Valgrymr's Homebrew Two

Game Master Valegrim

The frieght elevator is a common device for dwarves; you have no issue using it; good thing; as climbing those cables would be slick and very dangerous; not just the cables; but all kinds of things like to hide in such cabled shafts; expecially big nasty spiders, a constant problem in dwarven halls.

ok; so you start the elevator and hop on; it begins to rise with a squeel and shreek; then chug chug chug begins to rise after long unuse; all the noise probably alerted lotty dotty everybody though; good thing your moving; there are usually many many levels to a dwarven hold; and looking from the inside; you realize there is no way to stop the elevator. Yikes! you will have to jump at some level; dwarven elevators come in two types; one that goes up and down; and one that goes one direction in a loop; so goes up one side and down another with a large gear at the top and bottom. Each type also has built in engineering defenses to get rid of pests.

Looking at the inside of the elevator lift car; you realize there are no controls, they have been removed; no brake; nothin.

you pass one level; bricked up. pass another level; boards boxes and whatnot jammed in front of it; your knowledge of depth tells you that you are higher than the sink hole on level land that you fell down into; so up into the mountain a bit. Generally where light craftmen; lookouts; visitors and the like are housed along with some of hte general population.

the goblin and ork with you seem unaware of the issues at hand. Dwarven frieght elevators go about 20mph; so, pretty good clip; you will have to take a chance and jump soon
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Valegrim wrote:

...Down the hall there is only one thing; an massive freight elevator; with a quick scan Koridur, yoiu realize it only goes up; the machine is busted; has seen better days; has burn, scorch marks and a lot of dried blood...

Ork; "like we got Sh*t er Crap fer a choice" he gets on, lets go"
"you work this thing Stubby?"

Hmm... I don't know if I can work it. Looks like it only goes up though. Maybe we can climb the cables.

I'll look for any possible way to work the elevator
SPOT: 1d20+1

If I can't find a way to work it, I'll start climbing
CLIMB: 1d20+5

The knight replies: it was as it is now.
The ranger replies: I heard something as well and felt a vibration in the floor....LOOK! points.

The elevator begins to rise...pretty quickly too.

Gyldyr ponders the intellectual problem for a few moments. "We could bother finding another pathway, with the dangers and uncertainty that entails. Or we could return to the elevator; it might be taken onto another level, and we would then be well advised to revert to the former option. It might also be occupied, but remain there, in which case we will likely have to fight them, but will gain the now-working elevator. It seems likely our foes would by merely goblins. So, I cast my vote for going in search of the elevator." He gives a deferential little bow.

"By Kosan's beard." the dwarf curses to himself. "Mox, Ork. There's no way to stop this thing, we'll have to jump at our next chance."

The short humanoid poises himself for the next opportunity...

I'm *not* a jumper, lol. Let's see how this turns out.

JUMP: 1d20 ⇒ 3 +4 STR bonus, -4 Armor Pen. No Synergy bonuses.

"Well Gyldyr, as long as Sunset and Desidera are in agreement, it sounds as if we are heading back to the elevator."

Gloisil then leaves the room where they stayed and heads back to the elevator.

Gyldyr positions himself in the middle of the group.

Sunset pads along, bare foot, at the rear of the party. Often swinging around to sweep the corridor to their rear checking for anything coming up behind them in the darkness...

Perception:1d20 + 3 ⇒ (8) + 3 = 11

Well after that 3 I assume I either fell to my death or caught my face/arm/leg between the wall and lift. Either way, it's not good. LOL. My first thought after rolling that 3 was "And thus begins session 1..."

Desidera could not come up with a better suggestion so nodded her head in agreement to Gyldyr's proposal (With a small amount of suspicion). She was trying to focus, but there was a tiny smirk on her face, even though she had exhausted herself with laughter. Truthfully, she was not too happy about being next to Gyldyr in the marching order, but bit by bit, she was easing off on her suspicion of him. It was tiring to be that suspicious constantly, and if she was watching him, she was not watching their surroundings.

Feels like Sunday/

Depednin' on yur time zone, it might very well be a Sunday. (^_~) Lookin forwards t' folks gettin' over their new years cheer an' postin' agin. (^_^)

I will let you take a 10 in this instance if you like.

"By Kosan's beard." the dwarf curses to himself. "Mox, Ork. There's no way to stop this thing, we'll have to jump at our next chance."

The short humanoid poises himself for the next opportunity...

I'm *not* a jumper, lol. Let's see how this turns out.

JUMP: 1d20 +4 STR bonus, -4 Armor Pen. No Synergy bonuses.

The elevator is about 30ft away.

"Well Gyldyr, as long as Sunset and Desidera are in agreement, it sounds as if we are heading back to the elevator."

Gloisil then leaves the room where they stayed and heads back to the elevator.

