Paxus Asclepius
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"If the river is fast enough to be difficult, we should take the bridge. It's a simple enough matter to follow the road from five miles west, and only return to it at the river."
[Vile] Puppy-Kicking PCs at Work, part 2
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Guilt Puppy
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"People build bridges for a reason," Alev adds, in apparent agreement. "If we aren't too good to go wading through muck, what are we too good for?"
He sets about neatly packing what things he has which are not already neatly packed, fussing at the world...
He sets about neatly packing what things he has which are not already neatly packed, fussing at the world...
"My horse can easily carry me across, if necessary, if the river isn't too swift," Lydia remarks, saddling up for the journey.
*Lydia will prefer to ride in the middle of the party whenever possible.*
*Lydia will prefer to ride in the middle of the party whenever possible.*
Serpenteye
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Alicia ignores the conversation, cursing quietly to herself about the "stupid box" as she keeps failing to open it. As the rest of the party prepares to leave she puts the box down on the ground and tries to wedge it open with her sword. If that fails she will begin to saw at the lock with her blade, carefully at first and then with greater force. If that fails she will let out a cry of rage and hack at the box savagely until it's broken open (RA/PA). 
Fangor the Fierce
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Hmm, maybe not Hex's men after all. Perhaps another group has interest in what's happened lately.Telsar said:
Eating with his offhand, which appears to make him appear a little drunk as well, Aligor begins to eat. His hunger must be quenched. His other hand, although appearing to balance the tray, is indeed holding it in a manner that would quickly be turned into bashing these men.Telsar said:
"Brei's? I heard there was sumthin there. Sum creature or thing that started tearin up the place. When I got there, it was pretty much over wit. Why do you ask?" He sits waiting for their response, realizing full well that there is something here not adding up. He reaches for his cup of water, taking a sip, but not swallowing it yet. he has an action ready to bash the first man to attack him, if they don't buy his side of the story. After all, he is actually telling the partial truth, as the others dealt with the creature, while he tried to flank the thing.
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North of Taeirn
While the party packs up to leave, Alicia continues with her stubborn box. She tries to wedge the box open, but it refuses. Sawing at the lock with her sword doesn’t seem to have much effect at all, and in frustration, Alicia attacks the container repeatedly, until shards of wood start flying. Also flying is a needle that pops out of box’s lock, and whizzes past Gwyn’s head, just missing him.
[Another Str check gives 6+6=12, failed. Sawing with a tool not really designed to saw with doesn’t work. I knew damaging the box would eventually break it, so no rolls needed. Happenstance roll for the poison needle to hit someone at random almost succeeded.]
After the half-demon’s response to almost being poisoned [RP it if you like], Alicia finds 7 more potions in what remains of the second box, and 5 broken flasks; probably broken in her assault on the box. The intact containers are labeled as follows:
2 potions of Endure Elements
1 potion of Mage Armor
2 potions of Moderate Wound Curative
1 potion of Serious Wound Curative
1 potion of Superior Fire Resistance.
Soon, the party is ready to leave; everyone on horseback except for Alicia. Girdra, the odorous dwarf, rides with Sunedilar if he allows it. They exit the forest, and follow around it’s eastern edge, eventually traveling north, parallel to the major road. During the day’s travel over the plains, Gwyn, ever watchful [and the only PC with ranks of Spot], thinks something may have started following the party. When he glimpses it, it’s far in the distance behind them, appearing to be something roughly human sized, but traveling on all fours. But he only sees it momentarily… one minute it’s there, the next, it’s gone. It might just be a simple animal, attracted by the party’s scent and movement. A closer look would be required to be sure, and if it is just an animal, it would probably be spooked by any movement towards it.
[Gwyn rolled Spot 14+6=20]
In a prison cell
One of the men say “A creature or thing, eh?” His tone is nonchalant, but Aligor notices the man’s knuckles are white from the strength with which he’s gripping his tray. “I just heard the guards calling what happened there a murder. They don’t usually call it that for a creature.” The other man interrupts him, saying “My friend was just asking since, well, I’m sure you know it’s a brothel. We just want to make sure it’s safe there before we pay a visit.” Both men watch the dwarf carefully, as carefully as he is watching them. Then before they start to eat, both men bow their heads and begin to mutter something softly. Whether it’s a prayer or a spell, Aligor can’t be sure.
While the party packs up to leave, Alicia continues with her stubborn box. She tries to wedge the box open, but it refuses. Sawing at the lock with her sword doesn’t seem to have much effect at all, and in frustration, Alicia attacks the container repeatedly, until shards of wood start flying. Also flying is a needle that pops out of box’s lock, and whizzes past Gwyn’s head, just missing him.
[Another Str check gives 6+6=12, failed. Sawing with a tool not really designed to saw with doesn’t work. I knew damaging the box would eventually break it, so no rolls needed. Happenstance roll for the poison needle to hit someone at random almost succeeded.]
