Dreams and Nightmares (IC)

[TerrickTerran]

You are gathered for a friend's funeral. Professor Petros Lorrimor had passed. A light rain falls as the cleric reads the last rites for him. Many people have gathered to mourn the passing of this man. You may remember how you knew him and what you did with him. Now as you watch them lower the coffin into the grave, you see a young woman you may or may not remember. She introduces herself as Kendra Lorrimor and asks you to follow her. As you do so, you are taken to a carriage. She beckons you to enter but the choice is up to you.

[Mantid]

Myrra glances at the others Kendra had called out to. She was certain she had seen the monk and the one-eyed man before, if only in passing, but she wasn't sure she had seen the smallest one before.

Myrra knew she had never spoken to any of them. She really didn't spend much time talking to others, it was bad enough that her great height already invited scrutiny. Although Petros had always been kind to her, even knowing her heritage, but her battered history didn't let her so openly trust the friends of friends.

Well maybe they will focus on the child, the half-orc thinks to herself as she ducks down and steps into the carriage. Why is that kid here anyhow?

[mistformsquirrl]

Hana fidgets slightly under her black robe, eyes cautiously surveying the other mourners. While she knew it was only proper to mourn the Professor's loss, standing here in the open did not sit right with her, particularly with so many people so close.

Nevertheless she remained there, watching and waiting silently; hoping to go back to the inn where she could mourn in her own fashion.

[ProudGrognard]

Noman

Noman was standing just behind the main circle of friends. Wearing his best of his travel weary clothes, his eyes folded in front of him, he gazes at the ceremony impassively. A nice, solemn ceremony of the kind, though with some strange guests. It took a well trained eye, but the beauty standing there was a half-orc and the child on the other was a halfling. And Noman 's eye was nothing if not trained.

Noman sights and look at the sky.

"It seemed to me a kind, gentle man. Of course you would take him. Don't want to spoil this plane with too many good people, hah?

Strange that I was asked here, though. I only met him for a few days, back then when got into trouble with them kobolds. Did he still remember it? Obviously."

He gets ready to leave, back to his inn, when Kendra Lorrimor (a daughter? A wife? A niece?) summons him. Noman half walks, half limps to the carriage in his very distinctive gait.

[Objection]

Millie sheds a few tears as the professor and his coffin are lowered into the grave. Professor Petros Lorrimor was the first man to give her a safe place to stay where she wouldn't be required to wait on him hand and foot. At least, the first who was aware of what he was doing. Even though it was only for two weeks, it helped to strengthen her faith in the belief that, eventually, she and her cat Rita would find a good home.

Suddenly, Millie hears a meow to her left. She looks over at Rita, who in turn is staring at a young woman beside a carriage. As the woman beckons them over, the cat meows again before turning to face her owner. Millie senses that Rita wants the two of them to approach the young woman.

"Well, you've never been wrong before," Millie says as a small smile forms on her lips. The two of them run to the carriage and Millie climbs in. As she does, she notices a rather large woman already in the carriage. A moment later, Rita leaps in after her owner.

[TerrickTerran]

Kendra gives you all a sad smile. "It's good to see all of you, and I wish the circumstances were better. Some of you remember me, others might not. It may have been some time. Father was getting older, but his death was still a shock. Anyways, why you're coming with me is that you all touched him in some way. He has provided you all something in his will. The barrister will be reading it when we reach home. One other is supposed to meet us there. I believe that person was at the funeral but is not here now." The carriage continues towards the home, allowing you relief from the rain that had started falling as you came to the carriage.

[ProudGrognard]

Noman

Noman enters the carriage and stretches his mangled feet. He indeed did not remember the lady, because he had never seen her.

The news of something in the will cause him to raise an eyebrow. True generosity is rare, and even fake generosity was in short supply these days. Noman stifles a cynic comment and waits to see how this would play out.

[mistformsquirrl]

Hana silently boards the carriage herself, sitting as much in the corner as possible and attempting to minimize how much space she takes up.

