Gameplay Thread

Dec 12, 2017 6:09 pm
Each of you have been hired by Cyrus, known to some as 'the Spider', a notorious fixer and fence, to steal the Lord Othorion's prized orb. He has summoned all of you to a meeting at the back room of a seedy tavern.

Please post a brief story or explanation of the circumstances that led to your character accepting this job.
Dec 15, 2017 2:42 am
Davrick the halfling has been trying for years to prove himself to his thieves guild that he has what it takes but is always given jobs that are seen as jokes and beneath even the most unskilled rogues. After being given his last one and realizing that he would have to prove himself outside of the guild to get any recognition he sought out the best job he could find and thought that stealing Lord Othorion's Prized orb would hopefully make the guild master take notice of him.
Dec 15, 2017 3:24 am
Mantra sits in a grimy bar in a poor district of some far off city, a crowd of peasant onlookers reveling as he finishes one of his fantastic stories. ....and that, my friends, is how I lost my left ring finger. The crowd isn't satisfied, despite this being the 5th story he's told, and they demand another to sate their sleep-starved, mead-muddled minds. Alright, Alright, let me think.... I do have one more for you, with a noble, a party, and me, along with some dudes I didn't really know. We were hired to steal a magic orb. It went like this: I had only been traveling for a few months when I came across this city that was home to a noble named Othorion. Now, at the time, I had already earned some renown about my musical and magical ability, so of course I caught the eye of some dude named Splinter, or something like that. So, while I was playing a gig at a local gin-joint (a usual three day deal with a bit of surprise borrowing on the side), a goblin in a tux came up to me and told me he was with Splinter and wanted to give me a job. I am always up for some extra cash so, once he explained the payout, I had to accept. The following morning, I met up in a tavern with a bunch of other jokers. That's where things got interesting......
Dec 15, 2017 6:52 am
Whistling jauntily, i enter the tavern as directed. Sitting at tables are a sorry looking bunch of customers. It is nice to be able to relax and enjoy a night on the town, with no simpering fools pandering to my every whim, or hearing naught but platitudes and expected answers. I MIGHT even get to have a tavern brawl, oh the joy. But first i had better find this crawling dry land menace and get the details of his job. While i care nothing for the orb, i do care asbout making this particular "lord" miserable and with any luck even dead. That seems just, considering hestole my one true love.
My beautiful serving Lady, may i pleasure you for a drink and a fine meal? Then maybe some company and a intimate conversation

Rolls

Persuasion check on the barmaid - (1d20+2)

(11) + 2 = 13

Dec 15, 2017 11:22 am
Darkness covered the alleyway like a blanket, and the entry to The Faithful Friend was barely visible. The tavern's sign was shrouded in blackness above the door. A large face leaned in close enough to read it. "Da fate full..." he scratched his head and blinked one eye while peering at the last word. "Friend! This is it." His large mouth parted to reveal a smile as he successfully read the sign.

Momo was massively proportioned in ignorance and in physique. He stood nearly seven feet tall and weighed over four hundred pounds. He possessed an abundance of size and strength thanks to his half-orc heritage, which was also the culprit for his sweeping stupidity.

As he pressed his oversized hand to the tavern door, he pushed it with a delicate touch. The great room inside was poorly lit and bounced around the room creating more shadow than light. The floorboards creaked mightly under the stress of each of Momo's footsteps as he walked toward the counter. "Hello. I am Momo." He extended his hand, but the barkeep did not shake it. Instead, he stood staring at Momo with his mouth agape. Momo stood silently staring back until the barkeep pointed toward a hallway to Momo's left.

"Thank you," Momo said as he bowed his head slightly. "Cyrus told me I would meet some new friends and go on an adventure. I hope it's true." Momo then made his way to the back of the tavern where he was instructed to be tonight.
Dec 15, 2017 11:28 am
Well, that is unexpected, as a lumbering hulk wanders in booming his greetings loudly to all and sundry.
Hello my loud friend, may you have as good a night as i plan to.
Noting where Momo goes, think to myself if things go badly with the barmaid i know where to go
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Rolls

persuasion - (1d20+2)

(1) + 2 = 3

Dec 15, 2017 1:21 pm
OOC:
Thanks everyone for those character intros, I'm getting a good sense of the different personalities straight away. Everyone gets a +2 bonus to their next d20 roll.

To set the scene, Petrev is inside the tavern, charming the barmaid. Momo has just arrived, drawing stares from everyone in the place as he heads toward the back room. Davrick and Mantra can be inside the tavern already, or about to arrive (their choice). It is late evening, about five minutes before the time scheduled to meet with Cyrus.
The barmaid, an attractive young woman, blushes and smiles winsomely at Petrev. 'So well-spoken! And so handsome! You, my friend, must be an adventurer. Food and drink are on the house for adventurers, so long as they have stories to share.' She says with a wink. The girl pours Petrev a tankard of ale, looking away briefly, and Petrev catches her exchanging a look with the barkeep, who nods almost imperceptibly toward Momo. She rubs her lips thoughtfully for a moment before turning back to Petrev with a smile. 'Here you go!' she says, handing him the drink.
Dec 15, 2017 6:02 pm
All of a sudden, the ground tremors and the candles dim to just a brief flicker only to rise again emmensely in size and heat when the door to the tavern flies open due to some indecernable force. A tall figure with red skin, a tail, and large, upright horns strides through the door, playing a discordant lick on the lute between his hands. Somebody say adventurer? he says, winking at the barmaid.
OOC:
I am doing all of these magical effect via the Thaumaturgy spell which I receive for being a Tiefling. I will, however, roll a performance check to see how well this is pulled off.
OOC:
Edit: I think I have successfully stolen Petrev's thunder.
Last edited December 15, 2017 6:10 pm

Rolls

Performance - (1d20+5)

(19) + 5 = 24

Dec 15, 2017 7:54 pm
I start to laugh, never liking to be outdone, i am a realist at heart, and that my friends has won away my chances of a new bedmate. How am i going to beat a tail.
Well, my red skinned friend, that was a mighty grand entrance, let me grab you a drink, and then we can head to our meeting. Then you can abed the barmaid while i start a tavern brawl.
BARMAID, get our friend here a drink and point us in the direction of your Master.
Dec 15, 2017 8:07 pm
Mm, classy. I will accept your drink, friend. While his back is turned, Mantra looks at the barmaid, gestures with his thumb at Patrev, and does an exaggerated eye roll.
Dec 16, 2017 2:33 am
The teiflings derision is noted. Why O why, must someone always spoil my nights on the town, well there is still time for a good brawl
Good, glad to hear it.
Barmaid, get my young goblin friend, here, a warm glass of goats milk, and perhaps a nice cookie to go with it.

Flipping her a wink, and glance at the teiflings tail, i comment
With a tail that long, he must be compensating for something
With that i wander off down the hall to the meeting with The Spider
Dec 16, 2017 3:39 am
The tiefling chuckles as he yells down the hallway Good one!. He then tosses the barmaid a silver and says Gin please as the tavern door slams shut on it's own. He makes his way down the hallway but not without giving the barmaid the signature over-the-shoulder-as-you're-walking-away glance.
Dec 16, 2017 4:21 am
The sound of my chuckling follows me down the hall, as the Teifling gets his drink.
Dec 16, 2017 2:14 pm
As Momo proceeds through the common room, he finds a walking armoury in the form of a barrel-chested dwarf standing outside a heavily-reinforced door. One eyebrow raised, the dwarf sizes up the hulking half-orc before spitting a mouthful of chewing tobacco onto the floor. 'Name and business,' he says.

Petrev sees the above and realises the door must be the entrance to Cyrus' office.

At Mantra's entrance, the barmaid turns pale and claps both hands to her chest as if stricken speechless. As Mantra and Petrev begin to banter, she regains her composure. 'Goats' milk! Milord is a wizard, that won't do! He'll turn us both into something horrible!' she chides Petrev. She looks confused for a moment before her face lights in recognition. 'Our best liquor, the top shelf stuff, that's what we give wizards,' she says, a little slowly, as if reciting a lesson. She turns and makes a show of reaching on tip-toes for the gin before pouring a glass for Mantra. 'For you, milord, our very best!' she beams.
Dec 16, 2017 2:19 pm
Momo smiles and waves at the little person in front of him. "Hello. I am Momo. I don't own a business, but I like this place. Maybe I can buy it one day."
Dec 16, 2017 2:28 pm
As i make my way down the hall i hear two things. In front of me i see a burly dwarf ask for the walking mountains name and business. I had best get that sorted. Behind me i hear the Barmaid pandering to the teifling about being a wizard. Well no helping with that, now. As i get to the dwarf.
I give my name and state my business

Hello my burly friend, i'm here by request and not of yours. Best be telling your master, that Petrev is here as requested.

Rolls

Intimidation of the dwarf, to set the boundaries of our interaction - (1d20+4)

(14) + 4 = 18

Persuasion of the dwarf, to do what his better says - (1d20+2)

(18) + 2 = 20

Dec 16, 2017 3:04 pm
Taking the drink, Mantra smiles warmly You don't need to be so scared or so formal. I'm just a guy. The warm smile goes as quickly as it came and is replaced by a sly grin as he hears the dwarf demand. My name is Mantra and I'm here to kick ass he states as he approaches the guarded door.
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Dec 16, 2017 5:11 pm
The dwarf glowers and sighs a world-weary, I-don't-get-paid-enough-for-this sigh. He raps heavily on the door twice, opens it and waves you off before disappearing inside. He reappears a few moments later. 'Boss says come in,' he says gruffly.

Inside, seated at a large wooden table is Cyrus, the Spider, a lean, graying man with a resting sneer and eyes that glitter with devious malice.

He is facing the door, with a ledger open on the table in front of him. A large, iron-banded chest sits on the floor beside his chair. Davrick, thanks to his short stature, catches a glimpse of a small crossbow attached to the underside of the table. Cyrus' foot appears to rest lightly on a trigger-line.

'Welcome, gents,' he says. 'Let's get down to business, shall we? Here's the deal: you take your sorry selves to Taylor, the tailor, tell her Cyrus sent you, and she'll garb you up for a party – the kind of gear worn by the respectable people you dream of being. Then you take yourselves down to Othorion Manor, and whilst that fat cat Othorion is throwing his 'I'm the richest person in this district, so you can all pucker up and kiss my arsehole' party, you lot creep in like the pack of gutter-rats you really are, filch his precious orb and deliver it here to me, and the lot of you will find yourselves a hundred shining golden sovereigns richer.

Now if you had half a brain between you, which you don't or you wouldn't be in this business – which is why I'm explaining this to you – you'd realise no-one with visible arms or amour is going to make it past the guards. You might also think it a good idea to mingle, case the place, check out the exits, and perhaps think of a way to replace the orb or cause a distraction. And of course, since the orb is one of Othorion's favourite pieces, it will be on prominent display during the party – and also heavily guarded.


Cyrus reaches into a pocket of his cloak and draws out four paper tickets, which he throws on the edge of the table. 'These will get you into the party. I strongly advise that you do NOT lose them. Now unless I've failed to make everything clear, the night is young (unlike myself) and we all have much to do – so kindly fuck off and get to work.
OOC:
wishidbeen, jump in whenever you are ready. I will assume Davrick caught up with the party. I am going to keep moving fairly quickly for now, through this introductory stuff. You are all doing a great job, I'm really enjoying the posts.
Dec 16, 2017 6:12 pm
Is being a jackass part of your job or is that for fun? Mantra says as he sits down and props his feet onto the table. Forgive me, jackass, but you don't sound like you just want money from this. Anyone with half a brain can tell you have a bone to pick.
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Dec 16, 2017 6:27 pm
Momo raises his hand waiting to be recognized. When the group asks him what he needs, he replies to Cyrus. "You're not very nice."
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Dec 16, 2017 8:51 pm
As much as it pains me to agree with my little Kobold friend here, you asked us to help YOU. So how about you be a little bit nicer and a lot more forth coming with the right sort of information.
Starting with, why this public display of humiliation, rather than a nice sneak and steal?

Rolls

Intimidation for more answers - (1d20+4)

(16) + 4 = 20

Dec 17, 2017 3:37 am
'You're right, sunshine, I am not very fucking nice,' Cyrus says to Momo. 'Because being nice encourages people to think they can bend you over and fuck you whenever they please.'

'As for you,' he continues, turning to Petrev. 'take that bass out of your voice before you hurt yourself. I don't care how you get the orb, so long as you get it and bring it back to me. The party just so happens to be the best opportunity to grab the thing you'll ever have, seeing as you can get in the house and move around unmolested, and the thing will be on display rather than in Othorion's bloody vault.'

Cyrus glares at Mantra. 'The crimson-backed spider's venom necrotises flesh with unbelievable speed. In his famed study of death, the necromancer Elbraltar named it the third-most painful way to perish. There's a crossbow bolt slathered in the stuff pointed straight at your bollocks, so kindly un-invite yourself from my table or I'll rot your fucking balls off! When I throw a dog a bone, I don't explain to the bitch where it came from. The contract between myself and the client is confidential, and all you need to know on that regard is that payment is guaran-fucking-teed, which is why my reputation precedes me. You do the job, and I'll make you richer than you've ever been in your pathetic bloody lives.

You hear a distinct cough behind you. Hearing the raised voices, the dwarf has opened the door and holds it open in one hand, his other hand resting on the haft of an axe. 'Sounds like we're all done in here, boss?' he asks.

'I'd about say so, Errol. Fetch me a cup of tea after our guests leave, would you?' Cyrus replies.
Dec 17, 2017 3:49 am
Well as our large friend here pointed out, you arent very nice. But i can live with that, but if you have kept shit from us that gets US hurt, that bass in my voice will be firmly lodged in your ass and pipsqueak and his teeny tiny crossbow, wont fucking help you.
But since we are all adults here, we shall be about our business

Wanders out of the room, patting the top of the dwarfs head on the way out.
Would you like some milk and cookies as well, now mummy has let you go?
Whistling merrily i wander back up the hallway
Dec 17, 2017 3:54 am
While being an asshole doesn't encourage people to fuck you over, it definitely makes people want to. See ya around, Splinter. Mantra says, going back around to the front of the tavern. He gestures toward the rest of the party. As for you jokers, let's discuss battle plans because this dickhead has decided to be totally unhelpful.
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Dec 17, 2017 4:36 am
Well, that actually went pretty well. That syphlitic old turd at least let us know he can't be trusted and will dump us in the shit at the first sign of trouble.
I dont suppose anyone knows much about this Lord?
Dec 17, 2017 4:52 am
Let me see if I can recall anything.......yeah, nothing.
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Rolls

History Check (Intelligence) - (1d20+2)

(6) + 2 = 8

Dec 17, 2017 4:59 am
As the party exits the office, Cyrus calls out after you, 'Speaking of being nice and getting bent over, I hope none of you were stupid enough to fall for Ella's "adventurer" spiel.'

Mantra and Petrev feel their stomachs churn and a sudden heaviness spreads through their limbs. At Cyrus' words, they immediately think of the drinks they received from the barmaid.

Three burly humans make their way through the common room toward the party, cudgels in hand.'Hey friends,' one says in a voice connoting anything but friendliness. 'You haven't paid for your drinks. That'll be twenty gold sovereigns, and we need it now.' The general banter in the tavern ceases as the other patrons quickly clear out of the way.
OOC:
Petrev and Mantra, please make Constitution saving throws.

I've made a thread in the OOC forum as place to discuss thoughts and plans for stealing the orb, if you'd like to do so, here:
https://gamersplane.com/forums/thread/7125/
Dec 17, 2017 5:05 am
Me either, maybe its time to play up to the lovely lass at the Bar. You've got the tail, and you're a Wizzarrrddd. So go do your thing, while i relax over a tasty rum.
I retire to a corner table with my Rum, Lime and Butter and start to go through my recolections of the man, who stole the girl i loved from me.
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Rolls

History check. - (1d20-1)

(9) - 1 = 8

Dec 17, 2017 5:15 am
What kind of shit is this? And I did pay for my drink! Mantra says, clutching his stomach.
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Rolls

Con save - (1d20+1)

(2) + 1 = 3

Dec 17, 2017 5:20 am
Well, since i didnt get to play with the Barmaid, i might still get the second thing on my list a brawl.

