War of the Lost Kingdom

Aug 30, 2019 7:28 am
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The city of Vyrissium
10th of Fen, 4E219
Standing on a large peninsula composing the mouth of the Sea of Dragons, Vyrissium stands as a stepping stone to the eastern lands from the water. It also serves as a gate to the Wildlands, and as such it is heavily guarded as a city. Being one of the biggest major cities in the northern lands, it stands at a population of over five hundred thousand. The plague of the north has not reached this city yet, thanks to the security and prevalence of forts in the surrounding area. However, it does serve as a staging ground for assaults against the menace, which push the population up ever higher with scruffy mercenaries and fortune seekers.


Walls sit along the thin streets that wind up the peninsula, creating a sense of isolation even if the streets bustled with activity. Breaks in the walls serve as spaces for the buildings, with some built on top of one another. The buildings were cut from opalescent stone, and Doric Columns serve as an incredibly common motif. The smells vary from the salt of the sea to the common smells of the land - namely rosemary and the cold brace of snow, in all but the summer months. Of course, being populated, human scents also invade. From the foul to the alluring, with the smells of warm heady bread, understated spices, and sharp roasting meat mixing with sweat, blood, and bile - as well as smells even less savory.
A large cart laden with travelers rolls into the city gates, led by tired-looking soldiers and even more exhausted looking horses. This is what is called a Mutomica - a caravan meant to ferry soldiers long distances. However, this mutomica carries a different load - that of the sellsword kind. For this issue is so alarming to the peoples Kingdom, that the soldiers that are not involved in the Andrallan and Tiermish wars that currently rage to the south or assigned guard to major cities perform this thankless task. As the large, wooden structure on wheels creaked to a stop, various mercenaries of all shapes, sizes, genders, and dispositions began pouring out - directed by soldiers to a specific area. The last off the mutomica stepped down, one by one...


[ +- ] CURRENTLY SUSPENDED
Aug 30, 2019 1:58 pm
A thin human woman with cool porcelain skin steps off the mutomica. Tinges of pink shade her lips and the outer corners of her eyes, while wire-rimmed reading spectacles sit low upon the bridge of her nose. Her black hair is tied back into a short bun, leaving the remaining length cascading down her back. Ornaments of gold and ivory are affixed to thin braids that hang before her ears, the only jewelry that seems to adorn her person save for the loop of woven cord around her wrist, with threads of reflective gold shimmering between red strands.

Contrary to the rough-and-tumble look of rugged sellswords, she carries a refined appearance in her meticulously-arranged and layered attire. Her golden brocade robes are edged in a deep vermilion and fold at the waist under a wide sash, and the long sleeves practically hide her gloved hands. A diaphanous outer robe lies open with threads of quicksilver coursing down her arms like falling rain. Underneath these robes is a layer of white silk that rises high upon her neck, pinned at the collar with tortoise shell.

She is geared for travel, though it is apparent that she hasn't done much of it. She slings a small chest of black lacquered wood and gold decoratives over her shoulder, the newly-bought case still possessing the polished sheen of having been on the shelf instead of the wild. A bedroll and blanket are rolled tightly between the long handles, and a coil of rope is draped over one side.

Perched upon the chest is a tiny burrowing owl with long legs. His mottled brown and white feathers ruffle as the chest is jarred with motion, and his yellow eyes are half-lidded with indifference.

"We are here, Hu," the woman says to the owl, her voice toned with the clarity of a mountain spring. "Xiao Zifu has arrived in Drathis."
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Aug 30, 2019 2:10 pm
...too busy nursing his hangover, Docanter Balanitis overshoots the last step and falls flat on his face.

Picking himself up and dusting himself off he mutters a few expletives and then shouts some more at a couple laughing civilians.
He's a human, standing around 5' 10" and weighing around 130 lb, not much of it muscle. He looks to be in his early 30s with a weathered pale face, dark black hair and a short beard below a modest handlebar mustache. His build implies he's better off leaving the adventuring to other taller, larger men; but his dark eyes tell the story of a man that would fight death itself, regardless of the outcome.

Scale mail armor covers his torso and lies underneath a long black travelers cloak with a kite shield strapped to his back. The shield bears the symbol of Thotan, God of Life and Death: a sickle crossed with the wing of a bird. His backpack is slung over one shoulder and appears to have rope and a flask secured to the sides. As he stands up on his well worn boots, his Onyx gemstone necklace pops out from underneath his armor, gleaming dully in the sunlight. A flat affect returns to his face as he begins to move along these familiar streets.

"I forgot how much I hate this place...too many people." he mutters in a deep, gruff baritone.
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Aug 30, 2019 2:44 pm
The mutomica slews to a halt, and after the other two passengers, emerges a muscular and tall human woman with strong long limbs. She stands over six foot in height. Her long pale blonde hair is braided in two pigtails. Her cold blue eyes survey the scene like a predator sizing up her prey. The parted plaits frame her face with features typical of the wild tribes inhabiting the frontier north of Vyrissium: a fair complexion with high cheekbones, a thin nose, full lips and a strong square chin. She is young, no more than nineteen winters though her expression is grim and her tanned face bears the mark a lifetime exposed to the harsh elements of the wilderness.

Her armaments betray her as a warrior: clad in a worn chainmail shirt (likely looted from some battlefield); a longsword in its scabbard hangs by her left hip from a leather baldric across her chest; in her left hand she carries a red painted round wooden shield with a central metal boss and rimmed in rough rawhide; across her back a simple hunting bow with a deer hide quiver, from which pokes white fletched arrows; tucked into the belt at her slim waist is an exotic looking dagger with a curved blade; she clutches a sharp-pointed throwing javelin in her right hand; her iron spangenhelm is perched atop her overstuffed pack, which is strapped across her strong back.

Under her armor, the woman is clothed in a red woolen tunic, and dark brown leather pants tucked into knee high boots. Over all of this she wears dark hooded cloak pinned at her right shoulder with a simple copper pin.

Standing proudly, she raises her chin and calls out almost as a challenge "I am Greta Ingvarsdottir."
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Aug 30, 2019 4:48 pm
A young halfling has been traveling on the roof. He climbs down and then upon a nearby crane. A bit later, a big dog, a mastiff, has been lowered down from the roof.

Some local workers confront him for using their crane.
Gentlemen, you don't scare me, I have faced much bigger opponents... he tossed his green cloak over his shoulder, revealing a strutted leather armor with a big hunter crest on the shoulder. A pistol is visible on his belt and the hilt of a sword, pokes up at his back.
... And I still stand. So will I in a few moments, but if you do, is dependent on your next action.
The workers faulters, this halfling don't act like other halflings. He staired down several men twice his size. They mumbles something about asking next time and they part ways.
Come on Snubbs, let's go. The gear packed dog, follows it's master.
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Images will be added, and grammar corrected when I am on a PC
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Aug 30, 2019 6:10 pm
"We are here, Hu," the woman says to the owl, her voice toned with the clarity of a mountain spring. "Xiao Zifu has arrived in Drathis."

The nearest guard -a lean looking man with a thin build looked over at Xiao Zifu in quiet appraisal. He, like the other guiding hands for the motley crew, wore the telltale armor of official Drathian military, a segmented Lorica colored in red over black scale. His hair was messy, and eyes bloodshot.

"Of course you're in Drathis," he barked half heartedly. "Nearest country's more than a month out in usual travel. Now, get down the line, all of--"

He was interrupted by a hard, loud announcement from an armor clad and hooded woman staring the guard down behind Xiao Zifu, towering over her much as a tower over a castle.

"I am Greta Ingvarsdottir."

The guard looked over at Greta, and while he was clearly a hardened soldier, he looked both taken aback and somewhat intimidated by her presence.


As if in punctuation, a loud thump sounded from the stair steps of the Mutomica. The heavy clang of wood hitting scale and body hitting dirt deepened the quiet.

Then there was laughter from onlooking citizenry. The punctuation in this case being an otherwise unimposing man that was heavily armored and garbed in some religious marking, began very sacrilegiously bellowing at the citizenry which only heightened the laughter. He stumbled past the other two as he gained his footing, and began muttering to himself about his hatred of the city as he took the lead.

The guard, holding back laughter himself, waved the other two on. "Come now, we'll get you all registered and sorted."
The entire spectacle was visible to Johan Silversmith from a higher elevation. It seemed this may be the place to go to benefit from the country's support of the fight against the plague.
Aug 30, 2019 6:40 pm
A tall, slender human, hanging right around six foot and a hundred and seventy pounds drops down to the ground. His boots have silver spurs, his clothes are a courtier's finery, his gloves are finely stitched leather with a silk shirt under his fine, hunter green coat. Long, scarlet hair hangs free in wavy tumbles down to his hips accentuating delicate features, making it unclear if he's a effeminate man or a masculine woman in men's clothes.

At his belt are two rapiers, one on each side, with a crossbow slung over his back. With a smooth, languid motion he sets a wide-brimmed hat on his head, running his fingers over the brim to straighten it. One hand reaches back to haul a bag out of the wagon, the right one dropping to rest casually on the hilt there. As he takes a moment to look around the city he starts to whistle quietly, a slow, mournful song.
Aug 30, 2019 6:41 pm
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Damn, any writers here? You guys are talented
Aug 30, 2019 6:52 pm
The guard gave a last look at the new arrival, grimacing at the finery with a look not unlike one of disbelief. "This way, m'lord," he gruffly ordered. It was unclear whether his tone was deferential or not, as it was steeped in routine. His grimace deepened as the man started whistling. He took a few steps to the Mutomica, squinting into the dark interior made darker by the forebodingly high noon sun. Satisfied that nobody else was aboard, he began to close the back with a pulley mechanism.
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I agree, fantastic description so far on everybody. If you're not writers you should be! (I know I'm not a writer xD)
Aug 30, 2019 7:51 pm
Oh, are we 'ere? I step out of the cart, my stubby legs having difficulty. I readjust the crossbow on my wrist and high five my mage hand, named Palmer. What are we doing 'ere again? Can't remember. The black leather armor i'm wearing is clean and perfect, I pull up my hood and glance around at the other rabble I'm around. Anybody up for a card game? I ask, pulling out a deck and shuffling it.

If you look close enough, you'll see a dagger in each of my boots, right below where my rapier hangs off of my belt. I notice a tuft of my jet black hair poking out from my hood so I make sure to tuck it back under.
Aug 30, 2019 8:01 pm
"Oh, are we 'ere?"

The guard witnessed this halfling stepping out from the lowering door of the Mutomica, and stopped it abruptly, being half yanked upward from the momentum. The guard landed with the clank of chain, and gaped at the arcane hand floating in nothing.

He readjusted the crossbow on his wrist and high fived the disembodied hand. "What are we doing 'ere again? Can't remember." chirped the halfling.

The soldier responded with a sputtering noise and an expeditious retreat from the being that seemed to have a disembodied spectral hand as a pet. The crowd went deathly quiet, and the tension of everybody staring at the halfling was palpable.

The halfling pulled up their hood and glanced about. "Anybody up for a card game?" he asked, pulling out a deck and shuffling it. The only noise in the area was the squall of a hawk far away. The halfling pushed a tuft of hair into his hood in a brazen lack of concern.
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The way we'll be handling this is turn by turn. The order that everybody has entered this game will be their post order. The post order changes on initiative rolls, and the order remains that way until the next initiative roll. This is to ensure everybody gets a fair shake at responding to something and the group doesn't move on without them. However, if a day passes without a post, you'll be skipped in the order(I will notify if somebody is skipped) and will have to wait until your next turn. During that time, it's assumed you are part of the group, just not doing anything but following or remaining in the background. Does that sound doable to everybody?

Current post order:
Xiao Zifu
Docanter 'Doc' Balanitis
Greta Ingvarsdottir
Johan Silversmith
Ian Maxwell
Finnan 'Finn' Greenbottle
Aug 30, 2019 8:21 pm
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sounds fair!
Aug 30, 2019 8:33 pm
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Soooo are we in 'magic is rare' territory or in 'burn the witch' territory? Or are they just grossed out because there's a hand floating about?
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Aug 30, 2019 8:36 pm
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Sounds good.
Aug 30, 2019 8:38 pm
Cep100 says:
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Soooo are we in 'magic is rare' territory or in 'burn the witch' territory? Or are they just grossed out because there's a hand floating about?
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Magic is rare for the area, bordering on burn the witch for some. The only place magic is truly common in any capacity is Andral. Be careful with slinging dat magic!
Aug 30, 2019 9:25 pm
Zifu smiled politely as she stepped clear of the departing travelers. Noting the pall upon the crowd and their reaction to the arcane display, she kept her own hands to herself as she walked up to the guard to call his attention.

"Excuse me, sir?" she said, conveniently placing herself so that the guard would need to turn his eyes away from the spectral hand. "You mentioned a registration, yes? I'm sure you've been working very hard and are looking forward to a nice day's rest, so perhaps we should complete our business."

As if to continue her conversation with the soldier, Zifu said with an embarrassed laugh, "I, too, am quite tired from travel. I must admit that this is perhaps the first time I've managed to stand still since entering Drathis, and everything in the past few weeks has been quite a blur.

"Of course we are in Drathis. I meant to say that we have finally arrived at our destination, Vyrissium, as it is known. I thank you for your correction."


Inwardly, Zifu certainly bristled at her initial slip of words and considered the disheveled guard beneath her nose, but deigning acquiescence to the man's authority was a reasonable gesture, particularly for her first visit to the country.
Aug 30, 2019 9:45 pm
The soldier nodded slowly as she spoke. "Yes, well. It's of no consequence, miss."

He pointed toward a large fort sitting on a hill in the distance, encompassed on all sides by houses. "Head to Fort Sadri. Follow the mercenary sigils and guiding hands." His finger moved downward as he spoke, pointing to various soldiers under flags bearing a coin and a helmet. They herded the now distant passengers up the street. His eyes kept flicking between her and the halfling as he spoke; he was very clearly unnerved by the display.



Citizenry stood upon the street walls fifteen feet up at the shortest, looking down upon the company of gruff, armed strangers. There was talking, laughing, and popcorn being thrown down. This was clearly an event for the common folk.
Aug 30, 2019 9:51 pm
Doc keeps quiet, eager to get a move on. He melds with the rest of the crowd of sellswords waiting to be processed; but keeps a watchful eye on this practitioner of the arcane and his floating hand
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Palmer. I get it XD
Aug 30, 2019 11:12 pm
Greta takes the lead as she moves to the front of the group with long strides. She looks back over her shoulder to her fellow mutomica passengers.

As a careless popcorn kernel lands on her shoulder from the peasants above on the ramparts, Greta shoots the offender a withering glare.
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Aug 31, 2019 3:43 am
The popcorn throwers - two younger looking twin girls, both gaped in unison. One backed away from the wall out of view, and the other called at the first with something unintelligble but clearly insulting. Soon, the second twin left the wall too.
Aug 31, 2019 5:15 am
Johan covers his armour and weapons again with his cloak and hangs back a bit to overhear gossip about the arcane "event".
After some time, he mounts Snubs and catch up with the rest.
[ +- ] snubs
[ +- ] Johan
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ups, it's only +2 on perception
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Rolls

Perception, picking up gossip - (1d20+3)

(19) + 3 = 22

Aug 31, 2019 6:17 am
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Aug 31, 2019 4:14 pm
At the sight of a spectral hand casually being displayed about Ian scowls darkly. His freehand moves from his sword hilt to the stock of his crossbow before the guard's words pull his attention away. He nods to the guard, holding up his gloved hand before removing it and displaying a signet ring for him to examine.

"I'm here ta take command'a my unit." His voice is roughened honey, pegging him, finally, as decidedly male with its lustrous baritone. His words are, of course, complete bullshit but he's got the papers and appropriate documents to peg him as a minor noble and, obviously, deserving of an officer's position. His accent is more rural and though it has the gravitas of someone trained well in public speaking, it has a lyrical roll to it.
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Rolls

Deception w/Advantage - (1d20+4)

(10) + 4 = 14

Deception w/Advantage - (1d20+4)

(17) + 4 = 21

Aug 31, 2019 6:03 pm
The guard takes the signet ring and starts peering at it with a critical eye. Satisfied, he hands it back. "Thank you, Lord. For now, head down with the main force until you reach the fort. There, ask for legate Cassium. I apologize for any issues. We don't usually receive those fit for command by common means."

He took a disciplined salute, clacking his heels together and pointing his right arm to the ground in front of him. He crossed his left wrist atop the inside of his right elbow, palm inward and fist clenched.
Aug 31, 2019 8:12 pm
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Does everybody want to move forward to the fort or is there something left to say?
Aug 31, 2019 8:34 pm
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I'm good to keep going!
Aug 31, 2019 8:56 pm
The scarlet haired man snapped a salute back, responding to his comment about his unusual arrival with a friendly, "A'course! I'm not so important as ta think I'll be away from the action. Had ta see who I'd be workin' with!" He nods to the man and heads down the road to find the Legate in question.
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I am good for moving ahead with the story as well.
Aug 31, 2019 9:21 pm
Xiao follows the procession to the fort.
Aug 31, 2019 9:34 pm
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Just waiting on Finn to see if he has anything he wants to do.
Sep 1, 2019 2:18 am
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We'll just continue for now since I'm itching to keep going xD
As the procession was led through the streets by the guiding hands, it became increasingly clear that most of these mercenaries were very eager. As such, the short delay and following spectacle had given the bulk of the crowd a big lead on their way to the destination. As they got closer, the main grouping seemed to be getting further and further away.

The gates of the fort loomed large over the procession of mercenaries. However, the stragglers could only just see the last mercenaries struggling inside as they crested the hill. One soldier near the foot of the gate began blowing a horn in mournful tones, and the gates began to slowly close. The soldier did not seem to be looking their way, and others upon the walls seemed uninterested in the straggling sellswords.
Sep 1, 2019 2:51 am
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uh oh so we got locked out?
Sep 1, 2019 2:58 am
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Maybe. *shrug* I think I'll rescind the turn rule excepting combat. If it becomes an issue, we'll figure something out.
Sep 1, 2019 3:25 am
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how far away is Doc from the gate? He might shout at the guards to hold it open
Sep 1, 2019 3:38 am
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Sep 1, 2019 3:48 am
Doc rolls his eyes. Great, another setback.
He strides past Greta and casts his voice out to the guards at the gate.
Hey! There's still sellswords out here, keep the gate open!
Sep 1, 2019 4:26 am
The guard at the gate peered out toward the yelling man. He almost leisurely brought his horn to his lips and gave two short bursts on the horn and looked up toward the gatehouse above the gate. He held his hand up toward it in a 'stop' motion. The gate slowed to a halt as it nearly closed, but did not rise.
Sep 1, 2019 4:43 am
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Sorry. Weekends are hard posting days for me.
I follow the others. Casual disappearing and reappearing Palmer, not caring much about who likes magic.
Sep 1, 2019 6:38 am
Zifu secures her travel chest close to the side of her body as she quickens her pace, giving a gracious nod to the indifferent guardsman when she can.
Sep 1, 2019 7:02 am
Johan on Snubbs launches towards the gate at full speed. Calmly he speaks to the guard. You got plenty of arms and legs on the inside. But you have a problem that you have invited professional Hunters to solve. Then closing the gate in their faces, will not get your problem solved.
As an after though he adds. ... Or ensure that Hunters answers the call next time you got a monster problem
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yes, he is pronouncing hunters with capital H
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Sep 1, 2019 7:49 am
The soldier looked down at Johan, blinking a few times, open mouthed. "Is that a little person on a dog?" he asked existentially, and he continued by looking toward the rest of the oncoming group. "N-now, we didn't know there were more, it ain't our fault you split from the group. And whaddaya mean 'professional' hunters? We don't need wolves killed." He'd obviously missed the distinction between hunters and Hunters.
Sep 1, 2019 8:24 am
He moves his cloak to reveal the hunters crest. I don't do wolf's.... I do werewolfs
Sep 1, 2019 8:33 am
The soldier peered at it, before realization dawned. "Oh... Oh, you're a Hunter. There's a few of you around already. All afield I'm afraid, but thank you for coming regardless. We need all the help we can get." The soldier gave Johan a lazy salute, nodding at Zifu as she passed. "Go with the others, sir, and you'll be sorted into a unit."
Sep 1, 2019 10:56 am
Hunters, tribal warriors, spellcasters...this plague really is attracting all sorts of rare and powerful people he thought.
Interested in seeing the rest of them and what lies beyond the gate, Doc squeezes through the gate, closes his eyes and murmurs quietly to himself in a language wholly alien. His onyx gemstone shines dimly underneath his armor and he opens his eyes to survey the people and the land before him.
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I'm gonna cast guidance on myself and roll perception to see what's beyond the gate and what other kinds of sellswords are around that we'll be dealing with

Rolls

Perception - (1d20+5)

(12) + 5 = 17

Guidance bonus to perception - (1d4)

(1) = 1

Sep 1, 2019 11:32 am
"Leave the poor man be," Ian says with a quiet grunt of irritation. "He's got no control'a the situation." The dirt crunches under his boots as he steps up to the gate and waits for the stragglers. One hand goes to grip the underside of the gate as he turns to face the men and women still approaching, gesturing for them to catch up. He exerts no force on the gate but as the wind picks up, it tosses his wavy red hair around him, giving the impression that he's personally holding up the gate to allow others to pass through. It's staged perfectly to create a sense of drama, a hint of the epic and that's really the point.
Sep 1, 2019 11:41 am
Greta walks unhurriedly through the gate with a stiff posture and her chin thrust forward. As she reaches Ian, ‘holding’ the gate open, her otherwise stern countenance shifts to a wry smile. "So strong!" she remarks, passing into the citadel.
Sep 1, 2019 11:57 am
The young man gives Greta a wild grin back, full of good cheer and sly wit. Winking he remarks back, "Aye, I'll go ta any lengths ta hold'a door open fer'a lady." He nods to Xiao as well as she passes, his sly grin still on his face, "Well, hello there." It seems entirely plausible that this entire excursion of his was conceived of, planned and executed for the sole purpose of hitting on women. That seems plausible based on his expression.
Sep 1, 2019 6:09 pm
Xiao Zifu seems to believe that Ian's comment is directed to someone else, as she continues forward through the gate without acknowledgment.
Sep 1, 2019 7:10 pm
As the group entered the fort through the gate, they came upon a courtyard. The courtyard itself was rather unimpressive; it was a giant, unadorned square with several budding cedar trees strewn about. At the far end of the court yard was a set of staircases laid perpendicular to the entrance, leading up to an elevated landing. On the lower level, it was laden with bustling men and women chatting and boasting in rough lines toward two tables. At the ends of those tables, two very bored looking men in plain clothes of Drathis - with popped collars and wide sleeves - sat asking questions, then giving the mercenary they interrogated slips of paper and directing them from there, usually behind them toward the landing. The line was going rather quickly, but there was still a fair few sellswords remaining. A soldier near the entrance directed the group into one line or the other as they came in.


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Sep 1, 2019 7:25 pm
Johan dismount his dog and walks up and stand in the assigned line.
He unclasp his green cloak, each clasp is shaped like a horned helmet
[ +- ] clasps design
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Sep 1, 2019 7:46 pm
Greta looks at the lines and the tables with a glance over her shoulder at her erstwhile companions from the munimica and indicates with a nod of her head for them to follow her as she ignores the two lines and boldly walks to the right table.

"I am Greta Ingvarsdottir. These little ones ..." she indicates the party from the munimica, especially pointing Ian out with her javelin "... are with me."
Sep 1, 2019 7:46 pm
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Doc will follow suit, grooming his already messy hair with his gloved hands in an attempt to look at least somewhat presentable in front of his evaluators. He scowls a little at Gretta for her claim of ownership upon the group....but he also doesn't want to wait in these lines.
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Sep 1, 2019 7:52 pm
Zifu idly clutched her case as she waited in one of the two lines, unaware of Greta's inclusion.
Sep 1, 2019 7:55 pm
As Xian ignored him entirely, Ian's expression only grew more pleased. "I do love bein' ignored . . ." he mutters quietly under his breath as he follows the others in, making sure nobody is left locked out. He's been locked outside more than enough times to give him a distaste of it. Like, four times.

In the courtyard, Ian takes a moment to examine everything with a critical eye, specifically the quality of the soldiers and the stone work of the keep, trying to figure out how difficult it would be to climb it without a rope. After a few seconds of examination he moves towards the table as well. Raising his hand, he again shows off the glint of gold on his hand, a signet ring that, by all accounts, pegged him as a member of a minor noble house on the far side of the Empire. "Legate Cassium, if'n y'would please."
Sep 1, 2019 8:07 pm
The man at the line that was invaded, currently talking with a large, bald mercenary that had more scars than skin and no shirt on, stopped short as he looked over. He listened to Greta blankly, looking boredly at who she pointed out. Then, when Ian approached, with the signet ring clearly recognized, he straightened up. "Oh, y-yes, m'lord. Please go up the stairway behind me and take the far left portal. Go to the top of the posterior tower." He then glanced at Greta. "Is... she your bodyguard?" he guessed.


To the more socially respectable of the group, the line with the hold up was thankfully opposite the one of Xiao Zifu and Johan Silversmith. But the line Doc was sorted into ground to a halt.

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Sep 1, 2019 8:17 pm
FUUUUUUUUUUUUU
Sep 1, 2019 8:19 pm
Greta answers the functionary with a grim nod. "And the others too, those little ones (the halflings), the sad looking man (Doc), and the girl with the bird. (Xiao)" She points out the party members with her javelin and waves them over.
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Sep 1, 2019 8:25 pm
DM_MD says:
FUUUUUUUUUUUUU
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Was that IC? xD
The man looked at the characters as Greta pointed them out. He looked at Ian, raising his eyebrows as if to affirm she wasn't insane.
Sep 1, 2019 8:39 pm
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Maybe not literally but pretty close lol
Sep 1, 2019 8:41 pm
Doc looks relieved and takes the opportunity to join the towering woman.
Sep 1, 2019 8:45 pm
He sighs, giving a helpless shrug, "I'm on a budget." He shakes his head, keeping his amusement bottled up on the inside. "A'course," the redhead's voice takes on a more serious tone, if they misbehave, I'll be sure ta handle it." He nods to Gretta with a commanding tone, perfectly pitched to inspire obedience. "Go'n get the others. Haul'em over if'n they give you issue."
Sep 1, 2019 8:51 pm
Johan rises and eyebrow and is now not only watching the halfling Spellcaster, but also the humans that is talking about him.
He is not treading in any way, just paying attention
Sep 1, 2019 8:55 pm
"Thank you, M'lord," he said, turning back and continuing to ask the sellsword questions about his country of origin,weapon of choice, and other more boring questions.
Sep 1, 2019 9:10 pm
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Are the other party members besides Doc coming over?
Sep 1, 2019 9:11 pm
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Oh I'm coming over if I'm allowed xD I don't want to be stuck in the line going nowhere
Sep 1, 2019 9:16 pm
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Yes. You can come over if you like or sit tight.
Sep 1, 2019 9:56 pm
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Sep 1, 2019 10:02 pm
A not so subtle look of concern spreads across Doc's face as he finally makes it to the rest of the group, but as soon as he looks up from the ground at the others, his attitude returns to that of stoicism.

Welp, we're all here lets go. he says in a low but rushed tone
Sep 1, 2019 11:12 pm
OOC:
Is everybody else approaching Ian, Doc, and Greta?
Sep 2, 2019 3:09 am
Zifu looks up and down the line to see if there are other "girls with birds" present. Surely the rough woman wasn't referring to her, right?
Sep 2, 2019 3:35 am
Zifu purses her lips as she investigates the crowd.

Rolls

Investigation - (1d20+5)

(17) + 5 = 22

Sep 2, 2019 4:11 am
While there were no women with birds in the crowd, there was in fact a woman that was idly petting a weasel on their shoulder farther down the opposing line. It seems that she is the one that is being mentioned.
Sep 2, 2019 4:33 am
Zifu remains in line, and wonders if weasels pass for birds in this region. The realization that she is pretty far from respectable civilization begins to settle in. She puffs her cheeks in growing impatience, fingers drumming upon the shoulder strap of her travel case.
Sep 2, 2019 5:23 am
Cyngi says:
OOC:
Is everybody else approaching Ian, Doc, and Greta?
OOC:
I must admit I don't see a reason for Jason to join the other
Sep 2, 2019 11:25 am
runekyndig says:
Cyngi says:
OOC:
Is everybody else approaching Ian, Doc, and Greta?
OOC:
I must admit I don't see a reason for Jason to join the other
OOC:
Hah. Fair enough.
Docanter being the only one to approach Greta and Ian, the remainder of the group chose to remain in line. With the speed of the processing in the second line, it was only moments before Johan Silversmith was asked forward.

"Name?" asked the bored processor.
Sep 2, 2019 11:48 am
Though she remains next to Ian and Doc, Greta grows impatient and calls out to her remaining fellow passengers staying in line.

"You, little man with the dog, and you little man with the hand, get over here! Hey you, the one with the bird, yes you, get over here!"
Sep 2, 2019 12:17 pm
I look up at the yelling lady. Name’s Finn, thank you very much. I walk over.
Sep 2, 2019 1:52 pm
Directed at both Greta and the processer.
Name is Johan Silversmith, monster hunter and rider in the Wild Hunt
He holds a short pause, for dramatic effect. In a much more pleasant tone, he asks: How may I help you?
Sep 2, 2019 2:02 pm
The processor writes this information down rotely. The question caused him to perk up, and he looked at Johan more fully.

"You can help by answering two more questions..." he said, looking back down at what he was writing, and oblivious of if that was meant for him or not. "Now... Country of Origin. Weapons of choice."
Sep 2, 2019 3:11 pm
Southrun
The answer is immediate, the next is given with much thought.
Weapon of choice... Wits! Rest depending on the target. If a flying beast, traps, webs and pistols is first on the list. For a melee opponent I would prefer the rapier. Blade of steel for most, silver for werewolf, cold iron for fay.... Hmmm... Could you be more specific?
OOC:
this halfling badass is so much fun right now. But I fear that I could alienate him from the rest of the group.
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Sep 2, 2019 4:38 pm
Xiao Zifu is definitely at a loss, pointing to herself to confirm that she is the target of Greta's attention. She almost feels as if the entire line has melted away from her and put her front-and-center, isolated in the vanishing crowd. She gets no help from the owl, who appears to be asleep where it stands on the travel case.

With an embarrassed smile and apologetic nods to those in line, Zifu detaches herself from her place and hesitantly walks to where Greta stands. She stops a good five paces away, toes perched precariously at the imaginary point-of-no-return. "Um, can I help you?" she asks, voice soft with uncertainty in her own question.
Sep 2, 2019 4:49 pm
The writer began boredly writing in Johan's answers, muttering as he went. "City, Southrun.... Capital of Tierm... Weapon... wits. Steel, sil..." He looked up, raising a brow. "Wait, are you a Hunter? From Tierm?"
Sep 2, 2019 5:01 pm
"It's a . . ." Ian clicks his tongue irritably. "It's a real tight budget," he says to the guards, quietly, at the apparent lack of coordination among 'his bodyguards'. "Like day old bread from the baker. Or three days." He raises his voice in vile irritation, eyes snapping with fire, "Get the fuck o'er here!" Very lordly. He rubs at his mouth, muttering to himself and to hide a smile that threatens to break the act wide apart.
Sep 2, 2019 5:43 pm
Zifu tilts her head to the side in confusion, though her expression begins to slowly change into one of offense. "Excuse me?" she states, questioning the man's tone and choice of words.
Sep 2, 2019 5:44 pm
The guard that Ian had spoken to was very uncomfortable at being whispered at by a noble. "Y-yes, m'lord." he snapped, straightening his back. When Xiao responded however, he and another couple of guards looked over, sensing impending trouble.
Sep 2, 2019 6:13 pm
What a day Doc thinks to himself as he massages his temples; still, it feels like anywhere is better than the place he had in line, though he worries the group will start calling too much attention if the situation does not smooth over
This charlatan better have some skill..
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Sep 2, 2019 6:30 pm
Greta motions Xiao over with her javelin, which the large human woman uses like some kind of pointer.
"You are here with us. Let’s go now."

The barbarian seems pleased with herself having wrangled the group over and waits for Ian’s next move.
Sep 2, 2019 6:36 pm
Zifu's expression clearly indicates that she does not agree, but perhaps now is not the best time to make waves. She takes a few tentative steps forward, not quite joining the collected group in proximity, and her eyes have questions.
Sep 2, 2019 7:33 pm
Cyngi says:
He looked up, raising a brow. "Wait, are you a Hunter? From Tierm?"
Johan grunts in the affirmative, but his full focus is on the rough looking woman, that addressed him earlier.

Oy! Javelin woman, what are you up to? We need to be briefed first. And stop wavering that weapon around, like a boy with a stick
Sep 3, 2019 2:10 am
The processor looked over at who Johan was yelling at with a thoughtful purse of his lips. "Mm. Indeed. Now, Hunter. You'll be part of Tempus Militum Tribus, same as everybody from this shipment. You are to be paid three silver talents a week at a start, with bonuses for acts of honor deemed suitable by your superiors. As for a unit, I believe that's decided upon order of registration unless otherwise requested."

He flipped the page over and pushed it toward Johan, as well as a quill and inkwell. "Simply sign there, swearing fealty to King Farenar Drathis, Twentieth of his name, and swear to abide by all of the land's laws for the duration of your employment, as well as the guidelines of the Liber ex decorum praecepta. A copy of which you will find in your belongings chest where you will bunk during your short stay here."
Sep 3, 2019 12:36 pm
With a put-upon sigh, Ian shakes his head before waving Greta back, "Forget it. I need to meet with the Legate." He looks expectantly at Doc, Finn and Xiao, "You've all been deemed important 'nough ta skip the line. Let's go." With that he turns, boots crunching the ground below his feet as he heads up the stairs to find the leftmost portal and the Legate.
Sep 3, 2019 1:07 pm
Greta looks over at Johan with a smoldering glare of barely contained fury before turning and following Ian up the stairs. She takes on her new role of ‘bodyguard’ with enthusiasm.

Greta keeps close to Ian, not letting anybody get closer than a few feet, using the butt of her javelin to ward away those who might get too close to her charge.
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Sep 3, 2019 2:18 pm
After hearing he is "Deemed important", Doc puts upon a sarcastic Who, me?? expression while Ian's back is turned and then trudges along behind him...no closer than a few feet as Greta is eager to remind him.
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Sep 3, 2019 3:56 pm
Someone say Southrun? I'm from Southrun! Or at least I used to be. I laugh and try to follow Johann.
Sep 3, 2019 4:07 pm
Currently, the two halflings: Johan Silversmith and Finn Greenbottle, are near each other. The former is answering questions from the processor in the left line. Ian Maxwell is charging up the stairs with a faux noble air, with Greta in tow in a very real, dangerous bodyguard air. Doc followed them several feet behind. Xiao Zifu was caught in the middle, not currently committing to getting back in line, or following the bigger group up the stairs.
Sep 3, 2019 4:24 pm
As long as "my superiors" don't get ideas above their station, and the understanding that this fealty is for the duration of this mission, then ok. Johan signs the page
I swear to abide by the laws of the land in honor of King Farenar Drathis, Twentieth of his name. I will not work against the kingdom or aid its enemies
Seeing that the processor is satisfied, Johan takes his instruction and follows the bigger group up the stairs. They could be trouble
Sep 3, 2019 4:24 pm
"You've all been deemed important 'nough ta skip the line. Let's go."

Zifu frowns and watches the group trudge up the stairs, mulling the words that were directed to her. She looks down at the sleeping owl on her case. "Maybe word reached here of my arrival," she says, half to herself and to the bird. "Well, I should have to say something about what passes for protocol here. Imagine, not having anyone of authority personally meet and escort a dignitary? Most peculiar."

Clutching her travel case, Zifu gives a polite nod to the processor. "This way to the person in charge, then?" she asks, seeking confirmation as she points up the leftmost stairs where the group ascends.
Sep 3, 2019 4:36 pm
The processor nods a couple of times, his line having been exhausted. "Yes, that way. What is your name, miss?" He seemed to straighten up a little as if with more purpose. Perhaps he heard what she said about being a dignitary.
Sep 3, 2019 4:47 pm
"Xiao Zifu, eldest daughter of the Xiao family," she says, giving a courtly curtsey. "The good King Rosemont VI of Morveth sends his regards, and his assistance, to the matters that trouble you." She pulls several folded and stamped documents from her case for verification.
Sep 3, 2019 6:17 pm
The processor takes the paper, looking it over briefly. He hands the paper back after he's satisfied. "I'm sorry, my Lady. We weren't told to expect any nobility today. Yet we get two..." He cast a look back to the bigger group leaving. "If we truly were expecting you, the Legate would know. I would suggest going with them at the very least. I can accompany if you're uncomfortable being in their... vicinity."


As the group headed up the stairs, the upper courtyard is revealed in its entirety. A strangely ornate stone fountain of a manticore ejecting water from its mouth and stinger stood, stretched in a roaring pose. There were several doors, two along the left wall, one in the leftmost corner, where the courtyard's wall curved. There was also one door at the back wall, and two more doors on the far right wall. The subtle scent of lavender drifted on the air, though no plants were in sight.
Sep 3, 2019 6:22 pm
OOC:
Do we know which door to take?
Sep 3, 2019 6:28 pm
Zifu nods. "Yes, please," she says, agreeing to the escort. "I appreciate how chaotic things are for you in these times, therefore no offense is taken. Please, take me to the Legate."
Sep 3, 2019 6:48 pm
The processor nods, standing. He gave an idle scratch to his short black hair as he came from around the desk. He was revealed to be wearing a Gladius, as well as the wide bottomed pants of Drathian style.

"This way, please, my Lady," he said with a small bow.

He led her up the left-most stairs, then briskly through the courtyard. He took the door closest to the stairway on the left wall.
Sep 3, 2019 6:55 pm
Greta stands at the top of the stairs with Doc and Ian and scratches her head "Ian, do you remember which door the guy downstairs told us to go through? I think he said go through a door and up somewhere to talk to your Let Gate. What's a Let Gate anyway? "
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Sep 3, 2019 7:57 pm
"Probably where they're going" Doc points to Zifu and the processor "Either way we can ask him if we're wrong"
He heads towards the door closest to the stairway on the left wall.
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Sep 3, 2019 8:09 pm
"Far left portal, posterior tower," Ian says with a small smirk. It might look arrogant, coupled with his swagger of a stride but the slender redhead paid close attention to his surroundings even as he followed the instructions the guard had given him.

"A Legate is'a govenor. So be on yer worst b'havior."
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Sep 3, 2019 8:22 pm
Greta smiles a wicked grin, flashing her fine white teeth. "I don't like goverers or let gates." She follows Ian through the door.
Sep 3, 2019 10:19 pm
The interior of the fort brought about an unnerving vibe. The halls had walls that, while initially vertical, had angular roofing to the walls - likely for stress load reasons. They were just a touch too low, causing bigger individuals to have to hunch slightly. The fort was obviously unadorned and cold, and the air had an ancient feeling to it. The stone of the fort seemed a lot different to that of the city, as if it was far older.

The processor's instruction truly would have meant nothing to the group, had he not been actively guiding them. Through the 'far left portal' excused the twists and turns he took down various hallways. He patently ignored the sellswords talking and balking the idea of having to sit still for the night, with many making plans to go out on the town and stretch out their legs. They were being led through the barracks. It was very clear, due to the cots visible through the doorless rooms on either side of them. Soon, he began up a staircase that leant to the right in a spiral. This was a very long climb. At the very end, there was a platform barely big enough to hold them all without somebody loitering on the staircase.


The processor knocked a few times on the splintered, iron banded door. "Legate Cassium, sir. We've received two nobility who wish to make their acquaintance."


A long pause. "Let them in, Ventric. Thank you."

The processor opened the door and let it swing open, waiting for the party to enter.


"I hope you don't mind standing, there's only two chairs," said the processor, more toward the 'bodyguards.'

The first thing that could be said about this room is that it was freezing. Colder than even the stone of the fort. It was lined on all sides at compass angles by embrasures, that let the wind in easily. It had a rug, and bookshelves lined actual walls. There was a desk in the far third of the room, and two comfortably overstuffed olive easy chairs in front of it.

The Legate himself was unadorned, in a coolly colored iron full Lorica. He was also wrapped in a fox fur cloak, and he seemed to have just been writing on a weighted down piece of parchment. He stood, in politeness, revealing the hilt of a sword. It had a small ruby at the very base. He was balding, older, but had eyes of a hawk.


"Welcome, welcome. It's not every day we receive nobility to assist in the lead of our merry band of paid misfits. Now... You, must be Lady Zifu. I was told to expect you, about a week from now. You're making good time."
Sep 3, 2019 10:33 pm
"I am pleased to make your acquaintance, Legate Cassium," says Zifu. She approaches the desk and stands adjacent to one of the chairs, where she curtsies and lowers her head. "King Rosemont VI of Morveth has heard of your troubles and offers his aid. I apologize for arriving earlier than expected; however, I felt it was necessary to make all due haste in my journey to Vyrissium, and I hope this does not inconvenience you.

"I avail myself to you and pledge to assist Drathis by whatever means at my disposal, with your direction."
Respectfully, she holds out her official documents with both hands for Cassium's inspection.
Sep 4, 2019 12:25 am
He looked over the documentation blankly. He smiled, handing it back. "Well, the king certainly welcomes the help. Now, I heard that there were two nobles...?" He looked searchingly between the other members that stood in his office.
Sep 4, 2019 1:01 am
Greta, standing behind her charge, nudges Ian a little too hard, practically shoving the charlatan forward.
OOC:
the colored text is hard to read. Black is a lot easier on the eyes.
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Sep 4, 2019 1:24 am
The young human goes forward, reaching into his coat to pull out a bundle of papers from his jacket. They are bound by ribbon and sealed with wax. The wax is marked with various signets and seals and inside are papers registering him for travel, a notation of his lineage, that of a minor family from the rural outskirts of the Empire and finally a request for a officer's commission. "I believe you'll find these in order." The young man's stance has taken on a more noble bearing, calm and relaxed before a man who is his superior in rank but lesser in social strata.
Sep 4, 2019 1:29 am
The legate broke the seal and opened it, giving it a hard look. While he was looking it over, he sat back down.


"Why did we not hear of your impending arrival?" he asked guardedly as he inspected the seals. He seemed to be looking especially closely at them.

