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Brian:
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ok, so who remembers where we left off?
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Keenan:
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we were just about to get into town
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Keenan:
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the other town that was a mining town
i think
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Boretos:
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we were on the way to the other town
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Keenan:
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we had finsihed traveling
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Brian:
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I am actually going to backtrack to
right before the traveling finished
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Boretos:
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I know Sir Horse went down on the way.
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Keenan:
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hes all healed up now
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Brian:
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but regen rules are BS
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Keenan:
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or atleast mostly
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Boretos:
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BS in a OP way or UP way?
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Keenan:
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we only got as fast as we did due to
lucky heal checks
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Brian:
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I think OP. I think that if you don't
have a divine healer, then taking a serious wound should mean
something.
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Boretos:
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Then you'll hate 5E.
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Brian:
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You can't have a mundane encounter in
that system
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Brian:
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because there's an easy answer to
everything.
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Brian:
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You get infinite casts of
presdidigitation which solves most problems right off the bat,
there are no long term effects, non-lethal damage is free, and so
on.
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Keenan:
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how does infintie casts of
presdigitation solve all problems?
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Keenan:
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well mst poroblems as you said
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Brian:
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Broken cart? fixed. Food went rotten
and you need to feed an army? fixed. Door is jammed because it's
too rotten? fixed.
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Brian:
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Any regular world, "uhh ohh this
things in the way how do you solve it?" problem is gone
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Keenan:
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thats not most problems, and you still
need the food in the first place for the army one
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Keenan:
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or atleast not most problems for
adventururs typically
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Boretos:
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Prestidigitation can solve none of
those problems.
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Brian:
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I could start quoting the book at you,
but that's not why we are here.
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Brian:
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I want to rewind to a little bit
before you arrive in Daysriver.
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Brian:
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It's your last night out on the road,
and you suddenly see the dawn rise way ahead of time.
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Brian:
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make knowledge religion checks
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* Keenan rolls: d20+3 => 2 + 3 = 5
Keenan:
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well i dont get it
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Keenan:
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gotta hate low rolls
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* Boretos rolls: 1d20-1 => 2 - 1 = 1
Brian:
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well, you both then hear the voice of
a spirit.
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Sir Hastings:
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Do you hear that?
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Soveliss Sindel:
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Wait what? who's there?
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spirit:
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I am Fharlanghn, and I come to deliver
a message unto you from the gods.
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Keenan:
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that is an odd name
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Sir Hastings: (( insight ))
* Boretos rolls: 1d20+9 => 4 + 9 = 13
* Keenan rolls: d20+6 => 12 + 6 = 18
Brian:
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you don't sense lies.
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Brian:
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What does insight do?
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Sir Hastings: (( I meant sense motive ))
Brian:
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You both know that that name refers to
the god of travel by the way.
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Sir Hastings:
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What do you wish of us, Fharlanghn?
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Keenan:
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i don't say anything, being suspicious
still
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Spirit:
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You have two tests ahead of you. The
first lies ahead, in the village of the orcs. The second, lies in
your homland, amoung the elves.
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Spirit:
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You must travel there, and do what
must be done.
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Brian:
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Suddenly, the sunrise fades into
nothing.
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Sir Hastings:
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What must be done....
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Brian:
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there is no response
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Soveliss Sindel:
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I really wish that when people speak
of things of great importance, that they would actually clearly
say what they wish.
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Sir Hastings:
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I'm sure it will be obvious when we
reach the village.
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Sir Hastings:
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Should we turn around and check it out
now?
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Soveliss Sindel:
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Turn around? i think he means that
daysriver is another village of orcs and the trial is there
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Soveliss Sindel:
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since he said it lies ahead
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Sir Hastings: (( oh. didn't realize this place
was a full fleged village. ))
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Sir Hastings:
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Right you are. Let us proceed.
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Brian:
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As you begin to walk, you see yet
another silver-winged eagle fly overhead.
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* Boretos rolls: 1d20+5 => 3 + 5 = 8
* Keenan rolls: d20+7 => 19 + 7 = 26
Keenan:
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i really need to alphebatize my skills
t make finding the modifier faster
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Brian:
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Soveless sees that there is something
metallic in its beak.
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Brian:
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It slows down and decends, revealing
it to be an amulet, which it then drops in front of you.
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Soveliss Sindel:
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Huh
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Keenan:
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i hesitantly pick it up
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Sir Hastings: (( what don't you do hesitantly? ))
Keenan:
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i am a careful person
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Brian:
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It is in the shape of a moon ray, and
on the back it is inscribed, "Elven lips speak law"
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Sir Hastings: (( the bird's a racist. ))
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Soveliss Sindel:
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I wonder if this is a magical item
supposed to help us, or just another sign to help guide us.
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Brian:
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the silver-winged eagle is the
anchient symbol of Correlon Lorethian, in case I need to say that
again
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Sir Hastings:
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Not all jewelry is magical, Soveliss.
In fact I've found most of it isn't.
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Soveliss Sindel:
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I'm aware of that hastings, but this
is a amulet given to us by a silver-winged eagle. It was given to
us by the great goddes herself for some reason, which is as good
of a reason as any for it to be magical
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Soveliss Sindel:
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I suppose i should test it out
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Sir Hastings:
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Are you sure that's a good idea?
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Soveliss Sindel:
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Not in the least
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Sir Hastings whispers: lol
You whisper to Boretos: Boretos
You whisper to Boretos: I have
no idea which one of you is the idiot here
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Sir Hastings:
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Well, don't keep us waiting.
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Keenan:
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sorry, was waiting for you guys to
finish typeing, tought you were going to say somethign else
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Keenan:
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i guess i put it on then
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Sir Hastings:
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Go ahead and use it, Soveliss.
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Sir Hastings:
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Go on.
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Soveliss Sindel:
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Hmm, it says elven lips speak law, if
it is magical, maybe it means i have some ability to command others
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Soveliss Sindel:
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jump hastings
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Sir Hastings: (( I jump. ))
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Sir Hastings:
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Amazing!
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Soveliss Sindel:
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I assume that you're just being
sarcastic with me?
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Brian:
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Hastings, make a spot check
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* Boretos rolls: 1d20+5 => 13 + 5 = 18
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Sir Hastings:
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Sarcastic? The results don't lie,
Soveliss.
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Keenan:
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i really wish we could hear each
other's voices
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Unknown command: "boretos roll bluff". Try /help for a
list of commands.
You whisper to Boretos: roll
bluff
* Boretos rolls: 1d20+1 => 9 + 1 = 10
Keenan:
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do you sound at all sarcastic?
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Sir Hastings: (( Nah, son. ))
You whisper to Boretos: You
passed, you dickweed
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Sir Hastings:
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I wonder how far this amulet's power
extends...
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Soveliss Sindel:
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Yes, this is defintely... interesting
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Sir Hastings:
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It's sure to come in handy during our
trials.
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Keenan:
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wait, can i just do a sence motivve
oon hastings just to try and make sure hes not lying
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* Keenan rolls: d20+6 => 19 + 6 = 25
You whisper to Boretos: roll it
again
* Boretos rolls: 1d20+1 => 15 + 1 = 16
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Sir Hastings:
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:(
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Soveliss Sindel:
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but first, dance hastings
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* Boretos rolls: 1d20+1 => 3 + 1 = 4
Sir Hastings: (( I dance a terrible jig. ))
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Soveliss Sindel:
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ok, nvm please stop that
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Sir Hastings:
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It appears you are quick to abuse
power. How worrying.
