Mar 16, 2023 8:51 pm
OOC:
Heh. Post ninjas. But that's a lot of talking. 2 stealth checks please, Tiwaz. Not disadvantage, just 2 checks.Chapter 1: The Fall of Troy
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Mar 16, 2023 9:14 pm
OOC:
Free actions arent free, love it.Rolls
Stealth - (1d20+2)
(8) + 2 = 10
Stealth - (1d20+2)
(7) + 2 = 9
Mar 16, 2023 9:15 pm
OOC:
I mean, normally talking is a free action, but stealth is of the essence right now. 
Mar 16, 2023 11:53 pm
The amazon goes pale as her Queens voice reaches her ears. It was not possible, yet she could not deny the voice. The offer of home.
The war was a fight of the gods, Achilles had the ability to turn blades.. Was it not possible some blessing had led to their Queen returning?
At the back of her mind there is doubt as Nikias. So close. What would Artemis think if she gave up on their victory, their quarry is a sense, now, after 10 years..
But to go home. To seek forgivness from Penislthea..let these men finish their war...
'I will go. If it is not trick we will call. If it is... I will make them regret it.' Iantha whispers to her sister in arms before standing, her intent to get to thr door clear whether the men were willing to part or not.
She had to see her Queen, to see if she was real, if all could be forgiven.
The war was a fight of the gods, Achilles had the ability to turn blades.. Was it not possible some blessing had led to their Queen returning?
At the back of her mind there is doubt as Nikias. So close. What would Artemis think if she gave up on their victory, their quarry is a sense, now, after 10 years..
But to go home. To seek forgivness from Penislthea..let these men finish their war...
'I will go. If it is not trick we will call. If it is... I will make them regret it.' Iantha whispers to her sister in arms before standing, her intent to get to thr door clear whether the men were willing to part or not.
She had to see her Queen, to see if she was real, if all could be forgiven.
Rolls
Strength - (1d20+5)
(1) + 5 = 6
Stealth - (D20-2)
(8) - 2 = 6
Mar 19, 2023 9:29 pm
knock ~ knock ~ knock
Listen, we can do this one of two ways.
You hear Menelaus gasp. Helen!
Either I let Sinon release you, but I never have to see your faces again. Or I light this thing up myself to give the Trojans a fair fight and take my chances with the wrath of the gods. Maybe Ares will grant me a favor for keeping things interesting.
Helen… Menelaus’ voice dribbles off as the kings conspire. Finally, he speaks up again. We accept.
Swear on it. - No! Make your beloved mastermind swear on it. It's his fault you all got dragged out here.
There’s a long, awkward silence, then Odysseus speaks up.
I swear on the verdant shores of my home. On the smile of my beautiful Penelope. On the promise of the son I barely know. That we will not interfere with your escape.
There’s no response. You think you hear the women whispering.
May the gods bless you and keep you, Helen calls. Far away from me.
And a few moments later, Sinon’s head pops up into the belly of the horse. The soldiers spill into the courtyard, ready to burn and pillage whatever strikes their fancy. Orders from the kings are simple: This is your last day here. Make it count.
Listen, we can do this one of two ways.
You hear Menelaus gasp. Helen!
Either I let Sinon release you, but I never have to see your faces again. Or I light this thing up myself to give the Trojans a fair fight and take my chances with the wrath of the gods. Maybe Ares will grant me a favor for keeping things interesting.
Helen… Menelaus’ voice dribbles off as the kings conspire. Finally, he speaks up again. We accept.
Swear on it. - No! Make your beloved mastermind swear on it. It's his fault you all got dragged out here.
There’s a long, awkward silence, then Odysseus speaks up.
I swear on the verdant shores of my home. On the smile of my beautiful Penelope. On the promise of the son I barely know. That we will not interfere with your escape.
There’s no response. You think you hear the women whispering.
May the gods bless you and keep you, Helen calls. Far away from me.
And a few moments later, Sinon’s head pops up into the belly of the horse. The soldiers spill into the courtyard, ready to burn and pillage whatever strikes their fancy. Orders from the kings are simple: This is your last day here. Make it count.
OOC:
Thank you for your patience! Starting the story with canon events was a weird move for me, so I appreciate you guys running with it. Things open up notably now. You can sense motive on Helen or the soldiers, help wipe out the barracks, loot supplies, loot treasure, commit some friendly neighborhood arson, stare at the sea wistfully until it's all over, pretty much anything. I will have small encounters along the way depending on what you choose. I haven't forgotten about the religion rolls, and I'll be posting a map shortly. Mar 19, 2023 10:30 pm
Tiwaz upon seeing the barracks and bountiful plunder beyond charges immediately to the nearest brazier to the barracks, grasps the hot metal in gloved hands he doesn't miss a step as he leaps high into the air and hurls the brazier into the thickest crowd of tents. It was time to cut loose, ten long years of frustration was about to be let out in a single night. Arson seemed to him the best way to set off the party.
