randall793's Three Days to Kill

Game Master randall793

Aleph hmms and cocks his head a few times. After hearing Rianna's tally of the goods found he starts a beginning offer.

I'll buy off the salt, wines , silk, and flour for 60 gold pieces? I'm not really into arms dealing but decide what you'd like to keep and I'll take the rest at fair price. You could keep all that concoctions you've picked up as well a that pretty pearl there. Careful with that locked box there, especially on how to get it open. That's 20% of market value for the arms you've decided to part off.

Answering Rianna, Well, since you'd need a permit for head hunting which luckily I have, we'd split the rewards 2:1? The going rate per body's seasonal, I'd incorporate the proceedings on completion of your contract. Deal?

Dieredon listens intently to Aleph's offer, and he leans in close to Rianna and whispers so that only she can hear.

Rianna

He leans back, crosses his arms, winks at Countless, and smiles broadly at Aleph.

GM: What exactly are we each getting paid under our contract with Aleph for our caravan duties?

Okay presuming that we've arrived with goods, prisoners and wagon...

Skane climbs down from the wagon, swaying slightly... skull cup in one hand and mostly empty bottle of wine in the other... Something said by Aleph piques his attention and he swaggers over to the headman and Rianna, towering over the pair of them;

"Mind you get us a good deal on these curs old man. Getting them back alive goes against the grain for this Son of the North, so best barter a price worthy of our deeds..."

Skane then pours the last of the bottle, drains of his newly fashioned cup and smiles grimly as wine soaks his beard.

GM: Also, did we get XP?

I'm sure a heavier purse at the end of the day would stay your hand if like minded opportunity presents itself again eh, Northlander?

Looking at the broadly smiling elf, Aleph smiles even broader in return. Mind, did check the note under saddle of the prize horse you've ridden on? Lucky for you I'm not aversed to trading before reaching our destination.

Experience will be granted once you've reached Deeptown.

Apparently, I know how to pick them, eh Aleph? Prize mount you say. I say serviceable. What will you owe me under our contract? With the appropriate deductions and possibly some added gold, I would like to purchase the mount outright. What say you?

Ha! That's what I would like to hear! She's all yours complete with saddle for the reasonable price of 80 gold pieces. Deal? Don't fret 'bout paying now if you're short. I'll credit your pay once this is over.

Aleph's providing free transport for the captured prisoners until reaching Deeptown where he'll use his head hunting permit to cash in. As he offered a 2:1 ratio on the bounty he'll add it on to the final payout on a successful trade run.

Aleph's offer on the trade goods stands at 60 gp for the lot.

As for the arms, if any party members don't have any claims to the loot then Aleph's willing to take it off wholesale at 20% market rate, although he's not wanting to buy any broken items offered. Selling used armaments is never easy.

Done Aleph! For 80 gold, she's mine.

Diredon approaches the mare that carried him so quickly to battle. He leans in close to her ear as he strokes her mane.

I will call you Riman, or longrunner in common. You belong to me, and I to you. Serve me well, Riman.

Skane nods stoically at Aleph's words:

"Aye Aleph, if your silvertongue snares me more gold, then the loyalty of my axe and the hand that wields it is assured."

The scarred Northman sits down at the campsite and nonchalantly packs his pipe as he watches the bartering between Aleph and the alfur...

Sorry, been AFK for too long.

Rianna shakes her head in mock disgust at the offer put forth by Aleph. "Twenty percent? Surely you jest. Have we not proven ourselves worthy of a little honesty in trade? Oh, and don't get me started on the 2:1 offer on the prisoners. All the risk was ours, our lives. Perhaps more silent heads and fewer wagging tongues would be better? I concede that it is you who has the permit. So, how about 50% for the goods and unbroken weapons and 3:2 for the prisoners? (60% Aleph, 40% us) Surely we are worth more to you than what you have presently offered."

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (20) + 5 = 25

As the discussions and bartering ensue around her, Ash carefully unpacks each of the bottles of unusually coloured liquids one-by-one.

In turn she gently cradles each bottle in her hands, then with eyes closed she inhales deeply as if she were breathing in their very essences...

Ash (who I'm presuming is still alive?) will use her Alchemy ability to try and identify the liquids

Craft(Alchemy) on 1st small bottle of bubbly clear liquid: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (13) + 8 = 21 (presume this would ID both bottles?)

Craft(Alchemy) on small bottle of curdish brownish coloured liquid: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (5) + 8 = 13

Craft(Alchemy) on small bottle of deep green coloured liquid: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (6) + 8 = 14

Craft(Alchemy) on small bottle of murky white coloured liquid: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (4) + 8 = 12

Craft(Alchemy) on small bottle of thin blue coloured liquid: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (8) + 8 = 16

The BrambleKnight enters the firelight after another round, but looking on the bickering and drinking, they turn about for another patrol.

