Narrator: ok so we are enroute to westgate
RAIGE: (i put on serious hat and cloak)
Narrator: travelling by caravan which started in Amn
Dror: (who is sophist?)
RAIGE: (zara)
Semkhet: zara
Dror: (thanks)
Semkhet: [sry]
RAIGE: (your welcome)
Narrator:
Raige you've been commissioned among other mercenaries to protect Lady Denetha and her spoiled husband
Narrator: Carlmon
RAIGE: (better damn pay me too)
Narrator: Both Nobleman from Cormyr
Dror: (dammit. This took too long, and I have to leave in about 10 minutes)
Dror: (I'll be back in an hour)
Semkhet: (>:I)
Dror: (I already told peri. She offered to control my character for a while)
Narrator:
Dror you are on the run of course keeping a low profile and are prolly unnerved to be seated with bluebloods
Semkhet: (oh)
Harthina: (I'm not gonna RP him, but I'll control him if we get into a fight.)
RAIGE: (brb 2 secs)
Dror: (whihc is why I wondered about IRC, because she could name a login Temp
Dror or something)
Dror: (bluebloods?)
Semkhet: (rich ppl)
Dror: (did you read my profile?)
Narrator: sem and
Harthina have spent most of the time staring away from eachother as
Harthina smells like old people
Semkhet: (LOL)
Narrator: and
Semkhet does not wish to be rude
Dror: (My character was born about as high as you could get w/o being a noble)
Dror: (he's on the run because of some seriuously bad choices)
Harthina: (faggot)
Dror: (what?)
RAIGE: (that all went downhill in a drunken game of strip d&d)
Narrator: the journey was long and tiresome
RAIGE: (now hes poor)
Harthina: (I DO NOT SMELL LIKE OLD PEOPLE JERKFACE)
Semkhet: (;o
Dror: (He couldn't take anything but what he had on him at the time...)
Narrator: so far you have travelled three days non stop
Narrator: and have finally entered the wild lands of the dragon's coast
Narrator: a land free of morals and limits
Narrator: there are no laws here
Dror: (why exactly am I the one in with the nobles?, couldn't someone else protect them better?)
Narrator: no leaders
RAIGE: (there are only four of us play along)
Semkhet: (dont question the dm)
Narrator: only powerful traders who protect themselves by surrounding themselves with the worst of thugs
Narrator: and pirates
Narrator: as midday descends you notice the caravan stops.
Harthina: (fuck it's goblins fuck)
Narrator: the thwip of arrows is heard
Narrator: and the horses in a carriage to the rear bolt and flip the rigging
Narrator: and soonafter the mercenaries are engaged
Narrator: also glitchfinder you aren't charged with protecting them
Narrator: you're just a passenger
Harthina: I hear the commotion and cast Mage Armor on myself.
Narrator: okay roll initiatives
Harthina rolls d20+5: (d20+5) : [13 + 5] = 18
Harthina rolls d20+3: (d20+3) : [5 + 3] = 8
Harthina: (that's
Dror)
Raige rolls d20+2: (d20+2) : [7 + 2] = 9
Semkhet rolls initiative: (d20+2) : [5 + 2] = 7
Narrator: okay
Harthina you go first
Harthina: Soph, aren't you rolling init for your goblins?
Narrator: its an ambush
Harthina: Okay.
Narrator: declare what you intend to do
Harthina: What's this wagon?
Harthina: Are there doors?
Narrator: yes
Harthina: Where?
Narrator: in the middle
Narrator: between the seats
Narrator: there is an aisle
Harthina: Okay.
Narrator: doors on both sides
Harthina: Oh fuck.
Harthina: One second, sorry.
Harthina: I lost all the shit I had open when I had to restart.
Harthina: er
Harthina: Skip my turn for now.
Harthina: I'll get it open and go at the end of this round?
Semkhet: you're the only one who knows that they're doing >_>
Harthina: I alert everyone else to the threat of the goblins.
Narrator: goblins attack
Narrator rolls Goblin Attack: (d20+2) : [3 + 2] = 5
Narrator rolls Goblin Attack: (d20+2) : [9 + 2] = 11
Narrator rolls Goblin Attack: (d20+2) : [14 + 2] = 16
Narrator rolls Goblin Attack: (d20+2) : [19 + 2] = 21
Narrator rolls gob damage: (d8+1) : [4 + 1] = 5
Narrator rolls Goblin Attack: (d20+2) : [11 + 2] = 13 Venetiahas left the session
Narrator rolls Goblin Attack: (d20+2) : [4 + 2] = 6
Narrator rolls Goblin Attack: (d20+2) : [13 + 2] = 15
Narrator rolls Goblin Attack: (d20+2) : [3 + 2] = 5
Narrator rolls Goblin Attack: (d20+2) : [16 + 2] = 18
RAIGEhas left the session
Narrator rolls gob damage: (d8+1) : [6 + 1] = 7
Narrator: who
Narrator: a
Narrator: what is going on Venetiahas joined the session.
RAIGEhas joined the session.
