The Once & Future KingMaker

Game Master Aest

Chief, Torod, and Sunset
The chief finds plentiful foods in the area as the animals had not been foraging for some time.

As you make your way out of "Unicorn Falls" and into F4 you notice that the river makes a wide bend in this hex....
Tyg becomes visible for a second and whispers to you: "The dragoons live here."

Several sandy islets create a ford across this remote section of the Skunk River. The sandy islands make for a natural choke point in the river, the middle is thick with piles of rubble, branches, leaves, and dead trees that partially block the river’s flow
River Crossing

Asta and Seraph (with Perlavish in tow) are at the old sycamore tree to inquire with the mites about the Fey in the area.

They are led into the tunnels of the old sycamore, and right at the entryway the chief greets them.

The entryway

The chief looks the same as you recall him

"Greetings new worlders, I had heard you were coming this way for our humble aid."

Croft curses at the creature that tried to eat him, flies up and up... and heads for the trade-fort. He does not think he can find out anything more useful without endangering himself...

Croft make his way to the trade-fort....
On the highest pennacle of the Fort a young girl named Imira spots the crafty raven....

The girl is very high indeed and no one below seems to even notice the child...
"Guess what bird? I am now the ruler of this whole land!...see here?"

The girl pulls out a scroll.....

Second Charter:
Be it so known that the bearers of this charter, having delivered the northern reaches of the Greenbelt from the scourge of banditry, having provided detailed maps of the lay of the land, and having done no small amount of work in the exploration of said land and the culling of hostile monsters and indigenous hazards, are hereby granted the right to rule. The nature and laws of rule are theirs to define, and the wellbeing of this new nation is theirs to protect. In accordance for providing a stable nation to the south of central Rostland, let there be a generous stipend of funds, support, and advice provided to this fledgling nation as a token of Restov and Brevoy’s goodwill, such that future relations between kingdoms might be mutually beneficial.
So witnessed under the watchful eye of the Lordship of Restov and by the authority granted by Lord Noleski Surtova, current Regent of the Dragonscale Throne.

"I might share it with you I suppose. What do you want the sky? or the moon, perhaps?"

"You undersell yourself, your majesty," Asta says. "You are the leader of an energetic people with rare powers. Although today, we come to offer aid. You see, a band of trolls has recently made a move to contest the disposition of these lands. You know what Trolls are like: always eating someone. You might wish to tighten security around your domain."

The Witch scratches her nose.
"There is another matter... The Staglord feeds the flies as we speak, and his fortress is ours. The Kobolds already have a presence there. Might you like to assign an emissary, or would that not be convenient? I do hope that a sage of the Mite people might be available, if not to be emissary for your people and maybe join the Circle of casters I am building, then for consultation. You see, we found the Staglord's journal and he mentions a... green-haired Fey woman. And who would know more about a Fey than the Mites, who are themselves children of the First World?"

Perception to check if anyone is listening in: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (3) + 3 = 6. Bluff to hide what we know about Hargulka being Fey-sponsored: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (20) + 8 = 28. Sense motive on reactions to greenylocks: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (15) + 6 = 21

The mite king blinks his big bug eyes at you.
"I am afraid that you have been misinformed the reigning queen of this land has neither green tresses nor does she have any ire towards humans or new worlders."

He bows to you,
"We do not speak her name out of respect for the traditions of the first world, that those who know you have no need of your name, and knowing a name gives power to old magic."

"Tell me then of whom you speak, for we know her not."

"As for the other matter, Crackjaw is a druid among our people he can join your caster circle if he choses."

Croft lands on the trade fort's pennacle and hops closer, head cocked.

"I want," he says drily, "you to give me that scroll and then get your monkey self downstairs before I fly down to Oleg and tell him you nicked that. And before you even think about chucking a stone at me, you should know that Asta Blackheart, my lady master and one of the people who really earned that grant of rule, is the mightiest Witch in the land, and you don't want to cross her. Whereas you are a little thief who will get her bottom paddled at least if she makes me tell on her. Well? Hand it over!"

