Jun 6, 2019 7:33 pm
Welcome to the combined thread, my Fellows!
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This thread will be used for Eldrog, Mercival and Willow. Others may read, but not post.Eldrog, Mercival and Willow - The Beginning
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Jun 6, 2019 9:57 pm
With an exasperated sigh, Mercival takes his seat and spends a few moments rubbing his temples. He takes a look around the cabin to appraise his fellow passengers.
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Who else is in Mercival's cabin? Jun 6, 2019 10:40 pm
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You are not in a cabin. You are riding up front with the wagoner (Mellon), on a flatbed wagon loaded with supplies bound for Seaton. :D The seat you are on is a wooden plank. He has a pillow under him.Jun 6, 2019 10:41 pm
Mercival
As the wagons once again begin to move, suddenly a large owl begins screeching and swooping by, causing the first set of horses in the train to balk and stop. The wagoner at the lead of the caravan stands up and tries to swat at it, but the owl is too deft for him and just flies back down the road, back toward Gradsul.
As the wagons once again begin to move, suddenly a large owl begins screeching and swooping by, causing the first set of horses in the train to balk and stop. The wagoner at the lead of the caravan stands up and tries to swat at it, but the owl is too deft for him and just flies back down the road, back toward Gradsul.
Jun 6, 2019 11:47 pm
For those still looking at the owl down the road, you see a small figure struggling to catch on. Finally reaching master Sales's wagon, Sorry for my tardiness master Sales, it seem I drank to much last night. If you could just point me to where I can sit, I will delay you no further."
Jun 7, 2019 12:11 am
Willow
"Sir wizard! You did make it after all! Most welcome, good sir!" Bastion says in an overly loud voice. helping you up, you find a suitable spot in the flatbed area of the wagon, amidst the supplies being transported.
"Sir wizard! You did make it after all! Most welcome, good sir!" Bastion says in an overly loud voice. helping you up, you find a suitable spot in the flatbed area of the wagon, amidst the supplies being transported.
Jun 7, 2019 12:31 am
Mercival grins at Herford, Well, good sir coachman, it seems nature herself conspires against you. Besides which it seems the Lawn Ornament's Guild has sent their representative to delay you yet further.
Mercival points at Willow as he embarks Mr Sales' wagon.
Not your day for on-time delivery, it would seem.
Mercival points at Willow as he embarks Mr Sales' wagon.
Not your day for on-time delivery, it would seem.
Jun 7, 2019 2:05 am
Ket_Onwall says:
MercivalAs the wagons once again begin to move, suddenly a large owl begins screeching and swooping by, causing the first set of horses in the train to balk and stop. The wagoner at the lead of the caravan stands up and tries to swat at it, but the owl is too deft for him and just flies back down the road, back toward Gradsul.
He swings the crossbow around, aims and just as he is about to fire, the Owl flies to a small little Gnome who is being helped up onto one of the wagons. Eldrog pulls his finger away from the trigger, removes the bolt and eases the string back to rest position.
"Seems the other wagons have a few employees who are unable to wake up on time. Lets hope they do not delay us further."
Eldrog replaces the crossbow to where he had it, turns and checks the surrounding area for any more surprises.
Jun 7, 2019 2:17 am
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Riding on an uncushioned plank surrounded by sundries with naught but a curt wagoneer for company is making Mercival uncomfortable so while the wagon is stopped he's going to see which wagon looks the most comfy and try to talk his way onto that one. Rolls
Charisma (Persuasion) - (1d20+5)
(6) + 5 = 11
Jun 7, 2019 3:35 am
Willow mentally connects with Canterfree for a moment, "Fly high and keep watch my friend, tell me if you see something ahead..."
Jun 7, 2019 4:17 pm
Mercival
Walking up and down the wagon train, they all seem to be filled to capacity with goods, men or both. The second wagon is the one the gnome climbed into, and there you can see a crossbow-wielding dwarf along with a rather boisterous wagoner who hails the gnome as 'Sir Wizard'.
"Greetings, your most holiness!" he answers to your request. "Bastion Sales, purveyor of fine mining equipment at your service. I've really not room for much more in my luxurious transport, but you are free to join my corporate mage in the back, if you like. Free of cost, of course. These men are in my employ and so entitled to food and drink, but I am afraid i did not plan for more."
Pausing to look over his shoulder at Mellon behind him, he whispers to you over-loudly "But I can assure you a much more pleasant trip." as he tips his cap to the red-haired sourpuss.
Walking up and down the wagon train, they all seem to be filled to capacity with goods, men or both. The second wagon is the one the gnome climbed into, and there you can see a crossbow-wielding dwarf along with a rather boisterous wagoner who hails the gnome as 'Sir Wizard'.
"Greetings, your most holiness!" he answers to your request. "Bastion Sales, purveyor of fine mining equipment at your service. I've really not room for much more in my luxurious transport, but you are free to join my corporate mage in the back, if you like. Free of cost, of course. These men are in my employ and so entitled to food and drink, but I am afraid i did not plan for more."
Pausing to look over his shoulder at Mellon behind him, he whispers to you over-loudly "But I can assure you a much more pleasant trip." as he tips his cap to the red-haired sourpuss.
Jun 7, 2019 6:08 pm
Ah, finally a gentleman interlocutor, says Mercival as he climbs aboard the coach.
Mercival jabs a thumb towards Herford Mellon, Witty banter is fun for only so long when one's opponent is unarmed.
But I jest. Rao blesses your generous spirit, good sir.
Mercival traces a heart symbol in front of him with two fingers.
I am Mercival and some also call me The Voice of Rao. It is my great pleasure to aquaint myself with so noble a personage as yourself, Bastion Sales. Did you know that in my faith, Bastion is the name of one of our holiest saints? Bastion the Twice-Martyred they call him. Were he here to see your hospitality towards a humble man of the cloth he would surely call you blessed among men.
Mercival jabs a thumb towards Herford Mellon, Witty banter is fun for only so long when one's opponent is unarmed.
But I jest. Rao blesses your generous spirit, good sir.
Mercival traces a heart symbol in front of him with two fingers.
I am Mercival and some also call me The Voice of Rao. It is my great pleasure to aquaint myself with so noble a personage as yourself, Bastion Sales. Did you know that in my faith, Bastion is the name of one of our holiest saints? Bastion the Twice-Martyred they call him. Were he here to see your hospitality towards a humble man of the cloth he would surely call you blessed among men.
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Jun 9, 2019 4:23 am
So, a wizard are you? And you, sir dwarf? I don't imagine you're a finger-waggler as well, you look a little well armed and armored for that. Mercenaries then? Mr Sales, I may have work for some good mercenaries once we reach Seaton, provided you won't be requiring their services any longer at that point.
Mercival looks over Willow and Eldrog. What say you two then? Might I retain your services once we reach Seaton?
Mercival looks over Willow and Eldrog. What say you two then? Might I retain your services once we reach Seaton?
Jun 9, 2019 1:22 pm
"Good Sir, while your intentions may be honorable and the words from your mouth true, I will not discuss future employment at this time. As I have just come into this fine Merchants service, I will not take a chance of my actions coming into question if we gete into trouble and I help one over the other. Once we reach our destination, if your are still inclined to extend the offer, we may then discuss terms. Until that time, I wish my attention to be for the task at hand."
Eldrog nods at this new gentlemen and goes back to keeping watch.
Eldrog nods at this new gentlemen and goes back to keeping watch.
Jun 10, 2019 7:29 pm
Mercival's smile fades as he listens to Eldrog.
And you, sir gnome? A wise man knows what road he will take once he comes to the end of the one he currently walks. Are you wiser than your dwarven associate here?
And you, sir gnome? A wise man knows what road he will take once he comes to the end of the one he currently walks. Are you wiser than your dwarven associate here?
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Jun 10, 2019 11:28 pm
"For now, I am simply happy to have the chance to visit different towns, learning of their history first hand from those who live there. Maybe one day, I will feel knowledgeable enough to write a history book myself. How about you good sir, what brings you on the roads?"
Jun 11, 2019 1:32 am
An amateur historian? How quaint. We shall have to discuss Veluna sometime.
As for myself, I am on a mission from the Archclericy, though more than that I'm not at liberty to say. Not all see the light of reason, sadly, and His Grace, the Canon, has many enemies at home and abroad. Suffice it to say, however, that is why I require the service of a few souls skilled in the application of force.
Not that violence should be required, mind, the presence of bodyguards would merely be necessary to dissuade hostility. Perhaps it's just as well you're not interested, sir gnome, you are not the most intimidating specimen I've seen. In any case, it's a long journey, we may as well introduce ourselves so I needn't continue calling you sir gnome and sir dwarf. It's your turn if I'm not mistaken.
As for myself, I am on a mission from the Archclericy, though more than that I'm not at liberty to say. Not all see the light of reason, sadly, and His Grace, the Canon, has many enemies at home and abroad. Suffice it to say, however, that is why I require the service of a few souls skilled in the application of force.
Not that violence should be required, mind, the presence of bodyguards would merely be necessary to dissuade hostility. Perhaps it's just as well you're not interested, sir gnome, you are not the most intimidating specimen I've seen. In any case, it's a long journey, we may as well introduce ourselves so I needn't continue calling you sir gnome and sir dwarf. It's your turn if I'm not mistaken.
Jun 11, 2019 3:43 am
Offering his hand , "My name is Willow Ufgood," Pointing at the owl flying slightly ahead of them, "and that is Canterfree, my familiar."
Jun 11, 2019 4:04 am
Mercival cranes his neck to glance at the owl and bursts out laughing. So it's your creature that vexes the coachman so! Good, good, that sour-faced curmudgeon could benefit from a little prodding. So, Willow, what do you know of this place we now travel toward? I must confess this is my first time visiting this kingdom and every place I go is new to me.
Jun 11, 2019 1:27 pm
Eldrog, Mercival, and Willow
The first day is a warm one, with the breeze continuing throughout the day, pushing clouds across the sky in random patterns until the dark oranges and purples signal the setting of the sun beyond the horizon. The wagoners find a suitable stop to stop for the evening, and by the time the sun has fully set the animals have been unhitched, cared for and a trio of large campfires lit.
Two of the wagons, besides yours, have men-at-arms as well, a total of 5 including Eldrog and Willow. The night promises to be cool, though the wind lessens, and while Luna and Celene both shed some light (Luna near-full, while Celene - The Handmaiden - is slightly more than a sliver) the cloud cover increases making the night darker.
The first day is a warm one, with the breeze continuing throughout the day, pushing clouds across the sky in random patterns until the dark oranges and purples signal the setting of the sun beyond the horizon. The wagoners find a suitable stop to stop for the evening, and by the time the sun has fully set the animals have been unhitched, cared for and a trio of large campfires lit.
Two of the wagons, besides yours, have men-at-arms as well, a total of 5 including Eldrog and Willow. The night promises to be cool, though the wind lessens, and while Luna and Celene both shed some light (Luna near-full, while Celene - The Handmaiden - is slightly more than a sliver) the cloud cover increases making the night darker.
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Perception checks for everyone as you bed down for the night, please.Jun 11, 2019 1:39 pm
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perception checks for Willow and Canterfree. Canterfree has advantage because of Keen Hearing and Sight.[ +- ] Keen Hearing and Sight
Keen Hearing and Sight. The owl has advantage on Wisdom (Perception) checks that rely on hearing or sight.
