Doug M's Way of the Wicked (Inactive)

Game Master Douglas Muir 406

Bref picks up his Buckle and immediately makes it change metal types. Shiny!

Sleight of Hand1d20 + 11 ⇒ (1) + 11 = 12

Oops Goblin not get one. He holds out his hand for another after palming the first. Unfortunately for him he drops it. Tee hee tee hee hee hee

Perception1d20 + 5 ⇒ (16) + 5 = 21

Red Thorn smell funny. Tee hee.

Edmin nods his head to the Cardinal after the embrace.

Can we switch the slots when needed? If use it as a belt buckle, can I later turn the IX into a brooch?

Tiadora brings you to meet Mr. Pilkington. Pilkington is a thin man with a thin voice and a pencil-thin mustache. His default mood is "fussy" and his default expression is "annoyed". He sits behind a desk in a large office full of cabinets and files.

Pilkinton is in charge of all accounting for Team Evil. As noted on the discussion page, he'll take your treasure for sale or deposit, and will also arrange for the purchase of up to 300 gp of equipment for each of you. If you have any questions, feel free to ask him.

Can we switch the slots when needed? If use it as a belt buckle, can I later turn the IX into a brooch?

Yep.

Local1d20 + 7 ⇒ (7) + 7 = 14

Hi Pilky! Bref procedes to rattle off a list of what he wants. What this? He points to the tar like substance.

DMDM can we keep left over money? from the original 300, or does it have to be spent?

Knowledge Nobility: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (15) + 5 = 20

Emdmin hands his list of items over to the thin man and looks him over for a moment. " Pilkington is it? Klapaucious Pilkington. Yes, I remember you, First Assistant to the Royal Chancellor." The knight shakes his head and holds out his hand to the man.

"I would like to shake your hand. Bad busness all that in '98. It was wrong the way they treated you. It was not your fault that they did not follow proceedures, but they used you as the scape goat anyway. Damn them for casting you aside like that just to cover their own asses."

Edmin puses for a moment, before smiling. "Well I am glad to see you in good health, maybe later we can discuse what you have been doing since then. I will let you return to your work Sir, you have a good day.

Knowledge(local): 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (3) + 6 = 9
Knowledge(nobility): 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (16) + 6 = 22

Perception: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (3) + 2 = 5

The Judge looks at Pilkington after Edmin speaks: Yes, and we will make the king wish he had followed protocol and given you the proper orders rather than using such a talented man as yourself as a scapegoat.

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (13) + 10 = 23

I have a busy day today, will try to get my purchases done, but might have to take my computer into the shop. I will donate for the Wand of Infernal Healing.

DMDM - the Wand of Infernal Healing will work on me correct?

Perception: 1d20 ⇒ 8

Jax will sell the noble's outfits and Blackerly's sword unless there are any requests not to. After that, he'll split the gold up.

Mr. Pilkington, a pleasure to make your acquaintance. I shall provide a written list of purchases to one of the servants and have them bring it to you later.

Jax listens to Edmin's comments and smiles, arching an eyebrow and looking at the man. My, a bureaucrat? Perhaps you and I could sit over a glass of wine sometime. I'd love to hear more about the procedures in this little kingdom of ours. You never know when some information may be useful..

The tiefling approaches Dren after meeting Pilkington and offers his hand. Hello, I don't believe I've introduced myself. It appears we've both sold our souls to devils. I don't know anyone here all that well, and you even less. Since I'll be relying on you in a pinch its only polite to introduce oneself. I am Jax Naismith, dabbler in many things. I got caught trying to forge some documents that would transfer a large amount of a particular noble's wealth to my own coffers. Perhaps my future endeavors will be more successful.

Does someone have all the loot and wealth we got from the prison? I know there was the bag of Blackerly's money plus several sets of chain shirts and some weapons. We got the noble outfits. Did we also find some artwork and/or valuable books? If someone has this, or can get it together before I figure what I am spending money on, that would be appreciated. I would love to get a Wand of Mage Armor for Morsum.

I listed all of the items that were sold and the gold breakups in the discussion thread. It was brought a few times asking what was taken.

The tiefling approaches Dren after meeting Pilkington and offers his hand. Hello, I don't believe I've introduced myself. It appears we've both sold our souls to devils. I don't know anyone here all that well, and you even less. Since I'll be relying on you in a pinch its only polite to introduce oneself. I am Jax Naismith, dabbler in many things. I got caught trying to forge some documents that would transfer a large amount of a particular noble's wealth to my own coffers. Perhaps my future endeavors will be more successful.