"Tippy toes, tippy toes, tippy toes, tippy...." Sunset glances at Gyldyr and blinks, then blushes,

"Sorry..I sometime ferget when I'm speakin' an'....kind'a when I in't." She says softly, a definite rosy colour rising in her cheeks as she resumes watching the parties rear.

Pacific NW time zone; it was a Saturday.

ok; as the party is watching down the hallway; the noise of the elevator continues.....

and....

out jumps a heavily armored dwarf who lands very badly (and is a bit stunned so talk a few rounds like mush mouth)

and a heavily armored Ork; who lands badly and ontop of the dwarf...

and and Goblin mystic? in robes (he has a staff with a collection of various toes hanging off of it) who jumps out, looses a bit of his tail in the elevator; lands badly; but rolls and is up facing the party sniffing the air; a hostile gleam in his eyes as he glares at you.

"ooh, what have we hare; humans and elves and drow; oh my, Imperial Citizens I see, we greet thee or we eat thee; choose!"

Still trying to stifle a snicker, though she wore a smile and there was some color to her cheeks, her expression was somewhat confused as a dwarf, an orc, and a goblin jump out of the elevator, the former two landing rather badly. She was still trying to figure heads or tails of the situation when the goblin spoke, which made her smile. Lifting a hand, she gave a tentative wave, glancing at those ahead of her.

"Um.. Greetings?"

Gyldyr gives a small, curt bow, surreptitiously slipping farther back in the group to deflect unwanted attention. He doubted that the newcomers could defeat them; but it's best not to ask for trouble.

sense motive 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (8) + 7 = 15

Sunet spins off to one side of the corridor, drops into a kneeling position and covers the Goblin with her x-bow. Looking down the stock, she grins at the small humanoid,

"I see yer one fer doin' things th' hard way, hey? At th' moment, there be four o' us an' one o' you." She snickers

"Seein' as yer friends are gon'a have t' pick 'em selves up afore we gets t' talkin' with 'em, like. What say you?"

Hey! Ye sound like yer closer t' where I be livin'!(^_^)I be aroun' Pacific time me self!

<enter our new dwarf player>

The goblin:
"Ah; Greetings soft human priestess of Apple, My Most Holy Mistress has told me of your big red god and She has visited his Temple of Orcas."

anyone may check his sincerty with a roll

<Desidera, you can fill in the blanks that he means Apollo; seeing your symbols of office, and Oracle of Dephi>

Still trying to stifle a snicker, though she wore a smile and there was some color to her cheeks, her expression was somewhat confused as a dwarf, an orc, and a goblin jump out of the elevator, the former two landing rather badly. She was still trying to figure heads or tails of the situation when the goblin spoke, which made her smile. Lifting a hand, she gave a tentative wave, glancing at those ahead of her.

"Um.. Greetings?"

Gloisil, slightly taken by surprise, is now just glancing from Desidera to Sunset to the goblin, while trying to cover all three who came off the elevator with his wand.

He then listens as the goblin talks to Desidera and tries to decern if he is friend or foe.

Sense Motive: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (8) + 1 = 9 Once again let down by the die roller.

Gyldyr prepares to magic missile the annoying goblin if necessary.

Trying to deflect some of the tension at the two groups meeting, Gloisil says to the goblin, "Friend, or I hope friend at least, be ye emissaries sent from the Kirin as well? If that be true then it seems that we be aligned in purpose for a time."

Sorry about the lack of posting. Been gone on holiday, all back now :)

The stubby dwarf slowly picks himself up to his feet. "We are here... *long pause* We are here on our business by Kos...Kosan. Who are you and why are you here?"

He feels for the handle of his axe hoping this group is friendly, as he is outnumbered.

As Gloisil watches the dwarf pull himself up off the ground, he relpies, "Well master dwarf, we are a group adventures tasked with recovering a object of some worth from these 'dwarven' mines."

Gloisil puts a fair amount of emphasis on the word 'dwarven' for the goblin now standing before him.

"As for who I am, my name is Gloisil Murigel."

The dwarf, still disoriented with a pounding headache stares hard at Gloisil. "I am Koridur Kingslayer, my companion and I are... I believe we are looking for the same thing, you and I. High Priest Kosan has sent us to secure the seal in this hold. Tell me, have you seen it? It should be in a golden box of sorts."

Also, sense motive on the goblin. It's them that threaten the seal anyways.

SENSE MOTIVE:1d20 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 1 = 3

"What is the nature of the alliance you three hold?" Gyldyr cut in.

"What is the nature of the alliance you three hold?" Gyldyr cut in.

Still struggling to stand from his fall and speaking slowly the stout humanoid tries to make sense of his own words as he replies "As I said, I was sent here by Kosan. My companion here" The dwarf motions to the ork "was sent by Cera. We have come to secure the seal in this hold and were in a fight with some goblin clans above ground when we hit a sink hole and fell. The little goblin you see before you helped us with a straggling goblin that fell through with us. Other than that, I know not these other two. My brethren are still fighting above us. Whether they live or not I am unsure. We were heavily out-numbered, about 10 or 15 to one.

