GM Tyranius Giantslayer (Inactive)

Game Master Tyranius

Torgan gets blasted back into the elf as the aged creature doesn't seem to be quick enough to avoid the blast. As Torgan crashes into the pews, the elf comes down on top of the blonde dwarf. The sight would be abhorrent in different circles but the other dwarves just snicker at the cuddling pair.

Donkeys and horses bray, I think yaks low like cows. I think.

Jorgan rushes over to the unconscious spooning couple. "We'd better wake Torgan first. Wren would blow his s@%& if he woke up touching a dwarf, let alone in that position." He takes off his glove and gives Torgan a smack across the face. With Wren he is a bit more gentle and merely pours some water on the elf's face.

"Probably when I wasn't getting sodding drunk, Vandy. Geez. I find lots of things all the time, I don't need to give you an inventory, do I?"

Van's eyes narrow at the elf. "Lots of things?" He begins to say more, but then Jorgan says....

""Hey Van, what's Blix the name of that girl you were hittin' on?"

Van's eyes narrow even more, as he wheels around to stare at Jorgan. "I have never, in my life, hit a woman,." He replies, purposefully misunderstanding the remark.

With a cry, he brings it down on the cursed object. "FER FUTURE HALF-DWARVES!"

As Torgan raises his hammer, Van's eyes widen a little and he holds up a hand. "Wa...."

As Torgan's hammer hits it causes a massive blast of energy to rip throughout the chamber. Torgan is flung back into the pews sending large cloud of dust to rise into the air. Wren and Umlo follow suit as they are ripped to the floor like a rag doll being thrown. The rest of the group seems ultimately un-phased as they feel little more that a light breeze blow throughout the Chapel. Looking round the group realizes that Wren, Torgan and Umlo do not seem to be getting up.

"....it" Van watches the events unfold with a mixture of curiousity and dread. As his companions are blown backwards, Van can only berate himself for not keeping a closer eye on his reckless cousin(s).

Running over to check on them, Van curses loudly and begins to examine the three.

Heal: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (5) + 5 = 10

The dwarves begin to hear the yaks lowing frantically outside of the Chapel.

"F%+# me!" Van cries loudly. Turning to Jorgan, Van says. "I'll check theses three. Torgan, take Kraygan and go see what's got the yaks worked up!" Turning back to Wren and Torgan, Van tries to remedy his earlier lapse by calling over his shoulder. "And be careful! Just peek out at first!"

Just like what happens after a second dwarven lager, Wren remains unconscious and oblivious to what is happening, especially all the bearded shenanigans and touching of 'no-touching' spots.

"Torag's balls!" Kraygan exclaims, already halfway out the door when Vanderhoff gives instructions to check the yaks.

"Right! I'll check 'em!" He says, going outside.

Jorgan wrote:

""Hey Van, what's Blix the name of that girl you were hittin' on?"

Van's eyes narrow even more, as he wheels around to stare at Jorgan. "I have never, in my life, hit a woman,." He replies, purposefully misunderstanding the remark.

"Maybe not but you were certainly flirtin' with her, trying to get in her chainmail if you know what I mean." Jorgan then runs out of the chapel before Van can react, making his way towards the lowing yaks.

Vanderhoff spins around to see the ghost of Fabian Blix right before him. The imposing ghost seems far larger the closer it gets.

You know my great-great-granddaughter?

Jorgan snickers as he checks on Torgan and Wren. No matter what he does he is unable to awaken them as he slaps Torgan and dumps water on Wren's face. From what Vanderhoff can tell, they still seem to be alive but has a difficult time telling what their ailment is exactly.

Rushing outside Kraygan and Jorgan meet up and find the yaks to be completely fine as they call out around a now unconscious Manticore.

Torgan's limp dwarf face in the crotch of Wren's elf masculinity causes a few problems for the stout dwarf troupe, but Wren and Torgan have no other recourse in the coma-inducing curse. That being said, Torgan doesn't mind it so much as it bonds the pair.

