randall793's Three Days to Kill

Game Master randall793

At Bjorn's actions towards Rianna, Skane grimly smiles and mutters:

"Saurlífisseggur!"

Bjorn bobs his head in a nod to his shield brother as he enthusiastically responds, 'Ja!'

Shield Bump :)

The raven mask's beak opens and close slightly..Indeed..your questions are of merit! We wish that the alliance does not cement. A suggestion on how to accomplish it would to make it seem that Lucien is incompetent, unable to promise the security of the meeting. Should this meeting follow through uneventfully however, his power and influence would be multiplied, we would think the town's safety would be at risk. How you do it does not need to end in slaughter although your reward would be doubled if Lucien himself fell. We anticipate he will be guarded well at least a dozen men are expected to be present, however the 3rd party would likely send a token group to honor the meet.

The man with the rhino mask interjects, We would make this task worth the risk. How would 300 platinum pieces mark up to you? A third of it would be made available if resources are needed to complete the objective.

The room stands still as each tends to their own thoughts.

At the mention of the reward even Skane's impassivly set jaw twitches and he mutters to Rianna in Skald:

"ÉG segja já. Það er a mátun verðlaun og við munu vafalaust tvöfaldur það hvenær við taka Lucian's höfuð eins og a kollhúfa".

Dieredon just casually nods at Rianna when he hears the reward.

I am reserving my post until everyone has had a chance to respond to the DM's post. That way I'm not stepping on anyone's toes and agreeing to something that someone may or may not want to comment on. Also, this allows me to get a feel for what the group wants.

"If it is taking down bandits, we are in."

Wesh says "I am in as well."

As the others speak out, Bjorn shakes his head from side to side, muttering as he looks askance at the southerners in the party. 'Það var eini a fyrstur tilboð. Efstu svalir guð almáttugur, ÉG vilja selja þá allt þeir leita að og hætta störfum auðugur fyrir handan mál.'

Skane mutters a quick stern reply in Skald to his oar-brother:

"Já það var þeirra fyrstur tilboð. En hvenær a bjáni tilboð þú hans peningakistill þú skiljast af ótta við að hann gera sér ljóst hann er a bjáni..."

Rianna looks over the group in the room. Pausing to identify each mask and the robes beneath them. When she finally speaks, it is with the authority of a ringmaster, It appears that our group is eager to right wrongs and defend good. But is it the good we are defending or your purse? Rianna flips her hand as if shooing a fly, No matter, those in our group with more experience in battling men like this show concern. Your offer is good, but perhaps too good. They are leery of honeyed offers that seem to good to be true. There is definitely something you are not telling us or that we don't know about this Lucien and the meeting. If we are to risk our necks for your well-being and purse, it is only right and well that we know what we are getting into. If this Lucien is half as dangerous as I'm beginning to understand, and if he is putting this big of a thorn in your business, truly he is worth even more than you have already offered. Rianna pauses and glances back at her comrades. I hope I'm doing right. I'm so nervous I'm about to pee in my shorts. I don't want anyone of them to die for a few platinum pieces. Rianna straightens her skirt absentmindedly, Truly our previous exploits give credence to our power and strength as a team. Yet it only speaks of our strength of arms and nothing of our many other talents. We will need to use all our skills and talents to accomplish this task you have set before us. . . . 500 platinum for disrupting Lucien's meeting, doubled if Lucien meets an untimely end.

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (17) + 5 = 22
Sense Motive: 1d20 + 0 ⇒ (10) + 0 = 10

Dieredon watches closely to guage the effect of Rianna's counteroffer.

Well that ought to stir them up. I valid and reasonable counter though.

Standing tall Skane merely nods and narrows his eyes at the masked men.

Well said hunang ræðumaður

The masked men shifts uncomfortably, hearing the Varisian's negotiation. However, the raven mask begins to speak.

