I don't think there's any harm in asking. There's a lot of prep work already done, we've all got good backstories tied into the campaign, and we're not enormously advanced.
I don't think it'd be too hard for new GM to step in.
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Any movement on a restart at all?
Merry Christmas to all. I'll be at the in-laws until Dec 30th with only my phone, so apologies if my posting is spotty. Normal service will resume ASAP.
I'm in agreement with Reynard and Agnes. 2 and 4 are the best options, but I'm happy to wait until the new year and see if circumstances are better come January. Hope things pick up for you GM. For what it's worth, this is a great game and I'm having an awesome time.
Things seem to have slowed down somewhat over the last couple of weeks. Is everyone still here? Is everything OK GM?
"I can build us some shelves, and I can probably have a look at getting some of the structural issues down there sorted out," Adun says, returning upstairs having checked on the Fushi Sisters. "I'm not the best builder in the city by any means, but I learned from the best." A brief look of grief crosses Adun's face as he thinks of his father and the company he had helped build before the Thrunists destroyed everything.
A chance encounter with his cousin Marek is Adun's first indication that the groundswelling of rebellion they had hoped to foment is already taking shape. Mistrustful by nature since his father's murder, he nonetheless admits to a small amount of hope. "I'd be pleased if it did. I don't know who these people are, but I'd trust nearly anyone to do a better job running Kintargo than our current mayor." Adun continues on his way, more hopeful for change than he'd been for some time. On his arrival at Laria's he slips into the back room and changes before descending to the Wasp's Nest.
Adun has little to occupy him during the next day. He takes the time to rest in the room Agnes has kindly provided him with, recuperating from his wounds and trying to come to terms with his sudden ascent to leader of a burgeoning rebellion. He eats, rests, and waits for the call to action.
I'm happy with Secrecy. I'd quite like the daredevil boots, they'd help me move around in combat a lot. Otherwise there's not much loot from the pile I'd want. As for loot division, we should probably put into the treasury enough that we've got a bit of breathing room above the minimum required. We don't want too much money sitting around hampering our purchasing power.
Sounds fair to me. I'll have a read through the players' guide today to brush up on the rules.
Adun nods thoughtfully at Laria's suggestion. "I suspect most of Thrune's current prisoners did nothing worse than drop some grain or fail to buy one of his overpriced portraits." A fire seems to be lit inside Adun, as he becomes visibly fired up and enthusiastic. "We can show these people that there are those out there willing to stand up against Thrune, willing to show that they care about Kintargo and Kintargans - that's how we build a rebellion."
I’m interested in using the Rebellion rules, I like how they allow you to feel like part of something larger, something alive. I don’t think it’ll be a lot of extra work, but it could slow things down a lot if it takes attention away from the main plot. I’d favour using true rules but mostly keeping them in the background, maybe with an occasional report from the rebellion or interaction with the teams during downtime.
"Carl is right," Adun says, taking off his disguise now that the group is alone. "There only so much that a few of us can do. We need supporters, people who aren't afraid to stand up and resist in any way they can."
Congratulations! Don't worry about us, baby and mum come first.
Adun/The Pale Knight has levelled. Vigilante 2
I'm off on holiday for a week and a bit tomorrow so my posting might become a little patchy. Apologies in advance, feel free to bot me if needed.
Just a heads-up that I'm going away for four days after work this evening so my posting might be a bit spotty. I'll try to keep up with things while I'm away but normal posting will resume on Monday.
Reply: "Not me Roman. I'm keeping my head down but my ears open. I don't want to do anything that might attract the authorities," he replies, glad to see a friendly face. "How's business?" he asks, handing over a couple of gold coins for one of Roman's sturdy and well-made crowbars. "Getting any hassle from our new overlord's lackeys?"
"I've got no reason to go looking for work," Adun says around a mouthful of cheese. "It's very kind of you to let us lodge here, Laria," he adds, using his hands to sweep up his crumbs from the table before depositing them onto his plate. "We'll do our best to be excellent guests." After lunch Adun will head out into town to a builder's merchant who was a friend of his father's and is sympathetic to Adun's plight. He'll buy a crowbar, just in case any more rusty grates need opening.
"We can look tomorrow if you'd rather?" Adun replies, seeing the fatigue written across Brianna's face. "Anyway, I need to find somewhere to pick up a crowbar before we start delving underground again."
"That's very kind," Adun replies. "We'll do everything we can to keep our comings and goings as quiet as possible. Who's Nan?" he asks.
