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<blockquote data-quote="Goonalan" data-source="post: 5689803" data-attributes="member: 16069"><p><strong>Convincing Eoffram Troyas</strong></p><p></p><p>And so the adventurers explain to Eoffram Troyas, Fallcrest Council Member, why they took up arms against the Goblins, what motivated them to defend the city and save the Inn.</p><p></p><p><strong>Encounter #3 – 200 XP – Level 1 Encounter</strong></p><p>Skill Challenge (Level 1 Complexity 2).</p><p> </p><p><strong>PCs</strong></p><p>Ah-shahran, Male Deva, Hybrid Shaman-Warlord, Level 1</p><p>Freggo, Male Human, Swordmage, Level 1</p><p>Kalimaru, Male Razorclaw Shifter, Ranger (Scout), Level 1</p><p>Kyalia, Female Elf, Ranger, Level 1</p><p>Magnus, Male Dwarf, Fighter, Level 1</p><p>Viator, Male Eladrin, Psion, Level 1</p><p></p><p>Freggo, as usual, is the first to open his mouth. He tells tall tales from History – the story of the original ‘Red Hand’ a horde of humanoids that swept across the Nentir Vale – destroying Fallcrest , and a myriad other places in its path. He then goes on to wonder whether his own fate is to become a hero…</p><p></p><p><em>You’re looking for a group of adventurers? I cannot say that I have known many people like that, but I cannot imagine that I would enjoy the company of such. People who seek out danger, violence, and challenge because they enjoy it and wish to live that way of life… well that’s not for me. We here today, we had a bit of an adventure, but we did not seek it out.</em></p><p></p><p><em>No, it was fate that brought us this ‘adventure’ today. We had the training, the ability, and most of all the courage and will to do what needed doing. We defeated the terrifying assault of monsters on the innocent folk of this town because someone had to do it. And we did it because of who we are. Today, we were heroes.</em></p><p></p><p><em>For myself, I have wondered if the hero’s way was my destiny. Today I have found that I am capable, and it is a good feeling. But it is not all glory and delight. And that too is a good thing. I can now say proudly, in the darkness of my own self, that I am no seeker of violence for its own sake. No, I am no adventurer. I am a hero. And if you have a problem that a hero can help with, I stand ready.</em></p><p></p><p>The young Swordmage is learned, polite and clearly certain of his capabilities, he impresses Eoffram with his fine words.</p><p></p><p>Kali in the meantime quietly, and unseen, creeps up on the Council Member – surprises Eoffram in his ear -</p><p></p><p><em>He’s not my leader!</em></p><p></p><p>Kali, with volume states, motioning towards Freggo, and making Eoffram almost jump out of his skin.</p><p></p><p><em>I just met him today, although he knows his way around a sword, I suppose. And you’re not my leader either, to go demanding anything from me.</em></p><p></p><p>Eoffram stutters, genuinely frightened by the raw force of the verbal assault, he tries desperately to recall how he may have offended Kali.</p><p></p><p><em>I could have not gotten involved. But I don’t much like to see folks get pushed around. And I happen to know a thing or two about goblins.</em></p><p></p><p>Kali finishes and stands tall – chest out, arms folded before the Council Member, again Eoffram is impressed – the great man took him completely by surprise, and his words – he’s clearly passionate, and undoubtedly dangerous.</p><p></p><p>Ah-shahran moves the conversation on, adds more Historical details, although…</p><p></p><p><em>Well sir, as those who have been around the Vale know, this is hardly the first time we’ve been invaded by goblinoids. And I know better than most! I fought those bastards the last time! I mean, not in this lifetime, I was a pikeman… no, an archer…</em></p><p></p><p>Ah-shahran goes silent, flicking through his previous lives and memories – he grins, and then suddenly realises where he is, and what he was doing.</p><p></p><p><em>Damned if I’m just going to sit here while this town gets invaded! Again. I mean, have you seen what happens when a town gets overrun, and they come swarming over the walls, and…</em></p><p></p><p>Ah-shahran zones out again, his facial expressions dance and flutter as he relives…</p><p></p><p><em>Damned I say! So me and my dog here…</em></p><p></p><p>Gorm materialises – to gasps, as he speaks,</p><p></p><p><em>…we took a stand. And I’ll be fighting these bastards whether you hire me or not!</em></p><p></p><p>The strange man then looks at his newfound companions, and adds,</p><p></p><p><em>This is a good bunch though. I’ll probably stick with them. Someone has to keep these kids out of trouble!</em></p><p></p><p>Cackling, Ah-shahran sits back down, and scratches Gorm’s ears.