Dolgrin nods, the Queen’s words reminding him of the task at hand over his fascination at the sight he had just seen.
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Dolgrin works a spell and looks at the medallion, wincing at what he sees as he squints his eyes. He dispels the effect and mutters, rubbing his eyes ”It be magic, alright! Powerful...” he says as he blinks to clear his eyes before looking nervously to the river.
Dolgrin flops back on his rump, his armor clanging on the impact. ”This...this nay be any ord’nary magic a’ work ‘ere...this be a true blessin’, lad!” Dolgrin says, his face pale. He slowly stands and reaches to help Lucius to his feet. ”Wha’ ‘appened lad? Do ye feel yerself?”
The nobles pull Lucius body to the far shore, gingerly rolling him over. His eyes are open and unblinking, he is not breathing, and his torso appears terribly mangled. Dolgrin leans down over his body, placing a hand on his chest, then an ear to his mouth. ”E....E’s nay breathin’,” Dolgrin mutters. ”By Torag’s beard trimmin’s, e’s dead!” He shakes his head before he grasps Lucius’ shoulders and shakes him forcefully. ”Lucius! Wake up!”
Dolgrin glares at Lucius, and the young baron's jestful remark seems to push the Dwarven Lord over the edge. "Watch' yer tone wit' me, boy! Yer dog's off 'is leash, an' 'e been killin' my folk 'ere fer a month! When I get me 'ands on 'im, I promise ye 'e won' be killin' again!" he says as he shoves a finger up towards your face, his own growing red with anger!
Dolgrin comes out just moments behind Govannon, adjusting his black cloak on his pauldrons as he steps out of the temple. Seeing the other barons, he greets you with a wave as he approaches, his face clearly troubled. In particular, he maintains a glower whenever he looks towards Lucius, and it seems he is making it a point to stare the young Lord down quite a bit at the moment. "Gov' is right. Somethin's 'appened ta our neighbors o'er in Varn'old. An' me fav'rite pointy eared lass Lithandra was o'er thar at me request. Whate'er 'as befallen them, it's 'appened ta 'er too," he says in a grumble. He looks around for Galendir before adding "Where be Lord d'Arden? 'e 'avin' troubles a' 'ome?"
Dolgrin ponders a bit, stroking his beard in his hand. He ultimately shakes his head. ”No,” he replies. ”We should send for the other barons. They will need to be involved. We will be traveling uninvited on foreign lands, so we will need the backing of our entire collective. Varnhold, while alone, was in itself larger and stronger than any one of our own Baronies, after all.” It occurs to you that he is far better spoken in his native tongue than in Common.
A dwarven messenger flying the flag of Nighthelm arrives to each of your capitols, requesting for you each to join Lord Girndmar and Lord Gittins in the dwarven village that has been established by Dolgrin. He claims it is a matter of state emergency that could impact us all...
Dolgrin turns to look at Govannon directly. In Dwarven, he says "You speak Dwarven? By the Gods, why didn't you say so to begin with? That would have made speaking a bit more comfortable, to say the least!" before refocusing and adding "Baron Varn of Varnhold. He and I have been discussing...matters of state...between our two holdfasts. Property rights, as it were. When we got back from that fair, I sent Lithandra out to Varnhold to continue discussions...poor little elven bird has been acting strange lately and I fear she needed exposure to people other than us dwarves," he says with a chuckle. "Even so, I hadn't heard anything from her in two months. Well...from anyone there in two months. So I sent one of my more subtle companions to go lay eyes on the situation...it doesn't sound good..."
Govannon: The village of Hammerfall is a squat, no frills sort of town. Everything is built to fulfill its purpose, without much design for aesthetic. As you travel down the Main Street, you can see on your left a tavern with a sign above the door that reads “The Hammer.” Directly across the street is the town inn, calling itself “The Anvil.” Further up the road you can see a small trade shop, and on a side street to the left you can hear the sound of a smithy hard at work. Above the door to the blacksmith you see a sign that says “Darksteel Smithy.” Within the side of a small hillock, you can see the stone face of an underground temple to Torag.