Dren speaks louder than normal, so that everyone can hear his answer, Hello Jax. Indeed, we will watching each others backs. I am Dren...just Dren. I know of no other name or my birth mother.

Sometimes the shadows manifest themselves around me and do things. Just ignore them, they will only try to bother me.

Stealth 1d20 + 15 ⇒ (15) + 15 = 30 and Sleight of Hand 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (18) + 10 = 28

Bref sneaks behind Dren and shakes his cloak again, before scampering off to giggle in the corner.

tee hee tee hee hee hee

Pilkington blinks as Sir Edmin offers his hand. He is not accustomed to sympathy. For just a moment, something touches his tiny, shriveled bureaucratic soul.

But only for a moment. He shakes hands quickly and then says "Yes! Well, I assure you, this is not an issue with our current employer. Orders are clear and delivered in the appropriate format. Carelessness, sloppiness and informality are," he draws a deep breath, "absolutely not tolerated. Proper procedures are to be followed at all times."

To Bref: "Ah. The goblin. I had... heard about this." He picks up the paper of tarry substance, frowns at it for a moment, then hands it back to Bref. "Analysis of obtained resources is generally a matter for technical staff. This seems like an appropriate matter for Mr. Zargo. I believe you will be meeting with him shortly. Pray refer the matter to his attention."

He turns to Jax. "Fraternization between administrative and field/technical staff is not encouraged. I'm sure you understand."

Pilkington turns his gaze back to the papers on his desk. "And now, if you will please submit your equipment requisition, along with Form 27 B Stroke 6, our office will provide a response within three working days, or five in the case of public holidays or adverse weather conditions. Good morning."

Bref fills out the form asking Jax for help.

Stupid evil word pictures. Bref hisses.
Being the smartest goblin in the world has it's drawbacks. He knows it is necessary.

After jis evil form is done he tucks the black stuff away.

Bref fills out the form asking Jax for help.

Stupid evil word pictures. Bref hisses.
Being the smartest goblin in the world has it's drawbacks. He knows it is necessary.

After jis evil form is done he tucks the black stuff away.

Isn't the pictures being evil a positive thing? he asks curiously...

Bref looks at Dren. His eyes narrow and he hisses at him.

"Yes! Well, I assure you, this is not an issue with our current employer. Orders are clear and delivered in the appropriate format. Carelessness, sloppiness and informality are," he draws a deep breath, "absolutely not tolerated. Proper procedures are to be followed at all times."

"Well then, it seems you landed in a place that recognizes your abilities and hopefully rewards you well for them. Keep up the good work."

As people start to hand in their lists...Is there any chance we will be staying outside? I have never stayed outside of the city before, there was no reason to be anywhere be there.
I hear you need things like tents, flint and steel, sleeping bags. I am unused to such things and didn't have them on my equipment list. Should I add them? What about things to eat?

Dren can see in the dark so he wouldn't even think of things like torches or sunrods.

Tiadora leads you down a flight of stairs, and then another. You are now underground. Tiadora pauses for a moment, then turns to you. "The areas below ground level are off limits until the Cardinal instructs you otherwise." She turns away and continues down the stairs. "It is the nature of mortal adventurers to be presumptuous. We lost half of the original Seventh Knot when one of them decided that the Cardinal must be keeping something valuable down here. No great loss, but then we also lost several servants trying to retrieve the bodies. I finally had to go in and do it myself." You pass down a corridor of several doors, all shut. Tiadora opens the last door on the left. "You may learn from their folly, or not, as you please."

That door leads you down yet another flight of stairs, into what must be the mansion's sub-basement. There are strange smells here -- acrid reeks and sudden nose-wrinkling stinks. At the bottom of the stairs, you emerge into a large room with a low ceiling. It is almost completely filled with some sort of laboratory. Brightly colored liquids drip through glass tubings or bubble over flames. In a corner, a well-decayed human corpse in a state of partial dissection adds its own contribution to the reek. There are stains that look disturbingly like blast marks on the ceiling, and stains that look disturbingly unlike anything you can think of on the floor. A great deal of broken glass has been swept into a large glittering pile in one corner. In another corner is an unmade bed with filthy sheets. The combination of stenches is almost overwhelming; you find yourself breathing through your mouth.

