Rise of the Rune Lords (Inactive)

Game Master fatmanspencer

Is there a map for this or is it Theater of the Mind? Do we have init?

Feeling a bit more confident with Ansley up front and relieved to see Rigel talking again, Syeira takes aim with her crossbow and lets a bolt fly at the creature. "Best to take it out before its aware of us."

Ranged Attack: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (20) + 4 = 24
damage: 1d8 ⇒ 5
Crit Confirm: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (11) + 4 = 15
damage: 1d8 ⇒ 4

Taking his cue from Ansley and Syeira, Rigel takes aim at the huge creature and throws a war dart at the bugbear, feeling a bit more confident than even he normally feels. Too bad it doesn't make his aim any better.

Dart: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (7) + 2 = 9
Dart, BOL: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (2) + 2 = 4

The bugbear roars its displeasure, shaking and shattering nearby windows. It turns around, head darting back and forth, and it slowly lumbers closer to the group. One can not be sure the attacks are doing anything besides making it mad, but it was clearly disabled in someway from the explosion. You would think you have maybe 1 more round before it manages to be within striking range of one of you.

Frowning as the creature shambles towards them, Rigel begins to mumbles, pulling a bit of butter of all things from his pack. As he finishes his incantation, a small patch of the ground where the bugbear is standing is suddenly coated with slick grease, hopefully tying the beast up long enough until they could deal with it. He then discretely steps back, making sure Ansley was between him and the creature. He had his pretty face to protect!

Casting Grease (DC 14), then moving 15' back

Runt casts a summon monster and moves back too, making sure to keep someone between her and the monster at all times. The Augmented Fiendish Dog rushes the Bugbear and tries to take a chunk out of it. The dog is placed behind the bugbear if possible, to the side if not.

To Hit: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (10) + 4 = 14
Damage: 1d4 + 3 ⇒ (1) + 3 = 4

With a grunt Ansley places herself directly in the path of the bugbear

This is going to hurt. But rather it attack me then others.

and with her shield high swings with her heavy mace.

"By the wings of the butterfly you will not hurt more people.

Mace: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (12) + 3 = 15
Damage: 1d8 + 3 ⇒ (7) + 3 = 10

With the bugbear appearing unfazed, Syeira closes her eyes and focuses. Her eyes flick open as she utters "Kesem Teel". She outstretches her fingertips as two mystical spheres manifest and hurtle towards the beast.

Cast magic missile
Magic Missile Damage: 2d4 + 2 ⇒ (4, 2) + 2 = 8

Noro, if you want to post you can, if not, let me know and I'll continue with the battle.

last I posted there was some explosion, so Noro ran to see what that was. not sure where everyone is right now. also had lost of stuff at work going on. so sorry about not posting sooner.

Its quiet alright, we can move on without it disrupting anything. Just checking in.

As the group swings and shoots, the towering bugbear lets out a scream of pure rage, until Syeira lets her magic run across it. It is hit square in the chest, stepping forward towards Ansley, raising one giant paw as if to attack, before it's chest burst open, and it falls over, defeated and dead. It is clear that it was previously injuried, otherwise you are unsure if you would have survived the encounter.

Looking around, everything seems to be under control, but more than one pair of eyes saw the group take on the bugbear, and saw it fall dead before you.

"Well, poor bugger ran into the wrong bunch of citizens, didn't it. Say, see any more goblins?"

Having seen the group down a bugbear, Runt is anxious to get more comeuppance on goblins if she can.

Ansley suppresses a slight shiver as the beast falls. Was not looking forward to taking the hits from that thing. I do wonder what happened to it.

"Aye Runt, must keep our focus on those little buggers."

She listens for yells for help and will move in that direction.

Rigel blew out a sigh of relief as the huge beast fell, taking a step to the right from behind Ansley before anyone can notice him cowering there, hopefully. As the shorter dwarves start to head off, the actor locks eyes with Syeira for a moment before following the short duo. Staying behind the odd couple seemed prudent to the young man.

