Banewarrens d20 (Angelsboi's party)
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Lies. All lies. This is what really happened ...
Bartol decided to go to the Flagon Held High while Thane did some of his business, Timmay talked to the gnome propriator and I researched my spell, ya know, the one that will grow hair back.
Well we sent the new elf guy (and if i hear one more elf joke, i swear something from another plane will be called forth) to babysit Bartol. If you wanna be a part of our group, you have to prove your worth and babysitting the barbarian is deffinately proving your worth.
So anyway, i hear someone shout 'Timmay!' and i thought we were going into battle. I look outside and see the new guy, Veridian, running down the street, followed by little Timmay. I run downstairs and run into Thane as he's coming out of Grimwald's Revenge. We look at each other and know instantly Bartol is in trouble. Veridian came and got help from Timmay because he couldn't control Bartol. He truly is one of us.
We arrive at the tavern to see Bartol talking it up with some woman flashing gloves made of red dragon scales. Her companions are also wearing red and call themselves the Company of Dragon Slayers. It appears theres two of us slayers in town. It appears our barbarian told the group about us being in the Thunderpeaks and about the dragon we slayed. We all tried to get him to shut up and no avail. I had to do the only thing i could. He is 20 years old and 20 year old guys want one thing more than treasure or ale.
I ripped the side of my dress to my high thigh. He was astounded. I told Bartol he would get some if he went back to the room and waited for me. I tried to get Thane to knock him out but i guess Thane's response is 'If he aint getting any, one of us should be.'
We stopped Bartol from telling all of our secrets and we discovered the cult of Moander in town, thanks to the ring i wear that hides wether im good or evil. I trudged back to the room to find Bartol all nice and clean and waiting. I cant believe i lost my virginity to Bartol on my 17th birthday.
At least the next day he still talked to me and even bought me a dark blue cloak with a silver crescent moon, the symbol of Corellion Larethion, the god i worship. He truly does know me. The next day we found out the young girl from the Flagon Held High (who approached me about Moander) was murdered, her throat slashed. The guards found out, from Bartol of course, that we had a connection to her and he wanted to speak with Bartol. To get him out of trouble, i came to the rescue once again.
I told the guard he had an alibi and it was me. The party attested to this and told them how we 'celebrated' my birthday. He asked if anyone else not from the party could confirm our story. We told him to ask those in rooms around us.
Thats what really happened.
Lies. All lies. This is what really happened ...
Bartol decided to go to the Flagon Held High while Thane did some of his business, Timmay talked to the gnome propriator and I researched my spell, ya know, the one that will grow hair back.
Well we sent the new elf guy (and if i hear one more elf joke, i swear something from another plane will be called forth) to babysit Bartol. If you wanna be a part of our group, you have to prove your worth and babysitting the barbarian is deffinately proving your worth.
So anyway, i hear someone shout 'Timmay!' and i thought we were going into battle. I look outside and see the new guy, Veridian, running down the street, followed by little Timmay. I run downstairs and run into Thane as he's coming out of Grimwald's Revenge. We look at each other and know instantly Bartol is in trouble. Veridian came and got help from Timmay because he couldn't control Bartol. He truly is one of us.
We arrive at the tavern to see Bartol talking it up with some woman flashing gloves made of red dragon scales. Her companions are also wearing red and call themselves the Company of Dragon Slayers. It appears theres two of us slayers in town. It appears our barbarian told the group about us being in the Thunderpeaks and about the dragon we slayed. We all tried to get him to shut up and no avail. I had to do the only thing i could. He is 20 years old and 20 year old guys want one thing more than treasure or ale.
I ripped the side of my dress to my high thigh. He was astounded. I told Bartol he would get some if he went back to the room and waited for me. I tried to get Thane to knock him out but i guess Thane's response is 'If he aint getting any, one of us should be.'