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Soveliss Sindel:
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(I say as drily and sarcastically as
elvenly possible) Yes, truly I have gone mad with power, I will
make all bow before me, HA HA HA HA
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Soveliss Sindel:
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Anyway, enough of this, lets head out,
if this is magical in anyway, hopefully we'll find out in some
manner that won't end up dooming us soon enough.
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Brian:
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So you walk into town
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Brian:
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almost immediately, you hear the
hubabub of the villagers.
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Brian:
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Something is amis.
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Sir Hastings:
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It seems something is amiss.
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Soveliss Sindel:
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I wonder if it's just us, and that
they get travelers even less often, or if somehting else is wrong
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Keenan:
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whats the otherr villages name again?
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Brian:
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You are now in daysriver.
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Sir Hastings: (( Gorwood ))
Brian:
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Gorwood is the capital
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Keenan:
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wait, its a capital?
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Keenan:
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i thouhgt these were just 2
independent villages, huh
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Brian:
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Daysriver is fully under the control
of Gorwood and the church
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Sir Hastings: (( I'll just eavesdrop on people to
see what the fuss is. ))
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Soveliss Sindel:
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I ask the orc villager 5 if theres
somehting wrong, or if there just unused to visitors
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Brian:
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after overhearing a bit of talk, they
all seem to mention what has been going on at the church of Nerull.
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Keenan:
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what has been going on?
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Brian:
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Apparently disaster.
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Brian:
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They aren't specific, mostly just
talking about who is to blame.
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Soveliss Sindel:
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(i ask number 5) Sorry to keep poking
at what maight be a somewhat delicate matter, but what is the
exact disaster that has occured?
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Orc Villager 5:
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The temple is...wait, who are you?
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Sir Hastings:
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We are friends, friend. Here to help.
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Soveliss Sindel:
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As i mentioned, we are travelers here,
friends
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Orc Villager 5:
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Well Nerul left us.
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Soveliss Sindel:
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What?
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Sir Hastings:
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How concerning.
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Orc Villager 6:
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the church sank into the ground.
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Orc Villager 6:
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The priests cannot heal anymore.
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Soveliss Sindel:
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Oh, well that's bad(I'm a bit
astonished since i assume I've never heard about a god actually
leaving before)
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Soveliss Sindel:
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(well im extremely astonished, but i
try not to show most of it
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Brian:
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yeah, definitely not a thing
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Sir Hastings:
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I've never heard of such a thing
happening.
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Orc Villager 5:
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What have we done?
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Soveliss Sindel:
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I, I don't know
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Orc Villager 6:
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I was good, ask anyone. My life is
ready to end today.
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Sir Hastings:
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I'm sure it has nothing to do with us.
The gods have much to worry about.
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Orc Villager 6:
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I don't know how you can have so much
faith, elf.
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Sir Hastings:
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The trick is to never lose any.
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Keenan:
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if no one says anymore i guess we
continue on some more
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Keenan:
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as we continue i whisper to hastings
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Soveliss Sindel:
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Well its pretty obcious what the
general matter of the test is about now
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Soveliss Sindel:
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Now we just have to get some idea as
to what this is about
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Sir Hastings:
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What did I say about obvious?
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Soveliss Sindel:
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Nothing? im just saying that clearly,
the test mentioned has somehting to do with this
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Sir Hastings:
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I would wager the church hole is a
good lead.
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Keenan:
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are you typing somehting brian?
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Brian:
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just waiting on yall to make a move
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Keenan:
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k, just was waiting cause it looked
like you were typing, i guess we got direcitons to the church
then? it would probably be where we would head next regardless
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Brian:
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You observe that the church has
decended slightly into the ground, as if it melted, and there is a
huge crowd around it.
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Sir Hastings:
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Who's in charge here?
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Orc Priest:
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I am.
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Orc Priest:
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Do you know what this is about?
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Sir Hastings:
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Not a whit, I'm afraid.
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Orc Priest:
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Then why did you bring me up?
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Sir Hastings:
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I was hoping you could give us some
perspective.
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Soveliss Sindel:
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I believe my friend is just hoping
that you may know more about what happened, and might be able to
explain it too us
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Orc Priest:
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Of course, sir.
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Orc Priest:
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Last night, there was a great
eruption, and the temple sank. Right after, the power of the Lord
left us.
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Orc Priest:
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There are countless speculations, and
endless gossip, but that's all we know.
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Orc Priest:
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For now, I only ask that we don't
spread around more sin while trying to make sense of our dispair.
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Sir Hastings:
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Had anything unusual happened before
this event?
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Sir Hastings:
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Recently, I mean.
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Keenan:
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are there lirally nothing but orcs in
this village just wondering
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Brian:
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this one seems more orc heavy, but you
saw a human or two
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Orc Priest:
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Nothing
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Sir Hastings:
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Have you considered that it might be
prudent to start looking elsewhere for guidance? Nerull is not the
only god to be found.
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Brian:
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He looks at you in abhorance.
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Keenan:
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really hope they dont linch us
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Soveliss Sindel:
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sorry, but have you entered the church
at all since what occured happened?
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Orc Priest:
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We have.
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Orc Priest:
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There is mud in there.
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Sir Hastings:
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Was there always mud?
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Soveliss Sindel:
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I would assume not
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Orc Priest:
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Of course now.
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Orc Priest:
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not*
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Orc Priest:
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Where are you two from?
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Brian:
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The crowd is now giving you strange
looks
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Soveliss Sindel:
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We were sent on a diplomatic and
trading mission, first to gorwood, and then, upon hearing of your
village hear, decided that it would be a good idea to visit hear
as well.
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Keenan:
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what is the name of our capital again?
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Brian:
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It's noted on the map onw
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Keenan:
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ok, sorry, just didnt want to zoom all
the way out and in again
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Sir Hastings: (( I can't see the map ))
Brian:
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that's maptools for ya
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Sir Hastings:
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Do you mind if we have a look around?
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Orc Priest:
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I don't think that would be best...
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Soveliss Sindel:
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Thats fair, I think we might be
worrying people Hastings, let us go from here for a while.
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Sir Hastings:
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By your lead.
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Soveliss Sindel:
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(after were reasonably far away i
breath a sigh of relief) Glad a mob didn't form after us, I
imagine the people might be quite anxious and looking for someone
to blame after this
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Soveliss Sindel:
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But what exactly caused this, and what
are we supposed to do about it?
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Sir Hastings:
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You're asking the wrong person. I just
wear the armor.
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Soveliss Sindel:
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We can't just leave when the gods
themselves are telling us to stay here, but I don't think we
should head back to the church soon or risk a mob or atleast alot
of anger. I'm thinking we wander other areas of the village some
more before setting up camp, and then I'll try to investigate some
more then
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Boretos is disconnected.
Boretos has connected.
Boretos is disconnected.
Boretos has connected.
Boretos is disconnected.
Boretos has connected.
Brian:
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many a toast in honor of the internet
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Boretos:
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It's always the stack size.
