The Hollow Man (Inactive)

Game Master trux

Rat-dog and Fesk look at each other.

"Not our fight, let's go get an ale."

"Aye."

Arjan curses after them as they go.

"I'll see you never work again from here to Waymarch you slithering sidewinders!"

Round 3
Karl snaps out a spellcast, and readies his staff.

No weapons barbarian he snarls

Drop it and face him with bare hands or you will face me.

Is the DC 11 to ID the spell with spellcraft?

Round 3

The elf's hand instinctively goes to the hilt of his sword, but he does not draw it, instead turning to the barbarian - "Listen to the man" - and nodding towards Karl - "You are ruining your chances at ever finding a job if you go doublecrossing people like that" - he lets the thought trail off - "And you're setting yourself up for a very bad day" - he adds.

Readied action - if the barbarian proceeds on his course and attacks, Caramir moves to flank drawing his sword, and hitting him with the flat of the blade.

1d20 + 3 + 2 - 4 ⇒ (19) + 3 + 2 - 4 = 20
Damage if it hits - non lethal: 1d8 + 2 ⇒ (4) + 2 = 6

LOL Crit?: 1d20 + 3 + 2 - 4 ⇒ (20) + 3 + 2 - 4 = 21
Additional damage if it crits - non lethal: 1d8 + 2 ⇒ (2) + 2 = 4

HAH!

Is the DC 11 to ID the spell with spellcraft?

yes, sorry. Got excited and didn't write what I intended

"Aye, stand and take it like a man, not some poxy sneak," Cian admonished the angry barbarian while swinging his leg over the neck of his horse and sliding to the ground in one easy motion.

"It's clear he knows what he's about with his...wrestling?", Cian was at a a loss as to what to call the monk's unarmed combat. Although the Tuath included various blows in their wrestling, this looked entirely more deadly and serious, "Perhaps you'll give him the best of it?"

Just in case the barbarian didn't listen to the gathering crowd, Cian readied his spear to snag the flail-like belt.

Arjan looks like he definitely intends to attack Karl with his flail thing.

@Karl, np. Just curious. Nice to have the DC actually in case I need to spellcraft.

@Caramir, you can only ready a standard action. Did you want to draw and move up to him now, and ready the attack?

Deal ;)

Cian attempted to snag the disgruntled mercenary's belt-flail.

disarm: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (4) + 5 = 9

I'd like to wait until the guy has the thing in motion so I can use its own momentum to snag it but if that is not possible then I'll just try to 'disarm'

no problem grimmy. I usually do spell info that way, as it allows spellcraft use. Makes magic a bit more mysterious.

Attack of opportunity from earlier.and I'm pretty sure I'm tripped and prone now.

As the large man manuvers in closer, Orin deftly responds with a quick blow. (1d20 ⇒ 4, non-leathal 1d6 ⇒ 2.)

Arjan performs a sweeping kick that takes Okrin off of his feet. As he falls back, the monk windmills and plants his foot in the barbarians chest, but it's like kicking a wall.

Karl and Cian issue warnings as Arjan twirls his flail weapon. The barbarian grows tired of Karl's remonstrations and leaves the prone monk, approaching the battle mage just as he finishes casting some defensive magic.

On the sidelines, Cian and Caramir are each readying themselves to intercept if he strikes.

Perception: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (6) + 5 = 11

Round 3 - Arjan

Arjan lashes out with his flail weapon, attempting to relieve Karl of his twirling staff.

vs Karl Chillstrike:
Disarm: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (10) + 6 = 16

The instant he strikes, Caramir and Cian are there, the elf delivering a concussive blow with the flat of his blade, as the angelic tribesman attempts a parry with an exotic spear-like weapon, using a fighting style not taught anywhere in the city of Bard's Gate.

Enter Rage

Round 4 Go!

Everyone check the latest post in discussion thread before you take your next turn, to verify that you understand the procedure for posting in combat.

Ugg. Nothing like having my modem die. Practicing the header and changing post accordingly.

Round 4

Okrin lies on the ground motionless.

No header! Turn is forfeit.

Love the linkified feat though, that's handy ;)

Edit: Thanks ;) Headers perfect now. Your readied action disappeared though. What was it again?

Round 4 - karl

AOO from disarm
staff: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (4) + 4 = 8

After karl is disarmed he steps back 5 feet and casts a spell and draws a dagger. Karls off hand goes white and gives off a cold mist as he moves it.

Round 4

Mak wheels on the brute with the flail. He holds his sword in one hand and thrusts from above.
attack: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (17) + 1 = 18
dmg: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (5) + 1 = 6

11d8?

11d8?

cant figure how to put two dice expressions at once on my phone. Probably semicolon. At werk.

Arjan grins as the staff flies out of Karl's hand, but his smile disappears when Karl conjures a fist full of winter.

