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Althon stands quietly behind Tapestry, watching for any signs of trouble...

Althon finally enters the tavern, after tending to his mount longer than should be allowed, just in time to hear Krenn's question. "Kicking in the door sounds clever enough for me." he says with good spirited chuckle

"Sounds good. I could use drink."

"Yeah, all sounds good to me.

"Althon Skyven, at your service hotness" says Althon with a wink. He never could resist a woman of arms.

Diplomacy 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (5) + 7 = 12

After several hours, Althon returns to the group. Adorned in a steel breastblate, emblazoned with a cockatrice, and a masterfully crafted bastard sword on his back.

Ready when everybody else is

Althon is ready to go. Level 2 Cavalier. Traded in old Sword and Armor. Purchased Masterwork Bastard Sword, Masterwork Breastplate and Thieves' Tools. Have 87gp left from share of loot.

Althon hp 1d10 + 2 ⇒ (10) + 2 = 12
Morgan hp 1d8 + 2 ⇒ (2) + 2 = 4
oops that should only be +1 for Althon, so 11 total

I say we just buy what we need and for go the RP on shopping. Sorry for not posting. No internet over last weekend.

Althon quietly relinquishes his weapons and follows the others...

Althon winces from the sting, and swings his sword at the fleeing imp...

AoO 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (17) + 5 = 22
Damage 1d10 + 4 ⇒ (7) + 4 = 11

Next 5 saves if/when needed
Fortitude 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (20) + 3 = 23
Fortitude 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (13) + 3 = 16
Fortitude 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (20) + 3 = 23
Fortitude 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (19) + 3 = 22
Fortitude 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (13) + 3 = 16

Fortitude 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (8) + 3 = 11

Round 1:

Althon Draws his sword and readies an attack against the first Imp that gets near him.

Attack 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (15) + 5 = 20
Damage 1d10 + 4 ⇒ (5) + 4 = 9

I concur with Curnach and Aventi

"Why doesn't our good friend Grau here, just take us to see the queen and announce that he has found the heroes who have found her broach?" questions Althon, shrugging his shoulders..

Althon sees that Morgan is properly attended to, then spends a few hours on watch with Krenn before retiring for the night. "No sense in both of us getting no sleep tonight, besides I need my beauty rest" hes says to the dwarf with a laugh as he heads to his quarters for the night.

Sorry for being M.I.A over the weekend guys, busy holiday weekend.

"Indeed. We are not rioters. We humbly ask your assistance in procuring safety for these orphans. We offer our services in any help you may need in return."

Diplomacy 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (2) + 6 = 8

"You were warned.." mumbles Althon as he brings his blade down on the man

Attack 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (10) + 5 = 15
Damage 1d10 + 3 ⇒ (10) + 3 = 13

Althon draws his sword and yells at the man. "Stop. Come no closer. Explain yourself, be gone, or die here. I like the explaining option, but I can't say the same for my little friend here" he finishes with a wicked grin, tapping his blade...

Intimidate 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (20) + 6 = 26

"Oh stop pouting ya big oaf. Don't you wanna be a hero? Now hold still while put this on".. Mumbles Althon to Morgan, as he fixes the wagon to the proud mare. "You owe me" he says cheerfully to Tapestry with a wink. "Now lets get these kids outta here

I have very limited internet time for a day or two, but Curnach strongly wishes to get the children somewhere safe. That does not include a local fishery owned by a crime lord, which could be a) attacked by angry rioters with a grudge to settleor b) become a haven for criminal types or more of lamm's men seeking safe haven. Aventi can scout ahead and carefully pick our route, and I agree, the riot is likely to get worse before it gets better.

I concur.

I too have limited internet access for the next day or two. sorry

Athlon whistles loudly, "We should make for the temple" he says calmly as a large, jet black mare appears from the smoke filled streets. The mare stops at Althon, stomping her front hooves, and nudging him with her head. "Sorry to keep you waiting girl" he says soothingly, taking the striking beast by the bridle, then starts loading the smallest children on too the mare's broad back. "Hold on tight["/b] he instruct to the six, awestruck kids now tightly packed aboard Morgan. [b]"We should get moving." he says to the group.

"Yah, I could use a drink." replies Althon to Tapestry, clearly uncomfortable around the children.

Sheathing his sword, Althon picks up the crossbow and loads a bolt "This might come in handy." he says with smirk.

Althon's strike took off the dog's head, leaving it dead on the floor and the kids once again rejoice at this, Ready to join in the combat. the Gnome grits his teeth as he takes another stab at Althon, however he completely misses and begins to look a little scared after being unable to hit him and having the dog's head removed.

1d20+0

You're blocking the way standing ther Althon so I assume you move after the attack?

yeah I'll move aside to let others at the gnome

Anyone object if I handle the group loot stuff? I do it for a lot of PbP's so i'm pretty competent. Once we get all of Lamm's stuff sold we'll divvy it out in GP shares. AVenti's shuriken will come out of his share. Estimating about 600GP each from what we've found so far.

Works for me.

"Good riddance.." mutters Althon, spitting on the blood pool that was once Gaedren Lamm. He makes his way up the ladder with the rest of the group.

Sorry for the minimal posting from me, some hectic things going on right now. Will post as often as I can.

Althon Skyven wrote:

Althon looks through all the treasures, eying the Cheliax Coat of Arms and the broach intently...

Appraise 1d20+1
Knowledge:Nobility 1d20+1

I don't believe you can do knowledges untrained.

Oh your right. Sorry about that

Althon looks through all the treasures, eying the Cheliax Coat of Arms and the broach intently...