"Well we had heard that others had been sent in search of the seal. My hope is that even though we may have been sent by differing entities, for different reason, we may work together to accomplish the goal before us."

"Now if the orc and goblin would be so kind as to give us some detail about themselves, then will see if their stories match the information that we have been given."

The dwarf lifts his axe in a salute to the others. "Seven, my dear friend, is better than three. Let us work together to meet our end."

"In any case, four seems to have a better chance of reaching the seal than three," Gyldyr remarks with a knife-thin smile.

Sunset stands, her x-bow hanging loosely, as she looks at these new comers.

"Aye, an' well met t' ye. So, does any one need some healin'? A little 'pick em up' after whut seems like ye all got dropped on yer head?" She grins impishly.

Gloisel

Gloisil, slightly taken by surprise, is now just glancing from Desidera to Sunset to the goblin, while trying to cover all three who came off the elevator with his wand.

He then listens as the goblin talks to Desidera and tries to decern if he is friend or foe.

Sense Motive: 1d20+1 Once again let down by the die roller.

"A what?" says the goblin

"Kirin"; grunts the Ork; "Its some beer sh*t, made from flying horse piss by them Orientals down south n sh*t; had some of that sh* from some refugees n sh*t a while back; not bad sh*t really, I could use some now"

"oooh; flying horses....whats a horse" says the perplexed goblin

"Sh**" says the Ork getting up; he's about 5"10; thick of muscle and very heavily armed and armored.

Trying to deflect some of the tension at the two groups meeting, Gloisil says to the goblin, "Friend, or I hope friend at least, be ye emissaries sent from the Kirin as well? If that be true then it seems that we be aligned in purpose for a time."

"you might say we are competative bloodbrothers N sh*t, I by the Law; n sh*t like that; we be servants of the Empire; workin directy for that Big S**t Sebastion; so I see some of you in the *hit too by yur badges"
says the Ork

"What is the nature of the alliance you three hold?" Gyldyr cut in.

"Kurg Smashmouth Bigtusk; son of Tang Brokenose One-Eye; son of Ugmarr BigFirst Badazziel <the ork says with a gleem in his eye> Imperial Soldier; 451 Phalanx; 4th regiment; 2nd Squad Leader, assigned on special duty n Sh**"

Any dwarf or elf may roll knowlege history to recognise one of these names; also anyone from the Southern Continents; knowlege Orks heroes or anyone in the Thieves and Assassin's guild or knowlege of Dwarf heroes and stuff like that.

"uhh...I am Me, Behold Mox NIX" says the goblin. "MightY Broken Toe Clan; Faithful of Cera Angel Rangergoddess the Mightier Than YOU! and am hims that all Goblins will loose TOES!

<he starts singing a wierd song "2Toes for Sister Cera" and shakes his bizare looking staff>

that has lots of various sized ordaments with you now take to be all sorts of toes in varous states of preservation. The staff is also inscribed with all sorts of glyphs and symbols.

ok; anyone who knows current history can roll knowledge on this one. Those who are in the aforementioned Guild; let me know; and those from Persia; Greece; Rome; Tarantis; Celts let me know. Sunset; add +4 to your roll being a elf in the know.

"Little Elf Biscuit got any beer n sh*t? could use a few stiff fingers of a bowl of good Gutbleed" says Kurg

Gyldyr almost hopes that they're foes; he isn't sure how traveling with them for any period of time would help their goal. He might even be tempted to poison them in their sleep. Of course, he keeps these sentiments well hidden.

Both the drow and the elf can make a perception check; will make one for the Ranger I am currently npcing.

"Little Elf Biscuit got any beer n sh*t? could use a few stiff fingers of a bowl of good Gutbleed" says Kurg

As the Orc looks her way Sunset tilts her head slightly,

"Nah mate, an' it'd be Rum or p'rapse Mead whut'd be the choice o' tipple I'd be totein'. Though, bein' on'a road as we were fer quite th' while afore we got dropped down here, we wus travelin' light." She smiles sweetly,

"An' I tend t' only let friends make free with me appellations. If'n ye want our relationship t' start off on'a right tack? Ye'll be callin' me Sunset, Suny or anything similar as those are th' only short names I be answerin' to without a narky reply." She pauses,

"An' trust me, ye don't want t' see me get all narky..." She grins impishly, "Us island Elfs? We got's a dark sense o' humour whut'll be hauntin' yer grandchildren....Are me signals clear?" She smiles sweetly at Desidera,

"In't that right, luv? Ye c'n attest t' how well I interact in regards t' me appellations?"

