Seeing no reason not to eat the pancakes Lord Jarot digs in. Fort defense is 14 if he gets a save roll=7 gee I hope I did that wrong fort defense-10+1d20 right? and i'm not sure if is unconscious or not
If aware he will be recovering around space F2
Saves and Defenses in 4e
Right, so things have changed a little since 3rd edition. Fort, Reflex, and Will are just defense types like AC is. All attacks are going to be against one of those four defenses. The save mechanic is now basically a duration tracker. In almost all cases, you make a saving throw by rolling a d20, adding absolutely nothing, and hoping you got a 10 or higher. So your save would have actually been a 3.
For example, in 3rd edition if a dragon breathed fire on you, you would get to make a reflex save to avoid it. In 4e, now the dragon is the one rolling the dice to see if you're hit. If you are hit, then in later rounds you'll take saving throws to see whether you keep burning.
So in the case of the pancakes, the 18 Kalidrev rolled was an attack against Fort (I assume). If this matched or beat your Fort, your character was "hit" by the pancakes. Then we had to make saves to see how quickly we recovered from the booze.
Normally, the only downside to failing a save is that you're still affected by the condition (for example, you're still on fire). Occasionally you'll be hit by things like these pancakes, that punish you even harder for failing a save. The medusa's turn to stone ability works like this, as first you're slowed, then immobilized, then petrified as you continue to fail saves, representing a gradual turning into stone.
So the pancakes hit your Fort, and you failed your first save, which means you are currently unconscious.
Quote:
Originally Posted by dimsdale
Lo-Kag stirs from his deep sleep and gets up. "Did I miss anything?"
"Yeah, breakfast. Just kidding, there's still some left. You should try the pancakes," Alexia replies, radiating innocence.
After everyone is done eating (and either shake off or wake up from the drunko-cakes!) Gurdis cleans up the table and goes to her room. A few minutes later, she announces that she will be leaving for the day, but would be back to cook dinner. She wishes Alexia and Gurdan a good shift and heads out the door in her jewelry and fur coat. You can still see her glitter at the end of the massive bridge that spans between the two towers.
ooc
For those who are awake, please tell me what you plan to do for the next 6 hours.
Lord Jarot
You can make a save every hour against being passed out. So go ahead and make 6 saves and show me how long you're passed out for.
"Yeah, breakfast. Just kidding, there's still some left. You should try the pancakes," Alexia replies, radiating innocence.
"Pancakes? I've never heard of pancakes. I'm quite hungry though, hungry enough to eat a horse...yes a horse." Lo-Kag walks over to the plate of remaining pancakes, not noticing Lord Jarot still agonizing over the effects of the homemade batch,, and takes a large bite.
He chews on the pancakes a couple times and the gulps it down dragon style. "Aaaaahhhhhh...delicious!" Looking around the room an noticing everyone staring at him, turns to Alexia, "Alexia, thank you for the suggestion. I must ask our host for the recipe when she gets back...hey, what's everyone staring at...and what what happened to you Lord Jarot?"
With his hunger pains gone, Lo-Kag returns to his spot by the fireplace, only to see everyone still staring at him. "Alright, what's going on?" , Lo-Kag says as if he knows that he's the victim of some type of joke, but taking it in stride. He then grins a teethy grin and shakes his head from side-to-side, and takes his sword out ready to be in guard mode again, even though it is not his shift.
LOL, you don't get bonuses to saves (well okay, some do, but it's rare. Like warforged vs ongoing damage, or dwarves vs poison...) like that. The pankakes rolled an 18 vs Fort. THEN if the pankakes hit, you are slowed; save ends. If you failed your first save, you get knocked unconcious; save ends. Lo-Kag has a Fort defense of 19, which the pankakes did not meet, so you RP'd it perfectly, but I just wanted you to be aware of the mechanical aspects of things for when the real fights come into play ^_^
After an hour of dreamland, Lord Jarot recovers from his pancake induced slumber and looks around, seeing the now-awake (and completely unaffected) dragonborn, ready for duty, even though it's not yet his shift.