"Thanks for taking us in Ms Longroads," Adun replies, put at ease by the halfling's easy manner. "I can't say I know much about the Silver Ravens, but if they're opposed to Thrune and the Asmodeans who are taking over our city then they sound like something I want to be a part of."
With the items laid out and the experts in the group reviewing them, Adun takes off his mask and cloak, bundling them up and stuffing them into his backpack. "I'd rather not smash it open," he says at Darius' suggestion. "I feel like anything that's secured as well as that chest must have something important in it."
Not 100% sure hat that means, but it seems fine.
Just a quick heads up that I'm off to a beer festival for the weekend tomorrow, then on holiday with my family next week. I'll try and keep up with all of my games but posting may be a little erratic so please bot me if required to keep things moving.
Adun feels slightly embarrassed by Agnes' emotional thanks as she shakes his hand. "It was nothing compared to the kindness you've shown me these last few days," he replies. "Look after yourself," he adds before squatting down next to Laika. "You look after her too," he says to the wolf.
Adun tests out his healed leg, happy with how little it hurts and how much more easily it moves, then follows Brianna. "So, what kind of mask were you thinking?"
Adun stands patiently as Brianna conjures the magic of the scroll, easing his pain and improving his gait. "Thanks Brianna, feeling much better."
Adun follows the group to the temple of Shelyn, not particularly fussed about which deity provided the healing so long as no-one was going to get reported to the church of Asmodeus. "I'm happy to contribute what I can," he says. "I have a little coin saved."
"Or the Abadarans. I've heard that they don't ask any questions so long you can pay," Adun says, testing out his injured leg and wincing a little as he puts his weight through it. "Talking of gear, I'm going to grab one of those sets of manacles. Never know when we might need to take a prisoner to ask some questions."
"If going to this place will help us in our fight, will help us take back our city, then I'm all for it. I'll be there, and I may be wearing a new mask," he says with a nod to Brianna. "If anyone can spare me some time before we meet again, I'd appreciate having my leg looking at. It's still very painful, not sure I could run on it."
”That was my father’s business, and it was to have been mine some day. I’ll never forget my father’s screams,” Adun replies, feeling a cold numbness inside himself. ”No one else should have to suffer the way we have, not if we can prevent it.” He reads over Rexus’ scroll then looks up at the group. ”Are we heroes?” he asks, a look of doubt on his face. ”Can we really be the people the city needs? Are we fit to take on the mantle of these Silver Ravens?”
Adun listens to Rexus, surprised to hear such strong anti-Thrune sentiment from a noble - even a dispossessed and hunted one. He'd assumed, naively it turned out, that the nobility were all pro-Thrune and happy to live in the status quo that kept them wealthy. "Seems I was wrong," he mutters to himself. A series of revelations from his new-found allies take Adun aback somewhat. "So you're the Fiend? I've heard of you, you're well regarded in Redroof." Agnes' alter ego, and her clandestine affiliation with the Bellflowers, are an even bigger surprise. "Your underground building works make more sense now," he says with a smile. Finally it's Adun's turn to introduce himself. "I'm Adun Wulle. I don't have a disguise or a clever second identity like the rest of you. But I hate the Thrunes and the Asmodeans for what they've done to this city, and for what they've taken from me. I've tried to do what I can in Redroof over the last few days, beating the Thrunish thugs who think they can do what they want with our new lord-mayor in power. I'll do whatever it takes to free this city, to give Kintargo back to her people."
Adun takes up position in the shadows at one end of the alley, keeping an eye out for approaching Thrunists as the others see to the downed man and strip the thugs of their weapons and valuables. He turns at the sound of the man coming round and is surprised to hear that at least one of his acquaintances knows the man. ”I’d wager more trouble is coming our way,” he says, returning to the group to stand with Agnes. The elven woman barks out orders, all of which seem sensible to Adun, and he moves out alongside Agnes, following the mystery man to hear what he has to say.
Adun tries to land one last blow as the final thug attempts to flee, trying to knock him out before he can gather reinforcements.
Adun strides forward to help Agnes, hoping to bring the last thug down quickly before his leg gives out. He raises his gauntlets, ready fo defend himself, and aims a strike at the thug’s head.
Aware of the precarious state of his injured leg, and unable to reach either of the still upright thugs, Adun moves forward. He readies his gauntlets and points a finger at the nearest thug. ”Run home little man, before you get what’s coming to you.”
Just a heads up that I'm off on holiday at the beginning of next week. I'll normally be posting from GMT, but the wife and I are flying to Mexico on Monday so it may set some of my posting back a little. We're only there for just over a week so things will return to normal after that.
