An Old and Broken World

Game Master Simeon

Adventures in the post-apocalyptic wasteland known as the Barrens.

Map of the Barrens


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Small LG Kobold Wizard 6 | HP 29/29 | AC 17 | F: +4, R: +7, W: +6| BAB: +3, CMB: -1, CMD: 12, | Init: +3 | Perc: +1 | Speed 35ft |

"Let's head back t' Exchange, turn over these troublemakers an' get th' wagon. Once we're settled up, we're headin' fer Kildain, 'less anny o' you wanna stop elsewhere first?" It was already starting to become morning, Sprig wanted to be gone before sunrise.


Female Gnoll Savage 4; HP 51/51; || AC 22 || T 15 || FF 20; Fort +8; Ref +8; Will +5; Init +4; Per +8; SM +8; Stealth +10; CMB +7; CMD 22; Spd 45 ft. Darkvision 60’, Feral Pool: 5/5, Current AC 22/15/20

Brindle’s confusion can no longer be contained. She points to the captured miscreants.

”Shprig! Why are these banditsh more worthy of being handed to the authoritiesh than their leadersh? It would sheem to me the reversh would make shensh.” she blusters, all attempts to enunciate gorgotten for the moment.


Small LG Kobold Wizard 6 | HP 29/29 | AC 17 | F: +4, R: +7, W: +6| BAB: +3, CMB: -1, CMD: 12, | Init: +3 | Perc: +1 | Speed 35ft |

"Yer right Brindle. Th' gnoll n' the orc were most responsible fer what they'd done. But when Ah talked to him, seemed like e' was defeated. Red- Ren- ...the orc was at our mercy and willing' t' talk. Ah thought he could change fer th' better. So, Ah let'm go. They'd be stupid t' try anything while we're in th' region anyway."

Sprig shook his head and sighed. "These other tallfolk'll be fine. We've been tracking 'em from High Gulch all th' way 'ere. They didn't hurt no one 'r steal anythin' far as I know. They'll prolly spend a few days coolin' their heels and be set free again. Ah don't think Ah can say th' same fer the orc n gnoll though, they'd prolly be sent t' the gallows."

The kobold counts the prisoners, making sure they're accounted for. "With any luck th' sheriff has some work for 'em and they'll turn clean. As much as Ah'd like to, we don't have th' time to watch over this many people."


Legendary Gunslinger 3 | HP: 14 | AC: 19 | FF: 16 | TAC: 14 | F: +4, R: +4, W: +2 | Tiefling Init: +3 | Per: +9 | DV 60' | Grit: 3/3 | Speed 30'

Ralrae cocks his head to the side as Sprig speaks, listening to the wily kobold's reasoning. After he finishes, he approaches Brindle. "If it helps, I don't fully understand it either. Not the choices I would make. But I also don't see how it harmed us, and we've got bigger concerns to focus on... So I've decided not to worry too much about it. Mayhaps that could work for you as well?" Ralrae takes the time to clear his musket, see that it's loaded, and generally set his person ready for travel once more.


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The party sets out for Exchange, captive bandits in tow. It's a tense day's ride, what with the large amount of captives, but a bit of menacing by Brindle and Bas and the captives don't make any trouble.

Exchange's sheriff's office is a stone brick building on the edge of town with sturdy walls shored up by scavenged metal.

The interior is similarly spartan, a wooden counter greeting visitors along with two doors on either side, one marked Sheriff and another marked Armory. A long hallway extends behind the counter, cells on each side.

A bored-looking human woman sits behind the counter. She jolts as the party enters, brushing her dark hair out of her face as she says, "Ah, hello there." A confused expression comes onto her face as she sees the half-dozen bandits in tow, "Ah, guessing this ain't a social call?"


Small LG Kobold Wizard 6 | HP 29/29 | AC 17 | F: +4, R: +7, W: +6| BAB: +3, CMB: -1, CMD: 12, | Init: +3 | Perc: +1 | Speed 35ft |

Sprig nodded. "Had some business 'round Iron Tree an' found this rabble milling' about. Things got heated, 'an a fight broke out. Figured we'd turn 'em in, find if they got a bounty worth anythin'."

