Banewarrens d20 (Angelsboi's party)

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Reunited and it feels so good

What did Bartol know? He and the dwarf were just getting to know one another when some familiar figures appeared at the prison’s entrance, the Ogre and his remaining tribe. The dwarf shifted back to the other prisoner. No it wasn’t another prisoner. It was two, two human dirt farmers. They were holding on tight to each other like a couple scared rats in a cage.

“Rats in a cage,” Bartol thought. “I’ll not become like them.”

Too late. Bartol turned his attention back to the entrance in time to see a punch from the Ogre. And then all was dark again.

He heard voices. One of them was familiar. He struggled to regain consciousness.

“Okay, okay,” a young feminine voice was saying with obvious concern and trepidation. “Give us, Bartol, and we will leave. It was Bernedette.

Bartol opened his eyes. He was bound in chains and laying at the Ogre’s feet. An axe rested on his neck. A multitude of pelts hung at the Ogre’s belt. One was very familiar.
By the look on Bernedette’s face and the fact she was staring right at it, Bartol could only guess what happened.

They were in a chamber partially lit by a sunrod in Bernedette’s hand. A small pool of water was just off to the side. Most of the walls were very naturally formed. The dwarves hadn’t done much to this area.

“Go,” the Ogre responded in Common. He reached down and easily lifted Bartol. He flung the barbarian towards Bernedette.

“Come on,” Bernedette reassured him. “The others are waiting.”

They crept along down a corridor. The Ogre trailed behind. There were many tracks in the dust of the passage. Bernedette began to wink and nod her head in a strange fashion. Her activity got more and more rapid. Finally the two approached an open door. They went thru. Timmay, Thane, Erik and Alrissian were on the other side armed for bear,….Ogre.

“Attack you idiots,” Bernedette screamed. “Didn’t you see my signaling.”

Even though, the party hadn’t gotten the hint. The Ogre had. He turned a corner and ran off. Erik, Alrissian, and Thane hurried to follow.

 

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Free at last.

“The Dwarf,” Bartol mumbled. “You must find the dwarven mason, Dorik Stonebeard, before it’s too late.”

“I knew it,” Timmay replied with glee. “I knew he was alive. Bernedette, I’ll free Bartol. You go help the others.” Timmay summoned some magic. His hands practically dripped with acid. He touched Bartol’s chains.

Bernedette ran to catch the others. They sprinted down the corridor and stopped in the same chamber Bernedette and Bartol had just left. Four other passages intersected with the chamber. And a small alcove with iron bars also occupied a wall.

“Let me out,” a dwarf cried in heavily accented Common from the alcove. “’Ave you gat a’ axe.”

Bernedette went to free the dwarf. Alrissian, Erik and Thane watched for signs of the Ogre or his men.

Timmay tried again. It was enough. Bartol broke free from his chains.

“Free at last,” Bartol sighed. “Torm be praised. Don’t put these chains on me again.”

Timmay left Bartol in search of the others. Bartol closed the doors and barred them. He then followed Timmay.

“No point,” Bartol figured, “in allowing the Ogre to sneak up from behind us.”

Thane and Erik went to help Bernedette. Thane summoned some magic. The metal of the bars heated up. Bernedette exhaled her icy breath magic on the hot bars. And Erik pushed with his heavy boots. The bars gave. The Dwarf was free. The two dirt farmers pleaded for mercy.

“For your own protection,” Bartol told the farmers, “you’d best follow us. There is no safe way out of here.”

"Bartol," Bernedette chastized. The young caller helped calm the scared farmers.

“No more noise,” Alrissian shouted to the others. “I don’t hear or see any activity. The Ogre is gone.”

 

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“A’ axe,” Dorik interrupted. “’Aven’t ye gat a decent weapin?”

“Look Gimpli,” Bernedette turned to the dwarf. “Just stay out of my way. You could at least thank us for freeing you.” Bernedette handed the Elven longsword to Bartol.

