Return of the Renakor Foreign Legion IC

[redzimmer]

OOC is here (http://www.giantitp.com/forums/showthread.php?447367-Return-of-the-Renakor-Foreign-Legion-OOC&p=19902413#post19902413).


Prelude...

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Gerta swung her greatsword into the spine of the sand giant's skeleton. With a satisfying snap, the undead creature breaks in half, the negative energies animating it spent.

"We are being attacked!" she hears Ferros, the half-golem/half-ogre captain shout. "Squad Five! Squad Three! Charge!"


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In the middle distance, the neanderthal sees what appear to be giant wood and metal scorpions. The squads under Ferros charge towards the creatures. Even as they draw close, invisible mounted attackers appear and slice the Legionnaires to ribbons. Ferros alone seems to stand to the assault.

"Stop him!" Abbas, the binder calls out. Gerta turns to see the deserter, Pvt. Morgenstern a-mount on a skeletal horse.

"Squad Six, get that bastard!" with Ferros occupied, the brutal gnome drill sergeant was nominally in command.

The deserter and his horse make good use of the chaos, rush through the broken gates and ride off into the night.

As Squad Leader, Corporal Harringson leads the remains of the squad after Morgenstern. Already Sen Mao and Jimmy had been killed in the attack. Gurrock, Hardy, Abbas and Chiel follow.

"Let's go Gerta, we've got our orders," Harringson shouts.

The barbarian wrenches her blade free from the giant's spine and lopes after her squad. The deserter's horse leading them away from the melee...

[redzimmer]

Several Days Later...


The Return of the Renakor Foreign Legion!




Player
Character
Race
Class
Rank


Starbin (http://www.giantitp.com/forums/member.php?60065-Starbin)
Gerta (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=389034)
Neanderthal
Ranger/Barbarian
Corporal 2nd Class


esorscher (http://www.giantitp.com/forums/member.php?35833-esorscher)
Eli Mann (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=577071)
Human
Sorcerer
Private 1st Class


Fellhammer (http://www.giantitp.com/forums/member.php?54678-Felhammer)
Derror "Bootstrap" Thurrg of Clan Bashuk (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=576475)
Gnoll
Barbarian
Penal Battalion - Rank suspended


AtlasSniperman (http://www.giantitp.com/forums/member.php?96117-AtlasSniperman)
Salvei (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=570783)
Human
Rogue/Druid
Private 2nd Class


BooNL (http://www.giantitp.com/forums/member.php?30504-BooNL)
Justinian Benir (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=569921)
Human
Archivist
Private 2nd Class


Sian (http://www.giantitp.com/forums/member.php?65220-Sian)
Illanar Haroran (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=570854)
Half-elf
Bard/Marshal
Private 1st Class


You arrive on Clot, the shantytown island, Legion sashes and epaulets hidden as per your orders. You are met by a short, unassuming local, Taldras by birth. He gives the agreed-upon code phrase and accepts your counter-phrase.

"I am Mehmet, please come quickly. We have much to discuss," he says, turning and walking off, not waiting to see if you follow.

There are several hovels, numerous huts made from driftwood and stones and the occasional lean-to or tent.

Marching through the pathways (to call them streets would be to give them undue grandeur) are a few armed pairs of half-orcs. Most denizens clear a path to these soldiers.

You recognize the half-orcs as Twice-Blooded; so-called because of the two oaths they take, to serve their emir and to eradicate all ferenghi in Taldras.

Your guide hurriedly leads you to a more-solidly built hovel, it having a clear set of walls and a solid door. Within is a trapdoor, leading to a cellar.

In the cellar is a table, upon which lies a water-logged corpse. Standing over the corpse, a rather cadaverous man is chanting while holding a scroll.

This man is a dread necromancer/warlock. He is coaxing a scroll or raise dead to work on the body.

[redzimmer]

Gerta

The last thing you remember was following the deserter for a day and a half, finally coming to what looked to be an abandoned temple. It had some sort of dragon motif.

Your squad corporal ordered you to return to the Outpost and report this to Capt. Ferros. When you reached the Outpost, there were no Legionnaires remaining. Those weird wooden scorpion had taken up a perimeter around the Outpost and half-orcs were guarding the broken gates.

You recall a "psst" and you followed it to the rocky beach west of the outpost.

There two surviving legionnaires, the gnome sergeant and the dwarf cook, were about to disembark on a rowboat. You knew of a small town situated north of the outpost.

From there Sgt. Ben Zara plans to contact the Legion and retake the Outpost. She ordered you to get rowing. The rest of Squad Six would have to fend for themselves.

Then you felt something wickedly thin pierce your throat.

All went dark...

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You briefly find yourself in a lush land absolutely teeming with life... but a nagging compulsion to finish a job you started keeps distracting you.

Your eyes open. You are on a table surrounded by strangers. A gnoll... no, not Gurrock. Humans. An elf? No half-elf.

The gnome enters the room.

"Half-orcs. Armed and snooping around. Can you stand, Second Corporal Gerta?" the one-eyed sergeant asks. Looks like you just got promoted.

The Rest of You

She looks at the rest of you.

"You must be the ISTAR unit. All of you, look smart. Don't start a fight, but don't lose one."

She keeps a hand on her small bastard sword.

[redzimmer]

Sgt. Sharan Ben Zara, Gnome Fighter/Exotic Weapons Master 6/3

"Try to lay low... be back here at sunset," the gnome says to Illanar and Eli.

"Cprl. Gerta, the gnoll's a Penal, so that makes him your responsibility."

"You two," she says, pointing at Justinian and Salvei, "You're to stay here unless one of your squadmates will vouch for you. I suggest you all get ready for a boat ride once its dark."

[AtlasSniperman]

Salvei

Salvei nods his understanding, rats skittering at a very slow rate into the room around them, moving to hide under furniture where they can see but not disturb anyone.
"Ma'am?" He speaks after the gnome finishes, giving a moment to decide if it's reasonable to continue. "No disrespect meant but I worry to the capacity of the vessel? We may not all fit on a smaller device." His strange emphasis on the word 'We' making it sound almost as if he meant 'I'.

[redzimmer]

Salvei

The gnome snorts a laugh.

"Don't you and your little horde worry your pretty little heads, Private. I rented a dory which'll fit you all, no mistake."

Sharan Ben Zara (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=584195)
Female LN Rock Gnome Fighter/Exotic Weapon Master, Level 6/3, Init 0, HP 94/94, Speed
AC 21, Touch 11, Flat-footed 21, Fort 14, Ref 5, Will 5, Base Attack Bonus 9
Small Bastard Sword +1 +15 (1d8+6, 17-20/x2)
Small Masterwork Light Crossbow (10) +11 (1d6+2, 19-20/x2)
Small Breastplate +2, Small Light Steel Shield +1 (+7 Armor, +2 Shield, +1 Size, +1 Natural)
Abilities Str 16, Dex 10, Con 18, Int 16, Wis 10, Cha 15
Condition None

[redzimmer]

"Er... so are we good now, Sarge?" the man with the scroll asks.

"Yeah Zaegel, I'll note you as Failure to Repair instead of Desertion. Once these bigjobs get the Outpost sorted, I'll expect you back at the infirmary."

The man coughs guiltily, scratches his head and sidles upstairs.

[esorscher]

Eli nods with a wink and a smile, and heads straight for the brothel. Nothing like a woman on the eve of a mission, especially one with such a high risk. Traveling deep into probably conquered territory, investigating the disappearance of not only an outpost, but also the envoy sent there... Eli didn't like his chances. And he wasn't going to die regretting that last chance for a lay. And although he knew logically that the feelings the women expressed for him were as real as the ones he professed to them, he also knew enough about himself that he could forget that fact for a while, and that, at the end of the day, he really didn't care. He'll spend a handful of gold on a woman, preferring one with an ample bosom and a toothy grin, then head to the tavern for a bit of liquid courage--enough to get a healthy buzz, but not to significantly impair his decision-making--to complement his afternoon delight, before returning to the unit at sundown for his orders.

I don't have energy/time to research and identify the best ways to spend my gold tonight, but I'll take care of it this weekend. Spending 5 gold on his debauchery.

[Starbin]

Gerta

Blinking at the light, Gerta immediately reached for her weapon ... until she saw the sergeant standing there, saying something. Lumbering to her feet, she stood at attention, nodding with a mumbled, "Yes, Sergeant." . As she looked around the room, realizing she didn't know anyone here but the sarge and Gurrock ... wait ... the folk looked different. Fur was darker, muzzle wider ... he wasn't Gurrock.

Remembering the prick at her neck, Getta rubbed at the spot, checking for blood. What had happened? She recalled the fight, the chase, the retreat ... then darkness and this. What we going on?

Suddenly, Gerta realized some of the people were staring at her ... and something nagged at the back of her memoru. Had the sarge called her corporal?

Gulping, Greta glanced at the people again, not really sure who they were or what their skills were. With a grunt, she waved to the folks to follow her. "Uh, you lot, follow me. We eat, then sleep. Talk more later."

That should do it ...

[Felhammer]

Derror

The gnoll runs his paw through his mane of scraggly black hair. He looks around, occasionally sniffing the air. He snorts, burps and farts and never once apologizes. The culture he came from does not waste time with meaningless platitudes and, honestly, he doesn't feel like changing his way of life to accommodate all the fur-less swine he finds himself living with now. He looks at the boat and shrugs. He had seen many rickety boats back when he lived in the Northlunds. Gnolls were never known for their engineering prowess, so clan-mates would often die while fishing or traveling by boat. The unlucky ones would fall into the ice-cold water, then manage to swim to shore, only to die from exposure. Derror's uncle had died that way. He died a coward's death. He died shriveled up in the fetal position, clinging to a wet blanket. The stain of his uncle's dishonor lingered upon all of the Thurrgs, most especially Derror as the two were hunting-mates. It was his uncle's dishonor that was probably the root cause as to why the clan elders thought it best to send Derror away; away to join a foreign legion and never return home. To die a warrior's death in some distant land, fighting some unknown enemy. His sacrifice would bring honor back to the Thurrgs. Derror was happy about that. It gave him solace to know that his sacrifice would allow his liter-mates to live freer, better lives.

The gnoll is shaken out of his contemplation by the corporal, "Derror like food. What Corporal going to buy for pack? Derror like meat. Raw meat. Not cooked."

[Sian]

Illanar nodded to the Gnome "Briefings tonight then? I'd like to know more about how you ended up here, instead of at Outpost Four where we were to expect finding you if all were well". Afterwards Illanar took his leave, with the approaching expedition into the desert he knew he would have to buy some robes to better keep out the heat, a secondary weapon which could be used from behind allies wouldn't go amiss either. And while the shantytown was a sorry excuse for a place to live and be for that matter, Illanar knew that commoners sometimes had an ability to learn things they weren't always expected to know, specially when it wasn't explicitly kept secret, although he kept an eye out of leaving in time to get back to the base before sundown.


Gather Information [roll0], to get anything out of Gather infomation I'll have to sniff around for [roll1] hours so if I can't get anything in the alloted time I'm abandoning the attempt, or make do with an incomplete attempt (there aren't any rules for how this should/could be done through)

[BooNL]

Justinian

DC 15 Religion check

[roll0]

Wow, first natural one of the game!


Justinian kept to himself most of the journey to Clot. He did not know his squadmates well enough and in all honesty, they kind of frightened him. Maybe signing up with the Legion wasn't the best of ideas. Nevertheless, he was here now and he had to make the best of it.
Arriving at the hovel, Justinian took a look at the chanting man who was clearly performing some ritual on the corpse. He could not quite decipher his incantations though, necromancy and dead rites had never been his field of study. He knew he had to invest more time in his studies, if he couldn't identify what magics his newfound allies were using, who knew what kind of terrors his enemies might have in store for him. He shudders at the thought of actually having enemies. Justinian wraps his arms around himself tightly, why couldn't he just have stayed at the temple, he asked himself.

