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Hail Smon, and well met!
Smon: Hi guys
Smon Has entered the room
chris107:
chris107: Evening
scalydemon: hi smon is it OK if i lurk for a bit?
Smon: sure
Smon: Players, read over session 3 aftermath comments - http://smonsyggsburgh.blogspot.com/2011/12/session-3-log.html
Mablir Dorlig Has entered the room
Smon: Hi Mablir
chris107: Hi Mab
Smon: Did you get a chance to read the session 3 log?
Smon: http://smonsyggsburgh.blogspot.com/2011/12/session-3-log.html
Mablir Dorlig: Hi all, sorry I couldn't make Tuesday RL intervened
chris107: Yup, and left comment
chris107:
Mablir Dorlig: Not yet Simon - about to take look
Smon: ok
Smon: I'm ready to start whenever you guys are
chris107: I got a feeling some one's going to try and 'spring' Lord Ollie..
chris107: .....
Smon: Seems quiet - who is here?
chris107: Opa
Goonergeezer: sorry just clearing up aFTER DINNER#
Goonergeezer: be a couple of mins
chris107: Opa @ GM - Do we know when the caravan is due to leave?
Smon: Tomorrow morning
Kjato Ragfoot: We could work as guards for the caravan, in that case we will get to know everything.
Smon: Hi Kjato. Shall we start with you taking the silverware to Rufus?
Kjato Ragfoot: We can do this.
Kjato Ragfoot: Hello Smon
corum: fed now - we startin?
chris107: Opa @ Duv - Should some of us stay here to make sure the execution takes place?
Kjato Ragfoot: Duv @ Opa: I do not truly care, as long as we get paid.
Smon: GM: It's currently about 3pm, 3 hours to dusk.
chris107: Opa @ Duv - Do we want live vengful enemies?
Kjato Ragfoot: Duv @ Opa We beat him once, we can always beat him again.
Smon: You can drop off the silver & be back well before the scheduled execution.
chris107: Opa@ all = Perfect
Smon: GM: Down Citadel Avenue and you exit the city via the Moat Gate, crossing the Moatbridge over the Yggsburgh canal takes you into the Outs, the suburb and docks beyond the city walls.
corum: Flynn "are we all going?"
chris107: Opa - Mounted?
Goonergeezer: right im here, hi all
corum: Flynn @ Corak how was the church?
Smon: This time of day some farmers are also leaving the city. Down East Road you pass a ship-building yard on the canal, the hawk crest of Sir Ulrich Hawkes emblazoned above the gate. yard with the
chris107: OOC - I think a few of us are still wounded
Smon: Corak has 3 more clws available if you want, Mablir.
Mablir Dorlig: Corak @ all "Is anyone still injured" hope I've had enough rest to recover my spells?
chris107: Opa @ Corak - 'Oh yes please!'
Smon: 500 yards or so down East Road, the sprawling complex of the Outs Inn is on the right, practically a small town in itself.
corum: Flynn "im a little bruised (4hp) but I have some to spare, treat the others first"
Mablir Dorlig: Corak @ DM who is still wounded and how badly?
Smon: Current hp tallies are listed: http://smonsyggsburgh.blogspot.com/2011/12/pc-roster.html
chris107: Opa @ Corak 6/10HP
Smon: 5 of you are wounded.
chris107: No Don tonight - unusual
Eliana Has entered the room
Mablir Dorlig: Corak @ DM looks like Opa, Flynn & Morganna currently have most hp lost so 1 CLW on each
Eliana: Game in progress?
Mablir Dorlig Rolls 1d8x3 and gets:
1 = 1
5 = 5
8 = 8
chris107: Hi Eliana
corum: Nah Corak - Ive got more to give away
corum: what are you on?
Eliana: Hello! So Game on!
Kjato Ragfoot: Hi Eliana, yes, we play Smons games.
Eliana: Bye Bye Have Fun!!!
Smon: GM: Approaching the main gate of the Outs Inn you enter a cobbled courtyard with surrounding buildings; stables, coach barn, kitchen garden, the main parts of the inn to the left, around a large garden area with nymph fountain.
Gentlegamer Has entered the room
chris107: Opa @ Corak - Was that 1 for me?
Mablir Dorlig: Blame it on my chaotic nature - having seen affect of 1st CLW will not use one on Fly but the second on Opa and third on Morganna
Smon: A 16 year old stable boy approaches. "Take yer horses, sirs & ladies?"
chris107: Thanks
corum: Flynn "good job Corak"
Gentlegamer: Are you guys in a game?
Smon: y
Kjato Ragfoot: Duvader: Gladly. We would like to speak with Rufus, the coach.
Smon: The youth nods, and whistles. A smaller boy comes running up to help with the horses.
Smon: The older boy: "Rufus? You'll find him in the servants' cellar - take the covered passage to the main hall, then the west stairs down."
Smon: He points to a colonnaded passage that leads into the complex.
chris107: Opa @ GM - Keeping an eye out for 'shady' looking types lurking about.
corum: Flynn casts an eye over the inn trying to work out hat kind of establishment it is.
Kjato Ragfoot: Duvader: Thanks. He will give both boys a copper coin.
Smon: The boy takes it. "You have six horses."
Kjato Ragfoot: Duvader: That is for you. Payment for the horses gets extra.
Mablir Dorlig: Corak laughs and give the boys a silver piece each and winks at them
Smon: The boys grin at Corak. "Thanks kindly, sir!"
Smon: The Inn seems incredibly extensive, larger than any you've seen before, and very grand.
Smon: (think 4-star hotel complex)
corum: Flynn will walk at the back of the group and keep an eye out.
Smon: Following the stable hands' directions you head down the portico on the north side of the ornamental gardens, entering the main hall.
Smon: Things are fairly quiet this time of day, but a door to the north leads into the Bar, where a group of well-dressed but dangerous looking men are drinking.
Smon: 2 sets of stairs lead up, with stairs beneath leading down.
chris107: Opa @ DM - Studies the faces of the well dressed gents in case she see's them later..
Smon: The western stair leads down to a cellar where the servants of guests, coachmen and other lower-class sorts are permitted to dine.
Smon: /roll 1d6
Smon rolls 1d6 and gets:
2,
Mablir Dorlig: Never like it when DM rolls d6 for no apparent reason
Smon: Opa looks through the door. She doesn't recognise them. Two of them glance in her direction and sneer. "Look what the cat dragged in!"
chris107:
chris107: Opa @ Gents - Sticks her tongue out.
Smon: 4 young bravos of average looks but with an overbearing and aggressive air, swords at their belts.
Smon: They look nonplussed a moment.
Smon: /roll 1d100+5
Smon rolls 1d100+5 and gets:
68, (+5) = 73
Smon: "Ey, what's that bint doing?!" "Tonguing us!"
Smon: "Is that an insult or an invitation?!"
Smon: They laugh at their own wit.
chris107: Opa @ Gents - Gives them the finger...
Smon: A very large, calm-looking fellow tends bar.
chris107: And walks on
Smon: "The finger? Now, that *is* an insult!"
Smon: As Opa walks away from the doorway she hears the scrape of chairs as the bravos stand.
chris107: Opa prepares to draw a weapon if it looks like she'll need to but will otherwise not provoke the situation
Smon: As you turn towards the doors down to the cellar where Rufus is said to be, the four bravos dash out, then draw up short as they see the seven of you (inc Aole).
Smon: They glare at Opa, hands on sword-hilts.
Goonergeezer: garrick: evening lads
Smon: "You seek a fight, Elf?" says one.
chris107: Opa - Oh what little weapons you have!
chris107: I only fight men...
chris107: Real men...
Smon: One steps forward. "I'll fight you, bitch!" He draws his sword.
corum: Flynn "hmmmmmph, sport, at last" draws crossbow
Kjato Ragfoot: Duvader @ Opa Typically. We are here for business, and you only want to have fun.
Datagoblin Has entered the room
chris107: Opa laughs in his face and draws two weapons...
Smon: The other three see Flynn drawing x-bow and draw their own swords.
Kjato Ragfoot: Duvader ignores the rabble and continues toward Rufus.
corum: Flynn will aim a shot at the biggest one first
chris107: Short sword and her newly christned magical dagger 'Fang'
Goonergeezer: Garrick: Please escuse mt elfin friend, like so many women all she really needs is a good man, sheath your weapons lads we dont need to do this
Smon: "Outside, in the garden!" says the first to draw.
kaskoid Has entered the room
Smon: Duvader heads down the stairs, quickly followed by Aole.
Goonergeezer: garrick and me#
Smon: /roll 1d100
Smon rolls 1d100 and gets:
33,
chris107: Opa @ Flash fellow, after you
kaskoid Has exited the room
Mablir Dorlig: Corak @ all "lets get our business done and then if our friend and yours can entertain themselves"
corum: Flynn wil shoot flash git in the leg here
Goonergeezer: garrick: @ all " yes business before pleasure
Smon: OK, Flynn you can make attack roll if you want.
chris107: Opa @ all the brave men in the party - Well thank you 'friends'
corum: Flynn "oops"
corum rolls 1d20 and gets:
9,
corum: ((damn))
chris107: Opa will finish him off with two rapid hits
Smon: Flynn's bolt goes wide as the man moves.
Smon: /roll 1d6x2
Smon Rolls 1d6x2 and gets:
3 = 3
4 = 4
Datagoblin Has exited the room
Smon: "Murderers! We are assailed!" yells one man as they lunge at your group.
Mablir Dorlig: What are his companions doing?
Smon: (they won group init)
chris107: Initiative Simon?
Smon: 2 attack Flynn, 2 Opa
chris107: I get +3
Smon: I'd rather do group init
chris107: So would I if I didnt have a 19 Dex
chris107: Should have put it ni manly strength instead
corum: Flynn "are we on our own Opa? where are our gang?"
Smon: Female elf max STR is 16
chris107: Opa @ Flynn - Hopped it mate...
Smon: ok, *sigh* you can all roll init & I'll use cyclic init so we don't do a million rolls
Smon: /roll 1d6x4
Smon Rolls 1d6x4 and gets:
6 = 6
3 = 3
6 = 6
5 = 5
Mablir Dorlig rolls 1d6 and gets:3,
chris107: No problem Simon, use group but apply modifiers maybe?
corum rolls 1d6 and gets:6,
chris107 rolls 1d6+3 and gets:4, (+3) = 7
corum: Flynn "Corak is with us!"
chris107: Opa @ Brave boys - Thanks!
Smon: ok, looks like: Opa, bravo, bravo, Flynn, bravo, Corak, bravo
chris107: Opa @ DM always sword first roll then dagger
chris107 rolls 1d20 and gets:
5,
chris107 rolls 1d20 and gets:
16,
chris107: Hits AC 3
Smon: If you attack the first one Opa, he's AC 5 chain shirt, dagger hits
scalydemon Has exited the room
chris107 rolls 1d4+1 and gets:
2, (+1) = 3
Smon: 3 dmg, he's just scratched on his arm
chris107: (Wasn't aiming for his arm)
Smon: He and a man in studded jerkin attack Opa.
Smon: /roll 1d20x2
Smon Rolls 1d20x2 and gets:
16 = 16
2 = 2
Smon: hits ac 4
chris107: A/C4
Smon: /roll 1d8+2
Smon rolls 1d8+2 and gets:
7, (+2) = 9
Smon: He stabs Opa for 9 dmg.
corum: Flynn will drop xbow and has longsword and shield out
chris107: SHIT
corum: (if thas
Smon: (wouldn't be surprised if Flynn TPKS you) >
corum: ts ok)
chris107: 1/10HP
Smon: Flynn's go
corum: (me I didnt start it!)
Smon: You shot at them!
corum rolls 1d20 and gets:
11,
Smon: Your foe parries and ripostes with shortsword
Smon: /roll 1d20
Smon rolls 1d20 and gets:11,
Smon: scrapes your armour
Smon: Corak's turn
Smon: Duvader, you enter the cellar, a half dozen men in coachman or servant garb are drinking, you see Rufus amongst them.re dr
Mablir Dorlig: (Stupidest move ever) Corak tries to force himself between Opa and the 2 attacking her and says "Gentlemen, I think honour has been satisfied I suggest we all put our swords away" Corak hasn't drawn his mace
Smon: Duvader hears the sounds of shouting and clashing blades from the hall upstairs.