Thane summoned a covering of magic. Mystical blue furs also adorned Bartol. Bernedette did likewise for herself. Her armor looked very different, two points on top of her …and a metal string going down thru her legs. Bartol had to look away.

“I feel strange,” Bartol admitted. “This is so different from any of the magic I control.”

“Magic?” Dorik asked. “Bunch o’ dirt farmres and spellsneezres, wonderful, I’m ‘avin’ a nightmare. I needs an ale, a very strong ale.”

“I’m with you there,” Alrissian piped in.

“And I,” Bartol agreed. “But first I want my things. My father’s bow and grandpa’s sword, and…”

“Let’s go find the Ogre.” Thane broke in. “Bartol drink these.”

Bartol downed 3 quick potions. Some of his color returned. But he was still only about 40% of his usual self. Enough, he hoped for what lie ahead.

"Don't mind them, Master Mason" Timmay beamed. "We are pretty good at this adventuring work."

They inched down the passage the Ogre had taken. It curved to the northeast. After going only 30 feet or so it opened up into another chamber. Erik tossed a sunrod ahead. The light showed a pile of boxes, crates, and sacks.

“My things,” Bartol exclaimed. He crossed the chamber to search.

“Get them,” a voice bellowed in Giant and Timmay translated.

 

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Timmay is the Gnome

Two arrows sliced in from the dark. One struck Bartol. The enemy closed on the party. Three wolves, 2 hobgoblin archers, and the Ogre were now visible in the light. Bartol saw his own blood and raged. He chopped one of the wolves down. Alrissian fired into melee. One arrow struck a wolf and the other the Dwarf. The wolf took a bite out of the Dwarf also. The other wolf bit Bartol. The Ogre closed and hewed Bartol. Bartol was hanging on by willpower alone.

“Which one o’ ye ar’ my enemies?” the unarmed Dorik yelled. He retreated. The wolf took another bite out of him. Bernedette and Thane ran back to the other chamber. They were going to try another passage to see if it looped behind the Ogre. Erik finished the wounded wolf. Timmay stepped up and cast one of his most devastating mind spells.

“Who’s your daddy?” Timmay intoned.

The Ogre cowered. It began to weep uncontrollably.

Another voice was heard in the dark. The language was not very friendly. It could only be the Moandite.

The archers fired and the wolf bit again. But the magic armor worked this time. Bartol injured the remaining wolf. Alrissian drew his rapier and stabbed the Ogre. Dorik chased after Bernedette and Thane. Thane rounded a corner. Two more arrows are fired. One sunk into the druid’s side. Bernedette quickly summoned 2 copies of herself. Thane hurled a sunrod across the chamber. The Moandite and two hobgoblins crouched behind a low wall. Erik moved to the Ogre. A mighty blow ended the Ogre’s threat. Timmay covered the 2 visible archers near Bartol in shadowy magic. He moved to the Ogre’s body.

“Dorik,” Timmay called. “I’ve found you an axe.”

The two blinded hobgoblins drew swords and stumbled around. The last wolf died on Bartol’s sword. Alrissian sheathed his rapier and fired his bow. One of the blind hobgoblins was no more. Dorik sprinted passed the party and headed to Timmay. Bernedette entered melee with the Moandite acolyte. The archers struck and finished one of the Bernedette images. Thane fired 2 bolts of magic from his wand. One more hobgoblin went down. Erik saw Thane’s light way down the chamber. He hurried as fast as his armor would allow.

“Two Bernedettes,” Erik moaned. “This is a nightmare.” As he neared the combat, a lone wolf growled. She was in an alcove.

Timmay pulled a potion from his pouch and gave it to Bartol.

The blind hobgoblin attacked the air. The Moandite and the last archer both missed Bernedette. Bartol downed the potion. Four potions in less than 5 minutes, his bladder was almost full. Alrissian slung his bow and drew his rapier. He advanced on the blind hobgoblin. Dorik gathered up the Ogre’s axe, a dwarven waraxe of excellent quality. Bernedette struck down the Moandite with her staff. Thane fired his wand again. The hobgoblin archer fell. Erik turned around and went to help Alrissian.