The young priest kept his mouth shut when the gnome spoke, mostly for fear of reprimand. Though he would not know what to say to her if asked anything. He kept quiet until Gerta spoke up and started ordering everyone around.
He quietly piped up, attempting to introduce himself to her. "Eh, Private Benir, eh reporting for duty. Uhm, ma'am," he quickly averted his eyes, hoping he did not anger the corporal.

[redzimmer]

Hours pass.

Eli

After partaking in the local custom, Eli sits in the bar beside the House of Negotiable Virtue. He sees a pair of half-orc soldiers elbow each other and mutter about you, guffaws between growling comments.

DC 10

Illanar

The shops and stalls of the market are woefully inadequate unless you want spoiled food, illicit goods or colourful diseases.

Fortunately the QM at Outpost Taldras One was well-stocked, and you had your pay packets prior to departing on this mission.

Gerta, Derror, Justinian, Salvei

Food, as it is, is supplied for you by the curiously shaven dwarf cook. It consists of dry bread and dry cheese and dull beer. After a moment, he tosses Derror and just-killed chicken.

[Sian]

Some 10 minutes before sundown Illanar comes back to the hovel a bit green around the gills, waving off any offer of food from the resident cook. Those poor sods sold soiled food as it was some of the newer available they had, with no sight of fish even if it very charitably could be called a fishing village.

Illicit goods could be interesting to investigate, but Illanar didn't really bother about it, both because it was to be excepted in a shantytown and that he frankly didn't care all that much as long as he wasn't in a position either having to do it, or getting something out of doing it, no matter to which end something should or could be done. Colorful diseases, well Illanar steered well clear of those as while he was appreciative of women, no matter their race, he felt he was worth more than any of them could offer him in connections.

[Felhammer]

Derror

The gnoll looks at his plate in bewilderment. Tasteless cheese, tasteless bread, weak beer... None it was appetizing. None of it was worthy of a Gnoll warrior. These fur-less swine do not know how to... Live!

The dwarf then surprises the barbarian by slapping a dead chicken on his tray. The Gnoll's eyes light up with sheer excitement. It had been many months since he last tasted fresh meat. He would savor every bite of this bird. "Derror like chicken. Dwarf good man. Derror and Dwarf now friends. If Cook need anything, Derror do it!"

The Gnoll then meanders away and finds a seat. He picks up the bird carcass as if it were a holy relic. He rolls the chicken around in his hands, trying to decide where to begin the feast. Eventually he chooses to start with the head. With one big bite, he tears off the head and most of the neck off of its body. The display is quite gruesome to all sitting near the barbarian, as he a) does not chew with his moth closed and b) allows the blood to trickle out of his moth and drip on to his fur and clothing. "Chicken good. Derror like chicken."

[esorscher]

Eli casually attempts to listen to the orc's conversation, though he's never paid much attention to these sorts of things.

[roll0]

[BooNL]

Justinian

During the meal Justinian kept to himself, his only words spoken were a quiet, stammered "thank you" to the cook. He did not mind that the bread was stale, he was used to modest food at the temple. His appetite quickly soured when he saw the gnoll chomping down on the dead chicken. In a quiet protest he nudged his seat a little further away from Derror.

Even though the beer was fairly week it rose to Justinians head, he generally never had more than half a pint, he was on his second now. Feeling a little tipsy, confused and intrigued, he decided he needed some answers from the group. "So, does anyone know what exactly is going on here? What are we being sent in to?"

[Starbin]

Gerta

Gerta acknowledged the others with a simple nod, then moved out to get food. She ate without speaking, staring at her plate more than anywhere else. Occassionally, she'd sneak a peek at the others, but typically returned her gazed hurriedly to the task at hand. She did pause and stare wistfully as the dog-man walked off and tore into his raw chicken, the sight evoking primal urges in her for some reason.

Shaking it away, she finished her meal, mumbling thanks to the cook and sat back, wondering how she could be expected to in charge of anything, let alone other people. Once, her life might have been meant for something akin to being 'in charge' ... now, she just wanted to serve and find her own way.

Lost in thought, she didn't reply to Justinian's question. But after a few moments she shrugged and murmured, "We're Legion. We do as told.".

How could it be any simpler?

[AtlasSniperman]

During the meal, Salvei often rips a chunk off of whatever he's eating and tosses it over his shoulder. Once finished he settled into a corner and patted his lap, resulting in a collection of rats scurrying over him.

"So, does anyone know what exactly is going on here? What are we being sent in to?"

Not hearing Gerta's response, he speaks up "All are being sent where all are needed, to kill or capture we would assume." He shrugged, petting the rodents on his lap. Not paying any mind when one scurries off and another returns in its place.

[redzimmer]

Gerta

After midday mess the gnome hands you your new rank sash and epaulets. Then she hands you 30 shiny platinum coins.

[Felhammer]

Derror

While still messily ripping and tearing into the bird carcass the Gnolls responds, "Derror and friends sent to kill. Derror and friends come home. Legion work easy."

[redzimmer]

Zaegel the Dread Warlock

The cadaverous human who revived Gerta sidles over to the gnoll barbarian after the gnome returns to the cellar.

"Er, begging yer pardon? I got through th' grapevine from a certain mutual friend you'd be near here parts. Y'need anythings I can hook y'up."

[Starbin]

Gerta

Gerta took her coins and put them away. She stared at the epaulets for a moment, then finally placed them on her shoulders. With a sigh, she stood up after her meal, ready to head back to whatever barracks they had set up. She turned to say something to the gnoll, who was her responsiblity, but was interupted by the arrival of the rezzer. To his question, she shrugged.

"I'm fine for now." She turned to see if the others took the man up on his offer.

[AtlasSniperman]

Salvei

Salvei simply glared at the man, whistling a rat back to him that had begun to scurry over. "Patience is a virtue I'm afraid. We am not a virtuous people."

[Felhammer]

Derror

The gnoll recognized this warlock. He was from the seedy underbelly of the Legion. Since his time in the penal brigade began, Derror had made quite a few contacts that were... Shady. No, disreputable would be the better term. They were useful in ways, especially compared to the normal requisition officers.

The gnoll stares into the warlock's eyes, mouth still covered in gore, and says, "Derror want healing stick. Derror no die if healing stick poke Derror. Derror had other friend poke Derror and Derror wounds heal. Derror need healing stick." He looks over at his companions, "Derror poor. Derror need money. Derror want healing stick. Friends give Derror gold, Derror buy healing stick. On mission, Derror and friends use healing stick and no die. Derror make good plan."

[Felhammer]

Derror

After a moment, the gnoll adds, "Derror also think Warlock has other stuff friends want. Derror say friends ask Warlock."

[redzimmer]

Dusk falls.

The six of you, Derror, Gerta, Justinian, Salvei, Allanar and Eli are mustered in the cellar of the Legion safehouse. Sgt. Ben Zara waves away all pretense of parade attention and has you all gather around a crude map of Outpost Taldras Four:

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"It has now been a week since Outpost Four fell. This happened in three stages:"

She points to the map with a stick as she recounts the events.

"Just after muster, a pair of Legion deserters appeared from the south, pursued group of Twice-Blooded light cavalry. One was killed, the other reached the gates. The Pig Scouts told Cprl. Harrigson, leader of Squad Six these two had desecrated some holy site or some such, and we were to surrender the surviving deserter. Captain Ferros rebuked this request, as per Legion policy."

She points to the building marked "infirmary."

"The dead deserter was laid in state here. Seems Pvt. Gurrock, a southern gnoll was most insistent he get a proper burial."

She then points to an area west of the walls.

"Third watch after dark, said dead deserter rose up, as did a score of dead buried to the west of the Outpost. They proceeded to break down the main gates."

And again pointing south.

"Then persons unknown appeared to the south and completed the destruction of the gates. These attackers may or may not have been in concert with the undead. This is unlikely as the undead attacked these newcomers as well. It needs to be noted the second attackers had strong magical aid, as we were beset for siege golems, five in number, each was magically camouflaged until they began to fire upon the gate."

She now points to the stockade.

"At some point during this melee, the deserter used this as an opportunity to escape. Cprl. Gerta was among the Squad Six dispatched to collect him."

She draws a line heading southeast.

"This Squad bypassed the outside attackers. Captain Ferros and Squads One through Four sallied forth to meet our attackers. I remained within the Outpost commanding Squad Five, attempting to repell the still-risen undead."

She then draws a line along the northwest corner of the Outpost.

"The Captain and all hands were killed. He single-handedly destroyed two of the golems before succumbing to his injuries. When it became clear the Outpost was lost, myself, Pvt. Shale here and Pvt. Denin exited the Outpost through a hidden sally port to the northeast shore. We reconnoitered the base to determine the identity of our attackers, but from our investigation we could only determine they were not the Twice-Blooded encountered the day prior. We then proceeded to a hidden boat along the shore. We determined it best to wait until the next night as day was now breaking."

She then points to the southeast again.

"Cprl Gerta returned the next evening and rendezvoused with us. She and Pvt. Denin were cut down as we rowed for Clot. Due to possible Intelligence she may possess, Cprl. Gerta was determined to be raised. We are here now."

She rolls up the map.

"You, my fine Bigjobs, have a four-part task: One, you are to return to Outpost Taldras Four under whatever cover you deem appropriate. Two, you are to determine the identity of the powers involved in the attack on our Outpost. Three, you are to head southeast and rendezvous with Cprl. Harringson's Squad Six. Four, you are to find the deserter and exact swift Legion Justice upon him."

She pauses, looking for comprehension.

"That means kill him, and if possible bring back his head for Traitor's Hill."

A passive pyramid of skulls outside of Outpost Taldras One, made of the severed heads of Legion deserters, criminals, et cetera.

"Questions?"

[Sian]

Illanar thought for a few minutes mentally counting how much money he had left and came to a conclusion ["I'll foot the cost for the wand of cure light wounds, we can figure out splitting the cost for it later on"


I'll write it on my inventory and delete the cash

---

Illanar scatched his chin for a second going over the lists "So, if i'm counting correctly we can have up to 4 semi-independent plots going on here? deserters first fleeing to the outpost even if they'll ought to know they'll be killed there for deserting, the Twice-Blooded chasing them for pissing on a holy stone, the rising undead, and a rapid siege by unknown assailents supported by golems?"


Knowledge History: [roll0], on the Twice-Blooded
Bardic Knowledge: [roll1] any obvious suscepts for coming out of nowhere in that area attacking with siege golems?

[Starbin]

Gerta

Gerta listened silently as the Sgt spoke, not giving away anything as she stared at the map. She remember the fight, up until things turned hazy, but was racking her brains for information that could be useful - especially since the Legion had taken the effort to bring her back to life and all.

Upon the request for questions, she simply watched the others, curious as to what they might ask on the matter.

Any chance Gerta DOES know some stuff?

[redzimmer]

Illanar

k:h- Half-orcs who take two bloodoaths. One to serve their Emir to the death, one to drive out all foreign powers. Half-orcs are generally integrated in Taldras, given sanctuary after pogroms in Thenes drove most orc-blooded from their lands. Long story. Very compelling.

Bk- The caliph and the various emirs in Taldras are not known for their ability to field something as expensive as siege golems. Foreign (non-Taldras) powers are trying to take advantage of the current state of strife among the emirs to carve out colonies here. Along with Renakor, Ekern, Thenes, Jenador and Entaurus all have "volunteer" armies abroad.

