Christian laughs a bit and spits blood out on the floor...just as the Cenna's magical words come from her mouth.
Smile for the fire...
The flames engulf them and dissipate as quickly as they came.
...ball
The mercenary lord rolls his legs under him and jumps to his feet with incredible speed. His blade moving at the same time in hopes of catching the winter wolf off balance.
Swift action to stand...no AoO Attack 1:1d20 + 12 + 2 ⇒ (7) + 12 + 2 = 21 Damage 1:1d10 + 3 + 7 + 7 ⇒ (2) + 3 + 7 + 7 = 19 Attack 2:1d20 + 12 + 2 ⇒ (10) + 12 + 2 = 24 Damage 2:1d10 + 3 + 7 + 7 ⇒ (9) + 3 + 7 + 7 = 26
I must apologize for my one post.
I made a mistake and posted this game as seeking a dm replacement when it was my other KM game
I am very sorry for the confusion.
OMG. I am an idiot.
I am very sorry.
This is what happens when you try to post stuff from a phone while sick with the flu.
This game is NOT looking for a new DM.
Christian nods his head as the attack comes in. Adjusting his stance and moves into the attack from the winter wolf.
As an Immediate Action I will spend a point of panache and use Dodging Panache. This will give me a 25 AC. I am not sure if this will negate the trip attack or not. Depending on if it is granted after hitting the opponent or if it is a free attack. This would provoke AoO from the other wolves. IF it will not negate the trip [ attack I will suck it up and do nothing.
Let me see if I can cause some confusion before they attack.
Hmmm. Prostrate oneself before you or food for your pack.
He takes a slow breath, his face briefly showing trepidation before the expression quickly fades.
I prefer option three: we take the caravan survivors out of here and let you live to see another day.
The lord raises a hand to silence the creature before finishing his words.
Yes, I know what you’re thinking—we can’t stop you. You’re too much for us pathetic two-legged creatures. Blah, blah, blah... I’ve heard it all before and yet I am still here. Bluff:1d20 + 15 ⇒ (14) + 15 = 29 but I digress...
He turns to his companions.
Umm where was I... Ah yes...
He turns back to the winter wolf.
My offer to you. Leave.
You and your pack leave. Go anywhere as long as it is many months walk from here. I do not care where you go. As long as I never see you again.
He smiles big and wide.
Here’s the deal: you stay put while we collect all the survivors and the items you’ve gathered. We’ll leave, and you’ll stay alive. Show any aggression, and we’ll take the survivors and go. My engineers have found and sealed every exit, even the ones you didn’t know about. My mages have set glyphs at the entrances that will trigger multiple fire spells. Maybe you’re immune to magical fire, but you still need air. These tunnels don’t hold much, and when the fire burns it up and the smoke rolls in… it’ll be a slow, painful way to go. I hear smoked wolf is a delicacy in the Mammoth Lands.
His hand extends his pointer finger and shakes it back and forth
Now then, before you consider attacking, it’s only fair to let you know that I’m not actually here—just an illusion, while my men escort the survivors to safety. I do love powerful mages; they come in handy more often than you might imagine. They can mimic sight, sound and even smell.
He chuckles at his own words.
So, do we have an understanding, or does this have to end in bloodshed? Let me be clear: I have powerful mages—yes, plural—and my army is stationed right outside this place of yours. You’re trapped in here, and I’m ready to smoke you out if I don’t get what I want. In return, you’ll leave my lands and all of the River Kingdoms behind for your own safety. If you should return, I will know and it will be the death of you.
He stands there looking at the wolf.
I think you should take the deal. I used to run with ArgentLupe, so I’ve got a soft spot for wolves and would really hate to harm them. I’d much rather avoid that, if you don’t mind.
I’m trying to bluff my way out of combat, even though he’s eager for a fight. If they do attack, I’m hoping they’ll second-guess themselves and get a bit confused, giving us some tactical advantage at the start. LOL… Here’s hoping my bluff works.
I am planning to talk.
"be nice until it's time to not be nice"
We hide and wait to see what we are dealing with.
Step out and talk/gather information and see where that leaves us. I do expect it to end in some form of combat.