Rolls

Investigating documents of lineage for authenticity - (1d20+4)

Sep 4, 2019 2:05 am
OOC:
If it matters, those are the ones provided by the character background. Is that 1d20+4 a roll you want -me- to make or is that a roll the Legate is making?
Sep 4, 2019 2:30 am
OOC:
it's the one he made. I hid the result because suspense. BUT, I will say the DC for fully forged documentation inkeeping with that trait is pretty dang high. He'd have to be a hoity toity nobility sleuth to sniff anything out.
Sep 4, 2019 2:39 am
As the legate looks over Ian's documents, Doc saddles up next to his 'master' and places a hand on his shoulder, whispering under his breath the syllable needed to cast his deity's guidance
OOC:
Doc casts Guidance on Ian, he can add 1d4 to his next skill check
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Sep 4, 2019 4:30 am
Johan have been standing outside the room, but steps in as he hears spells being cast within the Lord's room
OOC:
Doc, you need sorcerors metamagic subtle spell casting to cast spell descreatly. Otherwise, magi are cast in a clear voice
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Sep 4, 2019 4:39 am
With a irritable scowl, Ian shoos at Doc. "I don' need yer blessings, priest. I know what'I did." Feeding the anger at being hovered over into his act he crosses his arms, scowls off to the side and gives a put-upon sigh. "You get -one- nun pregnant'n suddenly everyone says y'need'a few years away from home."
Sep 4, 2019 4:50 am
OOC:
What is the name of your secondary identity?
Sep 4, 2019 4:56 am
OOC:
Liam Mardelik
Sep 4, 2019 11:02 am
OOC:
oh ok my bad, in that case he probablywouldnt have done that but it's alright; he'llpass it off as some bs prayer for his master he does every day at a certain time
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Sep 4, 2019 11:08 am
When Johan enters the room, Greta scowls down at the diminutive hunter and points her javelin towards him.
Sep 4, 2019 11:34 am
When Johann enters, I follow behind. What’s going on in ‘ere?
Sep 4, 2019 1:47 pm
He hands the documentation back to Ian after standing, nodding a few time. "Well, unannounced assistance is better than no assistance. Thank you for coming, lord Mardelik." He begins opening his desk, looking around in it while hunched over. "Now... Did you skip our main processing, or did you go through that before you came up?"
Sep 4, 2019 2:44 pm
DM_MD says:
OOC:
oh ok my bad, in that case he probablywouldnt have done that but it's alright; he'llpass it off as some bs prayer for his master he does every day at a certain time
OOC:
It's okay, Ian just worked it into his act.
"It was suggested, Legate, that I not waste my time in line an come ta see you directly. I'm not sure if that soldier had'the right idea by your thoughts or not but'e seemed well convinced that I should seek you out directly." He pauses just a moment before continuing, "He'was right, a'course an I'd have sought you out even over their disagreement if'n they'd given any." He puts his hands on his hips, over the hilts of his rapiers, "But Liam Mardelik does so swear fealty an ta follow the laws'a this kingdom. My weapons'a choice are my swords or crossbow." He gestures with the papers, "An my travel papers were already spread b'fore you."
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Sep 4, 2019 3:21 pm
Johan raises an eyebrow at the raised weapon in Greta's hand and then gives a meaningful look at Legate Cassium.
No Sir, I did my processing. But this group seemed a bit too interesting, just to let wander off.
Johan can't keep a sheepish smile from his libs when he looks Greta in the eyes. I did swear to uphold the laws of this land...
Sep 4, 2019 4:29 pm
The legate nodded. He brought out several papers, noting that Johan had been processed before spreading five papers over the desk. "If you all wouldn't mind filling out these pages. I'll take care of yours, Lord Mardelik, as you just told me."

He brought out a spare quill and dipped his own in the inkwell before starting to write on one of the pages. He seemed to realize something and stopped a moment. "You can all write, can't you?" he asked genuinely. It seems he's used to that being a legitimate question.
Sep 4, 2019 4:57 pm
OOC:
Assuming they're the same questions that Johan was asked...
Zifu smiles and reaches for the spare quill, before she looks over the paperwork. She reads carefully, noting what is written therein and supplying her answers where appropriate:

Name: Xiao Zifu
Country of Origin: Morveth

Weapons of Choice:


Here, she pauses, remembering the crowd's reaction to Finnan's display. Finally, she writes:

Weapons of Choice: A keen mind for investigation, a dagger for protection.

On the back of the document, she skims the text and pauses again.

"Legate Cassium," she says, looking up at the man. "I am uncomfortable with the wording here. We both know that I am here as a diplomat under the regency of King Rosemont VI. Obviously while here I shall abide by the laws of Drathis and respect the wishes of those in authority; however, my sovereign is not yours. I cannot swear loyalty to the noble King Drathis, lest it conflict with my responsibilities in Morveth.

"May I amend this document before I sign?"
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Sep 4, 2019 6:00 pm
The legate pursed his lips for a moment, looking over. "Yes, amend that. There's a separate document for that of diplomatic nobility, but they're specially prepared and we weren't expecting you this early. I'll have to get that form to you to sign, but we'll just sign this one for now in spirit."
Sep 4, 2019 6:07 pm
Name: Docanter Balanitis
Country of Origin: Drathis

Weapons of Choice: Sickles and Divine Intervention

Doc takes a cursory look over the last paragraph then signs
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Sep 4, 2019 6:20 pm
Name: Ferruld Redswig
OOC:
My name from my charlatan background.
Country of Origin: Southrun

Weapons of Choice: Hand Crossbow and rapier if I must get close.


I look over the last bit and sign my fake name.
Sep 4, 2019 7:05 pm
Greta says to the legate "You will fill mine in too, like you done for Ian ... I mean Liam? I am Greta Ingvarsdottir. I use any weapons. I am from da North, I'll obey da laws, and swear to feel da King if he wants. You can put my name down on da back too, I don't care."
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Sep 4, 2019 7:15 pm
He nodded a moment, sliding the paper for Ian to him, and pulling another one to fill out. He stopped, though, and looked at Greta. "Ian?"
Sep 4, 2019 7:27 pm
OOC:
Definitely laughed out loud at feel da king
Sep 4, 2019 9:26 pm
"I think it's a lisp," Ian says, waving his hand dismissively. "I -hope- it's a lisp." He starts to scowl at Greta, eyes narrowing to thin points, "Otherwise -I'm- Ian, yer a 'let gate' and one or both'a us is gonna feel up the king."

He leans forward onto the desk, lowering his voice to a loud whisper, "Y'know how it is with mercs. They come in three flavors, 'skilled, cheap an sane'. Pick two. Am'I right?"
Sep 4, 2019 9:31 pm
The Legate watched the spectacle intently. When Ian leant in to whisper, the Legate politely leant back. "Indeed... Now, Ms. Ingvarsdottir, please sign here... Good."

He pushed in his comparatively utilitarian wooden chair and came around the desk. He looked between Ian and Xiao. "Now, I will guide you both to your quarters in this fort. Your... compatriots may bunk in the barracks below. Come."
Sep 4, 2019 9:38 pm
Zifu crosses out the references to fealty, then signs her name. She sets the quill back into the inkwell, steps back a bit, and clasps her hands in front of her as she prepares to follow the Legate.
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Sep 4, 2019 9:50 pm
The large woman returns Ian’s hard look and as she leans forward to sign the contract, her broad shoulder knocks into the red-haired charlatan. Taking the quill in her fist, Greta’s face scrunches in deep concentration as she scrawls her name in large block letters across the back of the document.

Each letter is painstakingly drawn, necessitating several dips back into the ink well, which results in the pen dripping ink spots across the legate’s desk and all over the paperwork.

She breaths a sigh of relief after the last ‘r’ is completed and then stands proudly admiring her handiwork.
With a nod to the legate, Greta resumes her position in the back of the room.
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Sep 4, 2019 10:06 pm
Rolling his eyes as Greta shoulders him, Ian says nothing, keeping his poise and effeminate grace until the Legate stands and announces his invitation. "It's been a journey, Greta. Bribe someone fer'a nicer bed fer yerself." He passes the tall woman a short stack of five silver coins. "Someplace with'a view."
Sep 5, 2019 12:02 am
The group headed down the tower slowly, with Legate Cassium at the head. The barracks hall was already considerably quieter than previous, and the lack of doorways made it easy to case the rooms for people as they went.
Sep 5, 2019 12:36 am
"I've not been this far north in some time. Any news or information you could spare on this Plague, sir?" he asks the Legate as he takes in the barracks
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Sep 5, 2019 12:55 am
The Legate stretches his mouth thin as he listened to Docanter. "You're all dismissed. Off you get, soldier. Find some bunks. Your work starts in our gathering at noon tomorrow." His answer was clearly dismissive, and not at the same cadence of respect as for Xiao Zifu, and to a lesser extent 'Liam Mardelik.'
Sep 5, 2019 1:04 am
Doc rolls his eyes as he goes in search for a bunk to lay his possessions. "gods I need a drink" he mutters to himself
Sep 5, 2019 1:05 am
DM_MD says:
Doc rolls his eyes as he goes in search for a bunk to lay his possessions. "gods I need a drink" he mutters to himself
OOC:
Roll me an investigate mister.
Sep 5, 2019 1:17 am
OOC:
Have the others moved on? If so I'd like to cast guidance for lil boost; if not just count the d20

Rolls

Secret Roll

Secret Roll

Sep 5, 2019 1:54 am
Greta looks for a bunk in a corner of the room. If it is occupied, she will size up it’s occupant to determine whether she will claim their bunk and displace them. Otherwise Greta stows her gear, removes her armor and lays down with her sword at the ready.
Sep 5, 2019 2:05 am
Docanter manages to find a bunk in the far wall of a room with particularly sparse sellswords. Most of the bunks look unused. He spots Greta who is walking down the opposite end of the room to the corner bunk. The bunk was occupied by a woman in a cloak of hooded green. She was using a dagger to slim down a stick, presumably to be an arrow shaft. She looks up to Greta, revealing her to have a nose ring, dark eyes, and a missing part of her lip. It gave her a ghastly perpetual sneer on her right side.

She sized Greta up. "Fre zelich es?" she asked guardedly.
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Sep 5, 2019 6:48 am
At dusk Johan is outside on a balcony, facing the sun as it descends beneath the horizon. He takes a deep breath when its still "day" and exhale at "night".

In the barracks, Johan arranges himself to sleep against a wall, together with his big dog Snubbs.
Sep 5, 2019 10:11 am
"This bunk is mine. Go find another one." she replies in Drathian. Her tone is full of menace as she sets her things down next to the bed.
OOC:
If we're allowed alternate stats for intimidation (i.e. str) then she flexes her big ass muscles and lifts up a corner of the bed (adding +5 to the roll instead of +3)
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Rolls

Intimidation - (1D20+3)

(9) + 3 = 12

Sep 5, 2019 6:44 pm
The woman stands, revealing herself to be shorter than Greta, obviously. However, she didn't seem ruffled. She made a clicking noise, and a deep growling sounded from under the bed. It sounded feline in nature. "Ve frech va la nacht, vor su veela." She pointed to a bunk in the opposite corner, where a skinny looking man kicking his feet and reading a book lay.

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Sep 5, 2019 6:56 pm
Greta moves close, leaning her nose within an inch of the archer and replies in Vatille "Flyta nu forra Iche slar i va dumskalle ... ach doda va katt "

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Sep 5, 2019 7:42 pm
There was a sharp whistle from the doorway before the altercation could get any farther.


"Oy, you two! You're comrades, so quit the shit!" said a man in Drathian Lorica and a minorly flamboyant helmet. He had an 'officery' air about him.

The woman's sneer lengthened, but she smirked, and flomped back on her bunk, calmly shaving the wood from the stick. She seemed tense, though, and the growling from beneath her hadn't stopped.
The Legate guided the two 'nobles' through the the remainder of the fort barracks, exiting them and coming back out onto the courtyard. The outside of the fort was still full of sellswords, this time discussing going out, trying to hook up, or otherwise being antagonistic. He was heading for the opposing side of the fort. "Now, you don't need to bunk here at the fort, there are a few worthwhile inns that offer more in the realms of comfort. But we provide this as a service, so we don't charge and we'll feed you."
Sep 5, 2019 7:55 pm
Greta looks over at the 'officer' and back down at the woman on the bunk before spitting on the floor. She grabs her pack and turns on her heel, making sure it knocks into the archer's carving.

Looking over the room, she spots the priest and calls to Docaster "Doc, save a bed for me!" Greta moves across the room, looking over the various occupants of the bunks as she moves to an empty bed by the wall.
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Sep 5, 2019 8:02 pm
Xiao Zifu nods politely as she follows the path through the fort. "I thank you for the accommodations, Legate Cassium," she says, smiling to show her genuine appreciation. "I look forward to experiencing Drathian cuisine in my first visit. Is there anything you might recommend?"
Sep 5, 2019 8:14 pm
"D'ya mean ta say you've no separate officer's quarters for myself or'the royal appointee?" The long haired man kept his voice pitched evenly, almost kindly sounding with his lyrical tones but the undercurrent was clear, the young noble expected more.
Sep 5, 2019 8:53 pm
I find the bunk closest to Johann and claim it. I then proceed to open up my footlocker and close it back, over and over with Palmer.
Sep 5, 2019 8:56 pm
If there's a free bed near Doc, he lazily tosses his pack onto it as a placeholder for Greta then goes back to resting his eyes
Sep 5, 2019 9:33 pm
DM_MD says:
If there's a free bed near Doc, he lazily tosses his pack onto it as a placeholder for Greta then goes back to resting his eyes
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There is a bed free near you.
Sep 5, 2019 9:43 pm
Greta's short walk through surveying other people was rather uneventful. The typical beefy man people, and equally beefy women people with various axes, swords, bludgeons, and a few spears, of decent make and mismatched but well kept armor. The exception was the man that the sneering woman had pointed to. He wore circular glasses and had short spiky brown hair. He seemed entirely unconcerned at how effeminate he looked kicking his feet around like a teenaged girl, but he looked rather tall.

Johann could be seen setting things in his footlocker at this time, and Finn was near him on another bunk.

He smiled at Xiao cordially. "We are a far cry from some of the more populous cities, but we have good food in our own right. I would try one of the trattoria near the dockside of the sea, called Fidell's. They serve some light redtail pasta for a good lunch, with your choice of wine of course."

The Legate shook his head sharply when Ian spoke. "Not at all. We have Officer's quarters, but they are a far cry from what you may be used to. An officer's position affords little luxury, as you need to be an example to whom you command."

He went in the portal on the right side of the courtyard, where the wall began to curve. He immediately cut left, beginning up a flight of stairs. "There are twenty officer's rooms, and unlike the barracks that are twenty to a room, officers are two to a room." We have thirty four officers currently staying, meaning there's plenty of room."
Sep 5, 2019 10:24 pm
Nodding, the young nobleman gives a almost exaggerated sigh of relief. "I b'lieve that'll be just fine." A wicked grin slides onto his face as he gives a tricksterish glance to Xiao, "Lemme know if'n y'hate yer roommate. We'll switch."
Sep 5, 2019 10:59 pm
"Hey Doc," Greta says as she makes herself comfortable on her bed, "got any food?" The barbarian looks back over the room to the green cloaked archer and gives her the finger.
Sep 5, 2019 11:15 pm
The archer didn't even seem to be looking. She was putting some things together and seemed to be soon to leave. The growling creature that was under her bed was atop it now. It was a scarred, large mountain lion. It was lounging, but not inattentive. It looked over at Greta, and watched her with intensity. She patted its head, mumbled a few words to it, and started her way out of the barracks. The mountain lion stayed, tail swishing.
Sep 5, 2019 11:48 pm
"Got anything strong to drink?" Doc asked, never breaking eye contact with the mountain lion.
Sep 6, 2019 2:46 am
WITH THE LEGATE CASSIUM
Xiao Zifu tries to keep mental notes on the layout of the fortress and where things are situated, mostly so that she lessens the chances of getting lost. She nods as the Legate talks about the way things are organized, and otherwise accompanies him as needed until she is shown to one of the inns where she will be staying.
Sep 6, 2019 3:42 am
CancerMan says:
WITH THE LEGATE CASSIUM
Xiao Zifu tries to keep mental notes on the layout of the fortress and where things are situated, mostly so that she lessens the chances of getting lost. She nods as the Legate talks about the way things are organized, and otherwise accompanies him as needed until she is shown to one of the inns where she will be staying.
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So she would prefer an inn to staying at the fort?
Sep 6, 2019 6:36 am
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Also, linking an image of the city. Keep in mind it's rough.
[ +- ] Vyrissium City
Sep 6, 2019 6:49 am
Cyngi says:
CancerMan says:
WITH THE LEGATE CASSIUM
Xiao Zifu tries to keep mental notes on the layout of the fortress and where things are situated, mostly so that she lessens the chances of getting lost. She nods as the Legate talks about the way things are organized, and otherwise accompanies him as needed until she is shown to one of the inns where she will be staying.
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So she would prefer an inn to staying at the fort?
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Most definitely stay at an inn, with tastes suited to her typical lifestyle.
Sep 6, 2019 7:14 am
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Actually, my bad. I don't know if I misread what the Legate said. When he said,

"Now, you don't need to bunk here at the fort, there are a few worthwhile inns that offer more in the realms of comfort. But we provide this as a service, so we don't charge and we'll feed you,"

did that mean the military was covering the cost to stay at an inn? Or was it referring to staying at the fort in the officers' quarters?
Sep 6, 2019 10:12 am
Cyngi says:
The processor...... guidelines of the Liber ex decorum praecepta. A copy of which you will find in your belongings chest where you will bunk during your short stay here."
Johan is looking for his copy of Liber ex decorum praecepta so he knows the laws, how and where they bend and where the loopholes are.

Quietly he chats with Finn
You do know that magic freak out some of these folks, right? Some already see you as conjure of "floating demons" or an Andrallan spy or war caster. Just saying...

Johan waves his hands around in a quick practiced pattern, and materialize a classic Southrun pie in at the end of Finn's bed
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Minor Illusion
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Sep 6, 2019 12:31 pm
CancerMan says:
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Actually, my bad. I don't know if I misread what the Legate said. When he said,

"Now, you don't need to bunk here at the fort, there are a few worthwhile inns that offer more in the realms of comfort. But we provide this as a service, so we don't charge and we'll feed you,"

did that mean the military was covering the cost to stay at an inn? Or was it referring to staying at the fort in the officers' quarters?
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They're covering the fort.
Sep 6, 2019 1:04 pm
Greta looks at Doc and then to the object of his attention and remarks casually "If it bothers you, I will kill it." She thinks for a minute and then answers him "No booze. Maybe we go find some food and a drink Doc?."
OOC:
How is Johan’s dog reacting to the mountain lion?
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Greta speaks with a heavy accent. Her ‘th’ sounds are usually spoken with a hard ‘d’ sound so ‘bother’ is more like ‘bodder’ ‘this’ is more like ‘dis’ ‘the’ is ‘da’ that is ‘dat.’ Her ‘wh’ sounds are spoken with a hard ‘v’ for example ‘where’ is ‘vere’ bit ‘with’ would sound like ‘wit’ or ‘wid’
Sep 6, 2019 1:16 pm
"Sounds like a plan to me"
Doc rises from his bed and joins Gretta in the search for food and something to dull his senses. There have been far too many triggering moments today, and if he can't find something to help him sleep, Doc worries it will be another night of restlessness and nightmares
Sep 6, 2019 1:32 pm
Quote:
Johan is looking for his copy of Liber ex decorum praecepta so he knows the laws, how and where they bend and where the loopholes are.
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Roll me an insight check
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"Sounds like a plan to me"
Doc rises from his bed and joins Gretta in the search for food and something to dull his senses. There have been far too many triggering moments today, and if he can't find something to help him sleep, Doc worries it will be another night of restlessness and nightmares
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Are you fellas searching within the fort?
Sep 6, 2019 1:36 pm
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If we have freedom of movement out of the fort, Greta suggests the two look for a tavern
Sep 6, 2019 1:52 pm
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yeah I think he'd prefer out of the fort as well at this point
Sep 6, 2019 2:01 pm
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Both of you roll me a good ol' investigation check.
Sep 6, 2019 2:04 pm
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Greta investigates

Rolls

investigation - (1d20-1)

(14) - 1 = 13

Sep 6, 2019 2:20 pm
runekyndig says:
Cyngi says:
The processor...... guidelines of the Liber ex decorum praecepta. A copy of which you will find in your belongings chest where you will bunk during your short stay here."
Johan is looking for his copy of Liber ex decorum praecepta so he knows the laws, how and where they bend and where the loopholes are.

Quietly he chats with Finn
You do know that magic freak out some of these folks, right? Some already see you as conjure of "floating demons" or an Andrallan spy or war caster. Just saying...

Johan waves his hands around in a quick practiced pattern, and materialize a classic Southrun pie in at the end of Finn's bed
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Minor Illusion
Let them freak out. If their scared, it gives me more power over their minds. I chuckle. I do miss that pie though.

I wave my hands an conjure the illusion of my favorite meal: A stack of pastries.
Sep 6, 2019 2:42 pm
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A Barbarian and a Cleric walk into a bar...

Rolls

Cruisin for some boozin - (1d20)

(2) = 2

Guidance - (1d4)

(4) = 4

Sep 6, 2019 3:10 pm
Johann's and Finn's displays of magic were causing clear unrest from the few sellswords left in the barrack. There were whispered talks, pointing, and very clear expressions of malintent.
Doc was completely clueless on where to find anything in this city, which could have been due to a few factors. Luckily, Greta was with him, and guided his poor, addled self through the busy streets until they came upon a tavern in an off-road that was more low key, but recommended by the people that had been asked. Sunlight reflected against the nearby window of a taller house, lighting the signage: A very sad looking mule holding a barrel that looked much to big for it. Below it, in very basic Drathian scripting wrote 'The Burdened Beast.' The front of the tavern was clearly old, but in good repair, and the door was splintered but serviceable. Nobody was outside of it, and it sounded quiet.
Sep 6, 2019 3:20 pm
"First round is on me" Doc says, trying to cover up his bewilderment over completely losing his bearings in a city he's visited several times before. He walks into the bar
Sep 6, 2019 3:32 pm
Fort Barracks

Johan stops with the food contest, when he sees that others are getting nervous.
He is looking over the rules and laws that he has agreed to navigate. He now knows the white and the black areas. What allowed and whats is not, but he also spots a few gray areas
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Rolls

Insight - (1d20+2)

(12) + 2 = 14

Sep 6, 2019 3:37 pm
Xiao Zifu looks at Lord Mardelik after his comment, then turns to the Legate. "Since I am new to your city, it would be wise to remain here under your guidance. I am honored by the arrangements, humble they may be."

Pointedly looking away from the finely-clothed man, she continues by asking, "May I have a room to myself? At least for the time being. Should more officers require lodging, I ask that my roommate be female. I'm sure you understand."
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Thanks for the clarification. Zifu will opt to remain at the fort for now, especially since she doesn't know how much it will cost to stay at one of the finer inns. Once she settles a means of possible income and knows her options, she might revisit her arrangements.
Sep 6, 2019 3:37 pm
Following Docaster in, Greta calls loudly to the first serving person she sees "You dere! Bring us de drink dat costs de most! " Flashing a mischievous grin at Doc she bellies up to the bar. "Unt bring us some foods! " she orders enthusiastically.
Sep 6, 2019 3:55 pm
Docanter sniggers at her command. Another day it may have irritated him....but he had to admit he was going to ask for the same thing anyway.
Sep 6, 2019 6:41 pm
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The door to the tavern squeaks open to reveal a sparse patronage of only around 10 people. The serving person as it were was a towering, furred Terrataur with a blackened metal septum ring. He wore serving clothes that fit him snugly, and an apron with a picture of a mule's face on it, in a trademark sad expression. He seemed to have been looking over toward one of the corners, where two hooded and mysterious patrons lay, but he looked over at the newcomers. Patrons in the bar looked toward the newcomers as well. A few conversations faltered, and a midday card game took a pause. The two patrons in the corner, however, didn't seem to care.

"Most expensive?" he asked in a slow bass, then smiled to reveal large, square teeth. "We have some Morvethi dark brandy," he grunted. "Rare. Two silver a glass."
The general nodded a few times. "I understand. We don't have a single room available, as plenty of people would also prefer to be alone. i will pair you with another female officer."

He looked over to Ian. "As for you, we'll get you sorted as well. I will need to discuss this with our housing staff, so your rooms may not be immediately ready. Leave any baggage you have here in the officers' barracks, though, and we will move everything in as we work. For right now, you have no obligations other than the meeting we hold at noon tomorrow."
Sep 6, 2019 7:21 pm
Greta looks at the barkeep with a frown "Do you not understand me?" as she knocks the bar surface twice. "Pour de drink!"

She nods her head towards Docaster "He’s got money."
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Sep 6, 2019 7:45 pm
The bull man snorts, taking a fancy looking bottle from under the bar and setting two small glasses out. He pours both to the brim with dark blue liquid.

"Four silver," he grumbles, looking at Doc.
Sep 6, 2019 8:03 pm
Doc hands over the 4 silver, raised his small glass, says "Cheers" to Greta in Muldini and waits for her to do the same before drinking
Sep 6, 2019 8:28 pm
Greta raises her glass and locks eyes with Doc. As she nods her head in thanks, the barbarian from the Wildlands replies in Vatille "Skol." Then the large woman drinks it down in one go, and places her glass back on the bar.

She motions for another round and drops the 5 silver Ian gave her earlier onto the bar. "More!"
Sep 6, 2019 8:32 pm
The taste was of blueberries and chocolate, but the burn was quite unlike anything normal. The proof was likely very, very high. The taur comparatively looked very, very happy. He scooted the silver into his palm and under the bar, and brought out the brandy. He served two more glasses. Patrons of the bar began watching with renewed interest in the people shoving silver at getting drunk. The mysterious patrons in the corner finally seemed to take notice.
Sep 6, 2019 8:39 pm
WITH THE LEGATE
Zifu smiles and nods. "Thank you, Legate. I shall situate myself accordingly." She will prepare to stow her suitcase and, depending on the time of day, will consider paying a visit to the recommended trattoria.
Sep 6, 2019 8:55 pm
Offering a small bow to the Legate, Ian nods sharply. "Understood. I'll be there w'out fail." He flashes a winning smile at the Legate and a jaunty, casual salute. Hefting his bag he nods down towards Zifu's luggage, "Y'want any help w'those?"
Sep 6, 2019 8:59 pm
Zifu's smile does not fade. "No, I can manage it quite well. Thank you for the offer, Lord Mardelik."
Sep 6, 2019 9:06 pm
I look at Johann. I’m bored. Want to go ‘ave some fun? My hand disappears.
Sep 6, 2019 9:16 pm
Fort barracks
Well Finn, I do think it high time that we learned what this plague is all about. Shall we go exploring?
Sep 6, 2019 9:26 pm
CancerMan says:
Zifu's smile does not fade. "No, I can manage it quite well. Thank you for the offer, Lord Mardelik."
"Sure!" Ian calls back, brightly, his trickster's grin growing. "I'll letcha know if'n I need any help maself." As they head down to the officer's barracks he glances over at the reserved woman, "So, y'must've fucked up bad ta be assigned this distant post or -super- important ta be trusted ta represent yer people's interests. Which was it again?"
Sep 6, 2019 9:30 pm
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Finn & Johann, what are you looking to do out in the city? Let me know so I can see what to do as far as a roll.
Sep 6, 2019 10:47 pm
Zifu decidedly does not make eye contact with Ian as they walk. She replies, briefly stumbling over a particular word, "I did not, as you said, f-uc.... ahem. I did not make an egregious error or conduct myself in any particular manner to be here. My presence is voluntary. Is it wrong to want to help a neighbor, even if that neighbor is a country?"
Sep 7, 2019 12:00 am
"Ohhh, yer important then." He chuckles lightly, "Had'a feelin' y'weren' a fuck-up, but it's polite ta ask, Y'know? Can you -imagine- how awful it'd be ta be'a total fauilure at life but people kept assumin' you was amazin'? Sounds -exhaustin'-." When they reach the officer's station he sets his things down, "Well, I suppose this's where we part ways. I' can tell yer lookin' fer'a quiet, relaxin' eve in' an I am just the biggest asshole yer ever gonna meet!
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Sep 7, 2019 12:17 am
"Perhaps," says Zifu, though in response to what is left vague. She curtsies to the other and says, "A good day to you, Lord Mardelik."
Sep 7, 2019 12:28 am
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Okay, what do the 'lord' and lady have planned for the eve?
Sep 7, 2019 12:44 am
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Ian is going to use the time to learn the tenor of the castle. What morale is like, how the common soldier is treated by the officer's and especially how the civillians are treated by the soldiers and mercs.
Sep 7, 2019 1:19 am
Gripping her second drink of rare brandy, Greta raises her glass to Docaster and turns back to face the room, resting her elbows against the bar. "To your health Doc." Instead of finishing her drink in one go, she sips it, smacking her lips and savoring the fine notes.

The Wildlander then turns her attention to the room and surveys the denizens, looking them over one by one.

Rolls

Perception - (1D20+3)

(15) + 3 = 18

Sep 7, 2019 2:59 am
Doc raises his glass slightly and nods, but ponders the state of his health for a moment...
He notices Greta taking in the scene, which reminds him of the two mysterious patrons in the corner. Before he takes another drink he decides to glance their way in particular and take them in a little closer

Rolls

Perception - (1d20+5)

(7) + 5 = 12

Sep 7, 2019 3:08 am
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Sep 7, 2019 4:46 am
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Here we go.

Rolls

Investigation - (1d20+2)

(2) + 2 = 4

Sep 7, 2019 4:58 am
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Sep 7, 2019 5:02 am
Cyngi says:
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Finn & Johann, what are you looking to do out in the city? Let me know so I can see what to do as far as a roll.
OOC:
I was thinking of explore the fort
Sep 7, 2019 6:14 am
runekyndig says:
Cyngi says:
OOC:
Finn & Johann, what are you looking to do out in the city? Let me know so I can see what to do as far as a roll.
OOC:
I was thinking of explore the fort
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Anything particular you're looking to explore? If not, just roll me a general investigation.
Sep 7, 2019 6:37 am
Walking around the fort

Rolls

Investigation - (1d20+3)

(8) + 3 = 11

Sep 7, 2019 6:55 am
Zifu takes her leave and goes to her assigned room. If her roommate is present, she makes a brief acquaintance where she introduces herself and states her business, similar to what she revealed during registration. As a gauge of her roommate's personality and a benchmark for how much magic might be used in their presence, Zifu asks if they had heard of the arcane disturbance in the processing line, and if so, what they think about it.

She settles her travel gear at the foot of her cot, inwardly lamenting the lack of silk comforters and fluffy pillows. Sitting at the edge of the bed, Zifu withdraws a small book from within her billowing sleeves, bound in ebony leather with gold decoratives reinforcing the corners and spine, and finished with a red silk bookmark sash. She flips through a few pages before settling on one with logographic glyphs written in ink, skims the contents, and returns the book to her sleeve.

When she seemingly has a private moment, Zifu unwraps the red cord around her wrist and loops it between her thumb and forefinger several times. With her other hand, she pulls and twists the loops through each other, passing the string over and under in a complex pattern. She does this for approximately 11 minutes, concentrating on a specific sequence of loops and ultimately repeating the sequence over and over. Finally satisfied with her routine, she rewraps the cord around her wrist and sweeps both her hands down her robes, as though smoothing them out.

Excusing herself from her room, Zifu takes her leave of the fort with her owl riding on her shoulder. She seeks directions to the dockside ward, specifically for the trattoria named Fidell's.
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Ritual casting Alarm on her robes, set to alert with a mental ping upon intrusion. Then it's off to dinner!
Sep 7, 2019 1:12 pm
Greta’s smile fades as her eyes lock on the two robed figures. In an instant, her expression turns to its regular grim countenance- a mask of barely contained fury. Her steely blue eyes narrow in a scowl, while her upper lip curls almost imperceptibly into a snarl.


Never taking her eyes away from the robed figures, Greta with a slow and deliberate motion sips the brandy and wipes her lips with the back of her hand. Slowly she places the empty glass beside her on the bar and then brings her right hand back up across her body to rest on the pommel of her longsword, which hangs from the utilitarian black leather baldric strapped across the barbarian’s chest.

Greta says out the side of her mouth "How about that food?" in a low growl to the Taur barkeep standing behind her.
Sep 7, 2019 1:59 pm
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I wanted to find some people to con at cards.
Sep 7, 2019 2:11 pm
Docanter notices the sudden change in disposition from Greta and puts down his full glass. He turns to face the bar, and when the bartender leaves to get the food he subtly asks "What do you see?" in a low voice
Sep 7, 2019 3:21 pm
"Those two in the corner with robes are watching." She replies, matching Docaster’s tone. She doesn’t break eye contact with the two in the corner as she speaks.
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Just read Greta’s accent in your minds... it gets tedious writing it out! 😅
Sep 7, 2019 3:37 pm
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I can't imagine xD
I know I only got a 12 on perception but can I get a general description of what they look like? Is one of them blue haired?
Sep 7, 2019 3:43 pm
SJoyner72 says:
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Just read Greta’s accent in your minds... it gets tedious writing it out! 😅
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I just don' know w't yer on about? W't accent w'd that be?
Sep 7, 2019 5:15 pm
Johann wandered around the fort to ascertain its layout or find anything interesting. As it were, he nearly got lost, and had to spend a while trying to find his surroundings. He lost most of his day, but he felt a little better at navigating the layout of the fort. It was certainly not a traditional style, or at all predictable.
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Zifu's way out of the fort was relatively peaceful at the time she left, with most of the sellswords loose in the city. The path she gleaned to the docks had a very festive air about it. It had stalls set up for various festival goods on the main streets, such as beads and masks, or packages of popcorn. Clearly this was some form of holiday, or they were just unreasonably happy about receiving violent, borderline psychotic soldiers for hire. When she finally made it to the dock district, the air smelt of fish and salt as docks do. The expanse of sea took up the entire southwestern horizon, where the sun almost made its touchdown upon. She found Fidell's with the prior instruction, and as she entered it, it gave the impression it was very high class.

The host was waiting near the door of the nearly empty trattoria. It seemed to be near closing, a place for lunch rather than dinner. Nevertheless, the waiter - a man with elegantly styled Drathian clothing, smiled at her. "Hello there, My Lady," he hazarded, "Will you be dining with us?"
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The Taur grunted noncommittally. "We're not a restaurant. We got bittong and bread." He ambled over to the other end of the bar, the ground shaking as he went ever so slightly. He rooted around in a cupboard and pulled out a wrapped parcel and a loaf of bread, setting each down with a slap next to them. "Cobalt for the lot."
Finn eventually finds a pair of officers who seemed to be off duty sitting in the courtyard, under the manticore fountain talking. They were drinking from a dark brown jug, and laughing raucously.
Sep 7, 2019 5:38 pm
With an irritated reply, Greta reminds the barkeep, "I paid you 5 silver for the last round. Take the cobalt out of that, then keep the change. "

She then asks him "Who are those two in the corner?"
Sep 7, 2019 6:04 pm
FIDELL'S
As she entered the trattoria, Hu burrowed his way into her robes to nestle in her sleeve.

"Yes," Zifu said to the host, eyes taking in the interior. "Table for one. I do not have a reservation. Will that be a problem?"
Sep 7, 2019 6:27 pm
I approach the officers. Gentlemen, gentlemen. You seem to be having a great time. Care to parlay that into some cards? I shuffle my deck and speak more eloquently than is usual.
Sep 7, 2019 6:52 pm
The Taur looked bashful, as if he'd been caught in shenanigans. He nodded, edging it forward for their access. "Don't know. They came in an hour ago and have been staring at me. Now they stare at you."

As if on cue, they seemed to rise, one drained his tankard of whatever substance he'd ordered, and they made their way out of the tavern.
The waiter smiled at her. "Not at all! We do not take reservations, so you are perfectly well here. Come along. Would you like a table near a window?" He ushered her into the establishment.
The officers stopped almost immediately in their merriment, looking at the halfling. One straightened his back, adopting an official air. "Are you a recruit from today?"
Sep 7, 2019 11:15 pm
Once the pair of cloaked figures leave the tavern, Greta relaxes and turns back to the bar opens the wrapper and inspects its contents. She rips off the heel of the loaf and then passes the rest over to Docaster.

"What are we drinking next Doc?" She asks the world-weary priest.
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Did Greta get a better look at them as they left?
Sep 7, 2019 11:23 pm
Quote:
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Did Greta get a better look at them as they left?
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Not really, as their backs were turned on their way out.
Inside the parcel were four small slabs of dried meat, and a pungent spice wafted into Greta's face as she opened it.
Sep 7, 2019 11:23 pm
FIDELL'S
Zifu smiled back. "That would be wonderful, thank you," she said, following the direction to the table. She listened patiently to the specials, keeping them in mind for later reference, and ultimately decided upon the redtail pasta. "What wine would you recommend with that?" she asked.
Sep 7, 2019 11:37 pm
The waiter smiled enthusiastically at her choice."An excellent dish. I would recommend Summerfield White. It has a fantastic pairing." He began to write her order upon a small piece of parchment. "Could I interest you in a glass?"
Sep 8, 2019 12:17 am
Beast of Burden
Doc watches the two leave and feels more at ease; another problem for another time. He slams his second drink and replies "Something a little cheaper? I wont be able to tell the difference between good and bad soon.
Two pints of ale, bartender!"
Sep 8, 2019 12:25 am
Beast of Burden
The Taur grunted again. "Kind?"
Sep 8, 2019 12:37 am
I’m here to hunt, but I don’t like to label things. I continue to shuffle the cards.
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Can I roll sleight of hand to do a fancy card shuffle trick?
Sep 8, 2019 12:54 am
I try and show off my shuffling skills.

Rolls

Sleight of Hand - (1d20+5)

(10) + 5 = 15

Sep 8, 2019 1:02 am
Finn manages to pull off shooting cards from one hand to another a few times, once through his legs, shuffling them at the same time.

The two officers looked at each other, bemused. The official one takes a swig while the sloucher pulls off his helmet to reveal his bald head. He sets it on his knee and begins tapping it. "Alright, little one. What cards are you looking to play?"
Sep 8, 2019 1:17 am
Ever played three dragon ante?
Sep 8, 2019 2:02 am
With his attempts to learn more about the fortress and the surrounding town having gone awry, Ian opts to eat in at the keep, taking advantage of the free food. Still, even while eating he tries to file away names and ranks of those around him, trying to put together a picture of who's in charge of what.
Sep 8, 2019 2:17 am
Both officers hummed. "Sure, but what's the wager?"

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Sep 8, 2019 3:05 am
Beast of Burden
"The kind you drink!" Greta says as she grabs one of the pieces of dried meat and chomps down on it, taking a large bite.

"And hurry!" she blurts out before coughing from the spice.
Sep 8, 2019 4:13 am
"HA! What she said. Long as it's good we'll take 2" he says with a wry grin. He holds up 3 fingers then quickly corrects to 2
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Sep 8, 2019 4:43 am
FIDELL'S
"That would be lovely," said Zifu, acknowledging the wine. She settled in her seat, though her back remained straight and did not touch the chair, and paused to take in the view from her table.
Sep 8, 2019 7:32 am
[ +- ] Beast of Burden
[ +- ] Fidell's
Sep 8, 2019 12:24 pm
The beer soothes the spiciness in Gretas mouth and after taking a long pull she makes an audible "ahh" before setting down the tankard.

"What do they call you?" she asks the Taur bartender before adding "I am Greta Ingvarsdottir" and offers her hand.
Sep 8, 2019 5:12 pm
FIDELL'S
Zifu acknowledged the time and picked up the glass. She held it at an angle, inspecting the color and opacity of the white wine. Tilting the glass towards her, she took a brief sniff of the aroma, then a small sip to allow the body of the wine to develop.

Satisfied, she set the glass down and waited for her meal. Her eyes took in the decor and other guests in a casual sweep of the atmosphere, before returning her attention to the view.

Rolls

Investigation on wine - (1d20+5)

(1) + 5 = 6

Perception on surroundings - (1d20+1)

(2) + 1 = 3

Sep 8, 2019 7:17 pm
[ +- ] Beast of Burden
[ +- ] Fidell's
Sep 8, 2019 11:37 pm
FIDELL'S
Zifu idly watched the fray until her meal arrived with an air of indifference. As the plate was set, she devoted her time and attention to the meal, enjoying the very small bites that eliminate any need for a napkin and savoring the experience. Every second or third bite was followed by a dainty sip of the wine, and she marveled at the enhancement of flavors.

Only after pursuing half of her meal did Zifu remember the fight at the docks, and glanced over to see if things had settled and the crowds dispersed. Regardless of the outcome, she continued to dine.
Sep 9, 2019 12:59 am
Beast of Burden
"Well met Toyacheck." says Greta to the barkeep. "Me and Doc here," she points at her drinking companion "just signed up at the fortress. What news have you heard? We’re new in town."
OOC:
fishing for rumors
Sep 9, 2019 1:46 am
[ +- ] Fidell's
[ +- ] Beast of Burden
Sep 9, 2019 1:59 am
Beast of Burden
"Wildlanders you say?!" Greta looks at Toyachek with mock fright. "Gods damn Doc, Wildlanders!" Her expression shifts to mirth as she laughs into her beer.
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Sep 9, 2019 3:01 am
FIDELL'S
"Your advice is well received," said Zifu, politely dabbing the corner of her lips with her napkin, despite the presence of nothing to dab, "as was the meal. My compliments. What is your name, sir? I shall remember this establishment for later."

She paid for her meal, leaving a bonus of 2 cobalt marks as compensation for the experience. Zifu then took the waiter's advice and graciously departed the restaurant. Her return to the fort took the same path, though Zifu kept note of anything that might have changed as the evening deepened.
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Sep 9, 2019 12:54 pm
Doc smirks "Wouldn't want to run into one of them."
He takes a long gulp of ale
His face hardens a bit "I swear, if I'm truly being sent to kill dwarves for the king..." he curses in Muldini and his face turns to cynicism "Wouldn't be surprised if the rumors are true."
OOC:
Are they still called dwarves in this world or Muldini?
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Sep 9, 2019 1:42 pm
DM_MD says:
Doc smirks "Wouldn't want to run into one of them."
He takes a long gulp of ale
His face hardens a bit "I swear, if I'm truly being sent to kill dwarves for the king..." he curses in Muldini and his face turns to cynicism "Wouldn't be surprised if the rumors are true."
OOC:
Are they still called dwarves in this world or Muldini?
OOC:
Interchangeable for most.
Sep 9, 2019 1:48 pm
Toyachek snorted. "Nobody knows anything about the plague from what I hear, so it could be true."

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Sep 9, 2019 1:54 pm
How's 1 gold work?
OOC:
So, how's this going to work, in game?
Sep 9, 2019 2:55 pm
OOC:
We're just going to do a sleight of hand roll to see if he cons them. If he fails that, we'll do competing wisdom checks on who wins fairly.
Both of the soldiers looked at each other, then burst out laughing in unison. "Gold? Are you joking?" one said through strangled laughter.

"He doesn't have gold on him," the other replied as he calmed down. He took a swig from the jug. "That's gonna be a no, little man."
OOC:
I urge looking at my currency rules.
Sep 9, 2019 3:00 pm
OOC:
I know about the currency, I was just going to try to get some out of them. I never said I had gold.
If you're not confident enough to wager so high, a silver then?
Sep 9, 2019 3:01 pm
The soldiers both frowned at each other. They seemed to be thinking it over.
OOC:
Roll Persuasion
Sep 9, 2019 3:02 pm
I keep smiling.

Rolls

Persuasion - (1d20)

(18) = 18

Sep 9, 2019 3:13 pm
Both guard shrugged at one another.

"Yeah, okay." the one with the jug said, fishing in his coin pouch. The other antes a silver almost off-hand.


Once the first man had a silver ready, he set the jug down, and they set to play.
OOC:
(Sleight of hand. You're trying to beat 15)
Sep 9, 2019 3:15 pm
Beast of Burden
"The plague is real." says Greta flatly, with a little edge to her voice. She looks down into her tankard, seemingly lost in thought, or maybe just feeling a little drunk.
Sep 9, 2019 3:16 pm
I begin dealing the cards.

Rolls

sleight of hand - (1d20+5)

(8) + 5 = 13

Sep 9, 2019 4:38 pm
Xiao Zifu returned to the fort, her steps notably quicker once the sun set. Once inside the gate, she paused to fan herself down and seemingly spoke to herself about the need for a carriage, or at least an escort, for the next time; at which her owl crawled up from out of her robes to settle on her shoulder, obviously unfazed by whatever happened and enjoying his own free ride.

Once collected, Zifu returned to her quarters to rest and prepare for the next day.
Sep 9, 2019 6:43 pm
Unfortunately, during Finn's deal, he stumbles on dealing the cards, being forced to avoid stacking them in his favor lest he be caught doing so. This round will be fair.
OOC:
Whoever has the highest wisdom roll wins the pot.

Rolls

Officer 1's wisdom roll - (1d20+1)

(11) + 1 = 12

Officer 2's Wisdom Roll - (1d20+3)

(2) + 3 = 5

Sep 9, 2019 6:45 pm
Alright boys, what do you have?

Rolls

wisdom - (1d20+1)

(15) + 1 = 16

Sep 9, 2019 7:24 pm
Finn won three silver with the superior hand.

The first officer swore and laid down his hand, while the second scratched his chin, shrugging. "Alright, fine. You take that hand."

