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"Well you or the party.... im not sure who the others have chosen. you will do... adequately. Lets see here.... "

He appaeard to be rummaging through a bag that was invisiable he pulled out all sorts of randome things.... a tonfa, one sai. a tiger fork, eight throwing daggers, a set of climbing claws, rope (50 ft) a grappling hook, a water skin, a backpack, a bedroll, a metal pan. some chalk and a belt pouch that held 55 gold.

At teh last moment he produced both a pamphlet and a map.

"That should be everything yes?"

"Thank you," Kouji offers a bow, turns and departs the waiting area heading down the hall. Reaching the door his hand hovers over the door knob for a second ... A goddess? And perhaps a second chance? Here goes nothing... he thought to himself as he turned the knob and opened the door.

The overwhelming smell of peach blossoms assualted your nose as you opened the door to what looked like part time office part time greenhouse. Flowers grew from pots that lined the walls, almost all of them had miniture peach trees, Several of the peach tress has an almot impossibly large full size peach growing from it. A single chair sat in front of the desk and a small metal basket with the word application here sat on the desk.

A gentle warm breeze rushed out of the room a shower of peach flower petals following ruffling your hair, where it came from was impossible to tell.

Looking at the exotic caged animals currently slowly settling down as the fires were contained, it would seem that the folks whom had taken the ship were storing what appeared to be a smuggling operation of rare animals.

A lot of those parots alone would go for 8 to 10 gold in the markets.
You discover a large trunk in the captains cabin that contains 100 platinum peices, the missing payment Lavinia paid to have her ship returned, and long with a signet ring with a peice of paper rolled up into it in a hidden compartment in the room.

it reads.

Chimera looks to sunrise,
Cyclops looks to sunset,
Medusa looks to sunrise,
Umberhulk looks to sunset
Basilisk looks to sunrise.

A Cereal powered mobile lab?!> BRILLIANT!"

The strange dinasaur like diety of munching said attempting to clap her hands.

"I'll have it made ready for you when your sent down. Here take these..."

She added awkwardly laying items that materialized out of nothing into her claw like hands. She had to lean over to set them on the desk. a Laternstaff, Leather armor with brass studs. a backpack with a bedroll, a waterskin, some torches and 22 boxes of cereal... 16 of which were honey bunches of oats. She also added a bandolier with empty vials and... a pouch of coins, 50 gold in total.

Your search through the infanite hallways for a vending machine didnt take long, though you did pass by three seperate water fountains. The machine looked old and delapitated almost like on old machine from the 60's or early 70's. The coin slot was too slim for any of the gold coins you were given and seemed too large for your earthly money...

"That sounds... surprisingly healthy."

The growling feminine voice began with a slight confused snarl.

"But it is a verifyiable holy cereal. I knew i choose well! Myryana You have been called forth on the holyiest of quests to Save My Melvaun from a terrible evil. You see some vile terrible person has stolen my relic from its holy resting spot and You are being sent to find it...along with some of the other gods things. You are being sent to the lands as my champion.... uh any questions complaints, requests, and or comments?"

"Well, I hope Mildred makes it." He says.Unsure if there is anything else TO request.

Almost on que a plain figure appeared in the waiting room. She looked very familiar to Joseph and already a litter different. Tall gangly and pale her sking was an almost greyish tone. Her long hair up in a simple bun. He clothes were covered in blood for a moment. Long ears became very obvious. He could Hear Agnes explain to Mildred that she needed to fill out these forms for rebirth into Melvaun on NPC status. He didnt hear the question from Mildred's mouth or the reply from agnes as Aiko began to sing and play.

A smooth bore double barreled breech loaded gun appears on the desk with a long tube atop it acting as a sight. beside it is a miniture version of a toaster where as a move equivelent action you can "pop" out ammo for your rifle. It has a range of 80 and is a ranged touch attack out to that level. it does 1d10 points of damage per barrel. You do not have to fire both barrels. If you do fire bother barrels you use one attack roll a hit means a hit for both. If you have a critical threat. you get to confirm for each barrel it is a x3 crit.

Not only can you make ammo from your toaster you can make breakfast!

An intercom rings out from above the sound of Agnes voice wafts down softly

"All heros currently sastified with their current conditions please return the front desk in preperation for entry into Melvaun... All heros currently sastified please report to the front desk."

