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The cleric apologizes and says he is unable to call upon the divine again this night. Many of the townsfolk were injured in the initial attacks. The trip back is stressful for the townsfolk but largely uneventful. Fires continue to burn throughout the town, and you hear the occasional shout or clash, but not nearly as active as before. After passing through the old tunnel you are once again inside the keep.  "Good job on getting everyone out of that temple alive. As for the prisoner, our folks will handle him from here."The castellan looks at your wounds with concern. "You all made it back, but you look like hell. I'm still waiting on reports from the mill expedition, so why don't you all take a breather here? Sure looks like you could use it." Sounds of battle grow more distant as the next hour passes by. There is no more sign of the dragon either. You finally have a few moments to patch your wounds and collect your thoughts. Time for a short rest. By biting off so much at the temple and surviving, you also got a ton of xp. Everyone is now level 2. Level up your characters along with spending Hit Dice, eating berries or whatever. -New HP adds to your current and max. So if you are at 6/10 and gain 10HP, you are now at 16/20. Hit Dice work the same way. -Most other class abilities are ready to go as long as they don't need a full nights rest to prepare.
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Zedekiah 20 HP // 20 AC Back at the temple... He comments, "The keep remains secure, we can escort you there." Looking to his injured allies, he suggests, "We will need a moment or two to bandage our wounds, but otherwise yes, gather your things and let's aim to head out within the next minute or two." Peering inside the temple, he inquires, "Do you mind if I take a quick look around for anything that might be useful to us?" Once he receives the blessing of the cleric to do so, he helps himself to a simple empty vellum book, some ink, and some writing supplies, finding nothing much else of strategic value within the building. pre:Liberating the following from the temple, if available... - Any readily available book suitable as an empty spellbook - Ink (1 ounce) - Ink pen At the keep... Having finally found a moment of peace and quiet, Zedekiah sets his mind to two very important tasks. First, he finds an empty room in the keep, lights a few candles liberated from wherever they happened to be lying around while he was searching for a quiet place to rest, and pulls out the vellum book he had taken from the temple. Thereafter, he sets his backpack on the floor, removes his armored gauntlets, and rifles through it - retrieving the book he had been reading before this disaster of an evening had began. He was nearly done a significant chapter, and had been looking forward to its conclusion for quite a while now. Before returning to where he had left off, however, he thumbs along the spine of the book, just beneath the silver lettering naming the author. Within the creases was a wax seal bearing the emblem of the Zhentarim, exactly where the chapter he had been reading earlier in the day said it would be. After removing the wax ball from its hidden cache, he hovers his hand over the vellum book and pierces it with his thumb and forefinger, causing a few drops of a crimson red liquid to fall to the empty pages below. Ignoring the fact that the liquid begins to dimly glow from the moment it hits the page, he then maneuvers the wax ball towards his face, tilting his head back and squeezing the last few drops of the liquid into his eyes like medicinal drops - again, exactly as the book had instructed. He could feel the effects of the concentrate working immediately, opening pathways in his mind that had been dormant, and strengthening those that had already been in use. Albeit decades old, the blood of the author was a powerful elixir indeed. His vision blurred for a few minutes as a result of the blood swirling around his cornea, but in time he was able to see well enough to pick up the copy of 'Fighting Man' and finish the chapter he had been working his way through. By the time he had finished the forty or so pages remaining in the chapter, he spared a glance towards the empty vellum book that he had doused in blood, and was only a little surprised to find that the liquid had rearranged itself into a series of eloquently written diagrams and expert calligraphy denoting phrases, actions, and frames of mind necessary to call upon the basics of arcane power. Thumbing through the now-verbose segment of that book, he dipped his newly acquired pen into the accompanying bottle of ink and traced over the lines of blood. One purpose of doing so was to hide the blood used as ink, of course, but the other entirely valid reason for doing so was to help commit each word and stroke to memory. Speaking to himself, he commented, "Well, isn't that interesting." Standing up, he closed the vellum spellbook, returned both books to his backpack, and attached his gauntlets back to his forearms. Flexing his arms, he made a fist: and was all too pleased to see it glow with the pale blue chill of the grave. pre:Level up!