"I'm not done!" the first guy said heatedly, fishing out another silver and slapping it down. "We're doing this again!"

The second officer followed suit. "Have the angry one shuffle this time, he'll probably do terrible." he said. He chuckled when he got slapped by the angry man.
Sep 9, 2019 7:33 pm
If we're going to go again, might as well double it.
Sep 9, 2019 7:51 pm
OOC:
Persuasion
Sep 9, 2019 7:53 pm
...

Rolls

persuasion - (1d20)

(12) = 12

Sep 9, 2019 7:55 pm
Beast of Burden
Doc looks at Greta out of the corner of his eye, watching her stare into her mug. He's 3 drinks in, but if she's finished talking he still has enough sense to leave the subject be...for now.

Rarely very hungry, Doc grabs a chunk of dried meat and takes a few modest bites.

"Bottoms up and then we head back?" Doc suggests
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Sep 9, 2019 8:19 pm
Beast of Burden
In response, Greta deadpans "I never got a chance to fight anybody, but maybe we’ll get lucky on the walk back to the fort?" Greta eats more dried meat and bread, washing it down with the tasty ale.

"Until next time Toyacheck!" she says, offering her hand again to the burly Taur behind the bar as she rises up ready to depart.
OOC:
Ready to go back to fort for long rest!
Sep 9, 2019 8:30 pm
The angry officer clucks his tongue, taking up his silver. "Bugger's just trying to get money out of us. T's your name, halfling?"

The other officer takes up his own silver and takes a swig from the jug.
[ +- ] Beast of Burden

Rolls

Secret Roll

Sep 9, 2019 8:38 pm
You can call me Ferruld. What, too afraid to play? I thought you were supposed to be the toughest, bravest, smartest soldiers in the world. But I guess that only applies to the grunts, not the officers. I put the deck in my pocket and turn to walk away.
Sep 9, 2019 8:47 pm
The angry officer grits his teeth. "Watch it, little one. We're allowed to beat insurrectionists. Especially ones who start usin' the devils arts out of nowhere."

The other officer patted his arm and said quietly, but not too quietly for Finn to hear. "Calm down, Sedrus. We are the smartest, we don't fall for con artists twice."
Sep 9, 2019 9:00 pm
As I walk away I have my mage hand wave goodbye.
Sep 9, 2019 9:03 pm
OOC:
Any other shit stirring Finn wants to do? xD
Sep 9, 2019 9:06 pm
The Barracks
"Thanks for the food and drink, Greta."
He says as they approach their room; a bit tipsy but genuine
"I am not so used to hospitality...and sometimes that is warranted. All the same I appreciate the company."
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Sep 10, 2019 12:33 am
Greta nods in acceptance of Docaster’s words "You are good company too. You don’t talk too much. I like that."

The warrior shrugs off her mail shirt and arranges her weapons strategically around her bed, slipping the dagger under her pillow and cradling her sword like a favorite doll. She casts a wary glance over to where the wild cat and its mistress were and she mutters a
curse in Vatille before closing her eyes and drifting off to sleep.
Sep 10, 2019 12:51 am
OOC:
We all good to move on to the next day?
Sep 10, 2019 1:01 am
OOC:
I'm good! Doc just does some quiet prayer before passing out, switching out lesser restoration for inflict wounds
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Sep 10, 2019 1:01 am
OOC:
Good on my end
Sep 10, 2019 2:19 am
11th of Fen, 4E219
Birds began chirping in slow waves around the fort, with the dark of night slowly being dispelled by a hidden sun. A sharp horn rang out into the crisp morning air, signalling first light. This horn was loud enough to pierce into the barracks of the fort. Shortly after the horn sounded the third time, An officer burst into the main barracks, announcing breakfast at 0500, in 30 minutes, in the dining hall. He slapped at the posts of bunks with a cudgel at random, announcing his message with the gusto of somebody overjoyed in waking people up who would rather be asleep. After a solid two minutes of his announcement as he navigated the barracks the majority of the party was in, he left to torture another room.
[ +- ] Officer's Quarters
Sep 10, 2019 2:54 am
"Fuck off," Ian grumbles before going rolling over. With his free hand he drags his long, red hair over his eyes, muttering something under his breath.
Sep 10, 2019 3:03 am
The soldier shrugged as he strapped his Lorica into place. "Your loss. Be at the noon meeting. It has to do with where your troops are being deployed."
Sep 10, 2019 6:00 am
Johan always greets the transition between day and night, but thanks to the first horn he is up greeting the transition between night and day.
He stops the guard as they paths cross.
You are an idiot! Did you have fun? Scare someone like me out of sleep like that, and there is a good chance I would have killed you by reflex. These... and with a hand wave, Johan indicates the sleeping people ...are competent problem solvers, with dangerous skill sets. Not presents for you to bully!

He returns to look at the rising sun. Now go away, before I inform your commander of his suicidal soldiers.
Sep 10, 2019 7:04 am
Zifu woke after the first horn. With eyes still closed, she spent ten minutes preparing an Unseen Servant to help begin her morning routine. She dressed herself with assistance, meticulously layering robes in practiced form. Her hair became plaited and affixed with her ornaments, and Zifu dexterously manipulated her enchanted cord for Prestidigitation to freshen up as she inspected herself in her mirror.

Leave her be, Hu, she mentally thought to her familiar as the owl hopped onto her shoulder before burrowing into her robe. It is not wise to wake a Weaver before their time. A Weaver will wake precisely when she means to.

Another eleven minutes of cord-weaving was spent as she cast Alarm upon her robes, then Zifu stepped out of her room with only her coin and her spellbook in possession. She proceeded to the courtyard and sought directions to the mess hall, marveling inwardly at how there didn't seem to be any room service.
Sep 10, 2019 12:09 pm
Greta shouted curses in Drathian, Muldini, and Vatille at the soldier when he began his banging and shouting after the first horn.

The barbarian didn’t bother with her armor or shield, and left them, along with her javelins and bow on top of her rumpled blanket.
With a comb made of elk antler, Greta removes her braids and combs out the long blond hair. Greta squints to see any nits in the tines of the comb. Once satisfied that there aren’t any, Greta gathers her long tresses into a ponytail and rises from the bed.
With practiced ease, she straps on the baldric and hangs her sword in its scabbard before slipping her dagger onto her belt.

"I’m getting food." she grumbles to Docaster.
Greta, taking long strides, moves with the soldiers towards mess, making sure to push her way towards the front of rhe line.
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Sep 10, 2019 12:33 pm
Docanter joined Greta in a beatiful duet of foul language as the soldier woke up their barracks. He rises stiffly out of bed and replies to her with an affirmatie grunt, following close behind to ensure a spot in line towards the front
Sep 10, 2019 2:49 pm
C'mon e'ery one. Morning is the best time! Everyone is sleepy and easier to con! I use my mage hand to shake any sleeping people I came with..
Last edited September 10, 2019 4:26 pm
Sep 10, 2019 4:25 pm
OOC:
Oops. I'll redact.
Sep 10, 2019 7:07 pm
The officer that Johann was chewing out very studiously ignored him, yelling out his message and banging with his cudgel at random. It seems his words were having little to no effect on the man, who went on in waking the barracks up.

Finn managed to wake people up not with his voice, but with the magic he was employing. People still gave him sour looks, and a particularly nasty looking group seemed to be coalescing and following Finn with some purpose behind it. They looked grumpy, rudely awakened by something they didn't understand, and ready to hit something. As soon as the officer left the barracks, they converged on him, boxing him in between a sequence of bunks as the group was 6 strong.

The surliest looking, a man who was in nothing but wide-brimmed pants, was leaning on a long, thin hammer staff. He looked tired and hungover.


"Halfling, we're getting sick and tired of you bandying about the devil's arts. We don't know how you got here, but we'd like you to leave." He had a very thick accent, immediately discernible as that of Southrun. The other five of the group, most of which in pyjamas, were all nodding in appreciation of the statement.

One, who was wearing a nightcap and was leaning on a bedpost behind Finn continued. "And iffin you try anyfin, we's gonna beat the snot outta you. Nobody's gonna defend you." His accent was more sharp. Likely Morvethi.



Greta and Doc were both on the way out of the barracks, but could hear the commotion. Johann could also hear what was going on, though he was on the other side of the room near the exit.
Sep 10, 2019 7:48 pm
I wouldn't be too hasty boys. Never know when someone like me might save your life one day. Besides, now that I think about it. Morning is a good time for some sleep. I wave my hands quickly as I say the word sleep.
OOC:
Casting sleep if I have a chance.

Rolls

sleep - (5d8)

(78272) = 26

Sep 10, 2019 7:51 pm
OOC:
I enjoy a troublemaker as much as the next guy, but Finn is getting into "burn the witch" country
Sep 10, 2019 8:26 pm
OOC:
Sometimes I can go a little far. If that is what I am doing, sorry.... I try to play to the characteristics I imagine for him and I can sometimes get carried away. Perhaps a good (non-lethal) beating will knock some sense into him.
Sep 10, 2019 9:15 pm
Two of the meatheads - the one with the nightcap and one with an eyepatch wearing a sleeping robe - fell unconscious to the floor, with the former snoring almost comically loudly. The spell that Finn had cast had required a complicated motion of his hands, with strings of ethereal energy at his fingertips tracing very scary looking patterns. There was a heartbeat of quietened gasps.
OOC:
(Roll an intimidation check)
Sep 10, 2019 9:19 pm
...

Rolls

Intimidation - (1d20)

(9) = 9

Sep 10, 2019 9:23 pm
Then, with all the subtlety of a cannon blast, the shirtless man roared out an expletive, hefting his hammerstaff and preparing a blow, though not actually swinging. Another beefy mercenary, who sounded like he was babbling something in muldini of all things, angled in to tackle Finn to the ground, aided by yet two other bodies that sought to dogpile this tiny frame.
OOC:
Three grapple checks contested by 3 athletics or acrobatics checks, your choice. Any one results in poor Finn eating it. :<

Rolls

Dogpile 1 - (1d20+1)

(6) + 1 = 7

Dogpile 2 - (1d20+1)

(19) + 1 = 20

Dogpile 3 - (1d20+2)

(17) + 2 = 19

Sep 10, 2019 9:28 pm
Ugh!

Rolls

Acrobatics - (1d20+5)

(12) + 5 = 17

Acrobatics - (1d20+5)

(11) + 5 = 16

Acrobatics - (1d20+5)

(4) + 5 = 9

Sep 10, 2019 9:35 pm
Finn managed to hop up on top of the first man with ease. However, the man moved oddly, causing Finn to lose his footing, and he was subsequently beaten to the floor by sweaty, sleepy dude bodies. He was on top of one, so that broke his fall a bit, but they had a nasty habit of being punchy. They both aimed to knock him out while the one still standing was trying to poke at Finn with the butt of his hammerstaff. The man finn was on top of was trying to scramble out from beneath everybody.

The man below Finn scrambled away while the group began whaling on the still struggling halfling.

OOC:
After this 'combat' round, we'll give everybody else there the chance to step in if they'd like Anywho, the two grapplers are at advantage as Finn is effectively restrained, the third I will give disadvantage as he's trying to poke through the other two guys.

edit: Finn takes 1d4+1 nonlethal damage

Rolls

Man 1 punch(Advantage) - (1d20+1)

(4) + 1 = 5

Man 1 punch(Advantage2) - (1d20+1)

(3) + 1 = 4

Man 2 punch(advantage) - (1d20+1)

(5) + 1 = 6

Man 2 punch((Advantage2) - (1d20+1)

(17) + 1 = 18

Man 3 trying to get away(Needs to succeed a DC 15 Athletics) - (1d20+1)

(17) + 1 = 18

Hammerstaff Man strike(Disadvantage) - (1d20+1)

(16) + 1 = 17

Hammerstaff Man strike(Disadvantage2) - (1d20+1)

(10) + 1 = 11

Non-lethal fist strike - (1d4+1)

(1) + 1 = 2

Sep 10, 2019 9:43 pm
The large woman hearing the toughs engage with Finn, slows her quick pace to get to the front of the mess as she starts watching the scene. Not understanding how the diminutive rogue put down two of them without a swing she gapes, only to snarl "Fight!" once she sees the group piling on the halfling.

With a quickness born from a feral ferocity the barbarian closes the gap and bellows an unintelligible yawp as she swings a haymaker at the hammer wielding goon.
OOC:
bonus action RAGE, unarmed attack!
OOC:
I forgot to add proficiency bonus, so should be an 11
Last edited September 10, 2019 10:07 pm

Rolls

Unarmed attack (damage if hit 6hp dam) - (1D20+3)

(6) + 3 = 9

Sep 10, 2019 10:08 pm
The sounds of an altercation catch Doc's ear. He turns around in time to see a spell cast by the high-profile halfling from the day before, then two of six burly men slump unconscious onto the ground. His liberal use of the arcane is dangerous in Doc's eyes, but ignorance-turned-violent is even worse...and 4 against one is just not fair.

Hesitant to use his own abilities publicly, he charges at one of the thugs; hoping to take some heat off of this little one.
Last edited September 11, 2019 2:08 am
Sep 10, 2019 10:09 pm
EXTREMELY relieved to see he is not rushing in alone, he takes a swing at the nearest thug not brandishing a hammer

Rolls

Tremble before my 8 STR punch - (1d20-1)

(20) - 1 = 19

Sep 10, 2019 10:10 pm
OOC:
I'm actually not sure how much damage a punch does...is it just 1 point of nonleathal? Or 2 because it's a crit?
Last edited September 10, 2019 10:21 pm
Sep 10, 2019 10:29 pm
OOC:
Punches are 1d4+ str, and nonlethal unless otherwise trained. And double the roll before subtracting your piddly little strength.
Working on response now, this is just a placeholder.

Initiative roll on Greta, Doc, Finn, and Johann if he chooses to become involved.
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Sep 10, 2019 10:34 pm
OOC:
Gotcha, so whatever the 1d4 is, then double it, then take away 1
Last edited September 10, 2019 10:36 pm

Rolls

Piddly punch dmg - (1d4)

(1) = 1

Initiative - (1d20+2)

(10) + 2 = 12

Sep 10, 2019 10:43 pm
OOC:
PHB says 1 damage, but if this is your homebrew, OK!

Rolls

Initiative for Greta - (1D20+2)

(6) + 2 = 8

Sep 10, 2019 10:49 pm
SJoyner72 says:
OOC:
PHB says 1 damage, but if this is your homebrew, OK!
OOC:
I often get 5e and pathfinder confused, but I've preferred pathfinder's take on fisticuffs, so we'll go with the 1d4 fun.

Rolls

Initiative(As a group) of enemies. - (1d20+1)

(17) + 1 = 18

Sep 10, 2019 10:50 pm
With a growl of irritation, Ian flops around in bed for a few minutes before hauling himself out of bed. Once you're woken up it's nearly impossible to get back to sleep and the long haired 'lord' is no exception. Angrily and in a foul mood he dresses, brushes his hair and comes downstairs, intending on finding Greta and seeing how the night turned out for her.

Coming into the common barracks he spots the ongoing altercation, snarls and stalks forward. Raising his fingers to his lips he lets out a piercing, shrieking whistle. "What the fuck is goin' on?"
Last edited September 10, 2019 10:51 pm

Rolls

Intimidation - (1d20+2)

(7) + 2 = 9

Sep 10, 2019 10:54 pm
Cep100 says:
With a growl of irritation, Ian flops around in bed for a few minutes before hauling himself out of bed. Once you're woken up it's nearly impossible to get back to sleep and the long haired 'lord' is no exception. Angrily and in a foul mood he dresses, brushes his hair and comes downstairs, intending on finding Greta and seeing how the night turned out for her.

Coming into the common barracks he spots the ongoing altercation, snarls and stalks forward. Raising his fingers to his lips he lets out a piercing, shrieking whistle. "What the fuck is goin' on?"
OOC:
The general barracks are on the other side of the fort, so you'll get there probably in around a minute, or when it's over if it's faster than that.
Sep 10, 2019 10:58 pm
OOC:
Oh, okay, sure!
Sep 10, 2019 11:02 pm
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Sep 10, 2019 11:24 pm
OOC:
Should I roll initiative or just do an action?
Sep 10, 2019 11:34 pm
theeyetyrant says:
OOC:
Should I roll initiative or just do an action?
OOC:
Initiative for now
Sep 10, 2019 11:36 pm
I draw one sword.

Rolls

Initiative - (1d20+3)

(1) + 3 = 4

Sep 10, 2019 11:39 pm
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OOC:
We'll wait on the fight until if Johann wants in. If he does, we'll get it goin, but if we don't hear from him by tomorrow, we'll just go ahead until he wants in or no.
Sep 11, 2019 12:35 am
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Sep 11, 2019 12:42 am
theeyetyrant says:
I draw one sword.
OOC:
That'll be on your turn. If you're still being restrained, I'll ask for a general dexterity check to see if you're successful
Sep 11, 2019 1:34 am
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Sep 11, 2019 8:11 am
BOOM!

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Johan fires his pistol out of the window.
STOP IT! The halfling is a fool, but he got skills. We need those skills for the mission. He WILL apoologise for casting spells on those guys. Afterwards he will go with me and eat, we will get our mission, and then we will leave and be out of your hair
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Sep 11, 2019 12:57 pm
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runekyndig says:
BOOM!

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Johan fires his pistol out of the window.
STOP IT! The halfling is a fool, but he got skills. We need those skills for the mission. He WILL apoologise for casting spells on those guys. Afterwards he will go with me and eat, we will get our mission, and then we will leave and be out of your hair
OOC:
We're effectively in combat now. Roll initiative, and you'll have done this on your turn as it requires using your gun.
Sep 11, 2019 3:15 pm
Cyngi says:
OOC:
We're effectively in combat now. Roll initiative, and you'll have done this on your turn as it requires using your gun.

Rolls

initiative - (1d20+3)

(13) + 3 = 16

Sep 11, 2019 3:59 pm
OOC:
I forgot reckless attack, so here’s Greta’s other roll

Rolls

Reckless Attack (advantage) - (1D20+5)

(14) + 5 = 19

Sep 11, 2019 4:00 pm
OOC:
damage! -note attacks against Greta are also advantaged

Rolls

Greta Punch! - (1D4+5)

(4) + 5 = 9

Sep 11, 2019 5:21 pm
The hammerstaff wielding man was pulling back the butt of the hammerstaff for another non-lethal poke at the halfling being beaten upon, but a large, frothing barbarian woman's fist broke his concentration as well as possibly his nose. He nearly dropped the staff as he stumbled backward, gripping at his nose with his free hand. He stared venom at the woman, and rather than be intimidated, he dropped his staff and loosed his own punch at her.

One of the two thugs busy trying to beat the snot out of the halfling was whapped on the head. He blinked, looking back at the cleric. He seemed confused on if that was an attack or a playful pat. He stood from the halfling however, showing himself to be much taller than Doc. "Viil Dor?" he grumbled, taking a swing at the man.
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The man that had gotten out from under Finn was now helping hold him down, trying to hit him in the head, as well as the other man that had initially tackled him. They were angling to knock him senseless.
OOC:
Roll an intimidate for that pistol shot, Johann. Gotta beat 10.

Rolls

Hammerstaff goon strike(advantage) - (1d20+1)

(2) + 1 = 3

Hammerstaff goon strike(advantage) - (1d20+1)

(16) + 1 = 17

Hammerstaff Goon Damage - (1d4+1)

(3) + 1 = 4

Doc's Enemy Strike - (1d20+1)

(6) + 1 = 7

Doc's Enemy Damage - (1d4+1)

(4) + 1 = 5

Goon 1 attacking Finn(advantage) - (1d20+1)

(11) + 1 = 12

Goon 1 attacking Finn(advantage) - (1d20+1)

(17) + 1 = 18

Goon 1 attacking Finn(damage) - (1d4+1)

(3) + 1 = 4

Goon 2 attacking Finn(advantage) - (1d20+1)

(13) + 1 = 14

Goon 2 attacking Finn(advantage) - (1d20+1)

(14) + 1 = 15

Goon 2 attacking Finn(damage) - (1d4+1)

(1) + 1 = 2

Sep 11, 2019 5:34 pm
OOC:
intimidation roll
LOL
Johan marvels as everyone is having too much fun brawling
Last edited September 11, 2019 5:35 pm

Rolls

intimidation - (1d20+1)

(1) + 1 = 2

Sep 11, 2019 5:36 pm
OOC:
Ruh-Roh . . .
Sep 11, 2019 7:41 pm
OOC:
oh sorry is it my turn?
Sep 11, 2019 8:07 pm
Johann pulls his weapon, and fires it out the window. The first thing that's notable about this action is that the roaring bang came out more like the click of flint on a firing mechanism. This left him trying to fix the reason for the misfire while yelling for the combat to stop.
OOC:
Yes, t'is now.
Sep 11, 2019 8:30 pm
Doc evades a punch and tries to send one back

Rolls

Punch! - (1d20-1)

(12) - 1 = 11

Dmg if hit (C'mooooon 2 dmg!) - (1d4-1)

(4) - 1 = 3

Sep 11, 2019 8:34 pm
The man saw the punch coming and steps back, leaving Doc's fist brushing his nose.
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Greta actually laughs at the (formerly) hammer wielding thug's punch. "Is that all you got?" she taunts before stepping inside his guard and rearing back her head as she attempts to smash her forehead down on the bridge of the man's already swollen nose.
OOC:
reckless attack! attack is advantaged and as are attacks against Greta
unarmored combat: AC 14
rage round 2
Last edited September 11, 2019 8:51 pm

Rolls

headbutt! - (1D20+5)

(18) + 5 = 23

advantage - (1D20+5)

(1) + 5 = 6

damage if hits - (1d4+5)

(4) + 5 = 9

Sep 11, 2019 8:58 pm
The man crumples to the floor, unconscious and bleeding.
Sep 11, 2019 10:29 pm
OOC:
Current turn order

Goons
Johann
Doc
Greta
•Finn


If you still choose to draw your blade, keep in mind it'll be at disadvantage unless you free yourself first. Freeing would be your athletics against the enemy's, and they get advantage since they're both holding onto you.
Sep 12, 2019 2:45 pm
I struggle through, trying to free myself.

Rolls

Athletics - (1d20)

(12) = 12

Sep 12, 2019 3:11 pm
The bandits struggle against the halfling together, trying to keep him down to continue beating up.

Finn cannot manage to free himself. Despite the size difference, he is also trying to fend off the strength of two people.
OOC:
You still have your bonus action and 'movement', though being restrained there ain't much you can really do. I would let you use your movement to try and draw, but it is at disadvantage and you gotta beat a 15.

Rolls

Conjoined Bandit Athletics(Advantage) - (1d20+1, 1d20+1)

1d20+1 : (16) + 1 = 17

1d20+1 : (17) + 1 = 18

Sep 12, 2019 3:27 pm
OOC:
What do I roll to draw? Strength?
Sep 12, 2019 4:04 pm
OOC:
I'd say strength, yeah.
Sep 12, 2019 4:08 pm
I tug on my rapier

Rolls

strength - (1d20)

(9) = 9

disadvantage - (1d20)

(3) = 3

Sep 12, 2019 4:30 pm
Struggling mightily against the mercenaries, Finn attempts to escape their grip. After this fails, he figures the only way out is with deadly force. He manages to get his hand onto the pommel of his sword before his wrist is grabbed and his arm is wrenched away.

"Oh, none a' that! Don't want to spoil this nice fight by drawing steel!" announces the grabber.

They both continue to attempt to beat Finn into unconsciousness.


"Let's give him some air, he looks dazed!" said the same man, to a vile cackle from the other. They both resolve to pick the halfling up and shove him toward the window - the same window Johann attempted firing out of. If left unchecked, they will toss poor Finn four stories into the yard in the back of the fort.

Meanwhile, in the epic struggle between Doc and his competitor, the man attempts to grapple Doc to keep him from going anywhere.
OOC:
Finn's nonlethal is currently at 15/27, so he's not quite unconscious yet

Rolls

Non-lethal fist strike from goon 1(advantage) - (1d20+1, 1d20+1)

1d20+1 : (15) + 1 = 16

1d20+1 : (1) + 1 = 2

Non-lethal fist strike from goon 2(advantage) - (1d20+1, 1d20+1)

1d20+1 : (14) + 1 = 15

1d20+1 : (19) + 1 = 20

Grapple! (Athletics or acrobatics to counter) - (1d20+1)

(9) + 1 = 10

Damage from fist strikes against Finn(1 and 2) - (1d4+1, 1d4+1)

1d4+1 : (2) + 1 = 3

1d4+1 : (3) + 1 = 4

Sep 12, 2019 4:49 pm
OOC:
Woah woah woah he'll fall 4 stories!???

Rolls

Opposed grapple using acrobatics - (1d20+2)

(16) + 2 = 18

Sep 12, 2019 5:15 pm
Greta looks at the prostrate and bloodied form of the ringleader with grim satisfaction. The man's blood splattered all over her face, a mask of gore on the Wildlander, she looks up to see the two thugs moving Finn over to the window.

With a fierce shout, she promises them: "Put the little man down now or I'll kill you!"

She then steps forward and grabs one of them with her strong hands.
OOC:
Rage round 3

Rolls

Intimidation -put down Finn - (1D20+3)

(19) + 3 = 22

Grapple goon #1 - (1D20+5)

(16) + 5 = 21

Str check advantage from Rage - (1D20+5)

(3) + 5 = 8

Sep 12, 2019 5:16 pm
OOC:
I am no longer grappled, correct?
Sep 12, 2019 5:16 pm
OOC:
I think it might be Johann's turn actually
Sep 12, 2019 5:23 pm
theeyetyrant says:
OOC:
I am no longer grappled, correct?
OOC:
You are grappled, just no longer restrained since you're moving. They can drag you until you break free.
DM_MD says:
OOC:
Woah woah woah he'll fall 4 stories!???
OOC:
Yep. The fort's yard is dug in, so it's actually a ton lower than street level. And yes, it is Johann's turn rn.
Quote:
Greta looks at the prostrate and bloodied form of the ringleader with grim satisfaction. The man's blood splattered all over her face, a mask of gore on the Wildlander, she looks up to see the two thugs moving Finn over to the window.

With a fierce shout, she promises them: "Put the little man down now or I'll kill you!"

She then steps forward and grabs one of them with her strong hands.
OOC:
Rage round 3
OOC:
That'll all be done on Greta's go.
Sep 12, 2019 9:16 pm
The two guards dragging Finn, is meet by Johan. Gun in one hand drawn rapier in the other.
Keep the "nice fight"... he imitates the guards word's ...in this room. Otherwise there will be troubled. He got his disserved beatdown. Leave it at that! Or blood will flow
OOC:
this intimation is different from the first, as he is ready to unleash his full power on these guys if they don't back down
And there is a slight nod to Greta

Rolls

Intimate - (1d20+1)

(19) + 1 = 20

Sep 12, 2019 9:26 pm
OOC:
Doc will evade the grapple and if Johann's intimidation stops the fight then he'll stop too...otherwise he'll act based on however they respond
Sep 12, 2019 9:30 pm
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Johann's words rung out into the room, and the two thugs heads snapped back to him. Then, before any response could be had, the beastly voice of Greta rung out in mortal threat to answer. They threw Finn to the ground in unison. Greta grabbed the nearest goon to her; a man with a moustachio'd face that was disheveled from sleep. He looked about ready to pass out from fear, and weakly struggled.
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Roll acrobatics Finn to see if you land on your feet or on your face. Beat a 5. For fun.




COMBAT OVER
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Greta scoffs at her mustachioed captive "There is no valor for me in defeating a weakling like you." With a contemptuous shove, she pushes him into the other goon.

She then emits a hearty belly laugh as she claps Docaster on his back "You’re all right Doc! Let’s get breakfast, I’ve worked up an appetite!"

She callously steps over the unconscious man whom she had head-butted into oblivion and starts walking towards the mess hall, completely unconcerned about her blood spattered visage.
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Sep 13, 2019 12:06 am
Greta would walk right into the path of a trio of officers. Two in helmets, and one helmetless sporting a black ponytail.

"Hold, all of you. What happened here?" he asked with a tone of nonchalant authority. Now that the fog of war had cleared, fort soldiers were gathering at the exits of the barrackway, keeping mercenaries from leaving. They seemed to be getting questioned in groups. The black haired man honed in on Greta. "Bloody one. Were you part of this brawl?"
Sep 13, 2019 12:27 am
Doc "accidentally" steps on the bloodied thug on the ground as he walks over to Greta and the guards who recently appeared on the scene.
"These men almost threw another sellsword out a window!"
Sep 13, 2019 12:34 am
The dark haired man gave Doc a once-over. "Yeah? Why?"
Sep 13, 2019 12:38 am
"No reason that warrants falling to your death" he snaps back, thinking of a smart-ass remark to skirt the truth
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Sep 13, 2019 12:41 am
OOC:
Hmmm. Deception just to see if he wants to press you or not.

Rolls

Ponytail's insight check - (1d20+6)

(12) + 6 = 18

Sep 13, 2019 1:14 am
OOC:
Oh man really uhhh regrettin the snarky crank 8 CHA build xD

Rolls

Deception - (1d20-1)

(15) - 1 = 14

Sep 13, 2019 1:25 am
Greta lets Docaster speak before answering the question "I would not say this was a brawl. I knocked that fool out, and stopped these weaklings from tossing that little man out the window. So, yes i was part of something, but it doesn’t really count as a brawl."
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Sep 13, 2019 1:26 am
I try to land.

Rolls

Acrobatics - (1d20+5)

(9) + 5 = 14

Sep 13, 2019 1:26 am
Finn lands, unnecessarily doing a frontflip beforehand.

The dark haired man's brow rose. He looked over to a mercenary that seemed to be standing around watching the exchange.


"Why'd they try to throw a sellsword from the window?" he asked.

"T-the sellsword used magic, m'lord!" he said through his hands. "The little'n. The halfling that kept using magic yesterday."

The dark haired man pinched the bridge of his nose. "Seems we may have just got a suspect, huh?" he muttered to himself, unconcerned of people overhearing. He regarded Greta as she spoke. "Ma'am, I don't know what constitutes a brawl for you, but that man's nose is broken, and the magic halfling's face looks like hamburger."


"Really wanted breakfast too... You, Jgorjen, go get the Legate." He turned to the rest of the soldiers in the room interspersed around the remaining mercenaries. "Company, don't let anybody leave the barrack. If I can't eat, they can't either. Not until this is done."

The mercenaries began complaining loudly while the soldiers formed up near the door, keeping people from leaving.
Sep 13, 2019 1:28 am
OOC:
If I roll a high enough stealth, is it feasible to hide from everyone while they are distracted?
Sep 13, 2019 2:09 am
OOC:
Situationally, without invisibility... I don't think so, you're being looked at.
Sep 13, 2019 3:50 am
Johan looks for rank insignia. Are you these men's commander?
I would talk with the commander about his soldiers behaviour and lack thereof. Sellswords and trouble solvers has been invited to take care of a problem, these guys are not ready to handle. We are in fact guests.
Awaked with shouts and violent bravado, will trigger reflexes, in folks like us

Here Johan indicates the group (of PC's)
... Reflexes that can be deadly.
Either these men was not informed or to stupid to understand the danger they put them selves in.
Sep 13, 2019 3:57 am
He did have a rank insignia.
OOC:
(Roll me history to see if he recognizes what rank.)
The ponytailed man looked at Johann with a discerning eye. "Look. You're only here because our own military is not able to handle this as well as two wars in the south. We're paying, and we're paying well. It's worth being treated like military. Our military. I got the same wake up when I was still a soldier. If they're not stable enough to handle a rude awakening, they're not worth keeping on. And for the record, that wake-up is on the order of my centurion." He crossed his arms. "Now in the back, please. There's been a murder and that halfling there is our primary suspect."

Soldiers, upon hearing this, began inching closer to Finn. They seemed ready to detain.
Sep 13, 2019 4:51 am
Tell me, do you handle a open beartrap the same way as you handle a open mousetrap?
Mess up with one and you get a smack over your thumb, the other one takes your hand off.

Untill I see coin, I'm a guest. Guestrites are important in a Hunters work. Even the bloodthirsty darkfay respect guestrites. And you call them monsters...

Johan gives a sigh, and looks to Greta and the group.

One minute, Finn is beaten to a pulb and thrown to his death, the next he is a suspect in a murder.

I am not convinced that it is safe for him to be alone with this forts guards right now.
So either you leave him here with us while you investigate, or we join the investigation
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Rolls

History - (1d20+1)

(10) + 1 = 11

Sep 13, 2019 5:06 am
"A murder." he agreed. Above it being obvious he was an officer, the amount of design on his insignia could signify it as a low officer rank.

The Legate entered the room, and it seemed he was sweating a little bit from a jog. He looked the room over. He spotted ponytail, walking over in an air of authority. "Optio Sectus, you may stand down. I will be handling the situation from here."


Sectus saluted, taking his leave almost immediately. Legate Cassium looked over the room. He spotted Finn with a spark of recognition. He frowned, but nodded to the soldiers encroaching upon him.

The soldiers were now going toward Finn, one brandishing iron shackles. If nothing is done, Finn will be handcuffed.
Sep 13, 2019 5:12 am
OOC:
oh I was too long in writing my full post on my phone, got overtaken by GM
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Sep 13, 2019 9:58 am
Greta points to the unconscious thug and says "He is not dead, so there’s no murder." she looks down to make sure the man is still breathing .

"Mr. Let-gate, go get Ia..Liam. He will vouch for us and that little man Finn. Look at him all beat up, and he’s so small I don’t think he could kill anyone."
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Sep 13, 2019 1:35 pm
"We'll take it into consideration... You may join this investigation if you like, Hunter." said the Legate to Johann. "But from what I've heard, the halfling was assaulted by some of these mercenaries, not the soldiers of our fort. A man's body was found speared on the fountain in the square, with signs of magical damage. He is the only one who has displayed magical use so flagrantly from what I hear, so it's a simple thought to conclude he's suspect. We're not so callous as to not entertain the thought he's innocent, but we need to take him into custody for now. So he isn't killed, or if he is the perpetrator he doesn't run." He snapped his fingers, and the fort soldiers began shackling Finn. He then turned to Greta, regarding her. "Absolutely. He will be notified that one of his bodyguards is a suspect in a murder."

He regarded the party of vouchers as a whole, looking each of them in the eye as he spoke. "Rest assured, we don't have the lack of control that untrained mercenaries do. He won't be beaten any further. In fact, his wounds will be seen to first." He turned his voice to the crowd. "As for this assault... This is a land of laws, people. We will, too, be arresting the instigators of this crime as well. Step forward, so everybody else can leave sooner."

Despite the noble intentions that blooded mercenaries are known for, the conscious brawlers seemed reticent to come forward, trying to blend with the crowd.
OOC:
You can try to stop them from shackling him if you like physically, but I won't include persuasion here. It lines up too well for an initial accusation xD. Dang you all, I had this planned from the start, but he just had to run around mage-handing everything and be suspicious.
Sep 13, 2019 1:51 pm
OOC:
Can I use sleight of hand to try and hide my thieves' tools on me to keep for later?

Also, what exactly is the layout of the barracks?
Sep 13, 2019 2:02 pm
OOC:
I can say use sleight of hand to hide one lockpick, which would translate to a single lockpick attempt. Once it fails, the pick is broken.
Quick barracks visual
https://i.imgur.com/b7yPSdf.png
Sep 13, 2019 2:46 pm
I walk by Johann. Here. I whisper.
OOC:
I do get to re-roll ones!!!
Last edited September 13, 2019 3:30 pm

Rolls

sleight of hand - (1d20+5)

(1) + 5 = 6

reroll, Halfling luck - (1d20+5)

(6) + 5 = 11

Sep 13, 2019 2:51 pm
OOC:
Byeeeee Fiiiiin . . .
Ian follows the directs to the barracks, passing through the keep with an easy swagger. After all, aside from skipping breakfast, which is also how he kept his girlish figure, nothing could really be wrong. It had only been one night, how much trouble could people get into in one night?
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Sep 13, 2019 3:29 pm
As Johann passed Finn, a lockpick clattered loudly on the floor. Johann managed to scoop it up just in time for people to think he'd dropped something. (unless Johann chooses not to pick it up of course.)
As Ian rounded a corner, he was met with two soldiers walking past, with a halfling between them - none other than Finnan Greenbottle.
OOC:
Edited for use of Lucky feat
Sep 13, 2019 3:30 pm
OOC:
I rerolled my one, don't think it mattered though.
Sep 13, 2019 3:37 pm
theeyetyrant says:
OOC:
I rerolled my one, don't think it mattered though.
OOC:
I saw and modified
Sep 13, 2019 3:45 pm
Looking down at Finn, Ian's eyes go a little wide before narrowing to thin, almost blade like points. "How the hell could you get -arrested- on yer first. Day. Here." His hands go to his hips as he glowers at the halfling.
Sep 13, 2019 4:01 pm
The soldiers slowed with the halfling. "Sir, he's a suspect of the murder in the courtyard. Did you know he could use magic?"
Sep 13, 2019 4:04 pm
I prefer to think that magic uses me and I am merely a conduit of awesome, good sir.
Sep 13, 2019 4:09 pm
"He wouldn't shut up about it." The 'lord' scowls lightly, "But it all seemed to be tricks'n illusions. Stuff that might've been useful fer scoutin'.". Sighing disappointedly, Ian shakes his head, sending his long hair swaying, "Take'im away then."
Sep 13, 2019 4:48 pm
The soldier grimaces at the halfling, speaking through a bloodied lip and several welts on his face. He nodded at the 'lord's instruction. "Very well, sir." And the soldiers took the halfling down the hall, them turning left at the end

Around the corner they came was the barracks, where mercenaries were being let out in ones and twos. Their faces indicated they'd been questioned extensively before being let go.

In the barracks, the rest of the party sans Xiao Zifu lay.
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In the silent room, Ian looks at the others one after the other. Finally he throws his hands up in the air, "The fuck!" A look of total exasperation comes over his features as he shakes his head. "I- I can' even . . ." He trails off as he sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose.
OOC:
Was the gunshot audible for Ian? If so I'd like to add something to the end.
Sep 13, 2019 6:45 pm
Cep100 says:
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Was the gunshot audible for Ian? If so I'd like to add something to the end.
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It was a misfire, so it didn't make any noise.
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Greta, all covered in caked dried blood from the unconscious heap at her feet, says to Ian (Liam) "Sorry you missed out on a good punch up, but that's your fault for not being here, so don't get mad at me. But if you keep yelling like that, maybe I'll show you what you missed!"

Then she says to the Legate "You took the little man, so can we go now? I want to eat some food."
Sep 13, 2019 7:12 pm
The Legate nods. "You've told me all I need to know, so your group can go." He looked over to Ian, clearing his throat. "Lord Mardelik, one of your bodyguards has been arrested on suspicion of murder. It's serendipidous you're here so I could tell you myself."


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Sep 13, 2019 7:33 pm
Sighing again with exasperation, Ian nods, "Well. I'll be honest, I didn't think he had'it in'im." He watches Greta and the others go, "Could the rest of you work outta schedule fer the next arrests? Like, gimme a day in between, please?" He turns back towards the Legate with a hard expression on his face, "I'd like ta be involved. He was here under me an this reflects poorly on me. If'n he was innocent I need ta prove it an if'n he's guilty I need ta prove that I won' let such things stand."
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"Fine," returned the Legate. "Just know that if the investigation finds others to be involved, they will be held just as liable.
Not to imply you're involved, but... Well, you can never be too careful. I will have a file sent forward to you on what we found when it's drawn. There will be... redacted portions.
The legate looked over the soldiers interviewing mercenaries. "Once you're done questioning these fine people, return to your duties."
Sep 13, 2019 8:01 pm
Mess Hall
Greta, still feeling satisfied from dealing a beat down, walks into the mess hall and eyes up the scene. She rubs her face and looks around for a towel or napkin she can use to clean off. (She's not very particular about whether the napkin or towel is currently being used by someone.)
OOC:
What's going on in the mess hall?
Sep 13, 2019 8:06 pm
The mess hall was at this point filling with disgruntled mercenaries. Plenty were in line to get the breakfast of oatmeal and bread, but some were sitting down. The nearest napkin was that of none other than Xiao Zifu, who Greta caught mid-bite of oatmeal.
Sep 13, 2019 8:10 pm
With a nod, Ian bows his head slightly, "Sir, if I may. I'd like ta suggest that Xiao Zifu be assigned ta help me. Her honor an station make her beyond approach. She seems ta be the intelligent, diligent sort." He spares a glance at the mercenaries still being questioned, frowning thoughtfully at them.
Sep 13, 2019 8:16 pm
Doc arrives not long after Greta to the mess hall; wanting to grab a quick bite to eat and then take a look at the scene of the crime for any clues
Sep 13, 2019 8:16 pm
Mess Hall
"You missed a good scrap!"Greta exclaims to Xiao as she takes the napkin off of Xiao's lap and begins wiping off the blood from her face. She also helps herself to some of the bookish woman's water for her ablutions.

Finishing up, Greta balls up the cloth and drops in on the table with a warning for Xiao: "Watch out for Doc, he's probably a Wildling!" and then proceeds to laugh at her own joke.

Without waiting for a reply she blurts out "Save us a spot!" as she grabs Docanter and the two make their way barging to the front of the line to get their meal.
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Sep 13, 2019 8:24 pm
Zifu was frozen in place, eyes wide at the flagrant invasion of personal space and property. She was in shock, unable to formulate any retort as she watched Greta depart, and her mind tripped over itself to ascertain the meaning behind the barbarian's words.

Later, her eyes drifted downward to the bloody napkin. With all the hesitation of a person wanting to be miles from a repulsive thing, Zifu nudged the cloth away with her spoon.

Her attention returned to her meal, but as she held the spoon up, she sighed with distaste and set the utensil down. It looked like she was done with her barely-eaten breakfast.
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The group was able to eventually get their oatmeal. It looked delicious and fragrant with cinnamon. The bread they had looked freshly baked.
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Mess Hall
Walking back across the mess hall, Greta waves to Xiao and calls out in loud voice "Hey! Xiao! Where are you going? Sit down, Doc needs to tell you about how I knocked out this guy!, Xiao, wait!"

She sits next to the scholarly woman and begins noisily slurping her food. Noticing the uneaten portion of Xiao's oatmeal, Greta reaches across her seat-mate and helps herself to the left-overs.

After she dumps out the contents of Xiao's bowl into her own, she asks "You gonna eat this?"
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Sep 13, 2019 8:38 pm
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Zifu remained seated throughout, reading her copy of the Liber ex Decorum Praecepta while her tray remained abandoned. She sat poised and regal, even as the large woman's weight caused her to lift from the impact on the bench. The Liber was lowered slightly as Zifu silently watched Greta confiscate her copious leftovers, then she looked up at the barbarian and slowly inclined her head, granting posthumous permission.
Sep 13, 2019 8:44 pm
"How'd you sleep m'lady" Doc half asked half said as he stared into his oatmeal
Sep 13, 2019 8:50 pm
Zifu looked at Doc. "I slept well, thank you," she said, acknowledging the man's concern with a slight bow in her seat. "And you, sir?"
Sep 13, 2019 8:53 pm
With no change in expression "Can't remember much...so good I suppose." He finally looks her in the eye and asks "Have you heard anything about this murder? Who it was that died?"
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Sep 13, 2019 8:54 pm
"Who cares?" she says through a mouthful of oatmeal. "Doc, tell her about the fight! and Finn getting locked up by the Let-gate!"
Sep 13, 2019 8:56 pm
Cyngi says:
OOC:
Keep in mind he will still need to speak. Wordless, gestureless magic is a ridiculously high DC. If the soldier is familiar like he says, he'll know something is going on
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only sorceres with the right metamagic can do subtle spells, without verbal or somatic components.
Boy! you guys move fast! :D

Barracks
Johan deliberate stepped on the drop lockpick hiding it from everyone sight. After they left with Finn, he picks it up and takes it with him.
Mass hall
Johan makes a quick stop in the mess hall to grab some on-the-go-food (most likely a piece of bread). He finds Ian
m'lord, I'll look into this murder business. Me and Snubbs will be at the scene of the crime. Hope you will join me there
Crime scene
The halfling and his big dog are investigating the crime scene

Rolls

Investigation - (1d20+3)

(16) + 3 = 19

Sep 13, 2019 8:58 pm
"Oh that's right!" he exclaimed and cleared his throat

"There was a fight. Greta knocked someone out. Finn's in prison now." he seems genuinely content with his report and resumes eating his oatmeal
Sep 13, 2019 9:02 pm
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Oh, Johan, Ian is still in the barracks, questioning the soldiers there.
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Sep 13, 2019 9:04 pm
The halfling and big dog were stopped at the courtyard entrance. "Sorry, sir. This area is off-limits right now." Said the soldier who stopped him.
Sep 13, 2019 9:04 pm
This was a lot to process for the noble. She focused on the first question. "Um, well, I have only just learned that there was a body discovered in the courtyard. That area has been quarantined while the authorities investigate. As to the identity of the victim, it is currently unknown."