Semkhet: (sorry)
RAIGE: (also sorry)
Narrator rolls Goblin Attack: (d20+2) : [2 + 2] = 4
Narrator rolls Goblin Attack: (d20+2) : [17 + 2] = 19
Narrator rolls gob damage: (d8+1) : [6 + 1] = 7
Narrator:
Raige what is your ac
Narrator rolls Goblin Attack: (d20+2) : [12 + 2] = 14
Narrator rolls Goblin Attack: (d20+2) : [2 + 2] = 4
RAIGE: 16
Narrator: missed on both counts
Narrator: okay
Raige your turn then
Dror and
Semkhet
Narrator:
Raige what are you going to do
RAIGE: er.. attack back?
Raige rolls d20+6: (d20+6) : [19 + 6] = 25
Narrator: roll damage
Raige rolls d12: (d12) : [2] = 2
Narrator: +5 is seven
Narrator: you apply your strength bonus
Narrator: to melee attacks
Narrator: you split that little fuckers arm off and smile with purile satisfaction as the little shitheel shivers on the ground in a wretched heap
Narrator: and the bush was destroyed in the process
Narrator: anyway
Dror
Narrator: is up
Harthina: Okay.
Harthina:
Dror readies an action to cast Sleep if any of the goblins move towards his wagon.
Harthina: End turn.
Narrator: k
Narrator: more goblins appear out of the brush
Narrator: !
Narrator: but before that
Narrator:
Semkhet gets to go
Narrator: hon
Narrator: almost skipped her
Semkhet casts Bless!
Narrator: centered where
Semkhet: ... around me >.>
Harthina: Also, do I get to go?
Harthina: I kinda skipped my turn since all of my spell descriptions were in a file I had to find.
Harthina: If not, whatever, we can say I cast Mage Armor on myself on the first turn.
Narrator: okay but after the warriors
Harthina: Okay.
Narrator rolls petertack: (d20+4) : [15 + 4] = 19
Narrator rolls 1d8+2: (1d8+2) : [8 + 2] = 10
Narrator: goblin dies
Narrator rolls Goblin Attack: (d20+2) : [5 + 2] = 7
Narrator rolls petertack: (d20+4) : [5 + 4] = 9
Narrator rolls petertack: (d20+4) : [16 + 4] = 20
Narrator rolls 1d8+2: (1d8+2) : [4 + 2] = 6
Narrator rolls petertack: (d20+4) : [17 + 4] = 21
Narrator rolls 1d8+2: (1d8+2) : [2 + 2] = 4
Narrator rolls petertack: (d20+4) : [9 + 4] = 13
Narrator rolls petertack: (d20+4) : [12 + 4] = 16
Narrator rolls 1d8+2: (1d8+2) : [8 + 2] = 10
Narrator: okay
Narrator: go peri
Harthina: Okay.
Harthina: I cast Wall of Smoke.
Narrator: mark where
Narrator: okay
Narrator: what's the range
Narrator: or area of effect
Harthina: Ten foot cube.
Harthina: At this level.
Narrator: just ten feet
Harthina: You can go into it, but it'll nauseate you.
Harthina: It gets better when I stop sucking.
Harthina: :|
Narrator: okay
Narrator: gobs go
Harthina: I ready a move action to run away in an intelligent direction if any gob starts trying to get into the cart.
Narrator: sub and nigger and lord cheesington fire a volley of flaming arrows at denetha's carriage
Semkhet: I ready my cleavage to seduce a goblin should I be cornered.
Narrator rolls Goblin Attack: (d20+2) : [20 + 2] = 22
Narrator rolls Goblin Attack: (d20+2) : [10 + 2] = 12
Narrator rolls Goblin Attack: (d20+2) : [17 + 2] = 19
Narrator: the carriage catches fire
Narrator: smoke is noticibly billowing through the windows
Narrator rolls Goblin Attack: (d20+2) : [6 + 2] = 8
Narrator rolls Goblin Attack: (d20+2) : [5 + 2] = 7
Narrator: sorry
Narrator rolls Goblin Attack: (d20+2) : [19 + 2] = 21
Narrator rolls Goblin Attack: (d20+2) : [17 + 2] = 19
Narrator rolls gob damage: (d8+1) : [8 + 1] = 9
Narrator rolls gob damage: (d8+1) : [3 + 1] = 4
Narrator rolls Goblin Attack: (d20+2) : [19 + 2] = 21
Narrator rolls Goblin Attack: (d20+2) : [17 + 2] = 19
Narrator rolls Goblin Attack: (d20+2) : [18 + 2] = 20
Narrator rolls 1d8+2: (1d8+2) : [2 + 2] = 4
Narrator rolls 1d8+2: (1d8+2) : [1 + 2] = 3
Narrator rolls 1d8+2: (1d8+2) : [8 + 2] = 10
Narrator: splater falls after being bullrushed by goblins
Narrator rolls Goblin Attack: (d20+2) : [9 + 2] = 11
Narrator rolls Goblin Attack: (d20+2) : [15 + 2] = 17
Narrator rolls Goblin Attack: (d20+2) : [1 + 2] = 3
Narrator rolls Goblin Attack: (d20+2) : [13 + 2] = 15
Narrator rolls Goblin Attack: (d20+2) : [16 + 2] = 18
Narrator rolls gob damage: (d8+1) : [6 + 1] = 7
Narrator rolls gob damage: (d8+1) : [8 + 1] = 9
Narrator rolls Goblin Attack: (d20+2) : [4 + 2] = 6
Narrator rolls Goblin Attack: (d20+2) : [2 + 2] = 4
Narrator rolls Goblin Attack: (d20+2) : [8 + 2] = 10
Narrator rolls Goblin Attack: (d20+2) : [8 + 2] = 10
Narrator rolls Goblin Attack: (d20+2) : [20 + 2] = 22
Narrator rolls Goblin Attack: (d20+2) : [8 + 2] = 10
Narrator rolls Goblin Attack: (d20+2) : [10 + 2] = 12
Narrator rolls gob damage: (d8+1) : [2 + 1] = 3
Narrator: okay
Narrator: so
Raige RAIGE USES RAGE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!1 (and assumes it will help the situation)
RAIGE attacks gob
Raige rolls d20+7: (d20+7) : [11 + 7] = 18
Narrator: hit
Raige rolls d12+5: (d12+5) : [6 + 5] = 11
Narrator: dead
RAIGE uses cleave on er... nigger?
