Irin's face and figure ripple back. Her lovely face is twisted into a brooding scowl.
"Oh, what a fool I was! I read the warnings, again and again, but I never thought the attack might come from within!"
"My own child! I gave that girl everything. Without me, she would have been small bones in a pauper's grave. Her life, her knowledge, her power, everything she was she owed to me... Still owes to me. I will claim that debt, one day.
"Well. Yanna as a natural sorceress, you see. I was delighted at first, for she grew in power day by day, quickly exceeding all my other daughters. I was foolishly pleased to have a child with whom I could explore the higher magic, the more advanced philosophies... I believe that, after years wandering away from my people, surrounded only by slaves and minions, I had grown lonely. And careless. So I did not realize that she had learned to hide her thoughts from me. Nor that she had guessed her intended fate...
"Understand: it is not her treachery that I hold against her. The Self is all, and the Self must be defended. Self-preservation is the law of all life. Had she simply fled from me... I would have followed her, but without animus.
"But she chose instead to turn against me and strike me down. And she allied herself with others. With a group of so-called heroes. Led by a man from the distant island of Talingarde: a Paladin of Mitra."
Irin's green eyes almost seem to glow, remembering.
"And so the hour came when I stood among the blazing ruins of my caravan. We had fought nearly to a standstill; my servants all dead or fled, the paladin's comrades in arms all shattered in body or mind. Janna Irinevka lay senseless on the ground between us, barely alive, and we battled over her unconscious body. Both of us were injured, hardly able to stand, fighting at our last gasp.
"I cast a spell that should have broken his mind, leaving him drooling and helpless... and he resisted it. So strong was his will and faith, he resisted it. Then he raised his sword, filled with the power of bright Mitra, to strike me down. I looked up at him and I knew that I had lost, and that now I must die and return to the Wheel.
Female Aasimar Wizard 6 (HP 53/53; AC 18/18/15; CMD 16 Fort +5; Ref +7 Will +8; Init +3; Perception +11; Darkvision 60 ft)
Douglas Muir 406 wrote:
Which means we really should resolve this scene fairly quickly. So, last call, and then I gotta bot.
Sorry had a few things planned, even quite a great offer, dang technology! I put up what happened in the ooc thread. Again sorry but my phone went phoenix (not in a good way).
Female Aasimar Wizard 6 (HP 53/53; AC 18/18/15; CMD 16 Fort +5; Ref +7 Will +8; Init +3; Perception +11; Darkvision 60 ft)
Douglas Muir 406 wrote:
"Most of us gravitate to cities and courts. It would make sense, no? The First Way instructs us to pursue power, so one goes where power is to be found.
I have not read any further but at this line Irin being a rakshasa suddenly popped to mind.
HP 169/169; AC:37/21/29; Saves: +22/+23/+20; Init +10; Per +28(See Invisibility), CMD 42
Misc:
Effects: Resist Cold 30, Fly 30', Telepathic Bond
Don't forget the tail is prehensile too. *cough*
Jax remains mostly quiet, not wanting to interrupt Irin's flood of information, saying only platitudes from time to time. "I'll be sure to contact you if we ever come across this woman. The Cardinal saved you then, from a paladin?"
"The Cardinal saved me from this paladin." Irin's face and body ripple again, expanding outwards, breasts and hips flattening, shoulders broadening. In a moment a tall, muscular man sits before you. He is perhaps in his early thirties. His face is long; his nose has an aristocratic arch. His hair is either ash blond or prematurely white. His eyes are a very pale blue.
"This is Sir Richard Havelyn." The voice is a firm baritone. It is the voice of a man accustomed to command. "If you meet him, you need not withhold your hand. Between he and I there is nothing but blood. Strike with all your power and cunning. Hurt him, kill him, and I will reward you richly."
After a few moments, Sir Richard melts back down into Irin again.
