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<blockquote data-quote="jydog1" data-source="post: 5355033" data-attributes="member: 48156"><p><strong>Session #12, PART 1- October 18, 2010 - Just don't let her babysit</strong></p><p></p><p>notes: back after a week off. We made 4th level in the meantime, which meant difficult decisions for me, like dex, intelligence, or charisma? I finally settled on the latter. Gotta keep those DCs up. As for spells I took <em>resistance</em> for a cantrip and for a second level spell - finally - I took <em>create pit</em>. It just seemed too cool not to. And, as it turns out, it is pretty cool.</p><p></p><p>I'm also going to start listing the night's dinner, as this has become somewhat of a social thing too. This time was GM-made Chili, along with grille-roasted corn, corn bread, and whoopie pies for dessert.</p><p></p><p>The party worked very well together in the fight and were also allowed to flex their individual personas while we met with the, uhm, Kindly Ladies. Speaking of . . .</p><p></p><p>From the journal of Grezzalik M'rethen:</p><p></p><p>The woman in the middle wore a blindfold and held up an orb. A serpent of some sort was wrapped around her neck. She gestured at me and said, "Oooo, he is a handsome one, isn't he?"</p><p></p><p>The younger one looked like a gorgeous but spoiled brat. "They killed my daughter!", she spat.</p><p></p><p>I stepped forward, trying to ignore the glowering hellhound at her feet. "And for that we apologize, we had no desire to offend three such beautiful ladies as yourselves. Your daughter attacked us and we had no choice but to defend ourselves. Had we know who she was we could have sought other means, but she gave us no chance."</p><p></p><p>She sneered and said, "Hmpph."</p><p></p><p>The matronly one smiled and said, "Oh, Circe, that's reasonable. And he seems so well-mannered." She licked her lips. "Among other things."</p><p></p><p>The crone spoke up. "Medea, why do you think they're here?" As she spoke she continued the stir the pot, the contents of which burbled and blorped. A heavy mist seemed to hang right above it. </p><p></p><p>When there was no immediate answer I said, "Well, kindly ones, we came her on a salvage mission and of course we knew we should come and ask permission of those who rule over this domain. Your cyclops out there brought us to you." I paused. "So, we were hired to recover something, and we'd like your permission to do so."</p><p></p><p>The Crone studied me. "What is it you seek?"</p><p></p><p>"A boat went down, and we -"</p><p></p><p>"You." Medea pointed her orb at Londis. "You came here for gold. Your very soul is tarnished silver, such is your desire for it. Such greed at a young age!"</p><p></p><p>Londis huffed. "Yes, well, gold is fine, but also punishing those that deserve justice."</p><p></p><p>"Speaking of," said Trixie, "about the sailors that are pigs. We'd like to save some of them too, please."</p><p></p><p>"Why?" snarled Circe. "They were filthy, loathsome creatures, and they deserved to be punished!"</p><p></p><p>"Yes," agreed Londis, perhaps finding a kindred soul, "the wicked deserve to be punished."</p><p></p><p>"I still think I should turn all of you into pigs," she grumbled.</p><p></p><p>"So," said Medea, "You wish to salvage something from a sunken ship, and save a few of the pitiful dregs from our food supply." I'm fairly sure all of us shuddered a bit. "Perhaps we can make a deal, then, as we have something we would ask of you."</p><p></p><p>Awesome. I could barely contain my excitement at the prospect of this. "Sure, I guess. What exactly is it you need?"</p><p></p><p>She smiled coyly. "Well, handsome, we wish a crown." At prodding from us she continued. "It's known as the Crown of Njall Bloodaxe." I heard Tofa catch her breath. "It was lost 4 or 5 generations ago, and now he has become a thorn in our side."</p><p></p><p>I frowned. "So he's not alive, then?"</p><p></p><p>"Nor dead, either. He walks the line between both beneath the waves."</p><p></p><p>Tofa cleared her throat. "Does he have Breakbone?"</p><p></p><p>"Is that the silly sword with the glowing blue runes? Yes, he's always got that. He doesn't come up here, though. He doesn't have any power on our land."</p><p></p><p>"So we have to go find him?"</p><p></p><p>An enigmatic smile. "Of course. And his crew, of course. And his followers." She waved a hand dismissively.</p><p></p><p>Wonderful. We clustered together while Tofa, Londis, Firendrin and Trixie pooled information about this Njall. After a bit, we faced the ladies again.</p><p></p><p>"All caught up?" asked Medea. "Here's our offer. Recover the crown and you can salvage whatever you want and each rescue . . . three of the pigs, who will be returned to their original disgusting forms."</p><p></p><p>"Still think we should just make them pigs as well."</p><p></p><p>"Stop, Circe. So, a deal? Or shall I address you each individually? You, dwarf." The three women began to swirl their hands through the smoke, and Firendrin's eyes widened. "Would you like to meet this one?"</p><p></p><p>For a second I thought he was going to say yes, but abruptly he shook his head and muttered, "If it wants to meet me, it will find a way. I would be willing to trade my role in the crown recovery for some knowledge, though."</p><p></p><p>Medea nodded, turned to Londis. 'You, greedy one. How about this?" </p><p></p><p>Londis shook his head slowly. "I will give you the ship's captain and a steady supply of those deserving of your judgment for that, but I will take sailors' lives for the job."</p><p></p><p>"Ah, a side deal. How wonderful." Her gaze fell on Trixie. "How about you, little one?" Something formed in the smoke that I couldn't see, but clearly Trixie could. "I'll do the job in exchange for having the ability to escape those who pursue me."</p><p></p><p>That earned a raised eyebrow. "So be it." Suddenly she was looking at me, her eyes smoldering. A vision became crystal clear in the haze, that of an elf dancing with a woman. The borders of the image were twisted and ugly, almost menacing. The elf I had never seen before. The woman was breathtaking beautiful.