Evil only reveals the auras to the caster, Sabrina does not know what he saw. at least not yet.


Your detect evils reveal nothing. Either the minotaur is of insufficient power to be detected, or he is in fact, not evil. He also is small for a minotaur.

Anyone with knowledge (local) can make a roll


CG Halfling Arcanist (Blade Adept) 1/Investigator (Empiricist) 2/Swashbuckler (Inspired Blade) 1 (gesault) | HP 18 | Init +6 | AC 16; T 16; FF 11 | Fort +3, Ref +8, Will +4 (+2 vs. fear) | Perception +11 (+1 vs traps)

Knowledge (local) 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (8) + 5 = 13

Davin slowly rises to his feet, when he sees lights and voices begin to spring up around the room, he quietly pulls his cloak around himself and slips back hugging the shadows. He waits and quietly listens to the ongoing conversation waiting for any threats to reveal themselves.

After a few minutes of conversation, it is becoming clear that there does not appear to be anyone left that the noble dragon did not save. Davin quietly creeps from the shadows sliding into the others light.

"As the noble elf said," Davin speaks, regarding Aravashnial, "I believe introductions are in order. For myself, I am Davin Shadowcloak. My experience fighting demons is limited, I've spent most of my life beyond the wall actively avoiding any confrontation with the vile ones. I offer my skills and services to any who would have it in returning to Kenabras, or whatever is left of it."


"I am Darros Ironhorn. I had come to Kenabres hunting the traitor responsible for the destruction of my village. He is a follower of the usurper, Baphomet, and he will pay for his crimes." At the last, Darros pats his large, oddly shaped axe.
"As to your question Elf, I have no experience with actual demons, but I have much experience with my fiendish cousins."


Ok, here is how I do combats. Initiative is in blocks. So PCs are in groups between the enemies' initiatives. I prefer combat posting formats to be something like this:
Round #

Flavor and RP text.

actions:
description of actions, i.e. swift- action description, move- action description, etc.

dice rolls

any more flavor and RP text.

status:

AC- current AC
hp-xx/xx current hp/max hp
status- any conditions, spell effects, etc.

and finally any reactions planned (such as parry & riposte, counter spell, etc).


"Ah, a Taurian, very good. We will definitely need your strength. You should lead as you can see better as well. What other warriors do we have?" Aravashnial says. Again he sounds used to being in charge.

Davin, you also still sense what I told you before about him.


Quit bossing people around, Aravashnial. No one wants to hear how "experienced" you are. I'd rather trust the judgement of these strangers." The nobleman says sourly.

Despite his insulting tone, Aravashnial reacts strangely to the nobleman, seeming contrite instead of upset.

Silver Crusade

LG Female half Celestial angel-blooded aasimar (angelkin) paladin 11/Marshal 6 HP 214 / 214 | AC: 30, T: 17, FF: 25, CMD: 38 | Saves F +26, R +21, W +25 | Init +13 | Darkvision 60 ft.; Perception +13 | LoH left: 20/day | Status: Normal

Having confirmed that either the others are not evil or they are of insignificant status to be a real threat (ie they are to low level to have an aura), Sabrina lowers her blade and sheaths it.

wiping the blood from her brow, she cautiously approaches the others. Davin seemed rather eager to introduce himself, Sabrina was a bit more reserved.

She picks up her cloak, and puts it back on, as she introduces herself, I am Sabrina. You asked about experience with demons, You could say I have.

she reveals her crusader's cross, a master work cross I am a veteran of the second crusades. she puts the cross away, and maintains a hand on the hilt of her blade.

She then moves to search the cavern for any other exits.

perception: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (4) + 2 = 6

there is a slight limp as she moves about, likely a twisted or bruised ankle though it really does not look to severe.


LOL, the guy you're showing your cross to is blind.
Also, you have a guy with a crushed leg (obviously in pain and gravely wounded). And the blind elf has very bad burns on his face and seems to be barely conscious as he is tottering around despite his attempts to take charge.


"Can any of you perform more healing on this one?" Darros indicates the man with the broken leg. "We need to be able to have him move on his own. Also, I think he would like some relief from his pain."

To the Elf.
"Sir, we will get organized first and see to getting each of you taken care of. Is there any information you might have that can aid us?"


Male Aasimar Fighter, ex-Monk, ex-Cleric | HP 28/28 | AC 17 TO 17 FF 13 (CSFD -2/+5) | F +8 R +5 W +5 | CMD 20 | Acid 5 Cold 5 Elec 5 | Init +3 | Perc +7 DV

What about my channel? And my actions? Are my postings appearing here at all? Some other game I am was losing posts, so I'm wondering if it might be happening here as well!

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