"The Cardinal made me an offer: my life saved, in return for nine years' service. I accepted. Asmodean that he is, he of course drafted a contract. I signed. The terms are, by his lights, quite lenient. I am allowed to defend my life, my property and my dignity. He will not knowingly send me into mortal danger, nor allow mortal danger to come to me. I am high in his service, and I enjoy his protection."
"He is lenient because he imagines that he can persuade me to his service. But that will not happen."
Irin pauses, then stretches. This takes some moments and involves a number of limbs and muscle groups. It is very graceful yet somehow predatory. It is impossible not to stare. When she is done, she sighs deeply and sits in silence for a moment. Then she says "Though much is taken, much abides. I do not serve. I walk alone, and all places are the same to me."
Then she shakes herself all over. "Brr! We let the fire go out. I'll fix that... but first." She stands up, still naked except for the soft leather boots, and comes back to the bed. "Scooch over, I want some blanket... Okay, I'm going to put you to sleep now so I can work on your memory a little. Anyone who looks will see that Irin, that notorious hedonist, has become so bored that she spent a geas for a night of amusement. If the tool tries to pump you, give her an earful. She hates that sort of thing." Irin leans into the curve of your arm, warm skin pressing against you. She smells ridiculously good. "We're out of wine, but there's a little brandy left... here, have a sip. It's good stuff. Yes, you'll have a hangover, don't worry, I'll fix it." She rolls over and presses herself against you, green eyes amused and smiling into yours. She raises a single finger. "All right, nap time... no, no, I'll still be here in the morning. And you need to sleep, now."
"Any questions?"If you do, in fact, have any questions, this is where you can ask them. Be quick and clear, though.
"All right, then. Sleep." She taps you on the forehead with her finger. You sleep.
M DEAD KILLED BY DMDM Lore Warden 2/Arcane Duelist 3
Stats:
HP 4/45; AC 20(25 w def/CE)/16(21)/14; CMD 19; Init +5; Perception +4; Fort +7 (8 vs Poison), Ref +9, Will +3; Fire Res 1; BP 10/12; Spells Lvl 1 3/4 Initiative +5
[occ] At the Cardinals rebuff, Xenfal does what he orginally did, leaving respectfully etc. Then of course back to the question of how much would a few crates of tools/iron cost? since most of the things are steel in the book I am not sure of the price.[/ooc]
LAter to the Judge
Perhaps we should pool out funds and purchase a crate or two of items, these can be used to buy favor and we can always arrange for more to be delivered if we want and there is benefit or profit to it.
"Most of us gravitate to cities and courts. It would make sense, no? The First Way instructs us to pursue power, so one goes where power is to be found.
I have not read any further but at this line Irin being a rakshasa suddenly popped to mind.
"Most of us gravitate to cities and courts. It would make sense, no? The First Way instructs us to pursue power, so one goes where power is to be found.
I have not read any further but at this line Irin being a rakshasa suddenly popped to mind.
Or . . . a lobbyist.
Try as we might, I doubt any of us can fall that far on the alignment spectrum.
M DEAD!! KILLED BY EVIL EVIL DMDM!! Rogue1/Barb (Feral)1 temp hp 14/17 and 9 con (HP 24/25+4 when Raging; AC21/17/15(-2 Raging) ; CMD 16 (18 Rage) Fort +4(6); Ref +8; Will +1( 3); Init +6; Perception +5/6 for Traps; Darkvision
Judge Tohram Quasangi wrote:
Douglas Muir 406 wrote:
Cуровую зиму wrote:
Douglas Muir 406 wrote:
"Most of us gravitate to cities and courts. It would make sense, no? The First Way instructs us to pursue power, so one goes where power is to be found.
I have not read any further but at this line Irin being a rakshasa suddenly popped to mind.
Or . . . a lobbyist.
Try as we might, I doubt any of us can fall that far on the alignment spectrum.
Goblin Eat Lobbyist and became Chaotic Good for a week!
