As long as Vandis can keep from falling down so often . . .
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Spoiler: Kenneth is taking an extended rest.
All we have to do now is survive to level 2 without falling over our own feet. Indeed . . .
Spoiler: 2 in the recent posts list. Same as 20s. FYI :D
** spoiler omitted ** Spoiler: Honestly, I'd prefer to stick to the rules. Kenneth died fair and honest. Spoken as one killer GM to another . . .
GM only: Spoiler: Umm, Kenneth isn't dying. He's at negative bloodied; he's dead GiM.
Kenneth advances on the remaining Dog Brother thug, grinning. "Well, if nobody else is going to put you out of our misery, I guess I'll be the one."
Kenneth looks sourly at Vandis. "Not again!" The bard steps into the room and takes in the situation. "Ok, big man (not you, the other one, the standing-up one). Come on down and show us what those muscles can do."
As the thug captain stumbles, Kenneth looks with curiosity at his wand,. "Well, look at that, it works!"
"Of course, my friend. One moment -- a little unfinished business." Kenneth steps up beside the spirit and runs D5 through with his shortsword. The bard then draws his new wand in his left hand.
GM: Spoiler: Kenneth will use Virtue of Prescience as an interrupt on any ally hit by I, adding 2 to the relevant defense.
"Ok, fortune-teller, pull yourself together," Kenneth mutters to himself. Pulling himself groggily to his feet, he stumbles a bit down the stairs.
"Oh, the Dog Brothers," Kenneth exclaims in delight. "There's someone downstairs who I just know will want to talk to you."
"It seems likely I've tripped some kind of alarm. Do be ready for company."
Kenneth freezes in place.
Realizing Dannad isn't the lead-the-way sort of Guildmember, Kenneth sighs theatrically and ascends the stairs as quietly as he can, pushing aside the curtain with the blade of his shortsword.
"Yes, I suppose you're right."
Kenneth closes the shutters. "Well, well, look at that."
"My thanks," Kenneth makes a small bow to Dannad before unfastening the shutters. "Always good to have more than one route out."
"Dannad, chum, it might be handy to have that window open, but I'm a bit leery of it. We'd be obliged if you'd check it out for us."
"Eh? Yes." Kenneth seems a bit distracted. "Let's be about our business." He tucks the scroll with the curious entries into his backpack.
Kenneth returns with the ledger. "Before you knock out dear Arthuro, perhaps we could ask him to elaborate on these curious entries."
"Care to help look, Vandis? We might even find something that fits you."
"Ah, yes, good old Gregory. Went on to have about 3,000 children. Don't mind if I do, and I'll take a cautionary lesson." Kenneth happily pockets the wand.
"Might be interesting. I wonder what it does." Dagobert prods experimentally. "Not that I can use it, but someone can I don't doubt." "No doubt," Kenneth murmurs. "And look at this -- handy for anyone who uses a sling and perhaps something alchemical."
As Dagobert rootles, so rootles Kenneth.
"Nice little toy you've found, Dannad. Might come in handy."
"So that's what this was, eh?" "Sounds like a good job we killed it. "Now, this is interesting," Kenneth goes on, lifting out the lantern. "What kind of creature was this?" he muses.
"Glad to help, glad to help," Kenneth answers Dannad absently, as he starts poking through the goods. "Good work, there, Dagobert -- remind me not to get on your bad side!" With that, he launches into a long, rambling, but somehow entertaining, story about one of his relatives who once got mistaken for a wererat.
Kenneth, for a change, does not gibe Vandis.
"Fight's over, wakey, wakey," Kenneth appeals to Dannad.
Kenneth struggles to find words to convey his revulsion at the otyugh, but for once his wit fails him.
"Can't you stay out of trouble for six seconds?" Kenneth complains to Vandis, even as he sidles past the door (T8) and gingerly stabs at one of the grubs (O5) with his shortsword, then more vigorously, skewering it.
With a disgusted expression, Kenneth slips away from the nearest grub and taunts Arthuro once more. "An otyugh for a pet, I should have known. Come on and play with its babies."
Spoiler:
Kenneth advances on T2, smiling, "Now, where are you going?" and strikes with his shortsword.
Guiding Strike vs T2 AC (1d20+7=21, 1d6+4=5)
Spoiler: Kenneth advances on Arthuro (T9), smiling, "You weren't thinking of leaving the fight, were you?"
Cutting Words vs Arthuro Will (1d20+4=21, 1d8+4=8)
Vandis: Spoiler: Sorry, Kenneth hasn't really got down the "majestic" part yet
Kenneth looks at the nearest tough engaging Vandis. "Oh, come on over here, big fella -- see how you do against a rag-man!" he taunts as he draws his shortsword. Looking at Vandis himself, "Get up, you lazy northerner. We have work to do!"
"Ah, Arthuro. They didn't tell me it was you! Yes, we have something to sell, and I think you'll be particularly interested." To Dannad: "Come on, shortbread. Get the goodies."
"Pardon my friend, here," Kenneth interjects smoothly. "Everybody needs a hobby (or a passion). We do need to see The Fence, but our goods need an appreciative eye. They are of the small, fine, shiny type, as the halfling said. Kindly take us to The Fence, and we'll conclude our business."
"It takes five of ya' to come sell rat skins, huh?" replies the large man suspiciously as he picks up a shield and mace lying nearby. His friend does the same. "Rather ferocious rats, y'see. We actually started with eight of us." Kenneth follows Dagobert's lead as he readies for combat. |