Kressel AKA DM's page

Why would she bring the whole animal instead of just the parts? Wouldn't that be lighter?

"Well done Kressel. Although I think you've ruined a good table along with Zorestar's appetite."

Kressle laughs at the statement and smiles.

Bronwyn looks at the spilled blood landing on Zorestar's shirt and readies himself to hear the complaints.

That one really doesn't care for appearances.

Kressel, I believe you have already met Akiros, lieutenant for the late Stag Lord and instrumental in his defeat.

Turning to Akiros he says:

It was acting on information provided by Kressel here that we found the fort and managed to get inside it and reach you. If it weren't for her things could've happened really differently.

"Yes, it has been a while but now I understand why you grew tired of the bandit life. No matter what you do as a bandit, that pleasure never seems to remain for long." as she says this it's visable that Kressel has somewhat changed from when you first met her. Akiros seems to raise a eyebrow at this as he can clearly see the change too. "I have been thinking for a while, reliving in my mind the horrors I did as a bandit and then the feeling of dealing justice to the bandits who broke free. I feel like my life has more meaning to it."

Kressel soon returns to the place with her handaxes covered in blood and on her shoulders the body of a Thylacine, a large marsupial carnivore that is local to the area.
"Welcome back everyone, I got something for skinning." she smirks as she looks over the corpse of this creature when she drops it on the nearest table she can find, one that Zorestar was currently sitting at. "This creature was cowardly and tried to run, but I cornered the critter and cut it down."

Any response on my second message?

Sorry I didn't see the message as I just posted and then went to bed.

"Well, it seems a completely stupid plan is taking form in my head, and I do not look forward to hearing what the others will think of it."

He sits down, his back against the wall.

"Even if it somehow functions perfectly well, there's a pretty good I won't make it through with my life."

The moment the words come out of his life, he looks surprised.

And yet I'll do it anyway. Even if it means my death, it would be a small price to pay for a greater good. Is that what being 'honored' means? Sheesh.

"So what do you say we make the most out of what could be my final days upon this earth? I'd rather have a nice girl", strangely, his mind goes back to Carina and her refusal after the clumsy dance, "but I'd settle for you."

He shows an ironic smile, as if daring her to admit she isn't a nice girl.

Bronwyn grows increasingly amazed, almost to the point of disbelief.

Sense Motive check: 1d20+4.

"Capable guards, a strong gate and undead outside the walls?"

He steadies himself in the wooden wall of Oleg's post, staying silent for almost a full minute.

"But you told me there's a password. 'The bones of St. Shmugford' or something like that. Would they open the doors if we said that password?"

"The passphrase is correct, but you have ta look the part." she says as she looks over at him "Not even the dumbest of his men will let you in with just the passphrase. You have to look like bandits and bring tribute or he would never allow you in." as she explains this she gives a sigh and shakes her head. "It goes, 'By the

Bron looks surprised and replies quickly:

"An old FORT? Where is that?"

After she responds, he asks, waiting for her to provide answers before asking the next question.

"Can you make out a simple map of its rooms? How is the entrance guarded? How many men are in there? How are they armed?"

"It's far to the south, next to the tuskwater lake." she explains but shakes when asked about the layout. "I have no idea about the inside of the fort as I never stayed long, but the entrance is guarded with his best men and a large gate strong enough to stop a small army, not to mention the undead that hide outside the fort, defending it from anyone who tries to get inside."

"It just mite be that I myself am not such a good boy as 'ya think.", he replies, smiling wickedly for a couple seconds, quickly returning to his honest, 'knightly' face afterwards. He looks her fiercely in the eyes, not willing to back down.

"Or it may be that I saw something in you, be it just the bullheaded will ta live or even a sliver of intelligence. You want to be on the winning side, and right now it seems our horse is faster than tha Stag Lord's, right?"

Kressel appears a little shocked at the look Sir Bronwyn gives and she slowly takes a step back.