Lord Jarot
You also notice that there is a bit of syrup on his face and wonder why it is that he wasn't passed out and you were! I mean, c'mon, you're Lord Jarot, right! How is this pretensious dragon going to out-do YOU!?
He chews on the pancakes a couple times and the gulps it down dragon style. "Aaaaahhhhhh...delicious!" Looking around the room an noticing everyone staring at him, turns to Alexia, "Alexia, thank you for the suggestion. I must ask our host for the recipe when she gets back...hey, what's everyone staring at...and what what happened to you Lord Jarot?"
"I know, aren't they great?" Alexia replies, doing a magnificent job of hiding her disappointment. "I must admit I'm a little surprised that our host is such a talented cook. Many people of her wealth would leave such things to servants. Although, now that I think of it, we really don't know a lot about her. I mean, she's clearly wealthy, but does anyone know who she is, or what's her position in society? How does one come into possession of that?" she muses, gesturing towards the pedestal. She then shrugs and returns to her lute.
activities
Alexia will spend the rest of her shift plucking away at her lute, unless interrupted.
[sblock=Dimsdale] LOL, you don't get bonuses to saves (well okay, some do, but it's rare. Like warforged vs ongoing damage, or dwarves vs poison...) like that. The pankakes rolled an 18 vs Fort. THEN if the pankakes hit, you are slowed; save ends. If you failed your first save, you get knocked unconcious; save ends. Lo-Kag has a Fort defense of 19, which the pankakes did not meet, so you RP'd it perfectly, but I just wanted you to be aware of the mechanical aspects of things for when the real fights come into play ^_^
ooc
Got it.
Lo-Kag stands at the ready. He smiles at Alexia as he wipes away the last of the syrup from his mouth with his snake-like tongue, then chuckles a bit.
After a while Lo-Kag states to his companions, "I've been thinking about our friend Gurtis for a while. If memory serves me correctly, this is what I know..."
You remember hearing about a minor noble named Gurkhim d'Kundarak who operated out of the Mror Holds. This noble became a merchant and was known for traveling throughout Khorvaire selling and trading his wares. His biggest seller? A potent syrup that the dwarves used for cooking. Most of his customers used it as a "sleeping aid"... on others. Unfortunately for Gurkhim, House Kundarak found out that Gurkhim was actually taking the syrup from the house's own supplies and was making personal profit off of these sales. House Kundarak stripped Gurkhim of his status and he became an outcast. Years later, Gurkhim found himself a wife and they had a daughter. One who looks quite similar to the female dwarf who's home you are now staying in.
While waiting on his shift, Gurdan listens to Alexia play.
"Ah, you have real talent," Gurdan says appreciatively, nodding along to the music. "And, from what I can hear, a bit of sorrow in your past."
Alexia blushes slightly and grins, "Thank you, but you're wrong. I mean, yes, obviously; no one gets through life unscarred. But I don't play dirges because I'm sad. I don't find them tragic; I simply find them calming. But working with necromancers tends to change one's attitude towards death."
Quote:
Originally Posted by Kalidrev
Half the day goes by and Gurdis has still not returned. At around 10 am, the group hears a knock at the front door.
"Hello? Is anyone home?"
Nature Check DC 12
The voice sounds like it is coming from a warforged.
Upon opening the door, Alexia can see a male warforged, dressed up in what you can only assume was meant to be a kind of business suit. Purple strips of cloth, sewn together with thin grey strips to create a really bad pin-stripe look cover the warforged's body. Strangest about him are the light green, almost yellow, panes of glass that cover where the red glow of a warforged's "eyes" are.
"GOOOOOD Morning young lady! Is the woman of the house at home? My name is Cellar and have I got a deal for your mother! Don't worry, I'll wait for you to go get her, I've got all the time in the world (don't need much sleep either)! If you could go get her I would greatly appreciate it!"
You notice that the warforged is carrying a large carpet bag and it looks like it's filled pretty much to the brim.
