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(Adventure) The Burning Tower (Knight Otu Judging) [Concluded]
A thick cloud of smoke pours into the sky, and those responding to the fire brigade bells have no trouble finding the source of the alarm. A tall building several city blocks away from the Red Dragon Inn is belching smoke from its top floor windows. More ominously, crackling blue magical energy periodically shimmers around the tower. No actual flame can be seen, and even standing next to the tower, no unusual heat can be felt. Several other citizens mill about, uncertain of what to do. Most of the citizens seem overawed by the magic, and even members of the city guard seem unwilling to venture too close to the tower. A sign next to the door reads "Rilithorne, Mage. Comisions welcome, inquire within. Please knock before entering."
An official of the city guard [Knowledge(local) DC 8: Watch-Captain Frandeth. Note that knowledge DCs this low can be attempted untrained.] appears to be trying to rally the guard to investigate the building, pointing out loudly that any fire in the city could easilly spread from one building to the next. He doesn't seem to be having much luck in overcoming the superstitous fears of his subordinates.
Morulas comes up to the fire, carrying an old bucket of water thats leaking most of it's contents through the many cracks and holes.
Heading for that guard that seems to have some influence over the others the young elf asks:
"Woh..hail Mr..?" Lacking both a name and a title to adress the man by, Morulas shrugs and continues, he's new in town after all. "this does not seem to be a common fire, though the construction of your human dwellings may set the town ablaze before the night has ended."
Turning again for the tower, the elfs keen eyes make out the writing near the door, even at this distance and through all the smoke.
"Ah, the refuge of a human wizard, is it not? You know what caused this blaze? A fire at a mage's laboratory might proof quite dangerous I hear." he states with all earnesty, than looks around for other people that do not appear to be spooked by the magical flames.
OOC:How do you make the skill rolls here? Just roll some dice here on my desk?
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"My armor is like tenfold shields, my teeth are swords, my claws spears, the shock of my tail a thunderbolt, my wings a hurricane, and my breath death"
OOC: How do you make the skill rolls here? Just roll some dice here on my desk?
(Depends on the DM, but for such comparably inconsequential Knowledge checks, you often can. Patlin will decide how to conduct more important rolls. He might roll them, you might use an online die roller, or use the ENWorld dice tags.
Oh, and don't spoiler out OOC discussion; mark it otherwise. You could spoiler out Morulas speaking Elven, though. )
Judge Post (Depends on the DM, but for such comparably inconsequential Knowledge checks, you often can. Patlin will decide how to conduct more important rolls. He might roll them, you might use an online die roller, or use the ENWorld dice tags.
Yes, it was my intention that folks roll the knowledge check themselves, since it is of little to no consequence. Generally, I will be making the dice rolls. I intend to follow the example set by Manzanita, the DM of this thread. I'm fairly new to play by post gaming, and Manzanita seems to set a good example, so I will imitate (steal!) what I can...
Gorefoot comes running up to the tower, a bucket of water sloshing a little of it's contents onto the street. He looks about for a moment, shocked at the lack of a fire line and all of the people just milling about, barely giving the tower a second glance. He spots someone who looks like he's in charge (OOC: failed knowledge check, rolled a 7. I assume he looks important.), and approaches.
He looks angrily up at the man,"Why is everyone just standing around? Where is the fire brigade?"
He looks angrily up at the man,"Why is everyone just standing around? Where is the fire brigade?"
Watch Captain Frandeth frowns at the interruption, but after a moments thought a speculative gleam appears in his eye.
"A Fire Brigade I've got, but I don't have a fire to point them at. At least not a fire which I understand, or which these otherwise brave citizens are prepared to fight. There's a gods awful amount of smoke, a considerable amount of uncontrolled magic, but no actual flames as far as we can tell. What I need is some people who aren't afraid of a bit of stray magic, willing to go in and find out what's making all that blasted smoke. Then I need it stopped, before it gets worse. I don't know if it's something completely harmless, or if the place is going to start spewing forth fire elementals any minute now. I do know I'm willing to pay in gold to find out."