HD: +1d6 [Wizard 1]
HP: +7 [4 Wizard + 3 Constitution]
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2 - Find Familiar [Conjuration: Ritual]
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Janelle The druid lights some dried herbs and prays to the ancients whose power that allowed her to save Ander, expecting she might have to explain herself. But the First Animals of the Earth--represented by Wolf, Bear, and Spider--were pleased that she was able to balance culling enemies without failing to guard those she had promised to protect, just as they had protected and raised the First Humans, weakest of the beasts, until they grew strong enough to fend for themselves. They caution her from underestimating the men in the party as they had done with their wards, her distant ancestors, who grew spoiled enough to betray them. If she could prove that she could keep those who she saved from abusing the gift of life, then perhaps the First Animals of Water would be the next ones to lend her their strength. If she could not, there was always more culling to get their attention, they say. She laughs at the joke made at her murderous partymembers' expense, apparently to herself, then bids them watch over the elf who'd pierced her ear and taught her to pick locks. The ceremony ends with Nel serene and smiling under her scarf, and since she had no wounds to bandage, she spend the rest of her time reporting to Nighthill and the castellan to see what their people had gleaned from the captive cultist, or if he had any new missions in mind for her. 17/17 HP; 17 AC; 2d8 HD; 1/3 Spells; Healing Word, Entangle, Goodberry, Thunderwave, _; 9/10 Healkit; PP 20, PI 17
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You brief rest is interrupted by shouting in the courtyard. This time it isn't kobolds. "You bastard! He sold us out. Walled himself up in the keep with his fancy guards while the town burn! You knew this was going to happen. My wife died because of you!"Cuth, the man you rescued as you entered Greenest and carried on your back to the keep, is holding a knife to the throat of Governor Nighthill. They are surrounded by several guards with swords drawn. Behind them are several of the civilians you rescued, all cheering on Cuth. The dwarf, Escobert, is also here and trying to control the madness.  "This place is my home, I'm defending it as best I can. We aren't an army. There was no way to hold back the-" "Shutup, shutup! Now you'll pay. You'll pay for betraying us all."Your rest wasn't really cut short, you got a short rest before this.
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Janelle "Lower your blades!" she snaps at the lot of them, pulling down her scarf and staring down the man gone mad with grief. She approaches him slowly but inexorably, "Linan watches over you right now, Cuth, think she's pleased? Sacrificed herself to save her beloved children and husband, now he's trying to throw his life away in her name and leave them orphaned? Drop the drat knife you coward and go to them, you've made your point here." 17/17 HP; 17 AC; 2d8 HD; 1/3 Spells; Healing Word, Entangle, Goodberry, Thunderwave, _; 9/10 Healkit; PP 20, PI 17
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Zedekiah 20 HP // 20 AC Emerging from the interior of the building and into the courtyard well after the argument became heated, Zedekiah frowns and thinks to himself, 'Probably shouldn't have let the commoners keep the weapons I gave them.' Approaching the soon-to-be melee confidently, he looks to Cuth and the other commoners watching the scene, and then casually points to Janelle and states, "She's right, Cuth. Your children need a father now, more than ever." Looking to the governor, he suggests, "If your governor is guilty of any wrongdoing, it will be settled in a court of law. And I will personally look for evidence to support your suspicion, if that is what it will take to lower your blade." Admittedly, he was a little amused at the man's brazen assault, and so he tosses him a bone, suggesting, "And for the moment, if you wish to channel your aggression into something productive, a captive member of the attackers was brought back from the temple. I imagine the governor's men are interrogating him as we speak, and perhaps he would be kind enough to let you ...participate?" He gave the governor a look, obviously giving him an opportunity to risk the life of an enemy instead of his own. pre:Persuasion - 15
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"We'll never get justice, Nighthill will just deny everything. His mansion wasn't even raided! Biggest place in town! I bet that prisoner knows." Cuth lowers the knife held to the Governor's throat. The Governor steps away in a hurry as his guards grab the man. He doesn't put up a fight, only looks downward. "Yes yes, that is just fascinating. And untrue. We've already interrogated the prisoner, and we know we have the Cult of the Dragon to thank for this attack. Now throw this man out into the tunnel. Lock the door behind him. His fate will be with the gods tonight."
