Brutal Rise of the Runelords....


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"I will always strive to write better" , 25 years gaming, 20 yrs DM

the first post....


Male Half-giant Ranger / 1

The next post....(Kenderkin here)


"I will always strive to write better" , 25 years gaming, 20 yrs DM

It is nearing sunset. the entire town has turned out for the sanctification ceremony, a ritual that has lasted for the better part of a month to produce the most holiest of holy sites on the material plane. Father Zantus, Head priest of the unified cathedral, has led the holy ceremony with great pleasure and zeal.
Today, he is very happy. He knows that the ending, which concludes as the last of the suns rays touches the very tip of the steeple, will be magnificent.
Gazing out into the crowd, he sees friends from town, couples that he has blessed, widows for whom he has helped ease the burden of sudden loneliness. He sees kids running through the large cathedral square, many may be acting up now, but he smiles, knowing that these rapscallions will be sandpoints future.
it is time he whispers to himself, as he gets up and approaches the podium on the large stage, surrounded by the towns founding families, and visiting dignitaries.

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -

the square is a large massive area where public meetings and celebrations take place, like today.
for today, it is lined the length with long picnic tables, around which families are gathered. on one side stands the church, opposite it, stands the heavily laden tables filled with free food and drink. lines of crowds gatehr around their favorite inn or tavern.
wagons, filled with wood and whicker, sit far away, ready to be pushed into the center of the square when it gets dark out and the bonfire to be lit.

ok guys, where are you? what ill do is if you can post me your locations by tomorrow noon (central) i can draw up a map and post it online somewhere for you all to get an idea as to where you are located.
feel free to adlib what your up character has been doing the past 2 days, leading up to the final celebration


Lynx breathed in the air deeply, as he made his way through the crowd gathering at the town square. The smell of the sea, true, but not as bad as on the ships that had taken him from Katapesh to Magnimar, with numerous stops in between. A stroll down the coast and he had found himself in this quaint town: Sandpoint. Perhaps he had chosen it as his resting stop because its name appealed to him, reminding him of his lands. He had grown tired of life on ships and he felt he was far enough from his former life that he would be safe, at least for now. Lynx's sharp eyes caught the stares of all around him. Of course, he tended to draw attention to himself, parading around town in his traditional desert garb: long white tunic, sleeveless cloak, and kuffiya coiled around his head. As the saying goes, you can take the boy out of the desert... Lynx did not mind the attention. He was appreciating his freedom, never taking it for granted after how hard he had fought for it. Unconsciously, he looked down at the pair of curved short swords hanging from his belt. Always there when I need them! Hopefully, that part of his life was over, but his coin purse was feeling lighter every day. Perhaps someone could use his special skills, gifts of years of training under his former boss. But no need to ruin the afternoon thinking of that. He bought some fruit from a nearby stand west of the stage, as he looked curiously to the man in robes eager for him to start, keeping a watchful eye for pickpockets in the crowd.

Picture of Lynx's curved blades: Swords. Lynx is west of the stage, on the outskirts.

Grand Lodge

Male Elf Arcanist L1 | AC12 (16) T12 FF10 (14) | HP: 7/7 | F+1 R+2 W+2(+4) | Init+2 | Perc+7 | Reservoir: 4/4

Calathes has spent the first two days of the festival quietly observing the townsfolk of Sandpoint, taking mental note of anyone who may be of use to him in his quest to have a greater understanding of what the ancient Thassilonians and their Runelords were like.

As the festival draws to a close, Calathes stops by one of the tables of food and drink, takes a bit of cheese, bread, and cured meat along with a tankard full of wine before making his way toward where Father Zantus will be making his final sermon for the celebration.

Calathes says to himself, "It hasn't been much for finding help for my mission, but I have to say it is a bit of a welcome change from the constants masses of Absalom."

He then takes a seat off to the left hand side of the temple to take in the ending of the festival.


Male Half-giant Ranger / 1

With the festivities going on in the town and likely ale being involved, Snafu felt the tug and urgings of his god to attend...

a tattered sackcloth cloak hangs on the broad shoulders and also reflects the grim visage of a half-orc gripping tight his ale and watching the throng of people with a tension on his face

"Whatem I here fer?"
he quietly asks the head on the beer as if in some way it might answer his question, his prayer

"I ad been meanin tah buy a set o javelins here inna town..."