We stopped Bartol from telling all of our secrets and we discovered the cult of Moander in town, thanks to the ring i wear that hides wether im good or evil. I trudged back to the room to find Bartol all nice and clean and waiting. I cant believe i lost my virginity to Bartol on my 17th birthday.
At least the next day he still talked to me and even bought me a dark blue cloak with a silver crescent moon, the symbol of Corellion Larethion, the god i worship. He truly does know me. The next day we found out the young girl from the Flagon Held High (who approached me about Moander) was murdered, her throat slashed. The guards found out, from Bartol of course, that we had a connection to her and he wanted to speak with Bartol. To get him out of trouble, i came to the rescue once again.
I told the guard he had an alibi and it was me. The party attested to this and told them how we 'celebrated' my birthday. He asked if anyone else not from the party could confirm our story. We told him to ask those in rooms around us.
Thats what really happened.
diaglo
Adventurer
Unrequited Love
“We need a plan,” Erik said as everyone finally put away their new things. “Veridian believes we are going to be visited this evening by a gang of thieves.”
Veridian retold his news. Thane, Timmay, and Erik added some ideas for strategy.
“I’m never going to get my hair back,” Bernedette cried. “I need 3 days to finish my research and part of another to identify some of our items.”
Bartol’s bubble burst. “She’s never going to care for me as much as she does those books,” he thought. He looked at the pages of his spellbook. The one Bernedette had helped him create. The one from which he was learning to read. “Maybe if my spellbook had some new magic…”
The basic plan was to watch and wait. Veridian found a hiding place. Erik guarded the door. And Thane, Timmay, Bernedette, and Bartol took turns looking out the window or resting. The night crept by very slowly.
Everyone had dozed off. When a shout was heard. And the light outside seemed to be too bright
Bartol got up and started putting on his gear. Bernedette helped him. When the last buckle was in place Bartol grabbed his shield and went for the door.
“No, not the door,” Thane grumbled. “They are probably waiting for us in the hallway.”
“Fire… stable…” someone on the street shouted again.
“Fire,” Bartol shouted. “Bob. I must save Bob.”
Bartol turned, braced his shield, and charged out the window. Bernedette briefly grabbed him, but remembered they were on the ground floor. So she let him go. She quickly followed.
“We need a plan,” Erik said as everyone finally put away their new things. “Veridian believes we are going to be visited this evening by a gang of thieves.”
Veridian retold his news. Thane, Timmay, and Erik added some ideas for strategy.
“I’m never going to get my hair back,” Bernedette cried. “I need 3 days to finish my research and part of another to identify some of our items.”
Bartol’s bubble burst. “She’s never going to care for me as much as she does those books,” he thought. He looked at the pages of his spellbook. The one Bernedette had helped him create. The one from which he was learning to read. “Maybe if my spellbook had some new magic…”
The basic plan was to watch and wait. Veridian found a hiding place. Erik guarded the door. And Thane, Timmay, Bernedette, and Bartol took turns looking out the window or resting. The night crept by very slowly.
Everyone had dozed off. When a shout was heard. And the light outside seemed to be too bright
Bartol got up and started putting on his gear. Bernedette helped him. When the last buckle was in place Bartol grabbed his shield and went for the door.
“No, not the door,” Thane grumbled. “They are probably waiting for us in the hallway.”
“Fire… stable…” someone on the street shouted again.
“Fire,” Bartol shouted. “Bob. I must save Bob.”
Bartol turned, braced his shield, and charged out the window. Bernedette briefly grabbed him, but remembered they were on the ground floor. So she let him go. She quickly followed.
diaglo
Adventurer
Out of the Frying pan and into the Fire
The fire raged stronger than anything in Bartol’s blood. He plunged into the stables and headlong into a cloud of smoke.
“Bo…b…b,” Bartol coughed.
He opened a stall and shooed the horse out. He turned to the next stall and did likewise. The flames climbed and the roof burned unchecked. Bartol didn’t have much time. He ran to the next set of stalls.
