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589 posts. Alias of Lloyd Jackson.


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That took longer than expected. Endless cans of chili! The horror!

Athene, I know the feeling. The further this goes, the further it's going to get from the books and when Golden Princess comes out I just know I'm going to find all sorts of goodies in there that I wish I'd been able to play with.

Pavo, yep. See PM.

Mina, less studying and more working this week actually. Unexpected deliveries to the lab, and I am Emergency Minion 1, so I got unexpected hours, yay and boo. That's actually my job title. As given by supreme-overlord-for-life, or until he graduates or the Mistress of all labs decides otherwise, Dan.

Staveon, yes. Yes they are.

About the Gray Knight, I'm glad people are intrigued, and please keep speculating, about this or anything else. The Gray Knight plays an important role in what is happening in the background. Depending on how the campaign goes, it* may even be a figure that features prominently in your adventures.

*it. I HATE that english doesn't have an ungendered singular pro-noun! It is for things not people and #$#%#%@& *mumble mumble growl*


You have a more difficult time understanding him this time, and think you may have misunderstood some parts.
"I am Knight-Commander Diorn Loring. We sojourn in the westernmost of the Sun Lands of Marred Arda. What was called by men the United States of America in the last age and called Montival in this age. You are strangers in the Wine Land den of the Bear Killers. Gesturing to those with the bear head insignia.

Giving a perfect courtly bow signifying respect and friendship."Forgiveness for the cold welcome, and wish that you had come to us in happier times, for much has been forgotten since the first-born were seen in middle-earth of the first ages. We know nothing of Kyonin of Golarion and the Aiudara were lost long ago. The blood of the west has just begun to quicken, and the Sword has only returned the languages, not what the Histories left unsaid. "You come amid days of tears and blood. The high king* of these lands was treacherously murdered by a foreign prisoner possessed by Morgoth**. His daughter carries him north to her mother that they may grieve. We soon follow, but first prepare our people for war."

Gesturing to the hills westward, "Will you guest with us and tell us more of the Blessed Realm***? The Bear Killers are goodly people, but like dwarves they are grim at the best of times, and now their rage is like the bear they emulate, for the high king was their founder's son."
* He said a bit more than that, explaining relations to the recently deceased king. English doesn't have a good way of explaining mother's sister's husband's kid, but I imagine Elvish does. Assume Athene knows how Diorn, Mary, Ingolf, and Rudi relate to one another.

** This name isn't one you're familiar with, but is similar to names used for Asmodeus or Rovagug.

*** This is weird. He is referring to the celestial planes, collectively, as though they were your home.

Sense Motive DC20:

You don't know what was being said, but you recognize a friendly invitation when you see one. One of the VIPs likes you, well one of you at least.


You can only catch about one word in three. The half-elf's dialect is worse than the old Taldan they use in Chelish operas. If Athene gave you a bit of brushing up you could probably get by though.

Something you are sure about is this guy is both important, and doing something important. The thread on his tabard is actual silver, which doesn't stand up to rough use. It's mostly for ceremonial or special occasion use.

As Athene and the half-elf converse, he suddenly bows to her and then continues.

The one-eyed woman seems to be following the conversation, but the man next to her keeps his attention focused on the rest of you.

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You sense no evil in the guards or in the new arrivals.


You detect several magical auras on the three riders. Faint transmutation auras from their boots, bracers, and belts. There are also faint illusion and abjuration auras from their cloaks, though those are bit harder to get a fix on. The belts look like they enhance endurance, and the boots increase speed and nimbleness. You're not sure about the braces or cloaks though. No additional check needed at the moment.

Therin and Staveon:

You both recognize what this is, recruit training. It's a bit unusual though. There aren't many nations who start training professional soldiers in their teens in this manner. Really, this is mostly a Cheliaxian peculiarity found in Andoran, Molthune, or Cheliax, for the sons of noblemen, or wealthy merchants in Andoran's case, preparing to be officers.


The trainee's equipment isn't particularly high quality. It looks to be decent materials and construction, but more intended for training purposes than serious fighting. Their instructor's are high quality and meant to be used. There isn't a lot you can tell from it in regards to where they might be from. Their bows are heavily recurved, meant to be used on horseback, despite the bearers current ground-pounding. Their shields are also slightly concave, with a metal boss in the center, meant to shed blows rather than just stop them. The swords look like backswords, a straight, single-edged type of longsword. It's easy to make and doesn't require as high quality metal as other longsword designs, which makes it a kind of odd choice see as it, and everything else they have is made from excellent steel.

Overall, it's not like quite like anything you've seen. It actually most resembles stories you've heard about centaur and horse nomad tribes that live in the vast grassland steppes of Casmaron, the continuation of the landmass Avistan is part of, beyond the eastern borders of Brevoy and Taldor and north of the Kelish empire.

The riders' weapons tell a different story. They don't seem to be wearing any armor, except for padding on their tunics perhaps. Their have the same horsebows as the trainees, but they aren't carrying a shield, and the woman's sabre looks like a one-handed version of Staveon's dueling sword. She could be from Brevoy, though from the north part of Issia.

The half-elf's gear looks very traditionally Elven. A slightly curved longbow on his back, and a narrow, light-weight longsword better suited for thrusting and slashing than hacking.


You think you have an idea of their ranking system.
You're friend Frederic is at the bottom. "Armiloj-viroj"
Above him is something else, you think that might be when you're allowed to use your own colors and heraldry. "kavaliro"
Then there is his liege's rank. "Barono'
Above that is, "Grafo"
then "Duko"
and finally "Sinjorino Protektanto" which he draws a crown above. Connected with a line above and to the side of this is "Alta Reĝino".

Frederic draws a line straight out from Sinjorino Protektanto and points to the image of the sweet-faced woman, "Reĝino patrino" but does not put a crown above her. With an exaggerated sad face, he crosses out Reĝino patrino, then crosses his arms and closes his eyes.

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Apologies for missing things in my post guys. I've had to type up several of the entries without access to the website, then post when I have the chance, so I'm sure I missed somethings. Also, please do not be surprised or alarmed if I disappear for a day or two next week or the week after. It's finals again! Yay for term classes.

Pavo, have fun! Also, Athene was able to understand the greeting due to untrained linguistics check on an archaic racial language. If it isn't a racial language, you need to ranks in Linguistics to make the check. I think.

Mina, yes you do get two traits. Those two look fine, and fitting, to me. Class skill bonuses only apply if you have a rank in the skill. I think. As for leveling up, my thought was some or all of the party would put a rank in linguistics and learn English. That may change, and if it does I will give you heads up about it in advance. If you've seen 13th Warrior, I'm thinking the language barrier will be like that. There for the beginning, but removed later on. Speaking of which, I really like that movie.

Therin, have you consumed enough brains to unzombiefy? That's how it work right? Glad to hear you're doing better.

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During the coin exchange, Mike vehemently shakes his head at Mina's question. Pointing to himself, then the coin, "Mike Garcia. Urso murdintoj." "Mike Havel. Sinjoro Urso Mike Havel" He does have a few scar lines, but nothing like the one on the engraving. The letters on the watches and coins aren't the same. You think they aren't the same alphabet.

Frederic tosses one coin of each to Kelly, who shakes her head in response to whatever he said. Mike also takes a look, but shakes his head in turn, throwing out a couple of words with a questioning tone.

The guards follow Staveon and Pavo's reenactment, map, and drawings of the fight with interest. Frederic taps the blade and holds out a hand questioningly. If given a chance to examine it, he looks it over carefully, seeming to be looking for something. Apparently satisfied, he returns it handle first. Near Staveon's figures, Frederic draws a thin figure gnawing on an arm, a pair of jagged lightning like symbols, a clover leaf, a half sunburst, three letters: CUT, two stylized equine figures chasing one another forming a circle, and a five-pointed star without straight lines and an eye in the center. Pointing first to the 'dead' stick figure, Frederic then points to each symbol in turn, looking for confirmation or negation.