Rolls
perception (Willow) - (1d20)
(17) = 17
perception w/ advantage (Canterfree) - (1d20+3, 1d20+3)
1d20+3 : (13) + 3 = 16
1d20+3 : (18) + 3 = 21
Jun 11, 2019 3:50 pm
Ferdy says:
Mercival's smile fades as he listens to Eldrog.And you, sir gnome? A wise man knows what road he will take once he comes to the end of the one he currently walks. Are you wiser than your dwarven associate here?
Ferdy says:
An amateur historian? How quaint. We shall have to discuss Veluna sometime.As for myself, I am on a mission from the Archclericy, though more than that I'm not at liberty to say. Not all see the light of reason, sadly, and His Grace, the Canon, has many enemies at home and abroad. Suffice it to say, however, that is why I require the service of a few souls skilled in the application of force.
Not that violence should be required, mind, the presence of bodyguards would merely be necessary to dissuade hostility. Perhaps it's just as well you're not interested, sir gnome, you are not the most intimidating specimen I've seen. In any case, it's a long journey, we may as well introduce ourselves so I needn't continue calling you sir gnome and sir dwarf. It's your turn if I'm not mistaken.
As the days carriers on, Eldrog continues his duties. When they stop for the night, Eldrog walks the perimeter of their camp and clears away any low lying brush that could mask somethings approach. He then lays down his bed roll and gets ready for the night. Speaking with the other guards, he offers to take the mid watch.
Rolls
Perception - (1d20)
(7) = 7
Jun 11, 2019 7:25 pm
Eldrog, Mercival and Willow
The night passes in relative quiet, though at one point Canterfree notes that the guards on watch are a bit uneasy with the forest sounds coming in the night. While the company of others can be calming, the pitch blackness that is the interior of the Dreadwood can break the will of the stoutest heart, and tonight the fell beasts seem to be out in force.
Be that as it may, the night passes without incident and in the morning the camp breaks and just after sunrise you find yourselves on day two of your trip. The sky remains overcast, more that had been the previous day, but the weather holds until you reach the small fishing town of Sanduchar toward the end of the day. The city of 5,000 is walled, and has a small port where no more than three ocean-capable vessels can dock. Numerous fishing boats line the northern piers, however, and a pair of large warehouses dominate that district.
Passing through the open gates, the wagoners pull themselves into a stable area. The first wagon, led by a man you have come to know as William Gaines, looks to be unloading as well loading goods. The rest, however, merely make arrangements to park their wagons until it is time to be off once again.
The last wagoner, Herford Mellon, slowly walks past your wagon and all but stares a hole in Mercival's chest before turning and walking into town. "Good day to you, too, sir Mellon!" Bastion calls out, hopping off of the wagon. "The night is yours, fellows! First light we make for Seaton. Try not to get scooped up by the Hands!" he says as he, too, heads into the city proper.
The night passes in relative quiet, though at one point Canterfree notes that the guards on watch are a bit uneasy with the forest sounds coming in the night. While the company of others can be calming, the pitch blackness that is the interior of the Dreadwood can break the will of the stoutest heart, and tonight the fell beasts seem to be out in force.
Be that as it may, the night passes without incident and in the morning the camp breaks and just after sunrise you find yourselves on day two of your trip. The sky remains overcast, more that had been the previous day, but the weather holds until you reach the small fishing town of Sanduchar toward the end of the day. The city of 5,000 is walled, and has a small port where no more than three ocean-capable vessels can dock. Numerous fishing boats line the northern piers, however, and a pair of large warehouses dominate that district.
Passing through the open gates, the wagoners pull themselves into a stable area. The first wagon, led by a man you have come to know as William Gaines, looks to be unloading as well loading goods. The rest, however, merely make arrangements to park their wagons until it is time to be off once again.
The last wagoner, Herford Mellon, slowly walks past your wagon and all but stares a hole in Mercival's chest before turning and walking into town. "Good day to you, too, sir Mellon!" Bastion calls out, hopping off of the wagon. "The night is yours, fellows! First light we make for Seaton. Try not to get scooped up by the Hands!" he says as he, too, heads into the city proper.
Jun 12, 2019 2:44 am
Mercival ambles over to William, Sir Gaines, isn't it? Do you happen to know anything about these "Hands" Bastion was speaking of? Was he being serious? I must confess I'm a visitor to your fair kingdom and am not very familiar with local affairs.
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Jun 12, 2019 2:16 pm
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If you have not read the OOC forum, deadpool_qc will be leaving the game. :/ He was hit with a life-smack and needs some time to recover. I'll be soliciting a new player to replace Willow, and will be writing Willow out of the game for now.Jun 12, 2019 3:40 pm
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Hope all turns out ok.I will be going to have a good hearty supper, I will return afterwards and spend the night with the wagon.
Eldrog starts walking away and stops a local resident. Excuse me, could you point me in the direction of a tavern that serves a great meal or at least a very good one?
Jun 12, 2019 9:15 pm
Mercival
William Gaines, an aging, common-looking man with peppered brown hair pulled up under a loose cloth cap, turns to face you. In his youth he must have had severe acne, as his sun-dried face is now pock marked and covered in sweat. He stops pulling a sack of grain from the back of his wagon and wipes his face with a cloth.
"Aye, yer lerdship, th Silent Hands 'r' a group yer not werntin' ta be knowin'. Cutthorts th' lot o' 'em, sooner take yer liver as ta speak wit' yer. Rogues n ruffians th' lot o' erm." he says, his nasally voice whistling as he speaks. Pausing to see if you have anything further, he once again begins to tug at the sack of grain.
William Gaines, an aging, common-looking man with peppered brown hair pulled up under a loose cloth cap, turns to face you. In his youth he must have had severe acne, as his sun-dried face is now pock marked and covered in sweat. He stops pulling a sack of grain from the back of his wagon and wipes his face with a cloth.
"Aye, yer lerdship, th Silent Hands 'r' a group yer not werntin' ta be knowin'. Cutthorts th' lot o' 'em, sooner take yer liver as ta speak wit' yer. Rogues n ruffians th' lot o' erm." he says, his nasally voice whistling as he speaks. Pausing to see if you have anything further, he once again begins to tug at the sack of grain.
Jun 12, 2019 9:18 pm
Eldrog
The man you stop looks to be a warehouse worker of some sort, engaged with your and other wagons as they load and unload goods from the large building near where you all stopped. He nods in greeting, pointing toward town "Prolly wanna see Barristers. My fav'rt place, any who. Good food, good drink, good gaming. All a feller could be wantin'."
The man you stop looks to be a warehouse worker of some sort, engaged with your and other wagons as they load and unload goods from the large building near where you all stopped. He nods in greeting, pointing toward town "Prolly wanna see Barristers. My fav'rt place, any who. Good food, good drink, good gaming. All a feller could be wantin'."
Jun 12, 2019 11:22 pm
Ket_Onwall says:
"Aye, yer lerdship, th Silent Hands 'r' a group yer not werntin' ta be knowin'. Cutthorts th' lot o' 'em, sooner take yer liver as ta speak wit' yer. Rogues n ruffians th' lot o' erm." he says, his nasally voice whistling as he speaks. Pausing to see if you have anything further, he once again begins to tug at the sack of grain.Mercival leans in close to William and affects a sad, concerned expression, The Sea Princes have been raiding coastal villages and leaving many orphans among the simple fisherfolk. My church wishes to establish an orphanage there and your help could mean that fewer orphans will go hungry. So when I say the gods will look kindly upon your virtue should you help me, tis no mere conjecture, I know it to be true!
Rolls
Deception (Charisma) Check - (1d20+5)
(18) + 5 = 23
Jun 13, 2019 5:11 pm
Mercival
The man stops once again, a bit of a grimace on his face at being interrupted yet again. "Plenty o' goods nerdin' th' sellin' tween heres n theres." Gaines replies. "Like here, see, I'r be gettin seed fer th' horses 'n' th' like. Plenty need or that, right? So's fer yer eminernces notin', p'raps yer good wit' ther smithin'. Hear there's good smithin' there but more work'n workers, eh?"
The man stops once again, a bit of a grimace on his face at being interrupted yet again. "Plenty o' goods nerdin' th' sellin' tween heres n theres." Gaines replies. "Like here, see, I'r be gettin seed fer th' horses 'n' th' like. Plenty need or that, right? So's fer yer eminernces notin', p'raps yer good wit' ther smithin'. Hear there's good smithin' there but more work'n workers, eh?"
Jun 13, 2019 5:22 pm
Mercival grimaces as if he had just caught scent of something foul in reaction to the man's atrocious broken common. Yes... well, thank you good sir Gaines... I believe you've just been helpful to me despite yourself. I'll leave you to your labors, then.
Mercival wanders off and tries to find a smithy. Along the way, Mercival thinks back to the days when he was a filth-covered laborer and wonders how others may have perceived him back then. Never again... he vows under his breath.
Mercival wanders off and tries to find a smithy. Along the way, Mercival thinks back to the days when he was a filth-covered laborer and wonders how others may have perceived him back then. Never again... he vows under his breath.
Jun 13, 2019 5:26 pm
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Investigation for your actively searching out a smithy (or other places of business)Jun 13, 2019 5:28 pm
Investigation check
Mercival's goal is finding a smithy that specializes in cheap, mass produced work-related goods like iron nails for fishing boats and horseshoes and the like.
Mercival's goal is finding a smithy that specializes in cheap, mass produced work-related goods like iron nails for fishing boats and horseshoes and the like.
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Rolls
Investigating (Intelligence) Check - (1d20)
(20) = 20
Jun 13, 2019 6:12 pm
Ket_Onwall says:
EldrogThe man you stop looks to be a warehouse worker of some sort, engaged with your and other wagons as they load and unload goods from the large building near where you all stopped. He nods in greeting, pointing toward town "Prolly wanna see Barristers. My fav'rt place, any who. Good food, good drink, good gaming. All a feller could be wantin'."
When he finally arrives, he steps inside quietly and has a good look around. Checking to see the exits and the type of crowd present. After a moment of watching, he will look for either a corner table or a place at the bar to watch the majority of the room.
"Barkeep, I would like a tankard of your finest ale and a nice plate of you specialty please."
Rolls
Perception walking in town - (1d20)
(10) = 10
Perception inside the Barristers - (1d20)
(2) = 2
Jun 13, 2019 6:25 pm
Eldrog
The town seems similar to other towns of its size, with townsfolk going about their daily business, the watch on patrol in groups of three of four men - all bearing the Keoish insignia on their armor or shield - and merchants conducting business both in and out of their establishments.
Barristers seems to be a rowdy tavern, crowded, with folks of all sort making up the clientele. You are able to find a spot at the bar, as all tables are already occupied. One area off to the left appears to be corded off, with various bouts of gambling going on. Cards, dice, darts, all being used by patrons as ways of making or losing their hard-earned coin.
On the far side of the room, away from the bar, a low stage has been set up and there is a young girl performing some sort of a stomping dance while a pair of minstrels drum and lyre in time. The tavern is loud, a vast difference from the quiet of the road and it takes a few minutes for you to adjust to the smoky air and thrumming noise.
The barkeep acknowledges you, his face a mass of thick, weed-like hair that hangs from his nose to his belly, completely hiding his mouth. His head, however, is shaven, and almost completely covered in tattoos. His arms, like his head, are heavily tattooed as well. After a few moments wait, a foaming mug of ale and heaping plate of stew appear before you.
