Redelia's Ironfang Invasion (Inactive)

Game Master Redelia

Tinker happily scampers off after Poxy.

"Look out Villainous Chefs! The HEROES ARE HERE!"

Alaka searches to see if there is anything cool to take from the remains or the room before she follows.

She casts detect magic and moves around looking for a little while, to make sure she doesn't miss anything.

Perception: 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (4) + 13 = 17 (+4 more if something is hidden)

Alaka does not find anything else in the room, despite her careful searching.

I'll move you into the kitchen tomorrow.

"Munch.. munch.. no one is going to miss this stale bread yeah?" Jarvak says.

As you approach the door to the kitchen, you hear loud arguing. Two satyrs, one waving around a kitchen knife to emphasize what he is saying, are having a heated discussion of what to cook next.

How about cupcakes? suggests Alaka. Cupcakes are scrumptious.

Jynnjun shakes her head. "Nah, these guys won't know how to make cupcakes. They probably don't know what those are" she says, possibly loud enough for the satyrs to hear.

The two creatures turn towards you. "Of course I know what cupcakes are. But you'd better explain them to that idiot over there."

feel free to roll any knowledge, diplomacy, or intimidate checks that apply to what you do

Sense Motive: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (10) + 8 = 18

Oh, of course, sorry.

She turns to the *other* Satyr and starts explaining cupcakes.

You know how messy it can be if you steal... [cough] er, make a whole cake, right? Crumbs everywhere, and so big that everyone wants to share with you. So, a cupcake is like a personal cake that no one can take from you. It is only about this big She holds her hands up in front of her, making a circle the size of a giant muffin and they make it in a cup I think, which is why it is called a cup cake. You can make several cupcakes with the same ingredients as a regular cake, and then everyone gets one and nobody fights... well, they fight less... about who gets more, because everyone gets their own. And it is super-duper yummy. I think it would be a good choice.

"Show me how!" demands the second satyr.

Don't you guys have recipe books around here?

Sense Motive: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2

"WHAT?! Stunned Poxy has never heard of cup cakes!" Poxy pulls out his formula / recipe book and shuffles frantically through the pages. "Hmmm... piggy pot roast... barkskin... soggy troggy footsy cheesey soups... fire sneeze... salted dog toes... monkey fish... spicey kobold tail meatloa---Poxy swears he has never tried that one!"

Profession(Cook): 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (6) + 5 = 11

He looks up at Alaka and the Satyr cooks. "Umm disappointed Poxy has no idea how to makes a cup cake."

The first smirks a little. "Not since HE poured hot oil on it!", pointing to the second.

Oh. says Alaka, looking disappointed.

Well, what do you know how to make? Any kind of dessert would be good.

Or fried bread. If you can make bread, you could fry some with a little oil, and then put some sugar and cinnamon on it. Or butter and honey. That is really good too.

Jarvak starts slobbering at Alaka's descriptions.

"Or fried squirrel. That good too."

waiting a bit to make sure Xakroo and Trinket are here.

Xakroo just stood by, observing the conversation-he didn't like sweets that much, due to his reptilian stomach not handling dairy well. The only real thing he did was stood near Trinket, making damn sure that she wouldn't jump to conclusions and drew out a sword on two satyrs.

Nope! As noted in the discussion, I was not here. Won't be able to post tomorrow, either, but I do have time to make one now!

Waving her sword around, Trinket exclaims, "Surrender villainous chefs! The Great Heroes are here!" She poses dramatically as the people around her talk about desserts.

She smiles brightly. "Ahah! A non-violent victory! How heroic! Now tell me Chefs-in-need-of-redemption, how did you come to live here? What happened to the Amazing Heroes who lived here? And where's your Villainous Boss?"

The satyrs look at Trinket. They're used to some very odd behavior from other fey, but they cannot make heads or tails out of Trinket's actions.

"We'll tell you whatever you want to know after you tell us how to make 'cup-cakes.'"

Err... do you know how to make cake?

If they say yes, awesome. But if no, she will start out with

Well, do you have sugar? And, uh... flour?

If they can't make cake, she's hoping she will run into some ingredient they don't have, so they will be dissuaded, because even though she has seen people make cupcakes before (from hiding in the human bakery to steal food), she's never actually made them herself.

Trinket finds that they do not have sugar.

They start to argue with each other about which of Poxy's recipes they would like to learn.

Jarvak hopes none of Poxy's secretions make it into the cake...

Jarvak starts to look around for anything of interest in the room.

Perception: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (20) + 10 = 30

"Oh you want to learn of of honored Poxy's secret recipies? I knows just the one! This one is called Add Hissy Spittle. It makes your spit so sticky!"