He scans the room for wanted posters. "While we're here, yew heard anniythin' 'bout the Daughters of Xokar? Client's been real innerested bringin' them to justice."

The kobold looks conflicted as the captives are shuffled off to their cells. When'd I turn into a hunter of men? It's the right thing to do, but this ain't where I thought my road would be leading. Maybe I should talk to the others about the future.


Male Human Level 2 scavenger rogue / Level 3 Fighter HP 42/42 F+8/R+10/W+4 Perception+7

He stuck to the wagons as business was being conducted inside. It felt okay he supposed bringing those fools to justice. It would be nicer if they earned some coin from it as well. He stood there quietly watching the town and life pass by.


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The deputy nods, "Well, I'll happily take 'em in. Ah, standard rate is 3 gold a head. That'll be eighteen."

She lifts a metal box onto the counter, counting out eighteen gold.

As she slides it to Sprig she says, "Daughters of Xokar. Hmm. I know they tend to really like fire. Use it however they can."


Small LG Kobold Wizard 6 | HP 29/29 | AC 17 | F: +4, R: +7, W: +6| BAB: +3, CMB: -1, CMD: 12, | Init: +3 | Perc: +1 | Speed 35ft |

"Thanks kindly, ma'm" Sprig says as he takes his leave.

Meeting the others outside, he hold up the small pouch of coin. "Here we are everyone, our payment! It ain't much, but it's a little somethin' fer' th' each of us." The little lizard counts out three gold each plus a little extra for anyone needing to get some shopping done. Little coin always cheers me up!

+3 Gold each and the remaining three go in the pot.
Party pot of 1446 gold + Whatever y'all have in your pockets.

After divvying up the payment, Sprig take Ralrae aside. "Hey Ralrae, Ah've got somethin' that Ah could use yer help with if yah got a moment." The kobold rather sheepishly admits that he wants to write a letter, but his handwriting is subpar at best.

Assuming he agrees

Sprig's Letter:
Dear Madam,

I am ashamed to say that I was so caught up in your beauty that I forgot to ask your proper name. I write you now to say that Grim Snapjaw and his boys have stumbled across hard times since we left the comforts of your establishment. We have inadvertently made an enemy of a beast named Gruog as well as his shadowy master. We are strong, though I fear that this challenge may yet be the one that breaks us.

Attached is a small gift that I hope may remind you fondly of me, despite my nature. I hope that it finds you in good health and that it may ease any shred of worry you may have at my predicament. I ask you, please, share with me what you know, so I may save the men under my command. Though it may arrive too late, we take comfort in your generosity.

Yours, Geddrick “Grim” Snapjaw

"Whattya think? Too dramatic?" Sprig tries to gauge the tiefling's reaction. The kobold had also purchased a golden brooch worth about 3g to go with it.


Male Half-Elf NG Halcyon Druid 6 | AC 18, T 13, FF 16 | 51/51 hp | Fort +8, Ref +5, Will +10;| Init +2 | Percep +15 | CMD 18

Saraon accepts the pay quietly. Gold wasn't really something he needed much of himself, but others cared about it, so it was always useful to have.


Female Gnoll Savage 4; HP 51/51; || AC 22 || T 15 || FF 20; Fort +8; Ref +8; Will +5; Init +4; Per +8; SM +8; Stealth +10; CMB +7; CMD 22; Spd 45 ft. Darkvision 60’, Feral Pool: 5/5, Current AC 22/15/20

Brindle nods dumbly and stashes the three yellow discs. She knows they mean trade-ability, but wonders why, and who in the end collects them all and what they...do with them.


Male Half-Elf NG Halcyon Druid 6 | AC 18, T 13, FF 16 | 51/51 hp | Fort +8, Ref +5, Will +10;| Init +2 | Percep +15 | CMD 18

Saraon gives Brindle an "I know what you mean" kind of look.


