Conquest: In Search of the Heir (Inactive)

Game Master SinBlade06

Edric hunts in the nearby forest until the others returns.
Survival: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (12) + 8 = 20

Assuming you've been walking and trading horse riding, you've been on the road for approximately 4 days. The arena is another few hours ahead, but we can assume there are places to camp.

Edric returns with a couple of rabbits in hand, a good haul for the forest. Enough meat on them for a nice stew. No need to use your trail rations today. Give me a survival roll if you want to skin them. I know you know you want to.

Survival: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (9) + 8 = 17

Natasha helps set up camp and tend to Tuck and Aratoamin. She gives them each a good rub down along with feed and water. Afterwards, Natashia pitches her tent so she can change out of her armor and into a simple cotton tunic and breeches.
She puts her sword belt and sheath back on just in case she would need it.

Maa-Djour summons water to go with the food that Edric hunts.
After tea Maa-Djour attempt to find a nearby stream to bathe in and pray to Hanspur.

Survival: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (4) + 2 = 6

When not on watch Talmira will remove her armor and be in her travelers outfit a simple red tunic and black leather pants with boots. anyone got any fun stories to share while we wait on those two? She asks softly as she continues to wittle away at the stick not making anything just something to do.

"I have a dozen stories about my family. Though, I think a story of you and a dead vampire would be much more in taste of our friend Edric." Juan the Fifth says in response.

Well I could tell of my most recent conquest saving a drow village if you would want to hear that.

I don't think any of my stories would interest anyone. Natashaia answers as she finishes grooming the horses.

I bet they're all cliche'd, Natashia.

"Go ahead, Talmira. Let's hear it!"

Marco stretches out as he kinda zoned out for most of that whole thing.

oh im sorry...I think I zoned out for a bit there...what did Imiss...anyone die yet? no? good. Juan may I borrow your trumpet...I wish to work on my harmonic device more. he let out a rather bored sigh, he didn't have anything to tinker with and wanted something to tinker with, for all he knew, Juan's trumpet was the only thing to play with.

Well it twas several months ago. My inquisition had gotten word of a vampire menace that had been terrorizing a small Drow town. They dispatched me due to my experience with the damned creatures. It was a pain to get to the village due to the fact that I could not travel in the day. The sun was bright and hurt my eyes and made it hard to do much of anything. After some days I reached the town and did some questioning. I found out where the beast was hiding and went to the lair. Finding him was easy, fighting him not so much. It was a long and hard fight to kill the beast. He tried to bite me and kill me several times. After delivering a near Fatal blow I took a stake plunging it into its chest. I then cut off the head and left the creature to decay. As she finishes she jabs the now pointed stick into the ground.

Oh my. That's... graphic." Juan the Fifth says to Talmira.

"No you cannot! My grandmother gave this to me!"

Maa-Djour slowly stumbles back to camp after a rough trip into the forest, feeling a little down that he was unable to locate a stream or river in which to bathe in, even though he does not smell of sweat he does have the smell of travel on him which he was hoping to wash off.

No fresh water sources nearby, we are unable to wash again tonight he says, the disappointment clearly evident in his voice.

For watch I would suggest Juan for first watch, Marco second, Talmira third, myself fourth, Natashia fifth and Elric last. This is because of the quality of your vision, humans need full light to see clearly, elves and myself only need low light and a dhampir can see in the dark he says trying to be useful whilst also keeping his mind off of the fact that he still has not had a chance to bathe.

Maa-Djour then walks over and fills a small silver bowl with water, places it on the ground and places three incense on the ground in behind it. He then removes his holy symbol of Hanspur from around his neck and submerges it in the bowl before he begins to whisper a chant in prayer to Hanspur.

Assuming that is the order you guys plan to keep watch, you'll need to give me perception checks during your watch. Otherwise we'll wait for stuff to happen in the day.

ALRIGHT GUYS, HERE WE GO! PEEEEERCEEEEEEPTIIOOOOOOOONNNNNN!!!!!!: 1d20 ⇒ 15

Just before he heads to bed, Edric says to the blue man Oh you were looking for water? Well you should have said something! There is a little stream about 10 meters that way He points to the opposite side of the camp from which maa-jour arrived. I passed it while hunting. You just looking the completely wrong way! He says with a smile, and disappears under the lean-to he made for the night
Survival (to make the lean-to): 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (11) + 8 = 19
Percep: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (14) + 8 = 22

perception: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (4) + 12 = 16

I have to agree with the order since around thrid watch it should be the darkest of night and I can see perfectly clear in pitch black.

On her watch Talmira will sit in the center of camp listening for the littlest sound of an intruder on the camp. She will also watch the edges for any sign of an intruder.

Perception: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (20) + 4 = 24

Sounds like a good plan to me. I'll see you when it's my turn to take watch. Natashia heads off to her tent to meditate.

Maa-Djour unrolls his bedroll a little away from the fire, trying to avoid the heat as he is not too fond of it. he does not use a blanket as he is quite fine with the nightly chill that lingers in the air.

When Talmira wakes him for his watch it is hard to see as it is still late and as such Maa-Djour takes a torch with him and spend his watch patrolling the outskirts of the camp.

Perception: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (9) + 6 = 15

After his watch Maa-Djour quietly walks over to Natashia's tent to raise her for her watch, trying not to awaken the others he enters her tent to awaken her for her watch.

