Of Kings and Commoners - Kingmaker AP

Game Master RPGGGM

Zokon takes advantage of the flashies and slugs the rmoured woman after using studied target on her

Sap: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (3) + 7 = 101d6 + 3 ⇒ (5) + 3 = 8

"Umm Scarlet if we are gonna fight we should do it next to each other?"

Tenacity 34 - 10

The Spotted Wolf

Zokon, quick point, using his fists (or the bar fight rules in general) mean he is making touch attacks and dealing 1d6+Str modifier tenacity damage to his targets.... using a sap means he is actually attacking someone with a weapon against regular old AC for nonlethal (in this case) damage, and possibly upping the lethality of the fight by changing the encounter into an actual hp/nonlethal damage fight.

It looks like I am out of the crowd here... maybe.

Basically, being inside the tavern (unless you have bowed out) counts as being in a sort of swarm stew. The individual characters and the crowd don't really do move actions (they can reach anyone they want, there's no flanking as such, participants have a limited set actions they can take), or multiple attacks or such. The map is just there for show by in large. In short, so long as Numalar has not bowed out he's in the line of fire for flying bottles, furniture, and tossed dwarves.

Tenacity: 40/43

"Huh? What you'd say, Zokon?" She yells. She keeps fighting anyone nearby her. Then she notices the fairy.

Mix it Up!(
Brawling Attack with Bloodrage!: 1d20 + 4 + 3 + 2 ⇒ (7) + 4 + 3 + 2 = 16
Brawling Damage: 1d6 + 3 + 2 ⇒ (6) + 3 + 2 = 11

"Just be careful Erevenywg, we'll be done with this soon!"

The Spotted Wolf

The cluster of fortune hunters all grab their eyes, except for the woman who Zokon seems to have annoyed by fanning her with his sap. She growls.

Outside it seems like someone tossed a garbage bag full of glitter at the window. It is followed by a gnome you don't know who comes to land at Illthir's feet in shower of glass and gold sparkles.

Round 2! (Theme ♬)
The Bold May Act!
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__ Arbalasti -3 t
__ Illthir
__ Alia
__ Serena
__ Zokon -10 t
__ Numalar -3 t
__ Scarlet -3 t
__ Angus -3 t
__ Fortune Hunters (red -10 t, orange -7 t, green -3 t, yellow -3 t)
__ Kigarou -3 t
__ Erevenywg -1 t
__ The Crowd -29 t
__ Tattooed Barkeep -3 t

Map updated

"Erp!" Illthir makes a startled sound and hops away from the flying gnome. Things like this was why she preferred to leave the venues *before* the crowd turned sour!

Ah well. She wasn't looking to join the brawl, but she had to make sure the rest were doing okay at least. She carefully stepped around the gnome and the broken glass, vigilant for more projectiles, and peered inside.

"Hey! Are you guys okay?!" She made a decent attempt at yelling over the melee and glanced back at Alia. Illthir was sure her friend *loved* stuff like this! Ahem ...

Illthir the character isn't really looking to get a bottle in her head if she can avoid it. So unless things are looking sour - or our brawlers call for backup - she is content to watch from the backlines.

Maybe she can help with a cheer? How much of the day did we spend travelling? She might have a few rounds of song left and +Con/Str will surely help a little bit at least!

"Are those our companions?" Serena asks as she arrives.

Meh I forgot about not using the sap..just use standard attacks for Zokon..

Zokon looks around for a way out.. barfights being stupid and all.

Lessah the player though wouldn't mind mixing it up a little if we need to :-)

"...Yes. Yes they are!" Illthir informs the paladin while ducking for another bottle. She spots Zokon and calls out. "Hey! Do you guys need a hand?"

Mivon Castle

"Why do you ask? Have they committed some crime? Or do you wish to do business with them?"

"I like to keep abreast of those who visit my city." the Lord Mayor says pleasantly. "There were some dwarves among the party as well were there not--Scarlet and a Mr. B. Angus Makdoon--what do you know about them?"

The Spotted Wolf

Angus slides off the bar again. "GRRR!!"

Angus climb: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (4) + 3 = 7

"You bit me!" Shouts the rakish looking half-elven master of the obvious. He tries to fend off Arbalasti with his boot but the old dwarf is tenacious.