The dwarves acting as town guard seem quite tense, and keep a keen eye on your entourage as you enter town. You no more than give your instruction to Rusty when a pair of heavily armed and armored dwarves approach from the direction of the temple. ”Lord Gittins,” one calls out gruffly, ”Baron Girndmar requests your audience in the Temple.”
Dolgrin Turn 11:
Turn 11 (Pharast) - (Balance 16 BP, Size 7, Unrest 0)
Upkeep - Stability DC 28: Failed, Gain Unrest 1. — Consumption: 1 Edicts - Dragon Tax 1 BP, Build House (3 BP, -1 Unrest), Claim Hex 1 BP, Build Fishery 4 BP —Holiday: 1 (+1 Loyalty, +1 Consumption) —Promotion: Token (+1 Stability, +1 Consumption) —Taxation: Normal (+2 Econ, -2 Loyalty) Economy - /3 + 2 = +14 BP Balance - 20 BP, Size 8, Consumption Net = -1, Unrest 0
Dolgrin Turn 12:
Turn 12 (Gozran) - (Balance 20 BP, Size 8, Unrest 0)
Upkeep - Stability DC 29: Passed, Gain 1 BP. — Consumption: 0 Edicts - Dragon Tax 1 BP, Claim Hex 1 BP —Holiday: 1 (+1 Loyalty, +1 Consumption) —Promotion: Token (+1 Stability, +1 Consumption) —Taxation: Normal (+2 Econ, -2 Loyalty) Economy - /3 + 2 = +10 BP Balance - 30 BP, Size 9, Consumption Net = 0, Unrest 1
Dolgrin grunts at Lucius' response. "Then ye better keep yer flyboy in yer own lands, lad! If'n 'e e'er tries this sort o' s@+# in Nighthelm, 'e better be ready ta face Dwarven Justice!" he says as he pokes Lucius in the chest.
"Auch! Nay kin ye be lettin' anyone wit' a blade be dispensin' justice! Tha'll lead ta more problems than solutions. An' where do ye say enough is enough? Best ta nip it in tha bud before it gets out o' hand!" Dolgrin says as he fills his pipe with some of his own tobacco and lights it up.
Dolgrin runs a hand through his beard. "Raisin' tha dead nay be somethin' ye jus' be doin' casually, lad. Pharasma dinnae be takin' kindly ta interferin' wit' her business. Besides, we dinnae know wha' be tha reason these lads were cut up like a slaughter'ouse pig. Were thar any witnesses? Do we know wha' 'appened?"
Govannon comes upon Dolgrin as he makes his way back to the castle to his quarters there. A pair of the Queen's guard at his side. As he approaches, he flags Govannon and Lucius down. "These 'ere lads told me someone went an' cut some folks up! What in the Nine 'ells is goin' on, lads?" As the three of them arrive to the scene, a small crowd is starting to form with the guards forming a perimeter to keep it back. When you round the corner to the alley of the scene of the crime, Dolgrin mutters "Torag's Mustache! 'o coulda done this?" as he kneels down near one of the bodies.
Dolgrin makes his way to Galendir shortly after greeting Govannon. ”Galendir...I mean...Lord d’Arden!” he says with a smirk and a bow, ”I ‘ave tha’ order ya requested. Took me some creative liberties...noticed ye liked lions,” he says as he turns to his entourage and snaps his fingers. A dwarf footman steps forward and presents an oak box, which Dolgrin opens and retrieves your blade. The dark grey steel of the blade meets the hilt, gleaming golden in contrast. The golden hilt is fashioned to appear as if a roaring lion was staring out from it on either side. The grip is wrapped in fine leather with a decorative golden cord encircling it along it’s length. And the pommel is shaped like a regal lion’s head. Galendir: While you cant quite make out the details of the conversation, you can tell that Dolgrin speaks much more refined in his native tongue than he does in Taldane Common. He sounds downright noble almost!
So long as it has 0 impact on the month to month turns, I’m fine with it.
You guys can by all means contribute whatever you want. But for Dolgrin to do his requested part, he has to arrange for transport of a lot of goods and people across a large chunk of land safely in the middle of winter. Gonnna be a bit costly for him.
Flaith:
Word reaches you via messenger that Lord "Aldori" would like an audience.