You speak of defending good and righting wrongs, which is commendable. We give you a chance to strike out at bandits before they manage to organize for the good of the town as well as for fellow travelers like you. Think of the defenseless who've fallen victim before. Strike at them before they strike others. Alas we could only stop at 400 platinum for this service, any more and we could hire an army to do the job, but we would fail at being discreet. That and double for Lucien's fall.

The rhino mask promises 130 platinum in advance if the team is in agreement.

Skane stares at the masks, through the masks, before speaking;

"And the spoils of war? Ours to keep I trust... If this... "Lucien" is as powerful as you claim he and his will have coin, weapons and items that befits a "bandit lord"... Ours is the risk. Ours should be the reward nei?"

Bjorn quirks an eyebrow at the response of the masked men's speaker. Gesturing at them, he tosses his head towards Skane, saying, 'Ef þeir ert án vörn, ef til vill við öxl taka eftir hans orð. Við fá a hella sér yfir Skýr náungi og árás this bær nú. Stigamaður fyrir allur! Þá, hvenær við metta okkur og ert karlmannafatasali með gleðispillir af staður, við láta Skýr axarskaft hans vegur hér eini til finna þessi einhver hefur barinn hann til það. Þessi öxl hrista traust af hans mannskapur og ef til vill espa sumir brotthlaup. Þá við dýfa bak í, morð the stigamaður og eyðileggja hans herafli. Við viðurværi einn lifandi langur nógur til leiða okkur til þeirra nurla og halda áfram á okkar vegur, ránsfengur eins og við sjá vel á sig kominn. Eftir allt saman, við ert 'aviking.'

Dieredon casually steps up to Rianna and whispers in her ear,

Take the deal at 400 - well done.

He then steps back to his former position.

Skane smiles grimly at Bjorn's comment and nods to his alfur companion, following his lead he steps up to the Great Bear O' The North and mutters, still wearing his gallows grin before returning to his stance beside Wesh and the Brambleknight:

"Já bróðir við ert a víkingur. Fyrstur við taka höfuð trophies frá þessir stigamaður. Vinna sér inn okkar mynt , vinna sér inn okkar ættarsaga. Þá við ala upp Deeptown , tómur þess peningakistill og lína þess grafreitur!"

Wesh smiles that the compromise deal seems to be working in their favor and by a large amount.

Bjorn gives Skane a quizzical look. 'Hvaða er það með þú og þinn þörf til grafa allt? Ef til vill þú ert eins og a hundur; þú þörf til grafa heiti jurta af körfublómaætt. Hvenær við finna tími, ÉG vilja próf þú til sjá ef þú varúlfur ekki a bardagamaður yfirleitt, en þú varúlfur millitíð til vera a hundur töfralæknir.'

Skane wryly smiles at Bjorn;

"Heh. Jarfi grafa þeirra drepa , til spara frá hrææta. eins og gráðugur bjarnarfeldur har. Feel frjáls til próf mig bróðir , þú vilja ekki finna mig eins og ófullnægjandi eins og a Suður- stigamaður."

He taps his shield rim with his axe and grins wolvishly at Bjorn...

As rightfully taken via conquest, whatever you can carry from the area is yours. The masked men nod in agreement. Seeing the deal almost brokered, the raven mask offers a hand to seal the deal.

Rianna steps forward and extends her hand to shake that of the Raven's. I believe we have a deal. Þó minn norður- vinátta mega vera a hluti undrandi þessi a mjúkur sunnanmaður vita þeirra tungumál. Rianna lets out a soft giggle. If I may, I would like to speak to the one of your group here that knows the most about this upcoming meeting. It would do us well to gather as much information as possible so that we can properly ascertain how to approach the meeting. Other than that, we will take our leave and get to work accomplishing this task set before us.

We shall arrange for a representative to meet you tomorrow morning. Do not worry, we know where you stay. We will provide some assistance in the way of items we think that may help you with your task. That you shall receive before you leave tomorrow. Here, study this. It has details on location and time of the expected meet. *hands Rianna a sealed envelope* The raven mask continues, I suggest you rest well, for tomorrow will be a long day.

