MiniGM's Unlikely Heroes Campaign

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Male Human Wizard / 1
Quick infos:
Init +9 | Senses: Perception +1 | Saves: 3/3/3 | Concentration +9 | HP: 2/10 | AC 16/13/13

Blood spatters onto Mavis' face from the bandit's neck wound and his fury is gone in an instant. The bandit falls heavily to the ground in a heap, unable to slow his fall. The man's eyes were unfocused and open, frozen in the shock that he had felt right before he'd died.
Mavis' face turns a shade of green, and he turns away from the bandit lying face up in revulsion. Bile surges forward from his stomach, and now he's unable to keep it down. After several moments, he stands and withdraws a handkerchief to wipe his mouth before replacing it in his pocket. As he does so, he catches sight of the bandit's face again and shudders. There could have been another chance for you... I... I do not think I am the one to judge whether the life of a man should continue or not, regardless of what he's done. I'm...
I'm sorry

His curiousity piqued at the sound of a new voice, Mavis turns and sees... a talking crate. The dead bandit forgotten for the moment, Mavis trotts over to the container.
Many boxes hold something within; What secrets do you hold? Is this your natural form, or are you some foul mimic that we have had the bad luck to chance upon?


There's a chuckle, "Seriously?" A snort follows. "Jus open the damn box and hand me my cigar." The blinking eye responds. "I'm a darn captive you fool." The hoarse voice bellows.


Unnamed

:)

Silver Crusade

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M | HP 19/23| AC: 22/13/19| Fort: +6; Reflex: +3; Will: +3| Init: +3| Perception: +7| 2 Cavalier

Leaving off his search of the fallen bandits, Galen approaches the crate with interest. "What manner of thing is it? 'Sides a foul-tempered one? Does anyone know what would be in a box like this and held by bandits? A pixie?"

He approaches the box but does not open until someone else indicates its good idea.


<blink>"Yer wounds are gonna fester Sir Lancel-lot...could rot right off. Seen that before..."<blink> "...but I've got a guud tonic fer that in me bag." <blink> There's a loud cracking sound of knuckles releasing tension. "Yer all bleed'n guud. Let me out of my damn crate and I'll help." <belch>


Female Human Cleric of Desna 3 | HP 14/14 | Init +2 | Perception +5 | AC/T/FF17 12 15 | Saves +2 +3 +7 | Common, Elven, Celestial, Orc | Starknife +5 (1d4+3/x3)
Uses:
Channel energy 8/8. Bit of Luck 7/7. Agile feet 7/7.

Alex joins the group around the box. Certainly don't see that everday, she muses.

She opens the box.


M Dwarf 3 Cleric, HP 29/29, AC 18 T 11, FF 17, Int 1, P 6, F 5 R 2 W 8, CMB 5 CMD 16 (20)

The bright sunshine pierces the inside of the crate and a burly dwarf stretches his legs. "Yikes...that was tight."Grumbles the voice. "Wh..where's my cigar? Damn I need some whiskey." A ornery flaming red hair dwarf with one-ear starts to crawl out from the crate. He looks up and nods once. "Much obliged. Name's Nic but most jus' call me 'One-Ear'." He squints as his eyes adjust to the sun. "Bless'd Iomedae that sun feels guud."

Silver Crusade

M | HP 19/23| AC: 22/13/19| Fort: +6; Reflex: +3; Will: +3| Init: +3| Perception: +7| 2 Cavalier

"Nope, definitely not a pixie," says Galen with an air of feigned disappointment. "Well met, Nic. I am Galen. We've come to run off bandits, and to let you out it appears. How ever did you end up in that box?"


M Dwarf 3 Cleric, HP 29/29, AC 18 T 11, FF 17, Int 1, P 6, F 5 R 2 W 8, CMB 5 CMD 16 (20)

So quick with the how question. Exhaling harshly, <sigh>"Well, see I had made a camp and had..." his eyes look around a bit as he begins to head towards a tree stump that has a bundle on it, "...I had jus' finish'd supper and had a few mouthfuls of whiskey. Then I was clunked over my head and woke up in the box." He finished his explanation with his hands raised high. 'Ok...maybe I had and extra swallow of whiskey before I was clunked." He shrugs.


Female Human Cleric of Desna 3 | HP 14/14 | Init +2 | Perception +5 | AC/T/FF17 12 15 | Saves +2 +3 +7 | Common, Elven, Celestial, Orc | Starknife +5 (1d4+3/x3)
Uses:
Channel energy 8/8. Bit of Luck 7/7. Agile feet 7/7.