The red eyes glowed both brighter and yet darker. the smile slowly flipped turning into a frown.

"Such utter disrespect in my own realm even. The Audacity of fleshies."

It began sounding a bit miffed.

"Mortal! You sit before the almighty Toasteron!eating of my sacred sacrements.You should be quivering before my.... ah forget it. your kind is always a bit rude."

The toaster said hovering in the air eye level.

"You have been summoned from your world to save the world of Melvaun mortal. The gods of the world have been allowed to select a divine champion to find the relics needed to craft the device that will save the skein of our world... The first two mortals i had selected didnt.... well they didnt die. you were number three but you succombed You're up kid. Any questions?"

Sitting down in a strange room it resembled a modernday kitchen though everything seemed hazy when you look at it.... except the simple looking toaster on the counter. taking a sip of your Melencholy mocha you suddenly are awashed in sad feelings. A basket appeared next to the toaster filled with toasta ble pastries, pop tarts, bread, bagels you name it.

As you sat back down the toaster blinked at you with beady red eyes.

It took a moment for it to register to you..... the toaster...'blinked?'

"No smile, no thank you, no hello.... Fleshies.... "

a sythesized mouth appeared on the side of the toaster... which appeared to be twice the size now as well. It hopped forward then floated from the counter it was setting on to the table in front of you.

"You know i tried recruiting you in that Toaster in the tub challenge.... you just couldnt accidently knock it over huh I had to get creative."

The toaster began its voice mechanical but deep... really deep for such a small device.

"You need a credit chit from......"[./b]

Sitting down in a strange room it resembled a modernday kitchen though everything seemed hazy when you look at it.... except the simple looking toaster on the counter. taking a sip of your Melencholy mocha you suddenly are awashed in sad feelings. A basket appeared next to the toaster filled with toasta ble pastries, pop tarts, bread, bagels you name it.

The Melencholy Mocha -Your voice gains a tragic lilt. Everyone wants to comfort you. Even the receptionist. you gain a +1 bonus to charisma based skill checks.

"Thank you, Agnes." Dilton grabs a handful of nuts, and as he eats the first one discovers that tree nuts taste much better in this strange world.

A cup of some sort of dark purple nut appeared on the seat beside you as you filled out your paperwork.

Please enjoy the muszak and ask any more questions while we are in a slight holding pattern for the other deaths... and yes Joseph Mildred will be along shortly just waiting on a slight case of awkward death to arrive.

The plain looking 'man' behind the desk awkwardly took you hand and shook it, as as you turned for the door he cleared his throat causing you to turn around.

"I almost forgot here..."

He tossed a pouch that was filled with 50 gold.

MCCOy
The figure behind the desk shifted becoming even more plain looking as if that were possible. The biggest noticible change was the pocket protecter with three pens, one black, one blue, one red. He reached over and picked up the clipboard.

Everything is filled out, in triplicate excellent. I am sure you wonder why you are here instead of well in other places. The world of Melvaun needs you human named Josepth T McCoy. The Cosmos that exists includes many worlds many planets and many gods more than just your earth. This planet is dying, being slowly unwoven by a force the gods in charge of it dont understand. Something keeps out gaze from it. To fix the issue we must combie our divine relics together the fix the tear in teh planets life skein."

He paused glancing at the computer screen. a lift frown was on his face for a moment.

"Any Questions so far? now is the time to ask, once you are sent planetside I will not be as able to effectively communicate with you."

Joseph hop into gameplay unless you have any further questions?

"hmm.... no armor> not the most sensible girl this oni woman. tell you what. Leather clothing... a little sturdier. you can have your dual blades and a few of those pointy throwing things your thinking on. and this Shamishen it will be exquistate. (masterwork)"

Leather armor, 2 waikizashis, 4 throwing daggers on belts 2 on each thigh, MW musical instrament. a backpack a beltpouch, 3 torches, waterskin, 1 poition of healing. 45 gold coins...

Items just starting appearing on the desk as her outfit shimmered into ciew on her body or on the table.

Oh Darling thank you. I dont get to do that intro near enough. Which is why you are here."

She said hopping off the stage and sashaying to a dramatically huge cushoned velvet throne. She sat down, one leg folded over the others a teacup appearing in her hand which so took a sip from.

"You see our world is dying.something.... someone Stole the devine relics of the gods here and the threads of the world are unraveling. an ancient prophecy written at the dawn of time of our world stated that only a hero not born of the world would be able to save it in its direst time... :

She lifted up your clipboard scanning it....

