Throne of Night: Dark Frontiers (Inactive)

Game Master Olmek

"That is the exploration that awaits you! Not mapping stars and studying nebula, but charting the unknown possibilities of existence."

Leonard Nemoy


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Dwarf Bladebound Magus 2 [HP: 25/25 | AC: 15/11/14 | SR 7 | F+6 R+1 W+3 (+2 vs. Poisons, Spells, and Spell-like) | Init +3 | Percep +1, SM +0] [Arcane Pool 3/3]

Nurin yells out as his magical protections turn aside the drow blade. "Light the fires! Now!" He pours magic into the Axe of Grunwald and it flares to life against the ancient foe. Nurin can feel the power of the old Lord Grunwald as he swings the axe hard at the drow commander.

Spend an Arcana pool point to make the axe magical
Attack (AE): 1d20 + 4 + 1 ⇒ (18) + 4 + 1 = 23
Damage (Arcane): 1d10 + 3 + 1 ⇒ (10) + 3 + 1 = 14


Male Dwarf Paladin (Stonelord) / 2 HP 16/27 {effects: none} | AC 19 Tch 11 FF 18 | F +6, R +1, W +4 | Init +1 (+3 while underground) | darkvision (60'), perception +1

Pravic lines up another swing of his hammer at the drow between him and his brother.

Power Attack, Flank, AE: 1d20 + 4 + 2 + 1 ⇒ (6) + 4 + 2 + 1 = 13 for Damage: 1d8 + 6 ⇒ (3) + 6 = 9

"Hold still ye squirmy rats!" Frustrated at another swing and a miss, Pravic hefts his shield in preparation for the counter strikes.


Fighter ~ AC[15 T12 F13] CMD[17] Fort/Ref/Will[+7*/+2/-1] Init[+2] Perception[0] Intimidate[+5] Know:Dung[+6]

Startled by the Drow commander, Bali dodges behind cover of the building and cools her head for a moment before swinging in again.

Five foot step down one square, which I hope provides cover?

Flanking vs #12 Drow: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (8) + 7 = 15
Damage: 2d6 + 4 ⇒ (6, 5) + 4 = 15

Hearing Pravic's words, Bali suggests, Rats?! Rats don't enslave the weak, such as the COWARDS!

Umm, did its head explode? Also, what is "AE"?


Male Dwarf Paladin (Stonelord) / 2 HP 16/27 {effects: none} | AC 19 Tch 11 FF 18 | F +6, R +1, W +4 | Init +1 (+3 while underground) | darkvision (60'), perception +1

Ancient Enmity, +1 to attack elves

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Male Dwarf Druid 2 AC 16 [T 12 FF 14] | CMB +4 | CMD 16 (20) | HP 17/17 | Fort +4 (6) | Ref +2 | Will +7 (9) | Init +2 | Percep +9, Darkvision 90 ft
Abilities:
| Acid Dart 7/day | Ancient Enmity | Deep Warrior | Foeslayer | Greed | Oathbound | Rock Stepper | Wild Empathy | Woodland Stride

Grimdahl again swings his scimitar, leaving another dead drow broken on the floor. "Pravic, we've got this; you see that?" He points toward the leader "That's evil, that is - go smite it, would you?"

Striking at the lead drow, can't see its number

Scimitar: 1d20 + 3 + 1 + 1 ⇒ (17) + 3 + 1 + 1 = 22

Damage: 1d6 + 3 ⇒ (2) + 3 = 5


Damiel snarls as his attacks glances off of Nurin's enchantment, his face twisted into a mask of fury. "Thrice damned dwarves, I will teach you to stand against the might of Vothys."

Seeing his companion pressed by the drow champion, Lothar leaps into the fray, unleashing a flurry of blows. Damiel counters most of them, but one of Lothar's strikes breaks through, knocking the drow back and momentarily stunning him. Seeing an opening, Nurin swings the Axe of Grunwald in a wicked arc and slices Damiel's head clean off.

THe rout begins slowly, as the front line of drow warriors watch their commander fall. Losing the will to fight, they turn to retreat but find themselves packed in by their comrades moving forward. The dwarves and gnomes cut them down and push into the back ranks. Soon, there is a full retreat.

The Battle of Fasturvalt is over.