Back on day one we found a crate of supplies with wine skins. Galen offered to pick everything up and give the bounty notice to our inactive player.


Unnamed

just assume that someone else has that info

Sovereign Court

Male Human rogue 3-- HP- 15/15 (sub) 14/15 AC 15 T- 13 FF-12 Fort +0 Ref +6 Will +3

"A dwarf in a box? thats not what I expected at all. Hail One-ear. Nice to meet you. I am Thorin O'Connel founder of O'Connel's Candy Mountain treatery. Here take a sample."

He began introducing himself pulling out a sample of the sour 'orc' balls.

I never did do a conffectionary check on the sour orc balls. here is one now. Hey Mini GM whenever I create something should i consider it made by the dozens? do you want me to roll something? I have a list of the candies under my profile now, will update it as I move along and make things.

proffesion candy maker Sour orc balls: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (14) + 7 = 21


Unnamed

you can decide what a batch is and just roll for that.


M Dwarf 3 Cleric, HP 29/29, AC 18 T 11, FF 17, Int 1, P 6, F 5 R 2 W 8, CMB 5 CMD 16 (20)

The dwarf opens the front of the backpack that is laying on the tree stump, he fumbles around for a few items. He smirks as he finds a cigar stub that he quickly places in his mouth then begins to vigorously chew the end. He then pulls out a weathered dinged tin flask which he unscrews and takes a gulp. Pure pleasure. "Ohhhhhhh that's guud." He hands it to Galen, "Tonic fer your wounds."

<blink...blink> He raises his palm to the Thorin as the confectioner hands him a candy. He sniffs it, then pops it in his mouth with his cigar. Since you didn't mention out loud that it was "orc balls" he'll eat it.

"Got a lite missus." He looks at Alexandra and Luriel although he doesn't know their names yet.


M Dwarf 3 Cleric, HP 29/29, AC 18 T 11, FF 17, Int 1, P 6, F 5 R 2 W 8, CMB 5 CMD 16 (20)

"Hey, if any of these bugg'rs have a breatplate wit a giant sun on it that's mine...need that back. It's been wit my family for generations. Can't miss it really 'cause the Holiest of all the god's obviously blessed it." He grinds his cigar and swallows the orc ball; he frowns like he just ate moldy cheese.

perception: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (3) + 4 = 7

Silver Crusade

M | HP 19/23| AC: 22/13/19| Fort: +6; Reflex: +3; Will: +3| Init: +3| Perception: +7| 2 Cavalier

Galen raises an eyebrow when passed the flask of "tonic" but ultimately, he grins and takes a belt.


M Dwarf 3 Cleric, HP 29/29, AC 18 T 11, FF 17, Int 1, P 6, F 5 R 2 W 8, CMB 5 CMD 16 (20)

"Dwarven Firewhiskey...my granpappy's recipe distilled by my clan - Rockborn."

Silver Crusade

M | HP 19/23| AC: 22/13/19| Fort: +6; Reflex: +3; Will: +3| Init: +3| Perception: +7| 2 Cavalier

The pain from the firewhisky burning his insides out from within was like nothing Galen had ever experienced including the nearly fatal wound he still carried. He immediately broke out in a coughing fit, his eyes watering, and sputtering as if he'd swallowed a small rodent.

When finally able to stand upright again, the cavalier wiped his hand across his lips, trying to remove the stinging sensation and muttered just one barely comprehensible word.

"Smooth...


M Dwarf 3 Cleric, HP 29/29, AC 18 T 11, FF 17, Int 1, P 6, F 5 R 2 W 8, CMB 5 CMD 16 (20)

"Like wat'r."


Unnamed

Nic manages to find his other gear in another crate, obvioislynit had not been sorted yet

Other gear

Great axe
2 longswords
2 handaxes
2 clubs

6 heavy crossbows
55 bolts

Studded leather
6 padded armor

63 gold
127 silver

3463 copper

250 gold worth of trade goods


M Dwarf 3 Cleric, HP 29/29, AC 18 T 11, FF 17, Int 1, P 6, F 5 R 2 W 8, CMB 5 CMD 16 (20)

Nic dons his breastplate, there is a near affection aspect to how he handles that item. He smiles. "Gath'r round if you've got a wound, let the Iomedae's healin' grace warm your body." With that once folks are close by he will channel a healing surge.

heal: 1d6 ⇒ 5

"So thanks fer the help. Er...where you headin', mind if I walk wit you fer a while. You know safety in numbers and all."