M DEAD KILLED BY DMDM Lore Warden 2/Arcane Duelist 3
Stats:
HP 4/45; AC 20(25 w def/CE)/16(21)/14; CMD 19; Init +5; Perception +4; Fort +7 (8 vs Poison), Ref +9, Will +3; Fire Res 1; BP 10/12; Spells Lvl 1 3/4 Initiative +5
I suggest we see what we can get with some of our funds, if nothing else we should be able to make the money back, while earning some good will from the Yutak. I only have a little money, but it is at our disposal. I have 20 gold...what do you expect I was a fugitive!
Male Human Oracle (FC) 15 Init: +8 Perc: +0 AC:24/14/20 F:+13 R:+14 W:+15 HP:124/124 Freedom of movement, Resist Cold/30, Air Walk 30'
Dren looks up at this point in the conversation, he has been hovering in the background saying nothing so far, just listening in, he lays out the facts as he sees them, The gain seems minimal for the effort we are expending.
We have magic at our disposal to gain their help if necessary.
The Cardinal explained that we shouldn't get distracted with them...we have little funds and will probably need what we have until we can kill and take our way to some additional funds.
Let's not waste anymore of our time pondering things that are not currently in our control.
I am sitting on 180gp. Let see what we can get for normal tools - picks, axes, hoes, shovels, anvils, horseshoes (do they have horses?) etc. I will kick in 100gp.
Not typing in IC since I think we are in agreement and just have to come up with a total. Whatever amount you put in, each person will receive that percentage of the total received, if anything, at the end.
M DEAD KILLED BY DMDM Lore Warden 2/Arcane Duelist 3
Stats:
HP 4/45; AC 20(25 w def/CE)/16(21)/14; CMD 19; Init +5; Perception +4; Fort +7 (8 vs Poison), Ref +9, Will +3; Fire Res 1; BP 10/12; Spells Lvl 1 3/4 Initiative +5
I agree, wish I had a bit more. Judge do you want to gather the total up and assign the percentages? I will go ahead and do a post of speaking with Pilkington.
Xenfal and Pilkington
Master Pilkington. I have a bit of a rush order for you. Don't worry I have already filled out forms z1049-z1105 for the rush. We would like as many basic iron tools as you can get for the amount of gold we gathered and that can still fit onto our ship. I am looking for Iron tools, not steel, and things like shovels, picks, harpoons for fishing etc. Things that the Yutak would need and want. Xenfal goes on to explain everything that he knows about them from the library and what they might need.
Diplo 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (10) + 9 = 19
I have to tell you Master Pilkington. You run a tight ship I like that. I have managed a rather extensive organization myself, and had I had workers as efficient as you...well w probably would not be talking right now. This is actually a genuine compliment, but rolled the dice anyhow. Perhaps it will help with what/how fast he can gather a crate or two
Jax, you can have one question before she slips you the mickey. When you wake up, she'll still be around, but she won't be in a question-answering mood.
She'll leave just before a servant shows up with breakfast. You'll start the new day with a slightly altered set of memories and a singular sensation of being on good terms with the universe.
Oh, and also there's the hangover cure.
Irin's hangover cure:
You're clutching your head. "Eurrgh...
"Well, of course. Most of three bottles of wine, a shot of Bildesh, two lines of krrf, and you finished it off with three fingers of brandy." Irin is wearing a lovely green and gold silk robe. You vaguely wonder where she got it from. She looks horribly, hatefully well rested and alert. "And as I said last night, I can fix it for you. You want me to fix it for you? You have to say yes."
Don't say yes to powerful sexy women with unknown mind-altering powers. You'll end up a lawn ornament or a mind slave or a rug or something. Be smart. Ask her -- You wince in pain. "Yes. Definitely yes."
"Okay. Stand still, this will feel a little strange." Irin puts her hand on your chest and says several sentences in a language you've never heard before. 1d20 ⇒ 6You have no idea whatsoever.
A strange sort of swirling sensation goes through your body. Suddenly something is in your throat! It's choking you. It's moving in there! You cough, then retch. There's a moment of struggle, then with a sudden spasm you expel the thing. It hits the floor.