Male Dwarf Paladin (Stonelord) / 2 HP 16/27 {effects: none} | AC 19 Tch 11 FF 18 | F +6, R +1, W +4 | Init +1 (+3 while underground) | darkvision (60'), perception +1

"Huzzah! Huzzah!" Pravic moves around the battlefield congratulating the gnomes and capitalizing on the euphoria of driving back the invaders.

There will be mourning for the dead, but let's not let this opportunity pass...

When the adrenaline begins to wear off, he helps organize crews to move through the battlefield, separating the dead from the living, and finishing off the drow that fall into the latter category. He assists the medic teams whenever he can to move the gnomes quickly to the aid tents set up, and generally makes himself available for the aftermath of the battle.

All through it, he takes a moment to clap his hands on the shoulders of his kin, congratulating them on a job well done, and for the perceptive, indicating that he is happy they all survived.

"Has anyone checked on Lord Geirni? How did he fare from the drow poison?"


Dwarf Bladebound Magus 2 [HP: 25/25 | AC: 15/11/14 | SR 7 | F+6 R+1 W+3 (+2 vs. Poisons, Spells, and Spell-like) | Init +3 | Percep +1, SM +0] [Arcane Pool 3/3]

Nurin looks over his axe to the severed head of Damiel. His eyes go wide. "I...I killed him." He glances down at the glowing Axe of Grunwald. Suddenly he felt the Axe was looking back at him. It was unnerving, but the feeling wasn't actually malicious. In fact, Nuring felt the Axe was judging him, but satisfied. Somehow, Nurin felt that the Axe had as much to do with the death as he did.

Looking up, the young dwarf sees the gnomes finish off the last of the drow mercilessly. He realizes he has been staring at the Axe and the severed head for nearly the entire battle. He shake shis head and straightens up.

"We did it!" He is quickly caught up in the celebrations of the gnomes and dwarves around him. "Fasturvalt stands free!"


Fighter ~ AC[15 T12 F13] CMD[17] Fort/Ref/Will[+7*/+2/-1] Init[+2] Perception[0] Intimidate[+5] Know:Dung[+6]

Standing amid the dieing chaos, Bali relishes in the victory over the Drow. "There will be more of them, maybe not anytime soon. But there will always be the devilish Drow, brooding their plots, and stealing what they can. *sigh* Let's do our best to delay them, and what better way to do that than to take back our home? "

The other Dwarves recognize the grimace on Bali's face, but the Gnomes look away when they see her. Calming from the battle, she finds her fellow Dwarves around her, glad they all made it.

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Male Dwarf Druid 2 AC 16 [T 12 FF 14] | CMB +4 | CMD 16 (20) | HP 17/17 | Fort +4 (6) | Ref +2 | Will +7 (9) | Init +2 | Percep +9, Darkvision 90 ft
Abilities:
| Acid Dart 7/day | Ancient Enmity | Deep Warrior | Foeslayer | Greed | Oathbound | Rock Stepper | Wild Empathy | Woodland Stride

Grimdahl acknowledges Bali's comments with a fierce smile: "What do you call a few hundred dead drow, orcs and others?"
...
"A damn good start to the day!"

He looks around, to check everyone is ok. Including the Lord. Fop that he is, he fought well by all accounts.

Heal: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (3) + 4 = 7 I've killed him!


Skills:
Know (Religion) +7 | Know (Arcana;History;Local; Dung.;Nobility;Engin;Geo;Nature;Planes;) +11 | +2 Know checks on anything dwarven | Diplo, Bluff +2 (+3 if dwarf) | Spellcraft, UMD +9 | Prof (butler) +6; all other Prof +2
Spells:
0 [DC15]: Detect Magic, Read Magic, Message, Mending | 1 [16]: Summon Monster I, Infernal Healing*, Mudball (DC17), Mudball^(DC17), Grease
Male Dwarf Wizard 2 AC 12 [T 12 FF 10] | CMB +0 | CMD 12 (16) | HP 8/8 | Fort +0 (2) Ref +3 (5) Will +4 (6) | Init +2 | Percep +8, Darkvision 90 ft

Reginald is reserved in his celebrations. He smiles and shakes hands, but is quickly consumed with the administrative and clerical work of the recovery. He counts the dead and wounded, inventories the damaged and captured equipment, and a thousand-thousand other details that everyone always forgets about.