[Objection]

Millie sits down in the carriage opposite the pink-haired woman in the corner. She finds herself feeling a little wary of the larger, black-haired woman for a moment, but before the feeling can linger or grow, Rita climbs up onto Millie's lap, and then curls up and starts purring.

Well, Millie thinks, if you're fine with the situation, then so am I.

[TerrickTerran]

As the coach is going down the road, there is a noise outside. It is a cry of pain. Something is happening. You can't quite make out what it is inside the carriage, but you get the feeling something is quite wrong. The coach is suddenly moving faster and erratically. There is a thud outside the coach. Kendra seems anxious. "What's happening here?" she inquires. She looks towards you to see who might be willing to investigate.

[ProudGrognard]

Noman

Noman sighs. Of course things would go wrong. They always do. He parts the curtains from the side the noise was heard, carefully, just a bit, to see what is going on.

Perception [roll0]

[mistformsquirrl]

Hana looks out the other side of the carriage, simultaneously drawing back her black robe to reveal an array of wide-bladed black throwing knives on a bandolier.

Perception [roll0]

[ybn1197]

Brumbar stood in the rear of the group attending the funeral. Death, though infrequent among the dwarves, was still a terrible burden to bear as it meant one less person to carry on the struggles of life. Though it had been some time since he and the Professor had last enjoyed a good sit down with hot tea (hopefully the Professor was the only one who knew how much he enjoyed that brew) and a conversation of the world, he always carried that memory with him. Few lay people understood nature the way the Professor understood and his passing was a great loss.

Once the funeral concluded, Brumbar saw Kendra waving to everyone to join her. Still upset at the passing of his friend, Brumbar decided to follow along with the coach on foot. The walk in the rain would help clear his mind.

[Objection]

The sudden shakiness of the carriage knocks Rita out of Millie's lap and she meows uneasily as she hits the coach's floor. Seeing how two of the other passengers are looking out the sides of the coach, Millie decides to follow suit. Perhaps she might see a hint about what caused the carriage's strange behaviour and the peculiar noises, although the source or sources of the noises could be coming from either side.

After thinking for a moment, Millie tells Rita to look out the same side the black-robed woman is looking out, while the brown-clad halfling decides to inspect the side the man with the limp is looking out.

[roll0] (Millie's Perception on Noman's side)
[roll1] (Rita's Perception on Hana's side)

[Mantid]

Myrra sigh and stands up, as best she can in the carriage. Carefully opening the door she leans out, ready to duck back in if any stones or arrows fly her way. She quickly takes a look behind the carriage and turns to check on the driver and horses.

I'm assuming this isn't one of those fancy new horseless and driverless carriages! :smalltongue:

Perception - [roll0]

Just-in-case rolls:
Reflex - [roll1]
Dex check - [roll2]
Balance - [roll3]

[TerrickTerran]

While most of you are sure there's something happening, the weather is making it hard to tell what.

Myrra and Rita

Myrra, you notice some hooded figures approaching the stagecoach. Rita has seen the fallen body of the driver now laying on the ground with a crossbow bolt buried in his chest

[Objection]

Millie takes a look around but can barely see for the rain. Suddenly, she hears a meow from the other side of the coach. "Did you see something Rita?" Millie asks as she turns to where her cat is. She gets the feeling that Rita is alarmed by something but cannot quite make out what. Just in case it means trouble, Millie reaches into her backpack and pulls out a flask of acid and a rose-coloured crystalline stone. She brings the latter item to her forehead and then releases it, causing it to start orbiting her head.

[Mantid]

"Hooded riders coming up fast!" Myrra calls back into the carriage. "I don't see the driver! I'm going to try to get control of the carriage! Watch my back!"

Taking a deep breath, Myrra grips onto the side of the carriage and moves outside. Fighting against the rain and the jarring movements of the carriage, she attempts to pull herself to the roof and get to the driver's seat.

No way this can't end well! :smallbiggrin:

Climb - [roll0]
Acrobat - [roll1]
General Str - [roll2]
General Dex -[roll3]

[mistformsquirrl]

While Myrra slips out of the carriage to handle the horses, Hana throws off the black robe covering the rest of her outfit and briefly concentrates on throwing up a powerful, invisible, force barrier around herself.