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Keenan:
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did you see what i last wrote boretos
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Brian:
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So, did you see Soveless' last comment?
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Soveliss Sindel:
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We can't just leave when the gods
themselves are telling us to stay here, but I don't think we
should head back to the church soon or risk a mob or atleast alot
of anger. I'm thinking we wander other areas of the village some
more before setting up camp, and then we can try to investigate
some more then
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Sir Hastings:
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I didn't sense any hostility coming
from the people, but I won't deny a scouting mission.
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Keenan:
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so i guess we wander areas away from
the church for a while, then if we learn nothign interesting and
new, we'll set up camp
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* Boretos rolls: 1d20+1 => 7 + 1 = 8
Sir Hastings: (( gather info ))
Keenan:
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what was that roll for?
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Brian:
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So you hear about two theories:
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Keenan:
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can i use knowledge local to try to
find out stuff?
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Brian:
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One is that the priests have gone
corrupt, and the other is that it's the work of a mythical figure
known as "Torg"
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Brian:
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nope, you aren't a local
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* Keenan rolls: d20+2 => 5 + 2 = 7
Keenan:
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well i didnt get better so i guess its
the same
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Sir Hastings:
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Well, I don't know what a Torg is, but
I know that priests have a tendency to... deviate from the
straight and narrow.
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Soveliss Sindel:
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I heard about this torg person from
the hunters before, he was apparently some orc that went mad and
tried to lead a rebellion against the leaders of the town and the
church of nerull
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Keenan:
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i say that to hastings, not any of the
people
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Soveliss Sindel:
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Its defintely not an overly rare
occurence. Though atleast it can soemtimes be made apparent when
the priests can no longer use thier magics
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Sir Hastings:
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It's clear the rebellion didn't work
out. They didn't kill the traitors?
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Keenan:
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did they mention killing the traitprs?
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Keenan:
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and im pretty sure they did say torg
got away
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Soveliss Sindel:
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I don't remember what they said about
killing the traitors, but from how angy they were, I wouldnt be
surprised if they killed them all. Also, they did say that Torg
managed to escape
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Brian:
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obs you know Torg is alive
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Brian:
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they were talking about Torg doing
this.
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Soveliss Sindel:
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I wonder if this is smehow related to
Torg, but if so, how? how would a mortal do something like this
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Sir Hastings:
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My question exactly.
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Sir Hastings:
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Maybe you should ask around.
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Brian:
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Do you do a second evening round of
gather info?
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Brian:
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Pretty much everyone else in town is
doing the same thing
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Keenan:
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how late in the evening is it?
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Brian:
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like 5pm, but it will take you until
pretty late
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Brian:
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gather info takes time
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Keenan whispers: when is it
dark out?
You whisper to Keenan: like 7 I
guess
Keenan:
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I think we might set up camp now, then
once we eat, I suggest that i go and investigae more while boretos
watches the camp
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Sir Hastings:
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There might be an inn in town.
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Brian:
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how far outside town do you camp?
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Soveliss Sindel:
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Ah, yes
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Keenan:
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i guess we ask around a bit about any
inns
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Brian:
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there are quite a few, and not just
for the scouts around here.
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Brian:
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They ask what you can trade in return
for a night's stay
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Sir Hastings: (( Do they take gold? ))
Brian:
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Yeah, but they want 6gp
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Sir Hastings: (( camping, it is. ))
Keenan:
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does it look like there are many other
people form out of town?
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Brian:
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it seems to be mostly miners and
loggers
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Brian:
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maybe a few trades from Gorwood
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Keenan:
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fair enough, was wondering why there
would be a number of inns with few travelers
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Brian:
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This place seems more on the fronteer,
while the only folks who would commute into Gorwood were the
scouts, who had the special scout houses
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Keenan:
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anyway, i guess we set up camp
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Keenan:
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anyhting happen with that
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Keenan:
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anyway, i guess once camp is set up
and we've eaten, I head back in to investigate with my cloak on
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Brian:
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you have learned that in a society
with no pubs, the main kind of social gathering is what us moderns
would call a barbeque
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Brian:
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but right in the middle of town
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Brian:
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you are invited to one for the special
event of rasing spirits
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Sir Hastings: (( don't die. ))
Keenan:
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wait, was hastings also invited?
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Sir Hastings: (( You left me at camp, man. ))
Keenan:
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thought hastings was still with me,
and that you just said that late
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Keenan:
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would have made a sence motive check
for sure if just alone
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Brian:
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if he wants to come along he can
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Tokens dropped onto map 'Overmap' by player Boretos (Player)
* Keenan rolls: d20+6 => 16 + 6 = 22
Keenan:
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ill make one anyway
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Sir Hastings:
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This is my kind of party.
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Orc Villager 24:
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Thank you all for coming.
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Orc Villager 24:
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I know this is a great time of
spritual hurt, but maybe together we can feel somthing resembling
healing.
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Orc Villager 24:
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Is there anything anyone would like to
say?
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Keenan:
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im not saying anything, asking
questions right now would probably be inappropriate, would be
better to do such as the barbecue is going on likely
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Orc Villager 20:
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Yeah, I got somethign to ask.
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Orc Villager 20:
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When are we gonna cook shit?
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Brian:
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everyone starts pulling meat out of
their sacks and sticking it over the fire, passing it around and
comparing/showing off.
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Brian:
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A few folks look at you expecting you
to pull out your latest hunting conquest
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Keenan:
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well i did do alot of great hunting,
so i probably did have meat to bring
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Keenan:
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did they indicate at all that this
would be expected?
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Sir Hastings: (( I'll pull out some jerky. I
don't remember this hunting we did. ))
Brian:
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they just kind of assumed you would
know
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Keenan:
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how long would it take to get the meat?
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Brian:
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You did hunt while sir horse was hurt,
but you ate it
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Keenan:
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i got 2 nat 20s though:(
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Brian:
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I mean, you would have to go to the
woods to hunt
|
Keenan:
|
would hope that would give some left
over
|
Brian:
|
It was another day to walk here. Would
be rotten by now
|
Brian:
|
now improvise bitches!
|
Sir Hastings: (( I do have some jerky, right? ))
Sir Hastings: (( ok. I'll roll with that. ))
Brian:
|
but when you whip it out everyone just
looks at you and laughs
|
|
Sir Hastings:
|
:(
|
|
Orc Villager 23:
|
It's so...tiny
|
|
Soveliss Sindel:
|
Ah, quite sorry, we didn't bring any
fresh meat of our own, we were busy traveling today, and din't
know it owuld be expected of us for the barbeque
|
|
Orc Villager 26:
|
What, didcha mum always bring the meat
for ya? *crowd laughs*
|
Brian:
|
hastings, make spot
|
* Boretos rolls: 1d20+5 => 6 + 5 = 11
Sir Hastings: (( too busy hanging my head. ))
|
Sir Hastings:
|
We've been eating a lot of oats
recently. Not so much meat.
|
|
Soveliss Sindel:
|
Next time, we may be able to bring
more meat.
|
|
Orc Villager 19:
|
Of course, sir.
|
Brian:
|
with that, they drop it, and the
conversation moves to lighter topics.
|
Brian:
|
Then right to the whole "God abandoned
us" thing
|
Brian:
|
You hear the first two theories right
off the bat, then you hear a third...