 

[Olgar Shiverstone]

Re: Timmay is the Gnome

“Who’s your daddy?” Timmay intoned.

LOL.

There I was, Dwarven waraxe and battle-axe wielding Ogre Ranger with Combat Reflexes, ready to lay some smack down.

Protection from Good up from my buddy the evil cleric.

Will save? Say what? Scratch one Ogre Ranger.

 

[Angelsboi]

Funny how as the game has been progressing, Bernie has started to suck less and less, yet still is the brunt of jokes.

 

[Olgar Shiverstone]

Funny how as the game has been progressing, Bernie has started to suck less and less, yet still is the brunt of jokes.

You sure you don't want to edit that particular post?

 

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The shadowy substance left the hobgoblin. He was the last of his tribe. His subchief, Grekk, was dead. His chief, the Ogre, was dead. All of his clanmates were dead. He would not run. He was but a simple warrior. But he would die honorably here and now.

Bartol closed with the warrior. The Elven blade scored a slash along the hobgoblin’s chain mail, but did not mark his tough hide. The hobgoblin lashed out. He punctured Bartol’s lung. Down went the barbarian; only his anger kept his heart beating. Alrissian poked at the foe with his rapier. A shield, the wolf paw emblazoned on the front, deflected the blow.

Thane, unaware of the combat still going on, approached the she wolf. She was guarding her cubs. Thane reassured her.

“Damn you, Bartol,” Bernedette called. She uncorked another potion and sped to the scene.

Erik moved into position. He too was uneffective in harming the hobgoblin. Timmay searched the Ogre for anything else that might be helpful.

“Leave it to me,” Dorik tumbled thru the mass combat. The hobgoblin swung at him as he passed. Dorik completed his roll and buried his new axe in the hobgoblin’s back. So ended the Wolf Clan.

Bernedette made it just in time to save Bartol. He spasmed and was about to expire. She poured a potion down his throat. He still bled. So she applied another. Third time was a charm. Bartol’s fits ended. He started to come round.

“Are you alright?” Bernedette queried.

The first words out of Bartol’s mouth were, “I gotta go .” He had downed 7 potions in less than 5 minutes.

 

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What's mine is mine

Bartol shook his head. “For a second there,” He said. “I could’ve sworn I saw 2 Bernedettes.”

The party had to find the 2 dirt farmers. They had fled back to the prison. Bernedette convinced them it was safe again. Thane stayed with the she wolf until all the bodies were stripped. The crates, boxes, and sacks contained items from caravan raids.

Bartol put on a suit of the hobgoblin chain mail and picked up a shield and bow. The chamber had another exit. Alrissian opened the door. The passage beyond looked like it would head back to the entrance. The group plodded cautiously along. On the side of one passage was a door. Bartol found a human skull spiked to the base. Alrissian, Dorik, and Erik turned a corner. Bartol, Bernedette, Timmay, Thane, and the dirt farmers pushed the door open. Inside Bartol saw two chests. Both were large enough to hold his things.

“My father’s bow,” Bartol entered.

“Wait,” Thane and Bernedette tried.

Alrissian, Dorik, and Erik also found something interesting, a dwarven statue with arms held out. As Alrissian approached the statue, it belched a gas. Alrissian felt weaker. Erik and Dorik were unaffected. The passage ended. But Alrissian’s elven instincts made him search. He found a secret door.

Bartol did find his things. He also found Dorik’s arms and armor. The other chest contained coins. Bartol stripped off the hobgoblin armor. Everyone but Dorik left the room. Bartol and Dorik helped each other into their familiar gear. As Bartol stood looking around, he, too, saw a strange outline of a door.

“Bartol,” Bernedette asked from the door. “Are you decent?”

Bartol examined the door. Bernedette came over and looked at the writing. Thane and Timmay followed suit.

 

[Olgar Shiverstone]

Re: What's mine is mine

“Bartol,” Bernedette asked from the door. “Are you decent?”

"Bartol" and "Decent" are two words that shouldn't collide together in the same sentence.