Year of Our Lord 1437 Table 2 (Inactive)

Game Master Michael Johnson 66

Perception check vs DC 25 to hear the tiger roar and the harem girls scream from down in the Blood Pit of Marrakech...1d20 + 8 ⇒ (5) + 8 = 13 fails!

The behir does not hear the goings on above either, as it is too engaged in terrorizing the four gladiators pitted against him in the Arena of Death!

HAHAHAHAAA!! I had hoped for some change in the quality of the gladiators here at the Arena of Death... Boy! Am I disappointed! HAHAHAHA!! You guys are a joke!!

The guardsmen and sheikhs are nowhere near as canny and perceptive as the Emir and Boombada... Even if the greatest luck was on their side (natural 20), they could not hope to hear the rebellion happening through all that stone and earth...

The elf’s keen ears easily hear the trouble brewing below...

The harem girls are in trouble! To arms, mates!

Plad nimbly springs out the window, feather falling gently to land in the garden between the harem girls and the big cat his elven eyes descried in the darkness of a nearby jacaranda...

Ve can’t let zis elf outdo us, Udo! Come! Let us bring glory to zee dvarves of Zee Kingdom Unter zee Mountain, Ja!?

Gloin grabs portly Udo by his beard and runs for the window, tipping out and falling in his eagerness for 2d6 ⇒ (1, 6) = 7 falling damage...

YOUCH!! SHTOP PULLING MEIN BEARD, YE DAFT BASTARD!!

Dragged along at faster than he’s accustomed to speed by his beard by Gloin, Udo stomps after his fellow dwarf, vaulting out the window as well for 2d6 ⇒ (6, 5) = 11 falling damage! He lands atop Gloin, pinning his fellow dwarf beneath his considerable girth!

Altin shinnies down the rope as quickly as he is able. He stands next to Mwikali, nocking an arrow. "I hope it listens to you," he murmurs.

WHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAA!! Plad grabs his belly and laughs hard at the two prone dwarves...

The tiger, obviously one that has been awakened like the albatross, chuckles...

In Arabic: Hahahaha! Now that is funny! Hahahahaha!! I haven’t laughed like this in so long! HAHAHAHA!! So... What’s going on herrrre, my frrriends? An escape?

Baldwin shimmies down the rope to the garden and hears the tiger interrogating those standing in the garden...

I’ll leave the talking to our saviors, beast...

He looks to Altin and Mwikali...

Cutpurse O’Reilly, already halfway down the rope, chimes in: Aye! We’ll let our benefactors answer that question, tiger!

The French crusader priest slides swiftly down the silk rope...

The Lord Our God hath given mankind dominion over the beasts... You would not dare attack any of us, Monsieur Tiger, would you?

Who said anything about attacking you!? Jeez! Can’t a tiger roar to announce his presence without everyone going there!? I mean...it is my job to attack you if you’re a thief, or trying to escape, or pretty much if you’re a human stupid enough to be in a garden guarded by a tiger... but you’re the one who said attack, sir, not me!... That being said, the a!%#!&# emir feeds me very little to keep me ravenous, so if I could eat just one of the harem girls—just one!—that would be grrrrrrand!

AAAIIIIIEEEE!! He wants to eat one of us!! Oh no!!

EEEEEEK!! Please, please don’t let the tiger eat one of us!

Oh! May the Prophet preserve us!! Please spare us, great tiger!

Gosh! Now ya make me feel like I’m some kinda monster for wanting a bite to eat to keep me alive...

The tiger looks indignant...

Altin gives a short bow to the tiger, his eyes never leaving it. "Greetings, Sir Tiger. You are a rare find indeed. We are escorting these fine folk out of the palace, we have all been unjustly molested and held here against our will. Are you also a prisoner of the emir? If so, I'd invite you to join us, as you are a magnificent creature, and one that should enjoy its freedom also!"

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (5) + 9 = 14

Tally Ho!! Down the rope slides Sir Godfrey. He fixes a disbelieving eye on the talking tiger and shrugs...

Altin gives a short bow to the tiger, his eyes never leaving it. "Greetings, Sir Tiger. You are a rare find indeed. We are escorting these fine folk out of the palace, we have all been unjustly molested and held here against our will. Are you also a prisoner of the emir? If so, I'd invite you to join us, as you are a magnificent creature, and one that should enjoy its freedom also!"

