Aug 14, 2024 5:41 am
Dufgal acts like he’s leaving but heads for the shadows.
Rolls
Dufgal: Hide in shadows (Agil) - (1d20+3)
(13) + 3 = 16
Dufgal: Initiative - (1d20+1)
(18) + 1 = 19
DCC DotSK: Act 1-3
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Aug 14, 2024 12:54 pm
"Much like the Jarl, you harangue your guests and call it hospitality." Anora says, keeping her eyes trained on the crone. Should the woman cease her advance, then Anora will make show of removing her grip on the sword. If not, she keeps her hand where it is.
Anora didn’t accept the behavior from the men who stink of the horses they ride, and she wouldn’t accept it from this woman who stinks of worse.
"Witness it?" Anora asks, taking an exaggerated look about the room. "I’d like to add to it! Pass me a jar! I believe there’s something stuck to the underside of my shoe. I must have trod through something’s dirt in the street…"
Anora didn’t accept the behavior from the men who stink of the horses they ride, and she wouldn’t accept it from this woman who stinks of worse.
"Witness it?" Anora asks, taking an exaggerated look about the room. "I’d like to add to it! Pass me a jar! I believe there’s something stuck to the underside of my shoe. I must have trod through something’s dirt in the street…"
Aug 14, 2024 10:56 pm
Ty peers into his coin purse with a disconsolate twist of the lips. What is the going rate to send an impoverished human child on a relatively simple errand? Extract of honeysuckle? Three lives of a beloved house cat? He has only these unimaginative bits of beaten metal that the humans chaffer about between themselves. If they were all melted down and cast into the statue of a naked Morgan Haverson, well then they might amount to something. But the humans just lay them up in locked chests, like clever squirrels.
"Young Tocs, I shall give you..." Coins clink through the elf's fingers. "...fully five? Of these pieces of copper, right now, should you venture in there and do as I've asked. And when you bring the skald to us in the yard, I shall add to them one moon-bright piece of silver. What say you to that?"
Surely that should be enough.
"Young Tocs, I shall give you..." Coins clink through the elf's fingers. "...fully five? Of these pieces of copper, right now, should you venture in there and do as I've asked. And when you bring the skald to us in the yard, I shall add to them one moon-bright piece of silver. What say you to that?"
Surely that should be enough.
The Mad Widow Ymae
Aug 15, 2024 1:27 am
The Mad Widow Ymae
Init Order: Dufgal, Aldric, Anora, Ymae
OOC:
Waiting on Aldric and Anora... are they basically waiting to see what Ymae is going to do? If they are, I'll just move Ymae ahead of them in the initiative order.Rolls
Initiative - (1d20)
(8) = 8
Aug 15, 2024 4:51 am
Aldric sees the situation careening toward violence. And to think, he was being so well behaved! Serves him right. He was so keen to find the Crone's answer, he suppressed his greatness, thinking she would be more willing, less intimidated. But this witch bitch needed putting in her fucking place!
" 'Ware yourself, Mad Widow! You think us not fit for your help? Then come test our motherfucking resolve!"
He raises his Pelagia-markes oar in the air and brings it crashing down as he calls upon the Bitch Queen's blessing! The oar crusts over in barnacles, Pelagia's symbol flares bright blue, and the air fills with the smell of a stormy sea.
" 'Ware yourself, Mad Widow! You think us not fit for your help? Then come test our motherfucking resolve!"
He raises his Pelagia-markes oar in the air and brings it crashing down as he calls upon the Bitch Queen's blessing! The oar crusts over in barnacles, Pelagia's symbol flares bright blue, and the air fills with the smell of a stormy sea.
OOC:
The spell check result of 19: The cleric receives a +2 bonus to all attack rolls, damage rolls, saving throws, skill checks, and spell checks for 1 turn.Last edited August 15, 2024 4:56 am
Rolls
casting blessing on oar - (1d20+1)
(18) + 1 = 19
Aug 15, 2024 10:23 am
Anora stands ready, a stern smirk on her face as Aldric garbles in his familiar way! The widow could get a taste of many a kinds of magick today, if she pushed her luck.
