Nightflier's Midnight Game Thread

Game Master nightflier

After the long day, you retire to your rooms. You fall asleep, overcome by the strange sense of peace and well-being, such as you've never felt in the lands threatened by the Dark God.

What passes for morning in this strange city comes and you join your friends downstairs, for breakfast.

You enjoy the abundance of food and strange drink, but some time after you start with the breakfast, a party of black-skinned elves enters the common room. They look at you, and than at the innkeeper.

Unsure what these elves are saying, Sky simply stares at them impassively.

"Duncan, what are they saying ?

Gilian looks at the newcomers, trying to figure out their intentions.

Sense motive 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (6) + 13 = 19

"They want to know what we're doing here"

Crunk fills in Tenebral Vryce on the rest of what he knows overnight and eventually makes his way down for breakfast. When the elves begin speaking, Crunk looks at them with a dumb expression.

Black-skinned elves, will the wonders never cease? I wonder what they are?
Knowledge (Lore) 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (13) + 5 = 18
Knowledge (Shadow) 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (1) + 5 = 6

They are obviously Shadar, elven-like majority race of the Gloomnight.

"Do we know what we're doing here? Tell 'em we were following an apple."

"Do we know what we're doing here? Tell 'em we were following an apple."

Gilian picks up a piece of bread to throw at Muni. "Shut up and eat. Tell them we're looking for one of us that looks like Solvi."

Solvistania is quiet and somber this morning and she says little, instead preferring to concentrate on eating her meal. Nothing escapes her gaze while she watches the unusual elves walk into the inn. As Gilian mentions her name she draws her hood back, allowing the elves to see a glimpse of her snow white hair and blood-red eyes.

Crunk hooks his thumb to point as Solvi as she pulls back her hood.

nightflier, how many of them are there and do they look threatening and what kind of weapons do they carry?

Sorok mutters in an annoyance under his breath before taking a long draw from his mug.
Shadar:

He then looks down at his drink and speaks in Old Dwarven. A frosty, neutral expression on his face.
"As far as I can figure, there's some sorta politics goin on 'ere. Waste o' time, if ye ask me. Take care o yer words and watch fer those tryin t' pry too deep."

Ilona's eyes scan the elves, viewing their movements and actions, getting a feel for their social structure.

There are five of them. They are wearing their unusual armor, so you can not exactly determine its strengths and weaknesses. All of them are wearing two long blades, slightly curved by the looks of their scabards. They are not looking friendly.

Diplomacy 1d20 + 15 ⇒ (16) + 15 = 31

Duncan translates the words with more accuracy and, he hopes, more courtesy.

"Gentleman, we are but visitors in your city, looking for one of one of my companions' kin. As you can see, we come from the summerlands. These are Gilian, Ilona, Solvistania, Sorok, Sky'tor Muni and I am Duncan."

second dotting test

This game is live once more.

Redot

dot

goose

Is this game actually going to jump off again?

Not sure, but redotting

Okay I have to ask what is dotting and repotting mean

If you don't continue to post, you stop getting notified of new posts in the thread. The term dot comes from the dot Paizo adds next to the title of any thread that you have posted in. So basically when you see someone post dot, all they're doing is making sure that dot (and any new posts that are made) keep showing up.

Ditto dot

I"m assuming this game is somewhat Kaput.

While the curious standoff continues, the inn door suddenly opens and tall figure dressed in white robes stumbles inside, falling to the floor after couple of steps.

Solvistania's blood red eyes widen in surprise as a look of recognition flashes across her face. She turns to the healer Gilian and hisses "That is who we seek, my kin Erunthalion!"

Whoever he is, Gilian is already moving towards the stranger. With non threatening gestures, she comes to him and talks quetly in trader's tongue then in halfling. "I wish you no harm, I'm a healer, let me have a look at you."

Heal check 1d20 + 15 ⇒ (6) + 15 = 21

As you turn him on his back, you see that the person in question is in fact a tall elorg, with noble features and blood red eyes of his kind. His hair is very long, almost to his knees, and he shares resemblance with Solvistania. "What... Who are you?", he asks with weary voice. "Solvistania... is that you, little sister? What are you doing here, Youngest?"

Solvistania doesn't respond immediately as she is nearly overwhelmed with memories, long buried memories that she did not want to deal with right now. Still she knew there would need to be a reconciliation at some point. Just not now.

"I...I was looking for you...my Brother."

"Why, Sister? This is no place for you. You are still weak in Power, and this place has tasked even me." He shakes Gilian away and starts to rise. "Who are your companions?"

In the meantime, the Shadar soldiers seem to be recovering from the surprise.

When Erunthalion tries to push Gilian away, she does not resist but tries to calm him so she can work.
"As I said, I'm just a healer and I came with your sister to find you. Please, let me try something to help you feel better."

If Erunthalion seems willing, Gilian will cast lesser restoration from her heroic path to cure 1d4 ⇒ 4 ability damage if needed and to move Erunthalion from exhausted to fatigued.

In the mean time, a lump of rock starts to unfold itself into a small dog as Pebble raises, ready to defend his mistress if necessary.

Solvistania waits until Erunthalion joins her table before she responds softly, "I may be young...much younger than you by far, yet that does not obviate our need here."

Nearby, a white haired coon cat slips behind Solvistania, ears flattened and a low growl emanates from her mouth.

The entrance of the Elorg had caught him by surprise but the reaction of the Shadar hadn't.

Sorok stood from the table, grabbing his shield in the process.

Shadar leader points his saber at Sorok, and laughs with scorn.

Sorok, please check out the DT.

Solvistania waits until Erunthalion joins her table before she responds softly, "I may be young...much younger than you by far, yet that does not obviate our need here."

Nearby, a white haired coon cat slips behind Solvistania, ears flattened and a low growl emanates from her mouth.

Accepting Gilian's ministrations, Erunthalion turns his eyes towards Shadar, saying: "You will tell me of your need later, Sister. For now, blood may still be spilled. And that should be avoided at all costs at this place. Is it not so, Inkeeper?"

This is happening at the same time and parallel with Crunk's and Sorok's actions. Everyone, Perception please.

Perception1d20 + 5 ⇒ (15) + 5 = 20

Once again, Duncan calmly raises his hand, completely confident and speaks to shadar elves in their own language.

Perception 1d20 + 11 + 2 ⇒ (1) + 11 + 2 = 14

Perception 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (12) + 8 = 20

Gilian's Perception1d20 + 13 ⇒ (12) + 13 = 25
Pebble's Perception1d20 + 8 ⇒ (13) + 8 = 21

I'm assuming Chops is not part of the sequence yet.

Perception 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (17) + 11 = 28

I'm assuming Chops is not part of the sequence yet.

No, but you may descend to the common room from the 2nd floor whenever you like.

Forgot this: Diplomacy 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (16) + 13 = 29