[Dice=Diplomacy]1d20+9

The tiger looks askance at Altin and makes a chuffing sound...

Is this one of the emir’s sick games to test my loyalty? How loyal does that flea-bearded camel-jockey think I’m going to be for one lousy chunk of dead meat every other day!? He’s starving me to death, man! Look at my ribs! You should not be able to, but you can!

The tiger poses dramatically, showing his ribs through his striped hide...

HA! A Talking Tiger!

Making his way down, Volreg notices the tiger talking to Altin and the others in the land's tongue. Making his way to a better vantage point to the window, the man keeps and outstretched hand towards it.

"I don't know how you are able to talk cat, nor do I understand what you are saying, but could you please let us leave?"

HA! A Talking Tiger!

Making his way down, Volreg notices the tiger talking to Altin and the others in the land's tongue. Making his way to a better vantage point to the window, the man keeps and outstretched hand towards it.

"I don't know how you are able to talk cat, nor do I understand what you are saying, but could you please let us leave?"

English!? I know a little... You want leave? Me hungry! Huuunnngrrrreeey!! You comprendé, amigo!?

In the Arena of Death, Boombada electrocutes two of the gladiators with its lightning breath!

BZZZZZAAAAPPP!!!

The gladiators jerk in the lightning, their skeletons briefly illuminated through their flesh in X-ray by the lethal volts!

HAHAHAHAHAA!! My champion Boombada is giving them the shock of their lives, aye!? HAHAHAHAHAAA!! He has a very shocking voice!! Hahaha!!

The many sheikhs and guards watching the bloody spectacle laugh at Emir Al’Haaqs tired old jokes, because they fear what he would do if they did not...

They cheer in morbid bloodlust as they witness the torturous demise of the four doomed gladiators...

"Wait, you speak Spanish?!" Grinning slightly before turning towards the large white cat creature, begins speaking in rapid sentences in Spanish. "We were captured and our friend helped all of us escape, in which we ran into you. Currently, we are trying to get out as we need don't want to fight to the death at this particular moment, nor the next few moments. You see, we are here to take care of the Emir's influence in any which means possible, which may or may not involve us in his death. With as to how we were caught before even entering town, I assume we are being watched some how, but it would be great if maybe we had eyes in the palace so we can plan our mission accordingly. If you help, I'll ask the others if you wish to join us on our venture, and we'll feed you. You look like you're starving!"

Diplomacy: 1d20 ⇒ 1

Welp, I think I did NOT impress the tiger!

Mwikali laughs as she hears the tiger speak. "I am surprised great cat. I did not know you were blessed with speech. In my ognorance I thought you were a mere beast instead I see you have been blessed with a mind and the ability to speak!" she says relaxing as she stands full and unafraid.

" So I must ask first what is your name, and second as I see and hear your plight how would you like to join us in making that 'camel jockey' pay for enslaving you and others. I bet out there you can be free to feast and hunt. As Mother Africa will provide. But it is up to you." she says with a smile as she appears fearless. However if it were to turn bad she holds in her mind the spell Scare. Just incase it turns south.

Ah! You are the good witch that little thrush was chirping about earlier... Mwikali... You have come to free those in bondage to the Sultanate of Morocco... I am pleased to meet you! If you promise me a chance to hunt and eat tonight, I will be glad to assist your cause... And my name is Shaka.

And so the noble adventurers made good their escape from bondage at the Arena of Death, and freed many of the emir’s slaves to boot, hard won experience that elevates them to a higher level of heroism!

Each PC advances from 3rd to 4th level as soon as they rest one night!

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As Mwikali spark takes hold and fires start to flare, Wulfgar winks at her and taking hold of her multi-colored scarf removing it and putting it on his own face, ”Don’t mind me, I’ll give it back, but for now it will protect from the smoke. Follow the halfling I will cover our rear.” As the others flee after the little lover. Wulfgar, covering the rear, walks backwards to the stairs then climbs slowly continuously looking behind. To slow any pursuit.

’He lead us to the harem?’ Hearing the screams of the two eunuch guards, they are long gone by the time Wulfgar walks into the large elaborately decorated room. Handing Mwikali her scarf, as the harem girls cheer ‘captain Mwikali and ‘lioness of the sea’ He raises an eybrow, ”Thanks for the scarf, You’ll have to explain to me later who’s going to train them to sail, you or the thrush.”

