Rise of the Runelords

Game Master jimibones83

"I'll go. I like floating."

Blue... If you really want to suck on something, i have better suggestions than a vile maggot.

Vanea then approaches Nic and whispers something in his ear

before nibbling and kissing his ear lobe
Sleight of hand: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (19) + 5 = 24

"Vanea, if yure about ta tell me you 'ave something squirmy of yure own under that skirt, I'd like ta not know about it. Or would I?" he seems suddenly undecided.

Rohan looks to his friend Copper with oblivious confusion.

"I.. I'll explain later big guy."

Natalia snickers at the confusion on the mens' faces.

"Careful Vanea, they just might lose their cool, maybe you should try again when we're back in town."

careful we don't want to float against the ceiling

Nic, his mind lost in his work, drops his journal and inkwell at Vanea's sudden appearance and touch. Red faced and stammering, he busies himself trying to recover his book and salvage some of the ink, serving only to stain his fingers and left hand with the black mess. Crossing himself with folded wings, he mutters Desna frowns, staining his chin with ink.

Looking up, he half stammers, half whispers, Lady Vanea, I am to being sorry. I let my mind wander and did speak to all being out of turn. I was to be meaning no disrespect. I appreciate your being committed to your goddess Calistria. The fFolk they are cautious of Lady Sting and wish no ill will. He stands, shaking the last of the ink from his hand and stuffing the journal in his pack. Many of the men would be the happier to accept the teachings you have to be offering. For me I am to be sad to say this is not something to be for me. I am not being a worthy one. I am the Graey, I am of no family, no name. I am to be focused to my craft, ja, to someday be the worthy for to being a man. He again fumbles at the gray sash around his waist, the red around his leg, continuing, blushing, head down Until then, I must be the how do you to say it, I am not sure of the word, the clean is it? No, I am not thinking that is it. But that, what that is, I must be that until I have a name for being me.

Perception: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (5) + 5 = 10

Eloviel looks at Nic & Vanea with a raised eyebrow and a knowing smile.

Ahhh... I don't know what happened, but knowing Vanea, I can guess. Nic finally gets his turn huh?

"Ehem, looks like we've found all we can in this place. Perhaps we can take a closer look at these after we've rested? I know some of us can't wait to lay down for a while."

Adding the unappraised/unidentified items to list:
- a ragged book
- a scroll
- a bottle of wine
- a dead raven surrounded by a halo of floating and writhing maggots (any plans for this thing? It might be significant if anyone can identify its significance, if any)
- a twisted iron wand with a forked tip

Smiles to Nic and answers

Just as long as you know that wherever and whenever you want, i'm here IF you want me. And please, you're more worthy than you dare to think, Nic. You're honest and kind, respectful in a shy kind of way.
I'm just here to show you can enjoy life's pleasures, you SHOULD in fact enjoy them. With who, where and when, it's your own business, not mine.
Let's make a deal, just the two of us: when we'll be back to town, let's give ourselves a fine meal, some wine and music, an outside stroll maybe, as friends and nothing else. If you have questions about girls, feel free to ask, I'll will answer honestly, but be warned than my views might be biased by my beliefs and faith.
Maybe you will understand better what you're missing, maybe you'll get more confident in yourself when you decide the time is right or when a girl sends some sparks in your body...
You're human, Nic, and every human will feel the lust which is another form of Calistria's sting.Sooner or later, you will get your small moustache out of your spell books and between some girl's thighs, and you will only feel bettter for it!

"I do not understand what is going on here." Rohan looks ever more confused.

As Eloviel enters the room to reach for the floating curiosities, she too begins to float.

what the neck, I'll go floating too, I can always add weights to get myself down as Max enters the area.

Once inside the chamber, Max also begins to float.

Eloviel tries to grab the items that looks like they might be worth for something (listed above). She grabs the raven's tail between her thumb and forefinger.

"Max! Help me get back out there..." says Eloviel as she flails around with the items clasped close to her body.

Good thing I'm wearing traveling trousers... I don't have to worry about covering up.