Scratching her companion's ears, "That is what coin gets you, Thist. Raised voices. Wagging tongues instead of tails." The night swallows up the pair again.

When all the dust settles, Rianna will attempt to spellcraft the different vials we have found.

Rianna will cast Detect Magic and go through each magical item found thus far, concentrating on each and attempt to determine what properties they may hold. She will also glance over the Halberd, Rapier, Silver Dagger, and Studded Leather Armor that they had acquired to see if any of them are magical.

small bottle of bubbly clear liquid: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (13) + 6 = 19
small bottle of curdish brownish colored liquid: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (13) + 6 = 19
small bottle of deep green colored liquid: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (20) + 6 = 26
small bottle of murky white colored liquid: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (19) + 6 = 25
small bottle of thin blue colored liquid: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (15) + 6 = 21

Bjorn quietly sits with the newly minted skull cups, polishing each one of them in turn with an old rag. He patiently waits for the little gypsy to finish her haggling with the southerner.

Skane runs his calloused thumb over the blade of his notched axe and retrieves his whetstone from his belt.

He takes a long draw of his pipe before setting it down and with a grim intensity begins to sharpen the blade of his notched battleaxe, pausing only to address his fellow Northman:

"Allir hugsun af hvaða er næstur fyrir okkur bróðir? Hvenær við ná til Deeptown gera við leita að blóðugur eða heiðarlegur vinna? Þinn sígauni boða dimma og veikur fyrir alfur. ef til vill óákveðinn greinir í ensku endir mektarmaður af ættarsaga bíða eftir ha?"

Once he's done battleaxe is re-sharpened and regains its +1 damage on first successful strike...

Grand, just grand you honeyed tongued gypsy. Here we are in the middle of nowhere in the dead of the night and your're trying to push goods I'd have difficulty in moving. *sighs* Alright 3:2 for the prisoners, 50% for the trade goods but I'm willing 40% for the armour and arms. I'm no arms dealer, and that's as high I am willing to go, see?

Will check up on your potions later. So far the arms and armor aren't magical.

Ninja'd, awkward typing on hp, will get back later.

After settling Riman, Dieredon returns to the campsite, and sits down near Countless.

Hey, my northern friend, can I use that whetstone again for my Curveblade? It served me quite well the last time.

Wesh slowly after the fight begins to hold his morningstar up to the moon and gives off a soft prayer.

Skane passes the whetstone to Dieredon with a nod:

"Aye alfur... your blade bites well... In the North we say a man is measured by the blade he wields; Your curveblade is lean and deadly like you nei?" he pauses and looks around the campfire gesturing towards each of their fellow guards...

"Wesh there's morningstar is straight-forward and dependable... Rianna's rapier is elegant and as sharp as her tongue... The Brambleknight's lance Nettle is ancient but stings still... Bjorn's scythe harvests men like wheat... and my axe..."

He smiles grimly and pats the notched blade "...my axe is... brutally straight edged."

Skane looks thoughtful as he takes up his pipe once again to rekindle its embers.

Rianna nods to Aleph, "There is no better time or place to talk sweetly of promises and honeyed deals. We accept your generous offer master Aleph, and may Calistra smile upon you when we reach Deeptown."

Rianna turns her attention to the vials collected thus far and with Ash's help manages to figure them out. "Looks like we have some potent potions at our disposal." Rianna lifts each one individually and tells the group what it is. If you want to know either look at the spoiler above or see the loot page.

After going through the vials, Rianna gets up, pulls out her bedroll, finds a comfortable place by the fire and lays down. "Good night all, I'm exhausted. Wake me up when its my turn." Rianna wiggles in her bedroll and manages to slip out of her armor and clothing, leaving her undergarments on. "Bjorn, Ef við höfum tíma í morgun, mun ég að lesa fyrir þig." She glances at Skane with a big smile before closing her eyes and falling asleep.

Bjorn looks up from his craft as Rianna moves away from Aleph and heads towards her belongings. At her words, he responds, 'Ef hreinskilnislega þú ert a wyrd þú vildi þegar vita þessi ÉG björn a gjöf fyrir þú.'

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If nobody wants the any of the masterwork arms, Aleph will buy them off at the agreed price.

The chaos of the evening dies with the passing of night. Aleph and Ghafar goes about, inventorying their newest acquisitions before turning in while the night patrol weaves in and out the camp's perimeter. As the early signs of breaking dawn streaks across the sky, Ghafar is up as routine, preparing his signiture dish, toasted bread with cheese.