Rolls

Con sv - (1d20+1)

(13) + 1 = 14

Dec 17, 2017 5:27 am
The heavily-spiced gin Mantra drank had set his tongue tingling – but the feeling has subtly grown stronger, numbing his jaw to the point he has trouble speaking. His brain feels clouded, and forming thoughts requires great effort, as if wading through neck-deep water. Although he can walk without trouble, his fine motor skills are decidedly compromised. All told, this is not a recipe for good spellcasting (no wonder this stuff was for wizards!)
OOC:
Attack rolls Mantra makes for spells are made at disadvantage, and saving throws etc made by the targets are made with advantage.

Petrev feels ill, but is not mechanically affected by the drugs in his drink
Dec 17, 2017 5:39 am
Well, Fuck you and that stout little pony Errol and your Master. The Barmaid said "free" and your boss didnt mention anything to change it the rude little fucker. So either go back to buggering each other in the corner and get the fuck out of my face, or get ready to slug it out bare knuckled. If it comes to a brawl at the end, I'll piss on your unconsious bodies and take your cash. So make your choice and lets get on with our night

Rolls

Intimidation roll - (1d20+4)

(4) + 4 = 8

Dec 17, 2017 5:41 am
OOC:
I think this is about the time we roll initiative.

Rolls

Initiative - (1d20+2)

(19) + 2 = 21

Dec 17, 2017 6:06 am
OOC:
Well if that last roll had gone well, we might not have needed it 🤣
OOC:
edit. And this one could have gone better too
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Rolls

Initiative - (1d20+3)

(3) + 3 = 6

Dec 17, 2017 8:21 am
Infuriated by Petrev's insults, the thugs charge, swinging their cudgels wildly.
OOC:
I'm going to use a simple group initiative system. This will keep things flexible so people can post when they are available.
It works like this:
I roll 1d6 for NPCs and 1d6 for the PCs. The group with the highest roll goes first (players win if it's a tie).
On the PC turn, all PCs can act in any order they like.
On the NPC turn, all NPCs act in any order I like.

Rolls

Group Initiative: PCs - (1d6)

(3) = 3

Group Initiative: NPCs - (1d6)

(6) = 6

Dec 17, 2017 8:37 am
One bandit makes straight for Petrev, red-faced and heaving with rage. The other two, evidently impressed by Momo's size, decide neutralising the half-orc is the top priority.

Hearing the commotion, Cyrus exclaims from inside the office, 'Nine bloody Hells! I've told those greedy cretins not to accost my contractors. How am I supposed to run a bloody business like this?! Fetch that miserable excuse for a barkeep for me, Errol!'

The dwarf stalks after the barkeep, eventually cornering and grabbing a hold of the terrified man.
OOC:
Players can now act in any order.

Rolls

Attack roll on Petrev - (1d20+3)

(18) + 3 = 21

Damage roll on Petrev - (1d6+1)

(5) + 1 = 6

Attack roll #1 on Momo - (1d20+3)

(7) + 3 = 10

Damage roll #1 on Momo - (1d6+1)

(5) + 1 = 6

Attack roll #2 on Momo - (1d20+3)

(11) + 3 = 14

Damage roll #2 on Momo - (1d6+1)

(6) + 1 = 7

Dec 17, 2017 2:22 pm
Momo's instincts take over when the thugs begin their assault. Gripping his tool for violence, Momo, swings the maul in the direction of one of the mean men that attacked him. The arc of the swing is wide and fierce. It smashes everything in it's path between Momo and his assailant. "Leave me alone!"
OOC:
By my account, Momo was attacked twice, but both attacks missed.
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Rolls

Attack nearest bandit with maul - (1d20+5)

(19) + 5 = 24

Damage if attack hits - (2d6+3)

(63) + 3 = 12

Dec 17, 2017 2:34 pm
We can do this, dickhead. Mantra yells at Patrev, infusing bardic magic into his words. Welp, I can still stab them. That doesn't require much thought Mantra thinks to himself as he draws a dagger and flings it at Momo's uninjured quarry.

Bonus Action: Bardic Inspiration, Action: Dagger Attack
Bardic Inspiration Die: d6
Bardic Inspiration Status: 2/3 Unexpended
-On Patrev, Unused
Spell Slots: 1st 2/2

9/9 HP | 13 AC | Inspiration 0 | Fire Resistance
[ +- ] How bardic inspiration works.
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Rolls

Dagger - (1d20+4, 1d4+2)

1d20+4 : (9) + 4 = 13

1d4+2 : (3) + 2 = 5

Dec 17, 2017 3:14 pm
The thug crumples beneath Momo's hammer-blow and lays unconscious on the floor. Mantra's dagger takes another in the shoulder, inflicting a nasty wound.
OOC:
Two thugs remain standing, one wounded.
Petrev and Davrick still to act.
Dec 17, 2017 8:37 pm
YOU just had a bring a weapon, well its likely I'll be pissing on your corpses now.
Draws rapier and starts to stap people.
THIS IS THE LIFE
OOC:
HP 5/11

Rolls

Rapier attack - (1d20+5, 1d8+3)

1d20+5 : (13) + 5 = 18

1d8+3 : (7) + 3 = 10

Dec 18, 2017 4:31 am
Davrick seeing his opening like any good rogue would do starts to make his way thru the crowd that is distracted picking what he can from unsuspecting viewers. His small height allows him to pass between people with out breaking their line of sight with the fight that has started. He looks down at his daggers concealed inside his sleeves thinking about joining but has another thought

I should help them but i cant pass up such a good opportunity to make some coin from the distraction that has presented itself.

He weaves thru the crowd using the commotion to make contact and make it feel like someone is just trying to get a better view of what is going on. He goes from one patron to the next lifting what he can before ending is run sticky fingers at the front of the crowd watching to see if the loud mouths can back up all their talk with their fighting skills or if they are going to get him killed on this mission. He keeps his trusty daggers concealed but ready to drop into the palms of his hands at a moments notice if it should come to that while he watches the fight.

Rolls__________
Stealth
1d20+5 ( 19 ) + 5 = 24

Sleight of hand
1d20+7 ( 17 ) + 7 = 24
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Dec 18, 2017 7:07 am
Petrev's riposte scores a deep wound across his attacker's belly. Suddenly losing all appetite for the fight, the thug stumbles away, clutching his stomach. Finding himself alone, outnumbered and over-matched, the remaining thug decides discretion is the better part of valour and books it towards the front door.

Meanwhile, Errol the dwarf hauls an ashen-faced, sobbing barkeep into Cyrus' office.
OOC:
Petrev and Momo may make opportunity attacks on the fleeing thugs, if they wish.

Davrick manages to purloin something interesting from a distracted patron. I'm taking suggestions from other players as to what this item is – best suggestion gets an Inspiration token. Send me your idea in a PM.
Dec 18, 2017 9:33 am
It didnt have to end in bloodshed, i warned you to come bare knuckled, but, No. Lets hope you survive.
Now Barmaid, that poor bleeding fool, your bartender and most importantly your boss, just brought us all the drinks we want and another fucking meeting.
So get about your job and get us our drinks, some food and a nice quite table where we can talk.
Dec 18, 2017 12:54 pm
Momo's hulking arms rebounded from the first swing and pulled the hammer back around towards the mean men. His old sergeant always told him to keep swinging until no one was left standing, so Momo kept swinging.

Rolls

attack with maul - (1d20+5)

(11) + 5 = 16

Damage if attack hits - (2d6+3)

(66) + 3 = 15

Dec 18, 2017 2:20 pm
Momo's hammer clips his former assailant on the back of the head as he turns to flee. The thug collapses atop his floored companion, joining him in unconsciousness.

'Y-Yes, whatev-ever you w-want,' stammers the barmaid, who spills alcohol all over the bar as she hurriedly pours a round of drinks.
Dec 18, 2017 4:16 pm
Observers can see Mantra's eyes light up with flame as he yanks the dagger out of the unconscious ruffian and goes over to the bar where the barmaid is pouring drinks. The ground resumes it's tremors and the candles burn red and high. He leans in Was this some kind of trick? A test? Not your idea? Because, believe me, I don't like to be poisoned in a way that makes my spells suck. Mantra will then stab the bloody dagger into the wooden bar, pick up a mug, and thow the mug at the top-shelf gin before dissipating the illusions, walking to the table where Patrev is sitting, and sitting down.
OOC:
I'm rolling with advantage. If you don't think it's deserving, take the first one.

Rolls

To scare the barmaid (with advantage if you are so kind as to grant it for my magical stuff) - (1d20+3, 1d20+3)

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

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

Dec 18, 2017 4:51 pm
The bottles on the top shelf explode in a shower of glass and liquor. The barmaid shrieks and drops behind the bar. Although out of sight, her panicked sobs can be heard. Seeing the violence spread beyond the initial confrontation spurs the remaining patrons to leave – being sure to give the PCs a wide berth as they make their exit.
Dec 18, 2017 6:26 pm
OOC:
We're leaving?
OOC:
Edit: Oh yeah, for Taylor the tailor.
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Dec 18, 2017 8:12 pm
OOC:
oops didnt realise they were both unconscious
Hold up a second friends, i hate to break a promise and this will only take a minute
Quickly drops the front of my strides and pisses on both unconcious thugs.
Ahh, thats better, we can leave now.
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Dec 18, 2017 10:55 pm
Momo began walking lightly around the now smashed and broken furniture, moving toward the front door. No reason to damage anything more than it already is, he thought. As the new crew exited The Faithful Friend, Momo reached up and removed the sign. He stared at it for a second before snapping it into pieces with his bare hands. "They should use a different name."
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Dec 18, 2017 11:35 pm
Davrick is standing outside with his back against the wall counting the coin he was able to lift from patrons and looking at the other loot he was able to lift. When the others make it outside he is standing reading a letter with a sour look on his face.

Well if you all have finished your pissing contest i think we may have an issue we may have to rethink any plans that we have thought of

he hands the letter to mantra

Our friend Big O is throwing a party in three days. Big opportunity. Magic. Eanhed's cousin is a guard, can get us invited. If interested, meet us at the Copper Lion in Penshaw at noon the day of the party.

Shand


Ill meet you at the tailors shop shortly, have something i need to take care of

with that he heads down a dark alley to make a quick stop at the temple of Lathander and tosses any coins he gathered in the pub to the priest that is inside and quickly turns to make his way to Taylor
Dec 19, 2017 4:53 am
The party retreat to their various lodgings. After an uneventful night, they meet at Taylor's haberdashery the next morning. As they enter, they are greeted by Taylor, a willowy, blue-eyed blonde with a musical voice. She is wearing a flowing blue gown, studded with tiny gemstones that shimmer as she moves, split at the thigh to display a splendid set of legs to full advantage. 'Hi! My name's Taylor, but people sometimes call me Swift, because I work so quickly, and these,' she indicates her assistants with the sweep of an arm, 'are my Swifties. They can perform miracles, I assure you. Here, your wildest sartorial dream can become reality! So what can I do for you today?'
Dec 19, 2017 5:04 am
OOC:
Robago, I would prefer, from now on, that we decide what we want to do instead of being told we are going somewhere or going back to our lodgings or whatever. Also, I was unaware it was evening.
Hellew! Mantra says, suddenly adopting a similar tone to Swift and an outrageously posh accent Me and my friends are attending Sir Othorion's party and we all wanted new outfits to celebrate the occasion. Do you think you could help us with that?
Dec 20, 2017 6:02 am
OOC:
Endermun, of course – but players have to tell me what they are doing. Everyone had posted, with no indication of doing anything other than going to the tailor, so to the tailor we went. In cases like that, it's my prerogative to time lapse things to keep the game moving. I had mentioned that the time was late evening in an earlier post, which contributed to the time-lapse, as there is little to do at the time of night.
'Lord Othorion's party! How wonderful,' Taylor says. 'You'll want the latest fashion in doublet and hose.' She leans in close and says in an exaggerated stage whisper, 'I hear the whole thing is an attempt to impress a new lady friend. Do come back and tell me all about it.' With a snap of her fingers a swarm of assistants descend upon the players, measuring and fitting a set of fine clothes for each of them.
Dec 20, 2017 8:17 am
OOC:
i cant tell if they was ment as a rick and morty reference too or not
Yes we are wishing to hopefully get in with a good crowd to help us further our standing in the city and her Lord Orthorion is one of the best to get in good with. I wouldnt mind getting a look at his amazing wares at the same time i have been told that some of them are one of a kind.

Davrick allows himself to be manipulated like a prop so they can get all the proper measurements.

If it could be a little baggy one me please that would be preferable, i am not in the same shape as i use to be when i was younger and would rather not have it show the extra weight i have put on hehe
Dec 20, 2017 12:08 pm
Ms Taylor and her 'Swifties' bustled about the shop for some time. Fabrics of different colors and quality were hanging all around, and the tailors pulled, pinned, and measured rapidly. Momo tried to raise his hand to be recognized, but every time he did a tailor would say "hand down, please" in a tone too nice for Momo to deny.

Eventually, without being called upon, Momo spoke up. "Ms Taylor, do you know Cyrus?"
Dec 20, 2017 12:34 pm
Well my good Lady, i certainly eager to try your wares, they are famed both here and abroad. These travel soiled leathers are fine for a night in the taverns but only clothes of your calibre are good enough for this gathering of esteemed locals. I am sure you are able to create a dashing look for me
Dec 20, 2017 3:44 pm
'Don't you worry sweetheart, we can make your outfit any way you like it,' she says to Davrick. 'Baggy it shall be! We'll start a new trend together.'

'Cyrus?' she says to Momo. 'Don't tell you're mixed up with that odious devil. Oh, and you all looked so nice. Still, he has his uses, I suppose. He once helped me with an old boyfriend. Can you believe he dared to hug another woman, right in front of me? He even tried to tell me she was his cousin, the filthy liar. Well, thanks to Cyrus he won't be giving any other girls that kind of trouble!' she punctuates the exclamation by stabbing a pin deep into a pincushion with startling violence.

Without missing a beat she turns to Petrev. 'Oh, you flatterer! Never fear, you'll turn every head in the place. So, how will you gentlemen be paying today?'
Dec 20, 2017 4:09 pm
A doublet? I'm actually really into that. Mantra thinks to himself as he gladly gets fitted, stiffening slightly at the brief glimpse of crazy shining through Swift's facade. I'm sorry to say that we are business associates of Cyrus. In fact, he is the director of this outing. he says, posh accent still in full effect.
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Dec 20, 2017 5:03 pm
'Oh. In that case, I don't want to know about it. The clothes are free, but tell Cyrus this is his last favour!' She storms towards the back of the shop, whilst the army of assistants put the finishing touches on the party's new outfits.
OOC:
You each have gained one set of fine clothes.
What do you want to do now?
Dec 20, 2017 5:15 pm
That went better than last time. Mantra says to the others while standing outside of the tailor's. They didn't even try to poison us once. The name's Mantra. He says, realising that they don't even know each other's names.
Dec 20, 2017 5:33 pm
OOC:
how long do we have until the party? is it hours or days?
Names davrick and i dont think they tried to poison us because working with Cyrus is more dangerous than any poison from what i have heard but its a job.
Dec 20, 2017 8:35 pm
As you say, it is a shame to be associated with Cyrus and it is only by necessity. But you will be glad to know it is he, who is funding our fitting today. So please dear Lady spare no expense in our outfits and may both our joy at your clothes and your costs both be at his expense
OOC:
Sorry this didnt refresh before i posted
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Dec 20, 2017 8:45 pm
Petrev is my name, lets go have a drink and a meal and talk this through. Should we go terrorise Cyrus some more and eat for free or do you think he might poison us with a bit more effort this time?
Dec 20, 2017 9:14 pm
Momo extended his hand to each of the crew saying to each of them "Hello. I am Momo." After introducing himself, Momo asked them, "Is this a real job? Why did Cyrus ambush us?" While waiting for an answer, Momo sat on the ground and placed his new outfit, still neatly wrapped, in his lap and pet it like a newly born kitten.
Dec 20, 2017 9:17 pm
I believe it was actually the barkeep, judging by Cyrus's displeasure but I'd rather not go back unless I have to, no matter who did it. Lets just find a bread cart and hand out in an alley somewhere while we figure out how we're gonna complete this impossible mission.
Dec 20, 2017 9:18 pm
Hello Momo, I'm Petrev.
It is a real job, though it does smell somewhat wrong.
I dont know if Cyrus really wanted us harmed. Like a rooster, he wanted us to know who is the boss. Don't worry, when we are done and paid we will certainly pay him back for it. How does that sound?
Dec 20, 2017 9:40 pm
I would recommend we stop into the copper lion and scope out our competition, see if we cant deter them early as to avoid any complications in our goal
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Dec 21, 2017 5:44 am
OOC:
Today is Monday, the party is on Wednesday evening. It will take a day and a half of brisk travelling to get to Othorion's country manor (ie if the party leave tomorrow morning, they will arrive around noon Wednesday, if they are not delayed en route.) The town of Peshtar is near to the manor, and the Copper Lion is that town's tavern.
Dec 21, 2017 6:28 am
OOC:
Assuming all of this is known by me and it's still about 10 am ......
Yeah, we should once we get to the town. What about we leave about noon today so we have a night and a morning to find out what they're up to? Now that we have the clothes and invitations, there's nothing to stay here for.