Zifu looks between Doc and Greta. "This... Finn, did you say? He is in prison because you attacked someone?"
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Sep 13, 2019 9:05 pm
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The halfling and big dog were stopped at the courtyard entrance. "Sorry, sir. This area is off-limits right now." Said the soldier who stopped him.
Yes I understand, I was invited to join the investigation by the Legate. Can you tell me what happened
Might as well start the investigation here
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fair warning, I'm going to bed now. Good night, its 11:11 PM here in Denmark
Sep 13, 2019 9:13 pm
Mess Hall
Greta finishes eating a piece of bread, and interjects "The Let-Gate thinks Finn killed someone. " Then she corrects Xiao "They were gonna throw the little guy out the window, so I knocked ‘em out. "
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Sep 13, 2019 9:16 pm
The soldier pursed his lips. "Er... Not unless I get word from the legate you're allowed. I've received none, sir."
Sep 13, 2019 9:47 pm
After questioning the soldiers, Ian leaves them be. Instead of going right to the crime scene he heads towards the mess hall. He needs to collect his new 'partner' as well as get the other's side of things. As he walks, he pays attention to the fortress itself, for other ways someone could get in or out of the courtyard without the guards noticing.

Rolls

Perception - (1d20+2)

(15) + 2 = 17

Sep 13, 2019 10:38 pm
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Sep 13, 2019 10:39 pm
Zifu's eyes grew wide. "You knocked the Legate out?" she gasped, before she held her hands up and shook them to stop the absurdity. "No, no. That makes no sense."

She took a moment to collect herself, then said calmly, "There was a fight, yes?"
Sep 13, 2019 10:54 pm
With an appreciable eye, Ian moves towards the mess hall, intending on meeting with the others. As he enters he makes sure to open the doors a bit too loudly, putting a stormy expression on his face. His boots clack on the stone as he crosses the room on his wall to Zifu. "Mornin'. We need ta talk." He glances towards Greta and Doc, "All four'a us."
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Sep 13, 2019 11:01 pm
Zifu suddenly felt surrounded as the situation changed rapidly each time she thought she had a handle on it. She looked down at her now-empty tray and sighed.

She put the Liber away into her robe, then clasped her hands in her lap and allowed the sleeves to drape over them. With the demeanor of one that attempted to exude infinite patience and failing miserably, she said calmly, "Good morning, Lord Mardelik. Please, have a seat."
Sep 13, 2019 11:02 pm
"What's up, boss?" he says dryly
Sep 13, 2019 11:30 pm
"As yer all aware, Finn has been accused'a murder." He keeps his voice relatively low enough for just those nearby to hear. "The victim, a soldier, was apparently attacked by'a magical spell b'fore fallin' t'his death. They are quite happy ta place him as'a scape goat but I'm sure that -any- worker'a magicks'll fall under the gaze'a the head investigator soon enough."

He pauses a moment and then sighs darkly, "I know this investigator. He's a cunnin' man. Dangerous, highly intelligent, able ta size up people an see their weaknesses -immediately-." He pauses a moment, keeping a straight face, "He's also -super- handsome, long, wavy redhead. Women want him, men want ta be him. Also some men want him too an even though that's not how he rolls." Ian reaches up a hand to touch his chest, as if making a heartfelt, poetic ode. "He appreciates it nonetheless. He is warm an sensitive, caring in his own way but deeply mysterious an, well, you jerks get'the picture."

Rolls

Deception to hide where he's going until the end - (1d20+4)

(10) + 4 = 14

Sep 13, 2019 11:33 pm
Zifu narrowed her eyes as Ian spoke, but did not interrupt for the time being.
Sep 13, 2019 11:37 pm
"The -point- is that I've been appointed head investigator an asked fer Xiao Zifu ta act as my primary assistant." He pauses to look among them, one by one. "An I hope you'll all decide ta help."
Sep 13, 2019 11:48 pm
"You are the lead investigator?" Zifu said, disbelief pushing through her collected poise. "I find it difficult to believe that the Drathian military would allow a third-party to investigate the murder of their own."
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Sep 13, 2019 11:53 pm
"The Drathian military is eager ta blame someone else and the Legate is overwhelmed by havin' hundreds'a soldiers at a fort not designed for it." He pauses a moment, a beat for comedy's sake. "Also Finn's behavior reflects badly on me so I asked for a chance ta redeem my honor."
Sep 13, 2019 11:58 pm
The mess hall was getting fuller now. It seemed the mercenaries are either all out now, or are being let out in larger piles. There were audible complaints about not being able to leave the fort or go out for a smoke in the courtyard.
Sep 13, 2019 11:58 pm
Zifu looked unconvinced. "If you have a personal connection to this case," she began, her words laden with implication, "you should recuse yourself from it."
Sep 14, 2019 12:14 am
He grins at her, "Well, I mean. I -do- think that little dipshit is gettin' what he deserves, not keepin' his magical dick in'is pants." There's a wry chuckle before he continues, "An, let's be honest. Everyone here is gonna be more than happy ta burn the witch an move on past this. Except you. Hence why you've been recruited ta help."
Sep 14, 2019 12:19 am
"Furthermore," continued Zifu, "I find it difficult to believe that Drathis's military would treat this as you've described. In my dealings when their soldiers and officers, I have found them to be nothing but reasonable, well-organized, disciplined, and highly professional; certainly not the bloodthirsty savages you paint them to be."
Sep 14, 2019 12:19 am
Greta looks up from her bowl of oatmeal. "What’s that? Who’s this investigator then?" she asks having been concentrating on eating all of her food, most of Zifu’s, and a few bites of Docanter’s.

A belch punctuated her questions, as she looks around for more food.

Rolls

Investigation - (1D20-1)

(8) - 1 = 7

Sep 14, 2019 12:28 am
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Roll investigation Greta
Sep 14, 2019 12:31 am
"Oh, so you've agreed ta help then? Cause it doesn' really matter who's right. Y'can confirm yer appointment with the Legate, obviously." He frowns slightly, lowering his voice even more, "I advise -caution- an not ta reveal things overmuch in yer quest ta prove the chivalrous nature of the Empire's officers' soldiers."

He grins at Greta, "What? No plate fer the lead investigator?"
Sep 14, 2019 12:36 am
"I don't know about 'reasonable, professional, and well disciplined' but I'm with her" he points his thumb at Zifu.
"I'm here to head north, we're-all-here to head north! Why are we playing inquisitor for a halfling we shared a ride with?? I hate witch burnings as much as the next guy, believe me; I tried to help him out even. But he's arrested now and that's probably for the best if he wants to live. There's a meeting at 12 and that's all I'm focused on right now."
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sorry, don't mean to make this team up complicated I just think he'd be a grouch about this
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Sep 14, 2019 12:43 am
"Oh, no. Fuck that guy. He earned this, murderer or not." Ian waves off Doc's response casually. "No, no, no. You wanna go north or d'you wanna get hung up havin' ta play witness for a trial, constantly waitin' on some inquisitor ta haul their ass up here ta make proper determination? Because the fastest way ta get back ta what you want, is ta help me." He gives Doc a sly grin before he looks over to Zifu, "An you -promised- yer services upon request unless they interfered with yer fealty ta yer own king. Well, yer services is bein' requested."
Sep 14, 2019 12:52 am
It's subtle, but a look of horror spreads across Doc's face at the prospect of-more-deliberation. There is no way of knowing whether or not it would pan out that way, and Doc was almost certain he was being played right now...but that bureaucracy sounds a lot like a Drathian thing to do.
"...I've had a sudden change of heart." He says flatly
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Sep 14, 2019 1:01 am
Inwardly wondering if she should have skipped breakfast, Zifu closed her eyes and took a breath to collect herself. "Such requests made by the authority of Drathian command," she said evenly. She looked at Ian and tilted her head to the side. "I find it difficult to believe, Lord Mardelik, that you have the same authority as an Optio or Signifer, so soon after your arrival."

She caught herself, pushing the simmering ire in her eyes down until it drowned in practiced serenity. "No matter. I am sure a simple meeting with Legate Cassius will settle this apparent confusion of responsibilities."

Zifu stood from the bench. "I shall leave you to your breakfast, m'lord, and take the courtesy of scheduling with the Legate on these matters. I'm sure someone will summon you... and your retinue, if it comes to that, prior to the noontime muster or at a time afterward. In the meantime, I bid you well."
Sep 14, 2019 2:45 am
Greta, disappointed at not finding more to eat starts thrumming her fingers on the table and sighs.
Sep 14, 2019 2:50 am
Greta indeed didn't find anything, but the DM was too stupid to realize the message had been updated.
Sep 14, 2019 12:24 pm
"Why do we even need an in... investor... gate .. er? " She asks puzzled. "Finn didn’t do it. He got his ass kicked by those weaklings. No way could that little dingus even kill a chicken!" the barbarian declares, satisfied with her own explanation.
Sep 14, 2019 1:53 pm
"Ah, you would be right in'a world where people're good'n honest an care about the truth." He pauses a beat to give her a small grin, "Lemme know when you find it. Sounds nice."
Sep 14, 2019 2:12 pm
Zifu took her empty tray as she stepped back from the table, as she understood this was a place where there was no waitstaff. She gave a courteous half-nod to the others and departed, seeking to deposit her tray before leaving the mess hall.
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Giving Zifu a wave as she walks off, Greta asks Ian "What’s the plan?" somewhat annoyed at his response to her conclusion.
Sep 14, 2019 3:02 pm
"Now don' pout. I happen ta care' great deal about justice but this is more about findin' the actual murderer than it is provin' Finn innocent. He was'a dick head ta everyone an I'm fairly sure he's gonna try ta break out, like'a moron, an -then- get'imself arrested fer tryin' ta escape prison."

He pauses to let that sink in for a moment, "With that bein' the case the gameplan is ta examine the body. Since it was left out in public that means it was either an accident or meant ta send a message. We need ta eliminate one'a those possibilities." He puts his feet up on the table, "Most effective means would be ta see if their weapons'n armor shows sign'a combat. If their opponent has magic that'can kill they probably had magic ta conceal their presence. Ergo: combat probably means it was an accident."
Sep 14, 2019 6:25 pm
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Sep 14, 2019 9:42 pm
"Where’s the dead guy then?" Greta asks Ian.

The Wildlander stands up, ready to go look at a dead body for clues.
Sep 14, 2019 10:05 pm
"Out in'the courtyard. Ready ta go?" He kicks himself off the table and slides back up to his feet. Leaning over he pats Doc on the shoulder. "The sooner we'get started the sooner you'n Greta can get married." He pats him on the shoulder again, "Let's go."
Sep 14, 2019 11:16 pm
"I can't see how this is anything other than some drunk sellsword doing something stupid.." Doc grumbles, but gets up as well ready to go investigate
Sep 14, 2019 11:16 pm
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Is the group heading over then?
Sep 15, 2019 1:10 am
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As a group: Doc, Ian, and Greta left the mess hall, who were joined by Johann - who had recently been turned away from the courtyard himself. They were all granted passage with Ian being present, and were let into the courtyard.

The immediate impression this courtyard gave was that it absolutely stank. Rot, and char permeated the air. On the right wing of the gargoyle statue - half of a 'body' hung with its ribcage punctured by the wing. The only thing left was a blackened skeleton, that hung onto the wing as if for dear life. The lower half of the body was in the fountain itself, which stained the water black. Above the odd guard or two in the area, two plainly dressed individuals were looking over the body. Their only notable feature were that they were wearing the same styled long drathian coat, with emphasized collars and no sleeves. One had shaggy blonde hair, and the other had very short black hair and a wide frame. A good distance away from the fountain, the legate could be seen. He spotted them as well, and spoke lowly to the individual next to him - Xiao Zifu.

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Before the Legate approached, Ian snapped his fingers, "Greta, I wanna know how long'the meaty bits'a that corpse've been rottin' in the sun. Look fer any signs'a claws, teeth or other animal attacks, any odd smells. Doc, I wanna know how much witchcraft it'd take ta burn up'a man like that, build me'a list'a spells or effects what might do it. Johann, put those 'hunter's skills' y'keep braggin' about ta the test. Take note'a what both Greta'n Doc find, compile it an compare it ta any known demons or witch covens yer familiar with." For the moment, at least, Ian's demeanor has changed, not really seeming like the brash, rude brat he normally was, but also not really like a lordling, either. "An if'n they give you lip, remember. Yer experts."

"I'mma run interference." Adjusting his cuffs he clears his throat and raises his voice as he steps out ahead of the others, "Legate. So sorry fer takin' so long. I had ta collect my people." He looks up at the body, frowning at it before looking around the courtyard for where the body might have -possibly- been tossed down onto the statue from.
Sep 15, 2019 3:00 am
The Legate cleared his throat. "That is fine, Lord Mardelik. Just don't interfere with the crime scene, and obey the orders of the lead investigators." He presented the two plainly dressed Drathians inspecting the body and writing notes.
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roll investigation
Sep 15, 2019 4:43 am
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Zifu turned from her attentions at the fountain to the approaching party.
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Zifu nodded, and turned to face Ian. Her face was serene, a slight smile at the corner of her lips, and she regarded the "noble" over the rim of her spectacles.
Sep 15, 2019 5:24 am
Ian arches an eyebrow, frowning slightly. "I see," he says plainly. "I was unaware that such personnel were available. What're their skill sets, if I might ask? That way if they lack certain abilities, I'can direct my people ta help more effectively."

Rolls

Investigation - (1d20+2)

(7) + 2 = 9

Sep 15, 2019 5:30 am
The Legate shrugged simply. "In a land of law, there are those who investigate crime. Being of noble blood I'm surprised you've never heard of inquisitors." He looked over toward them. "They're used to solving mysteries, from what I hear. I don't personally work much with inquisitors.
Perhaps your questions are better directed toward them."


Ian figures somebody could have possibly launched a corpse from a roof or wall, but they'd have to be pretty strong...
Sep 15, 2019 7:05 am
Johan is somewhat annoyed by Ian ordering him about, but he doesn't have a counterargument, as Ian's suggestions were valid, and to be honest, what he was planning to do anyway.

His first order of concern is it figure out if this was a Fay, Fiends or Undead attack. These are his specialties
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Johan has advantage when dealing with Fay, Fiends or Undead
After that, he tries to piece the order of events together, with tracks and deduction.

Rolls

Investigation (deduction) - (1d20+3)

(16) + 3 = 19

survival (tracking) - (1d20+3)

(14) + 3 = 17

Sep 15, 2019 7:19 am
Xiao Zifu turned to Legate Cassium. "My lord, I leave you to your duties. I beg your pardon to speak with the inquisitors and seek permission to assist them, should they so desire." She bowed, and turned away from Ian to approach the gentlefolk in interesting garb.
Sep 15, 2019 7:32 am
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The Legate waved her off. "Alright, everybody. No touching the remains. Who knows what that could do." he announced, to the general agreement of the soldiers and inquisitors. He made his leave of the courtyard.


Upon approaching the inquisitors, they seemed to be inspecting the bones floating in the water. They were talking to each other in low tones, and had not noticed Xiao.
Sep 15, 2019 9:01 am
Doc investigates the crime scene for signs of magical foul play, casting guidance casually just before they arrive at the scene and playing it off as a prayer if anyone is looking. He also wants to double check the scene for any stone that was left unturned; maybe something previously missed or hidden. Finally, as a precaution, he will stand next to the fountain and check for any presence of undeath In the area
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That last check is Eyes of the Grave: At 1st level, you gain the ability to occasionally sense the presence of the undead, whose existence is an insult to the natural cycle of life. As an action, you can open your awareness to magically detect undead. Until the end of your next turn, you know the location of any undead within 60 feet of you that isn't behind total cover and that isn't protected from divination magic. This sense doesn't tell you anything about a creature's capabilities or identity
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Rolls

Investigation for magic as per Ian's order (Guidance) - (1d20+1, 1d4)

1d20+1 : (2) + 1 = 3

1d4 : (4) = 4

Perception for hidden clues/secrets - (1d20+5)

(9) + 5 = 14

Sep 15, 2019 9:11 am
Johan also tries to get Snubbs to sniff around. Its not easy as Snubbs is just a riding dog, but his keen nose might pick up something

Rolls

Johan: Animal Handling - (1d20+3)

(1) + 3 = 4

Snubbs: Keen Hearing and Smell - (1d20+3)

(8) + 3 = 11

Snubbs: Keen Hearing and Smell (advantage) - (1d20+3)

(20) + 3 = 23

Johan: Animal Handling (Halfling luck) - (1d20+3)

(15) + 3 = 18

Sep 15, 2019 12:07 pm
"I'm quite familiar with Inquisitors, I didn' know you had any her-" he's cut off as the Legate effectively dismisses him. Spending a half second on grinding his teeth before he draws in a breath and lets it out slowly. Focus returns to his eyes as he turns back towards Doc, Greta and Johan. Approaching them and giving a cautious look back towards Zifu and the Inquisitors he says, quietly, "Monsters ain' really my specialty but you'd hafta be an ogre or somethin' ta hit'the statue from'the walls with that body.
So, that likely means somethin' that flies an is involved with fire. Some kinda dragon or demon? I'm gonna see if'n there's anythin' ta identify who the guy was an where'e was supposed ta be stationed."


With that he turns to do exactly as he said, heading towards the Inquisitors, brushing his long, wavy hair over his shoulders. "Inquisitors. I am Liam Mardelik. I've brought others ta help investigate, includin' a Hunter of monsters." He gestures at the other three, letting the Inquisitors decide amongst themselves which one was the Hunter. "If it's all the same, I'd like ta know what y've learned so far."
Sep 15, 2019 4:44 pm
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The inquisitors, who had been talking about something, looked over to Ian in unison as he approached. The blonde haired man nodded with a grimace. "It's probably good that we have more eyes on this. Welcome aboard."

The short black haired one, who was clearly a woman on close inspection, looked over at the fountain. "We ask that you do not touch the remains," she said in a sharp tone. "We've determined that they could be dangerous. The Imperius we've been travelling with is on the scene to dispose of this... mess, in a safer way."

The blonde chuckled, flipping his book closed. "It's very lucky we happened to go through Vyrissium rather than Adeceus on our way north. Always happy to help mouthy Legates who want help with every little thing."


The black haired woman glared at him, and his smile immediately turned in a tight lipped neutral expression

The woman looked back at Ian. "Anyway, Mister Mardelik, We've learned that as gruesome as this tableau is, it may not have been intentional. It was done with some sort of liquid, based on the erosion of the bones, though we're not sure what yet. Probably not acid, or the bones would have dissolved completely in places."

The blonde man chimed in. "How someone accidentally leaves a body on a manticore wing is anybody's guess, though.".
Sep 15, 2019 4:49 pm
"Could'it have been dropped?" He points upwards, towards the sky, his indigo eyes blinking slightly as the sunlight. "I thought perhaps the man could'a been dropped by some beast with wings. Could'the liquid be drool or somethin'?. He looks back towards the body with a frown before asking a final question, "Any way ta tell who'e was or where'e was stationed?"
Sep 15, 2019 4:53 pm
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The large woman looks over the dead body, sniffing the air and the general state of decomposition to try to understand how long it has been dead.
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Is the body male or female, & human, dwarf, or halfling?

Rolls

Investigation - (1D20-1)

(19) - 1 = 18

Medicine - (1D20+1)

(2) + 1 = 3

Survival (if appropriate) - (1D20+3)

(17) + 3 = 20

Sep 15, 2019 5:19 pm
Zifu inclined her head respectfully towards the Inquisitors, eyes to the floor. "I am Xiao Zifu," she said by means of introduction. "Legate Cassium has asked that I assist in this matter. I avail myself to your direction."

She lifted her eyes and smiled. "You mentioned an Imperius," Zifu continued. "Would it be permissible for me to speak with them, for possible consultation?"
Sep 15, 2019 5:57 pm
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The woman looked up with Ian, answering as she did. "It's possible something flying could have done this, but if it did it's nothing I've ever heard of. And if its drool did this to the victim, it's almost certainly caustic." She listened to his next question intently, looking him square in the face. "There is no clothing, no insignia. We've asked to run an attendance check on everybody stationed in the fort, and if any are absent we will investigate further."



The blonde shrugged at Xiao Zifu. "I don't see why not. She's down in the stockade securing the suspect. Some jailer came up and grabbed 'er."
Sep 15, 2019 6:08 pm
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Secret Roll

Sep 15, 2019 6:15 pm
Zifu nodded. "I will take my leave, then. May I know your names, Inquisitors? In case I discover any information and need to contact you."
Sep 15, 2019 6:33 pm
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The woman passively looked at her. "Inquisitor Crowley," she said neutrally.

"Inquisitor Stylus," said the blonde. "And if you do go down there, be prepared to have her be short with you. She's probably doing a ritual or something. She'll probably be back up here when she's done, if you'd rather stick around. But... I don't blame you, it smells like shit up here."
Sep 15, 2019 6:36 pm
Zifu nodded again. "Thank you for your concern, Inquisitor Stylus. Inquisitor Crowley." She turned and headed for the stockade.
Sep 15, 2019 6:41 pm
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Secret Roll

Sep 15, 2019 7:00 pm
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Giving the Inquisitor a small, dry smile he nods, "So they could be anybody. Super." Frowning. He rubs his chin at the grisly scene, seemingly unaffected by the macabre sight. "I'm sorry, but as it stands I think'the suspect might be more useful as'an investigator rather than in jail. I don' see how a 'witch' that could pull off somethin' like that could get'imself wrestled down by'a handful'a common sellswords." His arms go to his hips as he looks back towards the brunette Inquisitor, "What're you doin' fer dinner tanight? I' an focus on my people's skills, put tagether' report an then we' an chat 'bout it while we stuff our face-holes with food?" His grin is broad, wide and definitely practiced.
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Rolls

Secret Roll

Persuasion - (1d20+2)

(20) + 2 = 22

Sep 15, 2019 8:22 pm
The blonde inquisitor with an amicable smile, replied. "Hell no. He's our only suspect, so he's staying until we find somebody who fits better. I don't think he did it either, but we're not in the habit of releasing leads." He looked suspicious of Ian at this point.


The woman seemed to at once blush profusely, which was very clear from her otherwise pale skin. She cleared her throat, looking away. "I-I'm busy tonight. I'm leaving at the end of the week, and I'm free tomorrow night. Perhaps then." She was pointedly not looking at him. It seems she was not usually propositioned, especially not by androgynous, questionably male men.
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Edited to correct for Ian's K-pop status
Sep 15, 2019 8:29 pm
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She's still not being hit on by a rugged man. If Ian was a character in a Yaoi manga, he'd be tagged by the artist as 'the pretty one'.
Ian gives a sly grin and a wink to the brunette, "That'll suit me just fine." He lowers his voice to a whisper loud enough for everyone else to still hear, "I have a particular weakness fer brunettes in law enforcement." With that, he takes a step back, with a small wave.

"I'm gonna go check on'the little shit weasel." He holds up his hands towards the blonde man, as if to forestall comment, "It'd be irresponsible not ta an I need ta take care' it b'fore noon since I've got an officer's briefin' ta attend. Okay?" He walks backwards, towards the edge of the courtyard to where he knows there are some guards to give him directions.
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Sep 15, 2019 8:55 pm
Greta points at the corpse and with wide eyes exclaims in a very loud voice "Plague!"

She covers her mouth and moves with all haste out of the court-yard.
Sep 15, 2019 9:11 pm
Inquisitor Stylus was about to respond to Ian when Greta's statement caused both his and Inquisitor Crowley's heads to whip over toward her. They watch her leave in befuddlement.
Sep 16, 2019 3:29 pm
"GRETA" Doc yelled after her. She had mentioned her stalwart belief in the plague last night. Could it be firsthand experience?

If Greta stops running at some point or Doc catches up, he asks her sternly "You've seen this exact thing before?"
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Sep 16, 2019 3:37 pm
Presumably with Greta following Ian out, the group was now storming away from the courtyard - toward the stockade, wherever they were.
Sep 16, 2019 3:45 pm
Greta stops and waits for Doc, only when she out of the courtyard and is well away from the body. "Yes. I've seen this before in my homeland. Doc, we need to get out of this fortress. The whole place will look like that..." she says pointing to the courtyard.

To Ian she says "Get Finn out of the jail. I'm no Inquisigator but if they think that little turd did this, they are dumber than donkey shit. But with or without him, we need to go."
Sep 16, 2019 5:36 pm
Ian blinks as Greta has her little freak-out, for a half second he is motionless, frozen by the implications. Then, giving her a nod he says quietly to the giant woman, "Go an get yerself ready to move. Collect yer things. Collect Doc's things." He glances over at their auxiliary back-up halfling, Johan, "He looks like'e travels light."

Turning he points to Doc, "D'ya have any way'a keepin' that body from spreadin' disease? Speak up, now, priest. Hey!" he suddenly shouts past Doc's shoulder towards the two Inquisitors, "My expert on infectious diseases has identified that body as infectiously diseased. Please back the fuck up in an orderly an immediate fashion!"
Sep 16, 2019 5:47 pm
Zifu, unaware of the anxiety in the courtyard, continued on her way to the stockade to meet with the Imperius.
Sep 16, 2019 5:51 pm
"Yeah I got a holy spell called Quarantine!" Doc says acerbically; less so irritated at Ian and more-so the reality of the situation.

"I've experience with disease but the Plague in the North? No one knows how it spreads, it may not matter that we didn't touch the body. It could be in the air we just breathed." He looks to the expanse of the city; so many people live here.

"No one can be anywhere near this courtyard; and on top of that this part of the city and anyone in it needs to be locked down." He would want nothing more than to leave as soon as possible; but the simple truth was that, if this is the plague, they just stood feet away from patient zero, and as of right now he has no idea how to tell who is safe and who is not.
OOC:
unless he does?...
Sep 16, 2019 5:57 pm
OOC:
Roll me a medicine check mister Docanter.
The two inquisitors, that seemed to be blinking at each other beforehand, looked at Ian. Inquisitor Crowley immediately covered her mouth, while Inquisitor Stylus began rounding up soldiers to get back into the fort. "Go, all of you. Yes, you too! Oh, by Thuum's thumping balls this is bad..."

Crowley seemed speechless for a moment, but all at once exploded into words. "Wait, wait, wait, WAIT. We cannot let anybody back toward the general public, even ourselves. We could be infected, the Legate..." She fainted in the courtyard, which set Stylus into a cursing fit. He got one of the soldiers to help him move her inside.
Sep 16, 2019 5:58 pm
"Cast'the spell b'fore those two idiots find out for ya." He scowls as he gestures towards the body and the two Inquisitors. His entire demeanor has changes, his movements are charged, lively, crackling with energy. Every sweep of his hand and glare of his eyes seems to almost to belong to someone else, "If that's plague, any plague, this just turned from'a murder inta siege warfare."
Sep 16, 2019 6:04 pm
Dying he could live with, but trapped like a rat in a decaying city? No, not like that.

We effectively can't move if we don't want to risk spread. But the people responsible may still be in the city. How can we even warn anyone of what has happened by just sitting here? So many variables running through his head.

His stream of consciousness pauses for a moment

"Zifu...bring her back NOW!" he yells at Stylus

Turning to Ian he explains, this time repressing sarcasm for the sake of clarity "Quarantine isn't a spell. I have nothing to help us contain what I don't know, only the procedure of keeping people-here-away from the healthy people-there-" He gestures to the expansive city before them "We're stuck here unless we want to accept the risk. But it's possible Lady-bookworm may have a brighter idea."
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Sep 16, 2019 6:08 pm
Greta nods to Ian as she says "I'll grab our stuff! Where should we meet before we get the hells out of here? If we get split up, meet up at The Beast of Burden, it's a tavern!"

Greta runs to the barracks and shoulders her gear as well as Docanter's things on her brawny back.
Sep 16, 2019 6:10 pm
[ +- ] In the stockade

Rolls

Arcana - (1d20+5)

(11) + 5 = 16

Sep 16, 2019 6:14 pm
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Stylus sputtered at Docanter, holding one half of a passed-out Crowley. "Sorry mate, but between a stuck-up noble bint and my partner, I go for my partner, I need to make sure she ain't dead!" His lower-class lilt was bleeding through profusely.

Soldiers were now shimmying past them in the hall surrounding the courtyard, and began shouting plague as they ran down seperate hallways. It seems discipline may have broken.
Sep 16, 2019 6:18 pm
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[ +- ] In the Stockade
Sep 16, 2019 6:31 pm
[ +- ] In the Stockade
Sep 16, 2019 6:34 pm
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Rolls

stealth - (1d20+7)

(14) + 7 = 21

spell casting DC 13 - (1d20)

(15) = 15

Sep 16, 2019 6:35 pm
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Oh my bad just saw the medicine check
Abandoning all subtlety at the sight of the spreading chaos, Doc lets out a frustrated groan and once more asks his deity to give him guidance as he tries to think of what to do next.
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hooooly cow I have no idea what I did, sorry. I was trying for 1d20+1d4+5...so just pluck out the 20 and the 4 and the 5 I guess; or I can reroll if you want
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Rolls

Medicine with Guidance - (1d20+1, 1d4+5)

1d20+1 : (20) + 1 = 21

1d4+5 : (4) + 5 = 9

Sep 16, 2019 6:39 pm
[ +- ] In the Stockade
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GP doesn't do funky dice math well. Best to stick with straight rolls separated by commas (i.e. 1d20+5, 1d4).
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Sep 16, 2019 6:45 pm
[ +- ] In the Stockade
Sep 16, 2019 6:49 pm
[ +- ] In the Stockade
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Sep 16, 2019 7:01 pm
With one palm facing the sky and another toward the earth, Docanter is still for several moments; stark contrast to the panic swelling around him. Then, with sharp but slow exhale, he opens his eyes which are now wet with tears.

He swallows the lump in his throat and wipes his eyes with the back of his gloved hand; resolving himself once more.

"Ian," he says calmly "The city is lost, you and Greta are right. We need to leave immediately."

His pace quickens in pursuit of the ambassador from Morveth "I'll find Zifu, meet us at the Beast of Burden with Greta and the Hunter. Greta knows the way there!"
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Sep 16, 2019 7:03 pm
[ +- ] In the Stockade
Sep 16, 2019 7:09 pm
At the mention of plague, the sellswords in the building became very noticably panicked. Intense shouting matches between soldiers and sellswords ensued. The tension was rising quickly...
When Zifu went up the stairs from the stockade, and went into the main level's hallways, it became somewhat stunning how well sound was blocked out. She heard yelling, near to the point of combat. It was indecipherable, but it was coming from all around her. She witnessed Docanter round the corner, seeming like he didn't quite know where he was going but he was on a mission.
Sep 16, 2019 7:11 pm
Once Greta gathers her and Docanter's things, she heads back out of the barracks, looking for Ian.
OOC:
If she can't find him, or Docanter, she makes for the gate.
Sep 16, 2019 7:12 pm
OOC:
Roll me that Greta investigation
Sep 16, 2019 7:14 pm
" THERE you are!" He said, taking a second to catch his breath.

"I'll explain on the way but we need to leave, that body is harboring the plague and this city is panicking all around us."

He makes to leave but stops. "Did you see Finn? The prisoner?"
Sep 16, 2019 7:14 pm
OOC:
Greta's investigation. BTW, do you prefer secret rolls?

Rolls

Investigation - (1D20-1)

(16) - 1 = 15

Sep 16, 2019 7:16 pm
OOC:
Unless I ask for it, it's up to you. I see them either way :D
Greta manages to stumble her way to Zifu and Doc from another hallway, since the DM is unsure what Johann is doing and Ian might have 404'd.
Sep 16, 2019 7:16 pm
Zifu remained poised, hands clasped together in front of her. "The body? You mean the skeleton? The bones carry disease?" she asked, calmly.
Sep 16, 2019 7:25 pm
The brawny Wildlander turns a corner and sees Docanter and Zifu, nearly colliding with them.

"Doc, here's your stuff." she says as she tosses the priest's pack and any other belongings he had at his bunk at the smaller man.

Looking at Zifu, she asks Doc "Is she coming or what? We need to get out of here before it turns to a real show of shit!"
Sep 16, 2019 7:28 pm
To punctuate Greta's sentence, a calling horn began sounding from one of the fort towers. The din of chaos seemed to be getting progressively more violent.
Sep 16, 2019 7:30 pm
Ian takes a moment to yell at the Inquisitor, "Get yerselves clear, -now-. I hafta make sure this doesn' get any worse!" He turns to go, reflecting on how it's ironic he literally came here with his clothes on his back and not much else. On his way out he starts on his way to the jail, occasionally screaming at soldiers, "You'll get further walkin' than by runnin'! Gather up food first!"

He goes to find the others as fast as he can, though, without trampling anyone.
Sep 16, 2019 7:32 pm
OOC:
Ian, roll me... An INVESTIGATION CHECK.(dun dun dun)
Sep 16, 2019 7:41 pm
Doc nurses his temples again, realizing he made quite a few errors in what he said, caught up with the excitement, and it would take longer to explain if it meant Zifu's cooperation.
He started again, slower "It could be the water, could be the bones, maybe the weave surrounding the courtyard. Whatever the case, the plague is going to consume this city. Greta has seen it firsthand. This is it. You can continue to ask really good questions or you can just come with us to escape this mess; it's up to you."
OOC:
Did Zifu, Doc and Greta meet near the stockade where Finn is/was being held?
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Sep 16, 2019 7:43 pm
OOC:
Literally right outside of it. For... reasons
Sep 16, 2019 7:44 pm
OOC:
Did my rolls pass?
Sep 16, 2019 7:46 pm
Zifu arched an eyebrow. "You sensed a weave in the courtyard?" she asked, blankly. "What kind?"
Sep 16, 2019 7:48 pm
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Rolls

Secret Roll

Sep 16, 2019 7:50 pm
OOC:
Investigation

Rolls

Investigation - (1d20+2)

(18) + 2 = 20

Sep 16, 2019 7:52 pm
Ian manages to work his way past the soldiers and sellswords all going toward the front of the fort, and as he rounds the same corner Doc came around, he sees the trio in discussion.
Sep 16, 2019 7:52 pm
Greta grows impatient with the calm demeanor of the sagely woman. "Shut up with the questions Zifu! If we don't get out of this death trap fort, we're going to be like that dead son of a dog! We don't have much time now. Doc, let's go!" She tries to grab Docanter's arm in an attempt to hustle him along. Looking over her shoulder at Zifu she exclaims "Come with us!"

Then turning to Ian she says "Ok, pull some fancy bullshit to get us out of here!"
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Sep 16, 2019 7:59 pm
"WAIT!" Doc yelps! Knowing full well Greta could ragdoll him anywhere she wants to go

He sighs "I know he's been trouble, but no question he has talent as a spellcaster. We might need him."

He looks at Gretta "Think you can get Finn out of there quickly?" and points to the stockade
Sep 16, 2019 8:00 pm
"Mind the Imperius," said Zifu, though she did not explain further as she kept her eyes on Docanter. "What kind of weave?" she asked again.
Sep 16, 2019 8:02 pm
She stops and says "Maybe. I don't know. If we're going to do it, we can't waste any more time. And where's the other little fellow with the dog, Jonan or Jan whatever his name is?

Greta looks around for a quick consensus before her next move.
Sep 16, 2019 8:11 pm
Nodding to Greta and the others, Ian turns towards the jailer and says, "The whole fort is leaving. You should too. Leave her keys, we'll see ta the prisoner." He turns his attention to Zifu, "Unless you think I'm actively out ta cause you inconvenience wisdom would argue that it's better ta stop askin' so many goddamn questions an tell me if there's anythin' you absolutely cannot leave w'out."

He turns towards Docanter, "We're gonna need a -lot- of rope an somethin' solid ta brace against. A grapplin' hook or'a metal crossbeam. Somethin' reinforced ta hold twice Greta's weight."
Sep 16, 2019 8:12 pm
OOC:
You're right outside the stairway down to the Stockade. The jailer and Imperius are currently down there.
Sep 16, 2019 8:13 pm
OOC:
Oh, whoops I thought they were in the same room as them. My bad
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Zifu looked sharply at Ian. With a huff of significant inconvenience, she turned her nose and departed, taking the stairs to the right.
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Rolls

sleight of hand - (1d20+5)

(8) + 5 = 13

Sep 16, 2019 8:36 pm
OOC:
As a note, Zifu did NOT go into the stockade, but to go gather her things.
Sep 16, 2019 8:40 pm
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Greta shouts at Ian "Hey Pretty-boy! Are we getting the little Dingus or what?"
Sep 16, 2019 8:45 pm
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Rolls

Constitution - (1d20+2)

(16) + 2 = 18

Sep 16, 2019 8:47 pm
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Shaking his head as Zifu leaves Ian sighs and nods to Greta. "Who doesn't need'a back-up spellcaster?" He goes to open the jail, flinging open in an almost violent manner, glowering at whoever is still inside.
Sep 16, 2019 8:58 pm
The stairway opens to a set of stairs going menacingly downward, then seeming to sweep to the right.
OOC:
Okay, is everybody heading down the stairs?
Sep 16, 2019 9:00 pm
Greta goes down the stairs with Ian and motions for Docanter to follow the two down into the dungeon.
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Sep 16, 2019 9:06 pm
OOC:
Well, Ian is going down there regardless.
Sep 16, 2019 9:16 pm
Ian, Greta, and Doc presumably all go down the stairs together. They take a right, and another right, and...
They are presented with a room that is oppressive in its very nature. The stones bow down as if they are depressed. It smells like dust and fear. There are a set of 10 cells, lined up one after another, and at the very end - you see the back of a purple robed figure with long white hair, and a guard standing from his seat at a table in the corner. In the cell across them was Finn, still shackled behind his back.
Sep 16, 2019 9:19 pm
"Hey!" Ian exclaims before he whistles shrilly. "There's Plague here. The whole fort is evacuatin'. Get'the fuck outta here."
Sep 16, 2019 9:23 pm
Greta looks at the gaoler and sizes him up as a potential foe.
OOC:
Does he look big? Is he armed, armored?
"The little dingus in that cell didn't kill anybody and you know it. We're taking him with us." She states as a matter of fact.
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Sep 16, 2019 9:28 pm
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christ guys, 4 full pages of post in one day. I can't keep up with that pace!
For the sake of simplicity, Johan has followed the others, and luckily for him Snubbs is carrying his gear
Johan is calming Snubbs that picked up the panic. He is visibly shaken.
How the hell are sellswords subposed to fight a plague like that!? I thought it was a undead plague


EDIT: Johan is no where to be seen
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Sep 16, 2019 9:30 pm
OOC:
Sorry, I'm on call tonight so there may be pockets where I don't respond, yeah Doc follows Ian and Greta
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Sep 16, 2019 9:34 pm
The man was large. Definitely imposing. He was in a soldier's Lorica, and he seems as competent as most of the other Drathian soldiers stationed in the fort. You could hear him say clearly: "Yes, miss..." and unholster an axe at his side. He scooped some keys off of his table.

The purple robed figure looked over at the group, raising a brow. It was revealed to be a woman, her white hair in a topknot that fanned down the back of her head. She had yellow eyes that seemed to catch more light than they should, and her purple robe split at the belt to show a pair of baggy pants underneath.

She smiled. "Ah, so there is." she cooed, then turned to face them fully. "You know, it occurs to me I have no reason to stay. Perhaps you could just let me through?" Her voice was low - seething toward the end. She passively looked at Johann while he spoke, then turned her eyes to Ian.
Sep 16, 2019 9:43 pm
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Matching the gaoler, Greta's sword slides from its sheath and she raises her shield. Her eyes narrow as her perpetual scowl intensifies and she emits a low growl, that if the others didn't know better they would have thought was coming from Johan's dog.
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Sep 16, 2019 9:50 pm
"Okay, you -literally- just told me that yer'the one who was responsible fer'the while damn thing." Sighing, Ian shakes his head, sending his long hair waving, "I mean, is it some kind'a verbal tick where you can' go 'oh, shit that'ain' good I better get'the fuck outta here'?"

He sighs, almost forlornly, holding up his hands in a helpless shrug, "So who was you gonna blame b'fore halfling made such'a conveniently stupid scapegoat?" He snaps his fingers in realization as he chuckles, "Right . . . Zifu, blame'the foreigner."
Sep 16, 2019 9:56 pm
The woman's expression went cold. "Actually, nobody needed to be to blame. I'd just prefer everybody involved dead."

The man began walking toward Finn's cell, passing behind the woman as she spoke.

"I do not recommend picking a fight you cannot win. If you let me pass, you can stop this gentleman from killing your friend."
Sep 16, 2019 9:58 pm
Doc slides his shield in place across his left arm, ready for what comes next.
Sep 16, 2019 10:01 pm
"I, uh, I actually don' like 'im. He was basically a dick ta everybody. I think Greta kinda likes him but that might just 'cause she secretly regrets givin' up the quiet life of'a stay at home mom ta be'a badass." Both hands drop to his swords before he goes to charge the woman, "She'll be'a spellcaster! Hold'er down an beat'er like she paid for it!"
Sep 16, 2019 10:05 pm
Once Greta hears the woman admit her role in the plague she shouts "Joke’s on you stupid cow! He’s not my friend and I really don’t care if that fat ass eats the Dingus! But know this o Witch, Greta Ingvarsdottir will take your head and drink to your damnation from your skull!
Sep 16, 2019 10:05 pm
OOC:
Roll me some initiative everybody

Rolls

Enemy initiative - (1d20+2)

(19) + 2 = 21

Sep 16, 2019 10:08 pm
As she boasts, Greta glances at the cells to see if they hold any occupants, living or dead.
Sep 16, 2019 10:10 pm
OOC:
I'm sorry for making us fight the level 12 villain right away guys!

Rolls

Initiative - (1d20+3)

(2) + 3 = 5

Sep 16, 2019 10:10 pm
OOC:
Greta’s initiative roll

Rolls

Initiative - (1D20+2)

(18) + 2 = 20

Sep 16, 2019 10:10 pm
OOC:
Woot!

Rolls

Initiative - (1d20+2)

(8) + 2 = 10

Sep 16, 2019 10:14 pm
OOC:
If/when Zifu gets involved...

Rolls

Initiative - (1d20)

(19) = 19

Sep 16, 2019 10:14 pm
The cells hold no other occupants. Finn is the only prisoner there.
Sep 16, 2019 10:24 pm
OOC:
CURRENT TURN ORDER
Enemy
Johann
Greta
Zifu
Doc
Ian
Finn

Rolling initiatives for Finn and Johann...

Rolls

Finnitiative - (1d20+3)

(3) + 3 = 6

Johavin a good time rolling initiative - (1d20+3)

(17) + 3 = 20

Sep 16, 2019 10:34 pm
OOC:
I got a 10
Sep 17, 2019 1:14 am
The woman smiled a wide smile, then with a motion similar to a viper, whipped her hands up and began tracing a symbol with three fingers. She looked at Greta as she caster, as she was by far the largest and most... dumb looking.

