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Post by Cendar on Jan 21, 2015 15:38:04 GMT
Location: Ashabenford, Mistledale, Dalelands Date & Time: Alturiak 3, 1372 DR. 7:00 a.m. Participants: Non-evil applicants to The Night HuntLevel: Designed for ECL 5 Maximum Characters: 10 to start, 5 after the thread split. Your night in the White Hart Inn has been full of dreams, none of the good sort. Between ravaging orcs, the failure of magic, and the conquest of evil gods over Toril, you passed a restless night in the Inn. Come to think of it, your past few nights - since Midwinter - have been full of such dreams. You wake to the sounding of an alarm bell in the town. Looking out your window, you see the streets across the ford in turmoil. The militia is running to their muster points, some of them just pulling on their britches and carrying their spears, while civilians are running this way and that and generally just getting in the way. Towards the Temple of Tyr, you see several people lying on the ground, unmoving. The distance is too far, but that faint hint of red might be blood. When you reach the common room, you find the rest of those you met last night bustling down the stairs as well, arms and armor and gear already ready in hand, prepared to face whatever has caused the bells. Please make all rolls in spoiler tags in the thread.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 21, 2015 15:57:02 GMT
Sarina awoke to the enjoyable sensation of falling, followed by the even more 'enjoyable' thump as she plopped face first onto the floor of the bedchamber. The sounds of commotion were obvious, and for several moments she was uncertain if she was still asleep, since her own dozeings hadn't exactly been the most pleasant. But the ache in her cheek from the hardwood flooring told her it was no dream. Which meant the alarm bells and sounds of panic were very real. "Oh dear" was about all she managed to squeak out, before rushing to gather up her supplies and get downstairs. She only paused a moment to chant out the words needed to cast one of the stored incatations she'd prepared from the previous day. From the sounds of things, there was enough trouble afoot that she'd need her wards before the too long.
Selecting the following rituals as being stored.
Magic missile, Mage Armor, Summon Monster I, Silent Image & Grease. Casting Mage armor on myself and sharing the effects with my familiar.
Lore Check: Do I know anything about these reoccurring nightmares?
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Post by Cendar on Jan 21, 2015 16:02:45 GMT
Sarina: You have heard of such things occurring at times of great import in the cosmology of Toril, though what these particular dreams tell you could not say.
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Post by Sneachtan Rugadh on Jan 21, 2015 16:14:26 GMT
Sneachtan wakes up from all the commotion and looks outside of his window. "What in the nine...." He rubs the sleep from his eyes as he starts putting on his armor and coats. Chillwing must have heard the ruckus too as the bird asked, "What's going on?""I need you to fly over to the temple of Tyr." Sneachtan ordered. He didn't have time to mess around. "Come back here as soon as possible and tell me what's going on I'll be downstairs. If I'm not there, wait for my whistle. Don't get yourself killed. Now go!" "On it!" The bird said as he took off out the window. Sneachtan put on his armor and coats on as fast as he dared, grabbed his gear. And then headed into the hall outside of his room, heading for the main room downstairs.
How do you want to handle my familiar? Should I have it make a spot check once it gets close enough to the temple? If it's speed is relevent, it has a fly speed of 40ft with average manueverability. Furthermore, would any knowledge checks help me figure out what's going on, either with the dreams, the attacks, or anything really.
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Post by Cendar on Jan 21, 2015 16:23:07 GMT
Sneachtan: I don't think it will be necessary. I'll handle the raven's report when it returns. You can roll as many knowledge checks as you will like - they might help. Whatever ones you think might be appropriate.
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Post by Myth'Rik on Jan 21, 2015 16:35:38 GMT
Myth'Rik wasn't the overtly sociable type. He saw the adventurers go into the inn, but didn't join in their festivities. The last time he did something like that his entire clutch was slaughtered. No fun for the vigilant. He was outside, sleeping in the stable loft as to not disturb anyone. The owner of the inn knew he was no beast, but other folks of the town gave him strange glances, though they were coming around slowly.He did his best to avoid such things, and causing undue hardship for others, especially those who did him kindness. He then woke up, from a restless sleep with visions of destruction, to the sound of what could only be more destruction. Was he doomed to have his life unrooted by evil once again? Not if he had anything to say about it. He leaves the stable and leaps to the roof of the Inn to get a better view of what was causing the commotion. He auto succeeds on his jump check to the roof. Rolling Spot to if he can see what's going on. He has darkvision if that helps. 6umHJY7X1d20+8
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Post by Sneachtan Rugadh on Jan 21, 2015 16:38:21 GMT
Dice rolls ahoy:
Knowledge(Arcana) Regarding the dreams LHBgJ2HV1d20+11
Knowledge (Religion) Regarding the dreams. 1d20+5
Knowledge (The Planes) Regarding the dreams. 1d20+4
Knowledge (History) Regarding the dreams. 1d20+4
Just to be safe, Knowledge (Nature) Regarding the dreams. 1d20+4 1d20+11·1d20+5·1d20+4·1d20+4·1d20+4
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Post by Cendar on Jan 21, 2015 16:41:32 GMT
Sneachtan: You know that dreams of this sort are magical in nature, though you cannot divine their significance simply from that. They do not seem to match up with your knowledge of arcane dreams, that is certain. You are aware that such dreams have been reported in the past, though what occasioned them you cannot say. You do remember that such dreams can accompany a shifting in the planes, but again, this does not seem to fit these particular dreams. Myth'Rik: You see what has been described. It seems a mess over there, people running in every direction. There are at least five or six unmoving on the ground, apparently dead.
