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I'm going to have to change my avatar name to "Graz is a male." sigh

Ah, just what I was about to ask. I still need a guard order

As Graz steps toward the box, she hears the voice from behind a different box. Hehehe. I kindly suggests that you leaves masters house. I asks nicely. A shuffling comes from behind a third box, and suddenly you don't feel as confident as you were a few seconds before.

Nobody can judge how long it will be until the rain will stop. But the group prepares for a long stay, making camp in the front part of the cave. Give me a guard order

[cough]Bump[/cough]

The room is a giant storage area, with crates piled up around it. As Grahsvien and Graz enter they sees a the shadow of what may be a giant bat swoop down behind a crate. "How dares you break in masters house. Step farther, and pay the consequences" a raspy voice can be heard behind the crate.

That is an incredible idea

Mercy cannot see any airflow affecting the torch.

Grahsvien, and anyone who follows him, make Stealth and Perception checks.

Enzor casts the spell, and steps back from danger, as Mercy rushes forward. She drops the kobold stupid enough to mess with her. Dessy scouts out for injuries in the background, and the remaining two kobolds attack. squeal in fear, and both rush back for the whole in the cave.

AoO for Bodan and Hranos

Grahsvien cannot detect any magical weapons in this room, but there is a small aura from behind the door connecting the forge to the main house.

As I said before, I say we should go raid the blacksmith, then the Mayor, then leave.

Also, Graz is male. If you were waxing philosophical and referred to Bow as a beautiful woman, go right ahead.

The group heads to the blacksmith. It has three walls, with a low fence across the area where one would expect a fourth wall. The group enters, finding it empty...

except for the hundreds of weapons lining the walls. Beautifully crafted long swords cover one wall, while in another area, a pile of daggers sit. The walls contain weapons enough to fit anyone's desire. Despite the late night, the furnace still belches fire, giving the room a comfortable warmth, in contrast to the night air. The forge is a large room, with a door, probably connecting the shop front to the blacksmith's house.

Just kidding!

A half-elf guard is standing nonchalantly against a building, looking on as his comrades deal with the flames. Of course, Grax does not like a slacker, so she fires upon him...

Go ahead

Meanwhile, the rest of the group is still running around, searching for loot.

Someone give me a building they wish to raid

An invisible forcefield shapes into armour around her.

Thank you/bump. It's been a while. I need to get back into my groove.

Anyway... the prisoners are let out, and Galvan begins another fire in the jail. As it begins to light up, I assume you move back to the shadows, for villagers begin to flock anew, and attempt to stamp this fire out before it grows too large. They ultimatley fail, due to the lack of water, and the jailhouse goes up in flames.

Enzor's spell puts the two, dull-minded kobolds to sleep (in 16 and 17). Mercy's attack misses, and the three remaining kobolds fly into a rage. One lunges at Mercy, another Bodan, and the third Hranos. The first two miss, but the third catches Hranos in the leg. Bodan's kick quickly dispatches the kobold in front of her, leaving one by Hranos and one by Mercy. Hranos cannot return the blow from the kobold.

Initiative:
Enzor: 15
Dessy: 13
Mercy: 13
Kobolds: 10
Bodan: 8
Hranos: 7

That's too bad... I will NPC you, and any time you can pop in, I will let you tell me Hranos' actions. School crap is over! Let us continue...

OOPS! I keep forgetting this is 4E. Yes, use Streetwise

The group leaves the bar, and heads over to the prison. There, they find the place empty of any guards, warden, or the like. As you enter, one of the few prisoners does a double take. Galvan's enormous body sends him scurrying towards the back of his cell. Until you let him out that is. Throughout the entire operation, none of the prisoners say a word. They scurry out into the night.*

Who are these Prisoners? This is interesting. Here's my rule with Spoiler that I put up: Anyone can read them, but the character only knows the knowledge of they make the check. I require only one Knowledge check to recognize all the prisoners.

*DC 15 Knowledge (local), 10 for Orcs. HALF ORC

* DC 15 Knowledge (local), 10 for Rogues TIEFLING

*DC 15 Knowledge (local), 10 for Females HALF-ELF

*DC 15 Knowledge (local) 10 for Magicians GNOME

*The last prisoner is the passed out village drunk. :)

Alright, here it is:

MAP!

Sorry, school is really destroying my life right now..

How did Slave get away, anyway?"

Graz(or maybe it was Grahsvien?) gets 20 on Intimidate, and scares away Slave. Slave runs aaaalll the way home.

Well, Rythe's player hasn't posted since early October. Also, does the town have any higher rulers then the mayor, i.e. a lord?

This town's highest official is the mayor, but it is one of many small towns who have made alliances with eachother. Representatives of each town hold meeting and vote on what should be done about things.

Let's continue...

The group steps into the Six Monks Bar, where many of the people from the traveler's village are milling around. At the front of the bar, a man sits at a makeshift desk, scrambling with door keys, trying to keep track of who has keys, who needs to pay, who is just looking for a free bed.