Snore *wink* snore

"The manicore's takin a nap too!" Kraygan calls back into the chapel. A moment later he comes back, dragging the manticore behind him. Letting it drop, he turns to those still conscious.

"There 'r only a couple places left in this fort we ain't checked, but I'm thinkin we shouldn't go wanderin with three down."

Looking at the ghost sideways, Kraygan whispers loudly to Vamderhoff. "Uhh.. maybe ye can ask him if we can wait a while here and see if they wake up?"

Assuming the ghost is the only spirit in the chapel, maybe we should give them some time to recover?

"There was that spooked room the giants have been avoiding. Do you think it might be in there? I don't like our chances without them but they might not wake up otherwise."

The ghost's attention turns to Kraygan as he smiles. You may rest with ease within the confines of these walls if you wish. I will make sure that nothing bothers you.

Wren continues to 'enjoy' the unconsciousness and the inability to not smell the combined yakkery and dwarven odors that have permeated his reality ever since he left Trunau.

What's the plan?

What's the plan?

Wren is still unconscious, yes?

Wren does nothing.

Yup, Wren is still playing big spoon

Torgan continues to play little spoon, though that is more due to stature than positioning.

Wouldn't it be more like little spoon and knife? Elves are kinda lanky.

Jorgan harumphs and sits down in one of the pews. "So you'll keep us safe for the night, spirit man? To tell the truth, we're all a bit tired and run down and with those ones taking a nap already maybe we should all just settle down for the night and tackle your problem in the morning." Jorgan pulls out his blanket and uses his pack as a pillow as he lays down on the bench, his hand groping for the locket around his neck....

I vote to sleep it off and hope they recover by morning. If not we'd better start a search for the rest of the bones and hope that will wake them up.

I will watch over you all. The ghost clasps a closed hand over his breast. For Victory, For the Heart. He says as he vanishes back into the candles.

The group settles in as a overwhelming calmness falls over the room. Jorgan falls into a restful sleep even before his head strikes the pillow.

The sun's bright rays shine through the window as they fall across Wren and Torgan's faces. The pair shoot up from their restful sleep drenched in sweat. Torgan stands bracing himself on the pew. Looking about he sees that everything is fine as peace once again begins to take it's hold. Catching their the unconscious group quickly realizes that a weight has been lifted from their shoulders.

Curse of Melancholy is cured!

Resting under the haunting gaze of a ghost didn't exactly put Kraygan at ease, but he faced the challenge armed with the best protection at hand - a keg of liquid courage and one of his favorite drinking songs.

"When I came home on Moonday night, as drunk as drunk kin beeeee...
I seen a yak outside me door,
Where me own yak should beeee.
So I called the wife and I says to her,
Will ye kindly tell to meeee,
Who owns the yak outside the door
Where my own yak should be."

"Ooooohhh
Yer drunk yer drunk, ye silly old fool,
Alas ye cannot seeeee
That's a lovely goat that me mother sent ta me.
Well tis many a day I traveled,
A hun'red miles o' more,
Yet a saddle on a goat sure I ne'er seen before."

Kraygan holds out his keg to the shaven dwarf. "C'mon Umlo, sing it with me now!"

"Aaaaannnd, when I came home on Toilsday night as drunk as drunk kin beeee..."

Drinking from his keg at every refrain, and topping off the cups of his cousins and Umlo, Kraygan belted out the rest of the verses until drunken slumber put him to bed.

***

In the morning Kraygan is up early, puking in an old donation bin.

Wren jumps up, kicking off any snuggling dwarves or yaks, and trying to avoid a reason to scream. He finds none. His eyes are wild, as if having seen things he wished to unsee.

"THERE IS DARKNESS COMING TO TRUNAU AND IT WEARS A BEARD OF LIGHTNING AND FIRE!! MARK THE WORDS OF THE ELF PROPHET WHO SEES IN DREAMS WHAT MORTAL EYES CANNOT!! HEED THE CLARION OF MY WARNING FOR IT IS TRUTH! DEATH COMES WITH A BEARD!!"