Snafu wanders aimlessly, stopping by a table of free food, he takes a couple of loaves and a wedge of cheese... Appearing as a beggar...with little to his name


Ughugh is a beefy half-orc with a large head. Beneath the little clothing he wears, you can tell he has been in many confrontations, and hygiene is almost nonexistent to him. His Chain shirt is pressed against bare skin, where hair and body odor push through. The majority of his belongings are bound together in a sack tied to the end of a pole that he carries over his shoulder. Of particular interest to some of the casters nearby, is a "stick" through Ugh's nose. He claims to have taken the stick off of a dead "friend" that used a similar one to make him feel better with it.

Struggling to juggle his equipment, Ugh has been splitting his time between the free food and the nearby taverns ever since he entered the city, oblivious as usual to any points and stares that he receives from the crowd. It has been a nice break from the trail rations he normally eats.

Unless approached by someone, he keeps to himself.


Male Half-giant Ranger / 1

Snafu is used to people stopping and staring at him, but for once he finds among the tables of free food someone else has taken center stage.

Spotting Ugh ugh eating from the table he approaches and speaks to him in Orcish....

"Good food. Much beer."


"I will always strive to write better" , 25 years gaming, 20 yrs DM

lets see if this works

test map


That works for Lynx's position.

Grand Lodge

Male Elf Arcanist L1 | AC12 (16) T12 FF10 (14) | HP: 7/7 | F+1 R+2 W+2(+4) | Init+2 | Perc+7 | Reservoir: 4/4

Works for me.


Map works for me

Ugh replies the best he can with a mouth full of food"Uhuh, Good good." He swallows and continues, "who are you, I'm Ugh."


Male Half-giant Ranger / 1

Continuing in orcish and determining this is likely another half orc rather than a full orc...

"Me Snafu, Stay in woods, come for food!"

to dm

Spoiler:

Yep good map
and detect evil upon my new dinner date!!

"What you do?"

"How you carry stuff?"
Show Ugh my adventurers sash...

"I help Ugh Ugh get or backpack"


M HUMAN, MOST DAYS SOLDIER 4/DAD 4/GAMER 17/HUSBAND 7/

lynx, give me a perception check.

snafu

Spoiler:
not evil. although you do detect evil throughout the crowd infront of you. hard to pinpoint without concentrating.


Excited to have someone to talk to, "Food good, better than these." He dumps his belongings on the table. Obviously he was refering to the only food he has in his sack, stale trail rations.

"I travel. Good to travel here, good food."

After Snafu asks how he carries stuff, Ugh looks at his hands a little confused, then he realizes what he meant and says,"I can has?" He pulls some coin from one of his pouches offering it to Snafu for the sash. I was going to get one of those but I wasn't sure if it was aloud because of its source. If they are maybe Snafu and Ugh can find one in the market before we begin?

GM:
Just finishing up my character and I have a few questions. Are we supposed to pick traits? Items from core rulebook only or are other source materials acceptable.


Perception: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (20) + 8 = 28...sweet start to this campaign!


Male Half-giant Ranger / 1

"This Snafu's we find one fer Ugh Ugh, now!"

assuming we do not have to leave the map to buy a backpack or sash for ugh ugh....

DM

Spoiler:

In your game detect evil works as RAW?
Also expected evil throughout the crowd.....
Hope a quick trip to a store does not put a damper on plans.....

"Pack bread, cheese, hard meat, apples for trips"

"See I got..."
Shows Ugh, packed stuff taken from the tables

Everyone

Spoiler:

like people who take towels from the hotel!
Watch the half-orcs stock up!


Idrian arrived in town a few days ago. He's spent that time visiting friends, getting in touch with his professional contacts, and enjoying the increasing level of festivities. This afternoon, he finds himself in the town square, enjoying the free samples and celebratory environment.


Idrian's light brown eyes contrast with his dark skin that marks his shoanti human side. He wears his black hair just long enough to put it into a little ponytail at times. Idrian dresses plain without any ornamentation. However, he keeps his bow in immaculate condition and ready on a moment’s notice.


"I will always strive to write better" , 25 years gaming, 20 yrs DM

updated map

alright, check the map. is everyones locations ok? if not, tell me now, or forever be wary...


Male Half-giant Ranger / 1

I assume Snafu and Ugh would return to the same spot after getting Ugh a backpack or sash....

Spoiler:

I had to get pink ribbon for the dredd locks with you wanting to call me fu-fu for short


Good for me.


RIZZENMAGNUS, Did you get my traits question?


Male Half-giant Ranger / 1

"Ugh likes sash?"