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Post by Argudas De Soleni on Jan 21, 2015 16:41:40 GMT
Argudas jolted to full awareness. It had been 'resting' at one of the bar tables, an imitation of sleep while still fully aware. Without warning, screaming and panic seized the streets, peasants and militia alike running around in absolute panic. The Warforged loaded his crossbow and looked out the window. Spellcraft Check for unusual magics 3L8N7o5x1d20+13
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Knowledge Relidion for the dream 1d20+6
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Post by Cendar on Jan 21, 2015 16:44:39 GMT
Argudas: You can see no unusual magics in the area. You know that such dreams as have been plaguing you are magical in nature, and these stink of divine magic. Evil divine magic, for that matter. What the exact cause is you cannot say, though.
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Post by Argudas De Soleni on Jan 21, 2015 16:45:52 GMT
Argudas shook its head, reminding itself that it had very little knowledge of religion. The planes were more of its expertise.
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Post by Blossom on Jan 21, 2015 17:26:15 GMT
Blossom's dreams that night were plagued by some kind of awful nightmares. She didn't understand one bit of it. Same as the last few nights. And just as she thought she might make some sense of it, she was abruptly woken up. This time, this morning, it was to the shouts of screaming and militia bells ringing. And of panic in the streets below her. She was not in an inn room. Rather, on the thatched roof of a nearby barn. She told her new friends that she would be fine. She could find a place to rest on her own and would see them in the morning.
The pixie sat up from her bed of straws, the blanket of snow that fell upon her falling aside as she brushed it off, looking about the town, disoriented and trying to get her bearings. Seemed all the commotion was coming from a large building. And there were people lying on the ground. They looked hurt! Blossom made sure she was invisible once again before setting off toward the chaotic scene to try and help.
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Post by Myth'Rik on Jan 21, 2015 17:31:52 GMT
After Myth'Rik sees the dead on the ground, he leaps back down from the the roof, draws his weapons, and heads towards the bodies at a cautious pace. He keeps an eye and an ear out for anything that might do him harm. Spot and Listen in case they are needed. edkg615u1d20+11 1d20+11 I forgot my Wis mod last time xd.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 21, 2015 17:48:27 GMT
Sarina, after steadying herself, departed from the tavern, not pausing to think that it would likely be better to wait for the rest of the men to assemble and travel with the group. She also had little idea what she'd do once she reached the town, only that she knew people were in trouble and she had an opportunity to help.
Then she saw a giant bug-man, with strange weapons in his (Hers? its?) hands. So she started screaming instead.
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Post by Cendar on Jan 21, 2015 17:51:26 GMT
A quick check of the people on the ground confirms for Blossom that they are most certainly dead. Blood is splattered everywhere - these people had been ripped open at the belly and throat and left to rot in the streets.
Myth'rik hears some of the conversation around the bodies as he arrives. He can see that several of them are just in their teens, if not younger - pages and apprentice adepts dressed in the livery of the Temple of Tyr. Two are militia members. The conversation ranges from panicked to a frantic discussion of how "such creatures" could get into the town to cause such havoc in the first place, and where they might be going.
Back at the inn, Holfast greets those who come to the common room. He appears awake, despite the late night, and he is armed with a crossbow and a cudgel. "Does anyone know what happened?" he asks, hard as ice.
Sneachtan's raven darts back into the inn at that moment. "Lots of dead around," it says. "Some young. Two of them were militia guards, the rest appear to have been pages and apprentices at Tyr's temple."
Sarina's screams drew eyes, and others started panicking and screaming as well. More people started running, and a few militia members stepped in front of Myth'rik, spears leveled. "Did you do this, bug?" one of them asks sourly.
