Dragon's Demand (Inactive)

Game Master Baerlie

This one, we want :-) Happy to keep bidding, up to the actual retail value.
Bluff: 1d20 - 2 ⇒ (10) - 2 = 8.

ting glares at the other bidders, hoping to help Hans and Felicitas

ad another: bluff: 1d20 - 2 ⇒ (2) - 2 = 0 so much for helping

Bluff: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (4) + 10 = 14
Was not meant to be ours.

Grellen accepts your opening bid, but a man to your right raises his hand and increases the bid to 600gp. "600 gp for the mithral scroll tube including a scroll of permanency, sombody willing to bid 900 gp?" the auctioneer announces.

Hans frowns.

"1500gp!"

That should cover the cost of the scroll, and the tube (hopefully).

I will be moving till sunday, and as I do not know how often I can come online and if the new internet is working in our new house, please bot me before I hold up a fight!
Bluff: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (13) + 10 = 23

You finally found a new flat, glad to hear that! Good luck!

Hans raises the bid to 1500gp and Felicitas makes sure that nobody else dares to bid higher. "1800gp somebody? First, Second, Third. Sold for 1500gp to the man in the front row! Congratualations!" the auctioneer shouts and Iso receives a ticket.

"This was the last item for tonight! Congratulations to the winners, please take your ticket to the cashier over there and with the stamp you get you may pick up your purchase at the depot over there." Grellen says and points to the left and the right.

Suddenly a man stands up dramatically and loudly makes an ominous announcement: "Very well! I must deliver this bad news to my employer immediately. I bid you all good day!" He then storms out of the amphitheater, an awkward silence in his wake.

After a pause, a gnome says, "I suspect he didn’t mean that last bit." This wry crack breaks the tension, causing laughter to fill the crowd.

Its dusk and while people are retrieving their items servants quickly light lanterns throughout the amphitheater.

please do perception rolls

"I wonder what that was all about...?"

Perception: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (7) + 9 = 16.

ting, very excited to go pick up his birds, turns as the man yells something hearing the very end what was that all about? No big deal jus some jealous bidder, now where are my feathered friends?

perception: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (11) + 10 = 21

Ting notices a dark shape flying in the skies above. A few moments later, mayhem strikes. A group of batlike humanoids swoop down to land on the amphitheater stage, the people panic and run around.

"To arms!"

Hans draws his greatsword, and eagerly charges towards the stage.

hey what is that dark shape flying over head? Ting distracted by a flying object, does not see the swooping humanoids until Hans cries out. Snapping out of it, he draws his swords an follows Hans to the stage, calling out. " wroight behind ya, gov'n'r"

First the batlike humanoids try to grab and kill the villagers, but when Hans and Ting attack them they strike back.

The creature with green-tipped wings approaches Hans and attacks with a strange looking kukri.
Attack: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (20) + 3 = 23 damn
Crit confirm?: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (8) + 3 = 11 puh
Damage: 1d4 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 = 4
the kukri is not made of metal

Round 1
Grioth green
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Felicitas
Ting
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Grioth yellow
Grioth blue
Grioth red
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Hans

knowledge: nature: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (4) + 2 = 6

What the heck are these things as the monstrous creature land and then attack, Ting is distracted with trying to figure out what the are, until the nearest one attacks Hans, "Oy, ugly, you's don't want ta bite off more 'an you's can chew, wroight" having had both swords drawn, he steps forward and attacks the creature, one sword slashing high, the other slashing low.

5 ft step, full attack, power attack
MW Bastard sword attack: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (4) + 6 = 10 for damage: 1d10 + 4 + 2 ⇒ (8) + 4 + 2 = 14
MW sawtooth sabre attack: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (3) + 6 = 9 for damage: 1d10 + 4 + 2 + 1 ⇒ (6) + 4 + 2 + 1 = 13

well those are absolutely terrible rolls

Taking a deep breath Felicitas starts singing her battle anathem before moving fast forward, rapier in hand, ready to defend the innocents.
Wich knowledge?