Aug 16, 2024 4:46 am
THE SIGN OF THE THREE RATS (TY AND MORGAN)
Morgan, having absolutely no concept of the positively scandalous thoughts running through Tyravasiel-Llir's head, looks hard at Wee Tocs, eventually placing her hands on her hips when she sees him hesitate, debating whether those coins would be enough for his trouble.
"It's a awful long way, alls the way up there," Tocs finally says in response, but he's getting up and working out a kink as he says it. "So tell you what, Master Ty, make that silver coin two and you 'ave yourself a deal. Five coppers, two silvers for your prize, then. Yeah?"
Haverson heaves a sigh ands shakes her head.
"For going up two flights of steps?! Don't pay him, Mister Ty. I can climb up, easy enough!"
Morgan, having absolutely no concept of the positively scandalous thoughts running through Tyravasiel-Llir's head, looks hard at Wee Tocs, eventually placing her hands on her hips when she sees him hesitate, debating whether those coins would be enough for his trouble.
Wee Tocs
Morgan Haverson
"For going up two flights of steps?! Don't pay him, Mister Ty. I can climb up, easy enough!"
The Mad Widow Ymae
Aug 16, 2024 5:38 am
INSIDE THE MAD WIDOW YMAE'S HUT (ALDRIC, ANORA, DUFGAL)
There's nary a sound from Dufgal as he darts out of the room, seemingly chased away by Ymae's howl and rising anger. He doesn't see Anora stand-to and protect him; doesn't see the two women come face to face, and the warble in the air between them as magical energies build inside the hut. The outraged crone is about to light into Anora one way or another -- with her words or her curses it's hard to tell -- when suddenly Aldric is pounding his oar and swearing, commanding attention. If he was ignored before, and if he most assuredly will be ignored again, he will not be ignored now!
But as Pelagia answers, as her frothy sway trickles into Ymae's home, smelling of salt air, dead urchins and rotten seaweed, the witch jabs a finger at the bearded man and growls out a counterspell, a nasty bit of magic intended to unmake his oar!
"Not here, Bitch of the Sea! Not in my sight!"
There's a whole neat procedure to follow and we'll do it one step at a time...
The Mad Widow Ymae
But as Pelagia answers, as her frothy sway trickles into Ymae's home, smelling of salt air, dead urchins and rotten seaweed, the witch jabs a finger at the bearded man and growls out a counterspell, a nasty bit of magic intended to unmake his oar!
"Not here, Bitch of the Sea! Not in my sight!"
OOC:
Well, this didn't go as expected, but we got there! SPELL DUEL! It just so happens to be Aldric and Ymae who trigger it! Here's what the book says on p98.Quote:
Spell duel resolution: A spell duel is where one spellcaster casts a spell that is countered by a second caster, and the two proceed to throw spells until one dominates.
The Mad Widow Ymae
Aug 16, 2024 5:55 am
The Mad Widow Ymae
ROUND 1
Init Order: Dufgal, Aldric, Anora, Ymae
OOC:
Aldric casts 'Blessing' and Ymae counterspells with 'Tear' -- this initiates a spell duel between them. Both duelists set their Momentum to 0 and Ymae rolls her spell check -- which we will compare to Aldric's result. (Not I'm going to be lenient with regards to which spell counters another, btw.)After this is all resolved, it will be Anora's turn. Give us a minute, Anora!
Okay -- so Aldric wins and increments this Momentum tracker to +1. Add this to future spellchecks in the duel, Aldric! Since Ymae failed her check, she loses the spell as Aldric's goes off normally!
Anora is up!
Rolls
Spellcheck for Tear - (1d20+3)
(4) + 3 = 7
Aug 17, 2024 12:37 am
"CEASE!" Anora commands, suddenly throwing her arms wide, even inside a tight space such as this!
She feels the magical energies whirling around the room, and raises her arms as if she was floating upon a wave of the stuff.
"You will observe the laws of hospitality!" the woman commands, for it was the witch biting her thumb at the customs that caused Anora to reach for her blade in surprise. Anora brings her hands together in a clap as she utters the last word, sending pink dust bursting towards the witch!