Tiadora pauses, then calls: "Zargo!" A few moments pass. Then, more loudly, "ZARGO!"

Local 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (10) + 7 = 17

Bref dances over to the corpse. Lunch?

He then pulls out the black goop and waits for the man who can ID it for him, As soon as Zargo appears Bref all but shoves it in his face.

What this?

"WHAT" Zargo -- for it is he -- emerges with a scowl from somewhere behind the tangle of benches and glassware.

Zargo is a dwarf. His beard is long, wild, streaked with grey, and greasy. His eyebrows and half his hair seem to have been burnt off rather recently. His clothes are filthy, smeared with grease, chemical stains, and dried blood. There are strange blotchy scars over much of his visible face. His hands, too, are covered with scar tissue, and he is missing a couple of fingers. His nails are black with dirt or grease.

"I SAID, WHAT -- Oh, it's you." Zargo's scowl deepens as he takes in the Ninth Knot standing behind Tiadora. "Who the hell are these, now? I thought you were here for the potion. Why are these people here? I'm in the middle of a very delicate procedure! I don't need any distractions!"

Zargo recoils from Bref's offering. "What the hell is this? A goblin? You're bringing goblins in here?" His face is a mask of revulsion. "They steal things! Don't let him touch anything! They carry diseases! Gods of darkness, I'll have to fumigate the place after he's gone!"

Sense Motive1d20 + 4 ⇒ (6) + 4 = 10

WHAT THIS?!

sense motive: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (8) + 2 = 10

Edmin scowls at the dirty dwarf. "Mind yourself dwarf. This goblin is one of my companions, I would hate for you to say something I would have to take exception too."

Whoops, I forgot to mention -- Grumblejack is with you. He's been given living space in the stables. He didn't come along to the Cardinal's, but they gave him half a roast pig, and he seems content. He was asleep when you came by to collect him.

Knowledge(local): 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (2) + 6 = 8
Sense Motive: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (1) + 6 = 7

Tohram is watching Bref's antics and completely misses any connection of the name or what the dwarf is looking at.

The dwarf's surly scowl deepens. He looks like a dog that can't decide whether to cringe or bite. "Oh, you might take 'exception', mister sir shiny-armor somebody? Well, I'll tell you what you can take -- "

"Zargo." Tiadora's voice is flat. "You will give me the new potion. You will examine these, our newly recruited Ninth Knot, and you will measure them for their circlets. You will analyze whatever they offer you. And you will not threaten, insult or annoy them, upon pain of my displeasure."

Bref smiles wide. Almost splitting his skull.

what this?

He whispers so only the surly dwarf can hear.

The Judge suddenly has an amusing thought. Looking down at the Dwarf: Yes, it is true you can get diseases from goblins. But, at least they kill you before sucking your blood.

He then gives a nice toothy smile showing his rather long canines.

The dwarf cringes away from Tiadora, clearly intimidated. "Fine. Fine. Whatever. You know me. Always happy to help."

He hands her a vial of liquid that is a ridiculously bright, eye-hurting orange. "This'll do it. Good for half an hour, maybe a bit more. Use it carefully. That's about the last we'll get out of that bard."

"Oh? says Tiadora, not sounding very interested. "Can you not keep him alive any longer?"

"I can keep him alive! He's alive! He'll be alive as long as I want him to be alive! He's just," Zargo wrinkles his nose and looks rather squirmy "he's just... not in such good condition any more."

"Now, as to this stuff..." Zargo plucks the paper away from Bref with a scowl. Then his eyebrows go up. "Say! I think I know what this is." He turns to Bref and speaks very loudly and very slowly. "YOU... GOBLIN. YOU... GOBLIN. WHERE... YOU... GET THIS? [holds up paper and shakes it] "THIS HERE. WHERE? YOU STEAL... WHERE? GARBAGE? WHERE?"

Speaking louder and slower

I...TAKE...OFF...PERSON...I...ATE...WHAT...THIS?

Tohram interprets for the Dwarf: I think what he is saying is that this came from one of the guards and Toothpick decided to make a meal of the man's eyeballs before we left. But, don't worry, I doubt that he will want to see where he is going anyway.

Morsum steps out from behind the Judge and moves over next to Bref where he puts clawed hand on the goblin's shoulder and shows the dwarf a beautiful set of blood red teeth.

With his stone grating over stone voice: Goblin friend.

