[LPF] Scourge of the Howling Horde

[Systole]

Sylla leans on her spear as the half-elf speaks, a bored look on her face. Boots looks slightly puzzled. "Did we miss some goblins?" he whispers.

"No."

"Does he mean the spiders, then?"

"No."

Boots ponders this. "Are you sure it isn't more goblins?"

"Quiet."



[sblock=Mini Stats]Sylla the Grim
AC: 18 (14 flat-footed, 14 touch)
HP: 16/16
CMB: +3 CMD: 17
Fort: +0 Reflex: +4 Will: +3
Perception: +2
Initiative: +4

Current Weapon in Hand: Spear
Current Conditions in Effect: Medium encumbrance (+3 max Dex, 20 ft move, -3 ACP)
Spells Remaining (1st): 0


Boots
AC: 18 (16 flat-footed, 12 touch)
HP: 19/20
CMB: +4 CMD: 16 (20 vs. Trip)
Fort: +4 Reflex: +5 Will: +0
Perception: +5 (Scent)
Initiative: +2

Current Weapon in Hand: Natural weapons
Current Conditions in Effect: Heavy encumbrance (+1 max Dex, 20ft move, -6 ACP)[/sblock]

 

[perrinmiller]

Urrtarr makes a scoffing grunt, "I not be da shaman. Ya dinna find him, he be outa da lair." Mallie and Arvel approach eager to hear more, thought they do not break out in cheers. Some of the other townsfolk are murmuring in the background and appear to be happy.

"Eh? you brought back trophies. Okay, dearies, but that wasn't necessary."

"So, there is more threats in their lair?"

Arvel pokes at the prisoner, "That's great. If this one isn't the shaman, who is she? Ugly bitch ain't she?"

Urrtarr, spits at the dwarf, "Fook off, ya orge snot dat luvs lil' boys!"

Arvel kicks the hobgoblin with a boot, "Shut up, you."

"So you haven't finished then, have you," he remarks to Denizel, not really asking the question, making it more a statement.

 

[ScorpiusRisk]

"Don't mind her words, we killed all the goblins." Denizel assures them, then lowers his voice so he reaches no townspeople aside from Mallie and Arvel. "However there is a dragon in the caves as well. We believe we can clear this threat, but we will need further resources."

[sblock=OOC]Let me know when you need a new check.
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[sblock=Denizel's Stats]Denizel
AC: 16 (14 flat-footed, 12 Touch) (not adjusted for new armor)
HP: 14 Current: 12
CMB: 0 CMD: 12 Fort: +0 Reflex: +5 Will: +4
Speed: 20'

Current Weapon in Hand:Longsword/Wand of Cure Light Wounds 5 charges
Current Conditions in Effect:

Bardic Performance: 4/10 rounds per day

Spells Remaining: 1st level 2/3
Spells Known: 1: Charm Person (DC 15), Disguise Self, Hideous Laughter (DC 15)
0: Daze (DC 14), Detect Magic, Light, Message, Prestidigitation
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[Systole]

Sylla's eyes narrow at the accusation in the dwarf's words. She fingers the bag of ears, and it's clear she's about to say or do something that the rest of the party might regret.


[sblock=Mini Stats]Sylla the Grim
AC: 18 (14 flat-footed, 14 touch)
HP: 16/16
CMB: +3 CMD: 17
Fort: +0 Reflex: +4 Will: +3
Perception: +2
Initiative: +4

Current Weapon in Hand: Spear
Current Conditions in Effect: Medium encumbrance (+3 max Dex, 20 ft move, -3 ACP)
Spells Remaining (1st): 0


Boots
AC: 18 (16 flat-footed, 12 touch)
HP: 19/20
CMB: +4 CMD: 16 (20 vs. Trip)
Fort: +4 Reflex: +5 Will: +0
Perception: +5 (Scent)
Initiative: +2

Current Weapon in Hand: Natural weapons
Current Conditions in Effect: Heavy encumbrance (+1 max Dex, 20ft move, -6 ACP)[/sblock]

 

[mfloyd3]

Iago catches Sylla's eye. "Let Denizel speak," he murmurs, his features firm but otherwise poker-faced.

[sblock=Iago stat block]
Iago
Initiative: +2
AC: 16 (14 flat-footed, 12 Touch)
HP: 18 Current: 18
CMB: +3 CMD: 15
Fort: +5* Reflex: +5 Will: +0; *-+2 vs. Poisons
Current Weapon in Hand: Battleaxe

Extracts prepared:
Level 1: Shield, Cure Light Wounds, Enlarge Person

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

Weapons:
MW Battleaxe: Attack: +4 = [BAB (01) + Strength (+2) + Misc (0) + Magic (+1, MW)]
Damage: 1d12+3, Crit: 20/x3

Falchion: Attack: +3 = [BAB (01) + Strength (+2) + Misc (0) + Magic (0)]
Damage: 2d4+3, Crit: 18-20/x2


Bomb*: Attack: +04 = [BAB (01) + Dexterity (02) + Misc (+1) + Magic (0)]
Damage: 1d6+4, Crit: 20/x2 (only 1d6 multiplied),
Special: Make 6 bombs/day

*+1 to-hit, +1 dmg w/in 30’

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[perrinmiller]

Urrtarr certainly sounds believable as she cackles, "Ya, donna mind me. Da rest o' da tribe be returnin' and raidin' yur town agin."

Mallie looks concerned, weighing the hobgoblin's words.

