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Thanks for the kind words, everyone, and just as a parting gift, I'll note that I didn't apply all those magic items Wulfgar suggested I take in the large post a page or so back on this thread, so technically Altin doesn't have them... GM's call, of course, I'll leave y'all to work that out :) Bye folks, I might see you back here soon.
Hey folks, sorry to say, but I'm going to have to let this game go, at least for now. I'm currently finishing up my master's thesis, and this game and others are just not getting the time and attention they deserve. I've spoken to mj about it, and I've been trying to find an appropriate time to ride off into the sunset, but it hasn't occurred yet. Our glorious GM has left the door open for me to come back in the future, so we'll see how we go! Good gaming folks, it's been a pleasure playing with you all :)
Altin moves up to inspect the door, then hesitates as noises begin to emanate from the door. "That sounds cheerful..." he mutters as he begins examining the portal and its surrounds.
Altin greets the Bedouins reasonably warmly, hoping that his nomadic cultures mores and rules of etiquette translate across to these wanderers. He offers drink, and shares what general news he has, although he doesn't mention any of the party's activities specifically. He also enquires after whatever news of the road the Bedouins might be able to share.
Altin smirks at Wulfgar. "She is handy as a scout, that's for sure. But perhaps you have other reasons? Funny, I thought you and our African queen were getting friendly to begin with!" He gives Wulfgar a friendly elbow in the ribs. "But I have no objection. Achiko could be very useful."
Hey folks, I've been a bit busy, but seems I'd also accidentally hidden this discussion thread - only just noticed a minute ago. I'll catch up with the discussion asap. Sigh. Turns out I had three pbp threads hidden. Shouldn't play with my phone when I'm falling asleep...
Altin has been watching the developments since the defeat of the vampire and his thralls from the sidelines, observing but staying out of it. Why is it that I'm happy to risk my life, my soul even, to help liberate these people, but when the battle's done and the chaos needs organising I step out? Am I just in it for the excitement? Do I not even really care? Sipping on wineskin, Altin reflects on this for a while, watching some of the others marshalling the residents of Safi, organising them, directing them, doing their best to help them restructure their world. In the end, he shakes his head. I'm just a Traveller, is all. My people don't live like this; the road is my life. Existential crisis over, Altin throws back the rest of the wine and goes to seek out Wulfgar to help plan the rest of their journey.
Feeling the thrill of magical valour run through his veins, Altin raises his bow to fire two more shots at the vampire lord.
Altin sees two fine shots fail to wound the vampire lord, so he holds his bow for one minute to sing himself a song of courage.
Altin fires off two silver arrows at the vampire in quick succession.
"We should press on, get this over with," Altin hisses, motioning on.
Altin manoeuvres into a favourable position and fires two arrows into the fray.
Oh, just saw the above, will add in the extra round. Sorry about that!
"Sure, Wulfgar, that's whatever you're talking about for you!" Altin answers his incomprehensible friend. He then manoeuvres away from the crazed monk in front of him and fires at him twice.
Altin follows up behind Wulfgar, ready to cast a bolstering spell on his friend. Why didn't I cast this before we got into battle again? Fool! Singing out an inspiring battle-song, he lays a hand on Wulfgar's back, flooding the Northman with the bravery and resolve of the heroes of yore.
Altin has a cloak of resistance, assuming that doesn't stack, so no need to cast that on me. If that helps any.
Altin presses forward, again, just slightly behind and to the side of Wulfgar, his bow at the ready. A magical rope, the fey is crazy, and we're walking into a vampire den. Must be Tuesday! Altin thinks to himself, mouth curling in a wry, humourless smile.
Yeah I was wondering how an artifact (?) was destroyed by such a low-level effect. Tricksy rope-snake-creature-thing!
Altin freezes as the Lord P's light goes out, and the Jackals are plunged into darkness... Uh oh...
Ha yeah I can't see you failing those rolls even if you rolled 1s! Lord P is definitely the skill master.
What just happened? Mwikali, you killed the rope! Also, how are you taking 20 on everything, Lord P?He rolled a 20 did not take one,???? No, he didn't... I think you must have forgotten the '1d' part of '1d20', both your diplomacy and acrobatics checks start with '20 +' etc, rather than '1d20 +'. Rolled numbers show up in brackets, the only rolled number in those two checks is the 5 you got from a d6 roll.