It's some sort of large insect. It's a mixture of shiny black and shiny blue. Its legs are hairy. It has palps and mandibles, and its compound eyes glitter with malice. It waves its forelegs for a moment, then scuttles away with sudden speed.
"Squash it!"
"What th -- ack -- what -- "
"Move, move! Squash it! Don't let it get away!"
Jax stumbles naked out of the bed, looks around for something to squash the insect with, and finally jumps forward and brings one foot down.
1d20 ⇒ 9Um, Dimunitive sized creature is AC 14, you attack with BAB +2 Str... just missed it. The skittering bug dodges your heel and races for the door. You try again. 1d20 ⇒ 2Nope.
"Oh, come now." Irin pounces. 1d20 ⇒ 8 The insect disappears under her boot heel -- CRUNCH. Yeah, her BAB is higher than yours. Is this really a surprise?
"You're really supposed to kill it yourself. But since this is your first time..."
"What, what... Nine Hells, what was that thing?"
"Your hangover, of course. Don't you feel it?"
You pause. As a matter of fact... you feel fine. No, you feel great, actually. No headache, no muscle pains, no nausea, no nasty taste in your mouth... no hangover.
"That was... you... drew it out?"
"Old spell of my people." Irin sits on the bed next to you, green eyes bright with amusement. "Some years back I spent a weekend mixing beer, vodka shots, plum brandy and absinthe. At the end of it I coughed one up that was the size of a cat. It had five eyes, could spit acid and was magic resistant. I half wish I'd kept it, really."
"Um... right."Okay, well. The early stages of a relationship, you think to yourself. It's all about learning the other person's special little ways...
"Breakfast will be here in half an hour or so. Hmmm..." She looks at you closely. "So just how much better do you feel, Jax Naismith...?"
M DEAD KILLED BY DMDM Lore Warden 2/Arcane Duelist 3
Stats:
HP 4/45; AC 20(25 w def/CE)/16(21)/14; CMD 19; Init +5; Perception +4; Fort +7 (8 vs Poison), Ref +9, Will +3; Fire Res 1; BP 10/12; Spells Lvl 1 3/4 Initiative +5
Rolling for the forms INT1d20 + 1 ⇒ (14) + 1 = 15 Wis 1d20 - 2 ⇒ (17) - 2 = 15 + any bonuses I might have gleaned from a previous interaction with him or speaking with the others, or previous interactions with forms from my Slaving career.
Jax, you can still ask Irin one question. (You don't have to, of course. It's possible you might be altogether too distracted.) Meanwhile, she'll have one last thing to say before she slips away in the morning.
"One last thing," says Irin. She's fully dressed and her eyes are serious. "Your colleague, Dren. The Oracle."
"Is that what you call him? I thought he was some sort of minor cleric... yes, what about him?"
"He needs to die."
You sit up in bed. "Hey?"
Irin waves one hand dismissively. "No, no. I'm not saying you should kill him. I know about the contract and the Knot... although, you know, you could kill him. You'd suffer consequences, but you wouldn't die... but no.
"I'm just saying he needs to die. You'll be in all sorts of danger, Jax. It won't be that hard. If he's drowning, don't throw him a rope. If an enemy has a knife at his throat, look the other way. The Cardinal's contract doesn't require you to go out of your way, you know."
"Hmmm..." You rub your chin thoughtfully. "Why? Do you have something against him, like the paladin?"
Irin shakes her head. "No, nothing like that.
"Look, a few years back my caravan came to a village that had been infected with yellow bloat. Half the village was dead. I took charge and ordered the survivors to pile the bodies together. Then we set fire to the bodies. Then we watched the village for three days to make sure that nobody came out. At the end of that, we moved on and informed the authorities. It turned out that some people did survive, and the pestilence didn't spread any further." Irin spreads her hands. "Were we angry with the villagers? Did we have a grudge against the dead bodies? No and no. I just didn't want a dangerous infection spreading up and down my travel route."