Makirut's blade flashes out and draws blood. Arjan touches the wound, and holds up his red fingers to his lips as if tasting the blood to see if it's real.

"So one of you has some heart after all!" he says in praise of the tenacious half-orc.

Round 4
Cian spoke to Arjan, "Will you stop now you fool? We've all drawn steel and there's enough of us to skin you like Queen Maeve's cats. If you 'win' you'll be known for a murdering spalpeen and if you lose you'll be the man stupid enough to draw every honest man down on him for spite. Now put that down or I'll ram this spear so far down your throat your grand children will be born with wooden teeth!" Cian finished with a shout.

Going to try to convince him the fight is over.

intimidate: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (15) + 7 = 22

Round 4

Caramir remains in position, shifting ever so slightly to make the best of the half-orc's position, to try and flank the brute without a word.

Readying an action - if Arjan tries to attack or move aggressively, Caramir attacks him immediately.

Non Lethal Attack, Flanking?: 1d20 + 3 + 2 - 4 ⇒ (17) + 3 + 2 - 4 = 18
Damage if it hits: 1d8 + 2 ⇒ (8) + 2 = 10

Arjan gives Cian a long, hard stare. Apparently cowed, he wraps the flail around his waist and crosses the bars across his abdomen.

"Little monk probably doesn't pay well anyway. I hope you all get murdered on the road to wherever it is you think you're going."

is he considered somehow vulnerable if Mak wants to strike again (round 5)?

Still with sword in hand, Caramir retorts - "Likewise my friend. All the best" - he jests, waiting for the man to move away, then turning to Cian - "Wooden teeth heh? I guess that convinced him"

With a smile, he offers an outstretched hand - "Well met, I am Caramir"

Round 4
Reposting readied action.
Okrin gets up and prepares to defend his newfound allies.

Cian grounded his spear butt first, "The honor is all mine I am sure, Cian MacLir at your service." he replied grasping Caramir's hand firmly.

"I'm sure the gentleman just remembered his manners," Cian said with a smile.

"Good to see you up and about," Cian said with a smile to Okrin, "Let's not have any more laying about in the middle of the day without the excuse of hard work, good wine, a pretty lass, or stout hand-blows. None of which our barbarian friend provided. It was naught but clumsy dancing as far as I could see."

@Mak: Yeah if you guys kept attacking him he would have the shaken condition.

Round 4 - Arjan

Arjan turns around and walks away leaving his back exposed.

Provokes AoO technically.

Karl holds the spell until he is out of sight, picking up his staff while waiting. (readied action. If he attacks, hit hit with the spell)
Once he is gone Karl with a gesture dismisses the spell.

well he is rude. Good riddance!

Mak casts a scowling glance around for witnesses, and cleans his sword.
This isn't over. I don't like it, but it's a little better than explaining a body, I suppose.

Morrigan stands over to the side taking in the fight. She had prepared to jump in if others had decided to get involved.

Cian made a sweeping bow to Morrigan, "Caramir, I have the honor of presenting the bonnie Princess Morrigan, holy servant of sweet Freya and a as fine a Tuath lady as you'll ever be honored to meet on either side of the Summerlands. Princess Morrigan, this is Caramir. A good fellow for all that he had the poor luck not to be born a proper Tuath prince." Cian grinned at Caramir taking any sting out of his backhanded compliment.

The Tuath consider every clansman to be a prince or princess and enjoy springing that on strangers as a gentle joke. None of them take it too seriously except as a reminder to maintain honor, courtesy, and good deportment.

"Apparently he didn't want a job after all. Looking around those surrounding him, My thanks to all of you. I can't imagine things would have gone well for me if I had been by myself when Arjan's comrades arrived. Now I'm afraid in the commotion I didn't have the pleasure of proper introductions. I am Okrin Goodspeed." Okrin extends an open hand to all those he has yet to meet.

Morrigan nods at the elf. Pleased to make your acquaintance Caramir. Our people consider me a princess, but I am not royalty. I am a humble servant of the Queen Valkyrie. She bumps Cian with the end of her spear. Now this silver tongued one...he...is definitely royalty. Right Prince Cian? She grins at her friend.

She turns to Okrin. You were doing pretty well for yourself. As Cian mentioned, I am Morrigan.

"And why wouldn't I be royalty being the grandson of Lir Stormspear himself? King of the MacLir's he is by birth and right of arms." Cian replied with mock indignity. "A very noble race we are indeed one and all. Just ask any one fortunate enough to be born a son or daughter of the four Tribes." Cian's broad smile invited everyone to share his good humor.

The enigmatic man who was standing outside Asleif's Torn Page earlier passes by, speaking quietly to what appears to be his apprentice.

perception: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (10) + 5 = 15
Makirut's scowl does not improve with the lighthearted banter of his companions nor once he overhears the passing wizard. He sheathes his sword and takes Okrin's offered hand.