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Seems like Kildain is the next destination. Any business in Exchange before you all head out?


Legendary Gunslinger 3 | HP: 14 | AC: 19 | FF: 16 | TAC: 14 | F: +4, R: +4, W: +2 | Tiefling Init: +3 | Per: +9 | DV 60' | Grit: 3/3 | Speed 30'

Ralrae lifts his head at Sprig's approach. As the small kobold explains what he wants, Ralrae blinks in surprise but mostly manages to keep from reacting. "Sprig, that's well thought out. I wouldn't have thought to keep in contact with the lady... Praising her beauty, giving her a heads up about the spot of trouble we are in, and then giving her a gift - if there's anything she can do or pass on, I'm sure your letter will bring her to it!" Privately, Ralrae is thankful Sprig didn't include any real details about the group or their objectives; he wouldn't put it past the "lady" to sell out their group to Gruog if the opportunity arose, after all.

"I'm more than willing to help write this for you." Ralrae takes a moment to find a clear spot on the wagon, and then takes some of his arcane supplies out and begins scribing the letter for Sprig. "No worries about the pen and ink, nothing magical about them. Just decent quality, good enough for my spellbook."

He finishes the letter, and blots it dry with some sand from his pouch, before rolling it up and delivering it with a "ta-da!" to the kobold.


Small LG Kobold Wizard 6 | HP 29/29 | AC 17 | F: +4, R: +7, W: +6| BAB: +3, CMB: -1, CMD: 12, | Init: +3 | Perc: +1 | Speed 35ft |

Sprig smiles at Ralrae's words. "Thank yew, Ralrae. While Ah can read with some effort, taint' been much call to write the Common tongue. My people's language is fundamental in magick after all." He watches the tiefling work, sometimes mimicking his movements.

Once the letter is done, the lizard slides it into his coat pocket, safe and sound. Sprig moves to leave, but hesitates. He turns to face Ralrae once more a troubled expression on his face. "Can Ah tell yew sumethin'? Ah've been a bean counter, er, trader most mah life. This huntin' down criminals don't really sit well with me and Ah think it shows sometimes. Y'all 'r puttin' a lot of trust in me t' make the right call an' sometimes, Ah ain't sure I'm meetin' that trust. Ah miss when things were simple, I really do."

The lizard pulls his hat over his eyes. "Shucks, lissen t' me go on, Ah shouldn't be telling' yew this. We've barely talked 'fore now. Yer a straight shot 'n a good man, but Ah hardly know th' first thang bout'chew.".

Sprig is having a letter delivered to the proprietor of the King's Court Saloon. He'll also let everyone know that they'll probably be dealing with fire and to prepare for it. Sadly, Abjuration is one of his enemy schools so he can't make potions of Resist Fire without help.


Legendary Gunslinger 3 | HP: 14 | AC: 19 | FF: 16 | TAC: 14 | F: +4, R: +4, W: +2 | Tiefling Init: +3 | Per: +9 | DV 60' | Grit: 3/3 | Speed 30'

Ralrae's left eyebrow quirks at Sprigs words. "For what it's worth.... I'd rather take direction from someone who questions their decisions than from someone sure they are right. I've seen too many of those in the world. If I didn't want to be here, I'd walk away. I'll promise you this, since you seem to be worried about it - if I start feeling you aren't looking out for our group and making the right calls, I'll let ya know. Eh?"


Small LG Kobold Wizard 6 | HP 29/29 | AC 17 | F: +4, R: +7, W: +6| BAB: +3, CMB: -1, CMD: 12, | Init: +3 | Perc: +1 | Speed 35ft |

Slowly, a smile returns to the kobold's face. "Heh. Well, Ah'll hold you to that." Thinking for a moment, Sprig lays out his latest plan. "How about we go get a drink 'r somethin', spend some of that coin we just got? Was plannin' on takin' Bas, but heck, yer welcome t' come along too."

