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Zorestar's spear completely misses and lands into the ground. Akiros screams in a rage and then charges forward with sword out and cutting it viciously and carving a large part of the zombie off, however it's still standing. attack: damage: Ganit's arrow flies true and hits one of the undead in the head, however it remains standing with the arrow sticking out of both ends. The arrow didn't appear to bother it much.
"Perhaps we should take these crooks up north to get their just punishment. I would also like to meet this Oleg and his wife and help defend the place until you have established your kingdom." he smiles ot the group, some of his wounds having naturally healed, but still looking wounded.
"I wouldn't mind taking out these skeletons with you tomorrow. These wounds need to heal." Akiros smiles, hefting his sword up on his shoulder in confidence. "I'd like ot move some of the bodies first. There's quite the mess here and some of the vultures circling will bother our live prisoners."
"The mounds are right up against the walls. Merely stepping on the mounds attracts these things. I've watched where men who failed the stag lord have been thrown onto the mounds and watched the skeletons rise up from the dirt." he points at as they are nearby. "That's the only way to attract them is to move out onto the surface and bring them up."
"The old man was vile, he lived in the basement with those two dire rats for years." Akiros adds "Give him a moment and he'll kill you. I had no idea he was The Stag Lord's father until his proclimation, but it makes sense now. He always drank himself into a stuper every night, having nightmares about past beatings and so on. One old man he came across he beat the life out of him merely because he resembled this old man."
Akiros looks to the group and nods.
The only gear the old man had was a club that appears to be quite mundane but what he's guarding is far more valuable. All this treasure appears to be what the Stag Lord accumilated for his time here stealing from merchants who don't have the proper protection or just came across his bandits from bad luck. The majority of the wealth kept here consists of mundane trade goods like pelts, furs, tobacco, iron, bronze, miscellaneous weapons and armor (none masterwork or magic), and miscellaneous adventuring gear and tools worth a combined total of 10,275 gp. In addition, one chest in area Z11a contains 6,750 cp, 3,104 sp, 1,346 gp, and 31 pp, while a large bag in area Z11b contains 4,350 gp in various pieces of stolen jewelry.
Akiros gives a hearty laugh. "Me neither, me neither." he says simply but then his face turns very serious "Do not be fooled by him, he has the magic to heal, he might have the magic to kill too." with that said he raises the trap door for all to enter.DM:
Perception DC 18:
You hear movement and the muttering of something down below, but you can't tell what was muttered. You find it difficult to believe that anyone would live down here in this filth and the smell is not much better. There's a good chance that the man mentioned by Akiros, if there is such a man, is not allowed to leave even to relieve himself.
"The area below has three rooms, but are quite large." he states flatly. "He usually cowers in the corner until he sees that it isn't the Stag Lord. From what I heard, he beat the old man hard after he had one of his episodes."
Bron or Perception DC 15:
He gives a smile to Bron and nods.
"I will aid you in this. I don't know why he was banished to the cellar, but he must mean something to the Stag Lord." he stops for a moment and looks to Carina and then back to Bron. "Hold onto her, I think you two make a cute couple."
He then puts his hand on Bron's shoulder "I'd like to talk to you in private, after you deal with the old goat."I think we have some time while Zorestar magics up those trinkets. Speak your mind, good man. He walks a distance from the group with Ganit, not wanting to be overheard from what he is about to say. Bron and Perception DC 15:
"I was like you years ago, back in some rural area in Taldor. I was raised with this sword, but where you are a knight I became a paladin." he pauses a moment knowing that's a bit of a shock. "I fell in love with a beautiful woman." his hand grips the handle of his sword, quelling a rage "She was married and when her husband found out, she claimed I raped her and she spat in my face. I lost control and struck her down and her husband, fleeing before I could be taken. I feel like telling you this because something about you tells me you are a trusting and forgiving man. I wish to live somewhere I can call home and a life that is not as empty as that of a paladin nor a bandit but as a mere citizen."
"He is in the store room. It's where the most valuable of treasures are kept. I have never seen him get into a fight so I have no idea how he fights." he says and smiles as he leaves Bron and leads the way to a trapdoor in the pig roast room. "He guards the treasure and he would fix our wounds, but none of the men wanted his greasey hands touching them. After we deal with him, we should deal with the undead outside the fort. The skeletons hide under the mound and only come out to attack anyone foolish enough to try and enter this place."
The presance of the Stag Lord has faded from the helm. It appears he only wanted you to know he'll be watching this group. The helm's magical ability appears to be suited far more for a ranger no matter his or her belief.
Akiros seems stunned at the sudden kiss he witnessed between Bron and Carina, but he gives a smile and a nod before rising from his seat.
Fat Norry appears to be alive as does a man who appears to be a young male. Both bleeding is stemmed, but everyone else is beyond saving. The Stag Lord however, his wounds were more than those of a dead man. A normal man would've been dead after the elemental's second attack, but he held together from sheer will power.
