Reign of Winter (group two) (Inactive)

Game Master Whack-a-Rogue

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♫Once upon a December...♫

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I'm here!

Yay! We'll start after I finish dinner. :-)

And we're off!

It's a pleasant day in Heldren as you exit The Silvered Stoat (or your house) this morning. The sun is shining, the birds are singing, and there's not a cloud in sight. In other words, it's the perfect day for a festival!

The day starts off with a short speech from the council head, Ionnia Teppen. She gives a warm welcome to all visitors and promises that this festival will be the best one yet. "You may think you've seen it all before, but this year will be one you'll never forget! We gathered only the most beautiful butterflies, and I do believe that Desna herself couldn't have done better. I promise you, you won't believe your eyes when you see them." With that, the fun begins!

Check the Campaign Info tab for a map of Heldren and a list of games. Have fun! :-)

Neverhome lets out an overly loud yawn as he steps out of the inn and overhears Teppen's speech. "This place seems pretty happy... almost uncomfortably so." he states to no one in particular as he makes his way to the festivities.

Knowledge (Local): 1d20 - 2 ⇒ (6) - 2 = 4

Just wandering around taking everything in atm, although the Fencing competition did catch his eye.

Silence awoke early as was his custom. He rose early and gathered his things bundled amongst his saddlebags. He wasnt sure how 'dressed' he should take things, he was already certain to be an oddity. He armed himself before he head downstairs, helm under his arm and his sashimono held under the other arm. He nodded to those he passed making sure to keep rigid.
knowledge local: 1d20 ⇒ 16

When he stepped outside the first thing he did was carefully take the sashimono and slide it behind him into the rings fastened to hold the 'battleflag' upright. It was a smaller banner, the silk flag itself bobbed a half dozen inches above his head. He glanced about the town, he had seen so little of it the night before his tail idly swishing behind him. He indeed was looking for the archery grounds, though he saw what appeared to be some sort of riding compition and every some sort of melee combat... interesting times indeed. He glanced about to find that maiden from the night before, she had mentioned about seeing him at the festival.
perception: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (12) + 4 = 16

Meandering around the fair grounds Lyosha spots some familiar faces over at the Tug-of-War contest. With a slight smirk he says to himself, "No idea what that is, but it's bound to fun with those people."

Erika steps out into the bright morning sun and yawns. Mmmm what a lovely day, let's go see what trouble we can get into As she strolls through the wandering crowds she tries to take in as much as she can about the days events. Local: 1d20 ⇒ 4

As she wanders she hears about an archery contest and meanders her way over to the arena. She looks at the range and her heart leaps into her throat. There's no way I can reach those far targets... She curses under her breath at the misfortune but decides to take her hand anyway. When her turn arrives she lets fly five arrows towards the nearest target.
Arrow1: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (15) + 1 = 16
Arrow2: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 = 4
Arrow3: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 1 = 5
Arrow4: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (7) + 1 = 8
Arrow5: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (7) + 1 = 8

As only one arrow strikes the target she sighs and slinks off away from the field a bit dejected by the loss. She is so distracted infact that she nearly bumps into Silence.

He startles making a cute little mreeow noise for amoment then he smiles broadly. "Good morning friend, the morning finds you well yes yes?" he began glancing torwards the archery fields. He too frowned a bit at the distances. "if i had my yumi, this might be a bit different but..." He shrugged and took his shortbow. "Shall we see what targets i can hit yes yes?"

Silence will fire at the furthest target first, and if he hits it will repeat the next shot at it as well. If he misses it he will move one range target down. Same thing applies miss move down hit again
arrow1: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (19) + 4 = 23
arrow2: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (3) + 4 = 7
arrow3: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (11) + 4 = 15
arrow4: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (4) + 4 = 8
arrow5: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (12) + 4 = 16

Finding himself at the field with targets and archers Neverhome eyes each of the archery targets warily while he fumbles with the longbow that was loaned to him for the competition, it is clear to anyone watching that this person has never held a bow before as the constant rapping of the arrow against the wood pervades for a few moments before he is finally able to steady his aim. Eyeing the the first target he begins to pull back on the arrow, but he makes out some slight jeering and laughing from the crowd. "Screw it.' he mumbles under his breath, and switches his aim towards the farthest target.

Arrow 1: 1d20 + 2 - 8 ⇒ (3) + 2 - 8 = -3
Arrow 2: 1d20 + 2 - 8 ⇒ (2) + 2 - 8 = -4
Arrow 3: 1d20 + 2 - 8 ⇒ (16) + 2 - 8 = 10
Arrow 4: 1d20 + 2 - 8 ⇒ (8) + 2 - 8 = 2
Arrow 5: 1d20 + 2 - 8 ⇒ (15) + 2 - 8 = 9
hehe whoops, counted the 0-100ft increment into the penalty too, lets try that again.