Sprig leaves the wagon, taking note of the people he'd traveled with for quite some time now. "Heck! All o' yah 'r invited. We're a team, right? Let's go have some fun!"


Male Half-Elf NG Halcyon Druid 6 | AC 18, T 13, FF 16 | 51/51 hp | Fort +8, Ref +5, Will +10;| Init +2 | Percep +15 | CMD 18

"I'd say you are, Sprig. For someone hesitant to lead, you do lead well," Saraon adds, the smile his mask hides clear in his eyes. "I'll make that promise too."

When Sprig offers to take the gang out for drinks, he nods.

"Why not? Just because I don't value material possessions as much as 'civilized' folk doesn't mean I don't appreciate the occasional creature comfort."


Small LG Kobold Wizard 6 | HP 29/29 | AC 17 | F: +4, R: +7, W: +6| BAB: +3, CMB: -1, CMD: 12, | Init: +3 | Perc: +1 | Speed 35ft |

Going into the best tavern in town, Sprig lays down 5 Platinum coins, enough for a proper feast! Calling his workers, even Shot, they roll in several cheese wheels they'd been transporting for the past couple days. The largest one was easily 50lbs.

It takes time to set up, but a proper party was organized. Sprig commissioned his favorite food, a massive roast boar. Cheap ale, also provided by the caravan, was set to run freely. As far as the lizard was concerned, everyone was invited. This was a time to celebrate jobs well done, and to relax. It'd been too long.

Event is open to the public with Sprig providing a decent chunk of the food and drink himself.

Sprig looks at his companions, with a tipsy smile. "Yah know, ah've seen th' lot of yew fightin' side by side n all, but ah wonder which of yew is th' strongesht. Y'all wanna find out? Ah call fer armwreshtlin' between th' lot of yah. Winner gets... somethin, Ah'll figgr it out later." While the little lizard is clearly not very strong, he could easily be roped into competition himself. Especially in his inebriated state.


Male Half-Elf NG Halcyon Druid 6 | AC 18, T 13, FF 16 | 51/51 hp | Fort +8, Ref +5, Will +10;| Init +2 | Percep +15 | CMD 18

Saraon partakes of the food and drink, but keeps his enjoyment moderate, discretely lifting his mask for a bite here and a sip there. When Sprig decides to kick the celebration up a notch, he chuckles.

"I'll happily volunteer to go first, if only to get my humiliating loss out of the way. I know I probably sit at the middle tier in terms of raw muscle in our band."


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MurKagran's is evidently to most popular of the four saloons in town. The half-orc behind the counter raises his greying eyebrows and says, "R...really? I can get a good feast whipped up for that much, don't you worry."

The proprietors of the bar seem suspicious at first, but grow to warm up to the party once free food and cheap booze are put on offer.

The boar is a bit mutated, though with two heads it makes for an impressive sight when roasted and put on a platter with potatoes, carrots, and other vegetables hardy enough to survive in the hard soil.

Five people seem most interested in arm wrestling, and when Saraon steps up to the metaphorical plate, a wiry gnome nods to him. The gnome says bombastically, "You fancy a round with me? You wouldn't be the first that Bordumbar's beaten!"


Male Human Level 2 scavenger rogue / Level 3 Fighter HP 42/42 F+8/R+10/W+4 Perception+7

"Aww come now Sprig, we all know that what's up here is more important than whats in your arms."

He began belching loudly after the fifth drink and tapping his forehead...but then he rolled up his sleeve and gave his flex.

"Good thing i got plenty here too eh? Who wants to try me?"

He asked with a sly grin taking a seat at a table.

strength check: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (14) + 4 = 18


Male Half-Elf NG Halcyon Druid 6 | AC 18, T 13, FF 16 | 51/51 hp | Fort +8, Ref +5, Will +10;| Init +2 | Percep +15 | CMD 18

"Who knows, maybe I'll be the last?" Saraon says as he takes a seat next to Bas. He first attempts to armwrestle with Bas.

