Ashardaldon Series - Unoptimized KK (Inactive)

Game Master Freddy Honeycutt

"Gather round troops not sure tha nights surprises err done!"

Erky channels positive energy healing everyone for 12 points.....

"Anyone need another dose?"

Kheldor moves off after the caster, rounding the corner 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (11) + 10 = 21 Perception, Darkvision 60ft, See in Darkness

Khledor sees the caster who appears to be laughing and mumbling to himself as he walks along....

The young mage hurls a net of shadows at their fleeing foe 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (20) + 5 = 25 Possible crit. He's entangled for 2 rounds. Not sure how you wanna handle a critical hit with this ability

Xane descends upon the caster as quickly as she can.

CMB:1d20 + 12 ⇒ (7) + 12 = 19

And attempts to grab the fellow.

I am fine with the net tripping the individual on a critical hit....

The cultist is trapped face-down beneath a net of shadows...

Xane might pause wondering whether or not the net is sticky....

*Shrugs* Only one way to find out...

Attempt another CMB roll?

She reaches down to easily pick up the now helpless figure by the scruff of the neck/shirt/clothing.

"Now then, lets have a word..."

"Tempestuous." Says the Sorcerer who then laughs hard until he coughs and spits.

Respen examines the caster's health, hoping he isn't killing himself.

Heal check:1d20 + 4 ⇒ (2) + 4 = 6

Xane holds the Wizard at arm's length, not wanting to get any of him on her.

"Har, har," She replies flatly, not amused at all, "We want real words with you." Then she glances at her friends.

"Tempa-what's-it's not a real word, right?" She frowns some more and eyes the Wizard speculatively.

"Ware the speaker comes! The bell tolls, the gates fling wide!"

More hysterical laughter

Khel sighs "Another insane cultist, of course. Doubt we'll get anything useful out of him"

Xane sighs, "Okay, we take him to the Guard Captain then." She turns and begins walking towards the nearest watch house, wizard held out before her by the scruff of his coat/cape.

As you round the corner you see this guy again...

Mugshot

He notices Xane carrying something and he heads towards you excitedly....

"Hey that's not mah pig!"

The town guards are willing to take the sorcerer into custody
Option to RP the guards or hand-wave and go on to the inn

Xane does try and stay 'up wind' of the country fellow.

"Nope, sorry about that. We found this fellow, true enough, but we'll keep a look out for your pig."

Am happy either way. If folk want to keep on moving on?

Much cheers to all.

You turn the sorcerer over to the proper authorities and manage to make your way to the Inn for a restful night's sleep.

Xane returns 'home' and tends to her furred friends. (^_^)

Respen cringes at the site of the cretin and keeps out of his sight. "I'm with you my lady, let us head home and let the proper authorities deal with them. We still need to keep an eye out for that rather female ogre that tried to kill us."

@ Respen's comment.

"Yah..." She scratches her head, "How do you think some one that blue could go un-noticed?" She asks sounding quite puzzled.

Bizarre dreams trouble your sleep tonight, as images of your would-be assassins mingle with words that seem to come from an alien world beyond space and time. The hissing syllabyles, foreign to you, seem to twist and writhe together like snakes within your mind, making their sinister intent clear through you can discern no meaning. After what seems like an eternity of this, words suddenly ring out clearly over the hissing, as if howled by a madman: ”The bells toll! The gate swings wide!” Then you sink into a deeper slumber.

Early the next morning at the first bells the herald’s trumpets sound throughout the town. The bar-keeper lets you know…”At the second bell the Baron will make a speech, options are to either go and hear it first hand or wait fer tha criers to repeat things through town.”
Which is it?

Xane runs a hand through still slightly mussed hair as she partakes of her usual 'Big' breakfast, making sure Ruff, Soot and her other furries are also being tende to.

"Lets go see the Baron. Don't think we've had a look at him yet...." Xane suggests.

