Genisen replies, "Nah, I figure its best to give back this money to the community. Maybe to a church here in town."
Bluff: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (15) + 6 = 21
Genisen actually intends to donate it to some sort of worthy cause if he doesn't drink or gamble it away first, yet he doesn't want anyone to know that. So his bluff is to appear that he is lying even though he is telling the truth. Hey, he's a complex man
Krol shakes his head seeing the outright thievery infront of him and done infront of the serving girls at the bar too.
"Gentleman please, can we not strip their weapons and gear in public, atleast let's move on and donate the money to the church as young sir Larkova has suggested here."
Krol: 1d20 + 0 ⇒ (6) + 0 = 6
Ava: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (1) + 4 = 5
"Actually...shouldn't the innkeeper here and his staff be compensated for the trouble these ruffians have caused them?" he asks curiously as he looks to the serving girl. "For Formal introductions, I am Krolmnite Underhill the first, son of a family far off and this is Ava my companion on this jurney. I wish to learn more about the world rarther than sit at home and study about it in books."
Senior Krol, You'll quickly learn that humans value might. Those who fall in battle forfit their lives, wealth, or even their sex. TheSe ruffians are lucky we don't geld them and parade them about as eunuchs. Dolgana gestures at the prisoners with a smile.
"By Desna!" he exclaims, clearly shocked by what she just said "You do not mean to tell me that where you come from you castrait prisoners, do you? How barbaric!"
Moving things forward a bit
Fearghus, Genisen, and Durnak haul the now unarmed and unarmored thugs to guardhouse just a couple of blocks away, with Luther tagging along. Outside are several guardsmen, all human. They have a quiet discussion when they notice your approach. One of them turns to meet you, his expression is sour and he looks rather annoyed.
"Well, whaddya wantin' with us?"
"Y'r pardon, sirs, but we'd like t' turn these 'ere men in f'r assault, destruction a' property, an' 'tempted murder. An' I don' know if'n it makes a diff'rence, but they's also admitted 'complices a' some fella' named Yale," replied Fearghus to the guard's query.
No' tha' I 'spect it t'matter: from wha' Durnak said, is as likely as no' th' guard's're 'complices a' Yale t'boot! The law may not be much 'spected 'here in Redwall, bu' tha' don' mean t'ain't no such thing as right 'r wrong f'r them as know it.
The guard gives Fearghus an incredulous look when he sees two of the thugs are pretty badly beaten and the third is barely standing.
"Assault? What'd they pick a fight with? A dragon?"
He shakes his head and motions for three of the other guards to come take the thugs away.
"Nevermind, ye just get goin'. We'll take care o' them."
With that, he follows the other three inside the guard house and closes the door. The setting sun reddens the western sky and the first signs of night are appearing in the east as you walk back to the Sleeping Leopard.
Perception: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (20) + 6 = 26
As the group walks back, you suddenly see Durnak grimace:
Dats why I hates cities. Dem guards 's 'ready rend'r'd judgment. Dey 's either not friend a Yale, or da judicial syst'm 's very 'fficient. Eith'r way, we's not gotta worry 'bout dem three no more.
Krol: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (8) + 2 = 10
Ava: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (5) + 4 = 9
Krol and Ava being blissfully unaware of the situation take a look at the group with Krol putting his hands on his hips with a wide grin.
"We have removed some of the scum of the streets, now all we need to do is have a meal before heading to bed." he strides over to the bar, more comfortable now in these surroundings. "Barkeep, a round for everyone on me and your best room in the inn."
When we get back to the inn, Durnak grabs an ale and gathers the rest of the group together:
Well, we done da right thang. I'sa not sure 'bout da law as I does believe da guards done whacked em 'fore we was out da door. Iffn y'all 'll a join me, I thinks that dis good innkeep'r 'n his gals 'll be in danger from dis Yale. I'da like ta find dis Yale and 'sure dat der innkeep 'n dees fine gals 'll not be in no dang'r from Yale.
"First thing tomorrow we take the fight to this Yale. I have a feeling he will not want to answer for his crimes. But let us enjoy some hot food and cold drinks, I have worked up an appetite."
Perception (guard house): 1d20 ⇒ 5
After returning from the guard house, Fearghus guzzles a Krol-sponsored ale. "Ah, t'ain't nuthin' like a good day's work! My thanks it is, Master Krol, f'r y'r gen'rosity!"