Strength: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (8) + 2 = 10

Bas is able to slam Saraon's arm into the table easily, prompting a surprised shout, and then a laugh.

"I don't know what I expected."

Then he turns to Bordumbar.

"So, shall we have a go, or would you rather take the winner instead?"


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Bordumbar studies Bas and Saraon before saying, "I'll take on the one I challenged!"

He clambers onto the chair opposite Saraon and puts up his small but surprisingly muscular arm.

Alright, so I'll allow a strength check to brute force through it, a sleight of hand to cheat, or some other check if you can justify it.


Female Gnoll Savage 4; HP 51/51; || AC 22 || T 15 || FF 20; Fort +8; Ref +8; Will +5; Init +4; Per +8; SM +8; Stealth +10; CMB +7; CMD 22; Spd 45 ft. Darkvision 60’, Feral Pool: 5/5, Current AC 22/15/20

Brindle is fairly overwhelmed by the spectacle, unused to such disorganised and informal celebrations, and irked by the competitions, reminding her much of her male food is welcome, but the consumption of liquor does not appeal. Still, it is heartening to see, that even in the wasteland, folk seem able to relax.

Munching mutant pork, Brindle lazily watches the arm wrestling.


Legendary Gunslinger 3 | HP: 14 | AC: 19 | FF: 16 | TAC: 14 | F: +4, R: +4, W: +2 | Tiefling Init: +3 | Per: +9 | DV 60' | Grit: 3/3 | Speed 30'

Ralrae is kicked back on a bench, legs crossing each other under the table. He idly snacks on some of the foodstuffs, occasionally finding choice bit of pork or fruit to focus on and enjoy. The small tiefling has no desire to join the arm wrestling contest, though he certainly takes his enjoyment watching the characters puffing their chests out at each other. He flicks a crumb towards Brindle to get her attention. "Think the little guy will take Saraon?


Male Half-Elf NG Halcyon Druid 6 | AC 18, T 13, FF 16 | 51/51 hp | Fort +8, Ref +5, Will +10;| Init +2 | Percep +15 | CMD 18

Saraon extends his arm and when his opponent is ready, he begins to push.

Brute forcing it, Saraon doesn't cheat!

Strength!: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (4) + 2 = 6


Small LG Kobold Wizard 6 | HP 29/29 | AC 17 | F: +4, R: +7, W: +6| BAB: +3, CMB: -1, CMD: 12, | Init: +3 | Perc: +1 | Speed 35ft |

Sprig takes a heaping plate of his favorite pork and alternates between eating it and cheering the others on. The roast boar has a delightfully crisp skin and is served with a healthy dosage of gravy. Despite not being directed at him, the kobold intercepts Ralrae's question. "Saraon's got this, 'less he tired himself against Bas. He's pretty strong!"

The little lizard claps and hollers his support for Saraon as the two men struggle.
Aid Another, if emotional support counts ;p

Looking at the two reclining party members, Sprig gives them a wink and a question. "Well, what 'bout the two of you? What do you think's fun?"

For some reason I think Brindle's going to say knitting.


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Bordumbar grins wildly as he locks hands with Saraon, "Come on then big boy, show me whatcha got!"

It's barely even a competition. Saraon is able to hold up for a second before Bordumbar slams the half-elf's hand on the table so hard it bruises Saraon's knuckles.

A few chuckles can be heard from the surrounding spectators.

The gnome leaps onto his chair and lets out a shrill cry of victory before grabbing a mug of beer and downing it in a single gulp. He shouts, "WHO WILL CHALLENGE BORDUMBAR?"

Strength: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (20) + 3 = 23


Male Half-Elf NG Halcyon Druid 6 | AC 18, T 13, FF 16 | 51/51 hp | Fort +8, Ref +5, Will +10;| Init +2 | Percep +15 | CMD 18

Wow, a nat 20!

