Rappan Athuk Old School

Game Master brvheart

Perception: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (11) + 1 = 12

Having restored his magic in the early morning, the druid and rhinoceros travel along with the group, occasionally veering off the trail a bit to snag a brace of coneys, a feathered flock of poultry, or even a few string smelling skunks to open up folks palates.
Ifn youses bees sicks dis will clears it up!

Survival(Wis) DC 17: 1d20 + 16 ⇒ (9) + 16 = 25

Later while on the road...

Perception(Wis): 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (15) + 14 = 29
Costello Perception(Wis), scent: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (15) + 5 = 20

Perched 90' up in the towering canopies is a young green dragon observing the party below.

Perception even though apparently someone already noticed the dragon?: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (17) + 10 = 27

Do we also need initiative? Assuming the evil dragon isn't going to play nice.... Initiative: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (16) + 12 = 28

Survival, aid another on Abbott, Tweeter: 1d20 + 1 + 3 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 1 + 3 + 1 = 9
1 rank +3 trained +1 wis

survival, aid another on Abbott, Victor: 1d20 + 1 + 3 + 2 ⇒ (9) + 1 + 3 + 2 = 15
1 rank +3 trained +2 wis

Edit: That's an effective 27 on Abbott's survival check; he feeds himself and 6 extras...

Perched 90' up in the towering canopies is a young green dragon observing the party below.

Victor does not let on that he's seen the dragon, but he mentally catalogues his blades, ready to surge into action...

@BrvHeart: Ok, the dragon is not on the map, but is 90' up, and how far away horizontally?

brvheart wrote:

Perched 90' up in the towering canopies is a young green dragon observing the party below.

Victor does not let on that he's seen the dragon, but he mentally catalogues his blades, ready to surge into action...

@BrvHeart: Ok, the dragon is not on the map, but is 90' up, and how far away horizontally?

the distance diagonally is about 90 feet It is 80 feet up and 35 feet horizontally away.

Zennek's eyes widened when he spotted the dragon. It didn't look like it was quite as big as the stories he'd heard, but it still looked plenty big.

He opened his mouth and then closed it, his lips forming a frown. No one else said anything and he wasn't sure if he should say something. He casually made his hand was in a good place to draw his weapons, but he waited for the moment.

Not wanting to alert the dragon, but also not wanting the party to be surprised, Wyran 'quietly' states, "Does anyone else see that dragon up in the treetops? Over there...." He motions with his head, not looking directly at it or pointing to it.

He also pulls a tiny sliver of licorice root from his spell component pouch. Ready to cast a spell.

I hope the entire party did not dump stat chr!

I hope the entire party did not dump stat chr!

I have a 14 CHA, but I have no skill ranks... Best bet for politeness is probably Helgash (18 Cha, + 10 Diplomacy).

"Stand ready" - Helgash whispered, after being warned to the presence of the dragon - "It might not want anything with us"

Yes yes what what I want with from people trespassing through my forest. A bit of treasure perhaps? An offering? A bit of valuable information? Or maybe just a morsel?

"Your forest?" - Helgash frowned - "Says who? We were not informed, and we have no treasure"

Zennek stood up straighter, head titled slightly upwards. He eyed the dragon, straight in the eye. No fear, no backing down. He let Helgash talk for the moment, but he made it clear he was no pawn or scared little victim.

Ready to Intimidate! Just give the word to switch tactics! Lol!

quite frankly, master.... Rydell pauses to let the dragon offer a name or title to call it.
We are likely entirely below your notice, and while we are thankful for you even deigning to grace us with your presence, I do not think we have much to offer to one such as yourself. I humbly request your magnificence's grace, not out of mercy for us, but for our irrelevance in the face of yourself..

would you accept a bluff to make us think we're beneath its notice and care?

The druid points up at the green dragon in the canopy.
Dis bees a dragon up dere. Probably wants ta rob and eats us. But mees and Costello needs the new boots!

Costello sighs

Samara holds her silence. The enemy itself sounded dangerous enough per se; at this point, she just hopes her companions can talk their way out of it. If not the case, though, then she better be prepared for whatever the wyrm would throw at them.

The druid points up at the green dragon in the canopy.

Dis bees a dragon up dere. Probably wants ta rob and eats us. But mees and Costello needs the new boots!

Costello sighs

Realizing this may be trouble, Victor starts edging away from Rydell, hoping to spread out enough that hitting the pair of them with a breath weapon is difficult...

Both Abbott and Costello turn to look at The Monkey man, as he begins edging away from the group.

Costello nods his agreement and proceeds to find some underbrush to Hide in....
Stealth(Dex): 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (1) + 8 = 9
Move 40' (20' if Difficult Terrain?) Hide in the foliage.

Apparently the particular place he picked provides zero percent of coverage....

Abbott is seen (actually seen) holding a leaf in front of Costello face....

quite frankly, master.... Rydell pauses to let the dragon offer a name or title to call it.