"Does anyone carry a rope to reel these two back in? As fun as floating might be, we want to keep going."

"I carry rope. I can tie myself off so I can retrieve our allies. "

Vanea was already uncoiling her whip and waiting for Eloviel to float back near her. She lifts pleading emerald eyes to Natalia

Let me do that, Natalia, and I promise you a night you'll dream about for years to come... it's probably a once in a lifetime situation..

Natalia's baffled expression would probably look like this.

".....just be careful you don't whip them in any soft spots."

Will do my best... I just like Eloviel like my cream... Whipped.
winks at Natalia
catching Eloviel with my whip: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (16) + 1 = 17

At the first try, Vanea manages to catch the Sylph's ankle with her whip. The redhead priestress seems frustrated to succeed so fast.

That wasn't my best, I ought to try again...

Its actually a grapple check, so I'm pretty sure you just got a 16. That's still a success though.

"What do confectionary deserts have to do with anything?"

"Leave it to these townsfolk to turn 10000-year-old magic into an erotic game. Don't humans copulate the normal way anymore?"

In case you had forgotten, this game is with a sylph and a half-elf.

"Hey, easy with that thing. Let's keep pretty ladies free of bruises shall we?" says Eloviel as Vanea pulls her back into the hallway. She uses her other hand to grab Max along the way.

When Eloviel finally gets her feet back on the ground, she gives the items over to Nic "Wew, that was fun! Hey Nic, take a look at these will ya?"

Alright, back to town?

wanna me to kiss your boo boos, Eloviel? Be sure I've done my best to keep your skin unmarked. You had fun floating in the air, I hope? I'm just wondering if it has anything to do with you being a sylph...

Yea.

As the group backtracks to Sandpoint, you realize that Glassworks is a mess. There are 8 dead goblins in the glassworking room, as well as a dead Lonjiku Kaijitsu, and over a half dozen of his staff. Broken glass everywhere litters the room, and bodies are beginning to smell. One thing you notice is that the goblins have not been looted. Nic recalls that they did not have time in their pursuit. Each goblin carries a dogslicer, a light wooden shield, a shortbow, and 20 arrows. In addition, eac wears stinky, makeshift leather armor.

Ameiko is in no state to clean this mess up. I'm sure she'd appreciate it if someone did;)

Blue checks out the goblins' arrows to see if they are usable and if they are goblin made. He is careful of the tips in case they should be dipped in poison, manure or some other problematic substance. If they are long enough, he'll refill his quiver and grab the extras for later.

"I s'pose somebody 'as to let 'emlock's people know about this. Shall I talk to 'em on the way back?"

He spares another glance at Ameiko's father-figurine. "Looks like a lotta 'ate went inta that revenge. Musta been a 'elluva father."

"So what exactly happened in this place?"

Eloviel shrugs at Vanea as she follows the group up to the glassworks factory. "Who knows, maybe one day I'll really get to fly." she says with a smile.

Eloviel helps drag the goblins out and picks up their weapons.
I'll leave the stripping of armor to the experts...
"Should we burn them?"

Updated my tracking sheet to include the new items.
- @GM: What is the effective price for the makeshift armor?
- @Blue: How many arrows are you picking up?
- Also, we're waiting for identification/appraisal for a lot of items.

@Blue It has been a while since it was last mentioned, but Hemlock is currently out of town. He went to Magnimar to secure aid.

@Eloviel You will find that no one's interested in the goblin armor, same as after the goblin raid.

"It would be the logical thing to do. There is no place to bury them." Rohan will help clean out the Glassworks.

@jimibones. I remembered. That's why I said his people. I figured he didn't leave the garrison empty and there must be a report to make, as we are not on the watch, as he made very clear. :-)

@ Eloviel. If we can use the arrows I'll collect them all and disseminate them aming the bow users in our group.

@Blue There is likely someone answering the phones in town, yes. Also, try to keep the format consistent, thanx!

I just remembered, these thinks must be made for small creatures since the goblins were using them, right? So everything goes for half price... applying changes now.