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Janelle Nel walks up to Nighthill while pulling up her mask, and whispers harshly into his ear, "Are you a fool? If Cuth is captured the Cultists will torture the location of the tunnel out of him. Be a leader and convince your people that you didn't see this attack coming and didn't abandon them. If you can't do that we might as well scatter for the hills now." 17/17 HP; 17 AC; 2d8 HD; 1/3 Spells; Healing Word, Entangle, Goodberry, Thunderwave, _; 9/10 Healkit; PP 20, PI 17
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"And what about that dragon, huh? It left you all alone! Made a show of things and flew right off. I bet he paid it for his safety. I bet..." "Alert! Enemies coming!" A guard up on the wall points into the distance. "We don't have time for this nonsense. If you'll excuse me, I have a keep to defend."Nighthill brushes past Janelle and heads for the stairs up onto the wall. Cuth seems forgotten by the guards in this moment of chaos. They all run up and take battle positions along the wall.
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Janelle Nel lets Nighthill pass. She'd dropped the stew ingredients in, and a watched pot never boils, after all. He'd come around or he wouldn't. She turns her attention to Cuth. "That's twice now you owe your life, widower. The least you could do is explain why you've gone from wishing you'd listened to Linan and come to the keep to trying to kill the person in charge of it? Do you have evidence against him or are you grasping at straws to exonerate yourself from responsibility for her death?" Insight: 1d20+5 20 17/17 HP; 17 AC; 2d8 HD; 1/3 Spells; Healing Word, Entangle, Goodberry, Thunderwave, _; 9/10 Healkit; PP 20, PI 17
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"We all know he did it, miss. He's the reason Greenest is getting torched." The old woman you rescued at the tavern chimes in. "Aye, he raised taxes last year, 'for our defense' he said."  "He raised taxes on imports, that's for sure. I almost skipped Greenest in my stops this season."The dwarven castellan had been in the background during the scuffle. He makes a brief comment. "I don't know the Governor well, but he pays us, that's for certain. I don't think he'd hire me and my men just to feed us all to kobolds. Unless I misjudged him... Bah! I don't know. We have work to do here."The dwarf heads upstairs, leaving you and the civilians in the courtyard for the moment.
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Janelle The evidence was circumstantial, but Nighthill could have raised taxes to buy immunity and some bodyguards as insurance, in case the cultists decided to try to steal from his keep anyway. Or perhaps the mercenary detail was part of the deal, and the guards were hired to unwittingly train Lennithon's army of cultists at the start of their campaign? That was how her nomadic people trained the young, in war games with lowered stakes. The objectives were never to wipe out the enemy, only to steal horses, capture some prisoners for ransom, and count coup by sneaking up on the enemy and smacking them with a hand or a stick. Nel herself had been kidnapped once as a youth, only to learn by feigning sleep that her family offered nothing to her ransomers. The rival tribe's elders decided to make the most of an unwanted prisoner by allowing her to attempt escape as an exercise for their young trackers. They got more than they bargained for. Not only did she elude them, she counted coup on them all that night with the same club she used today. That triumph outweighed the cold reception she got when she returned home, in fact. Like a stray cat that kept showing up, unwanted. Perhaps it was time for her to show up where Nighthill kept the tax records, to see if any money had gone missing recently. Stealth: 1d20+5 17/17 HP; 17 AC; 2d8 HD; 1/3 Spells; Healing Word, Entangle, Goodberry, Thunderwave, _; 9/10 Healkit; PP 20, PI 17 Turning into a Giant Spider, have a higher stealth, climbing and junk. slydingdoor fucked around with this message at 02:57 on Sep 6, 2014 |
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Up on the wall, you see a line of dozens of foes facing the castle. They stand a few dozen yards from the main gate of the keep. From the darkness, a massive creature strides into the light of the dying fires around the keep. It is shaped roughly like a human, but stands at least seven feet tall, has skin covered in blue scales, and its fingers bear wicked claws. It has the face and reptilian eyes of a dragon. The creature scans the walls. A line of kobolds and cultists fan out behind it. With daggers and spears, they prod forward a number of captives. You can make out a woman, a teenage boy in a blood-soaked tunic, and two children. With then are two guards - two of the dozen sent to retake the mill, as the castellan quickly points out. The monster hails the keep in a deep, booming voice.  "Defenders of Greenest! This has been a successful night. I am feeling...generous. You see these useless, pitiful prisoners. We have no need for them, so I will trade them back. Send out your best warrior to fight me, and you can have them in exchange!"One of the defenders says, "They have my sister! Those are her kids down there. Let me at them! I'll kill him--" The dwarf holds him back from charging downstairs, throwing open the gate and launching himself at the beasts below. "Not so fast. You would be tossing your life away. Others have a far better chance to defeat that horror. Is anyone else is up to the task?"The dwarf looks towards all of you.