DM

Spoiler:

Do I see any banners or holy symbols marked with the marks of Cayden Cailean?

perception
1d20 + 7 ⇒ (12) + 7 = 19


Very Proudly "Ugh, likes sash!" as he holds it out from his chest in aww. "Ugh like sash like Snafu" and he points to Snafu's sash


Patiently waiting for result of Perception check.... ;-)


"I will always strive to write better" , 25 years gaming, 20 yrs DM

snafu and ugh never left. see below for whats up. so no sash ugh
snafu

snafu:
you think you saw something earlier, but trying to find it in this crowd is almost impossible.

lynx

lynx:
your gaze passes over the cluster of wagons to the south end of the square. you're about to turn away when you spot the covering on a wagon flap, revealing a green skinned monstrousity. You’re jaw drops in shock as the last thing you see is its eyes connect with yours, and you see it slowly bring a finger to its mouth, in a shushing gesture.

Father Zantus has approached the podium. he looks confident and calm, yet a sparkle shows he is happier than a kid in a candy store. everyone knows about his passion for this holy place.

the crowd gathers close to the stage, taking seats on the chairs, some even setting their kids on stage to listen to the holy mans words. The cleric is known for his stirring sermons.

father zantus reaches into a pocket, fingering the large bulge. With his other hand he reaches out to calm the crowd. The crowd cheers louder at this, knowing that this is part of the gimmick. He waves energetically, yet the crowds roars! He pulls out his other hand, grasping something that flickers and glints in the dying light. Everyone seems to hold their breath, bracing themselves for what they know will come next…

anyone with spellcasting, make a perception check. For every 20 feet away from the stage, take a -4 penalty (-2 distance, -2 size).make a spellcraft check at teh same time. if the perception is high enough, i will take the spellcraft check and relay intel.

sorry for the delay, everything blew up at work


I am too far away to see what's going on.
I'll try to get closer to get a better look.


Male Half-giant Ranger / 1

I am so far away from the stage and only have 1 rank in spellcraft, and am turned the correct direction so unless I roll a 20

spellcraft
1d20 ⇒ 16

16 +4 that might be something

-2 for every 20 feet.....

Spoiler:

no idea if I see anything or not!

Grand Lodge

Male Elf Arcanist L1 | AC12 (16) T12 FF10 (14) | HP: 7/7 | F+1 R+2 W+2(+4) | Init+2 | Perc+7 | Reservoir: 4/4

15 ft. away from the stage.

Perception:1d20 + 10 ⇒ (6) + 10 = 16
Spellcraft:1d20 + 10 ⇒ (17) + 10 = 27


Ugh is completely oblivious to what is going on, nor does he have spellcraft. No need for me to roll. :-(


"I will always strive to write better" , 25 years gaming, 20 yrs DM

calthes:
cal, you see a strange shimmering object in the clerics hand. as the priest raises his hand above his head, you see a slight flare of orange and yellow. you've seen this before and easily recognize it; its a fireball trapped in a stasis spell.

ugh, you see food. and ale. lots of it. drink up!!!

idrian moves closer to see whats going on. check the map for new placement

i think what everyone should do is bookmark the map page. itll be easier for me to tell everyone to reference the map versus me having to type the code everytime


Lynx quickly approaches the green-skinned creature.

Grand Lodge

Male Elf Arcanist L1 | AC12 (16) T12 FF10 (14) | HP: 7/7 | F+1 R+2 W+2(+4) | Init+2 | Perc+7 | Reservoir: 4/4

Having never been Sandpoint before or partaken of this festival before, Calathes leans over to the person next to him and asks, "Why in the Nine Hells would he have a fireball trapped in stasis like that?"


Male Half-giant Ranger / 1

Snafu looks around to see if he sees any dogs, he even whistles to see if a domesticated dog might be on the loose and hanging around the festival

"Ugh you see any dog? I want feed dog this meat!"


"I will always strive to write better" , 25 years gaming, 20 yrs DM

calathes: the person sitting next to you looks at you in shock and bewilderment. fire whaaaa??? your eyes snap back and a feeling of hopelessness washes over you as you see the terrible happen...

lynx: since people are still walking up to take their seats for the final ceremony, you find your path blocked more often than not. it takes some shoving and pushing, and alot of curses directed at you, but you manage to get up to the wagon when you catch the unmistakeable smell of urine, dirt, body oder, and lamp oil.

father zantus, his arm raised, looks every bit the charasmatic priest, stirring his flock to greatness. He trembles for a moment, and then with a snap of his arm, he sends the held object flying. people oooo and ahh as it starts to change color, flickering between angry orange and blazing yellow. For what seems an eternity, the globe flys through the air, flickering and growing brighter. Then, reality snaps back in with Heat and Flame! from a light crashing noise comes a sudden conflagaration of fire and force! The mind tries to catch up as it processes one startling fact: A fireball just exploded in front of the stage!

calathes give me a reflex save.