Gerta

You know the location of the abandoned temple which the deserter fled into. You were away from the Outpost before the identities of the assailants could be determined.

[Felhammer]

Derror

The barbarian helps his friend seal the deal for the wand. The group then heads off to listen to the Sergeant speak. The gnoll doesn't pay much attention. Common was not his first tongue and he often struggled with its complexities. He preferred the guttural yaps and high pitch moans of his native gnollish. Still, he tried his best to follow along. Then boredom struck. Talking was exhausting, worse than a day's march. He shifted his weight from side to side, scratched his mane of hair and fiddled with the hilt of his flail. Anything was better than sitting here talking about doing things. Derror was a man of action. A weapon forged in the hellfires of battle. Talking was for smarter people. The gnoll preferred the simplicity of combat. Towards the end of the debriefing, his ears perked up.

"Derror thinks all deserters deserve death. Derror will kill deserter. Can head be smooshed by flail? Derror like flail. Derror also has glaive but glaive harder to use. Flail hit, flail kill. Derror love flails."

[redzimmer]

Derror

The gnome ponders the question.

"Fine, try to keep all the head in one piece if you can."

She looks around at the rest.

"Well?"

[AtlasSniperman]

Salvei

Watching and listening intently, the young man waits his turn to begin questions.
"Ma'am, We are curious to the location of the tunnel used for exfiltration that night?"

Commiting the crude map to memory as best he could, he then turned to Gerta, doing a short nodding-bow before continuing. "Do you remember the state of Squad Six before your rendezvous? Any information may be of great assistance."

An idea popped into his head, leading Salvei to turn back to the Gnome. "We are curious. Is it known by you which won control of the outpost? If the Undead and Invaders attacked each other, quite likely one won."

It was always better to be prepared.

[redzimmer]

Salvei

"...we? Oh yes. You're the Rat King. Remember regulations re: animal companion, by the way. No attacking Leionnaires, no attacking allied civilians, only eat allotted Legion stores or what you scavenge elsewhere. Anyway, the exit/ingress is here:"

She points to an area just west of the fort along the beach.

"This exit is surrounded by a field of blast discs and stones with simple cantrips cast upon them, so as to confuse people who might cast about detecting magic to find said blast discs."

Blast disc: magical landmine, found in Heroes of Battle.

Gerta

Harringson, Gurrock, Chiel the sorcerer and Abbas the binder were all alive and able when you left them, though Abbas was rather... peculiar.

Salvei

"By the time I met up with Cprl. Gerta the undead had been dispatched by the attackers, and given neither Gerta or Pvt. Denin rose up, whatever was animating the lot stopped."

[redzimmer]

Eli Mann

"What about you, War Wizard?" the gnome asks, using the terms for elite Ekern battle casters. "Never knew and Ekarshi who didn't have 300 questions when told to put on her boots."

[esorscher]

"Seems pretty straight forward enough. No way to tell which rocks are the blast disks, I suppose. Guess we'll just hover our way to the exit. Just kidding. I have no way of hovering." Eli shrugs, looking bored. "Just point out for me where to shoot," he says to Gerta.

[redzimmer]

Sgt. Ben Zara

"Well until further notice, you can consider this little bolthole as the nominal Outpost Taldras Five. After you have determined the parties holding Outpost Four, a decision will be made as to whether to reclaim or destroy Outpost Four."

"You are all on active special duty. You are outside regular chain of command, as you are currently attached to an Outpost under enemy control. This means you are not required to report for muster at your base of command each morning. This also means you cannot easily access your monthly pay or requisition supplies through normal channels."

She looks at Zaegel very pointedly.

"The rumors of a 'Black Market' within the Legion are just that, a scurrilous lie placed by our enemies to lower morale. And anyone saying otherwise should be reported to me so that I may refute the rumor personally."

"You can contact me through any means you have at hand, or return here. If I am killed, you will need to contact Major LeBerg at Outpost Taldras Two, the closest outpost to here after Four. Now get out of here."

[Felhammer]

Derror

The gnoll nods and walks out of the meeting, a smile on his face, a skip to his stride and a hand on his flail.

[AtlasSniperman]

Salvei

The young human turns to Cpl Gerta and nods. "We shall follow. And our meals are why we hunger for battle."

[esorscher]

Eli nods and departs with the rest, following at the rear of the group.

[redzimmer]

Special Task Force Taldras

As time passes, your Squad may earn an official nickname, which can add to your renown.

Night in Clot is a different kettle of fish altogether from daytime. Everyone with any sense scuttles into their respective holes. Those who would prey on them, those too stupid or too destitute to hide, and those with nothing to fear still walk the dark alleys between decrepit buildings.

Derror and Illanar can see easily in even this low-light. The rest see only silhouettes and small flickering torches. From your briefing, you know the boat you have requisitioned is on the dock to the south. The only businesses open are the tavern tent and the brothel. You are still not in uniform.

[Starbin]

Gerta

Gerta didn't speak much. She shared what she remembered of the past, and what she remembered of her squad mates. But most of it was lost after she fell. It seemed her memory would not be the difference between success and failure, so she stood when dismissed and walked out. Turning to the others, she spoke, her voice thick and slow. "We've got a mission. Get supplies, we leave soon. If you have ideas, say them. Pretty simple, ya?"

She waited to see if anyone had anything to say, but otherwise, she planned on heading back to the room for rest and leaving in the morning. Of course, she might be swayed by a better plan ...

Sorry about the delay ...

[redzimmer]

Y'all

If you will. Alternating weekend is here, thus my posting shall be sporadic.

[AtlasSniperman]

Salvei

Watching as best he can during their passage to the boat, Salvei tries to as accurately remember the path as possible, his rats crawling in the peripheral vision of anyone around.


Spot [roll0]
Listen [roll1]

How do you roll a 2 on a d20, twice in a row?

[Felhammer]

Derror

He's used to being ordered around, so he lets the others lead the way. He prefers to look at the stars. He marvels at how different they look from this place compared to the Northlunds.

[esorscher]

Eli is too distracted by his own thoughts to even consider that there might be something worth observing.

Inattentive flaw.

[redzimmer]

Illanar

You the sound of metal armor clanking, and then the hasty muffle of someone trying to be quiet after the fact.

[Sian]

Illanar keeps moving while trying to inconspicuously looking around and with a low voice warns the others "Appears that we have someone trying to sneak around, and they aren't all that good at it. better keep our eyes and ears open in case its something we should be concerned about, and prehaps get somewhere with fewer people around, just in case."


bluffing to appear inconspicuous [roll0]
actively retrying to spot; [roll1]

[redzimmer]

What do your Half-Elf eyes see?

As your party moves away from the safehouse, you see the human who led you there-Mehmet-hurriedly ushering armed men towards it.

By their outfits and race, they must be half-Orcs loyal to one of the emirs actively belligerent towards the Legion.


Taldras is divided into ten Emirates. They are constantly at war with each other.
Emir Hamid Ay Tildris is allied with the Legion as he is cash-rich but soldier poor. Some of the other nine emirs have thrown their lot in with other foreign powers.
The Caliph is happy with this status quo as fighting emirs do not ally against him.
Additionally, some further emirs are very anti-foreigner and employ such martial groups as the aforementioned Twice-Blooded.

[Sian]

"Corporal Gerta, I'm suggesting that we loop around getting back to the safehouse post-haste. Looks like the guy that led the rest of us there is mounting an attack on it supported by Twice-Blooded. Else we might well suddenly have Outpost Two as the closest port of call, while deep what must be considered enemy territory. And question is if Outpost Two even know we're out here, while I'm guessing its quite certain that if they scour the safehouse they're going to chase us anyhows"


Activating Aura 'Motivate Dexterity' giving the whole party (and any allies i get within 60ft of) +3 on all Dex checks, dex-based skill checks and Initiative checks

[Starbin]

Gerta

Gerta was focused on getting to their next point when the half-elf spoke up. Blinking, Gerta looked back, eyes straining to see in the darkness. "Twice-blooded? Are you sure? How many?"

While she was ready to take the fight to them, Twice-blooded were no jokes ... and if they were betrayed, it might be best they get out before the traitors caught them as well.

[esorscher]

"Huh? Okay." Eli says.

[Sian]

"Beyond Mehmet, the guy that lead the rest of us to the safehouse, 3 half-orcs and 5 others that I believe all was humans. 9 man all in all, if we go join up helping the temporary outpost it'll be the six of us, plus Zaegel and Ben Zara. I'd be much more comfortable knowing that we'd have some protential support place to retreat here, than having to walk to Outpost Two"


How far away would I guess Outpost Two would be?

[redzimmer]

"Beyond Mehmet, the guy that lead the rest of us to the safehouse, 3 half-orcs and 5 others that I believe all was humans. 9 man all in all, if we go join up helping the temporary outpost it'll be the six of us, plus Zaegel and Ben Zara. I'd be much more comfortable knowing that we'd have some protential support place to retreat here, than having to walk to Outpost Two"


How far away would I guess Outpost Two would be?

A week overland, two by boat, faster if on mounts. You alos recall the dwarf shale is at the safehouse. Anyone from Entaurus knowns what the shaved beard means. K:H 10 for anyone else if curious.

Sense Motive [roll0]

Certain he wasn't heard, Mehmet has his small attack force surround the building. He begins to engage in a "secret knock/password" exchange.

[Felhammer]

Derror

The gnoll puts his hand on the hilt of his flail and whispers, "Derror ready to fight."

[Starbin]

Gerta

Uncertain which orders were supposed to take precedence, Gerta figured the presence of potential enemies trumped most things. Besides, if she disobeyed, most likely they would strip her of status and she could go back to the rank and file. Win-win ...

With a grunt, she pointed in the direction the half-elf had indicated. "Anyone got something to help? Need light ... or area. The rest of us ... kill 'em all."

Gerta waited for a moment to see if the others could add, then moved swiftly across the space - not with a howl or cry or anything stupid, but with a lumbering singular sense of purpose.

Figure we probably need light, but if not would like to allow any pre-fight spells to go (like sleep, while they're all bunched up ... or any other AoE spells. The Gerta will charge and swing.

[roll0] (+2 more if charge is permissable); [roll1]

Don't remember if we're using initiative rules, but Gerta's is +4 right now, thanks to aura.

Status
AC: 15 (13 if a charge is available) HPs: 26/26
F +7 R +3 W +0
Effects: Aura (+3 dex checks/skills/initiative)

[redzimmer]

Legion Ho

The group of attackers are intent on their prey. The three half-orcs surround the main entrance, while the five humans skull around back to cover what must be a secret exit. Mehmet is thorough in planning if not very observant.


The building is rectangular, made of mortared stone and a thatched grass roof.
It's 60 ft (12 squares) x 40 feet (8 squares). The front door is central on the west 60 ft wall, the five humans are at the north 40 ft wall, all bunched with ten feet of each other. They wear light armor, shields and short swords.
Mehmet faces the door unarmed. The half-orcs hug the wall, armed with morningstars and wearing breastplates.
You are southwest, 60 feet from the southwest corner

[Sian]

Illanar blinks for a second at the request for light, before he remembers that humans can't see anywhere as clearly in the twilight darkness as he can. "Sure can do, Corporal", he mutters while moving forward and casts Dancing Lights using them as 4 hooded lanterns, hovering above Mehmet and the Half-orcs.


Let there be light!

Initiative: [roll0]

[AtlasSniperman]

Salvei

Not hearing most of the conversation, the young man perks up when he notices the half-orcs being lit up like beacons. Tapping the top of his leg as the sign for his companions to follow him, he attempts to sneak back toward the half-orcs.


