Ashardaldon Series - Unoptimized KK (Inactive)

Game Master Freddy Honeycutt

Respen Shakes his head at the women burning away, "May Imoedae protect your soul and as the fire god purified your body." He keeps his head down turning his prayer. Then brings up his head looking at the items, "So how do we want to split up the goods?" As he sees the orc dancing around the burning tree inspires a tune from his mandolin.

Perform(string instruments):1d20 + 8 ⇒ (10) + 8 = 18

Xane shrugs at Sir Respen's words. She seems distracted by something.

Not fussed here. Split the money's equally. Sell what people don't want and split that? *Shrug*

Also, a note for the DM in the chat thread. *Bows*

Walking away from the tree as soon as it takes light, Thedrin is glad to be done with the place. Looking down at his three layered robe he sees far too many ragged edges and blood stains. Will take a week to launder this stuff...

Thedrin picks through the takings from the Druid and his face shows mild distaste "Ain't nothing I'm after - feel free to share amongst yourselves"

Erky comes up to Xane
"I guess ol Belak told tha truth when he said thar was nothin we could do tah undo tha supplicant process, seems he lied when he said we would still be alive....I was suspicious when he added after a fashion, guess he meant only our bodies would be left."

"Yah did yer best girl!"

"I guess we really were too late tah save any o tha towns four heroes, wait this is only two o them!"

Xane kneels down beside Erk...and after a moment rests her head upon his shoulder.

After a short while she hugs her friend and stands, rubbing at her temples,

"Right, next time some one starts harping on about being all high and mighty, just remind me to start swinging instead of trying to work out what clap-trap they're spouting, hey?" She grins at her friends.

"Now then, lets see about gathering up all the shiny and getting back to some where we can have a good meal and some great drinking!"

Yah, lets get back to town. We can worry about divvying up the spoils there, over the bar tab! (^_~)

"Yah did yer best girl!"

Looks at the others...Thedrin, Gurukk..
"Did any o yah hope tha heroes could ave been saved?"

Gurukk stops his reverie to the fire and says to Erky, "The Fire God decides who is saved and who is not. Gurukk does not get to make that decision. So Gurukk didn't really worry about it one way or the other."

Gurukk casts prestidigitation on Thedrin's robes after he notices him looking at his bloodstains cleaning all of them out.

"By the way this longsword is magical and used in sundering if anyone is interested in it"

Looking amongst the remains of Sharwyn a signet ring is found, indicating a family crest, it seems likely that her family would like to know of her fate.

Gurukk figures the same is true of Sir Bradford the paladin, upon searching the man further he finds a silver holy symbol of Imodae...

He then tossed the stiff form into the dying fire.

Shatterspike full info.

Cocking his head slightly at Erky "There were other heroes? I thought we were the noble ones, no?" Thedrin got a bump on the head halfway through :P

Seeing Gurukk concentrate and then feeling a tugging on his robes Thedrin shushes him with flailing arms "Hey, hey - mind off the threads..."

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Gurukk figures the same is true of Sir Bradford the paladin, upon searching the man further he finds a silver holy symbol of Iomedae...

After Gurukk finds the holy symbol, he gives it to Respen.

He accepts the symbol and looks towards the fire his celebrating demeanor checked back to reality, "Sir Bradford I will watch over this for you, let the Lady Imoedae now embrace your spirit." Then he whispers to it, "I see your giving me second chance, bless you my Lady, Bless you." He holds onto the symbol tight as he stares into the fire for awhile longer.

After Respen finishes watching the fire he turns back to Gurukk, "My orken friend, you devotion to your fire god truly drives me back to my service to my Lady, I want to thank you." He gives a bow to the emissary of the of the fire god and pulls out his hidden flask of fine drink and shares with him and all his friends.

As he finishes passing the drink around he looks at the Shatterspike a fine weapon held by a paladin of his former order, the fallen one rubs his hands together nervously not knowing if he is worthy enough to wield it. "A fine blade for a fine warrior..."

Don't Worry Thedrinn Respen was too hungover in the start of it to know what the mission was until half through it, when he pieced it together. hehe.

"Yep I was locked up with them, they was all alive then. Twas a hearty fighter named Talgen, the female wizard Sharwyn, tha paladin Sir Bradford, and a Ranger named Karakas."

"Well looks like at least two of em ain't walking home.... Erky, who took the others away from the cages?"

At Erk's words, as well as Thedrin pointing out the maths, Xane perks up.

"Say, that's right. We're two people short." She hefts her sword, her mind already thinking about any possible combat to come.

"Hey Thedrin did she say two short people?"

"Can't be us Erky..." pointing a diminuitive finger at their fellow halfling Respen "We number three"

:P

"Belak took them humans down here....."

Xane stills and focuses upon Erky's pointing of direction. She moves slowly towards the place indicated.

Sooo...um...no back to town for some hard partying, then?

Do we go up a level? :D

Does anyone want to search the remaining rooms in the citadel?

Or return to town?

As posted in Out of thread. Back to town for rest, relaxation, reselling, restocking and general good times. :)

Only seems to be a few rooms left, we might want to check the others real fast then head out.

