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Branth will throw one of her axes at G1.

Axe throw = 1d20+4 = 8

Whoops.

Uh... what number initiative roll are we on? Looks like Caladan posted #1 and Raoh #3. I really don't remember where we're at.

Anyway, my ten initiative rolls are here.

"Hold it, if Clegg wants to strike at Saul, he could also strike against his agents, perhaps the coins are poisoned."

Branth raises her eyebrows and grins. "Smart thinkin', godling!" Following his line of thought, she adds, "Maybe their not coins at all, but coin-shaped monsters!"

Branth doesn't seem to care much either way about the gold, as she remains silent through that exchange.

If Saul is around, she will ask him, "Ay, Saul, what time are we closin' up tonight?"

During all of the hullaballo about the snake in the kitchen, Branth has remained posted at the door, doing her bouncerly duties.

I'm assuming she saw Caladan leave with the snake or perhaps only return if he took it out a back door, and has an idea of what has transpired, but she's keeping a watch on the main room for anything suspicious

Perception Roll = 1d20-1 = 6

I'll be on a trip from 3/14 until 3/21. Sorry for the absence. DM Dave, please DMNPC Branth while I'm gone. Her tactics are basically intimidate, attack, rage, repeat. Thanks.

Perception: 1d20-1 = 0

lol--not the most astute individual, this Branth.

Branth tries to pay attention to the big man that Saul indicated, but keeps getting distracted by all the people coming in and out of the front door where she is posted.

Branth boggles at the man's words. "You mean the Cyphermages could be responsible for the damn thing, but you don't even know? How irresponsible!" She rolls her eyes in irritation and mutters to herself some curses about magic. After this, she blurts out, "Can't anything be done?"

As the man enters and introduces himself, Branth blurts out, "Damn right we've got questions about the Blot! Any idea what it is? Where it comes from?" She speaks rapidly, getting worked up, and moves towards the man as she does. "Who's behind it? What's going on? Lots of strange things've been happening, and I'm getting fed up!" She seems to be losing it, and has really gotten in the man's personal space by the end of this rant.

Intimidate = 1d20+5 = 22

She's not consciously trying to intimidate the man, but she's irritable this morning and doesn't like the stuffiness of the lodge, so she's edgy and unpleasant. ;)

"Gah! I hate waiting in this place!" exclaims Branth in an outburst of sudden anger. She clenches a fist and looks like she is ready to hit something, smash some teacups, or otherwise do something that she might regret after her flaring temper subsides.

Raoh wrote:

Raoh acknowledes the lovely woman with a nod, "Good day, I'm showing my friends here around Riddleport and thought no place better than your grand lodge. Plus I think a few of them have an interest in the Blot and would like to ask a few questions while here"

"We are quite busy," the women says. "However, I guess we could find someone who can answer your questions. Follow me." She leads the way, to a finely appointed parlor. "Please wait here," the woman says.

Branth is clearly uncomfortable in the refined room. She wanders over to a small, ornate table where tea cups and thin, fragile plates are arranged. Turning to Raoh with an expression somewhere between a grin and a grimace, she asks, "Care for a spot of tea, Raoh?" in a poorly-rendered mockery of the woman's snooty accent.

The rest of the gang

The trip to the Cypher Lodge is convoluted and long, since it sits on the other side of the river from the Gold Goblin and Riddleport has no bridges. However, after about an hour and a half, you stand in the shadow of the Cyphergate. Knocking on the great doors elicites a prompt response, and the door is opened by a middleaged woman with glasses, wearing a green and gold gown. "May I help you," she says.

Imagine her with a snooty British accent

Branth waits for Raoh or someone with a bit more social grace to take the lead.

Okay, so all but Uathach are headed out to investigate the blot, right? We should probably go have a talk with the cyphermages to see what they know about it. Perhaps a DM'ed Caladan can take the lead on this, as he was the one asking Saul last night about the blot?

Branth clasps her fist in her other large hand in a gesture of finality. "Then it's almost settled. Uathach, do you need help with the interview, or are you good?" She hesitates briefly. "I mean--I know you're good, being a half-celestial being and all--but do you want me to stick around back here in case you need someone to play devil to your angel? 'Cause I can do that. But I'd rather hit the streets, to be straight with you."

Branth nods at Uathach. "You may be the man for the job, then." She addresses Saul, "I'll help if you want, if you need someone to browbeat her or somethin'. I'm good at making people feel unwanted. But I'm gonna assume the demi-god here"--and here she pauses to grasp Uathach firmly by the shoulder and flash a beaming smile, with a hit of carnal savagery, at him--"is gonna be the man for this particular job."