</p><p></p><p>Eoffram nods and seems satisfied with the answer, which is partially faked – clearly the Deva is mad, but… oh no!</p><p></p><p>Viator, the Eladrin Psion, strides up to Eoffram, his face is thunder.</p><p></p><p><em>That you ask the question, sir, offends me. The Eladrin sent me here for this very reason, and to test my skills.</em></p><p></p><p>The dust and debris on the floor of the bar around Viator begins to shift, swirling at his feet.</p><p></p><p><em>I was chosen by the council to widen my knowledge, to aid the Nentir Vale and the people here, to help build relations between this place and my people, the fey.</em></p><p></p><p>Tankards and crockery join the dance - all manner of items are spiralling around the Eladrin Psion. The crowd of onlookers, and Eoffram it has to be said, coo in awe.</p><p></p><p><em>You ask why I do this, sir? I do this because I have to, because I want to. Because I am trained to. A soldier of the mind.</em></p><p></p><p>With that, the myriad circling items fly back to their original positions – and the dance ends – to applause.</p><p></p><p>Eoffram nods – grinning like a five year old still, asks that he be forgiven for his impertinent question, and bids the Eladrin relax.</p><p></p><p>It’s been quite a show so far, only the Elf and the Dwarf to bring the curtain down…</p><p></p><p>Kyalia takes a similar tack to Viator, a little angered by the suggestion that she should dishonour herself by not helping those in need of her protection.</p><p></p><p><em>I came to Fallcrest in peace and was welcomed warmly by the good folks here. When the goblins rushed attacked?, it was clear to me, someone had to fight back, and that most of the townsfolk lack the expertise to fight such terrible foes.</em></p><p></p><p>Kyalia states.</p><p></p><p><em>As a hunter, I have trained with my bow for years and have fought the enemies of my people on numerous occasions. Now it is time, it seems, to lend my keen ears, my sharp eyes and my steady hand to those that have a greater need.</em></p><p></p><p>The Elf raises her bow to fire an arrow into a nearby target, hoping to show Eoffram her skill with the weapon, alas the crowd makes her nervous…</p><p></p><p>The missile thunks in to one of the pillars in the Inn – not at all where she was aiming, and causing everyone to suddenly duck and scatter. The arrow takes a circuitous route to the pillar – removing a Watchman’s helm en route. (Kyalia rolled a ‘1’ with her shot, and then followed up with a ‘2’ using her Elven Accuracy- a 100% improvement).</p><p></p><p>Kyalia looks mortified, apologises quietly, and slinks off looking for somewhere to hide.</p><p></p><p><em>There’s no need for that…</em></p><p></p><p>Eoffram gets up from the floor, having had to scramble beneath a table to avoid Kyalia’s shot.</p><p></p><p><em>Look – I appreciate you’re very pumped up and that, but I’m a Council Member here in Fallcrest ; I’m used to a little more decorum. I’m happy to witness displays of your talents but… well, I hope that was an aberration – or else I fear for people’s safety.</em></p><p></p><p>Eoffram folds his arms and looks a little stern.</p><p></p><p><em>Perhaps you… Mr. Dwarf, can answer my initial question?</em></p><p></p><p>Eoffram bends down to talk to Magnus, pats the Dwarf on the head in a patronising manner.</p><p></p><p>Magnus, who all the while has been consuming fortifying drafts of ale, stumbles a little – but still manages to look annoyed.</p><p></p><p><em>I kilt Goblins cos Goblins get kilt – them’s the rules, I’ll fight the basturds whereva dey are!</em></p><p></p><p>Magnus finishes by swigging down another pint of ‘Old Noggin’, his fifth since the fight finished – he’s making up for lost time.</p><p></p><p>Magnus hiccups a little and then belches.</p><p></p><p><em>If ya want a hard basturd Dwarf to do yer fightin’ fer yer – then I’m yer basturd.</em></p><p></p><p>Magnus sinks another pint, and slams the the pot down – eyes the barmaid and shows two fingers, Ayella swiftly produces two more pints.</p><p></p><p>Magnus shoves the first filled pot at Eoffram, thumps it in to the Council Member’s chest, then grabs the second.</p><p></p><p><em>DRINK!</em></p><p></p><p>Magnus barks – an order.</p><p></p><p>Gingerly Eoffram obeys – sipping at first, Magnus uses his pint pot to increase the angle, causing ale to spill down the Eoffram’s fine clothes.</p><p></p><p>Eoffram finishes, staggers, and slumps against the bar – he looks addled.</p><p>Magnus grins, and sinks his pint in three seconds flat.</p><p></p><p>Burps loudly and grins at Eoffram some more, the Half-Elf is disarmed – and a little drunk, he grins back.</p><p></p><p><em>I’ll fight in the morning, I’ll fight in the afternoon, I’ll fight in the evening, I’ll fight in the night… I can go on forever!