Rappan Athuk Old School

Game Master brvheart

Better safe than sorry, Kaz casts magic vestment on his clothes. "Id wager they aren't a friendly welcoming party..."

Perhaps we should move somewhere else other than the middle of the path

There are three on horseback and eight marching on foot.

[b]"I guess we should wait for them to come to us."
"Might as well; they have horses and we don't."[/b

Elathras, nods his head in agreement with Gruk, "Waiting not a bad idea, no reason not to be prepared though." He then reaches back and draws out his bow and an arrow. Keeping a keen eye on the approaching pack, pulling his silk scarf over his nose from habit.

perception: 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (7) + 14 = 21 anything else we can tell as their approaching?

"Agreed. Can't be too careful round here!"

Wdrozgrúk then readies his sling for the approach of the other group.

"They might be peaceful. Three horses does not sound like your typical ruffian." Like the others Daal patiently waits to meet the oncoming group. He stands in a relaxed position with his bardiche resting on his shoulder. Spying Elathras nocking an arrow "Let's not look like we are the aggressors here. If we do not need to fight then let's not."

"You there, come out where I can see you." says one of the men on horse back. As he speaks, the men-at arms start moving from march formation to forming a line.

"I guess we should wait for them to come to us."

"Might as well; they have horses and we don't."

Elathras, nods his head in agreement with Gruk... [dice=perception]1d20+14 anything else we can tell as their approaching?

could Elathras see anything that gave further identification? Emblems, Insignia's, uniforms, uniform appearance? I mean other than being men-at-arms and in formation?

Elathras gives Daal a strange look. "Doesn't sound like typical ruffians. What would that sound like exactly?" shrugging his shoulders, "Anyway when have we ever been mistaken for the aggressors? It's not like we kill everything we find. There was those elves. And we shut the door on the green goo without killing it and we left those undead with the black room totally unharmed."

As the riders near, Elathras, standing in the middle of the road, looks around himself, and then back at them. Keeping his knocked arrow pointing at the ground, resisting the urge to say something flippant.

"Greetings, names Elathras, beautiful day for a walk, wouldn't you say?"

"We are here in the middle of the road. Can't get much more out than this," Kaz grumbled, not pleased with the tone of the rider.

"We're just doing a spot of exploring together."
"Safety in numbers, and all that."

perception: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (20) + 10 = 30
(to see if this lot is up to any funny stuff)

Trakas steps out a slight bit. He is prepared to fight or take cover.

Daal nods at Elathras. Shouting back to the man on horseback "We've nothing to hide. There is no argument between us let us both approach peacefully and share with each any news on this road?"

Irenicus restrains the itchy fireball finger.

Mitleid shrugs and speaks up.
"We are an adventuring party, intent on cleaning the countryside from monster infestations. We do not seek harm to decent people."

That's the most I've heard Mitleid say in months. Elathras smiles and nods at his dwarven friend, "What he said."

Dolgrin stays silent, letting his natural sense of evil and good play over him.

Detect Ze Evil

They are not evil.

"I am the sheriff of these parts. We get all sorts around here, mostly bandits. I patrol the Coast Road and do what I can."

"Bandits we are not. We've fought against bandits from time to time."

diplomacy: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (8) + 3 = 11 . . meh

Elathras smiles, "It's a pleasure to meet you Sheriff! I'm Elathras. Is there anything we can help you with? As my friend Gruk here pointed out, were no strangers to fighting bandits."

aid another: diplomacy: 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (12) - 1 = 11

A man steps out from behind one of the horsemen.

"E...Elathras? Gruk? I... know those names."

The mustachioed man rubs his head in pain, wincing.

"We used to t..travel together. It's me, Virgil!

"Wotcher, Virgil!"
"We're just on our way for more of the same Japes, larks and frolics."

Virgil looks up at the sheriff on horseback.

"I can... vouch for these men sir. Adventurers all. A very efficient bunch."

This might also be a good place for Balin to show up from? Traveling with the same posse?