Narrator: roll attack
Narrator: and you have an additional cleave
Narrator: i'm helping you out here by doing so
Narrator: normally you can only cleave if an enemy is adjacent
Narrator: but you are possessed by the moment
RAIGE: oh
RAIGE: er
Raige rolls d20+7: (d20+7) : [9 + 7] = 16
Narrator: and rising to surprising rates of heroism
Narrator: hit
Raige rolls d12+5: (d12+5) : [8 + 5] = 13
Narrator: with an almost childlike laughter your sword runs straight through the goblins shoulder joint
Narrator: you cleave into another
Narrator: this is the last time
Raige rolls d20+7: (d20+7) : [14 + 7] = 21
Narrator: in the process of this you have gone beserk
Narrator: roll damage
Raige rolls d12+5: (d12+5) : [3 + 5] = 8
Narrator: and afterwards make not of your rage bonuses
Narrator: dead
Narrator rolls petertack: (d20+4) : [14 + 4] = 18
Narrator rolls 1d8+2: (1d8+2) : [5 + 2] = 7
Narrator rolls petertack: (d20+4) : [4 + 4] = 8
Narrator rolls petertack: (d20+4) : [20 + 4] = 24
Narrator rolls 1d8+2: (1d8+2) : [5 + 2] = 7
Narrator rolls petertack: (d20+4) : [12 + 4] = 16
Narrator rolls 1d8+2: (1d8+2) : [7 + 2] = 9
Narrator rolls petertack: (d20+4) : [10 + 4] = 14
Narrator rolls petertack: (d20+4) : [4 + 4] = 8
Narrator rolls petertack: (d20+4) : [7 + 4] = 11
Narrator rolls petertack: (d20+4) : [4 + 4] = 8
Narrator: denetha kicks open the door
Narrator: meanwhile carlmon courageously pushes her aside and runs for his fucking life
Narrator:
Dror
Harthina: Is the door fortified?
Harthina: The top door there.
Narrator: it is locked but the fucking carriage is on fucking fire dude
Harthina: Oh, right.
Harthina: Okay.
Harthina:
Dror casts Sleep to affect the three gobs around Rapebone.
Harthina: er
Harthina: Those three.
Harthina: Did you see it?
Narrator: okay roll concentration check for the spell under durress
Harthina: Okay
Harthina rolls d20+7: (d20+7) : [6 + 7] = 13
Narrator: you pass
Harthina: That's where sleep is.
Narrator rolls gob will: (d20-1) : [18 - 1] = 17
Narrator rolls gob will: (d20-1) : [7 - 1] = 6
Narrator rolls gob will: (d20-1) : [19 - 1] = 18
Harthina: :x
Harthina: DC was 14.
Narrator: one is affected
Harthina: Which one?
Narrator: and decides it would be nice to curl onto the ground
Narrator: he wets himself he's so relaxed
Harthina:
Dror runs over there.
Narrator: wow
Narrator: there ain't know chivalry in
Dror
Harthina: He's a squishy wizard.
Harthina: What do you expect?
Narrator: denetha's just left in the carriage on her lonesome
Harthina: Sucks to be her!
Narrator: okay
Harthina
Harthina: I cast Grease.
Narrator: okay
Narrator: where
Narrator: okay
Harthina: There.
Harthina: That gob needs to make a reflex save or fall prone.