Turning to the others, she says, "Now if Saul would give us a little time off this afternoon, maybe some of us could go snoop around town and see what kind of bits of knowledge we can soak up about this stupid blot. I'm gettin' tired of these weird mornings. Don't know about the rest of y'all." She raises her eyebrows and ranges her gaze around the gathered men.

"Well, who is she? And what are we interviewin' her for?"

"Sure, Saul. What you got for breakfast? And who we interviewin'?"

Branth is up at dawn, strolling around the streets of Riddleport in an attempt to escape the stuffy confines of the Goblin and enjoy some fresher air. As the first rays of the sun attempt to dispel the odd pall cast over the town by the blot, the metallic clamor of every weather-vane in town being wrenched blotward makes the half-orc jump and cringe.

"Aw, hells," she mutters under her breath as she picks up her pace, heading back towards the inn. Soon, confused masses of sleepy people mill about the streets and hang out of windows, trying to puzzle out exactly what is going on.

Branth nods as Raoh exits for the evening. Shortly after he leaves, she excuses herself to head upstairs to the suite of rooms. Once there, she lounges for a while in the common room, wondering to herself about the odd shower of seemingly illusionary stones that morning. Eventually she gets sleepy and holes up in her room to sleep for the night.

"Well, let's eat! I'm in the mood for some roasted boar and a giant tankard of mead." She gives a sidelong glance at Uatach. "Hey, you--being a favored celestial being and all--ain't gonna condemn our souls if we indulge in the drinkies, are you? I mean, not that it really matters to me. I'm just curious." She grins, showing block-like teeth and two canine tusks jutting upward from her lower gums.

"Tsk...I guess it's the same where ever you go. Give a man a position of power, especially within a religious order, and it goes to their head. To think the church of Iomedae is the same as the church of Asomedeus or even the God Claw." With a sigh he finishes recoiling the blade. It once again looks like a normal longsword.

"So Branth, Bron" he gives a look to the two half-elves "and you two. Why don't we go for a quick bite to eat and drink. I'll show you around the town before the tournament gets into full swing."

"Uh... Raoh, we might wanna check with Saul first, eh? I don't think I wanna just walk off the job on my first day."

Branth nods. "Course it doesn't. That would be silly. It would make enforcing the no-weapons policy a little more difficult, wouldn't it?" After a second, she adds with an air of pride, "I could still do it, mind you... but Raoh over there might have a hard time without his special friend the coily blade." She grins at Raoh, clearly satisfied with herself for having gotten in two digs at her friend in such a short period of time.

Perception:1d20=17 +3 sound=20

"I heard that Branth...care to join us? Or shall we discuss it in the common area of our rooms this eve?"

"What? No, I've got to stay here and watch over this punk," replies Branth, indicating the lead sailor by patting him patronizingly on the shoulder.

She beams a grotesque smile over to Uatach, the smile plainly forced. "You wanna talk about religion tonight, I'd suggest goin' over to Raoh's place. I seen his soul, and it is dirty. Mine however, gets washed every now and again."

"I'd say the swords can stay here...we wouldn't want them rushing back in to cause more trouble...in fact I'll stay outside with you and read some of the Acts of Iomedae to you."

"That's quite a punishment," Branth mumbles under her breath, as she confiscates the weapons from the sailors being escorted outside by Uathach.

"I'll keep watch over this one here," she says to Raoh, indicating the leader.

To cut down on time rolling dice I would like to propose that each of you post 10 initiative rolls in your profile. Then we will just repeat them over and over.

Okay, done.

Can we update these periodically, like when we level and take a feat or something that will improve our initiative bonus?

Branth quickly pulls the greataxe from her back and feints forward towards the lead sailor, crowding him with her massive bulk and yelling at him. "Now that was extremely rude and extremely stupid!! I'd suggest that you apologize for your mistake, take your chips, and go home!!" She pushes forward, adding through clenched teeth, "The last person who received the business end of my axe lay lifeless in a pool of blood just last night, not far from where you are standing right now."

Intimidate (demoralize): 1d20 + 5 = 23

Branth has been watching the interaction from her post at the door. As she notices the discussion heating up, she casually walks towards the group and situates herself between Raoh and Uathach. "What's happenin' here?" she asks, standing solidly with her arms folded across her chest.

Perception = 1d20-1 = 19 (natural 20, baby!)

As suddenly as it begins, the rain of rocks ends. A few seconds later the mystery rocks evaporate into thin air.