Felicitas starts to sing her battle anthem while Ting hacks and slashes at the creatures. kn. nature

Three more Grioths join the combat and stab with their transparent kukris, but all three attacks miss.
Yellow vs. Ting: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (6) + 3 = 9
Blue vs. Hans: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (7) + 3 = 10
Red vs. Hans: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (4) + 3 = 7

Round 1
Grioth green
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Felicitas
Ting
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Grioth yellow
Grioth blue
Grioth red
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Hans

With a roar, Hans starts swinging!

MW Cold Iron Greatsword: 1d20 + 8 + 2 + 1 ⇒ (11) + 8 + 2 + 1 = 22, for 2d6 + 13 + 3 + 1 ⇒ (4, 5) + 13 + 3 + 1 = 26 damage.

Bite: 1d20 + 2 + 2 + 1 ⇒ (18) + 2 + 2 + 1 = 23, for 1d6 + 4 + 1 + 1 ⇒ (6) + 4 + 1 + 1 = 12 damage.

Starting with green, then moving on to red if that one falls.

Hans swings his greatsword at the green grioth and the creature drops into the dust. He attacks the grioth with the red eyes after that and hits, but the wound is not big enough to drop the creature.

Round 2
Felicitas
Ting
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Grioth yellow
Grioth blue
Grioth red -12HP
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Hans

as Hans ends the first threat Ting calls out "Now 'ats what I's yappin' 'bout! tha bisector strikes again!" As Hans turns and bites the second attack ting is a little taken aback and laughs "ha ha well 'at's new govn'r'" not to be outdone he swings his swords in a crossing pattern aiming each at the creatures yellow shoulders, hoping to join them in the middle then pecking for good measure.

full attack, inspire courage

MW Bastard sword, power attack (two weapon) attack: 1d20 + 9 - 2 - 2 + 1 ⇒ (17) + 9 - 2 - 2 + 1 = 23 for damage: 1d10 + 4 + 4 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 4 + 4 + 1 = 13
MW sawtooth sabre, double slice, power attack(two weapon) attack: 1d20 + 9 - 2 - 2 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 9 - 2 - 2 + 1 = 7 for damage: 1d8 + 4 + 2 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 4 + 2 + 1 = 9
beak, power attack attack: 1d20 + 3 - 1 + 1 ⇒ (6) + 3 - 1 + 1 = 9 for damage: 1d3 + 4 + 1 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 4 + 1 + 1 = 8

Moving forward Felicitas thrusts at the closest Grioth.
Attack: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (11) + 7 = 181d6 + 3 ⇒ (5) + 3 = 8

dotting ;)

dotting ;)

I think I meant "Bumping" ;)

Felicitas attacks the closest Grioth and the bat-like creature drops into the dust. Ting attacks the creature with yellow wings and cuts a deep wound in the Grioth's chest with his bastard sword. The beast sinks to its knees, but is still alive. It tries to get away from Ting Aoo while the remaining Grioth tries to pierce Hans with a transparent kukri but misses.
Attack: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (5) + 3 = 8

Round 2
Felicitas
Ting
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Grioth yellow -13HP
Grioth blue
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Hans

MW Cold Iron Greatsword: 1d20 + 8 + 2 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 8 + 2 + 1 = 12, for 2d6 + 13 + 3 + 1 ⇒ (6, 6) + 13 + 3 + 1 = 29 damage.

Hans swings at the remaining Grioth, but almost slips over on some blood.

As the odd winged creature attempts to get away Ting brings his bastard sword quickly about dropping his sabre and grasping the bastard sword two handed he sweeps it toward the center of the creatures back as it flees. "I don't figur' 'at one'll bother us any more's, wrought." he then steps forward, dodging Hans as he slips on the blood, "Watch out fer tha sabre, gov'nr, I didn't means ta drop it in tha ways" moving around to the back of the enemy, lifting the sword over his head and swings it at the last bat-like creature.