Rolls
Ranged attack-4 improvised weapon +2 Charging - (1d20+5)
(14) + 5 = 19
Acrobatics (-4 if the brazier is over 100lbs) - (1d20+19)
(8) + 19 = 27
Mar 20, 2023 1:18 am
Nikias leads his men out from the belly of the wooden contraption and gathers them together. "MEN!" he shouts, "Our spears to the barracks door - the enemy will attempt to flee, unaware of what is falling up on them and their city. We will make short work of them and celebrate in great fashion thereafter!" He leads them to charge towards the barracks where he will take a prominent position in front of the phalanx to strike down any enemy that comes forth.
Mar 20, 2023 10:52 pm
Nikias and his men hold their attack, ready for certain violence.
If the enemy if flat-footed for any reason, add 1d6 sneak attack dmg
If the shield bash hits, he gets a free bulrush maneuver against the enemy, using the result of the attack as the maneuver roll
OOC:
Readying Studied Target if able - this will add +2 to attack and damage on the attack (not factored into the below rolls).If the enemy if flat-footed for any reason, add 1d6 sneak attack dmg
If the shield bash hits, he gets a free bulrush maneuver against the enemy, using the result of the attack as the maneuver roll
Last edited March 20, 2023 10:55 pm
Rolls
+1 Longsword TWF - Atk/Dam + Power Attack - (1d20+5, 1d8+8)
1d20+5 : (20) + 5 = 25
1d8+8 : (3) + 8 = 11
Bashing Heavy Steel Shield TWF - Atk/Dam + Power Attack - (1d20+3, 1d8+7)
1d20+3 : (12) + 3 = 15
1d8+7 : (6) + 7 = 13
Confirm Crit w/ Longsword - (1d20+5, 1d8+8)
1d20+5 : (9) + 5 = 14
1d8+8 : (3) + 8 = 11
Mar 20, 2023 11:05 pm
The knocking cuts through Ianthe's reverie, and she stops trying to maneu er to the horse and get past the other soldiers back in reality.
As the conversation occurs a look of anger cross on her face. This Helen, was she the one impersonating the queen? Anger seethe in the warrior but she still can't get past. Not everyone starts surging out at once, and by then the deal is struck, she's to be left alone.
As the men surge off to riot she drops out of the horse and looks across the soon to be destroy city. A trick it may have been but to hear the voice of her Queen so close to victory... Was this all worth it. What would the reception be like back home?
But it was not as if they could stop it now. With or with Iantha the city was at least gling to be several damaged.
'Let's finish this' She nods to Chryseis and starts to head after Nikias. The quarry had alluded them for 10 years. Now was the time for the final blow.
As the conversation occurs a look of anger cross on her face. This Helen, was she the one impersonating the queen? Anger seethe in the warrior but she still can't get past. Not everyone starts surging out at once, and by then the deal is struck, she's to be left alone.
As the men surge off to riot she drops out of the horse and looks across the soon to be destroy city. A trick it may have been but to hear the voice of her Queen so close to victory... Was this all worth it. What would the reception be like back home?
But it was not as if they could stop it now. With or with Iantha the city was at least gling to be several damaged.
'Let's finish this' She nods to Chryseis and starts to head after Nikias. The quarry had alluded them for 10 years. Now was the time for the final blow.
Mar 21, 2023 1:28 am
OOC:
Iantha when given the opportunity will you be attacking a person or a thing (like to knock something over)? Either way, please add a roll. 
Mar 21, 2023 1:49 am
"Well, that didn't take long" Like any good scout he'd push far forward of the lines with his destination clear in his head, heedless of the high men and their politics. Dropping lightly from the trap door his eyes would take in a forming phalanx, smoke already rising, and the inner walls of Troy. "There, the gate" the inner doors would have to be flung open to allow defenders to sally out if there was any hope of saving the city from the sword or fire. And his goal lay beyond... but of course he had to get through the melee first.
Last edited March 21, 2023 1:49 am
Rolls
Acrobatics - (D20+4)
(19) + 4 = 23
Mar 21, 2023 4:39 pm
The Luwian leaps through the air, and the crash of the brazier is met with the startled shouts of half-awake men. They spill from the tents in poorly-armored droves, faces pale at the sight of the phalanx, illuminated in sinister flashes of light and shadow by the resulting fire.
The first line of men doesn't stand a chance. In the resulting chaos, confident in his men's ability, Nikias rushes forward, knocking into the captain with the full force of his blade. The man staggers and spits blood from his mouth.