I believe this area is near Lord Varn's domain, though I'm not sure if he actually claims it. Since the attack seemed intended to lure us toward that portal, I think it's reasonable to assume the village is safe for now. Still, I'll make sure we have guards stationed here until Lord Varn sends help. If he decides not to, at least there will be someone to protect the villagers.
Christian bows slightly at Mertis.
Lady Mertis, it’s a pleasure to meet you, though I wish it were under better circumstances. I don’t believe there’s any danger from more bees—the threat seems to be over, at least as far as we can tell. Diplomacy:1d20 + 16 ⇒ (9) + 16 = 25
He smiles at her and continues talking.
Hjorleaf mentioned something about a Drunken Oak. Do you know what that is? Does it have anything to do with Lady Rhoswen? Is it located where the Shrike and Sellen rivers meet?
Years under the sun had bronzed his skin, but it faded as he pondered the strange words. He grew even paler when he caught sight of the symbol.
He begins to talk, letting his thoughts flow freely in an unrestrained stream of words.
I think I know some of the people behind this, and if I’m right, our problems just got a whole lot bigger.
The symbol burned into her hand was like the official crest of House Rogarvia, which vanished back in 4699. Every member of that ruling house disappeared without a trace. Before this, the descendants of Choral the Conqueror had ruled Brevoy for two hundred years from the Dragonscale Throne. House Surtova took over as the ruling house when House Rogarvia disappeared.
This symbol stands out with a chevron and stars in the background. The chevron, shaped like a house roof, symbolizes protection. In heraldry, it was awarded to those who took part in notable endeavors, built churches or fortresses, or completed work requiring loyal service. The stars typically represent excellence, nobility, or divine guidance, with their number and arrangement adding unique significance.
This is the personal crest of Choral Rogarvia, and someone added a chevron of stars to it.
A whole bloodline of people trapped in a cycle of devastation not of their own making...The vanishing.... House Rogarvia
So much death and pain, and the maker of it; Using that evilness as a foul source of power. A ritual I dare not imagine the purpose for...Could the whole of house of Rogarvia be used in some ritual. Was the vanishing part of this ritual?
I can’t help but wonder who truly gained from the vanishing. Does the crest symbolize protection granted by Coral himself, or is it a subtle way to slight the one who forced them to yield to his demands? They had to surrender and marry off a daughter to secure peace, a lasting stain on their honor they could only bear for so long. The Surtovas are known for being careful, cunning diplomats, they believe they have a rightful claim to rule Brevoy. Their heraldic crest shows a gray ship on blue fields in the lower half, with black and...silver...stars above.
Christian listens as the words unfold in his mind’s eye, the phrases echoing in his soul, both familiar and strange. Two options, but only one will turn out to be something more.
Things I know that I do not know or the things that I do not know that I do not know.
He looks to the others.
Try saying that after a few drinks.
Taking a deep breath.
Will I pursue the truth about my family, even if it comes at the cost of my people? Can I navigate the intrigues unfolding in my kingdom while figuring out who or what this mantle truly is?
He drifts back into his thoughts, picturing his mother teaching him what it means to lead. “The ability to learn is the most important quality a leader can have.”
Well, that settles it. I’ve got to find out the truth.
It seems there’s more happening around her than just the modest beginnings of Charis. May the gods look kindly upon us. Mantle.
If the purple one is only five feet away from me, I would do a full attack on it. If not, I will Charge the orange one. Move Action as a charge with an attack. Swift action to challenge.
Christian puts the full might of his training into his assault on these fowl creatures. Calling on them to step up and fight him.
Attack, IC, Challenge, Charge:1d20 + 12 + 2 + 2 + 2 ⇒ (19) + 12 + 2 + 2 + 2 = 37 -2 for the charge if it is against purple Confirm Crit, IC, Challenge, Charge:1d20 + 12 + 2 + 2 + 2 ⇒ (4) + 12 + 2 + 2 + 2 = 22 -2 for the charge if it is against purple Damage, IC, Challenge, PS:1d10 + 3 + 2 + 7 + 7 ⇒ (6) + 3 + 2 + 7 + 7 = 25 Crit Damage, IC, Challenge, PS:1d10 + 3 + 2 + 7 ⇒ (2) + 3 + 2 + 7 = 14
This is my second but only if it is against purple Second Attack, IC, Challenge :1d20 + 12 + 2 + 2 ⇒ (9) + 12 + 2 + 2 = 25 Second Damage, IC, Challenge, PS:1d10 + 3 + 2 + 7 + 7 ⇒ (6) + 3 + 2 + 7 + 7 = 25
I should note that with the Stag Lord's defeat you have overcome the main terror in the region, but The Charter was to explore a specific area of land. Specifically, The Charter will be completed when all the area that is blacked out inside of the red box in the exploration map is fully explored.