The town seems similar to other towns of its size, with townsfolk going about their daily business, the watch on patrol in groups of three of four men - all bearing the Keoish insignia on their armor or shield - and merchants conducting business both in and out of their establishments.
Barristers seems to be a rowdy tavern, crowded, with folks of all sort making up the clientele. You are able to find a spot at the bar, as all tables are already occupied. One area off to the left appears to be corded off, with various bouts of gambling going on. Cards, dice, darts, all being used by patrons as ways of making or losing their hard-earned coin.
On the far side of the room, away from the bar, a low stage has been set up and there is a young girl performing some sort of a stomping dance while a pair of minstrels drum and lyre in time. The tavern is loud, a vast difference from the quiet of the road and it takes a few minutes for you to adjust to the smoky air and thrumming noise.
The barkeep acknowledges you, his face a mass of thick, weed-like hair that hangs from his nose to his belly, completely hiding his mouth. His head, however, is shaven, and almost completely covered in tattoos. His arms, like his head, are heavily tattooed as well. After a few moments wait, a foaming mug of ale and heaping plate of stew appear before you.
Jun 16, 2019 4:14 pm
Eldrog takes a little time and enjoys his food and drink. After he finishes eating the stew, he remains for a short while milking his drink and watching the crowd.
After finishing, he turns towards the barkeep "So what do I owe you for this delicious meal good sir?"Getting up from his seat, he takes a casual stroll back to the wagons. He stops infrequently as he progresses checking out shops and stands along the way. As he looks at the shops, he will look back the way he has come to see if he is being followed.
Either way, eh heads back to the wagon, sets up his bedroll underneath and keeps watch until it is time for sleep.
After finishing, he turns towards the barkeep "So what do I owe you for this delicious meal good sir?"
OOC:
Eldrog will pay his tab and leave a 2 copper tipEither way, eh heads back to the wagon, sets up his bedroll underneath and keeps watch until it is time for sleep.
Rolls
Perception to see if followed - (1d20)
(5) = 5
Jun 19, 2019 8:01 pm
MercivalYou wander around the town for a bit, checking out the various shops and mercantile as you search for a smithy meeting your needs. Most seem to be in the business of providing gear suited to wagons, farming or the towns guard, but you eventually come to a smith that has heaps of nails, large hooks, spear tips and other such items piled about.
The anvil is fairly large, but more impressive is the huge bellows at the back, where a pair of you apprentices leap up to pull it down, release it, then leap yet again, forcing blasts of air into the area. From outside you can feel the heat, as a thick dwarf works a chain pulley, causing a kiln to tip over and dump its liquefied metal onto several metal trays lying along the flat of the anvil itself. Quickly the metal pours over the area, as he smooths away the excess with a metal trawl, the droppings getting caught in grooves that run along its sides.
Satisfied with what he sees, he finally looks up to see you there, and he gives you an acknowledging nod of the head. Walking over, hew removes a pair of worn, leather gloves and wipes his hands on his smock.
"G'day t' tinz, priest. What'r ya be needin' this fine day? Best o' the city, so yinz come t' the right place for sure." he says, his dwarf accent thicker than his waistline.
"Oy be Hilgo; Hilgo Bandylegs. Yinz got a title for yinszself, sir?"
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Well crap! I know I posted a response to your search.... but it ain't here.. :/The anvil is fairly large, but more impressive is the huge bellows at the back, where a pair of you apprentices leap up to pull it down, release it, then leap yet again, forcing blasts of air into the area. From outside you can feel the heat, as a thick dwarf works a chain pulley, causing a kiln to tip over and dump its liquefied metal onto several metal trays lying along the flat of the anvil itself. Quickly the metal pours over the area, as he smooths away the excess with a metal trawl, the droppings getting caught in grooves that run along its sides.
Satisfied with what he sees, he finally looks up to see you there, and he gives you an acknowledging nod of the head. Walking over, hew removes a pair of worn, leather gloves and wipes his hands on his smock.
"G'day t' tinz, priest. What'r ya be needin' this fine day? Best o' the city, so yinz come t' the right place for sure." he says, his dwarf accent thicker than his waistline.
"Oy be Hilgo; Hilgo Bandylegs. Yinz got a title for yinszself, sir?"
Jun 19, 2019 8:03 pm
Eldrog
Everything seems in order,a s you take a final look around the wagons and supplies that you have been contracted to guard. With a final eye, you settle in for the night.
Everything seems in order,a s you take a final look around the wagons and supplies that you have been contracted to guard. With a final eye, you settle in for the night.
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After Mercival is done, I'll continue your thread.Jun 19, 2019 10:43 pm
Mercival palms a bit of fleece as he walks in and casts Minor Illusion to create a very faint sound of angelic chanting that follows him around. Once Hilgo acknowledges him, he responds with a graceful bow, Master Bandylegs, it is my great pleasure to make the aquaintance of a fine artisan such as yourself. I am Mercival, sometimes called The Voice of Rao. It has come to my church's attention that recent troubles along these coastal lands have led to much suffering and death from Sea Princes, pirates, and unholy abominations from the depths. As is always the case, it is the children who suffer most, sadly they have an excess of capacity for it.
A single tear rolls down Mercival's cheek as he mentions the suffering children.
Thus as part of our outreach, we seek to assuage this suffering by providing those children in Seaton orphaned by the chaos a place to be safe, fed, and cared for. I require crates of iron nails enough to construct the building, tools, hinges, that sort of thing.
I know that you have a business to run, good Master Bandylegs, but I've limited gold and whatever discount you could provide would mean more food for starving children. I'm certain they would keep you in their prayers every day were you to bless our endeavor with a virtuous price.
Mercival goes on to describe how much space is available in William Gaine's wagon and get prices on creates of goods enough to fill that space.
A single tear rolls down Mercival's cheek as he mentions the suffering children.
Thus as part of our outreach, we seek to assuage this suffering by providing those children in Seaton orphaned by the chaos a place to be safe, fed, and cared for. I require crates of iron nails enough to construct the building, tools, hinges, that sort of thing.
I know that you have a business to run, good Master Bandylegs, but I've limited gold and whatever discount you could provide would mean more food for starving children. I'm certain they would keep you in their prayers every day were you to bless our endeavor with a virtuous price.
Mercival goes on to describe how much space is available in William Gaine's wagon and get prices on creates of goods enough to fill that space.
OOC:
Not sure if this is persuasion or deception but the modifier is the same so take your pick. Rolls
Persuasion/Deception Check - (1d20+5)
(12) + 5 = 17
Jun 21, 2019 1:08 am
Mercival
Hilgo rubs his chin in thought, eyeing you intently as he ponders your proposal. "Oy, I'm uff concern for th' pebbles what be forced ta be livin' wit'out thar kin, that be for shore." he says, a slight grin. "Hows many buildins ya be makin' for th' orphanes? Figger it be near 12,000 nail per buildin', what take 'round 800 a pound, makin' it some 15 pound per buildin'."
Pausing, he then says "Metal ain't cheap, priest, as I'm shore ya kin figger. Normal price be 10 silver 5, a pound, which give a total cost o' round 16 gold for the lot. Course, that's fore th' priestly discount we be havin' now. Say, half-off the lot?"
Hilgo rubs his chin in thought, eyeing you intently as he ponders your proposal. "Oy, I'm uff concern for th' pebbles what be forced ta be livin' wit'out thar kin, that be for shore." he says, a slight grin. "Hows many buildins ya be makin' for th' orphanes? Figger it be near 12,000 nail per buildin', what take 'round 800 a pound, makin' it some 15 pound per buildin'."
Pausing, he then says "Metal ain't cheap, priest, as I'm shore ya kin figger. Normal price be 10 silver 5, a pound, which give a total cost o' round 16 gold for the lot. Course, that's fore th' priestly discount we be havin' now. Say, half-off the lot?"
Jun 21, 2019 2:12 am
Mercival smiles and bows and makes superficially religious-seeming gestures toward the dwarf, The Lord of Peace blesses you and your business! We shall name a building after you to commemorate your generosity, sweet child of the light! The Hilgo Bandylegs Schoolhouse for Underprivileged Aspiring Forgeworkers!
Mercival counts out 8 gold lions and 1 silver hawk to give to Hilgo, and one extra hawk so that I may borrow one of your apprentices for a short time, sadly I've not been blessed with strength enough to carry crates filled with iron! I shall require assistance to bring these to the caravansary where my party's wagons are kept and load them.
Mercival counts out 8 gold lions and 1 silver hawk to give to Hilgo, and one extra hawk so that I may borrow one of your apprentices for a short time, sadly I've not been blessed with strength enough to carry crates filled with iron! I shall require assistance to bring these to the caravansary where my party's wagons are kept and load them.
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Jun 21, 2019 2:36 pm
Mercival
"The bargain be struck!", the dwarf says, spitting into his hand and reaching it toward you.
"The bargain be struck!", the dwarf says, spitting into his hand and reaching it toward you.
Jun 21, 2019 6:38 pm
Mercival looks a little taken aback by the gesture but recovers himself and hesitantly shakes Hilgo's hand while trying not to grimace at the thought of touching dwarf spit.
A- as you say, Master Bandylegs...
Mercival directs the nearest apprentice to pick up the goods and follow.
I shall not require your apprentice for long.
Mercival leads the apprentice back to the wagons. If the container(s) are small enough to not be in the way, Mercival will just stow them on Bastion Sales coach where he can keep an eye on it. Otherwise he'll have it loaded onto William Gaine's wagon.
A- as you say, Master Bandylegs...
Mercival directs the nearest apprentice to pick up the goods and follow.
I shall not require your apprentice for long.
Mercival leads the apprentice back to the wagons. If the container(s) are small enough to not be in the way, Mercival will just stow them on Bastion Sales coach where he can keep an eye on it. Otherwise he'll have it loaded onto William Gaine's wagon.
Jun 21, 2019 7:40 pm
The young lad sent to help you is strong, though not what you would think is very strong, and he wobbles and weaves as he carries the bulky materials. It is not so much the weight as the volume of the stuff, all set into a rather sizable barrel. Eventually, with a couple of rests in between, you make it back to the wagons, where Bastion indicates that only his goods are to be part of his wagon.
Though he grimaces at you, Gaines agrees to let you store your "worthless" nails on his.
Though he grimaces at you, Gaines agrees to let you store your "worthless" nails on his.
Jun 21, 2019 9:25 pm
You're dismissed, off you go, says Mercival to the apprentice as he makes a shooing motion with his hands. Mercival rubs his hands together in anticipation of profit upon selling the nails to a shipwright in Seaton.
Mercival spends the rest of this time napping in Bastion's coach and snoring rather loudly.
Mercival spends the rest of this time napping in Bastion's coach and snoring rather loudly.
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Jun 24, 2019 5:17 pm
Moonday, 3 Planting 591CY
Your tasks for the evening completed, food and drink warming your bellies, you settle in for a quiet night's rest. In the safe confines of the Sanduchar walls, you quickly doze, only to be bothered almost immediately by the rising sun. The wagoners are already up and about, making themselves ready to depart once the gates open.
The clouds are gathering overhead, giving a hint that rain might come, and the thrumming of tree frogs is still loud in the early light.
"Good day, fellow travelers!" a cheerful Bastion greets you as he checks over the supplies in his wagon. "Pray the weather holds, and we should be in Seaton in a couple of days! Exciting times indeed! I hear the port is second to none, and I cannot wait to set up trade there."