We are likely entirely below your notice, and while we are thankful for you even deigning to grace us with your presence, I do not think we have much to offer to one such as yourself. I humbly request your magnificence's grace, not out of mercy for us, but for our irrelevance in the face of yourself..

would you accept a bluff to make us think we're beneath its notice and care?

Vraxenis the Blight-Bringer. Why draw blades? I find violence so incredibly tedious, and you strike me as a group of rather sensible mortals. The local townsfolk are paranoid of me, but you and I could have an arrangement. Bring me the secrets of Rappan Athuk, or perhaps an artifact, and I will grant you absolute protection.

"We have a deal then" - Helgash nodded - "We will try to provide you with information, if we manage to gather any" - he added - "But whatever loot we recover is our own"

The rest of the day passes uneventfully.

Monkeyman, Roll perception on watch.

Perception, Tweeter, aid another: 1d20 + 6 + 3 + 1 ⇒ (9) + 6 + 3 + 1 = 19 vs DC 10
6 ranks + 3 trained +1 wis, low-light vision

Perception: 1d20 + 6 + 3 + 2 + 3 ⇒ (1) + 6 + 3 + 2 + 3 = 15
6 ranks + 3 trained +2 wis +3 aid another (fools for friends), Darkvision 60'

You see about 10 or so refugees from the law, tattered, destitute, and furtive. They are pathetic rather than aggressive, and most are armed only with clubs or daggers Attempting to enter the camp about 3:30 in the morning.

Samara hangs behind with the rest of the group, waiting for the scout report on what's ahead.

It's 3:30 AM Everyone else is asleep but the monkey man.

Victor shows himself from where he was hiding (while keeping watch) and bares steel (draws his athame).

He keeps his voice low enough to not wake the sleepers: "This is a private campsite I'm afraid. Leave or die."

However, he's ready to raise a hue and cry...

Samara turns around on the ground, sleeping and dreaming about being on the road. Or maybe having a nightmare.

You have some food perhaps for some poor outlaws? Or maybe some ale?

"I can serve red wine for you all. If that's not to your taste, you should venture elsewhere..."

to be clear, red wine is a idiom for blood...

Meanwhile, Tweeter scampers off of Victor's shoulder, and wakes Helgash and then Samara.

(non-casters, next and previous watches.)

”Surely we can share some of our food with these poor people” - Helgash commented to Victor when he woke him up, turning to the group of apparently destitute people - ”What has happened to you? Have you been attacked?”

::snores::

We are on the run from Eastwych, not of Lord-Governor Meridiac's liking. Wez vitims of the “Eastreach Decree”.

A strange noise comes from the vicinity of the goblin and rhinoceros...

As she's awaken, Samara looks around to assess the situation and stands up to pull her shields in a manner that looks more cautious than threatening. Yet, she loudly voices to wake the rest of the camp.

"Look alive, everyone. It seems we may have some new friends around." - she announces, nodding to thank the monkey, and then turning to the refugees - "... And, what is this 'Eastreach Decree' you're talking about?"

The king at Courghais issued a royal decree granting patents of nobility over lands not yet actually taken. Responsibility for “pacifying any unlawful resistance to the Overking’s decree by subjects in such lands” was left to the knights and barons “upon taking possession of
their lawful desmesnes in the Province.” In other words, if a Foerdewaith
noble, or even a mercenary leader, could carve out a piece of Eastreach,
they owned it.

We are on the run from Eastwych, not of Lord-Governor Meridiac's liking. Wez vitims of the “Eastreach Decree”.

Sense motive anyone? The Eastreach Decree was about 800 years ago...

Sense Motive, does this mean they're bandits?: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (7) + 2 = 9
+2 wis

Wyran moves quietly in his sleep. The voices don't match his dreams....

Wyran moves quietly in his sleep. The voices don't match his dreams....

You could wake up already - in my post, Samara voice loudly to wake up everyone.

"I am sorry to hear about your plight - please partake from our food"

I say one ration each?

Abbott and Costello seems to be watching, waiting, both absently snacking...

You could wake up already - in my post, Samara voice loudly to wake up everyone.

True. Wyran doesn't want to wake up. If he has to cast a spell the rest is wasted. He really should craft an offensive wand.

Ever since our land has been filled with scurrilous nobles, predatory knights, and fortune-seekers of all kinds. Making us little more than outlaws.

::conversation slowly wakes me up:: 'Is this someone just wanting to grab more land? Or he is trying to get rid of a problems with knights and mercenaries?

Zennek grumbled in his sleep, muttering out "Tryin' t'sleep here. If we ain't bein' attackeds, keep it down." He might have added a 'please' after that, if he was not trying to sleep at that moment.

The outloads take the rations and take their leave. The rest of the night it's quiet You start traveling again in the morning. About noon four worgs start trailing the party.

Abbott smiles innocently at the worgs.
Howdy fellas! Wees bees going to explore that there dungeon. You fellas want to tag along and perhaps eats some stupid cultists?

Costello seems on the fence about this working....

Worgs and goblins are known to cooperate, and we killed a lot of goblins the other night. If we can't deal with them somehow, we should find a reasonably fortifiable campsite tonight; we might have a bunch of visitors to entertain.