Female Dwarf Warpriest (Torag) 1
Quick stats:
AC 17, T 10, FF 17; hp 8/12; F +5, R +0, W +5 (+2 vs poison, spells, spell-like abilities); CMD 13 (17 vs trip, bull rush); Init +0; Perc +3; Blessings 2/3

Ingrid finds herself worn - perhaps from the exertions of the battle, perhaps from the emotions roiling within her. Even she isn't entirely sure. After her usual weary smiles and brisk congratulations, she finds herself a quiet spot to kneel, clean her axe, and pray to the forge-father in thanks.


Male Dwarf Monk (Sacred Mountain) 2

Lothar patted Nurin on the shoulder heartily.

"An excellent combination; stunned from my blow he had little chance to evade your axe. Well struck, sir."

Lothar felt a quiet sense of pride at his accomplishments in the battle. He had done much on this day, to honor the debt his family owed the Tharnhammer's.


Ivy leaned against a wall, lightly cloaked in the shadows. Not hiding, just avoiding the festivities. She was watching the another Gnomes and the Dwarves cheer. She wiped off her small knife against a dead Drow's cloak.

At least they are good for something. She muttered under her breath kicking the Drow corpse lightly.


First of all, congratulations to you all and thanks for sticking around. Feel free to level up. :)

Unfortunately for the defenders of Fasturvalt, the celebration is short lived. A grim-faced stonecarver approaches, relatively untouched by the battle.

"My lords, Miatha Always-A-Song-Follows requests your presence in the infirmary. I'm afraid the news is dire."


Male Dwarf Paladin (Stonelord) / 2 HP 16/27 {effects: none} | AC 19 Tch 11 FF 18 | F +6, R +1, W +4 | Init +1 (+3 while underground) | darkvision (60'), perception +1
GM Olmek wrote:
First of all, congratulations to you all and thanks for sticking around. Feel free to level up. :)

woohoo!

Pravic's face goes white at the proclamation. He nods knowingly at Reginald, assuming it is the drow poison, doing its evil work. He starts running to the infirmary.

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Skills:
Know (Religion) +7 | Know (Arcana;History;Local; Dung.;Nobility;Engin;Geo;Nature;Planes;) +11 | +2 Know checks on anything dwarven | Diplo, Bluff +2 (+3 if dwarf) | Spellcraft, UMD +9 | Prof (butler) +6; all other Prof +2
Spells:
0 [DC15]: Detect Magic, Read Magic, Message, Mending | 1 [16]: Summon Monster I, Infernal Healing*, Mudball (DC17), Mudball^(DC17), Grease
Male Dwarf Wizard 2 AC 12 [T 12 FF 10] | CMB +0 | CMD 12 (16) | HP 8/8 | Fort +0 (2) Ref +3 (5) Will +4 (6) | Init +2 | Percep +8, Darkvision 90 ft

Reginald nods in response, confirming Pravic's unspoken worry. He follows Miatha immediately.


Dwarf Bladebound Magus 2 [HP: 25/25 | AC: 15/11/14 | SR 7 | F+6 R+1 W+3 (+2 vs. Poisons, Spells, and Spell-like) | Init +3 | Percep +1, SM +0] [Arcane Pool 3/3]

Nurin hurries after the others. "We won, didn't we? He's got to be ok. He's got a victory to celebrate."

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Skills:
Know (Religion) +7 | Know (Arcana;History;Local; Dung.;Nobility;Engin;Geo;Nature;Planes;) +11 | +2 Know checks on anything dwarven | Diplo, Bluff +2 (+3 if dwarf) | Spellcraft, UMD +9 | Prof (butler) +6; all other Prof +2
Spells:
0 [DC15]: Detect Magic, Read Magic, Message, Mending | 1 [16]: Summon Monster I, Infernal Healing*, Mudball (DC17), Mudball^(DC17), Grease
Male Dwarf Wizard 2 AC 12 [T 12 FF 10] | CMB +0 | CMD 12 (16) | HP 8/8 | Fort +0 (2) Ref +3 (5) Will +4 (6) | Init +2 | Percep +8, Darkvision 90 ft

Reginald smiles slightly at Nirin's logic. If only the world worked like the young thought it should.