"Nope! This one is mine, the others are down there waiting for them!"

The girl leaps from the heights and her innate magic, that of the witch allows her to drift to the ground like a feather upon the wind.

"Away you skinny chicken or I will eat you!"

"Alas, we do not know the name of this green-haired Fey," Asta says, spreading her arms in a discarding gesture. "It was my hope you could help... In any case, I think it best we all beware her; she has already sponsored one insane human warlord. Even the Mites might not be safe, seeing as she has not consulted with your worthy selves. Might the Fey queen be consulted as to this invader's identity?"

Asta smiles at the mention of Crackjaw.
"If Crackjaw is available, it would be good to consult with him on the matter."

How did she get here from Greenheart...?

"Oleg! Oleg!" Croft croaks as he launches himself off the tower, zipping ahead of the little Witch. "Someone stop that girl! Thief! Thief!"

Seraph was content to let Asta do the talking for now, seeing as she had the moment already going. She did however keep an eye out for trouble in the meantime.

Grabbles the mite king rubs his chin....
"This sounds like treachery, I will send word to warn the queen that someone may have designs upon her rule."
the mite king points to three mites.

Grabble points to another mite "Go and find Crackjaw!"
the mite runs down a tunnel as fast as he can.....

"As always, your decisiveness and speed are admirable, king Grabble. Of your courtesy, please let her majesty know that we should like to speak with her as well," Asta says. "The land is vast, and we should all be able to share to our mutual benefit. I would not have my humans blunder uninvited into her majesty's private demesne and give offence."

Very soon a mite comes from the side tunnel

Crackjaw

Near the mite is a large jumping spider.

"I was summoned?"
On seeing the group he adds
"Pay no attention to my spider, he is a playful sort..."

"Greetings, Crackjaw," Asta says. "With me is Seraph, Knight of the Light, and I am Asta Blackheart. We are among the leaders of the new settlers in Greenheart and I am founding a Circle of casters, which is to be open to all who join us in treaty and enterprise. As Druid of the Mite people, you are invited. Or if you prefer, I could make introductions for you to the priests staffing the rediscovered and reconsecrated temple of Erastil?"

For the first time you realize how unscary the jumping spider is compared to most spiders you have seen, he watches and waits moving as easily on the walls and ceiling as the floor of the tunnels.

Crackjaw "I will accompany you to this temple and will meet the priest there."

The spider seems excited by the news.....
Croft will be so thrilled....

Sunset dismounts and looks out over the scene.

"Biiig beavers they got 'round these parts..." She comments, tilting her hat back upon her head to gaze out over the now sluggish river waters.

Perception:1d20 + 7 ⇒ (14) + 7 = 21

White Eagle dismounts as well, If that is indeed what we are facing.

White Eagle surveys the area as well, also looking for tracks.

Survival: 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (17) + 13 = 30
perception: 1d20 + 16 ⇒ (18) + 16 = 34

Chief White eagle spots large slither spots into and out of the water along the shoreline. He also spots a long snakelike form among the debris in the dam, at first he thought it just another log amongst all the others.

Sunset continues to look out over the river.

"Maybe good place fer a bridge in th' future?" She voices an idea.

Leaving Unicorn Falls is a relief to Torod, though he despises that he knows how the area came to that name.

Survival 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (3) + 9 = 12
Perception 1d20 + 15 ⇒ (18) + 15 = 33

Strawberry Perception 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (15) + 7 = 22

Tyg
"They understand draconic but are far from dragons, Perlavish tried to talk to them...they are foul tempered and territorial. We named them dragon-goons, eventually just dragoons for short, no idea what humans call them....we just avoid them."

Spotting the creature Torod thinks of a wanted poster

"The temple is not our first next destination, but we will get there in time," Asta promises. "Hmm. As Mites do not enjoy bright light, would you be terribly insulted if I offered you a ride in a saddlebag, or would you prefer some strips of cloth to shroud your eyes?"