Greta would suddenly feel like a statue. She could not move and that was terrifying.

The lame-brained looking soldier stuck his keys into the cell door, turning it with a clack and opening it up. Looming over Finn with menace, he gripped the axe in his hands and took a swing at the poor shackled halfling. He swung at him once, then twice.

Finn managed to dodge one blow deftly, but the second blow caught him off guard. The sharp iron blade bit into his shoulder so hard it almost caused him to fall over. A curious warm was spreading, and his arm felt loose.(Finn takes 8 damage from a crit)
OOC:
We'll be following Pathfinder's nonlethal rule, which means since it's been about an hour, Finn's Nonlethal HP is at 14. If his actual health goes below 14, he falls unconscious. He heals 1 nonlethal hp per hour, or all of it on a long rest.

Rolls

Greta's Wisdom Save

Two Swings of the Soldier Lummox - (1d20+3, 1d20+3, 1d8+2, 1d8+2)

1d20+3 : (8) + 3 = 11

1d20+3 : (20) + 3 = 23

1d8+2 : (8) + 2 = 10

1d8+2 : (3) + 2 = 5

Sep 17, 2019 11:57 am
Somewhere outside the fort, Johan is ridding Snubbs at an incredibly high speed (~57,6 km/h) for a Mastiff
OOC:
Expeditious Retreat
Sep 17, 2019 12:08 pm
OOC:
Does Greta get another save at the end if her round?
Sep 17, 2019 12:10 pm
SJoyner72 says:
OOC:
Does Greta get another save at the end if her round?
OOC:
Sure does. Needs to beat a DC 14 wisdom save
Sep 17, 2019 12:32 pm
Greta shrieks in her mind as she wills her body to move towards the woman with silver hair and hack her head off of her shoulders... but her limbs are frozen and her voice is silent.

She tries again to move... and through sheer force of will she breaks the bonds that had held her, with a triumphant shout, she points her sword towards her enemy!
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Rolls

Wisdom save - (1D20+1)

(15) + 1 = 16

Sep 17, 2019 1:28 pm
OOC:
What is my item situation? Was all my gear taken from me?
Sep 17, 2019 1:35 pm
theeyetyrant says:
OOC:
What is my item situation? Was all my gear taken from me?
OOC:
Actually, just your pack - which is on the table. You still have your weapons, just shackled hands.
Sep 17, 2019 3:38 pm
OOC:
where's zifu again? Grabbing her belongings?
Sep 17, 2019 3:49 pm
OOC:
The last Doc knew, yes.
Sep 17, 2019 3:53 pm
OOC:
mk, should I just do my turn in combat then? How far away am I from the galoer?
Sep 17, 2019 4:00 pm
OOC:
Just wait for it... Xiao wants to do something.
Sep 17, 2019 4:19 pm
The light patter of shoes rapidly descended the stairs, bringing Zifu back down into the stockade. Her heavy case slung over a shoulder, she leaned precariously to one side as she raced down, one arm held out in balance. The owl Hu knew better than to perch on a potential fall, and swooped in on silent wings above her head.

"My roommate's dead and I sensed a disturbance in the Weave!" she said quickly, noble poise abandoned for expediency.

Zifu blinked as she took in the scene before her. "What are you doing?!" she cried. "That's an Imperius! You can't..." Her words were cut short, shocked by the sight of Finn bleeding profusely thanks to the jailer's readied axe.

"What are YOU doing?!" she continued, pointing at the guard. "That is a prisoner!"

Shocked by such a dramatic and unexpected change, Zifu grabbed her red cord and looped it across her fingers as she stood there trying to make sense of it all.

Hu, meanwhile, dipped his wings and dove straight for the Imperius. He swung dangerously close to her face before veering off towards the ceiling.
OOC:
Zifu takes the Dodge action while she figures out the scene.
Hu provides the Help action to Doc, assuming Doc plans to attack the Imperius.
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Sep 17, 2019 5:10 pm
OOC:
Would anyone moving past the 'Imperious' suffer an opportunity attack? I Just want to get/give a flanking bonus.
Sep 17, 2019 5:15 pm
Cep100 says:
OOC:
Would anyone moving past the 'Imperious' suffer an opportunity attack? I Just want to get/give a flanking bonus.
OOC:
They would suffer from AoO if they went past the Imperius.
Sep 17, 2019 5:29 pm
OOC:
FAMILIARS RULE, thank you I will
Doc prioritizes helping Finn, after witnessing the axe wielding guard hack at the halfling's shoulder while he was restrained.
His onyx gemstone glows as he reaches out toward the guard
"Falcem!"
A sickle, the color of spectral green, materializes in a puff of black smoke and launches itself midair at the guard
"Surma" he follows up his spell with another, a dolorous bell sound emits from the guard's position
OOC:
I cast spirit weapon as a bonus action and attack the guard with it. Since Toll of the Dead is a can trip I can cast it as my action on the guard as well. He needs to make a Wisdom Save DC 13

Rolls

Spiritual Weapon Attack - (1d20+5)

(6) + 5 = 11

Spiritual Weapon Attack Advantage roll - (1d20+5)

(8) + 5 = 13

Spiritual Weapon damage - (1d8+3)

(6) + 3 = 9

Sep 17, 2019 5:32 pm
OOC:
I'm guessing that misses so it'll be 1d8 necrotic dmg from Toll of the Dead if he fails, 1d12 if he is already below his max hp

Rolls

Toll - (1d8)

(8) = 8

Toll if below max hp - (1d12)

(3) = 3

Sep 17, 2019 5:57 pm
The soldier was pulling his axe from Finn, and he took an unexpected step back. The scythe blade flew right by where he just was, cleaving a large swathe out of the rock. The green scythe seemed to pull inward on itself as reality filled in the empty space left by the aethereal spell. Only dissipating black smoke lay in the remains of the weapon.

The toll of the bell sounded around the quiet room with unbearable intensity, vibrating the eardrums of those present. The soldier however, doubled over and began yelling in pain. When the toll died down, his hands were slick with blood.

Rolls

Wisdom Save of the soldier - (1d20+2)

(4) + 2 = 6

Secret Roll

Sep 17, 2019 6:35 pm
As the Imperious revealed herself as a caster, Ian grinned ferociously, predatorily. Gliding forward he draws both his swords in a single, clean motion. Instead of charging right at her he takes a step to the side, clearing enough room for Greta before the steel of his blades plunges towards the traitorous malcontent.

Rolls

Attack Main Weapon - (1d20+5)

(4) + 5 = 9

Attack Secondary Weapon - (1d20+5)

(12) + 5 = 17

Damage Secondary Weapon - (1d8+3)

(5) + 3 = 8

Sep 17, 2019 6:41 pm
The Imperius watches Ian moving as she attempted to bind Greta. She seemed expressionless, save for that cold anger. As she finished her spell, she turned to face him. The first blade was batted away by her palm, which was expectedly noiseless. The second blade, however, plunged right through her shoulder. She didn't make any noise, but grimaced hard.

As the rapier was withdrawn from her shoulder, the robes began to stain dark.
OOC:
It is now Finn's turn.
Sep 17, 2019 8:40 pm
OOC:
If I am correct, the door to my cell is now open, I have my weapons, and my hands are shackled, yes?
Sep 17, 2019 9:21 pm
theeyetyrant says:
OOC:
If I am correct, the door to my cell is now open, I have my weapons, and my hands are shackled, yes?
OOC:
Correct
Sep 17, 2019 9:22 pm
Quickly, I disengage from my attacker and run past him 25’.
OOC:
Let’s say I wanted to find a way to block his attack with my shackles in hopes they’d break, could I?
Sep 17, 2019 9:28 pm
theeyetyrant says:
Quickly, I disengage from my attacker and run past him 25’.
OOC:
Let’s say I wanted to find a way to block his attack with my shackles in hopes they’d break, could I?
OOC:
It could work, but it would take a couple hits. You could dodge as an action, and rather than dodge if he misses by more than 5, he strikes the shackles. Damages the shackles, and they might break depending on the damage.
Sep 17, 2019 9:56 pm
The soldier was reeling, and Finn used the moment to stoop under his legs and get past him. He ran, past the Imperius, and toward Doc, blood dripping all the way. The soldier watched Finn, taking wide steps toward him as he hefted the axe.

This would take him past Ian, granting an attack of opportunity.

He would swing his axe at Finn two more times, aiming to decapitate the little man.

The first swing caught the shackles, which caused a crack in them, but they still held.

The second swing swiped across Finn's right arm(4 damage)


The Imperius immediately began on another weave, thin black fluid dribbling onto the stones from her robe now. This weave was reminiscent of a spiked ball, and she was casting it right at Ian's face with three fingers. She closed her hand, and the weave flared purple in his face. (8 psychic damage) She began circling around him, putting her back to the wall.

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OOC:
CURRENT TURN ORDER
Enemy
Greta
Zifu
•Doc
Ian
Finn

Rolls

Axe strikes - (1d20+5, 1d20+5, 1d8+2, 1d8+2)

1d20+5 : (11) + 5 = 16

1d20+5 : (3) + 5 = 8

1d8+2 : (2) + 2 = 4

1d8+2 : (2) + 2 = 4

Ian's Wisdom Save(beat 14) - (1d20)

(18) = 18

Damage of Spell(half on success wisdom save) - (3d8)

(754) = 16

Sep 17, 2019 11:12 pm
The Wildlander, now freed from the paralysis inflicted upon her by the Imperius, shakes with her unbridled fury at the affront of the spell cast upon her. Greta glares at the woman responsible for the plague with a blazing hatred from deep within the barbarian’s soul.

She closes the gap with an animalistic pounce and using her shield attempts to overbear the spell caster to the ground, her already superior strength and size made all the more potent with the rage of the last of the Ingar!
OOC:
move to Imperius, bonus action Rage, Action: Shove Imperius prone
[ +- ] Prone condition
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Rolls

Shove - (1D20+5)

(16) + 5 = 21

Advantage from rage - (1D20+5)

(13) + 5 = 18

Sep 17, 2019 11:30 pm
OOC:
Haven't you raged 3 times today already? or is this your third?
OOC:
Ah, right.
Sep 17, 2019 11:31 pm
OOC:
This is just her second, she only used the one rage in the brawl.
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Sep 17, 2019 11:32 pm
The Imperius, as she moves behind Ian, is overtaken by a raging barbarian woman. Despite her best efforts against a barbarian that wanted her to fight back, she fell flat on her back with a slap and a hiss.

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Rolls

Counter Athletics because SOMEBODY has integrity - (1d20+4)

(2) + 4 = 6

Sep 17, 2019 11:51 pm
OOC:
This will be for the Attack of Opportunity and Ian's reaction to the spell.
The soldier was chasing down the little halfling as he scrambled and jumped all over the small prison, using the shackles on his wrist to defend against the strikes, at least partly. When the soldier raised his weapon to slash down at Finn, Ian took the chance and reached out to slice at the soldier.

At the same moment the spell caught him, ruining his slice with his rapier. As he nearly doubled over, the long haired man let out of a low growl. Straightening he glowers down at the woman that Greta had tackled. "You should'a cast'a spell that works. But, ta be fair . . ." His eyes narrow, murder glinting across his sharp features, "It's far from'the worst mistake you've made taday."
OOC:
I don't know what I did there but I'm pretty sure I missed?
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Rolls

1d20+5 - (1d8+3)

(1) + 3 = 4

Sep 18, 2019 12:18 am
OOC:
Don't melee-range spells not trigger AoO in 5e?

She was moving within his range too. I'm tempted to invalidate that attack, rather than make Ian drop the rapier. xD
Sep 18, 2019 12:58 am
Cyngi says:
OOC:
Don't melee-range spells not trigger AoO in 5e?

She was moving within his range too. I'm tempted to invalidate that attack, rather than make Ian drop the rapier. xD
OOC:
spells don’t draw AoO anymore. Ranged spell attack if within 5’ would be at disadvantage though. And because she’s on her ass now, all her attacks are disadvantaged (ranged or otherwise) Any adjacent attacks against the Imperius are advantaged *cough cough* Ian. But ranged attacks against Imperius are disadvantaged.
[ +- ] Ranged attack in melee
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Sep 18, 2019 1:01 am
Zifu recovered from the shock as her mind raced to decipher the scene before her. "What is wrong with you?" she called out to the guard. "All of you?!"

She looped both of her hands into her red cord and quickly wove a triangular pattern, pulling the cord taut against three of her fingers. At once, the ground next to the jailer erupted into a giant hand that reached for the armored man, attempting to restrain him.

The owl continued its flurry of wings, trying to distract the guard so that Doc might fare better.
OOC:
Zifu Action: Cast Maximilian's Earthen Grasp at the guard (STR save DC 13 to break free)

Hu Action: Help for Doc.
[ +- ] Maximilian's Earthen Grasp
[ +- ] [url=https://gamersplane.com/characters/dnd5/12535/

Rolls

Maximilian's Earthen Grasp bludgeoning damage - (2d6)

(66) = 12

Sep 18, 2019 1:38 am
Behind the soldier, the ground erupted upward. The stonework formed itself into an amalgam of a giant hand, which closed around the soldier's upper body, squeezing tightly. The soldier seemed to fight against the grip, though, and it was not as effective as it could have been.(6 damage dealt)

He loosens his grip on the axe, and his head jerks one side, then the other. "Ah, gods! What happened, wh--..."

He looked down at the hand.

"WHAT IS GOING ON?"

The axe drops to the floor.
SJoyner72 says:
OOC:
spells don’t draw AoO anymore. Ranged spell attack if within 5’ would be at disadvantage though. And because she’s on her ass now, all her attacks are disadvantaged (ranged or otherwise) Any adjacent attacks against the Imperius are advantaged *cough cough* Ian. But ranged attacks against Imperius are disadvantaged.
OOC:
Right, but the Imperius's attack didn't require an attack roll, it was just a save. Hence no disadvantage. Also dunno why that dice rolled twice

Also, for something requiring a save, go ahead and roll for the enemy and indicate it as their save. I will add their modifier and get the response out. Lastly, showing rolls because not only did GP want to hide the roll, it rolled twice for some reason. Just to show I did not in fact fudge a dice roll to take 6 less damage xD

https://i.imgur.com/4P8qPUl.png

Rolls

Strength save against Earthen Grasp

Strength save against Earthen Grasp

Secret Roll

Sep 18, 2019 10:08 am
In the midst of battle, Doc is relieved for a moment. He had a hunch the guard was not acting on his own accord, and his reaction to the giant hand attempting to restrain him seemed to support this.

As such, Docanter changes tactics. The ghostly sickle, missing its initial target, changes course and flies toward the Imperius on the ground.

"Beo" he says and raises his hands. Finn, Ian and Greta are suffused with greater resolve and vigor.
OOC:
Bonus action to move the spiritual weapon and attack imperius on the ground. Action to cast Bless; Finn, Ian and Greta are now #blessed and can add 1d4 to all attack rolls and saving throws. Spiritual Weapon does not require concentration so bless will be the spell I'm concentrating on.
Last edited September 18, 2019 10:18 am

Rolls

Spiritual Weapon atk - (1d20+5)

(10) + 5 = 15

Spiritual Weapon atk with advantage bc she's prone? - (1d20+5)

(3) + 5 = 8

Spiritual Weapon dmg (force dmg) - (1d8+3)

(2) + 3 = 5

Sep 18, 2019 1:51 pm
The scythe formed again out of the blackened smoke lingering in the room, and it made a ghostly crackling as it changed direction toward the Imperius, directly for her head. She gritted her teeth, and whipped her head to the side, leaving the scythe inches from her. Again, it dissipated into smoke, having not touched her.
Sep 18, 2019 1:53 pm
Towering over the injured Imperious, Ian brings both his blades to bear on the woman. Steel flashes in the light as he calls out towards Zifu, "She's the one who put'the body in'the courtyard! She's b'hind it all!"
OOC:
Okay, so the Main ended up at a 15 and the Secondary at a 21
Last edited September 18, 2019 1:54 pm

Rolls

Main Weapon Attack - (1d20+5)

(6) + 5 = 11

Main Weapon Attack - Advantage - (1d20+5)

(6) + 5 = 11

Secondary Weapon Attack - (1d20+5)

(13) + 5 = 18

Secondary Weapon Attack - Advantage - (1d20+5)

(3) + 5 = 8

Main Attack - Bless - (1d4)

(4) = 4

Secondary Attack - Bless - (1d4)

(3) = 3

Damage Main - (1d8+3)

(2) + 3 = 5

Damage Secondary - (1d8+3)

(8) + 3 = 11

Sep 18, 2019 2:17 pm
Ian began rampantly stabbing as he yelled at Zifu, with his initial strike also being thrown off by her whipping her head around, he decided to go for center mass and stabbed her above the collar bone. A jet of dark liquid jutted up from the wound, splashing up toward Greta and Ian and sprinkling them with it.

It began to burn... But if there was any other effect besides that, it was not apparent.

Rolls

Greta and Ian's constitution saves - (1d20+4, 1d20+0)

1d20+4 : (10) + 4 = 14

1d20+0 : (15) = 15

Greta's and Ian's bless addition - (1d4)

(2) = 2

Sep 18, 2019 2:26 pm
Someone want to help me out of these shackles? I can't do much right now! I again disengage from my attacker and run 25' away, taking a path that will allow someone to get an attack of opportunity.
Sep 18, 2019 2:27 pm
OOC:
and Doc's bless!

Rolls

bless add to save - (1d4)

(2) = 2

Sep 18, 2019 2:58 pm
OOC:
Yes, I am not trying to provoke an attack, merely want anyone chasing me to provoke one. However, if no one is attacking me, I'd rather use my movement to find a place to hide and the use the hide action if possible.
Sep 18, 2019 3:03 pm
theeyetyrant says:
OOC:
Yes, I am not trying to provoke an attack, merely want anyone chasing me to provoke one. However, if no one is attacking me, I'd rather use my movement to find a place to hide and the use the hide action if possible.
OOC:
I'll roll your stealth. For future reference on these conversations, please keep checking the OOC thread and post there. Helps game posts stay in game.
The Halfling disengaged and ran past both the soldier and the Imperius, ducking into his old cell and hiding under the cot within it.

Rolls

Finn's Stealth - (1d20+5)

(2) + 5 = 7

Sep 18, 2019 3:19 pm
The Imperius began tracing a familiar weave sigil in front of Greta's face, and she felt the rigidity take her limbs again...

However, she resisted the attack.


The soldier was busy screaming for help, he began to try and force his way from the Earthen Grasp.

A large cracking sound was heart as he broke the hand's fingers, and he stumbled onto the ground. He used his axe to help him rise, and looked around wild-eyed.

Rolls

Greta's Wisdom Save - (1d20+1, 1d4)

1d20+1 : (12) + 1 = 13

1d4 : (2) = 2

Sep 18, 2019 3:28 pm
Greta drops her shield as she uses her left arm to grab her foe's neck in an attempt to hold the Imperius down. Then she hacks at the strange witch with her father's father's sword in a brutal strike.
OOC:
rage round 2 - Note rage also grants DR to slashing, piercing, and bludgeoning damage.
Action: grapple; Frenzy: bonus action attack
AC: 14 w/ shield or mail shirt (unarmored combat)
[ +- ] rage
[ +- ] Frenzy
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Rolls

Grapple - (1d20+5)

(15) + 5 = 20

advantage on grapple - (1d20+5)

(8) + 5 = 13

Longsword attack - (1d20+5)

(20) + 5 = 25

advantage from prone target - (1d20+5)

(18) + 5 = 23

bless to attack rolls - (1d4)

(3) = 3

longsword -slashing damage - (1d8+5)

(5) + 5 = 10

Sep 18, 2019 3:46 pm
Greta maintained the hold on the Imperius, keeping her shield between them to aid in keeping her down.

Greta then plunged her naked blade into the Imperius's stomach, and she felt dark liquid spray her own midsection. It began to tingle... But there was no apparent effect other than discomfort.

The Imperius did not seem to be reacting at all to this treatment. She merely grinned at Greta.

"You think... this one is responsible for your strife? No... She was a sweet girl before she lost her mind." she said lowly.
OOC:
CURRENT TURN ORDER
Enemy
Greta
Zifu
Doc
•Ian
Finn
Sep 18, 2019 4:13 pm
"Quit killing her and knock her out!" Zifu snapped back at Ian. It was difficult to see what the others were doing as they piled onto the Imperius, but there was no mistaking the sounds of blades entering flesh.

Zifu kept her eyes on the guard. She concentrated on her magical earthen hand and stood ready to grab the jailer again if he tried to attack anybody else. "Soldier! Stand down!"
OOC:
Taking the Ready action. I'll add the bludgeoning damage in case the action is triggered and the guard fails the STR save (DC 13).

Rolls

Maximilian's Earthen Grasp - (2d6)

(43) = 7

Secret Roll

Sep 18, 2019 4:14 pm
The soldier looked at her, seeming more confused than anything. "W...what?" he said.
Sep 18, 2019 5:26 pm
Doc's eyes widened in shock as the imperitor spoke. Who is she? What are we dealing with here?

He snapped back to the situation at hand as soon as the guard started speaking.

"You're mind has been meddled with, we're here to help just get out of here!" Doc barked at the guard

Not knowing any better, Doc continues to attack her. The Sickle appears and tries for another pass

"Maybe we should get out of here too." He suggests to Zifu

"Ignis!"

Sacred flame descends upon the Imperitus from above
OOC:
Bonus action to Sickle attack again, Action to cast Sacred Flame: DEX save DC 13 or 1d8 radiant dmg

Rolls

Sickle - (1d20+5)

(17) + 5 = 22

Sickle Advantage - (1d20+5)

(3) + 5 = 8

Sickle dmg (force type) - (1d8+3)

(5) + 3 = 8

Sacred Flame DEX save - (1d20)

(19) = 19

Sacred Flame dmg if failure (radiant type) - (1d8)

(4) = 4

Sep 18, 2019 5:33 pm
The sickle passed over her again, slicing through both of her cheeks as she spoke to Greta. Her head jerked with the spiritual scythe, but it didn't stop the sentence. She began laughing as dark liquid spattered out of the wounds. It definitely was not blood.

The sacred flame landed atop her, but it didn't seem to do anything. It fizzled to nothing, and steam rose from the vaporized liquid coming out of her face.
Sep 19, 2019 3:23 pm
Zifu's words reach Ian and he stops his assault. He points to Finn, with one sword, "Get some manacles. Bind'er arms an legs." He pauses to look down at his arm where some of the dark liquid had dropped onto his coat, before hissing angrily. "This ain' blood. Doc, can you purify curses?" The other sword goes to Greta, "Keep'er pinned 'till she's chained up, then gag'er."
OOC:
Taking the aid another action for Finn to find/place manacles, if he decides to do it.
Sep 19, 2019 4:23 pm
Uhmmm can I get some help? I hold up my shackled hands.
Sep 19, 2019 5:25 pm
The Imperius lays her head down on the cobbles, Smiling quietly. She weaved a symbol above her, then touched it with her hand. In the space of a second, starting from that point, she turned into a thick, black mist. Flowing around Greta, it went toward the entrance and formulated behind Zifu.

The soldier, who started running, slid to a stop at the sight of her.

She was no longer the same person. With black liquid flowing down her destroyed mouth, it thinned at the edges in the light - looking much like the dark water in the fountain of the courtyard.

She fished in her pocket, pulling out a small, rough stone charm the shape of a dragon's head. "Step toward me..." she mused, readying it for something in her hand.

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Rolls

Secret Roll

Sep 19, 2019 6:30 pm
Greta's fear stricken eyes dart around the claustrophobic chamber looking for an exit, as she recoils from the talisman.

"Watch out!" she warns the group as she ducks and rolls toward the closest cell to take cover from the witch. Coming out of her roll, the quick handed barbarian reaches down and pulls out her dagger with her left hand and flicks it at the Imperius.
OOC:
As I understand it, the Imperius is between the party and the way out. Is this correct?
OOC:
rage has ended, Greta is now exhausted -level 1

Rolls

dagger (thrown) - (1d20+5)

(8) + 5 = 13

damage - (1d4+3)

(2) + 3 = 5

Sep 19, 2019 6:43 pm
The Imperius leans to the left, and the dagger streaks past her, clanging onto one of the steps and bouncing a little before coming to rest. She looked back at it.

"No fair..."

She squeezed the figure, and a light exploded out of it, bright and burning.

The bright light gave way to complete dark.

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Rolls

Xiao's Charisma Save - (1d20+2)

(10) + 2 = 12

Doc's Charisma Save - (1d20+1)

(14) + 1 = 15

Greta's Charisma Save(at advantage) - (1d20+1, 1d20+1, 1d4)

1d20+1 : (1) + 1 = 2

1d20+1 : (14) + 1 = 15

1d4 : (4) = 4

Ian's Charisma Save - (1d20+2, 1d4)

1d20+2 : (6) + 2 = 8

1d4 : (2) = 2

Finn's Charisma Save(at advantage) - (1d20+0, 1d4)

1d20+0 : (7) = 7

1d4 : (3) = 3

Sep 19, 2019 6:55 pm
https://i.imgur.com/vaz6H5B.png
The stockade was as still as the stone around it. Seven bodies lay in different places on the floor. Six of them would begin to stir in their time.

Silence lay heavy upon the room. It was unknown how much time had passed, but one hanging lantern had run out of oil, and the other seemed to be beginning to sputter. Disturbed dust still hung in the air, and it dulled the senses.
Sep 19, 2019 6:57 pm
OOC:
Are the keys still on the table?
Sep 19, 2019 6:57 pm
theeyetyrant says:
OOC:
Are the keys still on the table?
OOC:
Post in the OOC thread please
Sep 19, 2019 7:01 pm
Zifu sat up, holding her head and rubbing her eyes. She readjusted her spectacles and looked around in the fading light, then pattend down her robes as if to double-check their contents.

Her owl alit upon the steps next to her, from wherever he had been the whole time.
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Sep 19, 2019 7:02 pm
I stand and go retry the keys. I hold them up. Anyone care to help me out?
Sep 19, 2019 7:04 pm
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Sep 19, 2019 7:05 pm
"Give me those keys," Zifu stated. She held her hand out, expectantly.
Sep 19, 2019 7:12 pm
I hand them to her
Sep 19, 2019 7:17 pm
Zifu nodded. "Thank you," she said, tucking the keys into her robes. "Finn, was it? I think it best you remain in custody for the time being, until we can sort things out. If you were to walk around, released, it would call into question your involvement in these strange circumstances.

"Do you understand?"
Sep 19, 2019 7:35 pm
I smile. I understand . As soon as she turns her back, I try to slip my shackles.
Last edited September 19, 2019 7:35 pm

Rolls

Dex - (1d20+3)

(15) + 3 = 18

Sep 19, 2019 7:36 pm
Finn nods and smiles, then promptly slips his hands from the shackles, dropping them to the floor. He is now free.
Sep 19, 2019 7:40 pm
I walk by Zifu. If you have the keys, you may need these. I drop them at her feet.
Sep 19, 2019 7:45 pm
Greta rises from the ground stands up and looks at herself examining the effects of the Imperius's "blood." She picks up her sword and collects her shield from where it lay outside the cell.

With a grunt she pokes Docanter with her toe and says "Get up."

Finally looking at their new "prisoner" Greta says "Look here Dingus, you're going to cut out all of your bullshit. We saved your ass and now you owe us. Do what we say, when we say it. Zifu is probably a lot smarter than you, so let's go with her plan. Put those back on if we're around any of the soldiers- for now."

She looks down at the tiny man and punctuates her statement with "Or else we tell these soldiers you are a murderer and they get rid of you, for good. And if they won't do it, I will.

She slides her sword home in its scabbard and gets the errant dagger she had thrown before the world turned dark.
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Sep 19, 2019 7:55 pm
Zifu looked dumbfounded at the shackles dropped at her shoes. "Um, yes," she said, mentally rationalizing how the halfling's hands were bound one second, and free the next.

"Speaking of soldiers," she continued, collecting herself. "Please see to the jailer, and the... well, what I assume was a false Imperius."
Sep 19, 2019 7:57 pm
Tell you what, sweetheart, let me keep the keys in my pocket and I’ll put them back on. I wink at Greta. But you’d do wise to not let the rich make all of your decisions.
Sep 19, 2019 7:58 pm
"You want to see to 'em, do it yourself Zifu ... and give Dingus the keys." says Greta with more than a little irritation at being ordered about by the smaller bookish woman.

Greta then shifts her gaze to Finn. "Pick up and put on the shackles, before I smash your runty face in."
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Sep 19, 2019 8:03 pm
Zifu weakly stood, shifting her owl to her shoulder. "I think it's a bad idea to give the suspected prisoner the keys," she said, and turned to Finn.

"I apologize, Mr. Dingus, but you have not exactly proven yourself capable of making sound decisions, and you are still bound by the law of Drathis. If you wish to clear your name and restore the honor of your patron, Lord Mardelik, it would be wise to cooperate with the investigation and put no further suspicion upon yourself."

She approached the body of the jailer to see if the man was still alive.
Sep 19, 2019 8:05 pm
The jailer was still alive, though unconscious. He seemed deep in sleep.
Sep 19, 2019 8:10 pm
Zifu knelt tried to wake the jailer with a shake of the man's shoulder. "On your feet, soldier," she said, trying to add the commanding tone she witnessed elsewhere in the fortress.

Rolls

Persuasion, if needed - (1d20+4)

(8) + 4 = 12

Sep 19, 2019 8:12 pm
The man woke. He groaned, and sat up. He pulled off his helmet to reveal a blonde afro.

"Up... I'm up..."

He looked around, eyes falling to where the Imperius had been standing. It was now a pile of blackened bones and a dark, dried stain. He cleared his throat, backing away from it. "Wh...what is that?"
Sep 19, 2019 8:13 pm
Zifu stood and approached the Imperius, wary of what she might expect to find. "It is... or was, the Imperius," she said. "I do not know what transpired before I arrived, nor do I completely understand what compelled you, soldier, to attack a bound prisoner unprompted."

She kept her eyes on the blackened corpse. "But, this area should be quarantined, and the Legate notified. You will accompany the prisoner and us out of the stockade."
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Sep 19, 2019 8:17 pm
Seeing the bones, Zifu dared not approach any closer. "As for the rest of you, do not come near nor handle the bones. Ingvarsdottir's claim has some merit, though not at the cost of such panic. After all, we have been near this body for at least eight hours. Just keep clear."
Sep 19, 2019 8:22 pm
Greta interjects "I don't know about tram spires. But that - thing" she says pointing at the pile of bones "Was that Imp ear lady. And she said she was the one who started this plague out in the fountain, and I guess she tricked gold head here to hacking at Dingus. "

At the mention of Finn's new nickname she glares at the halfling and holds out her fist. Everyone gets the sense that if Finn doesn't pick up the manacles and put them back on, the barbarian will make good her promise.
Sep 19, 2019 8:22 pm
"Don't touch the bones? Ma'am, the bones are right by the stairway, we have to get around them to get upstairs. And, are you serious? Is he still a suspect after that?" He stood as he spoke, looking between her and Finn. "We'll want to inform the Legate of what happened here, and we found whatever did it. It... controlled me, and it tried to kill you all!"
Sep 19, 2019 8:25 pm
"I doubt that'll be necessary." Doc says, eyes open but still lying on the ground; taking note of the passage of time by the lamps overhead.
He rises stiffly from the floor and rubs his head where it made contact with the ground.
"Most if not everyone is dead by now."
He heads for the exit to observe the state of the city above; avoiding the remnants of the imperius as best he can.
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Sep 19, 2019 8:29 pm
Doc ghosted past everybody, stepping over the bones and up the stairs.

The soldier watched him pass, seeming speechless.
Sep 19, 2019 8:35 pm
"Soldier," said Zifu, "aside from you and I, everyone here is personally connected to the suspect. If we are to clear his name, we must not make it seem like we are allowing them to break the suspect free of custody. It will undoubtedly paint a better image of Lord Mardelik and Mr. Dingus if they were seen cooperating with us, rather than acting against."

She watched as Doc stepped past the bones, and noted the difference between his interaction and her experience. "It seems safe enough to pass," she said as she approached the stairs to pass through. "Just don't touch the bones."
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Sep 19, 2019 8:37 pm
The soldier looked at her incredulously, but he nodded and stepped over the bones carefully, axe in hand. He went up the stairs after Zifu.
Sep 19, 2019 8:43 pm
Begrudgingly, I put the shackles on, but I put them in as loose as possible, allowing me to slip them easily.
Sep 19, 2019 8:43 pm
Greta drags Ian up to a standing position "Come on pretty boy. She helps him along like a drunk, half dragging half carrying the charlatan up the stairs and after the group.
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Sep 19, 2019 9:09 pm
At the top of the stairs, it was apparent that the rest of the castle was silent as well. Along with that, it was very dark. Torches hadn't been lit, and only one light shone down near the end of the hall to the right. Another hanging lantern that was sputtering. The smell of rot drifted in through a small gust of wind that snuck into the fort.


"Does anyone have a light?" asked the soldier.
Sep 19, 2019 10:19 pm
Groaning awake as Greta hauls him up, Ian grumbles irritably. "Ugh. This just keeps gettin' better'n better." He pats the larger woman on the shoulder, giving her a thumbs up. Shaking his head to clear it and sending his long hair waving he coughs before he spits on the ground.

"I'm takin' command'a the situation." Angry eyes seem to glow faintly in the dark as he checks his equipment, before he glowers at Finn, "Yer dipshittery was'a fine distraction fer that witch ta curse this place an kill that soldier. Act yer age, not yer shoe size from now on or I will deal w'you maself. An you," he raised a finger to point at Zifu, "I hope this was the last time you'll question me considerin' that it took me thirty fuckin' minutes ta figure out'a plot you wasn' even aware of. So you can take yer pretentious snobbery, shove it up yer ass so that I can fuckin' save it for you."

Sighing he rubs the bridge of his nose, muttering angrily to himself. "Greta, Doc. Nice work. Thank you fer listening."
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Sep 19, 2019 11:08 pm
A silence settled over the party momentarily. Wind could continue to be heard coming from their right. The hanging lamp down the corridor sputtered and went out.

Now totally dark, an eerie sense of discomfort settled - like there was something incredibly wrong, but it was very hard to tell what. It was very cold, and way too quiet.
Sep 19, 2019 11:40 pm
Zifu twisted her cord around her finger, reached up and touched the tip of an unlit torch. A burst of brilliant white light surrounded the object, which Zifu pulled free and held it out to the soldier.

"Considering the evidence, Lord Mardelik," she said evenly in response to Ian, "one might think you concocted this plan yourself. Your claim of being a 'head investigator' was a lie and you purported authority that you did not have. You and your assets have conveniently eliminated the one person you alleged to be the perpetrator."

Her expression was serene, even as she waited for the jailer to take possession of the Light-infused torch.
Sep 19, 2019 11:50 pm
The jailer took the torch.

"But Lady, she was a perpetrator. Or at least, she was not a good person." He looked around, then leant in as if to whisper.

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Zifu nodded to the soldier, clasping her hands before herself under her sleeves. "Be that as it may, why was she here in the first place? Isn't it because of Mr. Finn Dingus, the suspect?"

She sighed, and looked down at the floor. "Forgive me. These events have clouded my better judgment. You are right, of course. Attacking a prisoner in custody does not make sense.

"So,"
said Zifu, turning to Ian. "What is this plot, then?" Her eyebrows rose, her lips grew taut, as though she fully expected to be positively floored by the revelation.
Sep 20, 2019 12:01 am
First off all, Mr. Can-Barely-Survive-a-Fight, you a’int my pappy so you can’t talk to me like that. Second of all, any time you think you can beat me in a fight without the Orc, you’re welcome to try. I motion to Greta when I say Orc.
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Just for the record, I know Greta isn’t an Orc.
Sep 20, 2019 12:07 am
Zifu noted the exchange with an arched brow.
Sep 20, 2019 12:11 am
"Uh, an attempt by'the malevolent super intelligence what infects, posseses an corrupts those it infects ta destroy the garrison'a this fort in order ta allow unchecked wave upon wave'a mutated wildlife while corrupted land slowly grows south ta remake the land inta a endless, tortured mockery of itself." He pauses to take a breath, "Which we'll find evidence of inside the Legate's office. Which is our second stop."
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Sep 20, 2019 12:15 am
The jailer blinked at Ian several times throughout the entire spiel. "I.... I'm out. I need to see if my mum is alive." Without further adieu, he took off down the corridor, in a full sprint, going right. The light faded as he rounded a corner.
Sep 20, 2019 12:18 am
Zifu rolled her eyes, and took her small lamp from out of her case. She counted to ten, then with her cord still wrapped around her finger, wove Light onto the lamp.

She kept an ear out for a possible reaction from the jailer, whose torch would extinguish immediately after her spell.
Sep 20, 2019 12:22 am
A high yelp could be heard down the corridor, and the distant sound of an impact of flesh on stone.

"Oh god it's dark!" it echoed.

"Just... ----- feel..."
Sep 20, 2019 12:27 am
Ian's eyes widen sharply as the soldier lets out a cry, "Shit!" Hands on his swords he starts to run in that direction, "Hurry up! Maybe Zifu hasn' totally killed him yet!"
Sep 20, 2019 12:37 am
Zifu remained in place, watching Ian run off into the darkness. Without taking her eyes off his back disappearing down the hall, she said to the others, "Now would be a good time for any of you to light a torch or lantern. Or did you not pack one in your haste to leave?"
Sep 20, 2019 12:50 am
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Sep 20, 2019 1:10 am
"Dingus, shut your pie hole." growls Greta. "I watched you get your little ass beat by a bunch of weaklings, and nearly chopped up by Goldie. Don’t boast, or I’ll watch Ian poke some more holes in you."

Then she removes her heavy pack and takes a bundle of torches lashed to the side and hands one to Docanter and keeps another for herself. She then produces a flint and steel from her belt pouch, striking it and producing a spark that lights Docanter’s torch.

"Hold that there Doc." she says and then removes the chainmail shirt from the pack and shrugs it on.

Once she’s properly armored, Greta lights her torch from Doc’s. With her shield slung over her back, Greta holds the torch aloft in her left hand and then draws her longsword, wielding it in her right.

"Ok, let’s go." she says to nobody in particular, moving to the front of the party.
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Sep 20, 2019 1:14 am
Yeah, go on Greta. Keep threatening the smallest one here. You and I both know Ian is nothing without you. . I take the opportunity to slip my shackles off again.

Rolls

Dexterity - (1d20+3)

(15) + 3 = 18

Sep 20, 2019 1:19 am
Once Finn speaks, Greta hands Doc her torch, and then turns around and smacks Finn across the face with the back of her hand.

Rolls

Unarmed attack - (1D20+5)

(8) + 5 = 13

reckless attack -advantage - (1D20+5)

(18) + 5 = 23

Damage - (1D4+3)

(1) + 3 = 4

Sep 20, 2019 1:25 am
Finn was subsequently smacked by a large woman, taking 4 points of nonlethal damage. His head spun from the force of it, and he stumbled a step. The shackles clattered to the floor, as he'd slipped them again as well.
Sep 20, 2019 1:31 am
Zifu blinked, though her expression remained neutral. "To the courtyard. We can access the Legate's tower from there."
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Sep 20, 2019 1:32 am
The party has the option of going to their right, where Ian had gone, or to their left. In the darkness, the fort looks entirely different - so prior experience will have little effect on where they are going.

The distant sounds of a jailer stubbing his toes in the dark could be heard.
Sep 20, 2019 1:35 am
"We go this way" says Greta, taking her torch back from Doc. And she moves off to the right.
Sep 20, 2019 1:40 am
Zifu followed, holding her lantern aloft. She tried her best to remember the steps they took for reference, and to stave off the disorientation.
Sep 20, 2019 1:50 am
I merely smile a bloody smile at Greta.
Sep 20, 2019 1:51 am
The party encroached upon Ian, who was trying to make his way in the dark.

Ahead of them was a stone wall, and to the left was another hallway that stretched into darkness.

The air was very still.
Sep 20, 2019 1:54 am
"Hello! Blondie!" Ian looks this way and that for the soldier, "Get'the fuck back here! This's no place ta be wanderin' blind!"
Sep 20, 2019 1:58 am
There was no response other than the quiet.
Sep 20, 2019 2:21 am
Greta stoops down holding her torch aloft looking at the ground for any sign of the jailer’s passage, before sniffing the cool air for any trace indicating where he may have gone.

Rolls

survival - (1D20+3)

(10) + 3 = 13

Sep 20, 2019 2:24 am
Zifu looked at the wall and the hallway beyond, trying to reference these vague landmarks in her hazy recollection of the fortress layout.

Rolls

Survival - (1d20+1)

(18) + 1 = 19

Sep 20, 2019 2:25 am
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"I think this way leads to the officers' quarters," said Zifu. She peered down the hallway.
Sep 20, 2019 2:50 am
"He went that way" she says pointing to the left with her sword.
Sep 20, 2019 2:52 am
The party began moving down the left corridor. To their right, a wooden door could be seen, currently closed.

Forward, the hallway continued.
Sep 20, 2019 2:58 am
Greta looks to Zifu and asks "Do you have some magic, or should I just kick this door down?"
Sep 20, 2019 3:04 am
Zifu stopped to look at both Greta and the door. "There may be another black skeleton on the other side. Let us stand clear," she said, moving at least 20 feet away.

She gestured with her hand, her red cord sparkling with gold thread in the lamplight. With a whispered word, a spectral, disembodied hand appeared by the door handle, and made to open the way slowly.
Sep 20, 2019 3:06 am
The hand pulled at the handle uselessly. It seems to be locked.
Sep 20, 2019 3:09 am
"Locked," said Zifu. "Perhaps we move on?"
Sep 20, 2019 9:21 am
"No, just gimme some light." Moving forward, Ian reaches into his coat and takes out a leather satchel and unrolls it. A variety of tools are lined up in individual pouches. "I just need'a few seconds." Selecting a few, he starts to work, muttering quietly, "We need ta hit'the armory as soon as we can. I've a feelin' we're not well equipped 'nough ta handle anythin' we might run inta here."

Rolls

Thieves Tools - (1d20+5)

(8) + 5 = 13

Sep 20, 2019 11:18 am
"I agree." Doc says "We need to grab food, water, weapons, armor; anything we can and then leave this place as soon as possible."
Sep 20, 2019 11:37 am
Greta asks Ian "What’s so important in the Let gate’s room?" as he fiddles with the lock.
Sep 20, 2019 11:56 am
"Well," Ian says quietly as he works the tumblers and listens to the lock. "Aside from my documentation which is'the only thing what allows me ta prove my identity since my reputation does -not- precede me, we'll find'the travel papers fer that Imperius that was possessed as well as records on whether she's been out on any field excursions. If she has then it's likely she picked up that curse in'the wilderness, but if she hasn't then the curse has already found its way south. Which would mean that we'd need ta report ta the royal court -immediately- ta warn them or tens'a thousands could die."
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Sep 20, 2019 1:01 pm
Greta mentions to Docanter "Remember those two robe wearing strangers at Toyacheck’s place? That witch who turned into the plague bones, she was wearing the same clothes."
Sep 20, 2019 1:12 pm
Someone wanna catch me up to what you guys were doing while I was falsely imprisoned? I look at Ian and then Zifu. And next time, let me pick the lock. Fingers is more than capable.
Sep 20, 2019 1:56 pm
"Look, you've already had way more than I did ta go on, so I can' help you if you haven' figured it out on yer own yet." He keeps working on the tumblers before he asks, "Is you three gonna gimme a spell count or what?"
Sep 20, 2019 2:20 pm
Greta answers Finn "After those weaklings beat you up, and were about to throw you from the window you know and we saved your sorry ass for the first time? We ate breakfast, and then we invessa..inves.. looked at the plague bones in the fountain. Then everyone started trying to leave to fort, but then we went down to the jail to ...