With the battle done, Syeira visibly shakes as the adrenaline leaves her body. "I know it was for the protection of the town, but I've never used my magic to hurt anything before. And the look Rigel gave me, what does it mean?"

As these thoughts pass through her head, Syeira takes a few moments and deep breaths to collect herself before looking for anyone who might need assistance from the carnage.

Brushing the dust and blood, and what else may be all over her. well that was interesting. she says, rather confident in her abilities.

she give a glance at Rigel, then to Syeira. unsure what to say or do about what is going on, she tries to put it out of mind.

best check with the sheriff. I do not want to get blamed for all of this.

"Little chance of that I would think. Lets stick together I am sure he will be where the most trouble is."

As the group heads about town, they discover that it was really fires that needed putting out, or the odd missing pet, or that old woman Withershanks cat took off, and she swears it was those darn green kids again, they had been rummaging in her rose garden you see, but nothing of note truly happens. However, in the search to return Miss Withershanks cat, Mr cuddlesworth, who was not at all cuddly until Noro came close, you overhear that someone named Foxglove was saved from a bugbear by some local heros. On the way back to return Mr cuddlesworth, you overhear a similar tale, only this time it was two iron golems. By the time you all make it back to the town square, rumors have been flying about how a group of heros saved Foxglove, and that they would get a rich reward once he made it back from that far off town he lived in.

Runt adds fuel to the fire whenever she can. The last thing she needs is notoriety and to have the Lamashtuans come after her and spoil her 'vacation'.

"I heard there was an elemental involved and the bugbear was actually a pair of goblins in a disguise suit."

Runt is obviously either overly imaginative or just a really bad liar. Then again, its no worse than the rubbish the gossips have come up with.

She's also a bit miffed at Mr. Cuddlesworth, who reminds her of goblins, all teeth and claws, but looks furry and cute. She starts to fantasize about a cage fight between the cat and a baby goblin.

"Say, that Sheriff guy does seem to be loaded. You think there might actually be a bonus involved, Ansley? You can take the credit. I just want a little money to live on."

Is his name Foxglove, by any chance? No, that wouldn't make any sense. Then again saving a man from a local fire when he is in a different town doesn't make sense either.

As they walk back Ansley is more and more amused but how gossip spreads and the story changes. When Runt gives her version she has to look at the ground so as not to chuckle out loud.

"Well we agreed to do a job and did it so if he gives a bonus it is a nice touch but not necessary. As far as credit goes we were all just doing our job I think, don't know who this Foxes-gloves fellow is."

She looks about for the Sheriff to report back and see if more needs to be done.

Syeira yawns and stretches, exhaustion clearly evident on her soot covered face. "It appears to be over... While coin sounds good, what I wouldn't give for a hot meal and a hot bath at the moment..." She pauses for a moment as if contemplating something before continuing, "And then a soft bed..."

Rigel follows closely behind Ansley and Runt, figuring it was probably as safe there as anywhere. At the conflicting accounts of Mr. Foxglove and where exactly he was this evening, the actor only shrugs...if people were willing to heap accolades on him, he was happy to accept.

Tired and sore after the beating he had taken this afternoon, the bard can only nod in agreement at Syeira's comment, too distracted to quip or make a suggestive comment at the sorceress's desire for a soft place to lay her head.

knowledge local: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (19) + 2 = 21

Noro tries to recall about foxglove. but she does nothing to quell any stories, letting the rumors fly. besides maybe she might even get credit for a change.

giving little laugh at Runt's comment about the Sheriff being loaded, doubtful, I have spent plenty of nights in the local Jail. yeah, the Sheriff and I go way back. she adds.

Runt gives Noro a look like she's crazy or something. "Of course he's loaded. I've never seen anyone throw money around like that in my life. All because he doesn't like people fighting and the like."

As the group walks, you over hear what sounds like shouting. Those familiar with the town will understand its the Sheriff and some of the local wood workers already fast at repairs, getting the town back together. While the festive mood is gone, from the hustle and bustle, while there is a few more minutes of daylight, the town seems to wish to be back into the partying mood.