"Hmmm..."
Maybe I should duel this guy when we travel. The puzzle pieces are put in place, but what is the nature of this game?"

Cian made a sweeping bow to Morrigan, "Caramir, I have the honor of presenting the bonnie Princess Morrigan, holy servant of sweet Freya and a as fine a Tuath lady as you'll ever be honored to meet on either side of the Summerlands. Princess Morrigan, this is Caramir. A good fellow for all that he had the poor luck not to be born a proper Tuath prince." Cian grinned at Caramir taking any sting out of his backhanded compliment.

Caramir smiles broadly - "Well friend Cian, who knows if I am not actually a prince from a far away elven nation?" - his smile growing even wider - "We'll let that hang for a further chance of clarification" - then bows deeply at Morrigan - "Well met princess Morrigan. A pleasure to meet you"

"Apparently he didn't want a job after all. Looking around those surrounding him, My thanks to all of you. I can't imagine things would have gone well for me if I had been by myself when Arjan's comrades arrived. Now I'm afraid in the commotion I didn't have the pleasure of proper introductions. I am Okrin Goodspeed." Okrin extends an open hand to all those he has yet to meet.

Caramir returns the compliment - "Don't sell yourself short Master Goodspeed - your stance tells me you are not stranger to a wrestling bout, and it was not over yet. I am Caramir"

Morrigan nods at the elf. Pleased to make your acquaintance Caramir. Our people consider me a princess, but I am not royalty. I am a humble servant of the Queen Valkyrie. She bumps Cian with the end of her spear. Now this silver tongued one...he...is definitely royalty. Right Prince Cian? She grins at her friend.

Caramir nods at the good natured comments - "It seems we are surrounded by royalty - it can't be a bad thing" - he keeps on smiling.

Perception: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (9) + 6 = 15

His attention is momentarily distracted by two passersby, and the elf tries to place the references.

But he quickly returns to the conversation at hand - "You seem like travelers friends, so I apologize for the intrusive talk but... I am a guide myself, would you be in need of one?" - the grin seems perpetually etched on the elven face.

Perception: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (5) + 6 = 11

Caramir nods at the good natured comments - "It seems we are surrounded by royalty - it can't be a bad thing" - he keeps on smiling.

"Indeed and it can be a burden having to maintain the honor of our sainted ancestors," Cian sounded serious as a judge but mischief was in his eyes, "And to be sure, being held to the highest standards can weigh heavy on the broadest of shoulders but we are made of stern stuff to match."

Cian paused and the bantering mood was replaced by solemn sincerity, "We've been wandering as the Gods, good angels, and saints have led us but I think we were fated to meet here. Perhaps there is something the wise wrestler or someone else here is in need of that we are meant to aid with?"

Perception: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (7) + 6 = 13

Nodding in acknowledgement, Okrin greets those that have gathered around. "You are right, I can grapple when need be. But even great skill can be outnumbered. So what brings all of you here? I don't suppose you're on your way elsewhere?"

Mak looks over at Karl feigning sheepishness, "I'm not going anywhere in particular, are you?"
To Okrin, "And why are you so hell bent to get where you're headed before the caravans?"

Mak's keeping his business close to the chest

Well, I'm heading to endhome, but I am not on a strict timetable. Any time really. Mak is an old friend of mine.

Looking toward Mak, "I have heard rumors of a great works of knowledge that are soon to be transported in the area surrounding Endhome. I would very much to make sure such knowledge doesn't fall into the wrong hands. Seeing that Karl is heading to the area, might I interest you, surveying the entire group all of you, in joining me on the road to Endhome? "

"Indeed and it can be a burden having to maintain the honor of our sainted ancestors," Cian sounded serious as a judge but mischief was in his eyes, "And to be sure, being held to the highest standards can weigh heavy on the broadest of shoulders but we are made of stern stuff to match."

Cian paused and the bantering mood was replaced by solemn sincerity, "We've been wandering as the Gods, good angels, and saints have led us but I think we were fated to meet here. Perhaps there is something the wise wrestler or someone else here is in need of that we are meant to aid with?"

"I am not sure I am such a firm believer of things that are 'meant to be' my friend - however, I do believe the best can be made of 'what comes to be' - the elf nods - "This seems like a good opportunity as any other to put it in practice - if anything, our reactions to Mr. Bully over there seemed somewhat in tandem, which could translate of us being 'like-minded' individuals - worth a try"

Looking toward Mak, "I have heard rumors of a great works of knowledge that are soon to be transported in the area surrounding Endhome. I would very much to make sure such knowledge doesn't fall into the wrong hands. Seeing that Karl is heading to the area, might I interest you, surveying the entire group all of you, in joining me on the road to Endhome? "

"And why not?" - Caramir retorts - "I've been planning to travel to Endhome for some time now in all honesty. I have been travelling the road alone for too long - years in fact..." - the elf seems to recollect some distant memories - "This would be as good a time as any other to change that"