DM Oladon |
1d3 ⇒ 3
Seething with rage, Lymas whirls around and slices viciously at Randall, but his strike goes wide.
vs Randall: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (5) + 8 = 13
The man who'd fled upstairs comes charging down them with anger in his eyes, and swings his club at the halfling that dared ensorcel him.
vs Antal: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (16) + 4 = 20
Damage: 1d6 + 3 ⇒ (3) + 3 = 6
The party is up.
Jametor Darksbane |
Jametor grabs his wand and touches Lymas with it.
Melee Touch attack: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (6) + 4 = 10 +3 included for the fact he's carrying a metal scimitar.
damage: 1d6 ⇒ 5 assumed it was CL1 wand 8 charges left
Antal Hyrgan |
Wow! Guess he really was ok with not dropping his scimitar! Lol
Antal grimaces as the blow crushes bones (7/13 hp) and pulls loose his morningstar, swinging back in response to the brutal pain.
Morningstar: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (4) + 2 = 6
1d6 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 1 = 3
Njord Bjornson |
”What’d you do with the dwarf”, Njord demands as he hacks again.
Attack /w flank and guidance: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (9) + 7 = 16
Damage: 1d8 + 9 ⇒ (3) + 9 = 12
Njord Bjornson |
Njord stepped over to setup the flank.
Randall Quickstep |
"Larur. The man last seen bringing you your payment."
Randall will move up and left with him for the flank as well.
Attack: 1d20 + 2 + 2 ⇒ (7) + 2 + 2 = 11 Including flank bonus
Damage: 1d3 + 1d6 ⇒ (3) + (4) = 7
Not this time.
DM Oladon |
Lymas crumples to the ground after Njord's attack, bloody and unanswering. Fíriel takes a deep breath and leans heavily against the wall, while the remaining thug swings his club again, this time ineffectually.
vs Antal: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (9) + 4 = 13
Randall: did you want to stab him after he went down?
The party is up.
Njord Bjornson |
”You’re gunna be okay lass”, Njord says with a frown before spinning and heading back the other direction. ”Just hang on.”
He comes in alongside Antal and swipes with his sword.
Sword: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (3) + 4 = 7
Damage: 1d6 + 9 ⇒ (6) + 9 = 15
Jametor Darksbane |
Jametor spins around and fires an acid glob at the man attacking Antal.
Acid attack: 1d20 + 4 - 3 ⇒ (17) + 4 - 3 = 18
Damage: 1d6 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 = 4
3/7 uses
DM Oladon |
Antal's strike produces another grunt. Randall hurries over from the other room and tries a stab of his own.
Attack: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (15) + 2 = 17
Damage: 1d3 ⇒ 2
Fíriel moves around the wall and slashes carefully, but she's not quick enough and the clubman avoids her blade. Fighting defensively.
Attack (fighting defensively): 1d20 + 6 - 4 ⇒ (4) + 6 - 4 = 6
1d4 ⇒ 2
He retaliates by swinging his club at her in turn, but his blow doesn't land either.
vs Fíriel: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (11) + 4 = 15
Party is up.
Njord Bjornson |
DM Oladon |
The man takes the opportunity to swing his club. It seems just about to crash against the Ulfen's arm when it's deflected at the last moment by the mighty herbalist's magical shielding.
AoO vs Njord: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (14) + 4 = 18
Party minus Njord is up.
Njord Bjornson |
Hey, I still have a standard!
In a flanking position, Njord swipes at the sword-brandishing man.
Sword /w flank: 1d20 + 4 + 2 ⇒ (3) + 4 + 2 = 9
Damage: 1d8 + 9 ⇒ (8) + 9 = 17
DM Oladon |
Unfortunately, max damage only applies if you actually manage to hit anything. But if it helps, the thick purple mist that's now just about filling the room whooshes as Njord's longsword slices it. It quickly fills back in, though.
Njord Bjornson |
=(
On the plus side, we got some fancy SFX.
Jametor Darksbane |
Janetor sighs and flings another acid dart at the man.
Seriously, can he be killed?: 1d20 + 4 - 4 ⇒ (16) + 4 - 4 = 16 Not sure where I got the minus 3 from, shouldn't it be -4 for ranged attack into melee?
Damage: 1d6 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 1 = 5
Njord Bjornson |
Njord gives the wizard a nod before wiping his sword clean and sheathing it.
”Har! That was a good scrap. Now spread out and look around. Let’s hope the dwarf’s still alive.”
”You alright lass?” the big ulfen asks as he begins tossing the place.
”Drink this”, he says while tossing a small vial her way. ”Apply it to the wound. It’ll sting like a b$##+ but it’ll keep it from getting infected.”
CLW.
Jametor Darksbane |
Jametor searches the two human lackeys for clues and other things. Also, he takes their weapons and puts them way away from the live one, especially.
Fíriel Goldworthy |
Fíriel nods gratefully and does as she's told, turning delicately away from the bodies as she does so.
CLW: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2
I think the dice are conspiring to kill her.
"Thank you. The one with the sword really put some muscle behind his strikes, didn't he?"