Gurdan rouses and follows Alexia to the door, shield and warhammer at the ready. He appears somewhat disappointed to discover that the visitor is not an immiediate threat, and his default sour expression returns.
Got a natural one. Go go passive Insight 19. And thank you, Alexia, for getting some of your bad rolls out of the way too.
Alexia responds with a predatory grin, "Oh, you wouldn't want to meet my mother, believe me." Then her expression reverts to a friendly smile, "Anyway, she doesn't live here. Why? What do you want?"
This warforged obviously is in desperate need to sell something. Why else would someone looking so raggedy and claiming to have a great deal for your mother say such a thing? Alexia fully believes this guys story, even though he keeps moving his head about in an attempt to look inside the house. Maybe he's looking for "your mother"?
"Well then!" he says, pushing his way past you. "If your mother doesn't live here, then YOU must be the woman of the house and in that case... " The warforged opens up and tips over his bag while standing in the middle of the room. A large clod of dirt and other nasty refuse comes spilling out all over the extremely expensive-looking carpet.
"OHHHH! Now look at that mess! How in the world are we going to clean that up?" The warforged looks around the room, the greenish yellow glass in his eyes glowing brightly.
Arcana 20
The glow of the warforgeds "glasses" seems to be some form of detection spell
Insight 15
The warforged is looking for something... but he's not looking for any cleaning supplies and his eyes keep resting ever so briefly on the pedestal and on the fireplace...
"Oh! I know! How about with THIS!?" Tipping the bag upright, he reaches in and pulls out a long cylindrical item with some kind of hose attached to it. "This is the Dragon Mouth Dirt Banisher 3000!" Flipping a switch he points the hose end at the dirt and dust and it starts sucking it all up. After only a second or two, the dirt is all cleaned up.
"The best thing about the DMDB3K is that it contains a bag of holding, so you'll only have to change the bag once every year and getting it over to the dumpster is as easy as carrying a one pound weight in your pocket! So whaddaya say? Could you use this in your home? I'll bet you could afford a measly 200 platinums, couldn't you? I mean... look at this place!" He motions around the room, his eyes sweeping the room along with this hands, eyes still glowing.
Alexia grimaces as the mess is made on the floor. "No, sir, please don't-" she suddenly stops short as she notices the warforged's eyes. Her eyes narrow menacingly, "Out, now." Her words are punctuated by the sound of metal on metal as she draws her sword, although for now she is content keeping it at her side rather than raising it in a threatening manner.
If the warforge's face could droop in surprise and fear... it would have as Alexia unsheathes her sword.
"Oh my.... well. I can see that my services will not be required here. I suppose it would be best if I were to leave." the warforged says, taking a few steps backwards towards the front door, his eyes sweeping the room once more, obviously taking note at the many different kinds of people...the many, rough, tough-looking adventurer-types and his eyes squint angrily.
Dropping the bag on the floor, the warforged grabs the cleaning machine and dashes over to the pedestal, grabbing at the sphere underneath the cloth covering. "But not before I get THIS!!" Grabbing the whole lot, he presses a button on the cleaning machine and POOF... he glows green and remains where he is. "What the!?" He presses the button a few more times in frustration, his glow increasing in brightness.
All of a sudden, the warforged winks out of existence. From the north, you can hear a screaming curse as the warforged reappears fifty feet to the north and begins tumbling towards the Cogs below. After a few moments, you no longer hear his screams. Looking over to the pedestal, you notice that the fake gem and cloth covering are no longer there, teleported away with the warforged.
The dragonborn steps towards the location of the gem and listens intently to the coversation between alexia and the warforged. His sword is drawn and he is in guarding position. "Everything ok there?" he shouts to alexia, but is not looking at her. He, instead is looking to see if anything is coming from somewhere else in the room, the window, the enterance way from Gurdis's room, the ceiling...
![[Adventure] The Second Day of Mourning (Judge: renau1g)](http://www.enworld.org/forum/iconimages/living-eberron/adventure-second-day-mourning-judge-renau1g_ltr.gif)
Linear Mode
And yet another word from our sponsors
