[LPF] Lost Imperium

[perrinmiller]

Pirvinia von Lichenstein, Human Female

Pirvinia scraps her idea of posing as an innocent, not that she would necessarily be convincing having lost her own virginity a number of years before. Besides, the pitting Wolf Hunters against the wolf pack, meant that they all could work together.

“Alright then, I suppose it is settled. We better not fail, your majesty.”

“We possess the axe, so that makes us the hunters. I will let you guys decide which will actually carry and use it, Garadh and Tsaaruk.”

“But we have some time to prepare other things. If we need silver weapons or other things, we should acquire them. A bunch of alchemist fire and tanglefoot bags might help. I have four flasks of the fire, and some acid too.”

[sblock=Mini-stats]Privinia von Lichenstein
Initiative: +8, Perception: +6 (8 with Mazi)
AC: 13 (17 w/ Mage Armor) (Touch 13, Flat-footed 11)->
HP: 32 Current: 32
CMD: 12, Fort: +3, Ref: +3, Will: +5 (Add +1 to Saves with Resistance)
Conditions in Effect: Eschew Materials, PBS, Precise Shot, Ring of Sustenance

Weapon in Hand: None
Spells Remaining: 1st Level: 8/8, 2nd Level: 5/5

Mazi
Initiative: +2 Senses: low-light vision; Perception: +13
AC: 19 (Touch 16, flat-footed 17)
HP: 16 Current: 16
Fort: +0, Ref: +4, Will: +6
Conditions in effect: Improved Evasion, Empathic Link
Weapon in Hand: Bite [Att: +8, dmg: 1d2-5(1 non-lethal)]

Combat Trained Light Horse
Initiative: +2 Senses: low-light vision, Scent; Perception: +6
AC: 13 (Touch 9, flat-footed 13)
HP: 15 Current: 15
Fort: +6, Ref: +5, Will: +1
Conditions in effect: War-trained, 50ft movement
Weapon in Hand: 2 Hooves [Att: +3, dmg: 1d4+3][/sblock]

 

[BigB]

"I also have 5 flasks of the fire. Torglarok's fury will find the wolves hurting." He then steps closer to Garadh to converse over the axe. "Do we trade the axe for your blade or for my hammer? It does not seem to matter to me which of wields the axe. If you would like the honor then that is good. If you feel your blade would better serve then I can wield the axe. I must say I feel better with all of us as the wolf hunters."

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Tsaaruck
Initiative +1
AC: 20 (with shield/ Flat:19, Touch: 12)
HP: 54 current: 54
CMB: +9 / CMD: 21 Fort: +7 / Ref: +2 / Will: +2
Resistence: 0
Current Weapon in Hand: Shield & Warhammer
Rage: 12/12
Renewed Vigor: 1/1

http://livingpf.wikia.com/wiki/Tsaaruk(BIGB)#Finances
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[Systole]

Mirra listens to what she can of the contest, but when no more information is forthcoming, she excuses herself and finds Jyman Trout and trades for a silvered spear and a stout silvered mace. Afterwards, she finds the castle library and pages through various tomes, but finds herself frustrated by the lack of written information. "Oral traditions," she says with a frown.

When it seems there is nothing further she can do to prepare, she retires to her room.

[sblock=OOC]Ready to advance.[/sblock][sblock=Mini Stats]Mirra Weathersmith

AC: 18+2 (13+2 flat-footed, 15 touch)
HP: 28/28
CMB: +4 CMD: 17
Fort: +4 Reflex: +7 Will: +2

Perception: +7
Initiative: +3

Bombs: 9/10
Cognatogen Prepared: Intelligence
1st Level: 4/4
2nd Level: 1/2
Extracts Prepared: None

Current Weapon in Hand: Bomb (+6, x2, 2d6+4), Longspear (+4, x2, 1d8, Silver/Reach)
Current Conditions in Effect: None

Used Items:
None
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[Khisanth the Ancient]

Garadh

He then steps closer to Garadh to converse over the axe. "Do we trade the axe for your blade or for my hammer? It does not seem to matter to me which of wields the axe. If you would like the honor then that is good. If you feel your blade would better serve then I can wield the axe. I must say I feel better with all of us as the wolf hunters."

Garadh considers, his face drawn in thought. "Your war hammer bears an enchantment of lightning, does it not? Given that... in case ordinary force indeed proves to be of less use... I think it is better that I wield the axe so that your hammer can remain available in this fight."'

EDIT:
Mini-stats

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HP: 57, currently 57
AC: 21 (touch 13, flat-footed 18)
BAB: +5
CMD +9, CMB 21
Fort +8, Ref +3, Will +0
Speed 30'
Longsword +1 Attack: +12 (1d8+7/19-20)
Longsword +1 Power Attack: +10 (1d8+11/19-20)
Sling Attack: +7 (1d4+4)
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[BigB]

Garadh: "Yes my hammer has the enchantment. Thanks to the kindness of the king. I am looking forward to testing the new hammer in battle. It is settled then. You can carry the axe, perhaps it is especially powerful against these wolves. Now it is just getting to the right place at the right time and knowing whom to protect."