AoO on yellow, MW Bastard sword, two handed, power attack attack: 1d20 + 9 - 2 ⇒ (7) + 9 - 2 = 14 for damage: 1d10 + 6 + 6 ⇒ (1) + 6 + 6 = 13

30 ft. move, flank,(dirty fighter and sneak attack) MW Bastard sword, two handed, power attack attack: 1d20 + 9 - 2 + 2 ⇒ (6) + 9 - 2 + 2 = 15 for damage: 1d10 + 6 + 6 + 1 + 1d6 ⇒ (8) + 6 + 6 + 1 + (1) = 22

Hans swings his greatsword in a strange courve. Although the blow was very strong the Grioth manages to dodge the attack. Ting Tang tries to hit the fleeing Grioth with his sword and knocks the creature unconscious. And not enough, he also knocks the remaining Grioth out with one power attack.

combat over

After the grioths are slain, there’s a little time to recuperate. Acolytes of Abadar who were attending the auction tend to wounded townsfolk. One of these priests approach you with thanks. "Is somebody hurt?" the man says and heals you fully over the course of a few minutes.

Suddenly, a tremendous roar fills the air. A larger creature swoops down to land atop one of the small storage buildings on the amphitheater’s stage — a scaly, reptilian winged creature with smoke and fire billowing from its jaws. The remaining townsfolk shriek, “A dragon!” in panic.

The winged creature hovers over Iso and tries to slap him with it's tale but misses.
Tail slap vs. Iso: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (6) + 7 = 13

Round 1
Flame Drake
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Ting
Hans
Felicitas

those are interesting kukri's might need to keep one or two of them Ting quickly asks "Is you all's OK, Miss Felicitas, gov'n'r, 'ems were ugly critters, wrought." As the Acolyte of Abadar heals there wounds Ting, cleaning the blood off of his bastard sword, jumps when he hears the tremendous roar. Seeing the large winged lizard attack Hans with it's tail, he studies the beast for a moment, then Ting steps forward and jumping as high as he can swings the now clean bastard sword at the hovering creatures tail.

move action:studied target, 5 ft. step (if needed)attack action: MW Bastard sword, two handed, power attack

attack: 1d20 + 9 - 2 + 1 ⇒ (16) + 9 - 2 + 1 = 24 for damage: 1d10 + 6 + 6 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 6 + 6 + 1 = 16

With a roar, Hans charges forward to meet the new threat!

MW Cold Iron Greatsword: 1d20 + 8 + 2 + 1 + 2 ⇒ (12) + 8 + 2 + 1 + 2 = 25, for 2d6 + 13 + 3 + 1 ⇒ (1, 6) + 13 + 3 + 1 = 24 damage.

Ting and Hans attack the flying mini dragon right away, both hitting the scaled creature. The wounds they create are big, but the beast does not fly away.

Round 1
Flame Drake -40HP
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Ting
Hans
Felicitas

joining the others Feli tries to aid in bringing down the beast
Attack: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (17) + 7 = 241d6 + 3 ⇒ (2) + 3 = 5

Felicitas joins the others and strikes at the beast. She hits and makes another bleeding wound in the drake's skin.

The beast flies up into the air, opens it's mouth and exhales a big flame which explodes between Ting, Felicitas and Hans. similar to a fireball spell, Aoo for everybody because the drake moves out of your threatened squares

Round 2
Flame Drake -45HP
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Ting
Hans
Felicitas

as the beast attempts to gain some distance from the trio of swords, Ting, having gained his footing thrusts the tip of the bastard sword at the flying lizard, "Oy, Don't tells us yer afraid of a little steel, wroight"

AoO, studied target, MW Bastard sword, two handed, power attack

attack: 1d20 + 9 - 2 + 1 ⇒ (9) + 9 - 2 + 1 = 17 for damage: 1d10 + 6 + 6 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 6 + 6 + 1 = 14

AoO: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (1) + 7 = 81d6 + 3 ⇒ (3) + 3 = 6

AoO: 1d20 + 8 + 2 + 1 ⇒ (15) + 8 + 2 + 1 = 26, for 2d6 + 13 + 3 + 1 ⇒ (2, 1) + 13 + 3 + 1 = 20 damage.