Smon: /roll 1d100
Smon rolls 1d100 and gets:
18,
Kjato Ragfoot: Duvader ignores those fighting, hoping the rest of the band will get their wits together and stop needless bloodshed.
chris107: Opa @ Flash Git - I'd rather die than yield to a soft pricked bastard like you, spits
Kjato Ragfoot: He will wave Rufus and call him "Hey Rufus, we got something you lost!"
Mablir Dorlig: Don't forget -10% due to my low Chr
Smon: The two men pause. The fourth thug, unseen, has slipped round behind Flynn - at Opa's words he backstabs the Ranger
Smon: (that was a hide in shadows roll)
Smon: /roll 1d20+4
Smon rolls 1d20+4 and gets:
4, (+4) = 8
Smon: Flynn senses the blow and steps aside in time.
Smon: Downstairs, Rufus comes over to Duvader. "Hey, good gnome. You have the silver cutlery?"
Smon: R2 - upstairs you hear the bar man yelling and ringing a bell.
Smon: Opa's turn.
Kjato Ragfoot: Duvader: Yes, I hope it is still in good shape. HEre, take a look.
chris107 rolls 1d20 and gets:16,
chris107 rolls 1d20 and gets:9,
Smon: Duvader offloads the heavy sack. Rufus inspects it.
chris107 rolls 1d8+1 and gets:
2, (+1) = 3
Smon: Opa's sword pierces flesh, the bravo grunts.
chris107: oops
chris107 rolls 1d6+1 and gets:
1, (+1) = 2
Mablir Dorlig: (oh well I had hoped)
Smon: 2nd roll is correct?
chris107: yes, short sword
Smon: Opa moved round Corak and attacked her two foes. They reply in kind.
Smon: /roll 1d20x2
Smon Rolls 1d20x2 and gets:
13 = 13
6 = 6
Smon: both miss.
chris107: A/C4
corum rolls 1d20 and gets:
7,
Smon: Flynn's go.
Smon: bravo strikes at Flynn.
corum: (flynn missed)
Smon: /roll 1d20
Smon rolls 1d20 and gets:
12,
Smon: miss.
Smon: "Stay out of it, priest!" a bravo yells at Corak.
Smon: Corak's turn.
Mablir Dorlig: Corak shakes his head and walks towards the bar (hoping to get a drink)
corum: Flynn Corak round up the others!
Smon: At the bar, the bar man is still ringing the bell.
Mablir Dorlig: Corak @ barman "Any chance of a drink?"
Smon: Then he takes an iron mace out from behind the bar, glaring.
Smon: "Not just now, Father!"
Smon: A bravo lunges at Flynn.
Smon: /roll 1d20
Smon rolls 1d20 and gets:
17,
Smon: hits ac 3 w shortsword
Mablir Dorlig: Corak @ barman "I tried to stop the children playing, but..." and shrugs
Smon: /roll 1d6
Smon rolls 1d6 and gets:6,
Smon: 6 dmg to Flynn
Smon: The bar man nods to Corak, then runs out into the hall, mace raised.
Smon: "First one to strike another blow gets this up their gob!"
Smon: He waves the mace angrily. Opa, your turn.
chris107: Opa @ Flash git - Are you man enough?
Mablir Dorlig: Corak takes a seat and prays that the Town Watch arrives before anyone is killed or maimed
Smon: Flash Git: "I'll finish you outside, bitch!"
chris107: Or are you beaten?
chris107 rolls 1d20 and gets:9,
chris107 rolls 1d20 and gets:
6,
chris107: Bloody dice!
Mablir Dorlig: brb
Smon: The man who tried to backstab Flynn whines to the barman: "This man started it! He shot a crossbow at Rod!"
Smon: Opa misses. The barman carries forth his threat and swings the mace at Opa's skull.
Smon: /roll 1d20
corum: Flynn "did not, I told you it was an accident"
Smon rolls 1d20 and gets:12,
Smon: hits AC 6
chris107: A/C4
Smon: The 2 men attacking Opa take this as permission to pile in on her.
Smon: /roll 1d20x2
Smon Rolls 1d20x2 and gets:
17 = 17
1 = 1
chris107: Opa fights back if she can
Smon: Flash Git's blade runs Opa through...
chris107: Maybe not
Smon: /roll 1d8+2
Smon rolls 1d8+2 and gets:
1, (+2) = 3
chris107: -2/10HP
Smon: Not puncturing any major organs, but she goes down.
Smon: Flynn's turn.
corum rolls 1d20 and gets:
10,
Smon: miss
Smon: His foe responds
Smon: /roll 1d20
Smon rolls 1d20 and gets:6,
Smon: miss
corum: (so much for 7 against 4 eh!)
chris107: Hey Flynn - we tried
Smon: Corak, you're in the bar. You notice a couple elderly men in the corner looking very concerned!
chris107: That's team work
corum: (should never talk that way to a lady!)
Smon: The 4th bravo attacks Flynn.
Smon: /roll 1d20
Smon rolls 1d20 and gets:
20,
corum: (he)
Smon: /roll 1d6
Smon rolls 1d6 and gets:5,
Smon: 5 dmg to Flynn.
chris107: Ouch
corum: 3/18 hp
Smon: The barman steps forward, mace raised at Flynn. "You! Yield or I'll bash in your head!"
Mablir Dorlig: Corak approaches the elderly couple and says "I will do what I can for the wounded once the playing is finished"
corum: Flynn "make them yield"
Smon: They nod at Corak.
Smon: Flash Git: "We are merely defending ourselves against these murderers!"
Portillo Has entered the room
Smon: The four bravos step back, weapons ready (I'll roll init again if fight continues)
Portillo: Ah sorry I must of entered in on a game, I'll leave
Mablir Dorlig: Once the noise of weapons finishes Corak will go back and bind any wounds
Smon: Barman, to Flynn: "We don't hold with fighting in the Outs Inn! Take your woman and get out, or I'll call the Watch and have you both clapped in irons."
Smon: Corak returns to the main hall, he sees several guests on the balcony above, watching events below.
corum: Flynn will sheath his sword and attempt to pick up Opa
Portillo Has exited the room
Smon: Opa is very light, Flynn can easily pick her up.
corum: Flynn "strike me down if you must but the lady needs help"
Smon: Downstairs, Rufus is counting out the silverware.
Mablir Dorlig: Corak will tend to Opa first (at least get her out of immediate danger)
chris107: 30 pieces?
Smon: The bar man waves his mace under Flynn's nose. Several more Inn staff come running up, armed with assorted weapons.
corum: Flynn "Corak come and help Opa"
Smon: @chris ?
chris107: The silver counted out
corum: Flynn @ Opa "forgive me Opa, my foolishness has near killed you!"
chris107: Opa - weakly @ Flynn - nay dear friend. You were loyal...
Smon: Two fair-haired young barmen move to stand beside the big guy with the iron mace.
Smon: GM: Is Flynn leaving?
corum: Flynn will carry Opa towards their horses
Smon: GM: The two fair-haired men, they look like brothers, accompany Flynn with Opa to the stables, looking nervous.
corum: Flynn will move away from the battle yes
Smon: The barman turns to the bravos: "Sorry about that, gents. I'll get you four free beer."
Mablir Dorlig: Corak @ bravos "Has your honour been met?"
corum: Flynn "CORAK, CORAK, we need a priest here!"
chris107: Their honour!!!!!!
Smon: The bravos look uncertain. The one who tried to backstab Flynn nudges 'Flash Git' the leader: "Ere, Rod. We should follow those two, and..." he makes a throat-slitting motion.
Smon: The blond barmen put hands on Flynn's back. "Come on, sir. Best you depart now."
corum: Flynn " I cannot leave her"
corum: Flynn "she will not survive the journey"
Smon: (You're carrying Opa, Flynn). Rod/Flash Git, the man Opa stabbed twice, turns to Corak: "Ere, priest, I'm bleedin'. Can you heal me?"
Smon: Blond barman to Flynn: "Take her to a Temple, sir."
corum: Flynn "where is the nearest temple?"
Mablir Dorlig: Corak replies "alas not today I have used my full allocation of spells, I can bind your wounds and ask you to call on me on the morrow when I will heal you"
Smon: @Duvader: In the cellar, Rufus finishes counting the silverware. "Looks like all of it, thanks. You had me worried I'd not see it again!" He grins. "Did you get those ladies their dresses back?"
Kjato Ragfoot: Duvader @ Rufus We did!
Smon: Barman to Flynn: "Outland Temple is just north of the Moat Gate as you enter town. It's dedicated to St Farlonn the Traveller."
Kjato Ragfoot: And we also got the brigands delivered to the city guard.
corum: Flynn "how long will ot take to get there on horesback
Smon: @Duvader - Rufus nods. "Good. I'd hate to think of that pretty young 'un having to go naked to the ball! Or her aunt fer that matter..." he shudders at the thought. "Ave a beer, gnome? Yer girlfriend, too." Aole blushes.
corum: (horesback not whoresback)
chris107:
Smon: "A few minutes, sir." The stablehands bring out Flynn & Opa's horses.
Kjato Ragfoot: Duvader: Ah, she is a little tall to be my girlfriend. She is just an adventuring-apprentice.
Kjato Ragfoot: Her name is Aole.
Smon: Rufus nods. "Ah, right." Aole: "That is correct. I have no betrothed."
corum: Flynn will take Opa on his horse
Kjato Ragfoot: And I would like a beer, what about you Aole?
Smon: Aole nods.
corum: He gives the stable hand a silver piece
corum: "tell none where we go!"
Smon: Upstairs, the wounded bravo nods to Corak. "OK father, bind my wounnds, you''ll find me here tomorrow, most likely."
Smon: The stablehand nods to Flynn, as do the others around him.
Smon: They help him get Opa up on her horse, Opa is starting to come round.
corum: Flynn gives them all a silver piece
Mablir Dorlig: Corak will bind the wounds and then @ barman "Mayhap I'll have that drink tomorrow, I think I n eed to check on the others next"
corum: and then rides as hard as he can
corum: (given his own state of health)
chris107: (Opa will pass them a gold each to recover her weapons if she's able)
Smon: An elderly waiter brings Duvader and Aole frothy mugs of pale ale, very good stuff -must be what the gentle-folk drink.
Mablir Dorlig: Corak picks up Opa's weapons then heads to the stables
Smon: A blond barman takes Opa's coin. "Very good."
Goonergeezer: i'll order myself a pint while he is there
Kjato Ragfoot: Oh, wow, this beer is extraordinary!
Smon: Garrick has been quiet - Rufus waves him over. "Ho there, sir! Pint for my warrior friend, too!"
chris107: (Phew Corum, looks like that's me done for the evening, thanks for your help) (Guys, good luck see you next Tuesday)
Smon: Rufus pays for Garrick's pint.
corum: ((grab my xbow C!)
Mablir Dorlig: And the Xbow
Smon: The bravos see Corak collecting weapons, and frown. "Hey, those are ours! Right of conquest!"
Smon: Meanwhile Opa & Flynn are escorted out the north gate onto the road.
Goonergeezer: garrick: i like to be quiet and observe others, it keeps me alive
Smon: Rufus nods, he calls over two other coachmen. "So, your group defeated the brigands, eh? Tell us the tale!"
Mablir Dorlig: Corak @ bravo's "I think the healing I do on the morrow will be sufficient Llwdd"
Smon: /roll 1d100-10
Smon rolls 1d100-10 and gets:63, (-10) = 53
Smon: "Hmm..." the bravos look uncertain, but then nod. They leave Corak and go into the main bar for their free beer.
Gentlegamer Has exited the room
Mablir Dorlig: Corak now heads for the stables - and questions the stableboys about where Opa and Flynn have gone
Smon: Flynn - heading back west, you cross the Moatbridge, passing several farm wagons heading out of town. Two halberdiers at the gate bar your way. "Halt!"
Smon: The guardsmen regard Flynn suspiciously. "What happened to you two?!"