Narrator rolls gob reflex: (d20+2) : [8 + 2] = 10
Narrator: gob gets a mouthful of mud
Narrator:
Semkhet Semkhet fires her crossbow through the open window at sug
Semkhet rolls attack (crossbow): (d20+2) : [11 + 2] = 13
Narrator: roll attack
Narrator: hit
Semkhet rolls damage + bless: (1d8+2+1) : [4 + 2 + 1] = 7
Narrator: roll damage
Narrator: 6
Narrator: dead
Narrator: bless affects to hit
Narrator: not damage
Semkhet: oh
Semkhet rolls attack (crossbow): (d20+2) : [10 + 2] = 12
Semkhet: oops
Semkhet: (sorry)
Narrator: goblins continue there assault though the ones on the southside have panicked because
Raige is fucking creepy
Narrator rolls gob reflex: (d20+2) : [11 + 2] = 13
Narrator: downed
Narrator rolls gob reflex: (d20+2) : [19 + 2] = 21
Narrator rolls Goblin Attack: (d20+2) : [10 + 2] = 12
Narrator: you hear the goblins mace bashing at your door
Harthina: fff
Narrator rolls gob reflex: (d20+2) : [13 + 2] = 15
Narrator: what's the dc
Harthina: 16
Narrator: downed
Narrator rolls Goblin Attack: (d20+2) : [18 + 2] = 20
Narrator rolls gob damage: (d8+1) : [2 + 1] = 3
Narrator rolls Goblin Attack: (d20+2) : [18 + 2] = 20
Narrator rolls gob damage: (d8+1) : [3 + 1] = 4
Narrator rolls Goblin Attack: (d20+2) : [13 + 2] = 15
Narrator rolls Goblin Attack: (d20+2) : [12 + 2] = 14
Narrator rolls Goblin Attack: (d20+2) : [2 + 2] = 4
Narrator rolls Goblin Attack: (d20+2) : [13 + 2] = 15
Narrator rolls Goblin Attack: (d20+2) : [4 + 2] = 6
Narrator rolls gob morale: (d20-2) : [18 - 2] = 16
Narrator rolls gob morale: (d20-2) : [7 - 2] = 5
Narrator rolls gob morale: (d20-2) : [4 - 2] = 2
Narrator rolls gob morale: (d20-2) : [1 - 2] = -1
Narrator: two flee in terror while one tries to back off the field of battle
Narrator:
Raige etheonhas joined the session.
RAIGE: I charge towards dushk screaming and attack him some
Narrator: etheon more like
Narrator: betheon
Narrator: hey there beth
Harthina: Oh.
RAIGE: assuming thats legal
Harthina: Wall of smoke is gone now.
Narrator: roll attack
Harthina: Actually, so is Grease.
Raige rolls d20 + 6: (d20+6) : [16 + 6] = 22
Narrator: hit
Raige rolls d12 + 5: (d12+5) : [3 + 5] = 8
Narrator: you are a death machine
Narrator: you are
Raige killer of little shitstains you think you yourself with pride
Narrator rolls petertack: (d20+4) : [1 + 4] = 5
Narrator: peter inspired by
Raige's bravery charges the goblins and trips
Narrator rolls petertack: (d20+4) : [12 + 4] = 16
Semkhet slaps her forehead
Narrator rolls 1d8+2: (1d8+2) : [2 + 2] = 4
Narrator rolls petertack: (d20+4) : [2 + 4] = 6
Narrator rolls petertack: (d20+4) : [18 + 4] = 22
Narrator rolls 1d8+2: (1d8+2) : [2 + 2] = 4
Narrator rolls petertack: (d20+4) : [18 + 4] = 22
Narrator rolls 1d8+2: (1d8+2) : [3 + 2] = 5
Narrator rolls petertack: (d20+4) : [5 + 4] = 9
Narrator: okay
Dror
Harthina: sec phone
Harthina: sleep
Harthina: on
Harthina: gobs
Narrator: where
Narrator: ok
Harthina: dc 14
Narrator: your cowardice has forced a concentration check
Narrator: seriously leaving denetha to fend for herself
Narrator: you should be ashamed
Narrator: she's blonde
Narrator: and with child
Semkhet: rapebone will help her!
Semkhet: (or rape her)
Harthina: Okay, sorry about that.
Harthina: Fuck Denetha, she's not a PC.
Harthina rolls d20+7: (d20+7) : [13 + 7] = 20
Narrator: okay pass
Harthina: She has rapebone to protect her.
Harthina: She'll be fine.
Narrator rolls gob will: (d20-1) : [3 - 1] = 2
Narrator rolls gob will: (d20-1) : [12 - 1] = 11
Narrator rolls gob will: (d20-1) : [12 - 1] = 11
Narrator: the gobs think to themselves what's all the fuss about anyway
Narrator: and pass out
Narrator:
Semkhet Semkhet , moving to the other side of the seat, aims and fires her crossbow out the other window, at lord cheesington.
Semkhet rolls attack (crossbow+bless): (d20+2+1) : [18 + 2 + 1] = 21
Narrator: hit
Semkhet rolls damage (ranged): (d20) : [1] = 1
Semkhet: :x
Narrator: you launched that fucker
Narrator: it was the perfect shot
Narrator: right
Narrator: into
Narrator: his earlobe
Narrator: enjoy the new piercing
Narrator:
Harthina
Narrator: carlmon leaps into a bush
RAIGEhas left the session
Narrator:
Harthina
Harthina:
Harthina draws her crossbow and does a coup de gras on gab.
Harthina: That was a five-foot step, btw.
Harthina: *grace
Harthina: Automatic critical hit.
Harthina rolls d8: (d8) : [3] = 3
Harthina: *2
Harthina: 6 damage.