"So we stayin or goin?... if we stay we should camp out a bit and get a bit more piss n vinegar flowing through the veins."

Night's rest would do wonders :)

Xane frowns, absently rubbing at some of the wounds still evident upon herself,

"Well...play now, rest later..." She gives her two cent's worth of philosophy.

Yah, lets DO this!

The burning of the giant tree gives a nice spot for a camp, and likely at some point the tree will burn itself out.

Those who camp do so and those who want to kick in doors do that as well.

Shortly you find that other than a few twig blights, skeletons, dire rats and another bugbear gardener there is not alot to see....

You find Belaks journal.....

One entry is important in stating that the fighter and ranger escaped but met their fate in the goblin village above....

Huzzah - so that's the lower level finished then?

So...we're off to some quality Pub time, then? (^_^)

You return to the village a great story to tell and a masterful tale of triumph holds the attention of all those who hear it….
You also in the telling feel somehow changed, somewhat beyond what you were.

Afterwords the villagers set the evil saplings alight and the mayor turns to you with a frank expression.

”You realize that our actions have set loose several of the abominations upon the world, who knows what these twisted plants are doing now?”

Corkie Knackle the gnome witch is saddest of the Human wizards plight, it seems strange to you at first till she hugs Xane tightly as she clasps the signet ring.
"I adopted her when she was just a baby, she didn't follow my path, she was a stubborn one, like you I am certain."

Congradulations are in order you have survived the Sunless Citadel…..
You now have some actual and game time off until the start of the next module.

The actual time is 1 to 2 weeks, the in game time is 2 months….
So you have at least a week to level your characters and decide any items you are going to buy sell or craft.

You may not craft more than your character can in 2 months of game time.

See you all back for Forge of Fury!

Thedrin spends equal time at the bar quaffing ale and the river washing all the blood, guts and other stains out of his threads. After the robes are indeed clean he then moves on to a fair hack job with a needle and thread - returning his signature tri-robed look to it's original splendour.

Replying to the mayor "Well if you want the buggers hunted back down again I could do it... for a price..."

Xane spends her time drinking, carousing and generally being loud, proud and boisterous.

Once the celebratory mood calms down back to the normal routine of village life she'll spend amounts of time with Miss Knackle. Helping the Gnomeish lady with chores and other things where she can

The one thing that the town's folk, and her companions would notice is that Xane is growing up.

While she is proud of her physique and never hesitates in showing off her strength, whether it's helping lift, haul, carry, push, dig or other wise 'get physical'.

It's sheer the size of her 'growth' spurt that catches others by surprise. Something that causes Xane to spend a goodly amount of the gains from the dungeon in spending on new clothes to fit her burgeoning physique.

Not that Xane minds, but I dare say the polite folks don't want her wandering around all loud, buffed and 'proud' ;)

I leave the final little details of Xane's growing up for DM Kenderkin to expound upon. :)

"Yah hadn't finished yer growin up girl, well now tha yah are I tink I'm takin yah tah mah bed....as soon as I find one big enuff!"

"An don't yah be still grownin while Ima lookin either!"

Respen forgets he is trying to get the Warrior Goddess's blessing, and drinks with his comrades while playing his mandolin he help tells the many tales the group exprienced in the sunless citidel.

"Your the ones that sent us in, I am sorry for your town's lost but if you wish for more allies the Kobolds and Goblins are open to making deals. Since goblins just lost there current figure head and the kobolds owe us for freeing there god. I can be your diplomat for a price to convince a servant of Imoedae. You know churches don't build themselves."

While Xane waits for her new, shiny armor to be made and the other little nick-knacks that have taken her fancy to be ready.

She spends her time wearing a simple tunic worn with a belt at her waist and playing with her new pet Sooty, a riding dog. (^_^)

Once his robes are clean Thedrin seeks out the ceremonial basket weaver of the town and sets his mind to learning the noble and arcane trade.

Forge of Fury!

The legend of the smith Durgrddin the Black is well known in this region. In each of the taverns you’ve passed through, you’ve heard stories of wonderous treasure hidden in long lost dwarven vaults and a pitiless war of vengeance between dwarf and orc a hundred years past.

Durgeddin was a master smith who forged blades of surpassing quality and power, centuries ago, Durgeddin’s home was sacked by orcs. Durgeddin led the remants of his clan to a new stronghold in the mountains north of the town of Blasingdwell and established a small secret stronghold somewhere in the trackless wilderness.

From his hidden redoubt he waged a decades-long vendetta against all orc-kind, until one day his enemies discovered his fortress and attacked it. Durgeddin and his followers perished, and much wealth was carried away by the conquering hordes. But it is said that the deepest and best hidden vaults and armories escaped the looting and some of Durgeddin’s extraordinary blades still wait in the darkness for a hand bold enough to claim one.

From the information you gathered one thing leads you to believe that you may know where the fabulous fortress lies.

"I am certain tha passage bout stone teeth really tells tha location, I heard tell o a mountain called tha stone tooth an surely it all fits together!"