Handle Animal(calling animal companion): 1d20+6 <-- decided to be a ****. Take 10 since it's my companion for 16
Hide: [roll0]
Move Silently: [roll1]
Initiative: [roll2]

(Aura factored in)

[redzimmer]

Justinian 25
Derror 23
Salvei 22
Eli Mann 21
Illanar 15
Gerta 11


Mehmet 8
Half-Orc 1 8
Half-Orc 2 8
Half-Orc 3 8
Human 1 8
Human 2 8
Human 3 8
Human 4 8
Human 5 8


Light from Illanar's dancing lights make for easy striking against the assembled enemies.

Salvei easily slinks within striking distance of the northernmost half-orc, while his rat swarm joins him.

Derror charges towards the southward half-orc and smashes at him with his flail.

[roll0] to hit, crit if 26/27
[roll1] damage
[roll2] crit if needed
[roll3] crit damage
A thud and crack are heard, several ribs now float around the humanoid's torso.

Gerta swings her greatsword at the would-be betrayer Mehmet. Alas the smaller man is missed by a hair's-breadth.

Justinian tells Derror quickly the best place to strike the half-orc, in the hopes of doing more damage.
Archivists' Dark Knowledge requires a knowledge check, and it does not apply to mundane foes such as half-orcs. I am just moving things along, so this is a one-time only bonus. Enjoy! :smallwink:

Eli whispers the spidery words of the Art, and casts a pinch of sand at the massed humans. Magical sleep compels them to drift off, but they somehow manage to shake off the effects.


Human warriors (2 HD each) DC 14
[roll4]
[roll5]
I could use these Will rolls over the the Age of Worms.

Justinian's turn in first round of combat, then Derror and Salvei.

Please don't be intimidated. As you can see I am a highly-skilled cartographer and graphic designer.
http://i1285.photobucket.com/albums/a597/redzimmer/Combat%201_zpsjgxjmjd9.png

[Sian]

Illanar moves 10' to the east and starts reciting an Amcherakic ode hailing bravery

Inspire Courage, +1 Morale bonus for all allies to Attack, Damage and Saving throws against charm/fear

[Starbin]

Gerta

Having barely missed the first time, Gerta stepped and swing again (using others to flank if necessary).

[roll0], [roll1]

Status
AC: 15 HPs: 26/26
F +7 R +3 W +0
Effects: Aura (+3 dex checks/skills/initiative); inspire courage (+1 att/dam/save vs fear)

[AtlasSniperman]

Salvei

With the man so close, Salvei directs his swarm to attack, taking a quick moment to attempt to slashthe man beside him

[roll0] Attack roll

take 10 on Handle Animal: [16]
Swarms don't attack, they just roll damage XD

[esorscher]

Eli dashes 30' southward, in line with Justinian. He fires his crossbow at the unengaged half-orc.

Light Crossbow: [roll0], [roll1]

[redzimmer]

Salvei

With the man so close, Salvei directs his swarm to attack, taking a quick moment to attempt to slashthe man beside him

[roll0] Attack roll

take 10 on Handle Animal: [16]
Swarms don't attack, they just roll damage XD

Silly die roller script

Do you mean attack the half-orc you are staning behind? Roll for sneak attack damage too since you snuck up on him. What target for the swarm? Note the "I" is Illanar. I think I put the swarm beside him by mistake. the swarm should be beside you instead.

[AtlasSniperman]

Salvei

Silly die roller script

Do you mean attack the half-orc you are staning behind? Roll for sneak attack damage too since you snuck up on him. What target for the swarm? Note the "I" is Illanar. I think I put the swarm beside him by mistake. the swarm should be beside you instead.

you put the swarm beside Eli.
Damage if attack hits: [roll0]: 1d6-1 sickle, 1d6 SneakAttack
Swarm damage: [roll1] and a DC DC12 Fort save Vs Filth Fever.
[roll2] Salvei swings at the Half-orc that thousands of rats begin to pile over and around.

[Felhammer]

Derror

The gnoll thirsts for combat. He lunges into the thick of it, swinging his flail this way and that!


Attack the nearest target! [roll0] + Charge Bonus, if I can get it
[roll1]

[redzimmer]

Justinian Bot

The archivist casts a sleep spell at the human brigands, keeping back from the combat.

[roll0]
[roll1]

Bad Guys

A half-orc takes a solid bolt from Eli straight in the chest. The breastplate alone keeps him from being killed outright.

The traitor Mehmet is not so fortunate, as Gerta's blow downs him easily.

The wounded half-orc roars and swings his morningstar at Gerta.

Derror's targeted half-orc ducks the wildly flailing... er, flail and swings back at the gnoll.

Meanwhile the remaining half-orc swings futilely at the rats swarming over him, his frenzied panic helps him evade Salvei's attack.


Derror's [roll2]
[roll3]
[roll4] crit if needed
[roll5] crit if needed

Gerta's [roll6]
[roll7]
[roll8] crit if needed
[roll9] crit if needed

Rat swarm's Half-orc is SOL as you can't attack swarms. Silly half-orc.

Humans Morale check...
[roll]1d20-1

[redzimmer]

Humans[/roll]

The unusually resilient humans turn their attention onto the Legionnaires and forget about the secret exit.

Three of the humans move directly towards Salvei, Eli and Illanar, the eastmost two move to flank around the building.

Human 4 reaches Salvei and stabs at the druid.

[roll0] to hit
[roll1] damage
[roll2] crit if needed
[roll3] crit damage if needed

From the door, you hear a curse.

"[B]Try to keep Mehmet alive, or the corpse intact!" you hear the dread necromancer call out.

[Starbin]

Gerta

Gerta looked down at the dying traitor and sighed. Glancing back, she grunted, "Someone save him ..." Then she turned to the half-orc and swung her blade.

[roll0], [roll1]

Status


Status
AC: 15 HPs: 26/26
F +7 R +3 W +0
Effects: Aura (+3 bonus to flanks); inspire courage (+1 att/dam/save vs fear)

[redzimmer]

http://i1285.photobucket.com/albums/a597/redzimmer/Combat%201_zpsmgi0i6ap.png

Edited for direction.

[Sian]

Illanar takes a step closer to Salvei (5ft step Northeast) while taking out his whip and attacks the Half-Orc in combat with him


ToHit:
Damage: [roll]1d6+4
IfCrit:
CritDam: [roll]1d6+4

[Felhammer]

Derror

The gnoll fumes as he looks at the wily half-orc before him. His posture was off and his stance wrong. His only ally was his speed. Derror could counter that. He had trained for this. The gnoll takes his flail and swings it from the right with great ferocity!

Attack Half-Orc 1

[roll0]
[roll1]

[redzimmer]

Justinian Bot

The bookish archivist rushes to the fallen Mehmet and obeying order, stabilizes him with a minor orison.

[roll0]

Gerta slashes a huge gash into the chest of the half-orc facing her, and he crumples to the ground.

Derrror is rewarded with a sickening crack as the half-orc's face is repositioned to the back of his head. The warrior falls.

Meanwhile gurgled screams are all that are heard from the other half-orc as Salvei's rats happily eat him alive.

The Humans 1 2 and 4 all converge of the druidic rogue and one manages to score a lucky hit.

Meanwhile the other humans continue their flanking maneuver.

1 [roll1] to hit [roll2] damage [roll3] to crit [roll4] crit damage
2 [roll5] to hit [roll6] damage [roll7] to hit [roll8] damage [roll9] to crit [roll10] crit damage
4 [roll11] to hit [roll12] damage [roll13] to hit [roll14] damage [roll15] to crit [roll16] crit damage

Just first roll for each, I kinda got too carried away with the ctrl-v

[Starbin]

Gerta

Nodding to herself, Gerta turned to assist the lone druid, charging on of the flanking foes with her mighty blade. Not screams or wild yells yet ... just a disconcerting grunt of effort as she swung.

Oooh ... favored enemy bonus! [roll0], [roll1]
EDIT: Damn! A crappy roll to hit, and apparently I cannot roll higher than a 6 on 2d6!

Status
AC: 13 (charge)HPs: 26/26
F +7 R +3 W +0
Effects: Aura (+3 dex checks/skills/initiative); inspire courage (+1 att/dam/save vs fear); charge (+2 att, -2 AC)

[Sian]

As Illanar sees Salvei getting hit he drops the whip, steps forward (1 tile north) while drawing his greatsword and attacks the Human within reach

[roll0]
[roll1]

[AtlasSniperman]

Salvei

Surrounded and getting beat on heavily, the young man focussing all his attention on the target already being hit.

[roll0](+2 if someone is in a flanking position) for [roll1] (plus [roll2] if someone is in a flanking position)

Swarm deals [roll3] damage, target needs to make DC12 Fort vs Filth fever, and must make a DC12 Fort on their turn on be nauseated.

[Felhammer]

Derror

The gnoll kills one enemy but before he can begin the traditional cackle of victory he notices his friend, Salvei, is being savaged by yet more foes. Without thinking, the gnoll lunges head long into danger, "Derror good at killing. Derror save Salvei!" With that said he whirls his flail around and brings it down upon the head of the nearest foe!


Attack Nearest Human

[roll0] + Charge, if I can wing it :)
[roll1]

[redzimmer]

Rat-eaten Human

[roll]1d20+4 vs. fever [roll0] vs. nausea

The man, whose name was Prenet, is slashed across the face with a wicked scythe, while dozens of hungry rats enter every place a hungry rat is able.

Alas, if only I had listened to mother and become an aqueduct engineer, he lamented, and all went dark.

[redzimmer]

[roll0] spot
[roll1] listen

Seconds turn to moments and moments turn to long minutes... it becomes all too apparent that the remaining two humans have decided that discretion is the better part of valour.

"Bring in Mehmet. We have to move fast," Sgt. Ben Zara calls from the safehouse.

[redzimmer]

Moving Fast

To be safe, you drag in all of the corpses, making sure to keep Mehmet alive. The dwarf Shale closes and bars the door behind you.

"We've been betrayed. I don'nt who Mehmet's sold us out to, but this place isn't safe anymore. Private Benir, keep him alive. We might have to execute him later," Ben Zara tells the archivist.

Salvei's rats continue to devour the human bodies, but you manage to salvage some gear from them. You never know what may become useful on your mission.

Looking over the bodies, you search for any signs of their allegiance.

Masterwork dagger, Potions of Invisibility, Cure Light Wounds, Expeditious Retreat, Spider Climb and Shield of Faith.
3 x breastplates
3 x morningstars
3 x shortswords
3 x studded leather
3 x bucklers
12 pp 44 gp 80 sp
A missive proclaiming a bounty upon members of the Renakor Foreign Legion, the Volunteer Army of Salvation and Poor Brothers' Fellowship of the Temple of Seven Virtues (aka Foreign Legions of Jenador and Entaurus, respectively)
seven Renakor Foreign Legion epaulets of varied ranked from Pvt 2nd Class to 1st Lt.

[Sian]

Illanar reads through the missive and turns towards Ben Zara "It seems that its a bounty note on all of Renakors' Entaurus' and Jenador's Foreign legions. Do you think it plausible that Ekarn might be behind it, or would you guess it more likely that someone is painting a target on them?".

Is there any note on the missive as of who you should contact in case you want to cash in on the bounty?

[redzimmer]

Illanar

Reading and re-reading, you see no indication of by whom the bounty would be paid. No doubt one of that attackers had a contact who or was the one who placed the bounty.

Ben Zara ponders your question.

"It seems a bit too obvious, even the Ekarshi wouldn't be stupid enough to break the Treaty in such an obvious fashion."