Harthina: Make a fort save DC 16 or die.
Narrator: its dead
Narrator: okay gobs wake up
Narrator rolls Goblin Attack: (d20+2) : [9 + 2] = 11
Narrator rolls Goblin Attack: (d20+2) : [3 + 2] = 5
Narrator rolls Goblin Attack: (d20+2) : [14 + 2] = 16
Narrator rolls Goblin Attack: (d20+2) : [9 + 2] = 11
Narrator rolls Goblin Attack: (d20+2) : [13 + 2] = 15
Narrator rolls 1d8+2: (1d8+2) : [3 + 2] = 5
Harthina: The duration is 1 min/level.
Harthina: But if you say so.
Narrator: oh
Harthina: 1 min = 10 rounds
Narrator: don't worry they didn't get a move
Narrator: wait what
Harthina: Okay.
Harthina: A round is six seconds.
Narrator rolls gob morale: (d20-2) : [20 - 2] = 18
Narrator rolls gob morale: (d20-2) : [19 - 2] = 17
Narrator: two gobs reenter the fray
Narrator rolls Goblin Attack: (d20+2) : [17 + 2] = 19
Narrator rolls Goblin Attack: (d20+2) : [9 + 2] = 11
Narrator rolls 1d8+2: (1d8+2) : [5 + 2] = 7
Narrator: okay
Raige
Harthina:
Raige takes a five-foot step....
Harthina: ...and charges at Lord Cheesington. etheonhas left the session
Narrator: roll attack
Harthina: I think his attack bonus is +9 since it's a charge.
Harthina: +10 with bless.
Harthina: Okay.
Dror: (how do I roll in this, anyway?)
Harthina rolls d20+10: (d20+10) : [18 + 10] = 28
Harthina:
Dror, /roll
Narrator: dmg
Harthina rolls d12+7: (d12+7) : [2 + 7] = 9
Narrator: also glitch you did a cowardly thing
Narrator: you left that poor pregnant lady all by herself in that burning carriag
Narrator: dead
Harthina: Can I cleave farfignugen even though he's technically out of my range?
Narrator: lord cheesington is yet another body impaled by
Raige's perfect mansword
Narrator: no
Harthina: boo
Harthina:
Harthina: Okay.
Harthina: End turn.
Narrator:
Dror
Dror rolls d20: (d20+3) : [8 + 3] = 11
Narrator: what are you doing?
Dror: crossbow
Narrator: at
Narrator: it doesn't matter you miss
Dror: whicever is closest
Dror: lol
Narrator: crossbow bolt almost hit your toe
Narrator: you feel dumb
Narrator: that
Narrator: 's the last time you'll fire before aiming
Narrator: sekhmet
Semkhet jumps from the coach, and runs to the other side, still keeping obscured from the fray at the north end. (a total of 30 feet)
Narrator: she lands softly on her feet with amazing grade
Narrator: grace
Semkhet levels her crossbow and aims at farfedell
Narrator: where is he
Semkhet: north of stefanie
Narrator: okay
Narrator: you have los
Narrator: roll
Semkhet rolls attack (crossbow+bless): (d20+2+1) : [4 + 2 + 1] = 7
Narrator: you hit the carriage in front of you
Narrator: you hear the goblin within growl
Semkhet curses under her breath. Should have trained harder!
Narrator rolls petertack: (d20+4) : [13 + 4] = 17
Narrator rolls 1d8+2: (1d8+2) : [7 + 2] = 9
Narrator rolls petertack: (d20+4) : [6 + 4] = 10
Narrator rolls petertack: (d20+4) : [2 + 4] = 6
Narrator rolls petertack: (d20+4) : [6 + 4] = 10
Narrator rolls petertack: (d20+4) : [5 + 4] = 9
Narrator rolls petertack: (d20+4) : [8 + 4] = 12
Narrator rolls gob morale: (d20-2) : [11 - 2] = 9
Narrator: goblin flatfooted unsure of what to do
Narrator rolls Goblin Attack: (d20+2) : [13 + 2] = 15
Narrator rolls Goblin Attack: (d20+2) : [11 + 2] = 13
Narrator rolls Goblin Attack: (d20+2) : [9 + 2] = 11
Narrator rolls Goblin Attack: (d20+2) : [6 + 2] = 8
Narrator rolls Goblin Attack: (d20+2) : [16 + 2] = 18
Narrator rolls Goblin Attack: (d20+2) : [3 + 2] = 5
Narrator rolls 1d8+2: (1d8+2) : [3 + 2] = 5
Narrator: denetha has died
Narrator rolls smoke: (1d4) : [1] = 1
Narrator rolls smoke: (1d4) : [1] = 1
Narrator rolls smoke: (1d4) : [1] = 1
Narrator: okay
Raige
Harthina:
Raige attacks Farfignugen.
Harthina rolls d20+9: (d20+9) : [14 + 9] = 23
Harthina: uh
Harthina: +8
Harthina: whatever
Harthina rolls d20+7: (d20+7) : [8 + 7] = 15
Harthina rolls d12+7: (d12+7) : [4 + 7] = 11
Harthina: rather
Harthina: Damage.
