Redelia's Ironfang Invasion (Inactive)

Game Master Redelia

The dragon motions folks away from a nearby area, then gives the longshanks a conspiratorial wink as she motions for a few scraps of their clothing to place in a spot in that area.

She then flies up and lets loose a roar.

"YOU IDIOTS! STOP PLAYING WITH THE FOOD! WHY DO I HAVE TO DO ALL THE WORK MYSELF??!!"

After verifying that they are well out of the blast radius, Petra lets loose a large gout of her dragon breath to thoroughly melt where the 'prisoners' 'once stood'.

Taking the scraps of cloth and melting them with a use of Breath Weapon (13d6) should provide good enough of an evidence of the 'ultimate fate' of the prisoners.

Dripple is all about to shoot some blasts of water for effect, but catches himself just in time.

I better not shoot any water or else I'll blow my Dry Guy cover! Hmm what to do...

He kicks up some dirt in a noticeable cloud of fake dry attacks!

"Take this dry dirt attack you stupid hoomins!"

Once the prisoners are up, free, and thoroughly fake-dead, Trinket introduces herself and the others, then gives them 'spectacular' directions to the refugee camp while she heals their wounds.

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (14) + 13 = 27
And using up a bunch of healing spells. How many are needed to get them to full? She can cast cure light a maximum of five times, cure moderate a maximum of five times, and cure serious a total of three times.

Once things died down, he went over to the longshanks to check on their injuries.

Heal: 1d20 + 19 ⇒ (3) + 19 = 22

A total of 5 CLW is enough, or 2 CMW and 1 CLW. They just have some bumps and bruises. They relax and follow your directions to the camp, very confused but grateful. (monsters saving them???)

Having healed them and proven she's a super great hero, Trinket is rather pleased with the day's events. "Well, time to head back to our new villainous bosses. Ready?"

Kwiazy nods to Trinket. "Yeah, wonder what our next 'assignment' will be. This one was almost too easy."

Petrahk grabs up the loose bits and pieces and lets out a contented belch as if perhaps she'd been eating the humans or something. "Well done, after some initial difficulty! Let's report back in!"

Bad-guy Maz Akala slinks along with her bad-guy friends back to the bad-guy camp. She kicks up dust as she walks and even (gasp) spits on the ground to prove how bad she is.

Then she goes to get some food because she is hungry.

Xakroo moves right behind everyone, giving his best little snarl to "intimidate" the longshanks into moving forward, while he has a bit of a hard time convincing Zarvak from just snuggling the humans.

You guys are so cute... :)

back to the Ironfang base, or continuing in the current area?

Base, I assumed, to flaunt our success!

You have returned about 1/3 of the way to the base. perception checks, please, everyone. Bonuses to hearing a conversation apply.

perception: 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (6) + 13 = 19

Xakroo Perception: 1d20 + 15 ⇒ (6) + 15 = 21 +2 if we're in a forest

Perception: 1d20 + 20 ⇒ (13) + 20 = 33

Perception: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (16) + 9 = 25

Perception: 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (17) + 13 = 30

You overhear whispers of several hobgoblins planning to get their superior in trouble for disciplining them. They are going to frame him for practicing 'elf magic.' You don't think the plotters realize you are nearby.

Alaka listens closely for the name of the superior so she can "accidentally" let it slip and warn him, or else tell the minotaur so they seem loyal.

Perception: 1d20 + 20 ⇒ (15) + 20 = 35

But then she wonders what the right thing to do is. They are supposed to be bad and make the bad guys fail, so if bad things happen to bad guys, is that good? She is very confused.

Then she decides, well, I should just tell the superior guy anyway, in case he is really a good guy, because you can't always tell by looks. Even if we have to burn him later, he shouldn't get in trouble for something he didn't do.

But, wait...

What's elf magic? Is it different than the regular kind?

Oops, she said that out loud. She wonders if the hobgoblins heard her.

Trinket clamps a hand over her mouth to stifle her Super-Heroic-Giggles, which often escape when she's doing something super sneaky and fun.

At Alaka's question she mumbles, "Mmmf rrrf mrrmmmmrfff." Then she nods, very proud of herself for sharing her vast knowledge.

Kwiazy scowls as he tries to recall what might be 'elf magic' as opposed to just 'magic', but it's not his field and the difficulty of the question scrambles his thinking for a long moment... finally he just shrugs and whispers to Alaka: <whispering> "I dunno... maybe we find out when we take some action... we could tell their superior... but we not exactly know who it is. Maybe we listen a little more and find out?"

Xakroo pondered over that...what was it about hobgoblins and "elf magic" again?

What Knowledge roll would be used to figure out the connection between hobgoblins and magic?

Alaka stage whispers to Trinket

Trinket, you have your hand over your mouth still. I couldn't understand you. Wait, not Trinket. What was your bad guy name again?

She nods at Kwiazy when he suggests they listen more, and so she does.

But not rolling again because I already did above.

Some of you are goblins, so I think it's fair to say you should automatically know enough about hobgoblins to realize that they look down on arcane magic and describe it as 'elf magic.'

The conspirators do not seem to realize you are around.

Alaka's face lights up when she realizes what "elf magic" is.

She whispers Oh, just regular magic. Watch this!

She casts Summon Minor Monster and sends

Number of Skunks: 1d3 ⇒ 2

two skunks in to spray the hobgoblins a couple of times each, and then she releases them to run so they don't get trampled.

"That isn't 'elf magic'. It's dragon magic. Why wouldn't someone want dragon magic?" murmurs Petra with a bit of a low grumble.

The sudden arrival brings a toothy grin to her countenance.
"Good thinking! Now we can point out the ones trying to disrupt the good order of Commander Kosseruk's army!"