|
|
Orc Villager 23:
|
You know, I don't think we can blame
Torg, even if he's still alive.
|
|
Orc Villager 23:
|
Know who I think it is? It's that
Damrelli spy who came into the capital and tried to poison all of
us.
|
|
Orc Villager 26:
|
What happend?
|
|
Sir Hastings:
|
?
|
Keenan:
|
i hastings about this
|
Keenan:
|
about how i accidnelty gave wine to
some people without being aware that they dindt know what alcohol
was and therefore not knowing to not drik alot of it, poisoning
them
|
|
Orc Villager 23:
|
The other day, these guys show up from
fucking Damriel, saying they want to sell us this drink from their
land.
|
|
Sir Hastings:
|
*facepalm*
|
|
Orc Villager 23:
|
But then when people drink it they
turn crazy.
|
|
Orc Villager 23:
|
I don't know where they are now, but I
know that Glistar isn't happy with the idea of us being at peace.
|
|
Orc Villager 23:
|
And then days later the church blows
up? I mean, come on!
|
Keenan:
|
i have to think on this
|
|
Orc Villager 24:
|
Guroth, lets not turn this to hate...
|
Keenan:
|
should i admit that i was the person
and explain that it was a big misunderstanding, or just not say
anything
|
Keenan:
|
proabbly not say anyhting
|
|
Guroth:
|
Look, I'm just saying what had to be
said.
|
Keenan:
|
actually, maybe i should
|
|
Sir Hastings:
|
But how would any mortal revoke
Nerull's prescence from the earth entirely?
|
|
Guroth:
|
Well Glistar's got that damn elf god
on his side.
|
|
Guroth:
|
I don't know everything.
|
|
Guroth:
|
...actually, wait.
|
|
Guroth:
|
How do you know the Lord got taken off
the Earth altogether?
|
|
Orc Villager 19:
|
And where did you get all that metal
armor from?
|
|
Soveliss Sindel:
|
Because we were told such by members
of the village
|
|
Sir Hastings:
|
That's just what I heard around town.
He's left this village at least.
|
|
Orc Villager 25:
|
Actually, I've never seen you guys
before. Why are you here?
|
Keenan:
|
i point to whoever invited us and say
they invited us
|
|
Guroth:
|
In town, smartass
|
|
Sir Hastings:
|
A little bit of touring and lending a
hand where we can.
|
|
Guroth:
|
What's a tour?
|
|
Sir Hastings:
|
It's like traveling for pleasure.
|
|
Soveliss Sindel:
|
We are trying to see and learn new
things by exploring the world, and as part of that, we are here
|
|
Orc Villager 13:
|
So it was you!
|
|
Soveliss Sindel:
|
What/
|
|
Soveliss Sindel:
|
what?
|
Brian:
|
a few of them draw weapons.
|
|
Sir Hastings:
|
I don't follow your logic.
|
|
Guroth:
|
Did you posion those people at the
capital?
|
|
Sir Hastings:
|
I've never poisoned anyone in my life.
|
|
Soveliss Sindel:
|
I assure you, that i poisoned no one
|
* Keenan rolls: d20+9 => 14 + 9 = 23
* Boretos rolls: 1d20+1 => 19 + 1 = 20
|
Guroth:
|
So you are just here to hang out, huh?
|
|
Sir Hastings:
|
And solve mysteries.
|
|
Soveliss Sindel:
|
We are trying to learn more of the
wrld, so that we may spread this knowledge with others, so that
all can be more knowledgeable of the world around them
|
|
Guroth:
|
And you weren't sent by Damriel?
|
|
Sir Hastings:
|
We were sent by Shavorne.
|
Brian:
|
roll bluff to be sneaky like that
|
* Boretos rolls: 1d20+1 => 9 + 1 = 10
|
Orc Villager 19:
|
Owlbear crap!
|
|
Sir Hastings:
|
What-bear?
|
|
Guroth:
|
Any opposition to taking them to the
priests?
|
|
Sir Hastings:
|
*shrug* None here.
|
|
Soveliss Sindel:
|
I assure you good sirs, that we have
done nothing wrong, but we will g along if you insist
|
Brian:
|
well they grab ropes and move to
arrest you
|
Sir Hastings: (( sure. ))
|
Soveliss Sindel:
|
(I motion to stop with the ropes) You
greatly outnumber us, and can easily surround us, surely there is
no such need for that. You could easily stop us if we tried to run
for whatever reason
|
* Keenan rolls: d20+9 => 19 + 9 = 28
|
Guroth:
|
You are right sir
|
|
Guroth:
|
But at least give us your weapons
|
|
Sir Hastings:
|
Try not to blunt them, please.
|
Keenan:
|
i hand over my rapier and longbow
|
Brian:
|
and so you get taken to church
|
|
Sir Hastings:
|
Does someone want to carry my shield
too?
|
|
Sir Hastings:
|
Thanks.
|
Keenan:
|
just wondeirng, have you planned this
so far brian?
|
Brian:
|
The initial plan seems to be that they
will all guard you until the priests come in the morning, but a
couple folks just decide to go home instead
|
Brian:
|
by the end just a few are sitting
around making you sit on the floor.
|
Brian:
|
(they won't let you touch the benches
|
|
Sir Hastings:
|
I'm going to roll up my chain shirt
and use it as a pillow as I lie on the ground.
|
Keenan:
|
guess ill do the same with my cloak,
though i wont fall asleep
|
Brian:
|
the mud on the floor, coming in
through mysterious cracks in the ground, causes an annoying stench
|
Brian:
|
hours pass that seem like days.
Several of your guards fall asleep.
|
Keenan:
|
i decide i would rather sit up then
|
Sir Hastings: (( I'll try and catch some Zs. ))
|
Tomb:
|
YOU SPEAK OF HONOR!!!
|
|
Tomb:
|
YOU SHOW ME LIES AND CALL IS SIGNS!
|
|
Tomb:
|
DO YOU MOCK ME! YOU THINK ME A FOOL!
|
|
Tomb:
|
I SHALL NOT BOW!
|
Brian:
|
The tomb suddenly opens by itself, and
skeliton warriors arise from their slumber
|
|
Soveliss Sindel:
|
do the orcs wake up?
|
* Brian rolls: 1d20 => 18
* Boretos rolls: 1d20+4 => 9 + 4 = 13
* Keenan rolls: d20+5 => 13 + 5 = 18
Keenan:
|
did they hear all that stuff too
|
|
Soveliss Sindel:
|
What the hell do you people have down
there?
|
* Brian rolls: 1d20+5 => 14 + 5 = 19
|
Soveliss Sindel:
|
And give me my weapons back
|
|
Sir Hastings:
|
Oh my.
|
* Brian rolls: 1d20+1 => 12 + 1 = 13
* Brian rolls: 1d20+1 => 1 + 1 = 2
* Brian rolls: 1d20+1 => 8 + 1 = 9
|
Soveliss Sindel:
|
all miss
|
* Brian rolls: 1d20+1 => 8 + 1 = 9
Brian:
|
unarmored, but still
|
Sir Hastings: (( and prone ))
Brian:
|
ohh, does that hit then?
