Lords of the Stolen Lands - A Black Fang PBP

Game Master Justin Sluder

One the night of 23 Calistril, 4707 AR you gather in the townhouse of a retired Swordlord turned farmer named Rorr. In addition to the eight of you, there is Lord Mayor of Restov Ioseph Sellemius, High Priest Ezvanki Keegh, and another man eventually introduced as Xenos Tobler, a merchant.

There is simple, yet delicious food fixed by Rorr and his family, and drink. After the meal is cleared from the table, Sellemius opens a pouch, and hands each of you a scroll. Before any of you can open your scroll, the Lord Mayor says, "You have all been brought here for various reasons, some because you heard rumor through your families, others caught the attention of myself or one of the Swordlords. Regardless, you have all distinguished yourselves in one way or another. If you wish to leave a legacy to last the ages, open your scrolls and accept the job. Otherwise, toss them in the fire, leave, and never speak of this night to a soul." He finishes with steel in his voice and the promise of death in his eyes. His hand rests casually on the pommel of his exquisite blade.

Once you have all read your scroll, Sellemius pulls out a larger scroll. He unrolls it to reveal a larger, much fancier version of what you have all received. "Those of you accepting the job, please sign your name."

Feel free to talk amongst yourselves and ask them questions.

Hyglak glances over the scroll as the Lord Mayor speaks, having almost opened it already. When the Lord Mayor finishes, Hyglak gingerly opens the seal and reads the contents. As he reads a number of emotions play over his face, puzzlement, bemusement, and what might be described as faith.

Half under his breath he voices his thoughts, "My, my, what have you gotten me into Cob?" Hyglak's eyes drift to Connel, "Or should I say us, cousin?"

Taking the scroll, Helgash peruses the document carefully with a stern look on his face. He then rolls it back and tucks it away in one of his belt pouches, seemingly lost in his own thoughts.

First observing the other occupants of the room, and then turning to the mayor, he questions: Lord Sellemius, it is an honor to be granted such a writ by the Swordlords of Restov. I would ask you though what are the expectations placed upon us in more detail. Are we expected to scour the countryside within the defined areas in search of I'll-doers, or simply dole out justice if we happen to find them? On the other hand, what exactly is meant by 'exploration' - Are we to map the geographical contours of the region? Would an account of friendly or monstrous presence in the region be useful?

And last, but not least, are there charts available for the region?

Annik had already unfurled and signed her scroll by the time the Lord Mayor finished talking. Haste was in order and she'd prefer to leave yesterday.

When the tainted one spoke she snorted and rolled her eyes. Idiotic, dimwitted hellspawn.

At least, I assume your looks betray you.

Korren leans forward to take his scroll, the chair creaking slightly under him. When Lorn Mayor Sellemius finishes speaking, Korren breaks the seal and reads the scroll. His face reflects surprise at a rumor confirmed as well as a sense of eagerness. He leans forward again to sign the larger scroll only a beat behind Annik. As he signs he says softly, By Torag's might and wisdom, the lawlessness of this area shall be expunged.

They do indeed - fiery orange blond hair, a skin that gives off a somwhat orange tint as if he was on fire under it, and deep black bluish eyes that flare to red every once in a while if Helgash is upset :D

Lord Sellemius frowns a little at the unspoken reaction to Helgash's questions. "Miss Birger, I encourage you to look beyond the cover and peruse the inner workings of one such as Helgash." He smiles and then proceeds to answer the paladin's questions. "The Greenbelt has more than its fair share of folk who live outside the bounds of justice. I'm certain you and your companions will find no lack of those in need of a little correcting. As for the exploration side of your task, there are no reliable charts, so that is part of your task. Map the area, including the locations of precious resources, any indigenous people, hazards, and whatever else you all think is worth noting. Aside from all that, your time is yours. Do with it what you will."

Exploration you say? Of the Greenbelt? Sounds interesting. I'm assuming these are uncharted lands if your chartering exploration. Bandit activity a problem through that region? One must assume. I will gladly explore the lands for you. I'm always seeking more knowledge. Baelin stands and signs his name on the large charter.

What would be our payment for such an exploration. Seems this could take many months if not longer.

Baelin sits back in his chair and pulls out his flute playing softly.

Ninja DM

So the only know landmark in the area is this trading post?

Sellemius says, "The trading post is an old border fort from a failed attempt to annex the Stolen Lands. Oleg Leveton and his wife Svetlana requested and received a charter some months ago to repair it and turn it into a trading post for those traveling in the area. There are many hunters and trappers, meaning a trading post there is actually a rather good idea. I haven't had time to visit and see how the repairs are going, but I haven't heard anything leading me to believe they're having troubles."