DM Oladon |
Searching the fallen, Jametor and Njord collect two sets of studded leather armor and two clubs from the men. The old moneylender is found to be carrying a potion of bull's strength, a vial of black adder venom, a set of +1 studded leather armor, a masterwork scimitar, a masterwork light crossbow (10 bolts), five Qadiran cigars worth 5gp each, and a garnet necklace worth 200 gold.
Did anyone want anything but the wand from the last batch?
Njord Bjornson |
Njord didn’t want anything out of the loot.
Njord huffs in disappointment and continues his search (going upstars eventually).
Jametor Darksbane |
I don't need anything from these guys either
Jametor calls Swiftwing to him. He then directs the raven to search the house.
Swiftwing Perception: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (14) + 10 = 24
DM Oladon |
I meant the last pile of loot. Jametor just took the wand, right? Nobody took anything else?
Swiftwing returns after a few minutes to report that she found Lymas' strongbox. The man seemed to live in a rather cluttered and dirty pigsty, but apart from his strongbox (which is locked, but which Randall and Fíriel manage to get open after a few minutes) there doesn't seem to be anything else of interest.
The strongbox contains 586 gold.
Randall Quickstep |
Wow - have to get some work done and come back to 21 posts!? You guys are smokin'!
The consensus for earlier loot was that we would sell the rest if we could. Even the bracers, I think.
Randall will search, as well, focusing on finding hidden spaces, but only after ascertaining that Firiel is OK.
Perception: 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (10) + 13 = 23
Njord Bjornson |
Njord packs up the valuables.
How many of these guys are alive?
”No sign of the dwarf. You sure that was his cloak outside?” the big ulfen asks.
DM Oladon |
5d20 ⇒ (15, 10, 20, 16, 17) = 78
The one you knocked out is alive, and Lymas' bleeding seems to have stopped at some point. He's breathing, but barely.
Njord Bjornson |
Njord is out of potions.
"Anyone have a way to wake this fool up?"
Fíriel Goldworthy |
Fíriel shakes her head. "Is he even alive? That hit of yours would've done for most old men I know. I've never been in a fight like that... I've been in fights, but never one that put all my lesson retention to the test like that. And that man's... pet nearly bit your face off, it looked like."
Jametor Darksbane |
[b]"Well, okay so he's not dead, that's good, we can get info out of him. Perhaps if we take him back to the Gold Goblin?]/b]
Njord Bjornson |
Well since we have more money to work with, Njord will have crafted a couple more potions and some smelling salts.
”I hit him hard alright. He probably has a few loose teeth but he’ll live. For now, we need answers”, the big ulfen says.
”For someone that’s never been in a fight before you handle yourself well. Har! She’s a keeper Randall!”
Njord lifts the man he knocked out by the shoulder and undoes the stopper on a small vial of greyish looking sand. He waves the salts by the man’s face, waiting for the pungent smell to do its work.
Randall Quickstep |
"Not unless we can get him there - I can't carry him - without anyone being the wiser. If one of Clegg's men spots us, we won't make it to the Goblin. Better to lock the doors, pull the curtains and sit tight, I think. Anyone have some rope? I'll check my pack."
DM Oladon |
The old man whimpers and turns his head from side to side, mumbling incoherently. Finally he opens his eyes, and immediately shrinks away (as much as a man who's nearly dead and being held prone can). "Stop! Leave me alone! Go away... don't hurt me anymore... I'll cancel Saul's debt, the whole thing, just leave me alive, please..." he whines.
Randall Quickstep |
"That's mighty generous of you, Lymas, and much appreciated. I'm sure you had the rates set high enough he was going to be paying the debt many times over, am I right?"
"Now, back to the discussion that was so rudely cut short when you collapsed. There was a man - a dwarf - wearing this bloody cloak on his way to make payment on the loan. We need to find him. The problem is, Lymas, is that we found this cloak - did I mention it's bloody - in the alley outside your establishment. Did the dwarf bring you the payment, Lymas?"
Intimidate: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (17) + 3 = 20
DM Oladon |
"I don't know what you're talking about... you just broke in here this morning and started killing and talking madness. I swear, just don't let this... don't let him hit me again. I'll forget the debt. I'll forget the whole thing..."
Lymas looks startled and afraid at Randall's tirade. "No! I don't know what you're talking about! Anybody could've put anybody's cloak in my alleyway! Don't get me wrong, I've seen Saul's dwarf before, but I swear I haven't seen him since the last payment!"
Randall Quickstep |
"Oh, this is bad, Lymas. You know what? Someone wants us to think you killed the dwarf so we will kill you. Who would want you dead, Lymas? Who have you angered so?"
Randall Quickstep |
Yeah, I'm posting and seeing your post when it refreshes. Eerie. I'll leave my last post as-is, though. It still fits.
I apparently took the wrong class, I guess.
DM Oladon |
The scruffy moneylender just closes his eyes and shakes his head, whimpering pleas and promises.
Jametor Darksbane |
"As the smartest one in the room, I am pretty sure you've done something Clegg doesn't like. Is that it?"
Jametor looks at his companions.
"What? You know I am. I am also older than you in years."
Njord Bjornson |
Njord lets the whimpering Lymas slump to the ground.
"This man's a fool but he doesn't know anything about our dwarf. Let's get back to Saul. He needs to hear about this."