She looks at Eli.

"No offense," she adds as an afterthought.

"All the more reason to get Mehmet to the Question asap."

You see the necromancer Zaegel visibly blanch. Quite a feat for him. The Question of course being the ruthless interrogation and spyhunting branch of the Legion.

"You know the spirit of the Treaty. Don't kill Ekarshi, Jenadoran or Entauran soldiers unless you have a means to prevent any proof after."

She points a thumb at the archivist.

"Private, you've just been redeployed. Mehmet here needs to be healthy enough to live long enough to answer, and I'm no healer. You, me Zaegel and Shale are taking the next thing that floats to Outpost Two. This safehouse is not safe anymore."

Combat not being something he signed up for, Justinian brightens at the idea of returning to the safety of high walls. Zaegel looks a bit flustered.

"I... my things..."


Ben Zara stops him with a look.

"You won't be needing anything except my good word," the gnome says. "Would not want to be mistaken for a war profiteer with non-standard equipment in your possession. After all, we just avoided you being misbranded as a deserter!"

Zaegel whimpers but remains silent.

A few minutes later, the sergeant, Justinan, Zaegel, Shale and unconscious Mehmet are ready for transport.

"Take what you can carry, burn the rest. We want no remaining sign the legion was here. Then carry on with your mission. It goes without saying you will need to progress to Outpost Taldras Two when you're done."

"Last chance to back out and draw garrison duty, Legionnaires. Anyone else need to want to volunteer for guard duty?"

If you are still here, please post by Monday. Will be recruiting new divine caster and any other suddenly open slots to keep the game going. Bound to be lots of misplaced Legionnaires out there ready to rejoin, as well as game locals willing to sign up.

Also, in addition to any of the gear nabbed from the attackers, if your search about you'll find Zaegel's "merchandise":

Wands (5th level caster)
CLW, 6 charges
Light, 8 charges
Enlarge Person, 3 charges

Scrolls
Hypnotism
Resist Energy
Cat's Grace

Misc.
Least crystal of aquatic action

Potions
Jump

95 gp
6 black onyx (600 gp in total)

[Starbin]

Gerta

Gerta listened, letting the others read the letter aloud for the sake of those who could not read. She didn't speak as Illanar and Ben Zara spoke. If anyone was expecting her to provide possible answers to this mystery, they would be sorely disappointed. Instead, she stood motionlessly until Ben Zara motioned for them to make ready to leave. She motioned to the other troopers, waving towards the gear and pointing up to Zaegel's room. "Grab your gear, gather the extras, make your claims. We leave soon."

When the group met with Ben Zara the next morning, Gerta spoke to Eli and Illanar aside. "I had an ... idea. Can you buy a cart and some horses? Mabye we take this gear and pretend we're merchants."

Hmmm ... Gerta doesn't really need anything, but we should probably save what we can.

Status
AC: 13 (charge)HPs: 26/26
F +7 R +3 W +0
Effects: none

[esorscher]

"None taken," Eli says to Illanar. Eli is of the mind of grabbing literally everything that isn't nailed down, but the gods saw fit to curse him with his weak frame. He looks at the comparatively giant gnoll, and says to Derror, "If you have space to haul this loot, we out to carry it with us." Hearing Gerta, he nods. "That'd be a good cover, and a good way to carry our haul." He takes the arcane wand and scrolls and adds them to his own inventory, placing them in appropriate and easy to reach receptacles in his robes. If the rest of the group isn't onboard hauling the gear and the other magical items, he'll make sure he takes the black onyx with them.

[Felhammer]

Derror

"Derror not like ga-ri-sun duty. Derror think it boring. Derror man of action. Derror live for battle. Derror not back down. Derror fight to bitter end." The gnoll then performs the traditional military salute to emphasize his desire to not back down from this challenge.

[redzimmer]

Sgt. Ben Zara

"Not a bad idea, merchants will draw less attention than five bigjobs armed to the teeth traipsing about. A stall in the Clot market can probably sell you a mule."

She looks at her assigned crew.

"Keep your ear to the ground about this bounty as well. We will be taking the boat, so you'll have to find your way to the mainland."

[redzimmer]

Sgt. Ben Zara's Group

Justinian and Salvei both elect to accompany the gnome back to Outpost Taldras Two. After stowing what you can carry, you set some remaining alchemist's fire to burn the remains.

Ben Zara and company depart, and the rest of you bivouac with staggered watches along the beach of Clot.

Dawn comes and those of you who must prepare spells do so. With your gear and your mission, the small market and a possible cart and donkey (as well as how to get to the mainland) awaits.

[Starbin]

Gerta

With the decision made, Gerta let the others get a mule and a cart, then helped load all the gear on board, covering it up with a large tarp. Then he turned back to the 'mouths' of the group. "We need a boat. Can you us passage?"

Taking all the gear ... let the mage types take everything else for now.

Status
AC: 15 HPs: 26/26
F +7 R +3 W +0
Effects: none

[redzimmer]

Gerta

23 gold pieces gains you a cart. You notice boats lighting at the shallow-water dock where your group disembarked for brief periods before departing.

[Starbin]

Gerta

Gerta had Derror help load the cart while Eli and Illanar obtained a boat large enough to carry them all (and their cart and mule) to the mainland. She also made sure her pack held the jewels and money for now.

Loots listed in my first post in OOC ... Gerta will claim the monies for now, basically to pay for their stuff. Spreading the wealth can happen later. She's giving the Cha folks in the group a chance to work safe passage ...

Status
AC: 15 HPs: 26/26
F +7 R +3 W +0
Effects: none

[Felhammer]

Derror

The gnoll sung a song as he loaded the cart. The words and the verses don't really flow well together well and there is no particular rhyme to it (perhaps it sounds better in Gnollish?), "Derror like moving boxes. Derror really strong. Derror so good. Derror best strong-man in world."

[redzimmer]

Gerta, Eli, Derror & Illanar

The cart is loud, constructed entirely of wood and looks like it can fall apart at any given moment. The mule is definitely here for the food and has no interest in long-term camaraderie.

Since boats travel to and from this island daily, some sort of passage should be accessible. Shouldn't it?

Which will double as a 'still-here' check.


K'Zan, Farley & Davell

Following the attack on your supply ship, you three managed to get aboard a lifeboat with a few other Legionnaires. To your great misfortune, a siege golem boulder hit the lifeboat soon after.

You floated on jetsam for a day and a half slipping in and out of consciousness several times. Finally to day you came ashore on this shantytown island.

A little rest and some prayers to revive your flagging bodies and spirits later, you stand at the so-called docks of this spit of sand, looking for a way back to base, less you either be branded a deserter or declared dead and not receive your pay.

If he recalls correctly, Bishop Farley believes a deserter and black marketeer might have a little business here on this island. But the pious self-hating orc might object to such things, so he would have to approach the issue delicately.

"Mehmet was an idiot. First he attacks their secured position, and then he went and got killed."

A cloaked man flanked by two armed thugs approach.

"And why kill them? The man only wants the epaulets. You knocks 'em out, take the ranks for the bounty and then sell them to the slavers. Or hell, they might even surrender if you phrase it the right way."

The thugs nod at the sage advice. The stand before you now.

"Morning, lads," the cloaked one greets you. "Three choices: You give up and hand over your badges, and you start a nice new domestic career in Amcherack, we beat you within an inch of your life and then you wake up in chains to the mines of Jarlsberg, or you really annoy me and you wake up in Carceri."

The two thugs draw shortswords.

They don't seem very eager to talk...

[rhudspeth:)]

Davell


I have to ask, are any of these fellows Human? If so, which ones? In case combat flows from this, it would change my general actions a good deal.

Side Note - I ready an action to strike at any of those who approach us. Just making it a given.
The Orcish slave stands by, simply holding on to his stick. Considering the fact that he wears no armor, has nothing more than a large stick and a cheap javelin, bears the rankings of one in the Penal Battalion and seems to have near-adoration subservience to the two others with him, others might think that he is less intelligent than even an average Orc - until they see his eyes. The firmness of cunning within those eyes shows that he must have some strange reason for his obedience. Instead of bothering to reply those who came forth to threaten them, he simply walks forward until he stands protectively in front of his allies. His words are simple and direct.

Would you like for me to stop them, masters?

[redzimmer]

Cloaked Assailant and the Mooks

The three humans are perplexed by the quiet request of the orc. Obviously their experience with their kind is usually more blustery and hyperbolic.

[esorscher]

Eli attempts to find reasonably priced passage for the party.

[redzimmer]

Eli attempts to find reasonably priced passage for the party.

Eli

[OOC: presuming you are taking 10 on Gather Information]

Your winning personality and a couple of nervous glances at your gnoll companion begets you an answer. A shrimp boater can carry you and your wagon to shore, so long as you can pay 20 gold.

"And I will not take this platinum coin you ferenghi throw around! Only Emir's coin!

Thankfully, Memhet's pockets were stuffed with Taldras coinage.

[esorscher]

Eli scrapes together the required amount from the party's resources and offers the man half the payment now, and half upon their arrival.

[BilltheCynic]

K'Zan had been having a really bad day. All his time in the war he had been gathering and collecting a sizable amount of tools and knick-knacks that he had, ah, procured from others. Sure robbing from non-targeted civilians and superior officers was a big no no, but only if you get caught. He'd even gotten an extra dimensional storage space to keep it all in. All of it now at the bottom of the sea because of a stupid golem. Now he has nothing but the clothes on his back and the weapons in hand. One thing is for sure, they need money fast.

K'Zan took note of a couple of men with armor and weapon walking their way. That might work. Those weapons and armor could go for a pretty copper on the black market, and Farley says he knows someone who can hook them up. There didn't seem to be anyone else around, so maybe they could ambush those guys, take their stuff, and throw the bodies in the ocean. Of course they'd have to make sure the guys didn't make too much noise, and find some way to justify it to human loving orc.

K'Zan's plans change and his eyes widen as the thugs approach, threaten them, then draw their weapons.

Wait, you're trying to rob us?

A wicked grin spreads across K'Zan's face. Well, that simplifies things. Everything we to you now is self defense and completely justified by Legion law.

He slips his bow from his back and turns to Davell. If by "Stop them" you mean "beat them senseless and rob them blind", then yes, we're stopping them

[roll0]

[Felhammer]

Derror

The gnoll keeps his ears up, listening for anything unusual.

[roll0]

[Sian]

While Eli volenteers for getting the boat Illanar merely listen and looks around if anything is happening around them, slightly unnerved by the treachery of Mehmet, fingering his whip endlessly.


Listen: [roll0]
Spot: [roll1]

[Morbis Meh]

Despite all that had happened in the past week, Farley was in relatively high spirits, he was still alive after the attack though that was due to him hiding inside a half empty barrel of preserved fish which did impart a rather potent addition to his already pungent odour. Freedom was within his sight, he was the first to head to the life boat and had almost been ready to depart before he was foiled by the bravery of other cowards seeking refuge from the battle. Others may have cursed the boulder but to Farley his prayers were answered, he was thinking of someone to escape the other legionnaires, something that would prove rather difficult with a party of that size, the giant rock crushed the majority of them with the exception of Farley and two others. It was unfortunate that it was their commander considering he was relatively loyal to the legion but patience was a game the changeling was relatively good at.

The thugs had proved to be an interesting addition the this misadventure, Farely was about to surrender because why fight when this was a sure fire way to get out of the legion but that was foiled by that blasted orc who was looking for a scrap. Now Farely had an interesting scenario before him and he planned on doing what he did best: Cowering in the back and riding the fence for as long as possible until the situation revealed who would come out on top. When the commander spoke up the cowardly priest looked up with false admiration "Yes commander, I will follow you into the jaws of hell, your strength gives me strength..... AIEEE!" With the gnomes attention focused elsewhere the changeling scuttles away.