This was the 3rd Dm at this time. DM Rostam
Oct 18 2022
This is when that DM stepped down.
Dm #4
GM_Coreyllon
Picked up in Discussions
November 14 2022
First Game post was
November 28 2022
I have a STRONG feeling it got missed in between changing DMs
We have never interreacted with any political situations between restov and brevoy.
Andreas watches and listens for a bit more as he begins to understand the man's motives.
the people. He is here to create problems and incite the people against us.
Andreas, standing at the back of the crowd, moves gently through the gathered people to stand in front of the man. His tall frame firm and unyielding. He looks the man in the eyes and nods his head up and down, all the while never breaking eye contact.
Nice speech.
His voice is soft and yet loud enough for those around to hear him.
Andreas then looks the man from his eyes all the way down to his boots and back up to his eyes again.
You talk about us but not to us.
He turns to look at the gathered crowd. His arm motions to the people around them.
You attack the credibility of these good people. You belittle their intelligence and their dedication that they have for their families.
His movement comes full circle to the unknown man.
Your questions...are interesting...and I take them personally.
He turns to the crowd again
He has a point. What do you really know about us? Do you know if we know how to use a hammer? If we even know how to gather water from a stream? Do you know if we can even plant a crop or mend a pair of pants? Do you know if we know how to rock a babe to sleep while singing a soft tune? Well, that one is a bad example. I cannot sing very well. Can we even grind up wheat to make flour that will be used to make our breads? Do we even know how to fish the waters around us?
He returns his gaze to the eyes of the man that would attack his people.
Do you even know their names. The names of the people you attack right now in an attempt to create chaos and destroy our way of life. Do you know the names of the farmers who till the lands and put food on our tables. Do you know the names of the fisherman who brave our waters to fill our stocks and feed our families. Do you know the names of the people you degrade in an attempt to get to us. They have done nothing but build a better life for their families and help their neighbors. You should stand up against us because the people of Insert name here are way out of your league.
He again turns to the crowd.
That there is Insert Name Here. and he and his wife Insert Name Here. own the farm out by the grove of maples upriver. They grow corn and wheat. Their daughterInsert Name Here. just turned seven and does not enjoy her chores around the farm. She however has a beautiful voice and has dreams to travel the lands.
Over there is Insert Name Here. and his wife Insert Name Here. . They have the honor of being the parents to Insert Name Here. who is the first child born in our lands.
He continues to call out to the citizens and what they do for the land.
As for the dangers of these lands. The lands were infested with monsters, bandits and other fell creatures that were intent on killing anyone that crossed their path.
He pauses a moment as his gaze wonders to distant times.
They....were.
Your words are sweet as honey and hold just enough tartness to cause a reaction. Like they were scripted for a specific response. Leaving out certain details while concentrating on others.
Andreas stops and looks at the man again. He draws forth his weapon, walking towards the man, he presents it to him.
You wish to rule. You wish to remain awake at night wondering if your decisions were correct. You wish to have the responsibility of all these lives in your hands. To defend with your life...each ...and... every... person... here.
His words slow down here as he lets each one of them sink in.
Can you give your life for another without pause.
He drops the sword at the man's feet.
I doubt you have the balls to do such.
You are too well-dressed and...
He looks to the man's hands and points to them.
too used to an easy life. I doubt you have worked an honest days labor ever.
Andreas steps back from the man, leaving his weapon on the ground and turns his back on him.