Fighter ~ AC[15 T12 F13] CMD[17] Fort/Ref/Will[+7*/+2/-1] Init[+2] Perception[0] Intimidate[+5] Know:Dung[+6]

Bali, looks around at her fellow Dwarves as they are asked to go to the infirmary. Let' see what it is, we can still hope he is alive at least.

HP: 1d10 ⇒ 5


Female Dwarf Warpriest (Torag) 1
Quick stats:
AC 17, T 10, FF 17; hp 8/12; F +5, R +0, W +5 (+2 vs poison, spells, spell-like abilities); CMD 13 (17 vs trip, bull rush); Init +0; Perc +3; Blessings 2/3

Ingrid follows with haste, her face grim. "We can only hope," she says softly to Nurin.


The Armory, hastily converted into a field hospital, rests in Fasturvalt's most defensible position, high on the northwest wall, along a narrow cliff. Left alone except in times of training or crisis, the area is now abuzz with activity. The friends and family of soldiers try to find their missing kin while volunteers try and give the wounded relief. The chemical tang of blood fills the air.

Miatha Always-A-Song-Follows meets the Tharnhammers at the entrance. The normally cheerful gnome looks exhausted, her fine white hair a sagging mess and wearing a blood-stained apron.

"I wanted to tell you before I release the news. Lord Geirni is dead. The line of Geirne is ended, and with it ends Fasturvalt." Her voice cracks as she finishes, tears welling in her eyes. "I did all I could, but the toxin works so fast..."


Skills:
Know (Religion) +7 | Know (Arcana;History;Local; Dung.;Nobility;Engin;Geo;Nature;Planes;) +11 | +2 Know checks on anything dwarven | Diplo, Bluff +2 (+3 if dwarf) | Spellcraft, UMD +9 | Prof (butler) +6; all other Prof +2
Spells:
0 [DC15]: Detect Magic, Read Magic, Message, Mending | 1 [16]: Summon Monster I, Infernal Healing*, Mudball (DC17), Mudball^(DC17), Grease
Male Dwarf Wizard 2 AC 12 [T 12 FF 10] | CMB +0 | CMD 12 (16) | HP 8/8 | Fort +0 (2) Ref +3 (5) Will +4 (6) | Init +2 | Percep +8, Darkvision 90 ft

Reginald goes slightly cold. This victory could turn into a defeat if this got out and escaped control. He had no heir? he asks in shock.


Male Dwarf Paladin (Stonelord) / 2 HP 16/27 {effects: none} | AC 19 Tch 11 FF 18 | F +6, R +1, W +4 | Init +1 (+3 while underground) | darkvision (60'), perception +1

Pravic is stunned by the news, and nearly falls to his knees, and his thoughts quickly echo those of Reginald.

"But... What do you mean end of Fasturvalt? Surely there is a line of succession?"

What of our mission? Our aim was to reforge our alliance with these folk, and launch from here in our search to reclaim our home! What aid will they be able to offer if they are reeling from a vacuum in the leadership?

Pravic casts a worried glance in Reginald's direction, then to his other kin.

We will be speaking about this soon, to be sure...


Miatha shakes her head. "Lord Geirni was very particular in his tastes, I'm afraid. There might be some distant cousin in Kladdenvalt or Vondehammer, but nobody that can draw back to our founder. Any gnome that might make a claim knows nothing of us or our struggle."


Skills:
Know (Religion) +7 | Know (Arcana;History;Local; Dung.;Nobility;Engin;Geo;Nature;Planes;) +11 | +2 Know checks on anything dwarven | Diplo, Bluff +2 (+3 if dwarf) | Spellcraft, UMD +9 | Prof (butler) +6; all other Prof +2
Spells:
0 [DC15]: Detect Magic, Read Magic, Message, Mending | 1 [16]: Summon Monster I, Infernal Healing*, Mudball (DC17), Mudball^(DC17), Grease
Male Dwarf Wizard 2 AC 12 [T 12 FF 10] | CMB +0 | CMD 12 (16) | HP 8/8 | Fort +0 (2) Ref +3 (5) Will +4 (6) | Init +2 | Percep +8, Darkvision 90 ft

Reginald curses under his breath, a true rarity. We need your recommendation then. Who here has enough of a reputation in the city to take over as leader. Maybe not as king, but leader, however temporary.
We need someone to hold this place together.