Male Human Fighter 2 | HP 19/36| 19 (21 with shield raised) | Fort: +9; Ref: +7; Will: +5 | Per +7 | Spd 25 ft. |Hero Points: 2

The dwarf talked a lot - that alone was reason to give Reknar pause, and have him simply observing, while going over the collected loot from their foes - "There's a lot of good stuff here" - he mumbled to himself.

Nic "One-Ear" Rockborn wrote:

Nic dons his breastplate, there is a near affection aspect to how he handles that item. He smiles. "Gath'r round if you've got a wound, let the Iomedae's healin' grace warm your body." With that once folks are close by he will channel a healing surge.

[dice=heal]1d6

"So thanks fer the help. Er...where you headin', mind if I walk wit you fer a while. You know safety in numbers and all."

"We hunt bandits" - he begins - "And THAT was quite impressive" - he adds, when he feels the healing energy wash over him.


Female Human Cleric of Desna 3 | HP 14/14 | Init +2 | Perception +5 | AC/T/FF17 12 15 | Saves +2 +3 +7 | Common, Elven, Celestial, Orc | Starknife +5 (1d4+3/x3)
Uses:
Channel energy 8/8. Bit of Luck 7/7. Agile feet 7/7.

Alexandra smiles. Always nice to see another who values the healing arts.

She picks up a crossbow. You never know when this might come in handy. She also takes 10 of the bolts.


Unnamed

Also 5 CLW pots sorry

Silver Crusade

M | HP 19/23| AC: 22/13/19| Fort: +6; Reflex: +3; Will: +3| Init: +3| Perception: +7| 2 Cavalier

Galen feels the healing energy surge through him, and his wound binds about halfway closed Still at 8/14, but thanks!

He looks through the rest of the items, but doesn't find anything that he will use right away. Unless someone objects, he will take one of the CLW potions for future use.

"Not sure if these bandits are affiliated with those we were orginally hunting. I looked them over for any sigils but didn't see anything before being distracted."

Sovereign Court

Male Human rogue 3-- HP- 15/15 (sub) 14/15 AC 15 T- 13 FF-12 Fort +0 Ref +6 Will +3

Well I am a merchant, but its hard to make sales with bandits about so we were hunting them. Their is a reward for their heads... speaking of that.

He frowned looking a little green then looked to Galen and Reknar, they seemed the sturdy sort.

"Do you think they literally meant uh... they wanted us to take the heads for the bounty. I mean there is a big ol axe over there but i just...Lets load there stuff on my cart, it was nice meeting you One Ear"


Male Human Fighter 2 | HP 19/36| 19 (21 with shield raised) | Fort: +9; Ref: +7; Will: +5 | Per +7 | Spd 25 ft. |Hero Points: 2

"We will need a way to prove the deed is done, else this would be the best job ever" - Reknar laughs - "Didn't I see a cart around here? Maybe there is no need to chop anything off" - he looks around the camp.

MiniGM, is there a cart or wagon, since they have trade goods?

From the loot pile, he also retrieves a healing pot for himself, then turns to Galen and frowns - "I should be scolding you for breaking rank earlier" - standing there with his arms crossed over his chest, apparently appraising his companion - "Your heart seems to be in the right place, I'll give you that. But that move endangered yourself and the rest of the compan... Err.. Group"

He moves a little closer, laying a hand on the Cavalier's shoulder - "Still, you're one of us, and I don't want you walking around wounded if I can avoid it. You remind me of a lad I knew" - and a soft silvery glow spreads from it, healing Galen further.

CLW Galen: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (5) + 1 = 6

"Was a good kid that one, right until the end" - he mumbles to himself, moving back away to tend to the bandit corpses, packing them neatly together, and counting the total tally.

Guys and MiniGM, I've created a crude 'Total Loot' list under my alias, so we can keep track of what we have, and who has what. Hope that is ok?


M Dwarf 3 Cleric, HP 29/29, AC 18 T 11, FF 17, Int 1, P 6, F 5 R 2 W 8, CMB 5 CMD 16 (20)

Nic ties up his gear, double and triple checking that everything is there, but he is careful to listen to the group's conversations. Taking mental notes. So this orc seems to be th' lead'r, he appears level head'd though. Sir Lancel-lot will put 'imself in danger first. He smirks and nods to himself approvingly. I hope the candymak'r doesn't make the meals. I might 've to volunteer to do that. Instinctively he smacks his lips. Otherwise a guud group.

Once everything is secure on his person, he goes over and gives Reknar a hand lifting the dead into the car. "I'll walk wit you a bit, I'm not a'fraid to work."