50% miss chance: 1d100 ⇒ 5 red takes a swing @ Arbalasti: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (19) + 4 = 23 1d3 + 2 ⇒ (3) + 2 = 5 Miss

The fortune hunters swing wildly for Zokon and the mad little dwarf, but only one knee (from the woman) catches him.

50% miss chance: 1d100 ⇒ 62 green takes a swing @ Zokon: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (8) + 4 = 12 1d3 + 2 ⇒ (3) + 2 = 5 Miss

50% miss chance: 1d100 ⇒ 28 orange takes a swing @ Zokon: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (18) + 2 = 20 1d3 ⇒ 3 Miss

yellow takes a swing @ Zokon: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (20) + 5 = 25 1d6 + 2 ⇒ (1) + 2 = 3
THREAT
yellow confirm: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (6) + 5 = 11 1d6 + 2 ⇒ (5) + 2 = 7 Hit, no crit

Erevenyng looks about for somewhere safe to sit.

Erevenyng stealth (bow out): 1d20 ⇒ 19

Kigarou continues to nonchalantly batter anyone who gets to close to him.

Kigarou mixes it up: 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (12) + 14 = 26 1d10 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2

Fists, feet and bits of furniture continue to fly. crowd damage: 1d6 ⇒ 2

The barkeep finds a big heavy glass bottle without a lot of expensive booze inside. He gives it a test swing for balance.

barkeep perception: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (19) + 2 = 21

Arbalasti claws at the blinded half-elf's face.

Arbalasti takes a swing @ red: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (11) + 5 = 16 1d3 + 2 ⇒ (3) + 2 = 5

The man wails.

The Spotted Wolf

Round 3! (Theme ♬)
The Bold May Act!
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__ Arbalasti -5 t
__ Illthir
__ Alia
__ Serena
__ Zokon -15 t
__ Numalar -5 t
__ Scarlet -5 t
__ Angus -5 t
__ Fortune Hunters (red -17 t, orange -9 t, green -5 t, yellow -5 t)
__ Kigarou -5 t
__ The Crowd -42 t
__ Tattooed Barkeep -5 t

Map updated

Outside the Spotted Wolf

"Awrite." says a beaming Erevenywg stepping seemingly out of nowhere, with Angus's odd dwarven accent.

Zokon replies to illthir.. "Yes, get in here and see if we can't get ourselves out."

Zokon uses whatever comes to hand to whack yellow in return

Whatever attack+studied target: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (17) + 8 = 251d6 + 4 ⇒ (5) + 4 = 9

Numalar ducks behind the bar, heading for the back door. He tries the door, trying to see if it is unlocked.

Bow Out (stealth): 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (13) + 6 = 19

Tenacity: 38/43

As Scarlet wipes some ale off of her face, she notices Zokon under attack. Also, where is Erevenywg and Numalar? They're missing out on the fun!

Brawling the green guy!
Brawling Attack with Bloodrage!: 1d20 + 4 + 3 + 2 ⇒ (10) + 4 + 3 + 2 = 19
Brawling Damage: 1d6 + 3 + 2 ⇒ (5) + 3 + 2 = 10

"Oi! You leave him alone!" A red skinned dwarf-like creature crashes into the green guy.

"I like to keep abreast of those who visit my city." the Lord Mayor says pleasantly. "There were some dwarves among the party as well were there not--Scarlet and a Mr. B. Angus Makdoon--what do you know about them?"

"I haven't traveled with them for long. You don't really know somebody until at least the third decade with them, that's what dwarves say. Scarlet is a mercenary, as she told your most diligent gate guard. That guard did an exemplary job, and I had meant to commend him to you. Scarlet appears most straightforward. Blunt, even. But a good heart, I think on a first impression. As to that Angus, he's also a mercenary. I can't understand half of what he says, but he plays the nine-string baliset better than any I have ever seen. He gave an incredible performance in Fort Drelev. Such passion!"

With a sigh, Serena removes her metal gauntlets and wades in. She will take a swing at orange.

Attack (unarmed): 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (13) + 5 = 18

"Hang on! Serena is coming to help you!" Illthir called back at Zokon. With Erevenywg out and, she thought, Numalar too things didn't look so worriesom anymore. So Illthir was content to continue avoiding the calamity and keeping her eyes open for anyone else looking to slip to safety.