Once Mina begins her biology lesson, Frederic turns red and Mike and Kelly both laugh. Smiling, Mike once again crosses out the elf figure. Drawing another human figure next to the first, he redoes the figures so that each step is the same, except with two humans this time. In the fourth and fifth boxes, he keeps the half-elf. If anyone looks skeptical, he nods firmly and points from the two humans to the half-elf.

Pavo's exploration doesn't provoke any reaction until it looks like he may be straying beyond the post, at this points Kelly calls out to him swiftly and gestures back to one of the benches. If he doesn't seem inclined to comply, she sighs, picks up her unloaded crossbow, and points at him and the bench.

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As you continue your communication in stick-figurese, you notice a group coming towards you along the tracks. A few dozen humans in their mid to upper-teens jog in a solid block, wearing a uniform of breast-plate and chain, round-shield, longsword, recurved bow and quiver, all done in a combination of brown and red. Boys outnumber the girls about three to two.

A middle-aged man runs in front, wearing similar, though higher quality, gear. His features a mix of Mwangi and Ulfan. Blue eyes sparkle from skin the color of wheat toast, and his crinkly blond hair is cut very short.

Your guards rise to their feet. Mike smiles at you encouraging. Pointing to the bear symbol and the runners, he makes a shrinking symbol with his hands. "Eta urso." Pointing to the man in front, "Urso murdintoj. A-listo."

Three people ride along-side him. Two are of similar age. A weathered, dark-haired man whose crooked nose and scarred face argue for a interesting life. Alongside him is a rather piratical looking woman, her blond braids, azure eyes, and eye-patch make you think she should be on the deck of dragon-ship rather than a horse. Both are dressed in mottled green and grey and carry horse-bows on their backs. Their weapons are a bit different though, the woman wears a long, slightly curved saber, while the man seems to have one of the machete-like weapons.

The third rider is perhaps the most interesting. A young man, twenties or thirties perhaps, dressed in a black tunic. Embroidered in silver across the breast are seven stars surrounding a crowned tree. Serious grey eyes are set in a delicately handsome face, and two pointed ears sweep our from his blue-black hair.

As the party approaches, Mike, Kelly and Frederic all make steadying and placating gestures.

A dozen yards or so from the post, the Mwangi man calls them to a halt. Facing the youngsters, he begins to speak rapidly in loud, barking voice. At various points one will step forward, speak to the man in a similar voice, then return to his or her place. Occasionally, the instructor will gesture towards you or speak to Mike or Kelly, who reply in a firm respectful voice.

As this is taking place, the half-elf and his companions dismount and approach. After a brief conversation with the guards, he turns to Athene and begins to speak in Elvish.


You can understand him, mostly, but he is using a very old, archaic form of High Elvish, the language you hear in the Queen court or read on the Aiudara, the elf gates. I've got no idea how to do this properly, so please bear with me. "The Empyreal Lords and Celestials look upon us beloved sister-kindred. It has been said you come from beyond the Grey Harbor or from a different Age. How did your light come to us in such a forsaken place where the spirit of the Bound One holds sway and the breath of humans lingers where it ought not?

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Captain Kirk would be proud.

Mike and Kelly shake their heads. Each pointing to their symbol and themselves "Urso murdintoj", then indicating themselves, the castle, and surrounding area, La kostumo de la Urso murdintoj.

Frederic taps the entwined letters, "Portland Protektaj Asocio" before flipping it over to the portrait. "Reĝino patrino Sandra Arminger." After saying something to Kelly and Mike, Kelly flips him a pair of silver coins. Both silver, one has the bear's head symbol on one side and the portrait of a stern man with a wicked scar across his forehead. "La kostumo de la Urso murdintoj." "Sinjoro Urso Mike Havel." The other coin has the same letters as the other six, but the image is of a younger woman with a familial resemblance to the other. "Sinjorino Protektanto Mathilda Arminger"

Kelly joins in, pointing to the bear coin, "Sinjoro Urso Mike Havel. Estro de la Urso Murdintoj." Tapping the coin with the younger woman. "Sinjorino Protektanto Mathilda Arminger. Alta Reĝino de Montival."

Frederic takes one of the coins Mina offers, weighting it and gently biting the edge. Nodding, he accepts the trade, but asks Kelly something before adding her two coins so that the exchange is equal. Tossing two back to Kelly, he taps the sides of one Mina's, now his, coins and cocks his head. "Kio estas tio?"

The drink would have been a wine diluted with water, and yes, quite cold. There is actually ice floating inside the jug. Feel free to decide the type of coins you gave him and the engravings.

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Frederic looks critically at Staveon, but then shrugs. "Rystar?"
Pointing to the valley east of the castle "Barono Napa", to the castle and the area around it "Urso murdintoj", and to the valley and hills west of the castle "Mackenzies kaj vadőr". Pointing to the picture of the half-elf, "Vadőr" and again gestures to the west.

As the map is taken out, all three examine it, but shake their heads. No map of their own is produced, but they gesture to the castle.

Mike smiles and winks to Athene as Staveon says the word. Pointing to the drawing and back across the bridge. "Waerg" Pointing to Staveon's dogs, he shakes his head. "Hundo" He carefully points across the bridge and to the dog, clearly trying to draw a distinction between the two.

There's no fire for khave, but Kelly and Mike return the arm-clasp and nod encouragingly at his efforts to parrot what they said, repeating it slowly carefully.

No worries. Staveon. I'd say his Latin phrases are an archaic form of Taldan. The Taldan army of expansion that came to the River Kingdoms was a long time ago.

Oh, just in case anyone is wondering, I'm using Esperanto to represent English in game, since currently we're using English for Common(Taldan).

Mike looks at the drawing and shakes his head. Crossing out the elf figure, he darkens the line between human and half-elf and again points towards the valley and hills.

The swordsman, Frederic, fails to choke back a laugh at his companion's and Athene's drawings. Snickering to himself, he takes the stick and begins sketching. Surprisingly quickly, he makes a accurate sketch of the feral dogs following you. He tries repeating the word Mike used, but mangles the pronunciation badly. Thinking for a moment, he turns one of the ears into a ragged stump and eye near it into a mass of unseeing scars. Holding it up he shows it to everyone and seems to be asking a question. Ĉu vi vidas unu similan? Ĉu vi vidis tion?

Mike, the one in plate, carefully repeats the words Athene says while his companion is drawing. He nods as Athene shows the stick-figures of human and elf. He points at her eyes, and says something to Frederic, who makes two rough sketches. One is an elven face with solid monochrome eyes, like Athene, the other the pupil, iris, and white of a half-elf.

Pointing to the face like Athene, and then to her, he looks confused. Pointing to the half-elf face, he gestures to the valley and hills west of the castle, and shrugs like it isn't unusual.

Mina, looking inside the coin purse, you see there isn't much at the moment. A half dozen silver coins is all, marked with three interlocking letters on one side, and a picture of sweet-looking middle-aged woman on the other. What jewelry do you have?

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The guards confer amongst each other, much as your group is doing. Each action by the party, Mina's displaying of goods, Pavo's stunts, and Staveon's money, elicit another burst of conversation.

Eventually the man in plate shrugs, an obvious and noisy gesture even at this distance, and slowly approaches, motioning for Athene, and her alone, to do likewise. He carefully looks her and the writing over, before doing the same to the rest of you.

After he calls back, the woman moves to a tale metal pole attached to the bridge. She carefully selects several flags, clipping them to a line and raising them up to flap in the breeze. The swordsman blows a complex series of notes from a brass instrument. Soon similar notes ring out from the land before you.

The armored man rolls his eyes, and tilts his head back in an exaggeratedly aggrieved manner. To those of you with weapons out, he mimes sheathing a sword, repeating it if someone seems reluctant. In the background, the woman removes the bolt and carefully releases the tension from her bow. The swordsman hangs his shield on a nearby rack.

