Redelia's Ironfang Invasion (Inactive)

Game Master Redelia

"Awww... she likes that! Good to meet you Zaravk." Kwiazy steps forward and bows to the raptor..

I forget if you had Zaravk when I played last, so I'm guessing no, or at least Kwiazy doesn't recall formally meeting her, so this is his chance

"Hey Kwiazy! I've got a sword even bendier than yours now, and it's magic!" Jynnjun waves her sickle around proudly. The edge glitters with ice from the spell stored within. "Have you found any cool magic stuff while you were away?"

Know (geography), just to see how unfamiliar she is with the area: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (18) + 5 = 23

"And what do you think, should we go and cross Kosseruk?"

Kwiazy's eyes grow wide with wonder as he sees Jynnjun's spiffy sickle. "That be SO pretty!" He walks closer to get a better view of it... reaches out and touches the handle with one finger.. "It looks like it should be cold, but iz not... So fancy! Where it come from? Me hopes you tore it from the cold, dead fingers of something nasty!" He grinz at Jynnjun.

"Me not find a lot... me busy helping refyoogeez, so not much things to find, but me get two good things to keep. Fancy new gloves! See?" he holds up his gloved hands. "Me help friends kill bad things with them. Oh, and pretty new shirt... Made all with snakey stuff." He shrugs as he realizes it's not very much, but he's happy with the two items.

Petrahk casually leans back near Kwiazy to reveal a brief glimpse of a black-scaled vest and a belt holding her robes around her waist.

"Those seem to be very popular lately. Not that I'd ever just wear snake-stuff." she offers with a mirthful sniff. "Spell-storing is an impressive feat, though!"

"You haz one too?!! Wonderfulness! Mine not black though... and bigger.. mine iz whole shirt, so different I guess. Spell storing? what be that?" Kwiazy looks genuinely confused.

"Elementary, my dear Kwiazy! It's HEROIC! That's what!" Trinket nods wisely.

"Uh, heroic, sure, but it also does this." Jynnjun cuts a hapless sapling with her sickle and quickly demonstrates the effects of frigid touch. "It stores spells, see? Anyway, are you back for good, or just a while Kwiazy?"

"Me was helping the refyoogees... for a while, but me back now... for good, me hope" He watches Jynn freeze the poor tree and lofts one brow comically. "That be super speshul... Mine doesn't do that.. it pertects me. Like armor, but not armor. Makes safe from poison too. I like yours! Super speshul icy powers!!!"

"Haha it's all frosty! I want to do it too!"

Dripple squints his eyes together in concentration and pointa at another tree; water coalesces from thin air around it and coats it in slippery ice. Not that it does anything impressive, it's just all frosty, but it seems to make the goblin happy.

"Look it's a frosty tree! You guys are great!"

Trinkle lets out a high-pitched laugh. "AHahahahahahaha! Wonderful, Dripple! I hereby name you: Dripple the Wet and Icy Hero-In-Training!" She smiles. "You should be proud! There's one other Hero-In-Training, too! Harik the Redeemed and Now Super Cool Hero-In-Training! Stick with us and one day you'll be TRUE HEROES!"

She poses dramatically, demonstrating the grandeur and majesty of a TRUE HERO...

Xakroo just sighed, mentally noting that he needs to get used to Trinket's "heroism". And praying to Aspu that Dripple didn't rub that off, as well as praying that Trinket didn't get herself killed.

The dragonette resists the urge to make a comment as the frost-lengths start getting compared, and rubs her eye-ridges.

Definitely not face-palming.

"We should probably avoid doing that too much." she opines as she watches the trees thaw. "It might draw unwanted attention."

"Maybe hurt the trees too?" Kwiazy comments as he sees the frost on teh tree and recalling that frost tends to kill off some plants.

"Uh, yeah," Jynnjun says uneasily. Surfacers' reverence for their giant frilly green mushrooms can be unsettling, and suggesting destroying the evidence here might just provoke it. "Shall we hit the road then? Let's have that attention be way behind us when it turns this way."

Trinket points off into the distance, posing dramatically. "ONWARD, HEROES! TO GLORY!"

Onward!