“B…art……o….” Bernedette started to say. She coughed and stumbled.
Bartol grabbed the last horse and started back for the entrance. He helped Bernedette outside. A bucket brigade had formed. They were mostly woman and children. Although the watch had been called. Bartol laid Bernedette beside the well and went back for more.
He launched a bucket full onto the roof. Bernedette came alongside him.
“They can handle this,” Bernedette said. “We must go back and help the others.” She turned and ran.
Bartol swore. He tossed another bucket full of water and sped after the young caller. The Purple Dragons had arrived.
Bartol soon caught up. As the two lovers entered the inn again by way of the front door, Bernedette saw a battle in progress. A female stranger, Veridian, Thane and Erik were scattered in the hallway. Two other strangers lay dead on the floor. Bartol ran passed Bernedette to aid the others. From a side room a rapier struck his shield. Veridian reacted to the attacker and tumbled into the room.
Timmay emerged from the party’s room and mumbled in draconic, “I’m the gnome.” The attacker froze.
Bartol dropped his shield drew his GreatSword and took the head off his opponent. He then turned to the last stranger. He advanced.
“Calm down, big boy,” Bernedette whispered as she grabbed his arm. “Save that energy for later.”
The fire raged stronger than anything in Bartol’s blood. He plunged into the stables and headlong into a cloud of smoke.
“Bo…b…b,” Bartol coughed.
He opened a stall and shooed the horse out. He turned to the next stall and did likewise. The flames climbed and the roof burned unchecked. Bartol didn’t have much time. He ran to the next set of stalls.
“B…art……o….” Bernedette started to say. She coughed and stumbled.
Bartol grabbed the last horse and started back for the entrance. He helped Bernedette outside. A bucket brigade had formed. They were mostly woman and children. Although the watch had been called. Bartol laid Bernedette beside the well and went back for more.
He launched a bucket full onto the roof. Bernedette came alongside him.
“They can handle this,” Bernedette said. “We must go back and help the others.” She turned and ran.
Bartol swore. He tossed another bucket full of water and sped after the young caller. The Purple Dragons had arrived.
Bartol soon caught up. As the two lovers entered the inn again by way of the front door, Bernedette saw a battle in progress. A female stranger, Veridian, Thane and Erik were scattered in the hallway. Two other strangers lay dead on the floor. Bartol ran passed Bernedette to aid the others. From a side room a rapier struck his shield. Veridian reacted to the attacker and tumbled into the room.
Timmay emerged from the party’s room and mumbled in draconic, “I’m the gnome.” The attacker froze.
Bartol dropped his shield drew his GreatSword and took the head off his opponent. He then turned to the last stranger. He advanced.
“Calm down, big boy,” Bernedette whispered as she grabbed his arm. “Save that energy for later.”
diaglo
Adventurer
Caught in the act
It was true. Timmay had the strange woman completely enthralled. The others began to search the bodies.
“Fire,” Bartol remembered. “The stables are still on fire.”
Although, he now had lost some of us strength, he turned and went back to the stables. His anger always seemed to leave him weakened afterwards.
Forty or so people battled the blaze. Bartol went up to a man in armor shouting orders.
“Where can I find the leader of these Dragons?” Bartol asked.
“I am the Commander,” the man replied. “I’m busy. Grab a bucket or get out of the way.”
Bartol ignored the orders. “This was all a distraction. We were set upon by thieves. We slew 3 of them.”
This got the Commander’s attention. He ordered his subordinate to take over with the fire and followed Bartol back to the room.
“That makes 4 murders,” the Commander said as he walked, “this night.”
They arrived at the room. Timmay was interrogating the “guest.”
“We didn’t murder anyone.” Bartol retorted. “Who else was slain?”
“When is defending yourself murder?” Thane rejoined.
Timmay had the "guest" tell all to the Commander. As the Commander was taking the prisoner away, he turned to Bartol.