Greta scratches her head

"what was it again Ian? Oh yeah! It was to save your sorry ass again! You saw everything that happened. The Imp-ear was really a witch and Golden head, tried to chop you up."
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Sep 20, 2019 2:32 pm
If you recall, my dear. I took out two of the four weaklings, with one wave of my hand. I smile at Greta, teeth still bloody. And I had everything handled in the jail, until you guys came barging in. I was just biding my time.
Sep 20, 2019 2:53 pm
"Woooow. Okay, the next witch or warlock we fight is all yours. No back-up." He snickers slightly, "I mean, y'could always head out on forward recon an clear the whole fortress for us. If'n y'hurry y'might get back b'fore I get this lock open."
Sep 20, 2019 3:07 pm
With as long as it takes you to open a lock, I might.
Sep 20, 2019 3:17 pm
Ian finally manages to get the lock open, and it unlocks with a satisfying thunk.

In the distance, a scream could be heard. A scream of pain, and terror. It sounded like it was coming from the fortress.
Sep 20, 2019 3:49 pm
Zifu set her lamp down, draped her cord around two of her fingers, then wove a a shield-like string figure with her other hand to surround herself with protective force. She picked up the lamp and waited.
Sep 20, 2019 3:52 pm
Greta opens the door and thrusts her torch in to illuminate the scene.
Sep 20, 2019 3:58 pm
I move towards a wall, blending into the shadows.

Rolls

stealth - (1d20+7)

(16) + 7 = 23

Sep 20, 2019 4:02 pm
The light flooded the next room from the crackling, smoky torch. Revealing it to be...

An armory. Gladius, Javelins, and Axes hung on weapon racks lining the right wall, while suits of Lorica were directly ahead of Greta, on the other side of a long table. The table itself had odds and ends, such as whetstones, leather straps, or other tools that could be used alongside weapons. Anything above the obvious to try and find in this room would require a search, but it was bristling with weaponry.

As far as could be told, there were no bodies in this room.

Another door could be barely seen on the back wall, partially obscured by an extinguished hanging lamp.
Sep 20, 2019 4:08 pm
Zifu stepped past the hidden halfling and into the armory. She held her lamp up and tried to squint past the moving shadows from the weapons, and proceeded to the table. She eyed the whetstones, then confiscated as many as she could into a bag.

Hu, she thought to her familiar, please keep an eye out in the hallway. I trust your vision in this dark.

The owl squirmed free of her robe, and with an indignant fluff and preen of his feathers, flew back out of the armory to perch on an unlit torch or hanging lantern.
Sep 20, 2019 4:12 pm
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Sep 20, 2019 4:23 pm
I motion my hands. Come forth Fingers, do what you do. I send Fingers to grab me some daggers. While I look around for any thing that might have a lid or closed door, chests, desks, and the like.
OOC:
If you prefer Investigation, it's +2 not +5

Rolls

perception - (1d20+5)

(15) + 5 = 20

Sep 20, 2019 4:35 pm
Greta examines the selection of armor.
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what is available?
Sep 20, 2019 4:36 pm
You witness Finn send his mage hand forward, then promptly start looking around. The mage hand hangs in the air, as its caster is preoccupied.

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Sep 20, 2019 4:39 pm
I pocket the two weapons and ignore the rest. I then focus on my hand and send him to any short swords I may see.
Sep 20, 2019 4:51 pm
"Arm yerselves with whatever might be needed." Ian does the same, moving towards the armor in the room and pulling on a set before setting out to find some crossbow bolts and anything else of note.
OOC:
Both Investigation and Perception are at +2 for Ian.

Rolls

Perception/Investigation - (1d20+2)

(17) + 2 = 19

Sep 20, 2019 4:53 pm
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Sep 20, 2019 5:01 pm
While she waited for the others to ransack the armory, Zifu repeated a weave of her enchanted cord. Once finished, she swept her hands across her robes, as though smoothing them out.
Sep 20, 2019 5:03 pm
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Sep 20, 2019 5:18 pm
A grim Docanter surveys the room for medium armor better than his own; keeping his ears open for more noises.
Sep 20, 2019 5:46 pm
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Rolls

Secret Roll

Secret Roll

Sep 20, 2019 5:57 pm
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Sep 20, 2019 6:09 pm
Already satisfied with her superior quality armor, Greta keeps a lookout at the doorway, watching and listening for anything coming their way.
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passive perception 13
Sep 20, 2019 6:13 pm
Outside of the armory, Hu maintained his own observation.
[ +- ] Hu, the tiny burrowing owl

Rolls

Perception, Advantage - (1d20+3, 1d20+3)

1d20+3 : (6) + 3 = 9

1d20+3 : (20) + 3 = 23

Sep 20, 2019 6:30 pm
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Sep 20, 2019 6:36 pm
Doc walked around the table, toward the rack of Gladius. He went to the very end, and picked out a distinctly different feeling sword.

While sheathed, it started normally, but after about a third of the blade, it curved forward in a 'C', toward where one would cut, and ended in a hooked spike on the opposite side.

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Sep 20, 2019 6:41 pm
"Hm, fitting" He said with a look of approval; then fixed the blade in its sheath to his waist.
Sep 20, 2019 6:42 pm
Outside, Greta would notice that the silence felt - rather than whole, threaded with something... Nothing that was particularly describable, but as if a presence was watching just outside of the torchlight.

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Sep 20, 2019 6:45 pm
Before sheathing the weapon, he notes the blade as black in color

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Rolls

Perception if needed - (1d20+5)

(14) + 5 = 19

Investigation if needed - (1d20)

(20) = 20

Guidance so-sorry-for-spamming-I-can-stop-if-needed Bonus - (1d4)

(2) = 2

Sep 20, 2019 6:46 pm
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Secret Roll

Sep 20, 2019 6:51 pm
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"Zifu, have you seen this metal before?" he asks
Sep 20, 2019 7:00 pm
Zifu held her lamp above the sword and inspected the metal. She touched the flat part of the blade and peered closely, gauging whether the senses could trigger a memory or experience.

Rolls

History - (1d20+5)

(6) + 5 = 11

Sep 20, 2019 7:13 pm
OOC:
Let me know if Ian's roll found him anything. Even if it's just crossbow bolts.
Sep 20, 2019 7:14 pm
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As Xiao brought the lamp up to the sword - the closer the light got to the metal, the dimmer the light became.
Sep 20, 2019 7:18 pm
Cep100 says:
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Let me know if Ian's roll found him anything. Even if it's just crossbow bolts.
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Ha missed that.
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Sep 20, 2019 7:23 pm
"A fascinating reaction," Zifu muttered as her lamp dimmed. "I have seen this metal, but not up close," she said, stepping back away from the sword to give Doc space. "It is a rare metal that comes from a few places, including Morveth."

She looked at the nearest torch. "Bring that flame," she said. "Let us see if the fire reacts similarly."
Sep 20, 2019 7:28 pm
Hauling out a wooden box from some dusty corner, Ian pulls it into the light before opening it.
Sep 20, 2019 7:43 pm
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Once the box caught the light, silvery sigils could be seen, very square and blocky. They inscribed on the wood of the box. Upon trying to open it, Ian found it to be locked. The latch was secured by a lock he'd never seen before, with four separate holes in a square.
Sep 20, 2019 7:52 pm
Doc gazes in awe at the reaction to light this blade had.
"Truly fitting..." he murmured
"What is a weapon fit for Thotan doing in the middle of a Drathian armory I wonder. Greta, do you mind?" he motions for the torch
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Sep 20, 2019 8:07 pm
Frowning at the box and the complicated lock, Ian stares at it for a moment before he kicks it. Not super hard but just enough to show his irritation.
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Rolls

Thieves Tools - (1d20+5)

(6) + 5 = 11

Sep 20, 2019 8:09 pm
Try as Ian might, the classical thieves tools could do nothing against this lock. It was like a normal lock, except it had four tumblers that needed to be unlocked at once - requiring four lockpickers to even crack.
Sep 20, 2019 8:11 pm
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That's why I rolled the thieves tools, before I typed up a post, in case I got a 20. Alas not to be.
Sep 20, 2019 8:23 pm
Zifu looked around. "Are we done here?" she asked. The question was more of a practical nature, devoid of insinuating anything.

"We are still near the stockade. I am not certain, but I believe the Legate's office is located across the courtyard from here."
Sep 20, 2019 8:27 pm
I say we take as much as we can hold.
Sep 20, 2019 8:42 pm
"We might hafta take the long way. Whatever's wrong here was went ta start wrong in that courtyard." He frowns slightly in concern, "I hope those Inquisitors got out alright." Leaving the box for right now he takes a moment to look around at the armory, picking up a couple of gladius and four daggers that he sticks into his boots and belt., "Okay, I'm set." He does a final check on the leather armor he's pulled on. "Everyone grab spare weapons. If we run inta anythin' worse than that witch its blood might burn through steel."
Sep 20, 2019 8:46 pm
Zifu waited patiently. She kept her lamp aloft to provide light for those still searching.
Sep 20, 2019 8:49 pm
Greta holds the torch next to Docanter’s new weapon. She mentions the feeling of dread and being observed by something or someone outside the torchlight.

"I feel like we’re being watched. Like the whole quiet itself was looking."

Greta grabs a battle axe and straps it across her pack.

"I’m ready."
Sep 20, 2019 8:51 pm
"Well, we -is- bein' watched," Ian mutters quietly as he grips the two gladius unsheathed in his hands. "So that is'a true an accurate statement."
Sep 20, 2019 8:55 pm
The Gladius were short, much like shortswords, with a pointed tip and widened blade near the hilt. Functionally, there were just like the shortsword - with a different make.

As Greta spoke about the dread of being watched,the torchlight dimmed slowly, until suddenly it quickly extinguished. This was about 6 inches from the blade itself.
Sep 20, 2019 9:14 pm
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Footsteps sounded from outside of the door they came from. They sounded spaced apart.
Sep 20, 2019 9:39 pm
"Be ready" he says, raising his shield and fully unsheathing the mysterious sword
Sep 20, 2019 9:42 pm
I pull out my two gladius and move into the shadows.

Rolls

Stealth - (1d20+7)

(19) + 7 = 26

Sep 20, 2019 9:52 pm
Waving his sword at Greta to get her attention Ian gestures at the wall along the door before he takes up position, quietly, on the other side of the door. He presses up against it, ready to flank whatever it was that came through.

Rolls

Stealth - (1d20+5)

(6) + 5 = 11

Sep 20, 2019 10:09 pm
Greta wields her longsword in both hands as she too ducks into a shadow off to the side of rhe door

Rolls

Stealth - (1D20+4)

(11) + 4 = 15

Sep 20, 2019 10:37 pm
The footsteps came a little closer, then the sound of a pile of sticks hitting the floor could be heard as a blackened skull rolled into view in the doorway.
Sep 20, 2019 10:44 pm
Shaking his head, Ian tries to silently tell the others to not move a goddamn muscle, with the telepathy that all androgynous redheads have. All of them. Holding his breath he listens for other sounds.

Rolls

Perception - (1d20+2)

(19) + 2 = 21

Sep 20, 2019 10:46 pm
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Sep 20, 2019 11:06 pm
Zifu looked at her lamp, and reasoned that whatever was approaching was attracted to the light. She stood by the table and closed her eyes, brow furrowed in concentration.
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Sep 20, 2019 11:20 pm
A moment passed... Then another. The skull sat watching the armory.

Nothing was happening...
Sep 20, 2019 11:23 pm
Zifu gasped, breaking the silence. "Close the door," she hissed, then mentally commanded Hu to join the group inside the armory.
Sep 20, 2019 11:42 pm
Nodding, Ian uses his borrowed gladius to slowly close the door as quietly as he could. In the dark, he kept listening for any sign of what was the cause of so much strife.

Rolls

Stealth - (1d20+5)

(12) + 5 = 17

Sep 21, 2019 12:15 am
The door swung closed, squeaking slightly. The silence could be felt on the other side of the door, but the low drone of Zifu's magically lit lantern filled the armory with uneasy life.
Sep 21, 2019 12:44 am
Greta creeps across the armory and tries the door on the other side.

Rolls

Stealth - (1D20+4)

(1) + 4 = 5

Sep 21, 2019 12:48 am
Zifu cried, "Ouch! You stepped on my toe!" before she clamped her hand over her mouth.
Sep 21, 2019 12:56 am
There was no response from the loud noise, it seemed...

The door was locked.
Sep 21, 2019 1:23 am
Heavier footfalls could be heard coming from the opposite side of the door that Ian had closed. Along with these, was a pale blue light bleeding from under it. The footfalls seemed to stop outside the door.

"Hello?" called a female voice, light and airy.

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OOC:
1) is this the door that Greta is in front of? (i.e. the second door?)
2) does Greta recognize the voice as that of the Imperius?
Greta waves over Finn and points to the lock.
Sep 21, 2019 1:56 am
OOC:
It's the door you came from
and it does not sound like the imperius. The imperius was lower, this one is high, and young.
Sep 21, 2019 3:34 am
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*sigh* Does is sound like the Inquisitor Ian hit on?
Sep 21, 2019 3:36 am
OOC:
Nope!
Sep 21, 2019 5:54 am
Zifu checked her shoe to see if the large barbarian left any imprint. "Who is it?" she asked aloud.
Sep 21, 2019 6:19 am
"...Someone who values the importance of knowledge." she said guardedly, the light flickering a little from under the door.
Sep 21, 2019 6:21 am
Zifu tapped the toe of her shoe on the floor. "The collection of knowledge cannot be understated," she replied in turn. "Open the door, Lord Mardelik."
Sep 21, 2019 2:49 pm
"Fine, but not w'out pointin' out that you have been'a unhelpful asshole since this whole thing started an some basic 'please an thank you' would go a long way ta convincin' me that yer an actual person an not a mannequin made outta bitch wood." He opens the door fairly quickly as he snickers, "Not that I'm pinin' over yer approval, I just feel like you oak me an apology."
Sep 21, 2019 3:28 pm
Zifu tilted her head. "Please? Thank you?" she repeated, almost incredulously. "This to someone who, since we've met, has been nothing but abrasive, offensive, and rude? I do not know what passes for nobility where you are from, Lord Mardelik, but your behavior and mannerisms hardly warrant even a token of respect, much less an apology."
Sep 21, 2019 3:45 pm
"Both of you shut up, if you gonna open the door do it!" barks Greta.
Sep 21, 2019 3:50 pm
The door opened, revealing a black robed, blue haired woman who - while initially looking relieved, quickly became confused and concerned at the argument occurring. She was holding a metal staff with an aquamarine tip, which she put between herself and the party reflexively. The tip glowed with the light that was previously seen.

"Did... did I come at a bad time?"
Sep 21, 2019 3:54 pm
Greta having not Ian’s knack for biting snark simply walks towards her and declares "I am Greta Ingvarsdottir, who are you?!"
Sep 21, 2019 3:54 pm
Zifu sighed. "No, you are well received," she said. She looked upon the blue-haired woman with a serene expression. "I thought you were still in bed."
Sep 21, 2019 4:07 pm
She looked up at Greta, tilting her head. "Axu."

She looked over to to Zifu. "Can I come in? It smells out here."
Sep 21, 2019 4:11 pm
"It's just as bad in here," Zifu admitted, notably not yet granting permission. "What happened to you? Last I saw, you were late to breakfast, and then... well, did you have company in your bed?"
Sep 21, 2019 4:18 pm
"No... I don't know what you're referring to. I was out of bed before you," she looked around.

"Was one of you the one who screamed?"
Sep 21, 2019 4:19 pm
While Greta and Axu speak Greta moves over to Finn. "Dingus, can you use your hand to open the lock on the other door? "
Sep 21, 2019 4:30 pm
"Someone was in your bed," said Zifu, evidently not letting the scenario slide. "Someone that later turned into blackened bones and gray dust.

"If you had left the room before I did, where did you go? Did you not eat with the officers?"
Sep 21, 2019 4:37 pm
"Are... Are we talking about before the city fell?" asked Axu genuinely.
Sep 21, 2019 4:46 pm
"...the city fell"? Greta looks up from Finn upon hearing Axu.

"How long ago was that?" she asks, looking around at her companions.
Sep 21, 2019 4:54 pm
Zifu looked over at Doc, then returned her attention to Axu. "I suppose we are," she said. "Our first night of introduction? The next morning before the sun rose, and it was the call to breakfast. Reports began to circulate about a body in the courtyard."

She continued, "Before we speak about the fallen city, what happened to you that morning?"
Sep 21, 2019 4:56 pm
"About... four days ago. I thought I was the only survivor initially, but a group of people are trying to escape the city."

She put her hand her hip satchel as she spoke further. "I came back for a few... things. But then I heard a scream come from this direction."

She looked over at Zifu. "I couldn't sleep, so I went out of the fort at around three in the morning for a walk. I had breakfast, and when I came back the fort was locked down." She shrugged helplessly.
Sep 21, 2019 4:57 pm
"Oh. Ohhhh . . ." Ian says slowly before sighing and palming his face. "Oh shit." He motions for Greta to pull the new woman inside before he closes the door and tries to secure it. "Okay. Imma need ten minutes fer'a new plan . . ."
Sep 21, 2019 5:00 pm
Greta ignores Ian’s direction and interjects over Zifu

"No. We are gonna talk about the city falling. How did it happen, and who are in your group? "

Her longsword still brandished and her body language indicates she’s not allowing Axu in, yet.
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Sep 21, 2019 5:04 pm
"You will forgive my questions," said Zifu. "It is disconcerting to think that a stranger entered our room while you were out, without triggering the alarm, who later became a black skeleton much like that found in the courtyard. Then to discover you alive and well, after our own encounter with someone impersonating a Drathian official."

Rolls

Insight on Axu's answers - (1d20+1)

(12) + 1 = 13

Sep 21, 2019 5:11 pm
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"These... black skeletons kept popping up over the course of that day. Murders, or something. That is, until everybody started turning into them all over the place. I hid in a sewer, and then a day or two later, everybody was one."


She pursed her lips. "As for who is in my group... There's a big bull man, a smithing woman, and a dwarf engineer... or something of that nature."

She listened to Zifu's question after, not seeming preturbed at all at the bombardment. "Oh, that must have been my--"


There was the sound of rattling dry sticks coming from Axu's right down the hallway.

"Oh... Oh no, they're getting up again. Please, let me in. Or at least come out to help."
Sep 21, 2019 5:15 pm
Zifu sighed. "I can vouch for her affiliation," she said. "Please let her in, Ingvarsdottir."
Sep 21, 2019 5:15 pm
I wave my hands and instruct Fingers to lock the doors.
Sep 21, 2019 5:17 pm
"Greta, would y'rarher have a fight where yer in'a secure are with yer enemy cut off from each other or would you rather leave'the door open an let one'a those things in here?" He gives the big woman a small frown, "Bring'er in. Guard'er."
Sep 21, 2019 5:31 pm
Greta steps aside and allows Axu in. Though the barbarian is normally the essence of bravado and perhaps even foolhardy at times, it’s obvious to all that hearing Axu’s tale has unnerved her.

To Docanter she says "Its just as it was in my homelands."
Sep 21, 2019 5:54 pm
Axu came in, seeming more and more afraid as she stepped over the threshhold. A magic hand floated above her head, to assist Ian in barring and locking the door. The hand kept using the lockpick to attempt the lock the door, but it didn't seem to be working.
OOC:
Ian, how are you barring the door?
Sep 21, 2019 6:08 pm
With a frown, Ian starts to clear a space for them to sit and think. "Well, I guess that's the answer then. I knew it wasn' a plague." He takes in a slow breath out his nose before he nods, "Okay. Greta, Axu. I need ta know -everythin'- about what this curse does, how it infects, how it thinks an what the symptoms are." He reaches up to punch Greta lightly in the shoulder, "Don' worry, I've been in worse situations. Like, four times."
OOC:
Well if there is something easy like door handles we can shove something through we'll start with that. Then tables that we can weigh down with whatever is available.
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Sep 21, 2019 6:16 pm
OOC:
You have weapon racks with the remaining Gladius, Loricas, and the table in the center of the room. A few chests in the corner, and the grey chest Ian kicked.
Sep 21, 2019 6:21 pm
Up until this point, Doc did not have a clear view of the woman; only the sound of her voice. Once she stepped into the room fully his expression changed to one of surprise and anger.
"You!" he said in a hushed but aggressive tone
"You were the one trying to get in my head the day we arrived!"
Sep 21, 2019 6:22 pm
Axu looked over at Doc, seeming baffled. "What?"
Sep 21, 2019 6:41 pm
"Don't bullshit me, I'd recognize that staff anywhere." he glowered
"I saw you in line for registry and next thing I knew it felt like someone was trying to break into my mind!"
Sep 21, 2019 6:48 pm
She seemed very confused. "Break into your...? I don't know how--

The shambling noises were growing closer. She looked over to the door that was being barricaded, and she set her staff on the wall. She moved over and began to help set a weapon rack against the door.
Sep 21, 2019 6:58 pm
Greta says to Axu "You said they’re getting up again, who’s getting up again?
Sep 21, 2019 7:00 pm
"The bones." she said simply.
Sep 21, 2019 7:04 pm
Seeing as more pressing matters were at hand and she was clearly afraid for her life instead of attempting to murder them, Doc set aside his grudge for the moment and began helping with the barricade.
Sep 21, 2019 7:13 pm
OOC:
Everybody go ahead and roll me an athletics check on who is helping with the barricade
Sep 21, 2019 7:20 pm
Athletics check

Rolls

Failed gym class in high school - (1d20-1)

(9) - 1 = 8

Sep 21, 2019 7:33 pm
Punched Doc in Gym class and took his lunch money. Apparently.
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Rolls

Athletics - (1d20+2)

(16) + 2 = 18

Sep 21, 2019 7:40 pm
Axu is trying to help.

Rolls

Axu's Athletics - (1d20)

(12) = 12

Sep 21, 2019 7:41 pm
OOC:
Is Greta helping?
Sep 21, 2019 8:04 pm
With the combined effort of three people, they managed to wedge two weapon racks against thr door, interspersed with a chest and the large table in the middle of the room. The shambling seemed to get closer, then altogether stopped.
Sep 21, 2019 8:06 pm
"I don't know how strong they are, but they seem to be dumb." she said with relief.

She walked over, picked up her staff, then boldly stood in the corner.
Sep 21, 2019 8:40 pm
Greta stood dumbfounded for a moment and before she knew it, the weaklings managed to wrestle in some sort of barricade.

"You say, the BONES got up and walked again?"

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Sep 21, 2019 8:44 pm
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Sep 21, 2019 8:46 pm
Axu nodded.

"I would say they're just common animated skeletons, but... They form out of dust. And there's... something else, but I can't remember."
Sep 21, 2019 11:04 pm
Greta tells Ian "This is what I remember: it all started last winter in my village. I’m not sure if Bjarni, or Olga was the first, but in one night everyone was a skeleton or ran off. I also remember seeing something else, but I can’t remember what it was. Maybe I got hit on my head, I don’t know.

After I ran, every village was the same, those same black skeletons everywhere. I never saw a walking skeleton, but by the time I made it South, everyone last one of the Ingar clan was gone. All I can remember is just running for my life and seeing blackened skeletons all along the way.
"

"That Witch we fought also had some small stone, shape like a dragon, I remember seeing something like that, but not when or where. I think you all got knocked out, but before I was, I saw her grab that thing and it was like her skin turned to water and she became those bones. "
Sep 22, 2019 4:44 am
"And you say the city fell?" Zifu asked. She adjusted her new sack of whetstones into her travel case. "What were your plans now, with your companions? And where are they?"
Sep 22, 2019 3:13 pm
"We were to find a way out of the city that isn't dangerous. I believe they are at the bull-man's tavern."
Sep 22, 2019 3:20 pm
Greta asks "Toyachek?"
Sep 22, 2019 3:26 pm
"Do you know where the tavern is from here?"
Sep 22, 2019 3:30 pm
"An did y'come up with any ideas?" He frowns slightly before holding up his hands, "Wait'a second!" He blinks suddenly before narrowing his eyes at Zifu, his gaze full of suspicion. "You said y'saw someone in her bed." There's a pause as he takes a step towards her, "I need you ta be completely honest with us. If you died violently, would it start a war somehow?"
Sep 22, 2019 3:31 pm
Axu looked between them. "I think that was his name, and I know how to get to it. But I was not expecting this castle to be so active, so it may be an issue getting out."
Sep 22, 2019 3:55 pm
"I doubt we're gonna fair any better sitting here." he mused.
He observed his surroundings, as if for the first time while absentmindedly stroking his chin.
"I think we should quickly stop by the Legate's office since we're close by and then make for the tavern to regroup."
Sep 22, 2019 5:18 pm
The door handle began jiggling slowly. Scratching could be heard along the wood of the door.
Sep 22, 2019 5:28 pm
Zifu leaned back slightly at Ian's brief approach. "Well I'm sure the regency of Morveth will not look kindly upon such a blatant disrespect. As well, my family would be very inconvenienced."
Sep 22, 2019 5:41 pm
"That image in the bed was an illusion... It's a habit of mine. But I can't explain if you found bones in my bed."
Sep 22, 2019 5:44 pm
Zifu nodded. "Perhaps someone who was afflicted mistook our room for their own."

She looked at the door handle and the scratching from beyond. "We can try the other door and hope it does not lead to a closet. Or, we can take our chances with the skeletons."

Zifu touched her stomach, wondering if that gnawing feeling inside of her was a growing dread, or just four days without food.
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Sep 22, 2019 5:59 pm
The gnawing feeling would be a mix of both. After the party's bodies had caught up to the excitement, the pangs of hunger were getting ever deeper. They may have a negative effect if not tended to soon.
Sep 22, 2019 7:41 pm
Doc's eyes are on the meager fortification
"I vote other door. Unless blue hair thinks we can take them, any idea how many are behind that barricade?"
Sep 22, 2019 7:44 pm
She shook her head. "There are a lot of them in this fort. They like to wander."
Sep 22, 2019 8:51 pm
Zifu looked at the keyring taken from the stockade, and the one key left attached. She assumed it only worked for the 10 cells below, but now she considered whether it might further secure the armory door, or unlock the other portal.

She decided to try.
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Sep 22, 2019 9:21 pm
The key was not a fit for the second Armory door.
Sep 22, 2019 9:34 pm
"Legate's office would be good but I feel like we might faint from hunger. Maybe thirst." Rubbing his face he starts to mutter to himself like a crazy person. Or an angry person.
Sep 22, 2019 9:46 pm
"I doubt they're getting through in the immediate future." Doc hoped. He rummaged through his pack and brought out what little food he had.

"If anyone else has some, take it. If not I have 10 rations to split among us. Let's eat fast."
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Sep 22, 2019 10:16 pm
Gratefully, Ian takes some of the food and begins eating. "Holy balls, thank you." His manners are lacking but it's hard to say whether that's from his normal behavior or the fact that he hasn't eaten for days.
Sep 22, 2019 10:52 pm
Greta eats rations and drinks water from her waterskin.

Then she pushes Zifu aside as she attempts to kick the second door open.

Rolls

Strength (athletics) - (1D20+5)

(19) + 5 = 24

Sep 22, 2019 11:24 pm
The door is kicked open with little effort by the massive woman, and is nearly kicked right off its hinges. It reveals a darkened stairway that immediately curves left, and a lower level about a 5 foot drop in front of them that seems to be housing other sundries for the fort. There is an embrasure that is visible about 20 feet in front of them, letting through the moonlight.
Sep 22, 2019 11:45 pm
Zifu gave Doc a grateful nod for the offered food. She broke off a small corner to give to her owl, sharing the piece with a nibble. As the door is opened, she replenished the light on her small lamp with a brief weave, and mentally asked Hu to alight upon the lip of the embrasure to have a look outside.
Sep 22, 2019 11:50 pm
Greta re-lights her torch and checks out the staircase
Sep 23, 2019 12:01 am
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Sep 23, 2019 12:12 am
Greta goes down the stairs and examines the room.
OOC:
What are the dimensions, are there any other exits? Can a person fit through the embrasure? Can Greta determine what sundries are present?
Sep 23, 2019 12:39 am
"Looks like yer the fastest lock picker of us all," Ian intones wryly as he takes point with Greta, "Doc, Finn, take up'the rear. Fragile spellcasters in'the middle." He takes a moment to examine their surroundings before heading down the stairs slowly.
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Sep 23, 2019 1:00 am
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Sep 23, 2019 1:23 am
I place my gladiuses in their sheathes and load my hand crossbow.
Sep 23, 2019 1:33 am
Axu adjusted her satchel on her hip, looking at the door warily. Leaning her staff on her shoulder, she walked toward the other door, stopping just before it in her designated place.
Sep 23, 2019 2:03 am
Greta looks at the door in the corner, she doesn’t spend the time right at this moment to inspect the sundries.
Sep 23, 2019 2:05 am
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Rolls

Secret Roll

Sep 23, 2019 2:06 am
Zifu peered into the other room in the middle of the party line. She mentally asked her owl if anything of interest could be visible outside.
Sep 23, 2019 2:17 am
Doc finishes stuffing his ration down and takes up rear guard with Finn; sword drawn and shield in hand. He listens for any new signs of skeleton activity now that they've entered into a different area of the fort.
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Rolls

Perception if needed - (1d20+5)

(10) + 5 = 15

Sep 23, 2019 2:31 am
The party filters into the new area, all except Finn walking down the stairs into the 20 by 45 foot room. Finn hops down the five foot staircase, as he would do.

The room has an Embrasure opposite the entry door, around 20 feet away from it. It also has several barrels and crates, as well as an old rickety chair next to the Embrasure, which would overlook the outside. Another door lays on the left back corner of the room, which Greta was currently manipulating. Other than what was described, the room is empty.
Sep 23, 2019 2:42 am
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Sep 23, 2019 3:01 am
As her owl returns to the suitcase perch, Zifu spares a glance over the sundries to look for anything that might prove useful or necessary.

Rolls

Investigation, if needed - (1d20+5)

(17) + 5 = 22

Sep 23, 2019 3:26 am
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Sep 23, 2019 3:35 am
The scratches heard in the other room have evolved into bangs. The weapon racks are visibly shaking and shuddering with each impact, but it seems to be holding steady for now...
Sep 23, 2019 3:44 am
Zifu idly shifts a few boxes, but her mind is elsewhere as she ruminates on recent events.

She is shaken out of her meditations at the loud impacts coming from the armory door. "Is the way clear?" she asks, rhetorically.

Rolls

Arcana, Disadvantage - (1d20+5, 1d20+5)

1d20+5 : (8) + 5 = 13

1d20+5 : (18) + 5 = 23

Sep 23, 2019 1:34 pm
Should we move some barrels or something between us and the banging? That way we can slow them down if they break through?
Sep 23, 2019 2:15 pm
"Go for it," Ian mutters before he reaches into his coat to take out his lockpicks again. "Sorry Greta, I think w'should be quieter on this one.". With that he kneels down in front of the door to attempt to pick the lock, after first trying to open it, quietly.
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Rolls

Thieves Tools if needed - (1d20+5)

(7) + 5 = 12

Sep 23, 2019 2:37 pm
Greta waves Ian off. "It’s unlocked."

Then she makes a motion with her torch to get the attention of the group.

"Let’s keep moving." She says as she sheaths her sword before opening the door with her free hand and thrusting the torch past the threshold to see what lies beyond.
Sep 23, 2019 2:38 pm
I laugh quietly to myself as Ian continues to lockpick things. Greta, you're strong. Care to move some barrels? I'm afraid they are far too heavy for someone of my stature.
Sep 23, 2019 3:02 pm
Snickering, Ian stands up and follows suit with Greta. "Hopefully not ta a dead end. Mostly since it wouldn' be metaphorical fer us." Joining Greta in the other room, the long haired man continues to explore their surroundings. Then he stops and goes to examine the other side of the door to see if it can lock from their side.
Sep 23, 2019 5:07 pm
As Greta and Ian step into the next room, there is a small step downward. This is notable because as they step, the splashing of water could be heard. The floor of the room was submerged in about five inches of blackened water.

The room itself was connected to a couple of hallways. One immediately to their left that stretched into the dark, and one farther on to their left about 30 feet away, which could not be viewed at their current angle. There was also what appeared to be a stairway that was submerged in the water on the right side - about 40 feet away. This was noticable because of an archway in the wall. All in all, the room was around 30 feet long and 60 feet wide, in a rhombus like shape.
Sep 23, 2019 5:14 pm
Zifu asks Axu, "Do you know where we are, and where to go?" She is hesitant to step into the water unless absolutely necessary, and with a definitive direction.
Sep 23, 2019 5:21 pm
OOC:
Did the door open inward?
Greta hands Ian her torch before hefting the heaviest barrel she can and bringing it into the flooded room.

To the group "Let's move! Those bones won't stay out there forever."

She waits for the party to move into the flooded room, before setting the barrel against the door as a stop-gap barricade before taking her torch back, and then resuming the lead and sloshing down to the second hallway on the left to look and see what's there.
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Sep 23, 2019 5:26 pm
Forced into the water, Zifu's face adopts a serene expression as she adjusts the strap of her travel case so that it does not touch the black liquid.
Sep 23, 2019 5:47 pm
"Well, wait, Greta! I don' think this is'the right way." He gestures around with the torch, "This is'the water works'a the fortress." He scowls a little making a low growling noise in his throat. "This don' feel like'the right way ta go. We'can afford ta stop'n think."
Sep 23, 2019 5:54 pm
"While you are thinking, go check the first corridor. " Says Greta in response as she keeps sloshing down the room to look down the second hallway.
Sep 23, 2019 5:57 pm
"Be that as it may," says Zifu, casting a glance towards the armory and the anticipated crashing of wood and bone, "do these passages lead elsewhere into the fortress where we might continue on to either the exit, or the Legate's office?"
Sep 23, 2019 5:58 pm
At Greta's suggestion, Zifu points to the first hallway and mentally asks her owl to take flight and scout the passage.
Sep 23, 2019 6:00 pm
I don't like the water. I follow behind Greta, using her as cover.

Rolls

stealth - (1d20+7)

(3) + 7 = 10

Sep 23, 2019 6:29 pm
OOC:
Okay. Just to put this all together. Greta is taking the far left passageway, and zifu is taking the near left passageway?
Sep 23, 2019 6:35 pm
OOC:
Yes. Greta (and Finn apparently) scouting the far passageway; Zifu's owl Hu is scouting the closer one.
Sep 23, 2019 7:03 pm
Greta and Finn scout the far passageway. The glinting of the light off of the darkened water resulted in many instances of glancing around - thinking they've seen movement. As they creep down this corridor, it starts to sound as if there is more splashing - coming from farther down in the darkness...

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Sep 23, 2019 7:05 pm
Greta holds up her hand to signal Finn to stop moving as she listens intently down the hallway.
OOC:
Passive perception 13

Rolls

Perception - (1D20+3)

(15) + 3 = 18

Sep 23, 2019 7:14 pm
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Sep 23, 2019 7:27 pm
Greta whispers to Finn, "Maybe rats? Is that hand of yours useful for anything other than causing trouble? Can it take a torch down that hall? she asks as she grabs another torch from her pack and lights it, holding it out for Palmer.
Sep 23, 2019 7:45 pm
Zifu stares down the first hallway, listening to her owl's report. "This direction appears to lead to the officer's quarters."
Sep 23, 2019 7:46 pm
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Sep 23, 2019 8:00 pm
Nodding, Ian starts to head towards Zifu, "Okay. Then w'can get our bearings pretty easy." He carries the torch forward, gesturing with it towards Doc and the other mage. "I ain' keen on hangin' round here if it can be helped."
Sep 23, 2019 8:03 pm
Axu pursed her lips, but followed. "This is how I originally got to you all. I got in through the mess hall."
Sep 23, 2019 8:25 pm
I summon my hand. Indeed it can.
Sep 23, 2019 8:34 pm
Finn's magical hand takes the torch, which starts floating disconcertingly. He focuses, and sends the hand down the hallway slowly.
As the torch moves down the hall, it reveals several thin, blackened forms meandering about in the water. Skeletons. A lot of them.
As the torch moves, the skeletons' heads seem to be following it. As if in near unison, they all start to look off in the direction the torch came from - toward Greta and Finn a mere 50 feet away. They begin to rise, one by one.
OOC:
One turn of prep for everybody, then I'll roll initiative.

And we got a BATTLE MAP. Lemme know if anybody can't access it and i'll interpret your moves for you.
Sep 23, 2019 8:39 pm
I dismiss my hand, causing the torch to fall. I then take out my 1 gladius. Well, we might be boned, my dear.
OOC:
If I have time, I'd like to use my naturally stealthy ability to hide behind Greta.

Rolls

initiative - (1d20+3)

(10) + 3 = 13

stealth - (1d20+7)

(8) + 7 = 15

Sep 23, 2019 8:43 pm
Greta calls out in a loud voice, which is amplified by the echos: "Skeletons!"
OOC:
Is movement included in the prep?
Sep 23, 2019 8:54 pm
"Back ta the doorway, let's not fight'em on wet stone." He gestures for everyone to get back, trying to herd them towards the doorway so that the skeletons have to go through it one at a time to get to them. "Move it!" Keeping his attention on the undead, Ian makes sure he's the last one through.
OOC:
So Ian will go through the door unless everyone else stays in the hallway to get mobbed, then he'll stay out in front. Whoops, +3 for init
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Rolls

Initiative - (1d20)

(16) = 16

Sep 23, 2019 8:58 pm
Cep100 says:
"Back ta the doorway, let's not fight'em on wet stone." He gestures for everyone to get back, trying to herd them towards the doorway so that the skeletons have to go through it one at a time to get to them. "Move it!" Keeping his attention on the undead, Ian makes sure he's the last one through.
OOC:
So Ian will go through the door unless everyone else stays in the hallway to get mobbed, then he'll stay out in front. Whoops, +3 for init
OOC:
Did you move your little battlemap ian or can you not access it?
Sep 23, 2019 8:59 pm
While standing by Zifu, Doc hears Greta's call and moves swiftly into the murky water to join them. He casts a blessing on Greta, Finn and Ian and prepares for retaliation. The room is darker now without Palmer's torch but he hears the rustling of bones and splashing sounds coming from further in the darkness
"How many??" he asks
Sep 23, 2019 9:02 pm
OOC:
I cannot on my iPad, sorry. But it's kind of a moot point since Doc is running into the hallway to bless people instead of retreating.
Sep 23, 2019 9:13 pm
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Sep 23, 2019 10:11 pm
"Why are we not taking the other hallway through the officers' quarters?" Zifu asks. She takes a few steps through the near passage, letting her lamp illuminate the way while she sends Hu further down to scout.
Sep 23, 2019 10:15 pm
"Is it open? Cause if it ain' that's just a death trap!" Ian keeps himself between the two who have no armor and the skeletons, no matter what. "If you wanna roll those dice, I'll try ta hold'em off but I'd rather have the sure thing."

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Sep 23, 2019 10:19 pm
Zifu says over her shoulder as she splish-splashes lightly, "You mean the sure thing with the other skeletons breaking through the other side?"

Zifu herself did not sound confident that the unknown hallway was any better.
Sep 23, 2019 10:31 pm
"Yup. Just think. If y'd been nicer ta me, it might actually mean somethin' that I'm standin' b'tween you an certain undeath." He grins sardonically, "Too bad y'hate somethin' so poetic, huh?"
Sep 23, 2019 10:39 pm
"Nicer?!" Zifu says, incredulously. Indeed, the shock of the word coming from Ian's mouth made her stop in her tracks to turn around. "This from the man who yelled at me like a mongrel dog? That made demands of me like I was a serving girl? I have seen nothing about you that deserves nice!"
Sep 23, 2019 10:39 pm
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Axu looks between the party going down one hall, and the party going down the other. She ends up going to assist in defending against the skeletons. She weaves a pattern around herself, which seems to formalize into a sort of barrier around her. Then in a blink, it disappeared.
OOC:
CURRENT TURN ORDER
•Axu
Ian
Greta
Finn
Doc
Skeletons
Zifu

Rolls

Axu, Doc, Zifu, & skeletons' initiative - (1d20+3, 1d20+2, 1d20, 1d20+2)

1d20+3 : (19) + 3 = 22

1d20+2 : (7) + 2 = 9

1d20 : (1) = 1

1d20+2 : (7) + 2 = 9

Doc Vs enemy ini roll - (1d20, 1d20)

1d20 : (18) = 18

1d20 : (7) = 7

Sep 23, 2019 10:55 pm
Axu finishes her trek toward Finn and Greta. She slides to a stop in the water, then holds her staff up.

The staff's aquamarine glows, and she twirls the tip in a circle. It sparks initially, then a bright blue jet of electricity crackles violently from the gem.

It arcs down the hall, slamming into the right-most front skeleton in her view. The electricity lances into the creature, causing light to spill from its eyes and in the porous deterioration of its bones. It began to shudder violently, seeming barely able to hold together. It seems a breeze would knock it over. The electricity continues pouring into it relentlessly.
OOC:
It is now Ian's turn

Rolls

Axu's attack, damage - (1d20+5, 1d12)

1d20+5 : (15) + 5 = 20

1d12 : (12) = 12

Sep 23, 2019 11:02 pm
Ian glances over his shoulder at Zifu with a broad, ferociously pleased grin, "I do love that negative attention . . . Quick, tell me how you'd never be willingly seen in public with me so I feel confident in'the face of the undead."

He sighs as the sounds of combat start to reach him, "I'm sorry, but are we -tryin'- ta fight these things? Greta, please collect that stray. We're gonna bottleneck 'em in this corridor.". He gestures for Zifu to follow, "Y'got anything that can blast at'a distance?
Last edited September 23, 2019 11:27 pm

Rolls

Primary - (1d20+5)

(10) + 5 = 15

Secondary - (1d20+5)

(9) + 5 = 14

Primary Damage - (1d6+3)

(6) + 3 = 9

Secondary Damage - (1d6+3)

(6) + 3 = 9

Sep 23, 2019 11:10 pm
OOC:
Ian, you're about...140 feet from the nearest skeleton, which is around the corner into the other hallway. You'd need to spend two turns running to start meleeing, or one and a half to get into ranged range.

https://i.imgur.com/ffsgWqL.png
Sep 23, 2019 11:12 pm
OOC:
Oh, well, I should fix that then. My bad. I'll edit.
Sep 23, 2019 11:14 pm
OOC:
Once Ian edits, it'll be Greta's turn
Sep 23, 2019 11:21 pm
OOC:
Oh god, they all the way over there? Lol. Ian will move to the edge of the corridor at the top of the map. Like he was going to block it if he moved one square higher.
Last edited September 23, 2019 11:25 pm
Sep 23, 2019 11:36 pm
Cep100 says:
OOC:
Oh god, they all the way over there? Lol. Ian will move to the edge of the corridor at the top of the map. Like he was going to block it if he moved one square higher.
OOC:
Gotcha, moving Ian to O14. Also, Battlemap link for quick reference, I'll start posting it with the turn order on new pages. T'is the age of the big barbarian lady
Sep 24, 2019 12:00 am
Greta holds the torch aloft, its flickering light barely pierces the stygian blackness to reveal the grim spectacle of shambling skeletons sloshing in the flooded hallway towards the group. Squinting in the gloom, she tries to count the animated dead as they move towards her.

Greta curses in her native tongue and then barks at Axu and Finn "Back up!" though she holds her ground, not moving until her companions retreat.
OOC:
Hold action: if one comes in her reach, she will attack.
Last edited September 24, 2019 12:22 am

Rolls

Perception (counting skeletons) - (1D20+3)

(12) + 3 = 15

Sep 24, 2019 12:12 am
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OOC:
It is now mister Greenbottle's turn(Finn)
Sep 24, 2019 1:44 pm
I move 5' to my right and motion with my hand that I am not holding my Gladius in. Fire reigns supreme! A small bolt of fire forms and launches at a zombie.
OOC:
Casting fire bolt at the zombie at D26

Rolls

fire bolt - (1d20+4)

(15) + 4 = 19

damage - (1d10)

(10) = 10

Sep 24, 2019 3:25 pm
The skeleton that was currently enveloped in bright blue electricity was the target of Finn's fiery bombardment. The fire lit up the water fantastically as it traversed down the hall. It slammed into the skeleton, and in a collection of fire and electricity it exploded apart. Fiery and electrified bits of skeleton plopped into the water one piece after another.
OOC:
(D26 skeleton is dead)
Current turn order
Axu
Ian
Greta
Finn
•Doc
Skeletons
Zifu
Link to battlemap
Sep 24, 2019 3:53 pm
Doc falls back closer to Ian, waiting for the others to follow suit but holding ready to sling spells at any skeletons that round the corner.