Appraise 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (10) + 1 = 11
Knowledge:Nobility 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (19) + 1 = 20

"I like the shark idea. You gotta mean streak don't you kid. I like it" Jokes Althon to Curnach. Turns to Aventi "If that key isn't there I maybe able to finesse that lock for you. It's the one skill I guess I can thank Lamm for."

"Somebody keep him from dying. He doesn't get off that easy." Instructs Althon, pointing at Lamm. Then brings his bastard sword down on Gobblegut.

Attack 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (18) + 5 = 23
Damage 1d10 + 3 ⇒ (4) + 3 = 7

If Althon can get to Lamm he attacks Lamm. If he can't move that far, or the gator blocks his way he'll attack the gator. Prefer to attack Lamm,

Attack 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (12) + 5 = 17
Damage 1d10 + 3 ⇒ (9) + 3 = 12

"Gobblegut should make a nice pair a boots...and your wrinkled old hide will make a fine belt to match Lamm!" curses Alton as moves menacingly towards Lamm, sword and shield in hand.

Intimidate (to demoralize Lamm) 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (16) + 6 = 22

DC of this check is equal to 10 + the target’s Hit Dice + the target’s Wisdom modifier. If he fails he becomes shaken

I've got a bad feeling about this.Krenn whispers, eyeing the shark. He lets the others lead the way, concerned that any noise his equipment may make may tip their hand.

"What's the matter Krenn? You don't like Sushi?" Jokes Althon, at whisper.

"Hey, Avanti. Maybe tie that rope around your waste before you venture out onto those boards..that way if you fall through we can pull you out quick before our toothy friend there says hello." whispers Althon. Looking down at his bulky armor, he quickly adds "Or maybe I should where the rope"...

"Aventi. Check that door for traps and listen for anything on the other side. I'll keep watch in case we are followed from above. That half-orc guard may have seen one of us climb down here."

Perception 1d20 ⇒ 6

ouch

I'm US based. GMT-5

Althon attacks the nearest spider.

Bastard Sword 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (11) + 5 = 16
Damage 1d10 + 3 ⇒ (6) + 3 = 9

I too have to run out for a little bit. Will check back in later. Sorry

Whoa...missed a lot this morning

"Spiders? Ha. I'll climb down first." says Althon drawing his dagger and taking the rope in his hand. He then begins to slowly slide down the rope, clutching the dagger between his hand and the rope, using it as a burn guard/brake...

Climb 1d20 - 4 ⇒ (16) - 4 = 12
Perception 1d20 ⇒ 11

"Your nephew will be fine Kress...I was once one of Lamm's "children"...it was no picnic, but it taught me to survive"

"I know girl..I'm not completly thrilled about working with them either...but we need the strength of numbers says Althon, as he pets the imposing black mare behind the ear, untying her, leading her down the street with the others.

"So that was interesting....We have what? 6 maybe 7 hours til nightfall? Zellara says we have time we not make any rash moves tonight. I say we watch the place for few days, get idea of there movements, habits. In that time we get in with the kids, turn them against Lamm. We need to be patient, calculating with this." conveys Althon to the others.

Well, I didn't see that one coming.. Thinks Althon as he shakes the cold touch of Zellara's spirit from his hand.

"My apologies Zellara...My hate for Lamm has clouded my vision, and thoughts for many years. Forgive my trespasses. I...we... thank you for your help. I personally vow to see Lamm's head in a box" says Althon, more eloquently than his previous rhetoric.

Turning to the rest of the party "So..we're all in then. We move on the fishery. Any suggestions as to how...surely the five of us don't stand a chance...we need an plan...even if Lamm isn't expecting us, we'll be out numbered for sure"

"Knight?..ha..so you can't see everything" chuckles Althon "Ok..I'll bite lady...but so help me... If you are lying...may my spirit haunt you forever" says Althon as he takes the woman's outstretched hand.

Curnach listens to Zellara intently, but doesn't move from his corner. His 'little friend' may have trusted her, but that doesn't mean Curnach had to trust her.

1d20+5

Frowning, Curnach approaches the table slowly, his lips again struggling to form the words he chose to speak.

Your holding something back the young man states quietly, as a statement rather than a question.

Althon looks over to Curnach "What do you mean she's holding something back kid?" then turns back to Zellara "What does he mean your holding something back?.." scowls Althon menacingly

Intimidate 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (14) + 6 = 20

"So let me get this straight...You just happen to find five suckers who all just happen to be in town looking for Lamm at the same time. I know, I know your a fortune teller...come on...Sounds a lil fishy to me lady...how do we know your not setting us up...working for Lamm. Maybe Lamm got wind of some old rivals looking to get even and comes up with this little scheme to dispose of them..us all."

What do I call you?'

Well isn't all this interesting...

"Nice Tail" jokes Althon, with a wink, standing and refilling his wine. "The name's Althon...there's no no need to remember it" scoffs Althon peering out a window, impatiently looking for something as he takes another sip of wine.

Perception 1d20 ⇒ 15

A dwarf enters, stout and broad even for one of his kind. Scale armor gleams, as does his array of weapons. His face is red and beads of sweat are rolling down his cheeks; he has clearly been running. He holds up a fist with a card stuck between thumb and forefinger.

Which one of you sent this? He clearly expects an answer now.

"Eeeaasy friend" soothes Althon as he sits up in his chair, his hand passing to the hilt of his sword.."We are all here for the same reason..sit, have some wine" he offers a chair to the dwarf.

Diplomacy1d20 + 6 ⇒ (10) + 6 = 16