Once everyone has sheathed their weapons, or firmly indicated they will not. Plate motions you to follow him. If anyone has refused, he sighs dramatically and looks to the rest of you imploringly. If there's still no cooperation, the man firmly indicates that ones with ready weapons must stay here and not come forward.

Leading you to the shade of their post, though the air is still rather cool, the guards gesture to plain wooden benches set against the post's walls. Taking a seat together on the north side, the guards all offer friendly smiles. Plate points to you and then the benches here before gesturing towards the sun and moving his hand in a ticking motion across the sky. He shrugs and sighs once again.

The following more or less happens at the same time, the order isn’t particularly important.

The swordsman opens a battered blue and white chest, made out of another odd material you aren't familiar with, and offers metal jug, already dripping with condensation, to be shared after taking a long drink himself. Looking at Mina, he gestures to her jewelry inquiringly, then takes a out a small coin pouch and tosses it suggestively.

The woman looks at Pavo and mimes springing and leaping, then looks down at the water around you, and back up, tapping a finger to her head and shaking it bemusedly. All this is accompanied by a smile though. Pointing to the cardinal directions, and then Pavo, she walks her fingers across her hand, tilting her head interrogatively.

Plate claps Therin on the shoulder and gestures with his other hand across the bridge the way you came. He nods, saying the almost elven word again, and spits between the rail ties. Taking a stick with some kind of grey core, he crudely sketches a four legged animal with a tail and lots of teeth. He says the word once more wearg before writing beneath. Unfortunately it isn’t in the Elvish alphabet.

Showing the picture to Athene, points at her mouth and then to the picture once again. He does the same to Pavo, looking between them hopefully.

As Staveon gestures to himself and the Bloodstone symbol, the three nod their heads. Plate, points to the bear’s head Urso murdintoj. La kostumo de la Urso murdintoj.. Pointing to himself, Mike. The women points to the symbol and herself Urso murdintoj. Kelly. The swordsman stands gives a courtly bow, as much as his armor will allow, to Staveon. Pointing first to himself, then the grapes, finally the eye. Frederic Smith. Armiloj-viroj de Barono Napa, vasalo de Sinjorino Protektanto Mathilda Arminger el la Portland Asocio.

The three guards all look similar to the two you fought. That generic mix of Chelaxian and Taldan which tells you absolutely nothing about where they are from. They are also all about the same age, mid-twenties or so. The swordsman wears his hair down to around his ears. The woman's hair is in a braid that coils up inside her helmet, but hangs down most of her back once she take it off. Plate's head is clean shaven, but that may have more to do with a scalp already going bald than anything else.

They are a bit different in the way they look and carry themselves. The ones you fought were tough, but the lean, almost feral, toughness of people who have survived a hard life. These folks have the beefy look of people that train hard and eat plenty, and you notice weights, all of cast steel, of various sizes and shapes stored in racks near two more heavy crossbows and a array of pole-arms, swords, and other weapons.

Everything here, whether equipment or the post itself, has the feeling of quality to it. Each thing was made for its particular function, and made to do it well.

Perception DC15:

You notice the guards keep looking at Athene, as though they weren’t quite sure what to make of her. Particularly they keep looking at her eyes.

Sense Motive DC20:

The friendliness seems genuine, though they seem a little wary of Athene, as though they’re just waiting for her to do… something.


You can see the pack hanging back. They seem unwilling to cross the bridge. As you watch they begin snarling at each other, then sulk away towards the ruins.

Thanks for the heads up.

Mina, you're actions are have effects. I'm just waiting for Athene before resolving yours.

Hearing the barrage of languages the party sends forth, the swordsman turns his head to the other two, the conversation going back and forth. As Staveon moves forward, the crossbowwoman raises the point of her weapon slightly and shakes her head. Holding out a hand, palm vertical and facing front in a clear, 'stop' gesture.

After discussing the matter between them. The swordsman tries calling out again. The one with the glaive tries two different phrases as well, looking intently at Athene. None of these sound at all familiar. The woman says something to the other two, who shrug and she tries yet another incomprehensible tongue.


You're clueless what one of the languages the armored one used was, but the other tickled something. Elvish sounds distinct from human languages. It's in a whole other category, fitting since elves are from Sovyrian originally. You can't understand what he said, but it sounds like it's from the same 'family' of languages, which is all sorts of interesting.


You haven't a clue on the mood aside from what you've seen.

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So. Many. Words.

Pavo, thank you very much. Descriptions are what take me the longest. I can bang out a technical paper reasonably fast, but creative writing isn't my strong point, which part of the reason I got into PbP. So, if they're looking good to you, it makes my day.

You were on the north-western edge of the city of Vallejo. The area you went through is an industrial park. The castle is on the cultivated ridge between Napa and Sonoma valleys where they come down to meet the bay, a bit south-west of the city of Napa. There isn't a town there right now in RL. Please use your experience to help describe things. I've visited the bay area frequently, but my experience is all along the coast, not wine country. Also, I know nothing about wine, which is an important thing locally, so if I say they are drinking *wine*, feel free to have Pavo tell us what it actually is.

Mina, SF is a bit cooler than LA, but you should have a sense for the general landscape, use it.

Staveon, glad to provide impetus for squeeing, of whatever kind. The game will undoubtably provide some spoilers to the books. That is unavoidable. However, it should be interesting for you to try and parse out hints from the game as to what happens in the book. Also, Athene's spoiler is a spoiler.

Athene, very true. Mostly faithful to the books, but several decades on from Dies the Fire.

Out favorite hatchwoman is definitely still around. Alas, the Spider is no longer with us... mostly.

Also, if anyone feels like wall-of-text monologues/rant, verbal or internal, go right ahead. Reading your responses is a lot of the entertainment for me.

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Heading north along the road, you pass the standing houses and burned remains. The cylinder you arrived on, stands lonely on its little hill. A small empty space, and then you pass through the collection of box buildings. Made of concrete, with buttressing ribs along the side, cavernous doorways gape open, or are sealed by metal doors. One after another. You idly count the doorways on a building, twenty-one for this one. Embedded in some doorways are great metal boxes, fifty feet in length. Double sets of black wheels, squished and flat looking, like a fruit with the pulp sucked out, hold up one end. The other rests on metal struts, or on the back of some more of the enclosed wagons. These are much taller and truncated though, as though they were never meant to be without the metal boxes attached.

Past the boxes buildings with their square doors and attached metal boxes, your black road crosses another way. This one is made of raised gravel with two steel rails, wide as a wagon's wheels, run across square timbers dark with the same tar-like substance as the poles that run along the road. Seeing the two roads cross one another, you realized that the one you had been following was quite wide. More than enough for three wagons to traveling along, and from the build you'd taken a look from, you'd seen places where the black roads were two or three times as wide.

Walking along the rails, you notice a side path branching off to run along one of the buildings, the biggest on by far. On it rest more metal boxes, but larger than the others. These rest on solid metal wheels more than a foot across.

Once past the buildings the land fairly empty, though to your north you see a area with two great paved roads that cross each other near their ends. These don't seem to go anywhere however. They just form two sides of a triangle with the third side covered in buildings. They don't actually attach to the buildings though.

Soon the ground turns to marsh on either side, and your path slowly rises before turning into a bridge of metal beams that crosses the main river channel of the estuary. The timbers the rails rest on simply connect on the bridge itself now, and between them are gaps down to the river itself. Something better designed to break legs and cripple horses you've yet to see. Fortunately on either side of the rails are plank walkways. All this is secondary though, for near the other side you see people!

There are three, two men and a woman. They were resting on benches in a guard post constructed across the bridge. Watching you approach, they rose to their feet and took position. One man on each of the walkways, and the woman on platform on the rails between and slightly behind them.