Xenos pipes up, "I've been there a few times now. Oleg's doing a decent job of fixing the place up, though he could use a few strong backs to help out with a place of that size. As for what else is in the Stolen Lands, I ain't got a clue. I spend most of my time on the road, traveling from place to place providing folk with what they need, mostly."

Connel also takes the scroll eagerly, and as he reads his hand reaches up to touch the key-shaped holy symbol around his neck. He replies to Hyglak in the same hushed tone. "What have we gotten into indeed, cousin? Although if I understand our purpose correctly I sense the gold-fisted hand of Abadar guiding us to this path as well."

He then sits up straight in his seat and raises his voice. "Lord Mayor, I thank you for the invitation and for this" holding up the scroll. "I would have gladly accepted this job purely for the adventure of it, but the prospect of starting the spread of civilization into these lands is too much for me to pass up. There are details to work out, as Helgash rightly points out, but I will gladly sign."

Making an effort not to look around to see if his new companions are following him into the abyss, Connel takes the quill and signs with a flourish.

Sense Motive (untrained) 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (2) + 4 = 6 too busy being eager to sign, I guess

1d20 + 8 ⇒ (12) + 8 = 20
nailed it :)

Mostly you say? One would assume that in all that travel and talking to people surely you have more info than your choosing to share with us hmmm?

Helgash seems to take notice of Annik's reaction, as he raises an eybrow and there is a flicker and a hint of red in his eyes, but he does not pursue it any further.

With a nod at Lord Selemius, he adds simply - Understood, we can work out the specifics amongst us - as he motions forward, signing his name on the official document and returning to his place at the corner of the room, where his massive hammer leans against one of the walls.

Sense Motive: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (15) + 3 = 18

Annik snorts again at the Lord's comment, "I can't say I really care who or what he is at the moment. I simply want to get going and his questions are holding us up."

Sense Motive 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (7) + 2 = 9

Annik isn't quite natural looking either. Both her hair and eyes are purest white and her eyes lack pupils. Her skin is a pale blue that might be mistaken for white if one doesn't pay attention. She dresses in simply gown but carries a swordlord's blade on her belt.

This time, turning purposefully to Annik, the tiefling comments calmly - Well, unlike you, I do care about who and what you are, seeing as we are about to embark on this endeavour together it seems. I do not care however for rushing blindly ahead before a path is set - HOWEVER you are free to step outside and wait while the boring matters at hand are being addressed?

"Unlike you I'm not here for glory or riches, I'm here in order to find my father. He's out there, no one has heard of for over a month. No one does anything other than obstruct the attempts of my sister and me to find him and this here finally offers me a chance to find him. So you see, time is a commodity I do NOT have." Her voice was angered but the only thing in her face that betrayed it was a slight squinting of the eyes. "All I want now is to find him, talking can be done after."

Sense Motive: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (11) + 8 = 19.

Korren simply watches the byplay and waits, one hand idly caressing the barrel of the huge musket by his side.

Approaching Annik suddenly, Helgash stands very close to her, his hulking form surprisingly not menacing in the least - Do not presume you know anything about my intentions in this place - you do not know me. But I do know what it is like to lose someone close to our heart.. No, not close... Closest - His semblant becomes heavy, and his eyes flare up - I will do my best to help you find your father, as fast as we may be able to - leaning just a tad closer, he adds - BUT trust me when I say we require additional details, and I will promise you, I will ask no more than the bare essentials.

The half-demon stares at the Samsaran inquisitively.

Sense Motive 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (4) + 7 = 11

"A hasty attempt at rescue could lead to our own demise, which would likely save no one," Theodronis would say as he shook his head in agreement with the large man's logic.

Up till this point, Theodronis had stood quietly off to the side rereading the scroll presented him time and time again. This was the chance he had been waiting for. Finally he could go out to improve his skills, not just in body, but in sword as well.

With this thought in mind, Theodronis would step forward and wait patiently for the quill. Once received, he would write his name in practiced strokes before returning the quill to its inkwell and stepping back.

"I thank you for this chance to prove myself worthy to serve my country."

Just to get it out of the way, I'm mechanically a Samsaran but fluff wise I'm half a Rusalka from mother's side and some unknown addition from father's side. The father she's looking for is her adoptive father

The moment Helgash steps closer a bright blue crab crawls out of Annik's pack and onto her shoulder making very angry noises and waving it's claws at Helgash. Annik pets the crab but it doesn't quiet down, "It's ok dear, the big guy just wants to convince me he's right and considers threat of force the best way to do so." The crab quiets down and starts shuffling back to the pack, making some softer noises, "I agree, he does lack manners, but I haven't been too polite either."

She once more turns towards Helgash and smiles, "You are right, I do not know you. Have your talk but make it quick."