After the half-demon’s response to almost being poisoned [RP it if you like], Alicia finds 7 more potions in what remains of the second box, and 5 broken flasks; probably broken in her assault on the box. The intact containers are labeled as follows:
2 potions of Endure Elements
1 potion of Mage Armor
2 potions of Moderate Wound Curative
1 potion of Serious Wound Curative
1 potion of Superior Fire Resistance.
Soon, the party is ready to leave; everyone on horseback except for Alicia. Girdra, the odorous dwarf, rides with Sunedilar if he allows it. They exit the forest, and follow around it’s eastern edge, eventually traveling north, parallel to the major road. During the day’s travel over the plains, Gwyn, ever watchful [and the only PC with ranks of Spot], thinks something may have started following the party. When he glimpses it, it’s far in the distance behind them, appearing to be something roughly human sized, but traveling on all fours. But he only sees it momentarily… one minute it’s there, the next, it’s gone. It might just be a simple animal, attracted by the party’s scent and movement. A closer look would be required to be sure, and if it is just an animal, it would probably be spooked by any movement towards it.
[Gwyn rolled Spot 14+6=20]
In a prison cell
One of the men say “A creature or thing, eh?” His tone is nonchalant, but Aligor notices the man’s knuckles are white from the strength with which he’s gripping his tray. “I just heard the guards calling what happened there a murder. They don’t usually call it that for a creature.” The other man interrupts him, saying “My friend was just asking since, well, I’m sure you know it’s a brothel. We just want to make sure it’s safe there before we pay a visit.” Both men watch the dwarf carefully, as carefully as he is watching them. Then before they start to eat, both men bow their heads and begin to mutter something softly. Whether it’s a prayer or a spell, Aligor can’t be sure.
Serpenteye
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Telsar said:
Alicia stares at the broken flasks angrily, but says nothing. She picks up the undamaged potions, puts them in her pack, and heads out with the others.
Fangor the Fierce
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Aligor Thunderaxe - Fighter/Barbarian
"Hell, my dog was murdered and it was a damn mutt! Still doesn't make a difference of animal, thing or person." He readies a bash if the men attack.
"Hell, my dog was murdered and it was a damn mutt! Still doesn't make a difference of animal, thing or person." He readies a bash if the men attack.
Goddess FallenAngel
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Telsar said:
T’aria jerks away from the rat, snarling in disgust. Oh, this looks like a good place to stay! I just hope I am right with my guess about them wanting to lie low....
She walks up to the counter with only one glare in the direction of the painting. Possibly people on the other side, watching through eyeholes… I remember something similar at the Guild back home.
She leans against the counter and raps her knuckles against it, drawing the man’s attention from his book. “A friend tells me that you rent rooms.” She glances around the place again, checking for anyone nearby who might overhear. Well, see what I can see before I drop Shadow’s name… might be interesting to see how they treat ‘outsiders’ – and if this is a setup, I want to feel this guy out before I tip him off....
Flashback, Quentin’s Cubbyhole
The sweaty man looks T’aria up and down. “Someone recommended here, and is your ‘friend’? OK. We just got one room left, since the ass that was renting it went and died in there this morning. And owing me a week’s rental too. At least, I think the city guard cleared his body out of there… if not, you can just dump it in the hall. It’ll cost you a gold per night.”
The half-demon looks around, and listens carefully, and the only signs of observation that she can be sure of, besides the man of course, is a rat, possibly the same one that scurried over her foot, hiding behind a wilted potted plant, and watching her carefully.
The man continues talking to her, practically warning her away from here. “You new in town? If you’re looking for a room in this part of the city, you’re probably hiding out from someone. I don’t need no trouble around here, missy. If someone’s looking for you, you better tell me now. And it’s going to cost you extra to not tell the guard, or bounty hunter, or ex-boyfriend or whoever shows up for you, exactly where to find you.”
Traveling north
Gwyn decides that an animal following the party isn’t all that unusual… might even be a pet of Girdra the dwarf, since he presumes she’s a druid. The party travels for the rest of the day, then that night they encamp near a small grove of trees. The night passes uneventfully, although Gwyn still thinks that animal might be nearby. But everyone takes turns on watch, and whatever it is never tries to confront the group.
The next morning, they head out again, continuing north, and by the end of the second day’s travel, as the sun is about an hour from setting, they reach the edge of a cliff, below which is the Glind River, a 200 foot wide, fast-flowing torrent of water. Knowing the road they’ve been moving parellel to leads to a bridge, they follow the cliffs east until they find the road, and a large structure that crosses over the river, some 70 feet below. The bridge is made of stone, and looks sturdy, but is only about 20 feet wide. This narrowness, and how far it is down to the river itself (70’), is probably going to spook the mounts. The party will have to do some coaxing to get their mounts to cross it.
[Getting the horses to cross requires a Ride check if you’re riding, Handle Animal if you’re leading it on foot]
On each side of the bridge’s entrance is a 4 foot high pedastal, each with a statue of a rather demonic looking gargoyle.
In a prison cell
The two men finish their meal, their words apparently just a prayer before eating. One says “Your… dog was murdered? I heard something about some special dogs being found dead in the street, cut in two by a huge blade. Is that how your dog died? You know who did it?” The other man elbows the first, saying “He said it was a mutt. There’s no connection, Edric.”