Fighter ~ AC[15 T12 F13] CMD[17] Fort/Ref/Will[+7*/+2/-1] Init[+2] Perception[0] Intimidate[+5] Know:Dung[+6]

The Drow will pay for this. I was... urgggh.

Bali leaves the infirmary, silently fighting back tears of anger and sadness.


Miatha shrugs and runs a hand through her hair. "Tammar commands respect. He's the oldest gnome in Fasturvalt. Maybe we should speak with him."


Skills:
Know (Religion) +7 | Know (Arcana;History;Local; Dung.;Nobility;Engin;Geo;Nature;Planes;) +11 | +2 Know checks on anything dwarven | Diplo, Bluff +2 (+3 if dwarf) | Spellcraft, UMD +9 | Prof (butler) +6; all other Prof +2
Spells:
0 [DC15]: Detect Magic, Read Magic, Message, Mending | 1 [16]: Summon Monster I, Infernal Healing*, Mudball (DC17), Mudball^(DC17), Grease
Male Dwarf Wizard 2 AC 12 [T 12 FF 10] | CMB +0 | CMD 12 (16) | HP 8/8 | Fort +0 (2) Ref +3 (5) Will +4 (6) | Init +2 | Percep +8, Darkvision 90 ft

Reginald nods, Please, and anyone else you think capable, quickly. We must have a, plan before word spreads.


Male Dwarf Druid 2 AC 16 [T 12 FF 14] | CMB +4 | CMD 16 (20) | HP 17/17 | Fort +4 (6) | Ref +2 | Will +7 (9) | Init +2 | Percep +9, Darkvision 90 ft
Abilities:
| Acid Dart 7/day | Ancient Enmity | Deep Warrior | Foeslayer | Greed | Oathbound | Rock Stepper | Wild Empathy | Woodland Stride

The druid shrugs. He didn't have much respect for the gnome, although he did die in combat at the end. "Lie. Say he's ill. Too ill to be disturbed. Form a council who will 'advise' him. Once everyone's got used to the council and the city is stable, you can announce his death then. Most people will just nod and get on with their lives."


Skills:
Know (Religion) +7 | Know (Arcana;History;Local; Dung.;Nobility;Engin;Geo;Nature;Planes;) +11 | +2 Know checks on anything dwarven | Diplo, Bluff +2 (+3 if dwarf) | Spellcraft, UMD +9 | Prof (butler) +6; all other Prof +2
Spells:
0 [DC15]: Detect Magic, Read Magic, Message, Mending | 1 [16]: Summon Monster I, Infernal Healing*, Mudball (DC17), Mudball^(DC17), Grease
Male Dwarf Wizard 2 AC 12 [T 12 FF 10] | CMB +0 | CMD 12 (16) | HP 8/8 | Fort +0 (2) Ref +3 (5) Will +4 (6) | Init +2 | Percep +8, Darkvision 90 ft

A risky ruse, but it is an effective option.
Really, Reginald wanted to hand this, over to the Gnomes, but he had to ensure that Fasturvault did not fall. It was vital to their overall mission.


Male Dwarf Paladin (Stonelord) / 2 HP 16/27 {effects: none} | AC 19 Tch 11 FF 18 | F +6, R +1, W +4 | Init +1 (+3 while underground) | darkvision (60'), perception +1

That seems a bit tricky... Could fall apart if it is found out. But this city cannot fall just because the leader has fallen...

Pravic keeps his pessimistic thoughts to himself for now. As much as he loved to argue, this was not the time, nor the place.

"Let's see what Tammar has to say. I can help make sure no one enters or leaves in the time being, to prevent word from spreading before we are ready to deal with the consequences."


Male Dwarf Druid 2 AC 16 [T 12 FF 14] | CMB +4 | CMD 16 (20) | HP 17/17 | Fort +4 (6) | Ref +2 | Will +7 (9) | Init +2 | Percep +9, Darkvision 90 ft
Abilities:
| Acid Dart 7/day | Ancient Enmity | Deep Warrior | Foeslayer | Greed | Oathbound | Rock Stepper | Wild Empathy | Woodland Stride

Despite the solemnity of the occasion, Grimdahl can't suppress a dour chuckle at T'jener's words. "Risky? How does that risk compare, say, to a mere handful of dwarves entering the Underdark to take back their ancestral halls, not even knowing where they are? Just curious."