"I am going to eat breakfast. Join me?" he asks, turning and departing without waiting for an answer.
Your tasks for the evening completed, food and drink warming your bellies, you settle in for a quiet night's rest. In the safe confines of the Sanduchar walls, you quickly doze, only to be bothered almost immediately by the rising sun. The wagoners are already up and about, making themselves ready to depart once the gates open.
The clouds are gathering overhead, giving a hint that rain might come, and the thrumming of tree frogs is still loud in the early light.
"Good day, fellow travelers!" a cheerful Bastion greets you as he checks over the supplies in his wagon. "Pray the weather holds, and we should be in Seaton in a couple of days! Exciting times indeed! I hear the port is second to none, and I cannot wait to set up trade there."
"I am going to eat breakfast. Join me?" he asks, turning and departing without waiting for an answer.
Jun 24, 2019 5:22 pm
At the first sounds of morning, Eldrog is up and stowing his gear. He takes a long look around from where the wagons are until he feels comfortable. Shortly after, the wagoners are arriving and checking their wares and conditions of the wagons.
Why yes, I believe I will join you for breakfast before suffering trail rations today. He gives a smile and follows Bastion off to get breakfast.
Why yes, I believe I will join you for breakfast before suffering trail rations today. He gives a smile and follows Bastion off to get breakfast.
Jun 24, 2019 5:42 pm
Mercival continues snoring loudly in Bastion's coach until the word "breakfast" pierces his reverie. Waking with a start, he pokes his head out of the wagon and sees Bastion walking away.
Ah, just a moment good sir! Mercival nearly trips on his way out of the coach to hurriedly catch up with Bastion.
You did say breakfast, did you not? I shall be delighted to join you and break my fast with some morning victuals. I've spent too long in coarser company recently to permit such an opportunity to pass me by. Like that unctuous addle-pate of a church brother that hosted me in Gradsul. He had the gall to insinuate that I were some sort of... profligate voluptuary... or some such nonsense! Mercival throws his hands up as if the mere notion were completely exasperating.
Ah, just a moment good sir! Mercival nearly trips on his way out of the coach to hurriedly catch up with Bastion.
You did say breakfast, did you not? I shall be delighted to join you and break my fast with some morning victuals. I've spent too long in coarser company recently to permit such an opportunity to pass me by. Like that unctuous addle-pate of a church brother that hosted me in Gradsul. He had the gall to insinuate that I were some sort of... profligate voluptuary... or some such nonsense! Mercival throws his hands up as if the mere notion were completely exasperating.
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Jun 24, 2019 9:10 pm
Mercival and Eldrog
Bastion stops quickly, looking back at Mercival as he runs to join him and Eldrog. Looking at his dwarf man-at-arms, he whispers "Translate?" before smiling and half-waving to the priest. Turning slowly, he once again heads toward an eatery.
Bastion stops quickly, looking back at Mercival as he runs to join him and Eldrog. Looking at his dwarf man-at-arms, he whispers "Translate?" before smiling and half-waving to the priest. Turning slowly, he once again heads toward an eatery.
Jun 24, 2019 9:31 pm
Eldrog smiles at his employer and whispers back. "Like to be pampered I believe. Like one of those High Bred ladies."
Eldrog laughs and continues to walk towards the eatery.
Eldrog laughs and continues to walk towards the eatery.
OOC:
Ok, I really do not know what it means and I decided not to google but, the way he has been playing his character, I took a guess.Jun 24, 2019 10:06 pm
Mercival and Eldrog
Leading the way, Eldrog notes that Bastion leads you passed Barrister's Digs to the building next door, Feather's House. Entering, he finds a table and hails a server. "Three full breakfasts, please. With coffee, strong, mine with a hint of cinnamon. Pork, not beef, and extra creamy butter." he rips off quickly.
Before anyone can speak, he adds "Oh! have you any drake tail? Is it even that season? If not, goat milk instead, please."
Leading the way, Eldrog notes that Bastion leads you passed Barrister's Digs to the building next door, Feather's House. Entering, he finds a table and hails a server. "Three full breakfasts, please. With coffee, strong, mine with a hint of cinnamon. Pork, not beef, and extra creamy butter." he rips off quickly.
Before anyone can speak, he adds "Oh! have you any drake tail? Is it even that season? If not, goat milk instead, please."
Jun 25, 2019 1:48 am
Mercival looks at Bastion, apparently impressed, before clapping him on the shoulder, A gentleman of refined tastes! We shall get along just fine, you and I! I find drake tail a bit gamey, tastes a bit like chicken just chewier and with a flavor that lingers on the palate. Not particularly to my taste.
Oh and in lieu of coffee, might I have some cardamon tea? You do have that in this kingdom don't you?
Oh and in lieu of coffee, might I have some cardamon tea? You do have that in this kingdom don't you?
Jun 26, 2019 10:10 pm
Mercival
Kardm... karadom... what tea, sire? the server looks at you quizzically, her hair already falling from its ribbons though it is early yet. She then adds "Not sure 'bout no teas like that, but grey an' black we got for sure, if his lordship would like."
Turning to Eldrog, she adds "And you, sir dwarf? Somethin' to fill your belly as well?"
Kardm... karadom... what tea, sire? the server looks at you quizzically, her hair already falling from its ribbons though it is early yet. She then adds "Not sure 'bout no teas like that, but grey an' black we got for sure, if his lordship would like."
Turning to Eldrog, she adds "And you, sir dwarf? Somethin' to fill your belly as well?"
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Sorry for my slowness this week. Work has been pretty busy, and my normal lunch time gaming has been interrupted. :/Jun 26, 2019 10:56 pm
Mercival looks disappointed. No I don't suppose you would have cardamon, it comes from an arid climate and this kingdom so far seems decidedly... moist... Mercival rubs his chin. Well I suppose a black tea goes well with breakfast, I shall have that! With some lemon zest should you have some handy.
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No worries, I'm in no particular rush. I might be a bit busy this upcoming week anyway. Last edited June 26, 2019 10:56 pm
Jun 27, 2019 12:39 am
I have to keep my wits today. Strong coffee for me in addition to a full breakfast. Extra bacon of course.
Eldrog looks around the room and keeps an eye on the door while they wait for their food and while they eat.
Are you sure your on the correct wagon train? We seem too primitive for your tastes. Eldrog smiles as he pokes a little fun.
Eldrog looks around the room and keeps an eye on the door while they wait for their food and while they eat.
Are you sure your on the correct wagon train? We seem too primitive for your tastes. Eldrog smiles as he pokes a little fun.
Jun 27, 2019 1:45 am
Oh no, not at all too primitive, we all must start somewhere after all! Mercival flashes Eldrog a gormless smile, the sarcasm clearly lost on him.
Are you expecting trouble today Eldrog, second son of Akar from the North of Haven Hill?
Are you expecting trouble today Eldrog, second son of Akar from the North of Haven Hill?
Jun 27, 2019 5:46 pm
Eldrog and Mercival
As you get comfortable, well, as comfortable as a hard-backed wooden chair of questionable quality can be, you take stock and note that most of the clientele here seem to be of the fisherman or merchant variety. There is a mixture of races, though humans dominate the breakfast crowd, and the servers are hard pressed to keep up.
Still, it is cozy and clean, and soon your food is delivered. It is plentiful and hot, just the thing to start your morning.
As you get comfortable, well, as comfortable as a hard-backed wooden chair of questionable quality can be, you take stock and note that most of the clientele here seem to be of the fisherman or merchant variety. There is a mixture of races, though humans dominate the breakfast crowd, and the servers are hard pressed to keep up.
Still, it is cozy and clean, and soon your food is delivered. It is plentiful and hot, just the thing to start your morning.
OOC:
I'll allow you to interact for as long as you need... :) Hopefully get acquainted and stuff... Jun 27, 2019 5:54 pm
In my line of work you always expect trouble. Watch every tree and rock as if there is a potential enemy hiding behind them. I study the terrain and figure out potential ambush sites. And yes, I am always expecting trouble.
Eldrog turns and picks up his mug of coffee and takes a drink. Enjoying the feel of the steaming liquid as it flows down into his stomach. He wonders if this Half-Elf with such a great job afterwards really knows of the dangers of the world.
Eldrog turns and picks up his mug of coffee and takes a drink. Enjoying the feel of the steaming liquid as it flows down into his stomach. He wonders if this Half-Elf with such a great job afterwards really knows of the dangers of the world.
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Jun 27, 2019 6:51 pm
Well I suppose that's the difference between you and I, I watch every tree and rock as if there is a potential friend hiding behind them just waiting to jump out and buy me breakfast! The Lord of Peace provides for his mortal children, after all! Mercival picks up his tea and swishes it around while sniffing the aroma and ever-so-slightly wrinkling his nose.
So, Eldrog fifth born and third son of Akar, is it? I thought it was Eldrog second son of Akar from the North side of Haven Hill? Is your mother named Akar as well? Or perhaps second son of Akar from North of Haven Hill is merely an alias? I must say it's not a very imaginative one, you shall never escape your creditors that way. Mercival takes a thinly sliced bite of the pork on his plate and nods approvingly.
Perhaps that is why you are looking for enemies behind every bush and outhouse? If that's the case you should not be so quick to turn down paying work. One gold lion per day for bodyguard work once we reach Seaton, please consider it Master Eldrog, I shall not make the offer a third time.
So, Eldrog fifth born and third son of Akar, is it? I thought it was Eldrog second son of Akar from the North side of Haven Hill? Is your mother named Akar as well? Or perhaps second son of Akar from North of Haven Hill is merely an alias? I must say it's not a very imaginative one, you shall never escape your creditors that way. Mercival takes a thinly sliced bite of the pork on his plate and nods approvingly.
Perhaps that is why you are looking for enemies behind every bush and outhouse? If that's the case you should not be so quick to turn down paying work. One gold lion per day for bodyguard work once we reach Seaton, please consider it Master Eldrog, I shall not make the offer a third time.
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Jun 28, 2019 2:15 pm
OOC:
Sorry, I miss typed in a previous post. My notes do have me as the 3rd son, I must have hit entered 2nd son by mistake. Lovely mistake by myself. Do you want to restart the conversation, or I can go back one post and edit it to 2nd son like the previous mistake I made and change my notes? My apologies on the mistakeJun 28, 2019 3:08 pm
OOC:
Whatever you prefer! Or we could just say Eldrog misspoke the first time and Mercival was rude enough to mock him for it. Though I must confess I'm a little sad the canon explanation isn't that Eldrog's mother is also named Akar and she had a son from a previous marriage. Jun 28, 2019 4:19 pm
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LOL, No mother has another name sorry. Edited post before your mocking post.Jun 29, 2019 12:59 pm
"I haven't turned down any paying work. All I have said is I do not accept work while I am currently employed. Now since you will not make this offer a third time, I would really hate to upset you."
Eldrog turns towards his plate and begins to eat his breakfast. The extra bacon that was ordered, he scarfs down quickly, before touching the rest.
Eldrog turns towards his plate and begins to eat his breakfast. The extra bacon that was ordered, he scarfs down quickly, before touching the rest.
Jul 1, 2019 10:07 pm
With an ever so slight Hmph! Mercival apparently loses all interest in Eldrog and returns his attention to his meal.
Jul 2, 2019 7:51 pm
The remainder of your meal passes in relative silence, with even the normally boisterous Bastion more intent on his food than conversation. The servers pass by a few times, delivering fresh foods to your and other nearby tables, but all in all it is a rather boring (if not very filling) affair.