Will be ready to cast Galant Inspiration (+2d4) on anyone looking to avoid the brawl but failing by 5 or less.

The Spotted Wolf

Angus curses the stupid height of human bars takes it out on one of the bystanders (Yellow).

"An' yer kimmers ur tay taa tay!" he bellows.

Serena punches the "rangery-looking" guy who isn't Zokon.

Scarlet slugs an old man in the face.

Zokon hits a woman.

Kigarou takes another drink and half a dozen combatants fall prone all about him to join most of the rest of the crowd.

"Call off your dwarf!" pleads the half-elf.

End combat

Mivon Castle

Lord Mayor Raston Selline wrote:

"I like to keep abreast of those who visit my city." the Lord Mayor says pleasantly. "There were some dwarves among the party as well were there not--Scarlet and a Mr. B. Angus Makdoon--what do you know about them?"

"I haven't traveled with them for long. You don't really know somebody until at least the third decade with them, that's what dwarves say. Scarlet is a mercenary, as she told your most diligent gate guard. That guard did an exemplary job, and I had meant to commend him to you. Scarlet appears most straightforward. Blunt, even. But a good heart, I think on a first impression. As to that Angus, he's also a mercenary. I can't understand half of what he says, but he plays the nine-string baliset better than any I have ever seen. He gave an incredible performance in Fort Drelev. Such passion!"

"'Fort' Drelev? Interesting. I am rather interested in speaking to Mr. Makdoon. He and your Scarlet have some rather dangerous associates--mercenaries who I believe given the circumstances maybe persuaded to embark upon an ill-advised venture to the detriment to the kingdom. I intend to see them stopped."

Just then there is a knock at the door. The Lord Mayor does not take his eyes off of Durgan, but says "Come."

The strangely nondescript man enters with a folio he hands to Durgan.

"I'll just be outside should you require me, M'lord"

"Thank you, Kelethiros."

Kelethiros exits again.

Basically, he gives you a lot of what the philosophers gave Alia and Illthir with an emphasis on reported facts, and slightly less substantial historical data. Combined the information would yield the following:

• Nuckelavee are evil aquatic fey creatures
• They themselves are immune to toxins and disease
• They also have DR/cold iron
• They spread disease and blight via a dangerous breath weapon
• They possess a number of spell-like abilities related to their nature

Scarlet punches another person and notices people are standing down. "Ah, Serena! You got here just as things died down!"

She takes ahold of Arbalasti. "Now, he's quite sorry for biting ya. He's not much of a talker, so take it from me." She pants as the fatigue sets in and her skin returns to normal. "Woo! Let's get out of here, Angus."

Outside the bar, Scarlet grins as she sees Illthir, Erevenywg and Alia. "Ah, nothing like a bar brawl to get your blood flowin'. So, did you do anything exciting, or..."

"'Fort' Drelev? Interesting. I am rather interested in speaking to Mr. Makdoon. He and your Scarlet have some rather dangerous associates--mercenaries who I believe given the circumstances maybe persuaded to embark upon an ill-advised venture to the detriment to the kingdom. I intend to see them stopped."

"Mercenaries are dangerous by their nature; they wouldn't be very good at their job if they weren't. But if I may offer an observation, Lord Mayor, mercenaries are persuaded by gold. They do what they are hired to do. Should you object to what someone would hire this band to do, you could try to persuade the one doing the hiring. Or, you could offer the mercenaries more coin to work for you. I will relay your message to Mr. Makdoon."

Zokon makes for getting out while making all his companions get out

"Yes out." he replies

"Oh we had some excitement - right Alia?" Illthir coughs and gestures away from the trashed tavern. "And met someone that sounded like they knew what we saw. We'll you all about it once we have somewhere to sit down that isn't a battlefield."

"More exciting than a bar brawl, huh?" Scarlet ponders... "Well yeah, let's go somewhere quiet."

"Oi, Angus, where did the Company go again? We gotta find Durgan and catch up to them."

Outside the Spotted Wolf

"GRRRR!"

Outside the Spotted Wolf

"Oh we had some excitement - right Alia?" Illthir coughs and gestures away from the trashed tavern. "And met someone that sounded like they knew what we saw. We'll you all about it once we have somewhere to sit down that isn't a battlefield."