"Now, as f'r Yale, I 'gree wi' Durnak an' Luther tha' we should take 'im out tomorra' since we'll be rested an' prepared an' 'e still won' be s'pectin' us."
Next time, I hope you'll all take some of my advice on dealing with prisoners. There's almost no reason to put down a pair of dogs who've lost their hunt. So... Tomorrow, let's make sure that we execute our own justice before handing any ruffians over to the lawmen. Dolgana says, nursing her drinks.
Perception (Dolgana): 1d20 ⇒ 16 In hearing Dolgana, Fearghus pauses in troubled thought.
"Y'r pardon, Dolgana, but c'n ye please clarify what it is y'r after by sayin' t'execute our own justice? I'm not after pryin' into y'r past, but it's curious I am as t'what makes ye say such as that."
"Now, t'ain't my place t'tell ye how t'live y'r life, and I'm not after such as that, for th'Blessed Elk knows there's many a folk as ain't served right by th'law. But just cause there's some as ignore th'law to suit don't give us cause t'be turnin' vig'lante. Do that, an' we ain't no better'n them for doin' as we please no matter how much we think some as deserve whate're comes to 'em whether by your hand or th'court's order... an' tha's th' diff'rence a'tween justice an' vengeance."
"Leastaways, 'is be th' type a' thin' Luther's Lady's after more'n Old Deadeye 'n me, and 'e knows like all too well I weren't much f'r th' learnin' a' books so p'raps it's a shut mouth I should be after!" Fearghus finishes with a self-deprecating grin to Dolgana.
"Now ye seem a mite fond a' th' ale. If'n ye needs a glass more it'll be glad I am f'r th' payin' a' it if'n ye like: 'tis impressed I was t'see ye give one a' 'em thugs a right good kick t'th' nose!"
After they return Genisen starts to get his drink on. Clearly someone told him the liquor was on the house for the night and he plans on drinking as much as he can.
"Sho thish Yale fella. Who ish he and when are we going to vishit him?"
Talus and the two girls are more than happy for the company. Ale and food are generously given and after a few drinks even Talus is in high spirits.
"Yale, he'sh a right vishous one. Ye hearsh rumorsh shee. Shome sssssay that he wuz a hunter an' turned to huntin' humansh an' other folksh. Othersh ssssay he'sh a demon-shpawn. I shay he'sh ash goo' ash defe-- defe-- DEAD!"
The two young women, on the other hand, are much more reserved. Shalyna keeps thanking the group profusely, and Valyana is more than happy to fill Dolgana's and Genisen's tankards over and over again.
about an hour after nightfall, there is a sharp tap on the window, and both of the women freeze, and look at each other with more than a little fear.
Durnak looks up from his mug he has been carefully sipping. A history of getting set up in cities and general distrust of the people in them tempers his willingness to overindulge while in a city or town. Catch him on the trail, and it is a whole different matter.
Yous guys 'spectin' someone?
Without waiting for a response, he grabs his axe and walks over by the door in case whoever enters is not of a friendly demeanor.
Dolgana chokes down another swig To achieve nirvana, you must not let yourself be weighed down by negative karma. Justice clears the balance sheet. Sometimes the way to earn that balance is through boot to the head. Her voice drops a bit, almost innocently For the record, I've not 'actually' gelded anyone... yet.
Ava gets up ready, tensing her hands back and forth as she breaths deeply, using her keen sense of smell to find out who might be on the otherside of the door.
From her scent ability can she get a trace of the scent of the man or whatever is out there? If so is it a familiar scent? Your ruling really if she can actually pick up the scent or not.
Trouble??! Dolgana whispers at her top volume; her inebriated state is now evident. See the thing is, they always wait for you to open the door. They're... coming in! What we need to do is go OUT to them. Let's break through the door- they'll never expect it! she proposes her wild plan to the nearest person holding a beverage. Her eyes gleam expectantly, waiting for a response.
|Shalyna _DM Salsa_|
|Valyana _DM Salsa_|
Valyana looks from Shalyna to Talus, then sighs as she rolls up her sleeve to reveal a set of intricate intertwining tattoos around her arm.
Shalyna goes to let in Ka'eln, who turns out to be a fine hawk, as Valyana begins speaking.
