With the dark elf's gargled common Nib shruggs, "W..w...wh...what?" he shakes his head clearly confused by the broken language. "No idea what you're saying, but after I conclude our business, I'll be happy to direct you to a nice book with pretty pictures."
"Well you can at the right time...walls will help. Definitely ease the tension on the forces. How many do you have and when can you get more. The eastern side has been probed all day and could use some reinforcement there. I hear they had a flying demon shooting lightning and fire from his eyes and thorny whip. Decimated two squads I hear. Korg himself had to step in to fill the gap...ain't much that can withstand his axe." The Captain says proudly Karnog and Kalim.
Grung looks around for another dwarf or a burly half orc/orc and will challenge him to a drinking contest
"A well, I think the axe has to go to Melissaa Loreman!"
Nodding to herself she adds, "Yes indeed!"
"I can outdreeek da' two of ya." The burly tavern goer announces. "Let's do it...ya bett'r git some new britches cuz yer gonna piss yerself.' He bellows. several within the bar cheer at his proclamation.
He clanks his tankard into Grung's to signal the start.
"A well, I think the axe has to go to Melissaa Loreman!"
Nodding to herself she adds, "Yes indeed!"
"yes...yes...you should do just that....yes."
"I have one wall of stone remaining today, and can shape stone as needed once more. The fabricate spell I can cast once, and if we need, I can create a temporary structure or similar object. If wood. That will last about a day and a half, if metal then half that. All my magic will be available come morning, as well as the healing blessings of Torag."
"I can create three 140-foot walls of iron."
As you walk the defensive perimeters you see where you can shore up the lines, you also come across a beaten up group of soldiers. You can tell they've had a hard fought day, several are bandaged while others are repairing equipment.
You suspect that the Varl's weapon shop is packed with customers.
With purpose Felicitas quickly moves toward the Slywink tavern.
Once there she tries to find Melissaa.
Desmond in the Raging ORc you can find your fair share of serving wenches and women of high moral esteem. So, you have plenty of entertainment to keep you busy for the night.
Felicitas you enter the Slywink and quickly find the lieutenant sitting at a table chatting with a couple patron, including an officer. She has a dour look on her face as the officer gestures. Clearly she is unhappy with the discussion and news.
Karnog stops by the group of soldiers and begins making his way, stopping by each one and speaking briefly with them. He touches whatever equipment they work on, blessing them and handing out curative potions.
Once they are all gathered closely enough, he uses his last channel of the day and heals them for HP.
"If any of your gear is broken, please bring it here and I will return it to the proper condition. And remember to use those potions as you need, they do no one any good collecting dust in a pouch.
'THANK YOU." one man says with gusto.
Another adds, 'Blessin' truly is."
A third replies, "We live to fight another day!"
"Bring on the enemy."
"T'anks bro."
As chorus of goodwill continues.
Grunt starts drinking pint for pint
fort vs poison
ya gotta do better buddy!
Knowing he is a formidable drinker amongst humans but a pathetic one amongst dwarves, Desmond focuses his efforts on being Grungsdi's hype man and getting the crowd to cheer on with him!
"No d'a ask."
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[dice=will]1d20 +8
"Nib is may be goood for Nym to stay no see."
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"A well, I think the axe has to go to Melissaa Loreman!"
Nodding to herself she adds, "Yes indeed!"
"No! Ask is des'roy"
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Felicitas you enter the Slywink and quickly find the lieutenant sitting at a table chatting with a couple patron, including an officer. She has a dour look on her face as the officer gestures. Clearly she is unhappy with the discussion and news.
Nym hot on Felicitas tail chittering the whole way about needs of destroying that cursed ax. His rapeir appears in his hand and he tucks it into his belt.
With the dark elf's gargled common Nib shruggs, "W..w...wh...what?" he shakes his head clearly confused by the broken language. "No idea what you're saying, but after I conclude our business, I'll be happy to direct you to a nice book with pretty pictures."
Melissaa looks up from her conversation when Felicitas enters - followed closely by Nym - and her mood brightens up. She waves. Then says something to the officers at her table, they in turn get up and bow to her.
To your eyes it is clear that the Melissaa has cleaned up and changed. She no longer has blood and gore smeared across her body. Her long brown hair is pulled back and braided.
Knowing he is a formidable drinker amongst humans but a pathetic one amongst dwarves, Desmond focuses his efforts on being Grungsdi's hype man and getting the crowd to cheer on with him!