"Alright! Let's have order, please!" He yells in a high-pitched voice. "Make a single file line!" This request in unheeded, as everyone wants to make sure they can get a bed for the night.

I have a feeling Rhythe isn't with us. He hasn't posted in a while... Can anyone contact him in other threads ?

I believe that you let "slave boy" run off into the night.I think Graz intimidated him? You can easily pick up another slave, who has just wandered past...

"Uh, the Six Monks Bar gets a lot of strange customers, you could probably stay there for the night. Are you guys from the traveler's village that just got burned?"

The idiot has no insight and doesn't realize who he's talking to.

Hranos would probably be about G-18 on the map.

I am starting a new job on Monday so I will probably posting less frequently as a result.

Seeing the Goblins emerge, Bo-Dan releases a loud high-pitched "Ki-Yai!" and does a running , flying kick at the head of the Goblin that looks like the biggest threat. (whoever that is, you can land her in front of him)

Flying kick Attack; Damage (1d20+5=21, 1d6+4=7)

THIS THREAD IS DEAD!

Let the chaos begin... [evil grin]

Galvan and Eulagolg dismantle the well. Before they head off, they manage to pull out some torches with Graz, and light them. As they head back over to the traveler's village, they pass Graz, who has just lit the cart on fire, after allowing Grahsvein and Rhythe to exit, of course.

Graz's push sends the cart hurtling down the street, where it eventually turns off the road, and crashes into the side of a building, where it lays as a burning heap. A few seconds later, yells begin, as the small village wakes up.

Meanwhile, Eulagolg and Galvan have invaded the small shantytown made up of lean-to's, carts, and tents.They each light an area up, and cause even more distress in this area as well.

Guards run to the area. Pause for a moment, and turn towards the well. When they arrive, they find no buckets. And fear becomes all-out panic. Confused locals still haven't caught on, and begin to crowd out of thier houses with children and wives among them.

Despite the chaos made by the group, nobody has caught on to the cause of the fire, and the group remains unnoticed...

This is assuming that you haven't yet stepped forward. Also, I would like to give Grahsvein and Rhythe a chance to post

I14-20

Is there a prison anywhere? My plan is, we set all the prisoners free there, to spread chaos. Then, we go and start killing random villagers. Eventually, the guards will be too confused to create a reasoned defense.

The jail is next to the barracks, as seen by the small writing, "bad people" next to it. You guys can see that you are right outside of the Six Monks Bar.

MAP?!?!?!

MAP! Give me positions, and we can continue/start :)

Alright, here's your new map

Graz sees nobody to snipe, as it is dark, and everyone is sleeping.

Rumblefish wrote:

Grahsvein Uzakyn wrote:

I can't access that page.

How about now?

It says that I need to log in to access it.

I can't access that page.

Sorry for delay. End of the term at school, and I have a s&*~LOAD of work..

The screaming begins again, and within seconds, five more kobolds have joined the original. Combat begins:

Initiative:
Enzor: 15
Dessy: 13
Mercy: 13
Kobolds: 10
Bodan: 8
Hranos: 7

Will post map tonight

No, that's only spot checks, search checks, listen checks, etc. that would give things away if I told ou to roll them

^ This is the map ^
*bump*

Graz looks down at the map. Of course, since it is a halfling map, it is a bit messy. Since halfling maps are more for personal value, it has no scale, but probably provides great memories to the terrified halflings that disappeared earlier this day.

As Mercy brings the torch closer to the crack, a rumbling begins, and as the crack widens, a high pitched giggling begins. It gets louder and louder, until it seems as if the noise would be upon the listener already. All of a sudden, the face of kobold flashes out of the the now three foot wide hole, screeching at the top of its tiny lungs. It strikes at Mercy with a spear.

Of course, the pathetic little thing hasn't seen light for many years, and got distracted: 1d20=4
Initiative please

bump

Map will be up tonight.

"uhh... yeah sure.. whatever." The guard leaves the area. A few seconds later you hear the sound of running feet, and "Billy? Hey! Billy what's up?!"

Ah, that makes it all better.

There. Is this better?

Pretty much all of them. I even get a bit squeamish around minnows and goldfish. When I was 3, I nearly drowned when I got panicky in the water after being "horned" by a catfish. I don't know if you've ever taken one of those spines through the hand before, but it hurts like a mother ... and when you're only three years old, well I'm sure you can imagine. When I got older, my dad decided it was time that I got over my fear, so he took me fishing and when we caught a catfish, he made me take it off the hook. It started flipping and flopping when I tried to grab it, and the darned thing spined me again, so I just washed my hands of it then, decided it's best not to tempt fate anymore! To this day, if I go fishing, I'll make somebody else take it off the hook. Odd thing is, the critters that normally scare people - spiders, snakes, etc. - don't bother me in the slightest.