Fighter ~ AC[15 T12 F13] CMD[17] Fort/Ref/Will[+7*/+2/-1] Init[+2] Perception[0] Intimidate[+5] Know:Dung[+6]

Keep it cool or people will know something is wrong. Hmm.
Bali looks around at the Gnomes, busily restoring the city.
Why all this chaos? The first thing we must do once we have settled in our ancient home is to learn the secrets of these damned Drow, and crush them like the worms they are.

A bit calmer, Bali heads back inside.
"What shall we do? I'm not a political person, usually let my hammer decide things. Should we not just setup their leader as a hero, fallen in battle as he should be remembered?"

Why the sudden change in his attitude, just before the fighting picked up? "He has no heir. We played a larger roll in the defense of this city than we give ourselves credit for. I would never suggest that we claim rulership or even stewardship, but there must be some sort of protocol for such a tragedy. "

Stupid Gnome had to go and die on us, maybe we should make the best of things for ourselves. Afterall, these Gnomes would likely all be dead right now if not for us.

Bali glances around nervously, as if she was afraid her thoughts were spoken out load.

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Skills:
Know (Religion) +7 | Know (Arcana;History;Local; Dung.;Nobility;Engin;Geo;Nature;Planes;) +11 | +2 Know checks on anything dwarven | Diplo, Bluff +2 (+3 if dwarf) | Spellcraft, UMD +9 | Prof (butler) +6; all other Prof +2
Spells:
0 [DC15]: Detect Magic, Read Magic, Message, Mending | 1 [16]: Summon Monster I, Infernal Healing*, Mudball (DC17), Mudball^(DC17), Grease
Male Dwarf Wizard 2 AC 12 [T 12 FF 10] | CMB +0 | CMD 12 (16) | HP 8/8 | Fort +0 (2) Ref +3 (5) Will +4 (6) | Init +2 | Percep +8, Darkvision 90 ft

Reginald thinks for a moment, then cracks a grin of his own. Point taken, lad. Point taken.


Female Dwarf Warpriest (Torag) 1
Quick stats:
AC 17, T 10, FF 17; hp 8/12; F +5, R +0, W +5 (+2 vs poison, spells, spell-like abilities); CMD 13 (17 vs trip, bull rush); Init +0; Perc +3; Blessings 2/3

"I say we speak to Tammar first. In the absence of a rightful heir, he could well have the best claim." Ingrid speaks softly, running a hand through her half-head of black hair worriedly.


Dwarf Bladebound Magus 2 [HP: 25/25 | AC: 15/11/14 | SR 7 | F+6 R+1 W+3 (+2 vs. Poisons, Spells, and Spell-like) | Init +3 | Percep +1, SM +0] [Arcane Pool 3/3]

Nurin looks around at the others. He didn't know what to say in all this, and he still couldn't believe the Lord was dead after they had won. I guess this isn't some story in a Bard's tales.


Male Dwarf Monk (Sacred Mountain) 2

Lothar had little to add to the conversation but felt a profound sense of loss at the small Lord's death. Tempered in battle with his naivete behind him, he would surely have made a better leader for his people than they could have ever suspected.


Sorry about the hold-up, guys. In addition to being unsure how I wanted this scene to play out, I was also slammed with IRL stuff.

The Walk of Honor is a lavish hall in the rear of Lord Geirni's hold. Ancestors of the svirfneblin lord are immortalized here, cut from the very same marble that the town is renowned for. Portraits, banners, and other forms of memorabilia are stored here as well, painting a picture of Fasturvalt that creeps back across 160 years of the hold's existance. Most prominent is a large, exquisite statue of of Geirni's grandfather, Lord Geirli, the founder of Fasturvalt. Draped across his shoulders is a massive cloth of gold cloak, and to the keen eye, the marble sword he wields is a replica of the sword Lord Geirni carried into battle. As the Tharnhammer expedition enters the room, Tammar Even-the Stones-Listen steps out from behind the statue. He is accompanied by Miatha and Harvald. He leans, as ever, on the butt of a mithral-headed pickaxe, although gone is his youthful spirit that stood out earlier. He looks up to Lord Geirli's statue.

