Dark Days in Sion - Act 2: Scene 3
Tellerian Hawke
Defender of Oerth
Bill takes a seat where Jabbar indicated, and says, "Tea would be nice, thank you."
After the tea is served to him, Bill says, "Thank you, you're too kind. I suppose you're wanting to talk about the Hobgoblins, and their keen interest in producing my demise?" Bill laughs quietly,"It'll take more than a Hobgoblin scout and a pack of bloodthirsty pups to make that come to pass." Bill's face changes, from amusement, to a dark, brooding scowl. As he stares intently at his cup of tea, he continues, "I don't yet know who is behind all this, but that will change. It's only a matter of time. My patience is great, and my memory is long. There will be a reckoning."
Bill shakes his head slightly, as if woken from a daydream, and the smile returns to his face. "Sorry, it's not polite of me to be so moody. Please forgive me. And I'd like to thank you for your assistance earlier. It is sincerely appreciated." Bill takes his first sip of tea before continuing.
"Actually, I'd like to hear your thoughts on the matter. I take it from your comments earlier that you are familiar with Hobgoblins and their methods. Perhaps you have had troubles with them yourself, sometime in the past? If so, I'd appreciate any knowledge you could share with me. I've had limited experiences with them in the army, but that was in terms of unit to unit skirmishing. I've never actually dealt with them one on one before..." Bill gets a far-away look in his eyes; "Of course, my father and grandfather both died at the hands of Hobgoblins... perhaps my family is cursed. It's as if they know who I am, who my father was..."
Bill sits his cup down, and locks his fingers together beneath his chin, the way people do when they're thinking out loud. "Yes! YES! What if this is true? What if they harbor some secret hatred for me, because of some slight against them that is the result of my father's or grandfather's actions? Perhaps it is my entire family that is in danger, and not just myself? What concerns me most, of course, is how they were able to obtain the shawl scrap? That would suggest familiarity with my family, access to them on some level, at least close enough to steal a shawl. And how they were able to imitate her voice so perfectly? That would suggest some manner of spellcraft, would it not?"
Bill waits for Jabbar's reply.
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thisthingcantbedeleted
Explorer
Ersun
He strikes at thug #1 and takes a step [5 feet] ahead this time, to get a good angle at all three of the thugs with another colour spray while keeping Ania out of it's way.
[Standard Attack at Thug #1: 17]
[Damage on Thug #1: 10]
[Hit Location on Thug #1: 11, Gut, +1 Damage]
He strikes at thug #1 and takes a step [5 feet] ahead this time, to get a good angle at all three of the thugs with another colour spray while keeping Ania out of it's way.
[Standard Attack at Thug #1: 17]
[Damage on Thug #1: 10]
[Hit Location on Thug #1: 11, Gut, +1 Damage]
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narayan
Explorer
Folg, Mogan, Svexyn
Folg happily moves ahead, easily in his element though he must keep his eyes shaded from the sun with a makeshift hood of cloth wrapped around his head and shoulders. (Hide Check: = 25) You loose sight of the kobold for a minute or two from time to time as he vanishes within shadows and cover of terrain to better conceal himself.
Mogan and yourself on the other hand have to keep a fair distance from the inn (150 yards or so) to find decent cover from the buildings higher vantage point with the cover of the larger dunes. Of course you can clearly make out the number of windows and doors the inn has at that distance and also ascertain how many fireplaces and privy's it has.
Once you circle around the rear there are more dunes providing better cover so you can get closer (50 yards) where you can better observe the comings and goings from the back of the inn. You can see two men standing guard between the back doors, keeping watch over cooks and table maids who occasionally make their way towards the barn with empty jugs for water or baskets for foodstuffs. (Always from the backdoor closest to the privy and this occurs perhaps twice per hour)
There is also foot traffic to and from the other backdoor for scantily-clad females escorted by another guard who enters with them and leaves with them. (This seemingly occurs only about once per hour) You also spot what looks like paying patrons of the inn being escorted to the barn by a fourth guard who leaves with them and returns with them. (This only occurred once in two hours and the patrons remained in the barn for a half hour.)
