Gryphon Gold's Rise of the Runelords Campaign (Inactive)

Game Master Guy Player Man

"Good boy. Is that it, Vuvo? Are there more still?" They continue forward.

Lym chases after Lona. When this brings her face to face with the unarmed Goblin, she mutters an arcane phrase - "Sagitta, omne errore vacua, vole!" - and flicks her hand at the creature. A dart of force flies away from her hand, striking the Goblin in the chest. "Surrender or perish," the Mage says in a cold voice of doom.

Sorry for the delay, busy busy busy. Lym uses one of her six daily uses of Force Missile on the Goblin to add a bit of meaning to her threat. Automatic hit (unless the Goblin's packing Shield or similar magic) for 1d4 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2.)

Round 2

Lona draws her sword and stabs the goblin in the chest. It tries to back away, but Lym is quick enough to fire a missile at it, also hitting the goblin in the chest. The goblin falls and crumples.

Vuvo sniffs all the way to the end of the hallway, followed by Markum. Varg begins to follow them, as well. The dog turns at the corner and is met with an arrow, lodging itself into Vuvo's shoulder (3 dmg).

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Round 3.

At the end of round 2, Varg cries "Vuvo!" and uses a withdraw action to dash in front of the dog and try to see who shot it.

It might be smarter to go the OTHER way around to try to flank the archer, but Varg wouldn't see that the north and south passages connect, would he?

Lona sheathes the rapier and reloads her crossbow as she continues forward, stopping as she notices the person around the corner.

Markum steps up to see who attacked Vuvo and launches a sling bullet at them.
Sling 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (20) + 2 = 22 Damage 1d4 + 2 ⇒ (4) + 2 = 6

confirm crit 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (3) + 2 = 5 Damage 1d4 + 2 ⇒ (1) + 2 = 3

Vuvo bites at his attacker
Bite 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (13) + 3 = 16 Damage 1d6 + 3 ⇒ (2) + 3 = 5 Trip 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (17) + 3 = 20

Lym ducks down behind Lona, seeking cover behind the crates. "Luces saltantes pendantes inflammo," she whispers, flicking her hand. Four torches materialize out of nothing and fly ahead, round the corner and circle near the ceiling.

Moving up behind Lona, using the crates for as much cover as they provide, then casting Dancing Lights and using them to disrespect the elfish guy's space.

Round 3

As Lona turns around the corner, she sees a tall half-elven stranger firing at Vuvo, embedding another arrow in the dog (1 dmg). Vuvo runs up to the half-elf to take him down, but is pushed off. Markum nails the stranger in the back of the head with his sling, opening a bloody wound.

Lym tries to distract him the archer with a light show, but they don't seem to phase him, while Varg runs down the hallway to meet the new adversary.

Round 4.

Varg, you can go down either branch. You can't get between Vuvo and the half-elf since their adjacent to each other.

Okay, then Varg will use a withdraw action to approach the enemy from Lym and Lona's end, and get in melee range.

I guess Lym and Lona will be ticked off that I got in the line of their fire again.

Markum and Vuvo continue their assault

Markum
Sling 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (2) + 2 = 4 Damage 1d4 + 2 ⇒ (2) + 2 = 4

Vuvo
Bite 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (14) + 3 = 17 Damage 1d6 + 3 ⇒ (5) + 3 = 8 Trip 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (11) + 3 = 14

Lym gets up when Varg passes her and follows him around the corner, coming to a stop while the warrior engages the half-elf. "Try to take him alive!" she calls, and calls on her magic. A dart of force flies from her hand, zips around Markum and embeds itself in the half-elf.

I'm fine. ^^ Just so long as I know where the guy is and he's within range, Force Missile will hit him. Second (2nd) of six (6) daily uses of Force Missile on the half-elf: 1d4 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 1 = 5.

I would, but I did get the mother of all initiatives :)

Lona takes aim and unloads on the half-elf, even as she feels a pang of guilt from the attack.