"Well that went better than I expected." Content that he was able to hit the target at least once he hands the longbow back to the person running the contest before turning and noticing Silence and Erika. "Oh! Pleasant to see you here, and congratulations on hitting the far target Nimble Cat Spirit. Any other games caught your eyes?"

Hobbes, feeling very good after the previous night decides to try his luck fencing. "Maybe the goils will be impressed when I win this one."

I'm late Im late I'm late I'm late!

The door of the Silvered Stoat swings open, and an panicked Zsestrian run out of it, almost tripping over himself.

Damn! Always up at 5 of the morning, and the day I absolutely have to do something I oversleep!
"I hope I didn't miss the butterflies... he said, while hazy,distant memories started to crept into his head.
No worries interrupted Crow, always sitting on his shoulder, pointing with his beak at the council head who was giving her speech.
Oh, thanks Desna. sighed with relief Zsestrian, and then furrowed his brow.
Why did I said that?

After hearing the speech (and being relieved that there WILL be butterflies), he sift trough his head to recall something about the festival
Know.(local): 1d20 ⇒ 10
"No dice". The witch morale was a little dampened. To cheer himself up, he first joined one of the festival games.

After the Trivia contest, the raven suddenly flew off his shoulder.
Neverhome! Neverhome! croaked to the half-orc at the archery contest. Zsestrian followed him, and warmly greeted Lyosha "oh, here you are! I was just wondering if you were at the festival too!

Have to go, here the rolls for the tug-of-war

Having his name croaked by a raven gave him a start, making him turn to face the approaching Raven and Crow. "Ah, it is good to see you Mr. Raven..." And then turning towards Crow, ".. And you too sacred raven."

Falling asleep that night was one of the hardest things Blik had ever done. Between his huge empty room, his excitment for the festival, and this whole 'sleeping through the night' thing Blik got a really late start.

Rushing out of the inn, Blik will spend time frantically running from one attraction to the next, excited to see everything in the fair. He'll finally stop at the Trivia Booth, eager to see how much he's learned about the world.

Knowledge: Nature: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (20) + 7 = 27
Knowledge: Arcane: 1d20 ⇒ 15
Knowledge: Religion: 1d20 ⇒ 1
Knowledge: History: 1d20 ⇒ 16
Knowledge: Planes: 1d20 ⇒ 7
Knowledge: Nobility: 1d20 ⇒ 19
Knowledge: Dungeoneering: 1d20 ⇒ 8
Knowledge: Geography: 1d20 ⇒ 13
Knowledge: Local: 1d20 ⇒ 14
Knowledge: Engineering: 1d20 ⇒ 14

The Creature in the Dark sure did teach Blik a lot! After enjoying himself with trivia Blik will rush to the tug of war. Blik is the strongest member of his colony, maybe he can make a few friends showing off his strength.

"I can help! I can help!"

Not sure how many we need, but here we go
Strength Check: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (9) + 1 = 10
Strength Check: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (8) + 1 = 9
Strength Check: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (17) + 1 = 18
Strength Check: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (14) + 1 = 15
Strength Check: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (13) + 1 = 14

"So, how are you doing, Lyosha? Tried the archery contest? I would give it a shot too, but last time i tried to use a bow, it flew off instead of the arrow.I didn't even know they could do that!" the witch said, and then started laughing. "Can confirm" croaked the raven, while nodding in agreement.
Zsestrian then made to greet the two people that Neverhome was talking to.

"Good morning miss, and you too, feline friend."
I still have to figure out if he is a "he" at all. Wouldn't be nice to mistake someone gender...
Crow felt Zsestrian nervousness and would have raised an eyebrow, if he had one. He couldn't know, tough, that was for something as trivial as the cat-man gender.

"I'm sorry, but I didn't catch your names yesterday at the tavern. I'm Zsestrian Raven, by the way." he smiled.
"Have you tried the archery competition, too? You two look like someone that can wield a bow with great skill. More skill than me, anyway! he added with a laugh.

Also, when talking to them, Zsestrian will try to discern Silence gender by his voice, name (that won't be much of a help, I suppose :P) and build.
Perception: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (19) + 2 = 21
Knowledge (Nature): 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (7) + 8 = 15

If you're wondering when Zses didn't catch Silence gender, it was in the tavern the day before. As soon as I understand how to link posts, I'll put that here. <.<
Here it is!

Erika watches as several Silence's arrows strike targets. "Congrats... you seem to have done much better than I." She smiles slightly, but it seems somewhat pained.

"Bows and arrows were always a luxury growing up so we contented ourselves with spears and axes. And rocks."

Game Results (so far)

Archery
Silence is in the lead with 24pts. Second place is Neverhome with 12pts. Third place is Erika with 1pt.