Hana's manifesting Inertial Armor with no augmentation, so it's +4 armor for 3 hours.

[ProudGrognard]

Noman

How things went from a peaceful funeral to coach fighting, Noman is not sure. But he is also not surprised. Things like that happen, every time. The lady seems to have the right idea, and Noman will not be able to shoot from inside.

Opening the other door, Noman displays a strange agility, despite his limping foot. Using it as a pivot or even a fulcrum, Noman opens the door and climbs up the coach.

If there is room, he will get in the driver 's seat. If not of if it is better to shoot, he will get on the top of the carriage. If Myrra gets on the seat, he will cry out.

"Stop the carriage!"

Acrobatics [roll0]
Climb [roll1]
Perception [roll2]

[ybn1197]

Seeing the carriage begin to accelerate erratically, Brumbar quickens his pace, sure that something is wrong. With the weather as bad as it was, readying his crossbow would be a futile gesture given the lack of visibility. He loosens the straps holding his axes in place, they were bound to rub as he ran, but that would prove to be nothing if something was happening to Kendra.


Perception: [roll0]

[TerrickTerran]

Myrra
you try to get a grip but the slickness causes you to lose it, your attempt to catch fails and you're falling to the ground. You will be unhurt, but will be prone temporarily. The carriage may hit you if you can't move fast enough.

Brumbar
you see some vague blobs, but it's hard to tell exactly what they are. You believe they might be humans

Noman
you have a little trouble at first, but finally manage to get a precarious balance on the top. You see the six hooded figures holding various weapons. What they want is not readily apparent. You do see the dead body of the driver, and the carriage is moving faster as no one is controlling the horses

For everyone

Roll initiative please.

Those who can see, can see the hooded figures are coming closer, though not too close as the carriage is going quite fast now.

[mistformsquirrl]

Hana pulls one of the kunai free of her bandolier, holding it ready, but not throwing it yet.

Initiative [roll0]

[ProudGrognard]

Noman

Balancing precariously, Noman sees that he must control the horses. He tries to move towards the driver's seat. Hopefully he will be able to control the horses.

Initiative [roll0]
Acrobatics [roll1]
Handle Animal [roll2] if that does not work, cut the horses free.

EDIT: What rolls!

[ybn1197]

Brumbar doubles his stride in order to reach the carriage.


Initiative: [roll0]

[Objection]

Millie and Rita both notice some hooded figures chasing after the carriage. The cat runs into one corner of the coach and attempts to hide, while Millie thinks of a plan to try to impair the pursuers' pursuit.

[roll0] Millie's initiative
[roll1] Rita's Stealth check

[Mantid]

Great first impression, Myrra chides herself as she slips from the carriage and doing her best to roll away from the carriage wheels.

Initiative - [roll0]

Acrobatics - [roll1]

[TerrickTerran]

Myrra
Acrobatics in the rain is clearly not your specialty. You slip in the mud and unfortunately get run over by a wheel. [roll0] taking this in damage. You will also need to spend your first round getting up, but the good news is you have full cover at the moment

Initiative is
Noman
the enemies
Myrra
Millie (whoever has better dexterity goes first)
Brumbar
Hana

Noman
your excellent acrobatics makes you able to balance allowing you to slow the horses down. You still are able to do one action.

[ProudGrognard]

Noman

Noman more or less puts his limo leg as a counterweight and reigns in the horses. He readies his bow and he takes another look to see what the fuss is about. The observation also includes the apparently dead driver.

To see where, who and how many are the opponents. Also, to see what killed the driver.
Perception [roll0]

[Mantid]

Myrra winches as the cart runs over her foot. Cursing silently, she pulls herself to her feet, trying to orientate herself and spot the riders chasing the carriage.

Perception (if needed) [roll0]

[TerrickTerran]

Noman sees the six cloaked figures. One carries a crossbow. He also sees the dead driver though he's quickly disappearing in the distance. Everyone else is free to do as needed. The cloaked figures are approaching the coach rapidly.

[ProudGrognard]

Noman

"So, you want to ruffle some feathers, hah?