When an audience is granted, Lord Domenicus enters and bows deeply to you. "Your Grace," he says with a glimmer of playfulness in his eyes, "it is an honor to be welcomed in your lands." Govannon:
Hendina, finally returning from her trip to Mivon, requests an audience. "Sire, I have a report for you about Mivon. Turns out that the people of Mivon are, in truth, descendants of the Aldori Swordlords of Restov. When Choral the Conquerer came ages ago and united Rostland and Issia into Brevoy by force, some Aldori chose to flee rather than be conquered. The Aldori of Brevoy have long mocked them as cowards and false claimants to the title of Swordlords. However, the Swordlords from Mivon are no less skilled with the blade. And many political matters are often settled with duels, be it to first blood, or the death. They could prove capable allies, but doing so may hinder relations with Restov. On the other hand, they are far closer to us than the Aldori, and to cause us any real trouble, they'd have to first cross both Lord Pence and Lady Aredhel's lands..." Lucius: You begin making plans for your part of the festival, when Highpriestess Hernande requests an audience. She bows deeply, her outfit reflecting the tenants of her faith by showing off her feminine features and perhaps a bit much skin. "My Lord," she says with a warm smile, "I was looking over some of your plans regarding the upcoming festival, and thought that I might discuss some things with you, if you would allow?"
Abadius:
Turn 9 (Abadius) - (Balance 18 BP, Size 7, Unrest 0)
Upkeep - Stability DC 28: Passed, +1 BP — Consumption: 1 Edicts - Dragon Tax 1 BP, Festival Funding 1 BP, Personal 1 BP (Gain 1 Unrest) —Holiday: 1 (+1 Loyalty, +1 Consumption) —Promotion: Token (+1 Stability, +1 Consumption) —Taxation: Normal (+2 Econ, -2 Loyalty) Economy - /3 + 2 = +8 BP Balance - 23 BP, Size 7, Consumption Net = 1, Unrest 1
Turn 8 (Kuthona) - (Balance 26BP, Size 7, Unrest 1)
Flaith:
Squatters + Roll Again
(Visiting Celebrity: Feel free to initiate some RP related to this NPC if you'd like.) In anticipation of the festival to come, it would appear traffic has increased in Balley Chashtal. Peasants come from across the region and set up camp in your city, causing some problems with home owners, guards, and businessmen who all are beseeching your attention to the matter. But it also draws attention from the noble courts. Word reaches you that a Swordlord has arrived in the town. A Swordlord named Domenicus Aldori, formerly De Guerlin...
Visiting Celebrity (Settlement): A celebrity from another kingdom visits one of your settlements, causing a sudden influx of other visitors and spending. Fame increases by 1 and Treasury increases by 4 BP (per roll above). Lucius:
(Bandit Activity: Feel free to make the appropriate rolls and write up a post detailing how you resolved/attempted to resolve it.) Bandit Activity: Bandits are preying upon those who travel through your kingdom. Attempt a Stability check. If you succeed, your kingdom's defenses stop the bandits before they cause any harm. If you fail, the bandits reduce your kingdom's Treasury by 1d6 BP (each time you roll a 6, add the result to the total and roll again). Govannon:
(Large Disaster: Feel free to make the appropriate rolls and write up a post detailing how you handled it.) Large Disaster (Hex): A fire, storm, earthquake, flood, massive sabotage, or other disaster strikes! Roll 1d6; on a result of 1—5, the disaster threatens only 1 improved hex. On a result of 6, the disaster is widespread and threatens 1d6 additional improved hexes adjacent to the target hex. Attempt a Stability check for each threatened hex; failure means the disaster destroys one terrain improvement in the hex and Unrest increases by 1. (This Stability check represents your kingdom's ability to prepare for or react to the disaster as well as the structure's ability to withstand damage.) Galendir: (Political Calm: Feel free to make an RP post related to your event) Political Calm: A sudden absence of political machinations coincides with an increase in public approval. Unrest decreases by 1d6. Until the next Event phase, you gain a +2 bonus on checks to resolve continuous events. If your kingdom has no Unrest and no continuous events, both Loyalty and Stability increase by 1. If you are using Law settlement modifiers for the kingdom (see Expanding Settlement Modifiers), this also increases Law by 1 for the entire kingdom.