|
Sir Hastings: (( but still ))
|
Soveliss Sindel:
|
i dont think so
|
Keenan:
|
but i forget prone rules
|
Sir Hastings: (( still miss ))
Keenan:
|
i forget, are you able to do a
different type of damage by taking a -4 to hits
|
Brian:
|
that's for non-lethal
|
Keenan:
|
huh, guess i wont bother with my
rapier, cause even with my pathetic unarmed damage and to hit when
trying to hit unarmed with lethal, its still better then what
thier dr would cause my rapier damage to be
|
Sir Hastings: (( then get ready to provoke for
days ))
Keenan:
|
oh yeah, forgot that provokes
|
Keenan:
|
screw that, getting rapier, going to
tumble towards it
|
Brian:
|
the skellys have scimitars
|
* Keenan rolls: d20+13 => 11 + 13 = 24
Keenan:
|
thats why im tumbling
|
Sir Hastings: (( half speed ))
Keenan:
|
pick up mine and adam's stuff
|
Brian:
|
and you cannot tumble onto or over pews
|
Sir Hastings: (( they told us not to touch the
pews anyway ))
Keenan:
|
oh, then i guess i enter this guys
space, hes not hostile hopefully, so should be no problem
|
Brian:
|
doesn't have his turn yet
|
Sir Hastings: (( what's your speed? ))
Keenan:
|
guess that would count as 20, so i cnat
|
Sir Hastings: (( that's still 20 ))
Brian:
|
the first diagonal counts as 5
|
Keenan:
|
first diagonal is free
|
Brian:
|
it's silly, but when not abused it
works
|
Sir Hastings: (( I was counting dumb ))
Keenan:
|
you ams bad on maths
|
Keenan:
|
me ams best at all, grammer defitnely
|
Tokens dropped onto map 'Overmap' by player Boretos (Player)
Brian:
|
three grapples on Soveless
|
Brian:
|
roll 1 AoO if you want
|
* Keenan rolls: d20+6 => 4 + 6 = 10
* Brian rolls: 1d20+3 => 5 + 3 = 8
* Brian rolls: 1d20+3 => 12 + 3 = 15
* Brian rolls: 1d20+3 => 16 + 3 = 19
Brian:
|
beat a 19 to stay on top
|
|
Soveliss Sindel:
|
Goddammit, what are you bastards
doing, are you workign with these mosnters?
|
Keenan:
|
how does grapple work in 3.5 again?
|
* Keenan rolls: d20+3 => 10 + 3 = 13
Brian:
|
ok, one of them got ya
|
Brian:
|
you are now pinned. Hastings?
|
Keenan:
|
wait, he can insta pin?
|
Keenan:
|
i thought he needed another grapple
check
|
Keenan:
|
or is that pathfinder only
|
Brian:
|
I'm pretty sure it's one grapple for
the first pin
|
Brian:
|
ohh, sorry. Touch attacks
|
* Brian rolls: 1d20+1 => 13 + 1 = 14
* Brian rolls: 1d20+1 => 13 + 1 = 14
* Brian rolls: 1d20+1 => 12 + 1 = 13
Brian:
|
but I assume those all touch
|
Brian:
|
ok, then you dodge the grapple
|
Brian:
|
they are all in the square, but you
arent pinned
|
Brian:
|
Hastings your move
|
Sir Hastings: (( I slip on my armor ))
Brian:
|
and takes 5 rounds I think
|
Sir Hastings: (( let me check that first. ))
Keenan:
|
and apparently pinning is an
additional grapple check that has to be made
|
Sir Hastings: (( you're right. takes longer than
I'd expect. ))
Brian:
|
then what is the first grapple roll
for?
|
Keenan:
|
to set me up for grappling and give me
that condition so you can do other stuff to me
|
Keenan:
|
once pinned i get fucked and cant do
anyhting but try to struggle free, i thik i just cant move or
attack with a 2 handed weapon and stuff while grappled, let me
check
|
Brian:
|
ahh, you are doing the by-the-book
grapple. I warn you that is a dark path...
|
Keenan:
|
what is you're version?
|
Keenan:
|
cause i dont like 3.5 by the book
grapple
|
Keenan:
|
or any combat manuevers in 3.5
|
Brian:
|
AoO -> touch attack -> grapple check
to pin.
|
Keenan:
|
ah, seems a bit harsh, but ok
|
Brian:
|
if you are pinned, roll grapple. if
you win, yo pin them
|
Brian:
|
You need to beat three checks to get it
|
Brian:
|
either way, you are free for now.
|
Brian:
|
But they still seem unwilling to let
you get that stuff
|
Keenan:
|
waht does hastings due
|
Sir Hastings: (( I'm going to dodge skelly 1 and
go total defense ))
Brian:
|
that brings us back to the skellies no?
|
Sir Hastings: (( yep ))
Keenan:
|
i think you should run
|
* Brian rolls: 1d20+1 => 19 + 1 = 20
* Brian rolls: 1d20+1 => 15 + 1 = 16
* Brian rolls: 1d20+1 => 11 + 1 = 12
* Brian rolls: 1d20+1 => 5 + 1 = 6
* Brian rolls: 1d20+1 => 18 + 1 = 19
Sir Hastings: (( 2 hits ))
* Brian rolls: 2d6+2 => 8 + 2 = 10
Keenan:
|
if it wasn't the fact that the gods
themselves said we need to be here, I would be running so damn fast
|
Keenan:
|
since im pretty sure this is the
damned trial, im not though:(
|
Keenan:
|
can i tumble onto the pews? would i
get a penalty?
|
Keenan:
|
and how hard does it look like it
would be to grab our stuff
|
Brian:
|
The pews (and attached benches) don't
allow enough space to physically move though
|
Brian:
|
graping the stuff would be a full
round action that provokes if you want to grab it all.
|
Keenan:
|
damn, we really have no option but to
run here
|
|
Soveliss Sindel:
|
Damnit, I think we have to retreat
hastings, these bastards are actively helping these monsters
|
Keenan:
|
does hastings say anyhting in return
jsut wondering?
|
Brian:
|
you may if you wish hastings
|
|
Sir Hastings:
|
Leaving is a good idea.
|
Keenan:
|
i guess i try to tumble again, though
i feel sorry for hastings, cause i doubt he'll do so well in his
positon
|
* Keenan rolls: d20+13 => 15 + 13 = 28
Keenan:
|
oops, missaw where door was
|
Brian:
|
you would be there
|
Brian:
|
The orc by the door presses her back
against it to try and stop you.
|
Brian:
|
the other two that can get near you
try and grapple
|
* Keenan rolls: d20+6 => 6 + 6 = 12
Sir Hastings: (( does this church have any
windows? ))
* Keenan rolls: d4+1 => 3 + 1 = 4
Brian:
|
yes, but hey are about 5 ft up and not
openable
|
* Brian rolls: 1d20+1 => 10 + 1 = 11
Brian:
|
does that hit touch?
|
Keenan whispers: i am an utter
idiot, i purposely didnt give up my daggers, but i then forgot fast:(
Keenan:
|
nope, touch is 15
|
Brian:
|
ok, then you still aren't grabbed, you
slippery bastard.
|
Keenan:
|
wait, couldnt i have been tumbling
twice a turn?
|
Brian:
|
I thought it was a full round?