The man on the left wears full-plate armor, a red, snarling bear's head emblazoned on the shoulder, with visored sallet helm. He learns against his glaive-guisarme.
The man on the right wears a combination of breastplate and chain-mail. He picks up a large shield emblazoned with a cluster of cluster of grapes on a tan background. The upper right corner is black with a red star or cat’s-eye pupil of red. A broad longsword rests in easily in his scabbard.
The woman is armored like the swordsmen, chain and breastplate, though hers has the same bear sigil as the more heavily armored fellow. She holds a spanned and ready crossbow, tip pointing diplomatically downward. Shortsword and buckler hang from her waist.

As you get within easy shouting distance, the swordsman hold up is empty hand and calls out to you in an unfamiliar language.


Boxes and angles and corners! And metal. Metal everywhere. It would take the foundries of the entire inner sea years, maybe decades to produce this much, and it’s in everything like it cost nothing! The railway is new, but it makes sense. You can move things a lot more efficiently over rails like that than over a road. The problem is that those boxes must weight tons. Solid metal wheels inches thick? Not even giants are going to be able to pull those. Those enclosed carriages were bad enough, but at least they were a reasonable weight. These things are ridiculous, and the five of them are clearly meant to be pull together, as great metal clamps hold them together.

No matter how hard you look, there is no sign of war. It’s as though everyone just disappeared.

Seeing the bridge guards, here’s something you are familiar with. The swordman’s heraldry isn’t too different from the Brevic style, at least it seems similar. The grapes and background would be the device of his lord, and the quartering tells you who his lord’s liege is. Grapes make sense, judging from what you can see of the fields across the river. The quartering is a bit odd though. That’s just evil, asmodean/cheliaxian actually, looking. The other’s sigil doesn’t give you a lot, but it does by comparison. They don’t have the same liege, or at least the same relationship. If the bear is a noble sigil, then the lord isn’t a direct vassal of anyone except the crown, like the great houses of Brevoy. That would explain, sort of, but not really, the expensive kit. It could also be a company insignia, though that makes less sense. Mercenaries with that kind of gear were it guarding bridges.

Their equipment tells you something as well. Plate armor is expensive. Really expensive. A good suit fitted to the wearer runs as much as a magic blade. Guards don’t have that kind of gear, and even if they did, who wears that guarding a bridge? The other two’s gear is also high quality and better than most guards or arms-men have. Whoever they work for has money.


It’s like they all just disappeared. Looking through windows in to some of the houses you see dolls lying on the floor, books, mostly eaten to tatters, on shelves, and some even have plates and utensils, made of steel of course, on tables as though for a meal. Most are empty, but in some you glimpse skeletons. Not enough for everyone to have died in their homes, but enough that more than few did. Some bear obvious marks of violence, from edged or blunt weapons or claws and teeth, others are huddled together as though the spent their last moments together for warmth or comfort.

In the area of box buildings, you see great structures of pipes and gears , belts and hoppers. You have no idea what any of it could be for, but there area was clearly factories and warehouses of some kind. On looks as though it is nothing but a giant empty space, its floor unweathered and shining beneath the dust of time. If you could get Mina to cover it with ice it’d make a wonderful skating area.
The rails and their boxes are more metal. What was with these people? Not even the sky citadels of the dwarves have so much iron in everything, and here it’s all steel. You’ve heard of similar rails, mostly wooden or with a thin sheathing of metal, in the dwarven mines and cities, but those are for mining cars little more than oversized wheel-barrows.

The guards, of course they’re encased in more steel too. The heraldry looks Brevic, Staveon probably knows what it means. You can’t understand what the guard said to you, but your ears caught something when they were talking to each other as you approached. A single word, not one you are familiar with, but distinct from the rest of their speech, it sounded… elvish.


You keep your senses open, but you can’t find a trace of magic anywhere. If this was some sort of wizard war like Geb and Nex, there should be signs everywhere, but there aren’t. Nothing on the guards either.


Ah, guards. Here’s something you can work with. You can’t understand a word he said to you, and it doesn’t look like anyone else does either, but you recognize the tone. He’s bored, or at least unconcerned. That’s probably closer to it actually. For all that the words are incomprehensible, it sounds like any generic, ‘Hey traveler! What’s your business?’ you’d hear in a dozen uneventful towns not near anything unusual. Obviously, they don’t seem to think you’re unusual or threatening.


No obvious signs of war about. At least none that you can find.

The bridge guards, here’s something you are familiar with. The swordman’s heraldry looks like some of the Brevic stuff Staveon’s told you about, at least it seems similar. The grapes make sense, judging from what you can see of the fields across the river. There’s good land here, and the climate appears good for vines, so no frozen winters like the River Kingdoms sometimes get. The bear design looks like a company insignia, though that makes less sense. Representative of the local lord with some soldiers from a company on contract? It’s weird though, mercenaries with that kind of gear don’t wear it guarding bridges. Plate armor is expensive. Really expensive. A good suit fitted to the wearer runs as much as a magic blade. Who wears that guarding a bridge, especially in a place that probably gets blazing hot during the summer, at least if it’s like the vineyards in Taldor and Andoran. The other two’s gear is also high quality and better than most guards or arms-men have. Whoever they work for has money.

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Finally! Everyone, since my sense of descriptive abilities do not fully convey the truly astounding sight, please use google maps to take a look at the San Francisco bay region of the United States. You are on the north-western edge of the city of Vallejo.

Also, please think of suburbs you know and pictures of the bay area you seen, or personal experience if you have, and how you character would react to what they are seeing. If you have particular skill checks you'd like to make to identify things, do so, or if you'd like me to describe a particular aspect in more depth, just ask.

Remember, your character doesn't think it or do it unless you post it!

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It's hard to say anything since you haven't actually seen one, but mad wizards and alchemists have done all sorts of unnatural things to various animals. That's where the owlbear came from most likely. They could have more strength than their size would suggest, or increased intelligence. Those are fairly common things desired in guard animals. Perhaps unnaturally keen senses?

Backtracking just a bit, you find what Therin was talking about. On the west side of the road, between the hedge-like bushes and the swampy ground, there's a bit of ground that's firm enough to walk on but without anything more than grass to hinder you. It also hides you from the road. If the dogs attack they'll have to come from the front or rear, or give you plenty of warning crashing through the bushes.

You move forward cautiously, alert for your new friends, or anything else sneaking up on you. After a while the fog begins to clear, and your path ends as a area of land built up to be level with the ruined houses juts out into the swampy field. A box like building occupies the area directly in front of you, surrounded by the rusted carcasses of some odd looking contraptions. Wider, and in some cases higher, than a wagon, they are built in the general dimensions of that ordinary vehicle, but enclosed, and framed and paneled entirely in steel. Windows wrap around the up half of the things, most of them gaping empty, but others filled by panes of glass. Many are half-way between the remains of window glittering forlornly in their frames. There are dozens of the vehicles lying around the building.

The building itself resembles nothing so much as a titan's gift box. Easily 75 ft by 25, and perhaps some thirty feet all. It seems to be constructed of great sheets, as tall as the building, of wavy metal fastened together over a skeleton of steel beams. A ladder, not unlike the one you found on the platform you arrived on, rises to the flat roof.

Carefully testing the rungs to ensure they are safe. You climb atop the roof to get a view of the land you have found yourself, taking turns to ensure enough remains believe to protect the animals.

What you see like nothing you’ve ever heard of. Houses. House after house stretching from the crossroads south for more than two leagues! From the estuary to the west into the foothills on your east. The… settlement is shaped like a pear or tear drop. A mile wide at the crossroads, its northern edge, to more than a league across near the tip of the peninsula it rests on. There are a few buildings that break the monotony, mostly box-like structure similar to the one you stand on, though far more massive, hundreds of feet on a side, but mostly it is just street after street of houses. Some areas are nothing but overgrown ashes, others seem almost untouched. The enclosed metal wagons lie through this place, some twisted or straight on the roads, others parked in front of the houses or buildings.

Across the strait the sight continues, buildings or their ruins creeping up the hillsides like ivy. All to south of you is houses, houses, houses.

