Kingmaker: The Lordless Lands (Inactive)

Game Master P33J

Kern Therensgard wrote:

Perception: 1d20+0

Sense Motive: 1d20+0

'may' be granted, dammit. May. I am getting tired of these blanket declarations of mercy.

Bluff. Kern. Bluff. Don't misunderstand. I'm afraid if I say 'may' those bandits will fill us up with arrows.

...and if you don't say 'may', you commit all of us to a choice of upholding our word or breaking it

Perception: 1d20 + 0 ⇒ (15) + 0 = 15
Sense Motive 1d20 + 0 ⇒ (19) + 0 = 19

Kern opens his eyes, finding himself flat on the ground, Lucky shot...best hope his luck has run out

Kern stands, and casts Enlarge.

Perception: 1d20 ⇒ 6
Sense Motive: 1d20 ⇒ 12

Kyra curses as the arrows whiz by her. She could have also sworn that at least a couple bounced off; she couldn't tell, due to the head ot the battle.

"Brok! Fren! Could you come up here and join the fight?" she shouts.

These arrows are annoying, but I need to deal with this guy on the bridge first...

She grunts as the sword bounces off her shield and the guy steps back. She follows, stepping forward, and shifts her stance, focusing more on defense right now. She's fighting defensively. Then she swings at the guy again, though keeping her mind more on keeping herself alive than on hitting him.

Attack: 1d20 + 5 - 4 ⇒ (2) + 5 - 4 = 3

And this guy is going to die of old age before she hits him :P

GM Note. Kyra's AC is now 23.

Thank the gods these guys aren't that threatening, I might actually come out of this alive! DM, which one of those is the fleeing bandits?

I've already ran him off the screen, you'll have a chance to track him if you want.

Ah, thought he might have been that guy in the southeast. Alright, sounds good. Which way did he run?

Darvan sidesteps the blow, moving to break their flank as he takes out his greatsword and slashes at the man.

Attack: 1d20 + 5 - 1 - 4 ⇒ (6) + 5 - 1 - 4 = 6
Damage: 2d6 + 6 + 2 ⇒ (4, 6) + 6 + 2 = 18

Stepping 5ft to the east, drawing as a move action, attacking as a standard. Still fighting defensively.

Perception 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (1) + 8 = 9
Sense Motive 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (18) + 1 = 19

Was hoping the bluff would work. Brok has a soft spot for bandits being a former one himself. Though I understand Kern's concerns. Got to ask though. Why enlarge? It's a full round action to cast isn't it?

Seeing the bandits not listening and Kyra bellowing for him to join the fight. Brok moves up to fire on the Archer in (k3).
Brok fires off a shot.
Longbow Shot 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (20) + 2 = 221d8 ⇒ 2
Longbow Shot, Confirm Crit 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (10) + 2 = 122d8 ⇒ (3, 3) = 6

Well, sod...in all the time I've played, I never noticed that. So scratch the Enlarge, Kern doesn't have time to case it after getting up. Instead....

Kern opens his eyes, finding himself flat on the ground, Lucky shot...best hope his luck has run out.

Kern stands, and lashes out with a Telekinetic Fist at the bandit in front of Kyra.

TK Fist - Attack: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (20) + 2 = 22 vs. Touch AC, Damage: 1d4 ⇒ 2

Confirm Critical - Attack: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (11) + 2 = 13 vs. Touch AC, Damage: 1d4 ⇒ 1

Brok does not confirm, his target takes 2 damage, for a total of -6 thus far.

The Target before Kern takes 3 damage for a total of -3.

Round 4

The thugs continue to try and encircle Darvan, using flank to attack.

Thug 1: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (12) + 4 = 16
Thug 2: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (8) + 4 = 12

Both miss.

Thug Holding the crossing attacks Kyra.

1d20 + 2 ⇒ (13) + 2 = 15 Miss.

He continues to fall back 5 feet.

West Tower, East Tower, Thug 3 and Thug 4 all fire at a different target.

West Tower At Kern: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (10) + 4 = 14 Miss.

Thug 4 at Kyra: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (2) + 2 = 4 Miss.

East Tower At Fren: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (11) + 4 = 15 Miss.

East Ground At Brok: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (16) + 2 = 18 Hit.

1d8 ⇒ 2

Party is up.

Fren takes a shot at guy in the west tower.

1d20 + 1 ⇒ (5) + 1 = 6 Bolt goes wide. Move action reloads.

Party is up.

Perception 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (2) + 8 = 10
Sense Motive 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (19) + 8 = 27
Longbow Attack 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (15) + 2 = 171d8 ⇒ 6
Brok has Taken 2 points of damage. 10/12

Ok that hurt. Forget Mercy.

Bring his bow up, he aims carefully at the bandit and lets loose.

West Tower falls to his death.

Gah, I always forget those damned first two checks.