After Aligor responds to the man’s question, he continues to be ready for an attack, but it never comes. A couple hours later, noises at the door can be heard, and a guard enters, saying “Centris, Edric, you two are free to go. Someone paid your fines.” The two men rise, and Edric says to Aligor “Sorry about your dog, dwarf. Hope you don’t have to stay here too long. You seemed kind of tense the whole time; if you want to learn how to find some peace, we could…” Centris interrupts him, glaring at him, saying “We can’t do anything. We’ve got our own problems to deal with.” With that, the two leave.
Aligor gets some rest, and has another meal. And gets some more rest, and dreams of Hectaras cutting Bane in two, although when he awakens he remembers it was actually one of his men who killed the dog. A man who wasn’t there in that final fight for some reason; he must have ran off. It begins to be hard to judge time, since there are no windows leading outside, impossible to tell day from night, but eventually the door opens and Lieutenant Modrin is there, saying “The magistrate’s ready to see you.”
In short order, Aligor is allowed to washen up (if he wants) and Modrin then takes him to a room with a rather important looking elf, dressed in a long gray robe. The elf doesn’t even look up at him, just reads a piece of parchment, and says loudly “You are charged with the murder of a number of individuals over the last few days.” In a bored tone, he asks, “How do you plead?”
The sweaty man looks T’aria up and down. “Someone recommended here, and is your ‘friend’? OK. We just got one room left, since the ass that was renting it went and died in there this morning. And owing me a week’s rental too. At least, I think the city guard cleared his body out of there… if not, you can just dump it in the hall. It’ll cost you a gold per night.”
The half-demon looks around, and listens carefully, and the only signs of observation that she can be sure of, besides the man of course, is a rat, possibly the same one that scurried over her foot, hiding behind a wilted potted plant, and watching her carefully.
The man continues talking to her, practically warning her away from here. “You new in town? If you’re looking for a room in this part of the city, you’re probably hiding out from someone. I don’t need no trouble around here, missy. If someone’s looking for you, you better tell me now. And it’s going to cost you extra to not tell the guard, or bounty hunter, or ex-boyfriend or whoever shows up for you, exactly where to find you.”
Traveling north
Gwyn decides that an animal following the party isn’t all that unusual… might even be a pet of Girdra the dwarf, since he presumes she’s a druid. The party travels for the rest of the day, then that night they encamp near a small grove of trees. The night passes uneventfully, although Gwyn still thinks that animal might be nearby. But everyone takes turns on watch, and whatever it is never tries to confront the group.
The next morning, they head out again, continuing north, and by the end of the second day’s travel, as the sun is about an hour from setting, they reach the edge of a cliff, below which is the Glind River, a 200 foot wide, fast-flowing torrent of water. Knowing the road they’ve been moving parellel to leads to a bridge, they follow the cliffs east until they find the road, and a large structure that crosses over the river, some 70 feet below. The bridge is made of stone, and looks sturdy, but is only about 20 feet wide. This narrowness, and how far it is down to the river itself (70’), is probably going to spook the mounts. The party will have to do some coaxing to get their mounts to cross it.
[Getting the horses to cross requires a Ride check if you’re riding, Handle Animal if you’re leading it on foot]
On each side of the bridge’s entrance is a 4 foot high pedastal, each with a statue of a rather demonic looking gargoyle.
In a prison cell
The two men finish their meal, their words apparently just a prayer before eating. One says “Your… dog was murdered? I heard something about some special dogs being found dead in the street, cut in two by a huge blade. Is that how your dog died? You know who did it?” The other man elbows the first, saying “He said it was a mutt. There’s no connection, Edric.”
After Aligor responds to the man’s question, he continues to be ready for an attack, but it never comes. A couple hours later, noises at the door can be heard, and a guard enters, saying “Centris, Edric, you two are free to go. Someone paid your fines.” The two men rise, and Edric says to Aligor “Sorry about your dog, dwarf. Hope you don’t have to stay here too long. You seemed kind of tense the whole time; if you want to learn how to find some peace, we could…” Centris interrupts him, glaring at him, saying “We can’t do anything. We’ve got our own problems to deal with.” With that, the two leave.
Aligor gets some rest, and has another meal. And gets some more rest, and dreams of Hectaras cutting Bane in two, although when he awakens he remembers it was actually one of his men who killed the dog. A man who wasn’t there in that final fight for some reason; he must have ran off. It begins to be hard to judge time, since there are no windows leading outside, impossible to tell day from night, but eventually the door opens and Lieutenant Modrin is there, saying “The magistrate’s ready to see you.”
In short order, Aligor is allowed to washen up (if he wants) and Modrin then takes him to a room with a rather important looking elf, dressed in a long gray robe. The elf doesn’t even look up at him, just reads a piece of parchment, and says loudly “You are charged with the murder of a number of individuals over the last few days.” In a bored tone, he asks, “How do you plead?”
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