When done, Bastion looks to you both. "Well, shall we be off my friends? The longer we sit the less money to be made, eh? And I mean to make as much money as I can!"
When done, Bastion looks to you both. "Well, shall we be off my friends? The longer we sit the less money to be made, eh? And I mean to make as much money as I can!"
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Jul 2, 2019 8:46 pm
Yes, yes, I shall be along presently my friend. For now I should like to tarry a moment here. I will meet you at the caravan in a short while.
Mercival waits until Bastion leaves and then approaches the locals he had previously overheard. Peace and love, blessed spirits. Mercival makes a vaguely religious-seeming gesture with his hands. Forgive me, shining ones, I could not help but overhear your earlier conversation as I was sitting at a nearby table. I provide counsel to those who do battle with the demons of compulsion and dependency. Is there anything more you can tell me of these... vapors you mentioned? I should like to speak to these Seatonites making it and guide them toward a more righteous path.
Mercival waits until Bastion leaves and then approaches the locals he had previously overheard. Peace and love, blessed spirits. Mercival makes a vaguely religious-seeming gesture with his hands. Forgive me, shining ones, I could not help but overhear your earlier conversation as I was sitting at a nearby table. I provide counsel to those who do battle with the demons of compulsion and dependency. Is there anything more you can tell me of these... vapors you mentioned? I should like to speak to these Seatonites making it and guide them toward a more righteous path.
Jul 3, 2019 12:10 pm
Eldrog Scarfs down the last bits of his meal and downs the rest of his coffee. He stands, stretches then turns and heads out of the Establishment. On the way out he notices the Half-Elf walk over to a table and start to converse. He pauses for a moment, then continues on his way.
After reaching the Wagon, Eldrog checks his equipment then goes over the wagon. Again, checking tiedowns, crates and the wagon itself to ensure nothing has been messed with. After that, he watches the people around him to see if the caravan is being watched a little more closely than normal.
After reaching the Wagon, Eldrog checks his equipment then goes over the wagon. Again, checking tiedowns, crates and the wagon itself to ensure nothing has been messed with. After that, he watches the people around him to see if the caravan is being watched a little more closely than normal.
Rolls
Perception for anyone watching - (1d20)
(8) = 8
Investigation to check the wagon and equipement - (1d20)
(3) = 3
Jul 3, 2019 12:55 pm
Eldrog
The wagons look as you left them, and you can see that the other wagoners are making ready to depart as well. Beyond that, it all appears as a normal morning, with fishermen and farmers making their way to the markets and shops of the city.
Mercival
The men at the table sit and blink at you, as if you had caught them red-handed doing some illicit deed. "Uh. Well. See, yer lordship. Well, don't fink they'll be needin' service o' the gods, nosir. Spect they're danglin' in th' noose by now. King's men don't take well t' those what brew poisons 'n' th' like, eh?"
The men at the table laugh at the thought of the criminals dangling on a rope, making gestures as if they were hanging, eyes bulging and tongues waggling before erupting into a raucous laughter and drinker their morning mead. When they calm down, they just look at Mercival as if their conversation were over.
The wagons look as you left them, and you can see that the other wagoners are making ready to depart as well. Beyond that, it all appears as a normal morning, with fishermen and farmers making their way to the markets and shops of the city.
Mercival
The men at the table sit and blink at you, as if you had caught them red-handed doing some illicit deed. "Uh. Well. See, yer lordship. Well, don't fink they'll be needin' service o' the gods, nosir. Spect they're danglin' in th' noose by now. King's men don't take well t' those what brew poisons 'n' th' like, eh?"
The men at the table laugh at the thought of the criminals dangling on a rope, making gestures as if they were hanging, eyes bulging and tongues waggling before erupting into a raucous laughter and drinker their morning mead. When they calm down, they just look at Mercival as if their conversation were over.
Jul 3, 2019 2:43 pm
Mercival begins looking a little impatient and his facade of serenity begins to crack a bit. Mocking the dead tempts the ire of the gods. Careful lest ye find yourselves cursed, dear brothers.
With that, Mercival makes to leave and head back to the wagons.
With that, Mercival makes to leave and head back to the wagons.
Jul 3, 2019 4:40 pm
Mercival
As you reach the exit, you hear the group erupt into laughter yet again.
As you reach the exit, you hear the group erupt into laughter yet again.
Jul 3, 2019 9:53 pm
Ket_Onwall says:
MercivalAs you reach the exit, you hear the group erupt into laughter yet again.
Jul 3, 2019 11:41 pm
Mercival
You hear screams from inside, as one of the men at the table apparently see your ghostly apparition, and you walk away to the sounds of more raucous laughter from those around him. Making it back to the wagon train, you see everyone is ready to get underway, and take your place (I assume) among the goods in the back of Bastion's wagon. Seated up front is Eldrog, ever ready to engage any naer-do-wells that might seek to assault the wagons.
Moonday, 3 Planting 591CY
With a lurch, the train begins again and within a short period of time the samll town of Sanduchar is behind you and the Coast Road to Seaton before. The day remains cloudy, the breezes light, and the ocean to your left brings the smell of salty brine as you make your way south.
Conversation is light and sporadic, with the scenery changing little save for the occasional opening of the trees to give spectacular views of forested glens or islands on the ocean's horizon. In front is Gaines, alone in his wagon, and behind is Herford and his. The three wagons creak loudly as they rock lightly back and forth, almost hypnotic in its nature. It is a true relief of boredom when you all finally stop for the night in a tiny hamlet called Rawnis.
There is not even an inn here, though the tavern provides decent fare, made even better as Bastion agrees to pay the tab for dinner a few drinks. Sleep comes quickly, and Bastion and Gaines agree that by the following evening you should reach Angler as long as you leave early enough.
Godsday, 4 Planting 591CY
An uneventful night sleeping in a makeshift camp outside of town leads to an uneventful breakfast, and then into yet another uneventful day. This day is cloudy, the sky giving signs that it might be a day of rain, but for the first half it holds with just a light breeze with occasional gusts of a stronger variety.
Midday brings the first respite of boredom, when up ahead you see that Gaines is pulling his wagon to a stop. A tree partially blocks the road ahead. When the wagon stops, you see him suddenly throw his hands up, as a pair of men come out from behind some shrubs, one of them leveling a crossbow!
You hear screams from inside, as one of the men at the table apparently see your ghostly apparition, and you walk away to the sounds of more raucous laughter from those around him. Making it back to the wagon train, you see everyone is ready to get underway, and take your place (I assume) among the goods in the back of Bastion's wagon. Seated up front is Eldrog, ever ready to engage any naer-do-wells that might seek to assault the wagons.
Moonday, 3 Planting 591CY
With a lurch, the train begins again and within a short period of time the samll town of Sanduchar is behind you and the Coast Road to Seaton before. The day remains cloudy, the breezes light, and the ocean to your left brings the smell of salty brine as you make your way south.
Conversation is light and sporadic, with the scenery changing little save for the occasional opening of the trees to give spectacular views of forested glens or islands on the ocean's horizon. In front is Gaines, alone in his wagon, and behind is Herford and his. The three wagons creak loudly as they rock lightly back and forth, almost hypnotic in its nature. It is a true relief of boredom when you all finally stop for the night in a tiny hamlet called Rawnis.
There is not even an inn here, though the tavern provides decent fare, made even better as Bastion agrees to pay the tab for dinner a few drinks. Sleep comes quickly, and Bastion and Gaines agree that by the following evening you should reach Angler as long as you leave early enough.
Godsday, 4 Planting 591CY
An uneventful night sleeping in a makeshift camp outside of town leads to an uneventful breakfast, and then into yet another uneventful day. This day is cloudy, the sky giving signs that it might be a day of rain, but for the first half it holds with just a light breeze with occasional gusts of a stronger variety.
Midday brings the first respite of boredom, when up ahead you see that Gaines is pulling his wagon to a stop. A tree partially blocks the road ahead. When the wagon stops, you see him suddenly throw his hands up, as a pair of men come out from behind some shrubs, one of them leveling a crossbow!
OOC:
Roll Initiative, just in case. :)[ +- ] Encounter - 1
Jul 3, 2019 11:56 pm
OOC:
InitiativeRolls
Thieves' Initiative - (1d20+1)
(2) + 1 = 3
William Gaines Initiative - (1d20-1)
(12) - 1 = 11
Herford Mellon Initiative - (1d20)
(19) = 19
Bastion Sales - (1d20+3)
(2) + 3 = 5
Jul 4, 2019 2:37 am
Mercival curses under his breath before turning to Eldrog, Be ready to earn all that gold I'm not paying you, Keg Belly!
Mercival removes the belt his rapier in its sheath and lays it down on the floor of Bastion's wagon. And then raises his hands so the bandits can see he's not holding a weapon.
I'm unarmed, gentlemen! May I step down from the wagon so that we may parlay? You wouldn't harm a man of the cloth, would you?
Mercival removes the belt his rapier in its sheath and lays it down on the floor of Bastion's wagon. And then raises his hands so the bandits can see he's not holding a weapon.
I'm unarmed, gentlemen! May I step down from the wagon so that we may parlay? You wouldn't harm a man of the cloth, would you?
Rolls
Initiative - (1d20+3)
(12) + 3 = 15
Jul 4, 2019 12:52 pm
Oh this ought to be good. Man of cloth gets killed by bandits as he step ahead of soldier. Eldrog sits still on his seat, both hands on his knees and ready to grab his Crossbow.
Whispering to Bastion Well Sir, depending on what this fool and Mr. Gaines does, you may have two wagons of goods come end of this day.
Whispering to Bastion Well Sir, depending on what this fool and Mr. Gaines does, you may have two wagons of goods come end of this day.
Rolls
Initiative - (1d20+1)
(17) + 1 = 18
Jul 4, 2019 1:44 pm
As he approaches the armed bandits, Mercival starts reasoning with them.
Look, gentlemen, I'm afraid you've made a terrible mistake, but luckily for you I'm going to give you a chance to unmake it. I'm not really a priest, I represent a very powerful player in the criminal underworld. He has sent this wagon train disguised as rather dull looking commoners with a religious leader guiding them to pick up a quantity of Dream Mist from Seaton that he's arranged for. If you continue with this ill advised plan of yours, you'll make enemies of two very powerful groups. There will be no place safe for you, I'm afraid. We've had a bit of a setback lately with a small number of our local contacts getting themselves caught, but rest assured gentlemen, what remains here is more than enough to deal with the likes of you two. And if not, my boss will send some very powerful and very skilled people to investigate. Now, if you'll permit us to be on our way, we can let you get to waylaying the next wagon.
Look, gentlemen, I'm afraid you've made a terrible mistake, but luckily for you I'm going to give you a chance to unmake it. I'm not really a priest, I represent a very powerful player in the criminal underworld. He has sent this wagon train disguised as rather dull looking commoners with a religious leader guiding them to pick up a quantity of Dream Mist from Seaton that he's arranged for. If you continue with this ill advised plan of yours, you'll make enemies of two very powerful groups. There will be no place safe for you, I'm afraid. We've had a bit of a setback lately with a small number of our local contacts getting themselves caught, but rest assured gentlemen, what remains here is more than enough to deal with the likes of you two. And if not, my boss will send some very powerful and very skilled people to investigate. Now, if you'll permit us to be on our way, we can let you get to waylaying the next wagon.