She feels the magical energies whirling around the room, and raises her arms as if she was floating upon a wave of the stuff.
"You will observe the laws of hospitality!" the woman commands, for it was the witch biting her thumb at the customs that caused Anora to reach for her blade in surprise. Anora brings her hands together in a clap as she utters the last word, sending pink dust bursting towards the witch!
Last edited August 17, 2024 12:39 am
Rolls
Charm Person - (1d20)
(20) = 20
Aug 17, 2024 2:07 am
One silver coin? Two? Ten? What does the number matter to Ty? No metal stamped by man will still the relentless progress of the elfin lady who pursues him. No, not if he were to shower her with silver for a month on end. He has enough and more to fill his belly, to rest his head, and to keep one step ahead of her while he seeks a prize truly worthy of her immortal wrath.
But he seems to deliberate, for the humans' sake.
"Two silvers, at the end," he concedes at last. "One when you deliver my man, and one when our interview safely concludes. I won't have you making side-wagers to sell us out after you've fulfilled your bare bargain with me." The elf fishes out five coppers, cups them in his palm, and holds them forward.
"Is it a deal between us, then, young Master Tocs?"
But he seems to deliberate, for the humans' sake.
"Two silvers, at the end," he concedes at last. "One when you deliver my man, and one when our interview safely concludes. I won't have you making side-wagers to sell us out after you've fulfilled your bare bargain with me." The elf fishes out five coppers, cups them in his palm, and holds them forward.
"Is it a deal between us, then, young Master Tocs?"
The Mad Widow Ymae
Aug 17, 2024 5:40 am
INSIDE THE MAD WIDOW YMAE'S HUT (ALDRIC, ANORA, DUFGAL)
Anora's commanding tones ring out inside that little, deceptively large hovel, and suddenly Ymae turns from where she is faced-off with Aldric and his mighty (and now blessed) oar. A look passes over the witch's features when the glittering dust sparkles in the air, and a smile slowly cracks her face, revealing a sticky, gummy, black-toothed grin that makes the strongest-stomached among the heroes shudder.
"You... vile... BITCH!" Ymae manages before a shudder shakes her to her core, flinging spit from her jowls and hairpins from her matted, steel-gray locks. Then, politely gesturing to a table against the wall no one had noticed before, she adds, still smiling eerily, "And it's lovely to have you visit. Please, sit. I'll brew you and your friends some tea!"
Elsewhere, Dufgal finds the nooks and crannies of the place quite confusing. Everything looks the same, and at once it all looks so different. A sound nearly makes the thief jump, and ahead on the ground between two tall stacks of books is the cat he tried to pat earlier. It's now purring, rubbing it's head on the edge of some map case, and eyeing the man in welcome fashion...
ROUND 2
Init Order: Dufgal, Aldric, Anora, Ymae
Dufgal, INT check vs. DC 12, please, to make sense of your environment... and not be lost in it.
The Mad Widow Ymae
"You... vile... BITCH!" Ymae manages before a shudder shakes her to her core, flinging spit from her jowls and hairpins from her matted, steel-gray locks. Then, politely gesturing to a table against the wall no one had noticed before, she adds, still smiling eerily, "And it's lovely to have you visit. Please, sit. I'll brew you and your friends some tea!"
Elsewhere, Dufgal finds the nooks and crannies of the place quite confusing. Everything looks the same, and at once it all looks so different. A sound nearly makes the thief jump, and ahead on the ground between two tall stacks of books is the cat he tried to pat earlier. It's now purring, rubbing it's head on the edge of some map case, and eyeing the man in welcome fashion...
ROUND 2
Init Order: Dufgal, Aldric, Anora, Ymae
OOC:
Top of the order. Dufgal is technically up first, but I think any of you can have at it. Your hostess now seems mild mannered!Dufgal, INT check vs. DC 12, please, to make sense of your environment... and not be lost in it.