Attack 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (2) + 5 = 7
Damage 1d8 ⇒ 7

Bolts used: 2

Round 4

The half-elf lets go of his bow with one of his hands, balling it up into a fist and backhanding Vuvo in the face, perhaps fracturing the dog's jaw (4 dmg). The dog seems momentarily stunned, but shakes it off and bites back, sinking teeth into flesh of the man's arm. Lym hits the stranger in the back with another missile. The half-elf screams out, begging, "WAIT! WAIT! I give up! Stop! Get it off me! Get the dog off!"

Markum is slow in having Vuvo to stop his attack. Once Vuvo does let go, Markum uses his magic to heal his friend
Cure Light Wounds 1d8 + 2 ⇒ (8) + 2 = 10

Vuvo
Bite 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (9) + 3 = 12 Damage 1d6 + 3 ⇒ (2) + 3 = 5 Trip 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (20) + 3 = 23

"Lie flat on the ground!" Lym shouts. "Facedown! Hands to the sides, do it!" Provided the half-elf obeys, Lym hisses to the others: "Someone tie his hands behind his back before he pulls any tricks."

Intimidate check: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (15) + 2 = 17. Lym will keep the half-elf covered, in any case.

As everyone else works to subdue the half-elf, Lona walks up to him and slaps him. "You are giving the rest of us a bad name! What's the big idea hurting the dog and giving up AFTER that? Next time, give up first, or go down fighting. Who are you? What are you doing here? For your sake, I sure hope you have a good explanation why you're here with a den of goblins." She picks up the bow and does a thorough searh of the half-elf, relieving him of all his weapons and making a mental note of any valuables he has.

Retrieving missed bolts (2). 1=destroyed. 2=retrieved.
1d2 ⇒ 1
1d2 ⇒ 2

Round 5

The half-elf tenses as Lona and Vuvo continue their attack. He deftly dodges the dog's bite, and despite being shaken by Lym's yelling, makes his attempt at escape. The half-elf shoves Lona out the way, dancing around her, then tumbles around Lym and over the crates, landing on the other side. Markum simultaneously cures his companion with magic.

Varg, you still have actions this round.

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[/b]"You've got spunk. I take back what I said about you! But, you're not getting away that easily."[b] Lona yells at the back of the offending half-elf as she moves through Lym to chase down the man, drawing her rapier and striking as she does so.

Attack 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (8) + 5 = 13
Damage 1d8 ⇒ 4

"Excuse me, good woman," Praxim says to the over-worked halfling. "I don't mean to add to your burdens, but I am seeking the heroes of the goblin raid, and was told that they had rooms here. Could you please point them out to me?"

Varg simply and unceremoniously steps up 10 feet and tries to stab the enemy.

Attack = 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (5) + 6 = 11
Damage = 1d8 + 4 ⇒ (2) + 4 = 6

Ah well. At least he can't get past me without provoking an AoO, can he?

"You surrendered, you dirtbag!" Lym yells, affronted. Another dart of force flies from her hand to impact with the treacherous half-elf.

And another (the 3rd of 6) Dart of Force to the tune of 1d4 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2 damage.

Markum gets an evil look.
"Get him Vuvo. Make him pay for hurting you."
Both of them run after the fleeing half elf, attacking him if they can.

Markum
Sling 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (9) + 2 = 11 Damage 1d4 + 2 ⇒ (2) + 2 = 4

Vuvo
Bite 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (20) + 3 = 23 Damage 1d6 + 3 ⇒ (3) + 3 = 6 Trip 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (18) + 3 = 21 add +2AB if he can charge

Lym's bolt sends the half-elf staggering. "Your dog kept attacking me!" he screams, falling down. He grabs an arrow, then hisses, "Nualia will bring me back!" The half-elf stabs himself in the neck with the arrow and he gurgles blood, slipping out of consciousness.

End of combat. Make Perception checks.

