Baldwin the Merciful's: Razor Coast (Inactive)

Game Master baldwin the merciful

Adriel waits for an opportunity to ask, And the nature of your training? I could see more than a couple of Magical Auras in that fight. You and he had some clerical skill?

Bri watches the half-orc appearing to check his drinks. "Seems like no one around here drinks from an open cup without checking it first. Are drugged drinks common around here?"

Perhaps I should take the time to prepare that spell daily from now on...

"The fights go on most the night - it rarely stops, as long as there are sailors willing to fight."

He shrugs at Adriel, "He was not trained in divine magic...arcane power, his tattoos actually." He drinks form his tankard. "I have had some monastic training in my youth before I saw the f&$~ing light of Bowbe. "

"Poison is as common as water lost an early fight for failing to check my food and drink."

I have to search for write-up for this deity.

Astrianna pouts a little, wanting a good story. She lets it go... for now. I want to find out about these Wave-riders...

Her request for a full interview denied, she simply hangs on the man's arm for now. The bard looks at Bri. "Appears everyone's checking their drinks, we'll have to be more careful... Are you volunteering to be official drug sniffer?"

When you find the write-up for his deity:

Take 10: Knowledge: Religion 10+8 = 18

Bri nods at Astri. "Starting in the morning, I will most definitely be taking the time to ensure that I can check our drinks and food as needed. Better to be safe than sorry."

I laughed out loud when I got to the part about Bowbe hating lawyers. That's actually a pretty cool deity, I wish more deities had that kind of flavor and a restriction or two.

Astrianna draws her canteen out her her haversack and takes a drink of water.

The bard laughs at Belok expresses his faith for Bowbe, giving him a smile. "Ah, Bowbe? A toast to that knob-slobbering c!$* of a god- may his fingers turn into fish hooks, and he gets an itch on his balls." She taps her canteen against Belok's glass, drinking the rest of her water in several long gulps.

The half-elf nods in appreciation to Embri. "Now that I know, I would feel much safer having you look over our beverages, especially if they're not being purchased by grateful prize-fighters."

Having a thought, Bri reaches into her bag and pulls out a bottle. "Since now I'm not going to feel safe drinking anything from here until I can check it on my own, perhaps now is a good time to open up this bottle of Chelaxian red wine that I picked up during my last shore leave. Anyone care for a glass of it with me?"

Forget the level of quality of it, but paid 10 gold for it at creation. :)

"By all means, my dear," Darius says as he offers his own mug in her direction. He was already on edge having a price on his head, less than a day ashore, but to be drinking in an establishment that is known for poisoned drinks just adds to the reason he is limiting his drink and it's source.

10 gp is listed as a "Fine" wine. So you are sharing a very nice bottle!

The dragoons pass you David without any sort of acknowledgement as they head towards Silk District. When you get to the alley and look down it you see two shadowy figures as they beat on a third person. The cries are muffled.

Guards saw the beating, I’d bet – which means that, if the guards are on the take, that this turf is likely controlled by a gang that those two thugs are part of, and that gang is probably paying the guards off to look the other way when they do what they got to do…

He watches the guards move off without care; keenly aware of two men beating the other.

Plus, there’s two of them, only one of me. That’s not good odds! And who knows what they can do? Hell, for all I know they could be gods damned spellslinger’s to boot with powers that I haven’t even seen yet…

He considers that advantages that magic could give shadowy rogues…

And for all I know, that guy on the ground is likely somebody who deserves what’s coming to him! Hell, this isn’t my business at all! That said, the only smart thing to do is ignore it and move on…

David nods sagely to himself at all the reasonable and logical conclusions he just came up with.

But then something prickles in the back of his mind.

Two against one isn’t very fair... I don’t like things that aren’t fair… Besides, you want to live forever?

That said, David sighs inwardly, draws his daggers and moves into the alley…

Do you need a Stealth Check or does it default to straight Initiative?

I’m off to work, but I’ll be home later tonight –

Sense Motive: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (18) + 8 = 26

Sath notices Thr'ring's casting of a spell and the resultant weakening of Belok. Having noted the opponent's repeated use of offensive magic against the half-orc, she is impressed with his restraint in the beating he gives the man, and even more impressed by his healing of the man after the match.

"You showed get compassion to your foe, moreso for his attempts at cheating. Did you need restoration of your strength?"

David if you want to try to sneak down the alley using stealth that works.

David draws two daggers and boldly moves into the shadowy alley.

"You showed get compassion to your foe, moreso for his attempts at cheating. Did you need restoration of your strength?"