Rolls
Will save - (1d20+3)
(16) + 3 = 19
Mystery Will Save - (1d20+2)
(14) + 2 = 16
Aug 17, 2024 6:56 am
Dufgal won’t make the same mistake twice. This time he plays the cat’s game and heavily ignores it. He does not ignore the map case though. He checks his cloak to see how well he could conceal this find and attempts to swipe it with a little misdirection.
As soon as the cat stops nuzzling the map case, he steps between it and the cat. In one hand he flashes his little hand mirror toward the cat, assuming that it will be mesmerized by seeing the image of another cat in front of it. The other hand curls its fingers around the case and folds it into his cloak.
As soon as the cat stops nuzzling the map case, he steps between it and the cat. In one hand he flashes his little hand mirror toward the cat, assuming that it will be mesmerized by seeing the image of another cat in front of it. The other hand curls its fingers around the case and folds it into his cloak.
OOC:
Burning 2 Luck to make that a bit more likely to succeed. OOC:
Sweet! Now that is a 15Last edited August 17, 2024 7:00 am
Rolls
Bearings - (1d20)
(15) = 15
Dufgal: Pick pocket - (1d20+4)
(5) + 4 = 9
Thieves’ Luck die - (2d3)
(33) = 6
Aug 17, 2024 6:58 am
THE SIGN OF THE THREE RATS (TY AND MORGAN)
A quick nod is all Wee Tocs offers as he comes forward, collects his copper, and makes for the side door of the ramshackle inn. While they wait, Oleen the Imp, swings their legs and chews some horrific country chew. Likely a pig part of some kind.
"You're funny lookin'," the waif says to Ty before spitting out a load of whatever it is they're chewing. But it's not the mealy-mouhted teen that Ty's unblind eyes see, it's the face in the window on the top floor of the inn. It's gone as soon as it appears, but there's no mistaking who it was, and who she was looking for.
Wee Tocs
"You're funny lookin'," the waif says to Ty before spitting out a load of whatever it is they're chewing. But it's not the mealy-mouhted teen that Ty's unblind eyes see, it's the face in the window on the top floor of the inn. It's gone as soon as it appears, but there's no mistaking who it was, and who she was looking for.
OOC:
Why this mean elf lady you're running from!Aug 17, 2024 5:42 pm
OOC:
Ahem. Was the Elf Lady in the window looking at Ty, or just looking out the window? Does he think that she's seen him?Last edited August 17, 2024 5:42 pm
Aug 17, 2024 11:04 pm
OOC:
Ty, it was just a glimpse, there and gone in an eyeblink. It almost looked more like a reflection than someone on the inside looking out, and it's hard to tell if she was looking in your general direction or straight at you.Aug 17, 2024 11:25 pm
INSIDE THE MAD WIDOW YMAE'S HUT (ALDRIC, ANORA, DUFGAL)
Dufgal eyes the cat, then the map case as he retrieves his mirror. Presenting it to the feline, he hopes to distract the little beast so he can abscond with the maps, but he's startled when the cat yowls, leaps back like it's been burned, and scrambles away -- a blur of fur and too many legs. Some of which looked like... insect limbs?
Suddenly alone in the stacks, the thief retrieves the large folio unseen, tucking it away for safe keeping.
Dufgal eyes the cat, then the map case as he retrieves his mirror. Presenting it to the feline, he hopes to distract the little beast so he can abscond with the maps, but he's startled when the cat yowls, leaps back like it's been burned, and scrambles away -- a blur of fur and too many legs. Some of which looked like... insect limbs?
Suddenly alone in the stacks, the thief retrieves the large folio unseen, tucking it away for safe keeping.
Aug 18, 2024 5:47 am
For a moment, Anora thinks the spell won’t take, as the witch spits venom. A moment later, and Anora is painting a friendly face on to match Ymae’s!
"Oh, please don’t trouble yourself on our account, Ymae. Aldric here is particular about his liquids, you remember!" she says, waving a hand over to the cleric.
"We came to speak about this business with the Hound, and what might be done about it!"
"Oh, please don’t trouble yourself on our account, Ymae. Aldric here is particular about his liquids, you remember!" she says, waving a hand over to the cleric.
"We came to speak about this business with the Hound, and what might be done about it!"
Last edited August 18, 2024 5:48 am
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