Aleph is up, chewing on a slice of toast while busy looking over some paper and occasionally scribbling notes.

If there's nothing else the caravan will pack up and be on their last leg of the journey soon.

GM: just a note that I will no longer be driving a cart. I plan to ride Riman out ahaead of the caravan while scouting.

Skane arises early... strips to his waist then pours a half bucket of cold water over himself and wanders over to Ghafar for some breakfast soaking and scarred:

"Hoi Kokkur! Bet you shall miss our Northern talk when we reach Deeptown... but not our appetities nei? Har-har-har"

Skane chuckles heartily as he grabs a handful of hot toast and cheese, yesterdays victory has put the big mercenary in good spirits it seems.

Rianna wakes up with the sun, a smile plays over her mouth as the warmth from the radiance tickles her lips.

She gets out of her sleeping arrangement and finds some fresh water to wash herself. After washing she suits up for another day on the road, making sure everything is where it needs to be and double checking that nothing has gone missing since last night. Having dressed, Rianna finds Ghafar for some breakfast. She eats quickly and then finds Bjorn, "You want that reading? We may have enough time before the wagons move."

Rianna pulls out her Harrow deck out from somewhere within her scarf. Looking up into Bjorn's eyes she asks, "What is it you wish to know?"

Betony comes over for her toast and cheese. She eats as much as Skane with as little manners, wiping her mouth on her sleeve. She takes her time getting back into her armor while Thistledown rends a rabbit he caught for his breakfast.

Wesh wakes up at dawn and quickly eats breakfast then starts looking at the sky and praying to Desna as his new days journeys start taking him.

Ghafur smiles sheepishly as he continues preparing more toast. Eat well, master always think that good food means good work.

Aleph comes up and goes round dropping a small sack at Rianna's feet. Here's the gold I owe you. Wait till we get to Deeptown and I'll hand the rest of the gold offloading the prisoners plus your due.

Well, selling off all arms and weapons with the masterworked ones plus the trade goods will net 868 gp to divide by 7 for 124 gp each.

@Dieredon, don't forget you owe Aleph the price of a fine horse (80gp). @Rianna don't forget to cross out the clw Dieredon quaffed last night. And if everything is acceptable to update the loot sheet.

You also see the morning in a new light today. That's 480 xp each for last night.

Diredon wakes and feeds himself as well as Riman. After collecting his 124 Gold from Rianna, he makes his way to Aleph.

Here is your 80 Gold for Riman. It was a pleasure doing business with you.

After breakfast, he thanks Countless again for the use of the whetstone and mounts Riman. Dieredon begins to circle the camp while looking out for anything out of the ordinary until the Caravan is prepared to leave. When pulling out, he will ride just ahaead of the lead wagon as a scout, at times venturing up to 100 yards ahead.

I had written that potion on my own sheet and deleted it when used. I guess that Rianna should also delete it from the Loot Sheet. Thanks!

@ Dierdon - You're spending money we don't yet have as several people have mentioned wanting mundane items. Let's wait and see what we actually get. =D Besides, several of those items are going to increase in value after they are mended.

Bjorn rises from his bed of furs in all of his bloodstained glory. It appears the blood and viscera of last night still clings to his body, his own and others. Unconcernedly, he stretches with the telltale pops and cracks as his joints and bones resettle into their proper places. Looking upon himself and then glancing at Rianna before again looking at his gore covered body, he ruefully shakes his head as he shambles off to find some running water where he can wash off his latest victory. While there, he will commune with nature and prepare his boons for the day.

Upon his return, Bjorn begins gathering up the broken equipment when Rianna approaches him. 'Já, láta okkur hafa með þinn spilahrappur þessi þú mega koma til vita hvernig ívaf og vefa af hespa af þinn líf samtvinna með minn.'

@Bjorn: may be spending money "We" don't have yet, but not money that "I" do not have. ;-) It will work itself out. I will just take 80 less than whatever my take is.

Rianna looks into those deep grey eyes. She melts just a little. A slight quiver races through her body. Quickly regaining her composure hoping no one noticed, especially Bjorn, Rianna speaks even more directly to the northman, "Hvers vegna verður þú að vera svo erfitt Norðmaður minn! Það er einföld spurning. Hvað er það sem þú vilt að læra? Hvernig munt þú fara í bardaga? Peningar? Ást?"

The big Northman finishes his breaking his fast and walks towards where Bjorn sits with the scavenged items. As he passes Dieredon he nods in return for the alfur thanks, pausing to clap the elven hunter's new steed Riman;

"I am no judge of horse flesh friend-alfur, but Riman seems a worthy steed with a worthy name. No aspirations to be a knight like the Bramble I trust?"