Thank you Annik, we shall make this quick, so we can attend to more pressing matters - he starts to move away, but stops and turns around, the flare in his eyes now gone - And believe me, this was by no means an attempt of a threat, much less one of force, you would know if that was the case - However, I would never act in such a way towards someone I barely know, and who I have no reasons to disrespect.

With a short bow, he heads back to where his hammer is, picking it up and holding it over his shoulder.

I believe time may be of the essence more than any of us expected - he nods at Annik - From my part, I have the information I require, but I believe you were addressing Mr Xenos, where you not Baelin? Apologies for my interruption.

ah you young ones are so quick to anger and harsh words. I'm sorry for you loss young miss, but we can surely help you look for your father. If he is out there we will find him. The large fellow there is just trying to plan. If we run out there we may be lost as well. And Xenos is hiding something that I would like him to share with us.

No need for apologies Helgash. I rather like your spirit. I trust it will come to serve all of us in times ahead.

"Nothing of great importance, and you'd've found out once we reached Oleg's. He's my brother-in-law, but he hates me due to the cruelties of fate." His eyes get a little misty and he lifts his left hand, showing a pair of rings on his ring finger.

Ah, I see. I am sorry for your and his loss. I didn't mean to pry into such a personal matter. I ask your forgivness. I think we can start at Olegs then and see what advice he may have for exploration of the area. Whith it being an old fort, maybe it will give us a base of operations as well. I'm sure we can help with the upkeep alittle if its suitable with him. What say the rest of you? Though there is still the question of our compisation.

Rorr speaks up. "Pay? Stop thinking about the short game boy. The short game is what gets your pawn taken before you make your first move. Play the long game. Win the game before you ever know your opponent. Yes, I know you're older than me boy, but I've seen shit that would make you want to crawl back inside your mama and cry. You'll get your pay by going out there and taking it from those who don't care about others, those who would kill you just because they like the cut of your cloths and want them for themselves. I assure you, boy, there are plenty of bastards all over Golarion, let alone the Stolen Lands." He spits on his own floor after this, then says, "Enough of this Ioseph, my debt to you is paid. Get yourselves outta my house."

Standing outside house

So I'm new to being an adventurer. I spent most of my life seeking knowledge. Am I wrong in thinking we are supposed to get something out of this? This seems like a bad way to do business, but what choice do we have. So shall we meet back to head out to the trading post in the morn?

"May Abadar guide us," Hyglak replies to Connel's invocation of the golden hand. The tiefling watches the heated exchange go back and forth quietly, like a card sharp counting the deck. He signs his name, to complete the legality, and exits into the winter air. He pulls on a pair of leather gloves that have been altered to accommodate his claws and dons a wide brimmed leather hat.

"A rather complicated group we have here."

May I suggest we go for a last drink before we all go to sleep? The... hmmm... debate with Annik left my throat dry - Helgash laughs - We could perhaps plan our path for the morning and if any additional preparations are required. If worst comes to worst, we can always use the opportunity to know each other a little better?

"Aye, the true reward will be in the long game as we tame these wilds to the benefit of all" Connel turns his head slowly to take in everyone in the room. "We all have our reasons for being here and we all have much to gain. And I too feel the call of the road and am anxious to take my first steps on it. Lord Mayor, it sounds like this outpost might be the logical place for us to start, maybe even set up a base of operations there. Any other guidance or instructions for us before we begin?"

Following the group outside, Connel nods his head at the drink suggestion "I agree, the road is more easily traveled with companions than strangers. Let's mark the beginning of our joint venture together with some drinks.....and perhaps some tales?"

I am always interested in a good story. I would be happy to have drinks with all of you.

"I'll skip on the drinks but I will join you." Annik seemed a little peeved that they wouldn't head out right away but she was tired as well and needed some rest. It was no use running yourself into the ground.

Upon hearing Rorr's demand, Theodronis would place his fist upon his breast and bow to the man in a motion of respect.

"Thank you Sir Rorr for your hospitality. I am sorry if we were a burden."

Then, if no response were to come, Theodronis would step outside to join the others with his left wrist resting upon the hilt of his sword.

Korren stands and makes the sign of the hammer, Thank you Master Korr, for your hospitality. The strength of Torag protect your home.

After walking outside, Korren stands with his musket across one shoulder and looks at his new companions. An interesting evening, wouldn't you say? You have an excellent suggestion Helgash, let us forge the beginnings of comradeship over a meal and a pint.

Heading back into Restov proper, you part ways from the Lord Mayor, and High Priest.

Xenos says, "I'm stayin' the night at the Six Moose Inn, best beef ribs in all of Restov. Who would care to join me for some of those and a few rounds? On me, of course!" He give y'all a big smile.

Hyglak smiles, "How could I turn down such generousity? I'm more than happy to join you."