Every voice is heard and accepted. No matter if it be acceptance or disdain. However, I am using a certain speech that I have always enjoyed. I adjusted it slightly. It is not the critic who counts, not the man who points out how the strong man stumbles or where the doer of deeds could have done better. The credit belongs to the people who are actually in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood, who strives valiantly, who errs and comes up short again and again, because there is no effort without error or shortcoming, but who knows the great enthusiasms, the great devotions, who spend themselves in a worthy cause; who, at the best, knows, in the end, the triumph of high achievement, and who, at the worst, if they fail, at least they fail while daring greatly, so that their place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who knew neither victory nor defeat.”
This is our arena and the people of Insert name here are in it! Diplomacy:1d20 + 6 ⇒ (10) + 6 = 16
Andreas stops his mount and listen to Rillka rip into Corax. He does not turn to watch, he just waits.
As she finishes and rides up next to him, he nods at her with an approving smile. He lets her pass him and he turns his horse around to look down at Corax. His vision blurring out everything else but the logger. His voice is filled with anger.
You do not like Fey...she did nothing to you other than defend her home. You have the gull to stand there and talk shit about her after I saved your ass from certain death. I took up your debt to saves the lives of your men. I gave you the location of a lucrative grove of coachwood. I gave my word to repair the damage that you caused, and you want me to go back on it. You want me to dishonor myself for what...because you cannot get past your oversized sense of worth and your dislike of Fey. Even when it would have cost you the lives of your men you still pushed forward with your unfounded assumptions of her. I should string you up from the trees right now. F#&+ it I am. I am hanging your sorry ass right here and now!
His vision clears up and he again sees the whole picture before him.
Andreas snaps out of his inner thoughts and looks down at the logger. His voice remains calm and neutral
Andreas never says the above words, these are just the thoughts that he wants to say out loud but does not...lol
You do not like Fey and I understand that. This is their home as well, and they are here to stay. We are the uninvited guests here. We will show respect and be nice neighbors. You will show them respect even when they do not return it. If you have problems with any Fey you will come to us, and we will deal with it. I want all of us to live together and coexist. You will find that we have made friends with a wide range of people in the Stolen lands. It does no one any good to be fighting everyone you do not like. Just leave them alone and move on. Now I wish you the safest of travels to that new grove. Be careful and I look forward to seeing you at the city.
He turns and continues to ride. When he catches up to Rillka....
umm taxes on our timber?hmmm...is this a flat fee per a tree or we talking about per a pound?
Intimidate/bluff?:1d20 + 11 ⇒ (7) + 11 = 18 I though Jubolist was difficult to deal with... ...for the love of all the gods, enough already. Both of you just stop and think about what it is you are doing. You both are wrong in your actions no matter how you justify them. Corax did you order your men to cut down these trees.
without waiting for answer...
Yes. Yes, you did.
The large knight turns to the Nixie, expecting to see a smile on her face for the words he just used towards Corax and hoping his next words wipe that smile from her face.
Melianse did you use magic against men that were following orders and plan to hold them as hostages till you receive your ransom. That answer is yes. Intimidate/Bluff?:1d20 + 11 ⇒ (1) + 11 = 12
He lets his words sink into each group as he looks back and forth between them. Hoping that his words show them hope ridiculous the situation is. The way I see it, you have two options here.
I am Sir Andreas Eisfalke Von Ulm, you may or may not have heard of me or those that fight beside me. We defeated the Stag Lord and have created something better in his place. The dragon throne has granted us the right to administer justice to the region against all forms of banditry. This does include theft, and it also includes ransom. Do I have the right to enforce my justice on you...maybe, maybe not. I do however have the right to protect my people. If they cannot travel the lands without being forced to replace every tree that they piss on...or being threatened with death over lumber rights. I will protect my people.
Option one is the two of you fight it out and do harm to each other. Most likely the trees do not get replanted, nor do they get used to make anything. They will rot here and benefit neither of you. Someone will die. Someone will loose and it will be both of you. Someone will come in and pick up the pieces from your conflict because you are too weak from battle to do anything at all about it.
Andreas turns and starts to walk to his horse. Mounting he adjust his horse so that he can look at them both.