[roll0]

[BilltheCynic]

K'Zan glances at Farley in annoyance. Fine, run then. But don't expect any of the loot when this is over!

[redzimmer]

Ilanar & Derror

You can faintly hear the purr of a sword being unsheathed, coupled with an accented voice saying "Mehmet" and "Bounty" near the dock you are headed to anyway.

Farley, Davell & K'Zan

"Oh well, dead then. Keep the bodies intact boys, I know a guy in town who buys corpses."

The swordsmen ready to advance while their leader goes through the somatic motions of spellcasting.


Davel
K'Zar
Farley
Bad Guys

[rhudspeth:)]

Attack Roll. Given +2 by Charge, -1 from Bright Sunlight, -1 from Power Attack. If it is dark, heavy shadows are overhead, shade from houses blocks the sun, etc... then a +1 should be added.
[roll0]
Damage Roll. Using the Quarterstaff that he carried along as a large walking-stick. Given +2 from Power Attack (double the Attack Roll penalty taken for weapons used in two hands).
[roll1]
Critical Attack Roll, if necessary.
[roll2]
Critical Damage Roll, if necessary.
[roll3]

Side Note - I'm not certain on how the Spoiler Naming works. If I have misdone anything, I ask that the DM alters it since this post will contain Rolls in it.

Given that things had obviously become such a threat to his beloved 'Human' masters, Davell seemed quick to prepare for an aggressive method of protecting them - without killing any of the attackers, of course. They were Humans. Even enemy Humans deserved to be treated as though they were more than cattle that should be butchered. When they made it clear that their plans had been changed from "capture" to "kill" something seemed to alter in Davell's mind though.

While they may be Humans, now they were Humans who wished to butcher others for a few pieces of Gold - by selling the bodies to some sort of twisted little corpse-carving madman, to make things worse! Such disgusting enemies deserve no mercy. Enraged by the enemies, he charges at their leader as he manages to act before anyone else, swinging his Quarterstaff in as Lethal of a manner as possible.

[Sian]

Illanar raises a hand notifying the others "Someones ahead, they mentioned Mehmet and something about the bounty and i don't recognize the voices, I'm waging that we could meet trouble in a few, given that there was also swords drawn", and draws his greatsword while continuing onwards, trying to get a closer look on what happens


Spot: [roll0]

[redzimmer]

Illanar looks and sees a trio of legionnaires judging by their sashes & epaulets. He also sees three would-be attackers, two garbed similarly to last night's foes.

He finally sees the orcish legionnaire caving in one of the swordsman's heads in with a vicious sweep of a quarter staff.

[BilltheCynic]

K'Zan


Knowledge Devotion (Local): [roll0] +2 to attack and damage
Move Action: Move 50 ft back.
Attack roll: [roll1] +KD=23
Damage Roll: Using Inspiration point to boost this: [roll2] +KD=9
Critical Confirm: [roll3] +KD
Critical Damage: [roll4] +KD

While the Orc runs forward and brains the leader, K'Zan runs backward and shoots an arrow at the leftmost swordsman.

[Starbin]

Gerta

With a sigh of frustration, Gerta pulled free her giant blade as well and followed Illanar. "Then we should go ..." Nodding to the others to follow, she turned the corner and saw what appeared to be more bounty hunters, and what appeared to be more Legionnaires. Without much thought, she charged the closest, blade swinging down rapidly to mete out equal parts justice and death.

Figure we'll all go ... and we'll all attack :)
Charge! [roll0], [roll1] (humans, right?)

Status
AC: 13 (charge) HPs: 26/26
F +7 R +3 W +0
Effects: charge (+2 attack, -2 AC)

[Morbis Meh]

Seeing his companions brutally deal with their challengers, Farley immediately slinks behind their fleshy bodies for a shield and draws his crossbow, the threat of no loot was enough to motivate the coward of a man into at least doing something so he could profit. Though he probably could command the orc to give him his share as long as the commander wasn't within ear shot....

Farley will move 30 ft and draw his bow as his move action then fire as his standard action (yes the he keeps it loaded his isn't stupid XD) at the remaining thug

to hit [roll0] I pray he flubs this terribly for comedic gold... GOD DAMN IT! WHY IS HE SUDDENLY COMPETENT? Just lucky I suppose, I will roll confirmation in the OoC
damage [roll1]

[Sian]

Illanar blinks at hearing Gertas comment "eh ... well yeah" and shakes his head, obviously there was no other practical choice than helping the other legionares, and joining Gertas charge, targeting the other thug


To-Hit [roll0]
Damage [roll1]

[Felhammer]

Derror

Derror follows orders to the letter, following Gerta as she tries to flee rather than fight. Once the trap has been sprung and the depth of the conspiracy revealed, Derror lunges head long into combat with his CO. "Derror MAD! Derror HURT BRINGER! RAWR!" The gnoll flies into a rage, attacking the nearest foe with the ferocity of an avalanche.

RAGE!

[roll0] + Charge, if I can get it
[roll1]

[redzimmer]

Attackers

The leader takes a terrible blow to the head, but somehow he is still standing, and sheer force of will allows him to finish the spell he cast.

Both swordsmen take a stab at Davell, but one falls dead with a quarrel taking the place of his left eye. The other takes an arrow in the shoulder of his shield arm, but he remains able to attack, though he cannot touch the battle-honed orc.

[roll0] to hit
[roll1] damage
[roll2] to hit crit if needed
[roll3] crit damage if needed

A snarling hell hound appears behind the dead thug.

Suddenly from behind...

...an equally snarling gnoll swings a wicked flail at the hellhound, which gives off a yelp as it connects.

Completely preoccupied with the orc, the spellcaster is too late to notice the greatsword until it thrusts out of his chest.

"Maybe... I should have..." His final quip is drowned out literally by the blood pouring from his mouth. His summoned creature fizzles out of existence right after him.

And a large female with a thick unibrow and sloping forehead completes the task, killing the third attacker.

Okay, now you may continue.

[Starbin]

Gerta

Glancing at the dead, Gerta pointed to the bodies. "Strip them, load their gear, burn the bodies." Then she looked up at the other legionnaires. "Who are you? Where are you going?"

Boom.

Status
AC: 15 HPs: 26/26
F +7 R +3 W +0
Effects: none

[redzimmer]

2x Studded Leather
2x Small wooden shield
2x Shortsword
2x Cure Minor Wounds potions
4 masterwork manacles with key
Spellbook:

Level 0: All except abjuration & enchantment
Level 1: Cause fear, lesser orb of cold, lesser orb of acid, mage armor, summon monster I, summon undead I
Level 2: Bigby's Slapping Hand, Combust, summon monster II, summon swarm, summon undead II, web
Level 3: Arcane sight, corpse candle, manyjaws, summon monster III, summon undead III,
Masterwork dagger
Amulet Natural Armour +1
Ring Protection +1
Scrolls: Summon Monster II, web, lesser orb of acid
Bounty sheet with directions
6 rank epaulets

[BilltheCynic]

K'Zan

K'Zan strolls forward and mutters mutters something to Farley in Terran*. Then he addresses Gerta.

We are the only survivors of the resupply vessel sent to Outpost Taldas Four. I'm Private First Class K'Zan, the highest ranking soldier who survived and the reluctant leader of these two, Darvell and Pippy O'Craven. We're trying to go someplace that siege golems aren't shooting at us. And that is our loot that you're taking! We had those guys dead to rights before you guys came barging in. You're stealing the loot that we would have stolen from the guys trying to steal from us who had probably stolen it from someone else. It's so unfair!

Nice shot. If we get that loot back and you can find someone to buy it for a good price, you can keep your share.

[Starbin]

Gerta

Gerta was cleaning off her blade when the PFC spoke up, obviously questioning her orders. She didn't want the job of being in charge, but as it was, she had it. And when push came to shove, it was her neck on the block. Pausing, she turned to look at the PFC's shoulder, then her own. Eyes narrowed beneath her jutting forehead, she spoke in a voice that was quiet and devoid of emotion. "Are you questioning orders, Private?"

She's not much for witty banter ...

Status
AC: 15 HPs: 26/26
F +7 R +3 W +0
Effects: none

[redzimmer]

Gerta

Gerta was cleaning off her blade when the PFC spoke up, obviously questioning her orders. She didn't want the job of being in charge, but as it was, she had it. And when push came to shove, it was her neck on the block. Pausing, she turned to look at the PFC's shoulder, then her own. Eyes narrowed beneath her jutting forehead, she spoke in a voice that was quiet and devoid of emotion. "Are you questioning orders, Private?"

She's not much for witty banter ...

Status
AC: 15 HPs: 26/26
F +7 R +3 W +0
Effects: none

K'Zan

You are bewildered by this odd-looking... human? She addresses you as though she was an NCO, but you see no rank or sign they are even in the Legion.

The first group are currently incognito, sashes and epaulets stowed away.

[Starbin]

Gerta

(OOOPS! Quick, look over there! I'll adjust to make more sense!)

Gerta was cleaning off her blade when the PFC spoke up, obviously questioning her orders. She didn't want the job of being in charge, but as it was, she had it. And when push came to shove, it was her neck on the block. Pausing, she turned to look at the PFC's shoulder, then her own. She remembered she wasn't wearing her sash, grunting in frustration. Shaking her head, she leaned forward and whispered in a gravelly tone, "They're hunting the Legions. Take off the sashes and follow us."

She's still not much for witty banter ...

Status
AC: 15 HPs: 26/26
F +7 R +3 W +0
Effects: none

[Felhammer]

Derror

The gnoll sighs in relief as the hell-beast is slain. He then looks to Gerta and sighs in disappointment, "Derror miss sashes. Sashes look good on Derror."

[rhudspeth:)]

Davell


Davell had never shown much talent at being a very good leader. He had always shown more talent at being an Orc... or a Monk... or an underling... or a slave to Humans... or a slave to Monks... or a slave to the mercenaries. So right now, when a stranger walks up, butchers some people (even if they were murderous thugs) and starts claiming to be a higher ranked individual that just happens to have hidden the proof... Davell is suspicious. After all, he isn't even Human - why would they go around throwing higher rankings to a non-Human that couldn't even keep himself from forgetting that they were hiding something so critical?

Still, he is not in charge here. He turns to his "Human" masters before making any sort of decision on his own. I don't know if we can trust them, my masters... this town has shown us nothing except murderers and butchers since we arrived, then they just happen to decide that they should kill what might just be nothing except competition before 'asking' for us to be obedient to them... right when they just happen to have hidden any proof that anyone gave them the right to command glorious Humans like yourselves? I question this, masters, I question this..."

[Morbis Meh]

As his bolt flies unnervingly true into the eye socket of one of the thugs the scrawny priest bounces around giddily "AHA! WHOSE THE CORPSE NOW NONOSH!" He looks to K'Zan and bows 'humbly "Oh commander, I thank you for your generosity, Pippy is so grateful...." The loud, fugly behemoth began talking and any shred of resolve that linger within the changeling suddenly disappeared and as a result Farley aka Pippy, dove at the feet of the one in command and began furiously kissing their boots "FORGIVE ME MY PRINCE! These evil people abducted me, I will never leave your side again just save me from them! Pippy will do anything, look at how he cleans you boots!" The priest quickly spat and began polishing Gerta's boots, completely oblivious to the fact that she is not a he.

[BilltheCynic]

K'Zan rolls his eyes at Farley's sycophantic display and shouts an him at him in terran*. Then he turns to Gerta.

