Leopold
NKL4LYFE
Party:
1 dwarven fi/Ironbound (GR Hammer and Helm) 9/1-typical dwarf wants to reunite people and re-conquer old citadel. Picture a Sherman tank with an axe and you got this guy (AC of 40+)
1 female human bard 10-typical female storyteller bard support. Local lore gatherer and singer.
1 dwarven cleric 11-worships the gnome god of metal and is main healer.
1 human scout/rog 6/3 (AEG Mercs)-recon and sniper to the extreme. US Seals would be proud of him.
1 human sor 10-metaspelled (netbook of feats) to learn every spell out there that has mass damage and morphed them to be electrical based (lightning ball, cone of electricity, etc.). One word: "Artillery"
Currently going to fight a Kuo-toan city in the underdark and realized they needed some backup. So what does any good party do? They go get MERCENARIES! So the cleric and the bard give the Sor and the Fighter the bag of holding with the cash and say "Go find us some good people!" and off they teleport!
I said "Ok in Bluffisde (MEG/THG) you find the guild the shopkeeper told you about and it will have 20 mercs there for you to look over." I then brook out Jamis Bucks' Random (and I DO mean random!) NPCGen and set it for:
Levels 6-12
ANY Core Race
ANY Core Class
ANY Alignment
So it shoots back a nice list and they pick the ones they want. Guildmaster sets up typical guarantees for his people as the fighter and Sor did keep mentioning, "Well we do need fodder".
Conditions:
100gp/hireling to be paid up front
20gp/week
1/3 share of all treasure to be divvied up amongst the survivors
Guaranteed raise dead or resurrection pending if body is handy and available to be made at all costs regardless of how they died.
They agreed to those terms.
What did they get?
3 Dwarven Fi/9-11 All Lawfulish (???). Typical Stoic dwarven fighters except: 1 dual wields a Light Pick and a Shortspear, one is a great bowman with all the bowman feats (precise shot, rapid shot, etc.), and the last has mounted feats that would make a paladin proud!
Savaran Dwarven Fi/Paladin LG 8/1-New PC who wishes to be a dwarven champion. Specializes in everything that has to do with a shield (shield focus, shield specialization, shield mastery, etc.) another defensive combat person that I have to deal with. On a holy quest of his own to find the secrets behind his dreams.
Roscoe, male, halfling Ro/10 (Alignment withheld). They wanted someone to open locks, find traps, and pull some stealth moves; well they sort of got what they wanted. Picture Houdini only 3' tall and dual wielding short swords. They asked him to pick a lock and said "Wouldn't it be easier if I was locked up inside a box and had to get out?" They figured he'd be the man for the job. Just don't ask him to open the lock...
Asfrid, fe 1/2e Bard/9 Neutral-Most beautiful courtesan you could ever ask for, what would be nicer than a smooth skinned gorgeous elven lass who can croon a song better and laud the meanest monster to a peaceful state quicker than the existing bard can. Shame she's got the brainpower of a toadstool, but hey, brains aren't everything. The sorcerer argued vehemently for her, as "Hey we can never have enough eye candy!" the fighter reluctantly agreed.
Thariian ma Elf Wi/11 (Alignment withheld)-Elf that has more bone on his body than skin, one gaunt and lean elf. Pastimes include: Summoning Demons, laying waste to small towns, and making plans to concur the world all for the glory of himself. At least that's what he keeps telling himself, and himself, and the other guy that keeps talking but we don't know all about him.
Bergthor ma Human Ranger/6 (Alignment withheld)-scouring human with a penchant for taking his great sword and cleaving small woodland creatures in half with it. Other sissy rangers need 2 weapons; he's got one that makes him even more focused on the job ahead.
Quarimust ma 1/2e Cl8 of Hextor (Alignment withheld)-His entrance was formal and absolute. Saluted the 2 who he presumed to be the people who hired him, introduced himself, asked for a formal written contract signed and then asked for a duplicate for his own records. His domains include: Knowledge and Destruction and he is quite proud of his god and what he can and WILL do. Once contract is signed and his copy is authorized he promptly says, "I shall serve you dutifully and faithfully in whatever capacity my lord god Hextor has granted me. Your enemies shall fall before the righteous and us and just shall overcome the hordes of chaos that attempt to test our mettle. I am your to command lords." and he pounds his fist to his platted chest and bows his head. The sor and fi look at each other and raise an eyebrow
So they teleport the motley band slowly but surely to the city of the Rockseers and then start to form up and plan out marching order and formations. Right away the Cleric of Hextor suggests that he be in charge of logistics and planning as Hextor blesses his clerics with the ability to turn a motley band into a full fledged fighting unit. This sets the dwarven cleric off and the Hextorian responds with a simple "You are a dwarf. You worship a gnome god, therefore I shall call you a gnome from now on as you have turned your back on your racial deity and embraced another race as your chosen one. Leave war to us who know how to plan and execute said measures, go back to healing the weak." The other dwarves
While that is going on the new 1/2e bard is fawning all over the human sorcerer asking all about his "Big magic’s and WOW spells”. This sets off the other bard who was all about being the center of attention.