Smiling Skane then picks over some of the broken equipment, lifting up the armoured kilt and scrutinising its condition.

When Rianna sets up her reading for the Bear, Skane watches intently, packing a pipe and leaning against one of the wagons... then hearing her words he grins and chips in a comment in Skald:

"Ha! Jafnvel a blindur véfrétt geta sjá það er ekki a spurning þessi er harður! A hörfinka hreyfa undir þinn furs bróðir! Har-har-har!"

Dieredon smiles broadly as Countless walks away, and responds in his direction.

No such aspiration Countless. Riman will aid in hunting and scouting though.

A grin touches the corners of Bjorn's eyes at Rianna's reaction to his piercing gaze. At her words, he furrows his brow for long seconds. Skane's remark earning him a sidelong glare before looking down upon his hirsute form. 'Þú spotta mig fyrir eignast hár eins og a maður ólíkt þessir suður- skraelings.'

Finally, realization lights his countenance and the viking nods his shaggy head at the gypsy. 'Til vera af norður leið a harður tilvera. Við verða vera sterkur því vetur er grimmur og hungraður. There er neitun tími fyrir blíða. Við taka hvaða við verða við öxi og blað. ÉG vilja vera vetur í orrusta, auður og ást.'

Skane grins wolfishly at Bjorns scowl, dismissing it with mock shiver and a snort of pipe smoke from his nose;

"Réttlátur muna okkar arinn viska bróðir áður þinn reiðisvipur á mig : Úlfur drepa , Björn vernda. Eldur hár úlfur bit dýpka."

Skane waggles one of his braids at the bigger Northman and chuckles...

Bjorn snorts at his shield brother. 'Skane, muna þessi gamall ævintýri af einn úlfur hver bestur björn? Auðvitað ekki, það aldrei gerast. Það er fyrir ótti af a einn björn þessi jarfi verða tilkeyra bakpoki.'

Turning back to the gypsy, the viking nods at her. 'Stilla upp þinn spilahrappur og láta þá sýning þú minn myndvefnaður, fyrir ÉG viðurværi norns upptekinn á þeirra vefstóll og mikill er enn fyrir þá til vefa.'

Soon the camp packs up, gear stowed and prisoners secured. Most of them are still unconscious, but stable. Redistributing the goods throughout his carriages, Aleph walks a final check run and signals the caravan to depart.

Dieredon leads the convoy at the head, while the Brambleknight loiters at the tail end, after a quick word by Aleph.

Bjorn continues his work on the broken items, tossing aside goods repaired to usable condition.

Skane continues to preview the armoured kilt set and after a quick discussion with Aleph, contemplates in accessorizing his current armoured coat.

The repaired kilt (by Bjorn) would cost 8 gp. It'll change your armor to heavy type with +1 AC bonus.

The final leg of the journey is uneventful.

The walls of a large town looms before you as you make the final bend out of the forest path. As the convoy approaches the main gate, a pair of mounted sentries approach, stops at Aleph's caravan. A flurry of gestures and discussions ensue and soon the sentries approach the prisoner carriage and escorts the convoy in.

Current it is just past noon, 17th Pharast 4711. I think we'll start a calender marking the team's arrival.

Dieredon leads the convoy inside the walls of Deeptown, trailing after the sentry escorts and remaining close to the lead wagon. He frequently glances over his shoulder to see if Aleph has any orders. In addition, Dieredon will glance around the town once inside the walls.

GM: What are the majority of the buildings constructed of? What are the general heights of wall and buildings? Do the walls seem well-maintained and defended?

Perception: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (19) + 7 = 26

DM: With my coat off it still nets me +1 AC, but is Light Armour and thus can sleep in it right? Seems a decent trade up for 8gp.

Skane acknowledges to Aleph that the kilt is to his liking and they have a deal, first opportunity they have he'll settle up the 8gp with the merchant. for book-keeping's sake I'll take the 8gp off now - just incase we don't have the time to roleplay the deal

As he finishes strapping on his new armour the scarred Northman pays more attention to their escorts than the landscape:

Perception: 1d20 ⇒ 1...and then again maybe not...lol

Wesh quietly wanders his way back to and as he apporches the gatse walks the last part of the journey in his armor. Wesh looks around the landscape as the gaurds and other events pass by.

Betony trots in behind the caravan. She had been here before with other caravans but it never seem to not overwhelm her senses. Soooo many people. She does not seem aware of the looks the townsfolk give her and Thistledown.