"Captain. It seems the little buggers a gone. A word however."

Waiting until they are close together and speaking more quietly.

"Ya may want to send someone back yonder to clean up a bit of a mess before too many see it. There was a bugbear with them which might make people a little nervous."

Beyond that she will ask how else she can help.

Runt peers out from behind Ansley, nodding her head in agreement at appropriate times, hoping that someone is someone else.

Rigel is a bit confused as he sees the Sheriff trying to get the celebration back underway, but then shrugs. What better way to get over an event than try to pretend it never existed? That seemed to be the preferred way women dealt with the actor after a blissful evening together. The bard's eyes flitted about, looking for any more of the evil little creatures lurking in the shadows. As for cleanup duty, Rigel shares Runt's sentiments that he would prefer to not be involved.

Syeira steps up beside Ansley when she asks how she can help. Though exhausted, she can't stand to see others doing while she sits and does nothing. "I would like to double Miss Ansley's offer. If there is anything I can do to assist, please ask."

Noro hangs with this group for now, (like she really had anyone else) When they reach the Sheriff, Ain't no way your blaming any of this on me! I was stayin out of trouble like was promised...well mostly out of trouble. she says to the sheriff trying to avoid more jail time.

The sheriff harrumphs and spits another dark spot on the ground, taking in all your faces, and lingers on Noro, almost if he was trying to find something at fault with her. However, after a few seconds he sighes, and wordlessly passes you each 50 gold, and then grunts out after passing the gold. " See the Mayor in the morning. She got words for ya'll" He then turns his back to you, picking up where he left off with the town foreman of why that building seems stable, but should be done last.

You would find that the only inn still open this late is the Rusty Dragon, but the door seems stuck, a little off the hinges.
Make a strength check to open.

"Well I guess the sheriff is fine with a giant bead body laying about to scare the people. Wouldn't be my call but he knows his town. Sheall we check the inn? I would buy you all a drink for the work you did today."

If the others agree she heads to the inn and sighs when the door dosn't move freely.

When the sheriff drops 50 gold into Runt's hands she sports the first smile you've seen on her all day.

when Ansley starts talking about the bugbear body she thinks.
There seems to be plenty of goblins around. They will take care of the body, I'm sure. Some of 'em even like the bones, though I suppose the bigger ones are a bit much even for a gob. But it's a lot easier to move bones than a whole body. The sheriff knows his business."

Syeira thanks the sheriff for the payment. As Ansley mentions the inn a look of relief passes her face. "That sounds lovely. I could use a drink ... and a chair"

Rigel looks at the Sheriff with a flabbergasted expression as he accepts the payment, nodding his agreement to Ansley's sarcastic comment. Far be it from him to look a gift horse in the mouth, however...maybe the Sheriff planned on using the guards for clean-up. Shrugging, he grins at the suggestion of drinks, "Yes, it's been a lively day."

When they encounter the stuck door, the actor's brow knits together in irritation. He throws his shoulder into it, growling, "Oh no you don't!

Str Check: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (16) + 1 = 17

Seeing the actor work on opening the door, Syeira helps him push the door, her want of relaxation giving her unknown strength.

Aid Another Strength: 1d20 + 0 ⇒ (17) + 0 = 17

As the door flies open, you see both Rigel and a small halfling woman go tumbling into the bar, as was the force he used to open it was more than neccassary to open the door. Upon inspection, after all was done laughing from the antics, you would notice that the halfling woman had in fact been working on the door, as it seemed to be slightly off its hinges.

Runt follows the others more cautiously into the inn and looks around, apparently checking under tables for some reason, and quickly finding somewhere to place herself away from the others and with her back to the wall. She fingers her purse full of coin; in fact, it is a bit more than fingering. Her falchion droops from her off hand since her main hand is occupied with her full purse, occasionally spasming as if reacting to some unknown force attempting to take it from her.