Meanwhile the Wizard begins casting spells practicing his lightning bolts on the cavern walls, which turns everyone around.
The sorcerer breaks himself away and asks, "What spells do you have?"
Wiz:” I have all the spells that will DESTROY all who oppose me! I can summon foul demons from the depths of the abyss to bend to my will and unleash them on the enemy."
Sor: "Can you do fireball?"
Wiz: “Fireball?"
Sor: "Spell that creates fire damage in a big area?"
Wiz: "Oh that spell! Of course, it's right here, in..my..umm..rr..no?"
Sor: "Take this scroll, sit in the corner, and scribe it till you know it."
Wiz: "Okey dokey!"
Erstwhile the ranger is already ticked at the dwarven fighter who challenged him to attack him and nearly killed him while the dwarf managed to slay him in the process is still stewing from his Raise dead guaranteed in his contract.
Roscoe wonders why in the name of god he's here and how in the hell he's going to survive in this deep dark hole.
The priests of Hextor and gnome god backed by the paladin go at it. Dwarven recruits are giving points to the god of Hextor as he does have some points on the finer arts of war and strategy while all the dwarven gnome god priest just keeps telling him that "Well you make weapons out of metal and my god helps create them!" At this point the Hextorian takes out a copper coin and tells him to "Go pray to your god over there who makes your shiny things of metal while those who are concerned about the upcoming battle against the enemy plan their doom!" and flicks the coin off into the cave. Dwarves laugh at this and the cleric storms off hotter than the forges of Clangeddin. Meanwhile the Paladin still argues that war is bad and peace is good, while the priest of hextor laughs out loud and tells him "Righteous is all that should matter to you, justice shall prevail over the writing masses of chaos and the daemon spawn shall be purged off the earth while we engage in the greatest test of mettle that any species can ever hope to do! Now go find a god to worship (paladin didn't have one but I like having religious people pick a god anyway) as those that have no faith in a true power mean as little to me as the coin that I just discarded!"
There we have it people. The party has hired a motley crew of experienced adventures who I (the DM) am going to have a BLAST playing! Oooh converts of hextor, cat fights amongst bards, interparty warfare, psychotic mages with spells of mass destruction, and the halfling who hopes he comes out of this alive and in one piece!
ahhh and you thought DM'n will be boring! MUAHHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!
1 dwarven fi/Ironbound (GR Hammer and Helm) 9/1-typical dwarf wants to reunite people and re-conquer old citadel. Picture a Sherman tank with an axe and you got this guy (AC of 40+)
1 female human bard 10-typical female storyteller bard support. Local lore gatherer and singer.
1 dwarven cleric 11-worships the gnome god of metal and is main healer.
1 human scout/rog 6/3 (AEG Mercs)-recon and sniper to the extreme. US Seals would be proud of him.
1 human sor 10-metaspelled (netbook of feats) to learn every spell out there that has mass damage and morphed them to be electrical based (lightning ball, cone of electricity, etc.). One word: "Artillery"
Currently going to fight a Kuo-toan city in the underdark and realized they needed some backup. So what does any good party do? They go get MERCENARIES! So the cleric and the bard give the Sor and the Fighter the bag of holding with the cash and say "Go find us some good people!" and off they teleport!
I said "Ok in Bluffisde (MEG/THG) you find the guild the shopkeeper told you about and it will have 20 mercs there for you to look over." I then brook out Jamis Bucks' Random (and I DO mean random!) NPCGen and set it for:
Levels 6-12
ANY Core Race
ANY Core Class
ANY Alignment
So it shoots back a nice list and they pick the ones they want. Guildmaster sets up typical guarantees for his people as the fighter and Sor did keep mentioning, "Well we do need fodder".
Conditions:
100gp/hireling to be paid up front
20gp/week
1/3 share of all treasure to be divvied up amongst the survivors
Guaranteed raise dead or resurrection pending if body is handy and available to be made at all costs regardless of how they died.
They agreed to those terms.
What did they get?
3 Dwarven Fi/9-11 All Lawfulish (???). Typical Stoic dwarven fighters except: 1 dual wields a Light Pick and a Shortspear, one is a great bowman with all the bowman feats (precise shot, rapid shot, etc.), and the last has mounted feats that would make a paladin proud!
Savaran Dwarven Fi/Paladin LG 8/1-New PC who wishes to be a dwarven champion. Specializes in everything that has to do with a shield (shield focus, shield specialization, shield mastery, etc.) another defensive combat person that I have to deal with. On a holy quest of his own to find the secrets behind his dreams.
Roscoe, male, halfling Ro/10 (Alignment withheld). They wanted someone to open locks, find traps, and pull some stealth moves; well they sort of got what they wanted. Picture Houdini only 3' tall and dual wielding short swords. They asked him to pick a lock and said "Wouldn't it be easier if I was locked up inside a box and had to get out?" They figured he'd be the man for the job. Just don't ask him to open the lock...