With that, Wren slumps into a pew breathing heavily. His eyes are wild.

Van gapes at the ghost when asked at Calrianne, and thankfully the attention is drawn away from him when Kraygan drags in the unconscious manticore.

Agreeing with Jorgan, Van seetles in for the night and sleeps as well as he can. The following morning he rises and begin to think about the next step in the party's ever evolving mission.

When Wren wakes and begins to bellow. Van turns wide eyed and just stares at the elf, wondering whether this is an effect from the previous day. Shaking his head, he walks over to Wren and stares at the elf. squating on his haunches, he peers up at Wren's face. "What are yelling about? DO YOU KNOW WHO I AM? DO YOU KNOW WHERE YOU ARE? DO YOU KNOW WHO YOU ARE?" He says loudly and distinctly to the elf.

[dice=Heal to check Wren's "condition"]1d20+5[/dice]

Death comes with a beard? Ah, he's just jealous. Elves and their prepubescent faces....

Jorgan sits up on the pew and gives an exaggerated yawn. "Well, good to know you're feeling better, Wren. Good morning, too."

Once Wren has calmed down, Jorgan has a quick bite to eat and then offers again, "Well, there was that wailing room the giants avoided. I think that's as good a shot as any for cursed bones or something like that. What do you say? Wanna go check it out?"

"Ooh! Will everyone stop with the yellin!" Kraygan holds his ears, vomit dripping from his beard.

Wren wipes the saliva from his lips, gathering himself up.

"That was unpleasant. I saw it all. I saw it happening...the Beard..." Wren says, struggling to stand and drawing his cold iron dagger. "The Evil Beard comes for us all."

Wren moves to straddle Torgan's prone form, dagger raised.

"AHHH!" yells Torgan with a start as he jolts upright. "THE EVIL BEARD 'AS BEEN SET UPON US! WE MUST CLEANSE OURSELVES O' THE EVIL!"

He quickly scrabbles to his feet and draws his maulaxe and begins to hack off pieces of hair from his own beard. "QUICK! AID ME, ELF!"

Wren, with dagger in hand, helps rip/cut off the dwarves beard, a symbol of the oncoming evil. He drops the fur on the grounds of the chapel, hoping that the purity within will remove their taint.

When that is done, he turns to address Jorgan, Vanderhoff, and Kraygan.

"See? He understands. There is a great evil coming, in the form of a beard of fire and lightning. We should dispatch with yours as well. Tell them Torgan, tell them what you surely saw," Wren urges.

Kraygan stands gaping at Wren and Torgan's unthinkable act. When they suggest maiming the other dwarves he reaches for Gorum's Thorn. "Ye touch one hair o' me chin and I'll show ye somethin right mid-evil."

"The great an' glorious 'as shown us th' way. A troublesome beard is approaching an' we must divest ourselves o' his sign!" Torgan erupts at Wren's prodding.

"Brother, listen t' me prophecy. Shorn yerself an' join us. " The dwarf says as he moves towards his brother, drawing Brinya's Love.

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Hahaha. This is great

Wren nods along with Torgan, but sheathes his dagger. The drops the remaining shreds of Torgan beard from his hand, wiping his hands off on his cloak.

"The Beard is symbol. The Beard brings fire and lightning. We should not be wearing symbols of the destruction that comes. Have you gone mad?" Wren grabs his waterskin and drinks to replenish the drool and spittle that he lost in the night.

"Sarenrae gave us both a vision of what comes. And it wears a beard like you."

"Yes, yes." remarks Torgan. "Serenrae th' Beardless Lass 'as instructed us t' purge th' world o' beards. It is yer turn, brother!" Torgan says as he pounces on Jorgan.