Watching as the others begin the decent, Wulfgar returns to the doors of the harem and closing them, bar the doors, then returns to the window to descend the sheets. let me know what kind of roll to jamb the doors, if Wulfgar can’t do it maybe he could ask someone to.

Now
’What the blazes. Must be one of those ‘awakened’ creatures. She does have a way with animals.’ Seeing Mwikali talking to the Tiger, Wuflgar, the last down the ‘silk sheet rope’ gives it a tug hoping to tear it off so it cannot be used by others. Then joining his friends as the tiger finishes speaking to her, ”You will have your chance to hunt tonight, as shall we all. How do the humans come and go from this garden?” Then as much to himself as to the others, he points to the walls, ”And how do we get up there?” He then begins to quickly look around.

perception: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (8) + 6 = 14

Jamming the door requires a Strength check, DC 23...
Tearing the rope free of the bed post also requires a Strength check, DC 23...

The tiger Shaka leads the adventurers to a gate opening into a courtyard with another gate that opens into the Kasbah to the west...

Pouncing at the gate 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (11) + 4 = 15, causing the door to bow outward briefly...

Pouncing again 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (4) + 4 = 8 to lesser effect...

OW!! A little help here guys!?

"What we women are fiercer than you know Northman. Besides we all dhall learn to sail, for when we reclaim these labds for the people then we shall need sailers and warriors to aid our affairs! Who better then these former slaves and the Emirs personal harem. Besides if you dont like it I shall eventually ask them to come with me to my homeland liberate it and we the women shall rule!" she said with a smile as she walked to the door.

" Any ideas to get us through this door. I myself am not physically strong enough to break down these doors but I vet some of you can help Shaka here break this barrier down!" she says trying to motivate some of the stronger people to aid in there liberation.

Ninja'd by a few seconds, haha! Editing as to add more.

Volreg sees at to what the tiger is doing and nods towards Mwikali before bracing himself, charging at the gate with a lowered shoulder.

"Perhaps I can be of help, large cat friend! As for Mwikali's idea of a nation ruled by women.... I've heard of great warriors close to a land called Greece that had their own armies, and answered to their own laws! Perhaps, your nation can be the same."

RAMMING SPEED!: 1d20 ⇒ 18

Volreg sees at to what the tiger is doing before bracing himself, charging at the gate with a lowered shoulder.

"Perhaps I can be of help, large cat friend!"

[dice=RAMMING SPEED!]d20

The door bulges out for a second but holds!

Stand aside!! I'll show ye how it be done!

The stocky dwarf charges the gate! 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (10) + 6 = 16 *KABOOM!!*

NEIN!! NEIN!! I HIT ZEE DOOR ALL VRONG!! LET ME TRY ZAT AGAIN!!

1d20 + 6 ⇒ (1) + 6 = 7 *KERPLUNK!!* OOF!! MEIN SCHNITZELS!!

earlier
Saying a quick prayer, Wulfgar roars as he rages and attempts to jamb the harem door, crossing himself repeatedly until he succeeds he continues. Fatigued, he slides down the rope, leaving it in place.
guidance, rage
str: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (5) + 7 = 12
str: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (6) + 7 = 13
str: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (13) + 7 = 20
str: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (8) + 7 = 15
str: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (4) + 7 = 11
str: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (11) + 7 = 18
str: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (6) + 7 = 13
str: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (16) + 7 = 23

Now
Looking at Mwikali "My mother was a warrior, and my fathers people the northerners bragged of their shield maidens who sailed. I have no issue with women warriors, sailors, soldiers, scholars, sorcerers or rulers. If you think I do you don't know me as well as you believe."

He smiles, as he tucks her scarf back in, "My question, oh princess is 'who's going to teach them to sail, you or the thrush."[/]b his smile widening [b]"Or will you need a mans help with that?"

Seeing the tiger attack the door and Volreg, trying to aid him, Wulfgar, one last time, again crossing himself for guidance rages and roars towards the door, ramming his armored shoulder into it.

guidance, rage
str: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (10) + 7 = 17

ok that's the last of the rages...

so can all these hit's be used as 'aid another'? Or can we chop it down with weapons?

NEIN!! NEIN!! YOU NINCOMPOOP! LIKE ZIS!!