Kjato Ragfoot: Duvader: Yes, we did. It was quite a fight, looked rather bad for us for a while, but finally we succeeded into breaking into their house from both sides and took them down.
corum: ((great with my CHA???))
chris107:
Smon: Rufus nods to Duvader.
corum: Flynn "My good lady was thrown from her horse, I need to get her to a healer"
Smon: /roll 1d100-5
Smon rolls 1d100-5 and gets:
10, (-5) = 5
corum: Flynn "Would you be able to help us, I can make it worth your while!"
Smon: The guards stiffen, lowering their halberds. "We can see the sword wounds on her, you oaf!"
corum: ((
))
Smon: The guards menace Flynn with their halberds. "Get down from your horse!" One yells: "Comrades! Over 'ere!"
corum: Flynn @ Opa "I feel the gods have deserted us!"
Smon: Opa is semi-conscious I fear.
corum: Flynn knows
corum: :-)
chris107: Opa @ Flnn - very weakly - along with our friends
corum: Flynn knows
corum: :-)
chris107: Opa @ Flnn - very weakly - along with our friends
corum: Flynn knows
corum: :-)
chris107: Opa @ Flnn - very weakly - along with our friends
corum: Flynn knows
corum: :-)
chris107: Opa @ Flnn - very weakly - along with our friends
Smon: Six more halberdiers come hurrying up through the gatehouse entrance, while six crossbowmen above train their weapons on Flynn.
Smon: Is Flynn going to dismount as ordered?
corum: Flynn dismounts
corum: Flynn will lay down all weapons
Smon: Guard: "One more chance to explain, before we clap you both in irons."
Smon: Back at the inn, Corak finds Flynn has already left. The stablehands refuse to say where.
corum: Flynn "I am to blame, do what you must with me, but please get her to a healer"
Smon: A guard helps Opa down from her horse, they check her over. "Hm...her wounds are bloody, but looks like she'll live."
Mablir Dorlig: Corak looks up to the sky and then asks "Are there any healers locally?"
Smon: A rather bored-looking guards Lieutenant comes strolling up, and the men on gate duty explain events to him. He sighs, and turns to Flynn, twirling his waxed moustache. "You, sir. Explain yourself at once."
Smon: @Corak - the stable hand frowns. "In the Outs? Old mother Hubbard, but I wouldn't go near her if I were you, sir. They say she's a witch!"
corum: Flynn "We are part of the party who has brought Lord Ollie to justice sir!"
Mablir Dorlig: Corak @ stablehand "any temples or anyone you would trust?"
chris107 Has exited the room
corum: Flynn " we bacame entangled in a pub brawl sir and some young folk beat her pretty bad"
Smon: /roll 1d100-5
Smon rolls 1d100-5 and gets:30, (-5) = 25
corum: Flynn " I am to blame sir, I have a good trigger for brigands like sir Ollie, but I could not hold my peace when they insulted a lady"
Smon: The Lieutenant regards Flynn. "Lord Ollie? Yes, they're hanging him in two hours. Good show, that. But you should not be fighting in town - even in the Outs."
corum: Flynn " I ask only that you allow me to take her to a temple"
Smon: @Flynn: "Did you kill anyone?"
Smon: @Corak: The stablehand nods. "The temples in town are fine. Nearest is St Farlonn's."
corum: No sir "Except young Opa here. unless she can find a healer soon"
Mablir Dorlig: Corak gets directions and heads there
Smon: The Lieutenant sighs. "Very good. Pay your tolls and carry on, then." He turns away. The guards are still glaring at Flynn.
Smon: Guard to Flynn: "We don't like being lied to. Let's call your toll, 5 gold."
chris107 Has entered the room
corum: Flynn pulls up his hood, pays 5 GP, collects his things and carrys Opa to the temple
Smon: GM: The guards take the money and wave Flynn on. He turns right at the gatehouse plaza and quickly sees a spired temple ahead.
Goonergeezer: brb ciggie
Goonergeezer: back
Smon: Inside the evening congregation has started, a human priest is leading prayers for a mostly dwarf, halfling & gnome congregation
corum: Flynn quietly under his breath "f@£$ckn gnomes"
Smon: Corak comes hurrying up to the gate, the guards wave him across.
corum: Flynn will carry Opa through the congregation to the alter
Smon: @Flynn: "All rise." The little folk stand, and begin singing a hymn to St Farlonn. "Were ere you walk..."
Smon: Flynn strides up the aisle, getting many startled looks.
Mablir Dorlig: Corak @ Guards "Have a Human Male and elvish female passed this way recently?"
Smon: @Corak: "Aye. Friends of yours?"
Smon: The priest steps towards Flynn, hand raised. "We're busy!" he says
Mablir Dorlig: Corak @ guard "Probably no longer, but I have somethings of theirs"
Smon: /roll 1d100-10
Smon rolls 1d100-10 and gets:
59, (-10) = 49
Smon: The guards nod. "Yeah. They headed for the Outland Temple, that way." He points north.
Mablir Dorlig: Corak @ guard "My thanks good sir"
Smon: @Duvader & Flynn: Rufus listens to your tales of brigand-fighting happily. "Aye, there's good money in hunting brigands and the like! River Pirates, Bandits, Kidnappers and all..."
corum: Flynn gives them them the "Gary Lineker @ Paul Gascoigne" 1990 look
Smon: /roll 1d100-5
Smon rolls 1d100-5 and gets:53, (-5) = 48
Smon: The priest glares at Flynn. "Come back later!" he hisses.
Kjato Ragfoot: Duvader: Oh, you have more of those brigands? Perhaps we should make brigand hunting a profession!
Smon: Rufus nods. Garrick meanwhile notices Aole staring at one of the other two coachmen, who bears a certain resemblance to Rufus. Aole: "You - you are the man who drove the coach *I* was on."
corum: Flynn "please sir, she needs your help, I can pay or offer my sword"
Smon: The priest glares at Flynn: "Impecunius meum te de standare!"
Smon: Flynn, save vs paralysation
Smon: at -2
corum rolls 1d20 and gets:4,
chris107:
corum: ((groan))
Smon: Flynn is paralysed, rooted in place. "*Hmph.* That's better." says the priest, and turns back to leading the service. Two junior clerics come and collect Flynn, and Opa, take them outside, lay them down in the dirt and shut the temple door.
corum: ((
corum: ((
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Smon: Corak comes hurrying up just in time to see the temple door shut, his companions lying there.
Mablir Dorlig: What5 are relations like between my church and this one?
corum: Flynn @ Corak "Beaurghghghghghgh"
Smon: (What Saint do you follow, Corak?) @Garrick & Duvader: The coachman Aole addressed looks nervously at her.
corum:
Mablir Dorlig: Not sure was thinking something old celtic Sant Daffydd maybe?
Smon: The coachman nods to Aole. "...Aye... You looked a mite familiar! Er.. I'm glad you woz rescued."
Kjato Ragfoot: Duvader stops talking and eyes the coachman suspiciously.
Smon: I expect Dafydd & Farlonn get along fine.
Goonergeezer: Garrick to coachman "you recognise our friend?
Smon: Aole's eyes narrow. "I was held for two weeks before these heroes rescued me. I wondered why no help came..."
Mablir Dorlig: Did Flynn & Opa get dumped out the main dorr or a back/side door?
Smon: The coachman nods to Garrick. "Er, yeah. She and her guard were the traveller on me coach, up from Dunfalcon. Ollie's gang jumped us, two weeks back. They killed him and took her, but they let me go."
corum: @ Corak - in the gutter
Smon: @Corak - Out the main doors.
Mablir Dorlig: Is there a back/side door?
Smon: @Garrick: "...I, er, I reported it to the guards when I reached Yggsburgh, of course."
Smon: @Corak: Yes, there is a side entrance.
Mablir Dorlig: Head to side entrance and knock on the door
Goonergeezer: garrick @ coachman "very lucky for you, so there will be a record of this then? your report that is?
Kjato Ragfoot: Duvader signals at Aole and Garrick to remain calm.
Kjato Ragfoot: Of course, we believe you. Most likely you have been scarred to death by the attack.
Goonergeezer: garrick @ coachman " of course there will be i am to suspicious for my own nature"
Smon: The coachman nods to Duvader. "Aye, it were terrifyin'!"
Smon: Rufus frowns to Garrick. "Myrick here is my brother. He's a good sort."
Smon: /roll 1d6
Smon rolls 1d6 and gets:4,
Kjato Ragfoot: Duvader And surely, you were hardly able to give a proper report to the guards, so they could not truly act on it, correctly?
Smon: Corak knocks - no answer.
Smon: Myrick: "Er, well, I did me best, like."
Smon: He looks very nervous.
Mablir Dorlig: Corak looks for some lights near a door
Smon: Rufus: "It's alright, Myrick. We all know the dangers of the road."
Smon: Inside the Outland Temple, the service finishes.
Goonergeezer: garrick calls out " more ale for my friends here"
Smon: The congregation start streaming out, eager to catch the dusk execution.
Kjato Ragfoot: Duvader @ Myrick: Do not worry, happens to the best of us. Battle panic, almost impossible to withstand without proper training.
Mablir Dorlig: COrak strides into the Temple and approaches the Priest and bows
Smon: In the Outs Inn cellar, the old man huffles up with more beer (that's 3x6=18cp, Garrick)
Smon: Myrick nods to Duvader. "Aye... I'm no warrior, just a coachman."
Goonergeezer: garrick ill toss him the copper and say " and one for yourself"
Smon: @ Garrick: "Very kind, sir."
Mablir Dorlig: Corak @ Priest "Holy One I beg your pardon for entering unannounced but I need to request the aid of a Cleric who can heal"
Smon: The priest nods affably to Corak. "I am the Chief Priest here, Father - the Venerable Reginald Viner, at your service. Those two are with you?"
Kjato Ragfoot: Duvader @ Myrick Now, you having survived such an encounter, any advise for travel behaviour?
Smon: Myrick @Duvader: "Well... er, maybe you should ask Rufus, he seems better able to avoid trouble than I! Heh."
Mablir Dorlig: Corak @ Priest "Thay are at the moment holy one and they are in need of restoration, I will, of course, make a donation to your church for any inconvenience"
Smon: @Corak: The junior priests inspect Flynn, who is now de-paralysing, and Opa, they nod.
Smon: Reginald: "Yes, well, the man was rather rude. But we can heal them for the normal hundred gold, each."
Kjato Ragfoot: Duvader @ Myrick Yes, but you obviously encountered more trouble. So, your warnings will be interesting.
Mablir Dorlig: Corak - not sure how much I have (was only about 18gp left when I started out)
corum: ((check my purse corak))
Smon: Myrick still looks nervous. "Heh, Eh, yeah, well, Live and let live, is my motto, Cause no trouble, trouble'll pass you by... fer instance, if that girl (Aole)'s bodyguard hadn't tried to stop Ollie takin' her jewels, he'd still be alive and Ollie wouldn't have carried her off, I reckon."
Smon: (you got 57gp each from the brigands)
chris107: Gave most of mine to Aole last session, there should be 10GP and 4SP in Opa's purse
corum: (I have 67gp)
corum: (977 to heal Opa?)
corum: (77 to heal opa?)
Smon: Flynn, you can talk again now.
Mablir Dorlig: Corak @ priest "Holy one, alas I am not greatly blessed with funds - if you can cure the female we shall pay the 100gp"
corum: its prob best if Flynn does not talk :-)
Smon: The priest nods, and waits for the 'donation'.
Mablir Dorlig: COrak will get 50 from Flynn and 50 of my own and hand it to the priest
corum: Flynn gives Corak 67 GP
Smon: Once they've received the money, the priests lay on hands...
Smon: /roll 1d8x3
Smon Rolls 1d8x3 and gets:
3 = 3
5 = 5
5 = 5
Mablir Dorlig: Corak hands Flynn back 17 gp
Smon: Opa is restored to full health.
corum: Flynn bows in thanks
chris107: Opa @ Flynn & Corak - I will not forget this my friends
corum: to the priests
chris107: Then bows at the priest
Mablir Dorlig: Corak @ priest "Thank you Father and Bless You" then bows as he leaves
Mablir Dorlig: Corak @ Opa @ Flynn "We may still have time to see the hanging if we head back quickly"
Smon: Reginald @Corak: "Any time for a fellow man of the Lord, Father."
corum: Flynn will need to fins a place to rest
chris107: Opa splits her last 10GP between her two friends and promises to pay the rest from her share of the reward money.