What just happened? Mwikali, you killed the rope! Also, how are you taking 20 on everything, Lord P?
Altin moves up the pipe right behind Wulfgar, ready to fire his bow at the first enemy that shows its face.
Altin draws another two silver arrows, and fires at the nearest vampire thrall. He doesn't notice that Volreg has started acting strangely... "Fight, Jackals! We must take them down quickly!"
Hearing the reverberating gongs, Altin gives a grim smile. Well done, friends! You've made our job all the easier. Hopefully none of you pay with your lives for it.
It happens sometimes. But it's good to be back in the thick of it :)
The combat finally joined, Altin is glad to be acting rather than thinking and talking. He goes into a deep focus, and draws and fires two silvered arrows in quick succession at the nearest enemy.
Sounds like a plan :) Assuming all my coin is now in the kitty?
Altin heeds Giovanna's words and goes over his equipment one last time, before nodding to Wulfgar. "Right, let's do this then." Face grim, he hefts his bow and makes to depart for the pipe.
Happy to chip in gold for those protection from evil scrolls, or other things too. I have 171 gp, consider it party funds. Altin's not saving up for anything.
Altin turns to Wulfgar with a sigh. "We're talking in circles here. Time to make a call, fearless leader."
I'm actually up for any of those plans. I'd like to sneak in with the strike team of Achiko and whatshisface (and I think it would be most effective), but that has the downside of leaving everyone sitting around twiddling their thumbs while I have a solo mini-adventure with two NPCs. Not fun. The sewer is going to be hard, but simple to manage. I think the whole party going over the wall is our best overall option. As you say Wulfgar, we should try to avoid killing (even fighting) thralls as much as possible.
Okay, to develop that, I also have disguise self - could disguise myself as one of the vampire thralls, or whoever is many the walls, climb up, drop the rope, if I encounter any guards or lookouts I can simply pretend to be one of them (decent Bluff, +11) until you all arrive up top. Then we can work our way down as a group into the fortress. I can cast silence 3/day, which will help stop the alarm being raised too. Thoughts?
Okay, sorry to throw yet another delaying idea out there, but I just remembered I have slippers of spider climbing. I could possibly sneak up a wall like Spiderman, sneak in, and attempt to open either the main gate of the postern gate, accompanied by Lord P. Or possibly die. Just a thought.
Okey doke, sounds good, shortsword it is :)
That's my vote, walk into the trap with eyes wide open. As for the well, I'm not sure how one swims up a well... It would just be a hole in the ground inside that fort that goes down to ground water, yeah? There's no getting into the well, except from the top. Unless anyone has powers of excavation? Also, I took one of those cloaks of resistance. Now, were there still magic weapons unclaimed? As I recall, they weren't particularly well suited to Altin, but a magic weapon is a magic weapon when you're fighting vampires. GM, I'm going to deduct coin for some silver arrows, thinking 20, that okay?
Altin shrugs. "You know I'm not much of a planner, Wulfgar," he says apologetically. "I'm happy to follow your lead. But my bowstring fingers are getting itchy, if you know what I mean."
Altin frowns. "Well, crazy as it sounds, maybe we should attempt to infiltrate through the overflow tunnel. I know it's walking into a trap, but walking in knowing it's a trap is different to walking in blind. However, I think we should all stay relatively near. Perhaps Lord P and I will be able to handle the required sneaking."
Altin turns to the gypsy. "Is there any possible way to access the keep via the well? If not, what other possible ways are there inside?"
"Where is that well? Answer us truly, and we'll free you from your thralldom. Unless you want to live in slavery to the undead."
"Well, normally you'd identify a likely entry point for a small group of infiltrators, then send them in at night to attempt to get a gate, sally port, or side door open. But in this case, the cover of darkness mightn't help so much. Whatever we do, we want to get inside quickly, so we're not dealing with archers all over the walls. I still think our three-strong strike team could be the way to go... but if we fail, we're dead, and the group's strength is lessened. Happy to follow your orders, Captain." The last is delivered without a trace of Altin's customary humour.
Altin bangs the butt of his spear on the ground threateningly. "I'd skewer you right now, were you not under the vampire's control," he growls.
Could help Altin, although he's not much chop (pun intended) with melee weapons... I'd do better with some magic ammunition. Is there still any chance to grab some on the way through the market, GM? If no one's claiming it, I'm going to nab a cloak of resistance for now. My Will save sucks. |
