Adria's Wrath of the Righteous (Inactive)

Game Master MayDay

When Lanny shouts, she rushes to him "what of the Chief. ..the old man? " She asks

Lamm answers Siff: He was safe in the main hall last i checked. I left him with 3 guards. This is a great victory my friends! I believe that women you killed was the source of our troubles over the last few months. Well done!

Bruno, panting heavily from the slaughter and his own dropping adrenaline, croaks, Welcome.

"Good to hear. Let's go make sure everyone is ok shall we?" Darya says retrieving her crossbow.

"Let's go."

Clucking her tongue Nazz crouches long enough to wipe her blade on the garments of a Templar before rejoining the others.

As Iradyiel searches Hosilla's body he calls out "Hey guys, wait up a minute, can anyone identify any of this stuff, and do we want to keep it or do we want to sell it and buy more supplies?" Iradyiel stands up, his arms full with vials and wands, the chain shirt draped over one elbow and the glaive cocked at an odd angle in the other elbow, the unopened letter marked "confidential" waiving in his left hand and the bejeweled book in his right.

"... might want to do one before the other." Nazz muses as she takes the chain shirt and the glaive to ease the rogue's burden somewhat.

"Let's get settled and then we can go over everything." Darya responds.

"How many casualties on our side?" Nazz asks to Lam as she approaches.

Lamm responds: I saw Langston and Freita fall in the battle for the eastern shore. I have not heard of any other casualties. But the headcounts are still coming in.

Lamm bows to the Cleric, Lady Caronna. Come, Madam, we have wounded in need of your healing.

Lady Caronna nods to you all. Your injuries can wait. I will heal the civilians, then return to patch you up.

"I'm fine." she says indifferently as Caronna goes off to heal the others before turning to Darya. "... what about you? You used up a lot of yourself on others," Nazz takes a quick breath as the memory of that sensation courses through her again. "Do you have enough for your own well being?"

Darya smiles at Nazz' genuine concern. "I think I have enough left in me for one more." she says taking a deep breath as a glow spreads across her injuries.

Lay on hands: 1d6 ⇒ 4

"That's a bit better."

good, were all OK so can we think about leaving, Iradyiel, shifting the things he is holding, opens the letter and begins to read it. Wonder what this is about.

You open the letter. pay no attention to the succubus to the left of that drawing file.

You open the letter. pay no attention to the succubus to the left of that drawing file.

pay no attention...and how do you expect me to do that? ok local knowledge checks on Yaniels sword, Nyserian manor, Topaz solutions and Tower of Estrod, in order

knowledge: local: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (17) + 5 = 22
knowledge: local: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (18) + 5 = 23
knowledge: local: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (2) + 5 = 7
knowledge: local: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (4) + 5 = 9

Iradyiel looks up from the letter and says, "Hey guys, I hate to interrupt, but I think you need to read this!"

As they continue walking Darya looks over at Iradyiel, taking the letter and reading it through. "So looks like she was a plant with advance notice of the attack. This goes a lot deeper than some surprise assault."

Knowledge religion for any significance to the crusade of the Yaniel or her sword, or any of the locations. Same order

Knowledge Religion: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (18) + 5 = 23
Knowledge Religion: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (9) + 5 = 14
Knowledge Religion: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (8) + 5 = 13
Knowledge Religion: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (8) + 5 = 13

"This took planning." Khan agrees as he takes a gander at the note. "Where's Drezen?"

Nazz lets out an audible sigh of relief when she sees Darya heal herself, though she takes a little bit longer than she should when looking over her body to see if she has any other wounds.

Knowledge (History): 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (13) + 5 = 18

She fumes however when she reads of the attack and plans. "S. V? Most likely Staunton Vhane, another traitor." she growls while thinking aloud.

Seeing the armful of equipment, Siff says "When we have a moment I'll look at those, Iradyiel."

Peeking over Darya's shoulder, "These names mean nothing to me...except Drezen...I think. How deep does this treachery go?"

"As deep as the pointy end of my sword can find."

Iradyiel tries to not drop anything as Siff inspects the items they found, he does giggle a little at Nazz's comment, jostling the vials.

"Still enjoying this little outing?" Nazz asks the rogue as she arches a brow at his giggling.

still enjoying this little outing? Huh, more than I thought I would Iradyiel continues smiling, turning to face Nazz, almost dropping the wand, "I was just thinking that you have a really long sword," pausing for a moment he crinkles his nose, "I mean a long sword, not a longsword, you know what I mean?" flustered by his own confusion, he shrugs his shoulders, this time dropping the wand.

What is it with men getting caught up about a sword's length? "I used to use a longsword..." she stops as her thoughts catch up to her and her gaze falls to the ground and then sword. "... but this is more appropriate for someone like me."

She's a great warrior, probably trained to use all kinds of weapons, I barely know how to use shortswords Iradyiel, picks up the wand carefully so as not to drop anything else, oblivious to the undercurrent of imageries, "I could see you using a longsword, with a shield or buckler," not trying to tell Nazz her business "not that you need a shie.." swallowing hard "Just a lot of people who wear light armor use a shield to help," looking around at the carnage Nazz caused with her greatsword "Not that you need help, Course a lot of people who use light armor don't...use shields that is." I'm such and idiot

Trying to change the subject "Speaking of swords, Yaniel's Sword was a magic sword called "Radiance" but when she died it went dark apparently its magical powers gone. The crusaders put it in a Museum, then several months ago it was taken." he looked around quickly, "No one knows who took it" he adds quickly don't want them to think I had anything to do with it.

"Weapons are dumb."