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Zedekiah 20 HP // 20 AC Zedekiah sighs, looking to the castellan, and then to the governor. "I suppose I can murder him for you, too, if you want." Looking to Ander, some of his wounds still bleeding, he suggests, "You're literally bleeding through your armor and nearly died a few hours ago. Are you sure you're up for this?" Waador fucked around with this message at 02:49 on Sep 6, 2014 |
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Ander Basha HP 13/19|AC 16|Daily healing remaining:5|Javelins remaining: 3| Spells:2 "Can you think of someone better qualified? I refuse to stand here and let innocents die. My god will see me through."
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 Meanwhile, Janelle glides down the far wall of the keep in the form of a giant spider. Before she left, the townsfolk told her of the mansion. It's the far north-western edge of town. She can hear the bellows of the dragon-man in the distance, but they soon fade as she makes her way alone.  Avoiding the roving bands of kobolds is a simple matter. It seems they have finished up their raiding, for the most part, and have either left or congregated at the castle. In short time you make your way to the walled compound that houses Governor Nighthill. You don't see signs of flames or other obvious damage from the outside. Spiders have +7 stealth, so you rolled an 18 there. You slip undetected past the patrols. You are now outside the compound, how do you want to proceed?
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Zedekiah 20 HP // 20 AC He shrugs, responding, "Better qualified or not, you're half-dead on your feet. What am I supposed to do with my guilt if an injured man dies in battle against a foe I could have faced?" He wasn't particularly committed to the battle one way or another, but he was curious why the man was so focused on rushing back into battle. Waador fucked around with this message at 03:18 on Sep 6, 2014 |
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Ander Basha HP 19/19|AC 16|Daily healing remaining:5|Javelins remaining: 3| Spells:2 Ander smiles and pulls the remainder of Nel's goodberries out of his pocket, downing them in one large bite. "I was holding onto them in case someone else needed them, but if I can save some innocents this is a more worthy goal. What was it you said Zedikah? Let a fool die a fools death? Well I'm feeling foolish and I've got a sword thirsting for dragon's blood."
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Ander Basha HP 19/19|AC 16|Daily healing remaining:5|Javelins remaining: 3| Spells:2 He chuckles, it's not clear if he takes it as a joke or not." "I'll aim for the head then."
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"We thank you for your bravery, sir. Open the gates! Let him out to face the enemy." Within minutes the gates are opened. Brave Ander is allowed outside with any who will follow. The rest remain within, watching from the castle walls. "A champion? Yes, Yes! Come forward. These are my terms. The children will be set loose now as a sign of my goodwill. The others...after the duel. Win or lose. And a duel it shall be. If any interfere, the prisoners will die."
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Hager [Info/Quicklook] HP: 21/21 (0/2HD) | AC: 16 | Rages: 1(2) | 20 Arrows "A half-dragon with bad breath can't make for too good an armor there, Zedekiah. Then again, it's skull might make for a half-way decent codpiece. Course, it'd need to be a little bigger!" Hager is clearly not above laughing at his own joke.
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