Juan the Fifth, still quite sleepy and not fully awake, sees Maa-Djour walk into Natashia's tent. He quietly says to himself "I knew it." before finally drifting off to sleep.

The night passes thru until the 3rd hour of the morning (Waterboy's watch). Maa-Djour hears a skittering sound outside the camp. From the brush a pair of huge black claws appears right next to Juan V!

What is this thing!? Knowledge Nature to find out.

"What on earth is that?" Juan the Fifth says out loud, still almost asleep.

perception to hear if I hear whatever it is: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (16) + 2 = 18

Took a -10 since I am asleep

Through the flow of the mighty Hanspur I shall smite thee, comrades waken!!!! Maa-Djour yells as he holds the torch in his left hand and his trident in his right, hoping that his call raises the others.

Natashia grabs her sword and see what Maa-Djour is yelling about.

perseption: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (3) + 4 = 7

Edric rolls out of bed and to his feet, slamming his mask down on his face and drawing his weapons.
Perception: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (11) + 8 = 19

The giant claws and mandibles of a black scorpion emerge from the brush.

Edric and Talmir see that this scorpion is moving very slowly in comparison to a normal creature of the night. And they also see that its gaze is not on a meal, but something else.

Another perception will tell you unless you wanna kill it or something.

Wait a second commrads. Talmira will say softly. It might not be looking to kill. let me get a closer look before we attack.

After looking close from her spot Talmira sees that it is a full grown cave scorpion that normally would kill a man. It is looking at the fire poor thing is probably cold and just wants to be warm. let us leave it and whoever is on watch let us know if it does any actions that actually threaten us. It is actually...kinda cute.

perception: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (14) + 12 = 26

edited as GM Told me what it was looking at

"I hate bugs."

Well he aint harming you. If you piss him off though his sting is really nasty. Talmira replies as she crawls back into her bedroll.

"Still don't mean I like the little bug." Juan the Fifth says as he starts moving away from the creature.

The scorpion slowly walks over to the fire and nestles itself between the fire and Edric, taking almost no notice of anyone around the fire. It lets out a little chittering sound as it starts to warm up.

Because I want to and I know he will, Edric needs to give me a Will save to keep from just plain hugging the creature instead of petting it.

Will Save: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (1) + 2 = 3

Weeeeeell s@%&

Edric's face lights up as the scorpion comes closer and picks it up to hug it
...handle animal? diplomacy? because, I TOTALLY have ranks in those...
Handle Animal: 1d20 ⇒ 4
Diplomacy: 1d20 ⇒ 15
CMB: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (8) + 8 = 16

The scorpion feels like it is made of stone. As Edric grabs onto it, it starts clicking and chittering. It sounds a little pissed off, but not too bad. It's tail starts to waiver, showing it's disdain.

Edric, now what?

Trys to feed it jerky from my rations

At this point Talmira rolls her eyes before she rolls over to go to sleep. Good night try not to get stung playing with your new toy.

The scorpion calms down a little and accepts the jerky. It hasn't had meat like this in a while, so this is like the lap of luxury for it.

Really dude? Actually, I shouldn't be surprised.

"... still don't like bugs." Juan the Fifth says as he turns around and tries to go back to sleep.

The rest of the night passes without incident. On Edric's shift, he sees that the scorpion is still by the fire, keeping warm.

When the sun rises over the horizon and through the forest canopy, the column of smoke is still rising. You still have time to get there.

Within a few hours walk the forest starts to thin and the desert takes over. The dunes seem ominous as you keep walking.

Everyone give me a fort save. DC is fairly low.

In just a few more hours, the sun will start setting, but fortunately, you've reached your destination: the Arena.

Inset into the sands of the desert is a sandstone Colosseum, the open top billowing the smoke tower. There are tents and stalls set up as merchants and tourists alike gather. The column is a sign of a new tournament, and sure enough, there is a stand that excepts applicants.

Perception checks after you arrive.

Fort Save: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (9) + 6 = 15
Perception: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (17) + 8 = 25

Fort: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (12) + 4 = 16
Percep: 1d20 ⇒ 15

Fort Save: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (17) + 5 = 22
perception: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (9) + 12 = 21

Fort Save: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (2) + 7 = 9
Perception: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (15) + 4 = 19

Fortitude Save: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (3) + 4 = 7
Perception: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (6) + 6 = 12

As the sun sets, the cool of the night fills your camp. Maa-Djour and Natashia find themselves much more tired from the journey than everyone else. (DC was a 13) Still, time to set up camp. You find yourselves a good spot and settle down.

There seems to be a pile of rocks beside the fire that wasn't there before. Closer inspection shows it's the scorpion from before.

Now that you're at the Arena, what shall you do?

Well now that we are here, I suppose the two of you will go talk with the arena master to see if you can get the keys. She then looks over at the scorpion. huh, looks like the little guy followed us. She will kneel down to inspect it before gently placing her hand on it back stroking it softly before offering it some jerky.

Juan the Fifth, still not anywhere near pleased of this follower, sleeps on the other side of the fire than the Scorpian, and much farther away from it than before.

Final Kill= Custom Death Animation!
Edric shoves everything he has into his sword, breaking his focus down to single minded rage. His sword swings so fast that what is seen is not the swing, but the after-image. The sword cleaves the half-orc in two, shearing from his left hip up through his right shoulder, exploding outward in a spray of blood.
Loot list for the fight?