"If we are spending these days preparing ourselves we should do just that. I will ask some questions to our resident former bandit to try and gather some information about this Stag Lord and his camp."

The knight excuses himself and goes out to find Kressel in her post.

"Well met, Kressel, how's the honest life treatin'ya?"

Kressel gives a small smile whilst twirling a axe in her hand, balancing it well and looking at Sir Bronwyn as he approches.

Then he gathers some stale bread and water, and serves the portion to the prisoners. To Kressel he offers his side of radish soup and ale, and goes as far as take off her manacles to allow for eating.

"I truly meant that, Kressel. In the next days to follow you'll be facing a hard choice. Your men will be sent to Restov to face their justice, and I do not need to tell you their lot will be harsh."

Offering his cup of ale, he adds:

"And we are still newcomers to this land, and we don't know all of its secrets. You say the Stag Lord is powerful and strong, but where was he and his men when you were attacked? Even now he doesn't know we have arrived in these lands, and I'm sure he won't know what's coming for him. We have competent, strong and sorcerous hands on this boat, and a smart person would have no trouble choosing the winning side. Tomorrow we'll leave orders for the prisoners to be taken to Restov. It's your choice if you'll be joining them in the trip or us in the defeat of the Stag Lord. You should sleep on that."

Then the knight excuses himself, tying again the bonds holding the bandit, and leaves the prisoner to her fate.

She points on the map roughly south-east, 24 miles (2 hexes though not in a straight line.) from your assumption. She smirks at what Catrina says about the items.
"We didn't want to risk our lives for a bag of coppers and nearly worethless trinkets." she smirked as she said this and looks Catrina up and down, spitting in her direction when she's called a b+@~@.

"You wouldn't dare leave us to the monsters out here. You're heroes and are meant to protect the helpless, no matter what they do." she gives a grin believing herself to be in the company of self-rightious heroes.

She eyes Sir Bronwyn curiously, not wanting to trust in him, but something about the way he says these things lets her open up and she takes a drink from the waterskin to sate her thirst. It seems as if she is hanging on everyword he says, but does not respond and simply stares onwards.

As Ganit pointed out there is a cart there that was most likely used as a trap. A typical bandit trick to either appear as other travellers and stopping for a chat or merchants who have lost a wheel and remain stuck. It can be hitched and ready to move with little issue as well as packing up all the loot and loading in the bandits. It's a large wagon so it'll need two horses to pull and enough room for a driver and shotgun rider. I assume you spend the day full mapping out the area, in which case the sleeping bandits obviously awake by then, but are unable to cause problems, especially seeing Kressel herself is tied up too.

Jameson looks up from the string of horses and prisoners at the sound of Kressel's questioning.

"What monster does she speak of? And how did you lose a ring to mites?"

These bandits are weak. Best we take them in for justice.

"Those monsters of the stolen lands. Trolls and other things.." she gets red in the face at the mention of mites, especially as it almost sounds like a insult to her. "Those horrible little bleeders! They snuck into the camp, went through our supplies and found our stash. We manages to catch a few, but they still escaped with a few bags of our loot. I wouldn't dare enter their home unless well prepared."

Kressel laughs as she sees Ganit find the stash.
"It's a shame ya couldn't find everythin'. That whore's ring was taken by those dirty little blue bastards." she taunts as she looks back at him with a sneer. "The drink is for the Stag Lord. He loves a good drink he does. I know nothin' about where he came from and he is a bandit, like all of us. He wishes nothing more than to simply pillage and be a outlaw. It's the best kind of life and if I didn't know any better, I'd think you two were bandits." On the map she silently points to somewhere very far south, nearly off the map. With a smirk she grins at them. "You'll die from the monster of the stolen lands before yu get there."