Grapple-One Handed: 1d20 + 8 - 4 ⇒ (13) + 8 - 4 = 17 Mwahaha... He has grappled Jorgan.

"Now, elf!" yells Torgan, eyes ablaze as he grabs his brother with one hand.

Vanderhoff eyes Wren and Torgan warily. "Tis a good thing none of our beards are made of fire and lightning then." He says, crossing his arms across his chest.

Frowning, he continues. "Maybe you took a bump to the head, eh?"

"Wait-what? No! Torg!" Jorgan struggles as his brother unexpectedly tackles him and tries to shorn his exquisitely waxed facial accessory. "What do you think you're doin'? Are you a dwarf or an elf, man! Wren's got your mind all mixed up!"

CMB: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (5) + 4 = 9

Jorgan struggles to break free but he was caught off-guard and Torgan has the upper hand. "Spirit! Spirit! What's going on? How do I stop him?!"

The candles flare up once again as the spirit rises from the conjoined flames. In a calm but commanding voice he says Calm yourselves. The madness from Varia's curse will cause you to do uncontrollable things. I implore you. Please find the rest of his accursed bones and free this fort.

The ghost hovers over Jorgan and Torgan as it's body begins to wisp away back into the candles.

"You heard him, brother! Put the blade down, I beg you!" Jorgan tries to think of something that will stop them. "I know! You can't properly shave a dwarf's beard without cursed bones, don't you know that? Can't believe ya never heard that one, every respectable dwarf knows it and that's why so many dwarves've got beards! So if you want to shave us you'll have to find those cursed bones first!"

Bluff: 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (17) - 1 = 16

"YE HEARD THE GHOST!" Kraygan bellows. Hefting his donation pail, he threatens to throw it upon Wren and Torgan if either makes a move towards another beard. "Stoo this madness NOW or ye'll get LAST NIGHT's SUPPER!"

Torgan cares not for Kraygan's threats or Jorgan's plea. He begins to cut Jorgan's beard from his face with the dagger as he implores Wren to help him. "Oi! Elf! Ye gonna help save th' world or are ye gonna stand there?" he bellows. "There're two more beards that need shavin'."

Wren shakes his head, disappointed. He wasn't about to physically grapple a dwarf now...at least not when shaving would be so much easier when they slept.

"I can't help you here, Torgan. We are right and their beards should go, but they haven't seen what we have seen...but they will. I'm sure they will," Wren says prophetically. "What we saw was the truth of what will be. They'll see...they'll see in time."

Wren turns again to address the ghost.

"Tell me again where we might...wait!! The tower!! Didn't we see a false wall there? Didn't we? What was behind that!?" Wren asks the dwarfhorde, focusing on the next thing of importance and trying to push past the evil beardsymbols in front of him.

"Right! Ye asked fer it!" Krayan hurls his bin of vomit at his crazed cousin.

Dirty Trick (heh): 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (4) + 10 = 14

Vanderhoff nods at the spirits words, then wags a finger at Torgan. "Knock it off already! Ye heard what the spirit said. Now we have a more work to be done. Your startin' to act as crazy as Ingra....." He stops, catching himself, and glancing sidelong at Umlo. "Crazy. come to yer senses!"

When Wren mentions the wall, Van glances up sharply, then snaps his fingers. "Your right! We were going to check it after it was safer. Let's go up there and see what we can find."

Wren leaves the vomit throwing, wrasslin' dwarves to their sport. Wren wants the beards shorn, but that can happen in different ways.

When they get to the wall, Wren will insist someone smash it open.

The group returns to Grenseldek's bedchamber to once again inspect the newly bricked up wall, with a 3 foot diameter hole punched through it. The cold chill once felt here no longer resides from within.

Kraygan flings vomit at Torgan, but the blonde dwarf is able to easily avoid it, letting it splatter across Jorgan's tunic.

The freshly shorn Torgan beams as they move up to Grenseldek's chamber, holding a lock of his brother's beard in one hand and Brinya's Love in the other. "No evil beard shall come fer us tonight, brother!" he says exultantly.

