Qwerty's Way of the Wicked (Inactive)

Game Master qwerty1971

Asking the others as we walk up
"gods is the pink one drunk?, what will do if he thinks we're really the guards. I'm not letting myself fall for pinkies folly"

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Wade's words carry weight with the crowd and they begin to disperse rapidly; the Ogre running behind you adds credence to your bluff. As people scurry back to their homes a few of them still manage to peek through their windows observing the happenings.

You now stand before Harken who has collected a trove of dead bodies and some alcohol.

"You fools did not want to leave the prison. I left failing to see the value of staying for revenge. I came upon this guardhouse and the fools challenged me. I cut them down, dogs too, twas a good fight. But the commotion led to some townsfolk wanting to see what the ruckus was about. Some fool calling himself the town mayor or margrive or something, not quite sure, dared give me orders. He lies over there in that nice leather armor. I took his head and tossed it back to the crowd keeping them at bay. A few other local toughs decided to challenge me and they too fell. The idiots wanted to save the prison from flames. Took you all long enough." Harken then tosses his bottle of alcohol to Graz.

"Bunch of savages. All you ever use is violence. True it has its time and place. But not everything needs to be solved with show of force." she rolls her eyes at them
"Now since everything is destroyed. Including anything the warden might have had. I suggest we make haste and leave this place. No more talk. Just run"

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Graz'ul catches the bottle, and tucks it under his belt. He smiles at Harken and claps him on the shoulder.

"Well, it's a bit more public than I wanted, but this whole break has been a clusterf*$*. Let's get moving. I want to hear the story, but I want to be rested and fed when I do."

He turns toward Wade.

"You found a map, right? Which way are we going?"

Going to bed and then work. See you tomorrow afternoon.

"ha, you might not be so pink after all, hahaha"turning to wade
"well you can read the map right were to..."

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"blood clan this brake out went well ...I never took at hit, we did not lose anyone and we got to end the fools who thought to kill us. So I feel it went well I really found it funny when you stated to dance with the entrails of the guard, haha and then broke that shield with you head...ahahaha"
Bracnos said clapping Gar on the back

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Finally seeing suitable armor, Syldran quickly dons it under his guards outfit and thanks Wade.

according to your profile you did get a viper familiar though
After wade finishes taking any valuables off of the dead body he them turns to the others and says ok let's move people, we need to keep running that way or they might look too close and see through my lie

Using the map will decrease the Survival check to get to your final destination. Anyone who can read and write with Survival skill can make the roll. The DC is 12.

Bracnos cracks his neck
"so this way then I'll look out ahead, ok"
so full run I move at 40

Edit
well I would not run until we do know our direction
Edit 2
I was just going through the characters and for a second there I thought we did not have someone who could use survival lol the only one with the skill and have points in it is gar but he won't be on till after his work
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So true, I do have a familiar. I won't ever be using it for combat, so no need to put it on the map.

"Burrrp!...Lemme see the map I can look at it..."
Survival: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (20) + 3 = 23...grabbing the map from Wade Harken says..."We go this way!

"Burrrp!...Lemme see the map I can look at it..." Survival: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (20) + 3 = 23...grabbing the map from Wade Harken says..."We go this way!

oh cool did not see if you had the skill awesome..nice roll lol

Bracnos runs ahead of the group
"I'll scout ahead"
not sure how fast I move at a 40ft base but full run ahead^_^

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I return! Gonna go ahead and see how my own Survival check goes. Not that I don't trust Harken. :P

Survival: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (7) + 3 = 10

Pfft...I apparently have trouble with maps. ^_^

Graz'ul looks at the map and sucks his teeth.

"Let's get moving. Dawn is growing closer and I'm dead tired."

Graz'ul begins to walk in the indicated direction.

Even in his semi inebriated state Harken manages to guide the team through the Old Moor area to a manor. is this the destination the party seeks to arrive at?

i believe so yes

Ten miniutes after they get out of site from the town wade signals they stop. "well it seems like I can officially say we've escaped, which to me sounds like it calls for a bit of celebration, I nicked these from the storage room, pretty strong alchahol, smells like it has spices in it too, what say you to a round of drinks"

"Hmm..i dont drink often but yes if there was ever a time its now"

"Should we wait until we are in safe environs? I shall pass regardless, those spirits dull my senses against the higher spirits."