Oh, Uathach is going to be soooo upset.

When Bron walks out of his room, Branth is still standing around in the common room, watching the stones fall. "Can you believe this?" she asks the rogue, pointing out the window, as if he may not be aware of the fragments of black stone falling from the sky. Seeing that he is on his way out the door, she follows.

HAHA, I just had a flash of your character as Calamity Jane from Deadwood!!!

*Snicker* Had to look that one up. Thanks for that. I can see that angle. http://www.hbo.com/deadwood/cast/character/calamityjane.shtml

Branth yells over the resounding clamor of the stones hitting the dome of the Gold Goblin, "What the hells is all that noise?" She climbs out of bed, fully dressed, and thuds her way to the shared room, looking around vengefully, clearly irritated by the racket. Glaring out the window, she sees the black stones raining down outside and stares at them silently for a moment.

"Alright. There are black rocks falling from the sky!" she announces with a loud yell that fills the suite, although half-muted and garbled in the cacophony created by the stones slamming into the roof.

Branth grunts and mumbles to herself, then says to Saul, "I guess I'll stay here too, for the time being. I'm already used to the smell. I can't say if I'll be here every night, though. You know, I like to sleep under the stars, and have some people I need to stay in contact with outside of town." She stands from the straight-backed chair, lugging all her gear back on as she does so, and waits to be shown where her room is.

Branth Bummugboar wrote:

Branth listens to the conversation going on around her, particularly interested in Caladan's question. "Yeah, whattayamean by 'spotter'?" she asks from her chair. Formerly tense, she seems a little more at ease now, and takes a sip of her drink.

"From the way you handled those axes I think we should put you right by the front door," Caladan says raising his glass in salute to the powerful half-orc. "That would make anyone think twice before starting any trouble."

Branth nods in acknowledgment. "Yeah, I can be the bouncer. People start trouble, I make them bounce. Can do."

Branth listens to the conversation going on around her, particularly interested in Caladan's question. "Yeah, whattayamean by 'spotter'?" she asks from her chair. Formerly tense, she seems a little more at ease now, and takes a sip of her drink.

"Any idea who they were? Just bandits out looking for an easy mark? One of your competitors, perhaps?"

Branth looks around at everyone gathered. She is sitting in one of the high-backed chairs and holds a drink in her hand. She furrows her brow and looks at the little man behind the desk, interested in hearing his answer to Caladan's question.

Dave, can I try to sense motive and see if anything seems odd about Saul proposition? If so, sense motive = 3--er, well, nevermind.

Recoiling the blade, Raoh sheathes it and heads off with Branth.

"What a day. Atleast we kept this place and the people safe from what ever they had planned."

"I guess," says Branth, looking a bit stunned by the sudden events. She looks over to Raoh. "I wonder what it was they were up to. Stealing the gold, or something more? Maybe this 'bossman Saul' will have some idea, ya think?"

Searching the woman's body Branth finds a rapier, a light crossbow with 10 bolts, and a belt pouch containing 17 gold eyes. she is dressed in leather armor."De boss is Saul Vancaskerkin, the owner of dis fine establishment," the dwarf says.

Taking the crossbow, bolts, and belt pouch with its contents.

Branth nods. "Upstairs, you say?" She begins to trudge towards the stairs, heading up to meet Saul.

Branth searches the body of the woman she has just killed, taking what may be of interest. She then closes the woman's eyes. "Can't stand her staring accusingly and horrified at nothing like that," she mutters.

Standing, she walks over to the dwarf and asks, "Who is this boss man?"

Branth stares vacantly for a long moment at the woman slumped lifeless before her, her jaw set.

With one practiced and swift motion, Branth pulls the greataxe from her back, arcing it over her head with both hands and violently down towards the one-eyed woman.

Attack roll = 1d20+4 = 23

Damage roll = 1d12+3 = 14

As the one-eyed woman begins her performance, Branth leaps up onto the nearest table (lets say square M12). Hefting a throwing axe in her right hand, she pauses briefly to take aim, then hurls the weapon at the one-eyed woman (assuming the other thug between us has moved out of the way; otherwise, I'll just peg him).

Ranged attack: 1d20-1 (+3 for DEX -4 for range increments) = 8; damage: 1d6+3 (+3 STR) = 7, although I'd say that's a miss.

As bron moves across the room to behind the Pillar, the man with the scroll completes his spell. Suddenly the braziers explode with bright flashes of light.

Everyone, except Bron who is sheltered and Caladan who has his eyes closed, needs to make a Will save.

