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Not I. I will be at GenCon, though. :)

"Honestly, what's taking you so long with that orb, Valeria?", Bellicus says with great exasperation. "Is it safe or not?"

I agree, I'm having fun playing!

Good to have you both here! Bellicus looks forward to informing you of your shortcomings and reminding you of your place in the Chelaxian machine!

Seriously, welcome!

I think it's safe to say that there will always be a place for everone's favorite pit-thing, Robert. ;)

Bellicus straightens as Valeria's song soothes the wounds the kobolds inflicted upon him. "Thank you," he replies to her quietly. "Those sneak-thieves got lucky with a few of their strikes. If Yusdrayl hadn't made her plea for mercy when she did, and their luck held..." The Chelish warrior leaves his thought unfinished, and his usual implacable demeanor seems slightly shaken.

Perception: 1d20 ⇒ 2

Interesting. Were there bits of the goblin warrens we never explored?

Bellicus scowls as Akshara sniffs at him. "Your dog is off its leash again, Anton," Bellicus says dismissively as he looks down at the tiefling. "Please see to it."

He turns his attention to Meepo and his decision on Yusdrayl. "I hope your men find her and bring her head back to you, Meepo. Otherwise, you'll be looking over your shoulder for her return as long as you reign. As for us, we came here for an unrelated matter to your ascension to the throne. A human, much like myself, came here with some youths and a few others. We seek him. Did he go beyond the Dragon Door?"

Bellicus backs away as the kobolds advance upon their former leader, lowering his sword as the kobolds raise theirs.

"What do you say, King Meepo?", Bellicus says to their kobold ally, never lowering his blade from Yusdrayl's throat or glancing away from her. "Do we honor her surrender? Or do you wish to end this threat to your rightful throne?"

Bellicus wobbles and reels from the magical assault that Yusdrayl sends out, and nearly topples as the kobold behind him finds a way past his armor. Still, he refuses to fall, and raises his sword again. "Time to end this, Yusdrayl."

Bellicus hisses as the acid splashes against him. He steps forward past both kobolds directly towards Yusdrayl. "That one was free, witch," he spits as he advances. "You have to pay for the rest, now." He strikes at her, thrusting his sword at her chest.

Sorry I've been away. I came down with a fever over the weekend, and today is the first day I've been vertical for more than a few minutes at a time. Just now catching up on everything.

"Good luck with that, pretender," Bellicus spits, and he is racing forward to her throne as she stands. He pulls his blade as he approaches, and slashes at one of the kobolds preventing him from getting to Yusdrayl. "Meepo and I killed the goblin leader in one blow. How many do you think it will take to kill you?" He grins with a grim satisfaction, his blade sweeping forth to cut down his foes like wheat before the reaper's scythe.

For the second time in two days, Bellicus stands in the hall of the kobold king, and his mood has only slightly improved. He grins as Meepo openly defies Yusdrayl, and his hand moves to the hilt of his blade. "The dragon is not yours to command any longer, Yusdrayl. All bow to Meepo, King of Kobolds, first of that name!"

And if that doesn't provoke her, then nothing will...

I assume all the arms and armor is Medium sized unless otherwise stated?

I'm in, more or less. I've lost a lot of free time at work (which is a good thing!), so I'll try to check in more regularly at home.

As much as I'd love to play, Haladir, I'm currently in an OSRIC game, and I don't think I've got time for another. Love me some Ravenloft, though, I think I own everything 2E ever put out for that. Out of curiousity, any thought to running the sequel if you finish this one?

"But we don't," the warrior replies to Anton. "Until we do, we'll have to be content with your green thumb."

"Power base?", Bellicus chuckles. "What do you think this is, Westcrown? There aren't houses scheming against each other, each ready to send assassins in the night with long knives in order to gain power. They're beasts, and they respect whoever has the power. Whether Meepo defeats Yusdrayl by himself, or if we defeat her and place him upon the throne, it will make little difference - they will respect whoever wears the throne out of fear."

Bellicus smiles when Meepo brings up the dragon's hoard. "At last, a brilliant suggestion. You'll make a fine Kobold King, Meepo."