"um... yeah, let's go... maybe on the way, you could fill Kwiazy in on what you been doing and where we be going... and why. Kwiazy not know these things"

Err... I don't remember most of it honestly. The rangers asked us to go help some miners in Radya's Hollow and maybe get their help, and then go check out someplace called Longshadow. ... Um, yeah. That's all I know. But they are good guys, so I am sure it is a good idea.

"Not that I NEED to be involved with this or anything, or course." Petrahk begins.

"Hobgoblins running around making a mess of things and being total jerks along with murdering villages and enslaving a whole bunch of folks is definitely not a good thing. We managed to rescue some Rangers and take out a dragon that the enemy was using to bolster their forces. I want to see if they have any other dragons that need to be taken out. As far as history beyond that, you'd have to ask folks that have done more."

"OH! Kwiazy missed a dragon? Me want to see one... well.. you're one too, but Kwiazy means a big one with wings and stuff... And stopping bad hobgobbos iz a ..." looks over at Trinket and winks at her "Good hero thing to do, right?"

You didn't miss too much with the dragon. We took him out faster then I thought-not before I got covered with its spit. Xakroo huffed, still scratching his skin a bit as he could feel the spit on him even now.

"It is!" Trinket nods. "but Xakroo is right. That dragon was overwhelmed by our Heroics! It was not a very epic battle. I hope the next time it will be! "

Would anyone like to try a knowledge(geography) or knowledge(local) check to see what you know about the area you'll be travelling through?

Also, are you guys more in the mood for combat or story right now? The next part is supposed to be a bunch of random-feeling combats as you travel; we can do all of them, I can pick the most interesting one, or we can just skip them.

At least one combat IMO to try out stuff we gained with the last level.

knowledge (geography): 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (4) + 5 = 9

I'd be interested in a few of the combats if they look like interesting ones.

Knowledge geography: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (4) + 12 = 16 18 if we're in a forest

also I'm down to some combat at well

Knowledge Local: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (6) + 2 = 8

I'm in for a fight or two, but I agree with Petrahk. I'd like to see the impact of the Ironfang on the region. I'm in for flavour!

I'm good with whatever the group wants as a whole... however a good balanced mix of combat and story would be great imo

oh just gonna add that I do prefer seeing the Ironfang's impact first

Results from your knowledge checks: The region covers the dry foothills between the Fangwood and the Mindspin Mountains, and is home to many strange creatures, including griffons and bulettes. Natural caverns and lava tubes pock the area, as well as large deposits of copper, gold, iron, salt, and various minerals, and despite the predators and infertile soil, many small mining communities—such as Radya’s Hollow—have sprung up. Longshadow, the local trade center, is one of the largest towns in Nirmathas south of Skelt, and like Skelt it survives through refining and smithing the various metals mined throughout the region before shipping finished goods to Tamran or the war front.

Aubrin and the rangers make sure you have camping gear.
Please make a list of the gear such as tents and rations you bring with. Do not worry about the cost of it, as long as it is mundane gear, within reason.

Well guys, let's keep our eyes on the sky and the ground, Xakroo huffed, I do not want anyone taken by a griffon or bulette on my watch. And we might need to be very quiet-as in, not announcing where we are. He gave a raised nonexistent eyebrow to Trinket, hoping she'd catch on. Not only to prevent any predators attacking, but also so any hobgoblin patrol doesn't find us. We'll also need to find a way so our tracks won't lead them here...

Trinket packs up a tent, bedroll, blanket, fluffy pillow, green flannel pyjamas (with the word 'HERO' written on the back in purple sequins), two waterskins, a small barrel of fresh water, a grooming kit, a mess kit, and a weeks worth of trail rations in her handy haversack. (Note: Some of that gear she already owned. The only thing she's adding is the tent, rations, the barrel of water, and the second waterskin.)

As Xakroo is helping the others pack, he packs his own supplies-tent, bedroll, blankets (one for him, one for Zarvak), a little basket with dead rats (again, for Zarvak), a waterskin, and plenty of rations for the trip.

Not being that good at packing for adventures, Dripple tries to keep track of the others and make sure he gets the same stuff. A tent, bedroll, rations, etc.