"Oh hey, an eidolon. That's only the... second one, I've ever seen, actually." Zargo stares at Morsum thoughtfully. "You probably wouldn't let me dissect him? The last guy got super pissy about that." He turns back to the paper. "I don't know why. It wasn't hurting him any. But he was such a little b!#$# about the whole thing..." Zarko peels off a piece of the gummy substances, pops it into his mouth, and chews. "Uh huh... muthky with floral overtoneth but a hint of thulfur. An it thticks to your teeth like anything... yup. That'th krrf aw wight." He opens his mouth widely and runs his tongue along his teeth. "Pretty good quality, too... that's about half a lethal dose I just took. Or a full one, for a small person or a kid or something." He swallows. "And you've got, hum, six doses left? Nice. Can I have some?"

Bref hisses. For my darts. What do?

Zarko's lip curls. "The goblin is going to use poison? Hah. Haha." He looks over the group. "Are there any arcane spellcasters here? Anyone with any, you know... intelligence?"

Morsum lets out a low rumbling growl: You try di-sekt, I eat you. Give eyes goblin snack.

Bref gras Zargo by the beard and speaks directly into his face in perfect unbroken common, so low that only Zargo can here.

Listen you worthless excuse for a slave. You have your orders from the lady here. Do what you are told and I just might decide not to find you in your sleep and remove your eyes and floss with your ocular nerves, just before I make myself some padding for my hat from your beard. That is just what I will start with you orc in dwarf clothing. This is no threat dwarf. This is fact.

Then in

Shadow Beastie we kill as team. I chew toes you chew head. We meet in middle tee hee her

Edmin seems about to say something when Bref pulls the dwarf to his level. Instead, the knight chuckles quietly and shakes his head.

Zargo roars in pain, then screams in rage.

Bref ONLY, roll for initiative.

1d20 + 6 ⇒ (3) + 6 = 9

1d20 + 11 ⇒ (18) + 11 = 29

1d20 + 6 ⇒ (18) + 6 = 24

my AC is two lower since i do not have my leather armor yet

Zarko's hand goes to his belt, where he has a dozen or more vials. Bref opens his mouth to lunge for the dwarf's throat --

"Chut!" says Tiadora.

1d20 + 19 ⇒ (19) + 19 = 38

Awesome cinematic!!!! Heart pounding here!

Seeing things going downhill rapidly, the Judge steps forward in an attempt to stop things:
Gentlemen, while this may be a dog eat dog world, and undoubtedly under the rule of Mitra you both would be viewed as dogs, here we are all soldiers of Hell. Now stand down both of you before his Lordship decided that you have failed and sends you to be killed by paladins.

Diplomacy:1d20 + 10 ⇒ (11) + 10 = 21

Zarko and the goblin are both dangling several feet off the ground, wriggling in the grasp of the black tentacles that have suddenly sprung out of the floors and the wall.

"It seems that once again I must adjudicate," sighs Tiadora. She walks over to stand between the two of you.

Bref, you take 1d6 + 4 ⇒ (4) + 4 = 8 points of damage and you have the Grappled condition. It's your initiative. You can attack Zarko, attack Tiadora, try to escape, or take some other action entirely. You can also wait to see what the others do and/or ready an action.

Tee hee. Sorry Pretty lady witch. Not want upset you. Stupid dwarf start fight. I wait by door. Bref attempts to free himself and move out of the range of Zargo.

Escape Artist1d20 + 10 - 1 ⇒ (17) + 10 - 1 = 26

Bref's wriggling is truly inspired. Never before has he squirmed with such agility! Never before has he contorted himself with such nimbleness and grace!

It does no good. The horrible tentacles hold on to him relentlessly.

"Zargo," says Tiadora, "I told you not to annoy, harass or insult our guests. Yet you did so. This is a direct contradiction of my orders. Have you anything to say in defense or mitigation?"

"Wha - But - " Zargo seems paralyzed by rage and terror. "It.. it's a goblin!!"

"I see." Tiadora is silent for a moment. Then: "Zarko, I find you guilty of deliberately and willfully disobeying an order. I sentence you to a Level Two Correction, to be applied immediately once you have finished examining the Ninth Knot."

"Wha - A Level Two - Oh, Gods, no --" Zarko begins to babble. "No, Mistress, I'm sorry, I didn't mean, I thought he was a goblin but, I, no, Mistress, please --"

"Silence." Zarko immediately falls silent. You can see, though, that tears are pouring down his filthy cheeks.