Perception: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (5) + 4 = 9
Sense Motive: 1d20 ⇒ 1

Darvan steps the other way in a vain attempt to keep the flank broken, chopping forward again.

Attack: 1d20 + 5 - 1 ⇒ (15) + 5 - 1 = 19
Damage: 2d6 + 6 + 2 ⇒ (4, 6) + 6 + 2 = 18

Not fighting defensively anymore.

Another bandit falls before the Company's might.

Those logs at K4... Would Kyra be able to get through the gap between them to attack the foes behind?

You can attack over them, they provide partial cover. -2 to attack rolls and no AoOs.

Perception: 1d20 ⇒ 8
Sense Motive: 1d20 ⇒ 16

I could switch to my crossbow, but with that cover I might miss, and I don't have many bolts. Plus, they're far enough away that they could escape. And if I cross over, I'll draw their fire and... hmm, idea.

She then whispers to Kern, "I'll distract them and draw their fire. Please help get the others across the bridge. Once we're inside their camp, we can move to where their cover doesn't help them much."

Attack: 1d20 + 5 - 4 ⇒ (19) + 5 - 4 = 20 She is still fighting defensively
Damage: 1d8 + 4 ⇒ (6) + 4 = 10
Intimidate: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (4) + 2 = 6

Then she crosses the bridge, moving down along the log as she heads around them to the south. She keeps her shield up towards the archers, and takes a swing at those behind the log, aiming for the one nearest to her.

"Surrender while you can! Or pray the gods will have mercy on your pathetic souls!"

The one holding the crossing goes down in a heap.

Perception: 1d20 + 0 ⇒ (20) + 0 = 20
Sense Motive: 1d20 + 0 ⇒ (6) + 0 = 6

Kern nods, Not sure how much help I'll be, but we'll see where we get.

Kern does begin casting Enlarge Person this time. If there are still people on this side of the river when he's done, he'll ground his staff on the other side of the river so that it can be used as a handhold while crossing.

(I'll hold off on enlarging the token until after the bandits go)

The bandit fighting with Darvan enraged at the death of his comrades and fearing for his life attempts one last time to down the Stalker.

Attack: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (14) + 2 = 16

The East tower fires down at the Paladin before moving down the tower as quickly as he can. Shouting as he goes: "Save yer self!"

Attack: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (17) + 4 = 21

The two archers begin backing away from the angry paladin, both fired at her before retreating.

Top: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (2) + 2 = 4
Bottom: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (9) + 2 = 11.

The arrows miss and the rout is on.

You weren't close enough to actually attack, you were still 10 feet way. I just used your Standard action to let you make your intimidate check and still let you fight defensively.

Perception: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (4) + 4 = 8
Sense Motive: 1d20 ⇒ 18

Darvan laughs, half with relief at realizing he might get out of this alive and half with joy at the fighting.

Down boy: 1d20 + 5 - 1 ⇒ (19) + 5 - 1 = 23
Damage: 2d6 + 6 + 2 ⇒ (2, 5) + 6 + 2 = 15
Confirm: 1d20 + 5 - 1 ⇒ (8) + 5 - 1 = 12
Crit Damage: 2d6 + 6 + 2 ⇒ (4, 4) + 6 + 2 = 16

He's dead.

Kira growls as one arrow bounces off her shield, the other two flying by her.

That was too close.

She moves around the log, giving chase as the bandits retreat, mentally cursing her use of heavy armor this one time.

"Bloody fools! If you would surrender and pledge yourselves to us, we won't harm you!"

Perception: 1d20 + 0 ⇒ (17) + 0 = 17
Sense Motve: 1d20 + 0 ⇒ (2) + 0 = 2

His spell complete and the bandits on the run, Kern abandons any thought of keeping to the river, hopping over it an moving to cut off escape. (Double move)

Fren fires his crossbow.
1d20 + 1 ⇒ (9) + 1 = 10 miss.

Perception 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (19) + 8 = 27
Sense Motive 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (9) + 1 = 10
Longbow Attack 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (4) + 2 = 61d8 ⇒ 1

Brok moving up decides to try again, firing at the retreating backs of the bandits which misses.

Darvan pokes at this wound, then grunts and begins searching for the escaped bandits.

Survival: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (8) + 5 = 13

Perception: 1d20 ⇒ 4
Sense Motive: 1d20 ⇒ 18

Kyra sighs as the bandits flee faster than she can pursue.

"Blast it. We'll need to track and... Ow!"

She hisses in pain as she feels the arrow strike from earlier, wincing and reaching up to pull it out. That draws a cry of pain from her, before she growls and looks towards the fleeing bandits.

"Darvan, you better still be alive."

She then looks to the others. "Shall we see if we still have a chakram-tossing leader-killer? He's pretty good at eliminating the bandit leaders, and I am not in the mood for yelling at a corpse for recklessly getting himself killed."

She smiles, just a bit, and hopes everyone else gets the joke.

