Emergence Game Thread

Jul 26, 2017 12:45 pm

OOC:

Where are you all positioning yourselves?

Roll Stealth.

Jul 26, 2017 1:14 pm

I am squatting behind the largest boulder closest to the opening, with my back to the opening. I'm trusting to Rhiv or one of the other players to give me a signal, at which point I plan to spin around and surprise attack. My sabre is sheathed to hide the dull light.

OOC:

Do we get a surprise round if we succeed in an "ambush?"

OOC:

Bwaha

Last edited July 26, 2017 1:14 pm

Rolls

Stealth - (1d20+8)

(4) + 8 = 12

Rhiv Daardenrian

Yogurt Inactive forever!

Jul 26, 2017 2:39 pm

chrisdaly Inactive forever!

OOC:

so i think Harp is by the "ingress" hole, and the other 4 of us are by the "egress" hole. So he would be the first that their eyes would scan across as they turn to the left around the rubble

Rolls

stealth - (1d20)

(14) = 14

To'ot Singleton

Jul 26, 2017 3:56 pm

bahoust Inactive forever!

stealth

Rolls

stealth - (1d20+0)

(13) = 13

Therrien Se'Berron

Jul 27, 2017 12:12 am

Stealth

Rolls

Stealth - (1d20+3)

(11) + 3 = 14

Aug 2, 2017 7:53 pm

Each adventurer takes up a spot behind some rubble or in a tunnel and waits quietly.

After about 10 minutes of waiting in the dark, the faint flickering glow of the reflected light of a torch appears down the tunnel. It seems to be growing slowly but steadily brighter.

The torch bearer turns the corner, and the flame and it's wielder are in full view. A single figure wearing a dark robe and hood approaches the rubble behind which Harp is hiding.

OOC:

The cultist has just entered the map in the top left corner.

Rhiv Daardenrian

Yogurt Inactive forever!

Aug 2, 2017 10:53 pm

Rhiv casts divine sense.

OOC:

fiends, undead, etc.

Aug 2, 2017 11:18 pm

OOC:

you don't sense anything

Aug 3, 2017 1:25 am

I await the signal from my companions, at which point I will jump out with the intent of surprise, attempting to knock him out before he can shout for reinforcements.

OOC:

which means I want to use the hilt of my sword for bludgeoning damage (I think?)

OOC:

I think if I surprise this dude I get an additional round before he can react.

Rolls

Surprise Attack! - Ecuilageth (non-lethal) - (1d20+7)

(10) + 7 = 17

Damage - (1d8+4)

(8) + 4 = 12

Sneak Damage - (2d6)

(26) = 8

Aug 3, 2017 7:50 pm

Harper deftly sneaks up behind the figure and brings his sword up, preparing to deal a blow with its hilt.

As Harp brings the sword down, the figure hears something and turns, and Harp sees that she's a middle-aged human woman, maybe 35 years old. Her big brown eyes look only at the sword, and she prepares to scream, when the blow connects with her temple. She slumps to the ground unconscious.

Aug 4, 2017 12:43 am

I curse under my breath before she hits the ground. This was unexpected. Although, I am not entirely sure what I was expecting.

"Well - let's tie her up." I say with a resigned sigh, but quietly. "To'ot, watch the entrance to make sure we aren't ambushed."

I gag her as well, make sure her wound isn't bleeding, and then attempt to wake her with a splash of water to the face.

Aug 4, 2017 12:55 am

The water wakes her with and start and she inhales sharply. As soon as she gains her bearings she begins struggling against the bindings and trying to yell out, but the ropes and gag both hold.

Harp notices her eyes again. This time, there isn't fear or surprise, but rage.

Aug 4, 2017 1:51 am

Now that's a bit more like it. I crouch in front of her to ensure visibility of the hulking figures behind me. I engage my most disarming smile.

"There now - you might have a bit of a headache, so I wouldn't strain too much. I can offer you some water, if you promise not to cry out. But you see, my friends and I are in a bit of a bind. A blackening blight afflicts the farm of a friend of ours, and it is up to me to root out the source. Might you know anything about that?"

I pause a beat.

"Just so you know, we're in a dreadful hurry, having already endured quite a bit, so we're not in the cheeriest of moods if you can believe it. An untimely shout might just send this big fella over the edge, and he's a reputation for unspeakable things to get some peace and quiet."

I brandish a dagger, letting it drop, point-first, repeatedly from my hand into the soil below. After a moment, and quietly... "so - would you like some water?"

Rolls

Persuasion - (1d20+4)

(4) + 4 = 8

Persuasion Part Deux - (1d20+4)

(6) + 4 = 10

Aug 4, 2017 2:27 am

You see her face soften a bit, and she slowly stops struggling. Before long, she nods slowly.

Aug 4, 2017 2:43 am

I smile again, and use the dagger to cut loose her gag. I give her the water, and await her answer. While remaining ready to knock her out again if need be.

Rolls

Perception - to see how honest she is / her emotional state - (1d20+6)

(15) + 6 = 21

Aug 4, 2017 4:05 pm

OOC:

that'd be insight, but we'll keep the roll.

You do not think she has been persuaded by you.

The woman takes the cup in her bound hands and takes a long draught. Then, she sprays all the water in her mouth into Harp's face, and the fiery fury returns to her eyes.

Aug 4, 2017 6:42 pm

Ah, a return to form. I attempted to look at her unfazed as the water and spit slowly drips off my chin. Removing a finger or two crosses my mind, but she doesn't appear to care about our weapons.

"I say we knock her out again, and leave her. Maybe the ant-thing will find her. We must move, and be back to the river soon. Any objections?"

Aug 4, 2017 7:19 pm

"Yah," she speaks up in a thick northern accent, "you should run away like scared little shits of chickens. We are verging on the corner of a breakthrough that you will not desire to be around to witness." She cracks a threatening grin.

Just then, you hear a loud boom coming from the tunnel that leads down to the ant-creature's body.

The woman bursts into gleeful laughter.

Rhiv Daardenrian

Yogurt Inactive forever!

Aug 4, 2017 11:19 pm