Kressel leers at Catrina, though what she just said had scared her.
"Another freak. These lands have enough freaks in them without you being added to the list." she grits her teeth in an offensive gesture, though she seems rattled.

save: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (18) + 2 = 20

"Ha, your god is weak! There is only the staglord in this land and no one can stop him!" she smirks as she attempts to struggle at her bindings and leers at Ganit. There is real sweat on her brow as Ganit leans in and she sighs in a resigned defeat. "What do you want to know, pig breath."

I assome the search you mentioned earlier was in the bandit camp?

Yeah you can repost the stuff if you wish, including what was wrolled as you didn't know yet she was still asleep. It would be mean to dissallow you the roll because that would mean your character was trying to question someone who was unconcious.

Kressel groans awake from the long term treatment of Cambyl and she smirks as she looks at all of you.
"Oh I see. Keepin' me alive so ya can have some fun? Try it, but I doupt you have the balls nor manhood ta see it through!"

What in the seven hells is a might?

You don happen to have a man by the name of Falgrim Sneeg around your camp? I couldn't see'im back there, it may be that the basterd's somehow disguising'mself or hiding in the woods. 'His lordship' has put a price on this fool's head after he tried to get intimate with a prisoner who he had no bus'ness getting intimate with. If you know where he's at, we could get'im and share the pot, whaddya say?

Mites are common and you most likely would've run into them in the past, though you won't know things like weaknesses ect but generally know what they are.

"He is with the lord down south last I heard. Unless he has angered him somehow I have no reason why the lord would want his head." she eyes him suspeciously.

Kressel stops suddenly, putting her hand up to holt the advancement and then she leers at both Jameson and Cambyl.
"Who the hell are you and what are you doing here?" she says drawing her axes. "I won't ask twice. Surrender now and I might be merciful."

MAP

Choose where to place yourselves. Cambyl and Jameson are seen whilst everyone else is hidden. you can place yourselves no lower than the G row.

Kressel

"A bow? Ha! I perfer to be close to my enemy when I cut them up. Shame about Oleg really but what the lords asks, he gets done." She looks at him cautiously, but relaxes then deciding to tell him. "No, I didn't cut off her finger, I only took the ring for insurance. It's not worth that much, but any bit of jewlery will make a bandit's life happy. However, the filthy Mites came into our came in stole a few bags filled with our loot, including the ring. We know where they live, in the old Sycamore tree south-east, by east from the camp, but we wouldn't dare attack. So many of them in number and we only want loot. I'd like to keep my boots clean than step on the ugly little blue bastards. They cause more trouble than the Kobolds ever since they started fighting."

Anyone else deciding to hide stealthily or are Cambyl and Jameson being out in the open?

I'm assuming I'll be able to make out Bronwyn given my dim light vision, but do you want me to make any rolls, combat maneuver's or something for the rope?[/b]

"I will cast Bless, as soon as you cast sleep, Carina."

[ooc]It won't be that late. It's still morning and there is plenty of light, though you will have to recognise him as he is still wearing his disguise, but I assume you saw his disguise when he left.

"He's gone far ahead. Do you trust him as he seems a little...odd." she asks curiously as she turns to Sir Bronwyn whilst on horseback, riding forward at a steady pace with the group of bandits behind them, though not in any formation as it's difficult to manouver through the trees and uneven terrain.

I believe sleep is a full around spell like summon monster meaning it'll go off after she casts it next round. Nice for a surprise attack.

She raises a eyebrow but nods.

"Fine, I'll bring eight, leaving four of my men behind to watch the camp. We havn't been bothered by anything so I'm sure they'll be fine." she says getting up and ordering eight of her men to mount up and bring supplies for the jurney.

It takes a while, but once when prepared she has her handaxes in her hands, spinning them before putting them back on her hips.
"Let's go ya dogs!" she calls to everyone as she decides to lead the group with Sir Bronwyn and Ganit and the eight following.

She raises her eyebrow at Sir Bronwyn and tilts her head to the side.