Eloviel looks around the glassworks factory for a furnace or any kind of burning chamber for the goblins.

Another, less pleasant option jumps to Natalia's mind.

"Nic, we haven't seen your comrades have we...you are positive they are deceased? We don't know what the she-devil was capable of."

Dogslicers are goblin weapons, so the price listed would be correct. Everything else is for small creatures. I didn't think size effected price though. Do you know where I can reference this rule?

In the glassworking room is an enormous furnace, burning at thousands of degrees.

Eloviel tries to grab the items that looks like they might be worth for something (listed above). She grabs the raven's tail between her thumb and forefinger.

"Max! Help me get back out there..." says Eloviel as she flails around with the items clasped close to her body.

Good thing I'm wearing traveling trousers... I don't have to worry about covering up.

Max would have done this or did do this. although I wasn't on yesterday to respond. I go to the D&D thing they have on Wednesdays, they Tyranny of Dragons worldwide event, then I had work before that.

also are we in combat now? Just making sure I didn't miss a turn.

You could always read the things you missed to find out!

@Jimibones: Oh, you're right. The price stays constant for small to medium. I remembered that large variants doubles the cost so I thought the opposite might apply, apparently that starts with tiny sizes though.
LINK Search for Weapon Qaulities & Armor for Unusual Creatures table.

"Can you help me throw in the goblins into that furnace please Max?"

"I can help if you wish." Rohan offers.

Nic comments to Natalia My companions did not die in our battles, but they were to be very battered. Their spirits were the crushed, and they fled the Sandpoint in pursuit of the Gavver. There bodies are not to be found here. Nic helps disposing of the bodies in the furnace, but is not sure what to do with Ameiko's father.

Regarding the items recovered, Nic uses Detect Magic to try and identify them. Spellcraft: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (7) + 8 = 15

To Vanea, Nic comments when they have a moment, Please do not be mistaking my words, neh. I am being not what you would say the inexperienced with the women's types. He shows her his signet ring, I am of the fFamilia Graey, but the Graey, they are to be no more, ja. My fFamilia lost against another, the name is now to be unspoken. I am thus the Plamen, only of the flame, my craft, until I am the strong enough to be taking back my name. Only then am I to be worthy of being given to a woman of the fFolk. You are not of the fFolk, to be giving in to the weaknesses of the lower man is allowed by the fFolk, but it is to be distracting to my purpose, to be the strong enough to fight for my fFamilia. Perhaps when I am the Graey once more, then it would be a night to be worth the celebrating, da.

The bottle of wine fetches 10gp at market.

The book- The book is a magically preserved but still ancient prayer book dedicated to the worship of Lamashtu, the Mother of Monsters. Written in Abyssal, this well-read tome was Erylium's pride and joy, the most important of her belongings. The book reads as much like a beastiary of the world's most horrific and cruel monsters (along with numerous woodcut illustrations of how they kill) as it does a religious text. It might fetch 100gp at market if the right buyer could be found, though it confers no bonus to knowledge or anything else.

Nic informs the others regarding the scroll and wand.

As to the book, I am on the one hand thinking it should be destroyed, but from the other hand, knowing the way an enemy thinks is key to finding weakness to be exploited. Perhaps we should, before destroying the thing, allow someone of importance to study the words, to aid us in fighting these creatures. Surely they are not all done for, there were more tribes of goblins in these places, neh. The town scholar, would he be one to help us with this thing?

"Knowledge is power. We should learn what we can for a future battle."

We still have another scroll for a Spellcraft check and a shiny ranseur that needs appraisal, unless it's a regular weapon?
@GM: Can we add the link to my Inventory Sheet at the top for quick reference on the loot?

"Soo... anyone wants to take something from all these stuff we have?" says Eloviel. She takes the dead raven and tosses it into the furnace as well.

Spellcraft w/Detect Magic: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (17) + 8 = 25

Are you sure Blue was done snacking Eloviel?

"He got all the maggots I think... But I'd like to wash my hands as soon as I can though."