</em></p><p></p><p>Magnus signals for another two pints – Eoffram looks ill.</p><p></p><p><em>So stick to yer council chamber, and let us do yer fightin’</em></p><p></p><p>Magnus passes another pint over to Eoffram, and then sinks his, winks and grins.</p><p></p><p><em>Got it, pal!</em></p><p></p><p>Eoffram grins and giggles by way of reply.</p><p></p><p>Magnus sags against the bar – his feet go from under him and he thumps down to the floor, he begins to snore loudly.</p><p></p><p><em>Well… <hiccup>, that was…</em></p><p></p><p>Eoffram is lost for words -</p><p></p><p><em>So… wanna earn some cash and kill, sorry <ahem> kilt, some Goblinsh?</em></p><p></p><p>Eoffram slurs. Looking for one more clear indication from the assembled adventurers of their competence, or else desire, to kick Goblin ass.</p><p></p><p>Freggo, having had the first word makes his play for the last -</p><p></p><p><em>Sir, I understand that there may be some further trouble connected to today’s attack. If you are looking for individuals willing to face danger for the sake of the good people of this land, you have found them. I would be honored to be given the trust of the community to undertake such a task, and I believe my new friends here are willing as well.</em></p><p></p><p>Eoffram nods, his head drooping a little – nerves, tension, trepidation – but mostly beer.</p><p></p><p><em>Then perhaps I should explain more…</em></p><p></p><p>Eoffram takes a gulp of air – not enough, the bar is hazy still with the smoke from the fires. Eoffram spies the exit -</p><p></p><p><em>If you’d like to walk with me… I’ll explain.</em></p><p></p><p>Eoffram indicates the gaping hole in the side of the bar room that was once the exit.</p><p></p><p>Just before they leave the bar, Viator walks tentatively over to Ayella.</p><p></p><p><em>Um… I think I might be going away for a while… that is, I just wanted to say… um… thank you for being so kind to me. I… you have a really pretty smile. I mean… anyway, I hope the damage to the place isn’t too bad. And I hope I can help a little with this. I know it’s not much.</em></p><p></p><p>With that he holds out his hand and places some coins into hers.</p><p></p><p>Ayella blushes a little as she takes the money,</p><p></p><p><em>I…</em></p><p></p><p>she begins and ends with a smile, a smile solely for Viator.</p><p></p><p><em>I hope I see you again…</em></p><p></p><p>She adds as Viator scurries off to catch up with his colleagues.</p><p></p><p>The adventurers, with cheers and kind words from the assembled crowd, exit the bar with Eoffram, Sgt Thurmina and her men tagging along – it seems the Council Member is important enough to warrant her attention. The good Sgt. is burnt, bloodied but not so badly injured she should neglect her duties.</p><p></p><p><u><strong>End of Encounter #3</strong></u></p><p> </p><p>Six successes (Freggo x2, Kali, Ah-shahran, Viator & Magnus) & one failure (Kyalia).</p><p></p><p></p><p>While they stroll, Eoffram gulps plenty of sobering fresh air, He explains what needs to be done… or at least what has been done already – by the Goblins!</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Goonalan, post: 5689803, member: 16069"] [B]Convincing Eoffram Troyas[/B] And so the adventurers explain to Eoffram Troyas, Fallcrest Council Member, why they took up arms against the Goblins, what motivated them to defend the city and save the Inn. [B]Encounter #3 – 200 XP – Level 1 Encounter[/B] Skill Challenge (Level 1 Complexity 2). [B]PCs[/B] Ah-shahran, Male Deva, Hybrid Shaman-Warlord, Level 1 Freggo, Male Human, Swordmage, Level 1 Kalimaru, Male Razorclaw Shifter, Ranger (Scout), Level 1 Kyalia, Female Elf, Ranger, Level 1 Magnus, Male Dwarf, Fighter, Level 1 Viator, Male Eladrin, Psion, Level 1 Freggo, as usual, is the first to open his mouth. He tells tall tales from History – the story of the original ‘Red Hand’ a horde of humanoids that swept across the Nentir Vale – destroying Fallcrest , and a myriad other places in its path. He then goes on to wonder whether his own fate is to become a hero… [I]You’re looking for a group of adventurers? I cannot say that I have known many people like that, but I cannot imagine that I would enjoy the company of such. People who seek out danger, violence, and challenge because they enjoy it and wish to live that way of life… well that’s not for me. We here today, we had a bit of an adventure, but we did not seek it out.[/I] [I]No, it was fate that brought us this ‘adventure’ today. We had the training, the ability, and most of all the courage and will to do what needed doing. We defeated the terrifying assault of monsters on the innocent folk of this town because someone had to do it. And we did it because of who we are. Today, we were heroes.