Last edited July 4, 2019 2:19 pm
Rolls
Persuasion check - (1d20+5)
(12) + 5 = 17
Jul 8, 2019 6:53 pm
Mercival
You notice one of the bandits flits an eye to his right, your left, before saying (albeit a little hesitantly). "Got no cause t' be killin' a man o' faith, your lordship. Jus' had over th' coin an' any jewels ya be carryin' and we'll be on our way. Now the rest o' you kindly step down outta them wagons so we's can get a closer look, eh?"
Eldrog
Gaines complies, slowly climbing off to the left of his wagon, as does Mellon in the rear wagon. (Though Mellon appears to be trying to conceal a weapon behind him.) Turning to you, Bastion whispers "Well, my trusty sell sword, what are the odds that these two are alone in their efforts? Dare we risk their ire? or do you feel it better we acquiesce?"
You notice one of the bandits flits an eye to his right, your left, before saying (albeit a little hesitantly). "Got no cause t' be killin' a man o' faith, your lordship. Jus' had over th' coin an' any jewels ya be carryin' and we'll be on our way. Now the rest o' you kindly step down outta them wagons so we's can get a closer look, eh?"
Eldrog
Gaines complies, slowly climbing off to the left of his wagon, as does Mellon in the rear wagon. (Though Mellon appears to be trying to conceal a weapon behind him.) Turning to you, Bastion whispers "Well, my trusty sell sword, what are the odds that these two are alone in their efforts? Dare we risk their ire? or do you feel it better we acquiesce?"
Jul 8, 2019 8:51 pm
That is a hard one to tell Boss. They laid a tree across the road to stop us, sort of amateur. They may be thinking just simple merchants and easy prey however, they are outnumbered so my bet is ambush from the sides, watch the woods on your side. Personally, I say we kill them and set an example to other would be bandits.
Eldrog grabs his shield and Mace and climbs down off the wagon. He turns towards the woods to his left and watches for any sign of movement, while keeping his shield arm facing the bandits.
Eldrog grabs his shield and Mace and climbs down off the wagon. He turns towards the woods to his left and watches for any sign of movement, while keeping his shield arm facing the bandits.
Rolls
Percepton watching woods - (1d20)
(13) = 13
Jul 9, 2019 5:00 pm
Ferdy sent a note to Ket_Onwall
OOC:
Mercival casts Penitent's Shame on the bandit that demanded his coin and jewels. Wisdom save, DC 13.[ +- ] Penitent's Shame
Casting Time:
1 action
Range/Area:
30ft.
Components:
V, S, M(holy symbol)
Duration:
Concentration, up to 1 minute
Attack/Save:
WIS 13
A creature of your choice that you can see within range is overcome by contrition and falls to their knees weeping if this spell affects it. The target must succeed on a Wisdom saving throw or fall prone, becoming incapacitated and unable to stand up for the duration. A creature with an Intelligence score of 4 or less isn't affected.
At the end of each of its turns, and each time it takes damage, the target can make another Wisdom saving throw. The target has advantage on the saving throw if it's triggered by damage. On a success, the spell ends.
1 action
Range/Area:
30ft.
Components:
V, S, M(holy symbol)
Duration:
Concentration, up to 1 minute
Attack/Save:
WIS 13
A creature of your choice that you can see within range is overcome by contrition and falls to their knees weeping if this spell affects it. The target must succeed on a Wisdom saving throw or fall prone, becoming incapacitated and unable to stand up for the duration. A creature with an Intelligence score of 4 or less isn't affected.
At the end of each of its turns, and each time it takes damage, the target can make another Wisdom saving throw. The target has advantage on the saving throw if it's triggered by damage. On a success, the spell ends.
Last edited July 9, 2019 5:01 pm
Jul 10, 2019 4:49 pm
The bandit speaker snarls as Mercival calls for him to bow, and says "P'raps his holiness ain't heard me right." with a flick of his right hand, the second bandit looses his bolt.
The bolt whizzes right past Mercival's ear, nearly removing his earlobe before burying itself into the wagon.
"Now then. Liek I's told ya already. lest ya wanna lose yer lives as well, I said move away and let us at the wagon's and toss yer coins into a neat little pile over there." he adds, pointing to the fallen tree by the road.
The bolt whizzes right past Mercival's ear, nearly removing his earlobe before burying itself into the wagon.
"Now then. Liek I's told ya already. lest ya wanna lose yer lives as well, I said move away and let us at the wagon's and toss yer coins into a neat little pile over there." he adds, pointing to the fallen tree by the road.
OOC:
1 HP piercing damage from the bolt. (bandit was not aiming to kill, just to 'warn')Rolls
Bandit DC 13 WIS save - (1d20)
(16) = 16
Bandit Crossbow attack - (1d20+3)
(16) + 3 = 19
Bandit Crossbow damage - (1d8+1)
(5) + 1 = 6
Jul 10, 2019 7:44 pm
Mercival claps his hand to his ear, wincing. His angry expression turns instantly to one of deep concern. Right! I'll go and collect your gold and jewels then!
Mercival returns to Bastion's wagon, climbs in, and puts his sword-belt back on. Welp, that's my whole bag of tricks, I'm afraid. You're up son of Akar. Go get em! I'll support you from here, don't worry!
Mercival returns to Bastion's wagon, climbs in, and puts his sword-belt back on. Welp, that's my whole bag of tricks, I'm afraid. You're up son of Akar. Go get em! I'll support you from here, don't worry!
Jul 10, 2019 11:49 pm
Eldrog
You scan the surroundings quickly, judging the distance to the hidden bandits. From your perspective, all 6 of the men are in range of your crossbow.
Also, this map is prior to Mercival returning to the cart.
You scan the surroundings quickly, judging the distance to the hidden bandits. From your perspective, all 6 of the men are in range of your crossbow.
OOC:
Currently, only Eldrog is aware of any bandits other than #1 and #2. #1 is the speaker. When posting actions, please specify the bandit by number. If moving, please utilize the letter-number combination for the square you move to. Going diagonal is 1.5 movement for squares, so instead of 6 squares, you can move 3 diagonal squares (assuming 30' movement). Also, this map is prior to Mercival returning to the cart.
[ +- ] Bandits - 1
Jul 11, 2019 12:24 am
Mercival is using the side of the wagon as cover.
OOC:
Would a slight of hand check allow me to stash my gold somewhere on the wagon where it's unlikely to be found in a search? Mercival will keep 10 silver in his coinpouch if so to give to the bandits. Are the ones in the woods in cover such that ranged attacks against them would suffer a penalty? Last edited July 11, 2019 12:26 am
Rolls
Sleight of hand - (1d20+5)
(12) + 5 = 17
Jul 11, 2019 2:24 am
Mercival
Moving quickly, shielded by the distance, Gaines and the wagon wheel, you are able to stash most of your coin in a spot under the bags and crates. You hope that it is good enough to avoid being found, but you are fairly sure that, based on the laughter of the bandits after your nicking, that you did so unseen.
Moving quickly, shielded by the distance, Gaines and the wagon wheel, you are able to stash most of your coin in a spot under the bags and crates. You hope that it is good enough to avoid being found, but you are fairly sure that, based on the laughter of the bandits after your nicking, that you did so unseen.
OOC:
Technically Mercival does not yet see them, but from their vantage the ones in the woods have 1/2 cover (+2 to AC and DEX saves)Jul 11, 2019 2:26 am
OOC:
I will be posting Mellon's action tomorrow, then Eldrog can go, followed by Mercival. Current initiative
Mellon 19
Eldrog 18
Mercival 15
Gaines 11
Bastion 5
Bandits 3
Jul 12, 2019 1:15 pm
The red-haired Mellon steps from his position at the rear wagon, and slowly moves to the back of Bastion's wagon. He surveys what is before them, then the treeline to the left and right. As Mercival moves back to the wagon, he yells out a challenge to the speaker, moving up further to the back of Gaines' wagon. He has a short sword in his hand, though held behind his back as he walks past.
"Come! Look and see! I'll even show ya where the good stuff is!" he taunts. Not amused, the bandit looses another bolt. The bolt strikes the wagon wheel, and Mellon barely flinches. He reaches to grab it, and snaps the shaft, tossing it to the ground.
"Let's get this done, then." he says with a grin, bringing his sword to bear. The bandits look at one another for a second, and the speaker draws his blade and begins moving toward Gaines.
"Come! Look and see! I'll even show ya where the good stuff is!" he taunts. Not amused, the bandit looses another bolt. The bolt strikes the wagon wheel, and Mellon barely flinches. He reaches to grab it, and snaps the shaft, tossing it to the ground.
"Let's get this done, then." he says with a grin, bringing his sword to bear. The bandits look at one another for a second, and the speaker draws his blade and begins moving toward Gaines.
OOC:
Eldrog is up, followed by MercivalRolls
Bandit Crossbow attack on Mellon - (1d20+3)
(7) + 3 = 10
Bandit Crossbow Damage to Mellon - (1d8)
(2) = 2
Jul 12, 2019 1:22 pm
[ +- ] Bandits - 2
OOC:
As a reminder, Mercival is not aware of the other 4 bandits, but Eldrog is.Jul 18, 2019 6:56 pm
OOC:
My apologies, Ferdy, Elveron has not responded to my PM. I know he was going somewhere LAST weekend, but he should be back. If no response by tomorrow, I will take over Eldrog for the course of the battle.Jul 22, 2019 6:05 pm
Seeing the bandit in view moving toward Gaies, Eldrog curses under his breath and stands. Taking aim, he lets loose a crossbow bolt toward the sword-wielder. The bandit ducks, the bolt sailing over his head.
Jumping from the wagon, the dwarf moves to take cover behind the large rock to his right. Others in the woods, both sides. Six in all, as far as I can tell, he calls to the rest of the company.
Jumping from the wagon, the dwarf moves to take cover behind the large rock to his right. Others in the woods, both sides. Six in all, as far as I can tell, he calls to the rest of the company.
OOC:
Mercival is up!Rolls
Eldrog Crossbow attack on Bandit #1 - (1d20+3)
(1) + 3 = 4
Eldrog Crossbow damage to Bandit #1 - (1d8+1)
(5) + 1 = 6
Jul 22, 2019 7:56 pm
Mercival shakes his head at Eldrog's inept attack. Apparently it would take divine inspiration for you to hit anything with that contraption of yours, so you shall have it! Mercival looks to Bandit #1 and his voice booms as he castigates his sinful soul!
The gates of the abyss swing wide for your iniquitous soul, heathen!Mercival stays in the cart, hoping the wooden sides will block any errant crossbow bolts.
OOC:
Mercival inspires Eldrog with a d6 inspiration die as a bonus action. The gates of the abyss swing wide for your iniquitous soul, heathen!
OOC:
Castigate Sinner as an action, bandit 1 must make a DC13 wis save or take 1d4 psychic damage and suffer disadvantage on their attack next round. Last edited July 22, 2019 8:11 pm
Rolls
Castigate Sinner damage - (1d4)
(2) = 2
Jul 22, 2019 10:30 pm
Mercival
The bandit grabs at his skull, screaming in pain as the horrific visions flood his mind.
The bandit grabs at his skull, screaming in pain as the horrific visions flood his mind.