"As I said, after we burn down Oleg's. Happs was my top man here and that's because he proved himself skilled at killing. Now, if you wish to prove yourself then you will have to join me in burning down Oleg's first." she then smirked as she leans in closer. "Happs was a ruthless bastard anyway. He broke the law and ran away so it family would get the blame. If the fool is dead it's no big loss." she smirks as she streaches her arms in the air.

"We'll be having plenty time to swap tales about old shriveled men and the treasure down my pants when we're sipping Oleg's beer in the broken husk of his post. We need to be going in the next hour or 'his lordship' is to get pretty pissed. And when he gets like that, you know what happens."

lol I don't even know what happens, hope she does. :)

"I know what you mean." she nods about knowing how pissed off the Staglord becomes. "About the beer, you are already drinking some of his finest drink we managed to aquire. I wanted to be sure you were like us." as he said this he looks the two in curiosity "My story is quite different. As a young girl I was helping my parents rob travellers and ruffle up pilgrims for some quick cash, heh those were the days however we were ambushed and both my parents were killed so I fled up north from Mivon into the Greenbelt. I managed to make my way through his dangerous region with some lick, but was then caught by a group of the Stay Lord's men. They thought since I was a woman they could take advantage of me, but when I cut off a few hands and fingers with these axes they soon turned and ran away, but I followed them and maimed as many as a I could right up to his fort. He must've seen what I had done because soon enough he came down and threw the would-be rapists to the dead fields where those undead feasted on them and he recruited me right then. I worked for him for a few months befor he sent me up here to run the camp. It's been fun to have a mix of freedom and responsibility and not Oleg wishes to stand in ourway. We were going to head off to teach him a lesson, burn down the outpost and then toss his wife to my men. I'm sure you two will enjoy her, she's a pretty one however, I think me and you could entertain ourselves." she smirks and gives a wink to Sir Bronwyn.

As the men keep a continous watch on you there is nowhere you can really hide and it's a verbal spell so would be impossible to find somewhere not to be seen or heard and have eyesight on her.

"So how did you get 'employed' by our lord?" he asks curiously as the looks over the two of you with curiosity. "I must admit I am surprised you made it all the way here by yourselves, clearly you have some skill in survival."

Well, just go'head an' try me! But first'tings first. I'mma not one for mixing business wit pleasure, so let's get this business over wit so we can run the pleasure part, will'ya?

The outlaw takes off his overcoat and loosens part of the straps on his armor, showing off part of his chest.

Tis been a hard travel, ya got anything to eat and maybe some water to spare? Throat's parched.

"Certainly." she bows and looks to Ganit "And from your friend too I assume?" she then walks off, taking a Keg and 3 mugs, sitting down with the two of you and keeping a eyebrow raised. "So why have you come?" she asks, with both of her hands seemingly relaxed onto the floor near where her handaxes are hanging off her hips.

Now...let's see if the bluff'll work?

Noticing his friend Ganit is using his keen eyes to map the camp, the outlaw offers a suitable enough distraction.

So who's the lucky guy this time?, the outlaw says, pointing to the tent. He sits by the fire, stirring whatever pot there is and having a taste at its contents.

This Kressel seems like a fun gal ;)

Too hot for you. She's the female on page 8 of the kingmaker player's guide with the two hand-axes.

After a few long minutes you see a young man exist, attempting to adjust himself whilst a fully dressed and armed woman comes up behind him, shoving him out of the way.
"Honestly, none of you measure up. I can see why you decided to become a bandit." some of the other men laughed at the young bandit who moved back inside the tent to re-adjust himself as she turned and looked directly at Sir Bronwyn with a smirk. "Maybe you'll be better. I don't recognise you." she stopped short as she noticed the silver stag amulet. "The Staglord sent you? Does he have a message on what we are to do concerning Oleg? Since Happs hasn't returned I assume Oleg decided to take matters into his own hands, the fool."