The crowd roars as Grung and his drinking partner chug several tankards of ale. the level of excitement builds when the bartender pulls out the Orc Firewhiskey. He pours four generous shots for the sporting fellows.
"NOW LETS SEE WHOSE STUMAK"S IRON!"
The burly fellow slams his shots and belches. He slams his last empty glass on the bar.
"Anoth'r round...b'rkeep."
Karnog and kalim are just outside the town adding reinforcement and healing to the perimeter and troops.
Grung and Desmond are entertaining the off-duty mercenaries and townies with rauckus drinking games. This is at the Raging Orc Saloon.
Felicitas, aurora, and Nym sold some items at Nib's shop and then Felicitas decided to go track down Lt. Melissaa Loreman. Nym is right on her heals as they entered the Slywink Tavern.
Perception checks
The two of you clearly see Melissaa wink in a flirtatious manner at Felicitas.
Orc whiskey! Bahahahha. Let’s do it!
Grung then fills his everfull mug and chased the way whiskey
Desmond inspires Grung to keep drinking. The roar of the crowd gets louder and louder. the bartender pours another round and Boris eagerly pounds it down.
He suddenly gags a bit and orc firewhiskey sprays out of his nose. Burning intensely...the man swoons and falls off his seat. He's out cold.
"Ahhhhhhhhhh!" Desmond screams in anticipation of victory. "Cmon you big beautiful bastard just survive one more and you're the king!"
Karnog and Kalim:
there is 40% chance that the defensive lines will be probed while you are doing your fortifications.
Since there is probe, lets see where it happens in relationship to you.
There is 20% chance at your location, the next 20% is to the north of your location, the next 20% is to your south , the remaining is on the other side of the town.
As you are putting up the walls there is an attack at your location, a test of the new barricades.
Quick summary of actions and postions:
Karnog and Kalim are at the outer defenses and they hav eone round to prepare for battle.
Grung and Desmond are in the Raging Orc Saloon and Grung is about to have another drink to see if he is winner.
Felicitas and Nym are in the Slywink Tavern approaching Lt. Loreman.
The chants roar.
fort
Grung slams down the next drink, he doesn't even grimage
Now! That is a good night! Men, in the morning we fight, remember the comradery of this evening on the morrow, these are your bothers and sisters! We fight together, we live together, and we will get to drink together tomorrow!
diplo
Karnog casts shield and draws his hammer.
"Looks like we put these new defenses to the test lads. Stay strong, and we'll drive them back. Send a runner to the tavern, tell King Grungsdi he's needed a th the wall!"
1d20+14+2 fort
Grung slams down the next drink, he doesn't even grimage
Now! That is a good night! Men, in the morning we fight, remember the comradery of this evening on the morrow, these are your bothers and sisters! We fight together, we live together, and we will get to drink together tomorrow!
1d20+1 diplo
the general roar goes up.
Felicitas moves forward and the smile is a true and honest one.
"I admit, I was looking for you. You see, this town will need able defenders and I think the best defense I can give you is to arm you properly. You see there is an axe that we found. I would feel a lot safer if you used it!"
"An axe...hmm...let's see it."
Nym has no idea why the two ladies are flirting with each other
+2 if enchantment
Nym will reach out and grab the axe as Felicitas pulls it out and wisks it to the pocket dimention in his glove
Domains: Artifice/ Defense (Protection)
Orisons: create water, purify food & drink, resistance, spark
1st (4+1+2):
2nd (4+1+2):
3rd (4+1+1): dispel magic, stone shape(d),
4th (4+1+1): restoration, air walk, spell immunity(d), lesser planar ally,
5th (3+1+1):
6th (2+1+1):
7th (1+1):
Scrolls: CLW (8), scroll of ant haul (3), scroll of comprehend languages (2), scroll of detect undead, scroll of endure elements (2), scroll of hide from undead (2), scroll of magic weapon, scroll of obscuring mist, scroll of remove fear, consecrate (8)
Potions: CLW (3; 1d8+3) ,CMW (2; 2d8+6), magic weapon, anti-toxin
Wand: CLW (50 charges), Lesser Restoration (3 charges), CMW (21 charges), CSW (50 charges)
Combat Gear: Tanglefoot Bags (2), Rod of Extend, Lesser [x][][], Pearl of Power (1st lvl), silver dust (250gp), holy water (10)
Special Powers: Deflection Aura, Dancing Weapons (2), and Protective Aura still left. 2 Second Winds. No channels remain, sadly.
The friendly entertainment slinks on over to you. "Buy me a drink or two?"