[LPF] Scourge of the Howling Horde

[Systole]

"Mmm," Sylla mumbles, not wanting to concede that Iago's plan may be superior. "Either way, we deal with the wands now."

Boots greedily cleans Agno's plate while Sylla stands and heads to the door. She passes Boots just in time to rescue the dish from being pushed off the edge and deftly returns it to the tabletop without breaking stride.

"Ssst! Come!" she orders him.

"Gotcha, boss!" The eidolon falls in behind Sylla.


[sblock=Mini Stats]Sylla the Grim
AC: 17 (13 flat-footed, 14 touch)
HP: 9/9
CMB: +2 CMD: 16
Fort: +0 Reflex: +4 Will: +2
Perception: +2
Initiative: +4

Current Weapon in Hand: None
Current Conditions in Effect: None
Spells Remaining (1st): 2


Boots
AC: 14 (12 flat-footed, 12 touch)
HP: 11/11
CMB: +3 CMD: 15 (19 vs. Trip)
Fort: +3 Reflex: +4 Will: +0
Perception: +4 (Scent)
Initiative: +2

Current Weapon in Hand: Natural weapons
Current Conditions in Effect: None [/sblock]

 

[perrinmiller]

Exiting the inn, you follow the directions from Mallie to pay the local wizard a visit.

You cannot help but notice this small, one-story building. Painted bright purple with gold stars spangling the exterior, this shop demands to be looked at. A sign above the door reads "Mysticality." Heavy purple drapes cover the windows.

A soft chime sounds as the door opens. Shadowy illumination provided by a few candles, softly lights the inside of the shop. The scent of lilac incense hangs in the air. The front room holds a small table and three chairs, with a doorway leading to rest of the interior. As you step into the room, the proprietor steps through the beaded archway.

A male elf, wearing brightly colored clothes and bedecked with numerous scarves, charms, and trinkets, looks at you through half-closed eyes and smiles knowingly. In voice that is deep and somewhat pretentious, "You come with questions. I, Thamior, search for answers. One silver piece gives you a glimpse of the future."

 

[ScorpiusRisk]

OOC: Sorry, I've been a little ill. I'm going to try to catch up on the thread now.

 

[ScorpiusRisk]

Denizel comes huffing in the door behind the group. He takes a moment catching his breathe, and leaning against the door frame. He takes to room in while he does so, apparently just interrupting a bit of speech. This is what passes for a wizard in this town? I suppose I should be happy, there's any at all.


He smiles, and straightens out. He holds his tongue for a change, not knowing what has or has not been said yet.

[sblock=ooc]Again, my apologies for the absence. I had mistakenly left an email for this thread, unfollowed in my inbox. Being ill, I had not noticed the strange pause between emails.

On the other hand, Iago's idea of a local tryst seems an excellent explanation to me. I'll run with that, if you don't mind DM.[/sblock]

[sblock=Denizel's Stats]Denizel
AC: 16 (14 flat-footed, 12 Touch)
HP: 8 Current: 8
CMB: -1 CMD: 11 Fort: +0 Reflex: +4 Will: +3

Current Weapon in Hand: Light Crossbow
Current Conditions in Effect:

Spells Remaining: 1st level 2/2
Spells Known: 1: Charm Person (DC 15), Disguise Self
0: Daze, Light, Message, Prestidigitation [/sblock]

 

[GlassEye]

Agno seems a bit overwhelmed by the garishness of the decoration and he stares around the room before turning his attention to Thamior.

"Hurrr... We do come with questions. What method do you use to see the future? My goddess Whispers to me through the flight of birds, but that is not why we come. Oh, welcome, friend Denizel!"



[sblock=Mini Stats]Agno Phoenicus
Initiative: +3
AC: 16 (13 flat-footed, 13 Touch)
HP: 8 Current: 8
CMB: +1 CMD: 14 Fort: +2 Reflex: +3 Will: +5 (+7 vs. Charm & compulsion effects)
Speed: 40 ft.

Current Weapon in Hand:
Current Conditions in Effect:

Lightning Arc: 6/6 Remaining Channel Energy: 4/4 remaining
Agile Feet: 6/6 remaining
Spells Remaining: 1st Level 3/3
Spells Prepared:
1st level: bless, divine favor, longstrider (D)
0-level: guidance, light, stabilize[/sblock]

 

[mfloyd3]

Iago has been trying to hide his distaste for the overblown furnishings of the alleged wizard's space, but at Agno's discomfiture he decides to speak.

"We fought some goblins on the way to the town," he says. "One of them seemed to be a druid of some kind, and he was carrying two wands. We would like to know what they do. Simple business," he adds a little tersely, hoping to dissuade the elf from further theatrics.