Everybody in the coach, out! We have riders approaching, and they are not very friendly."

Noman quickly draws two arrows and in one smooth motion ruffles their feathers. Another second later, the bow is drawn and the arrows are sent flying in the nearest horseman.

FoB with arrows at the lead horseman
Atk1 [roll0] dmg [roll1]
Atk2 [roll2] dmg [roll3]

+1 to the above if they are 30ft or closer.

[mistformsquirrl]

Hana leaps from the carriage onto the road, leaving behind her billowing black robe entirely. She tucks and rolls as she lands to avoid injury from either the fall or the carriage itself.

Acrobatics - [roll0]

[Objection]

On Noman's command, Millie gives Rita a little nudge and the two of them hop out of the carriage. Seeing the riders advance, Millie then attempts to cast a spell to impede their charge.

Acrobatics to avoid fall damage

Millie attempts to cast Grease.
[roll1] Concentration check if needed
If successful, or if concentration check not needed, Millie casts Grease on the ground underneath the rider farthest away from her but still within 30 ft. If no riders are within 30 ft of her, Millie will cast the spell 30 ft away from her current position as close as possible to the nearest rider.

For reference: if any character needs to make a Reflex save due to Grease, the DC is 15.

[TerrickTerran]

Noman's first arrow strikes true, as one of the masked characters drops, but his second arrow flies over all the heads, caught by the wind.

Hana slips out, and slips a bit in the mud, she doesn't quite fall, but she'll have a little trouble moving may only move or attack first round only

Millie hops out and immediately tumbles to the ground, falling face first in the mud. you are currently prone. 1's suck

[TerrickTerran]

The masked characters attack Noman as he is the only one visible to them at this moment.

[roll0]
[roll1]
[roll2]
[roll3]
[roll4]

[ProudGrognard]

Noman

Noman sees the attacks coming, and with a practiced eye, reads the horsemen's movements and moves so that he presents a bad target.

Activating Snake Style as an immediate action. Not sure if those where ranged or melee attacks. AC becomes
[roll0]

Is the guy hit by arrow still up?

[TerrickTerran]

The guy you hit has dropped. The attacks were all melee. Now, the others have their chance to get at the opponents.

[Mantid]

Myrra stands and faces the oncoming riders. "Let's try to slow one down," she growls. Summing up her mental energies, she lashes out at the closest rider, attacking his sense of equilibrium.

Preparing to manifest Collapse on the closest rider.

Enhancing it with 2 power points. If the rider fails a 15 Fort save, he falls prone (however Terrick chooses to handle that for a mounted target) and is sickened for 3 rounds.

[mistformsquirrl]

Hana, still partially stuck in the muck, hurls a kunai at the nearest rider as it passes by.

Attack Roll [roll0]
Damage Roll if it hits [roll1]

[Objection]

Ugh, that could've gone better, Millie thinks as she lifts herself out of the mud. Seeing how the enemy have closed in, she attempts to cast a spell to disrupt as many of them as possible.

Millie attempts to cast Grease, covering as many of the enemies as possible. Additionally, she will use the acid flask she pulled out before as a power component (material), meaning that creatures in the greased area take 1 damage per round as well as having to make a DC 15 Reflex save to avoid falling.

[roll0] Concentration check if needed

[TerrickTerran]

(Sorry been a bit slow...Christmas and work have been murder, but off for now)

Myrra
[roll0] He takes the full brunt of your power, sickened and prone now.

Millie
your spell just barely fizzles out as you try to cast it. Seems you were a little more shaken than you thought

Hana
your attack goes flying over the opponent's head

The attackers note their new opponents and start to split up a bit to attack.

Everyone
it's a new round, Noman going first, everyone will be able to act

[ProudGrognard]

Noman

Noman twists and turns around as weapons get shoved towards him. With a practices motion, he manages to put two arrows in the bow as he does. In the first turn, he sends them flying against the attacker closer at him.


FoB
[1d20+9 dmg [roll0]
[1d20+9 dmg [roll1]

EDIT: Damn. Rolling in the OOC

[mistformsquirrl]

As a rider closes with her, Hana delivers a flying snap-kick to the horse's face.

