Chapter 1: The Fall of Troy
Rolls
Stealth - (1d20+2)
(8) + 2 = 10
Stealth - (1d20+2)
(7) + 2 = 9
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
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.
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
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
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
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.
Rolls
Acrobatics - (D20+4)
(19) + 4 = 23
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...
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
Rolls
Kynigós (Power Attack) - Atk/Dam - (1d20+10, d8+15)
1d20+10 : (4) + 10 = 14
d8+15 : (7) + 15 = 22
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!"
Rolls
Perform Oratory - (1d20+10)
(5) + 10 = 15