No offense my Prince, but...wait, are you a female?! Oh...well ok then, no offense my Princess, but the orc is making more sense than you are. I happen to like my head on my shoulders, so unless you're secretly a deep cover Legionnaire agent, I can't take orders from you. For all I know that was turf war between rival gangs, and now your trying to lure us to a quiet place to ambush us because you know we're too awesome to be taken in a fair fight. I admire your audacity, but we're gonna need some proof that you have the authority to give us orders. And the proof had better be more than a couple of epaulets and sashes that you looted from some dead Legionnaires. We're not as stupid as we look.

See if you can steal his coin purse while I distract him.

[Starbin]

Gerta

(OOC - so for the record, I misposted, so no claim of rank yet. Just a warning that folks were hunting Legionnaires (true) and the newbies should follow (obviously up to them). In general, I'm not a huge fan of mass inter-party conflict, but Gerta doesn't have a lot of tools in her social bag right now.)

Gerta blinked a few times, uncertain how to convince someone she was a Legionnaire without showing her rank. She also didn't have much patience for this lot, so she wasn't about to discuss it at length. Pointing her sword at the newcomers, she pushed the licking man away and growled, "No time for fools. If you don't come, you must be deserters."

Everyone knew the penalty for desertion ... and the two frets words and massive flail-wielding honk offered a compelling argument.

This is why I hate being the leader :smallsmile:

Status
AC: 15 HPs: 26/26
F +7 R +3 W +0
Effects: none

[BilltheCynic]

K'Zan looks warily at the big woman's sword and her two companions.

You make a convincing argument. I am now completely and inexplicably convinced that you are actually a deep cover Legionnaire with the authority to give us orders. Please don't hurt us, or if you have to hurt us, hurt Pippy. He secretly likes it. Freak.

K'Zan addresses the others. Ok Private Darvell and Private Pippy, you heard the lady with the sharp metal weapon, this place is very dangerous for Legionnaires and since she is definitely a commanding officer and we are certainly not trying to scrounge up enough money to hire a boat and desert to freedom, we should follow her orders. Also, because you are both the same rank as me and there is now a higher ranking officer here, you two don't have to treat me like I have command over you any more. I no longer have responsibility over you.

With that, K'Zan pulls off his epaulets and sash and stuffs them in a bag. Orders, Princess?

[Sian]

Illanar winced lightly when meeting the three legionaries ... Could Joramy have sent any three people being less unique and groanworthy? Gerta obviously had some issues so against his better knowledge and fondness of his mental stability, Illanar decided to intercede.

"We've been sent on reconnaissance mission to Outpost Four by the headquarters trying to divine whom those Siege Golems was working for and who controls the area and if able to preperate the outpost for an incomming platoon. We've met up with Ben Zara and she've taken a captured combatant, the guy Mehmet these thugs mentioned, back to Headquarters for Questioning, while we're to continue our mission. This area is to be considered enemy territory until Outpost Four have been reestablished, and we're to keep our heads low, hence the lack of epaulets and sashes"

Looking at the pile of loot Illanar notices the bounty sheet and picks it up reading it, maybe it would have more directions than the previous one they found on Mehmets group. Not that they were likely to be able to follow up on the directions, but it could be worthwhile infomation to collect and pass on at a later point.

[redzimmer]

Reading the sheet, you see a bounty based on rank:

50 gp for privates and penals.
100 gp for NCOs
500 gp for Lieutenants and MPs
1000 gp for captains
5000 for higher ranks

It offers similar bounties for Jenadoran and Entauran "volunteer" armies.

"Ask for The Dasher at the One-headed Ettin", it instructs.

[rhudspeth:)]

Davell


While still hesitant to follow the leadership of another who has such impure blood and no solid proof of higher leadership, the Orc has two solid rules that he is able to follow. One - follow the safe bet. They had begun speaking as though they could just as easily abandon us without a pinch of profit, then started picking through sources of information they would probably have already known if they were locals of the same job. Two - follow his masters. They were trustworthy Humans, after all. The wisdom of their leadership and the trickery of their false cowardice were more than enough to keep things safe... at least comparatively. So he simply nods and begins moving along to help with the looting silently.

Considering the fact that I am a Monk, so I can't really afford to wear any Shields or Armor, plus I happen to be a Melee focused character... with an AC of 12... could I have the Ring of Protection and Amulet of Natural Armor?

[redzimmer]

Special Legion Task Force

With your group so made and disguised, little more can be done on this small spit of sand.

You notice no one seemed to bat an eyelash at the carnage or the subsequent body burning. Most "civic-minded" Clot denizens are currently more intent on putting out the fire in the old Legion safehouse, so that they can take it up as a squat of their own.

Midmorning passes, and the shrimp boater K'Zan arrangned passage with appears.

"I cannot land near the place you speak of, for it is awash with jetsam from wrecked ships. A swarm of the sea-devils have been stirred by the dead afloat. I can instead give you passage to the port of Nisir."


Nisir
Town type: small town
Alignment: LN
Population: 1780 (75% Human, 15% half-orc, 5% elf, 1% catfolk, 4% other)
GP Limit: 1,500
Wealth: 104,707
Authority Class: Knight (Ruhk)
Authority Title: Ruhk
Full Time Guards 17
Conscriptable: 89
Special: Port town so GP Limit and Wealth trebled. This town is under the direct rule of the caliph, who is ostensibly opposed to the Legion (but not outright belligerent).

[redzimmer]

Illinar

It just so happens your last landfall before stowing away to Renakor was through the den of iniquity known as Nisir. In the four months you spent there you were intimately familiar with all the ins-and-outs of the town, and you know the best places to make a coin or lay low.

In fact... the One-Headed Ettin... You knew it sounded familiar; there is an inn by that name or similar smack-dab in the middle of the town. No idea who the Dasher is, however.

[Starbin]

Gerta

The huge woman peered out into the water, then looked back at the Captain. Shrugging, she nodded. "Fine. Let's go."

Loading up their things, Gerta found a spot to sit and consider what they were going to do upon reaching the island. And how they might reach the mainland. If nothing else, they could investigate these bounties ... and perhaps earn some more coin along the way.

Turning to Illanar, she murmured, "Check the gear, decide who gets it." Delegation was key to effective leadership ...

Gerta doesn't have any real needs right now ... so talk amongst yerselves :smallsmile:

Status
AC: 15 HPs: 26/26
F +7 R +3 W +0
Effects: none

[Sian]

"Will do"

Illanar starts pilling up the loot in a number of different piles.

"I don't except anyone being particularily interested in the armor, shield or swords, so we'll load them on Derror with the intention of selling them when we get to Nisir, and unless Eli wants the dagger as a backup, i'd throw that in the same pile. Potions should either be carried by K'Zan or Eli as to be used in emergency. Manacles, can always be used at some point if we find the need to keep someone alive to port back to Question but it wouldn't matter to much who carries them. Scrolls I'd say to Eli as he can use them, and as for the Ring and Amulet... well, I don't have any obvious preferences to whom needs its so ..." Illanar notices Davell eying them, and looks him up and down a couple of times, cocking his head slightly while thinking for a few seconds "Maybe it would be best if the Orc wore them"

After finishing designating the loot Illanar goes over to Gerta and murmurs lowly, although he doesn't specificly try not to be heard, "Nisir would probably be quite nice to go to anyways. If i recall correctly from my travels this 'One-headed Ettin' mentioned on the bounty is placed in that port anyways so we could try and sniff up this 'Dasher' the bounty sheet talks about, while there anyhows"

[BilltheCynic]

K'Zan mumbles about how that all of it should be their loot, and he could use those scrolls too if he got really lucky and said the right magi-babble, but nonetheless takes one of the potions and places it in his sack.

[redzimmer]

So then...

With Davell outfitted with the enchanted ring and amulet, the boatman patiently waits for your cart and mule to be loaded.

So loaded, he poles the boat off the dock and raises a small sail.

Three hours later, you come within site of the town of Nisir. As Illinar expected, a harbormaster's assistant rows out in a dory to inspect the ship.

"If you want to moor, you need to pay their fee," the boatman says. The tone indicates his view of such obvious graft.

The imperious man in the dory indeed demands a fee, 20 silver pieces.

"Fees paid upfront, coin only, no barter. State your business, ferenghi," he says, exulting in the small power he wields.

[Morbis Meh]

At the mention of dolling out the loot Farley springs to attention up from the ground and shrewdly glares at the newcomer "The orc? Bah those are the two most valuable pieces of loot they shouldn't go to one person and if they do I demand he forfeit any further shares of loot for an agreed set of time, I am the only one of the three of us that killed one of them!" The changeling crosses its arms and pouts, he didn't care about logic at this point he risked his neck so he deserved shinies dammit!

@ Rhudspeth: have Davell take them, as for the rest of the loot it is worthless to Farley though your WBL is not much higher than everone elses since you have 4000 gp worth of magic items to yourself so don't expect further dibsing until it evens out a bit.

[rhudspeth:)]

Davell


Davell merely nods to what the others say, one way or the other, never bothering to speak. Even when it comes to the concept of giving him the magical items, he seems to have very little to bother saying - or even feeling - about the entire issue. In fact, his first real display of emotions seems to come when the one known as Farley begins speaking...

He doesn't seem upset by the idea of losing future loot though. In fact, the only part he really seems to have any emotional reaction to is being referred to as "the orc" during the angry speech. The fact that this could be taken as a racial insult doesn't offend him though. Instead, he seems to take it as a firmly agreeable viewpoint. Evidently, he isn't a fan of his own race.

[redzimmer]

The Harbourmaster's Assistant

The man on the dory shakes his head with mild frustration. He tries asking again in orc;

"Twenty... Twenty-five silver! You pay or you no come ashore!"

He then pantomimes putting coins into his hands.

[rhudspeth:)]

Davell


This could wind up getting a bit entertaining... it seems like I may have already drawn us into a bit of a kerfluffle by having my Starting Gold being set at a gigantic 0 and already needing some just to stole on by. :)
The Orc Monk merely continues silently blinking at the man who begins speaking in the Orc language for a few seconds before he finally opens his mouth and replies in the Common language.

"There is no real need to speak in the Orcish language - it is a fairly shameful language to start with, especially when you speak it with such pointlessly poor word usage. As you may have seen from the lack of armor and fancy weapons, I have not been gifted with Gold and Jewelry, but am instead a slave. You must demand that my fee come from them - if they are willing, of course."

[redzimmer]

Harbourmaster's Assistant

The man in the dory, suddenly puffs up with further importance. This slave, using such polite speech clearly understands the importance of such a job.

"If you are wealthy enough to own slaves, you must be wealthy enough for to pay my fee," he says, directing his conversation to the half-elf.
"It is... TEN GOLD! And state your business in the glorious metropolis of Nisir!"

Does he remember a half-elf bard from some years back? [roll0]

[Starbin]

Gerta

The huge woman stepped forward, handing the twenty silver over then resting her huge paws on the hilt of her sword. "Fees up front. Coins Only. No Barter." After a moment, she spoke again, "We're sightseeing."

Don't hate the player, hate the game? Or something like that ...

Status
AC: 15 HPs: 26/26
F +7 R +3 W +0
Effects: none

[redzimmer]

"Enjoyyourstaymylady," the man squeaks audibly as he takes the 20 coin and rows quickly back to shore.

"I guess you pass the inspection," the shrimp boater says. He coughs nervously.

"Er, there is the matter of 20 gold for the trip if you please. I want no trouble," he adds quickly.

[BilltheCynic]

K'Zan smiles. This wasn't exactly his plan for the day's events, but it was going decently well, considering the rest of his company had just gotten killed by siege golems. Now that the harbor master was dealt with by their new muscle, it was time to move on to more important matters, like selling those goods they had "requisitioned" from the bounty hunters.