As they reach the room, Torgan moves to try and find any other bones in the wall.

Perception: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (9) + 11 = 20

Once in the bedroom, Van is heartened by the absence of cold emanting from the wall. He takes his hammer and begins beating on the wall.

Wren waits to see what the dwarven kind pull out of the hole in the wall.

One hand on his beard, and one eye on Wren, Kraygan lets Torgan search the hole. "Place doesn't feel the same." He mumbles, noting the absence of the chill in the air.

Vanderhoff spends several moments knocking new holes all about in the wall. Brick by brick it falls to the ground. As the dust settles he peers about finding little more than cobwebs and small insects milling about.

Kraygan kicks a few rocks around and offers a few colorful curses. "Torag's bloody beard n' Gorum's steel balls! Gods dam'd bones ain't here!" Breaking things helps him think, so he kicks at the wall a few more times before deciding what to do.

"Let's head downstairs and check the treasure room where the mannicore's were caged. If that turns up notion then maybe we start lookin for a basement. Below that."

Wren nods with Kraygan's wisdom and thoughtfulness.

"And if not there, then we try the privy again. Where I found the ring, might be there too."

Wren goes and explores as Kraygan suggests.

Returning to the room where the manticore was imprisoned it begins to cower behind Jorgan as it lets out a low whimper. Looking through the doorway the manticore once again sees the body of it's deceased mate. Lifeless eyes stare back from the creature.

Meticulously Wren begins to search through the contents of the cage. The cloth, lying rumpled on the floor seems to be a giant sized gem-encrusted silk gown.

Still lying in a pile on the floor are the crumpled letters addressing "The Storm Tyrant Volstus (Marriage proposal from earlier and List of Dowry). Wren and the dwarves spend nearly two hours searching through the room crate by crate. Unfortunately no bones are within the room. Hurling a silver horn to the floor Wren walks through the hallway back to the latrine and stares down over the edge. Climbing down he begins to sift through the sewage and filth. His heavy cloak covering his face. Once again he finds little more than piles of s%&$ and dead rats. The only skeleton below is the crumpled form of Fabian Blix's son where Wren initially found the ring.

You buffed me after the attack happened, so I would get the buff, but I passed either way. :)

Excellent point, but I reserve the right to grouse at you anyway. :)

Proposed Loot Distribution:
Goodberries (5) - One Each
Lesser Extend Metamagic Rod - Wren
Ring of Protection +1 - Vanderhoff (Bumps AC to 19)
Orc slaying arrow (1) - Wren
Gorum's Thorn (Artifact: +1 Keen Greatsword) - Kraygan
+1 Leather Armor - ?
+1 Ironwood Breastplate - Torgan (Bumps AC to 19)
(+1) Orc-Bane Arrows (x10) - Wren
+1 Flaming Scimitar - Jorgan (As he stills uses non-Masterwork)

Scrolls to Wren so he can write them in his book and Wands to?

Sure, Jorgan will take the scimitar. Although it's not an axe....

The leather armor could probably be sold. I don't think anybody will be wearing it. Too bad it's not barding, we could slap it on Hops....

Scrolls to Wren so he can write them in his book and Wands to?

Wren has no interest in the scrolls. Let's sell when after we succesfully kick the ass of Giantdom out of that fort we're about to die assaulting.

Kraygan has Wren's old bow, so I'm thinking he should probably carry 2 or 3 orc bane arrows, just in case.

Also, this curse is awful. It would not be great to take on the Fort with it. Any options for getting rid of it? Maybe at Castle Firrine?

There is a possibility :). I will post later tonight. In bed with the flu.

Also, this curse is awful. It would not be great to take on the Fort with it. Any options for getting rid of it? Maybe at Castle Firrine?

Wren can also minimize it a bit, if you're willing to accept a bit of Elfoism.

Wren is taking 7 orc banes, 3 to Kraygan.