"Let's go! We don't need to kill the whole town all at once!" he growls
Sep 24, 2019 4:20 pm
The skeletons' finally began to start moving. Starting slowly at first, they began to charge down the corridor as a collective. They were -fast-, faster than was fair. The water began to flow with them like a small wave as they charged due to the disruption of the liquid. The torch that Finn had held with his Magical Hand was knocked into the water as the skeletons passed, passing through the hand but knocking the torch out of it with the force of the charge - which consequently steeped them in darkness until they reached Greta's torchlight in a black, skeletal vanguard. Only the wave was a prelude to the enemy themselves.

In almost a blink, Greta and Axu were surrounded by three skeletons on opposing sides, and a Skeleton was approaching Finn. They seemed to be carrying pitted and deteriorated Gladius, and a few had shields. They all slashed the trio, showing a brazen lack of any humanity.

The sheer volume of the attack against Greta meant that one attack struck true. The skeleton on the left slashed into Greta's ribs(7 damage)

Axu seemed to be ready for the onslaught, dodging and weaving out of the way of the skeletons' attacks.

The skeleton approaching Finn slashed him tidily across the chest(5 damage)

OOC:
Greta, you now get to do your action. If you kill the skeleton on the left, it'll nullify the damage as you struck before them

Rolls

Attacks against Greta - (1d20+4, 1d20+4, 1d20+4, 1d6+2, 1d6+2, 1d6+2)

1d20+4 : (19) + 4 = 23

1d20+4 : (8) + 4 = 12

1d20+4 : (10) + 4 = 14

1d6+2 : (5) + 2 = 7

1d6+2 : (4) + 2 = 6

1d6+2 : (1) + 2 = 3

Attacks against Axu - (1d20+4, 1d20+4, 1d20+4, 1d6+2, 1d6+2, 1d6+2)

1d20+4 : (2) + 4 = 6

1d20+4 : (5) + 4 = 9

1d20+4 : (7) + 4 = 11

1d6+2 : (1) + 2 = 3

1d6+2 : (1) + 2 = 3

1d6+2 : (6) + 2 = 8

Attack against Finn - (1d20+4, 1d6+2)

1d20+4 : (18) + 4 = 22

1d6+2 : (3) + 2 = 5

Secret Roll

Sep 24, 2019 4:41 pm
Greta is not prepared for the speed at which the skeletal tide washed up to the lone trio.
Suddenly beset on all sides, Greta slashes at the undead construct to her left.
OOC:
Is Greta holding the only source of light?

Rolls

Attack skeleton on left - (1D20+5)

(5) + 5 = 10

Damage Longsword-slashing - (1D8+3)

(5) + 3 = 8

Sep 24, 2019 4:42 pm
OOC:
Adding in Doc’s bless!

Rolls

Bless add to to hit roll - (1D4)

(1) = 1

Sep 24, 2019 4:42 pm
OOC:
I don't think you have light. You gave it to my mage hand and then I made the hand disappear when we saw the skels.
Sep 24, 2019 4:45 pm
OOC:
no she lit a separate torch for Palmer
Sep 24, 2019 4:50 pm
Zifu's expression turns sour at Ian's words. "You are an idiot," she mutters under her breath.

She listens to Hu's report and sends the owl back towards the storage room to listen for sounds of activity.

Realizing that this hallway led to the officers' rooms, she calls out, "The courtyard is beyond those skeletons!"

Zifu checked the nearby door to see if it was unlocked, and tried to open it. Ian's suggestion of a bottleneck to act as defense was sound, even if his proposed location was ludicrous.
OOC:
Post amended. Carry on!
Last edited September 24, 2019 5:07 pm
Sep 24, 2019 4:55 pm
Greta attempted to cut down the skeleton before it could get a hit in, but her swipe was knocked aside by the skeleton's shield, doing nothing.

Zifu's attempt to open the door was successful, and it revealed a step up to one of the rooms' of the officers quarters. A hanging lamp was still giving off a little light to illuminate two beds and two footlockers, and a blessedly dry floor.

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Sep 24, 2019 5:32 pm
Axu, seeming completely overwhelmed by the skeletons charging her, chose to withdraw. She ran around the corner to where Zifu was, noticing she'd opened the door. "Are we taking a stand in there?" she asked breathlessly.
Sep 24, 2019 5:33 pm
OOC:
It is now Ian's turn

Shot of the map for Ian's aid.
https://i.imgur.com/ebza6yH.png
Sep 24, 2019 5:50 pm
"We have to get past the skeletons to get to your friends, right?" Zifu confirms. "They're already breaking through the armory, so we'll be surrounded soon unless we cover our backs."
Sep 25, 2019 12:03 am
Looking back towards Zifu and the door she has open he nods, "Yes, yes, get in there! Get some light up in there so w'can see!" Coming around the corner he waves Greta and Finn over, "Get over here! We found'a safe spot!" Moving around the corner he goes inside the room that Zifu found in order to make sure it's safe.
OOC:
Are those beds and chests in there? Also I'd like Ian to be 2 squares west and 1 square north of Zifu on the end of his turn so that he doesn't block entrance to the room.
Last edited September 25, 2019 8:34 am
Sep 25, 2019 4:36 pm
OOC:
It sure is. It is now Greta's turn
Sep 25, 2019 6:14 pm
Greta shrieks her hatred at her attackers, whose empty sockets and death grimaces belie their utter indifference to her emotions.

In a flash she drops her torch. Its flickering light vanishes with a hiss in the dark waters.

Her left hand now free, she unslings her shield and uses it to protect herself from the slashing blades wielded by the boney hands of her attackers, which nearly surround Greta while she flees down the hall towards the rest of the party. She calls out for Finn to do the same.

"Move Dingus!"
OOC:
bonus action Rage
[ +- ] Rage

action: Dash move N,E,E,E,E,E,E,E,E,SE,S,S (I can’t use map in my phone. Greta should end movement 2 N of Zifu)
Current AC 17
Last edited September 25, 2019 7:02 pm
Sep 25, 2019 7:54 pm
The skeletons, indeed indifferent to her rage, slashed at her in predatory vigor as she dashed down the hall.

They wasted no time, with no mercy. The pitted blades sliced into Greta as she passed, one after another. Until at the last, she finally had her shield on enough to bat it aside on her way to safety. (Greta takes 6 Piercing damage. Currently 29/42)

She would feel her blood dribbling down into the water as she ran. While these strikes are not nearly as vicious as they could have been had she not been enraged, it's still left her with a reminder of mortality.
OOC:
Oof, four three TWO hits. Finn is now up

Rolls

5 Skeleton strikes(at advantage), all hits to be halved - (1d20+4, 1d20+4, 1d20+4, 1d20+4, 1d20+4)

1d20+4 : (3) + 4 = 7

1d20+4 : (20) + 4 = 24

1d20+4 : (18) + 4 = 22

1d20+4 : (6) + 4 = 10

1d20+4 : (4) + 4 = 8

(Part 2 of advantage - (1d20+4, 1d20+4, 1d20+4, 1d20+4, 1d20+4)

1d20+4 : (14) + 4 = 18

1d20+4 : (4) + 4 = 8

1d20+4 : (17) + 4 = 21

1d20+4 : (8) + 4 = 12

1d20+4 : (10) + 4 = 14

Damage if applicable, halved due to rage - (1d6+2, 1d6+2, 1d6+2, 1d6+2, 1d6+2)

1d6+2 : (5) + 2 = 7

1d6+2 : (4) + 2 = 6

1d6+2 : (3) + 2 = 5

1d6+2 : (4) + 2 = 6

1d6+2 : (2) + 2 = 4

Sep 25, 2019 8:01 pm
OOC:
Looks like 3 hits to me, AC 17 with shield, 15 w/o why advantaged btw?
Sep 25, 2019 8:02 pm
OOC:
Derp, mixed up rage and reckless. We'll remove the 3 damage. Amending
Looking at it -more- closely without the advantage, you got hit 2/5. Removing the four damage. Total damage is 6.

2ND AMENDMENT INC
[ +- ] Spoiler
Sep 25, 2019 8:06 pm
Cyngi says:
OOC:
Derp, mixed up rage and reckless. We'll remove the 3 damage. Amending
OOC:
feel free to tell me to shut up and stop rules lawyering at any time. But first set of rolls only had 2 hits.
Sep 25, 2019 8:08 pm
I duck away from my enemies and dash as far as I can.
OOC:
Disengage bonus, Dash action.
Sep 25, 2019 8:08 pm
OOC:
I think we realized this at the same time, lol
Finn ends up around the corner with Greta thanks to rogues being great at not dying.

[ooc])
Current turn order
Axu
Ian
Greta
Finn
•Doc
Skeletons
Zifu
Link to battlemap
Sep 25, 2019 8:20 pm
"Shit...they're fast" he said to himself; genuinely impressed until the blood began to spill. He hustled his way into the room and took up position between the two beds on the far wall, waiting for the others and preparing to cover the bottleneck.
OOC:
Action to dash and moves in between the two beds as far back into the room as he can. I'd move him but I can't on my phone
Sep 25, 2019 8:23 pm
OOC:
Moved. Spooky scary skeletons inc
The skeletons continued their charge, hot on Greta's and Finn's heels. Though Finn had been taking evasive action, he was naturally slower than Greta. Once he rounded the corner, his primary pursuer had caught up to him and whipped its sword in a horizontal slash as it rounded the corner...

It unfortunately struck, digging into Finn's shoulderblades easily. Finn could feel warmth spreading under his armor...

Finn takes 5 piercing damage. Currently at 17/27

Yet another skeleton was heard coming from their original path to the waterlogged hallway, and poked his head out from the Sundries room, silently judging their retreat.



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OOC:
Zifu's turn

Rolls

Skeleton's attack against Finn - (1d20+4, 1d6+2)

1d20+4 : (13) + 4 = 17

1d6+2 : (3) + 2 = 5

Secret Roll

Sep 25, 2019 10:42 pm
Zifu tries to ignore the squishy feeling inside her shoes, though it's obvious the sensation makes her uncomfortable.

As one skeleton steps around the corner to stab Finn, she thrusts her hand towards it and twists the cord looped around a finger, sending a out spectral, skeletal hand of her own. Zifu reaches out with her arcane touch to slap the skeleton across the jaw.

Inside the storeroom, Hu disengages from his skeletal assailant and zips through the doorway into the water-logged hallways. He climbs toward the ceiling to avoid the swinging swords.

"Find her friends!" Zifu calls out to the owl, before she ducks inside the room.
[ +- ] [url=https://gamersplane.com/characters/dnd5/12535/

Rolls

Chill Touch, Necrotic Damage (prevent HP gain until my next turn) - (1d20+5, 1d8)

1d20+5 : (12) + 5 = 17

1d8 : (5) = 5

Sep 25, 2019 11:37 pm
After the skeleton finished in its' damage of Finn, the spectral hand gave the skeleton a resounding slap. It sounded hollowly as it struck the skull of the thing. But it didn't seem to do much other than annoy it. The spectral hand seemed to have lost a bit of power when coming into contact with the black bones, dampening the blow.

The skeleton resisted the necrotic spell, dealing only 3 points of damage.
Sep 25, 2019 11:42 pm
Axu ducked into the room herself, stopping just in front of Doc. "Everybody get inside, and shut the door! she yelled out.

She handed Doc her staff off-handedly, and prepared her fingers for a spell, holding her action. until everybody was inside.
Sep 25, 2019 11:43 pm
OOC:
Ian's turn
Sep 26, 2019 12:06 am
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Rolls

Secret Roll

Sep 26, 2019 2:04 am
Ian waits by the side of the wall, pointing at the two mages, "Ladies, get up on one'a the beds, please. Yer gonna need ta be'a mite elevated for this ta work. An we're gonna need some extra light in here so we'can see." The long haired human, frowns, focusing and listening, waiting for the proper moment to move. "Doc, can you start movin' that other bed o'er this way. Once'the others're through, we're gonna need'a barricade. As soon as they're in, I'll get'the door."
OOC:
Ian is going to hold his action this round so that he can shut the door directly after Greta and Finn get inside and before the skeletons move.
Sep 26, 2019 3:16 am
OOC:
Got it. Greta's turn is now
Sep 26, 2019 4:55 am
Zifu looks at Axu, her eyes betraying a wordless question of what Ian is talking about when there are already two sources of Light in the room.
Sep 26, 2019 6:34 am
Axu shrugs. "He may have vision issues."
Sep 26, 2019 2:21 pm
Greta backs up into the threshold and readies her action to attack a skeleton if one gets within her reach.
OOC:
Moved her on map. Finn should be able to get behind her by doing a diagonal move into the hallway. Greta won't impede Finn, and has enough movement points if he can't get behind her to make room. She will step out of the way and then resume her spot.
Sep 26, 2019 2:24 pm
OOC:
Don't worry about Finn, he has can move through creatures larger than himself.
Sep 26, 2019 2:32 pm
Undead bastards! Using my rogue agility, i quickly disengage from the skeleton. I then move back 10' and wave my hands again. Burn! A flaming bolt appears and launches at the skeleton. I then use the rest of my movement to make it inside the room.
Last edited September 26, 2019 2:32 pm

Rolls

fire bolt - (1d20+4)

(11) + 4 = 15

damage - (1d10)

(8) = 8

Sep 26, 2019 4:36 pm
As soon as Ian reached over to close the door, Axu began weaving an amalgam of an eye. A few more details in the pattern and she suddenly spread her hands apart. The eye pulsed, then faded - and suddenly, Ian was holding onto a doorknob that wasn't there. The door had been replaced by another section of stone wall. While he could feel the doorknob, he couldn't see it.

"Quiet!" Axu hissed.
Sep 26, 2019 4:38 pm
OOC:
Doc's turn
Sep 26, 2019 6:28 pm
Doc is struck dumb half in obedience to Axu, half by witnessing the door in front of him turn into stone. He readies himself silently for any intruders that break through the apparent wall.
OOC:
hold action for skeletons appearing in the room
Last edited September 26, 2019 6:28 pm
Sep 26, 2019 7:18 pm
As soon as the door shut, the sound of skeletal feel plopping into the water could be heard approaching. Their all too light steps were disconcerting, and they disturbed the water very little...

The sounds of the footsteps began speeding up as they flew down the hallway. It sounded as if they were traversing farther down.

Three heartbeats of silence, then a hand could be heard scratching against the wood of the door, then fumbling for the handle. Ian could feel it attempt to jiggle the handle itself.
OOC:
Zifu's turn

Rolls

Did Axu's gambit work? - (1d20-2, 1d20-2, 1d20-2, 1d20-2)

Pt2 - (1d20-2, 1d20-2, 1d20-2, 1d20-2, 1d20-2, 1d20-2)

Pt3 - (1d20-2, 1d20-2, 1d20-2, 1d20-2)

Secret Roll

Sep 26, 2019 7:29 pm
Lightning fast, Ian had closed the door just after Finn had cleared the threshold before dancing back. The sound of casting drew his attention for a moment and as Axu cast, he nodded in understanding, giving her a thumbs up. Holding up a hand he pointed towards Zifu and Finn, then at his own eyes before pointing at the illusion.
Sep 26, 2019 10:45 pm
Zifu stands where she is, prepared to dodge out of the way of anything that might breach the portal. Inwardly, she sends out a mental check-in with her owl in case the familiar is within range.
Sep 26, 2019 11:33 pm
Axu blinked several times, recuperating from the spell. She took her staff from Doc, then willed her Light spell to go out. She brought her finger to her lips - trying to be as quiet as she could.

However, she shushed everybody rather comically loudly, and her face fell in horror at her own verbal tick ruining her intentions.
OOC:

Current turn order
Axu
•Ian
Greta
Finn
Doc
Skeletons
Zifu

It is Ian's turn
Link to battlemap

Rolls

Axu's stealth - (1d20+3)

(5) + 3 = 8

Sep 27, 2019 5:53 pm
This time Ian raised another finger to Axu. It wasn't his thumb. His expression is one of mystified irritation as he does his best to remain quiet otherwise.

Rolls

Stealth - (1d20+5)

(17) + 5 = 22

Sep 27, 2019 6:05 pm
After the door shuts, Greta's breathing begins to return to normal and the look of crazed hatred on her face fades to her normal perpetual scowl.


Greta then steps back as quietly as she can after nudging Finn aside.
OOC:
Hold action, wait's for Finn to move, will occupy the space he's in.
Rage over (did't fight or suffer damage last round)
I moved her on the map
Last edited September 27, 2019 9:02 pm

Rolls

Stealth - (1D20+4)

(17) + 4 = 21

Sep 27, 2019 7:31 pm
OOC:
T'is now Finnegan's turn
Sep 27, 2019 7:34 pm
I move to the far corner and pull out my hand crossbow. I hold an action, waiting to shoot as soon as a skeleton comes through.
Sep 27, 2019 7:46 pm
Doc stays exactly where he is and holds another action
Sep 27, 2019 11:35 pm
OOC:
So neither Doc nor Finn are trying to stealth?
Sep 28, 2019 1:52 am
Statuesque

Rolls

Stealth - (1d20+2)

(11) + 2 = 13

Sep 28, 2019 4:52 pm
The door sounds as if it's opened, and the skeleton's skull peered through the stone first. It saw Greta, and stepped through, raising its Gladius.
OOC:
And provoking everybody's held action. We'll do the held actions in order too. Greta, then Finn, then Doc. Then, if the skeleton is still alive, skeleton.
Sep 28, 2019 6:40 pm
Greta swings an overhand chop down on the blackened skull poking through the door and illusion.

Rolls

Longsword - (1D20+5)

(16) + 5 = 21

Damage - (1D8+3)

(6) + 3 = 9

Sep 28, 2019 7:50 pm
The chop connects resoundingly, sending a noise not unlike chopping wood echoing into the room. It bit into the thing's blackened skull, causing cracks to spider down to its eye holes. It lurched forward, stumbling further into the room, completely on the other side of the wall.

It seemed about ready to fall apart, whatever black magic causing it to move becoming spotty.


9 damage dealt
OOC:
Finn's turn
Sep 29, 2019 1:39 am
I loose my bolt.

Rolls

Attack - (1d20+5)

(20) + 5 = 25

Damage - (1d6+3)

(1) + 3 = 4

Crit - (1d6)

(3) = 3

Sep 29, 2019 4:02 am
OOC:
The way I do crits is double the dice you rolled, so you really did 5 damage, rather than 7.
Finn loosed the bolt at the Skeleton, right into the hole of its' former nose. A dry thunk was heard, and the skeleton fell apart, clacking to the stones.

5 damage dealt to skeleton.

Once the skeleton's corpse settled, the sounds of splashing water down the hall and doors opening and closing could be heard.

Combat has tentatively ended. If combat starts again, it'll be under the same turn order.
Sep 29, 2019 4:11 am
Zifu whispered, "This hallway is a dead end, and they'll be back. If we're moving, we should move now."
Sep 29, 2019 10:31 am
Nodding, Ian moved to the 'wall' and poked his head out to check in the direction the other skeletons went. If clear he moves into the hallway gesturing for the others to follow. He tries to keep his steps as light as possible, knowing that sloshing around in the water too much will draw death back to them.

Rolls

Stealth - (1d20+5)

(11) + 5 = 16

Sep 29, 2019 2:25 pm
OOC:
Assuming you're all doing the same thing, errybody roll me a stealth check
Sep 29, 2019 3:03 pm
Greta gives Finn a nod in recognition of his crossbow shot.

As the party filters out of the officer’s quarters, Greta takes up a position of rear guard.

Rolls

Stealth - (1D20+4)

(12) + 4 = 16

Sep 29, 2019 5:08 pm
Zifu tiptoes through the water, heading for the hallway that leads to the courtyard.

Rolls

Stealth - (1d20)

(11) = 11

Sep 29, 2019 10:47 pm
Docanter follows suit as quietly as possible, holding breath in anticipation

Rolls

Stealth - (1d20+2)

(8) + 2 = 10

Sep 30, 2019 1:36 pm
I sigh.

Rolls

stealth - (1d20+7)

(11) + 7 = 18

Sep 30, 2019 1:41 pm
OOC:
so currently the only source if light is Zifu’s lantern?
Sep 30, 2019 3:46 pm
OOC:
That is correct.
The group moved quietly through the water, with Zifu's Mage Light illuminating the surroundings. They got as far as the corner, before the shuffling heard behind them seemed to stop suddenly.
Sep 30, 2019 3:52 pm
Bringing up the rear of the procession, Greta pauses long enough to listen into the darkness for any further signs of pursuit or anything else of notice.

Rolls

Perception - (1d20+3)

(15) + 3 = 18

Sep 30, 2019 4:00 pm
Zifu motioned silently for the group to continue around to the far hallway and the courtyard beyond. With her cord threaded around two of her fingers, she stared at the fallen skeleton. With a quick flick of her wrist, she magically sent the gladius sailing through the open door to the supply room.
OOC:
Casting Catapult, basing the sword's weight on Wikipedia. Hopefully it causes enough of a distraction to divert some if not all of the skeleton's inevitable pursuit.
Sep 30, 2019 4:10 pm
Never one for hesitation, Ian heads towards their objective: the Legate's office. On the way he squints, eyes narrowed to pierce the darkness. He tries to keep his steps and motions rhythmic, hiding them within the sloshing of the water in general. Inwardly he congratulated himself on making sure to get a really nice pair of knee-high boots. He did -not- envy anyone in smaller, less waterproof footwear.
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Sep 30, 2019 11:54 pm
The Gladius clattered into the supply room noisily. In response, noise sounded from the other end of the hall - and the sound of many splashing bones began to quickly grow closer.
Oct 1, 2019 12:07 am
Zifu inwardly cursed her forgetfulness regarding the skeletons in the armory. She turned and hustled down the far hallway, wanting to be as far as possible from the meeting of bones.
Oct 1, 2019 12:17 am
Greta growls a curse at Zifu. She ceases trying to be stealthy and instead runs away from the skeletons, hustling to catch up with the party.

"We were almost away but you had to make some noise? "
Oct 1, 2019 12:22 am
"They were going to come back!" Zifu hissed.
Oct 1, 2019 12:26 am
"I thought wizards were supposed ta have good memories!" Ian's harsh whisper is almost covered up by his increased pace. "We should'a grabbed those spears."
Oct 1, 2019 1:01 am
OOC:
Roll another stealth check kids
The party ran down the hall, their splashes being covered up by the whirl of activity going on around them initially. However...
Oct 1, 2019 1:02 am
OOC:
Greta’s stealth check

Rolls

Stealth - (1D20+4)

(17) + 4 = 21

Oct 1, 2019 5:35 am
Zifu tried to balance her travel case while she moved through the water.

Rolls

Stealth - (1d20)

(1) = 1

Oct 1, 2019 10:43 am
OOC:
Stealth for Doc

Rolls

doin me a sneak - (1d20+2)

(17) + 2 = 19

Oct 1, 2019 12:53 pm
OOC:
Stealth

Rolls

Stealth - (1d20+5)

(8) + 5 = 13

Oct 1, 2019 1:34 pm
I hug the walls close.

Rolls

stealth - (1d20+7)

(2) + 7 = 9

Oct 1, 2019 7:32 pm
OOC:
Axu's stealth first
The splashes seemed to fade out as the party went down the hall, their own disturbance of it comparatively little. It seemed they were safe for now. The water however, got deeper as the floor declined This caused Zifu to fall into the water, staining her robes tremendously. Luckily, as the group as a whole had been stealthy enough, the big splash didn't seem to bring them any ire. Zifu was now soaked through in grimy water..

Soon, they were at the doors to the courtyard. As the light hit them however, it was revealed that water seeped through the cracks in between and at the edges of the doors. This was to their south, and the sight was familiar to Ian and Zifu as they'd come here on their way to their quarters. Zifu would know that there was another corridor to the north that eventually led to the mess-hall, and they could also go south down a separate hallway to unknown portions of the castle. They'd come from the east.

Rolls

Axu's stealth - (1d20+3)

(20) + 3 = 23

Oct 1, 2019 7:48 pm
Zifu took a moment to pull wet hair from her eyes. "I only know of the way to the mess hall from here," she said quietly, pointing her lamp to the north. "I don't know where that south hallway leads."

She looked at Axu, then the others, to see if they knew more about the layout of the fortress.
Oct 2, 2019 3:48 am
She shrugged helplessly.

"I was only here for a couple weeks, and not really in the fortress..."
Oct 2, 2019 11:11 am
"Fuck the Let-Gate’s office!" said Greta with a snarl. "I don’t care about your paper Ian." she said with not a little venom.

Looking around at the group the barbarian declared "We need to get out of here and find Axu’s people, and then escape this dung-heap of a city before we wind up like those ... clackers! " as she points down the hallway towards where the skeletons were.

"Where is Toyacheck?" asks Greta as she gets well within Axu’s personal space.
Oct 2, 2019 11:46 am
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Zifu took a moment to pull wet hair from her eyes. "I only know of the way to the mess hall from here," she said quietly, pointing her lamp to the north. "I don't know where that south hallway leads."

She looked at Axu, then the others, to see if they knew more about the layout of the fortress.
After Zifu had fallen, Ian winced and paused a moment to listen before turning to offer her a hand. "You okay?" Probably for the first time, the long haired human had sounded genuinely concerned. At Greta's declaration, though he nodded, "Okay, I can' keep you. This is somethin' I'm gonna do, though. If'n you wanna split up, I'll wish you all the best but if this plague really is intelligently controlled then more people than us're in danger. I ain' gonna do things half-assed." He looks between them for a moment.

"If anybody wants ta head on out I won' think less'a ya. It might even be completely pointless headin' ta the Legate's office but I really ain' willin' ta leave that stone unturned. If'n y'head down inta the city I'll catch up as soon as I can."
Oct 2, 2019 11:50 am
"What is so important there?" Greta demands.
Oct 2, 2019 12:06 pm
Rubbing his hands on his face for a moment he sighs. "Everything the Legate knew about the plague, hopefully. Anything that they've discovered all the time they've been up here. Not to mention information about that possessed woman we fought in'the jail.
How would you like it if we escaped an then realized that she had made'a few trips south while infected. That'the plague was now comin' up north as well? Might be useful. Might affect your plans on where ta go, what ta do."


He starts to head towards the door to the mess hall, shrugging at the taller woman, "Knowledge is power, Greta. Whoever controls this plague has more knowledge than me an that is'a power imbalance I'm not one ta tolerate."
Oct 2, 2019 12:43 pm
She points her sword at Ian and says "Power is power." as she makes a fist with her left hand.

"But if you think we can find something up there besides your papers, we go there and then get out of this tomb."
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couldn’t resist!
Oct 2, 2019 12:50 pm
He snorts in amusement, "Well. Tell ya what. Anythin' that ain' nailed down, take." He grins a bit more as he goes to lead them through the mess hall, "Unless we find'a hammer or'a crowbar. Then don' ferget'the nails."
OOC:
I see what you did there! And I approve.
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Oct 2, 2019 1:16 pm
I like taking things. But please, let me do the lock picking.
Oct 2, 2019 4:02 pm
As the party makes their way to the mess hall, the floor inclines - thankfully saving them from more water eventually. Zifu's owl, Hu, rounds the corner just as they approach it.
Oct 2, 2019 4:15 pm
Zifu had absently accepted the hand-up, even before she realized who it was that offered. "I'm fine," she said, then let the conversation between Ian and Greta continue.

She had her own thoughts on the temporary impasse, but kept them to herself as it appeared a decision was made to try for the Legate's office. Zifu fell into step with the party and headed down the north corridor to the mess hall.

Along the way, she whispered to Greta, "Who's Ian?"

Did you find Axu's friends?
she thought to her owl as Hu appeared.
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Oct 2, 2019 4:21 pm
Greta looks at Zifu with confusion and points at the red headed charlatan "That one."

The barbarian muscles her way past Ian and takes the lead position. Unslinging her shield, the woman unconsciously grimaces at the sting of pain from her multiple stab wounds, which would probably have killed an ordinary human outright.
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should we establish a marching order? Meat shield to the front!
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Oct 2, 2019 4:24 pm
Zifu considered the answer silently. She positioned herself in the middle of the line, similar to a previously suggested formation.
Oct 2, 2019 4:27 pm
I move behind Greta, probably uncomfortably so.
Oct 2, 2019 4:42 pm
The redhead frowns concernedly at Greta, "Hey, let me take point. Until you get'a chance ta rest it's smarter that I'm out front." He gives her a small smile, tapping his own chest he says, "Anvil," before tapping her arm with a sword, "Hammer."
Oct 2, 2019 4:47 pm
Zifu seemed hesitant to argue, but she said, "I'm not certain the one with bad eyesight ought to be in front. I trust Ingvarsdottir's instincts in this case."
Oct 2, 2019 4:48 pm
Greta frowns at Ian’s suggestion. "I’m up front."
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she still has plenty of HP and with rage can take a ton of damage
Oct 2, 2019 5:13 pm
Shrugging, Ian sighs quietly, "Okay, but don' hog all the fun when we get inta trouble." Moving behind her, he glances over at Zifu with a confused look on his face, "What? No, I don' wanna put you up front. That'd be the worst idea. 'Specially since yer about ten minutes from gettin' the chills." He points to her silk robes, that seem excellent at absorbing water.
Oct 2, 2019 5:45 pm
Axu broke in suddenly. "I got in through the mess hall. Toyachek, Venna, and Sjarvil are currently there."


She spoke as if she wasn't incredibly late to the conversation, or to Greta's question about Toyachek.
Oct 2, 2019 5:46 pm
Zifu blinked. "What?" she said, clearly offset by the complete difference in intepretation. "I said Ingvarsdottir should... you know what? Nevermind." Her temples quivered and she held up both her hands to stave off further conversation.
Oct 2, 2019 5:50 pm
Upon hearing Axu's answer Greta states: "The Let-gate can wait. Fist we go to the mess hall."
OOC:
DM, how far away is the party from the mess hall? How much farther is the Legate's office?
Oct 2, 2019 6:18 pm
OOC:
If the party makes it to the mess hall, which from what Greta remembers is probably about a minute away, as soon as they round the corner, the legate's office is still past the entire mercenary barracks - which is similar in size to the area they came from.
Oct 2, 2019 6:29 pm
Doc has half of his mind listening to their banter while the other half meditates on the surprising wisdom spoken by Ian. Relieved by the receding black water ahead of them, he takes point in the back to ensure some armor is between the spellcasters and an attack from the flank.
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Oct 2, 2019 10:56 pm
At the corner, Greta sheaths her sword and holds up the progress of the party with a hand signal. She points at Finn and then around the corner indicating for the diminutive trickster to have a look.
Oct 2, 2019 11:20 pm
I nod and wink. I move to the shadows and look around the corner.

Rolls

Stealth - (1d20+7)

(17) + 7 = 24

Perception - (1d20+5)

(16) + 5 = 21

Oct 2, 2019 11:51 pm
Finn walks to the opposite end of the hallway, out of the light of Zifu's lantern. He then slowly edges along the opposing wall to look at the hallway around the corner.

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Oct 3, 2019 1:34 pm
Can't see anything, but Doesn't sound like skeleys.
Oct 3, 2019 1:46 pm
Greta nods to Ian. "Let’s keep moving. First to the mess hall, then to the Let-gate."

She stops to lights another torch before leading the group around the corner.
OOC:
She has her shield but is leaving sword sheathed to have a free hand to carry the torch.
Oct 3, 2019 1:51 pm
I continue to follow uncomfortably close to Greta.
Oct 3, 2019 4:14 pm
"A moment, Ingvarsdottir, and save your tinder and some time," Zifu said. With a twist of her finger and a short word, she wove a cantrip to ignite Greta's torch.

Another weave, and Zifu reapplied her Light spell onto her own lamp before joining the others in the procession.
Oct 3, 2019 7:52 pm
The party made their way down the hall toward the mess. The dicomfiture of the silence was alleviated somewhat by the sounds of voices - low, but audible tones, bleeding through the wall to their right. However, the mess-hall door never appeared to their right. Just more wall.

They would soon reach the end of the hall, with a door held ajar by a broken crate on their left side.
Oct 3, 2019 8:05 pm
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Oct 4, 2019 2:10 am
"I swear the mess hall was right here," says Zifu as she stared at the wall. Remembering the time at the officers' quarters, she asked Axu, "Is this another illusion?"
Oct 4, 2019 12:50 pm
Docanter hears the noise from beyond the wall and closes his eyes to better focus on their conversation; hoping to hear the familiar voice of the gruff barkeep
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Rolls

Perception - (1d20+5)

(15) + 5 = 20

Guidance bonus - (1d4)

(4) = 4

Oct 4, 2019 1:02 pm
Greta pauses the party’s progress while Doc listens for the sounds of conversation coming from the stone wall and eyes Axu suspiciously when Zifu asks her question.

She tries to remember where the door held ajar would lead.

Rolls

Insight - (1D20+1)

(13) + 1 = 14

Investigation - (1D20-1)

(5) - 1 = 4

Oct 4, 2019 11:11 pm
While the others search for the mess hall door, Ian moves forward to check out the other door, peering past it to see what lays beyond. He's still cautious as he approaches frowning sharply at it.

Rolls

Stealth - (1d20+5)

(1) + 5 = 6

Perception - (1d20+2)

(14) + 2 = 16

Oct 5, 2019 4:53 pm
Axu seems distant as she scans the wall.

"It is here. Just need to find the spot..."

She casts light on her staff and begins scanning the wall herself.
Oct 5, 2019 5:00 pm
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Ian approached the door. He unintentionlaly kicked the crate in his bid to be stealthy, and sent it clattering into the room. He managed to catch the heavy door before it slammed, and peered through.

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Ian approached the door. He unintentionlaly kicked the crate in his bid to be stealthy, and sent it clattering into the room. He managed to catch the heavy door before it slammed, and peered through.

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Oct 5, 2019 5:19 pm
Zifu lifted her lamp, adding its light to Axu's search.
Oct 5, 2019 10:07 pm
"That's Toyachek...and another voice; a woman's." he said quietly, glaring in Ian's direction
Oct 6, 2019 5:36 pm
"Her companions, then," said Zifu with a glance at Axu for confirmation. "Should we risk calling out to them?"
Oct 7, 2019 3:26 am
Rolling his eyes, Ian lets out a quiet sigh and gestures Zifu on over, "Well, while they find it, bring that light over an let's have'a look at'the barracks. See if those mercs left b'hind anythin' useful." He frowns into the darkness, eyes narrowed and alert for possible danger.
Oct 7, 2019 12:07 pm
Greta shakes her head no to Zifu in response to Ian’s request. "No more splitting up." she says flatly.

Then louder she calls out to the disembodied voice "Toyachek!"
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Oct 7, 2019 2:05 pm
"Or that," Ian says with a broad grin and a helpless shrug. "That works too." Chuckling he heads in over to join the others, shaking his head and sending his hair into a small series of cascading waves around his shoulders.
Oct 7, 2019 3:12 pm
I load my hand crossbow, not knowing what to expect. I also move into the shadows.

Rolls

stealth - (1d20+7)

(11) + 7 = 18

Oct 7, 2019 10:00 pm
The voices quiet. There are several heartbeats of silence...
Oct 7, 2019 10:03 pm
"Ah, here..." says Axu.

She fishes in her robe's neckline for a few moments, before bringing out a wrought silver medallion with the symbol of an eye surrounded by squiggles and patterns. She holds it up to the wall, and closes her eyes.

The eye flares purple, then the wall dissipates to reveal the mess hall door.
Oct 8, 2019 2:26 pm
Zifu’s owl returned to his perch on the travel chest, while she herself prepared for whatever welcome was waiting for them.
Oct 8, 2019 2:43 pm
"What are we waiting for?" asks Greta to nobody in particular. Slinging her shield over her back, the burly woman tries the door handle while holding the torch in her left hand.
Dec 16, 2019 5:26 pm
Looking less than concerned, after the reveal of the door, Ian goes to follow after Greta. "Considerin' the only illusions we've encountered so far've been Axu's, I'm sure we're fine." He shrugs helplessly, amusedly as he waits for the tall woman to open the door. "Or it's a trap. But that's, basically, every door in this place."
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Dec 16, 2019 5:33 pm
Zifu says, "It's rude to just barge in, especially when those on the other side are expecting danger." She politely knocks on the door.
Dec 16, 2019 6:24 pm
The barbarian looks over at the scholar with a scowl, "Rude? There's no time for manners!" She shoves hard against the door, ready to thrust the burning brand into the face of any who oppose her as she enters.
Dec 16, 2019 6:54 pm
I hold out my lockpicks. Perhaps a more finessed approach?
Dec 17, 2019 12:04 am
Zifu makes sure to stay behind Greta, in case those on the other side are armed with crossbows or worse.
Dec 17, 2019 11:44 am
CancerMan says:
Zifu makes sure to stay behind Greta, in case those on the other side are armed with crossbows or worse.
Doc does the same and raises his shield in anticipation. Doesn't matter how we skin this cat lets just get it over with!
Dec 17, 2019 5:42 pm
Greta burst through the door, shedding light into an already scantly lit mess room. Coming into the room from outside was much like walking into a layer of hanging dust, with the air in this room comparably stuffy and dry. The tables were askew, as if jostled by several moving bodies. The light was coming from a single lantern on a table near the middle of the room. Two people were sitting at the table. One, a woman, whose back was to the group, and another - a large, scruffy form - that of Toyachek.


Both stood at once, with the former knocking over their chair and brandishing a heavy looking one-handed hammer, and the latter carefully standing without knocking anything around, but kept their arms by their sides, fists clenched. As if in punctuation, the door Greta had knocked open slammed against the stones, which echoed into the large mess hall.

The blacksmith had loosely and messily bound black hair that was just a bit too short for it to be effective, and wore a leather apron unwound from their neck, giving it more a look of a leather skirt or a waist apron. Her scrunched face was covered in some sort of grime, obscuring her average features and matching her dark eyes.


The larger Toyachek was curiously shirtless, with baggy pants that covered his hooves. In the light, even the unobservant could see that most of the fur from his left shoulder to the middle of his chest was blackened. He seemed to visibly deflate, sighing in relief. "Normal people. Thank Janni."


The blacksmith woman looked unconvinced. "Axu?" she curiously asked, through a thick, if otherwise general and nonspecific accent.
Dec 17, 2019 5:43 pm
"Here." Axu chirped, raising her hand from behind the group.
Dec 17, 2019 5:49 pm
"Toyachek, funny meeting you here!" exclaims Greta as she walks towards the pair. She grabs a chair and sits down, putting her wet boot clad feet on the table as she stubs out the torch brand on the floor.

"Greta Ingvarsdottir," she says by way of introduction offering her hand to the blacksmith.
Dec 17, 2019 5:55 pm
The blacksmith snorts and takes her hand. "Venna," she says in a rasping, airy tone.

Toyachek squints. "Oh... yes, we did meet, didn't we?" Toyachek sits back down, while the blacksmith remains standing. She was taut, as if ready to fight or flee despite apparent peace.
Dec 17, 2019 5:56 pm
The young noble steps to the side, both to allow others entry and to present herself to the blacksmith and minotaur with a bow. "Xiao Zifu," she says, hands clasped at her waist under her sleeves.
Dec 17, 2019 7:39 pm
After waiting for everyone else to pass through into the room, Ian does the most polite and responsible thing a person can do in this circumstance . . . close the door. Quietly. Instead of introducing himself, the long haired redhead takes a moment to examine the room, studying the place they're in and looking for a possible second exit, if needed.
Dec 17, 2019 9:50 pm
Ian surveys his surroundings.

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Venna looks suspiciously at the group in turn. Her eyes lock on Axu when she comes through. She seems to be waiting for some answer from Axu.

Rolls

Secret Roll

Dec 17, 2019 9:57 pm
Axu smiles. She begins speaking in a complicated sounding language not dissimilar to rolling hills in cadence. She indicstes each member in turn. Venna nods, folding her arms after laying her hammer down.
Dec 17, 2019 10:11 pm
"What the fuck is going on out there?" Greta asks Venna, pointing with her thumb in the vague direction of the city.

Waiting for an answer, she insouciantly leans back in the chair, wincing from her many wounds.
Dec 18, 2019 12:41 am
"And how the fuck do we get out of here?" Doc adds, using his foot to kick a fallen chair upright to sit in (only to have it fall in the opposite direction again; this of course is followed up with a string of muttered curses as Doc has to bend his sore back to pick it up)
Dec 18, 2019 4:13 am
Venna listened to Axu, and as she was about to answer Greta cut in.


"Umm..." she said uncertainly.

Toyachek huffed, carefully tracing the blackened section of his fur.


"she doesn't speak Drathian
She is a smith from Mindell, or so our blue haired friend says."


He set his hand on his knee, leanied forward and caused the chair to squeak furiously. "It's dead in the city. According to her, most people are gone or hiding. She's doing a pass for people like us on someone's orders, but she won't say who."
Dec 18, 2019 4:15 am
"I... I am not," retorted Axu in an overly dramaticized tone. "I am leading survivors away myself. And... I had an errand here, as you know."

Toyachek rolled his eyes and snorted, causing his septum ring to smack against his lip audibly.
Dec 20, 2019 2:00 am
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Hey all! I did something dumb and unintentionally locked this thread. Rest assured, it is not meant to be locked up, and you're all good to keep going. You may have also noticed we have a new member, who is currently finalizing their character(well, more waiting on me haha), so once they are done we will move this over to a new thread to get a fresh take. For now, carry on harrassing Toyachek!
Dec 20, 2019 2:37 am
Greta watches the blue haired wizard intently. Having grown up around boasting and bravado as part of every day life, the barbarian has a little nose for bullshit.

Rolls

Insight: is Axu telling the whole story? - (1D20+1)

(18) + 1 = 19

Dec 20, 2019 2:51 am
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Dec 20, 2019 3:40 am
Greta asks Toyachek "Where’s the dwarf?"
Dec 20, 2019 5:58 am
Toyachek looked over at Greta, causing an ear to flick. "Out looking for survivors too. We tried to convince them to stay with us, or at least at my tavern, but they were..." He trailed off for the right word, then cracked a smile. "'Bull' headed."
Dec 20, 2019 4:31 pm
"Have any of you seen the Legate?" Zifu ventures to ask.
Dec 20, 2019 9:57 pm
With a thoughtful frown, Ian lets the two groups chat with each other for a moment. Hands resting on his hips he goes to examine the the rope ladder attached to the trap. Unless someone stops him, he starts to climb up towards the exit.
Dec 20, 2019 10:30 pm
Leaning back in her chair, Greta’s eyes take in the room, finally coming to rest on Ian.

"What you got there?" she asks the con-man as he begins to ascend the rope ladder.
Dec 21, 2019 5:16 am
Toyachek looks at Zifu. "Tall? Dressed like a soldier?" he asked.
Dec 21, 2019 5:29 am
"I'd say yes," begins Zifu, "but that's practically everyone I had met when I arrived. The Legate goes by the name of Cassium."

She looks at each person in the room, mentally keeping a headcount. Finally she turns to Axu and asks, "Where is Sjarvil?"
Dec 21, 2019 5:11 pm
Glancing down at the vertically endowed barbarian, Ian keeps his voice to a low, gravely tone. "If there's a window we might be able ta get our bearings." He continues up the ladder, carefully, paranoid that he'll attract attention.
Dec 22, 2019 5:43 am
Toyachek grinned. "Yeah. I am not familiar with the workings of this place."