Narrator: fifteenis a miss
Harthina: The first one was teh attack roll.
Harthina: The 23.
Narrator: oh
Harthina: I accidentally rolled a d20 for damage.
Narrator: dead
Narrator: i am the great gazoo
Semkhet: :O
Narrator: listen to my awesome flesh flute
Narrator: ok
Dror
Narrator:
Narrator not there
Narrator: go
Dror
Narrator: glitch?
Harthina: He's deliberating in the channel.
Dror: I cast sleep on amanuensaur
Narrator: you cant see them
Narrator: out of los
Dror: fine
Dror: I run closer and do it
Dror: or at least, to where I can see them
Narrator: running again like any coward would
Narrator: takes your turn
Harthina: It shouldn't.
Harthina: o.0
Narrator:
Harthina
Harthina: He only ran 30 ft.
Harthina: That's his movement.
Harthina: I coup de grace gab.
Harthina rolls d8: (d8) : [4] = 4
Harthina: *2
Narrator: dead
Harthina: More like 25 ft.
Narrator rolls petertack: (d20+4) : [18 + 4] = 22
Narrator rolls 1d8+2: (1d8+2) : [3 + 2] = 5
Narrator rolls petertack: (d20+4) : [13 + 4] = 17
Narrator rolls 1d8+2: (1d8+2) : [3 + 2] = 5
Narrator rolls petertack: (d20+4) : [12 + 4] = 16
Narrator rolls 1d8+2: (1d8+2) : [8 + 2] = 10
Narrator rolls Goblin Attack: (d20+2) : [18 + 2] = 20
Narrator rolls Goblin Attack: (d20+2) : [14 + 2] = 16
Narrator rolls petertack: (d20+4) : [6 + 4] = 10
Narrator rolls gob morale: (d20-2) : [18 - 2] = 16
Narrator rolls gob morale: (d20-2) : [3 - 2] = 1
Narrator rolls gob morale: (d20-2) : [5 - 2] = 3
Narrator: one gob flees
Narrator: and the one in the carriage is stoped by
Raige who smiles at his puny body
Narrator rolls smoke: (1d4) : [2] = 2
Narrator:
Raige
Harthina:
RAIGE SMASH
Harthina rolls d20+8: (d20+8) : [15 + 8] = 23
Harthina rolls d12+7: (d12+7) : [11 + 7] = 18
Narrator: indeed
Raige smashes like a professional goblin pounder should
Narrator: he feels elation
Narrator: okay
Dror
Dror:
Dror moves east until he has a line of sight on noname, aims at him, and fires his crossbow
Dror rolls d20: (d20+3) : [14 + 3] = 17
Narrator: like any coward
Dror slinks lazily from behind and shoots his crossbow
Narrator: he hits
Dror rolls d8: (d8) : [7] = 7
Narrator: the crossbow tunnels throw the back of the goblins throat
Narrator: he collapses and presumably dies
Narrator: peri
Harthina: ooop
Harthina: I use my turn to go there.
Harthina: End turn.
Narrator: k
Narrator: semhket
Semkhet runs out to a good vantage point ...
Narrator: :":":":":":":":":"
Narrator: and
Semkhet tries to aim at prag, but is obscured by cedric ...
Semkhet: end turn
Narrator rolls petertack: (d20+4) : [11 + 4] = 15
Narrator rolls petertack: (d20+4) : [6 + 4] = 10
Narrator rolls petertack: (d20+4) : [5 + 4] = 9
Narrator rolls petertack: (d20+4) : [4 + 4] = 8
Narrator rolls petertack: (d20+4) : [19 + 4] = 23
Narrator rolls 1d8+2: (1d8+2) : [7 + 2] = 9
Narrator rolls gob morale: (d20-2) : [8 - 2] = 6
Narrator: the lone goblin drops his weapon
Narrator: and sheepishly raises his hands
Narrator: Carlmon emerges from his bush
Narrator: he is soiled by its cruel cinderlike dirt that tarnishes a perfectly arrayed tunic and cloak combo
Narrator: my god
Harthina glares disapprovingly at him.
Narrator: he looks at the burning carriage
Narrator: denetha
Semkhet saunters over to the action and looks on quietly.
Narrator: sir rapebone pushes carlmon away
Narrator: i'm sorry sir
Narrator: we tried our best
Dror: at least we survuved
Narrator: who is this thing asks carlmon
Narrator: he's a gentlemen we picked up at amn sir
Narrator: replies rapebone
Harthina: "Thing? Young man, I don't think you're in any position to be looking down on people with the way you just behaved."
Harthina: "Shame on you, fleeing and leaving your lovely wife to die to some crude goblin attack."
Narrator: I...
Narrator: Put this fucking pyre out
Narrator: he finally says
Narrator: M'lord.
Narrator: We have a surrender.
Narrator: One who guys by prag
Narrator: .
Narrator: Don't these little shits have real names
Narrator: .
Narrator: ?
Narrator: What should we do with him sir?
Dror: you should probably kill him
Narrator: Fuck him for all I care.
Semkhet: I'd say let him live ...
Narrator: Take him for questioning if you wish.