Dolgrin runs a hand through his beard, his dour look finally fading for a moment as his mind is forced to work elsewhere. ”Per’aps. Per’aps. I dinnae burn too many bridges when I left ‘igh’elm. A few o’ em be good an’ ash, but nay all o’ ‘em. An’ I kin do me some work on some pieces ta show off, maybe...”
After a few moments silence, Dolgrin, seething, mutters ”Any o’ ye know ‘ow ta work a ferry?”
”O’er me dead body an’ pappies beard trimmins ye will!” Dolgrin says as he reaches hopelessly to grip them again.
Dolgrin looks to the rest of you, and mutters to Govannon ”Fine mess ye’ve got us in, lad...”
”Auch!” Dolgrin grunts, ”It’s jus’ as I said! They know nothin’ but blood an’ war. Tha’ forest would be better off withou’ ‘em, lads!” Dolgrin says as he packs his own pipe with tobacco.
Seeing the insistence of the others, Dolgrin just grumbles something to himself in Dwarven before moving to the middle of the group and sending out a wave of healing energies.
As he does so, the injured leader of this warband stops his death throes as the wound to it's throat closes up. He looks around at you all frantically as it begins reaching for it's club!
Dolgrin looks incredulously at Govannon’s request. ”’ave ye gone daft, lad! These ‘ere beasties jus’ tried ta kill us! I know ye are tryin’ ta play nicey nice, bu’ primitives like these are nay able ta live like you an’ me! Why should we put ourselves at risk when it’s clear they want nuttin’ but trouble!” he rants as he stomps over to the gathered barons.
As the entirety of the Baroney arrive, Dolgrin grins and says ”Ah! Now tha’ yer all ‘ere, I kin give ye all wha’ I’ve been workin’ on in commemoratin’ our recent vict’ry!” as he moves to the wagon he arrived in and begins collecting some items stored away. To Govannon and Galendir he hands each an oak case that, when opened, reveals scabbards made to fit your swords. The scabbards are made of red dragon scale and decorated with bits of dragon horn. ”I figure I got tha dimensions close enough,” he says with a wink. To Lucius he hands a similar box that contains a pair of smaller scabbards made to fit the blades of Carnifex. He smiles politely, but his words carry a hint of disdain in their tone, ”These are fer yer masked friend. Tha one who came an’ ‘elped us kill tha beast.” Then, to Flaith, he reaches into a small pouch and removes an elegant silver chain that has dangling from it a pristine red dragonscale. ”An’ fer the Baroness, I wasn’t quite sure wha’ ta make fer ye, but figured a bit o’ jewelry wouldn’t ‘urt!” The scale seems to glimmer in the sunlight, unlike the scabbards. It is almost as if it has been polished and treated in a way to make it reflect and bend light like a gemstone rather than a scale. Despite its crude origin it is actually an eye-catching piece.
Turn 5 (Lamashan) - (Balance 14 BP, Size 5, Unrest 0)
Dolgrin is going to use his 1,000 gp to build a personal smithy shop. Craftspeople - 200 gp, +4 GP
Total - 1,000 gp, +23 GP Earn 3.3 GP/day, x30 = 99 GP/Month Will kick in an extra GP for now each month to live a Wealthy Lifestyle.
Turn 5 (Rova) - (Balance 19 BP, Size 4, Unrest 3)
Sum Up: Unrest removed from buildings and good Stability check. Other penalty removed via building adjacent mine. Don’t get benefit of newly building mine’s boost to BP this turn, but do on the one Dolgrin claimed as it was built last turn. Will update Dolgrin’s map and city map in the morning.
”Aye, tha scales be good fer makin’ a nice suit o’ hide armor. An’ a shield. ‘E may be big enough fer much else,” Dolgrin says as he examines the dragon’s body.
Dolgrin let’s his hammer rest on the ground as he removes his helmet. ”Ah’ve got ta say, lads n’ lass, tha thar was prolly tha best Dragon Slayin’ I’ve e’er ‘eard about! Ya’ll made it look pretty damned easy!” He then moves to Carnifex and Anyone else who may be hurt and heals them entirely of their wounds.
