Banewarrens d20 (Angelsboi's party)

[Elder-Basilisk]

Just finished reading the story hour. Excellent. I'm not quite clear on the classes or abilities of the characters (Erin=sor/mnk, Fiddle=Rgr/rog, Darien=Clr, Vlad=Ftr/Rog?, Richter=Ftr (possibly going Ftr/Clr/Pal or Ftr/Pal, Alya= ????) or why some people seem to be present sometimes but there's usually at least one person missing (player doesn't show up maybe) but it's a good read.

 

[biorph]

BINGO!

you got most of them on the head, Erin is a monk of the old order i.e. he can freely multiclass with sorceror. Richter is a straight fighter (in the level sense) going for a level or two of cleric eventually. Darian is a fighter cleric. Sully is straight sorceror. Vlad is fighter rogue. Fiddle is ranger rogue. Alya is pure 5 levels of bard (being an elf is the reason she can still use a decent selection of martial weapons). click on the characters link at the end of Diaglo's posts to get a more complete idea of each of the characters (levels, stats, background etc).

As for why a character is usually missing, you got that right too, not everyone can make it every time, or people have to leave the group, and new people come in etc.

I'm sure Diaglo thanks you for the compliments. Thanks for reading.

 

[diaglo]

Elder-Basilisk, thanks for reading...

Fiddle let out a groan, "Darn Ogres, they must've cut my pouch. I've lost my trade bars."

"Were those yours?" Alya smiled. "Here, I found them off to the side of the battle in the courtyard of that Ruin last night..."

"Thanks," Fiddle accepted the bars.

"What do you have to report?" Captain Dunman asked. She was all business.

Erin filed the report. He included the passwords for each of the Portals and what to expect behind them. He also mentioned the potential for invasion of the Citadel of Ravens. Captain Dunman was pleased. She took the party to the Portal back to Lord Hawklin.

"In the Name of the Forest Kingdom...."

Lord Hawklin's valet was glad to receive the party. He found a place for the party to stow their gear while another servant fetch Lord Hawklin.

"All went well, I see," Lord Hawklin said. "And did you file a report with Captain Dunman? I would know more."

Erin again filed a report. This time the party speculated more on the possible locations found behind the portals. Lord Hawklin smiled when Fiddle mentioned the Old Skull Inn.

"I wonder if they know?" Lord Hawklin said aloud. "Well no matter. Here, here is your payment and Our thanks." He handed each party member a small pouch of gems.

"You are too generous," Alya cooed. "We only expected half this amount."

Fiddle tugged on the bard. "Ixnay on the enerousgay."

Darian turned to the pile of orcish things. "Shall we sell them?"

"One moment," Erin hummed. His eyes lit up and so did his smile. "Magic, magic, magic..."

The human Zhent warrior had a large magical wooden shield; the battle axe which Vlad had; magical banded mail; and a ring. The party had also recovered one potion from the orcs.

"Lets see about these first. Lord Hawklin can you help us?" Erin asked. "As part of our payment would you identify the magic involved in the manufacture of these items."

"I shall see if I can find someone," Lord Hawklin took his leave.

 

[Olgar Shiverstone]

*Sigh* detect magic.

*Mr Withers voice*

"And I would have gotten away with it, too, if it hadn't been for those lousy adventurers!"

They almost sold off all the magical loot as mundane. Almost.

 

[diaglo]

Magic shop

“You are in possession of some rather interesting items of magic here,” the wizard said. “This battle axe has several enchantments. The simplest one is evocation. It provides a means to penetrate armor better than normal weaponry. It also has runes in Chondathan, but the language is Damarran.”

“Let me see,” Vlad said. The runes about the single, sharp steel blade crackled with blue flame, “They name the axe 'Nightstrike', while additional runes on the polished darkwood handle of the axe further name the weapon 'Elf-cleaver'. Clearly it is a blade of ancient lineage.”

“This ring will provide sustenance for its bearer,” the wizard continued. “And this potion is one of fiery breath.”

Erin took the ring and potion. He placed it on his finger.

“The banded mail has a stronger enchantment than the shield, but both provide a better form of protection,” the wizard finished.

Darian accepted the shield and mail. “I don’t know if I’ll keep the mail.”

“Well if you do sell it,” Fiddle mentioned. “I want my share. Sully you better take this Fireball scroll.”