“I don’t have to answer your questions, but I’m interested to find out why you are curious. The fourth victim was found in an alley by…”
“The Flagon Held High,” Bartol finished his sentence. “Her name was Alisiar. She was a waitress, barmaid at the establishment. Either her throat was cut or she was poisoned or both.”
“Yes,” the Commander gasped. “Where were you last night? And how do you know so much?”
It was true. Timmay had the strange woman completely enthralled. The others began to search the bodies.
“Fire,” Bartol remembered. “The stables are still on fire.”
Although, he now had lost some of us strength, he turned and went back to the stables. His anger always seemed to leave him weakened afterwards.
Forty or so people battled the blaze. Bartol went up to a man in armor shouting orders.
“Where can I find the leader of these Dragons?” Bartol asked.
“I am the Commander,” the man replied. “I’m busy. Grab a bucket or get out of the way.”
Bartol ignored the orders. “This was all a distraction. We were set upon by thieves. We slew 3 of them.”
This got the Commander’s attention. He ordered his subordinate to take over with the fire and followed Bartol back to the room.
“That makes 4 murders,” the Commander said as he walked, “this night.”
They arrived at the room. Timmay was interrogating the “guest.”
“We didn’t murder anyone.” Bartol retorted. “Who else was slain?”
“When is defending yourself murder?” Thane rejoined.
Timmay had the "guest" tell all to the Commander. As the Commander was taking the prisoner away, he turned to Bartol.
“I don’t have to answer your questions, but I’m interested to find out why you are curious. The fourth victim was found in an alley by…”
“The Flagon Held High,” Bartol finished his sentence. “Her name was Alisiar. She was a waitress, barmaid at the establishment. Either her throat was cut or she was poisoned or both.”
“Yes,” the Commander gasped. “Where were you last night? And how do you know so much?”
diaglo
Adventurer
Cherry picking.
“I went to the Flagon Held High with Veridian,” Bartol confessed. “Alisiar was our waitress. But I didn’t stay very long. I had a better offer.” Bartol winked.
Everyone turned to Bernedette. She blushed.
“I was with Bartol last night,” Bernedette whispered.
“Speak up,” the Commander ordered. “It sounded like you said you had relations with the barbarian.”
“I did,” Bernedette said a little louder. She was bright red with embarrassment. Under her breath she added, "I lost my virginity."
“And they were pretty loud about it,” Thane chimed in. “Just ask our neighbors or Thungor.”
“I will,” the Commander replied. “Don’t go anywhere.” He left with the prisoner.
A few minutes later he returned with a couple of his men. They helped cart off the bodies of the dead thieves.
“Your story checks out,” the Commander said. “But I don’t want you going far. Will you be staying here for a few more days?”
“Of course,” Timmay answered. “There is no better inn in all of Tilverton.”
The Commander followed his men out.
“Looks like we have some more things to sell,” Erik broke in.
“I went to the Flagon Held High with Veridian,” Bartol confessed. “Alisiar was our waitress. But I didn’t stay very long. I had a better offer.” Bartol winked.
Everyone turned to Bernedette. She blushed.
“I was with Bartol last night,” Bernedette whispered.
“Speak up,” the Commander ordered. “It sounded like you said you had relations with the barbarian.”
“I did,” Bernedette said a little louder. She was bright red with embarrassment. Under her breath she added, "I lost my virginity."
“And they were pretty loud about it,” Thane chimed in. “Just ask our neighbors or Thungor.”
“I will,” the Commander replied. “Don’t go anywhere.” He left with the prisoner.
A few minutes later he returned with a couple of his men. They helped cart off the bodies of the dead thieves.
“Your story checks out,” the Commander said. “But I don’t want you going far. Will you be staying here for a few more days?”
“Of course,” Timmay answered. “There is no better inn in all of Tilverton.”
The Commander followed his men out.
“Looks like we have some more things to sell,” Erik broke in.