Smon: Outside, the son is setting - just a few minutes to the execution.
chris107: Opa @ Flynn - Sir you are wounded!
corum: @ 3hp Flynn is about to collapse
Smon: Quite a crowd is moving through the streets to the main City Market.
chris107: Opa will tear strips of her cloak and do what she can to staunch the bleeding
Mablir Dorlig: Corak will bind Flynns wounds (forgot I hadn't done it earlier)
chris107: And help support him
corum: Flynn "thankyou my friends, perhaps theere will be a place for me to sit and watch the execution?"
Smon: Opa & Corak bind Flynn's wounds. Duvader, Garrick & Aole drink and chat with the coachmen, some servants come in to the cellar for their evening meal.
Goonergeezer: Garrick seeing at evening is coming i make my goodbyes as i am off to see the hanging
Smon: Opa, Flynn & Corak reach the Market Plaza - Ollie and his men are being marched up to the gallows to a drum-beat.
Smon: Duvader, are you leaving w Garrick?
Kjato Ragfoot: Duvader will leave with Garrick, yes.
chris107: Opa keeps half an eye on the crowd
Smon: The crowd in the plaza jeers Ollie, some rotten vegetables are thrown.
corum: Flynn @ Corak "if I had strength my friend I would cut them down"
Smon: Garrick, Duvader & Aole leave the Outs Inn and hurry west.
corum: Flynn "no soul deserves this"
Zebediah, the Sorceror Has entered the room
Kjato Ragfoot: Duvader @ Garrick and Aole: I am somehow suspicious about this Myrick, perhaps we should observe him carefully. He might have connections to those brigands, but let's keep him think he is safe for now.
Smon: They see the Gate Guards preparing to shut the gate, but reach it in time - 5cp each toll.
Zebediah, the Sorceror Has exited the room
corum: zebs name is 2 lines long!
Mablir Dorlig: Corak @ Flynn "All paths lead to Death but the paths one chooses determine how one meets it"
corum: Scared of your DMing prowess!
Goonergeezer: garrick to duvader " yes there is definatley somthing up there, a few gold for a nod when there are valubles coming through or more even?"
corum: ((nice @ Kjato)) ((doffs hat))
Smon: In the plaza, a portly man in finery, the Sheriff, begins reading from a scroll. "Lord Ollie and his cohorts, hearby named as The Ox, Gray Willie, Foreigner and Sweet Umbero, having been found guilty in absentia of Highway Robbery, Kidnap, and Murder on the following counts..."
Kjato Ragfoot: Duvader @ Garrick We will figure this out. A little listening to tales about robbed coaches might work wonders...
Goonergeezer: garrick @duvader "indeed"
Smon: Aole nods to Duvader's words. "I am suspicious, though he did seem afraid of the Highwaymen, as I recall..."
Smon: Sheriff: "...Are hereby sentenced to be Hung by the Neck until Dead. The prisoners may now give any last words."
corum: Flynn feels a little sick
chris107: Opa @ Flynn - Be strong good man, tis justice
corum: Flynn "life is not for these to take so easily"
Mablir Dorlig: Corak @ Flynn "And how many lives do Bandits & Highwaymen take - regard them as vermin and better dead"
Smon: Ollie and his cohorts survey the assembled crowd. Ollie: "Lords,Ladies and Gentlemen. I would just like to say: Fuck You All. And good night."
Smon: Ollie's men cheer, rather wanly. The crowd clap and cheer too.
chris107: Opa doubles her watch on the crowd for rescuers
Smon: Duvader, Garrick and Aole reach the crowded plaza, Garrick is tall enough to just make out the prisoners.
Smon: The Sheriff, standing on a block, nods to the 5 masked executioners, who slip ropes around the necks of the 5 men, drawing them tight.
Kjato Ragfoot: Duvader will remain outside the mass of people, he is a little afraid of getting accidently stomped to death.
Goonergeezer: garrick i will ask aole is she wants a lift up to see
corum: Flynn @ Corack "sport for men (and women) is good, but death is the game of higher powers"
Smon: Aole to Garrick: "I think I will see them in a moment, when they are raised high..."
Mablir Dorlig: Corak @ Flynn "Think of them as rats that have been caught and are now to be killed"
chris107: Opa fingers her bow string and watches the masked executioners carfu;y
Smon: The 5 outlaws are readied. The Sheriff brings his hand down and the executioners begin hauling on the 5 ropes, dragging them choking into the air.
Smon: Opa is watching the crowd. Here and there she sees groups of men watching the hanging who are not sharing in the general celebration.
chris107: Opa brings this to the attention of Corak and Flynn
Smon: But nobody seems inclined to rescue Ollie and co as they rise above the crowd, faces turning purple, bowels voiding.
Smon: They hang, jerking and twitching. The crowd watches intently. It's several minutes before they stop moving.
Smon: /roll 1d6
Smon rolls 1d6 and gets:2,
Mablir Dorlig: Corak @ Opa "Maybe some people stand to lose from their deaths?"
Smon: Opa spots the four bravos she fought earlier, they are now with 4 more men; these 8 seem to be watching quite sombrely.
corum: Flynn "Damn these wounds, tis a black day, a balck dog day"
corum: (black)
chris107: Opa @ Corak - They may be worth watching
Smon: Of course Flynn is sombre too!
corum:
Smon: Once satisfied that the 5 are dead, the crowd begins to disperse. The Deputy Sheriff you spoke to at dawn approaches your group.
Smon: "Hail there, you lot." he says.
Smon: "Good show." He jerks a finger at the 5 bodies on the gallows.
corum: Flynn @ Opa "next time my love, they will pay"
corum: (thats love in a sheffield way)
corum: :-)
Smon: "Just wanted to let you know, your reward money is ready for collection. We have a few more brigand gangs, if you're in the hunting business." He grins.
Mablir Dorlig: (Burngreave)
Smon: (LOL)
Smon: (I used to live in Sheffield)
chris107: Opa @ Flynn - Too true my friend
corum: @ smon theres time letf yet son!
corum: left
Mablir Dorlig: (my brother does and I visit fairly regularly)
Smon: (did my PhD there)
Mablir Dorlig: (Gr8 city for Students)
corum: ah - I taught @ hallam for a few years
Smon:
corum: I live doncaster way now
corum: anyway back to the game!
Smon: GM: OK, what are your PCs' plans for the evening? The city gates are shut now.
Smon: >>Deputty Sheriff: Smon: "Just wanted to let you know, your reward money is ready for collection. We have a few more brigand gangs, if you're in the hunting business." He grins
Smon: You can go to the Gaol and collect your bounty if you wish - that's 400gp total.
Kjato Ragfoot: Well, then let's collect reward money!
Goonergeezer: getting back to where im staying and getting dressed up for my midnight meeting
chris107: Opa @ Flynn and Corak, My part of the reward is yours. I would only ask a few gold for living expenses.
Mablir Dorlig: Corak wants to know about other Brigand bands & Old Mother
Smon: Where are you staying? Will you look for an Inn in town?
chris107: Opa @ Flynn - And we need to get your wounds sorted.
Kjato Ragfoot: Yes, let's find an Inn first. We all need a good nights rest.
Mablir Dorlig: Corak @ Opa & Flynn "Whats gone is gone this is for the future"
corum: Flynn "all in good time, lets rest and then peraps corak can help in the morning?
corum: (peraps = sheffield)
Smon: Dividing the reward money by 6 is 66.66gp each.
chris107: (Opa gives 60 each to Corak and Flyn
Smon: GM: At the Gaol, asking about at Inn you are directed to the Green Dragon Inn on the north side of town,by the River Gate. "It's a good place for mercenaries and adventurers."
Mablir Dorlig: Corak shakes his head and declines the money from Opa
corum: Flynn gives Opa a wink "tis ok, @ some point I may need more than money"
Smon: "Or Ma Watson's Place if yer ever short of gold..."
Kjato Ragfoot: Well, we are not that short of gold right now!
Mablir Dorlig: Corak decides to go to the Green Dragon to see what he can discover (at least a room for the night)
Kjato Ragfoot: Duvader will go to the Green Dragon too.
corum: Flynn my need a hand getting there :-)
corum: may
Smon: GM: Better stop soon, gone 10pm. You reach the Green Dragon without incident, another large inn compound, this one in an industrial/warehouse area by the River Gate, where ships can dock during the day.
chris107: Opa @ Group Let's get some rest. Helps Flynn towards the Inn.
Mablir Dorlig: (is the inn a good place to end for the day)
Kjato Ragfoot: How much costs a room?
Smon: The inn seems clean enough; the owner a hard-faced ex-soldier type.
corum: Kewl Simon - thanks for not killing us, even though we are stupid!
Smon: He greets you. "Welcome. Private room for six is 1 gold the night."
Smon: "A room to yourself is 8 silver."
chris107: If standing with your friend (a 4'4 slip of a girl) against four vulgar bullies is 'stupid'
corum: Aole can sleep in the bar!
Smon: Aole glares at Flynn!
corum: or find a coach driver to bed with
Smon: Aole: "I suggest we get two rooms - one for the woman, another for the men."
Kjato Ragfoot: Duvader will rent a room for himself and one for Aole for a week each.
corum: I've heard she likes that
Mablir Dorlig: Corak requests a single room "I nedd eo pray and would not wish to disturb the rst of you"
Smon: Aole: "You watch your mouth, sir Flynn!"
corum: Flynn (under his breath) "she's no princess"
chris107: Opa @ Flynn - Come good sir Flynn, let me get you a drink in thanks to your service
corum: (smon can you make it a rule that they have Jack Daniels in the Dragon?)
Smon: GM: Single room, 1 person, 1 week in advance is 2 gp.
chris107: It's been Opa @ GM Pays 2GP
Kjato Ragfoot: Duvader will pay 4 gp then.
Mablir Dorlig: (Pussers Rum or Jeremiah Weed with the JD) Corak pays 2gp
Kjato Ragfoot: Oh, how much for meals? Or are those included?
Smon: GM: They do have a whisky, yup
Smon: GM: Basic food & small beer included.
Kjato Ragfoot: Ah, good.
corum: whiskey then Opa!
corum: Flynn pays 2 GP
chris107: Excellent value
corum: and downs the first
Smon: A shot of whisky is 5cp/glass.
corum: Flynn will buy the next round (for Opa and Corak)
Smon: Post-game analysis: You were lucky not to lose Opa, could have been a lot worse.
Kjato Ragfoot: Duvader pays a bottle of whiskey for the whole group.
Smon: 1gp for a bottle of whisky.
chris107: Opa thanks him but refuses a drink.
corum: Flynn mutters under his breath "fuckin gnomes"
chris107: Slips off quietly for bed
Smon: That's a 2-pint bottle, enough to get plastered
Smon: Flynn is a real charmer.
corum: Flynn numbs the pain but no more and will off to bed after two drinks
Kjato Ragfoot: Indeed. I hope Flynn and Opa will stop to pick useless fights.
Mablir Dorlig: Corak has a few drinks then off to bed
Smon: I'll post log now, to keep things moving I'll probably do Garrick's midnight assignation in the comments.
corum: @ kjato - btw that is in character - im a nice guy really and would love nothing more than to share a bottle with you!
chris107: OOC - They did the picking
corum: but Flynn is deeply mistrustful :-)
chris107: And a gentleman
Kjato Ragfoot: @ corum I assumed that.
corum: :-)
Smon: Next game next Tuesday. What are your plans - are you checking out the caravan leaving for the Purple Tower? Or looking for brigands? Or something else?
corum: sorry I lost the plot guys
Mablir Dorlig: Nite all
Goonergeezer: k, ty for the game smon
corum: I got a bit trigger happy -
corum: just glad I didnt get you al killed!
chris107: Yes, Thanks for the game Simon. Next Tuesday?
Kjato Ragfoot: Duvader would take a day to listen into rumours about when and where caravans were lost, whether certain coaches were robbed more often than others, these kind of things.
Mablir Dorlig Has exited the room
Kjato Ragfoot: Yes, thanks for the games.