Syeira can't seem to suppress a giggle as she sees Rigel crash through the door. As she composes herself, she reaches down to assist the two back to their feet. "I must say, I didn't realize you were so desperate for a drink that you would crush poor girls with a door." she says with a smirk.

Ansley shakes her head but give a little true laugh.

"Let me help you set this right. We had a bit of a day and may be over exuberant. Can I hold it while you work on the hinges? Might make things safer."

Once she gets an answer.

"Remember the first round for you all is on me. You fight you deserve a drink."

The actor grinned as he gripped Syeira's hand, gaining his feet. "It's been that kind of day." Turning to the Halfling, the young man spoke apologetically, "Sorry about that...just nearly died, you know." Rigel left it at that, proceeding to the bar.

The halfling woman glares at Rigel, but the rest of the patrons, along with Ameiko just laugh heartily. One could tell that all who were present had helped in defense of the town, some worse for the wear, looking just like your group, while others you swear could just look at a goblin and it die. The Rusty Dragon inn had seen some better days, as some of the windows had been smashed, and a few tables overturned and broken.

However, from her perch behind the bar, Ameiko is cleaning the glasses, and calls out, asking for your order. You ask aboout a room and find out that tonight, food and board are free, and for the heroes of Sandpoint, you might just be getting future benefits as well, as you spend the rest of the night how you wish.

Runt will eye the bed in her room suspiciously as if it is something totally foreign. She checks under the bed and shakes her head. In the end she finds some blankets to was up in a corner and sleeps fitfully on that, burled up in a tight ball with her armor between her and the rest of the room.

"Amekio that is very nice of you but let me give you something for your trouble at least to offset what the food cost you." She produces a couple of gold (5). "After all we were just doing our part."

Regardless of whether or not she takes the money Ansley will order a round of drinks for those she fought with but does not get one for herself.

"I will be back shortly, I want to check on the cathedral."

Feel free to hand wave the cathedral with an 'it's ok' if you like GM. Not looking to force a moment but Ansley would check.

Not one to look a gift horse in the mouth, Syeira takes the offered drink and calls for an order of today's special. She then takes her ale and finds herself a seat, practically collapsing in it. With a long drawn out sigh she stretches out her muscles. "Food... then a bath ... and then a good nights sleep ... I never thought that would sound so good."

Feel free to skip to the next morning if you wish

Rigel scowled right back at the Halfling woman until he felt silly mean-mugging at a child-sized person. Taking Ameiko's call for a food order as an opportunity to disengage from the mess, the actor brushes past the Halfling and takes a seat at the bar with Syeira, ready to enjoy the fruits of his labor. Hopefully the Theater was undamaged...Rigel would have to check with Cyrdak on the morrow.

As the group rest at the inn, drinking, bathing, sleeping, Ansleys would venture to the cathedral. It was strange, since goblins are not known for their planning, or their much love of the dead, and the fact that words even existed on the stone markers would scare them. So why would they even bother to come this way? Something would surely catch her eye if she checked carefully enough.

Ansley moves slowly though the cathedral and the area around it. Relaxed and moving slow she wonders why here and why now? Clearly this is not a place for easy food.

She hopes her shorter perspective may come up with something the majority human population may have missed.

After a circuit, if she finds nothing, she would heads back to the graveyard.

Perception: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (15) + 3 = 18

On her walk about the graveyard, she is easily able to follow the pathway the goblins had taken. It was even easier as no one had come by yet to dispose of these bodies, but the odd thing noticable now is that the grouping seemed to be heading towards the newly built tomb of the previous priest. At least that was the rumor around town, as the vault doors where not fully open, but enough that one could tell it had been disturbed, by something either human or otherwise. It seems possible to investigate further if wished to be

Mumbeling to herself.

"Well that is curious. What could they want with a tomb."

Concious that a goblin could still be lurking inside Ansley arms herself and tries to pull the vault door the rest of the way open to get a look.

I hope I don't regret this.