"It's a trade...I always heal 'em after I whoop 'em."

The book actually incorporated that into his backstory.

So you didn't come up with half-orc guy just for me? :P

So you didn't come up with half-orc guy just for me? :P

He smiles at the pretty bard but his eyes keeping wandering over to the more exotic witch. He doesn't seem to be too concerned about your necklace that is wiggling and moving around your chest. "Chelaxian wine - interesting company - maybe my luck is changing."

"That is, by all means, very considerate of you, given the environment, Mr. Belok," Darius says in response to Belok's reasoning for healing his opponents.

"And yes, the company is indeed interesting. I can attest to that. There hasn't been a dull moment since I've had the pleasure of making their acquaintance."

Astrianna is obviously tempted by the fine wine. "Let me have a sip from your glass Embri, I want to give it a taste..."

The half-elf chuckles at Darius, nodding to Belok. "I agree with that, we always seem to know how to have a good time. We're new around here, Belok, just came in today. Sampling the local flavors at the moment." She raises Embri's glass to the half-orc and takes a bit more than a sip before handing it back.

The elf simply nods at the Half-Orc's answer. Noting him either honorable or too confident to allow an opponent such forgiveness.
It might eventually get him killed.

"My f!$%ing worthless piece of s+*! god is an a@%@%%# and demands that I do s+*$ like that." He bellows and chuckles. "Piss on him."

I'm laughing my butt off, reading about his God he is suppose to be colorful and foulmouthed when referring to him.

"Either of you two ever duke it out in the ring? He eyes Darius - you at least - look like you could last a round or two. He eye's Adriel - you've the look that you don't fight for sport. No need to fight if you can't kill 'em...I'm guessing."

"I've been in a few tussles, but I think now may not be the best time to test my skill against you seasoned veterans. Perhaps once things settle in a bit..." Darius says, his mind still on his bounty.

I love it I want to make a cleric of Bowbe now.

The bard yawns, starting to actually slow down a bit. The day had been long and the copious amounts of alcohol she had consumed has worn her down. She listens to the men talk about fighting, and motions towards Adriel. "That one fights with magic, I don't think he'd be too popular when his opponents burst into flames."

Belok gets up and casts make whole on the table that he destroyed. Another one of his oddities. "Great song...'prreciate it, makes me friggin' immortal like that sumofbitych Bowbe." He growls a bit in his rough voice, "Now missus', you want a crunching good time that will keep you hollowing till the next full moon, then we can do sweaty sheet dance alllllllll night long. Now, mind you, ya may be a bit tender t'morrow, but you'll be remembering Belok." He yaps at Bri.

"No offense meant to your male companions, but I think I've more spirit for the filly."

He is obviously getting up to part ways.

The others folks from the Quell's Whore say, "Farewell. Look us up at tides when you get down there."

Bri grins and eyes, the half-orc up and down. "You'll have to let me know where to find you when you aren't in the ring before I can even think of taking you up on that offer."

"I've a room 'round da corner and with you on my furs it's be a shrine." He writes down a building address.

Astrianna gives the fighter a slap on the arm as he goes. "No problem, as far as I'm concerned you are invincible! Until next time, Belok!" She grins and looks at Bri. "It may be sooner for some than others. We'll come by and get you before we leave, and carry you if you can't walk any more." The half-elf teases her.

The bard turns to Jonah as Belok leaves, leaning across the table.. "All right. I can't stand it any longer- My lust for a good tale has taken over. Do a lady a favor and to tell me who these Wave Riders were, and what they were all about?"

Bri accepts the piece of paper with his address on it.

Bri may not like to sleep around on a ship due to its enclosed nature, but they are on land now, so it is ON!

As Embrianna folds up the paper, Darius leans over and whispers to her in her ear. As he speaks, his hand slides delicately along her waist and hip.

"Either of you two ever duke it out in the ring? He eyes Darius - you at least - look like you could last a round or two. He eye's Adriel - you've the look that you don't fight for sport. No need to fight if you can't kill 'em...I'm guessing."

This ring is far too 'honorable' for my style. I don't allow myself to be hit and if I fight someone, I kill them. But your display WAS impressive.

Since Astri was apparently ready to leave.
Would you be so kind as to fly to the stars on the way back. I assure you, it's breathtaking.

Amused by Belok's response to her question, and his description of his god and what the being requires of him, Sath considers learning more of this Bowbe.

Finishing her drink as everyone readies to start heading out, she begins to start reading the den of iniquity and those within it, to see if any of them might be readying themselves to try ambushing the group once they leave the bar for the fat winnings of her companions.