You lie at the north-eastern edge of a westward facing bay. To the east rises a ridge of hills. West of you is a great tidal estuary, some league and a half across. Filled with winding waterway, isles, and tidal flats. Looking west, where the bay turns south before opening up into the ocean once again, a blinding light shines in your eyes. West and south the buildings appear to grow larger, and one, it must be hundreds of feet high, seems to a tower of glass, reflecting the morning light like giant mirror. A mightly bridge, a league long if it is an inch, gracefully crosses the bay. No Arch of Aroden or Irespan or solid stone, from this distance it looks as though dainty fairy legs dipped into the water to hold it up. Other similar bridges, but merely a a mile or half that cross the strait to your south or the sloughs to the west.

Through all this, one things grows more and more in your mind. There are no people here. Your feral packs hang back beyond easy bowshot, small groups of deer and other grazers pick their way through overgrown lots and abandoned yards. Song birds boast to one another and raptors circle overhead, but that is all.

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As you continue looking, something hopeful catches your eye. The northern side of the is less strange. Fewer building lie there, much of it looks like it could be fields, and a castle. A real, ordinary Taldan-style keep watches over them from partway up the hills. A few tendrils of smoke, not wild fires, but from comforting cooking or smithing fires, rise from the fort and the area surrounding it. Now you are sure of it, there is a village nestled against the fortification, castle graze in some of the surrounding fields.

Taking the northern road from the crossroad, it appears to take you through a whole town of the massive box buildings, but then turn north and west to cross the river forming the slough and towards the castle. It would probably take you into midday to reach it, a good four hours or so. to reach it, but nothing unduly difficult.

Apologies if that seemed like wasted time, but the dice gods have spoken and the foe sometimes chooses the better part of valor too. I'll wait for a post or two then move things forward again.

Staveon, riding dog stats for the guard dogs is fine, but mules use pony stats. They're not Clydesdales after all, though a mule that size would be mighty impressive. ^_^ Mule Also, what you're doing with the dogs is Handle Animal, which can't be done untrained, so it might not be a bad idea to shift a point around somewhere. Don't worry about reposting, these actions stand for now.

Therin, you are no longer sicked. Each night of rest you regain 1hp per level, so in your case, 3.


1d20 + 9 ⇒ (7) + 9 = 16
1d20 + 9 ⇒ (20) + 9 = 29
1d20 + 5 ⇒ (9) + 5 = 14
1d20 + 0 ⇒ (2) + 0 = 2
1d20 + 0 ⇒ (18) + 0 = 18

1d100 ⇒ 93

The party moves closer together, Pavo continuing to cover the forward approach, while Staveon, Therin, and the dogs cover the other directions leading to the mules. Athene and Mina step back, ready to help where needed.

After several tense moments, the howls begin to move away, with a frustrated quality to their sound.


This is ridiculous! I've rolled two twenties in a row for you!
As your keen eyes search the mist, you notice several of the dogs lurking in the mist. The veil parts just long enough to get a good look at some of the pack.

Slightly taller than a riding dog, there is an unseemly amount of muscle on a powerful frame. It's as though someone had taken every useful trait from every attack dog in the world and put them together. Legs long enough for speed, but muscled so that it must also be an incredible sprinter. A wolf could probably outrun it if it got enough of a head-start, but wouldn't have a chance against this if they were both in attack range. The jaws are large and heavy, meant to crush the bones of creatures far larger than itself. The skin is slightly loose, to prevent something else from getting a hold of it. You've never seen anything quite like it, and aren't comfortable that this is from regular breeding. There have to be trade offs when selecting for traits. That's how nature works. That doesn't seem to have been the case here.

The brutes attention focuses on Therin and the mules, but mostly on the warrior. After examine the group, and you'd swear making a cost benefit analysis, they stalk back into the mist. They may not attack now, but your gut tells you the pack will shadow you until they are sated, or a better opportunity comes along.

That'd be fine. There are three of you with wands of CLW I believe?

Ugh, at 15 a day I wouldn't have net either. Glad you're back Athene. Since I missed yesterday, I'll be moving things along a bit faster today if you're posting schedules allow it. Expect another post around noon MST.


1d20 + 9 ⇒ (20) + 9 = 29
1d10 + 2 ⇒ (5) + 2 = 7


The best path seems to be the road, but in-between the bushes and the marshy field, where it's usually dry but too wet often enough to keep brush from growing, there's likely to be a usable way. The road would be hidden from view, which could be a plus if anyone is coming down it.

You have more experience hunting animals than most. If these behave like other pack hunters, they'll go for the mules first.


There are at least five of the brutes out there, you can tell that for certain. You think there might be a few more, but can't be certain, and that's not including any without the courtesy of saying hello.


From the howling, Pavo was right. Dogs, probably feral based on the look of the place, which means far more trouble than if it was a wolf pack. Most animals avoid people, but a feral dog has none of the usual reservations, and these sound like they're from a breed meant to attack humanoids.

You put the number at seven, enough to make you slightly concerned, you can hear their cries and the sound of their claws on the pavement. Several party members smell of blood, and there's a good chance, a very good chance unfortunately, that the pack thinks there is easy prey to be had. They're unlikely to take down the party, but they could cripple someone, or one of Staveon's mules.

As the party tense for a fight, a hoarse drawn-out howl comes from your left, out of sight, but far, far too close for comfort. Answering howls echo from the mists to your left and front. Staveon's dogs growl in response and the normally staid mules grow antsy, shifting right and back towards the intersection and the hedge.

A few seconds later the howls fill the mist once again. Closer, and shifted along your flank. The pack is obviously move to encircle you.

I should have done this earlier. Everyone, please welcome Mina, who will be retroactively taking Saranie's place.

Since Pavo and Athene are going to be busy during the weekend, and Pavo in particular has an important part to play in the immediate future, now is a good time to ask questions or have something that was glossed over expanded on. When I provide information on something, it is generally just what your character notices at a glance. When you make a check, I try to give more complete information. Many times it isn't so much a case of seeing something as knowing what it means, perception checks being the exception. Anyone can see the glowing doohickey, but only someone with training or background can identify the spell or know what the object is made of.

One thing you guys have been great at is rephrasing information in the spoilers into your character's own words. Please keep doing so! I try to phrase them to fit each individual, but ultimately I'm not them, you are. And please keep having conversations between one another! Therein lies the story.

Also, I don't always remember everyone's skills, backstory, or interests. So, if one of your skills feels applicable, or you just think it would be pertinent/interesting to you character, let me know with a roll.


1d20 + 7 ⇒ (2) + 7 = 9
1d20 + 0 ⇒ (17) + 0 = 17
1d20 + 5 ⇒ (12) + 5 = 17
1d20 + 0 ⇒ (11) + 0 = 11
1d20 + 9 ⇒ (12) + 9 = 21

1d20 + 7 ⇒ (5) + 7 = 12
1d20 + 0 ⇒ (16) + 0 = 16
1d20 + 5 ⇒ (20) + 5 = 25
1d20 + 0 ⇒ (15) + 0 = 15
1d20 + 9 ⇒ (15) + 9 = 24

A few tries finds a pole with handholds firm enough to climb. It takes hardly any time at all to reach the top, and can see only the the ground around you, with a bit of extra fog in between. It seems the fog is a cloud sitting on the earth rather than a mist rising from it.

Heading back to the crossroads, you take the southern path. Unlike the other three paths, this one has a slightly raised path of pale concrete on the eastern, left, side. The right, west, consists of a sold hedge of bushes before slopping down slightly into the marshy field.

Following Therin's advice, you move off the road to the overgrown, but more passable left. As you pick your way forward, you notice the ground beneath seems unusually dark, almost black, and angular stones lie waiting to twist unwary feet. Distracted, Mina trips and falls.