The rhino mask hands Rianna a pouch, jingling as it changes hands. An advancement if you may. Now we would like to see you fulfill your part of the deal and the rest is yours.

Not many have held such an amount of wealth as Rianna does currently with 130 platinums in her grasp.

Rianna thanks them for the money and business. She than takes the pouch and hides it in her blouse. Rianna turns and taking the sealed envelope in one hand, passes her other arm through Bjorn's and begins walking back out of the temple. She begins to sing a raucous tune fit for the festival as they leave the temple.

Perform (sing): 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (1) + 8 = 9
Sleight-of-hand: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (18) + 6 = 24
Bah, poor performance, even by my standards.

Bjorn struts out of the temple with his little gypsy on his arm. He winces when her bawdy tune comes out sour. Unabashedly looking down the top of her blouse, he comments, 'Góður hugmynd. Það vilja vera mikill gaman útlit fyrir þessi fjármunir seinna í okkar herbergi.'

Dieredon follows the group out of the temple, and waits to be the last to exit, never really taking his eyes off the masked men. he smiles broadly and half bows, saying,

It will be a pleasure to complete the task we have been assigned...good day to all.

Skane grins as Rianna's song reaches the group's ears. Nodding he calls upon the skills of his infamous father Ingvâr Sharptunga, a skald of black song and blacker repute, and begins a old song of the North as the party trudge back to their inn;

Perform (Song):1d20 + 1 ⇒ (11) + 1 = 12

minn heiðingi forfaðir kalla minn nafn
í gegnum hvítur litur foss af minn ættjörð
frá dimma og þokufullur skógur
frá öflugur með snæviþakta tinda fjallshlíð
í gegnum vindur af okkar norður- sjór

Það hefur been a þúsund ár
en enn ég er stoltur
enn ég er Ulfen
enn arinn ættarsaga af minn folk
faðma minn sál

í gegnum hvítur litur foss af minn ættjörð
frá dimma og þokufullur skógur
frá öflugur með snæviþakta tinda fjallshlíð
í gegnum vindur af okkar norður- sjór

láta vallarmaður og með heimþrá
hefjast handa eldur og blóð
láta lambskinn verða jarfi
og okkar skylmingamaður finna dýrð!

While not great Skane's deep timber holds the note and the song sounds suitably rousing to celebrate the group's fortune and new purpose.

Wesh asks Rianna "What is in the sealed envelope?"

Betony picks up that Skane's gibberish is a song. Clapping, she begins to whistle along...a completely different tune.

But it seems to keep the same beat and tempo with a light and aery melody.

Perform (Whistle) -> 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (12) + 3 = 15

After the group makes it back to the Inn, Rianna reveals to all what is in the envelope.

Bjorn grins at the words in the missive. 'Heilbrigður þessi er fleiri af a áskorun. ÉG búast við okkur til andlit á minnstur tveir tylft mannskapur á milli this Skýr og a þriðji flokkurinn. Eins og fyrir skeifa , ef við verða gera , ÉG segja við taka á leigu þá og ekki sóa gull kaupa þá.'

Meant to spoiler everyone into Skane's dirge lol

Casting his eyes over the letter Skane nods thoughtfully at Bjorn's words;

"Each man of the North is worth a dozen of theirs, so the odd sit in our favour... As for steeds perhaps we could just steal them?" he smiles wolfishly...

"Hiring would seem best for those who require mounts... as the alfur and Brambleknight have their own steeds of quality..."

I agree, there is no reason why we cannot afford to rent a few mounts for the foray. What is the split on the gold for each of us in case we want to make some quick upgrades to our weapons or purchase some healing? A wand of healing to get us through the inevitable battle may be worth considering before the split of up-front gold.

130 pp = 1300 gp, 6 in party, so 216 each with some change. If someone wants to use my share, they can repay me when we get the rest. There are a couple of scrolls I wish to buy, but other than that, I'm good.

Same here. Skane has done enough shopping - would make more sense for us to boot up with scrolls and some healing items right enough.