She's not trying to kill the horse, though if it happens, it happens, but she is trying to spook it enough that the rider will be forced to dismount to engage her properly.

Attack [roll0]
Damage if hit [roll1]

[ybn1197]

Slugging up the road towards the carriage, a battle axe in one hand and a smaller axe in the other, Brummbar hacks at the nearest combatant.

To Hit:
Battle Axe: [roll0]
Hand Axe: [roll1]

Damage:
Battle Axe: [roll2]
Hand Axe: [roll3]

[TerrickTerran]

Noman drops two, and Hana hits the horse but it doesn't seem to have much efect. The last two guys decide it's time to get out of dodge and rear off rushing away before the others can get to them.

[ProudGrognard]

Noman

Seeing his opponents make a run for it, Noman takes out two more arrows. He lets them loose as they go

"Going somewhere?"

Atk1 [roll0] dmg [roll1]
Atk2 [roll2] dmg [roll3]

[ybn1197]

Holstering his hand axe, Brummbar plants his battle axe head down and rests his hands on the end of the haft. He nods in appreciation of the shot Noman makes at the retreating brigands. "What pray-tell was that about?"

[Mantid]

"Oh no you don't!" Myrra hurries over to catch the opponent she knocked off the horse, doing her best to keep him from fleeing.

Trying to grapple him.

CBM - [roll0]

[mistformsquirrl]

Seeing the other surviving riders turn and flee, Hana turns to help Myrra subdue the last one by administering a good solid punch to the face.

Punching the last rider for subdual damage - [roll0] (does not include modifiers for grappled opponent since I don't know if Myrra succeeded.

Damage [roll1]

[TerrickTerran]

To cut a long story short, you have one down, one escaped, the rest are dead. The group is now free to question, search, and whatever else they would like to do.

[ProudGrognard]

Noman

...jumps down lithely from his perched position and starts tying the survivor securely. Then, he proceeds to check the bodies for clues and valuable things.

"Now, what was that about?"

[ybn1197]

Brumbar squints at the captive and then bends over so that his face fills the assailant's vision. "Da. I vould be thinking about vat brought you here to dis situation and be answering truthfully my friend. You see, you have attacked my friends here and dat has made me very angry. So lets be staying friends and telling us what it is you know. Good?"

Intimidate: [roll0]

[Mantid]

With the captive secure and her fellow passengers taking the interrogation upon themselves, Myrra excuses herself and hurries back to the carriage. "Are you alright, Kendra?" she asks, opening the carriage door. "Quite a ruckus to make after a funeral."

[Objection]

Millie initially thought about trying to get information out of the one troublemaker who had been captured, but when she saw that a dwarf had caught up to her and the others and was way ahead of her on the interrogation front, she decided instead to reunite with her cat. The chaotic battle had frightened Rita somewhat and she was hiding behind one of the wheels of the carriage before her halfling owner rushed over.

"There, there," Millie consoled, "the big folk are dealing with the nasty folk."

[TerrickTerran]

Kendra shakes her head. "I don't understand this. These were good townsfolk. Why would they attack us?"

The guy Brumbar is talking to stares at him blankly. It's as if the lights are on but no one is home.

There are no real valuables. Some basic weapons and leather armor is all that you find. However, make a perception check.

[Objection]

[roll0] Millie's Perception
[roll1] Rita's Perception

[ProudGrognard]

Noman perception

[roll0]

[Mantid]

Perception: [roll0]

[mistformsquirrl]

Hana eyes the captive intently but doesn't so much as move a muscle toward him. Just watching him closely.

Something very fishy here. she thinks.

Perception - [roll0]

[ybn1197]

Perception: [roll0]

[TerrickTerran]

For those who look, there are some strange...you're not quite sure if it's a marking or a tattoo but there's something unnatural about it. You can't quite put your finger on it.


If anyone has Knowledge Planes, they may make a check. Otherwise anyone can try an intelligence check.

Somewhere Noman has disappeared as has most of the other bodies.

[Objection]

[roll0] Millie's Knowledge of the Planes

[mistformsquirrl]

Hana ponders the strange marking.