Saraon yelps in surprise as his arm is wrenched to the table in a flash. Then he chuckles at the victorious gnome.

"Impressive...most impressive."

He stands from the table and nurses his bruised hand.


Male Human Level 2 scavenger rogue / Level 3 Fighter HP 42/42 F+8/R+10/W+4 Perception+7

Does this Bordumbar seem like a popular gnome? like would the crowd be way more jolly and happy if he wins? Is Bas sober enough to even tell?

"Haha! you are a stout little fellow for sure. I'll have a go at ya Loser buys the winner a drink eh?"

He offered setting himself into the seat and putting out his arm. He mentally was hemhawing how to proceed. In the end, he felt it would be best if her went at it as a serious matter, no sense in the gnome sensing he wasnt giving it his all and being offended. Regardless of the outcome he was going to spend more time with the plucky gnome strongman to be sure. He liked the sandpaper in his spine to be sure.

strength: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (19) + 4 = 23


Legendary Gunslinger 3 | HP: 14 | AC: 19 | FF: 16 | TAC: 14 | F: +4, R: +4, W: +2 | Tiefling Init: +3 | Per: +9 | DV 60' | Grit: 3/3 | Speed 30'

Ralrae smiles at Sprig's question and taps the side of his nose. "That would be telling, no? But since you're asking... I'd rather a game of skill than strength or chance. I'm much better at those, naturally." His smile turns into a lopsided grin as he freely admits to cherry picking the games he chooses to involve himself in. Ralrae turns his head towards Brindle. "And you, our fine compatriot? What would rouse you from your comforts?" Ralrae's speech is more flowing, the drink and relaxation bringing out some of the finer accents he had read in his studies over his long years.


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Strength: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (1) + 3 = 4

Bordumbar grins, "I can take you. Bein' weak seems like a theme for you all!"

This contest is as lopsided as the last, if not more so. Bas and Bordumbar ready to wrestle, and as soon as time is called Bas smashes Bordumbar's hand down onto the table with force so great it causes the old table to tilt a bit, causing Bordumbar's beer to slide off and the mug to shatter.

Bordumbar seems stunned for a moment before saying, "Well, I...I. You've, you did quite well I suppose. I guess you've earned that drink."


Male Half-Elf NG Halcyon Druid 6 | AC 18, T 13, FF 16 | 51/51 hp | Fort +8, Ref +5, Will +10;| Init +2 | Percep +15 | CMD 18

Saraon winces at the sound of shattering glass, but then applauds Bas' victory.


Small LG Kobold Wizard 6 | HP 29/29 | AC 17 | F: +4, R: +7, W: +6| BAB: +3, CMB: -1, CMD: 12, | Init: +3 | Perc: +1 | Speed 35ft |

The kobold nearly spits out his drink as Bas makes his victory known. He claps his claws together with gusto before rummaging around in his pack. With delicate care, he pulls out a glass bottle wrapped in cotton gauze. "Well, boys. Ah've been waitin' for a good moment t' crack this open and it seems now's th' time."

With flourish, the little lizard unravels the protective padding to reveal a bottle of whiskey, the label declaring it "Oldlaw Single Malt". "Rumor says that this here was bottled before the world was the way it is now. Ah count mahself very lucky t' 'ave acquired it 'fore it was opened." Sprig motions for all of his companions to come closer.

"Ah've told y'all my dream, now how about we taste it?" A nervous excitement started to build in the lizard as he carefully poured a shot for everyone interested (including the gnome if he wants). "Now don't drink it right away, let it breathe. It's already waited a hundred years, it ain't goin' anywhere."


Male Half-Elf NG Halcyon Druid 6 | AC 18, T 13, FF 16 | 51/51 hp | Fort +8, Ref +5, Will +10;| Init +2 | Percep +15 | CMD 18

Saraon accepts his shot when offered, raising it.

"A toast, then. To the world that was and can be again!"