@GM: the weekends are always slow. Take your time, rest, and get well.

@Wren: That would definitely help, but Kraygan doesn't like the idea of being a burden on his companions. Or depending on elf magic to be bad@ss. ;)

@Wren: That would definitely help, but Kraygan doesn't like the idea of being a burden on his companions.

Hasn't bothered this entire AP, why would it now? ;)

/end elfsnark

Heh.

Despite the snark, you make an interesting observation.

Update:

Soooo the computer repair place was about to replace the power jack and they called up to tell me that my motherboard was so corroded that even if they replaced the jack they couldn't guarantee that the laptop would last for more than a few more months before it completely died. Yada, yada, yada, the repairs were too expensive considering I'm getting a new one for the holidays when they go on sale so I decided not to do the repairs. Luckily my father-in-law has a spare laptop he can lend me for the next couple months until I get my new one.

Sorry for the slow posting. Laptop dying combined with the busiest semester of my career (I hope) has just really killed my ability to post the past few weeks.

It's cool. Real life comes first. :)

Good news! The loaner laptop came in the mail today! That means I will be able to post outside of work hours more easily now so my posting rate should rise back to normal. Sorry I've been pretty quiet in all of my games the past couple weeks but I'm often too busy to post from my desktop at work and posting from a phone/tablet is a pain.

Anyways, I thought Wren might share my woes in having one or two troublesome PFS PbPers who are more interested in rolling virtual dice. In one game I had to ask for a description and then again I had to warn the same problem player that I wasn't going to accept empty posts. To be fair, the others have been pretty decent in that game except for the one player who posts no more than one line of basic description now. In another game I had to make the same warning to the players but they caught on right away and everyone's post quality improved noticeably after I said something.

[kidding]settles in for a lecture from the Lord of Pain...[i][kidding

I recognize the player's name, but I don't think I've ever played alongside or GM'd for him.

Qstor!?! MIKE!?! REALLY!!?

/me sits back in shock.

Wow.

/me goes to pen angry PM.

I don't think I've ever played with him before. But then again I play with a lot of different people through PFS PbP so if I did, he didn't stand out enough for me to remember him. I try to pay attention to the good posters and remember them.

I mean, just look at the posting history for that character. It's pathetic. Nothing longer than one line and several posts with just a die roll. I've run into a few players like that and it frustrates the crap out of me.

Checking his profile, I realize now why I recognize the name. (Previously a VC and a 5 star GM). Looking at his campaign history, it looks like he hasn't been playing PbP for very long? Giving him the benefit of the doubt, maybe he is used to RL games and just needs to read through Pain's Guide(s) and some coaching? (Despite having very few inactive/past campaigns, he looks like he has jumped in headfirst @ 18 active games?)

Players acting like that is the reason I often recruit privately.

Not sure if I've played with him, but I can feel the pain of players posting single lines of text or just dice rolls for the entire scenario.

Also, who could possibly start out playing/GMing PbP into like 18 games?! [/sarcasm][/whistle]

Awesome! Hopefully that will kick some role-playing into him.

Also, hey! Look at me posting outside of work hours, eh? Pretty nice! I should start doing this more often, lol.

Heh. Good morning EF. I see your enjoying your new to you laptop.

Awesome! Congrats on the new loaner.

Hey all!

As usual, I am keeping up with GMing the new PFS scenarios but rather than open this one to the public, I thought I would offer the next one to this group first. So if you are interesting in playing The Blakros Connection, check in here!

Hey all!

As usual, I am keeping up with GMing the new PFS scenarios but rather than open this one to the public, I thought I would offer the next one to this group first. So if you are interesting in playing The Blakros Connection, check in here!

Awesome! I'll check in shortly when I get home. Actually had to do some work today.

Now, how do we talk Painlord into joining?

Jorgan Steelkeg wrote:

Hey all!