1d20 + 6 ⇒ (6) + 6 = 12 *KERPLOP!!* OOF!! VAIT A SECOND... I SLIPPED ZAT TIME...

1d20 + 6 ⇒ (14) + 6 = 20 *KERSMAAAAASSSHHH!!!!* JAAAAA!! I DID IT!!

The rotund Udo bursts the door into smithereens as he barrels through like a miniature bull!

On the other side are two terrified guards, pointing trembling scientists at the rebels...

FINALLY!! LIVE MEAT!! GRRAAAARRRRRRRR!!!

Shaka pounces upon one of the two guards, who shrieks as the tiger savages him with fangs and claws!

" True, but only if its a furm yet tender hand that guides us. And I have heard rhat of your people. I just dont want you to foget" she says with a playful wink as she looks over to Volreg. " Yes I would live to here more about these women warriors. They sound intriguing"

Plad launches an arrow that sinks into the other guard's chest!

FINALLY!! LIVE MEAT!! GRRAAAARRRRRRRR!!!

Shaka pounces upon one of the two guards, who shrieks as the tiger savages him with fangs and claws!

AIIIEEEE!!

Swiping intellectually with his scimitar, the guard with his throat in Obama's jaws pales as his blood gushes out!

ninja'd by ... everyone
Stepping aside as the dwarf bowling ball goes through the doors, Wulfgar quickly follows, seeing the guards, he illuminates his halo and snarls, "Drop your weapons and surrender and live. If not die"

if their evil add two
intimidate: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (12) + 8 = 20

'Are they dead yet? Waiting till the guards are dead, he Frisks the guards bodies for anything of value, "If we have prisoners they can show us where the horses are."

perception: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (10) + 6 = 16

Ninja'd again, haha!

Waving his arm, Volreg motions towards the others slipping back into his native Spanish from all the excitement.

"¡Vamos, vamos! ¡La puerta está abierta! ¡Nos haremos cargo de los guardias! ¡Correr!"

Bringing up a hand, the man readies to fire off a crackling bolt of electricity at one of the guards if they attempt to harm the group, hand now covered in small arcs of electricity.

Readied Electric Blast+Point Blank Shot+Elemental Overflow (Touch): 1d20 + 4 + 1 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 4 + 1 + 1 = 8
Readied Damage+Point Blank Shot+Elemental Overflow: 2d6 + 2 + 1 + 2 ⇒ (2, 3) + 2 + 1 + 2 = 10

Stepping aside as the dwarf bowling ball goes through the doors, Wulfgar quickly follows, seeing the guards, he illuminates his halo and snarls, "Drop your weapons and surrender and live. If not die"

if their evil add two
[dice=intimidate]1d20+8

In Arabic: Mercy! Mercy!! I surrender!! I surrender!! croaks the guard with his throat in the tiger's jaws, and he drops his scimitar and shield and clasps his hands in a pleading gesture..,

The guard with an arrow in his chest also drops his scimitar and shield and falls on his knees, hands over his head!

ninja'd again
Are either of them dead, I'm not taking food out of a tigers mouth after telling him he can hunt :-)

Wulfgar shrugs, Looking at the tiger, "That one's yours."

turning to the other, "It's your lucky day." Grabbing the arrow in the mans chest, pulling it out and tossing it down. "Take us to the stables."

The tiger looks at the adventurers and chomps down hard on the bleeding guard's neck. His eyes go dead and a torrent of blood pours from his open mouth and neck wounds...

HMMF?? Spare him?? Oops! Too late... Sorry! He won't go to waste... NOM!! NOM!! NOMMM!!

The circle of life unfolds before everyone's eyes, and Shaka has his first good meal in months!

OHH!! SO GOOD!! NOM!! NOM!! NOMM!! It's gotta be the spices they cook with... Makes 'em nice and spicy!! NOM!! NOM!! NOMMM!!

Terrified, the wounded guard leads the rebels to the stables, where their small army of deadly gladiators makes quick work of the constable and two stablehands protecting the horses and camels in the royal stables...

Looking around at the horses, tack and other equipment. Wulgar asks the man. "We were brought here by a contingency of twenty four cavalrymen, where are their barracks?"

How many animals?

There are two score camels, three dozen combat-trained light horses, 10 ponies, and 30 mules stabled in the royal stables.