It'd be easier to determine how much these things are worth if you know something about where they came from. The watches are the easiest. You actually have something to compare them to. The ones you're familiar with sale anywhere from 150 to 350 gold pieces. In the River Kingdoms, the Inner Seas greatest black market, prices vary widely. You've heard in bigger cities or in the dwarven kingdom they are generally around 250. These two are fine examples. The glass front is a bit scratched, but otherwise excellent. No waviness or bubbles. Front and back are finely etch, with whorls and patterns covering the entire surface. There's a symbol of some kind on the back plate. A shield with two interlocking characters. Letters maybe? None you recognize. They seem to wind fine. You'd say you could probably get at least 300 each, probably more.

As for the mace, you're clueless. The metal is good. And the gears seem well made, but you just don't know enough about what it's for to guess. As is, 20 gold as a novelty weapon. The machete, 10-15 maybe. Salereon doesn't seem to think it worth much for than a tool, so most others interested would think the same.

Now for the interesting one, the powder vial. None of the others show any magic, but you swear that while concentrating this one sort of flickers out of the corner of your eye. Everyone time you concentrate on it, there isn't anything there, but there seems to be something, like the echo of a glimmer, just enough to make you feel uncomfortable saying it isn't magical. As for what it might be, you can't say until you actually get a solid look at the aura.

Distracted by the elusive whatever it is, you stumble on the blackened ground. Arms out, you catch yourself from a potentially nasty face-plant, and find yourself exchanges gazes with a half-buried skull.

Therin and Staveon:

You're walking over someone's livelihood. Both of you have seen enough burned homes and barns reclaimed by the wilds to know what it looks like. You'd have to walk a few hundred feet back to the cross-roads to be certain, but each of you is sure that this quadrant made by the intersecting roads was filled with buildings, and they are all gone now. Odd thing, there number of bricks is wrong. There are too many lying around for a couple of brick chimney's, but not enough for brick houses or other buildings.

Athene and Therin:

Old charcoal. Enough of it to stain the soil black for decades after. From the look of the bushes and other plants here, the fire probably took place thirty years ago, plus or minus ten depending on the seasons here. Everything here burned, and the fires were hot. There are bits of metal, iron or steel rusted away to almost nothing, splashes of melted copper, and others lying near the surface.


These people sure seemed found of angles and planes, even the bricks trying to catch your feet are uniformly angular where the edges haven't worn off. Catching your balance after particularly spiteful one tried, and failed, to wrench your ankle. You eyes end up facing just the right, or wrong direction. An eddy in the fog opens up for just a moment. To your left, two hundred feet from the road you are following is another road running parallel. It doesn't meet up the the one you came down, so it must end before at some point in that direction. Another road runs into it, running back east into the mist, forming a T-junction. More important than the intersection is what's standing in it. In the middle of the road, looking for all the world as though it owned the place is one of the largest and meanest dogs you've ever seen. Slightly taller than a riding dog, it carries inordinate muscle on a powerful frame, and those jaws look as though they were meant to crush giant's bones. As you lock gazes, its lips draw back into a snarl, just before it vanishes as the mists swirl again.

Ahem! I believe Miss Hannigan has been looking for you...

Okay, thanks for the heads up. Something to remember, which can be easy to forget, they only work if you tied them on first. With wrist sheaths that shouldn't be much of an issue, but between the two you're forearms might look fairly odd. Two feet of loose cord doesn't conceal well.


The poles sound fairly intact. They've started to decay a bit, but less than you'd have expected. Wood does't usually hold up this well in place like this. It looks/feels like they may have been soaked or painted in tar, maybe the same thing used on the roads?

We have one vote for south. Any others?

Unfortunately, the only points of reference at the moment are the sun, the water, and the road.


The gravel path you followed also served as a dike, you recognize them from fields in the riverlands. The hillock was likewise man-made. It would have taken powerful magic or a lot of time and labor to move this much earth and have it stay put after such neglect.

The you aren't familiar with the trees that line the gravel road. The grass, scrub and other trees you've seen don't seem unusual. Deciduous and evergreen mixed. Could be anywhere between Brevoy and Cheliax. The birds appear to be common wading and marsh birds, some of which actually seem familiar, though you'd have to examine one up close be certain. If you could just get a good look at some of the local fauna, you'd be able to give a much better idea.

*Edit* The only bearings you're really able to get are the sun is rising opposite the water. That puts the water as west and the intersecting road you passed as north and south.


You may not have the experience some of the others do, but you know fog and water. The fog will probably burn off for a bit later this morning, giving you a chance to really get a look around.

Saranie, I would be happy to. How do you remove players?

Athene, thank you. This helps a lot.

Saranie, I understand completely and thank you for showing interest in the first place. If you have more time later on and would like to jump in again, please let me know.

This goes for everyone else as well. If you need an indefinite hiatus, or just disappear, you're welcome to return when you can.

Pavo brings up a really good point. What are people's thoughts on recruiting a new player(s)? I'd like everyone's input on this. Any particular classes or archtypes you'd like to see? Myself, class/party balance isn't a big concern.

That's fine, and thanks for the heads up. Anything Athene is going to focus on, be interested in, or react strongly to?

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I may have made the weapon seem worse than it is. Though perhaps not, I imagine one trained as a Swordlord has rather firm opinions on the proper form of a sword, and compared to a dueling sword this is kludge.

In many ways it's a fine tool though. It can be used to chop wood, clear vines, cleave flesh, etc. That is, if you think a sword should be used for such things. The ultimate golarion evolution of this is the falchata, which you'd be familiar with due to the Taldan heritage of Rostland and Mivon, but whoever made this is still fumbling in that direction and not sure whether to go full sword or keep utility. Yep, never mind. Staveon would probably not approve. The weight is heavily to the front, it isn't balanced at all, and it's hefty, meaning you can get devastating strikes, but it tires you quickly and is harder to become skilled with. i.e Exotic Weapon.
You wish you'd had a chance to see the man actually swing it. You can tell a lot about a man by the way he handles a sword. Unfortunately, the weird maybe cleric just starred and went after your mind, and the fighter just pushed Athene off the edge. That does tell you something though. No Oppara dandy would try that. The man held back and when he did strike it was to take someone out of the fight, not just nick them. At a guess, this was something he did fairly often, rushing an armed person without getting impaled is trickier than it looks, so he fights in places where pushing a foe back is a viable tactic.


Was the one who originally looked found these, but as she is departing and you where at the appropriate location, this falls to you.

Searching the fight area for anything that might have fallen, you find a small drawstring bag. Its material is unfamiliar, woven but with a odd, slippery texture. Inside are two of the small pocket-sized clocks that some gnomes or dwarves make, watches, as some call them. One appears to be made of gold and the other of silver. While you know little of such things yourself, you've only seen well off Andoran or Drumish merchants with such things.

Setting off in the direction of the water, or at least where the sound seems to be coming from, you descend the small hill. Picking your way through scrubby bush and scattered trees. The sun seems to be directly behind you, so you're heading west. West towards the ocean? Shortly you come across an old road. Curiously, it seems to be made of gravel held together by a tar and rolled out flat, like a great licorice sheet. The surface is cracked, with grass and bushes growing through it. Obviously, it hasn't been used or maintained in a long time. Despite this, it provides a fine path for walking and seem to be heading in the same direction you are, as well as stretching back the opposite direction to the east.

Following the road, you notice large poles, smoothed tree trunks turned into poles really, stand beside you everyone couple hundred feet. Black lines stretch between some, while others have theirs lying limply on the ground.

You reach a intersection, with another identical road crossing this one running north to south. Beyond this crossroads, your paths turns into a overgrown gravel track. Old trees line the right side, while the left slopes down into a marshy field. A few hundred feet beyond, the marshy ground to you left abruptly rises to a flat-topped hillock, and your path ends. Beyond and to the right is a maze of small channels and mudflats.

Climbing the rise, it is only a dozen feet or so, you see it continues forwards, and to the south, to the waterfront, a bit of solid ground on the estuarial plane. The water itself laps softly against the grassy knoll, muddy and brackish. The smell of rotting plants and animals fills your nostrils, and the sound of birds provide a counterpoint to the soft water. It's actually rather pleasant, in a melancholy You cannot see to the other side, which means it must be a quarter mile or more across. To the right and left there is only this small rise, surrounded by muddy tidal flats. The only path, unless you want to attempt the mud, seems to be that crossroads you past.