Asfrid, fe 1/2e Bard/9 Neutral-Most beautiful courtesan you could ever ask for, what would be nicer than a smooth skinned gorgeous elven lass who can croon a song better and laud the meanest monster to a peaceful state quicker than the existing bard can. Shame she's got the brainpower of a toadstool, but hey, brains aren't everything. The sorcerer argued vehemently for her, as "Hey we can never have enough eye candy!" the fighter reluctantly agreed.
Thariian ma Elf Wi/11 (Alignment withheld)-Elf that has more bone on his body than skin, one gaunt and lean elf. Pastimes include: Summoning Demons, laying waste to small towns, and making plans to concur the world all for the glory of himself. At least that's what he keeps telling himself, and himself, and the other guy that keeps talking but we don't know all about him.
Bergthor ma Human Ranger/6 (Alignment withheld)-scouring human with a penchant for taking his great sword and cleaving small woodland creatures in half with it. Other sissy rangers need 2 weapons; he's got one that makes him even more focused on the job ahead.
Quarimust ma 1/2e Cl8 of Hextor (Alignment withheld)-His entrance was formal and absolute. Saluted the 2 who he presumed to be the people who hired him, introduced himself, asked for a formal written contract signed and then asked for a duplicate for his own records. His domains include: Knowledge and Destruction and he is quite proud of his god and what he can and WILL do. Once contract is signed and his copy is authorized he promptly says, "I shall serve you dutifully and faithfully in whatever capacity my lord god Hextor has granted me. Your enemies shall fall before the righteous and us and just shall overcome the hordes of chaos that attempt to test our mettle. I am your to command lords." and he pounds his fist to his platted chest and bows his head. The sor and fi look at each other and raise an eyebrow
So they teleport the motley band slowly but surely to the city of the Rockseers and then start to form up and plan out marching order and formations. Right away the Cleric of Hextor suggests that he be in charge of logistics and planning as Hextor blesses his clerics with the ability to turn a motley band into a full fledged fighting unit. This sets the dwarven cleric off and the Hextorian responds with a simple "You are a dwarf. You worship a gnome god, therefore I shall call you a gnome from now on as you have turned your back on your racial deity and embraced another race as your chosen one. Leave war to us who know how to plan and execute said measures, go back to healing the weak." The other dwarves
While that is going on the new 1/2e bard is fawning all over the human sorcerer asking all about his "Big magic’s and WOW spells”. This sets off the other bard who was all about being the center of attention.
Meanwhile the Wizard begins casting spells practicing his lightning bolts on the cavern walls, which turns everyone around.
The sorcerer breaks himself away and asks, "What spells do you have?"
Wiz:” I have all the spells that will DESTROY all who oppose me! I can summon foul demons from the depths of the abyss to bend to my will and unleash them on the enemy."
Sor: "Can you do fireball?"
Wiz: “Fireball?"
Sor: "Spell that creates fire damage in a big area?"
Wiz: "Oh that spell! Of course, it's right here, in..my..umm..rr..no?"
Sor: "Take this scroll, sit in the corner, and scribe it till you know it."
Wiz: "Okey dokey!"
Erstwhile the ranger is already ticked at the dwarven fighter who challenged him to attack him and nearly killed him while the dwarf managed to slay him in the process is still stewing from his Raise dead guaranteed in his contract.
Roscoe wonders why in the name of god he's here and how in the hell he's going to survive in this deep dark hole.
The priests of Hextor and gnome god backed by the paladin go at it. Dwarven recruits are giving points to the god of Hextor as he does have some points on the finer arts of war and strategy while all the dwarven gnome god priest just keeps telling him that "Well you make weapons out of metal and my god helps create them!" At this point the Hextorian takes out a copper coin and tells him to "Go pray to your god over there who makes your shiny things of metal while those who are concerned about the upcoming battle against the enemy plan their doom!" and flicks the coin off into the cave. Dwarves laugh at this and the cleric storms off hotter than the forges of Clangeddin. Meanwhile the Paladin still argues that war is bad and peace is good, while the priest of hextor laughs out loud and tells him "Righteous is all that should matter to you, justice shall prevail over the writing masses of chaos and the daemon spawn shall be purged off the earth while we engage in the greatest test of mettle that any species can ever hope to do! Now go find a god to worship (paladin didn't have one but I like having religious people pick a god anyway) as those that have no faith in a true power mean as little to me as the coin that I just discarded!"
There we have it people. The party has hired a motley crew of experienced adventures who I (the DM) am going to have a BLAST playing! Oooh converts of hextor, cat fights amongst bards, interparty warfare, psychotic mages with spells of mass destruction, and the halfling who hopes he comes out of this alive and in one piece!
ahhh and you thought DM'n will be boring! MUAHHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!