Smon:
Smon: Hi guys
Smon Has entered the room
chris107:
chris107: Evening
scalydemon: hi smon is it OK if i lurk for a bit?
Smon: sure
Smon: Players, read over session 3 aftermath comments - http://smonsyggsburgh.blogspot.com/2011/12/session-3-log.html
Mablir Dorlig Has entered the room
Smon: Hi Mablir
chris107: Hi Mab
Smon: Did you get a chance to read the session 3 log?
Smon: http://smonsyggsburgh.blogspot.com/2011/12/session-3-log.html
Mablir Dorlig: Hi all, sorry I couldn't make Tuesday RL intervened
chris107: Yup, and left comment
chris107:
Mablir Dorlig: Not yet Simon - about to take look
Smon: ok
Smon: I'm ready to start whenever you guys are
chris107: I got a feeling some one's going to try and 'spring' Lord Ollie..
chris107: .....
Smon: Seems quiet - who is here?
chris107: Opa
Goonergeezer: sorry just clearing up aFTER DINNER#
Goonergeezer: be a couple of mins
chris107: Opa @ GM - Do we know when the caravan is due to leave?
Smon: Tomorrow morning
Kjato Ragfoot: We could work as guards for the caravan, in that case we will get to know everything.
Smon: Hi Kjato. Shall we start with you taking the silverware to Rufus?
Kjato Ragfoot: We can do this.
Kjato Ragfoot: Hello Smon
corum: fed now - we startin?
chris107: Opa @ Duv - Should some of us stay here to make sure the execution takes place?
Kjato Ragfoot: Duv @ Opa: I do not truly care, as long as we get paid.
Smon: GM: It's currently about 3pm, 3 hours to dusk.
chris107: Opa @ Duv - Do we want live vengful enemies?
Kjato Ragfoot: Duv @ Opa We beat him once, we can always beat him again.
Smon: You can drop off the silver & be back well before the scheduled execution.
chris107: Opa@ all = Perfect
Smon: GM: Down Citadel Avenue and you exit the city via the Moat Gate, crossing the Moatbridge over the Yggsburgh canal takes you into the Outs, the suburb and docks beyond the city walls.
corum: Flynn "are we all going?"
chris107: Opa - Mounted?
Goonergeezer: right im here, hi all
corum: Flynn @ Corak how was the church?
Smon: This time of day some farmers are also leaving the city. Down East Road you pass a ship-building yard on the canal, the hawk crest of Sir Ulrich Hawkes emblazoned above the gate. yard with the
chris107: OOC - I think a few of us are still wounded
Smon: Corak has 3 more clws available if you want, Mablir.
Mablir Dorlig: Corak @ all "Is anyone still injured" hope I've had enough rest to recover my spells?
chris107: Opa @ Corak - 'Oh yes please!'
Smon: 500 yards or so down East Road, the sprawling complex of the Outs Inn is on the right, practically a small town in itself.
corum: Flynn "im a little bruised (4hp) but I have some to spare, treat the others first"
Mablir Dorlig: Corak @ DM who is still wounded and how badly?
Smon: Current hp tallies are listed: http://smonsyggsburgh.blogspot.com/2011/12/pc-roster.html
chris107: Opa @ Corak 6/10HP
Smon: 5 of you are wounded.
chris107: No Don tonight - unusual
Eliana Has entered the room
Mablir Dorlig: Corak @ DM looks like Opa, Flynn & Morganna currently have most hp lost so 1 CLW on each
Eliana: Game in progress?
Mablir Dorlig Rolls 1d8x3 and gets:
1 = 1
5 = 5
8 = 8
chris107: Hi Eliana
corum: Nah Corak - Ive got more to give away
corum: what are you on?
Eliana: Hello! So Game on!
Kjato Ragfoot: Hi Eliana, yes, we play Smons games.
Eliana: Bye Bye Have Fun!!!
Smon: GM: Approaching the main gate of the Outs Inn you enter a cobbled courtyard with surrounding buildings; stables, coach barn, kitchen garden, the main parts of the inn to the left, around a large garden area with nymph fountain.
Gentlegamer Has entered the room
chris107: Opa @ Corak - Was that 1 for me?
Mablir Dorlig: Blame it on my chaotic nature - having seen affect of 1st CLW will not use one on Fly but the second on Opa and third on Morganna
Smon: A 16 year old stable boy approaches. "Take yer horses, sirs & ladies?"
chris107: Thanks
corum: Flynn "good job Corak"
Gentlegamer: Are you guys in a game?
Smon: y
Kjato Ragfoot: Duvader: Gladly. We would like to speak with Rufus, the coach.
Smon: The youth nods, and whistles. A smaller boy comes running up to help with the horses.
Smon: The older boy: "Rufus? You'll find him in the servants' cellar - take the covered passage to the main hall, then the west stairs down."
Smon: He points to a colonnaded passage that leads into the complex.
chris107: Opa @ GM - Keeping an eye out for 'shady' looking types lurking about.
corum: Flynn casts an eye over the inn trying to work out hat kind of establishment it is.
Kjato Ragfoot: Duvader: Thanks. He will give both boys a copper coin.
Smon: The boy takes it. "You have six horses."
Kjato Ragfoot: Duvader: That is for you. Payment for the horses gets extra.
Mablir Dorlig: Corak laughs and give the boys a silver piece each and winks at them
Smon: The boys grin at Corak. "Thanks kindly, sir!"
Smon: The Inn seems incredibly extensive, larger than any you've seen before, and very grand.
Smon: (think 4-star hotel complex)
corum: Flynn will walk at the back of the group and keep an eye out.
Smon: Following the stable hands' directions you head down the portico on the north side of the ornamental gardens, entering the main hall.
Smon: Things are fairly quiet this time of day, but a door to the north leads into the Bar, where a group of well-dressed but dangerous looking men are drinking.
Smon: 2 sets of stairs lead up, with stairs beneath leading down.
chris107: Opa @ DM - Studies the faces of the well dressed gents in case she see's them later..
Smon: The western stair leads down to a cellar where the servants of guests, coachmen and other lower-class sorts are permitted to dine.
Smon: /roll 1d6
Smon rolls 1d6 and gets:
2,Mablir Dorlig: Never like it when DM rolls d6 for no apparent reason
Smon: Opa looks through the door. She doesn't recognise them. Two of them glance in her direction and sneer. "Look what the cat dragged in!"
chris107:
chris107: Opa @ Gents - Sticks her tongue out.
Smon: 4 young bravos of average looks but with an overbearing and aggressive air, swords at their belts.
Smon: They look nonplussed a moment.
Smon: /roll 1d100+5
Smon rolls 1d100+5 and gets:
68, (+5) = 73 Smon: "Ey, what's that bint doing?!" "Tonguing us!"
Smon: "Is that an insult or an invitation?!"
Smon: They laugh at their own wit.
chris107: Opa @ Gents - Gives them the finger...
Smon: A very large, calm-looking fellow tends bar.
chris107: And walks on
Smon: "The finger? Now, that *is* an insult!"
Smon: As Opa walks away from the doorway she hears the scrape of chairs as the bravos stand.
chris107: Opa prepares to draw a weapon if it looks like she'll need to but will otherwise not provoke the situation
Smon: As you turn towards the doors down to the cellar where Rufus is said to be, the four bravos dash out, then draw up short as they see the seven of you (inc Aole).
Smon: They glare at Opa, hands on sword-hilts.
Goonergeezer: garrick: evening lads
Smon: "You seek a fight, Elf?" says one.
chris107: Opa - Oh what little weapons you have!
chris107: I only fight men...
chris107: Real men...
Smon: One steps forward. "I'll fight you, bitch!" He draws his sword.
corum: Flynn "hmmmmmph, sport, at last" draws crossbow
Kjato Ragfoot: Duvader @ Opa Typically. We are here for business, and you only want to have fun.
Datagoblin Has entered the room
chris107: Opa laughs in his face and draws two weapons...
Smon: The other three see Flynn drawing x-bow and draw their own swords.
Kjato Ragfoot: Duvader ignores the rabble and continues toward Rufus.
corum: Flynn will aim a shot at the biggest one first
chris107: Short sword and her newly christned magical dagger 'Fang'
Goonergeezer: Garrick: Please escuse mt elfin friend, like so many women all she really needs is a good man, sheath your weapons lads we dont need to do this
Smon: "Outside, in the garden!" says the first to draw.
kaskoid Has entered the room
Smon: Duvader heads down the stairs, quickly followed by Aole.
Goonergeezer: garrick and me#
Smon: /roll 1d100
Smon rolls 1d100 and gets:
33,chris107: Opa @ Flash fellow, after you
kaskoid Has exited the room
Mablir Dorlig: Corak @ all "lets get our business done and then if our friend and yours can entertain themselves"
corum: Flynn wil shoot flash git in the leg here
Goonergeezer: garrick: @ all " yes business before pleasure
Smon: OK, Flynn you can make attack roll if you want.
chris107: Opa @ all the brave men in the party - Well thank you 'friends'
corum: Flynn "oops"
corum rolls 1d20 and gets:
9,corum: ((damn))
chris107: Opa will finish him off with two rapid hits
Smon: Flynn's bolt goes wide as the man moves.
Smon: /roll 1d6x2
Smon Rolls 1d6x2 and gets:
3 = 34 = 4Datagoblin Has exited the room
Smon: "Murderers! We are assailed!" yells one man as they lunge at your group.
Mablir Dorlig: What are his companions doing?
Smon: (they won group init)
chris107: Initiative Simon?
Smon: 2 attack Flynn, 2 Opa
chris107: I get +3
Smon: I'd rather do group init
chris107: So would I if I didnt have a 19 Dex
chris107: Should have put it ni manly strength instead
corum: Flynn "are we on our own Opa? where are our gang?"
Smon: Female elf max STR is 16
chris107: Opa @ Flynn - Hopped it mate...
Smon: ok, *sigh* you can all roll init & I'll use cyclic init so we don't do a million rolls
Smon: /roll 1d6x4
Smon Rolls 1d6x4 and gets:
6 = 63 = 36 = 65 = 5Mablir Dorlig rolls 1d6 and gets:
3,chris107: No problem Simon, use group but apply modifiers maybe?
corum rolls 1d6 and gets:
6,chris107 rolls 1d6+3 and gets:
4, (+3) = 7 corum: Flynn "Corak is with us!"
chris107: Opa @ Brave boys - Thanks!
Smon: ok, looks like: Opa, bravo, bravo, Flynn, bravo, Corak, bravo
chris107: Opa @ DM always sword first roll then dagger
chris107 rolls 1d20 and gets:
5,chris107 rolls 1d20 and gets:
16,chris107: Hits AC 3
Smon: If you attack the first one Opa, he's AC 5 chain shirt, dagger hits
scalydemon Has exited the room
chris107 rolls 1d4+1 and gets:
2, (+1) = 3 Smon: 3 dmg, he's just scratched on his arm
chris107: (Wasn't aiming for his arm)
Smon: He and a man in studded jerkin attack Opa.
Smon: /roll 1d20x2
Smon Rolls 1d20x2 and gets:
16 = 16
2 = 2
Smon: hits ac 4
chris107: A/C4
Smon: /roll 1d8+2
Smon rolls 1d8+2 and gets:
7, (+2) = 9 Smon: He stabs Opa for 9 dmg.
corum: Flynn will drop xbow and has longsword and shield out
chris107: SHIT
corum: (if thas
Smon: (wouldn't be surprised if Flynn TPKS you) >
corum: ts ok)
chris107: 1/10HP
Smon: Flynn's go
corum: (me I didnt start it!)
Smon: You shot at them!
corum rolls 1d20 and gets:
11,Smon: Your foe parries and ripostes with shortsword
Smon: /roll 1d20
Smon rolls 1d20 and gets:
11,Smon: scrapes your armour
Smon: Corak's turn
Smon: Duvader, you enter the cellar, a half dozen men in coachman or servant garb are drinking, you see Rufus amongst them.re dr
Mablir Dorlig: (Stupidest move ever) Corak tries to force himself between Opa and the 2 attacking her and says "Gentlemen, I think honour has been satisfied I suggest we all put our swords away" Corak hasn't drawn his mace
Smon: Duvader hears the sounds of shouting and clashing blades from the hall upstairs.