Ah well. At least he can't get past me without provoking an AoO, can he?

Yeah. He could tumble past you, and avoid provoking an AoO, with a successful check.

Markum and Vuvo search down here before going back upstairs.

Markum Perception 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (16) + 9 = 25
Vuvo Perception 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (16) + 8 = 24 w/Scent

Yeah. He could tumble past you, and avoid provoking an AoO, with a successful check.

Touché. I'm always forgetting stuff like that.

Perception = 1d20 + 0 ⇒ (19) + 0 = 19

"Well, this is a fine mess," Lym sighs as she looks down on the half-elf's body. "Better hope that Goblin is still alive and has some answers for us."

Perception check: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (15) + 3 = 18.

[bold]"Quick, is he still breathing?"[/bold] Lona checks on him while removing his weapons in case he's revived. She also looks for signets and papers and notes that may help them understand what is going on here.

Perception 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (1) + 9 = 10

He's not breathing. On his person are a composite shortbow, a silver ring, silver earrings, a potion, masterwork thieves' tools, a masterwork flute, 12 pouches filled with gold dust, 6 pouches of silver dust, a journal, 10 gold pieces, and 40 platinum pieces.

We burst in ready to kill whatever is there.

Markum
Sling 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (1) + 2 = 3 Damage 1d4 + 2 ⇒ (2) + 2 = 4

Vuvo
Bite 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (15) + 3 = 18 Damage 1d6 + 3 ⇒ (3) + 3 = 6 Trip 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (3) + 3 = 6

"Wait! Slow down!" Lona can only hope she can stop these bull-headed men in time. What if it's a prisoner on the other side? Just once, perhaps these foolhardy men could use their brains first. Lona sighs. Like that's ever going to happen.

Lona quickly opens the journal and starts to scan the entries, hoping to find clues that point to what is happening here in this place and in town.

"Wait! Slow down!" Lona can only hope she can stop these bull-headed men in time. What if it's a prisoner on the other side? Just once, perhaps these foolhardy men could use their brains first. Lona sighs. Like that's ever going to happen.

Hey, I resent that! I was just about to say much the same thing! Minus the chauvinistic comment.

"Markum, stop! We're here to help the innocent, remember!"

That said, Varg DOES still keep hold of his sword, as he chases Markum, just in case it's NOT one of the innocent.

...which might fit Lona's view of men.

Lona wrote:

"Wait! Slow down!" Lona can only hope she can stop these bull-headed men in time. What if it's a prisoner on the other side? Just once, perhaps these foolhardy men could use their brains first. Lona sighs. Like that's ever going to happen.

Hey, I resent that! I was just about to say much the same thing! Minus the chauvinistic comment.

"Markum, stop! We're here to help the innocent, remember!"

That said, Varg DOES still keep hold of his sword, as he chases Markum, just in case it's NOT one of the innocent.

...which might fit Lona's view of men.

Somewhere in the deep recesses of Lona's subconscious...she grins.

Markum busts open the door, slinging his bullet into the far wall. Vuvo runs in, attacking the first person he sees. His teeth sink into a red-haired human, who's tied, gagged, and laying on the floor, and looks as if she had been beaten to near-death. It's Ameiko, screaming through her gag as the dog tears into her, and she's now bleeding out of her bite wound, dying.

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I'll post the journal info later.

"No! No!" Varg cries out in horror. He runs over to Ameiko, bends over her, and then turns to Markum. Making an effort to keep his voice level, he says "Markum, if you have any more of that healing magic, now might be a good time to mention it."

Lona quickly stashes all the items found on the body into her backpack and the pouches, slings the bow on her shoulder and the arrows and her own crossbow on her back. She keeps the journal in her hand, and is back to reading it as the footsteps approach. She feels her heartbeat pounding hard and furious, and tries to calm herself down as she resumes scanning through the journal. Calm down, Lona, calm down. We didn't mean to kill him. We didn't even kill him. He killed himself resisting arrest.