</p><p></p><p>The woman was my mother.</p><p></p><p>"I'll do the job for the sailors," I said. "I'd make a side deal for this. What's your offer?"</p><p></p><p>to be continued later this week, as I ran out of time today . . .</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="jydog1, post: 5355033, member: 48156"] [b]Session #12, PART 1- October 18, 2010 - Just don't let her babysit[/b] notes: back after a week off. We made 4th level in the meantime, which meant difficult decisions for me, like dex, intelligence, or charisma? I finally settled on the latter. Gotta keep those DCs up. As for spells I took [I]resistance[/I] for a cantrip and for a second level spell - finally - I took [I]create pit[/I]. It just seemed too cool not to. And, as it turns out, it is pretty cool. I'm also going to start listing the night's dinner, as this has become somewhat of a social thing too. This time was GM-made Chili, along with grille-roasted corn, corn bread, and whoopie pies for dessert. The party worked very well together in the fight and were also allowed to flex their individual personas while we met with the, uhm, Kindly Ladies. Speaking of . . . From the journal of Grezzalik M'rethen: The woman in the middle wore a blindfold and held up an orb. A serpent of some sort was wrapped around her neck. She gestured at me and said, "Oooo, he is a handsome one, isn't he?" The younger one looked like a gorgeous but spoiled brat. "They killed my daughter!", she spat. I stepped forward, trying to ignore the glowering hellhound at her feet. "And for that we apologize, we had no desire to offend three such beautiful ladies as yourselves. Your daughter attacked us and we had no choice but to defend ourselves. Had we know who she was we could have sought other means, but she gave us no chance." She sneered and said, "Hmpph." The matronly one smiled and said, "Oh, Circe, that's reasonable. And he seems so well-mannered." She licked her lips. "Among other things." The crone spoke up. "Medea, why do you think they're here?" As she spoke she continued the stir the pot, the contents of which burbled and blorped. A heavy mist seemed to hang right above it. When there was no immediate answer I said, "Well, kindly ones, we came her on a salvage mission and of course we knew we should come and ask permission of those who rule over this domain. Your cyclops out there brought us to you." I paused. "So, we were hired to recover something, and we'd like your permission to do so." The Crone studied me. "What is it you seek?" "A boat went down, and we -" "You." Medea pointed her orb at Londis. "You came here for gold. Your very soul is tarnished silver, such is your desire for it. Such greed at a young age!" Londis huffed. "Yes, well, gold is fine, but also punishing those that deserve justice." "Speaking of," said Trixie, "about the sailors that are pigs. We'd like to save some of them too, please." "Why?" snarled Circe. "They were filthy, loathsome creatures, and they deserved to be punished!" "Yes," agreed Londis, perhaps finding a kindred soul, "the wicked deserve to be punished." "I still think I should turn all of you into pigs," she grumbled. "So," said Medea, "You wish to salvage something from a sunken ship, and save a few of the pitiful dregs from our food supply." I'm fairly sure all of us shuddered a bit. "Perhaps we can make a deal, then, as we have something we would ask of you." Awesome. I could barely contain my excitement at the prospect of this. "Sure, I guess. What exactly is it you need?" She smiled coyly. "Well, handsome, we wish a crown." At prodding from us she continued. "It's known as the Crown of Njall Bloodaxe." I heard Tofa catch her breath. "It was lost 4 or 5 generations ago, and now he has become a thorn in our side." I frowned. "So he's not alive, then?" "Nor dead, either. He walks the line between both beneath the waves." Tofa cleared her throat. "Does he have Breakbone?" "Is that the silly sword with the glowing blue runes? Yes, he's always got that. He doesn't come up here, though. He doesn't have any power on our land." "So we have to go find him?" An enigmatic smile. "Of course. And his crew, of course. And his followers." She waved a hand dismissively. Wonderful. We clustered together while Tofa, Londis, Firendrin and Trixie pooled information about this Njall. After a bit, we faced the ladies again. "All caught up?" asked Medea. "Here's our offer. Recover the crown and you can salvage whatever you want and each rescue . . . three of the pigs, who will be returned to their original disgusting forms." "Still think we should just make them pigs as well." "Stop, Circe. So, a deal? Or shall I address you each individually? You, dwarf." The three women began to swirl their hands through the smoke, and Firendrin's eyes widened. "Would you like to meet this one?" For a second I thought he was going to say yes, but abruptly he shook his head and muttered, "If it wants to meet me, it will find a way. I would be willing to trade my role in the crown recovery for some knowledge, though." Medea nodded, turned to Londis. 'You, greedy one. How about this?" Londis shook his head slowly. "I will give you the ship's captain and a steady supply of those deserving of your judgment for that, but I will take sailors' lives for the job." "Ah, a side deal. How wonderful." Her gaze fell on Trixie. "How about you, little one?" Something formed in the smoke that I couldn't see, but clearly Trixie could. "I'll do the job in exchange for having the ability to escape those who pursue me." That earned a raised eyebrow. "So be it." Suddenly she was looking at me, her eyes smoldering. A vision became crystal clear in the haze, that of an elf dancing with a woman. The borders of the image were twisted and ugly, almost menacing. The elf I had never seen before. The woman was breathtaking beautiful. The woman was my mother. "I'll do the job for the sailors," I said. "I'd make a side deal for this. What's your offer?" to be continued later this week, as I ran out of time today . . . [/QUOTE]
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