"Hmm"

She began looking at her inventory section.
"What sort of weapons would you prefer? armor? or does it matter to you?"

Music wafted from above in the darkness like the music in a trendy spy thriller right before the main antaganist was first displayed on screen. the slow sound of an old school movie projected echoed into the air as a bright spotlight appeared displayed on a stage that slowly came into view.

Dark red velver curtains slowly opened and a being walked forward onto the stage....The air grew heavy with incense and anticipation. Somewhere, a violin began to weep.
And from the velvet shadows of the divine corridor, she emerged.
Dramalith. a voice echoed into the air at her appearance.
She did not walk—she arrived. Her gown billowed like storm clouds caught in a soliloquy. Her hair, a living curtain of smoke and velvet, trailed behind her like the regrets of a thousand unfinished stories. Her eyes—one glistening with unshed tears, the other narrowed in divine suspicion—scanned the room with the gravity of a goddess and the flair of a stage legend.
“At last,” she declared, voice echoing like thunder in a cathedral. “A stage worthy of my suffering.”
She stepped into the spotlight, and the floor beneath her shimmered into a mosaic of past lives—betrayals, heartbreaks, dramatic exits. Her heels clicked like judgment. Her sighs rewrote policy.
“Let it be known,” she intoned, raising her fan of divine gossip, “that Dramalith, Matron of Overreaction, Sovereign of Emotional Whiplash, and Keeper of the Fainting Couch Eternal, has taken office.”
A soul in the waiting room fainted. Another applauded involuntarily. The vending machine burst into tears.
She turned, slowly, dramatically, to face the resurrection ledger.

"what have we here? A fresh champion?"
She lifted the clipboard and scanned it a slight frown on her lips followed by a smile then a frown. Her skin a deep crimson slowly faded to the darkest of obsidian then shimmered back to alight pink slowly darkening to crimson again.

The Crisps of Catharsis taste like the moment you finally cry after holding it in for days—bittersweet, salty, and strangely cleansing.
- First bite: A sharp tang of vinegar and regret, like rereading an old letter you never sent.
- Mid-chew: A mellow umami of understanding, like realizing the villain had a point.
- Aftertaste: A whisper of lavender and ash, soothing and smoky, like the last line of a tragic play.
They crunch like breaking tension. They dissolve like closure. And somehow, they always leave you feeling just a little more seen.

Gain a +1 bonus to your sense motive and perception it is an untyped bonus

"Oh dearie feel free to ask away I can do this job in my sleep nothing but time here anyway."

She winked... and her hair was down and longer. was that a hint of jasmine in a perfume?

Domains... Everything under Community, everything under law, the memory subdomain under knowledge,fate under the luck domain.Legislation under the rune domain.

Joseph appeared clutching at his gut "What was in that Sushi? Did they not follow the local health code at ALL? Where are the inspectors? How do you..."

Then he looks around in confusion.

"Oh. Same as it ever was." He looks over at the 'Hang in there' post with the depiction of an odd tentacled panther holding on to a cliff side with only one tendril having snagged on. The magical beast has an adorably panicked look on its feline face.

He decides to wait patiently as the muzak version of 'Raindrops are falling on my head' plays nearby.

Somehow Joseph you almost feel right at home. you can see the desk has a tiny nameplate and the older indescrimenate womans hair shifted almost imperceptiby. It was now a honey colored brown with wisps of grey in it.She looked younger, a bit more attractive.... actually a lot more attractive. her name tag read "agnes Soulsorter of the gods."

feel free to start building your charector sheet, you'll be meeting your patron soon

Aiko... please proceed to gameplay might be abit to get everyone wrangled in but it will work best to introduce everyone one at a time. :) will be a bit before anything super major happens so not having a fully finished charecter sheet wont be an issue

Now serving number 13 now servinf number 13."

Looking down Aiko you see that 13 is indeed your number.

"Taje your clipboard and follow that hallway down 3rd door on the Left."

Walking down the hallway you find a the third door, its made out of a fancy gleaming metal, a large nameplate is centered on the door, golden filigree along the edges the name there in a fancy stylized gold as well.
Dramalith

Stepping into the room, you can see small little lamps along the edges of a tiny red carpet barely illuminating the walkway. A simple chair waits in front of a wooden table. a sign on the table reads. please be seated and have your forms ready to be processed....