"Me and Shalyna are not yer normal barmaids." Valyana rolls her sleeve back down to hide the tattoos. "I don't know where we came from, and neither does she. We were raised by the other druids in the woods. We were taught what they knew, and even became skilled enough to gain the respect and friendship of our companions."
Knowledge Local 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (11) + 4 = 15
With the rolling up of the sleeves of Valyana and Shalyna Genisen's attention is finally drawn away from the booze. He doesn't recognize the symbols, but the women seem much more interesting to him now.
Knowledge (Local) [DC 12]: 1d20 ⇒ 16
If so, either my first roll above would count, or Knowledge (regligion): 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (1) + 4 = 5
Huh, a 1. Nevermind.
Fearghus waits tensely for the druids to respond to Durnak. His backwoods, childhood instincts were to not trust them, which didn't at all square with what he'd so recently come to know of Shalyna and Valyana as being "young lasses, kind a' heart an' fair a' face".
|Shalyna _DM Salsa_|
Shalyna closes the window and shutters. A sad look clouds her face and her voice is low when she begins to speak.
"The two of us have been friends for as long as we can remember. We don't know how we wound up orphaned in the woods, but I guess the Starsong was lookin' over us, because it was one o' the druids that found us an' not a goblin or worse. It was a group o' about a dozen druids that raised us and taught us the ways o' the wood. Then, they-- they--"
Tears gleam in her eyes and her voice breaks as she tries to get the words out. Ka'eln, the hawk gives a little squawk nuzzles the girl's cheek.
|Valyana _DM Salsa_|
Valyana comes to Shalyna's side and wraps a comforting arm around her friend.
"Right after our initiation as one of the forest walkers, when we gifted our tatoos and found our companions, a band of goblins attacked. They slaughtered all but the four of us. We were told to hide, so we hid under the roots of an old pine. We ran after the goblins left, there were no dead to bury, they took them all. We ran until we saw the town walls. We snuck in and probably would have died here, if not for Talus. He found us alone on the streets and took us in, and let us stay after he heard our story. That was almost seven years ago."
Though her voice is calm and even, a tear runs down her cheek and pain is all too clear in her eyes.
Lol - just realized that I have Blade of Mercy as a trait. I don't take -4 for dealing non-lethal damage. Would have been nice to remember in the earlier fight.
Grrr, I hates gobl'ns. Ev'n more 'n I hates cities. My st'ry done be da op'site a yers. I'sa born in Sal Port 'n growed up fight'n fer ev'ry bite a food. Fight'n fer food gots me inta pris'n 'fore I's thirteen. When's I 'scaped, I done said g'bye ter da city 'n goed ta da woods. Been liv'n off da land fer neigh on ten years. So you good gals done growed up in da woods 'n fled to da city. I growed up in da city 'n fled to da woods.
With this, Durnak reaches out and scratches the big cat behind the ears and takes another swig of his ale.
Wild Empathy: 1d20 + 1 - 1 ⇒ (20) + 1 - 1 = 20
Fearghus relaxes as the girls relate their tale. "Seems we've got a lot more'n common than'd be guessed af'er," Fearghus addressed the girls quietly.
"Valyana, I tol'ja in'a kitchen a'fore all mess broke 'at we've all 'r secrets - an' since we all seem t'be in a sharin' mood, mine's more'n a mite like y'rs: three years back, my whole village - all a' way north t'th'Iron Pines - was killed by th' damned goblins. I was in th' next village over t' see th' smoke an' such, but t'ain't a-one a' my whole fam'ly made it out alive an' that day I swore 'venge on 'em filthy greenskins an' never a day goes by I don' get all in a fury thinkin' 'bout it an' wantin' t'head up there 'gain an' slay 'em all."
"Aye, an' if there be any other kin'a service it is I c'n do f'r you, I will, no matter a' cost in gold, steel, or my life's blood, cuz t'ain't right what ye been through 'n s'pas' time someone 'sides Talus 'ere made good f'r ye both."
Thinking about posts. Is Anna still with us? She has not posted in 6 days. Her last post on any board was 5 days ago.
might just be busy, it has been east and such afterall. Might only get net from computers at work.
"I'd like to learn about this lord you mentioned before sir." Krol turns to the inn keeper. "I have never exchanged pleasantries with other nobles and I am also curious if he really is as thick as you claim or if he is simply unable to cater to all the people who live here. Afterall, owning a town is a difficult task. Balancing allowences, hiring guards, keeping employment high, but not so high that no job gets done."