"Woh..hail Mr..?" Lacking both a name and a title to adress the man by, Morulas shrugs and continues, he's new in town after all. "this does not seem to be a common fire, though the construction of your human dwellings may set the town ablaze before the night has ended."
Turning again for the tower, the elfs keen eyes make out the writing near the door, even at this distance and through all the smoke.
"Ah, the refuge of a human wizard, is it not? You know what caused this blaze? A fire at a mage's laboratory might proof quite dangerous I hear.
"I'm Watch-Captain Frandeth. Yes, it could be dangerous indeed. Do you know anything about such fires? Or, perhaps, where to recruit someone who does?"
"I do know I'm willing to pay in gold to find out."
Rodimus thumbs himself in the chest. "Go in for gold."
He'll wait a moment to see if anybody wants to join him, and then goes to the tower's door... and knocks on it with his staff.
Location: Fort Leonard Wood MO then Malmstrom AFB MT in about 3 months.
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*Rhamos dashes to the scene fumbling with his armor as he runs*
"IS THERE ANYONE STILL IN THERE!" *the Half-orc yells*
*being met with not much more than awkward stares he rushes to the one of the nearby guards* "Whose in charge of the group here?" *is pointed toward the Watch Captain*
*dashes over to him*
"Whats......*huff*.... going..on?....*huff huff*"
*is explained to whats happening*
*runs to the man about to go in
"I will go in as well , you may need my strength to help pull anyone left in there out if they are hurt."
ooc: hopefully you won't mind my Half-orc Pally Rhamos Kahn joining the game do you?
Last edited by Xaov; 26th October 2004 at 05:26 AM..
Reason: for hobbes
ooc: hopefully you won't mind my Half-orc Pally Rhamos Kahn joining the game do you?
ooc: Happy to have him! A David Weber fan, perhaps? I'm waiting to see if we have any more join. Looking about, it seems we have a Ranger, Barbarian, Monk and Paladin so far. Remember, the Inn is still nearby if you want to return there in order to recruit more help...
A woman in scale armor comes following slightly behind the group, and sees the guard captain speaking to the rest of the Inn's contingent. Seeing them milling about in a manner just as disorganized, if perhaps more courageous, as the bucket chain was, she slips into her accostomed position of command. She strides up to the guard captain.
"I am Fant of Lionel," she says, speaking in a respectful but not subservient tone- treating the captain as a peer, "and I will offer my services in an attempt to expidite this process. Now," she says, raising her voice to be heard by all of the group above the din, "Mr. Gorefoot, if you would please open that door in the most efficient manner possible?"
ooc: Fant is a noblewoman and a former military officer. So she will "take command," and order you around, albiet politely. I assure you that no offense is intended to the players in this respect (and the PCs, of course, are under no obligation to obey ).
__________________ “Taxation is very much like dairy farming. The task is to extract the maximum amount of milk with the minimum amount of moo. And I'm afraid to say, that these days, all I'm getting is moo.”
Last edited by Thomas Hobbes; 26th October 2004 at 04:49 AM..
Location: Fort Leonard Wood MO then Malmstrom AFB MT in about 3 months.
Posts: 421
(I am going to use diplomacy to see if I can get anyone in the crowd to give us a hand.)
OOC: could you explain how using skills works for this?
*looking around the crowd Rhamos shouts out* "Is there anyone in this crowd of onlookers willing to risk their own lives for the sake of another? We know not what lies beyond these doors and could use as much support as possible for going inside! WILL ANYONE COME WITH US!"
Last edited by Xaov; 26th October 2004 at 05:29 AM..
OOC: could you explain how using skills works for this?
OOC: All of the people that will wind up going in to the tower will be player characters. If you would like, you may make your diplomacy check and post it, giving other PCs something to respond to in their roleplaying.