An old (hard to tell how old) woman of unknown ancesty with a decent sizes grey bun sits behind a desk typing on a cpmputer. its not plugged in. There are a dozen chairs in the room and some mindnumbing boring muszak is playing over the loudspeakers. there is a ticket machine with a number on it. it reads take one and wait for your number to be called. there are a few annoying cute posters on the wall and a waterjug with paper cups.

Might be a bit of a wait.. . . . .

Its been hours maybe days at this point its hard to tell with the lack of any real feeling. You can see a few other souls that are somewhat semi transparent thought corperal enough to hold the pen and clipboard.

*DING* A bell rings from somewhere up above and you look at the sign board... it reads.....

game post contining tomorrow long day today

Too far out

Dravox while you are more paying attention to the catch to hold the basket of the catapult to reload as Cole wrenches it down, you do notice that a couple of the bandits look.... well different. You can't place it, they just seem off.

damn that was a pretty good roll!

You could see the easily a dozen armed folk start to appear from a slight dip in the land to the east and just as they appeared to be advancing decently spread out you all heard the creaking of the light catapult on the southern corner whir into action.

fort save: 1d20 + 4 + 2 ⇒ (14) + 4 + 2 = 20
damage: 4d6 ⇒ (5, 6, 4, 5) = 20
The catapult handles the strain just fine, despite its age and you all watch in wonder as the heavy stones within it arc into the sky...and one unlucky bandit busy fiddling with something in his belt pouch glances up when another bandit yells something and tries to turn and run only to be clipped ring the back by a huge chunk of rock. The bandits all freeze and take one look at the fort.

The leader screams something and they start to charge forward no doubt wanting to close the distance as much as possible before more rock comes flying their way. Their appear to be three groups of them now.

wisdom check: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (12) + 4 = 16

Iolandra takes a careful view of the advancing forces and casts an entangle spell on the far right group able to catch all but one of them within the spell

Start of Round 2
It will take the operators of the catapults 2 more rounds to reload. The enemy is at just at the far range of bow range. with a perception check of DC18 you can pinpoint the person giving orders, although other perception checks will give you addition information.

Party is up, then the enemies

Care to add an aid Dravox? ANyone else up to anything?

Hope things work out for you for sure!

It appears to you Angus that she has won the last few trading exchanges with the man in the past and he isnt super fond of always being on the short end.

Give me an attack roll, add half your bonus to knowledge engineering Cole, Dravox roll me an aid dc 10, if you succeed we will add +2 to the roll.

With the initial battle with the bandits over, Madam Fortuna makes her way into the fort. You can all see the excited light in Oleg's go out and he glowers at the traveling merchant.

"Come for your order then Madam?"

He managed to sputter out. There was laughter from Svetlana, Oleg's wife and she rushed over taking the older woman's hand.

"I'll set some tea, don't mind him, he's just all overexcited with the bandit's and all."

She paused and looked at you folks.

"You are welcome to join of course."

She added before hurrying to the large building they used as a house.

Is there anything you folk would like to do?

Mom should be home by Sunday, Will try to get things rolling tomorrow Saturday at the latest.

Thanks for the patience and sorry for the delay.

Mom should be home by Sunday, Will try to get things rolling tomorrow Saturday at the latest.

Thanks for the patience and sorry for the delay.

Sorry about the delays i was in no condition to post for the last week or so.

Long story short, a death of a close friend and my mother being in the hospital for COVID related s&~! had me stressed out and an emotional mess. Not out of the storm yet, but at least seem to have passed through the worst of it.

Sorry about the delays i was in no condition to post for the last week or so.

Long story short, a death of a close friend and my mother being in the hospital for COVID related s!+@ had me stressed out and an emotional mess. Not out of the storm yet, but at least seem to have passed through the worst of it.

if you have knowledge engineering as a class skill you can use the catapult at half the nonproficient penalty. Base attack bonus + into bonus

There are 5 horses left outside the gate, 3 of them are fine animals 2 of them are on their last legs from the looks of things.

Oleg handed you the charter back and merely nodded.

"Me and the missus are in your debt. Ive some gold hidden and left over from an earlier trader its yours for your aid. I wish I had more so that i could entice you to stay. Im sure those bastards will be back in a few days with a bigger force now."