"Gurukk wants to go see him, but have to get close as Gurukk's eyesight is very poor!" 30' due to the curse

A crowd forms outside the Baron’s keep around the northeast tower. Less than half of the town’s nearly five thousand citizens are here, but the crowd looks enormous—and agitated. The morning sky seems agitated as well, with heavy black clouds blocking the sunlight.
The noisy crowd begins to hush as the herald’s trumpets sound again, and the figure that must be the baron appears on a high balcony near the top of the tower. He looks to be over 6 feet tall, dressed in a white tunic and purple cloak and sporting a close trimmed black beard. He raises his hands, and silence spreads over the crowd….
Another tall figure lurks in the shadows behind the baron. His features are shrouded in a hooded cloak…

Perception DC 23….

”Good people of Brindinford, I address you today with a heavy heart, standing amid the chaos that has befallen our town. Lawlessness and disorder have reigned since this street fair began, and even the efforts of a heroic band of adventurers have not put an end to the madness. While we celebrated these heroes and feasted in their honor, assassins plotted to end their lives.”

”The guards of our fair city have been decimated. The streets are not safe to walk at night. Therfore I am forced to call upon a new force of law, one that will restore order in Brindinford. Let it be recorded that I, Baron Euphemes the Second, have decreed this day these new edicts.”

”The street fair is over. All booths must be removed from Eastgate Way before sundown tonight. Any booths, carts, or wagons found on Eastgate Way at sundown will be destroyed.”

”The gates of the city are closed. No one shall enter or leave Brindinford until further notice.”

”The carrying of weapons in the city is prohibited. Anyone seen in possession of a weapon will be arrested.”

”The temple of pelor, whose god has not seen fit to defend our city, is closed, and its priests are declared outlaws. A warrant is hereby issued for the arrest of high Priest Forgrim and sun’s Champion Marith, as well as all acolytes who have served in the temple.”

”In order to maintain this new order in our fair city, I summon to duty all able-bodied citizens who have enrolled in the militia. They are to report to the barracks immediately.”

”Let the forces of lawlessness know that we will brook no disobedience of our law. Defiance will be punished by death, and justice will be executed without delay.”

Sense motive DC 15

As the final word is said a figure appears on the roof of the tower. It is humanoid, 9 feet tall, but gaunt to the point of being skeletal, a tail like you have seen on scorpions lashes around behind it, stinging the empty air. Mug shot

The Baron slowly turns and disappears into the tower. The crowd stands in stunned silence.

The crowding and the shortness of the speech made it impossible to get really close to the Baron on the highth of the tower.

Xane stands amongst the crowd, not minding that she's head and shoulders above every one else. She absently scratches Ruff under the chin whee he's perched on her shoulder.

Perception:1d20 + 6 ⇒ (3) + 6 = 9

She listens to the Baron's decree... but doesn't really understand most of it. She scratches her head.

"Here? The guards we were talking too didn't seem all this decimated. The seemed okay to me." She frowns then sighs.

'Well, if people have to move things in a hurry..." She turns and begins making her way towards where the stalls are. Offering her 'abilities' to help people move/pack their gear quicker to meet the coming evening curfew.

Sense motive? What's that? Every one's so nice and honest.

1d20 + 10 ⇒ (12) + 10 = 22 Perception, See in Darkness

1d20 + 3 ⇒ (13) + 3 = 16 Sense Motive

In very hushed tones, but loud enough for his companions to hear "That was a very strange speech. The Baron lacked any emotion, which he should definitely have had, making such proclamations"

Kender, let me know if my ability to see in all darkness and shadows, even magickal ones, helps me out here

Perception: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (16) + 9 = 25

Sipping on his whiskey flask, the halfling narrows his eyes suspicion at the Baron's company then turns to the group "Let's hurry to the temple of Pelor, I have a feeling they might have some answers about the Baron's friend. As well we might need to prevent a riot for that reward."

Without waiting for an answer the short paladin starts moving towards the temple.

Xane follows her knowledgeable companion.

The crowded streets make movement difficult....

I assume everyone is together and headed for the Temple following Respen's lead.

Once you approach the temple proper it is currently being ran-sacked by town guards, the creatures that flank the guards are not Brindinford citizens. They resemble snarling, canine beast pads forward on all fours, its slender front limbs looking more like hands than a wolf's paws. Their eyes glow with unearthly excitement as two of the low level priests are being taken into custody....

Mugshot

One town guard announces loudly...
"A warrant was issued for the arrest of high Priest Forgrim and sun’s Champion Marith. Anyone with knowledge of their whereabouts can earn a reward."