Almost :P

Felicitas, Ting and Hans try to get rid of the drake, but only Hans hits the beast. The wound he creates is big, but not big enough to chop it down.

13 fire damage for everyone or DC18 Reflex for half

Round 2
Flame Drake -65HP
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Ting
Hans
Felicitas

Reflex: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (19) + 4 = 23.

Hans grimaces as the flames wash over him, then charges forward towards his foe, leaping into the air, and swinging his sword wildly!

Acrobatics: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (5) + 8 = 13.

MW Cold Iron Greatsword: 1d20 + 8 + 2 + 1 + 2 ⇒ (19) + 8 + 2 + 1 + 2 = 32, for 2d6 + 13 + 3 + 1 ⇒ (4, 1) + 13 + 3 + 1 = 22 damage.

Crit Confirmation: 1d20 + 8 + 2 + 1 + 2 ⇒ (16) + 8 + 2 + 1 + 2 = 29, for 2d6 + 13 + 3 + 1 ⇒ (2, 4) + 13 + 3 + 1 = 23 *ADDITIONAL* damage.

Ref: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (4) + 6 = 10

reflex: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (13) + 8 = 21

as the drake breaths fire, ting dodges away, still singeing many of his feathers, looking down at himself singed and smoking he replies "Now 'ats just wrong, wroight?" and moving to the side of the creature, begins to flank it, just as Hans attacks.

if Hans somehow misses or doesn't kill the thing ting will role an attack, but I don't think it will be necessary so I posted this.

Seeing Hans split the beast in two, separating the wings and head from the tail and legs, Ting throws his hands in the air and as he is drenched in the gore from the dead reptile yells, "Now 'at's what I's yappin' 'bout! Tha Bisector strikes again!" then looking at his now gore covered singed feathers he confesses. "I needs ta learn how ta get out o' tha ways o' tha backwash, wroight."

Sorry, the drake is now more than 20 ft. in the air, otherwise it would have hit himself with the fire ball explosion. I should have mentioned that before. If I take Hans' rolls for his sling, even without the crit and with minimum damage, he would kill the beast. Hans, do you want me to take the rolls for your sling?

Ah, fair enough - I knew he was up in the air (hence the Acrobatics roll), but I didn't know he was up *that* high. Sure - use the sling :-)

Seeing the dragon now high in the air Hans drops his sword and gets the sling from his belt. He shoots a sling stone directly at the drake's head and with that wound the flying beast just drops to the ground, covering everything around with blood and dust.

combat over

After everything calmed down a bit the baroness and her son approach you to thank you for your aid. Suddenly a thunderous roar shatters the night. The survivors look to the east in fear as a vast shape crawls up onto the roof of Otho Burr’s house, just east of the amphitheater. This is an enormous black dragon, but its scales are ragged and graying, its eyes are sightless, its muscles are exposed beneath torn flesh, and the smell of rot is nearly overpowering.

"I am Aeteperax, Lord of Dragonfen, and you have exhausted my patience. The wizard Hunclay promised me many things before his death, including five rare and ancient tomes. I made efforts to obtain these lawfully, but my representative, Clausyre, failed me. My forbearance is at an end. Now I require not only the books, including the tome entitled Secrets of the Dreaming Dark, but also an indemnity of 776,000 gold pieces — 2,000 for each and every resident of this dunghill you call home. I give you two weeks to deliver these to the place you know as the Monastery of Saint Kyerixus across the Dragonfen. None are permitted to leave Belhaim — my minions blanket the countryside, and all who dare leave this town shall suffer for it. Only those chosen to deliver my ransom may travel, and then only into Dragonfen. Should you defy me or fail to satisfy my demands, I shall lay waste to little Belhaim and kill every living inhabitant, down to the last mewling infant."