"Come friends, the Fire God has told me to find the Forge of Fury! Many heretic orcs that have strayed from the Fire God's path are there and it is my duty to cleanse them all. Whose ready to set out once more with me in search of adventure, treasure, and burning? Not necessarily in that order of course!"

"Very well let us go my orken friend, your devotion to your fire god has rekindled my connection with my Goddess so if we need to help him I will join you." Looking onto his companions yet again the older halfling smiles and thinks Here we go again."

The town is actually friendly in the time following the fall of the sunless citadel.

You have made several new friends along the way the young boy who sells rope (another adopted human child) of Corkie Knacle the old gnome witch....

She still misses her daughter Sharwyn and has taken a liking to Xane as a replacement. She has sewn a scaf for Xane..

"Was tha only thing I thought would fit yah as yah keep on growin!"

Picking some muck out from underneath his fingernails and idly flicking it to the side, Thedrin shrugs his shoulders and gives his assent "Sure, lets go have some fun... bar fights were getting boring round here anyway" he adds with a twinkle in his eyes.

The drunks have learned the hard way that Thedrin might be small, but he can definitely hold his own when it comes to the fine art of getting down and dirty.

A poster proudly proclaims Thedrin the "Small Giant" and "Champion of the Battle Royal"......

Thedrin's mind wanders to his happy place, standing triumphant on a table. Nose bloodied and right eye blackened, but surrounded by puking, mewling bodies clutching at their kidneys, crotches, ears and eyes. Wiping vitreous humour off his fingers onto his trademark tri-robed style, he drains his tankard of ale and holds it skywards with a barbaric yawp... a smile crossing his lips and lingering.

Corkie Knacle the old gnome witch....

She still misses her daughter Sharwyn and has taken a liking to Xane as a replacement. She has sewn a scarf for Xane..

"Was tha only thing I thought would fit yah as yah keep on growin!"

At first, as she sits upon the porch of the inn listening to the tales of Dwarves and their trials, she definitely doesn't seem impressed.

"Who cares about a bunch of old holes in the ground, anyway?" She mutters to Soot as she ruffles her large dog's ears playfully. It would seem that with her previous adventure behind her, Xane's passions have waned.

However Respen and Gurukk's talk of a fight soon has Xane buying a small wagon and getting her gear together and stowed aboard so that when every one is ready to march off Xane and Soot are ready to adventure with them again.

As you near the town of Blasingdell the sun has set and you sightly misjudged the onset of night ahead out of the darkness you hear bowstrings from the darkness ahead!

Darkvision

@Xane
1d20 + 4 ⇒ (14) + 4 = 18
1d8 + 1 ⇒ (8) + 1 = 9

@Respen
1d20 + 4 ⇒ (9) + 4 = 13
1d8 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2

@Thedrin
1d20 + 4 ⇒ (16) + 4 = 20
1d8 + 1 ⇒ (6) + 1 = 7

@Erky
1d20 + 4 ⇒ (9) + 4 = 13
1d8 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 1 = 3

Initiative 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (20) + 4 = 24 beat that!

An arrow spears out of the darkness and starts to undo all of Thedrin's hardwork by creating new bloodstains on his robes.

Initiative: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (13) + 4 = 17

20/27 HP

Initiative:1d20 + 2 ⇒ (5) + 2 = 7

"Rrragh!" Is as coherent a thing Xane comes up with as an arrow hisses past her ear. She lifts her sword from her cart and CHARGES!

Soot's ears pick up at this new sound. As the dog's mistress roars and runs off into the night the big wolf-hound barks happily and runs after her, tail wagging at this new game they are about to play.

Charge the enemy!! First round spent closing. Xane is still large.

The arrow breaks under one of the plates hidden in Respen's armored jacket, the older Halfling startled moves towards the orcs and pulls out his sling letting loose a stone at the creatures.

Initative:Can't beat it with a +0 :(
He'll move 15ft towards them then fire a stone at them!
Sling shot:1d20 + 3 ⇒ (12) + 3 = 15
Damage:1d3 + 3 ⇒ (2) + 3 = 5

"What tha!"

Deadly Aim
Attack 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (7) + 3 = 10
Damage 1d6 + 4 ⇒ (5) + 4 = 9

The orcs go again!

@Thedrin
1d20 + 4 ⇒ (13) + 4 = 17
1d8 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 1 = 5

@Respen
1d20 + 4 ⇒ (18) + 4 = 22
1d8 + 1 ⇒ (6) + 1 = 7

@Erky
1d20 + 4 ⇒ (18) + 4 = 22
1d8 + 1 ⇒ (6) + 1 = 7

@Xane
1d20 + 4 ⇒ (1) + 4 = 5
1d8 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 = 4

Xane closes and gets an AoO on an opponent in addition to her regular attack!

You are up!

Gurukk sees the orcs with his darkvision and attacks with his great axe charging into battle "Heathen scum. The Fire God's emissary comes to claim your pitiful lives"

Charge Attack with me Great Axe 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (18) + 8 = 26
Damage 1d12 + 4 ⇒ (9) + 4 = 13

AC is at 13 until his turn again