How to Train Your Kobold?

"Don't be a fool, Elion," Bellicus scoffs. "The dragon would eat Meepo long before it works with him." He turns to the more mystically minded of the group. "'Armor made of nothing' and 'stinging arrows'. I'm no mage - what is he talking about, how do we counter it?"

That is not how negotiation would go.

I don't own a vorpal sword, so it can't possibly go ***snicker-snack***.

Yep, that's what I'm leaning towards. I suspect we don't have many ways to make a fight between Meepo and Yusdrayl more even, so I'm good with Valeria's plan. Someone more diplomatic than Bellicus should probably take point on Plan A, though. (Which is to say, anyone else, Akshara included. ;) )

"A good question, Elion," Bellicus says, looking at the elf. "We could simply march back and demand that she leave, or call her out into defending her throne, but that leaves us in charge. I've no taste to rule a kobold's warren, so I'd like to arrange it so that Meepo faces her. Do we have any magics we can give him to even the odds?"

Bellicus smirks for a moment as the kobold ponders his status in the kobold hierarchy. "It sounds like King Yusdrayl doesn't have your best interests at heart, Meepo. She is using you to cement her position in the tribe - and with a white dragon, who could challenge her? Now, we could take the dragon back to her, and everything would be the way it was - the dragon is enslaved again, you go back to being the dragon's keeper, at least until it gets big enough to eat you, and King Yusdrayl continues to rule unchallenged."

Bellicus kneels down next to Meepo, and lays a gauntleted hand upon his shoulder. "Or, we change things. Yusdrayl doesn't have the dragon any longer, does she? Her right to rule is in question. We hold the dragon now, Meepo - and that means we can renegotiate the terms to our liking. I think it might be time for a new leader in your warrens. Tell me, Meepo - how would you like to be King?"

Bellicus withdraws again as the dragon moves upon him, striking at it again with the flat of his blade. "As a lad, I'd heard tales of brave Chelish knights subduing dragons and making them swear oaths in exchange for their humbling," the warrior says. "I always imagined they'd be bigger."

"Get out of the way, you useless lizard-thing!", Bellicus shouts at Meepo. "You're making it harder to hit!"

"That or it has an odd way of showing affection," Bellicus says, maneuvering around the dragonette to put it out of position. Again, he swings with the flat of his blade, and his aim is much better this time.

Hooray! All three of the folks I play with on the boards made it to the Sweet 16! Congrats!

I know inactivity is the death of any game, so we should probably either have them delay or do something. Who are we still waiting on?

Bellicus turns upon the miniature dragon creature, brandishing his blade. "I didn't realize we were on a catch-and-release program here," he mutters, but strikes at the creature with the flat of his blade, attempting to knock it out rather than kill it outright.

I'm here - just waiting for my turn to go!

Here's hoping for a ToT finals!

Bellicus blinks in disbelief as he sees a white-scaled creature that could only be described as a miniature dragon curled atop a miniature horde.

"Well," he says in obvious shock. "I'll be damned."

Bellicus stiffens as he slowly withdraws his hand from the handle. "It...couldn't be." There's a look of uncertainty on his face as he slowly casts a glance to Meepo. He stares at the little kobold for a time, glancing back to the door, and then back to Meepo.

Finally, he just shakes his head. "No. There's no way." He turns to the group. "Regardless of what's in there, the door handle is freezing. Whatever's in there likes the cold. Any way we can protect against that? Or get some fires going?"

Bellicus raises an eyebrow at Meepo's antics. "Surely they couldn't have actually kept a dragon," the warrior says, incredulity dripping from his words. "More likely a drake or the like." Still, they had found white scales in the dragon's cage, and now Meepo was talking about being hit by blasts of frozen breath. Out of curiousity, he also tests the door's temperature. Just how cold was cold to a cold-blooded creature?

Surprising no one, Bellicus would like the masterwork scale mail and long sword. And I'll update Bellicus to 2nd level right away!