"Ur ye bapit? We cannae sit aroond haur if fowk ur lookin' fur us! Arbalasti says they ur hunkered doon at a farm tae th' eest ay toon. Let's gang!"

Makdoon attaches Arbalasti's leash to the studded collar beneath the crazed dwarf's beard. "We used tae use a choke chain but it interfered wi' heem castin' spells."

Check the regional city map to see where everyone is just now.

Castle Mivon

If there is nothing else, he will take his leave as diplomatically as possible.

The Lord Mayor looks saddened by the news that Durgan has nothing more to say and dismisses him kindly--perhaps too kindly.

Durgan steps outside into noise, warmth and light. The party is still going on in grand hall.

I'm gonna assume the party decides upon a meeting place/tavern/inn. I'll let the PCs who have been here decide on the sort of establishment it is.

He will seek out Siguard. "I must take my leave. The Lord Mayor gave me a message to deliver to my companions, and I believe it to be urgent."

Durgan tries not to let on that anything is wrong, but will subtly look over his shoulder from time to time as he tries to find the party.

RPGGGM wrote:

I'm gonna assume the party decides upon a meeting place/tavern/inn. I'll let the PCs who have been here decide on the sort of establishment it is.

He will seek out Siguard. "I must take my leave. The Lord Mayor gave me a message to deliver to my companions, and I believe it to be urgent."

Durgan will head back to the temple, return his cassock and collect his weapons and armor, and then make for the decided-upon establishment.

Durgan tries not to let on that anything is wrong, but will subtly look over his shoulder from time to time as he tries to find the party.

By his backstory, I think Durgan is the only one to have been here before, though I may be mistaken. If so you get to choose the rendezvous.

He'd probably have chosen a relatively clean, quiet, reputable inn. By Mivon standards, anyway. Is the Spotted Wolf Tavern the 'brewery/beer hall dedicated Cayden Cailean'? Or just a tavern that Zokon found? If the party isn't at the inn Durgan selected, he'd head towards the busier taverns, knowing they were trying to gather information.

He'd probably have chosen a relatively clean, quiet, reputable inn. By Mivon standards, anyway. Is the Spotted Wolf Tavern the 'brewery/beer hall dedicated Cayden Cailean'? Or just a tavern that Zokon found? If the party isn't at the inn Durgan selected, he'd head towards the busier taverns, knowing they were trying to gather information.

The Spotted Wolf is a shady tavern for soldiers of fortune that Angus led the party to to look for his compatriots. There is a Norse-style mead hall dedicated to Cayden just across the street from the temple district proper.

Then Durgan will head to the Spotted Wolf. From the Lord-Mayor's words, he expects the party needs to get out of here soon.

What are other folks up to?

"...Let's gang!"

Numalar rubs his chin. "They had our description, and I suspect I stand out more than most of you. Let's see what I can do about that."

Numalar concentrates for a moment, and his eyes turn gold. Then he touches his various articles of clothing. His green and purple outfit becomes grey and blue, and with a sigh, his little gold dragon insignia becomes black. Then he looks up, and his hair becomes blond. His skin becomes more ruddy and less jaundiced.

"Anyone else?" he says, looking around at the others.

Using SLA prestidigitation to change the color of things. They will change back when the duration expires.

Disguise (untrained): 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (13) + 5 = 18

Numalar thinks for a moment.

"We saw the Lord-Mayor's son visiting the Stag Lord's fort, and now that we are in Mivon we are being pursued. I suspect that Hotspur has by now returned home, and given word to his people that we are Brevic agents. I wouldn't mind knowing how they knew to look for us here though."

He turns to Angus. "But that doesn't explain why he's after you. What have your lads been up to? Lord Hotspur could hardly know that we planned to hire your company, and he could have just hired them himself to prevent it."

Numalar shakes his head.

"I had hoped to have a chance to buy supplies while we were here. I suppose that's impossible now."

Looks like craft wondrous item will have to wait yet again.

He turns to Angus. "But that doesn't explain why he's after you. What have your lads been up to? Lord Hotspur could hardly know that we planned to hire your company, and he could have just hired them himself to prevent it."

"Hoo shoods Ah ken? I've bin wi' ye th' whole time."