Will save (+0) = 18

I always CTRL+A CTRL+C a large post before I send it now, I've had too many posts eaten on this boarddue to timeouts

Yeah, that's become a reflex for me when posting on any messageboard, blog, or even when writing an email. Never know when the chaos beast of internet forgetfulness will rear its ugly head.

Tried to post this last night but the thread slaad ate it. Uathach won six eyes on his last hand. However there is still too much commotion for him to tell exactly what is going on. As Bron and Caladan notice the man in the lavatory, he steps out and begins to read from the scroll he was preparing.

I need Initiative rolls from everyone. However, only Bron and Caladan get to act on this first round.

Initiative = 9 (2 + 7 modifier, all-in-all a rather crappy roll. Crap!)

Silime and Branth, see Raoh's spoiler.

Branth drains the dregs of the mug, sets it heavily on the bar, and begins moving deliberately, like a walking boulder, towards the back of the room.

DM Dave:

Bron asks " Here as a gambler or just checking out the festivities?" saying festivities with a mix of joking and slight sarcasm.

Branth shrugs. "I've got an acquaintance who's doing the gambling." She points out Raoh, who is currently making out like a bandit at his gaming table. "That one there, surrounded by all of those unhappy people and taking their gold." She chuckles.

"And you?" she asks, tasting the ale in a large gulp.

"As for me, not much of a gambler but couldnt resist the possibil..." Bron catches himself, having more to drink then he should have. Bron didnt want to reveal the real reason why he decided to enter, quickly says "possibility of meeting new ladies."

Branth rolls her eyes at this. "Well, I hope you meet some then," she says with nonchalant sarcasm.

Finishing his drink,

waits for Branth to finish hers...not if already done so
Bron adds " Well it was a pleasure meeting you, and thanks for sharing this round." And with a sincere smile and a slight nod adds "Good luck in your travels."

With that Bron moves out into the crowd heading towards the tables.

Branth watches Bron navigate the thick crowd, but then either seems to lose track of him or lose interest in watching him. She slowly drinks the free mug of ale.

Perception = 11

"Another ale, Barkeep" Bron asks as he looks around at the crowd.

Bron not wanting to drink too heavy for lack of proper judgement. In his profession it always paid to be in control of ones actions and thoughts.

After paying, he turns and sees what he deems is a half-orc female with what appears to be the shaft of an axe strapped to her back, muttering to herself as she approaches the bar. Bron gives a slight nod as the woman strolls up, and says with a genuine smile " Good day mi lady, the names Bron Islar, may I have the pleasure of your name and the company with this round on me?" he asks?

Branth glares at Bron suspiciously as he makes his introduction and offer, then begins to grin crookedly as he pours on the charm. She snorts. "You wanna buy me a drink?" She shrugs, then looks away. When she looks back at him, the grin has disappeared and her face is stony and impassive. "You can call me Big B for now, brawny Bron," she says. "What are we drinking?" Branth steps over to a stool, settling her massive frame heavily on the wood and padded seat.

"Good to see you to Branth." Raoh tries to rub the now sore spot on his back.

After the introduction by Saul is made, Raoh smiles and looks to Bret, "Looks like it's time. Try not to beat them bad alright. We wouldn't want any problems later."

"Don't lose your souls," Branth offers with thick sarcasm, rolling her eyes. "I think I'm going to need a drink." She stands back up and lumbers over towards the bar, muttering to herself as she goes.

Is there a drink list? ;) Branth might as well enjoy herself while she watches this farce and folly unfold.

Raoh pays the entrance fee for both himself and Bret. After spending a minute pulling Bret from in front of "sucubi". He makes his way over to one of the many patrons.

He places a hand on her her shoulder, "You really should try to enjoy yourself some. You stick out too much when you sit and sneer like that, Branth"

"Would you mind care to have a seat with me and Bret"

Branth allows a demure smile to play across her lips, and begins to visibly relax for the first time since entering.

"Raoh!" she nearly bellows, slapping him on the back forcefully with one large, solid hand. "Glad to see you," she mutters as she walks with him and Bret to a table. "This place stinks of urine-soaked leather and bad hangovers. I've been watching some of these people and I think maybe half of them haven't left here in days."

She looks over at Bret for the first time. "This the gamblin' ramblin' man you was telling me about?" she asks Raoh. "Y'all gonna steal the devil's gold," she whispers dramatically, a wild look on her face. She chuckles at this, shaking her head, and looks around the Gold Goblin in disbelief.

"Look at all these idiots."