He finished glumly. As he was about to let out one long sigh the door to the home there opened and out stepped a beautiful slightly younger woman in a well made but common enough dress.

"Oleg, Really? Listen you folks are welcome to stay here free of charge as long as you would like. Use the bunkhouse. We are very greatful for what you've done. Now get cleaned up, I will have supper done in a bit."

She smiled sweetly at you all and hurried back inside.

The fort's repairs are coming along nicely. The gate isnt fully repaired but it is sound enough to withhold some battering from outside forces. You repair two of the catapults to some working order...They may not have the range of a fully repaired siege weapon, and you get the start of a deep well.

On the third day while out gathering a basketfull of iceberries you notice Iolandra, what appears to be a dozen or so bandits making their way torwards the fort. If you hurry you should be able to get there about ten minutes before they arrive.

[ooc] Before i forget the loot!

Treasure - 75 gp, 37 sp, 5 sets of leather armor. 2 daggers, 4 short swords, Composite longbow (+2 Str) 10 days of suspect trail rations, 1 silver stag lord amulet worth about 20 gp, 67 arrows 2 vials of alchemists fire

[ooc]

- Treasure - 75 gp, 37 sp, 5 sets of leather armor, one in need of massive repair. 2 daggers, 4 short swords, Composite longbow (+2 Str) 10 days of suspect trail rations, 1 silver stag lord amulet worth about 20 gp, 67 arrows 2 vials of alchemists fire

Yurishi Yumiko you just miss the ink on the leg but feel as is something is moving by you, you turn to follow and watch as Sajurai Katsumi draws her steel and makes a deft cut across the path of the invisible man... withing miliseconds he becomes visible again as blood splatters everywhere. He is probably dead before he hits the ground.

The sound of heavy horses riding torwards the fort become apparent in the air and those of you one the wall can see what appears to be a dozen soldiers in house Medvyed army come riding up. You can see Seraphina try to hurry torwards the wagons of the caravan you all traveled with but it was too late, they noticed her.

Oleg clapped his hands and cheered again.

"Boy sharp eyes on your group, thats good, might make the bastards a bit warier when they try again."

He began laughing though it suddenly cut off when he realized that well, they would indeed come back probably with a bigger force.

"Ah hell."

He muttered before shaking his head. He motioned for you folks to close around. Interupting that almost perfectly was a knight on horseback with Miss Seraphina in tow.

"Well friends, it would seem my father thinks otherwise of my excursion out this way. I must deal with that...again. I do hope to be back. Remember the charter, we are to explore these lands and deal with the bandit issue. Here Angus, hold on to this."

She began pulling out the charter and handing it to you Angus. The helmed knight cleared his throat and she rolled her eyes and sighed.

"Fine... fine we will be going now."

As he turned away she glanced back at the group.

"I'll be back."

She mouthed as they rode off.

As the others get to work on what repairs can be done to the old fort, you Iolandra do your best to get to know your hostess better. Unfortunately getting a chance to speak with her for any length of time proves difficult. She almost has seems to have 'something' going on that demands her attention.

diplomancy Iolandra: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (7) + 2 = 9
knowledge nature: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (20) + 6 = 26

That being said you spot enough about her that a hunch is starting to form in your mind.

It will require more than just one engineering check, but that was a good roll so....

Cole you can easily see how the bandits did their best to damage the forts gate doors. You are pretty sure with a couple of hours time and the appropriate wood planks you could get it functional... but a few metal hinges of a larger nature will be required to 100% fix it. You are sure they could be ordered from a caravan or something relatively cheaply.

You identify that of the four old catapults on the wall, 2 are salvagable with the parts and peices of the other four, but again a couple of metal rivets and peices would be needed to make them 100% operational... finally you can see several old and rotting peices of the outer wall that could be replaced... oh and you think the well would really need to be explanded perhaps inlaid with clay bricks or stones to be more efficient.

You figure replacing the parts of the wall that are older and rotting would keep things less flamable, also the thatch roofing on the stables and guest house are terribly succeptible for fires, but thats weeks of work of making (or purchasing) clay shingles.

Doing any of those things will increasse your party's reknown in the area by 2 and bump Svetlana's freindship score from neutral to friendly.

The night passes and you are all offered the guest house for free. Oleg offers use of the room for the next couple of days while waiting for the bandits to show up again. Is there anything you want to talk about or do over the next couple of days?