Asta makes it abundantly clear that she means NO insult with her offer.

Crackjaw: "I can see myself there well enough, if that is where I need to go, whom do I seek at this temple, and where is it?"

Sense motive DC 12

Sense motive 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (12) + 6 = 18

"Ha. Yes," Asta says, acknowledging the joke with good grace. "I would be fine with just telling you, but I would prefer to be at your side and make introductions. Not all humans are... as open-minded as we are, and I would not wish there to be any misunderstandings."

Seriously, I can't guarantee the other priests wouldn't kill Crackjaw on sight... o_0

Sunset stiffens and raises her guard, "Wait? Did ye say dragons...?" She asks slightly incredulously, her eyes now quite keen on noticing anything large, scaly and tooth filled.

Perception:1d20 + 7 ⇒ (20) + 7 = 27

Sunset finally sees the dark long snakelike form lying atop the debris of the dam.....

Sunset begins to slowly back herself and her mount up in the direction in which they've come.

Torod withdraws with Sunset. Once a fair distance away, "We must slay them to protect our people and the land. Prepare yourselves for combat." He casts Gravity Bow.

Sunset openly stares at Torod. Even doing a double take from him towards the river bank and back.

"Are ye out of your goram mind? There's only three of us an' a whole lot of it!" She hisses loudly. Moving even further away.

"I am here ta' be makin' tha' place safe as much as tha' next man. But I in't takin' on a dragon with out a lot more'n me lil' shooter here." She waves her small hand gun towards Torod for emphasis.

"Heck. Let me build up some capital an' I'll come back with a few trained long arm shooters an' we'll but a hail storm o' lead down range but today? I is leavin' an' tellin' tha' tale of whut we found t'day." She insists.

Seraph nods in agreement to Asta then. "So we depart again eh? We sure are busy. I do hope the others are having an easy time." She says the last part with a smirk, wondering what mischief Torod was getting into.

Just to clarify only one "dragoon" has been spotted sunning itself on the debris pile

Oh, perfectly all right then.. just one dragon, nothing too large at all. :P

Still say we back away slowly and bring back more fire-power. Maybe a siege engine or.. four..?

Not a Dragon, a dragoon.
Knowledge:Nature: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (5) + 7 = 12

"Actually, its a Tatzlwyrm. At best its a lesser dragon." Torod continues to prepare to fight the tatzlwrym. "Strawberry and I will hunt it if you won't help."

"Aye, we'd better. No telling what messes they're charging into, headlong."

Sunset both stares and glowers at Torod.

"Oh... that's fine. In't a 'real' dragon. Is just some 'Tattered worm' thing. What's still bigger than most any lizard I be seein'." Sunset fumes...

Even as she sets to work first finding some writing implements, ink and paper where she 'pens' a small note. Then hobbles her mount to a bush or shrub that's screened from the veiw of the river and its basking wyrm. Leaving the reigns just loose enough that 'Fluff' should be able to work its way free and find its way back to the fort.

Sunset eventually stalks back to Torod and she looks to White Eagle.

"Cheif? You got any final wisdomy type words you want to be sharein' with the great Hunter here before, y'know, we all wander off to our most certain doom?" She asks.

knowledge nature: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (9) + 7 = 16

Chief looks to Sunset, good meat, could feed many people.

He readies his spear and stands by Torod, We should strike quickly, pinning it down to prevent escape. it may have the advantage in the water.

Sunset lowers her hat to shade her eyes, taking the cigar of the previous evening out of a vest pocket to place in the corner of her mouth.

"Grumble, grumble.... goram lizards. Grumble, mumble goram gunghoe grumble mumble...."

stealth: 1d20 + 0 ⇒ (1) + 0 = 1

Stealth:1d20 + 3 ⇒ (13) + 3 = 16

Well..... when it comes down to it. I jus' got'a out run tha' slowest and or the noisiest...... :P

According to the discussion thread, you guys are very far away and going to attack via ranged weapons and summoned creatures.