Perception: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (15) + 12 = 27
Sense Motive: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (10) + 8 = 18

Bri nudges Astri and whispers in her ear.

The bard turns to Jonah as Belok leaves, leaning across the table.. "All right. I can't stand it any longer- My lust for a good tale has taken over. Do a lady a favor and to tell me who these Wave Riders were, and what they were all about?"

I don't think you saw my earlier post when I mentioned the folks from Quell's Whore said farewell.

Belok Perception: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (14) + 5 = 19

Belok glances back when he hears the question about the Wave Riders. He mistakes the question as being directed to him, "Maybe another time...another time." He continues to walk toward and payout agent, collecting his winnings he leaves. How does she know about the Wave Riders?

Sath there are a quite few unsavory, seedy characters in the tavern some of whom you spy looking at your group. Others then look at Belok.

I did see it, but my brain processed it as them saying farewell to Belok. Regardless, nevermind on my post!

The bard sighs as her question about the Wave Riders is brushed aside, giving the half-orc a nod. Her eyebrows raise as Embri whispers in her ear. She mulls it over, and gives a shrug.

Astrianna turns to Adriel and takes her hat off, putting it in her Haversack. "All right Bladedancer I've consumed enough alcohol to dull any fear of heights and I'm ready to go careening back to the inn! I've got my own invisibility covered. Just don't get lost and we land in the Tide or something. Or the ocean, if you aim poorly."

She makes sure to say her goodbyes to Henk and the Captain.

Bri looks over at Darius. "Looks like it is your job to escort us poor earthbound people home."

Bri will take one of his arms when he stands and also makes sure to bed farewell to the Captain and Henk.

The bard laughs aloud.

Astrianna looks back to everyone. "Stay safe you three, see you back at the inn."

"It would be an honor," Darius says as he escorts the women back to the inn.

Once on the street, Darius removes his glaive from his Haversack and walks with it as a staff on their trip. He remains calm, but keeps his eyes and ears as sharp as he can for danger.

Perception: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (5) + 9 = 14

Bri keeps her own eyes peeled for any danger while they walk back, she figures there may be people waiting to waylay anyone who may hit it big while betting on the games.

perception: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (11) + 6 = 17
perception for Emmy: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (2) + 9 = 11

David if you want to try to sneak down the alley using stealth that works.

Personally, I'd rather be back in Hobbiton - however:

Stealth Check -
1d20 + 12 ⇒ (16) + 12 = 28

Any chance for a Combat Map?

I did see it, but my brain processed it as them saying farewell to Belok. Regardless, nevermind on my post!

Your post is fine just make sure you note how Belok reacted to your comment. He thought you were talking to him.

Any chance for a Combat Map?

100% :-)

David "Dirk" Hawkins wrote:

Any chance for a Combat Map?

100% :-)

Good times! Because if I'm going to go down in flames alone while fighting two thugs just to protect a bum who probably deserved what he's getting; for no chance of reward - via with XP, loot, or prestige - at least I'll go down in style ;)

"Take care of yourselves."

"You as well Captain- perhaps we'll see you again."

Sath Leaves the bar with Darius and Bri, making sure to track anyone attempting to follow them out...

Perception: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (17) + 12 = 29

David you make your way into the darken alley and get to within 30 feet when you see, in dim light, that there are two thugs beating on man. There are two riding dogs nearby. The closest dog sniffs the air like it caught a scent but he hasn't budged and shows no inclination of knowing you are there.

Alley Encounter Map

Dirk you have the surprise right now. You were able to move within 30 feet of the closest dog.

Dirk you have the surprise right now. You were able to move within 30 feet of the closest dog.

Sorry for the delay - quick question: what races am I dealing with? Riding dogs are generally for small creatures; are we dealing with Halflings, dwarves, what? Also, what race is the guy getting beaten? This may effect my actions...

Sath and Bri you notice there are some pods or small groups of toughs hanging out. One group is taunting another group down the way about 40 feet behind you. In the opposite direction than where you are heading. In front of you you see a squad of dragoons walking towards you but in the distance.

Sath and Bri you notice there are some pods or small groups of toughs hanging out. One group is taunting another group down the way about 40 feet behind you. In the opposite direction than where you are heading. In front of you you see a squad of dragoons walking towards you but in the distance.

Man, there are a lot of dragoons out in force tonight!

They are all human. I described them as riding dogs for the size, but they do not have saddles for riding. They carry riding dog stats, not common dog stats.