Dolgrin smirks ”Aye lad, I got a thing or two that’ll move tha’ rock. Jus’ be ready when I do, in case tha dragon be on tha other side!” He then begins saying prayers and casting spells on himself and the group.
”An’ I be Baron Girndmar, an’ yer bloody li’l scouts ‘ave a knack fer beanin’ dwarves in tha noggin’ fer no good reason!” Dolgrin snaps angrily, pointing a finger at Perlivash and Tyg.
”’appy ta ‘elp any way I can lad!”
Govannon:
Dolgrin waves off your thanks. ”Don’ sweat it, lad. I ‘elped ye this time, ye ‘elp me tha next, eh? I ain’t seen tha carvin’ but I’m sure it’s just fine lad. Now tell me, what ye think o’ this Fey an’ Dragon business?” As Lucius rants about the unpleasantness of fighting, Dolgrin just rolls his eyes. ”Get yerself a backbone lad! Thars more ya life than ‘avin’ a good time. Yer people won’ follow ye if they get a good look a’ yer belly an’ see ‘ow yella it is.”
Dolgrin Turn 3:
Turn 3 (Erastus) - (Balance 28 BP, Size 2, Unrest 0)
Upkeep - Stability DC 23: Passed, Since Unrest 0, gain +1 BP, New Balance = 29 BP — Consumption: 1, Paid. Balance 28 BP Edicts - Build House (3 BP), Build Tavern (12 BP), Claim Hex (1 BP), Build Farm (4 BP, -2 Consumption) —Holiday: 1 (+1 Loyalty, +1 Consumption) —Promotion: Token (+1 Stability, +1 Consumption) —Taxation: Normal (+2 Econ, -2 Loyalty) Economy - /3= +7 BP Balance - 15 BP, Size 3, Consumption Net = 0, Unrest 0 = Large Disaster = Multiple Hexes = So all my hexes... O.o ...whew!
Flaith: Lady Aredhel,
You cannot trust these reptilian bastards. They are rotten to the core. The kingdom would be best served to be rid of them quickly before they kill someone. However, you were chosen as acting Queen, and I shall abide by your wishes. But should any of my kin befall their vile natures, I shall dispatch them with utmost urgency. Baron Girndmar
Ruler (Cha) - Dolgrin Girndmar (Charisma +1)
”Och!” Dolgrin grunts to interject, ”Before ye all get too a’ead o’ yerselves, per’aps ye oughtta let tha Swordlords explain this ‘ere map a wee bit, eh? They know more abou’ these lands than any o’ us, after all,” he says before leaning back and taking out an ornate smoking pipe and begins tapping some tobacco into it.
Dolgrin looks at Flaith, confused. ”I be stickin’ wit’ me family name, so House Girndmar. If I may be so bold, but why ye be nay keepin’ yer name?”
Dolgrin clambers his hammer against the table. ”I s’pose ‘at settles it, then!” he says. ”Do ye wanna talk abou’ anythin’ else or do ye wanna call tha Swordlords back...my Lords and Your Highness?” he asks with a smile.
Dolgrin says ”Well, Lord Pence. Who do ye cast yer lot be’ind? Yer tha last one ta vote.”
Dolgrin looks to Govannon, somewhat confused at his ignorance. ”Torag, lad! God o’ Creation! Father o’ tha Forge! I kin tell by the shoddy work o’ tha blade ye carry, though, tha’ yer exposure ya ‘is teachings is pro’lly limited.” he says sarcastically, a wry grin spreading behind his well kept beard.
This will be the DMPC I will be including in the campaign. Disregard everything in his Alias as I haven’t adjusted anything yet. Even so, his crunch will be, as stated previously, focused around item crafting and healing support. He is being presented to the group to offer a source of customizing items instead of the stereotypical thig I’ve seen in campaigns that goes as follows: Player: “I am playing Johnny Doe, eldest son of House Doe. My father was a great swordsman and I carry the families ancestral sword into battle proudly!” 1 Adventure Later: DM: You fins some magical armor, a bag of holding, and a magical hammer of awesomeness. Player: I take the hammer! How much can I sell the sword I have for? And yes, I’ve seen that type of nonsense more than I’d care to admit.
Again: please remove Dolgrin and Lithandra from this as well. |