Oh, right. "Yeah I'm alright. Little banged up." Darvan emerges from the woods, positively soaked in blood. "Got three of 'em, including their leader. How'd you guys do?"

Perception 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (20) + 8 = 28
Sense Motive 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (12) + 1 = 13

Brok Shrugs.
"Got just one. Kyra and Kern are hurt though, how badly I didn't see."

Leaving the others, he checks for the spoor of those who ran away.
"Better track them down so they don't give warning. I'll try tracing them, how many got away from you, Darvan? We lost 3 on our side."

Survival, Taking 10 for total of 15.

"One."

Heh, solo Drvan for the win.

Perception: 1d20 ⇒ 17
Sense Motive: 1d20 ⇒ 10

Kyra shook her head.

"We probably would have killed more if I didn't end up scaring them into fleeing. I should have grabbed the crossbow instead of approaching them on foot."

Perception: 1d20 + 0 ⇒ (12) + 0 = 12
Sense Motive: 1d20 + 0 ⇒ (9) + 0 = 9

Kern shrugs, "Getting in and among them was the fastest way to stop their arrow fire. It seems tactically sound to me."

He looks around at the camp, "Hunt down the survivors if you wish. Personally I think it's inevitable that the bandits' leader will find out we're here."

"I'll stay here and catalog the gear and deal with the bodies. That will give us someone here in case one of them is smart enought to double back to try and pick up gear or loot. Fren, I wouldn't be adverse to some additional healing, if you've some to spare."

Early Morning, Fireday, 4 Pharast, 4710
Day 4

It takes the party a few moments to find the track, but on their horses it feels as if they are gaining quickly. They ride for a good 10 fifteen minutes through the undergrowth before they come across a small clearing.

And the bodies of the four escaped bandits piled up in the clearing.

Off to the left, you spot Makon and his men digging a hole.

Makon nods as his Kobolds keep digging.

Perception 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (20) + 8 = 28
Sense Motive 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 = 4

Bringing his horse to heel, Brok gives the kobolds a salute and with the help of Kern translating.
"I see good hunting favored you. Kobolds of the Sootscale Radishes, You have proven your valor and your help much appreciated. I, Brok thank you. The Stag Men are no more."

Perception: 1d20 + 0 ⇒ (8) + 0 = 8
Sense Motive: 1d20 + 0 ⇒ (16) + 0 = 16
Spellcraft: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (1) + 8 = 9

While the others ride, Kern will first give make sure that each of the bandits in camp is clearly dead, then strip the bodies and lay them out near their campfire. Finally, he will cast a Detect Magic on the gear pile (just in case :) and catalog the gear.

Darvan smiles through the pain in his back, gently sliding off his horse and approaching their leader. "Kern, would you? Tell them they are true allies and we are not brothers in arms." He offers a firm handshake to their leader.

Perception: 1d20 ⇒ 16
Sense Motive: 1d20 ⇒ 4

Kyra salutes the kobolds, then looks to the others.

"Didn't Kern stay back at the bandit camp?"

*NOW brothers in arms. NOW haha. My bad.

Kyra salutes the kobolds, then looks to the others.

"Didn't Kern stay back at the bandit camp?"

He did...looks like you'll need to make do with gestures and pidgin Common :)

We'll make do with whatever we have then.

Makon looks at you bewildered.

"Talk slow Longshanks. Common not our tongue."

Perception 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (6) + 8 = 14
Sense Motive 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (20) + 1 = 21

Bringing his horse to heel, Brok gives the kobolds a salute and with the help of Kern translating.
"I see good hunting favored you. Kobolds of the Sootscale Radishes, You have proven your valor and your help much appreciated. I, Brok thank you. The Stag Men are no more."

Brok repeats what he said much more slowly to ensure that Makon understand.

"Stag Men are plenty South. You have many Stag to kill before words are true."

Brok Grins ruefully.
"You speak truely. This is but a step."

The Kobold nods.

He turns to his companions and barks a few orders. They continue their digging.

"Sootscales could use allies. We bring order to land. You come meet Chief?"

"Suppose it would be good to know who's in charge. I'm in if they are."

Brok shrugs but feels the should remind everyone they'll need Kern.
"We'll need Kern to translate for us. I can go get him."

Perception: 1d20 ⇒ 14
Sense Motive: 1d20 ⇒ 16

Kyra nods. "We do need Kern. I suggest waiting until he's with us."

She then smiles at Brok's suggestion. "Well, I would suggest Darvan do it, but it would be just our luck he'd get lost and end up assassinating the Stag Lord..."

She was teasing, of course.

Perception: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (2) + 4 = 6
Sense Motive: 1d20 ⇒ 11

Darvan breaks out in laughter and doubles over in pain at the same time. "Ha-oh Kyra, you're going to kill me if you keep making jokes like that." He pulls a hand away from his bloody side.