"Might just be looking everywhere in town? You know spread the word and see if anyone stumbles over us." Illthir suggests. "But Alia and I weren't harassed. We might not just *uh* stand out as clearly. So! I'd say we go and grab whatever supplies we need and the rest of you find the company. And then we meet somewhere outside the city?"

Illthir sighed a little. She had looked forward to a bath but ... different priorities. She certainly didn't want to end up imprisoned again!

To that end she dug trough her pack for some spare clothes, another cloak and a hat at the very least. "You give me some discreet colours Numalar? And a neutral hair-colour for Alia."

Zokon plucks his eyebrows a bit to disguise himself

"I wasn't bothered and I daresay that I would have been... ehr... noticeable." She obviously has no desire to discuss the issue further. "I think that if I haven't been bothered yet, I don't think I will be."

Zokon uses his disguise skill to alter his appearance with clothing and such disguise: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (8) + 6 = 14

He will also aid Numalars efforts disguise aid Nummy: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (11) + 6 = 17

To that end she dug trough her pack for some spare clothes, another cloak and a hat at the very least. "You give me some discreet colours Numalar? And a neutral hair-colour for Alia."

"Care- mime fasse ve fairime natse Nu-maul-are! Tare!" shouts the tall fey woman, hopping up and down like an excited child.

Out behind the now mostly quiet (aside from occasional groaning) Spotted Wolf

Zokon begins the process of disguising himself as people heading home from the docks pass by the alleyway.

A really good disguise does take some time (minutes) to pull off.

So far it looks like Illthir wants to split up a bit and tackle multiple tasks. Folks want to disguise themselves at least a bit. Angus wants to leave the city and return to his unit, and Arlalasti wants to chase carts. Anyone got a final plan? Feel free to discuss here or out of character in the discussion thread.

Also, folks would know that according you the 'plan' Durgan is supposed to meet you here at the Spotted Wolf.

"What's a Fairy Floss? Some kind of candy, huh?" Scarlet laughs. "I got nuthin to hide. But if everyone wants to play dress up, count me in. Surprise me."

"Better safe then sorry I think." Illthir shrugs and tries to figure out what Erevenywg is up to now.

Yeah baby!!

"Care- mime fasse ve fairime natse Nu-maul-are! Tare!" shouts the tall fey woman, hopping up and down like an excited child.

"But what kind of fairy floss?" Numalar asks. "Like this?" Erevenywg's hair becomes bright pink.

"Or more like this?" Erevenywg's hair becomes pale blue.

"Maybe a bit of both, what?" Erevenywg's hair becomes a swirl of pale blue and pink.

Numalar figures there's no need to translate. He turns to the others.

"It's not exactly subtle, but I don't think they're looking for her. With that hair, they'll spend more time looking at her and less at the rest of us. Who knows? Maybe it will become the next fashion here in Mivon."

Numlalar completes any other 'disguises' that people ask for and then is ready to go.

"Reit! Noo 'at we aw luke inconspicuoos let's gie gonnae." Angus says leading a tugging Arbalasti on the dwarf wizard's leash.

Angus leads his half of the party (himself, Arbalasti, Scarlet, Scarlet, Alia, Zokon) toward the River gate where it seems the guards are checking people through. Somehow they have to make it to the Eastern shore of the Eel's Wake Bay.

The second group (Illthir, Numalar, Serena) heads the same way, but at a respectable distance, as most of the shopping markets (aside from dockside merchants and fishermen) are located in the city proper--again--on the other side of the city wall.

Erevenywg, while happy about her hair, begins to cry when it become apparent that neither team picked her.

Durgan makes his way to the List district from the heavily fortified Watch Gate, the intersection between the bridge from Mivon Castle, the bridge to the eastern shore and main city gates.

Region City Map updated.

Oops

"Erevenywg, get over here!" Scarlet waves the crying fairy and beckons to follow her.

At the gate, she sees the guards at the checkpoint. "Oh, they're looking for us, huh? Let's avoid a brawl, right? I don't like lying, but... meh."

Bluff: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (7) + 3 = 10

She talks to the guards at the checkpoint.
"Yeah, well your town has been fun. We had fun being tourists and all, but it's time to go. Thanks for the Mivon hospitality."

Oops

"Erevenywg, get over here!" Scarlet waves the crying fairy and beckons to follow her.

[Sticks tongue out at fat kid standing over to one side.]