And as for the plan for the heist, we should wait until we know more because Cyrus didn't give us much to go on.
Dec 22, 2017 5:21 am
OOC:
I'll wait for party consensus about what you want to do.
Dec 22, 2017 5:38 am
Well, despite a wish to torment Cyrus. Being about the task is best done soonest. Let's be on our way.
Dec 22, 2017 5:42 am
And you two? Mantra asks, gesturing to Momo and Davrick.
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Dec 22, 2017 11:32 am
Momo stands up, reminding those nearby of just how monstrously sized he is. "Ok, but do we have to walk?"
Dec 22, 2017 4:43 pm
Im all set, I dont know if there are any beasts big enough in this town for you momo, but if you would like you can carry me
Dec 22, 2017 6:04 pm
What's wrong with a little walking? I'd rather walk than pay for a wagon.
Dec 23, 2017 4:44 am
Lets see if we can convince a local wagoneer that Cyrus is picking up the tab.
petrev asks a local merchant if he may know of anyone with a spare wagon?
The Merchant scowls at Petrev's mention of Cyrus, turning away.

Below is edited out.
Petrev wanders over to a local merchant and asks if they know who is Cyrus's prefered transport provider.
Last edited December 23, 2017 9:41 am

Rolls

Persuasion check on the Merchant - (1d20+2)

(6) + 2 = 8

Dec 23, 2017 6:02 am
OOC:
For obtaining a wagon, this is what I'd like to do (individuals may opt out if they want their character to go do something else in the meantime):
-Each player (in any order) make a DC 12 skill check (12 or better succeeds) and edit their post to describe how the success or failure brought the party closer to getting a wagon (or created a problem, if they failed). Include an updated pass/fail tally and list of which skills have been used so far.
-After a skill has been used once, it can no longer be used by anyone for the remainder of this process.
-After everyone has acted once, repeat, until we have tallied 4 successes or 4 failures.
-If the party succeeded, you have obtained a wagon and 2 horses and made it clear out of the city.
-If the party failed... we'll see when we get there.
-If you need clarification on any of this just ask.
Dec 23, 2017 6:10 am
Mantra leans into Cyrus's meeting room. You gonna pay for a wagon?
OOC:
I'd say he could still say no.
Last edited December 23, 2017 6:16 am

Rolls

Persuasion - (1d20+5)

(18) + 5 = 23

Dec 23, 2017 7:39 am
'I'll cover reasonable expense if you can find one for hire or sale, but it's harvest season and ten to one there's not a spare wagon to be had in the whole city.'
OOC:
1 success, 0 failures
Skills used:
Persuasion
Dec 23, 2017 1:43 pm
The sound of scraping and hammering filled Momo's ears as he got close to the cartwright's shop. As usual for this time of year, the place was chaotically busy. The cartwright was under a wagon scraping on an axle. His boy was nearby swapping out tools that the cartwright may need. A strong and angry looking woman was exchanging shouts with various customers as they asked questions about times and cost. Her shouting stopped suddenly when she noticed Momo as he walked up. "You're either a gift or a curse," she said. "What do you want?"

Momo smiled and nodded his head slightly, "Hello. I am Momo. I need a wagon."

The woman scoffed at him. "Hello. I am Kate, and so does everyone else. However, the time when we sold wagons has passed. Right now we are very busy with repairing wagons. I'm sorry but I can't help you." She kept staring at Momo, which he took as a sign that she wanted to keep talking.

"I don't want to buy it. I just want to use it. Do you know where I can find a wagon to rent?"

Kate smiled at Momo and rested a finger to her lips in thought. "Hmmmm. I tell you what. Perhaps we can strike a bargain. A hulking brute like you could help lighten the load, so to speak. Follow me."
OOC:
I took a little liberty of creating the cartwright's wife's personality here, but based on your earlier post about creative freedom I thought you wouldn't mind so much. I didn't go so far as to create the challenge, but I'm assuming it'll be Athletics or STR related. I'll add the roll for it, and you can write up what Kate asks Momo to do, and whether or not it results in a rentable wagon opportunity. If you don't like it, let me know. I'll edit the post to remove the conversation.
[ +- ] bummer
Last edited December 23, 2017 1:46 pm

Rolls

Athletics check - (1d20+5)

(1) + 5 = 6

Strength check - (1d20+3)

(5) + 3 = 8

Inspiration (reroll Athletics check) - (1d20+5)

(4) + 5 = 9

Dec 23, 2017 3:51 pm
'Here, you see this one?' Kate says, pointing out a wagon with a badly bent axle. 'Normally this would take several men to straighten out, and we just don't have the help. But maybe a big fellow like you can do it on his own.'

Momo takes a firm grip on the axle and heaves mightily. A thunderous crack splits the air and Momo sprawls on the ground, still clutching one half of the axle.

Kate looks at the fallen half-orc in shock, before bursting into laughter. 'Well, I never imagined anybody could do that! I'm sorry, lad, but I don't think that wagon is going to be of use to anybody for a while, now...'
OOC:
Linus that was a good example of what I'm looking for (shame about the roll), though I would have liked you to go even further and have told us what the challenge was, and how it turned out. Have an Inspiration token. In these 'skill challenge' scenarios I am happy for players to take a lot of creative license with the description, and to use broad definitions of the skills.

1 success, 1 failure
skills used:
Persuasion
Athletics
Dec 27, 2017 6:15 am
OOC:
Hope everyone had a great Christmas!
What are Davrick and Petrev doing?
Dec 29, 2017 7:17 pm
Well it is a short ride, im wondering is there anyone else that has rented a wagon that wouldn't mind having a few more passengers, im pretty good with horses, i think they see my size as not being very threatening

Davrick walks over to a couple horses that a the stable hands are attempting to hitch up with minor difficulty. He pulls a carrot out of his pocket to distract them to convince them to stay still.

See they love me and i can help then along the way their too for just allowing us to ride with them
Last edited December 31, 2017 4:28 am

Rolls

Animal Handling - (1d20)

(13) = 13

Dec 31, 2017 3:17 am
Madam, while i do know times are busy, we are earnest in both our need to get a wagon and even more so that, the cretin Cyrus pays a very steep price for our use of one. Even if you, yourself dont have a spare perhaps you might be able to help us get a short loan of one. We really should only need it for several days. Plus you have our promise to cause cyrus as much trouble as we can, if not rid your town of him alltogether.

Rolls

Persuasion check - (1d20+2)

(7) + 2 = 9

Jan 1, 2018 5:59 am
OOC:
Jace.72 please have another go with a different skill, as Persuasion has already been used (once a skill has been used noone can use it again for this challenge).

Tally
2 successes, 1 failure
skills used:
Persuasion
Athletics
Animal Handling
Jan 1, 2018 7:02 am
Yep sorry.
Going with a general wisdom check for the same reason.
PHB 178
"Other Wisdom Checks. The DM mighl call for a
Wisdom check when you try to accomplish tasks like
the following:
Get a gut feeling about what course of action lo follow"

We obviously have a broader interpretation of it, as we use perception also in its literal sense of how perceptive you are to not only objects but feelings. But happy with RAW interpretations as well.

Rolls

General wisdom check about my feeling that the lady doesnt like cyrus - (1d20+1)

(16) + 1 = 17

Jan 1, 2018 11:20 am
Following Davrick's success with the animals and Petrev's mention of causing trouble for Cyrus, Kate visibly warms up to the party. 'Well, in that case, go and see Farmer Barret. He's staying the night at the Hammer & The Reed, having sold a load of turnips at market today. His boy was mixed up with Cyrus and came to a bad end, and Barret hates him more than a dwarf hates orcs. He'll walk home barefoot and eat his shoes if giving you his wagon will make mischief for that fiend.'
OOC:
Since everyone has had a turn, players can go again in any order.

Jace, I'm going to put that roll down as Insight.

3 successes, 1 failure
Skills used:
Persuasion
Athletics
Animal Handling
Insight
Jan 1, 2018 11:38 am
OOC:
thanks for that, when i get home from holidays I'll brush up on my RAW skill definitions :-)
Why, thank you my Lady, we shall indeed go and speak to Farmer Barret. If you could tell me the way to the Hammer and Reed.
I promise i will do what i can to fix this towns blight when i return.

As i wander off to the Hammer & Reed, i spend some pleasant time musing over how i shall even the score between Cyrus and myself, after all what sort of dread pirate would allow that sort of affront to go unresolved
Jan 2, 2018 7:08 am
OOC:
Assuming we all share knowledge...
Mantra walks near to Farmer Berret, trying to look as though he has something to hide, and discreetly says to him I heard you hated Cyrus.. When the farmer begins to stir, Mantra spins a lie. We're planning a raid on one of his warehouses, the one where he keeps all the best stuff, and we need a wagon and some horses to transport people and equipment to the location a town over. Could you help us with that?
Last edited January 2, 2018 7:09 am

Rolls

Deception - (1d20+5)

(19) + 5 = 24

Jan 2, 2018 8:08 am
'So Cyrus has run afoul of a real fiend. My heart bleeds for him. Come this way.' The farmer leads you to the stables and hitches the wagon up himself. 'This is Nugget, and this is Gypsy,' he says, introducing two large draft horses.'They ain't fast, but they're steady. Take good care of them.'
OOC:
Congratulations, you are now the proud owner of a wagon and two draft horses.
What do you want to do now?
Jan 2, 2018 12:35 pm
Momo walks up to Nugget and Gypsy, running his hand along each of them. "I like horses."

He then helps to attach them to the wagon so that the group can begin traveling.
Jan 2, 2018 1:07 pm
Well, my hardy and homely companions. I need my beauty sleep if i am going to be at my best at O's birthday.
So if you could wake me in a few hours, when it is my turn to drive, i would be very grateful. Also please don't touch me, to wake me. I would hate to see you perforated.

With his little speech out of the way, Petrev stretches out in the back of the wagon and falls asleep.
Jan 2, 2018 4:46 pm
We'll return it in 3 days, if all goes to plan. I insist you take this gold for your trouble. Mantra says while climbing in the back and handing the man 5gp.
Jan 3, 2018 5:05 am
It is a fine day for travel and the beginning of the journey is swift and pleasant. The road is wide and well-made, bordered by dry-stone walls, as are the fields in the rolling hills, dotted with sheep. From his vantage point atop the wagon, Mantra spies a familiar figure ahead on the road, travelling in the same direction as the party.
OOC:
Mantra has recognised someone from his past. Endermun, would you please describe this person, and tell us why Mantra thinks they might be there?
Jan 5, 2018 8:14 pm
OOC:
Sorry everyone.
Gods damn it. Mantra says as he spots a tall, green figure surrounded by 3 wolves. It's Morgle, the Wolfmaster. The orc was behind a series of livestock deaths in a town far behind Mantra where Morgle was forcefully evicted from a cave he was living in and scared into becoming a helpful part of society rather than living off of other people's animals. After killing a couple of his wolves (whom Morgle loved like children) Mantra's relationship with the orc was uneasy at best and violent at worst when his lost love made them travel together.. At heart, though, Morgle was only trying to make his way in the world and isn't evil. He's likely been traveling around, looking for ways to feed himself and his wolves. Mantra is still mad about one of the wolves biting his finger off and scarring his hand. He hides in case the orc is feeling particularly resentful.
Last edited January 5, 2018 8:15 pm

Rolls

Stealth - (1d20+4)

(3) + 4 = 7

Jan 6, 2018 6:03 am
Catching the wolves' scent, the horses shy and whinny before coming to a halt, refusing to move closer to the pack. The orc barks a command to the wolves, who obediently drop to their haunches in the middle of the road, and holds up a hand to the party in a gesture of peace. 'Hail, travellers! I would speak with you,' he calls.
Jan 6, 2018 7:11 am
Ho, my tall green friend. How go you, this fine day? What friendly pets you have. And what is it you would like to talk about?
Jan 6, 2018 9:44 am
Morgle studies the surrounding hills before approaching the wagon, the wolves following at his heels. 'Quietly, if you would,' he says, 'these hills have ears.' Nugget rears, the whites of his eyes showing, and the orc begins to speak softly. Momo recognises the words as soothing phrases spoken in orcish.
OOC:
Someone give me an Animal Handling roll (at advantage) to keep control of the horses.
Jan 6, 2018 11:46 am
Momo steps out of the wagon, surprised to see someone as big or even bigger than himself. As he walks around the horses, he runs his hand along the back of one and tries to lend it some peace. He addresses the wolf master. "Hello, I am Momo. What's your name?"
Last edited January 6, 2018 12:09 pm

Rolls

Animal handling check - (1d20+2)

(17) + 2 = 19

Jan 6, 2018 1:17 pm
Reassured by Momo's presence, the horses calm.

'I am Morgle,' the orc says, 'and this is Gus, Winter and Stormjaw,' he introduces the wolves.

'Some of our smaller cousins have been raiding around here. My brothers and I have been blamed for it, so we have been tracking them. I believe they have gathered ahead, in force too great for my pack to deal with, planning to waylay travellers on the road. You should turn back, the goblins are cruel and merciless.'

Whilst he speaks, the wolves sniff inquiringly about the wagon. Gus saunters to the side where Mantra lies hidden and growls with sudden emotion. He leaps and scrambles against the side of the wagon, trying to get aboard. Morgle rushes to restrain the eager wolf. 'Gus, heel!' he yells. The orc spots Mantra. 'Wolf-killer! I swore if I never saw you again it would be too soon!'
Jan 6, 2018 1:38 pm
As did I. And that was is self defense, for the last time.
He says, sitting up from laying down on the wagon. It looks like we're going the same direction and I'm more than willing to kill some damn goblins so I suggest you keep your hands and wolves to yourself. There's no Lenor to protect either of us now. He says in a cynical, cold tone.
OOC:
Check my character sheet, Robago, and you will know who Lenor was.
Jan 6, 2018 2:06 pm
'You were unworthy of her, wolf-killer. It was only a matter of time before she left you. But perhaps you make a good point. Together we may be strong enough to kill the goblins.' The last said with difficulty, and Morgle leaves the statement hanging for a moment before turning to Momo. 'How is it that you are friends with this one?' he asks Momo, indicating Mantra.
Jan 6, 2018 2:19 pm
Crackles of electicity dance at Mantra's eyes as he hears Morgle's words. The ground rumbles and a voice risen in anger rings out across the planes as Mantra stands and draws his sword. I should kill you for all the trouble you've caused! For the injury your mangy wolves left me!
She died in my arms after you left!
Jan 7, 2018 1:54 pm
OOC:
Not if this is waiting on a response from me...Based on a sword being drawn in a rush of emotion, Momo would just be staring and waiting for the big guy to respond
Jan 7, 2018 2:14 pm
OOC:
Yes, I did want to give everyone else a chance to chime in.
The wolves press protectively around Morgle, snarling, but the wolf-master makes no move to draw a weapon.

'I am saddened to hear of her passing,' Morgle says. 'In her memory, let there be peace between us. I will warn you again – death waits ahead on this road. I have said what I came to say.' He turns and begins to walk slowly down the road. After a few moments the wolves join him.
OOC:
What is everyone doing?
Jan 7, 2018 10:56 pm
Well, that was a cheery and touching reunion, now that you have decided to take my place in the wagon. I'll take watch while you rest. It sounds like we might need it.
With this ominous warning i decide to be a bit more careful in my observing my suroundings, looking for anything unusual.