And why not? Please lead the way my good man!

yes, yes indeed. And if it would not be too much to ask maybe you could share the tale of why you are in Oleg's distaste. I wouldn't want to go stepping on toes and mentioning anything out of taste. I assume you lost your wife and he blames you to some extent. Again only share what your comfortable with, but some info on Oleg either way would be appreciated.

While walking towards the Six Moose Inn, Helgash approaches Annik momentarily and in private – Annik, do you have any additional details regarding your father’s disappearance that you care to share? He pauses momentarily, but then presses on – I have been thinking about your recount, and understand that you are eager to start your search as soon as possible – since the mission we have been requested to perform sets no formal ruling on how it should be conducted, we are free to travel and map the Greenbelt at our own discretion – clues that you possess may be of importance as we set our course tomorrow morning.

Baelin: Give me a Diplomacy check to convince Xenos to say more.
The group can assist Baelin as they wish.

Theodronis would accept Xenos' offer simply with a nod of his head and a few words, "That is rather generous of you and a hardy meal would be nice before we set out."

Then, as he watched of his new partners try to question the man, he cringed at the lack of subtlety.

Connel is also eager to learn more about what the group is walking into, but senses that it is a touchy subject. "We certainly do not wish cross any boundaries Xenos. If after some of those ribs the mood strikes you to tell us more of the tale, we would certainly benefit from any insight you can offer"

Diplomacy Aid Another 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (2) + 6 = 8

Annik nods at Helgash, "All I know is that he was in the group they sent out before us. They failed miserably, disappeared from the radar. I'm not sure what they were doing at that time, but the people at the tradingpost should know more." Annik fidgeted with the blade on her belt, a blade she had been given by her father.

Korren walks quietly along with the rest listening to the conversation, though his stomach rumbles at the mention of ribs; it had been a long time since a cold breakfast on the road.

diplomacy: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (16) + 9 = 25

sorry work is crazy today I will post more once it slows down here

During the meal, Xenos relates the tale.

"We were traveling through western Ustalav, transporting some goods and helping some crusaders get to Mendev. While camping one night, a mass of around a hundred orcs came at us. Since most of us were asleep, it wasn't much of a fight. Before everyone was up and fighting, half our number was gone already, including my beloved Cora. Some nameless savage split her in two with his axe, so I killed him with my bare hands, and then took his axe to his kin. I don't know how long the battle lasted, but when it was over, the last few orcs fled, and only a half-down of our band remained. Cora is...was Oleg' older sister, and he blames me for taking her with me on that trip." By this point, tears are flowing freely and he has lost his appetite for more food or mead.

He wipes his eyes and say, "Look at me, blubbering like a baby who dropped their candied apple in a pile of manure. Please, enjoy the rest of the meal, I'm going to get to sleep. We have a long few days ahead of us, I'll make sure you're each awoken at a proper hour tomorrow." He stands and goes to speak with the innkeeper for a moment, then heads up stairs.

After is out of sight, the innkeeper comes over. "I don't know who you lot are, but be careful with him. He's as wild as the Worldwound so I've heard. But, he's paid for rooms for each of ya's, so here're your keys. Have a good night, and please don't be any trouble."

Baelin observes the story closely. He puts a hand on the man’s shoulder.

I am very sorry for your loss it sounds like you did all you could.
Baelin stands when he gets up.
Thank you for the food and drink. We will see you in the morn.

After the Innkeeper leaves the table.

He seems sincere, but a hundred orcs is quite more than bandits or a tribe. I'm not so sure his story is the truth, but I don't think we need to pry more. Maybe Oleg can shed more light. Well it has been quite a pleasure to meet and share drink with all of you. Is there anything anyone wants to discuss or know before I retire for the evening?

"We should discuss the issues of long term supplies, mounts, and our mutual capabilities. I would like to know what we may need more of." Hyglak produces a piece of chalk from a belt pouch and begins making notes in a fine hand, "I'm already mounted and can survive reasonably well from hunting and forage, my armaments are adequate, and have basic supplies for myself and my mount." He indicates his holy symbol, pinned to his chest, "I'm one of the faithful of Abadar and had acted as my brother's warden and marshal for many years. I'm decent with a sword and bow, and have a little skill with healing magic."

Connel also listens attentively to Xenos' tale. When it is done, he bows his head "May her spirit finds its place in Abadar's order"

After the innkeeper, "I agree Baelin, 100 orcs is far cry from the 'few folks living outside the bounds of justice' we were told about. I feel bad that we may have reopened old wounds, but it was certainly a tale we needed to hear from him.'

"I am also a servant of Abadar here in the city. Divine magics have been my primary area of study, both to heal and bolster my companions. I prefer the crossbow when it comes down to it" he unconsciously pats the stock of the weapon "but when the need arises I am ready to join the fray with my flail."

"I also have my own mount and basic supplies for the road, once we know how many days it will take to travel to the outpost I will simply need to acquire basic rations."