"So you think Dren is like... some sort of virus?"
"No, I know Dren is like some sort of virus. Right now the infection has barely started. It should be wiped out before it can spread." Irin reaches over and ruffles your hair a little. "I'm telling you this because I like you... All right, I have to go. I'll see you again at the farewell ceremony."
M DEAD!! KILLED BY EVIL EVIL DMDM!! Rogue1/Barb (Feral)1 temp hp 14/17 and 9 con (HP 24/25+4 when Raging; AC21/17/15(-2 Raging) ; CMD 16 (18 Rage) Fort +4(6); Ref +8; Will +1( 3); Init +6; Perception +5/6 for Traps; Darkvision
She cannot lie! She likes him! She really does like him!
On the other hand, she really did take a bunch of young girls one by one, raise them up from childhood, care for them, teach them... and then she really did cold-bloodedly murder them and take their places. I bet she really liked them, too.
M DEAD!! KILLED BY EVIL EVIL DMDM!! Rogue1/Barb (Feral)1 temp hp 14/17 and 9 con (HP 24/25+4 when Raging; AC21/17/15(-2 Raging) ; CMD 16 (18 Rage) Fort +4(6); Ref +8; Will +1( 3); Init +6; Perception +5/6 for Traps; Darkvision
Can we make Dren a Dual Cursed Oracle and givehim haunted and let bref be the haunt?
HP 169/169; AC:37/21/29; Saves: +22/+23/+20; Init +10; Per +28(See Invisibility), CMD 42
Misc:
Effects: Resist Cold 30, Fly 30', Telepathic Bond
QUESTION "Mn..gladly. Tiadora doesn't stand a chance of finding anything out, I'll just spin her a delightfully true and sordid tale until she goes off to carve some marks in Zargo again. By the way..what do you plan to do if the Cardinal succeeds in his endeavor? If he does, and you have turned him down, he may try to send someone or something after you."
MORNING
The tiefling blinks in surprise, stretching his neck a few times. "Why..brilliant! That may be a..unique..cure for a hangover, but it's the most complete I've encountered."
Jax taps his chin thoughtfully, wondering about all the ways he can avoid helping Dren in the future.
"I shall see you there, Irin. Thank you for a night of excess and all of the advice."
"By the way..what do you plan to do if the Cardinal succeeds in his endeavor? If he does, and you have turned him down, he may try to send someone or something after you."
"Oh, he will. I've seen it." Irin's eyelids droop a little, and her green gaze grows distant. "There are several possible futures... there's one where he fails, another where he succeeds, and one where he succeeds, but fails. It's murky, though. Tangled. So many powers in conflict. Too many roads cross at the Dark Tower. And that's still a ways off.
"But if I don't join him, and we're both alive in seven years? Absolutely. I know too much. I have been close in his service for two years now. I know the names and histories of every member of every Knot. I know his plans and how he will carry them out.
"Those things won't matter much, if he wins. But I know things that he will always want kept secret. I know what name he once bore. I know when he entered the devil-god's service, and how. And I know why, which I'm not supposed to know at all... I'm going to eliminate your memory of me saying that. I'm sorry, but he'd kill me if he knew I know that.
"I know how he met Sir Marcel, and how he keeps him bound to service. I know about his travels in the lower planes, and how he reached the headwaters of the Styx, and what he found there. I know why he always wears gloves.
"Oh, I know far too much to be allowed to live. So in that future, he shakes my hand, thanks me for my service... and then sends a death squad after me to make sure I never tell what I know. Almost certainly the Sisters, under the command of the tool.
"Against the tool alone, I'd take my chances. She's powerful, but rather predictable. At the head of her Hell-pack, though... no. Against that, I need insurance.
"Hence the pen.
"But that's enough for now, Jax Naismith. It's time for you to get some sleep." She raises one finger, and taps you on the forehead...
Okay, three days have passed. The Cardinal summons you all to his office.