Semkhet: And allow him to return to his people, to speak of our power.
Narrator: Cormel will see that you are rewarded for this... valor.
Narrator: Or whatever.
Narrator: Thank you sir.
Dror: why would we let him live, after what his comrades did?
Narrator: Gather the horses
Narrator: says the guards
Semkhet: He would give word that, even in great numbers, it is futile to attack us.
Narrator: Braver man than you or I. Carlman says to
Dror
Narrator: Come on ladies. Do come back to your coach. You were lovely in a pinch but we need to get back on the road.
Narrator: says Sir Rapebone
Dror: before more of them come?
Narrator: pronounced Rappebonee
Harthina: "I do hope this is a one-time occurrence. But, yes, let's not delay further."
Semkhet says nothing, and returns, with a cold stare out on the horizon.
Narrator: Likely madam the north shore is crawling with these kind of scum.
Narrator: ohh oops
Narrator: no
Narrator: the soldiers pull the body from the wreckage.
Narrator: It is badly scorched and Carlmon unceremoniously has it buried quickly on a mound that he leave's a mage's mark for future retrieval when it is possible
Narrator: The wagons move onward into the horizon at a mournful pace. The characters tired from battle cared little for possible goblin goodies
Narrator: and only desired the safety of the city
Harthina: "So, what business do you all have on the Dragon Coast?"
Harthina says pleasantly, trying to move past the awkward silence and leave the carnage of the fight behind them.
Dror: "I'm looking to earn some money."
Dror mumbles quetly
Dror: *quietly
Semkhet looks out the window, purses her lips, and then smiles warmly at
Harthina.
Semkhet: "I'm a disciple of my church, looking for converts on the heathen coast."
Harthina: "Oh? You seem like a nice young woman. What god do you worship?"
Semkhet: "Sharessa."
Dror: "\You're looking for converts to the church of pleasure?:
Dror: "don't they come to you?"
Harthina cocks her head. "Doesn't seem like a hard sell."
Semkhet: "Many churches in Mulhorand have come upon hard times."
Semkhet: "Converts are harder and harder to seek."
Semkhet: "The head priestess also has put forth an initiative to convert more outsiders. Mulhorandis are only so finite in number."
Dror: "I'd have thought your order would attract those who fell upon hard times"
Semkhet: "I love your innuendoes, however that is all I can say on the subject."
Semkhet turns to
Harthina, still warmly smiling.
Semkhet: "And yourself?"
Dror: grumbles quietly
Narrator:
Dror's mother cysts throbs with revolting sensations. Could this be love?
Harthina: "I'm looking for two of my grandchildren." She pulls a scroll case out of her bag, uncaps it, and gently unfurls the parchment within. It's a skillful likeness of two young people. "Have you seen either of them?"
Narrator rolls 1d4: (1d4) : [1] = 1
Narrator:
Dror suffers one damage
Narrator: and he feels gassy
Semkhet turns up her nose and leans more towards the window.
Semkhet takes a gander at
Harthina's scroll.
Narrator:
Semkhet notices that the script is arcana
Semkhet: "I have seen a great many people. They seem familiar, yet in my profession, everyone is familiar in one way or another."
Harthina shakes her head sadly and replaces the drawing. "True, true."
Harthina: "I'll find more information in Westgate, I hope."
Semkhet: "There are quite a number of people there. It is easy to become lost. Do you have any contacts there to aid you?'
Dror: looks at the portraits
Dror: "Aren't they from Amn?"
Harthina: "They are."
Dror: "Why would they be out here?"
Narrator:
Dror remembers the man looks like a former colleague
Narrator: not a close one though
Narrator: but he's been to candlekeep
Dror: "THe man has been to CandleKeep on several occasions"
Harthina:
Harthina raises an eyebrow. "Really now? How...peculiar."
Harthina: "How long ago?"
Dror: "Why is the quest for knowledge peculiar?"
Semkhet , slightly nauseated by the smells of the post-battle orc and the fellow exuding gasses, tries to focus her attention outside.
Harthina: "I wasn't aware my grandson got around that much, that's all. Are you certain?"
Narrator:
Raige tired from his trial of battle falls asleep with an obnoxious snore
Dror: "Yes. He has been there on occasion, while I was visiting their library."
Harthina: "How long ago?" she repeats.
Dror: (soph, how long ago did I see them?)
Dror: "Around three years ago."
Harthina: "Ah, then he must have visited before he disappeared. Thank you."
Dror: "You're welcome, miss...?"
Harthina: "Mrs. Ironwood."
Semkhet 's eyes light up.
Semkhet: "Ironwood?"
Harthina: "Yes, that's right."
Semkhet: "Now THAT is a familiar name."
Semkhet: "Though I can't quite place it ..."
Harthina: "Ah, it's a prominent merchant family in Amn."
Semkhet: "Had your husband ever passed through Mulhorand by any chance ...?"
Harthina: "Very possibly. He did like to travel with the trade caravans."
Semkhet: "Ah."
Harthina: "But he's been dead for some time now. My son does most of the trading these days."
Semkhet , suddenly remembering something, falls silent.
Narrator eats
Dror: "Haven't the Ironwoods lost much of their wealth, in recent years?"
