*Gets up in his face*
"Where is your hideout?"
"I'll never tell you, TRAITOR!!!"
I look a gaze promising a dark end to the remaining cultist.
"Mmmmmg."
I look quickly to RC's freaky ears, then back to the remaining cultist.
"Mmmmmm?"
*Shakes his head sadly*
"That's too bad, I was trying to save you a whole lot of pain....Now you'll have to speak to my partners"
Bluff...sort of1d20 + 7 ⇒ (7) + 7 = 14
"You joined up with this lot? You can't stop Krator, not any of you!"
The key to the Keep is in the Chest.
The one in the evil lair...yes
"WHERE IS THE JUG....er, I mean, WHERE IS THE CHEST???"
lucky7 wrote: The key to the Keep is in the Chest. This one
"The poorly locked chest? it was lost in the Kunlun Mountains ages ago!"
"And where are these 'Cunning Mountains'?"
*points* Near Ravenia, City of Hungers! But to enter would be suicide!
"Mmmmmg!"
Looks at SnowJade.
*Looks towards ravenia*
"let's go deal some judgement to krator!"
*Looks back at Darling Prettymonk. Shrugs.* "Can you tell us anything more about this City of Hungers?"
"The city is ruled by lycnathropes, and powerful undead, the unitelligent variety and goblins the lower class. It's not called the City of Hungers without good reason."
"So, what were you guys doing out here in the sticks, and what in the Everboor did you want with a bathtub?"
"Pig container. We get hungry."
*Looks like we have our new party face*
"Well shall we return these pigs and the bathtub to the villagers, perhaps someone there might know more about this ravenia place"
You head back to the villagers, who thank you and give you ther +1 Longsword they promised. They recommend going to the Order of the Torch for more knowledge on Ravenia."
*Yea I have a weapon!*
"Where is this order of the torch?"
*Well then I will head up the northern rd with the party*
For those who go: The Order's fortress is nice looking. Some paladins greet you and ask about RC's ears.
"Ah. You up for fighting cultists?"
"Yes can you aid us in removing this blight upon the land"
"Whoo-hoo! You hear that guys! Evil slay! Evil slay!"
At this point, you notice a bunch of other muscular people in armor standing around kegs of beer join in "Evil slay! Evil slay!"
*Awesome, a bunch of meat shields!*
I join in and ask for a mug o' ale "EVIL SLAY! EVIL SLAY!"
They gladly give you one "Anytime, freaky bro! EVIL SLAY! EVIL SLAY!"
I join them too. "Mmmmmmg!"
Well, as before, snorting does get a bit messy.
"Yeah! Evil Burn... I mean Evil Slay!"
Boy, I take a nap in somebody's backpack, and everybody goes jock...
Yeah, feels like we have somehow turned up in Camp LeJeune.
"OO-RA!" Oops, I mean, "Evil Slay!"
"WOO!!!" They break up the cheer and devolve into drinking games and playing "Who can smite the hardest" on captured goblins. One, smaller and supposedly weaker than the others, says "They're always like this. I grew up in Ravenia, do you want me to be your guide?"
"Yes please, About how far is it from here?"
"Mind if we rest here for the night and leave in the morning?"
"Well...is it ok to drink more and sing?"
"Absolutely. Feel free to join those morons."
*Weighs options*
"What would you suggest then?"
"Don't mind me: I'm just the weakling guide, only good for Knowledge checks and Linguistic."
"S'ok buddy, I'm just a locksmith"
"No, you're on of the Heroes!"
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