"Welcome, my children," he says. "Training is at an end. You have proven yourself worthy. Now, it is time for your first mission.
"Your mission is war, my children. You will bring war to Talingarde.
"You have two objectives. First, you will see a shipment of weapons delivered to the leader of the Fourth Knot: a bugbear chieftain named Sakkarot Fire-Axe. He makes his camp on the northern coast of Lake Tarik beyond the Watch Wall. With this shipment, the Fire-Axe will be able to arm the barbarous humanoid tribes of the north and light the fire of war.
"To reach his camp, you will travel by sea. Half a day's travel to the south, the ship Frosthamar is gliding into port as we speak. It is captained by Kargeld Odenkirk. Tomorrow, when the ship is resupplied, it will be your transport.
"Captain Odenkirk is a not one of us. He is a mercenary. He is ruthless, murderous and cruel. Unfortunately, he is also greedy and treacherous. He has run a number of missions for me, and has begun to gain some notion of what we may be about. He imagines that he can use this information, either to blackmail me or to sell to the Talirean authorities." The Cardinal sighs, shakes his head slightly, and steeples his gloved fingers. "Well: once the cargo is safely delivered, he will take you just south across the lake under cover of darkness and land you near the town of Aldencross. There our contract with Captain Odenkirk will be concluded.
"It is shame how greedy he has proven. The captain has his virtues, and I had hoped to let him serve me again. But he is too much of a liability. Kill him. Kill his crew. Burn his ship and leave no survivors. It is crucial that no one suspects our involvement and that loose ends are taken care of. You may reclaim the coin I gave him. Best not to be wasteful."
M DEAD KILLED BY DMDM Lore Warden 2/Arcane Duelist 3
Stats:
HP 4/45; AC 20(25 w def/CE)/16(21)/14; CMD 19; Init +5; Perception +4; Fort +7 (8 vs Poison), Ref +9, Will +3; Fire Res 1; BP 10/12; Spells Lvl 1 3/4 Initiative +5
Xenfal smiles at the job.
Now that really sounds like something worth doing!
"That done, you will begin your second task. The bugbears are mighty warriors but poor siege engineers. You will infiltrate the tower Balentyne, keystone of the Watch Wall. You will kill its commander, wreak as much havoc upon its defenses as possible, and open the gate for Sakkarot's horde.
"Once the shaggy monstrosities pierce the Watch Wall, the bugbears will pillage and lay waste to the townships of the North. The local garrisons will have no choice but to meet the Fire-Axe in the open field. Sakkarot is the most brilliant, gifted and murderous bugbear of his generation, and the defenders of the North will also have to deal with some surprises from your fellow Knots. I expect these battles will go poorly for the knights and yeoman of fair Talingarde.
"Do all of this and then when your task is done, break this clay seal." He hands the Judge a delicately carved clay seal adorned with a tangled knot of thorns surrounding the holy symbol of Asmodeus. "I will have more instructions for you then."
"Succeed and I will see you rewarded handsomely. Fail... ah, but I am sure you will not fail." For just a moment, the Cardinal's mask of paternal urbanity slips a little, and something cold and terrible looks out of his dark eyes. Then he smiles, and the moment passes.
The Judge calmly listens to the Cardinal. When he has finished, a large smile spreads across Tohram's face.
As you command my liege. When the captain has served his purpose, we shall see that no loose ends remain. And then we shall see that the tower falls and the hordes are allowed to infiltrate and destroy the soft heart of Talingarde.
The Judge turns to Cy: We shall have to see how the captain is, but I imagine that your . . . social skills may be beneficial in determining at what point the captain has decided to change allegiances.
Looking at the rest of the group: We have a long trip before us. Make sure that you all have any equipment you feel is necessary for this expedition. I rather doubt that we shall find shops full of magical potions and weapons where we are going.