Knowledge Local: [roll0]

Do I know anyone in the area who will offer a reasonably price for our loot without asking questions?

[redzimmer]

K'Zan

You aren't intimate with the town, but you do know most towns here have a "free market" for buying & selling items that are not under sanction.

Poisons, destructive (i.e. can do damage) magical items (excluding weapons), as well as potatoes and tobacco (relatively new imports from North Garlorand) are forbidden to be sold to the general public.

If you have the time to chat with the merchants, you should have no problem moving most of your acquired gear, with the 1500 gp limit of course.

[Morbis Meh]

Farley looks up with feigned awe at Gerta "Masterfully done my Prince....ss, I knew that you would keep poor Pippy safe, he has no money to feed his starving children and that's why he joined the legion! Please pay the nice boat captain so Pippy can get back to work and feed his precious babies...

[rhudspeth:)]

Davell


He nods in appreciation at the covering of his fee - though it may be little more than a fine to cover the costs in order to keep their combatant slave nearby, he seemed to understand that modern actions of courtesy required a motion of gratitude in order to keep others pleased. After all, while this may not be very Orcish behavior, the fact that it was not very Orcish behavior had clearly been made into something which he had been raised to appreciate. At any rate, he returned to his mostly silent stance, waiting for the others to state their points.

He did seem drawn to mutter the obvious concern once no other could hear of course. "While I hate their existence, considering how... filthy and dishonest... this area has shown itself to be so far, I should ask you the obvious question. Will we be forced into putting up with the Black Market style wurms while we are trying to return to a safer place?"

[Starbin]

Gerta

Having paid, Gerta moved forward to help off-load their cargo (i.e., the cart and the donkey) and then looked to Illanar to lead the way to the inn. To the others, she simply muttered, "We're merchants ... and guards. Keep your head down and mouths shut. Get info where you can.

And no ... fawning." The last was directed at Farley, with seeming difficulty with that last word.

I think we paid earlier (when we got the boat). Unless he's trying to pull a fast one by charging us to get on the boat, then again to get off the boat. Either way, we can pay.

Status
AC: 15 HPs: 26/26
F +7 R +3 W +0
Effects: none

[redzimmer]

Nisir

Even in a semi-xenophobic town such as this, the docks are all a-bustle with all manner of exotic-looking individuals. Your group blends in. You know where the One-Headed Ettin is situated, but due to local law, taverns which do not double as inns cannot open until after midday. it is currently an hour or so until.

[Starbin]

Gerta

Greta growled when she heard they had to wait. With a sigh, she turned to Illanar and the others. "We're still merchants. Find us a place to sell." She glanced around, looking for any signs of a market.

Status
AC: 15 HPs: 26/26
F +7 R +3 W +0
Effects: none

[rhudspeth:)]

Davell


Not entirely certain on what might be done, Davell looks around with a bit of uncertainty. Until recently, he had been held as a servant and slave to a Human Monastery. After this, he had found himself bought and sold around into the Mercenary force, where he mostly found himself doing simple physical work as a slave - at least until recently. When a random attack had lead to him defending himself surprisingly well, he had been promoted to a warrior-slave... but this still all adds up to a simple fact. Traveling around, being caught on ambushed boats, needing to hide his identity, having to deal with people... why couldn't it be as nice and simple as slavery?

[BilltheCynic]

K'Zan

Um, Princess, speaking as someone who has tried to sell ill-gotten gains before, it's usually not as simple as "set up stall, start selling goods." There are rules and regulations that need complying, butts that need kissing, and bribes and "protection" that needs paying before you can even think about setting up a stall. Unfortunately, I'm no expert in merchanting. I just sell my acquired possessions to the nearest black market vendor. I highly recommend doing that here, but it's not going to help us with setting up a cover story. How soon do you want us actually set up and selling, for how long, and how much gold are you willing to spend to make it happen?

[Starbin]

Gerta

Greta stared at the man for a long moment, thinking back to what she had said. After a long pause, she spoke again. "Good info ... for later. For now, find us a place to sell."

Then she leaned in close, jutting brows drawn into an angry frown. "And don't call me princess!"

Status
AC: 15 HPs: 26/26
F +7 R +3 W +0
Effects: none

[redzimmer]

Bishop Farley, Eli, Gerta, Illanar

Asking the right people, you find yourself fast-tracked to a stall permit with a mere application of gold to the right people (40 gp altogether).

Within an hour most of your mundane 'battle trophies' are sold. Young and eager sellswords are flocking to the Twice-b
Blooded banner. Promises of expelling hated foreigners while traipsing about the countryside looking like big men draw all sorts.

By mid-afternoon you have liquidated your weapons and armour.

K'Zan, Derror and Davell

With the gnoll and orc serving as protection, you dig a little deeper into the town's underside, finding a willing buyer for your more illicit gear, albeit at 75% of its usual resale.

Not 100% what you want to keep, so I leave the math upon your honor.

Derror

You know orcs in the Northerlund; good warriors, but not-too-tasty flesh. This Davell is lighter-skinned that arctic orcs, and you have not heard any orc use such fancy words as this one. His muscled frame suggest he would need much gnawing if eaten fresh.

Davell

You are assigned, much to your chagrin with the gnoll. While darker-furred than those you were trained to kill (Know Your Enemy, thus sayeth Zarus), he represents everything distasteful about their inhuman kind.

Gerta

As the day drags on, you think you might see a familiar face.

Check if you please.

[Morbis Meh]

Farley cringes in mock terror "Forgive Pippy my Lady, even though he doesn't deserve it, Pippy will be good he promises! Also if we go there and there and there we get offload the merchandise but not there that one has an odd look in his eye and will probably try to rip you off."

[redzimmer]

Gerta

It's been a few days since you first encountered him, but you are certain you recognize the Twice-Blooded half-orc Dasim Mustifa Jalil (http://www.giantitp.com/forums/showsinglepost.php?p=15344779&postcount=52).

He looks very badly wounded, as he drags another wounded Twice-Blooded on a travois behind his horse. He rushes into the temple of Al-Akbar, carrying his comrade with him.

A short moment later, more Twice-blooded in varied states of injury stumble into town and towards the temple. Soon a triage can be seen set up. Something hit them, and it hit them hard.

[Starbin]

Gerta

Greta gazed at the twice-blooded for long moments, ignoring the comments around her. Then after a moment, she leaned close and whispered, "I've seen him before. At the fort. Before the bad happened." She was curious as to what was going on, but also knew that she was not exactly a subtle figure. Looking back at the others, she nodded to the church. "We need intel in there. Who wants to go?"

I don't remember - are twice-blooded half-orcs, or just anyone? We should send someone who is a) not a penal colony reject, and b) who can blend in.

Status
AC: 15 HPs: 26/26
F +7 R +3 W +0
Effects: none

[rhudspeth:)]

Davell


Evidently, things in this crime-choking-city are not yet appealing to Davell. In addition to the smelly Gnoll that the he tries his best to avoid standing too close to (although it isn't clear whether this is from distaste based on odor, appearance or just plain racism) he also gives distrusting gazes at those who share his own Orcish heritage. Certainly, they had earned at least a bit of forgiveness thanks to the blessings of Human blood running through them though. But he still seemed to be frustrated as he mumbled quietly to himself, albeit in a language he hoped few used.

"Our ships are destroyed before we can arrive, we have to hide our identities, I'm stuck with this filthy Gnoll, this town has an Orc-blood taint -and- to top it off we have to sell to the black market. By the Holy Named Zarus, please keep me from being forced to deal with them... unless I am called upon to enslave or murder them, of course.

[Morbis Meh]

'Pippy' looks up to Gerta "Oh glorious leader, send Pippy this is what he is truly good at! Now one will notice me I promise!" The changeling plots setting up an escape chance in the most convoluted manner he can scheme of and if anyone could see into his mind they would know he was an idiot cursed to fail....

[redzimmer]

Bishop "Pippy" Farley

Scurrying into the temple, you are not challenged, as all hands from acolyte to High Mullah are busy tending to the wounded.

The half-orc Dasim Mustifa Jalil is busily laying hands on his wounded comrade, channeling healing energy to the fallen.

Snatches of conversation are spouted in the southern Orc dialect, but you pick up a few choice bits of dialogue...

"...heavy siege weaponry..."

"...Renakor fortress was reinforced..."

"...resupply ships docking offshore..."

Suddenly...

[roll0] or [roll1] Your choice, skulk in the shadows or pretend you're supposed to be there.

[BilltheCynic]

K'Zan smiles weakly at Gerta. Whatever say Prin...uh...Principled Leader. Oh look I need to go shopping gotta go bye!

After leaving Gerta, K'Zan does indeed go shopping. Trailed by the Orc and Gnoll, K'Zan sells his a few of the goods. Upon seeing the half-orcs, his face lit up.

Oh, half-orcs!. Looks like we might have an opportunity to make a bit more money!

K'Zan turns to Davell and Derror. Davell, I have no idea what you just said, but if those guys see me I'm going to try to run someplace out of the way and I'll need the two of you to deal with them. And by deal with them I of course mean murder them. Or enslave them if you get the chance, we could get more money off them that way.

K'Zan then strolls up behind a nearby half-orc who looks particularly distracted and tries to lift a coin pouch.

Items sold:
3 Masterwork Manacles: 56.25 gp (base price 150, resale 75, 75 x 0.75 = 56.25)
Spellbook: 2512.5 gp (34 cantrips + 6 1st level spells + 6 2ndlevel spells + 5 3rd level spells = 67 pages. Resale = 100 gp per page/2 = 3350 x 0.75 =2512.5)

Sleight of hand check: [roll0]

[rhudspeth:)]

Davell


Davell clearly doesn't seem to be pleased by the situation at hand. He also (somewhat less clearly) has spent most of his life trying to convince himself that his own intelligence is as lowly, or perhaps lower than, that of his own Race. However, he is handicapped by a few things. First, his intelligence is actually above average by a good deal, especially compared to most Orc creatures. Second, that Intelligence is enough to realize the implications of his own mercenary ranking. Third, he was aware of the implications of the tiny, less hairy, less muscular Dwarf-Gnome-Halfling creature... Fourth, with the implications being very unpleasant, he also realized that the superior ranking of the short-one had several applications that he would not be able to stop.

Considering how low that Roll came out to be, I think there is a good chance of our tiny ally being busted here.[dice]1d20+1[dice]

EDIT::: Pooey! I made another mistake on the roll format. Back to the OOC Thread I go...

[Morbis Meh]

Farley strolls into the temple, whistling a catching yet very sacrilegious tune until someone suddenly takes notice of him then he gives a friendly smile "Good day everyone I am Comptroller Bellows, and I am here apart of central office to check on your book keeping and records, the Archdiocese has been complaining about specifics, which I am not authorized to impart, in your finances. I would request that you grant me access so that we can get this tedious bit of administration out of the way as quickly and painlessly as possible. You will receive a copy of the report and are allowed to file an appeal within 30 days if punitive actions are levied against your congregation."

[redzimmer]

A Suddenly Terrified Acolyte

"I assure you, the money was just resting in my account!"

Suddenly not at all interested in you, the acolyte scurries off. From your observations, you determine these "Twice-Blooded" made good on a threat to assault Outpost Taldras Four, but were repulsed by a well-armed force. In addition, it seems they were being resupplied by ships bearing no discernible markings of nation or affiliation.

[redzimmer]

And then everything exploded except you guys, who awoke in a pile of gold surrounded by wisecracking bronze dragons.


The End

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