[roll0]

[Mygicmeen]

Morkren Greyslate

Morkren walks through the rain loaded down with his immense list of travel gear, clinkinking, clanking, and clomping. He is musing over how it didn't seem so long ago that the old Professor had taught him that books were valuable to everyone, be they traveler or be they a peasant or be they king. Aye, the Professor had even changed his life. Morkren constantly found himself on the hunt for new horizons...in the direction of some rare book or piece of knowledge. Morkren reveled in travel...

Suddenly Morkren is ripped from his day dreaming as he sees the sight of figures hazed in rain, standing over forms streaked in pink. What madness was this then?

"Alright then lads..what this here then?"

As Morkren says this he loosens his axe and hopes his shield can be at the ready. He looks for an escape route, knowing he couldn't possibly stand against this group if they were concerted evil.

Morkren takes in a good look, hoping to spot everyone, their weapons, and any clues as to what just happened, and if they look like they are about to attack him.
Perception [roll0]
Sense Motive just in case ;-) [roll1]

[TerrickTerran]

No one seems to know what the markings are. As you see the mysterious newcomer, Kendra suddenly requests that you all leave the place. She doesn't feel safe and that perhaps its time to hear the reading of the will.

[mistformsquirrl]

Hana approaches the newcomer cautiously, ignoring Kendra for a moment.

"Who are you? This is not the best time to be showing up unannounced, we've just been attacked and well... who are you? Why are you here?"

[Mygicmeen]

Hana approaches the newcomer cautiously, ignoring Kendra for a moment.

"Who are you? This is not the best time to be showing up unannounced, we've just been attacked and well... who are you? Why are you here?"

Recognizing some people from the funeral now, Morkren puts his faith in the Professor, Desna, and good in general that these people before him were not evil doers.

"Aye Lass, I'm Morkren Greyslate. Traveler and Inquisitor of Desna. I was heading to the Professor's manner to give condolence's to the daughter I had heard he had. I've never met the girl before. Is anyone hurt?"

[mistformsquirrl]

"I'm fine, but, we appear to be missing someone... there was a hobbled man with a bow with us." Hana looks about nervously. "Those riders must have taken him... that's not good, we don't know where they went..."

[Mantid]

"I don't think we should stand on the road discussing this," Myrra comments. "They know where we stopped. Let's give them a moving target at least. If Kendra recognizes him, he can ride on the roof with whomever is driving... umm. Some is capable of driving the horses, right?"

[ybn1197]

Brumbar looks up and Myrra and shakes his head affirmatively.

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"Agreed. Ve should not be staying here. I vill not drive the carriage but I vill walk with da horses and help keep dem calm as ve pass troo dis troubled land."

[mistformsquirrl]

"I suppose you're right, but it doesn't sit well with me nontheless."

[TerrickTerran]

Well despite everything, it's now a fairly quite ride back to the residence. Kendra sighs in relief. "I don't know what happened but right now I'd like to forget it. Please come with me for the reading of the will." She opens the door for everyone to enter.

[Mygicmeen]

Morkren gets in

[Khadavla]

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Elisa Tsunade

Active Spells: Endure Elements

Further down the road, on Professor Loromir's porch, a young woman sat in a halfing sized rocking chair in a snug red dress with a low neck. A medallion of Saranrae, forged of precious metals, hung over her heart, the tip tickling her cleavage. Her sheathed scimitar sat over her knees, and a frame back pack with a number of straps rested between her and the door. Though her dress was fairly dry—unlike the cloak thrown over the back of the chair—her fiery tresses were muted to russet by the rain. A few droplets still mingled with the tears on high cheekbones.

A few years back, as a novice cleric, she's been assigned from a lager, nearby city to assist the local parish priest. She had become good friends with the professor and his daughter at the time and spent many evenings on this porch drinking in his seemingly limitless supply of lore.

She'd not been able to bring herself to watch him lowered into the ground. After whispering a small prayer of her own, she'd al but fled here by a footpath. Now she waited, growing more concerned by the minute, for Kendra and the others the barrister said she was bringing.