 

[biorph]

Ya know if it's a holy symbol of Lolth, Bane, or just a weapon that uses too much black and red you can almost bet Darian is going to try to destroy it ASAP. But you have a weapon actually NAMED "Elf-cleaver" and no one so much as even glances in Alya's direction. *sniffle* *whimper*

 

[diaglo]

A rocky reunion

Fiddle, Sully, Erin, Vlad, and Alya gathered at the Five Flagons. They prepared for their trip to Eveningstar. A monastery of Erin’s Order was located there. Erin wanted to inform his Order about the Moander warnings and find out what more information he could. From there they would travel to Tilverton to speak with Filani the Wisewoman.

Richter and Darian entered the Common room. Darian sported a shining new set of chain mail. Richter carried his armor, purse, and arms. He laid them at Alya’s feet.

“Are we ready to leave?” Alya asked. “What’s this?”

“These are for you,” Richter said. “I owe you an apology and some compensation for your brother’s things.”

“For me?” Alya cooed. “Why thank you. I see they got my letter.”

“What’s this all about?” Erin asked.

“My order has Geased me,” Richter informed the group. “I am to recompense Alya and seek her forgiveness for speaking unkindly against her brother, Veridian. It is all in this letter.” Richter handed the letter to Darian.

Darian read the letter. His brow furrowed. He tsked aloud several times.

“Alya, how much does Richter owe you?” Erin inquired.

“Ten thousand gold lions or there about,” Alya replied.

“We too are partly responsible,” Erin added. He handed Alya a large sum of trade bars.

“Don’t think these lies won’t go unanswered,” Darian rebuked. He too handed some gold to Alya.

“Well if you’ll excuse me I have a few things to sell and buy,” Alya left with Richter’s things.

“Don’t look at me,” Fiddle said.

 

[diaglo]

The King's Forest

Later that afternoon when Alya returned she was in a very happy mood. “All is forgiven,” she said to Richter.

Still the air was thick with the tension as the party left Suzail. They traveled North into the King’s Forest. Richter picked up a sturdy walking staff from the trail. He was still unarmored. And he wouldn’t accept offers by Vlad, Darian, Sully, Fiddle, or Erin to purchase new armor or arms. He wouldn’t even accept the use of spare arms or one of the infinite slings several party members carried.

As night approached the party entered the town of Dhedluk. A wooden palisade protected the town. All of the villagers the party encountered eyed the party suspiciously. Even at the Inn things weren’t much better. Erin offered to help man the walls for a watch. But the guards did not accept the offer of help. Something wasn’t right here.

In the morning, a caravan set off South for Suzail. No one, but the party, headed North. And with the tension still between the members, it was a slow quiet trip. A light rain came down on and off. Nothing else bothered the party. They bedded down just off the trail that evening.

The next morning, they were once again damp from a light drizzle. An hour or so on the trail everyone was soon lost in their own thoughts. A crashing sound was heard.

“Trouble from the East,” Fiddle yelled to the party. He dismounted and jumped into the brush. Sully, Vlad, and Erin joined him. Alya, Darian and Richter likewise moved off the trail. But they didn’t hide.

A large bear like creature crashed out of the forest. It had the features of an owl in its face and feathers mixed with fur on its arms. It also had several open wounds. Blood flowed freely. It charged at a position near where Sully had disappeared. Fiddle fired an arrow into a vital spot below the Owlbear's neck.

 

[Angelsboi]

Richter wouldn't. It was a pride thing. I wont discuss it in detail b/c I dont want to say something I'll regret later. But Richter's (and my) pride wouldnt have allowed that.

That would mean Alya won and he would have to ask for help. He (or I) wasn't about o let that happen.

And I would also like to point out how happy she was when i mentioned I was Geased as she tried to tell me to shut up during my apology.

Not the sign of a good person.

I have my some isues but I wont drag them up here. It was a great game and all worked out in the end.

 

[Olgar Shiverstone]

Richter's response was quite in character for him.

Stubborn, pig-headed, and quite the opposite of the lesson the church leadership was trying to teach him, but quite consistent with his character. Very well roleplayed by AB, BTW.

Of course, Alya was hardly gracious about the whole thing, the backstabbing wench (also well-roleplayed by biorph). Too bad there are secrets that can't be revealed yet; I think everyone would feel a little better about it.

Nothing like a little inter-party tension to liven things up -- at least it didn't come to blows.