Rolls

Perception check - (1d20+1)

(5) + 1 = 6

Jan 7, 2018 11:33 pm
OOC:
is it a covered wagon or is it just a bare bones one open to the back with maybe a blanket across it?
Davrick seeing the wolves that are easy his size on a good day stays in the back of the wagon not wanting to really mess with a beast that if it wanted could just pick him up and walk away. When they are out of sight he climbs up into the seat at the front of the wagon next to Petrev.So did you have a good little rest back there? doesnt seem the most comfy on that wood floor, i personally prefer my nice comfy bed.What do you think of these goblins we have coming up on the road, think we can find anything good that they have stolen from others?

As he is riding in the run he is fidgeting with a little box that has 4 different locks on it that he keeps with him to keep his skills sharp, not really focusing on it just keeping himself occupied.
Jan 8, 2018 5:53 am
OOC:
The wagon is bare bones.
Shortly after Morgle's departure, the party round a bend in the road and find the Wolfmaster and his pack have vanished from sight. As the party move further from the city, the land becomes more wild, the neat fields giving way to a thick cover of trees. At the edge of the forest, a fallen tree blocks the road.
Jan 8, 2018 6:18 am
Well, if years at sea have taught me anything, it is how to sleep anywhere looking up to see the blocked road i continue.The other thing i learned well is to defend myself. And now it looks like it is time for that particular skill, to be put to good use.
I draw my weapons and ready them at my side.
Last edited January 8, 2018 11:17 am
Jan 8, 2018 10:14 am
Ah so time for some fun

I jump down from the wagon and slide into some cover on the side out of sight letting my daggers fall into my hands.

Rolls

Stealth - (1d20+5)

(17) + 5 = 22

Jan 8, 2018 1:15 pm
Momo sees daggers and rapiers being pulled out by the others and says aloud, "You'll never cut that thing apart with those. Clearly you've never had to cut a tree apart. I have an axe, but it's going to take a while to cut that thing up and move it."
Jan 8, 2018 3:58 pm
Mantra draws his rapier and goes over to Momo Remember the goblins that the orc was talking about?
We think that the tree was put across the road on purpose in order for us to stop so the goblins can ambush us
he whispers.
Jan 8, 2018 5:22 pm
OOC:
Mantra gains an Inspiration token, that was a great response to the prompt.
As soon as Davrick's feet hit the ground, a shout rings out, prompting a shower of arrows from the trees either side of the wagon. After the volley Davrick darts behind a tree (presuming he is still conscious), confident that the attackers have lost sight of him. The party can make out short, scrawny figures amidst the trees, four on either side of the road.
OOC:
for this fight I am going to simplify surprise to just having the monsters win initiative. Each PC has had two arrows fired them.
Melee distance can be reached in one round by any PC that wants to. Players can now act in any order.

Rolls

Arrow attack on Davrick #1 - (1d20+4)

(17) + 4 = 21

Arrow attack on Davrick #2 - (1d20+4)

(11) + 4 = 15

Arrow damage on Davrick #1 - (1d6+2)

(6) + 2 = 8

Arrow damage on Davrick #2 - (1d6+2)

(3) + 2 = 5

Arrow attack on Mantra #1 - (1d20+4)

(13) + 4 = 17

Arrow attack on Mantra #2 - (1d20+4)

(20) + 4 = 24

Arrow damage on Mantra #1 - (1d6+2)

(1) + 2 = 3

Arrow damage on Mantra #2 - (1d6+2)

(5) + 2 = 7

Arrow attack on Petrev #1 - (1d20+4)

(6) + 4 = 10

Arrow attack on Petrev #2 - (1d20+4)

(14) + 4 = 18

Arrow damage on Petrev #1 - (1d6+2)

(6) + 2 = 8

Arrow damage on Petrev #2 - (1d6+2)

(2) + 2 = 4

Arrow attack on Momo #1 - (1d20+4)

(17) + 4 = 21

Arrow attack on Momo #2 - (1d20+4)

(3) + 4 = 7

Arrow damage on Momo #1 - (1d6+2)

(5) + 2 = 7

Arrow damage on Momo #2 - (1d6+2)

(6) + 2 = 8

Jan 8, 2018 5:26 pm
OOC:
Additional crit damage.

Rolls

Extra crit damage on Mantra - (1d6)

(4) = 4

Jan 8, 2018 5:40 pm
The arrows come out and strike Mantra down.

Action:
Bardic Inspiration Die: d6
Bardic Inspiration Status: 3/3
Spell Slots: 1st 2/2

0/9 HP | 16 AC | Inspiration 1 | Fire Resistance

Rolls

Death save - (1d20)

(16) = 16

Jan 8, 2018 8:30 pm
OOC:
How did that 4 damage take you to 0 HP?
Last edited January 8, 2018 8:30 pm
Jan 8, 2018 8:32 pm
OOC:
i read two sets of damage rolled 8 and 4, though i didnt think one of them hit but two lots of damage were rolled?
OOC:
nevermind, i see why both were rolled. Ill edit my post.
Last edited January 8, 2018 8:34 pm
Jan 8, 2018 8:46 pm
The arrow slams into me, so i let it roll me off the wagon, where i drop into a crouch beside it, looking for an enemy. Spotting one in the trees i sprint towards it, closeing to so i can stick my rapier into its face.

Hp -7

Rolls

Rapier attack - (1d20+5)

(16) + 5 = 21

Jan 9, 2018 4:40 am
OOC:
Jace.72 your attack has hit, please roll damage. In general, please just roll both to-hit and damage together for your attacks, it helps to keep things flowing.
Jan 9, 2018 4:43 am
Sorry, it was a long ay followed by three hours sleep, i usually roll both :-)
Last edited January 9, 2018 4:43 am

Rolls

Rapier damage - (1d8+3)

(7) + 3 = 10

Jan 9, 2018 6:21 am
Petrev skewers the goblin.
OOC:
Davrick and Momo still to act
Jan 9, 2018 10:21 pm
Davrick taking the two arrows to the chest drops to the ground unconscious face planting as he goes down.

Rolls

death saving - (1d20)

(14) = 14

Jan 9, 2018 10:26 pm
Momo roars loudly in frustration and begins to push the cart over, horses and all, for better cover.
OOC:
Attempt to tip over the cart so that it provides full cover for the party from half of the ambushers. Then use bonus action for Second Wind

Rolls

Athletics check to flip the cart - (1d20+5)

(11) + 5 = 16

Second Wind - (1d10+1)

(1) + 1 = 2

Jan 10, 2018 12:35 pm
The horses bolt in panic as the wagon teeters, tearing loose from their harness and galloping back down the road. The wagon crashes onto its side, sheltering the party. A moment later, several arrows hit the wagon with an audible thunk.

In the trees, three goblins surround Petrev, taunting and feinting at him, creating openings for each other to strike at the beleaguered dread pirate with their swords.

One of the goblins shouts loudly, in a harsh voice, 'Give up and we not kill you!'
OOC:
Players may now act in any order.

Rolls

Attack on Petrev #1 - (1d20+4)

(18) + 4 = 22

Damage on Petrev #1 - (1d6+2)

(3) + 2 = 5

Attack on Petrev #2 - (1d20+4)

(1) + 4 = 5

Damage on Petrev #2 - (1d6+2)

(6) + 2 = 8

Attack on Petrev #3 - (1d20+4)

(16) + 4 = 20

Damage on Petrev #3 - (1d6+2)

(2) + 2 = 4

Jan 10, 2018 1:28 pm
Mantra's dying.

Rolls

Death save - (1d20)

(13) = 13

Jan 11, 2018 8:54 am
Aaarrrgggghhhhhh
Petrev, wills himself to heal, drawing deep from within, hoping for a second wind.

HP- (7)-5-4=-2
OOC:
i think this is how 2nd wind works, it says as a bo us action. I'm assuming my main action is my death saving throw.

Rolls

Death save - (1d20)

(20) = 20

Second wind - (1d10+1)

(8) + 1 = 9

Jan 11, 2018 9:50 am
OOC:
Since you rolled a natural 20 on your death save, Petrev regains consciousness and is on 1 hp, and can take a full turn (main, move & bonus actions).
Jan 11, 2018 10:06 am
Clinging to the waking world, i use my natural physical abilities to weave past my attackers and defensively make my way back to the cart.
OOC:
i use Disengage as my action, then move to the cart, and as my bonus action i use 2nd wind. Do you want me to reroll it?
Jan 11, 2018 10:15 am
OOC:
No, the roll can stand
Jan 11, 2018 10:24 am
OOC:
Petrev's HP = 1 + 2nd Wind (9). Totaling 10.
Petrev, makes it back to the cover of the wagon. Presenting as small a target as possible. Scrabbling through the debris i search for my longbow and arrows. Readying myself to start returning fire.
Jan 11, 2018 4:42 pm
Momo looks at his fallen companions and feels sad. He checks to see if they are breathing and if he can help at all.

Rolls

Medicine check on on the two fallen PCs - (1d20)

(16) = 16

Jan 12, 2018 5:42 am
Momo is able to stem the bleeding of his two fallen comrades.

The goblins crowd around the open side of the wagon, some holding bows, some armed with swords. The archers loose arrows at Momo and Petrev before the sword-wielders close in, kicking at the adventurers and battering them with the flats of their blades.
OOC:
Mantra and Davrick are now stabilised.
The melee attacks are non-lethal, if the PCs drop below zero hit points they fall unconscious but are stable.

By my calculations Momo is still conscious, so it is now his turn.

Rolls

Arrow attack on Petrev #1 - (1d20+4)

(11) + 4 = 15

Arrow damage on Petrev #1 - (1d6+2)

(4) + 2 = 6

Arrow attack on Petrev #2 - (1d20+4)

(19) + 4 = 23

Arrow attack on Petrev #2 - (1d6+2)

(1) + 2 = 3

Melee attack on Petrev - (1d20+5)

(16) + 5 = 21

Melee damage on Petrev - (1d6+3)

(5) + 3 = 8

Arrow attack on Momo #1 - (1d20+4)

(4) + 4 = 8

Arrow damage on Momo #1 - (1d6+2)

(4) + 2 = 6

Arrow attack on Momo #2 - (1d20+4)

(3) + 4 = 7

Arrow damage on Momo #2 - (1d6+2)

(4) + 2 = 6

Melee attack on Momo #1 - (1d20+4)

(8) + 4 = 12

Melee damage on Momo #1 - (1d6+2)

(6) + 2 = 8

Melee attack on Momo #2 - (1d20+4)

(15) + 4 = 19

Melee damage on Momo #2 - (1d6+2)

(3) + 2 = 5

Jan 12, 2018 6:38 am
Petrev collapses under the rain of blows.
Jan 12, 2018 12:19 pm
Surrounded and badly injured is nothing new to Momo. His old sergeant came to mind, and he recalled the old human running down the line and yelling "ATTACK!" in the ears of each the soldiers. Momo gripped his maul and swung at the goblins in his reach.

Rolls

attack with maul - (1d20+5, 2d6+3)

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

2d6+3 : (41) + 3 = 8

Jan 12, 2018 1:31 pm
The goblins scatter as Momo surges forward, and his ferocious blow sweeps through empty air. The goblins fall upon the off-balanced half-orc like a pack of jackals, leering and laughing as they begin to beat Momo down.
OOC:
Once again, the attacks are non-lethal.

Rolls

Arrow attack on Momo #2 - (1d20+4)

(5) + 4 = 9

Arrow damage on Momo #2 - (1d6+2)

(5) + 2 = 7

Arrow damage on Momo #3 - (1d6+2)

(4) + 2 = 6

Arrow attack on Momo #4 - (1d20+4)

(11) + 4 = 15

Arrow damage on Momo #4 - (1d6+2)

(5) + 2 = 7

Melee damage on Momo #1 - (1d6+2)

(3) + 2 = 5

Melee attack on Momo #2 - (1d20+4)

(16) + 4 = 20

Melee damage on Momo #2 - (1d6+2)

(6) + 2 = 8

Melee damage on Momo #3 - (1d6+3)

(5) + 3 = 8

Jan 12, 2018 1:33 pm
OOC:
I don't think there are enough attack rolls for those damage rolls.
Jan 12, 2018 1:35 pm
OOC:
Seems Roll20 dropped a bunch of the rolls, but I believe the one successful attack was enough to put Momo under, so I'll just move forward.
The goblins rouse the party with brutal carelessness, slapping and pounding on them until they regain consciousness. Each PC has had their weapons taken, and their wrists securely bound behind their back. The PCs are flanked either side by a goblin – apart from Davrick, who is managed by a single escort.

The goblins lead the party on a forced march until nightfall, heading eastward, deep into the forest (roughly perpendicular to the road the party was travelling on). Eventually they reach a clearing. The presence of cold ashes and disturbed ground indicate that they have camped here before.

After a short meal (the PCs are offered neither food nor water), the PCs are hogtied and the goblins lay down to sleep. Two sentries keep watch, armed with swords and shortbows.
OOC:
PCs are conscious and on 1 hit point.
What do you do?
Jan 12, 2018 1:40 pm
Battered and bruised, Petrev decides that more rest will likely be of more use than pointless struggling, until the goblins decide what to do with us.
Jan 12, 2018 1:43 pm
Mantra tries to remember everything he can about goblins.
OOC:
I'm going to roll both a History check and a Religion check because I think I have time to do both.

Rolls

History - (1d20+2)

(6) + 2 = 8

Religion - (1d20+2)

(13) + 2 = 15

Jan 12, 2018 2:55 pm
Mantra recalls: Goblins mythologise their ancestral heroes, elevating them to demi-godhood and using tales of their strength, opportunism and ruthlessness as fables to instruct their young. Religious rites are highly variable, being strongly influenced by the current shaman of a particular tribe. Goblins in this area are not known for humanoid sacrifice, but are known to take slaves.
Jan 13, 2018 1:06 am
Davrick letting his instincts of survival kick in starts looking around him to see if he can find a small rock or stick that he might be able to sneak and free himself from his bonds.
Last edited January 13, 2018 1:07 am

Rolls

perception - (1d20)

(17) = 17

Jan 13, 2018 4:20 am
Davrick is able to wriggle around and grasp a suitable object from the ground.
Jan 13, 2018 4:25 am
Mantra flips from his hogtied, prone position and attempts to discreetly slip his hands from his bonds.
OOC:
That is, if he is literally hogtied.

Rolls

Acrobatics - (1d20+2)

(7) + 2 = 9

Jan 13, 2018 4:50 am
Mantra is able to free his hands, but a sentry notices the movement and makes his way over to check on the prisoner.
Jan 13, 2018 4:55 am
Mantra quickly, doing the somatic components behind his back, creates a minor illusion 50ft away in the opposite direction of grass rustling and people yell-whispering "come on guys, not far now" and suchlike. He makes sure its just barely audible to him and the sentry. Enough for him to notice in the night silence.
Last edited January 13, 2018 4:56 am
Jan 13, 2018 5:02 am
The goblin turns his back to Mantra and looks in the direction of the noise.
Jan 13, 2018 5:08 am
Mantra makes it move farther away before making the distant sound of someone falling over and making a stifled scream.
OOC:
Casting it over and over again.
Jan 13, 2018 5:10 am
Davrick attempts to tuck his implement away so he can be ready when the time comes.
OOC:
Not sure if you want to consider that stealth to hide without them noticing it or soh to conceale it

Rolls

Slight of hand - (1d20+7)

(13) + 7 = 20

Stealth - (1d20+5)

(13) + 5 = 18

Jan 13, 2018 6:07 am
Davrick secrets away his implement without being noticed.

The sentry that was about to check on Mantra creeps over to the other goblin sentry, and the two begin a whispered conference.
OOC:
What are Momo and Petrev doing whilst this is going on?
Jan 13, 2018 10:40 am
Petrev decides that since no one else is going to rest and recover their strength, that it is time to be on our way. Firstly i attempt to free my hands, then i pretend to fit, causing the guard to come check on me, which is when i will attempt to lift a dagger from the guard.
OOC:
hoping this isnt too much for a single turn

Rolls

Dexterity check to free hands - (1d20+3)

(16) + 3 = 19

Deception check on my fake fit - (1d20+2)

(1) + 2 = 3

Sleight of hand to pick pocket a dagger or similar from the guard - (1d20+5)

(10) + 5 = 15

Jan 13, 2018 11:05 am
Petrev manages to slip his hands free of his bonds. The coughing fit doesn't seem to fool the sentries, but the ruse serves Petrev's purpose regardless. Evidently connecting Petrev to the strange voices, a sentry rushes over and clamps his hands around Petrev's throat, trying to silence him. Petrev deftly locates a dagger on the goblin's belt and nearly succeeds in drawing it before the sentry realises. The goblin releases his grip on Petrev's neck and tries to wrest back the dagger.
OOC:
Petrev please make an Athletics roll. If you beat the goblin's score you gain possession of the dagger.