Trivia
Zsestrian is in the lead with 8 correct answers. Blik is in Second place with 4 correct answers.

Tug-o-War
Silence, Neverhome, and Blik are currently playing. They're putting up some big numbers, but will they be enough to prevail against Group One? Up to three more people can assist, otherwise I'll be forced to supply NPCs, as Group One has pretty much everyone engaged. :-)

You can play as many games as you want - or explore the town. This part is pretty sandbox. :-)

Oh, I forgot the Fencing update!

Hobbes utterly annihilates his opponent in an incredible display of skill. He easily scores the required 3 touches in mere seconds.

"If you'll pardon me for a second I'd like to see if my sword arm is still decent."
With a short now he dismisses himself from the others and briskly makes his way to the fencing competition.

It's just for the festival and training. Don't hurt them. Don't hurt them...

It's a bit of a struggle, but Neverhome is able to score the requisite 3 touches before his opponent can touch him.

I'll pitch in at Tug O' War, We can tailor the RP around to make it work.

Strength: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (15) + 2 = 17
Strength: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (6) + 2 = 8
Strength: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (19) + 2 = 21
Strength: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (10) + 2 = 12
Strength: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (19) + 2 = 21

It's currently 4 vs. 3 (and one goat). I'll give it a little longer to see if anyone else wants in. :-)

Not bad for somebody doing it for fun. Although it does strike me as odd that this place has no walls or guards. Are the southern lands really that safe and carefree to be like this, and to have this 'festival' as well. Best I return to the people from the inn.

It's currently 4-on-5 and very close. :-) Anyone else joining?

well since he is needed. :)
str check1: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (12) + 2 = 14
str check2: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (6) + 2 = 8
str check3: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (4) + 2 = 6
str check4: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (11) + 2 = 13
str check5: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (6) + 2 = 8

Silence frowned softly at his companions (erika's) slightly pained smile.
"My father was Laridal Tarakeda, a noted expert in the art of yabusame. He paused for a moment smiling and offering a short little bow to Zsestrian Raven. "Yabusame is the art of firing upon the target from the back of a galloping horse, I spent of course, many hours in practice for my father's honor. Good Morning friend Zzestrian. Indeed the spirits were with us this morning. I am named 'The Quiet pause one moment before the pounce upon ones prey, in a cool winter evening with a slight wind blowing from the east.' But my father and my friends call me Silence. " He smiled and offered his large paw-like hand. It was customary in these lands he believed.

He spotted the tug of war and a team a few members short He tilted his head."What game is this with the rope?" He asked his whiskers twitching along with his tail.

to neither confirm nor deny things The armor he is wearing doesnt seem to have... adjustments for endowments in the chest region. But i would say that is more a hint than a straight givaway. :)

Hobbes will join in as well, just to show off his muscles. :)

After our stalwart halfling annihilates his opponent, he flexes his arms for the crowd. "Who's bad? I'm bad!" Seeing the tug-o-war as another chance to test his mettle, he will join team 1 in their efforts!.

Str: 1d20 ⇒ 17
Str: 1d20 ⇒ 19
Str: 1d20 ⇒ 19
Str: 1d20 ⇒ 6
Str: 1d20 ⇒ 11

Zsestrian shake Silence hand vigorously "That's a wonderful name, really!"
Wonderful as it is, it doesn't tell me if he is a guy or not!
"And, Yabusame? Never heard of it, but it sounds particularly hard." He would have added that the discipline name sounded extremely exotic, but he wasn't sure of that. He could even be from the land that discipline was practiced, for all he remembered!

He took the bow that was offered to him. He then said with a chuckle"If you insist! Just...". Crow flew off his shoulder, and landed near Slence and Erika "Get to safety. Far. Fast." the raven said to the two.

Zsestrian will aim to the nearest target, to avoid slaughtering by accident all the innocents bystanders...

IhopeIdontkillanyonebow Shot 1: 1d20 - 2 ⇒ (7) - 2 = 5
IhopeIdontkillanyonebow Shot 2: 1d20 - 2 ⇒ (19) - 2 = 17
IhopeIdontkillanyonebow Shot 3: 1d20 - 2 ⇒ (18) - 2 = 16
IhopeIdontkillanyonebow Shot 4: 1d20 - 2 ⇒ (15) - 2 = 13
IhopeIdontkillanyonebow Shot 5: 1d20 - 2 ⇒ (16) - 2 = 14

Zsestrian head was completely off while he was shooting
It didn't seem like a lady-like hand grip

Or she's just really, really flat

Yeah, Zses ideas of amazons(or their equivalent in Golarion) are a little off. Didn't grab Knowledge(Amazons) :P

And GM Your benevolent dictator, I'm on the tug-of-war, too! Already posted them in my first post today (Even if I did list them accidentally as perception checks...)