When he sees Trinket grab a couple waterskins, Dripple does too. When he sees her grab a barrel of water he shrugs. He tilts his head and opens his mouth comically wide as he summons a small deluge of fresh water from thin air above him that falls neatly into his awaiting maw. "AH! Icy cold!"

He gets excited when he spots Xakroo's bag of rats. "Oh those look tasty! Can I get a bag of rats too?" He inquires in general, not yet knowing where everyone gets the best stuff like that from around here.

Kwiazy rummages around and picks out some items to take along on the trip. He acquires a second canteen, a bedroll and blanket, a mug, 2 fishhooks and 50' of string, a sewing needle and 50' of thread, a signal whistle, a week of rations, a whetstone, a small tent, 3 more alchemist's fires, and an area map because pictures are okay.

He watches Dripple make water out of thin air and grinz. "That be cute trick. Kwiazy can make water too!" He turns his back on the others and pees on a tree, then turns back grinning.

"Me ready to go!"

Petrahk picks up a canteen, an extra bedroll and a blanket, flint+steel, a silver mirror, a fluffy pillow, a medium tent with a tent cover, a folding chair, a hammock, ten vials (empty), 50' of silk rope, two weeks of rations, a bear bag, a bucket, four alchemist's fires, 3 liquid ice, a fake map, and a light pick before putting it all into her haversack.

"We are going into a hilly area, right? Does anyone think we're going to need actual climbing gear versus a bunch of rope?"

Xakroo raises a nonexistent eyebrow at Dripple. Um...I think I can help you collect a few rats when we get back. I do have a couple more if you'd like.

He then looked at Petrahk once she asked about climbing gear. That...may not hurt to take, he responded, and searched around to find any suitable climbing gear.

Kryptyk and Jynjunn, are you grabbing any camping gear?

"Wait wait wait wait wait...."

Dripple scrunches his eyes in concentration again, and summons a small pouring stream of water like from a faucet in front of Kwiazy.

"Don't forget to wash your hands!"

Kwiazy takes off his gloves and washes his hands dutifully and with ungoblin-like diligence to personal hygiene. He dries his hands and puts his gloves back on with a smile and a nod to Dripple. "Thanks! Handy trick, that be."

I am, I just haven't had time to make a list. I'll have something soon.

Area Map
Camouflage Blankets (whatever terrains we are likely to encounter)
Grappling Hook
Rope
Signal Whistle
Masterwork Snorkel
Waterproof Bags
Pathfinder's Kit
Masterwork Survival Kit

Jynnjun???

Aside from picking up one of every kind of food, Jynnjun doesn't pick up anything new. "I trust my magic" she murmurs.

The supply of food in her sorcerer's kit goes from 5 to 15 days.

Petrahk was going to make a comment to Jynn's, but decides against it for now.

"Feels like we're missing something important -- Holy water. Not that we should need it, but if we don't have it and we do need it..."

Trinket giggles. "Hoy water? Why would I need that? I'll just stab any ghosts with my HERO'S BLADE! AHAHAHAHAAAA!"

Xakroo just rolled his eyes, Well, IF any ghost or demon or devil or...whatever, can stand up to your hero's blade and drag you to the Abyss, THEN what? He then looked at Petrahk and nodded, Holy water is a good idea.

Dripple grins as he concentrates on aquatic mysteries of the universe again. This time he pulls some of the water right out of Trinket's barrel. He holds it in place in a sheet about an inch thick, and pokes his finger through a couple times, creating several holes.

"See? We already has holey water! Ahahaha!"

"Wait.. that doesn't work on water! Water fills holes as fast as you make them. Kwiazy knows!" He stares in surprise when it works, blinking dumbfoundedly.

Alaka gets a medium tent, a folding chair, a hammock, an ioun torch, 2 extra weeks of rations, and lots of extra soap because she wants to try to figure out how those people at the carnival make soapy water that can turn into bubbles.

After careful consultation with Aubrin and the rangers, yo set out on your journey. The first day, you don't see many signs of the Ironfang Legion, but you do see random trees cut down and left to rot, and a few mostly rotted animal carcases.

As it reaches evening time, you find a place to camp and settle in.
OK, you are camping for the night. What do you do?