|
Keenan:
|
no, its a movement action
|
Keenan:
|
i could have actually done stuff
|
Brian:
|
if you want to tumble again this turn
go for it
|
Brian:
|
but there is a closed door
|
Keenan:
|
stabbing orc 19 with dagger
|
Keenan:
|
that i jsut remembered i had because
of stupidity
|
Brian:
|
-4 for having a guy in your square
|
Keenan:
|
but when i would ahve done this he
wouldnt ahve been in my square
|
* Keenan rolls: d20+6 => 19 + 6 = 25
* Keenan rolls: d20+6 => 19 + 6 = 25
* Keenan rolls: 2d4+2 => 5 + 2 = 7
Brian:
|
x3 crit on a dagger by house rules
|
Brian:
|
add a 1d4+1 to that
|
* Keenan rolls: d4+1 => 2 + 1 = 3
* Brian rolls: 1d4 => 4
Brian:
|
but he is still up
|
Keenan:
|
god are they getting healed in here
|
Sir Hastings: (( Now dodging skelly 5, I will
jump over this pew. ))
* Boretos rolls: 1d20+3 => 1 + 3 = 4
* Brian rolls: 1d20+0 => 2 + 0 = 2
Sir Hastings: (( nvm ))
* Brian rolls: 1d20+1 => 13 + 1 = 14
Keenan:
|
you do a magnificent flop
|
Sir Hastings: (( I just hop in place, apparently
))
Brian:
|
so, you can chose to spend 10 movement
to just hustle over it
|
Sir Hastings: (( Where does the nat 1 leave me? ))
Brian:
|
if you want to make the jump, prone on
the bench
|
Brian:
|
but i won't lock you into taking the
jump action
|
Sir Hastings: (( I jumped knowing I could climb
over the pew instead. ))
Brian:
|
brb, you may now plan tactics and
rethink life choices
|
Sir Hastings: (( I'll use my action to gtfo ))
Sir Hastings: (( cool. ))
Keenan:
|
now undead turn i guess
|
Brian:
|
two attacks that have cover:
|
* Brian rolls: 1d20-3 => 1 - 3 = -2
* Brian rolls: 1d20-3 => 12 - 3 = 9
Brian:
|
one attack with doge
|
* Brian rolls: 1d20+0 => 14 + 0 = 14
Sir Hastings: (( who rolled the 14? ))
Brian:
|
I accounted for the doge
|
Sir Hastings: (( no hits ))
Sir Hastings: (( ohn ))
Sir Hastings: (( then he hit ))
* Brian rolls: 1d6+1 => 3 + 1 = 4
Keenan:
|
bring out other dagger for more stabby
fun
|
* Keenan rolls: d20+4 => 17 + 4 = 21
Keenan:
|
on person at door
|
* Keenan rolls: d4+1 => 4 + 1 = 5
Keenan:
|
then next on person in my square
|
Keenan:
|
guess i shouldnt have the +4 since
thier in my square
|
* Keenan rolls: d20+0 => 16 + 0 = 16
Sir Hastings: (( did you know a 5 foot step costs
no actions? ))
* Keenan rolls: d4+1 => 4 + 1 = 5
Keenan:
|
yes, but im busy being dumb today
|
Brian:
|
yes, but you can't do it if you moved
by any other means
|
* Brian rolls: 1d4 => 3
Sir Hastings: (( everyone knows that part, bri ))
Brian:
|
where...where did your token go/
|
Keenan:
|
i hate how mine always ends up on the
bottom of stacks
|
Sir Hastings: (( that's when you right
click>arrange>to the top ))
Keenan:
|
oh, didnt know that
|
Sir Hastings: (( yep ))
Brian:
|
Guroth swings with greataxe
|
* Brian rolls: 1d20+7 => 4 + 7 = 11
Sir Hastings: (( I guess they managed to find
iron ore. ))
* Brian rolls: 1d4 => 1
Brian:
|
other guy rolls with greatclub
|
* Brian rolls: 1d20+3 => 5 + 3 = 8
Brian:
|
ok, nothing on you.
|
Keenan:
|
im so glad this guy isnt my 5 e bard
|
Keenan:
|
he is literally the unluckiest guy i
have ever seen
|
Brian:
|
the staggered guy backs off
|
Brian:
|
ok, thats the orcs
|
Keenan:
|
might pay off to pick up your stuff
fast adam
|
Keenan:
|
since i imagine its faster with no one
guarding it
|
Sir Hastings: (( don't you tell me how to play
dnd ))
Brian:
|
nope, just nobody to take AoO
|
* Brian rolls: 1d10 => 2
Sir Hastings: (( tumble ))
Sir Hastings: (( wait, do I need to be trained in
that first? ))
* Boretos rolls: 1d20+4 => 2 + 4 = 6
* Brian rolls: 1d20-3 => 2 - 3 = -1
Keenan:
|
you still mvoe then, but you provoke
|
* Brian rolls: 1d20-3 => 10 - 3 = 7
* Brian rolls: 1d20+0 => 13 + 0 = 13
Keenan:
|
and get lucky:), or not,
|
Sir Hastings: (( no ))
Brian:
|
standard action to pick up any one
weapon or shield
|
Sir Hastings: (( shield ))
Brian:
|
intersteing choice
|
Brian:
|
lets see if it keeps you alive
|
Keenan:
|
how is shield bashing in 3.5?
|
* Brian rolls: 1d20+2 => 12 + 2 = 14
Sir Hastings: (( hold up ))
Sir Hastings: (( picking up an item is a move
action ))
Sir Hastings: (( and donning a shield is part of
a move action ))
Sir Hastings: (( I'm shielded, yo ))
Keenan:
|
thats why he said aw
|
Brian:
|
now for the pew guys
|
* Brian rolls: 1d20-3 => 7 - 3 = 4
* Brian rolls: 1d20-3 => 17 - 3 = 14
Keenan:
|
and damn, how many undead are there
|
Keenan:
|
does opening the door provoke?
|
Keenan:
|
more stabbings for now then
|
* Keenan rolls: d20+4 => 7 + 4 = 11
Sir Hastings: (( what is orc 9 doing? ))
Keenan:
|
that was on the staggered guy
|
* Keenan rolls: d20+4 => 5 + 4 = 9
Brian:
|
pretty much everyone has leather here
|
Keenan:
|
oh, thought no armor, that was dumb
then
|
Keenan:
|
well, not really dumb
|
Brian:
|
Ok, so guroth is still raging and
swings
|
* Brian rolls: 1d20+7 => 16 + 7 = 23
Sir Hastings: (( rip in peace ))
* Brian rolls: 1d12+8 => 12 + 8 = 20
Sir Hastings: (( m-m-max damage! ))
Keenan:
|
as a level 3 unarmored rogue vs a
barbarian, i guess this is to be expected
|
|
Orc Villager 9:
|
Ohh lord ohh lord...
|
Sir Hastings: (( I still like my odds. ))
Brian:
|
and that's all from the orcs for now.
|
Brian:
|
Hastings, save the day or the story
ends tonigh
|
Keenan:
|
guessing you didnt expect us to comply
|
Sir Hastings: (( I'll start by picking up my
longsword ))
Sir Hastings: (( no ))
Sir Hastings: (( total defense, then pick it up.
