Joran Vhane

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*casts thread necromancy*

So I was inspired by this, but it went very differently, because of how my party interacted with the various Greenbelt factions. Specifically, we ended up with a bandit siege.

Spoiler:
The party hit Thorn River camp on the 2nd of Pharast, right at the start of the campaign. Kressle escaped and has become a significant thorn in their side over time and the Paladin's arch nemesis. She's been carrying out her own plans in the background and has become an important villain and the one the PCs hate the most. She wasn't about to return to the Stag Lord having failed and has instead been planning a coup against her alcoholic former boss. She wants to be the Bandit Queen.

Since then they've been taking their time exploring though and thanks to their interference with bandit activity in the region the Stag Lord has been over six weeks without fresh alcohol. He's sober and he's pissed.

It started with Dovan leading some bandits to harass them while they made camp, but they handled that. Now, they showed up at Bokken's to collect some potions and he frantically tells them that Oleg's is under attack and slams the door.

So they ride straight for Oleg's and arrive at like ten at night. There are maybe ten bandits on each side of the trading post and another ten guarding a small encampment, so around fifty total. Auchs is leading the men at the gate who are using longspears to force Beaky the Owlbear (in barding) to smash the gate in. Kesten Garess and his men are on the walls with bows.

From a distance they can recognise the Stag Lord's helm and see him overseeing things and they know he's an alcoholic from interrogating captured bandits. So the PCs hatch a plan to sneak closer to the encampment. The summoner and paladin (both female) are to bluff their way into the camp, while the bloodrager and oracle wait for the signal in case anything goes wrong.

The summoner is dressed up as a prostitute and they use the dust of illusion from the kobolds to disguise the paladin as a madam/pimp. They bluff their way in with saying they have booze and a girl for the Stag Lord. Amazingly the rolls go well and they are brought to Dovan who totally fails to see through the sham and the summoner is sent in to the Stag Lord. Meanwhile Dovan is making it clear that he wants the paladin in *his* tent.

So the summoner is flirting shamelessly with the Stag Lord and getting him more and more drunk, while the paladin goes with the Dovan situation, because he doesn't know she's armed and she thinks in his tent she could take him by surprise. She enters the tent... and Kressle is already in Dovan's bed. Undressed.

Back in the Stag Lord's tent the summoner convinces him to let her tie him up. She takes it even further with a blindfold and a gag and then COUP DE GRACES the guy. I was floored, but they earned it so hard. Amazing social rolls. (Don't worry about the anticlimax, I have it covered. Plus this was pretty climactic.)

For the paladin, things are not going as well, she goes with it at first, acting like she's up for the threeway, but Kressle recognises her voice from a previous encounter, grabs her own axe and attacks. Dovan is totally confused. Kressle's axe passes through the illusion on the paladin and only hits armour. All hell breaks loose.

Paladin wins initiative and withdraws from the tent, not wanting to be between Dovan and Kressle (haha). She shouts for the party and the Bloodrager and Oracle come running. Kressle is nowhere to be seen. Dovan fights briefly, but realises he is outmatched and also gets away. The party dispatch around ten bandits and head for the walls.

Next session will be the battle in front of the gate against Auchs, Owlbear and a small bandit army. What the player's don't know is that Kressle is going to take over the Stag Lord's fort, with Dovan as her right hand, so Akiros will still get his moment to change sides, because he doesn't like that at all. Kressle has been majorly built up for them though and I have levelled her over the weeks they were exploring. So I feel happy having her as the real end boss for them.

I'd love to hear what people think of how things panned out!


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"Tief" is german for "deep" and is pronounced teef/teaf. Tiefling just means "deep ones". Those with blood from the lower planes.


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Male Human Invulnerable Barbarian 2

Round Three Action

It's so true, happens all the time...

Spoiler:
Theoretical Savage Saving Throws: 1d20 ⇒ 31d20 ⇒ 41d20 ⇒ 41d20 ⇒ 5
See, the dice are all on his side!!! If we rolled them they'd all lose... D:<

James crouches and spins on the spot with a feral snarl, bringing his huge sword around in a wide sweeping arc.

1d20 + 4 ⇒ (20) + 4 = 242d6 + 9 ⇒ (4, 5) + 9 = 18

Okay maybe I was wrong. ><

Confirm? 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (13) + 4 = 172d6 + 9 ⇒ (3, 1) + 9 = 13

Woot! My first crit of the campaign!


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Male Human Invulnerable Barbarian 2

James roars, his muscles seeming to bulge and multiply outwards as his eyes narrow on the object of his fury, before charging full pelt at one of the more central savages.

James will rage and charge the savage at -A9.

1d20 + 6 ⇒ (6) + 6 = 122d6 + 9 ⇒ (1, 3) + 9 = 13

James sword rips across the native's chest from shoulder to hip, tearing a huge gash in the man's torso.


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Male Dwarf Cleric 6

Elyk leant upon the table heavily, the importance of their task and what it meant for all Dwarfkind resting upon his brow like a great weight, causing it to crinkle in a frown as he considered the merits of the two plans. They both had their advantages - and their downfalls - and both carried great risk, but it was their responsibility, nay their duty to choose the one that would carry the Dwarves of Highhelm into a glorious future. There was no margin for error here, whatever anyone said.

"Ah' think ah' speak fer most o' us when I say tha' the might o' the Dwarven people lies in our steadfast determination and strength of arms, not in sneakin' about like a damned Elf!" The Cleric began deliberately, a deep passion ringing true in his voice as the fire in his spirit shone through. "No offence meant Durgrin, Rahkeg," he added gruffly, pausing for a moment as he glanced over at the group's two more soft footed members. "As much as I'm sure we'd all love to smash some more Orc heads lads, we bear a sacred task, to carry our mission through success no matter what stands in our path. Now, while I hate to say it, sometimes that's gonna mean avoidin' a fight so we can accomplish what we came to do, an' there's honour in tha', and don't you lads forget it! So, in the interest of reachin' ol' Droskar's Crag in one piece, I suggest we take the deep road, and crush any filthy Duergar scum that stand in our path! Elyk too spits on the floor as the Deurgar name stains his tongue. "In the name of Torag and High King Bruagh we are honour bound to succeed!"