With that, the dragon rises up, casts a spell, and vanishes, apparently teleporting away. Silence reigns for a moment, then panic strikes and the survivors flee back to their homes.

you mean Hans can't jump 20 ft. in the air? lol, sorry I got excited about Ting cheering for Hans, took the RP a little to far, oh well

ting watches Hans stone strike the Drake and bring it down, smiling he says "Now 'at's what I's yappin' 'bout!" As ting begins to examine the body his concentration is interrupted by the enormous black dragon. As chaos strikes the village at the end of the dragons long winded speech. Ting has Hans and Felicitas "We've re-deaded stuff a'fore, Wroight? You recon 'is dragon ta be much harder?"

KnowArc: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (16) + 7 = 23

Hans looks thoughtfully at where the dragon was.

"That one was a tad big, Ting Tang..."

"And it is not a stupid undeath minion... this one is self-aware. Maybe a lich!"

Hans is sure the dragon was real, but Ting and Felicitas are suspicious. It might have been an illusion.

In the aftermath of the dragon's appearance, the auction's final sale is put on indefinite hold. Baroness Origena asks the PCs and several locals whose advice she values - Sheriff Benhovy, local stabler and former adventurer Lezara Dodgion, Abadaran priestess Eupaphenia Targas,
and Bassy the historian - to return with her to her manor home for a meeting.

The meeting takes place in a cozy dining room at Devy Manor. The baroness doesn't waste time, and asks Eupaphenia what Belhaim could scrape together by pooling all its resources. Her answer of approximately 20,000 gp doesn't surprise the baroness. Even if every sale for the auction were immediately settled, it would be unlikely to bring the total up to even ioo,ooo gp. There's just no way Belhaim can pay the dragon's demand of 776,ooo gp.

The baroness opens the meeting to suggestions. Sheriff Benhovy mutters "If we send out a few of those Shelyn layabouts to distract the dragon for the good of the town, maybe he'll lower the ransom." ransom."[/] A suggestion met with derision and shock by the others at the meeting. Frustrated, he then suggests sending out messages via raven to several larger (but distant) towns for aid.

Lezara pushes to have the town evacuated. Eupaphenia suggests sending a delegate to speak to the dragon about paying in installments. None of these suggestions appeases the group as a whole.

do you have suggestions?

"Have you considered killing it? After all, up north, the Linnorn Kings make a living out of disposing of dragons..."

wow this is a nice place Ting, impressed with the setting doesn't say much in the beginning. Finally when the towns people have had their imput he asks "Are you's absopositivly sure 'at 'is here dead dragon is legit? 'E didn't seem 'at way's ta me. We's got two weeks. 'At's plenty 'o time ta scout 'im out an see if'n tha threat is real. 'En decide what we's agonna do, wrioght."

Bessy jumps up and says "This is exactly what I wanted to suggest! And I also think that there was something wrong with the dragon. It didn't seem real to me." the gnome says.

The Baroness Origena's visage grows stem. Her eyes fix on her folded hands before she looks up, directing her gaze at you as she addresses you. "I can't offer a monetary reward sufficient to lure you into undertaking so deadly a mission. However, I must ask: Will you slay this dragon for Belhaim? If you succeed, I shall raise each of you to the rank of Knight of Taldor. Little Belhaim and its inhabitants are lost if you don't prevail. What say you?"

Bassy, the historican, continues ""I've been around for a long, long time, and one thing I've learned is that inexperienced illusionists tend to rely on overwhelming one's eyes and ears, but often forget the details. I was there. I saw the dragon. I heard it speak and roar. But I didn't hear it breathe. I didn't hear its talons scraping stone. I didn't feel the air stir when its wings unfurled. Certainly whoever or whatever we face has great power - if that truly was just an illusion, it was still a powerful magical effect. For all we know, it could even be a dragon - that certainly fits with what you learned from the kobold s. The name Aeteperax is an old one, and the original Aeteperax's bones should still be out there in Dragonfen, coiled around the Crypt of Tula Belhaim. At the very least, if you can confirm those bones are still there, then it seems obvious that what you all saw tonight wasn't really Aeteperax risen from the dead."

Hans nods.

"I, for one, would be happy to try and sort out what exactly is going on; going to the Crypt of Tula to check if the original Aeteperax's bones are still there seems like a logical first step..."