"I intend to have a statue made for our departed lord. Geirni was many things, but in the end, he stood bravely in defense of the city his grandfather founded. His ancestors would have been proud." He gestures to the gnomish matron. "Miatha tells me that you believe I should lead Fasturvalt now. I would hear it from you."


Skills:
Know (Religion) +7 | Know (Arcana;History;Local; Dung.;Nobility;Engin;Geo;Nature;Planes;) +11 | +2 Know checks on anything dwarven | Diplo, Bluff +2 (+3 if dwarf) | Spellcraft, UMD +9 | Prof (butler) +6; all other Prof +2
Spells:
0 [DC15]: Detect Magic, Read Magic, Message, Mending | 1 [16]: Summon Monster I, Infernal Healing*, Mudball (DC17), Mudball^(DC17), Grease
Male Dwarf Wizard 2 AC 12 [T 12 FF 10] | CMB +0 | CMD 12 (16) | HP 8/8 | Fort +0 (2) Ref +3 (5) Will +4 (6) | Init +2 | Percep +8, Darkvision 90 ft

Reginald's countenance is grim.
Without a respected Gnome in charge there is a good chance this city will fall either through internal stride or a second attack. We dwarves cannot rule for you. We have our own business to attend, It is not our place to rule gnomes.
We were going you could be that gnome.


Dwarf Bladebound Magus 2 [HP: 25/25 | AC: 15/11/14 | SR 7 | F+6 R+1 W+3 (+2 vs. Poisons, Spells, and Spell-like) | Init +3 | Percep +1, SM +0] [Arcane Pool 3/3]

Nurin watches the scene in silence. he suddenly realizes that instead of being a tragedy for Lord Geirni, perhaps this was the rise of Tammer's line, destine to rule Fasturvalt for generations and taking his inspiration from the bravery Geirni has shown in his death.

The young dwarf simply looks at Tammar and nods.


Male Dwarf Druid 2 AC 16 [T 12 FF 14] | CMB +4 | CMD 16 (20) | HP 17/17 | Fort +4 (6) | Ref +2 | Will +7 (9) | Init +2 | Percep +9, Darkvision 90 ft
Abilities:
| Acid Dart 7/day | Ancient Enmity | Deep Warrior | Foeslayer | Greed | Oathbound | Rock Stepper | Wild Empathy | Woodland Stride

Grimdhal is characteristically blunt. "If not you, then who else?"


Male Dwarf Monk (Sacred Mountain) 2

Lothar grunted in support of the words of the Tharnhammers.


Male Dwarf Paladin (Stonelord) / 2 HP 16/27 {effects: none} | AC 19 Tch 11 FF 18 | F +6, R +1, W +4 | Init +1 (+3 while underground) | darkvision (60'), perception +1

"Aye m'lord. I won't pretend to know your political scene, we've only just arrived. We have many things we hope to accomplish, first and foremost to re-establish the friendship between yer kin and mine that should have been strong since long ago. I do not want to see that chance slip away at the death of one gnome, even if his final hour was as fine as any. Yer people need a leader. If the battle of Fasturvalt has shown us anything, ye are a gnome capable of doing the job. They will look to you for wisdom, and ye have what they need."


Fighter ~ AC[15 T12 F13] CMD[17] Fort/Ref/Will[+7*/+2/-1] Init[+2] Perception[0] Intimidate[+5] Know:Dung[+6]

We would be happy to advise you in military manners, of course. We have no desire, however, to allow your people to view as a mere figure head. You would have all the control granted by your station.

Pravic's got this. Geez, I must sound like a bloody human...


Tammar nods and takes a moment to respond. "I'll run Fasturvalt in the wake of this tragedy. I know my word carries weight here, even if some resent the Stonecutters Guild. But I'll do it on one condition: that Fasturvalt become Dammerhall's once you find your home."

Harvald stares at Tammar, shocked. "Tammar, what are you saying? These dwarves have proven to be our allies, but to throw our independence away like this..."