Darya, being a mighty crusader

;_;

"Shields are for knights... and for people who want to live." Nazz says sourly.

After Ira goes on about Radiance that sourness turns into spite. "Then I suggest we go find someone who does." she growls as she cracks her knuckles.

Awww

Turning her head to look at Nazz, Darya rests a gentle hand on the other woman's shoulder. "Don't sell yourself short. The world needs more people like you.......Besides, there's something kinda hot about a girl who can swing a monster sword." she says with a small smile.

"If nothing else I think we know who took it now. If they were expecting her to bring it back, she or one of her allies must have it stashed somewhere."

Nazz turns a weak grin towards the paladin. "Maybe, but it needs heroes more... and if you keep talking to me like that I'd start to think you're coming on to me."

"Perceptive too." Darya says quietly.

Nazz about responds to the quip but shuts and purses her lips. "We can finish this conversation in private." she finally grumbles.

Bruno has finally stopped panting while the others talked. He just followed and occasionally spat, just like Esmerelda. Talk of a stolen sword and betrayal was worrying, but he had nothing to add. He was a demon killer, not a detective.

Siff watches the exchange between Darya and Nazz, confused that she was feeling jealous....of whom? Darya , Nazz? Both ?

Shaking her head, she holds out her hand at Iradyiel, "Let me see the wand."

Spellcraft: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (6) + 7 = 13

Siff Identifies the wand

A mongrelman kicks Hosilla's body. Unidentified Mongrelman: You say the magic sword Radiance was stolen? And you think it was this crone here? Well I don't see it on her. I wonder if she has it back at her lair. Even if she did, I certainly wouldn't go in there. I don't think Hosilla was the worst thing in that place.

"Hopefully not, otherwise this would be a very boring retrieval mission." Nazz mused, missing Siff's reaction to her and Darya's conversation.

Like i would set up a boring retrieval mission! Pah!

^w^

After retrieving the dropped wand Iradiel, smiles as he hands it to Siff. He then places the blue potion with cyan bubbles CMW, the 2 x lchemist's fire, the tanglefoot bag, the antitoxin and the lockbox key in empty bandolier pockets. Holding the pink potion with copper specks and the bejeweled book out so he can hand them to Siff as well. Remembering he adds "The blue potion should be for healing if anyone needs it."

Listening to the Mongrel man It would be safe to assume its somewhere else, The worst thing in that place? Boring retrieval mission? Iradiel looks at Nazz and Darya, "A little boring would be ok, right?" then addressing the Mongrelman, "speaking of her 'lair' do you know where it is?"

Something in Siff's tone or expression catches Darya's attention.

'Well that's interesting. She is undeniably gorgeous and she's got the heart of a fighter as well. Huh. How is it that at what seems like the end of the world you manage to find yourself....in the presence of truly amazing women?'

Perception: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (18) + 2 = 20
Sense Motive: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (16) + 6 = 22

Glancing over her shoulder at Siff she asks the sorceress, "You okay Siff?"

A mongrelman kicks Hosilla's body. Unidentified Mongrelman: You say the magic sword Radiance was stolen? And you think it was this crone here? Well I don't see it on her. I wonder if she has it back at her lair. Even if she did, I certainly wouldn't go in there. I don't think Hosilla was the worst thing in that place.

"You're right. She wasn't the worst thing in that place. But we'll kill whatever is."

It's kinda what we do. Bruno tags onto Shear's comment.

Siff looks up from her contemplation of the pink potion, directly into Darya's intense gaze.

"Uh...erm....yeah, yeah....I'm OK." she stammers under the Paladin's forthright attention.

She quickly hunched back over the potion...

Spellcraft: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (6) + 7 = 13

"... are you sure?" Nazz asks with some concern after hearing Siff talk with authority before falling into stammers.

Sense Motive: 1d20 ⇒ 20

Stepping over to the Socereress she crouches down and puts a hand on her shoulder. "If something is bothering you, you can tell me."

Iradyiel, handing the potion to Siff, waits to see of she wants to look at the book, turns from Siff to Darya to Nazz, What am I missing here? as Nazz comes over and quietly speaks to Siff Iradyiel asks, "Do you two want to talk, I can go over there somewhere if you do" he points back over by the boat "I can leave the book here If you want me to, just let me know Ok?" He looks to each of the three of them again hoping someone will tell him what they want him to do. Well they'll either ignore me or tell me what's going on or they'll tell me to get lost. Guess it doesn't really matter as long as I get out of here. Maybe that Mongrelman will tell us where the Lair is so we can go fight something.

Turning to look at Iradyiel Nazz offers the rogue a heartfelt expression. She was glad for his awareness of the conversation, but she didn't want to come out and tell him to leave either. "... um, thank you." she awkwardly says as she slowly takes the book from the man.

have Siff check the chain shirt as well, could be mw or magical or mithral, please tell me it's mithral!

As Nazz slowly takes the book Iradyiel smiles and shrugs his shoulders well at least she's too polite to tell me to get lost, may as well make myself scarce, they want to talk. As she takes the book he tells her "I don't care how evil it is, don't let them throw it away, at least not till I pry the jewels off of it!" he then quickly goes over to Mongrelman that had been speaking and placing his arm around the creatures shoulders assuming this mongrelman has shoulders and not tentacles or something asks again, "So tell me and my friends where this lair is and who we need to speak to about buying supplies so we can go there."

"... will do." she says weakly as the rogue leaves.

Bruno chuckles as he watches the awkward exchange from on high. C'mon, lad. Let's give the ladies some room.
He rides over to the mongrel leaders. Let's go make sure yer town is secure, then we'll go ahead an take care o' that lair.