Xane slows at the sight greeting the group at the temple. She quietly says to her companions,

"This...isn't right..." Her nose wrinkles in...displeasure upon seeing the... hound things. She also makes sure Soot and the others are on a 'tight' leash so they can't make any moves against/towards the weird other dog....things....

"Blunt Blades!" the halfling curses as they arrive late. "No it isn't Xane, let's see what they take out but don't intervene. I think were next on there list, and they are looking for an exscuse." Respen studies there new foe.

Detect Evil on the whole lot of them and a Knowledge(Religion):1d20 + 8 ⇒ (18) + 8 = 26 on creatures.

1d20 + 13 ⇒ (11) + 13 = 24 Know(Arcana) to ID the creatures

"Are we going to just allow these fiends to take innocent people? I am pretty sure these priests and the other two haven't actually done anything wrong" Kheldor replies, also quietly.

The creatures are Evil for certain. Kheldor knows the beastial appearance masks a true maleficient intelligence.

Kheldor

"Those wolf things can suck the life out of you. They will also turn aside all but magical blades. Be wary if we decide to fight them, as their claws and teeth are vicious."

Kheldor readies an action to cast a spell on Xane if she decides to charge them. Readying Enlarge Person to go off as soon as Xane attacks

Sorry, long hard day and am feeling ill. Will post when I can. Sorry for the delay.

"It looks like tha guards heart err not into tha job...an least tha clerics err jus being arrested."

Although Erky is of a different clerical order he tucks his holy symbol beneath his tunic.....

"Gurukk doesn't hide love for the Fire God, and neither should these 'Fire Loving wanna-be's. Also no one takes Gurukk's axe from him. Let's break some stuff, starting with those dog things. Maybe if we fight them the others will help, if not....so be it."

Xane gently puts Ruff down handing him the leashes of Soot and the others. She gently, but firmly, tells her doggies to 'Stay' before stepping in front of them all and looking towards the guards and their...pets...

"Geez...those are two ugly puppies...." She shakes her head even as she lets her disgust show openly while talking about the two creatures. She plants her fists upon her hips and waits.

One guard approaches you...

"These guys will be placed at the guard shack for processing."

"You guys should move along."

Sense motive DC

Xane continues to stand immobile. Though sekritly she's a tad disappointed that there's been no reaction to, what she considers, her masterful insult of the pair of really ugly dogs.

What's 'Sense Motive' and if the DC is 0 do we automatically pass? ;)

DM's roll to read spoiler:

(^_^)

12, DC 12

1d20 + 3 ⇒ (19) + 3 = 22 Sense Motive, I believe I know everything they are thinking, lol

"That sounds good to me, Captain. We'll get going" 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (7) + 10 = 17 Bluff

Xane is prepared to hold her ground, but nods to indicate that she'll follow Kheldor.

Erky suggest that you all should get off the streets and re-group over some pints of Ale.

It becomes apparent that gathering some basic information might be useful.

Around the bar you hear several comments....

”Sure is a surprise tha Baron doing all this, very unlike him to be so heavy handed.”

”He was never just plain cruel and mean-spirited before.”

”He has always ruled wisely, benevolently and with authority.”

Xane makes sure her doggies and Ruff are safely taken home and settled in for the evening before she goes wandering the taverns with her friends.

Erky drinks a pint and sets the tankard down on the table.

@All PC's
"We should find some help o some sort, what you guys think? Town guards, common crooks, someone else?"

Xane rests her elbows on the table top and sighs.

"So... the baron is acting.. strange. We all saw that critter on the roof. Plus.. those dogs the guards were with? Urgh! Ugly pugs!" She sips from her stein.

"What d'you think's going on?" She asks her companions.

"Yah think tha speaker in dreams got into his head?"

Erky orders a second pint....

Kheldor shakes his head "I am unsure. The Speaker, or at least those we've encountered who apparently serve him, are creatures of madness, insanity and chaos. I believe the Baron has fallen in with the forces of Hell. I have heard tales of this before, where the ordered legions of the Pit are called to battle the armies of the Abyss or some other chaotic realm, and it never ends well for the townspeople."

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