Female Gnoll Savage 4; HP 51/51; || AC 22 || T 15 || FF 20; Fort +8; Ref +8; Will +5; Init +4; Per +8; SM +8; Stealth +10; CMB +7; CMD 22; Spd 45 ft. Darkvision 60’, Feral Pool: 5/5, Current AC 22/15/20

Brindle frowns at Sprig’s question of “fun”.

”The females enjoy hobbling a captive before outnumbering it and then ripping it limb from limb while it tries to defend itself.” The gnoll looks into the middle distance.

”I know no “fun”. I find solace in the hunt and peace away from my tribe, or huddled in sleep with my pack.

Pretty much...knitting.


Small LG Kobold Wizard 6 | HP 29/29 | AC 17 | F: +4, R: +7, W: +6| BAB: +3, CMB: -1, CMD: 12, | Init: +3 | Perc: +1 | Speed 35ft |

"No fun? Well, ah believe that's th' saddesht thing ah've ever heard." Sprig said with a mild slur. He'd clearly been approaching his limit with alcohol. "Hey, how's about we take yew to th' general shtore an' we get you some things to try. Yer free from th' tribe, yew can do whatever yew want."

a Knitting Gnoll. That was unintentional but I kinda like it.

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Sprig strained to reach, but he successfully clinks his glass. "To a future for each 'n every one of ush!"


Legendary Gunslinger 3 | HP: 14 | AC: 19 | FF: 16 | TAC: 14 | F: +4, R: +4, W: +2 | Tiefling Init: +3 | Per: +9 | DV 60' | Grit: 3/3 | Speed 30'

Ralrae smiles. "A future, eh? I'll drink to that. Though I'd normally like a few more particulars defined, any future is better than no future. To futures! He reaches out to clink glasses with the inebriated kobold, and Ralrae makes a mental note to keep an eye on the little dragon to make sure he is safely ensconced in his wagon before the night is over.


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Bordumbar scoffs, "Ah, not one for handouts. Suppose I appreciate the offer though."

The party stays up drinking for however long they see fit, and eventually turn in. Rooms at the saloon are fairly cheap, and the money Sprig provided can easily cover the cost of rooms for the party.

The town is it's normal bustling self come morning. Most patrons of the saloon are there for the breakfast spread, though a few down-on-their luck scavengers at the bar are recognizable to the party, including one who's seemingly slept in a booth while stretching the lifespan of a whiskey far beyond it's natural state.

The general store, along with the blacksmith and the stables, are open for business.


Small LG Kobold Wizard 6 | HP 29/29 | AC 17 | F: +4, R: +7, W: +6| BAB: +3, CMB: -1, CMD: 12, | Init: +3 | Perc: +1 | Speed 35ft |

The drink is strong, but smooth. While it still burns the throat, it does so in slower, consistent manner that speaks to its age. Those familiar with drinking should have no problem downing their shot, though Sprig in particular has no difficulty. It does, however, push him over his limit into full drunkenness. He eventually attempts to impress the others with a dance of his own creation.

Dance: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (6) + 1 = 7

...with predictable results. The lizard is quickly overcome by exhaustion and passes out moments later.

Once he wakes in the morning, Sprig struggles his way to a glass of water, administering Alchemist's Kindness to cure his aching hangover. Ten agonizing minutes pass and the kobold is cured. He then does the same for anyone suffering the same dire fate.

At breakfast, he calls the group together. "Phew, well Ah think that was a night t' remember. It's a new day now, we ready 't head t' Kildain 'n clean up that town?"


Male Human Level 2 scavenger rogue / Level 3 Fighter HP 42/42 F+8/R+10/W+4 Perception+7

fort save for funsies: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (10) + 6 = 16

No girls looked past his scaring... expected. What he hadnt expected was how good he felt the morning after. Clearly the good stuff agreed with him, not the normal rotgut and swill he was used to drinking. He could get used to this. He was sharpening his Bardiche when he heard the little lizard speak of cleaning upi Kildain and he blinked. Was that what they were doing really? cleaning up the lawlessness of the lands?