"Well met." A green man clad in a breastplate and carrying a light shield embossed with the symbol of a sun disc walks from the other side of the road. In his other hand is a chests. "I am Balin of Troye, and I have heard there is a great evil about in this land, and I am here to cleanse the place in Vionir's name."

Virgil nods in greeting to the traveler.

"You've got your work cut out for you then. Evil by the bucketload around here."

The ranger turns back to the party, eyeing his old team.

"Japes and Larks, eh?" he sighs.

"It's... great to see you all again. I'll be honest, I figured you'd kicked it."

He stands there in silence for a moment.

"Damn. Guys, I'm sorry. I... abandoned you. I didn't mean to, hell - it took me a week to remember what I did for a living! Can you forgi..." Virgil frowns. "El, did you grow a new nose?"

Hearing the voice of his old friend with the sheriff, Elathras relaxes and calls out. "Hey Virgil, how are you? Nothing to forgive! Abandoned is a harsh word. We've had several come and go and we haven't lost any yet."

Elathras looks away for a minute, trying to remember, "Well I mean we haven't lost any other than that Halfling paladin."

Shrugging his shoulders, "And a Halfling in heavy armor? Who thought he was going to make it anyway."

Unconsciously, he pulls the silk scarf back over his nose. "They really just healed the old one, but it still left quite an impressive scar."

He then turns to the half orc, "Well met Balin of Troye, I'm Elathras Narcinal from the north."

He turns and nods toward Gruk and "As you've heard this hear is Gruk."

He then nods to the others, "The one with the bow is Mitlied and our finger-waggler there is Irenicus. Your more than welcome to join us, were headed back to Rappan Athuk."

"Well met," He nods at everyone."Now I've been on the road for a while, and lets say, you learn a few things."He eyes the party over. "I have some skill in creating magical items, but it doesn't come for free."

He looks at Irenicus appraisingly, "I'll also need his help."He hands a scroll of crafters fortune to Irenicus. "If the circumstances permit, please prepare that and cast it on me. It makes the creation process go much smoother. I can make do without, but it's just easier with."

"I also don't need as much sleep as most people do, so there will be nights to get things done."

I have craft wondrous and craft wand. So if you need anything just provide the gp cost. I will probably not pick up anymore crafting feats. Items of 500 gp and below for crafting price can be done in one night, but it gets chancy without crafters fortune

Irenicus nods at the new arrivals, raising an eyebrow at Virgil's appearance. He doesn't bother saying anything but looks disappointed at not getting to fireball the large grouping of people.

Oops. I probably shouldn't have bought a CLW wand then.

"And I'm Virgil... the uh, the Vigilant." he chuckles.

"Oh, and that's Tracy. Tracy the tenacious." he points skyward at a circling hawk.

"Back to Rappan Athuk? Count me in. ...Sorry sheriff."

We'll use it up quickly enough so it isn't an issue anyway. This was more for future prep - since buying stuff is a pain.

Balin inwardly shrugs, 'I wonder how they do things down here if town guards can walk off with just an apology. Don't they even write formal notices of resignation?'

"Since they just came from there... mayhap they might wish to go to the town... Zelkor's, wasn't it, to resupply?" Balin suggests.

Don't you guys at least liquidate lewt?

Don't you guys at least liquidate lewt?

yes we liquidated, bought a few things, and now were headed back to RA, if the 'paperwork' isn't done we can catch it up. But lets not even think about going back to town or we'll never get to RA in 2017...

smiling under his silk scarf, "Welcome back Virgil!"

Elathras shakes his head at the half-orc, "We just came from Zelkor's Ferry and were headed back to Rappan Athuk. If you want to go to town and join us later we can try and leave a trail..."

"Oh if you did then that's fine."Balin shrugs."We can proceed. It wouldnt do to go unprepared you know."

Just making sure.

To Rappan Athuk! Hope you're ready for us Brv!

do we want to go back to the tunnel we came out of, or to the crypt and redo level one?