Axu looked at Zifu as she began to walk toward the far end of the room, toward a window. She shrugged as she walked.

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Dec 22, 2019 7:47 am
Zifu looked back to the minotaur. "Wasn't there a third...?" she began, but caught herself. "You know, never mind."

She stood there, and waited.
Dec 22, 2019 4:29 pm
Not willing to take any chances, Ian moves along in the darkness, quietly padding his way to the long windows to take a look outside. If he can, he tries to determine where the group is and the fastest way to the Legate's office.
Dec 22, 2019 5:34 pm
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Dm, could we get a description of the room we’re in? Entrances & exits? Ans what’s with the rope ladder Ian is climbing on.
Greta asks the group "So where to? We can’t stay in this place. It’s cursed and haunted and evil!"
Dec 22, 2019 8:56 pm
The room the majority of the party was in was a disheveled, abandoned mess hall. Rows of long tables were beset by chairs that had been pulled back at various angles, signalling it had been quickly vacated by those previously sitting. The room itself was about 120 feet by 50 feet, small as mess halls go, and even smaller when considering the serving area on the western side of the room. Behind this area for servers was a heavy rope ladder with rungs of glossy brown wood leading up into a trap door at the top of the room about 25 feet up.
Next to that ladder was another, closed door of considerably cheaper looking wood. Aside from the party's entry door, the western door and trap door ere the only ways out of this room which made it defensible. Three embrasures lined the north wall, and while they were too narrow for egress, they filtered in dingy neutral light, which could belong to a severely faded day, or bright night.

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Rolls

Rolling for secretses - (1d20+5)

(10) + 5 = 15

Dec 22, 2019 11:44 pm
The barbarian woman stands up from her chair and starts pacing around the room.

As she does so, she stops behind Docaster’s chair and she leans over to whisper something to the priest before she continues her pacing.

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Venna sat uncomfortably, twitching her thumbs together.

Toyachek looked back at Axu, who was looking out of the window.

"Are we leaving soon?" he asked, a trace of annoyance in his voice.
Dec 23, 2019 4:47 am
"Momentarily," replied Axu, ducking back into the room. "You all still had business here, didn't you?"
Dec 23, 2019 5:09 am
"We had the idea of checking the Legate's office," said Zifu. She glanced upward at Ian before she spoke to Axu again. "I presume that is still the intention, as Lord Mardelik believes there are documents explaining what transpired here. I admit a certain curiosity myself, since the Drathian agent sent to neutralize Mr. Finn appeared to be involved in this incident."
Dec 23, 2019 3:06 pm
Doc continues to sit in his chair ruminating; wanting more than ever to leave.
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Dec 30, 2019 3:46 pm
Greta, pacing like a caged predator looks back at Axu near the windows. She strides over and while looking out the window herself (what does she see?) asks the blue haired mage "What are you looking for Axu?"
Dec 30, 2019 5:04 pm
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Axu looked at Greta a moment, then pointed out the window and down.

"A raft we took from the seaside. We moored it there. A lot of the city is... flooded, it's as if the sea level has risen, but it has not and it's unclear where it all came from."
Dec 30, 2019 8:50 pm
"Is that the best way out of this city?" Doc asks, though any suggestion she has is likely to be distrusted
Dec 30, 2019 11:10 pm
Ian returns to the top of the ladder, poking his head down to look at the others. "Hey, does anyone have'a big cloak or'a hood I'can borrow?" He lets the non sequitur hang in the air as he turns his attention to Zifu, "So what would ya say 'bout a phenomenon where exposed skin in moonlight causes cold an unpleasant tinglin' sensations but skin unexposed feels normal?"
Dec 30, 2019 11:25 pm
"An allergic reaction," Zifu immediately answered, "though moonlight as a cause is certainly peculiar." She tried to recall anything in her studies that might bear semblance to the described phenomenon.

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Arcana - (1d20+5)

(11) + 5 = 16

Dec 31, 2019 12:55 am
"What, like a reverse vampire?" He snickers quietly before seeming to consider it, ending his internal thoughts with a frown. "Yeah, that's not really funny. I got gloves but I want somethin' ta cover my face. I'can get ya the Legate's office easily up here." He looked around at the others again, "Anyone wanna test if they is 'allergic' too?"

The young man seems calm about the situation, as if an allergy to the moon was just another problem to solve. "Doc. You've seen shit. Greta, you've seen the curse b'fore. Any ideas?"
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Dec 31, 2019 1:03 am
"Well," began Zifu, "I didn't mean to suggest it was fact. Your question seemed to be an invitation for conjecture."

She looks to the minotaur and other two women. "Did you experience the same feeling on your journey here, presuming you traveled at night?"
Dec 31, 2019 2:17 am
With a confused expression Doc wordlessly climbs up the ladder to see what Ian is talking about
Dec 31, 2019 2:41 am
Axu replied to Doc as he walked over to the ladder.

"That's a good idea, I never thought about getting out of the city by water..."

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The woman was completely blank, staring at Zifu as if she'd spoken elaborate gibberish.

The Terrataur Toyachek however shook his head. "No. The city feels strange with nothing moving in it, but there was no tingling."
Dec 31, 2019 2:09 pm
Replying to Ian, Greta shakes her head in the negative, her long braids flopping in punctuation.

"Sounds crazy, what isn’t crazy these days?"
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Dec 31, 2019 5:12 pm
Zifu glanced up at those on the ladder, hoping to see an observable reaction.

As she watched, she said idly, "I agree with Ingvarsdottir. We are at a loss for answers, with no clues to find them."

"Toyachek?" she continued. "What is your purpose here? I'm sure we are appreciative of finding familiar faces, but we have no idea what is going on because we have evidently been out of the loop for several days. All this... silence and cryptic conversation is starting to become quite annoying."
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Toyachek looked at Zifu, pursing his lips. "I have no idea why I'm here. Axu requested we stay together. I'd prefer to be waiting at the tavern."

Axu piped up at this. "We're finding survivors and leaving the city. I don't want us to lose one another..."
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Jan 1, 2020 12:45 am
Zifu seemed satisfied with the replies, for now. "I would like to assist in this. Will you allow me to? My companion here is very smart and capable of flying to places to search for anyone alive." She was ready to send Hu out the window on a scouting mission.
Jan 1, 2020 1:59 am
Axu beamed. "Of course! Tell your owl to be very careful. I've only seen skeletons here, but they could be other places too..."

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Zifu smiled. She let Hu perch upon her finger and brought the owl before her, where she whispered quietly her request and scritched between his eyes.

If you feel that odd tingling sensation while you're out there, come back right away, she mentally conveyed, adding the importance of being safe. With an upward gesture, she released the owl into the air, towards the upper window.
Jan 1, 2020 6:37 pm
"Hey, I asked fer conjecture. For all -I- know that might'a been how all these skeletons got made. An no, this's new. Normally I'd think nothin' of it but we ain' doin' normal right now, are we?" He offers a grin though, as if the situation was amusing no matter how seriously he was taking it. "An sure, send'im up. He'can get'a good view'a things. I'mma see if there's anythin' I'can use ta cover ma face though, can yer friend help with that?. If I'can get inta the Legate's office from here then I'can save us twenty minutes'a wanderin' around."

With that he disappears back into the upper floor he starts to search for anything that can cover his head and face. A tarp he can cut, an old blanket, anything.
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If anything can be found, I'd like to use Ian's proficiency with a Disguise Kit for making a mask

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Perception - (1d20+2)

(13) + 2 = 15

Investigation - (1d20+2)

(4) + 2 = 6

Disguise Kit, if applicable - (1d20+4)

(15) + 4 = 19

Jan 1, 2020 7:23 pm
Doc hears Ian climb back up the ladder.
I don't feel anything myself...I'm trying to remember if you did anything we didn't today that may have exposed you to something?
Jan 1, 2020 9:36 pm
Greta, having had her curiosity get the better of her says "I want to see what this is all about!" as she clambers up the rope ladder.
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Jan 1, 2020 10:59 pm
Hu 'hu'ted softly as he fluttered off of her hands, winging out into the night. Mere moments later, he came right back. He landed back on Zifu He ruffled in annoyance, pecking at his own armpit.

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The room upstairs was very dark. The room felt full of miscellaneous objects, making it rather difficult to move across the room to the windows of the north wall without making some sort of noise. Greta would rise up the ladder to see Doc's silhouette in the middle window, and she can hear Ian skulking around and the tearing of some sort of cloth.
Jan 2, 2020 6:59 pm
"Interesting," Zifu said to herself, soothing the owl. She addressed the others, "Hu felt the same thing as Lord Mardelik. Let me see if anything has happened to him."

She takes her loop of red cord and wraps it around two of her fingers, pulling and weaving a series of twists and loops.
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Beginning a ritual-cast of Detect Magic on Hu. If the party/NPCs decide it's time to move before the 10-minute casting is finished, Zifu will end the ritual to follow.
Jan 2, 2020 8:34 pm
"Doc!" called out the hulking woman as she navigated the darkened room. Once she reached the window she nudged the cleric aside. "Lemme see if this tingly thing happens!"
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If she can step out safely to experience the phenomenon she will.
Jan 3, 2020 8:25 pm
Donning the mask, Ian checks to make sure he can see out of it fairly well before pulling on his gloves and pulled up the hood on his cloak for good measure. Using his hand to shield his eyes, as if the moon were the noon sun, he goes to lean out the window again, to see if there's an easy way to get to the Legate's office from the windows.
Jan 3, 2020 10:44 pm
Doc turns to Ian while standing on the opposite end of the window.
You're wanting us to wait here while you go alone?
Jan 4, 2020 12:02 am
"Well," he starts with a distracted and casual tone. "I used ta sleep with this acrobat an I'm pretty tumbling is sexually transmitted, so considerin' this'll be a rooftop thing it's probably safest ta go alone." He pauses to give Doc a wicked smile. "I mean, you ain' really my type so how would ya follow?"
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Unable to see Ian's face, Doc considers educating the charlatan on STIs but gives up at the prospect. It's likely Ian knows more about them than he does anyway.
Was thinkin the little troublemaker actually.
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Jan 5, 2020 3:01 am
Greta maneuvers over to the windows in the dark, slinking through the cluttered space as graceful as a mountain lioness. Once in front of the three windows she hisses to Doc and Ian:

"Shut up you two. Hey Ian, Doc, which window did you go through? Did you both go through the same one?"
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Jan 5, 2020 3:01 pm
"Well, Doc, good luck with convincin'im." As Greta climbs up the trickster gives her a jaunty wave and climbs out the window to approach the Legate's office as fast as he can.
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Forgot to apply Expertise. That's actually a 18. Sorry!
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Acrobatics - (1d20+5)

(11) + 5 = 16

Jan 6, 2020 5:06 am
Doc sighs and shakes his head; no way he was going to convince him to go with someone else anyway. He desides to stay upstairs and look out the window in case he sees or hears something that may indicate that Ian needs help.
Ian's just gone to the Legate office on his own. he says to Greta over his shoulder
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Jan 6, 2020 2:35 pm
"How come you don't feel the tinglies?" she asks Doc as she sticks her hand out the window that Ian had just left.
Jan 6, 2020 5:43 pm
No idea Doc remarked Hasn't seemed to slow his step yet though
Jan 7, 2020 6:28 pm
Zifu continues her ritual, weaving and looping her cord in a repetitive pattern.
Jan 8, 2020 2:20 am
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Toyachek and Venna were watching Zifu, Toyachek curiously and Venna suspiciously.
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Is our halfling still here?
Jan 8, 2020 2:52 am
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He posted OOC that he's dropping out.
Jan 8, 2020 1:43 pm
Greta pulls her hand back in and shakes it as if she's received a slight shock.

"Maybe its 'cause you got that weird blade from the armory?"
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The woman hefts her shield overhead and leans out of the window to hazard a glimpse upward, as well as to keep an eye on Ian's progress.
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not yet. He is still unseen.
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Toyachek's ear flicked suddenly. He stood from his seat and went over to the window, peering out of it. Venna continued staring at what Xiao was doing to her owl.

Outside of the door, some shuffling could be heard - almost like someone dragging something down the hall.

Axu whirled around and stared at the door, with Venna's gaze following.
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Thieves Tools - (1d20+4)

(11) + 4 = 15

Jan 12, 2020 1:43 pm
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how far down is it from the attic to the floor?
Greta recoils from the strange feeling and says to Doc "It feels like the time when my brother and me kicked open an ant hill and got bit up by angry ants when we were kids."

At first Greta smiled, remembering times past with her family. Then her smile quickly faded and was replaced by a dark scowl. The innocent childhood memory just brought home her losses.

"I also felt a stone falling from above. I think somethings on the roof."
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Jan 12, 2020 3:59 pm
Zifu maintained her concentration on her spell, but kept silent as she turned towards the shuffling. She kept quiet and placed Hu back on his perch upon her travel case.
Jan 12, 2020 10:20 pm
Shit
Doc takes his shield off his back and fits it into his left hand.
With Thotan's guidance, he tries to discern what is making the noise on top of the roof

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Guidance bonus to Perception - (1d4)

(4) = 4

Perception - (1d20+5)

(15) + 5 = 20

Jan 13, 2020 6:00 am
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Around 25 feet. Jumping down like a juggernaut would hurt.
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Toyachek looked back over. He whispered in a hushed tone. "There's another boat. Further toward the exit to the street, by the outer wall."
Jan 13, 2020 6:03 am
Axu whirled back to Toyachek, looking not unlike she was observing a match of net ball. She put her finger to her lips, and skulked to the door as best she could...

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Stealth - (1d20+3)

(12) + 3 = 15

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Jan 14, 2020 4:42 pm
Zifu looked over at Toyachek and Venna, wondering if the same tingling sensation has affected them. She followed with a gaze to her companions (if they're in range).
Jan 14, 2020 10:42 pm
Doc's eyes track the noise down the ladder to the first floor where the rest of the group is. Not wanting to abandon lookout for Ian, he wordlessly points out the direction of the noise for Greta but remains by the window.
I'll keep an eye out for Ian he whispers
Jan 14, 2020 11:07 pm
Greta hisses "There’s nothing there." but she looks down the ladder just the same.

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Perception - (1D20+3)

(12) + 3 = 15

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A sharp whistle could be heard from above. Not unlike the whistle to call a horse or dog.

It drifted through the window to Doc, sounding very close, but it was clearly heard by all present.
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Jan 16, 2020 2:40 am
Greta grabs the rope ladder and tries to pull it up to the attic.
Jan 16, 2020 5:16 am
Zifu catches the attention of those around her, and points to the door.
Jan 16, 2020 5:47 pm
Greta pulls the rope ladder up with little difficulty, as Zifu garners the attention of Venna and Toyachek. Axu was still staring at the door intently.


Suddenly, the door opens a crack... And is then pushed fully open to reveal nothing behind it.


There seems to be a light coming from somewhere behind the leftmost wall. It is bright, and illuminates the wall that is viewable from the door.
Jan 16, 2020 6:13 pm
Zifu's own lamp hangs from her case as she watches the open doorway. She says nothing, still concentrating on her Detect Magic spell, and she waits.
Jan 16, 2020 6:28 pm
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Jan 17, 2020 1:08 am
Greta drops the ladder back down
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I wanted to see if she could feelnthe weight of our invisible friend
and climbs down.

"Zifu, what the fuck is up with that door opening by itself?" she asks as she motions for Toyachek to join her over at the door. She looks down the hallway with her sword and shield at the ready.
Jan 17, 2020 1:21 am
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Okay this is going to be a bit sticky now that Greta just moved before this character did when they would have been moving at best at about the same time --- aka just when Greta was starting to come down the ladder or a bit before --- however I would assume CancerMan would react the same so will adjust my original post accordingly -- I think I took 4 points of damage... as for a description the pic in full chain mail with a shield and a war axe...
And with that Jauk charges into the ground floor room through the just opened door with as blood curdling a scream as he can manage, bangs his war axe on his shield a couple times and... gets unexpectedly hit with a spectral hand but then reacts in accordance with it and falls backward onto his back as if struck dead. He then quickly raises his head giving those present a toothy grin then puts a finger to his lips in that universal sign of - shhhhh. Then drops his head back down and looks kind of back towards the door to see what the light does that Revulde is holding. If Revulde appears to move towards the door to look in, he will stop looking and play dead.
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Jan 17, 2020 1:35 am
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lol I guess we'll go with it. You cool with using that spell anyway Zifu?
Jan 17, 2020 4:05 pm
OOC:
Well, I can't see it any other way than we're being attacked, so Zifu would definitely try to defend herself.
Jan 17, 2020 4:07 pm
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DM, could you please let us know where everyone in the room is?
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DeJoker, what does Jauk look like?
Jan 17, 2020 4:44 pm
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Okay Sjoyner I am assuming you cannot see the pic then -- he is a Taur, big guy looks kind of like a minotaur much like Toyachek he is wearing full chain mail, is carrying a shield and battle axe his long hair is braided, he is wearing a bear claw necklace with a religious amulet attached he is wearing bright colorful clothing some what primitive in nature aka not citified stuff

Note to all -- I did what I did due to this guys traits -- which have something to do with the tenants of this guys deity so it should eventually all play out and become more apparent as we progress
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Jan 17, 2020 8:17 pm
Axu stood near the middle of the room, whereas Venna and Zifu were near the table that Greta had previously sitting in. Toyachek was by the window, where Doc also was one floor above. Greta was on her way down the ladder, and it was unclear where Ian was.

Jauk, by the door, landed on his back with a resounding thud, shaking the tables in the room. After he'd put his finger to his lips, a silence settled over the room.

It was broken by the clattering of amething metal outside in the hall, where the light was cut short. Sounds of pattering feet could be heard afterward running away from the room.


Toyachek blinked slowly.

"...Jauk?"
Jan 17, 2020 8:39 pm
Zifu lowered her cord-wrapped hand, restraining herself from launching another attack after hearing Toyachek venture the name. At the sound of approaching feet, she lifted her hand and aimed, unsure if the creature running away would double back.
Jan 17, 2020 10:51 pm
Jauk burst out laughing and called out while still lying on the floor, "Revulde its okay!" Not that the guy had any place to run to mind you as that corridor only let back to the barred door with those things clawing at the other side but it was better to let him know before he tried opening that door. Still laughing Jauk sat up and rubbed his neck, "Dang that smarted a bit, hey Toyachek good to see you still alive and kickin.. so who're your friends?" He asked as he looked about at those gathered in the room then hollered once more over his shoulder, "Revulde get your butt in here there are... People in here!" He could not help but laugh a bit more.
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Jan 18, 2020 1:47 am
Greta drops down the last few feet from the ladder, landing on the balls of her feet in a crouch reminiscent of a mountain lioness. She carried her bulk with surprising agility and grace.

She stood taller than just about any human Jauk had ever seen. The powerfully built Northerner was clad in a chain shirt, under which she wore a dark blue tunic that was filthy from the flooded hallways, and stained with her own blood.
Knee high fur lined boots shod her feet, and they were even filthier from wading through the dark waters.

Long disheveled honey-blonde braids framed her high cheekbones, thin nose, and pointed chin.

As she strode over to the prone Taur, Greta unslung her large round shield with a practiced ease. The red paint was marred and the iron boss had a large dent; signs of recent combat. With a fluid motion, she drew her longsword from its sheath hanging from a dull brown leather baldric strapped across her chest.

She regarded the large armored Taur before her with bright blue eyes.
Pointing the sharp tip at Jauk’s throat she growled through her white straight teeth "Who the fuck are you?"
Jan 18, 2020 2:33 am
A small blonde head poked its way around the corner, only to see Zifu half-cocked in some sort of arcane geature, and Greta pointing a blade at Jauk. Both were strangers.

It slipped back around the corner rather quickly.
Jan 18, 2020 4:03 am
Jauk smiled up at the warrior lady as if he was just having the time of his life, "Why Jauk ze-Kaziganthi long time friend and associate of Toyachek and friend to," he turns his head towards the door, "Revulde get in here they won't hurt you beside ya don't got any where else to go anyway." Jauk lays back and rolls to his right and gets up on his hands and knees as he prepares to stand up but turns his and and looks up at the lady, "you okay with me standing up?"
Jan 18, 2020 1:38 pm
Without taking her eyes off of Jauk, Greta asks Toyachek "Is that true?"

She relaxes slightly and raises her sword point away from the large Taur awaiting the inn-keeper’s response.
Jan 18, 2020 1:52 pm
Toyachek nods a few times, approaching. He held a hand out to Jauk to assist him in getting up. "I know Jauk very well. We've been friends for years."

Revulde reluctantly entered the room. He was a short Muldini man with blonde hair and dreaded mutton chops. He was in the typical high collared Drathian style, albeit sodden and destroyed. He had a tool belt on with many unidentifiable tools. He was also carrying a spherical object with an orb in the center. The orb had a large crack running through it. He looked sour, but said nothing. He was waiting near the door, eyes darting between new people.
Jan 18, 2020 3:39 pm
Greta’s sword slams home in its sheath. She slings her shield back across her broad back by its worn leather guige.

She strides forward and offers her hand to the newcomer and the hard scowl on her face softens slightly as she introduces herself.

"I am Greta Ingvarsdottir."
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Jan 18, 2020 5:22 pm
The thin human woman took her cue from Greta's actions and retracted her cool porcelain hand to push at the bridge of her wire-rimmed spectacles. Her black hair was loosely tied back in a short bun, yet several strands managed to escape due to recent stress and joined the remaining lengths cascading down her back. The gold and ivory ornaments on her braids were dulled with dust and grime. Only the red cord on her hand seemed clean, threads of gold shimmering between the woven strands.

She tried to carry a refined appearance, fidgeting with her meticulously-arranged and layered attire. The golden brocade robes were dark with soaked water, and the edges of deep vermilion seemed more like an off-colored black. The wide sash at her waist was equally dirtied, and the long sleeves hung loose over her gloved hands. A diaphanous outer robe lay open with threads of stained quicksilver coursing down her arms. Underneath these robes was a layer of sweat-covered silk that rose high upon her neck, pinned at the collar with tortoise shell.

Over one shoulder was a small chest of black lacquered wood with gold decoratives. A bedroll and blanket were rolled tightly between the long handles, and a coil of rope was draped over one side. Perched upon the chest was a tiny burrowing owl with long legs.

She clasped her hands together underneath her long sleeves, and bowed. "Xiao Zifu," she said in introduction.
Jan 18, 2020 6:34 pm
A gaunt figure lowers his head down the whole in the wall to see what the commotion was all about. He looks to be in his early 30s with a weathered pale face, ruffled dark black hair and a short beard below a modest handlebar mustache. Scale mail armor covers his torso and lies underneath a long black travelers cloak; a sheathed khopesh strapped to his belt. Dangling out of his tunic is a Onyx gemstone necklace that gleams dully in the dim light.
He regards the newcomers with a flat expression. Watching Toyachek pick Jauk up off the floor was proof enough that this new warrior wasn't here to kill them all.
"Doc. Now get the fuck up here. Ian's not back."
Jan 18, 2020 8:36 pm
Greta nods to Doc. As she starts to ascend the ladder she says to Xiao "I might be going crazy in this place. I think I heard something going down this ladder, and then out that door, right before Jauk came in. Am I the only one? "

About halfway up she looks upwards to Doc and asks "Didn’t you hear something Doc?"
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Jan 19, 2020 12:05 am
"I did see the door open all by itself," Zifu admitted. She wondered if the phenomenon triggered her arcane senses.
Jan 19, 2020 8:15 am
Jauk takes Toyachek's extended arm grasping the inside of his forearm with his hand and pulling himself up and into an embrace of his fellow Taur, "Dang glad to see you be alive, your last letter was kind of vague about what was going on."

He is interrupted by the greetings, he releases Toyachek and takes the woman's inside forearm as he did with Toyachek and pulls her into an strong embrace, "Glad to meet you Greta." He glances back to Toyachek, "So what is going on around here?" He releases Greta looks at Xiao and... gives a short side wave, "Nice to meet you Zifu." Looking back to Toyachek, "I mean what's with the village and those creepy dudes slinking through it?" He looks up and waves, "Hi Doc." Then again looks to Toyachek but listens to the remaining exchange. "Well I opened that door," he points back to the door that he had come through, "and there aint nuttin in that direction but a bunch of nasty... somethings which hopefully won't get through that door... that is prior to this door, anytime too soon but all in all I hope there are not more of them. Are there? Regardless I don't think we should hang around here to long."
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Jan 19, 2020 9:20 pm
Well we have another man to grab first. Doc says as he returns to the second floor Went for the Legate's office a few minutes ago and hasn't come back. Either of you two felt strange when the moonlight touches your skin?
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Doc is talking to folks currently upstairs correct?
Jan 20, 2020 2:12 pm
One back in the attic, Greta puts her cloak’s hood on and covers her face with an upraised arm. She keeps her hands tucked under the cloak to protect herself from the strange phenomenon.

She then looks out the window where Ian went.
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Is there a rooftop she can cross?
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sorry 😂 I meant it like he was talking to Jauk and his friend as he was climbing back up
Jan 20, 2020 8:30 pm
Jauk responds to Doc's question before Doc disappears into the ceiling, "No not necessarily, although I did get an odd sensation once when I obtained a higher elevation."

He looks at Toyachek, "So what's the plan?"
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Toyachek gestures at Axu, the blue haired, black robed sorceress Jauk barely knew. "According to her, we were just leaving. But this ragtag group wants to visit the office of the standing Legate of the fort. For... Some reason."
Jan 20, 2020 9:03 pm
Axu, who had seemed rather awkward to this moment, built herself up and puffed her chest out.
"Yes. We need to leave... But, what was that about strange things in the city, Jauk?"
Jan 20, 2020 9:07 pm
Revulde began before Jauk could:

"Weird hooded things!" he blurted through a thick Muldin accent.

"They were skulkin' around the bank. We heard a scream, and Jauk rowed over... They looked... wrong."
Jan 20, 2020 9:15 pm
Greta and I will be back in a bit. Doc stops to look over his shoulder at Zifu as if to ask You coming? before he catches up with Greta at the window.
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Jan 20, 2020 9:27 pm
Jauk thumbs in Revulde's direction, "Yeah what he just said." Jauk then moves back to the door he and Revulde came through and closes it and checks to see if it can be barred some how from this side.
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Axu pursed her lips, and tapped her chin.

"Have any in your group seen anything like that, Ziao?" she asked, turning to face her fully.

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Jan 20, 2020 10:02 pm
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Jan 20, 2020 10:17 pm
I poke my head out from under a table. Sorry took a nap. Who is this person?

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Jan 20, 2020 11:17 pm
The barbarian looks for something to tie off her rope to serve as an anchor should she fail her ascent.

Once satisfied with that (and it could be just Doc’s waist!) she ties the rope around her waist and clambers out the window to climb up the wall to the parapet.

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Athletics check to climb the wall - (1D20+5)

Jan 21, 2020 12:49 am
"We haven't seen much of the city," Zifu said to Axu, unable to track Greta and Doc as they disappeared. "As we mentioned previously, we had been incapacitated for four days. We were in the stockade, unconscious, when the city fell. We had just awoken and tried to find our way out to the Legate's office when we encountered you."

She looked up. "I'd ask them if they knew anything about hooded figures, but..." She let the rest of the statement end with a gesture toward the attic.
Jan 21, 2020 7:11 am
Jauk looked over to Toyachek, "Hey Toyachek can you help me move one of these tables in front of this door?" He indicates the door he just closed, "If that small horde of undead looking things get through that previous door I want to make sure they are slowed down again at least long enough to give us enough time to make a go of it."

When Finn popped out Jauk looked a bit surprised, "Whoa wee folk, got any more surprises hiding around here?" He then looks at Finn and replies, "Jauk ze-Kaziganthi and who be you?"
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Jan 21, 2020 7:21 am
I look Jauk up and down with disinterest. Finn Greenbottle at your service.

I make my way to the ladder and climb it.

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Jan 21, 2020 7:43 am
Greta looks around with a glint in her eye.

Thankfully, Doc's waist was not needed, as she spotted a sconce next to the window. She proceeded to tie off her best knot, and pulls off a reasonably stable knot that was nondescript.

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She angled a foot onto the sill, and flipped awkwardly around, leaving her slanted backward. She began to climb with arm strength alone. She made good progress, with her feet almost out of sight, until Greta's left hand pulled sharply downward, taking loose stonework away with it. The veracity of her climbing left her without a foothold, and gravity got its own word in to send her plummeting.


Doc would witness her go up, then down, past the window. The rope she'd tied off pulled taut after a moment, then loosened itself and escaped the sconce with a sliding hiss.


Toyachek nodded at Jauk slowly, smiling a square-toothed smile. "Of course. I'm glad you had that idea too." He began to walk toward Jauk, only to be stopped by a breathless grunt and meaty thwack of one Greta Ingvarsdottir smacking against the sill of the window he was currently next to.

Greta takes 3 damage.

He turned back, and looked down.

"Climbing not go well?" he frowned, turning to help her through.

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Jan 21, 2020 12:04 pm
Greta accepts Jauk’s help with a grateful expression as her feet dangling over the edge leaves her with little purchase.

Once in she nods her thanks before grimacing at her bruised elbow. "Gods damn that hurt. "

"The wall is slippery. I don’t know if I can make the climb.". She looks around and her eyes land on Finn.

"Dingus, you can climb the wall, yes?"
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Jan 21, 2020 3:54 pm
"Are you all right?" Zifu asked as she approached Greta's side.
Jan 21, 2020 4:06 pm
The big woman shrugs, "I’m ok. "

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She follows Finn up the ladder. She ties a rope around his waist and holds the line. When you get up there, tie it to something secure so Doc and I can get up there"
Jan 21, 2020 4:06 pm
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@SJoyner72 -- that was Toyachek that helped Greta not Jauk ;)
Jan 21, 2020 4:17 pm
Zifu watched Greta return to the task, then she looked over at the Muldini man. "What is your occupation, Mr. Revulde?" she asked, studying the high-collared Drathian garb.
OOC:
Is Revulde wearing a long coat with no sleeves, like an Inquisitor?
Jan 21, 2020 6:23 pm
I wink at Greta and climb the wall.
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No. It's a vest, with a shirt underneath. Also, everybody is healed to full for simplicity reasons. We'll treat their time here as a long rest for funsies

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Jan 21, 2020 6:29 pm
Finn hops out nimbly and begins to climb the wall. Moments later, Greta would see him drop along with more loose stone work. Thankfully, he weighed nothing was easy to fish back up, but Finn slammed against the wall from the sudden stop.

Finn takes 4 damage.

Revulde clicks his tongue at his cylinder, beginning yto fiddle with it.

"Engineer," he muttered. "Had s bloody shop in the trade district. Someone burned it down durin' the ruckus, and thank my foresight that I prefer sleepin' underground."
Jan 21, 2020 6:37 pm
Zifu nodded. "Workshops can be replaced, but your life cannot," she said. "I am glad you and Mr. ze-Kaziganthi have managed well."

She turned at the sound, and winced. "I don't suppose any of you are familiar with the layout of this fortress?"
Jan 21, 2020 6:55 pm
Greta hauls Finn up like the day's catch. We're not having luck tonight. frowns Greta. Then the very strong woman gets an idea.
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How high up is the roof? How far can a Str 16 character throw a 45lb halfling?
Jan 21, 2020 7:25 pm
Once Jauk and Toyachek finish moving the table in front of the door he looks over thoughtfully at Xiao then says, "Well it has corridors and rooms and doors and windows," then he smiles and winks at her, "was there something specific you were wanting within this structure?"
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Jan 21, 2020 7:37 pm
Zifu's expression was one of practiced patience. "We seek access to the Legate's office," she explained, reminding herself that Jauk was not present during their plans. "Lord Mardelik believes that documents might be found within that either help explain what happened to this city, or point us in the direction of finding the answers.

"I am inclined to agree with him, though we are currently having difficulty in finding the best route."
Jan 21, 2020 7:42 pm
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It's about 15 feet up. And she can always try!
I spit rocks out of my mouth. I can do it.
Jan 21, 2020 7:44 pm
Revulde shook his head. "Drathians have always thought me a spy. They wouldn't let me near the place, but they're happy to take their 'discount' for allowing me to vend in the city. Feh." He sighed, putting the cylinder in his satchel.

"It's broken. I just want to leave..."
Jan 21, 2020 7:45 pm
Axu sighed. "Perhaps we should just leave... It feels more and more unsafe the longer we linger."
Jan 21, 2020 8:11 pm
Greta wraps the end of the rope around her arm and then grabs Finn. She then proceeds to hurl the halfling up to the roof ledge.
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Athletics check?
Jan 21, 2020 8:14 pm
Jauk sat on the sturdy table he and Toyachek had just moved and said, "Yeah well I am not sure I like the idea of potentially leaving folks stranded but I suppose I can come back later after getting you all to safety. I found mainly what I came her to find," he gestures at Toyacheck, "so I am good."
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Jan 21, 2020 8:40 pm
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Yes.
Jan 21, 2020 8:55 pm
Toyachek frowned.

"I was always against splitting up, and I don't want to now. Do you think this table will hold okay, or should we reinforce it more?"
Jan 21, 2020 9:24 pm
Jauk looks at Toyachek for a moment then says, "What the heck let's put another upside down on top, the extra weight could not hurt." With that said Jauk works with Toyachek to add another table atop the current table blocking the door.
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Jan 21, 2020 9:42 pm
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Oh. Derp. No, I didn't read that. I'll change the message.
Jan 21, 2020 10:23 pm
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Okay changed my response accordingly ;)
Jan 22, 2020 3:21 pm
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Jan 22, 2020 3:51 pm
With a practice twirl of the rope, Greta launched the unwilling halfling up a good 25 feet.
OOC:
Got a natty 20
As Ian was preparing to climb down the window, he was nearly clipped in the head by a Finn projectile. He sailed right up past Ian.

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Jan 22, 2020 3:52 pm
Catch me catch me catch me!
Jan 24, 2020 12:22 am
Doc briefly catches the blur that was Greta plummeting to the ground and decides there is likely a better way to reach the Legate office. By the time he reached ground level he's met with Finn hurling into the air...right past Ian.

What took you so damn long?? he hisses, trying not to gather attention outside
Jan 24, 2020 11:15 pm
"I got sleepy," Ian mutters and he slumps into the upper story. Sliding into the shadows he pulls off his mask with a grimace. He looks as though he hasn't slept for days, "Got'the door open ta the Legate's office but whatever's in there is causin' this . . . drainin' feelin'."

He grunts as he sits up, "Whatever's in there . .
it's important."
Jan 28, 2020 1:11 am
Doc grimaces. They've spent too much time here as it is; every minute longer adds risk. But if there's something important in that office and he appears to be immune to the effects of this drain...
Sounds like I need to take a look. he sighs Which way do I go?
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Jan 28, 2020 2:49 pm
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Did Finn land on the roof?
Jan 29, 2020 5:29 pm
Zifu waited patiently while the others did their thing upstairs. "I am curious about that broken device, Mr. Revulde," she says. "May I ask what it is, and what happened to it?"
Jan 30, 2020 12:50 am
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If he wasn't caught, no. He likely needs to be pulled in.
"Lantern," Revulde gruffed. "I dropped it when ya scared the shite out of me."
Jan 30, 2020 12:57 am
At Revulde's revelation Jauk laughs and says, "But it got heart pumpin' didnt it, made you feel alive?"
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Jan 30, 2020 12:59 am
"Intriguing design," said Zifu. "How does it work?"
Jan 30, 2020 1:20 am
Cyngi says:
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If he wasn't caught, no. He likely needs to be pulled in.
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even with a nat 20?
Greta tries to catch the hapless halfling on his way back down.
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What kind of check?
Jan 30, 2020 5:20 am
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20 was for the throw. Not for Ian potentially ignoring a flying little shit :P. Let's say a flat dex check
Revulde gave Jauk a stink eye, but perked up when Xiao inquired upon the lantern. "Interested in engineering?
Pretty thing like you?"
Jan 30, 2020 12:59 pm
With a beaming look of pride in her feat of strength, Greta watched Finn sail up, up, and up. As the halfling-projectile reached its zenith, the Outlander tensed in anticipation, waiting for the little humanoid to land on the roof. Pride turned to horror as she realized, dimly, that while she hurled Finn with enough force but not enough of an arc.

Finn screaming ‘catch me!’ snapped her out of her disbelief as she reached out of the window to try to grasp ‘Dingus.’

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Catch - Dex - (1D20+2)

(4) + 2 = 6

Jan 30, 2020 4:04 pm
Zifu thought she heard something outside, but Revulde's words captured her attention and now the man was her sole focus. The corners of her lips curled upward in practiced form, her eyes half-lidded with a serene look. "I find it curious," she said, her voice a calm and even tone. "It is fascinating what marvels one can create if they are so inspired, don't you think?"
Feb 1, 2020 7:11 pm
Greta leant out the window to catch Finn, but was just a bit off in that he sailed right past her arms. When the rope ahe was holding went taut, it was with such force that she'd need to brace her hand or risk it sliding out.
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dex save
Revulde nodded several times enthusiastically, setting his dreadchops bobbing.

"Each piece can be a work of art." he said. His smile turned wistful.

Axu cleared her throat. "Well, I think I will take my leave if you are all so set on staying..."
Feb 1, 2020 8:59 pm
She tries to keep from flying out with Finn

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Dex save - (1D20+4)

(14) + 4 = 18

Feb 2, 2020 5:56 pm
With a grimace, Ian described the route to the Legate's office. "It gets worse when ya get there. Knocked me flat on my ass, truth be told." He sits up, frowning at Doc, "How come yer immune, again?" An eyebrow arches on his face as he regards the cleric evenly, "Is that'a religious thing?"
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Feb 2, 2020 9:34 pm
MESS HALL
Zifu looked at Axu studiously. "If you wish to leave, I will not stop you. I know I would appreciate your assistance in finding the Legate's office, but I also understand your desire to reach safe ground."

She regarded everyone else in the room and bowed, hands together before her. "I do want to thank you for all that you've done, and wish you good fortune. Please look after each other."
Feb 3, 2020 5:47 am
Jauk still sitting on the now stacked tables partially listening for noise at the door while paying attention to the goings on looks over at Toyachek, "We staying or going Toyachek, I mean shouldn't something be done to set things straight?"
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Feb 3, 2020 8:00 pm
I still have no idea Doc replied Could be I guess
His eyes drift to his hilt where the mysterious kaphesh hung
I'll make my way there and hopefully make it back in one piece. I understand if no one else wants to tag along...If you're overrun while I'm gone, don't wait for me
Feb 3, 2020 9:09 pm
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Uh the Doc, Greta, Ian and Finn are all taking place upstairs yes/no?
Feb 6, 2020 1:21 am
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Yes
There was a muffled thud and crash in the distance, as if something large and stone hit the ground.
Feb 6, 2020 1:45 am
Doc raises an eyebrow. What was that?
He moves to get a better view of where the noise came from

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Perception if needed - (1d20+5)

(16) + 5 = 21

Guidance - (1d4)

(2) = 2

Feb 6, 2020 1:52 am
Greta hauls in Finn.

"Looks like ya missed the roof Dingus. " she mutters as she helps the halfling in
The window.

"No more flying for you."
Feb 6, 2020 5:43 am
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Finn was hauled in like a dead sulky fish.

"Nobody caught me." he grumbled.
Feb 6, 2020 11:46 pm
His eyes narrow, We should go now. It's coming from further within the fort.
Feb 7, 2020 12:11 am
INSIDE THE MESS HALL
Zifu waited patiently, watching Axu and the others. Certainly whatever her companions were up to outside, they were efficient and capable.
Feb 9, 2020 1:37 am
Doc hurries downstairs, taking the shield off of his back and sliding it onto his arm.
He turns to Xiao and Jauk You coming to the Legate Office with me? More than likely there'll be trouble
Feb 9, 2020 3:57 am
"You found the way?" said Zifu. She looked for the ladder to ascend to Doc's position. As she reached the upper level, she looked back at Axu, a wordless question on her lips. Instead, she gave the other woman an appreciative nod.
Feb 9, 2020 4:22 am
Jauk jumps off the table he much preferred action to sitting so anything right now was better. "Sure lead on."
Feb 9, 2020 5:59 am
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don't think I confidentiality know the layout but Doc will take Ian's directions gave
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Feb 10, 2020 4:40 pm
The large barbarian woman is visibly annoyed.

"What is the plan? Are we all now trying to climb up there and get to the Let Gate’s office? Because to tell the truth, I am thinking we need to forget that shit and get the fuck out of this place. But where? "
Feb 10, 2020 5:59 pm
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Is not Greta still upstairs as Doc just came down stairs before making his comment?

Also since Doc did not name names out loud it would appear IMO to have been directed at the five folk that are currently downstairs, Axu, Toyachek, Revulde, Xiao, and Jauk

Note Axu mentioned leaving but I did not see where she followed that up with action.

Meanwhile I believe Greta and Ian are still upstairs
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Feb 11, 2020 9:14 pm
Ian and Greta, and Finn are currently in the cluttered attic space, while everybody else was downstairs in the mess hall.

The sounds thin, boney material clattering against stone in great volume began to sound from the closed and barred door, along with a slight rumbling in the floor.

Axu pursed her lips. "I am going. Venna, Toyachek, are you coming with me?"


Venna nodded blankly, standing finally. She looked somewhat scared.

Toyachek shook his head. "I'll only be going with the majority of people. We need to stay together. I think you should stay too, Axu."


The rumbling was getting heavier, and the clattering louder.

Wind from outside whistled into the mess hall, setting the light sources fluttering, and bringing with it the smell of rot.
Feb 11, 2020 10:37 pm
Zifu looked at the cramped attic space. "Wait," she began. She looked suspiciously at the window. "Where is this path to the office?"
Feb 11, 2020 11:49 pm
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Okay waiting for Doc to lead ... is Xiao going up the ladder to the attic??
Feb 11, 2020 11:51 pm
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She has already ascended.
Feb 12, 2020 12:47 am
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Ah okay I missed that "she ascended to Doc's position" as Doc was/is downstairs not upstairs -- I guess that is what threw me
Feb 12, 2020 8:48 am
Sitting up a little higher, Ian grinned at Xiao and gave her a weak wave. "Way's clear ta the office. I got'the door open'n everythin' but whatever this bullshit is with'the moonlight, it got tons worse." He worked his jaw for a few moments, looking more and more irritated by the moment, "Honestly, it ain' a easy series'a maneuvers ta get there. If'n my legs didn' feel like jelly I'could manage it but . . ." He sighs and shrugs helplessly, "Such'a shame. I got'the fuckin' door open'n everythin'."
Feb 12, 2020 1:12 pm
Doc paces upstairs. Finally his frustration is brought to a boil and he swears.
If we all go it's a good bet that some of us will pass out before the door; and not all of us are as nimble as our lord over here he tilts a head towards Ian
This isn't a dictatorship though, what does everyone think? Risk curiosity or grab a boat and leave this forsaken place?
Feb 12, 2020 2:06 pm
If we go, let’s all go together. But nobody ..." she jerks her thumb at Ian "has given me a good reason to go to the Let-Gate’s office."
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Feb 12, 2020 4:03 pm
Zifu was clearly not comfortable with the idea of climbing walls and jumping across rooftops. "I... appreciate the unconventional method," she said. "However, in light of the hazardous conditions, I feel we should depart for safety."
Feb 12, 2020 4:34 pm
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Okay now Doc who came down the ladder and put his shield on -- is now pacing around upstairs -- Jauk is still downstairs waiting for Doc to lead the way as Doc had just put out a call to action while downstairs. I am simply going to assume Doc unslung his shield and climbed back up the ladder. As such we have:

Upstairs: Ian, Greta, Finn, Xiao, and Doc

Downstairs: Jauk, Toyachek, Axu, Venna, and Revulde -- monsters
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Feb 12, 2020 4:43 pm
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Yeah I didnt realizes lot of people were upstairs that's why I went back up 😂

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