"WHATEVER PERSONAL MOTIVES MAY DRIVE YOU! WILL ANYONE COME FORTH AND JOIN US IN GOING INSIDE WE KNOW NOT WHAT LIES INSIDE! WILL YOU HELP US!" *the half-orc shouts*
Last edited by Xaov; 26th October 2004 at 05:32 AM..
ooc: A couple requests to y'all- one, could you either describe your character's physical appearance and mannerisms? Another good thing to do is put a link to your character in your signature, which allows both the DM and other players to do a quick check of what you look like (and for the DM, what your stats are). Second, could you not use colored texts? No matter what color you use, there's probably a board color scheme that makes it hard to see (I'm using black-and-grey, which makes dark green difficult to read). Quotes are usually a good indicator of when you're speaking.
__________________ “Taxation is very much like dairy farming. The task is to extract the maximum amount of milk with the minimum amount of moo. And I'm afraid to say, that these days, all I'm getting is moo.”
A beautiful young woman with flowing locks of strawberry blond comes jogging up behind Fant. Her pale blue eyes widen at the comotion. She places one hand on Fant's shoulder. "Good thing you're taking charge around here. I'll see if Fridly can find out any more up there."
Shooing the small white owl off her shoulder and onto her wrist, she brings her face close to him. She tries to comunicate that fire would be worrisome and then flings him into the air. The owl will not go into the smoke, but hopefully will try to see if any flames are visible from above.
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"Persephone." Fant nods respectful greeting. "Any idea what's going on? I think you're the first with expertise on the scene."
Fant is a tall woman with dark brown hair pulled back out of her face in a bun, and her features, while not entirely beautiful, areuncanny in their symmetry. She has an assertive posture and manner. She wears scale armor and has a sword at her side; judging by its hilt, which features a green gemstone, it is of exceedingly high quality.
ooc: Thanks, Xaov!
__________________ “Taxation is very much like dairy farming. The task is to extract the maximum amount of milk with the minimum amount of moo. And I'm afraid to say, that these days, all I'm getting is moo.”
Location: Fort Leonard Wood MO then Malmstrom AFB MT in about 3 months.
Posts: 421
Rhamos Kahn is a man of valor, his demeanor firm, though at times a bit rough on the edges he is good at heart. His family Halberd Kalgovia is always at his side as it was given to him by his father who had wielded it before him, almost 10 generations of Kahn blood flow through its' blade, not only does Rhamos see it as a good luck charm but also as a sign of the honor of his family.
His build is strong like that of a well trained fighter. His hair is black, pulled back most of the time. His mind always focused on his dream as well as serving Heironeous who was the patron of all the warriors in Kahn's family. His eyes are black, they are watchful like a mother to her child always watching.
Rhamos' dream is to one day have his own kingdom, name it after his family, and have it be one of the strongest kingdoms in the land. If he accomplishes this. When death comes to take his soul into paradise he will be willingly go, and let his son continue to uphold the honor of the family name.
The Deep Halfling Ishmael arrived on the scene. The bucket he carried seemed too big for his 2 and a half foot build. He wore a tabard that hid the cloth-thin mithral mail hauberk beneath it. Unreadied but visible is a scarred wooden kite shield. Likewise is a finely crafted warhammer hanging from his belt.
Upon the shield and the tabard is a downward pointing, rust colored sword. Those learned of peasant folklore are more likely recognize the symbol of the Wooden Sword than those of noble blood. Those of lower births are more likely to think of it kindly as well, since the order is the least prestigious of Enworld's knighthoods... and Ishmael is the smallest of the small in terms of build, rank and glory.
The halfling carried a noble air about himself as he viewed the conflaguration. He had left behind his favorite cloak and his equine friend to lend aid to the brigade. Such destruction was disheartening to Ishmael, even though he had witnessed the slaughter at St. Feragon's monastery and the wake of a cloaker infestation at Stonepike. Perhaps, t'was there was some persistent innocence in the Halfling still. He certainly looked the part of the naive, young, untested warrior. Those who've stood beside him and those who know better than to judge a book by its cover would recognize the Halfling's competence.
Ishmael recognized the commanding presence of Fant and of the Guard Captain. So he strode to them and offered his skills modestly. "I am Ishmael. How might I lend aid?"
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