Trinket removes the hand from her mouth, opens her tooth mouth to speak, then clamps her hand right back over her mouth as the skunks start spraying the hobgoblins. Beneath her clammy hand she giggles hysterically, nearly in tears.

After the predictable yells, spraying sounds, and chaos, the hobbogobbos seem to return to camp, and the summoned skunks go back wherever they came from. You're pretty sure you'll have no trouble telling which hobbogobbos were just here. what now, team?

"Quickly, we must report to the Commander what we have learned, and to report our successful mission of dealing with some captives the patrol just found!" Petrahk intones ominously while making her way back to camp, hopefully with the rest of the team. "Good work!"

"As you say, great master!" Telket exclaims, grovelling before the Great Petraxxykssz the Powerful...

Kwiazy nods and moves along with the rest of the group, not eager to catch up to the hobbos who got sprayed. It occurs to him that convincing the head honcho of their success might not be too hard, but hopes Trinket is up to it, as she is probably better at lying than he is... but he moves toward her so they can talk on the way... Better if she needs a hand that they should have their story straight before arriving...

He whispers to Trinket as they walk along... "So what exactly are we gonna say when we get there... I'm good at lying too... I can help you better if I know the story first."

Alaka was just trying to mess with the mean guys who didn't like magic, but once Petra mentions it could be used to identify people, she smiles, glad she came up with such a good idea.

You make your way back into camp, and find a preparations being made for dinner, including roasting meats and baking bread. From the advanced state of preparations, you think the meal will start in just a few minutes.

Dripple sniffs at the (probably) tasty-smelling food and waits for the others to initiate their plan and see what he can do to help.

Alaka smiles and sits down at one of the tables ready to eat, letting the dragon and the good liars take care of the tattle-telling.

Kwiazy holds his breath a moment and sticks out his gut, rubbing it with a satisfied smile on his face. "Well, me just ate but those longshanks were scrawny... Me could eat more." he plops down at a table next to Alaka.

Xakroo sits down, patting Zarvak's head as she settles down next to him. Don't worry girl, I'll make sure we'll get ya something good to eat. he whispered to the raptor.

After getting back to camp Petrahk reports to Kosseruk directly along with any that come along for support.

"Commander, we dealt with the first situation you sent us to handle, freeing up the patrol to get back to their duties and ensuring that there were no survivors. They had no intel on the situation, so we ended them quickly and cleanly.

We did not action on them directly, because we felt it was more important that the Commander make a good impression on the troops by instilling proper discipline and terror in the ranks of the minions." Petrahk offers in brief summary of the excursion. "Do you have other tasks at hand for us after we eat?"

Trinket bows and grovels to both her Great Master and their Most Villainous Commander, nodding at the appropriate moments.

Koserusk roars with laughter at hearing the miscreants will reek of skunk. "We will discuss that after the meal."

If there is nothing else before dinner...

You are all served heaping platters of a wide variety of meats, with a few root vegetables on the side. The meal is loud with hobbogobbos boasting of their exploits and telling stories, some of which make you feel rather queasy.

Kwiazy does his best to not look queasy during the story-telling phase of the meal... He offers up encouragement and huzzahs at each gory detail... swallowing back the bile that threatens to cause him to hurl. He forces smiles as he attempts to wolf down bites of veggies, trying not to imagine where the meat came from... He tosses some meat to the ground hoping it gets eaten by loose animals when no one is looking so it appears he's eating that too.

Alaka eats with gusto, just avoiding any meat from sentient creatures. "Too stringy" she says if anyone questions her, although she doubts they will.

Alaka tells a story too, beginning with details from something that really happened to her, like sneaking into a camp, and then adding some more stuff that happened to her another time, like encountering an ambush, and building it up and up with lots of adventure and detail, and then at the end she calls fire to her hand, laughs a little maniacally, and says and then fire, fire EVERYWHERE, and we win as always. The end.

Xakroo keeps his mouth shut, nibbling on some of the food and giving some to Zarvak while keeping his cool. Hearing some of the exploits nearly makes his blood boil, but he manages to swallow that hatred down with his food just so he won't snap and murder them all. He has to stick to this plan, even if it kills him.

Perception and sense motive, please, team.

Perception: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (11) + 2 = 13
Sense Motive: 1d20 - 2 ⇒ (11) - 2 = 9

Trinket, who is a masterful teller of tales and a not-so-masterful lair -- her tales are always true, after all -- tells an amazing story of the exploits of the greatest dragon she knows!

...She doesn't mention the dragons name, of course, hoping those around her assume it's the one she serves...

...It's not.

Amazing Storytelling: 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (11) + 13 = 24

Did the skunk-smelling people come to dinner yet?

Perception: 1d20 + 20 ⇒ (18) + 20 = 38 (+4 if hidden)

Sense Motive: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (15) + 8 = 23

perception: 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (12) + 13 = 25
sense motive: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (19) + 1 = 20

Dripple pays a lot of attention to whats going on, in between making sure everything around him remains extra dry.

Slightly Earlier

"Understood. I'll keep my minions out of mischief for the time being. Thank you for this opportunity to showcase their skills."

At dinner

Conscience is a horrible thing to have, especially when it's a newer sensation over a lifetime of having less than a care about one's fellow sentients.

Thankfully, a dragon has far fewer obvious 'tells' compared to hobbos and goblins, so Petrahk's glower and reserved air aren't entirely too out of line. Her concern as she watches the food being served is not necessarily the food, but the servers.

She's watching for shifty servers, patterns in their deployment, which tables have two or three 'servants' at them versus a single one that shows up 'every so often', and in general trying to keep 'on mission' under the guise of a 'wary dragon'.

Bluff: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (8) + 8 = 16

Sense Motive: 1d20 ⇒ 15

Perception: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (14) + 9 = 23