Wade hands him a bottle.

"HEY! more good stuff! gimme one of them bottles! Or two if Annak passes"

Zyx steps off the trail watching the way the party came seeing if there is a patrol looking for them. "I shall drink one after we escape these woods."

"Harken, you can have my share as well. I can't plot and scheme with a clouded mind."

takeing a bottle
"you know at first i could not stand the sight of you Wade, but your forethought to have take this...well i could have been wrong in my thoughts..."
taking a drink
"just maybe...to our freedom"

"Ha, freedom. It is naught but an illusion. No one can escape the creeping death." Syldran mutters under his breath.

i understand these people are taking a drink- Wade, Bracnos, Harken, Harken, and these people are not right now- Annak, Syldran, Zyx. Still need an answer from Graz and Lillith and if Grumblejack is given any

Harken cheers with Bracnos and downs a bottle. "Sweet smell indeed." he downs another, Annaks bottle right afterward.

"I think it's still a bit premature to celebrate. When we've found out just what the hell is waiting for us at the manor and who our mysterious benefactor is, then I'll drink."

ok anyone who drinks the alcohol needs to make two DC13 FORT saves, except for Harken who needs to make four.

wait...what...? well that sucks.

FORT: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (8) + 6 = 14
FORT: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (4) + 6 = 10
FORT: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (16) + 6 = 22
FORT: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (8) + 6 = 14

So Harken drinks one bottle down takes two steps forward and falls down knocked out. Harken is also the only one who was able to decipher the map to see how to get to the manor and he is asleep.

still need Bracnos to make the Fort saves.

fort: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (1) + 6 = 7
fort: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (13) + 6 = 19
fort: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (16) + 6 = 22
fort: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (12) + 6 = 18

edit mybad did not see that i only need to make two

Bracnos falls down asleep like Harken.

"Why little uns fall down?" the ogre asks.

Annak moves over to Bracnos and Harken and looks over their unconscious bodies, even sniffing the bottles they drank from.
Heal: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (19) + 6 = 25

lol thats why i dont drink often...and htat is a perfect point for me to go to sleep in RL ill check in soon Gnight or afternoon depending are were you are in the world

ps:please dont leave me in the road...^_^

Annak determines it is some sleep-inducing herbs.

OK, so the party finds itself in the woods outside of town almost a mile away with two members unconscious. The one who knows where on the map to go is unconscious. Dawn is approaching but the woods are thick and villagers rarely ever venture deep into the woods.

"Gods be damned...there goes our guide..."

Graz'ul, kicks Harken over and grabs the map from him.

"Somebody keep watch while I figure this damn map out. Looks like it was drawn by a drunken dwarf."

I'm taking 20 on this, if possible. That's a 23 Survival.

After staring at the map for awhile, turning it a few times, and scratching crude notes in the dirt, Graz'ul gets his answer. Whether or not it's the right one, we'll see. He stands up.

"There. It's this way."

He looks over at the unconscious party members and sighs.

"We should leave their dumb asses...Grumbles, help me carry these idiots with us."

He picks up whichever of them looks lightest I effectively have a 22 Str for carrying capacity purposes in a fireman's carry and starts walking toward their destination.

of hope it's me...since. ..um you don't like harrken ^_^

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No, Harken doesn't like me, and I think that's just basic racism. Graz'ul's a pretty laid back dude. Words aren't enough to make him hate someone. Actions are. And right now, Harken has done a pretty cool thing in holding off the masses. ^_^

She looks at the mess they were in, shaking her head
"Some men. Fighting, whoring and drinking. No time for finesse or even other fine things... then again, it get's me what i want from them" she chuckles

wait did I mess something was there some whoring. ..lol

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shes generalising =^^=

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"I couldn't agree more, Lillith, that's what makes them even more manipulable."

He gives her a grin, sharp teeth and all. He obviously has no intention of carrying or helping with the 2 unconscious men.