Option two is this. The trees will be removed from here and sent to my town where they will be used to benefit those in need. To make ridge poles for homes. The masts of fishing vessels to feed the people. Corax and ALL of his men will move their operation ten miles north to another grove of coachwood. They will clear the woods and replant a single tree for everyone they fell. Those trees will be taken to the town on the north shore of the Tuskwater. You will be given a fair price for the timber. You are to never return to this region. Melianse, I personally will ride to meet this Dryad and barter with her to replace the trees. You have my word on it. I also will provide seed from the old Sycamore tree that stands to the east of here. I desire to see such a specimen grow in another region of the greenbelt.
If either of you take up arms against the other, I will step in, and it will be resolved quickly. This is a large land with plenty of room for all. I want you to coexist with one another and to thrive in these harsh lands.
My offer expires the moment we leave this grove and are out of sight. It is your call. Fight, die and no one wins...or...live and both of you get what you want. Your call. Diplomacy:1d20 + 11 ⇒ (20) + 11 = 31
I thank you for your time in this and I am sorry that we could not come to an arrangement. I wish you luck in your journeys.
It appears that Andreas is done talking about working together with the Gnome.
Cost. F!@& you buddy. I am not going to have information held over my head in order for you to run my bank dry. You are f**@ing nuts. It was a pleasure meeting you and your companions. The next time we meet I will make sure to bill you for saving your ass from the water you ungrateful asshat.
Seeing the human that was a werewolf crumble causes Andreas to pause for a bit. He shifts his lance back into its cradle and reaches an arm out to Saoirse.
Here, take my arm. You did admirably tonight. All of you did well. Tend to our wounds and we will see what we know about this...thing. Albert, that was a well-timed blow.
He smiles at the magus and chuckles slightly.
Maybe next time lead with that combo first.
He nods as Jacob moves to heal duzz.
When you are free from Duzz, please come over and give aid to Saoirse. Thank you.
See... I told you dragons are nice.
Christian says with a bright smile.
Now I am just wondering which dragon sent it.
See to it that this gift is used to feed all that need it. All of this gift should be used. I want no waste. Anything that is not used to feed the people can be used to help crops of used as bait for fishing. All of it is to be used.
Christian looks at the two newcomers.
These two seem capable. If you both are free this evening, I would like you to meet at the tavern for dinner. On us of course. I will have Sapphira meet you there. She will ask you some questions and I would ask that you answer truthfully. Maybe they are ready for this Just so you fully understand the nature of what you are getting involved with...we are not a bunch of little nobles sitting around a banquet table eating and drinking our nights away. We are out on the road often. We meet with our allies and fight to stabilize the region. If you have a problem with Kobolds, Dragons, Iruxi, fighting, getting your hands dirty or war...this region may not be for you. We have made friends with our neighbors the Kobold Tribe known as the Silver Fangs. We just returned from making good relations with the Iruxi tribe to the southwest of us. Going to be sending some supplies to them here soon. We are on the brink of all-out war with Taldor. Not to mention the day-to-day activity of the region or the chaotic nature that is the stolen lands. This is what you will be signing up for. Understand? Shit, I forgot the Dragons. Oh and one more thing...I like dragons. They actually are nicer than you would imagine.
We all stay together or at least close by. I do not want anyone to be left alone with this thing. If and when combat breaks out, I want all of us engage right away.
Rillka is correct we should be close by, and I think a single person in combat with a werewolf will be over quickly. Our levels are low.
"A lord helping to spread pitch upon a roof?" he scoffs. "Are you sure that's good for your reputation?"
Christian laughs lightly at that comment and proceeds without care that others may be watching.
I have learned that success is to be measured not so much by the position that one has reached in life as by the obstacles which he has had to overcome while trying to succeed.
He keeps his smile and places a hand on the Lord's shoulder
I may dress elegant and have a fancy tittle but my birth does not make me any better than anyone else.
He holds up his hands to show the cuts, scrapes, calluses and chipped nails. His demeanor turns serious with that every present smile.
I am not above getting dirty or working hard to see my goals come to fruition. Without labor...nothing prospers.
Now then, show me what needs to be repaired. Two sets of hands are better than one.
Looking to the trap and then to Bydar and then to his polearm.
May I...
Christian points to his weapon and extends a hand. He turns to look at the trap and smiles.
He motions for everyone to stand back and to be ready.