Okay, now things are getting creepy. That road maybe broken up now, but when it was laid out it was flatter than a boy's chest, and probably as smooth. The River Kingdoms doesn't have road like that. Hell, not even Druma or the dwarves have roads like that. And that intersection, perfect ninety degree angels between the four roads. The gravel path you followed was also a dike, you recognize them from fields in the riverlands. The hillock was likewise man-made. Whoever lives, or lived, here had serious magic and skill, and used it on what appears to be a road in nowwhere.


Hmm. This is odd. The trees along the gravel path are unfamiliar to you. Obviously planted though as they run in a line alongside and nowhere else. The grass seems ordinary enough, and a few of the small trees on the hill you descended where evergreens of some kind, others where deciduous, some sort of scrub oak. The birds appear to be common wading and marsh birds. You're definitely not in River Kingdoms anymore, and the doesn't seem like the eastern edge of the Inner Sea either.

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Alright, what to do about the animals. Saranie's dog isn't much of an issue. I can easily see him/her being with you and coming along just fine. Getting down will take a little bit or work, but nothing too problematic. Perhaps the trip was a little more disorienting for them. It wasn't meant for animals after all.

The other animals though, like the mule, are a bit trickier. Could they have been inside the chamber or close enough, sure. I've known adventures to do stranger things than bring a mule into a dungeon. Still, it isn't the most likely. If you want it, it's there. As for getting it 30ft down, do you have enough rope?

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1d100 ⇒ 40
1d100 ⇒ 67

1d20 + 9 ⇒ (19) + 9 = 28
1d20 + 9 ⇒ (4) + 9 = 13


Searching the fight area for anything that might have fallen, you find a small drawstring bag. Its material is unfamiliar, woven but with a odd, slippery texture. Inside are two of the small pocket-sized clocks that some gnomes or dwarves make, watches, as some call them. One appears to be made of gold and the other of silver. While you know little of such things yourself, you've only seen well off Andoran or Drumish merchants with such things.


I'm assuming you moved the ghoul corpses off the platform, because, ick.
As you stand watch after Staveon has gone to rest, you get a better idea of where you are. The moon isn't visible, but you hear the sound of the ocean aways off, and the gentle lap of water closer by. A bay or river perhaps emptying perhaps? The salt in the air seems to confirm it. You aren't near the breakers, but salt water is close.

A soft sound, so quiet you barely notice, tickles your ear. The gravel shifting and crunching under a light and careful step. You see nothing and only hear it once, but you are quite certain something was there. Whatever it is doesn't attempt to get past the string and bell Therin rigged on the ladder. Now, whether it was man, monster, or simple beast is beyond even your ears.


The sword's an confusing one. In shape the bastard offspring of a machete and falchion, something someone who doesn't know what he's doing would make. The material itself though is highest quality. No hint of forging or layers of material, just pure sword steel, honed to a knife edge. Who let's an apprentice mess with good steel?

Weapons are assumed to have been brought up, along with anything people wanted.

The dawn slowly breaks, though the fog continues to shroud everything in a soggy woolen blanket. With better light you get a better look at where you are. A circular platform of cement, stucco, or some such thing. It's featureless, aside from plate or hatch just big enough for a armored man to fit through. The half-inch bolts securing it appear to be rusted shut though. It would take considerable time, and tools you likely don't have, to open that.

The platform itself appears to take up most of the flattened top of a small hill. Around the base is a weed-filled bed of gravel and crushed stone. Looking around, you notice that the bodies of the warrior and the two ghouls are gone.

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I'm going with you guys stayed on the platform to rest. Yes? There was some debate about that.

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Alrighty, first to apologize. When things go crazy I focus on the crisis, it may be a teacup tempest but to us mites in the teacup it's still a pretty big deal, to the exclusion of things like PbP, birthdays, sky falling, etc. That's just how my brain works. If you'd rather not game together anymore, I understand. I'd much rather continue to do so though. I will not promise that this won't happen again in the future. I'll endevor to ensure it doesn't, but when the next crisis inevitably comes, I'll probably disappear until things are reasonable-ish again. I've tried to do otherwise in the past, and it just hasn't worked. Once this is up I'll be working on the gameplay post.

Now, explanation time. Feel free to avoid. Some people want/like explanations, others hate them. I feel obligated to provide one however.

The Rockies are beautiful, and I am often helpless to resist their call. Friday before last it was warm, the snow was still visible on the peaks, and I had a ready pack. I often keep my backpack ready for immediate use. So, more by accident that anything really, I found myself free of civilization enjoying the beauty of those first temples. Alas, I had no goat to sacrifice. Things were going well, and by the usual coarse of 'I've never been over that ridge before...' two days turned into three, and then four. On that last day, I got a text, sometimes there is service on the ups, along the lines of "We're really pleased with the progress we've made Adviser, do you think you could look over everything before the client meeting tomorrow."

As it turns out, I was helping/mentoring a couple of freshmen who were continuing the capstone project I'd worked on during winter. One of the other team members had been heading that up, and my occasional stopping by to help out and innocent statements of continuing interest meant I'd become the senior adviser when she left. This lead to rather frantic trip back to campus, quick review of everything, and away we went to the client meeting the next day. It's sounded like most of you are more experienced than myself in the professional sphere, so this may be quite routine, but this sort of thing still rattles me. Things were made more complicated by our client, not our main contact but his boss and head of this particular department, having died, at work no less, shortly before this. I had just finished an internship for this company actually, and the man who died had been my boss's direct superior. I knew him somewhat well. Thus, I attended a meeting as the meeting as the unexpected adviser on project whose client, a former colleague, was dead. Getting things settled and organized took the next few days, during which I got a job in the department as Emergency Minion 01. Yes, that is actually what I am called. After that, Memorial day weekend and second exam of the term. And now, today.

Paralyzed folks, assume the effect is over.


This would probably be easier if your head wasn't pounding. It's hard to say without getting a good look at the whole thing, but it doesn't ring any bells. Laying on it for a while, waiting to move again, you think it might be made mortar or cement, something like that. You recognize the feel from fortifications. It's not the same exactly, but has that generally sandstoney texture.


The one who pushed you off doesn't seem particularly unusual, or provided any helpful clues. A single-edged sword, decent quality, but nothing special. A bit wider than usual, not thick, just more material between edge and back than normal. Definitely meant for slashing instead of thrusting. Staveon might know more about it. Studded leather armor. A few daggers/knives. Clothing also uninformative. Leather pants and wool coat, it is rather chilly here, and hard-soled boots. As for the man himself, looks like a mixed race human. Kelish, and maybe a bit Mwangi, mixed with Taldan or Chelish. The sort of person you could see anywhere in the Inner Sea. Not too old, twenties? No money or other valuables, and no pack either.

The other is a bit more informative. A bit lighter complected, Taldan or Chelish. Similar age. A few tatoos, all a bit faded. You aren't sure what they mean, but they're definitely runic, ulfan or dwarfish, giant possibly, but not abyssal. It'd help if the different languages didn't use so many of the same runes. Whatever it is, it isn't in a style that you've seen before, and that tells you quite a bit. A knife that'd work as well for utility or fighting. A mace made from several gears and a shaft. His clothes are odd, layers of worn out cast-offs, more something you'd see a beggar who sleeps on the streets wear. Also no pack, but he does have some odds and ends stuff into various pockets. A few tubers you don't recognize, that seem to have been gnawed on. A hunk of salted meat. A cylindrical water-bottle that, though dented and scratched, with plenty of rust spots, seems to have been made flawlessly from a single piece of steel.