Rolls

Goblin - Athletics (1d20-1) - (1d20-1)

(5) - 1 = 4

Jan 13, 2018 11:16 am
Petrev struggles with the goblin for control of the dagger.

Rolls

Athletics v goblin - (1d20+5)

(14) + 5 = 19

Jan 13, 2018 2:17 pm
When Momo notices the commotion, he attempts to break his bindings and stand up.

Rolls

Strength check - (1d20+3)

(9) + 3 = 12

Jan 13, 2018 3:05 pm
I guess it is time to go Davrick thinks as he is watching everyone else stir. He slices his bonds with his crude implement and will go to free anyone else who is still tied up.
Jan 13, 2018 3:40 pm
OOC:
All PCs are now freed from their bonds. They have their packs with them (intact) but not their weapons (although Petrev has the dagger). One sentry is intent on the woods, still misled by Mantra's illusionary sounds, and the other is preoccupied by the struggle for the dagger. In a moment, however, they will realise what is happening and try to rouse the sleeping goblins. In mechanical terms: the party has one combat round to act, before the sleeping goblins begin to wake up. Players may act in any order.
Jan 13, 2018 3:57 pm
Mantra jumps up and makes a break for the woods in a direction opposite of the sentry exploring the sound.
Jan 13, 2018 8:28 pm
OOC:
have we had a short or long rest?
Jan 13, 2018 9:13 pm
OOC:
do we know where our gear is at?
Jan 13, 2018 9:25 pm
OOC:
We have everything except weapons.
Jan 13, 2018 9:43 pm
With control of the dagger and a grip on a panicky looking goblin, i use my superior size, agility and athleticism to twist around to grab the goblin and surpress his cries of alarm.
Whispered harshly to the goblinIf you make a sound i will put this dagger in your throat.

Rolls

Acrobatics - (1d20+5)

(10) + 5 = 15

Athletics - (1d20+4)

(15) + 4 = 19

Intimidation - (1d20+4)

(15) + 4 = 19

Jan 14, 2018 7:02 am
The goblin's eyes bulge in terror, but it heeds the threat and remains silent.
OOC:
Players have not had any kind of rest.
Players have their packs with them, with all their gear except weapons.
Their weapons are with the various sleeping goblins.

Davrick and Momo still to act.
Jan 14, 2018 10:00 pm
Momo will find the sleeping goblin that dared to take his weapons, then use his greataxe to execute him by decapitation.

Rolls

Stealth check - (1d20+2)

(11) + 2 = 13

Jan 15, 2018 12:32 am
Davrick eyes all the goblins and picks his path to the one that has his trusted daggers and makes his way to recover them.
OOC:
using stealth if they are asleep or athletics to make a dead sprint to get them if they are waking up. Also using my inspiration on said roll

Rolls

Athletics - (1d20-1)

(3) - 1 = 2

Athletics using inspiration - (1d20-1)

(17) - 1 = 16

Stealth - (1d20+5)

(18) + 5 = 23

Stealth using inspiration - (1d20+5)

(6) + 5 = 11

Jan 15, 2018 4:43 am
Momo dispatches the sleeping goblin and Davrick recovers his dagger without waking any of the other sleepers. The remaining sentry turns around to check on his fellow guard and sees the events unfolding. A scream of alarm dies on his lips as a clothyard shaft seems to sprout from his throat. PCs with Darkvision can make out the form of Morgle the Wolfmaster at the edge of the clearing, longbow in hand.
OOC:
Players may act in any order.
Jan 15, 2018 5:48 am
SHIT, well it seems the goblin is out of the bag.
i drive the knife into the goblin i am holdings throat repeatedly until it stops moving, then go looking for the goblins with my weapons.
OOC:
i dont know how you want me to roll for repeatedly shanking the held goblin.
Last edited January 15, 2018 5:48 am

Rolls

Dagger attack - (1d20+5, 1d4+3)

1d20+5 : (7) + 5 = 12

1d4+3 : (4) + 3 = 7

Jan 15, 2018 6:30 am
Having my weapons back in hand it is time to get some payback, standing over the goblin that dare put his hands on my property i drive my dagger down into it then move back into the treeline a little hoping none of the other goblins will notice me in the chaos.

Rolls

Dagger - (1d20+5)

(8) + 5 = 13

Dagger with adv (if i have it) - (1d20+5)

(19) + 5 = 24

damage - (1d4+3)

(1) + 3 = 4

sneak attack - (1d6)

(2) = 2

Jan 15, 2018 6:53 am
Petrev and Davrick kill their respective goblins.
OOC:
Petrev and Davrick, please make stealth rolls.
Sleeping goblins can be killed automatically without an attack roll, but I do require stealth rolls to see if the others wake up.
Momo and Mantra still to act.
Jan 15, 2018 6:56 am
Davrick attempts to muffle any screams from the goblin

Rolls

Stealth - (1d20+5)

(18) + 5 = 23

Jan 15, 2018 7:58 am
Covered in blood and holding a lifeless goblin Petrev spies his weapons and a murderous rage fills him to see his weapons held by some green skinned wretch. More blood shall be spilled shortly.
OOC:
Sorry All, stupid dice roller :-/
Last edited January 15, 2018 7:58 am

Rolls

Stealth Check - (1d20+3)

(1) + 3 = 4

Jan 15, 2018 9:29 am
A piercing shriek of pain brings the sleeping goblins out of their slumber. There are three goblins remaining, one of which the PCs recognise as the troop's leader.
OOC:
Goblins can no longer be killed automatically, attack rolls are required.
Jan 15, 2018 10:13 am
In a fit of rage Petrev throws the lifeless goblin at the startled goblin holding his weapons in an attempt to tangle it in it's lifeless companion.

Rolls

Athletics check for throwing the dead goblin into a living one. - (1d20+4)

(3) + 4 = 7

Jan 15, 2018 10:30 am
OOC:
Hold up, Mantra and Momo have to act, then the NPCs have their turn.
Jan 15, 2018 2:08 pm
Momo feels no sympathy for the evil little things as they scream and scatter. The greataxe was the perfect weapon for beheading a sleeping goblin. It'll have to do while he swings it with the others nearby. Maybe up and down, instead of left and right?, Momo thinks to himself. He attacks the nearest one with his axe already in hand.

Rolls

attack with greataxe - (1d20+5, 1d12+3)

1d20+5 : (13) + 5 = 18

1d12+3 : (2) + 3 = 5

Jan 15, 2018 3:23 pm
Mantra hangs back at the edge of the clearing and casts disguise self to look like a tall, muscular, slightly transparent goblin.
Jan 15, 2018 4:03 pm
Momo's goblin is badly wounded by the crushing blow but survives.

The goblins scramble for their weapons and begin to fight back.

Unwilling to fire into the swirling melee, Morgle watches from the edge of the clearing, an arrow nocked.
OOC:
Remember, all PCs are on 1 hp.
PCs may now act in any order

Rolls

Goblin damage on Momo - (1d6+2)

(2) + 2 = 4

Goblin damage on Davrick - (1d6+3)

(5) + 3 = 8

Goblin attack on Petrev - (1d20+4)

(19) + 4 = 23

Goblin damage on Petrev - (1d6+2)

(5) + 2 = 7

Jan 15, 2018 4:05 pm
OOC:
adding dropped rolls

Rolls

Goblin attack on Momo - (1d20+4)

(4) + 4 = 8

Goblin attack on Davrick - (1d20+5)

(12) + 5 = 17

Jan 15, 2018 4:24 pm
Mantra facepalms from the shadows at his comrades who didn't run when they had the chance. The ground starts rumbling.
Jan 15, 2018 8:18 pm
Once again Petrev collapses from his wounds.

Rolls

Death save - (1d20)

(12) = 12

Jan 16, 2018 7:21 pm
OOC:
Davrick and Momo.
Jan 16, 2018 8:36 pm
Davrick being focused on the goblin that he just ended for touching his weapons doesnt see the next attack coming in and drops again

Rolls

death saving - (1d20)

(12) = 12

Jan 16, 2018 8:57 pm
Momo's relentless attacking continues.

Rolls

attack with greataxe - (1d20+5, 1d12+3)

1d20+5 : (14) + 5 = 19

1d12+3 : (6) + 3 = 9

Jan 17, 2018 4:11 am
Momo finishes off the wounded goblin.

Two goblins are still alive. Yelling curses and threats, they charge at Momo, seeking vengeance for their fallen comrades.

Rolls

Goblin damage on Momo #1 - (1d6+2)

(4) + 2 = 6

Goblin damage on Momo #2 - (1d6+3)

(4) + 3 = 7

Jan 17, 2018 4:12 am
OOC:
adding dropped attack rolls

Rolls

Attack on Momo #1 - (1d20+4)

(14) + 4 = 18

Attack on Momo #2 - (1d20+5)

(1) + 5 = 6

Jan 17, 2018 4:14 am
As Momo goes down, Morgle has a clear shot at the goblins and looses an arrow, but his shot is wide.
OOC:
Players may now act in any order.

Rolls

Longbow - (1d20+5)

(5) + 5 = 10

Damage - (1d8+3)

(4) + 3 = 7

Jan 17, 2018 4:17 am
Robago says:
As Momo goes down, Morgle has a clear shot at the goblins and looses an arrow.
OOC:
Don't forget Relentless Assault. I didn't use it last battle because it was obvious we were supposed to be defeated. I choose to use it now.
[ +- ] Relentless Assault
Jan 17, 2018 4:23 am
Mantra starts slowly approaching the goblin camp in ghost-goblin-ancestor form and casts healing word on Petrev, pronouncing the verbal components of the spell loudly and for all to hear.

Rolls

healing word healing - (1d4+3)

(1) + 3 = 4

Jan 17, 2018 5:26 am
Petrev, slowly comes to, maintaining his position and shaming being out of the fight, tensing his grip on the dagger, he looks for an unaware target as well as looking for enemies close enough to be an immediate concern.
OOC:
Petrev uses the ready action until a goblin presents its back to him and no other goblins are looking at him. Then he will attack from behind with the dagger. The athlete feat allows him to use minimal movememt to go from prone to standing. Do i get advantage for a surprise attack?

HP = 4
Last edited January 17, 2018 2:29 pm

Rolls

Dagger attack (with finesse) as per ready action - (1d20+5, 1d4+3)

1d20+5 : (6) + 5 = 11

1d4+3 : (4) + 3 = 7

Adv dagger attack - (1d20+5, 1d4+3)

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

1d4+3 : (4) + 3 = 7

Jan 17, 2018 5:59 am
davrick continues to lay on the ground on deaths door

Rolls

death saving - (1d20)

(19) = 19

Jan 17, 2018 6:00 am
OOC:
You were on 0 hit points so you should have 4.
Jan 17, 2018 6:02 am
OOC:
Momo is up on 1 hp and can act if he wants.
Petrev can have advantage for a surprise attack.
Mantra still has an action if he wants to use it, as Healing Word is a bonus action.
Jan 17, 2018 6:10 am
OOC:
Nah I'm good. I'm waiting for the goblins' attention.
Jan 17, 2018 2:02 pm
The quality of Momo's greataxe isn't perfect, but the weight and balance still feel good enough for him to swing it all day. "If I never see another goblin, it'll be just fine with me." He steps towards the leader goblin and yells, "I hate you! DIE!"

Rolls

attack with greataxe - (1d20+5, 1d12+3)

1d20+5 : (1) + 5 = 6

1d12+3 : (8) + 3 = 11

Jan 17, 2018 3:37 pm
The goblin leader jerks out of the path of Momo's swing and ripostes a sword-stroke.

The other goblin sneaks around behind Momo, unwittingly exposing its back to Petrev, who springs to his feet and coolly stabs it in the back.

Morgle's bow sings again, launching an arrow at the goblin leader, who is now the only remaining goblin.
OOC:
Back to players, who may act in any order.

Rolls

Damage on Momo - (1d6+3)

(1) + 3 = 4

Damage on Leader - (1d8+3)

(7) + 3 = 10

Jan 17, 2018 3:38 pm
OOC:
Attack rolls dropped again!

Rolls

Arrow on Leader - (1d20+5)

(3) + 5 = 8

Jan 17, 2018 3:39 pm
OOC:
And against Momo.

Rolls

Attack on Momo - (1d20+5)

(17) + 5 = 22

Jan 17, 2018 4:00 pm
OOC:
endermun are you saying I should be at 4? You cat healing word on petrov
Jan 17, 2018 4:24 pm
OOC:
Nevermind.
Jan 17, 2018 9:25 pm
Petrev lines up to throw the dagger at the last Goblin while preparing to keep his distance.

Rolls

Throw dagger - (1d20+5, 1d4+3)

1d20+5 : (19) + 5 = 24

1d4+3 : (3) + 3 = 6

Jan 18, 2018 12:30 am
The strength and ferocity within Momo faded almost instantly, and he fell to the ground. He tried to yell out curses at the goblins, but he had no energy for it. He closed his eyes embracing sleep...or death.
Last edited January 18, 2018 12:31 am

Rolls

death saving throw - (1d20)

(5) = 5

Jan 18, 2018 2:25 am
A small amount of blood trails out of Davricks mouth as he lays on the ground
Last edited January 18, 2018 2:26 am

Rolls

death saving - (1d20)

(7) = 7

Jan 18, 2018 4:40 am
Mantra will further attempt to gain the goblins' attention as he approaches by yelling infernal nonsense in an amplified and ethereal sounding voice (thaumaturgy).
Jan 18, 2018 5:31 am
Morgle fires again at the goblin leader. The arrow punches through the goblin's leathers and punctures a lung. The goblin sinks to its knees, wheezing, and then collapses.
OOC:
Ignore the attacks against Petrev.
Combat is over.

Rolls

Attack on Petrev - (1d20+5)

(7) + 5 = 12

Attack on Petrev - Disadv - (1d20+5)

(11) + 5 = 16

Damage on Petrev - (1d6+3)

(6) + 3 = 9

Arrow at goblin - (1d20+5)

(9) + 5 = 14

Arrow damage - (1d8+3)

(1) + 3 = 4

Jan 18, 2018 4:09 pm
Mantra dispels the goblin guise and walks up to Davrick. Well that was interesting. Could have gone a bit better. He bends down to stop the rogue from dying.
OOC:
Stablization is a DC 10 check.

Rolls

Medicine - (1d20)

(17) = 17

Jan 19, 2018 3:41 am
OOC:
Could you please be a little more descriptive?
Jan 19, 2018 4:16 am
Mantra sheds his goblin disguise, it fading like a candle in the wind and blowing away like smoke. He walks confidently over to the downed halfling, uttering the words Well that was a bit interesting. Could've gone a bit better.The tiefling bends down, creating a crease in his pants as he begins to operate on Davrick who, having been punctured by many arrows, was quite hurt. He begins by checking for a pulse. Detecting one, then checks the eyes to see if they're dilated as an indication of brain injury. Detecting nothing indicating that he suffered a major concussion, he checks if the arrows are barbed. If they are, he breaks the shafts and pushes the arrow through his limbs in order to free the arrowhead. If they aren't, well there's no point typing the barbed possibility. Perhaps the dungeon master could be more descriptive. Then, he stops the bleeding by finding a suitable bacteria-free rag from the ground and pressing it onto the wound, paying no mind to what goblins would use the rag for as he prefers not to think about it. Beyond that, with Mantra's limited medical knowledge, Mantra slaps Davrick's face a bit. A hearty series of smacks rings out into the otherwise peaceful woods as contrasted with the stark silence. He'll be fine. Mantra says, disgruntled that he had to spend about thirty minutes on something that should've been five.
Jan 19, 2018 7:05 am
OOC:
lols
Jan 19, 2018 9:14 am
OOC:
Thank you, that's much better.
Jan 20, 2018 12:54 am
OOC:
What is Petrev doing?
Jan 20, 2018 3:12 am
A much releaved to no longer be at deaths door, is inspecting his wounds, satisfied with his weakened condition. Petrev walks over to the goblin that presumed to touch his weapons, picks up his boarding ax and proceeds to hack the corpse apart, then moves onto each goblin that touched him and repeats his actions. Shortly after his rage sated, a gore speckled Petrev them procedes to search the bodies and the surounding area for loot.
DAMN this goblin shit in my eyes, i cant see anything.
Last edited January 20, 2018 3:14 am

Rolls

Perception check looking for loot. - (1d20+1)

(3) + 1 = 4

Jan 20, 2018 3:17 am
OOC:
Momo's still dying so Mantra will repeat the above to Momo.
Edit: except this time he's still dying.
Last edited January 20, 2018 3:18 am

Rolls

Medicine - (1d20)

(5) = 5

Jan 20, 2018 5:59 am
OOC:
i could try and help but considering my rolls i dont think the -1 modifier would be much assistance.
Jan 21, 2018 11:23 am
Morgle and the wolves join Mantra. 'Give this to your friend,' he says, proffering a small gourd. Mantra recognises the tell-tale sweet smell of bilberries and horse chestnut. 'It's the last of Lenor's healing brew. I think she would want you to have it.'