[/I] [I]For myself, I have wondered if the hero’s way was my destiny. Today I have found that I am capable, and it is a good feeling. But it is not all glory and delight. And that too is a good thing. I can now say proudly, in the darkness of my own self, that I am no seeker of violence for its own sake. No, I am no adventurer. I am a hero. And if you have a problem that a hero can help with, I stand ready.[/I] The young Swordmage is learned, polite and clearly certain of his capabilities, he impresses Eoffram with his fine words. Kali in the meantime quietly, and unseen, creeps up on the Council Member – surprises Eoffram in his ear - [I]He’s not my leader![/I] Kali, with volume states, motioning towards Freggo, and making Eoffram almost jump out of his skin. [I]I just met him today, although he knows his way around a sword, I suppose. And you’re not my leader either, to go demanding anything from me.[/I] Eoffram stutters, genuinely frightened by the raw force of the verbal assault, he tries desperately to recall how he may have offended Kali. [I]I could have not gotten involved. But I don’t much like to see folks get pushed around. And I happen to know a thing or two about goblins.[/I] Kali finishes and stands tall – chest out, arms folded before the Council Member, again Eoffram is impressed – the great man took him completely by surprise, and his words – he’s clearly passionate, and undoubtedly dangerous. Ah-shahran moves the conversation on, adds more Historical details, although… [I]Well sir, as those who have been around the Vale know, this is hardly the first time we’ve been invaded by goblinoids. And I know better than most! I fought those bastards the last time! I mean, not in this lifetime, I was a pikeman… no, an archer…[/I] Ah-shahran goes silent, flicking through his previous lives and memories – he grins, and then suddenly realises where he is, and what he was doing. [I]Damned if I’m just going to sit here while this town gets invaded! Again. I mean, have you seen what happens when a town gets overrun, and they come swarming over the walls, and…[/I] Ah-shahran zones out again, his facial expressions dance and flutter as he relives… [I]Damned I say! So me and my dog here…[/I] Gorm materialises – to gasps, as he speaks, [I]…we took a stand. And I’ll be fighting these bastards whether you hire me or not![/I] The strange man then looks at his newfound companions, and adds, [I]This is a good bunch though. I’ll probably stick with them. Someone has to keep these kids out of trouble![/I] Cackling, Ah-shahran sits back down, and scratches Gorm’s ears. Eoffram nods and seems satisfied with the answer, which is partially faked – clearly the Deva is mad, but… oh no! Viator, the Eladrin Psion, strides up to Eoffram, his face is thunder. [I]That you ask the question, sir, offends me. The Eladrin sent me here for this very reason, and to test my skills.[/I] The dust and debris on the floor of the bar around Viator begins to shift, swirling at his feet. [I]I was chosen by the council to widen my knowledge, to aid the Nentir Vale and the people here, to help build relations between this place and my people, the fey.[/I] Tankards and crockery join the dance - all manner of items are spiralling around the Eladrin Psion. The crowd of onlookers, and Eoffram it has to be said, coo in awe. [I]You ask why I do this, sir? I do this because I have to, because I want to. Because I am trained to. A soldier of the mind.[/I] With that, the myriad circling items fly back to their original positions – and the dance ends – to applause. Eoffram nods – grinning like a five year old still, asks that he be forgiven for his impertinent question, and bids the Eladrin relax. It’s been quite a show so far, only the Elf and the Dwarf to bring the curtain down… Kyalia takes a similar tack to Viator, a little angered by the suggestion that she should dishonour herself by not helping those in need of her protection. [I]I came to Fallcrest in peace and was welcomed warmly by the good folks here. When the goblins rushed attacked?, it was clear to me, someone had to fight back, and that most of the townsfolk lack the expertise to fight such terrible foes.[/I] Kyalia states. [I]As a hunter, I have trained with my bow for years and have fought the enemies of my people on numerous occasions. Now it is time, it seems, to lend my keen ears, my sharp eyes and my steady hand to those that have a greater need.