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Tsaaruck
Initiative +1
AC: 20 (with shield/ Flat:19, Touch: 12)
HP: 54 current: 54
CMB: +9 / CMD: 21 Fort: +7 / Ref: +2 / Will: +2
Resistence: 0
Current Weapon in Hand: Shield & Warhammer
Rage: 12/12
Renewed Vigor: 1/1

http://livingpf.wikia.com/wiki/Tsaaruk(BIGB)#Finances
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[GlassEye]

Two days pass. Days during which Matta Sofya continues to dose Garadh with the chalky, foul-tasting concoction until she finally announces that she is satisfied that he will recover fully and not spread some horrendous disease to the citizens of the castle and town. A red-eyed Queen Raisa is distracted and aloof and frequently takes counsel with Brother Goswald and Quillion. King Danyll is concerned and makes sure that the group is as well equipped as he is able to provide though Valeriya is the one who handles the day to day needs of the guests of the castle. The youngest daughter of King Danyll, Polina, still hasn't been seen in the castle. Presumably she is undergoing some sort of preparation for the ritual to come.

At noon of the second day, while the group is dining in the great hall, King Danyll stands. He is solemn and stands silently until all in the hall fall silent. "Tonight is the night. Rest and prepare yourselves. At dusk, those chosen to participate in the ritual leave for the sacred grove."

When dusk finally arrives everyone gathers: all the Wolf Hunters, King Danyll, Queen Raisa, Valeriya; all escorted by a squad of the King's warband. Notably absent are Matta Sofya and Polina. Riding forth from the castle you discover the villagers have all lined the road and bear torches to light the way. It doesn't take long to reach the edge of the forest. Dismounting, King Danyll leads the way on a clearly-marked trail through the forest though the escort of his warband will remain behind.

Winding through the forest on the path the group eventually arrives at a grove. The trees of the grove tower overhead like living buttresses within a titanic hall, half-formed floral faces hover at the edge of vision, and the laughter of unseen fey mixes with the almost words of whispering leaves. Fireflies dance in the gloom. In the center of the grove a massive stone rests on the forest floor forming a low table. Beyond it is a living arch formed from a pair of intertwining trees. Flanking it are gnarled wooden statues of horsemen almost swallowed by weeds. Vines curl around their wooden lances and tiny flowers poke through their beards of moss. Beyond the arch, thick briars and brambles flank a narrow path.

Instinctively everyone takes up a place along the edge of the grove forming a large circle. Only moments after a young girl, probably around twelve years old, walks into the clearing of the grove. She seems nervous and her eyes dart around the circle of observers and participants. Valeriya gives her a smile and a brief nod of encouragement. Matta Sofya follows after Polina bearing a bundle. When Polina stops Matta Sofya continues walking, circling around the girl and chanting quietly in Old Landellian. She unfolds the bundle revealing a cloak dyed crimson and spreads it over Polina's shoulders. Polina pulls it tight and, shaking a little walks through the arch of trees and disappears down the bramble-lined path.

"We stand vigil until dawn when the Hunters cross into the deep wood to face their challenge."

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. . . . Jyman Trout . . . . . . . Brother Goswald . . . . . . . . . . Valeriya . . . . . .

. . . . . King Danyll . . . . . . . . . Queen Raisa . . . . . . . . Matta Sofya . . . . .
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[perrinmiller]

Pirvinia von Lichenstein, Human Female

Pirvinia found a place to rest for a two hours. She did not think they all needed to stand vigil, so she would get her rest out of the first and then be able to remain awake the rest of the night.

“During this vigil, I assume we need not all remain alert and awake. With the ring, I need only take two hours of rest, then I can be vigilant the remainder of the evening until dawn. I also have a cantrip that will provide illumination for 50 minutes at a time.”

[sblock=Mini-stats]Privinia von Lichenstein
Initiative: +8, Perception: +6 (8 with Mazi)
AC: 13 (17 w/ Mage Armor) (Touch 13, Flat-footed 11)->
HP: 32 Current: 32
CMD: 12, Fort: +3, Ref: +3, Will: +5 (Add +1 to Saves with Resistance)
Conditions in Effect: Eschew Materials, PBS, Precise Shot, Ring of Sustenance

Weapon in Hand: None
Spells Remaining: 1st Level: 8/8, 2nd Level: 5/5

Mazi
Initiative: +2 Senses: low-light vision; Perception: +13
AC: 19 (Touch 16, flat-footed 17)
HP: 16 Current: 16
Fort: +0, Ref: +4, Will: +6
Conditions in effect: Improved Evasion, Empathic Link
Weapon in Hand: Bite [Att: +8, dmg: 1d2-5(1 non-lethal)]

