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I am awaiting the resolution of my attacks.
Finnegan unloads into the right-hand Chuul, firing a series of arrows in rapid succession.
Init 18 Still on the bank, Finnegan quickly studies the two Chuul, then fires an arrow at one.
Attack, studied target: 1d20 + 12 + 2 ⇒ (17) + 12 + 2 = 31
Still on the bank, Finnegan quickly studies the two Chuul, then fires an arrow at one.
Finnegan checks the ground leading to the river for any signs of other tracks that may be present, as well as any other clues as to what happened.
"Thanks Othniel. It looks like a really high quality lock, so it might take you a bit."
*Creak* Finnegan stops, tests something with his foot, then says, "Hello. What have we here?" Bending down, he fiddles with the floor and lifts up a loose board, then pulls out a lockbox. "Well, looks like we've got something here. Anyone know how to open it?"
Finnegan searches the brewery for any signs of people. ”I agree. This whole thing is spooky and makes me uneasy. Not a single sign of life anywhere.”
Finnegan grunts. "Still, picking a fight with one centaur is foolish. Picking a fight with a whole clan is stupidity. I knew a guy who picked a fight with a centaur once. Called him a half-breed and said his mother was fit to be no more than a brood mare. The centaur charged him and stabbed a lance so hard through him the tip stuck out the other side. Well, shall we check the next building?"
Finnegan looks at Alexander. ”Centaurs? Could they have killed everyone and taken the bodies?”
"I know squat about magic, and I can tell that. No one gets up in the middle of eating unless they're attacked or there's magic involved. If it were an attack, we'd see a lot more bodies. Let's move to the next building."
"Some barefoot, small sized humanoid creatures came through this way most recently - maybe halflings or children? Looks like some of the prints grow to human size. Doesn't make sense. Maybe some kind of wizard?" Standing, he says, "I don't think we're gonna find anything else in this house. Let's move to the next one."
Finnegan looked about for any tracks.
Finnegan gives the building a look of scorn - they'd built better in bandit camps, and those were designed to be temporary. Looking at the carnage of the dead pigpen, he frowns. "I'd have expected to see ravens or crows in here, as opposed to just flies. Unless they were scared off by the bigger pig."
Finnegan studies the terrain and the village, a frown on his face. "Not a bad spot. Good visibility. It probably would have been a good idea to build a stockade around the town, though, to hold off any outside attackers. No carrion animals, and no bodies. Let's check the buildings on this side of the river first, and see if we can find a good building to stable the horses in." Finnegan dismounts, letting his horse's reigns drop, and readies his bow to cover Marcus. As he does, he scans the area, looking for any signs of life - if not humanoid, then perhaps animal.
"Agreed. Whoever abandoned this, they apparently don't need it right now. Should we rest here, or press on, my lord?"
Finnegan frowns at the abandoned watch tower. "Something ain't right with this..." He scours the ground, looking for tracks and other signs of what may have happened to the inhabitants.
"That was gonna be my suggestion. That should give them time to locate any issues and report."
"It would be a good idea - if there is any kind of hostile force there, they can warn of its presence. Otherwise, let's go investigate and see what's what."
Finnegan was bored as the priestess of Naderi was welcomed. The merchants had at least been interesting, haggling over the prices and ensuring they would pay the proper tolls. Religious matters bored him, though. Probably had something to do with the fact he literally had devil blood in his veins.
"Maeger Varn? He's a pretty good mercenary - his band is called the 'Varnling Host', and they know their way around a fight. Odd that he'd accept the charter and lose contact with his sponsors, though. Varn's well-known for being particularly honest and reliable. What do you think? Should we investigate?" Finnegan looked to Alexander as he asked the question.
Finnegan was starting to get bored. The past six months had been good, no question, but he wanted to roam a bit. He'd hoped that the complaints coming in of some kind of pest getting in the fields would get him out of the capital, but it looked like that wasn't going to happen now. The trade requests would bring in more money, at least, and having the mites and kobolds show up at the same time was always worth a laugh. Consulting the maps at Marcus' question, he says, "The Sootscale Caverns are along the Shrike River, and the Mite Caves are a few miles north of them. There shouldn't be any concerns about undermining buildings, althought Nettle's Crossing is directly to the Sootscale clan's east." Looking up, he says, "Regardless, I don't think the Mites should expand South, nor should the Sootscales expand North, else they might run into each other."
I think I'm ready.
We also have Granaries to cover the cost of that - it's why we built them, after all.
/ 3 = 28 + 11 = 39 BP
No, no, clench the Stolen Lands in our iron fist. If we smash them, it's harder to rule them.
Do we have anymore Kingdom Building to do? I also concur with the building plans.
+ 10 = 92 / 3 = 30 BP
All looks good to me.
Also, these other two fledgling nations we've met who are all "We worship Iomedae" and "Look at all these good deities we worship" might not be too happy with our tolerance of Urgathoan worship.
Well...strictly speaking, we could animate them, then completely hide them head to toe in full plate. Then they're just heavily armored soldiers. We could even say they're magically animated suits of armor - so long as no one looks inside, it should be believable.
/ 3 = 26 + 8 = 34 I was curious, what with the whole Urgathoa thing.
Out of curiosity, does Andrea intend to dabble in the creation of undead at all?
I like the idea of claiming all of the Thorn River, and building a Sawmill, farm, and road. As for buildings, I'm okay with a Bardic College, and then building a graveyard in Voronakholm. Next turn we should expand Voronakholm to another district. Do we need to build any houses for anything to work?
/ 3 = 29 + 8 = 37 BP Our economy is strong! Ignore any signs that may or may not point to economic troubles!
/ 3 = 22+8 = 31 BP.
A monument or two is good for loyalty. We’ve got some deeds we can exalt for ourselves.
I’m gonna do the same purchases as Marcus - up the Cloak by +1 and get a ring of protection.
Who's rolling Economy?
The cult of Gyronna. I don’t know if we have found anything out or not. Improvements and territory look good to me. I think we can manage to avoid unrest, and we do have a royal enforcer who can try to lower it if we take the hit.
I believe Radomir was the Warden - we could rotate Marcus into that role. I think it's just a Loyalty check to make the transition. If we need to really bump loyalty, we could build a monument celebrating our victory over the Troll King Hargulka, with his club as the centerpiece.
Seeing the situation peacefully resolved Finnegan stretches and un-strings his bow. Guiding his horse forward, he dismounts and extends a hand. "Finnegan Rook. Pleasure."
The Tiefling man - who looks like nothing so much as a devil - sighs and pulls a bowstaff out and strings it, testing the bowstring and studying the armed man arguing with their guards. He also picks out one who looks like a second in command, just in case. ”Hopefully we can solve this quickly. I’d really like to put my feet up with an ale.”
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Finnegan doesn't understand anything on the map, but he understands wealth. "Well, well. Where did the trolls accumulate this from?"
Finnegan searches the room for anything else.
Finnegan says, "Probably not, but, as Othniel said, it makes for a good trophy. Besides, we do have a hill giant recruit who might be able to use it."
Finnegan steps back away from the troll's arms again and continues his barrage.
Finnegan glares as the troll gashes him with a claw, but takes a step back out of range and unloads more arrows into it.
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