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Post by Blossom on Jan 21, 2015 18:06:57 GMT
Blossom crouches down near the bodies, the cold, muddied streets getting her slightly more dirty. Though at least she didn't get any of the blood on her. She grimaced, having to turn away. Yes, these people were beyond hope of saving. Most certainly already dead. The pixie struggled to breathe, closing her eyes and concentrating, such that her stomach wouldn't turn inside out and add to the mess on the streets. The nearby conversation drew her attention. If anything, it was a reprieve from the gruesome sight. She became visible so she could properly address those talking about the killings, and she frantically asked, "What did this?? Did you see it!?"I think you specifically only told Myth'Rik he heard the conversation because he made a listen check. Shall I as well?
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Post by Sneachtan Rugadh on Jan 21, 2015 18:14:57 GMT
Sneachtan gives three hard knocks on the doors of two of the rooms as he saw the adventurers Bran and... I don't think I asked for his name. The kobald. "Wake up!" He said to both of them through the door, hopefully loud enough for them to hear. He rushed downstairs before either of them could respond, and just in time to hear the end of his familiar's report. "....rest appear to have been pages and apprentices at Tyr's temple." "How were they killed?" "They were torn open at the gut and throat. It was gruesome. I didn't see what caused it." The bird said as it flew onto Sneachan's shoulder. Seachtan headed for the front door to head to the temple when he quickly checked behind him to see if either of the adventures he'd tried to wake up had bothered to follow him.
This is basically means I'm waiting for Bran and Gix to get involved into the campaign. It's more fun to play in a larger group. Since the Kobold already flew out the window, just waiting for Bran to come downstairs.
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Post by Sjach Gix on Jan 21, 2015 18:23:40 GMT
For the past few years, the kobold always seemed to sleep lightly, thanks in part to less than appealing dreams thanks to the triumphant 'event' that occurred in his not too distant past, the constant threat of being found and shoved off by humanoids who stumbled across his sleeping in the wilderness (or worse), and the constant sensation that he was... unfamiliar, not sleeping with the sound of his tribe echoing through the tunnels around him. Thus, the reptile likely awoke rather quickly to the sounds of panic outside, and with a quick stretch of his arms underneath his pillow (an odd invention, one he found he actually liked from the surface landers), he plucked his pair of dragon tooth daggers from where he had stashed them for easy access. Yet, after spotting that the source of the noise was not outside his very door, the kobold moved his attention to his open window and glanced out to the panic outside... Not a situation he should get himself into openly, he thought, unless any of the townsfolk decide to start hurling baseless accusations at the winged 'demon'. Still, this WAS likely related to something he was here to get rewarded for fixing, so lurking around in the tavern room all night wouldn't garner any progress in that regard, and only draw his enmity from the people after they calmed for why he had hid away all night where he could not be seen. Still, approaching the situation carefully was likely called for... Even if his attitude would likely ruin it quick with how these guardsmen were bumbling about. So the kobold quickly gathered his stuff, drawing the bag against his lower back as he sheathed his familiar weapons to their sheath, and jumped from the window sill to take flight, circling around to the center of the panic where the dead lay, and came to lurk over the roof of a building as he looked down... Just in time to see a pair of nearby guards start throwing accusations towards the mantis he had spotted outside the inn's building earlier in the evening. “Yes, because only the most cunning, vile of monsters would think to return to the place of his crime, completely untouched by the no doubt spraying of blood that would come from those bodies being ripped open, fresh from the panic and hunt for the one responsible... All to avoid attention,” the kobold couldn't help but make his presence known to the mantis and guards, as his hissing, reptilean voice spoke from the small, shadowy visage against the night sky. “Truly, you are a guard of stellar intellect and a paragon of detectives everywhere. Now, how about you stop harassing one of the local freaks and get to work doing your job, scaleless one.”Was that too sarcastic? The kobold had a rather poor time dealing with those he perceived to be idiots, especially those brandishing sharp pointy things they may not have the Intelligence to handle, but perhaps he was being too harsh over the panicked humans. Not like those comfortable sods had to deal with the threat of monthly attacks by monster or 'civilized' scouting party into their home. For kicks and giggles, how stealthy Gix is as he flies through the night. EPoxehd_1-20 +27.
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Post by Argudas De Soleni on Jan 21, 2015 18:45:59 GMT
Guards: Insignificant Mantis Involvement: Unlikely Conclusion: Intervention
Argudas made a sound which sounded like two pieces of metal scraping against one another as the Warforged walked out the door of the inn towards the potentially deteriorating situation. He still didn't get the 'laughing' sound the fleshlings made. "Once you're done harassing outsiders, guardsmen, I believe the real danger is still out there."
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Post by Cendar on Jan 21, 2015 19:01:50 GMT
The guards frowned at the kobold and the strange metal man, several of them scratching their heads at the kobold's words. Thankfully, an officer rescued them from having to think too much and ordered them to keep civilians back from the bodies. The officer, a short female human with long brown hair, frowned at the newcomers. "I take it you are some of those who came to help with our...problem? Well, here you go. These bodies look like the animals we've found. Same type of killing. Any ideas?"
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