The last thing you note from your observations is how the barn also has a few stable-hands who go and fetch patrons' mounts and bring them to and from the barn for shelter and care. It looks like there is an older, master stable-hand who comes and goes from the inn and directs the younger ones.
By now the sun has fallen close to dusk and it seems you have observed all the information you likely can before it grows dark. Folg hasn't been able to keep still for the last hour or so (a common problem for him) and went off on his own though promising to stay in shouting distance. However, just as you start to wonder where he is you find him beside you tugging at your sleeve with urgency.
Folg: -Speaking Draconic- "Master! Come quick, you need to see this!" He says gesturing to the dunes behind you within a hundred yards of your observation point.
Mogan: "Keep quiet lizard brain!" He hushes irritably, mostly because it annoys him greatly when Folg speaks to you in his native tongue knowing he cant understand it.
[Svexyn: What do you do? If you take time to move to see what Folg has found, you will have to circle back to where you started approaching the inn on the usual path in darkness, assuming you wish to approach by the usual path?]
Folg happily moves ahead, easily in his element though he must keep his eyes shaded from the sun with a makeshift hood of cloth wrapped around his head and shoulders. (Hide Check: = 25) You loose sight of the kobold for a minute or two from time to time as he vanishes within shadows and cover of terrain to better conceal himself.
Mogan and yourself on the other hand have to keep a fair distance from the inn (150 yards or so) to find decent cover from the buildings higher vantage point with the cover of the larger dunes. Of course you can clearly make out the number of windows and doors the inn has at that distance and also ascertain how many fireplaces and privy's it has.
Once you circle around the rear there are more dunes providing better cover so you can get closer (50 yards) where you can better observe the comings and goings from the back of the inn. You can see two men standing guard between the back doors, keeping watch over cooks and table maids who occasionally make their way towards the barn with empty jugs for water or baskets for foodstuffs. (Always from the backdoor closest to the privy and this occurs perhaps twice per hour)
There is also foot traffic to and from the other backdoor for scantily-clad females escorted by another guard who enters with them and leaves with them. (This seemingly occurs only about once per hour) You also spot what looks like paying patrons of the inn being escorted to the barn by a fourth guard who leaves with them and returns with them. (This only occurred once in two hours and the patrons remained in the barn for a half hour.)
The last thing you note from your observations is how the barn also has a few stable-hands who go and fetch patrons' mounts and bring them to and from the barn for shelter and care. It looks like there is an older, master stable-hand who comes and goes from the inn and directs the younger ones.
By now the sun has fallen close to dusk and it seems you have observed all the information you likely can before it grows dark. Folg hasn't been able to keep still for the last hour or so (a common problem for him) and went off on his own though promising to stay in shouting distance. However, just as you start to wonder where he is you find him beside you tugging at your sleeve with urgency.
Folg: -Speaking Draconic- "Master! Come quick, you need to see this!" He says gesturing to the dunes behind you within a hundred yards of your observation point.
Mogan: "Keep quiet lizard brain!" He hushes irritably, mostly because it annoys him greatly when Folg speaks to you in his native tongue knowing he cant understand it.
[Svexyn: What do you do? If you take time to move to see what Folg has found, you will have to circle back to where you started approaching the inn on the usual path in darkness, assuming you wish to approach by the usual path?]
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narayan
Explorer
Kryslogious
The Vul has a longspear which has reach, moving towards it provokes an attack of opportunity.
Vul Hunter: (Longspear attack: = 24, Hit!)(Location: Right Shoulder)(Damage: 6)
The Vuls longspear stabs through your full plate at your right shoulder, but that is not sufficient to stop your advance as you step forward and continue with your attempted trip attempt.
Your touch attack hits.