Poxy shows them how as he mixes up an extract of adhesive spittle. If they are not alchemists and following along presumably they just get a drink that makes their spit kind of sticky. Upon completion however, Poxy drinks his and spits it out all over one of the Satyrs. "Ahahaha hilarious Poxy TOLD you it was sticky!"

The extract acts as a Tanglefoot Bag. He gets -2 attack, -4 Dexterity, and must pass a DC 14 Reflex save or be glued to the floor. Mostly only mattering if they decide to go hostile.

Rounds of stickiness: 2d4 ⇒ (1, 1) = 2

Trinket laughs at the amazing sticky goop!

"Ahahahaaha! You're a great chef, Poxy!"

I think if we are being literal about the rules that would start combat, Poxy, but in this case I think that rule would be stupid, so we won't use it.

What about everyone else?

Alaka says Maybe we should go to the next room now before we make more people mad.

Xakroo was already making his way to the next room, trying to avoid the possibly angry glares of the satyrs. I'm already going to the next room, he says bluntly to Alaka. Zarvak follows right behind him.

Are you guys going down the stairs that are in this room, or back out into the previous room, which had stairs up and other exits?

I have no idea where Xakroo is "already" going, but I was thinking back out and to the north to clear this level.

Trinket nods happily. "A fine idea, Alaka of the Burny Flames so Hot! Onward!"

Trinket hurries out of the kitchen and down the hall to the next northern room.

"Look out villains, the Great Heroes are coming!"

I agree with Alaka.

Poxy finishes laughing and follows the others out and toward the north door, calling back to the Satyrs "Keep practicing your sticky spit and soon your sticky spit will be as sticky as sticky-spitted Poxy's sticky spit is!"

The satyrs look confused, because their feelings are a mix of pride at what Poxy has taught them, wondering what it's good for, and sadness that they don't get to try cupcakes.

You go back to the dining hall, and cross to the opposite side. Here, you find the remains of a room that has crumbled, and see nothing of interest, so you return to the dining hall. Down the stairs in the kitchen, or up the stairs in the dining hall, guys? You've finished the current floor in this building.

"Let's go down! The crazy guy was up high, sensible people make their homes underground where it's safe - if we can find sensible people we should I think."

Jynnjun's logic makes sense to Alaka, mostly, so she is ready to follow her down.

"Onward, brave Heroes!" Trinket exclaims, waving her rapier around in the air.

Sure, let's go down.

"Down good. Also more dangerous..." Jarvak gulps.

Jarvak, we escaped a giant hobgoblin raid with survivors-we can handle anything that's down there. I'm betting that's where "The Brother" is too... Xakroo nodded.

Agreed, down we go

You find yourselves in a low-ceilinged cellar is crammed with bags, boxes, and barrels. Stairs ascend along the northern wall, and a stout door leads to the southwest. Another korred stands in this room, and he glares at you.

Jynnjun meets his glare with a friendly "Hey, are you the guy the golem-maker up in the tower calls his brother? We're trying to find the one in charge here."

diplomacy, if required: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (15) + 6 = 21

"It sounds like you're talking about the boss. He's upstairs. I'm just here guarding the pris...." he suddenly stops, like he's remembered he is not supposed to talk about something.

"Speak, villain! The Great Hero Trinket and her Amazingly Easily Fooled Friends and here to stop you!" Trinket exclaims. "Where are the rangers who live here, and what's this ominous Priz? Is it a new, villainous, super-evil weapon? TELL ME!"

Trinket waves her rapier around and poses while she speaks. Cycling through several dramatic poses during her speech.

"Don't worry, we keep her around for jumping in front of owlbears" Jynnjun whispers to the korred. "Yeah, we're here to negotiate with him about them. Could we take a look at the prisoners? I could make it worth your while - a bit of gold, or you might like a vial of an alchemical remedy for disease if you've seen the blight."

bluff?: 1d20 + 15 ⇒ (11) + 15 = 26

:) I'll wait a bit to see if anyone wants to aid that bluff.

Xakroo blinks at Jynnjun, and steps in to try and bluff with her.

Bluff: 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (12) - 1 = 11

Er, um, YES! We are here to negotiate! he stammered, trying his best to look convincing.

"THey need to be inspechted for healthy porpoises," Jarvak says.

Bluff: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (7) + 6 = 13

Bluff Assist: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (12) + 2 = 14

We just want to talk to them. Won't take long.

"Well, OK..."

"Lead the way!" Jarvak says. He trails behind the others so he can peek inside the crates and barrels.

Perception: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (6) + 10 = 16

Thank you. Please open the door for us. We'll knock when we're ready to come back out.

"Open it yourself. I only agreed to look away."