OOC:
Failed his save (you never rolled damage). Gaines is up!Rolls
Bandit DC 13 WIS save - (1d20+0)
(3) = 3
Jul 22, 2019 11:07 pm
Ket_Onwall says:
MercivalThe bandit grabs at his skull, screaming in pain as the horrific visions flood his mind.
OOC:
Failed his save (you never rolled damage). Gaines is up!OOC:
Sorry, I've added it to the post. A big 2 damage! Take that, sinners! Jul 23, 2019 2:56 pm
As the bandit leader shakes the visions clear, he snarls and moves in toward Gaines. With a yell, the elder man grabs a blade from the seat of the wagon and screams wildly, swinging the short sword for all he is worth. he obviously has no real training, but what he lacks in finesse he makes up for in enthusiasm.
The blade flies wildly, and the approaching bandit laughs as the old man misses badly. His eyes go wide however, as he stumbles backward, looking down at his chest. A crossbow bolt lies buried in him. With a last glance upward, his mouth open in a silent cry of pain, he drops to his knees then falls over, lifeless.
"Our coin won't be so easy, lads! Come get it!" Yells Bastion, already reloading his crossbow. With a series of yells, more bandits come charging out of the woods to either side. A total of 5 of them, now that their speaker is down.
The blade flies wildly, and the approaching bandit laughs as the old man misses badly. His eyes go wide however, as he stumbles backward, looking down at his chest. A crossbow bolt lies buried in him. With a last glance upward, his mouth open in a silent cry of pain, he drops to his knees then falls over, lifeless.
"Our coin won't be so easy, lads! Come get it!" Yells Bastion, already reloading his crossbow. With a series of yells, more bandits come charging out of the woods to either side. A total of 5 of them, now that their speaker is down.
OOC:
Bandit turns coming shortly.Rolls
Gaines Attack on Bandit #1 - (1d20+0)
(3) = 3
Gaines Damage on Bandit #1 - (1d6)
(5) = 5
Bastion Attack on #1 - (1d20+5)
(8) + 5 = 13
Bastion Damage on #1 - (1d8+3)
(6) + 3 = 9
Jul 23, 2019 8:10 pm
OOC:
Bandit Actions
Bandit 1 DEAD
Bandit 2 Crossbow attack on Gaines
Bandit 3 30' MOVE towards wagons
Bandit 4 Crossbow attack on Mellon
Bandit 5 30' MOVE, short word attack on Mellon
Bandit 6 30' MOVE toward wagons
Rolls
Bandit 2 Crossbow attack on Gaines - (1d20+3)
(14) + 3 = 17
Bandit 2 Crossbow damage to Gaines - (1d8)
(7) = 7
Bandit 4 Crossbow attack on Mellon - (1d20+3)
(17) + 3 = 20
Bandit 4 Crossbow damage to Mellon - (1d8)
(3) = 3
Bandit 5 short sword attack on Mellon - (1d20+3)
(18) + 3 = 21
Bandit 5 short sword damage to Mellon - (1d6)
(6) = 6
Jul 23, 2019 8:17 pm
The bandits come rushing from both sides of the road, some loosing crossbow bolts while others brandish their swords. One of the crossbowmen fires at Gaines, and the bold buries into his left shoulder with a sicking sound as it pierces all of the way through muscle and bone. The older man cries out in pain, stumbling backward before catching himself on the wagon.
A second bolt likewise pierces through Mellon's right leg, and as he grabs the wagon in pain, the first bandit to arrive sticks him with his shortsword. Mellon cries out in pain once again, but manages to bring his own blade to bare against the brigand.
A second bolt likewise pierces through Mellon's right leg, and as he grabs the wagon in pain, the first bandit to arrive sticks him with his shortsword. Mellon cries out in pain once again, but manages to bring his own blade to bare against the brigand.
OOC:
Mellon is up!Jul 23, 2019 8:18 pm
With a growl, the red-bearded man swings his blade heavily into the bandit, catching him right across the throat. With gargled cry, the bandit falls to his knees, cluthing at the gaping wound as it pumps the life from him into the grass.
OOC:
Bandit #5 falls! Eldrog is up![ +- ] Bandit Combat - 3
Rolls
Mellon Short Sword Attack on #5 - (1d20+3)
(12) + 3 = 15
Mellon Short Sword Damage to #5 - (1d6)
(5) = 5
Jul 23, 2019 8:34 pm
Seeing the other wagoners wounded, Eldrog moves quickly to put himself between the bandits, Mellon and Bastion. Behind me! Defend the old man! he yells as he moves between the wagons, confronting the bandits. He swings his flail, but the closeness of the wagons and skittish horse throw off his aim and he just glances against the bandit.
OOC:
Move to I16, attacks bandit #6 with his flail. Mercival is up!Rolls
Eldrog Attack on Bandit #6 - (1d20+5)
(5) + 5 = 10
Eldrog Damage to Bandit #6 - (1d8+5)
(3) + 5 = 8
Jul 23, 2019 9:27 pm
Ket_Onwall says:
Seeing the other wagoners wounded, Eldrog moves quickly to put himself between the bandits, Mellon and Bastion. Behind me! Defend the old man! he yells as he moves between the wagons, confronting the bandits. He swings his flail, but the closeness of the wagons and skittish horse throw off his aim and he just glances against the bandit.OOC:
Move to I16, attacks bandit #6 with his flail. Mercival is up!OOC:
Don't forget Eldrog has a d6 inspiration die.Jul 23, 2019 9:31 pm
Ferdy says:
OOC:
Don't forget Eldrog has a d6 inspiration die.OOC:
Yeah, saving it for an emergency.Jul 23, 2019 11:30 pm
Mercival grits his teeth as the unseen bandits emerge from the woods. Rao shall guide your hand in your moment of need, dear Bastion!Mercival looks to Bandit 6 and his expression grows dark as his voice takes on an otherworldly quality,
Your profligate soul shall be the plaything of archdemons!Mercival stays between the rock and the cart hoping to be protected from bolts from all sides.
OOC:
Mercival grants Bastion a d6 inspiration die.Your profligate soul shall be the plaything of archdemons!
OOC:
Mercival castigates bandit 6.Rolls
Castigate Sinner damage - (1d4)
(4) = 4
Jul 24, 2019 7:13 pm
Mercival
The bandit snarls at your feeble attempt to make him a repentant sinner, and renews his attack on Eldrog!
The bandit snarls at your feeble attempt to make him a repentant sinner, and renews his attack on Eldrog!
Rolls
Bandit 6 Save vs Castigation - (1d20+0)
(20) = 20
Jul 24, 2019 7:19 pm
Knowing that the ranged weapons are a bigger threat to him, William Gaines rushes the crossbow wielding bandit in front of him. Yelling curses as he does so, he swings his blade, but misses badly.
Stepping out to get a better angle, Bastion fires another bolt, this time at the bandit confronting Eldrog. The bolt hits the man right in the neck, and he spits out blood, staggering backward. Not dead, but he clutches at the shaft sticking out of him, the blood flowing freely from him.
Stepping out to get a better angle, Bastion fires another bolt, this time at the bandit confronting Eldrog. The bolt hits the man right in the neck, and he spits out blood, staggering backward. Not dead, but he clutches at the shaft sticking out of him, the blood flowing freely from him.
OOC:
Critical wound to bandit #6, who now fights at disadvantage. Bandits are up!Rolls
William Gaines Sword Attack on #2 - (1d20)
(2) = 2
William Gaines Sword Damage to #2 - (1d6)
(2) = 2
Bastion Attack on #6 - (1d20+5)
(11) + 5 = 16
Bastion Damage on #6 - (1d8+3)
(6) + 3 = 9
Jul 24, 2019 7:28 pm
OOC:
Bandit Actions
Bandit 1 DEAD
Bandit 2 Dagger attack on Gaines
Bandit 3 Sword Attack on Eldrog (disadvantage due to 1/2 cover)
Bandit 4 Dagger attack on Mellon
Bandit 5 DEAD
Bandit 6 Staggering back to the woods (Eldrog gets AOO)
Jul 24, 2019 7:39 pm
OOC:
Rolls
Bandit #2 Attack on Gaines - (1d20+3)
(20) + 3 = 23
Bandit #2 Damage on Gaines - (1d4+1)
(4) + 1 = 5
Bandit #3 Attack on Eldrog (Disadvantage) - (2d20+3)
(1715) + 3 = 35
Bandit #3 Damage to Eldrog - (1d6)
(3) = 3
Bandit #4 Attack on Mellon - (1d20+3)
(19) + 3 = 22
Bandit #4 Damage to Mellon - (1d6)
(6) = 6
Eldrog AOO on Bandit #6 - (1d20+3)
(12) + 3 = 15
Eldrog AOO damage to Bandit #6 - (1d8+5)
(4) + 5 = 9
Jul 24, 2019 7:50 pm
The front bandit drops his crossbow as Gaines charges, and deftly avoids the old man's attack. With a quick thrust and twist of his dagger, he buries the blade deep into the old man's chest. With a soft cry, Gaines slumps to the ground, the blood already pooling on the ground around him. The bandit casually wipes his blade and retrieves the crossbow, reloading it for another attack.
Even with this severely wounded comrade and a horse half-blocking Eldrog, one of the bandits manages to slice down his arm with a short sword. The damage is not bad, but in retaliation Eldrog catches the gurgling bandit just as the man turns to flee. With a heave upward then down, the dwarf hits the bandit on the back of the head, his skull caving in and the body collapsing, dead before he hits the ground.
Off to the right, Mellon is engaged with the other crossbow bearer, who likewise pulls a dagger out to stick the red-haired wagoner. With a cry of pain, Mellon, too, collapses to the ground, his body not moving as the bandit reloads his crossbow.
Even with this severely wounded comrade and a horse half-blocking Eldrog, one of the bandits manages to slice down his arm with a short sword. The damage is not bad, but in retaliation Eldrog catches the gurgling bandit just as the man turns to flee. With a heave upward then down, the dwarf hits the bandit on the back of the head, his skull caving in and the body collapsing, dead before he hits the ground.
Off to the right, Mellon is engaged with the other crossbow bearer, who likewise pulls a dagger out to stick the red-haired wagoner. With a cry of pain, Mellon, too, collapses to the ground, his body not moving as the bandit reloads his crossbow.
OOC:
Bandits #5 and 6 fall! But, it seems that Gaines and Mellon fell as well. Eldrog is up!Jul 24, 2019 7:55 pm
Without missing a beat, Eldrog moves to greet the bandit who hit him. You're next, boy! he growls loudly, his dour features darkening as he attacks the man. A solid blow to the man's skull staggers him and he falls backward, scrambling to regain his feet as the blood from the wound pours down his head.
Fight or flee, boy! Eldrog challenges as the man tries to hold his ground.
Fight or flee, boy! Eldrog challenges as the man tries to hold his ground.
OOC:
Mercival is up!OOC:
Nothing like having to play nearly all of the parts of a play... :/Rolls
Eldrog Attack on Bandit #3 - (1d20+5)
(15) + 5 = 20
Eldrog Damage to Bandit #3 - (1d8+5)
(2) + 5 = 7
Jul 24, 2019 11:02 pm
Mercival curses loudly as Herford and William are struck down. Gathering his courage, he runs out from behind the rock and moves UR, UR, U, U, U. He looks to Herford and shouts, Non mortem ab irato vir!Mercival looks to Bandit 2 and castigates him for striking down William Gaines! The blood of innocents shall stain your spirit forevermore!