As usual, I am keeping up with GMing the new PFS scenarios but rather than open this one to the public, I thought I would offer the next one to this group first. So if you are interesting in playing The Blakros Connection, check in here!

Awesome! I'll check in shortly when I get home. Actually had to some work today.

Now, how do we talk Painlord into joining?

Do we have a spot for Crispy? Aka Tonya's hubby and his first forays into PbP?

Done. Crispy will be joining us for Blakros. I asked him to check into the Discussion thread.

I'll be there soon enough as well.

Hey all!

As usual, I am keeping up with GMing the new PFS scenarios but rather than open this one to the public, I thought I would offer the next one to this group first. So if you are interesting in playing The Blakros Connection, check in here!

I'm in. I'll check in tomorrow sometime.

I'm in. I'll check in tomorrow sometime.

I'll be in today, Chris (aka Crispy) will be in on Sunday.

Edit: He posted while I was posting here. He's a freakin' ninja, be warned.

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+1 to the loot list updater. Thank you.

I look at the loot list and it appears we don't have much to sell...just the leather armor? Anything else to sell?

Invisibility or flying things might help in our assault. Might be tough to get you dwarves to climb a freakin' wall, huh?

Doubt we'll have enough time to set up a winch and pulley system to get Vanderhoff over. /end elfsnark

Chris already checked in. :D

Updated the loot list and still need some guidance on how much the cudgel and crown are worth.

If we sell the leather armor and the wands, then we got about 2500 GP to spend.

Thanks for working on the Loot List.

I don't know if Wren has a plan for the Flaming Sphere wand (it could be useful in a Fort to clog up hallways or create diversions), but I think we should probably sell the Greater Magic Fang wand.

I don't know if Wren has a plan for the Flaming Sphere wand (it could be useful in a Fort to clog up hallways or create diversions), but I think we should probably sell the Greater Magic Fang wand.

No plans for the Flaming Sphere. Have enough bloody flamin' dwarves around here already.

I was looking back through our recent posts for the whole riverboat trip and I think we have some things that are unaccounted for.

From Melira:
Mithral Chain Shirt 

Mwk Short Sword

From the orcs at the waystation:
3 suits Studded leather
3 Falchions

From the river drake:
Mwk Heavy Pick

From older loot, I'm convinced we should sell the mwk cold iron falchion. We had a big encounter where we could have used it, but didn't. It's more valuable as potions or another weapon.

We also have Wren's old mwk darkwood composite longbow to sell.

Yup updating now.

Thanks Torgan I have been slacking :)

Alright. Loot List should all be updated. It looks like 460 gp (92 ea) needs to be added to the gold portion of the spreadsheet. Not quite sure where I need to input that and don't want to jack up a formula lol.

Thanks again for jumping on that Torgan :)

The crown is worth 250 gp
The cudgel is worth 150 gp

The crown is worth 250 gp

The cudgel is worth 150 gp

Oooh!!

Let's also sell the wand of cat's grace (6 charges).

And remember that we have a wand of invisibility with 4 charges on it.

I made a list of all the items I think we should sell off from the loot list. I've priced all equipment at the standard 50%, but calculated gems and art objects at full.

Mwk cold iron falchion 225
+1 leather armor 580
Mwk heavy pick 154
Mithril shirt 550
Mwk shortsword 155
Studded leather x4 50
Falchion x5 187.5
Javelin x8 4
Spiked gauntlet x4 10
Mwk chain shirt 100
Wand of flaming sphere 405
Wand of greater magic fang 1350
Bloodstone 50
Gem-encrusted Cudgel 150
Ironwood crown with a stylized thorn motif 250
-Subtotal: 4,220.5

Personal request: I didn't list the wand of cat's grace - I think we should keep it. If we get into a ranged fight (or need to jump a 2 foot gap) it could prove very useful on the dexterity-challenged dwarves.

Also, Kraygan will pass the helm for donations for Torag.

Thanks Kraygan!