Smon: /roll 1d100
Smon rolls 1d100 and gets:
18,Kjato Ragfoot: Duvader ignores those fighting, hoping the rest of the band will get their wits together and stop needless bloodshed.
chris107: Opa @ Flash Git - I'd rather die than yield to a soft pricked bastard like you, spits
Kjato Ragfoot: He will wave Rufus and call him "Hey Rufus, we got something you lost!"
Mablir Dorlig: Don't forget -10% due to my low Chr
Smon: The two men pause. The fourth thug, unseen, has slipped round behind Flynn - at Opa's words he backstabs the Ranger
Smon: (that was a hide in shadows roll)
Smon: /roll 1d20+4
Smon rolls 1d20+4 and gets:
4, (+4) = 8 Smon: Flynn senses the blow and steps aside in time.
Smon: Downstairs, Rufus comes over to Duvader. "Hey, good gnome. You have the silver cutlery?"
Smon: R2 - upstairs you hear the bar man yelling and ringing a bell.
Smon: Opa's turn.
Kjato Ragfoot: Duvader: Yes, I hope it is still in good shape. HEre, take a look.
chris107 rolls 1d20 and gets:
16,chris107 rolls 1d20 and gets:
9,Smon: Duvader offloads the heavy sack. Rufus inspects it.
chris107 rolls 1d8+1 and gets:
2, (+1) = 3 Smon: Opa's sword pierces flesh, the bravo grunts.
chris107: oops
chris107 rolls 1d6+1 and gets:
1, (+1) = 2 Mablir Dorlig: (oh well I had hoped)
Smon: 2nd roll is correct?
chris107: yes, short sword
Smon: Opa moved round Corak and attacked her two foes. They reply in kind.
Smon: /roll 1d20x2
Smon Rolls 1d20x2 and gets:
13 = 13
6 = 6
Smon: both miss.
chris107: A/C4
corum rolls 1d20 and gets:
7,Smon: Flynn's go.
Smon: bravo strikes at Flynn.
corum: (flynn missed)
Smon: /roll 1d20
Smon rolls 1d20 and gets:
12,Smon: miss.
Smon: "Stay out of it, priest!" a bravo yells at Corak.
Smon: Corak's turn.
Mablir Dorlig: Corak shakes his head and walks towards the bar (hoping to get a drink)
corum: Flynn Corak round up the others!
Smon: At the bar, the bar man is still ringing the bell.
Mablir Dorlig: Corak @ barman "Any chance of a drink?"
Smon: Then he takes an iron mace out from behind the bar, glaring.
Smon: "Not just now, Father!"
Smon: A bravo lunges at Flynn.
Smon: /roll 1d20
Smon rolls 1d20 and gets:
17,Smon: hits ac 3 w shortsword
Mablir Dorlig: Corak @ barman "I tried to stop the children playing, but..." and shrugs
Smon: /roll 1d6
Smon rolls 1d6 and gets:
6,Smon: 6 dmg to Flynn
Smon: The bar man nods to Corak, then runs out into the hall, mace raised.
Smon: "First one to strike another blow gets this up their gob!"
Smon: He waves the mace angrily. Opa, your turn.
chris107: Opa @ Flash git - Are you man enough?
Mablir Dorlig: Corak takes a seat and prays that the Town Watch arrives before anyone is killed or maimed
Smon: Flash Git: "I'll finish you outside, bitch!"
chris107: Or are you beaten?
chris107 rolls 1d20 and gets:
9,chris107 rolls 1d20 and gets:
6,chris107: Bloody dice!
Mablir Dorlig: brb
Smon: The man who tried to backstab Flynn whines to the barman: "This man started it! He shot a crossbow at Rod!"
Smon: Opa misses. The barman carries forth his threat and swings the mace at Opa's skull.
Smon: /roll 1d20
corum: Flynn "did not, I told you it was an accident"
Smon rolls 1d20 and gets:
12,Smon: hits AC 6
chris107: A/C4
Smon: The 2 men attacking Opa take this as permission to pile in on her.
Smon: /roll 1d20x2
Smon Rolls 1d20x2 and gets:
17 = 17
1 = 1
chris107: Opa fights back if she can
Smon: Flash Git's blade runs Opa through...
chris107: Maybe not
Smon: /roll 1d8+2
Smon rolls 1d8+2 and gets:
1, (+2) = 3 chris107: -2/10HP
Smon: Not puncturing any major organs, but she goes down.
Smon: Flynn's turn.
corum rolls 1d20 and gets:
10,Smon: miss
Smon: His foe responds
Smon: /roll 1d20
Smon rolls 1d20 and gets:
6,Smon: miss
corum: (so much for 7 against 4 eh!)
chris107: Hey Flynn - we tried
Smon: Corak, you're in the bar. You notice a couple elderly men in the corner looking very concerned!
chris107: That's team work
corum: (should never talk that way to a lady!)
Smon: The 4th bravo attacks Flynn.
Smon: /roll 1d20
Smon rolls 1d20 and gets:
20,corum: (he)
Smon: /roll 1d6
Smon rolls 1d6 and gets:
5,Smon: 5 dmg to Flynn.
chris107: Ouch
corum: 3/18 hp
Smon: The barman steps forward, mace raised at Flynn. "You! Yield or I'll bash in your head!"
Mablir Dorlig: Corak approaches the elderly couple and says "I will do what I can for the wounded once the playing is finished"
corum: Flynn "make them yield"
Smon: They nod at Corak.
Smon: Flash Git: "We are merely defending ourselves against these murderers!"
Portillo Has entered the room
Smon: The four bravos step back, weapons ready (I'll roll init again if fight continues)
Portillo: Ah sorry I must of entered in on a game, I'll leave
Mablir Dorlig: Once the noise of weapons finishes Corak will go back and bind any wounds
Smon: Barman, to Flynn: "We don't hold with fighting in the Outs Inn! Take your woman and get out, or I'll call the Watch and have you both clapped in irons."
Smon: Corak returns to the main hall, he sees several guests on the balcony above, watching events below.
corum: Flynn will sheath his sword and attempt to pick up Opa
Portillo Has exited the room
Smon: Opa is very light, Flynn can easily pick her up.
corum: Flynn "strike me down if you must but the lady needs help"
Smon: Downstairs, Rufus is counting out the silverware.
Mablir Dorlig: Corak will tend to Opa first (at least get her out of immediate danger)
chris107: 30 pieces?
Smon: The bar man waves his mace under Flynn's nose. Several more Inn staff come running up, armed with assorted weapons.
corum: Flynn "Corak come and help Opa"
Smon: @chris ?
chris107: The silver counted out
corum: Flynn @ Opa "forgive me Opa, my foolishness has near killed you!"
chris107: Opa - weakly @ Flynn - nay dear friend. You were loyal...
Smon: Two fair-haired young barmen move to stand beside the big guy with the iron mace.
Smon: GM: Is Flynn leaving?
corum: Flynn will carry Opa towards their horses
Smon: GM: The two fair-haired men, they look like brothers, accompany Flynn with Opa to the stables, looking nervous.
corum: Flynn will move away from the battle yes
Smon: The barman turns to the bravos: "Sorry about that, gents. I'll get you four free beer."
Mablir Dorlig: Corak @ bravos "Has your honour been met?"
corum: Flynn "CORAK, CORAK, we need a priest here!"
chris107: Their honour!!!!!!
Smon: The bravos look uncertain. The one who tried to backstab Flynn nudges 'Flash Git' the leader: "Ere, Rod. We should follow those two, and..." he makes a throat-slitting motion.
Smon: The blond barmen put hands on Flynn's back. "Come on, sir. Best you depart now."
corum: Flynn " I cannot leave her"
corum: Flynn "she will not survive the journey"
Smon: (You're carrying Opa, Flynn). Rod/Flash Git, the man Opa stabbed twice, turns to Corak: "Ere, priest, I'm bleedin'. Can you heal me?"
Smon: Blond barman to Flynn: "Take her to a Temple, sir."
corum: Flynn "where is the nearest temple?"
Mablir Dorlig: Corak replies "alas not today I have used my full allocation of spells, I can bind your wounds and ask you to call on me on the morrow when I will heal you"
Smon: @Duvader: In the cellar, Rufus finishes counting the silverware. "Looks like all of it, thanks. You had me worried I'd not see it again!" He grins. "Did you get those ladies their dresses back?"
Kjato Ragfoot: Duvader @ Rufus We did!
Smon: Barman to Flynn: "Outland Temple is just north of the Moat Gate as you enter town. It's dedicated to St Farlonn the Traveller."
Kjato Ragfoot: And we also got the brigands delivered to the city guard.
corum: Flynn "how long will ot take to get there on horesback
Smon: @Duvader - Rufus nods. "Good. I'd hate to think of that pretty young 'un having to go naked to the ball! Or her aunt fer that matter..." he shudders at the thought. "Ave a beer, gnome? Yer girlfriend, too." Aole blushes.
corum: (horesback not whoresback)
chris107:
Smon: "A few minutes, sir." The stablehands bring out Flynn & Opa's horses.
Kjato Ragfoot: Duvader: Ah, she is a little tall to be my girlfriend. She is just an adventuring-apprentice.
Kjato Ragfoot: Her name is Aole.
Smon: Rufus nods. "Ah, right." Aole: "That is correct. I have no betrothed."
corum: Flynn will take Opa on his horse
Kjato Ragfoot: And I would like a beer, what about you Aole?
Smon: Aole nods.
corum: He gives the stable hand a silver piece
corum: "tell none where we go!"
Smon: Upstairs, the wounded bravo nods to Corak. "OK father, bind my wounnds, you''ll find me here tomorrow, most likely."
Smon: The stablehand nods to Flynn, as do the others around him.
Smon: They help him get Opa up on her horse, Opa is starting to come round.
corum: Flynn gives them all a silver piece
Mablir Dorlig: Corak will bind the wounds and then @ barman "Mayhap I'll have that drink tomorrow, I think I n eed to check on the others next"
corum: and then rides as hard as he can
corum: (given his own state of health)
chris107: (Opa will pass them a gold each to recover her weapons if she's able)
Smon: An elderly waiter brings Duvader and Aole frothy mugs of pale ale, very good stuff -must be what the gentle-folk drink.
Mablir Dorlig: Corak picks up Opa's weapons then heads to the stables
Smon: A blond barman takes Opa's coin. "Very good."
Goonergeezer: i'll order myself a pint while he is there
Kjato Ragfoot: Oh, wow, this beer is extraordinary!
Smon: Garrick has been quiet - Rufus waves him over. "Ho there, sir! Pint for my warrior friend, too!"
chris107: (Phew Corum, looks like that's me done for the evening, thanks for your help) (Guys, good luck see you next Tuesday)
Smon: Rufus pays for Garrick's pint.
corum: ((grab my xbow C!)
Mablir Dorlig: And the Xbow
Smon: The bravos see Corak collecting weapons, and frown. "Hey, those are ours! Right of conquest!"
Smon: Meanwhile Opa & Flynn are escorted out the north gate onto the road.
Goonergeezer: garrick: i like to be quiet and observe others, it keeps me alive
Smon: Rufus nods, he calls over two other coachmen. "So, your group defeated the brigands, eh? Tell us the tale!"
Mablir Dorlig: Corak @ bravo's "I think the healing I do on the morrow will be sufficient Llwdd"
Smon: /roll 1d100-10
Smon rolls 1d100-10 and gets:
63, (-10) = 53 Smon: "Hmm..." the bravos look uncertain, but then nod. They leave Corak and go into the main bar for their free beer.
Gentlegamer Has exited the room
Mablir Dorlig: Corak now heads for the stables - and questions the stableboys about where Opa and Flynn have gone
Smon: Flynn - heading back west, you cross the Moatbridge, passing several farm wagons heading out of town. Two halberdiers at the gate bar your way. "Halt!"
Smon: The guardsmen regard Flynn suspiciously. "What happened to you two?!"