))
Brian:
|
is total defense not full round?
|
Sir Hastings: (( standard action, baby ))
* Brian rolls: 1d20-3 => 18 - 3 = 15
* Brian rolls: 1d20-3 => 9 - 3 = 6
* Brian rolls: 1d20-0 => 13 - 0 = 13
* Brian rolls: 1d20-3 => 9 - 3 = 6
* Brian rolls: 1d20-3 => 8 - 3 = 5
* Brian rolls: 1d20-3 => 13 - 3 = 10
* Brian rolls: 1d20+0 => 14 + 0 = 14
Brian:
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Keenan, roll to stablize
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* Keenan rolls: d10 => 10
Sir Hastings: (( gratz ))
Keenan:
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first time i have ever seen someoen
stabilize on there own
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Brian:
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now all hastings has to do is not die
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Brian:
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yeah, it's designed to be rare
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Brian:
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by the book, it's even tougher
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Keenan:
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how is it even toughteer?
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Brian:
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I'll explain later
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Brian:
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or you can look it up
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Brian:
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but it's really weird and complicated
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Keenan:
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true, not like im busy right now
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Brian:
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All the orcs are freaking out right
now by the way.
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Sir Hastings: (( fight defensively ))
* Boretos rolls: 1d20+3 => 19 + 3 = 22
* Boretos rolls: 1d20+3 => 9 + 3 = 12
Brian:
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that guy has cover
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Sir Hastings: (( a crit threat is a crit threat ))
Brian:
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but it doesn't helpd does it?
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* Boretos rolls: 1d8+3 => 3 + 3 = 6
Sir Hastings: (( yay ))
Brian:
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and now the wave crashes in
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* Brian rolls: 1d20-3 => 7 - 3 = 4
* Brian rolls: 1d20-3 => 16 - 3 = 13
* Brian rolls: 1d20+0 => 12 + 0 = 12
Sir Hastings: (( attacking 5 ))
* Boretos rolls: 1d20+3 => 4 + 3 = 7
Sir Hastings: (( it was defensive. obvs ))
Brian:
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but you still have a move action if
you want
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Sir Hastings: (( yeah, I'm good. ))
Sir Hastings: (( I'm covered on both sides,
right? ))
* Brian rolls: 1d20-3 => 12 - 3 = 9
* Brian rolls: 1d20-3 => 7 - 3 = 4
* Brian rolls: 1d20-3 => 20 - 3 = 17
* Brian rolls: 1d20-3 => 16 - 3 = 13
Brian:
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that was a failed crit
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* Brian rolls: 1d20-1 => 17 - 1 = 16
* Brian rolls: 1d20-0 => 17 - 0 = 17
Brian:
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but I think everything else misses?
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Sir Hastings: (( yep. ))
* Brian rolls: 1d6+1 => 5 + 1 = 6
* Boretos rolls: 1d20+3 => 18 + 3 = 21
* Boretos rolls: 1d8+3 => 3 + 3 = 6
Sir Hastings: (( now dodging... 4 ))
* Brian rolls: 1d20-1 => 14 - 1 = 13
* Brian rolls: 1d20-1 => 9 - 1 = 8
* Brian rolls: 1d20-3 => 1 - 3 = -2
* Brian rolls: 1d20-3 => 9 - 3 = 6
* Brian rolls: 1d20-0 => 15 - 0 = 15
* Boretos rolls: 1d20+3 => 20 + 3 = 23
* Boretos rolls: 1d20+3 => 9 + 3 = 12
* Boretos rolls: 1d8+3 => 2 + 3 = 5
* Brian rolls: 1d20-1 => 10 - 1 = 9
* Brian rolls: 1d20-1 => 4 - 1 = 3
* Brian rolls: 1d20-3 => 13 - 3 = 10
* Brian rolls: 1d20-3 => 11 - 3 = 8
* Brian rolls: 1d20-0 => 9 - 0 = 9
* Boretos rolls: 1d20+3 => 5 + 3 = 8
* Brian rolls: 1d20-3 => 18 - 3 = 15
* Brian rolls: 1d20-3 => 19 - 3 = 16
* Brian rolls: 1d20-1 => 6 - 1 = 5
* Brian rolls: 1d20-1 => 9 - 1 = 8
* Brian rolls: 1d20-0 => 10 - 0 = 10
* Boretos rolls: 1d20+3 => 18 + 3 = 21
* Boretos rolls: 1d8+3 => 7 + 3 = 10
Sir Hastings: (( same. now dodging 13 ))
* Brian rolls: 1d20-3 => 13 - 3 = 10
* Brian rolls: 1d20-3 => 16 - 3 = 13
* Brian rolls: 1d20-1 => 17 - 1 = 16
* Brian rolls: 1d20-1 => 5 - 1 = 4
* Brian rolls: 1d20-0 => 2 - 0 = 2
* Boretos rolls: 1d20+3 => 18 + 3 = 21
* Boretos rolls: 1d8+3 => 4 + 3 = 7
Sir Hastings: (( dodging 12 ))
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Guroth:
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This is madness...
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Keenan:
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dude, if yuo somehow survive, that
would be awesome
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* Brian rolls: 1d20-0 => 15 - 0 = 15
* Brian rolls: 1d20-3 => 8 - 3 = 5
* Brian rolls: 1d20-3 => 8 - 3 = 5
* Brian rolls: 1d20-1 => 5 - 1 = 4
* Brian rolls: 1d20-1 => 4 - 1 = 3
* Boretos rolls: 1d20+3 => 4 + 3 = 7
* Brian rolls: 1d20-1 => 4 - 1 = 3
* Brian rolls: 1d20-1 => 17 - 1 = 16
* Brian rolls: 1d20-3 => 3 - 3 = 0
* Brian rolls: 1d20-3 => 7 - 3 = 4
* Brian rolls: 1d20-0 => 14 - 0 = 14
* Boretos rolls: 1d20+3 => 10 + 3 = 13
* Brian rolls: 1d20-3 => 18 - 3 = 15
* Brian rolls: 1d20-3 => 15 - 3 = 12
* Brian rolls: 1d20-1 => 14 - 1 = 13
* Brian rolls: 1d20-1 => 12 - 1 = 11
* Brian rolls: 1d20-0 => 10 - 0 = 10
Sir Hastings: (( dang ))
* Boretos rolls: 1d20+3 => 10 + 3 = 13
* Brian rolls: 1d20-1 => 2 - 1 = 1
* Brian rolls: 1d20-1 => 11 - 1 = 10
* Brian rolls: 1d20-3 => 11 - 3 = 8
* Brian rolls: 1d20-3 => 16 - 3 = 13
* Brian rolls: 1d20-0 => 15 - 0 = 15
* Boretos rolls: 1d20+3 => 14 + 3 = 17
* Boretos rolls: 1d8+3 => 6 + 3 = 9
* Brian rolls: 1d20-3 => 14 - 3 = 11
* Brian rolls: 1d20-3 => 10 - 3 = 7
* Brian rolls: 1d20-1 => 18 - 1 = 17
* Brian rolls: 1d20-1 => 17 - 1 = 16
* Brian rolls: 1d20-0 => 5 - 0 = 5
* Boretos rolls: 1d20+3 => 19 + 3 = 22
* Boretos rolls: 1d20+3 => 2 + 3 = 5
* Boretos rolls: 1d8+3 => 2 + 3 = 5
Sir Hastings: (( so close ))
* Brian rolls: 1d20-0 => 6 - 0 = 6
* Brian rolls: 1d20-3 => 17 - 3 = 14
* Brian rolls: 1d20-3 => 2 - 3 = -1
* Brian rolls: 1d20-1 => 13 - 1 = 12
Brian:
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actually, why am I doing mods?