+500 gp to Torag (100 from each of us) for fixing Kraygan.
+250 gp to Torag (50 from each of us) for fixing Ingahild
+250 gp more if Torag will keep Ingahild on retainer/work

That's about half our monies (after sales), but consider it good value for what we're giving up: curses, insanity, and superfluous dwarves.

I've sold off loot, made donations, and dispersed gold to everyone on the loot sheet.

Kraygan is planning on buying a masterwork composite longbow (+4 str), cold iron arrows, some ale, and perhaps a couple more cure light wounds potions.

Kraygan had Wren's old mwk darkwood composite longbow, but I've put it in Wren's shopping column as a potential SELL item, which could give him an additional 215gp.

I think we're still good for healing wands, but does anyone have any suggestions for items the group might want to invest in?

Vanderhoff probably won't make any purchases. Saving toward enchanting his hammer. If there are potions or scrolls deemed needed, I'm happy to purchase some.

As I noted earlier, the dwarves might need to scale walls or the like. If you need something to prepare for such, please make it so.

It's possible too to see if anyone at our current fort has ever been to our intended destination. That might help us prep.

I'm fine with the sales.

@Vanderhoff: do you want to enchant your hammer yourself or just buy an enchanted one? If we pool our gold we could afford one for you.

Regarding climbing: we have ropes and grapple, but maybe we should buy a potion or scroll (or both) of spider climb and levitate?

It also occurs to me that Jorgan can cast spider climb already if he prepares it.

Fine.

Based on Wren's recommendation, Van will purchase:

potion of spider climb 300 gp
elixir of tumbling 250 gp
scroll of align weapon 150 gp
scroll of sound burst 150 gp
scroll of lesser restoration x2 300 gp

Total:

300 + 250 + 150 + 150 + 300 = 1150

Edit: @ Kraygan: Hadn't thought about enchanting myself, though Van can use scared weapon to make his weapon +1, so will hold off for the time being.

@Vanderhoff: we have 3 scrolls of lesser restoration already. I suggest you hold off on more and save the gold.

Wren will buy a scroll of fly and will pay scribing costs. Costs to come tonight.

@Vanderhoff: we have 3 scrolls of lesser restoration already. I suggest you hold off on more and save the gold.

Sounds like a plan.

Wren. wrote:

Lets go, you beardbearers. Approve our sales, donations, etc. in the OOC and let's move on.

What!?!? Wren was the one who initiated this line of questioning about Ingrahild, the Vault, and the hags! Now that all the dwarves have jumped on board, your ready to move on? Sheesh! Make up your mind. Your as bad as my wife Ingrahild before being cured!

Oh for the love of beardtrimmers and the order they bring to hipsters all!

I posted the above in the OOC on Sunday, about how much to tip Torag and I didn't hear a peep for or against. It was like all y'all dwarves where doing the dinosaur-armed reach for your coin purse when the bill was laid down on the table. Still no one has agreed or disagreed on it.

Also, note, that the purchases came after I posted that bump...

/me grumbles to himself

Actually, I accounted for the 750gp you suggested be offered to Torag, and allocated 250gp to Ingrahild (for the Knights to use on her behalf or for her directly to help her get home). I didn't note it here, but it is noted on the loot sheet. Party dispersement came after those deductions.

Well, I did actually think I had posted that I was fine with the disbersements, but after going over the transcript, it appears I only mentioned not buying anything.

But quit trying to change the subject! I'm on to your passive aggressive elf-y ways! I mention you honing in on story inconsistencies and you talk about nobody speaking up about money. You are like a wife incarnate! Misdirection to win!

Storms off to pour himself a bourbon, light a fire in the firepit, and hang out with the dogs....

Lol. Trouble in paradise?

I hope I used the loot spreadsheet correctly. I just traded in my hide armor for masterwork and picked up potions/oils of fly and daylight.

I will have to catch up on the gameplay later; I've been neglecting my GM duties in my own games today so I need to take care of that first.