Bellicus flicks the goblin leader's blood off his sword, and produces a rag from his pouch to wipe the rest of the green ichor away. "It was nothing. These goblins have always been a distraction from our real purpose here, and now that their chieftain is dead, I doubt they'll try too hard to continue their resistance. Our way forward should be much easier now. Come on, we've a rogue Hellknight to find."

Hello, world!

I can only attend one major con a year, and since I play in OP campaigns other than PFS, GenCon is my go-to.

And good luck, Haladir!

"Deal with that one," Bellicus says to the group, leveling the tip of his sword towards the remaining goblin. He returns his attention to the door, and the scrabblings he hears behind it. "Meepo, attend me at the western door. We have more goblins to kill."

I think it's the western door, which is why I originally placed myself there.

Bellicus spares a glance to make certain the beast that travels with them hasn't entered a blood frenzy. When she seems gathered, he returns his attention to the goblins. He closes on the next closest creature, and thrusts his blade to skewer it, but the nimble creature dances away from him. "Stand still, you wretched..."

Abandoning his position by the western door for now, Bellicus moves to strike at the goblin harried by both Akshara and Elion. "Kill them quick," he orders. "Lest they overwhelm us." He stumbles over a bit of uneven floor, however, and his blade solidly strikes the stone pillar, sending a few sparks away from the collision.

Ah, tree feather tokens. We've found so many of them in the Kingmaker AP I was in, we keep threatening to plant them in a nasty combat so the grippli ranger in our group can say she gets her bonuses for being in a forest.

Bellicus raises his shield in time to parry the crude arrows that fly towards him. "To say nothing of the element of surprise," he says to Valeria, but he doesn't stay behind to wait for any response from her. He's already moving into the room. The shouts to the west have drawn his attention, and he's moving into position to prevent any reinforcements from spilling over into the room. When he gets to the door, he thrusts his blade at the goblin in front of him, trying to end its meaningless existence before he can be overwhelmed by their numbers.

Yep, life comes before games. For some reason. I don't know why. ;)

So, for treasure, there's not a whole lot that Bellicus needs. He'd like a potion of cure light wounds, for sure, and the oil of bless weapon would be good, since he's probably the guy who could get the most use out of it, but everything else isn't that important to him. Do we have any archers that can use the arrows?

"That sounds about right to me. As for the goblins, I think that's an excellent plan. We kill any that raise a hand against us, and let the kobolds kill off whatever remains once we've accomplished what we've set out to do here." He stands behind Elion, waiting for an all-clear from the trapsmith.

"Fine," Bellicus says, waving his hand in dismissal. "I only offered the escort as you all seemed to care so much about his continued survival. As for camping, that seems a wise plan. Even if the goblins don't have a dragon, there's a much larger number of unknowns in this than we previously knew. If it was just goblins, I'd push for pressing on, but with all these other forces arrayed against us, I think we'd find ourselves overwhelmed. We still may. We're giving up the element of surprise. Let's make sure it was worth it."

After conferring with Valeria, Bellicus moves towards the fallen goblin. "I think this one has bought his life with his words. Listen closely, worm, for this is what is to happen. We will escort you through the citadel above ground, and from there what you do is no concern of mine. If you ever make mischief upon us again, however, I shall not stay my hand a second time. I shall send you back into the Abyss chasing after your stinking broodmates, and I am sure they will have had plenty of time to devise revenge upon you for spilling your secrets to us. If you somehow sneak back into the warrens past the kobolds, then not only will I subdue you again, then I will give you to dispose of as he pleases." Bellicus points towards Meepo as he finishes, glancing sidelong to see how the kobold reacts to this news.

Congrats on getting the highly-appropriate-for-this-game post #666, Valeria!

Bellicus throws the goblin to the ground, aiming to land the creature at Akshara's feet. "Very well, wretch," he says, the rage that overtook him gone as quickly as it arose. "I feel your usefulness is at an end, but I am certain this lot will disagree, and counsel me to spare your life out of misguided compassion. Tell me, then, why am I wrong? Why should we keep your worthless hide alive?" He stands over the goblin, his eyes narrow, waiting for an answer. "And, of course, if I don't believe your words, then I'll kill you anyway. So this would be an absolutely idiotic time to lie to me."