|
* Brian rolls: 1d20 => 15
Brian:
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they all need a 20
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* Boretos rolls: 1d20+3 => 15 + 3 = 18
* Boretos rolls: 1d8+3 => 6 + 3 = 9
Sir Hastings: (( same ))
* Brian rolls: 5d20s20 => 0
Sir Hastings: (( lol ))
* Boretos rolls: 1d20+3 => 7 + 3 = 10
* Brian rolls: 5d20s20 => 2
Sir Hastings: (( the order matters ))
Brian:
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actually, ohh shit
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Brian:
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I'll roll 1d5 to see who got that
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Brian:
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just going clockwise, k?
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Sir Hastings: (( k ))
* Brian rolls: 1d5 => 2
* Brian rolls: 1d5 => 4
* Brian rolls: 1d20-3 => 14 - 3 = 11
* Brian rolls: 1d20-3 => 3 - 3 = 0
Brian:
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literally the worst guys
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* Brian rolls: 2d6+2 => 12 + 2 = 14
Keenan:
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did you expect us to comply?
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Brian:
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Honestly, I expected you to fight the
orcs
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Keenan:
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the thing was, they were so damn
reasonable in the last village, that i thought we could jsut talk
our way out
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Keenan:
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i did nto expect the undead at all
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Brian:
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Fear has a way of ending reason.
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Brian:
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And the undead aren't just there to
fuck you guys up
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Keenan:
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i am really currious as to what the
hell thats about
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Brian:
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I suspect part of the next campaign
will be investigating just what happened to this party
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Keenan:
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i don't think im good enough at
playing evil characters anyway, even if i was hard undercover, i
think maybe i should have slipped a bit
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Boretos:
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thanks for the help, axe wielding orcs.
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Brian:
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See, in the situation you were in,
your secret identity didn't matter.
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Keenan:
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at the end, it really didnt
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Brian:
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The campaign of intrigue I had planned
was out the window when Wesley and Chris left
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Keenan:
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my character was so made for that
intrigue:(
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Boretos: (( we're not dead yet, guys. ))
Keenan:
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i guess brian could decide they dont
kill us in our unconscious state, but i doubt it
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Brian:
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...what exactly is your plan? The
undead want to kill you, and the orcs aren't willing to risk their
lives to save you.
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Boretos:
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Wouldn't the undead move on to attack
the orcs?
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Boretos:
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Or would they just stand, hacking at
my dead body?
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Brian:
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So you wouldn't know this, but they
take your bodies back into the tomb with them, and nobody dares
open the tomb again to discover your final fate.
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Keenan:
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had a feeling it would be somethign
like that
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Keenan:
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guess that anger was just a excuse to
make sacrifices out of us
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Boretos:
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And we didn't get any rest since the
beginning of the session?
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Brian:
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I assume we counted right last time,
and this is the wee hours of the morning on the day that you came
in, so you didn't sleep this session so far, but if you want you
may take the lvl in hp and try to fight on.
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Brian:
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Soveless, I'm sorry but you were still
one hit from going down, and there was a level 2 barb boss to
fight.
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Boretos:
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I'll totally take that 4 hp
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Brian:
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We can play it out, but I don't see
how you survived
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Keenan:
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i was at full health anyway
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Brian:
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fine, heal 4 and we will see if you
have any chance
|
Brian:
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but I think this is just a pointless
freebe
|
* Boretos rolls: 1d20+3 => 5 + 3 = 8
* Brian rolls: 5d20s20 => 1
* Brian rolls: 1d6+1 => 4 + 1 = 5
Brian:
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wow, that was dickishly poetic
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Brian:
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I mean, at the end of the day, if we
aren't ready to let the party lose, why did we start the combat,
you know?
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Keenan:
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its like, i ahve the will to FIGHT!!
oops, i died
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Keenan:
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any idea what type of characters we
should make for next one?
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Boretos:
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I just thought that would've made a
great cinematic moment, had I come out on top
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Keenan:
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guess you need to do some planning
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Brian:
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I first need to figure out what people
and time commitment we have for next one
|
Brian:
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And honestly, I was rooting for you.
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Keenan:
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if your luck was as good as my 5e
bards is abd, you would ahve
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Brian:
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I thought this was going to all work
out, but it didn't.
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Boretos: (( why so many skeletons? ))
Brian:
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And knowing that you can fail will
make Goblin VI all the more badadd
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Keenan:
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eh, stuff happens, and no human can
perfectly predict others
|
Brian:
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They are CR 1/3 mobs
|
Brian:
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and you are both level 4 right?
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Boretos:
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4. but unarmed and also guarded by orcs
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Boretos:
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If you had it planned before the
barbeque, then all's fair.
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Brian:
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Yeah, this was definitely an
overpowered encounter. But 16 skellys isn't an absurd challange
level.
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Boretos:
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I'd do it again, if I could start at
full health.
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Brian:
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I admit I was still fuzzy on how many
skellys to bring in. Had you camped outside they still would have
showed up.
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Brian:
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I admit I forgot about the damage, but
even then that is consiquence of what happened before.
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Boretos:
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and I knew taking off my armor was
tempting fate.
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Keenan:
|
dude, eveything your character has
ever done was tempting fate
|
Brian:
|
yeah, I did not expect that.
|
Keenan:
|
your guy is the least genre savvy
character ive ever seen
|
Brian:
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I assumed you guys would break off pew
legs or something and you would have a club fight
|
Keenan:
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didnt think of that
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Boretos:
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Everyone knows you never take your
armor off in dnd. Sleep in it and hope nobody remembers the penalty
|
Brian:
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Again, if you didn't try to escape or
get the weapons, the orcs will not intervene
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Brian:
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Well you weren't sleeping anyhow
|
Boretos:
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I thought we weren't allowed to touch
the pews for religious reasons. That held me back.
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Brian:
|
The orcs wouldn't like it, but the
redneck orcs weren't ready to die for it.
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Keenan:
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yeah, anyway, I guess I'll see you
guys next time:) my schedules is pretty free so you dont have to
plan around me much, just tell me ahead of tie so i can plan
around it
|
Brian:
|
the big advantage you had in this is
that the orcs had no training or coordination, and were scared to
death of the undead, who in turn did not care about the orcs or
their goals
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Boretos:
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but really hated me for some reason...
|
Boretos:
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probably cuz I'm an elf.
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Brian:
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The undead or the orcs?
|
Brian:
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Yeah, if I play my cards right it will
be revealed why they hate you so much.
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Boretos:
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Did they even swipe at you, keenan?
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Brian:
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Remeber all the things that happened
in this story. None of it was just random; there is a grand design.
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Boretos:
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You better have the next story soon,
because I will forget the small stuff
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Boretos is disconnected.
Boretos has connected.
Keenan is disconnected.
Boretos is disconnected.
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