Combat Trained Light Horse
Initiative: +2 Senses: low-light vision, Scent; Perception: +6
AC: 13 (Touch 9, flat-footed 13)
HP: 15 Current: 15
Fort: +6, Ref: +5, Will: +1
Conditions in effect: War-trained, 50ft movement
Weapon in Hand: 2 Hooves [Att: +3, dmg: 1d4+3][/sblock]

 

[BigB]

Tsaaruk watches events as the unfold following along waiting for the moment he is needed. As the group enters the grove and takes positions around the circle he does likewise. Watching the girl with some amount of pity for the girl, too young to undertake such a helpless position, and some amount of repect for her resolve to accept her part for the better of the people, he resolves to keep her from harm.

"I can see well in the dark so you can use your light for those that need it." He then turns his attention to outward for any sign of the mist or wolves or any other threat.

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Tsaaruck
Initiative +1
AC: 20 (with shield/ Flat:19, Touch: 12)
HP: 54 current: 54
CMB: +9 / CMD: 21 Fort: +7 / Ref: +2 / Will: +2
Resistence: 0
Current Weapon in Hand: Shield & Warhammer
Rage: 12/12
Renewed Vigor: 1/1

http://livingpf.wikia.com/wiki/Tsaaruk(BIGB)#Finances
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[Systole]

Mirra watches the girl disappear into the wood with a distinctly disapproving expression, but says nothing. When he girl is gone, the alchemist withdraws a bulky apparatus out of her rather small satchel. While evening approaches, she sets to work, listening as best she can to the half-heard conversations of the fey. After several minutes, she slots several flasks into her bandolier, then replaces the alchemical apparatus in the satchel. "Set," she says, grimly, then looks at the sky. "Not quite yet time, though, is it?" She takes a book out of the satchel and turns to the bookmark, her silver spear on the ground beside her.

[sblock=OOC]Almost forgot --- wanted to buy a CLW wand if they were available and I had the gold to do so.[/sblock][sblock=Mini Stats]Mirra Weathersmith

AC: 18+2 (13+2 flat-footed, 15 touch)
HP: 28/28
CMB: +4 CMD: 17
Fort: +4 Reflex: +7 Will: +2

Perception: +7
Initiative: +3

Bombs: 10/10
Cognatogen Prepared: Intelligence
1st Level: 1/4
2nd Level: 0/2
Extracts Prepared: Barkskin x2, Enlarge Person, Shield x2

Current Weapon in Hand: Bomb (+6, x2, 2d6+4), Longspear (+4, x2, 1d8, Silver/Reach)
Current Conditions in Effect: None

Used Items:
None
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[Commander_Fallout]

Samad had made a mental note in the days that followed to purchase some silvered arrows as well. He knew not much about manbeasts, so he followed his allies' examples. A second quiver now hung from his belt next to the other one, as he sat in the forest clearing, waiting for something to happen. Not that he was totally bored, rather, he was lost in the immensity of it all. This place was ancient and haunting, yet although it was wholly removed from his own native lands, he still felt a connection to this place that he could not totally explain himself. After all, such a forest was where his ancestors had themselves emerged.

"No," replied the nomad, "I'm afraid not. We still have some time yet to pass before then."

Meditation then, he decided. He undid the clasps on his quivers and unshouldered his bag and cloak, and then standing up and drawing his blade. He waited until the moon was in full sight above the trees, and bowed low to it, before launching into his routine. Holding his sword before him, he began to whirl around on his feet, slowly at first, yet surely picking up speed. He twirled his blade around in his hands, it becoming a blur of motion as it moved around him, in and out, coming near his face yet never touching as he dodged out of the way. He continued this for a few minutes before changing it up, this time throwing the sword in an arc above his head, leaving one hand and returning to the other. He paused and continued, and changed direction, as well as leapt and ducked for several minutes thereafter before, finally, he stopped to face the moon, sheathed his weapon, and bowed to it before sitting back down.
[sblock=OOC]Buying 20 Silver Arrows. 603 GP - 41 GP = 562 GP[/sblock]
[sblock=Samad's Mini Stats]

Samad Salil
AC: 18 (14 flat-footed, 14 touch)
HP: 30/30
CMB: +5 CMD: 19
Fort: +2 Reflex: +8 Will: +5
Perception: +10, Low Light Vision
Initiative: +5
Current Weapon in Hand: Scimitar (+7, 1d6+4, 18-20/x2)
Current Conditions in Effect: Weapon Finesse
Spells Remaining (1st): 5/5
Spells Remaining (2nd): 3/3

Used Items:
-
Abilities Used:
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