As you past the main gate stone built approximately 2 floors high, you could see a pair of gate sentries posted at the barbican. On top of the wall, a lone archer patrols. You get the impression that Deeptown is adequately defended for its size.

Aleph's caravan is led throughout the main road and for awhile follows it. The main street is cobbled, traffic in moderate amounts consisting of fellow caravans and their guards. You see livid banners boldly painted, "Welcome to the Festival Of Plenty" with arrows indicating the way. Some people stop to stare at the wolf mounted warrior but most go about their way, ignoring your group.

Soon the caravan veers off and approaches a large square structure. As you enter the threshold you notice the large compound and droves of other merchants and their gear stationed here. The caravan stops as it enter as unoccupied alcove.

Well, we've made it sound. Wait here awhile, I need to arrange for the prisoners here, says Aleph.

He disappears into the crowd and soon returns with a barred carriage and a quartet of figures. One of them brandishes a symbol and soon the unconscious prisoners awake, and bought to the barred carriage. Soon it departs, the newly woken men wide eyed of their surroundings.

He hands each member a pouch with gold amounting to 140gp each.

You're in the caravansary. With Aleph's contract ended, what's next?

Diredon addresses the remainder of the party in total immediately after getting paid by Aleph.

I have grown fond of all of you during this last job. For all of our differences, we seem to work well as a unit. I feel it would be prudent if we stay in each other's company for awhile to see if we can round up some additional work as a group. Plus, there is a bandit leader out there somewhere that may require an attitude adjustment. Maybe we should discuss things over a fine meal in the nearest reputable Inn. I could certainly use some Elven wine and a bath. What say you, friends?

Skane nods to Aleph as he accepts his payment;

"Remember... you ever have need of bloodwork...", the scarred Northman winks at his former employer.

He hails Ghafur next;

"Hoi Kokkur! In my land we have a saying Fullur veit eigi hvar svangur situr... it means in the Common Tongue The satisfied do not know where the hungry sit... on your watch we never went hungry for food nor council. I, son of Sharptunga will miss you my friend."

Turning to his shield brother he converses in Skald:

"Svo bróðir hvaða nú fyrir okkur? Wenches til bera fram okkur öl og hlýja okkar rúmstokkur? Munu við sprunga höfuðkúpa og syngja af okkar Norður- ættjörð?"

Upon hearing the alfur's words Skane gives a measured nod but awaits his fellow Northman's thoughts...

From breaking of camp.
"Fine." Rianna responds to Bjorn. She swiftly pulls nine cards from the deck and fans them out face down in front of Bjorn. Bjorn draws the third card. Suddenly Rianna jumps as Ghafur yells to break camp. "Hang on to that card, return it to me when you are ready to finish your reading." Rianna quickly looks away and makes haste to pick up and ready for travel.

Once we enter Deeptown
Rianna gawks at the sites and tries to recall anything she may have heard about Deeptown from her previous travels.

Knowledge (religion): 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (11) + 2 = 13
Knowledge (local): 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (12) + 7 = 19

Rianna thanks Aleph with a kiss on the cheek as he hands her the pouch. She swiftly puts the money pouch away within the folds of her skirt, hiding it from view.

Bjorn nods his head at Aleph as he places the pouch in his hand. 'Þú ert koma öruggur, hljóð og auðæfi fyrir minn verndun. Finna mig ef þú geta öxl þú þörf annar óttalaus stríðsmaður. Ef þú finna mig í the dimma nótt árás þinn ferðamannalest, hlaupa og ÉG vilja ekki eftirför þú... mjög langt.'

Hearing Skane's words to the cook, Bjorn hollers out. 'Við sitja hér. Þú ert lítill og svo fljótt fiskflak. Sumir af okkur næstum svelta á magur hluti frá this daunillur þræll hver geta ekki matreiða. Minn kviður enn gnýr.' Despite this, he gives Ghafur one last friendly punch in the chest.

Bjorn tilts his head towards Rianna, 'Kona.' Raising his full money pouch, 'Peningar.' Grinning fiercely, 'Nú kjöt og mjöður. Fá okkur til a langur borð og þessir suður- ormur vilja sjá a lítill mál af hvaða bíða eftir okkur mannskapur í Valhalla!'

At Dierdon's words, Bjorn replies to Skane, 'Koma með og dvergur. Wesh geta sjá hvaða verðlaun sofa fram eftir birgðir fyrir prestur af the sannur efstu svalir guð almáttugur.'

Ash watches her companions bid farewell to their employer and uses the busy time to drift away from the group and into the crowds...

Too unstable a mixture by half that lot are... best be on my way tomorrow for the sake of quieter days and safer nights

And with that she is gone...