Vul Hunter: (Opposed Strength Check, DC 11: = 5, Fail)
You handily knock the Vul to the ground (They have a lighter body composition than you might guess), yet its wings react instinctively to help cushion its fall.
[Kryslogious: Does that end your turn or do you have another attack action?]
The Vul has a longspear which has reach, moving towards it provokes an attack of opportunity.
Vul Hunter: (Longspear attack: = 24, Hit!)(Location: Right Shoulder)(Damage: 6)
The Vuls longspear stabs through your full plate at your right shoulder, but that is not sufficient to stop your advance as you step forward and continue with your attempted trip attempt.
Your touch attack hits.
Vul Hunter: (Opposed Strength Check, DC 11: = 5, Fail)
You handily knock the Vul to the ground (They have a lighter body composition than you might guess), yet its wings react instinctively to help cushion its fall.
[Kryslogious: Does that end your turn or do you have another attack action?]
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narayan
Explorer
Bax, Ordechai, Wrenwil
Result of Sense Motive check_____________________________________
You can see fear in Ordechai's body language, though he tries hard to conceal it
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Ordechai: hmphs "Our uninvited guest won't like what we're cooking!" he says as he hands you a rolled up woolen blanket which feels heavier than it should. Indeed concealed within it you find the stock of the heavy crossbow he mentioned. Meanwhile he digs through the rest of his goods and produces the hidden bow and string that he also hands to you. -whispers- "Do your best to assemble the crossbow within the blanket where no one can see you do it."
[Note: Assembling the crossbow only by feel will require a (Craft: Weaponsmithing, DC 15) roll. Assuming you succeed you will still need to crank the string taught and load the crossbow with a bolt next round before you can fire it. You can also opt to assemble it in the open where you can see it, which is only a (Craft: Weaponsmithing, DC 12) roll.]
[Wrenwil: What do you do?]
Result of Sense Motive check_____________________________________
You can see fear in Ordechai's body language, though he tries hard to conceal it
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Ordechai: hmphs "Our uninvited guest won't like what we're cooking!" he says as he hands you a rolled up woolen blanket which feels heavier than it should. Indeed concealed within it you find the stock of the heavy crossbow he mentioned. Meanwhile he digs through the rest of his goods and produces the hidden bow and string that he also hands to you. -whispers- "Do your best to assemble the crossbow within the blanket where no one can see you do it."
[Note: Assembling the crossbow only by feel will require a (Craft: Weaponsmithing, DC 15) roll. Assuming you succeed you will still need to crank the string taught and load the crossbow with a bolt next round before you can fire it. You can also opt to assemble it in the open where you can see it, which is only a (Craft: Weaponsmithing, DC 12) roll.]
[Wrenwil: What do you do?]
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97mg
Explorer
Wrenwil
A great bloody crossbow. Wrenwil felt good about this. Indeed, he carried a trusty hand crossbow on this journey, though it had never tasted blood. His training in the weapon had been pretty basic, self taught in fact, sneaking out at night as a young man to pepper away at undergrowth and old tree stumps. That was decades ago though, but still, his hidden agility under the soiled leather and wrinkling skin was still in his favor. He was actually a pretty good shot given his lack of combat experience with the tool. It was all about knowledge. A weapon for a man with brains. Someone who could calculate odds and distance, factor things in...
"Not a problem," he whispered to Orderchai. "I might cook under the covers this time around."
His hands went to work, slowly, carefully, trying to line up the slots and tighten the nuts. It was about then that things went south...
[Craft roll at DC15 = 4. Choosing not to burn build point. Instead he will try again next round.]
A great bloody crossbow. Wrenwil felt good about this. Indeed, he carried a trusty hand crossbow on this journey, though it had never tasted blood. His training in the weapon had been pretty basic, self taught in fact, sneaking out at night as a young man to pepper away at undergrowth and old tree stumps. That was decades ago though, but still, his hidden agility under the soiled leather and wrinkling skin was still in his favor. He was actually a pretty good shot given his lack of combat experience with the tool. It was all about knowledge. A weapon for a man with brains. Someone who could calculate odds and distance, factor things in...