The elderly gnome waves the soldier's concerns away with a dismissive gesture. "Aye, Harvald, you might have a point. But our town stands on its last leg. The line of Geirne has ended. The wicked drow baroness of Vothys will not have forgotten this defeat. She is like to attack again, but in greater force. We are but a handful of gnomes adrift in a sea of chaos. Who will protect us? Kladdenvalt? King Olvain will move in and push us aside in favor of his own boot-lickers. We will not make it alone."

Tammar looks back to the dwarves. "What do you say? You think Fasturvalt needs a svirfneblin. I think it needs true rulers. Men and women, young and old, of strength and honor. Will you make Fasturvalt your own?"


Skills:
Know (Religion) +7 | Know (Arcana;History;Local; Dung.;Nobility;Engin;Geo;Nature;Planes;) +11 | +2 Know checks on anything dwarven | Diplo, Bluff +2 (+3 if dwarf) | Spellcraft, UMD +9 | Prof (butler) +6; all other Prof +2
Spells:
0 [DC15]: Detect Magic, Read Magic, Message, Mending | 1 [16]: Summon Monster I, Infernal Healing*, Mudball (DC17), Mudball^(DC17), Grease
Male Dwarf Wizard 2 AC 12 [T 12 FF 10] | CMB +0 | CMD 12 (16) | HP 8/8 | Fort +0 (2) Ref +3 (5) Will +4 (6) | Init +2 | Percep +8, Darkvision 90 ft

This was officially out of Reginald's depth. In spite of how he sometimes acted, he was a servant to the Tarnhammer family, as was his forebears. He cannot make this decision, though he hopes good sense and wisdom he tried to teach shines here.
My Lords and ladies?


Male Dwarf Paladin (Stonelord) / 2 HP 16/27 {effects: none} | AC 19 Tch 11 FF 18 | F +6, R +1, W +4 | Init +1 (+3 while underground) | darkvision (60'), perception +1

Pravic takes the declaration in stride, if a little stunned.

Briefly thoughts race through his mind, wondering what the 'textbook' decision on this would be. That worry is quickly erased, as he thinks about the long lost home of his kin, and the kingdom that the Tharnhammer line must represent in the future.

"Aye, Tammer. The good gnomes of Fasturvalt wish to become vassals of the Tharnhammer Kingdom, and so on behalf of my kin and ancestors, I accept yer offer. As ye said, we have yet to establish a throne to rule from, and that is our goal. We will find and reclaim the lost halls of Dammerhall, and yer city with be the crown jewel of our kingdom. Until that time, Fasturvalt is yers to rule. This brotherhood between yer kin and mine will be a brotherhood that will last through the ages."

Pravic bows reverently, turning and smiling to Reginald and the others when he returns to his position with the group.

"There will be much work to do, to begin our foray into the underdark, to reclaim our home." He says to the others. "We came looking for allies, and instead we found brothers. Those who we were willing to shed blood on behalf of, and now are willing to serve us in return. Let our partnership be one of mutual aid and service. Fasturvalt will never fall, as long as there is a Tharnhammer to watch over her."


Skills:
Know (Religion) +7 | Know (Arcana;History;Local; Dung.;Nobility;Engin;Geo;Nature;Planes;) +11 | +2 Know checks on anything dwarven | Diplo, Bluff +2 (+3 if dwarf) | Spellcraft, UMD +9 | Prof (butler) +6; all other Prof +2
Spells:
0 [DC15]: Detect Magic, Read Magic, Message, Mending | 1 [16]: Summon Monster I, Infernal Healing*, Mudball (DC17), Mudball^(DC17), Grease
Male Dwarf Wizard 2 AC 12 [T 12 FF 10] | CMB +0 | CMD 12 (16) | HP 8/8 | Fort +0 (2) Ref +3 (5) Will +4 (6) | Init +2 | Percep +8, Darkvision 90 ft

Reginald inclined his head, a proud smile creeping onto his lips. As you say, my lord.


Fighter ~ AC[15 T12 F13] CMD[17] Fort/Ref/Will[+7*/+2/-1] Init[+2] Perception[0] Intimidate[+5] Know:Dung[+6]

Bali places a hand on Pravic's shoulder, a smile on her face. I agree with Pravic. We have much to do before we continue our venture, and much more to do when we get there. Would it not be wise, even, when we find our home, to invite the Svirfneblin to help restore it? They can aid in its defense while we contact our brethren on the surface, repair tunnels, bridges, and all manner of other things.

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