"A dragon, oh dear. But, your prisoner certainly is insistent in her contradictions."

Arvel mutters, "Where's my axe to a can quiet the hag for good."

He looks up at the honeyed words of the bard and asks, "What do you mean by dragon? There has been no proof of a dragon activity, only the goblins. We haven't seen such a creature taking our livestock and flying away."

So far both he and Mallie are not yet entertaining thoughts of handing over resources at there appears to be uncertainty in their eyes.

GM: Go ahead and roll. Diplomacy will be required for negotiations, but you are trying to Bluff them into believing the goblins are all dead. Urrtarr appears to be truthful (particularly since she isn't lying).

 

[ScorpiusRisk]

"Are you mad?" Denizel accused the two who faced them now. "You would believe this goblin over those who have been actively slaying the goblins on your behalf. Now dragons are far from stupid and I do not know what this one is yet up to, but I assure you she has every reason to lie, I do not, and if a dragon doesn't want you to know it's around, you're not going to know." Denizel does his best to back up his words with full confidence despite the fact that he too saw some honesty in the goblins statement.

He then unsheathes his sword and offers it to the dwarf.

[sblock=OOC]Bluff 28, though most of his words are truthful.
+1 vs those who might be attracted to Denizel
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[sblock=Denizel's Stats]Denizel
AC: 16 (14 flat-footed, 12 Touch) (not adjusted for new armor)
HP: 14 Current: 12
CMB: 0 CMD: 12 Fort: +0 Reflex: +5 Will: +4
Speed: 20'

Current Weapon in Hand:Longsword/Wand of Cure Light Wounds 5 charges
Current Conditions in Effect:

Bardic Performance: 4/10 rounds per day

Spells Remaining: 1st level 2/3
Spells Known: 1: Charm Person (DC 15), Disguise Self, Hideous Laughter (DC 15)
0: Daze (DC 14), Detect Magic, Light, Message, Prestidigitation
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[Systole]

Sylla shoots a challenging look at Iago. She holds the bag of ears at shoulder height and then upends it, so that its bloody contents spill into the dirt. Shaking the last few ears out, she drops the bag as well.

Having made her point, she announces, "My darkwolf's pack is heavy. I am bringing his goods to the store." The summoner stalks off, leaving the negotiations to the others.


[sblock=OOC]Sorry, I couldn't see Sylla playing nice anymore.[/sblock]


[sblock=Mini Stats]Sylla the Grim
AC: 18 (14 flat-footed, 14 touch)
HP: 16/16
CMB: +3 CMD: 17
Fort: +0 Reflex: +4 Will: +3
Perception: +2
Initiative: +4

Current Weapon in Hand: Spear
Current Conditions in Effect: Medium encumbrance (+3 max Dex, 20 ft move, -3 ACP)
Spells Remaining (1st): 0


Boots
AC: 18 (16 flat-footed, 12 touch)
HP: 19/20
CMB: +4 CMD: 16 (20 vs. Trip)
Fort: +4 Reflex: +5 Will: +0
Perception: +5 (Scent)
Initiative: +2

Current Weapon in Hand: Natural weapons
Current Conditions in Effect: Heavy encumbrance (+1 max Dex, 20ft move, -6 ACP)[/sblock]

 

[perrinmiller]

Urrtarr is still rather suicidal after the brutal murder of her dying mate, "Ha, da fookin' dwarf be a loon, fur shur. Go on den, take da stinkin' sword der stumpy."

Arvel exclaims, "That's ENOUGH!" The dwarf takes the proffered sword and smashes the hilt into the offending hobgoblin's temple until she is out cold. The fuming moneylender kicks the unconscious form once more for good measure and then starts calming himself with his eyes closed. He holds the sword off to the side for Denizel to take back.

Mallie looks askance at the spectacle and turns back to Denizel..

"Well, Arvel is a bit out of sorts, hmmm?"

"I think we can take your word that there is a dragon is behind this. It certainly would explain a change in the goblins behavior as of late. However, while we could take your word on the goblins being all defeated, we did ask for proof."

"But, once you finish with the dragon, we can send a party with you to see for ourselves."

 

[mfloyd3]

Iago looks from Mallie to the pile of goblin ears at their feet. He wonders, a little disquieted, how big the pile would have to be to constitute proof.

He looks to Denizel, still hoping the elf can turn this bizarre series of events to their advantage.

[sblock=Iago stat block]
Iago
Initiative: +2
AC: 16 (14 flat-footed, 12 Touch)
HP: 18 Current: 18
CMB: +3 CMD: 15
Fort: +5* Reflex: +5 Will: +0; *-+2 vs. Poisons
Current Weapon in Hand: Battleaxe

Extracts prepared:
Level 1: Shield, Cure Light Wounds, Enlarge Person

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

Weapons:
MW Battleaxe: Attack: +4 = [BAB (01) + Strength (+2) + Misc (0) + Magic (+1, MW)]
Damage: 1d12+3, Crit: 20/x3

Falchion: Attack: +3 = [BAB (01) + Strength (+2) + Misc (0) + Magic (0)]
Damage: 2d4+3, Crit: 18-20/x2


Bomb*: Attack: +04 = [BAB (01) + Dexterity (02) + Misc (+1) + Magic (0)]
Damage: 1d6+4, Crit: 20/x2 (only 1d6 multiplied),
Special: Make 6 bombs/day

*+1 to-hit, +1 dmg w/in 30’

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