Don't worry folks. Lona shares. We'll sort through the goodies when we have some privacy. For now, let's figure out what to do with the one dead person and one dying person here.

Edited to add: I assume he also had a quiver of arrows to go with that shortbow.

A tall golden-haired elf if shiny armour and a graceful but deadly curved blade in his hands comes dashing down the stairs and into view. He stumbles to a halt upon seeing Lona, holding his hands up in a submissive gesture. "Are you one of the heroes of the goblin raid?" he asks in a rich baritone voice.

A long lifer! Lona thinks to herself as she studies the elf. "We are indeed, here investigating strange goblin activities. Are you here to hinder or to help?" Lona responds carefully. "Varg! Markum! We've got company!" Her hand reaches for the rapier, preparing herself for the worst.

Hearing an unfamiliar voice from around the corner, Varg calls out "Good sir, we have a badly injured woman here. If you know any Cure magic, I'll know you were sent by the gods!"

Markum veritably falls over himself and Vuvo as he rushes to cast Stabilize on the prisoner. For his part, Vuvo slinks over to a corner with his tail between his legs and head hanging low.
"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I'm so so sorry. I thought you were a goblin."

"Show me," the elf says, sheathing his sword and following them into Ameiko's cell. He lays his hands on her, which begin to glow with a soft yellow light that passes into her body, healing her wounds.1d6 ⇒ 3

If that's not enough to bring her to consciousness, the elf can do two more, each for 1d6.

Lym just watches Lona go through the half-elf's possessions at first. Her head jerks up when she hears the approaching footsteps, she turns when she hears the shouting from the other room... and she freezes when she sees the elf approach.

Shoulders just a little too rigid, she backs up in a hurry to let the elf pass. "Ahem, um, yes," is all she says to his question. As soon as he's by her, she turns to Lona and whispers in a mournful tone: "This has been a very odd day."

The tall elf eventually brings Ameiko back to consciousness.

"Thank Aroden!" He turns to Praxim. (Surely a manly man like Varg wouldn't cry. That must be sweat at the corners of his eyes.) "And thank YOU, sir. Varg Proudheart, and you may forever consider me at your service."

Before Praxim even has a chance to introduce himself, Varg turns back to Ameiko. "Ameiko, it's all right now. We're friends. We've come to help. How do you feel?"

The elf returns a firm handshake. "Praxim, servant of Old Deadeye. The good Sheriff Hemlock asked me to join with the heroes of the goblin raid and offer my assistance, which I was honoured to do."

He looks down at Ameiko and helps her gently to her feet. "And you must be Ameiko. The teary-eyed hobbit lady working your common room will be relieved to see you looking so alive and well."

"There's quite a crowd upstairs, wondering why the heroes of Sandpoint took it upon themselves to break into this factory. I see you found more goblins hiding here. Good show!"

Lym straightens her shoulders when she hears Praxim's words. She edges over to Lona and nudges her. "We need to grab that Goblin," she whispers to her, "and stuff him in a sack or something. We'll never be able to get him... her... whatever out of here alive for questioning, otherwise, if there's that much of a crowd."

Lona nods at Lym and gestures for her to follow as she heads back up to the room where they left the tied and gagged goblin. Once there, she waits for Lym to join her before deciding on the fate of the bound goblin.

Lym follows Lona at once, looking over her shoulder nervously until they get to the actual chamber. "Let's see whether he... she... whichever, is still breathing," she whispers. "Um. I, uh... Um. This is going to come out all wrong, but... I, uh, regret deeply that the other... half-elf... died." The Wizard coughs uncomfortably. "I am unsure whether there is a tribal link or somesuch among half-elves...?" Her voice trails off.

Lym rallies by the time they enter the room where the group left the tied Goblin, however. "Well. I will offer my cloak if we can find nothing else to wrap our prisoner up in. We should try our hardest to get information from him... her... whichever. The ah, other source being unavailable now." She coughs again.