Random dust in the wind chance 1d8 ⇒ 3
On an 8 a creature with scent could smell you coming

That should give you a surprise round and initiate combat at a range of about 150'

Guess I'll sit this out as well, no ranged attack for me. you can try and solo fight this then?

If we are starting that far away then CWE recommends moving on.

I thought we were closer

Hmmmm.... possibly a slight mix up in comunication between folks. I'm more than impressed with Torod's belief than we can take this thing on. Just the three of us. With White Eagle's comment about preferring to hack it out..... or not, as the case may be. Are we 'Go for launch'? Or... should we abort due to technical errors?

Wishing every one all the very best. (^_^)

To get this started off.

Comp Longbow, mw mighty +2: tiger aspect, gravity bow
to hit 1d20 + 7 + 2 ⇒ (18) + 7 + 2 = 27 to hurt 2d6 + 2 ⇒ (1, 4) + 2 = 7

Hyena
Bite: charge
to hit: 1d20 + 3 + 2 ⇒ (11) + 3 + 2 = 16 to hurt: 1d6 + 3 ⇒ (4) + 3 = 7 trip: 1d6 + 3 + 2 ⇒ (4) + 3 + 2 = 9

Strawberry streaks at the degenerate dragon thing.

Bite: tiger aspect, charge
to hit 1d20 + 9 + 2 ⇒ (8) + 9 + 2 = 19 to hurt1d6 + 4 ⇒ (6) + 4 = 10 trip 1d20 + 9 + 2 ⇒ (17) + 9 + 2 = 28

At work. Will post when/soon as can.

As Torod unleashes their rain of arrows and 'Cherry-ripe' the feline streaks into the fray Sunset begins to move slowly towards the 'left' of where Torod and Chief White Eagle loose their arrows.

"Yup... things are about to get a tad interesting..." She mutters more to herself than her traveling companions, even as she takes stock of her weapon and prepares for the coming conflict.

Basically... moving to about ten feet away from Torod and White Eagle. Hoping to keep 20 odd feet away from the lizard...

Torod's ambush gets off to a great start, his arrow finding a space to penetrate the thick scaled hide....

Just then the hyena and Strawberry find themselves nipping at the tazylwyrms heels.....

As the beast rises up on its serpentine body strawberry realizes it is impossible to trip a creature without legs!!!!

The River Crossing
On this map the Dragoon hyena and Strawberry on on the land in the middle, the rest of you are towards the bottom of the map....

The Dragoon!

The Tazleworm rears up lets out a mighty "RAAAAAR!"and attacks the interlopers!
1d2 ⇒ 1
1=hyena, 2=strawberry death strike

Melee bite 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (2) + 5 = 71d6 + 3 ⇒ (2) + 3 = 5 pounce
2 claws 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (14) + 5 = 191d4 + 2 ⇒ (2) + 2 = 41d20 + 5 ⇒ (11) + 5 = 161d4 + 2 ⇒ (3) + 2 = 5

According to my guesstimate Chief White Eagle and Sunset both have an action this round.....

pre-combat action cast Barkskin and Bless, and move to within striking distance, should be available considering summoning is a full round spell and we summoned and attacked and cast buff spells (gravity bow) as well so I figure CWE has two rounds before the hyena attacked.

As the hyena comes into being and charges, White Eagle moves to flank the creature.

attack with flank: 1d20 + 6 + 2 ⇒ (1) + 6 + 2 = 9

oh forgot to mention if you need me to be useful, I cannot roll dice I have been botching dice rolls for the pat week in every game. ask sunny how I practically sank our ship trying to just start a race

As a nasty surprise, the hyena heads out to attack, but the chief finds the footing precarious to say the least for two footed creatures....

Reflex save DC 15 to not fall into the tangle of soggy wood.....