Elathras smiles as the others join them, he the then asks the Sheriff "Sir, is there anything you need from us, or have for us, before we head back to Rappan Athuk?"

"We've done well so far at Rappan Athuk. So far."
"In that we all came out of it alive."
"But not without difficulty, mind."
"We're also trying to finance a castle and all."
"We've got a weaponsmith there, amongst other things."

"Squawk!"

Glad to see everyone is ready to go. We will head back to RA then. Just let me know where you are wanting to go.

Let's start off easy?

Let elathras aka the mapmaker decide but my impulse would be wherever we left from

The walls, ceiling and floor of this Room are made of hard-packed dirt.

As you look up, a slight trickle of loose dirt falls from the ceiling to the ground. Two large tunnels are present on the far wall.
This room is a boring, featureless dirt cave. The tunnel to the outside is nearly vertical (80 degree slope).

this is the tunnel that we exited from, it is within sight of the three mausoleums that we originally entered RA at.

Elathras shrugs and continues the trip back to RA. "When we get there we can go back down the tunnel and return to the second level. That way Balin can bet a chance to "cleanse the place in Vionir's name" of those nasty black undead skeletons that gave us such a hard time! Oh and do you guys think we should help that barbarian? He may still be mad at us for burning his club." apparently he was insane not possessed, we may need to 'mend' his club for him.

since we were doing this last I had to replace my hard drives, I saved some of the maps but I need to figure how to post them so you all can see them again.

I'm all for entering via the tunnel we exited from.
Those mausoleums were squishy traps as I recall

"A pissed-off Barbarian? You burned his club? Can't say I'm thrilled at that idea."

Virgil hefts his pack up onto his shoulders with a shrug, before calling his bird down.

"But I'm in. So's Tracy. Bound to be more exciting than goofing around up here."

Elathras smiles a sheepish smile. "There was a book a club and the barbarian. We thought the barbarian was cursed so Dolgrin insisted on burning the book and club because one of them must be causing the curse. Or so we thought, come to find out the club was just a magic club and the book was a spell book."

He then shrugs, we left the 'cursed' barbarian there with his broken club."[/b]

Elathras looks at Balin, "Hey Balin, can you mend a broken club?"

@ brv, is it just player knowledge that the barbarian is insane or is that character knowledge as well?

@ brv Oh, in answere to your question; were going to the tunnel where we came out from the second level.

@players, If no one minds, I'd like to remap the second level and then return to the first level and make sure it's clear and mapped before we go lower.

We can clear the first level before or after we kill the undead on the second level. You know, the ones we went running away from, screaming like little girls. No offense Mort Balin.

"That barbarian is a complete nutter."
"Very tough. But still off his rocker."

Balin examines the broken club.

Mending or make whole required.

If mending

"I'm afraid I'll have to do it tomorrow. Didn't come prepared for that."Balin answers.

If Make whole

"Give me 10 min." He then stands in the sunlight and begins praising the sun, then fixing the club.

Balin examines the broken club....then fixing the club.

were not at the club, we left it with the barbarian on level 2 in RA, he's in room 5, we will enter in the south east corner. Which isn't on the map yet because this is an old partial map that was all I could find.

Elathras continues leading the party toward RA, until it is time to rest for the night.

survival: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (8) + 7 = 15

Retcon

"That depends on whether it's magical, and how badly it is broken. Is it totally unusable, or just damaged?"Balin asks Eltharas. "If it's just damaged, I think your finger waggler Irenicus would be able to fix it as well."

If it's the next day I can prepare mending.

Does Balin prepare spells in sunlight? That's pretty sweet. Virgil worships a sun god too!

Virgil attempts to help Elathras navigate, but it becomes clear fairly quickly that he's completely forgotten the way.

"Wasn't it that way? Not... over here?"

Survival: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (1) + 6 = 7

If I'm underground, I'll just praise the sun and skip the sunlight part. After all the sun is inside ^^

"Just as a precaution."Balin hands everyone in party 2 sunrods.

"Very good; these could come handy"

Even though Gruk has darkvision