"Not a problem," he whispered to Orderchai. "I might cook under the covers this time around."
His hands went to work, slowly, carefully, trying to line up the slots and tighten the nuts. It was about then that things went south...
[Craft roll at DC15 = 4. Choosing not to burn build point. Instead he will try again next round.]
Fangor the Fierce
First Post
Svexyn, Mogan and Folg
Turning to the irritated dwarf, he answers for Folg in dwarven, just to keep things interesting between the two, "He says there is something we should look at, nearby. From his excitement, and knowing the Inn is close, I don't see any harm in it. Let's see what he's found.."
He turns to Folg, saying in draconic, watching the reaction of Mogan, "Should we arm ourselves, or is there no danger we should be worried about? And should we be quiet, or can we simply run and get this over with?"
Based on the answer Folg gives, Svexyn then moves out accordingly. He will relay anything to Mogan and move to follow the kobold. "Lead on, Folg. But be cautious and keep close."
Svexyn keeps close to Folg and makes sure that they stay within his aura distance of 30 feet radius from him. Senses aura for +1 to listen, spot, and initiative. Spiked chain in one hand if Folg says to be cautious. If nothing is found, they will circle back to approach the inn from the front, after lighting a torch. This is both to act as a light for guiding him, as well as alert any guards at the inn that they are not trying to hide.
Svexyn:
Turning to the irritated dwarf, he answers for Folg in dwarven, just to keep things interesting between the two, "He says there is something we should look at, nearby. From his excitement, and knowing the Inn is close, I don't see any harm in it. Let's see what he's found.."
He turns to Folg, saying in draconic, watching the reaction of Mogan, "Should we arm ourselves, or is there no danger we should be worried about? And should we be quiet, or can we simply run and get this over with?"
Based on the answer Folg gives, Svexyn then moves out accordingly. He will relay anything to Mogan and move to follow the kobold. "Lead on, Folg. But be cautious and keep close."
Svexyn keeps close to Folg and makes sure that they stay within his aura distance of 30 feet radius from him. Senses aura for +1 to listen, spot, and initiative. Spiked chain in one hand if Folg says to be cautious. If nothing is found, they will circle back to approach the inn from the front, after lighting a torch. This is both to act as a light for guiding him, as well as alert any guards at the inn that they are not trying to hide.
narayan
Explorer
Avar, Billanverthorne, Jabbar
Actually Avar interrupts before Jabbar has a chance to reply.
Avar: Shakes his head. "Their powers are not confined to traditional spellcasting. Imagine if you offered your soul to an evil so great it could transform you into a demon and offer you dominion over a space of hell itself? Such a power as that could easily manage a few tricks of illusion don't you think?"
Jabbar: Gestures for Avar to hold his tongue, frowning. "Avar! What did I say about keeping your tongue in check?!" He mutters.
Avar: Hmphs. "Look at his face! He had no idea what he was up against! Ignorance of evil is no excuse."
Jabbar: -Chastises Avar- "You must learn to think before you speak! Imagine if this elf is captured, he could put them on our trail knowing our names and what you just told him!"
Avar: Sighs "Forgive me."
Jabbar: -Addresses Billanverthorne again- "Please pardon that outburst, Avar lacks wits, yet the cat is clearly already out of the bag. I see many questions in your eyes, questions I know I wouldn't leave without answers for if I were you..." pauses for effect "...but I am a smuggler, not a saint. Information this dangerous is risky to give away to just anyone. Why should we say anything more?"
[Note: You notice Avar Bites his cheek with frustration at this very moment. Clearly he is not very familiar with how Jabar likes to run things, indicating he only recently start working with him. It is also unclear how their business relationship works exactly? Is Avar just a scout, a henchman, or an actual business partner?]
[Billanverthorne: What do you do?]