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Semi-retcon:
A day after returning from his meeting with Sir Marcel, the Judge heads up to the Cardinal's office: Your Honor, I have a question. Since returning from my . . . advancement, I have had some concerns. Today I had little problem leaving the manor in the sun, but we both know that those with the honor of being blessed with unlife have an aversion to the light of Mitra. During my research over the years, I discovered that some vampires are capable of travelling out of doors even under the brightest of sun.
The reason I ask this is that I do not know how long our expedition to the north may take. If my condition progresses as i hope it shall, well, then I may become a hindrance to the party and the conquest of the Dark Lord if I am unable to travel during the day. I do not wish to do so.
Thus, my question is, do you know of any magic that may allow me to be shielded from the bright sunlight of the day? A magic that might allow me to travel the streets of even the goodest of Talingarde towns without suffering the pain that affects those of the dark blood?
The Cardinal rubs his chin thoughtfully with one gloved hand. "Hmm... I have heard of such spells, but I've never had cause to research them. I can look into this, however."
"Meanwhile, I do not believe your condition will advance so rapidly as to render you helpless in the next few weeks. If it does... hm. Well, I will be looking out for you, my son. Be of good cheer."
Is there even a Resist Daylight spell or some such? Order of the Stick notwithstanding, I've never heard of one. But I'm not familiar with every splatbook.
Feel free to ask the Cardinal questions and/or throw some knowledge checks. Sir Edmin, as a former soldier you can make untrained Knowledge checks about things relating to the military -- i.e., the Watch Wall or Balentyne fortress. After all, you've been up north of the Wall twice...
Male Human Oracle (FC) 15 Init: +8 Perc: +0 AC:24/14/20 F:+13 R:+14 W:+15 HP:124/124 Freedom of movement, Resist Cold/30, Air Walk 30'
Tohram, do you wish to purchase a few more Cause Light Wounds Scrolls for me to use on you?
Doug:
I will also research more about the red spheroids and what they do. You gave me this description. They contain a powerful drug that gives a temporary expansion to consciousness. In game terms, you'll get +4 Wis and +4 Cha for 1d6 hours, after which you'll be Confused for 2d6 rounds. Just confirming there are no other side effects. If needed I would go to Zhargo as he might know more about them. I believe I have two doses.
Could I potentially harvest more?
Dren will pick up another alchemists fire to replace the one he has lost.
I believe we found a potion of poison and expeditious retreat. The poison should be held for potentially the captain or someone else we need ot be rid of.
The ER should go to someone slow like Edmin.
I will add 25 gp to the iron fund.
I will also add a scroll of protection from good.
That leaves me with 20gp.
Do we need any equipment for outdoors like tents and such?
Yeh, I am the one who really needs the ILW potions and scrolls as none of you have access to negative energy.
How much cash do we have in total? Do we have enough to purchase a wand of CLW and a wand of ILW? Also, can we get either at discounts since I assume the Cardinal or one of his staff can make them?
Right now I have a Potion of ILW and IMW, but that is it for healing. While I really like the selling iron to the locals, I think that keeping us alive may be more important. Even a Wand of ILW with like 10 or 20 charges would be most helpful for me. A full Wand of CLW for the rest of you as well.
EDIT - I just remembered that actually, Edmin should be able to heal me with his Lay on Hands.
M DEAD!! KILLED BY EVIL EVIL DMDM!! Rogue1/Barb (Feral)1 temp hp 14/17 and 9 con (HP 24/25+4 when Raging; AC21/17/15(-2 Raging) ; CMD 16 (18 Rage) Fort +4(6); Ref +8; Will +1( 3); Init +6; Perception +5/6 for Traps; Darkvision
Goblin have more popcorn if Shadow Shanks eat spheroid!
M DEAD KILLED BY DMDM Lore Warden 2/Arcane Duelist 3
Stats:
HP 4/45; AC 20(25 w def/CE)/16(21)/14; CMD 19; Init +5; Perception +4; Fort +7 (8 vs Poison), Ref +9, Will +3; Fire Res 1; BP 10/12; Spells Lvl 1 3/4 Initiative +5
The table is set with a rich feast. The dishes and meats smell delicious. Everything is hot and rich. A decanter of red wine stands in the center of the table, between two crystal candlesticks.