Death before slavery, he hisses, But not without a worthy fight! With wobbly legs he picks up his sword and swings at Nikias.
Fueled by their rage, Iantha and Chryseis see little more than a field ready for harvest, the confirmation of their queen's death stinging like a reopened wound. But regardless of the side they fought on, the sisters took to the hunt under the wing of Artemis, and there is honor is fulfiling it.
Many men take a more chaotic angle on the looting, focusing on the spoils of war, beating and slashing at those who dare stand in their way. But focused more on the temple, Kouru dashes through the crowd. He finds himself in the upper city, on the frontline of the charge to the sacred space, alongside several others. He doesn't have time to identify them all, but to his left he notices the stout Ajax - the lesser one, though the man has been frustrated at the name after the death of the Greater.
As for Nikias, this is what makes the aging soldier feel young. His blade sings in prayer to Athena. And yet...
The first line of men doesn't stand a chance. In the resulting chaos, confident in his men's ability, Nikias rushes forward, knocking into the captain with the full force of his blade. The man staggers and spits blood from his mouth.
Death before slavery, he hisses, But not without a worthy fight! With wobbly legs he picks up his sword and swings at Nikias.
Fueled by their rage, Iantha and Chryseis see little more than a field ready for harvest, the confirmation of their queen's death stinging like a reopened wound. But regardless of the side they fought on, the sisters took to the hunt under the wing of Artemis, and there is honor is fulfiling it.
Many men take a more chaotic angle on the looting, focusing on the spoils of war, beating and slashing at those who dare stand in their way. But focused more on the temple, Kouru dashes through the crowd. He finds himself in the upper city, on the frontline of the charge to the sacred space, alongside several others. He doesn't have time to identify them all, but to his left he notices the stout Ajax - the lesser one, though the man has been frustrated at the name after the death of the Greater.
As for Nikias, this is what makes the aging soldier feel young. His blade sings in prayer to Athena. And yet...
[ +- ] Divine Intervention - Nikias
Normally he'd avoid distractions, but the glint of Agamemnon's armor catches his eye. In pursuit is a young spritely lad the king barely seems to notice. He follows as if walking on the wind, and despite his youth bears an expression of tension and subdued rage.
Horkos. Daemon of broken oaths, waiting to strike those who offend him.
Agamemon is going after Helen.
Horkos. Daemon of broken oaths, waiting to strike those who offend him.
Agamemon is going after Helen.
Rolls
Attack on Nikias - (1d20+8)
(19) + 8 = 27
Damage - (1d8+2)
(6) + 2 = 8
Mar 21, 2023 4:55 pm
Iantha's focuses she sees, including the ones pouring out the barracks, keeping them off the greek soldiers working on buildings. Anyone clearly not a soldier however she will ignore and let run.
Last edited March 21, 2023 4:56 pm
Rolls
Kynigós (Power Attack) - Atk/Dam - (1d20+10, d8+15)
1d20+10 : (4) + 10 = 14
d8+15 : (7) + 15 = 22
Mar 21, 2023 7:30 pm
Tiwaz dusts his hands off cooling them after doing what he thought was best to hinder the Trojan forces in barracks and dashes up to the temple seeking to build glory to his name in fighting a champion.
Through mighty leaps and bounds Tiwaz ascends before the Paladium, having grabbed a standard he burned it in plain view his mighty voice carrying out even over the clash and din of bloodshed. He waved the burning banner overhead creating a lightshow.
"Take heed mighty men of Troy!
A swarm of locusts has descended.
No man will survive this day!
We bleed you til this warlighthouse.
I am Sun Seeker Tiwaz!
The Son of None!
Twice cursed by Apollo!
Here I stand, to face your Valor.
Send a champion to me in this your final hour!"
Through mighty leaps and bounds Tiwaz ascends before the Paladium, having grabbed a standard he burned it in plain view his mighty voice carrying out even over the clash and din of bloodshed. He waved the burning banner overhead creating a lightshow.
"Take heed mighty men of Troy!
A swarm of locusts has descended.
No man will survive this day!
We bleed you til this warlighthouse.
I am Sun Seeker Tiwaz!
The Son of None!
Twice cursed by Apollo!
Here I stand, to face your Valor.
Send a champion to me in this your final hour!"
Last edited March 21, 2023 8:47 pm
Rolls
Perform Oratory - (1d20+10)
(5) + 10 = 15
Mar 21, 2023 8:18 pm
OOC:
It takes one round to get to the temple if you pass an athletics / acrobatics check, but I'll save your Oratory roll for when you get there. You'll arrive one round after Kouru and Ajax.load next