[/I] The Elf raises her bow to fire an arrow into a nearby target, hoping to show Eoffram her skill with the weapon, alas the crowd makes her nervous… The missile thunks in to one of the pillars in the Inn – not at all where she was aiming, and causing everyone to suddenly duck and scatter. The arrow takes a circuitous route to the pillar – removing a Watchman’s helm en route. (Kyalia rolled a ‘1’ with her shot, and then followed up with a ‘2’ using her Elven Accuracy- a 100% improvement). Kyalia looks mortified, apologises quietly, and slinks off looking for somewhere to hide. [I]There’s no need for that…[/I] Eoffram gets up from the floor, having had to scramble beneath a table to avoid Kyalia’s shot. [I]Look – I appreciate you’re very pumped up and that, but I’m a Council Member here in Fallcrest ; I’m used to a little more decorum. I’m happy to witness displays of your talents but… well, I hope that was an aberration – or else I fear for people’s safety.[/I] Eoffram folds his arms and looks a little stern. [I]Perhaps you… Mr. Dwarf, can answer my initial question?[/I] Eoffram bends down to talk to Magnus, pats the Dwarf on the head in a patronising manner. Magnus, who all the while has been consuming fortifying drafts of ale, stumbles a little – but still manages to look annoyed. [I]I kilt Goblins cos Goblins get kilt – them’s the rules, I’ll fight the basturds whereva dey are![/I] Magnus finishes by swigging down another pint of ‘Old Noggin’, his fifth since the fight finished – he’s making up for lost time. Magnus hiccups a little and then belches. [I]If ya want a hard basturd Dwarf to do yer fightin’ fer yer – then I’m yer basturd.[/I] Magnus sinks another pint, and slams the the pot down – eyes the barmaid and shows two fingers, Ayella swiftly produces two more pints. Magnus shoves the first filled pot at Eoffram, thumps it in to the Council Member’s chest, then grabs the second. [I]DRINK![/I] Magnus barks – an order. Gingerly Eoffram obeys – sipping at first, Magnus uses his pint pot to increase the angle, causing ale to spill down the Eoffram’s fine clothes. Eoffram finishes, staggers, and slumps against the bar – he looks addled. Magnus grins, and sinks his pint in three seconds flat. Burps loudly and grins at Eoffram some more, the Half-Elf is disarmed – and a little drunk, he grins back. [I]I’ll fight in the morning, I’ll fight in the afternoon, I’ll fight in the evening, I’ll fight in the night… I can go on forever![/I] Magnus signals for another two pints – Eoffram looks ill. [I]So stick to yer council chamber, and let us do yer fightin’[/I] Magnus passes another pint over to Eoffram, and then sinks his, winks and grins. [I]Got it, pal![/I] Eoffram grins and giggles by way of reply. Magnus sags against the bar – his feet go from under him and he thumps down to the floor, he begins to snore loudly. [I]Well… <hiccup>, that was…[/I] Eoffram is lost for words - [I]So… wanna earn some cash and kill, sorry <ahem> kilt, some Goblinsh?[/I] Eoffram slurs. Looking for one more clear indication from the assembled adventurers of their competence, or else desire, to kick Goblin ass. Freggo, having had the first word makes his play for the last - [I]Sir, I understand that there may be some further trouble connected to today’s attack. If you are looking for individuals willing to face danger for the sake of the good people of this land, you have found them. I would be honored to be given the trust of the community to undertake such a task, and I believe my new friends here are willing as well.[/I] Eoffram nods, his head drooping a little – nerves, tension, trepidation – but mostly beer. [I]Then perhaps I should explain more…[/I] Eoffram takes a gulp of air – not enough, the bar is hazy still with the smoke from the fires. Eoffram spies the exit - [I]If you’d like to walk with me… I’ll explain.[/I] Eoffram indicates the gaping hole in the side of the bar room that was once the exit. Just before they leave the bar, Viator walks tentatively over to Ayella. [I]Um… I think I might be going away for a while… that is, I just wanted to say… um… thank you for being so kind to me. I… you have a really pretty smile. I mean… anyway, I hope the damage to the place isn’t too bad. And I hope I can help a little with this. I know it’s not much.[/I] With that he holds out his hand and places some coins into hers. Ayella blushes a little as she takes the money, [I]I…[/I] she begins and ends with a smile, a smile solely for Viator. [I]I hope I see you again…[/I] She adds as Viator scurries off to catch up with his colleagues. The adventurers, with cheers and kind words from the assembled crowd, exit the bar with Eoffram, Sgt Thurmina and her men tagging along – it seems the Council Member is important enough to warrant her attention. The good Sgt. is burnt, bloodied but not so badly injured she should neglect her duties. [U][B]End of Encounter #3[/B][/U] Six successes (Freggo x2, Kali, Ah-shahran, Viator & Magnus) & one failure (Kyalia). While they stroll, Eoffram gulps plenty of sobering fresh air, He explains what needs to be done… or at least what has been done already – by the Goblins! [/QUOTE]
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