'ÉG nota a betri orf. ÉG samþykkja þessi a töfrasproti af lækna er góð kaup hugmynd.'

398.16 less 318 for a masterwork scythe leaves 90.16. Trading in his old scythe, after damages, should leave Bjorn with about 15 gp all of which he'll give towards the wand.

Randall: Assuming someone can use it, can we pick up a wand of cure light wounds quickly? What will be the cost?

I agree on getting the wand of cure light wounds quickly

Such a wand could be found at the low price of 750gp for 50 charges. I assume the preparation would take place on the next morning after a good night's rest. So currently it's 18th Pharast, daybreak, 7am, The Withered Oak Inn. The ring of the morning meal sounds from below, inviting guests to arise and join.

As you arrive to the main hall, there's a familiar face already seated, sipping a steaming cup. As he notes your arrival, he beckons you to join him. His bushy eyebrows lift up in greeting. Morning guv. Here I am to grease your way forward. You employers have offered a few items and services they think may help. I've horses outside you may loan for your journey. Read this map too. There's this sack with things I'm told to hand over. Got it?

Dorungus sees the number of horses needed, they're light horses, non combat trained. He looks a bit agitated, eager to get his assignment done with.

Lastly, a map of your surroundings.

Coming down the stairs with his gypsy, Bjorn states, 'ÉG þörf til kaupa a betri gæði stríð orf áður við byrja.'

Bjorn looks around the tables at people and what they are eating to see what is being served.

Skane nods at the couple as he arrives at the breakfast table shortly after Bjorn and Rianna:

"Já a töfrasproti og þinn nýr orf við munu hafa. Minn mynt er þinn mynt bróðir. Ef til vill til við öxl laun this hótel fyrir a nýr rúm of nei? Har-Har-Har!"

The scarred warrior chuckles wryly and winks at Rianna. Turning his attention to their guest and the breakfast spread, Skane answers between mouthfuls of pork, bread and cheese;

"Aye messenger we understand." (eyes Dorungus warily as he chews) "Why so nervous friend? Do we Northmen scare you that much?"

Dieredon strolls down for breakfast and joins the others at the table. He immediately unrolls and examines the maps handed over by the messenger.

So, where is the location of Lucien's meet? Trail's End on this map? If so, it looks like we will need to cross the Dream River.

Randall: What is the exact location of the meet, and how long will it take to reach the location?

Dorungus sips his drink a tad bit loudly before speaking, Trail's End is a mansion located along the Dream river, never been there myself. He looks at the map before adding on. Never learned to read either though, but looks like your map is drawn well.

He eyes Skane before shooting back, Nay, the sooner I get done, the faster I gets paid, just like you. Before I forget, the horses loan come off from your final pay. If they remain alive and well that is.

Deeptowners seem to believe in a heavy breakfast, as Bjorn seems to see. Rich fried foods adorn the table with fried eggs, meats, bread fried with eggs and helpings of preserve.

Each hex is 6 miles across.

Was just making sure there was meat being served, so Bjorn wouldn't have to make good on his promise to the innkeep from yesterday.

Bjorn sits down to a hearty meal, taking a moment midway to catch the innkeep's eye, and with a heavy glare, slowly nod to him.

Presuming Rianna or Wesh, as our resindent spell casters, would be examining the sack and its contents?

Chewing on some pork and fried egg-bread Skane balefully ignores the messenger and gestures towards the items in the sack;

"So friends what of the trinkets? How will they aid us in our task?

Betony tries to keep pace with Thistledown and Bjorn, but just can't eat that much breakfast.

But loving surprises, she reaches in the sack and pulls out a rocket. "Ohhhh, what is this? She turns it about and holds it up to the candle on the table to see it better. "Look, there is little bright red flowers painted on it."

How about a roll for initiative right now? Especially Betony.

Gnomes and Explosives. What could go wrong?

Initiative -> 1d20 + 0 ⇒ (3) + 0 = 3 :P