Adun looks down at his leg, seeing no blood but only now appreciating the full extent of the pain. He winces, trying to hold himself together. "It hurts. A lot," he replies to Agnes, "but I can walk." The people gathered around him and Agnes seem a motley assortment of humanoids, but they don't appear to be in any immediate danger. The sounds of a nearby fight draw Adun's attention. "It seems things aren't over yet," he says with false brightness, before checking himself over and following the two tieflings out into the alley. Seeing the Thrunish thugs mercilessly attacking the downed man angers Adun and he steps forward, making himself visible to the thugs. He points a gauntleted finger at the group and calls out to them. "Leave that man be, or you'll wish you'd never been born."
"Agnes, we need to get somewhere safe. I doubt Thrune is going to let this little fracas go unpunished" Adun says, breathing heavily from the exertion and the fear of the fighting.
Adun isn't one to let an opportunity slip, so he jabs out again at the retreating thug. "That's right, run devil-lover!" he yells as he strikes.
Suddenly pain flashes down Adun's leg and he bellows in frustration as he turns to see the dottaro ordering him to leave. With the thugs in flight, the crowd significantly smaller, and the dottari weighing, Adun thinks it might be time to beat a retreat. "It's getting dangerous here Agnes," he calls, "I think we'd better get going."
Adun notices the arrival of the dottari, who he respects no more than he does these Thrunish thugs. He ducks the clumsy swing of a mace before aiming a punch at the midriff of the thug who refuses to go down.
Adun's gauntlet lands a solid blow, and turns to see the dottaro attacking Agnes. "Try that on someone your own size!" he calls.
Adun ducks under the thugs clumsy swing and jabs a gauntleted fist at his midsection as the man tries to move away.
A fleeing citizen jostles Adun at the last second and his blow goes wide, but he follows up quickly with a brutal uppercut towards the thug's chin. "I'll show you disobedience, Thrune lapdog!" he growls as he attacks before using the cover of the crowd to attempt to circle around the Thrunish thug.
"I knew it. Thrunish bastards," Adun mutters angrily as the agitators reveal themselves. He pushes through the crowd towards the developing scrum where mace-wielding thugs are attacking innocent citizens, hoping to head off any trouble before it gets to Agnes. He readies his gauntlets as he goes, pulling his arms out from beneath his cloak and taking a defensive stance.
The appearance of Barzillai Thrune, alongside the deeply scary-looking woman standing by the opera house's gate, instantly turn the crowd even more hostile. His ridiculous proclamation further heightens the tension and Adun barely hears Agnes over the bells. Staying quiet, seething with hatred for the lord-mayor, Adun surreptitiously makes sure his gauntlets are buckled tightly just as the crowd surges forward. He looks down to make sure Agnes stays with him. "I don't think it is, no," he replies. "Be ready."
"Do you want me to help look for your chap?" Adun asks Agnes. "Might be easier from up here." He is surprised, and grateful, to be referred to as a friend. "The protest seems to have drawn out a lot of people who just want to cause trouble. It doesn't help the cause of the genuine protestors to have this Thrunist rabble mixed in amongst them."
Adun gets rapidly bored of the protest - there's no organisation, there's no response from the lord-mayor or the church, and the competing factions seem to be becoming increasingly tense. Aware of his obligation to Agnes, he scans the crowd for obvious troublemakers, ready to move them both away should anyone seem particularly suspect.
The protest is much larger than Adun expected, but is very much as disorganised as he thought it would be. Lots of different groups seem to be pushing their own agendas and from the shouted slogans and various placards it's clear that no-one has taken charge to present a unified message to the city's new overlord.
Looking around the area for signs of the Asmodean inquisitors he fears might be following him, Adun sees the twitch of a curtain on the third floor of the opera house. "Looks like our new lord-mayor is keeping an eye on us," he says quietly to Agnes. "Bet the bastard thought we'd all come to show him how much we love him," he scoffs. Adun uses his time trying to catch a sense of what's going on - any news or gossip might be important in keeping him and Agnes safe.
Meeting a 'buisness contact' it is ;)Adun: Would you be interested in Agnes telling you she's looking for someone so you can help keeping an eye out?Depends on how comfortable you think she is talking about what's going on. I'm happy to go along with that if you think it fits their relationship. Sounds like a plan to me.
Adun: Would you be interested in Agnes telling you she's looking for someone so you can help keeping an eye out? Depends on how comfortable you think she is talking about what's going on. I'm happy to go along with that if you think it fits their relationship.
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