Male Human Fighter 2 | HP 19/36| 19 (21 with shield raised) | Fort: +9; Ref: +7; Will: +5 | Per +7 | Spd 25 ft. |Hero Points: 2

"Thank you" - Reknar nods at Nic's assistance - "You are welcome to join, at least from my part. After that healing display back there, in mybook you're a useful addition to our little posse" - he throws another corpse in the cart - "Though eventually you'll need to detail a tad more what you were doing around these parts when you got caught" - he shrugs - "Instead of only the 'making a camp and drinking' explanation"

MiniGM apologies for asking, since it has probably been written before - how many bandits are there in total? And also, what time of year is it? Reknar is pondering how long before the corpses start to smell...


Female Human Cleric of Desna 3 | HP 14/14 | Init +2 | Perception +5 | AC/T/FF17 12 15 | Saves +2 +3 +7 | Common, Elven, Celestial, Orc | Starknife +5 (1d4+3/x3)
Uses:
Channel energy 8/8. Bit of Luck 7/7. Agile feet 7/7.

Are we doing xp?

Alex gathers up the trade goods. Any descriptions on them?


Male Human Wizard / 1
Quick infos:
Init +9 | Senses: Perception +1 | Saves: 3/3/3 | Concentration +9 | HP: 2/10 | AC 16/13/13

Mavis sits down on a log. Oblivious to the people running about around himself, he looks down at his hands and a single tear leaks out. He wipes it away (hopefully)before anyone sees.
stealth: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (16) + 3 = 19


Unnamed

I will track XP and let you know when you level. no worry there

Looking around you find bits of what was a cart in the fire. You are able to surmise that they this group probably is part of a larger group, and they probably do collections every so often...or these were just stupid and lazy and they burned the cart they had taken

what about the unconscious tied up fella?

The crates are listed as going to Fritz's General store, back where you came from

Silver Crusade

M | HP 19/23| AC: 22/13/19| Fort: +6; Reflex: +3; Will: +3| Init: +3| Perception: +7| 2 Cavalier

Galen accepts the healing (and the rebuke) from the half-orc with a nod and a grim countenance. He was obviously just a bit too anxious to prove himself, and will learn to work with a group just a bit better.

"These goods seem to belong back in town. I can ride back for a wagon should you think it appropriate to return them?" he indicates where his mount is tied up near the road with an tip of his head.

"We could also haul the prisoner and the fallen bandits back that way, if that seems wise?"

Galen is full HP now. Thanks!


M Dwarf 3 Cleric, HP 29/29, AC 18 T 11, FF 17, Int 1, P 6, F 5 R 2 W 8, CMB 5 CMD 16 (20)

"Well...I know I didn't actually participate in the rescue battle, but..." He looks at each person. "If you aren't using one of those long swords my god does favor it. I could use a little h'elp wit it though, some trainin'." He shrugs as he looks a Galen and Reknar.

He then looks over to Alexandra. "Yer god is a guud one...mine favors her...though you may be a bit too carefree in yer actions, she has a guud movtive...I mean no disprespect but I sort of favor more order over the carefree." He stumbles over his words a bit then continues. 'But Desna and Iomedae wouldn't mind a few coin for tithe to help others...you know to keep the guud healing flowing." He rocks on his feet.


Female Human Cleric of Desna 3 | HP 14/14 | Init +2 | Perception +5 | AC/T/FF17 12 15 | Saves +2 +3 +7 | Common, Elven, Celestial, Orc | Starknife +5 (1d4+3/x3)
Uses:
Channel energy 8/8. Bit of Luck 7/7. Agile feet 7/7.

Alexandra blinks at the Dwarf's words. Anything to please the gods.


M Dwarf 3 Cleric, HP 29/29, AC 18 T 11, FF 17, Int 1, P 6, F 5 R 2 W 8, CMB 5 CMD 16 (20)
Alexandra Beatrix wrote:
Alexandra blinks at the Dwarf's words. Anything to please the gods.

"She's a guud chap." He smacks Alexandra on the back. "You probably got the second best one, you know?" He offers cheerily. "Care for a cigar or belt of whiskey." He pulls out a new cigar for the cleric along with his flask. Offering each.

His bushy eye brows raise, "Perhaps, we can chat 'bout the philosophies and cannon t'night round the fire." He gets serious for a moment and whispers "Hope the candy mak'r isn't the cookie, if you git my meaning."

Sovereign Court

Male Human rogue 3-- HP- 15/15 (sub) 14/15 AC 15 T- 13 FF-12 Fort +0 Ref +6 Will +3

"I'll make space on the cart for the other crates and things, but i dont want to drag dead bodies near my materials...perhaps a few of your stouter folk could uh... bag the heads so to speak? we could hang them on the outside of the cart away from the goods."