As for the mysterious vial, you're stumped. The container itself seems to be plain glass, thick enough to stand a beating, but that's it. From just looking at the powder you can't tell much more than it isn't salt, quartz, and any other readily identified crystal, and the luminescence keeps shifting hues, not consistently, more, as soon as you think you've gotten it nailed down you swear it's changed on you. There's something about it though. Something is nagging at your brain, but it's hard to tell if it's a scrap of a story you can't remember, something someone said, or just a feeling that something is off. The downside to having several human lifetimes worth of experiences is that sometimes it can be a pain and a half to keep it all sorted nicely.

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Staveon, when you decide you aren't. You're the one who wrote this part of the story, so I leave it in your capable, and slightly blurry, hands. In regards to the traveling, assume that for biological purposes, like being hungover, no time passed between the chamber and arrival here.

Athene, indeed. ^_^

Aside rant, falling is one of my peeves. I don't like it. 30ft drop and most 3rd level characters can shake it off even if I roll max damage. No. And it only gets worse the higher you go! Spherical fireball, sure. Flying dragons the size of planes, groovy. But, falling is my arbitrary and irrational line in the sand.

Grey symbol on left hand side of the map is a ladder of rusty, though still quite durable, metal rungs bolted into the side of the pillar.


Though you never studied up on the subject much, you're pretty sure these are ghouls. The lean build, intelligence, and paralyzing touch are all known in folk-lore, though you can't remember any stories mentioning how long the effect seems to last. Your check wasn't high enough to identify anything, but I figure every paladin has at least heard stories about ghouls.

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Saranie of the Rising wrote:
You could be dead. That would be worse too.

Or a ghoul!

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I especially like the part where the paladin's arrow misses, and this abruptly becomes a one elf survival/horror campaign.

Congratulations to everyone on our first battle! What happens from here on out is up to you. I'll respond to describe things, answer skill checks and questions, etc, but really. It's your show.

Pavo wrote:
Paralyzed and disabled. Great...

It could be worse. You could be paralyzed, disabled, and diseased...

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As the arrow strikes true, a golden fire engulfs the ghouls head. A second later all that remains is a headless corpse, tendrils of smoke joining the surrounding mists. Subtle the Everlight's wrath is not.

Therin, Staveon, and Pavo will regain mobility in 2, 2, and 3 rounds respectively. Combat is over, so rounds don't really matter now, but it does mean that whatever Saranie posts will definitely happen before anyone, except for Athene.


As you once again try to minister to his wounds, you feel his breathing cease. He's dead Jim.


1d20 + 8 ⇒ (16) + 8 = 241d6 + 5 ⇒ (4) + 5 = 9
1d20 + 8 ⇒ (12) + 8 = 201d6 + 5 ⇒ (1) + 5 = 6
1d20 + 8 ⇒ (12) + 8 = 201d6 + 5 ⇒ (5) + 5 = 10

1d20 + 3 ⇒ (2) + 3 = 51d4 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 1 = 3
1d20 + 3 ⇒ (6) + 3 = 91d4 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 = 4

1d20 + 3 ⇒ (13) + 3 = 16

1d20 + 8 ⇒ (7) + 8 = 15
1d20 + 5 ⇒ (1) + 5 = 61d4 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 1 = 52d8 ⇒ (4, 7) = 11

1d8 ⇒ 42d6 ⇒ (3, 2) = 5

As Pavo moves to stab once again, his blade slips from his fingers, winging away into the darkness. Screaming in pain, the ghoul whirls about, attacking the men, primarily man, who hurt it so. Latching on once again with claws and teeth, it follows Pavo to the ground. It's other claw, widely lashing, digs into Staveon's leg, and he too stiffens and falls motionless to the ground.

Damage thus far:
Therin, criticaled by ghoul claw, 9 damage and treated as Sickened. Ghoul bite, 8 damage. Ghoul claw, 10 damage. Paralyzed.
Staveon, ghoul claw, 9 damage. ghoul claw, 10 damage. Paralyzed.
Athene, 30ft cliff. 5 damage.
Pavo, Mental attack, 9 damage. Ghoul bite, 9 damage. Ghoul claw, 6 damage. Paralyzed.


It's hard to tell, but you're pretty sure you made it worse.

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Behold Pavo Critical hits and Precision damage

While paralyzed Therin is unable to act, except for purely mental actions, so it is effectively lost, yes. It is an excellent time to ponder which afterlife is your likely destination.

Just so everyone is aware, a paralyzed character is vulnerable to coup-de-graces. Some foes will stop attacking a helpless target, others will focus on it exclusively. *edit. All of the guys are now paralyzed and pretty banged up. Saranie is the only thing standing between them and chow town. There is a time to panic. That time is now!


1d20 + 8 ⇒ (19) + 8 = 271d6 + 5 ⇒ (3) + 5 = 8
1d20 + 8 ⇒ (16) + 8 = 241d6 + 5 ⇒ (5) + 5 = 10
1d20 + 8 ⇒ (12) + 8 = 201d6 + 5 ⇒ (2) + 5 = 7

1d20 + 3 ⇒ (8) + 3 = 11
1d20 + 3 ⇒ (6) + 3 = 9
1d20 + 3 ⇒ (12) + 3 = 15

1d20 + 3 ⇒ (4) + 3 = 7

1d20 + 5 ⇒ (7) + 5 = 121d4 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 1 = 52d8 ⇒ (8, 3) = 11
1d20 + 5 ⇒ (14) + 5 = 191d4 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 = 42d8 ⇒ (4, 8) = 12

As light reappears you hear a cry of triumph and the sound of ripping flesh as the ghoul's teeth and claws tear into Therin as it bears him to the ground. The valiant man is not moving.

With an emphatic, Oh s*%+! Pavo spins around to jab a dagger into the creature's spine.
Damage thus far:
Therin, criticaled by ghoul claw. 9 damage and treated as Sickened. Status ??!. Damage ??!
Staveon, ghoul claw. 9 damage. No longer confused.
Athene, 30ft cliff. 5 damage.
Pavo, Mental attack. 9 damage


As the ghoul sinks its teeth into your neck, you feel a terrible paralysis overcome you. Sensation remains, and you feel the pain of being eaten alive far to clearly, but are unable even to blink. 8 damage from bite. 10 from claw.


Circling the platform, you come across the body of the ragged man lying in the gravel. You think he's still breathing, though for how much longer is hard to say. Something near his right hand catches your eye. A vial of some kind filled with a luminescent powder. It's so faint you wouldn't have noticed it normally.

My poor ghoul! Three attacks with +8 and he's only gotten Therin once. Once! Therin, you tank well.


1d20 + 7 ⇒ (6) + 7 = 13

1d20 + 8 ⇒ (5) + 8 = 131d6 + 5 ⇒ (6) + 5 = 11
1d20 + 8 ⇒ (11) + 8 = 191d6 + 5 ⇒ (3) + 5 = 8
1d20 + 8 ⇒ (5) + 8 = 131d6 + 5 ⇒ (6) + 5 = 11

1d20 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 = 4
3d6 ⇒ (1, 2, 5) = 8

Round 3

Whatever the ragged man was intending, things didn't go his way. Beset by knife and sword, he back to the edge and tumbles off with a giggle. The first sound you heard from him.

On the opposite side, it appears that flight is also the order of the day. As the man with the torch stands on the edge, an arrow shoots from the mist to pierce his throat. As the bright red of a arterial wound spurts, he utters a cry of dismay that needs no translation. A moment later his problems end as Saranie barrels him over the edge. The snap of broken bones indicates his landing didn't go nearly so well as the elf's. With him goes the only source of light, and the platform is plunged into darkness.

Meanwhile, Therin continues to hold his own against the ghoul. The frenzied attacks are unable to get past his guard, but prevent him from getting a clean opening.

Damage thus far:
Therin, criticaled by ghoul claw. 9 damage and treated as Sickened
Staveon, ghoul claw. 9 damage. No longer confused.
Athene, 30ft cliff. 5 damage.
Pavo, Mental attack. 9 damage
Note. Everyone on the platform is operating in total darkness. 50% miss chance to all attacks and you must guess the square the ghoul is in. Therin knows where he is. ^_^

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