"I don't know much about him, but he has been here before I was. He and the Stag Lord have a past, but I don't know anything beyond that." he takes a few more breaths as he is clearly still wounded, though not mortally. "I hope the new life I lead I can settle into it."
Carina's magic missiles thud into The Stag Lord so hard they force his wounds open, making him leak like a collander. He falls to his knees, looking at his wounds in utter shock and horror.
Bandits: 12x leather armor
Dovan: masterwork chain shirt
Auchs: 2x potion of cure moderate wounds
The Stag Lord: 2x potion of cure serious wounds
Stag's Helm:
Aura faint divination; CL 5th Slot head; Price 3,500 gp; Weight 3 lbs. Description This striking helmet is crafted to resemble the skull of a mighty stag. Although made from bone, the antlers and helm are as strong as metal. When worn, the helm greatly enhances eyesight and hearing, granting a +2 competence bonus on Perception checks. In addition, once per day the helm may be called upon to enhance any ranged attack made by the wearer to make an insightful shot. Activating this ability is a free action, and once activated, your next ranged attack against a target within 30 feet is made as if that target were flat-footed against you—this allows a rogue to gain the benefit of sneak attack with this shot. If you don’t make a ranged attack within 1 round of activating this power, the insight fades and is wasted for that day. A worshiper of Erastil who wears this helm may utilize the insightful shot ability up to 3 times per day.
Construction
Stag Lord's Barracks: Two of the chests hold bedding and other miscellaneous items, including a bolt of burlap cloth, old clothing, an iron ring, and three crudely stitched leather masks. In the third chest, the Stag Lord keeps his best treasures. This consists of 364 gp & 5 sp, a polished azurite crystal worth 9 gp, a carnelian worth 80 gp, a piece of hematite worth 13 gp, a shard of obsidian worth 14 gp, a red garnet worth 100 gp, a pewter belt buckle depicting a pair of entwined succubi worth 30 gp, and a silver charm bracelet worth 60 gp. Armoury: Three unlocked crates in the storage area hold 15x longbows, 390x arrows, 7x short swords, 8x spears, 6x 50-foot lengths of hemp rope, two sets of chisels, 4 hammers, 4 tins of iron nails, and 6 suits of
Akiros sighs as he sits down, dropping his shield and leaning against his sword.
He gives a smirk and a nod. "Me and Donvan have been at each other's throats for sometime. I'd gladly do it if you think this is the best plan. Once the Stag Lord hears what's going on he'll come out and sort us out." he points out, but he seems to like the idea. "I'm willing to go with it, I'm sick of every life I live leading me to some hallow exsistance. Perhaps I can live in this city you'll set up and I will find my way in life."
Sitting down Akiros gives a smile and nods. "I see, clever getting in like that." he says off-handedly as he looks around his room. "Most of these bandits are barely a threat, though as a number they can be quite threatening unless you were somehow able to open Beaky's cage from a distance, then he could tear apart the bandits whilst we take on the Stag Lord. Owlbears know on alligence. Last headcount there were eleven, but as I said they aren't the threat. Donvan and the simpleton who follows him are the real threat since Donvan is a skilled swordsman with his rapier whilst Ox is a big brute. Don't be fooled by him having the mind of a child, he has done many violent things before meeting Donvan and smiles when he crushes people's skulls with his club.""Most will run if The Stag Lord is killed, but Donvan will continue to fight because he will see this as his chance to become the new Stag Lord. The Stag Lord himself is a very dangerous man. I have seen him in combat only once and he is deadly accurate with a bow, though he is now inebriated because of the drink you brought him, but he can still fight with his bow, just not as good. He has a single nasty arrow that he is saving for a worth warrior. From what I heard, he had a few more before and these arrows were known to kill a man in a single shot, but he has only one now. My advice, attack him up close and don't give him any room to back up." Sir Bronwyn: From your experience as a bandit you can tell that he appears to speak far too well for the typical bandit. His features suggest he is from Taldor which is a distance to end up here. With your past you can tell he's a man with a story, a man who has seen or done something that turned him upon this path. Nearby you also see a leather-bound jurnal nearby, again, most bandits you have met are either illiterate or never felt like writing down their feelings in a book, though you have met the odd person who either killed a child from a badly aimed arrow and escaped justice or even just snapped and killed someone in public then joined bandits in hopes of fitting in, but as you can see in this circunmstance they rarely do.
He remains silent for a moment and then looks at his silver stag amulet, taking a good hard look at it. "You kill the good folk who came down here to stop the banditry in the area and now you wish to use their scroll to settle the land? How is that any different from the Stag Lord and the people will surely recognise you are not those who left with the charter." he says offhandedly as he looks at Sir Bronwyn, his eyes widening just then "I thought there was something off about you, but you imitate a bandit almost too well."With that he raises up and then tears the amulet off in dramatic tension and lets it drop to the floor.
Akiros narrows his eyes at Sir Bronwyn and then gives a shudder at the mention of wives.
He certainly does appear to be frustraited as he seems and in a almost perpetual bad mood.
Akiros leans his head to the side.
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