Lord Hotspur Selline's page

"You are free to leave if you like. My troops will not hinder you."

Numalar rubs his chin in thought.

"Well, Lord Hotspur, that might be asking for trouble."

Durgan adds, "My own interactions with Lord Raston Selline, and my rapid disappearance soon after, no doubt gave him the impression I was hiding something."

"Yes, I imagine he did find that most suspicious."

Hotspur considers Numalar's words for a moment and then says, "No, I think honesty is the best policy here don't you? After all as you said my father's agents might be watching all of this transpire? That Igor fellow had a unfavorable look to him, don't you think? And while my father is a stern man, he is a fair one. I doubt his judgment will be any harsher than I can bear with difficulty. We should adjourn to the great hall, take our rest, and see to the causalities while we await the city guard."

Accept the offer or decline? Feel free to discuss possibilities in the discussion thread, or on this thread in-character. Should be pretty simple, after all it is only the fates of nations in your hands. :)

"BEETLE! Tell your men to stand down! That is an order!" He turns back to Numalar. "A wise move sorcerer. You know that it could have been you that I shoved off the battlements, though I think the resulting splash would of sounded much different."

Hotspur lets that sink in for a moment before continuing.

"You and your friends' valiant efforts have shown me the error of my path, I and my dwarven army will return to Mivon. There I will seek an audience with my father and discuss the matter of the Stolen Land and my ambitions for myself and Mivon."

Then, quite unwise since she probably just provoked the archers, she moved over to the other edge of the wall and peered into the water. Was that Hotspur down there?

stealth: 1d20 + 16 + 20 ⇒ (18) + 16 + 20 = 54

bullrush v Illthir (invisible): 1d20 + 10 + 2 ⇒ (9) + 10 + 2 = 21

Suddenly Illthir finds herself falling over the edge of the battlements!

So it's a DC 35 climb check to catch herself on the ledge (this means dropping everything in her hands and making the crazy roll), otherwise she's falling into the 10' of water 40' below.

Assuming she goes over....

"Well gnome," Hotspur says calmly to Numalar while flourishing his sword. "Will it be me, or your pale human-blooded friend?"

Hotsupr looks up. "Oh no."

A look of panic flashes across Hotspur's face as Alia drops upon him. The dagger drops from his hands as Alia's shadow engulfs him.

thrown dagger v Alia: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (1) + 10 = 11 damage: 1d4 ⇒ 3

His horse seeing the danger jerks them both to the side.

Hotspur reflex: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (10) + 10 = 20
horse reflex: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (17) + 7 = 24

The nobleman ignores Durgan. He shouts again down at the guardsman.

"I need those doors opened now soldier! We cannot afford to penned in this castle by the city guard!"

*snort* "You think me naive!? I have no doubts all you say is true about that horned demon, but it doesn't matter, once the Stag Lord has sold me his position and men I will have the seed of my future kingdom. Then let father try to look down upon me! MWAHAHA!"

1d20 + 5 ⇒ (5) + 5 = 10

"One of my father's spies then! Beetle you are currently under contract deal with this knave and his fellows."

"Or am I wrong, Selline? Do you have a different and totally unrelated band of ruffians in mind?"

There's an intake of air up at the head table. And Lord Selline is on his feet hand on his sword hilt. "Who is this dwarf, to impugn my honor, and speak to me so?"

A nobleman steps into the doorway flanked by a pair of uniformed guards. Their heraldry is familiar to Numalar and Zokon.