Petrev's eyes are drawn to the fallen goblin leader's sword. Impossibly flawless, the polished blade gleams in the moonlight.
OOC:
The sword is a +1 shortsword.
Jan 21, 2018 11:33 am
Well, well, well. What do we have here? The balance is excellent, the steel is flawless, the edge unmarred. Perhaps this will replace my old parrying dagger.
Petrev, looks for the swords scabard, so it can be belted on. I continue my search for items to appease the jealosy of the other members of our party.
Jan 21, 2018 3:00 pm
Mantra takes the brew with a steely face. Thanks. He then proceeds to pour the drought into Momo's mouth and make him swallow it.
Jan 22, 2018 6:59 am
Petrev finds a variety of brightly-coloured mushrooms in a goblin belt-pouch, and also collects ten gold pieces worth of currency in various denominations. After Petrev completes his search, Morgle cuts the ears off the corpses, then starts to rebuild the fire. 'The pack will dine well tonight,' he says with a toothy grin.

The healing liquid takes effect quickly, restoring Momo to consciousness. Davrick also begins to regain his wits, though both feel very weak.
OOC:
Momo and Davrick are now conscious and have 1 hp.
What do you want to do?
Jan 22, 2018 7:14 am
ugh did I get stepped on by a dragon I feel like hell.

Oh you are building a fire ill just lay do....


Davrick trails off after the beating he took just wants the day to be over
Jan 22, 2018 9:40 am
Hmmm, I've heard of the healing powers of goblin shrooms, this might be a good time to test this.
Deep inside Petrevs mind a small voice is saying THIS IS A BAD IDEA, after sitting and staring blankly for a while Petrev calls out to Mantra and Morgle
[B]Hey, have you guys heard of goblin healing mushrooms, any idea if these are them?[\b]
Jan 22, 2018 2:18 pm
Momo's eyes snapped open and his senses began feeding information to his brain once more. His mind tried to process the sudden overload, but it was slow going. He moved his large hands to the sides of his head and massaged his skull. He saw Mantra looking down at him.

"Hello. I am Momo." It was all he could think to say as he tried to sit up. "Is everyone alive? Where are we? Do we still have to do this job? It's not worth it. I think I will go back to Cyrus and quit."
Jan 23, 2018 2:19 pm
'Good,' Morgle says. 'Only bad things come from being involved with men and their ilk. Better stick to your own kind, your parents should have taught you that.' He strips a goblin corpse and begins skinning it with a large knife.
OOC:
If you want to take some time to play out some conversations, go for it. When you are collectively ready to move on, let me know.
Jan 23, 2018 2:34 pm
I wouldn't quit now just because some goblins ambushed us. Plus, I'm sure you'll have to walk back alone.
Jan 27, 2018 3:59 am
OOC:
Posting seems to have slowed down. Are people absent or just not sure what to do?
Jan 27, 2018 4:05 am
OOC:
I think each of us was respecting other players' desire to RP anything else. I'm ready to roll on if everyone else is.
Jan 27, 2018 4:15 am
Well if no one else is interested in these mushrooms, i might try a nibble of the small pink one, anyone else want to try one?
Petrev, nibbles a tiny piece of the pink mushroom, waiting to see if there is any burning or other adverse affects.j
Jan 27, 2018 7:21 am
The mushroom has a strong, tangy but not unpleasant taste. Some time after eating the tiny morsel, Petrev notices that his mood has brightened, enough that he is not at all bothered by the vague sense of unseen things at the edge of his vision.
Jan 27, 2018 7:43 am
Hmmm, well this day ended far better than it could have,
Would anyone like some fungi
Jan 28, 2018 2:31 pm
OOC:
Since noone's engaging with each other, I suggest we pick things up the next morning. It is Tuesday morning, the party is on Wednesday evening, and the group is about a full day's travel from the town of Peshtar, near Othorion's manor.
The smell of burned flesh lingers in the air, but otherwise there is no sign of Morgle and the wolves. Everyone feels refreshed after a long and deep slumber, albeit stiff and sore after the trials of the previous day. The morning sky is grey and a persistent drizzle has turned the forest floor to mud.
OOC:
What is everyone doing?
Jan 28, 2018 2:35 pm
Mantra is silently walking along, glad that they left early.
Jan 28, 2018 9:35 pm
Petrev has woken refreshed and cheerful, despite his near death yesterday. With a surprising clear head and a incredibly cheerful frame of mind he starts to prattle at his companions. Come on fellows lets be off, this job wont get done by itself. I bet our big friend here might come join me in dealing with that little crettin Cyrus when we are done? I have been thinking of a few ways we can fix his smart little bullying operation.
As we wander through the forest my prattling dies down as i focus my attention on the sounds and rythems of the forrst, listening for anything odd.

Rolls

Persuasion check - (1d20+1)

(14) + 1 = 15

Jan 29, 2018 5:13 pm
Momo grabs his gear and starts walking. "Sorry that I busted up the wagon. Now we have to walk. I hope Mr. Barret doesn't get too upset."
Jan 30, 2018 6:15 am
Davrick hops behind momo trying to keep up with his much longer strides

Not a huge fan of walking long distances but at least i am alive, It is a price that had to be paid momo, never seen anyone flip a wagon over like it was nothing
Jan 30, 2018 7:38 am
If you are feeling a bit out of sorts, do yourself a favour have a nibble of this proffering the small pink mushroom.
Jan 31, 2018 12:19 pm
The showers continue unabated through the day's wearying march, and the party are thoroughly soaked and chilled when they arrive at Peshtar at dusk.

A small and modest – bordering on decrepit – town, Peshtar seems to exist entirely so Lord Othorion need not rub shoulders with (shudder) commoners. The residents' livelihood comes from servicing demands issued from Othorion manor – and preferably fulfilled out of the lord's sight. The town's businesses comprise a few artisans and a single inn, The Copper Lion.
Jan 31, 2018 12:25 pm
Petrev spies the inn and comments to his companions
Its time for ale, a warm bed and a meal. Hopefully the money from the goblins will cover it..
OOC:
do we have any of the clothes and our tickets for the ball after being subdued by the goblins?
Jan 31, 2018 12:48 pm
OOC:
Yes, the party still has everything they had before, including fancy clothes and tickets.
Feb 2, 2018 3:05 pm
OOC:
What's everyone doing?
Feb 3, 2018 4:10 am
OOC:
Having an ale, a warm bed, and a meal presumably.
Not in that order though.
Feb 3, 2018 5:39 am
The accomodation at The Copper Lion is rustic but comfortable. After a hearty meal by the fire, the PCs retire to bed.

They awake in the morning to find breakfast being served. Evidently other party guests are also staying in the inn, as several richly-dressed customers obviously do not fit with the inn's modest trappings.
OOC:
It is now the day of the party. Othorion manor is about twenty minutes away by foot. The meeting referred to in Davrick's note takes place at noon. How do you spend the morning?
Feb 4, 2018 1:35 am
Mantra, already dressed and ready, begins by improving his reputation with the other party-people. He pulls out his lute and leisurely tunes it in a chair in the corner of the common room. He then begins to play and sing a song about a happy-go-lucky traveler who gets past all of the complications of his journey through luck.

Rolls

Performance - (1d20+5)

(15) + 5 = 20

Feb 4, 2018 1:55 am
Petrev spends the morning bathing and preening himself before dressing in his better clothes and settles in for breakfast and mingling with other guests, regaling them with stories of adventures on the high seas.

Rolls

Performance - (1d20+2)

(16) + 2 = 18

Feb 5, 2018 4:24 pm
OOC:
wishidbeen has apparently left the game on his own, without saying anything. What I'd like to do, if everyone is amenable, is continue with the players we have, with Linus chipping in with short posts when he can. How does that sound?
Mantra and Petrev impress the guests mightily with their respective talents, building up a stock of goodwill they may be able to exploit to their advantage later on. Mantra receives requests for particular well-known tunes, and Petrev is called upon several times to repeat his stories to new listeners.

Just shy of noon several guards, wearing the red and black livery of Lord Othorion over their mail, enter the tavern. 'We have received notice that a well-known thief, one halfling, is in this establishment, intending to commit conspiracy to unlawfully obtain property belonging to his lordship, the honourable Othorion!' one declares, reading from a scroll. The guards seize Davrick, the only halfling in the common room, and search him. Finding the note, they arrest him and march him out of the inn. Questions are asked about the halfling's companions, but Mantra's and Petrev's many new friends vouch for their character and refuse to accept that they are involved.

From a table in the corner, a shady-looking pair, one half-elf and one human, watch the proceedings with quiet intensity, taking pains to draw no attention to themselves.
Feb 7, 2018 3:47 pm
Momo nudges the two that weren't arrested, "That pair over there are kind of looking at us, I think. Maybe one of you should talk to them. It could be another trap by that jerk Cyrus."

Thinking about Cyrus, Momo became noticeably frustrated. "Do you think Cyrus turned in Davrick?"
Feb 7, 2018 10:41 pm
I agree Momo, maybe a chat with our watchers is in order, but first let me stir the pot a little.
Petrev continues talking to the other guests, he starts to insinuate that perhaps the shady pair in the corner might have been working with the halfling or maybe even that it wasnt halfling but half elf they were looking for. Perhaps someone should get the guards

Rolls

Performance - (1d20+2)

(13) + 2 = 15

Feb 9, 2018 10:55 pm
Mantra walks up to them. Hey, what're you looking at?
Feb 10, 2018 12:40 pm
The half-elf ignores the question and says: 'Hey, you came in with the Run– I mean, with that halfling that was just arrested. My associate and I might have a business proposition for you. Think it over, we'll talk later.' Meanwhile, the crowd is murmuring, with people beginning to stare. The pair look uncomfortable with the attention and attempt a discreet move towards the back door.
Feb 10, 2018 10:35 pm
Petrev casually blocks the back door.
Without looking at anyone in particular, he saysIt seems you were all right, the halfling was taken by mistake and it was the half elf they were after.
In a quieter whisper only the pair can hearCyrus shouldn't have sent you and you shouldn't have gotten our halfling imprisoned.
Again in a louder voice what are you dropping there? Petrev drops his own letter from Cyrus, before picking it up again.
Feb 11, 2018 3:09 am
Mantra turns to Petrev. Stop. I want to hear them out.
Mantra then turns his attention back to the two. We can't think over something we haven't heard.
Feb 11, 2018 3:32 am
fair enough, perhaps i have been a bit hasty whispers Petrev to Mantra
Feb 11, 2018 6:11 am
'It's a, uh, delicate matter. This is not the best place to discuss it. But we think you might be good people to do business with, so we want you to keep an open mind.'

'What are you doing? I didn't drop anything!' the human protests indignantly.

The captain and two other guards are led back into the inn by one of the guest. 'Is there a problem here?' the captain asks.
Feb 11, 2018 6:28 am
Nope, false alarm.
Feb 12, 2018 10:22 am
'Excuse me, sir,' the captain says. 'But I was speaking to this gentleman.'

'No, no, everything's alright,' the human replies. 'My friend and I were just about to go outside for some fresh air.' The two exit through the inn's back door.

You notice a resemblance between one of the guards and the human.
Feb 12, 2018 12:41 pm
Well, Mantra lets hope they have something good for us.
I think our only chance of getting those two out of the way just walked out the door.
Feb 12, 2018 12:59 pm
I don't know why you're so suspicious. We can still kill them if they try to mess with us. Surely, if they wanted to stop us, they could have just called the guards on us. Mantra says quietly.
Feb 12, 2018 1:03 pm
Petrev quietly repliesDon't think of it as suspicious, more just overly concerned about someone already knowing about us when we arrived and having lost one of our party. While they seemed to be waiting for us. But yes on the bright side we can kill them if need be, but considering how much one of them looked like the guard that might be another problem.
OOC:
how long till the party?
Last edited February 12, 2018 1:04 pm
Feb 12, 2018 1:18 pm
OOC:
About five hours.
Feb 12, 2018 1:24 pm
OOC:
thank you
To Petrev's companions he quietly saysWell friends, let us go prepare ourselves for the festivities.
More loudlyMy friends and i are going to prepare for tonights party, would any of you other invitees wish to head over with us?

Rolls

Persuasion check - (1d20+2)

(15) + 2 = 17

Feb 13, 2018 6:12 am
OOC:
Just to clarify, are you asking them to head over with you right now, or later on?
Feb 13, 2018 8:03 am
OOC:
later on, after we have preened sufficiently:-)
Feb 14, 2018 6:12 am
The idea is received warmly, with several guests approving of the idea.
Feb 16, 2018 6:32 am
OOC:
Anything in particular you guys want to do before the party starts?
Feb 16, 2018 9:35 am
After a few hours of primping and preening including several trips down to the bar to encourage
The other guests to excessive drinking. Figuring that extra drunk at the party will help create distractions.
Then at the party i might mix in the minced goblin mushrooms just to make it even more chaotic.
Feb 16, 2018 12:36 pm
Momo doesn't drink nor have mushrooms. He is ready well before anyone else and sits in the room waiting. He has no idea why it takes hours just to change clothes. He changed his clothes in a matter of minutes. He bristles at the thought of bathing and washing like the others are doing.
Feb 16, 2018 2:28 pm
Petrev makes his way down to the common room, dressed in his new clothes without a hair out of place. In a pouch on his belt is the now minced mushrooms. While affecting a drunker demeaner than he really is, he gathers the other guest for several more toasts, ensuring the alcohol fueled mayhem he has created is at its peak as they wait for Mantra.
Quietly he speaks to Momo "With these drunk guests and those goblin mushrooms, we can guarantee that there will be plenty of distractions for us to do our job.
Last edited February 16, 2018 2:30 pm
Feb 18, 2018 8:24 am
The party make their way along the winding path to Othorion's house. A throng of guests accompany them, some singing arm-in-arm, others laughing drunkenly as walk.

The forest gives way to a large clearing. Ahead of you, you can see a villa lit by several torches. The wind carries sounds of laughter and merriment, the party sounds like it is full of revelers. A slow moving line of well-dressed people has formed near the entrance.
Feb 18, 2018 9:41 am
Unobtrusively Petrev pats the dagger nestled between his shoulders, figuring that the guards will take his rapier until he offers to do display bouts of fencing against any takers as a light hearted gentlemanly display.
While waiting in line Petrev starts telling stories of his dashing adventures at sea.
OOC:
i swear this dice roller hates me :-)
Last edited February 18, 2018 9:42 am

Rolls

Performance - (1d20+2)

(2) + 2 = 4

Feb 18, 2018 10:22 am
'Aw, stow it, Peshtrev!' slurs an old, richly-dressed elf near Petrev. 'That's what you shailors shay, ishn't it? Stow it? Shounds like a shmall furry animal... a-haha. Anywaysh, we've heard all your damned shtories too many timesh already. And if you were such a great shailor, how come you're here sho bloody far from the shea?' Several others chorus the question.
Feb 18, 2018 12:12 pm
Petrev chuckles in reply.
That is a story of love, love taken and revenge, and i dont want to spoil our hosts party with such a sad tale. But if people wish to question my stories, perhaps some of you would like to try a few friendly exchanges to the first touch with the rapier? Pick a master and stay true to their style,
And let us enjoy some friendly sport?
Feb 18, 2018 12:53 pm
'Ha! I'll take you on!' says the elderly elf. 'I'll have you know I was the best fensher in the Varenth in my youth – you don't shtand a chansh!' After several attempts he succeeds in drawing a rapier and holds it up en garde, then lunges at Petrev.
OOC:
Make an attack roll against AC 9.