Perception:1d20 + 3 ⇒ (14) + 3 = 17

The Ork elbows the Dwarf:

"you gots any freakin idear w'at that elf just said, ifn I got it raight n shiite, she said she was my son? and Wot? she love me and wants a test me fer some sex before I see 'er apples? <in a very loud whisper> fact, maybe she done 'it er head or somethin or do all elf biscuits talk like that?"

<the goblin looks back and forth likea tennis match; clearly confused>

confused; the ork turns back to Gloisel.

"uh, we was in a battle wit a fair sized gob force; fell when the ground opened up. There might be more about; more dwarves or ork; or more gobbies, and like I told the elf; we could use resupply ifn you gots some sh*t"

The Ranger and Knight, say "pardon" then go down the hall; the Ranger says "we will check it out; maybe they are a good enough diversion; we will help those we can; either way; hehe"

they leave.

Sunset

Valegrim wrote:

"Little Elf Biscuit got any beer n sh*t? could use a few stiff fingers of a bowl of good Gutbleed" says Kurg

As the Orc looks her way Sunset tilts her head slightly,

"Nah mate, an' it'd be Rum or p'rapse Mead whut'd be the choice o' tipple I'd be totein'. Though, bein' on'a road as we were fer quite th' while afore we got dropped down here, we wus travelin' light." She smiles sweetly,

"An' I tend t' only let friends make free with me appellations. If'n ye want our relationship t' start off on'a right tack? Ye'll be callin' me Sunset, Suny or anything similar as those are th' only short names I be answerin' to without a narky reply." She pauses,

"An' trust me, ye don't want t' see me get all narky..." She grins impishly, "Us island Elfs? We got's a dark sense o' humour whut'll be hauntin' yer grandchildren....Are me signals clear?" She smiles sweetly at Desidera,

"In't that right, luv? Ye c'n attest t' how well I interact in regards t' me appellations?"

Perception:1d20+3

Desidera had been looking back and forth, her comprehension skills tested in this odd standoff. As much as she hated to admit it to herself, she much preferred the drow over this pair, and seeing a dwarf with them only made this even more confusing. There was something about the orc's tone that she definitely did not like, though.

"In't that right, luv? Ye c'n attest t' how well I interact in regards t' me appellations?"

At least she did not have to attempt to bluff out the orc at Sunset's question, so she just have her advice, looking at Kurg. "I would listen, were I you."

An' so some folks leave....*bows* As other come t' help out.

Sunset::

:Something has been bugging you; then you put your finger on it! The Ork; he doesn't have a shadow!

weird and creepy

(O_o)

Sunset's eyes open wider suddenly and her x-bow jerks up,

"Here now, Desy? Since Son of Big Mouth don't seem t' ken whut I be sayin', whut's about you try an' keep things smooth a'tween us, okay?" She steps sideways towards Gyldyr,

The Orc should have penalties, since nothing she said should even remotely come across from the Elvish into common.

"I am feelin' an itch at aimin' t' misbehave..." She finishes

"Well sounds as if their stories check out with the information we'd been given.", Gloisil says to his companions.

Then to the new comer's he says, "Well, you wouldn't happen to know where the seal is, or what direction we should go it to find it from here. We were thinking to us the elevator to try a lower level, but it seems that may not be the safest route from the experience you have had."

Though somewhat confused by Sunset's odd accent, and slightly distracted by bloody fantasies involving the orc's head and lots of magical fire, Gyldyr does get the message.

Smiling coldly (though at the prospect of disembowling the uncouth 'orc', instead of out of nicety) he remarks, "how delightful that such different peoples can work together towards a common goal. Though, some might fear that such trust creates opportunities for deception that even goblin mages might take adventage of."

perception 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (11) + 8 = 19
knowledge 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (10) + 11 = 21
bluff to conceal his suspicions 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (17) + 6 = 23
He is also using detect magic, to try and make sure of exactly what these newcomers are.

So; nobody is going to make a knowledge roll; Glydyr wouldnt have a clue coming from a different...place; but some of you should.

The ork replies:

"Listen; listen to what? dont here nothing but the chatter hear abouts, you hear anything Mox?"

Mox tilts <sheesh silly language machine> his head, puts it to the ground "no thing attack us or coming that Mox hear" his nose twiches.

Glydyr

The Ork:
"your call Dwarf; In the Emperors Name,what we gonna do?"

Desidera had been looking back and forth, her comprehension skills tested in this odd standoff. As much as she hated to admit it to herself, she much preferred the drow over this pair, and seeing a dwarf with them only made this even more confusing. There was something about the orc's tone that she definitely did not like, though.

Sunset wrote:

"In't that right, luv? Ye c'n attest t' how well I interact in regards t' me appellations?"

At least she did not have to attempt to bluff out the orc at Sunset's question, so she just have her advice, looking at Kurg. "I would listen, were I you."