"Told ya Ravens are good luck." Neverhome gives a 'hmph' of surprised impressed at seeing Raven hit the target with 4 of his shots. "If that was a wolf it'd be," he takes a moment to count the arrows, using his thumb to tap each finger so he keeps count, "... Four differant kinds of dead."

Tug-o-War Results
Group One
Round 1 - 26 (Maldrek was key)
Round 2 - 30 (Maldrek was key)
Round 3 - 26 (Sigrun was key)
Round 4 - 20 (Sigrun was key)
Round 5 - 27 (Eredhaias was key)

Group Two
Round 1 - 27 (Erika/Hobbes were key)
Round 2 - 22 (Zsestria was key)
Round 3 - 29 (Erika was key)
Round 4 - 21 (Blik was key)
Round 5 - 27 (Erika was key)

The game starts off with both sides closely matched, but Group One slowly starts to lose ground. Maldrek is able to stem the assault for a few moments, but Group Two's strength is unyielding. Just when it seems that Group One is in for a mud bath, Eredhaias and Gruff give a valient rally and manage to narrowly avert disaster. Although Group Two claims the victory, nobody gets covered in filth.

Awesome game, everyone. Until the last three people joined in, it was a dead heat: 2 wins each with a tie in the last round. Hope y'all had fun. :-)

You missed the part where I helped out Team 1, not Team 2. But I guess for party unity, I won't betray them. :)

Both Allie and her goat were on the rope, so there wasn't any room. Besides, you ended up on the winning team, so any ladies watching the epic contest of epicness will be VERY impressed with you. ;-)

Well, you also make a convincing argument there. I can't argue with that. :)

"Yeah it was probably luck. Besides, the target was so close that I could have directly poked it with the bow." he gives a broad smile to the half-orc.
"If it was a real wolf" croaked Crow, while resuming his rightful place on Zsestrian shoulder "it would have been munching on his leg by now". "That too" nodded the boy in agreement.

During the tug-of-war, Zsestrian would have expected Lyosha or Silence to give the biggest show of strength. Instead, he could only see a girl, the catfolk's friend from before, that was pulling like a bull.

Gods, that girl has BRAWN

Huzzah!

Neverhome pulls a silver coin out of his pocket and holds it up, trying to catch Crow's attention with it. "Raven very good luck."

Silence politely applauded their efforts indeed noting like Zsestrian that Erika was feirely competing. "All the strength of Tomoe Kengawa, friend, i am impressed." He began smiling broadly and patting Erika on the back. A low rumbling echoed from the large felines belly and he smiled all toothily.
"Who is up for some food. I would like to see what other wonders this festival has before the flutterbye's are released yes yes."

Neverhome's eyes widen at the mention of food. "They give food away food too!?!?"

Local farmers donate some of their wares, and The Silvered Stoat supplies free meals as needed. If you want brunch, it's available. :-)

There's no strife here. No need for guards nor walls. Everyone is enjoying themselves and being merry, and there's food and drink for everyone. Maybe I did die when I fell into the river, would explain all the weird creatures I've met here. Where is Alma though?"

Knowledge (Religion) to see if this is the afterlife: 1d20 - 2 ⇒ (16) - 2 = 14

"To the victor goes the spoils, and that's me." Hobbes rubs his hands together in anticipation before he digs into the food.

One of the Gnome sisters from last night (Percy) comes in second place at the Trivia Contest with 5 correct answers.

They're doing more RP than gaming at the moment, so no real updates on their side. Not that that's a problem of course. ;-) I'll move the game forward once everyone here seems to be winding down contest-wise.

I guess I should try to have more fun. Upon seeing the horse riding competition will make his way the person in charge before taking off his armor and climbing on. Don't really have to worry about breaking my neck if I'm already dead.

"That hurt slightly."

"Ah! I think I got it."

"Definitely hafta to get me one of these. Riding is a lot of fun!"

After collecting his gear he continues to move about the festival until he comes upon all the strange and varied creations at the crafting contest. Hmmm, don't really have anything to use... Wait a second. As he contemplated the contest he feels a slight looseness in his mouth. His right 'tusk' had been knocked loose, probably due to the first two attempts at riding that horse. Ehhh, sure, why not. he proceeds to yank the loose canine out of his mouth and begins to carve into it.

Craft (Scrimshaw): 1d20 - 2 ⇒ (6) - 2 = 4

The tooth shatters as he tries to carve using one of his harpoons. Probably should have asked if they had a knife I could borrow. Oh well.

Erika smiles at the results of the strength contest. " Perhaps I work better when I aid others rather than relying on myself." She hugs Silence warmly and then nods to him. "Ooh food of course, I didn't realize how hungry I was." her stomach growls at the mention of food. "Where should we go?"