Actually Avar interrupts before Jabbar has a chance to reply.
Avar: Shakes his head. "Their powers are not confined to traditional spellcasting. Imagine if you offered your soul to an evil so great it could transform you into a demon and offer you dominion over a space of hell itself? Such a power as that could easily manage a few tricks of illusion don't you think?"
Jabbar: Gestures for Avar to hold his tongue, frowning. "Avar! What did I say about keeping your tongue in check?!" He mutters.
Avar: Hmphs. "Look at his face! He had no idea what he was up against! Ignorance of evil is no excuse."
Jabbar: -Chastises Avar- "You must learn to think before you speak! Imagine if this elf is captured, he could put them on our trail knowing our names and what you just told him!"
Avar: Sighs "Forgive me."
Jabbar: -Addresses Billanverthorne again- "Please pardon that outburst, Avar lacks wits, yet the cat is clearly already out of the bag. I see many questions in your eyes, questions I know I wouldn't leave without answers for if I were you..." pauses for effect "...but I am a smuggler, not a saint. Information this dangerous is risky to give away to just anyone. Why should we say anything more?"
[Note: You notice Avar Bites his cheek with frustration at this very moment. Clearly he is not very familiar with how Jabar likes to run things, indicating he only recently start working with him. It is also unclear how their business relationship works exactly? Is Avar just a scout, a henchman, or an actual business partner?]
[Billanverthorne: What do you do?]
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narayan
Explorer
Ania, Ersun
Your sword slashes him across the middle (Serious Damage!) and he doubles over as his innards start to spill out of his belly!
Underfolk Thug #1: (Falls Prone, unconscious)
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<End of round 4>
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<Start of Round 5>
Bleeding Damage ( * )
Fire Damage ( # )
Cold Damage ( @ )
Spell Damage ( ^ )
Poison Damage ( ! )
The order of initiative is:
(22) Underfolk Thug #2 (Unconscious)
(16) Ania
(16) Half Orog (-10)(-15^)
(13) Worgo (-15)
(10) Ersun (-4)
(5) Underfolk Thug #1 (-13, Serious)(Unconscious)
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Ania: (Concentration Check to Cast 'Shocking Grasp' , DC 16: = 20, Success)(Touch attack vs. Half Orog, bonus because the Half Orog is holding a Greataxe: = 13, Hit)(Damage: = 15)
Half Orog: Roars with pain at the sudden jolt. (Strikes with Great Axe, Power Attack: = 12, Miss) Unfortunately his rage puts him off balance and he misses her entirely.
Worgo: (Strikes with Glaive at Ania: = 9, possible fumble!)(Fumble Check: = 24, Not a fumble)
[Ersun: It is your turn, what do you do?]
Your sword slashes him across the middle (Serious Damage!) and he doubles over as his innards start to spill out of his belly!
Underfolk Thug #1: (Falls Prone, unconscious)
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<End of round 4>
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<Start of Round 5>
Bleeding Damage ( * )
Fire Damage ( # )
Cold Damage ( @ )
Spell Damage ( ^ )
Poison Damage ( ! )
The order of initiative is:
(22) Underfolk Thug #2 (Unconscious)
(16) Ania
(16) Half Orog (-10)(-15^)
(13) Worgo (-15)
(10) Ersun (-4)
(5) Underfolk Thug #1 (-13, Serious)(Unconscious)
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Ania: (Concentration Check to Cast 'Shocking Grasp' , DC 16: = 20, Success)(Touch attack vs. Half Orog, bonus because the Half Orog is holding a Greataxe: = 13, Hit)(Damage: = 15)
Half Orog: Roars with pain at the sudden jolt. (Strikes with Great Axe, Power Attack: = 12, Miss) Unfortunately his rage puts him off balance and he misses her entirely.
Worgo: (Strikes with Glaive at Ania: = 9, possible fumble!)(Fumble Check: = 24, Not a fumble)
[Ersun: It is your turn, what do you do?]
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