Let us see if we can get him to come out here. I can set off the trap and draw him out to us...what do you think?
That is if he thinks he can do this safely
If he gets the go ahead:
Reaching forward with the pole weapon, Christian does his best to remain safe and to set off the trap.
WHAT THE....SHIT!!!! AWWWW!!!!.....
He moans and groans a few seconds and then...silence.
Christian hands the weapon back to Bydar while drawing forth his own weapon. He motions everyone to be ready.
"You will need water, food, and canvas to create shade for you and your mounts. We are looking at hot and dry with rocky terrain. We will avoid the heart of the cinderland. That's the territory of the Sklar-Quah. Those will attack on sight. You have weapons, that is good, you will need them. To avoid the eat, we will leave tomorrow just before the sun rises. We will travel until midday, then we rest under the shade and travel again in the late afternoon until night fall." He finishes his pint and pour himself another.
Very well. I will look into getting us some different horses for this part of the trip. We will do well to acquire a different breed than what we have now. A breed that is lean, compact, and light on their feet. On the shorter side...say fourteen to sixteen hands. Maybe some Keleshite, Akhal-Tekes, or Marwaris. I will look into it and see what we can trade for. These breed snort in the face of extreme heat and lack of vegetation. I will also stock up on some supplies, if anyone is in need of something specific now is the time to make that purchase.
Christian makes sure the others are close by and lowers his voices as he looks at the tracks.
We have eyes on us. I have not been able to located them but we are being watched. I would guess that they know already that we are coming so be prepared and find whomever is watching us.
Christian waits for the survivors to have their say.
So there it is, we or I let a mad rampaging dragon live. The same dragon that destroyed their homes and lives. I had the power to put an end to the madness right then and there. Yet I choose not to. It would be justified and it would have made sense. It would have solved so many problems. These people would have been avenged and would have justice. The bounty in Restov would have been fulfilled and no more innocent lives would be lost to Mercifax. The blood of those innocent lives...is on my hands now.
Nicely done my lady...and you as well Lord Bydar. I knew we could repair them in due time I just did not think it would be today.
Looking over the icons brings hope to his eyes.
I can use this...I know I can With your permission and blessing Lady Apothyl, I wish to use these items to help with Mercifax. I do believe that these items will help sway him away from the darkness of taint and look to the light that is Desna.
Christian looks to the others and explains his plan.
This is his home and we will respect that domain. We are guests here and I can only pray that he will afford us the rights of a guest. Yes I am playing up the guest rights from GoT..lol I will announce us and present our gifts to him...
He motions to the Desna Icons and the turquoise-bejeweled cheese and wine serving set.
I will adjust the tempo according to the way things play out. Right now be prepared for combat or a courtly joust of words.
Remember to be nice...I want you to be nice until it's time to not be nice. I pray that it does not come to that.
Squaring his shoulder and blowing out a quick breath, Christian walks forward while mumbling to himself.
Iomedae...please guide me. Allow me to fulfill this task with honor. Let me face this lost soul with valor and allow me to bring some form of justice to the fallen of The Crossing. Apsu. I ask for you to reach out to Mercifax. Give him hope again. Bring peace to his tortured soul. Desna please grant us luck as we travel to the domain of Mercifax. Allow us to help him. He is alone in his rage and it has created a darkness that corrupts him. I know that even in darkness he will be able to see the stars again. I just need to remind him of the power of hope.
Hail the lair of the copper dragon Mercifax. I am Lord Christian D'Elagante and I come bearing items that I wish to return to their rightful owner. I humbly beg an audience with you in order to discuss this matter further. There is much we need to talk about. Let us sit, break bread and salt over a few bottles of wine. Do we have your permission to come forward?
He glances back at his companions.
Sounded a lot cooler in my head...
Thank you everyone,
I am home and resting as best as I can. Covid is not fun to get. I will be back up to normal posting rate soon. Since I am self quarantining, I will be using my laptop for posts. It may be a bit hard to view maps right now but I will make do.
@Jovich: An interesting story to be sure. But the blade. Is it an intelligent weapon? If so that's a very expensive piece of equipment for a level 1 character. Maybe we could have it slowly awaken over time, several books perhaps?