Rolls

Rapier - (1d20+1)

(13) + 1 = 14

Rapier (Disadvantage) - (1d20+1)

(14) + 1 = 15

Feb 19, 2018 3:44 am
Smiling and calling out encouragement, Petrev goes to counter the lunge.

Rolls

Attack Roll - (1d20+5)

(4) + 5 = 9

Feb 19, 2018 4:55 am
The crowd 'ooohs' appreciatively at Petrev's display of skill. A guard arrives and says firmly 'Please, gentlemen, if you'll just follow me, I'll escort you to the cloak room where you can check these weapons.'

As you approach the house, you are directed to a coat check window on your right. A guard with deep circles under his eyes sits behind the window. 'Tickets, please' he says with an outstretched hand. 'Are there any items that you would like to check?'
Feb 19, 2018 6:22 am
Petrev produces his ticket and proffers his belted rapier.
My good fellow, later this evening i was hoping to offer your master displays of fencing by the masters, but in the mean time please feel free to hold this for me. And if you could put a coat of wax on the leathers and a spot of oil on the blade i would be very happy.

Rolls

Persuasion check - (1d20+2)

(15) + 2 = 17

Feb 19, 2018 8:33 am
After a whispered conference with Petrev's escort, the coat check guard takes the rapier and hands you a ticket for it. 'Certainly sir, just send for it and it'll be brought for you.' The guard waves you onward.

The nicely tiled floor of the coat check leads to a large room that is the hub of the house. There is a small pool in the center of the room, presumably used for collecting rainwater. Four large torches near the corners of the pool cast a dull light over room. There are doors in all directions, although none are open. Guards direct guests toward a large hallway to the west that doubtlessly leads to the party.
Feb 19, 2018 1:00 pm
Momo will spend the first few moments looking around to get a feel for exit points.

Rolls

Investigate - (1d20-1)

(14) - 1 = 13

Feb 19, 2018 2:45 pm
Momo notices that the rooms close to the front entrance have large windows, that might serve as exits in a pinch. While approaching the house he also got a glimpse of the gardens, further back on the south side of the house. These are surrounded by a wrought-iron fence that is tall, but possibly climbable.
Feb 23, 2018 8:56 am
The atrium is spotless. Several glass cases line the walls, displaying Lord Othorion’s collection of treasures. Well-dressed party goers converse, dance, and drink. Some break away to marvel at the Lord Othorion's prized artefacts. In the center of the room, a case holding a floating, irridescent orb is guarded by a mean-looking, well-armed guard.

Liveried servants scurry back and forth carrying trays of wine and hors d'oeuvres for the guests. Lord Othorion himself, garishly overdressed – nearly to the point of caricature – is moving between the nobles, engaging them in small talk.
Feb 23, 2018 9:31 am
Petrev, spends sometime wandering with the guests from the Inn, encouraging more drinking from the already drunk guests. While no one is near the tables bearing the food, he spinkles the ground goblin mushrooms.
With a chuckle, Petrev says to himself quietly, thus should be interesting.

Rolls

Sleight of Hand - (1d20+5)

(19) + 5 = 24

Feb 23, 2018 1:04 pm
Mantra, silently taking all of this in, struts up to the mean looking guard. Hey man, how's life?
Feb 23, 2018 1:28 pm
Petrev wanders past his companions and whispers dont eat the foods, and watch out for the distraction.
Feb 24, 2018 5:14 am
The guard is wearing plate mail emblazoned with the Othorion sigil, and is armed with a greatsword. He looks like he knows how to handle it, and has several scars attesting to his experience. Mantra notices that his eyes occasionally drift toward the large trays of wine that servants are carrying back and forth, licking his lips. 'I am blessed to serve milord Othorion. Milord is a great man,' he says as if by rote. 'and I am honoured by the trust he places in me. I hope you are enjoying the party, sir or madam.' He coughs, covering his mouth. 'I mean, I hope you are enjoying the party, sir!

'Well-said, Cirn, one thinks that perhaps you are worthy of the great honour I do you, after all. Lord Othorion says, joining Mantra and the guard. 'A fine piece, is it not?' he asks, pointing out the orb. 'A piece of pure elemental chaos, notice the ever-changing shape and colour – no combination is ever repeated, not in a million years. But!' his voice grows louder, now obviously addressing the whole gathering, 'Believe it or not, this is ranks but second among my treasures. Ladies and gentlemen, honoured guests, allow me to present the woman who makes me the happiest man in the multiverse, my darling fiance!'

He gestures to the hallway, where, making her entrance bedecked in glittering jewellery and wearing a stunning golden gown, is Petrev's lost love.
OOC:
Jace.72 could you please give us a description (and a name) for this person.
Feb 24, 2018 8:09 am
Petrev freezes in mid sentence, his concentration broken. Slowly he turns and looks up from under his fringe, as his lost love walks regally down the stairs. Her youthful face still fresh in his memory, the ruddy brown hair, full of odd curls, the whispy down on her cheeks and chin, her thick black eyebrow running coarsely above her brown eyes. Her prominent teeth splitting her thin lips in a scintillating smile. Looks nothing like this stunning beauty. This can't be right. This isnt Buttercup, this is her irritating younger sister Margery. How could this be? He was there when the Lord announced his marriage, he watched Buttercup get into the carriage. What had he missed, he had not been there at the beginning of the announcement. Had Margery already been in the carriage by that time.
Come to think of it Buttercup wasnt as pretty as he remembered, was his memory playing tricks on him, the light had been dim up in the hayloft that night, when she had slowly removed her clothes and taken him to bed in the hay. He had been pretty drunk and had tripped and smashed his head on the ladder, adding concussion to his drunken state. Had the last part of his life been dedicated to the hazy drunken memory of the first lass who had let him between her thighs, the years at sea, the life and death battles, the horrible torture he had committed. All for the memory of a lass who could be quarter orc.
I should be buying the Lord a drink not stealing from him, but a job is a job and i really want to stab Cyrus in the face when this is over.
Well it is time for a stiff drink.
Feb 24, 2018 8:15 am
OH NO
Petrev freezes and tries to back away behind the other guests as Buttercup follows her sister down the stairs. He had been so wrong, a quarter Orc, what nonsense. She was clearly a lot more than that. The down had grown into thin wiry beard, the teeth were almost tusk like. What had he been thinking? Now that he thought about it, wasnt Buttercup rumored to have been from the mothers first marriage to Org? Oh shit, not to Org to an Orc.
Feb 27, 2018 12:52 pm
Applause ripples through the assembled guests as Margery makes her entrance, beaming radiantly. Othorion leaves Matra and Cirn, meeting Margery and and taking her hands in his, before introducing her and Buttercup to some of the more important people in attendance.
OOC:
Jace.72 please give me a Stealth role to see if Petrev avoids being noticed by Buttercup.
Feb 27, 2018 12:54 pm
OOC:
oh shit, this roller hates me
Petrev sidles back into the crowd attempting to hide in plain sight.

Rolls

Stealth Check - (1d20+3)

(6) + 3 = 9

Feb 27, 2018 1:12 pm
Momo walks up to Petrev. "You look like you've seen your own ghost."
Feb 27, 2018 7:53 pm
Wide eyed, Petrev looks up at Momo and gulpsthis is worse.
Mar 2, 2018 5:44 am
As the sisters walk up to Othorion, Buttercup locks eyes with Petrev. Her face twists with emotion – she seems surprised, confused and definitely unhappy to see him.

People are beginning to notice that the party isn't mixing and partaking with the usual polite small-talk. Petrev's attempt to hide behind nearby guests was obvious to those around him, prompting curious looks and muttered questions.
Mar 4, 2018 11:55 am
Knowing he has been spotted, Petrev decides that he is best to approach this head on.
Stepping torwards Buttercup, Petrev drops to a knee and taking her hand in the stunned silence of the room as all eyes turn towards him. Deciding that (almost complete) honesty is the best policy.
My love, can it be? You are not married? When i saw you enter my lords carriage i could not bare to stay and fled to the sea. Can you ever forgive me?

Rolls

Performance - (1d20+2)

(19) + 2 = 21

Mar 4, 2018 3:03 pm
Buttercup shoots Petrev a look that ought to have stuck at least four inches out of his back. She grabs his wrist and hauls him to his feet, every bit as strong as she looks. 'What in the Nine bloody Hells are you doing? You're going to ruin everything, you idiot!' she hisses in his ear, the final word oozing contempt. She begins to drag Petrev towards the exit leading to the garden.

'Excuse me, boy, but do you know what's going on?' a thin voice asks Momo. The speaker is an elderly elf lady, the wife of the drunken elf noble that Petrev duelled earlier. 'Ha! Sherves him right!' the husband slurs. 'I know he bloody well cheated, and the gods hate a cheater, you- you bloody pirate! Thish ish your jusht dessherts!' he finishes by yelling at Petrev.

'And I thought this was going to be dull!' Cirn chuckles quietly to Mantra.
Mar 4, 2018 8:56 pm
Petrev stumbles along behind Buttercup, neither the dumb look on his face or the struggling along behind her being being pretense.
Mar 5, 2018 3:55 am
Buttercup drags Petrev out to the garden. 'Leave us!' she thunders at the gaggle of servants and the guards that had followed, before shoving Petrev bodily to the turf in front of her.

Blinking back tears, she marshals her dignity and says, 'Do you know, Petrev, that never in our lives had anyone ever chosen me over Margery? Have you ever wondered what might happen if someone did? Well, I'll tell you. After we were together, Margery went crazy for you – you were the one thing she couldn't have. Then you did the worst thing possible: you ran off to sea. She built up a– a crazy image of you in her mind, made you the face of a total fantasy. She nearly broke off the engagement a dozen times. Twice I had to stop her running away to find you. Finally, I thought she was getting over you, and once again you do the worst thing possible! Right in front of her, in front of everyone, on her special night! This engagement was the best thing to ever happen to our family, and you're going to wreck it!'
Mar 5, 2018 4:44 am
Mantra grabs two glasses of wine and shuffles back over to the orb-guard. He puts one toward the guard for him to take. What do you think that's about?
Mar 5, 2018 5:45 am
'I have no idea, never seen the gentleman before in my life. Lady Buttercup seems very upset though, and I always thought she was quite level-headed. You know, I really shouldn't be drinking whilst on duty,' Cirn says. He wavers for a moment then takes the glass. 'On the other hand, it would be rude to refuse, wouldn't it? I couldn't possibly offend milord's guests.' He quickly drinks the wine and hands the glass back to Mantra with a wink.
Mar 5, 2018 1:37 pm
Robago says:
'Excuse me, boy, but do you know what's going on?' a thin voice asks Momo. The speaker is an elderly elf lady, the wife of the drunken elf noble that Petrev duelled earlier. 'Ha! Sherves him right!' the husband slurs. 'I know he bloody well cheated, and the gods hate a cheater, you- you bloody pirate! Thish ish your jusht dessherts!' he finishes by yelling at Petrev.
The large half-orc turns to the old people. "Hello. I am Momo. I don't know what's happening. Mr. Othorion said he was going to show us a treasure, but then two women came out. I'm waiting to see the treasure."
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Mar 6, 2018 5:43 am
The elf laughs uproariously, but his wife slaps his arm and looks at Momo with something between pity and tenderness. "I think Lord Othorion meant that his fiancée, Miss Margery, is as precious to him as treasure," she says gently.
OOC:
Have an Inspiration token, Momo's misinterpretations have been great.
Mar 6, 2018 7:15 am
Stunned silence is all Petrev can muster, this usually verbose pirate is completely at a lose for words. Petrev manages to catch himself before saying "i could have slept with the pretty one". Instead he says
I am truly sorry, i had no intention of doing anything other than coming here and sticking a sword into his lordship, for stealing you away from me.
I am happy to be out of here as quick as possible but i am also here on a job, again designed to tweak his lordships nose.
Mar 6, 2018 8:36 am
"Stick a sword in him?!" Buttercup shrieks. "Job? What job? You can't go back in there! Oh, what are we going to do? I don't know what sin I am being punished for, Petrev, but it must have been horrible to have to suffer you as my penance."
Mar 6, 2018 12:57 pm
Momo nods at the nice lady. "Oh. Thank you. Excuse me."

Momo makes his way to Mantra. "So, I have a question for you." He looks at the men standing near Mantra and steps several yards away, waiting for Mantra to follow.
Mar 6, 2018 2:14 pm
Yes? Mantra asks, walking a ways away from the guard.
Mar 6, 2018 2:18 pm
Momo speaks very softly. "Mr. Othorion is guarding the orb and worried about it being stolen, but he said the lady was his most prized treasure. The lady has no guards. I think we should steal the lady and make him trade. What do you think?"
Mar 6, 2018 2:31 pm
That would be too obviouss. I'm thinking I could get this guard drunk enough to leave so I can take his place and, when the time is right, a distraction could be made and I could switch the orb with an illusion. Mantra explains. Also, if you could go to the courtyard and fetch Petrev so he snaps out of whatever mood he's in, that would be great.
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Mar 6, 2018 2:32 pm
OOC:
How is the room lit, may I ask? Also, how big is the orb?
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Mar 6, 2018 2:57 pm
OOC:
Large oil lamps are on stands in each corner of the room, and three chandeliers hang from the ceiling, evenly spaced.
The orb is about the size of a fist.
Mar 13, 2018 4:26 am
Why shouldn't i stick him, he is a pillock. As for the job that is not your business, but it wont harm you or your sister. What do you know of the Orb andl how it is protected?
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Rolls

Persuasion check - (1d20+2)

(11) + 2 = 13

Mar 13, 2018 12:40 pm
Mantra continues to casually get the guard drinks until he's thouroghly drunk.
Mar 14, 2018 1:10 pm
Margery walks a few steps in the direction of the garden, an intense look on her face, before Othorion catches her arm and redirects her to a group of guests. They seem to have a whispered argument, before Othorion loudly begins making introductions.

Cirn gratefully takes another drink and his tongue starts to loosen. 'You know, everyone in this hall envies her,' he says, looking at Margery, 'but I don't. Don't get me wrong, she's very beautiful – and if she had her sister's brain, she'd be the perfect woman – but it's a gilded cage, that life, boring and empty. What I wouldn't give to be back in the field,' he sighs. A pair of young women, having broken off to admire the orb, rejoin their party. Mantra overhears a nasty joke made about himself preferring the company of 'the help', that draws a round of deep laughter.


'That's my brother-in-law-to-be you're talking about!' snaps Buttercup. 'He may not be perfect, but neither is Margery, and as a matter of fact I think they complement each other pretty well. He likes to collect trophies and she likes to be one. And at least he's rich enough to keep her in luxury – what's the most you've ever done for a woman, give her the most disappointing two minutes of her life?' She claps her hands to her mouth, horrified to have gone so far. 'I'm sorry, Petrev, I shouldn't have said that. I don't like that orb, it scares me. It's something from the elemental plane of Chaos. As far as I can work out, that housing keeps it in check somehow, otherwise it would warp reality around it. You- oh gods no, please don't tell me you're here to steal it!'
Mar 14, 2018 1:27 pm
Taking Buttercups arm in his and smiling at her for the benefit of nosy onlookers and also to comfort Buttercup. He whispers Well, i had that coming and too be honest you got me pretty drunk, I'm lucky i lasted that long smiling at Buttercup honestly.
Continuing to whisper How about i do you and Margery a favour, let me remove that cursed object from your house and let you go back to your life here. That thing will bring you nothing but disaster and strife. And if it casuses him anguish than that is what he deserves for causing me to spend years at sea with a broken heart.
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Mar 16, 2018 9:43 am
Buttercup sighs deeply. 'Alright, I'll help you – but you have to guarantee you won't steal anything else, or cause any other harm. And you have to tell Margery that you'll be permanently unavailable, that you're going to join a religious order or something. And don't you dare let me down, or breathe a word of this to anybody.'
OOC:
What has Momo been doing while this is all going on?
Mar 16, 2018 12:22 pm
Just walking around with a blank look, really. Mantra and Petrev give him the impression that they understand what's going to happen but Momo is clueless.
Mar 16, 2018 11:22 pm
Petrev looks at Buttercup.
Ok, i can work with that. I can promise you i won't steal anything else or harm anyone who isnt attacking me.
What so you suggest is the best way to steal the Orb?
The Margery thing is going to be far trickier.
Mar 17, 2018 4:49 pm
Buttercup firmly disengages Petrev's arm. 'You're the criminal mastermind in this partnership,' she says. 'You tell me what you need.'