Kjato Ragfoot: Duvader: Yes, we did. It was quite a fight, looked rather bad for us for a while, but finally we succeeded into breaking into their house from both sides and took them down.
corum: ((great with my CHA???))
chris107:
Smon: Rufus nods to Duvader.
corum: Flynn "My good lady was thrown from her horse, I need to get her to a healer"
Smon: /roll 1d100-5
Smon rolls 1d100-5 and gets:
10, (-5) = 5 corum: Flynn "Would you be able to help us, I can make it worth your while!"
Smon: The guards stiffen, lowering their halberds. "We can see the sword wounds on her, you oaf!"
corum: ((
))Smon: The guards menace Flynn with their halberds. "Get down from your horse!" One yells: "Comrades! Over 'ere!"
corum: Flynn @ Opa "I feel the gods have deserted us!"
Smon: Opa is semi-conscious I fear.
corum: Flynn knows
corum: :-)
chris107: Opa @ Flnn - very weakly - along with our friends
corum: Flynn knows
corum: :-)
chris107: Opa @ Flnn - very weakly - along with our friends
corum: Flynn knows
corum: :-)
chris107: Opa @ Flnn - very weakly - along with our friends
corum: Flynn knows
corum: :-)
chris107: Opa @ Flnn - very weakly - along with our friends
Smon: Six more halberdiers come hurrying up through the gatehouse entrance, while six crossbowmen above train their weapons on Flynn.
Smon: Is Flynn going to dismount as ordered?
corum: Flynn dismounts
corum: Flynn will lay down all weapons
Smon: Guard: "One more chance to explain, before we clap you both in irons."
Smon: Back at the inn, Corak finds Flynn has already left. The stablehands refuse to say where.
corum: Flynn "I am to blame, do what you must with me, but please get her to a healer"
Smon: A guard helps Opa down from her horse, they check her over. "Hm...her wounds are bloody, but looks like she'll live."
Mablir Dorlig: Corak looks up to the sky and then asks "Are there any healers locally?"
Smon: A rather bored-looking guards Lieutenant comes strolling up, and the men on gate duty explain events to him. He sighs, and turns to Flynn, twirling his waxed moustache. "You, sir. Explain yourself at once."
Smon: @Corak - the stable hand frowns. "In the Outs? Old mother Hubbard, but I wouldn't go near her if I were you, sir. They say she's a witch!"
corum: Flynn "We are part of the party who has brought Lord Ollie to justice sir!"
Mablir Dorlig: Corak @ stablehand "any temples or anyone you would trust?"
chris107 Has exited the room
corum: Flynn " we bacame entangled in a pub brawl sir and some young folk beat her pretty bad"
Smon: /roll 1d100-5
Smon rolls 1d100-5 and gets:
30, (-5) = 25 corum: Flynn " I am to blame sir, I have a good trigger for brigands like sir Ollie, but I could not hold my peace when they insulted a lady"
Smon: The Lieutenant regards Flynn. "Lord Ollie? Yes, they're hanging him in two hours. Good show, that. But you should not be fighting in town - even in the Outs."
corum: Flynn " I ask only that you allow me to take her to a temple"
Smon: @Flynn: "Did you kill anyone?"
Smon: @Corak: The stablehand nods. "The temples in town are fine. Nearest is St Farlonn's."
corum: No sir "Except young Opa here. unless she can find a healer soon"
Mablir Dorlig: Corak gets directions and heads there
Smon: The Lieutenant sighs. "Very good. Pay your tolls and carry on, then." He turns away. The guards are still glaring at Flynn.
Smon: Guard to Flynn: "We don't like being lied to. Let's call your toll, 5 gold."
chris107 Has entered the room
corum: Flynn pulls up his hood, pays 5 GP, collects his things and carrys Opa to the temple
Smon: GM: The guards take the money and wave Flynn on. He turns right at the gatehouse plaza and quickly sees a spired temple ahead.
Goonergeezer: brb ciggie
Goonergeezer: back
Smon: Inside the evening congregation has started, a human priest is leading prayers for a mostly dwarf, halfling & gnome congregation
corum: Flynn quietly under his breath "f@£$ckn gnomes"
Smon: Corak comes hurrying up to the gate, the guards wave him across.
corum: Flynn will carry Opa through the congregation to the alter
Smon: @Flynn: "All rise." The little folk stand, and begin singing a hymn to St Farlonn. "Were ere you walk..."
Smon: Flynn strides up the aisle, getting many startled looks.
Mablir Dorlig: Corak @ Guards "Have a Human Male and elvish female passed this way recently?"
Smon: @Corak: "Aye. Friends of yours?"
Smon: The priest steps towards Flynn, hand raised. "We're busy!" he says
Mablir Dorlig: Corak @ guard "Probably no longer, but I have somethings of theirs"
Smon: /roll 1d100-10
Smon rolls 1d100-10 and gets:
59, (-10) = 49 Smon: The guards nod. "Yeah. They headed for the Outland Temple, that way." He points north.
Mablir Dorlig: Corak @ guard "My thanks good sir"
Smon: @Duvader & Flynn: Rufus listens to your tales of brigand-fighting happily. "Aye, there's good money in hunting brigands and the like! River Pirates, Bandits, Kidnappers and all..."
corum: Flynn gives them them the "Gary Lineker @ Paul Gascoigne" 1990 look
Smon: /roll 1d100-5
Smon rolls 1d100-5 and gets:
53, (-5) = 48 Smon: The priest glares at Flynn. "Come back later!" he hisses.
Kjato Ragfoot: Duvader: Oh, you have more of those brigands? Perhaps we should make brigand hunting a profession!
Smon: Rufus nods. Garrick meanwhile notices Aole staring at one of the other two coachmen, who bears a certain resemblance to Rufus. Aole: "You - you are the man who drove the coach *I* was on."
corum: Flynn "please sir, she needs your help, I can pay or offer my sword"
Smon: The priest glares at Flynn: "Impecunius meum te de standare!"
Smon: Flynn, save vs paralysation
Smon: at -2
corum rolls 1d20 and gets:
4,chris107:
corum: ((groan))
Smon: Flynn is paralysed, rooted in place. "*Hmph.* That's better." says the priest, and turns back to leading the service. Two junior clerics come and collect Flynn, and Opa, take them outside, lay them down in the dirt and shut the temple door.
corum: ((
corum: ((
))Smon: Corak comes hurrying up just in time to see the temple door shut, his companions lying there.
Mablir Dorlig: What5 are relations like between my church and this one?
corum: Flynn @ Corak "Beaurghghghghghgh"
Smon: (What Saint do you follow, Corak?) @Garrick & Duvader: The coachman Aole addressed looks nervously at her.
corum:
Mablir Dorlig: Not sure was thinking something old celtic Sant Daffydd maybe?
Smon: The coachman nods to Aole. "...Aye... You looked a mite familiar! Er.. I'm glad you woz rescued."
Kjato Ragfoot: Duvader stops talking and eyes the coachman suspiciously.
Smon: I expect Dafydd & Farlonn get along fine.
Goonergeezer: Garrick to coachman "you recognise our friend?
Smon: Aole's eyes narrow. "I was held for two weeks before these heroes rescued me. I wondered why no help came..."
Mablir Dorlig: Did Flynn & Opa get dumped out the main dorr or a back/side door?
Smon: The coachman nods to Garrick. "Er, yeah. She and her guard were the traveller on me coach, up from Dunfalcon. Ollie's gang jumped us, two weeks back. They killed him and took her, but they let me go."
corum: @ Corak - in the gutter
Smon: @Corak - Out the main doors.
Mablir Dorlig: Is there a back/side door?
Smon: @Garrick: "...I, er, I reported it to the guards when I reached Yggsburgh, of course."
Smon: @Corak: Yes, there is a side entrance.
Mablir Dorlig: Head to side entrance and knock on the door
Goonergeezer: garrick @ coachman "very lucky for you, so there will be a record of this then? your report that is?
Kjato Ragfoot: Duvader signals at Aole and Garrick to remain calm.
Kjato Ragfoot: Of course, we believe you. Most likely you have been scarred to death by the attack.
Goonergeezer: garrick @ coachman " of course there will be i am to suspicious for my own nature"
Smon: The coachman nods to Duvader. "Aye, it were terrifyin'!"
Smon: Rufus frowns to Garrick. "Myrick here is my brother. He's a good sort."
Smon: /roll 1d6
Smon rolls 1d6 and gets:
4,Kjato Ragfoot: Duvader And surely, you were hardly able to give a proper report to the guards, so they could not truly act on it, correctly?
Smon: Corak knocks - no answer.
Smon: Myrick: "Er, well, I did me best, like."
Smon: He looks very nervous.
Mablir Dorlig: Corak looks for some lights near a door
Smon: Rufus: "It's alright, Myrick. We all know the dangers of the road."
Smon: Inside the Outland Temple, the service finishes.
Goonergeezer: garrick calls out " more ale for my friends here"
Smon: The congregation start streaming out, eager to catch the dusk execution.
Kjato Ragfoot: Duvader @ Myrick: Do not worry, happens to the best of us. Battle panic, almost impossible to withstand without proper training.
Mablir Dorlig: COrak strides into the Temple and approaches the Priest and bows
Smon: In the Outs Inn cellar, the old man huffles up with more beer (that's 3x6=18cp, Garrick)
Smon: Myrick nods to Duvader. "Aye... I'm no warrior, just a coachman."
Goonergeezer: garrick ill toss him the copper and say " and one for yourself"
Smon: @ Garrick: "Very kind, sir."
Mablir Dorlig: Corak @ Priest "Holy One I beg your pardon for entering unannounced but I need to request the aid of a Cleric who can heal"
Smon: The priest nods affably to Corak. "I am the Chief Priest here, Father - the Venerable Reginald Viner, at your service. Those two are with you?"
Kjato Ragfoot: Duvader @ Myrick Now, you having survived such an encounter, any advise for travel behaviour?
Smon: Myrick @Duvader: "Well... er, maybe you should ask Rufus, he seems better able to avoid trouble than I! Heh."
Mablir Dorlig: Corak @ Priest "Thay are at the moment holy one and they are in need of restoration, I will, of course, make a donation to your church for any inconvenience"
Smon: @Corak: The junior priests inspect Flynn, who is now de-paralysing, and Opa, they nod.
Smon: Reginald: "Yes, well, the man was rather rude. But we can heal them for the normal hundred gold, each."
Kjato Ragfoot: Duvader @ Myrick Yes, but you obviously encountered more trouble. So, your warnings will be interesting.
Mablir Dorlig: Corak - not sure how much I have (was only about 18gp left when I started out)
corum: ((check my purse corak))
Smon: Myrick still looks nervous. "Heh, Eh, yeah, well, Live and let live, is my motto, Cause no trouble, trouble'll pass you by... fer instance, if that girl (Aole)'s bodyguard hadn't tried to stop Ollie takin' her jewels, he'd still be alive and Ollie wouldn't have carried her off, I reckon."
Smon: (you got 57gp each from the brigands)
chris107: Gave most of mine to Aole last session, there should be 10GP and 4SP in Opa's purse
corum: (I have 67gp)
corum: (977 to heal Opa?)
corum: (77 to heal opa?)
Smon: Flynn, you can talk again now.
Mablir Dorlig: Corak @ priest "Holy one, alas I am not greatly blessed with funds - if you can cure the female we shall pay the 100gp"
corum: its prob best if Flynn does not talk :-)
Smon: The priest nods, and waits for the 'donation'.
Mablir Dorlig: COrak will get 50 from Flynn and 50 of my own and hand it to the priest
corum: Flynn gives Corak 67 GP
Smon: Once they've received the money, the priests lay on hands...
Smon: /roll 1d8x3
Smon Rolls 1d8x3 and gets:
3 = 3
5 = 5
5 = 5
Mablir Dorlig: Corak hands Flynn back 17 gp
Smon: Opa is restored to full health.
corum: Flynn bows in thanks
chris107: Opa @ Flynn & Corak - I will not forget this my friends
corum: to the priests
chris107: Then bows at the priest
Mablir Dorlig: Corak @ priest "Thank you Father and Bless You" then bows as he leaves
Mablir Dorlig: Corak @ Opa @ Flynn "We may still have time to see the hanging if we head back quickly"
Smon: Reginald @Corak: "Any time for a fellow man of the Lord, Father."
corum: Flynn will need to fins a place to rest
chris107: Opa splits her last 10GP between her two friends and promises to pay the rest from her share of the reward money.