Lynx draws his blades and starts to walk around the wagon when he hears the fireball explosion. He quickly looks around to see if he sees the green-skinned creature.

Perception: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (7) + 8 = 15...

Grand Lodge

Male Elf Arcanist L1 | AC12 (16) T12 FF10 (14) | HP: 7/7 | F+1 R+2 W+2(+4) | Init+2 | Perc+7 | Reservoir: 4/4

Reflex Save:1d20 + 3 ⇒ (14) + 3 = 17

Assuming I'm still standing...

Calathes quickly looks over the crowd to see if there are any survivors.

Heal Check:1d20 + 8 ⇒ (18) + 8 = 26

If there are survivors:
Calathes moves and Channels Positive Energy to try and stabilize any survivors 1d6 ⇒ 4

OR

No survivors:
Using my bonded item, cast Charm Person on Father Zantas, pushing the spell save DC by +1 (DC16 total) using Arcane Duelist


Male Half-giant Ranger / 1

"Ugh big fire"

Fubar grabs a couple of tables and sets up cover/concealment in case another fireball occurs

also quickdraw

Spoiler:

Bow and arrow


In the aftermath of the explosion, Idrian draws his short sword and hurries to the stage.


Ugh looks behind him quickly still quite unaware of whats going on. He shoves a piece of meat in his mouth follows by at biscuit that can't quite make it all the way in. He leaves in hanging there pressed between his lips and mumbles, "Uh oh." He grabs a javelin and Begins scanning the crowd for Enemies.

Perception 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (8) + 7 = 15


"I will always strive to write better" , 25 years gaming, 20 yrs DM

the explosion throws shrapnel and body parts all over the square. a large crater can be seen as the smoke begins to clear. people with horrible burns roll on the ground, trying to put out the burning. a quick scan shows about 30+ people laying on the ground, unmoving.

looking at the stage, most of it is enveloped in flames. ragged chuncks of wood hang by splinters. other parts of the stage are embedded into the front of the church. Most of the people who were on the stage you cannot see any of them.

calathes:
you get to your feet, having managed to hit the deck before the explosion went off. unfortunetly, the man you asked the question to, isnt so lucky. you quickly pump some healing energy into the guy, only to realize that he is missing everything below the knees.

lynx:
the blast, while not strong enough to knock you over, is enough to make you look at it momentarily. In that split second, you are knocked to the ground with a big, heavy, green thing on you, smelling like the underside of a camel. Huge tusks move up and down as you hear common come out of its mouth. ‘UH! Puny ‘uhman, make soft lan’din!.

ugh and snafu:
snafu, you stand up and are able to turn onto its side a 10foot length of table, giving you about 4 feet of cover, from floor up. Ugh, while grabbing the biscuit, the rest of the food is deposited onto your lap as it pours off from snafu’s table flip.

indrian:
given what I just described, ill allow you to change course and help the people around you, with sword out, of course


"I will always strive to write better" , 25 years gaming, 20 yrs DM

everyone roll for init!!


Initiative: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (18) + 3 = 21

Grand Lodge

Male Elf Arcanist L1 | AC12 (16) T12 FF10 (14) | HP: 7/7 | F+1 R+2 W+2(+4) | Init+2 | Perc+7 | Reservoir: 4/4

Initiative:1d20 + 2 ⇒ (19) + 2 = 21


Init: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (2) + 5 = 7
Idrian is more of the punish-the-wicked kind of guy. He'll continue towards the stage. Though I would like to make a change and have my bow out instead.


"I will always strive to write better" , 25 years gaming, 20 yrs DM

maps been updated.


1d20 + 2 ⇒ (6) + 2 = 8


M HUMAN, MOST DAYS SOLDIER 4/DAD 4/GAMER 17/HUSBAND 7/

still need snafu's init. you have until 6pm tonight and then ill put you at dead last.

green thing init...1d20 + 4 ⇒ (4) + 4 = 8


"I will always strive to write better" , 25 years gaming, 20 yrs DM

ouch...heres the lay out
lynx @21
calathes@21
ugh ugh @8
green thing @8
idrian @7

lynx, calathes, you both can react first. i doubt snafu will be able to get higher than you two.

just a recap. lynx, you got a big green thing wiht huge tusks drooling on you and talking. calathes, the dead and wounded surround you.

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