Now that he thought about it, It certainly seemed like that was the path they had began to tread down. He wasnt sure how he felt about that. I mean he had just been along to earn some coin and survive... but were they actually doing idealistic things and good about the land? Huh. That was new... for him at least. He chewed on his lip in thought for a bit.

'Hey does this place have one of those barbershops I've heard about? It's been a good week, maybe a haircut and a shave would clean me up some. Cant' say i've been to a barber before."


Female Gnoll Savage 4; HP 51/51; || AC 22 || T 15 || FF 20; Fort +8; Ref +8; Will +5; Init +4; Per +8; SM +8; Stealth +10; CMB +7; CMD 22; Spd 45 ft. Darkvision 60’, Feral Pool: 5/5, Current AC 22/15/20

Brindle wakes in her usual spot, a nest of furs and the poncho Sprig bought her bundled into a comfy heap in the wagon. The smell of meats and shoop calls to the gnoll, and ere long she finds her way to the rest of the group.

”Yes! To Kildain! And perhaps we can find interesting things there too!


Fragments of the First Battle Maps | Old and Broken Battle Maps | Twilight of the Heroic Age Battle Maps |

Wandering the town, Bas finds a shop that catches his eye, with a sign that promises the services of a doctor, barber, surgeon, and dentist. Only one name is listed on the sign, suggesting that the same individual fulfills all four roles.


Male Half-Elf NG Halcyon Druid 6 | AC 18, T 13, FF 16 | 51/51 hp | Fort +8, Ref +5, Will +10;| Init +2 | Percep +15 | CMD 18

Saraon overhears Bas and approaches him.

"Mind if I join you, Bas? I could use a trim of my hair too."


Small LG Kobold Wizard 6 | HP 29/29 | AC 17 | F: +4, R: +7, W: +6| BAB: +3, CMB: -1, CMD: 12, | Init: +3 | Perc: +1 | Speed 35ft |

Sprig shrugs his small shoulders, the hairless reptile has never been to a barber. "Can't say that Ah've ever been Bas, but Ah'm sure there's one around somewhere. Heck, Ah bet yew'll clean up nice!"

The kobold heads to the local transport office to have his letter delivered, dropping it off with the teller and paying his fees. He also stocks up on supplies for the journey and pays his guards for their hard work, even Shot.

Paying a total of 14g 5s for wages, delivery and food for the animals.


Fragments of the First Battle Maps | Old and Broken Battle Maps | Twilight of the Heroic Age Battle Maps |

Bas and Saraon walk into the building. Three chairs sit in front of mirrors. They look fairly comfortable, but straps for the wrists, ankles, and forehead suggest there might be a bit or surgery that goes on here.

An older human man, thin and balding, sits at a desk, with three blackboards behind him, listing prices for various dental, surgical, and barbershop procedures.

He smiles widely, revealing sevral obviously fake teeth, ”Well hey there, Doc Bandon’s the name. Anything need removing? I’m runnin’ a special on beards, molars, and fingers today!”


Male Half-Elf NG Halcyon Druid 6 | AC 18, T 13, FF 16 | 51/51 hp | Fort +8, Ref +5, Will +10;| Init +2 | Percep +15 | CMD 18

Saraon lets Bas make his request first.


Male Human Level 2 scavenger rogue / Level 3 Fighter HP 42/42 F+8/R+10/W+4 Perception+7

"hoy there uh Doc. Spent a bit of time in the wilds, thought maybe a haircut and a shave was in order. I would like to keep my teeth and fingers at the moment though."

He said with a hearty laugh hopefully to make it clear he was joking. he took a seat in the closest chair and tried to relax.


Male Half-Elf NG Halcyon Druid 6 | AC 18, T 13, FF 16 | 51/51 hp | Fort +8, Ref +5, Will +10;| Init +2 | Percep +15 | CMD 18

"And when you're done, I'd like my hair trimmed as well."

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