[sblock=Iago stat block]
Iago
Initiative: +2
AC: 15 (13 flat-footed, 12 Touch)
HP: 10 Current: 10
CMB: +2 CMD: 14
Fort: +4 Reflex: +4 Will: +0;
Current Weapon in Hand: Bomb

Extracts prepared:
Level 1: Shield, Cure Light Wounds

Mutagen prepared:
Strength: +2 Natural Armor Bonus, +4 STR, -2 INT

Weapons:
Falchion: Attack: +2 = [BAB (00) + Strength (+2) + Misc (0) + Magic (0)]
Damage: 2d4+3, Crit: 18-20/x2

Bomb*: Attack: +03 = [BAB (00) + Dexterity (02) + Misc (+1) + Magic (0)]
Damage: 1d6+3, Crit: 20/x2 (only 1d6 multiplied),
Special: Make 6 bombs/day

*+1 to-hit, +1 dmg w/in 30’

[/sblock]

 

[Systole]

Upon entering the shop, Boots sneezes and rubs his nose with a paw. "Ew, yuck," he complains, apparently in regards the incense.

As the mage speaks, Boots and Sylla share what can only be called a significant look. He reminds me of that other guy, who said you invented me and then asked for twenty gold pieces.

Sylla nods in agreement. But no biting! she warns the eidolon.

As Denizel enters, Sylla spares him a glance, and then leans on her spear, waiting for the negotiations to play out. Boots sniffs the air around the half-elf, then shakes his head sadly at the folly of yet another weak-nosed biped. "You wasted your time, Den. She wasn't even in heat."


[sblock=Mini Stats]Sylla the Grim
AC: 17 (13 flat-footed, 14 touch)
HP: 9/9
CMB: +2 CMD: 16
Fort: +0 Reflex: +4 Will: +2
Perception: +2
Initiative: +4

Current Weapon in Hand: Spear
Current Conditions in Effect: None
Spells Remaining (1st): 2


Boots
AC: 14 (12 flat-footed, 12 touch)
HP: 11/11
CMB: +3 CMD: 15 (19 vs. Trip)
Fort: +3 Reflex: +4 Will: +0
Perception: +4 (Scent)
Initiative: +2

Current Weapon in Hand: Natural weapons
Current Conditions in Effect: None [/sblock]

 

[perrinmiller]

The elf nods and bids you to be seated, "Please sit down and I shall begin shortly. It will cost you 30 gold coins for my services."

Thamior continues, "What brings you to Barrow's Edge braving goblins, surely not tourism. Oh, would any of you like some tea before I begin?"

GM: No worries ScorpiusRisk, glad you are still with us. I can take the cost out of your treasury, no need for someone to make changes to a character sheet.

 

[mfloyd3]

Iago chokes slightly at Boots' comment, but recovers himself as Thamior speaks.

"Thirty gold is fair," he says. He and his companions begin counting the coins out of the loot recovered from the goblins.

OOC: Any objections?

"We came in response to the town's call for help," replies Iago honestly. "We will...solve the goblin problem."

[sblock=Iago stat block]
Iago
Initiative: +2
AC: 15 (13 flat-footed, 12 Touch)
HP: 10 Current: 10
CMB: +2 CMD: 14
Fort: +4 Reflex: +4 Will: +0;
Current Weapon in Hand: Bomb

Extracts prepared:
Level 1: Shield, Cure Light Wounds

Mutagen prepared:
Strength: +2 Natural Armor Bonus, +4 STR, -2 INT

Weapons:
Falchion: Attack: +2 = [BAB (00) + Strength (+2) + Misc (0) + Magic (0)]
Damage: 2d4+3, Crit: 18-20/x2

Bomb*: Attack: +03 = [BAB (00) + Dexterity (02) + Misc (+1) + Magic (0)]
Damage: 1d6+3, Crit: 20/x2 (only 1d6 multiplied),
Special: Make 6 bombs/day

*+1 to-hit, +1 dmg w/in 30’

[/sblock]

 

[ScorpiusRisk]

Denizel gives boots a light smack against the back of his head, as he approaches the rest of the group.

"Tea sounds lovely thank you." He gives an approving nod to Iago over the price.

[sblock=Denizel's Stats]Denizel
AC: 16 (14 flat-footed, 12 Touch)
HP: 8 Current: 8
CMB: -1 CMD: 11 Fort: +0 Reflex: +4 Will: +3

Current Weapon in Hand: Light Crossbow
Current Conditions in Effect:

Spells Remaining: 1st level 2/2
Spells Known: 1: Charm Person (DC 15), Disguise Self
0: Daze, Light, Message, Prestidigitation [/sblock]