OOC:
As a bonus action, Mercival casts Healing Word on Herford Mellon.OOC:
As an action, Mercival castigates bandit 2Last edited July 24, 2019 11:04 pm
Rolls
Castigate Sinner damage vs Bandit 2 - (1d4)
(4) = 4
Healing Word on Herford Mellon - (1d4+3)
(3) + 3 = 6
Jul 24, 2019 11:46 pm
The bandit becomes visually shaken, looking down at the fallen Mellon, and if you did not know any better, there are tears in the bandit’s eyes.
OOC:
Failed save, 4 hp damageRolls
Bandit Wis Save DC 13 - (1d20+0)
(10) = 10
Jul 25, 2019 12:22 am
Ket_Onwall says:
The bandit becomes visually shaken, looking down at the fallen Mellon, and if you did not know any better, there are tears in the bandit’s eyes.OOC:
Failed save, 4 hp damageOOC:
and disadvantage on his attack next round! Jul 25, 2019 1:24 am
OOC:
I forgot to roll for Healing Word! Sorry I keep forgetting rolls. In any case, I've added the roll so provided Herford was only unconscious and not dead, he regains 6hp.Jul 25, 2019 7:35 pm
Seeing William Gaines fall to the bandit up front, Bastion yell out a cry and charges toward the man as he retrieves his crossbow. Your patron levels his own crossbow and lets fly another shot directly at the man's chest. As the bandit looks up, the bolt strikes true, slicing through his leather and bursting out of his back. With a cry of pain the bandit fall backward, dead on the road.
Another one fallen, the bandits turn to flee, deciding that your group is not worth the effort. As they do, Eldrog gives a parting swing at the one near him, and Mellon jerks back up to his knees and looks to cut the legs out from under the man before him, as well.
As if guided by the hands of the gods, both men strike true, felling the bandits before they have a chance to get away. Mellon, in particular, takes a few seconds to make sure the bandit is dead, cleaving his head from his shoulders, taking it and throwing it into the nearby woods with a banshee-like cry.
Another one fallen, the bandits turn to flee, deciding that your group is not worth the effort. As they do, Eldrog gives a parting swing at the one near him, and Mellon jerks back up to his knees and looks to cut the legs out from under the man before him, as well.
As if guided by the hands of the gods, both men strike true, felling the bandits before they have a chance to get away. Mellon, in particular, takes a few seconds to make sure the bandit is dead, cleaving his head from his shoulders, taking it and throwing it into the nearby woods with a banshee-like cry.
OOC:
Nice turn around in combat! Award yourself inspiration for a successful completion of your first combat.Rolls
Bastion Crossbow attack on Bandit #2 - (1d20+5)
(11) + 5 = 16
Bastion Crossbow damage to Bandit #2 - (1d8+1)
(4) + 1 = 5
Eldrog Flail attack on #3 - (1d20+5)
(7) + 5 = 12
Eldrog Flail damage on #3 - (1d8+5)
(8) + 5 = 13
Mellon attack on #4 - (1d20+3)
(18) + 3 = 21
Mellon damage on #4 - (1d6+1)
(6) + 1 = 7
Jul 25, 2019 9:58 pm
Mercival runs over to William while pulling his healer's kit out and tries to stabilize him before he bleeds out!
Get over here, son of Akar! Help me put pressure on this wound while I bandage it! You'll be alright, Sir Gaines, our antagonists have been dispatched. You shall make a full recovery I expect, bravely fought, young man. You as well, Sir Mellon.
I... I know we've gotten off on the wrong foot the other day, but I called upon the gods to save you, and save you they did. They would not have pulled your soul back from the brink of the hereafter if they did not have a greater purpose in mind for you, so I believe it is divinely ordained that we be allies instead of enemies. It seems we shall have to depend on one another, after all.
Once everyone is up and around, Mercival will casually inspect the bodies for valuables.
Get over here, son of Akar! Help me put pressure on this wound while I bandage it! You'll be alright, Sir Gaines, our antagonists have been dispatched. You shall make a full recovery I expect, bravely fought, young man. You as well, Sir Mellon.
I... I know we've gotten off on the wrong foot the other day, but I called upon the gods to save you, and save you they did. They would not have pulled your soul back from the brink of the hereafter if they did not have a greater purpose in mind for you, so I believe it is divinely ordained that we be allies instead of enemies. It seems we shall have to depend on one another, after all.
Once everyone is up and around, Mercival will casually inspect the bodies for valuables.
Last edited July 25, 2019 10:00 pm
Rolls
Investigation check to search the bandits - (1d20)
(12) = 12
Persuasion check to make peace with Herford Mellon - (1d20+5)
(12) + 5 = 17
Jul 29, 2019 6:49 pm
Mercival
You find that you are too late for Master Gaines, as the bandit thrust his sword through his chest and out of his back. The old man has died. Herford eyes you with a steely glare, before your words sink in. His anger seems to temper itself, and he nods to you in acknowledgement of what you did for him.
Quietly, he hefts Gaines' body and places him carefully into the back of Gaines' wagon. Bastion, somber for the first time you have known him, says "Your pay has been earned, priest, as well as you, my faithful arms man. The heroics of this man shall be recorded in song, so no one will again judge the bravery of our elders." pausing, he then asks "Do either of you have skill with wagoneering?"
You find that you are too late for Master Gaines, as the bandit thrust his sword through his chest and out of his back. The old man has died. Herford eyes you with a steely glare, before your words sink in. His anger seems to temper itself, and he nods to you in acknowledgement of what you did for him.
Quietly, he hefts Gaines' body and places him carefully into the back of Gaines' wagon. Bastion, somber for the first time you have known him, says "Your pay has been earned, priest, as well as you, my faithful arms man. The heroics of this man shall be recorded in song, so no one will again judge the bravery of our elders." pausing, he then asks "Do either of you have skill with wagoneering?"
OOC:
On the bandits you find a total of 25 crossbow bolts, three crossbows, 6 short swords, 8 gold nobles and 15 silver crowns.Jul 29, 2019 8:33 pm
May the archons guide your soul to its deserved rest, dear William.
Mercival considers how the last words he spoke to William were thinly veiled mockery. He experiences a moment of sadness and regret before Bastion's words break him from his reverie. ...I will drive Gaine's cart. I've been watching him, how difficult could it be?
Mercival recovers his gold from the hiding spot then hands a share of the bandits' coin to each man who fought them. 2 gold, 4 silver each to Eldrog, Bastion, and Herford, keeping 2 gold and 3 silver for himself. He throws the bandits weaponry into William's cart and steps to the front to greet the draft horse.
Your old man didn't make it. I'm your new coachman, it seems, so don't make me look foolish, OK? Mercival gives the horse some feed from the cart and pats its mane, then climbs into the coachman's seat and prepares to depart.
Mercival considers how the last words he spoke to William were thinly veiled mockery. He experiences a moment of sadness and regret before Bastion's words break him from his reverie. ...I will drive Gaine's cart. I've been watching him, how difficult could it be?
Mercival recovers his gold from the hiding spot then hands a share of the bandits' coin to each man who fought them. 2 gold, 4 silver each to Eldrog, Bastion, and Herford, keeping 2 gold and 3 silver for himself. He throws the bandits weaponry into William's cart and steps to the front to greet the draft horse.
Your old man didn't make it. I'm your new coachman, it seems, so don't make me look foolish, OK? Mercival gives the horse some feed from the cart and pats its mane, then climbs into the coachman's seat and prepares to depart.
Rolls
Animal Handling check to bond with William's horse - (1d20+1)
(9) + 1 = 10
Jul 31, 2019 11:50 pm
Freeday, 7 Planting 591CY
It takes you a bit of time to get accustomed to working the reins, but you manage well enough as you all once again head along the coast road toward Seaton. The remainder of your trip is sullen, but uneventful, as you pass through the dwarven settlement of Waverock and the human fishing towns of Angler and Splitrock. By the end of the fourth day, you and your small wagon train arrive at the city of Seaton.
Seaton is a military town through and through. At the close of the Great War, King Skotti of Keoland ordered an increase of his naval presence in this area in an effort to ward off the slaving ships of the Hold of the Sea Princes. As such, the traditionally fishing and farming community has seen itself change, growing ever larger to support the burgeoning militia presence. Her East gate stands open, and you can see the bustling of trade going on even as you wait your turn to be inspected, cataloged and taxed by the towns guard.
When all is said and done, Bastion seeks out a place to host your wagons for the night, leaving you to whatever tasks you wish to accomplish. It's a good thing you arrived, too, as the sound of thunder can be heard to the east, and thick, dark clouds are visible.
It takes you a bit of time to get accustomed to working the reins, but you manage well enough as you all once again head along the coast road toward Seaton. The remainder of your trip is sullen, but uneventful, as you pass through the dwarven settlement of Waverock and the human fishing towns of Angler and Splitrock. By the end of the fourth day, you and your small wagon train arrive at the city of Seaton.
Seaton is a military town through and through. At the close of the Great War, King Skotti of Keoland ordered an increase of his naval presence in this area in an effort to ward off the slaving ships of the Hold of the Sea Princes. As such, the traditionally fishing and farming community has seen itself change, growing ever larger to support the burgeoning militia presence. Her East gate stands open, and you can see the bustling of trade going on even as you wait your turn to be inspected, cataloged and taxed by the towns guard.
When all is said and done, Bastion seeks out a place to host your wagons for the night, leaving you to whatever tasks you wish to accomplish. It's a good thing you arrived, too, as the sound of thunder can be heard to the east, and thick, dark clouds are visible.
OOC:
A bit of a cheesy flash-forward, but I'm hoping to get everyone safely to their destination. :DAug 1, 2019 4:26 am
On his way into the city, Mercival asks a guard for directions to the nearest place of worship.
Bastion, Herford, Akar-son. I know you're all tired but we can't be dragging William's remains all over hell's half acre. I shall bring him to the local place of worship and see that the old man is properly interred. If any of you would care to attend the ceremony, meet me there in two hours time and I shall have made the preparations.
Mercival heads to the church/temple/whathaveyou and inquires as to the price of basic funerary services.
Bastion, Herford, Akar-son. I know you're all tired but we can't be dragging William's remains all over hell's half acre. I shall bring him to the local place of worship and see that the old man is properly interred. If any of you would care to attend the ceremony, meet me there in two hours time and I shall have made the preparations.
Mercival heads to the church/temple/whathaveyou and inquires as to the price of basic funerary services.
OOC:
Can I assume Mercival has had a long rest between the bandit fight and arriving at Seaton?Last edited August 1, 2019 4:35 am
Rolls
Investigation Check - (1d20)
(3) = 3
Aug 5, 2019 8:07 pm
Mercival
The primary deities here in Seaton seem to be water-god related, with a medium-sized temple dedicated to Procan located down near the port. Others you discover are dedicated to Merikka, Atroa, Sotillion Wenta and Telchur the agriculture and gods of the seasons. While St. Cuthbert is worshiped, there is no formal edifice dedicated to him here in the city.
The primary deities here in Seaton seem to be water-god related, with a medium-sized temple dedicated to Procan located down near the port. Others you discover are dedicated to Merikka, Atroa, Sotillion Wenta and Telchur the agriculture and gods of the seasons. While St. Cuthbert is worshiped, there is no formal edifice dedicated to him here in the city.
OOC:
Yeah, definitely has been a long rest period. Also, sorry I didn't post Friday. I flew to Chicago and left my laptop home. I'm getting caught up now.