Harthina: "We're doing quite well, thank you," she replies coolly.
Dror: "Well, it seems odd that you would be travelling to this country on your own, if that were the case."
Semkhet smirks to herself, staring out the window, taking in as much non-putrid air as possible without looking rude.
Harthina: "I hired some guards, but unfortunately we got separated in a goblin attack not unlike this one."
Dror: "Where was that attack?"
Harthina: "Not too far back. You know how I joined at that small caravan stop? Well, that's why."
Harthina: "I have no idea where they went. We were on another trail. I wandered around in the wilderness for a bit before I found that place."
Semkhet: "I thought you smelled a bit of goblins."
Harthina: "I've bathed since then."
Semkhet blushes.
Semkhet: "O-oh."
Semkhet: "Must've been my imagination then."
Semkhet looks back out the window.
Harthina pretends to miss the implication. "Of course, dear."
Dror: "So, why do you think they came all the way out here?"
Harthina: "They waylay caravans sometimes. They must be having a hard year up in their mountains." She waves a hand dismissively.
Dror: "I meant your grandchildren, Miss Ironwood."
Harthina: "Oh. They eloped." Anticipating a strange look, she said, "They're second cousins. The boy is actually my great nephew."
Dror frowns for a moment
Narrator: the copypastes don't have formatting
Narrator: it submits as one long continuous line
Harthina:
Narrator, #d&d-ooc
Dror: "Why would they elope to such a backwoods country as this?"
Semkhet: "Untamed wilderness certainly has a passion and allure about it."
Harthina: "Because Aston stole something from the Shadow Thieves, and presumably they don't want to be found." She shakes her head at such youthful follies. "The Dragon Coast is a good place to get lost."
Harthina: "I assume they're heading for Westgate."
Harthina: "Or passed through already."
Harthina: "I'll know more once I find their trail."
Dror: "If you don't want to be found, you don't go to the city unless it is absolutely necessary"
Harthina: "Clearly you've never been to the Dragon Coast."
Dror: "Why do you say that?"
Harthina sighs. "Never mind. What's your story?"
Dror: "I've offended some people in high places, and needed to disappear for a while"
Dror looks away, clearly uncomfortable
Semkhet considers that the offense was scent-related.
Harthina: "So aren't you heading away for the same reasons, then? Why are you coming here if not to disappear?"
Dror: "I was coming here because the only transport I could find on short notice went by. I've never really had any survival training."
Harthina: "If you're from Candlekeep, you've certainly come far enough. There's no real authority or law on the Dragon Coast, so doing any sort of thorough searching is...difficult."
Dror: "True enough, I suppose. I would still prefer to be elsewhere, however."
Harthina: "Like where?"
Dror: "Further from Baldur's Gate"
Harthina: "You're from Baldur's Gate, eh? I have some family up there, and some business partners."
Dror: "I know"
Harthina: "Do you now?"
Dror: "One of them is, or was, the Goodwell family."
Harthina raises an eyebrow. "And you are?"
Dror: "You wouldn't recognize me. My family wasn't exactly proud of my strength, or lack therof."
Dror falls silent
Harthina: "Do tell."
Harthina: "Well, if it's a sensitive subject, never mind."
Dror nods in gratitude.
Dror is now known as
Dror
Harthina: "But if we're to be traveling together, I'd like to know your name."
Dror mumbles "My name is
Dror."
Harthina: "Ah,
Dror. Well, it's a pleasure to meet you."
Dror: "Likewise"
Harthina: "And yourself, young miss?" She looks at
Semkhet.
Dror extends his hand
Harthina shakes it.
Dror drops it again
Semkhet: "I am of the House Nefer." She says, smiling, yet not looking terribly interested.
Semkhet listens to the steady hoofbeats pounding the earth.
Dror checks his bag of spell components
Harthina: "Ah, Nefer. I seem to recall that name. I do believe you might be trading partners of ours."
Semkhet: "Well, not I. But my father is a prestigious land owner, last I heard."
Dror: "Not you?"
Harthina: "Last you heard? Have you been abroad so long?"
Harthina: "Dear, she's a cleric."
Semkhet: "Oh, my family's affairs have not been mine for many years."
Dror: "I realize that. But her words implied separation from her family"
Semkhet: "I have lost track of them."
Dror falls silent, clearly frustrated
Harthina: "I'm sorry to hear that, dear."
Harthina seems to decide that pressing the issue isn't tactful and casts about for a subject change.
Semkhet 's words sound somewhat bitter but her facial expression has not moved from its warm smile.
Harthina eyes the orc sleeping in the corner. "He certainly seems worn out, although I imagine I would be too after slaying so many goblins."
Semkhet: "I have not seen an orc. They are ... Fragrant."
Harthina: "That's an excellent word for it, yes."
Dror pulls out his crossbow and begins to work on it
Narrator: As
Dror diddles his device the sky slowly darkens into night with its full array of stars
Narrator: and in the distance
Semkhet notices the lights of Westgate. Hearths warm with the fires of opportunity and all the dangers such freedom entails unfolds as wide as the sky itself as they descend from the hilltop to the city below.