A guard approaches Momo. 'Sir, is everything alright? Can I help you with anything' he asks.
Mar 17, 2018 5:06 pm
Mantra nods to Cirn I understand completely. I could never live a restricted life like that. That's why I travel a lot. Mantra continues to supply drink.
Mar 18, 2018 3:52 am
Momo looks at the man and waves. "Hello. I am Momo." He then waits for a reply from his new conversation friend.
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Mar 18, 2018 10:57 am
Quietly to ButtercupWhat i need most is information, what can you tell me about how the Orb is secured and any unexpected traps?
Mar 19, 2018 3:02 pm
As Mantra receives a drink from a servant bearing a tray, he notices that the servant is in fact the half-elf encountered at the Copper Lion earlier that day.

'The cabinet has a small lock on it, but as far as I know, that's all. That's why Cirn is there to guard it,' Buttercup tells Petrev.

The guard with Momo gulps nervously and asks, 'Uh, milord, where are your estates located, if you don't mind me asking?' and raises his hand in some sort of signal. He is joined shortly after by another guard. After eyeing the hulking half-orc, the new guard also raises his hand.

'Oh hey! About time something interesting happened around here,' Cirn says. 'Do me a favour, would you? Mind this thing for me. I'll be back soon,' he says to Mantra, and joins the two guards attending to Momo, rolling his shoulders and cracking his knuckles enthusiastically.

Cirn passes Othorion, who stares at him, mouth agape, before exploding with rage. 'Cirn, what are you doing? I gave you strict instruct– have you been drinking? How dare you disrespect my house with such blatant dereliction of duty! You filthy gutter-snipe, I knew you were unworthy of the honour of serving House Othorion! And in front of all my guests, what an insult! What an absolute outrage!'
Mar 19, 2018 3:21 pm
Momo looks confusingly at the little man. "Where are my estates located? I didn't even know I had estates. Is there someone that can tell me about my estates? Is this a scam where you say I have to pay you to learn more? I'm smarter than that. I'm going to report you to the authorities for scamming these nice people."

Momo turns around looking for the nice lady. "Excuse me, where can I report this man for scamming people? He's telling people they have estates but then making them pay to learn more about them."
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Mar 20, 2018 12:24 am
Petrev seeing things start to look like getting out of hand. Excuses himself to Buttercup and prepares to reenter the room.
Exclaiming loudly in a clear and commanding voice, usually reserved for mid battle on a ship.
WELL, it looks like this gathering is primed for a display of Vadi's rapier. I am happy to take on any challengers to the first touch of course. None of that silly blood letting or fights to the death. (Focusing on the guards around Momo). You two gentlemen look like you know which is the pointy end of a sword. Why dont one of you two dears go get my blades from the entry, (their lack of reply, only encourages Petrev to bait them more). Even this lively old gent was more courageous than you two. Come now step up, let me have my dagger and i'll happily fence you both together
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Mar 22, 2018 3:08 pm
OOC:
What's Mantra doing whilst this is happening?
Mar 22, 2018 4:31 pm
Mantra will cast an illusion around the orb and quickly shove the real one in a sack. He will then run around a corner and disguise himself as another party guest, whether he is noticed or not.
OOC:
Advantage for everyone being distracted?
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Rolls

Sleight of Hand - (1d20+4)

(7) + 4 = 11

Mar 23, 2018 5:04 pm
Several things happen at more or less the same time.

'Look out, sonny! There's a face on your spider! Don't worry, I'll get it,' the 'nice lady' says to Momo, giggling, her pupils strangely dilated. She slaps his face, hard.

The two guards become extremely animated. 'Sir! We cannot allow you to harass other guests. I'm afraid we will have to escort you from the premises at once!' they say to Momo.

Othorion rounds on Petrev, transferring his fury from the hapless Cirn. 'You again! What gives you the right to interrupt me? You dare mock me in my own hall? Who are you? How did you even get in here? Yes, one wonders who the fuck you are!'

Mantra's illusion is perfect, and he smoothly gathers the orb from its case. The thing seems alive in his grasp, and he feels magical power flowing into him. As soon as he deposits it in his pouch, someone grabs him roughly and he feels the point of a blade pressing against his side. 'Listen good and don't try anything, this dagger is poisoned,' Mantra recognises the voice of the half-elf, dropped to a hissing whisper. 'We're going to walk back to the kitchen, side by side, like we're best friends. Then you're going to give me the orb, and I'll let you go.'
OOC:
-Mantra's Strength is temporarily increased to 20.
-Momo and Petrev have their backs to Mantra; they do not see what has happened to him.
-I'll remind everyone that all obvious weapons and armour were cloaked as a condition of entry.
-From now on I'll treat this as combat, all PCs act next in any order, then the NPCs act.
Mar 23, 2018 5:48 pm
Sure, fine. Just don't stab me. Mantra says, feeling his new strength and formulating a plan of escape.
Mar 24, 2018 1:41 am
Petrev rolls his eye's and sighs.
Firstly my lord, i really dont think you want to know who i am, that just ends up in buckets of blood. So how about we say that my estates are vast, as are my resources.
Secondly how did i mock you?
Thirdly, i was attempting to make an obviously disastrous error by your guards not happen.

During his reply to Orthorion, Petrev manouvers himself so no attackers are behind him and carwfully raises his empty hand to infront of his chest. Ready to parry or grapple.
OOC:
while petrev has moved about 5' and raised his hands, he has made no attacking actions. Instead relying on a verbal att attempt to difuse the situation, now hoping for a good roll.

Rolls

Intimidation roll - (1d20+4)

(4) + 4 = 8

Mar 25, 2018 2:41 am
Momo just says "Ok" to the guards, waiting on them to escort him out.
Mar 25, 2018 12:59 pm
'Now, my lord, we'd prefer if you'd come along quietly,' one of the guards says to Momo, whilst the other watches intently, one hand on his sword-hilt. 'Straight through to the front door will do, no need to make a fuss.' He points the way.

'This is my house, and I am only the one allowed to yell in it!' Othorion yells at Petrev. 'This is the second time you have tried to upstage me and I will not stand for it! Not only are you ruining my soirée, your shameful display of bad manners is soiling my home! Cirn, if you will remove this offending disgrace from my house you are entirely absolved, and I will double your pay for the next year!'

'I'm sorry, lord Othorion,' Cirn says stiffly, 'but some things cannot be bought with gold. I can no longer continue in your service.' he walks toward the front entrance, closely passing Momo and the two guards.

Mantra and his captor reach the kitchen, where the half-elf's human comrade waits. 'Alright, hand it over and don't try anything funny,' the half-elf says to Mantra.

Mantra feels a pulse of energy from the orb. Suddenly the sound of breaking glass fills the air as every piece of glass in the hall shatters. The shards fly through the air and swirl around Mantra and the half-elf, leaping and slashing violently at the pair. Simultaneously, small chittering, mephitic, rat-sized demons scurry forth from Mantra's pockets and sleeves and sally forth to defend Mantra from the attacking shards.

Having no such protection, the half-elf is suffers several deep cuts, but does not release his hold on Mantra. 'You bastard! Cut it out and give me the orb right now or you're dead meat!' he snarls.
OOC:
-Mantra takes 1d8 damage from the glass shards, please make a Dexterity save at disadvantage (against DC 13) to halve the damage.
-Players may now act in any order.

Rolls

Damage - glass shards - (1d8)

(5) = 5

Mar 25, 2018 1:37 pm
So much for being quiet. Mantra states some magic words and does some magic gestures and a burst of energy blasts forth frlm him. Meanwhile he will try to command the orb to stop.

If the spell is effective, he will run away through the back rooms and such until the effects of the or.b stop.
OOC:
Thunderwave. Very useful in these types of situations. DC 13 Con save or they take 2d8 damage and are pushed 10 ft from me.
Thunderwave:
Bardic Inspiration Die: d6
Bardic Inspiration Status: 3/3
Spell Slots: 1st 1/2

4/9 HP | 13 AC | Inspiration 0 | Fire Resistance
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Rolls

Dex Save - (1d20+4, 1d20+4)

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

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

Thunderwave damage - (2d8)

(24) = 6

Mar 25, 2018 6:26 pm
Fine, fine. I'll be leaving, then.
Smiling broadly Petrev heads towards the front to collect his weapons and exit the building just behind Momo.
Hearing the glass shattering and the thunderous boom, Petrev ushers Momo towards the treeline to wait for Mantra.
Mar 26, 2018 6:49 am
The orb channels power into Mantra's spell, amplifying it greatly. Mantra is hurled backwards, deafened by the concussive burst of energy that leaps from his hands. The spell devastates the entire kitchen, collapsing the walls and roof. The human and half-elf vanish beneath the rubble.

The magic's force warps the fabric of existence, and Mantra finds himself surrounded by four copies of himself, each subtly different, pulled from alternate realities. For an instant they gape at each other in surprise and confusion, whilst the orb pulses with pleasure, enjoying the chaos it has wrought – then all of them (including the original Mantra) simultaneously transform into potted plants.
OOC:
-Mantra is currently incapacitated, deafened and has vulnerability to all damage.
-Petrev, if you want to change your action in light of what happened, that's fine.
Mar 26, 2018 1:13 pm
OOC:
Petrev is happy being outside but when the kitchen goes down Petrev realises that when he left the room that Mantra wasnt in sight and the door behind him led to the now collapsed section of the building.
Petrev stares in astonishment at the ruined area of the building and makes his way there to look for Mantra, and what he suspects is the now stolen Orb.
Mar 27, 2018 2:19 pm
OOC:
Momo to act, then the NPCs go
Mar 27, 2018 2:32 pm
OOC:
Momo will tag along with Petrev. He's at a complete loss on what's happening.
Mar 28, 2018 1:18 pm
Guests flee the house in panic. Momo and Petrev are forgotten by the guards as they respond to the sudden calamity. Guards from nearby areas converge on the room, pushing through the escaping crowds, making six in total in the hall. They mill around in confusion, trampling one of the potted plants. Lord Othorion is screaming at the guards in incoherent frustration.

Mantra (and his remaining copies) revert back to their proper form. The guards look at them with a mixture of fear and suspicion. Mantra is struck by a violent coughing fit, and disgorges a glowing potion in a crystal tube. The orb emits pulses that could be chuckles.

Buttercup passes Petrev in the crowd, looking furious. 'You said you wouldn't cause any damage!' she says.
OOC:
-Players may now act in any order
-The three alternative-reality Mantras are NPCs and will act independently
-Mantra is no longer incapacitated, deafened or vulnerable to damage
Mar 28, 2018 3:55 pm
Alright, me's, we gotta leave. Now. Mantra finds an exit and runs into the woods. He also hands the potion in s the crystal vial to one of the Alternate-Mantras.
OOC:
What do these altrrnste-mantras look like?
Mar 29, 2018 1:20 pm
OOC:
One appears nearly identical to actual Mantra, one looks like a beggar and one is wearing ornate black armour and carrying a hellish-looking black sword.
Apr 1, 2018 3:01 pm
OOC:
It's Petrev and Momo's turn
Apr 2, 2018 7:47 am
Petrev looks at Buttercup and says i didnt hurt anyone, as h e tries to spy Mantra around the house.
OOC:
what do you want me to roll to check for him? Investigation or Perception?
Apr 2, 2018 11:46 am
OOC:
You can spot him without needing to roll, that doesn't need an action. He seems to be heading towards the garden (the nearest exit)
Apr 2, 2018 1:05 pm
Momo heads toward Mantra. "Did you do that to the house?"
Apr 2, 2018 11:03 pm
Petrev heads after Mantra and Momo.
Apr 3, 2018 11:35 am
Green flames run down the length of Scary-Mantra's sword and he cuts one of the guards down with a vicious sword-stroke. Three of the remaining guards counter-attack and bring him down.

Beggar-Mantra runs off towards a different exit. A guard chases him.

The remaining Alternate Mantra follows the real Mantra. Two guards are in pursuit.

A flock of roughly forty human-sized geese descend into the garden, honking loudly. They are now between the party and the garden fence (which is climbable).
OOC:
A DC 10 Athletics or Acrobatics check will allow you to vault the fence.
Players may now act in any order.
Apr 3, 2018 11:50 am
Mantra whispers to Momo and Petrev Go away! . He then continues to run like hell over around the fence with similar-Mantra close behind.
OOC:
Strength is still 20, eh?
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Rolls

Athletics - (1d20+5)

(1) + 5 = 6

Apr 3, 2018 12:09 pm
Momo has no idea what's going on, so he tries to hop the fence and run away.

Rolls

Athletics - (1d20+5)

(15) + 5 = 20

Apr 3, 2018 12:12 pm
As Mantra attempts to climb the fence, one of the giant geese bumps into him, knocking him to the ground.

Showing Mantra how it's done, Momo easily clears the barrier.
OOC:
The fence surrounds the garden, to leave the estate you must get over it, or go back into the house and find another exit.
Petrev still to act.
Apr 3, 2018 8:20 pm
Petrev attempts to follow Momo over the fence.

Rolls

Acrobatics - (1d20+5)

(9) + 5 = 14

Apr 4, 2018 11:29 am
Petrev makes it over the fence and follows Momo.

The guards enter the garden, halting momentarily in surprise as they are confronted by the flock of enormous geese. Othorion arrives shortly after them, bearing the flaming demon-sword and looking murderously angry. He beheads the closest goose in a burst of fury and the remainder stampede around the garden.

All trees in the garden suddenly vanish.

Alternate Mantra cups his hands and offers to boost Mantra over the fence.
OOC:
Mantra can have advantage on the roll to get over the fence.
Players may now act in any order.
Apr 4, 2018 11:33 am
Thanks. Mantra, with the help of alternate-Mantra, will once again attempt to jump the fence.

Rolls

Athletics - (1d20+5, 1d20+5)

1d20+5 : (6) + 5 = 11

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

Apr 4, 2018 11:56 am
Mantra's double nearly throws him over the fence, so powerful is the boost. As Mantra lands, it strikes him that Alternate-Mantra is extremely strong, in fact as strong as he is.
Apr 5, 2018 2:47 pm
OOC:
It's Petrev and Momo's turn to act.
Apr 6, 2018 5:46 am
Seeing the flaming demon sword and Mantra suddenly apearing over the fence Petrev thinks that staying out of sight is a great option and quickly becons to Mantra to follow them into the forest and away into the night.
Apr 8, 2018 6:45 am
OOC:
I'll take it that Momo also runs off with Mantra and Petrev.
Alternate-Mantra does not follow you over the garden fence. Instead, he moves his hands and chants as if casting a spell, and suddenly takes on the appearance of a guard, complete with gear. He looks startled for a moment, then vanishes. A few seconds later he reappears, visibly aged. He skirts the edge of the garden, heading back into the house.

Meanwhile, Othorion and the guards bull their way through the crazed flock of giant geese to the fence and attempt to clamber over. The guards are dislodged by attacks from the geese, but with a great effort, Othorion pulls himself over the fence.
OOC:
Mantra's Strength is back to normal now.
Players may act in any order.
Apr 8, 2018 6:54 am
So, can we keep this up, long enough to get away with the Orb.
With a laugh You couldn't have planned a heist kike that if you tried
Apr 8, 2018 7:00 am
Well it would help if this orb wasn't making all this happen. I would have gotten away with it otherwise. Mantra says, running still.
Apr 8, 2018 7:30 am
The party is now deep in the woods beyond Othorion manor. It's a safe bet that they'll never find you in the forest at night. A flicker of green light at the edge of the woods indicates Othorion, who the party can hear shouting insults, both at them and at his 'useless' guards.
Apr 10, 2018 9:43 am
OOC:
If nobody objects, I think we might wrap things up here, with the PCs making a clean getaway.
Apr 10, 2018 12:46 pm
OOC:
Yeah lets do as long as the orb has stopped freaking the fuck out.
Apr 17, 2018 4:15 pm
If the PCs get away, and we wrap up then I want it on record that we murderhobo Cyrus.

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