DC 21 Knowledge (Arcana or Religion):
This is no ordinary meal. The Cardinal has called upon supernatural powers to provide a feast fit for heroes. This is a meal such as might be set before an archdevil.
In game terms, it's the Heroes Feast spell. The effects will wear off before you have a chance to use them, but it's still a damned tasty meal.
You all sit. Tiadora steps into the room and stands behind the Cardinal's left shoulder. She does not speak, but simply stands at parade rest.
The Cardinal raises his glass. "My children, you embark tonight upon a holy mission. The people of Talingarde think they have seen the last of great Asmodeus. Together, we will remind them that there is no escaping the grasp of Hell.
Is there even a Resist Daylight spell or some such? Order of the Stick notwithstanding, I've never heard of one. But I'm not familiar with every splatbook.
I see this spell as an option if it could be crafted into a magic item.
The Judge sits at his seat and views the meal with a wide grin. It must be good to be the king. Someday, we shall all sit while slaves provide meals such as this. Meals which will include the most delectable servants as dessert.
When the Cardinal raises his wine glass, the Judge does likewise.
To victory and to the subjugation of those pitiful weak Talingardians who wait like sheep unaware of the crushing force that is about to befall them.
M DEAD KILLED BY DMDM Lore Warden 2/Arcane Duelist 3
Stats:
HP 4/45; AC 20(25 w def/CE)/16(21)/14; CMD 19; Init +5; Perception +4; Fort +7 (8 vs Poison), Ref +9, Will +3; Fire Res 1; BP 10/12; Spells Lvl 1 3/4 Initiative +5
As Tiadora enters, Xenfal flashes her a winning smile.
Xenfal raises his glass at the toast.
Here, here!
He drinks deeply, and has his goblet filled with the nicest wine there is.
He drinks deeply, and has his goblet filled with the nicest wine there is.
The wine is wonderful stuff. You drink several glasses, and it's delicious, but you never get past slightly tipsy.
Tiadora, alas, looks right through you. Which for Tiadora, counts as Friendly. Neutral is, she curls her lip in contempt. Anything worse than that is probably going to involve serious pain.
A few minutes before midnight, you assemble in the hall of departure. The Cardinal is there, as are Tiadora and Pilkington. Irin steps in just as you arrive.
Tiadora turns, and her eyes widen. Then she says, "The Cardinal's little pet. What are you doing here?" Her voice drips with scorn.
M DEAD KILLED BY DMDM Lore Warden 2/Arcane Duelist 3
Stats:
HP 4/45; AC 20(25 w def/CE)/16(21)/14; CMD 19; Init +5; Perception +4; Fort +7 (8 vs Poison), Ref +9, Will +3; Fire Res 1; BP 10/12; Spells Lvl 1 3/4 Initiative +5
its ok Xen isn't trying to win her heart...
If only I had learned how to cast Grease for when they start to wrestle.
Can I get a Wand of ILW? Even a partially charged one since I doubt we will find too many inflict wands or potions on our expedition. If nothing is available, I will see about getting 2 or 3 scrolls of ILW for Dren to use.
Irin is smiling, but her green eyes are cold. Before answering, she reaches into her jacket takes out a lovely looking green jade mouthpiece, long and slim. She puts a slender brown cylinder in the end and then snaps her fingers. The end of the brown cylinder glows red. She puts the mouthpiece in her mouth and takes a long, leisurely drag. Then she slowly exhales a long plume of smoke... not quite in Tiadora's face, but not far away from it, either.
"I'm senior staff," she says finally. "I've come to see the Ninth Knot off."
"You never come to the departure ceremonies." Tiadora speaks flatly and coldly.
"Well, that's because I... chose not to. And now I am choosing to do so. Of my own free will." Irin is smiling, but there's no mistaking the malice in her voice.