He began looking a bit pale. After a moment though he called out to Mavis.

" That sure was some mighty magic summoning demons and the like from thin air...but uh.. a little warning would have been nice."

He added.


Unnamed

Want to wake up the bandit and interrogate or keep him out cold?


Female Human Cleric of Desna 3 | HP 14/14 | Init +2 | Perception +5 | AC/T/FF17 12 15 | Saves +2 +3 +7 | Common, Elven, Celestial, Orc | Starknife +5 (1d4+3/x3)
Uses:
Channel energy 8/8. Bit of Luck 7/7. Agile feet 7/7.

Maybe he knows something Alexandra says, motioning to the unconcious bandit. He was healed by the channel energy. If necessary she will use stabilize to stop bleeding.


Unnamed

No bleeding he was magiced asleep


M Dwarf 3 Cleric, HP 29/29, AC 18 T 11, FF 17, Int 1, P 6, F 5 R 2 W 8, CMB 5 CMD 16 (20)

The tied up bandit wounds would knit and the bleeding stop given the healing channel.

Everyone seems well enough so Nic goes and plops done near the bandit. He reaches over and strikes his tinder off the man's buckle. He slowly lights his cigar and takes a deep draw. Eventually, a purple-grey double smoke ring billows out of his mouth, it moves slowly and encompasses the bandit. <kick...kick> As dirt flings into the man's face. "Git up, 'nough sleep, time to talk." He frown. "Need t'know why you ambushed me? What were yer intentions."


M Dwarf 3 Cleric, HP 29/29, AC 18 T 11, FF 17, Int 1, P 6, F 5 R 2 W 8, CMB 5 CMD 16 (20)

<kicks> More dirt flies into the bandits face. "Did you bite off yer tongue? Speak."


Unnamed

The bandit shakes his head clearing dirt from his eyes

What are you talking about? You stumbled drunk into our camp and tried to eat dinner!


M Dwarf 3 Cleric, HP 29/29, AC 18 T 11, FF 17, Int 1, P 6, F 5 R 2 W 8, CMB 5 CMD 16 (20)

The dwarf glances over each shoulder to check out who heard the response. "Rubbage. You all clunked me and stuff'd me in a box." Bluish grey smoke seeps out of his mouth. "Where'd you git this stuff...who'd you rob?" Nic blinks a few times. "I 'ate lawbreakers."


Male Human Fighter 2 | HP 19/36| 19 (21 with shield raised) | Fort: +9; Ref: +7; Will: +5 | Per +7 | Spd 25 ft. |Hero Points: 2

Reknar stands there, arms across his chest, hands still caked in dried blood from hauling the corpses - he remains grim, but there seems to be just the slightest of hint of a smile crossing his face as he hears the answer from the captive.

Shaking it off, he steps forward - "The thing is quite simple actually - we are bringing you in anyway. We can either say you cooperated, or that yo didn't want to cooperate - I'm sure the sheriff and the good folks in town will be understanding either way" - he shrugs.

Intimidate?: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (8) + 9 = 17

"How's it going to be?" - he adds, looming in closer.


Unnamed

I just do what I'm told. I'm not the brains! He squeals


M Dwarf 3 Cleric, HP 29/29, AC 18 T 11, FF 17, Int 1, P 6, F 5 R 2 W 8, CMB 5 CMD 16 (20)

"Clearly." The gruff dwarf mocks in response to the bandit.

"Well, you were head'n somewhere you're gonna take us there to meet yer friends. Time to put an end to their skullduggery." He looks over to Reknar. "That guud fer you? Break-up and bring justice t'em all?" He shrugs, then adds calmly "Or we could chop off his right hand, if you want instant justice." He chews the end of his cigar.


Female Human Cleric of Desna 3 | HP 14/14 | Init +2 | Perception +5 | AC/T/FF17 12 15 | Saves +2 +3 +7 | Common, Elven, Celestial, Orc | Starknife +5 (1d4+3/x3)
Uses:
Channel energy 8/8. Bit of Luck 7/7. Agile feet 7/7.

I'm all for instant justice Alex declares.


Unnamed

The bandit pales and begins to weep silently

please...


M Dwarf 3 Cleric, HP 29/29, AC 18 T 11, FF 17, Int 1, P 6, F 5 R 2 W 8, CMB 5 CMD 16 (20)

"Anyone 'ave an ax?" He asks generally. "O'course I could bash it a few times wit this." A Morningstar appears in his hands. "A few whacks and the hand'll come off..." He smirks. "...eventually."

"You sure you know nuthin'?"

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