Also if you could answer me what a short term goal of his is. What a long term goal of his is, and what reason would he have to establish his own kingdom if given the opportunity.
The voices in his head could be just his imagination or it could be his blade speaking to him by means of telepathy...who knows, he certainly does not know for certain.
The blade is intelligent but is dormant at this time. Will not "awaken" till 3rd level of Blade Bound Magus.
1. What is a short-term goal of your character?
This goal would most certainly be the awakening of his blade. The task of figuring out exactly what it is and how it came to be what it is. To truly bound with his chosen blade.
2. What is a long-term goal of your character?
This one also is an item and one he found on his adventure to the stolen lands. The cup felt as if it could see into his soul and he needs to figure that out at some point. Since this is a link to Cayden it would make sense that this goal would take a bit longer.
3. If your character was given the opportunity to found their own kingdom what would be their motivation to do so?
Now this is a bit more involved than a few sentences but I will try.
I can see this character not actively seeking to be a ruler as he thrives on his personal freedom to be who he is. The stolen lands are untamed and dangerous to those that can not defend themselves. Seeing that adventurers are actively seeking to change that would drive him to do as such. This region also houses a wide range of terrains for which he could see the potential for brewing purposes. Different regions for grains, barley, hops, grapes, honey, fruits, grasses, rye, etc...all of which could lead back to his cup and Cayden as a motivator. The river kingdoms thrive on freedom and the region teems with adventures. Maybe a tavern/brewery in each city called the Silver Cup. A place for adventuresses to relax and put their boots up for a bit. To maintain the freedom of all with very little government oversight. I hope this is understandable....
The mercenary lord looks from Brand to Bydar to the others. Droplets of nervous perspiration gather around his forehead as he walks forward.
...maybe, we shall soon see. Diplomacy:1d20 + 13 ⇒ (8) + 13 = 21
Come on bladder do not do this....hold it in Christian.
With a slow and respectful bow, christian mentally prepares himself.
Greetings Eranex, I apologize for the intrusion into your lands. Apothyl has warned us that our path would take us into your territory and even though our time is precious at this moment, I felt it important to present ourselves to you before we traverse your lands too much. It is your territory that we trespass on and I wish no disrespect to be taken. I am Lord Christian D`Elagante of Charis. These are my companions and members of the court.
Christian lets the word roll off his tongue as he introduces each member of the party.
I will only say the title and such that the character would know the others would want to be said. Yes she can kill you with a tail slap but there are more important things right now
Christian remains still as he looks up at the silver dragon. He knows that he is insignificant to this creature but holds himself straight and with dignity.
Lock your fear in a box and put it down deep, deep inside.
Mighty Eranex, I stand before you and with humility and beg a boon of thee. As I stated before, our time is precious and therefore I will speak plainly.
He looks from the Apothyl to his companions and back to Eranex.
Here goes nothing My companions and I recently recovered a dragon egg and while we were in the process of figuring out who the parents were, we encountered Apothyl who is the mother. Now the whole story is long and complicated but I will forgo it for now. The problem is that her mate has lost all hope of recovering their egg. His grief was so great that it turn to anger. He has fallen and destroyed a village north of here by the name of Nivakta's Crossing. We are traveling there now to confront him. It is our wish to bring him back from this dark path...and if he will not...we will do what we can to stop him from harming anymore innocent lives.
Christian's voice keeps it's respectful tone as he continues.
The boon that I ask is thus. We wish to pass through your lair. I am to understand that it will be faster to travel this way than to traverse the mountains. The longer Mercifax is about the more danger that can befall the area.
With those words spoken, Christian awaits her response.
OK so then how about this...
We claim silver mine
Terrain improvements.
Build the mine for the silver.
Build roads in the hex with the river crossing site.
In game time I have just found the gem and have not been able to add it to the weapon. The other GM was going to have it just enhance my weapon to a +1. If you wish to change it that is fine with me.
Per the old GM
GM Phntm888 wrote:
Sitting on top is also a purple gemstone, immediately recognized by Cade as one of those missing from his sword. Craft (weapons) or (jewelry) DC 20, with proper tools, to re-insert the stone into the hilt. You can also pay someone in town to do it.