Smon: Outside, the son is setting - just a few minutes to the execution.
chris107: Opa @ Flynn - Sir you are wounded!
corum: @ 3hp Flynn is about to collapse
Smon: Quite a crowd is moving through the streets to the main City Market.
chris107: Opa will tear strips of her cloak and do what she can to staunch the bleeding
Mablir Dorlig: Corak will bind Flynns wounds (forgot I hadn't done it earlier)
chris107: And help support him
corum: Flynn "thankyou my friends, perhaps theere will be a place for me to sit and watch the execution?"
Smon: Opa & Corak bind Flynn's wounds. Duvader, Garrick & Aole drink and chat with the coachmen, some servants come in to the cellar for their evening meal.
Goonergeezer: Garrick seeing at evening is coming i make my goodbyes as i am off to see the hanging
Smon: Opa, Flynn & Corak reach the Market Plaza - Ollie and his men are being marched up to the gallows to a drum-beat.
Smon: Duvader, are you leaving w Garrick?
Kjato Ragfoot: Duvader will leave with Garrick, yes.
chris107: Opa keeps half an eye on the crowd
Smon: The crowd in the plaza jeers Ollie, some rotten vegetables are thrown.
corum: Flynn @ Corak "if I had strength my friend I would cut them down"
Smon: Garrick, Duvader & Aole leave the Outs Inn and hurry west.
corum: Flynn "no soul deserves this"
Zebediah, the Sorceror Has entered the room
Kjato Ragfoot: Duvader @ Garrick and Aole: I am somehow suspicious about this Myrick, perhaps we should observe him carefully. He might have connections to those brigands, but let's keep him think he is safe for now.
Smon: They see the Gate Guards preparing to shut the gate, but reach it in time - 5cp each toll.
Zebediah, the Sorceror Has exited the room
corum: zebs name is 2 lines long!
Mablir Dorlig: Corak @ Flynn "All paths lead to Death but the paths one chooses determine how one meets it"
corum: Scared of your DMing prowess!
Goonergeezer: garrick to duvader " yes there is definatley somthing up there, a few gold for a nod when there are valubles coming through or more even?"
corum: ((nice @ Kjato)) ((doffs hat))
Smon: In the plaza, a portly man in finery, the Sheriff, begins reading from a scroll. "Lord Ollie and his cohorts, hearby named as The Ox, Gray Willie, Foreigner and Sweet Umbero, having been found guilty in absentia of Highway Robbery, Kidnap, and Murder on the following counts..."
Kjato Ragfoot: Duvader @ Garrick We will figure this out. A little listening to tales about robbed coaches might work wonders...
Goonergeezer: garrick @duvader "indeed"
Smon: Aole nods to Duvader's words. "I am suspicious, though he did seem afraid of the Highwaymen, as I recall..."
Smon: Sheriff: "...Are hereby sentenced to be Hung by the Neck until Dead. The prisoners may now give any last words."
corum: Flynn feels a little sick
chris107: Opa @ Flynn - Be strong good man, tis justice
corum: Flynn "life is not for these to take so easily"
Mablir Dorlig: Corak @ Flynn "And how many lives do Bandits & Highwaymen take - regard them as vermin and better dead"
Smon: Ollie and his cohorts survey the assembled crowd. Ollie: "Lords,Ladies and Gentlemen. I would just like to say: Fuck You All. And good night."
Smon: Ollie's men cheer, rather wanly. The crowd clap and cheer too.
chris107: Opa doubles her watch on the crowd for rescuers
Smon: Duvader, Garrick and Aole reach the crowded plaza, Garrick is tall enough to just make out the prisoners.
Smon: The Sheriff, standing on a block, nods to the 5 masked executioners, who slip ropes around the necks of the 5 men, drawing them tight.
Kjato Ragfoot: Duvader will remain outside the mass of people, he is a little afraid of getting accidently stomped to death.
Goonergeezer: garrick i will ask aole is she wants a lift up to see
corum: Flynn @ Corack "sport for men (and women) is good, but death is the game of higher powers"
Smon: Aole to Garrick: "I think I will see them in a moment, when they are raised high..."
Mablir Dorlig: Corak @ Flynn "Think of them as rats that have been caught and are now to be killed"
chris107: Opa fingers her bow string and watches the masked executioners carfu;y
Smon: The 5 outlaws are readied. The Sheriff brings his hand down and the executioners begin hauling on the 5 ropes, dragging them choking into the air.
Smon: Opa is watching the crowd. Here and there she sees groups of men watching the hanging who are not sharing in the general celebration.
chris107: Opa brings this to the attention of Corak and Flynn
Smon: But nobody seems inclined to rescue Ollie and co as they rise above the crowd, faces turning purple, bowels voiding.
Smon: They hang, jerking and twitching. The crowd watches intently. It's several minutes before they stop moving.
Smon: /roll 1d6
Smon rolls 1d6 and gets:
2,Mablir Dorlig: Corak @ Opa "Maybe some people stand to lose from their deaths?"
Smon: Opa spots the four bravos she fought earlier, they are now with 4 more men; these 8 seem to be watching quite sombrely.
corum: Flynn "Damn these wounds, tis a black day, a balck dog day"
corum: (black)
chris107: Opa @ Corak - They may be worth watching
Smon: Of course Flynn is sombre too!
corum:
Smon: Once satisfied that the 5 are dead, the crowd begins to disperse. The Deputy Sheriff you spoke to at dawn approaches your group.
Smon: "Hail there, you lot." he says.
Smon: "Good show." He jerks a finger at the 5 bodies on the gallows.
corum: Flynn @ Opa "next time my love, they will pay"
corum: (thats love in a sheffield way)
corum: :-)
Smon: "Just wanted to let you know, your reward money is ready for collection. We have a few more brigand gangs, if you're in the hunting business." He grins.
Mablir Dorlig: (Burngreave)
Smon: (LOL)
Smon: (I used to live in Sheffield)
chris107: Opa @ Flynn - Too true my friend
corum: @ smon theres time letf yet son!
corum: left
Mablir Dorlig: (my brother does and I visit fairly regularly)
Smon: (did my PhD there)
Mablir Dorlig: (Gr8 city for Students)
corum: ah - I taught @ hallam for a few years
Smon:
corum: I live doncaster way now
corum: anyway back to the game!
Smon: GM: OK, what are your PCs' plans for the evening? The city gates are shut now.
Smon: >>Deputty Sheriff: Smon: "Just wanted to let you know, your reward money is ready for collection. We have a few more brigand gangs, if you're in the hunting business." He grins
Smon: You can go to the Gaol and collect your bounty if you wish - that's 400gp total.
Kjato Ragfoot: Well, then let's collect reward money!
Goonergeezer: getting back to where im staying and getting dressed up for my midnight meeting
chris107: Opa @ Flynn and Corak, My part of the reward is yours. I would only ask a few gold for living expenses.
Mablir Dorlig: Corak wants to know about other Brigand bands & Old Mother
Smon: Where are you staying? Will you look for an Inn in town?
chris107: Opa @ Flynn - And we need to get your wounds sorted.
Kjato Ragfoot: Yes, let's find an Inn first. We all need a good nights rest.
Mablir Dorlig: Corak @ Opa & Flynn "Whats gone is gone this is for the future"
corum: Flynn "all in good time, lets rest and then peraps corak can help in the morning?
corum: (peraps = sheffield)
Smon: Dividing the reward money by 6 is 66.66gp each.
chris107: (Opa gives 60 each to Corak and Flyn
Smon: GM: At the Gaol, asking about at Inn you are directed to the Green Dragon Inn on the north side of town,by the River Gate. "It's a good place for mercenaries and adventurers."
Mablir Dorlig: Corak shakes his head and declines the money from Opa
corum: Flynn gives Opa a wink "tis ok, @ some point I may need more than money"
Smon: "Or Ma Watson's Place if yer ever short of gold..."
Kjato Ragfoot: Well, we are not that short of gold right now!
Mablir Dorlig: Corak decides to go to the Green Dragon to see what he can discover (at least a room for the night)
Kjato Ragfoot: Duvader will go to the Green Dragon too.
corum: Flynn my need a hand getting there :-)
corum: may
Smon: GM: Better stop soon, gone 10pm. You reach the Green Dragon without incident, another large inn compound, this one in an industrial/warehouse area by the River Gate, where ships can dock during the day.
chris107: Opa @ Group Let's get some rest. Helps Flynn towards the Inn.
Mablir Dorlig: (is the inn a good place to end for the day)
Kjato Ragfoot: How much costs a room?
Smon: The inn seems clean enough; the owner a hard-faced ex-soldier type.
corum: Kewl Simon - thanks for not killing us, even though we are stupid!
Smon: He greets you. "Welcome. Private room for six is 1 gold the night."
Smon: "A room to yourself is 8 silver."
chris107: If standing with your friend (a 4'4 slip of a girl) against four vulgar bullies is 'stupid'
corum: Aole can sleep in the bar!
Smon: Aole glares at Flynn!
corum: or find a coach driver to bed with
Smon: Aole: "I suggest we get two rooms - one for the woman, another for the men."
Kjato Ragfoot: Duvader will rent a room for himself and one for Aole for a week each.
corum: I've heard she likes that
Mablir Dorlig: Corak requests a single room "I nedd eo pray and would not wish to disturb the rst of you"
Smon: Aole: "You watch your mouth, sir Flynn!"
corum: Flynn (under his breath) "she's no princess"
chris107: Opa @ Flynn - Come good sir Flynn, let me get you a drink in thanks to your service
corum: (smon can you make it a rule that they have Jack Daniels in the Dragon?)
Smon: GM: Single room, 1 person, 1 week in advance is 2 gp.
chris107: It's been Opa @ GM Pays 2GP
Kjato Ragfoot: Duvader will pay 4 gp then.
Mablir Dorlig: (Pussers Rum or Jeremiah Weed with the JD) Corak pays 2gp
Kjato Ragfoot: Oh, how much for meals? Or are those included?
Smon: GM: They do have a whisky, yup
Smon: GM: Basic food & small beer included.
Kjato Ragfoot: Ah, good.
corum: whiskey then Opa!
corum: Flynn pays 2 GP
chris107: Excellent value
corum: and downs the first
Smon: A shot of whisky is 5cp/glass.
corum: Flynn will buy the next round (for Opa and Corak)
Smon: Post-game analysis: You were lucky not to lose Opa, could have been a lot worse.
Kjato Ragfoot: Duvader pays a bottle of whiskey for the whole group.
Smon: 1gp for a bottle of whisky.
chris107: Opa thanks him but refuses a drink.
corum: Flynn mutters under his breath "fuckin gnomes"
chris107: Slips off quietly for bed
Smon: That's a 2-pint bottle, enough to get plastered
Smon: Flynn is a real charmer.
corum: Flynn numbs the pain but no more and will off to bed after two drinks
Kjato Ragfoot: Indeed. I hope Flynn and Opa will stop to pick useless fights.
Mablir Dorlig: Corak has a few drinks then off to bed
Smon: I'll post log now, to keep things moving I'll probably do Garrick's midnight assignation in the comments.
corum: @ kjato - btw that is in character - im a nice guy really and would love nothing more than to share a bottle with you!
chris107: OOC - They did the picking
corum: but Flynn is deeply mistrustful :-)
chris107: And a gentleman
Kjato Ragfoot: @ corum I assumed that.
corum: :-)
Smon: Next game next Tuesday. What are your plans - are you checking out the caravan leaving for the Purple Tower? Or looking for brigands? Or something else?
corum: sorry I lost the plot guys
Mablir Dorlig: Nite all
Goonergeezer: k, ty for the game smon
corum: I got a bit trigger happy -
corum: just glad I didnt get you al killed!
chris107: Yes, Thanks for the game Simon. Next Tuesday?
Kjato Ragfoot: Duvader would take a day to listen into rumours about when and where caravans were lost, whether certain coaches were robbed more often than others, these kind of things.
Mablir Dorlig Has exited the room
Kjato Ragfoot: Yes, thanks for the games.
Smon:
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